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[music]

To Alina and Elvira, fondly.

Pato...

Patito!

¿Miguel?

I'm here!

Come...

-Where?

-No water again...

[broadcaster] -"The National Life Newspaper.

Ciguatera is a disease

caused by eating shellfish.

Now, the time is:

Six past nine in the morning.

9:06."

"XEQK is the official station

of the Mexican Communications Institute..."

-Mr. Flor was asking for you.

-No...

Damn it...

-Good morning, Mr. Flor.

-Ms. Shorank...

do you like your job?

-Yes, sir. I do.

-Then?

what's your problem?

You don't seem very motivated...

You're always late..

-Yes, sir.

-You know there's a saying that goes

"People treat you as they see you..."

Look...

I'd like to make a suggestion...

Please, don't take it the wrong way

I think you could dress a little better...

-Hello?

Yes, sir.

-You can go now.

Yes, sir.

Yes...

Okay, sir.

Okay...

-"...get out so I can see who

he is! I'll kill him!

My son's been killed!

He's been killed! My son!

But when I know who did it...

Get out!"

-"Take it easy, Mr. Julián..."

-I think we can really use some vacations...

I've never seen the ocean...

Picture it...

us, camping on a little, solitary beach...

laying on the sand...

listening to the sound of the ocean...

looking at the stars...

It'd be great, wouldn't it?

-No, it wouldn't. Who would go camping

when there are so many hotels?

-But we don't have enough money for a hotel, do we?

-Then we'd better stay at home

plus you won't be whining...

-Whining?

-Yeah, if we go camping, you can't shower

so you'll have to walk around sweaty all day

I think I'll pass...

-Aída says that in Paraíso...

there's a lagoon where you can bathe.

The water is clean...

So clean you can drink it...

-Who's that Aida woman, anyway?

She comes up in every conversation we have...

I think she's brainwashed you...

-You're such a jerk, Miguel!

-Come on, don't get mad, Pato...

I was just kidding!

Jerk...

You always end up insulting me...

- Really?

-Yeah...

-All right, then. I swear to you

that from now on, I won't do it anymore.

okay?

-You're impossible!

-Come on...

[laughs]

- Do you think all these people

actually buy something?

-No...

Most of them are window-shopping, like us...

- There are so many things I'd like to buy...

Well, I wish I could afford at least one or two of them.

-Do you?

-Don't you?

No.

-Why?

-Well, the truth is...

I wish I could've bought

that Stones' CD collection.

Could you imagine?

The entire Rolling Stones' collection...

It'd take me at least two or three months to play every song

and learn all the lyrics by heart...

- Don't exaggerate...

-I'm not... -You'd end up hating them...

-No. It's like Jim Morrison said,

"Music is your only friend...

until the end."

Right?

Hurry up, Miguel!

Come on!

-Here you are. Take it to Mr. Gómez

-You should get and alarm, or one of those

locks for the wheel.

-Who would want

and old car like mine?

-Well, Miguel, you want it...

-It's not the same.

-Isn't it? -No, I have it because I need it.

There are better cars for thieves to steal.

-What have you got to lose?

-Goodbye, Elizabeth, thank you.

-Goodbye, Mr.Jimenez.

-Excuse us...

-Who's next, Elizabeth?

-The architect Salinas, he's here.

-Send him in.

-You can go in.

-Come on!

Miguel, how are you?

Come in.

Take a seat, please.

-Thank you, architect.

-How's Patricia?

-Very well, thank you.

-And her job?

-Very well, as well.

-I'm glad...

Would you excuse me a minute?

Hello?

All right, put her through.

Gladys, what a surprise! How are you?

How's your family?

A ranch in Chiapas?

Let's talk about it over dinner...

Nine o'clock?

Okay...

All right, see you then.

Bye.

We're about to file for bankruptcy...

We just lost two of our government projects.

Budget problems, you understand, right?

Anyway...

We are forced to let some people go...

And we can only keep the ones with an architecture degree.

