Eva Doesn't Sleep Page #2

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That's why we love them.

What I've never done...

I've never slept with a woman.

I never met a woman

I could lie down and sleep next to.

God will provide.

God will provide.

F***ing gringo bastard.

Surprise!

That woman's body...

was beautiful in death.

Her body...

turned us into wild animals.

It drove us crazy.

It made us delirious.

So we sent her far away.

But suddenly...

13 years later...

Thirteen.

Once again...

we, the heroic battalions...

we crushed the uprising.

But that b*tch...

THE DICTATOR:

The watch.

I'll do it. Careful, the clasp breaks.

General...

you are being held

by Peronist revolutionaries.

You're being put on trial.

You're accused of the Plaza de Mayo bombing,

which left 400 dead and 800 wounded.

You're accused

of having 27 Argentineans shot dead.

You're accused of dismantling unions,

"abolishing the Peronists'" social gains

and selling off the country.

Who sent you?

The people.

The people.

Do you know what you're getting into?

Don't talk clown to me.

By now, the Armed Forces

will be out looking for me.

Just answer the charges please, General.

Very well.

We started a revolution.

All revolutionaries

shoot counter-revolutionaries.

What kind of trial is this?

Who's judging me? You?

Did the people call you up and ask you to?

Were you voted in?

Were you?

No.

Some people take power at the urns

but they end up by becoming tyrants.

Some men, like me, believe in democracy,

but take up arms to defend the republic.

Kid...

it was the only way.

We had to modernize the economy.

We scaled back the government.

Social welfare had become a cancer.

We got military support from the US

and we got Argentina into the IMF.

These are complex issues.

We could discuss them over coffee...

but not like this.

Anything else?

No.

I fell asleep.

What time is it?

Is there coffee?

Sugar?

Yes.

Who are you?

Esther.

You're not like them.

You're from a good family.

You don't look like a Peronist.

You're not a Peronist.

Even worse. I'm a Communist.

In 1955, they were with us.

What went wrong?

General, it's been decided.

They're shooting you.

What the hell is going on here?

Are you here to soften me up?

Can anything be done?

The people you killed won't wake up.

What you did can't be undone.

Tell me, what do they want?

Money?

Weapons'?

I'll sign whatever they want, I don't care.

Times have changed.

The country changed. I've changed.

We all know things are very different now.

Where's Evita?

I'm honor bound not to tell you that secret.

I can tell you one thing.

You were a girl when that woman... died.

She had become a symbol...

a dangerous one.

We couldn't bury her just anywhere.

I was the first to face this problem.

Others have faced it since.

I saw Che's hands in formaldehyde

when they identified his fingerprints.

They out Lumumba into pieces...

General, this isn't a history lesson.

Tell them where Evita is.

They wanted to destroy the body.

And I refused.

I wanted a Christian burial.

Where?

General, they'll kill you.

Tell me where Evita is.

Where is she?

Well, then, like your friend said:

Let the dead bury thew own dead.

Wait. Come back. Come back!

Come back, you b*tch!

In breaking news,

the police have received a statement

from the terrorist group

claiming to have kidnapped General Aramburu.

LV10 has exclusive coverage

"of the entire message for listeners."

"To the people of the nation."

Today, at 0700 hours,

General Aramburu was executed.

May God have mercy on his soul.

The accused's remains

will be given to his family

"once the body of Comrade Evita

has been returned to the people."

The Apostolic Nuncio, Monsignor Cornicelli,

condemned the terrorist attack.

According to our sources,

the entire government has resigned.

More information in the evening news.

Back to the afternoon romances on LV10,

the voice of freedom.

Killers deserve to die.

But if you kill 27 people...

If you kill 400 people...

You bomb your country...

what do we do?

Tell me what we do?

Is there a problem?

No. He wants to talk.

Talk.

Could you turn that off?

I don't know.

I never knew where the body was.

If you don't know...

who does?

Nobody.

Nobody knows all the details.

Nobody knows all the details.

Nobody knows.

They only know parts.

Whoever buried her knows where she is.

The Vatican...

was always...

- very involved.

- Evita is at the Vatican?

Yes.

In a cemetery?

- Yes.

- Where?

Impossible to know.

The bishop and the agent

who transported the body

don't know where the grave is.

The nun who prepared the grave

didn't know who actually died.

Only the Holy Father knew the whole truth.

Sadly, he died.

There must be witnesses!

- No.

- No?

- All killed...

- And the nun's name?

The nun.

I don't know.

- You don't know her name?

- No.

Someone must know it!

- I f***ing don't!

- Calm down!

Calm down!

Let's calm down.

You don't want one?

You want the phone?

Yes.

Fatty!

Come on.

Come on.

Army intelligence service.

Seorita, extension 66.

Who's calling?

It's confidential.

I'm sorry, I can't connect you

if you don't give me a name, Mr...

Code 327. 3-2-7.

3-2-7. 327.

327.

Hi, princess. Are you home?

It's Aramburu.

Nice to meet you, I'm Elvis.

You're a son of a b*tch, brother.

Shut up, Cerberus!

Are you listening, Cerberus?

I left a sealed envelope

to be opened if I died.

General...

That's what I did.

Of course. I understand.

In the envelope

is the name of an Italian nun.

In the envelope

is the name of an Italian nun.

I didn't read it. I gave it to my superior.

Put me through.

But he's in discussions with Pern-

Put me through.

Right now. That's an order.

Get a name, a date, a place, anything.

Hello.

I'm sorry, General.

Here, they're telling me you're dead.

What did he say?

What did he say?

This is a meeting of dead people.

I know it, but you don't realize.

What comes after me is much worse.

You don't know what terror is.

They'll kill you like the Algerians-

in silence.

They'll make you eat your own sh*t.

They'll rip out your eyelids.

They'll rape your pregnant wives.

There'll be nothing left of you.

Nothing.

Not even your bodies.

Where do you get these ideas?

They're not ideas, dear.

They're techniques.

You have nothing to say?

Nothing?

God is just.

That b*tch came back.

EVITA IS BACK:

That female came back to Argentina...

22 years after her death.

But this time we brought her back.

We did.

There was no other way.

The savages insisted on it.

We welcomed her like a queen.

What a performance!

We took her to the presidential palace...

as if she was back in power.

But now...

power...

Power is mine.

I am the defender

of Western Christian civilization.

I am neither the first nor the last.

In 1976...

I took power.

I buried that woman...

once and for all...

at night...

under six meters of concrete.

I took charge of cleaning up.

The extermination of the savages.

But this war...

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