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♪ [ Concertina Playing ]

♪ [ Continues, Louder ]

[ Woman ] We are recording tonight, and because we are recording,

we're trying to do some things that, actually,

that I'm too tired to do.

But, we'll-- [ People Laughing ]

But as Faye Dunaway, I think it was, she-- she said,

when Bonnie and Clyde came out and all, she said she tried to give people what they wante.

That's a mistake, really. I know.

But, uh, you can do it, but only after...

you use up everything you got tryin' to give everybody what they want.

[ Laughter, Applause ]

But I will learn my lesson soon,

and then you will buy more records, right?

- 'Cause you'll want to see me. - [ Applause ]

Okay, let's see what we can do, uh,

with this lovely, lovely thing that goes...

past all racial conflict,

and all kinds of conflicts.

-It is a reflective tune. -[ Screams ]

[ Clattering ] [ Woman ] And sometime in your life,

you will have occasion to say, "What is this thing called time?"

You know, what-- what is that?

The clock. You go to work by the clock.

You get your martini in the afternoon by the clock,

and you have your coffee by the clock,

and you have to get on a plane at a certain time and arrive at a certain time.

And it goes on and on and on and on.

[ Speaking Native Language ]

And time is a dictator, as we know it.

[ Native Language ]

Where does it go? What does it do?

Most of all, is it alive?

Is it a thing that we cannot touch and is it alive?

And then one day, you look in the mirror... how old.

And you say, "Where did the time go?"

We'll leave you with that one.

[ Man On Radio ] General Lachte, leaving the palace to cast his vote,

asked people to look at the past 12 years and judge fairly.

He spoke briefly with a group of supporters gathered on the lawn and then departed.

Polls show General Lachte's lead has eroded sharply in the last few months,

particularly in the capital.

[ Wind Whistling ]

Papers.

[ Telephone Rings ] [ Radio Clicks Off ]

Sergeant Rejas. Hello?

What about her?

She drove all night.

[ Engine Idling ]

[ Native Language ]

Where have you come from? The capital.

That's 1,700 miles. Mmm.

What brings you here? Her father.

He's being buried this afternoon. Sorry.

Why-Why do you have temporary papers?

Mine were stolen. Even temporary papers need a photo.

Technically, I should detain you.

Pisac, stay with the truck. Would you mind getting out, please?

[ Car Door Opens ]

How was the road?

Government assures us it will be finished any day now.

I'm sure you have faith in all government pronouncements.

Yes. Of course.

I was hoping to take that road tomorrow. Why?

I've been promoted.

So your name is Melquiades Durán? [ Typewriter Dings ]

And you're a laborer? Mm-hmm.

You were born in Galiteo de Marañon? That's right.

Has your colleague always been corrupt?

I don't know about always, but certainly in the three years I've known him.

Does that bother you?

I was a lawyer once, so regrettably, I have some familiarity with corruption.

Distinguishing marks?

What's-- What's wrong with your neck?

The country gives me a rash from time to time.

- The countryside. - That, too.

I have to take you outside.

Will you take off your glasses?

- That's it. - [ Telephone Ringing ]

One second. I'll be right with you. [ Ringing Continues ]

Sergeant Rejas. Hi, Sylvina.

Listen, I have-- [ Continues, Indistinct ]

Hold on a second.

Hey, Pisac. Pisac!

What-- What are you doing?

[ Speaking Spanish ]

What the fuck is that?

[ Scoffs ] Jesus.

Wow.

"The point of the next century...

"will be for man to rediscover his gods.

Long live el presidente Ezequiel."

Who the fuck's Ezequiel? There's something in his throat.

Yes, there is.

Dynamite.

Right. Okay.

[ Rejas ] Uh, Sergeant Gómez?

Sergeant Gómez?

It's Lieutenant Rejas. Um, will you check in our library...

any reference to a person, or perhaps an organization called Ezequiel?

Like the prophet.

No, Gómez, in the Bible.

And also what a dead dog might symbolize?

Yes. Thank you.

Have you any ideas, sir?

In my village, when you died, your family buried your dog with you.

Why?

Dogs were good at swimming across rivers in the underwor.

People believe that?

Sucre, where I grew up, we were taught foreigners were demons...

who came to rob our body grease...

and that the government used this... human fat to lubricate its machines.

Mm-hmm. [ Car Door Closes ]

Sir, should I ask him if he wants to borrow my penis?

Should I?

Lieutenant Rejas? Yes.

Sergeant Sucre? I'm Major Kwan.

Thank you for helping us out.

At the other side of the building,

there's a door in the wall.

In the next few minutes, a man will walk up.

At his request, then you open the door, wait by the car...

and make sure no one engages him in conversation...

or takes his photograph.

And for your information,

do be discreet in what you say.

There are microphones everywhere.

May I ask you to pull your car over there? Thank you.

And who is this person?

A private citizen.

Hey. What's in the briefcase?

My laundry.

His laundry.

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Ringing Continues ]

Yes?

Don't worry, I'll spell it out for you. E-Z-E...

Q-U-I...

E-L.

Excuse me, weren't you a junior partner at Belaunde and Vargas?

Yes, I was.

[ Speaking Chinese ]

[ Man ] Good luck, Mr. President.

Viva el presidente. [ Man #2 ] Congratulations, el presidente.

[ Chattering ]

Let me hang this up first.

[ Zipper Unzipping ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Door Opens ]

Yeah, rice wine has that effect on me, too.

So, who was that shadowy motherfucker?

Tristán Calderón. He's a lawyer.

He represented the drug cartels.

He represented that British soldier who made all the students disappear.

He also represented the president-elect in a statutory rape case.

How do you know?

I worked at the law firm which acted as counsel for the girl.

I never heard about this. What happened?

She dropped the case after her father lost his job and... her brother was raped.

- She now lives in Miami. - Jesus Christ!

Fuck.

[ Sucre ] Okay, now...

what sort of a person would do that?

I don't know.

But I wouldn't entirely rule out a cat lover.

[ Chattering In Spanish]

I have something for my father, Señor Granizo.

Okay, okay. Señor Granizo!

Here's your son.

Papa, papa.

Viva el presidente Ezequiel!

Viva el presidente Ezequiel.

[ Sniffs ] You were a lawyer before?

That's right.

Lawyers-- [ Exhales ] they're the worst.

Bent. But you never catch them.

Do you want one?

No, thanks.

Why did you want to be a lawyer?

- I don't think I did want to be a lawyer. - Well, what did you want to be?

