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we're trying to
do some things that, actually,

that I'm too tired to do.

But, we'll--

But as Faye Dunaway, I think
it was, she-she said,

when Bonnie and Clyde came out
and all, she said she tried
to give people what they wante.

That's a mistake, really.
I know.

But, uh, you can do it,
but only after...

you use up everything you got
tryin' to give everybody what they want.

But I will learn
my lesson soon,

and then you will
buy more records, right?

'Cause you'll want to see me.

Okay, let's see
what we can do, uh,

with this lovely,
lovely thing that goes...

past all racial conflict,

and all kinds of conflicts.

-It is a reflective tune.

you will have occasion to say,
"What is this thing called time?"

You know, what--
what is that?

The clock.
You go to work by the clock.

You get your martini
in the afternoon by the clock,

and you have your coffee
by the clock,

and you have to get on a plane
at a certain time
and arrive at a certain time.

And it goes on and on
and on and on.

And time is a dictator,
as we know it.

Where does it go?
What does it do?

Most of all, is it alive?

Is it a thing that we cannot touch
and is it alive?

And then one day, you look in
the mirror... how old.

And you say,
"Where did the time go?"

We'll leave you with that one.

General Lachte, leaving
the palace to cast his vote,

asked people to look at
the past 12 years and judge fairly.

He spoke briefly with a group
of supporters gathered on
the lawn and then departed.

Polls show General Lachte's lead
has eroded sharply
in the last few months,

particularly in the capital.

Papers.

Sergeant Rejas.
Hello?

What about her?

She drove all night.

Where have you come from?
The capital.

That's 1,700 miles.
Mmm.

What brings you here?
Her father.

He's being buried this afternoon.
Sorry.

Why-Why do you have
temporary papers?

Mine were stolen.
Even temporary papers need a photo.

Technically,
I should detain you.

Pisac, stay with the truck.
Would you mind getting out, please?

How was the road?

Government assures us
it will be finished any day now.

I'm sure you have faith in
all government pronouncements.

Yes. Of course.

I was hoping to take that road tomorrow.
Why?

I've been promoted.

So your name is
Melquiades Durán?

And you're a laborer?
Mm-hmm.

You were born in Galiteo de Marañon?
That's right.

Has your colleague
always been corrupt?

I don't know about always,
but certainly in the three years
I've known him.

Does that bother you?

I was a lawyer once,
so regrettably, I have some
familiarity with corruption.

Distinguishing marks?

What's-What's wrong
with your neck?

The country gives me
a rash from time to time.

The countryside.
That, too.

I have to take you outside.

Will you take off
your glasses?

That's it.

One second.
I'll be right with you.

Sergeant Rejas.
Hi, Sylvina.

Listen, I have--

Hold on a second.

Hey, Pisac.
Pisac!

What--
What are you doing?

What the fuck is that?

Wow.

"The point of the next century...

"will be for man
to rediscover his gods.

Long live el Presidente Ezequiel."

Who the fuck's Ezequiel?
There's something in his throat.

Yes, there is.

Dynamite.

Right. Okay.

Sergeant Gómez?

It's Lieutenant Rejas.
Um, will you check in our library...

any reference to a person,
or perhaps an organization
called Ezequiel?

Like the prophet.

No, Gómez, in the Bible.

And also what a dead dog
might symbolize?

Yes. Thank you.

Have you any ideas, sir?

In my village, when you died,
your family buried your dog with you.

Why?

Dogs were good at swimming
across rivers in the underworld.

People believe that?

Sucre, where I grew up,
we were taught foreigners were demons...

who came to rob
our body grease...

and that the government used this...
human fat to lubricate its machines.

Mm-hmm.

Sir, should I ask him
if he wants to borrow my penis?

Should I?

Lieutenant Rejas?
Yes.

Sergeant Sucre?
I'm Major Kwan.

Thank you for helping us out.

At the other side of the building,

there's a door in the wall.

In the next few minutes,
a man will walk up.

At his request, then you open the door,
wait by the car...

and make sure no one engages him
in conversation...

or takes his photograph.

And for your information,

do be discreet in what you say.

There are microphones
everywhere.

May I ask you to pull your car over there?
Thank you.

And who is this person?

A private citizen.

Hey. What's in the briefcase?

My laundry.

His laundry.

Yes?

Don't worry,
I'll spell it out for you.
E-Z-E...

Q-U-I...

E-L.

Excuse me, weren't you a junior partner
at Belaunde and Vargas?

Yes, I was.

Good luck, Mr. President.

Viva el presidente.
Congratulations, el presidente.

Let me hang this up first.

Yeah, rice wine has
that effect on me, too.

So, who was
that shadowy motherfucker?

Tristán Calderón.
He's a lawyer.

He represented the drug cartels.

He represented that British soldier
who made all the students disappear.

He also represented the president-elect
In a statutory rape case.

How do you know?

I worked at the law firm
which acted as counsel for the girl.

I never heard about this.
What happened?

She dropped the case
after her father lost his job
and... her brother was raped.

She now lives in Miami.
Jesus Christ!

Fuck.

what sort of a person would do that?

I don't know.

But I wouldn't entirely
rule out a cat lover.

I have something for my father,
Señor Granizo.

Okay, okay.
Señor Granizo!

Here's your son.

Papa, papa.

Viva el presidente Ezequiel!

Viva el presidente Ezequiel.

You were a lawyer before?

That's right.

Lawyers...
they're the worst.

Bent. But you never catch them.

Do you want one?

No, thanks.

Why did you want to be a lawyer?

I don't think I did want to be a lawyer.
Well, what did you want to be?

I wanted to be a coffee farmer.
Like my father.

So why didn't you?
What stopped you?

I lack a coffee farm.

