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A FILM BY LUIS ESTRADA

A WONDERFUL WORLD

ONCE UPON A TIME...

IN A NOT SO DISTANT FUTURE...

THERE WAS A COUNTRY WHERE
EVERYTHING WAS WONDERFUL!

Cheers!

There they are.

They're inside.

So warm.

Look at him!

Even his slippers.

Make some room.

- No.
- Damn grandma.

Let's see, blondie.

Take that.

Damn snobs.

Screw you.

No.

God's house.

This is it.

Right!

What are you doing here?

Get out of here or I'll call the cops!

I just...

Hit the curb, punk!

Damn uptight bastard.

Goddam!

Damn Juárez!

Cheers, Mr. Benito Juárez!

This is...

No English.

Come on...

Let's go!

Yeah!

Yes.

Good evening.

What is this?

No English!

Oh, damn!

Screw it.

Holy Mother!

What?

Angel of God, my holy guardian...

do not forsake me.

Help!

Help me!

Up here, bastards!

- See you tomorrow.
- Good evening.

Hurry up, bastards!

No?

Then here comes the baby maker.

He sent me three memos today
saying that...

- No!
- He's gonna jump.

- What?
- Let's call the firefighters.

Mister!

There's a young man,
it looks like he'll jump.

J4, over. There's a 6-4.

Hurry up, He won't wait.

THE MERCURIO

Mercurio, good evening.

What do we have for 8 a.m.?

Another attack in the Middle East,
there's 23 killed.

The Americans bombed Iraq again.

And NASDAQ is low, it fell another 6%.

Nothing new.

Thank you.

You, Paco?

Lascuráin closed the
Conference Against Poverty.

He also dared to say
that there are no poor people in Mexico.

Damn neoliberals!

Those bastards live in a fantasy land.

The word on the street is

that they want to make him
the World Bank's president.

"Birds of a feather flock together".

Bury him on page eight.

There you'll screw the Chicago Boy.

Sorry to interrupt, Don Carlos,
but this might interest you.

What is it, Felipe?

They say a bum sneaked
into the World Financial Center,

and he's threatening to jump.

They can't find a way to rescue him.

A bum in the World Financial Center?

Take a photographer and cover it!

And if the jerk falls,
call me immediately.

Maybe we'll kill two birds
with one stone, ok?

- Yes, sir.
- Go!

I think we'll run with this one.

Blood will guarantee us
some sales at least.

Hey, what happened?

Calm down, bastards. I'm not a thief.

What happened?

Easy, my friend.

What happened, bastards?
What took you so long?

You're the worst.

Calm down, don't do anything crazy.
Give me your hand!

Careful!

Slowly.

There you go.

Thanks, Captain.

Thanks, Captain.

Damn drunk, look at all the fuss you made.

What's wrong, Captain?
I was taking some fresh air.

- Nothing is burning.
- Come on, let's go!

Sir, can you tell me your name?

It's Juan Pérez.

- Why did you want to jump?
- Was it a premeditated act?

Were you going to jump as a protest
against the government?

No, young man. I was...

Did hunger push you to make this decision?

Did you choose this building
to raise awareness about globalization?

About what?

- Do you belong to any political group?
- I...

Do you consider yourself
another victim of neoliberal politics?

Do you want to say anything?

Yes...

A hello to Rosita.

- Quit fooling around!
- And my parents...

Get in the police car!

Sir, sir, one more question!

Step aside!

Torres, follow me.

- Come on!
- But why?

Because if...

Sergeant! Can I take a couple pictures?

Hurry, Torres!

Hey, partner! Get him!

COMMON MAN VS. GLOBALIZATION

JUAN PÉREZ VS. NEOLIBERALISM

NO MORE POOR PEOPLE?

HE TRIED TO COMMIT SUICIDE TO PROTEST...

Good evening.

What happened, Felipe?

How did it go?

Not so good, Don Carlos.
In the end, they got the guy.

And, although he said
some interesting things,

it all ended up unremarkable.

Look. What do you think?

Are you sure about this?

Here's the interview.

Chucho, stop the presses.

No, man!

It's more than that.
We have breaking news!

NO MORE POOR PEOPLE?

"Acts like this confirm the insensitivity
of a government that tries to ignore

the existence of 50 million or so
poor people in the country.

Juan Pérez suicide attempt,

a vagrant who no one would have missed

and who, in an exclusive interview
for The Mercurio,

blamed the Secretary of Economy
for his decision,

forces us to reflect upon the failure

of economic policies
implemented by the current administration,

and this challenges the assertion

that this country is winning
the war against poverty".

God forgive me,
but those poor people are bastards.

Trying to kill himself
for attention is vile.

But blaming me? That's beyond words.

After all,
we're trying to improve his situation.

Doctor.

I'm sorry, but Channel Four
and Radio Metropolis keep calling.

And there's several reporters
waiting at the door.

What do I tell them?

What's your take? How bad is it?

Well, as long as this news
doesn't impact the market,

we really have nothing to worry about.

Sorry, Doctor, but I don't agree.

This is the kind of event
that can affect the popularity polls.

I'm sure there's is someone behind
this Juan Pérez.

No one has that name.

Luckily, only outdated communists read
this pamphlet.

And your random idiot.

How is it going, buddy?

Yes, Mr. president. I've read it.

Well, but...

There must be someone behind this. Yes.

No, I don't have any evidence yet.

No, yes. I promise. Today.

I swear, Mr. president.

God bless you.

We must find this bastard.

- What? What happened?
- Damn!

- This one is alive, colleague.
- Wait. What are you doing?

Aren't they looking for him?

- Would an important guy be lying here?
- You're right.

We'll come back for you tomorrow, pal.

I hope you don't let us down.

Son of a God fearing mother.

What's up?

I have nothing on me.

What's up, Lucifer?

How was the cold last night?

Let's see your flies. Coochie coochie coo.

Don't worry, champ.

Let's look for some breakfast. Come on.

My, Rosita!

I can't thank you enough.

I hadn't eaten anything in three days.

You better hurry.
My dad will be here soon.

You know he doesn't like you being here.

Where is that rat now?

Did he go check if his other family
didn't drown?

I told you not to be disrespectful.

He went with my brothers
to get some tin sheets for the roof.

The storm was really rough
last night, right?

Don't even mention it.
The shack almost fell on top of us. Yes!

But one of these days I will surprise you
and I will take you to a real house.

- I already have my eyes on one.
- Juan...

You're really a dreamer.
You don't even work.

But I swear I was looking.
Listen, Rosita, I come from there.

You see how hard things are.

What are you looking for?

