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Attention!

Open the doors!

Bakery, open the doors.

Laureano Irala - Swindler. Sentenced to 10 years in prison.

Domingo Santal� "The Kid" Forger

Sentenced to 4 years in prison

Julio Bordiola "The Professor"

Murderer. Sentenced to life imprisonment.

Camilo Vallejo. Anarquista.

Sentenced to RECLUSION PERPETU A.

Open up.

The machine broke down again.

Omar Zajur "The Turkish". Murderer, kidnapper.

Sentenced to life imprisonment.

Belisario Zacar�as "Pampa".

Sentenced to life imprisonment.

Close it.

Tomas Opitti. Anarchist. Sentenced to life imprisonment.

The door!

Come on, Musoli, let's go!

15 minutes. Good luck.

STATE PRISON EDICT. HYGIENE. ORDER. DISCIPLINE. HARD WORK.

Come on, come on!

Hey! Where are we?

Up! Come on, Kid!

Come on!

Be quiet! Where the fuck are we?

Hurry up!

Come on.

- Come on! - Here.

- Come on. - Here, take these.

Come on.

Pampa!

- Pampa! - Turkish!

- Pampa, you there? - Take your clothes off. - Zacar�as!

- Pampa! - Turkish, come on!

Turkish, get out!

The clothes.

- Hurry up, hurry up! - Come on, Vallejo.

- Come on, Turkish! - Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go, come on!

Pampa!

We must go.

Pampa!

Pampa!

Let's go!

Pampa!

We have no time!

It is a vice to trust in plans.

I thought we had foreseen everything...

...even failure. But I never thought that instead of...

...coming out in an empty plot of land as we had planned...

...we'd end up in a coal store.

Nor that the poor old woman'd be literally scared to death.

7 prisoners ran away. 3 sentenced to life, 2 anarchists...

1 with life reclusion and an asshole that was about to be freed.

Once we were free, each one of us rushed into his destiny.

But two of us had dates that couldn't be put off...

...and were ready to kill or die for them.

One of them was Vallejo, the anarchist.

Do you want us to tell anybody?

Who?

We only have a nephew in Mendoza.

I don't know his address.

Did you see if anybody was waiting for them?

What?

I'm Police Chief Duval, was there anybody outside?

- Outside, where? - In the street.

Excuse me, sir.

I'll take these ones.

Those files can't leave the prison.

Neither could the prisoners. If you need these, they'll be in SocialOrder.

Chief!

One of them got stucked in the tunnel.

- Bye, my friend! - Opitti?

The other man who ran away just to carry out his plan...

...was Opitti, the pilot...

...who flew away in his plane and vanished in the air for some time.

- Mr. Hoover, please! - Wait, Mr. Hoover.

"The Critics Journal"! Mr. Hoover, the American presiden, is here!

What is it?

- What is it, Vallejos? -This isn't the right place, too many people.

Somebody else should have done this. You've just come out of prison.

I didn't run away to go to a brothel.

We can still go back.

Hoover! Hoover! Hoover! Hoover!

Come on, let's go! Move!

A bomb!

A bomb!

A bomb!

It is going to explode!

Go away, go away!

Long live Anarchy!

- Any Yankees got hurt? - No. - Our men? - No.

This attack never happened.

STATE PRISON Vallejo, Camilo

Pablito, get in now.

Varela?

Varela?

Who is it?

What are you doing here?

Where's Pampa?

He got stucked in the tunnel.

We'll never know where they burried him. He'll have no funeral.

We were happy together.

You brought us misfortune.

We were unlucky.

You were unlucky, yeah, right.

We didn't know the German woman would die on us.

Maybe she died cause of Pampa's kick on her head. It was a lot of mone

It's not true that Pampa kicked her on her head

The talking went bad.

Don't tell me how you kidnapped her, I know what happened.

No, you don't.

We were burrying the German woman when the cops came.

- Burrying her, yeah. - Yes.

- We had the spade in our hands. - The spade in your hands.

You kidding me?

Look, bastard!

