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I'd like to be a man to bathe in the river naked.

Uh! What courage!

What a thing you've got, Rosita!

Say yes.

And give you good water in all the pepe.

-My daughter, what a pleasure! -Well, yes, yes.

Hey, before you go in the water,

Get the kid off me, he's got me. deslomá.

Let's see, Salvador, come here.

Let's see... Look... Here's a stick to play with.

-Okay. -Come on.

-Help me, Mari, with the sheets. -I'm coming.

The soap fish!

Oh, look! There they are!

The soap fish!

-Sing us something, Rosita. -[Jacinta] How beautiful.

♪ A tu vera... ♪

How beautiful.

♪ A tu vera Siempre a la verita tuya ♪

♪ Always to your own truth Till I die of grief ♪

♪ Don't look at your eyes ♪

♪ Not knocking on your door ♪

Salvita, don't move from there.

♪ Don't step on it at night ♪

♪ The stones of your street ♪

♪ A tu vera Siempre a la verita tuya ♪

♪ Always to your truth Until I die of love ♪

♪ See what they say and say ♪

♪ Look at that afternoon ♪

♪ Look what went and came ♪

♪ From your house to the mall ♪

♪ And so on, looking and looking ♪

♪ That's how it started ♪

♪ My blindness ♪

Save!

I'm Zulema!

-What a surprise! -Zulema!

Oh, what a joy!

Can you have a cup of coffee with me or are you in a hurry?

If you don't write and you don't write wheels, what are you going to do?

-To live, I suppose. -I can't live without acting.

It's getting harder and harder, but I'm doing everything I'm offered.

Do you see Alberto?

-I think he was in Argentina... -No, no, in Mexico.

He's been working on some soap operas, but he's back.

Eh...

I met him at a Latino film festival in the Riviera Maya.

It was lovely.

Past, but it was a very... very nice.

-Did you see him? -No, no.

Since the premiere of Taste I have not seen him again.

But that was...

30 years?

32.

You know, I saw the movie again last week.

You never saw it again?

No. Not since the premiere, no.

And it's wrong to say it, but... it moved me.

I've always loved it.

The Film Library has restored the negative and they're going to do several screenings.

They want me to present it, and I thought I'd do it with Alberto.

I'm glad you're not holding a grudge anymore.

The bastard never did the character I had written.

So I wanted to kill him.

But... I really don't hold a grudge.

Seeing the film now, its interpretation is better than it was 30 years ago.

It's your eyes that have changed, honey.

The film is the same.

Do you know how to reach him?

I think he lives in El Escorial.

Yeah, someone's house.

He works intermittently, but he's doing okay.

Without giving up... Well, you know what I mean...

I'm surprised you're the one who doesn't work.

I always thought you were the type who don't retire.

So do I.

-Do you still have the same phone? -Yes. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll give you his contact and I'll give you mine...

In case you ever get bored and write something that only I can do.

So far. I'll leave you with Father José María.

Good morning, boys.

The first thing we're going to do is choose who you're going to form the choir for.

Has anyone ever sung in a choir before? Raise your hand.

Well, let's do a test.

You, come here, yourself.

-What's your name? -Rodolfo.

Let's see, Rodolfo, how you're vocalizing.

Repeat with me.

Cu, cu, cu, cu, cu...

Cu, cu, cu, cu, cu...

Let's see...

La, la, la, la, la, la...

Tararara...

You next door. What's your name?

Salvador.

Nice name. Do you like to sing?

Eh... I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

But you'll like music, won't you?

Yeah, I like the Beatles and the movies.

So here we will expand and direct your tastes towards less pagan subjects.

Let's do a vocalization test.

La, la, la, la, la...

La, la, la, la, la...

Ri, i, i, i, i...

Ri, i, i, i, i...

La, la, la, la, la...

La, la, la, la, la, la...

La, larala, la, la, la...

La, larala, la, la, la...

Let's warm up those voices, guys.

That's how I became the choir soloist.

The priests decided that I should not attend

Geography and History classes, Science and Art History..

During the first three years of high school,

the time of those subjects I spent rehearsing.

I always passed.

They made me an absolute ignoramous,

without taking the exams..

With time, I became a film director

and I started to learn Spanish Geography

traveling to promote the films I directed.

Travelled because he was successful.

My knowledge of geography coincided with my expansion as a filmmaker.

I began to know my body through pain and disease.

I lived the first thirty years with relative unconsciousness,

and what was inside it,

in addition to being source of pleasure and knowledge,

trained endless possibilities of pain.

I soon knew insomnia, chronic pharyngitis, otitis,

reflux, ulcer and intrinsic asthma.

The nerves, in general, and the sciatic, in particular..

I have all kinds of muscle aches:

lumbar, dorsal, tendinitis, both knees and shoulders.

This is tinnitus.

I also have it.

These are wheezes.

I also have them.

In addition to tinnitus and wheezing, my specialty are headaches.

Migraines, tension or cluster headaches and back pain.

from an operation of lumbar arthrodesis,

which immobilized more than half of my back,.

I would rotate around my spine.

Conscious of each of the vertebrae

and the amount of muscles and ligaments

which compose the mythology of our organism,

so, as with the Greek gods,

our unique form of relationship is through sacrifice.

But not everything is so physical and illustrable.

I also suffer abstract penalties.

Soul pains, such as panic and anxiety,

which, naturally, alternate for years with depression.

The nights that coincide without several pains, those nights I believe in God

and I pray.

The days when I only suffer a type of pain...

I'm an atheist.

It's here. It's right here.

All right, all right, all right.

Keep the change. -Thank you very much.

-Goodbye. Thank you. Good-bye, good-bye.

Who is it?

Alberto, it's Salvador.

What Savior?

Salvador Mallo.

What are you doing here?

-I need to talk to you. -From what?

From Taste.

Are you inviting me in?

Would you like a drink?

-Same as you. - I was making myself a tea.

Well, that.

Come on, look.

I love that you have here Flavor.

Why did you come here?

Thirty-two years has been hard for me to reconcile with this film.

Thirty-two years...

That's nice! What are those trees? Firs?

Pines.

Are you gonna fucking explain to me why you came to see me

after thirty-two years?

The Film Library has restored Taste.

They've decided it's a classic.

And they've programmed it for a film series shot in Madrid.

They called me to ask me to introduce her together.

And don't you know we haven't spoken since the shooting?

Well... If they know, they haven't told me anything.

