THE SECRET OF THEIR EYES
June 21st, 1974...
was the last day that Ricardo Morales had breakfast with Liliana Coloto.
And for the rest of his life
he would remember every detail of that morning.
They planned their first holiday, and had tea and lemon...
...because of his persistent cold. He drank it with two sugar lumps, as he used to.
He would always remember that red currant jam with pieces of fruit, that he would never taste again.
The tiny flowers on her dress...
but mainly... her smile.
That daybroken smile
dissolved by a ray of sun falling on her left cheek...
and that...
*I'm afraid*
-The gates of heaven must be open, because an angel...
-Esposito...
-Bye, girl
-How do you say you are?
-How are you, Doctor?
-How are things, Chief? Is the Doctor in?
-Go on, she's in there.
-Thanks Holy Father, you look well sitting down there
-Hee hee, what a big portion of a motherfucker...
-Less legs than a passport picture
-The gates of heaven...
-Your Highness...
-What a surprise!
-Excuse me... -What are you doing over here?
-Nothing. I just came by to talk a bit. Are you busy?
-No, I was just preparing for a hearing, but I know it by heart already. Coffee?
-I was asking, because maybe in your retirement you decided to take care of your health.
-Mariano -Yes, Doctor?
-Go to the coffee shop and bring us two nice coffees
-But I must finish off the files
-Files? Let me introduce you to Mr Benjamin Esposito, recently retired from the palace
...and an old friend.
Mariano, the new boy for the spring/summer season.
He's not too bad, is he?
Here, bring some petite fours and if you want buy yourself a Tita
-More milk than coffee for me, please
-Oh, I forgot you had this little problem, what was it...
...old age?
More milk than coffee for this gentleman who has this oldness problem
-Wait... you want to talk about something important?
-No, well... not really
-Leave it open, kid. Come, sit down
So what do you know about writing novels?
-Hey, I spent all my life writing. I can lead you to the archives and show you
-Ah, the files...
And how many sheets will this new file of yours have?
-A bit of encouragement wouldn't be too bad
What do you want me to do? To behave like a pensioner?
Coming here to ask if you need help, serve coffee?
I want to write. What's wrong with that?
And I want to write about the Morales case
I don't know why
I've been thinking about it We never talked about it again... why?
-With your handwriting it's going to be more of a hieroglyph to decipher than a novel
-Ah, wait... look
-Anyway, it probably won't be a problem. I started it 50 times...
and couldn't get to the 5th line.
At this rate I'll end up spending all my retirement funds on notepads.
-Hey, come here, give me a hand
-Leave it to me... what is it? Oh... I can't believe it
-Really heavy, isn't it?
-Can't believe it, the old Olivetti
-It was in a deposit next to the "Big Eared Midget" case (very old famous mass murderer case in Argentina)
-Was the "a" was fixed?
-Hah, how funny, with the "a" anybody can write.
Take it, you two dinasours will understand each other.
-I think I have no excuses left now. I will have to write.
But where can I start?
-Start with what you remember the best. It was 20 years ago...
what did you think about the most since then?
-***Guys, allow me to introduce you to your new boss...
just back from her doctorate in Harvard
Miss Irene Menendez Hasting
-It's pronounced Hastings, because it's scottish
-I'm sorry
-Hasting, new secretary of the court
-First Sub-officer Benjamin Esposito
-Actually I went to Cornell, not Harvard
-Pleased to meet you, Pablo Sandoval, official, but first, at your service
-Hey. Hey, are you here?
-Yeah
No, it's... I can think of many ways to start. But I'm not sure if...
...they're exactly connected with the story.
-Then start with the beginning and stop messing around.
-Blood bank, hello? -Mr Esposito
-Sorry, wrong number -They called from the 25th, they have a murder case
-Secretary 18th, it's their turn
-But they say it was rape and murder -Secretary 18th!
-Good morning -Good morning
-Miss secretary, Did a saint die?
-Why? -Well, because I see an angel wearing black
-Ah, no, it's a trick we angels use to look 3 kilos slimmer
Bring me the papers of the Chavez case to start with
-No problem
-You are such a tender kid
-Why?
-Why? She's in through the door and you already have a line ready for her?
-Thing is... I may look like a frog but I'm really an enchanted prince
-Mr Esposito -What?
-They called already and Dr Romano said it's our turn
-Dr. Romano? Tell him that Marshal Esposito is going to beat the shit out of him
-OK -where are you going, dumbass?
3 hours thinking about what to say to her, she comes in and I get a mental block
-For me it's easier, Benja, I'm not in love
-Me neither, dickhead. Go!
-Just move the files there, it's not too complicated
-Hey, Romano, it's your turn
-we agreed to make one case each, one came up to us 20 minutes ago
-One of shoplifting! Shameless bastard, they are not even comparable
-What do you want me to do? Ask Dr Fortuna Lacalle
-I'm asking for a solution, not for two problems
-Excuse me, my dear, why would consulting me be a problem?
-No, Dr. I mean it would be foolish to bother you with this small matter
when we can solve it ourselves
-By the agreement, the case is yours and hurry up...
...or instead of a murder scene you'll find a funeral.
-How's things, Baez? -Fine. You?
-Tired of being so happy -I can see the joy in your face
-Like a dog with two tails. If there's one thing I love...
it's that dumbfuck Judge sending me to see a dead woman.
Although there are different kinds of dumbfucks: The peaceful dumbfuck, who knows he is a dumbfuck
and never bothers anyone so that no one bothers him
-How are you inspector? -Talking about you
-And there's the dumbfuck that thinks he's a genius,
screwing things up constantly and keeping you busy cleaning his shit.
Of those I have two: the Judge and my colleague from Secretary 18th,
who I still don't know if he's a dumbfuck, an evil motherfucker or a combination of both.
This should have been his case. That's why want to ask you to talk to the Judge and...
-Liliana Coloto. 23 years old, teacher
Married since the beginning of the year to Ricardo Morales, employee of the National Bank
-The old lady said two construction workers are usually on apartment 3...
...but they didn't come these past two days due to rain forecasts.
-Are you sure she didn't see them? -She said so
-I'm going to see the husband at work -Wait, I'm going with you
-Ricardo Morales? -Yes, that's me
-Inspector Baez, Federal Police
-Did somebody else have your house's keys?
Have you seen any strangers around recently?
A neighbour told us that you came home every midday. It's a bit far from here... any particular reason?
