"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen." "Sorry for..." "Lady, jump up to close the door..." "Mister, can you take me for 10 cents?" "Hurry up..." "Everyone move back a bit..." "Student fare, please." "Student!" "Yeah sure!" "A film by Silvio Caiozzi." "Based on "Still Life with Cachimba," by José Donoso." "Excuse me." "Sorry, excuse me." "Thank you..." "The pain I feel in my heart, gentlemen, is simply too deep" "For many years I've devoted myself completely to the defense of our national artistic heritage, an honorable mission that I felt fully committed to, in spite of all the ridiculous insults... humiliations, condemnations and other attacks just too long to list." "Make your resignation quick, young man, it's getting chilly in here." "As the president of this institution has not had the decency to assist, I surrender to the vice-president the scarce utensils entrusted to me by the corporation:" "mobile phone, rubber stamps," "headed envelopes and writing paper and, of course,... the Minutes Book, as soon as I update it." "Gentlemen, I have always maintained this photograph with pride;" "an image that for me represented the ideals of a visionary and quixotic group." "But now..." "For I have no interest in maintaining the image of a group that, in spite of all my eforts, was never concerned about the dangers that threaten our country's rich artistic heritage..." "You're going over the top a bit, aren't you?" "A group that was only able to turn such an admirable mission... into an irresponsible cultural hobby to cover up who knows what." "What are you getting at?" "I have nothing else to say." "That's all, gentlemen." "Farewell." "Does any of it make sense?" "Not at all." "Here I am, but for what?" "For who?" "You're a gift to us, Marcos." "We're all gifts of life." "We're out of mint, don Marcelo." "I missed it by this much..." "by this much, Marcelo." "There's no more mint, don Marcelo." "Serve them anise!" "I was so near to being cloaked in true greatness." "Call her, it'll do you good." "Why a Leonardo?" "Why a Michelangelo?" "Why a Larco?" "What you need is a little bit of love!" "Call her!" "No one cares." "Look at them, they look like stains, all blurred, pretending to convince us they're happy." "But no one sees them." "Let me taste that." "Don't serve rubbish to friends!" "Bring him a Carmenere!" "Who are they?" "They were born forgotten, just as we were." "We're all stains spread across the painting of life created by that insensitive painter." "Your God must be a good painter because he's done some pretty good work." "Here, call your chubby girlfriend, so you get over it." "I can't breathe, I must resign." "I'm resigning from everything, Marcelo." "I handed in my notice at the bank." "What?" "I'm not up to working in banks anymore." "You're crazy!" "We must escape from the cars, the smog, from this blind, deaf and dumb Babylon." "In the end, if I'm to be a Mr. Nobody, I'd rather be it by the sea, just like Larco." "Hilda!" "Come in!" "Just look who's walked in!" "Excuse me..." "Artistic Heritage Defense Foundation, good evening..." "Hello?" "No, sir, no." "First call you get?" "Yes, but it was a wrong number" "Damn!" "But not to fret, lots of people will call you;" "you won't even be able to get to sleep." "You'll have to hire a secretary and all." "That's right, a pretty well dressed one, who can speak languages." "No, best not. I'll help you, okay?" "Really?" "Yes, but after work." "Look what I've got for you." "You're crazy!" "I could do so much with you by my side," "You can't imagine all the ideas I have." "Do you know what you are to me?" "A muse..." "Awhat?" "An inspirational muse, the sort that motivates poets, artists and men; do you understand?" "I inspire you?" "Incredibly!" "And now that you're General Secretary?" "More than ever!" "They even gave you a mobile phone." "You'll get all full of yourself and not look at me anymore." "I'll always look at you." "That's not true." "I swear." "So, who are you looking at now?" "Nobody." "It's getting late, we'd better go." "Let's stay a little longer." "No... daddy gets angry if mummy overcooks everything." "Let's go." "Are you out with what you've won or are you on for the million pesos." "No!" "..." "I'm on" "He's on... he's on!" "Very well, he's on!" "I was told you like conger eel broth." "That's right, madam, and plenty thanks." "You're so special." "Today's young men don't like anything." "Ship that crushed with an iceberg..." "Next one's easy." "Name of the historic transatlantic of which movies have been made?" "Damn it!" "Why do they create such easy questions?" "They make us waste our time!" "Do you know?" "The Titanic, don Jorge." "Titanic..." "Are you sure, sir?" "Absolutely!" "Big applause!" "Titanic!" "You see, it was really easy!" "Did you ever meet that idiot Gutierrez?" "No." "You must have met his son." "I heard they'll fire him from the bank." "I don't know, don Jorge." "So how are you?" "Still working on records in the basement?" "When we worked there we were on the fifth floor, and they paid us a lot more too and treated us well." "Now, they clean the floor with you and..." "Look, look!" "Last name of one of the greatest lyric sopranos ever?" "I've got it on the tip of my tongue!" "Luciano..." "Say the name!" "..." "Try some of the chili sauce I made for you." "He sings with a handkerchief here and squeezes it." "Can I get a wild card?" "Pavarotti." "Could be, but it's not;" "it doesn't begin with "p"." "Pavarotti, don Jorge." "How can it be Pavarotti!" "Time, sir!" "It was Pavarotti..." "give him an applause... you won a beautiful blender..." "Pavarotti, macaroni, spaghetti!" "These wops are all the same!" "What a shame, Marcos, you should have been there:" "we'd all have won a million and a half." "But he wasn't!" "Jorge, there's milk pudding for dessert." "Other birds make good use of the snails abundance..." "As the river gets dry its inhabitants." "Turn it down, Jorge, so it doesn't bother." "Let's go..." "Remember to turn off the lights, honey" "Yes, mom." "C'mon, calm down." "Goodnight, Marcos." "Good night, ma'am. I'll leave as soon as we finish the jigsaw puzzle." "Whenever you want." "Goodnight, don Jorge." "Goodnight, honey." "C'mon, get in!" "Don't you get it?" "They're young!" "He should leave!" "It's late!" "Over a thousand women have already done it... do it now!" "Call the number on screen, so you can speak with more than one." "Of course I'd like to meet you!" "We already know each other a lot, don't we?" "I bet I'm not the only one you've met this way!" "Let me support myself..." "No, sweetheart, they might hear us." "That's why the TV's turned up:" "go on let me..." "No!" "Don't!" "Don't worry, I'll bring it back finished early in the morning." "Don't worry, I'll bring it back finished early in the morning." "Slowly, slowly, keep quiet, okay?" "Just on top... a little, a little." "I want you to enjoy it, and do so many things to you." "Don't be naughty, okay?" "Tell me..." "Tell me dirty things;" "that's what I want to hear." "What things?" "Dirty things, I don't know, whatever you can think of... ." "I can't think of anything now..." "Tell me, tell me what you want to do to me, tell me..." "Everything!" "Everything!" "What is it?" "Hold on, there's a spring poking into me." "Now, now." "What's wrong?" "I'm tense." "Why?" "The TV's on." "If you want I'll switch it off." "Don't, don't, they'll hear us." "Let me, let me look at you." "No, afterwards.." "After what?" "After we... better you touch me, but close your eyes." "No!" "I want to look at you!" "I need to look at you!" "Hilda..." "One day I want to be alone with you, so we can feel free, even shout if we want to... to possess you in the daylight!" "What's the matter, Hilda?" "Does it hurt?" "I just don't want you to see me like I am now." "But I fancy you, Hilda, I love you, look at me!" "Look at me!" "... I need you to give yourself properly, otherwise I don't know what'll happen." "I need to give myself and have you in the daylight!" "I can't, I'm not ready." "Yes you are, you're ready." "I'd never seen this dark side of yours before." "Let's go somewhere this weekend, or I don't know what I'll do." "You'll get off with someone, like the tango instructor." "How could you think such a thing?" "She could be my mother!" "Who with, then?" "With you, Hilda!" "Only you." "Make up something to tell your daddy That you're going to Viña with that friend of yours who doesn't have a phone..." "But we'll go to Cartagena, because it's nice and quiet." "We can arrive early to a hotel with a view of the sea." "There I'll