All language subtitles for La.Conquista.Del.Paraiso.1980.720p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-gooz_EN

I need time to remember
everything. Yes, I need time.

They have told you that I'm
Brazilian, haven't they?

When I'm in prison here, the
people here say I'm Brazilian.

When I'm in prison there, the
people there say I'm Argentinian.

I belong here.
I'm from these lands.

Now, the borders are clearly
defined. It wasn't like that before.

My mother was Brazilian
and my father Argentinian.

But they never agreed whether I had been
born on this side or on the other side.

My mother had let my
father take her away just

to give birth to me and my
father was surely drunk,

Yes,
because he was always drunk.

So, I'm international.

You want to hear the story.

I'm going to tell it to you.
I've never told it to anyone.

You're going to be the first to hear
about the amazing things that happened

and I'm the only one who can tell
you about them. And nobody else can.

Everything started the
day Pedro asked Laureano

to write that letter
to Buenos Aires.

El Soberbio, Misiones.
September 10th. 1976

Dear Lady: I am a very good friend
of your brother in law, Don Pedro,

who you haven't heard from
for about thirty years.

You might have thought him dead.
But he's alive.

He's alive but very sick. For that
reason, he has asked me to write to you

in order to get in touch with his son.
He wants to see him before he dies.

At the same time, he wants his son to know
that he has declared him his only heir.

My name is Laureano Menendez, but
everybody knows me here as "the spaniard".

Hello! Yes, auntie, how are you?

What's up? What?

I don't understand,
when was the letter dated?

OK. Take it easy.

As soon as the meeting is over,
I'll stop by your house.

Yes, goodbye.

- Where is dad going?
- To the jungle, to look for treasure.

- And why isn't he taking us with him?
- I don't know.

Yes, the important point
here is continuity.

The launching of the advertising campaign
is just the beginning. Then we must offer...

- Hi, Pedro!
- Luisa, dad has arrived.

- I'm coming!

- Did you find the trip long?
- No, Clara.

Your father abandoned us, that's the
truth. Don't keep waiting for him.

He went to look for treasure.
When he comes back, we'll be rich.

That's nonsense. You'll be rich if
you study and try to be a good man.

Not a nut like...

You are older now and I want you to know
something. Your father had a heart attack.

Remorse, I guess.

He died last week.

THE CONQUEST OF PARADISE

with:

starring:

as the father

first appearence of

guest actress

Script/Director

One question, auntie.
Answer it if you want to.

Before dying, did mum know all
the time that dad was alive?

Did he use to write to her?

Your mother didn't want to talk
about that. So, I don't know much.

At the beginning your father wrote to her
but I don't know how long he kept writing.

Your mother felt very lonely,
you know?

Once, she came to see me because she had met
a medium, a witch or something like that.

And that woman had told her
that your father was... dead.

When she told me about it,
I though it was an atrocity.

But she needed him to be dead and she made
me think that it was better for both of you

to think he was dead.

So that you wouldn't be waiting for
a father who would never come back.

He made my sister suffer a lot so
that's why I'm not going to do anything.

But you are his son.
It's different.

You must do what you feel
is the right thing to do.

Perhaps I was too hard on him. Who knows
the kind of things he went through.

Perhaps he really made a fortune and
better late than never he remembered us.

And what to say about you, son?

This is the copy of
the divorce sentence,

which has been registered
in the property registry.

You are now free to dispose of your personal
property and are formally separated.

If you want to read it...

�Pablo!

- Would you like to have a coffee? I want to tell you something.
- Yes

Hello? Yes.

- And what are you going to do?
- I'm not going there.

But he needs you.

When I needed him, I couldn't
get him anywhere.

He has lived without me.
He can die without me.

Pablo, why don't you think
that you really feel like going?

That way it will be easier
to make a decision.

When we got married you told me
the story about your father.

I was afraid.
I was really afraid that you

might have inherited
your father's behaviour

and that you would
go away any time.

That's why you've married
a rich old man now.

He'll go to the jungle only
if he is pursued for cheating!

Don't be dirty.

- Call me if you decide to go.
- Yes.

