[waves lapping]
[cumbia music playing below]
I don't remember seeing this one.
- Yeah? - Look, it's beautiful.
Here. It's pretty good.
- It's… super close to the beach. - Yeah, it's beautiful.
- Oh no. No, no, no. - What is it?
They don't accept teenagers.
- Well… - I don't think of us as teenagers. I mean…
- [chuckles] - It's fine.
- No? - Come on. Of course not.
We're women, right?
- [softly] Women. - [group laughs]
[upbeat cumbia tune ends]
[bottles clink]
[girl 1 chuckles softly]
This place is seriously the best. I love it here.
Hey. What's wrong?
[girl 2] Feeling down? Here.
I can't believe we're already planning my goodbye trip, actually.
Hey, come on, Tati. This is what you wanted, right?
It's gonna be awesome.
Besides, you'll visit every summer, right?
- Well, actually, it'll be winter here. - Well, I guess you're right.
I mean… if you wanna come back for any reason, we'll be right here, okay?
Waiting for you, hmm?
- Shall we make a toast? - Yeah.
- [all laugh] - [girl 1] All right. [clears throat]
Let's toast to all the wonderful things the future will bring.
- I like it a lot. - Okay, let's do it.
- [group laughs] - [girl 1] Ready?
[foreboding music rising]
- Oh man. This is a little strong, yeah? - [laughs] A little?
- [all laugh] - [girl 1] I love you guys.
- [girl 2] I love you. - [Tati] Mm!
- [girl 1] Okay, okay. Too much love! - [girl 2] Ow. Yeah, too much.
[all laugh]
[ominous music peaks, fades]
What is that?
Have you… ever seen anything like that?
No.
[distant thrumming]
- [rumbling] - [hull creaking]
[mast straining]
Lift the anchor and lower the sail.
[girl 2] Let's go.
[girl 1] The GPS isn't working.
[unsettling music playing]
[gasps] Tati?
Tati? Tati!
Tati, something happened to Loli!
[breathing shakily]
[sinister music fades]
[chanting] …power cuts! No more power cuts!
NO MORE POWER CUTS
[crowd] No more power cuts!
- [horns honking] - [chanting continues]
[man 1, in Spanish] ♪ You don't need a car ♪
♪ Watches that cost half a million bucks ♪
♪ Four high-paying jobs ♪
♪ Or to be a TV star ♪
[both] ♪ No, no, no, no, man ♪
♪ Don't do that, because it's wrong ♪
I told you. Why did we have to bring the car?
[sighs]
But I need one free lane. I mean… No. I do understand, all right?
- Officer. Sorry. - I understand your point, all right?
We're in that car, and we have to go over there.
I mean… could you let us pass? Maybe move that bus…
No, I'm sorry, sir. You have to turn around like everyone.
- [man 2] It's just a few blocks. - [officer] You have to go back.
I'm sorry, sir. Everyone has to turn around.
- [horn blaring] - [protestors clamoring]
[crowd] No more power cuts!
No more power cuts!
What are you doing, asshole? You piece of shit!
He said he'd give me the apartment in six months or so.
That was over a year ago.
Well, I mean, you should've seen it coming.
You know him, don't you?
- I do trust Lucas. - Well…
- It's a lot of money, right? - Uh-huh.
I just want him to either give me the apartment or the money.
Just talk to him, you know? Just gotta face him and talk it out.
- Want me to do it? - No, absolutely not.
- [man 1] I really don't mind. Well… - No, it's between us.
- You shouldn't. I'll deal with it. - Okay. All right.
No, no. No, no. No. I don't have change. I'm really sorry.
I don't have change. I'm sorry. Really. I have nothing.
[nostalgic music rises]
[man 2] Oh, well, talk about an unexpected turn of events, am I right?
[chanting dies down]
[man 3] Man, what a mess. And this guy…
[gentle music fades]
- [man 3] So? - [sighs] Yeah, no luck.
I guess we're just gonna have to go back.
Well, thanks for trying, anyway. Let's just go back, shall we?
[man 3] Go that way. Over there.
["No pibe" by Manal playing]
['70s Argentinian blues-rock continues]
The AC is on, right?
[man 1] Want me to turn it off?
Well, if you could make it colder. It's like an oven here.
- It's at full blast, bud. - Oh? It needs a service, then, I guess.
- [man 3] Ah, shit. - What is it?
- I forgot the whiskey. - Order one.
- Where did you go again? - [man 2] Lansing, Michigan.
What do you do there?
I have a small business I run. I do drywall.
