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No.

Easy.

What's the date?

Saturday.

July 26th.

Help me open this.

No, ma'am. It's much too cold outside.

Why are they praying for me?

So that you'll get better, ma'am.

Don't lie to me.

Not you.

My time left is short.

Don't cry.

Don't be sad.

I'll be gone soon.

The skinny girl's leaving.

She's going to rest.

Let him through, come on.

Please, let them pass.

Identification?

Very good. Going through.

Dr. Ara follow me, please.

Yes. These are all them, sir.

Dr. Ara.

Let him in.

Good evening, Doctor.

Good evening, Minister.

Here's the contract ready to be signed.

The president has agreed
to all the conditions.

Thank you very much.

- If I may.
- Yes.

This page and this one.

The monument to the worker.

Do you know it?

I've heard about it.

It's impressive, isn't it?

Designed under the orders
of Mrs. Eva Peron.

This monument will be twice as big
as the Statue of Liberty,

so that it could be seen from everywhere.

She thought about it as an homage

- to the working class.
- DR. ARA: Hmm.

Although, her illness changed its course.

Her remains will rest here forever.

Boy, I didn't know that.

Your work will make
an impact, Doctor.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, they're coming to prepare.
Please wait outside.

I'm not going anywhere.

She told me not to let anyone bathe her
and dress her, that only I could see her.

That won't be possible, Mrs. Juana.

Dr. Ara was very clear on this.

You can't go along with this nonsense,
show her some respect.

I made a promise to your daughter
and I intend to keep it.

But you can't do this to her.
It is heresy.

It's the way to keep her alive,
as her people wanted to be.

My daughter deserves a burial
as the Lord demands.

Don't cry.

No. Whose side are you on?

Stop. Let's go.

- Let's go.
- Oh, my daughter.

Oh, God.

Darling, darling.

The Lord will surely be punishing you!

Thank you.

My deepest condolences, Mr. President.

Thank you, Doctor.

Do you know how long it will take you?

I estimate a couple of hours.

I have to ask a favor of you.

Please, no one is to enter the room
while we're working.

You may lock the door
from inside the room.

This is the only key,
no one will bother you.

You let us know when...

When everything is done, Doctor.

Yes, of course.

Thank you, Mr. President.

Let's go, guys.

DR. ARA: Finis Coronat Opus.

Eva Peron's corpse is absolutely
and definitely incorruptible.

Thanks.

-Here it is.
- No.

- We've got a deadline.
- Okay.

No, come on. We got to keep...

How about you deal with Monday
and Tuesday?

You won't believe it.

- Call me.
- I'll tell you later.

- Mariano, pick up the phone.

Please, come on, Mariano.

Mariano.

I'm calling you.

- Oh, that was you?
- My office, now.

- Okay, I'm coming.
- Right now.

Coming.

Close it.

Let me finish and then you can tell me.

-This is more important.
- I mean it, I have a deadline.

Sit down.
I have to ask you something.

I have information that if it's true,
we'll be the news of the year.

It'll go around the globe.

Apparently, the military contacted Peron
in Madrid.

And as a way to reconcile,
they've offered to return Evita's body.

- Who told you that?
- An informant called me.

I don't know if it's true.

But if it is, I want to publish it first.

And how do you expect to get
confirmation of that?

Well, that's what I'm going
to ask you to do.

Call Peron. Ask him.

You're out of your mind.

- But you know him, you've talked to him.
- No, I don't. I don't know him.

I've seen him once or twice before
for an interview.

- The best in years.
- Thank you.

He told you things
he'd never told anyone.

- You two connected.
-I was lucky.

He was feeling chatty, I think.

Lucky where no one else was,
Mariano.

- You have to call him.
-Are you nuts? No.

- I don't even know if he'd take the call.
- Give it a try. He did it once.

I can't get myself
into trouble right now.

I can't take the risk.

You know how busy I am right now.

Give it to someone else,
they'll be happy to try.

You don't want any trouble?
Then don't be a journalist.

Oh, don't yank my chain.

I've done so much for you.

You owe me this one.

I'll call him and that's it.

- I don't wanna know more.
- Okay.

Besides, it must be fake news.

They probably put it out there
to calm things down

and negotiate with Peron.

It's a reliable source.
I think the information is good.

Look, Mariano,

this is between you and me.

No one can know about it.

Where did you get these?

