Well, aren't you a fucking idiot!
What the fuck are you doing here?
- No, nothing... - You looking for something, huh?
Take it easy, man.
- You've been having fun, huh? - Chill, dude.
Grab him!
Look at me, punk!
- Hold him tight. - Fuck him up!
Shit, my hand. Fucking pussy!
Make sure no one's looking!
There are blows in life...
...so great...
...I don't know.
Blows as if from the hatred of God.
As if before them, the backlash of everything suffered...
...were to damn up the soul.
I don't know.
They are few, but they are.
They open dark furrows in the fiercest face...
...and in the strongest side.
Perhaps they could be the horses of barbarous Attilas...
...or the black heralds Death sends us.
There are blows in life so great.
I don't know.
Lima. Sunday, 6 a.m. Two weeks before.
Who is it?
No one.
Hello, Santi, it's your father.
I'm sorry for having to tell you like this...
Before your mother died, I...
I'm not sure how to say this.
Your mother left me for being a failure.
I didn't realize this until after she died.
Forgive me.
You're a grown man now and...
...I know I have never been a good father.
I guess what I'm trying to say is...
...I want you to know that I love you, son.
Forgive me for leaving you by yourself.
I have to go now.
Forgive me.
Hey, sir! What are you doing?!
- C'mon, Santi, don't take so long. - Yeah, yeah.. don't worry.
- How much longer? - I'm almost there...
For fuck's sake!
- Santiago, who the hell keeps calling? - Just leave it...
- Stop messing around... - Mariana! No, don't!
Hello? Yes, speaking...
Come again?
Santiago, what's the matter?
My father...
In the name of the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, amen.
May the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ...
...the love of the Father...
...and the communion of the Holy Ghost, may He be with your spirits.
- Pautrat? Santiago Pautrat? - That's me...
Sign here, please.
Thank you.
Is this all of it?
The Black Heralds.
And with this track from The Vagabonds,
we have some spicy news for you.
The police determined that the reason for the recent suicide of the...
'60s band's lead singer was due to chronic depression and an...
...economic and personal trauma.
The 58 year-old lead singer, Jean Pautrat...
lept off the Miraflores bridge...
...last Sunday, the 12th of July, ending his life.
I don't k now if you remember, but his wife of 10 years...
left him for a Spanish diplomat.
The town's gossip said that was the cause of the group's break up.
What a shame, right? He being so talented and all.
"Vagabond leaps off bridge"
Hello, Santi. Santi?
It's me, Xime.
I see you're not in.
I just found out about your dad and...
...I'm so sorry.
I still can't believe it.
I really hope you're doing better. I know it must be tough and all.
Everything here in New York is fine, but we really miss you.
Inigo sends you a hug...
...and I a ton of kisses.
I'll call you back soon. Bye.
Based on your file...
...your academic and social performance...
...leaves a lot to be desired, Pautrat.
How can I justify a scholarship for you...
...if you haven't even paid your academic insurance?
You come from over four private schools...
...from which you've been expelled for bad conduct.
Here you have been suspended three times...
...for physical aggression against other students.
Please.
I really need your help right now.
I'm going through very hard times...
...and yesterday I lost my job.
But according to your file, you live with your father.
No, we no longer live together.
Why don't you look for educational opportunities...
...in other institutions that are...
...more adjusted to your budget.
Maybe you weren't born to be an economist, Pautrat.
Hey, leave a message and I'll call ya!
Answer the phone!
- Chips, sir? - No, thanks!
Sir...only five soles for this toy dog.
No...no, thank you. I'm good.
Son of a bitch!
Sir...
Sir, can I have twenty soles of 90 octane gas, please.
Santiago! No! Leave him alone! Stop being an animal!
You fucking whore!
I tried calling you!
Let go!
I tried calling you a hundred times, but you never answered.
So you start dating some asshole?
Santi...are you there? Pick up the phone.
It's me, Xime, again. I don't know if you got my message yesterday.
Well, the thing is...
I mentioned to Inigo that it would be good to come see you...
...and he thought it was a great idea.
I know it's a bit of a surprise, but we'll be arriving on Thursday!
And Inigo says that even though we're just...
...brother and sister through marriage, he's dying to meet you.