Drywall. Is it good money?
Really good. And unlike here, you can do a lot with your money.
Of course.
Oh, Argentina. What a country, what a mess.
There were protests when I left,
and now, 20 years later, I don't know, I'm welcomed by protests, you know?
[man 1] Maybe you're the problem, then.
Who knows?
[sirens wailing]
Crazy night, huh?
[man 1] Mm-hmm.
[reporter] Reports are coming in that one of the affected locations
is a nursing home, where caring for residents,
including several residents with disabilities,
has become difficult due to a three-day power outage.
And now there's also no running water.
We're hearing that attempts to contact the power company are being met
with unmonitored automated answering machines.
Vicente, my friend, look who's here for you.
- Yeah. What's up, man? - How are you?
- You can park on the left. - All right.
[reporter] Power cuts during the summers are a recurring problem in this country,
and it seems we have yet to find a solution.
[reporter 2] Emergency on the North Side.
- This guy doesn't own a broom? - Hey, show some respect.
…fire at an electrical substation in Vicente López.
[man 2] No wonder those firetrucks were in a rush.
- [Vicente] It's a few blocks from here. - [man 2] Yeah.
[reporter 2] …asbestos. About 15 fire trucks…
- I'll leave you the keys, Vicente. - Sure.
- See you, Vicente. - See you.
- See ya. - [man 3] Let's go.
That shit causes cancer.
- Ah, by the way… - Yeah?
Did you order anything for tonight?
- [man 2] Yeah, some whiskey. - Okay, good.
You can hear the mess all the way from here.
Yeah.
[distant clamoring]
He doesn't like people touching his things, okay?
Well, it's okay that I'm here, right?
- Yeah, yeah. - Look at Tano boasting.
Weird, right?
[man 3] Tano!
[man 1] Lucas, don't let him lie. He didn't make it.
He bought it at San Telmo market.
- You jackass, get outta here! - [both laugh]
He's a hothead.
[Tano] Come on. So…
It looks like something they used for my colonoscopy.
- Hey! - Ana!
- [man 1] Here, let me help you. - What's up?
- Thanks. How are you? - This is Omar, my brother-in-law.
Right. I've met you, right?
And your wife. She's so nice. How is she?
You would have to ask her.
I'm sorry.
Well, when things don't work out, some distance can do you good, y'know?
- Go ahead. The guys are in the basement. - [man 2] Come on. This way.
- [man 1] Need a hand? - Yeah.
PHONE BOOK
Does Tano know you're throwing this away?
It's from '03.
- What use are they, anyway? - [sighs]
Tano always liked to keep things, didn't he?
[Ana] Yeah, but I'm startin' to worry. What if he's turning into a hoarder?
[man 1] Come on. It's a few phone books. It's hardly a Greek tragedy, is it?
[Ana] Not for you, it's not.
["Alguien más en quien confiar" by El Reloj playing]
No, no, no… No, I can't believe it.
Pah.
[Argentinian progressive rock continues]
- [man 2] What do I do? - [man 1] Go.
Well, there.
And?
Tano, you'll wear yourself out thinkin' that hard.
Don't rush me if you wanna stay on my good side.
[Lucas] Should I play, or…?
- [Tano] Go, go, go. - [man 1 chuckles]
- [Lucas] Great. - That's some hair you got here, Ruso.
- Valderrama's got nothin' on you. - Oh, that's not Ruso.
- That's me. - Huh?
And thanks. Good times, right?
Hmm. Well…
- Are we still playing? - Sure, let's do it.
- Nothin' to say? - [Ruso] Nope.
Envido.
No, I got nothin'.
- Hear that? I heard that. Did you? - Let them think.
I… I thought I heard "envido."
- [group laughs] - Ah.
You misheard me. I said, "Real envido."
- Tano, wait. Don't fall for it. - [Tano] I'm not.
He's getting into your head.
Luqui, I'm not falling for anything. Let me play. Let me play.
Come on. Show me what you got.
[trills dramatically]
You are bluffing, you jackass.
- You've got nothing. - Nothing but the balls to get you worried.
- Is that right? - Mm-hmm.
Look at you. He's got nothing.
Are you in?
I'm in.
['70s rock music continues]
Thirty-two.
Jesus, shitty luck.
Wait, what do you have? What do you mean?
I also have 32, but I'm the dealer, so we beat their asses! [exclaims]
That's what I'm talkin' about.
Wait. You need 33 to beat him. Nuh-uh.
- For fuck's sake! - Look at his face!
