Original subtitles

The South...

thick walls, and then the South...

the light in a grocery store.

You'll never see me as you once saw me,

leaning on the storefront, waiting for you.

I'll never again light up with stars

our peaceful walks in the night.

Those streets, and the moons of the suburbs,

and my love, at your window...

that's all dead, I know.

AT THE TABLE OF DREAMS

One night,

in a southern part of the city,

my friends told me about their life

during the years I'd been away,

and someone said:

"Ademar Martinez is looking for you."

El Negro? That's impossible...

he's been dead for years.

I'd met him at the end of the sixties,

and I remembered so well

how full of hope he'd been.

He used to say to me:

"The South is the future...

it's what will happen."

And it was true:

El Negro, my friend long dead,

was there...

in the dark street.

So you're making a movie about love?

What?

I know it.

What gave you that idea?

Come on! You know that

our life stories have always

been love stories.

Come, join me...

I'll tell you a story about a dear friend.

Maybe there are better stories,

but this one is like an old mother:

She loves us

and she pisses us off!

End of the military dictatorship

Getting out?

I just found out.

His name was Floreal,

and he'd spent 5 years in prison...

partly my fault...

dreaming of going home.

The story I'm telling you is about

his return, and the night

he'd longed for the most

and dreaded the most.

Floreal.

Is he going away?

That's impossible...

Who is it?

Floreal Echegoyen.

I don't know you.

Is Don Goyo there?

No... he sold out long ago.

Hello, old boy!

How are you, Amado?

What would you expect?

Absences fill the neighborhood.

Our table of dreams is gone.

How much we have learned!

How much!

After that business with Emilio,

we sort of drifted apart.

Your father, with his rheumatism...

and Rasatti, in his misery...

didn't come any more.

And look over there... you see Gordo...

For 30 years

I heard him playing behind me...

I can't forgive him for dying.

The air of his bandoneon

gave me the strength to sing.

He took the air with him...

and I feel run down.

I can't sing any more.

Blondi? Are you asleep?

How could they have let him out,

since I was there until 11 o'clock?

Just my luck!

Rosi, what's wrong?

He's out. He knocked on the window.

Where is he?

He'll be here soon.

Just look at me!

My little Fideo is awake.

Come, let me gobble you up.

They released Papa.

I want to sleep in your bed.

Yes, tomorrow, tomorrow...

Aren't you happy?

Your little thighs...

your little buttocks...

I could just eat you up.

I love you so much...

My darling son!

My son!

I knew you'd return,

I simply felt it.

Have you seen Rosi and Fideo?

Not yet.

At last you're here!

Still feel like herding the cows?

Are you kidding?

How are you doing?

This country is going downhill,

it's bankrupt.

There's no more solidarity.

What do you expect after all these years?

Magic?

There'll soon be elections, Papa!

Who will remember us, Floreal?

Who's that?

El Negro!

Yes! The "reappeared",

so that no one forgets me!

- But who are you? - The deceased!

Who?

Don't be afraid. It's me! The deceased.

I had such a desire to live!

To return!

To my streets, my neighborhood...

Run along, Ramoncito, I'll see you at 6:00.

When I think what I've missed

during all these years!

Why did you come back?

To have fun!

Being dead is so boring!

Nothing happens.

Are you joking?

No! I owe you something.

I'll come with you...

it won't be easy, going back.

Not easy!

You learn so much once

you're dead! No more secrets.

It all happens before your eyes, you hear

and see everything, you know everything.

Intrigues, cunning, scheming,

cuckolding, the whole works!

My... your... Rosi...

What are you saying?

Now don't get mad... I'm dead!

Don't get upset!

Don't think the worst right off.

What asshole will believe you?

The deceased!

El Negro has been dead for 5 years!

Stop! Wait, you're right! It's true.

Who'd believe a dead person, huh, Birdie?

Wait! This is where it happened! There I am!

There he is! Watch out, he's going away!

You remember El Tordo?

Who, the cop from the meat-packing plant?

The security cop.

Stop it, stop it!

Shut up, El Tordo, or I'll kill you!

What are you doing?

It's the distributor, isn't it?

You want some help?

Go ahead...

Don't start it!

I went to work like a sucker,

and what do I discover?

They're taking everything!

Of course! Get to work! I'm no fool!

The TV too?

It belongs to my mother!

We came in this freezing weather!

Get to work!

Tordo, don't do this to me!

Quit the whining! Get it started.

Get it started!

And what do I get from it?

Danger!

Get it running.

Turning over nicely, isn't it?

Fine, and now get out of here!

Fuck off!

How's it possible?

