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Two Apples
Between the years 1832 and 1834, at the early age of 22,
the then-unknown English naturalist Charles Darwin,
visited Argentina with the Beagle expedition.
The trip, of vital importance for his subsequent theories,
allowed him to meet the well renowned Juan Manuel de Rosas.
The Brigadier was then leading a campaign against the "infidel",
in the critical period that separated his two administrations.
The following account is an exaggerated
and necessarily fallacious hypothesis, of that fleeting encounter.
We must go.
No.
No, we cannot leave it.
We haven't finished the assignment.
I couldn't care less if we finished our job or not.
We must go, now.
Iemish!
Where are they supposed to be?
They've been out there...
...forever
Which way shall we go?
If we move now we will reach the camp before dark
Welcome!
It is not wise... to walk around...
...unannounced.
There's a lot of angry...natives.
It's not wise...
We've adviced the authorities.
We have our letters of introduction.
Out here, papers are good for nothing.
Hardly anyone reads here.
Especially the natives.
Can you read it to me?
-On what basis do you expect me to..? -On this one.
Out here, papers are good for nothing.
A tent has been specially arranged for you.
We've had to leave some of our belongings in the lagoon.
It is vitally important that we get them back.
Yes. We've already been warned by our scouts.
The Brigadier's been noticed.
He'll make a decision on the matter.
Rosas will interrogate you as soon as he can.
"Interrogate"?
We're in a foreign military camp,
taking notes, drawing maps
and stealing specimens and samples. It's reasonable.
Stealing? We are not stealing.
Besides, we have a letter of authorisation.
It's likely that whoever authorised our expedition
has already had his head cut off.
No one knows about us.
If he wants to interrogate us, who's to stop him?
It is likely to be made here, the wind I mean,
and I suppose the storms as well.
I apologise for the tardiness
but we weren't expecting you for a few days time.
An accident hastened our arrival.
Charles Darwin, naturalist.
Rosas...
...naturally.
Did you imagine me "whiter"?
blonder?
older?
meaner?
It's the same for everyone.
Have a seat.
-Are you coming from the South? -Yes.
We were conducting research in the area around the lagoon,
when a tracker gave us a heads up.
You needn't be afraid of the indians,
we trade with them.
Isn't it forbidden to trade with the indians?
The arms of the law aren't that long here.
Out there, things scarcely have a name.
It is good for things to have a name...
...in the deep South.
We have named a few things.
You named them...
Things...
and perhaps people too...
belong to those who can name them.
But don't fool yourself Mr Darwin,
those lands are neither empty nor virgin.
The names are not definitive, sir.
They are just a way of identifying the findings in nature.
I'm carrying official papers from Buenos Aires,
authorizing us to conduct this type of investigation.
Buenos Aires is not governed by anyone, at least not for now.
Also, they don't know what is happening here.
What you need is our permission.
We are foreigners, sir.
This war is not our concern.
You will have to get used to it.
See...
Here, it's all about boundaries and borders.
In the border,
there are only two sides. Either you are here...
or you are on the other side.
And in order not to have two enemies,
you have to stand on one of the sides.
You are carrying a weapon.
You know what...?
Bearing arms is not permitted here.
It's an order that applies to everyone
to avoid fights and altercations.
It's not good for us to be killing each other, don't you think?
Though...
there are times when...
there's no other resort but to fight to death, even among brothers.
And every death is a victory, isn't it?
If it is a condition to stay in the camp,
my weapon is at your disposal.
Keep it.
I'd rather you keep it.
Besides, you are a guest.
I promise not to disturb the peace of this place.
I am just a naturalist on an exploration trip.
I could use your help to get back my belongings.
You and your things... I already know about that.
They are at the lagoon.
I'll send some men, so they can get your wagon back.
Don't worry, my men will take care of your things.
Now go get some rest, it could be a long night.
You'll take a captive with you.
I'll send for her, so you can meet her.
