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[fade in protest song]
[protest song continues]
[low bass note]
[propellers roaring overhead, [drowning out crowd voices]
[two low bass notes]
[crowd cheering and whistling]
[bus honks twice] Justice, justice, justice!
[two low bass notes]
[microphone turns on] Colleagues!
Our comrade Consuelo Hernandez Mendez will take the floor...
[crowd responds cheering]
[man continues speaking into the megaphone]
[propellers roaring overhead, drowning out the man's voice]
[gun shot, a woman’s scream]
[outburst, guns firing]
[outburst and shouting]
[screams and gunshots become muffled]
[distant muffled [propellers roaring]
[frantic knocking on the door] Socorro, open the door!
[dialogue muffled, tinnitus] Coque.
[heavy breathing]
[tinnitus continues]
[distant muffled propellers roaring]
[muffled woman’s voice]
[sound clears, in the distance] Neighbors, please!
Don’t you smell it?
[door squeak]
You're going to suffocate us with the smoke
[shouts angrily in the distance] Neighbors, please! [rustling of paper]
Don’t you smell it?!
Socorro, buy yourself a damn toaster!
[shuffling footsteps]
Every day I wake up with the smell of burnt toast!
Don’t you smell it?!
[cutting sounds] Do you know what day it is today?
[uh-uh]
[abrupt splash]
That's not what I meant.
Today is Coque's birthday.
[woman exhales sadly]
[distant woman's voice] Can't you hear me?! Turn it off!
[distant man’s voice] Ruth! There's a thing called a telephone!
[distant woman’s voice] Hey, Miguel, this doesn't concern you!
[distant man’s voice] For God's sake!
[distant woman’s voice] I am talking to Socorro!
[distant woman’s voice] My whole house is full of smoke!
Looks like there's some damn fog in here, goddammit!
[clatter, pigeon flapping]
Shut up, you fucking walrus!
Or I'll shut you up myself! How about that?
Huh! ... walrus...
[distant clatter, closing window]
[birds chirp softly]
[silence]
WE SHALL NOT BE MOVED
Son of a bitch [meow]
get the fuck out, fucking cat [sharp metallic clang]
fucking animal
let's see
[clatter]
[grumble]
Shit.
[clatter] - Gotcha! [frightened] - Sidarta! [loud bang]
Don't scare me like that!
[in a relaxed tone] Careful, you almost disfigured my face.
You're disfigured enough already with that faggy earring.
[urban intonation] What's wrong with it? It's fashionable.
Here are the ones you asked for.
How about that?
- I can't believe it. - What?
I told you that the testimonies must be signed in the margin...
[skeptical] - Marching? - MARGIN.
Here, next to the testimony.
- Just give me the cigarettes. - Guess what?
Mr. Goyo says he's closing your tab.
Why the fuck is that?
He says that you already owe him too much.
I've shopped there for 30 years.
Karma will get him.
Guess I'll just have to smoke one of your crappy ones.
It's the last one, the lucky one. What if something happens to me?
Don’t push your luck.
No, no, leave it.
[click] Don't say that I don't spoil you. There you go.
I'll do that, but first, I have to check a leaky water tank.
Oh! But before I forget...
Today at 5:00pm you have an appointment with my cousins...
[dragging words] please take her of Claudia...
she's ditzy but kind take care of her, please.
Don't worry, I'll take care of her.
Thank you so much.
- Be right back. - Where to?
Right, the water tank. I'm a little aloof today.
[footsteps receding]
[distant city noise]
[rustling of paper]
[exhales smoke]
Are you married by community property?
- Yes. - Okay.
So, what we have to do...
I mean, what you have to do,
is to go to the public records office
and bring a copy of the deed of the house.
Since the copy has both of your names,
we'll endorse it under Claudia's mom's name.
So then you tell that piece of shit who conned you
that it no longer belongs to you, and you can't pay him
and let's see what he has to say.
And if he refuses,
we just don't pay him.
What if he gets angry and holds on to our deed?
For fuck’s sake...
he will return them to you...
and if he doesn't,
I’ll send some “friends” to knock some sense into him.
[snaps fingers] And he'll return the deed just like that.
If that's the case,
we wouldn't have to pay him anymore, right?
I mean, if we send your "friends" over as you said.
Don't be a smart-ass
or I'll knock some sense into you myself.
[laughing]
I'm not kidding! [fumbles]
You took the money and now you have to pay it back.
You spent it, didn't you?
That's what the retaliation law says.
The law of what?
How much is all of this going to cost? Because we don't have...
Claudia listen, did I say I was going to charge you?
- Well, no. - And you neither, right?
So? Jeez!
Why do you keep insisting?
[sighs in relief] Thank you so much.
We really appreciate it.
We couldn't even sleep.
No, kids, no one has the right
to take away what's rightfully yours.
[whispering] The cake...
[crinkling of plastic bag] We anticipated your good news
and we took the liberty to get you this little present.
[crunch]
It's a little smudged but...
“Thank you, counsilor”
Are you okay, ma'am?
You don't like cake?
Try it, it's really good it's French vanilla.
[nervous laugh]
It's my brother's birthday.
Seriously? Well, take it to him.
[giggling]
My brother is dead.
[silence]
We're really sorry, we didn't mean to upset you.
[whispering] Let's go.
Don't worry, we'll let ourselves out.
We'll call you when we have the documents
[man whispering] - Should we take the cake? - Let's go now.
[distant honking]
[door slam]
[stifled sobs] [distant honking]
[metallic creaking]
[woman straining]
[moans]
MY MOM RULES
[sips]
[knocks]
Who is it?
