Santa Evita (2022): Season 1, Episode 1 - Esa mujer - full transcript

No.

Easy.

What's the date?

Saturday.

July 26th.

Help me open this.

No, ma'am. It's much
too cold outside.

Why are they praying for me?

So that you'll
get better, ma'am.

Don't lie to me.

Not you.



My time left is short.

Don't cry.

Don't be sad.

I'll be gone soon.

The skinny girl's leaving.

She's going to rest.

Let him through, come on.

Please, let them pass.

Identification?

Very good. Going through.

Dr. Ara follow me, please.

Yes. These
are all them, sir.

Dr. Ara.

Let him in.



Good evening, Doctor.

Good evening, Minister.

Here's the contract
ready to be signed.

The president has agreed
to all the conditions.

Thank you very much.

- If I may.
- Yes.

This page and this one.

The monument to the worker.

Do you know it?

I've heard about it.

It's impressive, isn't it?

Designed under the
orders of Mrs. Eva Peron.

This monument will be twice as
big as the Statue of Liberty,

so that it could be
seen from everywhere.

She thought about
it as an homage

- to the working class.
Hmm.

Although, her illness
changed its course.

Her remains will
rest here forever.

Boy, I didn't know that.

Your work will
make an impact, Doctor.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, they're coming to
prepare. Please wait outside.

I'm not going anywhere.

She told me not to let anyone bathe her
and dress her, that only I could see her.

That won't be
possible, Mrs. Juana.

Dr. Ara was very clear on this.

You can't go along with this
nonsense, show her some respect.

I made a promise to your
daughter and I intend to keep it.

But you can't do this
to her. It is heresy.

It's the way to keep her alive,
as her people wanted to be.

My daughter deserves a
burial as the Lord demands.

Don't cry.

No. Whose
side are you on?

Stop. Let's go.

- Let's go.
- Oh, my daughter.

Oh, God.

Darling, darling.

The Lord will surely
be punishing you!

Thank you.

My deepest condolences,
Mr. President.

Thank you, Doctor.

Do you know how long
it will take you?

I estimate a couple of hours.

I have to ask a favor of you.

Please, no one is to enter
the room while we're working.

You may lock the
door from inside the room.

This is the only key,
no one will bother you.

You let us know when...

When everything is done, Doctor.

Yes, of course.

Thank you, Mr. President.

Let's go, guys.

Finis Coronat Opus.

Eva Peron's corpse is absolutely
and definitely incorruptible.

Thanks.

Here it is.
- No.

- We've got a deadline.
- Okay.

No, come on. We got to keep...

How about you deal with
Monday and Tuesday?

You won't believe it.

- Call me.
- I'll tell you later.

- Mariano, pick up the phone.

Please, come on, Mariano.

Mariano.

I'm calling you.

- Oh, that was you?
- My office, now.

- Okay, I'm coming.
- Right now.

Coming.

Close it.

Let me finish and
then you can tell me.

This is more important.
- I mean it, I have a deadline.

Sit down. I have
to ask you something.

I have information that if it's
true, we'll be the news of the year.

It'll go around the globe.

Apparently, the military
contacted Peron in Madrid.

And as a way to reconcile, they've
offered to return Evita's body.

- Who told you that?
- An informant called me.

I don't know if it's true.

But if it is, I want
to publish it first.

And how do you expect to
get confirmation of that?

Well, that's what I'm
going to ask you to do.

Call Peron. Ask him.

You're
out of your mind.

- But you know him, you've talked to him.
- No, I don't. I don't know him.

I've seen him once or twice
before for an interview.

- The best in years.
- Thank you.

He told you things
he'd never told anyone.

- You two connected.
I was lucky.

He was feeling chatty, I think.

Lucky where no
one else was, Mariano.

- You have to call him.
Are you nuts? No.

- I don't even know if he'd take the call.
- Give it a try. He did it once.

I can't get myself
into trouble right now.

I can't take the risk.

You know how busy
I am right now.

Give it to someone else,
they'll be happy to try.

You don't want any trouble?
Then don't be a journalist.

Oh, don't yank my chain.

I've done so much for you.

You owe me this one.

I'll call him and that's it.

- I don't wanna know more.
- Okay.

Besides, it must be fake news.

They probably put it out
there to calm things down

and negotiate with Peron.

It's a reliable source. I
think the information is good.

Look, Mariano,

this is between you and me.

