Alejandro!
Go hide.
Don't come out, don't make any noise.
Don't do anything.
Go.
Put your rifle down and don't move,
Put it down!
That's all...
Salinas, I got it!
See you again, doctor.
300 kilometers to get down here,
It's a long way.
What do you want, Salinas?
The war is over.
It is the winner who decides when a war ends.
The war is over. Point.
Not yours, doctor.
And not mine.
Don't touch me!
They will catch you and you will rot in prison for the rest of your life.
You would like to grow old behind bars?
Would you like...
el Gurre?
- You are crazy. - Maybe.
Say it again.
I love hearing you talk crazy, doctor.
Go fuck yourself!
You know how many times I shot in four years of war?
Two.
I don't like shooting,
I don't like guns.
I never wanted them with me.
I fought my war sitting at a desk.
Salinas the Rat, do you remember him?
Your friends called me that.
But do you know what happened?
I fucked them, one by one.
I deciphered their coded messages and then I made them spy.
And I fucked them.
It went on like this for four years.
But the truth is I only shot twice.
The first time it was at night.
I shot in the dark, at no one.
The second...
it was the last day of the war.
I shot my brother.
We arrived at the hospital before the army.
You had fled.
You understood what the mood was,
so you took off your torturer's coat
and you ran away.
Do you know what your most vivid memory is?
That not a single moan could be heard.
Not a sound, doctor, nothing.
Absolute silence.
You had torn them to pieces.
Now they just wanted to die.
Then I found my brother.
Miguel.
Miguelito.
Can you hear me?
That voice...
That voice seemed to come from hell.
Kill me.
I felt the bones in his face.
My brother.
You can't ask anyone to do something like that.
They couldn't ask me.
I couldn't do anything about it, I kept screaming,
but as if from afar.
Look at me, Roca.
I said, look at me.
Throughout the war
I only shot twice.
I'll shoot one more time,
the last one.
- I had nothing to do with it. - No?
I have nothing to do with...
- You were there! - I wasn't there when...
- What the fuck are you talking about? - I swear.
It was your hospital!
- My hospital? - You were the doctor who treated them!
You tore them to pieces!
- Shut the fuck up! - I didn't kill anyone!
I'll kill you!
Go away.
Go away!
- Who the fuck is he? - And the son.
- What the fuck are you talking about? - It's your son.
Roca's son.
There shouldn't have been anyone there!
You said there was no one there!
Please.
Don't do anything stupid, put that rifle down.
Now you know what kind of man your father is,
now you know he's a killer.
He killed dozens of people.
Sometimes he poisoned them slowly with his medicines.
Some he killed by opening their chests
and then letting them die.
They called your father the Hyena,
did you know?
His friends called him the Hyena.
And they laughed about it.
That's the way it is, boy.
It's late now, even if you have a rifle in your hand.
Please, no.
Leave him alone, please.
Please.
- Don't do anything stupid. - He's my father!
Make him stop.
Make him stop, please.
Salinas, we got the boy,
but where is the little girl?
Roca's son was here, but where is the little girl?
Find it!
What the hell did you do?
- Please... - Enough now.
What the hell did you do?
Calm down, boy.
Do you understand?
That's life, okay?
Good evening.
I would like to buy a ticket.
Have you been waiting a long time?
No. Why?
As I haven't said, forgive me.
No.
I want that.
- This one here? - Yes.
That's a good number.
How does he know?
It's my job.
Listen...
would you like to have a drink with me?
I?
Yes.
I cannot.
I have to keep the kiosk open,
I can't leave now, I don't have anyone...
I cannot.
Come with me.
Please.
Come with me.
When people win the lottery
they can't keep it a secret.
No?
The funny thing is that the first person they tell
he's a child,
There's probably a moral,
but I've never been able to figure out what it is.
Some stories are born with a moral,
that's why they exist,
to convey something profound.
Others, however, are just stories.
