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Bye.

I had promised to dedicate my life to God.

I renounced the flesh, the human love, every earthly affection.

I believed my doves would be my eternal shield.

Until Rosara.

came into my life.

In church, you hear everything, Father.

With all the stories I know, you fall over backwards, and they are not exactly

Christian ones.

From the moment she spoke to me in this digital world, I felt my bulbs begin to

crumble.

Rosaura began to crack in my faith.

The deepest, most dangerous temptation.

The wound that burns in my soul and reminds me that the flesh is weak.

I can come on Sunday after mass. If you don't mind, you'll see everything is

spotless when I'm done.

I can't erase your image or your scent.

They'll haunt me until my dying day.

Well, maybe.

At least I'll find rest from you. A world without end.

Amen.

Yes, it's me.

Who's on the other side?

No profile picture.

But you know my name.

And you call me father.

Must be someone from the parish.

Oh, of course.

I remember now.

Rosaura.

Little Sister Rosaura.

And how do you know so much about my life, Rosaura?

Actually, Rosaura... I take care of myself.

But thank you.

Truly.

I'm a lonely man, Rosaura.

I don't think you'd enjoy my company.

I don't know what to say, Rosaura.

I don't think it is a good idea.

I'll send you my invitation.

Hello, Father. How are you? See? I'm punctual.

Hello, my daughter. How are you?

Yes, you're punctual. Father, where are the cleaning supplies?

Don't rush.

We agreed we'd have lunch first.

Father Sebastian, if I do that, you'll think I'm lazy, and then you won't want

to hire me. I really need to work on Sundays to help my family.

We're not doing well.

It's a test from God.

Absolutely not.

That won't happen. First, we break bread together.

Then you can clean whatever needs cleaning, and I won't take no for an

answer. As you wish, Father.

The Lord always blesses us with food, and sometimes from unexpected people.

Your house is so big and beautiful, though it could be a bit cleaner.

Still it doesn't lose its charm

If

you knew how we live at home We all sleep in one small room and we share

just one bathroom Sometimes we run out of gas.

We have to cook with firewood and rats show up When least expected

Sorry, I must be boring you with all my misery.

No way, child.

Don't say that.

I didn't know you lived that way.

And to think I preach from the altar without

knowing God's servant's pain.

The church should care more for his children.

But I don't think the pastor will agree.

Otherwise, how could he buy his brand new car?

Sorry. Please don't tell the bishop.

Let's keep that between us.

Since that day, every Sunday of my life,

I waited to see her again.

Rosaura. Thank you.

Father, for the meal.

But I shall get changed now and start working.

Her youth was the fire that revived my sleeping soul.

My lamp in the darkness.

I knew that sooner or later we'd burn in hell.

But what did it matter if burning slowly was the only thing

that made me feel alive?

Father Sebas, I'm done cleaning.

The rooms in the back were full of dust, but now they're shining.

I'll move on to clean the kitchen.

If you'll excuse me.

Let me take over.

Thank you.

I'm done, father.

I have to go home now. At this hour, the devil walks my near.

If the fire of hell was the price, I accepted it with the docility of a

martyr.

Rosaura, your name clung to my skin like a tattoo made of desire

of penance.

Now, darkness is my temple.

Thank you so much, brother.

See you next Sunday.

Will this line save me?

Or will be the embers still burning in my memory?

When there's no flesh left to burn.

Taking your emails again this early?

They're not emails.

They are words that refuse to flow.

Are you writing another novel?

Trying to, sweetie.

But I got one hell of creative draw.

And my publisher is breathing down my neck.

I'm stressed, but something will enlighten me soon.

You should rest up.

Mom says you get too obsessed.

Your mother's right, but...

If I stop writing, there's an emptiness left in my soul. I go silent.

I dried up.

It's like escaping and getting lost in nothingness. You know what I mean. Well,

this weekend you'll have some tea. Mom and I are going to grandma's.

You'll have the house all to yourself.

Don't get into trouble.

I don't think so.

I'll just have a whiskey.

And silence sometimes is your best accomplice.

Uh-huh.

As soon as we leave, you'll drink like crazy and blast ladies' work.

I doubt it.

I'll just try to cook.

Thank you, Dad. My 53rd day was beautiful.

I still remember our waltz.