I'm very sorry Miguel, but I'm afraid...

We won't be needing your services anymore.

We have prepared a good severance package for you.

But that's all we can do.

Look...

You could think of this as an opportunity...

to finish your degree, while you work part-time

somewhere else...

You're very talented.

We really appreciate all the work you've done for us.

So...

I wish you the best of luck.

-Thank you.

-No, thank you, Miguel.

-Excuse me.

-Well, I don't believe a word he says.

They were all lies, they're laughing in our faces.

-Why? I think they're right. We're to blame

for the country's situation.

-Don't be ridiculous, Pilar!

We're spending all the money...

She's right...

The only ones who take money out of the country

are the rich people, not us...

-Come one, we're all a little responsible,

aren't we?

Admit it....

-Don't argue...

-Well everyone thinks is a communist now...

- Ah, the communists, the communists!

The point is the cost of living

is going up every day, don't you see it?

We'll never make enough.

-Probable not...

so?

-I'll tell you a story. It happened at Christmas time.

A woman left her child in a supermarket cart filled with food

She went looking for some flour or something,

and when she came back...

the kid was gone.

A man came up to her, and told her

that he would give her back her son

if she paid for the food in the cart,

and gave it to him.

-He should have gone to jail.

-Do you think so? -Yes.

-He was just desperate.

-Please! Let's talk about something else.

-Like what?

-I don't know, television or whatever...

-Communists can't watch TV, can they, Aída?

-Stop it!

You're going to get her fired.

-Why? I'm just expressing an honest opinion.

-The opinion of a "liberated woman"?

-Stop it, Pilar...

- What's wrong?

-I got fired.

That's right...fired.

They "thanked" me for my hard work and they let me go.

They gave me three months' severance pay...

and they kicked me out.

"Here. Take this check."

and that was it.

That was it.

-With this, and my salary... we can make it work...

until you get another job.

Don't worry...

"Don't worry..." Do you think it'll be easy for me?

"Another job..."

I didn't even graduate!

The country is in crisis, we are in debt

up to our eyeballs!

Oh...

And I'm not letting you support me!

I'm sorry...

-Shoulders back, please...

Chin up.

No... relax...

Don't move...

Don't blink...

Eyes front...

Don't blink.

-Next!

-Are you Salinas Hernández, Miguel?

-Yes, I am.

-Do you have a degree?

-I've completed only 5 semesters.

Oh...

I was majoring in architecture...

-Why did you drop out?

-Financial difficulties...

We had to move ROM Mexico...

then I got married...

-Does your wife have a job? -Yes...

-Ay children?

-No, not yet.

-Where did you used to work?

- In a firm called ACI, as a sketcher...

-Why did you leave?

-The crisis...

Economical problems, they had to let me go.

-How long did you work there?

-For three years.

-Since before you got married?

-Yes. That's why I decided to marry.

I though...

-¿Thought what?

-I never though...

that I'd lose that job.

-Do you think you'd never lose this job?

-I think anything's possible.

-Criminal record?

-None...

-Are you affiliated with any political party?

-No... -Have you ever been?

-No.

-And your wife? -No...

-Are you sure?

-Yes, sir.

-Have you ever had a problem

with alcohol... drugs?

-I smoke.

-Is that all?

-I have a drink now and then, like everyone else. That's all.

-Do you have a car?

-Yes.

-Do you have a driver's license?

a valid one...

-Yes.

-Do you speak Spanish?

-Just a little bit...

very little...

-Do you read?

What kind of books?

-The newspaper...

some technical books...

biographies of famous artists...

-But not in Spanish... -Yes, of course, a little bit...

Not much...

-Very well..

Salinas Hernández, Miguel...

That'll be it.

We'll send you a telegram...

if we decide to hire you.

-All right. Thank you very much.

Excuse me.

The problem is that we believe everything

our bosses and politicians tell us.

And we shouldn't.

If only we could live according to our own opinions...