You spend all day loitering
with your pals.

Come on, Rosita,
I haven't seen them in ages.

You can't fool me!

Then what, my queen?

See you at night to hang around?

Stop pretending.

You know I'm not allowed.

That's why I tell you
to go after your freedom.

And to come live with me.

Listen, Juan,
I want to set things straight.

The day you have a job...

and a decent house...

then I'll marry you.

- Damn Pérez!
- No!

- I told you I don't want to see you here!
- Father!

What was that bum doing here?

Nothing. Right, Tomasa?

Damn Pérez!

Excuse me, gentleman,

is this where they are looking
for a janitor?

Did you come for that job?

No way. You look very dandy.

Like you went to college and all.

Five years in college, a master's abroad
and look where I ended.

What happened?

I have five children, my wife is sick,
and I have been unemployed for a year.

All because of this damn government.

Well, your story sounds messed up.

But don't worry.
The line seems to get going.

I'm sure you'll get the job.
You went to college.

NO VACANCIES

Excuse me, can I leave my resume?

Hey, Mr., we've been in line
for an hour...

DON'T INSIST

Sorry, man,

today wasn't our lucky day.

See you around.

Screw this.

Here's to the "Skinny Guy".

A real fine pal.

He is now gone,
even if some don't remember him.

May God rest his soul, buddy.

Hope we don't end up like that.

How did that happen, my Tamal?

You see, it was this damn cozy cold.

He hadn't eaten for six days.

And the Reaper took him.

That's bad luck!

No. This is not about luck, buddy.

This damn life has it against us.

You've come a long way,
don't you, don Fil?

No, it must suck to die like that.

Worse than a stray dog.

That's where we're all going.

Just remember how many fellows
have left us this year.

The Duck, Uncle,
Scratch 'n' Sniff, Ariel, Tibiri.

- The Goddammit too...
- He too.

You're very cheerful, Aztec.

We should make a toast
to what we have left.

I want...

Here's to the woman, to Teresa,

who gave me beer.

Won't you make a toast, buddy?

Don't forsake your friends.

Sorry, buddies, but I just realized.

And I'll tell you this.

I won't die in the street
and without love.

Cheers.

Turn that off!

Wait, you bastard! I'm a street artist!

I have the right to have a lawyer.

I have the right to a conjugal visit.
Call your sister, bastard!

What's your problem?
You're violating my rights!

Come on, Damn Pérez.

You're out! Let's go!

What happened, chief?

I didn't do anything.

- Morning, sir.
- Chief.

- Please.
- Mr. Pérez, nice to meet you.

- Hello.
- I'm sorry to bring you this way,

but we were under pressure to find you.

Aren't you throwing me in jail today?

No, Mr. Pérez! No way.

Chief, thank you.

I beg you to come with us.

- Come!
- Yes.

He's with me.

Let him in. He's with us.

Mr. Pérez, over here.

Doctor.

Doctor, Mr. Juan Pérez.

Hello, Mr. Pérez. How are you?

How are you, sir?

- How are you doing?
- Great.

- Sit down, please.
- Thank you.

Can I offer you a drink?

Well, if you have some tequila,
I'll take it, sir.

Listen, Lalo,
bring some coffee for our friend.

Two spoonfuls of sugar, don't mix it.

Well, Mr. Pérez, listen.

Our urgency to meet you
is because we're really appalled

by what happened to you the other night.

What?

Sir, but nothing really happened.

What do you mean?

Not everyone has the courage
to attempt against their life.

Especially to stand up for their ideals.

If you say so.

- My grandpa said that when I was a kid...
- But before you tell me your life,

I'll ask you a favor.

Could you answer my consultants
a few questions?

- Then let's hurry, sir.
- Lalo, call the guys.

Mr., can you tell us your full name,
age and place of birth?

My name? Pérez.

Juan Pérez.

My age...

Write down 29.

And I was born in Jamaica.

Is there an alias or nickname
that you are known for?

Young man,
with what letter should I start?

"Buddy, Tutti-Frutti, Starved,
Here it comes, Moves,

Tintan, Pepe el Toro, Little Vargas".

But most just know me as "Damn Pérez".

- Should I keep going?
- No. That's enough, thank you.

What's your address?

That will be even harder, young man.

I sleep wherever the night falls.

I had my favorite bridges,
but now they're...

Mr. Pérez, can you read and write?

I can hold my own,
as long as I'm not being hurried.

Mr. Pérez, do you belong to,
or are you part of a political party?

I'd rather be a dog.
What's wrong, man? Don't be rude.

Do you belong to an NGO,
a subversive or politically radical group?

Can you repeat the question?

My friend, to wrap this up.

We want to know if someone paid you

to try to jump off
the World Financial Center

and blame the minister?

No, young man.
I think there's a misunderstanding.

- All I wanted...
- What?

So you never tried to kill yourself?

Well, sir, if you want me to say I did,

then I did.

But if you want me to say I didn't...

Lalo, take this thing out of here, please.

Listen,

Damn Pérez.

You're out.

Take care of him.

And make sure...

he doesn't try to steal anything.

Miss, can you bring me another coffee?

With two spoonfuls of sugar.

No! The sofa...

Dammit!

This is me.

The whole thing must've been a set up
by sensationalist reporters.

They sure paid that bastard to do this.

Yes, Doctor, but they have put
that hell machine in motion.

We have to stop the scandal today.

I think a bulletin where we say
it was all a mistake is more than enough.

I think we should declare

that Mr. Pérez will join
a social readaptation program.

Sure. Or that he will be the recipient

of a living or work assistance program.

Are you idiots or what?

Giving public assistance to this bastard

is like recognizing that the State
still has pending social responsibilities.

And this is about ending once and for all
this crappy populism!

If I may say so, Doctor,

I think we should ask that bum
how much he wants.

I'm sure this is a money matter.

No, I can't, Lalo,
that goes against my principles.

Although...

In this occasion, I think you're right.

And how much should I give him, Doctor?

How much is the minimum wage?

- Well...
- It's...

Maybe about 50, 60 pesos a day.

Well, give him 500 pesos.

I mean, that's almost a paycheck.

Listen, Pérez, I'm fed up with you.

So here's the 3.000 pesos
to end this once and for all.

Thanks, sir.

Hey, sir, didn't we agree at 3.500?

No, Pérez. We said 3.000.

But I distinctly heard...

Here they are, man.

Thank you.

And by the way,
send my regards to the licentiate.

Doctor.

He's a doctor?

Why didn't you tell me?
I have a persistent rash over here.

You cynic, you just won the lottery.

You got off cheap.

Imagine if I had really jumped.

