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It's feared the arrival of the year 2000

could cause more havoc

to computer systems than even the worst cyber viruses.

Organisms, companies and institutions

may be affected by the so-called "millennium bug".

I've closed up.

Is that for the exhibition?

I thought you'd packed everything already.

It's for an order.

I wanted to finish it before I left.

Hello?

Yes.

Yes, but I won't be here.

I can ask my uncle.

Yes... Yes, my uncle Eloy.

Yes, he's a goldsmith too.

But I won't be back for a while.

Because I'm going to New York.

Yes.

OK, thanks.

Oh, Juan Pablo...

If the student surpasses the teacher, the achievement is the teacher's.

She's pretty annoying.

Good luck getting her off your back.

I'm going to watch the match at Paula's bar.

- Coming? - No, I have to finish this.

Is it so urgent?

Sorry, I didn't tell you. I'm leaving tomorrow.

Tomorrow? For New York?

No, for Oneira, but I'm flying from there on Sunday.

- Oneira? - Yes.

How come?

There's a buyer for my parents' apartment.

I should've told you, but I've just been so busy.

God knows why I said yes to this exhibition.

It's going to be great.

And New York is always worth a visit.

I always dreamed of travelling: Venezuela, Argentina...

But in the end, I stayed put in Barcelona.

Will you stop in Vilasanta?

You haven't been back since that summer, have you?

I doubt I've been missing out on much.

It's beautiful.

It could be part of the exhibition.

It could be.

It feels like I just do the same thing over and over.

Better not say that to your gallery owner.

- No, I won't. - See you before you leave?

Of course.

Juanito, look how you've grown! I hardly recognised you!

Juan!

- Hi! - Have a seat.

- How are you all? - Good.

- Really good. - Yeah?

It's so good to see you. Where are you staying?

At my grandparents'.

I'm doing an internship at El Heraldo.

An internship in what?

- Journalism, at the paper. - Wow!

He always was a gossip!

- Give me a break! - Let's play foosball.

- Is Alberto here? - Coming!

Coming!

Juan?

Wow, look how old you got, kid! You've really grown.

Jose!

Hi!

You know who this is?

My new summer assistant and Julio's son.

See? Well, and Eloy's nephew. He's still in Barcelona, right?

This one's studying there too. Philosophy no less!

Wow!

We can't have a teetotal philosopher. Serve him one too.

- I'd rather a beer. - A beer? Why?

- A packet of blond tobacco, please. - Right away.

Thanks, Fabian.

And that's Penelope.

Now we all know each other.

Is that her real name?

- Is that her real name? - No, it's Celia.

I said it because of the song. Don't you like Serrat?

Come on, Alberto...

What?

Her story's worthy of a novel.

She was left at the altar and must have gone mad,

because she dresses like she were in a movie.

Don't be mean.

She's a dressmaker, so she likes fashion from other places.

I'm sure you've seen stranger things in Barcelona.

Another novel could be the life of your great uncle who vanished in Cuba.

- What was his name? - Pablo.

Pablo Fernandez, that's it.

My dad said he was a spy for the Soviet Union.

You could write a book about that.

My grandma has papers at her house. I was looking at them yesterday.

So you want to be a writer?

Don Angel, may he rest in peace, used to come here a lot.

Actually, I want to be a teacher.

Or a journalist.

Save yourself the trouble.

IT HAPPENED IN NEW YORK

Hello.

- What can I get you? - A coffee and a cream pastry.

Of course. Right away.

Can I get you something, Celia?

Philosopher, we're going to the village party after work.

Jiménez, this UFO thing is too much.

- Coming or not? - Sure, let's go.

Great!

You look like a penguin.

Manolito!

What's up?

I think I know your father.

What's his name?

Julio.

Julio? - Julio Saavedra.

They call us the Millers.

How old are you?

19.

19?

And what's your grandad's name?

Juan, like me.

But my full name is Juan Pablo.

And where was he from?

- From here. - From here? You sure?

Yes, from here, but I was born in Oneira.

It's just you really look like someone I knew.

You really do.

- Have you ordered? - No.

What are you waiting for?

Two glasses of wine.

Manolito has four children now. One's two, one's five

and the other two are three.

