"Are you gonna stay here?" "Why don't you help us at the shop?" "You gotta straighten up, son..." "Why don't you go home and try to spend a few days with her!" "And let her be, tell her you're sorry... tell her things are going to change... that you'll find something!" "What are you gonna do?" "THE GREAT LEAP OF YOUR LIFE" "Miss..." "I wanted to know how long it took to get a degree?" "Which one?" "Chemical, Industrial, Electrical?" "Electrical?" "Five years they all take five years." "If they all take five years why do you ask which one?" "Young man, everything's here in the brochures." "It's just that..." "Hi, good morning..." "Hey, your fly is open." "What?" " Your zipper's down." " Oh, thanks." "You see them at the bus stop... that's what they do..." "check out girls all day." "And one has to help out... one always has to help out." "On the bus you gotta keep your eyes open." "You look at everybody and figure them out... what is it they wanna do?" "Where do they wanna go?" "Could they also be watching me?" "Until they come back again... fuckers who step over anyone in the way." "You wanna do something... but you can't you control yourself... cause you're not there anymore..." "now you're here you were used to saving, rescuing... coast, mountain and jungle... air, sea and land, day and night." "Not here." "Life is a psychollogy... and without order, nothing exists." "One should think before he acts... walk down the streets and analyze... draw your line, develop your strategy... because the harassment starts at any moment... the traps laid for you in the way... how are you gonna get through?" "You gotta keep looking around... ready for everything, anticipating everyone... always ready to reduce the enemy... with your eyes, with your hands... you check them all out, cause it could come from anywhere... behind you they turn around... they stare at you and you have nowhere to go... they come after you and laugh at you... and you remember everything... if you had to do it, how would you?" "... with terrible ideas coming to your head... the need to do something to someone, anyone... but you can't... you have to control yourself you have to think... there must be an order here, too." "When you were there all you wanted was to come back... but once you're back here... you can't wait for something to take you out... out of here and there, out of it all." "Elisa, the baby's on the floor!" "Will you hold the baby!" "Ok, mom, take it easy..." "No one takes care of him, all day lying on the floor." "Let's go see your stupid mother." "How cute is my baby... come here, cutie... hold on one second... let's go, sweetie... we'll sell a lot at the shop today." " Fuckin' stupid bitch!" " I'm sick of you!" "What the hell is wrong with you... throwing things around my house like that!" "It's okay, mom, I'll handle it." "See the trouble you make!" "Sit down!" "You're the best, mom." "Eat!" "Sit back here!" "What's wrong with you?" "She should be going to school." "But she can go after work, right?" "Here's money go buy her some clothes..." " Santiago, for you." "...nice little things, so guys want to shop here." "Rata, what's up?" "No, I'm staying here for a few days." "What?" "What happened?" "I'll go get you and we'll take your car." "See you later." "Rata... it's me, Santiago." "I fell asleep." "Let's go." "Where are the keys?" "In the trunk." "So what's everybody up to?" "I don't know..." "I haven't seen them again." "And yourself?" "What are you up to?" "Nothing really." "I did some construction work... but it didn't add up to much." "I wanna get out of here." "Get out?" "Where will you go?" "I don't know... wherever." "I'm sick of being here like this." "Why don't you keep the car?" "Use it for whatever." "Use it as a cab... that'll give you some money." "As a cab?" "I don't know." "It's a shitty job." "The idea is to do something useful, you know?" "...to work building something." "Yeah, but you gotta go to school for that... and how much does that cost." "Yeah, you're right." "Well, you could wait for the retirement money." "How much will they give us?" "I hear 600, 800 soles." "What are you up to, man?" "Hanging in there, brother." "Not doing anything really." "What do you mean?" "You gotta tell me these things." "It can't be that our front man isn't doing anything!" "Why don't we get together?" "Sure." "Anytime." "Things always come up." "Cool." "Let me know." "What kind of things?" "All kinds... some of the good, some of the bad." "Give me your cellphone..." "I'll call you later to get together." "I don't have a cellphone." "Call me home." " Hey!" " What?" "He doesn't have a cellphone." "How can it be that our front man... doesn't even have a