We could really be ourselves...

not what everyone else thinks we should be.

And who knows...

we could "take off the pink sweater"

we were born wearing...

More like a straitjacket...

How would you "take it off"?

I'm not sure.

All I know is that I'd like to take it off

and toss in the trash.

-This is the "Life Time" collection.

The "Life Time"...

Oh, sorry, it's the "Time Life".

You heard about it, right?

You know what I'm talking about...

The one that contains stories about current events...

and that sort of things.

Here, look... Here we have

a very interesting story about animals.

Everyone wants to know how whales mate, right?

Well, here you can read how.

And, um...

Well, it's a great educational tool for the kids...

or for your grandchildren, in your case...

You don't have...?

Well, it doesn't matter.

The point is...

is that...

that this collection is essential to you

and your library.

Well, the thing is...

Your neighbors will be envious.

They'll want one just like yours.

But they'll have to pay more for it,

because this deal won't last very long.

I'd get one myself if I had the money.

And uh...

I also wanted to show you...

where are they...?

There's a picture here of some cars, an old Ford...

You might remember this model, is very old...

Just a minute...

[mumbles]

One moment.

-Young man... -Yes, ma'am?

-What's the matter?

You're nervous, aren't you?

Would you like some tea?

-No, ma'am. I'm fine.

I apologize.

Please, forgive me.

-Honestly, young man, we're not interested in your books.

-Yes, I can tell you're not going to buy anything.

Right? yes...

I'll let myself out now. Thank you.

Have a good day.

-Holy fuck! You should have been there...

Come on!

Shut up, shut up...

"Flaco" really gave us his best advice today.

That's right!

-Okay, okay, tell me more.

Let me have a drink first

-Come on! Just tell me!

-Tell him what he told us about women.

-You were telling us one thing or two about women.

-Look, Miguel...

there is one thing every man should know

And the most important thing is...

you should never forget it.

'Cause if we do, we are screwed.

-I won't forget it, just tell me what it is.

I'm not kidding, man!

-Let him talk!

Tell him, tell him...

-Here's the thing...

When you got up to the bathroom...

you said that we shouldn't mess with women and their world.

-Did I say that? Really?

Fine, so what?

-I disagree.

You know why?

Because that's like abandoning the battlefield.

-Yeah!

-We're knights.

And a knight never retires from a battle.

I think we should all have a...

a strategy.

- A strategy? -Yes.

-A strategy... what are you talking about?

-What you do with a woman is look at her, straight in the eyes.

and when she thinks you're about to kiss her, you slap her!

-Jesus...

-Misogynists...

-Misogynists?

What the hell does that even mean?

-Misogynists...

Aren't those the guys who hate women?

-Are you calling me gay?

-Nobody called you gay.

-You didn't?

We should kick your ass for saying things like that!

[laughs]

- You know what?

-Women...

are way more trickier

than we give them credit for.

-Miguel?

-Hi...

Psst..

I said "hi".

I'm talking to you! Could you at least answer me?

You don't get it, do you?

You know what?

Fine! Go to hell!

At least take the damned car keys!

-Take it to Mr. Gomez, please.

- Ma'am, come with me, please.

-What are they going to do with her?

-I don't know...

-Hi.

-Hi.

A woman was caught stealing today at the store.

Sad, isn't it?

They told me they might beat her up...

"We'll just teach her a lesson" they said.

The security guard...

I'm so tired.

I'm going to bed.

Do you want to have dinner?

-I'm going out to get cigarettes, okay?

I'll be back in a little while.

-It's beautiful...

How much?

-Godfather!

-Mario!

-You look great! Looking good!

-You don't look so bad yourself! You look like a "sugar daddy"!

-And I'm luckily not a daddy! I'm doing well with the ladies...

-I'm sure you are...

-See you later.

-This is a friend of mine from work...

-Nice to meet you. I'm Miguel Salinas.

-David del Campo. Nice to meet you.

-Let's do that again.

-He's my "old" godfather.

-Hey! Old?

