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A FILM BY
DANIEL HENDLER

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY
NATALIA ZITO

THIS FICTION IS BASED ON REAL EVENTS.

They are late.

ANY RESEMBLANCE
TO REAL PERSONS IS COINCIDENTAL.

Almost ten minutes late.

Assholes.

- I'll get going.
- Calm down.

I am calm, Olga.

I'm just saying we better wait here.

There they are.

Got it, thanks.

Good evening.

- Hi, Daniel.
- How are you doing?

- Hello, how are you?
- I'm Myriam. I'm her daughter.

I'm her other daughter, Olga.

- How will the operation be?
- The operation?

Yes, the procedure.
I don't know how to call it.

Does she know what's going to happen?

She knows you're coming to see her.

She doesn't know where she's going.

She knows they'll run some tests on her.

Rather late, isn't it?

Listen.

I don't want her to have a hard time.

- I don't want to have a hard time, either.
- Let them speak, Miri.

Look, ma'am, if the patient resists,
if she gets aggressive,

sometimes we must take action.

What kind of action?

Sedation, for example.

Best not to make that decision
in her presence.

Correct.

A code is usually adopted.

A sign.

To inform us
when you are willing to activate sedation.

A hand clap?

It should be something
that doesn't alert the patient.

A gesture. A keyword.

"Coat."

"Coat"?

We could say "Put on your coat."

It's better to choose something concise.

"It's for your own sake."

The keyword. "It's for your own sake."

- "It's for your own sake"?
- It could be confusing.

You suggest one, then.

We'll stick to that.

- Sure?
- Yes.

Okay.

Yeah.

We need you to sign... here.

Delia.

- What's new?
- I'm fine...

With my mother...

What can I say? She's hanging in there.

Is she awake?

She's always awake at this time.

Will you let us in?

Well...

Will you go?

Go.

I'll go with you.

- Did you prepare the bag, as I asked?
- I'll get it for you.

I'll wait outside.

I'm ready.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Well... shall we?

I already pressed.

And this one?

- Why all this fuzz?
- There it is.

We won't fit.

- We will, Mom.
- No, it's up to 600 pounds.

You must weigh 180.

- Around that.
- And you?

Mom...

We have about 450 pounds already...

You take the stairs.

Right.

- Ma'am?
- Take the stairs.

- Where are you taking me?
- You know, Mom. Medical exams.

- This late?
- It's for your own sake.

- Is everything okay?
- Yes!

- How are we doing?
- It's nothing...

Are those my earrings?

Yes. You gave them to me
a long time ago, Mom.

When you were little,
if you lied or misbehaved,

I would pull your ears.

Please! "It's for your own sake!"

- "For your own sake!"
- What are you saying, you idiot?

What are you saying? What are you saying?

- "It's for your own sake!"
- Shut up!

Let go off me, Mom! Let go!

Tell me the truth!

- It hurts!
- Tell me the truth!

- Calm, now.
- And this one?

What...?

That's it, slowly now.
Come here. Sit down.

I wasn't expecting this.

It's so you calm down.

- What is it, darling?
- Calm, now.

It's for your own sake.

Let's go, it's done. It's okay.

Daniel, what did you tell them?

Nothing, ma'am.

Tell Delia that... the steaks...

go in the freezer!

We're here. This way...

A bit more...

Slowly...

Slowly.

That's it.

What is this? Where are we?

You can rest here.

I'm not spending a single night here.

27 NIGHTS

Good morning.

- Casares.
- Hello.

This is the new assistant.

Mr. Casares is the medical expert.
He must act ex-officio in case... Hoffman.

Hoffman, that's right.

- Leandro Casares.
- Alejandra Conde.

Well, introductions made.
What should you do with the expert?

Coffee, with sugar?

- Yes.
- No. I can do it.

- Want one?
- No, thanks.

- What do you do, Alejandra?
- "I take..."

I take his oath.

The acceptance of the appointment.
And then?

I hand him the file,
insofar as the expert requires it.

- Perfect.
- Perfect.

Yes, in fact, I'd rather first...
Well, first, have a coffee.

And then have a more personal approach
to the case at hand,

and only then check against the file.

Counselor Bologna. Casares came
to take his oath for the Hoffman case.

That's why I'm here. How are you?

- Do you have a minute?
- Sure.

Judge Bologna is...

Don't drag it out.

Your expenses are covered for a week.
If delayed, it's on you.

Well, that's new.

- Yes. I need the report in a week.
- That's difficult.

It's a typical case of insanity.

Two weeks, tops.

Is she crazy or not? Straightforward.

- She either has a screw loose or not.
- Right.

Look.

I want to assign
more cases to you, but, lately...

Yes, I noticed that lately,
the raffles do not favor me much.

Right?

It's that... you take your time.

An 83-year-old woman,
diagnosed with frontotemporal dementia.

Well, her daughters claim
that this woman was a partygoer.

She had many lovers of dubious intentions,
so on and so forth.

She was squandering the family fortune
in quite murky investments.

Until she was admitted.

After 27 days,
she manages to leave the clinic.

And her house becomes a nightclub again.

Her daughters, worried about their mother,
ask for her return to the clinic.

I think it makes sense.

- Well, we're venturing into...
- Into what?

Well. I prefer to have my own...

Oh, yes, your questionnaire, all that.

She's 83 years old.

The clock is ticking.

Excuse me.
I am the court expert to see Mrs--

Mrs. Martha. Top floor.

Thanks.

- Come in.
- Thanks.

Hello.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Grab that one.

I'm sorry. She can't see you today.
She's not prepared.

- Oh, I can wait.
- Not today.

Be patient with her.

She was locked in for many nights.

It will take her some time to recover.

- You're a lawyer, right?
- No.

- Well, but you came to interrogate her.
- No, I'm here to interview her.

I'm the court expert.

- We're done.
- Okay.

And whose side are you on?

No, I'm not a party-appointed expert.
I was sent by the court.

- I'm impartial.
- You are impartial. Does that even exist?

I try.

Bernardo Girves.

Leandro Casares.

I'll walk you out, sir.

Do you know who Martha Hoffman is?

No, I told you. I'm not a journalist,
nor a detective. I'm an expert.

I met Martha when she widowed.

She came to the gallery where I worked.

I offered her some landscapes, you know,
paintings for the general public.

She looked at me over her glasses
and said, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

She lived in Paris in the '50s.

In an apartment smaller than this hall.

She'd go to André Gide's ex's to get food.

Martha used to dance from dusk till dawn.

She went to an audition once.

She and 300 other girls.