Thank you sir,
but there's no need to do so.
Besides, I am a Christian.
I am also a Christian.
I don't consider it Christian to give people away as if they were property.
"Give away..."
What kind of beasts do you think we are?
Of course you don't give away people.
Her name is Dora Donovan,
She was born British.
We rescued her from the Indians a couple of weeks ago.
We need you to take her to Buenos Aires,
so she can be reunited with her family.
There shall be no hindrance, sir.
As long as she can adapt to the dynamics of the expedition.
Someone who has lived so long among savages...
...can easily accommodate to any other monstrosity without difficulty.
Now, get some rest.
I beg your pardon for imposing on your time
but it concerns a confidential matter.
You are the only one carrying a weapon in the camp.
Mr. Darwin...
I want you to kill Rosas.
You are the only one who can pull it off.
-I don't get it. -There's nothing for you to understand
Rosas is your enemy,
at least, the enemy of your country and most likely ours too.
You think I'm "The other one"?
The other one?
The other Rosas, the real one.
You are...a fake?
fake...
I'm Mariano Rosas,
Chief of the Ranqueles
I am a cartographer, an interpreter
and an occasional connoisseur of these lands and customs.
I've lived in Juan Manuel's lands since I was a child,
he's my godfather.
I bear his name in his honor.
It seems you've never been this close to an infidel before.
You still haven't answered.
Are you going to kill Rosas, yes or no?
I thought you were kidding sir.
The future of my nation is no laughing matter.
Indeed it is.
Listen carefully,
Rosas will want to talk with you,
to catch up on the affairs of the world.
This will give us a golden opportunity.
He will be relaxed.
The troops have just returned from a campaign
and are dazed by drink and exhaustion.
I have two horses ready to take us swiftly to safe ground.
In six days, we will be safely in Chile.
You have me confused with someone else, sir.
And in a way, it offends me.
I don't know what impression you have of me.
I have no motive to kill Mr. Rosas,
but above all, I am not a murderer.
Aren't you English?
-Does that make me a murderer? -No,
that gives you a motive.
Rosas was and will always be an enemy of the British.
Your country's interests would greatly benefit
if Rosas were to be eliminated.
Why do you assume that we have interests in your country?
You name our rivers, our mountains. You bring your god,
your ships sail our seas,
your armies land on our shores...
What else would you call that but interest?
Assuming you have your reasons,
I assure you, you have yet to find the murderer.
At some point, one must be faithful to the mandates of the land.
For my part, I know that sooner or later, I'll have to face the Christian.
Here you have the chance to be true to the interests of your country.
I'm sorry sir, but I think you're talking to the wrong man.
Sleep on it, Mr. Darwin.
Sleep on it.
You've got all night to make up your mind.
Excuse me, I thought you were one of those savages attacking me.
I just wanted to help you with your things.
What do you keep in those boxes?
Rock, plants, beetles,
bones, flowers, insect, birds...
I used to collect butterflies when I was a child.
In a way, so do I.
Have you ever wondered if it hurt every time you pricked them?
I used to spend hours looking at them.
tracing every little line of their designs,
amazed at each whimsical stroke of nature.
The same way they watched me, day after day,
trying to find every little difference,
poking at each one of them until they had enough.
Then it dawned on me,
there's no better blessing than being forgotten.
When I get back home, assuming it still exists,
the first thing I'll do is to get rid of my butterfly collection.
Sorry, I didn't introduce myself,
I'm Dora Donovan.
I hope you'll accept me on your trip back to Buenos Aires.
My stay here has become too long.
It will be a pleasure to have you join us.
What do you keep in those boxes?
Samples of species hitherto unknown,
at least in Europe.
Can I see them?
Only if you are certain they won't bring back bad memories.
At the moment I have no other type of memories.
May I?
-Do you know Mr. Rosas? -Yes, of course.
A lot is said about him.
Are any of those tales true?
What do you suppose I could say?
