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Hi.

Hi.

How was your day?

Good.

Anything to share?
An adventure or something?

-No.
-Your backpack.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-How was school?
-Fine.

Often this curiosity is due more

to the child's need
to know his own sexuality

than a desire to know exactly
what his parents do in bed.

This reminds me of
the situation of Goldilocks.

The headboard of Papa Bear's bed
is too high.

Mama Bear's footboard is too high.

This shows us that their
relationship and intimacy

is beyond Goldilocks' reach.

Well, we'll meet next week,
and remember,

happiness isn't possible for those

who haven't managed to overcome
their Oedipus issues.

Or for those who haven't addressed their
lingering conflicts in a mature manner.

Smell these.

I'll pick some rosemary.

-Golden Dragon?
-No. We're telling Oliverio today.

I'm not doing this for you.

Okay! I know! I know.

You won't have supper with us?

No, no.

Are you sure?

About what?

Are you serious?

Oli?

-It's time for dinner.
-Coming.

-Turn that off, Son.
-Coming.

I'll pause it.

It's best for everyone, Oli.

Where will you live?

For now, with Susana.

-With Susana?
-What's wrong with Susana?

I thought you liked her.

It's just temporary. Until I find
something more permanent.

Do you want to go, Dad?

No.

I don't want to go.

I don't want to go.

Nobody wants him to go.

Don't go, then.

-It's more complicated.
-It's more complicated.

I'll go get...

Let's not be dramatic,

this isn't easy for anyone
but it's what's best for all of us.

He'll be fine.

Ro!

Dad!

Get my phone!

Bring the phone!

Ro!

Ro!

They're on their way
to get the body ready.

You're dead, dad.

You're dead.

You're dead.

Oliverio!

-We really sorry.
-Thanks.

-He's in a better place.
-Please, Margarita.

-They're making you work?
-No, it's me...

I need to keep myself busy
or the world will fall apart.

I've been trying to think of something
to say to you to make you feel better.

I have nothing.
I'm sorry.

Did you know my Dad died
from a premonition?

An aneurism. Nobody dies
from a premonition.

Twins are supposed to have
a special connection

and they can sense
when the other one is in danger.

You didn't feel anything?

No. Rosita called me.

Don't underestimate the cell phone.
They're mysterious in their own way.

Ok, will you come in with me?

If you need something,
anything, let me know.

I know everybody says that,
but I mean it. Anything. OK?

A woman congratulated me
instead of giving condolences.

Good night.

What was that?

His brother.
Wait!

Remus! Wait!

Remus!

Remus!

I'm coming.

You're not staying with us?
The guest room is ready.

Thanks, but you have
a lot to deal with.

-Where will you stay?
-With Susana.

Oh... Susana.

Fine.

I didn't do anything
behind your brother's back.

I'm not here to judge.

Bye!

Is everything ok?

You want me to stay tonight?

I can stay in the guest room.

No.

Are you sure?

Oli?

Oliverio!

Where's Oliverio?

He's not in his room?

Oli!

Oliverio!

Oliverio!

You slept here?

Come, they're taking
your father away now.

Oli...

You want a mint?

Oli...

Oliverio!
I haven't seen you cry yet.

It's... normal to show vulnerability
at a time like this.

Crying can be liberating.

-Why don't you cry then?
-Oliverio!

Oliverio!

ANEURISM

SORRY, SENDING YOU A HUG.
LOVE AND INFINITE LIGHT

Take this to Oliverio, please.

Right now?

No. Whenever you can.

What are you doing here?

You can't be here, Dad.

Come.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I'm sorry.

You're not going to school?

Oliverio...

You have a lot to process,

but you must do it while
you go on with your normal life.

If you ignore
your responsibilities,

instead of getting better,
everything will get worse!

They snowball, and what started
as an emotional problem.

Turns into a practical problem.

You lost your dad. It's painful
for everyone. I'm devastated.

But you don't want to get
behind at school.

