Aparecidos.Pelicula completa.Terror.[Sub.English-Français]

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Hold on, Pablo, honey. Don't die now.
You're with me, Pablo. Nobody's gonna hurt you.
You're gonna be OK.
Please, Pablo.
There's internal hemorrhaging. Notify the ER!
Let us take care of everything.
He's going to the ER.
He's here!
What are you doing?
Let go! He's going to kill my brother!
Let me go, shit! Pablo! He'll kill my brother!
Please, Pablo, please.
We just got in. You have to come here and read the will.
I will not take a plane and fly another 2,000 miles!
It's your job as a lawyer...
I don't have time to argue.
Talk to whoever you have to talk to.
If you don't have an office in Buenos Aires, that's your problem.
Yes, sure.
- Weren't you a little rude? - No.
Give them an inch and they'll take a yard, and the rest...
- Hello. - Hello.
We're Gabriel de Luca's children.
Pablo and Malena.
I'm Daniel Lerhmann.
The last time I saw you two Pablo was barely 2 weeks old and this small.
Always so serious and so quiet.
Now she can't keep her mouth shut.
Where can we talk? We're in a hurry and wanted
to sign the papers ASAP and ask if he could be cremated here.
Of course, of course.
Please come with me.
there he is.
You said over the phone we'd only have to sign papers, not see him.
I assumed you'd want to see your father before
you made any decisions.
Can't we just sign the papers?
Hold on, Malena. Hold on.
Is he suffering?
His brain is no longer functioning.
That machine's maintaining his vital signs but...
he's clinically dead.
Would you come with me for a moment, please?
Will one signature do?
I know Pablo and I can imagine what's coming.
Please, if you don't mind...
If you decide you don't want the machine connected any longer,
we'll need at least two signatures.
Look, I know how this sounds,
but Pablo didn't know my father.
I understand he might. But, I'm not interested...
I just came here to sign and pick up his will.
Mom. Everything's fine.
Pablo's fine.
Remember it was Pablo who wanted to come, not me.
Come home?
How? Do I just grab Pablo and stick him on the plane?
Mom, please! We'll see the will and that'll be it.
It's your son, Pablo.
Squeeze my hand if you want to say something.
Even if it's just a little.
Are you all right?
Fine. Fucking great... fucking great.
How long have you known him?
My whole life.
We did the medical internship together
at the hospital in Tierra del Fuego.
I remember the day when he came here.
He'd known about the tumor for a month and hadn't said a word to anybody.
The jerk drove 2,000 miles.
72 years old with a brain tumor.
When he got here, he parked his car, came up here
all on his own,
sat down on this bed...
and when he saw me he said,
It beat me.
Take care of me."
Listen, Pablo.
This isn't your father.
Your father died some time ago.
You have to remember the good things about him...
with this.
This is your father.
It can't be, hold on.
Pablo, where are you going?
What did I just say? We'll have to sort out the papers.
Shit, Malena!
Nice, huh?
- What is this supposed to be? - Get in.
Come on, Malena. Get in.
Smell it?
Smell what?
This car smells of Dad.
And look...
we talked about this. You promised you wouldn't
make a fuss.
You have to sign here.
Look at the photo, please.
How can someone screw you up even after he's dead?
I was born 2 weeks early.
Mom said I wouldn't keep still.
I was born in that house.
I want to go there.
That's not a good idea.
It's a great idea.
We'll take this car and go south. What's 2,000 miles?
- We could do it in 2 days. - There's no time.
When did we last see each other?
- Like brother and sister? - Don't be a pain. No.
I know that if you could
you would disconnect that machine yourself...
But you know what?
They need two signatures
and I won't disconnect my dad until I know more about him.
I want more than one photo.
Take it or leave it.
Okay, we'll go wherever you want. But just sign first.
No, we go and then I sign.
If you're going to be an asshole, we'll forget about the signature,
the will...and just go home.
I'll sign.
Don't you feel like shit?
I can't start this trip feeling like this.
We'll have a great time.
A fucking great time, you'll see.
Are you going to be in a bad mood the whole trip?
That fucking civil servant.
You've been arguing with her on the phone all day.
She won't send the birth certificate?
Well, let's go get it. The attorney won't move a finger?
We go there and show them what a hot attorney you are!
- Clerk. - Okay, clerk.
But a real hot clerk!
What a hotel you've chosen! I'll choose the next.
Keep a lookout.
Lost something?
