La memoria del muerto Page #4

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Stop it!

I'm going to the toilet. I've been

pissing myself for six hours now...

Why don't you comment now

on how badly I speak, a**hole!

Paraguayan sh*t.

Daughter, honey, I brought you something.

- Mom.

- Leave her, she's fine.

Mauro, I found you.

Milagros?

Is it you?

If I wasn't afraid that he'll kick my

teeth in, I'd break his face, I swear.

Don't let it get to you

he's sick.

Living like that burns you inside out.

You become pure sh*t.

You're right.

Luckily he wasn't seeing Jorge so much

during the last time, right?

Thanks to you.

Mauro is right.

No, you don't want to...

Why did you bring me here

if you don't want to?

Why are you wearing those clothes,

why did you put on that makeup?

She doesn't want to and

I have to believe her.

The f*** you don't want to,

the f*** you don't want to...

You love it, little girl, you love it...

I'll leave, I'll leave forever.

I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving...

Why did you bring us into this nightmare?

A person just died!

I don't have to take your questioning!

I'm acting in the name of love...

while you do it in the name

of interest and comfort.

No, what you're saying is bullshit.

If you're afraid to love and to fight for it,

you don't even deserve to be alive, Fabiana.

Are you listening to yourself, freak?

You don't have to say anything

because you're a coward...

...who was always used to losing it all,

starting with Jorge.

Calm down, Fabi, don't listen to her,

she's too worked up.

Worked up? Let's see if you understand,

she's completely crazy.

Not crazy, overwhelmed by pain.

She couldn't take Jorge's death, poor thing.

Don't go too far with

that lenient view, huh?

It's dangerous to paint each landscape one

looks at with one's own feelings.

It's good I didn't understand what the

f*** you meant, or I would've argued.

Do we search for Hugo?

Do you think so?

The more we are, the better, right?

Cry, cry my little boy,

cry, cry with momma, yes...

There is no better place...

I won't let that little

Paraguayan sh*t use you...

That disgusting b*tch.

You deserve better, my love, better.

Stay here with momma.

That's it, momma's going to take care

of you, we'll always be together...

Is that blood?

Why do you do this to me?

Answer me, Mumi, why?

- Is it a disease, where you born a slut?

- No.

What do you do when I'm not around?

Are you going about looking for fresh meat?

Huh? Answer me, little slut.

Go away, go away.

Now you tell me to go?

My baby cries so much,

so much she cries, cry please, cry...

Cry more for daddy...

Calm down, nothing's going to happen,

I'm with you.

I'm with you...

I'm with you.

Come with me, come.

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