All language subtitles for Te doy mis ojos

Juan, get up.

Juan.

Get dressed.

Taxi!

Taxi!

Yes?

- Who is it?
- Pilar.

Pilar, come in.

Are you okay?
What's wrong?

- I'm still wearing my slippers.
- What?

I'm so stupid...
still wearing my slippers.

It doesn't matter.

I didn't notice.

TAKE MY EYES

Stay with us a few days
till you feel better.

I didn't bring much of our stuff.

I'll go get whatever you need.

I haven't told Antonio.

Well, I'll tell him
whatever you want.

That I'm glad to have you
for a few days.

We never see each other.
You can help me get things ready.

Ready for what?

The wedding.
John and I are getting married.

Silly! If I thought you'd take it
like that I wouldn't have told you.

- Have you told Mom yet?
- I will.

HOSPITAL RECORDS

Pilar!

Pilar, are you there?

Listen, Shorty.

This place is a mess.

Wanna go out?

Get something to eat?

Okay, Shorty?

What the hell do you want?

I need my sister's things.
She's staying with me.

Staying with you?
Bullshit!

Tell Pilar to cut the crap
and come home.

She's not coming back.

Get out.

- I'm not finished.
- Get out!

- Can I help?
- Sure.

Juan.

Would you like to stay here?

- For how long?
- A little while.

You could skip
your English lessons.

John can teach you.
It'll be more fun.

Do you love Dad?

Of course I love him, Juan.

I want to see him.

Okay.

- I'll be right back.
- Want me to go with you?

That's okay.

Antonio. It's Pilar.

Pilar!

Pilar!

Pilar!

Fucking hell, Pilar.

You can't do this to me.
You left without a fucking word!

- Don't yell, Antonio.
- Then open the door, dammit!

Pilar!

Open the door.

Open the door, Pilar.

I'm not leaving
till you let me in.

Pilar! You hear me?

Cut the crap, let's go for coffee.
Come on.

Dammit, Pilar.

Open the door.

We'll get some coffee.
And talk.

I brought you this.

Just a silly little thing.

You like it?

How's Juan?

He's fine.

He wants to see you.

So get him and let's go home.

Pilar, dammit.

I'm going to change.
I swear I will.

I'll do anything you say.

You already know.

- You already know.
- I'll surprise you, I swear.

Shorty, I swear. I'll surprise you.
Get Juan and let's go home.

Okay. Hey, hey...

Shorty.

Don't you love me anymore?

Come on, Shorty.

I'm scared.

I'm... scared.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, forgive me.
I'm sorry.

Okay. You're my sunshine.
I can't live without you, Shorty.

Hey, come on, Pilar.

Look at me.

Look at me, Pilar.

Open the door.

Open the door.

Open the door.

Dammit, Pilar!
Open the door!

No, I'm glad.

Don't get me wrong.

I just want to know one thing.

Are you planning a proper wedding
or just any old thing?

- Just any old thing?
- A civil ceremony.

Then yes, just any old thing.

Ana, didn't you say
John was Catholic?

No, he's Protestant.

Couldn't you be married
in a church anyway?

Here, honey.

Pilar.

What?

I saw the hospital records.

Pilar, why do you put up with it?

Why don't you get a separation?
Shall we see a lawyer?

No.

Want to stay with us
till you figure things out?

Your place is small.
I'd be in the way.

You're not in the way, Pilar.

What will I live on?

Air?

At Santo Tom� they need
a substitute. I could mention you.

- I haven't had a job in ages.
- All the more reason.

What will Antonio do?

Antonio can go screw himself.

Listen, John.

I've been thinking
about the wedding...

Where will you be buried?

Sorry?

Well, you can see
this isn't very big.

I suppose when your time comes,
you'll want to be with your family.

Oh, no!
I just saw them at Christmas.

Right, but what I mean is...
I've bought

a burial policy for the girls.
If Ana moves to Scotland,

her place is still here.

Grandma, where will I be buried?

Right here with us.
Where else, dear?

Hi.

Go ahead,
I'll be right over.

- That way?
- Right, that way.

Straight till the end.
I'll be down in a minute.

She just realized she left home
in her slippers.

How are you, Ana?

You must be Pilar.
How do you do?

- How do you do.
- Have a seat.

The job has morning and evening hours.
Just work experience.

Not much, really.

It's just fine.

- It's to cover someone on leave.
- Perfect.

Perfect.

Okay?

- What about after school?
- Ana picks me up

and I do my homework with John.

What about your mother?

She works at a church.

What do you mean, works?
At what church?

One with a painting.

A painting?

Yeah, by El Greco.

- She sells tickets to see it.
- What did she tell you?

That this is permanent?

I don't know.

But what did she say?

I'm asking you a question.

Did she say
we were going to separate?

Is that what she said?

What did she tell you?

Nothing.

Juan, come here.

Look me in the eye.

A man who lies is what?

A worthless shit.

Is your mother seeing anyone?

I don't know.

Historical records describe El Greco
as a flamboyant,

rebellious,

mystical man who travelled
all around the Mediterranean.

From his native Greece

he first went to Italy,
where he learned

this use of colour

and composition from the Venetian
painters. Later he arrived

in Spain, the source of his realism,
sorrow, tortured postures...

darker, more sombre, greyer...

In fact, the painting
is divided into two parts.

The Italian influence above...

