All language subtitles for Las Ovejas no Pierden el Tren (2015) BRrip.eng

- Alberto, this doesn't settle.
- So it didn't snow in March anymore.

It's just a few flakes.

A few flakes...

Do you like the snow, Lucas?

Of course.
Mum, are the Three Wise Men coming?

The boy doesn't get it. It's...

Lucas, the snow's because
this village is a little colder.

A little... My left ear's numb,
like a dead man's ear stuck on me.

Mom, I've got a dead ear too.

Shut up, shrimp.

The boy's cold.

I didn't say "knotty" words.

No? Give me a kiss.

- Have fun at school.
- 0kay.

Don't look at me like that,
I know what you're thinking.

We discussed this, Alberto,
and we both decided.

So stop blaming me for everything!

- I didn't open my mouth.
- Oh, please!

You can tell what you're thinking.
Look at you.

Jaw locked, shoulders up
and feet apart.

And that gloomy face.
I can't stand that face!

What face do you want me
to have in this cold?

- It's not that cold!
- It's not cold...

Maybe a little cold,
but is that my fault? Please!

Why are you like this today?

I've got my period.

I can't take any more, I can't.

I don't want the boy to be alone.
I want him to have a brother.

Relax, honey. We're trying.

- Sure, I know, I know.
- 0kay, okay.

Here.

- Do the shopping.
- I've got some money.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Alright then...

Give me a kiss. 'Bye.

And write a little.

Write? I can't even feel my hands.

SIDETRACKED

IDEAS FOR A NOVEL

- Hello.
- Hey there.

Down, Pilón! Pilón!

Pilón, come here, you bastard!

Leave the man alone!

Get off! Get inside, you bastard!

Damn dog scared me!

Jeez, the dog just wanted to play.

Then put a muzzle on him.

You're not from around here, huh?

We're living here for a while.
Is it always this cold?

This is nothing.
Winters are hard here, hard!

Where can I get some firewood?

- I'll give you some.
- I'd be very grateful.

Manolo.

Alberto.

- You scratch my back...
- Whatever you need.

Go on inside
and get over your scare.

Good. Tomorrow we begin module 2,

so remember: punctuality.

See you tomorrow.

Luisa, I can't keep up
the classes this semester.

Why? Did you get a job?

It's not that, it's... money.

- Don't worry.
- 0kay. Thanks.

It's freezing in here.

And it'll get worse.

Mom? What are you doing here?
Did something happen?

No, I came to see
the apartment above.

- For whom?
- For me.

I don't understand.

There's nothing to understand.

I assure you,
I try my hardest, but...

I can't stand that place
a minute longer!

- No...
- Yes!

And don't make a scene.

The decision is irrevocable!
Oh, how dreadful!

Alright, Mom...

- Was is so bad between you?
- Awful.

- Well...
- But it's no big drama.

I just want the life I deserve.
It's not much to ask.

What?

I have to find a job,
Ijustreafized.

Find me something comfortable
that doesn't take time

from my concerts, my exhibitions,
the whole fandango.

But Mom, you're 65.

64.

You make it sound like a lot.

Separated? It's terrible,
and I'll tell her so.

- I didn't expect it.
- Mom and her grandstanding.

She sees I'm a hit with guys now,
and she can't stand it.

Do you listen when you speak
or blurt it out

and hope some words fit together?

Do you know what Frank's
Facebook status is?

Who's Frank?

0h, from the orgy.
Since we were talking about Mom...

You never listen to me.
His mood is "cheery",

and before it was "flustered".
How about that!

Sara, you haven't been
calling him compulsively?

Not once!

- Emails?
- Two.

WhatsApps?

Three.

- Did he answer you?
- That doesn't matter!

It doesn't matter?!

I wrote a comment on his Facebook

and he put...

What's that?

- The little "like" hand.
- Can I get served, please?

Lady, I'm talking to my sister.

Linda, please, see to her.

Look, really...

Sara, please,
can we talk about Mom?

What a drag!
I don't feel like talking about Mom.

Honey, it's important.

MARTÚE WINERY

If we hook this huge winery,
and I think we will,

the others will fall into line...
What's wrong?

- Nothing.
- Yes. What's wrong?

It's a big world

and too much is going on
to limit yourself to winery reports.

It still comes underjournalism.

Besides, to be frank,

I'm sick of wandering
all over the world.

I know, I never missed
one your news broadcasts.

- I wasn't that big.
- Yes, you were.

You were my favourite reporter.

- When are your girls coming?
- Tomorrow.

Great! Shall we do something
at your place with my friends?

Your friends? All of them?

Don't worry, I'll be gone
before your girls arrive.

We'll have to arrange it
so you can meet them.

You've been saying that for 6 months.

It's a delicate subject.

The way you like it:
little by little.

It's not easy for me.
Be reasonable.

I'm not being reasonable?

- Be reasonable.
- Do you think it's alright

to hide me from your daughters,
and even your ex-wife?

Look, I know it upsets you,
but don't threaten me.

- I'm not.
- Yes, you are.

I'm informing you.

- Thanks for the accuracy.
- You're welcome.

Excuse me, I get out here.

- Did you have a good trip?
- Yes, very good.

- What do I owe you?
- That's 15 Euros for gas...

and 7 for the toll.

We split the cost of the sandwiches.

So that's 22.

- 22.
- Here, 20...

20.

...and 5.

- You don't have change?
- No.

Do you have change?

Me? No.

Well...

Alright then.

- 'Bye.
- See you later.

It's cheaper and all that,
but the lack of privacy...

Look, of course it's the money,

but really it's an ecological issue.

Sure.

- That's it?
- Yeah.

Listen, honey...

Do you think your semen's okay?

Fuck.

Your friend Paco, the sports writer,
is he still separated?

I think so.
Do you want him to inseminate you?

No, we could introduce him to Sara.

Poor Paco.

Poor Paco?
What's wrong with my sister?

- She's half insane.
- Excuse me?

Alberto, you're always the same.

A pain in the ass.

Are you writing
or visiting those websites?

- What's this all about?
- Nothing. Just asking.

Why don't you call her?

Was your sister really in an orgy?

My sister in an orgy? What?

- Your mother told me.
- My mother?

Of course. Who else?

And she's separated from Emilio.
Crazy, huh?

No, it's good, a brave decision.

What is it?
Does she have a lover?

No, she doesn't have a lover.

She got tired of Emilio, that's all.

Your mother gets bored quickly.

What's your problem with my family?

Your mom is different,
she puts up with everything.

