All language subtitles for Tango Feroz Remasterizado.1993.DVDRip.x265.10-bit.en

THE LEGEND OF TANGUITO

I have nothing to give

I move without tokens or coins

through this great carnival

I've lost all haste and calm

I know no trade or law

I'm just a phantom,

pissing in the king’s soup.

A lousy, stinking weekend,

can't find a thing to do

City of Christs and gangsters

who here can quench my thirst?

City of fucking defeat,

I never want to see you again

If no one touches my soul,

I'm sure to die.

What are you doing, I ask?

The walls of Buenos Aires
have no future in store

Malena sings in the slime
like it was the moon,

and the dead grow in the cement,
spat out by the subway.

Split, man, split.

Taxis load up with toads,
the cops look for their lunch

The blind dance to confusion

Bones, prayers, brains,
the tense, the dense,

the dead...

Don't get me wrong

I have nothing to give

I move without tokens or coins

through this great carnival.

If they don't sew up my mouth,

they'll never shut me up.

If they don't sew up my mouth,

they'll never shut me up.

If they don't sew up my mouth,

they'll never shut me up.

If they don't sew up my mouth,

they’ll never
shut me up.

They'll never shut me up.

Put on the lights!

ID cards!

Against the wall!

Everybody against the wall!

"Buenos Aires, the end of the 60's”

“This movie is based on a true story.”

Get in!

We were on the premises.
You aren’t allowed in there.

Address?

-It was you who broke the law!
-Just answer the question!

Your address kid!

Those little shits will learn.

They'll learn.

Those who survive will.

Cool it. You want everyone
to know she grabbed your ass?

Move it, men!

Break up the couples!
This isn't a fucking brothel!

I can hardly sit down.

The cops! They always kick your ass.

They love it!

-Not me. I always get it in the head.
-Scientific.

They kick you where
you're the heaviest.

You get it in the balls, right?

She’s in her wedding dress
and his jacket’s all torn.

Then they look at each other
and burst out laughing!

-And that’s it?
-No, it goes on.

They soon stop laughing.
They feel uncomfortable.

They end up silent and a bit bored.

-What do you mean, bored?
-‘Cause the terrific part is over,

-They will end up like their folks
-That’s how it ends.

But that’s awful!

We learned to love you,

from that historic height,

where the sun of your bravery,

laid siege to death.

And here it’s clear to all,

the dearest essence

of your beloved presence,

Commander Che Guevara...

Does it hurt?

Why didn’t you go to the meeting?

I'm sick of meetings.

Anarchist!

I hear you made a friend
at the station.

I like it.

You always like it. You're a friend.

No.
When I don't like it, I say so.

I may be recording this week.
Want to sing backing?

I never sing backing.

Listen, toilets are for pissing
and shitting!

-Don't you have an ear for music?
-Yeah, and a nose for shit

Is that a new number?

It’s nice.

This place really inspires you?

Yesterday, I met a girl...

The girl leads me to a big,
scarlet bed.

She starts to caress me.
She strips me. Licks my whole body.

And when I'm about to come...

...she takes out a dagger
and sticks it in my neck!

I woke up looking for the blood.

Isn't it a fantastic dream for my film?

That's the kind of movie
I want to make!

It’s like...

It's like what you do with your songs.

You have to go into the jungle.

Walk on the edge of life,
like Henry Miller in “Sexus”.

-Miller didn't dream, he screwed.
-I've got a girl in mind.

In mind's no good.
You need to get her into bed.

Right, I've tidied it all up.

You dream and dream
but you’re a bourgeois shit!

I want the disorder of the senses,
not of the room.

-You like basil?
-I don't think so.

You'll like it.

What’s this...?

What's this about the girl you met?

You can’t imagine what she’s like!

-What's her name?
-Haven't got a clue.

If I can get her to fall
in love with me..

If I can drive her crazy...

I'm going to be immortal.

Argentine Universities...
The fight goes on!

Hello.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

A march for the comrades
who weren't released yesterday.

There'll be one tomorrow
for people arrested today.

“Free our comrades”

Back, pals!
Let's not fall into provocation!