What happened to your father's?

The military seized it.

Do you have a feeling about that,

or are you the Gary Cooper type?

Yes, I do have a feeling about that.

But perhaps I am the Gary Cooper type.

So... you went to university.

You got yourself
a first-class degree,

a prestigious law prize.

Worked with a bunch of fat cats...
suddenly, you quit.

Not to move to Florida,
like anyone with half a fucking brain,

but the San Luis Police Academy.

Jesus Christ, Rejas,
you're 36 years old.

You could be heading
for a judgeship by now,

not a lieutenant having to make ends meet
on diplomatic road watch.

Why are you here?

I heard a powerful attorney
once say that...

the establishing of the truth
was only one of the things
a trial is for.

That is when I understood
the law wasn't for me.

Do you have a delicate constitution
or something?

No, sir. No.

You speak Quechua?

Well, yes.
My mother's part Indian.

At police college...

we used to make
the Indians eat dog shit.

Then it's fortunate that
I wasn't in your class, sir.

Fortunate for whom?

I should think both of us.

All right, now, look.
Here's what I want you to do.

I want you to take four people--

if you can find four
who aren't on some criminal's payroll--

and I want you to investigate
this entity called Ezequiel.

Find out what's happening,
before the army does.

Do you want to see the army
back on the street again?
No, sir.

You can go.
Thank you, sir.

May I take this?
Mm-hmm.

[ In Quechua ]

See you later. Bye.
Bye.

Hi. How are you?
Hi.

Fine.

Bye.

"Man stoned to death.

"A 33-year-old policeman
was stoned to death...

last week in Sierra de Puna."

"Mystery surrounds body.
An unidentified body was found...

"with the limbs hacked off
on a roadside near Juaja,

"200 miles east of the capital.

"A note attached to the man's neck
was written in the victim's blood:

'Hurry to cut off
the fat arms of the damned.'"

"A message found
on the body declared,

'Guns will make us powerful,
butter will only make us fat.'"

"Dead dogs suspended from lamp posts.
Macabre spectacle."

"The body had been skinned alive
using a high-pressure water hose."

♪ Workin' at the car wash, yeah ♪

Do you like it?
Yes. It's really sweet.

Where might I have put my Bible?

I think I put that sort
of thing in the cabinet.
Yeah?

Good morning.

Jesus Christ.
Are you with the police force?

Sergeant Sucre,
you begin.

Uh, we've drawn a blank
with the boy bomber, sir.

A small part of his face
was left intact,

so I've been able to circulate
an artist's impression.

He was about 10 years old,
probably not a local.

Before entering the hotel,
he'd drunk a bottle of Inca Kola...

and eaten some meatballs with rice.

But no one's claimed the body,
and no one in town
has heard of Ezequiel before,

so we have no suspects.

What about those dogs?
Clorindo, please.

Yes. Well, as it turns out,

it's not the first time
dogs have been killed like th.

In the last election,
dogs were strung up...

in at least two villages
in the Ayacucho region.

I've checked the folklore,
bearing in mind one or two
references to Deng Xiao Ping.

Yes. In China, you may
be interested to know,

a dead dog is symbolic of a tyrant
condemned to death by his people.

Llosa.
In the remoter valleys
around the Huallaga,

masked robbers have twice in
the last month been reported
conducting kangaroo trials.

The targets in both cases were
government representatives.

They were executed in a ritualistic way,
with stones or knives,

then messages were written
in their blood.

A strategic equilibrium.

Anybody here know
what the fuck that means?

You've traced some of this,

this crap, back to
a German philosopher, huh?

Well, so far, I've found
three references from Kant...

and two from the prophet Ezequiel, sir.

Yes, but who is this Ezequiel?

Some guy who never got laid?

Some smart aleck who reads too much?

Some creep on a bridge,
spitting at the traffic?
What is your theory, Rejas?

Well, if it is a creep
spitting off a bridge,
he has a lot of saliva, sir.

It seems these actions
started in the countryside...

around the time
General Lachte stepped down.

Most have taken place
in isolated communities...

where the idea of a central government
almost doesn't apply.

And I have to emphasize
that there haven't been a ton of them.

About 37 in five years.

And at first glance, they might
appear to be random and scattered.

In no case was there ever a name.

Lieutenant, what are you saying?

I'm saying that five years ago,
these actions,

which were thought at
the time to have been taken
by a secret wing of the army,

or by drug cartels,
or by student organizations,

in fact, may not have been.

Yeah, well, then who's behind it?
We have a name, don't we?

We do now have a name...

but so far,
there isn't a manifesto.

There isn't a plan.
There isn't a spokesperson.

We don't have any clue
as to who the leaders are.

There isn't an organization
or a known HQ.

There is only someone called Ezequiel.

So, what you're saying is,

we don't know what he or she is,

who they are or what they want?

No, sir.

Can you speak?
Yes.

Do you have any conclusion?
It appears a revolution
could be going on,

but a revolution that
has yet to declare itself
in act or intention.

For the moment.

Tomcats.

Do you know anything
about them, Rejas?

No, sir.

If you're looking for a tomcat,
you don't send two dogs up an alley,

because they knock over garbage
cans, they bite, they fight...
fuck each other in the ribs.

Cat just leaps up a tree
and pisses on them.

You send in someone who knows
the other one's way of thinking.

How he smells.

How to meow.
You send in another tomcat.

So I want you
to be my tomcat, Rejas.

Very well, sir.

Sweetheart?

Hi.
Where's your mother?

Hi, honey.
Hi.

Marco sent the camera and the film.

He got it for his birthday,
and he already has one.

Augustín, I know
we can't afford it now,

but... which one do you prefer?
Mm-hmm?

I can't decide.
The one you already have.