be able to love you alone, and love you, love you so much!" "In the daylight..." "Spare us a dime..." "A dime, please... I want to see the Rock of Sighs." "It's that one over there." "I want to see it close up." "Later." "Now!" "It's beautiful here, isn't it?" "LOVED YOU FOREVER" "Do you believe lovers kill themselves here?" "No, Hilda, that's something they stick in your head when you're a kid so you don't climb on the rocks." "Do you know what they called me when I was a kid?" "And don't laugh. "Little old man"." "Nice, isn't it?" "What did they call you?" "Whale"." "Little whale"?" "How cute!" "No, just "Whale"." "Let's listen to some more music." "No!" "I'm hungry." "Do you think they sell doughnuts on the beach?" "You can't get any doughnuts, it's not the season." "Look!" "Aren't those houses lovely?" "Can you see?" "They're so sweet." "Come on, let's go and look." "Hilda, where're you going?" "They're really nice, come on!" "Hilda..." "How lovely!" "Hang on... please!" "Hilda, hang on!" "I'll go back to the hotel alone, do you hear me?" "Look, that little house over there is much nicer!" "What does that sign say?" "Mu..." "Mu..." "Museum" "The Larco Museum." "¿What?" "How strange!" "Let's go in." "Not now, Hilda, no way, this can't be a museum anymore." "Don't go in!" "Hold on, come back!" "Don't go in, there might be dogs." "Don't go in!" "Hold on, come back!" "Don't go in, there might be dogs." "Listen, best ring the doorbell outside." "Don't go up!" "Don't ring it so much, they might get angry" "Are you coming in?" "Yes." "Sorry, sir, you're closed, we don't want to bother." "Let's go." "Are you going to see the paintings?" "What paintings?" "Larco's." "Who's Larco?" "Who was..." "He died?" "Admission costs fifty cents; each." "I guess the Museum closes at lunch time, doesn't it?" "Not if there are visitors!" "This way." "Can you see anything?" "Nothing." "Where's the light switch?" "They're normally behind the door; have a look." "There's nothing here." "Excuse me sir, is this where the paintings are?" "How do you switch on the light?" "Know what I think?" "There must be some valuable paintings here, old and expensive, so they need to be kept in the dark." "You're joking; they must be forged copies." "What's that?" "Copies, cheap copies." "Looks like we knocked something over." "Don't say anything." "Something broke?" "In the old continent the roar of the last canons of the Great War was still audible, when here, in the new world, or rather Chile, that painter of painters, master of masters, the gifted Larco, was born." "Son of wealthy parents who owned most of the property in this resort, young Larco turned his back on business and crossed the ocean as a stow-a-way on a merchant ship, heading for the centre of the world..." "Paris!" "Years of hunger and misery honed his artistic skills, until he was finally embraced by Europe's ruling classes." "Weary of riches and fame that was always his for the taking, on the 12 of August 1959, Larco abandoned the City of Light, taking most of his work with him so as to bring it here," "crossing back over the ocean." "He had decided to become an exile in his own land..." "Excuse me!" "Tired of such a shallow world, but happy about his artistic legacy he died, leaving his best works here, on each wall of the large rooms of the Larco Museum" "Any questions?" "No one clambers up there, it's all moth-eaten." "Excuse us, my lunch's arrived." "You seem to be busy?" "Not really, got some clients upstairs, but please come in I brought you a healthy bowl of soup." "Just what I needed." "And some pretty little flowers." "How nice, I love flowers..." "How beautiful!" "Bit sad, though." "Look, it says "Withered Flower", one, nine, three, eight." "I like this one." "Music Box with Harle..." "Harlequin"." "One, nine, four, nine." "Nineteen forty-nine, Hilda." "Lady in Ki-mo-no"" "What is it, darling?" "Look..." "I don't get this one very much." "Still Life with Cachimba"" "What's a Cachimba?" "A pipe." "Do you like it?" "Big, isn't it?" "Yes." "Hey, really and truly what do you think?" "It's weird." "I think so too." "It's full of shadows, isn't it?" "That's funny." "The pipe is curved, but its shadow's straight and rigid with a rounded tip." "And the dice are just the same." "It's badly painted then?" "No, Hilda, it's the artist's imagination, a surreal game using phallic symbols;" "do you know what I mean?" "Phal-lic." "Weren't you hungry?" "Let's go." "I could bring you a crocheted tablecloth." "Goodbye, sir!" "Goodbye!" "It's embroidered with ..." "Leaving already?" "Yes, it's getting late and since there's nothing else to see..." "What do you mean nothing else?" "Have you seen the relics?" "What relics?" "What relics?" "Larco's!" "Are you stupid or what!" "What relics!" "C'mon!" "Let's see, excuse me..." "This country's so full of idiots." "Neighbor, come back tomorrow, I've got things to do!" "See you tomorrow, don Felipe." "So, you've got no idea about relics." "Excuse me... !" "Second visit in the same day!" "50 cents, no charge for your companion." "Open..." "The pipes, you see the pipes, all sucked and worn out." "They were the master's true inspiration." "And the Pernod, the Pernod;" "where the hell is that Pernod?" "Where have they put the Pernod?" "There!" "... I prepared the Pernod for the master myself:" "Strainer full of ice, a lump of sugar and a dash of water to cloud the glass." "Where the fuck is the Pernod?" "Here it is;" "that wonderful creative power of alcohol... and syphilis too." "The master, the Eiffel Tower, his friend Baché who killed himself, and her." "The master, a rhinoceros and her as well." "What do you see there?" "The master." "I mean behind him.Are you blind?" "What do you see?" "A painting." "Come again?" "There it is." "The authentic, the original, hanging right in front of your eyes and you can't even see it:" "Still Life with Cachimba"." "That one with the shadows." "Nice, isn't it?" "His greatest work, from his best period." "Look at it closely?" "We have." "But, did you understand it?" "Well... it is a bit complex." "Course it's complex!" "It's a painting for connoisseurs, not the uncouth." "For the elite, as the master would say, not for the ignorant who buy portraits of corny old women." "Come on, come on, what're you doing there?" "Just look..." "Just look here, here... at those dark stains." "Take a close look." "Where there seems to be nothing, shapes and figures gradually begin to appear and, where once there was nothing, the spirit, magic and mystery emerge." "Breathtaking!" "You can see it now, can't you?" "Only a painting can reveal the soul;" "that's what Larco used to say." "Cause to show things just as they are, that's what photography's for;" "well, that's what I think, anyway." "That's why this is so complex and doesn't really sell." "And that's why the master ended up alone in this country full of bums." "Look up there." "Lady in Kinomo"" "Kimono." "Do you know who she is?" "Baroness Elsa Von Frayten Loringoven." "He'd paint her naked." "There's plenty written about her but not what the master used to tell me." "He'd take her to fancy parties, shower her with sapphires, pearls and diamonds." "He wanted her secretly for himself;" "just to paint her; just to love her;" "just for himself." "It's getting late, honey" "He didn't care about money." "He spent it all on the baroness, on safaris, cruises, banquets." "The main thing was to live it up, that's how Larco was." "Art is a load of shit", he'd say." "It's life that should be a masterpiece"." "If you're interested in a painting we can come to a deal; what do you say?" "It's just that..." "Darling, you were hungry remember?" "Why don't we go now..." "You got in free, so just hang on!" "What you standing round for!" "The guided tour continues this way I made that staircase myself, so the master could paint with a view of the sea." "When he fell sick I had to carry him down "piggy-back."" "His last half-finished paintings are all up there." "Now you'll see the most important relic." "The bed!" "Pure bronze!" "Strong enough for four" "Look, you can tell it's imported." "And it's bloody firm!" "This is how he left it." "Just like this." "No one's ever laid down on it since." "And no one ever will!" "Over my dead body!" "The day before he died, the master called me..." "There was some gentleman here, a lawyer, something like that." "And in front of him, the master told me he'd left me everything:" "the house, the paintings, so we'd be together forever." "Looking after everything." "And here I am." "But now I don't mix the paints, or prepare the canvas or