Watch it, son...

-Listen, my friend here has a problem and I...

I told him you could help.

-What kind of problem?

-Well...

you see...he got fired.

And he has a Beetle...

So I thought you could get him a taxi permit.

-Hm...that's going to be difficult.

I don't know...

especially now with the crisis.

-Aren't you going to help my friend?

-Okay, but just because he's your friend.

-Thanks. -So tell me...

How much money do you have, young man?

-Well I have...about 500.

-Forget it.

That's not enough. Things are hard these days.

The crisis, you know...

-It'd be just an advance.

-What?

-Fine. You can give me the rest later.

-Hey, why the long face?

-Tell me something...

Will your godfather come through?

-Are you doubting him? -Actually, yes.

-Come on, man. Think of it as an investment.

He's a crook but he's good at what he does.

Besides, he wouldn't double cross me. He owes my father.

Come on. Let me but you a drink.

Come on!

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Let me take to the movies.

-Hey...

would you like to have dinner around here, somewhere?

I think we'd better eat at home, Miguel.

We can't afford a restaurant.

All right, whatever you want.

-We never had much actually, had we?

-We've always had each other.

-Against the wall.

Give us everything you have!

Quickly!

-Don't move! -Don't do anything stupid!

-Miguel...

there's something I've been thinking about a lot...

and I need some advice.

But first, I need you to listen and don't say anything...

and sleep on it.

We can't go on living this way.

It's hell.

At this rate, our marriage won't last and it won't be our fault.

It's all because of money.

Don't you think?

These money problems will ruin everything.

We wouldn't be out of the woods, even if we sold the car.

Three million pesos is nothing nowadays.

Things are really though.

And it probable won't get better.

Nobody will help us.

You and I alone have to find a way out.

It's the only way to stay together.

I want to be with you.

-Sh...

-Medina...

I can't find your godfather, man!

Yes, I've been here all morning looking for him!

They say they haven't seen him around here.

How the fuck am I supposed to know? What about my money!

Okay...

...in half an hour?

Okay...

Fine.

-Take this to Mr. Gomez.

-Okay, and how long will it take to deliver?

-About a month.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

-I don't care! I want my dining room!

-I know you do.

-It's not fair! I paid cash!

-And that's why we spoke to the suppliers.

But they are having trouble with the production.

We want to give an excellent service, ma'am.

We are doing everything we can.

-Well, it's not enough!

It's a lousy service. I can't keep coming here.

I have other things to do.

-I understand, ma'am, but...

-No, you don't understand!

You're so incompetent!

-Go to the credit booth

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

-I'm sick and tired of this job.

-What's up?

-Are you kidding me?

Your godfather has all my money!

He made a promise and then disappeared! He's a piece of...

-Okay, okay...

-Well, he has all my money!

-Here you are. -Thank you.

-If he doesn't show up, I'm gonna be screwed!

-I don't know how many more did he screw before me,

but he's not gonna get away with it.

I'll kill the bastard!

-Hey, careful with what you say.

-I can take him and all of his friends.

-You can trust him. Believe me.

Careful with what you say.

You'll have your taxi, man. Relax.

Listen...

if you keep talking like that, you'll lose the taxi.

And then what?

Do you want to keep on living on your wife's money?

So...then?

-I really need the money.

-I know, man. I understand.

Don't mess with him and you'll get the money.

-Everything is so much easier for women...

They just have to flirt a little to get a job.

But a man without a degree...

can't get a job anywhere.

-More?

-No, just bring us the check, please.

-The check.

-Let's see...

Miguel!

Miguel!

Is that enough?

-Of course not.

See you.

-Miguel!

-This has never happened before.

We've had some problems, but we will make it up to you.

Just give us some time.

Please.

-If it were up to me, you'd get more time.

But I'm just a messenger. The problem is...

that when you fall behind on the rent,

the landlord complains to Mr. Gravelo.

-But you could talk to him, couldn't you?

-Yes, I could. I have to talk to him.

