Río Rojo presents
a Santiago Van Dam film
May you live interesting times
*Ancient chinese curse
because you are a child,
I will give you six more lives. Seven lives, seven gifts.
The first gift Gurmencindo asked for,
was to be the strongest.
He returned home, hugged his mother, and killed her.
Then Gumercindo felt lonely, and asked for love.
He was loved by kings, princesses, mermaids,even by animals.
But there was not enough time to love them back...
A group of them hanged him for his infidelity.
He wished for vision...
saw a treasure in the far East and ran to it.
But stumbled into a nearby well.
Gumercindo asked for eternal life,
and spent a thousand years down in the well.
The kid regretted his stupidity
and in his next life... blah, blah, blah...
Then Gumercindo asked for... blah, blah...
There was just a gift left to ask.
Finally, after a lot of thought, he wished he was dead...
..turning into a stone and never wake up.
And so it was.
What is this?
We expected progress with the twins.
It's good!
I wrote 3 of those tales in 2 days!
They're some kind of fables.
Fables.
Listen, I don't get this "Gerund and the nymph" stuff...
-Gumercindo. -Uh?
-The name is Gumercindo. -Okay. Whatever.
This is not you.
This is not Red Belly Publishing.
Where are you leading with this, Marcos?
Maybe the former one wasn't me.
Follow up.
Maybe...
..I'm finding my real voice.
People evolve, Chuqui!
People evolve.
Your real voice.
You know what?
Your real voice is out of tune.
It's off key.
Marcos, please!
You're the author of the Yini Tweens.
And the Yini Tweens, they solve crimes.
It's children's literature, juvenile audience.
Mystery books
where 2 kids solve crimes and nobody...
Marcos,
nobody ever dies.
Ok. I skipped it.
I don't see why.
Again? You're obsessed with the topic!
Last time was the same.
Don't kill any more people...!
-I didn't kill people! -How so?
Last time I didn't kill people!
What about Popote?
-Pepote... -It was a monkey! I killed a monkey!
Marcos! The drawing of a monkey is almost human...
You got two arms, two legs, maybe a little dick.
I'm the one who gets letters from parents...
I can kill a snake, but not a monkey!
Where do you draw the line, Chuqui? The amphibians?
We don't want any deaths. Not a snake, not a louse. None!
Here, in Red Belly Publishing,
we don't want kids thinking of death.
Then I don't want to write for kids anymore.
Look at that.
Then I guess we have a problem...
..because this is a publisher of children's books.
-Marcos! -I have a voice!
I don't want to write on demand.
This is good. I have something to tell.
Tell it someplace else.
A piece of advise:
Yini Tweens are your thing.
Chuqui... You know what?
You can have the twins.
Continue the saga with some other writer.
You can keep the royalties!
Do whatever you want.
What do you mean: "keep the royalties?"
Those royalties are mine,
since you set foot in this publishing!
I brought them!
The Yini Twins exist! They're my cousins!
But you signed a contract!
Keep them! I give them to you!
You can't, because they're already mine!
You can't give what is not yours!
Keep them! I'm just starting!
Not the tale. I didn't sign anything for it.
This?
"Gumercindo and the nymph"?
Who do you think you are, Wagner, you asshole?
Take it, use it to wipe your ass!
And don't ever come again!
I'm quitting my job.
You're quitting what?
I'm gonna quit my job, to write a novel.
But, who'll pay for it?
Can't you do both things?
No.
Aren't you something...!
Who'll pay the bills?
The same idiot who already cleans, cooks
makes breakfast, changes the sheets...
No one is forcing you.
Give me a break!
You moved in with a writer.
A dumb child! That's what you are.
You drove me nuts with those twins!
I want you out of my house!
You got a week.
Come on!
You'll be back!
-I'll be back? -Yes!
It's you, who's leaving.
I'll write the great Argentine novel...
and will mention you, as a selfish...
heartless bitch!
And your dad's gonna buy the book!
My approach about things, aunt.
No. It's not for children.
Some kind of intellectual legacy.
I'll do whatever it takes.
Whatever is necessary, I have savings.
Don't forget I was a successful author.
I just have to write.
Four years later...
Mr. Marcos...
..Mr. Marcos there's a leak downstairs.
Did you have any flood?
Mr. Marcos...
Mr. Marcos, it's leaking downstairs.
Good evening.
May I come in to take a look?
It's almost 2 A.M, Guido.
The neighbor just called me.
It's leaking downstairs.
It's not from here. Everything's dry here.
I can come by tomorrow, what time?