Only two were preselected.
Martha and some German girl.

It took them a week
to choose between them.

But Germans always win.

And this was no exception.

- Do you know who that German girl was?
- No.

Pina Bausch.

Pina Bausch.
Don't you know who Pina Bausch is?

- I don't think so.
- Hold this.

This wonderful dancer.

Usually, this story is shocking.

But not in this case, apparently.

Martha was broke, and she was great.

She certainly knew about art.

- Careful.
- She was always great.

Wish I had half the energy
the old woman has.

It's unreal.

Then she married Hoffman,
and they build an empire.

But deep down,
Martha was still that dancer.

Then she widowed.

And she was reborn,
reincarnated in that Bohemian woman.

- But now she's loaded.
- That's why they locked her in.

They envy the old woman's freedom.

What's your opinion?

Well, I don't have an opinion.

- Look who's here.
- I'm sure you must have an opinion.

It was like that...

No. Not for the time being.

You get going. We'll get the car.

See you outside.

Wait.

I'm sorry. Even if my mother
gave it to you, it's mine.

Please, Daniel, take this upstairs.

Yes. I am Leandro Casares.

I was sent by the court
for Martha Hoffman's case,

who is probably your... mother.

- I apologize. You're the expert--
- You did it on purpose, Myriam.

That's foul play.

Do you think I have nothing to do, Mom?

You send people over to my place
at times when you know I'm not up.

The court sent him.

I don't know when you're up. It's 11:00.

- Excuse me, I--
- Is he the young man they appointed?

Yes. I'm Leandro Casares.

Come close to the screen.

- Okay.
- What do you think, Delia?

- He looks like a priest.
- Yes.

Come back Monday, please.

Sure.

Like a sexy priest.

Casares, is it?

- Do you have a minute?
- Sure.

Since she left the clinic, her friends
are back all over her like flies.

- Yes, I met one of them.
- Girves, he's a bad person.

He's been after my mother for ten years.

I bet he told you
that delusional Pina Bausch story.

- He did.
- Yes, he did.

Pina Bausch
did not live in Paris in the '50s.

Look it up, it's all on the Internet.

Yes, but I insist, that's not what I do.

This is a Patek Philippe from 1937.

Do you know what this is?

No.

The delivery boy from the store
next to my mother's had it.

She gave it to him.

Eat.

Okay.

Turns out he had been in jail for fraud.

He told my mother he was a dancer
with some European company.

I gave him $500 and got it back.

The watch.

I got the watch back.

Over the last few years, my mother
lost the notion of the value of things.

Well, what can I say?

My sister and I tried everything
before admitting her.

When you say "admitting her,"
what do you mean?

That is a decision
that should be made by a professional.

Precisely.

That's what I mean.

My mother is a very intelligent woman.

It was hard for us to see she was lost.

It's very painful
to accept that deterioration.

And now she escaped the clinic.

But she needs to be cared for

and protected by people
who really care about her.

My mother was seeing someone
35 years younger than her.

They were planning to marry.

Another hustler.

They took good care of her at the clinic.
It was easier for everyone.

A Dalí is missing at my mother's.

Do you know what a Dalí is?

Yes, yes. I am familiar with Dalí.

Well, a Dalí is missing.

Valued at a considerable amount.

Could you describe for me

the most notorious changes
in your mother during recent times?

Well, it's more or less
what I just told you. Right?

Yes, yes, yes.

Also, I'm sure you've read
Dr. Narvaja's reports.

He's one of the most prestigious
neuropsychiatrists in the country.

He's the one who had her admitted.

What are you up to?

Working.

And what are you doing later?

I have to work.

Tell me.

At this time, you could relax a little.

Go out, catch a movie.

Yes, yes, sure. Some other time.
Some other time, Dad.

Any problem that I can help solve?

No, you can't help.
It's just this odd case.

You can do that tomorrow.

It's okay, Dad. Some other time.

It's just that it would be good for you
to go out from time to time.

As long as we're sharing this place,
we could take turns.

So, do you need...?

I have a date.

Okay.

- Yes. Do you want me to leave now?
- Yes.

Okay.

Here, at this hour?

Yes. I got held up doing things.

Oh, right.

I'll have a coffee, then leave.

Okay.

- Do you need anything?
- No, not at this hour.

- I came to study Martha Hoffman's file.
- I glanced over it.

Did you?

- Did you notice scans are missing?
- Scans are missing.

Yeah.

I found it odd.

Right.

Do you want to ask the neuropsychiatrist
who ordered the admission?

Actually, there's no such thing
as a neuropsychiatrist.

Doctor Narvaja is both a neurologist
and a psychiatrist at the same time.

Right.

Well, do you want to ask him
about the grounds for the admission?

Wake up, Martha. It is already 11:00.

Good morning.

I shouldn't be in here.

Narvaja prescribed these.

- Who?
- Be nice, okay?

Sure, I like pills.

Now you're going to eat something,
then you'll meet your sector friends.

What?

The new pals with whom
you'll be sharing the experience.

And later, we have the optional workshops.

I opt not to go.

Woke up feeling
a bit rebellious today, didn't we?

I need to make a call.

Do you want to talk
to one of your daughters?

My captors? No, thanks.

I understand, honey.

But Dr. Narvaja
did not authorize any other calls.

Should we get ready, Martha darling?

Why do you talk to me
like I'm a little girl?

Sorry, I didn't realize
I was talking to you like that.

The problem for them
is the cultural difference.

- Right.
- Sure...

- They have everything...
- Do you need anything?

Go back to your room, ma'am.

Martha.

Ma'am.

Hello.

Ma'am?

Ma'am.

Martha.

Ma'am.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, Mr. Julio.

Come on, Martha.

Thanks for the warm company.

My name is Archie.
They used to call me Ariel.

Here, they call me Archie.

Want to tell us something
that happened to you lately?

- The sparrow thing?
- Again?

- The sparrow thing, yes.
- Yes.

There's this sparrow that...

There's a nest by the window,

and a sparrow is born.

And then they took out the nest.

- And you didn't like that.
- No.

- No.
- Well, you can go on later.

Anyone else who wants
to introduce themselves to Martha? Isabel?

It's me.

I am 46 years old.

I turned 46 in here.

I arrived six months ago.

I'm bipolar and... I was having
anxiety attacks, but I'm better now.

Yes, Isa, much better.

But as we always say,
you're not just bipolar, right?

You are teacher, for example.

Geography teacher.
Sophomore and junior, high school.

Great.

Julio?

Want to tell us something
that happened to you lately?

