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Rancel!

THE CITY OF NO LIMITS

How's dad?

Bad.

What did you expect?

Don't be shocked
by how he looks.

He didn't want me to come.

But I don't think
he ever imagined

that they'd diagnose a tumor.

Since then
your father's a different man.

It's as if he wanted people
to think he wasn't afraid.

He's always silent
and distracted.

But the doctors said
that without more tests

they can't be certain.

Luis, Pierre is one
of the top oncologists.

He knows your father
has got days or months

and an operation
will only prolong the illness.

Then why is he here?

We have to try everything,
don't we?

We've come to Paris because
your father insisted on it.

We should have
stayed in Madrid.

I think he wanted to come here
because this is where you met.

- You got married here.
- Yes. We met in this very hotel,

at a reception
De Gaulle gave for the Nuncio.

Wasn't dad a communist?

Yes, but I was covering
the reception

for the faculty magazine.

Imagine your father, the model
of a right wing businessman.

Dad was never right wing,
Alberto, not even now.

Nobody's anything now.

I am.

You?

Let's go to the hospital.

What party are you in now?

I've always been
in the same one.

Politics are out of fashion,
Luisito.

I'm sorry we had to meet
for a reason like this.

You should have come sooner.
You're very naughty.

Yes, everyone has told us off.

We're talking big money.

The pharmaceutical industry
moves thousands of millions.

Aren't you sorry
to give up a family business?

It depends.

- And your father?
- He doesn't know what he wants.

He changes his mind
every day.

Where are they?

Dad!

And Pilar?

- I don't know.
- I thought you weren't coming!

- Where's my father?
- They're doing some more tests.

- At this time?
- Come here.

Give me a hug.
Show me you haven't forgotten us.

My God,
you're still the same!

- So are you.
- Me?

I look like my own mother.
All the upsets...

My pleasure.

She speaks Spanish.

And I speak English.

I'm sorry, I didn't realize!
You could have told me.

I did. I told you
her mother was Argentinian.

And we're not in Spain.

Anyway...

The fact is,
you make a lovely couple.

She's beautiful.

Take care of her,
don't do like others did.

They're bringing him back now.

Poor old man.

Poor thing.

They say he's fine.

The number you have dialed
is not listed.

Please check
with the Information Service.

Víctor, my boy.

Don't tell me off.

I know I should have
kept in touch more.

Forgive me. I'm sorry.

It's cold.

They should turn up
the heating.

It's going to snow.

It's April.

April?

It'll snow anyway.

You haven't come these days.

We only arrived today.

You have a girlfriend, Víctor,
don't you?

She came with me,
but as you were asleep...

She'll come tomorrow.

Astrophysicist.

You didn't want to work
in the laboratories.

But you got two of your sons
to follow in your footsteps.

Yes.
And they did very well.

They are doing very well.

Yes.

Would you mind...

calling this number?

When you can.

No, no, no...

You can't do it from there.

From outside.

And who do I ask for?

Nobody.
Just call the number.

I want to know
if anyone answers.

I don't know if
one of the numbers is wrong.

I took my pills.

And how do you feel?

Didn't they tell you
that I'm going to die?

The number you have dialed is
not listed. Please check with...

What do you mean,
he didn't know you?

It seemed like
he was talking to me

as if I weren't me.

My father was never
very outgoing, but...

He was looking at me
and treating me as if I were...

I can't explain it.

You should have
got some sleep first.

And you?

Because my girl exists too.

I'm knocked out
because I've met your mom,

I've met Luis, Alberto...

You've been telling me
about these people for two years.

And?

It's amazing to see
that they've got arms,

they've got legs,
they move.

- You should change your dealer.
- Why do you say that?

I didn't know them,
it's a big thing for me.

Why that look?

I know what it means.

We're meeting your mom
in 30 minutes.

Put the plug in.

Put it in.

Go on.

No, put the plug in.

Stop it.
Put the plug in.

He arrived around midnight.

We'd been waiting for him
since ten, to have dinner.

We were worried.

Where is he? Why doesn't he call?
Is something wrong?

And suddenly he arrived,
just like that, soaking wet.

He said he'd spent the whole
evening talking to his father.

And did he?

How could he?
His father is dead.

Some people
talk to the dead.

Nobody talks to the dead,
Lorena.

Some people don't believe
in God, but I talk to Him.

- Give Him my regards.
- Luis...

Take Alberto to the airport.

He has to give the Dutch contract
to the lawyers.

Mom, we were thinking.
Why...

don't we wait until Dad
gets a bit better?

Dad isn't going to get better.

Dad,

this is Eileen,

my girlfriend.

