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No. This is no good,

your daughter still
using that old thing.

Every time you played a record on it
it got scratched.

That seems to be it.

I bet she'll like it.

Nice and small.

Everything's like that nowadays.
Smaller and smaller.

I read an article
in a magazine yesterday.

"How to live
in 20 square metres."

There was room
for everything-

So, do you like
the present now?.

When I bought it,
they gave me a card

in the supermarket.
I'm a "member" now.

Don't look at me like that.

I know I said I'd never shop
in a place like that.

But what could I do?

Look.

You can pay in instalments
with this card.

I asked to pay over 20 years.

And do you know,

they weren't
at all surprised.

Just as well you're here

because your mother
doesn't understand me.

Happy birthday, darling-

Dad-

-Like it?
-Dad. There was really no need.

My record player still works.

Mum, that record player's
the oldest thing around here.

Almost, anyway.

Didn't they teach you
any manners at school?

-Happy birthday.
-Thanks, darling.

Come on, Irene.

Enjoy your present.

Dance with your son.

No, no, I can't dance.

Don't contradict him.
You know how he gets.

-I can't. Really.
-It's easy.

I'll show you.
Come on.

Two steps to the left,

two to the right.

Forward... back.

Back, centre
and that's it.

Okay? Ready?

Very good.

You're too stiff-

-I said I couldn't...
-Rubbish, David.

You can do it perfectly.

No, Mum. I'm useless.
I can't get it.

You won't if you don't try.
Let me lead you.

Just follow the music.

Look, I said I couldn't dance.
I can't dance.

All right.

You want me to?
Then I will.

What are you doing?
Not like that-

For goodness sake-

Stop-

-It's got it all.
-Great-

This is the alarm.

And this is the stop-watch.

Your actors
give good presents-

To everybody with
something to teach

and who teach well.

To my daughter, Irene-

It seems like only yesterday
that you were born.

With your eyes open.

Your mother's eyes.

Your mother had the most
beautiful eyes in the world.

Even as a girl.

And you know what?

The first time

she saw me she couldn't take
her eyes off me.

She didn't say a word
but her eyes... they almost

-made me dizzy.
-That was hunger.

That too.

-But I'll never forget them.
-Come on, Dad.

We all know
they lined up for you.

But I married her.

It might have been yesterday.

3rd October of...

Damn-

3rd October 1956.

That's right.
3rd October 1956.

That'll be for me.

You're not going out?

Sorry, I've arranged
to see Clara.

What about
the birthday cake?

Save me a piece.

That girl's
his girlfriend, is she?

How about some champagne?

All right.

No, Dad.

I don't know why
she doesn't like her.

Her eyes shone.
Did you notice?

The thing about your granddaughter
is that when she gets like that

she never changes her mind.

SOMETHlNG TO REMEMBER ME BY

For tomorrow do a plan of
the structure in its present state

and preliminary sketches
of your projects.

Sorry... Tomorrow?.

Yes, tomorrow.

Tomorrow.
The bastard.

Come on, the plan'll take no time
and the project can be rough.

Yeah, but I have the structures
assignment for tomorrow as well.

Let's have a coffee
and you can give me a hand.

No... I can't now.

Are you seeing Clara?

No. I've got things to do.

David, how long
have you two been going out?

-A year?
-More or less.

And our friendship?

How long have you and l
known each other?

When your friend's about to refail
the shittiest subject of the course

-you help him out.
-By the way,

did you get the classification
of that house?

My brother was going to get it
from the archive,

but if I don't remind him,

he may not remember...

You bastard- All right-
Just get it for me.

-I need it.
-Okay.

I'll email you
those sketches tonight.

Great.
That's the way-

You know,
I'm worried about you.

You don't even come out
for a drink any more.

You're entrapped.
In love.

You're like a puppet.

You'll be emailing me
a wedding invitation next.

I'm not getting married, stupid.

I'm only moving in with her.

You're going
to live with her?

At her place?
All the time? David-

BlCYCLE REPAlRS

-Hello, David.
-Hello.

Give me a ride on your bike?

Stay where you are.

Leave him alone now.

Go on or you'll be late.

They're going
to karate lessons.

-See you.
-Bye.

