Original subtitles

Downloaded from YTS.BZ

Official YIFY movies site: YTS.BZ

IGUAZU NATIONAL PARK YVYRÁ RETÁ VISITOR CENTER

Selfie, come on.

Come on.

The 3:00 p.m. outing tomorrow had two cancellations.

Remember when I asked about that raise?

Ask again, and you're fired. Okay?

Okay. See you tomorrow.

Hello, Boris.

Fucking idiot. Where did you learn to drive, fuckhead?

Asshole!

THE GIANT FALLS

-Happy birthday, babe. -Thanks, love.

-I love you. -You too.

Oh, look! They're singing!

Oh! I forgot it's your birthday.

-Oh! Happy birthday! -Thanks, Leti. You look beautiful.

Yeah, but look at you. You're one to talk.

Hi.

-I'm gonna go see the girls. -Go.

-We'll talk later. -Okay.

Superstars!

Don't tell me you're ashamed of your mom. You're not too old for this.

-Okay. -What do you mean "okay"?

-Hello, Boris. -Hi.

-Meet my new friend, Cristal. -How's it going?

Good.

Back off. His girlfriend is here, and it's her birthday.

Are you going to sing?

Obviously. Are you going to stay and listen to your mom,

or are you going to run away like a rat?

-I'll run away like a rat. Yeah. -Oh, how nice, my love.

Your phone rang, babe.

-Hey, you want more cake? No? -No, I'm good. No, thanks.

UNKNOWN NUMBER MISSED CALL

Show them how it's done, baby!

UNKNOWN NUMBER

UNKNOWN NUMBER CALL ENDED

IT'S JULIAN. I NEED TO SEE YOU.

Are you okay?

Just tired. I drank a lot.

Yeah, well, thanks for today.

-Positive? You all right? -Mm.

-Okay. I'm going to bed. See you. -Go on.

IT'S JULIAN. I NEED TO SEE YOU.

I thought you were coming over tomorrow.

I have things to do tomorrow.

Enough, Friday. It's your brother, damn it!

Hi, Leti.

Hello, Friday!

Bitch.

-Oh, collagen! -No.

No! It'd help me so much! No! Cari uses it. She's 26.

But this is for Bebe.

He's got bad joints.

-Do his joints even work anymore? -Just leave it there.

-Want some tea? -I don't want anything.

I have a nice mint tea. Where are you going?

-To the bathroom. -I don't know if the thing is working.

I'm taking a piss, not a shower.

Well, okay then.

Are you dizzy?

You were leaning up against the door.

Did your blood pressure drop?

-There's a guy in there, isn't there? -Maybe.

If there was, what's it to you?

No, we both know we haven't had the best of luck

with your former "conquests," have we?

"We have," huh? Well now.

Who knew I was in an incestuous throuple with my own son?

Don't play dumb. You fall in love with anyone.

And these guys always screw you over.

Milo isn't like that, okay?

He has a business, just so you know.

A small one.

It does very well.

What kind of small… business?

He's an artisan.

But with quartz.

He supplies a bunch of retailers.

And keep it down because Milo's tired.

After we got home, he stayed up later working.

I can imagine.

Those toys in the bathroom tell a different story.

When did you turn into such a snoop, party pooper?

Is that how I raised you?

-How long have you known this guy? -A long time.

Two months.

All right, enough with the interrogation, okay?

My life, your life.

Good morning, Bebe.

Hey, kids. How's it going?

Great. Did the hens eat?

No. They're waiting for you.

Fraga said he called you. Is that true?

Oh, yeah.

The thing is, I had a little problem with my phone.

I dropped it in the toilet, it got wet, and now it won't dry out.

I'll call him later.

Don't worry. I talked to him. It's an extra order. It's nothing.

-Well, I'm gonna go check on the chicks. -Okay.

Something wrong?

You all right?

Yes.

You all right?

My old man's in town.

You're fucking kidding.

That's a big deal.

-Did you guys talk? -No.

-Why not? -No.

What the hell is he doing here?

That right there is a very important question.

And the only one with the answer is your old man.

Don't bust my balls.

Don't bust my balls.

Who is it now?

Enough, Friday!

Who is it?

Who is it?

Julian.

Who?

Julian Araya.

Cut it out, Friday! Damn it!

Why?

Why?

Yeah, I don't know. Why are you here?