You're just saying that.
It changed Marina's life.

Marina's had a nose job?
My God, Augustín,

how can you be a detective?

She's had three nose jobs
since you've known her.

Why do you want to
look like your friends?
I don't want to.

I just don't want to spend
any more of my life
reminding people of Pinocchio.

I've been promoted.
Really?

I might even be paid now.

Mmm.

We wait six weeks for him
to put another packet in the fridge,

and last night we grab him.

But what's in the packet
this time?

A leg of fucking ham.
We have to let him go.

Six weeks watching
a fucking freezer!

Did you confiscate the ham?

Yes. It's what
we're having for lunch.

What about the student haunts?

We've got four cafes
under surveillance,

but we have to do it in rotation.
Mm-hmm.

It takes a lot of manpower.

Keep at it for the moment.
What else have we got?

Two homosexuals beheaded.
And they shot the mayor
of Silar in a barbershop.

Silar?
Any suspects?

Just 23 million.

Then we are narrowing it down.

If he's a democrat,
then I'm a fucking astronaut.

They could find him
if they wanted to.

They know him.
Quite a few people know him.

And even more people know
why we need him.

What we are discussing here
is a new birth,

and a new birth involves blood.

Okay, who says,

"It's necessary that our civilization
builds its temples...

"on mountains of corpses,
on an ocean of tears,

on the death of men without number"?

Napoleon.
Charo?

Von Hassler?

Right. Who said,
"I would like the last king
to be strangled...

by the sash of the last priest"?
Mussolini.

No.
Pol Pot?

Lord Rochester.
Jean Messelier.

Who said,

"Man's ultimate desire is to be God"?

Who is Ezequiel?

It's possible--
Fuck!

Why-Why do you say possible?
‘Cause I'm not sure.

But you said you were.

It's possible he was
a Kantian philosopher...

of no small distinction.

I taught with him
at San Cristobal University,
in Ayacucho.

And why do you think he's Ezequiel?

Because the kind of things
he believed.
Like?

He maintained he was
the fourth flame of communism...

after Mao, Lenin and Marx.

He was also fond of quoting
the prophet Ezequiel.

You're a man who understands history.
Right?

If you want to start a revolution,
why not issue a manifesto?

Why not show the people
who you are, what you're doing?

That's perfectly understandable.
Socrates wrote nothing down.

Neither did Jesus.
You see, the problem with text,

is that it assumes its own reality.

It cannot answer.
It cannot explain.

So if you wanted to be effective,
you leave no trace... right?

That's right.

Describe him.
But this was 10 years ago.

Then concentrate.

Average height.

Glasses, dark hair,

thin.
Dress?

Left Bank look.
Supposedly, he'd been
in Paris for a time.

Always a cigarette in his mouth.

Can you remember the brand?
Very well.

He made this thing of
preferring unfiltered Camels.

Mm-hmm.

Would you happen to have
a photo of him?

He would never allow himself
to be photographed.
I see.

So what is this person's name?

Rivas.

Edgardo Rodriguez Rivas.

Fine.
Thank you very much.

No. Honey. Wait.

Marco saw the guy
who wrote it on TV.

He thinks women down here will love it.

I just hope Marina doesn't find out
where I got the idea from.

Would you read my speech?
I've written two pages.

That's enough, isn't it,
for 10 minutes?

I'll happily trade.

Hmm.
Let me see.

And you will be here to help?

You're not going to wriggle
out of my literary evening?

Of course I'll be here.

Come here.

"This novel is about
a photographer cowboy...

who is always bringing light
into women's lives."

Yeah?

Augustín.
Hey, Marina.

I can't read my handwriting.

So, is this the ballet school?

This is it, big boy.
Brought your tutu?

Where's Sylvie?
At the vet.

How's Mom's apartment?
Uh, listen, we're--

I'm sorry we are behind
with the rent.

I don't mean that.
I know you'll pay when you can.

Anyway, don't worry about that.
Mm-hmm.

Is it true what Sylvie said?
They've put you in charge?

Sylvina told you?
Yeah.

Well, we're not supposed to
talk about that publicly.

I'm not talking about it "publicly."

Is there a revolution going on?

Come on.
You promised to tell me, Augustín.

Otherwise, I will never know what to wear.
I'll keep that in mind.

All right.
Bye.
Bye.

Yes?
Have you a moment?

I'm Laura's father.
Oh...

Yolanda.
But Laura's left.

You didn't see her?
Yes. She's in the car.

Don't you want to bring her in?

I'd rather not.
It's about your letter.

Laura's told you, I guess.

Do you want some cake?
I made it this morning.

So, this is it.

I'm sorry about the mess,
but I wasn't expecting anyone.

Here's the money.
Yeah.

I'm sorry the check bounced.

I warn you,
it may not be the last time.

My employers are two months
in arrears with our salaries.

No, don't worry. It doesn't matter.

You're not the first ballet father
to bounce a check.

If you need it back,
you know where it is.

Sit down.
No, thank you.

Your daughter is
a real spot of sunshine.

Aah!

I'm completely soaked.

I'm not sure you can
answer this, but...

Should we encourage Laura?

I mean, my... my wife is keen for her
to join the Metropolitan.

Well...
They do take very few.

Then are we wasting our time?

I have the feeling she would rather
try the kind of-of things I do.

What is that?

So, Minister Quesada likes the theater?
No, he hates the theater.

But one of the actresses
sent him some tickets.

You said it would bea musical.

Is it a life you recommend?

It depends, if you want your daughter
to turn out like me.

What does that mean,
turning out like you?

No idea. I'm usually moving
too much to think about that.
Thankfully.

Bring back Robert Wilson!

No, don't!

You funded this!
Get on with it!

