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Though this story is based on real events,

characters and dialogues have been fictionalized.

Mom, I'll stay here, okay?

All right.

Silvia.

-I'm so glad you're back. -Oh, Father.

-I'm so sorry. -Thank you very much.

-You know it. -Yes.

-Hello? -Hi.

-It's Fer, from Rolling Stone magazine. -Hang on.

Yes, sure.

Okay, go ahead. I'm sorry.

I didn't want to bother you,

but I saw the deceased list and I wondered if...

Is Lucas Binder related to you?

My brother.

Tamara, I'm so sorry.

Thanks.

I'm calling you because the magazine is going to cover what happened.

And I wanted you to know that we're here for you

for whatever you may need.

If you want us to publish one of your photos, we'll do it.

CROMAÑÓN: THE NIGHT OF THE FIRE

Before the mayor,

the board of the chamber regulating night clubs

admitted there was unlawfulness in the Buenos Aires nightlife.

The fire has already caused the removal of two of Aníbal Ibarra's staff members.

Despite the regulations, the firefighter inspection

and the controls in place, a tragedy caused the death of 200 people.

A tragedy is an unavoidable, unpreventable event.

Cromañón was not a tragedy. It was a massacre.

How is it possible that a venue licensed in 1997

under the most precarious and irregular conditions

can still be open today?

Inspectors went to Cromañón and left with money in their pockets.

There are many accomplices in this criminal network.

Chabán, Callejeros...

I'm going to focus on the people in charge of the controls that did not work.

They are responsible and will be punished.

The cab's waiting for you. Are you going to Tapiales?

JANUARY 2005

No, another network.

I'm spending more time on TV than at home.

-Mr. Binder. This is yours. -Thanks.

Thanks.

Mr. Binder?

I am Berta Reynoso.

Julián Vasallo's mother.

He died that night too.

They also lost their children.

As soon as we saw you on TV, we felt we needed to talk to you,

because we didn't know where else to go.

Who to trust.

So many ambulance chasers approached us at the morgue.

As many as ten of your colleagues gave us their cards,

but we don't want to be taken advantage of.

Yes, that's what's happening.

Scum is everywhere.

That's why we thought

you could represent us.

We are lost.

And there are many families in our situation.

Of course.

You can count on me.

I'll give you my phone number.

Call me and we'll talk about it.

-Thank you so much. -Thank you.

They used to ask for the Amelie haircut.

Now they want a swoop.

-What? -A swoop.

The puffy bangs on the side. Because of Rachel from Friends.

I'd look like I got caught in a wave if I did that.

What I don't get about Friends is how nobody in the whole group

has serious problems.

Well, who has serious problems at 20-something?

Okay, princess, what would you like?

I don't know.

A haircut.

Sure.

Your hair looks so nice.

So long and healthy.

I'm pregnant.

But I...

I mean...

I don't know if I can handle it.

And a friend, Natalia Pedrozo, suggested I come to see you.

-To see you, ma'am. -It's okay, you can speak informally.

I know Natalia.

You want to terminate the pregnancy. Is that correct?

All right.

How old are you?

Nineteen.

I'm going to prescribe Misoprostol.

It's a very safe and efficient drug when the pregnancy is under three months.

But can I buy it at a pharmacy?

Yes. Don't say what you're using it for, of course.

It has other medical uses like for gastric issues.

These pills will cause contractions that will help to release the embryo.

Will it hurt?

No, don't worry.

The pain will be similar to a painful period. That's all.

Okay.

Do you live with your parents?

Are you dating anyone?

Kind of... No. It's weird.

Do you have friends, siblings?

Actually, I'm all by myself in this.

I cancelled the Gesell gig.

You guys have to tell me what you wanna do.

Will the band continue?

It's hard, Alemán.

We're devastated. We lost so many friends.

We lost Víctor. He was the most enthusiastic about the band.

Also, a lot of clubs are closing.

It's a mess. There'll be none left.

I don't want to play anymore.

For me, music is over.

For me, it's over. Not because of the band,

but because of me.

I can't deal with myself.

I can't.

This is it.

Nico...

Leave him alone.

Male, why don't you try to get some sleep?

My baby.

I like your hair.

The more I see it, the more I like it.

This is going to be here forever.

No. Not forever! It's going to heal.

After some time, you won't even remember.

I want to tell Lucas.

I want to tell him what happened, Mom.

I can't believe that he's gone.

That I can't tell him anything else anymore.

I don't know how to do it.

I don't know how to continue living.

Baby, don't...

