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Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Wolfgang, honey, here you are.

That's great. But we don't know who these people are.

Come on, let's go.

You can't just walk around.

I've been looking for you.

Thanks.

- I'm sorry for your loss, Matilde. - Thank you.

Look how many people came.

Wolfgang, honey, sit here.

Listen.

I must talk to the people in charge of all this.

Wait for me here, OK?

Wolfgang, are you OK?

Alright...

Hello, Joana.

- Hello, how are you? - Hanging there.

What about the kid?

ATTENDEES AT THE FUNERAL ALIVE PEOPLE: 63

Hello, kid. How are you?

Do you know that when good people die they become stars?

Now, when you look at the sky at night,

you'll see that one of these stars has become your mother.

- She'll protect you. - My mum isn't dead yet.

- What? - If we take into account

that skin cells can take up to 24 hours to die

and my mum has allegedly passed away

exactly 22 hours, 12 minutes and 15 seconds ago,

there's an eighth part of her which is still here, fighting for existing.

Grab whatever you want to take, important things for now.

Next week the moving truck will come and we'll take everything else.

The piano.

If you can put it into your bag, we'll take it.

Come on, go to your room.

Go. Just important things.

Grandma, why did mum go to Paris to study piano?

Why? Because she was young. She wanted to leave Barcelona

- and there's a great school there. - The Grimald Academy.

- I want to study there too. - You're still a kid, Wolfgang.

In some years, when you're ready,

- I'm sure you'll study there. - Studying piano at Grimald Academy

must be like studying Biotechnology at MIT.

I'm sure mum would have loved that I studied there.

Listen.

I wanted to talk to you.

Now that your mum isn't here, there will be important changes.

Unexpected changes. That doesn't mean they're bad.

- If they're not bad, they're good. - Exactly.

Your mother, thinking what could be best for you,

- decided that the only option... - That's an oxymoron.

- What? - "Only option", an oxymoron.

Two opposite words in one sentence that create a new meaning.

Very good, honey.

- What I was saying is that your mum... - Like "sad joy",

"liquid gas."

I think they're absurd.

Oxymorons are absurd. I got it.

- What I was saying... - "Living dead."

- "A little bit of everything." - Wolfgang!

What I'm trying to say is that, from now on,

you'll move with your father.

It will be in a few weeks' time.

I know you didn't expect this.

Believe me when I say I'm surprised too.

- My father? - Yes.

He's called Carles. Even if you don't know him...

But I have no father.

Don't worry. Go back to beat 81.

Don't worry. Continue.

E - D.

E - D.

Alright.

Good job, Wolfgang. We're done. Let's leave it here.

It's alright if it was a bit more difficult today.

It's normal. Music isn't a maths problem.

Music is feelings. If you're sad, tired or angry,

people can tell. And that's OK.

Wolfgang, don't worry.

We won't live far away, I'll come to see you often.

You'll have lunch every Sunday at my house.

I'll make you the yogurt cake you like.

We'll keep having our lessons here.

Every Tuesday and Thursday. We've discussed it, right?

Everything will be OK.

See you next week?

Great, kid. Goodbye.

I'll walk you out.

How did you see him?

- Nervous. - Right.

He needs time. It's a lot. This is a complete change in his routine.

This is a challenge.

I don't know if this is a good idea.

- It's what Ingrid wanted. - Sure...

At his age, having a dad figure will be good for him.

You'll be present too, Matilde.

I don't know.

We were fine as we were.

I don't know why Ingrid made this decision.

Poor kid. This is just what he needed to fall into the well.

No, no. You'll see it's not that horrible.

After all that's happened, you need to rest too.

Take care of yourself.

- I don't know. - Yes.

We'll try.

I wish you're right.

You'll see I am.

Thanks.

Where's this well?

- What well? - The well I'll fall into.

I heard you say: "Poor kid. This is just what he needed to fall into the well."

You don't have to take everything so literal.

You said I'd fall into a well.

It's a way of speaking. Like saying:

"I'm dying to see you", but it doesn't mean you're dying.

- It does to me. - We've discussed this many times.

I still don't understand why you said I'd fall into a well.

Where's the well?

You're so smart, but I must explain you everything.

You shouldn't listen to grown-ups talking...

He's there, hidden under the table.

- Doesn't he want to come out? - No.

Listen, Matilde. Maybe this isn't a good time.

It's best to do these things well, without rushing over.

- I could come back some other day. - It will never be the right time.

Wolfgang, come here. Carles wants to meet you.

Are you down there? Are you playing hide-and-seek?

Wolfgang, don't make this harder.

Whenever you want, come here. I've brought you a gift.

Come on, I'll break my back. Come on.

Let me.

Hi there. So? Do you want this or not?

Your grandma told me you'd love it.

Didn't you tell me he loves Lego?

He played with those when he was two.

He's building a replica of the International Space Station.

Luckily I've kept the receipt.

We can change this for something you like.

Come on, Wolfgang. Enough.

You'll live with Carles no matter what.

- Got it? - No.

Well, you have to.

Why?

Because that's what mum decided.

Come on. Come here.

Hello, Wolfgang. I'm Carles.

Do I really have to move with this man?

Are booster seats expensive?

They're not expensive, they're mandatory.

So opportunistic... We'll buy one today, huh?

What do you think, Wolfgang? You can pick it yourself.

My manager. Excuse me, it must be something important.

I'm an option for several projects.

- Are you still an actor? - Yes, of course.

Paco! Paquito, what's up?

- Motherfucker! How are you? - No, Paco...

Paco, I'm not alone. Listen. What did they say?

I just want good news.

