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Carolo, shut up!

My head's going to explode.

The day you convinced me to do it...

I saw it coming.

I've dumped a bottle of lye on my cunt to stop it.

Sure hope it doesn't

have your face.

Coming! I'm coming.

You can't park here.

Being a handicap is no excuse. Papers, please.

- It's that... - Right, come on.

There's no need to get out.

-It's just that... -Just nothing.

It's not necessary.

Hey, watch it!

He's my friend, I'll help him.

Well, get your friend out of this public area.

I felt her up everywhere. Touch me, feel the size of that cock!

Here, the copy.

How do I look? Tie and all.

What matters is your blah-blah.

- I still think you should... - Not me...

I don't have your... gift of gab.

It's this little trick. I've been doing it four years.

You gef ferpect focalization YOU GET PERFECT VOCALIZATION

What did you do? A page is missing.

It goes from page 85 to 87.

No problem. I'll handwrite it.

- I know it by heart. - That's tacky.

Wrong. It's more personal. How do we convince her?

Youth, freshness and a new look.

A NICE DAY

Wait, wait. OK.

- Now? - Better.

Aren't you getting carried away?

Who can fetch me 3 fingers of whiskey with 2 ice cubes?

You're right. Up here you're God.

Yeah, but you get paid like the devil. Where did you find him?

Your Dad's forgotten us, man. How is he?

Fucked.

Goddamit, get down from there!

Benito, you're wanted in makeup.

She's here.

Remember, people don't care about your problems,

they can shovel their own shit.

For the interview, try not to be "Motherfucker Castro".

During shoots, people call you that.

It's better than when I started, people called me "Cocksucker Castro".

Come in.

She specified very clearly that she wanted

3 fingers of whiskey with 2 ice cubes.

This is 2 fingers and 3 cubes.

Who cares? I'm thirsty.

I care. Out! Next time do it right.

Come on, out!

How'd you fuck up like that? First impressions count.

Who's that bitch?

You don't know her?

I must've sent my photos 200 times.

She only represents "heavies". I mean stars.

Hey, don't take it like that. I just want her to lay off a little.

She drinks like a fish.

I have some photos for you.

Amanda, yeah. With him. They're going to dine together.

Don't let them see you. You know how she gets.

Don't let me down. It's important for her to get some ink.

Of course, I owe you a favor.

Am I interrupting?

Not yet.

I've brought your drink.

Two ice cubes.

What happened to fatty, we scare him off?

Sorry, it's not his job.

His father was a camerman

who broke his spinal column filming "Wanna Bet?"

They felt guilty so they gave him a job.

Also to help the family make ends meet.

Should I cry?

No, but he's very talented just the same.

The door is that rectangular thing.

I brought you something else.

A script?

How did you know?

You have two options :

stick it up your ass or I will.

Most admired virtue: a sense of humor.

Read it in "Premiere".

Sure is true.

I lied.

My most admired virtue: invisibility.

The plot grabs you from the start.

Besides, I have no problems with farewells. Bye.

Do something useful.

They're cold due to my nerves.

No need for contact.

I know we're unknown, but we have a lot of potential.

More precisely: youth,

freshness and a new look.

Freshness and youth I give a rat's ass about, but that look...

Ever consider sunglasses, day and night?

Thanks.

If you like the script, we'll be working together.

The male lead

is written for me.

My name is Carolo.

Carolo Suarez Perales.

Like it?

Who's this?

Carolo Suarez Perales.

- How'd you know I needed another? - The title is:

"A World For Us". It'll grab you. Guaranteed.

A masterpiece.

Amanda's roles have been so diverse

that listing them only enhances her immense versatility:

bored housewife,

bullish businesswoman,

nun with AIDS, rock singer,

prostitute, bus driver, cop,

journalist, cleaning woman, even terrorist...

How can you do...

It's done. Know when you have chemistry with someone?

My characters are my other "me".

I feel like clothing on a hanger when I'm not working.

Is my taxi ready?

You dropped this.

I didn't drop it.

Aren't you going to read it?

Judging from who brought it is enough.

Looks interesting.

Call me when the taxi arrives.

With a good director...

She like it, how about dates?

She doesn't know us. She hasn't seen our work.

We have to tell her what we do.

We invite her to dinner and I'll talk.

I'll show her my storyboards.

We'll take her to a fine restaurant.

-The best. -Casa Paco?

Go in and invite her.

- Me? - She likes you better.

Between actors...