Sorry, I didn't understand
-We had a habit of watching The Three Stooges Show together at midday. She laughed... well, she found them funny
-Well, you will have to come with us to the morgue. We'll try to make things as painless as possible...
-Hey, what's the problem with the "a" of this thing? Take it away from here, I can't stand it anymore
-But who do I give it to? -I don't know, but I can't even stand looking at it anymore
-Hey, Benja. Tell me if you like it:
I hereby state that I, the judge in criminal law Dr. Raimundo Fortuna Lacalle, declare my complete...
...insanity and incapability of acting.
-No, no, no. That's actually wrong.
Let's see
Go like this: Considering articles 141, 142 and 143 of the civil code
I hereby -uppercase- declare Raimundo Fortuna Lacalle a mad man,
demented in the juridical sense of the word, suffering from delusional disorder and
therefore completely unable to act in civil life.
-How are you Doctor? Many papers to sign today?
-Hello Doctor, what we have is the Nicolosi case
-Not much, Dr. just some citations to witnesses
-Sorry, one last file -OK, thank you
-How are you doctor? -How are you? -Benjamin
-Pablo, Doctor -Hey -Good morning
-Hey, Benjamin. To show you the good will of the 18th Secretary...
Do you remember the other day you were a bit mad with us because you got the case?
Here you got it, solved. The authors were two construction workers from apartment 3
They are already in jail in the 25th police station. When Your Honor decides so you can bring them for questioning
-Wait, wait, wait, which workers?
-Let me see: Jacinto Caceres, from Bolivia, 35. Juan Robles, 34...
...this one at least is argentinian.
-You really amaze me, Romano. Be careful though, if you keep working this well I will give you all the difficult cases
-Please, Doctor. I always say it's better to help than to fight
-Esposito, how are you?
-Romano told you I was coming? -Yes, I was sending a report to the Judge
I'll send you the prisoners tomorrow It's them, they already signed a confession
-Open up, come on -We'll send them to you
-Come on, let me in -Officer Cicora must authorize me
-Listen jerk, Officer Cicora is about to find himself in a legal shithole the size of his mother's cunt.
You want one for you too? For me it's the same, 2 for the price of 1.
What do we do?
Are you Caceres?
-No, I'm Robles, he is Caceres
It's OK
-You fucking piece of shit, fuck you! -What's your problem, sicko?
-You found two scapegoats! Didn't you even read the murderer's description, dumbfuck?
-Then release them, what the fuck do I care?
-You told the police to beat them until they confessed, you fucking cunt!
-You know where I'm going now? To start a criminal procedure against you, let's see if someone saves you.
-You know what I'll wipe with your procedure? -I'll shove it up there for you!
-Whatever, go do it. All this trouble for two black pieces of shit...
-Your eyes will look like two black pieces of shit when I beat the hell out of you, scumbag!
You will never step foot in this Court in the rest of your fucking life
-You don't know who you are messing with, you don't have the slightest idea!
-Benjamin, Benjamin -It's OK. I'll denounce him and be right back
-It's the right thing to do -I'll be right back, don't worry
Did you see Sandoval? -He's gone
-Where? -I think he left by Talcahuano street
-Attention a moment, please welcome the Supreme Court Justice
Benjamin Esposito.
-Oh dear, how much does he owe you? -Nothing, you know what I drink I pay for
I got the money here... somewhere... Hang on a second...
-Here you are -No, it's here I swear, yeah, here... er...
OK then, since you have money... Here Mr Esposito is going to pay everyone a round of drinks
-No no no, no round of drinks
-Don't touch me, you are not my boss here
Don't embarass me in front of my friends -I won't cover you again
-Right, let me go -Why do you keep on doing these stupid things?
-OK, let's go, chill out, everything's fine
We're leaving, hey, I'm leaving
-See you
-Bye. Where's my coat? -Here's your coat... let's go
-Then you talk to him, you're his wife... -I can't take this any longer...
-Well, it's not my fault, at least I brought him back home
-It is your fault, he always comes back drunk when he's with you -My fault? What?
-Who is it? -Benjamin Esposito
-Who? -From the Court, remember?
-She was pretty, wasn't she? -Very
-I feel really sorry for those men -Yeah, they must be releasing them by now
They'll be free after the forensic doctors verify their injuries
-Carry on looking, so you can get to know her better. Here you have more photos.
I spend all my time looking at them
I know, I'm still in denial, but it helps me to carry on living
until we find this guy
That's when she became a teacher. She lived in Chivilcoy,
then she came here to live in her aunt's house
That's when I met her, she came to pay her taxes at the National Bank
I still can't believe how I dared to talk to such a beautiful woman
Tell me something, when we find this guy, what sentence does he get?
-Rape followed by murder means life imprisonment
What can you do? There's no death sentence here -I don't agree with legalizing death sentence
-Me neither... I thought maybe it would be retribution for you
-Retribution? Is he going to be raped and beaten to death like her?
No, they would give him an injection and he would just fall asleep.
Very unfair. I wish he had done that to her
Those are from when she was 17 or 18
That's from a Spring Day picnic in Chivilcoy. Have you ever been to Chivilcoy?
-No -I do, I went with her to meet her parents
No... I want him to live for many years to come
...so that he realizes those years will be filled with nothing.
What's up?
Nothing...
She didn't have brothers, right? -No, why?
-Do you know who this guy is? He's in several pictures, always looking at her
I taught Liliana this trick for tagging albums, without it you forget who's on them as years go by
Here it is... Gomez, Isidoro Gomez.
-So? -I always thought this pictures thing was crazy
-Well, yes... but, there's this thing about eyes. I think it was that.
You saw this guy watching that woman, with adoration
The eyes... talk...
...talk out of their asses, they'd better shut up.
Sometimes it's better not to look at them.
-What are you looking at? -We never talked about this case again
-When did you come back from Jujuy? -In '85
-Why now, then? -It's better than flower gardening
-Why?
-Because I've been getting distracted for 20 years.
Law, cases, friends, parties, a marriage, some affaires... I got distracted.
Now I'm retired, I have nothing to get distracted
The other day I was having dinner round the corner and I saw myself, having dinner, alone
and I didn't like what I saw.
I know it doesn't happen to you, I'm not asking you to understand me, believe me.
And trying to find the reasons, the moments... everything, absolutely everything leads me to Morales.
It's like if my life would have...
