Killing Strangers

In the modern concept of revolution

the idea is that the course of history suddenly begins anew,

that an entirely new story

a story never known or told before, is about to unfold.

In the modern concept of revolution

the idea is that the course of history suddenly begins anew,

that an entirely new story

a story never known or told before, is about to unfold.

Before they were engaged in what turned out to be a revolution,

none of the actors had the slightest idea

of what the plot or the new drama was going to be.

However, once the revolutions had begun to run their course,

the story and the innermost meaning of its plot

became manifest to actors and spectators alike.

Before they were engaged in what turned out to be a revolution,

none of the actors had the slightest idea

of what the plot or the new drama was going to be.

However, once the revolutions had begun to run their course,

the story and the innermost meaning of its plot

became manifest to actors and spectators alike.

Do you know or not?

We have to wait.

You are an idiot, Torres.

It's moving that way.

That's where we came from.

Fuck!

Is it too tight?

A little bit.

The more an actor wants to entertain an audience

The more the audience will wait to be entertained

But when the actor stops worrying about his audience

the audience will start to observe him.

This happens particularly when the actor is occupied

Only genuine acting can absorb an audience completely.

Making it not only understand but also participate emotionally

in everything that happens on stage.

Enriching them with an internal experience that time won't erase.

To act without an audience

is the same as singing in a hall without resonance.

The purpose of an actor is not to cause a fleeting sensation in the audience.

It's much more valuable to have a silent audience

that will receive a lasting impression.

The actor must inflict life

in all imaginary circumstances

and in all actions

Until he has completely satisfied

his sense of truth.

And until he has awaken

the feeling of reality of his sensations

What difference is there between the dry catalogue of lyrical facts

when we start to familiarize with the play...

Their present appreciation

Now they are living facts

infinitely exciting

they're impregnated with life

actually they're mine.

Give me a sip.

You got here last.

Finish it.

You were the last one, right?

Yes.

So then...?

Why do you ask for water?

Because I'm thirsty.

I don't care, you got here last.

We agreed, right?

Yes.

Yes what?

We agreed.

So then...?

If there is any left over we'll give you some.

There is nothing left.

Torres...

How much farther do we have to go?

We will be there tomorrow at noon.

What do you mean tomorrow at noon?

Well... tonight.

That's better. Tomorrow at noon is too late.

I'm telling you Torres knows what he's talking about.

More or less.

We barely have any water left.

When I was eight years old...

one time...

my parents went on vacation

and forgot to take me with them.

They found out...

once they got off the plane

at their destination.

Because it was high season...

they couldn't come back right away.

I was eight years old

and I had the whole house for myself.

At first it was wonderful.

I had so much freedom

and confidence.

There was lot's of food in the house.

I could do whatever I wanted.

Whenever I wanted.

I liked being alone.

I liked...

doing whatever I wanted to do.

But slowly

things started happening.

I started hearing noises.

Primarily at nights.

I started to be scared.

A sudden fear.

It was fear to what was coming from afar.

Very slowly

I was approaching inevitably...

Some days

I thought there was someone inside the house that wanted to harm me.

Other days were fine.

But the following day

I must have felt someone inside the house.

I started to run out of food.

I also started to run out of water.

I had to ration the water

and to take smaller gulps of water.

I had only one bullet left.

And the desert.

It's sometimes hot in the desert.

The desert is hot.

And without water it's worse.

We also started having problems among ourselves.

We started to fight.

More than fighting, we stopped trusting each other.

Distrusting one another.

Distrusting one another.

I think...

we can never

re-establish trust.

Hello?

I feel like Torres wants to leave.

He is the one who knows where we are going.

I think he wants to abandon us here.

I've been watching him.

Pay attention to the way he acts.

You'll see...

I don't think he'll leave right now.

Cause we're still far away.

But once we get closer...

He is going to betray us.

I think Torres wants to leave.

Where is he going to go?

He knows the way. I think he wants to leave us behind.

I've been watching him.

No way.

Really.

Pay attention to the way he acts.

No way.

I don't think he'll leave us now cause...

We're still far.

But once we get closer he'll betray us.