[Omar, in deep voice] Favalli! Favalli, I am your father.
Man, this thing's awesome. Is it from the war? Where did you get it?
[sighs] It's a souvenir I got in Europe. With emotional value.
Can you put it back, please?
I told you you shouldn't touch Tano's stuff.
I'm sorry. My bad.
- Just leave it there. - Okay. It's fine.
Uh… can I use the bathroom?
- Sure. Upstairs, next to the kitchen. - [Omar] Cool.
Oh my goodness.
[rock song ends]
Ruso, it's not a big deal, but just let me know next time. Okay?
Yeah, I know.
He's all over the place, I get it. But… he's cool. Come on.
I just felt sorry for the guy.
- Yeah, but we had an agreement. - Yeah.
- Well, I mean… - I'll… choose another song.
[Tano] Yeah, go ahead.
- This time, I get to choose. - [notification chimes]
[Ruso] Can you believe they're still going?
[Tano] Yeah, the other night they were there till dawn.
MESSAGE LOCATION
["Salgan al sol" by Billy Bond y La Pesada playing]
[Lucas] Mm, I don't know about you guys, but I could use some booze.
- Tell me 'bout it. - Yep.
Why don't you check and see where the delivery guy is?
- I'll check. - He must be close.
- Yep. - Did you order?
- Of course I did. - Ah.
- You check it. - Sure.
Right, Luqui, listen. You and I need to talk, don't we?
Oh, yeah, of course. I'm gonna show you something you'll love.
Ah.
- [knocking] - It's here.
- What? - [Ruso] The whiskey's here!
- [Tano] Oh, there's Vicente. - [Ruso] The golden liquid is here!
[man 1] Okay.
- What's up? - [Ruso] Vicente!
Here it is.
- [man 1] That's the stuff, right there. - Thanks!
[beads rattling]
[calming music playing on laptop]
[pattering on window]
- [insects buzzing] - [protestors' pots banging in distance]
[rock music playing on car stereo]
- He's a big talker. I like that, actually. - Yeah, of course you do.
I'm about to beat him, but he's talkin' shit.
- Cut it out. - Yeah. Very satisfying.
[distant rumbling]
- [Ruso] Whoa, whoa. - Whoa.
Whoa! It's rainin' already.
- Or is that just some thunder? - Yeah, but you know what they say.
There's no rain without thunder. Like a huge fart when you're pissing.
- Like… [imitates fart] - [both laughing hysterically]
Do you also feel like crying?
Ruso!
Thirty freakin' years, they're saying the same old stupid shit.
Look at them. Look.
[laughs] I don't know.
[Omar] Hey. Come on, Ruso.
[sighs] Sure, one sec.
Are you playin' the flower rule?
Don't talk if you're not playing. You know that rule?
You don't? Huh.
Um… well…
- You hold the fort, Luke. Hold the fort. - [Lucas] Okay, fine.
- Hold the fort. - Save yours for later.
It's a bluff, man.
[music cuts out]
- Oh no. - Come on…
[Tano] Saved by the bell. Saved by the bell.
[Ruso] Don't touch anything, okay? We'll keep playing later. All right?
Yeah, don't worry. No can do. My phone died, so…
- You? - My battery's dead too.
You gotta be kidding.
- What happened? - [Ruso] What about your phone?
I'm also out of battery, but it was fully charged.
- That's weird. - [Ruso] Strange.
Juan, listen. There should be a lantern behind you.
- [Ruso] I burnt myself. - [Juan] Here. Let's see.
- [Lucas] So? - [Juan] Nope.
- [Lucas] Not working? - [Juan] Nope.
Okay. I'll take care of it. Don't worry. I'll do it.
- Well, I mean… - Okay.
- The blackout saved you this time, huh? - Wait, what?
- Yeah! You were shaking like a leaf. - Look at that smile.
- He's lost his mind. - Right? That makes no sense.
You know I can't wait to see the look on your face.
[Juan] We'll see if we can wipe that evil smile off your face.
- It's Machiavellian. - It's not Machiavellian.
- [Juan] Someone had to tell you. - It's a happy smile.
- Shh! Stop talking for a second. - [Juan] What?
Listen.
[thunder rumbling]
- [Lucas] What on earth are they doing? - What's happening?
[loud metallic banging]
[Ana] Alfredo!
- Ana, shit. - [Lucas] What… what happened?
[Tano] I… I'm coming!
Something's happened to Vicente.
I saw him through the window. He collapsed out of the blue.
Do you think it was a heart attack?
Take this.