Your girlfriend.

Hello.

I've wanted to meet you.
Víctor talks a lot about you.

Do you live here?

No, in Argentina with Víctor,
in San Juan.

Oh, yes, that's right.

You have to forgive me.

I don't remember things.

People can be so unreliable.
Eileen, come along.

Víctor is staying with you.

We're going to
my nephew's exhibition.

Jean François,
remember?

Good.

Don't cause trouble.

Víctor, there's a chess set in the
wardrobe. Eileen, shall we go?

He's the patient
with most visitors.

I'm sorry.
I do not speak French.

Many visitors.

Oh, yes.

Many visitors.

Would you like
a game of chess?

No, thank you.
I'd rather read.

Did you call that number?

Yes, but it must be wrong.
Some numbers must be missing.

Who do you want to speak to?

Nobody.
It's not important.

- May I use the bathroom?
- Yes, yes.

Why isn't he taking his pills
if he's always taken them?

Maybe he never has.

Shouldn't we tell the doctors?

Wouldn't it be better
to find out why?

Why is he pretending?
It's not like him.

Dad would say it out.

There's something.

Something he isn't saying.

He's scared.

Víctor, I'd be scared too.
He knows he's dying.

His mind is going.

No, it's not that.

It's part of it.

But I've got the feeling

that he's pretending
all the time.

- Pretending?
- Yes, in everything he does or says.

But pretending what?

That he's sick
or that he's losing his mind?

Watch him when
he's not looking at you.

Shall we go up?

You go on. I have to call
Pilar and the kids.

He's asleep.

- Let's go for a cigarette.
- Now?

- We've just come from the bar.
- We'll have another.

What is it?

I've just seen Dad
trying to escape.

Escape?
He was going for a walk.

No, I said "escape".

He's not asleep now and he's
wearing his suit over his pyjamas.

When he saw you
he got frightened and went back.

Yes, he hid behind the wardrobe
and put his suit on.

He wanted to leave
while no one was here.

But, Víctor,
if he wants to leave,

all he has to say is "I want
to leave", and that's it.

- Right?
- Yeah.

I don't get it.

What do we do?

Give him time
to take off his suit.

He might do something stupid.

The other day he went up
on the roof and almost fell off.

Just like when you were kids.
What are you plotting?

Hello, Mom.

Nothing, we're...

Giving up smoking.

Go on, get going,

or they'll tell us off,
like always. Go on.

Come on.

Dad, are you all right?

You think I don't know
what you're doing with me?

I'm going for a piss.

Numbers were like that
forty years ago.

The letters were
the area's initials.

This would be the number now.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Uncle, will you come up with me?
- No, it really scares me.

- I've got vertigo.
- Like Aunt Carmen.

So how do you travel
through space if it scares you?

I don't travel.
I just study the stars.

- From here?
- No, from home.

It scares him, so he sends
a spaceship with no one in it.

Then he sits in his armchair
and with a remote control

he directs it.

That's boring.
Are there extraterrestrials?

Yes, but they're here!

Did you talk to your brother
about the Dutch deal?

What is there to talk about?

That your mother and Alberto
want to sell the labs.

I'm not the best person
to give an opinion on that.

I think that your husband...
I'm sorry, your ex-husband

is the director or...

- No, the chief executive.
- That's it.

And he'll know
what has to be done.

Luis is a fool,
and your mother knows that.

What do you bet that if
your father agrees to sign,

Alberto will get Luis' job?

I don't think my father is too
worried about the firm right now.

- I'm going with Eileen.
- Ask your mom.

You can take her forever
if you want.

Carmen, are you coming?

No, I'm not.

- Cowards.
- We'll wait back there for you.

Come on.

How are you?

I was so scared
about seeing you again.

Given that we don't know
the real size of the tumor,

the chance of finding something
unexpected once we start

increases the risk
of the operation.

- Excuse me.
- Yes?

I don't know,
this may sound stupid, but...

Why are we talking about
an operation

which doesn't seem
to guarantee a good result,

without consulting him?

Your father?

Víctor, dad is in
no condition to decide.

I suppose
you've been with him.

Max is in a psychological state
verging on derangement.

Even so, I don't understand
why we don't ask his opinion.

After all,
we're talking about his life.

Víctor,
what Pierre means...

I know exactly what he means.
I'm giving my opinion.

So am I, as head of the
medical team which is treating him.

- I'm sorry if I've offended you.
- No, no.

Not at all.

But I think this is something
you should discuss among yourselves.

Do you really think dad can decide
when he doesn't know what day it is?

Or do you think we're all playing
with his life and we don't care?