No one can know about it.

Where did you get these?

I've never seen these pictures.

Now you can do your job.

What are you doing?

She asked me to wipe the red off
and apply something more natural.

Go ahead then.

Then it's imperative for the coffin
to remain closed at all times.

Preservation and success of the
procedure depend on the body

not being in contact
with the air.

Understand? Please
seal it well.

I'm so sorry, please forgive me.

No.

She looks alive.

What are you doing?

My deepest condolences,
my General.

Thank you, Colonel.

And thank you for everything you
have done for her and for me.

My deepest condolences.
Thank you Admiral.

The leech is finally
dead, Colonel.

Now we'll be left in peace.

Long live cancer!

The leech is dead,
Peron's days are numbered.

Let's hope so.

We need some music.

Turn that off. There's
not gonna be music.

A crowd of over two million
lined the streets of Buenos Aires today

to say goodbye to the nation's
spiritual leader, Eva Peron.

Mourners have traveled far and wide
to witness the funeral procession

as it heads slowly on its
way to the CGT Headquarters.

It's one final chance
to show their respect

and bid farewell to this
champion of the people.

As the procession approaches the
General Worker's Confederation,

the distraught crowd
gathers nearby.

The casket arrives amidst an
outpouring of both affection and sorrow

and the struggle of all workers.

Her remains will lie in state
here, inside the very building

she dignified with
her struggles.

Yes, I understand.
I'll make him understand.

Doctor.

We have set everything
up as you instructed.

If it's not too much trouble, I
have a request from the mother.

What is it?

She wants to come
occasionally to pray.

I have already told you she
cannot be seen for a year.

- The preservation of the body...
- No, no, no, no. Doctor.

She just wants to
be close to it.

She knows she can't see her.

All right, but make
it clear to her.

She must stay in the hallway.

No one can enter the laboratory.

It was already hard enough for me to
do the work in a Union Headquarters,

which is a less than
ideal location for me.

Understood.

But there's absolutely no one
better than us, the workers,

to take care of
our comrade, Evita.

Excuse me, Doctor.

Hello?

Good evening, sir.
This is your call to Madrid.

I'll patch you through.

Thank you.

Hello?
- General.

How are you, Vasquez?

To what do I owe the honor?
Are you coming to Madrid?

No, actually,
I decided to call you

because there's a big
rumor going around.

About what?

Your second wife.

And an alleged return
that would be made to you.

You're well informed, Vasquez.

Is it true then?

So they say they'll
return her to me.

Do you think
they'll actually do it?

No idea.

They promise what they must
when it's to their advantage.

But tell me how are
things over there?

How are you doing?

Mr. Alcaraz?

- Yes?
- Good morning.

I need to ask you
some questions.

It's important.

We know each other.

I interviewed you a few years ago about
the golden age of National Cinema.

Yes. Yes. I know who you are.

I liked the article.

How can I help you?

Well,

this picture was taken by
the assistant of Dr. Ara.

Uh-huh.

This man would take lots
of pictures all the time.

All while I styled her hair
or she had her nails done.

Disgusting.

Um, she would have
kicked them out.

Trust me.

I met her when she was a nobody.

When did you meet?

In 1940.

During the filming
of Only the Valiant.

It was a period piece.

Her first motion picture.

She was still...

a nobody.

- I remember that day.

She was wearing
a ridiculous hairstyle.

Do my hair like this
Julio like Betty Davis.

I think I'd look better
like this, don't you agree?

No.

You'd look better as
Olivia de Havilland

in Gone With The Wind.

You think?

That's how I saved her character
from becoming an embarrassment.

From that moment on, Evita...

was a creation of mine.

- I created her.
- Ah.

I shouldn't even say
this, but the blonde hair,

that was my doing.

Oh.

At first she didn't
want it, but I...

I started to lighten her
hair little by little

until one day she was blonde...

and the rest is history.

- And the hairband.
- Huh?

That also came out of
these hands, my friend.

Look.

Here, here. Let me show you.

May I?

Of course.

These...

are all of her things.

Pardon me.

Please, hold those gloves.

She left them
behind at a dinner party.

And this?

She gave it to me one day,
told me to keep it somewhere,

but she never
asked for it again.

Calculation of blood
loss, August 19th,

five cubic centimeters
and three quarters.

August 22nd, four centimeters.

All of these blood losses
are from when she was ill.