MURDERERS AND DEPRAVED Police caught them red handed

Feelings are feelings.

Feelings are feelings!

I don't want to see you here when I come back. Never in my life!

Zajur was a surly, cruel and at the same time...

...a sentimental guy.

He could never overcome the sadness for Zacar�as' death.

- What do you want me to do? - Move aside.

Kick it!

I always kept myself quite far away from feelings.

Even during the years I spent in jail, I thought...

...feelings could never reach me.

I thought that was an advantage...

...and made me feel superior to the rest.

I admit I watched the comings and goings of...

...the life of the others only as a witness.

I was persuaded that I followed their stories...

...only out of curiosity. - Hi, honey.

See you on Sunday.

Attention, line up!

Go in!

Close the doors!

Opitti, come here.

Forgive me for asking, Professor, how much time do you have left?

A lot. But I'm not in a hurry.

If we can run away, we'll build a monument to the forgotten ones.

- What? - A monument, don't you know what it is?

Baptism! Let's rape him!

Back off!

Go fuck your mother!

Here, Opitti.

- How do you know my name? - I read the papers.

Hide that watch, man. If they see it, they'll take it away from you.

I always thought that Domingo Santal�...

...being a professional gambler...

...would be ready to bet everything on a card.

I was wrong.

His story would be contradictory, and maybe surprising.

Is Mr. Escofet, the notary, in?

- I need to talk to him. - It's OK, let him in.

Thanks.

No, thank you. You've just made me win $100.

Make yourself at home.

I'm all ears.

Look, Mr. Escofet...

...I admit I failed you...

...and that it was only fair you maid me pay for it.

Did you run away to tell me that in person?

If you don't like it you may call the police.

Maybe it's not necessary.

You lost $100.

In the paper picture you looked healthier.

We got married in Uruguay.

I know you. I knew you'd come.

Would you work for me again, Kid?

If you behave well...

...you'll be safe with me.

If you think so...

- Where do you sleep? - I haven't felt sleepy yet.

We'll put him in the house on Triunvirato St. Nobody'll find im there.

Thanks.

Let's play a few hands. Some friends of mine are here.

Will you?

Let's see if you can spruce him up.

Look for something in the wardrobe.

A thousand more.

Don't you make me laugh again.

This is your share, from Escofet.

This is from me.

May be you need it.

There's no secret, when you sit at a poker table...

...you must be wide awake, tidy, clean-shaven.

You need a poker face, a woman to massage your back...

...some coffe, water...

...nothing else.

If you blink twice, don't wait till you yawn, stand up...

...put your cards on the table, count your money and leave.

- What if you are losing? - I've never lost.

If you are losing you kill the other one and that's all.

Give me that. It's okay. Turkish, look.

You had it here, Pampita.

Next time I'll eat your fingers.

Newspapers lie.

Yes, very often.

Will you believe me if I tell you I'm not an anarchist killer?

I'm a pilot, I work like anybody else.

I earn my living doing fumigations and a trip every now and then.

Do you believe me, Vallejo?

That morning I had to make a round trip to Rosario.

I didn't know the guy.

It's ready.

At 2 pm. We must come back, I don't want to fly at night.

I waited for him but he didn't come back.

I should have suspected something.

I got tired of waiting, so I came back.

I handed in the plane and I went home.

Hey! Quiet!

What have you got here? Come, show me.

- Are you hungry? - A little.

Come on, Jewish!

A mistake, a terrible mistake.

Put yourself in my shoes. The man you took to Rosario put a bomb...

...in a police station. 5 people were killed, 19 injured.

What else could I think?

That you were his accomplice, right?

A mistake.

But you'll never be free.

I can't run the risk, no way.

Most probably I won't die of old age...

...but if I let you free my life will be worth nothing.

I'm sorry for your wife and kid.

When I ordered them to hold the fire it was too late.

Please accept my condolences.

The police and the anarchists are the same human scum.

I'll get away from here, I don't know how but I'll get away.

And those 2 murderers, the chief and the guy who put the bomb, will pay

They don't deserve to live.

