All language subtitles for Un Buen Día (2010) - Película Completa [tBUPFXqBuDE]

A Good Day

Six, seven,

eight, nine,

ten...

eleven,

twelve,

eighteen,

nineteen,

twenty,

twenty-one,

sixteen,

seventeen,

eighteen,

nineteen,

twenty,

sixteen,

seventeen,

Fabi, it's Mom.

It worries me not
being able to talk to you,

it's been a long time
since you don't answer me.

I suppose it must be because
of the final exam, I think...

...it was today, well, I don't know...

If it's today, I wish you all
the luck of the world.

I'll call you tomorrow,
I love you, my little girl.

- Five...
- Remember it always.

Six, seven...

Hello Greg, this is Chris,
call me when you can.

He doesn't live anymore...

"A GOOD... A SHITTY DAY
SCREENPLAY"

Niki, what's up?

I made the paper, man

No, I didn't put my last name,
nobody here pronounces it right anyway.

No, thanks, but waiting tables
isn't for me,

I feel better painting.

Besides, just so you know,
I got a job for tomorrow. Seriously.

No, no. I'm not working today.
I'm gonna stay...

I don't know, I'm taking the day
to continue the screenplay.

Just so you know, dummy,
the movie will be released someday

and I don't plan on inviting you.
You'll have to buy a ticket.

Alright, call me when
you leave the gym. Bye.

What a total "pelotuda"!

Argentinian.

The word "pelotuda" totally gave you away.

- I'm Argentinian too. A Boca fan.
- River.

Then we'd better not talk about football.

I'm Manuel.

Is shaking hands sexual harassment?

No, no. It's not harassment. I think.

Let me buy you another coffee, sit down.

What were you drinking?
What do you like? Let's see

- No, it's fine.
- Vanilla latte, same as me,

- I'll order you another.
- No!

Give me a bit of yours.

Alright, here, drink it all if you want,
I haven't even touched it.

No, it's fine, I just want a bit,
I always leave more than half.

We can share my cup then,
I'm not contagious.

I am...

Do you mind if I stay at your table?
They're all taken.

No, your presence doesn't
bother me, miss... miss?

What are you asking me?
If I'm a virgin?

- No.
- Then why the "miss"?

I was hoping you'd tell me your name.

I'm Fabiana Liborino.

Nice to meet you, Fabiana Liborino.
I'm Manuel, no last name.

- Why no last name?
- Because actually

my last name is Patiño, but
nobody here pronounces the "Ñ"

so I prefer no last name.

Nice to meet you, Manuel no last name.

- What's your movie about?
- What movie?

The one you're writing.

What makes you think
I'm writing a movie?

Your computer. Long Beach is
like any city in Los Angeles.

If you walk into a coffee shop
and see a guy

typing away, with his eyes
glued to his computer

he's definitely writing a movie.

You're generalizing,
and it's not good to generalize.

It's like thinking that
because a man cheated on you...

all men are unfaithful.

Maybe.

Then what are you doing
with your computer?

I'm sorry for not being original.
I'm writing a movie.

- A comedy?
- I don't know,

I don't think it'll turn
out to be much of a comedy.

- What is it about?
- The perspective of an Argentine

- living here.
- You're wasting your time.

If you're writing it in English,
let me tell you that gringos don't give

a shit about what happens
to an Argentine here.

- Are you writing it in English?
- No, in Spanish.

And you think Argentines back home
care about how an Argentine lives here?

Look, if you tell them this is paradise

and you made a fortune, your
movie will be a flop because you'll

make them feel like failures.

Now, if you tell the truth, that here
you have to work like a beast

just to make a buck,
they won't believe you.

Argentines back home think
that those of us here

are rolling in cash while
picking lint out of our belly buttons.

Actually, I was thinking of a love story.

Does it have a happy ending?

- Yes, maybe.
- They'll believe you even less,

unless you sell it as Sci-Fi.

Don't you believe in love?

Now you're going to tell me love exists

and that it makes us better people,

and in ten minutes you'll ask me
to go to bed.

Don't waste your breath,
Manuel no last name.

I know the Argentine smooth talk.

And I know the Argentine pain.
And the anguish.

Argentine pain, ugh.
That sounded very nationalistic.

Oh, I know, now you're
going to tell me that

we Argentines have
the best player in the world

and also the greatest
pain in the universe, right?

If you want to cry, you can.

Are you stupid?
Who told you I want to cry?

Do you really think Messi
is the best player in the world?

- Who?
- Messi.

I was talking about Maradona.

Maradona.

- How long have you lived here?
-Uff, a lifetime.

I came here after the
De la Rúa mess, back in 2002.

Why did you come?

My dad convinced me
to come study medicine.

He's a doctor.

So you're going to be a doctor soon.

No, I switched to law.

But please don't say
I'm going to be a lawyer soon.

- Did you drop out?
- Drop it.

Alright, I'll drop it.

Did you actually want to come
study here, or did your dad force you?

- My dad never forced me to do anything.
- Do you get along with him?

- Not anymore.

When I switched to law,
he took it as a betrayal.

I'm dead to him.

And what about you? Did you come
to fulfill your dream of being a writer?

- And an actor.
- You want to be an actor?

I am one. I don't work
as an actor, but I am one.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.
- You didn't offend me, it's fine, drop it.

It bothered you that I
didn't tell you about myself.

I stopped you and now
you're getting revenge.

We're even.

I wanted to be a lawyer because
a guy I adored was going to be a lawyer.

- I wanted to be like him.
- You wanted to be a man?

Haha, I wanted to be a lawyer like him.
Share everything with him.

- Besides, this is the country for lawyers.
- Yeah.

I wanted to stay and live here forever.

- You don't want to stay forever anymore?
- I can't stay forever anymore.

Oh, that guy you adored...
he left you.

So you're an actor.
How's Hollywood treating you?

Going from audition to audition,
I've done about a thousand.

- Any luck?
- Well, I was picked

for a commercial,
but that was two years ago.

- Oh, so you work as a model.
- No, it was just one commercial, nah.

I'm a painter, but
nothing like Van Gogh.

I didn't cut off an ear or
anything, I paint houses.

If you paint, then you're
good with your hands.

If I say yes, right after that
I'll have to ask you to go to bed,

- so I'd better shut up.
- Yes, you'd better.

Painting is temporary until
I finish my screenplay.

Don't ever finish it.

Are you crazy? That's my
passport to the world I like.

- I'm going to finish it.
- You're a fool if you do.

Wait, listen to me, listen to me.
I don't understand.

- What do I gain if I don't finish it?
- Your dream.

If you finish it, most likely
nobody will make your movie.

You'll be left with no movie.
But what's worse,

- you'll be left without your dream.
- But my dream is the movie.

Your dream is your dream.

Your dream is what makes
every day different, look at yourself.

Today you woke up happy, glad,
because you were coming to write.

Your dream is what brought you here.

Your dream is what makes this...

a good day for you.

What?

You just said the title I had
for my movie: "A Good Day."

What do you mean "had"?
You don't have it anymore?

This morning I changed it
to "A Shitty Day."

Not bad. Shit is much more commercial.

I like it...

"A Good Day."

People don't have many good days.
And who knows?

Maybe they go to the movies
to see your good day.

- And what's your dream?
- To be an actress.