Do you want me to tell you?

- Yes, what did they say? - That you're the fucking best!

Paco, don't exaggerate it. I know you.

They literally said: "This guy is the fucking best."

They also said: "The director prefers Carlos Cuevas."

If he didn't exist, the role would be yours.

They told me like that.

Darn Cuevas, dude.

He gets everything. The bastard's very lucky.

He has all the roles.

Listen, Paco, I'm here with... I'm driving.

- OK. Alright. Cheer up. - I'll call you later.

It's all going well.

It's a very quiet area. Two years ago some friends lent it to me.

Well, I have a deal with them. It doesn't look like it, but...

It's one of those flats you want to keep. It's beautiful.

These flats at l'Eixample are normally very grey,

but you enter here and go: "Hey, what's going on?"

Wait, now it comes the best part.

Come in.

Private garden. Cute, isn't it?

- It's a bit messy, isn't it? - Is it?

Maybe a bit, but this way he can play with a ball and break anything.

We'll play here, right?

I don't like sport.

So this is my flat. Yours too from now on, Wolfgang.

Yes, yes... "Hospice."

First movie and, boom, nominated to a Gaudí for "best supporting actor".

I remember. It's from a few years ago, right?

Did you win?

No. That's a lottery... There are interests behind...

One thing leads to another... and now I'm doing a daily series on TV.

- How will you do with the kid? - No problem.

I've talked to them. They'll change my schedule.

If it's impossible some day, I'll find a plan B.

Where's my room?

Here, but don't you want to see the flat first?

There's no need.

There's stuff missing,

but I thought you'd want to have what you had in yours.

- Bye, Wolfgang... - Wait. I'll leave...

That went well, right?

Remember to bring him to my house on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

He has an appointment with Mia, her psychologist and piano teacher.

Wow, two for one.

- Are you leaving? - Yes.

Wait. Don't you want to have dinner? We can watch a movie or play Uno.

You'll be alone with him eventually.

Will you be able? Or do you need ten more years? Bye.

Hello...

How are you? How's it going? Do you need anything?

Wow!

You're an order master, huh?

Look. You even have a laptop.

"Useless things list:

taking naps, reading novels, hugging and kissing..."

You're right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't have to grab your things.

Cool, huh?

That... Right?

The Milky Way I've built for you.

That doesn't look like the Milky Way.

Well...

The bellow-100 could never understand.

Bellow what? What have you said?

- I want to have dinner. - You want to have dinner?

Now? But it's only six p.m.

I had dinner at six with mum.

Alright. We can have dinner, of course. Look. I have...

I have pasta.

With sauces. I have many sauces, though. We can choose the one you like the most.

- I like them all. - Today's Tuesday.

On Tuesdays we have vegetable lasagna.

Vegetable lasagna?

There's also vegetable lasagna, sure...

Here it is! According to the reviews, the best lasagna in Barcelona!

We can try to cook one some other day, right?

The character I do in the series is a cook.

Well, a cook... I prepare sandwiches and some tapas, but...

- What's wrong? - I'm not hungry anymore.

But it's Tuesday. It's what you wanted.

It's OK if you're not hungry.

I mean...

Right.

It's normal. This is a difficult time.

All that's happened with your mum... This is a new situation for us two and...

And now...

We'll have to make an effort so as to live together.

I want to go back to my house.

Right...

Now this is your house.

No, it's not.

I know it's not yet, but step by step...

I don't want to live here nor with you.

You can't cook, you curse and you have a ridiculous job.

I don't get why mum wanted me to live with a below-100 like you.

Again with "below-100."

USELESS THINGS LIST

A FATHER

MUM VIDEOS

MUM'S REHEARSAL

There is dust in my head.

Are residuals of my complaints.

And I can not move from here.

The couch is a battle.

Absorbs what it keeps quiet.

And I can not move from here.

It's a genius who figures it out.

There is no medicine.

It is a quiet bullet.

Drowned in the shadows.

Sit down.

And then you arrive.

And it is all light.

So natural.

And it is all light.

GRIMALD ACADEMY

GRIMALD ACADEMY COLLEGE SCHOOL OF MUSIC

My piano.

Your piano is at grandma's house.

I need my piano. I need to practice.

I know. You practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays with Mia at your grandma's.

No. I need it now.

Hold on. What are you doing? Where are you going?

- I'm looking for it. - You can't go on your own.

We must call a moving company...

- I need it now. - But...

- I need it now. - It's too late. It's impossible.

- Don't touch me! - Alright!

- Two, three, five, seven. - What are you doing?

- 11, 13, 17, 19. - Look at me!

- 23, 29, 31... - I'll bring your piano, OK?

- 37, 41... - Look! I'll bring your piano, OK?

- I'll go get the piano. - 53, 59.

- 61, 67... - Alright.

Alright.

Turn 90 degrees.

Now go straight. Careful!

You're OK, right?

- No wonder, I'm carrying all the weight. - He could play the flute.

Stop, stop. Here.

Open the lid.

- This? - This one.

Here. Alright.

Yes.

- This one too. - This one too?

You'll be left with nothing.

It doesn't look bad.

A piano always gives class to a house.

No. It's not well placed.

Move it a little bit...

over there.

Here?

Come on, Paco. Let's do it.

No. It must be there. Notes reverberate.

I hear it well enough.

You have no hearing.

I need it...

- here. - No, no.

That can't be. We won't see the TV.

So?

Great now.

Great now? Great now.

OK, then get to sleep.

No. I'll get the scores.

No, no... It's very late.

Bring me a beer, come on.

I love opera a lot, but I wouldn't name my son Pavarotti.