Answer, answer -It's okay. It's Alfonso, I'll call him back
-It's no problem, answer
-Hello? -Hello, is this Isidoro Gomez's house?
-Yes -Is Isidoro there?
-No, no, he doesn't live here anymore -No?
-No, he moved. He moved to Buenos Aires
-Ah, to Buenos Aires. -Who is this?
I'm calling on behalf of... councillor Mendez... about a job...
How long has it been since he moved to Buenos Aires?
-About a month and a bit ago...
-Do you know where I can find him? Do you have an address?
Because this job is quite urgent...
-I know he's working in a building, in a construction job
He told me... something like...
Montevideo street, in Lanus I'm not really sure
But, what kind of job is it?
It's... a job he will be interested in... because it's for coucillor Mendez and...
tell me something, was he friends with Liliana Coloto?
Ahh... Liliana Coloto... they were a couple some time ago, when they lived here.
Why? -Because Liliana works for Councillor Mendez
and she recommended him for the job.
Ah, it was her. He will be happy when I tell him -Really? Do you think he will remember her?
-Oh, yes. He liked her a lot
But then she left, to Buenos Aires. I don't think they've seen each other since.
Hello... hello?
-If he's here, it's a miracle. Damn moron.
-Poor guy, I would like to see what you would do if your lifetime love was killed
-No, you are the moron. If you'd just kept your mouth shut and told me without making a fuss...
Good morning, we are looking for Isidoro Gomez
-What happened? Who are you? -Mike Hammer, asshole.
Did Isidoro Gomez come to work? -He didn't. We have nothing to do with him
-Please, just give me his address -Right away
-We know Gomez received a phone call last night, he went to his room and ten minutes later...
...he was out the door, with his coat and luggage. He had paid for next week's accommodation but he left anyway.
I can ask more questions if you want, Inspector
-I saw the same pictures you saw
I should have found it out
-No way, Esposito. That case is all smoke and mirrors.
If you think I'm going to embarrass myself with my colleague from Chivilcoy...
...sending him an order to search the house of a poor old lady...
...to look for some hypothetical letters his son might have sent and so on and so forth... please, Esposito, you're mad.
-The problem is, Doctor, without this, we have nothing
-Look, you gave me enough trouble with your Quixotesque attack on Romano
The poor guy ended transfered to who knows which department. To Chivilcoy, maybe.
Why don't you go check if he's there, he could help you. Hehe.
I really don't know what to do
Morales gets worse and worse every day. The murderer knows we are after him.
I have a really stupid Judge. I want to kill Irene.
And the only guy I trust... is a shit drunk fucking idiot.
I have something on my favour. Small, but something.
Today is 28th, it means that the drunk fucking idiot hasn't got his paycheck yet...
...and he's already drank last month's.
So, when the barman asks him for the money, he will face a dilemma.
Either he says he has no money, goes to jail, starts a fight, creates a hell of a mess...
...and his wife definitely throws him out.
Or he turns around looking for his stupid boss, which would be me, and asks him to pay.
As the boss is stupid, but not that stupid, he will pay... yet again.
But he will trade this for a favour
And the drunk fuck will not be able to say no. Am I right?
-I have to take a piss -Hold it
Momma will be out any moment now
-Too much Napoleon Solo, Perry Mason... there lies your problem.
Dude, seriously, I really have to take a piss now.
Ah! You fucking cunt! Fuck you! Fuck you!
-You almost made me shit myself, man -I made YOU?? For fuck's sake, what are you doing here?
-I came to help you, Benjamin. -You should be keeping watch outside...
...if the woman comes we are fucked! -She's not coming, calm down a bit
-How do you know? -She is in the store. She'll be there a while, relax for God's sake.
Did you find something? -The letters
but they dont have his address. There aren't any envelopes.
-This one's recent -So?
-Well, it's new... -The trash can, the envelope could still be in the trash can
There's nothing here
-Nothing at all? -Nothing
-Did you look carefully? -Wanna try yourself?
Don't you want me to drive?
I'm sure the little dog had rabies and you're going to drop dead
-I don't understand why you didn't stay keeping watch. Imagine she found out we broke in.
-Benjamin, since we decided to look for the letters we knew she'd found out sooner or later
-That's why we decided not to bring the letters with us
You weren't such a dumbfuck as to bring them, no? -Nooo... -Ah.
-And what if I did bring them?
-Oh for f... what if you did? If she finds out we were there she tells Gomez...
...the guy disappears and we never find him in our whole fucking lives. Can't you see?
-I dont see it like that -What don't you see? You don't see a fucking thing
-You'll see. When I start studying the letters, the dates... you'll know what I can do when I start working on it, alone
-Ballbreakers...
Tactical Revolutionary Command, speak up comrade! ...wrong number, sorry, no problem.
So? Nothing? -Don't know, maybe I can't find it...
...but it's like this bastard knew we would read the letters.
'Cause there's nothing... some names, ramblings, nothing concrete... look:
"Don't worry, mum, in this I'm like Manfredini, not like Babastro"
People from Chivilcoy?
-Give them to me... oh, fuck off
Sperm Bank, loans section, good morning? No, we give sperm here, do you wanna give or receive?
-Esposito, Sandoval... -Wrong number, sorry. Yes?
-Dr. Fortuna wants to see you, please
When I talk to you, you can hear my voice, right, Esposito?
-Yes, doctor
-Then I must assume that if I say something and you do the exact opposite...
...it's not because you didn't hear but because you shat on the order I gave you...
...is that right, Esposito? -No, it's not like that, Dr-
And if my colleague from Chivilcoy calls me very angrily to tell me two of my men...
...broke into the house of a poor old woman, that means what I say is worth a holy fucking turd.
-I don't know where your colleague got that idea idea from
-That's exactly what I said to him, Esposito, but look:
My colleague tells me that a couple of days ago in the city of Chivilcoy...
...in the intersection between the streets Saveiro and Esquiafino, city of Chivilcoy, a black Peugeout parked...
...licence plate Nº133809 from Capital City...
...and my colleague asked the Federal Police who it belonged to...
...and guess who the owner was. Tell me, who was it?
Some Es...
Espo...
Esposi...
-...to?
The Federal Police gave him your work information
And so the judge called me to see if I could clarify anything. And to be honest, Esposito, I can't.
Because apparently I'm not a Judge but a big fucking moron
Because I say: do "A" and in here they do "Z"...
...like this fucking machine someone put me here!