Isn't everyone blind when embraced by passion?
I speak of Mr. Rosas's passion, not my own.
What is it that stirs Mr. Rosas's passion?
Besides leading these barbarians against other barbarians.
It's not fitting for a Christian nation to conduct a campaign of extermination.
You are imprudent not to honor your condition as a guest.
I meant no offence, Miss Donovan.
But let us agree that the rumours about Mr. Rosas' methods...
...have raised too much suspicion.
Some say he's a patriot,
willing to give his life for his country if necessary.
While others...
...say he is a brutal, blood-thirsty, power-hungry murderer.
The true Rosas must be somewhere between those two images.
It's a vast territory.
Isn't it every man, Mr. Darwin?
Do you think the man who will return to England...
...is the same man sitting here with me?
I suppose he won't be very different.
You're still imprudent in underestimating the whims of fate.
Anyhow,
It is hard for me to condone violence
in pursuit of an apparently worthy end.
I was born in England.
and I was not unlike any of those graceful young women
you know and long for.
Would you believe that any of them would kill, just for a bit of food?
Violence is never unjustified.
The illustrious restorer of the laws of the Province of Buenos Aires
by work and grace of the federal revolution...
...makes his presence felt under the slogan....
In these lands even shadows do as they please.
...death to the savages, crazy and treacherous Unitarians...
Our most excellent, almighty...
...Brigadier General Don Juan Manuel de Rosas is present.
-Mr. Darwin, it's a pleasure to meet you. -The pleasure is mine.
Miss donovan...
-I've been told you aren't on your own. -That's right.
I'm in company with the illustrator of the expedition.
Why isn't he here?
He is precisely making illustrations of the camp.
In the middle of the night.
In the middle of the night, sir. - The englishman is armed -
He is a rather singular person, to say the least.
Hopefully, these illustrations will be favourable to us.
It's a bit messy here at the moment.
I will make sure to omit the ones that are unflattering.
I bear with me some letters sent by the ambassador.
I hope they are not a declaration of war.
I suppose they'd use a more qualified messenger for that task.
Don't be so sure,
I am sure they'd send someone they could spare.
One never knows how an enemy may react
or what intentions a messenger may have.
I have my letters of introduction as well
No need, my good man.
What can two foreigners do in such an inhospitable place,
that isn't respectable?
I beg you, be careful.
Fungi, Hymenophallus fungi .
It smells like a severed head.
Just out of curiosity, and of course, if it is no bother,
Could you show us some of your samples?
Phosphorescent insects.
Even after decapitation, their rings continue to glow.
These ambiguous beings oscillate
between the animal and vegetable kingdoms.
Some creatures confuse us.
They appear to be human, but in reality, they are animals.
There are also animals that appear human.
We are all animals, if I may say so, Miss Donovan.
-I am one, you are one. -The brigadier is one.
Haven't we all fed from our mother at birth?
But God has made us in his own image.
It would be heresy to compare us to them.
It's difficult to know and understand God.
Nature, on the other hand, offers itself freely to our eyes.
I humbly observe it.
This is the strangest one in my orchid collection.
It's called ' Rugorosa Sensualis '.
It is named after its provocative way of fertilising.
When the time comes for the Rugorosa to be fertilized,
it begins to change its color,
becoming more pink,
its stigmas thicken,
its petals become more fleshy, flexible,
and all of it emits an intense, perfumed moisture.
All of this display is so that its pollen tube can emerge
and fertilize the angiosperm.
Gee, Mr Darwin,
that's quite shameless behavior.
Nature has no shame, Mr. Rosas,
Only the powerful and unbridled drive of each individual.
The most imperative is the continuity of the species.
That's enough, Mr. Darwin.
Will you join us for dinner?
-Of course. -Miss Donovan...
See you then. Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Come in.
It seems your friend is in no rush to meet me.
He is probably still working on his illustrations.
I hope you haven't high hopes regarding the quality of our food.
