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It's too complicated.

It's all tangled up.

Get in!

It's weird. Something's happening.

Pass me a cigar. Quick!

Your turn.

Blow, blow.

Come closer.

It's come undone.

Let's go.

Get in the car!

Why? - It's an order!

I don't owe anything, boss. - Get in!

Shut up, faggots!

Get into the car!

Get in! - Why?

Get in the car!

We are innocent.

For you, everyone is innocent.

We'll see if you're innocent or not.

You're leaving! - Where are you taking him?

Where are you taking him?

We're gonna check his ID, he's on the blacklist.

He's my dad, I'm not leaving!

Shut the door!

They're all worked up, you should come to my place.

I want to see my family, make sure they're OK.

They could kill you. You'd better come to my place.

We're just fishermen, we've done nothing wrong.

Are you sure? - Yes.

Take care. - OK. See you tomorrow.

Hey, where did you come from? - I was fishing.

Where do you live? - Here, near the village.

Go that way! - Why?

Tell me. - Move it!

Children!

Dionisio!

Rafael!

Carmen!

Children!

Children!

Dad...

Carmen, my child.

They took them away.

Death and Purification United Self-Defenders of Colombia

My sons...

On three, I'll see you.

On five, I'll tie you.

Your blood I will spill.

Your heart I will break.

Christ, look at me.

Deliver me from all evil

The enemy is coming

Oh, fair judge,

if he has eyes, let him not see me.

If he has hands, let him not touch me.

If he has weapons, let them not wound me.

Holy Cross of May,

that is held in honour in my house,

deliver me from evil

and from Satan.

Take them to my brothers.

Blessed Virgin...

take care of my father.

Go to the village, don't stay here.

Yes, Dad.

Pray for your brothers to appear.

Take care.

Buddy!

Buddy.

Drop it.

Stop searching.

The river is huge!

And they could kill you too.

Do you know something about my sons?

Have you seen Dionisio and Rafael?

Leave it in the hands of God.

Saint Anthony,

you who went into the bush,

who lost the rosary and the missal,

you met Jesus,

who consoled you

and gave you three virtues:

remembering what is forgotten,

finding what is lost,

bringing closer what is distant.

Do not forget me.

Help me to find my son Rafael.

Thank you, my son.

Do not fear, I won't abandon you.

This boy I love so much,

the one I constantly scold,

made me think yesterday

that I was just like him when I was young.

Only old Rafael's blows made me wiser.

He looks so like my father,

a man of great soul.

He looks so like my father,

a man of great soul.

It made him sad to see me cry,

so he'd give me a piece of sugar cane.

He argued with my mother,

for the poor thing accused him

of mistreating me,

said he should leave me alone.

Today I see in my son

all these old customs.

Today I see in my son

all these old customs.

Hi, guys!

How are you, man? - How's the fishing?

Just enough to eat.

Can you spare me a cigarette?

Here.

Did you see any bodies go by?

What are you doing here? Fishing alone?

This is my son. I'm looking for his brother.

He's tall, dark, has a patch of white hair...

Are you insane? The paramilitaries are nearby.

It's forbidden to remove bodies from the river!

They'll chop you up!

Let's go!

Remember, our paths never crossed.

Let's go, son.

Help me!

Help me.

Help me!

Help me, I've deserted.

I beg you, help me...

I'm looking for his brother.

My son Dionisio.

How long?

Four, five days.

Do you know anything?

No, nothing.

Those bitches are fierce.

They scratch us,

bite us, strike us,

they pull our hair.

We wake up covered in bruises.

It started with Toti.

A little kid.

He woke one day, screaming he had a woman in his head,

whispering in his ear.

As if he was possessed.

Next day, that bastard Sixto, the commander,

stood us in a line.

"Those who've had dealings with lost souls, step forward!"

That fool Toti and his friend stepped forward.

That son of a bitch Sixto took out his gun and...

"That'll teach you to believe such bullshit!"

But it isn't bullshit.

Do you believe me?

We can't say anything in front of them.

If the souls attack, we can't say anything.

If you don't believe me, look at their nails.

They're painted black.

On the left hand, the hand of the devil.

I would never sell my soul!

But the commanders prefer us like that.

Sold.

Those sons of bitches walk the bush like that.

Bullets don't hurt them. They're rabid dogs,

their eyes bulging... Like madmen!

But when night falls,

and the guns fall silent,

they shit in their pants.

There's always one coward who screams: "Mom", "My God."

The Lord doesn't like us to talk about it.

My name is José.

My name is José, too.

He's starting to stink.

It's you who are rotten inside.

I love him. I don't smell anything.

Do you know it's forbidden to fish out the bodies?