[man’s voice from the outside] Attorney Socorro Castellanos?
Who's asking?
My name is Fernando Benitez I have a package for you.
[squeak]
- Socorro Castellanos? - Yes, I already told you.
Right. Sorry.
My dad had this package,
which had been returned before.
Who's your father? I can't receive stuff from someone I don't know.
My father is Mr. Benitez.
- Benitez who? - Giovanni Benitez.
Giovanni.
What happened to him?
He passed away.
[broken voice] Please. Take it.
Sorry. [sobs]
[footsteps receding]
[rustling of paper]
[squeak]
1969
[sighs]
[distant aircraft engine sounds flying overhead]
[Socorro whispers]
Juan Agundez.
SOLDIER
[distant aircraft engine sounds flying overhead continue]
[rustling of paper]
[slamming of a drawer]
[murmurs mingle [with suspenseful music]
[old paper crumpling]
[heavy breathing]
[Socorro moans]
[lock clicking] [man's voice]
Hello, already home?
- Yes. - Hi, yes, we're exhausted.
Those awful stairs...
They're more tiring than other stairs.
[man speaking from the other room] I'm carrying the heavy stuff.
Also, it's not my fault that the elevator is not working.
If "someone" paid the maintenance...
[man from the other room] Mom, have you been smoking again?
- Help me unpack Jorge. - What's that?
you are in the way help me unpack
- She keeps smoking ‘cause you’re enabling her
Okay then, let her keep smoking and getting blackouts, perfect.
Doing yoga again?
Yes, doing yoga and looking through some files.
- Did you take your pills, mom? - Yes.
How many times I have to call the doctor this week... [sound becomes muffled]
[Inaudible]
[muffled voices]
What happened? Did you pass out again?
No.
I'm fine.
Jorge gets like that because
it's his way of showing you that he cares.
You know how he is.
[Jorge from the other room] - Lucía! Should I put the chicken in the pasta? [Lucía sighs]
Get some rest and let me know if you need anything, okay? [Jorge from the other room] Huh??
- I'll be over there, okay? [Jorge from the other room] - Should I put the chicken in the pasta??
Coming!
[Jorge from the other room] - I did it already...
[Lucía from the other room] Jorge don't. Come on...
- Ok I won't, why didn't you answer me?
[rustling paper] [barking]
[small door shuts]
[papers set down]
[rustling paper, heavy breathing]
[paper folding]
[rustling of papers]
[distant repetitive whoosh in a loop]
[distant propellers roaring overhead] increasing volume]
Bastard.
[propellers roaring overhead]
[propellers roar, blending with distortion, distant gunshots and high-pitched tinnitus]
[suspense music]
[knocks on the door]
[heavy breathing, high pitch tinnitus]
[suspense music with synth distortion]
[knocks on the door]
[silence]
[distant dog barks, faint bells ringing]
Soco?
Soco, are you okay?
[clinking of the garbage truck]
[snort]
Your hands are freezing.
Why don't I take you to your room?
First it was my dad
and then my mom.
What do you mean?
They died alone in a hospital.
It was after what happened to Coque.
That son of a bitch,
killed my brother first
and then my parents.
I don't understand...
Give me the phone and leave me alone.
[Sound of an old rotary phone ringing]
I need your help with something very important.
At 10:00 at our usual spot.
[phone slammed down]
[encapsulated propeller echoes]
[distant traffic sound]
My brother went out
and never returned.
[city noise in the background] The government assassinated many young people
down here in the square
including my brother Coque.
[distant sirens]
Ever since he was murdered I swore to bring him justice.
At that time it was very dangerous to look for information.
so I became friends with an employee in the government,
and he got me the picture you're looking at.
But we didn't know the soldier's name.
[distant city noises] The oppression continued
and Giovanni
stopped all communication
dead silence
I never heard from him again
but I never forgot him
[birds chirping]
I've been waiting for the name of that soldier
Juan Agundez
Are you going to prosecute him and put him in jail?
[soft ironic laugh] Justice in this country is for the rich or those with power.
The law states that reparations for taking a person's life
are equivalent to about 1,400 minimum wages
something around 200,000 pesos
[stifled sob]
[birds chirping]
Do you think that will take away the pain?
[sniffs, birds chirping]
What that crime caused...
No
[birds chirping]
For it to be the exact retribution of what was lost...
eye for an eye
that's what's fair
I need you to help me
find that soldier,
[broken voice] and avenge my brother.
I don't do those things anymore.
Remember that I have my little girls at home.
Sidarta, who made sure you didn't end up in jail?
You did.
I just want to know if this soldier,
Juan Agundez,
is still alive
find out what his address is and then we make our move.
[sniffs]
But it's just getting the address, right?
[telephone ringing]
Hello?
[man on the phone] How are you, kiddo?
Hello, what an honor.
[man on the phone] Listen...
I have a question
about an article of the protection law.
I think is the sect...
[sick cough]
- The six... [coughs] - Easy there
Are you trying to say "sex"?
- Just because you don't want to. - Dr. Candiani Celis, please.
After 40 years, are you coming on to me?
[Socorro on the phone] Well, better late than never.
Don't distract me, because I lose my train of thought.
It was about the book on compensatory...
Compensatory damages.
Right...
Well, now I just have
to look through my books.
Should be next to your 1917 Constitution signed copy
[mocking laughter]
[sick coughs]
That's one nasty cough you have.
[man on the phone] My son came...
and he opened all the windows because of the smoke
and threw all my cigarettes away.
And he's going on and on about taking me to a hospital.
No, Candiani, tell your son to respect you.
[Socorro on the phone] Stand up for yourself, Candiani.