I also really wanna see you.
How long has it been? Five or six years?
I think the last time was at your mother's funeral.
Seems like only sad times bring us together.
Hopefully we can change that.
Xime?
Guess who?
Xime!
- How are you? - Better, doing better.
I'm so sorry about your dad and all.
Don't worry about it, I'm much better now. You?
Good, great. Married as you can see.
Congrats!
You're so grown up!
Last time I saw you, you were a 15-year-old squirt full of pimples.
Where is Inigo?
- Santiago... - What's up?
- I'm so sorry about your father. - Don't worry, I'm fine now.
How was your flight from New York?
Fine.
Well, I'm kind of jetlagged with the time change and all...
- It's only one hour, Inigo. - It was only a joke, Ximena.
Shall we?
- Got everything? - Yeah!
Wow, your place is nice.
It needs a girl's touch, but that can be fixed.
Yeah, it's quite...retro.
It belonged to my mother. I moved in after high school.
Cool.
I've prepared my bedroom for you. The bed is big and...
...I just changed the sheets, and there's also clean towels.
Let me know if you need anything.
- And you, where do you sleep? - On the sofa.
You can close this door if you want.
- You're going to sleep there? - Yeah, I always pass out there anyways.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, don't worry.
- Smells good. - I got you a welcoming chifa.
- Delicious! - Chifa?
I hope it's not too cold.
- What the hell is chifa? - Chinese-Peruvian food, my love.
- You owe me for this one. - Please.
Hey, Santi, where's the bathroom?
Over here.
This is in Mancora, right?
I used to love going on these trips.
How'd it go? How'd the song go?
If the queen of Spain were to die
Charles V. would...
C'mon, help me. I don't remember.
Then Charles V. would want to rule and Spanish blood
Would spill and flow like the waves flow in the sea
I can't believe I still remember!
How's the chifas?
Chifa, without the "s".
All right, guys, let's set the table.
Can I have one?
- Just one. - No, no.
Shame I missed the wedding. Would've loved to have gone.
Well, you really didn't miss much. It was a small wedding.
- Intimate. - Intimate.
- I still haven't told you how we met. - No, don't think so.
After one long year in New York, I was finally able to do an exhibition.
And this nut came in and bought the entire show.
It wasn't gentry. Her show was spectacular.
- What can I say, she's talented. - You're such an idiot!
And you? Any plans?
I was thinking about going on a trip. Taking a little break from Lima.
- Cool. Where are you going? - Mancora.
Mancora? What a great idea.
Yeah... I leave tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
But...you don't want to spend some time with us?
Thing is, I already had it planned for some time now.
So you're leaving?
Baby, leave him alone. Santi, go ahead with your plans.
It's a shame.
I was really looking forward to spending some time with you.
I feel real bad. You guys can stay here as long as you like.
I'm going to leave you a set of keys.
Santi, don't worry about us, really.
Thanks, but don't worry about it.
Well, maybe we can see you when you return?
Well, I think I'm off to the shower.
I'll pick this up.
Don't worry about it...
You guys take the rest.
Thanks.
Not even a five-star hotel treats us this well.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
I really need to get out of Lima for a couple of days.
All this, the winter and all, it's suffocating me a bit.
I think that's kind of the reason why my mother left.
No one knows about this, but...
...my father...
...just before he jumped, he called me...
...and I didn't even answer.
I hadn't seen him for...
...six months...
...and I didn't even pick up.
My father killed himself because of me.
He didn't kill himself because of you.
That was his decision.
I hadn't seen him in six months, I had to wait till his funeral.
No, Santi, please.
What are you doing here so early?
Someone's in a mood.
Since you don't want to spend time with us here...
...I've decided we'll do it in Mancora.
- Are you serious? - Yup.
You're leaving Inigo here?
The hell with leaving Inigo here!
Inigo goes to Mancora.
Open up, it's cold!
- You don't mind, right? - No, of course not.
Open up! I'm freezing!
Open! Before I freeze!
- Leave it. - You got it?
They're your things, anyway.
Open the trunk, this weighs a ton!
Hey, you, if you're going to be so serious, stop and I'll get off.
C'mon, gimme a little smile...
Hey, Santi, what type of music did your dad sing?
