All language subtitles for La Flor (2018) - Mariano Llinás (Parte 1)

Hi.

I'll try to explain
what this movie is about.

Maybe most of you
know this a ready,

but I'll explain it gain
just in case.

There are six stories.

Four of them have a beginning,
but not an ending.

That is to say,
they stop at the middle.

They have no ending.

Then, there is episode five,

which, like a short story,
has a beginning and an end.

Finally, there is episode six,

which begins in the middle
and ends the film.

The film,
this, I'm sure you all know

is titled "La flor".

What else?

Each episode has a genre,
so to speak.

The first episode
could be regarded as a B movie,

the kind that Americans

used to shoot
their eyes closed,

and now just can't shoot
anymore

The second episode...

is a sort of musical
with a touch of mystery.

The third episode
is a spy movie.

The fourth episode
is difficult to describe.

Not even I, in the moment
of making this prologue,

have a clear idea.

The fifth one is inspired
by an old French film.

The last one...

is about some captive women
the 19th century...

who return from the desert
from the Indians

after many years.

Now, the punchline
of the whole movie...

lies in the fact
that all the episodes...

star the same four women
in different roles.

Valeria,

Elisa,

Laura,

and Pilar.

I'd say the movie
is about them,

and, somehow, for them.

I think that's about it.

For now.

- Stop.
- Why? What's the matter?

Stop, stop, stop!

Please, not again...

Please, not again...

Are you okay?

Is it something I did?

Did something happen to you?

You're not angry at me, right?

No, take me home.

- Yeah, sure.
- Take me home.

My Angry sister calls to arms
René Char

Guys, keep it down, please.
It's too loud.

- Marcela, can you come?
- Yeah.

I've a problem with the weavings
from the Talangasta site.

Still with Talangasta?

That should be in the lab!
What happened?

I had some questions
for you or the Doctor.

- Look here.
- Yes?

This is camelid, but it's more
of a late er treatment.

Yes, but this is something you
should work out for tomorrow,

next week the Chileans will
call us 3 days a week...

I told him it is not camelid.

Coming! I don't know about it.

Send it to the lab at nee,
Dario.

But how do I label it?

I don't...

Look, I've only got 5 bottles
of phosphoric acid.

5? There was enough acid
for the whole winter!

We cleaned 10 lithic tools
last week.

This is not the time, Silvana!

We are closing for a wee.
Have you talked to the Doctor?

I told Yanina 10 times...

No, don't even start.
Please, don't start.

Yanina! Work it out with her.
Where is Yanina?

At my desk.

We won't finish
the report on time.

Marcela, we have a problem.

Marcela, can you come?

Coki leaves at 8,
she says she old you,

and Nancy can't come
before 9...

Yes, I forgot all about it.
You can't stay, can you?

Way, I have to look after
my grandchildren.

Was any other day...

Okay, I'll ask Coki,
don't worry about it.

Okay, but don't forget,
it's a nightmare out there.

What is it now?

Nothing, I forgot Coki
was leaving today at 8,

to fire up the generator.

Silvana told me she told you
we're out of phosphoric acid.

What an ass!

I asked her if we had
to restock before closing...

and she told me to wait
until we spoke with Lucia.

She screwed this up, not me!
Hello?

For you.

Yes?

Where?

No, I have no idea.

Nobody told me anything...

and we have no orders
from Doctor.

Could you go
to the front door...

and check what's going on
with some cargo?

Where am I supposed
to get acid from now?

Yes. No, don't let them in.

What did you say?

Don't let them unload the cargo.

Okay, tell them
to load the cargo back.

I never spoke with Giardina,
I'm out of the loop.

No, they can't leave that here.

Okay, I'll be right there.

You talk to them, Marcela!

They say Giardina sent them...

and they have to unload
the cargo today.

They can't,
We're about to close!

Yes, I told them, but...

Maybe we could take everything
to the back room.

No, and where's Lucia?

- Should I call her?
- Yes, please.

Do we unload here?

No, the Doctor is not here
and I can't accept the cargo.

But we have to be at the site
before 3.

We can't take it.
We're due there before 3!

Sorry, but what site
are you talking about?

The Rodeo dig!

Someone took this
downhill...

and the Giardina told us
to bring it here.

Right, I'm truly sorry,

but I can't accept this
without the University form.

But Giardina told us to get
the cargo here ASAP.

No, nobody spoke with Giardina,
nobody told me anything...

You can't leave this cargo here.

What will I say to Giardina?

I will go fetch her.

Careful, don't let them leave

Giardina told us
to deliver the cargo.

If you have a problem
with that, you must call him.

No, I don't know a thing...

Hi, how are you?

Could you show me
the delivery form?

What's that?

The form
require by the University.

No, Mr. Giardina told us
to deliver the cargo today.

I understand, but Giardina
doesn't work here...

and he's not authorized
to send shipments here...

without a delivery form.

Marce, sign the 2-13.
I'll call Giardina right now.

Should we take this in?

Yes, follow her, please.

- What site is it?
- Cerro Blanco, El Rodeo.

Yeah, pure rocks.
Yes, they'll get the cargo.

Follow me, please!

We will have to speak
with Giardina.

Be careful.

He sends me a box of stones
the day before Easter,

and I have to go on a trip.

What a dope.
The cargo should be with him.

I won't lift a finger
without the delivery form.

Do me a favour, Yani,
take my jacket, will you?

He doesn't want to waste
the whole weekend...

looking after
a bunch of rocks...

and he wants me
to do it for him.

I'll leave them at the base
this afternoon.

In temporary storage.

I won't turn on a whole freezer
just for this asshole.

Good morning!

Good morning, Doctor.
Do you have a second?

Sure, tell me.

Look, I'm a bit be ind
with the Tarangasta dating.

- What's the matter?
- How do I label them?

- "Camelids."
- Camelids?

Of course, that's vicuña.

Remember those Ansilta poncho
The Italians sent over?

That's the same technique,
With borax instead of clay.

So I label them "camelids"?

- Camelids, for sure.
- Great.

And don't dally
with those petroglyphs.

They should all be indexed
by next week.

- Okay, Doctor.
- Thank you.

Thank you, Doctor.

Hello, good morning.
How are those PHT coming along

Not great I have 5 bottles
of phosphoric acid,

and less
than a quarter of nitrate.

Top off that quarter
with iodine-diluted alcohol.

Iodine? As a reactive?

Yes, it works as a reactive.
It is just for the weekend.

- Do you have iodine?
- Yes.

Perfect.

Doctor,
we have a schedule problem.

Coki leaves early,
Julia can't come today,

and I should be leaving...

Don't worry, we're staying
to look after a cargo.

Tell Julia not to come.
Yani, can you stay?

Yes!

Great. Coki can leave at 6 so
she can see her grandchildren.

One moment, please.

- Doctor?
- Yes.

Giardina.

Put him through.

Hello?

How are you, Giardina?

Yes, this is Lucia Conti.

Yes, we're unloading
the cargo.

No, I saw your missed call,
I didn't know it was so urgent.

Right, because I can't...

Right, I can't do anything
without a delivery form.

Hello, Giardina?
I can barely hear you.

Why don't you call me later?
Hello?

No, we didn't ship anything
to Stockholm.

I don't know which mummy
is that, Giardina.

Which mummy?