Pilar, there's a group
at the door.

You all want tickets?
That makes...

Nine.

- How much are they?
- This?

Two. Six euros, please.

- And the pencils?
- That's... two.

- But this one's cheaper.
- It's the same as the other one.

Yes, but it's not
the American "no-frost" kind.

Antonio.

Coming.

- Anything else?
- You said ovens.

Right, show us the ovens.

And the refrigerator?

It's very expensive.

All right, I'll be right over.

Antonio!

Washing machines.
The micros.

Oh, I forgot.
Someone left this here for you.

- For me?
- An admirer.

- Who brought it?
- I don't know, a guy.

A messenger?

No, I don't think so.

How did the morning go?

- Fine.
- I want you to meet these...

barely presentable ladies. Carmen,
from Santa Cruz and Raquel...

- Nice to meet you.
- What's up?

- Want to join us for lunch?
- I don't know.

Were you going somewhere?

- Yeah, to get something to eat.
- Then join us.

- Let's try Angel's place.
- That's where we usually go.

- It's really good.
- Don't order gazpacho again...

Where's your sister?

- Outside.
- Outside?

Look what I brought you.

Where should we hang it?

Over there?

Help me, honey.

Here.

So it doesn't drag on the floor.

I've had it dry-cleaned

and I don't want it
to get dirty.

There it is.

Look.
It's so pretty, isn't it?

And it's still in fashion.

These dresses always are.

You're plumper than your sister was,
but it won't show.

You expect me to wear that dress?

Go ahead, try it on.
Let's see how it fits.

- No, Mom.
- Why not? It's lovely.

- I don't like it.
- Listen, Ana.

Since the ceremony
isn't what it should be,

at least get some
decent pictures taken.

Something pretty to remember.

No, Mom.
Not in that horrible thing.

I'm sorry, Pilar. It's very pretty
but it's not my scene.

Scene? What scene?

Don't you remember
how pretty Pilar was?

So small, so excited and hopeful...

Now, now, don't be sad.

You should work things out
with Antonio

- and go home.
- Bullshit.

She should get a separation
and a restraining order.

- That's what she should do.
- Don't talk rubbish.

I'm not, you are.

When a woman runs away from home,

maybe she's better off alone.

A woman is never better off alone.

You don't understand.

How do you know what goes on
between Pilar and Antonio?

I do. You're the one
who doesn't know,

or doesn't want to.

Tell her, Pilar.

Go on, tell us about it.

All the "falls"
in the hospital records?

How often do you fall
down the stairs? Well?

Don't you look where you're going?

Leave your sister alone.
She knows what's best.

Either try the dress on...

or I'll take it back.

Why won't you talk about it?

Before it's too late for us to help.

Leave her alone, dammit!

Nobody asked you.

All those cases of tendonitis,
torn muscles...

loss of vision in one eye...

that bastard even kicked her
in the kidney.

- Shut up, Ana!
- Both of you shut up!

- Come on, dear.
- Don't touch me, Mom.

Okay, let's see, Javier.

- Why do you say your wife is crazy?
- Because she's hysterical.

She can't do anything right.

Now she's going around
saying I beat her.

Stuff like that.
Well, I shoved her

a few times but, hey,
that's not beating.

That's how it is

with all couples, isn't it?
Occasional friction is common.

What, she doesn't give you enough
reasons? Mine gives me plenty.

That's exactly why... She provokes
me just so I'll beat her.

Women have lots of ways
to drive you totally nuts.

For instance,
I work in construction.

Shit, you get home tired,
working hard to make a living...

for your family, your wife...

for everything, for God's sake.
You get home,

you want a little affection...
Well, really you want sex...

a husband deserves that...

- and the bitch...
- Pulls away from you.

Pulls away?
I wake her up and say "Hi, honey..."

and she pulls away.

I get so fucking mad.

- That's no reason to beat a woman.
- Not that. But you end up doing it.

Does it solve the problem?

Maybe not,
but after a good slap

- she calms right down.
- I'm not so sure.

Well, I am. Fuck yes.

I don't care if she loves or hates me.
As long as she doesn't bug me.

Okay, just a minute, look.

I want you to meet Julian.

He was here with us
two years ago.

That's right, two years ago.

And kind of like you guys,
I thought all this was just normal.

It was kind of easy,
just no big deal.

I even liked it. She showed me
respect and kept quiet.

I thought she was in awe of me.
I felt more confident at home.

Until I realized
that it's not right.

She was really suffering,
terrified every time I came home.

- I had erased her personality.
- You had no reason to hit her.

What reasons are there?

Did she provoke you?

Maybe I provoked myself.

Anyway, it was one of those nights.

You go out, come home
a little wilder than usual...

So I lost it.

Well, I lost it and...

then, well...

I knocked her out. I mean...

I thought she was dead.

She looked dead...

And that kind of...

wakes you up, you know?

He said he couldn't wait.

I'M IN THERAPY.
WHEN WILL YOU SEE REASON?

He's really hung up on you.
Do you know who he is?

- Yes. My husband.
- Awesome!

He must really love you.

- Rosa, a beer?
- No, no.

- How are you, Angel?
- And you, Pilar?

Three beers and a glass of juice.

- How's your sister?
- Fine. With her Scot, very happy.

- Who's happy?
- My sister.

- Really? Why?
- He's marvellous. You don't know him?

- No. Is he marvellous?
- Yes, he is.