I thought I was smart, and this

absolute imbecile takes a shot at me.

My, oh my! My neighborhood!

It's not what it used to be.

How it's changed since our days.

Fear gets to you.

A pass, Birdie!

Floreal...

to tease him, we'd call him little bird,

because he could really fly.

We practically grew up together, between

street corners and the meat-packing plant.

We had all kinds in our gang:

From Peregrino, born in the North,

to a French guy,

Roberto, who was...

sort of strange and had a limp... he was

a cold-storage technician.

Want to know something?

Floreal and I were never close friends.

Maybe because I was much older and a

dyed-in-the-wool unionist?

He never got involved in anything.

What irony!

You know me well...

I've always cherished

friendship, and

didn't feel his until after I died.

What a shame!

You weren't there any more:

It was after the coup.

There were raids in every factory.

Reports were pouring in:

Two bodies on the shore,

others blown to pieces...

thousands disappeared,

and no one knew how or where.

When they heard of my death,

they went on strike despite their fear.

That's when Floreal surprised me.

Enough! We're on strike!

Since then we've been united,

until this day...

in friendship

and in hardship.

Floreal... come!

Roberto!

Drive off, they'll kill us!

And if we demonstrate?

They'll call in security.

If you start work again, they'll abduct you.

If not, you lose your job.

What'll we do with these brutes, Don Emilio?

I don't know. Ask the Colonel.

I was a Colonel.

In 1966 I opposed the coup

and was dismissed.

Emilio and I spent our lives

training technicians, uniting

intellectuals for a new project.

And in 1976 they came with trucks

to cart off everyone.

The General summoned me and said:

"Colonel, don't you know

you're surrounded by Marxists?"

To him we're all Marxists!

I answered: " I know nothing,

and it doesn't interest me."

They're competent Argentineans.

If you take them away, take me with them.

And they took me away.

So all the more reason to take the workers.

Excuse me, but what should Floreal do?

Be careful, play it safe,

leave town for a few days.

Go away? And where would I go?

Don't worry. You come with me.

The Colonel's a character.

Where'd you find him?

Don Anibal Rassati,

Colonel and engineer,

my best friend since the forties.

At that time we had other ideas,

another army,

we were thinking of economic independence,

and not the persecution of citizens.

Rassati... how often we argued!

We came from different

political horizons

and without renouncing our ideals,

we worked for the good of the country.

We worked together on PRONASUR,

the National South Project,

a long-term transformation plan.

Some day it will come true.

But without us, of course.

When a government ignores its

people's desires, with or

without a dictatorship,

it ends up stifling those desires.

Where are we?

In the old National Station,

in the melancholy street.

The "holidays" I spent here!

You've had to hide too?

Me, and many others.

When a raid threatened,

or the security police.

Once, with Rassati...

we didn't have any candles...

and he, half crazy, left

his shoes in the bathroom.

One day he said to me:

"Emilio, the cats have pissed

in my shoes!" The poor guy!

He never knew it was me!

Here are my files.

50 years' work, in hiding.

What does it amount to?

Research for the Project South,

evidence, documents...

that I gathered since the thirties...

A history of plundering.

Just imagine, if we could recuperate

everything the North has taken from our

continent, we could rebuild South America.

Right here we conversed

with Scalabrini Ortiz, Dellepiane,

Jauretche, who once came with Borges,

and so many others.

That's when our " Table of

Dreams" was born,

"The Utopia of Free Men of the South".

My melancholy street...

"It rained and rained

on my heart.

Maria,

in the shadows of your room,

your footsteps return."

Who is that? Your wife?

That's Esther...

We were so much in love!

Oh, the wonderful moments

I spent here!

Are you still there?

Yes, I couldn't get away yet.

And that siren?

No idea.

- Anyone see you? - No, I was running.

I don't want anyone to see you here...

it's dangerous.

- I know... - When are you leaving?

Tomorrow.

Come on, don�t just stand there,

I told this friend of mine

he could stay here.

No problem for me, but for him...

No problem at all.

Do you need anything?

No, I even have my ticket.

Be careful... they're checking people.

I know, don't worry.

I'm leaving before dark,

my headlights aren't working.

Leaving the country?

You going away?

To the South.

Where to?

I don't know.

And your ticket?

I don't have one.

No money. I don't know what to do.

Why lie to the old man?

That's my business!

Mind if I stay?

What's your name?

Related to Emilio?

Where are you from?

From Rosario.

Have a boyfriend?

I had one.

What?

Are you cross-examining?

You're like my father.

Sorry.

Can I help you?

I want to leave...

tomorrow.

