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My name is Jonathan, J to my friends.

I'm 40 years old and

I have a master's degree in Sport Science..

.. until recently, I was a proud owner

of my beautiful boxing gym.

“ J Box ”.

Unfortunately, things didn't exactly go to plan,

and I had to close it down.

Did you suffer a lot from this professional loss?

I’ve experienced worse losses.

Anyway,

after closing the gym, I started working as a home personal trainer.

I mostly receive clients

at my own home gym

but occasionally,

like today,

I go to the client.

I also get paid very well.

Well, you must meet the needs

and expectations of your clients very well.

It’s a shame, though, that I have

no real professional satisfaction.

No one wants to train seriously anymore.

Most of the time, this is what

happens:

Enough, coach.

Stop, stop. I'm tired.

How can you be tired?

No, I'm tired, enough.

But you're not even sweating.

What do you mean I'm not sweating?

Look here.

Damn it, look at this.

No, let’s stop.

Selfie time?

Let's take a nice selfie? Yeah?

Come here, my girlfriends are crazy about you.

Hey.

Hey, look, I'll even add the hashtag

#FightTime.

Ah, posted!

This one’s gonna do great.

Don't worry, come on… I won't tag you.

You're the only person in the world

who never shares photos, come on,

especially with me.

Do you know how much attention you would get

if you used Instagram better…

Facebook,

and even a little TikTok, huh?

I do just fine with women as it is.

Ooh, you do just fine.

Look here,

I just got two messages from two hotties.

Read this:

"If that's your coach,

I want to train with him too,

but in the bedroom".

Fantastic!

And she even added a horse emoji!

.. she used a horse emoji.

And the other one says,

"If he trained me,

my hashtag wouldn't be #FightTime,

it would be #fucktime".

This one even knows English.

You're great, you're great!

You're a damn stud!

You know what I think it is?

It's your sad demeanor…

this thing that you’re melancholy..

.. but with muscles.

I can’t think of any woman

who wouldn't want

to welcome you inside her.

Got it?

I agree.

With what?

With your client.

Uh, yes,

and sometimes, this:

Alright, we can start. It’s all already set up for you.

So, today we'll begin with 15 regular squats,

simple ones, but go into a full squat

using the dumbbell as a counterweight.

Then you come over here.

I've already set up the mat for you.

You'll do 30 crunches.

Make sure you do them properly

just as I taught you.

Then we'll go on to stimulate the biceps a bit.

You’ll then go to the red elastic band

and do 30 curls per arm.

The circuit is straightforward,

we'll use it as activation.

Okay?

Does this count as activation?

Actually, your father pays me

quite generously

to train you.

So, I don't think it's appropriate to…

disrespect him.

How old did you say you are?

22.

Legally an adult.

Definitely an adult.

Where have the performance goals gone?

The training programs that are taken seriously,

the training periodization… where has it all gone?

When did I fall so low as to compromise like this?

So, I wonder,

is this what I've become?

Have I turned into a pushover?

You're right, J.

Jonathan.

J is for friends, as I had mentioned.

Exactly,

J.

Such silly things you say…

It rhymes, too.

Ok. You pay me to train you,

so let's train.

Enough with the talk,

let's start pumping.

Come on then, let's get started.

I'm a pushover.

Some more.

Who’s this?

Hello?

Hello, am I speaking to Jonathan Scalia?

Yes, sir.

Who am I speaking to?

My name is Nicolas Caneda,

I am calling as I would like to inquire if it is possible to train with you.

I saw on your website

that you are a home personal trainer

and I would like to learn how to box.

I am looking for a personal training,

tailored specifically to my abilities,

I need a professional.

You see, I am not very skilled when it comes to sports,

which is why I require

precise guidance.

How old are you?

You speak like an eloquent old man,

but your voice sounds like a baby.

I'm 14, sir.

Hmm, it can be done.

I must remind you, though, that my fee is not cheap.

Can your parents afford it?

Is the price I read on the website, correct?

Yes.

Then there are no obstacles to our transaction.

Fortunately, money is not an issue in my family,

we are doing very well,

thank God.

Good.

Print out the liability waiver for minors from the website,

have your parents sign it

and bring it to our first lesson.

Oh,

remind your mom and dad

that I want to be paid on the same day of the training.

Certainly. Perfectly understandable.

A self-employed worker needs to capitalize as soon as possible.

What the...

Right…ok.

I'll send you my address via text.

Thank you very much, coach.

Can I call you coach?

No! No.

First, you pay me,

then you can do that.

You can't just call a girl you like, "girlfriend",

just because you want her

to be that for you.

You have to earn it first.

Fair enough.

The analogy is very fitting.

I apologize for my impertinence.

Not a problem Baby Shark.

See you soon.

Hello.

Listen,

I couldn't care less about your God, whether it's Zeus, Odin,

or whoever.

So, please, go somewhere else.

No… sir, there must be a misunderstanding.

I'm Nicolas.

"Sir"?

Do I look that old to you?

I'm not even 41.

I apologize, sir. It's a habit.

Pardon me,

I'm Nicolas, Nicolas Caneda.