I wanted to be a coffee farmer. Like my father.

So why didn't you? What stopped you?

I lack a coffee farm.

What happened to your father's?

The military seized it.

Do you have a feeling about that,

or are you the Gary Cooper type?

Yes, I do have a feeling about that.

But perhaps I am the Gary Cooper type.

So... you went to university.

You got yourself a first-class degree,

a prestigious law prize.

Worked with a bunch of fat cats... suddenly, you quit.

Not to move to Florida, like anyone with half a fucking brain,

but the San Luis Police Academy.

Jesus Christ, Rejas, you're 36 years old.

You could be heading for a judgeship by now,

not a lieutenant having to make ends meet on diplomatic road watch.

Why are you here?

I heard a powerful attorney once say that...

the establishing of the truth was only one of the things a trial is for.

That is when I understood the law wasn't for me.

Do you have a delicate constitution or something?

No, sir. No.

You speak Quechua?

Well, yes. My mother's part Indian.

At police college...

we used to make the Indians eat dog shit.

Then it's fortunate that I wasn't in your class, sir.

Fortunate for whom?

I should think both of us.

[ Clears Throat ] All right, now, look. Here's what I want you to do.

I want you to take four people--

if you can find four who aren't on some criminal's payroll--

and I want you to investigate this entity called Ezequiel.

Find out what's happening, before the army does.

- Do you want to see the army back on the street again? - No, sir.

You can go. Thank you, sir.

May I take this? Mm-hmm.

[ In Quechua ]

[ Quechua ]

See you later. Bye. Bye.

- Hi. How are you? - Hi.

Fine.

[ Indistinct ]

Bye.

"Man stoned to death.

"A 33-year-old policeman was stoned to death...

last week in Sierra de Puna."

"Mystery surrounds body. An unidentified body was found...

"with the limbs hacked off on a roadside near Juaja,

"200 miles east of the capital.

"A note attached to the man's neck was written in the victim's blood:

'Hurry to cut off the fat arms of the damned.'"

"A message found on the body declared,

'Guns will make us powerful, butter will only make us fat.'"

[ Chuckles ]

"Dead dogs suspended from lamp posts. Macabre spectacle."

"The body had been skinned alive using a high-pressure water hose."

- ♪ Workin' at the car wash, yeah ♪ - [ Chuckling ]

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

[ Cartoon Sounds On Television ]

Do you like it? Yes. It's really sweet.

Where might I have put my Bible?

I think I put that sort of thing in the cabinet. Yeah?

Good morning.

Jesus Christ. Are you with the police force?

Sergeant Sucre, you begin.

Uh, we've drawn a blank with the boy bomber, sir.

A small part of his face was left intact,

so I've been able to circulate an artist's impression.

He was about 10 years old, probably not a local.

Before entering the hotel, he'd drunk a bottle of Inca Kola...

and eaten some meatballs with rice.

But no one's claimed the body, and no one in town has heard of Ezequiel before,

so we have no suspects.

- What about those dogs? - Clorindo, please.

Yes. Well, as it turns out,

it's not the first time dogs have been killed like th.

In the last election, dogs were strung up...

in at least two villages in the Ayacucho region.

I've checked the folklore, bearing in mind one or two references to Deng Xiao Ping.

Yes. In China, you may be interested to know,

a dead dog is symbolic of a tyrant condemned to death by his people.

- Llosa. - In the remoter valleys around the Huallaga,

masked robbers have twice in the last month been reported conducting kangaroo trials.

The targets in both cases were government representatives.

They were executed in a ritualistic way, with stones or knives,

then messages were written in their blood.

A strategic equilibrium.

Anybody here know what the fuck that means?

You've traced some of this,

this crap, back to a German philosopher, huh?

Well, so far, I've found three references from Kant...

and two from the prophet Ezequiel, sir.

Yes, but who is this Ezequiel?

Some guy who never got laid?

Some smart aleck who reads too much?

Some creep on a bridge, spitting at the traffic? What is your theory, Rejas?

Well, if it is a creep spitting off a bridge, he has a lot of saliva, sir.

It seems these actions started in the countryside...

around the time General Lachte stepped down.

Most have taken place in isolated communities...

where the idea of a central government almost doesn't apply.

And I have to emphasize that there haven't been a ton of them.

About 37 in five years.

And at first glance, they might appear to be random and scattered.

In no case was there ever a name.

Lieutenant, what are you saying?

[ Rejas ] I'm saying that five years ag, these actions,

which were thought at the time to have been taken by a secret wing of the army,

or by drug cartels, or by student organizations,

in fact, may not have been.

Yeah, well, then who's behind it? We have a name, don't we?

We do now have a name...

but so far, there isn't a manifesto.

There isn't a plan. There isn't a spokesperson.

We don't have any clue as to who the leaders are.

There isn't an organization or a known HQ.

There is only someone called Ezequiel.

So, what you're saying is,

we don't know what he or she is,

who they are or what they want?

No, sir.

- Can you speak? - Yes.

- Do you have any conclusion? - It appears a revolution could be going on,

but a revolution that has yet to declare itself in act or intention.

For the moment.

Tomcats. [ Clears Throat ]

Do you know anything about them, Rejas?

No, sir.

If you're looking for a tomcat, you don't send two dogs up an alley,

because they knock over garbae cans, they bite, they fight... fuck each other in the ribs.

Cat just leaps up a tree and pisses on them.

You send in someone who knows the other one's way of thinking.

How he smells. [ Sniffs ]

How to meow. You send in another tomcat.

So I want you to be my tomcat, Rejas.

Very well, sir.

♪ [ "Swan Lake" ]

Sweetheart?

Hi. Where's your mother?

Hi, honey. Hi.

Marco sent the camera and the film.

He got it for his birthday, and he already has one.

Augustín, I know we can't afford it now,

but... which one do you prefer? [ Rejas ] Mm-hmm?

- I can't decide. - The one you already have.

You're just saying that. It changed Marina's life.

- Marina's had a nose job? - My God, Augustín,

how can you be a detective?

She's had three nose jobs since you've known her.

- Why do you want to look like your friends? - I don't want to.

I just don't want to spend any more of my life reminding people of Pinocchio.

- I've been promoted. - Really?

I might even be paid now.

Mmm.

We wait six weeks for him to put another packet in the fridge,

and last night we grab him.

But what's in the packet this time?

[ Blows ] A leg of fucking ham. We have to let him go.

