Eva Doesn't Sleep
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That b*tch.
That female made fools of us for 25 years.
But the party is over.
She's mine now.
Mine.
One woman.
Me.
A red-blooded Argentinean.
Me...
the nation's hero.
Me.
It took me 25 years...
to get hold of...
a woman.
Yes.
Just one woman.
A woman who was already...
Dead.
EVA DOESN'T SLEEP
That b*tch...
unleashed chaos.
For that female...
savages invaded our beautiful capital.
Dirty laborers...
Indians from Patagonia...
toothless peasants...
street sweepers, cleaners...
tramps.
They even invited the whores.
That b*tch's voice...
is a plague.
Once again...
Once again, my dear comrades,
foreign capitalism
and it's oligarchic servants...
Foreign capitalism...
Foreign capitalism
and it's oligarchic and submissive servants
have learned
that no force can break a people
that stands up for it's rights!
Dead.
That b*tch...
managed to die at 33...
just like our Lord Jesus Christ.
The president's secretary of information
regrets to inform the Argentinean people
that at 8:
25 p.m. this evening,the nation lost Eva Pern,
it's spiritual leader.
Esther.
Esther!
- She's awake!
- What?
I'm helping.
Come here, I tell you.
- She's awake!
- That's enough.
Really. Come and see.
Come and see what?
She's moving.
Hurry! Come on!
- Come on!
- Stop it!
- Come on!
- I'm coming.
I can't see anything.
That's dangerous, seorita.
It's steamed up.
- I don't see anything.
- No.
I just added a preservative gas.
Can I see her?
No.
You could cause permanent damage.
But I haven't seen her.
Everyone.
So what took you so long?
THE EMBALMER.
The cranial cavities
give you eyes
that are deep-set but prominent.
The maxillary prognathism...
stops you from closing your mouth.
It's a movement you can't control.
You seem to be fighting...
to hide the pain.
Where exactly...
is this pain?
This violence...
around the jugular.
This whorish expression.
We'll take away the pain...
and leave the smile.
We'll get rid of
the country-girl resentment...
in the superciliary arch.
God is just.
God... is... just.
16 June 1955.
God is just.
The nation's provisional president,
General Pedro Aramburu,
"has decreed."
It is prohibited to show photographs,
portraits or sculptures
of Peronist officials,
their wives, friends or families.
Saying the former president's name
is prohibited.
Saying his late wife's name is prohibited.
Ready for eternity.
I've finished.
Is anyone there?
If Evita was alive, shed fight.
They've all left, doctor.
Do you want to see her? She's almost ready.
I did it for you.
All right.
Do you see her?
Yes.
She's beautiful.
I knew it.
You're a genius.
Can I embrace you?
Excuse me?
Thank you.
That pagan idol
upstaged God.
But the punishment came from above.
We, the glorious troops of the navy...
we removed all traces of immorality.
But we made one mistake.
Just one.
One fatal mistake.
We never destroyed her body.
Her damned woman's body.
THE TRANSPORTER:
Orpheus to Cerberus, over.
I hear you, Orpheus.
Consignment received?
Over.
Affirmative. Over.
Consignment identified? Over.
Affirmative. Over.
Are you alone?
Over.
The navy has taken over the CGT.
Over.
Can anyone else hear me?
Over.
Nobody. Over.
Leave. Right now.
Quietly.
Over.
I'm out. Over.
Drive towards
army intelligence headquarters.
You might be followed.
There are civilian brigades
that want to steal the consignment.
Don't trust anyone,
especially laborers,
rail workers, unionists,
women, journalists and children in general.
We've appointed a soldier to guard you.
He's at the barracks.
He must not find out
what you're transporting.
Understood?
Over.
Understood. Over.
General Aramburu does not want witnesses.
If anyone finds out about the consignment,
whoever it is, destroy them.
Understood. Over.
Over and out.
Evening, Colonel.
Private Robles at your service.
Get in the back.
How old are you?
Twenty, Colonel.
OCCUPIED FACTORY
Cerberus to Orpheus. Over.
RUSSIANS AND YANKS ACCEPT DICTATORS
WE DO NO Come up here.
Get out.
I hear you, Cerberus. Over.
State your current position. Over.
I don't know my exact location.
I estimate we're half way. Over.
Is the consignment damaged? Over.
The consignment...
has been badly treated.
Over.
It must be in good condition
to present to Monsignor.
Make sure of it, Orpheus.
Over and out.
What's that?
- It was down there.
- Down where'?
On the ground.
On the ground where?
On the ground.
How did it get there?
Someone put it there.
Who?
Someone.
Did you see anyone?
Nobody, Colonel.
They're here.
Who?
Those savages.
They know.
Know what?
- What do you know?
- Me? About what?
I ask the questions.
Sorry, Colonel.
- Take the wheel.
- I'm driving?
We're going back. To find a shop.
- A shop?
- With womens clothing.
Everything's closed, Colonel.
Did you train as a soldier?
Yes.
Where did you study?
Belgrano military school.
God, the nation, science and sport.
what did you learn?
Everything. Everything?
Yes.
What's the first lesson?
Obedience.
Exactly.
The shop, Colonel.
Come back here.
Don't move. Don't touch.
If you hear someone coming, kill them.
What if it's you?
I'll yell. You get out. I get in.
- Understood?
- Understood, Colonel.
Robles!
Robles, get out!
Robles!
What happened?
Did you know?
Calm clown.
Breathe.
You've never seen a corpse?
It isn't a corpse.
It's her.
I'll tell you the truth.
I shouldn't say this.
It's a state secret.
Can I count on your absolute discretion?
Of course.
Do you swear?
Yes, Colonel. Silent as the grave.
I train the Argentinean army
on new methods of warfare.
We were interrogating a trade unionist.
She died on us.
Yesterday. That's her.
No.
It's Evita.
Bottoms up.
Yes, sir.
- Bottoms up.
- Yes, sir.
Bottoms up!
Another one?
Over there...
in 200 meters, there's a port.
If I order you to sail to Uruguay right now,
do you obey?
Yes, sir.
If I order you to leave and never come back.
- Never?
- Do you obey or not?
Yes, sir.
If I order you to forget what you saw?
No.
No?
No.
Are you disobeying me?
No, sir.
Memory.
You're not as stupid as you look!
Stupid idiot!
What if she gets up?
I don't understand why her skin is blue.
Did they paint her?
What do you think? Hmm?
Maybe...
Maybe?
Yes.
You haven't seen her.
The blue skin!
The blue skin!
You haven't seen her!
You weren't going to look?
Look at her.
What are you trying to do?
Nothing, sir.
Who are you?
Nobody, sir.
But I want to be like you.
Like me?
Like me!
Look at me!
Hanoi.
'47.
Phu Tong Hoe.
'48.
Dien Bien Phu.
February '54.
Kids in my neighborhood.
Tell me.
You ever kill anyone?
No, sir.
Ever f*** anyone?
Have you or not?
Not even once?
Once.
With a whore?
It doesn't matter, they're all whores!
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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