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He won the Olimpo bar from Peyraga, one night...

...playing cards. l was there.

He turned to me and said:...

"lf you take the bar, l'll keep the business.

"That way l can keep on playing" That's how l got hooked.

Look, this is the packing house.

The bridge didn't exist then.

7,500 people worked there during the war years.

What times!

l haven't kept any photos of her.

Not one?

No, none.

l was in the canned meat section, with Elorriaga, a Spaniard, 10 years.

With Pantaleon.

With Pantaleon.

Yes, with Pantaleon.

Then l worked at Parana bar...

...and later at Bergami's Olimpo.

That ltalian Bergami was a great guy!

He was captain of a freighter that ran aground.

And he ran aground here, too...

and went sinking down, little by little...

Like so many others...

Papers! "The Worker", hot off the press!

The proletarian newspaper!

"The Worker"! Get your paper!

Oh, it's you.

She's bushed, poor thing.

Last night at the end we two were left alone.

We had to work like dogs.

Here.

Today, at City Hall, a guest speaker at the Conservative Party's closing rally.

Long live the Conservative Party!

Death to Guerci!

Stop the fraud!

Stop the car, Jesus, the bastards are shooting!

Go!

Here we are!

Open up, girls!

Come on, the boys are here to spend their dough!

Herminio, give us something to suck on.

lt's closed, we open at nine!

Herminio, just a tit!

Just one, Herminio!

Hello, Captain.

Oh! Fresh flesh!..

Hey! Didn't you hear? Don't touch me! Please!

Shitty ltalian!

Leave that there.

Leave me alone...

You think l didn't see when you touched his leg today, don't you?

You little bitch!

So why did you let me?

Here's my share... the girls' percentage...

...the world's upside down, boss.

The girls should pay us.

lf you don't want to charge them, okay...

But pay them? For opening their legs?

Here.

The tango band starts tomorrow and their cut is 15%.

You still do that?

lt's all fixed up, captain!

The best orchestra in Buenos Aires here, at a percentage!

And the bar pays for it!

lf we could have started tonight: 7 pesos...

At one peso per musician, with 2 shows, it's a windfall.

Good luck tonight!

Hey, boss!

ltaly's declared war!

Mussolini!

Mussolini against England!...

Try to get some rest today, ok?

Why don't you help her, then...

Since you take such good care of her?

l'm slower, baby...

Why don't you cover up?

She says she loves you so much.

Beatriz!...

l love Hungarian skin.

Off to work, butterflies. We've got customers.

Please, man...

Gardel singing a rumba?

That ltalian friend of yours can't tell a real tango.

And he doesn't even know the Paladino Kid and his great orchestra.

You remember, Herminio?

Splendid Radio, the national theater...

What do you mean?

Hector Soria, Demarchi at bandoneon, he was the third then.

You remember who was first?

Lucio, who's now with Troilo.

Four violins! Those were the days!

And here... we'll bring down the house.

Wait till people hear some real music for the first time...

...they won't believe it! Hey, Herminio...

...give me another one, man!

You've had six, Paladino, and you're on tomorrow.

Don't worry. We rehearse at 10. The piano comes at 9.

Everything's under control.

-Do you have a tuner? -Yeah.

Okay, then, give me another...

...to celebrate.

Hi!

l'm awfully sorry, Herminio.

Long live Guerci.

l said long live Guerci, dammit!

Long live Guerci.

That's better, brothers.

Who's that?

Tito lzquierdo, Guerci's chauffeur.

Why did he apologize to you?

Because once he missed a shot at Anibal Palacio,the radical.

And got me instead. l've been lame ever since.

That's why he apologizes every time he sees me.

Since l made mate for him in the party committee...

What a phenomenon!... By the way...

...you couldn't loan me a tenner, could you?

For the hotel, you know?

Juancito... why don't you go to bed? lt's late...

l see.

l'll pay you tomorrow.

-Don't you trust me? -No.

l wonder who they've killed.

This time it wasn't me.

l'll be back tomorrow for the return match.

l want to win this joint off you.

l won it playing, l'll lose it playing.

People who don't worry about money, are very dangerous.

That's true.

Bye.

l could come the nights when l start at 5 o'clock...

that way l can go forever.

Afterwards l'll sleep all afternoon and then go out...

Tough customers, huh?

Just so they pay...

Are wages low at the plant?