nail the frames for him anymore." "I was like his guardian dog, you know that?" "And that's how I'm going to carry on, because he taught me so much..." "Did he teach you how to paint?" "Teach me?" "What for?" "How could I be a master?" "These hands belong to a hack, not to a real master." "I've never created anything beautiful;" "never had the gift, and it looks like neither have you." "Would you like a glass of water?" "No!" "Are you feeling alright?" "Better than ever." "Want to come in?" "No, thanks." "Me neither Mr..." "The master wanted this bathroom to be just like the one he had in Paris." "He never finished it, though." "Filthy, isn't it?" "But necessary." "Don Felipe, promise me you won't sell any of the paintings until we've spoken again." "Do you promise?" "Visit's over." "Lost the complaints book." "Excuse us." "Haven't had my pudding yet." "Leonardo..." "is someone coming?" "No, Hilda, I was just thinking." "Don't stare at me like that, you make me nervous." "You don't know what's happening to me." "I'm full of desire, wanting, passion." "Don't frighten me." "You don't understand me." "Passion for so many things." "Well, for that too." "Don't you realize what we've just discovered?" "A great national artistic treasure for Chile, and it's ours!" "But you said they were just fakes, and totally worthless." "I was wrong!" "There were Larco's photos in Paris with all his paintings!" "It's impossible to make up such a lie!" "It's all true, Hilda." "Larco exists!" "We must save him, we must rescue him, that's our fantastic mission!" "Don't look at me like that, darling." "I haven't gone mad." "This is our chance to do something, to leave something." "We're not born just to die, don't you agree?" "I'm going to expose this injustice suffered by a genius, sentenced not to exist." "I'm not going to allow such a treasure to be wasted in the hands of some drunken old man!" "Don't talk that way about the gentleman." "He's just sick and getting by" "He can just find something else to do!" "He's got arteriosclerosis, you know?" "Anyway, I feel those paintings are real jewels hanging right in front of us, and they're as real as you are here." "I need you to believe in and listen to me." "Help me, please, I love you so much, fancy you so much;" "I need you so badly!" "Together we can do so much for ourselves, for the whole country for art, so that together we can..." "But if you become famous you won't want me anymore." "How can you say that?" "That's not like me." "I need to know that you're with me, that you'll be with me no matter what." "That would make me feel able to do anything, my love, anything." "I need to wrap myself in you, feel part of you, I need to touch you, smell you, freely, in full light, to feel we're one, my love and that we're alive." "Alive!" "Yes, naked like me." "Look at me, touch me, Hilda!" "No, that's dirty, I don't want to do it naked!" "How then?" "No, it's too disgusting!" "Look at yourself!" "Let go, let go, Hilda!" "I like you just like this, I like you as you are, Hilda, open yourself to me!" "I don't like it; it's horrible... , smells like fish from the restaurant, I don't like it, someone may come in..." "Don't, don't..." "Go on!" "Don't resist!" "Suction..." "Suction, Miss Hilda." "Señora María, could you close the door;" "I'm late... I'll bring everything back later, thanks." "Oh I'm sure you will..." "Going up?" "No thanks." "It's the end of the bloody world, man." "Don Marcos Ruiz has arrived late." "The earth will tremble." "Good evening..." "You should behave yourself..." "Good party at the weekend." "You old raver." "Be right back, doctor." "Just type." "Not there, the other side;" "the other icon." "Quickly!" "Let me do it!" "You said Larco, didn't you?" "Larco who?" "Larco what?" "Just Larco." "You sure he's on the net?" "He's not in the system." "Positive; he was famous, so he should be under that name." "Maybe it's spelled with an "h" somewhere." "Maybe it's a nickname or an artistic name." "It's not, Perico." "I saw the paintings. lt's Larco..." "Shit!" "Here comes the old bastard." "You carry on." "See you tomorrow, sir." "See you tomorrow..." "Move over, a bit more, Damn it!" "Why are we still using a 486; it's a tin can!" "Careful... !" "What can you do with only 300 mega and 16 RAM?" "Outdated technology; it's prehistoric." "This bank's sliding downhill;" "we're going bust." "What are you typing now?" "The Louvre." "Do you think it's a dot com?" "You're entering the Louvre page?" "Are you nuts?" "How many Chileans have made history?" "Two, maybe three." "But this Larco, man..." "He's got a name like a hotel." "Not even his mom has heard of this degenerate." "Why don't you choose the settings so that it shows the animations, and then take the virtual tour" "Come again?" "Hand it over, you asshole." "You're getting left behind." "You gotta learn how to connect with the world if you don't want to be stuck in the StoneAge." "Save, you dupe." "Move over." "There; give me the file." "Shit, a virus!" "Enter!" "Enter, damn it!" "We're in!" "They've filled your head with tall stories." "There're no records!" "If this fucker's not in the Louvre, he doesn't exist, get it?" "... I'll look in the Art Museum." "What?" "Let's not waste more time." "I've got a meeting now." "Shall we call it a day and get going." "Look... there he is, Perico, it was true." "Larco." "What am I supposed to be looking at if there's nothing there." "What do you mean nothing?" "Look, there's Larco." "There's no photo or anything." "Could be any old Larco." "Gustavo Alfonso." "All lies to fill a museum's records." "Save before fatso catches us." "Bibliography, he's in a French book." "I must get that book!" "Forget it, the old bastard's gone." "Let's print it." "Isn't that why we've got technology?" "See Perico, he's notjust any Chilean;" "they wrote about him in France." "Retamal; are you trying to impress me or do you just want to be paid overtime?" "No, sir, my report's linked to Ruiz's, we're just crosschecking." "But it's ready now..." "better make a move." "And I hope you, Ruiz, will make up for lost time today." "Of course, sir." "Damned old man... delete..." "delete... delete, motherfucker!" "Artistic Heritage Defense Foundation, Marcos speaking..." "Hello, hello..." "Excuse me, where's the library?" "Pardon me; the library?" "¡Upstairs!" "Excuse me, this library closes at eight sharp, monsieur." "Sorry, madam, I couldn't find the book in the section you indicated." "Come back tomorrow and take a longer look.Au revoir." "Here it is, madam." "La Peinture Latinoamericane de Annés... lt wasn't in P-32, it was here among the C's." "That's impossible, monsieur, impossible." "If I told you P-32 it's P-32." "Alright, I'm sorry, my mistake." "Two minutes to closing." "But it's in French." "What did you expect?" "I know, but if you could help me translate what I think I'm reading, I'd really appreciate it." "There's no time, monsieur... domage." "I promise it'll only take a couple of minutes." "All I want to know is if this word here really means "brilliant"." "It's about a little-known Chilean painter who was very successful in Paris." "Which word?" "This one." "Brillant..." "You see?" "Brilliant, brillant." "I know, what I mean is if in the context the author really means brilliant?" "Oui, monsieur, the word depends on the context in which it's used, but in this case... c'est pas mal..." "it's right... trés interesant." "Thank you, madam." "We're here to support the arts..." "but tomorrow, monsieur." "Please leave the book where you found it." "Of course." "If you need photocopies you'll have to come back." "Forty seconds left;" "well calculated monsieur." "Hello?" "Artistic Heritage Defense Foundation..." "Marcos Ruiz Gallardo speaking, the General Secretary..." "Hello?" "Hello?" "Hildita, is that you?" "It's me; can you hear me?" "We need to talk." "Hello..." "Hildita." "You are admirable, monsieur." "Excuse me, madam?" "You are admirable, monsieur." "Any Chilean who appreciates another Chilean deserves praise." "Bravo." "Bravo." "I don't understand..." "Antoinette s'il vous plait." "Pleased to meet you." "I know how to spot a man interested in the arts." "My ex-husband wasn't interested in anything at all; but you... what sign are you?" "Don't tell me. I can read it in your hand." "Let's see... there's something very beautiful here..." "and something mysterious... the lines are contradictory..." "Ah, this is complicated... it's hard for me to see... lt's too dark here, madam." "That's no problem, I see better in the dark; and you?" "I'm sorry, madam, but I must go, I have things