I know who she is
and I know why he's here.
Many years ago
she saw three men kill his father in cold blood.
I'm the only one of the three who is still alive.
She came here looking for me.
And now it has found me.
When I was little
my name was Nina.
But it all ended that day.
The day my father and my brother
they were killed.
I liked that name.
Nina.
One day a man named Ricardo Uribe
he took me with him,
It was the pharmacist.
He told everyone that I was his daughter.
And everyone believed him.
He kept me in the back of the pharmacy.
In the evening he sat on the sofa
and he made me lean on it your head on his lap.
He told me stories scary stories about war.
Then he kissed me on the forehead
and let me go to sleep.
A winter evening
Uribe went to Riviera.
They remained just him and the Count of Torrelavid.
They got to the point
where the players they lose their sense of reality
- Do you gamble? - No.
Then he won't understand.
Belsito, it was the hacienda most beautiful in the area,
You can play the pharmacy.
You also have a beautiful daughter, though.
Belsito against your daughter,
it's an honest proposal.
All eyes were on him.
He had no chance to reflect.
He stared at the cards without touching them.
The count came to get me the following day.
But then he did something completely unpredictable.
I wait
that I turned 14
and married me.
I gave him three children.
Yes?
- Can we have two teas? - Right away.
Men are so hard to understand.
The count had only seen me once before that day.
He had asked:
"Who is that little girl?"
And they told him so.
I am sorry.
She has...
a strange way to tell this story,
As if
she didn't care.
On the contrary.
I care too much about everything.
I feel nostalgic for everything that happened to me.
Thank you.
Is it true that they called her Tito?
Had he ever seen my father before that day?
I knew who he was.
Is it true that you shot him first?
What do you remember?
Do you remember?
I don't do anything else
for a long time.
I remember everything.
At the beginning, of course,
I didn't say anything because I was scared,
but as time goes by no one thought about the war anymore.
However,
at a certain point,
it turned out that Roca's daughter was alive.
It was hidden in a small southern town.
I didn't know what to think.
It seemed incredible to me
that she had come out of that hell alive.
But you can never tell with children.
Finally, someone
he saw the little girl
and swore it was her,
At that point I understood
that I wouldn't never more freed than that day,
neither me nor the others.
Naturally I began to wonder
what he might have seen
and heard.
And if he remembered my face.
Who knows what happens in a child's head
faced with something like this.
Adults have memories,
the sense of justice
and often the taste of revenge,
but a child?
I convinced myself
that nothing would happen.
But then...
Salinas died.
In that strange way.
Good morning, doctor.
Do you know Salinas?
Turns out they had something to do with it Uribe's medicines.
It could have been a coincidence, but it sure was strange.
Everyone was convinced
that the little girl knew something,
that there was something to do with it.
Now it's hard to understand,
but those were strange times.
The country moved forward leaving the war behind,
at an incredible speed.
But there was a whole world
who had never emerged from that war
and that he was unable to integrate in that happy nation.
Or I was one of those.
We all were.
Nothing was finished for us yet.
And that little girl was a danger.
So we decided
that, in one way or another,
that little girl had to be eliminated.
Now it all seems...
a madness,
but in our reality
it was all very logical.
That little girl had to be eliminated.
They instructed the count.
The Count of Torrelavid.
That man had done it
double-dealing throughout the war.
He worked for them, but he was one of ours.
He went to Uribe
and asked him
if he preferred to spend his life in prison
for the assassination of Salinas,
or disappear into thin air,
leaving the little girl to him.
Uribe was a coward.
He handed the little girl over to the count.
And run away.
He died ten years later
in a remote village beyond the border.
In a note he wrote that he hadn't done anything
and what God
he would pursue his enemies
to the gates of hell.
Everyone expected it
that the count
killed the little girl.
But he didn't.
He kept it with him at home,
And finally he said:
"Don't worry about the little girl."
