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What a beautiful house!

My house is your house.

You look good, you look healthy, papa.

Yes, and you, too, look well.

What do you hear of Maria Elena?

She's still living with the architect in Madrid.

That woman was the best.

I still have erotic dreams about her, at my age.

She also loved you very much, papa.

What a shame, with that gift of god.

I feel like such a fool

You're going to have a vodka now?

With all those pills you took?

Are you crazy, or what?

I want to take a shower, Juan Antonio, can I?

I want to get rid of these clothes.

So now I'm a guest in my own house?

Go on, Maria Elena, please go on.

There, you know where the room is.

Who is she?

Why? For her sake?

I don't trust her, Juan Antonio.

Her eyes are not one color.

She's pretty.

Do you think she'll be enough for you?

You're still searching for me in every woman.

That is not true, Maria Elena

I was in Oviedo some weeks ago with a woman

who was the antithesis of you

an American, and something

beautiful happened with her.

So you're mistaken.

You'll always see to duplicate what we had. You know it.

Don't talk to me like that.

We came so close to perfection, you and I.

You've always liked my mood swings.

But what was missing, Juan Antonio?

What was missing?

No, no. I see you so lost, so confused, since we split up.

For all your talk of swearing off women and renouncing love,

to end up losing your head

not for one, but two American tourists.

It's definitely going to rain later.

How are you?

If you ask me, chinese sounds strident.

It's like a drill to the head.

You ever hear them in the kitchen of a Chinese restaurant?

It's so unpleasant.

Do I paint, she asks.

Hypocrite, hypocrite, hypocrite.

It's okay. We painted side by side for many years,

and you adopted my vision as your own.

That's a tale you invented and like to spread.

But it's not true.

That was jealousy. I was crazy for you and

you betrayed me with Agustino's wife.

With your eyes! With your eyes!

I don't want to talk about that anymore, okay? It's over.

Did I tell you or not?

Okay.

Don't you understand?

She's gotten what she wanted.

She wants something else.

This isn't enough for her. It's like an illness.

Nothing will ever be enough for her.

This girl will never be satisfied with anything.

I knew you would use us.

I knew you would use us. And you used us.

I knew it.

I knew it! I knew it!

Enough!

Enough!

That's not it, Maria Elena

That's not it.

- It's simply that. - Look at me.

You spoiled little shit!

Spoiled little shit!

I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!

Shut up now, please.

Shut up now.

It's simply that she hasn't met the right person yet.

When she does find the right person, not you or me,

this whole thing about finding peace

and happiness will pass.

- That's not it. - Okay, fine.

I devote all my time to you - pampering you,

nursing your tics and phobias.

My work suffers.

It's not my fault.

It's not my fault that your

work has gone to shit and that you don't mature.

Do you know what it is like for me to see

that you will never realise your full potential?

Leave me alone! Leave me alone, please!

You're goin to kill yourself!

I don't want to live

I don't want to live, damn it!

Let it go. Now, now, now.

You’ll kill yourself!

Don't you understand that I don't want to live,

that I can't live like this. My head is going to explode.

I can't take this anymore.

I can't take it anymore.

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun. Damn it!

Listen to me, please, my love.

My love, listen to me.

Come. Give me your hand.

Come. It's okay. It's okay, my love. It's okay.