Six weeks watching a fucking freezer!

Did you confiscate the ham?

Yes. It's what we're having for lunch.

What about the student haunts?

We've got four cafes under surveillance,

but we have to do it in rotation. Mm-hmm.

It takes a lot of manpower.

Keep at it for the moment. What else have we got?

Two homosexuals beheaded. And they shot the mayor of Silar in a barbershop.

Silar? Any suspects?

Just 23 million.

Then we are narrowing it down.

[ Man ] If he's a democrat, then I'm a fucking astronaut.

[ Woman ] They could find him if they wanted to.

They know him. Quite a few people know him.

And even more people know why we need him.

What we are discussing here is a new birth,

and a new birth involves blood.

[ Exhales ] Okay, who says,

"It's necessary that our civilization builds its temples...

"on mountains of corpses, on an ocean of tears,

on the death of men without number"?

[ Woman ] Napoleon. [ Man ] Charo?

[ Laughter ] [ Woman ] Von Hassler?

[ Man ] Right. Who said, "I would like the last king to be strangled...

by the sash of the last priest"? [ Woman #2 ] Mussolini.

[ Man ] No. [ Man #2 ] Pol Pot?

[ Woman ] Lord Rochester. [ Man ] Jean Messelier.

Who said,

"Man's ultimate desire is to be God"?

Who is Ezequiel?

- It's possible-- - Fuck!

- Why-- Why do you say possible? -'Cause I'm not sure.

But you said you were.

It's possible he was a Kantian philosopher...

of no small distinction.

I taught with him at San Cristobal University, in Ayacucho.

And why do you think he's Ezequiel?

Because the kind of things he believed. Like?

He maintained he was the fourth flame of communism...

after Mao, Lenin and Marx.

He was also fond of quoting the prophet Ezequiel.

You're a man who understands history. Right?

If you want to start a revolution, why not issue a manifesto?

Why not show the people who you are, what you're doing?

That's perfectly understandable. Socrates wrote nothing down.

Neither did Jesus. You see, the problem with text,

is that it assumes its own reality.

It cannot answer. It cannot explain.

So if you wanted to be effective, you leave no trace... right?

That's right.

- Describe him. - But this was 10 years ago.

Then concentrate.

Average height.

Glasses, dark hair,

thin. Dress?

Left Bank look. Supposedly, he'd been in Paris for a time.

Always a cigarette in his mouth.

- Can you remember the brand? - Very well.

He made this thing of preferring unfiltered Camels.

Mm-hmm.

Would you happen to have a photo of him?

- He would never allow himself to be photographed. - I see.

So what is this person's name?

Rivas.

Edgardo Rodriguez Rivas.

Fine. Thank you very much.

No. Honey. Wait.

Marco saw the guy who wrote it on TV.

He thinks women down here will love it.

I just hope Marina doesn't find out where I got the idea from.

Would you read my speech? I've written two pages.

That's enough, isn't it, for 10 minutes?

I'll happily trade.

Hmm. [ Clears Throat ] Let me see.

And you will be here to help?

You're not going to wriggle out of my literary evening?

Of course I'll be here.

Come here.

"This novel is about a photographer cowboy...

who is always bringing light into women's lives."

Yeah?

Augustín. Hey, Marina.

I can't read my handwriting.

So, is this the ballet school?

This is it, big boy. Brought your tutu? [ Both Chuckling ]

Where's Sylvie? At the vet.

How's Mom's apartment? Uh, listen, we're--

I'm sorry we are behind with the rent.

I don't mean that. I know you'll pay when you can.

Anyway, don't worry about that. Mm-hmm.

Is it true what Sylvie said? They've put you in charge?

Sylvina told you? Yeah.

Well, we're not supposed to talk about that publicly.

I'm not talking about it "publicly."

Is there a revolution going on?

Come on. You promised to tell me, Augustín.

Otherwise, I will never know what to wear. I'll keep that in mind.

All right. Bye. Bye.

[ Ringing ]

Yes? Have you a moment?

I'm Laura's father. Oh...

Yolanda. But Laura's left.

You didn't see her? Yes. She's in the car.

Don't you want to bring her in?

I'd rather not. It's about your letter.

Laura's told you, I guess.

[ Music Off ]

Do you want some cake? I made it this morning.

So, this is it.

[ Panting ]

I'm sorry about the mess, but I wasn't expecting anyone.

[ Grunting And Panting ]

Here's the money. Yeah.

I'm sorry the check bounced.

I warn you, it may not be the last time.

My employers are two months in arrears with our salaries.

No, don't worry. It doesn't matter.

You're not the first ballet father to bounce a check.

If you need it back, you know where it is.

[ Dancers Grunting And Panting]

Sit down. No, thank you.

Your daughter is a real spot of sunshine.

[ Grunting ] [ Water Sloshing ]

[ Hissing ]

- Aah! - [ Startled Gasps ]

[ Laughter ] I'm completely soaked.

[ Hisses ]

I'm not sure you can answer this, but...

should we encourage Laura?

I mean, my-- my wife is keen for her to join the Metropolitan.

Well-- [ Laughs ] They do take very few.

Then are we wasting our time?

I have the feeling she would rather try the kind of-- of things I do.

What is that?

[ Grunting ]

So, Minister Quesada likes the theater? No, he hates the theater.

But one of the actresses sent him some tickets. [ Door Closes ]

[ Chuckling ]

You said it would be a musical.

[ Creaks ]

Is it a life you recommend?

It depends, if you want your daughter to turn out like me.

What does that mean, turning out like you? [ Laughs ]

No idea. I'm usually moving too much to think about that. Thankfully.

[ Man ] Bring back Robert Wilson! [ Audience Laughs ]

[ Man #2 ] No, don't!

[ Man #1 ] You funded this! [ Man #2 ] Get on with it!

It must be very demanding. Physically.

Yes. Sometimes.

[ Panting ]

[ Gunshots ] [ Audience Screams ]

[ Nervous Laughter ]

Why does Laura need to be on a diet?

Oh, no, she shouldn't be on a diet.

She needs energy, and she's lovely as she is.

I think so. Yes, I think so.

[ Chattering ]

[ Man ] Did you call the polic? [ Man #2 ] Did they cut the lights everywhere?

[ Woman Sobbing ]

- Daddy? - Sorry, sweetheart. I'll be right out.

[ Door Closes ] [ Laura ] But, um--

What is it, Laura?

I answered your phone,

and you're supposed to call the Fisherman immediately.

