Siete minutos, Ismael Camacho Arango [read with me TXT] 📗

CHUCHO
Not now.
She reads what Chucho writes.
FIFI
Why are you leaving a space here?
CHUCHO
It’s something I don’t understand.
Loud music comes from outside as she keeps on reading.
CHUCHO
You must go back to the party.
FIFI
I want to stay with you.
As she kisses his fur, Chucho’s eyes are fixed in the manuscript.
FIFI
When will you finish?
CHUCHO
I don’t know.
INT.CABIN IN LUXURIOUS YACHT- NIGHT
Fifi tidies the room, as Chucho writes.
CHUCHO
Don’t touch my papers.
FIFI
They’ll explain everything.
CHUCHO
I hope so.
FIFI
Tell me, please.
CHUCHO
It’s complicated.

EXT. LUXURIOUS YACHT- NIGHT
Fireworks go up the sky and the air has a pinkish hue as smoke rises to the stars.
The women are naked while the cardinal, the bishop and the nuns pray.
HOMER
This is a night to remember.
AMELIA
Hurrah to our hero!
EVERYONE
Hurrah!
The music starts again and the girls dance with each other. Amelia approaches the cardinal who looks away.
SISTER ROSA
You are naked, my child.
AMELIA
This is the way God sent me to this world.
HOMER
I’ll dance with you.
The music goes on as the cardinal prays.
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EXT. LUXURIOUS YACHT- NIGHT
The sailors bring a table with papers and calculators.
HOMER
We must talk about business now.
AMELIA
I’ll sign a cheque for the ammunitions and the tanks, Uncle Homer.
She sits at the table, her breasts trembling as she looks for something in her bag. Then she writes on a cheque.
AMELIA
We’ll kill those bastards.
The naked girls intone a revolutionary song, holding hands as Homer takes the cheque and pours champagne in the glasses. Then the girls come to the table for their drinks.