Here we go!

It never fails, we start with
your mom and end up with mine!

You started it! You always
badmouth my sister and my mother.

It's your sexist upbringing!

You don't understand a woman

who wants her own life,
whatever her age, that's what it is.

Relax, honey,
it'll all work out.

You should just write

and trust in yourself and life.
Everything passes.

The days here are endless.

You're not at one with nature.

You don't make the most of it.
Do you know what a gift this is?

I'd rather get an iPad.

An iPad...

You're on a negative path.
You should...

Negativism my ass!
Always on about being negative!

Fine, be negative.
Negative, negative...

I'm negative because
I fucking feel like ¡t!

- I'm not saying anything.
- Do I tell you how to feel?

- Go on, keep it up!
- It's so cold in this village.

- What's wrong now?
- I'm cold.

You're so over the top!

You don't take thermal incompatibility
into account when you meet someone.

If I knew you felt the cold so much,
I wouldn't have married you.

You should be with
a happy-clappy Eskimo.

Come here, Eskimo.

You're so cold!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Hi, how are you?

How's your week been?

Fine, but Laura's got a fever

because she didn't rug up.

The girl got a fever

- so you think it's my fault.
- Juan, it's obvious.

But I went to school, Dad.
Mom gave me Apiretal.

- It's bad to abuse medicines.
- Juan, I'm a nurse.

I know when to give
my girl medicine!

If she was rugged up,
this might not have happened.

- What's that?
- Don't talk like that

- in front of the girls.
- Then how do I tell you?

- (Okay.
."By the Wa)'-

Do you know I'm fucking
a 25-year-old girl?"

"25? That's great!
I'm so happy for you."

"I'm surprised
you're taking it so well."

"Sure. Life is for living.

Look at me, I've fucked
almost the whole gym."

"You're kidding."

"Even the janitor".

"Cristobal? The Cuban?

They say he's hung like a horse."

"And they're right."

Thanks, Mum.

Do you like the cannelloni?

We love it, Gran.
Much better than Dad's soup.

Was there a lot of traffic?

No, Dad, it was fine.

Are you busy at work?

I'm trying to start a press agency.
It's not easy.

Was there much traffic?

No, Dad, not much traffic.

Not too much, Mom,
I don't want to get like Juan.

Do you eat well in that village?

That's one good thing.

- Was there much traffic?
- No, it was fine, Dad.

Where's Luisa?
I thought she was coming for lunch.

No, I told you, she's working.

When are you going to see Luis Ángel?

At the Segovia Herald.

I'm busy with the novel,
I've got no time.

- Sure.
- Sure what?

- Who is Lucas with then?
- With Luisa's mother.

I'm deep into the novel,
I've got no time.

Deep into it!

Was there much traffic?

Dad! Dad!

- It's not that easy.
- I'd go if I were you.

You're so smart.

- Unless you shift your ass...
- Was there much traffic?

No traffic, damn it!
Not a fucking car on the road!

Just what I needed,
you two arguing.

Here.

- Sorry, Mom, I lost my cool.
- What's this?

The home I'm putting your father in.

So he can die of sorrow?

What's wrong?

Are you going to come here
every day to wipe his ass?

I agree, Mom.
There's no other option.

They drug them up
and dump them in a hall all day.

Answer her. Are you going to
come and wipe his ass?

- Are you?
- No, Juan. Are you?

Daddy.

- Daddy!
- Yes, Laura.

Granddad's eating a flower.

But you're paying, eh?

Yes, Armando, it's your turn.

See you, you fucker.

Get the blonde to come.

Right then.

How's your brother?
Separated from his wife, isn't he?

Now he's got a girlfriend
much younger than him.

He's living large, the fucker.

And I live out here now.

Yes, so I was told.
You published your novel, huh?

Yes, over 12 years ago.

But you got kind of famous.

I remember you in a leatherjacket,
out to conquer the world.

Sure, you were a lad.

Since then I've mainly
been a journalist...

Great. Great.

- ...digital press.
- A good background.

So, what can I do for you?

Basically, Luis Ángel,
I wanted to introduce myself

and tell you that
I'm close by and available.

Of course.

Thanks, Alberto! My hero!

It's the last one.
Put it down here. Just a moment.

I'm so sorry the lift's out.

- You came up five floors...
- Six, six.

My girl must he happy with you,
you're a real man. Girls!

So?

How's my new single girl pad?
You haven't said anything.

It's huge, Mom.

It's over the top.
Who's paying for it?

Emilio.

- But you're not with Emilio.
- Right.

But is it alright with him?

He doesn't know yet.

He doesn't?
He's not loaded.

What do you know?
And stop bugging me!

- What will you live on?
- I'll get a job.

A job? You've never worked
in your life. What'll you do?

I was thinking
it'd be fantastic

to work in Sara's cafe.

0h, terrific!
I've already got too many waitresses.

Waitress... Don't be silly!

You don't have anyone
handling public relations.

Go on!

What's this?

When mom thought the pictures
of us didn't look cute,

she put a sticker on our faces.
How about that?

Speaking of photos...

Alberto, go on, it's your turn.

Come on!
What are you waiting for?

Come on, it's the perfect time.

Don't run in photos!

And pull back that hair!

Suck in your tummy.

What are you doing? No!
I'll look fat! Go back!

Mom, I'm in a hurry.
Tonight I have to meet

- the "man of my life".
- We can introduce her to Paco.

- Really?
- Thanks.

Just take it easy,
and don't make a scene.

Her? Please...

I'm a big girl now.

Let's agree on some signals, like:

"He likes me, he doesn't,
he does a little..."

- Paco's almost here.
- You're kidding!

By the way,
I Googled all about him,

I read his "tweets",

I asked to be his Facebook friend,
I watched handball games...

My sister's a dating professional.

Nothing gets past her. Right, honey?

Incredible. It took me
three months to talk to Juan.

I can't get people to talk to me
for three months.

Let's talk about the signals again.

What if you see him

and you get bad vibes?

I'll say my friend Vanessa

is getting a tummy tuck tomorrow.

- Is that too com plicated?
- If you like him...

I'll say I have to feed the cat.

- You don't have a cat.
- Here's Paco.

- You doing alright?
- How are you, man?

Great. Hi, how are you?

This is Sara, Luisa's sister,
my sister-in-law.

- How are you?
- Nice to meet you.

- Same here.
- How are you?

I just came from covering
a game in Luxembourg.

- How about that!
- So cold...

You have the same voice
as in the games.

Yeah, sure, my voice.