Would it be too much to ask if I left Laura with you until her mother can collect her?

Oh, but she doesn't need to collect her.

Uh, it isn't far, and I'd like a walk anyway.

Thank you. That's very kind of you.

Remember, we don't tell people what Daddy does for a living.

Of course not. Will you be okay, Daddy?

Of course I will. Tell your mother I'll call her later. Okay.

- Thanks again. - You're welcome.

[ Door Closes ] Come.

So we can walk to the end of Calle Diderot,

and then we turn left at the corner, okay? Okay.

[ Explosion ] [ Yolanda Gasps ]

[ Siren Blaring ] [ Man On Radio ] Three dead. The minister,

his wife and a bodyguard.

Who were they?

Students, they said, from the Catholic university.

[ Rejas ] No names, and they paid in cash, right?

[ Man ] I was grateful for the business.

Mm.

Merino has spoken to the Americans and Canadians.

They-- They volunteered help with forensics.

Fine. Thank you.

[ Rejas ] When did Minister Quesada arrive?

[ Distant Siren ]

[ Fireworks Exploding ]

Someone's celebrating.

You drive. Okay.

Stop. Wait!

[ Brakes Squeal ] Wait!

[ Struggling ]

Wait. Who gave this to you? [ Panting ]

Who gave this to you?

[ Speaking Quechua ]

[ Car Engine Revving ]

[ Car Door Closes ]

Is that him?

Yes. How do you know?

I took the photograph.

Late last night, after an emergency meeting of the cabinet convened...

to discuss the execution of Interior Minister Quesada,

the president returned to his private chambers.

He found this taped over his toilet.

Roughly translated, it says, "Missed you at the opening,

but you'll soon be flushed away."

The photograph is uncredited, you'll be pleased to hear.

General Merino,

11 months ago, I called to ask what this officer knew about Ezequiel.

Today, our city woke up to pictures of his face everywhere.

May I ask again what you know about this man?

[ Clears Throat ] Well...

the leads are still very scarce.

I have to remind you that until last night,

very little had happened in the capital, if anything,

and we have almost no resources for investigating.

All we know is there's been a series of incidents...

which sometimes have a connection with the name Ezequiel.

So, you don't know that he's called Edgardo Rivas,

that he was a professor of philosophy at Ayacucho...

or that these incidents which you feel may be developing into a pattern,

are in fact 327 separate actions--

up to and including the murder of six policemen,

three mayors, 11 city counselors...

and the minister of the interior?

Gentlemen, it strikes me there's actually a revolution going on.

May I ask why the chief of police has seen fit to keep the palace in the dark?

I've proceeded with this case as I have done in my whole career.

It is a matter for the police and for the judiciary.

I refuse to detain people before we have evidence that they are implicated.

And last night?

Are you asking me what goes on in the president's bathroom?

No, Captain. I'm asking you about Quesada's murder.

It was a theater group. Two men and four women.

Allegedly from the Catholic university.

This morning I interviewed the only drama group there,

and they clearly had nothing to do with it... nothing.

The president and five of his ministers were also sent complimentary tickets.

Blackout. Lucky it wasn't Evita,

or we might not have a government.

What else can you tell us about Rivas?

This man hasn't been seen in 10 years.

And in that time, what do you suppose has been going through his mind?

I think he thinks that the capital is the head of the monster.

I think he thinks that if the tree gives rotten fruit, then you cut down the tree.

Is that what you think?

I think just because the president is a rapist, it doesn't make democracy bad.

I think success might have come sooner had we reacted earlier with a clear policy,

and if the state had an image of being just, generous and firm.

Unfortunately, the state isn't that.

This professor-- I'd like to interview him.

He's disappeared.

Why did I know you'd say that?

Maybe he's in Miami.

Key witnesses often turn up there.

You have two more weeks to catch Ezequiel.

If in that time another member of this government is threatened,

or there's another incident like this,

I will bring in the army with such rapidity, such clarity of intent,

that you won't be worrying about legal niceties.

Then I'd like to have a list of staff...

with access to the president's chambers.

Happily, there are only two of them.

The first is named "fuck." The second is named "off."

How would the president feel about seeing soldiers on the street again?

Let the president's advisors worry about the president's feelings, Rejas.

Then I suggest...

their security should be especially vigilant, sir.

I've already given instructions.

No restaurants, no beach,

not even church.

No church?

[ Horn Honks]

How old are you?

- [ Gunshot ] - [ Yelling In Spanish ]

[ Engine Revs, Tires Screech ]

Well done. Zileri, isn't it?

That's right, sir. Come with me.

Any sign of the army? I kept the location off the air.

Apparently, there were three of them.

They took off on foot, and they were dragging someone.

Watch the car. Yes, sir.

[ Indistinct ]

[ Rooster Crowing ]

[ Speaking Spanish ]

[ Shaky Breathing ]

[ Radio Chatter ]

[ Dog Barking In Distance ]

[ Labored Breathing ]

It's all right.

Help is coming.

Help's coming.

- [ Grunts ] - [ Gunshot ]

[ Girl, Indistinct ] ...el presidente Ezequiel! [ Dogs Barking ]

You-- You'll see a church with a tin steeple.

[ Sucre ] We're there in two minutes. Fine.

[ Speaking Quechua ]

Okay. Go. Go.

Ha!

Blank, blank, blank. All fucking blank shit.

Wait, here. There's something.

Here is something.

Look like, uh, Chinese and some weird word.

Might be in Greek.

What about these? "9-1-0-9-2 hola.

1-7-8-9-1 elle. 2-4-3-9-0 doña cover."

What, a code, maybe?

Captain Rejas?

Captain Montesinos, military police.

I'm taking over this investigation. Captain Montesinos,

under article 6223 of our civilian code,

you are trespassing on a crime scene. Not anymore.

As of 7:50 p.m., the president declared martial law.

This is no longer your crime scene.

I have to ask you to leave this house. Mm.

[ Man On Radio ] Yes, sir. I'll verify that.

I hope I can pull this cart by myself. Then you say...

I got to get back in business again. Okay, and then you go.

Hey, you guys, I need to lock up.

[ All Screaming And Yelling ]

[ Voices Fade Away ]

"And as Silkly says to Katherine,

'Old soul, don't worry, you will survive.'"

The Strong Tend To Leave.

- [ Applauding ] - Isn't that clever?

I don't know whether to say, "What's happened to you?" or "Can I watch?"

I had a girl die in my arms...

with her face...

blown off.