-Oliverio, get up and take a shower!
-I'm not going!

You're not moving from here?
Perfect, great, you will live here!

This is your living space!

Flounder on your island!

Throw them into the sea.

He hated the beach.

Set them on a pretty
modernist piece of furniture.

Just so.

My dad was a weird guy.

Yes!

And it's even weirder that you two were
so different.

Your grandma had
an explanation for that.

You know it?

No.

Well...
supposedly when we were born

for some reason all her milk
went to a single breast,

so I got the good breast,
and Romulus got the bottle.

Why didn't you take turns?

You'd get the breast for a while
and then my dad.

You'd get the bottle for a while
and then my dad.

I don't know.

I never asked.

Is the boy doing any better?

He's worse.
I don't know what to do.

He's dead set on his ostracism.

Relax, Lily,
it's all too recent.

Give him time and space.

No, you don't know
how he looks at me.

As if I were an assassin.

Blaming is part of the process.

I'll go there tomorrow
and talk to him.

He'll be more receptive
to someone neutral.

Rest.

Try to sleep well.
Take something so you can sleep.

I love you.

Lily?

Perfect! Thanks a lot.
Bye.

Everyone in school
was very understanding.

They understand what
you're going through

and they won't count
the days you've missed.

I spoke with Norma.

She says you must continue
studying so you won't miss too much

so someone will be coming
to help you keep up.

Oli?

-Oliverio!
-What?

Did you hear me?

Yes.

Just look at your shirt.

You're in a self-destructive spiral.

You've got to do something
for yourself.

If you're hungry, go make
yourself something in the kitchen!

-Do something for yourself!
-Great! Starve me to death now!

No more taking him food
and coddling him!

He must start moving.

Generate endorphins to get out
of the depressive cycle.

Rosita!

It's for his own good.

Is that your cell phone?

Come on, let's go play.

Come on.

-No, what a drag!
-Come!

Oli doesn't move
from there anymore.

That's his living space.

What the hell?

I don't move from here.

You don't move from where?

From here.

From the chair?

It's not a chair.
It's a chaise lounge.

Whatever.
Why aren't you moving?

Why make so much effort?

At any moment an artery
can burst and, bye, you're dead.

You're not going to school anymore?

Where will you shit?

Squatting over the water.

You'll get it all over the deck.
You won't make it into the water.

Of course I won't.
I'll lean over.

Come on, let's play.

I'm not moving from here.

Stop fucking around.

-Come on!
-No.

I don't know what to do, Arnold.

Today he had an outburst of violence
against his best friend.

It could have ended in tragedy,
and all without moving from there.

I was worried about the hate
he felt against me, but...

he hates the whole world.

I'm afraid he might
become dangerous.

He needs help, Arnold,

but he won't let me near him.

Let me talk to him.

To draw my own conclusions.

Right now?

Right now!

I'll get him out
of that toxic bubble.

-Arnold!
-Yes?

Be careful.

Good evening.

May I?

Is there anything
you want to tell me?

Are you kidding?

Each person grieves
in his own way.

You have the right
to feel pain, frustration...

guilt...

but use the tools
you have at hand.

Your mother is also
an excellent therapist.

It's dangerous not to share
what's going on with you because

it generates a spiral of emotions
that find no outlet.

You're a ticking time bomb.

Your mother and I
have plans together.

You can be a part of them.

But you must do your part.

Work as a team.

I'm not trying
to replace your father.

You're big now.

We can be partners in crime!

Pals!

But right now
we must help your mother.

She's having a hard time.

It's a difficult time

and refusing to talk to her and isolating
yourself here just makes things worse.

I don't get why it's
a difficult or complicated time.

My mom got rid of my dad
without all the bureaucracy.

She also gets to keep everything.

She should be happy. It all worked out
better than she hoped.

It's always complicated.

Well...

it's been a pleasure
chatting with you.

Sure, "pal".

How did it go?

Jump.

-Jump.
-Jump.

-Jump.
-Jump.