They tried to kick us out
this morning

but didn't have
a court order.

We're a step ahead of them.

Let's go and talk inside.

That's 122 euros 60, please.

Thank you.

No wonder you're
always the last.

Didn't you see
all the stuff she had?

Too bad. She shouldn't have
come shopping so late.

That's why we get home so tired.

Is anything wrong?

Nothing... Just Clara.
She's happy... like a lettuce.

I'm glad.

Ignore her.
She's joking as usual.

-Go on. I'll take it.
-Thanks.

See you back at home?

They make a nice couple.

Anything wrong?

I'm a bit nervous
about the supper.

We don't eat people
in my family-

Is it such a good idea?

We've talked about this.

We have to do this together.

Your mother doesn't like me.

She'll have a fit
when we tell her.

She'll get used to the idea.

Of you leaving home or of me?

Of your filthy car.

Very funny-

Let's go. lf we're going to upset
your mother, let's be punctual.

-What are you doing?
-Changing.

Or maybe your mum'll
like my uniform.

Well, it turns me on.

That's cos you're a pervert.

Stop it-
We'll be late.

I once passionately
desired two things...

to marry and
to become an author.

I have succeeded in neither.

She's here at last-

Even the sound
of her footsteps is music to me.

I am madly happy.

Nina, my girl of dreams-

-I cannot be late. Am I in time?
-Yes, yes.

I was so afraid that

my father
would prevent my coming.

But he and my stepmother
have just gone driving.

How I urged my horse
to go faster and faster-

And now I'm happy-

Okay, Eva.
We'll stop there.

That's it for today.

-Really?
-Already?

All right...

-What time tomorrow?.
-Same time.

Okay.

-Irene.
-Yes?

-How was l?
-Fine. Fine.

Look, Eva...

Nina's young, naive,
inexperienced... Right?

Yes.

But this isn't a game to her.
It's the life she wants.

-Okay, I see that...
-Use that approach.

You have to sign the budget.

No, not today.
That's it-

I'm sick and tired of
talking about money- I resign-

You love all this really.

And who would I fight with?
I need you.

Then you can buy the beers.
Let's go.

Not today.
I have to go home.

-Anything wrong?
-No.

-Your dad okay?
-Yes. It's just a family supper.

What a pity.

Someone else
will have to treat me.

Eva?

No, I didn't hear that.

Hold on- I'll come.
I'll just have one.

Why did you come to Madrid?

My father remarried so I left.

But you visit, right?

-He must want you to...
-I don't think so.

We started having differences

when my mother died.

What I really miss
is the house.

It's nothing special
but I love it.

I loved looking out of the window
at the lemon trees.

And I miss

the countryside too.
Most of all, a tree.

-I thought you were from Madrid.
-Yes.

But I come from
a place on the outskirts,

almost in the country,
surrounded by fields and vineyards.

My father had
his printing press out there

and I spent all my time

inside an olive tree.

Inside it?

Yes, there was a hollow in it.
The perfect hiding-place.

And why did you hide?

So I could read in peace.

I read anything
that came my way.

My father had stored
all his books in the loft.

In alphabetical order.

The Cs on the third shelf
on the left...

Carroll, Cervantes...

Clarin, Conrad, Cooper...

-The national library.
-I ate up

those books inside that tree.
I'd stay there till it was dark

and I couldn't see
and then my sister

would come and pull me out

and take me back for supper.

You look like my sister.

Really?

Don't worry.

She must have been held up.

I'm not worried.
I just don't get it.

-Let me help you.
-No.

I couldn't come before.

I can't be at
everybody's beck and call.

I'm going to bed.
I'm tired.

We'll talk tomorrow...
If you want.

Good night.

David? Can I come in?

Look at that.

Your guy's not too bad after all.

Hey...

What will he do with this?

He's great, isn't he?

Oh, sure-

He should be pleased
he found you.

Come on,
it's getting dark.

I see why his mum
doesn't like you.

Clara, dear,
can't you use a glass

like normaI people?

No.

Bye.

At this time, when the lights
come on in the houses,

I look at them and...

I'd like to be in them.

-All of them?
-No, silly.

One would be enough.

But, I don't know...

Not today.
For the first time.

Where does your
granddad's sister live?

