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ANTONIO MACHADO

Why didn't you tell me
that she was so ill, mum?

It all happened so fast.

You wouldn't have liked
to see her like that.

Yeah…

But I could've said goodbye.

Goodbyes aren't always pretty.

Have you spoken to your father?

No, I'll text him later.

He says things are changing
and now there are many opportunities…

Mum…

Yes?

I just got here.

If I'm being unbearable,

it's because I'd love you to come back
and have you close. Understand?

Welcome home.

How's everything in London?
Didn't you change studios?

I spoke to your mum a few days ago
but I don't remember…

-Hi. How are you holding up?
-Well… Here we are.

-And this handsome devil that's asleep…
-More like half-asleep.

-Marcos, you remember me?
-Yes, from the beach.

That's right, you met at the beach house,
very good.

Abril.

So, I'm due in seven weeks.

When you're pregnant you count time
in weeks. It's our thing.

And how is it going?

-It's awful. A real nightmare.
-Really?

I always thought pregnancy
was this lovely thing.

Lovely? Morning sickness is the worst,
and my back is killing me.

If you hadn't noticed,
she's a full-blown mom now.

I'd like to see you
with two kids in your belly.

-Me?
-You. You'd die.

-I'll be their auntie, but not a mum.
-Oh, you're having twins?

Yes, fraternal twins. A boy and a girl.

I had no idea.

That's the good thing,
it's like two birds with one stone.

Are you still in that flat in La Alameda?

We are, but we'd like to move.

But Jose can't find any work
outside telemarketing.

So we're stuck there for the time being.

With the double pushchair,

two high chairs,
two cots, the changing table,

and the car seats
which are complicated enough…

-We're in no place for more expenses.
-Right, it's a lot.

Don't get me started!

But get some of it second hand,
don't be silly.

Yeah, well,
we'll have to do something like that.

I'm going to burst.

Have you seen my tits?

They're like balloons.

And Jose is thrilled of course,
he can't keep his hands off them.

Are you going to tell her or what?

Tell me what?

I don't think this is a good time.

So then, when?
We hardly see each other, tell her.

What is it?

She's didn't want to say
that she's engaged.

It's not I don't want to,
it's just I didn't think--

You're getting married?

-Yes!
-That's wonderful!

-Finally, yes!
-Congratulations! That's amazing!

-Thank you!
-That's fantastic! That's great!

Yeah. And well…

After eight years together, I was ready.

Yes, it was about time.

He did the whole cheesy proposal,
just the way she likes it.

And in Rome, on the Navo Square…

-Navona!
-Oh, my goodness!

-Did you set the date?
-In the summer.

And you can't miss mine.

-It's going to be a huge wedding.
-Knowing you…

No doubt. Get your Pamela hat ready.

I'm so happy for you.
I'll do whatever it takes to be here.

I hope so. I'm a bundle of nerves.
But very happy.

I'll look like a beached whale
and unable to drink a drop of alcohol.

Good friends wouldn't set that date.
I must say.

You'd have me wait till winter

so you look fabulous
and I freeze to death?

-That would've been nice. I hope it rains.
-I hope they run out of anesthetic.

You are such a bitch!

Do you want to feel my belly?

-Sometimes they move.
-I don't know…

It can seem weird, but it's really cool.

I don't feel anything.

-Daniel…
-Abril, look.

Clara…

-I'm so sorry.
-Thank you for coming.

Come in.

How are you handling it?

I honestly wasn't expecting it.

Yeah, that's awful.

Ever since my mum called I have like

a knot in my chest that won't go away.

Maybe crying will loosen it up.

I can't.

Not even now,
seeing her here like this, so peaceful,

surrounded by flowers.

Does that make me a bad granddaughter?

Don't be silly.

Everyone needs to mourn in their own way.

I really don't feel like talking
to anyone here. I'd love…

to disappear.

So disappear.

As if that were easy
with the house full of people.

Look… you probably don't know
half of these people.

Come on.

Let's go for a walk.

It'll be good for you to go outside,
away from all this for a bit…

Trust me.

To fly little birds to the sea.

-Thanks.
-What for?

For getting you out of there?

For coming.

It's been a long time.

Yes.

It's weird… this.

What?

-Going for a walk together?
-Yes.

Maybe.

The truth is,
I wasn't sure that you would come.

If I'd known,
I would've brought your things.

My things?

You still have them or what?

I thought that, after last time,

you would've thrown them out
or burnt them or something.

Why would I do that? They're your things.

That's why.

It doesn't matter.

It's just a couple of CDs and a few books.

Something like that.

I could send them to you.

No, keep them. That way you'll have
an excuse to bring them to London.

-Okay.
-Great.

It's so pretty here.

It's always like this.

With the tourists and all.

-You want to go somewhere else?
-No.

That's silly,
not going to the prettiest places

because they're full of tourists.

You miss the most beautiful places.

I was hoping to take a walk here.

You just say that
because you're never here.

If you were here all the time
you wouldn't like it as much.

And the bars are so expensive.

It has changed since you left.

So it started as a substitution…

And…

I don't know, it's not what I studied

and not where I thought
I'd be after college,

but for what it is, it pays all right.