We have an appointment for a boxing lesson.

And why are you dressed as if you’re going to church?

No, coach, you're mistaken.

This is not an outfit for church.

My Sunday outfit is completely different, it has...

Listen, I've already told you not to call me coach until you pay me.

Right.

Indeed.

Very well.

Well, I was saying,

it flatters me that that you thought this was my church outfit,

but I can assure you, coach,

that my Sunday church outfit is completely different...

Yes, yes, listen, I don’t give a flying fuck about your Sunday outfit.

Just come in and change in that room.

Change?

Well, yes,

don't you have a change of clothes?

How do you expect to train?

Train?

You paid me for this.

I'm paying you to teach me the art of self-defense through boxing.

And why do have a briefcase

instead of a backpack like all the other kids your age?

What do you keep in there?

I thought you would at least have a pair of shorts.

Well...

I keep a notebook for taking notes,

three colored pens,

a red one, a green one, and a blue one

because depending on the information you give me,

I assign a color code based on the importance.

Oh,

and a small light in case

the lighting is inadequate..

Yes, but notes for what?

For the information you'll provide me.

Alright, well, let's start right away then.

Write this down.

Color code: vital.

So, red.

I'm ready to note down

coach’s first wise advice.

“I'm going home to change

"into a t-shirt and shorts"

comma

"and to get a pair of gym shoes"

Yes...

"and then I'll come back here"

full stop.

"And since I'm

wasting coach's time,

"I'll have to pay an extra fee"

full stop.

Oh, add this, always in red:

"Because I'm an idiot".

Read it.

I'm going home to change

into a t-shirt and shorts,

get a pair of sneakers

and come back here.

And since I'm wasting coach's time,

I'll have to pay an extra fee.

Because I'm an idiot.

Well?! Come on!!

Oh! I understand! You mean the sentence I wrote!

Well, I have to say the sentence structure

isn't entirely impeccable,

there's a repeated "and" and...

..did it say that I should go?

Go! Come on!

Okay.

He can't even run properly.

This is the first time you're wearing these clothes, right?

I don’t even want to imagine you

in gym class at school.

Anyway!

Did you bring the liability waiver

signed by your parents?

Yes, coach!

But only my mum signed it

because my dad passed away.

I'm sorry to hear that, kid.

Don't worry, coach,

I was so young I barely remember.

And besides,

my mother is a strong and resilient woman.

She has always filled the father figure void just fine

...with occasional partners.

No, coach. She is a respectable lady.

She has always filled the void of a father figure

by being both a mother and a father.

Now some things are starting to make sense.

Mummy's boy!

Come on, let's go.

Yes coach!

There's something about you calling me "coach"...

..it irritates me.

Sorry coach.

Precisely.

Come on, follow me,

let's go to the gym.

Nicolas, the alarm has already gone off!

Nicolas!

I'm disgusting.

Who cares!

Sharon,

so different…

so fascinating.

You idiot, what the hell are you doing!?

Pick up my tobacco!

I'm sorry, but you bumped into me,

I was just standing here.

Well,

good civic education would urge me to pick it up regardless,

out of solidarity and setting

a good example...

You're going to pick up my tobacco right now,

then I'm going to beat you up outside school,

because you're giving me a bit too much attitude.

Yes!

Exactly,

when would you like to do that?

- What? - To beat me up.

I’m not telling you,

it'll be a random day, so you'll always be anxious.

You polite piece of shit.

Hi coach!

Hey.

So,

the previous training

was just a general prep.

I can't teach you how to box if your body can’t support you.

So today,

before I teach you how to throw...

Throw?

Throw punches in boxing.

You know,

throw punches.

Ohh...

Ok,

new rule.

No more notes, loser.

Alright,

but my annuity decreases by 23%.

I want you to know that.

Screw the 23%!

I want that when I talk to you,

you’re here, present, with me, listening.

I want you to absorb the information

I give you here,

here, here, and here,

but not here.

You see, that would have been worth noting down!

It was like a line from a movie,

like from a Sensei.

But I won't do it.

I won't.

Good.

Listen, Nicolas,

you still haven't told me why you want to learn how to box.

Coach, I want to be honest with you.

There's a guy at school who bothers me,

a guy named Botch.

What kind of name is that?

I'm always kind and polite with him,

but

no matter what I do,

I seems to bother him,

and he hates me.

He often slaps me too

and I can't figure out why.

Well, in a way, I can understand him.

Just kidding,

just kidding.

That's why I want to learn how to defend myself,

because

if he crosses the line,

I want to know how to fight back with the same strength.

So, he slaps you, right?

Okay, the first one is fine,

the second one is acceptable,

the third one is understandable,

but, after the tenth time,

I decided it was time to change the music.

And for the record, we're at the eleventh slap.

And what's the first thing to do in these situations?

I see!

It's time for another tough and rugged,

Eastwood-esque advice from coach, right?

I would say,

first of all...

Booom!!

A nice straight jab to the side.

Putting aside the awkwardness of your "boom"

and the fact that a jab isn't thrown straight to the side…

No, Nicolas,

the first thing to do is go to your school principal.