- You wouldn't see the end of it.
- Be grateful times have changed

and that we live by a rule of law.

Because in a different time,
you wouldn't live to say a word.

Yeah, don't get huffy, ok?

You've been warned, Pérez.

Next time, no questions asked,
we'll throw you in jail for life.

Come on, sir.

Listen, I swear
no one will find out about this.

You've been warned.

I have to go, my transport is leaving.

You've been warned, bastard.

I like that man.

"Mr. Juan Pérez, who was interviewed
by the Economy Secretary,

admitted he was bribed...

by a journalist
from The Mercurio newspaper...

with the sole intention
of confusing public opinion

and questioning
the remarkable achievements

that this administration has reached
in economic and social matters.

In compliance with the Press Act...",
Blah, blah.

What do you say?

Don Carlos,
I swear everything I wrote is true.

He have the recordings,
if you want to listen.

Carlos, why don't we leave
this nonsense alone?

No. Ramón, forgive me, but the case of...

- What's his name? Juan Pérez.
- Pérez.

This is not nonsense.

It's the perfect example
what all these neoliberals say

is nothing but a great lie.

Do you think they're ending poverty?

Say what you will,
but macroeconomic numbers agree with them.

Macroeconomic numbers?
Please, Ramón, are you kidding me?

You're starting to sound like them.

I'm sure the Chicago Boy bribed this guy
to say this.

Sorry for insisting, Carlos,
but it's best to nip this by the roots.

Okay. Enough.

Publish Chicago Boy's bulletin.

But, so he doesn't get away with it,
bury it on page 20.

- Ok.
- And you.

You go look for this Juan Pérez,
through sky, sea and land.

And if my suspicion
that Lascuráin bribing him is confirmed,

we won't stop until he resigns here,
at my desk, got it?

"Social martyr a complete hoax".
Metropolitano.

"Fake suicide".

The Centinela.

"Social martyr is total fraud".

The Mexican Gazette.

"Pauper or impostor denies..."

The Continental.

"Murdered by heels".

It can't be. Those Mercurio outcasts
should have put this on the front page

and they put it on page 22.

"He doesn't even admit to his lie".

I can't stand the press mediocrity
in this country.

Look, Pedro,

tell me the truth.

Didn't you feel sorry
for this man and how he lives?

Sorry? I was disgusted.

You shouldn't speak like that.

Do you think this man is poor
because he wants to?

Of course he is.

Don't be silly!

How can you tell me something like that?

Do you want me to explain it to you?

Listen, in a study
that the Secretary conducted,

to the question:
"Why do you think you are poor?",

guess what people answered.

I have no idea.
Well, I guess they blame the system.

Almost 40% said: "It's God's will".

The other 30% said: "That's how life is".

And 20% said it was bad luck.

Only 10% blamed us.

- And the system.
- I'm not buying it.

Do you want proof?

Mary.

Mary, come.

Yes, sir.

Mary, we want to ask something.

But you have to tell me the truth.

Why do you think you
and your family are poor?

Mary, you don't have to answer.

Mary, no, please do.

Honestly, sir, some years ago
I thought it was God's will.

Then I thought it was bad luck.

But now I'm really sure
it's this government's fault.

And all the other scoundrels
who were there before you.

Thanks, Mary. You can leave.

See?

Maybe this Mr. Pérez doesn't fit in
with your statistics either.

Nena, make no mistake.

There's a huge difference between Mary,

who greatly surpasses
the marginalization standards,

and who is an economically
productive person,

and social parasites like Pérez.

Scroungers like him hinder
this country's development.

Well, say what you will,
but do something to help them.

Okay. Like what?

Well, I don't know!

But it terrifies me to think that one day

these people will get tired
of living like this.

I don't even want to imagine
what they would be capable of.

Maybe they will even eat us alive.

Well, thank God this matter is over.

BUT GOD DIDN'T SHARE THE SAME OPINION.

Juanito,

you really nailed it with the TV,
I had never seen my dad so happy.

And did you like your presents?

Of course I did. They're precious.

You can tell it's quality stuff.

That's nothing, Rosita.

Wait for next payday and I'll bring you...

a new stove!

No, don't squander. Remember we must save.

How can't I squander, Rosita?

Everything looks different
with money in your pocket.

Look.

Where did you get that job?

I have a friend in the upper echelons
of the government.

He recommended me at a factory.

The only drawback
is that I'll need to hit the books.

But I'm not the brightest bulb in the box.

- What?
- I'm dullard.

Look.

Juanito.

It makes me so happy
to see how you have changed.

Just remember your promise.

With a job and a new house...

you will marry me, right?

Pérez and Rosa are dating!

Stop it, kids!

You damn kids, come over here!

Santa Claus also has something for you.

Look! Come on!

Juanito, they'll kick us out of here.

I've been here many times before.

We'll see the house I've had my eyes on
and we'll leave.

Look. It's that one.

What do you think?

Isn't it awesome?

I think you've gone mad.

A house like that for us?

Not in a million years, Juan.

When have I failed you, my queen?

What can I say?

- Isn't the garden pretty?
- Yes, it's cute.

Imagine the kids there.

- mean, ours. Do you want to have many?
- Yes, a lot of them.

I brought sardines for a salad.

Like a miraculous saint, buddy.

I think temptation got the best of you
and you sold your body.

If he was blind.

How can I believe somebody
gave you 1000 pesos just like that?

You know me.

Are you back in the game
and stole someone's wallet, buddy?

- Of course!
- Damn buddies, you're so distrustful.

Look.

There it is.

My God.

So now you're famous?

- What's the recipe, buddy?
- It was a piece of cake, buddy.

You have always been a lucky man.

What luck are you talking about, Tamal?

It didn't last.

And the worst thing is
that I got in big trouble.

What else happened, buddy?

I was such a bigmouth,
I told Rosa this story.

Those stories only I can think about.

I told her I had a job,
and that we would save to buy a house.

Why can't I stop this?

I even proposed to her.

What did she say, buddy?

What do you think she'd say
after the picture I painted?

She said yes.

Have you thought about
how to get out of trouble, buddy?

- There we go.
- Come on.

It's cool, man.

Wait.

Good evening.

We came with our buddy.
He's friend's with...

- That's right.
- With him.

- What?
- And your sister?

- What happened?
- Come on!

- I'm just...
- Careful. Look out. Let's go.

- Idiot.
- What is this?

Come on, bastards!

Here it is, again,
the social injustice victim!

And this time I'll really jump,
so you feel ashamed for us, the poor,

you, rich ones!

Dammit.

You can do it, buddy.