No, I'd rather die,
and you and I know that if you set one foot inside a hospital...
You leave in a box.
[man on the phone] Exactly... [Socorro soft laughs]
I need a favor.
You don't happen to have a friend, a doctor...
that could soften up my son a little bit?
I’m so fed up with him...
[Socorro on the phone] Let me think.
Yes, I think I do have... [knock on the door]
[man’s voice calling, knock on the door]
I'll look him up and call you back.
Okay.
[sighs sadly]
[Sidarta from the outside] They said that if they see me they will send the police
[Socorro from the outside] All right...
[Sidarta from the outside] I mean, we have an agreement but...
[thud on head] Didn't you tell them you were looking for Teresa Molina Paz?
I got there, and they were giving me the stink eye and stuff...
[whispering] She no longer works there some guy named Huerta is in charge now.
That damn dimwit is responsible for the copies?
There's no decency anymore.
[tongue click] I think a little more dough will do the trick.
Hmm...
That pig needs money and something else...
[Sidarta snickers]
[snickers again, door slams]
[Socorro shushes him] You don't want me to put on a dress, do you?
My cousin Viviana has some really sexy ones.
[footsteps]
- Hello - Hello
Sorry, I just came to...
[door opens]
- Hi honey, how did it go? - Great, beautiful, the usual...
another chapter of the wonderful world of stairs in heels
with a broken elevator, that no one cares to fix.
- Who needs an elevator? - I know, right?
Listen.
Do you have a flashier dress?
Flashy how?
It’s just that... my clients need some urgent copies
for a pardoned bail.
Hmm...
Why do I explain to you if you don't understand me?
I need you to go to the public records office for some copies tomorrow.
Tomorrow? I can’t. I have to work.
It will take you an hour tops.
If not, these people will lose their home.
What do you mean?
- That's just awful. - Yeah... it’s...
a very serious matter...
I can try but... I don’t know I could maybe...
- Great! Thank you so much, darling.
- I’ll explain it to you tomorrow. - But hold on, let me see...
maybe I can...
[mumbles]
[soccer commentary from the TV]
[Lucía sighs]
[slow typing]
[exhales heavily]
Hi, honey.
Hi.
[pulls chair, TV noise continues]
[snort]
Tough day at the office?
It’s just that they asked me to make some changes to my resume,
so it’s taken me all day.
So yeah...
[groans in pain] My feet are killing me.
[groans in pain] Same here with my neck and shoulders.
[narrator continues on TV]
I forgot to ask, how was the interview?
Which one?
What do you mean? The one I got you.
[narrator continues on TV]
[mocking laugh]
You were serious about that?
[narrator gets excited]
Lu ...
[narrator and futbol match sounds]
Lu!
[Lucía speaking] I'm sick of living here.
[Jorge speaking] What do you want me to do? I don't I have a job right now.
[Lucía speaking] You didn't even go to the Uber interview.
- Because I’m a journalist, not an Uber driver!
[inhales deeply]
Go away
[frustrated sigh]
[sniffs]
Come on Lu.
I love you, I'm so sorry.
Listen
I have a hunch about this job. It's a matter of weeks.
I have a good feeling and...
as soon as I get it we'll be back on our feet, save some money
and in a few months we’ll be out of here... - A few months?
Do you know how long it's been?
It's been a year and a half...
A YEAR AND A HALF, JORGE.
I know...
I know.
I promise you that...
We'll leave this place, but I need something
I need you to trust me.
You really are... [creaking mattress]
you are my rock...
we moved here to create something
and I can't do it alone, because I want to do it with you
you are everything to me, you know? my sea, my sun
my land, my ... [snort]
You are so cheesy, you are the worst.
- My love. - You are the worst...
everything is a Mexican soap opera speech
[Jorge sings ironically] [Theresa...]
[laughs]
- Don't sing please. - I'm serious, I'm serious
[laughs, squeaky mattress]
I'm serious. [both laughing]
[indistinct daytime sounds]
[Lucía speaking] That's enough, Soco. That's too much.
[Socorro speaking] We have to make sure the trick works...
First,
we attract the attention where we want it.
[unconvinced hum from Lucía] - Then we take out the hat...
The trick goes like this.
You cover the photo and then you are me,
and before they figure it out,
you ask for the copies and...
Ta-da! You take out the rabbit.
This is for the copies? How much is in here?
It's 23,000 pesos.
I thought your clients didn't have any money.
They don't but we got some help.
But remember... [mimes zip mouth]
Not a word to Jorge, and much less to his ghostly aunt.
[stifled laugh]
Your rivalry is real, isn't it?
[unenthusiastic hum] It started when we were little.
She's always been a psycho.
She may seem all sweet like she couldn't kill a fly [sarcastic hum]
She’s always been a bitch.
She used to hit my brother and me with a belt.
- Really? - And how the tables have turned.
Since her blessed husband died I took her in,
and she repays me by not talking to me,
like a little girl.
[grumbling]
And for a long time, even before you arrived.
[soft giggle, light wooden slam]
[Socorro swallows in excitement]
- Now you look more like... - Like a whore?
More magical.
The things we must do to get a little justice, right?
But we always get it, sweetie.
[gun cocks]
[Socorro speaking] -Careful. [Sidarta speaking] - It's coming back to me.
[Sidarta speaking] We remove this. [metallic clicking sounds]
[Socorro speaking] Wh a t are you doing, dumbass?
[Sidarta speaking] It's to see if the chamber is rusty
and if the hammer still works.
[metallic clicking sounds]
[Sidarta speaking] Hmm... [metallic clicking sounds]
[Sidarta speaking] Look...
