Fausto 5.0

Doctor.

No!

Doctor.

I thought I wouldn't make it.

Your briefcase.

You left it on your desk.

- Are RenoI's papers here? - Yes.

Don't forget tonight's dinner party.

The class at the University is tomorrow at 11.

The lecture's in the afternoon.

Please keep warm, and rest.

If there's anything you need...

I'm okay.

Doctor!

I wanted to tell you that...

you have nothing to worry about.

I know you don't like to leave your office unattended.

It's not unattended.

Can I help you?

- Do I know you? - I don't think so.

All old passengers look alike.

Are you going to the convention?

You too?

I'm going to a party!

Where were you?

In the cafeteria.

Were you drinking?

You stink!

Would you hold this?

I'm going to the bathroom.

I'll be right back.

Are you sure there's no one else?

I'm sure.

She couldn't leave without her case.

I've checked each and every car.

And the washrooms?

- Maybe something happened to her. - Check the cafeteria.

Your mother may be waiting for you there.

- No, she's not my mother. - Then why worry so much?

I'm sorry.

Doctor?

Dr. Fausto?

Do I know you?

Dr. Fausto, it's you. What a pleasure!

You don't remember?

You don't remember me?

Well, you should.

You removed my stomach.

Santos. Santos Vella.

At El ProvinciaI, 8 years ago.

Pancreatic cancer.

A mixed tumor, with complications.

No?

Without the oxygen mask...

- Did I attend to you? - You said I was terminaI.

We had a rather intense relationship.

But you operated 5 times first.

The last time, to show some students an irreversible process.

- It seems I was wrong. - It seems.

You said 3 months, and it's been 8 years.

Don't apologize. These things happen.

- I'm not. - As I said, these things happen.

My stomach?

- What? - My stomach.

- Your stomach? - Yes. Did you keep it?

- What for? - What became of it?

They threw it away, I guess.

In the garbage?

That's not too cooI.

You want us to keep it after 8 years?

Of course not. I'd like to have seen it.

I'm sure it didn't look too good.

How'd you do it?

- What? - This.

Live.

Staying away from hospitals.

When I see one, I cross the street.

I forgot my card. Santos, Santos Vella.

- It's pronounced with one "I". - VeI-la.

No, Vella, like mozzarella.

- Vella. - Vella.

Doctor!

Doctor! Where are you staying?

Don't tell me. At the NationaI.

- You're here for the convention. - Of course.

- I'll drive you. - No, I'll take a cab.

No problem.

I have to go somewhere else first.

I'll drive you. It's nice to see you, doctor.

- My stomach... - Fuck, no!

I'd rather go alone.

Great.

Great.

When I get to a new city, I like to discover it alone too.

We're grown-ups.

Anything you need, you've got my card.

You got a problem, you call me. Okay?

Sure.

You swear?

No, I believe you.

It's a pleasure to see you, doctor.

And thanks for everything.

He's a great guy, lady. No sweat!

Fuck!

- To the NationaI HoteI, please. - Right away.

Doesn't that sound strange?

What?

The car.

Not at all.

It's as strong as a bull.

Over 20 years without a breakdown.

Son of a bitch!

Damn son of a bitch!

Got a problem?

A bull? It's more like a cow!

What's it about?

The convention.

- TerminaI medicine. - TerminaI medicine?

That's going to be fun.

I'm gonna fuck your father, and I'm late!

Well, what then?

You have to go somewhere first?

- I'll go later. - You sure?

Yes.

It was a lie, right?

You say that to get rid of me. Admit it.

Admit it.

- All right, I admit it. - Great.

Great.

I catch on to everything. I've gotten smart.

Really, I've studied.

I pay attention to the things I should.

You see...

If someone tells you you're going to die...

you change.

You think: What do I do with the little time I got left?

You do 4 important things.

This, this and this. The rest is just shit, man.

It's not worth it.

- That's why I owe you. - Forget it.

No, no, no. I owe you one.

So...

tell me what you want.

I'll take care of it.

- Don't bother. - It's no bother.

It's no bother.

Doctor...

I want to make you happy.

- What have you got there? - I don't know. It's not mine.

Did you steaI it?

Me? Please.

Someone left it on the train...

- You haven't opened it? - No.

Fuck! That is admirable.

Fausto, Fausto...

Well, here we are.

I'll take that case to the station.

No, thanks, someone at the hoteI can...

I'll take care of it. No problem.

Besides, someone there owes me a favor.

Fausto, how nice to see you. How are you?

We were betting on whether you'd come or not.

- Has Quiroga arrived? - He should have this morning.

Hi, good evening. Santos Vella. It's a pleasure.

My pleasure.

Vella, pronounced with one "I". Like mozzarella.

You know the doctor?

Of course.

Me too. He removed my stomach.

That was a long time ago. Forget it, man.

You're here for the convention?

Yes.

To talk about your little tumors and things.

Thank you very much.

He's getting rid of me.

It's a pleasure.

Anything you need, call.

You want a girI?

- I don't understand. - Man, what a joker!

I don't know him. He's a patient.

My brother-in-law went to a specialist and asked:

"Doctor, how long have I get left to live?"

And you know what the guy told him?

"That depends. When will you pay my bill?"

Why must we wash?

Do butchers wash?

Who says they haven't jerked off before cutting up a sirloin steak?

Although they're butchers...

they jerk off, don't they?

What do you say, Fausto?

"Sagittarius, Capricorn?"

"No, son, what I said was Cancer. "

Cancer, cancer. "

You don't need to be a butcher to know if they jerk off.

She's Daisy, my assistant.

I've heard that before.

Me too, and I saw it.

The Frenchman, for example, at the ProvinciaI.

Before each operation.

- Really? - I swear.