Original subtitles

They were called "The Twins" because they were inseparable.

but they weren't brothers, didn't even look alike.

They only had in common a quiet gaze...

a suspicious look in the eyes, a lost stare.

"El Nene" was an upper-class family outcast...

the black sheep, a lost cause. His skin was very pale...

as if he had spent more time in jail than he really had.

Angel wasn't even from here.

He was heavy, laid-back, very superstitious...

always seeing bad omens and carrying out complicated rituals.

They first met at the bathrooms in Estaci�n Constituci�n...

where El Nene used to go looking for sex.

Angel was wandering around, penniless, nowhere to go.

El Nene offered shelter at his apartment. Moved...

and, almost like a warning, Angel confessed his secret.

I hear voices.

All the time.

Inside here.

Coming or not?

That night Angel and El Nene slept together...

and never separated ever since. They're just "The Twins", and...

...it's well known on the street, they work together or not at all.

Luck is strange, it comes when you least expect it.

Seven million, that's a lot of dough! Are you sure?

At least seven million. We have the salaries...

Flori�n Barrios was a tango singer, performed on radio and TV shows...

He even made a record. Soon he started using drugs.

His voice faded away until he lost it.

Nobody has to know this...

His cousin was a Peronist leader in the northern neighborhoods.

As a municipal official, he'd been in a finance commission meeting...

and learned every detail.

Flori�n needed to hire men that could be trusted...

a group of professionals to take charge of the operation.

What kind of guarantees you have?

- Otherwise, it can't be done. - I checked everything myself...

Fontana was the invisible man, the magic brain, worked in the shadows.

He was the only man in Buenos Aires able to arrange the robbery in 2 days.

One time, by mistake, Fontana was sent with political prisoners to Sierra Chica.

There he met Fernando Aguilera, "Nando"...

a lawyer and nationalist activist.

Cross it out. You have to recruit other people.

Guys who don't know each other without time to know each other.

OK, but I can't do without "El Cuervo".

Cross Baz�n out, then. They know each other too much.

Nando provided contacts with gun dealers, hideouts...

and, basically, arrangements with the police.

Have you heard about The Twins?

In gangster slang, "burying yourself" means to hide until it's time to strike.

"Bury yourself", disappear... until your time is up.

You have to wait till they leave the bank.

Don't worry about the guards, just two old men about to retire.

You must intercept them here, no matter what.

Do you understand, Cuervo?

So... it has to look like an accident or something...

so they don't react too fast, right?

Oscar Di Pasquo, aka "Cuervo", was chosen as the driver.

In this kind of operation, the driver is crucial, a passport to life or death...

the difference between escaping or getting caught.

Cuervo picked up a Chevrolet from a guy who bought hot cars to the cops.

He was addicted to painkillers, had nearly one bottle a day.

So he had a calm perspective on life, that made him an exceptional driver...

with a clear mind, and unrivaled cold blood.

Those days, Cuervo had an extra advantage...

an apartment in Barrio Norte he shared with Vivi, his girlfriend,

which worked well as a holdout.

El Cuervo guaranteed the place hasn't been tagged by the police.

Fontana was definite about it...

everyone should be there to prevent information leaks...

including Vivi, who was aware of the operation.

Want some?

There's nothing worse than the day before...

when everything is ready.

I want a bigger bill, you have one there?

Cuervo knows he should be resting to start fresh the next day...

he should be checking: car, map alternatives routes, shortcuts.

In those final hours, they try to sleep but can't...

their bodies squeak and feel sick.

There's nothing worse than the day before, Fontana thinks...

and sees visions. He's not sure whether Cuervo and The Twins...

are the right men for the job.

But it's late to get suspicious, they're buried in the apartment...

so there won't be any leak now.

From the beginning, Angel and Nene shared the bed.

But, lately, Angel refused intimacy without saying why.

Something between them has broken.

That's why they expect the robbery with renewed excitement.

When there's a job, The Twins are back.

THE FACT

Am�gdala: "tonsil". Amigo/ga: "friend".

Perfect timing.