Alberto, gossip ages, just like people do.

-Hey, do you mind if we sit down? -No, no... Have a seat.

Thank you very much.

But why does he give you now for us to present her together?

-Because you didn't present it at the premiere. -Because you forbade me, you faggot!

That's why I think it's only fair that we both present it at the Film Library.

And who gave you my address?

-Zulema. -Oh... Heh.

I ran into her by chance and we talked about you.

Hey, I'm gonna smoke a Chinese. If the scene disgusts you, you can go.

And we called each other about the film library.

Will you invite me?

I don't recognize you, Salvador.

-What is it, the first time? -Yes.

And what do you want to try heroin for at this point?

Out of curiosity.

I'm sure you're documenting for something.

The drop, the drop, the drop, the drop...

Savior!

Save! Save!

Come give me a hand!

-Mom, I found a novel. -All right, leave it there.

Grab it.

What the hell was I supposed to know it was a party here?

-It's not a party in our town! -Me neither.

Well, what a night awaits us, son.

Shame on you.

Open the chocolate, Salvador.

I'm coming, Mom.

Mom, there are two stickers.

Oh, leave the stickers now, son. Let's eat.

Liz Taylor and Robert Taylor.

You think they're brothers?

Well, I guess so.

Eat.

Oh, that's too bad, son.

Lying here like gypsies.

I like the season.

You're a very novelist.

I don't know who you went out to.

Buckle up, don't get sick on me.

Oh, for God's sake, what a tomato!

I didn't see it.

Bring it here, I'll sew it for you.

Look, with the egg.

-Oops. -Get over there. Come on, let's go to sleep.

Do you know that your father, in the military,

learned to sew and darn and iron shirts?

He was doing very well.

Do you think I'm going to the military?

Well, I guess you'll have to go, son.

Well, I don't want to go to the military.

I don't want you to go. It's no use.

-Mom... -What?

You think Liz Taylor's gonna sew Robert Taylor's socks together?

Well, I don't know...

Man, I don't see much in the pictures of you liking to darn.

Are you okay?

Don't forget to breathe, huh?

No.

God, what a long night!

I thought we'd never get there.

I told you to wait a few days until I was installed.

-Your mother had had enough of us. -Don't say that.

Oh, you don't?

-Do you know what he said three days ago? -What?

"Let's see this month how the bread bill has risen!"

-Do you believe yourself? -Don't take it into account.

You know how it is.

I'm not going to be a burden to anyone.

That same day I packed my bags, and here we are.

Save! Salva, come here.

Or would you rather be alone?

-Oh, Jacinta, don't tell me such things. -Now...

All I'm saying is you could have waited a few days.

-Hey, how much longer? -No. -No.

The Sharpener!

We're here.

Is our house here?

We're on top.

What do you mean, on top?

Above.

-A cave! -It's the best I could find.

-But for God's sake, Venancio, a cave! -Save, pull! Come on.

But how can we live in a cave!

There are over 300 families living in caves.

It's typical of this town. There's no shame in it.

Is this our house, Dad?

This is it, son, this is it.

Come on in.

A cave!

For God's sake...

It was your idea to leave town and come here.

What would they say in the village if they saw us...

I haven't had time to whitewash it,

That's why I wanted you to wait a little.

It's all sleeve over shoulder. There's still work to be done.

Mom, look, the sky!

Oh, look.

-I cleaned it up as best I could. -And you're glad we came?

Jacinta, I wanted something else for you.

Do you think I'm happy to bring you here, to a cave?

-But there was nothing else. -That nothing happens...

I make it look like a house, come on.

But your mother... I really do. Tell me about the bread in front of the child...

Look, if he loved it...

Come on, I don't want you to look so serious, you get so ugly.

Dad, can I get sweeping?

I need a cab to pick me up.

In... Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

-What's the address? -Calle Pontón, 89.

Eh... Calle Pontón, 89, in San Lorenzo de El Escorial.

The destination is Paseo del Pintor Rosales, 108.

That's it. That's it.

Yes, in Madrid, of course, of course.

All right... Fifteen minutes... Okay, thank you.

You've made up your mind about the film library, haven't you?

-Yes. -The 18th, in three weeks.

I'm even thinking about the model.

But we'll call each other first, won't we?

All right, then.

What do you give me?

Let's give each other two kisses like old friends.

If we've even smoked

-the Chinese of peace. -Okay.

Come on, come on, come on.

Good.

Hello? I'm sorry.

It's me.

Salvador, is it true about the Filmoteca?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Have me informed, man. Don't go past me so much.

No... I thought I'd tell you.

No, if I love that they project Taste and that you go out,

but are you sure you want

a colloquium with people?

-It's going to fill... -No, it's not that I want a colloquium.

But I'm curious to see if the film has survived these 30 years.

Don't hesitate.

But if you decide not to go, you tell me and I'll fix it, huh?

Better to cancel now than at the last minute.

All right, all right, all right. Good-bye. Good-bye.

-I'm going now. Do you need anything? -No, thank you, Maya.

-See you tomorrow. -See you tomorrow.

He was the loneliest man that death has ever seen.

I entered the room where Johannes was.

He had turned around, becoming a ball, so there was no room for me.

When I tried to make a hole, woke up and made love.

But loneliness accompanied me and I could not expel it from my heart.

We were as close as two people can be,

but everyone in their world.

Hello.

You weren't going to open me up?

I wasn't expecting anyone and my head hurts.

-If you want, I'll go. -No, no, come in. Since you're here...

And you live like this, in the dark?

-When my head hurts, yes. -Poor!

But you've got a piece of the house, man.

Would you like a drink?

Any liquor.

How wonderful.

What...? What do I do? What...? What...?

Breathe through your nose. Breathe through your nose.

Through the nose.

-Wait, wait... Water.

Quiet, wait...

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Breathe. Breathe.

Drink up.

Careful, baby. Slowly, slowly, slowly. Easy, easy, easy, easy.

Fuck, I'm choking on nothing!

You scared the shit out of me! I thought you were drowning.

I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.

It happens to me from time to time, and it's horrible.

My idea of cinema was always linked

to the breeze of summer nights.

We only watched movies in the summer.

The films were projected on a huge wall,

whitewashed.

I especially remember the movies where there was water:

waterfalls, beaches,

the bottom of the sea, rivers or springs.

All you have to do is listen to the rumor of the water,

the kids had a tremendous urge to pee.