Sorry, Dr, but... I think there's something strange going on here
-That's right, wait, wait, don't go, here comes the best bit
Later you can go on treating me like an imbecile as long as you want, but now, listen to me
Because what caught the attention of the townpeople...
...wasn't the two guys that looked like porteños...
...nor was it that one of them pretended to be lacing a pair of laceless shoes, no, no.
What really stood out was that one of them went into a store...
...greeted the locals very kindly, bought an Old Smuggler bottle...
...and went away drinking straight from it by the sidewalk.
Do you need the description of the guy?
We've got to deny it, Benjamin. It wasn't me, I wasn't there, I don't know...
-Don't talk to me. Ever again. -But let's deny it all, OK.
-Doctor -Get out of my sight, please
-Are you going to be against us, too?
Irene, I'm talking to you... Irene
-I don't know what revolts me more, the stupid thing you did or the fact that it was behind my back.
-I thought you... -You think I'm here for no reason
-I never said that -You don't have to, it's plain to see
Remember what your place is: I'm the boss and you're the subordinate.
12 letters, 31 pages, talks about 5 jobs,
two in construction, another at a greengrocer's, two with no details.
3 towns in the suburbs of Buenos Aires: Monte Grande, San justo and Avellaneda.
6 names: Anido, Mesias, Oleniak, Manfredini, Babastro and Sanchez
Only one reference to a woman, a certain Rosa who seems to be an aunt...
...and nothing else, that's it, the rest is nothing. Well, this is nothing too.
-Benjamin, please.
Leave it open, it's nothing private. I spoke to Fortuna
I explained him that you are jerk, flashed my most irresistible smile...
and convinced him about asking the Chivilcoy Judge to forget this matter and dump it in the archives.
I really appreciate it, Doctor
Please abstain from iniciatives of this kind in the future.
You can go. -I have a doubt, if you allow me...
what is that irresistible smile of yours? 'Cause I don't think I know it
-Why would you? I use it with my boyfriend, where it's appropiate.
-Of course. Okay, I don't want to bother you
-Bring me that file of Liliana Coloto's case to close it and file it.
It's over.
Engagements. Kids laugh about this kind of thing today
Who gets engaged anymore?
This kid, what was his name? -Godoy. Larreta brought him.
-It's true. Silly me, I didn't date the pictures...
...when was this? Some months after Chivilcoy?
-A week later. I remember well.
A week after our fight, you came with Alfonso from who knows where to announce your engagement
Look at Sandoval here trying not to look drunk
-Poor Pablo, look at him...
-Amazing, I see myself but I hardly recognise me, like it's someone else altogether
-Who were you? How were you?
-I dont know, hard, conservative -Solemn
-Structured -Inflexible
-Young... young, Benjamin, I was young
You were also young. Look, all your hair was black
And here, looking from the sidelines with a face like a butt
-I was somebody else
I'm sure the novel can be fine, but it's not for me.
You might feel at the end of your life and wanting to look back...
...but I can't.
I have to go to work everyday to live with this...
... that might not be The Justice, but it's a justice of sorts.
And at the end of day I have to go back home to live with my husband...
with the kids I love...
My life was always about looking forward.
Backwards is not my jurisdiction,
I declare my self incompetent.
What a case, God... it just doesn't want to die.
**Attention, train leaving from platform Nº5...**
Morales
-How are you? -How're you doing?
-I'm Esposito -Of course, how are you?
-I'm okay, and you? -Well, here I am
Wanna sit down?
-So, how's things? -This month I come here Tuesdays and Thursdays
-Sorry? -I come to this station Tuesdays and Thursdays
On Mondays and Fridays I go to Once and on Wednesdays to Constitucion (note: two of B.A.'s three biggest train terminals)
Anyway, I change the routine every month. Sooner or later he'll have to pass through one of them
He probably moved to the suburbs, he must know he's more likely to get caught in the city.
I imagine that even after a year you haven't stopped investigating, right?
No, no... no.
-You must think I'm a fool -No
-Sorry, just ignore me, please. -No, please, I don't think that at all.
-The worst thing is I'm forgetting her, slowly.
I have to make a constant effort to remember her. The whole day, day and night.
The day he killed her, Liliana made me a lemon tea.
She had heard me coughing all night and said it would do me good.
I go back to all these silly little memories.
And then I start doubting.
And I don't know if it was lemon tea or tea with honey that she gave me
And I don't know if what I have left is a memory or the memory of a memory, you see.
Excuse me, I need to talk with you
-Come in -Thanks
-Something happened to me yesterday... All night long I've been thinking... I couldn't sleep.
I thought about you... You know, when...
...when you see things from a different angle...
When you see someone else, and what happens to this person makes you see your own life in a different way
-Go on -Yeah...
And I said to myself... I have to talk with Irene
She might tell me to piss off... sorry, I mean... I could make her want to kill me, but...
...I have to give it a try.
-If you excuse me for a second, I'll close the door
-Sorry -Sandoval, I'm busy now, come back later
-But Benjamin called me -Yes, I told him to come, so the three of us could talk
Yesterday I found Morales in Retiro station. Do you know what he was doing?
-Someone broke my crystal ball
-The guy goes everyday to the terminals to see if he can find the murderer, Dr.
Every single day, he leaves the bank and goes to keep watch.
-You don't know what this man's love is.
It moves you.
It's as if his wife's death left it frozen, intact, eternally.
You should see those eyes, Pablo, they are in a state of pure love
Can you imagine what a love like that must be?
Not getting worn out because of everyday life...
-You must be speaking for yourself, because it doesn't happen to me
-We think the guy deserves a chance, Dr.
-And where do I fit in all this?
-The case is closed. We'd need to reopen it
-Are you proposing me to destroy an official document, with my signature and the Judge's on it?
To falsify old resolutions to make it seem as if we've been following some kind of lead...
-That's a brilliant idea. We never thought about i... -Don't be a dick.
Everything okay, Dr?
-Tell me, haven't you seen a bunch of letters that were there over my desk?
-No
-Sandoval? -I think he left through Talcahuano St.'s door
So, now you don't only escape to get hammered, you also steal the evidence.
-Everything's under control, Benjamin -Imagine Irene looks for them...
-Hands off, damn it. Are you crazy?
-Do me a favour, let's go -Sit down for a second. Relax.
Do you know why we can't catch him, Benjamin?
Because we're a couple of pricks.
Look: 12 letters, 31 pages, 5 jobs... No, I've already read this to you
-Let's go -No. I've been thinking about this. Steam's coming out of my head.
