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What are you stirring it for, dumbass?

How many people

were saved thanks to mate?

More than one man

didn't kill himself

because he still had mate tea left.

All right.

Back to our business.

It's been 2 years, 7 months,

Let's say that you owe me...

and 14 hours.

F***ing Spaniard.

No. I can't go on.

I'm out.

Impossible.

You can't.

You used to complain

about the lack of opportunities.

Well, it just so happens

that you still owe 7 years

to this f***ing Spaniard, and

you'll fulfill your part of the deal.

Then I'll fulfill my part.

The million dollars.

As I should.

But, we'll make a little change.

Now, I'll decide

to which year you'll go

to fulfill our deal

once and for all.

I'm fed up with you.

My aunt, my grandma, my mom.

Poor things,

it gives me such a heartache.

They were good, but they wasted

their lives for nothing.

My mom, all her life, cutting hair

in a shitty hairdresser salon.

He looks so serious...

That's disturbing,

they are all dead.

Maybe he's hungry, poor Ernestito.

That's like Chinese torture.

All the time in the world

and nothing to do.

Just to think, think

and think.

To rack my brain.

Complete impotence.

I need to hold on,

I need to hold on.

F***, I'm hungry.

Oh, no...

Time to suck my mom's tits again.

Terrible...

Only children can with stand

the dictatorship of adults

because they consider their parents

to be gods.

Cruelty, violence, humiliations...

Children take it as a natural thing.

What do we say?

Happy Birthday to you...

Happy birthday, dear Ernestito...

Happy Birthday to you.

It's been 6 years of this horror.

Just one year left

to fulfill the deal.

This is hell.

The teacher says

that I'm a weird kid.

How could I not be weird,

if I am 63 years old?

Conceal.

Hide it all the time.

- What's the matter, Zambrana?

- I don't feel so well.

I've got a bellyache.

Adolf Hitler mows the lawn.

You decided to let the jew be

for a little while?

The jew is me, naturally.

Today, on September 5th, 1955

you'll die electrocuted.

I don't know if the teacher

bought the bellyache act.

Or if any excuse is good

to get me out of her sight.

Whatever,

I'm here to watch the show.

What a motherfucking

sadist father you are.

Psychological torture

and mostly physical.

Your favorite kind.

There you go,

put them in.

Stick your fingers in the button.

And?

There, he's dead.

Bye, dad.

I also said "Bye, dad"

to my old man.

I was raised in my dad's

Soviet Union.

Death doesn't change people.

It's been 40 years since

my old man's death

and he's still the same bastard.

But...

Somehow, we love each other.

We even made up.

That's why I added this scene.

Ernesto fulfilled his part.

He relived what was left

of his childhood,

day by day, hour after hour,

every single minute,

seconds by seconds.

As best as he could,

he completed the deal.

I feel close to Ernesto.

Like a brother.

Not even the most feared despots

of human history have

the harmful power that a man as dull,

bitter and stingy as Ernesto has.

This guy fascinates me.

Let me introduce you to Ernesto.

My new masterpiece.

Give me a Michigan Lights.

It took you a while...

Where did you go to?

To the store, where else?

Get the bill.

What a face.

You look different.

I've got two news to give you.

A good one, and a bad one.

The good one.

Is that I've got million dollars here.

They are for you.

All your problems are solved.

The bad one...

Is that I'm leaving.

I'm leaving you.

Be calm.

I am the problem.

All the animals,

except humans,

are immortals.

Because they ignore death.

For humans, everything carries the weight

of randomness and unrecoverableness.

By the way, dear Rosita, are you

sure the money's in the suitcase?

I wouldn't trust guys like him.

Anyway, what's really terrible,

what's incomprehensible,

is to know that one is immortal.

Bye, a**hole, that's it.

Take a hike,

"Darling, I'm going out for cigarettes

and I'll be right back"

is in fact that's the same old story

but told in a different way.

He also never came back.

It's like a dead pig,

walking, all rotten.

Ernestito could say "Even my

mediocrity was robbed from me,

I don't even care

about money anymore. "

As time passes,

I'm more and more convinced

that having a birthday is a sure sign

that a person is a villain.

I'd referto a man's different ages

as concentration camps.

Every year that passes is one additional

layer of electrified barbedwire.

Thirty is Auschwitz.

I mean it.

Turn right in 80 meters.

Turn right in 300 meters.

Park on the right lane.

Tomorrow, at 6 o'clock.

I couldn't understand

a thing of what he said.

A salad, an apple

and nothing else.

...which means, reaching

the ontological meaning of the object.

Using criticism to discover

the limits of metaphysics.

Are you still with me?

No, you're not.

I'll explain it to you as if

you were in the kindergarten,

maybe that way

you'll get it:

Take anything, from a slice of pizza

to a poodle.

But don't look at it as a pet,

or as food.

Instead, look at it as something

that simply "is".

It's essence,

it's transcendent properties.

This microphone,

do we have to say

that it's a microphone?

Wouldn't it be more correct

to say that, strictly speaking,

what we have here

is a lot of molecules?

Excuse me, may I?

I love this one.

Crude and cultured:

Extra crude.

Problems?

I'll take the opportunity

to dedicate my story

to my everlasting heroes:

James Dean, Elvis Presley,

Jim Morrison, who I like a lot,

and Barbara Feldon,

the 99 from "Get Smart".

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