And now I've got the hang of it
and my workmates are cool, so…

So it's better than at the newspaper.

A lot better.
I'm actually glad I got fired.

Miserable people, and total exploitation.

And what about you? How's London?

You know, I can't believe
it's been five years since I left.

You don't say.

-And you got into Norman Foster's studio.
-Yes.

-Congratulations.
-Thanks.

What's it like?

Well, it's definitely 'the' studio.

There's some 800…

A thousand of us working there.

Architects, engineers,
designers, modelmakers…

It's this amazingly beautiful building
right on the Thames.

And is he there with you the whole time

or is he the typical celeb architect
you never see?

Believe it or not, I've actually seen him
three or four times since I've been there.

Seriously? All this time, and you've
only seen Norman Foster four times?

Yes, he's pretty hard to pin down.

So, what are you working on?
What are you designing?

Sorry, I can't tell you that.
It's confidential.

Come on. Seriously?

Seriously.

Though I really don't understand why.
It's a little project

for some apple company.

I don't get all the secrecy, as if it were
the biggest company in the world.

Well, I completely agree.

There's no future in apples.

I'm happy for you.

London is an incredible place.

There's exhibits, concerts,

all sorts of shops, all kinds of people.

You'd love it.

Actually, I don't know
how you haven't been there yet.

It's like New York,

but in Europe.

-I haven't been to New York, either…
-That's terrible, Dani.

Are you still hanging on
to that silly fear of flying?

You need to get over it,
or you'll never go anywhere.

I do go places.

I go by train, by bus, on a bike…

And when I have a good reason
to take a plane, I'll take one.

I've been fine like this so far.

You should've come to London
when they fired you at the paper.

Well… It wasn't a good time for that.

Yeah.

But you should've come.

How long are you here for?

Until tomorrow, after the burial.

Quick visit.

My mother wants me to stay
and talk to my father.

She says he knows someone
who could offer me something here.

Of course, my mum's crazy
for me to come back.

That's normal.

But it's true that things are changing.

A lot of people have come back
and found work.

Shit work, but it's work.

You might have some luck.

Right.

Shit luck, but luck after all.

Back then all the bookshops were Betas,
remember?

-Yeah.
-But now they're all these places

that also have cafes and multiple floors

and each floor is something different.

-Welcome to my world.
-This is it?

This is my theatre,

and there is my audience.

Wow!

And you put on costumes?

Of course. Sometimes I'm a pirate,
or a clown, depending on the story.

-Can you guess what's the biggest hit?
-What?

-Babar.
-No!

I have to see you dressed up as Babar.

Yeah, well…
Sorry, you're too tall for that.

Oh, that's unfortunate.

Dani!

-Can you come over real quick?
-Sure.

One second.

Are you available Tuesday afternoon?

Tuesday…

They changed the day
of Sergio Hojman's book presentation

so we have an opening.

Okay, sure. Write me in.

-Yeah?
-Yeah, go ahead.

Then you're in. There you go.

Don't go missing on me,
I can't handle those little beasts alone.

-Don't worry.
-Don't worry…

I can't quite trust you.
You owe me a beer from last time.

You're right, my bad.

We'll have it the next day, then. Okay?

Fine.

So it'll be one, two,
three, and four sessions

-In the afternoon, next week.
-Great.

Everything good?

Everything's great.

-Fantastic.
-Thanks.

You're welcome.

CHEERFUL WEATHER FOR THE WEDDING

Look, I was thinking of giving this
to Ana as a wedding gift.

Do you know it?

"England, in the 1930s."

"Dolly is about to get married
to the wrong man

while Joseph, one of her young friends
or 'something' more,

is caught between stopping the wedding
or running away from it all".

-Get it.
-No.

-It's perfect for a friend's wedding.
-No, you're right, you're right. No.

Although being a book for girls,
it's not bad. It's short.

It's not for girls, you moron.

-You love this stuff too. Or not anymore?
-Any time.

We all know life isn't the same
after Jane Austen.

Life certainly isn't the same
after reading Jane Austen.

And all of this is the travel section?

Yep, that's one of the shop's specialties.

I've been into travel guides lately.

Really?

Really, and it's silly.
You're going to laugh, but

when I read a travel guide,

I imagine the happy moments to come.

And it's like daydreaming.

They've got

that sort of magic

that shows you where you'll go,
who you might meet…

Isn't it a bit like what Lorca said?

That

memories of a journey

are like making that journey again,
with greater melancholy.

Seriously.

Because ultimately… I don't know,

whenever we're thinking of past travels

we're constantly wrapping ourselves
in a soft, sad light,

and we're always sighing about everything.

How'd it go?

"Trying to go back and relive
the same experience in a word."

I don't know, if we could travel to
the past and relive the same experience,

it would never match up to the memory.

Right?

Isn't that a bit sad?

Well, but it's true. Yes.

Hey, look. I used to have this one.

Do you remember?

A month around Europe on Interrail

with my rucksack…

-And your rucksack.
-Well…

-Well…
-Well what?

-No way.
-I sure did!

-No way!
-Look, sleeping…

Sleeping literally anywhere,

in public toilets in parks,

on benches in libraries,

-on a ramp in a car park…
-The ramp!

