Eva Doesn't Sleep (Eva no duerme)

That bitch.

That female made fools of us for 25 years.

But the party is over.

She's mine now.

Mine.

One woman.

Me.

A red-blooded Argentinean.

Me...

the nation's hero.

Me.

It took me 25 years...

to get hold of...

a woman.

Yes.

Just one woman.

A woman who was already...

Dead.

EVA DOESN'T SLEEP

That bitch...

unleashed chaos.

For that female...

savages invaded our beautiful capital.

Dirty laborers...

Indians from Patagonia...

toothless peasants...

street sweepers, cleaners...

tramps.

They even invited the whores.

That bitch's voice...

is a plague.

Once again...

Once again, my dear comrades,

foreign capitalism and it's oligarchic servants...

Foreign capitalism...

Foreign capitalism and it's oligarchic and submissive servants

have learned that no force can break a people

that stands up for it's rights!

Dead.

That bitch...

managed to die at 33...

just like our Lord Jesus Christ.

MOURNED AROUND THE WORLD.

The president's secretary of information

regrets to inform the Argentinean people

that at 8:25 p.m. this evening,

the nation lost Eva Perón, it's spiritual leader.

Esther.

Esther!

- She's awake! - What?

I'm helping.

Come here, I tell you.

- She's awake! - That's enough.

Really. Come and see.

Come and see what?

She's moving.

Hurry! Come on!

- Come on! - Stop it!

- Come on! - I'm coming.

I can't see anything.

That's dangerous, señorita.

It's steamed up.

Steam would require oxygen.

- I don't see anything. - No.

I just added a preservative gas.

Can I see her?

No.

You could cause permanent damage.

But I haven't seen her.

The whole country saw her.

Everyone.

So what took you so long?

THE EMBALMER.

The cranial cavities

give you eyes that are deep-set but prominent.

The maxillary prognathism...

stops you from closing your mouth.

It's a movement you can't control.

You seem to be fighting...

to hide the pain.

Where exactly...

is this pain?

This violence...

around the jugular.

This whorish expression.

We'll take away the pain...

and leave the smile.

We'll get rid of the country-girl resentment...

in the superciliary arch.

God is just.

God... is... just.

16 June 1955.

God is just.

The nation's provisional president, General Pedro Aramburu,

"has decreed."

It is prohibited to show photographs,

portraits or sculptures of Peronist officials,

their wives, friends or families.

Saying the former president's name is prohibited.

Saying his late wife's name is prohibited.

Ready for eternity.

I've finished.

Is anyone there?

If Evita was alive, shed fight.

They've all left, doctor.

Do you want to see her? She's almost ready.

I did it for you.

All right.

Do you see her?

Yes.

She's beautiful.

I knew it.

You're a genius.

Can I embrace you?

Excuse me?

Thank you.

That pagan idol

upstaged God.

But the punishment came from above.

We, the glorious troops of the navy...

we removed all traces of immorality.

But we made one mistake.

Just one.

One fatal mistake.

We never destroyed her body.

Her damned woman's body.

THE TRANSPORTER

Orpheus to Cerberus, over.

I hear you, Orpheus.

Consignment received?

Over.

Affirmative. Over.

Consignment identified? Over.

Affirmative. Over.

Are you alone?

Over.

The navy has taken over the CGT.

Over.

Can anyone else hear me?

Over.

Nobody. Over.

Leave. Right now.

Quietly.

Over.

I'm out. Over.

Drive towards army intelligence headquarters.

You might be followed.

There are civilian brigades that want to steal the consignment.

Don't trust anyone,

especially laborers, rail workers, unionists,

women, journalists and children in general.

We've appointed a soldier to guard you.

He's at the barracks.

He must not find out what you're transporting.

Understood?

Over.

Understood. Over.

General Aramburu does not want witnesses.

If anyone finds out about the consignment,

whoever it is, destroy them.

Understood. Over.

Over and out.

Evening, Colonel. Private Robles at your service.

Get in the back.

How old are you?

Twenty, Colonel.

OCCUPIED FACTORY

Cerberus to Orpheus. Over.

RUSSIANS AND YANKS ACCEPT DICTATORS

WE DO NOT

Come up here.

Get out.

Here? Stand guard outside.

I hear you, Cerberus. Over.

State your current position. Over.

I don't know my exact location.

I estimate we're half way. Over.

Is the consignment damaged? Over.

The consignment...

has been badly treated.

Over.

It must be in good condition to present to Monsignor.

Make sure of it, Orpheus.

Over and out.

What's that?

- It was down there. - Down where'?

On the ground.

On the ground where?

On the ground.

How did it get there?

Someone put it there.

Who?

Someone.

Did you see anyone?

Nobody, Colonel.

They're here.

Who?

Those savages.

They know.

Know what?