Come tomorrow morning Guido.
-I'll be here. -Okay.
-Have a nice rest. -The same to you.
Not again... I can't believe it!
I'm not saying it's the cure for cancer or AIDS...
..nor were the first dollars made with birimbao.
I just know that it made stupid people, smarter.
Although it also turned many smart people into idiots.
Time to write.
Maybe when he's arriving he unwillingly crushhhhhhhhhh
The concert!
Magic brownies
Cocoon brownies.
Cocoon brownies.
Birimbrownies?
Spacecakes.
-How much? -$30
$30?
Now you show up?
We needed you earlier, dude! Where were you?
I could have really used a cocoon cake.
Sorry, dude. Ain't got enough. Thanks anyway.
Dude!
-I'll be there in a second. -Sure.
Is everything fine?
What's up?
Have you got time...
..for some testing?
It's good, uh.
Of course! I know...
Two, right?
Yes.
Give me two.
Too crowded?
This is imported.
How's your stuff going?
Fine.
-You were writing a novel, right? -Yes. I still am.
No, thanks.
I brought you something.
Free sample.
Wow! Really?
Sweet and tasty...
Do you know who I'm going to try this with?
With my boss.
The yanqui?
Yes. Will.
The guy was skying in Aspen...
he had an accident.
They cuted his trachea...
removed his vocal cords.
He is forbidden to smoke.
Poor guy!
At birthday parties...
he orders a huge cocoon cake... and eats half of it.
Alone!
He misses it.
He misses it a lot.
I can imagine.
I'll surprise him tomorrow.
Do you have to work saturday?
Tomorrow is tuesday.
Today is monday?
Yes! It's monday!
All day long...
I cannot publish this.
It's not bad...
but it's just 25 pages.
This is a short story.
You promised me a novel.
And that's what it is!
And interrupted... novel.
Life has no structure
that's what drives us crazy.
We make plans, try to give a meaning to it
but anguish takes us at night.
What if I get cancer, just like Gomez?
What if I'm hit by a car?
At what age will I die?
We want to find a meaning to our end,
and there's none.
It just happens.
But this is art, not life...
Doesn't art... portrait life?
Art is a consumer good.
And the markets says that under 30 pages, for example...
it's not a novel.
You promised me a novel.
I cannot publish this manuscript.
I have more. I have much more.
You want pages? I've got lots.
Give me just a minute to organize them.
Marcos, I called you because...
I'm grateful for you call,
your interest...
I know I gave no signs of life lately.
I called you for a different reason, Marcos.
Whatever you need.
I heard you grow Erythrina...
Excuse me?
Erythrina...
..that transgenic, climbing plant...
designed in the Netherlands.
I think I'm smelling it right now.
I'm not sure, because I'm a neophyte in all this.
I have a very dear friend...
Could you get me some? For her?
I'd pay whatever it costs.
And we talk about your book.
This... will fuck you up.
Listen to me, don't grab the cigarette again
It turns you into someone dependent...
It weakens your health. Big time.
It affects your performance in bed...
..do you want to become that kind of guy?
I don't.
Sex is life, Marcos.
Think of yourself as a non-smoker.
You look good as a non-smoker. Don't you?
Don't you feel proud?
I don't even dream anymore,
I'm unable to create, even when i'm dreaming!
I just remember, in a delirious way...
but no new elements appear.
You don't need to create anything.
You just need to live... interesting things.
And write about that.
Look at the great ones, Kerouac...
Henry Miller, Capote.
Those guys didn't create from scratch...
their books were chronicles of their lives.
But don't worry, there's a solution for that.
You don't leave your place, got no material, you're blocked.
-Yes, I'm blocked. -You're blocked with your life.
Why don't you open to the world?
Why don't you take some acting classes?
Do some bungee jumping,
paragliding, something...
Go to a swinger club.
-Who would I go with? -Pay some girl, and go with her.
-Do I open your soda? -That's pathetic.
Pathetic is something. Something you can fill a book with.
Right now, you got nothing.
-Are you smoking? -Yes.
If you don't buy anything, you must leave.
These chinese guys...
It's a fascinating language
and I feel honored to work here.
-I'll call you when I leave. -Alright.
Bye, kid. Live your life to the fullest.
Welcome neighbor...
Would this be my neighbor
who left to travel around Latin America and never came back?
Is everything fine, neighbor?
But his door is this one...
..not that one.
That's where Silvina lives.
Hello gorgeous.
Silvina is so hot!
Hello?
Marquitos!
It's Ale, from Canada, how are you?