Back up! Back up! Back up!

Out of the car, son of a bitch!

Get out!

The keys... the keys!

Don't move.

No!

Angel!

Angel!

Nene!

- Angel! - Nene!

Easy, easy... Cuervo!

- Where's the cash? - Help me!

No way pal, bring the cash and get him out of here!

- Shut your mouth. - So you're a little crazy, huh?

Motherfucker!

You're gonna get us all killed, son of a bitch!

You've never seen so much money, haven't you?

Who said you could break a seal, dumbass?

- Cuervo! - Coming!

Stop it, stop it, stop it!

Calm down...

Careful with the carpet, brother!

7 million in our hands, chief.

We entered through the garage, nobody saw us.

Did you want to paint the way with blood for the police?

- OK. I'll tell Vivi. - Why did you bring him?

A wounded man puts everyone in danger.

You know what to do in these situations, El Nene knows...

even the wounded one knows. What were you thinking?

- El Nene gave me no choice. - Who's giving you choices?

Me or a couple of fags?

- What's that? - It's for the pain.

What are you doing?!

Listen sweetie, back room closet, there's a bottle of whisky, go get it.

Let me see... don't move.

- Do you want to do it? - No, no, no!

- Then, fuck off. - Well, thanks for...

Fuck off! Are you deaf or what?

Sure you don't want a shot?

I prefer the pain.

Because of the voices. It keeps them in line.

Why do you have to clean? It's not like is your dirt.

Don't you have studying to do?

What would the two of us do in New York?

Because...

I can't speak a word of English.

You'll have to help me. By myself, I'd go nowhere.

Without you...

How do you say "mellizos" (twins) in English?

I found it. I found it.

Keep quiet...

Hang in there a little bit longer! Just a little bit, please...

Please... just a little bit!

Hang in a little more! Just a little more!

I've got it... I've got it!

Just a little bit... Don't move!

Just a little bit...

Look, look.

Remember what I said? Don't worry, I'll tell you when the worst comes.

Try to sleep now, it'll be good for you.

You're a doctor, too.

Just a patch. Nothing, really.

You two are husband and wife?

- Are we famous yet? - Yes...

in bold print.

Two police officers killed on duty, Aldo Racco and Sebasti�n Ponzi.

A criminal trio: Chaos, Destruction, and Death.

They were waiting for us.

When I got to the truck, they were pointing at me like this.

If Angel hadn't been there...

It's really obvious.

They kill us, let Cuervo go, and say he run with the money.

Who wouldn't believe it?

They wanted to screw us over, that's for sure.

Nando will come. Let him in.

I liked it...

the trio's name,

Chaos, Destruction, and Death.

I'm Chaos.

El Nene was watching.

- Right now? - Yes.

He'd be looking at me, I told you he's a fag.

Sure... all cute guys are fags, right?

Hold on a second! You're putting me down?

Cause I've got a great ass in case you haven't noticed.

Why don't you call him?

You want a double fuck, huh? Slut.

Yeah, yeah.

Calm down, calm down.

- Did I say something? - No.

Have you heard the latest news? We're terrorists.

And who says that?

Chancho Aguirre, just now, on the radio.

"This gang has the M.O. of clandestine organizations... "

Everyone wants an interview, Captain here... Captain there...

El Nene says it was a setup.

They were almost killed.

He knows we'll have to take a hit because of him and he...

he must be afraid we make him pay.

Honestly? We should.

So you're saying we should turn them in?

We could just kill them.

Who's going to do it? You?

It's no use. Aguirre knows the die is cast.

Aguirre has only one way out, to kill us... to kill us all.

There's much more at risk for him than his cut.

If somebody finds out he was part of this...

we're dead. And that includes you, Nando.

We're lepers. Cop killers.

To Uruguay. As soon as possible...

and with all the money.

For the police, the cash-carrying truck robbery became an obsession.

The death of two officers was a hot potato in their hands.

- Got croissants, Elsa? - They're all gone.

It's such a busy day. Good morning.

They moved fast and with full force.