I asked myself, how is it possible that we can't find this guy?
He always vanishes into thin air. Where is he?
So I started thinking about guys. All guys, not just this one.
-Not specifically this one but... -All guys, yes
-The Guy.
The Guy can do anything to be different, but there's one thing he can't change.
Neither him, nor you or me, no one.
Look at me. I'm a young guy...
I have a good job, a woman who loves me...
...and as you say, I keep on screwing up my life coming to hellholes like this one.
More than once you told me: why are you there, Pablo? What are you doing there?
And you know why I'm here, Benjamin?
Because it's my passion
I enjoy coming here, getting shit-faced drunk, having a punch up if someone fucks me off. I like it.
With you it's the same, Benjamin
There's no way you can get Irene out of your head
And the bird wants to get married more than Susanita (a comic character)
She has like 37 wedding magazines in her desk
She got engaged, organized a party to celebrate it...
...but you are still waiting for the miracle, Benjamin.
Why?
Come with me.
How are you, Notary? -What's up?
This is my friend I told you about: Esposito. This is Notary Andretta. A real Notary, my legal advisor.
-I'll give you my business card
-Let's start with the first letter of our friend Gomez, nevermind the card:
"I swear, with all that rain I ended up worse than Oleniak that time"... Notary, please.
-Juan Carlos Oleniak, he made his debut for Racing Club in 1960...
...in '62 he went to Argentinos Jrs, in '63 he came back to Racing.
In a derby with San Lorenzo someone pushed him and he fell head first into the pit. Got out completely soaked.
-The guy knows his stuff. We call him Plato, because he lives for The Academy (Racing Club's nickname)
"I'll bring you here, mum. Together things will be better. Anido alone is not the same as Anido with Mesias." Notary?
-Anido and Mesias, centerbacks in Racing's 1961 champions.
The team was: Negri; Anido, Mesias; Blanco, Peano, Sacchi; Corbatta, Pizzuti, Mansilla, Sosa and Belen.
-"Don't worry, mum, in this I'm like Manfredini, not like Babastro". Notary?
-Pedro Valdemar Manfredini, he was bought from Mendoza for $2 pesos...
...and he turned to be an extraordinary player, incredible.
Julio Babastro, right winger. He played only a few matches between '62 and '63 and never scored.
-Quote: "I dont want to end like Sanchez" Who is this Sanchez, Dr?
He surely means goalkeeper Ataulfo Sanchez...
...eternal Number Two of the great Negri, only played 17 times between '57 and '61
Notary, what is Racing Club for you? -It's a passion, my friend
-Even after 9 years with no trophies? -A passion is a passion
-See, Benjamin? This guy can change anything: his face, his house, his family...
...his girlfriend, his religion, his God...
...but there's one thing he can't change, Benjamin. He can't change his passion.
**A beautiful night for football! Huracan hosts Racing Club of Avellaneda in the Duco Palace...**
**Racing is not doing well in the tournament...**
**...but wants revenge here in Parque Patricios against "The Baloon", one of the candidates for the title**
**The Academy, The Academy...!**
-This is madness, delusional... -You just don't understand football... have a little patience.
-No! It's got nothing to do with that. There's too many people, it's impossible.
-He is there -Eh?
-There, there, there -Where? Point him out, you asshole!
-Excuse me, excuse me...
Isidoro Gomez!
-Let's go... -What's your problem?
-This is busting my fucking balls. It's been a month of this shit...
...we saw 4 matches already! -I told you to have a bit of patience...
Gomez!
Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!
Motherf.... Gomez!
Chickenshit! Don't run!
Hurry up, Benjamin!
-I had him, he slipped away!
-Where is Baez? Baez! Hey! He ran away, did you see him?
-What's he like? -What's he like?! I gave you the picture!!
-Yes, but what's he like? Tall, short? -Not too high, thin... what are you doing? Move!
-Oh, for fuck's sake! This stuff's not for me, Benjamin... This cunt asks us what he's like!
He should be in the stadium, not us! -He doesn't know him. We do.
(guy in the background) "You animal! Fuck you!"
What the fucking fuck, fuck off, do you want to kill me?!
-Get out! -Fuck off, you cunt, it's occupied!
-Get out, you prick. The police is here, you'll be fine. -What police, don't bust my balls
-Pablo!
-I'm sorry. How is it? -I'm waiting for Sandoval
-What for? -I play the good guy, he comes in... it's a routine...
-It's older than dirt. But you'll question him without the Judge?
-Of course. We must finish it all up before Fortuna arrives and screws everything up.
-Are you trying to question a man without a lawyer or judge?
-Ordoñez, have you seen Sandoval? -He left a moment ago
-Son of a whore... -Listen, it will be considered null...
...what will you accuse him of? -Don't you think we have a big enough charge for him?
-What? Staring at the victim in a picture? Yeah, that's not enough for a charge!
-That's why we have to make him confess
-And what if it's not him? What if it's not him?
-Hey, Eduardo! -- Of course it's him! -Yes, Dr? -Stop calling me Doctor! Go look for Sandoval. And
-Should I take a taxi? -Ye... no! If he's out so early he's in the bar round the corner.
-No, Eduardo, wait please. -Wait, wait.
-What are you doing? -Sorry, sorry. But it's him.
-How do you know? -I don't know.
-See? -No, I dont know how, but I know.
-How?
Gomez, Isidoro Nestor
-ID Number -10.140.925
-Marital status -Single
-Address -Mocoreta 2428, Isidro Casanova
-What train do you take to come to the Capital? ... in which train do you come to the Capital?
-I don't use the train I come in the 96 bus
Is that wrong?
-Mo... coret...
This machine doesn't work
The "a" is missing.
-Wait, wait... tell me what's going on, please.
Please, I beg you
You are accused in the case "Liliana Coloto de Morales", her first degree murder
It happened on June 21st, 1974. You are accused of perpetrating it.
I will make the interrogation. The State will provide you a public defender.
-Wait, Liliana Coloto... she's... an acquaintance from Chivilcoy.
What happened to her?
-Tell me something, Gomez: why do you think you've been here three days in solitary confinement?
-No idea, I went to see Racing -Yeah, and when we wanted to detain you you ran away
-What would you do? Two guys that look like lunatics start following you...
...what happened to Liliana? -Look, Gomez, don't play games.
You know as well as I do that you raped and murdered that girl.