It must be very demanding.
Physically.

Yes. Sometimes.

Why does Laura need
to be on a diet?

Oh, no, she shouldn't
be on a diet.

She needs energy,
and she's lovely as she is.

I think so.
Yes, I think so.

Did you call the police?
Did they cut the lights everywhere?

Daddy?
Sorry, sweetheart. I'll be right out.

But, um...

What is it, Laura?

I answered your phone,

and you're supposed
to call the Fisherman immediately.

Would it be too much to ask
if I left Laura with you until
her mother can collect her?

Oh, but she doesn't need
to collect her.

Uh, it isn't far,
and I'd like a walk anyway.

Thank you.
That's very kind of you.

Remember, we don't tell people
what Daddy does for a living.

Of course not.
Will you be okay, Daddy?

Of course I will. Tell your
mother I'll call her later.
Okay.

Thanks again.
You're welcome.

Come.

So we can walk to the end
of Calle Diderot,

and then we turn left
at the corner, okay?
Okay.

Three dead. The minister,

his wife and a bodyguard.

Who were they?

Students, they said,
from the Catholic university.

No names, and they paid
in cash, right?

I was grateful for the business.

Mm.

Merino has spoken to the Americans
and Canadians.

They-They volunteered
help with forensics.

Fine. Thank you.

When did Minister Quesada arrive?

Someone's celebrating.

You drive.
Okay.

Stop. Wait!

Wait!

Wait.
Who gave this to you?

Who gave this to you?

Is that him?

Yes.
How do you know?

I took the photograph.

Late last night,
after an emergency meeting
of the cabinet convened...

to discuss the execution
of Interior Minister Quesada,

the president returned
to his private chambers.

He found this taped over his toilet.

Roughly translated, it says,
"Missed you at the opening,

but you'll soon be flushed away."

The photograph is uncredited,
you'll be pleased to hear.

General Merino,

11 months ago, I called to ask
what this officer knew about Ezequiel.

Today, our city woke up
to pictures of his face everywhere.

May I ask again what
you know about this man?

Well...

the leads are still very scarce.

I have to remind you
that until last night,

very little had happened
in the capital, if anything,

and we have almost no resources
for investigating.

All we know is there's been
a series of incidents...

which sometimes have a connection
with the name Ezequiel.

So, you don't know that he's called
Edgardo Rivas,

that he was a professor
of philosophy at Ayacucho...

or that these incidents which you feel
may be developing into a pattern,

are in fact 327 separate actions

up to and including
the murder of six policemen,

three mayors, 11 city counselors...

and the minister of the interior?

Gentlemen, it strikes me
there's actually a revolution going on.

May I ask why the chief of police
has seen fit to keep the palace
in the dark?

I've proceeded with this case
as I have done in my whole career.

It is a matter for the police
and for the judiciary.

I refuse to detain people
before we have evidence
that they are implicated.

And last night?

Are you asking me what goes on
in the president's bathroom?

No, Captain. I'm asking you
about Quesada's murder.

It was a theater group.
Two men and four women.

Allegedly from
the Catholic university.

This morning I interviewed
the only drama group there,

and they clearly had nothing
to do with it... nothing.

The president and five of
his ministers were also sent
complimentary tickets.

Blackout.
Lucky it wasn't Evita,

or we might not have a government.

What else can you tell us about Rivas?

This man hasn't been seen in 10 years.

And in that time,
what do you suppose has been
going through his mind?

I think he thinks that the capital
Is the head of the monster.

I think he thinks that if
the tree gives rotten fruit,
then you cut down the tree.

Is that what you think?

I think just because
the president is a rapist,
it doesn't make democracy bad.

I think success might have
come sooner had we reacted
earlier with a clear policy,

and if the state had an image
of being just, generous and firm.

Unfortunately, the state isn't that.

This professor...
I'd like to interview him.

He's disappeared.

Why did I know you'd say that?

Maybe he's in Miami.

Key witnesses often turn up there.

You have two more weeks
to catch Ezequiel.

If in that time another member of
this government is threatened,

or there's another incident like this,

I will bring in the army
with such rapidity,
such clarity of intent,

that you won't be worrying
about legal niceties.

Then I'd like to have
a list of staff...

with access to
the president's chambers.

Happily, there are only two of them.

The first is named "fuck."
The second is named "off."

How would the president feel
about seeing soldiers
on the street again?

Let the president's advisors
worry about the president's
feelings, Rejas.

Then I suggest...

their security should be
especially vigilant, sir.

I've already given instructions.

No restaurants, no beach,

not even church.

No church?

How old are you?

Well done.
Zileri, isn't it?

That's right, sir.
Come with me.

Any sign of the army?
I kept the location off the air.

Apparently, there were three of them.

They took off on foot,
and they were dragging someone.

Watch the car.
Yes, sir.

It's all right.

Help is coming.

Help's coming.

...el presidente Ezequiel!

You-You'll see a church
with a tin steeple.

We're there in two minutes.
Fine.

Okay. Go. Go.

Ha!

Blank, blank, blank.
All fucking blank shit.

Wait, here.
There's something.

Here is something.

Look like, uh,
Chinese and some weird word.

Might be in Greek.

What about these?
"9-1-0-9-2 hola.

1-7-8-9-1 elle.
2-4-3-9-0 doña cover."

What, a code, maybe?

Captain Rejas?

Captain Montesinos, military police.

I'm taking over this investigation.
Captain Montesinos,

under article 6223
of our civilian code,

you are trespassing on a crime scene.
Not anymore.

As of 7:50 p.m.,
the president declared martial law.

This is no longer your crime scene.

I have to ask you to leave this house.
Mm.

Yes, sir. I'll verify that.

