Lots of queers in this bar.
Do they bother you?
Just an observation.
It's not the first time I see you here.
Just an observation.
You are not from here.
You're from Argentina. It's obvious.
Your accent with words like: want, can, kiss...
- What brings you here? - I'm passing through with fabrics.
Cashmere.
What are you doing here?
I live here. This is my home,
my bed,
my pillow...
Let's sleep together.
You're handsome, porteno.
If I like a man I think what our children would be like.
Pale. Clear eyes,
like the sun.
What's your name?
Giselle, around here.
But not for you. You can make up a name.
I've got two kids.
They don't look like me. They look like her.
My wife.
I like the way you lie to me.
Most men
say they're single
as if I were stupid,
and didn't know they were escaping.
You like men, don't you?
Sometimes. So what?
Are you alone?
With my twin brother.
Angel. My only family.
He's always after me.
He says I look after him. Funny.
He knows me, the bastard, as if he'd given birth to me.
He knows what I want before I do. He knows what I'm going to do...
Now...
It's hard for me.
He's not an easy guy.
Suddenly...
Now he's not well.
If you talk to him he won't answer.
He hears voices,
but he's not crazy.
The voices talk normally.
They guide him.
Sometimes I think
I'm one of the voices
inside him.
I'm the asshole, I don't get him.
What more could I want?
I'd do anything for him.
Anything.
I'd get myself killed.
You're in love, then.
Open them.
That's it, that's it...
That's it.
I'm here, I'm here.
Yes, I'm here.
I'm here with you.
At 21, he set up a kiosk. At 22, he got married.
At 23, came the baby. Disgusting, that kid.
You know those garden sprinklers?
He was like that but with vomit.
Then the kiosk burned and he came begging with his baby.
Disgusting. Give me a drink.
I said:
I have no cash, but I can give you work.
No, he had his morals and principles...
Fuck principles!
You must feed the kid, I said, so he can vomit.
Easy on the speed, there must be cops.
Don't listen to him.
- Step on it. - You crazy?
Step on it and let's get out of here.
No stopping until New York.
How far is it? 1 2,000 km?
1 2,000! Let's do it!
Wooh! Listen to it. It's like the one in Sorpasso!
I always wanted one like this.
Ah, Nene! Gassman! Nene,
Vittorio!
What are you doing?
I love you but not enough to let you kill me.
You speak Spanish?
Next time you fuck up, I'll drop you in a ditch.
Where's Cuervo?
We have to follow him around like...
And you're winding him up. Are you going out tonight?
What do you do at night, when you go out?
I went to the cinema the other night.
Did you meet people?
Do you want mine?
Here.
I think that...
What?
Nothing.
Last night...
- Was it tough? - No.
The usual.
Your voices.
My voices?
Am I the only one who hears them?
What about you?
Don't you hear voices making fun of you?
Voices that criticize you? That confuse you? "That's wrong."
"If you carry on like this you'll lose him."
"He'll find someone better, you'll see."
Go and get him. I'll get the car.
...Get out, kid!
It looks different from here.
It's like a Martini ad on TV.
I once got drunk on Martini.
I thought I'd have blondes in bikinis
coming at me, and I ended up in a hospital.
Oh! I fucked the nurse,
she was gorgeous and had a huge ass.
Shall we make a move, guys?
Want me to choke?
I don't see the old man. And I'm sick of everyone giving me orders.
We're going.
Fuck me, right?
Am I just the driver?
I may be untimely, brother, but I feel it all in here.
Do you think it doesn't hurt?
That I don't miss Vivi? Seeing you on a honeymoon.
I'm not blind.
I have to take you for a drive... to the beach...
Look, that love bite...
You don't get those marks carrying heavy bags.
I really screwed up.
I can only guarantee, Angel, that I didn't do it.
I may be a lot of things but I don't fuck asses that belong to my friends.
Or is it his?
Who fucks who, here?
Look at me.
Why don't you look at me?
Shit!
Put that away. You'll fuck everything up.
Talk about me but you two are worse than me.
Come on, don't be an asshole. Please.