I'm here to see you guys.

I'm sorry, but I don't…

I'm just kinda lost here.

Enough, Friday!

He's a friend of Mama's! Hey!

Keep quiet!

Enough!

She hates men.

If she smells one, she goes nuts.

Friday is her name?

Yeah, we found her on a Friday with Boris ten years ago on the road.

She's blind and really crazy. She stays in there.

Hello?

-That's why the dog is barking so much. -Milo, you're almost naked.

It's a bad time. I'll come back later.

Well, yeah, this is a bad time, but not because my boyfriend's naked.

It's because it took you 30 years to show up here

out of nowhere.

Heard of a phone?

Goddamn it.

Fucking dog.

Friday!

Friday!

Shut up!

I should be able to have male visitors without you acting all psychotic.

Shut up! I'll show you who's crazy.

Enough!

I said enough.

It's priceless.

Waking up in the morning and seeing this,

it's priceless.

We were given a wonderful planet, don't you think?

Yes.

But I haven't gone to any others to compare, so…

-Shall we? -Let's go.

The things they must see from up there.

I often dream I'm a bird. It's a wonderfully strange feeling.

Have you ever dreamt you were flying?

You asked me that many times before.

-Really? -Oh yeah.

No. I never dreamed that I was flying.

Maybe that's why I became a pilot.

Do you remember playing giant with Boris?

Of course I do.

You see it?

It's over there.

Yeah, you saw it. Very good.

So wonderful, isn't it?

Look. Come here.

It's Gorda.

You remember Gorda, don't you?

Of course. How could I forget her?

-How old was she? -She lasted 16 years.

One night, she went to sleep, and she didn't wake up.

A wise, old girl. Some arthritis in the end, poor thing.

But she handled it like a queen, my sweetheart.

I don't doubt it.

Now I've got that man-hating beast in the house.

Why did you come, Julian?

I want to close this chapter of my life.

You kept it open? For me, it was closed long ago.

Not for me.

Not for Boris either.

He's avoiding me.

Apparently, we both have some unfinished business.

We were so happy back then

when we were together.

And you were happy with your family.

Still feel guilty?

Is that why you came?

I feel guilty for letting you decide, to be honest.

Oh, okay. You think I needed your permission.

I'm talking about what happened to me

and what I didn't do.

I just let things continue.

I was thinking

about I don't know what.

I don't know what.

That with time, everything would work itself out.

It's been almost 30 years.

You thought if you didn't know

where we were, we'd just disappear, and you'd forget about us.

No. I was afraid.

Afraid of making a mistake, afraid

of losing it all.

And I missed the chance to watch my son grow up.

What does he think happened? What did you tell him?

I told him the truth.

That his dad always had another family, and he'd chosen to live with them.

That I was a coward.

I didn't tell him you were a coward or a son of a bitch or an asshole.

I think he figured that out on his own.

Was I wrong to come see you?

You came to see me?

Or was it to ask me to convince him to see you?

And Andrea? Is she still alive?

Yes, of course. Why do you ask?

What do I know? She always had something going on.

Her ovaries, her asthma, her blood, her thyroid.

I thought she wouldn't last very long.

But I'm glad she's still with us.

And you?

You don't fly anymore, I imagine.

No, I retired six years ago.

My last flight was December 25, 2019.

I don't know why, but I get

the feeling that

you got off, if not all,

then almost all the airplanes.

Didn't you?

A guy named Julian Araya came by today.

Wasn't your dad's name Julian?

When did he come?

At 6:30, when I got back from Bebe's.

He was out front in a blue car, waiting.

-Are you listening? -Yeah.

He showed up at the visitors' center.

After 28 years. Great guy, right?

Morning, I'm so excited for the tour.

Hello, good morning. Can we gather round?

-Good morning. Welcome, everyone. -Good morning.

I'm Boris. I'll be your guide and captain today.

-How are we doing? -Waiting on two, and we're good.

The first group in the morning is my favorite

'cause you're the ones who woke up early.

So I assume you're all ready for a rush of adrenaline, aren't you?

And if not, you'll have to deal with it.

Lucas and Bautista?

Hi. Sorry, we totally overslept.

Yeah, no kidding. Hi.

Get in, you two. You'll wake up soon. Let's go.

ADVENTURE TOURS

Okay, everyone, let's get ready for a shower.

I'm gonna ask those standing to please sit down

and hold on tight.