He makes breakfast,
clears the table, goes shopping,

makes supper, does the dishes...

That's not a Scot.
That's an extraterrestrial, right?

And she gets to learn English
while she fucks. It's not fair,

I want one too!

- Then go to Scotland.
- We're going to Scotland, kid.

- You'd strike out even in Scotland.
- Look who's talking!

- Come on.
- Did you see your guy?

- I did.
- Well?

- Is he cute?
- Good enough to eat?

What is he, a sausage?

They've been chatting

for ages,
but we don't know who he is.

- That's great.
- I met a guy on the Internet.

We chatted for a month and a half,
and guess how old he was?

- Thirteen.
- No!

Yes. He said he was 26
the bastard.

- How old did you say you were?
- That's not the point.

When we get violent, physically,
what do we feel?

You start burning.

- You boil over...
- Very good, heat.

- Something just gets going here...
- Exactly.

Now we've got some signs that help
us recognize rage when we feel it.

We're beginning to recognize rage,
but we don't know

how to control it yet,
so what do we do

to avoid a violent situation?

- Time out.
- Time what?

- Time out. Leave the house.
- Exactly.

What's that?

Julian knows.
We stop right there. We leave.

We walk out.
And once we're out,

we look for a distraction.

We think about something else.

- Yeah, beer and stuff.
- No, no props allowed.

You have to do it alone.

I'd like you to think of a time

you felt peaceful,
that you enjoyed...

In my little town in the summer.

At night out in the yard
under the grape trellis.

- Listening to classical music.
- No.

Just the night,
the grapevines and me.

- Fishing out on the open sea.
- Wow, how nice.

Antonio?

- I can't remember.
- Come on.

Try.

Okay, now I'd like you to write

about all this. Fishing,
the grapevines... in a notebook.

Describe the peaceful feeling

you get when you remember it,
okay?

Like you were writing to a friend.

Make as many combinations
as you want. When we add your photo

it will be lovely.

You'll see.

It's a shame he's not here.

You wouldn't say that
if you met him.

- Want one?
- No thanks.

He had his quirks,
like anyone.

He didn't like parties,
or noise...

I'll get it.

It's not time
to open the presents yet.

Dad!

- Can I get you a drink?
- A beer.

I'll get it.

- Do you like it?
- Thanks.

It was the boy. He wanted to see
his father. It's normal, darn it.

- Hi, Antonio.
- How are you?

I've got something for you.

Here Lidia, an arrow for you.

Has everybody got one?

Careful where you aim it.

Right over there.

Lightly, that's right.

Turn it towards yourself.

One fell, one fell behind you.

- Okay.
- Here it is.

For you.

Here's your arrow.

Get your arrow.

The cake!

Oh, careful.

Will you give me a minute?

Blow hard.

John, got a lighter?
They've gone out.

Give me a lighter.

Don't blow now.

- Don't blow yet. Just a minute.
- Elbows off the table.

You can all blow
at the count of one, two, three.

Very good, bravo.

Will you cut it?

Plates.

Let's see the games.

Do you like it?

- Thank you, Ana.
- You're welcome.

- What is it?
- A Playstation 2 with two games.

Formula one. With DVD included.
It's great.

I'm leaving.

- So soon? I'll see you out.
- No, that's all right.

Antonio!

How are you?

- I'm fine. And you?
- I'm fine.

Everything's fine at home?

Yes. Fine.

Pilar.

Pilar.

Pilar.

Anyway...

Coming.

Don't, Ana. I'll do it.

Thanks.

- How did he ask you?
- Ask me what?

John. How did he ask you
to marry him?

I don't remember
any one special moment.

It just sort of came out over time.

I do. I remember everything.

How he took me by the arm...

His hands were sweaty.

And how he smiled...

I smiled to encourage him.

A motorcycle drove by
and startled us.

We walked to the river,

we sat down on a bench.

And he just kept silent.

Well, finally he said:

"Well, Shorty, this isn't like
in the movies,

on your knees and all that.

But if it's okay with you,
that's it."

And he looked at me

with those big intense eyes of his.

Then we gave each other gifts.

I gave him my nose

and my ears.

He said they were very pretty.

And he gave me his hands.

Pretty silly, wasn't it?

I mean, I can hug her, you know?

I can hug her, touch her, kiss
her... But talk to her? No way.

What would you like to tell her?

Just that I miss her,
that I want to be with her.

What do you miss?

What do you mean?
Her, of course.

Her doing your laundry,

- ironing clothes?
- No, dammit.

- Cooking, keeping you warm at night?
- Shit, it's more than that.

I know there's more. Cleaning
the house, doing the shopping...

Quit fucking around!

Then what do you miss, Antonio?

Look, Antonio.

I want you to concentrate
for a moment

and think of one little thing
about her, anything.

Something about her
you especially like.

Her sound.

Her sound?

Yeah, it's...

Pilar...

Pilar moves quickly
but she hardly makes any noise.

You know?

I don't know what it is.
Maybe her bracelets or clothes...

She moves around quickly
and hardly makes any noise.

It's like her sound, you know?

When she's home I just sit there
like a dummy listening to her.

Have you ever apologized to her?

- What?
- Have you ever said you were sorry?

What's that?

You like it?

Why do you have to wear that?

You don't like it.

I like what's inside.

Come on.
Let's go to the bridge.