The campaign forces us to be frugal.
And tell me, how is our inhospitable landscape treating you?
The desert has its advantages,
it has not yet been contaminated by human presence,
which allows for extraordinary discoveries.
Still, I wouldn't be so categorical.
Although it may seem empty, I assure you it is full of presences.
That's true.
But for us, it remains a terra incognita .
And who would "we" be, Mr. Darwin?
I want my maps. Where are my maps?
All right, calm down.
Please excuse me, I got a little distracted spying around.
Have a seat, please.
My men tell me you're carrying a mysterious skeleton in your wagon.
I am surprised to think that such an animal has ever lived on this land.
Yes, it is certainly curious,
but the evidence dispels all doubt.
What size could it have been?
It's impossible to answer that with certainty,
maybe about three meters tall, or more,
and about five meters long.
It's possible that it could've stood on its hind legs,
and it may have had claws from what I can guess from its limbs.
Iemish
It's an extinct species.
What's incredible is that with such power,
it couldn't survive until our time.
Nature always manages to replace extinct beasts.
An Englishman is always preceded by irony.
I have been told you are an artist.
I am barely an illustrator trying to portray the nature of things.
It's not a small task.
Consider that beauty and horror will be seen in the future
based on your illustrations.
But...
Is it possible to translate this immensity onto paper?
Images are at a disadvantage compared to words.
History is known by what men have written
and not by what they have drawn.
Let's have a look at your case for example,
Perhaps it is not necessary to use Mr. Rosas as an example,
whom we do not know
and given our condition as guests...
There is no problem.
I am interested in hearing your opinions, go ahead.
I could portray you, but,
would it be fair to interpret a man by what his image says?
If it can say anything at all.
However, what is said and written about you will give us
a more accurate measure of your personality and temper.
Are you suggesting that what you see may not necessarily be real?
At the very least it will be insufficient.
"But I, that am not shap’d for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp’d,
without the majestic grace to strut before a nymph
of wanton confidence.
I, that am curtail’d of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, deform’d,
unfinish’d, sent before my time,
-And that so lamely and unfashionable... -And that so lamely and unfashionable...
-That dogs bark at me as I halt by them, -That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,
why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
-Have no delight to pass away the time, -Have no delight to pass away the time,
-Unless to see my shadow in the sun... -Unless to see my shadow in the sun...
-And descant on mine own deformity. -And descant on mine own deformity.
And therefore,
since I cannot prove a lover,
to entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
and hate the idle pleasures of these days."
You're being a little unfair to yourself
by comparing to the most prominent writer in your country.
I'm sure you'll have your own, though.
And you will see if, whatever is written about you...
...will have the truth with which Shakepeare has portrayed his tyrant.
They are truly beautiful.
but they are instruments in the service of the empire.
You know science is the pretext with which
your empire gets to know the world.
The precisions and details in these maps serve first and foremost
to military expeditions and merchants, of course.
Shall we eat?
Tell me, how long are you planning on staying at the camp?
We leave tomorrow if the wagon is available.
Tomorrow? I didn't think it would be so soon.
Your wagon will be here, don't worry.
But I hope you can enjoy some more of my meagre hospitality
and take a break from all that desert.
It is not easy to get used to the distances in this country.
one moves forward and you always seem to be in the same place.
It's true.
In a way, everything here is eternal.
Governments don't seem to be.
That's not necessarily a bad thing, is it?
What do you think, Mr. Darwin?
No...
I understand that you are in a stage of organisation.
Change generally produces uncertainty.
Uncertainty is not bad, at least not always.
Love is the only case in which I value the ambition of eternity.
Perhaps that is why love is mistaken for a sentence.
A pleasant one, but a sentence nonetheless.
Perhaps not everything is eternal, Miss. Donovan,
however much one might wish it to be so.
I suppose the skeleton you bring with you may bear witness to your theory.
It is not a theory, it is only an opinion.
