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DAYS OF HATE

This film has been shot entirely in natural settings

It was around 8 in the afternoon.

We were tired as we left the factory.

Some of us felt like laughing or dancing.

Almost all of us wanted to sleep until the next day.

Which one do you mean?

The one with a mouth like J. Crawford.

More like a toad.

He was all over me and tried to kiss me.

He was something! Weighed at least 260 pounds!

- So, you...? - What could I do?

- Still angry? - No.

- You didn't wait for me for the break. - I thought you weren't there.

- How about the club tonight? - No, I'm tired.

Did you girls see the latest Tyrone Power movie? It's on the Select tonight.

- Shall we? - I'm very tired.

Look!

- I bet you they're following us! - He looks scared.

Three roses make a perfect bunch!

The guy with the sweater isn't so bad. What do you think, Emma?

For Emma, only her father counts.

- Isn't that so, little Emma? - What's your problem with my father?

Nothing that you haven't said yourself: You love him and other men don't count.

Enough! We all love our fathers.

Especially when they're abroad like Emma's.

See you tomorrow.

- Are you coming, Elsa? - Until tomorrow.

- Are you upset with me? - Why should I be? See you tomorrow.

I didn't like it when they touched upon my father.

I believed there was a bad ulterior motive.

I don't know why I hid the letter.

Oh, it's you. Pardon me.

I've been waiting for two hours for that scoundrel...

I mean the unreliable Iturralde.

Don't worry, Mrs. Clara.

You look pale, Miss Emma. Would you like to eat in your room?

No, thank you. I won't be having supper tonight.

The work at the factory tires me out.

Oh, these ants!

You're poor mother, bless her, wouldn't have liked to see you arrive so tired.

Excuse me, miss. I left the milk on the stove!

The letter was from a friend of my father.

With the same words that are used to announce a ball...

he announced my father's death.

He was trying to fool me, stating that my father had accidentally overdosed.

I knew that my poor father had tried to find solace in death.

J. ZUNZ ACCUSED OF $200,000 EMBEZZLEMENT BELIEVED TO HAVE FLED THE COUNTRY

It all started when we saw a little house in Lomas.

The sun rays will be upon the back windows in the afternoon.

It'll take me less than 40 minutes to get to the factory.

There's even room for your vegetable garden: lettuce, tomatoes, corn...

I'm sure I can get a loan from the factory for the first $30,000.

- Our house! - Enough of that corny stuff.

Juan?

We've done fine with this house after all.

We've lived here twenty years!

I don't know why we're in a rush to move. We just need a few changes.

We'll make do somehow.

Here's to all my future tomatoes!

And to Mr. Plesner who'll get you the money.

To dear old Plesner.

How long has he been working at the factory?

Fifteen years. Poor Plesner, he won't make manager until I'm dead!

Must be around here.

- What was the name? - Edboronos or something.

Doesn't look like a well-to-do neighborhood.

Plesner told me that he's loaned up to 500,000 pesos.

Always to people with sound collateral like me.

It's here: Pedro Boronos

He hasn't been here long, the sign is new.

These lenders prefer modest houses like this one.

Come in, Mr. Zunz. I was expecting you.

I don't know why, but the man caught my attention.

I thought I could never forget such an unhappy face.

Come in, come in.

Boronos gave the 30,000 pesos to my father...

and the next morning we made the down payment on the house.

That evening, Dad came home looking really worried.

200,000 pesos meant for wages...

had disappeared from the factory safe.

Dad had fallen into a trap.

The money that Boronos had lent him had come from the factory safe.

The bills were numbered... and the lender had disappeared.

We lost everything, Sarah, everything!

- I'm leaving for Brazil tonight. - You can't, Juan, you're innocent!

I'm the perfect fall guy, Sarah. Nobody would believe that Plesner is the thief.

We could have lived all our lives in this house!

If I could only find that lender! I'm sure he's just a pawn for Plesner!

- Emma! - Dad! You're not what they say you are!

Don't go!

No, darling, your father's not a thief!

The thief's name is Plesner, but only you two believe me.