He will then talk to your mother,

and they will figure out the best thing to do.

But that won't solve anything!

If anything, he’ll just look to get his revenge after school.

The use of force for self-defense is sacred.

But remember this:

the ring is one thing,

and the street is another.

The street can be very dangerous.

You can ruin someone's life,

and especially, your own.

Tell me you understand, Nicolas.

Yes, I understand.

But, if I do this, she...

“She” who?

Who’s “she”?

There's a girl...

that I like.

She's so gracious...

Sharon...

but she'll never look at me if I keep getting slapped.

How... how can she find even a hint of interest in me

when I'm stuck at the bottom of the food chain?

I smell trouble brewing here, Nicolas.

And I don’t want to be involved.

If you think you can win over a girl

using force,

well, my friend, you'll find yourself in deep shit.

And when they ask who taught you how to use force,

my name will come up

and that will involve me, too.

I don't want any part in this.

I don't want to be responsible for this.

Here's your money back.

But how...

Our working relationship ends here.

- Coach.. - Go.

Go!

Hey, you four-eyed piece of shit, what the fuck are you doing?

First, you make me drop my tobacco

and now you're in my territory?

God!

I have to pass through here to get home.

I told you that I would beat the hell out of you outside school, right?

You fucking polite little lord.

Pray that I won't beat you.

"Pray that you won’t beat me" …at what?

You meant to say, “pray that I won’t beat you up”.

You see?

That's why you'll always get targeted and slapped around.

Hey!

Man of Cro-Magnon!

A perfect interjection…

with perfect timing, a cocky,

yet ironic tone.

A classic entrance from a '90s action movie.

Man of Camelot?

You're so dumb it’s difficult to insult you

even just sarcastically.

He is probably wearing a white tank top stained with blood and ash…

Yes, that's it.

Coach is straight out of Die Hard.

Oh… well, in his own way, he still has a certain effect.

And what do you want?

These aren't things for a man of your age.

Excuse me, a man my age?

Whoa, what's this? You’re feeling young and youthful today?

I’ll beat you up.

You’d better not provoke him. He's my boxing coach.

You’d better not provoke him. He's my boxing coach.

Your what?

A boxing coach?

Is he like a sensei from The Karate Kid?

The fucker and his grocery bags?

Wait, wait.

Let me have a look at you.

Well,

damn,

you're quite something!

62 kilos of pure skeletal material,

stinky armpits,

and with a look on your face that says you’ve just lost a Pokémon match.

I'm going to beat you up so hard.

Here's the deal.

If you can land one

of your deadly secret moves on me,

I promise not to sue you.

Maybe I'll even give you 20 euros

so you can buy a decent razor to shave off

that little Mexican mustache you have.

You talk too much.

You're a coward, you're only good at running away.

I'm not running away,

I'm dodging.

It's different.

Come on, since you talk so much, hit me.

I could never lay a hand on a minor.

You're just a pup, it wouldn’t be right.

I'm just belittling you without even having to touch you.

Besides, I still have the grocery bags in my hands.

“Belittle-” …huh?

Never mind, forget it.

Just pretend I said:

"Hey, wimp!"

By the way, I’m of legal age.

I've had to repeat the school year 3 times.

Come on, I don't believe it.

I swear.

Show me your ID.

Yeah, wait a second-sorry…

I don’t know where I’ve put it-oh, here.

Here you go.

What are they doing?

Wow!

It's true.

Hey, you little nerdy piece of shit,

go ahead and film a video of me beating the shit out of your

master sensei or whatever the fuck you call him.

Go on then.

Tell me when to start.

Wait...

go.

Alright, tiger, now it's my turn.

Stooop!

And now get lost

before I start getting serious.

And don't you dare touch Nicolas again, not even with your big toe.

Huh?

It's the first toe on your foot!

My God, you’re dumb.

Get lost!

This isn't over!

Yeah, whatever.

You. My place, 6:00 p.m. tonight.

Grab the groceries.

I can't babysit you for the rest of your life.

But if you meddle and fuck around with what I teach you,

I guarantee you'll then have to deal with me.

Yes, coach!

Oh, and don't get any funny ideas.

This is actually where I do my groceries.

Come on, hop in, I'll give you a ride.

Like a true badass.

Stooop!

And now get lost..

Thanks, coach.

I'm off then.

Oh yeah, I’ll see you later.

And…

thank you so much for earlier, coach.

I'll be forever grateful to you.

Thank you, kid.

For what?

Well, at least now I can start training someone seriously again.

And is that good thing or a bad thing for me?

I don't know,

but I can assure you that your body will do things

it's never done before.

Bad… yes, that’s definitely a bad thing.

Let's get started.

So, the first rule is:

let him make the first move.

That's crucial.

Then you dodge,

evade,

and strike!

Okay, kid?

Hey!! Come on!

No, coach!

Move your ass, you’re weaker than my grandma!

What have I gotten myself into?

Why do I have to deal with kids?

Come on, kid, come on!

One.

Two.

Three.

The most fundamental rule to always bear in mind

is to keep your guard up.