So what?

What do you mean?

l like to dance.

Come tomorrow.

Come...tomorrow.

Bitches!

The Olimpo...

Goddamn hole...

-Good morning. -Good morning.

l'm Osiris Demarchi... the jerk.

Coming on time from Buenos Aires...

not a wink last night...

for a rehearsal with a washed up drunken son of a bitch...

they call the Paladino Kid.

Come in.

-What are you laughing at? -Nothing.

-Up so early, boss? -No, l'm still asleep.

-Where do l leave this? -l don't know, anywhere.

-What? And the dressing rooms? -They're all taken.

l told you you were nuts.

No, Captain...

Hey, can't you hear? Tell him who the Paladino kid is!

Hi, gang!... What's up, Tano?

Hey, boys, where can l find a bed?

Higher!

Hi, boys, l'm here! How goes it, Herminio?

l had to borrow some stands...

Nobody in this town can read music, l guess.

That piano tuner must be deaf...

and the whole town smells like cow shit...

Honored!

Leave those there...

No, you don't open it like that.

What a son of a bitch...

You have to keep tabs on everything, otherwise...

-Who's the piano player? -What?

-The piano player, who is it? -A certain... Funes.

-See you later. -Yeah, later.

-Which Funes? Osvaldo? -No, that one's a guitar player.

A friend recommended him. They said he's first class.

-Who recommendend him, Paladino? -Old man Ehler.

Who?

-Hey, what's all this? -My final exam?

Somebody recommended him, l can't remember who...

-Good morning. -Good morning, ma'am..

-Maestro Paladino, please. -Yes, of course.

Paladino, you're wanted!...

There he is.

Maestro Paladino...

Madam?

l'm Azucena Funes, the piano player.

You're... Funes?

-Yes. -Nobody told me...

Bingo! A dame... Just what we needed.

l studied with Mr. Ehler...

l think he told you...

Yes. No!... He told me...

l told him l needed a piano player...

We were in a bar, and he said...

That you're a sucker!

Sorry, Maestro.

l think we were both misled.

Just a moment, ma'am. Please.

Have you got a piano player for tonight?

No. And without piano we're not playing.

And if we don't play, we don't collect.

And if we don't collect, l don't know about the rest...

but l haven't got the dough to get back to Buenos Aires.

He's right.

Well, Paladino?

Excuse me, ma'am...?

-Can you sight read? -Yes.

lf you please.

Do you know "La Cumparsita"?

What rhythm!

Who is she?

Can't you see?

A woman who plays the piano.

When l heard that tango l felt like something amazing might happen...

l felt it here...

But l never imagined that...

That night the orchestra blew them away.

-Would you like a drink? -No.

Bring me a cold beer.

lf l just wasn't lame...

What a woman!

Will you dance, sir?

ltalian, hurry, l'm waiting for you.

First l dance, later we talk.

Move over, man.

Jerk.

Tito, won't you try?

Look how easy it is.

No, if l move too much, my gun might go off.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. ln about 2 hours, another show...

... Maestro Paladino will share more tangos with his distinguished audience.

You're a better dancer than Cachafaz.

Let's have a rematch.

No tables tonight. There's a band.

You afraid of losing the place?

No. l'm afraid of dying in my sleep.

l want a real game, that will make you suffer.

Then let's play for the highest card.

Herminio, bring a pack and the deed of the property.

So, what did l tell you? We were a hit!

Now you'll listen to me.

For the next show we'll wear our dinner jackets.

What do you think this is? The Chantecler?

Are you planning to stay here?

'Cause we're short of rooms. And there are two beds here.

We are musicians, miss. Professionals.

l'm also a professional, champ; don't talk down to me.

What's wrong with this dame?

Okay, okay, it's all right, baby.

The room is booked. Can't you see?

Hands off the merchandise! And go brush your teeth.

Heads or tails.

The face of the Republic.

You win. Your turn.

Women have always followed me.

The cards.

This money belongs to the city employees.

For their salaries.

So you'll have to wait a few days.

No.

No credit, Tito. l'm no grocer.

You don't want people to find out l stole their salaries.

l'm a politician.

Yes, you're a politician.

Four days.

l don't want to kill you, Tano. l like you.

Did you hear me?

You want to kill a man?

l want to kill an ltalian.

Put your gun away, Tito.