You can do it.
Let's see if they'll pay us double, buddy.

You can do it.

Maybe it only works at the other building.

Come on, Tamal! You try it.

Don't listen to him, buddy.

You know he's envious.

He doesn't like to see others succeed.

Come on. Think this through.

- Aren't you forgetting something?
- Let me see.

I went out the window to hide.

I peeked into the street.

I saw a couple bastards
and I called them...

Buddy!

Extra! Extra! He did it!

False martyr fulfilled his promise!

Extra! Extra! Take it!

HE DID IT!

We're all Pérez!

- We're all Pérez!
- Don't worry. Please.

- Go there.
- We're all Pérez!

We're all Pérez!

Doctor, calm down, please.

We're all Pérez!

- Through here.
- Not now, sir.

Not now, gentlemen, please.

Doctor, what can you tell us
about what happened yesterday?

How do you feel about being blamed
for Mr. Pérez's decision?

Is this the end of your presidential run
for the World Bank?

We will issue a statement today
where we will set our position.

Mr. Secretary, some say
that if Mr. Pérez dies,

your resignation is imminent.

Please, don't be insolent!

Traitor pig!

Traitor pig!

You're the best, damn Felipe!

This will secure us, at least,
the National Journalism Award.

Thanks, Don Carlos.

I would have never thought something
so stupid would make such a scandal.

Even the Times and the Washington Post
are publishing it as curiosity collum.

And we're just starting.

Pray to God
our advocate of social justice dies,

because we will milk the hell out of it.

At least, Lascuráin's head.

The jerk thought
he was already the World Bank President.

- May I?
- What is it?

We ran out of print
since 11 a.m., don Carlos.

At this rate, we'll have to double
the print run.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome. Excuse me.

- Here's to you, my dear Felipe.
- Thanks, Don Carlos.

I'm really grateful
that you took a chance on me.

And here's to...

- Pérez.
- To Juan Pérez.

May God help him, but not for long.

Cheers.

No way!

Look at it this way, Rosita.

At least the food is not so bad here.

The bed isn't bad either, Rosita.

Look, Rosita, my buddy was born
with a lucky star.

The doctors said he barely made it.

Yes, don File.

But what if he doesn't wake up?

I think it's your fault!

You're all always encouraging him
to keep drinking.

Like he needs fins to swim.

Or wings to fly.

You're the worst!

Don't look at it like that, Rosita.

Look at the bright side.

My buddy is a big celebrity.

Didn't you see how handsome he looks
in today's newspaper?

He looks like a movie star.

He looks like baby Jesus.

Let's think about the worst-case scenario.

On this very day...

Pérez dies.

Firstly, the stock market will crash.

And your image, Doctor.

Market analysts are talking
about the Pérez-Lascuráin effect.

Come on, don't worry. We'll make history.

But, like our colleagues,
with the December Mistake.

Don't say that.

Not even as a joke.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

I won't end up as a consultant,
or like a teacher in some damn college.

What happened, Lalo? Did you find him?

He's in the ICU at the General Hospital,
but, unfortunately, the prognosis is bad.

There goes my World Bank dream.

Don't worry, Doctor.

- We must have faith in God.
- Screw you! Don't be naive.

Only poor people believe
that God solves everything.

I'm sorry, sir.

In the meantime, we must get that bastard
out of that lousy hospital.

Yes, sir.

With our last budget cut, you'd be lucky
if they even had Band-Aids.

Look, the licentiate
that visits him just arrived.

Gentlemen, can I have your attention?

If I may.

Sir, how are you?

- How's it going?
- How are you? Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, sir.

Take him, boys. Please.

What?

What will you do? He's still alive.

Ma'am, don't make a fuss.
We have a court order to transfer him.

Yes, but the lady is right.

You're violating my buddy's
institutional human rights.

You can't take him just because.

It's not just because.

Please, take this.

Gentlemen.

Ma'am.

Take it, ma'am.
This is for Mr. Pérez well-being.

We'll take him to a place
where he'll be better served.

Can't we go too?

We're his family, sir. It's...

Not for the time being.

Take him, boys!

Take him out the back,
and make sure no one sees you.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Don't touch me.

Technically speaking, Pedro,

there is no reason
for this subject to be unresponsive.

Apparently, the fall didn't affect
any of his vital organs.

Thank God.

Nevertheless,

what's surprising is
how this man could survive

before the accident.

What are you talking about, Isaac?

He was with me a couple days ago
and he was perfectly fine.

Long story short,

your friend suffers,
among many other ailments,

pernicious anemia, chronic malnutrition,
early stages of liver cirrhosis.

Severe decalcification.

Brain hypertrophy.

And we have found evidence
of syphilis, gonorrhea,

cell degeneration, cholera, malaria.

And a myriad of ailments,
obviously related to his social standing,

that we believed
no longer existed on Earth.

Yes, but I don't give a damn
about what he had before.

As you can see, that's not my problem.

Isaac, you have to do something.

We can try some shock treatment.

But it's risky.

Frankly,

he might die on the table.

Ok.

I'll take a chance.

We're...

in God's hands now.

Rosa said he's not at the Red Cross
nor the Green Cross.

Maybe he croaked.

I hope you're wrong, Aztec, don't jinx it.

Poor buddy.

To die young, facing the sky,

just when his luck started to change.

You should have seen his gal...

She was devastated.

We shouldn't have let them
take him, buddies.

All for only 100 pesos.

So cheap!

We're so ungrateful, buddies.

What did those guys do to his body?

What could they do?

They must have opened him up
and thrown him in a common grave.

Too bad, my Lucifer.

We are all going there.

Deepest sympathies, Lucifer.

Here's to you, buddy!

May God rest your soul.

Sorry! What happened?

Look, blondie!

I'm on TV again!

I told you you're a big celebrity.

They talked about you last night
on all the news channels.

Just look at this place.

No matter how much I think about it,
I don't understand how I got here.

With all the things you did,
everyone thinks you're a hero.

Blondie, could I be dreaming?

I never dreamed like this,
not even if I smoked grass.

But what if I'm dead and you're an angel?

I can give you a shot
to prove you're alive.

Come on! Let's go.

But who's paying for all this?

What if they ask you for something that...

Be patient. They'll explain everything.

My God!

As if I cared.

As long as I live like this for a week,

I could sell my soul to the Devil.

Dear Pérez!

How are you? How are you feeling?

Like a million bucks! Can't you see?

I know you! Thank you so much!

- How is he, miss?
- He won't stop eating, but he seems fine.

- Should I get Doctor Goldberg?
- No, I just spoke to him.