Back, pals!
Let's not fall into provocation!

Back!
Back, pals!

The less hours you sleep,
the easier it gets.

As if you were becoming more awake.

You begin to realize
what is important...

...and what’s there to fill
the hour and a half the movie lasts.

Films have to last an hour and a half ..

...songs, three minutes...

...and life, eighty years.
Isn’t it stupid?

You should measure intensity.

An hour at Mass isn't the same
as an hour with you.

It isn't the same.

It isn't the same.

My God, youve really hit me hard.

I'm all turned around,
I don’t even know who I am.

The gang is amazed,

they look at me in wonder.

They see that I'm not longer

the Don Juan who shone
in action yesterday.

They see that I 'm lost,

beaten and destroyed,

by your heart.

I saw you tangoing by, my love,

to a rhythm so soft and sensual.

As soon as I saw you,

I lost all faith,
and the courage to go on.

You didn't leave me
with even a trace,

of that fierce and violent past.

All that is left for me to do

is go to church, kneel down and pray.

First the Entertainment Committes
approved it, then Management.

I had to go four times.

But what's important,
and please listen to this...

is that it's a family plan.

You know what that means?

Grandmas go there and children.
It's families.

-You made a mistake.
-I always pay him less. He 's useless.

-I promised everyone the same.
-That's not fair.

Not everyone deserves the same.

He doesn't even realize.

You cheat because it's not fair or
because he doesn't realize?

He only spends it on dope.

You'Il go far.

You keep the cash
and lecture on morals.

I don’t keep the cash.
It's for our expenses.

You think we don't have expenses?

What happened with that girl?

Are you going to be immortal?

Just half an hour.
Always leave them wanting more.

What a strategist.
Don't worry. We'Il have a real ball.

It's the public who have to enjoy it.

We're all going to enjoy it.
All except Willy.

-What's up with Willy?
-Nothing.

We can’t all be musicians
and poets, Tango.

Willy with money is like Tango with
candy. He wants it all for himself.

-Tango, give me some candy.
-l can’t get at it.

Tati, are you groping my ass?

-Come on, Silvita, you know me.
-Exactly! That's why I ask.

I told the girls
they should sit up front.

Please, I'm not asking you to look
respectable. Just try to look normal!

Fernando, watch where you plug in.

-Let him plug in anywhere if he can.
-Fuck off!

Tati, remember, you haven't
come to solve your lovelife.

Pedro, lay off the camera.
It really annoys people.

Silvita, don't say ass.
Ladies don't say ass.

-What do they say?
-They don't mention their ass.

They act like they haven't got one.

Do you never say ass?

No... Yes... I don’t know. What for?

You see?

I like that slit,

that I met yesterday,

I like that slit,

that I met yesterday,

She really gets me going.
I want to take her into my bed.

With those legs of hers
she makes me believe. .

that I can destroy the shit
in this big city.

I like that slit,

that I met yesterday.

She really gets me going,
I want to take her into my bed

This isn't modern!
This is... scandalous!

But they're artists.

A normal singer does
three songs and stops...

...50 people can go to the buffet.

We'Il have to throw away the
sandwiches.

We're not here to sell food.

It would be best to discuss
this after payment.

Payment?

On top of this,
you think I 'm going to pay you?

Know what I like about Buenos Aires?

What?

I don’t know.

I guess it was love at first sight.

Love’s like that.

When was that?

Three nights ago, in a police station.

I mean with Buenos Aires.

I was seven years old.

-You came with your family?
-With my old lady.

We went to a barrio. To a tiny house.

It was really old.
With a little garden...

that would fit in this room.

We had a real good time there.

And now?

Now, I'm alone.

Me too.

I used to live so happily
in the forest,

wandering free.

The mornings and evenings were mine,

and come nighttime,
1°d lie down to rest.

But one day came Man with his cages,

he locked me up,
and took me to the city.

In the circus,
they taught me to do pirouettes,

and so I lost my beloved freedom.

"Get used to it”,
an old tiger told me,

“and you'Il never want
for shelter or food”

*They just ask us to do pirouettes,

and to make the children laugh”

Four years of that
life went by for me.