From now on, no one is allowed to stand, okay?

Put away all your belongings, cell phones, cameras, wallets.

Keep everything nice and secure in the bag we gave you,

and we'll be okay.

All right, let's go.

Fucking hell.

I'm sorry I booked the tour without telling you.

I don't usually do things like this, but we need to talk.

-Nothing to talk about. -I think there is.

You could've kicked me off the tour, but you didn't.

Why did you come?

To see you.

I'd like to buy you a drink after work.

Why would I do that?

You need a new wall sconce.

How long has it been flickering?

I don't know, but you do realize man is a creature of habit, don't you?

Bad habits, right?

You wanna fix it? Go ahead.

Can we talk about it?

I asked you if we could talk about it?

That depends.

That depends?

Well, end of discussion.

We're not going to fight about it now. We're still good, aren't we?

He went on the tour.

You didn't mention that.

That's outstanding.

I like this guy.

And?

And nothing.

Another passenger.

What do you mean "nothing"?

Your dad isn't just another passenger.

Did you talk?

No. He tried, but no.

Alba, this guy's a real dumbass.

What's with the insult, you son of a bitch?

Boris.

Are you saying you're not curious as to why he came to see you?

You're a liar.

Don't pretend you don't care.

Impossible. He's your father. And he's here.

How can you say you don't care? Your dad might've been a son of a bitch,

a scumbag, a piece of shit, however you want to say it.

That's okay, but he's still your dad.

Got that?

And life's not easy. It's a struggle.

It's so difficult.

-Come on. -And that justifies it all?

Right? We demolish whatever and whoever we want

'cause life is a struggle, and that's it.

You are very angry with your old man, but yeah.

You have no clue how much you piss me off when you do that.

-Tell the truth? -It's the way you say it, you asshole.

You think you know everything?

What? Now that you're old and fucked up, you can just talk out of your ass, right?

Well, go to hell, you asshole! Go straight to hell!

Life isn't that easy, dickhead!

It's not a gift. You have to have balls.

Life is giving you a tremendous opportunity.

I hope you realize that.

Go talk to him.

-Yeah? -Yes, he needs you.

Okay. Let me know.

What is my mom doing here?

What are you doing here? What's wrong?

Nothing. My boyfriend left.

I got lonely, so I said, "I'll get drunk with the kids."

Pepper vodka. For a spicy conversation.

Did he come see you?

He asked you to convince me to see him, didn't he?

It's important you two talk.

Really, you have to talk to him.

He's staying at the St. George.

St. George… He's a son of a bitch.

-Hang on. I'll come with you. -No.

-Leti, he's not himself. Please. -No.

Don't you listen when people talk?

I told you to go home, and you go see my mom?

Let me explain. You don't exist anymore. Not for her or me.

It's been that way for years.

What the hell are you even doing here?

Did you get kicked out and need somewhere to go

now that you're old, you piece of shit?

I've screwed everything up.

I behaved terribly, and I'm asking you to forgive me.

But even if you hate me, even if you spit in my face,

you're still my son.

And I'm allowed to ask you for forgiveness face-to-face.

Hey! Stop!

-What are you doing? Hey! Stop! -Enough. Stop. Don't hit him.

Call the cops. Go on.

Are you okay?

Who told you?

We went to the hotel. They told us you were here.

Are you sure you're okay?

-Uh-huh. -What are you? Savage? Neanderthal.

You were just supposed to talk. Don't you know how?

They didn't teach you?

-You didn't learn? -Leti.

-What did the doctors say? -I don't know. They're checking him.

The hotel filed a police report, just so you know.

You'll face criminal charges for patricide.

Enough. He didn't kill him.

We still don't know that.

-Okay, calm down. -You calm down, kid.

Who's the violent one here?

The person going around beating up fathers.

-You. Not me, you. -Family of Julian Araya?

-That's us. -Oh, are you his wife?

I brought him in. His son.

And the attacker. Who's also my son.

I had him with the victim around 35 years ago.

-How is Julian, Doctor? -He's in bad shape.

But stable, considering his situation.

He has a bruise on his cheek and a fractured rib.

You're a lunatic.

He's sedated now.

As soon as possible, I'd like to speak with the specialist treating him.

What specialist?

Well, he's been undergoing treatment for cancer.

He was going to tell you if you hadn't beaten his ass.