Ale, dude! How are you?
Fine! Marion and I moved downtown Montreal.
I'm learning French
...comment allez-vous?
I don't speak French.
I'm working with Marion's dad,
he is remodeling our apartment.
That's great! And have you met new people?
People from all around, Marquitos
...most of them are friends of Marion, and Papa Michel.
Who is Papa Michel?
Marion's dad, he's a great architect.
He's loaded... built a couple of buildings here.
Everything's great! How about you?
Me? Struggling... with the novel.
And how do you pay the bills?
I have a shop. I sell flowers... at home.
Dude! You need to get a normal job!
Can't you get something... like, in your work field?
I'm worn out...
..professionally speaking.
And somehow personally too.
Come to Canada, dude!
People is different here, nothing to do with Argentina.
This country is full of opportunities.
I have nothing there.
You have me, dude!
You can stay here! Marion is in New York, ending her post degree.
Ah... When did she leave?
Yesterday.
Thanks, and what could I do?
You can collect acorns, maple syrup, it's the season.
This is the land of opportunities.
People fulfill their dreams here.
You can't imagine Montreal! You'll love it!
And you can write anywhere, right?
Isn't it one the advantages of you, writers?
The first thing is the Visa.
Go ask details at the Embassy. They're a little picky.
That's because everyone wants to come to Canada.
Canada.
Montreal.
I like the way it sounds...
Montreal...
..is a word with the shape of a cathedral...
The M is the facade.
They say... if Buenos Aires is the European city of South America,
Montreal is the European city in North America.
Parallels.
Mirrors...
I have to go to Montreal.
There are things to arrange.
Visa application,
sublet the apartment,
sell the entire crop...
..all of it.
Molar extraction
finish the novel.
The list is the novel.
The list is the novel!
It's the story of a boy who goes on a trip.
He migrates to Canada.
A young Argentine, discouraged with his country...
before leaving... he must deal with some issues.
My book is about that list of pending issues...
which describe his life and dreams...
..and tell, the true reasons of his leaving.
Each pending issue, each item...
is a chapter of the novel.
Not bad...!
To live, and write about it.
Visa Canada
Mr. Marcos...
..you asked for a temporary work visa in Canada.
In Quebec.
Why do you want to go to Canada?
I like the flag. I think it's...
...an educated, pacific country.
I like cold weather, the snow...
Buenos Aires heat is too suffocating for me...
Even in winter...!
Canada caught my attention since I was a child.
The coexistence of cultures; French and English...
Do you have acquaintances in Quebec?
I do. I have a very close friend in Montreal.
This friend, What does he do?
Does he Work, does he Study...?
I don't really know. But I can find it out.
Mr. Marcos, do you speak French?
I love French.
Well...it depends on what do yo mean by "speak"...
Marcos...
..you asked for a temporary work visa...
..Marcos...
..Marcos...
-Let me explain you. -Yes, do it.
This, is part of a research.
A writer's research!
I'm writing a novel...
..a novel about a boy
who applies for a visa to go to Canada.
So, you don't mean to go to Canada.
I do want, but I'm also writing about it.
I like Canada!
I like it so much that I want to write about your country!
This is just for details.
For instance, that pennant...
The difficulties of the first day
did nothing but strengthen his will.
He did not had all the sympathyof Canadians...
but they didn't deny his visa.
Saying goodbye to Ana.
Our character has an old love in the city.
He has not seen her in a long time.
However, before leaving,
he feels the need of a farewell.
Long ago, she gave it all to him
she taught him how to surrender.
But he could not love her back.
He was closed, unable...
Shortly after leaving her, he fell in love for the first time.
She's beautiful.
But she already gave her strongest brightness
she gave it to our leading character.
So? You're leaving to Canada!
That's right. I'm looking for new horizons.
That's huge!
What about you?
I keep on with the dance lessons
I sell clothes at the square market
I'm pregnant...
-Do you design the clothes? -Yes.
I design them all.
You're pregnant?
Yes, I am. I just found out yesterday.
And you showed up...
Are you willing to have him?
Yes! I really wanted to be a mom.
Are you and the father together?
Of course! What do you mean? I'm a decent girl...
You know today the dad can be a girl...!
How could a girl be the dad? You're nuts!
You're right.
So...do you love him?
...the dad?
Yes, I do, I love him a lot.
I'm glad for her.
Saying goodbye to Ana.
I experience things, I write them down...
but I don't find the way to express what I want to say.
What do you want to say?
I don't know!
I thought I had something to say!
Something inside me!
But the story has no meaning.