Our few possessions were auctioned off.

And we had to move to an old friend of my mother's boarding house.

Plesner had become the factory's manager.

And we had to bear the burden of being the thief's family.

Mom couldn't handle the blow. She died a few months later.

I don't know why I asked for a job at the same factory that ruined my father.

Was it the remote possibility of finding the man who could prove his innocence?

Zunz? Just a moment.

- No. No openings, miss. - But there was an ad in the paper.

- I'm really sorry. - I'd like to talk to Mr. Plesner.

He's very busy, miss.

- I'll wait until he comes out. - Just a moment.

I finally got a job.

Plesner probably didn't know that I knew the truth.

And even if he did know, what harm could come from a modest factory operator?

There were rumors he'd become manager very soon.

My sole obsession for some time was to find that face I remembered so well.

I would look for him on the streets and in the papers.

Several time I walked around the neighborhood where I had met him.

One night I found that face in a newspaper.

MAN'S BODY FOUND IN ABANDONED HOUSE

The only witness to my father's innocence had died.

I stayed at the factory, close to the man who had ruined my family.

But only on that terrible evening when I learned of my father's death...

did I realize how much I hated Plesner.

Mr. Plesner! Mr. Plesner!

- What's going on? - A policeman's looking for you.

- Tell him to walk up to my office. - Yes, sir.

Benitez, from Investigations.

Pleased to meet you.

It is comforting for a man like me to see the speed of police reaction.

Away!

I'm all ears.

In the last two months there's been some petty larceny.

Minor thefts, but thefts nonetheless.

It's unsettling to think that there might be a thief among my employees.

I would almost say that I'm about to like all my employees a little less now.

For a boss, a reason to be unhappy and beyond the value of the stolen goods.

Don't you agree?

Leave it to us, sir. We'll find the guy right away.

If thieves were satisfied to steal only once,

we'd never find them. But they persist...

Believe me, sir, they persist.

When you do find him, I'd love to slam the cell door on his face myself.

It's better to punish ten innocent men than to let a single criminal go free.

Rest assured, sir, we'll find him.

I had a bad personal experience which made me stricter.

Since then all large sums of money are kept in this office.

They all know - including, of course, my enemies...

and the thieves - that they won't catch me napping.

A modern revolver within easy reach assures my peace of mind.

With a police permit, of course.

All in order with the authorities, and with my employees.

That's my motto. Here you go.

For a moment I feared that despite the fake name...

news had reached Plesner of my father's death.

But it was all about that theft, that petty theft.

Zunz! Go to the storage and get thread for the spindle.

Don't mention you saw me crying!

Are you feeling ill? What's wrong?

- Can I get you anything? - He's a brute!

Plesner?

He's a...! I'd rather be dead!

Perhaps that was when it all became perfectly clear.

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

You took so long!

It's just that... it's so hot.

I have a date with Alberto tomorrow!

Good for you!

Are you going to Berta's birthday?

- Whose? - Don't you remember?

We all chipped in for her sewing basket.

How could I explain to Elena that I could no longer enjoy a birthday party?

And that I thought there'd be no more laughter nor birthday parties for me.

Nevertheless, perhaps it was best to go.

I didn't want anybody to suspect something terrible had happened to me.

- Are you coming? - I don't know. I might.

But, really, why wouldn't you go to Berta's birthday party?

I'll probably go. I just remembered I'll be free that day.

- ...tell me all about it... - ... so Dad told me...

"Put on your best dress and we'll go to the movies. Imagine when I arrived."

...she had a pink dress that...

...it's just a matter of arrangement. Did you see the girl in fourth form?

Well, it seems that...

I was looking for you, Emma.

Shall we go together tonight?

OK, though I don't know where I'll be.

Is there something wrong, Emma?

Nothing wrong with me.

Why don't you come and live with us? I've asked you several times.

- I'm fine. - All alone in that boarding house.

Mrs. Clara is a good woman.

Lunch break is getting shorter! Shall I go by your house at seven?

OK.

- Who would have thought? - All fake!

- What's the good word? - We were talking about Berta.