The usual suspects were the first to fall.

But only one thing mattered: getting results.

- Good morning. - Good morning. How are you?

No coffee for now.

Under pressure...

the officers involved let Fontana's name slip.

They didn't have a choice, and they couldn't contact him.

- Have you seen Chancho Aguirre? - Yeah, he's at his desk.

All the evidence they had was a military machine-gun...

the same one Angel left behind at the scene,

and a witness who saw Flori�n Barrios firing a similar gun...

at a shooting range in San Fernando.

Flori�n was the only lead they had to get Fontana.

Flori�n was the key.

Let me go!

Let me go! Let me go!

Let me go, please! You're hurting me!

Now Vivi understands why Cuervo refused to talk about Uruguay.

But she feels no guilt for pushing him to tell her.

He should have resisted, kept his mouth shut.

And protect her from the truth.

Vivi always knew the truth was dangerous...

if she didn't, she wouldn't have talked.

Who's to blame then? Vivi thinks.

And she doesn't feel remorse. She doesn't feel anything.

If Cuervo kissed her right now, she wouldn't feel a thing.

THE VOICES

Buenos Aires, what a piece of shit.

Worse than Bilbao, worse than Marseille.

Buenos Aires is a prison, with streets like prison yards.

People walk in silence, looking out for their lives.

I wish I never have to come back there.

In English, "ojal�" means "I wish".

"I wish" means I desire.

I desire El Nene.

I wish he let go of Buenos Aires.

Like his city, he hates himself, he feeds on hate.

I want to save him. I could save him. Somewhere else.

You shouldn't smoke in here.

It's risky. The spirits might see the ember and haunt you.

- The spirits? - Yes.

Can the spirits swim?

They float.

And they also glow. That's why they follow you...

they think you're one of them.

Since when you believe in ghosts?

Angel's fingers always smell the same...

like fresh cut wood...

like gunpowder, like blood, like sex.

They bring memories: the bathrooms at Constituci�n...

the jobs, the road, cheap motels...

get undressed, darkness.

Thanks.

Mr. Losardo, this is Fontana.

What are you looking at?

Don't you know that cold makes it shrink?

You want to keep looking? Huh? Here, look!

Have you seen the pictures?

Have you?

They're everywhere.

- I'm doing this for you, OK? - Yes.

The slightest hitch, and I know where to send the bill.

You stare cause you're a retard or because you're a fag?

Or maybe it's both? Tell me.

Hey, come on... I'm curious.

It's a scientific inquiry! I catched it from the old man.

Is there a direct relationship between your mental laziness...

and your queerness? Or you were born under a bad sign?

That's serious bad luck, man.

Angel! Stop it! Stop it!

We can't... we can't. Angel.

Were you born queer or it's an acquired taste?

Hey, "Gallego"!

Did you hear what he said? I'm not a retard, you idiot!

- He called me a... - Fag!

I called you a fag, Gallego. Nothing else.

I called you a fag, you asshole!

Hey, motherfucker! I don't kill you because of the old man.

I'll shove this up your ass! Hey, motherfucker!

You've got to hide for... five days, at least.

I need some time to get those documents.

And, given the state of things, much discretion is needed.

We'll communicate via Nando, OK?

It's better.

You see this face again, it's a bad sign.

- We can't wait that long. - Five days...

ten, a hundred...

it makes no difference to you.

You're moles now. I want you locked and far from the sunlight.

Cuervo, do you know what's to do here? What's good?

Hookers.

Hold on. Look at this...

- You have their phone numbers? - What else can I do with the book?

Gabriela, Gladys, Gloria... they're all whores!

The most complete book of the Southern Cone, Nene.

Weren't you in love?

Vivi owns my soul but my dick comes with me.

From what I saw, not all of it.

"Search for bloody band continues. "

"It's possible that... blah, blah, blah. "

This is an Argentine paper. This other one, however...

"Argentine band is sought in territory... "

It's a paper from Uruguay.

Can you see? See yourselves?

Fuck!

This clearly shows that, first, they know we're here...

and, second, everybody can recognize us...