Julio sometimes wants to express himself,
and sometimes he doesn't.

Julio hears voices.

What do they tell you? Tell us.

He hears voices.

Rafa, shall we sit?

Come on, Rafa, leave him alone.
He will share when he feels like it.

Okay, Martha.

Tell us a little about you.

I shouldn't be in here.

They locked me unfairly.

It's an understandable feeling.

Sometimes we feel
the world does not understand us.

The world understands me perfectly.

Or it did,
until my daughters decided to lock me up.

I understand.

No, you don't.

Well.

Want to tell us more?

Why do you think they locked you in?

They are afraid I get married, I suppose.

Great.

Well done, Martha.

Thanks for sharing,
for expressing yourself.

You'll tell us more later on, okay?

- Hello.
- Name?

Leandro Casares.

Leandro...

Casares.

Leandro Casares enters.

- Leandro Casares, come in.
- Thank you.

Take a seat. She'll be right here.

Thank you.

Are you the one going
to lock me back in that nut house?

No. I'm the expert.

I can't lock anyone.

Take off your coat.

Okay.

Do you have microphones on?

No, no, I don't.

Tell me the truth.
Don't make me ask you to strip.

No. If I wanted to record
our conversation, I'd ask.

My home has been bugged.

Is that so?

And everything we say here
can be used against me or you.

Who'd want to plant a bug here?

My daughters.

They don't let me leave my house.
I can't have any visitors.

There are those guards
camping out there in the hall.

It seems I'm very dangerous.

Well, we'll assess that. Shall we?

What side are you on?

I'm sent by the court to write
an expert report. I am impartial.

If I invited you to my room
and gave you a suitcase full of money,

would you still be impartial?

If you made that proposal,
I'd have to report you to the court.

But with that money,
you could open your own detective agency.

Are you serious?

It seems to me that you are tepid.

When you say tepid... Is it warmth you...?

I propose we get naked.

You got nervous. Don't be so literal, kid.

Let's take off our masks.

Let's start over.

Let's take 30 seconds

to breathe and relax in silence.

Well, let's see...

It hasn't been 30 seconds.

Okay, now.

More relaxed.

Well, shall we start
with the questionnaire?

I am tired of interrogations
and psychiatric questions.

Speak normally.

I know you've had
a hard time at the clinic.

How would you describe it?

And again, another question.

Well, I don't know...
What should we talk about?

You're a question machine.

You're the only visit I'm allowed,
and I can tell it's not going to be fun.

Delia.

I'm not sure it's appropriate...

Oh, you mean the micro...

Young man, pour me some tea, will you?

No, no. From the glass pot, the other one.

And pour yourself a tea, too.

"In your situation,
would you rather disappear? Be dead?"

You can't read the questions beforehand.

I prefer to be alive.

Okay.

And you?

Me too, yes. I prefer to be
in this situation... like, alive.

And what do you do to be alive?

Sorry? No. I'm not following you.

What other things do you do in life
apart from acting as an expert?

Oh, well. I have hobbies. I play sports.

You don't play sports.

True. But I should.

Do you have any patients,
besides your expert reports?

- A few.
- Do you have a wife? Kids?

No.

- Girlfriend? Boyfriend?
- Girlfriend.

No, not at the moment, but...

- But you did before.
- Yes, yes. I did, before.

And what happened?

Well... we ended it.

She dumped you.

Yes, yes. She left me.

Does it still hurt?

Sometimes.

Unbutton that top button.
You look like a priest.

Alright.

- Like that?
- Yeah.

When was the last time
you had sexual intercourse?

No, I'm not going to answer that.
Let's go on with the questions.

I bet that, at my age,
I've had sex more recently than you.

It is likely.

Some of the symptoms are
sexual disinhibition,

inappropriate social behavior,
loss of empathy, lack of judgment,

compulsive behaviors,

laughing... or crying unpredictably.

Right now,
you might be diagnosing yourselves.

Thinking to yourselves,
"But, Narvaja, I have those symptoms."

Don't worry.

It's very hard to identify
a pathology for such behaviors,

which, to a certain extent,
are very familiar, right?

I recognized those symptoms in my father.

And so, I studied
frontotemporal dementia here,

in this university.

Then I specialized in neuropsychiatry
and did my PhD at Milton Wynants,

trying to make my humble contribution
through my studies,

to elucidate this topic worldwide.

I'd like to ask for a round of applause
for my mentor, the great Héctor Seregni.

Thank you.

Thank you, guys.

Thank you.

Fede, hit the lights, please.

This pen means a lot to me.

I used it every day at Wynants.

With it, I took my first notes on Pick's,
frontotemporal dementia.

It's now a present for you,
you crazy old man.

Thanks.

She must return to the clinic.

It's the best clinic in Argentina
to treat her condition.

Yes. Anyway, I wonder why Martha Hoffman
was cut off during hospitalization.

I appreciate your interest
beyond the official report.

We had to isolate her.

Her entourage was taking advantage of her,
of her vulnerability.

You will notice Mrs. Hoffman's tendency
to part with her valuables.

Her valuables?

Her money, basically.

Prodigality is one of the main symptoms
of frontotemporal dementia.

So if Martha Hoffman
weren't a wealthy person,

it wouldn't have been necessary
to institutionalize her?

It would have been less urgent.

It probably wouldn't have been necessary.

I was called by a desperate family.

Her daughters were afraid
of losing touch with their mother.

Her behaviors exposed her to real dangers.
You must have noticed, right?

Her institutionalization
was a precautionary and urgent measure

to contain a situation
that was out of control.

It gave us time
to continue deepening our studies.

Now she's back home

and as long as the report isn't concluded,
without a ruling,

without therapy or treatment,
time can be against us.

Allow me.

The CT scans backing her diagnosis
were not attached to the file.

- They weren't?
- No.

That's strange.

It will be hard to find them now,
as I am changing offices.

But maybe in a few weeks.

The case should be closed in a few weeks.

And time can be against us.

I'll see what I can do.

Leandro Casares. I was here the other day.

"Leandro Casares."

- The expert.
- Casares.

Excuse me.

Have you heard someone speaking
without anyone being there?

Well, sometimes I think
I hear my husband, Ernesto, snoring.

But I understand perfectly
that he is not there.

How much is a bag of tomatoes?

Well, that question is unfair.
I haven't done the shopping in a while.

Don't worry.

Delia knows.

- Yes, that's fine.
- Okay.

Look, if you asked me
about the price of books,

or what movies I saw lately,
I can tell you everything.

I remember the plot and everything.

