The dead mother Page #5

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-Good idea.

l'm going to push her

under a train.

When will l do it?

On your own.

No help.

l don't know.

Never.

When?

When you want to.

Very good.

l'm going to push her

under a train.

When l want to!

When l want to!

Me! Me!

All right.

No more questions.

-Better?

-Yes.

l'm glad.

l feel better too.

We're all happy.

Bastard!

Son of a b*tch! l knew it.

l knew it all the time.

l was sure of it.

Stop shouting.

You like her because

she's a child, don't you?

You're a f***ing pig,

a perverted bastard!

Don't shout.

lt isn't true.

You like little girls.

l thought so.

You're sick!

Keep away, don't touch me!

Don't dare!

l'm telling you nicely,

that's all a lie.

You lied to me,

you've lied from the start.

You never wanted to kill her.

l've asked you nicely.

l'll try another way.

See what happens?

You're really just a coward.

A filthy, degenerate coward.

That's why you'll never do it,

because you can't.

lt's too much, even for you.

Shut up!

What is it l can't do?

l'll do what l have to do...

like always.

l did it before.

Get out of the way!

-Look!

-What's that?

You shot her?

You shot the child too?

You never told me.

You must kill her.

She's not like you think.

What do l think?

She knows what's happening.

l've seen it in her eyes.

What are you saying?

She's controlling us.

Think about it.

What's happened since she came?

Your job, then the deaths.

Our house...

-Ours?

-Don't you see it?

No, l don't.

There's evil in her.

That's good coming from you.

''There's evil in her''.

You know l'm right.

lt's something dark.

lf you'd seen

how she looked at me at the garret.

She's pretending now.

She's fooled us.

lt's impossible.

But don't you understand?

Don't you see what she's doing?

She's taking her revenge on you!

l won't listen to that rubbish.

Let's get this...

darn thing finished!

You can't kill her!

She's dead already.

lt's gone.

Shut up!

Shut up! Understand?

Shut up!

l knew you wouldn't do it.

Now we're alone.

Are you going to shoot?

Come on!

Come on!

Shoot!

Not at you.

You have to do it.

You're sh*t.

Where are you going?

The operating room?

Are you a surgeon?

Come on, you!

You can't go in there.

Hey!

Give me my jacket.

Let's get out of here.

Drop dead.

Hey!

You have to come with me.

Don't cry, it's mine. See?

Miguel!

lt's mine, see?

What are you doing, pervert?

Get the hell out of here.

Take it easy, man.

Calm down, all right?

Take it easy.

Lay off, bastard!

Come on, Leire.

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