I'll give you a hand.
What are you reading?
I don't know... This is weird.
I think it's called a book.
Ha, ha. You bust me up.
We should figure out where we're sleeping tonight?
- I told you it was this way. - Where have you brought me?
To an authentic place.
I bet it's cheap too.
- Hi. - Hi.
I want a double room.
Double room with a bathroom is 80 pesos.
If you pay cash, you get a 10% discount
and a musical key ring.
- Okay. - Okay?
We've run out of Gardel's, we only have this one with the national anthem.
Don't tire yourself out.
Which room did you get?
What does it matter? Just one.
Room 207? No. We want another.
I'm tired and I want to take a shower. What does it matter?
It does matter. Excuse me.
Can you change it?
I'm going up. You do what you like.
That's the way!
After all we deserve those assholes.
Mom called. I don't feel like calling back.
Why didn't Mom want me to come?
Why do you say that?
- She may not have been too happy but... - Please!
She almost laid down on the runway to stop the plane.
Why does she never speak of Dad?
Why do you think?
You think it's easy to emigrate with a little girl and a newborn baby?
Just like that.
People don't do things like that.
Just stop and think.
Did Dad used to hit you or something?
I wish he had. Then I'd have a reason to hate him.
I used to think he hit her, that he was a bastard.
But no...
He never did anything to her.
I don't know...
I guess they stopped loving each other,
so they split up.
Dad was always at the hospital, working.
I thought...
I'd disappointed him some way,
that he was mad at me. I was only 7 years old, damn it!
So I tried to be Little Miss Perfect.
But he never said a thing.
Well, yes...
I asked him what I'd done wrong
and he said I hadn't done anything wrong.
He just said...
"What you did wrong was not being born a boy."
A boy.
He wanted a son.
So that's why girls turn you on.
Screw you!
Malena. Listen.
- You know what happened here 20 years ago? - No.
On July 23, 1980,
someone was murdered in the room next door.
Scary, huh?
Pablo, don't start!
The rooms must all be the same.
There was a couple with a little girl.
At 3 AM a man breaks in.
He has an iron bar and a cattle prod.
Know what that is?
They still use them here to electrocute cattle.
220 volts to stun them, then they finish them off.
Enough already! Okay?
The first to wake up is the mother.
The guy hits her with the bar, the girl starts crying.
The father gets up to fight but...
the guy stuns him with the cattle prod.
Listen to this part.
"3:27 AM".
The son of a bitch wrote it down minute by minute!
"Shocks should always be applied to the nerve centers.
In this case the victim receives a strong discharge to the neck
which produces a double effect:
the trachea contracts, impeding oxygen intake,
and the vertebral column is numbed, clearly limiting his chances of escape."
So the guy drags the father to the bathtub and drowns him.
"l hold his head under the water
and feel the veins in his neck bursting.
His lungs contract fighting for air. Incredible how stubborn
the human body can be when it comes to survival."
Are you okay?
Where did you get that?
It's just a joke. It's nothing.
What the hell is this?
Where did you get that book?
You'd rather not know. Never mind.
- I knew you wouldn't like it. - Give me that.
I'm going to get some supper. You relax.
Give it to me. I don't want to get angry.
I told you I threw it away, okay?
I didn't know you'd get like that, I'm sorry.
the killer kills her friend, her boyfriend,
her mother and the dog. Look at her. There she is.
The last thing I'd do is run around showing my tits.
And they're small too.
It's always the same in horror films.
The girl never has big tits.
If they have big tits,
that's all you look at.
A man's brain is not ready
for both stories and tits.
So it's goodbye story.
And with a remote control you can rewind it.
Oh, Pablo, you couldn't be dumber even if you tried.
I do try. I have for years.
I'm glad you're here.
I know I say silly things...
but it's because I'm glad to see you.
And I love you and all that.
I love you too.
Wake up. There's someone...
- What, Malena? - There.
There's someone there.
What the hell do you mean?
Call reception.
Don't hurt my dad!
Did you talk to anyone?
A girl. There's a girl.
Nothing will happen to her.
She'll get away.
- What are you saying? - I don't know, Malena...
Just like it said in the book.
What book?
Look, what's happening is that there's some son-of-a-bitch in that room...
I don't know what's going on, but I don't give a shit.
Let's go.
Shit, I forgot something!
I'll be right back.
So you'd thrown it away?
Leave it, Malena. I don't feel like arguing now.
What are you up to?