For months we talked about nothing else,
But over time everyone forgot about it.
The little girl grew up and gave it to the count
three children.
He was never seen around.
They called her Donna Sol.
Donna Sol.
There was a strange rumor going around about him.
They said he didn't speak.
No one ever had it heard him say a word.
They thought she was sick.
Without knowing why...
people were afraid of her.
Excuse me.
Shall I bring you something for dinner?
- I'm not hungry, thanks. - Please, he is my guest.
I'm not hungry, really.
Thank you.
- Let's have dessert. - Certainly.
It's cute here.
Yes.
It was his friends to tell her all these stories?
Yes.
- And you believed him? - Yes.
Tell me the rest.
- What for? - Please.
It's not my story, it's his.
He knows her better than me.
But I want to hear it from her.
Many years had passed,
I could sleep at night
and around me
there were people who didn't call me Tito.
I have no memory of the train journey.
Emotions guided me,
I couldn't think,
Gentleman.
He offered me a drink.
I asked him if he remembered me.
He knew who I was.
I wanted to ask questions.
I wanted to know.
We talked about work for a while.
Even politics.
Then I asked about her.
Thanks for visiting.
I understood instantly.
Then I got up and left.
He made me accompany him at the station by a boy.
I remember it well
because he will not have been more than 14 years old,
and yet, he drove the car.
Carlos.
My eldest son, Carlos.
Before leaving Belsito,
as I walked down the long corridor,
with all those doors closed,
I thought that somewhere, in that house,
she was there.
I would have liked to see her.
I wouldn't have told her anything,
but I would have liked to see his face again...
after all those years.
For a second I was absolutely certain
that she would go out
and she would pass me by without saying a word.
But it didn't happen.
Life is never perfect,
something is always missing.
People look at us sitting here,
Together.
Maybe they mistake her for my brother.
Maybe they ask themselves
if we are lovers.
0 maybe they think we are a very normal couple.
What else does he know about me?
About ten years later,
the count died in a car accident.
She was left with the three boys, Belsito and all that.
But to the count's family he didn't like it.
So they said she was crazy,
which couldn't be left alone with the three boys.
The case ended up in court.
The judge
he concluded that they were right.
They took her away from Belsito
and entrusted her to the care of doctors.
Ended up in a nursing home in Santander.
Is that so?
Two years later, she fled
and disappeared.
They looked for her for a while, but then they stopped,
they were sure she was dead.
Crazy people often disappear.
Do you have children?
- Why?
You have to trust the world to make it.
It must be beautiful be able to make certain choices.
In those years I was working
in a factory up north.
I didn't think anything.
It hit me
knowing that she had gone mad.
I was wondering
what kind of madness it was.
Maybe he was walking around...
shouting.
Or maybe she sat quietly in a corner.
Maybe he was holding a rope tight in his hand
or the head of a robin.
The idea that we make ourselves crazy
it's funny...
Already.
If you don't know them.
Four years later...
el Gurre died.
They found it with a bullet in the back,
in front of his stable.
They found a ticket,
with a woman's name written on it.
His.
Since that day...
I started waiting for her.
I knew nothing would stop her
and that it would also come to me.
I knew he wouldn't have me shot from behind
or sent a hitman who didn't even know me.
I knew she would come
to look me straight in the face,
maybe to talk a little,
because I opened the trapdoor that day
and then I closed it again.
She never forgot this.
I carried this secret with me
for life...
like a disease.
I deserved to sit here with her.
Uribe...
took the count's cards in his hand,
he slowly slipped them through his fingers,
discovering them one at a time.
Then he stood up
and politely took his leave.
Nobody laughed.
Nobody said a word.
Uribe didn't think to what he had lost,
but to the one who hadn't won.
I wasn't that important to him.
And now tell me,
because my story should it be less true than his?
My father...
he was a wonderful father.
He was a wonderful man.
Whether she believes it or not.