Don't worry.

You think you can classify people
through questions and answers.

When you say "you", who do you mean?

Lawyers, experts, psychiatrists.

Right.

But I know you can see
beyond that notebook.

- Try.
- Well, we have our own methods.

I imagine you on a first date,

taking out your notebook
with the questionnaire.

No, no. In that case I wouldn't...

Tell me, if you want to kiss someone
for the first time, what do you do?

Do you interrogate her
to see if you can kiss her?

No, not in that case, no.

In that case, well, yes.

You could get slapped on the face.

Well...

You can't dance, can you?

No, no. I can't dance, no.
I have no opportunity to, either.

- I could...
- And I'm not...

I'm not really interested in having
the opportunity, that's what I mean.

I could teach you.

On a future occasion.

In the future, I'll be dead.

Well.

I'll keep going.

I'll tell you three words.

I want you to repeat them
as soon as I finish saying them

to make sure
that you heard them right, okay?

Bottle, hammer, stick.

Those are three phallic elements.

While you write
that very interesting fact down,

I'll do a little exercise.

I get the feeling that you...

You're trying to delay
this evaluation a bit.

Am I right?

Yes.

Yes, you may be right.

Maybe I like this,
lingering in this moment,

even if it's with you.

To be locked in my house,

in my own house, instead of a nuthouse.

I have stuff to do, you know?
I have projects.

You are an arts collector, aren't you?

So it seems.

Has it ever happened to you...
that a piece of yours got lost?

They told you about the Dalí, didn't they?

Let's see.
Tell me what happened with that piece.

Maybe some of your friends took it.

- No, my friends wouldn't steal it from me.
- I'm not saying they stole it.

They may have simply helped you
take it out of your house and sell it

without your daughters knowing,
since they control your money.

Well, that's not a bad idea, but...

But no.

Unfortunately,
I don't know where that piece is.

Right. Does it ever happen
that you can't control your behavior,

or that you do something
without thinking and then regret it?

Could you please ring the bell?

Yes.

Sometimes I do things I don't remember,
but I don't regret them.

I try my best.

She shouldn't take
that medication with alcohol.

Yes, I understand about the microphones,
but I'm going to give you water, okay?

Hello.

- No visitors?
- No.

Are you sure?

Excuse me?

I heard your story.

I was also unfairly locked in.

Do tell.

Here, you will never know
if they visit you or not.

They don't tell you everything.

I don't understand.

- You know, the nurses?
- Yes.

They're watching me,
because they know that I...

- Let's go, Pablo.
- Yes, I'm going.

Because I have information
that can get them in trouble.

What kind of information?

I'm constantly under surveillance.

Who?

That's the thing.

They're agents.

Intelligence agents.

What are you doing here?

Just chatting.

Sure, but go to your rooms.
This is a transit area.

Vane, it's late. That's enough.

Your roommates need to rest.

Enough.

Come on, please come down.

- Are you a dancer?
- Vane.

Maybe.

- Vane...
- Let her.

Stay out of it, Martha.

Vane...

Aren't you always hammering
about us expressing ourselves? Let her.

Each to their own business, okay?

Vane, please.

That's enough, Vane.

Half an hour? How...?

- At six...
- Hello.

- Excuse me.
- Hello. How are you doing?

I'm Martha, your son's comrade...

- A patient, a colleague I don't...
- Don't worry.

Her name is Martha.

Yes, I know.

Her name is Martha Hoffman.

I need help. Can I tell you my case?

It is not the best time, because...

Now I only have
a brief moment to talk to my son...

- But another time, sure...
- Martha.

Don't bother them, please.

- Some other day maybe...
- Thanks.

Martha put on some makeup.

She's coming this way.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I'm Martha.

Yes, my dad told me about you.

He doesn't speak to me.

He has his ways.

Look, I want to ask you for a favor.

I need you to go to a cultural center.

The one in the old oil mill,
behind the bridges.

My friends are there.

Tell them I've been cut off.

Come on, Martha.

Let's go that way. That's it.

Let's go.

- I'm Martha Hoffman.
- Enough, Martha.

That's it, come with me.

Martha.

Vane, let's end the dancing.

Martha, do you need anything?

Call me if you do.

Casares.

I already called, Casares.

Don't mix everything up!

- Excuse me.
- Oh, Casares.

I'm not sure it's a good time.

Is that Casares?

- Let him in.
- Excuse me.

They want to make me sign this rubbish.

Look, read. Read.

Read and tell me what you think.

Is it a good time to use the restroom?

I can wait.

From this proposal,
it would seem that I'm not so crazy.

I can go out in exchange
for not using my money anymore.

It's not like that, Mom.
We are talking about squandering.

And who establishes what is squandering?

Well, anyone would say that investing
such a large amount in a cultural project,

which is a scam,
well, that is squandering.

What scam?

The building has been seized!

There's a government lawsuit
for those lands.

Ma'am, one of the men outside
is asking if he can come in...

Now is not the time.

- Yes. Excuse me. I'd better leave--
- Stay, Casares.

Don't go, Casares.
There is no way to make her understand.

You can't make me understand a thing, kid.

True.

Your friends do make you
understand things.

They have good taste like you.

So, they understand.

That's why I sent my daughter
to study in Paris,

at the school her grandmother recommended.

Not to the one I prefer
because I don't have good taste.

- I didn't say that.
- Yes, you did say it.

Maybe.

You don't have great taste.

Well, this daughter with a lousy taste,
has dealt with your finances for years,

making sure your tarot reader,
your lawyers, and your whole staff

are paid in a timely fashion,
while you give the Dalí to your friends!

She needs her doctor friends
to certify I'm crazy.

To justify and to cover up
what you cannot admit.

You know what that is?

I won't go there.

That your life is shit.

That your husband is a piece of shit,

that your job is shit,
and that your friends are shit.

And I'm not a good mirror for that,

because I'm surrounded
by beautiful things.

I'm sorry.

It's my father.

Fortunately, my granddaughter
turned out better than you.

So your mother and your daughter
are better than you, and you know it.

You know what that's called?

That's called "bad luck."

The law will prove you are sick.

Or that you are a motherfucking cunt.

Take that. That's it.

Take this with you!

Take it!

Enough, Martha. That's enough.

You'd better just stop.

- Do you need anything?
- No, no.

I wanted to check in on you.

Are you okay?

Yes, thank you.

Bottle. Hammer. Stick.

What's that?

Bottle. Hammer. Stick.

Was it in that order?

Yes, yes, don't...
Don't worry about the questionnaire now.