-His sister?
-Yes.

Nowhere. She died in Madrid
in the Civil War.

Didn't we come
to the beach to relax?

But we haven't done anything.

Did you know
the Civil War ended here?

No.

Well, it did.

A lot of Republicans
took cover here.

Over 20,000 people came
to Alicante to be evacuated.

On Russian and English boats.

But the boats never came

and this place became a trap.

A lot of them preferred suicide
to being captured.

My granddad told me.

-Was he here?
-Yes.

After his sister was killed

his folks sent him to stay
with his cousin Jose's family

who'd come to this area.

There was no food in Madrid.

What happened to him?

All he wanted was
to be with his folks.

So he went back
to Madrid and his cousin

and aunt and uncle stayed.
He never saw them again.

How did he get to Madrid?

Walked.
All the way from Alicante.

He was only 15.
He says he took 22 days.

When he get there he heard
his mother was in jail.

In jail? What for?

No real reason.

The Republicans
had lost the war.

His dad had been
a printer for the government.

They had no time to leave.

What happened
to his mother?

When he asked for
his mother at the jail,

they gave him her case.

So he knew
she was dead.

And later they shot his father.

Poor Mateo.

They killed thousands.

Or sent them tojail for life.

For being loyal
to the government.

The legal,
democratically-elected government.

Didn't you know?.

No. They never talked
much about that at home.

I see.

Like it had never happened.

-Name?
-David Robles.

-Tomorrow.
-Thanks.

Hey-

What are you doing here?

Nothing.

It doesn't look like it.

Nothing-

-That's why you're hiding it.
-All right.

I don't want you to know
before it's time.

A surprise is a surprise.

By the way...

Here.
I found this in the skip.

Fancy throwing this away-

Clara asked about your family.

I told her
about Alicante.

Yes... the end of the war.

What really happened?
Why didn't the boats come?

The boats...

Yes, we waited
for the best one.

The "Hispaniola."

They said it was
easy to handle.

That even a child
could sail it.

We all wanted to see
its sails unfurled,

gleaming in the sunlight
like silver.

Finally we were ready
to set sail. The "Hispaniola"

was to begin her
voyage to Treasure lsland.

My cousin Jose and I read
the story hundreds of times

in our loft at home.

We even hid
the treasure map.

And my father gave me
a wooden parrot

like Long John Silver's.

I don't know
where he got it from

in that time of scarcities.

That's what
I was thinking about

in the harbour.

That my cousin
and his folks would go

in the "Hispaniola," not in
the Russian boats that never came.

Your father rang.

I know.
I spoke to him.

I gave him my address.

I'm going shopping.

I'll come with you.

Or you'll forget
half the stuff.

And two kilos of apples.

Green, I like them sharp.

No, not those.
How much do I owe you?

You're the only one
who likes sour apples.

And as you don't live
at home now...

Go on, love.
Indulge the kid.

Anything else?

No.
How much?

4 euros 60.

Thanks.

I was going to tell you
at supper but you didn't come.

I couldn't.

Sometimes things
get complicated.

You didn't give me
another chance.

You'd only have talked me
out of it. I know you.

That means you're not sure.

No, I'm okay
with Clara. Really.

And I miss you.

Going to the market, talking...

You wouldn't think so.

Oh, come on-
You could make it easier.

And you'd like Clara
if you made the effort.

-A checkout girl-
-Don't start.

I'm not being snobbish, David.

But that's what she is.
What will you live on?

Or do you think Mummy will go on
paying your expenses?

I can't do that.
And I don't want to either-

You don't have to.
I'll get ajob.

Fine. Where?
In a bar?

In a supermarket like her?

8 or 9 hours of grind a day.

Then what?
The university then study.

When will you sleep?

If I can't, I won't.

Sure, you'll manage.
You're young.

But your marks
are bound to suffer.

People don't pass exams
just like that.

What's really bothering you?

That I moved in with Clara,
or that I'm independent of you?

You know what
really bothers me?

That you can't see you're throwing
your life away for that girl.

Why do you say that?

Can't you see?
Clara has no ambitions in life.

But that "girl with no ambitions"
is easy to live with.

Oh, really?

I had no idea life at home
was such an ordeal.

