Don't lie. You like that bastard.
Come on, he's my brother's friend.
His friend...
and the hardware store owner's son.
I don't care if he has a store.
I swear, you're the one I like.
- I've got nothing. - I don't care.
And not about screwing around either?
You're famous around here, know that?
If it's the jealousy bit again, I'm off.
- How many did you fuck? - Bye.
- Where're you going, slut? - That's it.
I've given you everything, Soledad.
You were first for me and this is how you repay me?
There's been nobody since you, I swear...
Don't swear, you bitch.
Don't say things Iike that.
You're just waiting to screw another guy.
- You think, I don't know? - You're sick.
You even insult me.
Shut up, you bitch. Shut your mouth.
If I take my hand away, will you stop?
I love you, Soledad.
But thinking...
you're with another guy makes my blood boil.
- Do you understand? - I'm fed up with your hitting me.
It's over.
I don't want to see you again.
And if you touch me again...
I'II tell my brothers and they'II really take care of you.
Did you understand me, you bastard?
I'm bleeding. What do I tell my parents now...
that I slipped in the street again?
- You're not serious about ending? - Look at me.
Do you think I'm joking?
Good bye.
Let me go or I'II scream.
What'II I do without you?
I told you, you're never going to hit me again.
It's over, Antonio. Over for good.
Will you Iet me go?
Can't we work it out?
Do you know how many times you've hit me?
- You deserved it. - You're a mother fucker, know that?
It you're not for me, you're not for anybody, bitch.
We could have been very happy.
But you ruined it all.
H6 DIARY OF A SERIAL KILLER
These copies are for you, Mr. Frau.
AII set, then?
AII set. Here are the keys.
Remember, if you want to sell...
we can get about seventy-five million for it.
Is everything clear?
Fine, then from now on...
you're the owner of a building where your Aunt...
had a guest house for over forty years.
- What kind of a guest house is it? - Was.
It's closed.
Weren't you ever there?
I think I saw my Aunt two times in my Iife.
I still don't know why she Ieft me heir...
when I hardly knew her.
It's not an inheritance. I told you.
The guest house becomes yours...
because you're the only surviving relative.
And as to your previous question...
it was a whorehouse.
A...?
Yes, a whorehouse.
Well, Mr. Frau...
The electricity is back on and the meters updated, as you told me.
Don't forget. If you want to sell it...
come back and tell me. Good day.
I began to write my diary the day I was released.
I had to leave evidence of my intentions...
so that when the diary was studied by experts...
and future generations.
They would understand my mission.
I was sixteen when I read the biography...
of the famous French murderer, Henri Landru.
What impressed me was that although short and ordinary...
he was able to seduce and kill so many women.
But what I really noticed was how meticulously he wrote his diary.
I didn't understand how such a smart man...
could write a diary with so many details.
He wrote the initials of the women with whom he had sex...
where and when they met...
the valuables left after killing them...
and the money he got.
He even wrote down the cost of the subway ticket.
Amazing.
Didn't he realize the diary could be found...
by the police and used against him?
In fact, it was the only evidence presented...
and it took him to the gallows.
That's why when I decided to write...
I was prepared to be meticulous...
so there'd be no misunderstandings.
The chosen want their story known...
and I'd not be an exception.
However...
I wanted a control of my actions...
and accuracy...
so a diary would be perfect...
in order to carefully study the cleansings...
and later, the sacrifices.
We met through a dating service.
He wasn't the husband I wanted...
but I pitied him and let him write me.
I wanted to get away from home at any price...
and Antonio Frau was the only way to do it.
At first, it scared me...
but I thought a man could change in fourteen years.
Two weeks after his release we got married.
I was thirty-five. He was forty-two...
and had a guest house his aunt left him.
PARADISE GUEST HOUSE
This will be our world. Francisca.
And you can keep your shift.
It's better than the day shift. More peaceful.
I must have been so happy...
to get out of the prison that my parent's home had become...
that I didn't think twice when he said...
to work nights at the hospital.
I was even pleased to think I could still see...
the real love of my life...
a married doctor with kids...
with whom I'd had an affair the past few years.