I hope I can pull this cart by myself.
Then you say...

I got to get back in business again.
Okay, and then you go.

Hey, you guys, I need to lock up.

"And as Silkly says to Katherine,

'Old soul, don't worry,
you will survive.'"

The Strong Tend To Leave.

Isn't that clever?

I don't know whether to say,
"What's happened to you?"
or "Can I watch?"

I had a girl die in my arms...

with her face...

blown off.

Oh, my God.

They've declared martial law.

That should give you
some indication of what to wear.

Yeah. Sort of.
Mm.

How was your evening?

Sylvina's report was great.

But, Jesus, that book is shit.
Just the kind of crap
Marco actually read.

Laura.

What's going on?

The investigation now is in the hands
of the security forces.

They are taking all our files to copy,
and they have canceled our overtime.

Was that you?

Are you nuts?
Look at my face.

How do you think I keep it this way?
It was her.

Don't touch those.
They're personal.

Excuse me.

I asked you not to take them away.

Our orders are to take everything.

Hey!
Hey, you!

Montross.

Hey! Stop!
Basta! Basta!

Stop!
Stop!

Let him go!
Well, fuck it!

I said step away!

It's okay. I'm fine.

Fuck off.
I was beginning to think
the world had gone deaf.

How dare you kill
the theatrical group!

I told you we'd
established their innocence!

It's okay. We don't
need copies of these.

Get off me!
By the way,

you shouldn't be
so upset about this.

You're perfectly free
to continue your investigation.

It's just that from now on
you won't be so alone.

You know the great thing
about me, Llosa?

Do you?

Do you know what I like
so much about me?

Hmm? The truth?

Okay, I'll tell you.

What I like so much about myself...

is that I could
like myself a lot more.

Honestly.
I have that ca-pa-ci-ty--

Oh, ho ho.

♪ Here she comes ♪

♪ Who are you ♪

♪ I love to see your eyes ♪

♪ You're such a lovely girl ♪

♪ Oh, mamita, mamita ♪

Ay-yi-yi!

Llosa, run and ask her...

whether she wouldn't feel
more comfortable unencumbered.

by all that clothing.

I mean, she's--

Llosa, that's an order.

I meant that as an order.

Ahh. Bye.

♪ Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go ♪

No gym today.

Like a turn?
No, thanks.
I've seen her butt.

It's nice.

Jesus.

Police! On the ground!
Don't move!

On the ground!

¡Viva el presidente Ezequiel!
Right.

Llosa, see you later.

I hope so.

Y además.
Ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah.

Se va ser borracho.

Puro macho. Puro macho.

Why does he keep watching that?

He was his altar boy.

Did I baptize you?

Did I baptize you?

Is it out of cash?

Papers?

Excuse me.

Okay.
Do you know him?

Yes, he's my cousin.
Bye.

What are you doing in my war zone?

Well, I'm looking for
a cash machine that works...

when you don't have money
in your account.

Listen, I'm-I'm glad I ran into you.

I probably wouldn't have had
the courage to come and see you.

Are you going home?
Yeah.

I'll give you a lift.

When-When
I was Laura's age,

I played the flute
in-in the candle dance.

Oh, yeah?
Yes.

I've never met anyone
who has been in Ausangate.

That's funny.

Do you want to hear a little music?

I'd love to.

You know, this is what Laura has.
She has her own way of moving,

which you can't teach.

Just like the...
the girls in the sierra.

Can I help put this away?

Oh, no. I'm going
to do it myself, thanks.

Sit down.

Would you like some tea?
Sure.

You know, you shouldn't
take her out now.

She's so good. You'll be shocked
when you see her, really.

♪ Before the winter-♪

No! No!

Why are you screaming?

I can't breathe!

Your nose is bleeding.
Where are your shoes?

Calm down.
I'm sorry.
I can't breathe.

I can't breathe! Oh, please!
Take me outside.

Put your head back.
I can't stay in the dark.

Don't worry.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
Mm-hm. Here.

Oh, my God!
We'll go and find some light.

Miraflores has electricity.
Should we look for a pharmacy?

Oh, no. I'm all right.
It's stopped.

I'll stay with you a little while.

Yeah. Okay.

I'm so relieved you were
there tonight, you know.
Hmm.

I'm sorry, but I...
I don't like the dark.

Mm-hmm.
I hate it.

Any reason?
Oh--

Do-Do you only teach,
or do you still dance?

Well, just recently
I started working on a new piece, um--

I have an idea, but I still don't know.

It's, um--

What's it about?

Oh, something to do with the murder...

of that theatrical group, you know?
Mm-hm.

But--
But what?

It's unlucky to talk
about work in progress.

Now tell me about you.

I know that you are a father,
a husband and a lawyer--

And what else?

Well, yes, I'm a father
and a husband,

but I'm no longer a lawyer.
What do you do now?

I'm-I'm-I'm
trying to find, um,

a more honest way
of practicing the law.

I wanted to see you
before I left town.

So, if you're no longer a lawyer,
what-what do you do?

You said it's unlucky
to talk about work in progress.

You mentioned you were going away.

Where to?
My village.

You go back often?
No.

Not since my father died.
And when was that?

Uh, after the military
confiscated our farm.

And why now?

Well, I have to pay
a visit to an old friend...

who I think has something
worth traveling for.

Hm.
Be careful.

Okay.
This is fine, thank you.

I think I can make it.

You don't need to walk me up.

I've taken up too much
of your time already.

So, bye.
Bye.

Could I bring you back
anything from the countryside?

Maybe an emergency generator.

Not just a flashlight?

A Roman candle?
A box of matches?

A jar of fireflies?

Will you be gone long?

You know the fireworks
you see in the blackouts?

They say it's him
planning his operations.