- Four? - Can you believe it?

- I never imagined him with kids. - No...

He was a free spirit like me.

This is broken.

Leave it on the chair.

Here?

You said your name was Juan Pablo, right?

Can I ask you something?

Can you lift up your shirt?

Please.

Appendicitis?

Yes.

How did you know about my scar?

It's hard to explain,

but it's as if I knew you a long time ago.

Like deja vu?

No.

It's something else.

But I know you.

Someone once recited me a poem.

"I met you as a child, among my cherished dreams.

That's why, when I saw you, I recognised my destiny".

So am I your destiny?

When I was young, we'd go to the cinema to see luxury.

Those apartments, the dresses, the furniture...

Objects we could only dream about.

Fifth Avenue,

the Rockefeller Center, the Empire State, Midtown...

Movies today don't show so much luxury.

Their lives don't even seem so different from mine.

But the names of those New York streets

are still poetry to my ears.

Did you ever think of living in New York?

Why are you laughing?

You'd fit in better there than in Vilasanta.

I'll take that as a compliment.

You know what I'd like to do?

Make you a shirt. An elegant one.

- What's wrong with this one? - Nothing.

Occupational hazard. Just ignore me.

Juan Pablo?

What's that?

That's my full name.

- But you hadn't used it until now. - No.

No, but I feel like it has more... I don't know.

You don't have to explain yourself to me, Juan Pablo.

If you're happy with it, it's fine by me.

Close your eyes.

What can you smell?

The wine.

No.

It's smells of the earth you're walking on.

And of summer.

But not just this one.

It smells of all the summers that have past and all that are to come.

And of the yeast that ferments it

and the wood that shelters it.

But it also smells of lemon.

And honey and orange blossom and grass and fennel and thyme.

Wine is another form of memory.

- See this? - Yes.

It's infinite as long as you can see it.

Like this.

What will happen?

When?

In two weeks, when I leave.

I don't know.

Come with me.

Come with me to Barcelona.

There, we can be together without hiding.

For how long?

What do you mean?

How long do you think it'll take

for you to feel uncomfortable being with an older woman, Juan Pablo?

I'm old enough to be your mother.

I don't care.

Not now.

There are still two weeks left. That's a long time.

Too long to be worried.

Have you studied Nietzsche yet?

You know Nietzsche?

What?

Seems unlikely for a dressmaker?

No, it's not that.

Then what?

I don't dare read him.

I don't think I'd understand.

I think you would.

I thought it'd be boring, but it had a positive impact on me.

Found it.

You draw very well.

Who's this? The man you said looked like me?

Yes.

Here.

And who is he?

An old friend.

Have you got a date?

No.

What a shame.

Here I was thinking that Celia had found herself a boyfriend.

That's the last thing I need!

That's true.

Let's go to Negresco for a drink.

See how Penelope was looking at you?

Maybe she's fallen for you.

Cheers!

Since we're talking...

What's going on with the dressmaker?

I heard you're seeing her.

It's none of my business...

No, itisn't.

OK, then.

Have your fun, but don't get hung up on her.

She already belongs to someone else, kid.

I won't get hung up.

Let's go.

Philosopher, you have to learn to drink.

What exactly happened with Celia?

She hasn't told you?

It's just hearsay, because she's older than me,

but people say she was a little bit forward.

She fell for this foreigner who led her up the garden path.

He promised to marry her, but then he disappeared.

She was left high and dry, waiting for him.

But he must have made it up to her, because those dresses she wears...

I know she's a dress maker, but...

You're plastered! Come on, let's go.

This is broken.

I understand you felt ashamed of me that day.

I know better than anyone how cruel small towns are.

Don't be unfair.

You're the one who doesn't want a future with me,

- who hides things... - I'm not hiding anything.

Don't let your imagination run wild, Juan Pablo.

You've told me nothing of your past.

What do you want to know?

Why didn't you get married?

Should I have done?

I remember your grandmother. She was so sweet.

Does it work?

Shall we try it?

Your destiny is like mine

I don't believe it.

