The Matador Page #3

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And since then I've...

...soiled my way through life,

being a magnifically cold moron.

I run away from emotions.

Thus, you tell me about your dead son...

...I tell you a joke about a 15 inch shlong.

So, you can forgive me?

Got it!

- It's better I remember it now,

before I leave? - Right.

- Okey, speak to you tomorrow?

- Yeah.

- It's gonna be alright.

- I know.

Danny! Hey... wait, Danny!

I've got an extra ticket

to the bullfight this afternoon.

It's supposed to be a good one.

It would mean a great deal

if you could join me.

Thank you... thank you very much.

That's very nice of you, and I...

- ...I can't, I have work.

- On a sunday afternoon?

- Never seen a bullfight?

- No.

You've never seen the real Mexico-city,

until you've seen a bullfight.

Come on...

Bean is not gonna believe this!

I can't wait to tell her.

Where did you find a woman like that?

A woman you can share everything with.

She's pretty special.

Then you must be too,

I could learn from you.

Learn what?

Do you want my mortgage,

my blood-pressure?

If I'd ever had my blood-pressure taken-

- I wouldn't have a mortgage for all the

teenage-girls in Thailand.

- You don't own a house?

- No house.

No apartment, no address.

- You're bullshitting me?

- No, I sh*t you not.

- Want a cigar?

- Yeah... thanks.

If you don't have a permanent

address, where do you live?

I live wherever I'm working.

So what do you do, Julian?

What do you possibly do, if you don't have

a permanent home or address?

I'd rather not say.

Oh, my God! Did you see that?

Jeez, it's so bloody.

Yeah, they're lucky,

that matador was very good.

- It's much worse when they're mediocre.

- Why?

A great matador can kill a bull

with one plunge on the brain.

A less one, he's have to plunge

that blade more than once.

That makes the crowd very unhappy.

- They don't like to see the bull suffer.

- No.

They clearly care so very much

about these animals.

They respect these beasts.

- They want them to die with honor.

- That's ridiculous.

There's no honor by being killed

by a man with a sword, -

- weather it's 1 plunge or 20.

You're wrong...

You're very wrong.

- There is honor.

- And how would you know?

I do...

You're a mysterious man, Julian.

- And you don't want to tell me what you do?

- It's... confidential.

Confidential? Is your work confidential,

or do you work for the government?

Government... please.

You know what they pay?

Forget it, watch the picadors.

Are you a spy or something like that?

You read to many novels, Danny.

Are you a spy?

You're not gonna tell me,

it's okey...

It's okey.

It's alright...

- If I tell you, will you keep cool?

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