cellphone!" " That's what I'm saying." " We really suck." "Here's my card." "Call me." "We always hang out together... we go to the beach, we take a walk." "Cool." "We have to see how to make ends meet." "Hey, kid, how are you?" "Did you sleep well?" "Why so serious?" "Did the little kid have nightmares?" "It's so fucking hot, huh?" "You're soaking wet." "Going down for breakfast?" "Yes or no?" "Yes." "Go on, I'll be right there." "Go." "Take a seat, please." "Listen..." "I don't know if here... the thing is, I've heard of the possibility to... you see, I'm a war veteran..." "I fought three years for my country." "Here's my certificate." "I wanted to know... what kind of financial aid could I get?" "I think there are scholarships, things like that, right?" "No, young man, it's not like that here." "Scholarship programs only apply in the provinces not in Lima." "You see..." "I don't have a job out there but I know how to do things..." "I know electrical stuff, carpentry... a bit of everything really." "So maybe you could take that into account..." "I could take an exam... then you'll see... and I could start at some advanced level." "No, young man, we can't do that here." "And how long does it take for a degree?" "It takes three years... it's six terms." "Three years... damn it..." "what should I do?" "The monthly fee is 200 soles... 200 soles... damn it..." "what should I do?" "Three years... 200 soles..." "What should I do?" "What the fuck should I do?" "Let's see..." "what else is there?" "Plan B..." "a cute little brothel... we go to the jungle, and open a whorehouse right there in a small boat." "Sure, some canoe, whatever..." "Five chicks, we buy them some clothes... and we got it made..." "a travelling whorehouse." "Yeah, I see..." "delivery!" "You guys remember Officer Cacique?" "That fucker opened a nightclub!" "He started dealing with gold and drugs... then he built his club... and the piece of shit lives like a king!" "That guy was a son of a bitch." "A motherfucker, remember?" "He used to get drunk all the time... raped the girls in the village... ran away from the base... we'd find him wasted in the middle of town." "What a piece of shit." "What if we go to the jungle and work on cocaine?" "We know the terrain... we know all the bosses, and they know us, too." "The problem with that is it's easy to get in... cause they know us... but once you wanna get out with your money... you think they'll let you?" "No, man, there's no way out of that." "There we were the best... armed up to our teeth, we destroyed everything... we decapitated terrorists, buried ecuadorians... that's how it was..." "killing all the time... men, women and children..." "every day... here, we're nothing now... some work as busdrivers..." "others as bodyguards... war veterans are everywhere... but nobody recognizes us... nobody knows who we are... but you can recognize a war veteran... by the way he carries his gun... the way he walks, the way he looks." "That's it... you've seen the Credit Bank in La Molina?" "A bank, guys, a fucking bank!" "We design our operation like any other mission... and that's it... check out the security, the takeovers... just a matter of practice... we're five... we get one more guy, and that's it... perfect." "A bank..." "allright but no shooting..." "no killing anybody." "But it has to be like back then... kill before you get killed... you shoot down a cop, fucking bad luck for him." "But we've gotten out of everything... only to go back to the same shit!" "Remember how it was... you always figured your way out of everything, right?" "Now it's a matter of figuring out a way here... do things as if it were another mission... and we all work on it together." "Then we should call up Amasifuen." "And Rata, he can help us plan the whole thing." "No, Rata won't like to get into this." "But that's when you come in, Santiago... talk to him, and we will get together tonight." "What is it, Santiago?" "Quit military life to start robbing banks?" "I don't get it..." "What's the point?" "Risk our lives again?" "It's just as dangerous, why go back to the same stress." "Here they'll never remember us... or what we've done." "We gotta do something, man." "You told him already?" "When is he gonna leave?" "You done here?" "Go check on the girl, then clean up the rooms." "That's my kid." "How are you?" "Look up!" "Look at me in the eyes!" "That's more like a real man!" "None of my kids look away from me!" "What's up, son?" "Calm down, you're with daddy." "Tell me, how are things?" "It's tough... jobs that I don't want... as a guard, as a servant." "But you gotta do something... your mom told you already?" "What?" "That I can't stay here anymore." "You