Take care!

He was a sad man from the city,
and a bit of a liar too

because he liked writing.
He wanted to write a novel.

The man had to make a decision. Deep
down, he felt like seeing his father.

No one can live without a father
and he had done it for a long time.

And he might have thought that that
was the reason for his unhappiness.

I don't know. But he might
have thought about it.

I knew he was going to come and I also knew
that if he came, his life would change.

Because I don't know
anyone who has come to

these lands and hasn't
become another person,

an animal or a plant sometimes.

And destiny, which was
watching all this story,

interfering from time to time
to play with people's lives

put her. Iracema.

Knowing that Iracema was going
to come along this road,

the destiny called a
snake and told her:

"Keep her here until he comes but don't
harm her. You can just frighten her."

The snake wanted to ask what she was
going to do when she discovered her,

but she remembered that
it was destiny that had

called her and that question
couldn't be answered.

You are Pedro's son.
I am Laureano.

You look like him when he
arrived here for the first time.

Well, he didn't arrive in a taxi
and this place was quite different.

Let's go, we mustn't waste time.

Pedro, your son has arrived.

Sit down.

If you are expecting me
to apologize, forget it.

When you abandoned us,
I was five years old.

How do you know
that I'm your son?

Among other things, because the
first thing you did when you came in

was to look at me
expecting an apology.

I would have done the same,
I guess.

Give me a cigar.

- What about your mother?
- She died five years ago.

What a welcome I
will have up there!

- And your sister?
- She got married and lives in the U.S.A.

- What about you? Aren't you married?
- I got married but I separated.

When I thought about you and how you would
be now, I was afraid you were a fairy.

Raised by your mother...

- Do you have a lot of money?
- I live on my job. It's OK.

I'll turn you into a rich man.

Open that furniture.

There is a box inside.

All these years, my efforts
haven't been useless.

I didn't become rich
because of my bones

that started to fail
when I most needed them.

What you see there is
the result of all these

years of investigation, failures, poverty.

Have you heard of the "Borore"?

There is a legend about
the Jesuits and the

lost city where they kept
all the gold they had.

The story looks like a legend but
I have always known it wasn't.

There is a lost place in the
jungle. Some ruins nobody knows,

waiting for you to turn you into
the richest man in the world.

Everything is in that box.

Maps, instructions, name of the
crew you have to hire, everything.

It's my inheritance.

And now, go.
I want to rest a little.

My father said I can trust you.

Your father didn't trust anybody,
except me.

We became friends thirty years ago just
because I thought he was as mad as me.

But he was madder.

Both of us had come
to make a fortune...

One day I met a polish woman.
She had just arrived like me.

Well, this is not a place to be alone.
We got married and opened this store.

I didn't speak Polish and
she didn't speak Spanish.

We got on really well.
One day she got sick.

One of the few things
I understood her

in all the time we were together was
"I'm going to die".

Damn! "I'll beat the shit out
of you if you do so", I said.

But she left me alone
with all this shit.

I would have left, you know?

if it hadn't been for your father who
convinced me talking about hidden treasures.

I don't know you, I don't even
know what you did in the city.

but the way you look at things
reminds me of your father.

There is something in your face
that changes when you look at them.

Your father's boat,
for instance.

I guess your thoughts
might be jumbled, son.

When the man started to realize he had
fallen into a trap, it was already late.

Although the old man had not seen his son
for a long time, he knew him very well.

He knew how to convince him.

Once he met his son, the old man
seemed to give in.

It was clear he was going
to let himself die.

But it took him
three weeks to do it.

Imagine the things Pablo might have thought.

Three weeks without
being able to do anything

apart from thinking and waiting.

I never knew why they
waited for three weeks.

I guess they needed to look at each other

making up for the years
they had not done it.

It took them three weeks
to say good bye.

They were both about
to go on a trip.

The first one to
leave was Pedro.

Son!

Is it day or night?

Day, morning.

Take me to the boat, I want
to feel the last sun on deck.

You see. Before dying
we all become fairies.

Misiones, April 30th, 1943.
My dear,

In spite of the long time passed, I miss
you very much. I've been caught here and...