With the circus,
I travelled the world,

but I could never completely forget...

..my forest, my evenings and me.

In a little village far away...

...someone forgot to shut the padlock.

It was on a night without a moon...

..and I left the city behind.

Now I tread on my dear forest.

I have the green
of freedom once again.

I'm old, but the evenings
belong to me.

I"'m back in the forest again,

I am happy as can be.

I'm not going to answer.

T won't!

Why don't you ask my opinion
on the Vietnam war?

“Are you in love?”

Do you ask the guys that?
“Are you in love?”

Go to hell!

Parents, priests, cops...

...teachers...

They all have something...

...they want to put inside you...

...as if your head were a mail box.

James Dean.
Didn't you ask who I want to be like?

James Dean.

Who did you think I'd say? John Wayne?

What are you laughing at?

Come on, Rusito. It's your turn.

-No, I'm not doing it. Leave me alone.
-Come on, Ruso.

-What are you filming?
-Tdon’t film.

I take prisoners.

See this moment?

It’s disappeared.

It won't come back.

But if I film it, then it's imprisoned
in here and it can't escape.

Some day... we're going to be old..

…but here, we’ll stay as we are today.

Forever.

We've become eternal
and we didn't even realize.

It’s a good idea.

I like it.

I'll say something to me
for when I'm old.

Film me.

But you have to show it
to me in ten years.

-You wont be old in ten years.
-In twenty then.

You have an unusual voice. Sensual.

I was telling Macoco about it.

It's not easy to find such
a sensual voice nowadays.

-It's warm. Tango is real warm.
-That's it, Freddy.

That's something we have
to talk about.

-We have to find a name.
-For the record?

No, dear, for you.

-Tango won't do.
-They'Il think you're Gardel!

-What do you think?
-About what?

-The song.
-You read English?

-But what's this?
-Phonetics.

We thought we 'd be starting
with his own songs.

We really liked your songs,
right, Macoco?

The thing is we've got
all that we need.

We could translate
some of yours later on.

Translate? I sing in Spanish.

-So people can understand.
-Understand what?

People just want to dance.
They don't care what you say.

You think people are like us?

I think we have to discuss
this more calmly.

You've got style. You like a rebel
and that always sells.

We thought that
more aggressive clothes...

Well, don't think
“cause you'Il get it wrong.

And don't dress me
‘cause I'm not a dummy.

You're not selling me
because you can't buy me.

SHIT

“How many roads must
aman walk down...”

*...before you call him a man?”

“How many seas must
the white dove sail. .”

*...before she sleeps in the sand?”

“How many times...
must the cannonballs fly...”

“before they're forever banned?”

“The answer my friend
is blowing in the wind...”

How much shit do I have to take?

I said no.

Somebody has to say no.

I wonder why it always has to be me.

What’s up?

I like to see you cry,

I like to see you smile.

Natural ...

Natural ...

I like to see you in the mornings,
with your own colors.

Natural ...

Natural ...

Hey, quit shoving!

3221 San Martin St.
It's in the suburbs?

Isn"titin front of a greengrocer's?

My mother lives three blocks away.

You're just a kid.

At your age, I was just like you.

A little lost.
Doing every crazy thing.

They call you Tango. Why?

I don't know why
they call me “Wolf” either.

You've quite a record.

For what?

Vagrancy...

Disturbance of the peace... drunkenness...
Resisting arrest...

-Possession of narcotics...
-That's not true.

Neither is this.
We weren't doing anything.

The cops don't lie, kid. It's all
written here, so it must be true.

-Inspector Ponce...
-What?

-He seems to know nothing.
-You know nothing!

I'm coming... Close the door!

Where were we, neighbor?
0Oh, yes, tell me...

What were you doing
with that fancy piece?

A philosophy student.

And her fathers a colonel ..

You didn't know?

Of course not... You're from a barrio.

Those girls may screw you...

..but they don't talk
about their family.

What shall we do with you, neighbor?

You need a friend.
You know that?

Want to be my war correspondent?

