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I looked everywhere. It’s not there. Not in my room or the bathroom.

It can’t be in the bathroom.

-Just look in the drawers. -It’s not there.

Whatever. Just find it. Go.

The last time I saw it you had it in your hand.

-I did? -Yes.

That’s nonsense, come on.

Find it.

-Come on, Mom. -I said no!

Why can’t you do it?

I can’t. I really can’t because I’m already late.

That’s it.

Miss Vanesa.

Mom, I remembered. It’s in the car.

-That’s it. -Please, it’s just a sec.

-I’ll check the car and be right back. -Miss Vanesa.

I really can’t. I have to go.

-Mom, come on. -I said no.

Mom, no, please! It’s always the same with you.

Miss Vanesa!

Miss, the plumber is coming today, don’t forget.

Ok, Celia, got it.

No! I can’t come get you at school.

Enough! I said no.

If I say no, it’s no.

OK, I’ll look for it.

Here we go.

Thanks.

Hey there.

-How are you? -Fine.

-Did you order? -No, I was waiting for you.

I came as soon as I could.

No problem.

Everyone was there.

-Lots of filmmakers, producers. -Well, look at you!

Yes.

The big shot was there. They even interviewed me.

That’s good.

Hello! Good evening. Are you ready to order?

Let’s see.

I’d like this one. -Mushroom crisp. -Very good.

-And spring water, still please. -Ok.

Thank you.

Let’s see, these appetizers...

does it come with any dressing, or something like that?

No, no dressing.

Ok.

Are they raw?

No, they are cooked. One of the house favorites.

And no salt, is that possible?

No salt, fine.

Ok.

-Right, bring him the appetizers. -Right, no salt please.

The “gyozas.”

Shall I take the plates?

-Yes. -Thanks.

Miguel Vázquez was there.

So?

-He loved my work. -Told you so.

-Told you so. -Yes.

He even said he had a part for me in his next movie.

He said he’d call me next week.

-Really? -Yeah!

-Congratulations. -Yes, I’m happy.

I am very happy.

It’s everything you wanted.

Well, yes. Anyway, one step at a time.

The world is yours woman.

And how are you?

Alive.

Thanks.

Well...

I knew this meeting was a bit too soon.

You said you weren’t ready yet.

That you were still figuring things out.

But I need to submit the final chapters.

Yes, of course. And I need to know if we’ll continue to work together.

Right.

If it’s up to me, we will.

It’s important for me to have this project right now.

It’s my story too.

Yes, of course.

Anyway, we’ll see what’s left of the wreckage.

Right.

Did you notice?

I put on weight.

Yes, I can tell.

You look better.

Eight pounds.

Oh, maybe it’s the cortisone.

I’ve been cooking.

You have? Good!

I made those fritters...

The green-leaf fritters.

Yeah. They came out pretty good.

No kidding.

It seems I’m a good cook.

Next week...

-It’s your last check-up, right? I know. At last.

Well...

Last time I did most of the talking, so...

I really would like to listen to you.

Actually, I come in peace.

Great.

For starters, I already said I’m sorry.

I’d like us to talk about...

how in the last few weeks I felt under surveillance

Wait a minute, stop right there.

I need more from you.

What do you mean, you said you are sorry?

Oh, I’m happy to hear you don’t want to fight.

You started all wrong.

Enjoy.

Wow.

They are so good.

So?

Well, right...

I was careless.

But you were spying on me.

Oh, so it’s my fault then?

I was true to myself...

because there is no such thing as faithfulness.

I mean, all men do it.

What matters is that you shouldn’t have found out about it.

And, Vane, you only knew because you went digging.

But you sowed our relationship with mistrust...

because of your lies.

Wait.

I wasn’t on the up and up.

Whatever.

It was enough to turn me into a jealous woman.

That’s why it ended.

Did you go to your check up?

Yes.

-What did he say? -Not much. He increased the cortisone.

That’s why you put on weight.

Wait, it's still open.

It was just once, Vane.

In another country.

If all this hadn’t happened...

it would have meant nothing.

What about the other chat, doesn’t she live here?