Well, she was crazy about piano.

You should have heard her play.

It's so sad.

Hide that, man. He could see it.

Shit, things have changed a lot.

Now that you're a father...

- Do you know how he called me before? - No. How?

"Bellow-100."

Bellow-100? What does that mean?

"Silly" or "stupid", I guess.

When I told him I wasn't bringing him the piano, he got...

He was so nervous he started saying random numbers.

Numbers how? Like from a telephone number?

No, no.

They were numbers... I don't know.

Prime numbers I guess. I think it was so as to calm down.

My kids watch Netflix and they relax immediately.

He's not like other kids.

He's diagnosed with ASD, you know?

Autism Spectrum Disorder. Asperger's.

ASD, ADD, OCD...

Every kid gets diagnosed with these things now.

As much as he has Asperger's,

how will you explain that you haven't taken care of him all this time?

- It's not like that. - Well...

No, Paco, no... Ingrid wanted it this way.

I was a boy, I was somewhere else.

You had the same age as me when I had my first son.

You are you and I am me.

That's true, right.

I wasn't ready. It's different now.

Ingrid called me. We've been talking after all these years.

I'm his father. It's what I have to do, that's it.

- Very well. - Of course.

Tell that to Amadeus, I'm sure he'll understand perfectly.

You're so stupid.

Super late. I have to go.

If I'm lucky, my kids will be asleep when I get home.

Father of the year you are, huh?

You'll see.

Important, Bayona is casting for his upcoming movie.

Bayona? Paco, you can't tell me this now.

He's asking for self-tapes to actors in their 30s.

Many women tell me I look younger.

I'm sure they do.

- They need it by tomorrow. - Not tomorrow!

I must take the kid to school and I have a shooting at TV. What can I do?

If you can't do it, don't do it. But it's Bayona...

I can be his manager.

We'll bring him to "Factor X" or this kind of shows. He'd kill it.

Damn! You scared me. Why are you up already?

We'll be late for school. School starts at 8:30 a.m.

At 8:30? Don't you start at 9, like every other school?

Not mine.

Why didn't your grandma tell me?

You don't drink coffee, do you?

Wow! You're so lucky. Your dad bought you chocolate as a snack.

At my son's school, only sugar-free rice cookies are allowed.

He's not my dad.

- No... - What did you say?

- This man isn't my dad. - Well...

- I met him yesterday. - That's not true.

Well, technically, I did meet him yesterday, but...

I was forced to live with him. He can't cook.

- He wakes up late. - Look! That's our stop.

Come on, let's get down. Say bye.

He's also an actor.

We've left behind the integration model, and we're focused on an inclusion one.

It's not about the students adapting to the education system,

but it's rather us who adapt to the students' diversity.

We must understand the needs of students with double exceptionality,

like Wolfgang's case, so as to fulfil them.

Teaching, besides intelligence, enthusiasm, and passion,

also requires sensitivity, creativity and patience.

They're quite tall. It looks like a basketball team.

Of course. He's two courses ahead of his.

Yes, sure. That's why I said...

When we run the intelligence tests, his IQ result was 152.

Bear in mind that you or me probably don't have over 95 or 100.

Intellectually, Wolfgang is above his classmates,

but on an emotional and social level, he still has work to do.

Having a gifted student with autism is a challenge for teachers and relatives.

That's why it is important that we all see the situation in the same way.

And that the efforts made at school and home go in the same direction.

Hello, I am Carles Gomis.

I am from Barcelona, and, well, I hope that...

- you like my video. - Hi, Carles.

- We hadn't seen each other in days. - That's true.

We should tell the script writers to write us more scenes together.

Yes.

I hope it doesn't get late because... I must pick up my son from school.

- Are you a dad? - I am.

- Since when? - Ten years already.

Wow!

I didn't know you had a son.

- Did you keep him at a basement? - No. No...

Life... Life is full of surprises. It's complicated, you know?

He is... He is a gifted kid, yes.

- Wow. - No, don't think it's easy because...

- Right. - Managing it is very...

That's why I don't talk about it.

It's still weird that you had never mentioned it.

- Is it? - You're done, Patri.

- Thanks, Carol. - See you tomorrow.

I must go. I have a fitting for Pascual's new movie.

- Oh, wow. Congratulations. - Yes.

Pascual, huh? Is he still making movies?

Isn't he like 150 years old?

I am so happy. Cinema is so different from TV.

- I mean, starting with the rhythm... - The rhythm.

- Scripts. Scripts are amazing. - Right.

Pascual is the best. Working with him is amazing.

What about you? Are you working on something?

- I am. Yes. - Are you?

I am... I am...

I am in negotiations... It's a fire project.

- I can't say anything. - Hold on.

- Yes. - OK.

Yes? One moment.

I have to go. Why don't we meet some day and...

- you tell me about this fire project... - OK.

...and about this new son?

- Done. - Alright.

- Bye. - Bye.

Bye, Carol.

- Good morning, Félix. Same as always? - Yes. Thanks, Pere.

- Bring it to the table. - Right now.

Carmina...

We need to talk.

- OK. Cut. Cut! - Cut!

- Sorry. Sorry. My turn. - What the hell is going on?

I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong today.

Are you sure it wasn't your turn?

I only listen and cry. The monologue is all yours.

- Can I have the script? - Coming!

Ramoneda, do you know it or not?

Don't make us waste time. We have six sequences to film.

If I don't have my glasses, I can't read shit.

- Silence, please! - You make me film

- ten sequences a day and I just can't! - Dafnis.

- Yes? - Just one thing...

How long do you think it will take?