She jotted it down?

Hmm. I have no idea.

But she wrote it?

Uh, no, no, she didn't.
That's not her handwriting.

You last
saw her at the wake?

Uh, no, no, a year
after she died.

Um, I saw her again on
the CGT second floor.

It was, uh, Dr. Ara called me
numerous times to do her hair.

I must have been there
three or four times.

He insisted that his
work disheveled her hair.

On September 16th.

After years of
authoritarian rule,

the armed forces
rose up in rebellion

to oppose the tyrannical
reign of Juan Peron

and have successfully
managed to overthrow him.

A new day dawns as the fate of our
motherland is now in their hands.

Peron has already requested
asylum in Paraguay

and is widely expected
that the corrupt leader

will flee Argentina
in any moment.

Doctor, why are you here?

I must speak to the
President immediately.

Now is not a good time.

I need to know what to do
with the President's wife.

No, one's giving me answers.

I'm desperate. You
must understand.

She's in danger.

We're all in
danger. Wait here, please.

Excuse me, General.

- Is everything ready?
No, but we're almost there.

Dr. Ara is here.

He wants to know...

what to do with her.

Tell him that we can't get
her out of the CGT right now,

but he should expect
a call on my behalf.

Uh-hmm.

With instructions and to set
up payment for what he's owed.

Mr. President, Paraguay's government
has everything ready to receive you.

- We must go.
- You must set off immediately.

There are
still things to pack.

We have no time. We
must leave now, Juan.

No, no, no, dogs aren't
allowed right now.

Come on, Marino.

That's the way it
is, Juan. Let's go.

Take care of them. Okay?

Take good care of them.

They're all I have left.

Let's go.

Yes. Let's go.

Mrs. Juana? What
are you doing here?

I've come for my daughter.
I'm taking her with me.

- Ma'am, no, you can't just take her out.

I've taken her
from worse places.

Call the funeral home and have
them send me transportation.

I'm sorry. I can't do that.

She's
mine. It's not fair.

She needs a burial
and I promised her.

Calm down. Please.

- Listen to me.

Take a seat, take a seat.

I promise I can take
care of the body.

I can do what it takes
to get her out of here

and help you bury her.

Then do it, Doctor.

Yes, but there is one
thing I need from...

I need for you to
legally authorize me

- to grant me guardianship.

Oh, guardianship.

Guardianship has
failed me, Doctor.

Every authority I've signed
away has come back to bite me.

Please, Doctor, isn't
there any other way?

We can't play around with
these people, Mrs. Juana.

There is no time to waste.

Very well.

All right.

This way.

Excuse me.

Colonel Moori Koenig.

- Good evening, Colonel.

There's no need to sit.

The meeting will be brief.

It's about the wife. We
wanna know if it's her.

Some people have seen
the body at the CGT.

They say
it's impressive.

It's been three years,
but she looks intact.

I think the body is a hoax.
It must be someone else's.

See to that woman, Colonel.

Excuse me, General.

I don't understand.

Could you please
explain it to me?

Normally, I'd know what
to do, but this woman...

is already dead.

We don't want this
woman to become a saint.

Make her like a
normal dead woman.

- Correa?
- Uh-hmm.

Mariano Vasquez. Thank you
very much for meeting me.

You can thank Alcaraz.

He is the reason I'm seeing you.

He said it was important
and Julio never lies.

So tell me...

I just have a couple
of questions for you.

- Uh-hmm.
- Were you in this building

when they brought in
the body of Eva Peron?

Yes.

In fact was one of the
people who asked the General

to let us take care of her.

So you have met Dr. Ara?

Yes.

We saw each other pretty much every
day of the three years he was here.

And what about the
body, did you see it?

Every once in a while.

When the doctor allowed me into the
second floor laboratory to talk.

A very refined man.

Alcaraz said the doctor
called him many times to do her hair.

I shouldn't say this,

but Julio didn't do her
hair, any of those times.

Whose hair did he do?
I'll explain in a moment.

Were you there
when they took the body?

No, I was in
prison in the south.

After the coup we
were all exiled.

Dr. Ara had to hand
her over to that...

traitor.

Who?
Colonel Moori Koenig.

Moori Koenig?
Yes.

I've
never heard of him.

He's military
intelligence.

He was even the lady's
aide at one point.

A tremendous son of a bitch.

Did you know him?

I even attended his wedding.