No, you don't get it-

I loved living at home.
You're the best mum in the world.

But now I need
to live my own life.

You could at least
have confided in me.

I always have in you.

There she is.

Excuse me, is there
any news about David Robles?

Yes... in a minute.

David Robles?

Yes.

How's my son?

We've stabilized him.
He's in the operating theatre.

What... are his chances?

I can't say till
after the operation.

I'm sorry.

I'll keep you informed.

Bye. Thank you.

Does it hurt?

What?

Your back.

I've been handling
heavy things.

A hard day, eh?

Yes, but it's over now.

Fancy a drink
before you go home?

No, thanks. I was
waiting for David but...

something must have

held him up, so
I think I'll go home

and take a bath.
See you tomorrow.

See you.

-I'll change and go back.
-I'll come with you.

No, you stay here and rest.

I don't want to rest.

Stay here and come
in the morning.

Irene.

Where is he?

In there, lntensive Care.

They operated an hour ago.

-We have to wait.
-What happened?

A car ran him over.

He didn't see David
or David didn't see him...

I told him not
to go out on that bike-

No, please, no-

No, please, please, please-

Pull yourself together-

Please...

That's enough.
Act like an adult.

If you're only going to cry

then go.
You're no help like that.

-lgnacio Sanchez?
-Yes. I'm his wife.

Come with me, please.

He's not dead yet.

The doctor would have brought out
the organ donation forms otherwise.

Please pray for my husband.

For the Virgin Mary's help.

Hail Mary, full of grace.
The Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women,

blessed is the fruit
of thy womb.

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners now
and at the time of our death...

Take it easy.

Try and calm down.

Got a cigarette?

Thanks.

This is Carlos
and Katja's number.

lf you want. leave a message
after the tone.

Thank you.

Carlos, this is Irene.

I rang because...

It's... David.

I don't know how it happened...
Dad and I came right away...

Carlos, David's in hospital.

It's very serious.

mummy.

peter's granddad's dead.

oh dear. poor thing.
he must be sad.

mummy...

I don't want to die.

Don't worry, David,
you won't die.

You know why?

Because we only die
when we want to.

When we've done everything
we wanted to do.

Like peter's grandad.

I expect he'd done everything
he wanted. That's why he died.

The books were
in alphabetical order.

lining the loft walls
from floor to ceiling

filling every available space.

Some were hand-made
and very well cared-for.

Mateo read all afternoon

until it was no longer
possible to read the print.

one day he reached
the "S"shelf.

Salgari. Scott.

Shakespeare. Stevenson...

he found "Treasure lsland."
It never returned to its shelf.

David.

It's Mum.

Everything's all right.

You're going to be
okay, you'll see.

Everything's all right.

Have you seen him?

How is he?
How did he seem?

I'd rather not talk now.

David lives with me.
I've a right to know-

Would you mind
leaving me on my own?

Are you David Robles's family?

Yes.

David stopped responding
to treatment an hour ago.

What?
What does that mean?

We're doing all we can.

But you should prepare
yourselves for the worst.

Please...

I...

I don't even remember
the prayers but...

I swear I'll believe in you
again if you save my son.

That's all I ask.

Please-

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

My deepest sympathies.

Thank you.

You'll like the food here.

You're in good company.

It's only a few hours

and time flies by here.

Look-
Look at the date-

This expired 15 days ago-

But it's good enough
for us of course-

The supermarket sends

food past its expiry date here.

What do they want?
To poison us?

We'll be no more trouble then-

Irene...
Are you in there?

I'm back.

Clara-
Where have you been?

What's this?

What happened to you?

Come on.

Look...

I know you're really upset

but you can't go
on like this.

Out in the street
like you had no home.

And you're not eating.

I don't like to say this...

but you're going
to end up sick

and you'll lose yourjob.

You know what
those bastards are like.

So come on.

Chin up.

Where's all
that energy of yours?

No-one listens to me.

They suffer me
because I'm his son.

Who am l?
What am l?

I left university
in the 3rd year,

I write but I don't know
if I have any talent.

Nojob,

not a penny to my name...

Irene?

Yes, it's me.

Irene.

I'm so sorry-

-What can we do to help?
-Thank you.

