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-Correa?
- Mm-hmm.

Were you there
when the body was taken?

Dr. Ara had to hand it over
to that traitor.

Colonel Moori Koenig.

We'll take care of tossing
the leech's corpse away.

No one will know
who's taking the real one.

Do you mean the tyrant's wife, Colonel?

- When did you get this?
- Last night.

And they've been calling me too.

They scared my wife.

That's why I asked you to come.

- I thought you might know something.
- No. No idea, Colonel.

They evidently know my every move.

- They seem to know what they're doing.
-Any clue on who it might be?

The men you found for me
are top of the list.

- Who do you most suspect?
-All three of them equally.

- Relieve them.
- No, I won't do that.

They'd start talking and that would be it.
We must find another way.

Do you have a plan?

You'll take care of Fesquet and Galarza

- while I deal with Arancibia.

- Come in.

Come in, Arancibia. Close it.

- You wanted me, Colonel.
-Yes.

You and I are going
to be completing the mission tonight.

Hmm. We're burying her.

No.

We'll provoke the enemy.

What enemy, sir?

I met her
during the San Juan earthquake.

Do you remember how we organized
for Labor and Social Security,

a helping committee
for the people of San Juan?

- There were 8,000 people dead.

I also phoned a few artists

so that they would go raise
some funds out in the streets.

Among the numerous artists, Eva also came.

She was a very sensitive woman.

So, she stayed there
at Labor and Social Security.

Then we became very close, etcetera.

And so, we started working together
because she was very capable.

- What an extraordinary woman.
-Shh!

- Did I wake you?
- Yes.

- What are you doing?
- Um, some things for work.

The article Emilio asked for.

- What are those recordings?
- Irene.

Yeah, I see that you're hiding something.
Tell me what it is.

-It's nothing.
-What is it?

-I said it's nothing.
-Tell me, what is it?

Recordings of an interview
I had with the General.

Put it away! Are you crazy?

How can you keep that at home?
It's dangerous.

-You're overreacting.
- It's serious.

It's eight hours of conversation
with you-know-who.

- Am I supposed to act like a fool?
- Lower your voice.

You do more risky things every day.
Your friends coming in and out.

- We can take care of ourselves very well.
- I'm sure of it. Oh, I'm sure of it.

- Believe me!
- You are such a hypocrite.

All you do is criticize me

but now since you're doing it,
it's suddenly okay.

You're wrong.
That's completely irrelevant.

- Right, this is work.
- Shh! That's what I'm saying.

Eva's corpse is too much.
This investigation has made you a target.

- I'm worried. What are you getting into?
- I'll tell you when I can, okay?

- I promise
- Oh, when you can.

Who's not giving you permission?

Perón?

Emilio?

Ego?

- They're all before me. Every time.
- You know you always come first my love.

Don't call me love.
And get that out of my house now.

Uh, uh, Irene...

Good morning, I'm looking for Correa.

Vázquez!

-How are you doing?
- What's up?

- How did it go?
- Um...

I talked to Moori's wife.

- Uh-huh.
- They didn't appreciate

my asking about him.

Mm-hmm.

- Did she say something about the colonel?
- Nothing.

And however much I search,
I can't seem to find anything.

- Not a picture, not a mention anywhere.
- No, you won't find anything.

He's a phantom.

- He's always lived in the shadows.

They recommended
that I look for some guy named Cifuentes.

- Oh, boy.
- But I can't find anything

- about him either.

Come with me.

Very few people know this place.

Do you see that window?

That one.

A comrade saved it

from the Presidential Residence's
demolition.

He got demolished in the 1955 coup.

They were panicked at the idea
that people turn it into a sanctuary.

- Hmm.
- It's from Evita's room.

That was the last window
she ever looked out of.

-What about the stags?
-These stags...

They were hanging on the walls
of the residence of the president.

- Perón loved them.

Hmm. They broke all they could.

We rescued some pieces,
others were thrown into the river.

Mm-hmm.

Some people say
that at the bottom La Plata River...

there are many fragments
of pictures of Evita,

that one day will come together...

- and finally return.
- Hm.

I'm sure of it. But...

let's see.

Oh, it's this I wanted to show you.

Take a look.

Hmm, no, no.

The Fanatic.

- This was written by Cifuentes?
-Yes.