So, get into position,

right arm forward,

elbows up.

Eight.

Come on, push, nine!

Bring your punches back up high, come on, come on, come on.

Jab..

Come on, tiger, good job!

Jab, cross, jab, cross.

Are you with me, kid?

Yes, coach, I'm following you!

Come on! Come on!

You're almost there, just like that!

Yes, yes!

Jab, cross.

Duck, come on,

hit, hit.

Let's go!

One.

Two.

Three.

Come on, kid, push, one more!

Come on, push!

Go,

One-two-one, go.

Five.

Six.

One.

Two

Come on, push, keep pushing!

Come on!

Niki, that’s 20 kilos, twice as much as before.

C'mon! Push, push!

Slam!

Duck, Duck, Duck.

Yes!

Shoot it up!

Good job, Nico!

Yes, like that!

One, two..

Push, come on!

Duck.

What are you listening to, kid?

Bon Jovi.

Wha...!!!

I'm a huge fan too!

I even had a poster in my old house,

back when I lived in a different city.

Favourite song?

"I'll Be There For You",

no doubt.

I can't believe it,

that's my favourite too!

Damn, we could actually be best friends

if I were 25 years younger…

or you 25 years older.

Coach,

I was thinking

you're a good person.

Would you like to come over for dinner on Saturday night?

No, I mean with me and my mom.

Ah, okay.

Because for a moment there, I thought...

Well, let me see a picture of your mom first.

Absolutely not.

You have to trust me.

It's a blind date,

just like they did in your time.

Fine, but at least tell me her name.

Negative.

Are you looking for this?

I had assumed you would do that…

I anticipated your moves,

so now you won’t be able to find out her name.

No, no, no! Alright then!

Just know that if I don't like your mom,

you owe me eight kebabs

and eight triple bacon cheeseburgers.

My mom is radiant,

athletic, determined,

she has a great sense of humor,

and she owns a large share of the agency she works in,

and she looks incredibly young!

She's just a few years younger than you, but…

but, you’d give her at least

ten years less!

Basically, she looks like

she's in her mid-twenties.

And you're ok with another man having dinner with you and your mum?

Yes, if I admire the man and he has my respect.

Do you miss your dad?

He passed away when I was 3 years old…

my memories of him are basically non-existent.

I understand you…

So, back to dinner with mum…

Alright, I'll send you the time,

address, dress code,

some details about the dinner menu,

and a little something to motivate you on WhatsApp.

Goodbye, Coach!

Yum.

Mother,

are you free on Saturday night?

I think so.

I don't have anything planned with your aunts

or with Miriam and Rebecca.

It will just be you and me, little chick.

Wait…

are you telling me that the moment has come?

You want the house to yourself?

No.

I invited coach to dinner at our place on Saturday night.

Finally I’ll get to know him...

He's basically your God.

He has a great spirit,

he's loyal,

caring,

brutally wise.

And he has a sharp sense of humor.

Wow!

Do you want to marry him too?

I assure you; this sounds like a perfect declaration of love!

Very funny.

You know that my heart beats for only one person.

My punk angel.

Right,

Sharon the punk.

But hey, can you show me a photo of the coach?

Oh, here we go again.

No!

Why not?

Because I want it to be a surprise.

Blind date.

Old-fashioned style.

Trust me,

he's charming.

Fine. I’ll look him up on Facebook.

Well?

I can't remember the name. Shit.

And I even signed that form.

It's destiny.

If you want some advice,

look beautiful.

Hey, your mother is beautiful.

Your mother is a real stunner!

Mind you.

A stunner.

Oh, I'm getting nervous now.

One.

Two.

“for your motivation”

Is she hot, coach?

Hold on a minute, Anthony.

Drink some water and wipe off the sweat.

I need to reply to a message of vital importance.

She's hot.

“My mum”

Nice ass,

nice tits.

Maybe her face isn't great, but...

hmm, no, this one is really hot all over.

“Don’t stare too much”.

Damn you, kid.

- Hi. - Hey, hi.

Hi.

- No. - Hi coach...

can we train together?

- No! - You're looking good tonight.

You know, you're a stunner.

No, that's not right.

I'm that little loser's mother.

No, that makes me sound stupid.

What do we have here?

Let me remove that right away.

A little bit here,

a little bit of leg,

a little bit of arm…

What’s that?

Come on, you can do it.

So elegant…

Hello, I'm a canary bird.

Change.

it's not like it used to be, but..

Yep, I think we need to squat.

It burns.

Come on, Veronica,

you can do it, you can do it.

Oh, yes.

I heard you're a great trainer.

Ok, I'm not gonna laugh.

Enough already, fuck.

Coach, good evening!

You look dashing.

Thank you.

This one is for the adults,

and this one is for you, kiddo.

So…

is mum here

or was it just a trap?

She's here, she's here.

Don't get too caught off guard when you see her…

tonight

she looks very beautiful.

I'm coming!

Did you find parking?

Right nearby,

where the abandoned warehouse is.

I know that place,

well-lit.

I almost slipped.

No...

J.

J, wait.

Wait, J!

J?