I just want to know
what this'Il lead you to.

This is the second time
in two weeks, right?

Tell me, what are your plans
for the future?

After all, I'm the one who
has to face your father.

You weren't with your friends,
were you?

What were you doing with that scum?
He's a nobody.

What does he want with you?

He hasn't got a key to the apartment,
has he?

I'd be no good at that.

Anyone can do it, neighbor,
Anyone.

It's a question of good will.

Or are you just unwilling?

You think if any friend of that girl
had to do it he'd be unwilling?

You go and meet her at the university,
don't you?

There, for example you hear something,
you come and sing to me.

You like singing, don't you?
I'm not asking you to do anything new.

Well, don't you worry.

Think about it.
Go home and think about it.

The girl's gone already.

Mom and Dad...

...got her out real fast.

She didn't ask about you.

Think about it.
Think of your future.

You're going to need friends.
One always needs friends.

And friends from the neighborhood
are best.

I was thinking
“What if the nut gets dangerous?

Can you believe that?
She was all I was worried about.

-I don't believe that was all that worried you.
-I swear.

I don't believe you.

I've been in a police station before.

You weren't in a police station.
You were in another world.

In his world.

Are you going to say he is a scum too?

-You scared me.
-And you scared me.

What are you doing?

I'm seeing.

I"'m seeing what I didn't see.

I see the past. I see the future.

In the past,
I see a father who's a colonel.

He worries about his little daughter,
the rebel of the family.

But in the future,
I see that he needn't worry.

I see the girl finishing her studies.

I see the girl getting married
as if she were a princess

I see her having lousy sex.

I see her having great food.

I see the girl getting bored to death.

and remembering at times
the fun she had...

..when she played at being free...

...when she met a deadbeat. ..

...who took her seriously...

...and fell in love with her.

It's true, I didn’t mention my family.

My family doesn't exist.

And I do?

Would you have a child with me?

But...
But love is stronger...

But love is stronger...

But love is stronger...

Hello. Pablo, Tango,
you two know each other?

Would you let go of me? Let me go!
I can’t go now. I ve got a class.

What's all this about?
You give me hell, disappear...

-Now you turn up as if...
-As if T loved you?

I love you.
What do you want me to do?

These last days...

...I started to get a few things clear.

Firstly...

Maybe I could live without you.

Secondly...

I don't want to.

Thirdly...

All T can give you...

is a dream.

1.

...love...

...you...

I'd die without you.

They can steal your heart,
shoot you dead in a slum,

...they can brainwash you,

...for nothing.

I was never taught in school
that the world is split in two,

..while dreams bleed to death,

...for nothing.

But love is stronger.

But love is stronger.

But love is stronger.

How long can they conceal war
in time of peace?

..if the dead are still alive here,

...for nothing.

They can swear the old dream
of flying isn't true...

..they can keep you in a cage,

...for nothing.

But love is stronger.

But love is stronger.

Pedrito writes endlessly,
that the world is about to explode,

...and the others at the office,

...do nothing.

They can steal your heart,
shoot you dead in a slum,

...they can brainwash you,

...for nothing.

But love is stronger.

But love is stronger.

That's it!

-They'Il make him a star!
-I'm going to sing my songs.

-Concerts starting next month!
-I have to tell Mariana!

Posters with his face will be
all over the city!

You made it!

-What about a contract?
-For three years!

Pinch me and tell me
we're not dreaming!

What are you doing?

Celebrating my birthday.

Happy birthday.

-Look what my old man gave me.
Your old man!

He said, “Buy yourself
whatever you want”

Am I not invited to the party?

-How old are you?
-Eighteen thousand.

-Shit! T must get you a present,
-Fuck that.

I don't like parties, presents, cakes
with candles. .

-...0r people.
-Or girls?

-Don't you fucking start.
-Remember Freckles?

-Fuck off, Tango.
-She’s crazy about you.

Don't you realize
when a girl's looking?

They never look at me.

Christ, you're thick!

“Seen Fernando™?
“No, Freckles, he didn't come”

“Has Fernando got a girl?”

I don't know, Freckles.”
“Why don't you ask him?”

