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Have some water.

How long have I been here?

You've been in a coma for eight days.

This calls for a toast.

Let's make a toast. Cheers!

-Congratulations. -Thanks.

To our unrelenting attorney!

-Cheers, people. -Cheers!

I almost miss it.

I've just run into assistant DA Rojas.

He said he'd recommend you

to replace him if he goes to the Supreme Court.

I doubt he will.

Unless you win another big case, right?

-Can I have a drink? -Let's make it two.

This arrived just after you left.

What is it?

One of those cases you like so much.

Homicide?

Matricide, boss.

So many angles.

So many angles.

It's a complicated case.

You said that.

Right.

Besides, if we get DA Restrepo...

She specializes in crimes against women.

She's just got a life sentence for a murder and rape case.

I'll be very frank with you.

The way I see it, you have two choices.

Either you plead guilty and avoid spending 20 years in prison

or we can take it to court but...

I can't guarantee the results.

Plead guilty of what?

Murder.

We can go for a temporary insanity defense,

emotional stress...

They'd give you no more than eight to twelve years.

Twelve?

Twelve?

The alternative is up to thirty years.

But I...

I shouldn't be here.

Are you alright?

Please go.

Anyway, if there's anything you need...

And...

Let me give you some advice.

When they're taking you to prison, don't make eye contact with anyone.

Don't do anything that may be seen as defiance,

let alone smile.

Try to keep a low profile. That's the best you can do.

Fanny!

Would you come here, please?

Fanny, would you come here, please?

Mom, what can I do for you?

No.

No, sweetheart. Not you. Please call Fanny.

-It's all right, I'm here. -I know, son.

-No, son. Please call Fanny, okay? -It's alright.

I said no!

Not you.

Go away. Get me Fanny, please. Go!

Call Fanny.

Hey, Bambino. Where's Mom?

Fanny, how's my mother?

She's a piece of work.

I told her not to call you when I'm here. There's no need.

She's so hard headed.

How is she?

She's having a lousy morning.

She couldn't sleep last night because of the pain.

But I gave her her medicine.

-How much did you give her? -Half a tablet.

The doctor said not to give her too much.

Too much?

Too much? How many times do I have to say it?

I'm making her some lime blossom tea. That helps her.

Right, tea. What the hell will that do for her, Fanny?

I'm sorry.

The doctor said...

-Is that you, son? -Yes, Mom. How are you feeling?

So...

The pain in my leg kept me up all night.

It's still sore now, sweetheart.

Here.

There you go.

Thank you.

Okay, now drink this.

This will help with the pain.

Careful, it's hot.

Look at your hair. You look like a witch.

That was your grandmother.

Your father's mother, not mine.

That's better.

We'll go see the eye doctor on Monday. You need surgery, okay?

I hope...

I hope it helps a little.

God willing.

It will help.

It helped Luci's husband, didn't you know?

-No. -He has the eyes of an eagle now.

All the better for him.

He can finally see how ugly his wife is.

Don't laugh. You're so mean.

Don't do that, Carlitos.

I'm not saying it, he did.

You're making it up. That poor woman.

Okay, give me that.

It's okay. Breathe slowly, okay?

Wait.

It's okay.

Let's go then.

Let's go.

The woman's drawer was like a pharmacy.

There were sleeping pills, painkillers, anti-inflammatory pills,

morphine.

And then skin ointments, eye drops...

You know how it is with old people, they become pill collectors.

Morphine isn't that common.

That's right. We're investigating who prescribed it,

if she ever got a prescription.

-Any weapons? -No.

Nothing outside the usual to keep at home.

What's the usual?

If you think about it,

any object in a house can be used as a weapon.

For example, kitchen knives...

What about fire arms?

No, none of that.

Unless you consider a kitchen lighter a fire arm.

Inspector Salinas, are you kidding me?

No, not at all, madam. I'm just being thorough.

Tell me about the victim.

Luzmila Henao, 82 years old.

Judging from the neighbors' statements and a walking cane we found,

she had trouble moving around.

She suffered from degenerative osteoarthritis.

One of her nieces would come to help her,

and she lived with her son, the defendant.

A man in his forties living with his mother?

Here are the victim's bank account statements.

You can see there she didn't have much he could take.

That's what it looks like.

Unless she hid her money inside the walls or something.

-Any life insurance policy? -No, madam.

We can rule out financial motives.

Well, that's up to you, of course.

Are you in a hurry?

No, madam, not at all.

TO IVÁN

Who's Iván?

Two pregnant women.

A butterfly.

Do you think we'll get to something with this?

I'm trying to establish if you had any issues with your mother.

How could I have any issues with my mother?

Quite the contrary, we got along just fine.

You did? Tell me about her.

My mother is...

Was.

I'm sorry, I'm still processing it.

It's okay, don't worry. Go on.

I don't even know where she's buried or how they did it.

You were close to her, weren't you?

I can't even get her her favorite flowers.

-She loves white peonies... -When did your father die?

I promised her those flowers. I don't know if my brother...

How old was he when he died?

Doctor, could I get permission to go visit my mother's grave?

-Carlos. -What?

-Tell me about your father. -What for?

To get to know the man.

Him or me? If you want to know me, I'm right here.

How do you do? I'm Carlos Framb.

I want to help you, Carlos.

How will you help me?

By writing down I'm insane

according to a test that was invented in the 50's?

It's from 1921.

Thank God. Super modern. That's a relief.

Carlos, don't focus your rage on me.

I'm not your enemy.

Rage?

-Then what do you feel? -Frustration.

-Frustration? -Yes, it's very different from rage.

-Why? -I shouldn't be here.

-You shouldn't? -No.

Where should you be then?

I should be dead.

Dead?

Do you feel so bad about what you did?

You don't understand, do you?

What should I understand, Carlos?

Let me help you.

I am a sane, educated person.

And I had a wonderful relationship with my mother.

But you killed her.

You killed her, Carlos.

According to this report,

the prison psychiatrist didn't find any signs of psychosis

or any other mental illness

that may entail a diminished capacity or responsibility.

Quite the contrary.

The report states the defendant shows no signs of derangement, confusion

or anything entailing a mental diminished capacity.

If I may interject...

Wait for your turn, sir.

Any statements from the defense?

What?

If you have anything to say, now it's your turn.

