Baires Page #4

- I know, but I need to get out.

- No, you can't.

In that case,

someone has to get it for you.

Listen, I didn't forget anything, but...

My wife is here in Buenos Aires.

She stayed here...

I have the feeling

that if I board the plane,

- I won't see her again.

- I don't understand.

I think I will regret this

for the rest of my life because...

- I'm sorry to tell you this...

- What's wrong?

I think I'm going to be a dad.

Come with me, please.

Come this way.

Are you all right, man?

Why are you heading to the embassy?

It is not open today.

- So? I told you it was closed.

- I can't believe it.

- It can't be possible.

- What, dude? What now?

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

- I don't know!

- Dude, I'm working here.

- Sorry.

- Tell me where we are going.

Otherwise you should pay me and get out.

- I don't have any money.

- What?

- I don't have any money.

- Are you kidding me?

How will you pay me?

What's wrong, dude?

Is there anything wrong?

- I don't know where to start.

- Start where you can.

Come on.

I came to Buenos Aires

for some personal business.

I came with my girlfriend.

We went to a club, we met some guys...

They drugged me,

because I don't remember anything.

Burundanga.

They kidnapped her.

They put cocaine on me to travel to Spain.

And I didn't board that plane.

Where are the drugs?

You are in trouble.

What the hell I am going to do?

Please, take me to the police station.

No, wait. The police won't buy it.

You'll go to jail.

Listen, run away, vanish.

I don't know where to go.

I know someone who can put you up.

Hi, Andy.

I talked to the girl who owns the hostel.

She will let you stay there

for a couple of days

so that you have time

to think of what to do.

Thank you. I don't know how to pay you.

You can give me some of it.

What happened?

I have to leave a message.

They'll call when it is open.

I can't believe what you've just told me.

It seems fiction.

I can't believe it either.

Thanks for what you have done.

Forget it. I just want to help you.

- You are not from here, right?

- No. No.

Five years ago, I came here

for six months with a boyfriend I had.

- What happened?

- Life happened.

My love for him was gone.

I fell in love with the city.

I stayed here.

Where are the drugs?

Here.

Supposedly, the clothes

are soaked with it.

And you can take it out

with a chemical process.

I carry the rest.

- What will you do with all this?

- I don't know.

- I have to go now.

- Where?

- I need to find her.

- Who?

- My girlfriend.

- Are you crazy?

I need to find her

before the plane arrives in Madrid.

F***. I only have ten hours.

Where are you going to start?

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