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Well aren�t you a fucking idiot!

What the fuck are you doing here?

-No nothing... -You looking for something huh?

Take it easy man...

-You�ve been having fun huh? -Chill dude...

Grab him!

Look at me punk!

-Hold him tight. -Fuck him up!

Shit my hand. Fucking pussy!

Make sure no one�s looking!

��There are blows in life...��

��...so great...��

��...l don�t know!��

��Blows as if from the hatred of God��

��As if before them, the backlash of everything suffered...��

��...were to damn up the soul��.

��l don�t know!��

��They are few, but they are��

��They open dark furrows in the fiercest face...��

��...and in the strongest side.��

��Perhaps they could be the horses of barbarous Attilas...��

��...or the black heralds Death sends us.��

��There are blows in life so great.

��...l don�t know!��

Lima, Sunday 6am. Two weeks before.

Who is it?

No one.

Hello Santi, it�s your father.

l�m sorry for having to tell you like this...

Before your mother died, l...

...l�m not sure how to say this.

Your mother left me for being a failure.

l didn�t realize this until after she died.

Forgive me.

You�re a grown man now and...

...l know l have never been a good father.

l guess what l�m trying to say is...

...l want you to know, that l love you son.

Forgive me for leaving you by yourself.

l have to go now.

Forgive me.

Hey sir! What are you doing?!

-C�mon Santi don�t take so long. -Yeah, yeah.. don�t worry.

-How much longer? -l�m almost there...

For fuck�s sake!

-Santiago who the hell keeps calling? -Just leave it...

-Stop messing around... -Mariana! No don�t!

Hello? Yes, speaking...

Come again?

Santiago what�s the matter?

My father...

ln the name of the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, Amen.

May the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ...

...the love of the Father...

...and the communion of the Holy Ghost,

may He be with your spirits.

-Pautrat? Santiago Pautrat? -That�s me...

Sign here please.

Thank you.

-ls this all of it? -Yes.

��The Black Heralds��

��And with this track from �The Vagabonds���

��we have some spicy news for you.��

��The police determined that the reason for the recent suicide of the...��

��60s band�s lead singer was due to chronic depression and an...��

��...economic and personal trauma.��

��The 58 year-old lead singer, Jean Pautrat,

lept off the Miraflores bridge...��

��...last Sunday the 12 of July with that ending his life.��

��l don�t know if you remember but his wife of 10 years...��

��left him for a Spanish diplomat.��

��The town�s gossip said that was the cause of the group�s breakup.��

��What a shame right? He being so talented an all!��

Hello Santi...Santi?

lt�s me Xime...

...l see you�re not in...

...l just found out about your dad and...

...l�m so sorry...

...l still can�t believe it...

l really hope you�re doing better. l know it must be tough and all.

Everything here in New York is fine but we really miss you.

l�igo sends you a hug...

...and l a ton of kisses.

l�ll call you back soon. Bye.

Based on your file...

...your academic and social performance...

...leaves a lot to be desired Pautrat.

How can l justify a scholarship for you...

...if you haven�t even paid your academic insurance.

You come from over four private schools...

...from which you�ve been expelled from for bad conduct...

Here you have been suspended three times...

...for physical aggression against other students.

Please...

l really need your help right now...

...l�m going through very hard times...

...and yesterday l lost my job.

But according to your file, you live with your father.

No, we no longer live together.

Why don�t you look for educational opportunities...

...in other institutions that are more adjusted to your budget.

Maybe you weren�t born to be an economist, Pautrat.

��Hey leave a message and l�ll call ya!��

Answer the phone!

-Chips sir? -No thanks!

Sir...only five soles for this toy dog.

No...no thank you l�m good.

Son of a bitch!

Sir... How are you?

Sir can l have twenty soles on ninety gas please.

Santiago! No! Leave him alone! Stop being an animal!

You fucking whore!

l tried calling you! Let go!

l tried calling you a hundred times but you never answered.

So you start dating some asshole?

Santi...are you there? Pick up the phone...

...it�s me, Xime again. l don�t know if you got my message yesterday...

...well the thing is...

l mentioned to l�igo that it would be good to come see you...

...and he thought it was a great idea.

l know it�s a bit surprise but we�ll be arriving on Thursday!

And l�igo says that even though we�re just...

...brother and sister through marriage, he�s dying to meet you.

l also really wanna see you...