You're speaking too loud!
Sorry. So what kind of music did your dad sing?
You know, old-school stuff...
Ballads?
No, a bit more funky, you know?
Like the Puma?
What Puma?
Shit, dude, the Puma. You know... Jose Rodriguez! The Puma.
Thanks.
I'll have another one, please.
Look how cute those kids are.
Do you mind taking off your sunglasses? I can't see your eyes.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Inigo, I told you not to come if you didn't want to.
Xime, please, be grateful for the effort, huh?
Effort?
Effort is what I do for you.
People don't change. Get that into your head.
Anyway, let's try to enjoy ourselves.
- Wow, the food looks great! - It's all for you...all of it!
Why didn't you stop?
- Why should I stop? - Because they were asking for help.
And why should I stop to help the first asshole whose car breaks down?
Because that's what people do.
Maybe in Madrid or New York, but not here.
I don't get it. That's the mentality of a child.
Child...right.
Who helps you?
Who helps me?
Who helped me when my mother left?
Nobody.
Who helped me when my father decided one morning...
...to throw himself off a goddamn bridge?
No one, because no one helps!
That's life. Everyone has to survive on their own.
I take care of myself.
I'm sure they will too, so don't worry for them so much.
I agree with Santi.
Fuck 'em.
Survival of the fittest.
You're a lot like me, Santi.
A lot.
How are you doing in school?
At my pace...
...I think I'm going to end up being a singer like my dad.
- Don't wanna be an economist? - I was told I'm not cut out for it.
- Inigo! - What?
- Couldn't you piss somewhere else? - Where the hell else? Sorry!
Excuse me, may I take a picture of you?
So what are you up to? Working?
- I did. - Doing what?
I was a waiter.
And? What, they fired you? Like a dog.
Well, thank God that I've never been fired from a job.
Because you haven't worked a day in your life.
Thank God!
So why'd they fire you?
My boss made some jokes about my father that weren't very funny.
- And? - I knocked him out.
Fuck him.
Leibovitz. Let's go!
- Let's go! - Thanks!
Where have you been? Your shirt is filthy with grease!
Leave me alone. You fucked up my piss.
Hey, guys.
Excuse me, can you please...
...tell me exactly where we are?
Well, somewhere in between Lima and Mancora.
- You're going to Mancora? - Yup.
I'm also going to Mancora.
Can I get a lift?
Yeah, sure, why not?
Great! Thanks!
My name is Andres, but my friends call me Batoe.
Batoo?
- Batoe, with an accent on the "u." - Oh, Batoe.
- I'm Ximena. - How are you?
The smiling fellow over there is Santi...
...and that's Inigo, my husband.
- Hey, bro. - Broooo.
Shall we?
One sec, I'm going to go get my surfboard.
Don't rush. We'll wait for you in the car.
Hey, what the fuck are you doing?
Seems like a nice guy, no?
- Is he coming with us the whole way? - Yeah, till Mancora, so?
So Bohemian.
Jackass.
- Hey, leave that song on. - All right!
- So you're Cuban? - I'm "Cungo."
- Cungo? - Cubano-Gringo.
- I've never heard of that. - Just made it up.
- Do you guys mind? - Ah...weed?
- You speak Portuguese don't you? - No, but I do speak weed.
- So why do they call you Batoe? - Because I'm the reincarnation of Batoe.
- You know who Batoe is right? - Nope.
He was the creator of Kung Fu, 500 years before Christ.
- So you do karate? - No, no.
How long have you been traveling for?
A long time.
I left Rio de Janeiro over a year ago.
And you've come from Rio hitchhiking?
That's right. And since what counts is the journey...
...and not the destination, may the road be welcomed.
What?
Nothing...Our Batoe is all talk.
Why?
"What counts is the journey not the destination"? What?
The world isn't as fucked up as you imagine it to be, Santi.
The world, as I observe it...
...my little grasshopper, is how you see it and...
...and more than that, how you want it to be.
Amen!
- That's some good weed, right? - Amazing!
But this isn't the weed talking... it's the voice of the Shaman.
The Masters of the Ayahuasca.
What the hell is Ayahuasca?
It's a beverage that the indigenous people take in Peru.
