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Eitherway, she's hot.

The things Rock'n'Roll does.

Nice job, kid.

You've done well.

You ended up getting married

to the pretty groupie.

Now you can make a nest.

Like in the movie "Alien".

You're f***ed up old men, Ernesto!

Instead of having fun with the girl

you got married.

Ernesto plagiarized "Imagine"

from what little he could

remember and understand,

because he never liked "The Beatles".

He always hated them.

He wrote a piece of crap

that went like this:

"Imagine a world

where everyone has love.

A house, money and cars

with no drugs or religion.

Imagine all people living in peace.

They say I'm crazy,

but I'm telling the truth.

I hope that you'll join us

to make an ideal world. "

Disgusting, man!

We just heard "Imagine", performed by

its author, Ernesto Zambrana,

who is still here with us.

Ernesto, I understand that next weekend

you'll perform in Asuncion, in Paraguay.

Yes.

The single came out

in Chile and Paraguay.

In some other countries as well.

Mexico...

Jim Morrison, Eric Clapton,

Frank Zappa, Bob Dylan.

Zambrana.

The vanity of plagiarism

knows no limits.

Carla from Palermo says:

"I just heard the song on the radio

and it really got me excited.

It made me think how absurd war is.

It has a beautiful message,

I'll buy the single today. "

Thank you, Carla.

Anibal, from Villa Urquiza:

"I saw Zambrano in a bar last week,

singing "Imagine".

The song is good, but

the other three songs he performed

were horrible.

Besides, the guy has no swing,

and he has a salami head".

Let's see...

- Some people are so prejudiced, no?

- Yes.

Why must artists be

like stereotypes?

Isn't that too authoritarian?

Why someone with talent,

who writes a beautiful song

such as "Imagine"

can't be ugly, fat,

with no swing,

or without charisma?

I'll leave you with that thought

so you can think about it.

Bye, we'll talk tomorrow.

Thank you.

Ernesto,

I've got a woman on the line,

Norma from Olavarra,

she claims she's your mother.

- Do you want to talk to her?

- No.

No, she's a crazy fan

who is stalking me.

- Paulita.

- What?

Are you with me

only because I'm famous,

or are you truly

in love with me?

or are you truly

in love with me?

I don't know.

Both.

What about it?

I tend to refer to a man's stages

of life as concentration camps.

Every year is a more electrified

barbed wire than the year before.

Thirty is like Auschwitz.

Don't give cigarettes to the girls,

smoke them all yourself.

After all, you're dumb and crazy.

I'm always more convinced that,

just by getting older.

Notice how dumb he looks.

Maybe he won't even f*** them.

That's just to be a show-off.

What a waste of b*obs.

I've got two bad news.

You better sit down.

Your wife called,

it's been

a month since she last saw you.

She's suing you for adultery

and because you

beat the crap out of her.

Tell her to go f*** herself.

What's the second one?

You're being sued for plagiarism.

- What?

- On behalf of John Lennon.

No more, no less.

His lawyers claim that

you plagiarized him,

because of its style, its subject,

the harmony.

Bla bla bla bla...

They say that they

don't know how,

but clearly you've stolen

information from him.

But I registered it,

he didn't.

I know.

Still, you'll need to prove in court that

you're capable of writing such a song.

And the law firm that represents

Lennon here is tough.

That's grave.

A huge problem.

So what do we do now?

That's your business, baby.

I'm abandoning ship.

I'm suffering the punishment

that this f***ed up society

forces on people like us,

who have no talent.

Leave us alone,

you sons of b*tches.

Lennon himself had said it,

"The dream is over".

"What can I say?"

The dream is over,

what can I say?

- Who is it?

- Mail, correspondence from the courthouse.

Having analyzed the lawsuit

as well as the defense allegations,

this court of law finds

Ernesto Zambrana

guilty of committing plagiarism of

Sr. John Winston Lennon

and condemns him to pay a

compensation fee of...

Justice!

Justice!

They are convicting an innocent man!

You!

Corrupt judges!

This is the part where

Ernesto is outside the courts,

demanding justice.

This a**hole will get shot

by a lunatic, just outside his home.

They'll kill him like a rat.

The idiot believes injustice,

as if he lived in Switzerland.

What are you looking at?

He just discovered that

the world is unfair, poor thing.

There you are,

the lawyer is leaving, right?

What are you, a judge?

You are corrupt!

Yes, I'm talking to you!

I know everything!

I know everything, woman!

I come from the future!

I made a deal with the devil, woman!

The World Cup of 78'

will be played in Argentina!

It'll all be organized by the army!

You know what else?

We'll be champions!

What are you laughing about,

stupid girl?

You want more?

Argentina will win two Oscars!

Two!

The last one will be won in 2010,

By a movie directed by a bald man.

Have sex!

F*** a lot!

F***, f***!

AIDS is coming,

and you won't be able to f***!

I know what I'm telling you!

What this kid doesn't know

is that, to the people,

if you play it crazy

you are crazy.

That's why the old woman in blue

called the cops.

And from the police station,

straight to the loony bin.

I'm 63 years old.

I come from the year 2011.

I'm not crazy.

In 1983, we the radicals will win the

elections, led by Don Raul Ricardo Alfonsin.

But be careful,

don't vote for the alliance.

I know what I'm talking about.

You can be happy now, Ernestito.

You're in a quiet place,

full of couches,

men in white who are very nice.

They'll give you nice pills.

Now you'll be calmer.

Yes, huge pills.

- You.

- We? Who?

You make me sick,

all of you.

But there are a lot of you.

That's your as vantage.

You pile up the busses,

you kneel at the churches.

You work,

you gather for your off springs.

But I am different.

I'm ugly.

Dirty.

I'm harmful.

I'm afraid, doctor.

Being crazy is horrible.

But, I'm not crazy,

it's much much worse.

I'm deeply saddened.

Ernesto, can you hear me?

Would you like a candy?

Rest for a while,

we'll continue shortly.

I'll be right back.

Yes, yes...

He's right, the nurse.

Rest for a while,

Ernestito,

You know what, dude?

You're technically crazy.

Because you've lost it all.

Everything, besides reason.

That's what your

Medical history says, baby.

Crazy.

Hey, stop!

Ernesto!

Suicides, no.

They aren't allowed in our deal.

They don't count.

You considered suicide

to evade yourself.

You poor innocent, you.

The pain one feels

when one kills himself

is endless.

First a sharp strike.

Then your skull cracks.

And pain, pain, pain.

At a very slow motion,

with an extreme intensity.

Dumb people think that you feel nothing.

They couldn't be more wrong.

Before you die

when you commit suicide,

there's an eternity of pain.

No one can imagine that.

But why me?

Why not?

Come on.

Drink a little mate.

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