The meaning... remains hidden.
You must learn to wait.
These people have waited thousands of years,
to conquer the world. And just recently...
Thanks Walter for the advice, but I'm not a people...
..and I'm not gonna live a thousand years.
Out. Out.
Why?
You cannot smoke here.
-Why? -You cannot smoke here.
-Out! -You're smoking!
Out. Out!
Out!
What did she say?
I don't know. I think it was old mandarin.
She insulted you, and she's an elderly woman.
You really upset her, Marcos.
-I'll be on my way. -You better do that.
Marquitos! It's Ale!
Listen how stars aligned,
a friend of Dad Michel's is in B.A.
and she asked me where to buy some flower to smoke.
Synchronicity! That's you!
The girl is Spanish but resides here.
She can be a good contact. She is on tour with a Flamenco show.
Go see her!
Hi Marcos, it's Juan.
My boss wants to talk to you, he's got a proposal.
He is in a hurry.
Maybe he drops by your place, today...
Trust him, he's okay. Bye!
Oh you, big mouth...!
Never give your address to a customer.
Hello.
What?
Sorry, what?
Excuse me?
Hello. I'm Will,
Juan Martín's friend.
I'll be brief.
I tried your cake.
Tasty!
Got more?
I'm looking for that quality.
Yes, I have.
And I can make more, too.
How much? In US dollars?
In dollars?
5 dollars the cake...
..each brownie.
Listen...
..I'll pay twice that amount.
I want the same flavor, and the same quality.
200.
200 dollars?
200 brownies.
2000 dollars.
Is that a problem?
Not at all!
I'll give you 20% in advance for eggs, flour...
..the rest upon delivery.
February 26.
What about that date?
The next day...
..my birthday.
Big party. Very important.
Can you do it?
We're almost there.
There's not enough time to dry it...
No!
No drying!
It's not for smoking...!
Just dissolve it in fat. Remember?
Brownie!
Sure! It can be done.
Everything must "bloome" now.
It's understood?
Yes.
Don't let me down.
No, I won't.
Then...
..count them.
Got to go...
Sorry! I didn't...
No! It's no problem.
My wife is waiting for me.
Sure. Don't worry.
A lucky strike.
Go, Calvino, go!
I need an end.
He can't just leave.
Something must happen.
Meanwhile...
..he falls in love.
Finish the novel
Love
The whole plan is in jeopardy.
A conflict of interests...
the "to do list" or... love.
But... who? Is the object of love?
Who could it be?
Before leaving, the young man will make his last move.
To get closer... an open his heart to her.
I'll be with you in a minute.
Nothing to lose... He's leaving for Canada.
Hi!
How can I help you?
Hi! A Delta box.
Sure.
She is the daughter of the building janitor.
A beautiful girl, maybe even innocent...
...at the dawn of her sexual history.
Our protagonist sees her almost everyday.
But that very daily intimacy
prevents him from moving forward.
If he only could have her!
He should dare! Tell her something.
He's strong now.
He's leaving town, not coming back.
Hey!
New neighbor!
Hey, neighbor!
Susie, how are you, gorgeous?
Animals in the forest are jealous of your beauty.
You will melt god Ra,
Inti, a Greek god.
Champa... I'm helping this gentleman.
Did she call me gentleman?
Anything else?
It's okay, help him.
No, please...
No!
One of these... ¡the surprise chocolat!
..this is the best.
I've got the munchies...!
At what time do you get off today?
I'll be right back. I forgot to bring money.
Don't worry about it.
You can pay me later.
That's all. And a lollipop!
Neighbor!
Candy? Chocolates?
To cap it all...
...so I get there, walking towards the Sun path.
Ancestral immensity, dude.
Amazing energy... so powerful!
You can grow anything there, and...
We should hang out! I'll show you pics, have some beer...
smoke a little bit...
Some smell comes from your place!
What?
Do you like music?
We can get together,
jam for a while...
I got peruvian cajon, "charango", guitar,
what do you play?
-Harmonica. -Harmonica! Way to go!
You just put it anywhere...
Now I can not play anymore because I'm asthmatic.
Doctors forbade me to play any wind instrument...
flute, harmonica, sax...
Bummer! Fuck them!
How about string instruments?
Percussion? I can teach you. It's a piece of cake.
-I'm getting down. -Me too, dude!
We're neighbors!
A Stoner, the worst of my enemies.
If he finds out about the flowers, I'm screwed.
He'll force a friendship, just to smoke for free.
He suspects something...
This must be his portrait of heaven.
Supply his girl...