"Darling. Gorgeous. I love you."

No, no. You are taking words out of context.

That was a friendly chat.

-Don’t underestimate me. -I don’t underestimate you.

I don’t say things like that to anyone but you.

You lied too.

You were reading my messages.

Weren’t you?

And you didn’t tell me.

Isn’t that so?

What were you expecting? What did you want to prove?

I was giving you the chance to tell me the truth.

Since when have you been spying on me?

Since you were admitted to the hospital.

I couldn’t stand it when you deleted messages.

I deleted them because... because I sensed you were reading them.

-Ha. -Well, yes.

So, you admit to flirting in the messages.

No, woman.

I deleted everything. All my messages.

You were driving me crazy. What are you talking about?

You’re an asshole.

Hey, admit what your distrust triggered.

You won’t admit anything?

I should have kicked you out the first day you lied to me.

We had an agreement to be faithful.

An agreement? What are you talking about?

What agreement?

Love matters. What agreement?

Love? Love?

So when your ex asked you if you were in love with me...

you replied: "What is love?"

That’s the love you mean?

Listen to yourself.

Listen to yourself.

I was under surveillance, at all times.

Can’t you see?

Did we have an agreement or not?

What agreement?

Love is what counts. What agreement?

We had an agreement.

But you were spying, looking at my Facebook.

There is an outside and an inside,

and what’s outside should not get inside.

What are you talking about?

Your Facebook account on my computer is my inside.

You didn’t feel guilty at all?

You checked my Facebook just like that?

And you didn’t feel guilty when you were fucking someone else?

Ok.

I was wrong.

I was unfaithful.

But, admit it, you were spying on me.

Admit it. Because that’s why it happened.

I can’t believe it.

I can’t believe this.

Excuse me.

What is the problem here?

That he cheated on me, or that I caught him doing it?

Are you nuts? Please calm down.

-We’ll be in touch. -Yes.

Oh, shit...

I was true to myself

because for me there is no such thing as faithfulness.

All men do it.

What matters is that you shouldn’t have known about it.

And, Vane, you only knew because you went digging.

Yes, Max, of course. Rest easy.

Ok.

Yes, consider it done.

Big kiss.

Good morning. How are you?

Hey, remember we have to send...

the corrections to Max by Monday?

Well, why don’t we write together...

all weekend?

Let’s do whatever we like without talking about what happened.

Do you feel like it? A weekend to indulge.

She is riding like crazy.

She gets...

-to the stables. -The stables.

She sees the hostler.

At this point, Claudia’s life is a train wreck.

The hostler saw her riding. He looks upset.

He says:

"Madam, that’s a horse, not a Mercedes."

She enters the stables.

Starts crying hysterically.

-The hostler... -Sees her.

He thinks it’s because of what he said. I got it.

"Madam, it’s no big deal."

"Sit down."

"Have some gin. It’ll do good."

"Thank you, thank you."

-He sees her foot. -He sees her foot.

"Madam, look at this.”

"Excuse me."

So he takes her foot, Lowers her...

he takes the boot off, her sock, he looks at her foot.

Sees the blood, takes the gin,

-Salt. -Ouch.

She kisses him.

"Oh, Gervasio."

"Nobody can know about this."

"Don’t worry, madam, There’s no one to tell."

She leaves.

She says she’s leaving, but she stays.

You’re a genius.

-Let’s go upstairs. -Yes.

Hey, honey.

How are you?

Alright?

Yes, I bought a strawberry shortcake.

Are you coming to dinner tonight?

Oh, is tomorrow better for you?

Ok.

So when do you propose to meet?

Wednesday?

Fine.

Is anything wrong?

Ok, yes. Are you coming here?

Oh, ok.

I don’t know, where do you want to go?

Ok, fine.

Bye.

Miguel Vazquez was there.

So?

- He loved my work. - Told you so.

Right, yes.

He even said he had a part for me in his next movie.

He said he’d call me next week.

-Really? -Yeah!

-Congratulations. -Yes, I’m happy.

It’s everything you wanted.

Well, yes. Anyway, one step at a time.

The world is yours woman.