It's her birthday so she didn't come.

I wish it were my birthday every day and skip work. Even if I had to turn 40!

I like working.

I prefer staying at home. Even with a brute who beats me and many kids.

Would one of you three step in for a moment?

I saw the girls elbowing each other and thought all was going smoothly.

Pardon me, miss. I know it isn't your job.

But this room is room is a disgrace!

Have a look!

Do you think I should clean it up? I don't think you should, either.

But perhaps you'll be kind and do it.

There's a duster behind that door.

I shall be a silent witness. Out with you!

Do you think "Plesner, Director" can be seen clearly?

The paint is rather weak.

- Do you commute by train? - No. - What a pity?

I don't know if it can be seen clearly from the train.

Plesner... Plesner!

Don't you think it sounds a bit pompous? Plesner!

"Plesner", my teachers would say to me.

"Your name is too obvious. You won't get very far".

Won't get very far!

Are you done?

Yes, sir.

- You may leave, Miss... - Zunz.

Zunz?

Zunz...? Oh, yes.

Excellent man, your father.

Badly advised by bad friends, perhaps.

But an excellent man!

I myself recommended we hire you!

Why should the girl be held responsible for her father's actions?

And here you are!

An excellent employee...

who even tries to remove the stain of her father's name...

with her boss' duster!

Yes... What a good joke!

Even with her boss' duster!

If something bothers you at work, let me know.

And if you know anything about the little thieves, also let me know.

Plesner never forgets a good employee.

My hatred almost betrayed me.

My plan was so clear it scared me.

Unconsciously, I set the plan in motion when I kept my father's death a secret.

Now... I had to cover all my tracks.

Nis... Nis!

Nis!

The idea that included Berta's birthday spooked me.

As Elsa was coming by my house at seven I would be out and under no obligation.

Later on, I would offer some excuse.

Have you seen the cats?

When I bring food, they disappear. When I come empty-handed, they follow me.

Something caught my attention. There was something in the park that evening.

A sadness in the face of that young man sitting near me.

I'd never spoken to a stranger and only once or twice to my friends' boyfriends.

And yet I felt that I could have spoken at length with this young man.

I suddenly felt I had to go.

There's nothing like cats, miss. Best animals in the world.

For a while, I wandered without destiny.

At least that's what I thought until I found myself in front of Berta's house.

I figured the best thing to do was to go in,

and not think about the plan.

Talking to happy or indifferent people would make the night go faster.

- I thought you weren't coming. - Why wouldn't I?

- Elsa told me she went by your house. - I had something to do.

You should have brought him! Come and leave your stuff.

Where's your mother?

I sent her to the movies and told her to stay out until one.

Guys get shy when they see older people.

Sorry!

Why don't you make yourself up? You look pale.

Come. Go on!

How was that technique for vomiting?

Two fingers like this.

Come, let's go to the balcony.

Clean it all up, boys, or else my mom will be mad.

They have one drink and get all messed up.

I'd like to date real men.

The ones that have three hard drinks in a row and stay cool.

Now you look better.

I'll introduce you to someone.

Darn it! Another glass. Let's go.

Have you met Cholo? He's Laura's brother.

I'll introduce you.

This is Cholo, Laura's brother. Emma, a friend from work.

Nice to meet you.

It's nice to meet you. Have you seen me skating at the Sporting?

I thought I saw you one time.

Ever go dancing? It's pretty lively. Which do you prefer, foxtrot or tango?

Don't tell me you like boleros!

When I saw you come in I thought: "This girl is different". I don't know why.

When I went to get it, they gave me a blue one.

All the girls are crazy about boleros. Have you listened to Francini-Pontier?

I've been following him around the ballrooms for two months

I don't care where he performs: Lugano, Avellaneda, Boca or San Fernando

Wherever Francini-Pontier goes, I go!

He's really got rhythm. Don't tell me you don't like him!

Shall we dance?

I'm sorry, I don't want to dance. I wanted an excuse to leave.

I'll get my coat.

- We've met before, haven't we? - Yes, briefly.

Something strange happened to me at the park.