- Seriously?
- No.

You only make it to
Hollywood with big boobs.

I'd be disqualified before even starting.

Then I know, don't tell me,
your dream is to have big boobs.

I wish everything could be
solved with a boob job.

Come on, seriously, tell me,
what's your dream?

None.

I don't have dreams anymore.

They all wore out.

That's very bad.

Not having dreams is like being dead.

Something like that.

- I'd better go and let you write.
- Wait, do you mind if I come along?

- Where to?
- To do nothing.

Why are you carrying that newspaper?

Are you looking for an apartment?

- My ad is in here.
- Let me see.

You're a fool.

- Why?
- Because that

is the job that feeds you.

Don't finish your movie.

Listen to me, you don't need anything else.

-Did they hurt you that much?
- What are you talking about?

Nobody hurt me.

Look, you can paint a smile on your face,

but pain can't be masked.

- I don't need a psychologist.
-I'm not a psychologist.

Then what the hell are you?
Who invited you to this funeral?

- I want to be your friend.
- And who wants you as a friend, huh?

You'd better get lost and leave me alone,
I'm sick of losers, understand?

SICK OF IT. YOU'RE A LOSER AND I NEVER
WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN IN MY LIFE.

NEVER.

I'm sorry.

For what? For telling the truth?

What truth? I don't even know you.

Yes, you do.

By the smell.

I smell like a loser.

Of course...

You're an actor! Now I get it.

You're playing the victim so
I'll comfort you,

making it easier to get me into bed.

- Is it that obvious?
- With me, you have to be direct.

I want to make love to you.

You have to be direct,
but not that much.

Don't feel bad about
what you said earlier.

A while ago, I realized I'm a loser.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I shouldn't finish my screenplay.

Is your name just Manuel?

I told you, Manuel no last name.

- Don't you have another name?
- No. Manuel. And you?

Yo sí. Fabiana Karina.

Oh, your parents didn't
mess around, Fabiana Karina.

My mom liked Karina, but at home,
my dad always got his way.

- And he liked Fabiana.
- Yes. That's why Fabiana comes first.

- I bet everyone calls you Fabi.
- Yes, please don't.

I can't stand being called Fabi.

Okay, I won't call you Fabi,
but don't call me Manolo.

Right! Manuels are Manolo.

You know what? You look like a Manolo.

- And you look like a Fabi.
- I'd better call you Manuel.

- Deal?
- Deal.

- My handkerchief.
- Oh, sorry.

- Manolo isn't a bad name.
- Neither is Fabi.

Alright. Manuel, Manuel, Manuel.

Fabiana, Fabiana, Fabiana.

And where are you from?
Which neighborhood?

From the Principality of Longchamps.

- Where is Longchamps?
- Down south, near Burzaco.

- Right. Do they speak Spanish there?
- Yes, kiddo.

And better than in Barrio Norte.
You're from Barrio Norte, right?

From Villa Pueyrredón, near Villa Urquiza.

And we speak perfect Spanish.

At least Villa Pueyrredón
is in the capital,

whereas, what was your
neighborhood called again?

A punch is about to be raffled off,
and I know who has the winning ticket.

Don't mess with Longchamps,
is that clear?

Alright, alright.

One more thing:
do you need a visa to go there?

Just so you know,
Longchamps has its own obelisk.

Does Villa Pueyrredón have one?

- Corrientes and 9 de Julio.
- I mean your neighborhood.

Does it have an obelisk?

- No.
- Well, Longchamps does,

- and a dog monument too.
- And what's that, a bone?

You're ignorant, just like all porteños.

We'd better change the subject or
we'll end up throwing punches.

Better.

- Are you legal?
- Are you?

I am. I have a student visa.

Then we can get married
so I can be legal too.

- You don't have papers?
- I entered as a tourist.

- And you stayed.
- Yes, but I'm looking

for a way to get my papers because
I'm sick of working illegally

and getting paid less.
Would you marry me?

My student visa wouldn't help you.

Besides, life is too short to
waste time doing paperwork.

But a short life with papers
is better than a short life without.

Would you really marry
a woman just for papers?

What are you doing this Friday?

I don't know. I don't plan anything, why?

Let's go to Las Vegas, get married,
and spend the weekend on a honeymoon.

No, I already told you
my visa wouldn't help you.

So marrying me doesn't help you.

- But we'd have a wonderful weekend.
- Yes, and on Monday you'd have the same

- problem with your papers.
- So? On Monday we divorce and that's it.

Nah. It's not worth getting
married for a weekend.

Then we don't get married
at all and that's it,

we spend the weekend
together, period.

Did you do this whole marriage spiel
just to sleep with me?

Don't ask me questions
that force me to lie to you.

- I knew it!
- No, wrong,

Fabiana the Know-It-All from the
Principality of Longchamps, wrong!

Obviously I'd like to spend
the weekend with you,

and of course I'd love to make love to you,

and if marriage is the price I have
to pay, well, I'll pay it and that's it.

I don't care about the papers.

Are you being serious?

What do you think?
Am I serious or not?

- Look at this, isn't it incredible?
- The sea is magical, it's wonderful.

The first time I was here,
I spent two hours just looking at this.

- It would be cool to jump.
- Are you crazy?

Tell me if that wouldn't be
a great ending for your movie:

"the couple jumps into a new life
holding hands." Do you dare?

If I jump, I won't finish the movie.

Besides, I'm not the type
to commit suicide, nah!

Wait, wait, stay right there, don't move.

- Why?
- Because that's how you'll

answer my question.

And I can't answer looking at your face?

No.

Sometimes you're more honest
when nobody's watching.

When you're alone,
you don't lie to yourself.

- Sometimes you do.
- Sometimes you do,

but you know you're lying to yourself.

Have you ever been in love?

Should I answer as if I were alone?

Yes.

But if I'm alone,
who's asking the question?

The question came to you like magic.

Alright.
Yes, I've been in love.

I've had the two loves
you can have in a lifetime.

- What do you mean, two loves?
- Yes.

The first one, the one you
always remember with a smile.

And the last one,
the one that lasts a lifetime.

Sometimes they coincide,
and you fall in love

with your first love
and it lasts a lifetime.

But that's rare.

I had my first boyfriend at 16.

And the day we turned 17,
we made love.

I reached the gates of heaven.

They didn't open.

But I made it there.

Is what I'm saying confusing?

No. Tell me about the last one.

When I made love to Greg,
the gates of heaven did open.

- Were you in heaven?
- Yes, but they kicked me out,

for not paying rent.

I don't understand.

Don't you see me here? I was kicked out.
What don't you understand?

You're still in love with
that Greg, aren't you?

I told you, he's the last one.

The one that lasts a lifetime.

Do you live with him?

We're not together anymore.

You fell in love with the wrong guy.

That's what happens when
you don't have the list.

What list?

The list of guys a woman
should never fall in love with.

First on the list are lawyers.

- That's why that happened to you.
- Oh, really?

Who else is on the list?
Actors who write movies?

Those are wonderful guys.
Ideal for a woman to fall in love with.

And who's on the "do not" list?

Mmh, let me think.

Gynecologists. They're not faithful,
they spend all their time groping women.

Gynecologists. Alright. Who else?

Football players.

They're always locked away with the team,
leaving their wives alone in bed.