And we did it right there, on both sides of the screen.

In my childhood cinema, it always smells like pee.

And jasmine.

And a summer breeze.

What are you doing in there?

Reading to you.

I just read Addiction.

Well, you shouldn't.

I had to do something.

You were groggy.

May I?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, that's good!

Hey, I'm freaked out by the story, man.

It's not a story.

Well, whatever.

It could be taken to the stage as it is.

Thank you, but it's not a dramatic text.

It doesn't matter.

I could play it.

-I know very well what you're talking about. -You?

You're on the opposite side of that text.

You forget I'm an actor...

and that I suffer very well.

Salvador, I need to act again.

I got off the pedestal a long time ago, huh?

Look, I'm in contact with the Mirador room.

I know it's a very small room, very off.

To mount The indifferent beauty, of Cocteau.

[Alberto] With men. To give him a point.

But if I'm telling you the truth, I prefer your text a lot.

-Give me a copy for the Mirador. -Alberto, stop!

But why did you write it?

I wrote it to forget its contents, but I don't want to talk about it.

Hey, do you mind passing me what's left in the paper?

-Take. -I'm not a camel, man.

Here you go. I'll give it to you.

But administer it discreetly,

often these late discoveries are the worst, and I see you very killer.

Hey, think about what I told you about the Mirador room.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

-The headache... has gone away? -Totally.

-See? -That's right.

How could you do that to me?

-Will he be on his way? -I don't know.

This management has been carried out by you personally.

I don't get it. I showed him the restored film and he loved it.

-The bathroom? -There to the left.

Thank you.

Why don't you call him?

-Hey, excuse me, is there going to be a colloquium? -Yes, yes, yes. The director's on his way.

Okay.

The Filmoteca.

Yeah, bring it, bring it, bring it.

I don't give credit, man!

You put this whole number together and then you don't go!

It took me so long to get this lollipop!

You go ahead.

Huh?

-But how can I go alone! -I don't want to be seen like this!

See you how?

We're not going to a beauty pageant, we're going to a fucking colloquium!

I don't want to be seen stoned and hesitant.

When you step on the stage, you come upstairs.

-With what you have been... -Uy, that was before...

And without having taken heroin.

Salvador, where are you?

I'm home.

Still? The film is over, the audience is waiting for you.

Ah, yes?

I'm with Salvador Mallo.

Eh... We thought we'd both go.

Alberto Crespo is with me.

And the main character, Alberto Crespo.

Would you mind repeating the applause before so they can hear it?

Let's see if that'll revive them, huh?

Is everybody listening to me?

Yes, Salvador.

Eh... Well...

I wanted to apologize to the viewers.

At the last minute... I wasn't feeling well.

Eh...

I'm with Alberto Crespo. He's stayed

-to accompany me. -Salvador, excuse me,

they're raising their hands, I think they want to ask you something.

It's a little question for the director.

[spectator] Mr. Mallo,

what do you think of Alberto Crespo's performance in the film?

There are people who say that they were not happy and that they distanced themselves because of it.

Salvador, did you hear the question?

Yes, yes, yes, I've heard it.

I read that after Taste, they argued,

who had not been seen again.

Look... Time is mysterious.

I saw the movie again a month ago,

and it seems to me that Alberto's interpretation has gained a lot

since we opened it.

What didn't you like then?

His heaviness.

His lethal rhythm.

I conceived a dynamic character, a fun, biting cocaine addict.

Alberto didn't have the lightness I asked of him.

Not because he was incapable, but because he took the drug opposite the character.

He took a horse.

The rhythm of your interpretation

was more severe, the mood of the text disappeared.

But I have to be fair.

Now I think that gravity is working for him.

to the character, gives him...

weight

How dare you?

I wasn't going to say it, but it's said.

Be careful with me, huh?

I won't let you humiliate me again!

-Who the fuck do you think you are? -I only told the truth.

Before shooting, you promised me you wouldn't take a horse on the set.

I gave you the part on that condition and you lied to me.

You did what came out of your tail.

And someday I had to tell you.

You're out of your fucking mind!

I give him all the errands.

Oh, yeah.

He's been running away from me lately.

-Are you sure he's all right? -Eat little. And he chokes a lot.

You prepare all the food in purée.

Are you going for a walk?

I don't see it.

But he walks this way around the house, down the hallway.

Ya. I've seen

some loafers at the entrance and never liked the loafers.

Well, he puts them on.

He's got a thousand pretty slippers, though.

Maya, tell him you don't mind fastening his shoes and slippers.

It must cost you a lot to fasten your laces. Poor thing.

Yes, I'm telling you, Mrs. Mercedes, but he doesn't want to.

I think he's embarrassed, and I feel very sorry for him.

I don't know what to do.

Well, put on a good face and take care of everything.

And if you see anything weird, you call me.

Mrs. Mercedes, everything here is weird.

Oh, yeah.

Can I help you with something?

I don't know.

What are you looking for?

Two microns.

Ten euros.

-Ten euros. -Yes.

But don't bring me shit.

If it's good, I'll come back.

Give me the dough.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. When you bring the material.

Cash and now.

Wait for me here.

Come on!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Don't you have poop?

Come on!

Faggot! Come on! Come on, I'll kill you!

-Ah! -Calm down, uncle.

Ah!

Come here! Come here! God!

Faggot, come here, come here!

Yeah, yeah.

Look at the boy! So small and look at how he reads.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

-Can you also write? -Yes.

And how much would you charge us for writing a letter to an aunt of mine in Bilbao?

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

What's going on? What's going on?

We wanted your son to write us a letter.

Because my boyfriend is illiterate.

When am I going to learn? If I spend all day working.

If you didn't waste time drawing...

-Are you a bricklayer? -And painter.

Of course... Oh, that's too bad. So handsome, that you're illiterate.

Well, my Savior can teach you to read and write, can't he?

At night, when you're done working.

[Jacinta] At a time that suits you.

And could you teach me the four rules too?

-Yes. - Of course.

The four rules, so no one can fool you.

If it is that in this world in which we live being illiterate is a backwardness.

I'll get the paper and pencil to write the letter, huh?

-How much would you charge us? -Nothing, woman! -Nothing!

Look, since you're a bricklayer,

you could help me finish the kitchen and paint the walls a little bit, huh?

When it suits you.

-As long as it's not Sundays... -On Sundays, all right!

In return, my Savior teaches you to read, to write, the four rules.