He betrayed me later.
Every one of us.

Where is he now?

He hasn't been seen in years,
but he lived in that building

owned by the military,
downtown in...

I don't know which apartment, but
they know each other over there.

- Hello. Good morning.
- Good morning.

Excuse me. May I
ask you a question?

Does the Koenig
family live here?

Uh, they might,
but I'm not sure.

Look, I'm a journalist.

It'd be very helpful
if you could point out

any family member when
they come in or out.

Take this. I'll be in my car.

Okay.

Good morning.
- Good morning.

Excuse me, ma'am, may I
speak with you for a moment?

- With me?
- I'm looking for your husband,

Colonel Moori Koenig.

But what for?

I need to talk to him,
um, about the lady.

- What lady?
- Eva Peron.

- Leave me alone.
- Uh, please, it's important.

Step away. We have
nothing to do with her.

- Please. Can you leave us alone?
- Did you see him?

Do you talk to him? Or what
about you, do you talk to him?

- Yes we do.
- Don't say anything.

Don't talk to my daughter.

But your husband is the
only person who can help me.

We do not want anything
to do with that woman.

We've been through enough
already because of her.

- Someone planted a bomb.
- Stop it.

Leave us alone. We won't let
you ruin our lives again.

Oh, please, ma'am.
I'm a journalist.

I'll stay out here for
as long as it takes.

Tell your husband
that it is urgent

that I speak with him about
his relationship with Eva.

Forget about it. Everyone
around her ended up bad.

My husband got too close and
our family paid the price.

So if you get involved,
you will pay as much.

- Ma'am, please.
- Get out of here.

The government hears foolish
rumors about the corpse.

No one believes it's still
intact after three years.

One of the ministers thinks
you buried her in a cemetery

and replaced the body
with a wax figure.

- What would I get from that?
Fame?

And well, the ability to
stop rumors about you.

What rumors?

The President is told
countless things.

Listen to this report.

All right.

It says...

"The Spaniard is in
love with the cadaver."

Spaniard, that must
be you I presume.

He touches her,
caresses her breasts.

A soldier caught him putting his
hands between her legs repeatedly.

I would imagine
this is not true.

I don't have any reason
to deny, Colonel.

Listen, for two
and a half years,

I left the body in perfect
condition at night,

awoke to it, with her
at the following day.

I pointed out that in
order to regain her beauty,

it was necessary to
settle her insides.

But it's not necessary anymore.

Since I finally figured out a way
to keep the body from changing,

once and for all.

Doctor, the President says the body
can no longer be in your possession.

You have no way to protect it.

Has he authorized it
to be taken, Colonel?

He has.

It's the President's
orders to do it in secrecy.

If anyone in this country
knew where the body is,

no human force could protect it.

Either from the ones who love
her or the ones who hate her.

- Then be careful, Colonel.
- Uh-hmm.

Because when I
lose sight of her,

no one will be able to know
if it's really her or not.

Tell me, Colonel...

is that the real one?

Or is that one?

Or this other one?

How did you get these copies?

From an Italian sculptor.

They were to be displayed
at the mausoleum

in memoriam to Mrs. Eva.

Since they never did that,

I asked him to leave them here
as a way to protect my work.

Which one's the real one?

If you wanna take her, I
ask you to let me prepare the body.

It won't make it long
otherwise not without my care.

Which one?
- Three days tops, that's all I...

Which one is it!

Let's see if you get it now.

And stop messing
around, you scumbag.

Stop snooping.

Although she looks good,

- you should know that my work...
Just shut up!

Step aside.

Get out of my sight.

Get out, I said.

What is it?

Get out of here?

I won't repeat myself again.

Get out of here!

What are you doing?

Uh, nothing, ma'am.

- I was about to take out the trash.
- You think I'm an idiot?

What are you writing
down? Give me that.

Calculation of blood
loss, August 19th.

Five cubic centimeters
and three quarters.

Are you measuring
my blood, soldier?

Are you calculating
my loss or what?

Ma'am, it's not like that.

Meeting with the metal workers.

She looks good. Gets
dizzy at the end.

Doesn't want to rest.
She keeps working.

Since when have you
been spying on me?

I'm not spying on you.

Don't play me for a fool.

No, wait.

I'm here to take care of you.

- Who gave you orders?
- Ma'am, the General.

Get out of here now! I never
wanna see your face again!