Anger isn't bad.
Everybody gets angry.

But you have to keep it
under control.

The problem is seeing it,
recognizing it...

But if you do, you can control it.

I can control myself, Shorty.

Whenever I notice I'm getting mad,
I stop myself.

I say: "Stop" and I tell you:
"Time out". And then I leave.

- See?
- No.

I didn't either at first.
So I can control it.

I can control myself.
You have to help me, okay?

- How?
- By being with me.

Because if we're together,
I can handle anything.

Without you, I can't do anything.

Antonio,

- promise me you'll really change.
- I promise, I promise, okay?

I promise.

I don't want to be sixty
like those guys,

at group therapy,
ruining their families' lives.

Oh, look!

- There's nothing in it.
- Because I just bought it.

Look, the yellow pages
are for a diary.

To write down
what happens every day.

The green part is for good stuff.

And the red is for the bad stuff.

But now that I'm with you,
I won't need it,

right?

Know what the shrink says?

That I don't have
any goals of my own.

Everything was just handed to me,
I had no choice.

Because of my family
and all that.

Do you have any goals?

I'd like to do something different.

Go far away.
The three of us.

You bet. And screw the store.

- And Toledo.
- And my brother.

- And my mother.
- And your sister. And her Scot, too.

Screw everything, right?

Screw everything.
Say it, Shorty.

- Screw everything.
- Really loud, okay?

Screw everything!

Screw everything!

Call your father to see
if he's bringing anyone.

My mother's coming for sure.
I don't know about my father.

Hi.

- Have you had supper yet?
- Yes.

- How'd it go with Rosa?
- Fine.

- Where did you go?
- Down by the river.

- Have you done your homework?
- Yes.

Okay, look. 78, 79, 80...

Juan, my sister

and my sister's escort.
Are you bringing anyone?

No.

What about that guy?

No, Ana.

- Hey, what does "retreat" mean?
- Toilet.

A toilet?
You asked for a toilet?

- Sure. ours is all cracked.
- Ana, how am I going to tell...

Can you think of a better time
to ask for a toilet?

- How can we tell my mother?
- Bridal registry or bank account.

I refuse to have the house
full of junk.

A bank account? You mean money?
How crass!

You're the crass one.
Write it: "retreat ".

Ready to go?

- I'm meeting my sister.
- Come on, let's go.

See you later, Lola.

- Anyone home at your sister�s?
- Not till tonight.

- Let's go then.
- Antonio, not at Ana's!

- What?
- Not there.

- Come on, damn.
- Antonio.

Antonio...

You haven't given me anything
in ages.

Like your ears or your nose.

Tell me what you want.

Everything. I want all of it.

From here...

to here.

It's already yours.

I want you to give it to me.

It's yours.

All of it. I want it all.

Your arms, your legs,
your fingers and toes...

Give it all to me.

- Say it.
- Take my arms.

- Your legs.
- Take my legs.

Your fingers and toes.

Take my fingers and my toes.

Your neck.

Take my neck.

Your breasts.

Take my breasts.

Your back.

Your shoulders.

My back.

My feet.

Take my eyes.

And my mouth.

Come on, Ana might come home.

So what?
I'm your husband, am I not?

I don't want her to know just yet.

Why not?

Don't you like how we are now?

I do. It's as if
we were dating again.

Look, when we're feeling more sure

and things are more settled.

When what's more settled?

We've been married
for nine years!

Come on now.

The hell I will.

What, you want some
new boyfriends now?

An English boyfriend
like your sister?

A foreigner who talks like a clown?

Or maybe a husband
who sells refrigerators

- isn't good enough anymore?
- That's not it, Antonio. I'm sorry.

Hell no.
Shit, this isn't normal.

It's not normal, Pilar.

Spouses must live together,

be faithful to one another

and come to each other's aid.

Husband and wife

have equal rights and obligations.

John McCormick,

do you take

Ms. Ana Perez Villar as your

lawfully wedded wife?

I do.

Ana Perez Villar, do you take

Mr. John McCormick
as your lawfully wedded husband?

I do.

By the powers legally vested in me,
I now pronounce you

husband and wife.

Ana, it's a beautiful wedding.
Lots of fun.

Right, for you.
What the hell is he doing here?

I didn't want to upset you.

I should have told you.

We're going home.

What?

- We're going home.
- Why?

John and I will be away
for two months. You can find

- another place.
- I'm going home with Antonio.

- But why?
- Because I love him.

Are you a complete idiot?

He's ruining your life!
Have you forgotten

- everything he did to you?
- He's my husband and he loves me.

A man who does that to you
doesn't love you.

How would you know?

You don't know him.
You never understood him.

You never thought
he was any good.

You never bothered
to get to know him.

Never, Ana. Never.

What's there to know?

Because he helped you
when Dad was ill?

Don't talk to me about that.

You weren�t there,
so how would you know?

That was hell, Ana.

But no, the little princess
is above all that.

You've always had it easy.

Always away,

always protected.

I get all the unpleasant stuff.

And you always judge
and criticize everything.

- What?
- Just leave me alone.

Leave me alone. I don't need

your approval.
Go on living in your wonderful world

and just let me live in peace.

And now, if you don't mind,
I'd like to ask

my mother to sing a song.
For Ana.

Long live the newlyweds!

Okay, this is the living room

and that�s the door,
and you come in now.

No, no. Not you.

