Man 1: The decision has been made. We are leaving. Arrangements are already underway.
Man 2: You didn't even try to fight them, did you?
1: How often must I remind you? We serve more than ourselves. All of South America will be cut off. They're right to be concerned.
2: And where should they want us to run and hide, hm? Moscow?
1: Driver? Estación Corrientes.
1: Yes, they've finally fallen into our orbit. The city's going through its birth pangs even now.
2: It's not even been 20 years since we made this city. We'll look like fools if we leave now. Worse! Cowards!
1: Cowardice is (unintelligible). We are merely moving uphill as the tide comes in. You should be thrilled. Think what they will put at our disposal.
2: Tanks and aircraft - what use will they be?
1: Yes, I suppose. In any case, the decision is made. We are all leaving.
2: Not all.
1: Uh, driver, I said Corrientes! The Obelisk! I wish to see--
2: I'm sorry.
1: What? What have you done? What have you done?
2: You're old. You've forgotten how to fight, and what's coming is war.
1: Think... think for just a moment! What can you even hope to accomplish? If you betray one of us--
2: You betray us all. It is as you said. We will be cut off. But we will fight!
1: This is folly, do you hear me? Absolute folly!
2: For three years and three months, one night and one day...
1: Stop this...
2: He bled... and the warrior was no traitor anymore....
1: You fool!
2: But a hero.