...how long has it been? Five or six years?

l think the last time was at your mother�s funeral.

Seems like only sad times bring us together.

Hopefully we can change that.

Xime?

Guess who?

Xime!

-How are you? -Better, doing better.

l�m so sorry about your dad and all...

Don�t worry about it, l�m much better now. You?

Good, great. Married as you can see.

Congrats!

You�re so grown up!

Last time l saw you you were a fifteen year old squirt full of pimples.

-Where is l�igo? -Look.

-Santiago... -What�s up?

-l�m so sorry about your father. -Don�t worry, l�m fine now.

How was your flight from NY?

Fine.

Well l�m kind of jet lagged with the time change and all...

-lt�s only one hour, l�igo. -lt was only a joke, Ximena.

Shall we?

-Got everything? -Yeah!

Wow, your place is nice.

lt needs a girl�s touch but that can be fixed.

Yeah it�s quite...retro.

lt belonged to my mother. l moved in after high school.

Cool.

l�ve prepared my bedroom for you. The bed is big and...

...l just changed the sheets, and there�s also clean towels.

Let me know if you need anything.

-And you, where do you sleep? -On the sofa.

You can close this door if you want.

You�re going to sleep there?

Yeah, l always pass out there anyways.

-Are you sure? -Yeah, don�t worry.

-Smells good... -l got you a welcoming ��chifa��.

-Delicious! -Chifa?

l hope it�s not too cold.

-What the hell is Chifa? -Chinese-Peruvian food, my love.

-You owe me for this one. -Please.

-Hey Santi, where�s the bathroom? -Over here.

This is in Mancora right?

l used to love going on these trips.

How�d it go? How�d the song go?

��lf the queen of Spain were to die...

��...Charles V would...��

C�mon help me, l don�t remember.

��...then Charles V would want to rule and Spanish blood...��

��...would spill and flow like the waves flow in the sea.��

l can�t believe l still remember!

How�s the chifas?

Chifa, without the ��s��.

Alright guys let�s set the table.

Can l have one?

-Just one. -No, no.

Shame l missed the wedding. Would�ve loved to have gone.

Well you really didn�t miss much. lt was a small wedding.

-lntimate. -lntimate.

-l still haven�t told you how we met. -No, don�t think so.

After one long year in New York, l was finally able to do an exhibition.

And this nut came in and bought the entire show.

lt wasn�t gentry, her show was spectacular.

-What can l say, she�s talented... -You�re such an idiot!

And you? Any plans?

l was thinking about going on a trip. Taking a little break from Lima.

-Cool. Where are you going? -Mancora.

Mancora? What a great idea.

Yeah... l leave tomorrow.

Tomorrow?.

But...you don�t want to spend some time with us?

Thing is l already had it planned for some time now.

So you�re leaving?

Baby, leave him alone.

Santi, go ahead with your plans...

lt�s a shame, l was really looking forward to spending some time with you.

l feel real bad. You guys can stay here as long as you like.

-l�m going to leave you a set of keys. -Santi, don�t worry about us really.

Thanks, but don�t worry about it.

Well maybe we can see you when you return?

Well l think l�m off to the shower.

l�ll pick this up.

-Don�t worry about it... -You guys take the rest.

Santi, thanks...

Not even a five-star hotel treats us this well.

Are you ok?

Yeah.

l really need to get out of Lima for a couple of days.

All this, the winter and all, it�s suffocating me a bit.

l think that�s kind of the reason why my mother left.

No one knows about this but...

...my father...

...just before he jumped, he called me...

...and l didn�t even answer.

l hadn�t seen him for...

...six months...

...and l didn�t even pick up...

My father killed himself because of me.

Santi, he didn�t kill himself because of you...

...that was his decision.

l hadn�t seen him in six months, l had to wait till his funeral.

No Santi, please.

What are you doing here so early?

Someone�s in a mood.

Since you don�t want to spend time with us here...

...l�ve decided we�ll do it in Mancora.

-Are you serious? -Yup.

You�re leaving l�igo here?

The hell with leaving l�igo here!

l�igo goes to Mancora.

Open up, it�s cold!

-You don�t mind right? -No, of course not.

Open up! l�m freezing!

Open! Before l freeze!

-Leave it. -You got it?

lt�s heavy. They�re your things anyway.

Open the trunk, this weighs a ton!

Hey you, if you�re going to be so serious stop and l�ll get off.

C�mon, gimme a little smile...