How many men in the city
would like to be in my place,

facing the possibility of
a great adventure.

However, for one moment
I wasted it.

I know I would have
disappointed you.

Along these days I have felt
the awakening of my body,

without which I've lived
for such a long time.

Wishes came back to me
and I feel I will write again.

However, I'm afraid.
Not afraid of the jungle

but afraid of discovering the illness
that kept my father here for 30 years.

I think the way plants grow, the sun
shines passes on to the senses too.

I feel that in this kind of
climate men are closer to passion,

passion for loving, for killing, for
dreaming or for embracing madness.

I would have never thought that my
life, my future was going to be decided

before these people that seem to be
waiting for me to give them an answer.

But, what do they know about me?

They look at me without curiosity, without
enthusiasm, as if they knew everything.

There is something at the end of the
road about which father didn't talk about

and I think it isn't the gold. There is
something waiting for me. Only for me.

Thank you.

I need to send this
letter to Buenos Aires.

I'll give it to Ramon to post it.

- Your wife?
- No, my ex wife.

- The store is crowded tonight.
- �Today the store is a "boite"!

- Can you play Tango?

- Ram�n. You'll be in charge
of the store for a while.

Are you sad because
you know who I am?

Look, I am with you because my body has
needs, no other reason... do you understand?

Well,
I can't judge another christian.

The expedition started to be prepared
exactly the way Pedro had planned it.

The first on the
list was Marcos.

My job is to find valuable things
like leather, furs, whatever.

Your father talked to me about
the trip. I am interested.

I want to ask you a question,
as the boss.

You are not from here. Why
did you choose the other men?

Joao, Teofilo...
They're good for nothing.

I'm not from here, but my father was. If
he chose them, he must have had a reason.

You pay, but I am the only
professional here.

As soon as we go into the jungle, you'll
need me more than you'll need anybody else,

and they will be an obstacle, even worse
than if you carried a woman with you.

Things started to get complicated.
The second crew member was me.

Where?

Is he a policeman?

No, of course not. What a
nonsense. How many did he kill?

He didn't kill anybody.

Joao Mentira (Lie)
has spent more time

in prison on both banks of the
river than free. He's an old...

liar and a thief.

I don't remember when I started to be
called Joao Mentira instead of Joao Lopez.

But they made me fame as a liar
and that's for ever.

I have been a thief,
a cattle thief, yes.

But a liar, I don't know.

But I'll keep telling you the story
because I haven't told you the best yet.

You are not going to help me,
I know.

You're going to tell me
that it is dangerous.

It's dangerous for you because
you come from the city.

What can your do?

Can you make breakfast?
Can you cook?

What about washing clothes? It's easy
but you don't know how to do anything!

Who is going to cook
in the jungle?

You'll eat less and less
and you'll lose weight.

You'll get so thin that you'll
starve and you'll be so dirty

because nobody will
take care of you.

Without you,
I wouldn't go on the trip.

What did you say? You wouldn't
go on the trip without me?

You wouldn't go and you'll not
go for the gold? You are mad.

Pablo had passed the first trial.
He hadn't listened to Marcos.

And he would go into the jungle
with me, with Teofilo

and with something even worse,
a woman.

Until then, I didn't understand very
well what the man was looking for.

I got to know it much later.

But now it seemed to me that
everything was going to hell,

because there was still one
more crew member to know,

Teofilo.
The pursuer of the Jesuits.

I thought Pablo was going to
give up and go back to the city.

On the last stage he says
he's a birds enchanter,

which for us is a
great advantage.

- At least he doesn't dig holes around the hospital.
- Holes?

He has spent his life digging holes, looking
for interconnections among Jesuits tunnels.

He discovered some tunnels.
- Are you going to be responsible for him?

Laureano, now that father
has died, admit he was mad.

Look, do as you please. If you have already
changed your mind and you want to leave,

we can cancel everything.
But don't judge by appearances.

Least here than anywhere else.

Teofilo has a special sense
to find hidden, buried things.

Everybody has considered
him a madman.