I'm an anarchist too.

I'd better tell you myself.

The break is over! Line up!

Door!

While preparing the runaway, I thought...

...freedom would change our lives in an extraordinary way...

...something I could not even imagine.

SOUBIELLE HOTEL

Afterwards, once out of jail, I understood...

...that none of us could get rid of the bindings...

...we had when we went to prison.

The toilet is there.

The Turkish come on the 14 th., they are four.

- On Saturday, Dr. Peiro... - Tell him we don't accept his cheques.

On the 25th., Vazquez, Quesada and Co.

And on the 30th., the game with Ganz.

- We'll put it off till I come back. - Is there anything wrong?

I want to know if that Ganz is as good as they say.

Be careful, Kid. You'll have to be in good shape.

I'm always in good shape.

Have a goog trip, Mr. Escofet. Excuse me.

I'll be gone only a few days, be good girl.

As usual.

You were so sure I was coming?

Not so sure.

When will the driver come back?

2 years, 3 months and 6 days, the time I waited for this moment.

You were expecting me to ask you to forgive me, right?

No.

It was my fault, I left you alone, ready for him.

He was the one who planted counterfeit money in your car.

He sent you to prison.

But he also asked me to let that guy beat me and I didn't do it.

He only wanted to get rid of you.

Maybe.

But I misbehaved.

So Escofet doesn't owe you anything?

- Who said that? - What does he owe you?

- Don't you know? - No. What does he owe you?

You.

So I am a debt between you two?

You are the only woman in the world for me.

It's no use. I'll never get it right.

I've arranged a game for you tomorrow. It's easy.

PENITENTIARY

Visiting hour.

I always knew you can't be vain in my business

And that you can't get carried away by self-esteem.

But I had gathered too much poison in jail. Maybe...

...that's why I couldn't help scorning those who had scorned me.

I'm sure it was a mistake, because, as we know...

...one thing leads to the other.

I still don't know if I regret it.

CO AL STORE. GOOD TIMES.

Is that you?

Is it really you?

We should've never come to this country, nephew.

If you knew... Those criminals...

7 HEAVY CRIMINALS BOLDLY ESCAPED FROM PRISON

Your poor aunt fell as stroke by lightning.

Murderers!

Beasts!

Those motherfuckers have already died.

I won't die without crossing all of them out.

It's okay, calm down.

Relax.

I'm sorry. I'm in such pain...

...that I haven't asked you how you've been.

Will you stay in Buenos Aires?

I don't know.

Don't go.

Don't leave me alone.

My son...

They have all left.

You are an artist.

I do my job.

You are unique.

- That's not true. - I don't think so.

Nobody can bear so much.

Is this enough?

- This is my share, right? - Right.

You can stay.

I'm alone.

No, not here.

You know I don't need cheating, Tabita.

As regards money, Escofet's always given me my share, I can't cheat him.

Try and understand, you know I was about to be released.

I didn't run away for the money but for you.

What are you going to do?

Play fair.

- I'll talk to him face to face. - Face to face?

With a gun at hand.

You could have already done that.

First I had to be sure about you.

Be careful anyway.

Why? Don't you like it?

Who gave you the gun?

Who kept it all these years?

Whose present was it?

"Order of the day # 175.

The director has decided that convict # 365, Zampallo, Carlos...

...in compliance with recidivism laws # 3385 and 4189..."

It's the third time that poor sucker tries it. Nobody can escape alone.

Nothing was ever achieved without fighting.

- A murderer is a murderer. - There'll always be inocent victims in a war.

"...as a punishment for his attempt to scape...

...and hurting two guards, the convict 'll spend...

...30 days in solitary on bread and water and...

...he will be immediately taken to Ushuaia Jail in Tierra del Fuego.

This order shall be executed right now."

- Door! - Line up!

- D'you still want to run away? - I don't speak in vain.

- I tell you, you'll get out. - Come along!

Door!

I've got some news.

You say it's DDT.

- It's for my job, I fumigate. - You fumigate.

