La memoria del muerto Page #3

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- I heard voices, I thought

you were with Mauro. - No.

What happened, what happened?

Easy, easy, easy...

Did you have a crappy visit?

Yes, my old man.

That son of a

b*tch f***ed up my life.

Easy.

Every Sunday he'd go to Mass...

...and prayed and then went to pick up

the girl to polish the cross.

And your old lady?

She did her thing, she didn't say a word.

She cleaned my underwear and

didn't say a word.

And she died three months after my dad.

Cancer killed that f***ing b*tch.

My old man died when I was 15

and I thought I'd been lucky...

...that it was the best thing

that could ever happen to me.

But then I started wondering because

I realized that every time he touched me...

...I gained more strength

to oppose him, you see?

Yes.

And he went victorious for you

didn't have the chance to face him.

Yes.

Yes. He went victorious.

See, now, I meet him here

I see him...

...and I collapse like a dummy.

Can you believe it?

Ah, Alicia!

Hugo...

Hugo.

Millennial art, passed on orally,

do you want me to teach you?

Sorry... sorry...

Do you really think Jorge can come back?

I do.

Imagine that the man of

your life leaves you...

...and you know there is a chance

that he will come back.

Wouldn't you try?

A great love?

The dead, coming back to life,

that I can buy.

But one man for me, nope.

I wasn't born for that.

Don't cry anymore, it's no use.

Don't cry anymore, it's no use.

You say that because you had Jorge,

but I never found anything like that.

Mnica, I know you were with him.

What do you mean, Alicia? No, No, no...

I swear I wasn't. He's family.

How can you say something like that?

He was my cousin, almost like a brother.

Mnica, Mnica...

He loved you so much.

I saw him and I understood.

You're not a common woman.

Alicia, forgive me.

I was with him and you invited me here,

and so many times I felt guilt...

I felt embarrassed to be in front of

you, at your place, in family gatherings.

You were always so...

a person, so, oh, please...

You know, what you were

saying about your old man...

- Perhaps this is all for the best.

- What?

Now you will be able to face him.

Perhaps so.

But I don't think he'll be back.

You can go look for him.

Calm down, calm down,

honey, calm down Fabi!

Grandma...

Look, it's my baby.

I miss you so much, granny,

I miss you so much.

I have to show you something.

Pretty or ugly?

Awful.

Let's go down.

Grab it, grab it.

They're performing a ritual to

bring Jorge back to life.

To do that, they have to kill five people

who loved him very much...

...and fill this pond with

the victim's blood.

One of them is you.

You have to hide away and

leave when the sun rises.

Fabiana, please.

What was that?

Before I was born, I had

a sister who died.

My mom was obsessed with

that, guilt-ridden and all.

I did too. I always thought I'd

taken someone else's place.

Is that the reason you're a fag?

What?

Son of a b*tch!

Ali, I'm glad you're here.

That's her!

Nicanor!

Nicanor, what's going on?

What's going on?

- No, no. Don't kill her

- Why do you stop me?

- He's in love with you.

- Who?

Mauro was right, this fake fag couldn't

stomach Jorge, he did it all for you.

The ritual doesn't work

If one of them didn't love Jorge.

We f***ed it all up.

We failed.

Look.

Look.

Will you shut up for a second, please?

Will you shut up for a second, huh?

Will you shut up for a second?

Listen to me, shithead. Is it true, what

Hugo's saying? Is this true?

Yeah, it's true, it's all true

When I met you I became obsessed!

I even faked to be a friend

of that a**hole Jorge to be close to you.

Shut up, you son of a b*tch!

As you see I need no excuse

to kill anybody, you know?

If you think that you'll save your skin

by lying to me, you're dead wrong.

I'm going to kill you anyway,

son of a b*tch!

I made all of those drawings

three years ago!

It's been three years thinking of you.

I don't sleep, I don't eat...

I don't exist. I can't breathe-

Enough, enough!

The ritual won't work if you don't care

about Jorge, you killed me, you f***ed me!

What the f*** am I supposed to do now?

- What the f*** do I do? Son of a b*tch!

- I don't know!

I'm going to perform the ritual anyway,

I'll do it anyway.

What will I do without Jorge,

and turned into a murderer?

It has to be five people.

Are you still on?

Yes, of course.

OK, let's go, help me with this,

after that we'll be next.

Stop it, no, you're

completely insane. No!

You bastard, you f***ed them all...

Come back, Nicanor, come back, please.

You have to help me, you have to help me.

If you really love me,

you have to understand me.

I have to finish this but I can't do it

alone, and my life makes no sense anymore.

Do you understand? It won't be long.

When it's all over you can leave,

but we can't do it alone.

Can we continue, then? Please don't

leave me with this empty life...

...shattered like this. Please!

Can we continue?

Thank you.

Our turn.

No, Ali, I won't be able to do it.

I won't be able to.

It's easy. You hang me, and you cut

me open, nothing more than that.

How do you ask me to cut you up?

I love you, Ali, I can't.

Please, don't leave me like this, please.

I must have a terrible breath, right?

I can't believe you're here.

- Well, it's what you wanted, right?

- Yes.

Was it what you wanted?

Yes. I followed your wife, you know...

Then I cheated a little bit,

but it was worth it, wasn't it?

What now?

Now go and brush your teeth.

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