Well, but it is an opinion supported by reality.
Or don't you think those giant beasts were thought to be eternal?
Beasts are always wrong in the end.
Life is a primitive phenomenon destined for complete disappearance.
But disappearance is not, and will not be quick.
-Mr. Rosas. -Speak.
The expedition has arrived They have Mr. Darwin's belongings.
Iemish
You can see I am a man of my word
Let us finish now, please.
What do you suppose made them disappear?
I have some ideas, but no solid evidence.
No evidence? You are blinder than I thought.
They have been destroyed by the Deluge.
Excuse me, but are you referring to the story of Noah and his boat?
The story of Noah and his ark is in the holy scriptures.
It's a plausible idea.
Many studies and expeditions are trying to find
traces of an event like that.
Excuse me,
but I find it strange that they are making such an effort to prove
something that faith can solve without any risk.
What would be the risk?
For nothing to be true, for example.
What do you mean?
Maybe it is better not to listen to me.
I am just a man of action who ignores almost anything that cannot be proved.
Are you implying the possibility that God does not exist?
No, I would never dare to.
But perhaps he didn't create the universe
and probably has little concern for the actions of men.
Anyway, it was a casual remark.
It's a very ill-advised idea, Mr. Rosas.
You're absolutely right, forgive me.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a long journey tomorrow.
Allow me to escort you, please.
-Until tomorrow sirs. -Excuse me, sirs.
You are provoking the man who is helping us.
Helping? Listen to me...
I have a suspicion that a plot is brewing against Rosas,
taking advantage of our presence.
It may be wise to warn him.
Let me give you some advice, don't interfere.
Let these savages settle their own affairs.
Are you calling him a murderer?
A beast? uneducated?
He could kill us just like that, and no one would know about us.
Then you agree, he is a murderer.
No, I am simply saying that you can't be insolent to such a powerful man.
He can't just dispose of us like that.
Our history protects us.
He could dispose of your poor humanity,
he could dispose,
without any protest from the British government.
Don't sigh if I tell you that your life is in danger.
Don't be alarmed if I tell you that your life is a sigh.
If the Brigadier so desires,
he'll finish you off with a shot.
You're a reckless man who should follow Mr. Darwin's advice.
Your lives now depend on Rosas's will.
Under what grounds would he kill us?
Rosas doesn't need reasons.
He would say that you're spies, and he doesn't need anything more.
It wouldn't be the first time
the British government overlooks one of Juan Manuel's slip-ups.
After all, who cares about a couple of unknown desecrators, Mr. Darwin.
Today I begged you for a service to your empire,
but I fear circumstances have shifted.
I believe your safety is now at risk.
And you?
Maybe you should search in your drawings for a glimpse of the sunrise,
for that may be the last one you see
after your foolish behaviour.
We'd better go.
Rosas has offered us protection.
He does not seem to be a man who would break his word.
Perhaps we must not stay and find out.
We have our specimens, our papers,
we can't leave the job just like that.
If we stay, we will be the "specimens"
Do you really think Rosas is capable of killing us?
I only know that no one can escape his influence and his will.
But if you do your part, all will be well.
My part?
What is "all"?
The future of our country,
the freedom of my own people
and the interests of the English government.
Not least of all, your own life.
Kill Rosas.
I will take your illustrator to safe ground.
He usually rests until noon, no one disturbs him.
so you shall have enough time to depart.
Ride off towards the sun, and you'll find us.
Everything is in your hands,
everything is in your hands.
Here comes "the little one"!
Draw now!, come on, draw!
Excuse me, I startled you.
It seems to be my destiny to frighten the innocent.
-Are you busy? -No.
Do you mind if I join you? Suddenly everyone disappeared.
I was putting everything in order.
Order,
a quality to be appreciated in men.
In a naturalist, disorder can be catastrophic.
For a nation too.
But rest assured, I will not torment you with political reflections.