But Mr. Gravelo is not the building's owner.

He's just the manager.

-Please, give us five more days.

-Let me talk to him. I'll see what I can do.

-Hey!

-What's the matter, man?

-You robbed me, asshole!

-I just told you who to talk to.

-Take me to your godfather right now!

-Okay,okay...

Remember what I said... -Come on. Move it!

Move it!

-Doing that so early?

-Jesus Christ, hear our prayers.

-Pray for him.

-Holy Father. -Pray for him

-Redeemer of the world. -Pray for him.

-Holy Ghost. -Pray for him.

-Sacrosanct Trinity. -Pray for him.

-Holy Mary. -Pray for him.

-Holy Mother of God. -Pray for him.

-Holy Virgin. -Pray for him.

-Son...

I'm so glad you came. -What happened?

-What?

Don't you know about your godfather?

-No...

-They killed him, son.

They killed him.

-Hey...

and what about my money, man?

-Get out.

-Miguel...

...is that you?

You scared me, Miguel.

Hi.

What time is it?

What's wrong?

If you don't want to tell me, it's fine. Don't.

They came to collect the rent again.

This time, someone from the manager's office.

Don't get like that...

Calm down. I'm not blaming you for anything.

I just want you to know where we're standing.

Don't exaggerate.

You can show your emotions, I understand.

But...

Do you want me to feel pity for you?

GIFTS MAGAZINES

How may I help you?

I want, um...

a bag of cotton...

gauze...

alcohol...

three syringes and... two strips of aspirin, please.

What size do you want for the cotton and the alcohol?

Any size is fine.

-Open the register!

Quickly!

Don't try anything stupid!

-Okay, I'll give you everything but don't kill me.

-Put it on the table. Now.

Open it.

Don't move!

[coughs]

-Pato...

Can you give me a cigarette?

Hey...

do you love me?

Do you love me?

With all my heart.

-Hey...

do you know what I was thinking?

We're almost out of money and I haven't paid any of our debts.

I'm gonna send them all to hell.

Now that I have money...

I'm not gonna pay them anything.

Just because I don't want to.

What do you think?

-Listen, Miguel...

why do you speak as if you were alone?

What about me?

-Don't start...

Come one, we're celebrating!

Look...

we're a team.

What about I take you on vacation?

What do you think?

I'll take you to that place that Aida friend of yours

told you about.

What do you think? -Okay.

-You see.

-but you're not taking me

-I'm not?

-No. You're not taking me.

We need to talk.

-Can I help you?

-Um...

Yes. Give me a pack of cigarettes.

-Which brand?

-The cheapest you have.

-"Delicados", with no filter.

-Here you have. That will be 350 pesos.

-That will be 9,000 pesos.

-Give me an invoice, please.

-Hey, wait! -Stop, you son of a bitch!

-"Baby, you can ride my car..."

-"...yes I'm gonna be a star..."

-"Baby, you can ride my car..."

-"and maybe I'll love you..."

-Here's your change. Thank you.

-Thank you.

-That's the last of it.

And now?

-Why don't we try something else?

I'm scared, Miguel.

I'm scared of prison.

Of me.

Of you.

-You're scared of me?

You’re scared of me, of you, of jail...

What else we can do?

-We haven't given it much thought.

Now is out chance. Let's get out of here.

Let's move to a peaceful place far away from the city...

where we can be alone.

-It's not that easy. What about your job?

-It doesn't matter! We can start over someplace else!

Let's move to the coast.

-The coast?

You're crazy.

GROCERY "EL CENTENARIO"

-There's two of them. Let me go with you.

-Can I help you?

-There's nothing for you here...

-Get out, dirty drunk!

-Don't move! Empty the register, quickly!

Come on! Hurry!

And give this guy a bottle!

Come on! And give him a good one.

Come on!

Put the money in my pocket, quick!

-I'm freezing.

-Miguel...

if it hadn't been for that drunk...

-The man I stabbed...