No es possible,

it can't be true,

it's not possible.

Do not try to find an explanation

for what I'm about to tell you.

Even I don't have the answers.

This

is our story.

We met during a party at University.

I was in my fifth year of Sports Science,

and she was in her first year of Economics.

You were just talking to me about

your alien invasion theory…

the one that we should expect

in ten years?

Nine.

Right. Nine.

How silly of me, please forgive my mistake.

Anyway, we haven't introduced ourselves yet.

Here we are, both talking to a stranger,

at a party where we are the only two idiots dressed up like this.

Although, if I’m honest,

I think it's the others who got it wrong.

What's your name, space boy?

My name is Jonathan,

I'm 25 years old,

and…yes,

I love science fiction.

However,

for a select few close friends,

those dearest to me in life,

I go by J.

Hey J!

Hey, hi...

When you want to grab another coffee…

just give me a call.

Sure.

“A select few close friends” huh,

“those dearest to me in life”.

Let me guess.

You slept with her and you don't even remember her name.

Awful.

I invoke the right not to answer, Your Honor!

Let's just say she ruined your cool introduction.

She had impeccable timing,

almost like in a movie.

But, I'll give you a second chance.

Let's rewind.

Alright then.

You can call me J.

Just because we've been talking for, what,

eleven minutes now?,

doesn't mean we're automatically friends,

but I'd like us to become friends.

And I don't mean friends in the friend zone sense,

I mean, look at you!

You're a knockout, even in this costume..

Horrible.

Oh come on!

By the way, my name is Veronica.

Vero, for friends.

Vero..

Vero, but...

it's a bit long.

What if it's V?

V like J?

V...

Yeah, I like it!

So, let's go with V.

I give you my permission, J.

Alright then!

I swear, you look too funny in that costume!

Shall we talk about yours!?

Definitely your trusty steed.

Well, actually, my Bois,

I must say.

Hey handsome J!

Hey...

Don't tire yourself out too much tonight.

Remember, we have to do that thing together again,

J...

Right.

Two?

Together?!

Thanks for the ride, J.

No problem, V.

Given the fact that you’re wearing…

your trusty steed,

it didn't seem right to leave you.

I can already imagine the headlines:

"Equine tragedy,

unicorn swerves and horse dies.

Waiting for analysis on the magical equine's body

"to ensure no traces of catnip."

Should I stop?

I’ll stop.

I was expecting the sentence to be a bit shorter.

Took you a while…

I'm really glad I met you.

Hey!

We have the same wristband.

Look.

That's true.

Pass me your phone.

Sure.

If you want, call me.

I've got some hay to party with!

I'm crazy about hay.

Goodbye, J.

Goodbye.

So, yes!

I invited her to dinner and she accepted.

Do you want me fat?

It was a perfect dinner.

...on the nose?

On the nose!

First kiss: perfect.

We became a couple and we had

a very strong connection.

J, come here!

Yes, yes, yes.

I'm coming.

Sure.

Today, for the cooking segment with V...

J's nose in sweet and sour sauce.

J?

I adore him.

Veronica!!!

You're such an idiot!

You scared me.

He can't take it anymore.

Jonny baby, are you okay?

Gotcha!

You tricked me!

But you're still slow!!

Ahh, how cute.

Look at the little poop!

Thank you.

Unicorn.

Poop.

Kiss.

I’ve been boxing ever since I was a kid.

And while I was with V,

I came close to turning professional.

Uoooo, go J!!!

Sorry.

Boxe!

So, these are the hands of a real boxer?

If I were a better boxer,

I’d throw fewer but stronger punches.

Coach always tells me that

I need to be quicker in finishing the match.

Give it a rest, Rocky.

And by the way, how long has it been since you last lost a fight?

Four years.

Yeah, it's been four years since I last lost a match.

You're right, V,

I'm a badass!

Yes, J, like that, let’s go!

Stop.

One.

Two.

Three.

At the beginning, V was my number one fan.

Hey...

Hey.

But, little by little, she drifted further

and further away from the ring.

The more time went by,

the more she hated boxing.

But I really felt that I would make it.

I had the skills,

I had the abilities.

But just like in every combat sport,

no matter how good you are,

Hey, c' on.

As your level goes up,

so does the blow of you opponents’ punches.

And this is the case whether you win, or you lose.

No, no, V, wait a moment.

Take a deep breath

because I see that you're a little agitated.

Now,

let's rewind

and start from the beginning.

I need to make sure I understood

what you just said.

Even though I hadn't realized it yet,

I’m coming to understand now that it's really important to me, J.

And I need to be sure it's the same for you.

How strange, I wonder what happened?

Maybe it's...

J?

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

What's wrong?

Wha-What..?

Jonathan!

Can you move, please?

Hey!

Woah..

Are you sure you're okay? You should go to the hospital. You actually looked like an alien.

I'm fine, V! Let's meet tomorrow at the skyscraper park so we can continue

our conversation since I don't remember anything before my blackout.

You could have told me you couldn't speak.

But I couldn’t speak!

I really panicked.

I... It’s like I was out of breath.

Ok, well, you could have written it on a piece of paper, no?