Because my truth should be less true than his?
I know how it went things that day,
yet I remember very little.
I remember hearing something,
but what I heard was so absurd
to seem like a dream.
Everything vanished in that fire.
But this is what I know:
she came to my house,
he shot my father,
then Salinas shot him too.
In the end, el Gurre
he inserted the barrel of the machine gun
in my father's mouth...
and blew his brains out.
How do I know?
Take my life!
El Gurre told me about it.
He liked to brag about it.
It was an animal.
You all were.
In war, men are animals.
Enough.
How can God forgive you?
Enough.
But look,
she seems like a normal man,
with his threadbare overcoat,
and when he takes off his glasses
he puts them away carefully in the brown case.
The curtains of his kiosk are clean.
Before crossing the street,
she looks left and right,
like a normal man.
Yet she saw my brother die
without reason.
He was just a little boy.
A blast of gunpowder
and he was no longer there.
She just stood there
and he did nothing.
She was 17 years old, not sick, yet he let it happen,
because that's how it happened,
it wasn't a fever delirium.
Please,
Can you explain to me how this is possible?
We were fighting a war.
But the war was over.
No. She knows nothing.
Then explain to me.
We believed in a better world.
What? What does it mean?
A just world...
where the weak do not have to suffer
for the wickedness of others.
Where everyone has the right to happiness.
- And you believed it? - Certain.
We all believed it.
We had to do it and we knew how.
- Does it seem so strange to you? - YES.
We knew how to do it and so it was,
It cannot be sown
without plowing first.
You must first break the earth.
You can't dream of a better world
and think that they will deliver it to you
just because you ask.
You have to fight.
Once you understand this,
it no longer made a difference
if to lose out they were children, women, elderly people.
We knew that no matter how high the price,
the reward would have been immense,
because we didn't fight for money
or for a field to work or for a flag,
we did it for a better world.
We were giving back
millions of people a decent life,
the possibility of being happy,
to live and die with dignity.
Who cares if a child dies against a wall?
Or ten or a hundred?
Millions of other children
they were waiting for us to do it
and we did it.
- But do you really believe it? - Why shouldn't I?
Because you won the war,
but does this seem like a better world to you?
- I've never asked myself that. - It is not true.
He's asked himself a thousand times,
He's just afraid of the answer.
And it has also been asked a thousand times
what was he doing at my house that day?
ready to kill a man in cold blood.
A man she had never seen before.
Because he wasn't allowed to the right to a trial?
Because she had already started killing
and he was no longer able to stop.
And all the time
she turned it over in her head the idea of ​​a "better world"
so you don't have to think
to all the people he killed.
For revenge,
that's why she killed,
This is why we all kill.
- It is not true. - There's nothing to be ashamed of.
It is the only medicine for pain.
It's the only thing
which allows us not to go crazy.
It's the only drug that makes us fight.
But did this make you free? No.
It burned your life.
He filled you with ghosts.
She doesn't even remember anymore what life is.
What does she know?
He's right,
I'm just crazy...
who knows nothing about life.
A little girl
who doesn't understand anything.
He would understand,
but I'm too tired
to explain anything to her.
Do what you have to, but leave them alone.
When I saw
the hatch cover lift up,
I noticed the light coming in
and I turned around.
I saw his young face.
In a certain sense
everything seemed natural to me.
I liked that he was that guy
to come and get me.
But then she lowered the lid.
The darkness had returned.
The sound of the boy's footsteps
he was moving further and further away.
I felt lost.
That terror he never abandoned me again.
From that moment on
I did nothing but wish
that that boy would come back to get me.
I am sorry.
I am very sorry.
Choose a hotel.
One she likes.
May he be calm.
As incomprehensible as life is, we cross it
with the sole desire to return to the hell that created us.
Nothing is stronger than instinct
to return to where they broke us
and to replicate that moment forever,
but suddenly, merciful
€ without blood.