He befriended Moori after that book.

You wouldn't believe the profanities
he wrote in there about Evita.

Let me...
Oh, you'll find this interesting.

It's one of the few pictures of him.

- I didn't know he was a writer.
- No, no.

He's not, though he wrote a lot of books
but all of them attacked Evita.

He hated her
but he wasn't the only one. Look.

They said some nasty things
about her while she was alive.

But when she died,
they let loose and the venom spewed.

- Why do you think they hated her so much?
- Because...

they couldn't stand the idea of a woman
having more power than them.

Especially, a woman who came from nothing.
A self-made woman.

-She was so young!
- Yes. She was 16 when she started.

Magaldi gave her a helping hand,
didn't he?

I don't think so.
She didn't remember him fondly.

From behind the display window
What I was never going to have

Because my mom was so poor

Who doesn't have even a toy to play with

Thank you. Thank you. Okay, okay. Okay.

- Hello, Mr. Magaldi.
- I came from Tandil.

- From Tandil? Beautiful place.
- Yes.

-Beautiful place.
-I'm from Olavarría.

-Olavarría?
-Thank you so much.

Another beautiful place.
Thank you so much.

- Who? Who else?
- Can I get an autograph? So...

- Can I get your autograph?
- Oh, I'll be back. I'll be right back.

- What are you doing here, Eva?
- I wanted to see you.

- I told you not to come.
- But I was bored

and thought that maybe coming here
to see you would be a nice surprise.

- No. No, it isn't.

- Let go of me. Not here.

I told you clearly, not here.

Not at my workplace.
No, we've talked about this, Eva.

Yes, but maybe if they see us
here together,

- they will give me an audition.
- I already got you one.

- But I was nervous then.
- Hi, Eva.

- Hello, how are you doing?
- Go right to the boarding house.

- Wait for me there.

Did you hear me?
I'll see what I can get you.

- Give me some time.
- But can I go with you? Tell your friend!

Tell him to take me with you.
I don't bite.

- When will I see you?
- I don't know, I don't know.

I'll try to come by tomorrow.

- Goodbye!

Let's synchronize our watches.

-8:25, Colonel.
- Shit.

The time she left this world.

- Please.
- I already told you, he's not here.

- Go ahead, tell me...
- Sweetie?

Marito!

What are you doing here?
Are you okay?

- Yes. Yes, I'm fine.
- You're looking for him.

Yes. Last night, they said he'd be here.

Yes, but he still
hasn't come back from tour.

Do you have any idea
when I'm gonna see him again?

- I have a rent to pay.
- I have no idea.

- Come, I'll buy you dinner.

I can't do this anymore.

I don't know what to do, Marito.

Have you talked to your mom?

Maybe you should think
about going back to Junín

- for a while.
- No. No.

I'll die if I go back there.

- I'd rather stay and kill myself.

Don't talk like that! That's nonsense.

Tell me, Marito.

Why am I unloved...

huh?

Why me?

- What have I done wrong?
- Nothing!

You're not doing anything wrong.

It's just a matter of time
and of luck as well.

Hmm.

I don't have either of those things.

Look...

that guy over there...

he's the editor of Crítica.

He knows everyone in the industry.

He's a nice guy and owes me a few favors.

Let me see if I can get you something.

Well, look, who it is. How have you been,
my friend. It's been too long.

- I'm glad to see you.

Her name is Eva, a talented beyond,
just come on over. I'll introduce you.

Of course, I understand.

It's clearly a matter of time
but this ends today, Antonio.

I made an appointment with her,
I'll demand she tells me the truth.

Are you sure she's really coming?

- I told her that my poor mom...
- Yes, you can.

- ...needs to see her at once.
- Ma'am, you can come right in.

- I swear, she really couldn't refuse.
- Yes, you can.

Oh, Marito, I'm so nervous.

- You're gonna be great.
- I don't know how to thank you.

- I really owe you so much.
- No, just a cup of coffee, Sweetie.

- ...not to question me.

- Go!

Since I know her,
I'm telling you what I think.

It wouldn't be the first time
you fell for her tricks.

- Someone's here.

- I bet it's her. Let's see.
- It's the moment of truth.

- Isabel, open the door.

- Oh, hello. Please, ma'am. Come right in.
- Thank you, dear.