- Until we finish? - Sure.

I don't know, ask Ramoneda. Two hours at least.

Two hours? No, I have to go. I have to pick up my son, you know?

From school.

- What do you want me to do? - Well... You could...

You could film my scenes first, right?

- That way, I... - Sure.

You see?

You know what, Carles?

I must film a three-pages-long monologue of Ramoneda

where he tells Carmina that they must break up, you know?

- Because she may be his sister. - Right, but...

Ramoneda, you've seen, doesn't know his lines.

What are you saying? I have more problems than you.

- Yes, but... - Go. Go.

What? What?

My sister? And you're telling me now?

But I'm twice her age.

Who the hell wrote this?

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was at a shooting, I couldn't leave.

How are you, Wolfgang? Sorry, this won't happen again.

- It happens to everyone. - Thanks.

We've had the first rehearsal for the end of course festival.

- Right? - Wow!

- Wolfgang is an excellent pianist. - He really is. We're a family of artists.

- Wait! - Goodbye, Wolfgang.

Thanks again.

I feel bad for arriving late.

It's not such a big deal, right?

Do you know how many times my dad was late?

None. Do you know why?

He never picked me up. Let's not make a drama out of this.

CARLOS CUEVAS "A FEW MORE MINUTES"

MUM VIDEOS

BEACH

Look!

There's a note there.

Another one next to it. Can you see?

And a quaver.

They're just clouds, Mum.

What? It's a symphony!

- What are you doing? - Bathing, come here!

Mum, wait!

NEW E-MAIL GRIMALD ACADEMY

CONGRATULATIONS, YOU'VE BEEN SELECTED

SO AS TO TAKE PART IN THE ADMISSION EXAMS

AT GRIMALD ACADEMY WHICH WILL TAKE PLACE

IN PARIS ON JUNE 10TH AT 10 A.M.

GRIMALD ACADEMY EXAM

BORING THINGS THAT CARLES SUGGESTED LIST:

GOING TO THE THEATRE, PLAYING FOOTBALL, CYCLING

TIMETABLE BARCELONA - PARIS

- So... goodbye. - Bye.

Paco, what's up?

From the movie?

They liked it?

Sure, whenever they say.

How can we do it? Yes, perfect.

Send me the script and I'll prepare it.

Did they tell you when?

Yes...

I can imagine.

I just have to organize myself with the kid, but it's perfect.

Yes... No, I'm more than ready, Paco.

OK, OK... Bye, dude.

Look. That must be Mia.

Hello, Wolfgang.

Sure, I'll leave you alone. I have work to do too.

Casting.

It's confidential. Anyway...

I want to practise this Bach piece.

You went straight for it. Let's see...

- How's school? - I'm bored.

Kids at my class only discuss useless things.

Wolfgang, empathy. We've said this many times.

The music teacher congratulated me today.

That's great.

I've played bad on purpose

and she said that she had never heard anyone playing that well.

Right...

How's it going with Carles?

Do you know that 100 kids try to enter Grimald Academy every year?

Only tens get selected.

My mum studied in that academy.

Why didn't she become a professional pianist?

She was very good.

It's not about being good. Sometimes it's about finding the right time.

I want to be as good as her. Or better.

COURGETTE SOUP

10 gram of butter, 40 gram of cheese and two courgettes.

What's chef Carles Gomis cooking today?

- Mia! Have you finished? - Yes, he's in his room.

If you want to stay for dinner, there's courgette soup and omelette today.

Thursdays' menu.

Routines are very important for Wolfgang.

- How are you doing? - Great, really. Just great.

We're getting to know each other.

Right... I think he was a bit uneasy.

- Have you talked to him? - Yes.

- Yes. - Yes. A lot.

- About what? - His mother. About his mother's death.

About that too. Sure.

Do you think I should do it again?

Carles, kids need to understand and name the things that hurt them.

I understand it's hard for Matilde talking about her daughter's death,

so I thought that you being his father...

Of course. Yes, yes. Talking about Ingrid. Noted.

Traumas must come to light in order to overcome them.

And Wolfgang needs that so as to continue with his life

in a healthy and quiet way.

Dinner is burning.

Damn! Thanks, Mia.

- See you on Tuesday, right? - Right.

Wolfgang, are you sleeping?

Asking someone who's sleeping if they're sleeping is stupid.

Maybe, when this is all over,

we can meet again.

Wow...

- What? - Excellent.

- Great. You got it. - Sure?

I swear. You can relax about the casting.

Maybe we can improve the second part.

- No way. - When...

No, you've got the second part perfect.

- Yes? For real? - Yes. Don't change it.

Perfect. Thanks, Patri. Thanks, you've helped me a lot.

- Just one thing. - Sure. Tell me.

You could invite me to some wine, right?

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A PARIS GUIDE, A BACH SCORE HEADPHONES, A TRAIN TICKET

FROM: BARCELONA TO: PARIS

TICKETS AND TIMETABLES

ONE TRAVELLER, PARIS

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PAY BY CREDIT CARD

He's sleeping. If you scream like this, he'll wake up.

I'll be quiet.

- It's fine if he's sleeping. - It's fine?

Alright, alright.

Wolfgang! Wolfgang!

Wolfgang!

She is... She is Patricia.

She's a friend.

- Were you copulating? - No.

No. We were... We were rehearsing. Yes.

- Some script. - Some script.

- Have you ejaculated? - What?

It's proven that regular sexual activity

- helps neurogenesis. - Sure, right...

It also improves your cognitive function. That's why I asked if you've ejaculated.

- No. Not yet. - No.

Then keep going, you need it.

I hate the beach.