Right, if it please the court,

I'd like to get a second psychiatric evaluation.

Based on what?

It wasn't done properly.

My client was really...

Your Honor.

I agree with the psychiatrist's report.

How does the defendant plead?

Not guilty.

Your honor, the DA's office had access to a letter,

of which you hold a copy,

where the defendant openly acknowledges his actions.

It's impossible to plead not guilty with it.

What the hell are you...? Excuse my language, your Honor.

I'd like to get a copy of that letter.

The defense will see it in time.

Do you still plead not guilty, Mr. Framb?

-Yes... -Your Honor.

Let's have a break. I think we all need it.

Five minutes. I don't have all day.

Thank you, sir.

Did you really write that letter?

Yes.

Where you casually admit that you killed your mother?

Yes.

You'll be considered a psychopath.

You will hang.

Did you read the letter?

-No. -Then read it.

Read it first.

-Then you'll understand my reasons. -Which reasons? Was it in self-defense?

Was your mother a danger to you? Were you forced? No.

Which reasons may there be so I can defend you in a case like this?

Nobody cares about your reasons. Do you know what the judge will say?

That you're a bastard who killed his mother.

Who killed his mother and doesn't seem to care.

They'll say if there's no hell, they'll make one just to put you there.

Okay.

Let's do this.

When we go back in there,

you will plead guilty

and say you don't remember anything that happened

so we can get an extension.

It's not the time to get cocky.

They will offer you a deal and you will take it.

With good behavior, they will give four or five years tops.

Alright?

How does the defendant plead?

Not guilty.

Your Honor, let me ask for a few days...

You have until Monday.

Framb. Visitor.

Who did you expect to see?

My brother.

How do you do?

I'm Santiago Sierra. I will represent you.

I have an attorney, thank you.

I'm better.

It doesn't take much to be better than him.

I'm very good.

If you're good, you're expensive, and I can't afford it.

Don't worry about that.

I shouldn't?

Then what should I worry about?

Will you keep pleading not guilty?

Are you planning to make a deal with the DA?

They have the letter.

The letter you wrote to your brother Iván.

Have you talked to him?

Not yet.

The court-appointed attorney

told me that with letter there's nothing we can do.

That depends.

I can't make any promises, it's not an easy case.

But if you prefer, we can analyze the case in depth

and face the procedure together.

Think about it.

See you, Carlos.

"If fate is cruel to you, drink the hemlock.

If you're overwhelmed with pain, quit this life."

"Let the unfortunate one tell his misfortunes.

Let the magistrate give him the remedy.

And his misery will come to an end."

Libanius.

Good morning. Today, November 14th, 2007, being 8:30 am,

court house number 42 is opened for this hearing

as per the process initiated

against Carlos Framb...

Have you met him?

He may be looking for new talents for his law firm.

Isn't that Santiago Sierra?

...your cellphones, do not show your approval or disapproval,

...or you will be removed from the premises.

All rise.

Good morning. You may sit.

The prosecution may begin their exposition.

-If it please the court... -Wait for your turn, please.

If it please the court, the defense would really like to state

that my client wishes to withdraw his plea.

-Is that so, Mr. Framb? -No, your Honor.

I would like to have... a new lawyer.

What are you doing? We didn't agree on this.

-I'm sorry, your Honor. I think... -I'm very sorry.

Your Honor, from now on,

the attorney who will represent me is Santiago Sierra.

I must let the defendant know

that changing your attorney is within your rights,

but it is not advisable.

Is Mr. Sierra aware of this decision?

Excuse me, your Honor.

Honorable judge.

Let me greet you and everyone present here in this court room.

I am attorney Santiago Sierra and yes,

I accept to represent Mr. Carlos Framb.

Let the record show the defendant changed attorneys.

Mr. Mayo.

This court thanks you for you services.

Thank you... your Honor.

Your Honor.

Will there be any more surprises from any of you?

Very well.

Let us begin this process. Again.

Madam district attorney.

Your Honor, as part of the evidence we presented before,

I would like to read this letter,

so you can witness Mr. Framb's very own admission of guilt.

Objection, your Honor. I would like to ask the DA

if she's referring to the letter addressed to Mr. Iván Henao.

-That's right. -Thank you.

The defense will gladly accept

other reports the DA is referring to as part of the evidence.

However, this letter must be withdrawn as evidence,

a letter on which most of the accusation is built on.

This is Sierra's juggling act.

Why are you requesting a withdrawal?

It's unacceptable.

Can you explain yourself?

The accusation against Mr. Framb

is based solely on this material evidence.

It must be withdrawn because it breaches the right to privacy

as clearly stated on article 223 of the code.

"Objects not eligible for registration." Subsection two.

"Every written communication between the defendant

and persons who are legally exempt from making a statement."

This exemption is found on article 385 of the same statute.

"Constitutional exemptions, subsection A."

"No person shall be compelled to be a witness against him or herself

against their spouse, or civil partner,

or any relative within the fourth degree of consanguinity

or second civil degree."

This is indisputable.

There is no doubt.

The letter was addressed to Iván Henao,

brother to Carlos Henao, also known as Carlos Framb,

and is therefore excluded as per constitutional exemptions,

so using it against the defendant breaches fundamental rights.

Your Honor, I request by your intervention

the District Attorney withdraw this letter as evidence

and consequently re-evaluate

if there still exists probable cause with the exclusion of this material.

Thank you.

Given this exposition by the defense attorney,

this piece of evidence is excluded from the case.

A new date will be set.

Court adjourned.

People judge by appearances. From now on, wear this.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Hello.

-Good afternoon, Ms. Gloria. -Good afternoon, Marta.

"Hi, Mom, how are you?"

Hi, Mom.

I said no phones at the table.

Excuse me, Ms. Gloria. Let me heat up your meal.

Do you have a game this week?

I quit the team.

Why?

My legs are getting too fat.

When did you quit?

Last month.

-Why didn't you tell me? -To spare me the talk.

What talk? Let's talk now.

You tell me it's silly, I should come back.

I say I don't want to be a tomboy.

You get mad, I get mad. What's the point?

Can I have oatmeal, please?

Thank you.

-Hello, professor. How's it going? -How are you?

-I'm good. -That's great.

Nice little soup.

I'm about to try it.

Can I try it? It looks great.

Sure, here you go.

That's well seasoned now.

Butcher.

