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- Narrator: Every Sunday at four, in cities from Mexico to Argentina, on rings of sand heated by blood and the sun, there is a running of bulls, a 'corrida de toros.' Some have dignity and passion; others are marked by butchery and fear. But all end in death, death with a sword, or death on the horse. This is a story of a running not of bulls, but of people; and not in the arena to the sound of trumpets from the stands, but in a hotel suite with the sound of traffic on the street below.