All language subtitles for La Gran Vida_Burning Life 2000

Living It Up

-A short blonde with a leather purse?
-I haven't seen her for two months.

-Maybe she's changed jobs.
-Or takes a cab.

Too bad. She brightened the mornings.

At least you don't go in circles.

-The circular is tough.
-I don't know what's worse.

We can swap if you want.

Know what it's like,
going in circles all day?

You tell him, Martin.

-Let's see. Madrid-Valencia?
-Put "1-X."

Put a "2."
That way, if we win, we get a hundred.

-What would you do with ESP 100 million?
-I'd buy a convertible.

I bet you'd do the route from stop to stop.

PARADISE GARDENS

-I'd go to Norway.
-Norway?

Yeah, Norway. Norway's the coolest.

What's Norway got?

Norwegian girls. They're really hot,
better than Swedish girls.

-Brazil's better.
-Brazil must be amazing.

And you, Martin?

-Don't interrupt him, he's concentrating.
-He's still going in circles.

Your stop.

Carry on like that and you'll kill yourself.

So what? Nobody would miss me.

Do you know how many routes
we do in a year?

Seven a day, multiplied by six,
makes 42 a week.

-We work 50 weeks a year....
-I'm getting dizzy.

Atletic-Zaragoza.

-At least you don't go through the suburbs.
-I don't know what's worse.

You know what it's like on those streets
after your shift?

That's really scary.

2,100 and I've got 39 years left
until I retire...

-I don't trust those people.
-They're ill.

Then they should see a doctor.

...minus two weeks when I'm ill...

...and two more
because I don't fucking feel like it....

Next time, I'll pull out the "deodorant"
and he'll shit himself.

Fuck, be careful.

-I know what I'm doing.
-Didn't they ban those?

-If Jare�o sees, you'll be in trouble.
-He doesn't drive in the suburbs.

Fuck him!
Let him drive or change the route.

-He's has no idea what it is to be scared.
-So, let's see.

Be careful, that stuff can blind you.

That's it. 83,800, more or less.

-83,000 what?
-Circles, from now until I die.

-The same goes for you all.
-You'd make any guy lose the will to work.

It looks like a pen. Where do you press?

-What's wrong with him?
-He's having a bad day.

Not bad, the same as any other day.

Here?

What are you doing?
Be careful, for Christ's sake!

Do you want to come in?

No, I can't right now.
I brought Lupe. Can you look after her?

-Are you leaving?
-Yes, for a few days.

Okay.

She'll keep me company.

-How's everything going?
-Well, I'm cleaning better places.

-How's your back?
-Better.

I'm doing some exercises
that the doctor gave me.

Don't be too much work for Rosa.
She's got back problems.

By the way, I had to tell you something,
but now I don't remember what.

Her food.

I think it was something important.
When I remember, I'll tell you.

Forget it, Rosa....

Well, then.... Take care of yourself.

You've been a good neighbour.

-Are you all right, son?
-Fine.

-Where are you going? On a trip?
-Yes.

To Norway.

...gets ESP 150,000! Congratulations!

Thank you.

That way, please.

...he goes to the beach.

The moral is, if you want free travel,
use your Turileisure card.

I know you're dying to meet me.

Call me! I'll die with you.

...in the stars, if you have to make
some sort of decision...

...or if you have a problem,
or if you're lonely...

...call 906-2424 and we'll answer your....

Don't complain,
you're getting better every day.

Better?

I've had enough of my husband, old people,
and the Japanese guy who did the job.

I never liked the Japanese,
even in the '70s....

I remember! The gas!

The gas company cut you off.

I'm hopeless!

What are you doing? You'll kill yourself!
Change your dealer.

Bastards.

They say things to us. I'm sure.

In the advertisements.

If you look closely,
some letters are brighter than others.

It depends on the day. It's very subtle.

Depending on what you cover,
you read different things.

Subliminal messages, that's it.

Bastards.

But who?

The CIA, the government,
beings from another world, who knows?

But they're saying things.

Different things,
depending on what we want to see.

Try it.

I'm still going to jump! Leave me alone.

-Did I tell you not to jump?
-No.

Do what you want. I'm just saying try it.

I don't want to fucking try it!
I came to kill myself, not to try stupid shit!

Don't call the messages stupid.
They're not stupid.

They're here for a reason.

Anyway, no one wants
to stop you from jumping.

I was just wondering if you'd like
to try living it up before you die.

My God!

I didn't see him.

-Are you okay?
-He came out of nowhere. I didn't mean to.

Can you move? Do you need anything?

A coffee.

ESP 100 million. In cash,
or in the account of your choice.

No papers, no salary, no questions.
Sign a receipt and that's that.

You spend it in a week
and then throw yourself off the viaduct.

Who are they?

Loan sharks. Bad news.

They'll give you no time at all
and massive interest: 50 percent.

They work with companies,
ghost businesses....

ESP 100 million.

And you pay them back ESP 150 in a week.

If you don't pay, they kill you.
But that doesn't matter, does it?

-I don't trust them.
-You don't have to trust them.

You just have to take the money
and spend it.

It's that easy. Do you like to gamble?

Yes.

And what do you get from all this?

Fifteen percent. My commission.

Paco! A coffee and....

Two. Just like that,
without a guarantor or anything?

Who told you that? You've got one.

Your life.

Think about it. You've nothing to lose.
You're going to die anyway.

-This way you can try it.
-Try what?

Being rich. Have you got a better plan?

Turn on the air conditioning if you want.
And fasten your seat belt.

I've got to take care of you.
You're my investment.

In any case, there's an air bag.

The company bought me a new one
every two years.

Better days.

-What did you do?
-Accountant.

Banks, finance companies.
They used to fight over me.

But one day it all got fucked up.
Two years ago. It was in the newspapers.

Two years ago, I couldn't even buy a paper.

In brief...

...the boss went down
and we all went with him.

It was his wife's fault. The bitch.

She found her husband sleeping
with the maid and went after him.

She photocopied his accounts
and sent them to court by messenger.

Bitch!

When they opened the safe
it stank to high heaven.

Guess who signed half the documents?

We stretched it too far.

But you know what?

The maid was worth it.

-You were wondering why I was--
-Not really.

I'd rather not know.

You've got a week left,
I don't want to start to like you.

I'm very sentimental
and I'd suffer for it later.

We're here.

The Prairies - Nursing Home

...thank you very much for tuning in,
we'll expect you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Wait here.

We're in luck. She wants to see you.
Do everything you're told.

I think she liked you.

Ready. Let's go.

-I don't have to sign?
-There's no need. They trust you.

They call her "La Se�ora."

They say she made her fortune after
the war selling orphans to Arabian mafias.

And not just orphans.
It seems she began with her own daughter.

