All language subtitles for Quien.Te.Cantara.2018

Lila.

You're in the hospital.

You had an accident,
but everything's OK.

You're fine, don't worry.

Lila, sweetheart.

Do you know who I am?

Do you know your name?

Hi.

I'm Blanca.

I'm a friend of yours.

Yesterday I went to your house

to talk to you about work.

While I made calls,
you went down to the beach.

You were taking too long,
so I went to look for you.

Then I saw you'd fainted
in the water.

Do you like it?

I make them myself.

I can teach you, if you want.

It's easier to undo it,
and then redo it again.

We can follow the pattern
and make it like it was before.

Do you know who it is?

It's...

Shakira.

Do you know who she is?

Lily.

Lila Cassen.

Don't worry, Lila.

Who are you?

I'm Blanca.

- You're Blanca.
- That's right.

- Are you my friend?
- Yes.

- Do I have a house?
- Of course.

Then I want to go home.

WHO WILL SING TO YOU

Did you picture it like this?

I didn't picture anything.

It will be just the two of us.

I told C�sar
to take some time off.

- Who's C�sar?
- Your personal assistant.

A house like this
needs people to take care of it.

While he's gone,
I'll take care of everything.

I'm going to make something to eat.

Do you want some crudit�s?

Some what?

Some crudit�s.

Raw vegetables.
Carrots, celery, cucumber. Raw.

Why raw?

Because you're a raw food vegan.

- I'm what?
- A raw food vegan.

You eat raw things because
you think it's better for your body.

Meat, too?

You don't eat meat.

Want me
to make you something else?

A fried egg?

OK, I'm going to the kitchen.

Take a look around the house.

- I'll get you in a bit.
- Blanca.

Yes?

Where's the bathroom?

What did you want to talk about?

What?

Before I went to the beach
and you found me in the water.

You said you came
to talk about work.

But...

I'm retired.

You don't have
to worry about that right now.

When should I start worrying?

I planned to wait
a few days to discuss it.

I...

I'd rather discuss it now.

OK.

You haven't sung in ten years.

You've just been
living off of album royalties,

but that's not so easy now.

Without doing concerts, it's almost
impossible to live off of music.

Or at least, live this way.

So we scheduled
your return to the stage.

Ten concerts, for now.

The first is in two months, in Madrid.

What if I don't sing again?

First, you'd have to sell
this house.

Then there are several options.

You could disappear,
start a new life away from it all.

Or make a living on talk shows.

Lots of singers
end up doing that.

But it's because they need to,
and you don't.

- Why not?
- Because you have talent.

Then why did I stop singing?

Because your mother died.

I've been with you or 25 years.

I'm not leaving you now.

No one matters to me as much as you.

No one matters more
to me than Lila Cassen.

Naked

this golden

tissue to

where my

hand reaches.

I'll whisper again

at your side.

We're a new guest.

I'll whisper...

It was my secret.

You hate tobacco.
Do you mind?

Nobody becomes Lila in one day.

Not even you.

Since I woke up at the hospital,

I feel a...

A rhythm, constantly.

It's a faraway song

that echoes in everything.

In the floor,

in the walls.

I want to listen to it,

but I can't.

I can only feel it.

Like a heartbeat.

All the time.

Can you feel it?

Because it's
going to burst my insides.

Do you know what
a tomato with a cape and a mask is?

No.

Super tomato.

And a potato
with a cape and a mask?

Super potato.

No.

A potato
dressed up like Super tomato.

That's awful.

You're the one
who told it to me.

And who am I?

You're unique.

LILA CASSEN UNIQUE

Naked

this golden

tissue

to where my hand

reaches.

I'll whisper again

at your side.

We're a new

guest.

Give me back the air

that you brought close.

Grab my hair.

Swim through me.

If you find no water,

spread your wings.

Fly to me.

Fly to me.

The beast is on my side.

You must have
heard it a thousand times.

- Excuse me?
- You look a lot like a singer.

Oh, yeah?

Tina Turner?

Close.

But the one I mean is Spanish.

She was famous in the 90s,
they say she eats live animals.

That's what they say?

That's what I've heard.

I still don't know who.

Her name starts with an L.

No clue.

She's got a song
called "Wild Orchid."

If you guess right,
then I'll leave you alone.

Lila Cassen.

That's it.

Then I'll hold up my end,
and be on my way to the bathroom.