Let go. Let go.
Good.
Everyone to the floor! Everyone!
To the floor! Nobody move!
May I help you, Sir?
Excuse me, Sir!
So much history in your skin.
like a book I can read.
An open book.
With no end.
- You think so? - I don't know yet, it's still blank.
- It's uncomfortable to write on. - I can help you.
How?
I write on you. You write on me.
Is that an offer?
I have nothing to give you.
How do you know?
I better go.
- This isn't good for you. - Scared? So?
You're not the only one. Fear has us all like this.
And you love someone on top.
Hit me. You won't be the first or the last...
Hit me. Think I care?
Pain wears off. It vanishes!
Now it's my turn. Let's play your game. Hit me.
Leave me alone.
- Come on. - Leave me alone!
I wasn't going to hit you, I swear.
You don't get it, go away.
I don't know what happened to me.
It's not about you, leave me alone.
I want to die.
- Nobody dies here. - Shut up, stop lying!
Nobody's going to die.
What do you care if I die? Leave me alone.
Stop it!
Don't you get it, asshole! I want to die,
go away!
Don't lie to me, please. I'll be left alone and it's worse.
I have a lot of money.
I have to get out of here.
I don't have much time.
My brother's gone.
Come with me.
I want you to come.
What do we have to lose?
Is it very early, or very late?
I was waiting for you.
Me?
I'm leaving,
they've got Nando.
This place has had it.
It's just my share.
The guys?
Sleeping. I was waiting for you.
Why me?
I can't talk to the others.
They're grown ups.
- They'll manage. - They don't know a soul here.
They know Tabare,
he'll be more help than me. The old man,
Losardo, the Uruguayan,
says if we hand the money over we can negotiate.
I don't know, and between the doubt and the money...
You surprise me.
Honestly.
- I expected more from you. - What else can I do?
To stay is suicide for me and for you, you know it.
Each one must mind his own ass.
It's for the best.
Are we going to kill each other?
Don't get yourself killed, it's not worth it.
BURNT MONEY
Good morning, gentlemen, Your I.Ds, please?
What are you doing? Tell me, what are you doing?
Stop! Police!
Step on it!
Hang on or I'll kill you!
What are you doing? Are you crazy? Goddamn you to hell!
Fuck! Oh, fuck!
I'm the asshole for trusting you!
Fucking retard! You motherfucker!
Coming.
Coming!
I thought you weren't coming.
Relax. Everything's fine.
Nothing's changed. It's just a last favour.
I wouldn't do it if I had a choice.
It's alright.
She'll go out to buy some things.
You're going soft,
you let Tabare go, he must be talking now.
You shoot an LP,
now, you let her go!
As soon as she sees a cop...
Is it you, Nene?
It's me.
Angel.
I'll go psychotic,
I'll lose my mind.
Are you listening?
ARGENTINE GANG STRIKES AT THE BEACH
I was going to tell you.
You'd better stay elsewhere a few days.
- Got somewhere to go? - Who cares?
You got me in this, now.
- It's only for two days. - The police won't care.
Then we'll go as planned.
- I'll give you money for a hotel. - Just what I expected.
It's all the whore needs. As long as there's money...
Why did you lie to me? All you wanted was a house.
O.K. I'll go.
Where? Where will you go?
You don't get it. With those two, you wouldn't get past the corner.
My cousin has a house in Rio Branco
close to the Brazilian border, it's safe.
I know how to cross avoiding any controls.
We could go... but not all of us.
The cops are looking for 4 men, a couple has a chance.
Man, woman, you and I...
- Would you do that for me? - Yes.
- You could get killed. - Yes.
What's up, Angel?
Is that Angel? Your twin brother?
I'm Giselle. Did he tell you about me?
No, I see he hasn't. Giselle is a secret,
but he told me about you.
Is it true you hear voices?
What do they say? I'm curious.
Shut up.
He suffers for you. Did you know?
He says he can't understand you,
that's why he wanted to leave with me.
He'd had enough. We were...
Shut up!
Let her talk...
Angel!
Wait for me.
You have to choose.