No. Hello? Hello?

He said something
about the Stockholm Conference.

What the hell does he know?
Is he an archeologist now?

Do you have a minute?

- What is it?
- Com with me.

Done. That was rough. I thought
he was going to say no.

He was about to leave
and we delayed him.

He showed me his bag,
the fishing rods...

And his wife was waiting
in the truck, what a saint.

Still, I won't pity him,
I'm even worse off here.

But the pieces are goo
I think they are worth it.

For the cover
of the Stockholm Catalogue,

they want the bigger photo,
the one with the hand raised.

It is good.

Yes, it's worth it.

You were planning on going to
Neuquen, right? You poor thing.

A whole weekend indoors
with this mummy.

And me, I try to take 1 week off,
and this pops up.

Hans couldn't believe it.

These things never happen
in Austria.

"How can you be so messy?

You're not telling me
something!"

That poor thing.

When I told him we were sending
them to Stockholm,

he was so proud...

- He'll be there, did I tell you?

Yeah, he'll give a lecture
on the Sorocaba Tombs.

Once he calmed down after
I canceled our short trip,

he was actually happy.

I love him.
He thinks highly of my work.

He's proud of what I do.
That's rare, isn't it?

Because you know, men here
may be academic and all that,

but they're so sexist...

They don't like it when you
do better than them.

Shit, speak of the devil...

Should I make a quick stop?

Yeah, I should think so.

I can't stand this guy.

Marzico, what's up?

What's going on?

What's up, doc?
Marcela! Hi, what's going on?

Asking for favors, as usual.

So? Did you get help?

Yes, Cinetti took care
of everything once again.

Whatever you need,
you can call me.

Yeah, we know.

Marzico, bye now,
we're in a hurry.

I thought you'd be on the road
by now.

You're not closing for Easter?

That was the idea,
but we have to stay now.

You'll be all alone
at the Institute?

Yeah...

Whatever you need
you can count on me.

I'm just a phone call away.

Great, bye now.

Do you have my number?

Of course we do!

Call me then.

- Sure thing. We have to go.
- I won't keep you, then!

Bye! Thanks. Thanks...

He creeps me out,
I can't help it.

He is so disgusting...

Yanina is not seeing him, right?

She says she isn't, but...
It's the same old story.

I know.

I spoke to her,
but she won't listen.

She's so naive.

She believes every word he says
What a lying scumbag.

One day I wish I had the nerve
to run him over with the truck.

Hey, I made a joke.
You can laugh.

Sorry, I'm a bit distracted.

Is something the matter?

No...

Right! I almost forgot.

You went out with Claudio.
Something happened?

No...

Well, more or less...

"More or less".

You'll end up driving him crazy.

Yani is a mess, but at least...

Speaking of Yanina, tell her
to start working on the mummies,

or this whole operation
will go to hell.

What's the matter
with this radio?

Damn you!

By the time we realized it,
we had he mummy with us.

Yes, a pain in the ass.
One Giardina.

He always does the same.

It's just the two of us.

Locked in here, yeah.

It's more practical than coming
and going the whole weekend.

Marcela sleeps over there.

I'm thinking
of keeping her company.

Yes, alone with the mummy.

It's her, how funny.

I won't take the call.

She's good, but at times
seems disoriented.

It's like she's coming down
with something.

Fuck, what now? Excuse me.

- Hello.
- Is everything okay?

Yes, I'm skyping right now.

What? But she had to dust
all the artifacts.

Just a moment.

Only one?
I told her to clean all 3.

Di she use phosphoric acid?

The mummy. Did she use
the acid on the mummy?

That cunt.

A good-for-nothing
who works for us.

Yes? Are you with the mummy?

And there's no more acid?

Well, then go get the acid,

Call me when you get it

One second, don't hang up.

It's always the same.
I feel like I'm their mother.

One is horny all the time,
and the other one is a prude.

No, she doesn't understand
a word of Catalan.

No, don't worry about it.
Not one word.

Yes? That's impossible,
there must be some.

Go to the storage room,
open the green cabinet,

and, once you're there,
check again...

Marce...

Easy. Were you scared?

There, there...

Do you want to go home?
Are you sure you want to work?

Do I call somebody
to pick you up?

No.

Okay, if you don't feel good,
tell me.

Get yourself a cup of coffee.

Thank you.

Where were you? I bet you went
to bed at 8 a.m.

No, I swear,
I went to bed super early.

I don't know what happened,
I couldn't wake up.

Yeah, super early, I'm sure.

Really. I left at around 7
yesterday.

Well?

Where are they?

Follow me.

Are these all of them?

The black one is missing.

I gave him something
to calm down.

I drew a blood sample
to have it analyzed.

It's strange.
The symptoms are strange.

I never saw something like that.

But let's wait for the results
to come back.

Rabies.

No. The symptoms do not match

A rabid animal
is afraid of water.

This cat just can't stop
drinking water.

This level of thirst
is abnormal even.

Really, its symptomology
is quite rare.

Dilated pupils, loss of hair...

And something very strange:
a strong epidermal lesion.

Some sort of welt
in the inguinal region...

that keeps growing.

It doubled in size
in the half hour I treated him.

Then there's hyperactivity,
aggressive behavior.

A viciousness that surpasses
all known pathologies.

I'm at a loss.

And the other cats?

- This cat killed them.
- Dam

But let's not get ahead
of ourselves.

I'll send the sample to the lab
to rule some things out.

Keep him isolated.
You can give him water.

Try not to touch him,
it could be dangerous.

Okay.

Call me if anything changes,
or I'll drop by tomorrow.

Thanks for coming,
we didn't know what else to do.

Call me anytime.

Good.

Yani, come here. Help me.

Come on, move it.

Are you okay?

Calm down, it's over now.

Do you feel better?

Can I call you again?

I'll call you.

Come on. Let's get to work.

It's occupied!

It's you.
What's that on you face?

Nothing, I'm going home.

- Can I take you?
- No, it's okay.

Come!

Come, get in.

No, I'm not feeling well.

Come on, I'll take you!

No, I'm dizzy,
I want to go home.

Come on! I'll take you home.

No, really, I feel like crap.

Load the bike
and I'll take you home.

Come on, don't be silly.

Come on.

We're not having a good day,
are we?

Did you stay up late?

Don't whine about it

No, I didn't stay up late.
I'm just not feeling well.

You could be pregnant
you know.

Shut up, you jerk.

Where are you taking me?
I told you I was going home!

Come on, I'm going home,
I feel like shit.

Take me home.

You're a bit feisty.

Take me home.

Now.

Take me home now.

Let me tell you something, girl,
with all due respect.

Once you get on
the Marzico-mobile,

there's a set of rules...

Last night.

I got home late, around 9.

Already, from far away,

I could see something was off.

Something strange in my house.

I walked in and I saw everything
ad been tossed around.

And I thought,
"We've been robbed!

A burglar has broken in
and stole everything."

I ran out to get the guys
at the roundhouse,

I came back rushing
with them...

They checked everything.

Everything was tossed around.

Everything.

There was shattered glass.

The table was scratched

as if it'd been scratched
by an animal.

So the lads told me,

"This was a fox.

A fox broke in."

So I told them,

"What fox?
There are no foxes around here!"

And in that moment,
we heard a noise,

a strange noise...

which was coming
from down there...