-That's a story they tell to scare people.
-Well, they scared me.

You've got remote control!

-It's already open.
-Let me try.

I love remote controls.

If God exists, I bet he's got loads.

I've always imagined Him like that.

Sitting in a winged armchair, surrounded
by thousands of remote controls.

Tomorrow you'll have the armchair and all
the remotes you want. I'll take you home.

Now that I'm rich, you're taking me home?
No way! I want to celebrate!

Tomorrow you'll be rich,
today you're broke.

Give me a loan. I'll pay it back tomorrow
multiplied by five.

I don't care. Let's celebrate.

I'll give you a loan,
but I won't go anywhere.

Come on.

You can tell me about your boss
and the maid again.

-Was she really hot?
-A scorcher.

-Have you had dinner?
-Yes, but it doesn't matter.

I'm rich, I can have dinner twice.

Another helping of prawns. Or better, two!

Two more calamari plates,
and bring us some cuttlefish...

...one order of French fries,
another Russian salad, and look...

...bring us a bit of everything.
That way we won't get mixed up.

-Do you want anything?
-No, I'm not hungry.

Me neither. We're rich.
We eat even if we're not hungry.

-What do you say?
-If you say so.

And some beer.

Lots of beer. The most expensive.

I'm rich.

They don't believe me. We should've gone
somewhere more elegant.

They don't know a millionaire
when they see one.

To be rich you must look rich.

Be patient and enjoy your last dinner
as a poor man.

No way. I'm sick of being poor.

I've been poor all my life. It's over.

You be poor if you want.

-You should go home and tomorrow--
-No way!

Let's go somewhere else.

To one of those discos
that don't let you in.

I want to drink, meet girls.
I deserve it, don't l?

Fuck, I've earned it!
And not because I won the lottery.

Because I had the guts to do it.

-Do what?
-To kill myself.

I've killed myself, I'm dead.

A millionaire and dead.
That's what I am, ma'am.

Well, then...

...are you coming with me?

I'll pay you.

What do you earn?

ESP 100,000?
200,000 and you come with me.

You don't need company,
you need an accountant.

Perfect. Aren't you an accountant?

No way. I've done my part.

You can help me spend it.

On my own I don't even know
where to start.

-How much do you want?
-I said, "No." I'm already retired.

ESP 800,000? ESP 1 million a week?

No, Martin, fuck no.
Don't be such a pain in the arse.

ESP 1.5 million.

ESP 3 million. And just because it's you.

Jesus, what an accountant!

-Do you trust me?
-No, but I don't care.

By the way, what's your name?

Salva. Salvador.

They're exactly the same.

-As in magazines?
-No, as in dreams.

Three more, please.

Ask what those three want,
have one yourself...

...and give everyone else
whatever they want. Bring me the bill.

-ESP 100 million.
-What?

ESP 100 million.

TOTAL 100.000.000

No!

Hello, miss....

Could you tell me.... I'm in room 402....

Could you tell me what my name is?

Is the room booked in my name?

And what day is it today?

Thank you.

Thank you very much, miss.

-Good morning. How did you sleep?
-Well.

Okay, guys, let's go.

What's all this?

So, how do you feel?

Like a millionaire.

-Here, take the keys to the kingdom.
-Is that all?

You don't need anything else.
You only have to sign.

-Wouldn't it be better if you managed it?
-It's in your name.

It's in my name, but you're the accountant.
You're very expensive, so earn your salary.

For your expenses.
I'll take care of the rest.

Ask for whatever you want.

I want a party, a massive party.

In a villa with a swimming pool,
and food and drink and everything.

-What's everything?
-Everything!

Live music, mariachis, I love mariachis...

...and magicians, clowns,
acrobats, everything! Caviar.

Real lranian caviar.

And salmon, champagne, popcorn,
croquettes, cuttlefish.

Cotton candy.

And parking attendants. Three.

And a doughnut stall, and fireworks.

A Russian choir
and a contortionist snake charmer.

And another contortionist without snakes.

And Chinese dancers that belly-dance.

-They're not Chinese, they're Arabian.
-Wherever. Three, as well.

Balloons, confetti, streamers,
paper lanterns, cinnamon biscuits...

...a guy who walks on a rope,
what do you call them?

-Tightrope walker.
-A tightrope walker to walk between trees!

Three, as well.

-There's one thing missing.
-What?

Well, the guests.

-Guests?
-A party needs guests, doesn't it?

Yes.

Here, these are the guests.

Could I have a cigarette, please?

Have you got a light?

Have you come to enjoy the party?

Go and get more ice, we're nearly out.

And be quick.

Wine cellar, gym, sauna,
jacuzzi and swimming pool, an indoor...

...heated swimming pool, you'll love it.

They assured me it would be ready today.

I'll talk to them tomorrow.

It seems they can't fill it
until they connect the....

I'm sorry, I was looking for the bathroom,
I got lost. This place is so big.

On the way out,
I think it's the third door on the left.

They can't fill it
until the purifier's connected.

The purifier can't be connected
until they come to check the wiring....

-Are you listening to me?
-Yes, yes, everything's fine.

The house, the party, everything's perfect.

-Is it what you wanted?
-Yes.

Well, enjoy it.

That's your responsibility. One warning!

Go about your work.

Everything okay? The drinks, too?

If you need anything, just ask.

I hope you're having fun.

It's a coincidence
we have the same surname.

Yes, it's really a coincidence.
It's not a very common surname.

Maybe you'll turn out to be cousins....

-Watch it!
-Sorry, I didn't see you.

I sure hope not. Do something!
At least pick up the glasses.

If I lose my job, it's your fault.

-That arsehole is here already.
-What's happening?

-Are you trying to spoil the party?
-It was him! He knocked the tray onto me!

I was distracted--

Shut up!

Now we call idiots "being distracted"?

-Collect your things now!
-Wait.

-But it was that idiot!
-That idiot, I mean that gentleman...

...happens to be the owner of this house.
He's also my client.

Collect your things now.

I'm sorry, sir,
I don't know how it happened.

-You don't know how sorry I am.
-Is she always like that?

-Wait. I can sort it out.
-What are you going to sort out now?

I pay, don't l? Anyway, it's not so bad.
I've got more suits.

I bet. You throw one away
and put on another.

They put me out, and it's your fault.

Don't say you can sort it out.
Maybe today, but tomorrow?

Will you be around
so they'll give me a job?

But what does it matter to you?
You're rich.

You don't know what it is to be broke,
to live in a shitty flat...

...to have your gas cut off
for not paying the bill.

-Fuck this crappy party!
-I'll speak to your boss.

Boss? What boss? I don't have a boss.

That guy is an arsehole.

Because I'm under contract
doesn't mean he's my boss.

Where are you from?

-Why?
-Because of your accent.

Oh, my accent.