If you're the sail, then I'm the wind

If you're the riverbed, then I'm the river

If you're the wound, then I'm the one who feels pain

No one said anything about falling in love

But God wanted it that way

And just from talking to one another

A commitment has been born

Your destiny is like mine

If you're the sail, then I'm the wind

If you're the riverbed, then I'm the river

If you're the wound, then I'm the one who feels pain

No one said anything about falling in love

But God wanted it that way

What is this song?

Why are we dancing to it?

Why are you hugging me like that?

I already know...

For the same reason you don't want to leave here with me.

You were thinking of him just now, weren't you?

Answer me. I'm right, aren't 1?

Yes.

No.

No.

You're saying it so I'll leave.

But you don't understand.

You don't understand I'm crazy about you.

That I want to love you out in the open,

not here hidden away.

Why you don't understand that?

- You should calm down. - I don't want to calm down.

No one says it to your face, but you know what they call you?

Penelope.

Penelope.

People laugh at you, Celia.

You're stuck in the past in a way no one understands.

Well, I do.

I know it's your excuse not to have to live a real life.

Because deep down, you're a coward.

No.

I'm not a coward.

I never have been.

Oh, really?

So what is it, then?

You think he'll come back?

He won't.

He won't come back.

You've grown old waiting.

I never want to see you again.

You hear me?

Never again.

Celia.

Celia.

Next stop: Vilasanta.

Next stop: Vilasanta.

- l wasn't expecting anyone. - Good evening.

It's lucky you caught me. I was on my way out.

My wife's waters just broke. How about that?

- Congratulations. - What a day to come into the world.

- How many days are you staying. - I'm not sure. One, maybe two.

You're a travelling salesman.

Travelling salesman?

I'm a goldsmith.

- A goldsmith? - Yes.

Luckily, I have one free.

Don't worry, you can pay tomorrow.

The room's on the first floor, the first one on the right.

If that's all, I'm going to go and meet little Dimas.

See you tomorrow.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

You wouldn't know where Dimas is, would you?

- His wife went into labour last night. - Finally!

The kid couldn't decide when to come into the world.

- Do they do breakfast here? - No.

- You have to go to Negresco. - Negresco...

By the way, do you have change for 500?

No.

Then I'll have to pay Dimas next month,

because you know when these things start,

but never how long they're going to take.

I have to go. Until the next time, sir.

18TH JULY, 1953

MONDAY, 20TH JULY, 1953

Fabian, the bill for the coffee and pastries, please.

Sure.

Looks like there's a big storm coming.

Would you like anything, sir?

A coffee and a cream pastry.

Right away.

Come on, let's get breakfast.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

- Who is that? He's in our table. - It doesn't matter.

Shall we sit here?

Which colour is it?

It's green with touches of blue.

And it has a hit of white too.

Sir.

Would you mind switching tables?

It's just this is where we usually sit.

There are a lot of us and we're in the way there.

As you're alone...

- Stop bothering him. - It's no bother.

- Come here, guys. - I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Sit here, Pilar.

He's left his raincoat.

- Onofre, what have you done? - I'm sorry...

- I didn't see the loop... - Don't worry, it's American.

I'll fix it for you.

- Don't worry. - No...

- There's no need. - It's no problem, I'm a dressmaker.

Well, almost.

- Really... - I'll fix it and bring it to you at...

Where are you staying?

He won't be at the hostel.

You're at El Sandalio, right?

I'll bring it to you tomorrow, good as new.

Now let's stop bothering this man.

And your coffee is paid for.

It's on Onofre.

Of course, it's on me.

We don't get many foreigners in Vilasanta.

It's actually quite exciting.

It is.

- Fabian, I'm paying for him. - Thank you.

Did you see how he was dressed?

- Who is he? - I don't know...

Excuse me, sir.

- Everything OK? - Yes, fine.

- We had a beautiful baby. - I'm glad.

There is just one thing, if you don't mind.

Yesterday you forgot to sign the register

and I also need your ID card.

You won't believe what happened...

My wallet was stolen with my ID and my money.

What? You were robbed here?

No. On the train I imagine.

I didn't realise until this morning.

Thought so. Those kinds of things don't happen here.

- Right... - If I can see the police report,

that will do me.

And don't worry about the payment.

We'll sort it out later. You seem like an upstanding man.

I haven't had time to report it.

The police station is just two blocks from here.