- They caught Vivi... - anyone!

In the street, the neighbors, being at the balcony is risky!

- I must do something. - This implies that, first...

it implies that you didn't follow my orders.

I ordered you not to tell anyone.

She should've never known we were coming to Uruguay.

In these conditions, our discretion is essential.

If you want a smooth and quick exit from this country...

you must comply with a number of basic rules.

These aren't formalities, but the difference between life and death.

Rule #1: we're invisible, nobody can see us.

don't come out, don't show yourselves.

Rule #2: we're mute, nobody can hear us.

The world must think this apartment remains empty.

Third and last rule: we're alone...

the outside world simply no longer exists for us.

Let me take a look at that wound.

Let's see.

It looks much better.

You're not studying. You should.

What do you want me to study?

English.

We'll need it by the time we get to New York.

We must speak perfectly. So we can pass for...

Our ID's will have other names? Did the old man say...?

I want to choose my own name.

With a different name, the voices will get confused.

Talking to me? "Wrong, wrong... "

You've got the wrong guy.

Angel? What Angel? No.

I know I'm hurting him, and I don't want to...

but I can't help it.

I also feel like it, I want him too...

but it's not possible.

It's not the voices. They say "yes", say "no"...

They yell at me: "fag", "queer", "saint"...

they try to confuse me, but I know what to do.

We must keep our milk, milk is sacred.

El Nene doesn't understand I'm saving him.

If we run out of semen, we lose God.

Milk is sacred.

Wait. Most of the time we wait.

Wait it's time for the hold up, wait until the search is over.

Wait to take the money out.

Time can be exhausting...

a lost battle.

Just like in jail, you wonder how to fill time.

What are you looking at?

I'm sick of your 'tough cop' attitude.

You can't count on your body...

you can't fuck, can't cry.

They're watching, they're all over you.

The only thing left is your head.

And you think bullshit, but you think nonetheless.

If I had to explain everything I thought in jail...

it would take as long as the time I spent inside.

You imagine things. Imagine what you've lost...

what stayed outside when your life was put on hold.

A robbery, step by step...

a thousand times, like a movie.

Building a house, brick by brick.

A woman. Details of the encounter...

words, movements, colors.

You live in your head, that's what you've become...

a head, a skull.

In prison I went queer, became an addict, a gambler,...

Peronist, learned to fight dirty, to play chess...

beat the shit out of a guy who looked at me the wrong way...

make figurines out of cigarette wrapping paper...

to fuck standing up, lose myself in a book.

And you keep building houses in your head...

to blow them up later.

We entered Uruguay without papers, we can leave without them.

It's not only about the papers...

it's the logistics in Brazil, the houses.

You'll be strays. Who will give you shelter?

It's not such a big deal, just a couple of days.

You really think they're in shape to stay for a couple of days?

Do you know who is here, right now, in Uruguay?

Chancho Aguirre.

Here in Montevideo, with Interpol.

I told you, didn't I?

You don't fuck with Chancho Aguirre.

He wants... all the cash...

Talk to Losardo, put pressure, that's why I pay you for.

We have to leave, the sooner the better.

- Nervous. - What?

Your coughing. It's nervous cough.

it used to happen to me, when I was a kid.

Steam baths help relieve the congestion.

- Where do you think you're going? - I need some air.

Have you gone mad? Didn't we agree that...

Two days, we agreed.

Then they were 5, now it's 7, or 10, or 20.

I'm surprised you're acting like this.

More surprising is that we keep waiting.

Why are we still waiting for the passports?

Because our photos are all over the country...

Because we're chased by police of all kinds...

Because they want to revenge the death of two of them.

They want money... is that enough? What's wrong with you?

You're not like the others.

You think, you use your head.

Do you know what my head is telling me?

Any minute, they kick that door down and shoot us all.

Why so sure the Uruguayan will not turn us in...

to get a bigger cut for himself? - There are codes of conduct.

I know only one.

The one that says: save your ass at any price.

I want to take a walk outside, just for a while...

now that I can.