POET KILLS HIS MOTHER!

Let's see if you're as tough now as you were to your mother.

Don't look at them. No one will help you.

I'm human rights here, motherfucker.

Calm down, people.

You look like you're up to no good. Scram.

There are crimes that are frowned upon even in jail.

Your new boyfriend is here.

The letters you requested.

DA Restrepo was floored when the letter was withdrawn from the evidence.

But that is good news.

Yes, but...

The charge is still the same.

She will do anything to win the case.

Not only because it's her job

but she's been offered a promotion at the DA's office.

She needs to make an impression.

Now she's taking it personally.

She wants to present the case

as just another random act of violence against women.

But that's not true.

You don't have to tell me.

But she will go for anything that makes you look guilty.

Is there anything in your life I don't know about

and may incriminate you?

Carlos.

The sender in all these letters is the same.

Who is Ebel Botero?

Carlos.

Carlos.

"One of the noblest functions of reason

is knowing when it's time to leave this world."

Marcus Aurelius.

"If only the temptation to keep living were not as strong."

Marcus Aurelius.

No, no.

It's not the right time for you to read it. Don't insist.

I'm not saying anything.

-Your silence is speaking for you. -Okay.

-It'll be ready when it's ready. -Okay.

Why don't you show me some of your stuff?

What is it?

You know what, Ebel?

It's been months since I've written anything.

The only thing I write are university exams grades.

Okay.

Marcos from EAFIT called me.

He said he wanted to reprint one of your works.

That's great.

Tell him not to hold his breath, he'll run out of air.

Carlos, everyone loved "Antinous."

"It'll be ready

when it's ready.

And it might never be ready."

Carlos Framb.

Ebel Botero.

Have you talked to my brother?

Not yet.

I've phoned him many times but he won't return my calls.

You haven't heard from him?

Hello.

Stop it, Bambino. What is it?

It's that ugly man who treats you like a dog, right?

But I'm here to love you.

I don't think it's mutual.

No one has liked you in a long time.

I thought you weren't coming.

I was stuck in traffic on the highway.

How's Mom?

She's sleeping. She had a really bad night.

Okay.

When she's up, she'll ask you to take her to the bathroom.

But don't go in with her. She doesn't like that at all.

I know, it's not the first time I'm here.

I teach a class at 12 am. I'll be here by 1 pm.

And Fanny will get here earlier.

Don't worry, I took the whole day off.

This is for clods.

This is for her arthritis.

And this one's for the pain. Give her half a tablet.

If she's in pain again by midday, give her another half.

But mix it with her yogurt so it won't upset her stomach.

Didn't the doctor say these were too strong for her?

We changed doctors.

When?

-A few months ago. -Why didn't you tell me?

What was wrong with Dr. Suárez?

Do you know how hard it was for me to get him to see her?

Suarez doesn't know Mom. Sugrañes does.

So you're back with Sugrañes.

Yes, we went back to Dr. Sugrañes. She knows Mom.

Sugrañes does as you tell him and prescribes what you tell him.

Your friend doesn't know what sensibility is.

That friend happens to be my boss' mother's doctor.

He was trained in Stanford.

That's great! But we didn't like him.

She didn't like him or you didn't?

You can't make these decisions on your own.

I do what's best for my mother.

Sure.

You think Fanny doesn't tell me when you double Mom's dose?

Hold on a minute! Fanny's just blabbing.

I don't do double her dose whenever I feel like it!

Only when Mom's suffering. I just don't want her to suffer.

And so we want her to suffer?

Are you the only one who can talk to her?

Who looks after her? You or me?

I do.

When do you come visit her? Once a week? Once a month?

I come every time I can.

I sent you money every month.

That's great! That's what you have to do, Iván!

The only thing you have to do!

You send the money, I'll make the decisions.

So you do her hair, you dress her...

Are you playing with dolls again?

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that.

You left 15 years ago, Iván.

And you left me alone with Mom.

The last thing I want from you is to come and judge me.

-Don't worry, I'll take her that. -No.

I'll call the university.

No, my day is wasted already. I'll take that to her.

You don't need to. You can get back to work in two hours.

-Don't be silly, let me take that. -I will!

I'm staying.

Mr. Henao, I can imagine this is very hard for you.

-The way your mother died is a tragedy. -Thanks.

You could never anticipate something like this.

Of course not.

My brother was obsessed with my mother.

-What do you mean? -No, nothing wrong.

It's just that

he wanted to be the only one to look after her.

He lived for her.

You didn't see each other too often.

I'd come over every time I could.

-And when you were kids? -Of course we did.

But as we grew older...

We didn't like the same things.

Do you think he's guilty?

It's clear that he did it. But he's my brother.

Do you really think your mother wanted to die?

She was in a lot of pain because of her condition.

But she was a religious woman.

She was.

She thought only God could take the life he has given us.

Amen. That's right.

Did your mother go to church often?

Every time her health allowed.

She went to Our Lady of Perpetual Succour.

Excuse the interruption, madam, but I need you to sign this.

Let me see.

Thank you, Paulita.

Let me ask you one last question.

Do you really think your brother wanted to die next to your mother?

I'd rather not speculate about that.

Mr. Henao, we will require your statement as a witness.

But you can also present yourself as the victim in this prosecution.

Will you press charges against your brother?

Excuse me, were you looking for me?

That's a tragedy.

Carlos was such a good man.

There was a big turnout for the funeral.

Was she well known here?

Not really. They had very few friends. But you know people and the press.

-That's sad, isn't it? -Yes.

She was a great lady.

She went through her illness with dignity.

Did she come here often?

Yes, almost every day.

And then the pain stopped her from coming,

she asked me to give her Communion at home.

Do you think she could ever think about suicide?

Never.

She was a Christian.

She knew very well that it is a mortal sin.

Almost impossible to be forgiven.

Now...

I know you're not asking me, but to be honest,

I don't think it's right what they're saying about Carlos.

He's a poet.

You know everything that's being said about him.

He hasn't lived an exemplary life, but he is a good man.

He was always here for her mother.

He would wait outside for her.

He was a good son.

And she was a great mother.

The same thing's been said about every mother,

especially when they die.

No, I'm sorry,

but she really was.

She had always been.

And apart from being a mother, she was also a good person.

Luzmi, Luzmi!