-And today's letter, free of charge. -Thank you.

"A, B, C, CH, D...".

Eduardo, when are you going to put the battery in me?

That I have to wash everything in these buckets...

I used to want to finish pulling the walls.

No, the battery, the battery is more urgent.

I've grown accustomed to chipping.

It's just that Salvador gives me a lot of homework and I don't have time.

Savior...

If you want to learn to read and write, you must learn the alphabet by heart.

Come on, Eduardo, start again.

"A, B, C,

CH, F,

J...". -No, Eduardo.

It's "F, G, H, I, J, K."

You said it right before.

That's a lot of letters.

Don't complain anymore. They are who they are.

No, Eduardo, you don't hold it like that. Give me the pencil.

Look, it's held like this.

Okay? Now you do it.

Like this?

Yes.

Just like that.

No, Eduardo, there's no need to squeeze so hard.

Leave your hand loose, I'll bring it to you.

"U."

I'm a little nervous.

It's all right. It's all right. That's much better.

-Do you like drawing? -A lot.

Then you'll learn very quickly to write.

because writing is like drawing but with letters.

Now you do it yourself, come on.

"U, U."

That's it. That's it.

Read the phrase.

Una... santa...

Catholic...

apos...

tólica.

A Catholic apostolic saint.

And who is this?

Spain! Who else would it be?

Ah.

Write it down all at once.

All right, Eduardo, now you do it a lot more often than before.

There's a lot of invitations. It wouldn't hurt if you went out somewhere.

-Cecil Beaton... -I'll take you wherever you want.

-I'd like to... -The dance season has begun.

Dimitris Papaioannou and Jan Fabre come to the Canal Theaters.

The seats in public theatres are the most uncomfortable for me.

and I don't want to get out in the middle.

Have you been to see Dr. Galindo?

No. I'm sick of doctors.

How do you get Oxycodone?

A friend gets it for me, his mother's a pharmacist.

This book came for you.

"How to End Counterculture."

I don't know...

Ah, from the Guggenheim, two of the Villalta Perez.

-They're going to dedicate an anthology to him. -No, no, say no.

Those paintings are my only company.

I live with those paintings, Mercedes.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Hi.

Tell me.

Yes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm listening.

Hey, I gotta go. No... I can't talk anymore.

Hey, it's none of your business where I am.

Is something wrong?

No.

I'm separating from Luis.

I didn't know you had problems.

I didn't want to bother you.

The thing comes from afar and...

And now that I have to spend so much time at home,

he couldn't keep cheating on me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

So, if you don't mind, I'd like to keep taking care of your mail.

People like to be answered.

But it's always no.

Well, you should do something.

You have too much free time to think about your ailments.

Give your brain something to entertain it.

I would also like to do more things, Mercedes, but...

You could write.

You've got a lot of documents full of ideas to develop.

I'll make you a list.

I don't want to write if I can't shoot it later.

And you of all people know

I can't face a shoot under these conditions.

Without rolling, my life is meaningless.

But that's the way it is.

Call me, huh? Call me for whatever you need.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well...

Jacinta, you've left the beautiful cave.

Oh, and that light, my God, how wonderful.

Sometimes it rains.

Well, daughter, but don't be so selfish, Jacinta.

Rain is necessary. Think of the countryside, of the farmers...

-Well, it's also true. -Of course.

Well, Salvador. Let's see...

Ever since your mother told me you were a teacher at nine,

I thought, "This child must be for God."

He's always been ahead of his peers.

-Do you like to teach, Savior? -Yes.

-And would you like to study? -Yes, a lot.

Why is that? I don't know.

To know more and be able to teach more things.

All right, all right, all right.

All right, all right, all right. That's what I call vocation,

I'll talk to Father José María, and he'll take care of everything.

Thank you very much.

Salvador, next year you'll enter a seminar

to study high school.

Let's see how you behave. Not everyone gets a scholarship to study.

So the scholarship is safe now?

Yes, woman. Stay calm.

And you, let's see how you leave me. He thinks you're one of the chosen ones.

Well, I'm off, I still have a few visits to make.

-Don't you want a little more juice? -No, thank you very much. It was great.

Goodbye, Salvador.

How beautiful the whitewashed walls are, Jacinta. It's beautiful.

They're better, yeah.

If I tell you the truth, I envy you very much.

Me?

You live in catacombs, just like the ancient Christians.

Well, that's how we live.

Am I going to sew on Sunday?

Yes, I'll see you Sunday at home, daughter.

-Thank you very much. -You're welcome.

Oh, Mom.

-What, my love? -Is a seminar a place to be a priest?

Yeah. Can I make you a potato omelet that you like?

Handsome!

I don't want to be a priest!

You don't have to be.

Then why do you want me to go?

Well, because for the poor there's no other way to study!

That's why.

What do you want me to do?

Savior!

Savior!

Savior!

Watch out for that kid!

Savior!

Get down from there!

Get down!

I don't want to go to the seminary!

When you finish high school, you get out.

We'll figure out a way for you to make a career.

Don't look like your father...

I don't want to go to school! I want to stay here!

And what are you going to do here, son?

Huh? What are you going to do here? Kill yourself to work in the fields or on the construction site?

Is that what you want?

I don't want to be a priest.

Life displeases me like a useless medicine.

That is when I feel with clear visions

how easy it would be to get away from this tedium

if I had the simple strength to really want to keep it away.

Who is it?

It's me. It's me.

Go!

-If you don't leave, I'll call the police. -Alberto, I'm here to negotiate.

I give you the rights to interpret Addiction.

I don't believe you.

-Go away. I'm busy. - Truly.

Here's a copy of the text. Please, open up.

Whatever the trap, you're gonna get out of here more counterfeit than you already are.

What's the matter? Are you on hunger strike?

Do you still have the idea of making Cocteau in the Mirador room?

Yes, but I have many doubts.

The text is very nice, but it has remained old.

If you really give me The addiction, I get to full with it.

I'd have to inform the Mirador, of course.

There you go.

Why this change?

I turned the text around, like you told me, and...

I'll keep telling you if you buy me a cup of tea.

Oh, sure.

Anything else?

Yeah, I don't want to sign it. And don't say it's mine.

I don't want to show up anywhere.

All right. Will you lead me?

-No, no. -Man, that would help.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Give it to the theater,

to read it and judge if they're interested, but don't give my name.

-Then who is the author? -You.

Or we invent a pseudonym.