Poor devil.

He hasn't been in touch with his dad for a while,

so he didn't know.

-Well, that's life. -Yup.

-Good morning. How are you feeling? -Morning.

Fine.

We're giving you one painkiller a day now, okay?

One to ten, how much pain?

Five.

-I fell asleep. -How long have you been there?

-A little while. -She was here all night.

I don't know how to apologize to you. I really don't.

I don't know why he'd do something like that.

Yes, you do.

As soon as the doctor gets in, he'll come see you.

They'll bring you breakfast now.

Is it possible to get a double shot of espresso?

The service is only for patients, ma'am.

Oh, okay.

Excuse me.

Bitch, I just asked for a fucking coffee, not a continental breakfast.

You can have some of my tea.

No, don't worry. I'll get one later. It's all right.

Oh.

I must look like a total mess.

Thanks for staying.

It's the least I could do.

After what happened, I couldn't just leave you stuck in the hospital.

Last night I was thinking,

"If no one had stopped him, you and I might not be talking right now."

Where is he now?

At the police station. He was arrested.

Why? Who had him arrested?

The hotel staff.

What happened was a real scandal.

Now they're gonna give you a free room until the day you die.

It won't cost them that much.

I'm sorry. I didn't…

You know, some phrases just kinda slip out.

Sorry. I didn't…

Well, at least he had the decency to bring you here.

You don't remember.

Of course you wouldn't. You were knocked out, poor thing.

Even though he behaves like an animal sometimes,

the kid has a heart of gold.

He's a sweetheart and a good man.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Look at you. -No, I'm fine. Relax.

-Hi, Dad. -Hi.

Why did he hit you like that? He's an animal.

Sometimes a wounded animal can be a bit aggressive.

Hello, Leticia.

Hi, Andrea.

I'm Luciana.

Lula.

Nice to meet you.

Who told you? The police? The hotel?

I did.

What happened was serious. They're family. They needed to know.

I used your phone.

You're very trusting, no password.

I looked in "favorites," and the first name that showed up was

Andrea.

Well,

I'm leaving you in good hands.

If you need anything, call me.

Thanks.

Thank you.

-Bye. -Bye.

This is yours.

Hi, Boris.

I'm Andrea, Julian's wife.

The hotel just dropped the charges.

Julian asked them to.

I'm going to get the van. Where are you?

At Bebe's.

Okay.

I'll be there in a little bit.

Are you okay?

Yeah, all good.

-Great. I'll wait for you here. -Okay, bye.

Wife, girlfriend, or friend?

Girlfriend.

Your gas light is on.

Yeah.

All these years that he didn't visit you,

he seemed uneasy.

Like he had unfinished business.

He didn't talk about it, but I picked up on it.

We women tend to be very intuitive.

And very stupid sometimes.

When did you find out?

I had my suspicions about the relationship with your mom for some time,

and I knew when he stopped doing the route from Buenos Aires to Salta.

He did that route for years and wouldn't give it up for anything.

One day, that changed.

And he changed as well.

One night, when we were going to bed,

he began to shake like a leaf,

and he asked me to hold him. I held him very tightly.

He started crying like a child.

He told me the whole story.

The relationship with your mom.

That it'd been going on for eight years and that they had split.

He didn't mention me, did he?

I suspected.

And I found out about you a few months ago

when they told us Julian's cancer was terminal.

I was furious.

He had a 30-something-year-old son, and I didn't know anything.

Of course.

An affair can be forgiven, but not a kid.

That's how it goes, right?

No, I don't know.

But now, it's not about me anymore.

It's about you and him.

MOM

I KNOW YOU'RE OUT WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER?

-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.

-Fill it up, please. -Regular or diesel?

-Regular. -Diesel.

Diesel.

This must be hard for you.

He's been my lifelong companion.

Now he's going before me.

And I will be with him…

until the end, in every way I possibly can be.

One way is to convince me to forgive him, isn't it?

No one can ask that of you. I can't.

What I can do is

ask you to listen to what he has to say.

That's all.

Maybe it's a chance for you too, right?

I imagine you have a lot to say to him.

If you give yourself permission to talk to him,

you'll live a better life. Trust me.

And he'll die a better death.

Mom, it's me! Open up!

Stop it, Friday!

Come on. Open up!

What the fuck?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Three missed calls and a message saying you're not okay.