They have the devil on their side.

And you have nothing.

At least you're alive.

Good night.

Hey, faggot, my boat!

Bastard!

Help me.

Son...

I promise I will come back for you.

But first, I must find your brother.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello. - Hello.

How are you, madam? - Well, sir.

May I ask you for a drink?

Yes, sir.

Here.

Thank you. - You're welcome.

May I have a little more? - Yes, come in and help yourself.

Thank you. - Come on in.

Thank you very much. - You're welcome.

Friend...

What happened to you, friend?

What happened to you?

What are you doing, motherfucker?

Taking the stuff they don't need. - Show us!

It's worthless! Throw these bodies in the river!

He could search them.

Wait!

Search the bodies! Move it, man!

Hurry!

The fucking watch! Hurry up!

Show me! Move it!

I don't have time for this!

Hurry the fuck up!

Do you want me to shoot you?

Go!

Get a move on, bro!

Shove them back in the river!

That one first, cretin!

Sorry, my friend.

And the others, faggot!

Do you fancy her?

Can I have her sneakers?

Take them.

You won't need them, anyway.

Don't kill me.

If your bullets strike me and take my life,

I swear I will get revenge.

My soul will return and suck on your eyeballs.

Day and night,

I will suck out your brains.

Who's this?

He was searching the bodies in the river.

Why didn't you deal with him, dickheads?

Who do you think you are, you son of a bitch?

We don't touch the dead, you bastard!

Go on, go on!

We told him to throw the bodies back in the river.

Get this sorted!

No noise, bastards!

Go, go!

Sit down and don't move, you son of a bitch.

I'm watching the Tour!

You're a lucky son of a bitch.

Go for it, give it all you've got.

Show your claws.

That's it, son of a bitch!

Come on! Pull out the stops!

Shake them off!

Prove you've got balls, man!

Jeez.

Lose them, man!

Go on, you can do it.

Go, go, go!

Alone out front!

Jeez, he's out of there!

Don't look back, man!

He reminds me of Lucho Herrera. Even covered in blood

he went all the way.

Shut up, asshole.

Commander, he was searching bodies.

Leave him alone.

All on his own!

Goddammit!

Fucking villages!

Switch on the generator!

So, you like cycling?

Yes, sir.

Ever since Cochise Rodriguez.

Cochise Rodriguez...

My dad liked Cochise too.

Back then, it wasn't on TV,

just the radio.

We would take the radio to work,

hang it up and listen to the races.

What's your name? - José.

Want a beer? - Sure.

A beer for Don José.

Bring me a beer!

Thanks, boss.

What did you steal?

Nothing, boss

What did you steal?

Nothing.

Look what we found, commander.

You just became a millionaire.

Where are you from?

Cascajera.

Cascajera...

So, you're not a thief?

No, sir.

I fight for my family, my wife and children.

I try to feed them, but it's tough.

There's no work.

You must be hungry. - Yes, sir.

Some soup for Don José.

Some soup!

Thank you. - You're welcome

Your net must have a hole in it.

Or you don't know how to fish.

Believe me, I'm a fisherman.

More soup? - No, thank you.

More soup for Don José!

Go on, it's my treat.

Another soup for Don José.

No thank you, sir.

Do you want to annoy me?

Do you want to annoy me?

Enjoy.

Please, don't kill me.

Don't worry.

Finish it.

Go on.

See, when you really try!

Faggot!

Show your claws, man.

Stand on your pedals, push!

Don't look back, faggot!

Fuck!

We fucking won!

Beer for everyone!

We won, guys!

Bring me Armero!

Armero, my son!

You have to fight in life, you little punks!

That's a true patriot!

A true Colombian!

You want whores, don't you?

Dionisio!

This guy again.

What are you doing here?

We told you we can't help you.

I have not found my son.

You fish night and day,

you must know something. - Stop bugging us.

We're tired of it!

Come.

Young man,

just tell me something, and I'll go.

Believe me, we can't help you.

I'm telling you the truth.

We could get in trouble.

Come inside!

I won't budge until you help me.

Here.

Thank you.

What's your name?

José.

My name's Carmen.

Like my daughter.

I will help you.

Let me give you some advice.

Follow the river

downstream

and a little further on

you'll find a village.

But be careful, it's dangerous.

In the village, there is a water tower.

There's a little shop

called Angelita.

There, you'll find Mrs. Muñoz.

She will help you as she's helped so many others.

She is a blessed soul.

Is it far? - No.

Follow the river and have faith.

Thank you. - You're welcome.

Put your kids to bed early or we'll do it for you - A.U.C.

Hello!

Hello.

How can I help you?

May I use your toilet, please?

Come.

It's out back.