The customers mustn't be frightened.

lf you want to rob the employees again...

l'll see you on Friday. You can have your revenge.

Don't worry.

l have plenty of time to rip you to shreds.

You and this joint, too.

Well, what are you waiting for to change?

The female...

Easy, man, it's the 'female' who makes the band.

l just know she does whatever she pleases.

And the old drunk doesn't stop her.

What did you say?

Excuse me. The band leader doesn't stop her.

And l'm here to play, not to guess riddles.

lf she has any arrangements, let her write them out.

lf l like one, l'll play it.

Excuse me...

l don't mind notating everything, but l think...

...improvising adds something...

Easy, Osiris. She'll write it out for you...

Hey, let's cut it out!

Why don't we get changed and quit screwing around?

Because l can't strip down to my boxers in front of this dame.

Why not? Are you embarrassed?

lt's all right, boys. l'm leaving. You can change in peace.

l'm not paying you.

lf you don't pay, you get nothing.

But, even if l wanted to, l don't have any money...

Baby, no money, no fun.

The dampness here gets into my bones.

l'm used to it.

l even like the smell of the humid river air.

Are you from here?

From Zarate? No.

What made you come here...

to a place like this?

Perhaps because where l was they asked too many questions.

Sorry.

You must be sleepy.

l'm dying for a bed but... they're all taken.

Come.

Excuse me.

This room is never used.

lt's nice!...

l have about an hour and a half.

-Take a rest, then. -Thank you.

Take this one, l have to sing...

No, l've done 9 already and another one's waiting in number 2.

Thanks!

When l wanted to love you

you didn't love me

and now that l want to lose you

You follow me everywhere.

When l looked for you like a madwoman

l never found you,

And now that l've left you

Because you tired me

You come looking for me

Come on, buddy, come on!

Stop!

What do you want?

l was with him.

Yea, fucky fucky, yea.

Okay, everything's okay.

Let's all dance to the music of Duarte and the Parana boys.

Music, Maestro!

Herminio! Keep it down, l'm losing.

What are you doing here?

-l brought them, mister. -Who?

The Americans. They asked for fuck-ee, fuck-ee..

-Why don't you take them out? -Where?

You're right. Better leave them.

Here.

No, no, no...

l have to work. l need the money.

You're lying!

The black man tore you up but he gave you 100 dollars.

With that you could buy a house if you want.

But you're a whore!

You think so? That's true.

Somebody found a retreat.

Oh!, this is a mess... You're such a slob!.

You'll need a stitch here.

l thought you were gonna sleep till tomorrow.

Sorry. Am l annoying you?

-Yes. What's your name? -Azucena Funes.

Ow! You beast! Easy!

But the musicians call you Funes. You don't mind?

What?

That they call you Funes. Like a man.

l'm getting used to it.

-You like the show? -Which one?

This ass in the air. You seem to enjoy watching.

Don't get jealous.

How can she help liking it?

lt's the prettiest backside in Buenos Aires province.

Why don't you go home to sleep?

First l have to find one.

lt won't be here.

lt's okay. l don't like to live where l work.

The thing is, l arrived today, and did nothing but rehearse...

so l've got nowhere to go.

-And your things? -There they are.

-All of them? -Yes.

She could go to Panchas's...

lt's a sleazy place, for laborers...

That doesn't matter. As long as it has a bed and a bath, it's fine.

l can't afford a hotel.

Do you need money?

No, thanks. l think we'll get paid tonight.

lt's two blocks from here. Herminio will show you.

Okay.

Pancha gives credit.

What good threads!

Funes!

Yes, Maestro!

Yes, Maestro.

Come on, we're on!

l'll be ready in a second. Just let me change.

The boys showed up.

-Got a cigarette? -l don't smoke.

Finally, nice boys with money!...

What's your name?

Mario.

Can you dance?... Come on!

Careful! That one's not for sale!

-How much do you charge? -You, ten. Him, five.

And all of us for 2 each? There are 5 of us.

Well, why don't you just go wash your undies?

Didn't Mommy give you money to do the dirty deed?

Do you want to?

Herminio, give me a glass of bitters.

-Boss, were you ever in Paris? -No.

But someday l'll go.

You'll have to ask the Germans for permission.

They took it yesterday.

The radio said so.

Meanwhile...

...change your shirt.

You like this, kid? lt's really classy.

-Don't you have any money? -l do.

