You’re Missing the Point (Ahí está el detalle)

YOU'RE MISSING THE POINT

- Hey you! - I swear it wasn't me.

- What? - I didn't find it.

Someone else walked by before I did...

- and he took it. - Are you crazy?

- No. Are you? - What about me?

Darn it, I've no idea what you're talking about.

You should've told me that before.

You idiot! You should watch where you're going.

If I hadn't, someone else would've lifted it.

Excuse me, I have some business to attend to.

- Ready? - Yes.

- Great. - Cantinflas, Cantinflas.

- What's the matter? - Don't shout.

- What do you want? - You can't come in yet.

- I'm already inside. - For God's sake, get out.

But I love you and I love chicken.

I'll get out if the chicken goes with me.

The boss is home; If he sees you, he'll shoot you.

- You said it was ready. - I didn't mean this.

- But I did. - I meant something else.

- The time has come. - For what?

I mean this.

- Is it loaded? - Of course.

Don't play with it. Guns are loaded by the devil...

and the hell with everyone else.

- Take it. - What for?

- You have to kill him. - What?

You must kill him.

- Me? In cold blood? - Yes. Right now.

He had a good night, but he's mad again.

He attacked the Mrs. and he won't let her husband go out.

- I saw him. - When Mr. Cayetano...

tries to leave, he lunges at him.

Why didn't you all try to catch him?

No one dared and now...

it's too late. The boss is taking...

a train soon and he can't get out.

You have to kill him, there's no other way.

Why me? I have never harmed anyone.

Never shot anyone. Why should I shoot him?

Sure, I've been in many scraps, but...

they always got the best of me.

- Do it for me. I can't do it. - Let the boss do it.

No, he'd regret it for the rest of his life.

Who says that I won't regret it myself?

He ordered me to do it and he'll get angry if I don't.

- Why should I do it? - Do it for his sake.

But he's always been quiet.

He's calm for a while, but goes wild when he sees them.

I just stepped on him and he didn't react.

You were lucky. Kill him!

No, Paz. Never, Paz.

No matter what, I've always had a clear conscience.

If I try to kill him, he might get me first...

It always happens to me.

- No, I won't. - You scoundrel!

I don't ever want to see you again.

No more Paz, no more free dinners, no more boss' brandy.

Can't you see how sick I am?

I'm shaking because my stomach is empty.

And that's how it'll stay: Kill or go hungry.

No way... I won't kill, but I might eat.

Just remember what you said, Paz.

- Cantinflas! - What is it?

I forgive you. Pass the chicken.

I'm warning you, you're risking your life.

- How come? - In order to get out you must...

walk past him, and he's raving mad.

Jeez! I hadn't thought of that.

The sooner you kill him, the sooner Mr. Cayetano leaves...

the sooner you'll get dinner: Chicken, enchiladas...

prickly pears, mole, brandy and a cigar.

- Give it to me. - Here.

No, I meant the food, to gather my strength.

First the gun and then the dinner.

But... alright, if there is no other way, give it here.

- I always knew you were brave. - Not really.

I'm not doing it for the brandy, that's not it.

I'm doing it for you... I'm doing it for both of us.

Alright.

Let's eat first. It'll just take a minute.

- Kill him first. - He's dead already.

Be strong. I wish you luck.

- Don't be scared. - I'm not afraid.

I'm just being careful.

- Get in there! - Sure.

- Turn around. - What for?

Why walk that way, Paz?

You have to kill him.

- What? - You have to kill him.

Alright. I'm always ready to do a good deed.

Dolores!

Cayetano! You gave me a scare.

I scared you, did I?

Why so scared? Are you expecting someone?

Are you expecting visitors now that I'm leaving? Why...

- so nervous? - What do I answer first?

Just this: Have you a lover?

You and your ridiculous jealousy!

Why were you looking out the window?

Who are you expecting? Why are you so nervous?

It's only natural that I'd be nervous.

You ordered him to be killed.

Are you saying you're upset because of that?

Naturally. I do love him, you know.

Why were you looking out?

I was seeing if the maid dared shoot him.

You have an answer for everything.

It's useless. I won't get a word out of you.

Not knowing is killing me, that's the worst.

I'd rather know for a fact you have a lover.

Alright, I'll find me one.

Good thinking! No, I didn't mean that.

- You offend me, Dolores. - I'm sick...

- of your unjustified jealousy. - I can't seem to justify it.

The day will come when I justify my unjustified jealousy...

and I'll punish you and your lover.

I'll shoot you both to death...

even if I have to go to jail.

Go ahead, kill me now, if that'll make you happy.

What do you accuse me of? You're torturing me.

You're right. I went a little overboard.

I'm sorry, Lolita.

I just can't help it.

Just thinking about you cheating I get in a homicidal rage...

How can you be thinking about that when...

he's about to die?

Don't you have a heart or a conscience?

You know full well he must die.

- Sure, but... - There is no other way.

Besides, he's danger. He won't even let me out.

By the way, my train will be leaving soon.

And that woman won't shoot him!

- She'll ruin my plans. - Your plans?

I meant she'll ruin my trip.

Did I say plan? I'm confused.

I'm sorry, brother.

She finally got up the courage.

Good God!

I hope she kills him before she kills us.

- It's done. - It is?

Yes, it's over.

I consummated the deed.

- Did you say consommé? - Dog's consommé.

I shot him in the head; He didn't feel a thing.

- Is he dead? - Quite.

The poor little dog!

Yeah, poor little Bobby.

He was such a good dog! Such a noble dog!

So intelligent!

Not really: He didn't notice I was going to shoot him.

Why are you getting so upset for?

You're safe now. Like they say...

kill the hydrophobia and the dog is gone.

Or is it the other way around?

Bobby was such a good dog.

It was vile killing him that way.

He had a good death, really.

Stop crying, Paz.

Stop crying, you're hurting my heart.

Let me go! Don't touch me!

Murderer!

- Who's a murderer? - You are.

You're ruthless. How could you kill the poor dog?

So now, I am to blame.

I came in here, innocent and hungry.

I got a dog instead of dinner.

I was pressured into killing him...

and now I am to blame.

I killed him and now you call me murderer.

You're a gutless murderer. Get out!

But, Paz...

Come on, Paz.

What you did sickens me.

It sickens me too.

He was such a good police dog. The only police...

I ever got along with.

You ignorant man, you know nothing about dogs.

- And you do? - Of course.

What do you know about dogs?

Bobby wasn't a police dog.

- What was he then? - He was a Fox-terrier.

- A what? - A Fox-terrier.

A fox-trotter if you like, but he was a police dog.

If he was, I couldn't tell.

Of course not, he was from the secret police.

Just shut up! You disgust me.

- Let's change the subject, Paz. - No, we won't.

Does it bother you? You disgust me.

It doesn't bother me. Where's my dinner?

- It disgusts me too. - Not me.

The sorrow wouldn't let me eat.

I feel the sorrow too. I even feel regret, Paz.

But I also feel the hunger.

- The boss! - I'll shoot him too.

- He's calling for me. - How about my dinner?

Wait until the boss leaves. I'll call for you.

Let the boss wait. I'm a fast eater.

Don't be stupid. Don't let Mr. Cayetano see you as he leaves.