Tesis sobre un homicidio

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THESIS ON A HOMICIDE

Go.

Left.

There you go.

Always with your left.

You're a bit soft today.

One, two.

Aim at the body, Bermudez.

Well done.

He drove me nuts

about that electric guitar.

After only three lessons,

now he wants the drums.

That's called abuse of right.

No, that's being a jerk

for buying him everything he asks.

Are you coming tomorrow?

What time is it?

Early. At 8:
00.

Are you giving me one

or do I have to buy it?

What for?

You're not reading it anyway.

But I might need it.

How many pages long is it?

My nightstand is a bit wobbly.

I thought so the other day

as your wife was putting

her clothes back on,

but then it just slipped my mind

and I forgot to mention it.

It's the same every year.

All Cardozo cares about is

for the syllabus to be covered.

Meanwhile, kids download

everything from the internet.

Ask them what a legal act is,

they have no f***ing idea.

How's it going?

- You know why I'm still here?

- Because of the chicks.

Besides that.

Because

I'm an idiot who still believes

we should leave

a better world for our children.

Let me set you straight

because I think you're a bit off.

When you're 30,

you work to get a position.

When you're 40,

you work to make money.

And when you're 50

you work for prestige.

You did everything wrong then.

It's just that I have

a complicated metabolism.

Urirate?

Here.

- Villazan?

- Present.

Weinstein?

That's me.

- Yolis?

- Here.

Good.

I'd like to welcome you

and clarify a few things.

There are

several reasons to be here,

but there's only one that's right.

If you come here to make contacts,

you're in the wrong place.

Chronic students need therapy,

not a postgraduate course.

I can't stand those

who question everything,

but those who don't question anything

do not have a future as lawyers.

It's eight classes,

eight weeks,

2,500 pages

of compulsory reading,

and over 3,000 pages

of supplementary reading.

By the eighth class

each of you will write a thesis

on a topic you will decide

throughout the seminar.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

- Ruiz.

- Yes.

Is everything all right?

I've had a couple of eventualities.

What's paradoxical

about eventualities, Ruiz,

is that they can be avoided.

You just have to make

room for them in your plan.

Well, I knew that

eventually you'd be mad

but I still couldn't avoid it.

Next time just

leave your house earlier.

Take a seat.

Where were we?

You were saying there's only

one right reason to be here,

but you didn't say which.

To take advantage of me.

Professor!

Do you have a minute?

Sure.

I hope you didn't get

a wrong impression of me.

I just arrived in Buenos Aires

and I'm still settling in.

No, thanks.

How's your dad?

He's fine, thanks.

He asked me to say hi

and he sends you this.

- You're not opening it?

- I'm terrible at pretending.

If I don't like it,

you'll be able to tell.

I'd rather open it at home.

I wanted to thank you for making

room for me at the seminar.

It means a lot to me.

It was nothing.

And I'd like to invite you

to dinner one of these days.

We'll see.

I have the car with me.

Can I give you a lift?

It's not necessary.

Don't bother.

- I wouldn't mind at all.

- Watch out.

Besides,

you could guide me.

I don't know the city that well.

Okay, sure.

How's your mother?

I hardly ever see her,

she travels a lot.

She also says hi.

Is she still

running the Foundation?

That and anything that will

keep her away from my father.

Believe it or not,

sometimes that's the only way

to keep a relationship alive.

How are you, Cecilia?

I'm fine, and you?

Same as yesterday.

I see the books arrived.

Right.

What's this?

A gift.

Ruiz Cordera sends it.

Felipe, remember him?

Yes, of course.

Is he here?

No, his son.

He came to attend my seminar.

He asked me

if I knew anyone who could

clean his place

once or twice a week.

I gave him

your phone number.

Okay, thank you.

It's a nice gift.

Yeah, great.

A sword of justice for a lawyer.

It's like giving

the undertaker a toy coffin.

If you say so.

My white shirt?

It's hung.

Shall I iron it?

Please.

Professor!

Sol.

Right.

It's been so long.

- How are you?

- Great.

I heard about the presentation

and here I am.

- I'm glad.

- But I was a bit late.

Not at all.

You didn't miss anything.

They're only

now serving the wine.

Can you sign my book?

Don't want to exchange it

for a Harry Potter book?

I have them all.

It's been so long!

What have you been up to?

I've been working

at Carballo's office.

- Really? Good for you.

- For two years now.

- What else?

- Well...

Did you get married,

do you have kids?

No, far from it.

Actually, I broke up

with my boyfriend not long ago.

- Congratulations.

- Do you mind?

Actually, I do.

I'll go say hi to some friends.

Catch you later?

Okay.

Great presentation.

Thanks.

It relates

to what you were saying earlier:

a judge doesn't deliver justice,

he enforces the law.

The biggest scam

in modern societies

is making us believe

that what's legal is fair.

The problem is that

the laws and the concept of justice

are established

by a group of people

who are only interested

in holding their power.

My point is...

I can crush a butterfly

and wring it to death,

and that's not illegal.

Now, if the butterfly belongs

to some billionaire's collection,

I can go to jail.

It's not the act itself

what's judged.

The law does not protect us

from an aberrant act.

It only intervenes if that aberrant act

threatens the will of the powerful.

No, thanks.

We live in anarchy

and nobody seems to realize.

Every day somebody

wrings a butterfly to death

and no law can prevent it.

Interesting theory.

It's more than a theory.

Look, I have at least twenty arguments

to prove you wrong, but I'd like

to give you some advice, may I?

- Of course.

You're twenty...

- Eight.

- Twenty-eight years old.

Try to get laid

as much as you can.

The rest comes on its own.

Do you know what time it is?

Around three or so.

It's half past three.

We talk some other time.

A judge

never has direct access

to the circumstances of a crime.

Before him,

there are eyewitnesses,

onlookers,

the security guard in the corner,

paramedics...

Even the typist...

I'm not exaggerating.

Sheet number 574

in the Lopez Paunero case.

It's in your handout.

"It can be inferred

from the first test

"that the phone found

only a few feet from the body

does not belong to the victim."

It took more than four years for them

to realize that instead of "phone",

it should have been "bone".

The judge who has to decide

if a defendant is guilty or innocent

does so groping in the dark.

Under those circumstances,

what's the judge's only valid tool?

The facts.

No, proving

the certainty of facts

is the goal of the judge,

not his tool.

The repetition of testimonies.

That's not it either.

If that was the case then a lawyer

would only have to get or buy

twenty witnesses to say

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