..his friends, these guys are sociable!
Supply his dog,
supply his mother, who works
with natural therapies...
supply his unemployed, depressive father...
No way! I need to whole crop.
Concentrate...
No distractions...!
Let's see...
Our main character has a "To Do" list to complete before leaving.
Through those items, we approach to his life.
But something must happen, Some kind of obstacle.
If not love, it can be...
..a crime!
The last item in the list is... killing another man.
We will not know it until the last chapter.
Everything gets complicated.
Not again!
Give me the strongest thing you have.
Are the pipes still clogged...?
What did you do? Throw your mother in law, in there?
I already tried: Effervescent tablets...
Micro Caps of lava
abrasive gel, muriatic acid, Drano
Destap, and Fortex for pipes.
Give me something strong.
A difficult case.
I'll give you the strongest thing I have,
but you must handle it with care.
It's a high-end corrosive...
I shouldn't sell you this.
If you touch it, it'll burn your skin.
If it gets into your eye, you'll become for ever blind.
Caustic soda.
Did you hear about it?
Yes.
Have you got mask and gloves?
Just gloves.
I'll sell you the mask.
Hey!
Neighbor!
You really rule.
Hey, dude...!
Come! I'm on your side...
They used to call me Bud Man, come on...!
-I've got a flood. Help me. -Sure!
Put them there.
-Enough, right? -Yes. That's enough.
Let's cover it.
They're so pretty...!
There you go.
Some will survive.
They all will...
Take it easy, daddy!
This plants are super strong!
Are they all females?
-Yes. -Wow, look at these babies!
"Santa Elena"? "Vía Láctea"? What kind?
I have a meeting, Champa, gotta go.
How so?
Now we pack the pipe!
No. I have a meeting. Let's go. I mean it.
I can't, Champa. I have a meeting.
So what? Go high as a kite!
No.
I guess all that stuff cost you a fortune.
Hey! Let me clean this pipe for you.
This must have cost you a buck, right?
Did you bring it from Holland?
Shall we?
What about my cocoon?
You'll give me some, right?
I helped you, we cleaned it.
-Roll one, come on. -No! I have a meeting. Gotta go.
Roll one, give me some flowers, something...
I did my best helping you, man.
I cleaned it, I was under the sun...
Come on!
Of course!
This one is really good.
Give a little more!
Come on!
I smoke, dude.
This is strong.
Have you been to Nepal?
There it's really strong.
Now we're talking. What's that?
Wow!
Give me some of that. It must be super strong, right?
Give me some of that!
-I have to go. -Great, neighbor!
Awesome, uh?
You play it cool, but you're one of us.
What time will you be back?
We can watch some movies...
I can wait for you here...
-No! I have to go! -Ok. Drink some beer...
Ups! Sorry!
Thanks, man. Way to go.
Hey!
My house, your house.
You're always welcome.
Good luck!
Thanks neighbor!
King of Birimbao
King of Birimbao
...and the cocoons!
Yes!
Nope, he's one of us.
I really don't know him...
but... those flowers!
All over the wall.
Around the corner.
I'm not kidding.
In any case...
Neighbor...!
I'll get back to you.
Top flowers, dude!
The meeting was cancelled.
Great!
High class cocoon you got, man!
Come in.
Make yourself at home.
My house, is your house.
That was long ago.
I was stuck with hard rock...
until I heard reggae music.
It was a turning point...
Oh, man, I'm so high...
I have to get those posters out!
Oh, dude...
This is poison...!
I was just telling a friend about this cocoon...
Champa.
Can we be discreet on this?
Hey!
Relax, dude! She's cool...
She's experienced...
All of my friends are.
Relax!
You know? I got a little one,
maybe you can help me.
Sure you can! You... "wizard"!
You see?
Poor thing. She's really sick.
Come, take a look.
Look.
You see there?
See those yellow spots?
What could that be?
Someone told me it's the yellow fly.
What does the Doc say?
I put it in the common wall, just in case, you know?
If something would happen
I'd just say it belongs to the neighbor.
Haha! I'm an ass!
You are the neighbor...
Anyway, you have a bunch.
Just one more...
I'll find another place, don't worry.
Didn't I offer you? Taste it.
Come on...!
Loose the jacket.
Pisco?
Too early for you...?
Have you tried pisco?
I learned how to fix it in Chile.
In Chile they told me they invented it...
but don't dare saying that in Perú!
Start chopping the ice.
What do you do with all the bud you harvest?
Huge crop, isn't it?
I sell it.
-What? -I sell it!
How can you sell it?