I thought I'd found
another Lila Cassen fan

in some lost club in Rota
and I just had to meet her.

You're a Lila Cassen fan.

A big one.

A big one?

If you were a Lila Cassen fan,

you wouldn't have used
"Wild Orchid" as an example.

Why not?

Because it isn't hers.

It's a cover.

It was Lisa Tornatto's, from the 60s.

Whoops.

And you never would have mentioned
the urban myth about live animals.

That's taboo.

I confess,
I'm an accidental fan.

What's that mean?

I have Lila Cassen's albums,

but they were left by my ex.
She never came back for them.

Then either she wasn't a big fan
or you were

an awful boyfriend.

So why is a horrible boyfriend,
accidental Lila Cassen fan, in Rota?

I sell dolls.

You know the TV show "Chorly & Procket"?

The series with hidden
Satanic messages?

That's an urban myth.

I owed you,
because of the live animal thing.

Well, I'm the merchandising boss.

There's a convention in Cadiz.

What do you do
at a doll salesman convention?

Mainly sell licenses
to make all sorts of useless shit.

Phone cases, slippers, T-shirts...

We get advice from educators

so we won't feel so miserable.

What kind of advice?

For example, what the dolls say
when you push their tummy.

I've got the perfect thing
for your dolls to say.

Are you an educator?

No.

What do you do?

I work at a karaoke bar.

I'm all ears.

"You're probably

mediocre and run-of-the-mill.

Don't waste your time
on effort, or trying to be special.

Spend it accepting reality.

That way,

even if you're not entirely happy,

at least you won't be
miserable the rest of your life."

What do you think?

A little long.

But I think every child in Spain
should hear that message.

I'm going to the bathroom,
then to dance.

Will you dance with me?

No.

But I might
watch you from up here.

It's been a pleasure. I'm Nicol�s.

I'm Violeta.

If you try it, you can shine.

What happened to the door?

Marta, I'm talking to you.

It broke.

I can see that.
What I want to know is how it broke.

Did it break on its own?

Could you throw
the shells in an ashtray?

Forget it, I'll do it.

I need a new phone.

You bought one last year.
Did it break on its own, too?

It's not broken,
it takes fucking shitty pictures.

The pictures
are worse one year later?

No, but everyone else's phones
take better pictures.

Fine.

If you're in the picture,
I'm sure it isn't shitty.

Are you screwing with me?

No, Marta.
That was a compliment.

Less compliments,
and give me more money.

I'm talking to you.

What can I say, Marta?
I told you: get a job like me.

The last thing
I want is to be like you.

What are you doing?

If you won't give me money,
I'll find it on my own, don't worry.

Stop it, Marta.

- Where's your card?
- There is no card.

What do you mean?

The bank cancelled it. I've been paying
off the debt for the past two months.

- Then take your money out.
- I don't have any money here.

- You don't have money in the house?
- No.

Mar...! Marta!

- Marta, stop for a second.
- Don't touch me!

Touch me and I'll fucking go nuts.

Don't even think
about touching me.

Where is it?

There is no money, Marta.

Where is it?

I'm being serious.

Fucking liar.

Who told you
I've got money here?

I know you do.
Now you know I know, too.

So quit lying
and give me the fucking money.

Marta, there is no money.

Where's the money?

Don't start with that.

I will start.
Where's the fucking money?

Marta, stop it.
You're going to hurt yourself.

You don't think I'd do it?

You don't think I would, do you?

Marta!

I'd do it just to fuck
your life over.

So how's that.

It's in Lila's album.

Why do you always lie to me?

Always!

"For wonderful Violeta."

Why'd you buy it
if you don't even have a record player?

To talk to her.

Think twice next time you lie to me.

FOR WONDERFUL VIOLETA
LILA

I'll follow

the trail blindly,

I'll find you.

I'll rise high,

I'll plummet, and I'll find you.

Like an animal

in combat, I'll find you.

I felt the wind

on my face.

I saw the wolves

go by.

In the darkness,

I tried to breathe.

And I began to tremble.

You'll go by unseen,

and I'll find you.

Escorted by your guardians,

I'll find you.

Like a desperate animal,

I'll find you.

I felt the wind

on my face.

I saw the wolves

go by.

In the darkness,

you drink from the spring.

Like a cursed animal.

Like an animal.

Like an animal.