Do you want to do something?

Shall we go out together? Do something?

Can we visit Aunt Cata?

In Rosario?

Yes, I need to leave.

Okay, sure. Of course we can.

If I have to come back to work, you can stay there with her.

EXIT

Can't sleep?

Neither can I.

It's so hot.

How are you doing?

Hanging in there.

If you wanna talk...

I don't feel like it.

Son, I'm not really good at this,

but I don't think it's good for you to keep it to yourself.

Maybe talking to someone will help.

Maybe.

Hey...

Look at me.

Everything will be okay.

I promise.

No way. I won't sell fireworks again.

You have no idea how guilty I feel.

If they want fireworks, they should go somewhere else.

Not me.

Hello?

Hello. Can I speak to Javier?

Hi, Javi.

How's therapy? How did it go?

I don't know.

We didn't talk. We were both silent.

Suddenly he said, "Tell me about your dad."

And I was caught off guard.

I don't get it. I still don't.

But...

How is it?

Is it going to hurt? What is it like?

No.

The gynecologist explained how it is

and I don't even need to go anywhere.

Are you sure, girl?

It's for the best.

I don't see myself with a child, Cheti.

I'm not in a good place to change my life like that. Not now.

Our lives have already changed, Luli.

What matters is what you wanna do now.

I'll support you in whatever you decide.

Do you mean that?

I do.

If you don't wanna have it, I'm here.

If you wanna have it...

I'm here too.

Do you feel it?

For me, these are extra heartbeats.

These are like extra lives sent from above

and being okay is a way to be thankful for them.

Are you a believer?

Who knows?

Don't you think it's a miracle that both of us are here? Together? Alive?

Think about it.

Does it bother you?

No, I don't like being watched.

So if I kiss you in public, you'll have a heart attack?

You're the cutest weirdo in the world. You know?

-Can I get another one? It doesn't work. -Yes, of course.

NO MORE IMPUNITY

Welcome, Male.

Thanks.

I'm glad you're here.

Male. Take a seat.

Thank you, Nico.

Okay.

This is our situation.

We have to keep it in mind so that all of these people will pay.

We have to understand it. The trial starts in a few days.

Experts, firefighters, inspectors.

They don't know the truth. We do.

We're going to prove that, on that night,

there were more than 4,000 people in Cromañón

while the license allowed for 1,000.

And for that to happen, they bribed the police.

All of the fire extinguishers were unusable.

We are going to prove that the nursery in the restrooms was a lie.

A lie from the media to make us look stupid

and save the government's ass.

-A lie they keep repeating. -Right.

Carlos, what do you think would be a fair sentence?

For the 15 defendants to be found guilty

of willful havoc, negligent manslaughter and bribery.

That is payment and collection of bribes.

That should be between 8 and 25 years in prison.

For Callejeros as well, Carlos?

Yes.

Carlos, Callejeros were 25-year-old kids.

They were victims as well.

They also lost relatives. They were devastated.

Or am I the only one who saw Pato getting people out?

-It's true. -We all saw him.

So, what?

They can't go to prison like the rest of them.

No, Callejeros organized the show together with Chabán.

They agreed on paying bribes,

or there would have been less people.

They didn't care about their fans.

What do you think will happen

when they try to accuse the ones who threw the flares?

There's a clear investigation about who threw the flare

but the plaintiff won't focus on that.

We all knew flares were lit in those concerts and why.

We were not insane kids

wanting to set ourselves on fire inside a venue.

If you had a flare,

you somehow felt like a part of the show, at least.

You were no longer a nobody at home or a worker with a shitty job.

The flares were light, man. They were light.

Okay, Tuca.

I get it.

But the court won't care about your poetic take on the flares.

You're forgetting something important, Nico.

What do you mean?

I mean the music.

I'm not talking about poetry, but music.

Or did you forget how we felt when we went to a show?

No, I can hardly forget.

-No? -No, I can't.

I thought you did.

Do you remember we had a band?

It doesn't seem like it.

You're just like my old man.

What a compliment.

It wasn't a compliment.

You remind me of Lucas too.

That, I do take as a compliment.

Want some? It's cold.

I liked something that Cheti said.

He's right.

About not giving up doing things we like.

You have music, books.

I do.

No, what I meant was...

-Now the trial is coming. -Yes.

We have to focus on that. That's what's most important.

We have to be together.

Yes, I'm not talking about now. I'm talking about the future.

Otherwise, Cromañón will take over everything.

It ends up feeling like a project.

Get it?

Yes.