In Brazil too.
Where can we score some?
You'd have to go to the Amazon.
But you might find it in Mancora.
Piura is Peru's Shaman capital.
Ayahuasca is not a game. It's not peyote or San Pedro.
It's much stronger.
Supposedly it's a ritual that converts you into the animal you carry inside.
Ayahuasca is much more than that.
It puts you face to face with your demons.
For some, it's the answer to all their problems... understand?
Cool!
Shit! No music.
- Nothing, huh? - Just crappy news.
- Give it a rest? - Kill it.
The longest wave in the world.
Understand?
No! Can't understand a damn word you speak.
Chicama.
It's the beach with the longest surf break in the world.
- Get out of here! - No joke, dude.
It's a tube of water, two meters high and two kilometers long.
Perfection.
I don't get it.
Me neither.
Brazil!
That wave is phenomenal!
Two meters...
Longest wave in the world, huh?
Where've you been, baby?
Craziest wave I've seen in my life. Hey, we're spending the night.
You have to come see it!
- Sorry, man, but I'm going to Mancora. - Fuck, one night?
I can't stay. If I do, I'll lose the hotel reservation.
Okay, whatever, you go to Mancora.
So how about it? We stay here, you and me?
What?
I don't understand you, Inigo.
What? What don't you get?
C'mon, what the hell is wrong?
Fight?
Fight! Yes! Ximena loves to fight!
- And where do you plan on staying? - In a hotel.
- And the board? Where are you gonna... - I'll rent it!
They don't rent boards here.
Well, I'll rent Batoe's.
- Batoe? - It's not for sale, brother.
No, no. Not sale, rent. I give you money...
Help me out here, man.
Gift.
A gift? Great!
- Brother? - Yeah!
So you're leaving? I can't believe it.
That's enough! Please!
Let's go, Xime!
That's enough! Please!
- C'mon! What are you doing? - Let's go.
- Thanks, man! - You're welcome.
So that's it?
You coming?
Later, guys!
Let's go. That's it! Move, I'm driving.
- You sure? - The hell with it! Batoe let's go!
I hate those impulse reactions he gets. Guy's addicted to adrenaline.
He shoots it up, eh?
You smoke a ton.
How old are you again? 20? 21?
21.
- You're such a little squirt. - Shut up.
Xime, honestly... what are you doing here?
I wanted to see you.
That's it! Almost got it!
Easy does it!
Do you need a hand?
- C'mon! We got it! - Easy, sir.
- Thanks, kid! How can I repay you? - Not necessary, sir.
How about a lift? I'm on my way out...
- Sure...why not? - Great!
Hey, are my panties there?
No clue.
They're right here. You didn't even look.
- What are you looking at? - Me? Nothing.
C'mon, perv! Hit the shower.
- How's it going? - Xime is almost ready.
- Ready? - Nearly. Five minutes.
So where's the party?
In the next town over, "El Alto."
Hemingway used to live there.
Sounds good, huh?
Can I have a drag?
- I thought you weren't allowed to. - How funny.
Five seconds, right?
Yes.
- Hey how are you? - Good, and you?
Guys, this is "El Mono."
Welcome, folks!
Let's go!
Damn, this tonazo is sick, partna'!
Tonazo? What language are you speaking?
In Peruvian, sweetie, tonazo means party. Dig it?
- Dig it? - Dig it means get it.
Let's get a couple of cold ones.
It will loosen you up.
That's our stop.
Some beers would be nice!
Hey, ma'am, some iced icicle ones, as if they were for you.
Iced icicle? You're screwing me up, Mono!
Whatever, it's all good. You order, I'm buying.
- No way. I wanna buy. - Then you buy all the rounds!
As long as they're icy icicle, I'm buying!
Check it out!
Baby, are you bored?
What's wrong? Now you want to dance with that clown?
Yeah, would it bother you?
You think I'm an idiot? I may not be from the city, but I'm no idiot!
Watch it, bitch!
- Easy. What's your problem? - Had to be a city faggot.
Hey, what's your problem, huh?
Who the fuck are you calling a city faggot, you fucking Indian!
Bitch-ass city boy!
I wonder what would've been of me if I'd have lived in Mancora.
What's so funny?