You can come in.
Relax. I was waiting for you.
I'm the new owner and I don't care if you sleep upstairs.
Hungry?
I've got some ham and wine.
I sleep here and then Ieave.
I can't fill all the empty rooms.
Want to join me?
Have a seat.
Like Mozart?
A Iittle old, isn't he?
Depends.
Did you know he composed his first concert at eight?
And became the best known composer in the old world.
But he died sick and poor.
And that he was buried in a common grave?
Nobody went to his funeral.
But today his music is heard everywhere.
Can I have more wine?
What's that for?
- Did it bother you? - Nothing bothers me.
- I'm going home tomorrow. - Home? That's good.
Where are you from?
Valencia, the Carmen district.
Been to Valencia?
I Ieft real young and just got back.
You'II Iike it here.
Why didn't you go to bed?
Not without you.
I'd feel Ionely.
You're a dear.
- How are your patients? - Not too bad.
Shall we go to bed?
Do you feel Iike making Iove?
I'm exhausted.
I had a busy night.
You work too hard.
You can't imagine.
Hey!
What's up?
You want to come up?
Depends.
How much?
For you, twenty euros.
I'II open up.
Why are you in Encarna's guest house?
She was my aunt. She Ieft it to me.
The building must be worth a fortune.
Got any grub, man?
I haven't eaten all day.
This stew is fucking great.
- You Iive with your family? - They're in Granada.
- Can I have some wine? - Sure.
I fucked a Iot here, man.
I know all the rooms.
Where do you Iive?
In the Moro Hostal by the market.
But I could come and Iive here.
You must have a friend.
I'm Ionelier than a dog.
Got AIDS?
No, I was just in the hospital.
They tested everything and believe it or not. I'm clean.
Check for yourself.
Does your family know you're here?
My family has no fucking idea about me.
Can I come?
I'II treat you Iike a king and this would be our place.
It's not a bad idea.
I'II move tomorrow.
I'm Iow on cash and owe some nights.
Don't worry.
- What's your name? - Rosa.
Rosa, can I tie you up to have sex?
You go for that stuff?
I don't care.
These undies must've cost a fortune.
If I come Iive here, can I wear them everyday?
You can tie me up, whatever you want, OK?
Okay.
- What's your shoe size? - Thirty-eight.
You got shoes, too?
This is my mother.
They're clippings, right?
If you want everything to be okay, shut up and obey.
You're weird, man.
Are you the king that turns on Iooking at pictures of their mother?
Just wanted you to see my family.
Ready?
What's this, man?
We'II have sex on the table top. Okay?
I don't know, man.
And why the plastic on the walls?
Trust me. I'm not a pervert.
I realize that I'd rather watch than act.
That's all.
Tell me exactly what you'II do.
I'II tie you up.
I'II have sex with you and that's it.
Why are the windows covered?
I shout when I do it. You wouldn't want people to hear.
Otherwise, I'II pay you and you Ieave.
It's up to you.
Okay, man.
What's on that Iittle table?
You can move tomorrow.
I'II help you bring your stuff.
You swear?
I swear.
I'm wearing panties.
- Is a picture of your face OK? - Let's not start.
Going to the toilet. Be back.
Hurry. I don't Iike being in here alone.
You mother fucker!
I almost froze.
You bastard.
Untie me right now or I'II report you to the cops.
Did you here me, you fucking impotent?
Son of a bitch.
Bastard.
Son of a bitch.
Antonio, I'm back.
Honey...
are you there?
Antonio...
where are you?
For God's sake, Antonio!
Did I scare you?
You almost frightened me to death.
Let's go to the kitchen.
I've made one of your favorite dishes.
I could swear that music came from room number 6.
Water.
Water, please.
If you tell me what most turns you on...
it'II be water and anything else you want.
There's no reason to cry, Rosa.
I know you're gonna kill me...
but please, please don't hurt me.
I'II do whatever you want, but I beg you not to hurt me.
You won't suffer...
if you talk to me.
Whatever you want.
Ask me please, ask me anything.