I told them,

"Did you hear that?"

And suddenly, once again,
the noise.

So we slowly walked out...

to see where it was coming from

And we saw her.

She was motionless,

all curled up,

like you're seeing her now.

She's been like that all night.

Motionless.

Poor girl.

It's strange.
It's all very strange.

I understand.

I think she trashed the place.

Most likely, yes.

She got in, trashed everything,
and then stopped moving.

Just like the cat.

Ma'am, your daughter
will be okay.

We'll take her
to the Institute...

to make her feel
more comfortable.

I'm worried sick about her.

Don't worry. We'll take her.

Take some clothes with you.
I'll pack a bag.

Yes, pack her a bag.
Marcela will help you.

I'll help you. Come with me.

This is not right.
We should call a doctor.

She can't go to the doctor.

I'm a vet, not a physician.

She can't go to the doctor.
Did you hear about Marzico?

Who?

Marzico,
the foreman at the mine.

That's right.
He was attacked by 4 guys.

That's the thing,
it wasn't 4 guys.

Just like the cat

Come on.

Take her to the ceramics
storage, it's empty.

On the right!

Take her. I'll go check.

Well?

You see.

He's lashing out again.

After he calms down,
he gets vicious again.

This symptoms are recurrent.

It's a cyclical behavior.

You should try to think
when this might've started.

Did something strange happen...

before the cat and Yanina
fell ill?

Maybe some sort of episode
or some situation...?

- Can you stop this?

I turned on the heating...

and locked the door
with two latches.

Where's Claudio?

Come here, come here.

Come here!

Come here.

Let's go.

Easy, easy!

Come!

I'm going crazy.

I'm starting to think
Claudio is an idiot.

He seems to like this,
he lays detectives.

He asked me whether
something strange happened.

You know what happened?
I canceled my vacations.

All because Giardina sent
some mummies, that asshole.

What's with you? Why
you looking at me like that?

The mummies.

No!

The cat died.

Bingo...

Sir!

We're screwed.

When did it happen?

4 days ago.

The same day you sent over
the bodies.

What a drag, poo

I can't be of much help.
I'm leaving tomorrow.

Right, but we need you
to come over now.

Rig-ht, but I'm busy with this,

and I won't be finishing
any time soon.

And I should also get ready
for my trip tomorrow.

You realize the spuriousness
of the situation?

Yes, of course, of course.

It's just that I'm not good
at this paranormal thing.

I'm an amateur.

You have to know your stuff.
It's a delicate matter.

Giardina, listen.
If we thought about you...

It's because you caused us
a great problem, as usual.

You broke every protocol,
guideline and procedure,

and you took advantage
of our good will and trust,

by thrusting upon us,
without a moment's notice,

material that must be certified
by the National Secretary,

the CONICET
or, at least, the University.

Material you give away
to any tourist...

who digs up a hole
somewhere on the mountain...

you bring us archaeological
stuff whenever you please.

Now shit's gotten real,
somebody's life is on the line.

You must take responsibility
of that material,

and all the phenomena
associated with it,

because, if the worst happens,
and it probably will,

you'll have a big problem
your hands

and I'm not talking
about losing your license,

I'm talking about a trial...

for mismanagement
of archaeological heritage...

and as an accessory
to a murder.

If I were you, I'd dust off
all of my magic handbooks...

and see why that mummy...

is acting upon a poor innocent
girl who has nothing to do,

who's at death's door...

thanks to your negligence
and lack of consideration!

Okay, let's relax...

Let's calm down.

I'll see if I can get in touch
with Cruz.

That's an idea.

I could try that

Yes, calling Cruz would be
the best course of action.

Can it wait until tomorrow?

Honestly, Giardina,
I don't know.

Give me one day.

Hi.

Hey.

I fell asleep.

It must have been
a rough night.

It wasn't that bad.

Did you get any sleep?

No...

Well, just a little.

Any news around here?

Nothing.

I checked on her constantly.
She didn't move all night.

Around one, I checked her BP
and temperature. She was fine.

Around three,
she dozed off for a while.

What do you think?

I don't know.

The cat went a whole day
with asthenia and anorexia.

She's been like that
for a day and a half.

The aggressive stage
should've already started.

I don't know.
Maybe nothing happens.

It would be good
if she stayed like that.

This really scares me.

Can I ask you something?

Is there something
you'd like to tell me?

Yani?

Yani, are you okay?

Yani?

Yanina?

Yanina!

Yanina, are you okay?

Yanina? Yani!

Yani?

Yanina, are you okay?

What is that noise? What is it?

She's awake.

It opens from the inside.

I'll call Giardina.

No. There's no time.

Get my keys and go to the cabin.

There's a shotgun in the locker.

Get it.

It's okay, I'll get it.
Lock that door.

Excuse me,
are you from around here?

Yeah.

I'm looking for Lucia Conti.

That's me.

I'm here because
the Border Patrol called me.

A transference problem.

A psycho-transference problem.

Okay.

Some issue with some girl.

Giardina sent you?

No, I don't know who made the call,

but is it here?

Yeah, sure. I'm sorry.
Please, come in.

Nice to meet you. Daniela Cruz.

Any physical symptoms?

Yes, hair loss and cold sores.

Then she got violent,
then she calmed down.

You'll see.

- Verbal phase?
- What's that?

Did she speak in tongues?
In Quechua or some dialect?

I don't know.

My Go...

It looks like moving day.

Hi. I'm Daniela.

Poor thing.

- Hi. Daniela.
- What's up?

I'll ask you to help
clear all this, alright?

- Are you going in?
- She must be subdued at once.

Do I clear everything?

Yes. What type of soil
do you have here?

Soil?

Yes, what's its composition?

Axinite I guess,
but it's pretty much eroded.

Okay, I can work with that.
Can I ask you something?

Yes.

Go outside
and fill a jar with dirt,

the drier, the better.

- Ajar?
- Yes, like a jar of jam or mayo.

Yes.

And feathers too!

Feathers from a flying bird,
not a hen.

Look in the old archives,
under "Plumage", quick!

Poor thing,
she's too aggressive.

Step aside.

Move over!

Let her through, Claudio!

Come.

Come.

Hold this.

Give me the statuette.

Hold this tight
until I tell you.

Give this to your friend
when she comes back.

- Is it locked?
- Yes.

Open it.

Are you sure
you want to go in there?

I'm coming in!

- What's her name?
- Yanina.

Do you have everything?

Yes, here.
Those are condor feathers.

It's done.

She'll be okay.

She needs to rest.

She's likely to sleep
for 1 or 2 days,

but she'll be okay.

Do you need us to do anything?

Take her.

Call your friend,

tell him to take her home.

- You got her?
- Yeah.

Now I need to see the entity.

- The mummy?
- The mummy.

Let me see.

Of course. What did she expect?

The feathers too.

It could've been a lot worse.

Why? What is it?

She's one of the Three Queens.

I'll tell you more about it.

No

No

No more

I know it

Have mercy

And what's that?

Listen...

Yeah, I know, I was late
from the fourth one on.

No, one other thing.

Move away just a tad
from the mike,

I got clipping
on all the last takes.

Okay, either way,
I started late.

Don't worry about that.
From the fourth verse?

No, let's take it from the top.

Okay, good idea...