to do." "Thank you very much." "Do you mind?" "Of course I don't." "You're free Marco; free like myself." "Yes, sure..." "Thank you very much." "Don't forget your photocopies tomorrow." "I won't... madam, thank you." "You can count on me for anything the foundation for..." "Artistic Heritage Defense, madam." "Right, a bientot, Marcos..." "Artistic Heritage Defense Foundation." "Hello... a style that may seem awkward to many, but with a little sensitivity can be appreciated as the work of a generation enclosed in itself..." "An enclosure portrayed in the grey and dark tones so skillfully blended by this great genius and fellow-citizen who we must rescue." "Larco; why so unknown?" "Cause today's humdrum artists only see their ignoble struggles for prominence, fighting for shady awards and ridiculous honors." "Larco, in contrast, renounces such frivolities, such shallowness, such emptiness, asserting envy to be mediocrity's tribute to genius." "Born into affluence, with silk scarves, suede leggings and a lifestyle that entices the admiration of European high society" "I must confess, gentlemen, I cannot remain compliant to my destiny... nor contain myself from rebellion and the feeling of such diverse aspirations after gazing into Larco's universe." "Which is why I dare ask of your support." "This is evidence I found right here in Santiago, stating in French that Larco was perchance the greatest painter of his generation." "But there is more proof, most beautiful and wondrous, constituting a real treasure; his work, an abandoned artistic legacy just waiting for us, for our foundation, to discover and present it to the nation and the whole world." "Thank you very much." "Would you care to explain?" "I've already explained everything, sir." "Why were you such a dimwit and not buy one of those paintings you were ofered?" "I don't understand." "You yourself stated that they were an absolute bargain, or not?" "I'm sorry, Mr. President, but I truly believe it is the Foundation which should ensure that such important work does not go astray." "Do you suggest it is we who should take care of this Larco fellow?" "And that old man, who likes his...?" "We must hurry, gentlemen." "That poor curator may be tempted at any moment by a fistful of dollars." "And do you want us once again to get that fistful of dollars for you?" "Or are you going to get them yourself?" "You might even have money to spare if you sell the story to the papers." "You offend me, Mr. President." "I want to make clear my mission is not to make personal gain from any of this." "And I hope yours isn't, either!" "Our mission is much higher than that, gentlemen, it is to value and preserve all that our artists have made or are making." "We must rescue that great work by making it a first priority of the nation's artistic consciences, through a major media campaign." "We must rescue that museum, so it's no longer exposed to the illness and old age of whosoever looks after it." "That is the way I see it, Mr. President." "Alright... again." "Two and ... fine... that's better." "Excuse me..." "I'll be right back." "It's alright." "Excuse me." "Artistic Heritage Defense Foundation." "Hello?" "Hildita, I know it's you." "If you don't want to speak, neither do I." "Silence hurts, Hildita, it hurts a lot." "it's hard not to speak face to face, isn't it?" "Pardon, madam, I... didn't..." "Your speech was remarkable." "So everyone's going to Cartagena on Sunday; may I go too?" "Hello?" "Sorry but, how did you know about all this?" "I read it all in the palm of your hand, remember?" "It will be a very short trip." "Just to take a couple of photos." "I have this journalist and photographer friend; just what you need." "I'll call him as soon as I finish." "Sorry... it's not the right moment." "Besides, I don't think it's necessary..." "Of course it's the right time." "I have many contacts and secrets." "Let me help you." "I know only you are able to do everything, Marcos, because you 're dedicated." "Let me be dedicated too." "Good night, madam." "This way..." "One moment, please!" "Stand still so I can take a snap." "I'm coming for fucksake, give us a break... come in, please, our great artistic adventure starts here." "Where's the exhibition room, sir?" "Gotta pay." "Everyone pays." "The exhibition...?" "No freebies for anyone, asshole." "What the hell's going on here?" "What the fuck's going on?" "Where can I leave this picnic?" "Over there, sweetie." "Not there, that's private." "is there a soft-drinks machine?" "International trade." "Who are you?" "Perico, Foreign trade." "Surname?" "Perico Retamal, at your service." "Why's there no light?" "Cut the crap." "Don't worry, I'll pay..." "Come in." "Sorry, just a second, thanks." "Somebody light a match, please!" "Excuse me..." "What you doing with that shit?" "What, sir?" "That shit, that little light..." "Dear, remember those lovely souvenirs you bought for me in New York?" "Do you think they sell any here?" "We'll see." "Give it to me." "Why?" "Don't you know flashes spoil the paintings?" "I'll use a tripod then..." "My wife wants to know if there's a souvenir shop." "Not now, sweetheart." "These are absolute treasures, don Artemio, they're not for sale." "Suit yourself, but this gadget stays here, in custody." "Come in..." "Don Felipe!" "Don't you remember me?" "How are you?" "What do I owe you?" "For what?" "For everyone." "They're like twelve or fourteen, and him with the gadget, fifteen." "Close the door, Don Felipe;" "put something on or you'll catch a cold." "With you that'd be sixteen, give or take." "Smarten yourself up." "Just look at you." "I am what I am, damn it!" "You knew there were visitors coming, I told you." "You must pay for everything: the toilet, custody, and it's 350 pesos per each." "Wasn't it 300?" "No!" "Sundays and holidays 350, you work it out." "Well, why don't you quietly calculate what we owe." "Five thousand will do." "Calm down..." "Thanks." "Look, darling... the "s" is backwards." "How ghastly!" "Hold it there... madam, stand still, please." "Very well, thank you." "The combination of dark tones, a magnificent achievement... provoking a feeling of instability for the eye observing a state of suspension, the eye that is unable..." "You break you pay!" "Excuse me." "Look, cockroaches, how disgusting!" "itjust fell." "Marcos, over here." "Don Marco, a quick snap, please." "Thank you mister secretary." "Excuse me." "It smells of rats... it stinks..." "What is it?" "The value of art may go up in time, but not that of the furniture." "What do you mean?" "Look." "What?" "The painting." "That damp stain, up there." "Where?" "This must get flooded every time it rains." "The problem of dampness is something even best technology can't deal with." "This roof is collapsing." "Look how the water seeped in." "When fixing a price, the added value of this property would be almost nonexistent, don't you think?" "Seriously affecting any possible long term investment." "Madame...the picture with the ladies, remember." "Yes...sure..." "Ladies, the photographer is asking us to pose in front of the museum, please, follow me." "He told me the light's perfect to make us look beautiful." "Isn't that so, mister photographer?" "Hey, pal, I'm taking the gadget, o.k." "Just look; full of rust." "Wait for me, girls!" "I want to be in the picture too." "In Spain this would be a dump." "Wrap yourself up, don Fermín, it's colder than a grave." "I can't find the sense in coming all the way here... just to sufer." "We'll all catch pneumonia!" "Who knows what else." "This museum's quite dangerous, isn't it?" "One more..." "Wonderful, but one more..." "Was the museum's sign in the picture?" "Of course, madam." "I suppose these photos will be free!" "Don't worry... .chin up." "There you go, looking great!" "Come here..." "What's up?" "As you brought me clients, I want to give you a present." "No... don't bother." "Take a painting." "What?" "A painting." "Take any you want." "That one of a calabash pipe you like so much. lt's yours... you're very kind but I can't accept it." "What do you mean can't, asshole?" "Don Felipe, that painting can't be mine." "It belongs to us all, to society to Chile." "It can't be mine or yours." "What do you mean it's not fucking mine?" "Of course it's yours..." "Of course it's mine..." "Who told you it wasn't?" "Come here..." "Let me explain..." "This is a laugh, you fucker!" "Fuck it!" "Look after your hangover." "Let go!" "Come with me, let's talk." "Calm down." "No smoking, it discolors the paintings." "This rubbish is better off discolored." "Go ahead and smoke." "What