No, no, no.

Going is a mistake.

Please, don’t. See...

that will scare him.

What do we have here?

Ok.

That’s it.

Allow me.

There you go.

So go then, apologize, and tell him you love him, right?

Pathetic!

-Hi.

-How are you? -Fine.

I sent you a message.

Yeah, I left my cell at home.

What time is it?

One minute to 9.

I’ll take it now and forget about it.

I sent you a message, I thought I’d be late.

But I got here first.

-Let’s see what they have. -Right.

Let’s see.

Excuse me.

-Restrooms? -Over there.

I’ll be with you in a sec.

-Yes, good evening. -Hello.

-A sparkling spring water. -Very well.

I need to apologize.

I said terrible things to you.

Things I don’t feel, that I’ve never said to anyone.

Things I don’t believe.

I don’t know.

I felt powerless listening to your explanations.

Yeah, well, maybe, maybe I wanted you to feel what I felt.

Well, I’ve been thinking a lot. I was very sad.

I was really very sad.

I want to say I’m sorry. And that I forgive you.

Well, I need to clarify the break-up.

Vane, we hurt each other a lot.

It’s true, like you said, I planted all the bombs.

But this in-between confuses me and I feel too vulnerable.

But...

I need to be alone.

I need to be alone.

I need to be alone, imagine myself with someone else.

Are you leaving me? You’re leaving me?

I don’t know what the future is.

Now? Just when I thought we could have another chance.

-Vane. -Change what happened to us.

Listen, when we talked on Friday I knew you would react like this.

I listened to you. If you didn’t want to listen to me...

you could have sent a letter.

Ok. I'm coming forward.

Here we go.

Are you ready to order?

Ok, I’ll be back.

Why did you want to meet in a public place again?

Because I didn’t want you to cook.

-We could have gone to a park. -Oh, come on, a park?

With so much more to try still.

But I want to be alone.

Vane, I want to be alone.

Our hurting each other, my love couldn’t take it anymore.

You don’t love me? You didn’t love me?

It’s complicated, Vane. Love is complicated.

-That’s what I’m saying.

Are you going to doubt our love?

No, how could I doubt our love?

But did you love me or not?

Of course I loved you! Of course!

How couldn’t I?

All the beautiful moments we had.

What I’m saying is that it’s complicated.

See what happened to us?

How are you guys?

Fine.

Let’s see.

Is this the veggie bean?

-The veggie burger? -Right, a veggie burger.

Does it have salt? I can’t eat salt.

Order the hamburger.

Yes, sir, it has salt.

We could ask the cook.

No, fine, bring the burger.

Ok, what would you like?

Chickpea crisp. A slice of chickpea crisp.

-Nothing else? -Right.

So, what about Max?

Did he read what you sent?

I don’t know. I can’t.

I can’t.

I’m sorry.

- You know I talk about you at work all day.

- Yes or not? - Yes, yes.

Excuse me, I got them to make it with no salt.

Great.

Good evening, how are you?

Here's the menu.

I'll bring you some right away.

Vane, look.

I’d like us to be able...

to turn our love affair...

into a generous friendship.

I’d like us to keep writing the script together.

I’d also like to help you...

with the short film you are writing about us.

Because I think it’s great.

And it will do you good.

Miss Vanesa, how is the mister?

Fine. He’s fine.

Oh, remember to leave some money. The plumber’s coming back today.

Please, don’t forget, so he won’t complain.

Ok.

I’ll get it now, Celia.

Did you know they killed a bus driver? Seems he was a friend of my ex.

That’s why I need to leave early. There won’t be any buses later.

It’s so crazy, Miss Vanesa, what's going on.

You can’t walk safely on the street.

I can’t believe it.

I can’t understand it.

I try to piece it together and nothing makes sense.

Lying is a deliberate, conscious deceit.

It belies your trust in him.

Well, but I did look into his stuff.

Maybe if I hadn’t, we’d still be together.

His erratic behavior made you suspicious.

Yes, I suspected him.

Vane.

I couldn’t take it any longer when he said he was moving in...

after the operation.