- So, you like? - I don't know.

With these glasses I can't see shit.

Bastard! Jerk! Son of a bitch! Go fuck yourself, motherfucker!

Let's go.

- What are you having? - Here?

Yes here. Where else?

Beer?

- Something stronger. - Whisky?

- No, stronger. - Pure alcohol and a match?

Get tokens for the shooting game. Loser pays the next round!

Don't take too long.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Come inside and see.

See the mermaid, half-woman and half-fish!

Come and see her.

Two pesos only. Only two pesos, sir.

Come inside and see.

Ladies and gentlemen, come in and see for yourselves!

How much would you pay to know your destiny?

Pay what you want. The gipsy will tell you everything...

Everything. About love, about life.

No, this one.

OK. Whatever.

What do you see here?

What do you see here?

Two pesitos.

Blood of Christ!

WHAT IF YOU DIED TONIGHT?

What are you staring at?

Homo.

Bent.

Are you listening?

Pervert, faggot!

What? Huh?

Sodomite.

Scum bag.

You're gonna cry?

You're gonna cry?

You bailed out on me! I kept looking for you.

I ended up in a movie theater!

You're bleeding, let me cure the wound.

It's me!

You know, in Africa...

they use a simple technique to catch monkeys.

They make a small hole in a box and place a banana.

A monkey puts a hand through the hole, then tries to pull out...

but he's stuck. The hand and the banana are bigger than the hole.

There's a simple solution...

to drop the banana. But they don't do that.

They stay trapped.

Got it?

Sometimes, being smart means giving something up.

How curious...

I thought it was a tale about human nature...

...how invariably betrays us. - Take it any way you want...

but think about this, Chancho Aguirre's pressure is fierce.

- Now, if you give him the money... - You really think that will end it?

- Well, if I didn't... - Why are you telling me this?

Why not tell Nando instead, your contact.

Good boy Nando, good boy, but the man is cracked.

Once cracked, always living in a crack.

Some people can't handle it! Look. If Nando gets caught...

then pack and vanish, don't hesitate. God forbids.

He's the only lead Chancho has to get to you.

So, what do you think?

Ken Brown, Hi-Fi, diamond needle...

stereo sound, the music enters through both ears.

Listen to the orchestra... listen!

Do you know who tought me Italian? These guys!

Bobby Solo, Luigi Tenco, Modugno, Vianello...

Nene, never forget what I'm about to say: Gassman...

Just do Gassman. You do a little Gassman and the chicks...

211!

To call the police here, dial 211. I can make the call...

Central Police Department.

Angel.

Let me in.

Are you cleaning the wound, at least?

Are you going to keep doing this to me?

What should I do?

Tell me. What do you want me to do?

Talk to me Angel. Say something...

A bar full of queers.

Do they bother you?

- Just an observation. - I've seen you here before.

"Just an observation."

You're not from here... Argentinian?

"Vos, vos, vos" (the argentine 'you')

want? can? kiss?

- What are you doing here? - I trade...

fabrics, cashmeres.

And... you? What are you doing here?

I live here. This is my home...

my bed, my pillow.

Let's sleep together.

You're cute, "porte�o".

When I first meet an attractive man...

I imagine what our kids would look like.

Pale, light colored eyes...

like sunshine.

What's your name?

Giselle, here. But you can give me any name you want.

I have two kids...

but they don't look like me. They look like my wife.

I love the way you lie to me...

The majority of men...

say they're single.

Like it wasn't obvious they're on an escapade.

You like men, huh?

It comes in phases, so?

You're by yourself?

I have a twin brother.

Angel. My only family.

He's always behind my back, says I protect him.

That's funny...

he knows me, son of a bitch, better than anybody.

He knows what I want before I do...

knows what I'm about to do.

But...

it gets difficult sometimes.

He's not an easy guy.

Suddenly...

he's not well, for instance...

and he won't talk to me.

He hears voices...

but he's not like... crazy...

the voices speak to him normally.

It seems they guide him.

Sometimes, I think I'm one of those voices...

inside his head.