What were we talking about?

Your friend Vanessa
isn't having the operation?

No, sheisnl.

I was telling them
that a friend of mine

was going to get a tummy tuck,
but not now.

My sister got one,

- and she's delighted.
- Really?

What a signal!

What's so funny?
Did I miss something?

No, Juan was telling
jokes about doctors...

How did the cat one go?

Look...

I've forgotten to feed mine.

- Really? You've got a cat?
- Julio. Beautiful, white...

I'm sorry,
I can't sit next to you,

I'm allergic to cats.
Mind if we switch? I get it bad.

- Really?
- Paco, please...

My throat seizes up...

No, it's fine. Really, it's fine.

Okay-

This has the same effect on me
as cats do, honestly.

Let's take a photo.

Fattie!

Don't give me that look.
You know it makes you sick.

Me or my sperm?

- You brought it up.
- I know what you're thinking.

One puff and I've got
100 less sperm cells.

- That's not funny.
- It isn't?

No. If you don't want another child,
that's fine, but just tell me.

Relax. I'm just stressed,
money worries...

- But we're trying, aren't we?
- Yes, and it's not working.

Your sperm count is down.

Did you measure it with a test tube?

- You should cut down on the porn.
- What porn?

Your computer history says:

"double penetration", "gang bang",
"bukkake", "MILF".

"MILF"? What's a "MILF"?

Never mind. As I was saying...

If you masturbated less

you'd have more and it'd be easy.

A cellphone mobile in your pocket
is bad too, it's the Wifi waves.

Unbelievable.
I don't want to know.

It's not crap, it's science.

Your sister's eating Paco alive,
it's amazing.

- Can't this man keep still?
- We're changing bars. Coming?

No, we have to go,
we've got the kid.

I need a word.

What'Il we do about Dad?

You still think the home
is a good idea?

Yes. Mom did the paperwork.
She wants us to take him.

I'm not taking Dad
to the slaughterhouse.

- If your morals say it's okay...
- Fuck morals.

Spend 24 hours with him, like Mom,
then tell me about morals.

You coming to Lavapiés?

Come on, we can grab
a couple of taxis.

No way! On foot!
We're not millionaires.

Come on.

Coming to "Lavapa"? Oh, God!

You'll break his back.

No, I'm fine, fine.

To Lavapiés!

Let's go.

"Lavapa"... Pathetic.

I love you.

"I love you"?
You told him you loved him?

- A guy you just met?
- Yes, fattie.

You're right,
it just slipped out.

How can it just slip out?

Have you never let a fart slip out?

Yes, but this is much worse
than a fart.

- What did he do?
- He's a gentleman.

- He pretended he didn't hear.
- Sure, what else could he do?

But that's not why I'm calling.

He gave me his phone number,

we're meeting up this week

and he told me I've got
the best tits in Europe.

In Europe?

He could've said the world.

Nothing's enough for you.

Isnïitenough
to outdo Italian girls?

Well, yeah.

'Bye, sis'. We'll talk later.

Forget it.
What a jerk.

She's just jealous.

Handball is weird.

No, no, no.

No' no, no, no.

No, no, this can't be happening.

Yes, I'm sick of sending CVs too.

I should grab a video camera
and report whatever I want.

- Know what I think?
- No. What?

You've got the makings
of a trending topic.

You idiot.

Good morning. It's midday.

We let it go on a bit too long.

Yeah...
What was I going to say?

I'm not sure if I slept with
your friend Andrea.

No! She just had a bad cold

so we dragged her to your bed

because I didn't want anyone
going into your daughters' room.

Have a giggle about it, okay?

No, I'm laughing. It's fine, it's...

My daughters!

I forgot about them. Jesus Christ!

Come on, guys, get up!
Come on!

Everybody up! Please!
What a time we had! Come on!

Please!
We had some fun alright!

- Up! Everyone up!
- Don't get mad.

Sorry, sorry.

Everything's fine. Terrific.

- Natalia.
- Coming.

Come on, let's go.

- Everybody up.
- Paula? I'll be right down.

Yes, I'll be down to give you a kiss.

Andrea, Andrea. Come on.

Andrea!

Please... Natalia!

- Andrea, come on.
- You have to get up.

- Andrea, come on.
- Alright, Andrea...

- Come on, Andrea.
- Don't lie down. Energy!

- It's so nice here.
- Come on, girl...

Snap out of it. Come here.

MY God!

This is just fucking great...

That's enough! Get out!

Sorry.

Sorry.

Go to your daughters,
I'll handle this.

Leave me alone!

Go on, let her have it.

Daddy! Yay!

- Hi.
- How are you?

Girls!

Hi, Daddy!

You look awful.
Didn't you sleep?

Yes...

I was working really late.

I didn't sleep much.

Are you with a girl?

A girl?

No. Why do you ask that?

I don't know, no reason.
It wouldn't be weird.

No, but"

I'm all on my own. You?

I'm a nurse, Juan.
I don't have time.

- Come on.
- Can you?

Are those your neighbors?

I'm not surprised you can't sleep.

RURAL HELL

CHAPTER ONE

Who's the man with the belly?

It's you, Mom,
with your tummy full of babies.

Really?
Do you want a little brother?

Yes.

Everything on the floor, as usual!

- Why?
- To look after, to spoil

and give him lots of kisses.

I'd like you to have
a little brother too.

Your little toy!

I thought you were dead.

Daddy...

When I'm 5 will I reach the ceiling?

Yes.

Will I be able to kick the clouds?

Yes.

And score a goal with the moon?

Yes, Lucas, yes.

Alberto!

I know you've got a hangover,
but pay more attention to your son.

Whatever you say.
Where's the aspirin?

- Did you buy some?
- Why should I buy them?

- Because I'm working.
- Relax. Please!

- I'm supposed to relax?
- I've got a headache!

Look, Alberto,

I went to bed at the same time
and drank as much as you did,

but I got up at 8, with the boy.

- So cut it out!
- Please...

Please what?
What are you on about?

- You really want to argue?
- No, I don't.

I want you to care about
your son's upbringing!

That's all. Now leave me alone!

I don't care about his upbringing?
I'm with him all day!

Lucas, who's with you all day,
Dad or Mom?

- Leave him alone!
- Oh, God!

Just go. Go, go!

Sure I'll go!
You're hysterical!

- I'm hysterical?
- You're hys...

Alright, honey, it's over.

I'm sorry.

Morning!

Get over here.

- Me?
- Yeah.

The usual stroll, huh?

- No, I was...
- Give me a hand. Grab that.