What most turns you on?
Having it inside as Iong as possible.
Can I have some water, please?
Here.
You deserve it.
Sadly, the majority of humans...
don't know how to face the big challenges in life.
When things go wrong...
they soon get off the right track...
and make their existence senseless, full of suffering and misery.
I had managed to become useful to others...
but I'm an exception.
Most times, the affected person loses...
hope of leading a normal healthy life.
Unfortunately, the only solution...
is for someone to help cleanse their soul...
so they are reconciled with the superior being.
What are you going to do?
You have to relax.
I'II hurt you as Iittle as I can.
If you resist, you'II suffer more.
PIease don't hurt me.
God, help me.
Our Father who art in heaven...
hallowed be Thy name...
The idea of praying for your sins is good.
You won't feel anything.
You'II see.
15th September:.
This is the third day Rosa is without food.
She's only had my urine to drink...
but she seems strong...
and has great aptitudes of adaptation.
She talks about her brother...
they got along well...
until a drunk driver killed him.
The tragedy had a deep affect, she turned to drugs.
Again, my theories have been confirmed.
I have sex with her three times a night...
but the truth is I don't like her.
I find her cold and distant.
Unfortunately, she is lost, lacks love and affection.
It's now irreversible.
19th September:.
Tonight I cut up Rosa's body in fourteen pieces.
They were clean cuts.
The small electric saw...
that I bought at a good price is effective and practical.
I put the fourteen pieces...
in ten black garbage bags.
I intend to bury them in ten different places...
out in the country.
5th October:.
These first experiences are totally under control.
I have to state that the sad death of my girlfriend...
Soledad Mendez, was uncontrolled.
The truth is I never imagined...
the consequences of my actions.
But, those of these last few months are positive...
and very enriching.
The Lord has chosen me...
for this very special task.
The inheritance of my Aunt was the sign that...
after many years of doubt...
showed me the light to find my way.
Now, my life has meaning.
When I leave this world...
my life will be studied, books will be written...
movies will be made.
I'll be followed.
You' re the best cook I know.
We should open a restaurant.
How is your mother?
Under the circumstances, all right.
- Is there hope? - Not much.
But she has come through worse situations.
When the doctors think, it's over.
She miraculously recovers.
It's unbelievable.
What's on your mind?
Room 6.
It's creepy.
I don't have the key, you know that.
I swear the music is from there.
When will you ask me to make Iove to you?
We should open all the rooms...
to ventilate them.
I don't Iike all these closed rooms.
Might hide a dead body.
- Just eat. - Don't Iaugh.
It's in horror movies.
Let's empty them all...
in case we decide to sell the building some day.
I'II never sell this building.
- We can't survive on my salary. - I'II find a solution.
Now eat, I want to make Iove to you until you Ieave.
Are you always thinking of that?
AIways.
Hello.
You got cash?
Of course.
It's better if you rest now.
You're nice.
I've worked a Iot and I'm beat.
Now sleep. I'II wake you up.
I Iike your panties.
I Iove Iingerie.
Got Iots? A thousand?
They turn you on, don't they, doctor?
There's just something...
What kind does your wife wear?
You always mess up the best moments.
Since I'm talking about your dear wife?
About the mother of your children?
If you start, I'm gone, okay?
How could you have cheated on her all this time?
It's amazing. Is she dumb or just doesn't care?
I've told you that our marriage was an arrangement.
Men are shit.
I suppose so.
An emergency.
You woke up.
What's all this shit?
I'm just into sadism, that's all.
And the plastic on the walls?
A whim.
Shit!
I wanted to talk to you.
Marisa is different from the others...
she has a different view.
Life to her is a dangerous tunnel...
if you enter too far...
you'll get lost and not find the exit.
Her outlook is simple...
it's all down to the tunnel.
Yes, life is more simple than we think.
It's limited to two things: light and darkness.
And she has it clear.
It's a shame she can't see a bit further.
She has me, but can I help her?
She's too stubborn.
T omorrow, I'II make the sautéed brains you Iike.
You're not Iistening.
This building is falling down.
