Men of Hard Skin (Hombres de piel dura)

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- Who wants more? - Me!

Ariel, is that your father?

- Can I go? - Yes.

Thanks for your help.

You're welcome.

Less religion, son, and more farm and family, okay?

At least for the next few months.

Your sister's having a hard time with uni, in case you didn't know.

What do you say?

Can you let me out here?

It'd be easier for me...

since your body can't handle it,

- if you put, like... - Will you stop the truck?

Please!

And cut that crap about my body.

Watch how you talk to me!

- Are you coming for dinner? - Maybe.

Good afternoon, Dora.

- How are you? - I'm fine.

Do you know where Omar is?

He's on a retreat for a few days.

Why didn't he tell me?

Why should he?

Does he need your permission?

We had a scheduled conversation.

A very important one.

Men of Hard Skin

Looks like we'll have to rent a tractor again.

Ours is burning more and more oil.

If that's your only problem?

No, kid.

We've got tons of problems here.

And all at once.

Cold mornings will be a problem.

The rings are shot.

In case you didn't know.

Of course I don't.

That's what you're here for.

You know so much!

Of course I do!

- That's what I said! - Yes.

But you meant something else...

like you could ever fool me.

How could I ever fool you?

- Not a chance! - Don't mock me, brat!

- But I was only... - No 'buts'! Cut it out!

I'm done dealing with losers.

Are you talking about me?

Ariel!

It's for you.

Say "thanks" at least.

Thanks, Betina.

Yeah?

Who's this?

Hello.

Ariel?

Excuse me.

This young man insists on speaking to you for a moment.

I'll take care of him, thanks.

Who gave you this address?

I don't understand you, love.

Instead of explaining to me why,

you disappear without warning.

I'm trying to deal with a crisis.

What's up with you?

The thing is – when we're not together...

I don't know where you are or who you're with.

It upsets me.

Why don't you let me know?

I'm going through a vocational crisis.

What don't you understand?

I can't believe that all you care about is a moment of sex.

You're so wrong about that.

You keep saying all I care about is fucking,

but you know you're the only man I've ever been with.

Here you go again, babe.

You're selfish, possessive, and suffocating.

Can we go to your room for a bit?

Ariel,

I think it'd be better if you started seeing other people.

I can't give you anything more, as much as I want to.

Don't do this to me again!

I feel sick seeing us like this.

Don't ever look for me again. That's an order!

The thrill of the first years.

Excuse me?

This isn't just any ordinary retreat.

And I feel you and I share a very special situation.

I feel like an old bag of bones...

every joint aching from gout.

The only thing that works better now than in my youth is my memory.

The irony!

Why is it ironic?

Because memories torment us, my friend.

And those young eyes

that once fascinated us so much and made us dream...

now look at me from the depths, waiting for an explanation.

What explanation could I give?

What I'm going through is a lot different from what Ariel feels.

Ariel?

Yes.

The young man that visited me.

I had to be persistent to overcome his shyness.

And look at him now.

For 30 years, I was in charge of a parish.

But because of something that happened with a boy a long time ago,

I'm now an outcast.

Are you being prosecuted?

No.

The statute of limitations has expired.

But it recently came to light.

I see.

If he worked as hard as he cries, we'd be loaded.

What are you up to now, you nut?

Just one brother who pays me a little attention.

Any ideas?

I've been very introspective lately.

Who taught you that phrase?

Someone I met once.

And I guess we won't talk about that someone, right?

Right.

So what will we talk about?

We could talk about my nosy sister.

You're hopeless, dude.

That boy lost his way.

Drugs, crime...

that's the life he chose.

Sure, but that's unpredictable.

Besides, it was his decision.

It was just as unpredictable as what happened next: he took his own life...

and left a letter to his family detailing what had gone on between us.

That's where my torment began.

His relatives plastered my photo all over town next to the word "rapist".

And what did you do?

I tried to talk to them, but they despise me.

I know at some point they'll attack me.

Either way, you can stay here,

or with some relative.

The rest of my family is in Italy,

and I'm no longer in touch with them.

Besides, I'm too old to play hide and seek.

I just don't have the energy or the motivation for that anymore.

I'm going back to my parish.

I'll leave you my address and phone number in case you need anything.

Don't hesitate to call me.

What's left for us if we can't be there for each other, right?

Excuse me...

where can I find the student Galarza?

Galarza has dropped out, Father.

Didn't you know?

Thanks.

You know I provide special spiritual support

to the student Luis Galarza.

Are you aware of the tragedy that affected his parents?

And...?

I'd like to know what happened to him.

Why he stopped coming.

Galarza no longer attends this school.

His grandmother requested a transfer.

Omar...

we both know the price of following this vocation:

sacrifice and faith.

Those are our tools.

More than any other.

Work on detachment.

Listen to me.

What are you talking about?

Work on detachment...

for everyone's sake.

You know what I mean.

Why?

It wasn't me.

My grandmother got suspicious and decided we had to move.

Where to?

Very far away.

To another province, I think.

She won't tell me.

Try to reach me as soon as you can.

Write to me.

I can't promise anything, but I'll try.

Let's go, Luis!

If we both decide...

think about it.

Bye.

Think about it.

My dear neighbors,

the topic we are about to discuss

touches on a very real dilemma –

one that affects us all, in one way or another.

I'm talking about distraction and its consequences.

Nowadays our senses are bombarded by countless stimuli:

the assault of blaring music...

the fear of street violence...

the harm a stranger can suddenly inflict...

and relentless consumerism in all its forms.

Hi.

Hey!

How are you, boss?

Don't call me that.