Taxi's here.

She's already left.

Some friends came for her.

Shit.

I'm picking up. You can't imagine what pigs...

Beni, come...

Take one of us together.

Okay.

Face a little closer.

A little more.

My turn.

I'm fucking her. I'm...

What the hell?

It's us. The script guys.

From before.

What is this?

About the script,

we realize you don't know us from a hole in the wall...

OK, let's forget it.

Get out of my fucking life!

Listen to him, please.

I'll call security.

You have to see Beni's storyboards. And our two shorts. They're...

Let me go.

Listen to him, please.

Look, what I want to say.

Look, the story is about a big Hollywood star.

That's you. She's in an accident and ends up paralyzed.

A few years pass and a young fan who is now an actor,

thats my part... wants to find out what happened to you.

OK, tell you what I'll do. I'll take the script home with me, and...

Playing a paralytic is a real challenge, huh?

Read it with loving care.

Help! Anybody here?

Let me go, you fat fuck. Help!

Open it!

Bring the quilt from the dressing room.

I don't know if this...

She's going to listen.

Doesn't leave until she does.

Beni, she's a star. Treat her with respect.

Did I hit her or what?

Run and I'll kill you.

The bag.

Close it here.

Lie her down in the back.

- Will she be OK? - Come on.

Act natural, shit. Sit down.

Cover her with the coat.

Regards to your Dad.

Thanks.

What a night!

You said it.

I'm going to turn up the music to pick us up a little.

Heaven knows my intentions are good.

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood.

Heaven knows my intentions are good.

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood.

Come on.

This way, man.

Grab her.

The light.

Your bag. You almost forgot it.

Talk to her. Relax her.

Say anything.

Shazam!

See?

There's a method to our madness.

The entire film, shot by shot.

Never saw storyboards in color, did you?

She's ignoring them.

She could be in a bad mood. Should we untie her?

And if she flees?

To the garage.

You're first.

You can't complain.

A WORLD FOR US

The complete author.

It's in Super 8, but the image is professional.

Amazing, huh?

THREE YEARS LATER...

Yes, I was in charge of her recovery.

She left our clinic two years ago...

Don't recognize him, do you?

She left without a trace.

She was very depressed.

Alone,

frighteningly alone,

like the dead, like those who suffer,

those who love,

that's the way I feel.

Untie her.

The rest is up here.

We're just waiting for your "yes" to continue.

Move, asshole.

What is this, a joke?

Where's the hidden camera? This isn't funny.

Like what you've seen?

What I've seen?

It'll be better with you.

- How do I get out? - But...

Out of my way, shithead.

Where the fuck are we?

Give her time to think it over.

These decisions take time.

Catalina, it's me.

Bad time to leave me alone.

Call me right away.

Look, pig, stay away from me.

"Lost Days", that was good?

And "Yesterday's Ghosts"?

Nobody even saw it.

Another hit, huh?

How about "I'll Say Goodbye"?

A box office smash!

What, you never fuck up?

Never made a bad flick?

I'll show you a good picture.

It has to come from here.

And here. The guts.

Let me go. Don't touch!

Not her face. She works with her face.

Talk to her, don't hit her.

She doesn't listen,

she's negative.

I'll get it out of you.

You're going to do our film.

Someday you'll thank me.

You won't degrade our work.

Leave me alone. I'm tired.

Listen to him.

Beni is a genius. He's done animation with plasticine dolls,

but he needed meat,

the passion that only actors can provide.

Let me go, fuckface.

You can rest here.

Things'll look different tomorrow.

And if you still want to go, then go. Nobody's holding you.

People get jail for this. You're getting yourselves in a mess.

She's right. This is a mess.

We have to start. Read her the script.

She's tired.

Not for protesting.

Don't make it any harder.

I want to make this film.

And I want you to do it.

Spanish cinema is too small for us.

Black berets, priests, chorizo.

If only we'd been born in the U.S.

In Hollywood.

You can't continue playing somebody's girlfriend,

laughing at silly jokes.

You need meatier characters.

We wrote this script for you.

It's going to be great.

Right.

A director has to communicate love for his actors.

Win them over.

Stay with her.

You'll see. It's the best script you've ever read.

We'll skip the first part which you've seen.

Hurry up or we'll lose this great light.

Camera, ready...

Take 11, scene 1.

Action.

Brake on the curve, Carolo.

Slowly, start braking

softly...

How was I?

Good morning...