Two hours to get here.

I could have died and been resurrected seven times,

reincarnated, whatever.

Open the door. Don't be a jerk.

You're a grown woman! Can you open the door?

Stop fucking around!

Enough, Friday! It's your brother, for fuck's sake!

Sometimes I feel like putting her down.

Poor animal. She's had it rough.

Smoking again?

For like six months after I broke up with Alex.

Wasn't his name Alexis?

Alexis.

-Hug me. Come on. -Oh God.

-You're intense. -Come on.

Come on, you jerk. How many times have I held you in 35 years?

All right.

You give good hugs.

There you go.

Your dad always gave great hugs.

When he held me, I'd feel like I wasn't afraid of anything.

He made me feel safe.

I don't want him to die.

I don't like that he's dying.

I loved him a lot, you know?

And he loved me back.

And you too.

And you too.

COASTAL HOSPITAL

Who are you? You can't be here.

I'm his son.

-Do you have authorization? -It's okay.

He won't stay long. Please.

Two minutes 'cause I could get in trouble.

They told me you're sick.

Yes.

Very.

Would you still have come if you weren't

dying?

I don't know.

Forgive me, son.

Anyway, I…

I'm gonna go.

I didn't know you were so sick, otherwise…

I deserve it.

I was just leaving.

-Cancel the next tour for me. -Why?

Cancel it.

I already booked the tickets and the two transfers.

From here to the airport and from the airport to home.

Hello?

Yeah, he can come up. Thank you.

Who is it?

-Boris. -What's he doing here?

-Do you not want him to come up? -It's fine.

-I thought… -It's okay.

-Help me to the chair over there. -Okay.

-Hi. -Hi.

-I hope I'm not imposing. -No, we don't mind at all.

Come in.

Thank you.

-Hi. -Hi.

My mom told me you'd be discharged this afternoon,

but the hospital said they let you out at noon.

You went to the hospital?

Yes, well, in case you needed a ride or something like that. Yeah.

How are you feeling?

Much better.

Much better, thank goodness.

We can order room service if you want. The coffee's not bad.

Sit down.

Thanks. No, I'm fine.

I have to get back soon. I have a tour at 5:00.

How are things? Good?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's all good.

And do you know when you're going back to Buenos Aires?

Tomorrow.

Do you have plans tonight?

-If you want, we can have dinner. -Yeah, let's have dinner.

We'll have some wine

and chat a little.

-Can you have alcohol? -I'm on morphine…

Okay.

Do you want to go out?

Or we can order something here.

Or I can bring food, and we can eat here.

-No, let's go out. -Yeah?

Let's go out, yes.

Does 8:00 work for you?

I'll be waiting for you at 8:00, all prettied up.

See you tonight, then.

Okay.

Are you going to wear a jacket or a blazer?

Blazer.

What a delight.

I remember when you used to do that.

Do what?

What else do you remember?

Some things, not many.

-Everything okay here? -Everything's fine. Thanks.

And you?

What do you remember?

Some things, not many. Same as you.

The other day, your mom reminded me about the giant.

Do you remember the giant?

Every time I see a kid on his dad's shoulders.

From up there,

you saw wonderful places.

The Amazon, the Rock of Gibraltar.

The Great Wall of China was my favorite.

The Colossus of Rhodes.

Which had been gone for 2,000 years, but you saw it.

I saw Argentina in the '94 World Cup from up there.

That's right.

That's right.

I cried that day.

And I still remember the nurse

responsible for taking Diego to the drug test.

Sue Carpenter was her name.

That bitch.

And also, I have memories

of birthdays,

Christmases,

New Year's Eves,

Children's Day, Father's Day…

which I imagined

I had made up.

You could have come sometime.

No, but you guys left Salta.

After about a year and a half.

And then it was a long time before I found out where you were.

I looked on Facebook for you.

I never had Facebook.

But you did have Instagram.

I could finally see you there.

It was so startling. A total shock.

From the last image I had of you at 7 years old,

suddenly, I found this 23-year-old kid.

-Want some more. -No, I'm good.

You know that…

when I finished high school,

we took a trip to Brazil for our graduation.

We were at the airport to catch the flight to Rio.

I thought I saw you with another pilot.

-Oh, really? -Mm.

So… I followed you for a little while.

And just when you were about to board, I shouted, "Julian Araya."

You turned around.

