You see, Edgar is bourgeois.

He talks about revolution

but all he cares about is studying international law.

It makes me want to puke.

Why not leave him?

It's not that easy. We're married.

Get divorced.

I can't. I have no money.

I'd need a lawyer, papers, and lots more.

Stay with him.

What is it?

Looks like cops to me. What do I do?

Go on, Leyma. Nice and easy.

Give me that.

Hello.

Good evening. Police.

- Is there a problem?

No problem. Is Anselma Lopez here?

She went to Venezuela two weeks ago.

Okay? Any other questions?

Can we come in?

Care to join us for a nightcap?

No, thanks. But I'd like to see your passports.

Of course.

You're Carlos Martinez?

Peruvian?

That's right.

Do you know a Lebanese named Michel Moukharbal?

I don't know any Arabs.

He knows you. He gave us this address.

That's strange. I hate Arabs.

But you have a Lebanese visa.

Several trips to Beirut.

I can travel, can't I?

This doesn't look familiar?

Should I recognize something?

Who is the man in the photo?

I don't know.

Not you?

Not me.

Looks like you.

To you, all Latinos look alike.

That's enough! Don't be a smartass!

Don't speak to me like that!

I'll call my embassy. They know my father.

So this isn't you in the photograph?

No, it's not me.

What did he do?

We don't have to tell you that.

Where is he?

Downstairs, in a car.

Go get him.

We'll see if he knows me.

Get him.

You sure you won't have a whisky?

Just a drop.

You don't hide your opinions.

We're internationalist militants.

Non-violent.

And you? Your opinions?

No political opinions.

But you're a cop.

I protect honest citizens.

DST, no? DST? [the French CIA, basically]

Do you know him?

Never seen that guy in my life.

And you?

It's him. The man in the picture.

He's the one I gave my attaché case to.

Why?