[lock rattling]
[Tano] Ana, where are the keys?
They're on the table.
God damn it. I always tell you to leave them here.
- [dark, menacing music rises] - There's something in the air.
[wind whistling]
[Juan] It looks like ash.
[Lucas] It's almost as if it were snowing.
Snowing in summer, though?
What if it's what they said on TV?
The electrical station fire.
What, you think it's asbestos?
Tano?
Do you think that's what happened to Vicente?
- Don't open it. - We can't leave him there.
- What if he's still alive? - There's something toxic in the air.
[loud crash]
They didn't slow down.
What the hell is happening?
So, what we heard were cars crashing.
Omar, call Flavia. Call the house.
It's… it's not working, man.
Oh, uh… the landline. Come on.
[dialing]
It's not working.
[receiver clicks]
It's like a cemetery out there.
Ana, did you leave any windows open upstairs?
No. No, I didn't because of the AC.
Go upstairs and check.
Bring bedsheets, blankets, anything. We need to cover all the windows.
We can't let a particle of that shit come inside.
Lucas, come with me.
Come on. Close everything.
Ruso, get the candles.
Give me the lighter. Come on.
[lighter clicks]
[exhales sharply]
[unsettling music building]
[Ruso inhales sharply]
[wind whistling]
[Ruso, quietly] It's freezing.
[Juan] Ruso, come here. Come here.
- Give us a hand, will ya? - Flavia and the kids. They're alone.
We're all in the same boat. I wanna know where Clara is.
Come on, look alive. Look alive, please.
- [Ruso] Flavia and the kids are alone. - Don't worry. Don't worry, man. It's okay.
[Tano] I said it's not working, Ruso. Do something. Come on.
[Ruso] Flavia takes the dog for a walk around this time.
But you live all the way in La Paternal. The ash won't have made it that far yet.
Why are you saying that? You know that's a lie.
- What are you talking about? - [Juan] How do you know that's a lie?
Do you know something we don't?
I don't, but I just don't think lying to him like he's a kid is gonna help.
Don't you realize the man is in shock?
- [Omar] Know what? I'm sick of you two. - [Juan] Yeah?
[Omar] You guys think you know everything. You've been messing with me all evening.
- [Juan] Really? - [Omar] I'm getting out.
- [Juan] How do you plan on doing that? - [Omar] I don't know.
I'll find something waterproof to wear.
Something insulated and get the hell out of here.
[Tano] What's the matter with you? Can't you see how Ruso's doing?
[Omar] You can call me a jackass because this is your house?
[Tano] That's right.
[Juan] It's not my house, and you are a jackass.
[Omar] And what does that make you two? Huh? The truco world champions?
So you leave me out and treat me like shit…
Ruso, where are you going?
[Juan] It's a four-person game. Don't you know that?
[Lucas] Don't open the door! Ruso--
- Get off me! - Ruso!
[Tano] What are you doing?
- [Juan] Ruso, no! - [Tano] Close the door! Close it!
[suspenseful music swells]
- [Juan] No! - No!
[tense music peaks, fades]
[unsettling, ethereal music rises]
- [Juan] No! - [Tano] Oh, Ruso!
[Ana] Why did he go outside?
Why don't you ask this damn son of a bitch that?
What'd you say, jackass?
[Tano] This is all your fault! This is all your fucking fault.
- [Juan] Calm down, guys. - [Tano] You got into his head.
- Son of a bitch! - [Juan] Drop it.
[Tano] You got into his head! It's all your fault!
[wind whistling]
[distant knocking]
Thirty years of friendship, and I couldn't save him.
Well, Ruso has never been impulsive.
No one could've guessed.
Mm. Thanks.
Well, there we go.
The whole neighborhood is completely dark.
Ana…
Did Vicente collapse the same way Ruso did?
They collapsed in the exact same way.
Oh my God.
So everyone out there on the streets…
[inhales sharply] Clara.
Maybe she figured it out, you know? Like us.
I just hope she's at home with her mother.
And that they're okay.
[shutter banging]
That damn thing is driving me crazy. [sighs]
[quietly] Keep an eye on that guy. We wouldn't want him to snap too, right?
- [Ana] Omar. - Hmm?
- Put this on. We don't want you to freeze. - Thanks.
[frantic knocking]
[knocking continues]
[Tano] What was that?
[knocking grows louder]
- [knocking] - [woman, crying] Open up!
Is anyone there? Someone, please help me!
- Help, please! - The connecting door.
- Give me a hand, Juan. Come on. - [Juan] Sure.