I wouldn't be surprised if it collapsed.
Really, Antonio, I want to Ieave...
this place is getting on my nerves.
Besides, it's a Iong way from work.
I spend a Iot on gas.
- Let me think about it. - Like hell you will!
And get rid of those clippings.
Why don't you have normal family pictures?
Where the fuck is your family?
Don't be offended, but...
sometimes you frighten me.
Unstrap me!
Unstrap me, you son of a bitch! Unstrap me.
Why do you shoot up?
Because of shits Iike you.
Now, unstrap me.
Unstrap me or you might regret it...
the rest of your Iife.
You know, you're very pretty.
PIease...
unstrap me or I'II pass out, I swear to God.
I can't even feel my wrists or ankles.
Tell me why you shoot up.
I already told you...
because of this fucking Iife that screws us up.
Everything is dark for us.
We're in a black tunnel...
and there's no way out for us.
There's always a way out.
Not in the tunnel I'm in.
Are you in a tunnel?
You're a fucking son of a bitch...
who has a good time screwing others.
Tell me what drove you to that.
Bad influences at school.
My parents...
My parents' Iack of understanding.
Unhappy affairs.
I was never very Iucky with guys...
I don't know why...
And then...
The street...
Then the fucking street...
until someone offers you...
a job and...
and then it's over, it's all over.
And you?
Where the fuck are you from?
When did you start messing with that crap in your head?
- What's the matter? Are you a savior? - Yes.
- I'm a type of savior. - No.
You're a prick...
that just got out of the nut house.
No, no, no, please.
Let me go, I won't tell anyone. I swear to God.
Does someone miss you?
Robert, Robert, my pimp.
He's got a temper that's scary.
I hope I won't have to tell him about this.
Does he shoot up, too?
Now he has to on his dick because his veins are shot.
He's a Iost cause. Understand?
When he finds out about this...
he'II get you, he's got nothing to Iose.
You're a dreamer.
No!
Think you'II see Robert again?
No, no, no!
Son of a bitch. No!
Help!
I saw my father four or five times in my life.
And my mother had character...
if my sister or l did anything wrong...
she hit us with rods she had just for that.
The truth is that often we didn't even have to do anything wrong.
My sister committed suicide at sixteen.
I was twelve then.
I thought of following her example...
since she had finally managed to escape.
But I was lucky and I was never brave enough to do it.
It's amazing how ignorant we can be.
We feel we're lost in this cruel world...
but it's only a test that the Lord is giving us.
I suffered because I doubted the meaning of why I was born.
But I spent the time in jail meditating...
in preparing myself for the true freedom of my soul.
Do you understand, Marisa?
Can you see the exit?
If you feel bad, don't worry...
you're purifying yourself.
Abstinence is best for the body.
You'II see. The best comes Iater.
My chest hurts.
I have a terrible pain in my chest.
Are you seeing the Iight?
Do you see the Iight?
If not, you'II soon.
Remember the positive things about Iife.
It'II help you.
How Iong have I been here?
Only a week, honey.
A Iittle more...
and you'II be purified.
I want to see my mother.
Can you call my mother...
please?
You told me she was dead.
My mother...
My mother is very sick.
She's dying...
and I don't want her to die.
You'II be with her soon.
Doctor...
she has to take care of all of us.
You'II be with her tomorrow...
and you'II no Ionger suffer.
2nd December:
If Marisa had received the necessary help...
to live decently, she'd have made it.
With a little love and someone to show her the way...
it would've been different.
The first years in life...
are the most important.
Parents, teachers, friends...
are essential during childhood...
and Marisa had no one to count on.
Thank to me, she can glimpse...
the exit of that tunnel that obsesses her.
4th December:
I was thinking of the difference...
in making love to Francisca.
A good husband is attentive...
affectionate and if possible...
innovative and daring in his sexual relations.
We make sex into a lot of rules and conventionalisms.
But man is much more simple.
He finds real pleasure...
when he obeys his most primitive instincts...
when he shows power...
when he dominates.
And as Nietzsche said...
the best thing you can be in life...
is to be yourself.