Like an animal.

Like an animal.

Like an animal.

Like an animal.

Like an animal.

Hello?

Sorry to bother you.

I was walking down the beach
and I saw you in the distance.

Don't you work at the karaoke bar?

I wanted to tell you
that I loved your performance.

I'd never seen anyone do
one of Lila's songs so well.

Thank you.

My name's Blanca.

Violeta.

Are you...?

Are you Blanca Guerrero?

Do you know who I am?

Of course.

Wow.

When you're with Lila,
not many people notice you.

I'm Lila.

I mean, I'm a huge fan of Lila.

I really am.
I always have been.

I believe you.

Do you know anywhere open
around here?

I feel like a drink
before I go home.

These last few weeks

I haven't had much time to relax.

Well...

sure.

I'll explain.

There's a hotel on this beach.

The cafeteria is always open.

- You have to go all the way...
- No.

No.

I'm asking if you want
to have a drink with me.

I haven't come to Rota in years.

My mother was from
Jerez de la Frontera

and my father from Sabadell.

We lived in Barcelona, but we came down
to visit my grandparents every summer.

I had an American boyfriend here.
Well, boyfriend...

Friend.
He brought me tons of records.

Things that were
impossible to get here.

His name was...

James.

One of Lila's makeup artists
lives here, and I needed to see him.

Final arrangements
for the concert.

You have a ticket, right?

I bought it
as soon as they went on sale.

Do you want me to send you one,
is there anyone you want to invite?

No, thank you.

- Do you live in Rota?
- Yes.

But you don't look Andalusian.

No, I'm from Madrid.

I moved to Rota ten years ago.

With my daughter.

How old is she?

- Twenty-three.
- Twenty-three?

- You were young when you had her.
- Yes, I was.

I don't have children.

I've never had a maternal instinct.

Or if I did,
it all went to Lila.

You've never thought
of being a singer?

I'm happy just singing Lila's songs.

I don't need anything else.

I was thrilled when I heard
she was performing again.

I was at the hospital
when she got out.

Thank you.

It was nothing,
just low blood pressure.

Yeah, I read that.

But I have to confess:

when I saw her
passed out in the bathtub,

it gave me a good scare.

In the bathtub?

I thought
she fainted on the beach.

That's what we told the press.

They misinterpret anything
having to do with bathtubs.

Oh, no...

Is something wrong?

No, but I have to go.

Sometimes I feel
like a babysitter.

No, you don't have to.
You have a whole glass of whiskey.

It was a pleasure
to meet you, Violeta.

Likewise.

Maybe I'll see you again.

Blanca...

Is she OK?

Better than ever.

Hi.

Hi.

Mind if I sit?

I guess.

I'm �lvaro.

I'm a journalist.

I saw you with Blanca Guerrero,
and I thought...

Is it her, or not? It's her!

Because it's been impossible.

Impossible to get a hold of her,
with what happened, all the mystery.

Right.

So I thought, "�lvaro,
it won't hurt to walk over to..."

- What's your name?
- Violeta.

It won't hurt
to walk over to Violeta,

and talk to her.

I don't deny I'm a journalist.
I told you that up front.

But I'm also a fan of Lila,

and maybe you know how she's doing.
If she's OK, if she's not OK.

Are you and Blanca friends?

No.

What were you doing with her?

I don't think
that's any of your business.

Well... OK, let's see.

This is my number, OK?

If you want to tell me something
about Lila that could interest me,

you can just

call this number.

Not interested, I'm sorry.

Really?

The magazine is very generous
with its collaborators.

I said no.

Well, at least I tried.

Goodbye.

She said no.

I told you that
maybe I'd see you again.

I wasn't
entirely honest with you.

�lvaro, the guy
who went up to talk to you,

isn't a journalist.
He's one of my assistants.

Lila didn't faint in the tub,
she passed out on the beach.

I needed to know
how much I could trust you.

I also wasn't honest
when you asked if Lila was OK.

What I'm about to tell you, only Lila,

our lawyer, and I know.
I hope it stays that way.

Lila has amnesia.

It's been hard for me
to be honest with myself.

To me,
Lila will always be a star.

But I have to face reality.

And the reality is,
this is her last chance.

If we cancel her concerts,
her career's over. It's that simple.

Why are you telling me all this?

Because I want you to help Lila.