- Why not?
- You're playing the wife.

Let someone else do it.

- Get someone else!
- Come on!

- Shit!
- What a hot babe.

Go ahead. You get home.

What?

Well? Say something.

Where's my dinner?

Okay, can't anyone
think of something better?

- Antonio.
- Hello. How was your day?

How was your day?
Where's dinner?

Okay, right. Let's see.

Imagine you're her.

You've been working all day,
you get home...

There must be something
to talk about.

Sure.

She's been home all day and she has
things to tell you, too. Go ahead.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Hey there.
- Hey there yourself.

Don't laugh, shit.

- Let her talk first. So what...
- But I'm the one who... I'm at home.

And I just got home.

So how about, what�s up?

What's up today?

- You guys aren't helping.
- I say: "What do you care?"

No, that�s how it goes.
What do you mean, I don't care?

- I've been working hard all day.
- Let somebody else do it.

Have you told them about the course?

Sure, but you know how lazy

they are.
It's impossible.

- Want some tomato?
- Go on, give me two.

They never sign up.
Not even for the easiest courses.

Well, it's their loss.

- They always take the easy way.
- They do.

It's because it's for volunteers.
Take out some cheese.

Have you told Pilar
about the courses?

- No, not yet.
- You may have other plans,

but since both of our contracts
are up, we had an idea for you.

Here. We offer courses
at the museum to train

visitors' guides. Rosa's one
of the teachers and I'm taking it.

It's really good.
But since it's for volunteers,

when you're done
you don't earn a cent.

But we can make money with it.

We'd meet people out of town,

travel all over...
travel agencies, exhibit halls...

Yeah, especially at savings banks.
They've got tons. At schools, too.

Museum guides?
Isn't that very specialized?

Well, for what I do, it is,
but Lola's got another idea.

Yeah. We'd offer a sort of "tour"

of the paintings with a brief
summary instead of a long,

scholarly one.

Nothing too dull.

Exactly. Not guides, but rather
guided visits. Right, Rosa?

I can see it already: "Rosa, Pilar
and Lola's Guided Tours. "

Look, this is Orpheus
and she's Eurydice, his wife,

who died from a snake bite.
He feels very sad

and decides to go to Avernus
to look for her.

- What's Avernus?
- Hell.

The Underworld.
Here's where these two live.

Pluto and Proserpina.

Orpheus plays the lyre very well.
See it?

And he begs them to let him
take his wife back

to the land of the living.

- And does he?
- Yes.

But on one condition.

He has to go first and he mustn't
turn around to look at her

until they�re out of hell.

They walk along misty paths,
dark roads,

and just before they reach the top,

Orpheus can't stand it any longer
and he turns.

Then what happens?

Time for bed, it's late.

- Hi, Dad.
- Hi.

Do you want some supper?

A beer.
I had a sandwich at the shop.

Want to go to the country
this weekend?

My brother asked for our help.

- How about it?
- Okay.

What's this?

Antonio, I'd like to take a course

to learn how to be a visitors' guide
at the museum.

It's free for employees.

What for?

Because it's really nice.

What do you have to do?

Learn about paintings...
and explain them.

- Learn about what?
- Well, we choose

a painting and look for
the mythological story it portrays

and the painting's history.

Look.

I chose this one.

Right.

Okay.

Well, let's go to bed.
I'm beat.

Look.

- How's it going?
- Get more bricks.

Coming. Hey!
What do you want, clay?

To mix mortar.

Hey! This is ready.

Come on, time to eat.

Lunch is ready. Okay?
Antonio.

I need some grub.

- Let's see, the wine.
- You said just a little lunch.

- So how does it look?
- Great, man.

It looks very nice.
I like it a lot.

- So simple.
- Yes, it's nice. I still wish

we had a second story.
There are some nice views

and we can't see them.

Not that again.
There's room to spare.

- But there's a lovely olive grove...
- Why not build a tower?

- Oh, yes.
- Instead of a whole story. A tower

- would give you the views.
- Yeah, more building,

more roofing, more bricks, more
money. Are you going to build it?

- No, I'm just saying...
- Keep your great ideas to yourself.

Antonio thinks
he's an architect now.

More wine anybody?

No, I'm drinking beer.

Could you pass me a glass, please?

You get a no-interest loan
from your father,

free labor from your brother...

and you�re all set.

It would be an amazing
country house.

And Andres says we can visit
whenever we want. No shit.

Hell, the place should be ours.
My father's loan comes from the store

and all the hours I've put in.

Without getting a cent.

With that crummy salary
he won't raise.

And Susana needs another story

so she can see the olive grove. Some
fucking nerve. I do the roofing.

I lathe bricks.

What are you thinking?

Nothing.

Nothing? Tell me, dammit.

- Nothing.
- Don't lie to me. Tell me.

That I'm not worth a shit?

- No.
- What do you mean, no?

What are you thinking?

I'm not thinking anything.
Honestly.

Tell me or we�ll stay here

- all fucking night.
- What can I say?

- What you're thinking.
- That you're right.

- That I'm not worth a shit?
- No, they should pay you more.

Ah, so I don't earn enough.
I don't earn enough.

- I didn't say that.
- But that's what you think.

- That I'm an idiot.
- No.

- Then what are you thinking?
- Mom.

- It doesn't matter.
- What?

What I say doesn't matter?
Don't you care?

Shut up. You're not interested.