I live overwhelmed by affairs of state,
and I am exhausted by affairs of war.
But if I had to choose, I'd prefer war.
It's all much more honest.
Yet I'd prefer talking about anything other than dead and wounded.
Sometimes I even miss the trivial insults of my political enemies.
Despite what my friends say,
it is clear that my destiny is not to remain in the same place.
Perhaps you prefer to rest and I have disturbed you.
I too miss conversing with someone
who is not my illustrator.
Your illustrator...
a nice man, a bit of a loose-tongue, but witty.
I apologise for his behaviour,
which is so far from the rules of civility.
There is nothing more useless than civility in the middle of nowhere.
Have a seat, please.
Make yourself comfortable.
Don't offend me, go ahead, drink.
Tell me, are you enjoying your trip?
Yes.
Except when we are at sea.
I loathe the sea and the ships that sail on it.
I hate every wave in the ocean.
I too am a man of the land.
I would have no other fate than to be a remnant of the Flood.
Tell me, what you think of Miss Donovan's theory?
As I said, it's a reasonable hypothesis.
But it doesn't seem to convince you.
If the sea flooded the continents, I don't think it was God's doing.
-What do you believe? -It doesn't matter what I believe.
I just wanted to inspire your duty.
My duty?
You are a naturalist, your duty is to facts, not to faith.
Both interests can coexist.
I do not think so.
A man is only what he does best.
And what are you, Mr. Rosas?
Perhaps just an unwitting protagonist of these violent times.
A few moments ago you expressed your preference for war,
so I don't think you can call yourself "unwitting".
War is nothing than an obligatory way to get to peace quickly.
It is inexplicable to some extent.
So is faith.
Looked upon another way, perhaps,
you and I are nothing more than an instrument.
I chose the sword to achieve peace,
And you chose science to refute the truth.
I'm sorry, I'm not sure I understand.
May I propose a somewhat risky hypothesis?
Of course.
Imagine that there is nothing,
that The Flood is an absurd idea,
a mere concoction of a fevered mind.
Something that cannot be proven,
or worse, something that can be proven to have never existed.
It is difficult to imagine a world without a hint of faith.
That's why I warned you about the blasphemous nature of my idea,
but please let me finish.
If you could prove the non-existence of The Deluge,
What would be left?
Think about it.
Only faith remains.
It is the only true and infinite proof of God.
Your task could well be a mission of divinity,
to erase any support for the truth from the holy scriptures
is to reduce God's existence to its purest form.
Truth is found in faith.
Are you a man of faith, Mr. Rosas?
That is a luxury I cannot afford,
I must distrust everything.
What are you doing then, lost in these lands?
With an army that looks more like a band of brigands than an army.
Don't get confused, good man.
The revolution in these lands as well as in yours was made by ragtag armies.
And sure,
we are indeed lost, but who isn't?
We do not find ourselves until we are lost.
The question then is how to get lost, isn't it?
And where do you think you will eventually find yourself?
Who knows?
From Buenos Aires, the same people
who conspired to make me leave are calling for me to return.
It seems that the further I get away from Buenos Aires,
the more people think I should go back.
And you don't believe so?
It seems we are back to talking about faith.
You didn't answer me.
What?
About returning to Buenos Aires.
Will you be governor again?
You are now behaving like a true Englishman.
Why do you say so?
There's a spy in every Englishman,
especially if he's a naturalist himself.
My question was of a personal nature,
I had no other intention.
Take no offense, good man,
I know I can trust your discretion.
Can you?
How do you know that? You hardly know me.
That's what sets me apart from other men of my time.
I can see things that others can't.
It's a strange virtue.
In England we call it omnipotence.
And it seems to be common to all our rulers.
Look at that,
here we simply call it slyness.
Tell me...
have you come to a decision?
Decision? What decision?
Are you going to kill me, Mr. Darwin?
Will you dare to do it?
Don't be hasty,
what I can simply teach you is
that one must measure the consequences of one's answers,
so let me spare you the risk.