God. Living with someone that you think is cheating on you.

And what about your movie?

Well, I’m kind of stuck.

Something about those three women.

Feminist narrative.

In Greek mythology...

and some of Shakespeare’s tragedies...

the purpose of the three women is to shatter our naïveté.

Right.

Right.

Yes, I asked for their help.

After this, that’s it.

I get through it all thinking I’ll come here after.

The danger...

Hey, wait!

Were you going to relax?

Let’s go!

Girls, we are leaving.

-Come on, Mom! -We’ve just arrived!

Never mind, a storm is coming.

-Are you kidding? -We’re leaving because of a storm?

-Come on, I don’t wanna leave. -I don’t care, I’m leaving.

It’s not fair!

-Mom, please. -We’re leaving.

Come on, Mom.

I’m listening.

Tea?

It’s delicious!

Ok. Let’s see. Eleven is your number.

Now, see, 11 is two ones.

One of the few numbers that you don’t add together.

You know.

One ‘1’ is bigger, the other ‘1’ is smaller.

The bigger ‘1’ is your alter ego.

And the smaller is you.

You tend to believe that the two ‘1s’ make a 2.

That’s wrong.

Number 2 is only useful...

when we don’t become symbiotic.

You have a tendency to do that.

Right.

To confuse 2 with ‘1’ and ‘1.’

Right, of course. I do everything in pairs.

-Is that so? -Yes.

I write with someone else. I’m always in a relationship.

I don’t know. I just can’t see myself on my own.

But this is a key moment for you.

It’s a turning point in your life.

You are accessing a higher level of consciousness...

about yourself.

You are opening yourself to reality, to your images.

To your future. Your present. Above all, your present.

Look, put your hands on your throat.

And say out loud:

Now.

-Now. -Just the present.

Now.

Thank you, my dear.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

I knew that you had split up, but I didn’t know all this.

You’re looking good.

Yeah, I’m still struggling though.

Well, yeah.

But to make a movie with all that.

That’s a lot.

Yes, a lot.

I’ll bring you the script, see what you think of it.

Ok.

I really see you directing.

Oh, thanks.

It’s true.

You know, there’s something about you that goes perfectly with this role.

This character?

Meaning you.

Right, I mean me.

What do you think?

Sitting in a restaurant, across from each other.

The camera is far away, right? Objective. It sees them.

But it doesn’t get close. It’s not in the scene with them.

A travelling shot. There they are.

The tension builds up between them. Nothing happens. Camera stays put.

It’s waiting, just waiting. Tension. Tension.

Tension on them.

Who is that?

No one, no one.

Come on, your face lit up.

Go on, get it. Then we can go on.

Just a sec, I’ll get it.

Sorry, that’s it. Let’s go on.

-Yes. -Yes.

You know what?

I’m suddenly seeing a Hoffman palette.

Red and green. Contrasts.

Yes, I like that!

Building up the tension between them.

Right.

Get ready everyone.

-Shit.

-Go fuck yourself. -Fuck you.

Vane, with what we have...

this staging...

we need to fill it up.

Some glitter on them.

But we’ve got it.

Perfect, perfect.

Why did you delete all your messages?

I deleted them because I knew you were reading them.

That’s why.

Won’t you admit it was a flirty chat?

Let’s see, guys. Good, that’s it. Perfect.

Julia, from here. Right from here.

More hurt. More sorrowful.

Listen to what he’s saying.

Don’t cross your legs.

-Yes. -Come on.

You mean, more vulnerable?

Exactly, more vulnerable. More vulnerable.

-Let’s do it? -Yes.

Sorry, can we start over?

Yes, of course.

My legs were crossed.

-They were. -What a moron.

-Come on, again. -Right. Right.

Why did you delete all your messages?

I deleted them because I knew you were reading them.

That’s why.

That’s why.

Won’t you admit it was a flirty chat?

I deleted every chat. All of them.

I knew you were reading them. You were making me crazy.

Making you crazy?

-Julia. -You are an asshole.

Julia, listen. Allow me.

Watch for a bit.

-Yes. -Yes.

You know what? I think my character...

is fuzzy in the script.