Hey Santi, what type of music did your dad sing?!

You�re speaking too loud!

Sorry. So what kind of music did your dad sing?

You know, old school stuff...

Ballads?

No, a bit more funky, you know?.

Like the Puma?

What Puma?

Shit dude, the Puma, you know... Jose Rodriguez! The Puma.

Thanks.

l�ll have another one please.

Look how cute those kids are.

Do you mind taking off your sunglasses,

l can�t see your eyes.

What�s wrong?

Nothing...

l�igo, l told you not to come if you didn�t want to.

Xime please, be grateful for the effort huh...

Effort?

Effort is what l do for you.

People don�t change. Get that into your head.

Anyway, let�s try to enjoy ourselves.

-Wow the food looks great! -lt�s all for you...all of it!

Why didn�t you stop?

-Why should l stop? -Because they were asking for help.

And why should l stop to help the first asshole whose car breaks down?

Because that�s what people do.

Maybe in Madrid or New York but not here.

l don�t get it, that�s the mentality of a child.

Child...right.

Who helps you?

Who helps me?

Who helped me when my mother left?

Nobody.

Who helped me when my father decided one morning...

...to throw himself off a goddamn bridge?

No one, because no one helps!

That�s life. Everyone has to survive on their own.

l take care of myself...

...l�m sure they will too so don�t worry for them so much.

l agree with Santi...

...fuck em�.

Survival of the fittest.

You�re a lot like me Santi.

A lot...

How are you doing in school?

At my pace...

...l think l�m going to end up being a singer like my dad.

-Don�t wanna be an economist? -l was told l�m not cut out for it.

-l�igo! -What?

-Couldn�t you piss somewhere else? -Where the hell else? Sorry!

Excuse me, may l take a picture of you?

So what are you up to? Working?

-l did. -Doing what?

l was a waiter.

And? What, they fired you? Like a dog...

Well thank God that l�ve never been fired from a job.

Because you haven�t worked a day in your life.

Thank God!

So why�d they fire you?

My boss made some jokes about my father that weren�t very funny...

-And? -l knocked him out.

Fuck him...

Leibovitz. Let�s go!

-Let�s go! -Thanks!

Where have you been? Your shirt is filthy with grease!

Leave me alone, you fucked up my piss...

Hey guys...

Excuse me, can you please tell me exactly where we are?

Well, somewhere in between Lima and Mancora.

-You�re going to Mancora? -Yup.

l�m also going to Mancora.

Can l get a lift?

Yeah sure, why not?

Great! Thanks!

My name is Andres, but my friends call me Batoe.

Batoo?

-Batoe, with an accent on the ��u��. -Oh, Batoe.

l�m Ximena.

-How are you? -Fine.

The smiling fellow over there is Santi...

...and that�s l�igo, my husband.

-Hey bro. -Broooo.

Shall we?

One sec, l�m going to go get my surfboard.

Don�t rush we�ll wait for you in the car.

Hey what the fuck are you doing?

Seems like a nice guy, no?

-ls he coming with us the whole way? -Yeah till Mancora, so?

So bohemian.

Jackass...

-Hey, leave that song on. -Alright!

-So you�re Cuban? -l�m Cungo.

-Cungo? -Cubano-Gringo.

-l�ve never heard of that. -Just made it up.

-Do you guys mind? -Ah...weed?!

-You speak Portuguese don�t you? -No, but l do speak weed.

So why do they call you Batoe?

Because l�m the reincarnation of Batoe...

-...you know who Batoe is right? -Nope.

He was the creator of Kung Fu, 500 years before Christ.

-So you do karate? -No, no.

How long have you been traveling for?

A long time.

l left Rio de Janeiro over a year ago.

And you�ve come from Rio hitchhiking?

That�s right. And since what counts is the...

...journey and not the destination.

May the road be welcomed.

What?

Nothing...Our Batoe is all talk.

Why?

��What counts is the journey not the destination?�� What?

The world isn�t as fucked up as you imagine it to be, Santi.

The world, as l observe it...

...my little grasshopper, is how you see it and...

...and more than that, how you want it to be.

Amen!

-That�s some good weed, right? -Amazing!

But this isn�t the weed talking... it�s the voice of the Shamman.

-Shamman? -Shamman.

The masters of the Ayahuasca.

What the hell is Ayahuasca?

lt�s a beverage that the indigenous people take in Peru.

ln Brazil too.