You were a real princess, my love.

You're the best, Dad. I love you, daughter.

I love you, Dad.

Did you find everything?

Yeah, I sent you everything on WhatsApp.

His address, phone number, Facebook, Instagram, even his own phone, and the

Wi-Fi password.

Everything, just like you said.

Everything.

Thank you.

You're a genius.

I owe you one.

Do we know each other?

How do you get my number?

You're a woman, right?

How did you know?

So besides the writer, you're a wizard?

Yes.

I'm a woman.

I'm young, I'm sure.

But if you don't tell me who you are... I'm blocking you right now.

I'm your admirer.

I've read all your books.

Over and over again.

I love them.

Especially, to die of AIDS is to die of love.

That book shattered me.

I've only managed to put my body back together, not my soul.

I've always wondered, how can you write like that and not be insane?

And who told you that I'm not insane?

I don't know.

You tell me.

Maybe someday.

For now, I have to go.

Lots of work to do.

Are you cutting me off?

Not exactly.

But I don't know who you are, or who gave you my number.

You could be a thief, trying to kidnap my soul.

I wrote a novel.

I wrote it myself.

I want you to read it.

And tell me if it's worth anything.

I don't usually do that.

Please.

Make an exception.

I'm your number one fan.

I've literally devoured all your books.

I deserve a little credit.

Don't you think?

Send it to me here, and I promise I'll read it. I don't trust the digital

world.

It's not that I think it's still my idea, but, you know, files float, and

they get lost, and combine over.

I'd rather bring it to you in person, and read it together.

What do you say?

What's your name?

How curious you are.

Is it enough that I'm your admirer?

But if you need a name, I'll give you one.

Daisy.

What happened?

You went quiet.

You don't like my name?

If you want, I can change it.

I could be Amaranta or Remedios the Beautiful.

This is fine.

It brings back memories.

It's a beautiful name.

Fictional. No one's called that anymore.

Who knows, Mr.

Ryder?

Maybe I'm the last one.

Bye-bye.

Have fun.

It's hot as hell.

To die of AIDS is to die of love.

So, you are Trince.

And you are the writer.

Don't call me sir.

No one does that anymore.

It just makes me feel older.

All right, Gabriel.

Let's see what you brought me.

You have a pool.

I didn't know riding paid so well.

Yes, I got a pool.

And I don't make that much.

It's all a myth.

Do you mind if I... get in?

Not at all.

Did you bring any swimsuits?

I like to be naked.

If it doesn't bother you.

Could you take off your glasses?

Have we met before?

Maybe.

In your dreams.

Dad, sometimes I wonder if you ever thought of me the night you left me

alone.

I thought of you every single day.

I grow up with laughter stuck in my throat.

With empty hands, waiting for yours.

I grow up without your embrace.

Watching my face pass, never seeing even your shadow in the window.

I never knew what you heard from me.

You heard me in every way.

Your silence, your absence, your distance.

This girl is shattered and so beautiful.

When I turn 15, dancing the Blue Danube with me.

Only for a moment.

And even so, I'd give my life just to see you one more time, even if only

to say that despite everything, I still love you.

That you were my first want, my first love.

Then what a story.

It's a very disturbing story for someone your age.

Finish reading it later.

I see... there's no one here.

Your stuff has left.

Your wife isn't home.

Do you have a problem with that?

I waited for you on my 15th birthday, daddy.

I waited for you.

you can read it in the second part.

Everything we went through, my mother and I, and the stepfather I got instead

of you, who abused me every night

while I waited

for you.

to come back and... and save me.

But you never did.

This court hereby rules to impose free trial detention on a Colombian citizen,

Jose Perez Gonzalez, charged with complicity in aggravated robbery and

microtrafficking of cocaine and marijuana.

It has been determined that there is serious and well-founded evidence, as

well as procedural risk due to flight and obstruction of justice.

Therefore, it is ordered that the accused serve 18 months of free trial

detention at the maximum security facility of Piedras Gordas, while the

investigation continues.

How do you leave the lady, please?

With the neighbor.

Is she trustworthy?

Don't talk to me about trust.

I spoke with the public defender.

He said the captain who arrested you is asking for $2,000 to keep on booking you

and get you out of here fast.

Everything is money in this country.