I would have set up a little bar. Would take my pictures...
...and would be completely free.
But then you wouldn't have met Inigo.
If it weren't for Inigo, my life would've gone to shit.
Why?
After your mom passed...
...my dad split and abandoned me.
I got my things and took off to New York to see if...
...I don't know, do something with my photography.
Once there, I met some guy, a photographer and...
...it was a disaster...
...I got myself into a hole.
And just like that, I met Inigo.
He was there, took care of me, and...
...I guess...
...I fell in love with him.
And now I feel as if I'm lost in his world.
What world?
Huh?
What world?
In Inigo's. He doesn't give two shits, does what he wants, and...
...it frightens me.
You know?
To be honest, it's a bit deep for me.
I should've moved here.
- C'mon! - What are you doing?
C'mon, Santi!
Going to Mancora?
It's not bad.
Hello.
What are you doing here? How'd you know we were here?
Batoe. I ran into him last night.
- Last night? - Yeah, last night.
- Hey, gimme a sec. - Sure.
Forgive me.
I saw the wave, got excited, and threw one of my famous tantrums.
No worries.
I missed you.
- How was Chicama? - Amazing!
And I rented this beauty! What do you think, Santi?
Bad-ass!
Hey, what happened to you? You look like--
We went to some party in the town next over and...
...and this one started fooling around with some girl and almost got beat up.
She fooled around with me and there was no beating...
Well, did you fuck her?
No, he just got wasted and I found him passed out on the beach...
...and waited for him to wake up, and ended up sleeping there...
So you two slept, together?
Yeah, I just couldn't move him.
Is this sand?
Yeah, I just drank too much and got sick.
I'm gonna go ahead to the bathroom. See you in a bit.
I missed you. Forgive me, I'm an ass.
It's a cool car.
Yeah, right. Hey and Batoe? I've got his board.
These beers are hot as shit! Hey!
Professor! Commander! Boss!
Hey, what's wrong with this asshole? He missing a nut?
He's concentrated on the game.
That tattoo?
Her idea, you know. "Get a tattoo for me."
Stupid move.
I love kids.
Do you guys plan on having one?
At the moment, Ximena prefers not to, but...
...it's best, I guess. There's enough people that hate me already.
Ximena always says, "It isn't hate, it's jealousy."
But it's hatred all right. It's different, you know?
- And you? - Me what?
You got a girl, or are you a fag?
I had one, but she turned out to be a whore.
They're all whores! My grandmother was a whore...
...my mother was a whore, me, I'm a son of a whore!
One whore more, one whore less...
...doesn't matter.
Hey, pay attention.
What matters is what's fucked,
because no one can take that away from you.
What's with you? You look really pensive.
These beers are really warm. Sir, these beers are too hot!
That's all that's left. You two drank 'em all!
Suck on this.
Let's go.
May I?
- Where are you from? - Cabo Blanco.
- What are your names? - Vicente Gacindo.
Thanks, Vicente.
Thanks, Carmen.
You don't look too good, bro.
What's wrong?
Wow, wow, stop, stop now. This guy's gonna puke! Go get out!
Don't trip!
Faggot!
Hey, that fish is a real beauty.
Yes, thanks. That's my cousin.
- Fisherman? - Yeah.
And him?
- That's my dad. - Yeah, you look alike.
Right.
And this is my uncle, the Shaman.
A real one? Because I want to visit one, but...
...I don't want to wake up and realize I'm missing a kidney, you know?
- No. No, sir, he's a real one. - Real one, huh?
- You're not Peruvian, are you? - Gringo.
- Nice to meet you, sir. - Likewise.
Hey, Santi, this guy speaks English!
Let me see. You look horrible. Let's go!
So, partner, the Shamans, where do they live?
Well, they live in the desert. Many tourists see them for San Pedro.
No, no. I'm not interested in San Pedro or Peyote.
I'm looking for ayahuasca.
That's hard to find around here, sir.
- You can't hook me up? - No, sir, not me.
You should travel to the bush. There's many there.
What's that you get there? Braces?
One's gotta better their smile, right?
Hey, baby!
Okay, Sonia, sounds great! Big hug and thanks!
- Who was that? - You're jealous, huh?