So if you marry a football player,

- Not only will you die of misery, but—
- Stop right there, I don't need any list.

I'm never getting into
a relationship again.

You say that now because you haven't met
a guy who completely rocks your world yet.

I don't have time for
anyone to rock anything!

There's always time for love.

You know nothing.

- Want to hear the Plaza de Mayo theory?
- What's that?

Something I made up.

Most people have had
a failed romance, right?

The kind that wrecks your heart.
Where you can't even breathe.

- A failure-failure.
- And?

And when another opportunity comes along—

Let me give you an example:
You and me.

I had my failure-failure.
And now, there you are.

So I think, if something
happens with this girl,

just in case, I won't give
myself completely.

In case it doesn't work.
But if it does...

I won't be that happy either.
It's a gray area.

I don't dare to suffer that much again, but
I won't be able to be that happy either.

It's like being in the middle of the table.

What does Plaza de Mayo have to do with it?

In the field of love, you have to be

on the Pink House balcony,
waving like a winner,

or in the sewer.

But never in the Plaza, because every
day there are more emotional invalids

filling the Plaza with their wheelchairs,
but what does that have to do with love?

The Pink House balcony or the sewer.

- Love is all or nothing.
- Nothing.

- Love is nothing.
- I don't follow you.

You said you had your two loves.

And the last one is the
one that lasts a lifetime.

You're supposed to be in love, right?

I never say anything logical.

Are you still in love?

Love is the makeup of tragedy.
It always ends badly.

No.

Some couples end up well,
they get married.

Marriage is always a tragedy.

- Not always.
- What do you know?

I just know. I'm sorry love
hurt you so much, but I insist

you have to fight for it
over and over again. Always.

- You know what?
- What?

You should write a book with your
theory, but you should change the name.

"The Plaza de Mayo Theory"
sounds like politics.

- What should I name it?
- I don't know,

if your movie is going to be called
"A Good Day," your book—

Wait, don't forget I changed it to
"A Shitty Day." The one who wants

it to be called that is you.
But it's contradictory because

you talk about a good day,
and you're totally down.

Come on, let's think of
a title for your book.

"How to stop being

- an emotional invalid."
- No, no, no.

- I would never buy a book with that title.
- But you wouldn't even buy a comic book.

- I don't like comic books.
- I should have guessed.

As a lawyer, you shouldn't
like those magazines anyway.

- Why not?
- Lawyers don't have a sense of humor.

I told you I'm not going to be a lawyer.

- That's it, I have the title.
- Which one?

"A Band-Aid for a broken heart."

You'd better stick to law, because writing
titles you're going to die of dying.

You don't get it. A Band-Aid
to heal a shattered heart.

I get it, but you'd better call
Alejandro Sanz so instead of "shattered"

he says "broken" and sings:

"A little band-aid for this broken heart"

- I don't understand.

Never mind, come on.

- Let's think of another title.
- Nah. Let's stop thinking.

It's time to eat, and
on an empty stomach

you're just going to
keep saying stupid things.

No, I didn't mean stupid things.
You don't say stupid things.

- But your titles are weird.
- Stupid titles.

Yeah, maybe. But it's just the hunger.

- Let's go eat.
- No, thanks.

- Why? Aren't you hungry?
- No, I don't have any money.

- I have half a cold pizza at home and—
- Hold on, look.

This time it's my treat. And if you don't
accept, I'll write a book about your life

and title it "I Was Kicked Out
of Heaven for Not Paying Rent."

I love that place.
The trams are so beautiful.

I like buses better,
the ones back home.

With the smell of sweat and all.

Must be nostalgia, I don't know.
It's like Tango, back home I never

- listened to Tango.
- And here you do?

No, not really. Well, sometimes.

A friend sent me a CD
with Troilo and Goyeneche.

"La Última Curda" and "Sur."

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- I'll play it for you,

and you'll like it, you'll see.

- I don't have time.
- Enough with the "I don't have time,"

- you don't have time for anything.
- No.

But you already dropped out,
you're not studying anymore.

In Buenos Aires, I loved taking the bus 60.

- Me too.
- I remember when I was a little girl

it was a whole adventure
getting to Constitución

- and taking the 60.
- I also took the 60 to go to Tigre.

Don't be a liar, what
did you go to Tigre for?

One summer we rented a
house on one of the islands.

I remember as a kid, my mom and
I got to Constitución to take the bus,

I was so excited

that I forgot to ask her to
take me to the bathroom.

- No way, what happened?
- Imagine.

My Aunt Beba lived in Núñez.
I peed myself from excitement.

Oh my god, how embarrassing!

I didn't want to get up, but
my mom insisted and insisted

for me to stand up, and I didn't want to.

What's wrong?

What are you staring at?

I like your laugh.
Your face lights up.

Are you trying to pick me up?

Fabi, it's Mom again.

I was worried, so
I called your friend Jenny...

She told me about your boyfriend and...

I imagine you must be suffering a lot.

Please, honey, call me.

I love you.

What I told you before
about the money is true.

I got fired and I don't have much cash.

- Doesn't your dad help you?
- No.

Since I moved in with Greg, he cut me off.

He didn't want
you to fall in love.

He didn't want me to
drop out of med school.

- Where did you work?

- At a restaurant, as a waitress.
- Wait.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

So, where was it that you worked?

- At a restaurant, as a waitress.
-And why did you get fired?

- Because I missed a whole week.
- What, were you sick?

- Never mind.
- Wait, hold on.

In this shitty newspaper
where my ad was,

I think I saw they were looking
for a waitress. Right here, see?

- They're looking for waitresses.
- Oh, I know that place.

- Oh, yeah?
- The waitresses work topless.

Wouldn't you dare?

Do you think they'd hire me with these?

I'd totally hire you.

With big boobs it's easier to get a job.

- Yours are fine.
- They're small.

Won't you let me look again?
Just to check if you're lying.

Well, I don't mean
you're lying, it's just that

I didn't get a good look.
I think I liked them.

- You're getting turned on.
- No, yes, no, yes...

maybe, who knows.
Actually, they say that

you have to look at beautiful things twice.

All right.

I'll show you if you
stay in your underwear.

No
Problemo

- Your turn.
- Are you crazy?

Yes, I won't deny it. Your turn.

Get dressed or we're going to jail.

I do care, because they're
going to arrest me too.

Let them take us together,
I still don't care.

If you get dressed, I'll tell you
something important I'm feeling right now.

- You're excited, aren't you?
- Yes.

- And I haven't even stripped yet.
- Come on, dummy, seriously. Get dressed.

You're such an embarrassment.

What was that important
thing you wanted to ask me?

You're the first guy to talk
to me for two hours straight

- without trying to get me into bed.
- Ha! I'm the king of idiots.

- You're a sweetheart.
- If I invite you now, do I stop being one?

- Try me.
- No, better not.

I'm hungry, and they
say an empty stomach

can cause sexual impotence.
Let's just go eat.

Hello, Don Pepito.

You have no idea what I just said, do you?

You said, "Hello, Don Pepito."

And? What is that?

- A greeting, I suppose.
- No.

It's a song.

Some clowns used to sing it
when I was really, really young.

Hello, Don Pepito.

Hello, Don José.

Did you pass by my house?
I didn't pass by your house.