No

No

No more

I know it

Have mercy

And what's that?

Let's do something, Ricky.

What if you move around a bit?

Can you sing standing up?

You're a bit stiff.

I don't know, I'll try.

I'll try moving
and see what happens.

Okay, let's try that.
Rolling third verse.

I know it

Have mercy

And what's that?

Take five is a bit...
I don't know, it's a bit off.

Would you like to try?

Sure, go ahead.

I'll loop it,
so you can sing many takes.

And what's that?

And what's that?

And what's that?

And what's that?

And what's that?

And what's that?

And what's that?

And what's that?

I don't know,
maybe the second to last one?

Yes, that would be
the closest take, but...

I'd try recording from the top.

Yes, this one is hard, right?
Kind of...

Yeah, but relax,
don't worry about it.

I'll tell you what, Ricky.

Let's call it a day, okay?

Let's listen to it tomorrow
and work out the details.

Maybe we have the take...

and we're stressing
over nothing.

So no more takes today?

No, no, relax.

Let's take it down a notch.
It's our first day.

We're exhausted,
did a million things today.

Let's see how this
data 'backs up'.

Right, yeah.

You thought it was weird, right?

Weird? No, not at all.
I think it went great.

Plus, it's the first day.

Right, first day...

We're in great shape.

You just have to connect
a bit more with the song,

make it yours...

This is all new for me,
you know?

Yeah, I understand, but relax.
I think it went great, you know?

Now get your mind off it,
get some rest.

Tomorrow will be another day,
as they say, right?

But I have faith in this.
It can't miss.

Hit. Hit. Hit.

You think we have a hit?

It's awesome.

This elevator is going up.

Hey, Ricky!

Hey.

This elevator is going down.

Well?

I don't know.

Underground

It doesn't work?

What do you mean "it doesn't work"?

Are you listening to what
you're saying, Frank?

Do you understand
what you're saying?

I'll try to answer you
rationally.

No, it's my turn to speak,
Frank! It's my turn!

No, I don't want to listen
to you!

I'm sick and tired of listening
to you, Frank!

You want to talk?!
Then talk, Frank!

Talk, Frank! Talk!

Ice.

Can I stop you right there?

Yes, I know,
but let me tell you something.

I don't want to be reasonable!
I don't care about it!

Do you want my opinion
on what you're saying?

Do you want my opinion?

I think those are the words
of a scoundrel.

Yeah.
The words of a scoundrel.

Shut up!

You know where I've been,
where I come from, right?

You know what I went through, right?

Because, if you knew,

you would know that
I would never do such thing.

I'd rather vanish in the air,

I would prefer humiliation,
or to disappear.

If you knew me,
you would know...

that I would never show
an iota of weakness...

to that person!

Yes, to that person,
the person you're defending!

Yes, you're defending him!

Yes, you're defending him,
Frank!

And if you knew
you would also know...

that defending him means
becoming my enemy.

Would you like to be
my enemy, Frank?

Would you like to be my enemy?

It's not like that! It's not!

It's not like that
and you know it!

Yes, you know it
better than anybody else, Frank!

No? What do you mean by "no".

Then what is a traitor?

Define the word "traitor",
Frank!

And Andrea Nigro?

What about Andrea Nigro?

What about Andrea Nigro, Frank?!

Andrea Nigro?

Look.

I know what I have to do...

I've never stopped doing
my job.

And I'll honour
my commitment to you...

the way I've always honored it,

but I made up my mind.

I made a decision, Frank.

You can either be my ally
in that decision,

or you can be
that other person's ally.

It is your choice.

But if you choose me,

I don't want to hear
this kind of nonsense anymore,

nor any other statement
that might suggest...

the faintest notion of conceding
anything to that person,

you hear me?

Did you get that, Frank?

I don't want to hear about it
ever again

Ever again!

Never again, Frank! Never again!

Roll it.

I'm the fire stalking you

That will soon turn
your damned soul into ashes

I'm the poisoned arrowhead
aimed at your heart

I'm your menace, you ordeal

I'm silently looking for you
in the dark of the night

I'm madness, I am the fuse

The bomb about to go off
that it's too late to disarm

I'm the dagger

If you pull me out
of your chest

Nothing will be left

I am hatred, I am hell

I'm the messenger carrying
your eternal punishment

I am the winter that makes
your inner spring wither

I am the storm, the beast

The panther that slowly
creeps up on you

I'm the one counting the days

Until I see you
kneeling before me

I am Death

I've always lived in you
and you've never realized it

One day you made me cry

No

One day you broke my heart

No

I'm going after you
and I won't stop

Until we're face to face

No more

You didn't know
what love was

I know it

But by force
you shall understand

Have mercy

That my fury, hatred,
contempt and spite

Are not my worst flaws

And what's that?

It doesn't work.

He's right.

It doesn't work.

What do you think?

I don't know.
About what exactly?

What am I supposed to do?

You're not talking?

Yes...

No, I don't know.
I've got no idea.

Maybe you should try
talking things over.

I don't know. Ricky and you.

OUR GREATEST SUCCESS
IS HAVING FOUND EACH OTHER

Do you really think so?

No.

Bring me another one.

Tell me something.

You know

What story?

The story. Our story.

Do you know it?

Yes. I think so.

About your beginnings
and all of that.

Okay. Let's hear that story.

Have a seat
and tell the story.

Both of you had gigs
same night, same theater...

In the same town.
A small rural town.

You'd never met,

but, when he heard yo sing,
he fell in love.

And he waited for you
after your concert.

It was a rainy night.
There was terrible storm.

The rain fell so hard...

that, when both of you finished
with your respective shows,

you couldn't even leave
the theater.

Everybody had left,

and you stayed behind
ting for the storm to pass.

You ended up talking
like 3 hours.

The rain wouldn't let up.

And during those 3 hours
you fell in love.

Yes. What else?

When the rain stopped,

you wandered for hours
along the empty streets.

Talking
and singing.

And then there was the tree.

Tell me about the tree.

At one point,

you reached a park
that had this big old tree,

and he told you,

"When we reach the tree,
I'll kiss you."

So you slowly
walked up to the tree,

side by side,
as if you were afraid,

until you reached the tree,

you took his hand,

and you had your first kiss.

That's what the book says.

LIVING FOR LOVING

It's beautiful.

And...

At one point,
you reached a lagoon,

and you stayed up to watch
the sun rise in the lagoon.

That's where you wrote
your first song together.

"Rain."

IT INCLUDES THE Nº 1 HIT "RAIN"

RICARDO IS SINGING HIS
GREATEST LOVE SONGS OF ALL TIMES

FEATURING SINGER
VICTORIA ARAGÓN

It's true
that it was raining a lot.

It was raining a lot,

but we weren't in a theater.

It was a rural com unity centre.

Some event for the elderly
So lame...

It's not true we met there.

We were already together
by then.

We met when I was 17
and he was 38.

He was the first man
I'd ever been with in my life.

The only one, in fact.

He treated me badly.

He told me he wanted
to teach me,

but he would compare me with
the other women of his life.

Each and every one of them
had left him.

One woman after the other,
one singer after the other,

until the one thing he had left
was just a 17-year old girl...

who had never sung a song
in her life.

But that night was different.