So you want to argue now, do you?
What's your problem with the book if it's all lies.
So what happened there?
I don't know.
What happened to the mother and daughter?
You read that thing. What happened to them?
I don't know.
They ran away. They ran out of the motel.
What is it?
What are you doing?
We're going back for them. We get them in the car and that's it.
It says he stops around here.
50 miles away.
I think he had the man's body in the trunk.
Damn! There is no signal.
Let's call the police.
He buried him around here, in an abandoned factory.
What are you doing?
We have to do something, right?
We must help these people.
We have to go to that factory.
I'm not going anywhere.
We have to call the police.
I don't know what's up...
but this can't be coincidence.
This all happened 20 years ago
and some bastard's copying it, step by step
and exactly at the same hour.
You know that's not possible.
Somebody killed that guy.
You heard it just like me.
Then he picked them up on the road.
Shall I read it?
"The child and the woman got away.
I haven't even had time to regret my clumsiness.
They just appeared on the road.
They come to me like lsaac came to Abraham to be sacrificed."
Shall I go on?
- No. - So you won't do anything?
- Then what happened? - Nothing happened.
If nothing happened, you won't mind going to that place.
Shit, Pablo!
You're a real son-of-a-bitch.
I'll take a look. Are you coming?
No way, I'm not moving.
Look, if this were a movie like the one we saw on TV,
you'd be topless by now.
And what we just saw...
would be...
You said it, not me.
I don't believe in that stuff.
I believe in bad vibrations. This place has bad vibrations.
Did you steal that from the minibar?
Look, Malena...
I'm going in there.
If they cut my head off, don't you worry.
Need anything? A blanket?
- The flashlight. - You're not going anywhere.
- Give it here. - I won't.
Give it to me.
I can see fine with this.
I don't care what you do, but I just have to say one thing.
If you scream, I'll kill you. You hear me?
If anything happens to you...
I'll kill you.
Help me!
Please don't go.
Where's my little girl?
What'll happen to her?
He's coming! Please help me.
Please, I don't want to die. Help me!
Are you okay?
Are you going to tell me what happened in there?
I'm talking to you, Malena.
Say something.
Shall we go on crying?
Or call mommy?
You fucking baby!
Come on, you spoiled brat.
Leave me alone, you son-of-a-bitch!
It's all right now.
He took her away in front of me.
She was pregnant.
I'm scared, Pablo.
I'm really scared.
Don't worry. As soon as we reach the next town we'll go to the police.
Let's see, he gets to the motel and waits 'til nightfall.
At 3 AM
he goes up to the room and attacks the husband.
Here he buries the father.
But where does he take the girl and the mother?
The girl... dead...
The son-of-a-bitch.
I'm going to the restroom.
Hey, that's not necessary.
Ten minutes.
I'll get you out of there.
Where's that son of a bitch?
I'll be back, I promise.
Malena, start the car.
Start the car.
What have you done?
Start the car, dammit!
- Where did you find her? - Can't you see?
Come on.
You're always the same.
Always sticking your nose...
You just kidnapped a little girl.
I hadn't thought of that...
since kids travel in car trunks now.
Shut up, okay?
Couldn't you have called for help?
What do you think the police are for?
- You committed a crime. - I saved the kid's life.
- Sure. - Fuck that son-of-a-bitch!
So what do we do with the girl?
I've had enough. Shit.
Fucking kid!
Put your foot down!
- Faster, dammit! - I'm trying.
Go there, where there are people.
That bar.
Malena, start the car!
- Fucking start the car! - It won't start!
Forget it. Let's go.
Get out!
Open up!
Open the door! Please!
It says "pull" on the door.
Take it easy, okay?
There's blood on you.
Let's get breakfast.
Breakfast? We have to call the police.
- Hello. - Can I have a coffee with milk?
Weak but really hot, please.
And something to eat. You, Malena?
- Coffee. - And the little girl?
Are you okay?
Anything else?
Some cereal for the girl, please.
- Right. - Thank you.
That's it, I'm calling the police.
We just saved the girl.
Fuck the police.
You want to call them?
- Yes. - Fucking great.
Do you have the nerve to tell them what happened?
Hello? I want to report an incident.
Yes, I'll wait.
Hello? Look, someone's following us.
They wrecked our car, tried to force us off the road.
No, we're not hurt but...
It's hard to explain.
Can't you send someone?
Two of us...three. With a little girl that my brother...