Here, put on my shirt.
Who buys your clothes, your old lady?

“Tell Fernando I read
the book he lent me”

-“You tell him, Freckles”
-It's true I did lend her a book.

I won't know how to start!

It's like flying. You just let
the wind carry you along.

There in the distance, you can hear...

a springtime love,

which is revolving in the air,

revolving in the air,

revolving in the air,

Open up the rain barrel.

Take a drink,
and the crystal man...

will vibrate again,

will vibrate again.

You'Il communicate with him

on a line, direct to infinity,

direct to infinity.

There in the distance,
you can hear...

a springtime love,

which is revolving in the air,

revolving in the air.

So you'Il be famous?

Ruso says that...
that guy...

…Vazquez... is fantastic.

But an entrepreneur can't be fantastic.

He thinks I'll make him rich!

It's an amazing offer,
less than half its real price.

Nice! But you call it a billfold.

People who carry bills don't go
on the subway.

If you say, I.D. holder, people think
you're the Police.

Listen!

This is the best Argentinian leather...

...for keeping important items...

...such as love letters.

-What would you keep?
-His photograph.

Good! Very good!

And you?

If you've no money, we'Il swap.

This is the photo of a house
where I was happy as a kid.

Keep it and give me something.

You must have something.

I've got... They're of me.

Give them to me!

“Lawrence of Arabia” Great! And you?

How are things, neighbor?

So... now you're provoking
high class kids.

See how there's always a time
when you need friends?

I've seen your photo everywhere.

You think you're famous now...
and you can do whatever you want?

You should have stayed
in the neighborhood.

You know, sometimes
you get so far ahead...

you end up in the shit.

But what are friends for?

We'Il let you out soon...

and you'll go where I tell you...

to get information.

You see, I need help.
No one will find out.

Our correspondents are secret

You...
are not in position to refuse.

Either you sing for me,
or you never sing again.

It's very easy to turn a poor bastard
into a big shot.

I can make a summary in ten minutes...

..and it doesn't go away.

It stays...
like a tattoo.

Well...

Now that we understand each other..

...don't you worry.

I'll look after you.

Because, if you haven't got me,
you haven't got anybody.

Understand?

You're going to be my correspondent.

I always look after my people.

No, not your people.
Your master 's children!

Why do they call you Wolf?
You're a guard dog!

Now, then...
Let's just think.

If you're in..
or out..

..if you're alive...
or you're dead...

…who the fuck cares?

The amount of hallucinogenic material
found in possession of the accused...

The amount of hallucinogenic material
found in possession of the accused...

seems to indicate
that we have here the first links. ..

in an important international
organization.

José Alberto Cruz, alias Tango...
single, unemployed, of no fixed address...

sixteen prior convictions for
vagrancy...

causing public disturbance,
drunkenness...

Got a smoke?

I''m called Tango. What about you?

Angel.

-A Spanish Angel.
-Basque, it's not the same.

How did a Basque get here?

The same way everyone does.

You become undesirable for nice people
so they sweep you under the rug.

-How long did you get?
-A year.

And you?

-In 34 days, I'Il have done ten years.
-Ten years!

There’s a tango that says
20 years is nothing.

Yeah, but the guy spent them in Paris.

You didn't ask me what I did.

Neither did you.

You can get a year for pissing
against the wrong tree.

Can people who aren't relatives
visit us?

Yeah, they can.
But they don't like it.

It's easier if they forget.

I'm not good at almost anything.

I get tired of reading.

When I write, I make mistakes.

I never learned Maths.

I'm lousy at sports.

But I can sing.

I'm good at that.

Come on, get up! Everybody get up.

Don’t move!

Don't look at them!

And don’t speak to them.

What have you got there?

A private life.

The first thing
they try to take from you.

If you want to keep anything...

Such as what?

Anything from your head or your heart...

If you need it, now you know.

Two conditions.

Don't touch my things without asking...

and don't be found out.

Comrades?

Comrades.

The King summoned one of the men
of his tribe and said to him...

“Listen,

where the water turns north,
my lands end and your lands begin.