Maybe your name was just Maria.

I don't know if you were the echo

of an old song.

All I know

is that one night you were mine...

in a dismal setting,

faint with love.

Maria...

all mine, so far away...

if you came back some day

through the streets of our goodbye...

THE SEARCH

What is it?

A tank.

An urban tank, post-modern.

They left it in the middle of the street?

It was left here. Was going by one night ...

broke down, got stuck, and here it stayed.

They left it here?

It was making strange noises,

like an owl.

A hell of a noise. The neighbors came out ...

Notification No. 1:

Residents, the enemy is everywhere.

Trust no one. Don't expose your family.

Inform your tank-friend

of anything suspicious.

Protecting is caring.

Yes, it's a tank.

Electronic. An urban tank.

If it's here, there must be a reason...

You're just gonna leave it here?

There's nothing we can do about it.

And people learned to live with it.

From time to time a blinker went on.

We Argentineans are upright and humane.

Please move on.

Stupid good-for-nothings!

He won't complain.

Everything's the way he left it.

His things are clean, ironed. Everything.

It's late.

Why doesn't he come back?

He knows I'm here...

waiting for him...

as always.

Ever since the night he left...

The events of 24 March 1976

mark not only the fall

of a government,

but also, and even more so, the

definitive end of a cycle in history

and the birth of a new era which

will be characterized

by the National Reorganization.

Is Rosi here? Call her.

What's wrong.

They've taken Floreal.

Taken?

Yes, they arrested him.

Please! Please call her, quick!

They've arrested Floreal.

What?

How?

They threw him in a car.

That's impossible, he was with Emilio.

But the neighbors saw it happen

and informed me.

I don't understand

why he didn't wait.

Neither do I.

Did Floreal ever speak of the slaughterhouse?

Or of syndicates or politics?

What can we do!

We're going crazy!

What'll I do? Amilcar?

Believe me, Amado, I'm talking as a friend:

We can't do anything.

Speak louder, please.

Yes... but where? Where?

I can't hear you...

It's Floreal's wages.

Thank you.

From his fellow workers.

I can't sleep, Rosi.

What can we do for Floreal?

If your mother were still alive!

He really wasn't involved in politics?

No, Auntie! Nothing political.

I've told you a thousand times!

I've lodged several appeals,

some judge must be willing to see us.

Rosi, the Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo

won't abandon you.

Here at the morgue

we get 3 or 4 a day.

You want to take a look...

or are the shoes enough?

If you've already lodged appeals

I can send a telegram...

but I know from experience

that the answer will be negative.

Could he have left the country?

It's unlikely.

Don't give up. Don't listen to anyone.

Don't give up looking.

We know that they're all alive.

He didn't go off

with another woman?

Isn't it risky to come here?

Are you getting paranoid?

Listen, Rosi...

you come just any old time,

or without notice you don't show up!

It's inexcusable.

You're right, but I'm so upset...

by what's happened to me.

Come, Rosi.

The only one who can help us

is the Colonel.

I know his wife. They're good people.

Here's the letter.

Have faith. It'll work out.

I can't relax and I

can't sleep,

I can only keep looking

until I find him.

Otherwise I'll go crazy,

it's as if I'd killed him.

Don't despair.

The scares I had with Emilio!

Why?

We still get threats!

You know what's worst?

We're getting used to it!

Why have you stayed here?

Where can we go at our age?

We're too old to play hide-and-seek.

I won't leave this house

until they carry me out dead.

I'm written off, aren't I?

That we are!

If we'd stood up to them,

there wouldn't be any more putschists.

- You don't think so? - Shit!

We were too permissive.

Anisette or gin?

Nothing for me, asshole!

Francisco, our parrot.

Foul-mouthed like Emilio!

I shouldn't go there?

I have to. So don't come with me.

Stand back, I said!

I brought a letter for the Colonel from

Father Esteban.

The Colonel's already left.

I'm desperate. My husband has

disappeared. The Colonel can help me.

Go to the police station, this is a barracks.

I've already been there!

I've been looking for him for a month.

Leave!

I can't!

I insist!

Not before he's seen me.

Coward!

Let her go. She's looking for her husband.

You bastard! Let her go! Let her go!

Lucky they didn't break the other one.

Floreal Echegoyen, is that your husband?

What? ...Yes...

18 subversives have been

transferred to the prison in Patagonia:

Carlos Baigorria,

Esteban Julio,

Floreal Echegoyen,

Marcelo Ramos,

Julio Varela,

Claudio Medina,

Alejandro Avalos...

He's alive?

Didn't you hear me?

It's in the report.

He's alive!