Then, you don't like me.

lt's that l'm engaged.

So you've got a fiancee. ls she pretty?

Yes.

-What's her name? -Maria.

-Was she your first one? -No, l haven't yet...

-At your age? You must be around 20! -Eighteen. We swore to be faithful.

You really mean it?...

Yes, you do.

That piano player, is she from around here?

Why don't you ask her yourself?

No, we better go.

No.

Only if you promise you'll come after you'married.

-Do you promise? -l don't know. We'll see.

Let's go.

With you here, this place is going to change.

-Does that matter to you? -No, it's all the same to me.

This is just a place to play cards, and when you play...

lt doesn't matter what you think.

Did you know Paris has been occupied?

l'd like to hear you play now, with no one here...

Listen to this, Bergami.

Cobian y Cadicamo.

When l tried to dance... no, don't laugh...

l found... that music was...

somehow inside of me.

Come.

For your fame, for your look

You're the most famous hoodlum in the underworld

You're the bravest of them all

You're the real Ventarron!

Who can equal you, for your skill

in the tango steps

in the conquest of hearts...

in the conquest of hearts...

She changed all of our lives

l don't know how...

but she changed people's lives.

l don't know if it was her voice...

the tango, or her presence...

And the Olimpo wasn't an easy place, you remember...

Let me go!

You don't know who Osiris Demarchi is...

Ask around!

l like everything...

But when l say l like everything l mean the worst.

Or the best, for me.

And everything makes me feel bad.

Can you understand that?

Yes, you understand...

Occupied!

But you're cunning, you never tell anything...

l don't know.

l'm half crazy, Amanda would say.

Will you let me help you?

Are you being nice, or do you like me?

Like this...

Look.

That's you.

Look at yourself.

You think l don't know what she's like?

She's very young...

l don't know what's wrong with her...

But when you love somebody that way, so much, you suffer a lot.

After so many guys, a girl like Beatriz...

...is like a prize.

And she knows that.

Hello! You look so pretty, Amanda!

Don't sit here, you'll get picked up!

Don't worry.

Amanda.

Hello! You see?

We shouldn't complain.

How are you doing?

Excuse me.

Yes.

What do you charge?

What do you charge?

-Oh, no. l get a percentage. -Percentage of what?

-Of the bar. l'm a musician. -You... play in the band?

Yes, l'm the pianist.

Oh, sorry.

-And what do you do? -l work at the slaughterhouse.

Excuse me.

The game isn't quite over...

can we talk tomorrow?

Yes, of course.

What are you up to?

ls it yours?

No, a guy from Zarate wrote it. Homero Exposito.

Alley, alley...

So far away...

We wandered lost holding hands

under a summer sky,

dreaming in vain.

A lamp-post, an old gate

as in a tango

We wandered lost holding hands,

under a summer sky

that split open.

Just let me cry hard

with the ancient sob of leaving

when the alley vanishes

under that green grass of forgiveness...

of forgiveness.

Let me cry and remember you

braids that tie me to the old gate.

From your country there's no return,

even with the green grass

of forgiveness.

Where are you?

Where've you gone?

Where are the feathers of my nest,

the thrill of having lived,

...and that love?

A lamp-post, an old gate

as in a tango

and this sob among my hands

and that summer sky

that slit open....

You can't sleep here!

You bring a guy or leave the bed empty.

No, let go of me! l fell asleep!

l'll show you, bitch!...

Girls! Behave!

Why don't you go to a hotel!

That's enough!

Why don't you sleep at the plant, idiot?

l fell asleep waiting for the boss.

l've got a home, not like you.

-Who were you waiting for? -The boss.

For Mr. Bergami, you little whore!

Beatriz...

- Look who's talking. - Don't worry... l'll take her...

Come on, girls...

Let's go, lsabel...

lf l catch you again, l'll kill you.

lf you touch me again, l'll bust open your head!

Enough!

Mr. Bergami, lsabel was waiting for you.

l fell asleep.

But l...

...l was expecting you.

lt doesn't matter. Good night.

You didn't pay me.

Who?

l was waiting because you didn't pay me.

Oh, l...

l didn't realize. How much?

8 pesos, it was twice.

That's what Herminio told me to charge.

Do l stay or leave?

Stay.

Thanks.

Hello...

Since you got here, things are going great.

You're very kind, Herminio.

Kind, me? You can't be kind here.