Oh, my God.

They've declared martial law.

That should give you some indication of what to wear.

Yeah. Sort of. Mm.

How was your evening?

Sylvina's report was great.

But, Jesus, that book is shit. Just the kind of crap Marco actually read.

[ Whispers ] Laura.

[ Sighs ]

What's going on?

The investigation now is in the hands of the security forces.

They are taking all our files to copy, and they have canceld our overtime.

Was that you?

Are you nuts? Look at my face.

How do you think I keep it this way? It was her.

[ Mouths Word ]

Don't touch those. They're personal.

Excuse me.

I asked you not to take them away.

Our orders are to take everything.

Hey! Hey, you!

[ Man ] Montross.

[ Llosa ] Hey! Stop! Basta! Basta!

Stop! Stop!

[ Calderón ] Let him go! Well, fuck it!

I said step away!

It's okay. I'm fine.

Fuck off. I was beginning to think the world had gone deaf.

How dare you kill the theatrical group!

I told you we'd established their innocence!

It's okay. We don't need copies of these.

[ Llosa ] Get off me! By the way,

you shouldn't be so upset about this.

You're perfectly free to continue your investigation.

It's just that from now on you won't be so alone.

[ Sighs ]

You know the great thing about me, Llosa?

Do you?

Do you know what I like so much about me?

Hmm? The truth?

Okay, I'll tell you.

What I like so much about myself...

is that I could like myself a lot more.

Honestly. I have that ca-pa-ci-ty--

Oh, ho ho.

♪ Here she comes ♪

♪ Who are you ♪

♪ I love to see your eyes ♪

♪ You're such a lovely girl ♪

♪ Oh, mamita, mamita ♪

Ay-yi-yi! [ Chuckles ]

Llosa, run and ask her...

whether she wouldn't feel more comfortable unencumbered.

by all that clothing.

I mean, she's-- [ Whistles ]

Llosa, that's an order.

[ Car Starts ] I meant that as an order.

Ahh. Bye.

[ Sucre ] ♪ Let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go ♪

No gym today.

Like a turn? No, thanks. I've seen her butt.

It's nice.

Jesus.

[ Sucre ] Police! On the ground! Don't move!

On the ground! [ Whimpers ]

iViva el presidente Ezequiel! Right.

Llosa, see you later.

I hope so.

[ People Speaking Spanish On Videotape ]

- [ Man ] Y además. - Ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah.

[ Woman ] Se va ser borracho.

[ Man ] Puro macho. Puro macho.

[ Speaking Quechua ]

Why does he keep watching that?

He was his altar boy.

Did I baptize you?

- Did I baptize you? - [ Woman Screams In Quechua ]

- [ Gunshots ] - [ Turns Off Videotape ]

Is it out of cash?

Papers?

[ Helicopter Overhead ]

Excuse me.

[ Spanish, Indistinct ]

Okay. Do you know him?

Yes, he's my cousin. Bye.

What are you doing in my war zone?

Well, I'm looking for a cash machine that works...

when you don't have money in your account.

Listen, I'm-I'm glad I ran into you.

I probably wouldn't have had the courage to come and see you.

Are you going home? Yeah.

I'll give you a lift.

When-When I was Laura's age,

I played the flute in-- in the candle dance.

Oh, yeah? [ Chuckles ] Yes.

I've never met anyone who has been in Ausangate.

That's funny.

Do you want to hear a little music?

I'd love to.

You know, this is what Laura has. She has her own way of moving,

which you can't teach.

Just like the-- the girls in the sierra.

♪ [ Woman Singing ]

Can I help put this away?

Oh, no. I'm going to do it myself, thanks.

Sit down.

Would you like some tea? Sure.

You know, you shouldn't take her out now.

She's so good. You'll be shocked when you see her, really.

♪ Before the winter-- ♪

[ Teapot Clatters, Yolanda Screaming ]

[ Rejas ] What is it? Are you all right? Yolanda, what happened?

[ Yolanda Sobbing ]

No! No!

[ Sobbing ] Why are you screaming?

I can't breathe! [ Sobbing ]

Your nose is bleeding. Where are your shoes?

Calm down. I'm sorry. I can't breathe.

[ Sobs ] I can't breathe! Oh, please! Take me outside.

Put your head back. I can't stay in the dark. [ Crying ]

Don't worry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Mm-hm. Here.

Oh, my God! [ Rejas ] We'll go and find some light.

[ Fireworks Whistling ]

[ Rejas ] Miraflores has electricity. Should we look for a pharmacy?

Oh, no. I'm all right. It's stopped.

I'll stay with you a little while.

Yeah. Okay.

I'm so relieved you were there tonight, you know. Hmm.

I'm sorry, but I-- I don't like the dark.

Mm-hmm. I hate it.

Any reason? Oh--

Do-Do you only teach, or do you still dance?

Well, just recently I started working on a new piece, um--

I have an idea, but I still don't know.

It's, um--

What's it about?

Oh, something to do with the murder...

of that theatrical group, you know? Mm-hm.

But-- But what?

[ Chuckles ] It's unlucky to talk about work in progress.

[ Chuckles ] Now tell me about you.

I know that you are a father, a husband and a lawyer--

And what else?

Well, yes, I'm a father and a husband,

but I'm no longer a lawyer. What do you do now?

I'm-I'm-I'm trying to find, um,

a more honest way of practicing the law.

I wanted to see you before I left town.

So, if you're no longer a lawyer, what-- what do you do?

You said it's unlucky to talk about work in progress.

[ Chuckles ] You mentioned you were going away.

Where to? My village.

You go back often? No.

Not since my father died. And when was that?

Uh, after the military confiscated our farm.

And why now?

Well, I have to pay a visit to an old friend...

who I think has something worth traveling for.

Hm. Be careful.

[ Car Door Closes ]

Okay. This is fine, thank you.

I think I can make it.

You don't need to walk me up.

I've taken up too much of your time already.

So, bye. Bye.

Could I bring you back anything from the countryside?

Maybe an emergency generator.

Not just a flashlight?

A Roman candle? A box of matches?

A jar of fireflies?

Will you be gone long?

You know the fireworks you see in the blackouts?

They say it's him planning his operations.

His women love to kill. It's an event.

Then they fuck for three days. Ezequiel too.

He just does what he wants with them, and they let him.

How do you know? This broad I know from Tacna.

She hears things. Man, it's no world revolution.

It's a fuckathon. [ Laughs ]

He's in the jungle.