-I can't keep going, my back still hurts.
-No… Where was…?

Where was it that I almost got a tattoo
of a cobra?

-In Budapest.
-In Budapest.

-In the worst dump in Budapest.
-Well, well…

Good thing I didn't listen to you!
My mum would've killed me when I got back.

-She'd never!
-A gigantic tattoo…

Mums love half-meter tattoos
on people's backs.

-Sure they do.
-And snakes, don't get me started.

It's feels like another lifetime.

Absolutely.

-Yeah.
-It's another lifetime.

Well, now, I'd think again before doing
something crazy like that.

And sleeping on a ramp in a car park…
never again.

Well maybe that's the problem.

We think about things too much.

I don't know, I think our backs
just hurt a little more.

-Yeah…
-Don't they?

Yes, that could be it.

Well, who knows?
Maybe one day we'll do it again,

you and me on some crazy backpacking trip.

-I'm done with the backpacking.
-Well, maybe not backpacking. But…

You and me,

we could go somewhere
and write our own travel guide.

-That doesn't sound bad.
-Not at all.

Like a team.

-Right.
-Like Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore.

All right. I'll write the text
and you make the illustrations.

Okay, but instead of New York…
We'd go to Tanzania.

Why Tanzania?

-Well, because…
-Abril, why would we go to Tanzania?

I don't know, the savannah,
it's completely different,

nature, the wildlife we'd find there…

-Yes, but…
-Going somewhere else.

I'm sorry, but any place
where Romans never set foot

I don't feel comfortable.

-You could say I stick to the classics…
-Dani, you're not much of an adventurer.

-Shall we?
-Sure.

Thanks.

Here.

Thanks.

-Mind if drink from the bottle?
-Go ahead.

Prick.

Here.

I don't care what they say,
I love the south.

Now this is what you call
quality of living.

It is.

I can't figure out
what you're doing in London.

It's an amazing city, you can't deny that.

But, my God, how I've missed the sun…

-Hey, how is your sister?
-She's all right.

Finally got her law degree.

The only one to follow
your parents' footsteps.

What she really wants is to be a judge.

But the exams are brutal,
and very few places open up.

She's been trying
for two years and nothing.

Now she's trying to decide
if she wants to work as a lawyer.

I can't believe your sister graduated,
time's really gone by.

Tell me about it.

Now she's driving us mad
with her quarter-life crisis.

And you?

Are you driving others mad
with a crisis at 30?

Me?

Not in the least.

I don't mind getting older.

Now I can do things I couldn't do before.

Yes.

That's true.

But there must be things
you thought you'd be doing

by this age which you're not.

Like childhood dreams that suddenly
you realize might never come true.

But how can you say that,
with a job like yours?

I mean, coming from me, I dress up
as a pirate three times a week, still.

But Abril, your job's amazing.

It's not as glamorous as it might seem.

We work like animals.
I barely have time for anything else.

I only know people from the studio.

And on top of that,
I'm two thousand kilometers from home.

You work with Norman Foster.

Quit whining.

Look, in the end,

the work's very mechanical.

You do something, and that's it.

I'd like to be part
of the overall process.

Design my own things and not just
be a cog in the wheel, you know?

Okay. So why not look for something,
somewhere else?

Abril, with your CV
you could find a job anywhere.

-Ask you father, maybe he could help.
-Yes, mum. I'll tell dad, sure.

Are you still writing?

No, barely.

Maybe a silly song for the kids.

-Nothing else.
-Sing for me! Dani!

-No way.
-Why not?

We're not at that stage yet.

Don't be a downer, I always thought

you were great
and that you are very talented.

You must've been the only one.

Abril, really,
I'm not that good, that's the truth.

I can tell children's stories
and entertain them, but that's it.

I don't need any more than that.

That's sad to hear. It's like giving up
on what you've always wanted.

No. No, it's not giving up, it's just…

Now I think of these things less.

And well, since here
there aren't many opportunities

for anything related to writing,

I'd rather spend my time on other things.

Other things? Like what?

Like other things.

No. Tell me, I want to know.
I want to know

what could be more important than writing.

Well…

I've got other hobbies.

Recently I've got into rowing,
for example.

And I've come here
to the river to practice.

-Rowing?
-Yes.

Really? Like the boats that just went by?

No, that's canoeing.

I sit backwards.
Like in the Oxford-Cambridge.

-Have you ever seen it?
-What?

The regattas.

-You have no idea what I'm talking about!
-No.

-No.
-Pretty bad for a Londoner…

Well it's hard for me to picture
you rowing with those feeble arms.

These arms are still in training.

I told you, I've just started.

-How long is "just started?"
-Not long.

Two weeks.

Are you asking them for the guitar?
I can't believe it…

Hi.

Could I borrow the guitar for a moment?

Okay? I'll bring it back right away.

Thanks.

-Here.
-I'm not playing anything.

Yes. You're going to play for me.

Go on, they won't let us have it
all afternoon.

I want to look into your soul
and watch you make an fool of yourself.

-Right here?
-Yes, right here.

-Something about me?
-Something depressing

and honest,
that tells me about you right now.