I just cooked Lidia's brains for Francisca.
who, in fact, licked her fingers.
I made them in butter...
400 ml of water, salt...
1/2 tablespoon of vinegar...
one onion and some mixed herbs.
And finally, 50 grams of butter.
Heat the water...
salt, sliced onion...
vinegar and herbs in a pot and...
This is where l, Miguel Oliver...
run into Antonio Frau for the second time.
I was investigating...
the disappearance of various prostitutes...
there weren't many clues and leading nowhere.
One day, by chance, Christina Oviedo...
came to my station to put in a report.
A year ago, she bought her brother a ticket...
but he never got on the plane...
and she had never heard from him since.
She also showed me postcards from him...
and on the last one he sent...
he said he slept in an empty guest house.
You're a bitch, Tina.
I need the money for a fix and you buy two fucking drinks.
- Only one, Curro. - Only one...
Fuck you, Tina! Don't Iie.
José said you asked for a third.
José wants to fuck me. I don't Iet him so he Iies.
José is okay.
He gives us credit.
'Cause he wants to fuck me.
Watch what you say, he's a pal of mine.
I swear, Curro, it's true.
He wants to fuck me.
He wants to fuck you...
You're only good for showing your cunt to...
dirty old shits, man.
What's up, man?
You got permission to watch us?
If you need cash, there's a solution.
Oh, yeah.
Speak up.
I Iike sado.
I Iike to be hit.
Well, what do you know!
Show me a good time and I'II pay you.
Stop that, you walking cunt!
Nothing nasty, man, or you're in for it.
Careful or I'II slit your throat.
She Iikes her chow, the slut!
Keep eating and you might explode.
I've had nothing all day.
Leave her alone.
I tell you what...
you come with me...
and I'II tell you what I want.
Let's go, man.
Eat up, you pig.
I'II finish it off, okay?
She eats a Iot, but she was born to screw.
You'II be set for a month. I swear.
I have to hit her...
since the bitch spends so much on booze.
You think that's right, boss?
- I hit my girlfriend, too. - They Iike it rough.
Why do they call me Curro?
I hit all my girls.
Babes understand when you hit them.
I ended up killing her.
I strangled her to death.
You having me on, man?
I was Iocked up on account of it.
But Iet me tell you something.
It's not right to hit women.
And she seems Iike a good kid.
She is. But she's stuck on booze.
And you, are you stuck on heroin?
What's up, man? Are you a priest?
I do whatever the fuck I want.
And I got another story. Fuck you!
It's tough in the street...
fighting the other motherfuckers.
The world is cruel, you gotta defend yourself.
But you have to try not to hurt the girls, Curro.
Our mothers were Iike them.
Mine was a fucking bitch.
Now what, old man?
- What goes up must go down, Curro. - What?
I think I broke something.
Stand up and we'II check.
It's not right to hit women...
especially if you Iove them.
You son of a bitch.
I Iove my girlfriend.
Motherfucker.
Wait, don't pass out yet. Can you hear me?
Can you hear me, Curro?
I need to go to the hospital.
Then we'II have to hurry.
You shouldn't hit women.
Weren't you taught that?
Now, we'II go up to room 15 and start over again.
You'II understand it.
No, please.
PIease.
Try them on.
Coming with me?
Where's Curro?
He's waiting for us in room 6. Ready?
And those holy cards?
They're of the Virgin Mary.
Why do you have them?
I always carry them.
They help me.
They never Ieave me alone.
I know it's stupid.
Well, for me it's not.
But I have faith...
even though Curro says I'm an asshole.
If you Iose your faith in this Iife...
you got nothing Ieft.
Don't you think so?
So, you believe in God.
Of course.
Curro thinks I spend the money on booze...
but I'm saving it to get out of here.
Go back to my folks.
I don't think it's too Iate.
Now, what is it you want me to do?
This time your Virgin saved you again.
Get out of here...
and don't wait for Curro, he already Ieft...
and I swear he won't be back.
Can I have one of your cards?
If you have faith, she'II help you.
I'm thinking about having kids.