-What? Does it bother you?
-Quite the opposite.

It seems....

I don't know, it seems exotic.

-What are you looking at?
-Nothing.

It was you who started getting undressed.

So what?
Don't you know how to turn around?

Don't they teach you manners
in private school?

But one day we'll turn the tables.
All in good time.

We'll sit at the table, and you'll serve us.

-When that time comes, I'll be there.
-Do you want a ride?

-Take a hike.
-I've got the car here.

For all I care, you can stick it up your arse.

-Did that sound exotic, too?
-It's no trouble.

Have you ever heard of buses?
The big vehicles that normal people catch?

I'm sorry. I'm not interested
in anything you can offer me.

Not even a job?

There's another party here tomorrow.

I need help.

We'll see.

I'll expect you.

Here they are.

Didn't you want girls? Well, here they are.

Welcome, ladies,
make yourselves at home.

Go on in.

Plus ESP 650,000 plus ESP 417,000...

...plus ESP 215,000,
makes a total of ESP 2,411,126.

Plus rent, the catering invoice, the agency
for the performers and variety shows....

See you later.

The girls and the fireworks.

Sign the contract and the acceptance.

Here...

...and there.

Leave me a couple more signed cheques
for the massage service and valet parking.

Here.

Okay, it's not a bad start, is it?

-I wanted a villa with a pool.
-You've got a villa with a pool.

-I had to tell you I wanted water in it?
-Shut up about the pool.

You're rich.
You must do what rich people do.

And what do rich people do?

What? Spend?

Yes, spend. Of course, and what else?

I don't know.

Mix with other rich people.
I'll take you somewhere you'll like.

What if we filled it with champagne?

There they are. In their natural habitat.

They only mix with their own kind.
And they're great hunters.

They're omnivores,
and they're very sociable.

They mate in unstable couples,
but they're in heat year round...

...with greater intensity in spring
and when they close a good deal.

And they're all here.

Look, that's Ya�ez.

And Martorell, the lift guy.

-He's a lift operator?
-No, he makes them.

The man with him is Ufarte
from Cardesa Group. He's in cement.

They began together,
but now they've fallen out.

Shit, there's Montero.
Montero is a bastard.

-Are you friends?
-Close friends.

Come on, I'll introduce you.

Wait.

-What do I talk about?
-Nothing. Like they do.

Know about the market?

You know what lbex or Mibor is?
Heard of Dow Jones?

Yes, he's great.
He did Don't Go Breaking My Heart.

-That's him?
-Don't say "yes" or "no".

If they say something difficult
pass them to me.

There are always three basic answers.

"Of course," if they're convinced.
If you're unsure, "Probably."

-And if in doubt, "Tell me about it!"
-Wait, "Of course," "Probably"--

And, "Tell me about it."
That's how it works. Always smile.

The world is marvellous because it's yours.

-Salvita, where have you been?
-As if I'd tell you.

Montero, Martin, my partner.
He's new around here.

Ready to reinvent the market
like Salva did?

-"Of course."
-Well, you have a good teacher.

He knew about the Asian markets
three months before it happened.

He sees things before anyone,
but he never says how he does it.

I keep my ear to the ground.

Now what?

Wait until the earthquake's over
and sell what you can, don't you think?

"Probably."

That's what "La Gallega" did
and look where it got her.

"La Gallega" is a fox.

I don't know what turns me on more,
her millions or her arse.

What shall we give her?

-An eight.
-More, an eight and a half.

What? I'll go no higher than seven.

Shit, you've got high standards.

Imagine her in bed, knowing you're
screwing 70 percent of Euroelectrics.

-That must be the best. Don't you think?
-"Tell me about it!"

-Four, four and a half....
-Maximum.

-Three.
-Three and a half.

Cleaners have good points, too.
Have you tried them?

-I wouldn't dream of it.
-It's your loss.

They turn me on,
I bet you don't know why.

Because they spend they lives on all fours,
asking for it.

What do you say? Do you fancy a bit?
Or are you scared you'll catch something?

"Of course."

With electricity and a cleaner,
there could be sparks.

-What a surprise!
-I need the work.

Come in. Lola, can I call you Lola?

Call me whatever the fuck you want.
Where do I change?

No, no, no. You're fine like that.
It's a small dinner.

This way.

-Are the guests here?
-She just arrived.

-One guest?
-Just one.

Oh, I see.

The gentleman wants to have fun
with the servant.

Who do you think you are?
I have dinner with whoever I like.

And I don't let anyone treat me
like a whore.

I'm only inviting you to dinner.

No! You're paying me to have dinner.
It's not the same.

You think you can buy everything.
You can't.

Shit, Lola, I'm trying
to say sorry for yesterday.

You forgot? The tables?
You wanted to turn them around.

"Turn over" the tables.
Not "turn them around."

That then, turn them over.

When you are ready, we shall serve dinner.

What's on the menu?

To begin, we have cream of lobster soup
followed by veal medallions...

...with strawberries,
and for dessert, lemon champagne mousse.

Does it suit Madam?

I'll tell you later.

What was it, turn them upside down?

Turn the tables.

-Hey, I've worked, you know?
-I don't believe you.

Maybe in the beginning, a long time ago,
supposing you didn't inherit.

But it doesn't matter,
that point on, not even that.

That's how it is.

You don't produce wealth,
wealth produces you.

Wait, wait.

There's no us and them here.
Here, there's me.

Every person has a life
and can do what they want with it.

Bullshit!
Without equality there is no freedom.

No one gave me anything!

Sure. I bet you're one of those
who made a fortune overnight.

Overnight, she says!

So now you can indulge
your rich-kid whims.

Like the party or this dinner.

You had something better to do?

Anything, what I do every day, the things
normal people do on the weekend.

What do normal people do
on the weekend? I'd like to know.

You can go out for a drink,
or to dance at a disco, for example.

If you want, we can go.

Don't bother, it's Saturday.
It's full everywhere. You can't dance.

You never know. We might be lucky.

-I'm sorry.
-Is that any way to hold a bottle?

-What kind of a waiter are you!
-Bring another.

And hurry!

Salva. Where's a good disco?

How's it going?

-Are you comfortable?
-Yes.

-Is the music too loud?
-No.

PRIVATE PARTY - CLOSED

Come on, sign.

Pass me the chequebook.

-What for?
-So, what do you think?

About who? Pancho Villa?

Lola.

Well, she's not bad.
She seems intelligent. She's good-looking.

You can be honest if you want.

I don't like her.
I don't know why, but I don't like her.

What's more, she's got a serious problem.

-What?
-There's only one of her.

You have four days to live.

You could have a new one each day,
but you only want her.

I don't want a new one each day.

-Why not?
-Because I don't.

-You're not falling in love, are you?
-Don't talk shit, man.