Cocoons come from the earth, neighbor...
Listen. We're doing a full moon party.
In a big house in the field, with swimming pool...
chicks will come, surely.
Why don't you come?
You can bring some of your birimbitecus...
You know what? 842 00:57:60,096 --> 00:58:02,308 We can grow them there...
What did you do, man?
You cut my finger!
Why the violence, dude?
What did you do, man? You sliced my finger!
Give me a fucking band aid!
I didn't mean to... It was an accident.
Maybe we can glue it.
No, dude, there's nothing left.
I need to go to the E.R!
I'll never play the "charango" again, you son of a bitch!
Don't make such a fuss... You've got other fingers left.
Give me cocoon, man!
I need something to kill the pain!
Bring cocoon, dude...
and a band aid! Go!
I'm sorry.
Show it, then! Share your flowers...
Help me somehow!
I'll report you...
You'll spend your life in prison, dude!
My God! What have I done?
Is he dead?
He's alive. Will he die?
Just die already!
The Crime
Murder is the main item.
Of course, it's got its own list.
The Alibi
This girl... can be a nice contact.
She is presenting a Flamenco show.
Go see her! Here's the data...
-I want to see the show. -Which show, sir?
The flamenco show.
It started an hour ago, sir.
I don't mind...
Entering is not allowed, once the show's started.
I cannot enter?
...can you leave a record of my visit?
Marcos Calvino.
"Calvino, Marcos..."
Yes, here you are. Miss Laia wrote you down.
-You may come in. -Thanks.
Let me show you your seat.
-I know the place. -Just a minute, sir...
You...
Come to the stage.
You're so lucky... Go!
Do you feel at ease?
You'll be born again.
The best possible alibi.
Hi.
I'm Marcos.
Marcos!
How are you?
I'm fine.
You smell like erythrina.
I can't even tell anymore.
It smells good.
-It's on the house . -No. Not here, please.
I'm staying nearby.
We can do it in my place, if you want.
I'd rather not... walk alone at night.
I don't really know the city.
Shall we...?
People associate it with the gipsies...
but actually, arab blood runs through Flamenco...
Andalusia was full of moors, when flamenco was born.
Gipsies did their part, for sure...
but haven't produced similar music anywhere else.
Why the mask...?
-Excuse me. -Sure! Sit.
"Mask"... guess what?
That's another word of arabic origin!
I'm exhausted. I'd really like to take a shower.
Make yourself at home...
Take whatever you want to drink.
And roll one!
I want to taste the argentine cocoon!
Sure.
Whiskey?
OK.
On the rocks?
Just one, please.
Don't be afraid.
My friend's quirky habits.
Here it is.
Wow!
Thanks!
It's just what I needed.
Your welcome.
No.
Don't you want some?
How come? The dealer doesn't use?
You're not poisoning me, are you?
It's just... I'm in trouble... and I need to focus.
I don't want to... think.
Then... don't.
Forget it all, and please me.
I can't say no to you...
You can't say no to me?
You're not gonna take it off?
What?
The mask.
What if I want to kiss you?
Kiss it now.
Kiss the mask.
Kiss me.
Why the mask.
Why the mask?
Take a look at me.
What do you feel?
Do I look silly?
Extravagant?
Attractive.
It turns you on?
Yes.
What if I take it off...?
What would you feel?
-You don't need to. -Tell me, Marcos...
..and don't feel any compassion for me.
It shocked me.
Rejection...!
You see.
A mask solves it all.
-I could get used to it. -No.
I've lived many years without it.
The eyes, fly away.
But now... this is me!
And I get all the looks...
like those girls of the shampoo commercials.
I have a collection, you know?
-Wanna see them? -Yes.
They gave me one here...
and it doesn't fit into my suitcase.
My friend, how are you?
How was that...?
-It worked. -I told you so!
I need more.
-More? -More.
How much?
All of it. Whatever you got.
All of it?
Where do you live, in a castle?
Hi...
Hello, Marcos.
I need to check your apartment, the lady...
Not today, Guido.
I'll enter and leave in a sec.
But it's just a moment!
The lady has many leaks...
She said she'd call the administration.
The problem is solved.
There are no more floods.
Let me in...
The old lady calls me night and day.
You know what I mean, Marcos.
Plus, there are two big stains in her ceiling...
Something's leaking!
Guido, I give you my word,
tomorrow morning we'll take a look, together.
I'll help you anyway you need.
I can call the lady, if it helps.
You have my word.
I'm coming tomorrow.
Please do.
Thanks. Excuse me.