- Mom.
- Shut your fucking mouth!

Antonio.

We've got three. Two euros and
76 cents for four bottles of milk.

A pack of yoghurts...

Juan, come here.

Thank you.

Go over to Angel's and try them out.

Okay.

Do you like it?

If you don�t, we can

change it, okay?

I like it very much.

Better now?

More relaxed?

Tell me.

Yes.

Yeah, Shorty, tell me.

When you're quiet I feel terrible.

You know that.

Because you know everything.

Who knows me better than you do?

Nobody.

Who understands me like you do?

Nobody.

Who knows you better than I do?

Nobody.

Who loves you more than I do?

Nobody.

Nobody, Shorty. Nobody.

- He's big, and just as stupid.
- Did you talk about it after that?

What could I say?
I don't want to talk to him.

I never want to see him again.

- Who, the kid?
- Too bad. He was so cute.

Cute? He's a jerk,
that's what he is.

The whole party
flirting with my friends.

- Saying how great you guys are...
- You should have done the same.

No, what I did was
pour beer over his head.

- You did?
- Did you really?

Listen, Lola.

What do you want
a steady boyfriend for?

Have some fun
and do whatever you want.

It's not that easy.

Sure. You have a wonderful man
who you can't stand having at home.

Exactly. Let him iron his own shirts
and take me to the movies.

- Beer for everyone?
- And wine for me.

Look, I want to tell you something.

If you're in a steady relationship,
you fuck.

That's how it is.
Pilar, do you fuck your husband?

- Yes.
- Like I said. That's the only way.

Lola, isn't that your man?

How about it?

- Go on.
- I'm not going.

Go on, he's asking you to.

- Don't be silly.
- Everyone be quiet.

She coming right out.

Okay, I'll go.

There she goes.

How romantic,
meeting her at the bar!

- She's head over heels.
- Him too.

- Lola.
- What?

- You won�t talk to me?
- Leave me alone.

- No, I won�t.
- Leave me alone.

I want... I'm in love with you.
Listen, I was a little drunk.

- I'm sick of you, don't you get it?
- Don't say that.

- You can't treat me like that.
- What?

Flirting with my friends
like that... I've had it.

- You're my sunshine, my treasure...
- Let's see what line you try now...

I can't live without you.

I can't. I swear.
I love you. I love you.

- Will you change?
- Kiss me.

- Bye, cutie.
- He's got her where he wants her.

Until the next time.

What have we got here?
Tuna, roast chicken, trout...

Hi.

Where'd you have lunch?

With Rosa.

- What Rosa?
- From the museum.

I left three messages
on your cell phone.

I must have turned it off
at the museum

and forgot to turn it back on.

I'm not used to it yet.

Who else went along?

- Where?
- To lunch, dammit.

Lola, another friend.

Why didn't you tell me?

It didn't know
you were eating at home.

How the hell could you
if you don't use your cell phone?

- Why did I give it to you?
- I told you...

Don't turn it off, dammit!

Don't turn it off.
I get fucking mad.

Then I get home
and there�s no one here.

- I'm sorry, I didn't know.
- You're clueless.

You can't do
two things at once.

You can't be at work
and answer the phone.

You only think about nonsense.

All nonsense. Look at me

when I talk to you, dammit!

- I didn't touch her.
- Not this time.

But you often have.

And you must learn
to stop much earlier.

Go on, take out your notebook.

I want you to write,
step by step,

what you think when
Pilar doesn't answer her phone.

Go on, I'll help you.

What happens when
she doesn't answer?

- I get mad as hell.
- Yes, but that's not why.

It's the thoughts
you have about it.

That's what we need to cut short.
What were you thinking?

That she didn't want me
to know where she was.

Because...?

I don't know.

I don't know.
I'd rather not know.

Because she's cheating on you?

Come on, if you don't say it,
we can't dismantle the idea.

How do we dismantle it?
By asking ourselves,

"Is she really with someone else?"

Rational response:

"Not answering doesn't necessarily
mean she's with someone else.

It means she can't answer
because she's working."

You follow me?

What else were you thinking?

That she's forgotten about me.

And that...

She might meet someone...
notice someone else.

Okay. Now we ask ourselves:

"Does one thing necessarily
lead to the other?"

Rational response:
"Dealing with men every day

doesn't mean falling
in love with them."

You see women every day
at the store

and you don't go off with them.
So why should Pilar?

I'm not interested
in those women.

I just want a normal relationship.

- Normal? What does that mean?
- A normal one.

A normal marriage,
I don't know.

Knowing where the other person is,
what they're doing.

Okay then, you'll have to ask her.

But it's not about being in control,
it's about trust.

How can you always know
what she's doing?

What she's thinking?
What her dreams are?

Actually, in the book
"The Metamorphoses"

Ovid says that

an oracle tells Danae's father
Acrisius that his grandson

will kill him.

So he locks his daughter
in a tower

so no man can get near her.

But Jupiter is in love with her

and enters the tower, turning
himself into gold dust to have her.

You see?

There's a storm, like golden rain,
and it goes straight into the tower.

- What did she think about the dust?
- Danae?

Well, I think she looks
pretty happy, doesn't she?

She gives herself
to him, body and soul.

At least,
that's how Titian painted it.

See? With her legs open like that,

oblivious to what's going on
around her,

without the slightest resistance.

So was this like pornography
at the time?