rubbish?" "Garbage. lt's the same everywhere." "This is bulk art." "Pure junk, gentlemen." "Junk your grandma'." "How could you Don Felipe?" "Calm down." "He's crazy... just hit him!" "Come here, I need to talk to you." "Filthy old man!" "You misunderstood me..." "Your bloody friends are enjoying themselves..." "Don't take it like that..." "This is a museum, not a circus, damn it!" "I must be a clown, then!" "Don Felipe, don't ruin everything," "Your friends are like flies, shitting on all they touch. I need a piss!" "Listen." "Piss, piss, piss" "Everyone out; this shit is closing." "But, what are you doing, don Felipe?" "Don't worry, I'll sort it out." "Lunch time, everyone out... !" "Let's go, this is a load of trash." "The only trash here is you!" "Go and rest!" "All of you are trash." "Trash!" "You should be more respectful, don Felipe." "Move, move... I'm not going anywhere." "How dare you!" "You old crooks, old bastards, old queers, old fuckers." "Answer me!" "Shut up...don Felipe." "Come on!" "Recognize you're not well, get to bed!" "No one orders me around..." "The only one who gives me orders is don Larco." "He's the one I help!" "Sure, but if I was Larco I'd tell you time to go; do you understand?" "Why would I bloody leave?" "Because you're no help." "You're a liability!" "How dare you." "You can't talk to me as if you were Larco." "You're stupid." "How dare you say I'm good for nothing." "What do you think I've done all my life?" "What do you think I'm doing here?" "Go fuck yourself!" "All out you fuckers!" "Everyone out!" "This isn't a museum anymore!" "It's my home!" "Out!" "Your bill, madam, thank you..." "this one's yours..." "What a shame!" "What's that?" "Such a shame so much art lost in time because of the fates." "This is a very sad day, Marcos, a very grey day." "Will we ever discover Larco again?" "... maybe... someday... perhaps." "Down that glass, that glass of wine." "You've had your turn, and now it's mine." "Don Artemio..." "may I have a word in private?" "As long as you don't waste my time." "Excuse me." "So?" "I'm considering my resignation, mister president." "Right time you've chosen to jump ship." "Don Artemio, it's just that..." "After the show you put on." "this has been extremely painful l'm glad it has; that will brace you when you explain to the press all the shame you've caused us;" "coming all this way to look at garbage." "Marcos... chum... this is important." "I never meant to, what you." "Don't insult our dignity young man." "You'd better tighten your belt and sought out the mess you made." "Get it?" "Are you listening?" "Stand still, please.That's it." "Artemio, darling, come on." "We'll look more natural singing." "Don't speak to me about resigning." "Someone's got to take responsibility, don't you think?" "Coming!" "Now I know why that smart young girl left you." "Hilda wasn't it?" "That's right." "It's gone away, it's gone astray ... it's about creating an ultramodern image of the product, protecting it, praising it, marketing it and selling it." "That way we can best exploit it." "I mean the merchandise." "You mean the works of art?" "Of course." "We must rescue those works of art, that huge discovery of yours, and turn them into lucrative products." "Do you agree?" "But don't say anything." "Everything's solved, worked out." "It's like that photographer he said there was going to be a tiny article in the local events section." "Get it?" "No way, I said, you'll lose the event's whole potential and impact." "Course I had to give him some payback, it's only right." "Basic investments in any working progress, I mean project development." "Half a page, half a full color page." "You need the habit to work fast, like any postmodern company." "We've got to shake off these old geezers; they're out of date, man." "Course we need the foundation's backing for the product's integrity, I mean works of art." "we've got our souvenirs!" "Why bother these poor old gentlemen?" "But we need capital?" "That's what bloody banks are for;" "I'll get it. I know how." "Of course a small support loan, that's where a bit of know-how is vital." "Working in a bank's got to have its uses." "What's up?" "It's going to rain." "So?" "The paintings will get wet." "It won't rain, man." "We must think, and bear in mind we're protected on all sides, that nothing can afect the produ..." "I mean, the merchandise, so to speak, the works of art, man." "We can do it, Marcos, we can do it." "Then, let the end of the world come, let it rain, let it thunder whatever." "Where there's a will there's a way, of having and possessing and protecting the nation's wealth..." "Unification is strength and strength, is strong and powerful;" "powerful because lonely talents don't make it in competitive markets." "That's what free competition's about." "That's how free markets work." "That's market freedom for you, Marcos." "Freedom, which ultimately is brotherhood, equality fraternity, allowing us to be free minded..." "We're doing well, Marcos, very well." "Congratulations, we're the perfect team." "Every business needs a mind, a creator, an artist, but a talent manager is vital, don't you agree?" "No... there's no time..." "Let's go Marcos." "A positive trip, everything fits, Marcos, everything my man." "Morning, I've just arrived from Peru señor;" "I need to work - my papers are all in order, sir, please..." "Hello?" "..." "Hello?" "Don Jorge, it's me..." "Marcos..." "Sorry to bother you so early, but... I must speak with Hilda, it's urgent." "Could you tell her..." "MUSEUM with VALUABLE paintings discovered" "Here he comes!" "Grand Marcos!" "Good man!" "Our idol, our role model..." "Marcos, please allow me to..." "Embrace me, partner!" "The power of god dam communications!" "Look and learn assholes..." "direct marketing at work..." "At last, Marcos..." "Perico, it's raining in Cartagena and you said we'd be able to get a loan!" "You're in the papers, man." "Thank you." "Perico, the news say it's raining..." "We've dominated the TV, man, the small screen!" "This is amazing!" "You never know who'll become famous, do you?" "We've done it!" "Who would have thought." "Perico..." "listen, it's urgent!" "Did you look at the photo well, girls?" "Here's our boy again." "We made some photocopies." "You look absolutely great, Marcos." "Look at you!" "We're so happy!" "Had a bad night's sleep, miss Jenny." "Or was it too good." "So where are you in the photo, you prick?" "What do you mean?" "Look properly; right in the center" "History will remember you as a discoverer; a kind of Marco Polo, a Chilean Jacques Custeau, or something." "Sorry, Lucy, but I've got to speak to Perico... excuse me." "First autograph for me;" "right here, in bold." "Go on Marcos." "For all to see!" "Don't be rude, you bastard, asshole!" "Fuckin' asshole!" "Keep it low, sweetheart, or they'll hear you." "Right here, lean on me..." "Shut up all of you, you didn't read the main piece." "Feel free." "Look what it says here: "Collection of valuable paintings were found..." "Hey... and my autograph?" "Jenny, please... excuse me." "Perico, please listen to me!" "I have an idea, look, listen!" "This bank can really exploit this..." "Not now, Jenny, excuse me... it's in all the papers and for free..." "Hey, it's payback time." "At least a barbecue... !" "And plenty of booze!" "And a party!" "Enjoy dancing?" "No!" "..." "Perico, you've got to help me..." "Then pay attention ..." "Cartagena..." "It can all go to ruin;" "the roof might collapse, Perico..." "Listen to this:" "Picasso..." "Don't be a killjoy!" "Wise up!" "C'mon, let's dance!" "He didn't live in fuckin' Melipilla." "It was Paris!" "Please leave me alone..." "Enough!" "Enough... !" "Perico!" "Sorry." "Yes, sir?" "Tell them to come in." "Alright, sir." "HUMAN RESOURCES MANAGER" "That's right, sir, things happen out of the blue." "Like the dollar... yesterday up..." "today down." "Or like life... one day we're here..." "the next we're not." "Well that's exactly what happened to my colleague here." "Our policy has always been to stand by our people... and by their families, specially when there's a turn for the worse." "That's why we're so worried and concerned for your aunt's health, the one on the coast, who we hope will get better very, very soon." "Thank you, sir." "Considering it's a personal loan and that our committee meets next week, I don't see any problem why..." "Sorry, sir... the problem is the urgency" "In that case, your only problem is to get a surety... at once." "How long have you been with the bank, Mr. Retamal?" "Eight years, sir." "What's that?" "Eight happy