Your father thought that that
wasn't the most important thing.

It was clear that nothing
was going to stop the man,

but I knew that he
was going to yield.

After all, he was a man from the
city. But harder and crazier.

Here you are.
They belong to your father.

I have already memorized them. If you
are alone, they will be useless to you.

I don't want to
have maps on board.

And one day,
at dawn, we set off.

Like good sailors, we tried
to hide our feelings.

We went North, struggling against
the river that ran to the South.

Each of us pictured the
return trip in different ways.

And some of them, like me, didn't
know why we couldn't imagine anything.

Pablo, coffee?

Look, those fool can't see the difference
between a drunkyard and a thirsty man.

How old are you, Joao?

Very old, so old that people
say I'm a mistery.

But It won't take too long for me to go.

Last winter I thought
my time to go had come.

I couldn't breath,
I felt something in my chest.

So I took a boat and went
to the brazilian side

to look for a doctor. But when I was
about to reach the river bank I thought:

If I suddenly died,
I'd die in Brazil.

My father was Argentinian,
my house is Argentinian.

I never knew on which
side I was born.

At least I wanted to know
where I was going to die.

So I decided to go back
to the other side.

When I was getting there
I started thinking again.

My mother was Brazilian and was
buried on the Brazilian side.

So I headed back to
the Brazilian bank.

At this time,
I realized that while I had been thinking

about all those things,
the pain had gone.

I didn't feel bad anymore. Then I said
to myself: "Joao, death is a whore."

So I went to the houses to look
for one of them. Excuse me.

No tree is the same tree twice.

The only thing in movement
here is the river.

We aren't moving, the landscape
isn't moving either.

The engine is running out
of power! We aren't moving!

We are moving again!

Sometimes the
Earth came over us.

One may think that we were getting
close more and more each time.

Leaving us without direction.

And then the animals
would eat us.

But when it seemed that it was going
to happen the river sued again.

What the bastard never
stop doing was hauting us.

How long till we get there
according to your maps?

I don't know. We should have
found the deviation.

Either the maps are wrong or we
were still longer than we thought.

The river kept pushing us to
the south stronger and stronger.

We went into the jungle when a
strange fog started to surround us.

I think we were stuck for three days,
almost unable to see each other.

- What's that noise?
- It sounds like church bells.

- A church in the middle of the jungle?
- I don't know.

Take this crud. I didn't think
I had drunk so much.

On the second day Teofilo said that we
had died and that what was surrounding us

wasn't fog but a cloud and that we should
stay there until we were called one by one.

Because it didn't seem to be hell or
purgatory and it was far from heaven.

So it had to be
a waiting room.

If that was right, by the time I would
be called I had to be completely drunk.

One morning, we woke up and were
able to see each other again.

We saw the boat again and as the land
was still there, we started sailing.

But we were still in danger
of not getting anywhere.

Pablo held on. We had to throw
more things away but Pablo held on.

Although he knew that he
depended on the others to survive

and this kind of thing
frightens anybody.

As we were sailing longer
than expected

the spaniard made out the place
where we had to disembark.

From that moment we
would go on in the boats

into the jungle until
we found the new scale.

Marks on the map that only
the spaniard knew.

Is it my idea or there
is someone watching us?

They are birds.

The next day we started to get
deep into the jungle.

What we were looking for, according
to the spaniard, couldn't be so far

But he wasn't sure either.

It seems we are alone,
but the bloody ones are there,

waiting for the
moment to attack.

Insects that make you crazy, spiders that
make you sleep, snakes that kill you.

Jaguars that tear your flesh.
Birds that take your eyes,

ants that eat your bones
till there is no trace of you.

What a moment you've chosen
to become apocalyptic.

We must have died and we must
be near the purgatory.

Then let's go on because purgatory
is better than this hell we are in.

The worst thing wasn't to walk in the
middle of that hell during the day.

The worst thing was it
was getting dark.

I thought. What to make
such a long trip for?

Just to be eaten by a jaguar,

when I could have died at home,
quietly, near the river.

Well, only God knows why
I had been involved in that.

It was then when...

My God!

