Famed matador Luis Montoya is a national hero in Mexico. His ego cannot countenance any blemish on his reputation. So when one of his best f...更多>
Lt. Columbo: You know, I think my wife was right. Something wrong with me. Supposed to be on vacation, and right away I'm thinking like a cop. That's called occupational hazard. Jaime: Occupational hazard? What is that? Lt. Columbo:
That's uh, when wherever you go, you take your work with you.
Jaime: Oh, sí. We call that 'loco'. Commandant Sanchez: I hope you understand, Luis, that the lieutenant is here merely as my guest. He has no official status. Luis Montoya: So inquisitive. I find him amusing. Commandant Sanchez: You know, a policeman who jeopardizes his pension, he must be loco, right? Lt. Columbo: [referring to bullfighting] I don't know how you fight a thing like that and make a living. Luis Montoya: It's more than a living, Lieutenant. It's a way of life. Lt. Columbo: I have to tell you the truth. I don't think I would enjoy watching a man kill an animal, even as big and mean as he is. Luis Montoya: Perhaps you would prefer the spectacle of two men in a prize ring beating each other senseless. Or murdering an innocent deer with a rifle. Or catching a fish with another one which is still alive. Our culture is different from yours, Lieutenant. No better or worse, perhaps, but different. Commandant Sanchez: If there is a crime here, I want to get to the bottom of it. Better yet, I would like YOU to get to the bottom of it. Lt. Columbo: Me? Commandant Sanchez: Montoya must have a motive. Lt. Columbo: Yes, every man has a motive. Lt. Columbo: May I ask you a personal question, sir? Luis Montoya: Oh, by all means. Lt. Columbo: Did you injure your leg in the bull ring? Luis Montoya: [nodding] On the Plaza Del Toros, Mexico. It was the wound that ended my career. And, ironically, it wasn't even the bull I was supposed to fight. You see, I was appearing mano a mano with a young matador who froze, and the bull gored him. I jumped to his rescue, and I too, was gored. Badly. Here. They tried to take me to the infirmary along with the young matador , but I refused to go. Despite the blood flowing from my wound, I stayed in the ring and I did one of the best fights of my career. I killed the bull with one thrust. The people loved it! They stood up and gave me an electrifying ovation. Two ears and a tail! That was my last fight. Lt. Columbo: Well, that must have taken a lot of courage, sir. Miguel: My name is Miguel Sanchez, very well known to everybody, even to the bulls. Miguel: The patrón was kind enough to give me a bottle of mezcal, and I had a very blessed afternoon... but now I have a headache... Miguel: It's funny, Señor, in a place like this you sometimes see the rain, but only over there in the mountains. It never gets here.