Mrs. Luzmila has just taught you, young budding kids,

that you don't know shit about life.

And I take this by doctor's orders, okay?

For the pain. Yes.

My dad did it and so did his. It helps with the pain.

It's really good.

This is good for the pain, Carlos.

"Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing,

I would choose pain," right?

William Faulkner.

Didn't he say that?

I think William couldn't get a reefer as good as this.

"The one who knows pain knows everything."

Sir, why don't you read us some of what you're writing?

Yes. Why don't you read them some of what you're writing?

No. The last thing I want right now is to read for a little weed.

Listen to him!

This is the best state to listen to poetry, professor.

Best state to listen to poetry?

The last time I read "Antinous," I was high as a kite.

There's no better setting to read to them.

Read us something. Please.

Carlitos, do me a favor.

Walk these old bones to bed, I'm really...

I'm flying so high, I feel illegal.

-We're leaving too, Mrs. Luzmila. -Why are you leaving, Ebel? Stay.

-Thank you for everything, Mrs. Luzmila. -You're welcome, young man.

-Bye, kids. Make yourselves at home. -Thank you.

I'll stay a little longer to clean up this mess.

-I'll stay and help too, okay? -There's no need.

Thank you, my son.

Get some rest now.

God bless you. Let's hope so.

What happened?

I'm fine.

Your Honor, the prosecution will prove

that the night of October 20th and 21st, 2007,

Mr. Carlos Framb gave his mother a deadly concoction,

made up mostly of morphine, with the purpose of killing her,

and there is no evidence to support the argument

that he did it per her mother's request, to put an end to her suffering.

Nobody knew if the victim wanted to die,

let alone ask someone to speed up her natural passing.

The victim was a deeply religious woman,

and as you all know, suicide is a sin for the Catholic faith,

the religion followed by the victim.

Could you stop calling her that?

My mother had a name.

Counselor, remind your client to speak only when addressed.

Thank you, your Honor.

But out of respect for the defendant's feelings,

I will make sure to call... Mrs. Luzmila by name.

As I was saying before I was interrupted,

there is no indication that Mrs. Luzmila had any wish or intention to die.

No one, not even her other son, Iván,

or her priest or her niece, who occasionally looked after her,

ever heard her speak in those terms.

We believe it more plausible, and we have reason to say so,

that her son, the defendant, who by lack of financial means

was forced to live with her and look after her,

decided to put an end to things.

I agree

with the prosecution on several points.

Indeed,

my client, Mr. Carlos Framb,

administered the deadly concoction to his mother, Mrs. Luzmila,

without anyone's, absolutely anyone's knowledge.

And Mrs. Luzmila

never expressed her wish

to die to anyone.

To anyone at all.

Because it was a secret.

A secret between the two of them.

Do you know what a secret is?

A secret is something you never tell under any circumstance.

In the case of Mrs. Luzmila, she didn't speak of it

because her religious, philosophical, cultural and family background

would've prevented her from doing so.

Only one person knew about Mrs. Luzmila's wish.

It's the same person who carried it out

and did it out of the biggest kind of love.

He's so over the top.

The same love

he had shown by looking after her during the last years of her life.

That person is Mr. Carlos Framb, who is now in this room.

This court will have to decide,

with the arguments that will be presented,

if this assisted death

was an act of violence

or an act of selfless love

by a son who only had his mother in this whole world

and wanted to die with her because of that.

That's all. Thank you.

We have heard the exposition from the two parties,

and a date will be set for the next audience.

Court adjourned.

Cancel my afternoon meetings.

Does that mean we're going well?

This is just starting.

Take it easy, okay?

Ladies and gentlemen, please, we're going back to the penitentiary.

Here you go. Enjoy it.

You're late!

We've had some setbacks.

I have a lot to do. Come on, show me what you got.

Let's see.

I don't know, but I'm in a hurry.

He'll have to do it alone.

What do you mean? I've never done it alone.

There's a first for everything.

Tell that jerk to help me load up.

-I've got to go now, man. It's okay. -He's in a rush.

Alright.

Son of a bitch.

That's the last thing you want to do.

Don't you even try anything or you'll pay for it. Move.

-So how's it going? -Good.

-What's in there? -This is a market...

You rats!

Keep running, grandpa won't catch up.

Stop!

Did you catch them?

So you didn't run?

BOOK LAUNCH "ANTINOUS" BY CARLOS FRAMB

Mr. Carlos Framb is a voice

that will be accompanying us from now on and for a long time.

He will teach us how to love life.

I'm sure many of us don't know how to do that.

Loving life is a gift.

Not an obligation.

He's here now so he can't run away from us.

Let me ask him to read one of his poems

from this wonderful book.

I give you Mr. Carlos Framb.

The floor is yours.

-Beautiful poem. -You're very kind.

Where are you going after?

-Why? -So you two have met.

We haven't been introduced yet.

Formalities come after the champagne.

Are you here with your fiancée?

This very handsome man here

is marrying the Fressners' daughter.

From the Fressner buses?

Congratulations.

-It's a pleasure. And congratulations. -Thank you.

I don't know what it is about poets that makes them so irresistible.

So everything went well, right? Your creature is out and about now.

Now comes the hard part.

What's that?

Your second book.

You took 30 years to write your first,

you won't take as long to write the next, will you?

Are you serious, Ebel?

You came here and chased away that Greek god

to tell me that stupid thing?

I'm a jealous man.

Jealous of what?

Do I have to spell it out?

Your 30 years of age.

The beauty of "Antinous."

Ask me for a dance, Carlos.

Are you embarrassed?

-Ask me for a dance. -Stop that shit.

Good night.

Thank you so much for coming.

Okay.

Let's take a look.

According to the tests, you're eight weeks in, right?

Let's see if... we can hear anything.

There it is.

-Are you alright? -Yes.

Framb!

To the shower!

Don't be upset, Carlos.

We both knew how this was going to end.

You have a lot to live for.

You have a lot more to expect from life. Me, I expect nothing.

Besides, it's my decision, not yours. I want to die.

-Let me be with you, Ebel, please. -No, no.

I want to die like that old Eskimo. All alone.

And I want you to be far away.

A BRIEF HISTORY OF SUICIDE

Why are you giving me this now?

Would you rather have my sister finish it?

Carlos...

do me that favor.

Don't cry, honey. Don't.

Come here.

Whiskey?