I realized it was you.

You looked around, but you didn't see me.

But why didn't you come and say hi?

Would you have said hi?

Of course.

I would've given you a huge hug.

Well, I hid instead.

I got scared.

Your mom made a damn good egg-white flan.

Does she still make it?

No, thank God.

It was so good.

Are you joking? It was rank.

She was always a terrible cook. She doesn't like it.

No, the way she avoids the kitchen, it's crazy.

Know what she'd say when I said I was hungry?

"It'll pass."

-A lousy cook and a bad mother. -A real piece of work.

I want to get your perspective on what happened back then.

My perspective on the past doesn't matter.

I just care about what it is now.

-And what is it now? -This.

Define "this."

You're so annoying, dude.

And you're so closed off, dude.

What is this?

This is a father and a son

reconnecting in a noisy restaurant after 28 years.

That's what it is.

Nothing more?

You dying doesn't change what happened.

Fair enough.

You're very honest.

You could've lied to me, and you didn't.

I'm not here out of pity.

I want to be here.

Just so you know, all right?

Twenty-one years with this girl, and the flame hasn't gone out.

And we're still starting some damn fires, aren't we, big guy?

GRILLED FISH

Wanna get a nightcap, or should I take you back?

I'm up for whatever you want.

You sure? You seem a little wobbly.

Let's keep going.

All right.

Thank you.

How long have you been with Mechu?

A year and a half.

And are you in love?

We're good for now.

What would you say if I told you Leticia is the woman I loved most in my life?

That you were a moron.

-That's right. -Yep.

Did you ever regret things?

That whole saga?

No, never, no. Not once.

Anyway, it had to stop at some point.

It wasn't fair to anyone.

It was horrible being with you guys

and always thinking maybe it might be the last time.

And then, going back to Buenos Aires like nothing happened,

resuming my other life.

I spent many nights lying awake in bed,

thinking about

what I should do.

I never loved Andrea the same way I loved your mother.

But our relationship was stable.

Unconditional.

I'd watch her sleeping next to me,

relaxed, ignoring everything that was happening.

I'd go to my daughters' room.

And I'd look at them.

I felt like a real son of a bitch.

There was no way I could leave them behind.

You're an asshole.

-No, wait. -No, let me go.

Let me finish. Why do you think I'm here?

To make sure my mom and I forgive you for all your shit before you die.

That's why you're here.

Scumbag.

Boris.

-Don't go, please. Listen to me. -You never stop, do you?

Don't you get it?

You keep talking about Leticia, Andrea, your daughters.

And me?

And me, motherfucker?

My mom sent your ass packing because she got fed up waiting.

Not me. You can go fuck yourself.

I waited a long time before I realized you were never coming back.

Don't say, "I'm back now,"

'cause I'll beat the shit out of you, and no one will stop me this time.

You're selfish pieces of shit. Both of you.

You and my crazy mother.

She always knew you weren't going to leave your family to come and live with us.

When she got pregnant, she decided to have me anyway.

Because she had to seal that love with a kid.

Yeah.

And then everyone had to admire her. Sure.

"What a woman, Leticia!"

"So brave. Look how she's raising a kid on her own."

That bitch was such a powerful woman, huh?

Neither of you thought about me. Not once.

Take a good look at me

because this is the baby you had with the woman you loved the most, asshole.

You come here now

when you've only got ten minutes left?

So I can tell you everything's all right?

Well, it's not all right, Araya.

It's impossible for it to be all right.

Get off.

You're right. Nobody thought about you.

We were both irresponsible.

Me much more than your mother, of course.

I denied you in front of my wife and daughters to protect myself.

I behaved in a horribly selfish way.

In the same way that I kept trying to be part of both families,

knowing it was impossible,

I came asking you to forgive me,

knowing perfectly well that it's too late.

Only a perverse son of a bitch…

I don't know, a psychopath…

could purposely try to ruin their child's life.

And I swear to you…

that I'm not any of those things.

Another whiskey, please.

Make it two.

Better?

Hotel or hospital?

-No hotel or no hospital? -Hospital.

-Okay, hospital it is. -No!

-Not the hospital! -Okay.

Okay, we'll go to the hotel. I misunderstood. Sorry.

Let's go.

This is going to get worse and worse.

I need to be able to die with dignity.

I want a proper death.

You're the only person I can ask to help me.