I was waiting for a girl, and when I saw you I was almost glad.

The girl not showing up was nothing new. Almost all my dates turn out that way.

But suddenly I felt you and I were real friends.

That we understood each other without speaking.

- Didn't you feel it? - Perhaps.

It's hard to say.

You meet someone you might like and then waste time on trivial things.

Why not start a friendship in the middle, when the talk gets real.

Leave the coat. Let's go and talk.

Let's see if we can go where it's quieter.

There.

Now I see why your friends don't show up on your dates.

Yes... I do too. But who cares?

Perhaps a single conversation in a kitchen makes up for all the waiting.

A conversation with no tomorrow?

Perhaps... Anyway, I think that there's something magical at work here.

And it tries to make things nicer than what we ourselves propose.

Have a seat.

This party, for example...

I was supposed to come with someone.

And you made it here.

I was about to stay in the park because I imagined what this would be like.

I bet you too almost didn't come.

Yes, it's true. I shouldn't have come.

And you came almost without being aware of it

Wandering around.

Yes...

The same thing happened to me.

I could have been at the botanical gardens or at the Centenario park.

And all of a sudden I was here.

You know... I feel as if we had been transported to a sunny morning.

As if we were kids and had the whole day ahead of us to play.

Don't you feel something similar?

Say yes! Is it true we have a whole day ahead of us to play?

I don't recall having ever played...

We can start tonight.

Which do you prefer: The Great Wheel or the Mysterious Channel?

Ask me for anything! Candies, popcorn, wafers...

Here you are!

- They're looking for you. - Me?

Are you sure?

Yes, you. Go now, before it's too late.

There's a girl who's furious!

Says she waited over an hour for you at the park.

Wait up, don't go. We can see each other tomorrow. I still don't know your name.

How cute! Me sitting at the park and the gentleman busy chatting.

There must be a mix-up, Susana. I was waiting at the acacias bench.

And I was at the pear tree bench. Good thing I had the address.

Wasn't there a cleaner place to chat?

Come on, Eduardo, let's dance to this mambo.

So now you take guys to the kitchen?

Want some punch? The other one was a bit sweet, but this one's better.

Tastes good!

The guy seems nice, but his girlfriend is kind of nasty.

What's the matter, Emma? What's wrong?

It's kind of stuffy here.

Need a ride, cutie?

Isn't it scary being all alone?

I'll force her into the car.

Come on, don't play hard to get!

So they never get away from you!

Who knows how long I ran scared.

I felt it was easier to die than to carry on with the plan.

I went by the railroad tracks and waited.

What's wrong, sweetie? Are you in trouble?

- Leave me alone. - Can't leave you in this waste ground.

With the kind of people around here.

My own criminal record is nothing to sneeze at.

Come on, I'll walk you to the houses.

When it comes to a helpless girl...

my criminality is left behind and paternal feelings take over.

Just a couple of blocks and we'll be in town.

- Are you lost? - They followed me in a car.

- I ran... I don't know... - It's all right, don't get upset.

You might think: "Why should I trust a stranger?"

Perhaps that's true. But people you know are worse.

Just look what happened to "Melena" Morales.

Who turned him in? Who? His lifetime friend.

"Limp" Robituso, a.k.a. your truly.

So there you go. It's the only dirty trick you can reproach me for.

Didn't you notice I limp?

It's better on dry days, but when it gets damp...

- A drink will get your strength back. - No, thanks.

Come in and have a concoction. I'll fix it myself.

One.. three... two... four one... three... two...

Don't be alarmed. They're betting on how many men will come in.

The winners get to strut around the tables.

In the afternoon when it's quieter they play for money.

It gets pretty rowdy.

This way.

Wait for me here. The girl's with me.

I'll be right back with the drink.

#Driving me mad#

#And I am sure no one would do this...#

That place gave me the creeps.

Perhaps because I knew I'd be back.

#My eyes are pleading, my lips are willing, my arms are waiting#

#To hold you tight#

#But you deceive me, it's something awful, the way you treat me#

#Will drive me mad#

#But I'm behind you, round your doorstep#

#no matter what#

#'Cause no one delights me#

#No one enchants me#

#No one can thrill me, the way you can#

How much longer, Mom?