No, keep going. Keep going, it's nice.

- When I was a kid I wanted to be a clown.
- Really?

Yeah, it lasted until I was six.
Then I wanted to be a firefighter.

I wanted to be Paquita.

Paquita? It's a horrible name,
sounds like a parrot.

No, kiddo.

I didn't want to be named Paquita,
I wanted to be a Paquita.

Don't you remember
Xuxa and her Paquitas?

You really wanted to be a Paquita?

I'd spend hours in front of
the mirror, I knew all the steps.

From now on, I'm not calling
you Fabiana Karina anymore, but

- Paquita
- And I'll call you Don Pepito.

Actually, I inherited the
Don Pepito thing from my brother.

He was much older.
The one I really liked

was Pipo Pescador.

- I remember.
- Me too, like it was yesterday.

Even the LP he released,
the yellow one, I have it.

We're going for a ride

beep beep beep

In an ugly car

beep beep beep.

What's wrong? You got
serious all of a sudden.

Oh, I know...
You didn't like my horn.

I liked your horn, and
I also liked your smile.

My smile...

I owe it to my mom.

Why do you owe it to your mom?
Are you that similar?

No, no, no.

I don't owe her my smile, but rather

a smile.

Poor thing, I left my mom so worried

Anyway, let's drop the gloom because this

really is a good day for smiles.

Brother Sun,

- Sister Moon.
- What?

Saint Francis of Assisi
called everyone that.

Men were Brother Sun,

and women, Sister Moon.

I don't really get along with religion...

When I was in high school, I had
a special relationship with God.

To do well, before every exam,

I'd make a promise, like for example...

walking back home two days in a row.

And you lived two blocks from school.

Nah, sixteen.

I took the 17 bus for twelve blocks.

They were very small promises,

God wasn't going to get mad
at me if I didn't keep them.

Do you still make small promises?

Not anymore.

God knocked me out of the ring.

What do you mean
He knocked you out of the ring?

He punched me so hard
I flew over the ropes

and I never fought again.

What do you mean?
You never fought for anything again?

Should I order you a beer?

No.

Order one for yourself and I'll have a sip.

I'm going to wash my hands
and I'll be right back.

Why didn't you leave?

But we haven't asked for the check,
we didn't even have dessert.

I thought you'd be
gone when I got back.

Why do you keep
paying attention to me?

- Truth or lie?
- The truth.

Because I want us to
spend the night together.

I knew it. It was all too good to be true.

It was a joke.
Are you always this insecure?

- Only Monday through Friday.
- And on weekends.

Are you really thinking about
getting me into bed?

No, I'm not thinking about it.

- Are you telling the truth?
- No.

I told you about my two loves...

- I haven't.
- That's why.

- That's why what?
- Tell me.

No, better not.

- That's not fair, I told you—
- I don't care if it's fair or not.

- Got it? NO.
- I know.

You came home and found
your wife in bed with your best friend.

No.

If she wasn't with your friend...

She was with a female friend!
She was a lesbian.

I'm not divorced, and I didn't
find my wife in bed with anyone.

It's weird for a guy
your age to still be single...

Are you gay?

- What do you want for dessert?
- For you to tell me.

I'm going to order an espresso.
Do you want dessert before coffee?

No. I want your confession.

Come on, please. I told you, it's not fair.

I want to know about your love life.

I don't have a love life,
do you understand me?

God fucking damn it, for fuck's sake!

Fabi, it's me again. I swear that...

Please, I won't tell your
father, but please call me.

You have me so worried.
I suppose...

you were careful, right?

Call me, sweetie. Please call me.

I'm sorry...

I didn't mean to...

- Sometimes I get pushy—
- I'm a widower.

I also had my last love.

The kind that lasts
a lifetime...

Only for me...

it didn't last a lifetime.

Some son of a bitch...

made sure it didn't last a lifetime.

I loved her.
One night...

She was coming to my place
late from work, and...

And she was hit on the Lugones highway.

That son of a bitch...

was street racing and killed her.

Doctors say she died on impact,

that she didn't suffer at all.

What the fuck do doctors know?

Are you telling me she
didn't have a second or two?

In that second, she
must've suffered a lo- a lot.

A girl.

Was a girl driving?

Sol...

was pregnant with a baby girl.

My daughter.

We were going to have a baby girl. Pink.

Pink?

Pink.

- Rosa?
- No. Pink.

That's the name we
wanted for our little girl.

- Pink. We knew it wouldn't be easy.
- It's weird.

- Weird for a name.
- Well...

we were even willing to take it to court.

Pink.

Like in "The Wall."
We were huge Pink Floyd fans.

Do you know "The Wall"?

It's a rock opera written by Pink Floyd

well, actually, it was Roger Waters.

The hero there...
his name is Pink.

Actually, the anti-hero.
Because in "The Wall"

the hero is the anti-hero.

So Pink is a man's name.

Yes, but Sol and I liked it
for our daughter.

We wanted our daughter to be named Pink.

So that's why you came here.

They caught the killer

but he was released.

Typical Argentina, right?

They kill and never pay for it.

Sol's father organized

marches with thousands of people, but

I didn't get involved. You know

Argentina has a march
for this, a march for that

but they never solve anything.

Sometimes I get the
Clarín and flip through it.

Every day there's a different march.

I'm so sorry about Sol.

And about Pink.

I swear I...

wanted to kill that guy.

Sometimes I'm glad I don't have
my papers here, because otherwise

I wouldn't be able to leave
the country and come back.

If I had them, I swear I'd go to
Argentina and kill him.

Listen to yourself.

You talk about papers so you can come back,

but if you go back and
kill him, you'll go to jail.

What good would the papers be then, huh?

Do you really think
I don't want to kill him?

You want him dead.

But you couldn't kill him.

You have a broken heart. That's
why you think you could, but you can't.

Members of the broken hearts club

wouldn't hurt a fly.

- And are you a member of that club?
- President.

And by the authority of my office,
I appoint you

vice president.

Let's go.

- So you liked Pipo Pescador.
- And you wanted to be a Paquita.

No, the Paquita thing was when I was older.
When I was little, I wanted to be Marilyn.

- Which Marilyn?
- Marilyn Monroe.

But you're young.
You weren't even born when she died.

- She was my mom's idol.
- But what does that have to do with you?

What? Didn't you like The Beatles?

And you weren't born
when they started either.

That's different, I like the music.

- And I liked beauty marks.
- What beauty marks?

Beauty marks.

My mom would dress me up as Marilyn
and draw a beauty mark right here.

Marilyn had a beauty mark right here.

- And your mom would draw it on you?
- Yes.

And she'd put a white dress on me too.

You know that white dress
that blows up in the movie?

Of course. It's an iconic photo
of Marilyn, there are even posters.

When I dressed up at home, my mom
would blow my dress up with a fan.

Seriously? Your mom was crazy.
Why didn't she dress up as Marilyn herself?

Oh, don't start
with that symbiosis thing.

I loved being Marilyn.

Nah, your mom made you like it.

And TV made you like Pipo Pescador,
what's the difference?

Well, yeah, you're right.
Good goal, we're even.

See, I could listen to
Pipo Pescador's song,

"We're Going for a Ride", anytime.
But you, on the other hand, couldn't

- dress up as Marilyn all the time.
- But I could sing her song.