My daughters would never do it,

and my wife even less so.

Did you provoke me on purpose?

-When? -Don't play dumb.

Were you trying to get me to beat you to death?

I was just talking to you about dying with dignity.

What you're suggesting is absurd.

And asking me to kill you is logical?

On top of abandonment issues, I gotta cope with killing you?

It would only be an assisted suicide.

Not an execution.

You're amazing.

You leave when you want. You come back when you want.

You die when you want.

I have the right to choose exactly how

and when I'm going to die.

Forgive me. I'm sorry.

I'm…

I'm asking too much.

I'm not thinking straight with all the drugs in my veins.

Forgive me, really.

Take me to the hotel.

Well, thanks a lot for tonight.

I don't know if it could be considered

a small miracle

or a small tragedy,

but it's what I came for.

Thank you.

I'm really proud you're my son.

I got it.

I'm okay.

No, come here.

Come here.

Easy.

The only major thing your old man has to do now is to die.

Does he know how?

I don't know. He didn't mention it.

Is he afraid?

I think so. I don't know.

What do you think?

I don't know, dude. I don't know.

I can only guess 'cause I don't know the guy, you know?

With the right concoction, you can manage a perfect escape.

I assume you've been thinking about this?

Oh, Bebe.

I had five bottles of the stuff prepared.

Four of them

disappeared.

They spoiled or broke.

I'm left with one.

-Want it? -No.

Thank you, but no. Plus, it's too late. He's already left.

Who already left?

My old man. He went to Buenos Aires.

Your old man is alive in Buenos Aires?

Yes.

So he didn't die?

Stop busting your own balls.

Your old man's alive.

That means you have time to help him die

the way he wants to.

POTASSIUM

What is it now?

Your father.

He's not dead yet. Don't freak out. He's still here.

Do you mean still in town or still with us?

Be clear. I don't follow.

Here. Here in Iguazu. He never left.

He's back in the hospital. And yes, he's still with us.

But not for much longer.

Okay.

I'm on my way.

Hi.

Hi.

I just found out you couldn't travel.

Yes. Julian woke up feeling bad.

We spoke to the doctor in Buenos Aires and the doctor here,

and they agreed it'd be best for him to spend a few days in the hospital

to regain his strength, you know?

This is Lula, my eldest daughter.

Hi. We meet at last.

Yes.

He's so happy you two went out. It did him good.

So you don't know how many days you'll be staying?

No. Two, three days, I suppose.

I'm leaving though.

My husband's traveling to Mexico for work, and we have two kids.

Do you want to see him?

He'd be so happy to see you again.

All right.

I'll walk Lula out and see if I can find some water.

Maybe one day, we could meet up and chat, huh?

I bet we'd have a lot to talk about.

Right. That's for sure.

Bye, Boris.

-Safe travels. -Thank you.

Make it quick.

Visiting hours are almost over.

Can I come in?

What happened?

They didn't let the pilot board the plane?

The pilot isn't really in a condition to fly.

You're a lightweight.

Your mother just left.

Yeah, I just ran into her.

All your women at once? All good?

There's nothing left for them to fight over.

Listen to me.

You take care of her.

Honey, I'm leaving.

Will I see you later?

Maybe. We'll see.

Well, I love you.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I was kind of bored and thought I'd keep you company.

What are you doing? Trying to escape?

No, it's just

that there was a bird perched over there.

A bird?

Yes.

But the window is closed.

You okay?

Why don't you lie down?

I need to take a piss.

I can't.

Every day, fewer parts of me work.

Relax. If you obsess about it, you won't piss.

See?

There you go, buddy! Look at that stream, old man!

Do you think there's something on the other side?

What other side?

The other side of life.

Well…

I don't know.

You're still very young.

That's something you start thinking about later.

Or when your diagnosis is terminal, like mine.

Well, you might be surprised.

I've been thinking about it for quite a while.

Actually, when my grandpa Juan died, I remember that I couldn't…

I couldn't comprehend that he wasn't here anymore.

I can't imagine that this consciousness, this…

these sensations, the sights and sounds,

they just switch off, and that's it.

What? Does everything go black? An instantaneous void?

Nothing?

When we sleep, isn't that how it is?

Yes and no.

Because we also dream.

I don't think we fully die.

The body does, for sure, but

this energy, this consciousness keeps on floating around, you know?