Do you think you know
more than the doctors?

Mom, all I said was that I think
we should ask him for his opinion.

I can't explain it any better.

And if he wants to jump out
the window, do we let him?

I'm going to apologize
to Pierre.

I'll stay with dad tonight.

Yes?

Yes, what is it?

No, I'll pick you up.

I'll buy it
and go pick you up.

I don't know, Pilar.
As long as it takes.

All right, 'bye.

I'm going to Pierre's office
for a moment, but you can leave.

It's Lorena's birthday tomorrow,
we're celebrating it tonight.

I'm in no mood for birthdays.

- And you should rest.
- I'm very sorry.

I'm getting a taxi.

- You take Víctor.
- No.

I'll stay with mom.

Let's go.

Excuse me.

May I?

What's wrong, dad?

Dad...

I know something's wrong.

Help me.

I need someone to help me.

Didn't you go
with your brothers?

No, they went to pick up
the children and Pilar.

If you want to go to
the birthday party, I'll stay.

No,

really.

Anyway, I want to be with him.

It's hard to recover
lost time, isn't it?

Yes.

I'll be here
first thing tomorrow.

'Bye.

Happy birthday to you...

- Here's one present.
- I hope you like mine.

- One from your aunt.
- Here.

Thank you.

You're welcome!
Your aunt...

Your brother.

- Your father's first.
- Hello.

Look who I found
in the hotel.

- Bea!
- Bea!

How's my little girl?

Happy birthday.
Hello.

What is this?

A surprise.

- Have you made a wish?
- Yes!

Well, here it is.

You found it!

This is Beatriz, Luis' girlfriend.
Víctor, our little brother.

- And his girlfriend Eileen.
- Hello, I was dying to meet you.

My pleasure.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Hello, Carmen.
- Hello, Beatriz

Sit here.

Don't worry,
we'll sit here.

- Bea, do you want some cake?
- Of course. So, tell me.

- Were you on the ferris wheel?
- Yes!

How was the flight?

Horrific. I'm terrified of planes.
It's the second time I've flown.

Just to give you an idea,

I had to ask
the man beside me

if I could grab on to his hand.
But, anyway,

I'm here now.

- And I'm going back by train.
- When?

I don't know.

How's your father?

How is he doing?

We can see him
tomorrow morning.

You're taking her there too?

Children,

shall we go play
in the garden?

No, I'm staying here.

Why are you doing this?

- Pilar, I don't think...
- I didn't ask you.

What kind of example
is this for your kids?

You could have told me
you were going to bring her.

I didn't know she was coming.

It was a surprise.

It certainly was.

A surprise to see how
the nanny is moving up.

Pilar, we're celebrating...

Don't worry, I'm leaving.
Lorena, Alejandro, come along!

At least, I have a sense of decency
and some manners.

- But why are we leaving?
- Be quiet.

Come along.
Maybe she was never taught any.

- Mom, I forgot my present!
- Go and get it!

Come on.

Class can't be learned,
no matter how cute you are.

I'm very sorry.

Well...

Now Eileen has seen
a typical Spanish scene.

Alberto!

Who wants a drink?

I do.

Something strong.

I have to get out of here.

You have to help me
get out of here.

I have to get out of here.

Dad...

You're imagining things.
Try to relax.

You can't stop taking
your medication.

No one wants to hurt you.

If you want to leave,
no one is going to stop you.

This is a hospital, dad.

I'll never tell you
where he is.

This

is not a hospital.

They are not doctors,

or nurses.

Didn't they tell you?
They all believe that the city

has got no limits.

What should I do?

Don't speak in front of them.

You have to get a white coat,

like the ones they use,

with a name badge.

We can only do it

on Saturday or Sunday

when the shifts change
in the morning.

Don't look at the cameras.
They're watching us.

Bring a car

and leave my clothes inside.

Don't let your mother
see you taking them.

Not her or anyone.

Then what do we do?

Rancel.

- Rancel?
- Yes.

We have to warn him
before they arrive.

It's a trap.

Go away.

Go away before they see you.

I'll distract them.

Go away!

- Hello, love.
- Hello.

- Where's Eileen?
- She's shopping, with Carmen.

So you've met the nanny?

Luis' mistress.

Yes, yesterday.

Do you think it right
that she came here?

I don't know.
She's his wife now...

I don't understand you.
I must be getting old.

Does the name Rancel
ring a bell?

Rancel?

No, I've never heard it before.
Why?

No reason.

There they are.

Can you find out
to whom this number belongs

or to what address?

The address.

You're very kind.

And...

Could you check under Rancel?