We'll have fun, you'll see.

It's full of noise, flying objects and kids.

I remind you that you're a kid too.

OK. I know what to do, OK? Let's play some music.

I don't have Mozart or similar, but we will find something you like.

It's good you know my taste too.

- Look at the road! - Yes, I'm looking.

I'm looking for...

Oh, look! I know what I'm going to play.

There's a song here that brings back so many memories.

You'll see. You'll love it.

Listen, listen.

Are you listening to the guitar? Slowly.

You may think: "It's not that great." Just wait. Now.

Hands on the wheel. That's dangerous.

OK, OK!

And now wait.

There's a piano too, you see?

Two chords, but... Wait.

Now. Listen.

I don't like it.

I knew you'd like it. I told you.

I don't like it!

I've got auditory hypersensitivity and this is too loud.

- Now it sounds again. Listen. - Where are them?

Where are them?

What a great song!

I left my headphones.

Do you know who loved this song? Your mother.

What? My mum?

No, no! Turn it off, turn it off!

Enough! Two, three, five, seven.

11, 13, 17, 19, 23,

- 29, 31, 37... - I'll turn it off.

- 41, 43, 47... - It's alright.

- It's alright, OK? It's alright. - 53, 59, 61, 67...

It's alright.

Do you feel better?

I do.

Are you looking for shapes on the sky?

No.

My mum saw notes on the clouds.

After a while, she could find a whole symphony.

I know.

What about you? Can you see them too?

No.

I just see clouds.

Me too.

Or not, hold on. There's a turtle there. Can you see it?

Look, that cloud there would be the shell. Can you see it?

- That's no turtle. - That is clearly a turtle. Look.

The shell, the tail and the legs. Can you see?

- It's not a turtle. - It is... How many turtles have you seen?

Hey!

Well, I see it.

Wolfgang, are you sure you don't want to have a bath?

Have you seen Pau and Ona playing?

- Don't you want to go with them? - I don't feel like it.

Let him alone. If he doesn't want to, it's fine.

- He'll get too hot dressed like that. - No, no.

When his dad becomes an international star

and they travel to Seychelles, he'll have a bath. Right, buddy?

I'm thinking in going into the water. Will you come with me?

- Well, I'm going. - Great.

- What are you reading? - Nothing.

- Come on, show us. - No, you'll get it dirty.

Don't step on my towel. It's getting covered in sand.

- Now! - Yes!

- What are you doing? Let me go! - Pau, Ona, don't be animals.

- It's fine. Let's play. - What are you doing?

- Wait, wait! - Let them wet him! He'll have fun.

- One, two, three! - No!

Wolfgang!

Are you OK?

- What happened? - Carles, is he OK?

How do you feel? Better?

I want to go to grandma's.

Check.

I've just killed your queen. You're distracted.

- You're right, I'm distracted. - Protect the king, but look at the tower.

How's it going with Carles?

- He can't play chess. - I haven't asked you that.

He can't cook. He doesn't make his bed.

He's reckless when driving.

He makes noises when he copulates and he's always late.

Your turn.

But you're fine, aren't you?

He took me to the beach today and I almost drowned.

- What? - It's OK, grandma.

Soon I won't see him again.

I'll do the access exam to Grimald Academy

and I'll become the best pianist in the world.

Checkmate! I told you to watch your tower.

Excuse me. Is Carles Gomis around?

- Gomis? There. - Thanks.

Silence, please.

Hold on a moment.

Get on your marks, we're about to start.

- Why are you here? - Did the kid drown?

- What's going on? -They were just playing.

- Were they? - Two minutes!

My grandson tells me things, and I remind you he can't lie.

- You didn't tell me he can't swim either. - He can swim!

- Really? - Since he was a kid!

So... It was very weird.

No, you're weird.

Have you talked to him about his mum? About his mum's death?

He's a kid. There's no need to rub salt in the wound.

- Carles! On your mark. - Coming!

Traumas must be discussed, Matilde, because...

Kids must light up, I mean, life must have health and joy.

- What are you saying? - Mia told me.

Maybe with different words, but she said we must talk about it.

I know Wolfgang better than anyone, there's nothing to talk about.

He's got enough on his plate.

In what moment did my daughter think of you...?

- I am his dad. - Are you? You're his dad now?

You are now?

- Carles! On your mark, please. - Coming.

Bye, Matilde, thanks for your support.

You're not a dad just because you have a son, Carles!

You must earn that.

Alright, let's shoot!

Come on.

How are you? Alright?

- I have a surprise for you. - I don't like surprises.

Specially coming from you.

I got that. No more jokes.

But I'm pretty sure you'll like this.

Let's go!

Go? Where?

She's only 17

and she entered the Moscow Conservatory when she was five.

Did she?

- Look, Beethoven's sonata number 26. - Wow!

At home, we had a Claudio Arrau CD from a concert he did in Vienna.

Mum and I listened to it hundreds of times.

It's ten past eight. The program says it begins at eight.

These things always start late.

If it says eight, it should start at eight.

Look, these nerves you're feeling in your stomach now

are just the desire you have for something you like to begin.

I don't like it.

Look, it's already starting.

So? Did you have fun?

- A lot! - What did you like the most?

The tempo's control, the way she began the second movement,

- the agility in her hands. - I loved it too.

I mean, we can do this again anytime you want.

What is it?

You know I want to study at Grimald Academy like my mum.

I do.

So, the exam...

Hold on.

Paco, tell me.

It's on Monday.

Tomorrow at five? Paco, it's Saturday tomorrow.

No, no. I can, I can...

I'll go wherever they tell me. Really.