- Me? - It's a surprise.
A surprise, huh?
We have everything?
Now this is a house! What do you think?
Looks cool.
It's more than cool, it's out of control!
- How did you get it? - Little secret. Like it?
Santi, that's you down there, and this room is ours.
You're gonna love this.
A little basket for your apples.
How cool.
It's great, babe.
Hey, city boy, why the long face?
What, did the "Indian" frighten you?
A bit, I guess.
What you got there?
This?
What? You smoke?
Once in a blue moon, I guess.
Well, this one's pretty much dead...
...but if you want...
...we can go over to a friend's, where we'll surely find more.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Let's do it.
They call me "La Chachi."
You only have the look of a burnout, huh?
Yeah, I really don't smoke much.
It's good shit, right?
So where's the fam? You look pretty chill smoking around the crib.
My dad's in Punta Sal and my sister is with Chicho.
They get back tomorrow.
You can tell they don't know your snobby ass.
What's so funny?
Funny, that's all.
I forgot your name.
My name? Santiago.
And what the hell are you doing here?
Looking for something.
- I guess escaping from life. - Shut up! You're boring me.
Let's do something fun tonight, perhaps party at my house.
- Cool. - Obviously, it's my idea, idiot.
So, party tonight?
- Hello. - Hello.
- You open yet? - Yeah, what do you want?
- A beer. - Sure, come in.
Thanks. So where are you from?
Where do you think? Mexico!
Good deal.
What's up, man?
- Good night. - Hey!
I want a Mexican michelada.
Michelada coming right up!
And that?
- What? This? - Yes, that.
It's a secret.
Sounds interesting. What is it?
Didn't your mommy teach you that curiosity killed the cat?
- Hey there! - Hello to the two of you.
- And you are? - I'm Inigo.
I'm Ana Maria, and this is "La Chachi."
Hello.
And you? Left your tongue at my place?
- We already met. - You're a quick one, huh?
Anyway, there's a party at my house tonight and...
...you're all super invited.
You're coming with us.
Look who's here! My little grasshopper!
Okay, just a little drag.
What, you don't say hi to me or what?
Sorry.
Puff, puff, pass, homey.
- Thanks, Mono, such a gent. - As always. You wound me, Xime.
Where's Inigo?
No clue. He left to the kitchen awhile ago and never came back.
- How's it going, cheater? - Cheater?
Wanna do a little cheating with me?
I'm saying it because you never mentioned you had a girlfriend.
And I don't.
Why, you want to be my girlfriend?
Yeah?
Okay, but we better run it by my wife first.
- You're an asshole. - Yup.
So how was hanging with Inigo?
Fine.
- Yeah? He wasn't a pest? - No not at all. All good.
What's wrong?
- Xime, what happened... - Don't worry, it's okay.
It happened.
On the contrary...
...I don't regret it.
Nor do I.
- What? - Nothing.
What's with you?
Me? I'm fine. You?
- I'm fine. - And you, Santi, everything okay?
Hey, quick question.
Your dad, was he really famous or not?
- C'mon, drop it. - I wanna know.
- No worries. - It's unnecessary.
Why keep mourning, right?
So was he famous or what?
Inigo, drop it!
Yeah, you can say that.
So what was his biggest hit from the top Peruvian top 20?
Sing it for me. Sing it.
Sing!
Tonight it rains like never, and I don't have a desire to live
Heart of mine
Yeah, great song. C'mon, I wanna dance!
That's the most popular.
You were looking for something, weren't you?
So look.
I think I need another one.
- Another whiskey! - No more whiskey!
Water, water.
Water doesn't exist.
Water with whiskey!
And you? What's on your mind?
That you fucked Ximena.
Who?
My wife. Your sister.
- You're crazy, man. - Crazy am I?
What are you talking about?
You, you're a gullible fucker!
Look at that little scared look.
- You look suspicious as shit! - You're crazy.
Now I'm fucking worried. Your brother is an idiot.
- Why? - Trust me, he is one.
Gimme a little drag.
- Enough with the cigarettes. - Drop it, it's a party.
She's got a French complex.
Go ahead take it from her.
- Relax. - Hey, kid, you relax.
Stay out of it. It's between us two.
Later.