His women love to kill.
It's an event.

Then they fuck for three days.
Ezequiel too.

He just does what he wants with them,
and they let him.

How do you know?
This broad I know from Tacna.

She hears things.
Man, it's no world revolution.

It's a fuckathon.

He's in the jungle.

Hmm?

Santiago.

If I told you that I knew some people...

had come to this village,

stayed in your house,

Murdered the village priest...

and that his last supper...

was a number of pages
from your Bible,

what would you offer
in the way of an explanation?

Ezequiel?
Uh-huh.

Your Bible.

Augustín.

número siete
entre diez minutos.

Is the curfew still on?
It starts in 15 minutes.

Ultimo aviso para los viajeros
del número tres.

Recuerden, los pasajeros...

deben llevar su pasaje
para comprobante.

Augustín, if you arrive
back today or call home,

we're staying the night at Marina's.

Bye.

Yolanda, it's Augustín.
Augustín.

I'm-I'm sorry
to ring out of the blue.

I'm told there are women you
can wake up in the middle of
the night and those you can't.

What's wrong?
What's the time?

It's-It's almost 2 a.m.

But-But
I'd like to see you now.

Are you free?
Maybe you are tired.

I'd love to see you.
Where are you?

Recojan su auto
por la parte de atrás.

How many pesos, señor?
No, thank you.

¿Señor?

Next week is my birthday.
Really?

Mm-hmm.
How will you celebrate?

Oh, rehearse, then classes,

more rehearsing, that's all.

On your birthday?
What about your family?

I don't know.
three years ago, I guess.

And, when he left, he said
the strangest thing to me.

He said I was someone
who was just along for the ride,

but that I wouldn't get off
until the very last stop.

Oh. Tonight,

I am prepared.

So, what's tonight's code?

Sorry?

What's tonight's code?

Blue.

Blue means, uh,

that you'll be rung
from out of the blue.

I want to find out
what prescriptions...

have been written by
a Dr. Edith Pusanga.

No, here in the city.

Yes, and also the translation
of the Chinese and Greek texts, okay? Bye.

Are you a good judge of character?

I think so.
Yeah.

So let's see.

They're from newspapers.

So, picture number two.

Who do you think that is?
Thanks.

Picture number?
Two.

Two. Well, he's obviously a thief.

Mm-mmm. No.
Murder victim.

So now. Mmm--

Yeah.
Picture number nine.

Policewoman?
Yeah.

Policewoman it is.
Now, your turn.

Have you already looked?

Just a little.

Uh, picture number seven?

I would say, um, a judge.

No.
No?

Murderer.

Number 10?
Mmm.

A thief.
Right.

Well, that means half the people we meet,

we get wrong.

Yeah.

Yeah. Exactly.

What is it?
Your wrist.

I always look at the man's wrist.

Or the side of his face
or his ankle--

The vulnerable parts.

You know, all intelligent people
can fake modesty.

But you really are modest.

So,

I can walk from here.

I'm sorry.

You don't have to apologize.
I have no illusions.

You think I'm worried about you?

I can't do this.

It would be really bad
for us to take a step further.

I feel like a child
standing on the edge of the sea...

in my sad yellow raincoat.

And you are telling me
not to get wet.

I want you to promise me
you'll be careful.

Yes.

And you, huh?

Yolanda.

Your wife called
to see when you're back.

I said you were on your way home.

Still no word on the doctor?
We're checking all the
prescriptions she wrote.

If you want us to go back seven years,
it'll take time.

By the way, she was a dermatologist.

Sir?
Yes?

Those translations you wanted
from the Chinese Embassy.
Thank you.

Sir?

Those Chinese words,

they are formulas for mixing fireworks
into different colors.

State of Siege.
Did you watch it, sir?

Yeah.
Most of it.

I left the tape at the office.

Of course, the terrorists are all...

very handsome French
actors with scarves,

while the policemen looked
like the inside of a butt.

Sir!

They don't have the ceviche
nor the Guadalajara dog.

Then I'll have a black bean burrito!

They don't have that either.

Who cares?
Just go, order something!

Can't even get a fucking hot dog!

Only two things left in this country
that work, tomcat.

Ezequiel...

and the women's volleyball team.

Your latest orders from the palace.

The reward has gone up
to 10 million.

Whoever captures Ezequiel,

turns him over to Calderón
and keeps it a secret.

What's that mean?
It means they'll shoot him.

It's a pity he had to bring in
all this murder and philosophy.

It was perfectly understandable
without that horseshit.

Elsewhere, an investigation
continues in the desert.

The body of a young woman
found in Parque Colón
is believed to be that...

of former model
Paulita Kellner.

A military spokesman
denies responsibility.

For the first time,
the government is describing--

My face is cracking.

Shh. Now, darling, you mustn't speak.
Give it time to set.

Now, you both listen to my speech.

Oh, Augustín, it's so exciting.

We're going to make
thousands of dollars in weeks.

It's the Sally Faye promise.
Sure, I'll listen.

We may win a Cadillac.

Here it goes, then. You guys listen.
Sure.

"Strategy is Sally Faye's
revolutionary skin care
for the older woman.

"This new alpha-hydroxide serum...

"will combat your skin
fatigue and sensitivity--

"what the Greeks
call psora, or itching.

"It will make your
fine lines disappear,

and your face look 10 years
younger overnight--"
Let me see that manual.

Daddy, look.

Daddy?
What's that?
What?

I've asked everyone
to come over tomorrow
without their makeup on...

so I can confirm their skin types.

Okay, honey.
It's ready to come off.
Come here.

Let me know if you need anything.
Thank you.

Again.

Can you turn down the sound, please?

Can we go back to the beginning?
Okay.

Is that really him?