But I will ask you to, please,
get me a wheelchair.

Yes, sir.

Won't this cost you an arm and a leg, sir?

I told you not to worry about that, Pérez.

I wish money could solve everything.

Well, you say that because
you must be loaded.

I can tell you are a rich boy.

You must think that wealthy people
have no problems, right?

Of course, right?

No. You're wrong.

Like in many other things,
you and I are the same, Pérez.

Come on, sir!

- A little less.
- Look at it this way.

The more you have,
the more problems you get.

And your responsibilities are larger.

There are days
when I wish I as free as you.

Well, if you want, we can switch lives.

No, come on.

There will always be rich and poor.

Sadly, that situation
will always stay like that.

Really, sir?

That sucks, right?

You can't imagine
how hard life is for the poor.

Of course I can, Pérez.

Perfectly.

That's why I want to help you.
So you get better.

And I have a proposition for you.

I'll recommend you to get a good job.

A job?

Come on, sir. Weren't we friends?

Then what? How do you want me to help?

Well.

I'll have to accept the job, too bad,
but what I really want is...

A little house.

A little house.

No, don't think I want something fancy.

Something simple, but high-quality.

It's just that...

I have always dreamed of having a home

where I can raise a family and...

An opportunity like that
happens once in a lifetime.

Ok, Pérez. I accept it.

Really, sir?

- Really, sir?
- Sit down, Pérez.

- Thank you!
- You're too weak! Sit down.

But you'll have to help me
in return, Pérez.

Yes, sir! Your wish is my command.

Pay attention.

If you do everything I say,
I promise that your dream will come true.

What do you think, blondie?

Amazing! You look so fancy.

How am I?

You're this actor's spitting image...

From the white and black films.

What was his name? So funny!

- A funny actor?
- Yes!

Good evening. Thank you for coming.

Doctor, can you tell us
about the condition of...

Before answering, miss,

I would like to share
some thoughts with you all.

The mass media committed to the truth
and the democratic change

has been witness to the enormous efforts

that my administration
has made to end poverty in this country.

Unfortunately,
there are still some media representatives

that spread lies and defamation.

That's their way of life.

And the unfortunate case of Juan Pérez
is an example of the aforementioned.

That's why I have decided that today,
and to clear up all your doubts,

Mr. Juan Pérez will answers
all your questions himself.

Juan, please.

Juan.

- Yes. Hello.
- No, here.

Evening.

How can I explain why I did what I did?

Well, here it comes.

Have you ever thought

what a bitch a heartbreak can be?

Well, that's exactly what happened to me.

Imagine that, after a life full of love
alongside the woman of your dreams,

she leaves you for another bastard.

No. Wait. You tell me.

Who wouldn't want to off themselves
with such a story?

- Let me tell you...
- It's enough, Juan.

- I'm almost done.
- No! It's enough.

Any other question?

How can we be really sure
that this is Mr. Pérez?

I'm a new person.

Please, let's not start
with that story again.

Mr. Pérez, then, to clear the air.

Did you ever doubt or blamed
Secretary Lascuráin for your decision?

No way, miss.

The licentiate and I are really good pals,
right, sir?

Mr. Pérez, aren't you worried that,
after what you just confessed,

people might consider you a fraud?

It all depends, young man.

I mean, if you want me to say yes,
then yes.

Now, if you want me to say no, then no.
Got it?

Mr. Pérez,
I don't know if you remember me.

Not really, young man.

I'm the reporter that interviewed you

the night you almost jumped off
the World Financial Center.

Don't you remember?

No, I was really distressed, young man,
how could I remember you?

I only have one question, Mr. Pérez.

But it's a matter of life or death to me.

Don't be so rough.

Come on, let me have it!

Could you tell me, in all honesty,

if you have suffered pressure
or attempts of bribery by the government

to change your statement?

Look, young man.
It takes one to know one. Don't you think?

Our friend Pérez is something!

It's wonderful to prove
that this country's humble people,

despite their tribulations,
always have a sense of humor.

Thank you for coming.

FRAUD!

Extra! Extra! Fraud!

The false social martyr confesses
his scam!

Extra! Extra!

FRAUD!

AND THAT'S HOW THAT PÉREZ
MADE HIS DREAM COME TRUE.

And now, in the name of God,
I pronounce you husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride, Juan.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Dear family.

I must tell you that today...

is a very special day to me.

I mean, not only special.

Today is the happiest day
of my whole damn life.

And I want you to know

that, despite how poor we are,

one day our dreams can come true.

Because let me tell you that I...

I saw no end in sight.

In fact, I saw all of you
like a different class.

But it's always darkest before dawn.

And to not bore you with my chatter,

I just want to tell you all
to not lose your faith.

Because I'm sure

that you'll make your
dreams come true as well.

Because we live in the country
of opportunities.

And just to cap off,

I wish with all my heart...

that you can be as happy as we are.

Right, my love?

See, sister? I told you the rich cry too.

They wish they were rich!

They are not even middle class.

Kiss!

- Kiss!
- Bravo!

Long live the newlyweds!

Bravo!

Take care of her, Pérez.

And you better be good, man.

Because you're taking
what I love the most.

Don't worry, father-in-law,
Rosita is in great hands.

You've been warned, man.

Come on, daddy. See you later.

Go on, honey.

Let's go, my queen.

Don't cry, dad!

PARADISE WOODS

A PLACE TO MAKE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE

But this is a palace, Juanito.

I couldn't have imagined
it was that pretty.

Wait until you see the inside.

Let's hope you don't pass out.

Let's do it like in the movies.

How?

So, Rosita,
what do you think about the house?

Isn't it wonderful?

Honestly, it's beautiful.

This truly is like winning the lottery.

What lottery? I worked very hard for this.

And speaking of work,
at what time you have to get up tomorrow?

I think about 4 a.m.

Because the house is fantastic but...

But it's very isolated.

Do you know what do you want for lunch?

You know I settle for any little thing.

Well, then you'll be surprised!

Because, besides everything,
I'm a great cook.

Rosita, what did you think
about what I told you?

Juan, isn't it too soon
to think about kids?

Because I think kids...

Wait.

Did someone knock?

Let them knock. Who knocks at this time?

You better check it out,
what if it's important?

Excuse me, gentleman,
does Juan Pérez live here?

No. I think you made a mistake.

Damn buddy!

Seeing is believing.

- We must make a toast.
- Yes!

It's a miracle!

Look at him! He looks like someone else.

No, well, he looks like...

Like Johnny Pérez or something!

What a surprise, buddies!

I don't drink anymore.

- Won't you invite us in?
- Of course. Come in, buddies.