Like something

immaterial.

Damn.

Did you hear that? Immaterial?

I'm a poet.

A philosopher.

Not bad for a guide whose main talent is taking you to the Devil's Throat.

What do you think of that, Araya?

So you think this all continues on somehow?

I'd like to think so, but I don't know.

Well, I'll find out.

Well, if there is an afterlife,

let me know so I'm not in the dark, like you are now,

when it's my time to go.

But don't go overboard, man.

Nothing crazy. I get scared shitless by that stuff.

-Seriously. -I'll be subtle.

I promise.

My mouth is really dry.

Listen, Araya.

Regarding what you said to me last night,

about me helping you.

-What do you want to know? -Were you serious?

Or was it a crazy, spur-of-the-moment thing?

No, it wasn't something crazy. I was serious.

I know where this will take me.

Lying on my deathbed for days

in agony

and pumped full of drugs

that will rob me of my lucidity,

and I'll die without realizing that I'm dying,

in a cold intensive care unit,

surrounded by strangers.

It's shitty.

I don't want that ending for me.

I deserve better than that.

And your wife and daughters?

What'll they think?

They'll be surprised. They won't expect it.

Even though I've insinuated this.

But at some point, they'll end up coming to the conclusion

that there's no sense dragging out the inevitable

for a few extra weeks.

And it's good for them.

I'll spare them from going through

the continual, horrible torture.

A good friend of mine,

a guy your age,

has this concoction

that's kind of crazy

to take you out when the time comes.

You follow me?

What kind of crazy concoction?

A mixture of mushrooms and other herbs he cultivates.

Like those potions shamans use in ceremonies, but stronger, more intense.

And apparently, it makes the take-off smoother.

And it's a…

trip that's one way.

Yes.

-Yes, what? -Yes, I like it.

What's the matter?

Aren't you telling me all this so I'll do it?

You thought I was going to say no.

Yup.

You don't know me.

No, I don't know you. No.

Yeah.

When do you think?

Right now.

Right now?

Because tomorrow or the day after, they'll let me go back to Buenos Aires.

So it's either tonight

or possibly never.

Are you regretting this?

You understand that all this is a lot for me, right?

Yes, of course I understand.

No, not here.

Where, then?

Here we run the risk of them realizing, and they'll save me. That'd be terrible.

Take me somewhere else.

Somewhere else?

No, man, I'll end up in jail.

Why?

Why? It's not easy to leave without being seen.

At this hour, there's not much happening.

Are you ready to sprint if they see us?

You might not be here tomorrow, but I intend to be.

I can't be held responsible.

They'd charge you with intent to commit patricide.

You're right. I can't do that to you.

I'll leave a note in my handwriting.

And I'll say it was my decision.

That's a valid document for the courts.

There's a place I sometimes go when I wanna be alone.

I could take you there.

You take me.

You give me the concoction.

And you leave.

-Here we go. -Yeah.

That's it.

-Okay? -Yeah?

-All right. -Are we good?

-Yeah. -All right, don't let them see you.

Shouldn't we leave it open?

So they know how I escaped.

Yeah. Let's go.

All right. Let's go.

That way.

DEAR ANDREA, LULA, AND HELE

Andrea, my life partner.

My beloved daughters.

I'm choosing to go early

with dignity.

I'm sorry for the suddenness of this decision,

but this is how I need to take my final journey.

My friend's place is over there.

Give him my thanks.

I wish we could've met.

Well, you might meet him soon 'cause he's in pretty shitty shape.

Sorry.

Sorry.

I don't have much time left.

And all that remains is agony… and suffering.

Everything I had to do, I've already done.

I'm leaving lucid and in peace.

I'll continue being that daddy bird.

The grandpa who travels among the clouds.

Thank you for this life we shared.

Thank you for the love,

the care,

and the understanding.

Is it here?

It's further in. It's a part of the park that's not open to the public.

And as I always said to you every time I left,

"My loves,

until we meet again."

No, it screws me up.

It's mild. Smoke it. It'll calm you down.

I don't wanna get paranoid. I've had bad experiences.

Nothing bad will happen. You're with me. Smoke.

Can you give it to me?

It comforts me sometimes…

imagining that, when I close my eyes, I won't be the only one.

That thousands will be going at the same time.

Walk me up there and leave me.

Go.

You have to go.

Subtitle translation by: Alison Woods