La memoria del muerto Page #2

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Ow, I need to piss.

It can't be.

Sofi.

My girl, my little girl.

Ivana, it's possible you recognize someone,

but you can't go out.

It's important that everyone

understand this, nobody can go out.

My Sofi.

How long has she been dead?

What do you mean dead, what, is she dead?

- Not anymore.

- Ivana.

- Don't go out, don't go out, stay here!

- Let me go!

- Stay here, don't go out!

- Let go!

- Don't let her out...

- Stay out of this, a**hole!

- Don't let her out!

- You motherf***er!

Sofi... Sofi my love.

What are you doing, Hugo?

Fabiana, what's wrong with you?

Fabi, what's going on?

You killed Ivana, you motherf***er.

Son of a b*tch!

F*** you, son of a b*tch!

Mauro, this way!

No, not to the bathroom, please!

Fabiana. What is it?

Watching blood makes me sick.

Poor girl.

Alicia...

What's going on here?

We can't go outside, we can't even

open the doors. Have you listen?

What's going on here?

What the f*** is going on here?

- Explain this to me, dammit.

- Stop it!

What the f*** is going on here? Come here,

dammit, what the f*** is going on?

Explain this to me, dammit!

Get out of here!

Do you want to go out? Go out!

Try and get out!

I'm not stopping you,

come on, just try, go out!

Get out...

- Alicia, what happened to that girl?

- What happened to Ivana?

Ali, I'm asking you what happened to Ivana.

She walked outside.

But nothing will harm us indoors.

Tell me what's these people

around the house.

What happened? How did Hugo

know that that girl was dead?

Because everything outside is dead.

If you go out, you walk into death.

But we're protected here.

This is all to get Jorge back, we can have

him tomorrow back with us, let me out!

No f***ing way!

It's true...

And if you really loved him

you can't deny his attempt to come back.

You can't f*** with something like that.

What do you mean, Alicia?

Jorge himself taught me this ritual.

If we all loved him.

If we all really loved him.

This house will be like a lighthouse

to guide him back.

Can we bring back whoever we want?

No, because Jorge has to

walk a different path.

For he'll be leaving this world.

Look at me, look at me...

Tell me it's true.

What?

Look into my eyes and tell me it's true,

that Jorge can come back.

Yes.

If I see him around here,

I'd piss my pants.

- Do you have to be so disgusting?

- Why don't you kiss my ass, fuckhead!

Pickaboo!

Son of a b*tch!

Is something off?

Disgusting b*tch!

What?

You're so disgusting, Alicia!

You and that abnormal Hugo guy.

Excuse me?

Hold it, Mauro.

Yeah, stop it,

can't you see how she is?

She's alive. Ivana is dead

and this disgusting b*tch is alive.

Why don't you let poor Jorge die in peace?

- You will never understand.

- What? Tell me.

- Love, Mauro.

- Love?

You're insane, Alicia, and even if you

dress it up as spiritualism, it's insanity!

- Mauro, calm down. - Yes. If you

can't hold your liquor, don't drink!

But are you all retards? Would you

have come here if you'd known about this?

That doesn't justify your

f***ing attitude, Mauro.

Shut up, fake fag,

you're here for the leftovers!

What do you mean?

It's odd that you tell me all this...

...since it was you who dragged

Jorge down to the lowest.

Blow, hookers, booze,

angst, emptiness.

If it wasn't because I loved him, he would've

stayed with you on your path of destruction.

It's true, you were always the

worst influence Jorge could ever have.

If it hadn't been for you,

we wouldn't have broken up so painfully.

I'm sorry, little virgin. Jorge met

that sluts way before he met me.

You know Jorge cheated on you

from day one, don't you?

No...

- Didn't you?

- I didn't know.

- Now you know, Jorge cheated on you...

- Why do I have to find out now...

You motherf***er!

Stop it!

I'm going to the toilet. I've been

pissing myself for six hours now...

Why don't you comment now

on how badly I speak, a**hole!

Paraguayan sh*t.

Daughter, honey, I brought you something.

- Mom.

- Leave her, she's fine.

Mauro, I found you.

Milagros?

Is it you?

If I wasn't afraid that he'll kick my

teeth in, I'd break his face, I swear.

Don't let it get to you

he's sick.

Living like that burns you inside out.

You become pure sh*t.

You're right.

Luckily he wasn't seeing Jorge so much

during the last time, right?

Thanks to you.

Mauro is right.

No, you don't want to...

Why did you bring me here

if you don't want to?

Why are you wearing those clothes,

why did you put on that makeup?

She doesn't want to and

I have to believe her.

The f*** you don't want to,

the f*** you don't want to...

You love it, little girl, you love it...

I'll leave, I'll leave forever.

I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving...

Why did you bring us into this nightmare?

A person just died!

I don't have to take your questioning!

I'm acting in the name of love...

while you do it in the name

of interest and comfort.

No, what you're saying is bullshit.

If you're afraid to love and to fight for it,

you don't even deserve to be alive, Fabiana.

Are you listening to yourself, freak?

You don't have to say anything

because you're a coward...

...who was always used to losing it all,

starting with Jorge.

Calm down, Fabi, don't listen to her,

she's too worked up.

Worked up? Let's see if you understand,

she's completely crazy.

Not crazy, overwhelmed by pain.

She couldn't take Jorge's death, poor thing.

Don't go too far with

that lenient view, huh?

It's dangerous to paint each landscape one

looks at with one's own feelings.

It's good I didn't understand what the

f*** you meant, or I would've argued.

Do we search for Hugo?

Do you think so?

The more we are, the better, right?

Cry, cry my little boy,

cry, cry with momma, yes...

There is no better place...

I won't let that little

Paraguayan sh*t use you...

That disgusting b*tch.

You deserve better, my love, better.

Stay here with momma.

That's it, momma's going to take care

of you, we'll always be together...

Is that blood?

Why do you do this to me?

Answer me, Mumi, why?

- Is it a disease, where you born a slut?

- No.

What do you do when I'm not around?

Are you going about looking for fresh meat?

Huh? Answer me, little slut.

Go away, go away.

Now you tell me to go?

My baby cries so much,

so much she cries, cry please, cry...

Cry more for daddy...

Calm down, nothing's going to happen,

I'm with you.

I'm with you...

I'm with you.

Come with me, come.

Continue doing what

you were doing, it's looking very well.

Those years I worked in your house

were the best of my life.

To wake up with you in the morning,

to tidy up your things.

I don't care you didn't answer my letters.

What letters?

All the letters I sent you, after

your mother kicked me out...

...when she found out

I was pregnant of your child.

Mauro, my belly, Mauro,

my belly, help me...

Help me, it hurts, it hurts, Mauro!

Get in there, get in there.

Easy, easy, easy, easy...

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