How could I be falling in love?
I just fancy her.

And if she doesn't want to, what then?
What if she plays cold?

By the time you fuck her,
there'll be a gun at your ear.

Mind your own business.

What do I do with this?

Show off.
Trips, dinners, concerts. Leave her gaping.

I don't understand you.

Having money means you don't need
to make someone fall in love to have sex.

Bullshit!

Having money means being able
to do what you want.

I hope this Mo�t & Chandon
is better than cider.

-Isn't it pretty?
-Very.

It's 320 meters high. 15,000 metal pieces.
Welded together, one by one.

It was built by a guy called Eiffel.

What a coincidence, like the tower.

It reminds me of my district,
of the high-tension towers.

It's true. It does, a little.

Martin, doesn't it look like I stole it?

It's just that these places
make me really nervous.

Do what I do. Just act naturally.

All right.

-It was all very good.
-The gazpacho was a bit weird.

Martin, it wasn't gazpacho.
It was carpaccio.

What a clown! You're always joking.

Shit, a present.

With some clients
there are certain differences.

What do you feel like doing?
What did you do at night before we met?

-Sleep.
-Alone?

What's it to you?

-You've got character....
-Yeah?

Yes.

You're observant...

...you like to reflect while you drive...

...and you've got very sensitive feet.

-Come on!
-Seriously.

It's all here, but there's something strange.

Normally rich people's signatures
are heavier. They're self-indulgent...

...and tend to lean to the right.
Everything affects it, see?

Feelings, for example.

When you're sad, you sign differently
than when you're happy.

Or when you fall in love.

When you fall in love
your signature changes.

Maybe they'll reject it.

Martin, it's a bad time.
I'm in an important meeting.

No, we've got to discuss that with London.

Sorry, Martin, we'll talk later.
Tomorrow's better.

I'll leave the tickets at the window
in your name.

Yes, with London,
they've got the financial report.

Martin, I've got to go.
See you tomorrow, have fun.

Lola....

What a coincidence.
Have you got a minute?

So, how are things with Martin?

Fine, why?

Nothing.
I don't know, he seems very excited.

I'm happy for him and for you, of course.
Congratulations.

-Why are you congratulating me?
-Why do you think?

-You're together, aren't you?
-Well, I wouldn't say we're together.

I've just seen him a few times.

Martin is a pretty busy person.
He hasn't got much time.

When he puts a lot into something,
he has a reason.

-What's that got to do with you?
-I'm his friend.

I thought you were his accountant.

Look, Lola, I like you.

Seriously, I like you.
You seem trustworthy.

I see, this wasn't a coincidence, was it?

I just wanted to warn you.
Martin is not good for you.

You come from different worlds.
He could disappear any day.

-I don't want money.
-I didn't say that.

-You're thinking it.
-I know what'll happen.

I wanted to tell you.
To save you the trouble.

Listen. I'm no whore, get it?

Just because your mother was,
doesn't mean all the women you meet are.

Don't project.
If I'm with him it's because I want to be.

-Lola.
-Lola's going.

Lola's had enough
of being treated like shit.

And when someone doesn't, you fuck it up.

What do you think? He can't fall in love
with me? Why? Because I'm poor?

Didn't you see Pretty Woman, arsehole?

I'm paying for this.

It's one of the best overtures ever written.

Not to mention the almost expressionistic,
subjective use of the chorus.

He's really good,
but here he exceeds himself.

La Forza del Destino, a great theme
for a dramatic genius like him.

I love Verdi! What's the matter?

-Nothing. You like Verdi.
-Yes, so?

What do you think? I like Los Panchos.

Why are we together?
We have nothing in common.

It's not that I'm in love with Verdi.
I kind of love him.

I've never heard of him. It seems
they sang you arias not lullabies.

There's no need to exaggerate.

-Salva was right.
-Why?

-He came to see me.
-About what?

About you. He says I want your money...

...and when I least expect it,
you'll leave me.

Take no notice, he doesn't like you.

-Or the complete opposite.
-The opposite? Why?

I don't know. He said he liked me.
He was being friendly.

He made things clear:
I should leave you alone.

Lola. Forget him. He's a good guy,
but he doesn't trust anyone.

I'm not surprised he likes you.
Why wouldn't he?

-I want to go home.
-Okay, I'll take you.

No. I don't want you to see my house.
You won't like it.

Maybe I will. What do you know?

I might know your part of town
better than you.

-I doubt it.
-We're not so different.

Things change. Overnight.
I know from experience.

Come on, let's go. Come on.

Shit!

-What's up?
-Fuck!

Won't it work?

-Is it funny?
-Quite.

-What do we do now?
-Now, we catch a bus.

In my neighbourhood
they'd break into it in seconds.

Do you really want to see it?

Okay, let's go get dinner. I'll pay, come on.

Don't you dare ask for forks, I know you.

You eat this with your fingers. Come on!

The pits go on the floor,
that's what it's made for.

Spit. Don't be scared. Spit.

Well done, you're very brave.
Now comes the best part.

A touch from Molina and it's a goal!

-Do you feel like skiing?
-Okay!

-It's like Switzerland, isn't it?
-Better. It's not cold.

Or painful.

-Watch the tree!
-I'm going to win, I'm going to win.

Yes! World record! I beat you.

Come on.

Shall we try another sport?

-Yes, which one?
-The 100 meter dash.

Okay. Where's the machine?

Here, come on.

Now!

Watch out! He's coming!

I'm glad he was so nice.
Some drivers are arseholes.

I can well imagine.

-What's up, have you never caught a bus?
-Yes, sometimes.

I love it.

-Yes? What's to love about it?
-I don't know, I like it.

You see everything better, higher up.

No, not better. The same.

The world's the same
from a bus as from any place.

I'm an expert.

Yeah?
And what do you know about buses?

-A lot.
-Why?

Because.... I make them.

As a kid, they fascinated me.

It was like leaving the district on a
spaceship that took you to another planet.

What are you doing? It's not here.

Your stop, let's go.

-What are you doing? Leave him.
-Come on, your stop.

What's up?
Have they changed your uniform?

I liked the other better.

-Do you know him?
-He's drunk.

I missed you.

This is my garden.
Sorry, it's a bit of a mess.

I played here as a kid with Ana,
the first friend I made when I got here.

We would spend the whole day together.

I was Lancelot, she was Lady Guinevere
and this was the castle.

We used to imagine
that there was an enormous rose garden...

...and that there was a magic ring
hidden in it.

And if you found it,
you grew up immediately.

The ring was from a can.

One day Ana put her hand
in some bushes to look for it...

...and she got pricked.

She said it was a thorn, but it wasn't.

It was a hypodermic needle
and our game was fucked.

-Did she die?
-No. Nothing happened to her.