I can't tell you any more.

Rancel...

No.

There's nothing under Rancel.

Nothing?

What are you doing?

I was looking for scissors.

We don't have scissors.

What do you mean?
I've got scissors.

You never had scissors.

What?

Here are my scissors.

What's going on?

He's scared.

He doesn't trust anyone,
he lies.

He's alone inside something
he's invented in his mind.

You have to tell
the doctors and your mother.

Luis is right.

But he doesn't want anyone to know.
Otherwise, he wouldn't hide.

Yes, but your father's ill,
and the doctors say the tumor

- could affect...
- You don't understand.

It doesn't matter
if it's affecting him,

if he's losing his mind
or if...

he's got a split personality.

The awful thing is that he thinks
we're doing something to him.

He isn't taking his pills,
he wants to escape,

he keeps calling a phone number
that doesn't exist.

OK, but don't take it out on me,
I've got nothing to do with it.

I do as I'm told,

I go with your sisters-in-law,

I go with your mother,
I go with the children.

I'm sorry.

I feel lost.

If I knew how to help you,
I would.

If you want, I'll stay.

No, not at all.

You've done enough.
We can't both be away

- from the observatory.
- Who's with him now?

Alberto.

- What is it?
- They're screwing!

He knows we're in the same corridor
and he's screwing her!

What is it?

This is an hotel,
not a whore house!

Your children
are in this corridor!

Don't touch me!
Don't dare touch me!

You should be
giving off to them!

Don't touch me!

What?

Hey, you lot,
go back to bed.

Come inside.

Víctor...

Come in.

Get out of here!

Cover yourself.

- Pilar, what's wrong?
- What do you mean, what's wrong?

The way she's screaming
it sounds like you're killing her.

If you tapped on the wall
like everyone...

- Like...?
- Pilar, calm down.

Don't touch me!

And I'm very calm.

Look,

what everyone does is
have some consideration

especially when your lover's kids
are practically next door,

and one's father is dying.
That's what everyone does!

You're right. Tomorrow
we'll change floors.

Why?
She can change, can't she?

That's what you wanted,
isn't it?

Getting in my bed
wasn't enough.

Did you know that, Víctor?

I was in hospital
having a miscarriage

and he was screwing her
in my house.

You want everything.

If only I'd die...

Well, you won't get it.

This is my family.

You're selling
nothing but pussy.

Pilar, that's enough.

Don't worry, tomorrow
we're going back to Madrid.

Don't bother saying
goodbye to your kids.

They heard enough
from you tonight.

Dad?

- Dad, are you all right?
- Go away. Get out of here.

Dad, open the door.

Go away!

Let me in, please.

Why did you tell her?

They know that only I know
where to find him.

Do they think I'm going
to take you to him?

I'll never do that.

- I won't.
- Dad,

I didn't want to tell them anything.
I just wanted to know who Rancel is,

to help you.
You must believe me.

I'll help you escape.
We'll do it Saturday.

I've got the coat
and the name badge.

We'll go out the back door,
when the shift changes.

Please, open the door.

Is he in the bathroom?

Yes, he's just gone in.

He has to get dressed.
They're taking him away.

- Dad!
- Where are they taking him?

To another center, to do
more tests for the operation.

It's part of this hospital.

Does it have to be now?

Yes, I suppose so.

Can I go with him?

Go with him? No.

Is anything wrong?

No, no.

Dad, open the door.

Do you want us
to go with you?

No.

I put the latest report
by the Dutch in your case.

You can read it, if you want.

He'll be back here Saturday.

Víctor.

Where are the others?

They'll be down now.

Has Dad ever owned

a house
or an apartment in Paris?

No, not as far as I know.

- Where are we eating?
- I don't know.

Alberto will tell us.

I don't feel like it.

I suggested it, as a farewell
for Eileen. It might relax us.

Yeah.

Has Pilar gone?

Yes. Just as well.

- Hello!
- Look at these beauties!

You look gorgeous!

Where's Beatriz?

Look, here she comes.

She's the best thing
that's happened to Luis.

Poor Pilar.

Carmen, Pilar is unbearable.

Why did she come?

She thinks that if we
do a deal with the Dutch

she'll end up with nothing
and the nanny will get it all.

- Don't call her the nanny.
- It's just habit.

Alberto thinks it's better
to screw the nanny

- than marry her.
- Really?

No, and I'm not
going to discuss it.

I know myself.

Which is my drink?
What a crowd!

Is Beatriz on her own?
She may never come back.

Come on, let's dance.

You're all deadbeats.

If we reach the dance floor.

Come on, we're going to dance.
Come on.