All of you, but the best thing
we can do is carry on.

Continue.

-You want me to go on?
-Yes.

-Where from?
-Where you stopped.

...if I have any talent.

Nojob,
not a penny to my name...

When, in my mother's salon,
all those artists and writers

condescended to look at me,

it was as if they were
measuring my insignificance.

Look, Costia.
I like writers.

I once passionately
desired two things.

To marry and
to become an author.

I have succeeded in neither.

She's here at last-

I cannot live without her.
Even the sound of her footsteps...

Go on, Eva. Go on.

80 euros 35, please.

Sometimes I feel
like slapping her.

-Don't say that.
-l don't know how to console her.

And I feel bad
seeing her like that.

I don't know what to do.

Why don't the three
of us go out tonight?

-The three of us?
-Yes, sure.

If we both ask her,
I bet she'll say yes.

We could go and see a film.

No.

I'm off.

Don't look at me like that.
I haven't got laid for ages.

Don't worry about Clara.
She's having a great time.

She's pissed out of her head.

Just as well.
About time she let herself go.

Look... You take her home, okay?

Clara. Let's go.

Careful.

Now a shower
and off to bed.

I feel awful-

Awful-

Let me do that.

I smell awful.

-Do I disgust you?
-No.

You're in love
with me, aren't you?

You wanted to see me?

I just wanted
to give you this.

Aren't you keeping it?

No, I don't want it.

I...

I'm so sorry about
your son. He was

a brilliant student.

Irene, wait.

It's me.

Here.

David said it was
really, really urgent.

It must be personal
or to do with the family.

I don't know what it is.

It's the classification
of an old house.

He wanted to know if it had
any historic or artistic value.

All he said was that
it was really urgent.

Sometimes he didn't say much.

No, he didn't.

I had some trouble with
my notes yesterday,

and I went to ring David.

As I dialled the number,
I remembered.

I suppose that's
perfectly normal really

because I still
can't believe it.

Every time I go into class
I expect to see him.

Or here, in the cafeteria.

Hi-
You having lunch here?

Yes.

Anyway, I must go.

Irene.

Bye, Nacho.

HAPPY BlRTHDAY, MUMMY

Darling...

No. Don't do that.

That's not the way.

You can't erase
his memory all at once.

David's left home.

David hasn't left home.

-David's dead.
-Shut up-

And the sooner
you face up to that...

Leave me alone-
What do you know?.

I just... can't-

on May 11th a lorry took
relatives to the outskirts.

They were told to stand in front
of a line of bodies on the floor.

Mateo thought
it had been silly to go.

his father wouldn't be there.

he'd watched the prison gate
and never seen him leave.

But then he saw him.

among the line of corpses.

he felt terribly afraid
and refused to recognise the body.

he ran away and never
returned to madrid.

he fled from anywhere

he might be recognised.

people were afraid
and shunned each other.

he thought
he would die of hunger.

Who would help the son
of an executed man?

For so long he felt
such grief that it seemed

that terrible month of May 1939
would never end.

He wrote down things
I don't even remember.

With details, dates.
Everything.

Even the story of the orange
my mother kept for me.

Oranges in the war?

I saw one once.

The day they took me to Alicante.
She'd kept it for that day.

She went to get it
but when she came out,

the lorry we were in
was driving off

and she ran after it
with the orange in her hand.

And she shouted,
"This is for you. I'll keep it."

-Somebody ate it.
-l expect so.

After the war,

I often thought of
that orange I never ate.

Often more than
I thought of my mother.

-Less often, surely?
-No, really.

Especially that year
when there was no food.

Everything came
together. Remember?

The drought, the embargo,

-the tram strike...
-That was later.

Later?
No, you're wrong there.

The tram strike
in Barcelona was much later.

No, that's impossible.

I was...

It was the same year
as the drought.

And I'm telling you it wasn't,
Mateo. You forget things.

I do not-

Where are you going?
You haven't eaten yet.

Where's the receipt for that?

Just a minute.

Hello, Clara.

Hello.

Mateo.

My dear-

I can't find the receipt.

You know him?
He's holding

everybody up.

Yes.
I'll look after him.

Mateo, I expect
it's in the bag.

Yes, it is.

Sorry.