No, no, no! I sign it, I sign it.

But I don't understand you...

It's a confessional text.

-I don't want anyone to identify me. -[Alberto] Now.

Eh... About the staging,

I suggest an empty stage.

A screen. A chair, if you don't know what to do with your arms and hands.

I know exactly what to do with my arms and my hands.

After correcting it,

I recognize that the text has become a little melodramatic.

Don't worry, I also control melodrama.

My Mexican years will do me some good.

That's why I'm telling you. You have to run away from sentimentality.

Control the emotion.

Don't cry, actors take advantage of any pretext to cry.

It's not better to be an actor who cries,

but he who fights to hold back tears.

Let me give you a kiss, faggot.

Hey, I, if you don't mind, I'm gonna get to work now.

You, if you want to stay, you're at home.

By the way, I have a lot of '80s magazines.

You're in one of them, dressed like a woman.

You soon forget about that time.

Okay, but first invite me, go ahead, and give me the address of your dealer.

Tell him I'll go pick up the stuff myself.

It's not necessary. If they bring him home to you now, like Telepizza.

Lighter.

Here you go.

No. Not yet.

And that?

I'm lowering the dose, just enough to be able to work.

And you can do that?

How do you think I got here?

In and out.

It's slavery.

But this function is vital to me.

And I have to make it as clean as I can.

I don't want to lose an ounce of the emotion you've put into these pages.

Will you come and see me?

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

No, I don't think so.

This time I'm not doing Shakespeare, Chekhov or Lorca.

I make you.

If you do it wrong, I'll feel terrible.

And if you do it right, I'll feel a lot worse.

[Breathes deeply moved]

In the cinema of my childhood, it always smells like pee.

And jasmine.

And a summer breeze.

I met Marcelo in a toilet full of people.

It wasn't the first time I'd seen him.

But it was that night,

after touching us casually,

when I found out I liked that boy.

We spent the whole weekend in bed.

And when I wanted to realize,

a year had passed and we couldn't live without each other anymore.

It was 1981...

and Madrid was ours.

One day, I found Marcellus paler than usual.

Lately he had lost weight...

and it was very dark.

I asked him if he wasn't feeling well,

and he confessed to me that he had started fooling around with the horse.

I was surprised because I'd never taken it before.

He drank and snorted cocaine, like everybody else.

But never a horse.

I sensed it wasn't good and I didn't like it.

I was in the middle of a vortex. He wrote a nightly chronicle,

participated in musical programs, sang in a parodic punk group,

I was preparing my first movie.

I filmed it, it premiered, it was successful.

I wrote the second one, I rolled it.

I did a thousand things, I didn't sleep,

while Marcellus languished lying on the couch at home.

or locked in the bathroom

or out of home, somewhere I didn't know.

I spent the night coming and going from the window to the bed,

awaiting to hear door noise.

-Here are your tickets. -Thank you.

Madrid had become a difficult square,

as the bullfighters say.

So we traveled all the time,

anything to get out of Madrid.

The worst was the first few days.

While Marcellus recovered from the monkey, I took care of him and wrote.

I don't know how, but he wrote.

Marcellus was very young, the monkeys didn't last long. Three, four days...

Then we would throw ourselves into the street and enjoy ourselves as children.

I remember the Ivory Coast.

Dozens of young muscle members

washing clothes in the river on car tires.

The Havana Malecon, day or night.

Old Havana beating sweetly to the rhythm of percussions that do not cease.

I remember Mexico City.

Marcellus and I, drunks,

listening to Chavela Vargas singing "La noche de mi amor."

♪ I want ♪

♪ The joy of a boat returning ♪

Those trips, whose only reason was to flee Madrid,

to run away from the horse,

became my best school.

In those travels I found the inspiration

to write the stories that, years later, he would tell

and the colors that would illuminate them.

But we couldn't spend our lives traveling.

Sooner or later we had to go back to Madrid.

And Madrid was a minefield, a dead end.

I was desperate, I didn't know what to do.

Except repeat myself.

We both... repeated each other for three long years.

I believed that the strength of my love would overcome his addiction, but it did not.

Love is not enough.

Love may move mountains...

But it's not enough to save the person you love.

Under the whitewashed wall

where the films of my childhood were shown,

I prayed that nothing would happen to the protagonists.

But I didn't get it.

Not Natalie Wood or Marilyn.

Then I tried to save Marcellus and save myself.

If Marcellus was saved, he went away from me.

And as for me, I stayed in Madrid...

and the movies saved me.

Come on in.

Hello.

Good night. Good night.

Good night. Good night.

Come in, come in.

Do we know each other?

Yes.

I don't remember you.

Some time ago, when you were preparing Flavor with Salvador Mallo.

-I'm sorry, I don't remember. -We met two or three times.

I am Federico, the Marcelo of your monologue.

Did you like the show?

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

Like isn't the word. I was very impressed.

You were the one crying, weren't you?

Yeah, I guess so.

Have a seat.

I imagine you'll have some questions for me.

Savior lives?

How was the show today?

All right, all right, all right. Full.

Too bad the room's small.

It's better, that way you gain intimacy.

There was a very intimate spectator here today.

Who?

I'll tell you if you promise to come see me at the theater.

Who is that intimate spectator?

Federico.

-What Federico? -Alberto] Federico Delgado. Your Marcelo.

He came to see me in the dressing room.

Did you recognize the text?

Every word.

He asked for your phone number and address.

Haven't you told him anything else?

No.

I didn't say anything about the Chinese you smoke.

Thank you. One day I'll come to see you.

Already...

Savior?

Yes.

Is that you? I wouldn't have recognized you. I'm Federico.

Federico...

I'm in Madrid.

What are you doing here?

I came to see some lawyers for an inheritance.

I'm leaving tomorrow night. I'd like to see you.

Me too, but I was already in bed.

Do you mind if I see you tomorrow?

Are you doing well at noon? In the afternoon is the meeting with the lawyer.

Perfect, yes.

I didn't ask you how you were.

Oh, man.

Five years older than me, nor one more.

And how are you?

Ugh... It's better now. When I left the theater, I was devastated.

I've been to see Addiction.

And how did you know he was represented?

By chance.

I went for a walk through Ambassadors to take a walk down our street.

I was in front of our house.

-Of course, the theater is a little higher. -[Federico] Yes.

I came in to make time and because I remembered Alberto Crespo for your film.

And you suddenly found...

Yeah. All of a sudden.