- l can tell you how to get there. - You're right.

I'll go and get it over and done with now.

Thank you.

Hello?

Hello?

Is anyone here?

PERSONAL IDENTIFICATION

PABLO FERNANDEZ, 31 YEARS OLD, FROM MONTECAIN. 17 SEPTEMBER, 1942

Can I help you with something?

I was looking for the doctor.

You're in the wrong place. It's at the other end of the village.

Yes, I made a mistake. I'm sorry.

Are you alright?

Yes.

I'm going to get a salary now.

We could talk to Don José and ask for a date in May.

Don't you think?

Celia.

You don't seem very excited.

I just said we could get married in May.

Yes, of course, but first we have to

talk to Don José and see what my parents say.

Yes, that's true.

- And the other thing? - What other thing?

Isn't it good news about my salary?

- Yes. - I'll earn 500 pesetas a month.

And they said in a year, if do a good job,

they'll put me in charge of orders.

- And I will do a good job. - I'm sure you will.

You can give up your classes now, if you want.

Give up my classes?

Well...

You can carry on if you prefer.

It's always useful for a girl to know how to sew.

But now we have a guarantee that you won't need to work...

What?

Don't you trust me?

My dad said I might inherit Eulogio's job when he retires.

it's not that I don't trust you, but I really like sewing, Onofre.

And I feel like I'm good at it, especially pattern design.

Of course you're good at it.

You're good at everything.

I can already see you making clothes for our children.

So they look like princes.

What?

How many do you want?

What are you drawing?

You're so focused, you're not listening to me.

The neck is too narrow.

That's how people wear it now.

Where?

- Well, that was quick. - Someone found my wallet.

But without the money, obviously.

By the way, do you think I could pay you in dollars?

In dollars?

Yes. I was going to travel to New York.

- Wow, New York! - Yes.

I'm afraid we don't accept dollars.

1000, 2000, 3000,

4000, 5000, 6000,

6500, 7000, 7400...

One moment.

And 25. If you wanted to invest,

we could make a suggestion.

Or you could deposit part of the money in our bank.

No, thank you. I won't be here long.

- It's a large sum. - Don't worry.

Do you need an envelope?

PROVINCIAL SAVINGS BANK

What do you care

That I love you, if you don't love me anymore?

That love which has passed, should not be remembered.

I was the thrill

Of your life, one day now so long ago.

Today, I represent the past,

I cannot accept that.

When is the next train to Oneira?

I'm afraid you're out of luck.

TRAIN LINE CUT OFF

Luckily, there's a comfortable coach that goes there every Wednesday.

It is rather slow, though.

No, it has to be the train.

I think it'll be at least a week.

Nothing ever happens here

and, all of a sudden, everything happens at once.

...one day now so long ago

Today, I represent the past

I cannot accept that

If the things that one wants

DRESSMAKER'S

Could be obtained...

- See you tomorrow. - Bye.

You would love me the same as you did 20 years ago

With such sadness we observe

A love that is leaving us

And it is a piece of our soul, that is ripped from us mercilessly

What did the American say to you?

Nothing, he wasn't there.

I left it at reception for him.

And it is a piece of our soul

That is ripped from us...

Look, it would be something like this.

In silver and gold, with a small diamond here,

and a lapis lazuli stone.

- I'm a goldsmith. - Oh, really?

Do you work around here?

In Barcelona. I learned the trade there with my uncle.

And what brings you here?

I came to resolve some family matters.

I understand.

Here, people wear pearls more. Fashion takes a while to reach us.

I'm sure people wear what you say in Madrid or Barcelona,

but those trends here, maybe in five or six years...

Once people see it in a movie.

This may be too forthright, but...

would you let me use your workshop?

I would, of course, pay you for the materials and the inconvenience.

Eloy!

Show him the workshop.

If it's of use to you, I won't charge you for using it.

You can teach the kid something.

Just pay me for the materials.

Thank you.

We can use this.

- The lapis lazuli, the silver...? - Yes, here.

Here?

I think I will use the pearls.

So, you'd like to be a goldsmith.

Well, I'm not even sure what that is.

I'm here to learn how to be a watchmaker.

A watchmaker?