Go on, take it.

- Where are we going?
- We're taking it in there.

I see you strolling around,
doing nothing...

I'm thinking, you know?
I'm a writer.

This might clear the crap
from your head too.

What crap?

I know what I'm talking about.
It goes there.

You know what I mean.

Wait there, the girls are coming out.

- What girls?
- When they're in, shut the gate!

What gate?

Let's go, my pretties!

In you go! In you go!

Hold on!

Don't go!
Where are you going? Writer!

Look at him! Unbelieveable!

Alright then, Leganés 101,

I'll pick up the glove
and accept your challenge.

Alvaro, you know
I'm more into figure skating,

but it's "Champions" tomorrow,

so tune in here at 2 to 3 pm,

as always an hour less
in the Canary Islands.

See you tomorrow.

- What are you doing here?
- Paco".

- What?
- Silly man. Are you embarrassed?

- I'm buying you lunch.
- Lunch?

Of course. Paco...

Lunch, yes...

How did you get in here?

I forged an announcer's card.

By the way, you're right
about the 4th referee.

- Why is that?
- He's not necessary.

- I don't like you.
- I don't like you either.

- Ugly.
- 0bnoxious.

- Nitwit.
- Boring.

Dickhead!

I'm ovulating.

What is it?
You're denigrating my semen now?

Well... yes, I am.

Just be quick,
then leave me alone.

Quick?

Quick.

No orgasm?

No orgasm, as usual.

- Good morning.
- Hello.

Is Natalia in?

Yes. Come in.

Hello.

Hello.

I wasn't expecting you.

We're doing yoga.

I brought the clothes
you left the other day.

Oh, good.
Just leave them there.

The green sweater is mine.
Okay, breathe...

What are you doing?

I told you, we're doing yoga.

Great.

But...

Anyway, well... No?

Yes. I don't know.

Do you want a drink?

No.

I'm getting my daughters and...

Great. Your daughters and...

I spoke to the director,
she's waiting for you.

Just leave him there,
she'll handle everything.

These are the admission papers
and please,

- call me when you've left him.
- Yes, Mom.

Don't forget, son.

You're going with your son Alberto
to the hospital,

to do some tests.

Fine, fine. Who's going?

You... to the hospital.

Well, you shouldn't have put it there.

- Shall we have lunch?
- Dad, come with me.

Fine, young man.
Was there much traffic?

No, the roads are fine.

It'll all be fine and I'll come
and see you as soon as I can.

Fine.

Ana, the contract, please.
The papers are ready.

- If you'll come with me, Rodrigo.
- No...

- Come along.
- I'm going home.

- Dad.
- Take it easy.

- Rodrigo, just a second.
- This man got it wrong.

- It's not here!
- Come along. Relax.

- Tell him it's not here.
- Dad, what did we agree?

- Tests first, then home.
- They think it's here.

- Listen to me.
- Didn't you say it was here?

You told me!
Not this man! It wasn't here!

- Take it easy!
- It wasn't here! Let me go!

Let me go, I have to get to work.
My wife's waiting...

- Come along.
- You don't get it, you idiot.

- Imbecile!
- Your wife...

- You don't get it. Sir...
- Your son's coming.

Sir, would you tell my son?!

- Come on.
- No one cares.

I knew, I know where it is.

- It's alright.
- I've been every year...

You're going to die!

I'll kill you
with my brute strength!

I'm so scared!

No, please don't kill me!

Don't kill me!

You don't intend
for your father to stay here?

- No, but I didn't know what to do.
- Don't kill me.

- You kidnapped your father?
- He couldn't stay there.

- They keep each other company.
- Does your mother know?

I'll call her now and take him home.
Please take it easy.

This is insane, really.

- It makes no sense.
- Mom, Granddad is a baby.

Lucas, no!
Donïtouchtha?

- Give it to me.
- Did you get any on you?

Dad, put it in.
Open your mouth.

- Alberto, do something, please.
- I'll call my mother, just wait.

Not your mother, a professional.

I know what I have to do.

- 0pen your mouth, Dad.
- He doesn't want it in his mouth.

Take it easy.

Forget it.

Are you disgusted by
the teeth or my dad?

Don't blow it out of proportion.

You could pretend
to give a shit about my family.

Of course I do. Calm down.

You don't know the day I've had.

No, I don't.
Calm down and we'll talk.

Shut your fucking mouth,
you're ruining my life!

What did you say?

Fine.

Was there much traffic?

I hate people who say
"I told you so".

But I told you so,
I knew this would happen.

Shit, you're so smart.
At least I'm trying.

It's easy to criticize
and wash your hands,

- like you always do.
- Don't kid yourself.

- I act when it makes sense.
- Mom's life doesn't make sense?

What's this crap, man?
You really talk crap.

You've always been selfish.
You give people sermons,

and when there's real trouble,
you run away.

Luisa's getting sick of me.

I could say the same about Natalia.

It's alla mess. A mess.

When did we miss the train?

Don't give me your trite phrases,
I'll get sick to my stomach.

When did a train pass you by?

- That's what they say, right?
- Tell me another one.

Is that some metaphor for life?

Chances in life, a train...
Think about it.

A crate rattling on the same rails
all day, no way out.

- Is that life?
- I think you're right.

Of course.

Hey, I love metaphors too,

but constructive ones, real ones.

- Fucking train...
- one you hear or you read

and it stays with you.
But a train?

- Fucking train.
- What am I, an asshole?

Am I on the sofa watching
"Spaniards Around the World"

and some train passes me by?
If I miss it, I miss it.

- We've been conned.
- Catch another train!

We've been conned.

We can miss
all the trains we want.

You know what? It's unbearable

to live thinking it's all too late.
I don't want to do that.

- No. I'll tell you one thing.
- I make my own time.

- You're right, but...
- No, no, no.

- No, listen.
- No, no, no, no.

- I'm the master of my own time.
- Of course.

My failures, my successes...

And if I have to start from scratch
a thousand times, I will.

- If you fall down, you get up.
- If I fall down, I get up.

Who's going to come along
and manage my time,

tell me what I have to do,
where I have to get to

or if it's too late to reach
my objectives, if I even have to?

- No...
- What objectives?

- What objectives?
- My objective is me.

Your objective is you.
My objective is me.

Sure.

I make my own time!

I'll miss all the trains I want!

I'll miss all the trains I want!

All the trains I want!

That's great, genius!

But will you shut the fuck up?!
I have to get a train tomorrow!

Maybe we should take Ibuprofen
before we go to bed.