Half a kilo of coffee.

And a small bottle of oil.

Shall I put it on your tab? - Yes.

At your service. - Thank you.

Now, tell me.

I've been searching for my son for days.

I don't know what to do anymore.

What happened to him?

One day, I got back from work

and he was no longer there. He was taken away.

What is your name? - José.

Just a moment, José.

Come.

At the edge of the village, near the swamp,

there is an altar to Saint Anthony.

Go there tonight

and wait.

We will come to help you.

Mrs. Muñoz?

Thank you.

I wish you well. - Good luck.

Over here!

Come!

Good evening. - Good evening.

What are you doing here, brother?

Visiting cousins. - Cousins?

What family do they belong to?

The Lopez family. - Lopez?

I don't know any Lopez.

I was told they lived here, I'm looking for them.

There are no Lopez here.

Give me a paper, chief.

Can you read? - Yes, sir.

Perfect. Read this please.

"United Self-Defenders of Colombia.

South Bolivar Section.

Norms of coexistence between paramilitaries and civilian population.

From today, June 9th 2002,

after 9 p.m. we cannot answer for strangers

found in the streets, bars, discos,

billiard rooms and brothels.

The current rules are:

Curfew for minors.

Penalty: two hours of detention..."

Read the beginning again.

“After 9 p.m.,

we cannot answer for strangers

found in the streets, bars, discos,

billiard rooms and brothels.

The current rules are..."

You get it, right?

Yes. - Great. Now beat it.

Together, with greater security, we will succeed

Good evening. - Good evening.

Are you the guy looking for Mrs. Muñoz?

Yes, madam.

Why?

I'm looking for my son.

I was told she could help me.

Who sent you?

Mrs. Carmen, an old lady upstream.

Where are you from?

Further upstream, El Tigre.

I've been looking for him for a week.

They threw him in the river.

I haven't been able to find him.

Follow me.

Not too close.

Was he tall or short? - Tall.

How tall?

Around 176cm.

Corpulent or thin? - Thin.

Skin colour? - Dark.

Dentition? - Complete.

Hair?

He had a white patch on top of his head.

A birthmark.

Did he have any scars?

No, but he was missing three fingers from his right hand since birth.

Tattoos?

A black rooster on the right side of his back.

Let's see.

Here I have a dark-skinned torso with a tattoo on the back.

It's my son.

It can't be. The tattoo

is of Our Lady of Guadalupe.

I also have body parts.

I cannot guarantee that they belong to your son.

I'm sorry, your son is not in here.

May I see?

Thank you.

It belongs to my friend.

Could you return it to his family?

He's among the last to arrive.

He has a green T-shirt without pockets.

His name is Alfredo Peinado.

Why not give it to them yourself?

I don't know what might happen.

Thank you for your kindness.

Don't lose faith, keep searching.

Hello.

Hello.

Where are the unidentified?

Down there and straight on.

Dionisio...

My son, are you here?

When the evening comes

when I am so alone

and so far from you,

I would like to return

to the guava groves in the savannah where we met.

Do you remember?

My memories are those landscapes

that I paint as they are.

I painted that tree in the garden

where you rest when the sun is scorching hot.

Do you remember?

I painted that tree in the garden

where you rest when the sun is scorching hot.

I live here

and I paint the savannah landscape,

for that is where

all my memories come from.

Come!

Come, my heart.

How do you expect me to find you

if you send me no sign?

Well, friend...

I wish you well. - Thank you.

What are you doing here?

What did I tell you?

I could not leave.

Night came and there was no transport.

I don't give a damn. You were given an order.

Are you playing dumb or do you take me for a fool?

Get up!

I said get up!

I... - You were warned.

Do you know what this is for? Move!

When the evening hours draw in

and I am so alone

and so far from you,

I'd like to return

to the guava groves in the savannah where we met.

My memories are those landscapes

that I paint as they are.

Dionisio.

I painted that tree in the garden

where you rest when the sun is scorching hot.

Forgive me if I'm disturbing you

but I need your help.

I need to find my son, Dionisio.

For you.

And for me.

My son was tall, dark-skinned.

He was born with a white patch on his head.

When he was a kid, we called him little white patch.

His right hand

was missing three fingers.

Since birth.

He had a black rooster tattoed on his back.

On the right side.

He was quick-tempered.

He'd get mad over nothing.

He liked oranges,

green mango with salt.

He put on so much salt

that I told him he was eating salt with mango,

not mango with salt.

Mister...

Wait.

Here, put this on.

Hold this.

Thank you. - I wish you well.

For Manon, Lila-Romance, Alba and Cati

For Nelly, for the souls of her father and brothers

and for all those who agreed to revisit these dark times

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