I can't get David
out of my mind.

When I sit down,
I sit him down in front of me.

When I lie down,

I lay him by my side.

Sometimes when I'm walking down
the street I hold out

my hand like this...

and then close it,
as if he was holding it.

I talk to him too, out loud.

Is it the same with you?

Yes, it is.

My friend Ana says
it's the first sign of madness

but I don't give a shit.

What I regret
is not knowing more about him.

Not having had time
to ask him more about himself.

You'll get over it.

You're young, you've got
the rest of your life ahead.

Why do you talk
to me like that?

How... should I talk to you?

Like before.

Not like a stranger you're giving
your condolences to.

I'm sorry, Clara.

You're right.

I'm just a silly old fool

and I sometimes say
stupid things.

Especially on
an empty stomach.

Shall we share this?

Put that back.

I was only looking.

What are you doing here?

I was leaving.

You had to bring her, didn't you?

That crybaby of a girl...
to remind me of my son.

What's the matter
with you, Irene?

What's the matter with me?

Don't you realize, Dad?

I'm not like you.
To go on living I need to forget.

I refuse to talk
to the dead.

If David's gone,
then let it be forever.

I'm sure David had a past

that only his mother
knows about.

but what I know about him
is from after we met.

The day he was born it snowed.

It wasn't particularly cold

but at two o'clock in the afternoon
when they took Irene through.

it began to snow.

Irene?

It's so nice in here.

It's not cold.

It's so nice in here.

It's not cold.

Do you hear the wind?

As Turgenev said,
"Happy is he who can sit at night

under the roof of his house."

Shit-

I'm here, Eva.

Sorry, I hadn't realized.

Did you hear me?
I was going over my lines.

Eva.

What?

You still have some sight.
Can't you see shapes?

Not any more.

Since when?
And why didn't you tell me?

When should l
have told you?

There's no special day for that.

It's something that happens

but you think it'll stop

and leave you
with some glimmer.

I'm so sorry, Eva.

Maybe we're overdoing things

-and should take a rest.
-From what?

I mean stop.

For a while.

Put off the opening.

Just now?. Why?

No, not now.
Everything's going perfectly.

No.

Nothing's going perfectly.

Yes, it is.

We must go on.

Listen to this.

Watch me, all right?

It's so nice in here.

It's not cold.

Do you hear the wind?

Turgenev said,

"Happy is he who can sit

at night under
the roof of his home,

who has a warm corner
in which to take refuge."

I am a seagull.

And yet... no.

What was I saying?

You see?

Are they okay?

That's 10 euros 20.

-He's at it again.
-What?

He can't stop
looking at you.

You should talk
and make things clear.

Things will get
complicated if you don't.

-Have you finished?
-Yes, I'm off.

Look, I was going away
for the weekend,

-but I can stay if you want me to.
-Don't worry. I'm okay.

I need to talk to you.

We need to talk.

I don't want to be a pain
but I can't go on like this.

Maybe this weekend...

-over a coffee...
-Can you drive me?

What?

I need to go somewhere
but I can't drive.

You want me to take you?

No.

Forget it.

You don't have to.

Where do you want to go?

David. This is Mauricio.

I need to see you urgently.
We need those papers.

or they'll evict us.

David. listen. Call me.

They're going
to demolish the house!

David.

This is Mauricio.

I need to see you urgently.
We need those papers.

or they'll evict us.

David-

David-

David-

Clara-

Clara, come back-

What are you doing?

Before I met David,
I was like lost.

I'd go out in the evening
and walk and walk,

without stopping, aimlessly.

Till I was exhausted.

Then I'd go back home
and lie down on the sofa

and fall asleep
in front of the TV.

That's why I mustn't
stop thinking of him.

If I do,
I'll be completely lost

and then I'll spend the rest
of my life walking aimlessly.

-This'll do you good.
-Thanks.

His family?

No.

I don't know
who they are.

Why are you doing this?

You asked me
to bring you here.

I don't know
why I'm doing it.

I should be at home,
taking the dog for a walk...

Yet I'm here,

doing things
I wouldn't usually do.

This is crazy.

David's granddad
was here years ago.

At the end of the war.

Yes, these are the papers
we were waiting for.