TRIP TO PARIS

GRIMALD ACADEMY EXAM

DEPARTURE - BARCELONA E. FRAN ARRIVAL - PARIS GARE LYON

Wolfgang!

Are you ready? Let's...

- What were you doing? - Nothing.

Let's go to grandma's. I'll pick you up after the casting.

I don't want to go. I'll stay here.

- Stay here alone? - Yes.

Sure. Do you want me to leave you the keys?

- Yes. - You can't go alone anywhere.

- I don't have time, come on. - I don't want to go!

- What's wrong? - I don't want to go!

-We've talked about it. - I don't want to!

Don't start with the numbers, OK?

So... You're coming with me, OK?

Come on, grab your bag. Quick!

- Why are we walking so fast? - I'm late.

It's a casting for an important role. I should be there. Come on, hurry up.

What role?

A doctor.

But you don't know about medicine.

There's no need, I am an actor.

I just perform the scripts people write.

I just do it. Let's cross.

I'm not crossing with the red light. We'll be run over.

There's no car.

- But it's red. - No one's coming.

It's red.

OK, no problem. Tomorrow at four then.

OK.

OK.

Good.

Hello. Excuse me. I'm Carles Gomis.

I had the test ten minutes ago, but something happened and I was late.

- You'll be called now. - What happened? Nothing happened.

Come on, come on. Have a seat here.

I'll go in there now and you'll be alone here for a while.

Well, not alone, with this boy. In the meantime you can...

You can do your homework. You have homework, right?

- No. - Great. Alright then.

- Carles Gomis? - Yes.

Over here, please.

Wish me luck.

- How are you? - I'm fine.

You can leave your things over there.

Alright! Great, Carles.

It's great.

- Is it? Are you sure? - It is.

It's what we're looking for. A mix of tough and soft man.

- And you have it. - Yes, I've been told that a lot.

I don't know... It's great you like it.

It's fine with us. Now Bayona needs to personally meet you.

His head... We don't always get it right.

If he needs me to prepare another text, I...

No, don't worry. It's all good. He'll be here on Monday.

He will meet you and two other options that we also like.

- And that's it. - Monday? In two days?

Next Monday. This moves fast now.

OK? You're available, aren't you?

Of course. I'm available, yes.

- Sorry, have you seen my son? - Who?

The kid I came with. He was right here.

I don't know. He may be in the toilet.

Oh, thanks.

Wolfgang?

Wolfgang, I finished. We can go now.

Carles!

Hey, Carlos!

- Here, too? - Right.

- Are you here for Bayona's movie? - I am.

He's amazing, huh? Do you know him?

- No. - A genius. We're having dinner tomorrow.

Sorry, Carlos. I'm looking for my son.

What son?

Never mind. Excuse me.

- Bye, good luck! - Bye!

Hold on! Sorry!

Wolfgang!

Wolfgang!

Excuse me. Have you seen a kid around ten?

He's called Wolfgang.

- Did you say "Wolfgang"? Like Mozart? - Yes.

- What's going on? - I was here with my son

- and he disappeared. - Maybe he just left.

- With his mum maybe. - He has no mum.

Poor kid. He has no mum.

He probably was on his phone and didn't notice his son.

I wasn't on my phone, I was doing a casting for a movie, ma'am.

- He was watching a movie? -Which one? Mozart's?

"Amadeus"! Salieri was the bad guy there.

- He was watching it on the phone. - No, ma'am!

Wolfgang!

Tickets. Let's see...

Very well. Go ahead.

Hello.

- Go ahead. - Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

- Thanks. - Go ahead.

Hiya, handsome.

- Travelling alone? - Yeah.

And what are you doing in Paris all by yourself?

I'm auditioning for the best music academy in the world.

That's great. I play the harmonica, you know?

Where's your mum?

My mum's not here.

She's not? Well... What about your father?

I don't have one.

Okay, so who are you travelling with?

With no one.

Could you wait here a moment? Just a sec.

Toni, can you come over to ticket control a second?

I've got a minor here saying he's travelling alone.

A kid? Yes.

Two, three, five.

7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23.

29, 31, 37, 41, 43, 45...

Excuse me. Are you okay?

- What happened? - I'll tell you.

He's alive by the skin of his teeth.

- Is he okay? - Yes, he's okay.

It was just some drowsiness. Most likely caused by an anxiety attack.

He'll stay the night for monitoring,

and barring any complications, he'll get to go home tomorrow.

But, hear me out, no more running away, okay?

One second, I don't get it, you were going to Paris?

He wanted to audition to the Grimald Academy.

- Are you a musician? - Yes, I'm a pianist. A great one too.

Well, you'll be able to play tomorrow. For now, sleep.

Sorry, only one person can stay with him. Who will that be?

- Me. - Me.

Okay, you're his grandma, right? And you're his father?

The father stays. Come with me...

You rest, little one.

We'll talk tomorrow.

A few days ago he almost drowned, and now this.

Can't you see you're not ready to take care of him?

This time you crossed the line, you know that, right?

What the fuck is this about Paris?

You're only ten years old! Ten! You can't go alone, get it?

I'm smart enough to go wherever I want.

Smart...

Well, in life there are more important things than being smart.

Maybe for you.

I seriously don't know what else you want me to do.

I try to get close to you, and you treat me like shit.

I try to do something you like, and this is how you repay me.

Look me in the eyes when I speak. I'm talking to you. I'm your father!

Where were you when I was little and lived alone with mum?

Where were you when I celebrated my first birthday? Huh?

And when I lost my first tooth?

Or when I first played piano?

You think that I'll call you "Dad" just for taking care of me a couple days?