Come on, the plane's leaving.

I hope there's a miracle.

So do I.
If only miracles existed!

What are you up to, Víctor?

- Me?
- Yes, you.

- Your mom said it.
- What?

I hope you know
what you're doing.

- Well, the plane's leaving.
- Víctor...

I know that you love me
and that I love you,

and there's no doubt about that.

And I know I'm a real drag
when I keep telling you

that I want to marry you.

Let me tell you this,

then I'll turn around
and leave.

I want you to know that
I adore you above all else.

- Good.
- And that

I want you to be sure
about being with me.

I don't know what's going on
with Carmen, I don't care,

but when you get it sorted out,
come home.

I'll be waiting for you,
whatever you decide.

It'll be fine with me.

Ciao, my love.

Ten o'clock.

Ten o'clock?

Yes, the shift changes now.

Ah, ten o'clock, yes.

We must be careful.

They may let us get out
so they can follow us.

No, they know nothing.

Where are we going?

I can't tell you.

- All right.
- Let's go.

The key.

Yes, here it is.

All right, let's go.

- You go first.
- Yes.

We have to get out of here
quickly. Where's the car?

- Don't worry, no one's seen us.
- Yes,

- they can see us.
- No.

Why is he here?

Luis?

Yes, Luis.

- He's coming with us.
- No! He's with them.

No, he's with us.
He wants to help you too.

No, you're crazy, you're crazy.
Let's get out of here!

Wait, wait, wait.
I'll tell him to go away.

Calm down.

I won't be long.

- What's wrong?
- I'll go with him.

You go to the hotel.
If they ask, act dumb.

- Where are you going?
- I don't know. Keep your phone on.

Víctor... Víctor!

I'm back.

Do you know...

Do you know

why they're looking for him?

For... For Rancel.

Because only he knows
the ways out of the city.

I don't know where I am.

Where do you want to go?

You have to trust me.

We have to find Rancel...

before he goes to the station.

He'll be at home.

If he isn't there, he'll be
at the fountain with the others.

Let's go.

Wait here for me.

He's not in.

Wait here for me.
I'll see if he's at the fountain.

Where is... the fountain?

It should be here.

Here...

Where is... the fountain?

It should be here.

You've changed everything.

This...

isn't the street.

It's a lie.

Rancel...

Where is he?

It's a trap.

Dad, you're all right.

The fountain isn't here, Víctor.

- It isn't the same street.
- Don't worry.

We'll find it.
Calm down.

Don't let him get on that train.

It's a trap.

You have to find him.
Tell him

that you're my son.

Give him

this button.

That way, he'll understand

that something

is wrong.

The button...

Give it to him.

He'll know

that he's in danger.

May I have a word alone
with Víctor?

Sure.

I'll go have a coffee.

I won't be long.

It was Luis's idea, wasn't it?

What?

I don't know
what he's scheming.

He wants to persuade dad
I'm working against him.

I just follow
mom's instructions.

And?

Where did you go?

Where do you think we went?

For a walk.

In a taxi,
to the center of Paris?

You think we took him
to make a new will?

You really think that?

Luis didn't come with us, and
he never suggested such a thing.

You think Luis would do that?

Would you do it?

I'm sorry, really.

He asked me in such a way
I felt sorry for him.

I didn't think going for a walk
would do him any harm.

Pierre thinks it's better that there
are always two people with him,

and only in visiting time.

You should talk to Luis.
He might tell you where they went.

I don't need to talk to Luis.

Who is this Rancel?

Nobody.

Who lives on the 4th floor?

He says it's been closed
for 40 years, nobody lives there,

and the owner
doesn't want to rent it.

Why did he hide from everyone
for 40 years that he had an apartment

which he visited occasionally?

Is he Rancel?
Is he looking for himself?

He says there was never a fountain.
But what there was, in this cafe,

was a bookshop called
"The Fountain".

frequented by
a lot of Spaniards.

From the Communist Party.

He doesn't remember it
very well now.

No one gave their names then,
and Rancel could be a pseudonym.

Your father was in
the Communist Party.

Yes.

What are you looking for?

According to your husband,
a lawyer to change the will.

According to my father,

someone who's in danger
if he gets on a train,

or someone who got on that train.

I think my father believes
he's living something

that happened 40 years ago.

Why don't you ask him?

I did.
You know what he answered?

When I'm dreaming, those who
have locked us up in this city

look at my dreams

and discover everything.

Your father's losing his mind,
Víctor.

Yes, but he doesn't know.

What are you going to do?

Look for that ghost Rancel.

If he was in the Communist Party,
he must be listed somewhere.