-You'll want to slit your wrists.
-I can't wait to slit my wrists.

It's time for me to reveal myself

That's nothing to worry about

I'll leave my underwear on

So no one will get offended

I'm not into Formula 1

I can barely play mus or poker

I get bored at stag parties

In football I'm even bad at goalie

And so here I am

Singing about my flaws to you

I'm so happy to be this way

I want to be Superman

But I'm just a normal bloke

A flawed fellow, and it's phenomenal

Sometimes I think it's a flaw

To be a salad addict

I don't feel a wee bit manly

Except I'm still aroused by women

I like sentimental films

If I had to, I'd pick Woody Allen

I don't know much
about mortgages or stocks

I can't bear talking
about how things are going

And so here I am

Singing about my flaws to you

I'm so happy to be this way

I want to be Superman

But I'm just a normal bloke

A flawed fellow, and it's phenomenal

I'm chronically late

And a little lazy

I like walking backwards

And anything I could do today

I'll do it tomorrow

I eat sweets when at the pictures

I bring books back late to the library

I'm scared of motorbikes

That's fine, I prefer bicycles

And that's my brief summary

Of all my biggest flaws

There's one last thing to say

But my attitude's out for repairs

And so here I am

Singing about my flaws to you

I'm so happy to be this way

I want to be Superman

But I'm just a normal bloke

A flawed fellow, and it's phenomenal

Wow, Dani.

You're pathetic.

-Yeah, I know.
-You really are.

Thanks for noticing. Thanks.

I'd kill you.

And I'd kill you.

Slowly.

No, I'd kill you even slower.

No, I'd do it even slower.

Do you believe in destiny?

Woah.

Of course I don't.

And in coincidences?

-Is that a trick question?
-No.

No.

I'm thinking

about how things could've been
if I'd acted differently.

Like what?

All these little decisions we take in life
that change everything for good

and we don't even realize.

What would've become of me if I'd gone
to London a month later? Or two.

Would I be in the same city,
or in the same studio?

I probably would've ended up
in another country.

Or I might've come back.

Or I'd probably be pregnant with twins,
like María, who knows.

Life's unpredictable, isn't it?

Isn't that what's good about it?

What would have happened
if you had come to London with me?

If both of us had ended up there?

Have you thought about it?

-I've never thought about it.
-I don't believe that.

I bought a ticket to go see you.

You?

Alone?

I swear.

And when was that?

A long time ago.

Maybe two or three months
after I was fired from the paper.

Seriously.

And why didn't you tell me anything,
moron?

I don't know, what's the fun in that?

It was going to be a surprise,
I'd go there, find you…

and when we were face-to-face I'd say,

So, as scared as you are of flying,
you would have flown

to my house to say,
"Hi, April, what's up?"

Yes. Sorry, my English is not that good.

I can't get passed "Hi, what's up?"

Well, I would've loved it.

I would've loved it
if you'd got on a plane…

find my home…

rang at my door…

and only said that.

Yeah. Me too.

Care to explain why you didn't?

I guess it was something I saw
on your Facebook profile.

Something you saw on my Facebook?

-Yeah…
-All right, surprise me.

Well…

I looked at your profile
to find your address

and see what bus I'd have to take
from the airport to your house.

And I saw there was

this Mark fellow
who was practically living in your flat.

-But that was meaningless.
-Well…

Not so meaningless if you changed
your status to "in a relationship".

But we did that as a joke, Dani.

We both did that as a joke,
but it was meaningless.

It looked pretty serious.

With Mark? Are you kidding?

Are you saying you bought a ticket
and you didn't come to London

because you saw pictures with another guy?

I don't know. What did you want me to do?

I saw you were having
a great time and I thought, "What for?"

-I decided not to make a fool of myself.
-Dani, he didn't mean anything.

You should have come.

Well, I don't know.
It got into my head and that's it.

You bought the ticket and everything.

You know… With Ryanair.

It's a bit weird going to see
a film that started an hour ago.

Oh, come on.

I just want to take a look.

Do you know how hard
it is to see Spanish films in London?

Really?

Don't you have Netflix?

I love it here.

-It still smells the same.
-Yeah, that hasn't changed.

Part bleach, part butter.

We came here on our first date.
Remember that you cried?

Everyone cried
a little bit when they saw Wall-e.

Well, a little, just a little.

Don't you want any?
It's delicious, try it.

No way, stop.

I know how they kill the cow.

Well…

But I'll steal a potato from you.

-Don't they feed you in London?
-Why?

No reason.

What's that?

I've got something for you.

But you've got to close your eyes.

What for?

Don't you trust me?

Of course I don't.

Okay, then.

I won't give it to you.

But what is it?

If you don't trust me,
I can't give it to you.

If you dare splash water on me

or one of those games of yours,
I'll kill you.

Relax, you'll like it.

-I hope so.
-I hope so, too.

Close your eyes.

-Give me your hand.
-No! It's not going to be a ring…

-Close your eyes!
-But is it a ring or not?

-Why would it be a ring?
-How should I know?

-You think I'd get down on one knee?
-I don't know!

Close your eyes and stop talking.

Give me your hand.

This is silly, but it takes a while.