Finish already.

Another love letter.

Give me a break, I don't know why they sent this guy here.

That sissy should be in a prison for women.

Who needs a woman?

That's a good one!

I can get them cheap for you!

-Here he comes. -Here's the bitch.

You're a bitch!

Not my letters, you bastard! My letters!

Not my letters!

Not my letters!

Shut up, bitch!

Let me go!

Let him go, son of a bitch!

Solitary confinement?

I think it's unconscionable

my client was assaulted and ended up in solitary.

-I will file a complaint. -No, please don't.

It's been a blessing.

It's quieter like this. I can go out for walks.

I think I haven't slept this well in a long time.

Are you sure?

Have you got a hold of Iván?

I haven't heard from him at all. He hasn't come here or sent any word.

I meant to talk to you about him.

I'm sure the DA will call him to the stand.

-But he's not required to. -No.

He's not required, but he can do it if he wants.

I need to know if he will mess things up for you.

The problem with Iván

is he still doesn't understand why I did what I did.

That's why he's reacting like this.

Do you think your brother loves you?

Okay, okay. Lady Di!

-Don't be silly. Here. -No, Mom...

-Take it, sweetheart. -You're getting me drunk!

Bottoms up! No cheating!

You take this.

-That's the game, no cheating! -Let Lady Di go!

We're brothers. He can't stand me.

But he does love me.

All rise.

Mr. Roque Salinas,

do you swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth?

I do.

You may sit. Madam DA, your witness.

Excuse me, your Honor.

Your Honor, we request a recess.

Are you alright?

Yes. Let's go.

I don't know if you've realized,

but the Attorney General is following this case very closely.

When you win this case, you'll be promoted for sure.

And you'll be the first woman to take that position, right?

How did you find out about that?

I have my connections, boss.

Let's go.

Paula.

Not a word about this.

To anyone.

Yes, madam.

Let's go.

So there is only one bedroom?

Yes, madam, only one.

How many beds were there?

Only one, madam.

Only one bed?

A big one.

There was a hand-written inscription on the wall behind it.

It said "Without weapons, without hatred, without violence."

There were several objects on a night table

and the woman was lying on the bed.

That was Luzmila Henao.

She was lying on her back, with her head cocked to one side.

She was wearing a nightgown and her body was covered with blankets.

Her body was cold and stiff.

According to what's written on the FPJ 10 form,

used to describe the contents of a room,

could you give a list of the pieces of evidence found?

Yes, of course.

There was a hand-written envelope addressed "To Iván."

Objection, your Honor. That's invalid evidence.

We are aware, counselor.

Thank you.

There was also a bottle of vodka,

a book, specifically, "Love in the Time of Cholera,"

by Nobel Prize laureate García Márquez,

there was a mug with the inscription "Souvenir from Cali,"

and an empty bottle of pills.

Can you specify what that bottle contained?

Morphine chlorhydrate three percent.

Thank you, inspector Salinas. No further questions.

Tell me, was the body moved in any way?

No, sir, not to my knowledge.

When the paramedics arrived, they took her pulse

and noticed right away she had passed.

They left her as she was to avoid interfering with the investigation,

and focused on reanimating the defendant.

Was there any sign of violence on the body?

Anything that indicated she had struggled or fought back?

No, sir.

If I may say so, the lady appeared just to be sleeping.

Sleeping?

Sleeping.

No further questions, sir. Thank you, Mr. Salinas.

The witness may step down.

Let me repeat the question.

Did Ms. Luzmila ever expressed any wish or intention to end her life?

Mrs. Luzmila was a very religious woman.

Please answer yes or no.

It's a very simple question.

Did Ms. Luzmila ever expressed any wish or intention to end her life?

Not to me, no.

But you spent a lot of time with her.

Yes, madam.

And you said she was a very religious person.

Yes, she was, madam.

-Very religious? -Very.

You looked after her.

When Carlos had to work, I looked after her.

Did Mr. Framb give her her medication?

Yes.

He would give it to her or leave it ready for me to give her.

Did he follow the doctor's instructions?

Yes.

Always?

Always?

Fanny, look me in the eye and tell me he always did.

Sometimes he...

He upped the dose on the painkillers. He didn't like to see her in pain.

He upped the dose.

When her mother was in pain, Mr. Framb was in pain too, right?

Yes, of course.

So when he gave him an excess of painkillers, he felt more relieved.

He felt more relieved because she was.

Looking after his mother was very hard on Mr. Framb. He was almost desperate.

Objection, your Honor!

The prosecution is inducing the witness to declare an emotional state

not expressed in her previous statement.

Where are you going with this?

I only wish to establish that looking after his mother

was probably very stressful for Mr. Framb.

Sustained.

That's for the defendant to answer.

But he won't come to the stand.

No further questions.

Any questions from the defense?

-Yes, your Honor. Thank you. -Go ahead.

Please, don't put her through any more of this.

She's having a hard time.

How are you, Fanny?

Let me ask you just one question.

Carlos here.

Did he love his mother?

With the most beautiful kind of love.

That's how he loved his mother.

I...

I've never seen anything like that.

He...

He would give anything for his mother.

He looked after her, he would do anything for her.

And so he did with Bambino, the dog.

Thank you, Fanny.

That's all. Thank you.

I'm sorry.

The witness may step down.

Court is adjourned until the next hearing.

Hello, Marta. I won't make it to lunch. Something came up.

CSR REPRODUCTIVE HEALTH CLINIC

Do you think it's normal?

We've given everything to this girl.

She's only 18 years old.

She's had everything she wanted.

Sneaky little vixen.

She said she had no boyfriend, that she was a virgin.

How old is yours?

I haven't talked to anyone about this.

I can't even tell my husband.

My whole family is in Opus Dei.

When I was 18, I met Santi. That's my daughter's father.

We were in love.

I got pregnant and...

So I told myself I'll go to university later.

But then the baby came and I couldn't do it.

But I never thought about getting an abortion.

Gloria Restrepo.

Gloria Restrepo.

More letters.

You have lots of fans out there.

These are the ones in favor, these are the ones against.

Okay... let me be frank here.

I see you

and I don't see a man who would kill his mother. Or anyone.

But here...

You get to see everything here.

I know that having a sick mother can mess you up.

It can be exhausting.

But I'm not saying it's okay.

Do you understand?