We had left civilization, but that
wasn't a reason to live like indians.

So the first thing we did was
to prepare to live with dignity.

Nobody knew how long we would
stay in that place.

Tomorrow we will
start the search,

but we must also organize
ourselves to go hunting.

The food we have saved will be
enough for a couple of days.

Why do we have to sleep like this?
Hanging and far from each other?

Because of the viper.

Viper...?

I'd rather be bitten by a viper.

What the jungle can do!

Who would say that one day I would
be envious of someone who had her!

If it is only envy, it's OK.

But if you are thinking of something else
I'll shoot you in the middle of your eyes.

I don't like the way the search
is being done.

Without a plan, we can stay here the rest
of our lives without finding anything.

We have to wait.

I'll have the revelation in my
dreams but I can't tell when.

I think we should organize an
expedition and go deep into the jungle.

Be patient. Nobody said that
it was going to be easy.

We'll go on searching tomorrow.

Tomorrow, when we will
have found nothing,

you will tell me the same.

How long will you repeat the same thing until
we ran out of food and fuel for the lamps?

I came to look for gold because you
said that you knew where it was.

I didn't come here
to dig up skeletons.

What are we going to do with him
if we don't find anything soon?

I don't know.

I started thinking
that Teofilo was right.

We had died somehow
during the trip.

But I couldn't understand how
we had ended up in heaven

if none of us had
been a virtuous.

But there we were.

Because there were no watches, nobody
noticed we were going back in time.

Instead of finding gold, we found old
tools that were used to till the land,

pots, scissors, knives,
things that we started

using as men had used 300 years before.

I collected the fruits that
the Lord sent to feed us.

After a long time,
Pablo had started writing again.

I sometimes asked him what was the
good thing about living in a hut.

But Iracema was half indian.
She knew a lot about magic herbs

and I think that that was
the reason why he stayed.

She knew the fruits of Aguavira.

In the times of the conquest the
indians gave the Spanish those fruits.

Little by little, they started
to lose their memory

and to forget where
they had come from,

the things they had left
and they stayed with them.

- Did you want to see me, Laureano?
- Yes. Come in.

Sit down.

Iracema,
I don't know you very well,

but there is something
I am sure about.

This trip is more important
to you than to any of us.

If we returned now, you would be
the one who would lose the most.

I think that you do not
care much about the gold.

The fact is that the
gold hasn't turned up

and at this stage I think
there is no more gold here

than the few coins
we have found.

Do you know what that means?

To return.

Yes,
but I don't want to go back.

I think we can all be very happy here
if we organize ourselves a little.

Look

- What is it?
- A city.

The plans to build
a town out of these ruins.

Far from the places and things
that prevent us from being happy.

You are talking about
staying here for ever.

Yes.

Yes. You should go with Joao
to look for some women

to form families,
friends of yours.

We would give them a stake of
whatever we found and a better life.

- Does Pablo know about it?
- Not yet.

Do you think he'll stay here?

I think so, as long as he has
you, a pen and paper to write.

- What about the others?
- I'll take care of Marcos.

Joao and Teofilo have no option.

Why are you telling me this?

Because you are the only one here
who has already found the gold.

Something tells me that
you will lose it if you return.

In this place,
there will be no policemen,

no tax, no madhouses,
no advertising agencies.

Can I be the town priest?

Yes,
you can be whatever you want.

And will you allow me to
be the Pope after a while?

Yes, son.

And the day you want to be
crucified we'll crucify you.

I think that as soon as the
women come, problems will arise.

I mean somebody will have to take
care of the moral and such things.

I think you will need me.
I accept.

What do you accept?
You are staying.

Joao?

I've held on till now without women,
so I'm staying.

Pablo, we'll keep looking for
the gold as your father wanted,

but you are not
compelled to stay.

I have always left
things unfinished.

This time I am going to try
to reach the end. I'm staying.

You are the only one left.

If this means that the search
for gold is over,

you have to give me the
30 million we had agreed,

because the gold
hasn't turned up.

If the expedition was over,
what would we stay here for?

That's what I'm asking to
myself. Why to stay here?