I heard her sing once,
I don't remember where, but it was awful.

Oh, kiddo,
was Pipo Pescador Pavarotti?

My favorite part of the song was

Boop boop be doop

- And what's that?
- A song she used to sing,

titled "I Wanna Be Loved By You",
and at the end, she'd do:

Boop boop be doop

Sing me the whole song, please.
I loved the "poo-poo-roo-poo."

No, little kiddo, I'm not singing it
just for you to make fun of me.

Pretty please, sing the whole thing.

Did I tell you about the contest?
No, I didn't tell you.

A costume contest, I was

- five years old.
- And you entered?

- You entered the contest as Marilyn?
- Yeah.

I can't believe it.

That day...

my mom drew the most beautiful
beauty mark you could ever imagine.

I swear, I remember that beauty
mark more than anything else.

And I also remember
how much I cried because...

my mom couldn't get any wind
to make my dress blow up.

It was the most important day of all

and my mom couldn't get me the wind.

- I came in second.
- Great, congratulations!

Are you crazy? I told you I came in second.

- That's why I congratulated you.
- I didn't win.

But you came in second
and that's very important.

- Important to whom?
- How should I know?

- What team do you support?
- Boca, why?

Okay. Boca has won the
championship many times, but tell me

the teams that finished second
in the last three championships.

Oh, wait, I don't remember.
I know! When...

when they lost the championship final
to Estudiantes...

and when they won the triangular
against Tigre and San Lorenzo.

Because you're a Boca fan and it hurt.

I also remember that I came in second,
but nobody else does.

Nobody remembers second place.

- This world is for those in first.
- Nah

- Only those who finish first can be happy.
- Nah, I don't believe that.

- The rest of us are losers.
- Nah, I don't believe that.

And are you a winner, then?

I had my own championship
when she di... I mean...

when what happened to
Sol happened, you know?

Every single day back then
was a championship won for us.

I touched the sky. I looked
happiness right in the face

and I didn't just see it in a
picture, no. I met it in person.

With Sol, we never came in second.
We always came in first and were champions.

I hadn't thought of it that way.

Of course, they're short championships.

But they're still championships.

Stay right there, don't move,
I'll be right back.

I'm already in my box seat.

- What box?
- What do you mean what box? My box!

To hear Marilyn sing
"I Wanna" something-or-other.

- Marilyn isn't here.
- But you are, pretty please,

come on, sing me the song.

Look, look what I have here, look.

See? It's my ticket, the one I paid for.

It was expensive because
I bought it from a scalper,

You can't read it very well,
but if you look closely, it says

one ticket to see Maaarilyn

singing directly from the
Principality of Longchamps

exclusively for me!

So, directly from the Principality
of Longchamps to sing for you?

- Yeah.
- And how much are you paying for it?

- I thought you did it for the love of art.
- Nobody does anything for the love of art.

We all do things expecting
something in return.

I kissed you,
and I don't expect anything in return.

- You're lying.
- I don't want bed or anything like that.

- No bed, but a show, yes.
- Well, but that's different.

Come on, pretty please.

I'd love to hear you sing
that little bit of "Banana".

I Wanna! You clown!

I Wanna Be Loved By You.

- Come on, come on, come on.
- Do you really want me to sing it?

I paid for my ticket, didn't I?

- Choreography and everything?
- Yeah, the whole show, come on.

- Oh, I'm so nervous.
- No, don't be nervous.

This is your big chance.

How should I introduce you?
Fabi?

- What are you talking about, Manolo?
- Let's just skip the introductions.

Alright, I'll just do the ending because

it was a long time ago
and I don't remember much,

just the final part.

Boop boop be doop

- Wonderful, great job!
- Don't make a fool out of me.

It was great, I've never seen anything
so wonderful in Villa Pueyrredón.

- You're mocking me.
- I mean it.

I was looking at you and trying
to imagine you when you were five,

you must have looked good enough to eat.

- Dressing up made me happy.
- I have an idea

Why don't you work as a
Marilyn Monroe impersonator?

- What?
- In Las Vegas.

Aren't there tons of guys who
work as Elvis Presley doubles?

You could be the
Marilyn Monroe double.

They'd pay you for photos.
What's more, you could even

appear at weddings.

And I could go down the
street asking for ten dollars

- for a photo with Marilyn.
- Why not?

Impossible.
I can't.

- Why not?
- Because no. Period.

What happened to that little
girl who dressed up as Marilyn?

She was left with the consolation prize
and her white dress, waiting for the wind.

But the wind never came.

How do I get to know that little
girl who dressed up as Marilyn?

What?

Remember I told you Caniggia
was the Son of the Wind?

Who do you think the father was?

- Playing the clown again?
- No, seriously.

I am the father of the wind.

Take me to meet the
little girl who dressed up

as Marilyn and I'll prove it.

This morning when I met you,
I thought you were a bit crazy.

- Not anymore?
- No, that's what scares me,

I just confirmed it,
you're completely crazy.

Then take me.

- What do you have to lose?
- Lose?

I have nothing left to lose.

That's why, take me.

I can't.

- I don't know where that little girl is.
- Yes, you do.

You know it, and you know it very well.

- Take me.
- I can't.

Coward!

You're a coward.

Fabi, please answer me, honey.

Please, you're scaring me.

Can you just wait a bit, please?

Can you stay still for a
minute and listen to me?

I want you to explain something,
I want to know what made you mad.

Listen to me, Fabi, we were
talking just fine until now--

"We were talking just fine."

Who the fuck told you
we were talking just fine?

Did I ever tell you
we were talking just fine?

- No, but--
- And you know what?

What's this about being
a coward or not?

What the fuck do you know
about whether I'm a coward or not?

And don't call me Fabi,
I can't fucking stand it!

Okay! Hold on, stop for a second.
I won't call you that anymore.

If you don't want me to, I won't call
you that, but can you just explain?

Just disappear before it gets worse.

I'm not disappearing,
because I never disappear,

because I don't disappear
when my friends need me.

- I'm not your friend.
- Yes, you are.

Even if you don't want to admit it
or haven't discovered it yet.

- I just met you!
- What's that got to do with it?

When you connect with someone,
time doesn't matter.

Time is all the time, get it?

- Can I ask you something?
- I've known you for thousands of seconds.

It hasn't been many hours, but thousands
and thousands of seconds, get it?

- Can I ask you something?
- No, better not ask for anything

because if I let you, you'll
just ask me to fuck off.

- Exactly.
- See how well you know me?

You're my friend. Otherwise, how would
I know you want to tell me to fuck off?

I sense you, you sense me.
Friends sense each other.

I sense you're about to
get a whole string of insults.

If you're sensing what's about
to happen, it means we're friends.

Right now you're just mad
and I don't know what happened

or actually, I do. I called
you a coward. That's it, right?

If so, I'm a thousand times sorry.

We stay friends like
before, and that's that.

- You and I can't be friends.
- If you want us to be lovers, no problem.

- Even less so!
- Why not?

Maybe tomorrow you'll change your mind.

Maybe tomorrow you'll wake up
and realize I'm a really charming guy.

I'm not half bad...

I'm very tender in bed...

Though you'll never know
unless you sleep with me today.

But as for me being charming...