We finished the gig
and it was pouring down outside

We didn't have enough money
to call a cab...

to take our instruments
to the motel.

We waited 30 minutes,

an hour...

It was still raining.
ere about to despair.

We were ravenous
and everything was closed.

The only thing he had on him
was his little bottle of gin.

A sad bottle he'd always carry
with him to help him sing.

He couldn't even sing
those terrible old boleros...

we played in those days.

He wouldn't even look at me.

He stared at the rain,
mesmerized...

God knows what was going
through his mind,

what he was thinking,

but I couldn't take my eyes
off of him.

And only then,

believe it or not,

only then I realize
who he was,

after 5 years
of being together.

That man,

who had been the only person
in my life for 5 years,

the one with whom
my life had started,

the one who taught me
everything

the one
who called all the shots,

the one who knew my future
even better than myself

my king,

my lord and master...

was a moron,

a wretched man.

A worthless, helpless,
little man.

Who stared at the rain
without knowing what to do,

as if he were a bird or a dog.

That was my man.

I was there because of that man.

Do you know it?

Sure.

Sing it.

No, I can't sing.

Sing it.

It's raining in the empty city

Through the empty streets,
our lives go away

It's raining
and you're by my side

if you were somewhere else

As if you were a stranger

Your solitary eyes

tare at the void

stare at you

I see a broken man

Somebody I don't know

Somebody
who's not the man I love

But something happened
that night.

We were still there,

the rain
was coming down harder,

and he wouldn't even
glance at me.

And I couldn't stop
glaring at him, hating him,

wishing he was struck dead
lightning.

But suddenly
I noticed something.

What caught my attention
was his absolute stillness,

as if he'd seen something
that would rescue us.

Like a castaway who suddenly
sees a ship in the distance.

But it wasn't that.

He was silent, standing still...

Suddenly,
he started turning his head,

almost imperceptibly,

and I realized he was crying.

Everything changed for me.

And I thought to myself,

"This man,

"this wretched man,

"is poor devil who can't even
look at her woman in the eyes...

"when he's crying,

"is the man I'll spend
my whole life with,

"and everything I do,
I'll do it with him,

"whatever it is,
whatever happens,

"It won't be up to him anymore,
It'll be up to me."

It was a sudden realization,

an epiphany,

which came to me
when I saw him crying.

Like when you see
your parents cry.

That's it, they're not
your parents anymore.

Right then and the
he stopped being a man

He became a cause,
a destination, a banner...

Do you know what I mean?

And from that moment on
that would be my life:

him.

We're just a couple of shadows

Just two ghosts

Our story is about to end

I claim, this is not enough

That's not how a brave heart
says goodbye

When it stopped raining,
he could barely walk.

I managed
to take him to the hotel.

Then I went back twice
to carry the instruments back,

but I was happy.

I walked through the streets
with a smile,

as if I'd emerged victorious
from a battle.

The part about the tree -
he made that up

I think he'd read it somewhere.

I left him sleeping
in the room...

and I walked back
he lagoon.

It was the break of dawn.

And that's when I wrote
the song, by myself.

Like always,

like all our songs.

And that's when it all started.

Play it.

It's raining in the empty city

Through the empty street
our lives go away

It's raining
and you're by my side

As if you were somewhere else

As if you were a stranger

Your solitary eyes

Stare at the void

While I stare at you

I see a broken man

Somebody I don't know

Somebody
who's not the man I love

We're just a couple of shadows

Just two ghosts

Our story is about to end

I mean, this is not enough

That's not how a brave heart
says goodbye

And I swear to myself
that I'll fight for you

That I'll be by your side
when the end comes

I must be strong
and I must put up a fight

My love, I'd give my life
just to see you smile

And it's always been that way.

I stood by him like a lioness.

Like a samurai
his master day and

without a break

It was that way
when we were nobody,

when we had to play
in circuses or theaters...

And it was that way
when we became famous.

When we got really good.

When we started

When everybody recognized us
in every street every city.

It's always been that way.

And you want us
to talk things over?

What is there
about?

What could he possibly tell me?

He can't say anything to me.

Without me, he's nothing.

And no he's gone.

If I don't want him gone,
He won't go anywhere.

He's got nowhere to go.

He can't leave.

And tonight the rain falls
like a shadow over our love

It seals our fate
like an oath, like a prayer

And who knows if life
will give us fortune or misery

Give me your hand, my love,
it's just you and I

I'm tired.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Maybe a scotch?

Go home.

No, it's early.
Don't you want me to stay?

No, really.

I'm going to take a shower.
Enough for today.

You're a good person. Don't cry.

Salaam Alaikum.

I can't take it anymore.

I can't stand her any longer.

It's been too many years.

Too many years of abuse,
arrogance, tyranny...

She thinks the world
revolves around her.

He hates him because he split.

Why wouldn't he?

Can you imagine being with her
every single day?

Imagine that.

She's like Medusa.

It's like being married
to Medusa.

I spoke to him.

At least, he's reasonable.
He's willing to cooperate.

If it were up to him,
they'd record together.

They must record together,
you know?

They've always recorded
together!

It's all they know!

This invention will never work!
It's madness!

She's bound by a contract!
A contract!

She's not a free woman,
you understand?

She has to do as I say,
not the other way round!

She's a heartless bitch.

I invented her.

I did it. I invented her.

He can't say no to me.

She can't say no to me,
and east of all to this!

- Frank...
- She can't, you hear?

Speak.

What is she going to do?
What is she up to?

Is she willing to record
with him or not?

Speak.

You're not speaking.

You're not speaking.

You're on her side.

Are you defending her?

Another betrayal.

Frank...

You have to understand
that I work for her now.

Thanks to who?

Who put you there?
Thanks to whom, Flavia?

Frank...

Tanks to whom? Thanks to me!

Thanks to me, Flavia!
Am I wrong?

Do you want me to remind you?

Frank...

What's going on with Victoria?

You prefer her.

You forgot about me
and now you prefer her.

Frank, stop it.

What's with you and Victoria?
Tell me!

Nothing. Nothing's going on.

But you took her side.
You're defending her.

You're in cahoots!
You're plotting against me!

You forgot about me.

You've completely
forgotten about me.

Frank, we said
wouldn't talk about that.

You promised.

Left the apartment.

That apartment was for you,
Flavia.

Yes, Frank, I left.

When are you coming back?

You're not coming back.

No.

You're not coming back.

Not anytime soon.

Where are you staying?

Frank...

Where are you staying?

In a hotel.

Which hotel?

It doesn't matter.
In some hotel.

Which hotel?

Stop it, Frank.

You're back to your old ways
aren't you?

Where did you get that?

You're back to your old ways.

You're hanging out
with those people again.

No.

I swear, Frank.
You're wrong about that.

And what about the other thing?

What thing?

That you're messing with that
again.

Victoria. You and Victoria
are up to something.

Stop it, Frank.

I'm leaving.

Do you want me to remind you
where you were when we met?

Go away.

Now.

Flavia.

What?

Kiss me.

Cut it out, rank.

Kiss me, Flavia.

No, Frank, stop it. Go away now.

Only if you kiss me.

We said we wouldn't, Frank.

I'll leave only if you kiss me.

What are you doing here?

Surprise.

What are you doing here?

Who's that?

A new boyfriend?

How did you find me?

I followed you.