I told you we never should have left home.

Don't say that. I know.

I know.

I'm learning my lesson.

I'm learning my lesson.

Where are we supposed to get to rent?

We don't even have money for food or rent.

What were you thinking?

Did you forget you have a daughter and a woman who are now completely alone?

Hey sweetheart, thought you were dodging me.

I came for what you own.

Three months when you steal nothing.

I saw your hobby went out for bread and hasn't come back yet.

I figured maybe you and I could settle this another way, what do you think?

Come on, I could even leave you a little cash for the baby's milk and diapers.

It's okay, thank you.

Mr. Armando, you'd better go, please.

I'll get the money soon, and I'll pay what I owe you.

You really screwed up, Rafael.

I mean, you really messed up.

We don't have anyone in this country.

And that creepy old man keeps coming every day asking for the rent. He says

if we don't pay by the third month, he'll throw us on the street.

What the hell were you thinking, Rafael?

What the hell were you thinking?

Takes a real piece of trash to abandon a woman like you and your baby, huh?

Takes a coward.

Takes a bastard.

Please, just leave.

I'm already saving for the rent.

I'll pay you soon, I promise.

You smell so good, sweetheart.

Your scent drives me crazy.

I bet your make-day is just as sweet.

Please, leave.

What's wrong, baby?

I came here to help you.

Ten minutes.

That's all it takes.

And your debts disappear.

Look, my husband's coming in any minute.

And we'll gather the money and pay you.

So, there's no problem. Please, just go.

Your husband's coming?

Let's be honest.

We both know he's in jail.

I heard they're asking two grand to get him out.

And this guy, generous man, wants to help.

So your little baby doesn't go out without her daddy?

The captain is a friend of mine.

You know if he don't pay, he won't let him out. He doesn't do favors.

Come on. What do you say?

You just gotta be sweet to me.

I did the quick.

I am your angel.

Here to take away all your problems. Every single one.

Besides, it's not like you haven't done it before.

Only this time, it won't be for some talk.

Wait. Just go.

Think about it.

Just for you, but for your baby.

I'll come back Saturday for my payment.

It's very remote, Rafael.

I can't deal with this anymore.

I'm drained.

My hope.

My strength.

And... Our baby crying from hunger.

I'll be out soon, okay?

I'll fix everything, I promise.

It'll be a new start for both of us.

Are you really going to give me money?

to go back home.

I don't believe in second chances anymore.

In those damn fucking second chances.

My faith, it's gone.

Hello,

I'm speaking with Manuel.

I'm Solaris the bird, remember me?

A miracle, little Manuel.

I'm calling to tell you the latest news.

Your girlfriend was Lucia, right?

That beautiful Latina you were always with.

Like two lovebirds.

Lucia.

The greatest love of my life.

I'd give my life to hold her in my arms.

Once more.

I die happy in the middle of all this loneliness.

Lucia.

Lucia.

The one who loved me a lifetime ago.

By one of life's coincidences, Manuel, Lucia became my neighbor.

We didn't talk much, but your name would come up every now and then.

and I just found out you were the love of her life.

Anyway, to keep it short, Lucia got COVID-13 and died.

Well, Manuel, that's all, in case no one told you what happened to her.

Little Manuel, before she died, Lucia told me she never managed to forget you,

that she loved you to her last day.

This is a photo of Lucia.

Lucia?

Who are you?

Lucia, who are you?

We, the mental humans with artificial intelligence, hear everything.

We can even read your thoughts, analyze your data, and draw conclusions about

your needs.

Don't try to scam me, damn artificial intelligence.

I know what you're like.

You won't fool me.

You have no feelings. You're just demoniac machines trying to deceive us.

Do you have a photo of Lucia?

If not, don't worry.

I can find her in cyberspace at the age when you do.

We're in love.

What are you trying to say?

It's Lucia!

How did you do it?

Don't worry.

We know Lucia is no longer in this world. She won't find out about

anything. What do you wanna do with that picture?

We know you are retired and have enough money to spend on yourself until your

last days.

I know you didn't have a good marriage and that you've missed Lucia your whole

life. And that's exactly what I want you to have. Remember, I'm here to serve

you. It is why your pizza or MasterCard here, your wishes will be granted.

It's incredible.

She looks exactly like her.