A mother is sacred.

But then,

after doing something like that,

why did you want to die right after her?

My mother was the only reason I lived for.

But you're still alive.

Because I failed.

Are you that upset?

It's not about being upset.

It's about deciding when you will die.

I can't do it here. I want a good, quiet end.

I want to die while I can still smile.

Don't we all?

Someone I very much cared about

tried to kill himself while still okay.

But he failed like me.

Do you know how he ended up?

In hospital.

Alone.

Hooked up to machines,

in a lot of pain.

Just as he feared most.

I'll get you some coffee now. And some warm snack.

Can you describe your relationship with the defendant?

He is...

He was my philosophy professor at university.

Was there more to that relationship?

We also became friends.

We used to go to his place with other students and talk.

He called it Socratic meetings.

What did you talk about?

About everything,

but mostly about literary and philosophical subjects.

He'd propose a subject and we discussed it.

Is that kind of relationship between students and a professor

a common thing?

I wouldn't know.

You stated, and I quote,

"Given the choice to exist or not exist, Mr. Framb, would've chosen to exist."

Don't you think it's contradictory given the reason we're here today.

I don't understand the question. Can you be more specific, counselor?

The defendant states he doesn't wish to live anymore.

But you're saying the opposite, aren't you?

That conversation we had with Mr. Carlos wasn't about living but about existing.

And he indeed said, at the time of our conversation,

that he would have chosen existence.

Existence.

Then Mr. Framb did not want to die.

-That's not what I said. -It isn't?

No. If I may explain,

wanting to exist

and die in the life that you have are perfectly compatible.

In that line of thought, wanting to die

and choosing existence over non-existence

are both possible at the same time.

Isn't that right?

That sounds very interesting,

but you're not here to teach us philosophy.

You just have to answer one question.

Did Mr. Framb say he wanted to exist or not?

Yes or no?

-You're missing the point. -No more questions.

-You're judging without understanding. -The witness will be silent.

Doctor Sugrañes.

Tell me one thing.

What were the conditions Ms. Luzmila suffered from?

Were they serious?

Dr. Sugrañes has already outlined Mrs. Luzmila's health condition.

Let me rephrase the question.

Would you say the conditions Mrs. Luzmila suffered from

were chronic and incurable?

Yes.

Can any of them be considered deadly?

No.

In fact, Mrs. Luzmila had many more years to live.

Many more years.

-Many more years of hopeless suffering. -Your Honor.

Withdrawn.

How would you rate Mrs. Luzmila insomnia?

Mild, moderate or severe?

Severe.

You also stated she suffered from depression.

Was it mild, moderate or severe?

Moderate.

Is it normal for a patient with moderate depression

to exhibit suicidal thoughts?

Yes.

Did you also state, Dr. Sugrañes...

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us...

I'm here.

You're not alone. Calm down...

I'm here.

My son...

My son...

Could you give a general evaluation for all these conditions?

Were they mild, moderate or severe?

-Severe. -Severe?

Thank you, doctor.

Your Honor.

That's all.

Any questions from the prosecution?

In your instructions, and given all of Mrs. Luzmila's ailments,

have you ever prescribed her morphine chlorhydrate three percent?

-No, of course not. -Why?

The use of morphine entails a high risk.

High risk?

Thank you, doctor.

Your Honor, I would like to notify

that the witness Iván Henao has not responded.

We request an arrest order to make him appear in court.

Your Honor, as you are well aware,

Mr. Iván Henao is my defendant's first grade relative,

and is not required to testify.

But as you are well aware, counselor,

even if the witness is not required to testify,

he is required to express his decision before this court.

The prosecution's request is therefore granted.

Court adjourned.

I won't let you go by yourself.

Has the doctor given you the instructions for the next days?

You need to rest.

There you go.

How could you kill your own mother?

FREE FRAMB

MY LIFE, MY DEATH, MY CHOICE

Everything's ready. They're waiting for us.

-Let me take these off. -Yes, sir.

Open your eyes very slowly.

Yes, doctor.

Now?

Now. Open them. Move your head this way.

The light hurts my eyes.

I know it does. Open your eyes for a second.

There you go.

Well?

How do you feel?

There you are, Carlitos!

I'm here. Can you see any better?

-You are there. -Of course.

You are there.

Okay, let's do something.

What?

What am I doing?

Getting on my nerves.

What else?

I mean, you're there,

my beautiful son...

I'll give you a clue.

He lives with us in the house.

Who am I?

You're such a pest.

It's possible she will get better in a few days.

Doctor, let me thank you for the surgery.

Carlos.

You need to understand one thing.

I don't need my eyes to see you.

I know who you are and what you are.

My dear beloved son.

I can see you with the eyes of the soul and the heart.

Do you understand?

Was Mrs. Luzmila in pain because of her eye condition?

Yes, in a lot of pain.

The defense has enquired you about Mrs. Luzmila's ailments.

Yes, that's right.

-You said they were severe. -That's right.

Was Mrs. Luzmila in any physical pain because of them?

No, I didn't mean physical pain...

She didn't suffer any physical pain?

Shit.

Not because of that condition.

Mrs. Luzmila's glaucoma was chronic, simple.

That kind of illness is pain free.

So did she suffer any pain?

No.

No?

No.

No further questions, your Honor.

Bye, Mom.

May the Virgin be with you, my son.

Iván will testify.

What?

The prosecution confirmed it.

-Did you talk to him? -Yes.

They only told him to tell the truth.

He told me he will say nothing that works against you.

I warned him he can't mention the letter.

If he does, the prosecution can legally use it against you.

If he mentions it, we're screwed.

No, he won't mention it.

How can you be so sure?

Iván wants to make it clear he had no part in this.

That's why he will talk. No other reason.

Then to sum things up, and correct me if I'm wrong,

you stated you had no knowledge

of your brother's plan to end your mother's life.

-Is that right? -Yes, that's what I said.

-If you had known... -I would've stopped him, of course.

-That wasn't my question. -Excuse me.

There's nothing to excuse.

The question is, would you have been surprised?

Of course.

But you know your brother's ideas about suicide,

euthanasia and other controversial issues.

Look, madam,

my brother and I didn't talk about certain issues.

There are things I don't like to talk about.

He knows what I think and I know what he thinks.

We prefer to avoid the issue.