Yes?

Lucas, get in the car.
Alberto, where are you?

Luisa...

At my brother's place, I fell asleep.
I was going to call you, but I forgot.

0h, you forgot.

I'll be at my mom's place
for a few days with the boy

so you can get
your head straight.

Don't be so extreme.
Wait, we'll talk. I'll catch a bus now.

No, I need you to be there,
and since you're not,

that's fine, I'd rather be alone.

But I'll be there, honey, I swear.
I'll be there with you.

- Morning.
- Morning.

We'll talk later. 'Bye.

Luisa... Lu...

But is it definitive?

I hope not, I'm hardwired
to be in a relationship.

A relationship is...

I'd rather be in a bad relationship
than be alone.

I doubt I'll ever be
in a relationship again.

- You're seeing Sara a lot, right?
- We see each other.

And?

She's a good girl, she's nice.

Yeah, she's nice,
but you see her all the time.

Well...

Gentlemen don't talk
about such things.

- We're not gentlemen, Paco.
- A bit of respect for my sister-in-law.

Are you a gentleman or not?

How can this guy be a gentleman?
Spill it.

We've got this amazing
sexual chemistry,

in bed.

- Your sister-in-law's a sex machine.
- Sara?

Yes, apart from having
the best tits in Europe.

You've seen all of them?

- The ones in Italy...
- Even in the details?

Movement and rhythm

perfectly in time:
"bim-bam, bim-bam."

Body created down to
the millimetre for pleasure.

Sara?

Sara.

My friends,

this girl is the quintessence
of sexual ecstasy

in womanly form.

Sara, eh?

Sara. Sara, Sara, Sara.

Paco.

Sara.

Let's go.

What's wrong?

Paco, do you like sushi?

You can make sushi!

Paco.

You're a real champ:

successful businesswoman,

smart, 10 points for cooking,

and the best tits in Europe.

You'd make a terrific wife.

That's what I thought,
but no one ever asked me.

- People don't appreciate the good things.
- I couldn't agree more.

A couple more dinners like this

and I'll go straight to the altar.

No kidding.

Can you say that again, Paco?

A couple more dinners like this
and I'll go straight to the altar.

No kidding.

Hey, you bastard!

Come on, I saw you go in!

Not coming out?

Okay, okay.

Alright, sleep tight, writer.

Okay, okay.

I just want to know what happened.

You're taking Alberto's side?
You could take my side for once.

Sure.
So... will you be staying long?

Yes, a few days. Why?

No, no reason.

What's wrong?
Is it convenient?

Yes.

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

- You don't have anything to tell me?
- Don't be silly!

Look, now you mention it, I do.

No, Mom, come here.

I really can't miss
that EI Greco retrospective.

It's in Toledo. Are you coming?

Hold on. You're not involved
with someone, are you?

Don't talk rubbish!

- Mom!
- 0h, it's you.

Fátima!

My sister!
What are you doing here?

I separated from Alberto.

I'm so sorry, but this is great,
now I don't have to repeat myself.

You look awful.

Well, girls, I know
you're very skeptical about me

and you think my life's a failure,

but I have something
very important to tell you.

Important for you, for me

and for the universe.

Girls...

I'm getting married.

How about that!

Oh, please...

To whom?

Who else? My boyfriend.

Since when do you have a boyfriend?
Do you know him?

Mom, she doesn't have one.
You don't have one.

Please, none of your mental blocks.

Just because he's recent
doesn't mean I don't have one.

And yes, my boyfriend Paco
asked me to marry him.

Really? When?

- Last night, at dinner.
- How did it happen?

That's private.
What do you care?

0h, honey, I could eat you up!
I could eat you up!

Is Aunt Sara getting married or not?

- She isn't getting married.
- Wrong!

She is getting married.

Why the long faces?

It's all so sudden.
Like your sister.

What about my sister?

I've split up with Alberto.

I said so when you came in,
but you never listen.

I'm sorry if my happiness
overshadows your dramas.

Fuck off.

What did I do?

And presenting... Lucas!

Check out our new house.

- It's nice.
- Go over there.

Wait, wait. Look.

- Lucas, are you nervous?
- Yes.

Show your face, you bastard!

Alberto!

Hey!

How are you doing?
Come on, lend me a hand.

No, I can't today,
I don't feel so good.

That's exactly why.

It's better than
fretting and fussing over it.

I'm not coming down!

- Sure they don't bite?
- Of course not!

The just give you a kiss!

Do they attack?

They don't attack you!

You don't have an idiot cousin
to help you out?

No, I've got my neighbor here.

Hey, Sara.

Sara, how are you?

0h, hello!

- How are you?
- Terrific.

I'm so busy with the wedding.

- So I've been unreachable.
- Oh, I didn't know.

- That I was getting married?
- No, that you were unreachable.

Well, now you know.

- How come you're getting married?
- Fran, people get married.

I... I didn't expect it.

I hope you understand
we can't see each other again.

0h, yes. Don't worry,
I think I lost your number.

- Then that's perfect.
- I'm happy for you.

- And I'm happy for you.
- Thanks.

And I'm sorry.

About what?

No”?
'Me? why?

Frank, let's just leave it.

Yes, we'd better.

Good luck.

Good luck to you.

No! to you!

- Didn't I say I was getting married?
- Yeah, yeah.

See you later, Frank.

See you.

Alberto...

Hello. How are you?

Fine, here at the school,
doing the accounts.

I'm starting to lose money.

Where are you?
What are you doing?

Nothing, I'm taking... a walk.

Luisa, I can't stand it without you.

I don't get why you left.
It's not that bad, is it?

I'm not alright.
I just need to be alone, to think.

Why?
Because you're not pregnant?

Maybe I'm not pregnant because
something's wrong between us.

Lately all we do is fight.
We can't stand each other.

- Okay.
- Well...

So when are you coming?

We'll talk later.

Right, now you drive, okay?

Remember everything?

The contact, the starter motor...

- The low gears, high gears...
- ...the clutch...

You're explaining it again, Manolo?
I'm getting a splitting headache.

There you go!

Go with Uncle Alberto!
Come on, girls!

Right! You dump the feed,
I'll get the hay.

You should read "Animal Farm"
by George Orwell.

What?

A day without eating.
She must be about to give birth.

- You saw the milking mark?
- Sure I did.

I was with her all yesterday
and she couldn't keep still.

You're really helping me out, lad.

Then I deserve a bite, right?

Get moving, writer.

"Still seeing that girl?"