- Do you like that? - Yes, it's fine.

I think you'd like goldsmithing even more.

You'll see.

I want to emigrate.

I don't know, go to...

To Venezuela.

Or Argentina.

I don't really mind where.

There's just not much hope here.

Where do you live?

In Barcelona.

Barcelona!

Can you make a good living there?

Yes.

You could do well there.

I'm sure.

- Do you have siblings? - Yes, an older brother.

Where is he?

Doing his military service in La Coruiia.

- When's he coming back? - In winter.

He has a girlfriend in Oneira and they're getting married.

Are they for your wife?

No...

I'm not married.

They're a gift for an old friend.

OK...

Look.

Give it the same shape as the sketch.

- You try. - Sure.

But with this one.

Lean on the wood.

And put this arm here.

I was going to make croquettes with the leftovers,

but I think there's enough for rice.

So, what will we have for dinner today?

We could make an omelette

and save the rice for tomorrow.

And we must desalinate the cod.

Have you ever heard of Nietzsche?

No.

He's a philosopher.

He wrote a book about the eternal return.

Is that like reincarnation?

Something like that.

The idea is deeper than it seems.

It requires the need for action,

so that the possibility of infinite returns

doesn't seem like an awful scenario.

Are you following me?

No, I don't think so.

It means that if someone was forced to live their whole life

over and over again, over and over again,

they could do it without fear.

I think I get it now.

There's an idea that wasn't in Nietzsche.

Imagine the eternal return was possible.

You'd know what was going to happen because you've already lived it.

And, in that case, you could intervene to change it.

Would it be correct to do that?

Or should you let things happen exactly as they happened before?

I'd intervene.

Definitely.

We could go to the cinema.

There's a Cary Grant and Ingrid Bergman film.

- When? - Tomorrow. After mass.

I can't. Onofre is taking me out for churros.

- Just the two of you? - Yes.

He's not going to kidnap me.

- What? - You'll get a reputation as a hussy.

Pilar, we're getting married.

What will you save for when you're married?

My mother would kill me if she saw Manolo and I alone.

I'll save other things for when I'm married.

- See? You are a hussy! - Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

I'm glad to have found you.

I wanted to thank you for my raincoat.

There's no need.

It's as good as new.

I'll need to fix a few shirts before I leave,

- but I don't know... - Bring them to the workshop.

Do you know where it is?

- No. - I'll tell you.

I'm not sure if it's customary here, but I'd like to...

I don't know...

...invite you to a drink, if that's OK.

Of course it's OK!

You can tell he's a man of the world. It's nice.

- Apparently, he's a millionaire. - Oh, sure!

Really! My father told us he went to change his dollars

and he was carrying a huge sum of money.

But huge, huge.

Your dad was exaggerating! Why would a millionaire come here?

It's different in America. I'll go there one day.

You really are away with the fairies, aren't you?

And he's not American. That's just a silly thing Dimas said.

Laugh all you like, you'll see.

- What does Onofre think of your plans? - If he realised...

I don't think he's up to the task.

- You leave Onofre to me. - I certainly will!

Ciao!

Listen to her!

- To America she says! - Honestly...

- Can you see her in America? - No.

Besides, she can't speak English. What would she do there?

Spain is very behind in that respect, but in America nobody questions

women fighting for their dreams and independence.

There, a woman can open her own workshop,

create her own line of clothes...

That would be impossible here.

Why?

Because it's not so easy for a woman.

If her hushand won't let her...

You could always stay unmarried.

As if that would solve the problem.

If I don't marry, my father would have to give me permission.

I know what my father would say if I went to him with such ideas.

You know why I'm here?

I came on an impulse.

Along...

A long time ago, I had the best summer of my life here.

Or the worst, depending on how you look at it.

That summer I met a woman. Someone very special.

And as I was passing here, I thought...

Why not stop and tell her what I never told her back then.

And?

I haven't found her.

Oh, how disappointing.

And can I ask, were you in love with her?

Yes.

But you don't have to be so formal with me.

I'm telling you because,

deep down, I'm glad she's not here.

This town was no good for her.

It's too small. Too closed in on itself.

The wall. And further back, the mountain.

Exactly.

It's not the best place for someone with wings as big as hers.