But it did to me.

What?

I woke up.

My dreams were over.

The castle, the games....

There are no roses here.
Roses only grow in your gardens.

Well, not always.

Sometimes dreams come true.

-Are you also an expert on dreams?
-That, too.

Dreams and buses are my specialities.

Not today.

My sister is in. I live with her.

Another day would be better.

Soon.

Fuck, what a difference from cider!

This is the life!

-Do you know what you've spent?
-That's your problem, not mine.

I have no problems.
I threw them all off the viaduct.

You know, yesterday I nearly kissed her.

Sign. Wonderful!
Nearly kissing her cost you ESP 70 million.

I don't even want to think
what it'll cost to get laid.

-You're jealous.
-Who, me?

Yes, you. Jealous. It's normal.

Lola is lovely, and you're human.
You have your needs.

Don't talk shit.
The only idiot in love is you.

I'm just your accountant. The only thing l--

Exactly. You're just my accountant.
So behave like an accountant.

-For example, I need ESP 2 million.
-What for?

That's my business, Salva,
you don't want to know everything.

Your business, your business.

Very well.

You know what you're doing.
It's your money, spend it however you like.

The money's for champagne, okay.
And with these ESP 2 million, you'll see.

But ESP 4,727,225 on roses?
That really takes balls.

l hope she's not allergic.

I love this place.
Everything looks so pretty.

How can anyone commit suicide
with all this in front of them?

-Maybe they can't see it.
-Well, they should fucking look!

They arrive, climb up and jump.
Just like that.

-Yeah?
-I swear, two a month. Average.

And in spring it goes up,
because of the allergy.

-The allergy?
-To life. I don't understand.

If this is so pretty,
there must be more pretty stuff, right?

-Why don't they think?
-Has it happened to you?

Not to me. To Lady Guinevere.

-Did you know they send us messages?
-Who?

-The advertisements.
-That's what they're for, isn't it?

No, another sort, subliminal messages.

I didn't believe it either, at the start.

Try it, you'll see.

-Do you see anything?
-It's true!

What?

Are you ever...

...going to kiss me?

Are you awake?

I'm not sure.

-Is all this ours?
-Until noon.

-Do you come here often?
-Now and again.

-Do you always bring women here?
-No, not always.

I don't believe you.

-It doesn't matter, I'm not jealous.
-Really?

Really, I'm very jealous.

I want you to be all mine.

And I'll be all yours.

-If you want.
-Of course I do.

Well, then, sign.

-I thought you didn't believe in papers.
-I don't. I believe in skin.

Turn over.

Be careful, I'm ticklish.

Don't move.

Didn't you put your name in your
school books so you didn't lose them?

Well, it's the same.

I always lost my books.
Even with my name in them.

Well, you'll never lose me.

Martin. There.

Hi.

Excuse me.
There was an urgent note left in reception.

For me?

-Will there be anything else?
-No, thank you.

"Dear Friend,
we remind you that at midnight tonight...

"...the period allowed
for the repayment of your loan expires.

"The amount due, with interest,
is ESP 150 million."

Who was it?

It's nothing. From the company.

I have to deal with something.

What else do you have to deal with?

Nothing's more urgent than me.

What's the matter?

Don't you want to swim?

I'm sick of champagne.

I arranged the reservations.

And the present. It was a bit expensive.

Here's the invoice.

Do you want to see it?

I'm sure it's fine.

You've got to help me.

I want to talk to these people.

Talk about what?

There's nothing to talk about.

I want to pay. I want to negotiate.
I want more time to pay.

More time? How long?
A week, 10 days, a month?

How are you going to find the money?
Working? Stealing?

It won't happen.
It's a lot of money, Martin, a lot.

It's your own fault. For falling in love.
You were dead, did you forget?

Dead people don't fall in love!

We don't go looking for these things,
these things happen.

I wouldn't be so sure.

-No? Why not?
-Nothing.

You said it for a reason.

Because you're acting like a fucking idiot.
Lola is a professional.

Understand? She's after your money.

-But what are you saying?
-They smell it. From a distance.

I don't know how, but they smell it.
For God's sake, it's obvious.

-She's not the least bit interested in you!
-Bullshit!

You say that because you want her
for yourself! You're in love with her.

You're crazy! How could I like that insect?

Get out. Go! Get out.

The chequebook.

Lola loves me, get it? She loves me!

-It's beautiful.
-It's not the only one.

-And are they real?
-Yes.

-And, are you?
-Am I what?

-Are you for real?
-Of course I'm for real. Why?

Lola, if I were....

It's an example, but imagine I were poor.

-Would you still love me?
-You say such stupid things.

You're rolling in it.

-And are they forever?
-What?

Diamonds. They say it on TV.
And you, Martin?

Are you forever?

Well, I don't know. I'd say so.

But who knows? I might die.

And why would you die?

Well, for many reasons.

Imagine I get run over by a car.

-Or I get cancer.
-Cancer! Jesus!

Imagine I owe the mafia ESP 100 million
and they kill me for not paying.

The things you think of!
ESP 100 million to the mafia.

It could be true, don't laugh.

I might not be rich.
I might've been deceiving you.

Don't be fooled.
We're not all what we seem.

Are you saying this for a reason?

Are you all right?

Yes....

No....

It's just that this place makes me nervous.

We're leaving.

What do you mean, "leaving"? Where to?

Somewhere else. To dance.
You feel like dancing, don't you? Waiter!

Waiter! Bring the cheque.

Hurry. We're in a rush.

Martin, they'll kill you.

-Me? Who?
-The waiter.

-You've left everything on your plate.
-Lola, what a fright!

I'm sorry, sir. It's been rejected.
Have you another?

Rejected? Who has rejected it?
Why? I don't understand.

-It's okay, I'll pay.
-No, no, you're not paying. I'm paying.

I don't understand why it's been rejected.
It's the first time....

What time is it?

One minute past midnight, sir.

It's just this once, it doesn't matter.

Let's go.

And the fork?

-Are you taking it?
-Yes, I collect them.

-There it is.
-Thank you.

Hi. A silver car, a convertible.

-I'm sorry, I don't understand.
-Convertible. A soft-top.

-It's just been taken.
-Taken? By whom? The tow truck?

Some gentlemen. From your company.

One second. From my company?
What company?

They had documents for the car.
It was in their name.

-Is there a problem?
-Lots of problems. Lots of problems.

They've taken my car
and I still don't know why.

I saw the documents, it was in their name.

-Who showed you the documents?
-Some gentlemen who came.

-But the car is yours.
-Yes.

But it's not in your name.

-Is that important?
-Well, I'd say so.

If you'd accompany me inside, please.

All right. It's all right.

I'll walk. Walking is very healthy.

-Sorry. I'd be happier if--
-Really, it doesn't matter. I forgive you.