[ Quechua ]

[ Automatic Weapon Firing ]

[ Chanting In Quechua ]

[ Rejas Speaking Quechua ]

Hmm?

[ Footsteps ]

[ Sighs ] Santiago.

If I told you that I knew some people...

had come to this village,

stayed in your house,

murdered the village priest...

and that his last supper...

was a number of pages from your Bible,

what would you offer in the way of an explanation?

[ Quechua ]

Ezequiel? [ Chuckles ] Uh-huh.

Your Bible.

Augustín.

[ Man Over P.A. ] Los pasajeros que viajan a la porta tendrán salida...

[ Horns Honking ] número siete entre diez minutos.

[ Glass Shattering ] [ P.A. Announcement Continues Indistinct ]

Is the curfew still on? It starts in 15 minutes.

[ P.A. ] Ultimo aviso para los viajeros del número tres.

Recuerden, los pasajeros...

deben llevar su pasaje para comprobante.

[ Sylvina's Voice ] Augustín, if you arrive back today or call home,

we're staying the night at Marina's.

Bye.

[ Whistling ]

Yolanda, it's Augustín. Augustín.

I'm-I'm sorry to ring out of the blue.

I'm told there are women you can wake up in the middle of the night and those you can't.

What's wrong? What's the time?

It's-It's almost 2 a.m.

But-But I'd like to see you now.

Are you free? Maybe you are tired.

I'd love to see you. Where are you?

[ Man Over P.A. ] Recojan su auto por la parte de atrás.

[ Man ] How many pesos, señor? No, thank you.

¿Señor?

[ Car Horns Honking ]

Next week is my birthday. Really?

Mm-hmm. How will you celebrate?

Oh, rehearse, then classes,

more rehearsing, that's all.

On your birthday? What about your family?

[ Yolanda ] I don't know. three years ago, I guess.

And, when he left, he said the strangest thing to me.

He said I was someone who was just along for the ride,

but that I wouldn't get off until the very last stop.

[ Sirens Blaring ]

Oh. Tonight, [ Fireworks Whistling ]

I am prepared. [ Fireworks Exploding ]

[ Chuckles ] Good.

[ Fireworks Whistling ]

So, what's tonight's code?

Sorry?

What's tonight's code?

Blue.

Blue means, uh,

that you'll be rung from out of the blue.

I want to find out what prescriptions...

have been written by a Dr. Edith Pusanga.

No, here in the city.

Yes, and also the translation of the Chinese and Greek texts, okay? Bye.

Are you a good judge of character?

I think so. Yeah.

So let's see.

They're from newspapers.

So, picture number two.

Who do you think that is? [ Rejas ] Thanks.

Picture number? Two.

Two. Well, he's obviously a thief.

Mm-mmm. No. Murder victim.

So now. Mmm--

Yeah. Picture number nine.

Policewoman? Yeah.

Policewoman it is. Now, your turn.

Have you already looked? [ Laughs ]

Just a little.

Uh, picture number seven?

I would say, um, a judge.

No. No?

Murderer.

Number 10? Mmm.

A thief. Right.

Well, that means half the people we meet,

we get wrong.

Yeah.

Yeah. Exactly.

What is it? Your wrist.

I always look at the man's wrist.

Or the side of his face or his ankle--

The vulnerable parts.

You know, all intelligent people can fake modesty.

But you really are modest.

So,

I can walk from here.

I'm sorry.

You don't have to apologize. I have no illusions.

You think I'm worried about you?

[ Sighs ] I can't do this.

It would be really bad for us to take a step further.

[ Chuckles ]

I feel like a child standing on the edge of the sea...

in my sad yellow raincoat.

And you are telling me not to get wet.

I want you to promise me you'll be careful.

Yes.

And you, huh?

Yolanda.

[ Sucre ] Your wife called to see when you're back.

I said you were on your way home. [ Clears Throat ]

Still no word on the doctor? We're checking all the prescriptions she wrote.

If you want us to go back seven years, it'll take time.

By the way, she was a dermatologist.

[ Gómez ] Sir? Yes?

Those translations you wanted from the Chinese Embassy. Thank you.

Sir?

Those Chinese words,

they are formulas for mixing fireworks into different colors.

State of Siege. Did you watch it, sir?

Yeah. Most of it.

I left the tape at the office.

Of course, the terrorists are all...

very handsome French actors with scarves,

while the policemen looked like the inside of a butt.

Sir!

They don't have the ceviche nor the Guadalajara dog.

Then I'll have a black bean burrito!

They don't have that either.

Who cares? Just go, order something!

Can't even get a fucking hot dog!

[ Static ]

Only two things left in this country that work, tomcat.

Ezequiel...

and the women's volleyball team.

Your latest orders from the palace.

The reward has gone up to 10 million.

Whoever captures Ezequiel,

turns him over to Calderón and keeps it a secret.

- What's that mean? - It means they'll shoot him.

It's a pity he had to bring in all this murder and philosophy.

It was perfectly understandable without that horseshit.

[ TV Clicks Off ]

[ Woman On Radio ] Elsewhere, an investigation continues in the desert.

The body of a young woman found in Parque Colón is believed to be that...

of former model Paulita Kellner.

A military spokesman denies responsibility.

For the first time, the government is describing-- [ Continues, Indistinct ]

[ Helicopter Overhead ]

[ Honks Horn ]

My face is cracking.

Shh. Now, darling, you mustn't speak. Give it time to set.

Now, you both listen to my speech.

Oh, Augustín, it's so exciting.

We're going to make thousands of dollars in weeks.

- It's the Sally Faye promise. - Sure, I'll listen.

We may win a Cadillac.

- Here it goes, then. You guys listen. - [ Clears Throat ] Sure.

"Strategy is Sally Faye's revolutionary skin care for the older woman.

"This new alpha-hydroxide serum...

"will combat your skin fatigue and sensitivity--

"what the Greeks call psora, or itching.

"It will make your fine lines disappear,

and your face look 10 years younger overnight--" Let me see that manual.

[ Music Warps And Fades ]

Daddy, look.

Daddy? What's that? What?

I've asked everyone to come over tomorrow without their makeup on...

so I can confirm their skin types.

Okay, honey. It's ready to come off. Come here.

♪ [ Melodic Chanting ]

- Let me know if you need anything. - Thank you.

Again.

♪ [ Chanting ]

Can you turn down the sound, please?

- Can we go back to the beginning? - Okay.

Is that really him?