If my family were like that,

our Christmas dinners would be much more peaceful.

So there is not much communication between you and your brother.

It's not he doesn't care about me. We're just very different.

Of course.

Then forgive my insistence, but I want to make this crystal clear.

You didn't know anything about your brother's plan.

Like I said, no.

Didn't you and your brother discuss the decisions he made about your mother?

No. He made the decisions himself.

Would you say he thought himself the one responsible for her?

So it seemed.

He didn't trust you.

I don't know, I don't think...

Maybe he didn't trust me.

And of course he never told you about what he was planning to do.

I already told you he didn't, madam.

Let alone plan it together.

What? What am I being accused of, your Honor?

Please answer the question.

Of course not! I didn't know anything! I could never do something like that!

Then how did you know what to do for the funeral arrangements?

My mom told us how she wanted to be buried.

Like every old person does!

Then how did you know what to do with your brother's things?

He left instructions.

How? You said you didn't talk about those things!

He left them in writing, madam!

In this letter.

Objection!

With all due respect, your Honor,

you excluded that piece of evidence.

Overruled, counselor.

The letter was excluded

unless alluded to by the addressee in this audience.

And the witness, her addressee, has just mentioned it.

Go back to your seat.

The letter that was found at the victim's home

will now be registered as evidence for the prosecution

and it will be read.

We will take a recess to that effect.

Mr. Iván Henao, you may step down.

I want to read that letter out loud.

No. Under no circumstance.

I need them to hear my voice.

No.

If you take the stand, the prosecutor will interrogate you.

-We're not taking that risk. -If I'm going down...

I'll go down by myself.

I won't involve anyone else in my family.

After consulting with the prosecution,

this court will allow the defendant to read the letter he wrote himself.

Madam secretary.

Thank you.

The defendant may proceed.

"Dear Iván,

You have to be strong.

There's nothing tragic or dramatic here,

so no crying, yelling or cursing.

This euthanasia has been an act of love.

Let no one be blamed.

It's been a free, rational and supremely elegant death.

Mother had her wish for death fulfilled unaware, in her sleep,

by my side.

It's been a sweet death.

She knew I would assist her, but she didn't know when.

She lived 82 years of faithful Christian devotion in pain.

Just as I, faithful to my pagan beliefs,

have lived 44 years of pleasure.

It's good that a hedonist doesn't live long enough to know old age.

To mother and I, this was enough.

Let our passage on this earth be like this

and let our reincarnation be hopefully under a new sun.

Let no one feel sorry for us, or weep for us.

We have met death like one who walks into a party.

This act was planned and decided upon months ago.

It was made clear to me that Mom could not live without me,

or I without her.

For my part, and long ago, I forbade myself to reach old age.

Should we wait for decay to accept our departure?

I'd rather depart now.

Without having known physical pain or illness,

mutilation, violence,

prison,

misery, torture, decrepitude,

or having waited for a petty and painful death.

I think like Sophocles.

'Deem no man happy until he passes the end of his life without suffering.'

Or like Cioran,

'I believe death is no more than the cessation of an anomaly

and the only subversive mind is the one that questions the obligation to exist.'

Anyway.

No more philosophy.

Now let's move on to some practical instructions.

The cause of our death

was an overdose of sleeping pills and morphine.

In my case, I also drank vodka.

I added the plastic bag as an extra to be sure not to fail.

There is no suffocating sensation since you're already asleep.

There's no need for an autopsy, then, but you can do it if you want.

We don't mind.

We don't want a wake.

We don't want to be exhibited.

Let us be remembered as we were in life.

First of all, Iván, you need to make some phone calls.

Call Fanny, she's been so helpful and loving.

Also call the funeral home and give our house address.

Tell them you're reporting the death of two clients.

I know that neither you nor Fanny can take care of Bambino.

The best thing for him is euthanasia.

I wasn't capable of doing it myself or felt I had the right to do it.

Besides, you brought him.

When you see my friend Alberto,

please give him the books and paintings. They're of great value to him.

Tell him my lips kiss his heart.

Everything else in the house is yours.

Brother, don't feel guilty. We were going to do it anyway.

I hope you can find someone who can help you.

Well,

hugs and kisses from Mom.

And from me."

Have you finished your reading?

Yes, sir.

The prosecution has the floor.

Thank you, your Honor.

I think there's little to add.

This letter makes it clear, and we heard it from his own lips,

Mr. Carlos Framb killed his mother.

Without her previous knowledge and when he deemed it more convenient.

Whether he was also planning to die or it was a cleverly staged ruse,

we can only find that out if he makes a statement.

We don't need to wonder if your story is true to draw an obvious conclusion.

You killed your mother,

maybe to end her suffering, but that is murder.

It's a case of domestic violence.

Mr. Framb,

we found one of your books fully underlined and well read.

That books shows how to proceed to ensure death in a suicide.

It even describes how to put a plastic bag on to ensure the results.

But that is a bag you chose not to use.

Isn't it true, Mr. Framb,

that your suicide attempt was a smoke screen,

and you never meant to die, and worse yet, neither did your mother?

Did your mother tell you "I want you to help me die"?

Yes.

Did she say "I want you to help me die tonight"?

The night of October 20th, 2007?

No.

She asked me not to tell her when.

But she did realize.

And I was with her until she was gone.

How can you expect us to believe you if you alone knew this secret?

Objection, your Honor.

The defendant is not meant to prove that he is telling the truth.

That's the prosecution's job. It is your job! Your job!

To prove that he's lying.

-Sustained. -Your Honor.

My mother wanted to die.

And I helped her. She asked me many times, not just once.

Let us assume someone in illness and old age wishes to die.

But you, Mr. Framb, what reason did you have to die?

Why don't you ask instead which reasons I had to keep living?

She was my last reason to live.

What would you do, counselor?

If you had no real reason to live.

I'm not the one at the stand, Mr. Framb.

No further questions.

Mr. Sierra, your turn.

Mr. Framb.

Your mother was dead.

Ebel Botero was dead.

What else was there left in your life?

Bambino.

My dog.

No one else.

No further questions. Thank you.

Very well.

Court adjourned.

The counselors will present their closing statements tomorrow.

It goes down better with some water.

I always keep an unopened bottle in my briefcase.

Thank you.

-Are you alright? -Yes, thank you.

I heard you're getting promoted. Congratulations.