I'll walk.
I'll phone tomorrow and fix everything.

I forgive you.

-Who took the car?
-The guys from work. It's fine.

I ask them to do it occasionally.
That way I have to walk a little.

Walking is great for your circulation.
Shall we get a taxi?

-But didn't you want to walk?
-Well, just a little.

It's good for your circulation,
but bad for your back.

Taxi!

-Do you want a drink?
-A beer.

A whiskey soda and a beer.

Martin, where are you going?

I'll be back in a minute.

I can't come to the phone,
leave your message after the tone.

Salva....

You're not there. Okay.
This afternoon was funny, wasn't it?

I hope you didn't take it seriously.

Listen, I need to speak to you
because I think they're....

They're calling me. I'll phone you later.

-Hey, you!
-Who, me?

That son of a bitch!

Wait a minute!

The son of a bitch will pay.

-Where are you?
-Motherfucker!

He'll fucking pay.

Where are you hiding?

Faggot! Maybe he went this way.

Come on.

-What's up, man?
-No, please. I'm going to pay.

-Yes, you'll pay. If not, you won't leave!
-I need a few days.

-I can't now. I'm broke.
-Then you shouldn't have asked!

It's a lot. I need time.

A lot of money? ESP 1,600?
I'm not even demanding a cover.

-It was imported whiskey.
-ESP 1,600?

You should've said so.
ESP 1,600 is no problem. ESP 1,600?

It's okay. Yes, yes.

Keep the change. ESP 1,600.

Wait for me there and don't move.

Don't answer the phone or the intercom...

...and don't make any calls,
or open the door to anyone.

-Don't go near the windows.
-But--

Please don't ask any questions.

-Your coffee.
-Excuse me.

-Has Salva been in today?
-I don't know any Salva.

Yes, Salva. He's got a beard.

He was here with me, about a week ago.
We sat at this table, talking.

-I don't remember.
-You remember. You've got to remember.

You know him. He comes here a lot.
He spoke with you.

-I don't know him.
-You know him, of course you do.

He knew your name, he called you Paco!
Fuck, he said Paco!

Just another lunatic.

Paco's

It's a busy night.

That's the fourth ambulance I've passed
with its siren on.

Three stabbings already. Three.

And when things start like this,
they don't stop.

I know from experience.

I've smelled it since I came out.
It smelled weird.

I can smell it, you know.

Don't ask me why, but I smell it.

It's in the air.

Smell, smell.

Smell! It won't kill you.

What, can't you smell it?

The truth is, I can't.

It stinks.

It smells different, like blood.

FOR RENT

Christ!

-What are you doing?
-It smells.

-Don't you smell it?
-No, what?

Can't you smell something?

-Good. How many were there?
-I don't know. I didn't see anything.

Motherfuckers.

What were they looking for? Money?
Did they take any?

I'm carrying it. They want me.

-You? Why?
-Because. Let's go somewhere safe.

-Where?
-A friend's house.

-What friend?
-Come on.

His name's Rafa. I want you to meet him.
He's like a brother to me. We're close.

-We studied together.
-Oh, really?

-It went well for you, but not for him.
-Yes.

-What's that?
-This? Nothing.

Rafa is okay, but he has weird habits.

He says that this way
the contamination can't enter.

I thought it was stupid as well
when he told me.

But you've got to see
how healthy the guy is.

You never hear him cough.

Make yourself at home. There are T-shirts
in the third drawer of the chest.

You do know each other well.

Martin, what's going on?

Nothing.

Something that's getting complicated.
I went to see some people. Nevermind.

-What is it?
-It's a long, complicated story.

-But is it dangerous?
-Yes, very. Let me hide.

-And what's the story?
-You wouldn't understand.

-Try me.
-I can't talk, it's a secret.

Martin, I'm so glad to see you.
Oh, yes. You're not alone.

I saw her yesterday through the peephole.
Is that where she's from?

-Where?
-Norway.

-She's not Norwegian.
-She looks it. She's beautiful enough.

-She's from Soria.
-Her parents aren't Norwegian?

-No.
-Is she there?

Yes, but she won't come out.
She's very shy.

-Of course. It must be so cold in Norway.
-She's not from Norway.

I'm so happy to see you with company.
You needed it, wherever she's from.

Come on, Rosa....

-Are you all right?
-I'm fine.

-You don't look well.
-Because I've never looked well!

It was the first thing the doctor said.
Boy or girl?

A boy, but he doesn't look well.

You're not well.

You're in trouble, aren't you?

Yes.

Can I help you?

Yes.

Salva, where've you been? Finally.

I don't know. Everything. I need help.

Salva, they're after me.

But it's a lot of money!

But what do you think? I need help!

Yes, I know where that is.

At 8:00 p.m. Okay. Don't let me down.

Yes. I'll be there.

-Finished?
-Yes.

-How did it go?
-Fine, Rosa, fine.

Come with me.

Take this.

-What are you doing?
-Keep it. I heard you.

It suddenly appeared in the mailbox.

It's from one
of those phone-in radio shows.

And I didn't even phone in.

That's it. I don't want it.

-But it's yours.
-Yes, but you need it more.

What about your back?
With this, you could give up cleaning.

No, I couldn't.

It's my job.

Are they his?

-Do you like them?
-A lot.

-I don't know why.
-Because they've got their backs turned.

With their backs turned,
people are more sincere.

It's true, you can lie with your face,
or with your mouth, with your eyes...

...and with your words,
but with our backs turned we never lie.

Do you think I'm sincere?

What?

Look me in the eye.
Do you think I'm sincere?

Of course. And me?

-You? Yes, aren't you?
-I'd never lie to you.

-And I'd never lie to you either.
-Sincerity is important.

-Very important.
-The most important thing.

He hasn't taken a photo for 10 years.

-Doesn't he like it anymore?
-He can't. He sold his camera.

Anyway, he wouldn't know
how to anymore.

-Why not?
-Because he wouldn't.

Like everything else,
without practice, you forget.

Taking photos, riding a bike or a balloon,
it's all the same.

Swimming or....

Or what?

Or anything.

You have to practice. A lot.

-They're after me. They followed me!
-Calm down!

How do you expect me to be calm?
They're everywhere!

In restaurants, discos.

-You're exaggerating.
-I'm not exaggerating. It's true.

I went to the nursing home.
There was nothing there.

No old people, no se�ora, nothing.

And I'm sure I'm being watched.

-By whom?
-Them.

They went into my house and searched it
drawer by drawer. They even hit Lola!

-Hit her?
-On the head. With something heavy.

-Not heavy enough.
-Come on.

She looks like an angel,
but she's an insect.

Don't start that again, please.

-Help me.
-But how?

-I don't know, talk to them.
-What do you mean?