Here's the key. Room 218. Breakfast is served from 7 to 10 am.

Anything you need, the front desk is open 24 hours.

- Great. Thank you. - What about the piano?

The piano? We don't have a piano.

We won't look for a hotel with a piano, we can't afford it.

But I need to practice.

Wolfgang... Thank you.

We're in Paris, let's go for a walk, and have a snack...

And maybe we'll be lucky and find a restaurant or a pub with a piano.

What do you say?

Where are we going?

I told you I wanted to show you a place.

But what place?

Here.

You know why this bench is special?

Because here, right here, is where I met your mother.

- Here? - Yes.

Yes, I was...

I was here doing a street performance and she was sitting here,

looking at me with her incredible eyes...

So... When I finished, I approached her

and I sat here with her and we started talking.

And?

And then we went there. Look, to that pub. See it?

We went there, had a beer, we started talking and talking,

and the staff were closing, and...

And what?

And then we went dancing, to a club.

In fact, remember that song I showed you in the car?

That Bowie song?

I showed you because it was our song.

That's impossible. My mum had excellent taste in music.

Well, they played it at that club, and while we were dancing...

While you danced, what?

While we were dancing, we shared our first kiss.

And after?

After... nothing.

- What do you mean nothing? - Nothing. Each went to their place.

Come on. Let's go eat, I'm starving. Aren't you?

She got pregnant with me.

Yes, yes... But not that night, okay?

I meant...

Look...

We had a few wonderful months,

but at one point, she wanted to go back to Barcelona

and I...

I thought I could have a life here.

Well, I guess...

I guess I was actually scared to death.

I was really young, you know? I wasn't...

I didn't...

Maybe I didn't picture myself as a father.

And then I went back to Barcelona,

you...

You were almost two,

and I called your mother, but she told me they were doing fine,

that your grandma was helping a lot,

that...

That she didn't need me at all, and she preferred it that way.

I don't know, I guess...

If I could turn back time, I'd do things differently.

You know something your mother loved? A croque-monsieur.

- A what? - Croque-monsieur.

They're these sandwiches

made with sweet ham, Emmental cheese, some béchamel sauce.

I know the best croque-Monsieur place in all of Paris.

Then there's the croque-madame, but they're kinda meh...

They come with a fried egg, I don't like them as much.

How do you know so much about Paris?

Because I lived here some years ago.

Listen, if you get in...

How will we do it?

They have housing for students. But you can come from time to time.

You speak French okay enough.

Thank you, little one.

Grandma can come too.

Shit, Grandma...

She's going to kill me.

They're good, huh?

No, their rhythm is messed up.

Is it?

Didn't you want a piano?

What are you talking about?

Tell them to let you play, I'm sure they'll find it amusing.

This isn't Bach.

So?

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

- Thank you. - Excuse me...

Right, of course! Would you like to play, young lad?

- Go. He's telling you to go. Come on. - No.

- Come. - Go, just play a bit.

- You'll see. Try it. Give it a go. - No.

So, are you a pianist?

- Take a seat. - Can you play jazz?

- No. - Well...

Of course he can play jazz. He's one of the greatest pianists ever.

I can't play jazz, I need my scores.

If you don't try, you'll never know.

Come on. We're playing on F Major.

Okay? Let's go.

One, two, three, and...

What do you think?

Listen, if you want us to go back to Barcelona

and try next year, that's alright, okay?

No.

I want to do it.

Okay... Emma Malraux, Virginie Vázquez and Marcel Labadie.

Follow me, please.

Why aren't you answering Paco?

I'll call him tomorrow.

Your casting was today, wasn't it?

But I don't think I would've been a good doctor.

Liam Caula, Wolfgang Abadal, Sophie Lapierre.

- Me! Wait for me here. - Go.

Ready?

Let's go.

Thank you.

Bye.

Wolfgang Abadal?

It's your turn.

"Wolfgang." Expectations are high.

Why do you want to study at Grimald Academy?

Because I want to become the best pianist in the world.

And why do you want to become the best?

That's what my mum would've wanted.

Would you like to start again?

Wolfgang!

- What's your name? Give me your hand. - Leave me alone! Go away!

- What's your name? Take my hand... - It's okay, Wolfgang! It's over.

I'm his father. I'm his father! What are you doing?

- Take my hand. - Don't touch me!

Okay. What's wrong? What happened?

- I'm not the best. - Look at me.

It doesn't matter if you're not the best, to me you're perfect.

No! I'm not! I failed!

That's not true. Look at me...

- Take my hand. - Don't touch me!

- Take my hand. - I said, don't touch me!

Okay, I'm not touching you. But I'm here. It's over...

It's all my fault!

- I can't do anything right! - Don't be silly!

- It was such a difficult situation. - You don't know anything! Go away!

No! I'm not going anywhere.

I keep messing up, that's why everyone hates me!

What are you talking about? Look at me.

- It's all good. - At school, they can't stand me.

Mum couldn't stand me, and you can't stand me either.

- That's why you didn't want to be my dad! - I messed up, okay?

But I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere.

Liar!

- Take my hand, c'mon. - I said, don't touch me!

Come on, please... OK...

Why did mum leave me?

Your mum loved you so much.

Then why didn't she stay with me?

Because she wanted to take care of you, but she couldn't.

Your mum was a wonderful woman,

she was so smart, but she was very sensitive too,

she was so, so sensitive.

And sometimes, people like her suffer more than the rest of us.

And they're hurting in here...

And that pain...

turns into infinite sadness.

And although they can often get over it,

your mum... She couldn't.

And one day...