-How long will it take? Give me a hint.
-No hints.

-It's cold.
-It's just for a second.

So, about going back to London tomorrow,

is that set in stone
or could you stay for another few days?

Theoretically, it's set in stone.

Why?

I was thinking that with everything
with your grandmother and all,

that maybe it'd be good for you,

if you took a break for a bit.

Could you take a few days off from work?

And who knows,

we could try

making that guide together.

Take off for the weekend
to Portugal, to Lisbon, Porto…

That could be nice, right?

I'd love to, Dani.

You can't open them.

-But I can't.
-Not even a few days?

Your grandmother just passed away.
Your boss would be fine with it.

I'm slammed with work in London, I can't.

Also, you sure your workmate wouldn't mind

you and me going off
for a weekend together?

What workmate?

Your workmate.

The one at the bookshop
who wouldn't stop staring at me.

She's very pretty.

Yeah, she's pretty.

And if you want to know her name,

I can tell you it's Celia

and she makes salads
that are out of this world.

But that's all I'm going
to tell you about pretty Celia.

So it's pretty Celia who's got you
into this whole vegan thing of yours.

What will she think when she discovers
you're out gorging on meat with your ex?

Number one, I haven't eaten any meat.

Number two, officially you've gone home.

And I'm watching a match with a mate.

You've lied to your girlfriend.
I can't believe it.

She's not my girlfriend.

What do you care?

We said we'd never ask
each other those things.

Yeah…

but you've looked at my Facebook
and so you have the upper hand,

so I have to ask.

-I haven't checked your Facebook in ages.
-Sure, right.

Okay.

There, I think it's done.

You can open them now.

I told you it was silly.

And if you don't like it,
it comes off with soap and water.

The little ones just love it.

You don't like it…

I do.

But…

I've just never had a tattoo
and I wasn't expecting one.

-It's way better than the one in Budapest.
-Sure…

There's no comparison.

Thank you.

It's great having you as a friend.

But we're not friends.

We're not?

What do you think we are then?

I don't know, something else.

But I can tell you we're not friends.

Not even after being together five years,
we're not friends?

That's precisely why not.

Abril, I know every inch of your body.

Every freckle, every stretch mark…

If we were really friends
I wouldn't have given you a tattoo.

That's a basic rule.

So what do real friends do?

Other things.

If we were real friends,

I'd have asked you real friend questions.

For example,

that ginger boyfriend of yours,
what's his name?

Instead of avoiding the topic all day.

How could you know
I have a ginger boyfriend

if you never check my Facebook anymore?

I was lying.

And real friends don't lie.

It's not easy, is it?

He's the one who called earlier, right?

His name is Paul.

He's from Dublin.

He's one of the project managers.
One of my bosses.

He's a really good fellow.

The plot thickens.

And since when are we shagging
with the boss, you rascal?

Since about

six

seven…

I don't know why I'm telling you this.

That's fine.

-We're friends.
-So now we're friends?

Please, Abril.

We were together for five years.

How are we not going to be friends?

Why didn't he come?

He had loads of work.
He couldn't, he didn't have time.

Right…

How much?

I can barely speak

I can barely breathe

I don't want to wake up

Thanks.

Seeing you laugh again

Having you close to me

Everything comes back

Our story goes on without end

Maybe…

Holding hands won't be enough

What have I been without you?

What have you been without me?

What are we doing here today?

What we were yesterday

What we could've been

I don't want to lose you

Our story goes on without end

Maybe…

Whispering into each other's ears
Won't be enough

You and me

Here at last

Gazing at one other

Both of us

Both of us

You and me

Just like yesterday

Becoming you and me again

You and me

You and me

Nekane. How's Nekane?

-I think it sounds nice.
-I like it.

-What name do you like?
-I don't know, but one that's short or…

-Or Lola.
-Well, there's two of them.

-Lola would be nice.
-Hi.

-Hey!
-How's everything?

I'm sorry.

Life will go on

Even if you are not

Why looking back?

The night's almost through

And I want to kiss you

Just one more time

Our story goes on without end

Maybe…

Setting our paths won't be enough

You and me

Here at last

Gazing at one other

Both of us

Both of us

You and me

Just like yesterday

Becoming you and me again

You and me

The night's almost through

And I want to kiss you

Just one more time

So since she's always been wild,

she starts jumping from balcony
to balcony,

like she's Spiderman,
because she was so drunk.

And she was screaming, "Where's my rum?"

-Don't tell those stories!
-But you're hilarious, girl.

And, who knows how, she came in

through the maths teacher's balcony
completely pissed.

Can we talk about something else now?

Oh hell no. What happened next?

She suddenly turned extremely sober

and said, "I beg your pardon, Mr. Pedro,
I believe I'm in the wrong room."

And went out the door
without the teacher saying a word.

So, she spent the rest
of the school trip to Italy

not wanting to get off the bus.

-And she didn't drink rum in two years.
-No way!

Yep, a real spectacle.
That's what our friend here was like.

-How long will we keep telling this story?
-Until it stops being funny.

I love that story, I do.

Here's to our friend, the Drunkard!

-To the Drunkard!
-We love you.