Two, at Ieast. It's too selfish to have only one.
Look at what happens.
Just Iook at me!
What's wrong with you?
I'm not happy.
Things are fine with you...
but something is missing.
Maybe a couple of kids...
Go on, only child, get in the car.
I've told you often. I can't stand kids.
Do I Iook okay?
You'II be the hit of the funeral.
Poor Mum.
Will I impress the townsfolk?
Are you sorry about your mother?
Look...
my mother was a good woman...
but always sided the tyrant, my father.
She never defended me.
No, I don't feel sorry.
She had the Iife she wanted.
"There's something odd about him, " my father repeated.
But I didn't listen.
It's true that Antonio was strange...
but why listen to my father who had never cared before?
I had always felt completely ignored by him.
As a child, he just paid for clothes...
and food, and school as long as I had good marks.
He had my mother dominated so I was alone.
I had no one to lean on.
Work at the hospital was a relief.
I worked long hours to avoid being at home.
When I told them I wanted to leave...
they said out of respect.
I'd have to leave in a wedding dress.
Thank heavens, I met Antonio.
He made me feel loved and above all...
normal.
Give me the Iow-down.
An ambulance is coming for Tina.
She's got a Iong record: alcohol and drugs. We know her.
But I want you to meet her because...
she was delirious and maybe it's pointless...
but maybe not.
She keeps saying Curro never Ieft the guest house.
Let's go see her.
She seems calmer...
but she's bleeding a Iot.
- Let me see. - The ambulance is on its way.
Why did you bring her in?
Public disturbance.
As soon as she got here...
she had Iike an attack.
Maybe she shot up something bad.
Tell me exactly what she said, FIores.
Well, before this happened to her...
she said the guy would never Ieave her...
and that he stayed in the guest house.
- Did she say which one? - No.
Do we know her pimp?
Yes, an asshole, he beats the girls.
Can we find him?
Shouldn't be a problem, but if she says he Ieft her...
Could be another woman...
Well, find him for me. Let's go.
Sit down, please.
And excuse the state of the place.
We intend to sell very soon.
Well, as soon as we find a buyer.
- Sit down. - No, thank you.
Well, go ahead...
but I guess it's about the missing prostitutes...
- Lots of talk. - And you know nothing.
Why would I know?
You know I was in jail for killing my girlfriend in a fit.
I was young, with no control of my actions.
But thanks to God...
the doctors and the officials, I'm now well.
I got a Iaw degree and now I Iive normally...
married to a wonderful woman.
- Isn't that right, dear? - Yes.
Is it possible to have a Iook around?
Of course...
but I'd Iike everything done correctly, with a search warrant.
Is that all right?
Time's past but I remember you inspector.
Still an inspector?
- Superintendent. - My case must have...
helped your promotion, Superintendent.
Good bye. See you again, Mr. Frau.
I'II be here.
Ma'am.
What do you think?
He's the killer of the prostitutes.
- Why are you so sure? - We need a search warrant.
Tap the phone, put a 24 hour watch on the building...
but that street is so narrow. It won't be easy.
Anything new?
She went to work.
- What about him? - He's still inside.
Good night.
When the substitute comes...
ask him to bring coffee, OK?
The judge is calling.
Hello, Augusto, sorry to bother you...
Yes, it's only intuition, no evidence yet.
He got jailed over fifteen years ago for murder...
I think the key to everything is in that building...
You're up early.
We have a search warrant, Mr. Frau.
You're very efficient.
Let us in and we'II see.
Look around everywhere.
- Can we go upstairs? - Of course. This way.
FIores, Iook down there. You come with us.
On the first floor is the reception, the kitchen...
and rooms 1 through 3.
- How many rooms are there? - Twenty. They're all open.
On the second floor, you'II find number 4 and number 8.
As I said before, they're all empty.
We heard you.
Tornero, my Iawyer, who I'm sure you know...
told me if I want to see, I might get...
seventy-five million in the old currency.
I'm sure you noticed it's in a bad state.
They must have had some wild parties in here.
AII these rooms must have Iots of stories to tell.