It was. In fact, this painting
was hidden for centuries.

Philip the Second had it painted
and placed in his private rooms.

Then came others who locked it up,

until Philip the Fourth
inherited it

and placed it in the room
where he took his naps.

His naps or...

something else.

Some of its owners,
like Jupiter,

wanted Danae right nearby.

But others

were like his father,
locking it up so no one saw it.

one king even wanted to burn it,

but he didn't manage to, and here
it is where everyone can see it.

Pilar Perez Villar.

What do you mean, gone?

Did she get my messages?

When did she leave?

And you don't know where.

Pilar, are you home?

Answer, dammit!

Are you there?

Hello, Antonio.

They said it was urgent.

- Is something wrong?
- I don't know.

- You don't know?
- No, I don't.

I don't know what�s going on.

I don't know if Pilar is with
someone else.

With someone else?
Have you any evidence? Proof?

- No.
- Then what makes you say that?

She's different, dammit!
I can see it in her eyes.

I can see it in her face.
In everything. She's different.

- How is she different?
- In everything, shit.

She's prettier, she dresses up more,
she's more everything.

- She talks about love all the time.
- Didn't she start a new museum job?

Then it's normal she'd dress up
to deal with people.

- Normal?
- You dress up, too.

- But that's different.
- Why?

Because I do it to work,
not to talk about stupid things.

Not about gods or any fucking crap.
I talk about normal stuff, dammit.

So what bothers you is
that she dresses up

or that she talks about painting?

That damn museum.
She knows it upsets me.

They don't even pay her. Why do it?
To bug me? To provoke me?

Maybe she likes it.

Yeah, sure she fucking likes it.
She likes bugging me, that�s it.

You still haven't said
why you're upset.

She'll meet one of those jerks
who go to museums, dammit.

What if they fall in love?

What will I have left?

Antonio, Pilar came back home.

Why would she leave?

Why should she stay?
Why the hell would she stay with me?

What can I talk about with her?

About orders? Delivery notes?
What the hell can I offer her?

A shitty salary, a shitty apartment,
vacation with my parents...

Why should she stay
with a guy like me?

Because you love her,

you listen to her,
you respect her

and don't threaten her

or insult her, or hit her,
or humiliate her.

"I have an important job.

I keep certain birds from
devouring the fertilizer,

- the seeds..."
- Hi.

- Do you have homework?
- No.

Okay then, that's done.

Can I play with my Playstation?

Are you hungry?
You want supper?

No.

I have homework, too.

Is something wrong?

I was at the museum.

At the museum?

I didn't see you.

I saw you.

You looked very pretty.

The painter says
we can listen to paintings,

hear them here inside
like when we listen to music.

Because the colours are like notes

and they are repeated as
in a melody.

Three yellows,

two blues,

then yellow again,

and a silence, some white.

White makes no sound,
it doesn't hurt.

If we can hear them,
we can also feel them.

Green is balance.

- We've got an offer for a job.
- We do?

Blue is depth,

and purple...

Purple is fear.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- How are you?
- Fine.

Antonio, they�ve offered us a job.

They want to give us a test first.

A test for what?

To be a guide
for exhibits in Madrid.

Madrid?
You're going to work in Madrid?

Well, if they hire us,
I can commute.

Yeah, but what for?

Why the hell work in Madrid?

I like it, Antonio.

I forget about myself
and everything.

- It's something I think I can do.
- No doubt about that.

You were always good
at useless things.

But what's the problem?
Are you bored with me?

Anything to get away from home?

What if we all go to Madrid?
The three of us.

Get out of Toledo.

Would you like that?
And screw everything.

Where would I work?
Would you support me?

We�ll find something.

You're good, Antonio.

You could do much more
than they let you.

- We'll see, Shorty.
- Let's try it.

Aren't we okay here?
You want to spoil everything?

- No, I don't.
- Then I don't see why

you need to go to interviews,
dammit.

Why am I seeing a psychologist
like some idiot?

What for?

So that you can move away
and leave me here writing crap

in some notebook?

It's not crap, Antonio.

You want to leave? Then leave.

Leave already, fuck it. But quit
driving me crazy. Just leave!

"Your heart goes faster and it's
like your head goes all fuzzy

and you can't breathe.
It feels like

your neck is full of ants

and you dry up inside.

The air goes still,
all the sounds stop.

Everything stops and you can't see."

That's what fear is like,
Antonio.

Don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid, Antonio.

Don't be afraid.

They even had to do that
any old way.

Your photo is much prettier
than Ana�s.

- How is everything, dear?
- Fine.

I haven't seen you
for so long.

Spoken with your sister?

No.

When will you two make up?

I'll never forgive myself

for not going to Valencia when
my brother Alfonso fell ill.

You remember Uncle Alfonso?

You know what your father was like.

He tried everything to stop me

and in the end I didn't go.

And after that

I never got another chance
to talk with him.

And I really loved him.

But your father
couldn't stand him

and I let him come between us.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm so glad you came.

The thought of him alone
today of all days.

He's not alone, he's dead.

Well, it's still his birthday.
Look.

Thank you. Well.

I'll leave you two to talk.

That's your only regret?
Not going to Valencia?

You liked your life as a martyr?

Always there with a man
who ruined your life?

Or did you like being so good,

so understanding, everyone

pitying you
for putting up with so much?

- I did it for your sake.
- That's a lie.

