La cordillera Page #6

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Is she better than yesterday?

Yes, she's better.

I think that's enough, don't you?

It is.

Thank you very much, Doctor.

I trust you'll be discreet.

Absolutely, don't worry.

It's unbearably hot in this hotel!

They're sending someone.

- What are you talking about?

- The Yankees.

Washington D. C.

are sending a guy over.

Here, to the summit?

No, to Santiago.

What do they want?

To negotiate.

Are you sure the Mexican

didn't tell you anything?

To negotiate what, and with whom?

That's what's interesting.

They want to speak with you.

As far as I know,

they're not meeting anyone else,

but they want to force matters,

to join at any cost.

The Mexicans are with them.

They can have Peru

and Venezuela in a flash.

But it's you they want.

- As a playoff.

- Of course.

What if Brazil finds out?

If Brazil finds out...

They'll be scared.

Very.

- And they'll want to negotiate.

- Exactly.

Set it up.

Set up this meeting.

Mr. President,

do you believe in evil?

What kind of a question is that?

It's a question.

Do you believe that

good and bad exist?

If I didn't believe in good and bad,

could I be involved in politics?

I don't know.

For almost 15 years,

I've been trying to understand

how politicians determine our fates

from their position of power.

It's the first time I ask this question,

because I realized

that in most cases,

politicians have a concept

of good and bad

that is different

from that of other citizens.

It's as if...

as if they could manipulate them.

As if their duty weren't

to choose between them,

but instead...

to employ them

in the most useful way.

It's the first time

I've been asked this.

And how would you answer?

Evil exists, miss Klein.

And one doesn't become president

without having seen it,

a couple of times, at least.

And not just in others.

I'm going to tell you something.

Once, when I was 4 or 5 years old,

I had a dream.

I saw a kind of red fox, with horns,

and he attacked me.

I woke up very scared, crying.

I ran to tell my grandfather.

My grandfather used to tell me stories

about ghosts and monsters,

that kind of thing.

They scared me.

Although, deep down, I knew

they were lies, I liked to believe.

But, when I told him my dream,

my grandfather told me

that the fox I had seen

was the devil.

"The what?", I said.

"The devil."

It was the first time

I had heard that word.

I said:
"What is the devil?"

He said:

"A very bad man, who lives in hell."

"Where?"

"In hell", he said.

He they way he spoke was different

from when he told me his stories.

He told me not to tell anyone.

He said:
"It must be a secret."

I felt so scared.

This wasn't one

of my grandfather's stories, this was...

real.

It was hell...

and it was right there.

For over one year,

each time

I went to bed at night,

I feared that if I went to sleep,

the fox would come back...

and attack me again.

And did he come back?

A few times.

Mr. President,

it's an honor to meet you.

I'm Derek McKinley, civil servant

at the U. S. Department of State.

Take a seat, please.

Hello.

Thank you.

First of all,

I apologize, on behalf of myself

and the President...

Sorry.

Five.

Well?

It's what we thought.

They want to join.

How?

With their companies.

They're offering us priority

in the oil prospecting.

They want to join, at any cost.

Anything else?

Nothing else.

Hello, Mr. Wagner.

Yes, I can hear you perfectly.

The president had a meeting

outside the summit.

It wasn't on the schedule.

Excuse me,

can we stop for a minute?

Stop here, please.

I'm losing the signal.

Goddammit!

It worked.

What did?

The Brazilians.

They want to meet now.

Oliveira?

No, without Oliveira,

but it's the same thing.

Congratulations.

I think I can negotiate

the permanent headquarters

of the Alliance,

the first 4 years of presidency,

and part of the initial oil prospecting.

Let's wait a little.

No, sorry, we can't wait.

We wait a little, Gallego.

What's going on, Hernn?

Cancel the meeting.

Cancel it.

Now.

I'll go on alone.

- Has something happened?

- Yes.

- Bad news?

- Yes.

Camao is in intensive care.

They think he had a stroke.

He fainted in the street.

A clot in the left carotid artery.

All of his brain tissue is damaged.

- Does Marina know?

- Yes.

She's in a state,

doesn't want to talk to anyone.

She wanted to go

straight to the airport.

I did what I could to stop her.

Listen.

You'll have to go there.

We need this photo.

He's the father

of your grandchildren.

He's going to die?

Most probably.

I'm going to speak to her.

When did it happen?

A few hours ago,

while you were at the meeting.

- You left her alone?

- She really wants to leave.

- Why didn't you call?

- We can't get near her.

She mustn't be alone.

What do you want to do?

I'm going.

I want to go, let me go.

My love...

I'm so sorry my darling.

Why did you have to do it this way?

How did I not see it?

- See what?

- That this would happen.

- What are you talking about?

- Esteban, my husband.

You all know what I'm talking about.

You're all accomplices to this murder.

Murder?

What are you talking about?

Wasn't it easier to buy him off?

Why did you have to kill him?

He's alive...

Yes, but he's going to die.

It's what you wanted,

it's what you all wanted.

Don't say that.

Let's get out of here, now.

Why did you do it?

I didn't do anything.

Marina, calm down.

Let me go!

My love, calm down.

I understand, we all understand

what you're going through.

But you've not been well.

The doctors examined you,

you were hospitalized, remember?

You broke a window with a chair.

Try to remember.

You're saying things

I know you don't mean.

I'm saying what I know.

I know what you do.

What?

I spoke to the doctor, it was a stroke.

You can't provoke that.

It wasn't me.

You're blaming me for...

- I know you and what you do.

- Don't say that.

Trust us. I'm making sure

he has the best doctors.

I've seen worse cases than Camao's

who've made

a complete recovery, Marina.

Plus the analyses showed

he'd been taking a lot of drugs, lately.

It may not be the cause, but...

Darling, look at me.

Calm down, breathe.

Everything will be OK.

Trust me.

Trust me, my love.

It'll be OK. I promise you.

Breathe.

You're a murderer.

- What are you saying?

- You're a murderer.

Don't do this to me.

- You're a murderer.

- Don't do this to me, please.

- You're a murderer.

- Don't do this to me.

- You're a murderer.

- Don't do this to me!

- You're a murderer.

- Shut up, shut up!

You're a murderer!

Shut your mouth!

Murderer.

A psychiatrist

is coming from Buenos Aires.

They'll go with her to Santa Rosa

so she can see him.

She insisted

and I thought it was for the best.

You did the right thing.

They mustn't let her

out of their sight.

Not for a second.

Send Rafael.

I spoke to Andrea.

She'll stay with the twins

until Marina is better.

Afterwards,

they'll come to live with us.

OK.

Hernn.

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