Argentina's 2001 collapse begins with saucepans. Ordinary people, dismissed as "faceless," bang pots in every neighborhood until the protest reaches the government palace, and the film treats that noise as the end point of a much longer story. It traces the country's foreign debt back nearly two hundred years to 1824, when Bernardino Rivadavia took Argentina's first loan from the British bank Baring Brothers, and follows how that debt became a tool for enriching financiers rather than the nation, passed down through governments from Mitre and Quintana to Menem and De la Rúa. The film argues that decades of borrowing produced a class of technocrats trained at Harvard, Chicago, Oxford, and Buenos Aires who served banks and foreign corporations over their own country, their portraits still hanging in official galleries. Its case is stark: this slow, legal siege of debt caused more emigration and death than either the military dictatorship or the Falklands war, in a country rich enough that hunger should never have been the outcome.