If Lila can't remember that she's Lila,

we need her to learn how to be her.

And she wants you
to be the one to teach her.

Thank you.

Violeta,

this is Lila.

Hi.

Blanca told me you have a daughter.

Yes.

What's her name?

Marta.

The day she was born
was the first time I heard you sing.

Really?

It was the happiest day of my life.

Of course.

Having a child
must be beautiful.

I've brought Violeta up to date,

and she understands
that we need to be discrete.

No one can know about this.

Not your friends,
not even your daughter.

Thank you for your help, Violeta.

You're welcome.

They media can't connect you to Lila,

so we'll do it like today.

You'll meet Olga, our lawyer,
in the Caribe Hotel parking lot,

and she'll bring you here.

We know you've
never had voice or dance lessons.

So, please know that both Lila and I

will help you
with anything you need.

Thank you.

Is everything clear?

Yes.

Lila?

Lila?

Everything clear?

Crystal.

Could you stop for a moment, please?

Small blue flowers

burn on my feet.

Let's go outside soon.

Sorry.

Are you OK?

Yeah, it's just that...

I'm not doing it right.
I'm really sorry.

Do you want us to take a break?

No, we haven't even gotten started yet.

It's just a little difficult

with you in front of me.

You think it's going to bother me?

No, it's not that, really.

It's just that...

I'm embarrassed. It's silly.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't apologize.

Yeah, sorry.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Did you ever imagine this moment?

The moment we met.

Once or twice.

Tons of times.

But we already met once.

- Really?
- Yes. But I doubt you remember.

- Sorry.
- It's okay.

Was I nice?

Yes. But it we didn't have much time,
you signed a record for me.

Was it how you imagined it?

Not exactly.

How had you imagined it?

Come on.

No.

It's too embarrassing.

OK, I'll tell you something
about myself if you want.

And then you tell me.

Ask me anything you want.

You don't eat live animals, do you?

What?

Sorry. It's an urban myth.
I never believed it.

An urban myth?

Yeah, but don't worry.
Not many people know it.

Aren't you afraid?

Of pretending

to be someone you're not.

Yes.

I'm afraid.

But not of that.

Of what, then?

I still don't know.

And that's better,
for the time being.

Your turn.

God!

OK,

I'll tell you.

I'm working late
in the karaoke bar,

and your car gets a flat nearby.

Your driver is
waiting for the tow truck,

and you come inside the bar
because you need to go to the bathroom,

and it's the only place open.

You come through the door,

and I get super nervous.

But I hide it the best I can.

I go up to you,

and congratulate you for your work.

But I'm calm.
Like we're equals.

And how would you do that?

Well, I'd tell you:

"I love 'The Inverted Flight'."

What's "The Inverted Flight?"

It's one of your songs,
but not many people know it.

Not even I do.

Then,

you give me your number.

You ask me to call
so we can get a drink one day.

Did I invite you to my house,
or did we meet up somewhere else?

At your house.

Well, now you're at my house.

Shall we continue?

- Hi.
- Hi.

- You staying for lunch?
- Yeah.

Mom...

Yes?

I...

I'm sorry.

It's fine.

Did you buy the phone?

- Does it take good pictures?
- Yes.

I'm glad.

I'd like to pay you back

bit by bit.

You don't need to.

Come on, bring glasses
and silverware.

What's your favorite color?

Pink.

Your favorite food?

Avocado tartar and nuts.

A perfect vacation?

In Iceland.

- A book.
- "A Mortal Spring."

- Record?
- "Thriller."

A movie.

"The Naked Island."

- What do you hate most in people?
- Being fake.

- What you most like in people?
- When...

I can't remember.

Manners.

That's right.

Isn't that a bit contradictory?

What?

That you hate fake people the most,
but then you like manners the most.

Having manners means
being a little fake, doesn't it?

I guess you're right.

Why are you learning the answers?
Why don't you say how you feel now?

Are you afraid
the answers won't match?

No, it's not that.

- Well, then?
- Well...

I just don't know the answers.

Let me see.

What's your favorite color?

Navy blue.

- Your favorite food?
- Fried eggs.

A perfect vacation?

In Rome.

When did you start singing?

That question isn't on the test.

I know.
But I'm asking you.

I think...

At my friend Susana's house.

We wore her Mom's clothes
and pretended we were the Goggi Sisters.

We had a blast.