Forget it. I don't really know where I am so don't come...
I'll ring some other time.
I couldn't have done that so well.
Come on...
Just a spoonful.
Come on, you have to eat just a little. If not, you won't grow big and strong.
Call an ambulance, please.
- What? - Call an ambulance please!
Maybe there's still a chance.
Are you all right?
Don't just stand there! Call someone, dammit!
- What's the matter, are you joking? - Don't you see?
- What happened in there is not real. - I don't even want to talk about it.
Nobody is gonna help us.
I just want to go back to Barcelona.
I don't care about the will, the house, anything...
I can't take anymore.
I can't...
I want to get away.
What will you do?
I don't know.
Do something for those people.
Those people are dead and nobody gives a shit.
You don't give a shit! You're just so selfish!
So go. That's what you always do.
Is that what you want?. Go but stop winding me up.
Stay here with me, okay?
We'll take the ferry tomorrow.
Promise nothing else will happen.
I promise.
Well, the starter motor's perfect now.
The car's old, but it's still strong.
I can't do anything about the door.
- No spare parts. - That's okay.
As long as it goes.
You know what? I like doing things right, that's all.
The spare parts truck doesn't come this way.
They were building a highway but that got spoiled.
How did it get spoiled?
How did it get spoiled?
- Same as always. - Pablo.
They had to knock down an old factory and they started digging.
You can't dig too deep here.
You start finding skeletons, a dead body buried 20 years ago
and police and journalists come swarming.
So in the end the highway went to shit.
Where was the dead body?
Come here.
375 miles away at the foundry.
They mentioned an investigation in the papers.
Talked about the military,
this and that...
Where can I get a copy of that paper? If you want, I can...
Look, it's 380 pesos for the repair.
If you want a copy of the paper, come with me.
Put your money away.
How you doing, Pelegrini?
Our Spanish friend wants to see some of your old newspapers.
Would he like a propeller for a sailboat?
A real bargain. Seventy pesos...
It just needs a little fixing.
- Want a propeller? - No, just the newspapers.
Fifty. That's my final offer.
Fifty. That's a gift.
"...could be the remains of Manuel Leonardi.
His wife Amalia and their daughter have been missing since 1980."
Malena... I don't know how, but we changed the past.
We have to do something... No, shit.
We have to go back.
Things can be changed.
How can I tell her? She won't want to come.
Well? Shall we go?
Sure, sure.
Are you okay?
Pablo, I know...
I wish we could do something,
but sometimes you just have to quit.
I know that sounds like shit,
but sometimes you can't change things
and it's not worth trying.
That's the way it is.
Some people get used to the idea that the world's a place
where things don't change.
People like you?
I don't want you to get hurt.
Forget it.
Shit, almost 7. We should have left already.
I'm going to the bathroom.
I know you want to protect me.
But I have to learn for myself. Okay?
- Pablo! - I have to go back to the hotel.
It's going to happen again.
Please don't do anything.
Don't worry about me. Tomorrow we'll go see the house, okay?
I have to help them. I promised.
Things can be changed, you hear me?
Things can be changed.
Hello. Are you closed?
- Yes. - They told me they'd sent the papers
from my father's office to this storage room.
I have to see a lawyer tomorrow
and if I don't take a copy of the birth certificates along, they won't...
Whose name was it under?
Doctor Gabriel de Luca.
Come on in.
Mr. Kleinman?
If it's okay, I just wanted to ask you a few questions...
About an article of yours
on Manuel Leonardi.
It says here they only found the father's body.
What happened to the mother and daughter?
They never found the bodies.
I don't understand. What were they doing at the hotel?
They didn't have a house?
- They were running away. - From what?
The "doctor".
Manuel and Amalia Leonardo went missing.
They were taken from their home on February 3, 1980.
What do you mean "went missing"?
"Relatives of more than 30,000 who
disappeared during the dictatorship ask for justice."
Excuse me. Are you all right?
Would you like to come in for some coffee?
This one here...
the teacher,
is my husband, Mario Portela.
We got married in 1976.
For me it was stupid having a white wedding because I wasn't a virgin.
But you know people.
Sometimes you must pretend to be what you are not.
I had already made love with Mario
for the first time on October 3, 1975.
It was beautiful. Though I haven't got the photo.
And this thin kid here
is Sebastian Garcia.
When he was 16 years old,
the "Triple A" kidnapped him.
The "Argentine Anticommunist Alliance".
They said he was a subversive.