"No, she's just a good friend."

"-You don't want any hassles now."
"-Exactly.

You've got to think things through."

"Listen, if it'll help,

we could have a shag
for the good old days."

"Fantastic!

But you'd better go on top,

I've got a bit of lumbago."

Listen, I'm a nurse,
I know if candy's bad for you.

Every time we meet are you
going to tell me you're a nurse?

- Daddy, Mommy, have a kiss.
- Yes, a kiss!

- A kiss!
- No, girls.

- Mom and Dad don't kiss now.
- What the hell...

Jeez!

Great!

Great!

Right, see you.

Bye, Daddy!

- Excuse me.
- Yes. Everything to your liking?

Yes, great. Could you bring me
another one of these?

I'll get some service.

I'm head of public relations.
Linda!

She spends all day gabbing
and asking me for money.

She gets me to run errands.

I'm worried about the money,
her lifestyle...

I don't know,

but she wants us out of her house.

- Why is that?
- Put two and two together.

No!

You tell me.

Is that possible?

Look at her, she looks younger
and prettier every day.

You're taking our mother
being a prostitute very calmly.

What? You're so gross.
Think before you speak.

I mean that I think she's having
a fling with someone.

That's even worse,
she's only just separated.

Look who's talking, "Madam Orgy"!

Oh, please!
What's this orgy crap?

Technically, it was nothing,
those guys didn't get it up.

- I don't want the details.
- And I won't give them to you,

I've got one foot on the altar.

Isn't life strange?
I'm getting married...

and you two are separated.
What a shame.

But I've arrange
a blind date for you.

What?

Now you're single.

But I'm not single.

You're not?
You've gone off Alberto.

Me?

If you don't love him...

Don't you know I love Alberto?

- You see?
- So?

I knew ¡t! If you love him,
why are you living with your mom?

C'mon, fattie,
let's pack your bags.

You're going home.

Where's your family?

- In Madrid.
- In Madrid?

It's shit being along, isn't it?

Have you been alone long, Manolo?

My Rosario died 15 years ago now.

Do you get used to it?

It's no good being angry all day,
women don't like it.

- Do you mean me?
- You'd know.

You think you're pretty smart.
It's more complicated.

No, no. In the end,
everything is much easier.

I didn't get on
with my Rosario either.

I look at you and I see
myself when I was young.

You were like me?

Yes, just as pig-headed.

Mad all day, like somebody
did something to you.

Come on.

- Here you go.
- What's this?

You're working, aren't you?
Then you get paid!

If you want this every month,

I still need someone to help out.

It's up to you.

- I want to see her.
- Alberto, what's wrong?

Nothing, I have something
important to tell Luisa.

You missed her,
they just left for Valdeprados.

- What?
- They've gone.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

What's that noise?

Nothing, some lady friends.

- Do you want to see Daddy?
- Yes.

Daddy!

Daddy!

Where's Dad?

Isn't he here?

No.

He must've gone for a walk.

He'll be right back.

He'll be so happy to see us.

Go and play?
- Yes!

Go on.

Alberto!

Thanks for taking me.

- What are you up to?
- I'll tell you some other time.

It's 100 km., Juan.
I'll pay for the gas.

It's a matter of ecology.

- Excuse me.
- Yes?

Can you lower the window?
It smells a bit weird in here.

Sure thing,
it's your car too, right?

- Thanks.
- It's the least we can do!

Thanks a lot.

Your personal hygiene is...

Thanks, Juan.

- Daddy! Daddy!
'Oh, my boy.

I missed you, little guy.
Where's Mom?

- Daddy.
- What?

You smell like a cow.

I'll tell you a story in a second.

I go away for two weeks

and you turn into the man
in "Little House on the Prairie".

- We live in the country, don't we?
- Right. I hate you.

I know.

Why did you let us go?

I don't know, I was an idiot.

- Yes. And a brat.
- And a brat.

I agree,

but I see it all clearly now.
I'm really into...

Well...

I don't know what,
but I feel good, I know I'm good.

Above all, I know I love you,
and that's all that matters now.

I was an asshole,
a selfish brat.

I don't know if it's too late
to get you back, but...

I want to be with you
and for us to be happy.

Whatever comes, comes,
and if it doesn't, we'll just see.

You look so pretty.

Let's go to bed... now.

Are you ovulating?

No.

Push it hard.

Dad, can I drive the tractor?

- When you're big.
- I am big.

Have you got a license?

No.

Well then.

Do you want to help Dad
pick lettuces?

Yes.

But not a word to Mum.
It's our secret.

- Secret?
- Secret!

Let's go.

Where'd you get these vegetables
and tomatoes that smell so good?

- They look organic.
- Do you like them?

- I really like them.
- You're what I like.

Alberto...

- Alberto... please.
- What's wrong?

No, let me,
you mix the colors.

- I'll do it.
- Why?

Hey...

How did you get these stains?

Dad's tractor.

What are you talking about?

Dad's tractor?

We were with the sheep.

The sheep?

What an imagination he's got.

Doesn't he?

Where does he get
these ideas from, Alberto?

Who knows? From me?
I don't know.

You don't know?
This is his school shirt.

The school's full of country folks,
surrounded by sheep and goats.

- It's what he sees.
- I know that in school...

Daddy!

Daddy!

Hello.

How are you?

Good.

I'm just downstairs,
with my girls.

Come down and I'll introduce you.

Listen, right now
isn't a good time for me.

Sure. I imagine...

you're doing your things.

What do you mean?

Nothing, you've got your world,
your things, and it seems I don't fit.

- Whatever, I don't want to talk.
- But Juan, you called me.

I wanted to introduce you to my girls,

- but since you don't want to meet them...
- Stop it, I don't know what you want.

What do you want?
I don't understand you.

I understand myself, I do.

Natalia!

Daddy! Daddy!

Daddy.

Stand up straight.

Lucas, tell Auntie Sara "I do".

I do.

I love you too, Paco!

Excuse me, we're closing.

I'll just change.

Do you have a wedding date?

It's not set,
but probably in summer.

Right, Lucas?

Yes.

We don't have a cent
and suddenly he doesn't care.

- That's what I don't get.
- Maybe he's depressed.

Living where you are,
in the country, frankly...

Depressed?
He's over the moon.

By the way, when Paco comes

don't mention the wedding.

- What?
- I don't want him to feel pressured.

He told me he wants to
take things easy, calmly,

- and I respect that.
- How did he say this exactly?

Mom, please, you're so rude!

Do I have to explain to you
how I talk to people,

what I wear
and what restaurants I choose?