I don't know how to apologize to you.

I didn't know how you felt, how much you'd suffered.

It was a good school.

How?

You don't have to ask for forgiveness.

I didn't do anything I didn't want to do, Federico.

Ah...

I tried to help you as much as I could.

And I appreciate it and I'd like to prove it to you someday.

Hey, look, I don't think I can fall asleep after this.

You give me 20 minutes to shower and get dressed and I'll meet you at my house?

Let's go. Yes.

Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah.

-I'm Federico. Will you open up? -Come on.

-It's been a long time, motherfucker! Come here. Come here. -Yes.

A long time.

Would you have recognized me if you saw me on the street?

I should have noticed, but yes.

The eyes are the same.

-Forgive me for waking you up. -No... Come on in.

Looks like a museum.

Everything I've earned, I've invested in this house and these paintings.

-Then I make you a tour. -Yes...

-What do you want to drink? -Anything.

Tequila?

-Yes. Tequila. -In honor of Chavela.

When you mention her in your monologue, I couldn't hold back the tears.

Well, come on.

Tequila for Chavela and to celebrate our meeting.

Yes.

I love your house.

Where do you live now?

In Buenos Aires.

In Buenos Aires you had an uncle...

Yeah. I went there in '85.

So soon?

Yes.

Shall I summarize now or after toasting?

Cheers.

Cheers.

Uh...

The summary.

After we split up, I stayed with my parents for a year.

At that time the horse routes did not pass through Argentina,

so I went there with my uncle and started working with him at his restaurant.

I couldn't take a horse because there wasn't one, so it was the best way to quit.

I met Lucrecia, my wife, we got married.

Now I have two older children, my own restaurant.

and in all these years I've only come back to Galicia to see my parents.

This is the first time I've ever set foot in Madrid.

As you say in your monologue, Madrid had become

in a difficult square for me, a minefield.

Too bad you lived here...

I needed Madrid.

I needed you, too, but not in those conditions.

"Love is not enough to save the person you love."

you say it in your monologue.

Let's not talk about the monologue, it's a very sad text.

I've been calmer when you say that, while you were taking care of me,

you continued to evolve as a writer and as a filmmaker.

Did you really feel that way?

You didn't interrupt anything, Federico.

On the contrary.

You filled my life like nothing or nobody... has done so far.

So you hadn't been back to Madrid since...

No. But I followed everything you did.

... And I was glad

when I recognized some scene clearly inspired by us.

Every movie you made was an event in my life.

and I was so proud that you were successful all over the world.

You're the only Spanish director my family knows.

Your new family...

Yes.

Do you know anything else?

You mean us?

Lucrecia, my wife... Bah, my ex-wife, we're splitting up.

Yes, I told him. He doesn't know it's you,

knows I was with a guy in Madrid for three years.

And I've also told one of my children, to cheer him up.

Eventually I'll tell him it's you.

He's a cinephile and I wouldn't forgive him if I didn't tell him.

Do you have a date now?

Yes.

What about you?

No.

Man or woman?

Woman.

My experience with men ended with you.

I don't know how to take it.

Take it as a compliment.

He's Mauro, he's the smallest.

And this is Federico. He's 22 now.

He looks a lot like you.

Yes. This is the one I've already told.

Very handsome, both of you.

You have to come to Buenos Aires.

You'll love the city and I'm sure you'll be inspired too.

I want you to meet my family,

that you come eat at the restaurant, that we get drunk together.

Well...

For old times' sake.

You want me to sleep over with you?

Of course I do, but we're going to close our story the way God intended.

We never cared about God.

and we can close our story just as well tomorrow morning.

In any case, I'm glad to see...

that you're still excited about me.

Same here. You're excited, too.

Yes, go away. Get out of here.

-Go away. -Yes, I'm going.

You're right, as always.

Well, remember, you promised to come visit me in Buenos Aires.

Have a nice trip.

Thank you so much for coming. I really do.

I'll call you to remind you.

Yes... Savior?

Mercedes, you okay?

Yes, yes, tell me.

Look, I'd like to go see Dr. Galindo as soon as possible.

-What did you take? -[Salvador] Nothing.

A simple anxiolytic, two hours ago, and a few shots of tequila.

And I'm gonna take my legal ration of pills.

crushed with liquid yogurt.

You want me to make an appointment with the digestologist?

Yes, as soon as possible.

All right.

-Come on, bye. -Goodbye. Kisses.

Savior Mallo?

Yes.

Come this way, please.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

-Good morning, doctor. - Good morning, come in.

Thank you so much for making room for us, Doctor.

You're welcome. Tell me, Salvador.

Back pains are crushing me.

Oxycodone does almost nothing to me.

Then we'll have to change your painkiller.

How come you didn't come before?

He was very low in spirits.

Yes. He's been very depressed.

And what have you done to control the pain?

I started taking heroin.

-And do you plan to continue drinking? -No. -No. That's why I'm here.

How often were you drinking?

Every two or three days.

In the end, every other day. Smoked in Chinese.

-And when was the last time you drank? -Before last night.

Am I going to have withdrawal?

A little, but with compassionate, controlled detox you won't suffer.

"Compassionate and controlled"?

Yeah, that's his name.

-Do you have someone to assist you? -Yes, yes. I'll be with him.

And how have you controlled this day and a half you haven't taken?

With anxiolytics and an iron will.

[Savior] You're going to need that will.

Your mind already knows the effect of heroin and it's something you don't forget.

Still with the Paxtibi for the head?

Yeah, and everything else.

For asthma, tension, insomnia... Yes.

But most of all, I need you to help me with my back pain.

and put a little order in everything I take.

Also with migraines.

Backaches and headaches... they totally paralyze me.

I get it. I get it.

Do you have a project, Salvador?

Yeah, improve my quality of life.

I mean work.

You could use a busy day.

Don't you miss him?

Not a day goes by that I don't think about it.

But the question is not whether or not I miss it.

Cinema is a very physical work

and, unfortunately, I'm in no condition.

Actually, that's my big problem.

There are people who are worse off than you and they come out ahead.

No, I know, I know.

But I haven't been able to.

My mother died four years ago.

Two years later I had back surgery.

I don't think I've recovered from one thing or the other yet.

I need help, doctor.

Okay. I'm gonna trade you Oxycodone for another opiate.

The idea of heroin will cross your mind.

You must be attentive.

I'm going to extend the recipes and now I'm going to explain the guidelines.