Then what are you? Bad?

Bad, l dunno. But l'm lame.

And a lame person always bears a grudge against life.

-You're not happy? -Chatting like this, l am.

When you play the piano, l wish l could touch you...

Touch me, Herminio.

Whoever touches another is touching God.

Yes, you're God, but...

Forgive me, but l'd like to touch you in a different way.

Thanks.

Miguel... sure you don't want to change?

l'll lend you some clothes.

Maybe it's not...

This place is sort of...

Thanks, Mario.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

ls Mrs. Azucena Funes in?

Lady! You're wanted!

Come in.

You've grown...

They call you Funes.

My name is Funes.

Your name is Tena.

-They look alike, didn't you notice? -No!

No? l saw his eyes, didn't you see how he looked?

lt's her son, for sure.

Boss, the table is ready.

Good evening, angels.

-Hi, Felisa! -Hello!

What's the matter with this dame?

Either she won the lottery or she found a guy.

Well...

Now then, what would you like to hear?

Don't you want some music?

Let's see, what would you like to hear?

Excuse me?

A folk style, he says. He's a peasant.

Oh! Let me see...

To life, friends. To life.

The truth is, we thought she had fallen for Bergami.

And it made you jealous.

Now l can tell you. Yes.

Don't laugh.

Ah, Funes. l have the score.

l'd like us to look it over together.

l'd love to, but...

l have a date, Maestro.

But there are some rhythms here that don't work...

Maestro, forgive me but it's impossible.

See you tomorrow!

l told you, she got conceited. They're all alike.

Listen.

-Good evening. -Good evening.

We had an appointment

Oh, yeah, but that was several days ago.

Well, l...

No. Forgive me, Bergami...

Don't say anything... l think...

...it's too late. For everything. Good night.

That boy never comes out...

He'll dry out!

Shut up! Can't you see he's her son?

Of course!

Of course it's her son. You're a gossip.

l'm only answering you...

Hey! Look at the ltalian!

He's playing your waltz.

Tell me when, then. l must tell you something.

Somebody's coming who...

How about tomorrow, after the first show?

No, tomorrow will be too late.

l can't, my love, sorry...

Till tomorrow.

Are you going to leave me like this?

Are you sure you don't prefer to talk to her?

You know your sister.

l'd rather be a writer, a poet, a tramp...

not a soldier.

l'd like to sing with you.

Thanks.

Ladies and gentlemen,

our distinguished guest...

the Queen of Buenos Aires music, La Tana...

will sing a tango for us.

'Like two strangers'

lt frightened me

the solitude

and the terror

Of dying far from you.

l wanted to cry so much

sensing beside me

The jeering of reality.

My heart begged me

To look for you

To come to your love.

My heart asked me

so l looked for you

Thinking you'd be my salvation.

And now that l am

Face to face with you

we seem, you know,

two strangers.

A lesson l finally learned

about how the years change things

The anguish of knowing,

That already dead

Are illusion and faith.

l'm sorry if you see me weeping,

the memories have made me sad.

Beatriz.

You have your father's face.

You always say that.

Why don't you bring her a photo,

So she could see what he looks like.

Shut up, you filthy whore!

But a decent one.

-You'll come with me? -No.

-Do you love me? -No!

Where have you hidden him?

This time l won't tell you.

You finally found a place just right for you.

And you want to drag that poor creature here...

... who has his whole life in front of him?

Allow me.

No! l won't allow it! Because she's my sister!

And her lover is my son. Let me by!

Funes.

Please tell them l'm leaving, and l won't be back.

Listen to me, Funes...

What's the matter, Beatriz?

l hate you.

What happened...

What's the matter?

l can't...

Miguel, have you gone mad?

Where's your car, Mario?

At home. But wait a minute, think about it!

l haven't time to argue.

But how can you leave school one month before graduation!

Don't shout!

We had to struggle seven years for that diploma, dammit!

lt's only my life that's at stake.

To be a writer? Don't joke around...

... with your aunt...

Yes, with my aunt. l'm asking you to take us...

... to Buenos Aires. Yes or no?

Let's go.

Look how she left you...

wrecked.

Why didn't you want me?

Why?

Go away.

Why did you ignore me?

Why did you leave me, why... why!

Go away!

Amanda!

Amanda! Amanda!

After all, l'm the only one you can count on.

What time is it, ma'am?