- [Tano] We need to move this. - [Juan] Wait, hold on.
- [Tano] There. - [Juan] There we go.
[Ana grunts]
- [men straining] - [pounding on door]
[Juan] There we go. There we go.
- Where does this door lead? - To the garage.
You're kidding, aren't you? My car's there.
I mean, I could've left ages ago.
Yeah, well, we didn't think of it. We never use it.
[woman] Please let me in! A man just died because of that stuff!
- [Ana] Don't we have a key to the padlock? - I think so, yeah.
[woman] Please! I'm freezing out here! I'm freezing to death! Please!
- Help me! - Which one is it?
- [Tano] I don't know. - Well, there are so many.
- [Tano] Yeah, I know. - Let's see.
[woman] Please, I'm freezing to death!
- [Ana] It has to be one of those. - [woman] Can you hurry?
[Tano] Okay, calm down! Calm down! It's not easy, okay?
Who is this person anyway? Is she a friend of Vicente's?
- [Tano] Not that I know of. - Someone who parks in the garage.
[woman] I'm… I'm the delivery girl. The one who brought the whiskey.
Wait, um… I don't get it, I mean,
it was supposed to be a delivery guy, according to the app, right?
We should be careful. What if it is a scam, you know?
[banging on door]
- [woman] Please. - Hey, but we got the whiskey.
What are you still doing here?
[woman] I just had to fix my bike.
And then it all started, and I ran inside. Please, it's freezing out here!
- Tano, we really don't have much choice. - No, don't do that.
- We have to help. - We have to think.
- We can't just let anyone in. - I understand, but what can we do?
Stop pressuring me, Juan. Stop pressuring me!
It's my house and my rules!
- So what do you wanna do? - [woman] It's freezing!
- I don't know. - [Juan] Well?
[Ana] She's a person, and she needs our help, honey.
- [woman crying] - Do whatever you want! Do what you want.
[padlock clatters]
- [rifle cocks] - [gasps] What are you doing, Tano?
Tano.
[woman shivering]
Thank you.
[Juan] Wait, wait. Stay there.
Drop that thing. Drop it.
Come in.
Come on in.
- Thank you. - [Ana] Come here. Sit down.
Come on. Here.
There you go. There. Are you okay?
[Tano] Ana.
[bottles clink]
What the… What even is this place?
Well, my father-in-law built it
so we could get straight from the house to the garage.
[Juan] Where did I park the car?
- No, wait. Wait. Where are you going? - To the office.
That's where he leaves the keys.
And you're just gonna go there without protection?
I mean, the girl was here the whole time. She was fine.
I'll go behind the truck to the window, there.
No, no. But she was sheltered. We already lost Ruso.
I don't wanna lose you too.
Tano, I need to leave. I have to get out of here. Right now.
[Omar] The station wagon.
We can push it up to the window and climb in through it.
[woman sniffles]
[sighs]
But if your name is Ingrid, why did the app show a guy's name there, though?
Jorge Antonio is my brother. It's his account.
I cover some of his deliveries now and then.
What were you doing in the garage after the delivery?
A stupid bolt came loose on my handlebars.
I was trying to fix it after that kind man over there lent me his tools.
That bolt really saved my life.
- Your tea. - [Ingrid] Oh, thank you.
[sighs softly]
The delivery was my brother's.
I shouldn't have taken it.
[sniffles]
[Tano] Slow. Slow. That's enough.
[unsettling music playing]
[parking brake clicks]
[eerie music intensifies]
[Tano] If you're not sure, don't do it, Juan.
Jesus. He's so stubborn, you know?
[Tano] Be careful, Juan.
[Omar] Don't forget to grab some car keys for me too!
Hey. What? Where are you goin', huh?
[exhales deeply]
What are you doing?
- Look at this. - What?
Do you see that?
- [Juan] See what? - [Tano] The old snow changes color.
It loses strength.
[Omar] Hey, enough with the chitchat, you guys!
Give me the keys! I'm freezing to death here. Come on.
- [keys clatter] - [Omar] And the lighter?
- Tano. Tano. - What?
- Give me that for a minute. - What?
- I can't see a thing. - No.
- How am I gonna see? - For a minute. I'll give it back.
Just a minute.
[huffs]
This piece of shit won't start!
[Juan sighs]
Talk about bad fuckin' luck, man.
[engine splutters, dies]
[Juan sighs deeply]
[Tano] "An electromagnetic pulse is the release
of high-intensity electromagnetic energy over a short span of time,
generated by the driving force of the Compton effect."