Mind if I go out in the hallway and move around a little bit?

-No, no, come out. -Salt.

Doctor, thank you very much.

You're welcome.

-Well, let's see... -There's something else, doctor.

Anything else?

Salvador chokes frequently.

An hour ago, when we were coming to the hospital,

just by drinking a little water I thought he was drowning.

The digestologist has done an endoscopy and...

And they've discovered a lump that presses against his esophagus.

That's why he chokes so easily and doesn't... We don't know what that lump is.

Does he know the result of the endoscopy?

No.

He's been sent a CAT scan to be more sure.

But the digestologist does not... Doesn't rule out a tumor.

What should I do?

Shall I tell him?

No, no, spare him at least two days of anguish.

and please call me with the CT results.

Oh, sure.

Mercedes, can you hand me this box, please?

Yes.

Thank you.

Salvador, I'm very excited that you've installed me.

in your mother's room.

Here's your snack.

Those renegade cupcakes don't even think about it.

They're integral.

One day you'll bring me a plate of alfalfa to eat.

because now they say it's good for the heart.

Aren't you going to drink your milk? You have to do for taking it.

Later.

Have a seat.

Hey... What are you doing? What are you doing?

Trying to untangle these rosaries.

Come on, I'll help you.

No, you don't.

Do you remember how you have to shroud me?

Yes, Mom, yes.

If we're in town, you call Petra, she's used to it.

And if I die here, I hope not, because I want to die in my bed,

Maya and Mercedes will give you a hand.

-Do we have to talk about this now? -Yes.

In the head...

half a blanket... because I'm a widow.

Let me help you. Come on, I'll help you.

Let's see.

So. And the habit of Jesus of Medinaceli, with his cord...

That's right, with your cord.

In your hands, you put a rosary on me.

You put this one on me, the old one.

The new one I want you to have.

-Wouldn't you rather I put the new one on? -No. -No.

I want to go barefoot.

If they tie my feet to bury me,

you untie them and say I asked you to.

Where I'm going... I want to go in very lightly.

Do you remember this pen?

-Of course. -Your father gave it to me.

With her I wrote all the letters when we were dating.

What about the wooden egg, Mom?

How much I must have darned with this egg!

Of all these things, it's the least valuable.

Then give it to me.

Here, you just inherited it.

I've been thinking about her a lot lately.

It's the first time I've heard you say

that you still haven't gotten over your mother's death.

I also think a lot about my childhood.

When I'm asleep, that's most of the time,

I always end up thinking about my mother when I was a kid.

But you've never talked about her or your childhood in your movies.

My mother didn't like it.

You think so?

He told me one of the last times he was in the hospital.

Your legs are so clean, Mom.

That's what I'm out to my family.

There are no varicose veins in my family.

What a pity, my son.

Why is that? I don't know.

You're not going to have a good old age.

What's up with that?

You've gone out to your father's family.

Of course, Mom, what things you have. Come on, tell me how you spent the night.

Regular.

I've been up all night with my neighbor Lola.

Here, in the room?

No, man, no, in dreams.

I've been dreaming about her all night.

I had just arrived in the village...

and I hear Lola knocking on my door,

as always when he heard me coming from Madrid.

Although it was a dream, I remembered that Lola was dead.

But I opened the door for her... and that's where I found her,

the same as always,

only it was a little transparent.

But I didn't get scared, did I, and I said:

"Lola, I guess you're not well

and you want me to do something,

but you have to tell me what and I promise I will."

"No, Jacinta, I'm fine," she replies.

"But how are you going to be all right," I said.

"If you were all right, you wouldn't show up."

"I appear to you... because my daughters are so scared."

"But how do you come to town in the cold?"

"I'm not hot or cold anymore."

he replied,

"and nowhere is it like home."

"You're absolutely right about that, my child," I said.

And what else?

Don't look like a narrator, huh?

No, no, I don't want you to put any of this in your movies.

I don't like my neighbors going out, I don't like autofiction.

What do you know about autofiction?

I heard you explain it in an interview.

My neighbors don't like it when you take them out.

They think you treat them like they're some kind of cat.

Oh, Mama, he says a few things...

If I can't treat them with more respect and devotion...

Every time I get a chance,

I'm talking about you and I say I've formed with you and the neighbors.

Everything... I owe it to you.

They don't like it.

Let's go for a walk, which hasn't moved today yet.

I didn't move because I had nowhere to go.

-Now he's got somewhere to go. Let's go. Let's go, let's go, let's go. -Where?

To the corridor.

That's it.

You haven't been a good son, my son.

You don't?

No.

You didn't forgive me for recommending you to Paterna's Blessed.

And I think you took revenge for that.

I didn't want you to go to the seminary either, but we were poor.

It's true I didn't want to go,

but I'd like to take revenge on you... How can you think that!

After high school, you didn't have time to go to Madrid.

And when your father died,

I told you if you wanted me to move in with you.

You drained the bundle,

you said you had a life that... it wasn't to share with me.

And it was true, but not as you understood it.

I understood it perfectly.

I'm very bad at rowing, but my head is great.

When I wasn't traveling, I was rolling.

You wouldn't have endured the loneliness of a flat in Madrid,

that wasn't life for you.

I would have taken care of you.

I would have adapted as I have adapted to so many things.

But you didn't want to... and that hurt.

Mom...

I'm so sorry I was never the son you wanted.

When you said, "Who did this kid go out to?"

you didn't exactly say it with pride.

And I could tell.

I have failed you simply because I am who I am.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

Pass me the San Antonio.

Here you go.

Tonight I'll pray for you.

Thank you very much.

-Savior... -Yes...

I have brought you into this world...

and I've gone out of my way to get you through.

I know, Mom.

Take me to the village.

This is my one and only wish.

All right, all right, all right.

We'll go to town, you and me,

and Maya, to make the haciendas of the house.

I'll take care of you day and night.

I won't let you down this time, Mom.

But I couldn't keep my promise.

The next day I had to put her back in the hospital.

You did everything you could.

Yes.

But she wanted to die in the village...

and I had promised to take her.

Poor thing died...

in the ICU of a hospital, alone.

You're invited to give a lecture in Iceland. Well paid.

I don't understand how I can like Iceland so much.

I don't either.

And this is from a small gallery, but I didn't throw it away.

I think the drawing's nice.

Salvador Mallo?

-Yes. - It can happen.

Sit down here slowly.