Where can we score some?

You�d have to go to the Amazon.

Even though you might find it in Mancora...

Piura is Peru�s Shamman capital.

Ayahuasca is not a game. lt�s not peyote or San Pedro...

...it�s much stronger.

lt�s a ritual that converts you into the animal you carry inside.

Ayahuasca is much more than that.

lt puts you face to face with your daemons.

For some, it�s the answer to all their problems... understand?

Cool!

Shit! No music.

-Nothing huh? -Just crappy news.

-Give it a rest? -Kill it.

(in portuguese) The longest wave in the world.

-Understand? -No!

Can�t understand a damn word you speak.

Chicama. lt�s the beach with the longest surf break in the world.

-Get out of here! -No joke dude.

lt�s a tube of water, two meters high and two kilometers long.

(in portuguese) Perfection.

l don�t get it.

Me neither.

Brazil!

That wave is phenomenal!

Two meters...

Longest wave in the world huh?!

Where�ve you been baby?

Craziest wave l�ve seen in my life. Hey we�re spending the night.

You have to come see it!

-Sorry man but l�m going to Mancora. -Fuck, one night?

l can�t stay, if l do l�ll lose the hotel reservation.

Ok whatever, you go to Mancora.

So how about it? We stay here, you and me?...

-What? -l don�t understand you l�igo.

What? What don�t you get? C�mon what the hell is wrong?

(in portuguese) Fight?

Fight! Yes! Ximena loves to fight!

-And where do you plan on staying? -ln a hotel.

-And the board? -l�ll rent it!

-They don�t rent boards here. -Well l�ll rent Batoe�s.

-Batoe? -lt�s not for sale brother...

No, no. Not sale, rent. l give you money...

Help me out here man.

(in portuguese) Gift.

Presente? A gift? Great!

-Brother? -Yeah!

So you�re leaving? l can�t believe it...

That�s enough! Please!

Let�s go Xime!

That�s enough! Please!

-C�mon! What are you doing? -Let�s go.

-(in portuguese) Thanks man! -Your welcome.

So that�s it?

You coming?

Later guys!

Let�s go. That�s it! Move, l�m driving.

-You sure? -The hell with it! Batoe let�s go!

l hate those impulse reactions he gets.

Guy�s addicted to adrenaline.

He shoots it up eh?

-You smoke a ton... -No.

How old are you again? Twenty? Twenty-one?

Twenty-one.

-You�re such a little squirt. -Shut up.

Xime, honestly... what are you doing here?

l wanted to see you.

That�s it! Almost got it!

Easy does it!

Do you need a hand?

-C�mon! We got it! -Easy sir.

Ready?

-Thanks kid! How can l repay you? -Not necessary sir.

How about a lift? l�m on my way out...

-Sure...why not? -Great!

Hey are my panties there?

No clue...

Don�t worry. Where can they be?

They�re right here. You didn�t even look.

-What are you looking at? -Me? Nothing.

C�mon perv! Hit the shower.

-How�s it going? -Xime is almost ready.

-Ready? -Nearly. Five minutes.

So where�s the party?

ln the next town over, ��El Alto��.

Hemingway used to live there.

Sounds good huh?

Can l have a drag?

-l thought you weren�t allowed to. -How funny...

Five seconds right?

Yes.

-Hey how are you? -Fine and you?

Guys this is ��El Mono��.

Welcome folks!

Let�s go!

Damn this tonazo is sick part�na!

Tonazo? What language are you speaking?

ln Peruvian sweetie. Tonazo means party. Dig it?

-Dig it? -Dig it means get it.

Let�s get a couple of cold ones.

lt will loosen you up.

-That�s our stop. -Where?

Some beers would be nice!

Hey ma�m, some iced icle ones as if they were for you.

lced icle? You�re screwing me up Mono!

Whatever, it�s all good. You order, l�m buying.

-No way. l wanna buy. -Then you buy all the rounds!

As long as they�re icy icicle, l�m buying!

Check it out!

Baby are you bored?

What�s wrong? Now you want to dance with that clown?

Yeah, would it bother you?

-You think l�m an idiot? -Yes.

l may not be from the city but l�m no idiot!

Watch it bitch!

-Easy what�s your problem? -Had to be a city faggot.

Hey what�s your problem huh?

Who the fuck are you calling a city faggot you fucking indian!

