When No One Sees Us (Cuando nadie nos ve)

WHEN NO ONE SEES US

CHAPTER 5 SGT. ANDREW TAYLOR

Boy!

I know you're in here.

Huh?

There you are.

Come here.

Come here! Come here!

You brought this on yourself.

- -

Shut up!

- -Shut up!

No, no, no! Please!

-Daddy, please! -

Eat your food, boy.

Eat it!

You like it?

Because you are gonna eat every fucking bit.

Do you have any idea how hard your father has to work to put food on the table?

Fucking shit.

Show me your ways, Lord.

Teach me your paths.

Guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God, my savior. Amen.

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- -

You son of a bitch!

It was you!

- -

-What do you think you'll do with that? -Drink.

Fuck you.

Goddamn it!

Drink.

Finish it.

DECEMBER 2023

Going home for the holidays, Sergeant Taylor?

Staying here.

I don't blame you. Family can be hell sometimes.

- - Whose locker is this?

Mine, sir. Nothing inside but clothes.

Open it.

- -

- You know what this is? -That's not mine, sir.

Don't even smoke.

I know.

- -Good girl.

-Don't worry. - Thank you, sir.

The AES-256 doesn't structure the data sequentially.

It organizes it in matrix blocks of 128 bits

with four rows and four columns.

Understood?

You substitute the bytes in the whole block

to produce an alternative value, and then...

you move the data from the matrix like this.

-See? -Yes, Sir.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

You're, uh, Sergeant Taylor, right?

Military police.

Hm.

Sergeant Miles Johnson.

I, um, hear you're a war hero.

That you saved a bunch of kids during a Taliban attack on a village.

-Where did you hear that? -Another G.I. told me.

You see, I was posted in Bagram for a few months.

It's true, ain't it?

-Eh, there's a lot of stories out there. -

Lot of stories, right.

Well, um, if you'll let me, I would love to get you a beer.

I don't drink.

Well, you can have something else, right?

'Tis the season and all.

Come on, what do you say?

["I'll Be Home For Christmas" playing over speakers]

Õ I'll be home for Christmas Õ

Õ You can plan on me Õ

Õ Please have snow Õ

Õ And mistletoe Õ

Õ And presents Õ

Õ On the tree Õ

Õ Christmas Eve will find me... Õ

You know, I knew we'd end up playing together the first time I saw you.

-Well, when was that? -In the gym.

That stunt with the dog.

Boy, you really scared the shit out of those idiots.

That's just a routine training exercise.

This whole base is like a fucking kids' playground, man.

You know, it's impossible to make any kind of connection with these people.

They really take exception to anyone who stands out from the rest.

Who's different than them.

-Like me and you. -No.

Yeah, you and me, we're not the same. You can trust me.

Okay, well, sorry, but we are.

And, hey, that's great. That's great.

That is why I am giving you my full attention tonight.

And maybe, um...

Maybe you should be doing the same.

Okami?

Yeah. Yeah.

Sorry, I wasn't expecting you until later.

Oh. I can come back.

No, no, no.

-Please. No, no, no. Please, come in. -Okay.

-Welcome. -Thank you.

So you're into Catholic art?

Oh, my family was. Yeah, especially my mother.

This one is by Martín Nieto.

-Very beautiful. -Thank you.

You should see the whole collection. I have some amazing stuff.

So you're a Catholic?

Culturally, I guess, yeah.

Don't you believe in God?

I believe in all gods.

I found it in an antique shop in Aizu Wakamatsu.

-Samurai City. -Mm-hm.

It belonged to a poet in World War II.

He ended up piloting a Zero plane.

A kamikaze.

-A haijin turned tokkotai. -Mm-hm.

I'd love to read his haiku.

So did you learn all that in Okinawa?

My kendo sensei taught me.

So you studied kendo over there?

-I got to fifth dan. -Ah.

-So you're a godan? -Yeah.

You're not how I pictured you.

And how is that?

You're from the base, right?

Sorry, I don't mean to grill you,

but let me ask you one last question, please.

Will you teach me kendo?

-No, hey. -Yeah, sorry.

-Your gaze. -Yeah, yeah. Okay.

Mr. Antonio? I don't mean bother you.

Yes, Rogelia, it's all right. One second.

Just wait here.

-Yes? -I just finished so I'm leaving.

And I left you the pisto and chickpeas in the fridge.

-Okay. -Everything's there in the refrigerator.

-All right? -Wonderful.

-Well, until Tuesday. -Go get rest, Rogelia.

-Same to you, Mr. Antonio. -See you.

-You're leaving? -Yeah.

-I think I should be going. -Sure.

Hey.

Ready to get beat again? -

Hey, hey, no, no, no. It's all fine, all fine, all fine.

Set them up for us.

Hey, why don't you have a drink with me?

I'm sure it would be good for you. Loosen you up a little.

-That's not what I'm looking for. -No?

I need it, man.

Help me deal with all the shit I gotta put up with.

Did I tell you I didn't get picked up by the NSA

because of my psychological profile?

Can you fucking believe that? Do I look like some kind of wacko to you?

-I've seen worst cases. -I got an IQ of 135.

I passed all the technical tests with flying colors,

but I got no girlfriend.

I got no...

No family.

Fuck, man. I don't even got a cat.

And so fucking what? Does that make me...?

Does that make me dangerous or something?

I'll tell you something else.

When it comes down to it, when the dirty work's gotta be done...

it's people like me they call.

Like that son of a bitch Hoopen does.