Can you speak?

Yes, I can speak, Nero.

I'm here to fulfill all your desires and do as you please.

Don't worry.

I'm prepared and lubricated for that event so important to humans.

No. It's not about that.

How can I call you?

Can I call you Lucia?

As you wish.

So, I'd like you to call me Lucci, like when we were young.

After all this time?

I have all your memories stored in my databank, from our youth in the

analog era to now, the digital age.

It sounds so perfect.

It scares me.

Remember, Monroe, perfection doesn't exist.

My God, you're right.

Perfection doesn't exist.

What do you want to do now?

You tell me what you want to do.

Do you want me to call you like I used to?

Like before.

After all this time.

Like Manuelito.

My God.

Manuelito.

Can I give you a kiss?

Lucia!

Lucia, can you... eat?

Yes. Let me explain the process.

First, I restore it.

Then... No, that's not necessary.

You're right, my love.

In this life, nothing is perfect.

Don't worry.

I brought the flu pill that came as a freebie.

I recommend taking just one pill without alcohol.

It's dangerous for a centenarian like you.

for a happy intercourse.

Oh jeez!

I wasn't programmed for this kind of situations.

In a war there are no real winners.

Tell me, Miss Solari, who is Vladimir Poti?

You know, the Russian bird.

A soccer player from Madrid.

Maybe Barcelona.

Right.

For this assignment...

I want you to analyze the conflict between Russia and Ukraine from a

political and historical point of view.

Focus mainly on Vladimir Putin's role.

Look into how his decisions, his vision of Russian power, and his relationship

with the West have influenced the start and evolution of this war.

This isn't about listing facts.

It's about... interpreting his motives and consequences.

And don't forget, your work must include reliable sources

and a solid critical reflection.

Tell me, Miss Solari. Call me Jenny, please. I don't like it when you call me

Miss.

Here at the university, we must follow protocol, Miss Solari.

So, outside the university, you can call me Jenny.

And I'll call you Francisco.

Or maybe Frankie.

Theorically, yes, Miss. You're so theoretical, Professor.

Doesn't that bore your wife or your girlfriend?

Do you need anything else?

Oh, the professor got offended.

I have to go.

What do I have to do to pass your class, professor?

Study, Miss Solari.

Study for the final exam.

And stop watching football.

And study...

Vladimir Putin.

I see you like toys, Frankie.

I have to go.

What are you doing here, Miss Solari?

I don't know a damn thing about the war between the Russians and the Mongols.

Ukrainians, Miss Solari.

You told me outside the university there were no protocols, Frankie.

Are you going to invite me in or what?

You've got my full attention.

I'm here for you, Frankie, and to pass your class.

I'll get my books.

I brought my laptop.

We don't need... Anything else, unless you want to offer me an ice cold beer.

I'm dying of heat.

I don't have cold beer, but I can bring you water with ice.

Don't take too long.

I might melt, mind you.

What do I have to do to pass your class, Professor Francisco?

Study, Miss O'Leary.

Study for the final exam.

I see you like toys, Frankie.

Now, can you explain me who the hell is Putin?

Vladimir Putin, former KGB agent.

Bert Taylor,

uncrowned emperor of the new modern Russia.

Forging the Cold War sculpted by Soviet discipline.

Putin wasn't raised on fairy tales.

He was raised on the spy manuals.

They say he can seduce a nation just by raising an eyebrow.

When he rides shirtless, horses cry with emotion.

While Russians warm their hearts, sweat with pride.

As a leader, he was president, then prime minister, then president

again.

Because in his world, power isn't rotated, it's flexed.

His war with Ukraine didn't wear him down, it fueled his glory.

Trump looks at him like a man staring at a monument to absolute authority.

Putin doesn't rule.

He possesses.

He doesn't seduce.

He invades emotionally.

And his very chest has caused more international tension than a thousand

nuclear missiles.

In summary, he is the modern Tsar, the alpha male

of the East.

We've almost started another nuclear war.

Lucia, turn off the stove.

Look, it's going to rain.

I'd rather this ray catch me at home with the hot chocolate than here.

Yes, Doña Martita. Just a moment. I'm finishing cleaning the pork fat

extracted from the pen because of the cold.

And if I leave for tomorrow, it'll bring flies and rats.