I was sorry to interrupt the others' peace.

But I knew right away it was no time for regrets.

- She fainted. - What's wrong with her?

We need a doctor!

Another "unknown" father?

- Not unless he's the Holy Spirit... - What do you mean?

This girl has never been with a man.

Another miracle, then.

Having withstood the check-up gave me strength to go on.

As there were still several hours to go, I decided to visit my mother's tomb.

I was sure I'd never visit my father's tomb.

That I would never carry flowers to his tomb.

Eternal Father, You our refuge, now and always.

We, children of dust, raise our hands to...

They were burying a stranger to me.

Crying for the stranger was also crying for my father.

Who knows how he was buried in faraway Brazil.

that of love, which sustains us eternally.

Our soul is thirsty for you, God of life.

Come down to us, so that we may feel the breath of your spirit,

the power of your love.

I thought I wouldn't be able to bear the faces and voices in the boarding house.

Thing is, my team has no defense.

Whaddya expect with Scasamachia as center-half?

He can't even stop the bus.

Didn't you see the kid Patolongo in the reserves?

God Almighty!

What will it be, blondie? A juicy steak, right?

A sirloin steak, rare!

- A glass of milk, please. - What about the steak?

Doesn't matter. You can have it, Piscitelli.

What's the matter? Not hungry?

I'm not saying liquids aren't necessary. But some solids are good, right?

Things don't always taste the same.

That day the milk had a bitter taste that I would never experience again.

I felt it strengthening me.

I felt the growing need to get that afternoon over with.

I went to my usual movie theater.

I remember they were showing a Garbo movie.

I went to the box office to get noticed and asked when the last show ended.

Can you tell me when the last show ends?

- Wha...? - What time does the last show end?

It's posted.

It says when the last show starts, not when it ends.

What a pain you are.

- What time does the last show end? - Seven o'clock.

- Aisle ten, please. - Numbered only at night!

All on Palito, and if possible, Cocinero on the ninth race.

Keep you muscles in perfect condition with daily exercise and fresh air.

Soon, it will become a good habit.

There's no exercise while waiting for a bus.

The air inside is not exactly pure and fresh.

I left on the first intermission. It was three in the afternoon.

At seven I was meeting Plesner, but the rest of my time would be justified.

The only ship sailing that evening was the "Nordiardo".

I went looking for men from the "Nordiardo".

They weren't hard to find.

I saw a young sailor, but feared I'd feel affection for him.

- 8 o'clock on the ship. - Good.

- All the best, dude? - Leave me alone now.

I believed tearing up money was ungodly.

Like throwing away bread.

An arrogant, haughty action.

Good evening, miss.

Go ahead. I was waiting for you to close the place.

We also eat!

Out, Wolfgang!

Come in, Miss Zunz. Come in!

I'm very glad you have come.

Very glad!

Have a seat!

Managing a factory is very hard work!

Believe me, it's terrible!

The burden of so many people who hate me!

People who only lay a hand on your shoulder to tear off a piece of flesh!

Believe me, miss. It's a terrible responsibility!

So many mouths expecting something from me!

I'm all ears, Miss Zunz.

I'm sorry, sir. I can't tell you anything.

You'll make me accuse you of being an accomplice!

Miss Zunz, you must do your duty!

Yes, I must do my duty.

The stairs tired me out. Could I have a glass of water?

Right away. Right away!

For a moment I thought of leaving. But I felt I not only had to avenge my father,

but to avennge the horror of his last hours.

What are you doing?

I'm calling from the Gundar factory.

Something terrible has happened!

Mr. Plesner made me come under the pretext of the thefts.

He sexually abused me.

I killed him.

Then I cried. I cried about it all.

The story was incredible. But it overcame everything.

Perhaps because the tone of my voice rang true.

Because my modesty and hate were real.

As was the outrage I had endured.

But I had only managed to avoid human justice.

Another kind of justice began to terrify me.

And that justice had surely already convicted me.

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