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of the cast nearly drove me mad.

You itch everywhere.

I don't feel anything.

Not even pain?

Must be because of the anesthesia.

Because it should hurt and itch.

You don't feel it, but it hurts.

God damn you!

Look where you're going.

You can have a look.

Do you want to?

No, I don't want to see him.

- Miss Agueda!

- What is it?

Don't his legs have to itch?

Yes, doctor Kildare, yes.

Mostly... I mean...

With this you'll dream

about Charlie's Angels.

Smooth as silk. I'm the oldest angel,

because I'm the queen of shots.

Did it hurt? No it didn't.

Now you'll sleep like a baby.

A sign of the times?

Nobody's responsible.

Nobody has come for a week.

Not even to ask if he's still alive.

I got a letter from my son.

Well, his mother did.

He and his friend

are going to Canada.

- To live?

- To try.

Do you know that

nobody likes us? Anywhere.

I also get letters.

From Mexico, Caracas, Paris, Madrid.

Friends of mine.

Things are difficult everywhere.

What a consolation!

I'm not trying to comfort you.

I'm not well either.

I take Valium to get calm

and amphetamines to stir myself up.

I forbid you.

What an idea. What are you doing?

Do you want to make people talk?

You know what I found out?

Nobody sees anything.

We don't even see ourselves.

We're 28 million blind people.

I can't go on.

It's not worth it.

You're torturing me for nothing.

Don't be ungrateful.

Nobody asked your opinion, anyway.

I don't know if I want to live.

You're in our hands, boy.

And nobody's coming to the rescue.

Please! Give me an injection.

Yes, it's coming.

What's wrong? Does it hurt?

- I'll die all the same.

- Will you?

- I know I'll die.

- And why will you?

Because I don't want to be a cripple.

Know something?

Apart from the shot,

I'll sock you if you don't quit it.

Please, get me out of here!

A little patience, darn it!

Why don't you kill me?

Your family would

sue me for murder.

Who cares about me?

What d'you mean? Your girl, and your

sister?

Every time your girl

and your sister come, you're asleep.

Do they come?

Has my sister had her baby?

It's a lie. Nobody comes.

I've been here 100 years,

and I can't put up with it anymore.

He thinks he's been abandoned.

That nobody comes to see him.

It's warm. Is winter over?

Don't make calculations.

We have all life before us.

We have reached the government

with clean hands and no compromises.

I will show also

the clarity of my purposes...

as my interest is to

comply with my mission.

I pledge my dignity and my pride...

as an Argentine soldier.

On duty?

No. It was too hot at home.

I'll keep this in the ice chest until

I find someone to toast with.

Maybe I already have.

Got two cups?

I'll go and see.

Well? Do we get drunk now

or shall we wait until midnight?

I'm really thirsty.

What are we going to toast for?

The world, the country, or just us?

We'll toast for some peace.

I'm taking champagne

that was meant for others.

Well, let's toast for them.

For Carlos, Juan, Delia, Agueda

and all men and women of goodwill.

Was it so hot at home?

Was that really the reason?

You don't think it's enough?

That a small fan can help you breathe?

I came just as you did, Agueda.

To toast for a better year.

For a better life.

A shared life.

And I couldn't find anybody.

Who did you look for?

He has a right to sleep.

He's a great man, Delia.

Perhaps a small great man.

Better than most I know.

I'm happy to have met him

and to work at his side.

Of course he won't

make the Nobel prize.

He won't even get a tin medal.

He doesn't know how to

show himself.

Or how to climb.

He fills in places left by others.

He's a silent worker.

He asks for no other reward than life.

It's curious. That someone so fair

should not be understood.

Nobody does.

His wife, his son,

his colleagues... not even you.

I toast for him.

Toast for him, you idiot.

- Hello doctor.

- Good morning, how're things?

Does that menu come

with instructions?

I'm on a standstill strike.

- Give me that.

- No, you keep out, doctor.

Hey, Gladys! What are you doing

on Saturday night?

You know how they call me?

The Buenos Aires Travolta.

Take off my casts and I'll show you.

Don't get me involved

because I'm a serious doctor.

Will I have a woman

in 100 years time?

For the moment you'll

have mashed potatoes...

the best thing for a newly born.

Why d'you waste time on me?

There's one doctor in each floor and

hundreds waiting for one of us to die.

There's only one cook for the

whole hospital...

who does nothing but complain.

Who do you want to care for you?

Will you run 1.000 meters

with me after lunch?

You get ready for tomorrow's

exercises. Just wait and see.

You won't feel like dreaming

about sex after that.

My old man hated to talk about sex.

The day I was seventeen he took me

for a walk. He was nervous.

He started to beat around it...

until he finally spoke

about the dangers of sex.

Adam and the danger of eating the apple.

Now I think about the apple and I go mad.

Keep calm.

You can't do anything for now.

That day my father stuck

his hand in his pocket...

took out a rubber, and asked me

if I knew what it was.

At that time I had already

banged dozens of women.

From 13 to 17, a girl

a day, do the math.

Don't brag.

- Do you have children?

- Yes.

And have you talked

about the dangers of sex?

I think the only danger

is not getting any.

What other danger could there be?

I think a lot about sex. Now too.

Here, in this bed.

And I also think about death.

A lot.

In my death, of course.

Now it's true. I can't take it anymore.

I'm going to be here my whole life.

And if it's not my life it'll be years.

And I'll be crippled.

Help me die, please.

I won't be able to live alone.

Nobody cares for me.

Nobody comes to see me.

Nobody.

I've lost everyone, because they got tired.

You don't dare lie to me anymore.

- Nobody comes.

- No, son.

And why do you do all this?

Because it's my duty.

I let you go, doctor.

Inyect me me with something.

Something that kills me.

I don't want to be a cripple.

I can't take this anymore.

I can't take it.

I did all I could.

But now I can't go on. I can't.

- Excuse me.

- What is it? I'm coming!

What can I do for you?

You come for a donation?

What is it now?

The Scoundrels' Big Dance?

Or one of the incompetent crooks?

- I don't understand.

- You don't understand?

- Donation's are a free service here.

- How's that?

There are no free services here,

that's what I mean.

What did you come for?

He's dead. He kicked the bucket.

No.

Then what do you want? Money to buy

the medicine he's not getting?

Or to buy him a coffin

for when he dies? Or flowers?

You know how many repairs

I've had this month so far?

- No, I don't.

- None.

No repairs. How do you like that?

I've been banging the tools

against the walls.

I don't know. Either cars don't

break down or people prefer to walk.

You know why cars

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