gotta solve your problems, son." "Can I stay for lunch today?" "Of course, son!" " Just for today" " No, no... whenever you want." "Just go on now... but remember... whatever you need... from the bottom of my heart... you can count on me, son." "Rata!" "Ambush at 3!" "I don't know, brother... something will come up." "Listen, the bank job might be dangerous... but it's the only thing we've figured out." "Let's do it, man... for old times' sake." "Just to have a mission again." "You're the only one missing." "I've already made up my mind here." "I quit the navy... to clean up my conscience because just as I can't sleep at night..." "I know you can't either." "Do you sleep?" "And if we go on with things like that... we'll never have a clear conscience." "I remember everything... every day and it doesn't let me sleep." "I wanna take it easy now don't wanna fill up my head with more stuff." "Buddy, how much to Arriola?" "5 soles." "Let's make it 4, okay?" "Hey, man, to Averno?" "To the Herradura?" "How much to the Arenales Mall?" "3 soles." "Let's go." "Shut the fuck up!" "Everything's fucked here!" "We should kill all these fucks!" "Here..." "Thanks." "To "Calle 8"?" ""Calle 8"!" "You're kidding... don't tell me you don't know where "Calle 8" is!" "It's right here, I'll show you." "You brought your party clothes, right?" "What a whore!" "You leave the books at home and go out like this!" "It's the bad influence" "What bad influence!" "With that angel face, she's worse than us!" "On the corner take a left..." "Weren't you in class today?" "Of course, you sat at the back... remember?" "What a player!" "At least let the driver go!" "Yeah, shut up, we're almost there." "Where you see those people, that's it." "How should we split it?" "Whatever!" "For being a player now you pay!" "Why don't you come, have a few drinks... being in classes sucks!" "Come... forget the teachers and everything." "The guy's mute, girl, let's go." "To Campo de Marte?" "Let's go." "You ask me how I'd like it to be?" "You really want me to tell you?" "Listen, Mari, this is this... the table is the table..." "it isn't anything else the floor is the floor, here we eat, there we walk... everything has a reason for being without order, nothing exists." "I was thinking now... and wrote down a plan here" "Starting tomorrow... we'll sleep until seven... we'll make breakfast in half an hour we'll have it between 7:30 and 8... then I go to class, you go to the market... buy all you need for lunch... and we have lunch at 14 hours when I get back." "For breakfast we can have whatever you want... always with some soy or cereal." "For lunch on mondays ceviche tuesdays, chicken, wednesdays, beans, thursdays, noodles, fridays, quinua... saturdays, you do whatever you want... don't think I'm trying to impose things on you... and sundays, we eat out." "Then I take the car... you do whatever you have to do." "This is this, the kitchen, the table... everything has an order, a reason... without order, nothing..." "I'm the man, you're the woman." "I prepared something here..." "I was just waiting for you to ask" "Seven... wake up..." "seven thirty... breakfast... to class... market..." "lunch..." "Want some bread?" "There's no butter or cheese... there's nothing." "They paid me." "They gave me my retirement money... and I've started using Rata's car as a cab." "And you wanted to give it to me?" "You keep it, Santiago" "I don't need it." "Besides, we have to buy a few things... we gotta fix the kitchen, finish up the house, right?" "I'm exhausted..." "I saw a fridge that I liked... we gotta buy one, we can't go on like this... we can't keep any food." "Let's go buy it on Thursday, okay?" "I can't tomorrow." "What?" "Are you going out?" "Eat your bread!" "Eat your bread... eat your bread!" "And don't forget, the fridge on Thursday, ok?" "Now eat your bread." "Is mom home?" "In her room." "Can you take me for a ride?" "Wait up, gotta give something to mom." "She's locked herself in her room since the morning." "She'll be out soon... let's go for a ride... when we get back I'm sure she'll be out." "Where do you think you're going!" "It's Coco and Elisa... they always go at it like that." "One of these days I'm gonna kill you!" "You're a piece of shit!" "Come on, let's go for a ride." " Fag!" " Bitch!" "What the fuck are you looking at!" "Let's go, Santiago..." "Fuck off!" "Just for a little while." "...you won't make enough money, you'll get robbed... but that's not it." "The real problem... is that you're sitting down all day." "At the beginning that's okay, but after one, two years?" "Your kidneys break into pieces... and your bones, and everything goes bad... because each minute that goes