-And to Mr. Pedro!
-Go to hell all of you.

-Don't we have any more stories like that?
-Well now…

-Let's play. We'll obliterate you.
-Okay!

-I've got to see this.
-Let's go, okay. Ready?

-I am.
-Okay, let's go.

-Michael Douglas
-And Bárbara Lennie.

Whoa, that's super hard.

-It's not that hard.
-No…

-Michael Douglas and who?
-Bárbara Lennie.

-Who's that?
-She's gorgeous, hon. You'd love her.

-Come on, it's not that bad.
-Oh no, it's impossible.

You've just got to think about it.

-Oh! Yes! I've got it.
-Already?

-Yes.
-Sure?

-In five steps.
-That's the mother of my children!

We can in three.

Really?

Prove it.

Okay. First:

Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta-Jones
are married and they're in Traffic.

-Traffic.
-One.

Okay? Second:

Catherine Zeta-Jones and Banderas
in Zorro.

-Awesome.
-Two steps.

And the third:

He doesn't know.

Antonio Banderas and Bárbara Lennie
in The Skin I Live In.

-You go, boy!
-Three steps.

Bárbara Lennie
isn't in The Skin I Live In.

Yes she is. She's in it. Very little.

-I don't know about that.
-Actually, she's the best part.

-She's the only reason to watch it.
-Well, that's not too bad.

-The tiger part was super believable.
-I loved the tiger in Life of Pi.

Really. What?

She was in The Skin I Live In!

-Yeah!
-Go team!

Go team!

She is pretty.

Isn't she seeing Mario Casas?

No, José, no. Drop it.

-It's not her?
-It's not.

-Who wants more?
-Me.

-Me.
-Me too.

-Get me one.
-I'm not getting you a beer.

Please, I just want to smell it, please.

-I really need it.
-No way, you'd drink it.

You know me so well…

Honey, one. One.

I've been good the whole pregnancy.

And so, what's going on with Dani?

I see you're getting on well.

Yeah…

I don't know…

It seems unreal, right?

I'm going to say something
but don't get me wrong.

I'm telling you as a friend
and because I care about you.

Okay.

Be careful.

Careful with what?

Don't play with him.

When you left, he was a wreck.

But I'm not even doing anything.
I'm with Paul.

Why didn't Paul come?

Having a rough spot or something?

No, no. I just wanted to come alone

and be here at home, that's all.

In fact, he's asked me
to move in with him.

Oh, that's great!

Good for you!

It's an important step.

Yeah, a big one.

I'm thinking it over.

Come on…

He's in love with you.

You're in love with him.

Your shared flat is a shithole
and his house in Chelsea is great,

and practically next to the studio.

What's the problem?

We've only been going out six months.

It's all gone so fast.

I've never lived with anyone.

It feels strange taking that step,
and even more so in London.

Moving in with your boyfriend
isn't all that strange.

You can try, and if it doesn't work out,
then it doesn't.

Yeah, but it all seems very sudden.

Like I wasn't expecting it
to happen so fast, you know?

Like your wedding.

Or María having kids.

It's like we're suddenly older,

and it's taken me by surprise.

Well…

We haven't changed all of a sudden.
We've changed as everyone.

The way everyone does.

The thing is, since you weren't here,
you've missed it all.

Yeah.

Well, from now on
I don't want to miss out on anything.

So come back.

Or are you going to stay there forever?

Well…

Look!

Look, look, look!

-They're moving!
-Yeah.

Fast, too.

-They're nervous.
-Yes.

-It's late to be out.
-They're partying.

Those dark eyes

Those dark eyes

I don't want to see them cry

I just want to listen

Tell me what I want to hear

Tell me you're going to laugh

Tell me

Tell me now the city's asleep

For some time now

For some time now
Your voice has sounded like

A pen on paper

Describing how you fly in dreams

Let it be your dark eyes

Shining on me as I walk

Rain falls on the grey floor

Time goes by and I can't laugh

The night is long, and my voice bitter

Today I saw the sun awake

And your pupils shining

But wait, don't worry and you'll see

The good times will be back

But wait, don't worry and you'll see

The rain will bring them back

Those dark eyes

I don't want to see them cry

I just want to listen

Tell me what I want to hear

Tell me you're going to laugh

Tell me

Tell me now the city's asleep

Tell me now the city's asleep

Tell me now

The city's asleep

So see you tomorrow?

-You don't have to go.
-Don't be silly. We're going to be there.

If you feel sad tonight,
just give us a call, okay?

Okay.

-Love you tons.
-Me you. Love you.

-See you tomorrow.
-Ciao.

-See you tomorrow.
-Ciao.

I think I shouldn't have left.

This is where I've got my family,
my friends, everything I care about.

And now everything's changed so much
I barely recognize it.

Well…

You left chasing your dreams.

And look at you now.

You've made it.

But I never imagined it like this.

How did you imagine it?

In a smaller studio…

With other, more creative projects,
with other people.

With you.

My dreams always included you.

I wish you had come with me to London.

Maybe you should've waited

instead of running off right when
they had just hired me at the paper.

I didn't run off, Dani.

I was here for months and I found nothing.

That's barely any time, Abril.