Who's that?
That's Edith Pusanga.

And again.
Forward.

Wait. Okay.
Could you clarify that part?

C-Could you make it larger?

Stop. Stop. Stop.

There. How can we
find out what that says?

Is it a painting?

No. A window, could it be?

Could we blow up those letters?

More.

An advertisement, maybe.

No. Flip it.

No.

It's a street sign.

I keep thinking "Eros."
Eros.

Are you telling the Fisherman?
Not yet.

Can I widen the search,
look outside the capital?

No. He's here.
He's here.

Calderón's people rang twice.

They want to know why we
contacted the Chinese Embassy.

If-If you drew a map of
everywhere you've ever been,

they say you'd draw your own face.

Where?
Where are you?

Yeah.

Give me the pen...
and the paper. Hold on.

Yes, I know Calle Peron,
but it winds through half the city.

What about others?

W-Wait a minute.
Just one other?

In Sucros.

Calle Diderot.

You're a breath of fresh air.

After three weeks of sifting trash,

I feel like I need a year
in the scrubatorium.

We finally finished combing
through yesterday's refuse
in Calle Peron.

Dirty work, diplomacy.

740 garbage bags,

most of them filled with duck
a la fucking orange.

Cigarettes?

Marlboro, Marlboro Lights,
Winston, Dunhill,

Benson & Hedges,
Jockey Club, Lucky Strike,

Virginia Slims Menthol,
Gauloises.

Not a single unfiltered Camel.

What about medicines?

You got Xanax for panic attacks,
Prozac for clinical depression,

lithium for manic depression,
"X" for psychotic depression,

Maalox for stomach acid,

estrogen supplements for menopause,

yards of dental floss.

And I would calculate
enough used rubbers...

to fill the Chinese
ambassador's swimming pool.

I really hope people in this
street have cleaner minds.

No Dithranol? No Kenacort?

Nothing for the treatment
of eczema, acne vulgaris,

or any other skin condition.

I've been in Miami.

I know the heartbreak of psoriasis.

Sir? What color were the flares
the night of the Cafe Haiti bomb?

Some enormous piece
of shit is going on.

Last night, they caught
a girl near the water plant
with a bottle on her.

And my friend in the lab
says it was full of typhus.

He thinks he's won.

The whole country's about to fall,
but for the first time I can sense him.

You don't want us
to tell Calderón? Hmm?

He would supply us with enough men
to search every house.

Do you know how long it takes
a sequoia seed to germinate?

About 10 years.

Ten years. No different
to farming or fishing.

I know, sir, but--
The trick is knowing when to be impatient.

We're almost there, but not quite.

He's either here or in Calle Peron.

Should I start collecting now?

In, uh... a minute.

What was that?

Sounds like a dog at a Dumpster.

Hey...

who put the pubes on my Coke can?

That's got a nice little walk on it.

Who is she?

She teaches ballet.
How do you know?

My daughter goes there.

Single, is she, sir?

That's right.

Hello. She's waiting for someone.

You can start collecting.

What are you doing?
What?

Oh, yeah. I hate my Beretta showing
When I'm trying out a pirouette.

Hush.

Hush. Hush. Hush.

♪ [ Piano: "All Along
the Watchtower" ]

♪ Said the joker to the thief ♪

♪ There's too much confusion ♪

♪ I can't get no relief ♪

Happy birthday.

♪ Plowmen dig my earth ♪

I'll leave the slipper in the door.

♪ Nobody's up in this world ♪

♪ All along the watchtower ♪

♪ All along the watchtower ♪

♪ Princess kept the view ♪

I love garbage.
I can be around it always.

Calle Peron's finished.

Nothing of any interest,
except maybe this.

Marxism Today, property of
the Cuban press attaché.

Okay?

What about Diderot?
We're halfway through Diderot.

Mm-hmm.
We should be through by 5:00.

Anything?

Nothing to give you goose pimples.

And Gómez?

Problem with the maid in 332.

Her employer likes to plant
his own geraniums.

So today, Gómez is whitewashing
trees instead.

Soon everyone will want to move in.

Look, that gives you
plenty of time.

Yes, good luck.
Yes, I-I thought the way
you said it was fine.

Sir, I think you should come.

I have--
I have to go.

I'll talk to you later.
Bye.

Dithranol.

For the treatment
of eczema and psoriasis.

"Keep away from children."

Eh, but they're not Camels.
And they're filtered.

Which house?

The class began on time?
How many? Fourteen.

No, no, no. J-Just go--
Just go on painting those trees.

Should we warn the teacher?

No. That would create panic
among the girls
and alert Ezequiel about it.

I want you to find out
Who the landlord is
and whether there's a ground plan.

And move our men at Calle Peron
Immediately over to Calle Diderot.

And concentrate
on any movement upstairs.
And keep out of sight.

This is the captain.
I can't speak to you individually,

but I want you to listen carefully.

I've been inside the house.
It's divided in two.

Downstairs is the ballet studio.

Our suspect may be in
the upstairs apartment.

There's no access from the studio,

and the ballet mistress
doesn't know who lives upstai.

Probably our suspect relies
on a staircase at the back.

Once you're over the wall--
Once you're over the wall,

you are not to fire unless
you're fired on first.

Is that clear? There's
a dance class in there.

We wait until the class is out.

Captain Rejas?
Yes.

Meeting broke up a few minutes ago.
He's now watching television.

Who else is with him?
Three others.

They are resting
in a room at the back.

And the dance class?
It was fine, sir.

We wait until all
the mothers have left.

Is that clear?
Got it, sir.

Here they come.

Oh, God,
she's going back inside.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Come on.

Come on.

Good luck.
Bye.

Get on with it!

Look, sir, upstairs.