I'm the moron because I can't understand him...

I wish I could.

I'd do anything for him...

anything...

I'd die for him.

You're in love, then.

Angel!

That's right, like that!

That's right! That's right!

I'm here! I'm here!

I'm here, yes...

At 21 she set up a kiosk, 22 got married, 23 got a kid...

the kid was gross, like one of those rotary sprinkles...

only with vomit.

One day the kiosk burns down, and she comes with the kid...

that kid was gross. Nene, give me a swig.

I told her: I've got no money but you can work with me.

She's like, "That's immoral... my principles..." Fuck the principles!

You've got to give the kid some food so he can vomit, right?

Easy on the gas, there could be patrol.

- Don't listen to him, go! - Are you going nuts?

Punch it, let's get out of here. C'mon, let's go!

To New York, non-stop! What is it 12,000 kilometers?

12 thousand? Come on! 12 thousand?

Listen, listen! Like in "Il sorpasso"!

All my life I wanted a baby like this. Gassman, Nene!

Vittorio! Keep that in mind...

- What are you doing? - I like you very much, Cuervo...

but not as much as to get myself killed on your account.

"Parla la castilla, lei?" (Do you speak Spanish?)

Next fuck up, and you end up on the road shoulder.

And Cuervo?

Now we have to be on his back, like he is...

And you are encouraging him, also.

Are you going out tonight?

What do you do when you're out at night?

I went to see a movie the other day.

Did you meet anyone?

Want mine? Let me see.

I think that...

What?

Nothing.

It was rough, was it?

- Last night... - Nothing, the usual.

Your voices?

My voices? What's going on? Nobody else can hear them?

And you?

Do you hear voices laughing at you?

Pointing out what you do wrong? Confusing you?

That's wrong, keep like this, and you'll lose him.

He'll meet someone better, you'll see.

Hey, come on!

Go fetch him, I'll bring the car.

Get lost, asshole!

It's not the same from here, they look like a Gancia TV ad.

One time I got wasted on Gancia...

I thought I'd see blondes in bikinis all around me.

Instead, I was hospitalized.

But I fucked a nurse with a big ass... beautiful.

We're leaving, gentlemen.

Want me to choke on my drink? I don't see the old man here.

I'm sick of everybody giving me orders!

We are leaving.

Now I get it! You brought me to be your chauffer.

I might be out of line, brother. But I've got feelings here inside.

You think it doesn't hurt?

You think I don't miss Vivi, seeing you in honeymoon?

I'm not blind...

I have to drive you around, take you to see the beach...

Look at that hickey!

You don't get that mark lifting bags of cement!

A royal fuck up, right?

Gallego, I can guarantee it wasn't me.

I'd never fuck an ass that belongs to a friend.

Or it's his ass?

Who fucks who here?

Look at me!

Why don't you look at me?

Don't do it Gallego! It's gonna be a mess.

Then you're saying I screw up, but you guys are worse, man.

Come on, Gallego, don't be stupid. Please, please!

That's it, give me the gun! Very good...

Everybody down on the ground!

You, in the middle! Down to the ground, nobody moves!

Can I help you sir?

Listen, sir!

There's quite some history on your skin.

I read you like a book.

An open book?

- Without an ending. - You really think so?

I can't read anything here, it's still blank.

It's a bit uncomfortable to write there.

- I can help. - How?

I write on you, then you write on me.

Is this a business proposal? I have nothing to give.

You don't know that.

I better leave.

- It's not good for you. - Are you scared?

So? You're not the only one. Out of fear we're like this.

And you love being mounted!

Hit me. It won't be the first time or the last.

Hit me! You think I care? Pain goes away, it disappears.

Come on! My turn. Let's play your game, hit me for a while.

- Go, leave me alone. - Come here...

Leave me alone.

- I wasn't going to hit you, I swear. - You don't understand anything. Go!

I swear, I wasn't going to hit you. I don't know what happened.

It's not because of you. Leave me alone.

I want to die.

- You're not going to die. - Shut up, don't lie to me.

- You're not going to die. - What do you care if I die?

