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spouting nonsense.

Why is it so hard for men

to admit that a beautiful woman...

can also be intelligent?

Must a good mind always go

with an ugly face?

That's not what I think.

How can I put this?

You wake up one day,

look in a mirror...

and say, "I've aged."

You go outside

and the young call you mister.

They look at you askance.

To them, you've gone over the hill.

You're an old fart.

Time goes by...

your hair starts to fall out...

then the rest falls apart.

You like good food, you get fat...

you get lazy, stop going out.

Still...

despite the physical decay...

you feel as energetic as a boy.

So what do you do?

Why is it unseemly for a man

to act like a boy?

I can't enjoy a girl of 18

because I'm an older man.

How old are you, anyway?

Twenty-three.

You seem younger.

Let's see if I can complete this.

On that day you wonder...

"What life have I had?"

"What's happened to me?"

"Where are my youthful illusions,

my dreams?"

You can't say that. It's unfair.

You've done wonderful things.

Thank you.

Maybe. But I can't help feeling

I've wasted my time.

That I only touched

the surface of things.

All I did was to swim frantically...

to avoid sinking into the muck.

How does that sound to you?

Pretentious, eh?

But vivid, right?

Anyway...

all that to say I'm a good guy...

modest, simple...

sensitive, hardworking, honest...

unable to organize my life...

And deeply frustrated in love.

It's very nice.

I have to leave, Mario.

Stay with me tonight.

I can't.

Someone's waiting? Sorry.

It's all wrong.

You got carried away

by your imagination.

That's not enough,

and you know it.

You need more discipline.

What's the dramatic line

that fies all this?

The woman leaves him.

The guy falls apart,

but another woman appears.

A younger dancer.

They falls in love.

- He falls in love?

- Does he fall in love?

Or is he grasping at straws?

And her?

Does she fall in love?

She exploits it.

He pursues her, despairs

if she's not there.

She's everything to him.

She hides, slips away.

She plays.

He has no time for games.

What's the woman do?

She returns?

I love you. I adore you.

I need you.

What a lot of nonsense.

Never changes.

But there's no other way

to tell the story.

Inspiration, where are you?

What is inspiration

but work, work, work?

Who said that?

A labor leader.

What are you doing?

- How did you get in?

- The janitor let me in.

What are you doing

with the wind machine?

Lmagining a scene.

- Was I in it?

- Of course.

Beautiful as ever.

- And unexpected.

- I came to keep you company.

At 3:
00 a.m.?

I have an idea for your show.

Sit down.

Ready?

Life is so strange, friend

I didn't love her when I met her

Until one night

she firmly said to me

"I'm tired of everything"

and left

Life is so strange, friend

Ever since that night

I fell in love with her

I sacrificed so much

Lights!

Music!

The kid was 13 or 14.

Those brutes jumped on him...

and bashed his head in...

with their rifle butts and boots.

- They killed him?

- Sure. He was dead!

- Maria Elman.

- Delighted.

I hear you've worked out

a choreography on our theme.

We're looking for ideas

in Goya's etchings.

That's perfect.

Hist repeats itself, alas.

That's part of our lives.

The horrible, cruel part...

that we wish we could avoid.

But it's there.

Sorry. Waldo Norman,

our art director.

The tortures played tangos loud

to cover up the screams.

Imagination is a guardrail...

that stops you from plunging

into the pit of horror.

I'm haunted by images of friends...

who disappeared.

Thousands lost their lives...

in that brutal and

uncontrolled repression.

I left here when I was young.

Relatively young.

I spent many years in Europe.

When I got back...

most of my friends had disappeared.

What remained...

was this city, completely changed.

Ugly, grey and distrustful.

Why think about all that?

Ugly things are best forgotten.

Who we are...

how we live,

how little we are...

If we forget all that...

what identity will we have?

But now you're here.

We have each other.

We're lucky.

What's that?

Sound effects. They're testing.

You know, I'm worried.

I think I'm being followed.

Today when I came over...

a car followed my taxi.

- Larroca?

- Who else?

You're not imagining things?

Maybe.

But Angelo scares me.

He's violent.

He's Mafia.

The other day he said,

"If you leave me, I'll kill you."

Come and live...

with me.

You mean it?

If you feel that I love you,

come here.

Come live with me.

You've got problems.

I don't want to be one more.

You'll move in tomorrow?

Good work, kids.

I don't like it.

Why bring up something

that has been forgotten?

Why create more anxiety?

That number threatens

the whole show.

- It scared me!

- I can see why!

It could be softened.

What do you say, Larroca?

I want to think it over first.

- Hello.

- What did you think?

We liked the show a lot.

Very impressive.

I don't think you need that scene.

The audience won't get it.

We gave them beautiful dancing...

beautiful women...

Iovely tango music.

Then here, it all turns

to fear, anxiety.

That doesn't belong in a musical.

It's my conception of the show.

Maybe you could soften it a bit.

The generals won't like it.

Depends which ones.

There's a fascinating Borges quote:

"The past is indestructible."

"Sooner or later

things turn up again."

"One of the things that turns up..."

"is a plan to destroy the past."

Very clever.

But one washes dirty linen at home.

Depends on the linen and the home.

Think it over. We disliked it.

I wo681n't press it further.

Good night.

Why'd you want to see me?

Why?

- To talk to you.

- What about?

We could talk about lots of things.

I'd rather discuss us.

Haven't we said it all?

Not everything.

I can't live this way, Elena.

I can't forget you, try as I may.

Please.

Come back to me.

Angelo, let's not start that again.

I love you, Elena.

I love you...

and I want you.

I need to kiss you,

make love to you.

Please...

Hug me.

Hug me, Elena.

I love you!

Let go of me!

I don't love you.

I never did!

I'm living with another man

and I'm happy!

I don't care, Elena.

I don't care.

I can forgive everything!

Right now!

Let me go!

Let me live in peace.

You're making a mistake, Elena!

You're making a mistake!

No one plays games with me!

Please.

My love.

How was it?

- What's wrong?

- I got scared.

That's fine.

Thanks, everyone.

That's all for today.

I want you all in the studio...

tomorrow at 8:
00 a.m.

For the immigration ballet.

In costume and made up by 11: 00.

Okay?

- You liked my work?

- Terrific!

- Marvelous.

- Was I convincing?

Let's go.

Let's see what the director says.

Let's go.

Congratulations, Maestro.

- You were great.

- Thanks.

Sorry, but one thing bothers me.

My shout comes too soon.

It's not spontaneous enough.

That's the trouble.

I was terrified.

I thought he stabbed her.

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