He went to a rally and they took his picture.
The thing is when they tortured him, the poor kid,
they wanted names and he didn't know what to say.
So they used a cattle prod because he was silent,
and he just said the first thing that came into his head.
The names of his classmates, his teacher...
I remember coming home that day.
They'd broken the door down, they grabbed me,
and I saw Mario
with a hood over his head.
you don't have to tell me this, or hurt yourself.
No, honey, you're wrong there.
This doesn't hurt.
It shouldn't hurt me.
What l...
You know what hurt most?
Not the cattle prod,
or being raped,
or that son-of-a-bitch...
flaying the soles off my feet with a razor blade...
What hurt most
was seeing Mario alive for the last time.
They brought him back
after a session...
two or three minutes...
I remember he looked bad,
and I thought I must look like that too.
Like looking in a mirror.
He could barely stand up.
His body was mangled.
And I thought...
how that was the same body as the one that had...
held me so many times before.
we didn't say a word.
They took him away again.
I remember I cried
because they'd taken away from me the only thing that gave me hope.
In 1982,
I came here...
to Tierra del Fuego.
I opened this storage room...
and l...
tried to forget.
the doctors had nothing to do with that, right?
Yes, there were...
military doctors
making calculations.
measured the voltage people could take from the cattle prod.
In other words,
they measured
the amount of pain a human being could take
without the heart stopping.
It isn't here.
Come here.
You're alive!
You're alive!
Let my daughter go!
Let her go!
Let her go or I'll kill you!
I said let her go
or I'll kill you!
Put that knife down!
- Put it down! - Please let her go.
It's okay.
- Please don't take her. - Where are the others?
Please don't take her.
Let's get out of here.
Please don't take her.
Let her go, you bastard!
It's okay, honey. You'll be okay.
- Don't hurt her. - I'm not going to.
We have to get out of here.
They won't take me.
They won't take me.
Not again.
No! Manuel!
Pablo, where are you?
Malena, listen.
The son-of-a-bitch who's behind this is connected with the military.
Where did you find the diary?
What the fuck does that matter?
- In the car, right? - So what?
Pablo, do me a favor and just for once try and think with your head.
Who could have written that diary? Think about it.
No, not that, Malena.
Dad was a son-of-a-bitch.
He may have been a son-of-a-bitch to you, but not to me.
I was thinking...
Imagine he had the diary, but he found it and it wasn't his.
Whose was it otherwise?
Some other doctor's. How should I know?
Give him a break.
Even if just for me.
Imagine it wasn't him. He tried to find out the truth
but ran out of time.
Now he wants me to do something, Malena.
Pablo, that doesn't make sense.
Know what really doesn't make sense?
Trying to save a dead person's life.
You know what?
They had been locked up for 4 months.
And tortured.
But they managed to escape.
They picked up the girl and ran.
They tried to start a new life.
But that son-of-a-bitch...
found them again.
He went after them and killed them.
Pablo, are you okay?
No, I'm not okay. What did you expect?
How could anyone do something like that?
You know what really gets me?
I don't know anything about them... about what they did before.
I'd like to know who they were, Malena.
Time's up.
I'll take the ferry back tomorrow and meet you, okay?
Pablo, be careful.
Stay here, okay?
Mommy. Where's my mommy?
It's okay. Your mommy's okay.
Stay here. Don't move.
I said stay there. You hear me?
Where's my mommy?
She's gone, but...
I can't do it. I can't fucking do it!
Your mommy...
told me she'd be back soon.
She said you have to be good...
and wait for her here. Okay?
- You're a liar. She's not coming back. - I promise she is.
I'm scared. Don't leave me here alone.
The son-of-a-bitch! Stop, please! Where are you?
I don't want to see her die again! Please, I beg you.
Help me.
This is yours.
January 11, 1974.
There's a problem with your brother's certificate...
we couldn't find it.
You said he was born in June 1980,
but it's not here.
What do you mean it's not here?
He may not have been born here, or it could be a mistake.
However, we just moved here and everything still has to be saved
on the computer so...
We found your brother's car this morning in the woods 20 miles away from Tolhuin.
It'd been there all night.
We searched the car and found
this photograph.
I have to fill in a report now. Come with me later
to report your brother's disappearance.
What's the matter?
Is something wrong?
There's blood there.
The car's beat up, but blood?
I'll take it away.
- You'll take it the way it is? - Thanks.
This is the Rio Grande Police Department.