Sara, please.

And smile, here comes Paco.

Eugenia.

Eugenia.

- No, no.
- Paco!

How are you?

What's this all about?

What?

This, 33 calls.

What do you mean? 33 calls!

My mother and sister were
in the neighborhood, and I thought:

"The four of us could have lunch".

Marisa, my mother.

- Nice to meet you.
- Delighted.

- You remember Luisa?
- Hi. How are you?

Lunch... that's impossible.

I have to do the schedule
for tonight's program.

Oh, you...

Yes, he has to do his schedule.

Yes, but I brought my family

so you'd get acquainted,
and you run off?

Yes, but why?

I mean, we don't have to
get acquainted.

I mean, not today. Not that...

Right?

It's not a problem, is it?
Any day will do.

- Sure, with more time...
- Sure, because today...

Some other time.
Honey, it's fine.

Well...

Paco.

When?

When?

I don't know.

We could have a lunch
in Valdeprados.

- In my house in Valedprados?
- Yes?

- Yeah, sure. Why not?
- Okay?

That's perfect then.

- Let's do that.
- Good.

- Goodbye.
- Paco, wait, wait, please, wait!

- Are you stupid?
- What do you want me to do?

Alright, see you.

'Bye.

Isn't Paco a sweetie?

Come here.

Come on.

What?

Girls, this is Natalia,

a friend of Dad's.

Hi!

Hi, girls.

What are you watching?

.Pepa P_ig.
.Pepa Plg?

Are staying for lunch?

No, I can't, I can't.

Dad's lunches are rubbish.

You're wrong, young lady.

Today I'm making pies.

Stay-

I can't, Juan, I have to go.

See you, girls! 'Bye.

Natalia, what's wrong?

I don't know...

I don't feel comfortable.

I came in and...

- I don't fit in.
- Because you don't want to.

Well, yes, maybe I don't.

I'm going.

See you later.

Great. Tomorrow we're making
accessories, alright?

So bring any items you like:
string, buttons, fabric...

I mean everyone.
I'll be calling the roll. See you!

'Bye.

Hi, Juan Ramón!

How are you? You look nice.

What a coincidence,
I was about to call you.

Luisa, your rent's 3 months behind.

Sure, but have a little trust.
We're friends.

No, cut it out, I know you.

Come on. One month?

One month... please.

Look, you've got two weeks
to clear out. I'm sorry.

Answering machine again?

Alberto, honey...
I'm coming home.

I'll tell you then, okay?

Kisses. 'Bye.

But you've been hiding
this from me for months!

Yes, it's true and I apologize,

but I was climbing the walls.

I just know that
I'm happier with the sheep.

But you're a journalist, a writer!

- I'm sick of sitting and waiting.
- Then don't! Sit and write!

I can't, it won't come out,
and it makes me anxious.

You'll think it's stupid,
but I love planting tomatoes.

Yes, don't look at me like that.
And the tractor relaxes me.

You don't realize, it's like floating
over the ground, it's fucking great.

I'm listening to you,
but I don't believe it.

It's surreal.
I married a shepherd!

Shit, the ecologist!
Didn't you tell me to enjoy nature?

At least I made a decision.

Sure, it's obvious you're not
the breadwinner in this family!

Sorry, I went too far.

No, but you're right,
it's partly why I'm doing it.

I'm getting paid to work.

- So this is serious?
- Totally.

Well...

it'll come in handy,
now that I've lost the school.

You lost the school?

The landlord wants me to leave.

And it was all going so well.

What's wrong?

It's just...

At least the shepherd outfit
looks good on you.

You look sexy.

Natalia, it's Juan, I'm right here.

I'd like you to please
come out and talk to me.

Stop what you're doing.

Stop it, come out and talk to me.

We can talk calmly.
It's... it's fine,

but I'd like you, please,
right now,

to come out, please. Natalia!

What are you doing here?

What's wrong?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

How could you lose it like this?

I don't know. Look...

your keys, I took them.

You don't look gay!

Excuse me?

Nothing.

Look, Juan,
I think you should go

and stop talking crap.

It's not funny, Ricardo.

Alright, alright.

Juan, wait!

I hope things go great for you.

That sounds like a goodbye.

Andrea's got a job in Qatar, so...

I'm going with her.
What do you think?

I'll really miss you.

And I'll miss you.

But I think...

you've got things you won't resolve
if you're with me.

Do you think I've used you?

Who doesn't use other people?

You and I have had
some nice times together.

No.

I was in love with you.

But now I want you to go because

if I open my eyes and you're here,

you'll make it very hard for me.

Where is it? I can't find it.

You're leaving?

Of course, I'm really late.

Why?

Because we never talk.
You're always in a hurry...

Talk? About what?

Dates, for example.

Dates?

What season you prefer,
if you prefer Madrid to Toledo,

because you're from
Talavera de Ia Reina, aren't you?

I was born in Paris,
I went to Talavera when I was 10,

but I've lived in Madrid
for 20 years. Why?

That's it then. Summer?

What about summer?
Do I like it? I love it.

Then let me look around

for a nice place
and I'll make a suggestion.

A suggestion?
What are you talking about?

Don't forget the lunch
in Valdeprados.

Right, the trouble is...

I can't drive.

I know. Shall we take my car?

Your shitty car?

I'm going.

Let's go, girls.

HÍ, honey!

- Hello, Juan.
- Hello.

How's everything?

How's your week? Lots to do?

No. Why?

No reason.

You look nice.

You really are looking nice.
Pilates?

Yes, pilates.

Shall we go? Come on!

- See you.
- Paula!

No, suddenly...

What?

I thought...
we could do something together.

Speak properly,
I can't understand you.

We could do something together.

That's going to be hard,
I've got a bad week.

But why? If you organize it...

Because I'm a nurse, that's why.

Right, let's go.

You look nice. See you.

Luisa, I'll help if you like.

No, I'd rather do it alone,
get myself organized.

But I might go up to your place
for some lunch, okay?

No, wait.
I'll bring you something down.

Well...

This is some money
I put together. Here.

Thanks, Mom, but the school
is beyond help.

It's not for the school,

it's so you start designing
your own clothes.

Are you serious?
You don't like anything I do.

Don't exaggerate.

That jacket for example,
I love it, it's perfect.

- It's from Zara.
- Well, who cares?

The thing is,
I think you've got talent.

Mom.

What?

- Can you say that again?
- I think you have talent.

Why don't you ever tell me that?