The Evidence.
This is surreal.
I never imagined I could be a murderer.
In this bathtub, my own vomit and
the blood of a stranger are mixed.
I feel very bad, I feel awful.
But I feel alive.
This horror cuts down the options.
Everything is clearer.
The worst thing is the paradox.
In my ideal world...
I should be found and sentenced.
The Marcos of the past, wants me in jail.
But I... will not surrender.
What's up?
Living an intense life?
I was nearby and came. Since you don't show up...
You could have called first.
Don't play that card with me...
Am I interrupting anything? A nap? A wank?
Am I spoiling your monthly screw?
There is no one else.
So I thought.
Are you letting me in, or what...?
Come in.
Hi, girls... They're really pretty!
-You changed the lights too, right? -Yes.
I brought you dove poop. It has nitrogen...
Thanks.
So, did you get inspiration to write the story?
I'm working on it.
You probably killed someone already.
What?
-Did you kill someone or not? -What are you saying?
Answer me. I know you...
I won't answer a thing! What are you, a Cop?
You drop by, without calling...
Dude, are you ok? Im talking about your novel!
You always kill someone.
Some minipimer you got...
I have to return it.
Walter. Listen, let's meet some other day.
Are you losing it, dude?
I have to write.
Well, you're doing fine, you damn obsessive!
Finish the book before you go insane.
-You make me nervous, dude...! -You look like a zombie, man!
I'm sorry, I'll accompany you.
There's no need, I have keys. Because we're friends.
But you're kicking me out, so... Bye.
The Motive
Survival instinct is stronger.
The primary impulse that brought us here from the jungle
across deserts, mountains, and seas
for thousands of years
through wars, looting... plagues.
Survival instinct prevails
..over every morality.
I want to live... free.
I sentence myself, I do,
but I don't surrender.
If there's a superior being...
that gave us the gift of life
He should be moved... to see us fighting for it.
The Official Version
You can keep a person alive, through social networks...
at least long enough time
for our criminal, to escape to Canada.
New surfing trip! I'll send pictures!
After surfing on Easter Island
Champa will visit New Zealand, Australia, Polynesia...
Oceania...
That's what I'd do.
The virus database has been updated.
I've been so blind...
Champa was with both of them!
Silvina, and Susana...
She's online.
Hi. What's up?
Where are you? I've been looking for you.
You'll go surfing? You said you'd stay in Argentina.
Where are you now?
I'm going to your house.
Don't come.
Bummer! Got company?
Tell me. Are you at Silvina's?
Gotta go. Bye.
DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT ME?
DISAPPEAR AGAIN AND I'LL KILL YOU. INCONSIDERATE SON OF A BITCH
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
ANSWER, YOU IDIOT! I'LL FIND YOU AND FINISH YOU.
Open, Marcos, please!
I have a key, and a permit by the administration.
I'm coming in.
Come in, Guido. It's open.
I'm with my daughter, Marcos!
Just a minute...
Excuse me.
Sorry, I didn't know you were bringing company.
I'll go see the kitchen.
Take a look... Let's see what you can find.
What are you doing?
I'm fine, and you?
No, I mean... what are you doing.
The Moonwalk...! Remember Michael Jackson?
I do it every morning...
What's in the yard, Marcos?
Air, light, ants. What else, Guido?
What is she doing here?
A theory keeps coming to my mind.
A recurring thought from my childhood
We categorize actions as good ones, or bad ones.
There are good deeds, and bad deeds.
That's what we're taught.
But we can evaluate an action
according to its intensity, its relevance.
Everything has its own intensity.
The roller coaster is an intense experience...
washing hands, not at all.
We study Julius Caesar, the big conquerer....
Was Julio a good guy?
I guess not. He wasn't nice at all.
He destroyed cities, ordered murders, rapes...
These days, the guy is a model of leadership and wisdom.
A thousand years later, nobody seems to care...
who were the good guys, and who the bad guys.
History doesn't give a crap about morals.
What matters, seems to be the intensity
the impact, the change of paradigm. 1148 01:28:06:593 --> 01:28:09,250 Morals are related to a certain time, and geography...
..intensity is not.
Intensity is a universal, transforming experience.
Hello.
The Cocoon Dance...
has arrived!
Live it up!
Everybody dance, the cocoon dance...!
Move your head with the cocoon!
Everybody dance, the cocoon dance...!
The dead man had spoken with someone.
Hello.
Mr. Marcos Calvino?
Yes.
I'm calling you for your visa application.
Hello! How are you?
What's the result?
Your application was denied.