We did concerts at her house
and we invited the whole class.

We charged entry, too.

Candy, comics...

Her Mom was nice,
she went along with it.

But her house always smelled weird.

Like a cat.

What's your favorite color?

Navy blue.

I'll finish this and make dinner.

I want to wrap up
the last week before the concert.

We'll have to go to Madrid
to see the stylist and photographer.

We'll have to talk
about how to do interviews.

Who did I imitate
when I was little?

What?

When we met,
what songs did I sing?

They were your songs.

You wrote them,
you composed them, you sang them.

That's why you were so special.

Because you didn't copy anyone.

Don't think about
who you imitated

when you were a girl.

Think about the girls who imitate you.

Because now there's no cold or pain.

Because now there's no cold or pain.

Because

now

there's no cold

or pain.

Or pain.

That was good.

No, I'm starting over.
That was shit, OK?

You've done it six times in a row.

- Maybe you should take a break.
- Don't stop the music.

Violeta, it's not good.

It's not good,
can't you see that?

Look at my steps.

Look.

Look at me.
What is this?

What is this?

I look fucking lame.

What are we even doing here?

Tell me.

What are the two of us doing here?

We're trying...

It's impossible.

Impossible for me
to be that woman again.

I know you can do it.
You just have to try,

relax and enjoy.

You know I can do it.

Great, I'm so relieved,

having your approval.

You sing on a karaoke stage
and now you think you're an expert.

Sweetie, you haven't got a clue.

I'm sorry, Violeta.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

You do look pretty lame.

Yesterday I was going to say
goodbye,

and I didn't have the courage.

There was
so much love in your eyes.

It's so easy to say goodbye.

So easy to forget.

It will be so hard for us both.

Who will sing to you

with this guitar?

Who will play it

when I'm gone?

Who will give your house color

and warm your bed?

Who will make love to you?

Who will sing to you

with this guitar?

Who will play it

when I'm gone?

Who will give your house color

and warm your bed?

Who will make love to you?

You know why you're my best friend?

Why?

Because you're
the best person I know.

You're a good person, too, Marta.

- No.
- Yes.

You are.

- Slap me.
- What are you talking about?

- Slap me. Like this.
- What are you doing?

- It's not hard. Slap me.
- Stop it.

What's up?

How are you?

I was looking for you,
I wanted to tell you something.

What?

Last week,
when you called your boyfriend,

and he said
he was with Omar and the guys...

It wasn't true.

What are you talking about?

What?

I was sucking him off
in the bathroom.

I feel so much better now!

Man, I needed to tell you.

What the fuck is your problem?

What?
You want more?

Sure.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Marta!

Where is our mistake
with no solution?

Were you the guilty one,
or was it me?

Not you, not anyone
can ever make me change.

A thousand bells
toll in my heart,

it's so hard
to ask for forgiveness.

Not you, not anyone

can ever make me change.

- Can I help you?
- What?

What do you need?

- Is Violeta here?
- No.

She isn't working today?

She's normally here Mondays,
but she had to quit work a few days.

Why?

Are you her friend?

Her mother, she's sick
and she has to take care of her.

Do you want to leave
a message for her with me?

Are you OK?

Do you want a drink?

Where is our mistake
with no solution?

Were you the guilty one,
or was it me?

Not you, not anyone
can ever make me change.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Did you go out last night?

Yeah.

I'm exhausted.

I'm making chocolate milk
and going to bed.

Lots of work?

Sorry?

I asked if there was
lots of work at the karaoke bar.

Yeah.

Do you have Lady Gaga songs?

Yes.

I'd love to go to the karaoke bar
one day and sing Lady Gaga.

Yeah, we've got that one.

Maybe I'll drop by tomorrow.

Better next week.

This week we've got
tons of bachelor parties,

it's impossible to sing.

Next week, then.

That would be better.

Like an animal.

Like an animal.

Like an animal.

Like an animal.

Like an animal.

Like an animal.

- How was that?
- Perfect.

I want you to come on tour with me.

It'd be good to have you there,
in case I need help.

I'll tell Blanca tonight.

Well...

Well?
What, you don't want to?

Blanca thinks it's best if we stop
seeing each other after this.

I think so, too.

Why?

I'd have to lie to my daughter,
and I don't want to do that anymore.

But I have front row tickets
for the Madrid concert.

And I want Marta to come with me.