- What's up?
- Rosita, what are you doing here?

What do you mean, Don File?
This is my house.

No way! Look at that!

A color TV and everything,
it's a whole mansion.

Yes, small but cozy, right?

Right, buddy.

We are so happy to see you.

We all thought
you were deceased, dead, stiff.

Come on, buddy!

Don't say that.

Just saying.

But now that we found you, we'll ask.

Buddy...

where can we stay?

Because I guess we are still a family, no?

I'm sorry, buddy.

But that's complicated.

Don't take it the wrong way, but...

Things have changed.

By the way,
don't you want a piece of cake?

Buddy...

don't tell me you got married.

Excuse me, I'll leave so you can talk.

Yes.

Welcome, sister, I mean, Rosita.

Well, yes, buddies, I got married.

I looked for you all
to deliver your invitations,

but everything happened so fast,
that I didn't have time to find you.

Well, don't worry about us.

Just pretend we were notified.

Because you're letting us stay, right?

I'm sorry, buddies...

There's no room here.

Well, here, right?

No freaking way.

It's gone to his head. Yes.

A pair of tits have more power
than a flock of oxen.

But as the saying goes,
"To be or not to be".

Let's go! We do have dignity.

We've been kicked out of better homes.
Let's go!

Buddies!

Buddies.

Buddies.

I'm really sorry,
but this chance is one in a million.

Don't worry, buddy.

We understand.

People have to make progress.

Even if, to do so, they have to backstab
people they love the most.

Listen, to show you I still love you,
why don't you spend Christmas with us?

Damn, buddy.

It is February.

Let's leave it there.

You better take your damn new house
and your Christmas and stick it up your...

- Your...
- Good riddance, buddy.

We're cutting ties.

Keep enjoying your new rich life, bastard.

Don't be like that, Juanito.

All this costs you a lot of work.

Luckily, you have left that life behind.

Yes, Rosita, but...

But to be honest, it makes me very sad.

They might look really beggarly,
but those guys were like my family.

I know.

Take that look off your face
and come with me.

Didn't we agree
to make this a day for celebration?

Of course, buddies, that bastard
is so damn ungrateful!

Everything he has, he owes it to us,
am I right?

Stop it, Tamal. Calm down.

Think of something else.

Yes, what if our buddy
thinks it through and regrets it, Tamal?

It's a matter of class,
none of us would have behaved like that.

What?

So if you win the lottery,
you'd be like that asshole?

No way, buddy!

So that's why I'm right,
that bastard is nothing but a traitor.

Tamal, don't be so harsh with him.

Look, my Tamal.

It's not nice to say this,
but be positive.

Think that, maybe one day,
we'll win the lottery.

And then,
even our luck would change, and look...

No, Filemón, buddy, it's not about luck.

I think that bastard used us.

If you want to forgive him, do it,
but to me, that bastard...

Goodbye, he's dead.

See you later, buddies.

See you later, Aztec.

This can't be, Nena.
Do you remember Joe Stiglitz?

Yes.

He was a White House consultant.

He later became president
of the World Bank.

Yes, he won the Nobel Prize later on, no?

Now I want you to listen
to what he'll say.

"In my role as vice president
of the World Bank,

I saw it first-hand

the devastating effect globalization
can have on developing countries.

And, especially,
over those countries' poor folk".

Honey, isn't it the epitome of cynicism?

I don't know. Maybe he's right.

But Nena, after he became a billionaire
with all positions he held,

it turns out he dislikes the system?

That's like pissing your own bed.

Hello?

Yes, put him on the phone.

How are you, Lalo?

Yes, wait a second, I'll get him.

- I was just with him!
- He says it's urgent. Answer him.

What is it, Lalo?

Are you sure?

And do you know who he is?

No, Lalo, do whatever it takes.

Just don't let the press
hear about it, ok?

Whatever it takes, Lalo.

Listen to me, bastards!

I might not seem like it,
but I'm poor too!

And sometimes I'm even honorable!

And all I want

is the same thing
you gave to my treacherous buddy!

Answer, Ramón. Please.

- Yes?
- What were you saying?

Yes.

And he's still there?

Wait a second. Carlos.

You won't believe this.

But there's a new paladin
of social justice.

And, he's imitating this Pérez.

He wants to jump off the National Lottery.
Do we send someone?

Yeah, sure. Why don't you cover it?

No, Beto, forget it. No one.

Okay.

It's just what this damn country needed,
a deluge of poor people.

You have to be freaking kidding me.

I'll settle for a new or an old blanket.

Well, an old blanket
is a good blanket, but...

Well, whatever you want.

Mexico, I believe in you!

But thanks to this unfair system,

I'm going to immolate my life,
in support of my countrymen in disgrace.

What is it?

Another one?

Do you know how many are them?

No, do what you want, but please, find out
how big is the problem!

And fix it, please!

Whatever! However you want to!

Jeez!

I swear, grandpa, one day,

whatever it takes me,
I will end with that bunch of bums.

And I want my house with two color TVs!

And two fridges with some beers inside.

Mr. Tamal!

Don't worry, Mr. Tamal!

Get down!

And I promise your friend's house
will look like a shack compared to yours!

Hell yeah!

Wait!

And I also want a car
like the one you gave that jerk!

Although I can't drive.

We'll pay for your lessons.

But please, get down carefully.

Help them!

- Wait!
- Don't be too rough, we want him alive.

What happened, Lalo?

What did you do with them?

They are detained at the precinct, Doctor.

So what?

I'm sure it was Pérez's fault. Right?

Well, Pandora's box is open.

Let's think about the worst-case scenario.

I don't want to imagine it, Doctor.

What if Pérez becomes the role model
for all the poor people in this country?

No.

Just do the math.

There's 60 million people living
in extreme poverty,

multiplied by 15.000 dollars
Pérez's joke costed us...

the country would be bankrupt, Doctor.

Did I ever tell you about Doctor Fidman?

He was my professor in Chicago.

He was an inveterate progressist,

but he always recommended me
to turn back to the basics.

So in this Pérez's case,
we'll have to apply Newton's third law.

OR, WHICH IS THE SAME AS...

WHAT GOES UP, MUST COME DOWN.

Juanito...

don't you think six times is too much
for one night?

We have to make up for all the lost time.

Well, yes, but It's really late.

And you have to get up early tomorrow
to go to work.

But this is our honeymoon!

I mean, now that I get paid,
I'll take you to Acapulco.

But meanwhile, let me water the garden.

And you won't believe me,
but I'm ready again.

Okay.

Come here.

- Wait. They're knocking.
- No!