Thanks.
-We're very sorry. -It's all right. Thanks.
Somebody knows.
And from the cocoons, will get to the hippie.
I won't make it.
If I could only find someone else to blame...
A scapegoat.
Susana!
Marcos!
What are you doing here? Where is Champa?
He left and asked me to take care of his flowers.
The plants are yours.
No. How did you enter?
Where is he?
Are you covering up for him?
When did you became such good friends?
-Wanna talk to him? -I will not leave until I do.
-Wait for him, he's coming. -Alright.
The Scapegoat.
She killed him!
And yes, she can be the leading character!
There's a twist at the end of the story...
we find out that our hero...
is actually a woman. A scorned one, with one goal:
the last item in her list.
I'LL FIND YOU AND FINISH YOU.
Before leaving, she'll kill a man.
A man who made her fall for him
and abused her emotionally.
But, before a fresh start in Canada...
No.
What do you mean "no"?
No, no...
So, before travelling, she will settle accounts
with the dirty hippie who took her virginity
cheated on her, and broke her heart.
It's a simple plan: 1205 01:32:24,248 --> 01:32:26,315 She'll make him disappear.
Her weapon? A home appliance.
She proposes to cook homemade mayonnaise.
Does he have a grinder? Yes, he does.
I got to the end.
Can I read it?
No way! It's a work in progress.
You just said you got to the end.
It's almost ready.
Stay close.
You inspire me.
Am I, like, your muse?
That's not for free.
Alright. I'll pay you. How much?
I'm not rich...
We collect in kind.
We're "elevated" people.
-Do you know how to roll? -Sure.
Roll one. I'll be right with you.
Was it you who called me?
Everybody dance, the cocoon dance...
Did you tell anyone else?
No, I didn't say anything.
Besides, this is super illegal, right?
Yes.
You surprised me, I must confess.
Got a light?
After killing and dismember him Susana sat on the couch.
She was exhausted. She needed to relax
so she lit a cocoon joint
The dead's favorite strain.
Really high, she thought that the trip to Canada...
had no sense anymore.
There was no sense in staying either...
There was a third option.
Heat some water for "mate".
Man, this is strong...
She turned on the gas
poured some water...
..and thought of sleeping pills.
I'll go to the bedroom. I need to lie down.
it's my blood pressure...
Make yourself comfortable...
"MATE", OR ORANGE JUICE?
"MATE", OR ORANGE JUICE?
For your blood pressure.
Juice!
Orange juice. I have to write it down.
One murder, that can happen, but two...
Cruel irony of fate...
..the second murder frees me up from both.
The juice has arrived.
And Champa?
Did he come?
No, I guess he fell asleep.
Where is he?
Where did he go?
He left with Silvina...
Next door?
No. I think they went to... a swingers club.
I got your juice.
You are kind.
You're different from him. Come.
Come.
This is so wrong...
I wish there was another way out.
Killing that filthy hippie, is one thing,
Susana is something else.
I could fall in love...!
Wow... Did you see that?
-What? -A spider!
Gross! I hate spiders! Kill it, please!
I'll bring you another glass of juice.
No, stay with me please.
Don't leave!
Can't you sing? To chase her away?
-Whom? -The spider.
-Sing? -Yes. Anything.
Anything.
You know it?
My head stopped, for a moment.
I only remember thinking
about the Sioux people...
they kept the women of their enemies.
And later on, when I came...
I would always choose life...
Generous and unexpected.
Susana!
Susana...
..what are you doing?
Hi.
Hi.
-Did you have breakfast? -No.
Who were you talking to?
My dad. He was looking for me.
Did you sleep well?
Yes.
What's the matter?
I forgot something yesterday.
-Are you okay? -Yes.
What's the matter? Susana!
Why are you locking me up?
Why are you locking me up?
What is this?
What is this?
-I don't know. Open up. -Whose is this?
Where is Champa?
Marcos, tell me where is Lucas!
Did you have a good time?
He took a trip...
Did you have fun with me? Did you like it?
-Do you feel we match? -What are you talking about?
What are you talking about? The neighbors can hear you.
The police are coming.
Come with us, please.
Throw it all away...
You liked it.
I like you too.
I have to write it down.
I got the end.
Bye. Have a good trip...
I ruined the perfect ending. What a jerk!
Come on, Calvino...
You just have to write... whatever's about to happen.
It better be intense.
A police squad entered the building...
Not like this! I can't focus!
Just let me finish... FUCK!
the shade of the dead man...
seeked revenge...
BANG! BANG! at the door...
The end
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