Lower your head, dammit!

I'll get you to lower it!

Loathsome night, chilling night,

on the wind come strange lamentations!

What a well of gloom is the night!

And I walk among the shadows,

very slowly...

while the drizzling rain

drives needles into my heart.

That's how it is, Floreal!

Coming back is tough!

Look:

El Tordo!

Anything wrong?

Why look at me like that?

What do you want from me?

Not me. I've always been your pal.

Haven't I?

Give me an answer!

But I had orders, man.

You've got to understand.

The headlights!

Birdie!

Peregrino!

You're back at last.

Still got this truck?

Still got it. This one,

and another for other things.

One foot here, the other in Patagonia,

that's just life.

We've got to celebrate!

I'm so happy!

And Maria? Tell me about Maria.

Never seen her again. She got out just before

reaching Patagonia.

Sadder than a guitar without strings.

When you brought her to me, I thought:

If you cry like that,

you'll shrivel up.

I'm sorry...

they're tears of joy.

Believe me,

I feel as if I'm living again.

They grabbed us coming

out of the university.

It was a year ago.

I'd been out just a month.

My father arranged it.

At home

they were so scared,

they'd burned everything:

My books, my notebooks, everything.

Home was a new prison.

So I left... for the South...

to find a place where life and desire

were still possible.

You see, Rosi,

hope is the last thing

we lose.

My only choice was exile in Patagonia.

You can't imagine!

Working without papers,

illegal work, shitty jobs...

What despair!

But tough bugs like me never die.

And that's where I met Esperanza.

Who?

Esperanza, my new companion.

She's beautiful!

The most important thing in love

is desire.

Turn around.

Spread your legs.

More!

Bend over.

Like my looks?

You look great.

I love you.

Me too.

I'm really scared of transfers.

You never know if it means another

prison or death.

I never thought I could

be so long without you.

I'm counting the days...

the hours until you return.

I love you, Rosi.

I love you more than anything.

Love is a secret,

and you're mine.

I miss you.

I'm hungry for you.

Same here.

Anibal, who can we see for help?

General Molinari?

They sent him to the South.

And Colonel Martinez?

He was discharged.

There's no one left.

Yes there is... there's one.

Really?

Who?

You know who, Anibal.

Who, my nephew?

Exactly! Let's not get upset.

But Arturo is at PRONASUR

with General Moritan.

And he'll refuse to see us.

Don't exaggerate.

He's always been correct with me.

But not with me.

I'll remind him

that I'm his uncle

and his superior.

You were.

All right. I'll go there alone.

But how will you get into the Ministry?

The last time they threw us out.

And PRONASUR is now a barracks.

I know, but we'll be talking to your nephew.

About a prisoner? That's absurd!

I promised Rosi I'd do it.

Major Rasatti can't see you.

Please insist.

I knew it.

Excuse me, Colonel, this is a bad day.

They're in the midst of cleaning.

Office 325... go on.

What chaos!

They're still working on our project.

What are they trying to find?

What a pleasure after such a long time!

Don't you think it's indiscreet

to come and see me here?

For you and for me?

You're compromising my career.

Everything's under surveillance here.

Don't exaggerate.

I'm sorry,

but I'm an officer

and only doing my duty.

I can't do anything for you.

It's none of my business.

That's your idea.

Excuse me, Emilio.

Moritan can pull strings.

Can't you?

I can't do a thing in this case.

I helped you when I was able to do so.

Me?

Then is it your superior's business?

Yes, General.

Likewise.

General Moritan wants to see you.

Just what did you do for me?

More than you think.

Why? Did they plan to shoot me?

Or drown me?

Don't be ungrateful.

And what about you!

You owe me your career.

You owe us your life.

Do I have to thank you for that?

Moritan stopped Benavide in time...

I know... Secret police!

The general staff...

The military Camarilla...

You were on file as an ideologue.

Anti-militarism.

That's nonsense.

I attacked the corrupt faction

that uses the army to get rich.

Watch what you say. You're talking

to a Major, not to your nephew!

Disgraceful!

Don't shout! That's enough.

I came to ask about releasing

a friend and I don't get anywhere!

What the hell am I doing here?

They're on the list!

"Project South".

"Social Democracy and Participation..."

On the list!

"The South and Latin American

Integration..."

On the list!

"The Salvat Encyclopedia".

Marxist!

"The Little Prince" by Saint-Exup�ry...

Socialist!

"The Politics of Great Britain",

"Yrigoyen and Peron" by Ortiz...

"The Argentine Model"

and "The Hour of the People"...

Subversive!

"The Latin-American Bible"...