Bitch ass city boy!

l wonder what would�ve been of me if l�d have lived in Mancora.

What�s so funny?

l would have set up a little bar. Would take my pictures...

...and would be completely free.

But then you wouldn�t have met l�igo.

lf it weren�t for l�igo my life would�ve gone to shit.

Why?

After your mom passed, my dad split and abandoned me.

l got my things and took off to New York to see if...

...l don�t know, do something with my photography.

Once there, l met some guy, a photographer and...

...it was a disaster...

...l got myself into a hole.

And just like that, l met l�igo.

He was there, took care of me and l guess...

...l fell in love with him.

And now l feel as if l�m lost in his world.

What world?

-Huh? -What world?

ln l�igo�s.

He doesn�t give two shits, does what he wants and...

...it frightens me.

You know?.

To be honest, it�s a bit deep for me.

l should�ve moved here.

-C�mon! -What are you doing?

C�mon Santi!

Going to Mancora?

lt�s not bad.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

-How�d you know we were here? -Batoe...

l ran into him last night.

-Last night? -Yeah, last night.

-Hey gimme a sec. -Sure.

Forgive me.

l saw the wave, got excited and threw one of my famous tantrums.

No worries.

l missed you.

-How was Chicama? -Amazing!

And l rented this beauty! What do you think Santi?

Badass!

Hey what happened to you, you look like...

We went to some party in the town next over and...

...this one started fooling around with some girl and almost got beat up.

She fooled around with me and there was no beating...

-Well did you fuck her? -No.

No, he just got wasted

and l found him passed out on the beach...

...and waited for him to wake up and ended up sleeping there...

So you two slept, together?

-Yeah, l just couldn�t move him. -ls this sand?

Yeah l just drank too much and got sick...

l�m gonna go ahead to the bathroom. See you in a bit.

l missed you. Forgive me, l�m an ass.

lt�s a cool car...

Yeah right. Hey and Batoe? l�ve got his board...

These beers are hot as shit! Hey!

Professor! Commander! Boss!

Hey what�s wrong with this asshole? He missing a nut?

He�s concentrated on the game.

That tatoo?

Her idea you know. ��Get a tatoo for me��.

Stupid move.

l love kids.

Do you guys plan on having one?

Do you guys plan on having one?

At the moment Ximena prefers not to, but...

...it�s best l guess. There�s enough people that hate me already.

Ximena always says: ��it isn�t hate, it�s jealousy.��

But it�s hatred alright. lt�s different you know?.

-And you? -Me what?

You got a girl or are you a fag?

l had one but, she turned out to be a whore.

They�re all whores! My grandmother was a whore...

...my mother was a whore, me, l�m a son of a whore!

One whore more, one whore less doesn�t matter...

Hey pay attention.

What matters is what�s fucked,

because no one can take that away from you.

What�s with you? You look really pensive.

These beers are really warm. Sir, these beers are too hot!

That�s all that�s left. You two drank em� all!

Suck on this.

Let�s go.

May l?

-Where are you from? -Cabo Blanco.

-What are your names? -Vicente Jacinto.

Thanks Vicente.

-Carmen. -Thanks Carmen.

You don�t look too good bro.

What�s wrong?

Wow, wow, stop, stop now this guy�s gonna puke! Go get out!

Don�t trip!

Faggot!

Hey that fish is a real beauty.

Yes, thanks. That�s my cousin.

-Fisherman? -Yeah.

And him?

-That�s my dad. -Yeah you look alike.

Right.

And this is my uncle, the Shamman.

A real one? Because l want to visit one but...

...l don�t want to wake up and realize l�m missing a kidney, you know?.

-No, no sir he�s a real one. -Real one huh?

-You�re not Peruvian are you? -Gringo.

-Gringo? -Yes. Gringo.

-Nice to meet you sir. -Likewise.

Hey Santi, this guy speaks English!

Let me see... you look horrible. Let�s go!

So partner, the Shammans, where do they live?

Well they live in the dessert, many tourists see them for San Pedro.

No, no. l�m not interested in San Pedro or Peyote.

l�m looking for Ayahuasca.

That�s hard to find around here sir.

-You can�t hook me up? -No sir not me.

You should travel to the bush, there�s many there.

What�s that you get there? Braces?

One�s gotta better their smile right?

Hey baby!

Ok Sonia, sounds great! Big hug and thanks!

-Who was that? -You�re jealous huh?