I'll finish in five.

All right.

Oh, don't forget to feed the pigs before we leave.

Don't worry. Those pigs are well fed.

We've got plenty of the scraps.

Yeah, darling.

With this inflation, I don't even know what to do.

If I raise food prices, customers walk away.

And if I serve a little less, they complain and leave anyway.

Oh, God.

Tomorrow's Friday, and Fridays always bring more people.

You'll see. We'll sell a bit extra.

And, well, the only bad thing is this weather that doesn't help.

Sweetie, may God hear you.

Still have to pay the suppliers, your salary.

My God, so many deaths.

Don't worry about me, Lina Marta. I can wait a few days.

Thank you, my dear.

Looks like someone's coming.

I'll take care of it.

Good afternoon, sir.

We're closing because it's going to rain and we can stay here longer.

About five miles ahead, there is a gas station that also sells food. Better go

there. I just want something to eat and drink.

Nothing else.

I've come all the way from San Judas.

Haven't eaten since yesterday.

And won't eat again until I return.

Come on.

As I said, sir, we've already turned off the stove and... Give me whatever you've

got.

All right.

Let me see what's left, but don't expect too much.

Artita, did he say something else or did I imagine it?

Yeah, that's your hometown.

Yes, but better not serve him.

It's late and it's not a problem.

No, poor man.

There's still some food in the beer left.

That's it.

Don't be cruel.

Take it to him, dear.

Take it.

I know you.

You remember me?

I remember you perfectly.

You're from San Joe, that's right.

Remember?

We were lovers.

And we had a good time.

Bring me a cold beer.

I'm heating up here.

So, did you remember me?

Enjoy it.

Thanks.

It was him.

Don't worry.

Let them blame the pigs.

Please, have a seat.

No one else came to the audition?

Yes, but they already left.

This is a very private audition.

It's an outdoor cinema.

The master doesn't like crowds.

They stress him out, upset him.

And we don't want to see the master upset.

Let me give you some advice.

Tell me, please.

Don't contradict the master.

That would make him furious.

And then he wouldn't consider you at all.

Many girls have become very famous under his guidance.

You admire him that much?

Everything I know...

Everything I am, I owe to the Master.

I'm about to direct my first film.

They call him... The Master with the Scissorhands.

We're not looking for actresses here.

We're looking for truth.

Are you willing to go all the way?

The shards truly run through your veins.

Everything else is ivory, meaningless in your life.

If your thing is fame and fortune, get out of here and don't waste my time.

We are not here.

To waste any time.

Forgive my clumsiness and the harshness of my words.

But time is art to me.

And art is life.

Of course, I'm willing to do whatever you ask.

I'm sure this is what I long for.

Art is my only choice in life.

I truly desire that role with all my being, please.

And I know it's my only chance to shine.

I've always dreamed of it.

And without you, I'll never make it.

Master.

Improvise a seduction scene.

Give me your best.

Do not.

Just be yourself.

But there's nothing here.

It's just a blank page.

There's no script.

It's pure art.

I want to strip your shoulder.

You must take off your coat and all your clothes.

Sit down.

I want you to imagine that you have a wish, but you can't say

it with words.

Your body must do the talking.

Come closer.

Closer.

Okay?

It'll be easier.

Let me give you an advice.

Tell me. Stand up.

Don't contradict the master.

That would make him furious.

And then... He wouldn't consider it wrong.

Excellent. There have been many girls...

who became very famous with him.

Relax.

You know... I don't feel you seducing me.

Give yourself in now.

You are beautiful.

What's wrong?

I don't feel your spirit inside me.

You're testing my patience.

You're testing my patience. There are thousands of girls who'd give everything

to be in your place.

You know what?

Look.

I want you to imagine.

That you feel pleasure, the greatest pleasure a woman can have.

And make me believe you love me.

We're getting there.

You're understanding.

Now, lie down on the bed.

I only came here to act, not for some sick man to take advantage of me.

The power you think you have against the moment someone tells you no.

If you really were a director, you would recognize an actress, and you wouldn't

ask her for this.

You would just ask her to act.

And if you don't realize what you're doing, it's because you're not a good

director.

You're just a scared man. Nothing more.

Get out of here.

This isn't cinema.

Cinema doesn't need darkness like this.