-Jump!
-Jump.

-Jump.
-Jump.

Jump! Jump! Jump!

Rosita!

-Sorry.
-You should join me.

Tomorrow.

Clarity and fortitude!

The house is full of cockroaches.

Rosita,

I know you're sad too, but we
can't let the house fall to ruin.

Decline is a luxury we cannot afford.

Hello.

Yes?

I'm here to help Oliverio so he
won't lag behind in school.

-And your name is...
-Marianna.

Come in.

What are you doing?

What are you doing here?

There's a river?

It's really pretty.

Newton's Second Law.

This law talks about
the changes in velocity

that something has
when force is applied.

That's called acceleration.

Remember that acceleration
is also related

to the changes of direction
of a moving object.

That's what happens
when a tied object spins.

A force is applied and prevents it
from shooting out in a straight line.

It's accelerating towards
the center of the circumference.

Therefore, we can say
that the acceleration of a body

is directly proportionate
to the force applied.

The value of constant K,

represents the property
of the object we call "mass".

Hi!

Are you hungry?

Yes.

I'd bring you something to eat here,
but Oli might want some.

Come and eat.

-Let's go.
-Thank you.

Come on.

You're not friends
with Oliverio?

No, not at all.

I don't even like him.

He's stuck up.

Then why are you here?

We drew straws and I lost,
so I had to "volunteer".

Can I ask you something?

What would you think
if I told you that I was your dad?

Dad?

What would you think?

Well, the truth is my dad died.

So I'd be glad.

I'll see you tomorrow.

-You're coming again?
-Of course.

Every day until
you go back to school.

Bye!

I think it will encourage
his sedentariness.

No, no, it's perfect!

It's feeding his curiosity
for the outside world

without altering his passivity.
It's very subtle.

At any moment he'll run out
searching for adventures.

I'd settle for him just eating
inside the house.

We might not even see
him for a while.

Will he stay here for long?

I think your brother-in-law...

ex-brother-in-law...

is a disturbing presence.

-For the child.
-I'm a widow.

We never divorced so he's
my brother-in-law, isn't he?

I guess he'll always be
my brother-in-law.

Whatever you say.

For Oliverio it must be hard
to constantly see his father's face.

It prevents him from accepting
the loss and moving on.

They look nothing alike.

-Good evening.
-Hi.

Arnold brought
a telescope for Oli.

-How cool!
-And food from the Golden Dragon.

Will you join us?

How delicious!
But I have a date with Susana.

Cancel it.

No, I'm actually running late.
But thanks.

Bye Oli.

-See you tomorrow.
-Bye.

-Ciao.
-Bye.

Goodbye.

Oli?

-What?
-Will you join us?

I don't want to ruin
your romantic interlude.

You're insufferable!

It's a loan. To make
your process more interesting.

To make it aesthetic
and not just static.

You pee sitting down?

Only in the middle of the night.

You have no respect,
fucking my wife in my own bed!

You're a piece of shit!

For giving your wife
what you never could?

You killed me.

Cancel all my appointments!

Tell them it's a personal issue,
that I'm really sorry,

but we'll have to reschedule...

Good morning!

No, I don't know!
This is an emergency!

There's a plague in my house,
try to understand, Margarita!

It's getting late,
you need to go.

Yes?

No, no, don't put her on.

No, why now?

No, no, don't put her on.

Hi!

Because I'm excited.

I'm so happy to meet you.

-What are you doing?
-Striptease.

You're so ridiculous.

Maybe it's a happy bug.

Those bugs just live a few days.

They don't have time to
make up things about happiness.

Exactly. If their lives are so
short, they must be super intense.

"Super intense".

Let the bitch recover
and she's gonna sting you.

Then you'll be the one
who gets "super intense".

She's not a bitch,
she's a worker bee.

All you want is
the Nobel Peace Prize

and for everyone to say
how good you are.

Law of Momentum Conservation.

Let's look at the front end
collision of two vehicles

named m1 and m2.