I've been following you
for 5 days.

Been to that singer's place
and everything.

What do you want?

Go away.

Not yet.

Marcos, I'm already out.
I'm out of the game.

I don't have anything to do
with the group.

I haven't seen them
in almost a year.

I have a new job, a new life.

Good for you.

All of that is in the past,
I swear.

That's not what I heard.

What?

Are you sure
it's all in the past?

What do you mean?

Don't be coy, I told you
I've been following you.

So?

Is it true?

- What do you want to know?
- If it's true or not.

I don't know what you're
talking a out, Marcos. Go away.

It is true.

You got a centurion.

- You're crazy.
- Did you get a centurion?

You're crazy. You know very well
that they're extinct.

The last specimens died...

Don't take me for a fool.

I've been parroting that story
for 10 years.

Where are you keeping it?

Stop, Marcos.

Where is the centurion?

Is it at the motel?

Stop looking for it.

What did you do?

Stop looking for it, Marcos.
It's no use to you anymore.

What?

You heard me.

It's no use to you anymore.

You injected yourself the toxin?

I can't believe it.

You injected yourself the toxin.

How long ago?

Marcos, I'll say it again.

I'm out.

Tell the group I'm out.

What is it?

Nothing.

I'm not with the group either.

I also have a new job.

Speak.

Speak.

Isabella.

You're lying. She is in Milan.
Everybody knows that.

She's here now.
She arrived 5 months ago.

Where?

Patience.

What do you want?

We've been working a lot.
We've made a lot of progress.

There's a new guy.
You'll meet him soon.

It has nothing to do
with the group.

Nobody wants to have anything
to do with them.

This is for real.

What do they want from me?

The centurion won't produce
the toxin in another 6 months.

It's no use for them now.

How long as it been
in your bloodstream?

3 days.
The same day you followed me.

Send a blood sample
to this address.

Are you willing to cooperate?

It's Isabella.

Nobody says no to Isabella.

Where is she?

Where?

She's changed.
You wouldn't recognize her.

Does she know about Victoria?
Does she know I'm working?

She knows everything.

Take me to her.

Now.

THE STARS

Let's traverse the galaxy
hand in hand

Without past, without future,
without day or night

I want to leave my life
in Earth behind

Let's go get lost
in some other planet

Let's watch the Sun hide
behind the Saturno

I want to do all of that
with you and much more

Somewhere deep in space

I want to float by your side

I want to feel joy and bliss

The North Star
will watch us fly by

And will wave to us
when she sees us glow

And the Ursa Major
will see our love

And will also sing this song

Imagine, my love,
this beautiful fantasy

The cosmos is a garden
full of glee and delight

The Milky Way
awash with color

The stars will glow bright
as if they were daisies

I want to sing with you
thousands of songs

Before an audience
made of constellations

Befriend a shooting star

And tell her in secret
how happy you make me

Somewhere deep in space

I want to float by your side

I want to feel joy and bliss

The Northern Star
will watch us fly by

And will wave to us
when she sees us glow

And the Ursa Major
will see our love

And will also sing this song

Somewhere deep in space

I want to float by your side

I want to feel joy and bliss

The Northern Star
ill watch us fly by

And will wave to us
when she sees us glow

And the Ursa Major
will see our love

And will also sing this song

LIKE THE IVY

You are like my shadow

Whatever I do,
you follow me around

And when the sun goes down
you'll disappear

You're the fool that
the King lends his crown to

Just yo watch people
stare and laugh at him.

You're a painting forgotten
in the back of a dollar store

That someday a bad painter
copied from a work of art

Just a counterfeit

Just a parasite, a bird of prey

Just a beggar picking up
what others leave behind

You're like ivy to me

You drink my sap
just to cling to life

You may cover some wall

But you'll never bloom

You've always wanted
to be more like me

To take my place
and make a name for yourself

But all your ambition
has gotten you

Was to live in this song
just for a while

Is that her?

Good.

At last, we're all here...

I would like to make
the introductions,

since many of you are meeting
each other for the first time.

Mr. and Mrs. Malpensa,
from Milan.

Mr. Rubinstein.

Reverend Willis.

Professor Mauricio Garcia,

whom I've been telling you
about for weeks.

And, lastly,

Flavia,

the rare piece
in our collection.

I believe everybody
has met Marcos.

I don't have much more to say.

I would like to thank you all
for being here...

and assure that I am very proud
of hose sitting at this table.

In conclusion,

I would like to tell you that,
undoubtedly,

today's meeting...

will be a turning point
for everybody here...

Will be a turning point
for everybody here...

of tomorrow and forever.

The rest will be explained
by professor Garcia.

He needs no introduction.

Suffice it to say,

he's one of the top 5 leading
researchers in the world...

in animal toxins.

I can assure you
we're in very good hands.

Well, I am very humbled
by our friend's introduction.

I hope it's not a problem
if I speak in Spanish.

I think that...

Speak Spanish.

Fine.

First of all, I'd like to say
that I'm very surprised...

by the results of your research.

It's been almost 10 years...

since I've been researching
scorpion toxins,

and I wouldn't have reached
these conclusions...

if I hadn't crossed paths
with Isabella and all of you.

As you all know,

what is commonly known
as "science"..

Is mostly a conservative,

fearful and short-sighted
discipline.

That's why it's stimulating
to come across people...

that are willing to take risks
outside the realm of science...

and willing to go through
extraordinary experiences.

But let's cut to the chase.

According
to what Isabella told me,

most of you know or have tried
the D1-metatoxin.

All of you are aware..

Of the consequences
D1 has on our bodies and blood.

This, gentlemen,

is the D2-metatoxin.

I can assure you...

that this is
to our experiences...

what the appearance
of Wolfgang Amadeus Mo art...

was to the story of music.

That's music to my ears.

But most importantly,

what could really revolutionize
everything we know so far...

and make our lives change
forever, as Isabella said,

are not the immediate
consequences of the substance...

you're holding right now
and will try in a few minutes.

What is really important here
is that D2 is the key.

Let me explain.

The D2 is a compound...

made with the toxins
of highly venomous species...

of middle or large range,

basically,
Centuroides and Buthus.

Its formula
has a distinctive feature:

it admits species
of the same toxicity level,

but of a lesser range.

Sure, you may think, "So what?

"The lesser range species
no longer exist."

But you would be wrong.

That's when the specimen...

of the lowest range known to us
pops up:

the Leiurus centurionis,

the legendary
centurion scorpion.

And that's when she
makes her appearance,

Flavia.

If we're able to introduce...

the toxin of the centurion
scorpion into D2,

we would be speaking...

not only of the known
psychophysical consequences,

but of cellular regeneration,

or even autonomous
cellular regeneration.

The goal set by Science
from its very beginning,

and that quackery
we call "science" today...

has forgotten about:

eternal youth.

May I ask you a question,
doctor?

Yes. Please.

Can we see a specimen
of the scorpion?

Flavia has the specimen
in her custody.

And how do we know
it's still producing the toxin?

Well

the specimen is momentarily
in its regeneration stage.

It won't produce the toxin
for another months.

The toxin is here.

The toxin is here!

Fermenting in her blood!

It's in her bloodstream!

Active for 3 months!

2 more months
than the scorpion!

Enough time until the Leirus
starts producing it again!