I've never seen these pictures.

Now you can do your job.

What are you doing?

She asked me to wipe the red off
and apply something more natural.

DR. ARA: Go ahead then.

Then it's imperative for the coffin
to remain closed at all times.

Preservation and success
of the procedure depend on the body

not being in contact with the air.

Understand?
Please seal it well.

I'm so sorry, please forgive me.

No.

She looks alive.

What are you doing?

My deepest condolences, my General.

Thank you, Colonel.

And thank you for everything you have done
for her and for me.

-My deepest condolences.
-Thank you Admiral.

The leech is finally dead, Colonel.

Now we'll be left in peace.

Long live cancer!

The leech is dead,
Peron's days are numbered.

Let's hope so.

We need some music.

Turn that off.
There's not gonna be music.

A crowd of over two million
lined the streets of Buenos Aires today

to say goodbye to the nation's
spiritual leader, Eva Peron.

Mourners have traveled far and wide
to witness the funeral procession

as it heads slowly on its way
to the CGT Headquarters.

It's one final chance
to show their respect

and bid farewell to this champion
of the people.

As the procession approaches
the General Worker's Confederation,

the distraught crowd gathers nearby.

The casket arrives amidst
an outpouring of both affection and sorrow

and the struggle of all workers.

Her remains will lie in state here,
inside the very building

she dignified with her struggles.

Yes, I understand.
I'll make him understand.

Doctor.

We have set everything up
as you instructed.

If it's not too much trouble,
I have a request from the mother.

DR. ARA: What is it?

CORREA:
She wants to come occasionally to pray.

I have already told you
she cannot be seen for a year.

- The preservation of the body...
- No, no, no, no. Doctor.

She just wants to be close to it.

She knows she can't see her.

All right, but make it clear to her.

She must stay in the hallway.

No one can enter the laboratory.

It was already hard enough for me
to do the work in a Union Headquarters,

which is a less
than ideal location for me.

Understood.

But there's absolutely no one
better than us, the workers,

to take care of our
comrade, Evita.

Excuse me, Doctor.

Hello?

Good evening, sir.
This is your call to Madrid.

I'll patch you through.

Thank you.

-Hello?
- General.

How are you, Vasquez?

To what do I owe the honor?
Are you coming to Madrid?

No, actually,
I decided to call you

because there's a big rumor going around.

About what?

Your second wife.

And an alleged return
that would be made to you.

You're well informed, Vasquez.

Is it true then?

So they say they'll return her to me.

Do you think
they'll actually do it?

No idea.

They promise what they must
when it's to their advantage.

But tell me how are things over there?

How are you doing?

Mr. Alcaraz?

- Yes?
- Good morning.

I need to ask you some questions.

It's important.

We know each other.

I interviewed you a few years ago
about the golden age of National Cinema.

Yes. Yes. I know who you are.

I liked the article.

How can I help you?

Well,

this picture was taken
by the assistant of Dr. Ara.

Uh-huh.

This man would take lots
of pictures all the time.

All while I styled her hair
or she had her nails done.

Disgusting.

Um, she would have kicked them out.

Trust me.

I met her when she was a nobody.

When did you meet?

In 1940.

During the filming of Only the Valiant.

It was a period piece.

Her first motion picture.

She was still...

a nobody.

- I remember that day.

She was wearing
a ridiculous hairstyle.

Do my hair like this Julio
like Betty Davis.

I think I'd look better
like this, don't you agree?

No.

You'd look better as Olivia de Havilland

in Gone With The Wind.

You think?

That's how I saved her character
from becoming an embarrassment.

From that moment on, Evita...

was a creation of mine.

- I created her.
- Ah.

I shouldn't even say this,
but the blonde hair,

that was my doing.

Oh.

At first she didn't want it, but I...

I started to lighten her hair
little by little

until one day she was blonde...

and the rest is history.

- And the hairband.
- Huh?

That also came out
of these hands, my friend.

Look.

Here, here.
Let me show you.

May I?

Of course.

These...

are all of her things.

Pardon me.

Please, hold those gloves.

She left them behind at a dinner party.

And this?

She gave it to me one day,
told me to keep it somewhere,

but she never asked for it again.

Calculation of blood loss, August 19th,

five cubic centimeters
and three quarters.

August 22nd, four centimeters.

All of these blood losses
are from when she was ill.