That's him, isn't it?

Men in position.

Sir, men in position.

We are ready to go.

This is the captain.
You can go in.

Well?

It's him.

Stand up before the captain.

Professor Edgardo Rivas?

Captain Rejas, antiterrorist police.

We've met before.

You will never kill...
this.

How many others?
Four.

It doesn't matter if you shoot us.

We are in history.

We are not going to shoot anyone.

Find him a sensible pair of shoes...

and take him outside.

Yes, sir.

No! No! No!

What are you doing?
Let her go!

Aaah!

Okay, calm down.
Those bastards!

Don't worry. Calm down,
calm down, calm down.
Oh, thank God.

Calm down. Calm down.
It's okay.

It's okay.
Thank God you're safe.

You don't know
who we've got upstairs.

What's going on?

What's going on?

Don't be frightened.

These are my men.

Don't you dare harm him.

You'll pay with your life
if you harm him.

Yolanda?

Aah!

Is Yolanda with you?

Everyone's with us, Captain.

Fourth flame of communism.

He's just a big, fat man
in a cardigan.

Sir,

it could be really dangerous...

if you don't ring Calderón.

Yes, yes, it could be.

Cecilia? Hmm.

Do you have the list
of press attachés?

And now, breaking news.
This is to confirm--

Any reward-Any reward
will go to the children...

Orphaned by the violence.

Who is the ballerina?
No more-No more questions.
Excuse me, no more questions.

I haven't finished the interrogation.

Thank you.

If you're not busy
during the next election,

I have a job for you.

The palace has refused comment--

and the whereabouts of Ezequiel
at present are unknown.

Captain Rejas did confirm...

that Ezequiel's real name
is Edgardo Rodriguez Rivas...

and that he was taken into
police custody without incide.

When will she come around?

Half an hour, maybe.

I gave her another shot at 6:00.

She didn't understand
what was going on.

You're wrong, boss.

Are you Rejas?
Mm-hmm.

Orders from the palace.
The prisoners are no longer
under your authority.

Okay. Get them out.

Professor Edgardo Rivas,
you're coming with us.

With infinite pleasure, comrade.

Ten days after the dramatic capture
of guerilla leader Ezequiel,

the political repercussions
are being felt.

Yesterday, a delegation of senators...

called on Police Captain
Augustín Rejas...

to run for president.

His enormous popularity
could unify the opposition...

and pose a great threat
to the ruling party.

Thanks to the efforts
of one honest man,

our country can now breathe easy...

for the first time in a decade.

Meanwhile, the most notorious terrorist
in the western hemisphere...

began a new life
on the island prison of San Lorenzo.

A military court today sentenced...

former ballerina Yolanda Celandin.

As Comrade Isabel,
she is believed to have run...

the section of operative support.

The most damning evidence,
a mention in her notebook...

of the café destroyed
by the Miraflores bomb.

Passing sentence, the judge
agreed to a symbolic punishment...

in addition to life imprisonment
without the possibility of parole.

Will you stand?

You will be condemned
to a cell without light.

Viva el presidente Ezequiel.

You wanted to talk about a deal?

So what's the deal?

It's about Yolanda Celandin.

What about her?

I want to address three terms
of her imprisonment.

Which terms?

First, I would like her
to be allowed blankets, books,

and writing material.

And?
Second,

I insist that she be moved
to a cell with light.

I want to be clear on this.

If we meet these conditions,
you're saying you'll give your word...

you won't run against the president
in the next election?

In the next election?

No.

Let me tell you right off,
this is impossible.

Your demands are preposterous,
and besides,

as you well know, they contravene
the due process of law.

But let us imagine a situation
in which they could be met.

Mm-hmm?
We would need reassurances.

You would have to give
your public support to the government.

The president is a man much maligned,
but he sees the bigger picture.

Despite the fact you disobeyed
his express orders,

he remains anxious
to show the nation's gratitude.

I know he would like to
offer you a judgeship.

This could be announced
at the press conference,

the sooner the better.

And the third condition?

A quiet release after five years.

That would not be mentioned
at the press conference.

By the way, she already
had writing material.

This came back with
the blankets you sent her.

She's only a young woman, Rejas.

72% water.

Yet you could have been president.

Let's see what we can do, uh,

with this lovely, lovely thing...

that goes past all racial conflict...

and all kinds of conflicts.

It-It is a reflective tune,

and sometime in your life,

you will have occasion to say,

"What is this thing called time?"

You know, what--
what is that?

The clock.
You go to work by the clock.

You get your martini
in the afternoon by the clock,

and you have your coffee
by the clock,

and you have to get on the plane
at a certain time...

and arrive at a certain...

And it goes on and on and on.

And time is a dictator, as we know it.

Where does it go?
What does it do?

Most of all, is it alive?

Is it a thing that we cannot touch,
and is it alive?

And then, one day,
you look in the mirror.

You've brought your own music?
How-How old?

And you say, "Where did the time go?"

We'll leave you with that one.

♪ Across the morning sky ♪

♪ All the birds ♪

♪ Are leaving ♪

♪ How can they know ♪

♪ When it's time ♪

♪ To go ♪

♪ Before the winter fire ♪

♪ I'll still be dreaming ♪

♪ I do not count the time ♪

♪ Who knows where the time goes ♪

♪ Who knows where the time ♪

♪ Goes ♪

♪ But I am not alone ♪

♪ As long as my love ♪

♪ Is near me ♪

♪ And I know it will be so ♪

♪ Till it's time to go ♪

♪ All through the winter ♪

♪ Until the birds ♪

♪ Again return in spring ♪

♪ And I do not fear time ♪

♪ Who knows
where the time goes? ♪

♪ Who knows
where the time ♪

♪ Goes ♪