- Leave me alone! - Enough!

You don't get it, you idiot. I want to die, go!

Please don't lie to me. I'm the one staying alone, and it's worse.

I've got a lot of money.

I need to get out of here, there's not much time.

My brother left...

Come with me.

I want you to come.

What can we lose?

Is it too late or too early in the day?

I was waiting for you.

Waiting for me?

I'm splitting.

They caught Nando.

This place isn't good anymore.

It's my part only.

And the guys?

Sleeping. I was waiting for you.

Why me?

You can't even talk with them...

...they can look after themselves. - They don't know anybody here!

They have Tabar�. He'll be more useful than me, that's for sure.

Losardo, the Uruguayan, says we should return the money.

I don't know. And if I have to choose between doubt and money...

I'm surprised, honestly...

- I didn't expect this from you. - What else can I do?

Staying is suicide, if you stay is suicide. You know that.

Everybody takes care of his own ass. That's the best.

Are we going to kill each other?

Don't get yourself killed over this. It's not worth it.

BURNT MONEY

Good morning. Can I see your papers?

What are you doing? Tell me, what are you doing?!

Freeze! Police!

Come on! Let's go! Nene, lets go!

- What the hell happened? - Hurry up!

Hold on! Hold on or I'll kill you, son of a bitch!

- What are you doing, Gallego! - Are you crazy?

Go fuck yourselves!

Motherfucker! I'm an idiot!

I'm an idiot for trusting you!

Fucking retard, goddamn son of a bitch!

Coming!

I'm coming!

I thought you wouldn't come.

Calm down.

Everything's fine. Nothing's changed. One last favor.

You've got to believe me. It's true.

I didn't have a choice.

Don't look at me like that.

If it wasn't an emergency, I wouldn't come. I swear.

- It's pretty good. - Now she'll get some groceries.

You're going soft. You let Tabar� go...

who must be spilling his guts out.

You shot a record player...

now you let this bitch go? The minute she sees a cop...

Is it really you?

It's me!

Angel!

I'm gonna go psychotic...

and loose it badly.

Do you hear me?

ARGENTINE BAND'S HOLDUP. VIOLENCE AT THE BEACH.

I wanted to tell you.

You should leave for a couple of days. Got a place to stay?

Who cares where I stay? You got me involved in this!

- It's two days, tops. - The police won't care less.

Then we leave, just like we planned.

- Have some money for a hotel. - I knew you'd say that...

that's what the whore needs. As long as she has money...

Why did you lie to me? All you wanted was a house.

OK. I'll leave, then.

You're leaving? Where?

You don't get it. You won't get too far with those two.

My cousin has a house in Rio Branco near the Brazilian border. It's safe.

I know how to cross avoiding the controls.

We could go. But not all of us, not with them.

The police is looking for 4 men. A couple stands a chance.

A man and a woman. You and me.

- Would you do that for me? - Yes.

- You could get killed. - Yes.

What do you want, Angel?

This is Angel? Your twin brother?

I'm Giselle. He told you about me?

I can see he didn't. Giselle is a secret.

But he told me about you.

He said you hear voices. What do they tell you?

- I'm curious. - Shut up!

He suffers because of you. Did you know that?

He can't understand you. So he wants to leave with me...

because he can't stand it anymore. We were... - Shut up!

Let her talk.

Angel!

Wait here.

You have to choose.

You fag! You fucking fag!

Get out of here, it's better for you.

Fag!

Careful who you talk to.

If you snitch on me, I'll chase you to the end of the world.

If you snitch on me, I'll find you, I swear.

It's me. It's me.

Forgive me. Forgive me.

Please forgive me.

- She's gone? - Yes.

- Is she coming back? - No.

- Did you care about her? - No.

It was just a place to hide.

"Truco" to that shit!

Piece of cake! "Nenito", baby! Let's teach Gallego...

Hey man, you know how to play "Truco"?

It's the national game. You must play to understand Argentinians.

First, you need to learn some rules. The strongest cards are...

ace of swords, ace of clubs, seven of swords...