No, seriously, I got scared.

I had like, yes like a sort crash.

Consider yourself lucky for being so sexy,

otherwise I would have dumped you a long time ago.

Hahaha, sure.

So, you're basically telling me that we're together

just because I'm a good-looking chap?

Well, in a way, yes.

You know, us girls can do this kind of thing.

- Sure. - Yes, yes.

Anyway,

let's get back to us.

I can’t really remember the beginning of our conversation,

but I remember that..

Hey, I'm serious.

Okay.

We were talking in the room,

but I don't remember what we were talking about.

I had some kind of amn..

Ouch!! That hurts!!

What happened?

I think something bit me.

It looks like an insect bite.

Yeah.

It's swelling, V, and quite fast.

Jonathan...

- Hey? - I'm not feeling well.

What's happening?

I don't know, my heart’s pounding.

Let's run some water over it.

I can’t breathe.

What? Hey.

I think I'm about to faint.

No, no, no V, V, V!

Hey! What's happening?

V! V!!

Hey.

A wasp.

V died at the age of 21 from a wasp sting.

Anaphylactic shock.

Password?

Vanaglorioso.

This guy’s fucked.

28 days after the crash

Hey, you ok?

What do you care?

Are you dying or something?

Even if I were,

it can't get any worse than this...

Maybe it's...

J?

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

What's wrong?

Wha-What..?

Jonathan!

Can you move, please?

Hey!

Woah..

What is it?

Are you sure you're okay? You should go to the hospital. You actually looked like an alien.

I'm fine, V! Let's meet tomorrow at the skyscraper park so we can continue

our conversation since I don't remember anything before my blackout.

You could have told me you couldn't speak.

But I couldn’t speak!

I really panicked.

I... It’s like I was out of breath.

Ok, well, you could have written it on a piece of paper?

No, seriously, I got scared.

I had like, yes like a sort crash.

Yes, I know, you're about to say that I'm quite the sexy chap

and that you women do

this kind of thing and all that…

I was actually just about to say that, yes!

Can you believe it?

J, are you ok?

You seem a bit off.

Is everything ok?

Ouch!! That hurts!!

Hey, what is it?

I don't know, something bit me, maybe.

No, no, it's happening again.

We need to go to the hospital right away!

J...

I don't feel well,

my heart is pounding so hard, I can't breathe.

No, no, no, V!

No, no, no! V, no, no!

Hey!! V!!

Anaphylactic shock.

Again.

Password?

Vanaglorioso.

This guy’s fucked.

28 days after the crash

Hey, you ok?

No.

I can tell, brother. You look…rotten,

are you dying or something?

Apparently...

it seems I’m not.

Are you okay?

What's wrong?

Wha-What..?

Jonathan!

Can you move, please?

Hey!

Again.

Exactly, the day after tomorrow, not tomorrow.

Shall we meet at the skyscraper park?

Better at the railway park, it's closer to the office.

Yep! Rest today and tomorrow Jonny baby. I love you:- ♪

Hi.

Hey, hi.

Thanks for coming.

We absolutely need to talk about what happened two days ago.

My goodness you scared me.

Yeah.

But while we're in the area, would you mind

coming with me to that CD store?

I need to get an old Genesis album for my dad.

Sure, why not?

My car’s just behind the soccer fields.

No, no, please. I want to take a little walk.

Pleeease.

Alright then!

How can I say no to those eyes?

As I told you in the text...

You could have told me that you couldn't speak.

You scared me.

I couldn't speak!

I got scared,

panicked, and couldn't breathe.

You could have written it on a piece of paper.

I got sca..

You're right, I'm sorry,

I didn't think about it.

I was overwhelmed and... I’m sorry.

Be grateful you’re damn sexy,

otherwise I would have dumped you a long time ago.

She said it again.

Where are you?

Run over by a reckless driver.

The crash destroyed almost all the vital organs on her right side.

She didn't make it to the hospital alive.

More with the alcohol.

More with the pills.

Fuck! Fuck, damn it!!

More with the fight club.

Password?

Vanaglorioso.

This guy’s fucked.

I don't know why this all happened,

but I swore to her that I would go back to try and save her.

No matter how many times it would take.

28 days after the crash

Hey, you..

..ok?

Is that what you were gonna say?

Am I dying?

You're acting strange, brother, it’s..

It’s disturbing.

Are you okay?

What's wrong?

Wha-What..?

Jonathan!

Can you move, please?

Hey!

Ok.

I'm back.

Keys.

So let's meet at the bar, we’ll find a spot there, nice and comfortable. I love you, V.

You could have told me that you couldn't speak.

I couldn't sp..

You're right.

Maybe it was because of the injury in the last match.

You know, for us boxers,

having this kind of amnesia is quite common.

A blackout like that is definitely not good for your health.

Yeah, it's not good to devour those pizzas

as if they were pills either.

I did a super intense training. I'm so hungry.

Anyway, it's not like I'm gulping them down,

I’ll leave you a few bites.

Jonny baby...

- Yes? - Am I sexy?

No! You're disgusting!