[Sidarta speaking] Always check for bullets in the chamber or it won’t work
[Socorro hums] [Sidarta speaking] This one is ruined.
[Sidarta speaking] These no longer work.
- Let me see the other ones - Which ones?
- You don't have more bullets? - No.
Come on, you're going to war without a rifle.
[smack]
- Well, get some more. - Damn.
You better handle it carefully, it was my dad’s gun.
Take it easy.
[door opens, Lucía speaking from outside] - Soco... - Hello, how are you?
- Sorry, should I leave this on the desk? [Socorro smacks Sidarta]
- Yes. - Okay. [chirping, door shuts]
[smack] -Why are you hugging me? - To hide the stuff.
- Are we done? - We’re done.
Then get the hell out!
[door squeaking] You won't believe what I just saw.
I went to your mom's room and she was with this guy...
the maintenance guy who is always with her.
They were on her bed. Do you understand?
Both of them really close.
So weird, do you think that...
There can't be anything going on there, right?
I mean, it would be good for your mom, but...
I don't think there's anything between them, right?
They're being really sneaky. Are you hearing this?
[laughs] It's funny.
[bustle of soccer commentator]
Is it the quarterfinals already?
Why aren't you watching the game?
[squeak]
Give me a break, I don't want to talk.
What happened?
[Jorge sighs]
These assholes, I mean Who do they think they are?
Making me going through hoops,
If they think I'm going to beg,
fuck them and fuck their job [slam]
That's what happened.
- I'm so sorry, hon.
There are a lot of job opportunities.
- We still have our savings. - No, we don't. I lent them to my mom.
[shouts of “goal” in unison]
What?
She needed the money for some blood pressure tests.
[euphoric TV narrator]
Did you lend her about 20,000 pesos?
[stadium cheering on TV]
[frustrated gasp]
[TV horn honks]
[Lucía groans]
[neighbors indistinct noise]
[horn honks on TV]
[squeaky bed]
[loud truck honks, rustling paper]
[Socorro mumbling] Agundez
Agundez. Agundez.
Agundez
[heavy breathing]
[encapsulated low vibrations]
[pencil scratch on paper]
[cigarette paper burning, deep exhales]
[picks up phone]
[old telephone dial]
[ringing tone]
[Sidarta on the phone] -Hello? [Socorro speaking] - Do you have pen and paper?
[Sidarta confirms]
- State of Mexico, Naucalpan... [Sidarta on the phone] -Naucalpan, scary place!
[woman sings “Habanera” from the opera] [Carmen by Georges Bizet]
[Sidarta speaking] - With the info you gave me, I arrived at a building.
[chirps]
- and nobody knew him. - What do you mean?
I mean not by that name, but there was an electricity bill
with the same address under this name,
José Juan Antonio Agundez,
and I started thinking real hard.
I had a hunch, but I wanted to be sure, so you wouldn't get angry.
- You can be very intense. - And then?
So, I stayed there for a long while.
I'll tell you later about how I managed to sneak into the building.
I had to do a couple of things, but once I got inside,
I started going through the trash, pure filth.
There was food and dirty diapers. Those diapers... that kid isn't normal.
But then I found an envelope from the army.
It's from three months ago.
It was even issued recently and everything.
[woman continues singing opera]
We got him.
What now, ma'am?
Ma'am?
We have to snatch that son of a bitch. [opera music continues]
Do you really want me to do it?
I do want to help you and everything,
[Socorro speaking] All I ask is that you go back to that building [opera music turns up]
The cat!
[meow]
[opera increases in volume]
[opera music takes over]
[meow]
[opera ends]
[typing] I, Socorro
[chirps, typing]
[carriage return]
[typing, chirping]
[distant dog barking]
[distant indistinct voices and noises] [chirp]
[chair squeak]
[distant indistinct voices and noises]
[chirps]
[distant indistinct voices and noises]
Is it you?
Coque?
[distant birds chirping]
Did he send you?
[fade in cha-cha-cha music]
[cha-cha-cha music] [pouring drink, chirping]
Good news must be celebrated.
And for your return, Coque,
for your strange return. [music and chirping continues]
But I can't call you that. People will say I'm crazy.
What should I call you?
Coquita.
Do you like it? [chirp]
[singing to the rhythm of cha-cha-cha] My Coquita is so lovely
and she brings me happiness.
My Coquita is so lovely,
the prettiest one in the place.
[gulping and humming]
[music, chirping, and humming continue]
Cheers! Dance with me.
[Socorro sings] and she brings me happiness.
My Coquita is so lovely [chirp continues]
[Socorro continues singing] she’s the prettiest of them all...
[music continues in the background]
[paper rustling]
[phone ringing]
[gasp]
[footsteps and humming]
[phone ringing]
[soft crackling] [phone continues to ring]
[picks up phone]
- Hello? - Hello kiddo.
Excuse my voice but
I can hardly even speak anymore.
Keep it easy with the ice in your drinks.
[Candiani laughs]
My son took the test results.
I don't think he even read them, but he calmed down.
And the other gift is here safe and sound with me.
[Candiani laughs]
It's a gift for misbehaving.
[Candiani coughs]
Your assistant told me that you located the soldier.
How did you find him?
[Socorro on the phone] I'll tell you later.
We are close, Candiani,
[Socorro sighs]
but we're going to need some heavy artillery.
Sidarta, whom you've already met, is too chickenshit to go forward
but I can't think who else can help us
Why don't you look through your contacts from the Molinito?
[Candiani on the phone] You used to work for a judge, didn't you?
Pepe.