Scene 9. Let's film it.

It's your character's first appearance.

An immense mansion, you're terribly alone.

You think I'm doing this?

I get paid, I choose who I work with.

And you surely are not among them.

Beni, she has to fix herself.

Have her shower.

Then put this on.

It's my Mom's. It'll do.

Watch her. I'll get the lights.

Want me to look?

Nothing you haven't

seen in her films.

The times he's jerked off watching you.

Beni...

Want to be an actor?

It's my dream.

Well, you're risking your future right now.

It's a risk, but if the picture turns out OK...

My first lead and you as co-star.

I can get you roles in real movies.

Really?

Think this movie'll open doors for me?

If you let me go, all the doors in the world will open for you.

Benito is the first director to trust me. I can't betray him.

I'm sick of crazies.

All geniuses are a little gone.

I've had my share.

One stalked me two years.

Mondays, he wanted to marry me,

Tuesdays, he wanted to kill me.

Another sent me tons of numbered blank pages,

claimed they were scripts for me.

We didn't...

This is a kidnapping, get it?

Why don't you want to do our film?

You've done 17 films.

- One more won't hurt. - Super 8 is kid's stuff!

The means aren't all,

so you say in your interviews.

You prefer risky films.

Maybe it's the smallest film you'll ever make,

but who knows?

Someday they'll remember

you and me for "A WORLD FOR US".

Make yourself pretty and let's go.

Your role is first rate, a plum.

Benito has a cousin who works at the San Sebastian

Film Festival as a...

hospitality host.

Are you crazy?

I'll cut you to shreds, you bastard.

But, look...

Beni, she's leaving!

My knee...

She should see a doctor.

We have a film to shoot or did you forget?

Tough, eh?

Like it that way? OK, your choice.

I only ask you to shine in my movie.

Ice'll keep the swelling down.

- OK, that's it. - Fine, thank you.

Remember me? We had to sacrifice Humphrey.

The bloody hunting dog.

My girlfriend claimed the iron fell on him accidentally, but

I never believed it. They were always barking at each other.

You lost your nerves.

- You have another? - What?

Another dog.

No, a cat. It's a cat.

He did that, eh?

This? Uh, yeah, she's in heat.

Poor thing...

What I wanted to ask was,

well, she hurt her knee...

a hard blow, like from a car.

-A car hit it? -No, no, no,...

-A stupid fall. -Rare for a cat to hurt itself falling.

Yes, well she fell from very high... and landed badly, so...

Why didn't you bring it?

Well, she's really the neighbor's cat. Humphrey has no substitute.

I dessicated it, you know.

I only wanted to know what you

do for a pain in the leg.

Clean and tape it, like a human,

if nothing's broken. The pain'll pass.

Yes, the pain. How does one relieve the pain?

We have these pills.

Mix them with the cat food.

- It's a big cat. - Same for a bull.

Right, what a pretty canary!

Like it, want to buy it?

Uh, no, no.

- I thought, for Amanda. - What about food?

Potato chips.

Feel better?

This'll keep you company.

Potato omelette.

This'll kill the pain.

Take them with the cat food.

I mean take them with your food.

Here.

You'll see.

I'm going to sing you the film's theme song.

During it, we're happily walking along the beach.

It's unclear whether it's a dream or just a happy moment.

Enough.

That's enough.

I want a cigarette.

Stop already!

OK, let's do it. Whatever it is, but let's do it fast.

Really?

I knew it.

Scene 12, Take 1.

One.

Concentration and motivation.

Action.

What're you doing here?

I've come for you. I wanted to see you again.

Do I look like a circus attraction?

You don't understand. I admire you.

Cinema is not the same without you.

Leave or I'll call the cops. I can't do this.

It's absurd. I need my hands.

What am I saying?

What am I doing here?

Cut!

Hands? The eyes say it all.

- Actors should be maimed. - How was I?

Great, great. Full of doubts and respect.

Very human.

And you, Amanda, up in the penumbra...

it was marvellous.

Now, we film the fall.

I'll low-angle it

from the right side.

Your good side, I know.

What, I'm not falling from here.

Beni, that's for stunt people.

What do you think the budget on this film is? She has a rug.

One thing is to accept doing this, another is to jump from here.

If she gets hurt, filming stops.

Who told me to work with stars!

Looks the same from here.

Right.

Come on.

Let's shoot.

Go!

And cut!

How was it?

Believable, I think... yeah... I believe.

I would do a second take, just in case.