by... the cartilages in your body wear out... you'll suffer when you're old... that's the real problem of the cabdriver." "So you have to exercise... run at least two hours a day... to improve your blood circulation because your blood's in your feet all day... and you destroy your kidneys!" "Leave me here!" " What?" " Let me off here!" "Where have I told you to stand!" "Who said you could go for a ride!" "No, that's all yours, don't give me anything." "And Mari, how is she?" "Go take that money to her... buy things for your home." "That girl loves you... you should make it work together." "I'm sure she wants to have kids... have you talked about that?" "It's time, right?" "Leave." "Six years there... no weekends, no parties, nothing." "Here... three in the afternoon, a weekday, and look... they're all dancing, drinking... having a good time." "All the kids from the institutes... all the youth from Lima... the future of the country... here there are no missions or ambushes." "Six years unable to have a good time like all the rest." "So you did hang out here!" " Want a beer?" " No." "I wasn't gonna give it to you anyway." " Let's go dance." " What?" " Let's go dance!" " No!" "I don't dance." "I don't know how to." "Forget him, let's go." "First, you have to analyze everything... figure out how things work... do a follow-up and distinguish... how everyone dances, how they look at each other." "Then you choose, at the back... someone who looks lonely... someone you want to rescue." "Then... you figure out a strategy" "The first step... ask her to dance... you tidy up yourself and walk to her the key is to be nice, polite... they like that." "Cause if you go and say" ""girl, how's it gonna be?"" "That won't get you anywhere." "You look at her, tidy up, walk... and try to be a real gentleman." "You smile, cause otherwise... she won't look at you the same way... and you say..." ""excuse me, friend, do you dance?"" "And that's it." "The second step... talk to her." "Now that depends on how she dances... if she lets you guide, if she makes eye contact... you just go with the flow... and dance to her rhythm." "Only then you start the conversation..." ""excuse me, friend, what's your name?"" ""Carla"" ""How old are you?"" ""Eighteen"" ""Where do you live?" "You go to school, right?"" ""How did you know?"" ""I go to school, too"" "And when the song's over..." "Carla, I'm by myself... would it be okay if we hang out together?" "And that's it." "You tidy up and walk..." "that's it." "You just gotta take the first step... but that's it." "I suppose you'd like to buy it on credit, right?" "Yes" "Well, there's an initial fee of 100 dollars... then you have to pay 33 dollars... every month for two years." "Yeah, we know." "What company do you work for?" "My husband is a retired marine." "Ministry of Defence..." "Peruvian Navy..." "Armed Forces Unit..." "Naval I.D. Card..." "Third Sea Official..." "Navy Seal Santiago Roman Arce." "Yeah, sure... but if it has expired... it has no value now, you're retired." "But there must be a way... considering what I am, right?" "Listen, pal, if you wanna buy... a fridge without any troubles... you must earn at least 800 soles monthly." "Well, this is how much they gave us as retirement." "Let's see... sure, this would be enough... for the first months, but then?" "Well, then I'll get some more." "You say it's 33 dollars each month..." "I can get that." "I'd like you to understand... that if fees add up... then we'll have serious trouble." "Then what are you saying?" "That I can't get 33 dollars a month... to pay for a fridge!" "Mister, it's not my fault I've been paid so little... but there's no need to mock me." "I'm not mocking you." "What I want you to understand is... maybe there are other things you need money for." "Or does your wife have a job?" "What do you care!" "Is that enough to make fun of me?" "Pal, I'm not at all." "I've fought for my country, mister!" "What have you done for your countrt?" "I'm sorry but those are the conditions." "You think you can humiliate me... in front of my wife and all these people!" "Calm down." "Is it my fault what the government pays!" "And is it mine?" "You still mock me!" "Please, sir, be kind enough to leave." "Just one more thing... he made fun of me, humiliated me... let him say just one more thing..." "I've been useful, sir... what's your use?" "Just one more word." "What!" "Nothing, forget it, let's go home." "I'll look somewhere else and I'll pay." "Don't you worry about it." "Don't assume you always have to pay!" "Where did you park the car?" "Why is it in your sick mind..." "They're so much fun, huh?" "Yeah, they're the best." "It's strange... you seem so different." "Think