Pepe Cortés.
You're good friends with the accountant at his firm, right?
Help me get his contact information.
Okay, kiddo, but be very careful.
That judge is not on the side of the law.
And who is, Candiani?
[exhales ironically]
[hangs up softly]
[Sidarta speaking] He is very mysterious.
He hardly ever leaves his house except to go to the store.
Here's the itinerary you asked for.
Don't pay attention to this part.
And I put a skull here so we'd know where it's going down.
[city noise]
Where's yesterday information?
[Sidarta groans]
Yesterday was my niece's quinceañera party.
She looked like a piñata. I had to go, otherwise...
[slam on table] This isn't a game, Sidarta.
We have to be very careful at this stage.
Also, stop dressing like a thief,
you look more suspicious than a politician and
the police are going to get you. Do you want to go back to jail?
- No, ma'am. [mocking imitation] - “No, ma’am” Well, then take this seriously.
I'll get someone
to help you with the next stage...
The adventure.
[lip smacking]
What adventure? Do you mean the kidnapping?
[muffled sound] Don't say kidnapping.
[muffled sound] The keyword is adventure.
[muffled sound] The adventure
The adventure, right.
As soon as I have the contact, I'll send it to you.
In the meantime,
figure out what's the best time to capture the soldier.
[distant sirens]
I think that 9:00 p.m. He goes out to buy cigarettes.
- Does the bastard smoke? - Yes, the same brand as you.
[whispered muffled sound] Let's go.
[door creak] Help me.
[heavy sliding, Socorro sighs]
Hi, sweetie.
Go away.
[footsteps recede]
[door creaks, then shuts]
You're smoking.
- Jorge is going to be mad - Jorge is not here.
[exhale]
What's the matter?
I don't want to talk about it.
[shiver, small moan]
[inhales cigarette]
[distant night sounds]
Hey... can I have one?
- They're menthol, right? - Yes.
[“Media novia” by] [Palito Ortega fades in quickly]
[Socorro and Lucía laughing] [drunken Socorro] - Another bottle
[bottle opens] [drunken Socorro] - Here it is.
Here it goes.
[Lucía speaking] Oh look at this party pigeon [chirp]
Of course
Coquita is like me. Cheers!
[“Media novia”] [with Palito Ortega continues] [Lucía laughs]
[sighs “ahhh” after drink, laughs]
[This song, I know it.]
My mom used to love it.
[Socorro laughs]
Listen.
The chorus is total nonsense.
I imagine your mom taught you, right?
- Yes, I remember - Well then.
[Lucía laughs]
[Socorro hums]
It's very good exercise.
[laughs]
It's the only one I like.
- Come on, join me. - No.
- Come exercise. - No.
[“Media novia”] [with Palito Ortega continues] [Socorro humming]
Alright! You do know how to dance. [Lucía laughs]
Like that, look
[music drops abruptly] [high-pitched sound]
[Socorro laughs, confused]
- Are you okay? - Yes.
[high-pitched sound increase, [music sounds muffled]
- Do you want some water? - No, no.
Don't kill my buzz.
[music gradually returns] to normal volume]
[Lucía sighs tiredly]
We are getting old for these high school parties.
- Maybe you, but I'm fine. - A thousand apologies.
You should've seen me dance.
[music ends]
I loved to dance. I loved it.
My boyfriends
they had to tell me, "Come talk to me."
And I'd go like this.
- And I'd keep on dancing. - Boyfriends?
How many boyfriends?
All shapes and sizes.
[laughing]
Germans, Italians...
And I ended up marrying the worst one.
But you had Jorge.
Yes.
Soco, I heard you talking to this guy.
His name is Sidarta, right?
Is it about the favor you asked me for the other day?
My grandparents
were revolutionaries against the Argentinian dictatorship
My mom told me
that one day they went out
and never returned.
For her it was a pain so bad,
a load so heavy
she could never forget
[Lucía taps cigarette]
It's a sin to forget those we lost
and we have to do them justice.
What were you crying about?
I'm pregnant.
- But that's... - I don't know if I'm going to keep it.
I don't know. [Lucía taps cigarette]
Because Jorge...
Jorge is stuck to you.
I don't mean it in a bad way. Jorge can't stop being your son.
- He's just not ready - Look, Jorge...
Has always been very sensitive.
He didn't even want to go to a job interview that I got him
He spent all my savings, all my money.
He threw everything down the drain.
He doesn't care about anything He's a son of a bitch. Sorry.
You're very sensitive right now, it's normal,
given what you're going through.
I went through that too.
[door creaks and opens]
[Jorge speaking] Mom, do you know where's ...
Hi, son. [incoming footsteps]
I'm going to bed, thanks.
I needed this.
- If it's about the money, I can... - No, I wish it was the money.
Listen...
- I told her we should smoke. [door shuts] - Don't help.
[distant city noise] [Jorge speaking] - Lu...
[door opens and shuts]
[chirp]
[ringback tone]
- Hello? - Your honor.
How is your underwhelming wisdom treating you?
Sorry, overwhelming.
[Candiani speaking] With time, now that my son left me alone.
I started thinking if we had a lot of time or no,
if in the next life we will have another chance
[bubbling water]
or this is it and it ends here.
[Socorro on the phone] Come on
Stop philosophizing, counselor.
[Candiani speaking] Do you think life has rewarded you?
Because I've always been a fair person, an exemplary lawyer
I thought that I lived alone by choice
I thought that would give me peace...
but It didn't.
And then I thought about you
You came to my mind, like so many other times,
when I didn't mean to.
What about it, Candiani?
I don't know. It's my unfinished business.