The same time I bring your legs up, you turn your body and lie down.

Thank you.

Hey, when's your mom coming?

At lunchtime.

When she's going to sew to the Blessed's house, she stays there all morning.

Let's see.

Now, Salvador, don't move. Stay there.

Can you take the book with both hands?

Like this.

Let's see, raise your head.

What do you think of that?

It's very nice.

I still have to finish it. I'll take it home and finish it.

Yes.

Hey, do you mind if I wash a little? Look how I'm doing.

Yeah, I'll get the bar of soap.

-Take. -Thank you.

Savior! Can you get me a towel?

I'm coming, Eduardo.

You're on fire.

You must have had some sunstroke.

Savior! What happened?

I think he's had too much sun.

I was reading.

Didn't you realize you were getting the sun,

that you're on fire?

-I didn't notice. -What about you?

I've finished setting the tiles.

and, since he fainted, I brought him here.

You fainted?

A little. I lost my head.

Oh, my God...

Stay here, I'll get a cloth with vinegar.

What about your father at the bar?

Yes.

Well, he told me he'd stay home!

And what's this bucket doing here?

I washed a little.

You couldn't wait till you got home?

It's hard for me to carry the water here, hey.

It was just so dirty. I'll bring him a bucket and dry the floor.

No, bring me the water. I'll dry it.

The tiles are beautiful!

Yes, very nice. Thank you.

I'll get the water.

First of all, I want to reassure you. There is no tumor.

That's totally out of the question.

Well, there's something wrong with me, because I'm choking on purées.

Yeah, what's wrong with you, that disguise, it's due to Forestier's syndrome.

You'll see it clearer here.

See this white part next to the vertebra?

It's an osteophyte, an ossification.

Here you can see the esophagus, displaced by that ossification.

There is practically no room for food, even liquids.

That's why you choke.

Why has that bone grown so much in there?

Forestier syndrome is a rare disease

and the causes of it are not known.

We know it affects tendons, ligaments and joint capsules,

that calcify without us knowing why.

In your case, the anterior ligament of the cervical spine has been calcified.

-And can anything be done? -A surgery.

You've got to get rid of that calcification as much as possible.

But don't worry, it's not a risky operation.

You'll be better informed by the digestologist and the surgeon who operates on you.

-All right. -Thank you.

-Ok?. -Hello.

Are you interested in watercolour?

Yes, I'd like to buy it. Who's the author?

It's anonymous, almost all the works are unsigned.

-How did you get here? -I bought it at Els Encants in Barcelona.

It's one of my favorite plays.

So you have no idea who the author is?

There's something written on the back.

But they're all anonymous artists.

who probably don't even know they're artists.

"Dear Salvador:

I send the drawing to your house because I don't have the school address.

I'm glad I can write.

You taught me and I'm very grateful.

I'm already working in Conchita's uncle's shop and I'm good at numbers.

All thanks to you.

We live well here, but I miss life in the caves.

Y to you especially.

Every time I write, I think in your hand directing mine.

I'm sure you're learning a lot at school,

and watch a lot of movies.

I give you my Bilbao address.

A see if you write me and tell me.

Your student. Eduardo".

Salvador, you should start getting dressed in half an hour.

Let me know a little before.

What do you think happened to the drawing?

Eduardo sent it to Paterna, my mother would receive it.

I was already at the priests' school and he didn't send it to me or tell me about it.

Are you going to try and find him?

Eduardo?

Now it's easier with Google or going back to Paterna and asking.

Fifty years later?

It's a good argument for a story, and maybe I'll write it,

but looking for it would be crazy.

How would the drawing get to the Rastro de Barcelona?

I have no idea. By chance.

The important thing is that the drawing has reached its addressee.

Savior... What's up?

We're going to change our bed a little bit at a time.

Slowly. All right, head here.

Yes.

I have to unbutton him here a little bit, okay?

-All right. -And I'm going to put some stickers on it.

What's up, Salvador?

Hello, Doctor.

I heard about that. No wonder you couldn't swallow.

But don't worry, we'll take that away from you right away.

Doctor...

Tell me.

I've written again.

Oh, is that so? That's good news.

Yes.

I'm so glad, Salvador.

And what is it, drama or comedy?

But don't worry, it's not a risky operation.

You'll be better informed by the digestologist and the surgeon who operates on you.

-All right. -Thank you.

-Good. -Hello.

Are you interested in watercolour?

Yes, I'd like to buy it. Who's the author?

It's anonymous, almost all the works are unsigned.

-How did you get here? -I bought it at Els Encants in Barcelona.

It's one of my favorite plays.

So you have no idea who the author is?

There's something written on the back.

But they're all anonymous artists.

who probably don't even know they're artists.

"Dear Salvador:

I send the drawing to your house because I don't have the school address.

I'm glad I can write.

You taught me and I'm very grateful.

I'm already working in Conchita's uncle's shop and I'm good at numbers.

All thanks to you.

We live well here, but I miss life in the caves.

Y to you especially.

Every time I write, I think in your hand directing mine.

I'm sure you're learning a lot at school,

and watch a lot of movies.

I give you my Bilbao address.

And see if you write me and tell me.

Your student. Eduardo".

Salvador, you should start getting dressed in half an hour.

Let me know a little before.

What do you think happened to the drawing?

Eduardo sent it to Paterna, my mother would receive it.

I was already at the priests' school and he didn't send it to me or tell me about it.

Are you going to try and find him?

Eduardo?

Now it's much easier with Google or going back to Paterna and asking.

Fifty years later?

It's a good argument for a story, and maybe I'll write it,

but looking for it would be crazy.

How would the drawing get to the Rastro de Barcelona?

I have no idea. By chance.

The important thing is that the drawing has reached its addressee.

Savior... What's up?

We're going to change our bed a little bit at a time.

Slowly. All right, head here.

Yes.

I have to unbutton you here a little bit, okay?

-All right. -And I'm going to put some stickers on you.

What's up, Salvador?

Hello, Doctor.

I heard about that. No wonder you couldn't swallow.

But don't worry, we'll take that away from you right away.

Doctor...

Tell me.

I've written again.

Oh, is that so? That's good news.

Yes.

I'm so glad, Salvador.

And what is it, drama or comedy?

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

It is still an unknown.

Mom...

Mum?

Do you think there'll be a movie theater in Paterna?

If we have a house, I'll settle for it, my son.

-Cut. -We've cut.

38-5, first. Tail-slate.