Marcos, we'll keep looking for
the gold, that was the agreement,

At least for a short time,
what do you say?

I have no option Laureano.

I'm going to wait for a while
because I live on this.

But don't consider me an
inhabitant of your city.

As we had arranged,
Iracema and I went back.

She talked with
some of her friends.

And we returned with the boat
full of women.

After that I knew I could die.
I wouln't ask for anything else.

I thought, If it started raining
right now and it didn't stop,

we would be the only survivors.

But there wasn't even
one stormy day.

At March 29th, according to Joao who has
just come back from the civilized world,

we state here the complementary proceedings
of the foundation of Puerto Paraiso

by me, Laureano Menendez,

with the arrival of the ones who
will complete the first population.

To the ones mentioned in the
original proceeding, we add

we add Mrs. Maria Gonzalez,
26 years old, single, housewife;

Mrs. Ines Moraies, 27 years old,
single, housewife;

Mrs. Florinda Mendez,
23 years old, widow, housewife

and Mrs. Rosa Fernandez,
single, 30years old,

same profession as
the previous ones.

We also state here the arrival
of the first hens,

a goat and a couple of pigs.

Until the way in which
these ladies will...

Now that Satan has arrived,
everything will be different.

How nice!

This is wonderful!

Come.

Teofilo,
Teofilo come here my love,

don't be afraid, you are a man
and I'm a woman, that's all.

Teofilo! Teofilo!

Laureano, Laureano!
Teofilo has left.

What? Where has he gone?
- He isn't anywhere,

nobody has seen him since last night,
he must have gone into the jungle.

If he has gone into the jungle there
mustn't be any trace left of him.

Laureano!

Laureano, it's too long a tunnel,
you can't see the end of it.

If you want you can go there.

There must be several vibers waiting
for someone following that crazy guy.

Let's wait. He may come back.

The heat was turning us mad.

Little by little, without realizing, we
almost stop doing things, we stayed quiet.

I kept guarding as if something
or someone could attack anytime.

Is this the city Joao promised?

It's shit. I left a town to live
in a shanty town.

Marcos, I can't stand this any
longer. Take me out of here.

The heat made the pen burst.

You haven't written for several days and
you have forgotten your woman for some days.

What's wrong? Are you sick?

You'd better talk to him.

Otherwise I'm going to shoot
him in the middle of his eyes.

What's the matter?

Laureano is completely
out of his mind.

I asked him about his plans
and he said we have to wait.

What do we have to wait for? We
know there isn't any gold here.

Talk to him Pablo, convince him. Otherwise,
this story won't have a happy ending

Laureano!

Come in.

Don't tell me anything. I know
everything. But I don't care.

Look what I have invented. And
people make fun of spaniards!

Sit down.

Do you know how the first man
arrived here?

From the Florida, yes man,
from the USA. Horseriding.

We arrived by boat,
without savages harrassing us,

and we are not able to survive
nor to discover anything.

But I'm not going
back to the store.

A little of greatness to die
if one hasn't had it to live.

Have you ever seen a conqueror
waiting tables at a bar?

Saving money to pay taxes.

I want to tell you something
and it's not a joke.

I've never understood
electricity, radio or television.

However I've spent my life saving
money to pay the electricity bill.

It's not a sad story.

Damn! I understand better this
darkness than the electricity.

What are you going to do,
Laureano?

A man can't live just
to pay the electricity,

a man needs dreams to live
and to die.

I'm sorry to be a nuisance.

This is how we end up when we
are not able to love with guts.

At least your father had you,

but he didn't see you grow because he didn't
have the guts to stay where he should,

even if he had to pay
the electricity bill.

Can you tell me what the hell
I am doing in the jungle?

Three centuries ago, I would have
been a cloak and dagger conqueror.

Now with a helmet and dagger, I'm
a crazy spaniard. I know that.

We came here for treasure,
there is nothing here.

The adventure is over.
We've got to go back.

Yes, son. We've got to go back.

Do you know where I would like
to go back? To my mother's house,

to have tea with her. Then the world was
over when there was nothing left to eat.