years, sir." "Well, taking into account both your salaries, years in service with the bank... and the fact that Mr. Ruiz mentioned us indirectly in today's paper... I think we could grant him a loan of..." "let's say... thirty percent of the requested amount." "Do you agree, Mr. Ruiz?" "Like fresh water..." "watering the plants." "Don Felipe!" "The paintings will be ruined!" "Please come; open the door!" "The paintings will get wet, open up!" "Open the museum's door!" "This is not a museum, sir..." "it's private property, goodbye." "You're wrong, it's more of a museum than ever before!" "Go away, damn it!" "Look, don Felipe!" "Precious paintings." "Look, Larco's Museum discovered..." "National Artistic Heritage." "And here." "There you are, don Felipe." "You see?" "At last the honor and recognition you deserve." "And look what I got." "With this we can rescue the master's work." "You can organize the repairs so no more water drips through;" "you can do it and you're here." "You said I had to retire." "No, don Felipe, I didn't, no." "I don't have to retire, then?" "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything." "You're right, all we need is to sort this whole thing out." "I'll have to hire various builders..." "for the plaster...the beams." "Cause future generations who spent a whole life devoted to art can't, can't can't what?" "Do you know anyone who can do it right away?" "Plenty." "No one here's got a job." "Not a single broken window must be left." "They'll work day and night;" "that's what the money's for." "Modern lighting;" "one for each painting." "Anyone disagrees and they're out." "Stylishly painted walls, to complement greys and browns of Larco's paintings." "Bright and radiant like the sky" "Like the sky?" "Beautiful... I hope you're going to behave yourself, aren't you?" "Come again?" "This money is just to begin with, for most urgent repairs, like the roof." "Don't let me down, don Felipe." "Once all this belongs to the nation, you'll get the reward you deserve." "Maybe... head guard of the new museum." "There's six hundred thousand." "Count it." "Don't need to count it, I trust you." "Keep me constantly updated." "And don't get tempted by... I don't drink anymore;" "hadn't you noticed?" "Swear to me." "My word was enough for master Larco." "For me too." "Water, clean water!" "Just drink clean water, boss." "Fresh water!" "Like fresh water waters the plants," "You have freshened in my soul, my love, my hopes." "HAPPY "HOW MANY?"" "HAPPY "HOW MANY?"" "What's he thinking about?" "Let off, he's trying to concentrate!" "They're wishes, not miracles!" "Just think of me." "Shut up!" "Don't bother me!" "C'mon, Marcel, it's just three wishes." "Why can't they be ten?" "Alright, I'll just do with two." "Today we celebrate your happy " how many?" dear friend, do you hear..." "We're celebrating our dearest friend's happy "How Many"... I love you..." "I adore you!" "Let the party roll, here at Marcel's!" "Lovely." "Marcos!" "Great that you could come... I'm so grateful." "I'm so happy with all that's happening to you." "My friend here discovered a museum." "Oh, yeah?" "What did you bring me?" "Let's see." "Come here so we can talk." "This is the only man able to defend art in our country" "Why don't you want to open my present?" "Do you want it wrapped in silk?" "Today's my birthday." "I want to have fun, okay?" "Marcos, come and sit with me." "So what's it like to be famous?" "Come, this way, sit here." "No, leave him there. I don't want drunks at my table." "C'mon, sit." "Tell me, I'm all ears." "Shucks, I'm so absent-minded;" "haven't even opened your present." "You didn't forget, did you?" "In spite of the rain and all the trouble you remembered." "A true gentlemen!" "I bet it's something special." "Actually, its an old edition of Faust I picked up on the way here." "Faust... for me, eternal life, pact with the devil." "I told you it was a special present!" "Just like you; full of warmth." "My present's first..." "are you opening it or what?" "I'm talking!" "Talk to me!" "We're talking about important things you wouldn't understand." "Get it!" "Our business here is totally diferent;" "don't get all heavy!" "Sorry, Marcelo, excuse me." "Where do you think you're off to?" "Stay here." "He's 63, that's "how many"!" "Why the big secret?" "Raul, clean it up, please..." "Sorry, Marcelo, I..." "No hassle, just come with me." "Let the party roll here at Marcel's!" "Dear friends, everything's fine." "Everyone on the dance floor, C'mon!" "Don't get wound up, it happens everyday He's just a fuckin' masochist, that's why he does this..." "don't take any notice of him." "So where's your roly-poly girlfriend?" "No, don't tell me.Those things shouldn't happen, but they do." "Even less to someone like you." "I like her." "She's a little plum pudding but she's cute, that's why I like her." "Over here. I've got a surprise for you." "Come in, close the door." "Turn the light of." "Don't be stupid, I'm not going to try it on." "Isn't it exquisite?" "It's not a real diamond, just a fantasy or fake as they say... but good quality..." "and expensive, as well." "I'd like you to give it to her as a present, from you." "Do as I say." "All I want is people to be happy and enjoy life." "I know when a couple loves each other, when it's for real." "I know you can't miss that chance, when it's for real." "a precious gift and you have to nourish it..." "...everyday... when you have it." "Go and see her, Marcos... now!" "She's waiting for you." "Marcos, we missed you so much!" "How are you Mrs. Rita?" "You don't know how happy I am that you've come back to the family!" "My son, welcome back, congratulations Put your arms around me, man." "So you're famous, hey..." "This is your home..." "Thank you." "Come in... make yourself at home." "The other day I got cut off and didn't know how to find you." "But it doesn't matter, because you looked great in the papers." "I suppose we'll be contacting the government... won't we?" "Hold on a moment... I got something to show you." "Look, what do you think?" "Looks better framed, doesn't it?" "It looks lovely!" "Do you like it?" "I was waiting for you to come so you'd help me choose a place to put it, somewhere important in this house." "But I can't find anywhere; all my walls are covered, over here, over there." "Full of trinkets and rubbish, I just don't get it!" "Sometimes I think..." "Excuse me, sweetheart, out the way." "Here." "Why do I want a flag from the bowls Club when I can't even hit the jack?" "What about here?" "Look." "Fine... perfect." "Excuse me, Don Jorge, can I speak to Hilda?" "Sit down, son." "Alright." "That's it. I've had enough..." "really had enough." "I'm going to sort this out my way." "Calmly." "Hilda, bleeding well come here!" "Jorge... I want to have a word!" "Jorge, Jorge come here!" "I can't stand this anymore!" "Hilda, come here!" "I had enough!" "Jorge, don't even think!" "You're really pushing me Hilda;" "come here!" "You come here!" "Come here, I say!" "You'd better go to bed!" "Now!" "This house is going to hell, downhill all the way I'm tired of all of you." "Nobody listens, nobody hears." "Do what you want, I couldn't care less... !" "I couldn't care less!" "If you want I'll come back another day." "Please, sit down, Marcos, just a moment." "When Don Marcelo spoke with her, he made her see so many things." "She was so happy and wanted to call you." "Then the phone began to ring and ring and every time she answered, it was that woman with a foreign accent asking for you." "she began to change, became nervous, saw the photo, the one in the paper and she noticed the woman next to you, with just the left eye showing." "Then she started to get angry and to eat and eat." "When she couldn't stand it any more, she took everything out of the fridge... and ran to her room." "And there she is..." "with the door locked... and eating." "Do you know that foreign woman?" "I do, ma'am, but not the way you think." "Can you give these flowers to Hilda?" "If she doesn't want them, keep them." "NEW LARCO MUSEUM UNDER construction." "JOB vacancies" "Hilda..." "Can I come with you?" "I saw a doctor." "Don't worry, there's nothing wrong, I'm okay." "Awomen's specialist." "I went to see him just to ask a few questions... he told me that... that when a woman doesn't get married, and doesn't have children," "her metabolism changes, that is, she gets nervous and can't stop eating." "But if she marries and has children, everything sorts itself out..." "Hilda, I'd like you to know that all I want is your happiness." "I want you to feel free to decide whatever