You came, Eloisa.
You're prettier than ever.

Yes, yes. I understand.

-I don't have...
- You need to see this.

Okay. I have to go.
We'll catch up later, bye.

Let's go to the big room
where no one can bother us.

- What's that?
- They're from Correa for Perón.

- He says, he'll enjoy having them.
-You had me worried.

- Irene was asking for you.
-What did you tell her?

The truth, that I had no idea
where you were.

Well, I'm in the dog house.

- And nothing I say seems to work.
- That's marriage, my friend.

- So, shall we go to the room to see this?
- Yeah, sure.

One more thing, why don't you go
and you call your informant?

I need... information on this guy.

- Uh. Cifuentes.
-Aldo Cifuentes.

He is the way to Moori.

- What more?
-Do you have a cigarette?

Catch!

Turn the lights off.

It's so weird
to see her with dark hair.

I think this is from Only the Valiant.

That's where Alcaraz met her.

Alcaraz told her
she would look better as a blonde.

He styled and dyed her hair for her.

Ah, the night they met.

The fundraiser for the San Juan
earthquake victims at the Luna Park Arena.

Rumor has it, she desperately
wanted to sit next to him.

- Then her life changed.
- It's wasn't really like that.

They already knew each other.
The General told me in the interview.

- Please, tell us what you gonna do?
- Will you still trust us?

You really need not worry,
who else could I trust?

No longer does a man rule my life.
It's ruled by my people.

I'm telling you now,
I have only one love...

England.

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- Do you know anything else?
- Yeah.

Sosa heard that
Perón is coming to the studio.

- Perón?
- Yes!

- Oh, what? Today?
- Well, I don't know.

Apparently, he's going to make
an announcement at Studio two.

Hurry up, I want to see him!

- Good morning.
- Welcome.

- Thank you, you're too kind.
- My General.

Thank you, good morning. Good morning.

Good morning, how do you do?
Thank you very much.

Good morning. Yes, please.

Nice to meet you.

The Secretary
of Labor and Social Security

summons everyone on Monday.

I'm calling on all cultural
and business leaders...

all representatives...

shall join us...

from all trades and services,
from banking and factories,

those in sports and culture,

from the theater stage
to the movie screens...

I call on all to participate...

to form one...

new commission for a fund raising campaign

to benefit all the unfortunate victims
of the San Juan earthquake.

My Colonel...

hear that?

It's nothing.

Hear that, she's moving.

It's nothing.

It's the copies that are buried.

This is her, the leech.

- I noticed at once because of the smell.
- All of them smell.

The corpse, the copies.

- They were all treated with chemicals.
- No.

This corpse breathes.

I don't know.

Maybe the embalmer put something
in her insides to oxygenate them.

- Maybe she has a microphone, Colonel.
- Impossible.

The government's doctors took X-rays.
The deceased is intact.

And so...

It is her.

The real her.
She's there.

Hear her breathing.

That's just the wind.

They obviously met many times
throughout that campaign.

And he was fascinated
by the way she was committed

to the aid work that she did.

Are you making this up?
Or writing a novel?

I'm just repeating
what I was told by the General.

FOR WORK AND PENSION

-Hey!
- Let's go!

All right, it looks good.

- Ma'am, thank you.
- Thank you, dear.

But do you have enough
for your children's food?

We are so much more fortunate
than those people in San Juan

- we'll be just fine.
- Thank you.

- She's so cute.
- Perón's coming! Here comes Perón!

How are you? How are you doing? Hello.

- It's very crowded, isn't it?
- Thankfully, yes.

I'm honored you chose my box
for your first contribution, Colonel.

A woman with guts.

I like that.

I can imagine the things we could do

if we had more people like you
in the government.

- Your name is...
- Duarte.

Eva Duarte.

That explains it all! She's a syndicalist.

I'm merely a worker.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

I admire much of what you're doing
as the Secretary of Labor.

Thank you very much.

Thank you, dear,
for helping out with this tragedy.

I want to help more!

I want to go to San Juan.

That's where they need helping hands.

I will get along with people there.

I know their needs
because we speak the same.

It's a very tough,
painful situation back there.

I know.

That doesn't scare me.

Please.

- You won't regret it.
-Colonel.

Mrs. Libertad Lamarque
wants to say hello to you.