I'll come back another time.
Do you need anything?

Would you shut the door, please?

Oh, you're here.

You seemed so focused, sir,
I didn't want to bother you.

You can call me by my first name!

And at this time, you could go home.

- I brought you some coffee.
- Thank you.

It happens that power is out at home,
so I'd rather stay here a while longer.

So, are you staying here at night?

Well, no...

Sometimes I stay, yes.

A little longer.

I'd take you in at home...
But today, my father has...

Oh, no, no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

No, no, no.
I was just saying, just in case.

Oh, no, no. Thank you.

And what do you do
when you stay here at night?

I review files, cases... or nothing.

- Do you sleep here?
- No.

Sometimes.

But if you need to stay...

No, no, not at all. I'm fine.

- I mean, because of your father.
- No, we take turns with my father...

If I'm out for a while, that's it...

Sorry if I'm being blunt, sir,
but you should submit that report already.

- You can call me by my first name.
- Okay.

I mean, it's been over a week.

Yeah. No, sure. You're right.

It's true. Thanks.

I've been looking at Narvaja's file.

There's nothing about Rothman in it.

Rothman?

Rothman was Martha's psychiatrist
for the past years.

And I don't know why
she wasn't the one to sign the diagnosis.

So, the second signature, whose was it?

Another psychiatrist's. Gloria Fusco.

If she wants to question us,
we don't say a thing.

Sure.

You stay quiet for a few seconds.

Don't look nervous.

I won't say anything.

We shouldn't make her feel pressured.
Let's not scare her.

Yes, yes. Sure.

Well, let's stop here.

Come.

- Thanks for seeing us, Doctor Fusco.
- I told you today wasn't the best day.

- I know. It's a bit urgent.
- Tell me.

It's about a certificate you signed,
which is included in a file.

- Right?
- Yes.

Well, I think we could...

I'm sorry.
Martha Hoffman started a lawsuit

against her daughters and Dr. Narvaja,
so sooner or later,

your signature on her diagnosis
will be looked into.

I have nothing against Mrs. Hoffman.
I don't even know her.

So you signed a diagnosis
without meeting the patient personally?

- I don't know how these things work.
- I'll explain.

Dr. Narvaja submitted some studies,
and I concurred with his diagnosis.

Nothing illegal.

Sure, I imagine.
We have nothing against you.

We just need
to understand the facts better

because the studies submitted
were incomplete.

This case was a particular one.

Narvaja came to my place one afternoon
and said he needed a certificate.

That he had scans
supporting his diagnosis.

The scans missing in the file.

But I saw them.

He told me it was a delicate case.

He needed a second signature
to back his diagnosis.

So?

So I signed.

You just signed.

Did he offer anything?
I mean, something in return?

Are you a court expert or a detective?

Maybe you felt pressured
because you worked for him?

No, no. I was his right hand.

Was?

Well, he started his own project.
The new foundation.

Which you are not part of.

I'm not.

Maybe you know too much about his tricks

and you don't want to continue
being an accomplice?

What tricks?

For instance, where does the money
for the new foundation come from?

I think you are fantasizing.

I'm sorry...

That pen,
is it from the university Narvaja went to?

Oh, yes.

He gave it to me.

Look.

There was nothing irregular
in the procedure.

Nor do I think Narvaja is hiding anything.

But tell me what you need
and I'll see if I can help.

We would need to access the lost scans.

- Right?
- Yes.

I tried to hold his hand,
because it was colder than usual.

I was afraid he would die right there.

The doctors weren't very clear.

They didn't tell us much.

My daughters got angry at me.

They said I was hiding information.

Myriam said I kept things from them.

And you?

What did you feel?

I wanted to send them to hell.

- Both of them?
- Yes.

Myriam, more so...

Your elder, right?

Olga too, because she always hides
behind her sister.

And then?

Then, I told them to leave the room.

That they were upsetting their father,
fighting with me like that.

And they had no choice but to leave.

But I saw when...

When Myriam came out of the room...

When Myriam left the room, she hesitated...

whether to say goodbye to her father,
in case she didn't see him again.

And I told her to leave, again.

So?

They never...

They never saw him again.

So...

Martha, you have a visitor.

- A suitor?
- Your daughter.

Olga.

- Shall I come with you?
- No.

- I suggest you don't get into a fight.
- Let her do what she wants.

Stay out of it, Vane.

Wait.

Come on, guys, get out of here.

- Romi, that's enough...
- Yes.

- Thanks for the help.
- It's just unbelievable.

Sure, I understand. But that's it.

Pablo, let's go.

Mom.

What is it?

We tidied up the house, with Delia.

I brought you some clothes
and some cosmetics--

Don't set foot in my house.

- Would you rather not have me visiting?
- Give me the cosmetics.

I left them with the nurses.

They won't let us...

They have their protocols here.

We'll talk when I'm out.

I wanted to know how you were doing.

Are they treating you well?

You will regret this.

Myriam doesn't know regret.

But you...

Well.

Maybe I shouldn't have come.

Why's that?

Did you have much to do?

Let me know if you need anything.

Martha.

How are you?

Fine.

I went to that place you said,
and met your friend, Girves.

He sends this.

- I don't have my glasses.
- Do you want me to read?

Wait. I need mine, too.

I'll read.

Oh, alright.

"Dear friend,

what a joy to learn you still exist."

"I came to think that you had been
part of a dream of mine."

"And that I had to come to terms
with a sad wakefulness."

"Thanks to the lady who gave you this,

I learned your whereabouts
and tried to visit."

"But they didn't let me in."

"What a shame
that such good-looking people,

in such sexy uniforms, are so strict."

"Even Vera
posed as a lunatic to infiltrate,

but was unsuccessful."

"Apparently, the real crazy
are not believed to be so."

Martha!

- Does it go on?
- What are you doing there?

"We'll find a way
to get you out of there."

"And we will again
swim in a sea of dicks."

"Yours, Girves."

Shall we go?

Let's go.

Fist. Palm. Side. Fist. Palm. Side.

Fist. Palm. Side. Fist...

Fist. Palm. Side. Fist...

It's okay.

It's okay.

Tell me, once and for all,
if I'm crazy or not.

This last sequence wasn't so bad.

You remembered the page.

Hand on the head, the three steps...

Well, it should have been the left hand,
but that isn't serious.

So, what do I have?

Well, basically, you have lived 83 years.

I could also get confused
between the left and the right.

Let's not talk about politics.

That's right.

I don't think that would be convenient.

You're a leftist, am I right?

Well, I don't know.
Let's say I'm apolitical.