-Me? -lt�s a surprise.

A surpise huh?

We have everything?

Now this is a house! What do you think?

-Looks cool. -lt�s more than cool it�s out of control!

-How did you get it? -Little secret. Like it?

Santi that�s you down there, and this room is ours.

You�re gonna love this...

...a little basket for your apples.

How cool.

lt�s great babe.

Hey city boy, why the long face?

What, did the ��indian�� frighten you?

A bit l guess.

What you got there?

This? What?

You smoke?

Once in a blue moon l guess.

Well this one�s pretty much dead...

...but if you want we can go over to a friend�s where we�ll surely find more.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Let�s do it.

They call me ��La Chachi��.

You only have the look of a burnout huh?

Yeah l really don�t smoke much.

lt�s good shit right?

So where�s the fam? You look pretty chill smoking around the crib.

My dad�s in Punta Sal and my sister is with Chicho.

They get back tomorrow.

You can tell they don�t know your snobby ass...

What�s so funny?

Funny that�s all.

l forgot your name...

My name? Santiago.

And what the hell are you doing here?

Looking for something.

-l guess escaping from life... -Shut up! You�re boring me.

Let�s do something fun tonight, perhaps party at my house.

-Cool. -Obviously, it�s my idea idiot.

So, party tonight?

-Hello. -Hello.

-You open yet? -Yeah, what do you want?

-A beer. -Sure, come in.

Thanks. So where are you from?

Where do you think? Mexico!

Good deal.

What�s up man?

-Good night. -Hey!

l want a Mexican michelada.

Michelada coming right up!

-And that? -What?

-This? -Yes, that.

lt�s a secret.

Sounds interesting. What is it?

Didn�t your mommy teach you that curiosity killed the cat?

-Hey there! -Hello to the two of you.

-And you are? -l�m l�igo.

-l�m Ana Maria, and this is ��La Chachi��. -Hello...

And you? Left your tongue at my place?

-We already met. -You�re a quick one huh?

Anyway, there�s a party at my house tonight and...

...you�re all super invited.

You�re coming with us.

Look who�s here! My little grasshopper!

Ok, just a little drag...

What you don�t say hi to me or what?

Sorry.

Puff, puff, pass hommie.

-Thanks Mono, such a gent. -As always. You wound me Xime.

Where�s l�igo?

No clue. He left to the kitchen awhile ago and never came back.

-How�s it going cheater? -Cheater?

Wanna do a little cheating with me?

l�m saying it because you never mentioned you had a girlfriend...

And l don�t...

Why you want to be my girlfriend?

Yeah?

Ok but we better run it by my wife first.

-You�re an asshole. -Yup.

So how was hanging with l�igo?

Fine.

-Yeah? He wasn�t a pest? -No not at all. All good.

What�s wrong?

-Xime, what happened... -Don�t worry, it�s ok...

lt happened.

On the contrary...

...l don�t regret it.

Nor do l.

-What? -Nothing.

-What�s with you? -Me? l�m fine. You?

-l�m fine. -And you Santi, everything ok?

Hey quick question...

...your dad was he really famous, or not?

-C�mon, drop it. -l wanna know.

-No worries. -lt�s unnecessary.

Why keep mourning right?

So was he famous or what?

-l�igo, drop it! -Yeah, you can say that.

So what was his biggest hit from the top Peruvian top twenty.

Sing it for me... sing it.

Sing!

��Tonight it rains like never,��

��and l don�t have a desire to live...��

��...heart of mine.��

Yeah great song. C�mon l wanna dance!

That�s the most popular.

You were looking for something weren�t you?

So look...

l think l need another one.

-Another whiskey! -No more whiskey!

Water, water.

-Water doesn�t exist. -Water with whiskey!

And you?

-What�s on your mind? -That you fucked Ximena.

-Who? -Ximena.

My wife. Your sister.

-You�re crazy man. -Crazy am l?

What are you talking about?

You, you�re a gullible fucker!

Look at that little scared look...

-You look suspicious a shit! -You�re crazy.

Now l�m fucking worried. Your brother is an idiot.

-Why? -Trust me he is one.

Gimme a little drag.

-Enough with the cigarettes. -Drop it, it�s a party.

She�s got a French complex...

Go ahead take it from her.

-Relax. -Hey kid, you relax.

Stay out of it. lt�s between us two.

Later.

Why are you always bitching about the cigarettes?

Because l don�t like you smoking so much.