Why are you always bitching about the cigarettes?
Because I don't like you smoking so much.
So drop it, then.
Drop it.
Drop it!
I have a little proposition for you.
What?
Remember what we did in Mallorca?
Who is she?
Look.
That's her.
It's all ready.
- When were you planning on telling me? - I'm telling you now.
I told you I would never do that again.
And with her?
You're a pig!
I was looking for you. Come, we have a surprise for you.
Look who I found.
Hey there.
- What's the plan? - We're playing squash. Wanna join us?
Too bad your wife couldn't join us.
I really liked her.
Forget my wife.
Hey there!
What are you doing here?
Couldn't sleep.
No clue.
He hasn't come home yet.
- Xime, what's wrong? - I'm fine.
In the end, you're like all the rest.
Hey, if you've had a fight with Inigo, leave me out of it.
And you're a saint?
No, I never said I was a saint, but...
...at least I don't go around using people.
What?
C'mon, stop pretending. You know exactly why you're here.
You're using me.
You're using me...
...to get away from your shitty life.
And you're not?
- That's life, right? - That's life?!
What the hell do you know about life?
You're nothing more than a little snot who can't wipe his own ass.
Well, maybe you're right...
...but at least it's not me who takes it in the ass and has to say, "How nice! "
Fuck off!
Hey, Santi, welcome man.
Where have you been?
I thought we didn't ask each other those questions.
Until when are you staying in Mancora?
Not sure.
How's your search coming along?
One cannot run away from his problems.
One thinks that the problem is those around him...
...and doesn't realize that the problem is in fact oneself.
Just like I told you...
...the world is however you want it to be, my little grasshopper.
And it's not the weed talking!
- What's wrong? - I need you to come with me.
Can you please tell me where the hell we're going.
- You want some? - No, thanks.
- What's wrong? You scared of me? - Yeah, I'm shitting my pants.
Yeah, you're scared.
Aya means "ancestors" in Quechua...
...and huasca means "plant."
The plant of the dead.
The ayahuasca is beautiful.
You must not fear it.
Take it.
Without fear.
Here it's prepared all natural, without alterations.
It consists of two plants, the ayahuasca and the chagropanga.
The ayahuasca tells one the truth.
It cleanses oneself.
It brings out all the beautiful and all the ugly.
Help me!
What are you looking at?
What the fuck are you looking at?!
I know what happened.
I know because I saw it.
I saw it!
You disgust me!
Disgusting!
Are you all right?
Is this normal?
Your friend is full of demons.
He took some coke earlier.
We must take him to my home in town.
Okay.
I don't have anything here, but we must hurry!
Let's take him.
Are you feeling better?
Hello?
Finally! I've been calling all night!
Why didn't you answer my calls?
Thing is, we were outside of Mancora.
Inigo is fine, we both are. Where are you calling from?
I'm in town. I just bought a ticket and I'm off to Lima.
Wait, don't go. What time do you leave?
This afternoon.
Xime wait, there's something I need to tell you. I screwed up.
All right. Let's meet at the dock?
Perfect. Dock it is.
Well, aren't you a fucking idiot!
What the fuck are you doing here?
- No, nothing. - You looking for something, huh?
Take it easy, man.
- You've been having fun, huh? - Chill, dude.
Grab him!
Look at me, punk!
- Hold him tight. - Fuck him up!
Shit, my hand. Fucking pussy!
Make sure no one's looking!
Lesson learned.
If before each action...
...we could foresee all of its reactions...
I'm sure we would think it over.
I believed that because of my parents, the world was indebted to me.
Perhaps others weren't necessarily the problem.
On the contrary , perhaps the problem has always been me.
What has been of my dreams?
I've had to reach rock bottom
to realize the one indebted is in fact me.
I now realize I have my entire life ahead of me,
and I cannot lose it or abandon it like my father did...
Not me!
There are blows in life so hard...
I don't know.
Madrid, one month later
Perfect.
Thanks so much.
The expo is gonna be great. They're gonna love it!
- As long as someone actually comes. - It's gonna be great!
Hey, Diego, can you take that downstairs.
Hey, Xime, from these stills, which one's your favorite?
All of 'em.
I like them all the same.
Xime.
Santi.