Who's that? That's Edith Pusanga.

And again. Forward.

Wait. Okay. Could you clarify that part?

C-Could you make it larger?

Stop. Stop. Stop.

There. How can we find out what that says?

[ Llosa ] Is it a painting?

No. A window, could it be?

Could we blow up those letters?

More.

[ Sucre ] An advertisement, maybe.

[ Rejas ] No. Flip it.

No.

It's a street sign.

I keep thinking "Eros." Eros.

- Are you telling the Fisherman? - Not yet.

Can I widen the search, look outside the capital?

No. He's here. He's here.

Calderón's people rang twice.

They want to know why we contacted the Chinese Embassy.

If-- If you drew a map of everywhere you've ever been,

they say you'd draw your own face.

Where? Where are you?

[ Phone Ringing ]

Yeah.

Give me the pen... and the paper. Hold on.

Yes, I know Calle Peron, but it winds through half the city.

What about others?

W-Wait a minute. Just one other?

In Sucros.

Calle Diderot.

♪ [ Festive ]

[ People Screaming ]

[ Whistles ]

You're a breath of fresh air.

[ Sighs ] After three weeks of sifting trash,

I feel like I need a year in the scrubatorium.

We finally finished combing through yesterday's refuse in Calle Peron.

Dirty work, diplomacy.

740 garbage bags,

most of them filled with duck a la fucking orange.

Cigarettes?

Marlboro, Marlboro Lights, Winston, Dunhill,

Benson & Hedges, Jockey Club, Lucky Strike,

Virginia Slims Menthol, Gauloises.

Not a single unfiltered Camel.

What about medicines?

You got Xanax for panic attacks, Prozac for clinical depression,

lithium for manic depression, "X" for psychotic depression,

Maalox for stomach acid,

estrogen supplements for menopause,

yards of dental floss.

And I would calculate enough used rubbers...

to fill the Chinese ambassador's swimming pool.

I really hope people in this street have cleaner minds.

No Dithranol? No Kenacort?

Nothing for the treatment of eczema, acne vulgaris,

or any other skin condition.

I've been in Miami.

I know the heartbreak of psoriasis.

[ Sucre ] Sir? What color were the flares the night of the Cafe Haiti bomb?

[ Rejas ] Red. The Fisherman was right.

Some enormous piece of shit is going on.

Last night, they caught a girl near the water plant with a bottle on her.

And my friend in the lab says it was full of typhus.

[ Rejas ] He thinks he's won.

The whole country's about to fall, but for the first tie I can sense him.

You don't want us to tell Calderón? Hmm?

He would supply us with enough men to search every house.

Do you know how long it takes a sequoia seed to germinate?

About 10 years.

Ten years. No different to farming or fishing.

- I know, sir, but-- - The trick is knowing when to be impatient.

We're almost there, but not quite.

He's either here or in Calle Peron.

[ Sucre ] Should I start collecting now?

In, uh... a minute.

- [ Clattering ] - What was that?

Sounds like a dog at a Dumpster.

[ Sucre ] Hey...

who put the pubes on my Coke can?

That's got a nice little walk on it.

Who is she?

- She teaches ballet. - How do you know?

My daughter goes there.

Single, is she, sir?

That's right.

Hello. She's waiting for someone.

You can start collecting.

What are you doing? What?

Oh, yeah. I hate my Beretta showing when I'm trying out a pirouette.

Hush.

[ Sighs ]

Hush. Hush. Hush.

♪ [ Piano: "All Along the Watchtower" ]

[ Man ] ♪ There must be some kind of way out of here ♪

♪ Said the joker to the thief ♪

♪ There's too much confusion ♪

♪ I can't get no relief ♪

Happy birthday. ♪ [ Continues, Indistinct ]

♪ Plowmen dig my earth ♪

I'll leave the slipper in the door.

♪ [ Continues, Indistinct ]

♪ Nobody's up in this world ♪

♪ All along the watchtower ♪

♪ All along the watchtower ♪

♪ Princess kept the view ♪

- [ Fireworks Exploding ] - ♪ Two riders were approaching ♪

♪ [ Song Ends ]

I love garbage. I can be around it always.

Calle Peron's finished. [ Clears Throat ]

Nothing of any interest, except maybe this.

Marxism Today, property of the Cuban press attaché.

Okay?

What about Diderot? We're halfway through Diderot.

Mm-hmm. We should be through by 5:00.

Anything?

Nothing to give you goose pimples.

And Gómez? [ Chuckles ]

Problem with the maid in 332.

Her employer likes to plant his own geraniums.

So today, Gómez is whitewashing trees instead.

Soon everyone will want to move in.

Look, that gives you plenty of time. [ Knocking ]

Yes, good luck. Yes, I-I thought the way you said it was fine.

Sir, I think you should come.

I have-- I have to go.

I'll talk to you later. [ Kissing Sound ] Bye.

Dithranol.

For the treatment of eczema and psoriasis.

"Keep away from children."

Eh, but they're not Camels. And they're filtered.

Which house?

[ Rejas ] The class began on time? How many? Fourteen.

No, no, no. J-Just go-- Just go on painting those trees.

Should we warn the teacher?

No. That would create panic among the girls and alert Ezequiel about it.

I want you to find out who the landlord is and whether there's a ground plan.

And move our men at Calle Peron immediately over to Calle Diderot.

And concentrate on any movement upstairs. And keep out of sight.

This is the captain. I can't speak to you individually,

but I want you to listen carefully.

I've been inside the house. It's divided in two.

Downstairs is the ballet studio.

Our suspect may be in the upstairs apartment.

There's no access from the studio,

and the ballet mistress doesn't know who lives upstai.

Probably our suspect relies on a staircase at the back.

Once you're over the wall-- Once you're over the wall,

you are not to fire unless you're fired on first.

Is that clear? There's a dance class in there.

We wait until the class is out.

[ Gómez Over Radio ] Captain Rejas? Yes.

Meeting broke up a few minutes ago. He's now watching television.

- Who else is with him? - Three others.

They are resting in a room at the back.

- And the dance class? - It was fine, sir.

We wait until all the mothers have left.

Is that clear? Got it, sir.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Here they come.

[ Car Horn Honks ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Sucre ] Oh, God, she's going back inside.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. [ Car Horn Honks ]

Come on.

Come on.

Good luck. Bye.

Get on with it!

Look, sir, upstairs.

That's him, isn't it?

[ Water Running ] ♪ [ Humming ]

[ Dog Barking ]

[ Dogs Barking ]

Men in position.

