The Hidden Face (Bunker / La cara oculta) (La cara oculta)

Hello, Adri.

Um, this isn't easy.

I wasn't strong enough to tell you face-to-face.

Maybe this is the way to avoid useless arguments.

I'm leaving.

I love you so much...

...but I can't carry on with you.

Please don't look for me, and don't hate me.

THE HIDDEN FACE

(MELLOW JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

Good evening.

What are you having?

Whiskey with one ice cube, please.

Right away.

I don't like seeing men cry.

When a man cries, it's because he feels guilty.

Not always.

Excuse me. We're closing up.

Never mind.

Are you all right?

No, I'm not all right.

What's up, pal?

What are you doing?

Leave him, he's drunk. Let's go.

But he hit me! Didn't you see?

Let's go. It's over. Sure, sure.

What happened?

Why did they hit you?

Nothing happened.

Careful.

Ooh. Ah.

Does it hurt?

No, it's nothing.

You can't go like this.

I'll call a taxi. Where do you live?

Where do I live?

(DRAMATIC CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

- No. - What are you doing? Ha, ha.

I'm conducting.

What's the tempo?

Don't turn it down, I'm conducting.

Forcefully.

Don't fall down.

One, two, almost there.

Three, four. Good.

- Careful. - Where's a sofa?

Careful.

Good morning.

Where am I?

My Place.

I have to go.

Adrian, isn't it? I'm Fabiana.

- How do you know my name? - You told me.

What happened last night? Why were you fighting?

I really have to go.

Thank you.

(PLAYING DRAMATIC CLASSICAL MUSIC)

That's all for today.

(MELLOW JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

Whiskey with one ice cube.

I came to apologize.

I was a dick this morning.

Yes, that's true.

I also wanted to thank you for helping me.

You didn't have to.

- Anyone would've done it. - No, I don't think so.

Excuse me.

Would you like to sit with me?

No, I can't, I have to work.

Sure. Then I suggest something.

What?

Wow, this is incredible.

The instruments are arranged from lesser to greater volume.

First the strings: violins, violas, cellos and basses.

Then woodwinds, horns and percussion at the back.

And that's it.

It's a very special place. Thanks for bringing me.

You're welcome.

- I like seeing you like this. - Like what?

Relaxed, happy, okay.

I bet you're married or have a girlfriend.

Neither.

I like this mirror.

Fabiana.

Hello.

- Have you been up long? - No.

Want some breakfast?

Let's go.

This place is huge.

Why don't you live in the city?

It's quieter. I concentrate better.

Nature is inspiring.

Yes, but not just the beautiful side.

I like what's behind too, hidden, you know?

Hmm.

- When do you go to work? - I'm not working today.

No? I am.

Sleep here tonight.

I'll pick you up later.

All right.

Okay.

Morning, maestro. - Morning.

Maestro.

I assume there's no news of Miss Belen Echeverria.

- I don't know anything. - Have you got company?

Are we interrupting?

Come in.

BUITRAGO If I may.

Nice to meet you, miss.

Francisco Jose Buitrago, DA's office.

Fabiana Caicedo.

- Bernardo Ramirez, my partner. - How are you?

Your girlfriend hasn't left the country.

I confirmed it with Immigration.

- We want to look at the house. - Is that necessary?

Absolutely, maestro. You never know.

- What was your name? - Fabiana Caicedo.

Fabiana. If I may.

Ah.

Beautiful.

Very nice. Very nice.

Congratulations, a very pretty house.

- Thanks a lot. - Yours, isn't it?

Rented.

How long have you lived here?

Almost two months.

Did Miss Echeverria leave anything?

A few things in the bathroom. Creams, a toothbrush.

And work items. That's her workshop.

What's going on?

She didn't disappear. She left me for another man.

- The police are investigating. - It's routine.

They don't know anything.

Her friends or family in Spain?

I tried every means to contact her. They never replied.

Nor do I want to alarm anyone.

Aren't you worried?

Of course, but I know she's all right.

You don't think she's dead?

No.

- What if she was kidnapped? - Please.

Do they think I've got her buried in the garden?

What are you doing?

Come up, it's late.

- I'll be right there. - I'll be waiting.

(THUNDER CRASHES AND FABIANA SHRIEKS)

- Fabiana. - Adrian, don't scare me.

What's wrong?

I don't like the lights going out in this place.

They do when it rains. It's fine.

Are you all right?

Come here.

See? It comes back on its own. Ha, ha. Don't be scared.

You're so clean.

You left me waiting.

The water was lovely.

- Oh, yeah? - Yes.

Can you get the dog out, please?

Hans, out.

Fabiana, don't you think it's a bit rushed...

...this guy going out with you just after his girl vanished?

No, I don't.

(UPBEAT POP MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

I wouldn't be so calm if I were you.

- Why? - He's a suspect.

That doesn't mean he is guilty.

Besides, she left him.

We don't know that for sure.

Are you jealous?

You finally got what you wanted, a guy with money.

Better than a cop with a shit salary.

You may be right.

(PLAYING DRAMATIC CLASSICAL MUSIC)

Tito.

The orchestra manager. Remember?

I'd like you to meet Fabiana.

- Hi, nice to meet you. - Oh, I saw you.

I was right behind you in the concert. Roberto Peña.

Fabiana Caicedo. Nice to meet you.

Tito makes sure all this comes off perfectly.

He's a wonderful boss.

On the contrary, Adrian, you know we were lucky...

...and privileged to have you.

The orchestra and I won't forget you.

I'll miss you when I go, which is soon.

That's life.