-What? Liliana? Are you serious? How would I do such a thing?
It's been a year since I last went to Chivilcoy, I can prove it.
-We looked for you a week after the crime, but you had abandoned your job and the room you rented
-Room? I didn't leave any room! -Gomez, don't play the fool! The room in Piedras street.
-That was a year ago. I left because it was costing me a fortune.
-And the job? -I found a better one
How is this related to Liliana? She's a girl I've known since... forever, she's a childhood friend
-They can't find Sandoval
Dr. Fortuna should arrive soon, just wait for him, please.
-Yeah, maybe...
Look, Gomez. The Judge is about to arrive, we'll wait for him.
Sorry for being nosy, offi... err, Doctor, I know this is your case, but...
...there's no way this boy did this.
-We'll talk outside. -Wait, it's just a minute.
Have you looked at him closely? It couldn't have been this boy.
Let me see the autopsy.
This girl Coloto... here she is, 1,70m, 58kg...
and look how she ended up.
I'm sorry, Gomez but it's not likely.
The Amazon and the pygmy.
Besides, she was a beautiful woman.
And, please, look at this face.
A beauty like this is not for anyone.
You have to be some man to pick up this kind of woman
-Do you think so, Doctor? I mean...
...the door wasn't broken.
That means she knew the attacker.
-Yes, but don't tell me that such a woman would remember this kid.
Unless she was a prostitute. 'Cause With some guys, only if you get paid...
-Who are you?
-You shut your ass
-No, the girl was decent.
-Hmm, on this I agree with the kid
I think the bank clerk was really cheated on.
He must have had one of those convertible cars, to make room for his horns.
What are you laughing about, you imbecile?
-What about that other suspect you had... -Sandoval?
-Yes. That must have been her lover. A tall, hansdome, broad- shouldered guy. A guy really capable of turning a woman on.
Look at this little pussy. I bet when she saw you she thought:
"Oh, not this creep again, with his 'I love you', 'I adore you' expression on every picture".
Am I right? Yes or no?
Take him out, please... Leave...
-I caught you, you son of a bitch! -Get him out! Now!
-You are all crazy
-Listen, Benjamin, the destruction of the right parietal bone...
...shows an attacker with herculean upper body strength.
Look at this, noodles instead of arms.
Furthermore, the depth of the vaginal injuries allows us to know the man must have been extremely well endowed.
Impossible for this microbe, who must have a roasted peanut.
Here you are, you cunt. Let's see if you like this one.
Honey, don't jump for the piñata if you're too short to reach it. You need a lot more hormones for a woman like me.
-More hormones? You fucking whore!
Do you know how I fucked her?! That fucking whore, you have no idea how hard I fucked her!
-You're dead! -Let him go, Benjamim!
-Let me go! -You touch her and I kill you. Kill you.
Are you Esposito?
Are you or aren't you Esposito?
-Hello? -Hello, it's me... did I wake you up?
-No, I was working, writing a bit. Strange, you being awake so late.
-I was thinking... -No way, really?
-Yes, you silly man, yes. About the book. When you finish it, I want to read it.
-Ah, of course, yes. I'd love you to.
Don't you want to talk or something? -No, I'll drink my tea and see if I can get back to sleep.
-Ok -Bye
**this morning, the President Maria Estela Martinez de Peron...***
-Irene, the dressmaker is here. She put a cape on it, just like we wanted, come try it...
-Hello?... Morales! How are you?
...yes, I was watching, but I muted it...
..what?...
**(crowd singing) "Isabel! Isabel! Isabel!"**
Good morning, I'm Doctor Menendez Hastings from Judge number 42. We came to see Dr Romano, please.
-He's busy at the moment...
...Sir! Sir! You can't go in!
-What are you doing in here? Are you mad? -No, you are mad
-Doctor -We must talk to you
-Boys, can you leave us, please?
-Had you announced your visit, I would have had some coffee prepared.
-Isidoro Gomez, rape followed by murder, imprisoned by the Judge.
The penitentiary informed us he was set free by a decree of the executive branch...
...we made some enquires and ended up here. Any comments?
-Yes, of course: you need to get out a bit more.
Justice is an island in the world. But this one here is the real world.
And while you chase little birds we are fighting in the middle of the jungle. Get it?
Gomez, Gomez... yes. He started with us while he was in jail.
He brought us information, spied young commies...
He did a great job, we started liking him. Why? You think that's wrong?
-Do you understand what you're saying? He is a murderer, convicted and self-confessed
-Maybe, but he is also an intelligent, corageous person.
Capable of getting into a house and doing what needs to be done.
With all the subversives out there, his personal life is the last of our concerns.
We can't only work with the good guys...
-He's a prisoner, under Dr. Fortuna's jurisdict...
-Do you think I dont know you released him just to screw with me? Do you think I'm an idiot?
-That's 2 questions, which one do you want me to answer first?
-Is this true? -Doctor...
Please, don't get involved in this. What's your plan? Who are you going to sue?
No offence, but there is nothing you can do.
What you can do is go back to your office, sit in your place, watch and learn.
Because the Argentina that's coming is not taught in Harvard.
And you, why you do you come with the Doctor? Do you think being with her gives you immunity?
Why don't you leave her alone? She has nothing to do with you.
She's a lawyer, you just finished high school...
...she's young, you're old; she's rich, you are poor.
She's Menendez Hastings; you're Esposito, which is the same as nothing.
She's untouchable, you are not.
Let her go back to her world.
Now, if you have a problem with me, come by yourself, and we'll fix that.
-Let's go, Irene. Let's go.
There's one thing both of you do have in common:
That neither of you can do anything.
-You told me life imprisonment.
-Well, yes. He should get life imprisonment.
-So...?
-What can I say? These people wipe their asses with the very concept of Justice.
To make things worse, where he's right now you can't even go near him.
-And if I could go, why would I want to? What would I win by stuffing four bullets in him?
I'd go to jail for life, Gomez would be free of everything before he even hits the floor...
...and I'd spend 50 years rotting in jail, envying his luck.
No, for me, life imprisonment would have been fine.
-I'd really like to help you, but I honestly don't know how.
-Who knows... maybe some other time.
-Well... -No, I'll pay.
-No, please. -It's just a coffee. -...OK.
I really want to thank you, Benjamin, for everything you did for me.
Without you, I wouldn't've got this far.
I owe you one.
-Dr Esposito. I was looking for you, because of...
-I'm not a doctor, how many times do you need to be told that?