I'll make sure you find out, I swear.

Not going to say anything?

Yes, Manuel, I am going to tell you...

That I don't have a tomorrow,
that I don't give a shit about tomorrow,

that there is no tomorrow for me.

In fact...

This today doesn't exist.

This today is my own invention.

Seriously, man.

I don't want to mess with you,

lunch was nice, but it's over.
Let's just stop here.

You're a total wreck, aren't you?
That's it.

You're completely shattered.

That's why you don't give
a damn about tomorrow.

- You just don't understand.
- Wrong

Fabiana Know-It-All from
the Principality of Longchamps.

I get that something really,
really messed up happened to you

which is why you're the president
of the broken hearts club. But don't forget

that I'm the vice president, okay?

And yet, tomorrow I'm hitting
the field to win the match,

and what's more, I'm going to
dream about scoring ten goals,

because you can't give up.
You just can't give up.

- I just can't take it anymore.
- And if you can't take it anymore,

- get some help or go back.
- Go back?

Yeah, go back. Even if you
fought with your old man,

he's your dad. Plus, you
have your mom. Go back.

No, Manuel, I can't think about tomorrow

because there is no tomorrow for me.

And that has nothing to do
with going back to Buenos Aires.

You need someone to hold you,
someone to support you.

- I can't go back.
- Oh, here we go again with that whole

"returning tired to my
parents' little house"

That's a tango, piba,
listen to me.

Most Argentines who came here

work like blacks, you know?

And on top of that, without
papers, making crap money.

Us, go back? That would mean failure, but

your case is different, you
came here to study, it's different.

- I can't.
- So if you can't, then what?

I already told you, I didn't want to go
back before so I wouldn't cause pity.

Cause pity to whom?
Who are you supposed to--

Going back was never an option.

Drop it.

- And aren't you going to do anything?
- About what?

With your life, everything is a mystery.

Sometimes I think that...

that it's because you fell in love with
some guy who dumped you, I don't know.

Sometimes I wish you
wouldn't see everything so dark,

or at least that you wouldn't see
everything so dark all the time.

Now are you going to come at
me with that thing about when God

closes a door, he opens a window?

I don't know about God,
but a window definitely opens.

That God squeezes but doesn't strangle?

Honestly, I don't know, because after

what happened to Sol,
after what happened to me,

I'm not on very good terms with God.

I guess believing in God helps.

- Yeah, I guess so.
- I don't believe.

Look, I don't know if you believe or
not, what I see is that you are very,

- you are very angry.
- Yeah.

Angry...

and empty...

empty too.

I don't know if it's just
hearing you talk like that...

Sometimes I think I feel empty too.

- I assure you, you don't.
- Yeah...

Sometimes I feel totally empty too.

You're not empty, pibe.

I saw you.

On your computer, there's a movie script.

Nobody who is empty...

can write.

- You know something?
- What?

After what happened to me...

After Sol died...

I couldn't breathe the
way I used to anymore.

Before, I used to breathe deeply.

I could feel the air entering my body.

But now, not anymore.

Now I’ve gotten used to breathing

slowly...
just a little bit...

So my heart won't hurt, you know?

And what does the way
you breathe have to do...

with your heart hurting?

A lot. It has everything to do with it.

When Sol died, my life died.

The life I wanted died,

and yet I kept breathing.

I felt it was unfair,

I didn't want to keep living,
and neither did my heart.

But the air kept coming in.

Just a little bit...
Slowly...

But it kept coming in, you know?

I was dead, but I wasn't.

It was Sol who was dead.

But even with a shattered heart and all,

the air kept coming in.

Slowly...
Just a little bit...

I was breathing and it kept
coming in, and you know what for?

No.

I don't know what for either,

but I'm always on the
lookout to understand why.

Maybe...

I kept breathing to get to today,

right here, to meet you.
I don't know, maybe.

If you can put everything
you're saying into your movie,

you're going to have a hit,
you're going to reach the audience.

Earlier you advised me not to finish my

movie so I wouldn't finish my dream.

So who should I listen to?
The girl from before, or the one now?

Neither of them.

You know what?

I liked that example about
breathing just a little bit.

You're a good guy.

- I'm screwed.
- Why?

Because when a girl tells a
guy he's a "good guy," it means

there's no fucking way
I'm sleeping with this bore.

You made me laugh again.

But I'm telling you again:
you're a good guy.

I don't think my clients think the
same when I send them the invoice.

- Nobody likes to pay.
- You must have a good time

at your job, with no bosses...

I don't have a bad time, but it's
not for me. Nah, it's not what I like.

Did you see how you got mad
when I told you I was empty?

But something similar
is happening to you.

What's the difference
between you and me?

You're empty too. Not doing
what you love is being empty.

I'm making time.

Don't you realize?

There is no time to make time.

Someone is making time with us.

We don't exist, man.

No.

Time is all the time, piba,

and you can't waste it
the way you're wasting it.

And what do you know about what I do?

I know that resentment is what's
making you waste time, that's what I know.

- I have an idea.
- What idea?

A trial. Aren't you almost a lawyer?

- Well, you can play the prosecutor--
- What are you saying?

And I can be the defense attorney.
Look at how lucky

you are that I'm going to
be the defense attorney.

- What are you saying?
- A trial.

A trial against whom?

To Him.

You're really angry with Him.

But this is a great opportunity to
let out all the shit you've got inside.

You're dumber than I thought.

Why?

I think you should get out everything
that's eating your soul away.

This is your big chance.

You don't even have to go to a shrink.

Here I am.
There...

He is.

- That's not God.
- Oh come on, now you're playing dumb.

It's the image we all have of God.

- Use Him, accuse Him.
- I can't.

Sure you can,
I'll help you, it's very easy.

"God, why did you make
my boyfriend walk out on me?"

He didn't walk out on me.

I don't know what the fuck
happened with your boyfriend.

Forgive us, Lord. We know not what we do.

I swear at you a lot, right?

But I'm not going to forgive you...

for fucking me over

I thought I wouldn't find
you outside the church.

- But you found me.
- Yes.

It was easy to follow the trail.

I just had to follow, like
I said, the trail of pain.

Or rather...

The smell of pain.

You know pain has a smell, right?

And don't argue with me,
I even made a rhyme.

"El dolor
tiene olor".

So? What do you think?

That you're a dumbass.

See? You don't just
sense who I am anymore

you actually know me.
You know me very well.

I already told you, we're friends.

Hello, Don Pepito.

You're supposed to say "Hola Don José."

I already told you my thing was Xuxa.

"oh, oh, oh"

"ilari lari lari le,
oh, oh, oh"

"This is the Xuxa show
and she greets you with love"

Hold on, don't look at me like that.

I didn't want to be a Paquita.

Though I would've liked to have one or two.

- You're a pervert.
- Nah, they were super hot.

- They were little girls.
- Yeah, I know, I'm just kidding.

They were super hot, though.

(wtf)

- What stopped you from becoming a clown?
- What?

Earlier you told me you wanted
to be a clown. What stopped you?

- The "Fulbo."
- Why "fulbo"?

Because when I was a kid,
around twelve or thirteen,

I wanted to be a football player.

In Argentina, it's always like that.
Girls at that age want to be on

to be on the cover of celebrity
magazines, and guys on sports magazines.

