Belgrano neighborhood, Buenos Aires, Argentina. Someone is watching Fernando Berlasky from one of the countless windows in front of his apartment and sending him e-mails.
It is an approach to the figure of Fernando Martín Peña, but it is also a film about cinema, about a transcendental movement in its history, its spaces and rituals.
Morán works as a clerk in a bank in Buenos Aires. He is as good as invisible to his colleagues. Over dinner with his colleague Román, Morán tells him that he stole exactly $650,000, which is exactly double what he would have made until his retirement. He plans to turn himself in, but not before offering Román to split the money if agrees to hide it for the duration of his incarceration.