I don't know, because...

you've always been so smart,
so wonderful,

it's hard to imagine
things going wrong for you.

I don't know how to take that.

Do you want some advice?

Of course I want advice,
that's what parents do!

Don't throw in the towel like I did,
fight for what you want to do.

I want another child, Mom!

- Don't be a sop. Get off.
- I love you, Mom.

Look, if another child's
meant to happen, it will.

Just do what you have to do,

which is to keep them going,
your lovely son

and your useless husband.

Go on, take it.

- Hi, Mum.
- What do you want?

- Where'd you get this money?
- It's my savings.

- You have no savings.
- So you say!

- Who's there?
- You're very curious.

Mom...

What?

Are you___'_>

Are you prostituting yourself?

What? I don't know whether
to slap you or laugh!

Marisa, honey, come back.

Emilio?

You scared the shit out of me.

But... what are you doing here?

“¿PPV now?

Your mother and I are back together.

But... why didn't you say so?

Because you and your sister
would call me capricious,

that I do things without
thinking of the consequences, etc.

That's a perfect summary.

This is our love nest

and it's wonderful, right honey?

No, no. I don't need
all this information.

- Here, Emilio.
- What?

Thanks. I can't accept it.

How can you be so gross,
saying that to Mom?

Yes, but I said that to you.

With a mother like that,
nothing will ever go right for us.

Yes. Yes.

Listen, I have to go,

I'm in the middle of
some important business, okay?

Call you later, fattie. Ciao.

Mommy, Mommy!

Auntie Sara's car has no roof!

Sporty! Convertible!

- This is going to be tough.
- Hi, family!

- What's up, Paco?
- How are you, Alberto?

- How are you?
- Fine.

- At last I find out where you live.
- What do you think?

A big change from
the attic in Chamberí.

Three minutes here
and I feel fantastic.

- How are you?
- Good.

- Sorry about the other day.
- Don't worry.

Honey, do you like the country?

- Yes. Dad's tractor too.
- Did he say 'tractor'?

- It's nothing.
- No, nothing.

- You'll do some great writing here.
- It's Grandma's turn.

I keep busy.

Would you like to come here
and raise some kids?

They'd have to pay me a fortune.

- How much?
- Well...

- Sara, come with me, honey.
- Paco.

How come Natalia didn't come?

She had plans, and it's not good
to be too clingy, is it?

No, sure, but are you okay?

Yes. We have our ups and downs,
like everyone, but...

Mom, can I go and play?

Of course.

Alberto, how's the novel going?

- Good, great.
- Terrible.

It's not so bad.

Well, family...

- No, Alberto, this isn't the time.
- I've got some news.

- You're having a baby.
- No, not yet.

Six months ago
I left the writing profession...

and now I'm into
farming and shepherding.

- Is this true?
- Absolutely.

- Is this true?
- Yes, Mom, yes.

- I think it's great.
- So do I.

I'm right into goats and sheep.

Hold on. What?
You think it's great?

- Are you serious, Alberto?
- Yes.

- I love it.
- It's great. Seize the day.

I think you have to...

hang in there,
fight for your profession.

Profession?
Any kid with a blog can do my job!

We want good vibes here,

among family.

And so the vibes are even better,

I've something to tell you.

I'm so embarrassed.

Paco, you take over.

- Get up.
- Sorry?

It's a secret,
but some of you already know...

I don't know anything.

Paco,

a while ago you asked me a question...

and I didn't answer you.

Well, today, in front of my family

and Juan,

I'm saying

I do.

You do what?

That's not very romantic, Paco.

- Who wants dessert?
- I do.

- Here, Mom.
- Paco.

Sara.

Do you feel bad that
I said it in front of my family?

Said what?

Sarita, why don't you
get the teaspoons?

Wait.

When people are going to
get married, there's a proposal,

- a cake...
- Hang on. Who's getting married?

- Sara, shall I unwrap the cake?
- Who's getting married, Paco?

Sometimes I don't get you.

Sorry, I just don't understand.

Paco.

Sara.

Why did you hint to me
that you wanted to marry me?

Me? When?

Please, tell me you're not serious.

You're a pretty girl and...

but I never intended...

Did you really think...?

What? It's a joke, right?

Alberto, it's a joke, isn't it?

Juan, it's a joke, isn't it?

It's a joke, right?

Of course it's a joke, Paco.

My sister's very imaginative,
and she's drunk too much.

How could she marry you?

Would you marry this guy?

You're tipsy, aren't you, Sara?

Smashed.

As of now,
if you want to contact me

you'll have to call my home
or write me a letter.

Sis', forgive me
for being so unbearable.

FOR SALE

Surprise!

- Go on.
- What are you doing here?

Why didn't you call
to say you'd be early?

Because...

we're having rice today,
so let me in

or my hands will stick
to this hot metal.

Juan, it's not a good idea.

It's a good idea.

- Juan, wait.
- The house is looking nice.

- Listen...
- Take it easy.

Take it easy.

- Juan, Luis.
- How are you?

Nice to meet you.

He's...

A friend from the hospital, maybe?

Yes, Neurology.

That makes sense.

You're a doctor, she's nurse, so...

- Well...
- Okay...

I'm going. I'm going to... go.

- Do you want a cloth?
- No, I'm fine.

I won't shake your hand.
I'm fine, fine.

Be careful.

Delicious. What do they call this?

Arroz a banda, Dad.

Why don't you and Alberto
go to the movies this evening?

And your father?

I'll stay with him, I'm in no hurry.

Do you know I split up
with my wife a year ago?

Yes.

They were in the car yesterday.

I think I'm along way
from getting over it.

What you do at first

is kid yourself and look for
something new to fill your life.

That's where Natalia came in.

20 years younger than me.

Outrageous.

I went crazy.

That youthful energy...
I threw myself into it.

A mistake.

It was pathetic.

Actually,

the problem isn't the age difference.

The problem is trying to...

...trying to love someone
you don't really love.

You want that person to save you.

And that's not possible.

It's not honest.

Anyway,

what a mess.

Dad,

it's a mess.

But...

I really want things
to turn out right for me.

I think I've touched bottom.

And that's... a good sign.

Don't you think?

Was there a lot of traffic?

Yes, yes.

I'll need more time because...

we make the clothes by hand.

Mommy, Mommy!

'Bye

- What?
- We're going for a spin.

Yes, coming.

Why the sweater?
That's not for work.

- They're comfortable.
- I'll be right down.

C'mon, speed it up.

When can I play with the babies?

There's still a little while to go.

How long? Until night-time?

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