Useless unfinished things.
[Socorro on the phone] You always scolded me...
when I left things for the last minute,
now look at you, professor.
You never called me professor before.
You've always...
been a very special person to me.
I don't know.
[Socorro sighs]
Don't make me talk nonsense.
[Candiani on the phone] Speaking of my unfinished business...
I...
wanted to tell you that...
that you've always been...
What?
[Candiani on the phone] I think I'll call you back later
so I can give you the judge's number.
Okay.
[Candiani on the phone] Take good care of yourself, kiddo.
[distant city sound]
You too, Candiani.
[phone clicks]
[soft snort] [light city noise]
[clinking of pottery]
Enough already.
[woman exhales, clinking of pottery]
If you ever put this shit in my place again,
and I'll shove this burnt toast where the sun doesn't shine.
[clinking of pottery, chair squeaks]
[footsteps receding]
[rustling of paper]
[Lucía’s voice] Dear Soco,
I'm so sorry to say goodbye like this,
but if I had told you in person, [resigned sigh]
I'm sure you would have dissuaded me.
So, why risk it? [soft nostalgic music slowly fades in]
I think it was unfair of me to blame Jorge for what happened,
and for how I feel
when I was also blind to his needs, to his process.
I demanded something he couldn't give me,
but I needed it so much.
A new life in a new country
By the time you read this, I'll be flying back to Argentina.
I ask you not to mention anything about the pregnancy to Jorge.
I'll tell him myself when I'm feeling better.
I'm not going to tell him anything about your plan.
I think my mom would've liked the chance
to find out what happened to my grandparents.
Although, I don't know if this would've caused her more pain.
And life is not made to suffer
or to be fooling around, as you say.
I can't say anything else without my heart breaking.
Thank you for being my Mexican mom.
Love, Lucía.
As the graph shows 50% is practicing
45% of them do not practice.
[upbeat ringtone sounds on the phone]
Hold on, I'm getting a call.
Hello?
Who's this? I can't hear you. [indistinct chatter]
[Socorro on the phone] Hi, Pepe, how are you?
Who the fuck is this? I can't hear you.
This is attorney Socorro Castellanos speaking,
my dear deaf Judge Cortés. [Judge Cortés giggles]
What's up, fucking Coco?
[Judge Cortés on the phone] It is you. What's up? How have you been?
Good, I'm still around. I don't want to bother but...
- I have a favor to ask. - Sure, what do you need?
I need you to give me Vaquero's brother's phone number.
- What do you need it for? - It's a private matter, Pepe.
Look, Soco...
I can't give it to you, because you'll compromise me.
Well your honor,
you force me to hand over to the prosecutor's office
the files you gave me a few years ago for safekeeping
when you were in business with the government.
They were from the government, right?
C'mon Soco...
Are you threatening me?
Of course not Pepe...
I'm just asking for a favor
like the one you asked from me a few years ago.
[Pepe sighs]
Alright, I'm going to give it to you.
But let me remind you of something
you told me a while back,
once you cross the line
- There's no going back. - The phone number, please, Judge.
Magistrate, Soco
I’m a Magistrate now.
[soft music from another room]
[muffled loud squeak, sharp blow]
[Jorge laughs, muffled]
[indistinct voices from the other room]
[soft music continues]
[laughs, muffled]
[Socorro’s bed creaks, muffled laughs continue]
[receding footsteps]
[Jorge laughs, drunkenly]
But Lucia did notice, you know? [music plays in the room]
She saw there was nothing here.
That's why she left.
Bitch.
[Jorge laughs, drunkenly]
I'm not going to be like my uncle
I'm not like the dead guy.
You gave me a dead man's name, mom,
really? my dead uncle's name?
Jorge
Shut up and get up.
But I'm not.
I knew it.
You always wanted me to be like him.
[music continues]
But I'm not, mom.
[laughs and cries]
Forgive me.
Let's go away.
[continues babbling and crying]
[La noche total continues to play] [with Sensational Belafonte]
[snoring]
FOR LACK OF PAYMENT USE THE STAIRS
[Sidarta speaking] The elevator maintenance guys returned.
All high and mighty.
So, I showed them the piece of paper that you gave me.
And I used what you told me about "stroism".
- Stoicism - Thats what I said. "Stroisism".
I tell them that we're going to hold them accountable for trespassing.
And they left, Counselor.
You have something for me?
[Sidarta sighs]
[distant door squeaks, shuts]
- Just five bullets? - How many do you need?
This is the number of the guy who's going to help.
He's Vaquero's brother.
Just arrange how much and how it will be done.
[distant neighbors noise]
What I mean is that I'm worried about you, counselor.
It's going to get pretty bad
and your health is in bad shape.
- I mean it with respect. - We're all going to die.
The only difference...
is that I know how.
Don't say that counselor.
I don't want anything to happen to you.
You've helped me so much.
You were the only one who kept me out of the slammer.
You got me this job.
[broken voice] Even when my family didn't care about me anymore.
You're tough on me sometimes,
but I know it's for my own good.
I went back to school and everything
I wish...
Don't laugh at me.
But I'd like to be your assistant one day.
With studies and everything.
[distant car honk]
[broken voice] I want you to be proud of me.
Life is so ironic.
Out of all the people I know,
you're the only one who really gets me.
And I don't know if that makes me happy or sad.
[distant city noise]
What does ironic mean?
Just kidding. [soft smack]
[distant thunder]
[knock, Jorge speaking] Mom.
[squeak, door opens]
Someone is here to see you.
- Who? - I don't know, he let himself in.
- Coming. - At this time?