Be grateful that you're moderately attractive,

otherwise I would have dumped you a long time ago.

Anyway, aside from the mush,

what I wanted to tell you yesterday was...

V.

- V? - I'm fine.

What I wa...

Hey!

Hey V, are you okay?

Baby! Hey!!

Jonathan... I feel like I'm burning.

You're bleeding!

We need an ambulance...

An ambulance, call an ambulance!!

A six-millimeter glass splinter,

by accident,

in the pizza dough,

severed her oesophagus and she choked on her own blood.

I robotically repeated everything I did that first time again,

I followed a sad script,

not knowing if the loop would continue working

if I changed even the slightest detail

after each death of V.

The pills, the alcohol,

and the cranial trauma from the fight club.

As far as I know,

the combination of these factors allows me to go back in time, every time.

This guy’s fucked.

28 days after the crash

Hey, you ok?

No, I'm not ok.

Thank you for your concern,

and no, I won't die,

at least I don’t think I will.

You're acting strange, brother, you're...

it’s disturbing.

You know?

You've almost become like a friend to me.

Really?

It would be cool if we became friends, right?

Also because I don't have many.

Listen,

when we're done beating each other up,

how about we go grab a bite?

There's a restaurant right behind here that serves grass-fed hamburgers.

I love grass-fed.

Ah, really? I knew it!

There's a connection!

It's like,

it's like we've known each other for a long time.

Buddy, you talk a lot.

Let's get started.

J?

I'll spare you the other thousand attempts.

No matter how much I postponed me and V’s meeting

within those damn 28 days

Jonathan!

..in one way or another, V would always end up dying.

The only certainty was the duration of the loop,

and the entry and exit points.

And,

it's as if I had a memory loss around the entrance to the loop,

just before and just after.

A true blackout.

For some reason, I held in memories from each loop,

so I started gathering information,

trying to find a pattern behind all of this.

I updated my ideas each and every time.

Each

and every

time.

"PARALLEL DIMENSIONS"

"MULTIVERSE"

What is the constant that leads V to die?

What is it that attracts death towards her?

"AM I THE ONLY ONE? "" WHY 28 DAYS? "" CASUAL DETERMINISM"

"I KILL V ALL THE TIMES"

"SHE DIES BECAUSE OF ME"

Hey,

the keys.

Thanks.

This is journey number...

I don't even remember.

But surely it will be the last.

If, in three hours,

future Jonathan,

you'll be watching this footage,

then it means the loop has been broken

and perhaps V is still alive.

I will now try to persuade you to stay put,

assuming and hoping this will work,

I will now list the times she died and how.

This should be enough to discourage you from wanting to see her again

or...

perhaps to get back together.

Don't do it.

Remember all the times you killed her.

We cannot know if this

curse

will end once the loop is broken.

But we cannot take the risk.

If you love her,

let her go.

Originally,

it was an anaphylactic shock.

Loop one: again, anaphylactic shock.

Loop two: run over by a car.

Loop three: esophagus severed.

Loop four: slipped down the stairs.

Loop five: electrocuted in the bathroom.

Loop six: impaled by the scaffolding tube.

Loop seven: torn apart by a pack of dogs.

Loop eight...

63 days after the crash

And in this universe line,

15 years

have passed since then.

J, wait!

I didn't know,

it was Nicolas who organized

this dinner to introduce us.

I tried in every way to have a photo of you sent to me...

he even hid the disclaimer

so I wouldn’t see your name.

But the absurd thing

is that 15 years ago, I moved to this city,

and you did the same.

And now we're back to where we started.

I can't risk it, V.

What are you saying?

It's been 15 years since we last saw each other.

You disappeared.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

Why don't we talk instead?

I have so many questions.

Excuse me, miss!

Yes?

First thing: nice ass, sweetheart.

Second thing: you pumped up fucker,

get out of the car and give me the keys.

I don't drill holes in either of you.

Got it?

Miss,

do you want me to drill a hole in your boyfriend?

No?

Yes?

- Answer!! - No.

Hey buddy,

the keys are already in the ignition.

Take the car and leave us alone.

Everything's okay.

No one will fight back.

It's all good.

See, buddy?

I'm not screwing you over.

Get in the car and go.

Give me your wallets.

Hey, you bitch, what the fuck are you doing?

Don't make any sudden movements.

I'm just getting my wallet.

Stay calm.

Yeah?

You don't have a gun, do you?

What are you talking about?

Nancy,

my woman,

always had it in her little purse.

She was so elegant.

Come on, hurry up, little miss blondie chic.

Don't be a hero.

Otherwise, I swear,

I swear on Nancy, I'll stab you.

Buddy, there's no need to stab anyone.

Hey!

Fuck!

Fuck, damn it!!

J...

J!

Fuck, no!

Do you see what you made me do?

I told you not to make any sudden moves.

I'm sorry,

it wasn't supposed to end like this.

Please, J, don't leave me again.

Don't leave me again.

J...

J, please stay with me!

J!

It's not fair.

What?

It's not fair that girls are more beautiful when they cry.

Thank you.

You would have done the same for me, I know it.

Yes.