Let's let some time pass.

OK.

But when the tour is over,
I'll be going to watch you perform.

Me?

Are you going to stop
singing my songs at the karaoke bar?

No.

Then one day I'll show up
and surprise you, like in your fantasy.

But if you're going
to imitate Lila Cassen,

imitate her for real.

Pick the one you like best.

No, no, no.

Please.

Thank you.

No, Violeta.

Thank you.

Do you want to try it on?

Let's go to the beach.

Lila!

Violeta, Olga is here!

Lila!

Hi.

Hi.

Thanks for fixing the glass.

You're welcome.

Hey.

Do you want to go
to the Lila Cassen concert?

The Lila Cassen concert?

Yeah, the first one
in her tour, in Madrid.

I thought we could
spend the weekend there.

We could go to the
Prado Museum, or the Retiro.

We haven't been back since we left.

I went with Diana last year.

Right.

I meant together,
we haven't been together.

Besides, I've already been
to the Prado and I didn't like it.

I saw a painting
of a guy eating his son.

How gross!

We could see "The Lion King."

I have a better idea.

Sure, what?

If we want to see Lila Cassen,

we could just go straight to her house.

Why do you say that?

You don't know
what I'm talking about?

You don't know
what to say, do you?

Because I guess the truth
would be too hard for you to tell me.

How do you know...?

I followed you.

Why don't you trust me?

Marta, I...

Before you continue,

I only ask that you tell me
the truth.

Please.

Lila's agent came to see me
a few days ago at the karaoke bar.

Lila had seen me singing
in one of my videos, and she wanted...

What did she want?

She wanted me to help her.

For you to help her?

You? With what?

She wanted me
to help her sing again.

Why, did she lose
her memory or something?

I warned you.
I warned you not to lie to me.

I'm not lying.

I swear.

I swear on my life.

She couldn't remember anything
after she fainted on the beach.

She didn't remember who she was.

Or her songs.

Nothing.

I helped her sing again.

Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, because

I don't know
if I'm understanding this right.

You're telling me that
you taught Lila Cassen her songs?

Yes.

You,

my mother?

My mother taught Lila Cassen
Lila Cassen's songs.

That's right.

Oh, my God.

But that...

That's a big deal.

That's

a really big deal, Mom.

We're going to hit the jackpot!

What?

Of course, Mom.
Think about it.

What do you mean?

We can go on all
the talk shows and tell the whole story.

Can you describe the house?
That's really important.

Besides, it's great for her,
with all the promotion for the concert.

Everyone will be talking
about her, about your story.

Did you hook up with her?

Well,

we can insinuate.
We don't have to say yes or no.

I'll handle everything.

Where's the Hello Kitty hairband?

Is it here?

It's not?

Oh, here.

Have you seen my cell phone?

Have you seen my cell phone!

Fucking great!

I'm talking to you!

Would you mind answering me?

Look at me when I talk to you!

What's wrong?

Now you're angry?
You're acting superior?

Don't you realize
I'm doing it for us?

No I get this shit.
You took it.

You think she's your friend,
is that it?

I can't believe you're that stupid.

Don't you get it?

Don't you get it?
She's using you.

Keep my fucking cell phone
and your friend!

She doesn't give a shit about you
and I don't either!

Look...

No way.

My keys!

My keys!

My keys or I'll trash the house!

I swear to God,
I'll trash the house!

You asked for it!

My keys.

My keys, or I slit my throat.
I swear to God, I'll do it.

I swear I will.

Mom, I'll do it.

I swear by all you hold dear,
I am not joking around.

Mom!

Mom, I'll do it!

Mom!

Mom!

I'll do it!

Mom!

Mom, I'll do it!

Mom...

Mom...

I'll do it

I'm...

going...

to...

do it.

Do it.

Lila?

Violeta's here.
We'll wait for you downstairs.

Don't take too long.

Today is the last day.

Lila, are you OK?

What happened?

Lila...

Blanca,
I'm not going to be Lila again.

Violeta, give us a moment,
please.

Sweetheart,

I know you're nervous.

I know you haven't sung
in many years.

But it's going to be OK.

You don't need to worry.

I'll be with you.

I've always been with you.

I know.

And I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

I'm sorry I can't give you back
the ten years you spent at my side.

But I can stop you
from wasting another ten

waiting for something
that will never happen.