In 5 months,

you'll have
your centurion toxin ready!

This woman is our scorpion.

Any questions?

In that case,
it's time to begin.

It's getting late.

Me too?

Yes.

Not you.

Why? Is there something wrong.

Yes.

Something serious?

Very serious.

I want to be your joy

Your princess, your company

I want to be your solace

To take flight with you

Stop, stop.

What?

Is it imperative
to do that modulation?

What modulation?

"To take flight with you..."

What's the problem?

He problem is you
are no doing it correctly.

You are dragging the words.

The song is simple...

and you're dragging the words
unnecessarily.

Okay.

I won't "drag the words."

I want to be your joy

Your princess, your company

I want to be your solace

To take flight with you

I want to be your smile

Your lover, your Mona Lisa

Now what?

Is there any way
or you to sing it higher?

An octave higher.

Are you serious?

I sing low.

I always have.

What are you talking about?

I was wondering...

if it wouldn't be better
you sang an octave higher.

That's it, just wondering.

I don't know.
Get yourself another singer.

I was just wondering!
Just wondering!

Can you play the piano?

I want to be your joy

Your princess, your company

I want to be your solace

To take flight with you

I want to be your smile

Your lover, your Mona Lisa

And I want you
to leave your pain behind

I want to be your peace

No, no!

"I want to be your peace"

I don't get it.

I really don't know why
you insist on...

What? What is it?

What is it?

What you are telling me is
you want me to sing it like her.

Is that it?

Don't be ridiculous.

I don't kid myself.

I wasn't born yesterday.

I know very well how things are.

I know that,
if this was a story,

I wouldn't be the heroine.

I wouldn't even be
the enemy of the heroine.

I wouldn't scare anyone.

No one would care about me.

They would think of me...

as something functional
for the plot,

like some sort of engine
that no one really cares about.

I don't kid myself.

I wasn't born yesterday.

Even you think that.

You, who picked me.

You, who picked me
sparked this whole story.

This whole storm.

You don't know who I am.

No one knows who I am.

No one knows me.

Neither do you.

You don't know me.

I am Andrea Nigro.

Andrea Nigro.

Do you have something to say?

Aren't you going
to say anything?

Talk.

It's not easy.

It was never easy
to get away from her.

To get her out of your life.

I don't know anybody who could

To turn the page...

and at least buy the fiction
that life can go on without her.

That there are
other things beyond.

No.

She makes sure
you see it's not possible.

That there's nothing else.

The first time
I wanted to leave her,

do you know what happened?

I was at a hotel,

one of those flophouses...

here we spent our life
back then.

Small town fleabag hotel,
by the square.

Outside, it was pouring rain.

I think back then...

thought of love
as a battle, as a war.

A game where necessarily
one had to win,

and the other lost.

And I was the one
who always lost.

Time after time I lost.

I played my cards
with such ineptitude,

one could beat me.

Even a poor 17-year-old girl
could beat me,

who only knew
the haggard landscape...

I had shown her.

Even she could beat me.

Even she was going to beat me.

But I was determined
never to lose again.

I remember looking
over the hotel window:

the square,
in the middle of the rain,

and a couple
that as running hand in hand,

covering up with a jacket
so they wouldn't get wet.

And I thought:

"They are not enemies.
They are together.

"For them,
no one wins, no one loses.

"There is no war, no danger."

An I remember looking
er while she slept...

and thinking she was my enemy.

And I said to myself:

"I'm not going to lose again.

"Before I lose, I will disappear.

"I'll leave, any time.

"It's me who'll leave."

It was raining

It was the darkest night

Not even a star

Not even the moon

It was raining

My life already empty

Suddenly found something

It found your eyes

And so?

Came the famous night,

the night of the rain.

Talk.

It was that same night,

the same day of the hotel,
the rain and the couple running.

That afternoon,
I had felt brave.

I had seen things clearly.

And for a moment,
I had been happy.

Now, I was cornered by the rain,
like a rat.

She was also there.

And there was
nothing I could do.

Was then that I realized
she had defeated me.

That I had lost once more,

and I had lost for good.

And so yes,

I gave up.

I bowed my head and surrendered.

You were a carrier pigeon

You made me look up

And look outside

Thank you

My voice is drowned by tears

My desperate voice

Found its song in you

The strangest thing of all...

is that, from that moment on,
I started to feel good,

I started being happy.

From that very moment.

From the moment I understood
I had lost the war.

I thought:

"Maybe that is my destiny,

to lose the war."

I spent years
fighting against that,

escaping that.

And now, that found me.

"I already lost, I'm at peace."

And right there I began my life.

A docile life,
a prisoner's life.

Docile,

obedient,

humiliating.

Almost ideal.

Come on,
we've a long way to go

And a new day

Might find us together

You were a carrier pigeon

You made raise my eyes

And look outside

Until I came your way.

And made you rebel.

And I helped you escape.

And you were free.

And you were unhappy again.

And miserable.

Yes or no?

Yes.

And tonight the rain falls
like a shadow over our love

It seals our fate
like an oath, like a prayer

And who knows if life
will give us fortune or misery

Give me your hand, my love,
there is only you and me

Who is it?

It's me.

What are you looking for?

You.

Come in.

Thank you.

So?

Can I smoke here?

Smoke.

In my family,
we are 4 sisters.

I am the youngest.

When I was little,

my eldest sister
was some sort of queen.

She was strong, smug,
had these blazing eyes...

She didn't look
anything like my parents.

She seemed to be the daughter
of some ancient king.

Alexander the Great's.

Or some
Persian or Indian king's.

She sang.

Same as me.

By the way she sang,
everyone said...

she was going to be one of
the biggest stars in the world.

After studying for a few months,

all the best coaches
were already fighting for her.

By the time she was 15,
she was living in London...

and was offered
million-dollar deals.

My second sister didn't sing,
but she was brilliant.

She was tall and blonde.

By 13,
she had finished high school,

she was teaching people
a lot older than her,

and she exchanged letters...

with scientists
from around the globe.

My third sister was,
on top of brilliant, beautiful.

She was always beautiful.

Since she was born,
since the first day.

When she grew up
and became a woman,

no girl was a rival for her.

There was no man
who wasn't in love with her.

She only had to show up...

for the other women
to become invisible,

to become a bunch
of insignificant ants.

And then there was me.

Today,

all I know from
my eldest sister...

is that she's living somewhere
in Central America.

And she works at a bank,
I think.

You can imagine,
she doesn't sing.

My second sister teaches Physic
in a couple of schools.

She's single, I think for good.

My third sister married
when she was 19.

Nowadays,

she's married to a salesman
and lives in some rural town.

She had 5 kids,

and some years ago
she came to weigh 200 pounds.

And then there's me.

What am I trying to say by this?

I'm trying to tell you
I'm not brilliant.

Nor am I too talented.

Nor too beautiful.

I'm not even sure
I'm a good singer.

But I know how to survive.

I've learn to survive.

My destiny is to survive.

And I'm very good at that.

I want to tell you
it's not easy.

It's not easy at all
to get rid of me.

Do you want one?

Yes.

So if this whole situation,

I want to tell you
I'm not afraid.

Not only am I not afraid,
I am willing.

I can't wait for it to happen.

Do you want to go back?

Then go back.

We'll see how you

I wish you good luck.