- Will you come, please? Thanks.
- Yes. Oh, sure.

- Pardon me.
- This way.

Colonel?

- A pleasure.
- Pleasure's mine.

I don't think the leech is in there,
My Colonel.

Stop fooling around, Arancibia!

- I think she's gone, I can't hear her.
- And you never could!

What an imagination!

- Get yourself together.

My Colonel...

Why don't we check
if she's still in there?

You know it, sir.

This is a strange woman.
She's capable of anything, even now.

She's always has been strange.

- Open it.

Be careful.

She's like the moon, look.

- As though she was carved by an artist.
-Calm down, Arancibia.

Stay alert.

What are you doing?

Close it now.

Open spaces are bad for her. Come on.
Shh! Be careful.

- Would you look at that?

It is her, after all.

She has nothing left.

The Spiritual Leader.

The Champion of the Impoverished.

Lonelier than a dog now.

She wants in...

- And all that's supposed to be dark...
-What are you doing?

Practicing a poem
I want to recite tonight.

You think they'll let us recite poems?

I don't know, but I'll insist.

I've been practicing for long time,
I want to do it.

I love it when you do that.

I hope it's not one of those poems
that only you like.

- No one understands them.
- No, no.

- This one's short and sweet.
- Oh, will you recite it now?

- No.
- Do it!

- No, tonight.

-It's Julio!
- Come in.

I didn't prepare anything.

- Well, you can always improvise.
- Hmm.

- How do I look?
- Ah, beautiful!

- Do I?
- That dress, it drapes so nicely on you.

- Yes.
- And you, my child! Please!

Will you put on a flashier dress?

Lots of important people
are going to be there tonight.

- Tonight, everybody must see you shine.

But Julio,
it's an important fundraising event!

- Not a day to show off.
- A star shines every day,

- in every single location.

- Well, that's true.
- It's the Luna Park Arena.

No one will notice you
unless you're stunning.

- Ah. This one...

Try it.

- No, I look like a clown.

- Come on! This one's beautiful.

Mm. Let's see. Try this one. Hmm.

Hmm. No, I don't think so.

- No?
- No, it doesn't work. No.

More for a baptism.

- Perhaps...

...this one.

I always thought that night
at the Luna Park Arena

was when they first met.

That's what they wanted us all to think.

A good part of the country
likes to believe that too.

That she was a bad actor,
a gold-digger, social climber.

That sounds like the lyrics of a tango.

There's just something about it
that makes the story more... more our own.

So, that night after that big final event,

there was a chance
they might never meet again.

Yes. But it wasn't like that,

because something happened
that changed everything.

And did he mention that day
during the interview?

No.

-Emilio?

It's Rodriguez.

- Yes?

Sorry to interrupt,
we're about to close the edition

- and we need to...
- Mm-hmm. Thanks for letting me know.

- I'll be right there. Thank you.

He's so nosy,
he likes to know everything, doesn't he?

I asked him to let me know.

- I have to check the closing.
- Go, I'll wait for you.

No, I'm going home afterwards.
They're waiting for me.

- Do you need a ride?
- No, I'll stay here and finish watching.

Leave the key on my desk. Bye.

- Bye.

- Up?
- Yes, thank you.

Could you give me a cigarette?

Yes.

- They're black, though.
- Ah, look.

- I would have never imagined.
- Hmm.

- Have a light?
- Yes.

I'm just leeching.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Take care.
- Thank you.

Colonel!

-Colonel!

Colonel!

No one touches anything
until the Colonel sees it!

What's going on?

- What happened?
-Come. Look.

What are you looking at?
Behind the pillar!

Stay right there!

What happened?

I didn't think you'd be interested
in tango, being so young.

- I'm not that young.
- Oh, what does that say about me then?

I know your age.

It's everywhere.

And what is your favorite tango,
if I may ask?

Like Two Strangers.

- Oh, what a song!

My heart begged for it

- Great song, indeed.

- I had no idea you're a great singer!
- No, I'm not. Just don't talk about it.

- A soldier singer isn't trustworthy.

Your secret is safe with me.

I guess this is goodbye.

Thank you very much.

I'm not lying when I tell you

this was absolutely
the best night of my life.

Tango included?

Definitely included!

And how are you getting back home?

With you.

Uh, Colonel...

Thank you for existing.