Tell them I'm a good guy,
that I'll pay, I just need time.

You'll pay?

Yes, we'll see how.
I've got something left.

We could bet on the horses
at the racetrack.

-Or buy shares on the stock exchange.
-You exchanged your life.

-You're my accountant.
-You fired me.

Don't tell me you believed me.
I didn't fire you.

I just got a bit mad and lost my patience.

It's just that we rich people
are very impatient.

I'll try. I can't make any promises. I'll try.

-I'll speak to them tomorrow.
-Thanks.

Hide at home, don't move. Stay there.
By the way, where do you live?

I'll write it down.
I'll get some paper, okay?

What? Looking in the mirror?

Hey, kids. Daddy's home!

You're an insect. A dangerous insect.
You turned his house over.

It was you! You were after his money.
Since the first day, since the party.

You're not even a waitress.
I could tell. You were awful.

With your innocent, poor-girl act,
with your backpack and cheap perfume.

I'm on to you, Lolita.
You're not the first, you know.

You're all the same. I can spot you
from a distance the moment I see you.

I don't know, it's a sixth sense I've got,
and do you know why?

-Because you're just the same.
-Exactly.

But this is different.

-Oh, yeah? Why?
-Because of Martin.

He's different. I like him.

You like him. Well, that I didn't know.
That's just perfect.

"I like him," says Lola.
I said you were all the same.

I'm sorry. You're the best.
The best by far.

"I like him." She's great!

What's up? Can't I--

You can't. You're a professional.
And a professional shouldn't mix things up.

I'll tell you just once, disappear.
Today. Or I'll tell him everything.

-He wouldn't believe you.
-Try.

Salva, my friend. You're the best.
I can really count on you.

-Where's Rafa? When will he be back?
-He won't.

He killed himself.

-Really?
-Really.

A week or so ago.

-Poor guy.
-Not poor, the guy was an arsehole.

He didn't understand life.
He'd begun to hate it.

And if when you start hating life,
it starts hating you.

It's the pits, believe me.

Each problem, no matter how small,
becomes the world...

...everything is enormous, deformed,
monstrous, unbearable.

That's what happened to Rafa.
He didn't understand. Life is different.

Life is enjoying each day, enjoying Friday,
being fucked on a Monday...

...playing in parks, crying in hospitals....

Hugging the people who hug you, and not
hugging those that don't, it doesn't matter.

And facing all your problems,
large or small.

And sometimes overcoming them,
and sometimes not.

Getting rid of them.

Falling down, getting up...

...and getting up again,
as many times as necessary.

That's all, more or less.

Did you ever talk to him like that?

No. It wouldn't have mattered.
He wouldn't have understood.

-Why not?
-Because it's the truth, and the truth hurts.

He wouldn't have listened. He was deaf.

And blind, he couldn't see anything.
All in all, a disaster.

Do you miss him?

No, not at all.

You're right, the truth hurts.

-What's up?
-I'm leaving, can't you see?

I can see that, but why?

It's not going to work.
It'll get fucked up any day now.

We're two different things.
It'll get fucked up.

-That's all. Period.
-Why? What if we're not so different?

Believe me. I'm not what I seem.

No one is what they seem. Me neither.

I don't mean that. I'm not talking about
things changing later...

...you snoring at night, or liking football...

...or your hair falling out
and going bald at 40 like your father.

I'm talking about something else.

I'm not what you think I am.

And neither are you.

I love you.

Hi, Martin.

Hi, Pilar.

Shut up, for fuck's sake!

-Fuck, you're hurting me.
-Don't shout.

What's wrong?

Fuck!

I was worried. You weren't here.
I thought something happened.

That's why I came in. I'm sorry, okay?

It went badly, didn't it?

Did it go badly?

I did the best I could.

-You have to leave.
-It's happening so quickly.

-They want their money.
-They go can fuck themselves.

No. They won't go fuck themselves.
You have to leave.

These guys can be really evil. You haven't
seen them angry. They can be terrible.

I've seen them do things
with fingernails that you.... What?

For God's sake, forget Lola.
You have more serious problems.

-I love her.
-You don't fucking love her!

She's hot, period. She has a good arse...

...but to say you love her?

You can't love anyone
when you're about to die!

How do you know?
Have you spoken to her?

No, you've looked at her arse,
but you haven't spoken to her.

You don't know her.

She's an insect.

I still have friends on the force.
Prison is a good place for networking.

She wasn't after you on purpose.
She just happened to come upon you.

What a bitch!

She turned your house over.
She hit herself.

-Did you see her bleed?
-No, she said she had "haemopatitis."

Haemopatitis.

An excess of white blood cells.
That's why she didn't bleed.

Haemopatitis. The girl's amazing.

-But why?
-She was after your chequebook.

-But she didn't find it.
-No. I had it on me.

Good job. Have you kept an eye on it?

Yes.

Bitch!

-Does she have your signature?
-I don't know.

Think. Have you ever signed anything
she could make a copy of?

-I think so.
-Well, that's that. She has it.

"We're different things."
Of course we're different things.

You're a fucking bitch, and I'm not.
I'm an idiot.

I spent the last week of my life with a...

-...bitch!
-Forget about her. She's not worth it.

And anyway, Brazil is full of Lolas,
mulatto Lolas.

Brazil, why Brazil?

Because it's better than Venezuela.
I'll explain.

I put what you had left in a secure account.
Calm down, she hasn't touched it.

It's in your name
at the Bank of S�o Paulo...

...branch 112, account number 110947.
It's a normal account.

Four and a half, not bad for Brazil.
With the crisis, rates might go down.

Direct flight, no transfers.
A car will meet you at the airport.

And a room at the Garota Dourada.

Tell them to give you a room at the back.

I've been there, you'll like it.

Don't thank me. I charged another
ESP 200,000 commission.

Don't look at me like that.
Aren't I your accountant? Come on.

Is there anything
that could be an emergency exit?

Last call, flight 4119 to S�o Paulo.

What?

Nothing. I'm not sure.

There must be another solution.

Running solves nothing.
I'm leaving a lot unresolved.

Forget about her!
She's a thief! She's not for you.

I need to talk to her. Just once.
To tell her what I think.

Well, call her up.
We're saving your life. Can't you see?

-"We"? Who's "we"?
-We are. Me and you. The "royal we."

Anyway, it's not just Lola.

Martin. I'm risking my life.
I shouldn't be doing this.

You're going, but I'm staying.

-It's me.
-What do you mean?

I'm sick of running. I don't want
to run away. I prefer to fight.

Fight? Have you seen those guys?
It won't be a fight. lt'll be a massacre.

I don't care. I prefer that.
I want to live, for fuck's sake, live!

Can't you understand?

If you really want to live,
catch that plane, now.

Run!

I'll sort it out.