- Aren't we leaving? - Relax! It's early...

Then you have "envido", you need to know the score.

For example, 27, you see?

After you learn all the stuff, with "Flor", without "Flor"...

Hey, Gallego!

After you learn the rules, shove them up your ass!

Rules go to shit. You have to bluff!

The best bluffer wins. "That is the question".

Nobody's there.

- Don't pick up. - Maybe it's one of your friend's clients.

Let him in, and we take all his money.

Who's callling?

- It's the police. - Selling raffle tickets?

Lights off! Get the lights off!

Fontana, Salvo, Di Pasquo, Brizuela.

We know you are here in Apartment 9!

The building is completely surrounded.

Chances of escape are nil.

Hand over your weapons!

- Did you check the corridor? - Cops everywhere. Also on the roof.

- They're like a thousand. - This is what we've got.

One bullet for each cop.

The Third War. About time!

Stay calm. We have the cash, they can't touch us.

The whole Montevideo police force must be down there.

Get to work, bunch of bums!

Give me a swig. One swig.

- Let's shoot them. - Hold on! I'll tell you when.

Chancho!

We have your cash!

In order to announce your surrender

wave a white cloth out of a window or...

pick up the phone or intercom receiver.

If no answer is given, we will be forced...

Shut up for Christ's sake!

Burn everything you can, so the gases go up!

Bravo!

- Bravo! - Bravo!

You look like The Last of the Mohicans.

22nd Precinct.

Yes, she's ready.

Perfectly, yes.

You can go now.

I don't hear them.

The voices... are gone.

Perfect silence.

Why are you whispering?

So they don't wake up.

What?

You lean on me and I get a hard on. It's automatic.

Me too.

Not the best timing...

We were close.

What do you mean "we were"?

We haven't surrendered.

We still have the cash.

It's time! You go first. I've got you covered.

Angel!

- Angel! - I'm fine!

Come back!

We're coming.

Are you nuts, Gallego? I'm already dead, go away!

Angel!

Cowards!

How much do you make in a month?

You're gonna get killed for...

I'm rich!

I'll die swimming in cash!

Angel!

Are you deaf?

Come on, finish me off and go! Come on!

They could patch me up and send me to jail, Gallego!

Angel!

Give me the gun, then.

I'm rich!

These men have displayed an unusual level of violence.

We are live at the scene, thanks to an unprecedent production effort.

The four Argentinians still resist law enforcement.

Armed forces suffered casualties, but there's no official report yet.

The shooting hasn't stopped.

Special task forces will break into the building any time now.

Hey, look at this.

Son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch.

Burn!

Do you want the cash? Do you want it?

Come and get it, motherfuckers! Come and get it!

- Chancho! That's it. - Come get the money!

Come and see how the money blows!

Burn, piece of shit!

Burn Chancho!

Burn Chanchito! Burn!

Look, look!

Come and get us motherfuckers!

Motherfuckers!

Here's your money!

This is what you wanted? Here's your money!

Here's your money, motherfuckers!

It's here. Right. You want the money?

It's right here!

Look at your money! Motherfuckers!

Look at your money!

Come and get it!

Watch out!

Nene, are you okay?

Yes, and you?

Yes.

Don't stand there!

Nene, listen to me!

Are you listening?

I'll take you out of here.

I couldn't leave without you.

Can you imagine Chancho's face when he finds only ashes?

I hear...

voices.

Shut up!

That's it. No more voices.

You don't hear them...

...right? You don't.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee

blessed art thou amongst women

and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death.

Of course...

always, always! What did you think?

We're almost there.

In a couple of minutes we'll be far from here.

You'll see. You'll see.

We'll be far away.

You'll see... we'll be far away.

THIS IS A REAL STORY. IT TOOK PLACE IN BUENOS AIRES AND MONTEVIDEO...

BETWEEN SEPTEMBER 28 AND NOVEMBER 4, 1965.

ONLY THE NAMES AND SOME EVENTS HAVE BEEN MODIFIED.

Subtitles and Translation: LouCid.