you want." "I want you to know I'll never push you to do anything;" "That everything will happen when you want it, as you want it, where you want it." "Otherwise... it won't." "Hilda, don't you get off here?" "Sometimes I think you just don't care." "Why do you think that?" "I don't... maybe because I'm ugly." "No way!" "You're beautiful!" "I'm a good for nothing..." "You're wonderful!" "Able to say what you feel and you're always honest." "You're a real person, and that is what's most important for me, being real..." "That's why I love you..." "that's why you're beautiful, it's why I am attracted to you..." "it's why I'm interested in you." "But sometimes it seems you have other interests." "Like what?" "Tell me." "Like..." "like your interest in those paintings." "Not at all." "One thing is what an artist imagines, something beautiful, but unreal." "But you, in contrast, you're flesh and blood." "You sure there's not someone else's flesh and blood you're interested in?" "Then look me in the eye and swear." "I swear." "Without batting an eyelid." "I swear, I swear, I swear my Hilda." "is it true...?" "A thousand times true." "A million times?" "Athousand million." "infinitely... do you believe me?" "Look!" "What's that?" "Glow worms." "How strange." "Here..." "Look... !" "They're like tiny lights dancing among the stars!" "See?" "It's magic!" "You're magic, Hilda!" "You make magic things happen, you make me feel magic, give me strength to believe and dream." "One day I'll take you somewhere really elegant, a restaurant full of lights, with a grand piano, a gala orchestra and a terrace overlooking the sea." "We'll dance and dance... just like in the movies." "Hilda, open you're eyes." "This is for you." "Sorry it's not a real one, it's just an illusion, but it represents all the illusion I feel for you," "which is worth much more than a diamond." "Hilda... sorry to bother you, dear, Have to go to the bathroom." "May I?" "Yes, mom, go ahead." "Excuse me... !" "I want you to give me a copy of the key to your apartment." "I might never, ever use it, but I'll keep it very safe, just in case." "Hello!" "National Foundation for the Defense of... lt's me... lt's me, man, your President!" "Hello!" "Morning, DonArtemio." "It's all set, we open with the press, television and all." "They tell me it's looking stunning." "What?" "The Museum, man, the Museum!" "But, how so quick, I..." "We asked the local authorities to help us with the works." "But I won't be able to check everything, don..." "We don't want to bother you, dear Marcos." "You've done enough wonders already for the foundation..." "Hello?" "Thank you, donArtemio." "But we do need you here early, at eight sharp, dear Marcos." "We'll all leave together for the coast, but ... agreed?" "I wasn't even told." "Don't forget... I won't, Mr. President." "is it them?" "Positive." "Over." "Attention, they're starting to move." "Stop them... back, please." "Long live the Mayor!" "Don Felipe, nice to see you, how have you been?" "So so..." "These are my parents." "Sir, sir, we were waiting for you." "Come on..." "Not a hitch?" "Everything's perfect;" "more than enough time." "What do you think of the sign?" "Really does the trick?" "Marcos!" "Marcos!" "Everything's so nice, boss." "Just the way you wanted it." "Darling, look, the Mayor;" "Let's go and say hello..." "We worked really hard, boss." "Of course I took a few liberties." "What did you do?" "No, all for the better..." "nothing unusual, come on..." "Uniform, isn't it?" "What is this mess?" "Where, boss?" "The color!" "Sky blue, you said it yourself." "But everything's painted the same, even the ceiling." "What do you mean awful, boss?" "It's so Chilean, candle pack blue." "Besides, it covers up the dirt." "Come here, and take a closer look." "They paint kitchens like this in the countryside, to scare off the flies, didn't you know that?" "My God, what do I do now?" "These old buildings can't stand anything." "How many earthquakes has this house stood?" "Four, mister Mayor." "An immortal house for an immortal artist!" "Very fitting, isn't it?" "Quite logical." "Come in, mister Mayor, come in." "Turn that light of, sir." "Outstanding." "Mister Mayor, let me introduce you to our General Secretary and most gifted discoverer." "My pleasure..." "Marcos Ruiz Gallardo." "Mister Ruiz. I'm sure you'll be our next illustrious Son." "Excuse me, sir, are you in charge?" "That's right, cultural events." "Why?" "Because I'm in charge of the marketing merchandising of this valuable cultural artistic heritage." "Have you heard of the Magnum Bank?" "What bank?" "A photo, please." "Turn around, mon cher with one of those smiles only you know how to give." "Stay put." "Hold it, hold it, thank you." "Name?" "Hilda." "Hilda what?" "Just Hilda." "May I introduce you to the President of the Neighbors Committee." "Wait!" "Now I remember." "That voice. I recognize your voice." "And I recognize that split face." "But don't worry, because you'll never understand what I mean." "Excuse us." "There's a touch of Matisse to this painting." "Mister Mayor, Arts Director of..." "Representatives of the church, President of the Foundation," "Ladies and Gentlemen..." "Sorry, I tried to describe a genius on these pages." "But reading them would be a conceited act;" "Only admiration is possible." "Silence is more effective than a thousand words, a thousand speeches." "Thank you very much." "Great!" "Fantastic!" "Got a brilliant mind, doesn't he?" "Yes, no wonder he discovered all this." "So charming!" "And good looking, my girl!" "Take a seat." "Just a moment; be right back." "Congratulations." "Thanks, you're so kind." "Ladies and gentlemen, as Cultural Representative..." "Come here, follow me." "of Arts, Entertainment and Sports of the Regional Cultural Division, I am pleased to greet our Mayor..." "You spoke so damn well, boss." "I need to speak to you in private." "Come on." "Look what a pretty color it is, making the Master's bed stand out." "The knitted fabrics are to make an after effect... in matching blue." "What about the roof?" "There it is." "I mean the zinc, the cracks, the rain!" "But it hasn't rained a drop." "Thanks to Mr. Marcos Ruiz Gallardo, over here... just as I was saying again, thanks to our dear Marcos, it has been possible to bring together the different bodies whose joint effort is necessary so as to enrich our heritage on a permanent basis ..." "So now what shall we do when it rains?" "Use the cans; that's what they're for." "You never cease to surprise me, don Felipe." "That's nothing." "Come over here;" "got another little surprise for you." "From the depths of my heart, thank you, Marcos..." "Thanks also to the..." "This is what I call a throne, worthy of a king." "I made it in honor of the Master." "He always mentioned his bathroom in Paris." "It's exactly the same." "Fancy, aint it?" "Shame there's no electricity to show it off." "What have you done with all the lights?" "Hadn't you noticed?" "We had to rip out the wiring to paint it properly." "But it's no big deal, tourists never come at night." "Cross your heart and tell me what you did with the rest of the money" "Justjuggling it!" "First, the electrician,the bastard charged an arm and a leg." "Then the painting;" "three coats of fine quality," "Then the cement, the sandpapering, the shaving, not to mention the extras, cause these fuckers don't miss a trick;" "they charge for everything." "Dear, love, they're asking for you." "And for you as well, don Felipe." "Sounds fine, off we go." "Excuse me, excuse me, don Felipe, stop... I'm proud to announce that soon, our Foundation, thanks to Larco's work, will form part of a Foundation that will share the same honorable name:" "The Larco Foundation, an institution drawing together both state and private entities." "And it will be our very own General Secretary who with his signature, will represent us in the transfer of such outstanding work." "Bravo!" "Well done!" "Today a major event is taking place in our country" "We're doing fine, partner!" "He who has dedicated his life to this museum, with praiseworthy and selfless devotion, will give us the honor of making us responsible for the legal heritage of all these great works." "His signature is sure to change the destiny of our nation's art and perhaps even promote our culture beyond the frontiers of this beautiful country" "Come here..." "And where do you think you're off to?" "To speak..." "Get outside you fucking bastard." "It's you who's goin' out, asshole, I'm in charge here." "Oh yeah?" "Guard!" "Guard!" "Don Felipe, over here..." "Be so kind