I've already told you...

...the last time, we went to do propaganda to Entre R�os.

Entre Rios?

Yes, sir.

Entre R�os is big.

ENTRE RIOS AIRPORT

Open the gate, I'll take it inside.

Opitti!

It doesn't have the same taste.

Do you remember if your aunt put some thyme on it?

I think so.

Is there anybody home?

- You go, uncle. - I'll go.

DANGEROUS CRIMINALS RUN AWAY FROM PRISON

Are you sure you didn't forget anything?

A name... something you heard.

I never forget anything.

I have them here, and that's killing me.

Why did you cross him out?

That bastard appeared floating in the river.

How do you know?

- Some cops told it to my nephew. - If they say so.

When we questioned you, you said you were alone.

I was. My nephew came later on from Mendoza. If he had been here...

Have you caught any other?

Maybe.

I don't know what he wants. To open up my wound, that's what he wants.

Close the door. Let's have lunch.

Hello.

Could I get paid?

Come in, I'll pay you.

This is for you.

How's your uncle?

He's working.

This place could change if you invested some money on it.

- Don't you know if your uncle is planning to sell it? -I don't know.

If you know anything at all, let me know.

Bye.

What are you writing? You're always writing.

Things, uncle.

The apathy with which Chief Duval received...

...the news of my death gave me the illusion...

...I was surviving my own death.

Maybe that's why I didn't care much having changed...

...one prison by another, since the old man, Villalva...

...unbalanced by his wife's death, mistook me for his nephew.

Guard! Guard! Guard!

No way, we still are in the drain-pipes.

We should be on the other side, we are slow.

Slow my ass! Look at the Turkish, do you want to kill him?

- We are few. - So what?

- Sooner or later we'll get out. - For me it's not the same.

We'll leave this grave.

- And then we'll build a huge monument. - Yeah, right.

Yes, you can laugh if you want.

But I swear we'll build the monument.

I've calculated how long it takes to Corvina...

...to take the bread out, more or less 5 minutes.

More or less is no good, we must be accurate.

- How did you do it, Kid? - I counted his steps.

- His steps? - Yes, his steps. - The guard's steps?

No, my steps, you fool.

The church bell tolls 7 times and...

...and the guard leaves with the baskets.

He goes and comes back taking about 300 steps.

One step by second makes 300 seconds...

...300 seconds divided into 60 makes up 5 minutes.

That's the time we have.

Besides, at 7 a.m. the guard is changed, so they're distracted.

Is it clear?

- Clear my ass! -Right, my ass. We have a better idea.

Go ahead, Turkish. It's amazing.

The issue... is the pidgeon.

The pidgeon. It comes everyday and stands up at the window.

Just when Corvina and the convicts take out the baskests.

It's always the same pidgeon.

Same time, same place...

...like a clock.

What does the pidgeon do when the guard is about to come back?

What?

Exactly! It shits!

The pidgeon shits.

And from the moment it gets here to the moment it shits...

...there's 10 minutes. - What do you say?

What do you say?

More flour.

Let's talk to Bordiola. We must get a watch and stop fucking around.

Thanks for trusting me...

...but... I must refuse.

Why would I want to run away?

- Nobody is waiting for me. - Really?

I wouldn't lie to you. I'm alone.

- If you don't trust me... - No, it's not that.

We have thought of everything.

It's a pity.

We need another man.

A smart man like you.

No, I'm not the man for you. I bring bad luck.

No, man, if you don't trust us...

I'm telling the truth, Irala.

- I'm cursed. - Don't tell me you believe that nonsense.

You... don't know anything about me.

I am cursed.

And it didn't happen today.

My misfortune began a long time ago.

Professor Bordiola was going to give me his past...

...and he began by telling me about a death he never paid for...

...and that was the cause of his misfortune.

Migliazo.

Are you going to pay your debt with the doctor?

The doctor told me there was no hurry.

The doctor is dead. Now his godson collects his debts.

Get the money.

Relax, boss. It's easy.