And if he doesn't exist?

He does exist.
You know why?

Because someone in my dear family
doesn't him found.

In your family?

Sorry, but I'm lost.

It's impossible not to be lost.

A beer?

By the way,

why are you here?

To tell you the truth,
I was following you.

Got a car?

Yes.

Will you take me
to the station?

Between following you there
and taking you,

I prefer taking you.

Thanks a lot, Juan.
So long.

Víctor...

He'll check it out.
My friend on the newspaper.

He'll look
in the Communist Party files.

If he finds anything,
he'll fax it to the hotel.

That's great, thanks.

- I won't say a word to anyone.
- That's it.

Hello, Marie.

Hello, my dear.
You want a drink?

No, I just want to know
who's going to the hospital.

Víctor and I.
I'm waiting for him.

- How's the little one?
- She's fine.

She loves being
with my mother.

I have to leave tomorrow,
school's beginning again.

- Unless you want me to stay.
- No.

- You've done enough.
- I'll change and be right down.

- And I'll see Max before I leave.
- Very well.

Did you speak to the hospital?

Yes, he's fine, he ate.

Why did you lie to me?

Mom.

Tell me who Rancel is.

Would you like anything?

What?
No, no, nothing.

Rancel was a friend
of your father,

before I knew him.

They both belonged
to a cell

which acted as liaison
between Madrid

and the party's organization
in exile.

They used to smuggle
propaganda into Madrid.

That was their mission.

But one day, someone betrayed
them to the Spanish police,

and they were waiting for them
at the border.

That day,
Rancel arrived on his own.

Your father,
no one knows why,

never got on that train.

Did he betray him?

Everyone thought so.

Rancel was sentenced
to ten years.

And he died in jail.

He died after four years,
of pneumonia or something similar.

Your father never went
to visit him.

And he never forgave himself.

He never spoke of it again,
until now.

Víctor.

Víctor, forget about it.
No one can help him.

You can't relive the past.

Maybe I should have
told you about it before,

but I was waiting
for him to forgive himself.

Or to forget about it.

I've done everything.

I've tried everything, explained
it to him, fought with him...

But he stopped speaking to me.
He won't look at me.

I don't know
what he's thinking.

And I see how
he's gradually wasting away,

confusing memories
with the novels he reads.

He isn't the same anymore.

He isn't himself.

Right,
whenever you want.

Shall we go?

I'll go a bit later.

"Joaquín Navarro Montaves.
Alias "Rancel".

Literature professor.
Born in Santander in 1925.

He was a party member
from 1957.

Arrested and tried

for conspiracy against the state
and sentenced

to ten years in jail."

Did Alberto tell you they're
closing the deal in Amsterdam?

Yes.

- Did he tell you when?
- No.

Come in.
Nobody's sleeping tonight.

Hello.

I wanted to say good-bye,
I'm leaving tomorrow.

Yes, hello, Eileen.

I'm leaving too.
I came for a drink.

Love to the little one.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Yes, all's well.

Yes, I was asleep.

It doesn't matter.
I'll call you in the morning.

Yeah. Kisses.

Same here.

What must Luis think?

I don't care.
I never have cared.

Why didn't you go
to the hospital?

What for?

To tell him it's too late
to look for a dead man?

Rancel is dead?

Yes.

You know why?

Because my father,

my father,
his companion, his friend,

betrayed him.

Your father?

He was sentenced to ten years
and he died in jail.

Now he's looking for him.

How ironic.

How horrible.

Yes?

Yes, Eileen.

No.

Of course I'm alone.

I told you before,
I was asleep.

I don't want to talk to you?

I was asleep. I swear
I'll call you as soon as I get up.

I love you.
Of course I do.

Good-bye.

- How's your father?
- Stable, thank you.

May I have the key
to my mother's room?

- I have to leave her this.
- Of course.

THE CITY OF NO LIMITS

Excuse me.

Where's my father?

My father...
Where's my father?

- Your father is in another section.
- Where?

Visits are not allowed.

- Where's Pierre, the doctor?
- Pierre

is off today. Tomorrow.

Ask your mother. She knows.

Víctor.

Is anything wrong?

No. I don't know.
They won't let us see him.

Do you know why?

It's just while they're preparing
him for the operation.

And he has to be isolated?

I don't know, I'm not a doctor.

Rancel didn't die in jail.

No one writes
a novel20 years after his death.

Who is Rancel, mom?

I'm going to find him.

Who is he?

What happened?

Let him explain.

Why did you lie to me again?

You aren't the best person
to talk about lies, Víctor.

