Only a few days left.
Tickets are running out for the big New Year's dance...
Hey, how can I help you?
- Good morning. - Good morning.
How can I help you?
And this one goes... where?
Very well.
Now it has a face. Well, you go next.
You still have this one.
Sort it out. By size and...
If you anger them it's worse... it's worse, Aurora.
De la Guardia Company.
- Good morning, sir.
¿Are you looking for anything in particular?
- It's unique.
Yeah, sure.
They all are.
it's not my money.
I'll wrap it up for you.
Do you want any?
Yes?
No?
Yes.
- Sure. - Yours too.
- How about this one? - No.
- This one? - That one.
- Which one? - That one.
You too? Yes?
A little gift, thank you.
Thank you both.
Good luck.
No, honey, it's not chocolate.
Something like this just happens once in a lifetime.
Once in a lifetime.
Well...
nothing happens.
Look, how curious.
What do you think it could be?
A toy?
Don't get close to it.
Don't get scared.
Bring me a box.
One, two, three, and...
one, two... one, two, three.
Now, watch carefully, this is seven by four.
We'll start with this leg, Manuelito.
And... one, two, three, and...
four, five, six, seven.
One, two, three, four.
- Don't push, Manuelito. - Sorry, ma'am.
And...
Now comes the finale.
Good evening.
Where did you say you fell?
Over some broken glass.
You won't need any stitches.
Blood is so messy.
Remember when Aunt Marge died?
Everyone was soaked in blood and she was spotless.
But really dead.
There's something here.
It's going to hurt.
Good thing you warned me.
Almost.
It was buried deep.
What is it?
I don't know, some sort of metal shaving.
No, it's more like a sting...
from a bee, I don't know.
Please, please, please.
Be very careful with my soul, please.
Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread...
I'm fine, honey.
I'm all right.
Good morning.
- I'm reading. - There's too much light.
It's amazing, look.
Nena Vizcaína died at 92.
Do you like it?
- No. - You look...
different, much younger.
Exactly, that's why I did it. That's how I feel.
Where's Aurora?
- You don't eat breakfast? - I'm not hungry.
Hey, do you like it or not?
- Yes, I do like it. - Well...
that's really nice.
DE LA GUARDIA ENTERPRISES
Hello, Mr. Gris...
How are you?
You... destroyed my store.
You don't know what you're getting yourself into.
Almost 40 years ago...
I found this manuscript.
40 years ago.
They are the notes, the hermetic annotations
of a 16th century alchemist.
It's a fascinating book
written backwards in Latin.
It talks about a peculiar mechanism,
an invention that extends its user's life.
But it has rules, precise rules,
very strict, on how to use it.
An insect?
That's the master stroke.
The insect is trapped inside the invention.
Like a sort of... living filter.
You believe it? I mean, after so many years.
Who says insects aren't
God's favorite creatures?
Christ walked on water,
just like a mosquito.
The resurrection concept
is not foreign to ants,
or to spiders.
They could survive inside a rock for hundreds of years...
until someone comes along and sets them free.
Sure.
It's very educational, but I don't see why you're telling me this.
I'm dying, Mr. Gris.
I'm going to show you something.
The scalpel has been eating me alive,
little by little.
Chemotherapy, radiotherapy, psychotherapy...
Look closely, my friend,
half of my body is here, inside this display case.
And the other half...
it's already in the menu.
Or it's being chewed as we speak.
No. It's mine.
You used it?
Just by accident.
What an imbecile.
Angel.
Here I am, Uncle.
Here I am.
Oh, Mr. Gris.
My uncle is getting impatient.
De la Guardia...
We both lose something.
So...
Mr. Gris?
This can't be possible.
It can't be possible, damn it.
Aurora, my God.
Aurora?
I know you've got it.
Aurora?
Are you scared?
You think something will happen to me?
Are you comfortable back there?
It already happened to me once, with your dad.
You remember him, at least a little?
Yes...
I believe you do.
When he was your age,
he heard something or someone speak about those
who die of lung cancer.
So, when I came back from work,
I found out that my cigarettes had disappeared.
After searching all day, I get in the bathroom
and I find a bunch of little bits of tobacco,
floating in the toilet.
Just bits.
I think he understood that breaking my cigars
didn't help the matter at all.
But at least it made it clear to me that he was worried.
And it made it clear to him that it made it clear to me.
You know...
I don't know what's happening to me.
But I think it's better if we stay together.
Jesús? - Just a minute.
- I need you to help me. - Just a minute.
Hurry, honey, we'll be late.
Who are you, little one?
A god?
You're so good to me.
I don't understand why I can't zip up this dress,
it's the same one I wore at last year's dance.
I'm almost done.
How could I change so much in such a short time?
Remember this?
If I remember?
I always think about the first time I saw you,
how I thought you would never pay attention to me.