What I have for you is here.

What have you done?

Do you understand my misfortune?

I hadn't been born for that.

The following day I left the bet business for ever.

But I could never forget that poor guy's face.

Money came easy...

...but I was 40 and I didn't expect anything from life.

And suddenly I met Rita.

I had reached paradise.

- Thanks a lot. - Good night. - Bye, thank you.

Rita!

They called her "The Girl".

Her name was Rita Baldini.

She was... a minor.

I still don't know how I got the nerve to persuade her family...

...but 3 months later she was my wife.

We were so happy that...

...sometimes I thought I didn't deserve her.

What's wrong, Julio?

What are you thinking of?

Of something I can't take off my mind.

Not even when I'm with you.

Won't you tell it to me?

No.

I fear you stop loving me.

I will always love you.

I have a present for you.

She loved me, I'm sure.

That's why I could never understand why she told me.

The guy was a rich kid, the son of an old partner of mine.

He took horses to Venezuela.

He paid well, never argued for the price.

His name was Cedeira.

What an animal, man, it's beautiful.

The Venezuelan was so distressed.

Just imagine. The guy had paid $100,000 for a stallion in Dallas.

"He's so vigorous, Cedeira," he told me.

The thing is that when the vigorous and beautiful stallion...

...was faced with the mare... nothing.

He went straight to the colts' field.

"Shit, Cedeira, shit! The stallion turned out to be a faggot!"

"Do you understand? A faggot!" I swear it on the Virgin of Coromoto.

Of Coromoto, Julio, of Coromoto.

In the Caribbean the best time of the day is...

...right before the sun rises.

The animals are silent, you can only hear the rumor of the sea.

And you look up and you see...

...the royal palms cut out against the sky.

Royal palms?

They are right. The royal palm is the tallest and...

...most beautiful palm tree on earth.

And as soon as the sun rises, as they say...

..."all that stuff bursts out, kid."

"The birds, the colors, the macaws!"

Do you understand?

The stallion...

...was a faggot!

Do you remember the stallion?

A faggot, do you remember?

A faggot, do you understand?

You can order the champagne you like. Bring the food, please.

The last deal we made...

...was for some mares that never got on board.

Will you tell me what's wrong?

I misbehaved towards you, Julio.

I behaved very improperly.

I've been having an affair with Cedeira.

We've been seeing each other at his hotel, but I don't care for him.

I know you won't forgive me.

But you are the only man I love.

We were so happy together.

I don't know why we had this misfortune.

Cedeira!

See? I'm cursed.

What's the use of running away?

Visiting hours.

Do you understand me, Irala?

No offense, Professor. I don't understand you.

You have a visitor.

Don't forget your cap.

Door!

Morano, you have a visitor!

You do as I say, eat properly.

We must hurry up, we are delayed.

We want to know if ther's one more.

- Why? - Because if it is true he must work in the tunnel.

If you don't like it, you won't run away. At least not with me. You decide.

I'm killing myself while this Galician does as he pleases.

Calm down. And eat.

Tell me, Turkish, do I fit in there?

- Do I? - Of course you fit in!

Bakery, open the doors!

Vallejo, what does he have to fix?

That machine, it keeps sticking all the time.

You've got an hour.

Come on, get to work.

Jesus, what is it doing here now?

It's a bad sign, it's got diarrhea.

I'll get you some lower limbs. Bye, man.

This way, please.

Don't chicken now, I've already paid him.

You wanted to see if Pampa was here, right?

Don't expect to find a whole body, only cadaverous material.

- At least his head. - No. Impossible.

The first thing students take away is the head. They are a plague.

This is what we've got.

- I wanted to give him a proper Burial Service. - We'll never find him.

- You are disgusting! - Come on, I need a smoke.

Here you are.

He ate and ate.

Pampa ate a lot.

When he couldn't defecate, I used to make suppositories out of soap...

...and I put them in.

Then he kissed my hands.

Will you stop it?

Pampa ate as much soup as he liked.

Sitting at this same table he ate 14 plates the last time.