Good luck!

-Did I hurt you?
-Be fucking careful.

You know it's sore, and you go hit me.

-Go to the doctor, or it'll become chronic.
-I didn't mean to.

Didn't mean to? You never mean to.
The other day you didn't mean to.

Martin, please.

I know you're there. Open up!

Hi.

-Sorry.
-You're Martin's girlfriend, aren't you?

You don't know how happy it makes me,
he really needed one.

And you're so cute.

I never saw him with anyone like you
in the 10 years we've been neighbours.

Neighbours?

He's taken photos of you?
He took one of me from the back.

No one understands that guy.

I don't think he's in.
Why don't you come in for a coffee?

We can get to know each other.
After all, we'll be neighbours.

So, this isn't his friend's house?

Whose friend's house?
Martin's got no friends. How's Norway?

-I think it's broken.
-No, man, no. How could it be broken?

I was just passing by...

...and I thought I'd go see Lolita
and her little sister.

This is really neat!

But, hey, look, this is me.

Were you so in love with me
that you wrote my name everywhere?

Or were you just playing games with me?

Both.

-Are they compatible?
-Yes, I tricked you.

I took up with you to rob you.
But things changed.

Once I knew you, it was harder to rob you.
I fell in love with you.

-Liar!
-That's why I left. I couldn't carry on.

Liar. You're a liar.
All that about your sister.

Didn't you live with her? Where is she?
Because I can't see her.

Little sister, where are you?

Where are you? Don't hide.
I can't see you. Maybe you don't exist.

-What's her name?
-Ginny.

Gin is what you drink!

She's not here
because she's in the hospital.

The bills aren't cheap,
I have to get the money from somewhere.

Waitresses don't earn much, you know.
Her family is all she has.

She can't move.

She didn't like life, she began to hate it.

And if you start hating life,
life starts hating you.

I expect she was a coward
and decided to get out.

Like your friend.

-Like your friend, "Rafa."
-Liar.

You tricked me before.
I don't have to believe you.

Are you talking to me about sincerity?

What about being a millionaire,
the company, Rafa's house?

-Who's Rafa?
-That's different.

-It's not so different.
-It is.

It's the same.

I tricked you to rob you,
and you tricked me to get laid.

Yes. And you know what?
It wasn't worth it.

Give me the chequebook.

-What chequebook?
-The one you took from my house, thief!

What? I don't have any chequebook.

-Lola, please!
-I swear.

How do you want me to say it,
with my back turned?

I wasn't going to come,
I was afraid to see you...

...but now I'm glad I did.

You can keep it. The account is empty.

Salva, it's Martin, I want to see you.

Where do you think? No, you listen.

At 2:45 p.m. On Senate Corner. Alone.

If you got a tip for every passenger....
Work it out.

At an average of ESP 25,
600 passengers a day....

-This is serious money.
-But why would they give you a tip?

They give waiters tips. It's the same thing.

-They're given it for service.
-We take people home, isn't that service?

-ESP 15,000.
-Every day. lmagine in a month.

I think it's obligatory in New York.

-Really?
-Yeah. And they're all Americans.

Fuck, Martin.

Didn't he get fired?

Hi.

Can I ask you a favour?

It's like a deodorant
with the little hole facing away.

And be careful.

Problems?

A few. Small ones.

THIRD FLOOR

-Hi. Good afternoon.
-Good afternoon.

Let's go, lvan.

Be cool!

Anyone who moves is dead meat!

Who is he?

At last I see the light
at the end of the tunnel.

Don't they know anything?

I promised my wife
she'd never have to visit me in jail again.

I try to keep my promise.

-But you're still working.
-Yes, for myself. It's safer.

-And the others?
-The others?

I want to see them. I've thought about it.

I'll work.

I'll put part of what I own in
a fixed-rate account and live off the rest.

There are my photos, too.
An expert told me they're pretty good.

We'll try to get them in a gallery.
If I sell....

I know what you'll say,
these are bad guys, but I'm bad, too.

And if it all works out,
I figure that in a couple of years....

There are no others.

-What do you think?
-There are no others.

-No others?
-There are no others.

You don't have to pay anything to anyone.

-What about the money?
-The money?

-Did you ever see any money?
-No.

-There you are.
-I didn't see it, but it was there.

I bought things, had expensive dinners.

It was there, but you never touched it.

You signed cheques,
you might've been signing napkins.

I did the negotiating in your name,
investing in the appropriate places...

...buying from group companies.

You were just a spender.
A person to spend for us.

-But why?
-We needed your financial identity.

To recycle ESP 100 million
without arousing suspicion.

We usually use people like you to spend
a certain quantity of dirty money...

...trying to reinvest
in the group it comes from.

It comes from them,
and goes back to them.

It all stays at home.

Fuck, I don't understand.

It's very simple.

We gave you the chips to play,
but it's our casino.

Right.

And the banker always wins.

Always.

Money laundering.

The last time I heard that
was in front of a judge.

And it's not a happy memory.

We followed you.
We knew where you were all the time...

...and what you were spending
our money on.

And you know what?

You were one of the best spenders
I've ever seen.

I knew it from the start.
This guy is good.

l couldn't let you get away.
And you were very good.

You let yourself go...

...until the insect appeared.
lt happens sometimes.

You're not the first to attract an insect
when lots of money is involved.

We call them insects
because they're difficult to eliminate.

This one was holding on tight.

She was endangering it all, and the money
was about to fly to another nest.

If things get complicated
we intervene with insecticide.

This time we didn't need to.

You're not the first.

We also use the suicidal ones.
If they change their mind...

...we get them out of the country.

And what's going to happen to me now?

The company thinks you're in Brazil.

You can do whatever you like.

You've got ESP 10,000 left.

Take her out to dinner.

I'm going. I've got work to do.

Don't complain.

You tried living it up, didn't you?

Come on, you're falling asleep.

Look at that for a present.

-But he's got pus in his teeth.
-You're either rich or good-looking.

You can't have it all.

You haven't seen Pretty Woman.

What's happening?
Look where you're going! Shit!

How did you find me?

Looking for you.

-I've got lots to tell you.
-Not here. Let's go.

Wait, I'll get changed.

-How's it going, Martin?
-Good.

If the markets don't calm down,
we'll have to raise prices ourselves.

Probably.

If we want things to liven up a little....

Fuck! She's not bad.

-At least a nine.
-A nine?

You don't think? You think that's high?

Eight and a half?

What happened?

The martini was a little loaded. Let's go.

-This isn't how it goes.
-Why?

Wait. You hardly know me.

Nor you me.

-Lola.
-Martin.

-What do you do?
-I rob the rich.

And you?

Me?

I drive people.

Let's say I take them
where they really want to go.

What are you, a magician or something?

A bus driver.