[squeak, door shuts]
[soft suspense music fades in]
Neither narcos,
nor rapists,
nor killers.
Wasn't that right, counselor?
[leather jacket rustling]
[clink of spurs]
[leather creaking]
[sniffs]
How things change.
With everything that happened, I always respected
your righteousness.
I just stopped by to say hello.
To tell you that your order is already underway,
and to remind you of our fee.
To keep things straight, you know?
[spurs clinking, heavy footsteps receding]
Good night, counselor.
[squeak]
[door slam]
[silence]
[rustling paper] Mom!
- I'm leaving - I'm coming, wait!
[Jorge yelling] - Hey, hey, hey! [ metal clanging three times]
There are still a few things up here.
Ohh yeah right "my lord" anything you say.
seat tight until Christmas...
-“Some things left” - Hahaha, asshole
You couldn't find someone lazier?
It's all I could afford considering there's no elevator.
Now that you have your own place,
- Aren't you going to look for Lucia? - I don't know. We'll see.
Can I leave these here? I'll come back later for the rest.
- I can put it on top. It's not heavy - No, they don't fit in the truck.
- Let me help you. - No, mom. It's fine.
- Come on. - No, mom. No.
I need to leave now.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what you're up to or what you're going to do,
just promise me that you won't go through with it.
I promise.
[distant city noise]
I know you don't mean it, but thanks.
And take your pills, please.
Okay?
I'm going now.
[footsteps receding]
[sound becomes softly muffled]
[soft and muffled propellers roaring]
[soccer commentator on TV]
[chirp]
What's the matter?
[chirp]
Do you miss Jorge?
[woman sings opera] [Cosi Fan Tutte - Mozart]
[picks up phone]
[sound of a telephone dial clicking] [woman continues to sing opera]
Return to sender
[sustained tone] [opera singing muffled]
[no sound] It was you
[sustained tone] [opera singing muffled]
[noise returns abruptly, door slides open, phone slams on table, gasp]
[door shuts] It was you. It was you!
Open up! [sharp blows]
[sound muffles, tinnitus starts, sharp blow] Bastard!
[sharpening sound and tinnitus comes and goes, heavy breathing]
You've always known! [sharp blows]
[heavy breathing] [sharp distortion]
I'm going to open this fucking door, and you'll see. [woman singing opera in the distance]
[distortion sound]
[opera singing continues] [with distorted notes]
[opera singing continues with distorted] [notes, heavy breathing, muffled sound]
[acute distortion intensifies, tinnitus]
[tinnitus increases]
[sound and singing stops abruptly, echo follows]
[silence]
[muffled noise]
[muffled meow]
[faint footsteps]
[ragged breathing] [squeaking]
[sobs]
[slow squeak]
[door slam]
[metallic clicks]
Listen, counselor, you know I'm always honest with you.
And if it were up to me, I'd lend it to you on the spot,
[rustling paper] but I have obligations to other people.
who ask that I retain certain assets,
material things.
But since it's for you,
this paper will do.
As you know, with me there are no taxes or surcharges.
Just give the money to Sidarta.
Did you get the money?
[Sidarta on the phone] Yes counselor, I already gave the money to the Vaquero's brother,
he said he will see us at 11:00pm at the warehouse in Iztapalapa,
I think this is it for me counselor.
- Pick me up at 9:30. - Counselor...
[telephone click]
[purring] [meowing]
[cat nibbling]
[whining meows]
[arcades]
[distant police siren]
[bag rustling]
[sharp blow]
[police siren]
[phone ringing]
[picks up phone]
- Counselor - Sidarta?
- What happened? - I'm not going, I'm sorry
- Why aren't you here already? - I'd like to help you, but I'm not risking my family
- Where are you?
I can't understand a word you're saying.
[hangs up from the other side] [telephone click]
[metal lid slams shut, mumbling] Son of a bitch.
[pill bottle rattles]
[metallic click]
What are you doing with dad's gun?
Is it about Coque's death? Why are you so obsessed?
- Let him rest in peace. - Everyone forgot about him, but me.
You lost your son and daughter-in-law
I'm not letting you out!
Move, or I'll move you myself.
Easy... don't do anything stupid. Don’t!
[door slams]
[drags chair]
[metallic sounds]
[from the other room] Socorro, If you walk out that door, you won't change a thing!
[door banged repeatedly] Socorro, Socorro!
[door slams]
[door banged in the distance] [distorted sound begins, tinnitus]
[barking, tinnitus, banging]
[heavy breathing]
[banging, barking, tinnitus]
[heavy footsteps and breathing]
[Coque’s distorted voice, frenetic knocking] Open the door, Socorro!
[muffled screams] [sharp distortion, tinnitus]
[pill bottle rattles]
[muffled roar of propellers in motion]
[heavy breathing, muffled screams]
[muffled roar of propellers in motion]
[ragged gasps, distant muffled screams]
[muffled roar of [propellers in motion]
[sharp distortion, tinnitus]
[muffled traffic sound]
[muffled] Where would you like me to take you, ma’am?
[muffled] Ma’am.. where should I take you?
[muffled car engine running]
[distorted car sounds]
[suspense music plays]
[rhythmic clicking] of turn signals]
[metallic bangs]
[suspense music continues]
[man sighs, footsteps with spurs approach]
[metallic door opens, squeaks]
[slow squeak, door shuts]
[leather crackling]
[dry footsteps]
Did you bring your tools?
[dry footsteps continue]
[suspense music continues]
[rustling plastic]
There's the pig.
[rustling plastic]
Just hurry up,
he might die on his own.
- You're not staying?
