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He wants to live.

That's what we all want.

We can't just leave him

there on a stretcher.

Ventura, we must be practical.

There's no sense in being

utopical nowadays.

Who were in the consulting team?

Perrone, Brunetti, Calvo and myself.

I think we're competent enough.

I'm not judging...

Ferrero thinks exactly the same.

A lost case, man.

The death certificate

has not been signed yet.

He still breathes...

We're getting cynical.

What's happening to us?

To me? To you!

What's wrong with you man?

Ventura, damn it!

Do you want him?

He's all yours, my friend, all yours.

What bad luck!

It's your fate!

I am alone.

I can't count on Marcelo.

I don't know what I'll do.

Andrea, you'll come

to see him everyday.

You must look after him,

Andreita, I beg you.

- You too, Luis?

- Yes, of course, Susana.

Why did I want to be pregnant?

Don't say that.

Why? Why? I've been carrying

this for ages. It weighs a ton.

You say that because you're afraid.

Some news! Of course

I'm afraid. You know for how long?

Any news?

Yes, we were expecting you

for a toast.

Don't be an idiot.

You want the world to stop because

your brother's had an accident?

We've got to carry on living.

The boy's parents?

He has no parents.

- Any relative?

- His sister.

If you ask for it,

I can take the case...

and I would really try.

Are there any hopes?

Why lose them?

Excuse me. We're not rich.

This is a State hospital.

State hospital but

not everything's free.

Excuse me, doctor, I know.

The problems come aftervards.

I know it well.

Will he be a cripple?

If lucky. He can also die.

But we've got to try, don't you think?

Yes, of course.

Whom do we have to ask?

The Director of the hospital,

doctor Ricardo Patio.

- You write.

- Ricardo Patio.

Why such a fuss, if we can

go right ahead and ask.

This hospital is run by

bureaucracy, like everything else.

Bring the note early tomorrow.

But doctor, he can die meanwhile.

Don't worry, I'll skip

professional ethics meanwhile.

And I'll start work at once. Right?

Thank you.

Doctor, how do you know

he'll want to live like that?

What do you mean?

That he can remain alive...

and dead at the same time.

Ok. At least you know what you want.

And what you don't want.

And you? What do you specialize in?

I am a general physician.

You don't specialize in anything?

You're not even a surgeon?

Please, I want my brother alive.

We have nothing to lose.

So do I. I just don't want him

to be experimented with.

Andrea, what are you talking about?

Are you his wife? Are you deciding?

I want the doctor...

Ventura.

To do whatever is necessary

to keep my brother alive.

How are you doing, Professor?

Better than half of mankind,

and worse than the other half.

You are tired.

I'm never tired. I resist like nylon.

But I could do with a leave.

Hemorrhage is what's urgent.

The rest can wait.

But those splinters

pressing his lungs...

D'you think that Prado?

Prado won't waste his time

without some benefit.

You don't think highly of him.

We old professors know too much.

You'll need the help of people

not distorted by the profession.

We have some young doctors

dying to get experience.

Here you've got to cut, join together,

nail, and do a lot of work.

You'll need help.

Can we leave him here, professor?

You're asking me?

Since about an hour ago

I'm an intruder in this hospital.

It's tough to leave home.

And this has been my home.

When they took the Directorship

from me they expected me to resign.

I swallowed my pride

and I didn't resign.

Maybe I was too proud.

I wanted them to dismiss me.

But... why?

Because I use lenses

and I see too much.

Two eyes are dangerous,

imagine what you can see with four.

To survive here you mustn't see...

you must remain in a corner...

and keep saying "Yes, sir; yes, sir..."

I walk, I listen, I see, and I also think...

thereby I'm dangerous.

I'm undesirable.

So today, after thirty years...

I was politely told to go.

Nothing to be sorry about.

One must choose a way

and make it. Or leave.

But if one decides to stay,

it is a must to make headway.

One way or another.

You'll have to learn to be sly

to get places.

And really go for it.

Do it carefully.

Don't let them get wise.

Already in bed?

What did you expect?

All your cousins and their

kids were here.

Some doctors and...

But why did you get into bed so early?

Because we got tired of dancing.

Were there any drinks left?

There wasn't much. There's never

much of anything in this house.

Everybody thought

it was wonderful...

...that you would work

on a day like this.

We'll try to sleep now.

What do you think?

You won't be able to sleep.

And neither will I.

You just want me to shut up.

You guessed.

Give me that

as a present, if only for today.

Have you got a cigarette?

Don't smoke now.

You know I hate the smell.

I'll go to the other end of the castle.

Roberto's asleep.

I'll go to the bathroom.

Take a Valium.

And if I take a bottle of cyanide?

Pity not having any.

Can't you get something for me

at the hospital? I need to work.

What for? To be together

24 hours a day?

I can't live tied to the TV.

I need to work.

Do it. I don't force you

to live by the TV.

I feel that I'm nothing.

But really nothing.

Am I to blame?

Don't pretend you're Einstein.

What are you, anyway?

A poor guy with a degree

and a miserable salary.

I do my part in this

20 year old contract.

I do mine.

You see, we've got nothing

against each other.

You don't even make

a truce on a day like this.

As if death solved anything.

Did he tell you he was leaving?

I'd feel better if you

took these dollars.

I don't need them, Dad.

I'm going to a friend's.

Don't get illusioned.

Frustrations are terrible.

Let him have them.

He wouldn't go if he had no hopes.

- I don't want him to suffer

- Neither do I.

Please go. I don't like farewells.

What can I say?

Have a good trip.

That's all.

Look after yourself.

Retractors.

What would the sledgehammer be,

without a quarry...

A mix up of strings and tendons...

Ajumble of flesh and wood...

An instrument without

better brilliance...

Scissors.

Than tiny lights set up for a stage...

What would it be, my heart,

what would it be...

Hurry up, boys.

What would the sledgehammer be,

without a quarry...

He is hypertensive.

Afigurehead for the

traitor of applause...

One who serves the past

in new cups...

A perpetuator of

the gods of decline...

Scalpel.

A rejoicing boiled with

rag and spangle.

What would it be, my heart,

what would it be...

What would the sledgehammer be,

without a quarry...

What would it be, my heart,

what would it be...

What would the sledgehammer be,

without a quarry...

There's always a first time.

Easy, doctor. It's over.

It's already over.

Not yet. This is only the beginning.

Would you like a strong drink?

You could be friendlier, Carlos.

Even though he's

twenty years younger than you.

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