EXT. BACK OF BALCONY - CONTINUOUS Byron reaches the edge and gazes at the other side of town. More mountains. More frozen forest. DON CARLOS (O.S.) (Extremely frail) Son? BYRON Dad. How-- how’re you feeling? INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY SUPER: BOGOTA, COLOMBIA DON CARLOS ALTRO, 75, emaciated, chapped lips, tubes strapped to all parts of his body, holds a cellphone to his ear. DON CARLOS Like a rolled up piece of shit. What do you think?... I think this is it. BYRON (O.S.) Don’t say that, dad. Come on. You have to fight through this. DON CARLOS Cut the crap, Byron. This is the third time-- This is it. I know this is it. The connection goes bad. INTERCUT BYRON Dad? DON CARLOS Listen. Did you sell the damn thing? BYRON Yes. I got the money. DON CARLOS Don’t lie. Your voice says it all. You didn’t sell it.
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