Or yours.

There's something about you that really reminds me of her.

She was very talented, like you.

- No, I'm not... - Yes, you are.

You might not believe it, but you are.

When I met you, I thought that maybe

that impulse, let's call it destiny,

brought me here to stop you making the same mistakes she did.

What happened?

- With who? - With her.

Not now, but that summer. What happened?

Life happened. Nothing more.

Did you get married?

- Do you have children? - No.

Because of her.

Well...

I got used to being alone.

It gets bad press, but it's not so bad.

It's such a romantic story.

It's a catastrophe.

Oh, I have to go!

No, finish your coffee. Don't worry.

Besides, I'll go quicker on my own.

Thank you for the shirts. You needn't have bothered.

It's no bother.

Yes?

Another day, could you tell me

about the fashions in Barcelona, or New York?

I don't know if I can, but I'll try.

What's this?

With your skills this is unacceptable.

This is very shoddy, Celia.

It's Onofre, he's driven her mad!

I saw you, children!

Celia!

So I can draw everything you tell me.

Shall we have our photo taken?

Yes.

Would you like a photo?

Have you heard of Nietzsche?

No.

Hello.

Who is he?

A philosopher with some interesting ideas.

Move this way a little.

I saw you leaving Negresco yesterday.

And?

I went in after. I was thirsty.

And guess who was there? The foreigner with the raincoat.

Do I have to remind you we're getting married?

No.

No, of course not.

But I don't understand...

What don't you understand?

We're getting married. It's inappropriate.

Anyone would think so.

I don't like you going around with other men.

I'm not going around with other men.

Pablo could be my father. He was just telling me...

He has nothing to tell you.

What I tell you is more than enough.

You can't order me around.

The person who can't behave like a hussy is you.

Especially not with an old man you should be disgusted by.

I haven't done anything bad.

- I thought you were different. - How so?

A decent girl.

I am a decent girl.

It doesn't seem so.

And if you ever see that man again, you won't see me anymore.

- Where are you going? - What's it to you?

- No, wait, wait. - Let me past.

We have to talk to Don José.

- Stop all this nonsense. - It's not nonsense. Let me past.

Don't be stubborn. You know I'm right.

Don't be silly.

I'm crazy about you and you know it.

It's not right you're making people talk.

I don't care what other people say.

I won't let anyone tell me what to do with my life

if I'm not hurting anyone.

And by the way, I'm not learning to sew so I can sew on your buttons.

You're leaving?

Celia, are you sure?

If you leave, consider us broken up, you hear me?

Damn it!

My mother will kill me.

Mothers always understand these things.

It may be a cliché, but time heals everything.

Everything?

No.

I wish I could have one of those great love stories

that travel through time and are bigger than life itself.

That doesn't exist.

No?

No.

Don't waste your life thinking about him.

There's nothing tying you to Vilasanta now.

Is it OK?

It's beautiful.

I just drew what you told me about, that's all.

- Is this watercolour? - That's just something silly.

Stupid ideas I get from time to time.

I'll walk you home.

It's got a bit late.

- The bill? - Yes, please.

- Two pesetas and fifty cents. - Here you have.

You were waiting for the train to Oneira, weren't you?

- Yes. - The line is back in service.

I think it's time for me to leave.

For your trip to New York?

Yes, for my trip as well,

but mainly because...

I think I've done what I came here to do.

You found her?

Yes.

These are for you.

For me?

They're beautiful.

Your destiny is like mine

If you're the sail, then I'm the wind

If you're the riverbed, then I'm the river

If you're the wound, then I'm the one who feels pain

No one said anything about falling in love

But God wanted it that way.

And just from talking to each other...

A commitment has been born

You draw very well.

Who's this? The man you said looked like me?

Yes.

Your destiny is like mine

If you're the sail, then I'm the wind

If you're the riverbed, then I'm the river

This isn't right.

No one said anything about falling in love

But God wanted it that way

And just from talking to each other

A commitment has been born

A commitment

Are you angry?

No, of course not.

What's she like?

Is she very beautiful?

Yes, very beautiful.

And do I look like her as well?

A lot.

Do you think I'm beautiful too?

As beautiful as her?

Then, why don't you kiss me?