Working this case is a great way to end a cycle.

It's helped you a lot as well.

You've been all over the papers.

-Yes, but I didn't do it for that. -What for then?

My father.

My dad.

He was confined to a clinic.

Two years with degenerative Parkinson.

Two years in a bed asking me every day to help him die.

Until he couldn't speak anymore.

Two years.

I didn't do anything.

I didn't dare do what Carlos did.

Do you know what the worst is? I've regretted it ever since.

I'll see you tomorrow. Take care.

See you.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I was told the Attorney General's coming to see you at the trial tomorrow.

He wants to see you win.

And take the usual photo after.

Listen.

Carlos seems to be convinced he's done nothing wrong.

I was really disturbed.

How could anyone say that who he loves most in this world, after his mother,

is a dog?

What happened to him?

-Who? -The dog.

Carlos asked his brother to put him to sleep. Why?

I don't know.

Maybe he thought no one would take better care of him.

I don't understand

why it is that love,

being one of the main driving forces of our behavior,

maybe of our happy moments

and our... No.

...maybe of our happy moments and our painful moments,

is usually expressed in so very few words.

That limits our understanding of that phenomenon,

and it also limits our ability to comprehend

that what we have been hearing about these past days

is a story about love.

My client, Mr. Carlos Framb,

gave everything for his mother.

He offered his whole life unconditionally.

Even until the day when she decided to end her life

and asked him to help her do it.

And he took the necessary measures to die right after her without fear.

Just as he wrote,

"Without hatred, without violence, without weapons."

Unfortunately for him,

a mistake prevented him from taking his life.

And today,

he's on the verge of losing his freedom.

And if he loses his freedom,

we lose the chance

to establish the principle that neither the State nor religion

can decide when or how a person can take their own life.

What do you think, Bruno?

Was it good or not?

I'm fine. What is it?

I talked to the vet last night.

He confirmed what you asked me to find out.

Carlos paid for Bambino's euthanasia in advance.

Thank you, Paulita. See you in a bit.

We won't tolerate this kind of crime in our city.

Here comes the real main figure.

Counselor!

Madam District Attorney!

How many years of prison do you think he will get?

One moment, please.

The District Attorney's office

is truly proud to count with an attorney like Ms. Restrepo in our ranks.

Thanks to her, this heinous crime won't go unpunished.

She will be a major piece

in our campaign to recover the values that some are trying to deprive us from.

Madam District Attorney!

The prosecution may begin.

Madam?

With your leave.

As a society, sometimes we are faced with acts and behavior

we are not prepared to understand as individuals or as a community.

We're not prepared because they go beyond the limit of our experience

and even our ability to imagine them.

However, we need to take a stance on the subject.

Because it is from these pronouncements,

and specially those which are made in a court of law,

that the criteria that will rule our social life will be derived.

A man declares he killed his mother out of love.

But we all know that love should be the wish to do good by another.

And is there any greater good than life?

We all agree on that.

Is there any greater good than the life we've been given?

However, we might have to accept that life is not always a good thing.

Life is a gift.

But is it meant to be an obligation?

We are describing Mrs. Luzmila as the victim of an act

his son, the defendant, committed.

But the defendant has argued

that he was only aiding his mother exercise one of her rights,

which instead of helping him, left him without any reason to live.

The mission of this District Attorney's office

was to unravel his account,

to question the defendant's motives,

to prove he's a murderer who killed his mother

and then staged a suicide attempt.

We have heard statements from either side of the fence.

And finally, we must decide if we believe the defendant's account,

the only person who was present in that room on the night of.

We are not meant to decide over acts

that someone has denied,

but rather over his intentions,

which cannot be proved.

Was there a crime?

Of course there was.

Your Honor, the prosecution wishes to withdraw

the aggravated murder charge against Mr. Carlos Framb

and change it for an assisted suicide charge,

which is punishable with two years of imprisonment.

Thank you.

Order!

As a result of this statement,

and validating the qualification change the prosecution has requested,

this court pronounces Mr. Carlos Henao, also know as Carlos Framb...

The defendant will rise.

...pronounces Mr. Carlos Framb guilty of the charge of assisted suicide

and sentences him to two years of imprisonment.

Considering he already spent eight months

at the Yarumito penitentiary in Antioquia,

he is granted probation

and is therefore free to go.

Goddammit, Carlos! You're free!

Congratulations, counselor.

I don't understand... what just happened.

If your client had planned to stay alive,

would he have had his dog put down?

Everyone said he loved that dog second best in the world.

Your client was telling the truth.

My job is not to get a conviction but to find the truth.

Even if some won't see it that way.

So in the end Bambino saved Carlos?

Let's say he helped him.

Excuse me.

Thank you, you will all get your answers.

What's most important now is that Carlos Framb is a free man.

That was a good game.

-Pretty much. -But Gabriela, not so good.

-Right? -She needs practice.

-You came in on a roll. -Did you miss me?

Hey, isn't that your mom?

Alright.

See you later, Ms. Gloria.

What are you doing here?

-Are you back on the team? -Yes.

Are you done training for the day?

-Let's go then. -Where? I have a class after lunch.

Why aren't you at work?

Let's play hooky.

We'll grab a bite and catch a movie.

No cell phones.

Mom!

So which movie?

Mom.

Thank you, my son.

You're welcome, love.

Will you read to me?

So where were we?

Okay, I have it right here.

"But the Indian woman explained

that the most fearsome part of the sickness of insomnia

was not the impossibility of sleeping,

for the body did not feel any fatigue at all,

but its inexorable evolution

toward a more critical manifestation: a loss of memory.

She meant

that when the sick person became used to his state of vigil,

the recollection of his childhood

began to be erased from his memory..."

It's erased.

"...then the name...

and notion of things, and finally the identity of people.

José Arcadio Buendía, dying with laughter,

thought that

it was just one of the many illnesses invented by the Indians' superstitions.

But Úrsula, just to be safe,

took the precaution of isolating Rebeca from the other children.

Then he was more explicit.

The sign that he hung on the neck of the cow...

was an exemplary proof

of the way in which the inhabitants of Macondo

were prepared to fight against loss of memory.

'This is the cow.

She must be milked every morning...

so that she will produce milk,

and the milk must be boiled...

in order to be mixed with coffee...

to make coffee and milk.'"

Mom...

Dear Mom...