Your call will be attended to
in a few moments. Please hold the line.
Rio Grande...
God! My God!
You communists spend half your lives trying to prove God doesn't exist
and when things go wrong, you call his name.
But he won't hear you because you're on the wrong side.
Dad, please don't hurt me. I'm your daughter.
What's that? You're my daughter?
My daughter Malena is 6 years old and she's at home with my wife.
You are not my daughter. You're just a subversive piece of shit.
We're here to educate you people.
So you won't stray again.
What you have to understand is that
the church and the state
are the parents of the motherland.
That requires a sense of responsibility...
and deserves respect.
You people don't respect anything so we have to take a hard line.
Nobody cares that you're here.
Your family and friends don't give a shit about you.
You won't get out of here alive.
I won't let you. And even if you did, I'd come find you.
I'd come find you.
You're cracking really fast.
This isn't happening! You can't hurt me!
I can't hurt you?
What I just did, didn't that hurt?
Dad, please...
It's me...
I know you remember. Please.
Don't hurt me anymore.
You know what? Maybe you're right.
Remember the story of Abraham?
No, you wouldn't.
God told Abraham to kill his son, lsaac,
and Abraham didn't hesitate for a second.
He looked at his son and saw an enemy he had to wipe out.
He took him to the mountain top,
drew a knife to cut his throat...
and just when he was going to do it..
God told him to stop.
If I'm your father as you say, then God should tell me to stop.
Shall I tell you a secret?
God doesn't exist down here.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Pablo. Wake up.
It's a boy.
A boy. My son.
Yes, a boy.
Your name will be Pablo.
It's an internal hemorrhage.
We haven't got the equipment here to help.
We've done our best,
but if he isn't operated on within 6 hours, he may die.
There's internal hemorrhage.
Notify the ER.
Let us take care of him, OK?
He's going to the ER. We need your details.
I'm Malena de Luca. That's my brother.
We came from Barcelona because my father's dying.
He's here!
Let go! He's going to kill my brother!
Pablo! Pablo!
Let me go! Shit!
Pablo! He's going to kill my brother!
Take it easy. You don't want us to call the police, do you?
Doctor, he's going to kill my brother.
Calm down, Malena, please.
The doctor isn't pressing charges.
Why not tell me what happened?
My father... I don't know how he can still be alive...
Excuse me, but you didn't get my message, did you?
After you left, your father's brain activity shot up.
He's in a coma, of course, but his brain's active.
I'm telling you that we didn't disconnect your father yet.
He's alive!
The son-of-a-bitch... The son-of-a-bitch!
Calm down, Malena. You have to think of your brother.
That's what I'm doing!
Please let me go. He's going to kill him.
Pablo, do you understand?
What is it now?
How can anyone hate like that?
And hurt another human being without feeling remorse?
What do you mean?
I'm talking about the torture, the diary...
the photographs of you with my father.
Let me go.
I said let me go! Let me go!
More compresses.
Is he stable?
It looks like he's responding.
The doctor told me not to call the police,
but to keep you here for the moment.
I'm better now.
I need some coffee, please.
One, two, three...
One, two, three...
Third discharge. One, two, three...
He's gone.
No, I was awake.
Yes, I know I said we'd take a plane this week but...
Pablo can't talk. He's...
Mom, hold on.
I want to read you something.
"Manuel Leonardi
was a writer and journalist.
He wrote stories.
His wife Amalia...
studied fine art but quit her studies when she became pregnant
with her first child.
The last thing Amalia painted was her daughter's bedroom.
She painted it blue with colored fish."
Her daughter's name was Andrea.
A beautiful name, isn't it?
Nothing to say?
No, not now.
We'll talk again later, okay?
Excuse me...
My brother?
- What's the matter? - Where is he?
Tell me what's wrong.
I talked to the doctor and he told me everything was okay
and he was stable in a coma.
Was his condition serious?
I haven't been told anything about a transfer.
Shit, Malena.
- What's the matter? - Son-of-a-bitch!
You son-of-a-bitch.
What is it?
I feel fucking fine.
What day is it today?
September 10.
2001, right?
I mean I didn't sleep til 2007 or anything, did l?
You were out for 2 weeks.
You know what?
I have a feeling things are going to get better from now on.
Shit, this is the 21st century.
We can learn from what we did wrong in the 20th.
Starting tomorrow, the world will be a better place.
Trust me and you'll see.
there's something I haven't told you that you should know.