And one day she got up, and everything was darker than usual...

And she tried, I swear she tried, I'm certain she tried, but she couldn't...

And she took her own life...

Why did she do it? She didn't love me enough?

No, she loved you so much.

The thing is...

she was ill, Wolfgang...

But it's not fair that you...

It's not your fault.

It's no one's fault...

Do you understand?

Yeah?

Will you take my hand?

Come on. Slowly.

Wolfgang!

Mum! We're here, they cancelled the Robotics class.

They could've called.

Wolfgang! Wolfgang, are you okay?

Yes, yes... Breathe!

Wolfgang, honey! How are you? How are you, honey? Sweetheart.

You're here with me. Let's go home.

Matilde, we need to talk. Please.

Get inside.

Wolfgang told me everything that happened.

- His backpack. - Matilde...

And forget about the custody, understandably.

LIST OF REASONS TO NEVER PLAY PIANO AGAIN

Wolfgang, look who came to see you.

Hi, Wolfgang.

Listen, I have to run some errands. You'll stay with Mia, okay?

See you later.

How are you?

Matilde told me you didn't get into Grimald Academy.

Now I know I'll never be the best pianist in the world.

It's okay. In fact, I believe life is better when you're not the best.

Are you ready for the school's end-of-year concert?

I'm not playing.

I'm making a list of reasons to never play piano again.

- Really? - I've got 23.

23? Can I see them?

Have you noticed you keep making list of negative things

that don't take you anywhere?

If we listen to these lists,

your father does everything wrong, and you're always perfect.

I think you should start realizing that you're not perfect.

And once you accept that, you'll realize everyone else isn't either.

I've got an idea...

What if you tried changing these negative things

for positive ones?

Like what positive things?

Good things about Carles, for example, right?

There must be something...

He took me to the Music Hall.

That's one. What else?

He skipped his casting to take me to Paris...

- He jumped in the river to save me. - That's a great one.

My piano is at his place.

Are you sure you never want to play piano again?

- Hello? - Hi, we're here to take the piano.

- May I? - Wait, wait... Right now?

Yes, Mrs. Matilde sends us. She's waiting outside.

- Right. Come in. - Thanks.

We've got this. No need to come with us.

Let's go.

Like that.

Stop.

Stop! Stop, stop!

- The piano stays. - What?

The piano stays, and so does the kid. Bring it in.

None of that, the piano goes in the truck.

- Where are you going? - To get my son.

Forget about him, he's staying with me.

Do you think, after everything, any judge would grant you custody?

You're not much better than me, you know that, right?

- Certainly neither of us is perfect. - What do you mean?

What's this thing about finding his dead mother?

My son tells me things. May I remind you he can't lie?

Do you know what it does to a kid seeing that?

- Why didn't you tell me? - I don't know what he saw.

We never talked about it. He's a kid.

That's the issue, you don't talk things out. Taxi!

He's traumatized, Matilde, can't you see?

Of course I do! But he needs to forget about it, to move on.

No, he needs to understand what happened,

for us to be honest and speak from the heart.

That's what he needs.

Hey! Listen, listen, Carles, wait a second! Wait! Carles!

Ma'am! What about the piano?

Here. That's enough, thank you!

Mia, hi.

- Hi, Carles. - Where's Wolfgang?

In the dining room.

- I'll leave you two alone. - Yes.

Carles, you did the right thing by coming.

- Thanks! - Bye.

Not long ago, when your mother got in touch with me,

at first it was a bit of a shock,

and I told her I needed to think about it,

but I quickly accepted,

because, actually...

Your mother was giving me a second chance...

And I would've never imagined that my son would be so...

So extraordinary.

I'm not leaving, that's for sure.

When your mother died, I tried to tell you the truth.

But it was so difficult...

- You've all lied to me. - No, no, Wolfgang, I...

I didn't have the words to...

How can you explain to a kid that his mum doesn't want to stay alive?

I just wanted to protect you.

Do you also think it was better not telling me the truth?

No, no... I think it's always better to tell the truth.

The thing is, sometimes us grown-ups aren't ready to do so.

I love you, Wolfgang.

I did my best...

You're our little miracle.

Grandma...

"Little miracle" is an oxymoron.

Yes... And oxymorons are absurd.

Wolfgang is up next.

Thank God!

- When is our Mozart playing? - What are you doing here?

I told you the kid is a goldmine.

And the manager-client relationship needs to be built daily.

Gotta be there from day one, like when a chick is born.

And now, the sixth-grade student, Wolfgang Abadal

will play Mozart's variations on the piano.

What's wrong now?

I don't know.

I don't know this one.

I do.

Maybe not all is lost. I just got a call from Bayona's film.

- What? - Yeah! Someone sent them a list

of ten reasons to give you a second chance.

A list? What list?

I don't know. But don't fuck it up this time.

This kid will make me rich!

"The Front-line Surgeon", 24-3, first take.

Action!

This is a bloodbath!

- Go! - Ricardo! Let's leave.

I'm sorry, Sara, I have a job to do.

You go! The plane leaves in fifteen minutes.

Maybe once it's all over, we'll meet again...

- Cut! Cut! Cut! - We've cut!

- What's up? How was that? - Back to one!

It's good, it's okay. I'd do another take to take longer pauses when you talk.

- It's the last time you see her. - Between sentences?

- Okay... - Bayona!

Look, I was thinking... How was that? Maybe I could scream more.

Like, in pain! Since I'm somewhere between life and death.

- It's perfect. In fact... - Yeah?

This guy, when you approach the stretcher, he's dead.

So, take the sheet and cover his face.

No! No, no, no!