What did you expect?

To join Cruz y Ortiz fresh out of college?

No… I didn't.

But it was extremely frustrating.
Six years studying like that for nothing.

What was I supposed to do? Just sit here
and wait for something to appear?

I had no future here.

Your father could've helped.

Dani, my father won't help for shit.

He's never helped,
he couldn't be bothered.

-That's not true.
-Yes it is.

But you don't want to see that.
Not you, nor my mother.

Don't you remember what he said he'd do
when I finished studying?

All the projects for his little girl,
so I wouldn't have to leave Spain?

Also, I don't want to get a job
because of connections.

I want to accomplish things on my own.

Of course you don't remember, Dani.

Because right then you were super busy

with your new friends at the paper,
coming and going, back and forth.

You didn't notice anything else.

You didn't notice I was at home, alone,

trapped,

wasting away.

Maybe, if you'd been a little happier
for me,

for a change,

I might've acted differently.

But no.

You always had to be the center of it all.

You couldn't stand being in someone
else's shadow, not even a little.

You needed to have
a cooler job than mine, Abril.

And that's why you were gone
from one day to the next.

As if those five years hadn't meant
anything at all to you.

Dani, of course they did.

Don't you understand?
They meant everything to me.

I would've accepted anything.

Anything to stay here with my family,
with you, to be together.

I went to London because I felt alone.

Because I felt terribly alone.

-You were a prick and you know it, Dani.
-And you were selfish.

You know what hurt the fucking most?

It wasn't that you were being an idiot,
like you're doing right now.

It was that when you were sacked
you didn't come to see me in London.

That just killed me.

But you made it quite clear
that you'd forgotten about me.

I bought a ticket.

And you didn't come.

And you have no idea

what a bad a time I was having
alone in London,

how hard it was
and how much I missed you the whole time.

You have no idea how much I just wanted
to hug you the whole time, Dani.

If you missed me that much,

why didn't you call me any of the times
you came to visit in five years?

As far as I know,
this isn't the first time you've come.

Like at Christmas.

When you came to see your mother
and grandmother and all your friends.

And you filled the internet
with your photos.

-Why didn't you call?
-Don't flip it on me.

I'm not. I just want to know
why you didn't call at Christmas.

Because it wasn't the right time.

Why do you always get to decide
when's the right time and when it isn't.

Maybe right then
I felt like my life was in shambles.

And I would've loved to see you.

And take walks with you.

Get a drink, go to the cinema.

Who knows, we could have watched
a whole film.

But I bet that never occurred to you.

You've called everyone except me, Abril.

But of course,

you weren't thinking of coming back
to your old life and now you are.

-You have no idea.
-Don't I?

Well that's what it seems like.

Look Abril,
you've spent the whole day saying

"Oh, I miss this so much.
My friends, and the sun."

"It was silly of me to leave,
why'd I do that?"

You're so affectionate and so cheerful…

You look at me and you laugh.

And I look at you,
and my world turns upside-down.

Everything I had tucked away deep inside
that I thought was gone forever…

I don't understand any of this.

I don't understand…

Why didn't you call at Christmas?

Can you be honest for once in your life
and give me an answer?

What's changed, Abril?

What's changed this time?

-I don't understand.
-Because I came with Paul.

Dani, I came with Paul.

Because I was here with Paul,
I brought him to meet my family.

What could I do? That the three of us
would get together for coffee?

Idiot.

Thanks.

That's everything I've got.

Why didn't you throw it away?
It's all rubbish.

Because it's your rubbish.

Your books,

your CDs, your photos.

Before they were out here.

As if they expected you to come back.

I put them away when it became too much

to keep hearing you in every song.

Or to see you in every photo…

without knowing when I'd see you

or hear you again, like I am now.

What we had,

you and me…

it was lost.

As much as it hurt,
I wasn't ever getting it back.

So when I couldn't take it anymore…

I put everything in the box

and tried to forget it.

But I would never toss it all out…

because…

they reminded me of who I'd once been,

and who I'd like to continue being.

How could I get rid of the best thing
that had ever happened to me?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I had to let all that out.

That's my favorite.

Little Abril.

There…

It's okay…

It's okay…

I don't know why I'm in London,
I don't know what I'm doing there…

Feeling so alone…

And with everything I care about here,
all the people I love.

How could I have fucked it all up
so badly?

It's okay.

I just want this one more time.

Please.

One more time.

Dani, I can't.

I can't.

Are you all right?

No.

Can you hold me?

Of course.

Come here.

Don't cry.

Please.

I have an idea.

Tomorrow,

after the burial…

we'll go to London.

We'll tell Celia,

so she can come with us.

Then we'll introduce her to Paul.

They'll meet,

fall in love, and go live
in that shitty flat of yours.

Celia wouldn't last half an hour
in my flat.

So fuck them.

To hell with Paul and Celia.

Forget London.

We'll go to Portugal.

Get our rucksacks
and go to Portugal, like we said.

And make our travel guide.

Would you prefer that?

But you said you didn't want to do
any more backpacking.

I lied.

Dani…

Yeah?

Tell me a story.

Okay.

Which one?

I don't care which.
No one's told me a story in a long time.