U1 and U2 represent their
velocities before collision

and v1 and v2 after collision.

Let's do the experiment.

I want the red one.

-One.
-One.

-Two.
-Two.

Three.

I won.

Are we finished?

What happened?

What did I do now?

My dad died in a crash.

Now what?

Who is it?

It's Dr. Mata.

There in the kitchen.

I called several times
but you didn't answer.

I've been busy all day
cleaning and disinfecting the house.

I told you about the emergency.

You look pretty as a housewife.

I came as a surprise,
I thought you'd like it.

I'm fed up with surprises!

No more surprises, please!

Now I feel bad because
I should pay attention to you

but we have nothing prepared,

we haven't finished, and I'm
exhausted and in a bad mood!

Relax, relax, I'll get something
and wait for you to finish.

I'd rather you didn't.

You want me to drive
to the city at this hour?

See? You don't like
surprises either,

but I don't have to be
responsible for your actions.

At least now you know
I don't like surprises.

Can I at least say
hi to your son?

Hi.

You live here now?

No.

I just brought something
to your mother,

but I'm leaving now.

I just wanted to see how
you were doing.

You know about interpreting
dreams and things like that?

Well...

Dreams cannot be interpreted
as literal entities,

but as metaphorical systems.

Often their reverberations
elude reason.

They can be understood as an attempt
by the subconscious to warn us,

to try to solve some issue.

Not necessarily a recent issue,

it may be an issue
we've been dealing with for years.

You had a disturbing dream?

A weird one...

You want to share it?

I dreamed you killed my dad
in the bathroom.

You stuck a knife in him.

And in the dream,

were you there?

More or less.

I was the shampoo.

The shampoo?

Synchronicity.

A couple of quick
ideas about this would be

that you're about to become
a man, that you're no longer a child.

Your role was to kill your dad
and become the man of the house

but fate beat you to it.

Now you feel guilty
about your own desires.

About killing your father
because you wished him dead.

You killed your father.

However,
you still have to share your mother.

In turning me into the author of your
father's death you erase your guilt.

What?

Your psyche is adapting
to your new situation

and that can be very distressing.

This may help change
your perspective.

One in the morning,
another at night.

Lily!

Lily!

Arnold... don't be ridiculous.

I'll see you tomorrow.

If my dad hadn't died
and they had divorced

who would you
have stayed with?

I would have stayed with you.

Whatever you did.

Who were you talking to
that made you so upset?

Things from the past.

-It's my daughter.
-You're a mom?

You're a dad.

Yes.

How old is your daughter?

Eighteen.

But I haven't seen her since
she was four months old.

You're a deadbeat dad?

Yes...

But I have always sent her
almost everything I earn.

And now she's got it in her head
that she wants to meet me.

You don't want to see her?

So?

Can you imagine?

Having a dad like me?

I imagine you as a good mom.

Maybe she's cool.

He's a weird dude, isn't he?

My mom's lover?

Technically he was her lover.
Now he's her boyfriend.

This is a comfy place.

If I could
I wouldn't move either.

What's this?

-My mom's boyfriend gave them to me.
-Why?

Probably to make me stupid
while he bangs my mom.

Did you take one?

I'm taking them away, ok?

Reality is like thick Jell-O.

Many people are willing
to take this shit.

But to me, it's disgusting.

What the fuck is wrong with him?
How can he give a child anti-depressants?

He's an idiot, Lily!

Tell me it won't happen again,
or I'll kill him.

Another motive for the tremendous
misplacement of our society

is the loss of rituals.

It's clear that I'm not
literally going to war.

But when I sharpen this knife

I get ready to fight
for what is mine.

Even if my war is on the
terrain of ideas and thought.

You gave Oliverio anti-depressants?

We're in session!

Don't you even think of ever
medicating my son again!

You asked for help.
It was a professional decision!

Oliverio needs a father figure,
not a fucking pharmacy!

Newton's Third Law.
Law of action and reaction.