Now, if you don't mind,
my friends are waiting for me.

There it is.

- Shall I come with you?
- No, it's all right.

What will you do now?

I'm going to get Sofía from school.
It's near here.

Will you come home?

Yes, no, I don't know.

- Well...
- Anyway, thanks.

Yes?

Does Joaquín Navarro live here?

Yes, but he's out.
What did you want?

I'm the son of a friend of his.

Could you take my phone number
and tell him to call me?

- I'd like to speak to him.
- Yes, I'll get a pen and paper.

- If you don't mind...
- Of course not.

I'm in the Hotel...

No, wait.

Better still,

please tell him to call me
on my cell phone.

And tell him I'm the son

of Maximiliano Martín.

Very well, I'll do that.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

FOR VI'CTOR MARTI'N

Don't you like it?

It's lovely.

For your room.

- Say thank you.
- Why? She doesn't like it.

Do you, Sofía?

The thing is, she's dying
with sleep. Come on, bedtime.

- Kiss your godfather.
- Good night.

Wait till you see
how it lights up your room.

It's lovely, isn't it?

Pour yourself a drink.
They're over there.

Your name hasn't faded.

Your face has.

It mingles with other faces
and becomes deformed.

I don't know if it is
all part of the torture.

I can't tell anymore.

I don't know
if he'll give you this letter.

I don't know if he's a friend
or if he's lying.

I would have liked
to embrace you, but I'm dying.

There isn't much time left.

I've seen the train,
I've seen them inside,

many times,
waiting for you,

and you don't realize it.

Other times, you knew
and got away in time.

or they've made it up
so that I'll tell them where you are.

I have to stop you
from getting on that train

for it will take you
to your death.

Other times,
you're already dead.

A s I am.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Joaquín hasn't come back.

Did he get my message?

Yes, but he's away and doesn't
know when he'll be back.

I'm sorry.

Could you give me
a phone number for him?

No, he told me that
he couldn't see you.

He's sorry, but he's very busy.
Would you like to come in?

No, no, thank you.

Look,

tell him that Max, my father,

needs to see him.

He's very ill,
he won't live much longer.

Yes, I'll tell him, but...

He spends half the year
in Paris and...

Paris?

Is he there now?

My father's in Paris too.

Please,

tell him to contact me.

Tell him just to take
a coffee with me.

Five minutes.
Just five minutes.

All right, I'll do it.

Do you have a pen?

I'm always asking you
for a pen.

Thank you.
And some paper?

Tell him I'll wait for him,

at this address in Paris,
tomorrow, all through the day.

And also tell him
that I gave you a button.

He'll understand.

I'll tell him.

- Thank you for everything.
- You're welcome.

Alberto rang. They're going
to operate on your father.

Luis, listen!

Luis, will you calm down?

What time's the operation?

Right. That's signed
by Pierre, isn't it?

They say he's incapacitated
for everything.

You're the one
at that family meeting.

I said, you...

You're the one
at the family meeting!

You've spoken to him?

They could have
delayed the operation.

You'll be happy.

They'll name another chief
executive. And who will it be?

It's none of my business.

I'm not going
to give my opinion,

and the train
doesn't want yours.

What rubbish!

Anyway...

I'm going to sleep,
or I'll try to anyway.

Move.

I spoke to your brother too.

He thinks he's doing
what's best for everyone.

My mother probably says
exactly the same thing.

What will you do?

What can I do?

And what about us?

I'm going to tell Alberto.

No...

Don't tell him.

I see.

You've never been
in love with me.

I think I was.

You're leaving.

Again.

I think it's the best.

The best for you.

Yes.

Yes.

For me too.

I don't want

to die naked.

Yes.

Yes, yes, that's me.

No, I'll be right down.

Yes, in the cafe.

Yes.

I suppose that in every age

there were many who dreamed
of a society

that was more just,
more intelligent.

And, like us,
they fought for it.

But there are other elements
which sweep everything away

and set out
the rules of the game.

The dreams are sold out,
bit by bit,

almost without you realizing.

And life envelops you,

carrying you along.

That's why you have
to keep fighting.

But it wears you out.

It really does.

I don't bear him any grudge.
I never did, not even in jail.

Your father was always
a good person.

And I'm sure he continued
to be so. But he was a coward.

With that cowardice,
so common it must be said,

of those people who...

How can I put it?

Who don't think they're capable,
who don't believe in themselves.

We all have a bit of that,
I'm sure.

That night, when Max
didn't show up at the station,

I was stretching out the time.

During my arrest, the trial,
those first months in jail,

I was waiting all the time
to see his face.

And then, a phone call,
a letter, something.