so?" "We all do the same things." "You go out with them every day?" "Every single day." "Thanks, see you later." "You fucked up with your woman now... now you just have to make an effort" "I'm not saying you should buy her flowers or anything but..." "I don't know... buy her an apron, a broom... one of those things women like." "Why do you look at me like that?" "What's your problem?" "I know I also beat up Elisa..." "I tell her I'm gonna kill her and everything, but a couple of blows and that's it... you gotta keep things in peace, man." "Gotta go." "Wait up... where are you going?" "Let's go for a couple of drinks." "Sorry." "You're fucked up, man... fucked up!" "What if both of them are at the disco?" "We'll let you know." "Still I'm gonna have to make up my mind." "Whoever buys you more beer is the one!" "I think you should choose the most polite one." "Who's nicer?" "The best kisser!" "What way is this, man?" "I turn right here, and that's it." "Isn't it longer this way?" "But it's a different way." "So?" "I always take different ways... always... hadn't you realized?" "When I go to class... when I give you guys a lift, too..." "I just know there's always somebody following me." "There's nothing wrong with that... that's just the way I think..." "It's okay..." "I'm just more calmed that way." "And if someone comes and says... that there's no one following me..." "I tell him he's crazy... there's always somebody right there behind you." "Okay... cool..." "great..." "later." "Mari?" " Andrea?" " Over there!" "Is it true you're quitting school?" "You can't quit!" "You can't stop studying!" "Or try to apply again next year for college." "Maybe if you were old or sick... but look at you!" "You're perfect" "The luck you have... you know what would have happened... a few years ago had you been a guy?" "They'd have enlisted you, and taken you... to fight the terrorists, the ecuadorians!" "Jesus, if I'd only had the opportunities you guys have now." "You have what's most important!" "You gonna get like that over nothing?" "You haven't even began, how old are you?" "18?" "Seventeen." "Jesus, so young." "Have a drink." "Better?" "Cheers." "Gotta go to the bathroom..." "be right back." "We're leaving!" "Wait up!" "Sandra's still dancing." "What's with the face?" "Besides, my friend went to the bathroom..." "I have to wait for him." "Then I'm leaving." "Santiago!" "Why do they like that?" "What?" "It shouldn't be like that." "Why do they like guys... who just want them as a pastime?" "What's that good for, they deserve better." "And what about guys?" "They're with anybody just to kill time!" "Why can't we do the same thing!" "And why are you defending them?" "Do you go around chasing guys all day, too?" "Well, I don't." "You see." "You're not like that." "Yeah, but I don't see anything wrong with it." "If they like it, cool." "Why don't we go out tomorrow?" "Sure, we'll meet at "Calle 8"" "No, not there, come on... it gets tiring." "Why don't we go out by ourselves?" "No." "What for?" "Bye." "Elisa?" "What happened?" "Your brother is crazy... he beats me up every day... said he's gonna kill me next time." "You going out again?" "No." "I thought you were gonna kick me out yesterday." "But you understand, right?" "I know you realize." "What?" "Your brother... he's like a little beast" "You know what I've been thinking?" "What?" "Cause with your fucked up brother everything went to hell." "How come I didn't marry you?" "So quiet and nice." "That's what I've been thinking... since you came back." "Don't get scared now..." "What do you say?" "Why are you still with him?" "You should start a new life elsewhere you say yourself he's a waste, an animal why do you go on?" "Where am I gonna go?" "Lmagine me by myself!" "So then what?" "So then it's you, Santiago..." "Wouldn't you like to find me here every night?" "Have me here every time you get home?" "Well then..." "There... when you were there... do you remember how many it was... do you remember how many you killed?" "You don't... you just killed, right?" "If it were the same here... if you had to kill to move on... and if I asked you to... would you do it?" "To always have me here?" "What's your problem, buddy?" "Wanna fuck up her life!" "I don't get a word you're saying!" "Speak up, fucker!" "Besides, in those years... there were no jobs... there was terrorism... blackouts... the sure thing was military life." "And why didn't you stay?" "Because of people... people in there who are totally rotten." "If you're not like them, they don't care." "They'll lock you up." "They'll kill you." "Anything can happen to you." "At the beginning you love everything... you like all that shit." "It's the