Are you still in love with her?

No, it's not that.

But this won't work out.

It won't work out.

I shouldn't be here.

I might not even be here.

Then, even more reason...

I don't understand what you're so scared of.

Don't be scared.

There's a poem,

by a Cuban poet:

"I met you as a child, among my cherished dreams.

That's why, when I saw you, I recognised my destiny."

Well, it turns out it's true.

So, I'm your destiny?

You don't know how much.

Take me with you.

To New York. To Barcelona. I don't care.

Take me out of here.

You need the baptismal certificate of both spouses.

You can ask for it in your parish.

Is the bride from here?

Yes, she's from here.

Listen...

Is the baptismal certificate essential?

I have a trip coming up and we want to marry as soon as we can.

These are not things to be rushed, son.

Remember the banns of marriage have to be published for three weeks

in both your churches.

Which parish are you from?

Don Pablo.

Someone's asking for you at reception.

What is it?

It's better we talk elsewhere.

Well?

I saw you leaving the cathedral

and I don't think you're a regular churchgoer.

I go often, you see.

I've just had a very interesting chat with Don José.

He's the parish priest here in Vilasanta,

but he's from Montecain.

- Do you know Montecain? - No, I don't.

No?

Right...

Well, it's funny,

because in Montecain, Don José studied

with someone with exactly the same name as you:

Pablo Fernandez.

He was Eloy's uncle, from the watchmaker's.

He emigrated to Cuba years ago.

I have a common name, yes.

What are you getting at?

I don't know who you are, nor do I care.

But I know you're not who you say you are

and that might interest the Civil Guard.

- What do you want? - For you to leave.

Leave on the afternoon train and I won't say anything.

- Don't do this. - Oh, no?

No.

So I should let my girlfriend get duped by a conman?

I'm not a conman.

Anyway, she won't come back to you.

We were fine before you showed up,

seducing her with that nonsense about New York and being a dressmaker.

We were going to get married, until you came and ruined everything,

putting those silly ideas in her head.

I'm sorry, believe me.

But me leaving won't stop her longing for a different life.

You're a scoundrel.

I'm honest and hardworking and I am who I say I am.

There must be a reason you have someone else's papers.

Is that the life you're offering her? Escaping places like thieves?

I could be the father of her children, not her grandfather.

In one hour, I will tell the Civil Guard what I know.

I'd rather save Celia the distress,

but if this is what you want, this is what you'll get.

Excuse me, you can't be in here.

Celia, sit down, please.

I need to talk to her. It'll only take a moment.

Wait outside, please.

Five minutes.

Back to work all of you.

Pablo!

What's happened?

I have to leave.

On your own?

What about me?

Pablo, I can't stay here...

You said that in America women can live their own lives.

- I'm not asking you for anything. - Here.

What's this?

Pablo, I don't want this.

Listen, there's something I haven't told you.

I'm a Republican. If I get caught, they'll shoot me.

I don't care. I'm going with you.

We can't always be running.

- I don't care. - We can't, Celia.

- Why not? - I've been discovered. I have to go.

So, we'll go together.

If we go together, we won't even make it to the next station.

Besides, I don't know what will happen when I get on that train.

You can go to New York with this money

and open your own studio.

Look at me.

I'm not going to come back here.

Not ever.

You have to promise me you'll leave here too.

Pablo, I can't go to New York on my own.

Promise me.

But are you going to be there?

Yes.

I don't know when, but I'll go.

Where should I wait for you?

In the Empire State, like in An Affair to Remember?

That might not be very practical.

So, then?

The Chelsea Hotel. Go to the Chelsea Hotel.

- Chelsea Hotel? - Yes.

Go.

But don't wait for me.

Leave Ithaca.

The sea is yours as well.

Celia, for goodness sake!

Your earrings.

Don't bother me again.

When's the next train to Vilasanta?

Tomorrow at 8:30.

One ticket, please.

Return?

One way.

FOR SALE

Excuse me.

Where the video store is, there used to be a dressmakers.

Do you know anything about the owner?

No idea.

Thanks.

NEW YORK 1999

IT'S PABLO. I'VE TRAVELLED THROUGH TIME.

THE GOLDSMITH'S SECRET