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a lot to do and I won't bother.

For the first and last time,

this wasn't included in our deal,

I want to make sure it's clear.

Besides, it wasn't that bad, come on.

Look at your face, unharmed.

Perfect for a magazine front page.

You're physically healthy.

However,

the experience, the pain

and the fear that you went through,

they remain crystallized

forever in your head.

One more thing,

I don't know what your plan was

with the TV show,

but I warn you.

Even if you won millions,

after the 10 years,

you'd show up here with nothing.

You're only entitled to the

one million dollars that I promised you.

Trust me, it'll be more that enough.

You can't bring anything physical

from there to here, Ernesto.

Don't be stupid.

Don't try to be a hero.

Like the incident with the towers...

Suppose you could have avoided the

terrorist attack and those deaths,

something you could have done if you

told them earlier than the day before.

All those people, here and now,

they'd be dead anyhow.

They are parallel realities

and parallel lines never meet, get it?

Yes.

No more questions.

Don't mess with that.

You've spent

You still have 9 years,

one month, 14 days

and 18 hours left.

Starting now, you have one minute

to decide

how, when and where

you'll spend the time you owe me.

- I'll need some hours to think.

- No.

You have exactly 30 seconds.

You gotta realize that I'm making

an extraordinary exception.

Also, remember that your wife

is waiting for you at the restaurant.

- So?

- "So"!

You shouldn't keep her waiting.

After all, she's a lady.

- Twenty.

- But.

- You have 10 seconds.

- Yes, but.

Five.

That's it.

Great.

Myknees don't hurt.

I can see perfectly, damn it.

And my belly?

I've got no belly, incredible!

Ernesto, I'm going to buy some

steaks and I'll be back.

Yeah, go buy those stakes...

Bye, mom.

But you'll have to eat them alone.

I'm gong to Buenos Aires.

Before I run away

I'll say goodbye to my girlfriend.

Poor thing, she doesn't deserve

to be abandoned just like that.

Listen carefully, Aurora.

You'll cheat on me

with Kravetz the russian.

Like the idiot that I am,

I'll find out after 2 months.

You'll marry him

and you'll have 2 children.

One of them, will be that fat.

What are you making up, idiot?

Screw hat dream you had

of traveling the world.

Because you'll waste your beautiful life

between the four walls of your kitchen,

cleaning and taking care of your

beautiful family, like a servant.

What happened?

Have you gone mad?

And when you'll get old.

I could have told her anything.

Make up the greatest lie ever told.

There is no need.

Just telling how time will pass

is enough to destroy everyone.

There's no need to add anything extra

to make it sad and horrible.

I haven't told you.

The russian will have an artery rupture.

He'll be left paralyzed.

What a lovely life you'll have.

Enjoy it.

Screw her for cheating on me,

f***ing hairdresser.

Hey...

My mom's a hairdresser...

Aurora is a hairdresser...

Rosa is a hairdresser...

F***...

I think I've never been young.

I missed the hippies era,

f***ing like bunnies,

for being scared

to knock up someone.

What a dumb ass...

Always looking how life passed me by...

Time to enjoy all that.

Time to live the 70s as I should.

Far away from that shitty hellhole.

Sex and Rock'N'Roll.

No drugs.

Ernesto at the 70s...

It's my wish to tell this personally

because this is when

things go well for Ernestito,

supposedly.

The sons of b*tches,

or the devil, or whoever they are,

always give you sweets

so they can roast you better as if you

were a golden chicken ready to be served.

I've never been young,

except now

and I'm almost 70.

It's very common

in our eclipse times

for youngsters to be

very old.

Because it's the death

of imagination.

The idea of going to the big city

to triumph and f***.

Isn't that bad,

when you think of it.

Of course, you can also f***

in your town, I've done it.

Of course, you need an ontological

point of view for that.

You need a reason to live.

What Ernestito never understood

is that a city is big only if one is big.

And a city is full of sh*t

if one is made of sh*t.

Ernesto, fine lad that he is,

with the intentions of f***ing.

And also advance,

thanks to certain girls

who at the moment weren't known.

Even they didn't know their destiny.

Pata Villanueva. Cristina Fernndez.

Yes, the president.

Valeria Lynch.

Naturally, no one cared about him.

First and fore most,

because girls aren't stupid.

That's the first thing.

But besides that,

because Ernestito.

Is simply just Ernestito.

If he learnt something

it's that money won't help him here.

Now, the dumb ass just

wants to be somebody,

if you're going to screw people over,

better screw them big.

See how his creative capacity

has no limits.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Sure, go ahead.

If I mumble a song,

can you write its notes?

It's not that hard.

I'll mumble it.

And you write it down,

the musical notes.

Like a good dull person,

Ernesto looks for an assistant

who is 20 times more stupid than he is.

This way he won't get over shadowed.

I would have preferred for the

hippie character to be handicap,

to be on a wheel chair.

Wouldn't it have been better?

Right, since I'm nobody. Bah!

The next day, he went with the hippie

to a cheap recording studio.

From there to the record company

with the tape under his arm.

Did you write it yourself?

I've got it registered.

Here are the papers.

See for yourself.

A world with no religion.

One of those things that come out.

Not sure from where, but it did.

Actually, I'm a catholic.

I was baptized.

But the song talks about a world

with no heaven or hell.

I'm a catholic, but not

a practicing one.

How did you name the song?

"Imagine".

"Imagina" in Spanish.

You've hit the bull's-eye.

Lennon must have woken up

with a backache that day.

Did you write the music yourself?

Because some guy in Argentina,

the world's ass,

Yes.

stole his song,

one year before he'd have written it.

Ok, Lad.

You've got a producer.

"Imagine".

Ernesto had some gigs and

as incredible as it may seem,

things go pretty well for him.

The song is so good

that I tresists even Ernestito.

Ernesto!

The girls are here!

You're Ernesto Zambrana, no?

I can't understand how no one

invented a telephone with no cables yet.

Imagine that, it'll be the size

of a pack of cigarettes.

Very practical.

You could walk in the street,

dial the number,

and you'd say:

"Hello, is. "

- Paula.

- "Hello, is Paula there?"

I also want to make a film.

- A film?

- Yes.

What a genius!

I love the cinema.

- Really?

- I take theater classes.

- Tell me about your idea.

- All right.

This movie is about a shark,

a big one,

It goes through the shores,

eating the swimmers.

I hope she's not a part of

the Peronist urban guerrilla group.

I don't want any trouble.

I don't want any trouble.

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