If you call me Dr. in front of the Judge it will be an embarassment.
What happened with the file, did you finish it?
-I'm working on it. -No, you are not. You are here, not there. Come on.
-Benjamin -Yes
-How long will it be before you talk to me again?
-I talk to you everyday
-I'm not untouchable, nor from another world
-I wish, but you are. Irene, let's forget it.
-Forget what?
-You'll marry some engineer surnamed Zapiola Menendez Urtubey Martinez Beccar Non-stop (note: long surnames are synonym of wealth; Martínez-Beccar could be a long surname by itself, but is also a bus route)
-You're not jealous, are you?
-God, no. You two be happy and live long.
-Any objection? Go on, object.
-Irene... please.
-What are you watching? Go away.
-Where shall we meet?
-What for?
-So you can air all your objections to my life, my boyfriend, my marriage, and any other aspect of this case.
-We can have coffee after work
-Time?
...8:30. Place?
-The Immortals -Richmond Cafe
-Sorry, I wasn't thinking about a fancy place
-No, Benjamin, a far away from here place.
What are you doing there watching us?
-Sorry, the Dr.'s got a phone call from the Mala Yunta bar
-Pablo Sandoval. Fuck you, you motherfucking son of a whore!
-Go wash your ass, you fag!
-Noooo! Benjamin... I can't believe they called you!
I told them: don't bother my friend, this is a thing between two men
-You are not a man, you fucking drunkard.
-Drunkard, me? Fascist, fascist! -We'll kill you all! -He's a nazi! He's a nazi!
-Officer, I work in the Court, I'll take care of him
Come with me. -He should be put in jail! All this fuckers!
You'll know what Justice really means, you fucking bastards! -Justice my balls, faggot!
-My coat! Where's my coat! -You have it on you
-What time is your wife back from work?
-At 8 -Strange, she's not picking up the phone
-My mouth is... dry... don't you have something to...
-She's not answering. Stop touching my stuff.
-She won't ever answer -Why?
-Because the phone's not working -Why not? Leave that!
-I told you a thousand times, Benjamin, I wanted to start them a lawsuit...
...and you told me to forget it.
-That was 6 months ago -The phone's not been working for a year...
... the fuckers never fixed it -What a mess, you can't stay here today
Leave that, stop touching everything
-If you ever called me, you would know it doesn't work -Stop touching, what are you looking for?
-I wanted to start a lawsuit...
Look at me. Do you have plans for tonight?
-No, no... what plans. -You have plans. I'm leaving.
I don't want you to say "Sandoval fucked my plans".
God damn it, how many sofas do you have in this place?
-Come, sit there -I'm hitting something every fucking step I make
-That's why, stay here until you're better
-What time is it? -I have a clock in my bedroom
-What bedroom, you dickhead? You are in my house
-Ah, we're... we're fine, yes.
-I'm going to your house to try to convince your wife not to kill you and be right back.
-Call her by phone
-Didn't you tell me it's not working?
-Mine doesn't work, but you can use yours
-Just stay here. Don't do anything, don't touch anything.
Just wait. I'll be right back.
-Turn off the lights -Yes
-We are going to find this motherfucker.
We are going to find him.
-We were working the whole day... -Stop it, I don't want to hear more of this
-Give me the chance to explain you... -OK, but it's the last time.
-You could have done something about it -I just need some help with him today -He needs help
-I know, what I mean is that if we help him we help ourselves
-You just want to get rid of him -Don't say that...
And this?
-What happened? -Wait, wait, wait a minute.
Pablo?
-What happened? -I don't know. Pablo?
-Don't scare me -Wait a bit!
Pablo?
What, what happened?
-This is mad. -Mad is how I will be if I ever find that son of a...
-You? You are going after him? -I told my father, he knows who to talk with.
Romano won't mess with me, don't worry, I'll be fine.
-But going to Jujuy...? -My cousins are feudal lords there, no one will dare touch you
-But what am I going to do in Jujuy?
-The same you do here: signatures stamps... they already prepared a desk for you.
-No, no, no Irene, I can't, I can't. I have my life here, I have my parents, I have...
...I have everything.
-And what are we going to do? Here...
We...
I mean... you and me.
We can't do anything.
-Bye
It's a first draft
I'll make more
Your house is just as I imagined it
-Really? How did you imagine it? -Well, like this. It's just as I imagined it.
-Right. I imagined your house would be totally different.
-Do you know my house? -No, different to this one, I mean. Totally different.
-What are you afraid of, Benjamin?
There's a piece of paper here that says "I'm afraid". What are you afraid of?
-No, no... it's an experiment I did, trying to write half asleep to... free imagination... it's something stupid, ignore it.
OK, so... tell me.
-Well, it's a novel, right?
You don't have to write the truth in a novel.
Not even something... believable. -Ye... no! What's not believable?
-Oh, Benjamin... that part when... the guy goes to Jujuy...
The guy's crying with despair...
...and she's running along the platform as if she's losing the love of her life...
...and they touch their hands through the glass as if they were a single person...
...and she's crying, as if she knew a future of mediocrity and lovelessness awaited her...
...almost falling on the track, like if she was trying to show the love she never dared to confess?
-Yes... wasn't it like that?
And if it was like that...
...why didn't you take me with you?
You fool.
And how does the file of the case continue?
-I don't know, if you want I can write that the guy spent ten years counting guanacos in Puna de Atacama
And that when I came back I found you were a prosecutor...
...married, with two kids. Do you want me to write that?
-Yes, or that he came back married to an aristocratic Jujuy beauty.
-She was a wonderful girl.
It wasn't her fault that I couldn't love her
-What a disgusting ending this novel has -A shit ending
I don't want to let all this pass me by again
How could I not do anything?
I've been asking myself that for 25 years, and for 25 years I've been answering the same:
"leave it, it was another life it's gone, don't ask, don't think"
It wasn't another life, it was this one
It is this one
Now I want to understand it all. How can one live an empty life?
How can one live a life filled with nothing?
How is it done?
-It's impossible, it's a waste of time, we'll never find him.
-He was a very formal guy, he must have done it
-Who notifies a change of address? Legally, I live where I lived when I danced Pata Pata
...sorry. -Gomez Isidoro, Espora 691, Chivilcoy
-Told you. That's his mother's place.
-Look, Sir, registering a change of address is mandatory, you can't just do it if you want.
Get it? -Yes, now I do
Morales Ricardo... we have 4.