So drop it then...

...drop it...

...drop it!

l have a little propostion for you...

What?

Remember what we did in Mallorca?

Who is she?

Look...

That�s her.

lt�s all ready.

-When were you planning on telling me? -l�m telling you now...

l told you l would never do that again.

And with her?

You�re a pig!

l was looking for you. Come, we have a surprise for you.

Look who l found.

Hey there.

-What�s the plan? -We�re playing squash. Wanna join us?

Too bad you wife couldn�t join us...

...l really liked her.

Forget my wife.

Hey there!

What are you doing here?

Couldn�t sleep.

No clue.

He hasn�t come home yet.

-Xime what�s wrong? -l�m fine.

ln the end you�re like all the rest.

Hey if you�ve had a fight with l�igo, leave me out of it.

-And you�re a saint? -No.

l never said l was a saint but...

...at least l don�t go around using people.

What?!

C�mon, stop pretending, you know exactly why you�re here...

...you�re using me.

You�re using me...

...to get away from your shitty life.

And you�re not?!

-That�s life right? -That�s life?!

What the hell do you know about life?

You�re nothing more than a little snot who can�t wipe his own ass.

Well maybe you�re right...

...but at least it�s not me who takes it in the ass and has to say ��how nice!��

Fuck off!

Fuck off!

Hey Santi, welcome man. How are you?

Where have you been?

l thought we didn�t ask each other those questions.

Until when are you staying in Mancora?

Not sure.

How�s your search coming along?

One cannot run away from his problems...

...one thinks that the problem are those around him...

...and doesn�t realize that the problem is in fact oneself.

Just like l told you...

...the world is however you want it to be.

My little grasshopper.

And it�s not the weed talking!

-What�s wrong? -l need you to come with me.

Can you please tell me where the hell we�re going?

-You want some? -No thanks.

-What�s wrong? You scared of me? -Yeah, l�m shitting my pants.

Yeah you�re scared.

��Aya�� means ancestors in Quechua...

...and ��Huasca�� means plant...

...the plant of the dead.

The ayahuasca is beautiful...

...you must not fear it.

Take it.

Without fear.

Here it�s prepared all natural, without alterations.

lt consists of two plants, the ayahuasca and the chagropanga.

The ayahuasca tells one the truth...

...it cleanses oneself.

lt brings out all the beautiful and all the ugly.

Help me!

Help me!

What are you looking at?

What the fuck are you looking at?!

l know what happened...

...l know because l saw it.

l saw it!

l saw it!

You disgust me!

Disgusting!

Are you all right?

ls this normal?

Your friend is full of daemons.

He took some coke earlier.

He took some coke earlier.

-We must take him to my home in town. -Ok.

l don�t have anything here but we must hurry!

Let�s take him.

Are you feeling better?

Hello?

Finally! l�ve been calling all night!

Why didn�t you answer my calls?

Thing is that we were outside of Mancora.

l�igo is fine, we both are. Where are you calling from?

l�m in town. l just bought a ticket and l�m off to Lima.

Wait don�t go. What time do you leave?

This afternoon.

Xime wait, there�s something l need to tell you. l screwed up...

Where can we meet?

Alright. Let�s meet at the dock?

Pertect. Dock it is.

Well aren�t you a fucking idiot!

What the fuck are you doing here?

-No nothing... -You looking for something huh?

Take it easy man...

-You�ve been having fun huh? -Chill dude...

Grab him!

Look at me punk!

-Hold him tight. -Fuck him up!

Shit my hand. Fucking pussy!

Make sure no one�s looking!

Lesson learned.

lf before each action

we could foresee all of its reactions,

l�m sure we would think it over.

l believed that because of my parents, the world was indebted to me.

Perhaps others weren�t necessarily the problem.

On the contrary, perhaps the problem has always been me.

What has been of my dreams?

l�ve had to reach rock bottom

to realize the one in debted, is in fact me.

l now realize l have my entire life ahead of me

and l cannot lose it or abandon it

like my father did...

Not me!

There are blows in life so hard...

l don�t know!

Madrid, one month later.

Perfect.

Thanks so much.

The expo is gonna be great.

They�re gonna love it!

-As long as someone actually comes... -lt�s gonna be great!

Hey Diego can you take that downstairs?

Hey Xime, from these stills, which one�s your favorite?

All of em�.

l like them all the same.

Xime...

Santi...