To understand this law
you must take into account

that the force of the action
acts upon one body,

and the force of the
reaction, upon another.

They never act upon the same body,

they're paired forces
working upon distinct bodies.

Gases escaping the rocket's
combustion chamber, action,

produce the necessary force
for its ascent, reaction.

Ok, now light it.

You want to do it?

I can't.

Why are you wearing a costume?

I look ridiculous, right?

You look like a weird man.

I am a weird man.

You're going to see her
so she can meet you,

not someone who doesn't exist.

You look weird
because you feel weird.

That's not you.

You won't get mad
if I tell you something?

What?

Sure?

Stop it, what?

You stink.

When was the last time
you took a shower?

Go in the water.
The chlorine will help.

We're alone.

I won't tell anyone.

Get in now!

No one wants to talk about it.

They're scared because nobody
really knows what happens.

Sometimes
I feel him inside me.

When I make a face, a movement,

when I say something
in a certain way.

I feel it's actually him doing it.

But it's not him...
It's me,

acting like him.

Replicating something of his.

It's very strange.

Because I hadn't realized
these things until now.

You'll see how all that
will fade away.

At any moment you'll start thinking
about the same silly things as before.

I know the stories
they tell about him,

but if I try to remember

my only images
are from photographs.

You should see
my dad's photos.

The ones he takes.

Used to take.

He photographed furniture.

The best furniture photographer
in the world.

One of the best.

How cool!

Come on, show me.

How weird to be able to smell
someone who doesn't exist.

My mom wrote it about my dad.

Have you seen these?

They're all of me asleep.

Did you know about these photos?

That's super sweet.

Martha!

I'm your dad.

What if you get something worse?

What if reincarnation does exist

and you get to be

an earthworm?

Being an earthworm

Being an earthworm

Would make me want to squirm

I could be a koala.

Being a koala

Isn't such a bad idea

Being an earthworm

Being an earthworm

Would make me want to squirm

If you look at it with perspective,
I think we're doing okay...

I guess.

I'm leaving Sunday night.

Is there anything you want to do
before I go?

Oh! You're still here?

-I thought you'd left.
-I was about to.

-Have a good night.
-Would you like a drink?

-No, thanks, I have a dinner date with...
-Oh come on, have a drink!

We haven't talked
since you arrived.

Ok. You have beer?

-You want a glass?
-No, this is fine.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Sorry, you'd better go.

Sorry.

Okay.

-Ciao.
-Sorry!

Your pool filter works.

There's not any shit in there.

Or are you constipated?

Get changed and let's go.

You know I don't move from here.

I heard you take romantic
walks with your girlfriend.

I don't have a girlfriend.

-Oh, and Marianna?
-Marianna's not my girlfriend.

And I didn't have to move
from here to fuck her.

You're an idiot!

You're both idiots!

Oli!

LOVE IS ALL
WE HAVE LEFT

Here!

Dry yourself well. I have to go out.
I won't be long.

Do you need anything?

You'll be alone.

I can only understand this
as an act of evil.

Hiding your perversity and egomania
in the name of motherhood. Please!

Go get what you came for!

I'm sorry!

I told you it was a loan.

Good luck with your life!

Lily...

Everything was fine,
I don't understand.

It's not that hard to understand that
right now Oliverio is my only priority.

I understand your responsibilities
as a mother, but I think that...

There's no need to humiliate yourself.
Please go now.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about everything.

I did it all wrong.

You want pancakes?

Hello!

Good morning!

-There's coffee?
-Yes.

Hi.

It's so good to have you back!

-How did it go?
-Good.

-How's your daughter?
-She's perfect.

She's beautiful!

She wants to meet you.

Is it ok if she comes to visit
some weekend?

Of course, this is your home.

You can tell me all about her later.

-You're going to school?
-Something like that.

Marianna!

Marianna!

Marianna!

I'm sorry.

I fucked up.

What happened to your nose?

Well, remember that
little bee you saved?

Rosita, help me
put this on the other side.