Impartial, apolitical, asexual.

Delia.

Sorry, I'm afraid those pills
can be confusing and weakening you.

They're prescribed
for people with dementia.

Right now, nobody is treating you.

But they help me sleep.

- What if I stopped?
- Who knows.

I understand, but it's not advisable
to take them without supervision.

Thank you.

Give me that.

Alright.

If I couldn't have whiskey
because of the pill...

now I can have whiskey.

You are the only visit
I'm allowed to have, you know?

Yes, I'm aware.

And I find you
quite prude and formal, but...

it is what it is.

Casares, come here.

Come on, now!

No, I told you I don't know how to move.

Stillness is a form of movement,
as Pina Bausch said.

- You know who she was?
- Yes, I did hear about her.

Well, then.

Come here.

I'm sorry about the scene
you witnessed yesterday.

All mothers are monsters.

My mother was one,
I am one, and Myriam is one.

And Olga, if she were a mother,
she'd also be one.

Give me some shoulder.

Just a little.

Don't think about dancing.

Think of something you like,
or someone you like.

There! There's someone.

A woman?

Yes, maybe.

I'm going to rip that button, Casares.
Unbutton it.

You have to act, you have to leap forward.

Otherwise, it will be too late.

Come here, I'll help you loosen up.

- Here, on the ball.
No, no.

- Yes...
- There's no need.

Get on it, go on.

No fear.

Ma'am!

- Excuse me.
- What do you want, sir?

To use the restroom...

- Yes, it's over there.
- Thanks.

Casares.

- You want to use the restroom, too?
- No, I was just with my partner.

Aren't you hungry? Come to the kitchen,
I'll fix you something.

Okay.

Come, Casares. Get your coat.

- Where are you going?
- Come!

If you're going out,
you need to let them know, don't you?

I did, don't worry.

You were drinking.

Just a sip, that's all.

When was the last time you drove?

I don't know.

Do you prefer to drive?

Martha, have you thought about
negotiating with your daughters?

No.

Hello.

Martha!

The queen of the brothel!

Martha!

Martha is here.

Martha has arrived!

Martha is here!

She is so sexy!

Casares, don't you get lost!

STAY STRONG, BROTHERS

Hello.

- Hello.
- Hello!

What's the piece about?

What is it about for you?

That...

No, I don't know.

This one... looks subrealist, right?

Could be.

Could be...

Dalí?

I mean, it could be a Dalí.

Could be...

You got me there.

Excuse me.

Martha!

I'm sorry.

Article eight says, "The admitted person..."

- You are the... the...
- What are you up to?

- You are Martha's friend...
- Martha?

Yes, I lost her.

- Do you know where...
- Do you want to join us?

- Come on!
- No, I'm fine.

I'm fine being still. Thank you.

Well, stillness is a form of movement.

- Yes, Pina Bausch said that, right?
- No, no. Isadora Duncan did, right?

- No, I'm fine!
- No, come on, hey!

No. Give me that.

Give it to me.

Be careful!

Careful, he's the expert!

Use your hands.

Yeah, well done.

Loosen up.

Thank you.

- Want some?
- Thank you.

What's with those hips?

You need to grease those shafts.

Take this. It will be good for you.

What is it?

A love drug, very nice, very smooth.

Yes, but, what is it?

A love drug.

Well, if I'm going to take it,
I prefer you tell me what it is.

Thank you.

- Don't take it if you don't want to.
- No, it's okay. I'll take one.

Thanks.

No, I'm saying precisely the opposite.

What I am saying is to reduce the matter
to whether Martha is crazy or not,

is to degrade her existence to a diagnosis
that might be corrupted by your morality.

Maybe what you're trying to do

is to lock her up
because she's old and a bit of a slut.

No, I don't want to lock her up.

Well, what's the problem?
Can't someone be old and a little slutty?

- No, of course not.
- One can't?

- No! Yes, one can. Yes.
- It's allowed.

- The opposite idea.
- I understand, yes.

If you turned it upside down,
that's what you'd get.

- Yes, yes.
- Yeah.

And in what capacity are you here today?

Sorry?

He's asking why you're here.

If you came as a companion,
investigator or expert?

No, I didn't come as an investigator.

But now that you mention it...

Do you know a Dalí is missing
from Martha's house?

I mention this
because maybe you know something.

Because you spent
a lot of time there, right?

Look, if I had to steal anything
from Martha's house,

I wouldn't steal the Dalí, darling.

Right!

- I'd steal a Foglino.
- I'd steal the Verges Rilla collection.

But of course,
a Dalí does not thrill me at all.

Martha is not a poor little old woman.

Rich people are made for that anyway.

- What do you mean?
- Rich people, I mean.

I mean the trickle-down effect...

When money piles up, it's like water.

There's a certain amount
of water on Earth, which circulates.

It evaporates, it condenses.

When money piles up,
that capital is taken out of circulation.

It's like water that stagnates, rots.

How nice.

Have a seat.

When a lot of money is invested in art,
that money evaporates, okay?

But it creates dark clouds
that bring rain, which fall to the rivers,

which overflow into other rivers and seas,

which create more condensation and steam.

And that's it, it's a cycle.

Money trickled down into arts,
is a drizzle of justice, just barely.

And at the end of that cycle,
all that money returns to the same few.

- And it's great that Martha is among them.
- It's great.

Because she does create
a virtuous cycle with that money.

Art creates dark clouds, you see?

If they do not fix these roofs
as soon as possible,

the rain caused by those dark clouds

threaten the works of art.

Art, my love.

Art.

- And what would be the role of the State?
- To regulate that cycle and those rivers.

As a hydro dam.

- Even if Martha isn't aware.
- What?

No, even if Martha
isn't aware... of all this.

Martha is aware of everything.

- That's why she's here with us.
- Are you sweating a lot?

Yes, I think so.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Excuse me.

LIFE IS STRONGER THAN THIS

Casares.

- Where were you?
- Martha.

No, I was looking for you. Yes.

I took something. I think...

I don't feel very well.

I did tell you not to give him anything.

Sorry.

And it must be quite strong.

You're sweating heavily.

But quite strong... do you know its effects?

I don't take those things, Casares.

I'm over 80. Do you want me to die?

What... can I die?

I don't think so, no.

I feel I'm short of breath, or...

Come, come.

As if...

Martha!

Hi, Gaby.

- Juan!
- I...

Juan!

I should... drink some water...

Go ahead.

How are you? Again?

You, carrying this again! Put it down.

- Take this off.
- Why don't you leave this?