He ate 14 plates of soup!

He did, but you are going tu burst, you ate 6 plates.

I'll have another one. I want more!

- More soup? - Yes, are you deaf?

Do you think that eating soup you'll bring my cousin back?

- There was only one Zacar�as. - Wash you mouth before naming him.

I'll name him as much as I please, he was my cousin.

- I said more soup! -You want more soup? Give me the bowl.

You are a human disgrace. Behave yourself.

- I behave myself. - Yeah, yeah.

You wanted more soup? There you are.

- I'll kill you, fucker! - No, calm down! Easy!

- Get off my way, dirty bitch! Back off! - I'll skin you!

Full of blisters.

Feeling better?

I'm perfectly bad.

I should have killed you.

You turned my man into a faggot.

A monument.

You don't work, you are good for nothing.

A monument.

A monument?

Pampa wanted to build a monument.

Cut it out with Pampa. He's dead.

Neither of us will have him.

He always told me...

..."If we manage to run away, we'll build a monument."

Son of a bitch!

I loved that man so much!

When will it be ready?

I'd like to wear it on Saturday.

You'll have your suit on Saturday, Mr. Duval.

To the police station.

He's coming back tomorrow.

- I'm going to pick him up at the port. - I imagine.

You imagine? So?

I'll tell him.

Maybe it's better I tell him.

No. This is a men's affair, face to face and alone.

He'll send you to prison again.

I don't think so. He likes money too much.

Escofet is really dangerous.

Do you really think after that you'll still play for him?

If he can put up with it, I will.

It's okay with me.

We'll go on like this.

What?

Nothing.

- What's the rush? -The game with Ganz must be tonight.

I insist, what's the rush? I had plans for tonight.

He's leaving town on Saturday.

We must be careful with that guy.

Santal� must be very sharp. Has he been sleeping well?

He says he's ready. You decide.

They say Ganz is very good.

They also say he's a vicious man, he can bet his own mother.

He wants to play without money or time limits.

For us 100,000 is the limit.

Okay.

Thank you.

- Ganz. - Santal�.

Open.

By three.

200.

One.

By two.

I bet 250.

I bet 250.

And 500 more.

300.

Diamonds.

Four queens.

1,000 more.

I cover it.

Kings and...

Three nines.

I need to freshen up.

- May I? - Of course.

What time is it?

It's 12 o'clock.

I cover it.

Double pair.

Straight.

May I stretch my legs?

No, thanks.

2,000.

1,000 more...

...and a box.

Played.

Straight.

Straight to the ace.

I'll need another box.

I didn't know you were married.

Leave it, it's private.

Is this private too?

Yes, it is. Put it away.

Were you looking for this?

One.

5,000.

5,000, Santal�.

5,000, Santal�.

How is it possible, Tabita?

- Why did you keep giving him chips? -I couldn't stop the game...

...'cause he was tired and losing. When he reached the limit...

...I gave him no more chips.

Santal�, motherfucker!

- Where's Ganz? - Waiting for the the 100,000 he won.

- I won't pay him. - I wouldn't do that.

This son of a bitch, Ganz, never sleeps?

Make sure Santal� doesn't leave.

It's a set up!

Santal� and Ganz set me up.

How could I be so stupid? Wait!

Tabita!

Wait!

Tabita, wait!

Tabita, wait!

Traitor!

Tabita.

The Ganz twins tore to pieces Santal�'s reputation as a gambler.

Tabita tore his heart.

It's curious how some men look for failure...

...without even enjoying failure when we get it...

...thinking we were betting on success.

Thanks, my son.

If it wasn't for you...

Relax.

A doctor will come tonight.

Isn't there anything else?

Everything alright?

So? Have you talked to your uncle?

- Yes. - What did he say?

The price is too low. No deal.

But your uncle must consider the store is in a very dangerous sreet.

The papers are in order, right?

You may have them checked.

I remember this one.

He died in the tunnel.

What a huge beast he was!

And this one... this one... Boom!

Did you tell your uncle I pay cash?