Me, on the other hand,
I wanted to be on both.

Something like that.
To be a football player or an actor.

But the football thing
didn't last very long.

- Did you stop liking it?
- No, quite the opposite.

I was left craving more.
I even tried out for Boca and

they basically kicked my ass out.

- Were you really bad?
- No, but the others were better.

A friend

took me to try out for Chacarita,
and I actually made the team.

That's serious.

Yeah, so after that,
the actor thing took over.

But did you work as an actor in Argentina?

- I... I... I didn't see you.
- No? You don't know who I am? Well...

- Forgive me.
- Don't feel bad,

no reason to know me, I did
nothing important in Argentina.

And to be honest, here
in Hollywood, I don't plan

on doing anything major as an actor either.

That said...

With my movie, I do.

I dream of finishing it.

I dream of the premiere.

With De Niro, Al Pacino--

A love story with Al Pacino and De Niro...
are they gay?

No, silly, I mean I imagine
them as guests at my premiere.

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

You know what? If you're
gonna dream, you can't have

small-time dreams. If you're
gonna dream, you gotta dream big.

And I also imagine the critics saying...

"A great love story."

There's no such thing
as a great love story.

Shit. I've been wrong my whole life.

- Probably..
- No, piba...

Love exists.

I felt it.

- I touched the sky with my hands.
- Ugh, you know what?

If you're getting mystical,
I'm out.

What does mysticism have to do with it?

Do you know the difference
between fucking and making love?

The condom.

What?

Sure, when you sleep with a stranger...

you fuck, you use a condom.

Once there's trust and you're
sure he's clean, you make love.

I don't know what
drugs you're taking,

but you better not go through
customs with them.

Because let me tell you,
instead of a brain,

it's leaving you with mashed potatoes.

Have you never been in love?

I know what happened to you...

I don't really know what
happened to your boyfriend, but

I do know
what happened to you.

You're completely in love.
What am I saying, completely?

Head over heels in love.

You're so hurt that...

you only see the garbage in the
garden, and you can't see the flowers.

That sounded way too teenage.

- Maybe.
- And dumb.

Well, if I'm a dumbass, it makes
sense that I say dumb things, right?

And with that great love story...

what do you expect to win?
A Martín Fierro?

Just so you know, the Martín Fierro...

is a TV award, it has
nothing to do with movie.

Well, whatever the
Argentine film award is called.

I don't plan on winning that award, no.

If I dream, I dream big.
I dream of the Oscar.

I already told you: Robert De Niro,
Al Pacino, Dustin Hoffman...

I know Maradona... he was happy
when he won the championship

with Cebollitas.

But his soul...

His soul was fully fulfilled...

when he became a World Champion.

Can I ask you a question?

Go ahead.

Would you sleep with me?

No.

But I'd like to make love to you.

You know the difference, right?
And don't tell me it's the condom.

Sleeping with someone is...

Or rather, having sex...

Is sleeping with someone.

So what? You don't lie down to make love?

Oh, I get it, you like it standing up.

Having sex involves...

a physical thing.

It's an orgasm, physical. Whereas...

Making love is...

it's an orgasm of the soul.

My soul is frigid.

Souls are never frigid.

How do you imagine it?

- How do I imagine what?
- Your soul.

How do you imagine it?

I don't know.

Like... like a piece of furniture.

- A piece of furniture with little drawers.
- A piece of furniture with drawers?

No, no. Not drawers.

With tiny little drawers.

The tiny drawers of memories.

Wasn't it a chest? I've always
heard about the chest of memories...

You're pulling my leg, right?

I want you to make love to me.

- Get out!
- What are you doing? What happened?

Get out.

But why? Everything was going so well.

Nothing was going well.
It was not fine at all.

What are you talking about?
Look, I'm not leaving you, I told you.

I don't know what's wrong with you,
but everything was going fine.

Get out, I'm saving you, you idiot.

- Get out!
- But I was holding you in my arms,

I felt that you loved me,
everything was going so well!

I have AIDS.

If you felt that I loved you...

It's because I did...

I was starting to love you...

That's why I stopped.

I'm a fucking bitch.

What are you saying?

- You're not a fucking bitch.
- Yes I am,

I'm a fucking bitch, I wanted
you to do it without a condom.

I have AIDS, you idiot.

What is it that you don't understand?

One, two...

Three.

Four.

- Five.
- What is that you're doing?

I count the angles of everything.

The ceiling, the floor,
the walls, the doors.

It's a weird quirk I have.

See that corner of the ceiling?

How many angles
do you think are there?

I couldn't give two shits
about the ceiling angles.

Is the AIDS thing true?

Greg died in March.

He gave it to me.

That douchebag liked prostitutes.

Can you believe that's how he told me?

When I tested positive, he broke
down, begged for my forgiveness,

and told me he only loved me...

but he couldn't help it.

He could've helped it, he could...

he just didn't want to.

Sometimes I think
all of this is a movie.

That's why I look at the corners of
the ceiling, hoping to spot the camera.

I think it's a movie...

that's about to end, and that...

I'm gonna get up from my seat...

and everything will be like before.

But no.

It's not a movie...

And nothing will ever be like before.

He's the guy in the photo, right?

Why the fuck do you have a
photo of him if he gave you that?

So that not a single second goes by
without me cursing at him.

I swear, I look at him and I curse at him!

I look at him again,
and I curse at him again!

- And you know what the worst part is?
- What?

Do you know how much I loved him?

Do you know how much I loved him?

I loved him...

I didn't give a shit about anything.

What you told me about...

Making love...

I know what you're talking about...

It hurts to admit it, but
I know what you're talking about.

I saw God's face too.

I saw it in his arms.

I know what an orgasm of the soul is.

Then why did you stop me?

I'm not a good person.

I wanted to infect you.

But he didn't think of me...

when he infected me.

- Why should I think of you?
- Do you know why?

- Why?
- Because you...

you actually are a good person.
That's why.

Fabiana...

Fabiana from the
Principality of Longchamps.

It's just that you talked
to me about the soul...

and I got...

I've been so lonely...

When it happened...

I didn't have a good day.

Never again...

did I have a good day.

And today, I really had a good day.

This...

this really was a good day.

- It really was.
- It still is.

Nah, how could it be
a good day? I ruined it.

No.

Look.

It can still be a good day.

If I show you something...

- will you forget I called you a dumbass?
- I don't know, maybe.

It has to be something
really important, let's see.

This is the medal I won in the contest.

- Like Marilyn?
- Yeah.

See? Coming in second is very important.

It's a really nice memory.

- I don't know.
- What don't you know? It's really nice.

It smells like failure.

Do you remember we talked
about the smell of pain?

Well, this medal smells like failure.

Back again with the second
place thing, stop messin' around.

No, I didn't say it because
of coming in second.

Then why did you say it?

Winning a medal
is easier than carrying it.

- That sounded really deep.
- No, really,

I wanted to be
Marilyn, but I couldn't.

- I failed.
- No, wait, the one who wanted you

- to be Marilyn was your mom.
- No, I wanted to as well.

- Wait.
- What?

My mom wanted to, but
I wanted to as well.

Look, I bought it here.
It's just like Marilyn's.

- Put it on, please, come on.
- Get off me.

I want to see how it looks
on you, pretty, pretty please.