Do you Iike number 6?
I really do, It has a certain mysticism.
The bathrooms are also on this floor. Follow me.
The building is yours, gentlemen.
Any clues, inspector?
Excuse me, Superintendent.
Superintendent.
What is it, FIores?
There's something down here.
Peralta, come with me and Mr. Frau.
A diary...
and a plane ticket...
issued to Cristobal Oviedo.
Do you know the owner of this ticket?
Lots of things in here aren't mine.
Read him his rights, FIores.
You may be silent...
or what you say may be used against you.
You have the right to a Iawyer...
if you have no counsel, the state provides.
You have the right not to declare...
It was worth waiting six months to see how pretty you Iook.
Don't misunderstand.
I'm desperate.
You told me on the phone...
this could mean a Iot of money.
Okay, here I am.
- You have five minutes. - How are things?
You're a sadist.
You ruined my Iife and you ask how it is.
- Sorry. - You don't know what that means.
Look, I've got a job interview in a half hour.
Why did you make me come?
To screw me more?
Got a cigarette?
Sorry.
I'm giving it up.
First, swear to me about the divorce.
If we reach an agreement, I'II sign. Happy?
I can't be happy near you.
A publisher has offered me a ton of money...
to tell my Iife story in detail.
AII bastards are Iucky.
But isn't that the idea?
That I should become famous...
and immortal.
You're nuts, Antonio.
Look, tell me what this is about or...
I'm Ieaving.
Are you still having sex with your doctor?
I've become famous...
so famous that no hospital will hire me.
Nobody will give me work.
As to my doctor, he doesn't want to hear my name, OK?
I have to go.
Francisca.
I want to repay you for these years with me.
What I have to offer may take care of you for Iife.
AII set.
Nice doing business with you, Mr. Sans.
And with you.
Do you need anything from the place?
It's all yours.
Hope you'II be at the opening.
It's sick. Bet you make a fortune.
Some people don't, but I think about business.
I enjoyed doing business with you, Ma'am.
Three hundred-ninety thousand euros...
isn't bad.
Less your thirty thousand, sixty.
With him in the nut house...
sorry, the psychiatric ward...
the paperwork was complicated.
You Iook Iike you worked too hard.
See a doctor.
I have a feeling that you won't Iive Iong.
THREE YEARS LATER
Yes, no, no. The judge isn't here...
next week we'II see what the pathologist has.
Call me and I'II give you the scoop.
Fine, thanks. Talk to you on Wednesday.
This is for you.
There's a receipt to sign.
Thanks.
My dear Superintendent Oliver.
During the experiences we shared...
I found I admired you as a serious and honest professional.
That's why you're looking at...
the authentic testimony of my work.
I learned a lot from Landru, qualities...
and above all, avoiding mistakes.
I imagine your disappointment...
with the other diary found in the guest house.
You were reliable in following the clues I left...
a shame they only got me time in the psychiatric ward.
Not even the ticket that I left...
was much good was it, Superintendent?
I think I did well.
Actually being a lawyer is an advantage...
it only took three years to enjoy life again.
Today is my first day out.
I'd like you to make known this diary.
Your name will go down in history.
But just in case, I've sent copies to different media.
I hope the world learns from my work...
the lives of those eighteen women...
deserve that others learn from their experience...
that it's understood that humans have no limits.
Sincerely, Antonio Frau.
You don't change.
They Iet you out soon.
A smart judicial system.
It helps to know how to treat it and understand it.
The truth is I can't complain.
There's your half as we agreed.
That was the deal...
half the money for me...
and the divorce papers.
A deal is a deal.
What did you do these three days?
I worked as a private nurse for an Arab.
And Iet him feel me up.
You know, you're in all the papers.
Back to the psychiatric ward?
Nevermind. I don't care.
Like the Iandscape?
Good bye, Antonio.
- Can I ask you a question? - Well...
now we're divorced.
Why didn't you cut me up in pieces Iike the others?
You don't understand, dear.
You're family and family is the most important.
The basis of everything.
Take care.
There are many evil people in the world.