The Skin I Live In Page #2

You're sick.

If you don't get rid of her...

what you feel now will end up

devouring you, like a cancer.

When you realize, it'll be too late.

How are you so sure of what I feel

if even I don't know?

Because I know you as if I'd borne you.

Fire the servants

and don't hire anyone.

What do you want?

To see my mother.

I haven't seen her for ten years.

If she was a servant...

they've just left and won't be back.

I saw them,

but she wasn't one of them.

My mother is prettier.

Go away or I'll call the police.

Zeca!

I'm your son, Zeca.

How dare you come here!

Open the door!

It's Carnival. We're both far

from Bahia and I'm homesick.

Look! Like the costume I wore

when I was little. Remember?

Little tiger!

I just want to see you for a minute.

Very well, but then you leave.

Whatever you say.

Follow the path and keep going

through the second gate.

How did you find us?

I've been in Spain a while.

I saw Robert in the paper.

He was giving a...

I don't know,

something in Madrid.

I went there

and then followed him here.

Can't I come in?

No, I'm not allowed visitors.

It smells good.

I'm hungry.

Brute!

The main new items today...

are the Carnival celebrations...

and the daring robbery committed

in the Bvlgari jewelry store...

in the heart of Madrid.

It happened last night...

and today we have the first images

recorded by one...

of the twenty-four security cameras

which protect the jewelry store.

Apart from the thief,

who appears in the image...

police are looking

for one of the store's employees...

who has been missing

for the last twenty-four hours.

As if they were going to find him!

The bastard just had to

turn off the cameras...

but he changed his mind

and left one working.

He'll be rotting in hell now.

And the police are looking for you.

Sure. If it weren't Carnival,

I couldn't go out.

You can hide me here for a few days.

Hide you here?

Not a chance.

We've got loads of patients.

A lot of people come here.

I know how to hide.

Anyway, I want Robert

to operate on my face.

Robert?

When he gets you on the table...

he'll give you a lethal injection!

How could you think

he'd operate on you...

after what you did?

I'll have to blackmail him.

If I kidnap you,

could I make him do it?

You're raving mad.

I'm just a servant.

Anyway, Robert's out of Spain.

Even better.

I'll stay here till he comes back.

Where are you going?

- What do you want

- A drink.

Take the bottle,

take what you want, just get out!

What's this?

It's a film!

Go away!

- She reminds me of...

- She doesn't remind you of anybody!

Get out or I'll shoot.

Mom...

you wouldn't do that to your son.

You're not my son.

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