But I knew who I was. Damn!
I knew who I was.

Teofilo was right. They were
throwing out of heaven again.

It rained for 3 days. It turned
the men even madder.

Marcos thought that he had finally found
the place where the gold was hidden

So he beheaded three angels.

Laureano didn't
dare to kill him.

He learnt the difference between
a bar owner and a conqueror.

- What happened?
- I woke up because of the shooting.

The whore that was
with me took the gun.

- Ah...I'm hurt.
- What happened?

Marcos, he took his woman
and the guns.

I wanted to stop him
and he shot at me.

I didn't think he would do it.
He's a damned bastard!

I'll find him, I swear.
It hurts.

I should have killed him.
I should have killed him.

It was my last chance.
It was my last chance.

You must have been the only real thing
on this trip. How lucky was the bastard!

Laureano, I don't understand.
You want us to keep the bar?

Yes, my daughter,
I have no family.

Do whatever you want with it.

How choppy is the sea.

Tell them to wake me up when they
see the birds flying over the boat.

I want to be the first one
to see those lands.

Leave me here.
I don't want to die in bed.

This time the woman that I miss
is not a whore.

Go to the spaniard's house and bring
me the bottle of liqueur he had hidden.

Why don't you come with us?
We could take you.

No, I'd die all the same, I would
have to put up with the journey.

I would like my son to be looking at
me the way you are looking at me now.

Thank you.

Such a long time together and I
didn't ask you about my father.

He was crazy, wasn't he?
How was he? Was he like you?

Your father was like me, but also
like the spaniard, Marcos and Teofilo.

He gathered us for you
to know how he was.

Now you know it. He had no
time to explain it to you.

And she?

She must have been in the
plans of your other father.

Go now, it will be worse
when it gets dark. Go away.

Go away!

I closed my eyes. I had died.

I don't know how long after I had
died, I noticed I was going to heaven.

I thought it was too good
a prize for my life

but I had neither
the strength nor the

feeling like complaining
so I let God decide.

I woke up in a
hospital in Obera.

I had been rescued because Pablo
and Iracema had not found the river.

The sea!

May I read the newspaper?
Thank you.

Do you have a cigarette?

I cannot become
a different man overnight.

I have things to deal with in the city
before I can stay with you for ever.

I need to deal
with those things.

I'm going to bring my records,
my books, my record player.

You will listen to music
you have never listened to.

I'm going to sell my car
and my apartment.

We can refurbish the bar with that money
or hire somebody so that you don't work.

Or we can move to a bigger town.
Do you understand?

Yes.

Iracema wasn't a woman
to accept things so easily.

She had a card up her sleeve and she
played it in the last moment, like a stab.

I'm going to have
a baby of yours.

I decided to live with her.

I couldn't help her much in
the bar as I only had one leg,

but at least I was of some help.

Meanwhile,
I only thought of two things.

The boy that was
about to be born

should never be ashamed of this
grandfather the destiny had given him.

And meeting Marcos. I knew that he
would go back to the town some day.

And he did. He owed me a leg.
People were nice to me.

After all, it had been self-defense.
Some time later, but self-defense.

They allowed to serve
my sentence here.

On the first day they let
me go out Pablito was born.

3,5 kg, argentine, unknown father, because
Iracema wanted to register him that way.

From now on, on Sundays when they let
me go out, we go for a walk together.

I've never heard of Plablo
again. Neither has she.

He wasn't a bad man, but it always seems to
me that he was running away from something.

When I think of him,
I feel sorry for him.

He must be very lonely there.

And thanks to him, I had a family for
the first time and I knew I was immortal.

Sadly, I start to realise that
I belong to another place,

that that paradise
was not meant to me.

I will miss the sweet flavour that
that part of the world exudes,

I will miss the
warmth of a woman

who thought I had come
from such a remote place

that she couldn't understand how that place
was only two hours away from where she was.

I was born between two worlds,

but I feel that all I can
get to know and do

will be from that man
that seems to start there.

I will have to find
the way to get into him.

Further south it's so cold!

Subtitles by Qrosawa (2009)