I don’t like my lands ending
where the river continues.

What do you want in exchange for that
stretch of land?”

"My King”, said the man...

“ won't and can't take anything.

On that plain my ancestors and my
children learned to love the river.”

“Give it to me,” insisted the King...
“or you shall anger me”,

"My Lord, I cannot” said the man.

“You have many beautiful plains
and we have only that one.”

“Listen”, cried the sovereign,
“do you know the anger of the King?

The tribes will quake...

..the river will flow with the blood
that is shed..

...before anyone hears
you say no to me!”

"My Lord”, said the man
without trembling...

“do you know the anger of Man?

A trickle of blood from the throne
would suffice...

for all the kingdom to know
that there was a man who said

no

“You didn't ask what it was.
-I don't need to know.

-I shouldn't get you involved.
-It's not you.

1°m the one who wants to be involved.

How's Tango?

I still haven't seen him.

I went, but I couldn’t get in.

You know how they search
the woman visitors?

You know how they treat the prisoners?

Please, don't say that.
I can't sleep thinking of it.

He saw them arrive from the window

and went out the door.

They killed him there.

And they dragged him down the street.

My mother lifted me up and we watched

until we could no longer hear
his body hitting the stones.

I was five years old

and that morning
I started to hate him.

I hated him for many years

because he hadn't run away or hidden.

Because he'd let them kill him there,

in front of us,
at the door of our home.

And he'd condemned us to be outcasts
in our own village.

And I hated the ones who killed him.

And the neighbors
who saw and kept quiet.

And the priest who damned us,
and the teacher who lied to us.

When I was twenty my mother
threw me out to free me.

She said, “Go far away...

...as far as you can...

...to a place where
you don't care who is good

and who is bad.

And forget about us.”

But that place doesn't exist,
does it?

Nor can you forget.
You can never forget.

And your father?

I haven't got one.

Is he dead?

I never had one.

I'd get on trains and look for him.

I don't why but I was sure
1°d find him on a train.

He never turned up.

My old lady said we were identical...

so I looked for my face.

But I never found him.

So all I could do was to make him up.

When someone asked,
I said he was a tango singer...

and he'd been run over by a train.

We're here because
they're closing the Cave.

Our Cave,
Because it's ours, isn't it?

Without us, there are just walls.

But those walls have our marks.

There are signs that show
we were here. .

that show we passed through.

But it's time to take away our songs

to leave our marks on other walls,
other caves.

Tango isn't here

but we'Il say good-bye his way,
all singing together.

Everything comes to an end,
nothing can escape.

Everything finishes...
everything ends.

I have to understand,
life isn’t eternal.

The cry, within the laugh
finds its end.

I thought that love had no measure,

either you stop loving
or find someone new.

And I forgot about that love
that I once thought would never end,

and yet it did.

Everything shows me that in the end,
I finish every day, I begin every day,

believing in tomorrow I fail today.

I can't understand
if that's the truth.

What's the use of winning,
if T lose in the end?

It's useless to fight,
I can't stop it.

What I began today,
will not be eternal.

I thought that love had no measure.

either you stop loving
or find someone new.

And I forgot about that love
that I once thought would never end

and yet it did.

Everything shows me that in the end,
I finish every day, I begin every day,

believing in tomorrow I fail today.

How much truth there is

in living

just

for the moment...

Yes! The present.

The present and nothing more.

Everything shows me that in the end,
I finish every day, I begin every day,

believing in tomorrow I fail today.

Everything shows me that in the end,
I finish every day, I begin every day,

believing in tomorrow I fail today.

Everything shows me that in the end,
I finish every day, I begin every day,

believing in tomorrow I fail today.

Everything shows me that in the end,
I finish every day, I begin every day,

believing in tomorrow I fail today.

Jesus, life's strange!

I had to come here to find a brother.

Wait eleven months
and we can leave together.

Not another day.
Ten years exactly.

You never said why you're here,

Because of a mistake.

-You did ten years because
of a mistake? -No.

If T had only killed
the bastard I was after..

I couldn't have stuck
one day of the sentence.