Renegade!

"The History of Sexuality" by Foucault.

Immoral!

Paolo Freire...

Antonio Gramsci...

Sartre...

Peronists!

Films.

Walsh.

Here are some films.

Darcy Ribeiro...

Marxists!

"Selected Works" of Freud

On the list!

Here it looks like..."cunt"...

"The Hour of the Cunt"!!

But that's pornographic!

Pornography!

My God!

"Modern Mathematics

and the Education of the Child"...

On the list!

Fate had it that we should meet

in the midst of this enormous,

preposterous mess of papers.

Papers and ideas, both clearly subversive,

that must be torn out at the roots

throughout the country.

You confused public opinion with

socialist and demagogic ideas which

you wanted to impose

by popular vote.

One thing intrigues me. How did you intend

to carry out your Project South?

With what resources?

With the people.

The people?

But what's the secret? The key?

Desire.

What?

Popular desire.

What's he saying?

Never give up.

Remain obstinate in this desire.

What are you talking about?

The age-old yearning...

the dream of dreams...

On the list!

But what's he talking about?

Listen, General.

If you don't know what the South is,

then you're from the North.

He's making fun of us.

You're dismissed.

On the list!

"The Formation of the National Conscience"

by Arrequi...

Subversive!

"Abdalon, the Exterminator".

Terrorist!

"The Eternaut" by Oesterheld...

Atheist!

Watch out!

They're disinfecting!

The monster attacks!

Walk away, fast!

LOVE AND ONLY LOVE...

She was sweeter than the

sweetest water...

She was fresher than the river...

blossoming orange tree.

And on that hot and forlorn

summer street,

she left a piece of her life

and went off.

Know first how to suffer

and then love

and then leave

and walk free of thoughts...

the scent of orange blossoms.

What have my hands done to her?

What have they done,

to have left her heart

in so much pain?

He who fights never dies.

How they love it.

He drives them crazy.

No, it's useless.

I'm the echo of the man I was.

A superstition.

But you know all the tricks now, Negro.

Alas! No secrets for me.

Not one of them can seduce me.

You know why?

? Cause I'm dead as a doornail!

Aw, Negro, you tough cookie!

If you only knew what I learned

about love through my failures!

I thought no one could replace me.

The last time it was with Virginia!

Want to hear about it?

Let me tell you.

Come on, you guys...

make yourselves comfortable.

Good evening, Madam.

I was crazy about Virginia. She learned

it all from me. She thought the world of me.

One day I discover she has a lover.

Who is it?

Who's been here?

Are you crazy! In my bed?

The Goldfinch!

That kid? Don't make me laugh!

Quit fooling or I'll bash your head in!

Hit me if you want to,

but I did it for you, honest!

Gimme the truth!

My love, waiting alone for you

at night, I was scared to death

and consumed with jealousy.

Aching to make love to you.

The man of my life.

You brought me pastries.

You taught me everything. The Goldfinch

means nothing to me. He just kept me company.

I believed her.

I'd neglected her so much,

I forgave her.

Love is kind-hearted!

Yes, but that's not the end of it.

After death, I saw her like on TV,

in bed with the Goldfinch.

And how she relished it!

Sure, that kid was better than me.

How humiliating!

Where are you going?

I've had enough!

Wait! Where are you going? Let me explain!

No need to! You think I'm a fool?

I know everything. With Rosi it's different.

I don't give a damn! I don't want to know!

And keep off our backs!

Don't be silly! Just listen to me!

Love is a daily task.

You must keep reinventing it!

You fool!

You're lying!

You're still lying.

Floreal's not coming.

He's still angry with me.

I'm scared.

Of his reproaches.

Of his resentment.

Scared I won't still find him attractive.

How we've both changed during these years!

How can we get along together?

I managed on my own.

To pull us all through, him and Fideo.

And he always thought it wasn't much.

Can you hear me? And Fideo?

He's fine!

Why didn't he come?

I couldn't bring him.

I want to see him.

My sweater?

I forgot it.

I've told you a thousand times!

- It's freezing here! - I know,

I'm sorry.

Yes! Flaco!

Here!

Yes, my love! I can see you!

- I love you, darling! - Same here!

How are you?

Everything's fine, Flaco, and you?

- The job? - As usual.

And the lawyer?

Did you talk to him?

Don't worry, I'll explain later.

And Emilio?

I went by twice.

I left a message with Mecha.

But keep at it, I'm rotting in here!

Cut it out. What's wrong?

What's the matter?

You forget things, have nothing to tell me.

That's not true, I tell you what I can.

Don't treat me like a child!