The classification of the house.

-Please come in.
-No, really.

Please come in.

Come and meet the family.

I can't tell you
how urgent these papers are.

I must ring
the lawyer right away.

Omar, you know
who this lady is?

David's mother.

Please come through.

Carmen, look who's here.
Go through.

I must be going.

No, no.
I was going.

Carmen, this lady
is David's mother.

She's brought us those papers.

This is my wife Carmen.

Pleased to meet you.

I'm so sorry about your son.

We didn't know anything
till she told us.

He was a marvellous lad.

Bring some coffee and biscuits.

-Don't bother...
-It's no trouble.

You've saved our lives.

It's the least we can do.

And the young lady
who brought the photos.

I'll keep
the ones of the kids.

-And the ones of the house?
-We don't need them now.

But please, do sit down.

I was telling
the young lady.

The owners have sold it

to a construction company

who want to build flats
on the site,

and they're offering
a pittance in compensation.

But David said
the house might be

a "historic building."

He often came round.

He'd sit out in the back yard
for hours at a time.

And eat his biscuits.

-So you were friends?
-Yes.

He came here one day
asking to see the house.

He said he was an architect.

A student, anyway.

And then he started helping us.

Poor lad-

He so wanted
to save the house.

Dad?

Dad, are you there?

Didn't you hear?

What?

I was calling.

Sorry.
I didn't hear you.

It doesn't matter.

David's parents separated
when he was 11 years old.

Carlos stayed in Germany.

Irene and David
came back to Spain.

The day they arrived

was the first time
I'd come to madrid in years.

I'd never wanted to come back.

he always liked stories

and was always asking me to tell him
about when I was a child.

And I loved telling them.

The first time he realised
I'd forgotten something

I'd told him a thousand times

must have been when he started
writing things down

so that I wouldn't forget them.

Yes?

Clara, this is Irene.
Can I talk to you?

So this is the famous flat.

Yeah.

A bit small, isn't it?

It was enough for us.

A bit cramped.

We were okay.

That's why
he didn't bring his things.

He didn't need anything else.

Anyway he liked
everything at hand.

Yes, but tidy.
He wasn't lazy.

That depended.

He'd stay in bed
all day if he could.

My son?

But he used to get up
early and gojogging.

Jogging?

Sit down.
I'll make some coffee.

Clara, could David dance?

Did he dance with you?

Of course he did.

Why did you come here, Irene?

Why was David
so interested in that house?

I can't work it out
so I thought you must know.

He never mentioned it.

I don't know
why he went there

and watched that man working.

Mending punctures.

Perhaps he liked the daughter...

I don't believe that.

Do you really think so?

I can't think
of another reason.

I can think
of a better one.

He went
to eat biscuits.

At least you took them
something useful.

I only took them
photos of the house.

You know what
bothered me most?

That you were
more important to him.

He never felt lonely.

He always knew
you were there.

No.

That's not true.

I let him down in the end.

And I never got the chance
to make it up to him.

I'm sure
he didn't think that.

You know,

since...

David died...

I've tried to forget him.

Forget him in order
to go on living.

And every time I forgot something
I'd just try and get it back.

Clara.

Do you remember his voice?

Yes.

I remember it.

Do you know where Irene is?

She's on-stage.

-Thank you.
-Don't mention it.

Hello.

Hello.

This was at home
on the answering machine.

It's only a message,
but it is his voice.

hi. it's me.

l see you're not at home...
Never mind.

Keep it.

Clara...

Thank you.

Little by little...

Breathe now.

Take it from
Arkadina's entrance.

-Lidia?
-Yes.

Go ahead.

There are no actors left like him.
The stage is not what it was,

Irina Nikolayevna.

There were sturdy oaks

growing on it then,

where now but stumps remain.

The play's about to start.
Your attention, please.

hi. it's me.

l see you're not at home.
Never mind.

l need to see you.

l can't stay at home...
All I do is think of you.

l sound like
my mum's old records!

hey. I think...

l know this may sound corny...

but I think I love you.

How can I Dad?

How can I live with this
the rest of my life?

How did you manage?

How did you survive?

I started talking to them.

It was as if
they were alive

and I could go on
telling them things.