But let me tell you:
I'll also be there.

Is that a dare?

You could say so.

A duel?

Yes.

Okay.

In a week.

There.

Okay.

I'll tell him.

I'll handle it.

As you wish.

I'll handle it.

Thank you for everything.

Will you let me out?

Someone will.

I came as soon as I could.
Did something happen?

Calm down.

Why did you call me?
What happened?

- Calm down.
- I'm calm, what happened?

Calm down.

I am calm. Where is Isabella?
Is she okay?

Calm down.

Where is Isabella?
Marcos, where is Isabella?

Calm down.

Marcos! What's going on?

Look over there.

What?

Don't you see anything?

Yes, a boat.

Look at that boat.

- Is Isabella on that boat?
- Take a good look.

Is Isabella on that boat?
Marcos, is she okay?

Calm down...

What is this?

Calm down.

Let me go, what's going on?

Calm down, it's okay.

Let me go.

I can't let you go.

Calm down.

We simply want
to ask you a few questions.

What questions? What's going on?

We can't let you go.

We have a couple
of questions to ask you.

I promise you,
once you answer our questions,

we'll let you go.

Let me go now.
What questions? What's going on?

We have a couple of problems
with your blood tests.

What? What's wrong?

The blood tests show the toxin
is not active in your blood.

You have injected it
3 weeks ago,

it should already
be on the bloodstream.

You saw the people
at the manor the other day.

It's needless to
how important it is...

for your toxin to be active.

So what's going, then?

Calm down.

A toxin as powerful
as the centurion's...

can't remain inactive in a body,

unless it's being rejected
for some reason.

Your blood results are normal.

So what's the problem? Please...

suspect there is
a psychological factor involved.

Flavia,

we need to know
if there's something, right now,

that might be affecting you.

Let me go.

Flavia,
we are going to let you go

but it's very important
that you think...

What are you talking about?

Flavia, calm down.

I don't know anything.

We need to know
if there's something, anything,

that might be affecting you.

I don't know anything.
Let me go.

Flavia...

Flavia, calm down.

Calm down...

Let me go.

Flavia, calm down.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Calm down.

Flavia, calm down.

It's okay, calm down.

Flavia.

Flavia.

Can you hear me?

Flavia?

Flavia?

Now you will answer all
the questions I'll ask, okay?

Flavia, listen to me.

Now you will answer,
do you understand?

Yes.

Flavia, I need you to answer.

Flavia, I need to know...

if there's something
troubling you.

Flavia, I need to know...

if there's something
that's upsetting you.

Flavia, something upsetting.

Flavia, I need to know.

I need to know if there is
something upsetting you.

What is troubling you, Flavia?
What is troubling you?

What is troubling you, Flavia?

She.

Who?

Who's she?

Who's she, Flavia?

She.

Flavia, I need you to tell me
who she is.

What is it
that worries you about her?

That they harm her.

Who can harm her?

Who can harm her, Flavia?

He.

How can he harm her?

How can he harm her, Flavia?

On the boat.

On the boat?

On the boat

She's on the boat.

What boat?

Flavia, can you tell us
the name of the boat?

On a boat.

A boat that is anchored
at the port.

He has her there.

Wait, I think she's talking
about something I said...

before bringing her in.

She's confused.

What's happening on the boat?

It's raining. It's raining hard.

She's mixing everything up.

And what's he doing on the boat

He's leaving.

He's leaving on the boat.

She's confused.

A wretched man.

He has nowhere to go.

He can't leave,
he has nowhere to go.

Is he leaving or not?

No.

He's not.

He can't go.

So?

So what?

So what happens?

I don't know.

This is preposterous.
There's no boat, she's raving.

Let's see,

let's try again.

Flavia, are they together now?

No.

And now
that they are not together,

is she alright?

Yes.

And when they were together,
she was not well.

Right.

And you are afraid that,
if they get back together,

she will be unwell again.

Exactly.

They're not
getting back together.

No.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

I'm sure they are not.

I'm sure.

Son of a bitch.

Son of a fucking bitch.

Son of a bitch.

Go to hell,
fucking son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Go to hell,
fucking son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!
Son of a fucking bitch!

That's enough.

Put her to sleep.

Erase all memory of this.

Go to hell,
fucking son of a bitch!

Go to hell,
fucking son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Go to hell,
fucking son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Go to hell,
fucking son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Go to hell,
fucking son of a bitch!

Find out.

I AM THE FIRE

Can you play the bass line
for me?

Come on.

Mids are a bit high, right?

Yes, add some...

Is it okay?

- Add more bass.
- Okay.

- Slap?
- What?

- Are you going to slap?
- I don't do slap.

I'm searching for you.

There, I'm getting some reverb.

Check your amplifier, guitar.

Are you going to try that pedal?

She should've been here
an hour ago.

Call her, see where she's a

Can you adjust that?
I don't like how it sounds.

Adjust that.

I think it's terribly
disrespectful.

Hello.

Hello.

Hey, sweetie.

Ow are you, Nigro?

Carlitos.

Be a doll, bring me some ice.

Hold this for me.

Get out.

Stop, let's do one thing.

You're going to play the first
beats without the bass drum.

Then, for the chorus,
you'll add the hi-hat.

That's right.

Know the lyrics, don't you?

Es, I know the lyrics.

Start recording.

I'm the fire stalking you

That will soon turn
your damned soul into ashes

I'm the poisoned arrowhead
aimed at your heart

I'm your menace, your ordeal

I'm silently looking for you
in the dark of the night

I'm madness, I'm the fuse

The bomb about to go off
that it's too late to disarm

I am the dagger

If you pull me out of your chest

Nothing will be left

the hatred, I'm Hell

I'm the messenger carrying
your eternal punishment

I am the winter that makes
your inner spring wither

I am the storm, the beast

The panther that slowly
creeps up on you

I'm the one counting the days

Until see you kneeling before me

I am Death

I've always lived in you
and you've never realized it

One day you made me cry

No

One day you broke my heart

No

I'm going after you
and I won't stop

Until we're face to face

No more

You didn't know what love was

I know it

But by force
you shall understand

Have mercy

That my fury, hatred,
contempt and spite

Are not my worst flaws

And what's that?

That I don't know how to lose

I was the trap, your sentence

I was the betraying coyote
who howls at the full moon

I was the hyena

The horrible animal that ate
your carrion while laughing

The venom

Your misery

The poison that secretly
got into your veins

In my sorrow, I know it well

I deserve it and now,
on my knees, I implore you

Do not be afraid

And if you still
doubt I'm honest

Look how I'm crying

You make me laugh

I don't believe you

I know your heart well

And that's why I can see
that you still love me

That in the shadows of your pain
there is still a flame

If that is true, you are dead

And with that flame I will burn
your deserted heart

You still love me,
still have you

I use your heart like a puppet
To entertain myself

Don't you shut it

To kill you or to love you

I don't know anymore
what I come for

An though you made me cry

Yes

And you broke my heart

Yes

Once again I fall

I can't stand not being
with you at night

Here I am

I don't know what love is

I do

Maybe I will never know it

You won't

But just to be with you again

I have to learn
one more thing

And what's that?

That I don't mind losing

I think we're done here.

I need to smoke.

Do you want me to go?

No, you stay, I'll handle it.

TO BE CONTINUED