- Yes, but where...
- Here.

There, there.

I'll leave it there, and when you go...

No, but...

...I'll give it back.
Let's swap shirts, want to?

I'll wear yours, and you, mine.

It will look great on you.

Come with me.

This is sorted.

What's this?

Yeah?

One second.

Son!

There's a woman asking for you.

I'm Martha's youngest daughter. Hoffman.

- Can I come in?
- Yes, yes...

Hungover?

What? No...

Are you okay?

Yes, yes, yes.

Tell me.

Here is a sculpture... of great value.

- Pina Bausch?
- Sorry?

- Dalí, I meant.
- Yes.

Who had it?

I did.

It was as a precaution.

My mother was giving away some valuables,
and this is the most valuable one.

You can understand.

My sister doesn't know.

So I would like to ask you
to be discreet. She...

My sister is...

She's special.

I didn't tell her at the time,
so... no need for her to find out now.

That's beyond the scope
of my role as an expert.

It wouldn't be the only thing
beyond the scope of your role.

My mother returned home this morning.

And what makes you think that I...?

Delia called, worried.
So, I went there and got up to speed.

Pour yourself some.

- Do you want some?
- No.

What I'm asking for
is that you go to my mother's

and put this piece in its place.
No comments.

They say you are reliable.

Believe me.

It's what's best for us all.

Excuse me. We need to go elsewhere.

Tell me, where to?

Turn here. We're going to the Court.

Hey. I got the scans.

The scans. Great.

You'll tell me all about it.
You're awesome.

Excuse me.

You went shopping?

Yes.

They found the old lady wandering
about the city, totally lost, at dawn.

What a... disaster.

Are you suggesting
I had anything to do with it?

Graciela!

Graciela went out for a moment.

- Help me activate this.
- Sure.

- ...to the restroom, too?
- No, I was just with my partner.

Thank you, kid.

Come to the kitchen,
I'll fix you something.

Come, Casares. Get your coat.

- Where are you going?
- Come!

If you're going out,
you need to let them know, don't you?

I did. Don't worry.

Yes. Is that recording legal?

That's a different matter, Casares.
We'll discuss it later.

Let's end this.

Yes, I...

I have...

Look, I made some progress
with the report...

No... it's not ready, it's not ready.

- It's, it's...
- Does it say it, or not?

What?

Does she have a screw loose?

No, precisely, that's where I'm at.
That's the thing.

- I need...
- I need you to finish that report, now.

Sign it.

Bring it before she has another episode,
and we have a bigger problem.

- This pen...?
- What?

- It's from Wynants University.
- Oh, right?

Go figure. Come on, speed it up.

Did someone give it to you?

What do I know? What do you care?

I am investigating.
I need to collect evidence.

Either you sign or you resign, Casares.

And that's it for investigating.

I need that report signed.

Yes. It's my father.

It's an emergency.

I'll be back and sort it out, okay?

You're overcomplicating it, Casares.

- Thanks.
- Did it work?

Yes, yes. I told him it was my father.

Oh, great. Rothman is waiting.

Martha's psychiatrist?

I took Bologna's pen.
He had the same as Narvaja.

From Wynants University.

Yes, but I think they sell it
pretty much everywhere.

I think I even have one.

I find that strange.

This atrophy in the frontal lobe

can alter Martha's memory and judgment.

But it could also be the product
of her old age, of course.

So... the evidence isn't conclusive?

Evidence?

I don't know, you sound like a detective.

I mean that these scans

don't show a case
of frontotemporal dementia.

Well, that's a realm for debate.

Sure, but, what do you believe?

Well, unlike her daughters,

I believe Martha
always had an eccentric behavior.

And eccentricity
is not a symptom of dementia.

Right, precisely what I meant.

No. It seems to me
that you have taken a stand.

You want me to tell you
that Martha is healthy?

What I can tell you is that these studies
don't seem conclusive enough

to diagnose frontotemporal dementia.

Well, if the studies aren't conclusive,

your report is going to be decisive.

- Yes.
- How long was she your patient?

- Well, over ten years.
- And you never saw her again?

No. When her daughters came to see me

asking me to sign her admission,
and I refused,

I lost all contact with Martha.

Right.

If it comes to that,
would you be willing to testify?

Yes, sure, of course.

But if you could spare me the process,
I'd appreciate it.

Thank you.

See you.

Well, great then.

I think now I'm almost done.

"Almost"?

You should submit the report already,
shouldn't you?

Yes, yes, I'm ready. I'm ready.

You were very helpful.

Thank you.

You surprised me.

I hope I get more cases with you.

Can I kiss you?

Excuse me?

No!

- Sorry.
- Sorry.

No, no, I'm sorry...

- Can you?
- Yes, yes, yes.

I'm sorry.

I'm terribly sorry, uh, excuse me.

I think I misunderstood.

I'm so sorry... I thought...
I thought that was the vibe.

- No, maybe I led you to...
- No, you didn't lead me to anything.

- It's just that I'm dating someone.
- You don't have to explain. No.

Well, sir, but I think you're interesting.

- You can call me by my first name.
- Okay.

Well, these past days
we formalized that relationship and...

Right.

I'm late.

You surprised me, sir.

You surprised me, Leandro.

No, I didn't think...

Yes, I'm not the spontaneous type.

Well, if you were
to interrupt that relationship...

Yes, but not for now.

Name?

- Leandro Casares.
- Leandro Casares.

You can't go in.

- What?
- I'm sorry, you're not on the list.

Sure?

- Strange. Well, I'll talk to Delia...
- I'm sorry, that won't be possible.

Yes. I want to see how the lady's doing.
But you're new.

- Do you have permission for this?
- We were sent by the court.

- Hi, Delia.
- Hi.

I need to speak to Martha.
They won't let me in.

- Could you tell her I was here?
- Sir, please. Can you leave?

- Tell her I have enough evidence.
- Sir.

- Please, sir.
- Yes.

I am the expert. I'm evaluating the Mrs.
I haven't finished my work.

I don't know what the issue is,
but give me one second.

Hand her this, please.
Tell her it wasn't stolen after all.

Careful.

Yes, I know. I'm aware of some of it.

Yes, that, well... I guess it can be glued.

Now, sir.

It's time now, sir. Please.

Yes, yes, I'm done.

And tell her she was right.
They have a microphone.

- Okay?
- Sir, you need to leave...

Casares!

Relax.

Relax, Casares. I'm fine.

Now, sir.

That's it. Yes, I'm okay, that's fine.

- That's it.
- Goodbye, Casares.