"What you can"!

The truth, huh?

But what shall I tell you? What?

Things to really discourage you?

What do you mean?

What? You want to know that I'm doing badly?

That I'm completely broke?

That I don't even have bus fare for Fideo?

Ask Mecha.

I'm asking nobody.

And your old man? Can't he help you?

Papa's doing whatever he can!

If Rosi tells you everything, you crack up.

So she'll just lie to you.

Or she'll just go away someday.

It's no use, Floreal.

You want the truth,

but you can't take it.

What do you know about it?

Would you take it if Rosi had a guy?

I'd kill her!

How many times did you cheat on her?

How do I know? Plenty of times.

And what about her?

You see! What you need is a

chick always at your disposal.

One who'll put up with anything!

Shut up! And you've never been unfaithful?

Yes, but we compromise,

we tell each other everything.

That keeps us together.

It's our strength as a couple.

You like other guys screwing her?

You're pigheaded!

Bandoneon, you break

my heart.

Your muted malediction

and your tears of rum drag me

to the lowest depths

down in the mud.

I know, say nothing.

You're right...

life is an absurd wound.

And all of it, all of it so fleeting...

that my words seem nothing

more than a drunken

confession.

But what confession do you mean?

You've lied to me all your life. Always!

But Cora... I love you!

You sham!

I saw you pawing at her.

It's always the same. I swear...

I swear that it's finished,

because I'm going away!

Tell me of your heartbreak...

your failure.

Can't you see how I've been hurt?

Just tell me simply of

that absent love...

hidden in the folds of oblivion.

Yeah laugh, just laugh...

me too, I can laugh. Look.

And you'll give me back everything!

Pimp!

But Cora, I love you, you slut.

Now you tell me!

I know this will cause me pain...

I know it will hurt you

when I weep my drunken sermon.

But it's the same old love

that's trembling, bandoneon...

and seeking in a drink the

intoxication that will

finally end the show

by drawing the curtain over my heart.

Don't come tapping at my window...

Never again.

Close the window...

The sun drags along its

slow, sleepy procession.

Can't you see

I'm from a land that's

always sunk in the gray oblivion

of a drunken haze?

I miss the tea I was always served

when I came home drunk.

This girl has never fixed anything for me.

I've had enough. I'm leaving her.

You've said at least 100 times

you were leaving Cora.

This time it's different.

It's final.

She drives me crazy about money.

It's not different, it's the same.

It's what I've always heard.

I'm going to bed. Good night.

My investments... everything.

Good night, Rosi.

How cozy it is here!

You leaving, Papa?

Yes, I'm going.

It's late.

You look tired.

What's the matter?

I don't have a cent.

You should've said so...

You don't mind?

Get away from that woman.

You're an adult.

What can he find in Cora...

after loving Mama so much.

I'm here.

I've made it with Marcelo.

Who?

Marcelo, the singer.

He'll sing at the club and then wait for me.

You know what he said?

I'm a strawberry with cream.

I wonder why.

He wants to eat it.

You fool! Always the same! He's great!

You have to meet him. Come along.

You're crazy.

And the club is having a farewell party

for Roberto. He's going back to France.

He wants you to come.

I don't feel like it.

What a bore! Everyone's going.

I'm not.

I don't have anything to wear,

and who'd take care of Fideo?

You sound like an old hag.

What would I do there?

Dance!

Dance? Look at me!

That's just it. Look at you.

You look like forty.

Aren't you going to bed?

Is your drawing finished?

Marcelo wants

me to teach him the tango.

Come, dance with me!

Dance?

Marcelo and his Ravioli!

I came for just a year,

looking for money and adventure...

and I stayed,

because I found friends.

Then a lot of my friends left

and I felt lonely.

Well, not alone, but in exile.

It's time that I leave,

but I'll be back.

In my own country they looked at me with pity.

I was "poor Robert".

Then one day I said:

"I'm going to Argentina".

"Going where?" "To the end of the world".

No one believed me

until the day I left.

I'm sorry you'll be leaving.

Really?

We came to love you, Corsican.

I love you too.

And I'd like to say something

I've never told you. May I,

now that I'm going away?

For me...

you were always Floreal's wife.

But you've no idea

what you've given me,

how I've dreamt of you,

what your gentle eyes have given me.

Everything about you. You've no

idea how much I love you.

Roberto finds me attractive!

All this time!

I'm going to have my hair cut.

How can I like him? I'm acting

like a child!

I've asked him to dinner.

How can I tell him not to come?

Sailors say you can feel

Corsica in the air before you can see it.

The most beautiful

and the nearest of far-away lands.