I...
I didn't... I didn't think...
"Think"?
Think, maybe you did think about it.
But that's not the point.
What is truly important is that
you knew that there was a plot against me and you didn't tell me.
I... I didn't believe...
I appreciate your discretion.
It's good to know that you can keep the secrets entrusted to you.
It allows me to speak to you with peace of mind.
Mr. Rosas I wasn't planning to join in.
Don't worry,
the traitor is outside the camp now,
but he will be back soon.
It is no longer your business.
What will be, will be.
For now we can deal with less important matters.
Why don't you tell me about the animal you are carrying with you?
What do you think happened to it?
Excuse me, what will happen to my illustrator?
You will find him where you were told he would be.
I told you not to worry,
you'll be able to carry your things without haste.
Now tell me,
why do you think it ceased to exist?
Assuming it wasn't The Flood,
maybe it was the lack of food,
or the weather.
Do you really think so?
I don't.
Any organism can adapt to the most adverse circumstances.
Would you survive a shortage of food?
A hostile climate?
the lack of all the privileges we are entitled to as civilised people?
I suppose Dora Donovan is answer enough to your question.
People adapt, change according to their needs,
just like animals do.
Dora Donovan held on to the hope of getting back the life she had.
She never lost faith.
Animals cannot achieve that hope.
So it seems we are back to talking about God's will.
About faith
and the Deluge.
Mr. Darwin, you will not be able to escape from that labyrinth.
At some point, you will have to choose one of the two apples.
Two apples?
Haven't you noticed there are two apples that explain the world?
The first is that of the original sin.
The one that Eve gave to Adam,
the source of all evil and the one that leads us to the existence of God's law.
The other, somewhat less celebrated,
the one your compatriot saw fall from a tree.
-Newton? -That's the one.
It is the one that leads us to the law of nature.
In my modest view, one cannot coexist with the other.
Each one explains the world in very opposite ways.
At some point you will have to choose one of them.
As will you.
I don't need to choose.
I don't study them,
I eat them.
Eventually you will have to decide
whether you are an ordinary man or an extraordinary one.
And what do you think?
You've said you admired my discretion.
I'll make your job easier,
you can tell your government
that I will stay out of the political ups and downs of my country.
And tell them too,
that I will retire to a pastoral life
once this campaign is over.
May I doubt it?
I've already told you, doubting is my job,
yours is to give certainties.
You may be able to tame a puma,
but sooner or later the animal that lives in it, will surface.
You said it yourself, "One is what one does best".
I'll take that as a compliment,
but you're reducing me to a mere animal,
and you're forgetting about faith.
You will go back to being a public man,
for in this case, it is not your faith that counts,
but the faith that others place in you.
I will study your ideas carefully.
And I will study yours.
I must go now, I have business to attend to.
Be careful, it's a long way to Buenos Aires,
and these are hard times.
It was a pleasure talking to you.
The pleasure was mine.
By the way, don't fool yourself about Dora Donovan.
She'll never be the same again.
What has happened to her has made her irreversibly different.
Miss Donovan.
Mr. Darwin, you finally found me.
It wasn't hard,
it was just a matter of riding towards the sun.
You see, finding each other can be very easy
if the paths are clear.
If I may, I recommend that you do not return to the camp.
-Rosas must be waiting for you. -Yes, he is.
He will want to know what your reaction was.
My reaction?
The plot...
It was Rosas' idea, a game
He wanted to test your discretion.
I should have known.
Anyhow...
at some point, I hoped you'd really go for it.
The hope?
That's what it's called, isn't it?
When you hope that the times to come won't be so bleak.
Unfortunately, you could not find the killer,
and I will have to wait until my time and place comes
to confront the invader.
Perhaps you would do well to take charge of your own destiny.
All in due time, Mr. Darwin
All in due time.
Have a good trip.
Let's get out of this hellhole right away.