Matador

Today, the art of killing.

If you've fought the bull well, you must kill it well.

If not, it's a tragedy for both.

The matador doesn't live up to his name

and the bull's bravery is betrayed.

The matador first examines the bull from a distance to decide what to do

and to see which horn the bull favors.

A good kill comes after good passes with a cape,

when the bull stops charging and asks for death.

He shows us his death.

The sword must stab him behind the head

in the cross between his shoulders.

We call this point "the needle's eye."

It can't be crooked, it must go straight

to the heart and lungs.

There are three ways to enter into the kill.

The first is "receiving."

To kill, the sword must be an extension of the arm, which is bent 90 degrees.

The hand should be at heart level.

We must stab him at the cross or fall prey to the devil.

We move the cape towards his face and goad him towards us.

Always watching his snout,

we sink the sword into the cross.

But that's not enough.

To kill a bull like he deserves, he must be killed

not just with the sword, but with the heart.

- And you? - I'm not wearing clothes.

Very good today.

We want a chance.

- We want to fight bulls. - So do I.

It's not my fault you're lame.

- We'll talk later. - Maestro.

We're throwing a really wild party tonight.

- Will you come? - Not tonight.

You're such a drag!

They're wild tonight.

You have to help me pick up girls.

- You can't do it alone? - I've never done it.

- You've never been with a girl? - Never.

Treat a woman like a bull.

Let her know who's boss.

- Give me that. - Don't...

That's my lunch!

It's an amanita.

- What's wrong? - It's very poisonous.

- How do you know? - Look.

The color of the cap and the stalk.

Throw them away, they're dangerous.

You got dizzy when I talked about women.

You're still pale.

No, clouds give me vertigo, you know?

Can I have some water for a pill?

Sure, of course.

Pills don't take away fear.

I'm not afraid of death. Not of mine.

Fear is normal, it gives you courage.

- Did you feel afraid? - Yes, it's part of the game.

Don't fear fear.

Your girlfriend?

Ava Gardner. You don't see movies?

No, my family's very religious.

I've spent my life praying and exercising.

I recognize her.

Really?

She's my neighbor.

You like her?

She's very pretty.

But those models are so stuck-up.

Eva's different.

- You know her? - She is my girlfriend.

What a coincidence.

- How about a game of pool? - Okay.

You do well with women, don't you?

Being an ex-matador excites them.

Why do you want to be a matador? You're not like the others.

Well, I don't know.

I guess I like danger.

And if I have to die,

dying in the bullring is much more exciting.

Isn't it?

You're too young to think about that.

What does that matter?

You should think of killing,

not of dying.

Your turn.

I don't know how to play.

I promised my mom I'd go home and study.

Angel,

- I'm just curious. - Yes?

Do you like guys?

No.

Why did you ask?

Most kids your age have been with a girl.

My age! My age! Why does everyone treat me like an idiot?

- Sorry I asked. - I'll show you I'm no fag!

- You don't have to show me anything. - I will!

Angel.

Angel!

What are you doing?

I told you not to lock yourself in!

Hi.

Where are you going?

To get some air.

Open your window.

I'll be right back.

Dinner's in an hour. Don't be late.

Treat a woman like a bull.

Let her know who's boss.

What are you doing? Let go of me!

You pig!

I'm sorry.

Son of a bitch!

Come on, take your shower!

Hurry up.

Right.

Stop looking in the mirror.

I go through too many pantyhose.

Lord, bless the noodle soup, the filet of sole and...

- And? - Custard.

And the custard we receive through Christ our Lord.

You're a disaster.

Falling down! Did anyone see you?

I don't know.

By the way,

when will you see the priest?

I don't know.

That was a condition for living here again.

Remember?

Why the wait?

Two months without going to church!

This isn't a hotel. There are rules here.

I won't pay for a life of luxury and dissipation.

If you can't be pious, I don't want to see you.

No.

I don't mind being alone

because I'm not alone.

What? Do I bore you?

No, I was just thinking.

About what?

Nothing. About...

The storm.

The storm.

You make my life a storm.

You might be crazy like your father.

May he rest in peace.

I think I'm crazy, too.

You do?

I need a psychiatrist.

You don't need a psychiatrist,

you need a father confessor.

You'll go tomorrow. Now eat.

Eat.

Allow us to feel, Lord our God, upon receiving you,

relief for our body and soul.

Through Christ our Lord.

The Lord is with you.

- And also with you. - And also with you.

The blessing of almighty God,

the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit

- be with you all. - Amen.

Amen.

Go in peace.

Thanks be to God.

Right.

Tell him you want to confess.

He'll like that.

I'll wait at home.

Come on.

Go to the sacristy.

I want to see you go.

Yes.

Hello, Father.

Well! You've finally come back.

We've missed you.

I want to confess.

Good, son, it's about time. Wait for me outside.

POLICE STATION

- Hello. - What do you need?

- I want to see a detective. - What for?

To turn myself in for raping a girl.

Some women are lucky.

Right there, the one with the photo.

Thank you.

Come in.

- Good morning. - What do you want?

To report a rape.

- You were raped? - No, I was the rapist.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

Come in and tell me what you did.

Coming!

It smells good. Wet paint.

What?

- Police. - Police.

- So what? - Eva Soler lives here?

Of course. Why?

She was raped last night.

My daughter? Impossible.

She would have told me. See you later.

One moment.

Someone's here.