Waiting for what, Lila?

I've been with you
all this time for you.

Because I want to help you.

I understood
the first year after your mother died.

I got worried the second.
The third, the fourth, the fifth...

Ten years wondering
what had happened.

What I'd done so wrong

that you couldn't even tell me
why you didn't want to sing again.

All that time with you
and I never asked for any explanation.

So please don't tell me
I was expecting something

when all I've done this whole time

is try to protect you from something
that I don't even know what it is,

because you've never told me.

I'm sorry.

Stop saying that.
I don't want you to be sorry.

- I want you to be Lila again!
- But I can't.

Why not?

If I leave,

you'll never see me again.

I want you to understand that.

I understand.

It may be easy
to stop being Lila.

But I doubt you can live
without singing.

I try to forget you

following the path
of a wounded bird.

I try to stay away

from those places
where we loved each other.

What's that song called?

It doesn't have a title.

Did you write it?

Yes.

Why doesn't it have a title?

I had to quit singing when
my daughter was born, to care for her.

How strange.

What is?

I had to start singing
to care for my mother.

I didn't know that.

No one does.

Look behind the picture.

It took me
three years to find them all.

I destroyed all of them.

Except that one.

I couldn't.

Who is it?

My mother.

My mother wanted to be a singer.

My mother was a singer.

She liked writing songs,
composing them...

They saved some money
and made a demo. That's it.

Lili Cassen.

A small record company
promised her a single.

But it all stopped there.

She stopped there.

Like the majority, at a promise.

My mother, besides a singer,

was a heroin addict.

I started imitating my mother.

In class.

At parties at the end
of the school year...

It reminded me
that she used to be someone else.

Someone who didn't disgust me.

I won my first contest
when I was eighteen.

Ten thousand pesetas.

Money to sing,
I couldn't believe it.

I signed up for every
music contest I could,

and I won almost all of them.

In one year I saved enough
to put my mother in rehab.

My mother quit heroin.

Then Blanca came along.

My first record
was number one in Spain.

It was an exact copy
of my mother's demo.

The same songs, sung by me.

My mother was happy,

because her songs had seen
the light, thanks to her daughter.

I remember the day I told her
she wouldn't be in the credits.

I convinced her
that we were both Lila.

She didn't say anything.

She just smiled.

She knew she owed me that.

I knew she owed me that.

It was our secret.

Blanca never knew anything.

Years passed,
and we recorded more albums.

She wrote each and every one
of Lila's songs,

and was never in the credits.

I sent her all the money
she needed and that was it.

When we got started on the fifth album,

I found out
she was shooting up again.

I wasn't worried about her.

I didn't even think
of checking her into rehab again.

All I worried about was going on TV

and saying she was a drug addict,

that I copied her,
that she wrote

my songs.

I was trapped

and I hated her for that.

I ended up hating her so much...

One night,
after releasing the fifth album,

I went to see her for her birthday.

You know what I gave her?

You know what I gave
my mother for her sixtieth birthday?

Ten grams of heroin.

The next day,
they called me to say

my mother had died
of an overdose.

Lila died the day my mother died.

I'll see you in the rehearsal room
in a half hour.

Why?

We have a day of work left.

What are you doing?

We have to finish rehearsing.

Why are you doing this?

You hired me to prepare a concert
and that's what I'm doing.

Violeta, I'll never be Lila again.

I know.

Call yourself.

What?

Take my phone and call your house.

You remember the number, right?

Then call yourself.

Trust me.

I try to forget you

following the path of a wounded bird.

I try to stay away

from those places where
we loved each other.

I tangle in loves

with no will, no strength,
to see if I can forget you.

And night comes,

and I understand again
that I need you.

I try to forget you

doing thousands
of different things during the day.

I try to forget you

counting and stepping on
the fallen leaves.

I try to tire myself,

barely alive when night falls.

And when I see our home

so lonely, silent,
I don't know what I would do.

What I would do
for you to be there.

For you to still be with me.

What I would do
to not feel this way.

To not live like I'm lost.

I try to forget you

following the path of a wounded bird.

I try to stay away

from those places where
we loved each other.

I tangle in loves

with no will, no strength,
to see if I can forget you.

And night comes,
and I understand again

that I need you.

What I would do
for you to be there.

For you to still be with me.

What I would do
to not feel this way.

To not live like I'm lost.

I'm lost.