I feel you should rewrite something there.

It would solve everything.

Let’s take five, Manu, please?

Great.

Shit, shit, shit! And double shit!

She can’t even walk! Did you see that?

Take it easy. Julia is not the problem.

Excuse me? What do you mean?

The problem is with the script.

Do you know how much money I’ve put into this already?

I also put my money in it.

Hey, just listen to me.

And don’t interrupt, please.

What if she enters the bar...

sees him, and she feels something totally different...

from what she thought she’d feel.

See? Instead of getting mad and coming across as bitter...

she’s relaxed.

Hi, Vane. My class is just starting.

I’ll go later, like we said, and we’ll work on “Train Wreck.”

I won’t stay for dinner. I have to get up early tomorrow.

Ok. See you.

Hi, Vane. How are you?

Hope you are well.

With Joaco and all.

We saw him on Saturday, he told us he broke up with you.

I feel so bad with what’s happening.

I say this because even if everything seems lost...

miracles do happen, right?

And if they don’t, well baby, there’s always a silver lining.

Ok, hold on there, chin up.

Hey, how’s it going?

I can’t today.

Come on Thursday.

We’ll have dinner and talk about “Train Wreck.”

Come at 9.

Bye.

It’s his own narrative to justify his wrongdoing.

Worried and concerned about what others will think.

I can’t see a way out for him.

He is going through what we call a narcissistic retaliation.

He is withdrawn into himself.

His fragile health has changed his paradigm.

And he can’t fight back like he’s done before.

There is so much to deal with...

that he is running on empty.

That’s right, for me it’s love and money.

And for him it’s health, love, and money.

That’s why, like a crybaby, he wanted you...

to accept him unconditionally.

Even after sleeping with another woman.

That’s why you are saying I left him?

Because I wouldn’t accept his new terms...

the fact that he broke the rules.

Well no, you couldn’t.

Other women can deal with it, you can’t.

It would be deadful to accept it.

What an interesting new word.

Isn’t that the way you say it?

That’s the way you put it. So that’s the way it is, for you.

Yes. For me, it’s a combination of dreadful and deathly.

What might be the benefit of choosing broken guys?

It’s good.

The dialogues just flow.

I think she should be even more wrecked.

I mean, more exposed.

And he needs to react.

Yell at her.

-Or he has to yell at the... -But that’s not what happened.

But we are talking about the movie.

-Oh, right. -Ok.

Yes, we are talking about my movie.

I think a change of rhythm would be good at the end.

Reality has no truth in fiction.

Thank goodness!

Because the two screenwriters I consulted with...

can’t see a way out for you.

Either you are a shithead, or you are an asshole.

Oh, that’s good.

So, you can call it, “Joaco’s Downfall.”

Oh, come on.

Yes, yes. It’s not me, Vane.

It’s never me.

I mean, even when it’s me, it’s not me.

Want one?

Hey, Martín is quite good.

Martin is very good. He’s superb.

He blended in.

His tone?

His tone is also good. He nailed it.

He really got it, and he’s happy with the job.

That’s good.

Yes.

Did you read the “Train Wreck” scene?

Number 86. I sent it to you.

Yes, I did.

So? It’s quite good, right?

Uh, yeah. More or less. I’m not sure.

What?

I thought it was naïve.

Naïve?

Think about it.

This guy is very powerful.

He is in his office, with two prostitutes.

One is already showing a breast.

Well, yes but, it’s 1977.

Carlos, insatiable power junkie and a tycoon, is impotent.

-His wife is... -Yes, I know.

We wrote it together.

-Ok. -He’s in his office.

With two prostitutes, who are doing their job.

Almost naked.

But for Carlos that’s nothing new.

Almost naked.

-Nothing new? -Well, yes.

A guy with two hookers, in his office.

That’s everyday stuff?

But something else turns him on. The guy’s a sicko.

I don’t know.

I can imagine him sitting on an armchair.

Holding a glass of whiskey.

One of the hookers is naked, with a black belt...

with two dildos strapped to it...

one in her pussy, the other in her ass.

Wait, wait.