Give me that please.

I got a call from Mexico.

And?

I got the scholarship.

-Fuck yes. -Yes.

Speaking of projects...

I'll testify and leave.

And what about us?

Lulita.

I missed you a lot.

And I missed you. I needed you.

Sorry I didn't come earlier.

That wasn't nice of me. I don't know why, but I couldn't be here in Celina.

-I pretty much disappeared. -Yes, and left me hanging.

Yes, I know.

But it wasn't just you. It was everything.

It's over. I'm here now.

Of course.

We all did our best.

I know.

How long are you staying for?

A few days.

Tell me about roller-skating. You're killing it, right?

Killing it but broke.

But I'm doing better.

I keep running from place to place. I can't take it anymore.

This time I brought the trophy home, at least.

Congrats, girl.

Who's there?

Hey.

Baby.

-How are you doing? -What's up?

Congrats on the boy.

He's beautiful.

Juli would be proud.

SHRINE TO OUR ROCK ANGELS 30.12.04

I don't know what to do, what to think

MUSIC DOES NOT KILL

I'm a bit lost in this city

Look at me

Tell me where you are

Your eyes are two lights that leave

I THINK IT IS DECISIVELY IMPORTANT TO QUESTION

THE SITUATION OF MAN AND TODAY'S SOCIETY.

I don't need anything else

Just a part of you

I don't know what to do, what to think

I'm a bit lost in this city

Look at me, tell me where you are

Your eyes are two lights that leave

I don't need anything else

THOSE WHO LIVE, WRITE I LOVE YOU INFINITELY - LUQUI

Just a part of you

I don't need anything else

Just a part of you

This is what I'm like

The street lives in me

I saw it coming

And I didn't want to say it

The neighborhood sings at night for me

It's a good song.

Do you know who wrote it?

-You're going to pester me too? -If it helps you to take action.

-You were right about something. -About what?

It was good to get all of us together.

Yes, of course, Male. It was.

But sometimes I feel like

only the people who went through the same are going to get you.

That's why getting together, talking, sharing is important.

I feel there are things I can't share with anybody.

Like what?

I don't know. For a long time I felt like a bitch.

I didn't know what to do with what happened.

Nobody knew.

Everyone did what they could, and I couldn't do much.

I almost couldn't do anything.

I miss Luqui.

Me too.

The other day I found the notebook where I wrote my songs.

I found a note he left me. I don't know when he wrote it.

I took it as a message.

Wow.

It said something like writing and living are the same thing.

And you have to write to go on living.

Will you sing with me?

This is what I'm like

The street lives in me

I saw it coming

And didn't want to say it

The neighborhood sings at night for me

And I think that with you

My fears may disappear

And now?

I am always

Somewhere else

Imagining something else

Hi.

Male.

Hi, Silvi.

Darling, how are you?

-Fine, and you? -Fine.

Is Carlos home?

No, he's running errands. He'll be back soon.

Wanna come in? Have a drink with me while you wait.

Okay, I'll wait for him.

-Yes? -Sure.

Eat something. You're so skinny.

My mom is always telling me that. Drives me crazy.

How's your mom?

She's moving, right?

Yes, in a few days.

So brave of her to do that.

She's scared.

-Is she? -Yes.

Well, some changes are good.

Besides your mom is strong and can do whatever she likes.

Yes, maybe.

She's crazy, though.

Who isn't?

So nice having you here.

Us being here together and talking, Lucas must like that.

But don't worry, I don't talk to ghosts.

But sometimes I wonder

what he would think or say or do.

It's a way to keep him close,

to touch him.

Here's Carlos.

Yes, the ombudsman's report investigates the clubs' permits.

Yes, Cromañón and others. The city's government didn't investigate.

Of course.

No, well...

I'll call you tomorrow.

Bye.

Malena.

What a surprise!

She was looking for you and we're catching up.

Do you want to talk?

Yes.

Okay, I'll leave you to it.

No, Silvia, please stay. I would like...

to talk to both of you.

I thought about it and if it isn't too late,

I'd like to testify.

Really?

What happened?

Nothing.

But I feel it's the least I could do.

For Luqui, for Javier, for everybody.

You testifying for us is...

Thank you.

Come here, sweetie.

Thank you.

Thank you.

What's this?

"I never learn, love. I never..."

INFINITE LOVING YOU LIKE THIS IS HARD TO UNDERSTAND

IT'S THE THIRD TIME I THOUGHT OF GOING BACK

Loving you like this

FOR LUQUI

Is hard to understand