And one day,

I don't know when, or at
what moment, I stopped waiting.

I forgot him.

I forgot him in here,

although I can remember every word,
every song, even some shirts.

I guess I had
to go on living.

That's why
I won't go to see him.

I can't. I don't want to.
Don't get me wrong.

It isn't a question
of pride or of revenge.

I told you before that
I would never dare judge you.

If you think you shouldn't go

I've got no more arguments.

This isn't my story,
it's yours and his.

It was mine.

Not anymore.

I won't deny that I thought it
more mine than your father's.

And it isn't that
time has hardened me.

I'm touched to know
that Max kept that house

where we spent
a period which was very...

very beautiful, very important
in our lives.

But forty years ago.

You've seen it,
it's empty now.

So why have you come?

If I'm to be honest,
for you.

Not for him.

When Alex told me
about the button

I got the impression
it was worth coming for you.

I'm sorry I can't go with you.

You'll have
to invent something.

Yes.

I'll have to invent something.

And I don't know what.

If only I had the imagination
of the character in your novel.

If only I knew the ways
to get out of the city.

And

get my father to do
what he didn't do that night.

Because, really,

he just wants to warn you.

Tell him that you saw me.

I don't know...

It must be terrible when illness
changes a loved one...

into a lunatic.

Until today,
I thought just the opposite.

I mean that...

I know that losing your mind

may be the worst
that can happen to you.

But my father has found,
or has invented, the possibility

of reliving that night.

And preventing it.

For him, Rancel hasn't
got on the train yet.

He still hasn't betrayed
his friend.

He didn't betray me.

It was Marie.

My mother?

But why?

Jealousy.

As simple as that, jealousy.

I was a nuisance,
an element to be eliminated.

And she did it.

Marie was very clever, she was
very sure of what she wanted.

Your father can't forgive himself
another betrayal.

That of knowing it.

Of having known it
since then.

I don't know which is worse.

Well.

At least you know that
my father didn't forget you.

If you change your mind,
call me.

I will.

Thank you for coming,
for giving me some of your time.

- It was a pleasure meeting you.
- Likewise.

And thank you again.

Are you looking for your father?

Did your mother
give you an envelope?

An envelope?

An envelope from your father.

Yes, thank you.

You went to Madrid.

And you saw him.

Yes.

Is he going to come?

No.

I suppose
he hasn't forgiven me.

I haven't forgiven him either.

I was only 22,

and your father
was all I cared about.

You don't need to explain.
Regrettably...

You won't believe
a word I say.

No.

There's one thing
you will believe.

If I had to do it again,

I would.

You're right.

Are you so sure you can
reproach me for it?

Ever since Luis was born,

I've done everything so you
wouldn't doubt your father.

For him.

Doubt what?

His sexuality?

Rancel and you
have something in common.

I must have inherited it.

He was arrogant, like you.

He paraded his homosexuality
like a flag.

Conceited, proud...

He treated others
as he pleased.

Please...

You don't need to explain.

I don't care.

And I don't care why you did it.
Really.

But, at least now,

only now,

when he's got no time left,

leave him alone, for God's sake.
Let him die in peace.

Aren't you ashamed...

to keep on and on

and on.

Don't you get tired?

If it hadn't been
for what I did,

you might not even exist.

For that alone,
you should be grateful to me.

Mom, go to hell.

Go to fucking hell.

No, I'm sorry,
first give me a letter

which I believe is for me.

"Your name hasn't faded.

Your face has.

It mingles with other faces
and becomes deformed.

I don't know if it is
all part of the torture.

I can't tell anymore.

I don't know if he'll give you
this letter.

I don't know if he's a friend
or if he's lying.

I would have liked
to embrace you,

but I'm dying.

There isn't much time left.

I've seen the train.
I've seen them inside,

many times,
waiting for you,

and you don't realize it.

Other times you knew
and got away in time.

Or they've made it up
so that I'll tell them where you are.

I have to stop you
getting on that train,

for it will take you
to your death.

At other times,
you are already dead,

as I am.

Other times
you talk to me and smile,

and say things you'd never said,
and you say you love me.

I wanted to love you,
but I couldn't.

At times, I dream
that we're still there

and that time is ours,

and that your lips
are on my naked body,

and then my children

see us embracing, naked.

But they're no longer
my children.

They're her children.

I don't know them.

I don't know anyone.

Remember?

Freedom is traveling
with you on that train.

If they find you,
they'll kill you.

And the city will keep growing
without a way out for anyone.

Only you can teach my children

to walk that path. Do it,

and I'll know
that you've forgiven me.

Max."