Moving along.

You can't sleep either.

No.

Law number 22,914.

Article six says,

"All admissions
will be immediately informed

by the director of the institution
to the relatives of the patient

or other appointed individuals."

How many are they?

Article 8 says...

How many are they?

It's just a few of them,
blocking the road.

I need someone to come
and give me a hand, please.

I'll be right there.
Wait for me, I'm coming.

I'm coming.

I'll come with you.

Article 13 states,

"Non-compliance
with the duties that this law imposes

on the managing directors
of healthcare establishments,

will be brought
to the attention of the authorities

responsible for guaranteeing the exercise...

I'll let you know so you can cover for me.

"And, in this case,
of the relevant criminal

and correctional judicial authority."

Come on, come on.
Please. You can't be here.

Bring the institute's director.

There are patients here, please...

- We are recording everything.
- Tell me your name.

You've been warned!

Free Martha Hoffman!

If she's not released within 24 hours,
these images will flood the press.

You've been warned.

Who are they?

My friends.

Your friends know too much.

- They should be careful.
- Go back to your rooms, please.

Shall I walk with you?

Release Martha!

NEUBA
PSYCHIATRIC INSTITUTE

There you go. Do you want a mirror?

I'm 83 years old. Speak normally.

Yes, forgive me. I'll bring you a mirror.

How does it look?

I don't know.

- How?
- It's fine.

Excuse me, Martha.

She must be in room 15.

Yes, and I think she's with Julio.

Relationships of this type
between patients are not allowed.

Don't worry.

Pack your things.

We are releasing you.

- This is for you.
- No, don't, Martha.

Yes, yes. It suits you.

There.

For Vane...

- Since she's a dancer.
- Sure, I'll give it to her.

Bye, girl.

Hi, love!

- How are you?
- Let's go.

A few words, Martha.

Are you ready?

Hanging dicks amidst pricks.

Balls lurking. Cocks rolled inside briefs.

Wangs! Tools! Schlongs like cement.

Cowboys with just one ball.

Dicks from the locker rooms,
shaken with joy.

Urinals, Uranus. Black pudding.

Punctured condoms,
862 dick per square feet.

Flaccid Mormon weenies,
and millions of willies.

Cocks and more cocks.

A scented bouquet of thick Black knobs.

Bye, girl.

Get some rest.

Hello.

- Ma'am.
- Would you let my daughters know I'm back?

Who's there?

Delia, you can come down. We are here.

Are you alright, ma'am?

You could give me a hug, huh?

- We're here.
- Yes, ma'am.

Your thing is beeping.

Kiddo...

"2:00 p.m. Court. Hearing.
Confirm receipt."

You're out of the case.

It's 'cause you take too long.

We're late, Mom.
What did you want to tell us?

What's the condition?

Yeah, right.

You must apologize
for the 27 nights I spent locked in.

Look, Mom...

I just want to hear that.

I'm sorry, Mom, if things...

I'd rather hear only that.

For you to simply say you're sorry.
Without any arguments or excuses.

Come on, Olga, you can do it.

I'm sorry.

Myriam?

Whatever you say, Mom.

What? I don't...

I didn't get it.

That.

What?

Forgive us.

Speak for yourself, she already did.

Stop it.

Alright. Deal's off, then.

I'm sorry!

I can only organize the files
in alphabetical order, you know?

- Hello, Casares.
- Hello.

They're waiting for you
in the hearing room.

We'll deal with your suspension later.

Good luck.

Thanks.

- All good?
- Yes.

"The court proceeds
with this mediation hearing,

agreed upon by the parties involved

in the trial for the insanity
of Martha Hoffman,

a case initiated
by Myriam and Olga Hoffman."

"The expert report presented
by forensic expert Leandro Gabriel Casares

will not be taken into account
by challenge of the defense itself,

since his impartiality in the procedure
has been compromised."

"As for the confirmation of the diagnosis
of frontotemporal dementia

established by Orlando Narvaja,

it will be considered inconclusive,

resulting in the mediation
by the parties."

"If the following agreement is signed,
Myriam Hoffman and Olga Hoffman

agree to recuse their request
for Martha Hoffman

to be admitted in an institution."

"However, they declare that Martha Hoffman
is unfit to be autonomous."

"Therefore, the following conditions
are established."

"From now on, Martha Hoffman won't be able
to sell or get a mortgage on her assets..."

Apologies.

"She won't be able to buy new property,
establish companies nor sign agreements."

"She will not marry
nor leave the country."

"For any of the aforementioned conditions,

Martha Hoffman will require
the conformity of her daughters

or their appointed representatives."

"Her goods and capital

will be managed by a trustee
appointed by Mrs. Martha Hoffman

in agreement with her daughters."

Let's move to the trustee of my fortune.

Yes. We agreed to appoint expert Casares.

Well, as there are no objections,
and if Mr. Casares agrees,

he is formally appointed
as the trustee of Mrs. Hoffman's fortune.

Casares?

Yes. No.
I guess I don't have to decide right now.

- Let's try with three months in advance...
- Three months?

- Martha.
- One second.

What was that about?

- Accept, Casares.
- Martha?

- I'll steal him for a minute. Come.
- One second.

How many patients do you have?

A few.

How many is a few?

I have two. But one is... on and off.

Martha!

What was that about?

I negotiated, as you suggested.

As I suggested?

Yes, I believe so.

I must warn you, Martha,
that I can't manage my house nor my life.

It's not that complicated.

All you have to do is report
every expenditure I wish to make.

Yes. In any case...

I'm not sure it's a very...
how can I put it? A stable job.

But you'll have a good salary.

Yes, yes. Thank you, but...
How can I explain?

I don't know how long I'll have the job.

Oh, right.
You mean that I can die any moment now.

No, well, it's not that I say it.

Let me tell you that I intend to live
for many years more.

Yes, of course, no, me too.

But you never know.

You're right. A piano could fall
on our heads at any moment.

But we will come up with a solution.

Look, I have a sculpture
that I could give you as a collateral.

It has one broken arm,
but it still has a lot of value.

Let me walk you.

- Forget it. I can do it.
- I know.

It's just to show you off.

Fine.

Don't drag it, Casares.

Okay.

YEARS LATER,
ARGENTINA PASSED A NEW MENTAL HEALTH ACT.

IT FORBIDS INVOLUNTARY COMMITMENT

AND GUARANTEES THE RIGHT
TO REMAIN IN CONTACT WITH LOVED ONES.

MARTHA LIVED TO 104

IN FULL POSSESSION OF HER FREEDOM.