She jotted it down?

Hmm. I have no idea.

But she wrote it?

Uh, no, no, she didn't.
That's not her handwriting.

You last saw her at the wake?

Uh, no, no, a year after she died.

Um, I saw her again
on the CGT second floor.

It was, uh, Dr. Ara called me
numerous times to do her hair.

I must have been there
three or four times.

He insisted that his work
disheveled her hair.

On September 16th.

After years of authoritarian rule,

the armed forces rose up in rebellion

to oppose the tyrannical reign
of Juan Peron

and have successfully managed
to overthrow him.

A new day dawns as the fate
of our motherland is now in their hands.

Peron has already requested
asylum in Paraguay

and is widely expected
that the corrupt leader

will flee Argentina in any moment.

Doctor, why are you here?

I must speak
to the President immediately.

Now is not a good time.

I need to know what to do
with the President's wife.

No, one's giving me answers.

I'm desperate.
You must understand.

She's in danger.

We're all in danger.
Wait here, please.

Excuse me, General.

- Is everything ready?
-No, but we're almost there.

Dr. Ara is here.

He wants to know...

what to do with her.

Tell him that we can't get her out
of the CGT right now,

but he should expect a call on my behalf.

Uh-hmm.

With instructions and to set up
payment for what he's owed.

Mr. President, Paraguay's government
has everything ready to receive you.

- We must go.
- You must set off immediately.

There are still things to pack.

We have no time.
We must leave now, Juan.

No, no, no, dogs aren't allowed right now.

Come on, Marino.

That's the way it is, Juan.
Let's go.

Take care of them.
Okay?

Take good care of them.

They're all I have left.

Let's go.

Yes. Let's go.

Mrs. Juana?
What are you doing here?

I've come for my daughter.
I'm taking her with me.

- Ma'am, no, you can't just take her out.

I've taken her from worse places.

Call the funeral home
and have them send me transportation.

I'm sorry. I can't do that.

She's mine. It's not fair.

She needs a burial
and I promised her.

Calm down. Please.

- Listen to me.

Take a seat, take a seat.

I promise I can take care of the body.

I can do what it takes
to get her out of here

and help you bury her.

Then do it, Doctor.

Yes, but there is one thing
I need from...

I need for you to legally authorize me

- to grant me guardianship.

Oh, guardianship.

Guardianship has failed me, Doctor.

Every authority I've signed away
has come back to bite me.

Please, Doctor, isn't there any other way?

We can't play around
with these people, Mrs. Juana.

There is no time to waste.

Very well.

All right.

This way.

Excuse me.

Colonel Moori Koenig.

- Good evening, Colonel.

There's no need to sit.

The meeting will be brief.

It's about the wife.
We wanna know if it's her.

Some people have seen the body at the CGT.

They say it's impressive.

It's been three years,
but she looks intact.

I think the body is a hoax.
It must be someone else's.

See to that woman, Colonel.

Excuse me, General.

I don't understand.

Could you please explain it to me?

Normally, I'd know what to do,
but this woman...

is already dead.

We don't want this woman
to become a saint.

Make her like a normal dead woman.

- Correa?
- Uh-hmm.

Mariano Vasquez.
Thank you very much for meeting me.

You can thank Alcaraz.

He is the reason I'm seeing you.

He said it was important
and Julio never lies.

So tell me...

I just have a couple of questions for you.

- Uh-hmm.
- Were you in this building

when they brought in
the body of Eva Peron?

Yes.

In fact was one of the people
who asked the General

to let us take care of her.

So you have met Dr. Ara?

Yes.

We saw each other pretty much
every day of the three years he was here.

And what about the body, did you see it?

Every once in a while.

When the doctor allowed me
into the second floor laboratory to talk.

A very refined man.

Alcaraz said the doctor
called him many times to do her hair.

I shouldn't say this,

but Julio didn't do her hair,
any of those times.

-Whose hair did he do?
-I'll explain in a moment.

Were you there
when they took the body?

No, I was in prison in the south.

After the coup we were all exiled.

Dr. Ara had to hand her
over to that...

traitor.

-Who?
-Colonel Moori Koenig.

-Moori Koenig?
-Yes.

I've never heard of him.

He's military intelligence.

He was even the lady's aide at one point.

A tremendous son of a bitch.

Did you know him?

I even attended his wedding.