You did it for yourself.

I did the best I could, dear.

You try to do things better.

What are you talking about?

Sorry, Ana.
I have to go pick Juan up.

Pilar.

Pilar!

Antonio.

Tomorrow I'm going to Madrid
with Lola to guide an exhibit.

If we do it well,
we'll get the job.

- So you're going to that thing.
- Yes, Lola's expecting me.

Look at me when I talk to you.

Turn around.

- That's some get up.
- I want to look presentable.

- And you want people to look at you.
- I didn't say that.

- That's what turns you on.
- No.

Liar.

Like when you talk about paintings.

Walking around
while they follow you.

That's what turns you on.

Letting them look at
your legs and ass.

Show men how you do it.

Come to the museum anytime.

I want to see it now.

Go on, do it here for me.

That story about the god
who fucks his brains out.

- Antonio, don't.
- Do it!

They're expecting me.

Let's see, this one.

The naked fat ladies.
What are they doing? This one.

The goddess of menopause
feeling up the goddess of cellulite?

Don't you like it?

Let's get rid of it.
This one?

Not this one either.

And this one?
What's wrong?

Go on,tell the story.

Am I not enough of an audience?

No. What you like
is being looked at.

It turns you on
when they look at you.

Your ass, your tits,
everything, right?

- Antonio!
- That's what turns you on.

That's what turns you on.
That's what turns you on, right?

No, Antonio!

That's what you like.
Let everybody see you.

- Let everyone see you.
- No, stop!

What's wrong,
not enough of an audience?

Everybody's looking at you.

Antonio, please.
Let me in!

Let me in!

Are you happy? Did the neighbours
get a good look? Did they see you?

Are you happy?

Go clean yourself up.

Okay, you want
to report an assault.

When did it take place?

This morning. In my home.

The assailant attacked you
in your home?

How did he get in?

He lives there.
He's my husband.

I see.

Do you have a medical report?

No.

You know that

after you press charges your husband
will be called to make a statement?

You may want to leave your home,
for your own safety.

Shall I put you in touch
with social services?

All right. Where did he hurt you?

No, there are no injuries
on the outside.

They're on the inside.

Let's see if you can
describe what happened.

You say he didn't
attack you physically.

Did he insult you?
Did he threaten you verbally?

He broke everything.

Did he break anything of yours?

Everything.

He broke everything.

Everything, everything.

Take it easy, ma'am.

Excuse me.

Wait.

Why don't you sit down for a moment
until you feel better?

Something to drink?
A glass of water?

No. Excuse me.

I won�t take up anymore
of your time. Sorry to bother you.

What's wrong?
Won't you talk to me?

Say something.

- What can I say?
- I don't know.

What you did today. Anything.

- I didn't do anything.
- Well talk to the kid at least.

This is more like a funeral
than a family dinner.

- Can I go?
- We're not finished.

- Where?
- Let him go.

It's not his fault.

Can I go to Angel's house?

For ten minutes.

I apologized, didn't I?
What more do you want?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

What should I do?
Grovel on my knees?

I don't care what you say or do,
Antonio. I don't care.

I already said I was sorry.

- It won't happen again.
- I don't believe you.

And I don't love you.

- Don't say that.
- I'll shut up, but it's true.

I don't love you.
I never will again.

What are you going to do?

What? Leave me?

If you do, I'll kill myself.

- Go ahead. I don't care.
- I'll kill myself, you hearse?

- If you leave I'll do it.
- I want you to leave me alone.

I'll kill myself, you hearse?

Look at me.

Pilar!

Pilar, look at me!

Look at me!
I'll kill myself!

If you leave,
I�ll take my own life!

I don't give a shit!

- I don't care!
- Stop!

- I don't care.
- Stop!

Yes.

Yes.

No, we haven't heard anything yet.

Okay, darling. Bye now.

Don't worry,
they're watching a movie.

Thank you.

Wait here.

Look, she's one of your kind.

It's probably all the rage now.

- Are you Antonio�s family?
- Yes.

He's fine.
The cuts are superficial.

We gave him a sedative
and he's calm.

He'll stay here tonight.

We'll send him home tomorrow.

- All right, thank you.
- Can we leave?

Sure.
You can't see him till tomorrow.

Okay, thanks.

Would you like some tea?

A glass of milk?

No, thank you.

How am I going to tell Juan?
What should I say?

You don't have to tell him anything.

Antonio wasn't serious about it.

He wouldn't have done it
in front of you.

I can't go back to him.

Not again.

Ana, I need you to look after Juan
until I can take him with me.

- Of course.
- Will you?

Of course.
And if you want to stay here,

- if you need money, anything.
- No.

I'm sure Lola and Rosa
will help me out.

I feel like
I haven't been much help.

You listened to me, but...

I couldn't speak.

And now you can?

I need to see myself.

I need to see myself.

I don't know.

I don't know who I am.

I don't know who I am.

I haven't seen myself for so long.

I can't explain it.

Count on me for anything you want,

anytime you need me.

Thank you, Ana.

Pilar, we don't have all day.
Where's the bedroom?

Over there.

- Is this it?
- Yes, that whole side. It's mine.

This too?

No, not that.

- Is that everything?
- Yes.

Let's go then.

Subs ripped by Ingolf 2004

Hundreds and hundreds of "typographical"
and other errors corrected

by Officina Verborum 2010