Sir, men in position.

We are ready to go.

This is the captain. You can go in.

[ Cries Out ]

[ Dogs Barking ]

[ Shouting ]

Well?

[ Sucre ] It's him.

[ Chattering ]

[ Sucre ] Stand up before the captain.

Professor Edgardo Rivas?

Captain Rejas, antiterrorist police.

We've met before.

You will never kill... this.

How many others? Four.

It doesn't matter if you shoot us.

We are in history.

We are not going to shoot anyone.

Find him a sensible pair of shoes...

and take him outside. [ Glass Shatters ]

[ Woman Screaming ]

Yes, sir.

[ Yolanda Screaming ]

No! No! No!

What are you doing? Let her go!

Aaah! [ Sobbing ]

Okay, calm down. Those bastards!

Don't worry. Calm down, calm down, calm down. Oh, thank God.

Calm down. Calm down. It's okay.

It's okay. Thank God you're safe.

You don't know who we've got upstairs.

What's going on?

What's going on?

Don't be frightened.

These are my men.

Don't you dare harm him.

You'll pay with your life if you harm him.

Yolanda?

[ Shrieking ]

[ Sobbing ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Screams ]

[ Spits ]

[ Sobbing ]

Aah!

[ Footsteps ]

Is Yolanda with you?

Everyone's with us, Captain.

Fourth flame of communism. [ Car Doors Close ]

He's just a big, fat man in a cardigan.

[ Engine Starts ]

Sir,

it could be really dangerous...

if you don't ring Calderón.

Yes, yes, it could be.

[ Clears Throat ] Cecilia? Hmm.

Do you have the list of press attachés?

[ Radio Newscaster ] And now, breaking news. This is to confirm--

[ Rejas ] Any reward-- Any reward will go to the children...

orphaned by the violence.

Who is the ballerina? No more-- No more questions. Excuse me, no more questions.

I haven't finished the interrogation.

Thank you.

[ Reporter ] If you're not busy during the next election,

I have a job for you.

[ Turns Off TV, Radio Continues ]

The palace has refused comment-- [ Telephone Ringing ]

and the whereabouts of Ezequil at present are unknown.

Captain Rejas did confirm...

that Ezequiel's real name is Edgardo Rodriguez Rivas...

and that he was taken into police custody without incide.

When will she come around?

Half an hour, maybe.

I gave her another shot at 6:00.

[ Sighs ] She didn't understand what was going on.

You're wrong, boss.

[ Door Opens ]

Are you Rejas? Mm-hmm.

Orders from the palace. The prisoners are no longer under your authority.

Okay. Get them out.

[ Cell Door Opens ]

Professor Edgardo Rivas, you're coming with us.

[ Rivas ] With infinite pleasure, comrade.

[ Shouting ]

[ Newscaster ] Ten days after the dramatic capture of guerilla leader Ezequiel,

the political repercussions are being felt.

Yesterday, a delegation of senators...

called on Police Captain Augustín Rejas...

to run for president.

His enormous popularity could unify the opposition...

and pose a great threat to the ruling party.

Thanks to the efforts of one honest man,

our country can now breathe easy...

for the first time in a decade.

Meanwhile, the most notorious terrorist in the western hemisphere...

began a new life on the island prison of San Lorenzo.

[ Ship's Horn Blows ]

[ Newscaster ] A military court today sentenced...

former ballerina Yolanda Celandin.

As Comrade Isabel, she is believed to have run...

the section of operative support.

The most damning evidence, a mention in her notebook...

of the café destroyed by the Miraflores bomb.

Passing sentence, the judge agreed to a symbolic punishment...

in addition to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole.

Will you stand?

You will be condemned to a cell without light.

Viva el presidente Ezequiel.

You wanted to talk about a deal?

So what's the deal?

It's about Yolanda Celandin.

What about her?

I want to address three terms of her imprisonment.

Which terms?

First, I would like her to be allowed blankets, books,

and writing material.

- And? - Second,

I insist that she be moved to a cell with light.

I want to be clear on this.

If we meet these conditions, you're saying you'll give your word...

you won't run against the president in the next election?

In the next election?

No.

Let me tell you right off, this is impossible.

Your demands are preposterous, and besides,

as you well know, they contravene the due process of law.

[ Chuckles ]

But let us imagine a situation in which they could be met.

Mm-hmm? We would need reassurances.

You would have to give your public support to the government.

The president is a man much maligned, but he sees the bigger picture.

Despite the fact you disobeyed his express orders,

he remains anxious to show the nation's gratitude.

I know he would like to offer you a judgeship.

This could be announced at the press conference,

the sooner the better.

And the third condition?

A quiet release after five years.

That would not be mentioned at the press conference.

By the way, she already had writing material.

This came back with the blankets you sent her.

She's only a young woman, Rejas.

72% water.

Yet you could have been president.

[ Woman ] Let's see what we can do, uh,

with this lovely, lovely thing...

that goes past all racial conflict...

and all kinds of conflicts.

It-- It is a reflective tune,

and sometime in your life,

you will have occasion to say,

"What is this thing called time?"

You know, what-- what is that?

The clock. You go to work by the clock.

You get your martini in the afternoon by the clock,

and you have your coffee by the clock,

and you have to get on the ple at a certain time...

and arrive at a certain--

And it goes on and on and on.

And time is a dictator, as we know it.

Where does it go? What does it do?

Most of all, is it alive?

Is it a thing that we cannot touch, and is it alive?

And then, one day, you look in the mirror.

You've brought your own music? How-- How old?

And you say, "Where did the time go?"

We'll leave you with that one.

♪ [ Acoustic Guitar ]

[ Woman ] ♪ Across the morning sky ♪

♪ All the birds ♪

♪ Are leaving ♪

♪ How can they know ♪

♪ When it's time ♪

♪ To go ♪

♪ Before the winter fire ♪

♪ I'll still be dreaming ♪

♪ I do not count the time ♪

♪ Who knows where the time goes ♪

♪ Who knows where the time ♪

♪ Goes ♪

♪ But I am not alone ♪

♪ As long as my love ♪

♪ Is near me ♪

♪ And I know it will be so ♪

♪ Till it's time to go ♪

♪ All through the winter ♪

♪ Until the birds ♪

♪ Again return in spring ♪

♪ And I do not fear time ♪

♪ Who knows where the time goes? ♪

♪ Who knows where the time ♪

♪ Goes ♪