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that it made it clear to me.

You know...

I don't know

what's happening to me.

But I think it's better

if we stay together.

- WoJesus?

- Just a minute.

- I need you to help me.

- Just a minute.

Hurry, honey,

we'll be late.

Who are you, little one?

A god?

You're so good to me.

WoI don't understand why

I can't zip up this dress,

it's the same one I wore

at last year's dance.

I'm almost done.

How could I change so much

in such a short time?

Remember this?

If I remember?

# No, I can't accept it's all over #

# That life set us apart... #

If I remember?

I always think about

the first time I saw you,

how I thought you would never

pay attention to me.

I felt like

such a nobody that...

That's what architects

call "vectors. "

It's the little things that support

the big things.

- How are they supported?

- The fact is that the pillars...

- Teacher, can you see...?

- In a minute, Manuel.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- Money and love.

Cheers.

- What's wrong?

- Eh?

- Is something wrong?

- No, I'll be right back.

- Where are you going?

- I'll get something to drink.

It's the heat.

It happens to me all the time.

- Is it better?

- Yeah.

Every time I drink,

I have to pee.

...since I was a kid.

What a decadent party, damn it.

Let's see, let's see...

f*** this.

Look at what they've done here.

It must have been

an Argentinean gate crasher

or some Peruvian on the loose.

Motherf***er.

I'm working my ass off

all year for a party...

Let's go.

Nine... eight... seven...

six... five...

four... three...

two... one...

It's been a pleasure,

an honor for Radio Dla...

to bring to your home,

the classic remote broadcast

of the yearly

Tigers Club Party.

Always thinking of you,

and wishing that

all your dreams come true

and that all those goals

you have set

reach the happiest of results

through the purest of roads.

Here, in this booth at HTLM

we feel honored,

overwhelmed...

Yes, why not?

Overwhelmed with joy

to be able to serve you,

to answer your calls.

Mrs. Lorenza from La Colonia

los Jardines de la Luz

sends warmest regards

to all the family

and wishes happy times

for everyone.

Mrs. Lupita Raquel

sends us a wish

of glory to God in heaven

and peace on earth

for the people of goodwill.

- How beautiful...

- We're dead...

Happy New Year.

Tell me where it is or my uncle

won't leave me alone.

What is it exactly...

this thing?

What the f*** does

the old man want it for?

He never told you?

You all think I'm stupid,

don't you?

He thinks that will help him

to extend his life.

That f***er does nothing

but sh*t and piss all day,

and he wants to live longer?

Leave me alone.

Do whatever you have to do,

but leave me alone.

Of course, sir.

I will leave you, when...

and if...

it pleases me.

Get it?

Get up.

Get up.

F***!

F***!

How quiet.

All this blood, my God.

All this blood is mine.

I'm dying.

How weird.

Everything is upside down

and I'm dying...

alone.

Alone.

Don't let me die today.

Oh, it hurts so bad.

I can resist a lot longer...

a lot longer.

Oh, Aurora.

Great, Tito.

Great.

The forehead is coming out perfect.

Like nothing ever happened.

- It's your best work.

- You bet.

It has its secrets.

Here I'm giving form...

texture...

I'm giving it color...

They think I'm a f***ing artist.

Yeah...

but don't work on it too hard,

we're going to cremate him.

What?

Motherf***er,

what do you mean "cremate him"?

You should have told me. I wouldn't

have dolled him up, f***er.

God, rest in peace.

It seems no one

respects my work here.

Why don't they tell me?

You, why didn't you tell me?

- Huh?

- The widow changed her mind.

It seems the guy didn't have

anything prepared.

No tomb, no grave, nothing.

They're all the same.

Eternal, the f***ers.

Plastic surgery and you:

Plastic surgery,

contrary to-

F***.

- Yes, Uncle.

- Get up here immediately.

Stupid-motherf***er-cocksucking

son-of-a-b*tch

a**hole-pendejo.

- I want to know what happened.

- I'll be right there.

Sh*t.

I can't blow this.

I didn't touch him,

the car skidded.

- Went off the cliff.

- You imbecile!

Uncle...

What about his heart?

What about it?

Did you hurt it

in any way?

I told you

I didn't touch him!

His car skidded,

it went off the cliff...

Did you check his heart?

It wasn't beating.

Did anything

accidentally pierce it?

What's the difference?

He's dead.

It makes all the difference,

all the difference!

Oh, you clumsy beast.

You can't do anything right.

After all these years I thought

there might be hope for you.

But you're useless, useless.

You probably ruined

the whole thing by now.

How can somebody be

deader than dead?

You know nothing about dying.

I don't understand.

No, you don't understand.

And you'll remain that way.

But there is one last thing

you still have to do,

and you better do it right

because I'm not going to rest till

I have what is rightfully mine.

And neither are you.

Look at you...

Was the wake fun?

You're not going

to heaven like that, right?

Naked...

kisses everywhere,

they'll know you were out

f***ing around.

Come on, compadre.

...15 minutes ago.

Come in, this is your house.

Tito,

Mr. de la Guardia is...

was a friend of the deceased.

He wants to see the body...

one last time.

Sure,

medium or well done?

Ohh...

Hello?

Yeah?

Mercedes...

That's for me?

Dear Mercedes...

I write this lines

with great difficulty.

I want you to know that...

somehow,

someway,

I'm still alive.

And it hurts me to be alive.

The thirst is burning me,

and I feel indifferent

about everything...

the day...

this house...

and you.

Aurora is staying with you,

she...

will leave you this letter.

By the time you read it...

I would have been gone to settle

some kind of date,

an unfinished business.

Since I lost everything,

at least I want to understand why.

Just today

I realize how much I miss you.

I hope to see you

when I come back,

and that you want to see me

no matter in what

kind of shape I am.

Loves you...

Jesus.

Aurora...

My God,

what are you doing here?

I told you not to come.

Put that away.

Don't you see

they could kill us?

Don't you see we're in danger?

It works?

I knew you would return.

If you're looking

for the missing pages,

you're wasting your time.

I ate them.

Best meal I've had

in years.

You talk about eternity,

look at me, look at my skin.

It's decomposing,

it's falling off piece by piece.

Peel it off.

What are you talking about?

Peel it off.

Look.

What's happening to me?

You've been reborn.

What the f*** is it now,

you dried up old prune?

What's this,

why the new skin?

And don't answer in riddles.

You talk about insects,

alchemists, artifacts.

But what is it that I need?

Blood.

Human?

Of course.

You can't gain eternity

with a cow or a pig.

I can destroy the artifact,

pulverize it.

As you wish.

If the device goes,

you go.

But...

we can share...

- eternity.

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