The other one is also naked, wearing stilettos.

What is she doing? She dances against the glass.

-Ok, I got it. -And while...

Ok, ok, wait now.

While the other one watches...

Because, what turns him on the most?

Humiliating women.

I got it. I got it. Drop that.

I got it. I’m telling you I got it.

Oh, all right, yes.

But I’m in the middle of the creative process.

I’m talking and you interrupt me.

-I can’t think like this. -Well, but you go on and on.

I know, but that’s what I always do. I always do that.

Ok, you always do it. But it’s not like that anymore.

It’s not.

Exactly.

But it’s really good.

It’s good.

So let’s do it like we used to.

-Why not... you write it down. -No, no, no.

You explained it to me. You should write it.

It makes sense.

What’s wrong? Why are you being so hostile?

What do you mean hostile?

You are hostile.

You’ve been mistreating me since I picked you up.

-No, no. -Yes, yes.

Listen, I cook for you, I serve you the tea you love.

I bring you home.

Why did you bring me here? So you could lash out at me?

I brought you home because it’s raining.

It’s not raining anymore.

See? You mistreat me.

Listen...

We are working at your house.

We are working on the next feature.

We are working on your short film.

About us.

Do you want to know why Martin liked it so much?

Because I said great things about you.

I don’t know.

You create this unnatural distance that's unbearable.

You’re right, yes. These are different times.

We are not a couple anymore.

And we are not friends either.

That’s how it is.

I mean, I, you...

I know nothing about your life and you know nothing about mine.

That’s how it is.

It’s time for mourning, Vane.

You don’t love me anymore? You don’t want me anymore?

No.

I believe you.

Then let’s not see each other, for a while.

Because it’s very hard for me.

Very well.

The glass is misty.

Believe me, you are better off without him.

Yes. I don’t know.

Let’s build a fire!

A fire?

A fire. A bonfire.

Okay.

-Right? -Ok, I’ll call the caretaker.

What caretaker? We’ll do it.

-A bonfire. -Us?

A giant...

bonfire.

Let’s use all that wood.

But can we do it?

Of course!

-Ok, let’s do it. -Super bonfire.

The largest bonfire in town, ok?

-Of course. -Let’s do it.

-Wow, look at this. -Wicked.

It’s a huge fire.

Look at it! I can’t believe it.

Look at those crackling embers.

Wait a minute.

I’ve got something to tell you.

Let me say one thing.

I...

I am never... how was that?

-It’s never me. -It’s never me.

I am not me.

Even when it’s me, it’s not me.

Martín, the actor who plays Joaco...

insists that he never loved her.

And that’s why he did what he did.

But I told him That’s as far as that character...

is able to love.

You insist on seeing him that way.

Nietzsche talked about false consciousness.

Joaco was a lying scoundrel.

Do you mean he deceived me?

Yes, an emotional deception.

He ignores the loss, and leaves you the dirty dishes...

for you to wash.

So, I guess time’s up?

Inevitably, she is the main character.

Girls, I’ll be back by 8.

-Oh. -Yes?

-Delivery for Vanesa. -Yes.

Well, thanks.

-Bye, thank you. -Goodbye.

Hey, Mano, what’s up with Vane?

-She must be on her way. -Is she coming?

-Yeah. -She didn’t call or anything.

-Good morning, everyone! -There she is.

Good morning.

You’ll see. You’ll see.

Fasten your seatbelts because there are a lot of changes.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Hi! -Hello.

To being with, take off the green dress.

Love it.

-Right? It’s so good. -Out with it, all of it.

Let’s move everything.

-I can hold the camera. -That’s it.

-It’s backlit, so it stands out. -Manu, move that.

Backlit, and I hold the camera.

-Mom!

What?

It’s not working.

Wait. Let’s see.

Wait.

See, this works like...

I’m sorry.

Cut!

Sound? Camera?

Perfect.

It’s a wrap!

Bravo!

Bravo, Lucía!

-Well done, congratulations. -Congratulations.

Very good, my dear.

Thank you.

So good.

Congratulations.

Did you like it?

Yes.

Thanks.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

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