But I return empty-handed...

as if to a tyrannical, demanding

mother.

And you...

how about you?

You're looking good.

Strong, at ease, as always.

But I'm not, Roberto.

I've no strength left.

I don't know how all this will end.

I don't know... I just don't know...

Floreal wrote me a nice letter.

He asked me "if hope exists".

Of course we've known hope!

Those were other times.

Sure, we were feeling great,

had the strength of desire...

And now, look - even

desire is forbidden!

What is desire to you?

Desire is what motivates us.

It's what's purest

and most personal.

What could be greater

than the desire to be one's self?

To accomplish things? To know?

The desire to give? To love?

Sometimes doing what we want

brings guilt.

Guilt? Did you say guilt?

Guilty of what?

Of doing what you desire?

To hell with asking permission!

We must allow ourselves to love.

Come.

Every love helps us to thrive

and flourish, even if we suffer.

What are you doing here?

I was afraid you'd left.

You cut your hair.

Do you like it?

What can we do?

I don't know.

I love you.

You've changed.

Maybe my hair. You don't like it?

No. It's not that. You're...

how shall I put it...

more distant.

No... not at all.

During all this time

you haven't gone out with anyone?

I told you no.

You're hiding something.

No, I already told you.

Who were you with at the club?

I already told you, with Roberto.

Listen, Floreal,

you can't be jealous of Roberto!

I don't know.

Do you play soccer?

It's forbidden.

Do you watch TV?

It's forbidden.

What do you do?

Whatever I'm told to.

If you don't like it, do they hit you?

Do they punish you?

Sometimes.

Like at school.

Except that you also have to sleep here.

You think I can stand it?

I'm rotting in here!

I can't take it any more!

I just can't.

I don't want to come any more, Flaco.

And Mama?

She has a cold.

She's fine.

And... Roberto?

He visits us often.

He taught me to ride his motorcycle.

Rosi... stop!

You're lying! You don't dare

tell me the truth!

If I weren't penned up in here

I'd kill you both!

I never expected this of you!

Don't ever again take me for an idiot!

Not you.

What?

The prisoner doesn't want to see you.

I'm his wife.

It's his request. Please keep moving.

Why? She's his wife!

Madam, stay out of this.

Can you tell us if he's being punished?

How can she know if he's being punished?

You keep out of this.

How friendly!

Shut up.

Why should I shut up?

I can't believe it! Why?

They want to make me also shut up!

I won't! Every time the prisoners

get beat up, this is the story we get.

I won't be quiet!

We've had enough!

What's going on?

Be quiet or I'll call the guards.

Then no one goes in!

Quiet! Enough now!

Be still, you can go in.

Stand in line.

Okay, we can go in now.

Floreal will never forgive me.

I know him.

If he came home,

he'd go on being jealous,

full of resentment.

As if I'd done it against him

and not for my sake.

What's the use of so much

sacrifice and pain

for so little?

DYING IS TIRING

To work, you wretches!

Just look at the wealthy!

Yacumin, they still don't call you a salami?

Your mother's sausage, you fucking queer!

The Birdie!

We've been waiting for you

to work at the meat-packing.

We'll celebrate. If he knew,

the boss would land on his ass!

Just think, a ghost and a prisoner.

Still there, that fucker?

Yeah, that's the way it is.

Any jobs?

Yes. Washing tripe.

Just asking, been away five years...

No jobs in quite a while.

So what can I do?

Well... wait.

Or gather junk with us.

Aren't 5 years enough waiting?

You kidding?

He's sulking.

Shut up, kid!

He's mad.

Not one of you came to see me in 5 years.

Which one of you bothered about us?

Cut the crap.

You know what we've been through?

No, I don't.

No, you don't. You want me to tell you?

Forget it, you never got involved.

In the meat industry alone,

20, 30,000 laid off.

No jobs. They even tore down the national

meat-packing plant.

Ask your old man.

Yacumin! Better ask

Big Business!

And who will settle the score

with these people?

We broke our backs,

we were the victims,

the dead of all those years...

and we should still make sacrifices?

For what? To get where we were 20, 30,

40 years ago? Fuck off!

What do the people say?

And the leaders?

You're asking me!

I gave my life to the trade union,

and in spite of my feeling of success,

I misunderstood the silence!

After my death I saw it all

like a circus.

The people weren't defeated.

They held on to the little they had.

You learn by defeat.

We were too sectarian.

Dying is tiring.

So many things died

during those years,

including me!

Your old man was right.

One must resist!

Stand united!

The "Table of Dreams" lives on.

All my bitterness is because of you.