It must be my buddies again.

But I'll kick them out right away.

Wait.

Don't fall asleep, ok?

No.

Mr. Juan Pérez?

You're under arrest.

Juan Pérez X.

- Do you have any questions?
- I do, chief.

What am I being accused of?

The aforementioned
tried to fool the authority

with identity fraud and false testimony.

Evidently,

the defendant had a well-orchestrated plan
to blackmail us.

He tried to sexually abuse me.

No, because of that man

we couldn't respond to the 2-14
at the thread factory.

No, we gathered thousands
of signatures for the cause.

We even made T-shirts.

Some people died.

Mr. Pérez left hospital
without paying the bill.

And let me mention
that it's over 250.000 dollars.

Damn Pérez, I think that bastard
is in cahoots with the great capital.

But I'm innocent!
This whole thing is a conspiracy.

I'm innocent!

No, I don't really know that Pérez,

but from what I heard,
that bastard is a real bastard.

No, come on!

That guy has always been a crook.

I’ve known him since he was little.

Just look at what he did
to the licentiate.

He deserves life imprisonment,
don't you think?

Don't worry, Rosita.

I spoke to the lawyer,
and he told me I'd get two months at most.

Of course he'll say that, I had to sell
all our furniture to pay him.

Son of a gun! They're all the same.

Don't tell me you sold the TV too.

Not only that, Juan.

My dad is worried
because he can't pay for the wedding.

And, to make it worse,

two of my brothers are in the hospital
because of the party's tamales.

Don't get worried, Rosita.

When I'm free from jail,
I'll work really hard to help your family.

You'll see that love
will make everything right.

- Ok?
- Yes, Juan.

Because, the truth is...

you promised me paradise...

but this is turning out to be
worse than hell.

Don't say that, Rosita.

I swear I'll do everything I promised.

Two months will fly by, think about that.

I really hope it's only two months, Juan.

Because, if you get more time...

we'll be screwed.

They're here, Doctor.

THE SCAM IS OVER SOCIAL MARTYR LOCKED UP

You won't believe this.

But we have a lot to thank for
to this pathetic Pérez.

How come, Doctor?

Because, thanks to him,

I have actually found the way
to end poverty in this country.

How, Doctor?

Since we arrived at the Secretary,
this has been our main worry.

And we haven't achieved anything.

In fact, in the past three years
the marginalization indexes doubled.

Relax. You'll find the answer on your own.

Nowadays,

how much does each poor person cost us?

If we count assistance programs, food,
education, living and health subsidies,

it's an average of two dollars a day.

Multiply that for 63 million poor people.

It's 126 million a day.

By 365 days.

Forty-five billion dollars a year,
approximately.

What good is that for?

Really? Not much.

Giving money to the poor
is like wasting it.

Now think, what would happen

if, instead of giving them
two dollars daily,

we gave them just one?

Well, for starters,
we'd lower the tax deficit by half.

And what if we gave them nothing?

Nothing at all?

Nothing.

- Well, then...
- Son of a bitch.

We'd even reach a surplus
in the public account.

- But...
- Exactly.

Our dream would come true.

Zero deficit.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

Economically speaking,
your proposal sounds great,

but what would happen to people?

With two dollars a day
they can barely manage to survive.

- That's the solution.
- Which one, Doctor?

Instead of trying to end poverty,

we have to end the poor.

In compliance with procedural obligations,

and based on the impartial
assessment of the evidence

and accounts provided by the parties,

Mr. Juan Pérez X is sentenced

to three years of imprisonment,
non-commutable, without bail.

Res judicata.

- Rosita.
- Juanito.

- Leave him!
- No!

- Juanito!
- Rosita.

- Juanito!
- Let him rot!

- No, dad! Juanito!
- Come on!

- Rosita.
- No!

Juan!

Doctor, you have no idea
how this turned out.

Like a soap opera, I swear!

Rosita.

My Rosita.

My Rosita.

My Rosita.

THREE YEARS LATER...

Juan Pérez,

go to the gate with your stuff.

FOR SALE AS PLOT
ENTRY IS FORBIDDEN

PARADISE WOODS FOR SALE AS PLOT

Name?

Juan Pérez.

Number?

What the hell do you want here, Pérez?

What's up, father-in-law?
What kind of welcome is that?

You are not welcome, bastard.

I just wanted to know...

where can I find Rosa?

- You really don't know?
- Know what?

Or you're just acting the fool?

What happened to my wife?

I'll tell you.

Just so you never set foot in this place.

After you were imprisoned

a whole lot of misfortunes
have befallen us.

We lost the Paradise house.

One of my kids died.

And I was almost thrown in jail too.

And poor Rosita...

She couldn't stand so much tragedy.

One day...

I got a call.

And they told me she jumped from a bridge.

And now that you know,

I hope your conscience
eats you away, bastard.

Because, if there's someone to blame
for all this misery,

it was you, bastard.

My Rosita.

My Rosita.

What is this? Let's see.

"Entry is forbidden!

Begging and vagrancy

are forbidden".

My buddies.

Good evening, friend.

Wait.

Good evening.

Are you okay?

The truth is, I'm not.

Do you want something to eat?

No, thank you.

I appreciate it, but maybe another day.

Really?

Look, we don't have much to offer,
but we do it in good faith.

No, really. Thank you.

Here, take this.

I hope this helps.

I'm really grateful to you.

People like you
make me trust humanity again.

No, it's not men. It's God, our Lord,

with His greatness and kindness,
He always brightens our darkest moments.

Well, I had even stopped believing in Him.

But now I'm really confused.

Have no doubt, my friend.

God is real,
and He's always there to help us.

Yes.

Again, thank you very much
and I'll think about what you said.

Have no doubt, my friend.

God exists.

Rosita...

Rosita.

Why?

Why, God?

Here...

died...

Juan...

Pérez.

Blame licentiate Lascuráin.

Bastards!

My son, don't commit this atrocity.

Suicide is the worst of sins.

Really, father?

But it's better to be dead
than to go on living this damn life.

Remember there is always a light
at the end of the tunnel.

Come!

Come, my son.

Let's go.

Come.

Come with me.

But father, if you knew everything
that have happened to me...

It's not worth to keep living, father.

Come and listen to our Lord's word.

Father, didn't we go too far?

It seems like he's not breathing.

He deserved it, the son of a bitch.

We have fewer and fewer devotes
because of individuals like him.

Buddies!

- There you go.
- Sit down here.

No, easy. Lie down. Come on.

Buddies?

Buddies?

Am I in hell?

No, buddy.

Your status just went down.

So what, buddies?

Did you forgive me?