"These electromagnetic fields can interfere with electronic systems,
causing immediate malfunctions."
Put it in layman's terms, will ya?
[Tano sighs]
A massive surge is generated, and, uh… all the circuits get fried.
- [Ana] Even if they're turned off? - [Tano] Yes. Turned off or even unplugged.
- It wrecks everything through induction. - [Omar] And what generates it?
[Tano] A solar storm, an atomic bomb, I don't know.
[Lucas] Come on. Who would drop an atomic bomb on us?
[Tano] Whatever it is, it's on a much bigger scale than we thought.
[low, somber music playing]
Hey! I see a light over there.
- See? - Who lives there?
- Don Alesio, the baker. - Don Alesio!
You see it?
[Lucas] I thought we were the only ones left.
- Hey! - We need to tell him to keep it closed.
But how?
What if you use the lantern to send a signal?
- Yes, good idea. - Yeah.
So a lot of people must've survived.
Man, is it just me, or is the snow glowing brighter?
No, it's not the snow. It's the sky.
It's almost dawn. Look over there.
- Can he see? - Lift it up.
[Omar] Hey! Over here!
- [Juan] Hey! - Hey!
- [Juan] Hey! - Don't open it.
[gasps]
- [Ingrid sighs] - [tense music fades]
[woman] Honey? Honey, are you okay?
[Ana] No, Mirta, don't.
[Ingrid crying]
This is probably happening to many people out there.
[sadly] Clara.
She wakes up early to go to the club.
I have to warn her. This can't happen to her.
Wait a minute. If you go down that path, you're gonna go crazy. Relax.
I'm gonna go crazy if I stay locked in here.
- I'm gonna go to Elena's. Right now. - How? You'll end up like Ruso.
I'll think of something. I have to go before the sun's up.
- I'm going. - [Tano] You can't! Juan!
- What? - Juan! Let's put a suit together.
- With what? - I don't know. Let's do it how he said.
Waterproof clothing and the mask I have downstairs.
- [Juan panting] - There.
I feel like I'm dressing you for the gallows.
[Ingrid] What's that?
- [Ana] The hanging place. - [Ingrid] Oh. [chuckles]
How far is your ex's house?
[Juan] I don't know. Four or five kilometers. I'm not sure.
[Ingrid] Can I make a suggestion?
Plastic bags. These will keep your feet nice and dry.
- [Ana] Let's do it. Do you have the tape? - [Ingrid] Yeah. It's right here.
There you go.
[Ana] Juan, put this on.
[Tano] Excuse me. Sorry.
I have to go to see my family.
My sister needs to know what happened to Ruso.
- What's that for, Tano? - [Tano] It's for you.
Just hang it over your shoulder. You won't even notice it.
[sternly] No.
[Tano] What if you run into someone out there? Huh?
I won't get into any trouble. I swear, Tano. Trust me. No.
All right.
I'm carrying too much weight. Thanks.
- [Ana] You have enough layers. - [Juan] Right.
- [Ana] This is for the cold. - [Juan] I won't be able to move.
- [Ana] It's freezing. - [Juan] Fine.
There. Okay.
- Good. - [Ana] There you go.
- Great. - [Tano] The mask, Juan.
[Juan] Okay.
[Tano] There. How does it feel?
- [Juan] Tighten it. - [Tano] Okay.
- [Ana] The hood. - [Tano] Right, yeah.
Let me do it. Here.
- I'll tighten it. - [Juan] Mm.
Let's see.
Okay. How does it feel?
It's… it's a little hard to breathe.
Are those filters good, Tano?
How would I know? No clue. They've never been used.
[Juan] Okay. Ready.
Let's do this.
- Give me the mask. - What are you doing?
Have you lost your mind?
All I'm doing is taking back what's mine.
- And what is yours? - The idea of the suit.
You treated me like shit all night, and I'm sick of it.
- Give me the mask. - So you think you're a tough guy?
It's not even cocked, you moron.
- [rifle cocks] - [quietly] Wait… wait.
I am in charge here.
There's the door if you're not happy.
Tano, you don't know me.
You don't know me either, bud.
Asshole.
[heavy, filtered breathing]
[intense, intrepid music playing]
[Tano] Good luck, Juan.
[music dies down]
[breathing heavily]
[mournful instrumental music playing]
NO TO POWER CUTS
[somber music building]
[music peaks, fades]
THE ETERNAUT
[wind whistling]
[eerie orchestral music playing]
Subtitle translation by: Daiana Estefanía Díaz