And sometimes I'd laugh

when I thought of my father's face
when my mother argued with him.

Or your sister...

pulling you out of
that tree by your ears.

And one day you realize

that time's passed

and the pain's less intense.

But you still talk to them.

And you sometimes think
your father's out of his mind.

No, Dad.
It's not that.

You're right.

I still keep them with me.

Because one day I realized

I couldn't allow
myself to forget them.

I owed it to my parents
and my sister.

But it's been so difficult

and sometimes all I wanted
was to free myself of a burden

that's become heavier with time.

But I couldn't.

I knew I had
to remember everything.

Till they give
the honour back

to all the nameless dead

that merciless regime swept away.

I'm sorry, Dad.
I'm so sorry.

But as the days
go by I realize

that they'll never
ask for our forgiveness,

that they'll never put up
the names of the dead

in some prominent place
for all to see,

as they did over
60 years ago with the names

of those who died,
"For God and Spain."

Young people should know.

David knew, Dad.

Looking for the tenants?

Yes.

They left yesterday.

But that's not possible-

They took all their things.

Hold on.

They gave me
this number in case.

The new place has got it all.

Natural gas, and no damp.

The wife and kids
are really happy.

So is it being demolished?

Yes, I suppose so.

The papers David got
said it couldn't be.

Thanks to those papers we got
three times as much compensation.

We're so grateful
to that boy.

Irene, this is Clara.
I'm at that house of David's.

Come as soon as you hear this.
They're knocking it down.

Are you mad?

This place could collapse
with us inside-

Only if they demolish it.

Come on in.

What are we doing here?

I thought you'd help.

-To do what?
-To keep it standing.

Look at this brochure.

"Holidays for Senior Citizens
at unbeatable prices."

Do they expect us
tojump forjoy or what?

With how much
you've travelled...

Me?

I've never travelled anywhere.

No.

My cousin Jose.

He sailed out of Spain
and travelled all over the world.

Where did you go, Jose?

Mateo, want tojoin the painting
class? They want us to register.

I bet he's been

in some fantastic places.
Did you ever go

-to lndia?
-Me?

Didn't you ever play
as a child?

Yes, with pins.

With different-coloured heads?

I collected a lot.

But I had to sell them
to buy exercise books.

We had plenty of paper at
my father's press.

Didn't we, Jose?

What paper are you talking about?
And my name's Julian.

Everything smelled of ink.

The paper,
your clothes, the house...

Who are you talking to?
Have you lost your mind?

Is that what you all think?
That I'm going mad?

Look, are you going
to sign this or not?

You can stick your list-

It's all been no good-

Mateo, calm down-

What's wrong with you?

I'm not mad, dammit-

You've got no idea.
You and all the others.

You're like sheep-

They offer some shitty course

or trips for old fogies
and forget everything else.

Mateo, calm down-

Watch his blood pressure.

Apart from that
he's perfectly all right.

He should stay in and rest
for a couple of days.

Hello, Mateo.
How are you?

Dad, are you okay?

Can you get up?

We're going somewhere.

The lines of print
used to be there.

There can't be anything
in the loft now.

There is.
Let's go up.

Come on.

Come and see.

TREASURE lSLAND

That lad-

Did you know he'd found it?

"From Father.

For you to pass on
to your children and them

to your grandchildren."

-A girl met Antonio from work.
-Really?

-Maybe he'll stop bothering you now.
-He didn't bother me.

So now you liked him really?

Clara, don't tell me
you liked him-

Anyone ever told you
you're a pain?

Yes. But it's the first time
I'm glad to hear you say it.

Hi.

-l thought you weren't coming.
-l had to park.

I'm sure
you'll like the play.

What's this?

Open it or you'll never know.

You said you were sorry
you didn't know more about him.

The day he was born it snowed.
It wasn't particularly cold...

That's only the beginning
and maybe I forgot a few details...

As you know,
my memory sometimes fails me.

I'm sure it's all okay.
Thank you.

-Ready?
-Yes.

Why do you always
wear mourning?

I dress in black
to match my life.

I am unhappy.

Unhappy?
I don't understand it.

You are healthy,
and though your father is not rich,

he has a good competency.

My life is far harder
than yours.

I only have 23 roubles
a month to live on...