How can't we forgive you, buddy?
You're family!

Or rather...

Did you forgive me?

How can't I forgive you, my Tamal?
You're my brother.

Come here!

Buddies, what are you doing here?

Really, don't take this the wrong way,
but I thought you croaked.

We were close.

It's a miracle we're alive.

If you knew
how much this country has changed.

What happened, buddy?

This damn government of supposed change.

From one day to the next,
they decided that being poor was a crime.

And since we couldn't
migrate to the States,

we're living here hiding.

And if you don't have a big number,
like the one you carry,

you get caged like a monkey.
Just like that.

Well, this sounds messed up.

It's worse than that, buddy.

Well, and what happened to you?

Don't remind me of that, buddy.

This has been the worst day of my life.

What do you mean the worst?

You got out of jail.

Yes, but I just found out
what happened to my Rosita.

What happened to her?

That poor girl killed herself
because of me.

How come she killed herself, buddy?

No! Rosa is alive.

- She's alive?
- Yes.

She's alive.

She's alive.

Why didn't she visit me, if all...?

All I could do was think of her.

No, buddy.

She went to see you many times,

but they always told her you were
in the Marias Islands.

And if you don't know,
she got arrested too.

- And why?
- What do you mean?

Because of that licentiate,
Lascuráin, your friend!

He wanted to take away her little house.

But she defended it
like a lioness with her cubs.

She went to prison just for that.

Damn licentiate!

And that's not all.

They wanted to take her baby,
but she didn't let them.

Does Rosa have a child?

Damn! Didn't you know that either, buddy?

We call him "Little Bull" affectionately.

I knew something like that would happen.

They're all the same.

- Don't be stupid, buddy.
- Don't cry.

The boy looks just like you.

So I have a son?

I have a son, buddies!

That's it, my buddy!

What happened?

Well, I don't know
if it's good or bad news, buddy.

But you always dreamed
of having a family, right?

But tell me, buddy,

what future can I offer Rosita
and my heir,

if I'm a damn loser,
and now I'm worse than ever?

Buddy, you're not a loser.

It's this freaking world, or God's will
that won't let us walk foreword.

Here, if you're born poor,
you'll die poor.

And we're all in this category.

No, buddies.

It's not this damn world, nor God's will.

It's because of those bastards
that run the World.

Like that damn licentiate Lascuráin.

It's his fault we can't get out
of this hole.

Well, you're right, buddy.

We're doomed to live in opulence
for centuries on end.

Damn luck!

No, buddies,
things don't always have to be like that.

They are now, but we just need someone
to step forward to start the change.

It sounds
like you have become a communist, buddy.

No, I'm not a communist!

We just need to take justice
into our own hands.

No, buddy! That's very dangerous.

What else do we have left, buddy?

Listen, if everything works out,
we'll empty that rich boy's house.

And I speak with full awareness.

One day as a rich man...

is better than a life as a poor man.

I think there's no turning back.

You have become a communist, buddy.

Well, tell us what's the plan!

We're taking Lascuráin out.

Okay! Let's go!

Okay, buddy, watch your step!

Careful!

Help me!

- Pull me out!
- Move over!

- Help me!
- Come here.

Come on, help me get out.

- Come on.
- Leave that.

Is that your friend's house, buddy?

Just one of them, buddy.

I think the bastard has eight of them
spread around the world.

I'll sound really stupid,

but does a job in the government
pays that well?

Just imagine, if a minion lives like that,
how does the damn president live?

No, those own even ranches.

It's tough.

And philosophically speaking, buddy,
they come into power and it's done!

- Just as crooked as the other ones.
- Just as dishonest. They're all the same.

Come on! Enough with the political gossip
and let's get to work.

Buddy, what's our strategy?

- Let me think.
- Goddammit!

I got it!

Come here, buddies.

Listen, buddies,
you make a pyramid for me.

- Yeah, a pyramid.
- And I'll jump the fence.

Yeah.

And then I'll open the door.

It's always the same thing.

"I'll go in first,
and I'll take all the glory,

and the newspaper photo". Go to hell.

Okay, my Tamal. You go first.

Come on. Get up!

- Come on! Let's go!
- Go!

Wait, I have to warm up.
What if I get cramps?

- Come on, buddy!
- The pyramid.

- Come on!
- The pyramid.

- It's okay, thanks.
- The pyramid.

Give me a hand.

Come on.

- Push me!
- Wait, man!

Tamal!

Look at those idiots, partner.

Should we lower the voltage?

No, let them fry for a while,
maybe it will cure their stupidity.

Headquarters, we have an alpha two code.

C21, I dispatched the code. Over.

The cops! Let's go!

The cops!

You were right, buddy.

We were born to lose.

Your friend, the minister said that.

There have always been rich and poor
and there always will be.

Or like the Bible says:

"Blessed are the poor,
for ours is the Kingdom of Heaven".

But we'll have to wait a little
to taste it.

Screw the Bible, buddy.

Today we proved that there really...

That there really is no God.

No, buddies.

God exists.

And I know where he lives.

THE STRANGLER IS BACK

Careful with the socks!

- Carlos!
- What happened? Why are you so happy?

I brought you two breaking news
for History!

A good and a bad one.
Which one do you want first?

The good one, of course.

Your friend Lascuráin finally quit.

- No!
- Yes.

And the bad one?

Get ready.

Because you'll have a heart attack.

Because of you and that idiot Pérez,

the world is screwed.

That's right, Arturo,

all we have left to tell our audience is
that Doctor Lascuráin Hartman,

author of the now famous
"Mexican Miracle",

will shortly take over
the presidency of the World Bank,

and from there,

he'll try to apply his revolutionary
economic theory globally.

Live for ABC News,
from Stockholm, Sweden,

Carlos Guadarrama.

Thanks to that man,
who just got a big prize on TV,

you will have a very bright future.

I swear, if one day I run into him,
I'll smother him with kisses.

No.

Come in!

- Buddy!
- Come in!

What happened, buddies? You're so late!

You see...

We had a little grievance
with the new house neighbors,

but we talked things out
and they calmed down right away.

Right, buddies?

Make yourselves at home.

Do you want anything to drink?

I have some fine quality booze.

What's taking you so long, buddy?

Come on! Leave him.

Like father, like son.

This boy looks just like you.

As long as he's not as mischievous.

Buddies, you went too far.

Come on, buddies, step in,
the dinner is getting cold.

That looks good!

Hello, little fellow!

That's all he's eating.

See, buddies? I told you.

One day as a rich man is better
than a life as a poor man.

- Hell, yeah!
- Cheers.

THE END

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