best... to go out on patrol with your friends... to go out on missions... it's so much fun." "Being in the jungle... carrying your gun, your grenades... the adrenaline rush... you feel like Rambo!" "Anything can happen... anything." "For example... what if you're out on patrol... and someone farts." "You're there... middle of the jungle, middle of the night... a fart." "What do you do?" "It could be the enemy's, they could be next to you." "Quickly you have to smell the fart... is it Rata's?" "Yogui's?" "Hitler's?" "And if you don't know your friends' farts you're fucked!" "Cause you can locate the enemy through a fart... but they can also find you out." "And if you don't realize, you're screwed... stones start flying all over, the shooting breaks out... and people start to fall dead." "And everything for a fart." "What?" "No, nothing..." "I just didn't think..." "What?" "I mean... if you wanna be more than friends, that's okay... but maybe there's no need to rush into it." "Hey... do you still carry a gun?" "You do, right?" "Come on, let me see... show me your gun" "Let go!" "... and now we go live with Monica Castro-lglesias who's by the Commercial Bank that was robbed yesterday." "Thanks..." "we're back at the location... to give you exclusive information." "The authors of the 40,000-dollar robbery might be ex-Navy Seals." "That's the hypothesis... given the initial investigations... supported mainly by witness declarations... confirming that the behavior of these robbers... wasn't that of ordinary thieves." "The investigation would have arrived at the identification... of three of the possible robbers... two of them with a history in similar crimes." "They are..." "Antonio Quispe." "Known as "Farandula"..." "Sandro Castro, known as "Cool mac Cool"... and Igor Merino, known as "Buitro"." "The terrible thing about this information... is that it deals with people who served our country... and who would have gone from being almost heroes... to skillful criminals." "That's it for the moment..." "I came to..." "To what?" "Yesterday I went home and you weren't there..." "I thought you were gonna stay, what happened?" "Come in..." "He's sleeping." "I came to take you away, as you said you wanted." "Sure, sure, but come..." "Wait." "You want me to talk to him?" "He's drunk, Santiago... what could you say!" "What are you doing?" "You liked it the other day, right?" "What?" "You gonna tell me you're afraid of him?" "Aren't you?" "Didn't..." "Couldn't you be a bit more dignified... and not be such a disgusting whore!" "What have you been telling this guy?" "Fucking bitch!" " Leave her" " No, let me go!" "Let me go and listen!" "Come on, tell him... do you really want me to leave you?" "Let him hear it!" "What's happened to you?" "It's okay now." "Good morning, sir, where are you going?" "Wait on the side, please." "On the streets you realize... that being here is worse than being there." "Sometimes I wish I could go back there... with everybody else... go out on patrol... on missions... and save... at least one." "I'm not going anymore." "Then let's go talk somewhere else, like you wanted." "What for?" "Just to talk... you know I don't want anything else." "I got that pretty clear the other day." "Andrea... you know we get along very well..." "I know you like me..." "I don't know anymore." "But you always liked talking to me, right?" "You always looked very comfortable." "Look... the other day... don't be scared, it's my gun." "The other day you wanted me to show you my gun, right?" "Here it is." "See?" " Okay, Santiago." " But hold it." "Hold it." "Didn't you want the gun?" "Grab it... it has no bullets, you can play around with it." "No bullets, see?" "Hey, what's going on!" "These people, huh?" "They don't realize anything, right?" "You are different, do you realize?" "Get back!" "Everybody down!" "Calm down, don't worry..." "I'll save you, I'll get you out... your hands on your head!" "Drop the gun!" "Shut up, motherfucker!" "Open the door!" "Stay back, pal" "Let the girl go." "Elisa, listen to me..." "I've come to take you with me." "Listen to me!" "If you don't come with me, he'll end up killing you." "And if he doesn't, then you will." "Coco!" "Shut up!" "Didn't you want me to kill him!" "Have you told him to kill me now!" "Let him go!" "He better take off and not come back again!" "He won't, but let him go!" "Santiago, please, go... why does it have to be like this with you!" "You never listen!" "No, Santiago, please, son... forget about them... they have their lives... she'll never go with you!" "Please, listen to me!" "We have our own lives here... let us be." "Please, son, you have to go..." "Son, please, no... you'll ruin your life!"