My comrades say:

What's wrong with this kid?

We invited him to union meetings

and he didn't come.

Since the strike of 59

nothing has hurt me more...

I swear it.

Stop, Papa!

How many times do I have to hear it?

I don't go? Cause it's depressing.

I remember the life we had!

How we picked you up at the police station!

How we had no money!

How Mama always complained!

That's why I don't go there!

You're unfair.

Yes, unfair.

Why?

It's true, I was always scolding.

Listen... your father was offered

a lot of money,

but they could never buy him.

And if we had to do it again,

I'd tell him: Say no!

Don't please them by giving in.

Because that's all we have left:

Saying no.

It's our pride.

Mi-mi-longa of the stutterer

who always says no.

I'm poor, but I won't sell out, and

no one's going to run me down.

Ev... Ev... Everyone is with us...

in this occ... occupation...

against these di... dismissals...

and for the defence

of the na... national heritage.

Milonga not to forget

that when the stutterer stops,

it means he's going to fight.

The cows that escaped from

their fences and their masters

are still running through the streets

and wandering round as in a dream.

How could you keep going, Papa?

Where did you find the strength?

Bunch of old fools!

And you, Emilio,

you sure did it right!

What's that racket?

Is it them?

Yes. Go in your room!

Don't yell! I'm not deaf.

Don't be so stubborn, Adela.

Go in your room!

Don't you realize

they could take you away?

Leave me alone.

Alone?

What would I do alone? Are you crazy?

You'd leave me alone

after 40 years together?

Don't drive me crazy.

Not right now! Go!

What are you thinking of!

Do as you want.

Assassins! Assholes!

Shit.

What the hell are you doing?

Fucking hell, are you crazy?

I told you: This is a shitty job.

I empty out shit at night, buddy.

You're kidding!

No, man, we're cleaning up the city.

They've been dumping shit for years.

Add it up.

The years it'll take to get rid

of all this shit! Just think of it!

Freedom! Freedom!

The dictatorship will end...

come, come dance with me...

You'll find a friend

in this march of resistance.

The dictatorship's ending...

Do you like them?

Did I frighten you?

She's living with a guy!

She cheated on me!

No, Flaco.

Don't be so tough on her.

Don't say she's cheated on you.

What woman can stand it being alone

for so many years?

Who knows what it's like...

More fragile than crystal

was my love...

for you.

Crystal your heart...

your gaze...

your smile...

I love him.

I can't help it.

Despite my fear and my doubts.

He's always been a part of me.

I have to face it:

He doesn't love me like before.

I survived thanks to Roberto.

I'm bound to miss him.

I never would have thought it

so natural for me to

love and desire two men.

Don't look for answers, Rosi.

Nothing is simpler

and stranger than love.

I'm leaving.

The last thing

that kept me here was you.

But you were never entirely mine.

You're the loveliest memory

I'm taking with me.

I love you, Roberto.

I'm leaving.

For good!

Peregrino's right.

We live in a river of shit!

What'll you do with all that resentment?

Five years!

What for? To come back here

and shovel garbage and shit?

If we don't do it,

who will?

Who'll fight for what's yours?

Who'll defend what you dream of,

if you don't.

Just look at you.

You're a scarecrow.

Look at your face.

Don't you see? You look like a tramp.

Stop taking yourself so seriously.

Come on, tell me everything.

We've told it all.

That's all, Floreal.

Tell me about Rosi.

She never left you.

It's you she wants.

And the Corsican?

The poor guy. He was afraid of you.

He admired you. You know what

he said one evening?

I thought I was free...

but I'm leaving

everything I've loved.

But you, Floreal, even in prison

you were free to keep everything.

My dear, dear friend!

What's wrong?

I want to forget.

You can't live, knowing it all.

Nothing more interests me.

I want nothing. I desire nothing.

I know everything.

I'm at the end...

like this film.

I'm dead.

Come on, Negro!

Wait, Ramoncito.

And Fideo? Is he well?

Go find him.

You have a wife, a son,

and your life ahead of you...

and you're wasting your time here

like a fool!

Go on, Floreal, get going!

My brother...

Thank you!

That's how we said farewell

that night.

He returned to life,

I returned to death.

Since then, I'm an absence...

a recollection...

condemned to being your memory.

The Birdie is back!

Floreal's come back!

This was my neighborhood.

But...

I don't know if that's how it was.

Someone said to me one day...

that I had left it.

When? But when?

I'm always returning!

I return to the South...

as one always returns to love.

I return to you...

with my desire and my fears.

I carry the South

like fate in my heart.

I am the South...

like bandoneon melodies.