[man sighs, footsteps receding]
[man gargles and spits]
[man opens metallic door]
[metal door slamming]
[suspense music continues, rustling plastic]
[heavy breathing close by, dragging metallic sound]
Are you still there?
[strange noise on the floor]
I already told you I have no money.
But you can have what little I've got.
I have no one to borrow from.
You are Juan Antonio Agundez.
Card number 900 651 325
- Yes, what about it? - You are about to find out.
Open your eyes.
Do you recognize him?
This is you.
No.
And this boy that you are torturing
is my brother. [sound muffles, tinnitus starts]
[heavy breathing]
That's not me.
- Look at him bastard. - That's not me
I have never seen that photo, lady
Well I have!
I've seen it for 50 years, asshole!
[gun drops to the floor] You're going to pay!
[gasps, wrestling]
[sharp blow]
[silence]
[muffled sound, effort gasps] You killed him! It was you!
[tinnitus increases, sound distorts] It was you!
[distortion intensifies, sobbing]
[sharp tinnitus, heavy breathing]
[suspense music continues, soft whistle, heavy breathing]
[agitated exhalations]
[noise slowly fades away]
[silence]
[heavy breathing]
Coque.
Ma'am...
Can you tell me your name?
Socorro.
Very well, Socorro, you're fine.
You experienced a sudden drop in blood pressure.
Do you take pills for your blood pressure?
[distant hospital noise] Yes
Sometimes I take them.
And sometimes I don't.
I don't think they're working.
Uh-huh... don't worry Ms. Socorro in a little while you'll be in your home.
[indistinct voices]
Just remember to take these pills, they are very important
Take 2 pills every 8 hours, no more.
It is also important that you get
a cranial tomography.
That goes for both of you.
We need to make sure you don't have a clot in your brain.
[woman's voice on speakerphone]
Don’t worry. We will take care of your memory.
Okay, Ms. Socorro? Here you go.
- Thank you.
[indistinct hospital atmosphere]
[rattling of a moving car]
Why did you helped me?
[rattling of a moving car continues]
I'm not the one in the picture.
[heavy gasp]
But I was there.
I don't remember much anymore.
There were so many people.
The students ran in every direction.
But my lieutenant yelled at me, "Shoot! Shoot!"
And I'd shoot.
I'd never done it before.
I was a boy just like them.
[rattling of a moving car continues]
But you killed them anyway.
[soft low base tone]
[rattling of a moving car continues]
If there was any justice, you'd be in jail
with others.
But your time will come
and your judgment
just like everyone else's.
[distant traffic honks, soft squeal of brakes ]
[upbeat music echoes in the space]
[music continues, louder]
[music continues, gets louder]
[soft cooing of pigeons]
[door opens, squeaks, keys clatter]
[soft cooing, wings flapping]
[slow squeak, door shuts]
[fluttering and cooing of pigeons, footsteps]
[fluttering and cooing increase]
[more fluttering and cooing]
[fluttering, rustling glass]
[fluttering and cooing continue]
[door opens, squeaks]
[fluttering and cooing from the other room]
What happened to you? [effort sigh]
- What happened? - I fell.
I already went to the hospital.
- Are you okay? - Yes, yes.
[slap] [surprised gasp]
Tell me you didn't do anything stupid.
[crying and sobbing] Please, tell me you didn't do anything stupid.
[fluttering and cooing from the other room continues]
Nothing happened. [ relieved gasp]
[sobs]
[cooing of pigeons, typewriter keys clacking]
Look.
[fluttering and cooing]
I wanted to show you this.
[chair squeaks]
[rustling paper]
And who is this? The one with the frowny face.
Aunt Concha. Oh, Concha.
A leopard never changes its spots.
God rest her soul.
Why should God put up with her?
[dry chuckle]
Do you remember this one? [chirping continues]
Coque and me.
Look at his hair.
[uh-hm]
I thought you forgot about him.
[snorts with irony]
[chirping continues]
[metallic sound]
Can I have one of those?
[spark]
Would you let me see the photo?
[rustling in bag]
How could you stand to see this picture for so long?
I always wanted my dad to do something about it.
You did.
Do you remember what happened that night?
He was wearing his corduroy pants,
and those flyers,
his fucking flyers.
[broken voice] He asked me if I had seen them
and I told him no.
I told him to go away and leave us alone.
He told me something I didn't hear.
[chirping continues]
Then the shots started.
There was broken glass. I remember that the power went out.
And he... [sobs]
knocked and knocked the door
I didn't want to let him in because I was afraid.
- How did you know it was him? - I don't know, but it was him.
[broken voice] I just wanted him to leave us alone.
[sobs]
I never meant for him to be killed.
[sobs]
You were a child.
There was nothing you could do.
Nobody could do anything to help him.
Nobody.
[sobs]
There's something that always pops into my memory,
I don't know why but
[it's the tune of the song] he used to sing back then.
Do you remember?
[humming a soft melody]
[dry chuckle]
You haven't eaten anything yet, right?
[walks away humming]
[squeak]
[click]
[flame sound muffles]
[paper rustles softly]
[Socorro singing] No, no
we shall not be moved
no, no
we shall not be moved
like the rock
against the wall
we shall not be moved.
[snort]
Look at all this smoke.
[lip smacking]
I burned these.
But just a bit.
[chirping continues]
[dry crack]
What is it? Are they too burnt?
No.
[soft chords begin to play]
[dry crack]
[distant woman screaming] Neighbor!
[soft guitar chords continue playing]
[voices in union] Justice, justice, justice!
[voices fade out]
[chants in unison]
[chants in unison slowly fade out]
[La noche total by Belafonte Sensacional]