How about Babar?

All right.

The one about Babar.

In the jungle,

a little elephant named Babar was born.

Babar's mother loved him very much…

Is that the voice you use
at the book shop?

-Don't interrupt during story time.
-Sorry.

And as she loved him so much,

to help him fall asleep,
she would rock him with her trunk

and sing to him sweetly.

As time passed,

Babar started growing

and growing…

and played with the other baby elephants.

Babar loved making little hills of sand.

One day,

while riding on his mother's back…

an evil hunter surprised them
between the bushes,

and bam!

-He shot his gun.
-No…

Yes.

-Poor Babar.
-Poor Babar.

The frightened monkeys hid,

the birds flew away

and the hunter ran after Babar.

But Babar was very fast.

He was scared
of being caught by the hunter,

so he ran very, very fast.

And Babar escaped.

And he reached an enormous city,

full…

Full of surprises for Babar.

Does he get away?

Yes, Babar got away.

But he's surprised,
because he'd never seen

all those cars,

buildings…

so many new things he'd never seen before.

It's so nice to let go

So feel, to yearn

Dream about seeing each other

Touching each other

We bite and adore each other

How we love to laugh

And keep saying the words

Never letting us sleep

And keep living this thing

Loving each other

I hope we never ever lose our love

So close together

Nothing will ever happen to us

Tell me, tell me one more time

I just want to say I love you

I just want to say I love you

Abril…

Someone's here to see you.

Would you like a bite to eat?

I honestly am in no mood to cook.

I would imagine.
Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

I'll just cut up some tomatoes
or what not.

I don't know if there's much in there.

I'll fix up some tapas, don't worry.

-Marcos is getting big so fast.
-Isn't he?

He's turning out very handsome…

-And he's really a dear… Yes.
-I hadn't seen him in a long time.

I'll get out a bit of ham.
Does he like ham?

He certainly does.
Don't you remember at Christmas?

That's right. He stuffed himself.
Of course he likes it.

You know what?

I'm glad Abril's found someone in London.

So am I.

-They make a lovely couple.
-Yes.

I've got a good feeling about them.

Speaking of London,
why don't we both go for a visit?

-You'd come with me?
-Why not?

-We could surprise her.
-Yes, don't tell her.

I'll take care of it.

You do all that, the tickets…
The internet's beyond me.

Don't worry, I'll take care of the tickets
and everything. Don't you worry.

I'll have to learn to live alone now.

Well…

We've got each other. Don't worry.

I earned my degree
in Architecture here in Seville,

and afterwards I submitted proposals to
several competitions and I won a EUROPAN.

I've also published several articles,
including one in Arquitectura Viva.

Later I moved to London

and I got an ARQUIA internship
at Alejandro Zaera-Polo's studio,

and I spent some time there.

And after that, I sent my CV
to Foster and Partners,

they interviewed me
and it's been great ever since.

It really does look good.
Why do you want to leave London?

I would like to be back home.

I see… Have you done renovations?

At our construction firm
we mostly do home renovations.

Yes, I helped refurbish a palace in Rome

and the redevelopment
of the Battersea Power Station in London.

Yes, I see that.

Well I'm not going to lie,
your CV is very impressive.

Thank you.

We would have loved for you
to work with us

but I'm afraid
we can't offer you much at the moment.

What would you say to starting
with a trial period for two months?

And then we can see if you fit.

A trial period?

Yes, well,
you could call it an adaptation period.

Are you registered as self-employed?

I ask because
we can't pay your social security.

You'd have to take care of that yourself.

Hi there! Cheers.

The bag's for you. He hasn't carried a bag
in his life, not even a bike.

-Have you got everything?
-Yes.

Take care of yourself.

I will.

I love you, mum.

I love you too.

-I'll call you when I get there.
-Okay.

-Hello.
-Hello.

-Are you Dani?
-Yep.

Okay, great.

I'm ready to go, when you are.
We've got a long ride to Lisbon.

Can you hold on just a second?
My friend isn't here yet.

Okay, can we wait for her in the car?
I'm not in a proper spot.

Yeah, go ahead.

-That's quite a rucksack.
-I never know what to pack.

I always end up packing
two hundred things.

Yeah…

Have you ever been to Lisbon?

No.

-No?
-Not to Lisbon.

Well, it's a brilliant city.

Can you give me a second?

Sure.

-I'll be waiting in the car.
-Okay.

It didn't take long

To notice that all around

Nothing shared the shadow

And soon came

The jealous envy of that sunset

There was no one else like him

Escaped from a place

Where Sunday is just another day

Just a speck of dust

Now who could grab those hands?

Who dares go back again?

Who saw that giant leap?

Who would want to get that far?

TO THE FOREST

And about that summer

The name was forgotten

The haste was all lost

Walking right past

Feet that no longer hold…

ONLY THOSE WHO LOVE FLY, GO AND FLY

The memory of steps taken

Now who could grab those hands?

Who dares go back again?

Who saw that giant leap?

Who would want to get that far?

Now who could grab my hands?

Who saw me take that giant leap?

Who saw me fall back to floor?

Getting up and taking flight

Who saw me take that giant leap?

Who dares be born again?