-We could guess his ID number by his age. What's yours?
-3 million and a bit, you? -200 million. None of your business.
We have one in the range of 5 million and one in 6. Morales Ricardo Agustin.
He changed his address in 1975.
Write it down, Pata Pata.
Who are you looking for?
Morales...
How are you, remember me?
Esposito, from the Judge House, 25 years ago.
-What a surprise -Yes, isn't it? Sorry...
-How are you? -How do you do, fine?
It's been so long
-And you... what a surprise, eh? -Yeah...
Come, get in.
May I offer you some coffee? -Coffee? Don't you drink mate in this kind of place?
-Here? I'm at the bank all day.
-Ah... you're still at the bank. I accept the coffee, eh?
You moved right away -Well, yes
I wanted to start over, cut my losses
That's the good thing about the National Bank...
It has branches everywhere. There's always one where nobody wants to work in, so here I am.
I was even promoted, you know. -Good
-Remember Liliana?
-Yes, of course
And what's up with you?
-Well, here I am...
-I mean, alone? Or did you marry?
-No, I didn't really. I think... at this point...
...for me, that kind of thing is over.
I mean, I tried, but you know what... it's very complicated.
-I did get married -Really?
-Yeah, for a while... but it didn't work either.
I don't know. I don't know if it was me...
It's very complicated. -It's very complicated.
-Look at what you did... I can't believe it.
-I had a writing itch.
-You have to develop it a bit. It looks like a long memorandum. How crazy...
-It's because I always remembered it.
-Too bad. You should forget it. Take my advice.
-You came here because of Gomez, right?
-Why because of Gomez?
-I mean, the guy was free, he could come after you
-Oh. No, I'm not afraid of Gomez really
-Maybe he's dead already -Yeah, maybe...
They came for me, too -Yes, I know
-How do you know? -I have just read it, they found your friend
Yeah, right. Sandoval, poor guy. Remember Sandoval?
-No, no -My workmate, from the Court
They came for me, didn't find me... and he got it.
-Motherfuckers
Gomez was never found, right? -Take a guess
-Yeah... these guys always get away scot-free
You know, there's something I want to ask you, because I really don't know how it is.
How did you learn to live without her?
-It's been 25 years, Esposito
-I was sure you wouldn't be able to. -It's been 25 years, Esposito
-And with this guy free, how did you start over again? -It's been 25 years!
Forget about it.
Without me, you wouldn't've got this far.
Remember that? You owe me one
-I don't know what you want me to tell you.
-You just stood there doing nothing with this guy alive and kicking?
-Yes, I couldn't do anything. -No? -No!
No? You spend a year looking for a guy based on a picture, they free him and you do nothing?
-Yes, I spend a year going to train stations, they find him and and let him go, what do you want me to do?
-And that's it? You spend the rest of your life signing forms? -Look who's talking
-You are better than me -What do you care?
It's my life, not yours -No, Morales... it's my life, too.
Your love for this woman I never saw again... on anyone.
On anyone.
Never
-Get out of my house
Now, please
It's my life, not yours
Sorry... it's...
It's old men's stuff.
Maybe it's that.
It's just that I thought about this in so many ways...
-Go home to think about it
-Sandoval wasn't killed by Gomez
-And?
-Gomez knew us both. If he was there, he would've waited for me.
There were a couple of pictures of me in my house
When they killed Pablo... Sandoval,
the pictures appeared upside down.
All the rest was in its place, they didn't touch anything.
I thought...
I think...
Are you Esposito?
Can't you hear, fuckwit? Are you Esposito?
-W... w... what happens? -What are you doing?
Answer me
What are you doing? Where are you going?
-Here
-What are you going to do?
-I'm going to put on a record, man, it's alright
-Put on some record? Listen...
...are you Esposito or aren't you Esposito?
It's me
I feel so embarrassed I don't even have the courage to go to the cemetery and leave him some flowers
Or maybe it wasn't like that
Maybe he went for a nap, and they killed him in his sleep
And the pictures fell on their own, by chance, with some movement...
I don't know
I think and think, I don't know what to think anymore
-Choose well
All what we have left are memories
At least, let them be nice ones
-But there's something I'm sure I won't ever forget
The last thing Pablo told me the night they killed him:
"Dont worry, Benjamin. We are going to find this motherfucker"
And I will find him.
If he's alive, I'll find him.
Wait
Come in, sit down
Don't search anymore.
I couldn't go to the Ministry. I knew the guy was untouchable there.
But I also knew that, sooner or later, he would go after you
Che, Gomez
I got rid of the body and evidently nobody missed him too much.
Was it worth it?
-Don't think anymore, don't think anymore.
Who cares? My wife is dead
Your friend is dead, Gomez is dead, they are all dead.
Don't think about it anymore
You will start thinking: "what if I was...", "what if I did..."; you will have a thousand pasts, and no future.
Don't think anymore, take my advice.
You will only have memories left.
I owed you one, right?
Now we are even
**Don't think anymore**
**-I thought about this in so many ways...**
**What would I win by stuffing four bullets in him?**
**It's my life, not yours**
**Go home to think about it**
**We are going to find him**
**I've been asking myself that for 25 years**
**Bye**
**It wasn't another life, it was this one**
**-The Guy can do anything to be different...**
**-What would I win by stuffing four bullets in him?**
**-...but there's one thing he can't change. Neither him, nor you or me; no one, Benjamin.**
**How can one live an empty life?**
**How can one live a life filled with nothing?**
**How is it done?**
**-Do you know how I fucked her?!** -Retribution?**
**It's as if his wife's death left him frozen, eternally.**
**My wife is dead. Your friend is dead, Gomez is dead, they are all dead.**
**They would give him an injection and he would just fall asleep**
**-No one, Benjamin.** **-No... I want him to live for many years to come...**
**...so that he realizes those years will be filled with nothing.**
**-How did you start over again? -It's been 25 years!**
25 years, Esposito.
Forget about it.
-Please...
...tell him, tell him to...
...to at least... talk to me.
Please
-You said life sentence
*I'm afraid*
*I love you*
-Is the Doctor here? -Yes, she's in the office
-You're still alive -Yes
I have to talk with you
-Do you want some coffee, Doctor? -Go away, kid
-It'll be complicated
-I don't care
-Close the door
**Based on the novel "The question of their eyes", from Eduardo Sacheri**
**ripped by Jenizaro - subtitles by NEN**