He betrayed me later. Every one of us.

Where is he now?

He hasn't been seen in years,
but he lived in that building

owned by the military,
downtown in...

I don't know which apartment,
but they know each other over there.

- Hello. Good morning.
- Good morning.

Excuse me. May I ask you a question?

Does the Koenig family live here?

Uh, they might, but I'm not sure.

Look, I'm a journalist.

It'd be very helpful
if you could point out

any family member
when they come in or out.

Take this. I'll be in my car.

Okay.

-Good morning.
- Good morning.

Excuse me, ma'am, may I speak
with you for a moment?

- With me?
- I'm looking for your husband,

Colonel Moori Koenig.

But what for?

I need to talk to him, um, about the lady.

- What lady?
- Eva Peron.

- Leave me alone.
- Uh, please, it's important.

Step away. We have nothing to do with her.

- Please. Can you leave us alone?
- Did you see him?

Do you talk to him?
Or what about you, do you talk to him?

- Yes we do.
- Don't say anything.

Don't talk to my daughter.

But your husband
is the only person who can help me.

We do not want anything
to do with that woman.

We've been through enough
already because of her.

- Someone planted a bomb.
- Stop it.

Leave us alone.
We won't let you ruin our lives again.

Oh, please, ma'am. I'm a journalist.

I'll stay out here
for as long as it takes.

Tell your husband that it is urgent

that I speak with him
about his relationship with Eva.

Forget about it.
Everyone around her ended up bad.

My husband got too close
and our family paid the price.

So if you get involved,
you will pay as much.

- Ma'am, please.
- Get out of here.

The government hears
foolish rumors about the corpse.

No one believes it's still intact
after three years.

One of the ministers thinks
you buried her in a cemetery

and replaced the body with a wax figure.

- What would I get from that?
-Fame?

And well, the ability
to stop rumors about you.

DR. ARA: What rumors?

The President is told countless things.

Listen to this report.

All right.

It says...

"The Spaniard
is in love with the cadaver."

Spaniard, that must be
you I presume.

He touches her, caresses her breasts.

A soldier caught him putting his hands
between her legs repeatedly.

I would imagine this is not true.

I don't have any reason to deny, Colonel.

Listen, for two and a half years,

I left the body
in perfect condition at night,

awoke to it,
with her at the following day.

I pointed out that
in order to regain her beauty,

it was necessary to settle her insides.

But it's not necessary anymore.

Since I finally figured out a way
to keep the body from changing,

once and for all.

Doctor, the President says the body
can no longer be in your possession.

You have no way to protect it.

Has he authorized it to be taken, Colonel?

He has.

It's the President's orders
to do it in secrecy.

If anyone in this country
knew where the body is,

no human force could protect it.

Either from the ones who love her
or the ones who hate her.

- Then be careful, Colonel.
- Uh-hmm.

Because when I lose sight of her,

no one will be able to know
if it's really her or not.

DR. ARA: Tell me, Colonel...

is that the real one?

Or is that one?

Or this other one?

How did you get these copies?

From an Italian sculptor.

They were to be displayed
at the mausoleum

in memoriam to Mrs. Eva.

Since they never did that,

I asked him to leave them here
as a way to protect my work.

Which one's the real one?

DR. ARA: If you wanna take her,
I ask you to let me prepare the body.

It won't make it long
otherwise not without my care.

-Which one?
- Three days tops, that's all I...

Which one is it!

Let's see if you get it now.

And stop messing around, you scumbag.

Stop snooping.

Although she looks good,

- you should know that my work...
-Just shut up!

Step aside.

Get out of my sight.

Get out, I said.

What is it?

Get out of here?

I won't repeat myself again.

Get out of here!

What are you doing?

Uh, nothing, ma'am.

- I was about to take out the trash.
- You think I'm an idiot?

What are you writing down?
Give me that.

Calculation of blood loss, August 19th.

Five cubic centimeters and three quarters.

Are you measuring my blood, soldier?

Are you calculating my loss or what?

Ma'am, it's not like that.

Meeting with the metal workers.

She looks good. Gets dizzy at the end.

Doesn't want to rest. She keeps working.

Since when have you been spying on me?

I'm not spying on you.

Don't play me for a fool.

No, wait.

I'm here to take care of you.

- Who gave you orders?
- Ma'am, the General.

Get out of here now!
I never wanna see your face again!