But I made a mistake.

Ten years is fair.
It's what I deserved.

I was a one-man army because
I believed in justice.

Because I believed
the bastards were numbered.

I believed there were five. .

fifty of five hundred in all.

I believed that if I got rid of them...

the world could change.

And so it would be worthwhile.

Come here.
I've a farewell present for you.

If at any time, you're ever feeling
bad and you need help...

draw a mandala like this one.

And there... in the center of the star,
put your hand.

Press hard... warm it..

...and call.

The mandala never fails
between comrades.

Remember that.

Neither does music.

Enjoy your freedom.

Guard!

Comrade...

if you find this notebook first
the message is for you...

Some things were true,
others weren't.

I killed a bastard,
but I killed someone else too.

I didn't know he was there.

But that makes no difference,
it was my fault.

They gave me thirty years.
I gave myself ten.

I couldn't take anymore
What's the use?

Some things were true.

A man always knows when
he has to say no.

If you need it, remember the mandala.

I thought I'd made you up.

Come on, everybody up!
Get up, you bastards!

Why didn't we go away?

To the beach.

It's deserted in Winter.

We could be alone...

cook our meals.

We could build a fire on the sand.

We could walk by the water...

and embrace as we sleep.

Why do you love me, Mariana?

Because you're the freest man I know.

That's no good. Something else.

But it’s true.

Something else true.
Something smaller that I can believe.

Listen.

You can't blame him, Tango.

Vazquez couldn't launch you
after all the scandal.

-Better stick to composing.
-With time, people forget.

-Lots of people have a past.
-Why didn't you say that before?

What could I say?
You had enough problems there.

And Vazquez hadn't invested too much...

Why's he here? Can't we talk alone?

“He”

...Is a partner, 50/50

Really?

And “He”
wanted to do you a favor...

…and did it.

You do me a favor?
No thanks.

You've loads of money?

I've loads of things you haven't got.

So long, Ruso,
until you're 100% yourself.

Wait, Tango, listen.

I'Il have money for you soon.

Couldn't you leave him alone?!

He's just out. He needs friends.

I don't know why the hell it is...

but he always makes me feel
like a bastard.

Cutl!

That’s fine, you lot,
but try to smile more.

Hey, cut the snow!
Can’t you see we've cut?

Andres, don't you think
there's too much show?

We 'l do another take.

He's a friend of mine.

Hey, whiskers.

You! Whiskers.

This guy says he's a friend of yours.

I may have fallen
in a trap making commercials.

Maybe I like earning a lot with
no risks and I won't do anything else.

And the edge of life?

Did you finish your script?

I don’t think it's very good.
It's too crazy.

I like crazy films.

So do 1.

Know what this is, Tango?

The past.

What are you doing?

I saw it in a film.

Do you remember when...

..when you first told me about Mariana?

You said...
“If I make her fall in love with me...

if... if I can drive her crazy...

-I'll be immortal.”
-That's it. And that’s what you'Il be.

Fernando.

Silvia.

Doc.

Tati.

Negra.

Ruso.

A
Shall we drink to Willy?

Why not? Fuck it!

Poor Willy!

He and Ruso did you a favor.
The money...

-will come in handy.
-What favor?

The money that’s
in the Copyright Fund.

What’s for?

Nobody told you?

“Love is stronger”
Nobody told you?

-No. What about “Love is stronger”?
-They've recorded it.

They recorded my song?

Yes, no, well...
It's not quite the same.

-It's in English.
-t's not that.

-Has it been released?
-Just listen to me...

Why didn't they tell me?

Nobody told me a thing!

Listen, with this song just think
about the money.

Don't you understand? Don't you?

I was in prison.
But they can't imprison my songs!

They can't!

Do you have a record called...

“Love is stronger”

I think so. You want to buy it?

-Yeah, how much is it?
-Sixty seven.

You want it?

Haven't got enough.
Would you play it?

Well, all right.

-Do people like it?
-Yeah, it's pretty popular.

"They can steal my heart..”

leave me alone and insane..

You can take my love with you..
tomorrow

What's she singing?

What's she singing?!