as to come closer." "Our spirited duty is to manage and protect this wonderful legacy and so deliver it intact to the future Larco Foundation and the future generations of Chile and the whole world!" "No, no... over to the table." "Once you sign, Don Felipe, the whole of Chile will stand up to applaud you." "Long live don Felipe!" "Just a moment, don Felipe." "Please, allow me, so that you may sign." "I can't, my hands are shaking." "Excuse me, Don Artemio, I'd just like to say that... I find this procedure quite irregular" "What do you mean, señor Ruiz?" "I mean... some of us haven't even been informed about it." "But you who said don Felipe was willing to collaborate with the Foundation." "I did, Mr. President, but I insist that the way this is being handled is..." "Mr. Secretary, I don't think this is the moment to discuss internal issues." "Excuse me, please take your seat." "You're not aware of the facts, which I will be glad to inform you of at the appropriate time." "And, please take notes for the Minutes Book, so that everything is kept clear, pristine and transparent, as is our custom." "Thank you, Mr. Secretary." "How imprudent!" "Mr. Public Notary, please proceed." "Dear friends, no one can hinder a joyous event such as this..." "This way please, don Felipe." "Slowly..." "Over here, slowly." "Sit down here for me, don Felipe." "to that genius, who through his art led us to understand that life is beautiful, in spite of everything, it's very beautiful!" "Viva Chile!" "Viva!" "Long live don Felipe!" "Calm down, just stay here." "Please, this way, you'll find the cocktail at the far end." "What do you mean you can't sign...?" "We'll help you." "Just write "Felipe", that'll do." "Unfortunately I have to go." "Thank you, mister Mayor." "We'll be in touch." "Dear,..." "Come and drink a glass of wine with us." "Relax those nerves a little." "Go ahead, Hilda, I've got some business to see to" "Mr. Ruiz, excuse me, what did you mean by "irregular procedure"?" "Sorry, can I tell you later?" "Please excuse me." "It'll only take a moment, sir." "I don't have time now, can't it wait?" "It'll only take a couple of minutes;" "just two or three questions." "Pardon me, miss, please join the cocktail." "You too, sir." "He stays." "This is a private event, please join the cocktail." "Waiter, please look after ourjournalist friends here!" "Miss, so as not to leave empty-handed, why not take a photo of both of us." "This will do you the world of good," "Just a simple commitment." "Of course you're bound to get nervous with all these legal shenanigans." "Don't I know it?" "Trust us, don Felipe." "Your fingerprint is all we need." "The right thumb, though, calmly..." "Marcos, allow me." "As Cultural Spokesman I'd like to officially invite you to a meeting that will cover the new arts project that needs the input of enterprising people..." "Pardon, monsieur..." "Right here, here." "Keep calm..." "You're not paying attention... !" "Cultural badges that read: 'Paintings by the sea, bathing in the arts.'" "Very interesting, monsieur Retamal..." "Excuse me, miss, lights aren't allowed, turn the light of..." "Skates... cork-screws..." "Ah, cést magnifique..." "Please, join the cocktail party." "We don't want to join the cocktail, we want to see what's going on there." "Do as they say; because if you don't... I already told you there's nothing else to cover." "What about the signature?" "We must cover the signing ceremony, it's the most important part." "Excuse me." "Camera !" "We are in the new Larco Museum and, in spite of some problems with security we've been able to witness the handing over of..." "Always the same hassle!" "Don't push me, you motherfucking cooksucker!" "Head of the arts department, the one in charge of..." "Excuse me, sir, but I know nothing about the law, excuse me..." "Sir, please step this way." "What's wrong?" "You can't go in." "Why not?" "Private meeting, sir." "But I'm the General Secretary!" "I know, I know, sir." "Please go back to the cocktail." "But you don't understand, I'm the General Secretary." "Would you be so kind as to rejoin the cocktail, please..." "Relax, take it easy!" "I want to speak to don Marcos... !" "Let me in, they're calling me." "I can't." "Why not?" "It's an order." "Who from?" "Come on..." "Don Marcos, come here!" "Let me go!" "..." "Watch it!" "Don Felipe, don't sign anything!" "Shut up!" "...behave yourself." "Let me go, you'll break my..." "Sweetheart, don't worry." "Go to your mother." "Calm down, come over here." "I just want to see what's going on." "Don't get involved; men's business..." "But I just..." "Do as I say, come here, calm down." "Come away... , I know what I'm saying." "What's going on?" "Calm down..." "Why are you hiding?" "You'll have to account for all this one day, do you hear me?" "Let go of him, you bastard!" "What are you doing you filthy ape?" "You jerk, fight me if you're so brave!" "Miss, miss!" "Fuckin' bastard!" "Fuckin' ape!" "Guard!" "..." "What are you doing, for God's sake?" "Guard!" "..." "What are you doing, for God's sake?" "Don't you know mister Ruiz is the Foundation's General Secretary?" "as well as a gentleman." "Let him pass and afterwards hand me your resignation, do I make myself clear?" "Yes, sir." "Mr. Ruiz... don Marcos..." "You should join us." "Please, come on in." "I'm sorry..." "ladies and gentlemen." "I honestly don't know what to say" "Come in." "Not you, miss Hilda." "Sorry, only board members allowed." "Mr. Ruiz, would you be so kind?" "Come in, please." "If it weren't for you, this would be a brothel." "Pardon, cher monsieur" "You're very intuitive, madam." "Oh, you speak French?" "A little." "Don Felipe, are you alright ?" "You wanted an explanation?" "Here's your explanation!" "Do you want another one?" "What's goin' on?" "What are you doing to don Marcos?" "Put your finger there, you drunk!" "Don Felipe, keep calm." "Put your finger there!" "I'm not putting it fucking anywhere!" "Behave yourself, here you obey the Foundation." "Fuck your foundation, you old... !" "Don Marcos!" "Shut up, you bastard!" "Don Felipe, do as they say, I'll explain it all later." "Keep calm, don Felipe, do as they say." "Life's hard, my friend." "You can't even talk these days." "Forgive me, don Felipe." "I wanted to help you but I couldn't." "Don't worry, boss, it's only paint." "Comes off in the water." "I was this close, this much." "Look at them." "They're all just stains spread across the painting of life." "Don't be a bore, let's make a toast." "Don Felipe used to say art was a load of shit. I say life is shit." "It's all the same." "So much wasted time." "So many people involved and all for what?" "You can't blame yourself." "You didn't know what the old man was going to do." "It's not as if you're clairvoyant." "You couldn't have imagined he'd get his own back and stick a spanner in the works?" "It's not your fault, so don't blame yourself." "When someone gets hurt they can end up doing anything, and that's not your fault." "Maybe he was right by doing what he did." "But no one will understand that." "You know what?" "In spite of it all, I would've liked to have met him." "Lovely old man." "Tough as well;" "man of action, wasn't he?" "Too bad." "Course he wasn't the type of fellow I'd normally hang out with." "Lowlife; but there're likeable lowlives, though and he was one of them." "Cool, as they say." "See?" "Just like I told you... a cloth..." "bit of water... and off it comes." "Don Marcos... don Felipe asked me to tell you that while he was away... you should take care of the house, because you're the only one he trusts." "He also said no one will like the blue paintings now, so you can keep them and don't do anything to them." "He also said you should go to the room upstairs, he left a present for you there, he said it was a secret." "Sir Marcos and his Lady." "Hilda!" "Sorry for coming in without knocking, there was no one..." "What happened?" "No..." "Yes..." "I mean..." "the thing is ... after don Felipe ruined the paintings, my dad again didn't want to see you." "But I defended you, because I want to be with you..." "...forever." "May I come in?" "But..." "I don't have a job now, I'm not even the Secretary of anything..." "How could I provide you with all you deserve?" "I don't care about anything." "Whatever happens, I want to be with you... my darling love... my boy... I love you so much, hold me, Hold me tight... I love you so much, my little old man." "Me too, my little whale." "Subs ripped by RizzzO" "ANY similarity in this motion picture with ACTUAL" "PERSONS OR institutions, ARE MERE coincidence."