Fag!
Fucking fag!
Go, it's better for you.
Fag!
Be careful who you talk to.
If you talk, I'll find you wherever you go.
Fag!
If you talk, I'll find you.
It's me.
Forgive me.
Forgive me, please.
Has she gone?
Yes.
- Is she coming back? - No.
- Did you care for her? - No.
She was just a place to hide, that's all.
Truco, goddamn it!
Candy from a baby... We've got to teach the kid.
Hey, can you play Truco,
it's our national card game.
You'll never understand Argentines if you don't learn.
First you must learn a few rules. The strong cards
are the ace of swords, the ace of clubs...
- The 7 of swords. - Aren't we going?
Wait up. It's still early!
This is how you count envido,
like this, you see,
this would be 27.
When you've learnt the rules, the different bets
and hands...
Then you shove all the rules
up your ass. You have to lie!
The one who lies best wins.
That is the question.
Nobody there.
Don't answer it.
It may be a client of your friend's.
We can rob him.
Who is it?
- They say it's the police. - Are they selling raffles?
The lights! Turn off the lights!
Fontana, Salvo, Di Pasquo, Brizuela.
I repeat: we know you're in apartment 9,
you're completely surrounded,
you've got no escape.
- The hall? - Full of cops.
- The roof too. - Thousands.
This is it.
A bullet for each cop.
World War III. About time.
Take it easy.
They can't touch us while we have the money.
They're like ants.
All Montevideo's police must be out there...
Go to work! You bullies!
Give me a drink.
Let's shoot!
Wait! I'll tell you when.
Chancho!
We've got your money!
I repeat, you can let us know your decision
by waving a handkerchief
or picking up the phone.
If we have no answer in five minutes...
Shut up! Christ!
Give me stuff to burn,
so the gases go upwards.
Bravo!
You're like the last of the Mohicans.
Police Station 22...
She's here. Perfectly...
You can go now.
I can't hear anything.
The voices, they've gone.
Perfect silence.
Why whisper?
So I don't wake them.
What is it?
You just lean on me and I get a hard one.
It's mathematical!
Me too.
It's not the best time.
We were close.
"Were"?
We're not through yet.
We still have the money.
Now, come on!
You first, I'll cover you.
Angel!
I'm fine!
Come back!
We're coming!
Are you crazy?
I'm fried, beat it.
Angel!
Chickens!
How much do you earn a month?
You'll get killed for...?
I'm rich,
I'll die a rich man!
Angel!
Are you deaf?
Finish me off and go.
I don't want to be patched up and end up in jail again.
Angel!
Give me the gun then. This one.
I'm rich!
The gang has displayed an uncommon degree of violence,
which our cameras now show you live
in our unique production.
The four Argentines are still
resisting the law. Many police have fallen
but there's no official report.
We can still hear shooting.
Police will enter the building any minute now.
Come on.
Burn!
You want the dough?
Is that what you want?
Come and get it, sons of a bitch!
Come and get it.
Chancho!
Come and get it!
Look at the money,
look how it flies!
Burn, you trash.
Burn, Chancho! Burn Chanchito, burn.
Look!
Come and get us, sons of a bitch!
Sons of a bitch!
You want the money? Is that what you wanted?
Careful!
Nene...
are you alright?
Yeah...
and you?
Yes.
Move away from there.
Nene, listen to me.
Can you hear me?
I'll get you out of here.
Do you think I'd leave without you?
Can you imagine Chancho's face when he sees just ashes?
Nene...
I hear...
voices...
Shut up!
There.
There are no voices, not any more.
You can't hear them anymore, can you?
Hail Mary, full of grace the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death...
Yes, of course.
Always, what did you expect?
We're nearly there,
we're almost there.
In a few minutes we'll be far away from here.
You'll see. You'll see
how far away we'll be.
You'll see.
You'll see how far we'll be.
This is a true story.
It took place in Buenos Aires and Montevideo,
between September 28th and November 4th, 1 965.
Only the names and few situations have changed.
Processed by C.M.C. - Paris. (Subtitle Revised by HchC)