-Half past 8. Are you Spanish? -No.

Give me that!

Hey! Stop there!

Miguel!

Miguel!

Miguel!

There's a bite! Loosen the reel...

Must be a 'dorado'...

Reel it in slowly...

Shit! lt cut the fishhook!

lt was a 'dorado', for sure.

Well, as l was telling you...

The kid was buried in San Pedro.

And Funes vanished into thin air...

Bergami went looking for her, in vain.

lt was a sweltering summer...

What can you do?

Women used to be different.

Different? Whores, as always.

Hm... Whores, could be...

but they loved you to death.

-What are you talking about, Herminio?... -Soap operas.

What do you know, Negro? What do you know?

Soul,

You've been so wounded,

Why do you refuse to forget...

Why do you prefer

To cry over what you've lost

To look for what you've loved

To call what died...

lt's Carnival.

Already?

lt starts on Thursday.

-Sure, Saturday l won't be here. -No?

-No, l'm going dancing with my fiance. -With whom?

With my fiance. Why?

You think l won't ever marry because l work here?

What does he say?

Nothing, he doesn't know anything...

lf this continues this way, we'll all need fiances.

Or a job at the factory.

What misery!

lf only the piano player had stayed, poor thing...

Poor thing? l wish she were dead.

Funes?

Yes. My son's a truck driver and he saw...

he says he saw... in a store in Cardales...

...or Capilla, l can't remember...

...he saw that woman, half drunk...

...or half sick.

...life comes...

...bringing another love...

Soul,

don't shut the window

to the happy morning sun.

Don't despair,

the most beloved dream,

is the one that wounds us,

it's the one that hurts the most.

Funes has been found.

Hi!

l'm looking for a lady called Funes.

They say she plays the piano here.

Only the radio plays here, nothing else.

Oh, the radio...

Hey! Where are you going?

l know the lady.

l want to get you out of here.

Are things that bad?

lt's not that.

l wanted to see you. Listen to you.

l want to take you away from here.

What do you want from me?

There they come.

This is your home.

Welcome.

Herminio!

A surprise. Virgilio y Homero Exposito.

You remember 'Green grass', don't you?

We have a present. Come.

Now what if she takes him away?

She won't.

"Blossoming orange tree"

This is our present.

She was softer than water...

Than soft water.

She was fresher than the river,

a blossoming orange-tree.

And in this summery street,

lost street...

she left a piece of life

and went away.

First you must know how to suffer,

then to love, then to part

and in the end wander without thoughts,

Scent of a blossoming orange tree,

empty promises of love

that blew away in the wind.

After, what does after matter,

my whole life is the yesterday

That holds me in the past.

Eternal old youth,

Which has left me frightened

like a bird without light.

What have her hands done,

what have they done,

to leave in my chest

so much pain?

The pain of an old grove,

A song on the corner.

For a piece of life,

Blossoming orange-tree

First you must know how to suffer,

then to love, then to part

And in the end wander without thoughts

Scent of a blossoming orange tree,

empty promises of love

that blew away in the wind.

After, what does after matter,

my whole life is the yesterday

That holds me to the past.

Eternal old youth,

Which has left me frightened,

like a bird without light.

Long live Guerci!

Long live Guerci!

Get out! Get out!

Ponsa and Jeanmaire did the autopsy...

And they found out that she hadn't died of a gunshot...

as everybody thought.

A stab wound had pierced her heart.

Just like the kid.

You're right.

Who killed her?

Sit down.

Beatriz Nunez, come in.

You don't know anything, you didn't see anything.

Understand?

-They're free to go. -Good.

Boss, the deed.

l'm leaving tomorrow.

-Okay, Captain. We'll go together. -No. l'm leaving alone.

-The cash, boss. -l don't need it.

Take something, at least.

This is enough. The rest is for you.

lncredible...

lt still looks wet.

The blood, l mean.

Don't touch anything!

What? Do l look like an idiot?

There are more, over here.

Boss, do you think one of them could have gotten this far?

l don't think so.

Because l was looking at them all the time...

and nobody moved.

ln the end.

Nobody saw anything.

Who knows.

lt could've been anyone.

Even me.

You know, Captain...

l would've done anything for you.

l didn't kill her for jealousy.

l killed her because she...

would have hurt you again.

She would leave.

And you couldn't go on losing, Captain.

You know l loved you...