I think I might have killed him!

-Miguel, please! Let's get out of here!

I'm begging you! Please, let's go!

Let's go to the coast.

Please, let's go...

Please...

-How is it going?

Aren't you hungry?

I'll go find us some food.

There may be a store down the road.

-Okay, just don't go too far.

Shit!

-Hello.

-Hello.

-What are you waiting for?

-Well..

What do you mean?

-Are you waiting for a bus or something?

-No, no...

I'm with my husband. Our car broke down

I was just taking a walk...

-Well...

I don't know anything about cars but,

let's go see your husband.

-All right. Let's go.

- ...and then the ass started to bray.

...and the dog started to bark.

And they kicked so much dirt,

that I don't think I'll ever get clean.

-He's Miguel.

-Hello. Nice to meet you.

-Where the hell were you?

Didn't I tell you not to go far?

Didn't you understand? Fuck!

Calm down, Miguel.

And don't be rude.

I don't have to be polite to anybody!

Get in the car and stay there until we leave, please.

Do you hear me?

-I'm sorry. He's just mad about the car.

-I'll go find you something to eat.

-What's wrong, Miguel?

-You don't even know that guy.

You don't know where he came from.

He could be a thief for all we know.

Don't you see?

-What are we going to do?

-I don't know. Maybe we should go back.

-What?

-Do you have a better idea?

The fucking car won't work.

-Good afternoon.

I'm Mr.Gravelo.

This is my assistant, Ms. Balbuena.

Good afternoon.

I'll go straight to the point.

A month ago...

Ms. Balbuena came here to collect the rent.

She talked to your wife.

She told her you were having trouble making ends meet.

Ms. Balbuena came to me...

and we explained your situation to the landlord...

who was kind enough to grant you an extension.

However, when Ms. Balbuena came back to collect the money,

it seemed as if you had left town.

-Yes...

we had to leave Distrito Federal, sir.

We had to take care of some business, you know...

-Well...

today is your last chance.

The building's owner needs the apartment

for one of his relatives.

So, we need you to...

-But I do have the money.

It's just it's not here. It's in the bank, sir.

If it's alright with you, I'll give it to you tomorrow.

-Very well, Mr. Salinas.

Tomorrow.

Not later.

-I promise, sir.

-See you tomorrow.

-See you tomorrow, sir.

-Fuck you.

-Who was that?

Carmelo... Gravelo... or whatever his name is.

He came with that fat assistant of his.

-And?

-What do you mean "and"?

They're gonna throw us out tomorrow.

-What are we gonna do?

-"I don't have a conscience...

nor do I grow old...

I'm a black stray dog...

I don't have a home, I don't have a mate

and I don't have money..."

"I'm a black stray dog...

I don't have a home, I don't have a mate

and I don't have money..."

-Give me all your money!

Come on! I'm talking to you! Move it!

-I had a dream where I was walking down the street...

I was a very sunny day and it was very hot...

When I got home...

the door was open.

I called Miguel but he didn't answer...

I entered the house feeling scared...

and looking all around me.

Then it started raining...

inside the house.

It was a huge storm...

But it was okay because the rain was delightful.

And I kept looking for Miguel.

I was drenched...

and everything was unspoiled.

I knew I would find him.

I went to the kitchen...

to the bathroom...

to the study room...

and in the hall, I found a new door.

I opened it...

and it wasn't raining inside.

The room was full of gifts of different sizes.

I closed the door..

and walked into the bedroom.

It kept raining...

and when I entered the bedroom...

everything changed.

I wasn't in the house anymore.

It wasn't raining anymore.

I was in a beautiful garden...

full of plants and flowers.

I felt I was in a jungle.

The sounds were hypnotizing.

But I wasn't scared.

Because I heard Miguel's voice calling me.

"Pato!"

"Patito!"

And then...

I woke up.

-"Passengers traveling to Jojotla, 7 p.m."

"Zacatepec and Jojotla..."

"please board bus 407."

THE END