Did they catch the one in the hat?

Well... see you tomorrow.

I wasn't quite the right person to answer that question.

But he made me think again that for some of us...

...the years we spent in prison had only been a painful truce.

You can't forgive me, Julio.

Two years have gone by.

I'll never visit you again.

When my soul was in darkness...

...a light appeared...

...it was the morning star...

...that came down from the sky.

My sweet mother told me...

...God is sending you a star...

...because you are a good man and your heart...

Bordiola wants to see you.

Bordiola wants to see you.

Bordiola wants to see you.

Bordiola wants to see you.

Make a wish to the morning star...

...wish for what you really long for.

Because you are a good man...

...the little star will shine on you.

Wish on the little star what you long for...

...wish for your freedom.

I want to know if I'm still on time.

It's too late. We're leaving tomorrow.

We'd need money to get you a job in the bakery.

I have money.

Professor...

I'm glad you changed your mind.

We are leaving tomorrow.

We'll build up a monument. Of course we will.

Because you are a good man...

...the little star will shine on you.

Wish on the little star what you long for...

...wish for your freedom.

I want to tell you something.

We don't know how this will end and I haven't told you the whole truth.

The man you took to Rosario was my comrade Basile.

And I made the bomb that went off at the police station.

I don't despise our fight, but I feel responsible for what happened.

Basile died when they were torturing him...

...so you can take revenge on me.

After this, we'll never see each other again.

I want to talk to Rita.

Come in.

Rita left this for you.

"Dear Julio...

...my real name is Rita Migliazo.

The Baldinis adopted me because you made me an orphan.

When I was 10 I saw you kill my father.

Later on I looked for you...

...and I married you to take revenge.

But I couldn't.

That's the greatest prove I loved you like crazy.

I wish some day you can forgive me for what I did.

As I forgave you.

Good bye, Julio.

Your repentant girl kisses and hugs you."

She told the pharmacist the cyanide was for the ants.

And the poor man believed her.

...they all dreamt with the sky...

...they would see on the other side of hell.

All of them except one...

...were born from the earth...

...and only one of them...

...prepared his own burial.

Every convict is a fugitive...

...that makes man free through instinct.

You are 15 minutes late, Chief.

Fanny is waiting for you.

Seven men run away from nowhere...

Every convict is a fugitive...

...that makes man free through instinct.

Shout.

- Is everything okay, Dr.? - Everything is in order.

- His nephew and only heir can sell. - Okay.

You can count it.

Wait a minute.

Sign here, please, Mr. Villalba.

And the keys, please.

Won't you count it?

I'm a trusting man, that's my defect.

Enjoy it.

Thank you.

Are you going downtown, Villava?

No.

I'll go with you anyway.

- Good luck. - Thank you.

SOLD

I thought my punishment should end.

And that maybe I had already paid for Adela Villalba's death.

Although, frankly speaking, I don't know that...

...and I will never know.

Everything had ended.

Or almost everything.

Aren't you forgetting me?

Leave me here, on the corner.

Good luck, Irala.

Within its classic lines...

...it is a sort of materialization of Buenos Aires' soul.

Your Excelency, the president of the Argentine Republic...

...Gral. Agust�n Pedro Justo...

...on this glorious May 23rd., 1936...

...that the hearts of the inhabitants of out dear city...

...will remember for a long time...

...I have the honor of asking you to join me...

...to inaugurate this monument.

Go ahead.

MONUMENT TO THE PRISONERS WHO "ESKAPED"...

...FROM J AIL, APRIL 17th, 1928.

What an animal!

He spoke like that.

...a light appeared...

...it was the morning star...

...that came down from the sky.

My sweet mother told me...

...God is sending you a star...

...because you're a good man...

...and your heart is made of gold.

I think it's time to end this story.

Don't you waste your time looking for the traces...

...of this facts in the newspapers or in the official records.

But believe me...

...not everything I've told you is untrue.

You have my word as a swindler.

Based on the novel "THE RUNAWAY", by Eduardo Mignogna

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