- You're like a child.
- Yeah, a dumb child, please.

- Cut it out with that, drop it, it's over.
- I want to see how it looks on you.

Let me see how it looks on you,
I'm begging you.

Pretty please, pretty please.
Come on, come on, come on.

- I have the dress... too.
- Let me see!

It's the prettiest beauty
mark I've ever painted.

- It's the only one.
- It's the only one, but it's the prettiest.

- You're messing with me.
- No way, how could I be messing with you?

Let's see, what can I tell you?
You look...

You look glorious.

Nobody has ever told me that before.

Whenever I heard the word "glorious",
it was about the motherland and all that.

- A woman can also be glory.
- Yeah, Gloria López, Gloria Rodríguez...

I try to be romantic, but you won't let me.

I'm just teasing you.

I loved the "glorious" thing.

Then you look glorious.

Wait, wait. Do the whole scene for me.

I want to see it with the
wind and everything, come on!

I can't, there's no wind.

So what? Don't you remember what I told
you before? I'm the father of the wind.

Now you'll see, you'll have your wind.

Rather than the father of the wind,
you're the wimp with the fan.

I promise you next time
I'll bring your mom's fan.

You know Marilyn committed suicide, right?

Did she commit suicide...
or was she murdered?

I prefer to think she committed suicide.

I prefer to believe she had...
a good day...

and decided she didn't want to have...

- any more bad days.
- Wouldn't it be the other way around?

Couldn't it be that she had a bad day,
and that's why she committed suicide?

I don't think there are
good days to commit suicide.

Yes, there are.

Today...

It's a good day.

Are you thinking...?

I don't want to lose this day.

- What?
- That.

Today... was a good day.

- I don't get it.
- And I don't want to lose it.

- Why would you lose it?
- You don't get it.

Tomorrow...

this day will be lost.

Today is a good day,
and tomorrow I won't have it.

There won't be a better
day than this to end it.

No...

Tell me...

it's not what I'm thinking...

Tell me...

Tell me you're completely crazy.

And then...

we'll go out...

- and eat pizza, and--
- Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Afterwards... nothing.

It's now.

Today is a good day.

Today is a good day to end it.

Keep quiet and listen to me.

For...

For a long time I've been
thinking about failure,

this isn't just now, nor because Greg died.

Even before...

When I found out about the disease.
You don't know what that's like, you get...

a stupid test done, because it's...

just a little prick and that's it.

A stupid test, and that's it.

What was...

is no longer...

And what wasn't...

will never be.

Do you understand?

- I guess.
- In a second...

They've judged you, they told you...

that you're guilty, and
off to the gas chamber.

- You're dead.
- Hold on.

AIDS isn't what it used to be.

Yeah, I know it's not what it used to be.

But I come from before.

It's not just AIDS.
Well, it is, but...

it's not just that.

Before, it was...
terrible.

And today is not before.

Today is a good day.

I don't understand you...

Look at me.

Don't you see how I am?

Do you know how long it's
been since I was this worked up?

Do you know how long?

It really scares me to see you like this.

I've been thinking about
failure for a long time.

And about a good death,
and today is a good day to die--

Hold on. At first I thought
you were a bit crazy

and I see I wasn't wrong.
Wait, this just got way too heavy.

Please, Manuel.

You said we were friends.

I think I'm starting to regret it.

We all have a day to die,

and it's better to die on a
good day than on a bad one.

I don't remember a better day than this.

You're serious...

I've been dead for a long time.

And today I have the chance to die well.

It's a good day.

You know what?

I think there is a God.

And that He put you in my path so that...

I would confirm that love does exist.

- Did you fall in love?
- Yes.

Me with you...

and you with me.

But don't worry...

I won't ask you for a life together...

or eternal love.

Only today's love, today's...

And then for you to leave.

Why?

For you to leave.

I want you to leave. Look at me...

Manuel no last name

Look at me, don't you see I'm happy?

I'm happy.

Today was a good day and I'm happy.

Please...

don't ruin this for me...

Don't ruin this day for me.

Wait.

I want a picture together.

Take it, come on, you have longer arms.

- How does it work?
- Upside down, like this.

Like this.

- Say "cheese".
- Cheese.

Oh no...
Take...

- Take another one of me.
- Another picture?

A picture for my mom.

Don't you have a photo album?

- That's happiness...
- Yeah...

No, dummy, seriously...

That's happiness.

In an album, you only put
pictures of happy moments.

Happiness...

is going from one happy
moment to another happy moment.

Nobody puts pictures of
sad moments in an album,

and I want my mom to finish my album...

on a happy moment.

Come on.

This is garbage.

This camera is a museum piece.

- It's the only one I have.
- Wait, I'll take it with my phone.

There you go.

One more.

Here.

My parents' address.

Send them the pictures.

Please.

- No, no.
- Leave, I'll see you later.

- When's later?
- Later.

There's always a "later".

I don't understand you.

Are you eternal, by any chance?

Don't you plan on dying?

- I guess I'll die eventually.
- That's why.

Leave.

- Please.
- But I don't want to leave you like this,

- I want us to be okay!
- Don't you see I'm happy?

Manuel no last name, look at me!

I'm happy!

I'm going to be happy
for the rest of my life.

Wait.

Thank you.

Fabi...

It's mom again.

I'm calling to tell you that...

I love you very much.

I love you very much too, mom.

- You are--
- Yes, I'm Fabiana's mom.

I don't know why you
asked to meet me here.

What I don't know is what
you told me on the phone.

What pictures are
you talking about?

Some pictures I took
of Fabi two weeks ago.

Two weeks ago?

Look.

Fabi died back in '96.

On May 31st.

A friend of hers called me and
told me she was doing really badly...

I arrived on a Thursday, and on Friday...

She died.

She suffered a lot.

My poor daughter.

I don't understand anything because...

I took these pictures...

two weeks ago.

She did it...

My daughter was stubborn.

She did it.

Look.

I never liked these pictures.

She looks so sad.

Whereas in yours...

she's happy.

I'm sure she had a good day.

I don't understand... anything...

I took those pictures myself,
I saw her, I saw her.

Before dying, she told me she wanted to...

have a good day...

but God didn't give her enough time.

You look just like her.

When... did you get these pictures?

When Fabi died...

I didn't want to bring anything back
except those three pictures...

and that picture frame.

Fabi told me that...

she loved you very much.

That you were her dearest friend.

I didn't meet her long ago.

She told me about it.

She told me that time was...

all time.

It was as if she'd known you forever.

I don't really get what happened.

What don't you get?

Fabi said that Friday was...

a shitty day to die.

That's how she said it.

"A shitty day."

She wanted to have a good day.

My daughter came back to have...

and to die...

on a good day.

And you gave me back
my daughter's smile.

That's what happened.

Thank you.

You know what?

Today is a good day too.

Today is too.

♪ I remember that feeling ♪

♪ Dancing like Marilyn ♪

♪ Oh, what wonderful years ♪

♪ Mom's laughter ♪

♪ And me so happy ♪

♪ The magic faded away ♪

♪ Postcards of my neighborhood ♪

♪ Today it's time to leave ♪

♪ With all my treasures. ♪

♪ Feeling like it's a good day ♪

Subtitles by Tetto.

Dedicated to Lu.