Maybe we should talk about what happened 15 years ago.

I disappeared, that's true.

And since that day, I started feeling unwell,

it got bad,

a pain I wouldn't wish upon anyone.

The closer I tried to get to you,

the more I risked involving you in this misery.

J, you should have talked to me.

What was it?

I know this might sound strange to you,

but I only wanted to protect you.

Also,

that day at your house,

the last day we were together,

I barely have any memory of that last moment.

It’s like a I went through a ten-minute amnesia.

You really don't remember anything?

The last thing I remember is

that we were about to talk about something important,

I think.

Nothing else.

That's why you ran away.

You were scared, lost.

Too many blows to the head.

That day, I was showing you a pregnancy test.

Nicolas.

No.

No, Nicolas is his father's son,

Pietro.

That test was negative.

But just the thought of a possible pregnancy

got me thinking about the family we would have.

I felt this strong maternal instinct

and started thinking about our future.

But you were entering the professional boxing world,

and with each fight, you came back more severely injured,

and the recoveries got longer and longer.

I realized I didn't want the father of my child to be someone

with a potential brain or cognitive damage…

maybe already at 30.

The question I had asked you was very simple.

I asked you to choose between professional boxing

and us.

Well, apparently, that situation is sorted out now,

and hey,

my brain works perfectly fine,

and I don't sit around drooling while staring at a wall.

You idiot.

I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about you

every single day for the past 15 years.

See? First, you make me laugh, and then you make me cry.

You're an asshole.

But now that there are no more

amnesias, blackouts,

and fate has given us a second chance,

would you be able to answer the question from 15 years ago?

I love you, V.

J.

So, now, you should say,

"I have loved you

every single day of my life

for the past 15 years."

J.

Yes?

You have some snotty blood

dripping from your nose.

Damn it.

J.

What?

What?

Do I have earwax coming out of my ear?

Did I shit my pants without even noticing?

What is it?

I love you.

We're in the hospital.

Behave.

Scalia!

Let's go back, come on!

Coming.

V told me that he met Pietro

in front of the CD store.

- Bye, Angelo! - Thanks a lot, see you next time!

Thank you!

Oh my, I'm really sorry.

No worries.

I'm so sorry, please forgive me.

No, I’m sorry.

Hello...

Hi.

And after a few weeks of dating,

her contraceptive pill,

which clearly didn't work very well,

gifted her a pregnancy.

Pietro was a good guy,

a young architect with a passion for music.

V's innate maternal instinct

led her to keep the baby,

and even though they were not truly in love at first,

they grew to love each other intensely over time.

However, when Nicolas was just over 3 years old,

Pietro died in an accident on a construction site.

I'll grant you redemption if you apologize here, publicly.

Why are you granting me redemption?

What am I, a bull?

Although...

“Botch the bull”

actually sounds good for a nickname.

No, you didn't understand.

I said, indeed, you are the bu..

Ok,

forget it.

He's on the ground...

Yes.

You're amazing!!

Great job, Nico!

Wow.

Hey.

Now you’ll be the school her for all of these girls here,

ooh.

I don't think so but thank you for the kind lie.

You're funny,

you make me laugh.

Sharon!!

Would you like to go out with me?

Sweetie,

I'm a lesbian.

Seriously?

I was pretty disappointed.

Poor little man,

his first heartbreak.

You’re such a teenager...

Promise me you won't raise a finger anymore

now that you've settled the score.

Of course, coach.

We said I would use these deadly weapons of mine

only when necessary.

Okay.

Tell mom what you did at school today.

The female reproductive system

and the menstrual cycle.

And I’ve been reflecting all day

something really quite peculiar.

The menstrual cycle cyclically

occurs every 28 days,

month after month.

You see,

the human body is incredibly precise in this regard.

Entirely autonomous, without being controlled by computers.

Do you understand?

Are you sure you're only 14?

V,

Did you adopt him

and have his birth certificates falsified?

Jonathan Scalia.

I was kidding.

Obviously, I was kidding.

I know, coach.

I know you very well by now.

Do you

Do you think there could be

other things in nature that last 28 days?

True.

Can I Google it now even if we're having a conversation at the table?

Permission granted, go ahead.

Okay, I found it.

So,

the lunar cycle has a duration of approximately 28 days,

and this has marked the passage of time in the Chinese calendar.

28 days is,

according to a controversial study by C.S.I.R.O.,

which is an Australian government agency,

the length of time that the covid-19 virus can persist on certain surfaces.

28 days was also

the interval between

the two major geomagnetic anomalies 15 years ago.

What’s that?

Do you remember?

That's why the loop lasted 28 days.

My loop.

The two recent geomagnetic anomalies,

each lasting 9 minutes,

observed 28 days apart,

may be attributed to the so-called

South Atlantic Anomaly,

located above the southern Atlantic Ocean,

which some researchers associate with a potential

start of a geomagnetic pole reversal.

The scientific community seems to agree that

the "error" in the geomagnetic field

is not a threat or a danger to human beings.

The scientists predict a constant expansion of the phenomenon,

with unpredictable effects

that will affect the entire planet.

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