What's she singing?!

Those aren't the words.
What the fuck is this?

That's how it came.
We didn't do anything to it.

Who recorded this shit?

Those aren't the words, bastards!

but love is stronger

love is stronger

How could I pretend I"'m at war,
you're in peace

and those dreams remain alive,
my love.”

You could swear it's not true
once you promised me your love

you can swear by my love, tomorrow

But my love is stronger

Marianal!l

Tango!

I heard you in the Cave.

I like your songs.

Be careful. Your record looks bad.
You could go to an asylum.

Me? I'm not mad.

You don't have to be mad. They also
send people who won't fit in.

Careful with the judge.

-Good morning, sir.
-Good morning, Yeti.

Ah, the defendant is here already.

Good morning, Mr. Cruz.

Good morning.

I'm not mad.

What did you said?

That file is full of lies.

My record is all made up.

Made up?

You know,
when they want to frame you...

Tell me something.

I'm not mad.

You already said that.

Do you believe me?

I can’t breathe in here.

You feel bad?

Of course.

Why?

There are too many papers
and not much fresh air.

This isn't a park.

No, this isn't a park.

Have you been a judge for long?

Very long.

Do you still believe in Justice?

And having examined the case label
Jose Alberto Cruz...

for possible insanity...

in accordance with the request for
certification of insanity...

made by inspector Ponce on the basis
of statements...

and considering, firstly...

that the accused was found destroying
property...

which supports Inspector Ponce 's
report as duly given above...

Secondly...

that said situation confirms that
patient's state in accordance with

the definition of insanity in Art.
141 of the Civil Code.

Thirdly...

that, nevertheless
according to the medical report...

the cited Jose Alberto Cruz
shows no sign of insanity...

but is described as being emotional
and highly sensitive.

The request for certification is
therefore rejected...

...in accordance with
the medical reports.

Fourthly...
as the defendant's personal situation...

characteristics and habits. ..

and his refusal to accept the norms
of social behavior…

as proven by his appearance here...

classify him within Art. 152
of the Procedural Code.

Therefore, the accused
will be sent temporarily...

to a public mental asylum for a period
to be determined by the doctors.

His goods will be inhibited
and recorded in the Property Register.

This is my judgement,
based on Arts. 144-1..

...and 152 of the Civil Code and 629,
633 and 637 of the Procedural Code.

All parties will be informed.

This judgement is to be registered
and duly filed.

I go to see him.

Always.

I sit in front of him...

and I talk and talk and talk to him...

and nothing.

It’s like...

he was dead.

They must be experimenting on him.

They always do,
with people who have nobody.

He's got us.

Us? Did you go to see him?

I'm afraid of lunatic asylums.

So, why did you call us, then?

-I thought we could do something
-Such as what?

I don't know. A petition in the press.

In the press? For somebody unknown?

If he was famous. .

But nobody knows him.
Who cares about Tango?

What the fuck are
you laughing at, bastard?

He'sright.
It's lousy, but he's right.

So tell me.
What the fuck did you do for Tango?

Or you?

Or you?

I made money for him.

If he was mad and refused it,
it's not my fault.

What the fuck did you do?

1°'m the bastard?

Why the fuck do you think
you're better than me?

What the fuck did you do?

I've brought your guitar.

They say you don't want it...

but they don't know you.

Now that they let me,
I'll come everyday...

until you start to want to go out...

to want to sing...

and to want to hold me.

I need you to hold me.

I'm not going to leave you.

Ever.

I'm going to come every day.

And if you don't come out...

I'll come in.

I…

love...

you...

So…

On 5-19-1972 Tango was killed by a train.
Circumstances are not clear to this day.

It’s a good idea. I like it.

I'll say something to me
for when I'm old.

Film me, but show it to me
in ten years.

-You won't be old in ten years.
-That's right!

In twenty then.

Generally, I like old people...

…the ones who remember.

And in case you re
the kind who forgets...

...I want to remind you of a few things.

Not everything can be bought.

Not everything can be sold.

I know countless things that
are more important than security.

I can dream dreams...

I like colored candy.