I felt like such a nobody that...
That's what architects call "vectors."
It's the little things that support the big things.
- How are they supported? - The fact is that the pillars...
- Teacher, can you see? - In a minute, Manuel.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
- Money and love.
Cheers.
- What's wrong? - Eh?
- Is something wrong? - No, I'll be right back.
- Where are you going? - I'll get something to drink.
It's the heat.
It happens to me all the time.
- Is it better? - Yeah.
Every time I drink, I have to pee.
...since I was a kid.
What a decadent party, damn it.
Let's see, let's see... fuck this.
Look at what they've done here.
It must have been an Argentinean gate crasher
or some Peruvian on the loose.
Motherfucker.
I'm working my ass off all year for a party...
Let's go.
Nine... eight... seven...
six... five...
four... three...
two... one...
It's been a pleasure, an honor for Radio Día...
to bring to your home,
the classic remote broadcast
of the yearly Tigers Club Party.
Always thinking of you,
and wishing that all your dreams come true
and that all those goals you have set
reach the happiest of results
through the purest of roads.
Here, in this booth at HTLM
we feel honored, overwhelmed...
Yes, why not? Overwhelmed with joy
to be able to serve you, to answer your calls.
Mrs. Lorenza from La Colonia los Jardines de la Luz
sends warmest regards to all the family
and wishes happy times for everyone.
Mrs. Lupita Raquel sends us a wish
of glory to God in heaven
and peace on earth for the people of goodwill.
- How beautiful... - We're dead...
What the fuck does the old man want it for?
He never told you?
He thinks that will help him to extend his life.
Leave me alone.
Do whatever you have to do, but leave me alone.
How quiet.
All this blood, my God.
All this blood is mine.
I'm dying.
How weird.
Everything is upside down
and I'm dying...
alone.
Alone.
Don't let me die today.
Oh, it hurts so bad.
I can resist a lot longer...
a lot longer.
Oh, Aurora.
Great, Tito.
Great.
The forehead is coming out perfect.
Like nothing ever happened.
- It's your best work. - You bet.
It has its secrets.
Here I'm giving form...
texture...
I'm giving it color...
They think I'm a fucking artist.
Yeah...
but don't work on it too hard, we're going to cremate him.
What?
Motherfucker, what do you mean "cremate him"?
You should have told me. I wouldn't have dolled him up, fucker.
God, rest in peace.
It seems no one respects my work here.
Why don't they tell me? You, why didn't you tell me?
- Huh? - The widow changed her mind.
It seems the guy didn't have anything prepared.
No tomb, no grave, nothing.
They're all the same.
Eternal, the fuckers.
Look at you...
Was the wake fun?
You're not going to heaven like that, right?
Naked... kisses everywhere,
they'll know you were out fucking around.
Come on, compadre.
...15 minutes ago.
Come in, this is your house.
Tito, Mr. De la Guardia is...
was a friend of the deceased.
He wants to see the body...
one last time.
Sure,
medium or well done?
Ohh...
Hello?
Yeah?
Mercedes...
That's for me?
Dear Mercedes...
I write this lines with great difficulty.
I want you to know that...
somehow,
someway,
I'm still alive.
And it hurts me to be alive.
The thirst is burning me,
and I feel indifferent about everything...
the day...
this house...
and you.
Aurora is staying with you,
she...
will leave you this letter.
By the time you read it...
I would have been gone to settle some kind of date,
an unfinished business.
Since I lost everything, at least I want to understand why.
Just today
I realize how much I miss you.
I hope to see you when I come back,
and that you want to see me
no matter in what kind of shape I am.
Loves you...
Jesús.
Aurora...
My God, what are you doing here?
I told you not to come.
Put that away.
Don't you see they could kill us?
Don't you see we're in danger?
It works?
I knew you would return.
If you're looking for the missing pages,
you're wasting your time. I ate them.
You talk about eternity, look at me, look at my skin.
It's decomposing, it's falling off piece by piece.
What are you talking about?
Look.
What's happening to me?
You've been reborn.
What's this, why the new skin?
And don't answer in riddles.
You talk about insects,
alchemists, artifacts.
But what is it that I need?
Blood.
Human?
I can destroy the artifact,
pulverize it.
- eternity. - What do I care about eternity?
I don't want to be eternal, I just want to get out of this.
I don't trust you.
I don't see you have a choice.
Give me that, darling. Come on, I know what I'm doing.
You first.
My way out.
My God, Aurora.
Let's go now... let's go.
Please.
Go.
Go...
Come here.
Angel.
What the fuck does it take to kill you?
You'll lose more than I will.
Mine is only pain.
Grandpa.
No!
I'm Jesús...
Gris.
Jesús Gris.
DEDICATED IN MEMORY OF JOSEFINA CAMBEROS