Trust her, she has more experience.

She'd just as soon see me die.

Right?

Well, dream on.

I have a very hard head, you hear?

Want to hit me?

Go on.

Please, it looks very good. Relax.

Concentration and motivation.

What are you doing?

I don't want to look like a zombie.

Think your character worries about that?

She lives alone.

Like a hermit since the accident. She can't bear to look at herself.

Her image scares her.

I have to get inside the character?

That's all I need.

What am I your fantasy slut?

Come here, come.

Look.

You're gorgeous.

Nobody ever tell you?

Don't toy with my life

or my dreams.

They're all I have.

You are my hope.

My only hope.

Understand, once and for all,

you make me despair.

You kill me, you drive me crazy.

I'd give my life

to lose my fear

of kissing

your lips...

Cut.

You have to eat.

I don't need that shit.

3 fingers of whiskey and 2 ice cubes.

You've earned it.

Snow? Have any?

What?

Coke...

Cocaine...

I can give you a friend's number. Tell him I sent you.

No way.

I'm going to need it to film this shit.

Remember that bar with the free drinks?

Ask for Braulio.

Tell him Perfecto sent you.

Your brother?

How am I going to get coke for your brother? He's a cop.

My brother drops off there

what he lifts from a bust. They're partners.

How much do I buy, 250 grams?

Whatever they give you.

- Do I ask her for money? - No, man.

These are production costs.

Don't you have any?

Don't forget your coat. All I need is for you to catch a cold.

Hurry up.

I'm glad

that we're alone awhile...

A real pleasure.

I want to talk to you about the character, show you some films.

Can't you free me?

It's just that...

you must get used to the chair.

It should be an extension of your body.

Look, take your bald and fat Stanlislavski method elsewhere.

A cigarette.

My Dad gave me the camera.

He liked the movies.

He helped me with my films.

He loved musicals.

He'd always dance with Mom.

They won this trophy.

ls this your life story?

Now, he only loves his wheelchair.

This was his.

He loves no one.

He hates the world.

Your part is him.

I didn't use my legs for 2 months so I could write it

and understand.

Think I'll do this?

I don't give a fuck about this part.

I want to make my film.

I think you have a shit mixer for a brain.

At least I'm not in it for the money.

Or need to get high to work.

I'm tired. I want to sleep.

You're crazy,

you hear? Completely nuts.

Don't you see?

You think actors are your toys?

Buy a ticket and I'm yours?

You're daft.

Sleep...

I need to pee.

Want to pee?

Well, pee on yourself.

Like your character.

-You'll relate better. -You're joking, right?

You're a movie star,

but I'll make you an actress.

I want to leave here!

I'm not an animal.

Get me out of here!

Why are you doing this to me?

You're going to ruin me.

Maria Rodriguez Castro

You were here?

Goddammit...

I've been looking for you everywhere.

You think a message is enough?

And don't tell me you were alone

because I could hear a guy's voice in the background.

You can't go on like this.

You're not caring for yourself,

when was the last time you shaved your legs?

Have you been drinking? You don't fool me...

If you're going to continue moving to the beat of your cunt, I'm gone.

I can't go on defending you,

you're no longer a kid.

You're old enough to know how this world operates.

You're a pro, you can manage your own affairs.

No way, definitely not.

I won't keep doing it.

Move it, we have lots of things to do.

There's a slew of people that we owe apologies to, hear me?

Vitamin C. You should be drinking orange juice.

When was the last time you had some O.J .

or a decent breakfast?

Amanda, where are you!

When was the last time you had some O.J . or a decent breakfast?

Try lowering your voice, not everyone shares your enthusiasm.

Juice first, it loses its vitamins more quickly.

I haven't eaten this since...

Actors in position. Get ready to shoot

in 5 minutes!

You'll love them. They're my best friends.

I don't want to see anyone.

I hate people looking at me

with a sort of pity:

Poor thing, she was so pretty.

You still are.

But now I'm broken in two,

I can barely sit on the toilet without help.

Try some makeup.

Give me that.

You know what?

You don't need makeup.

You're gorgeous.

And... cut!

You're abnormal,

we're going to gag with all this smoke.

No way, it creates an air of mystery.

Like a fog. You guys were perfect.

Put my hairs on end.

If you see anything I can change or improve,

tell me, OK?

I'd start with your parents.

Didn't know them.

They were lucky.

- Want it? - Yeah, sure.

I learn quick, huh?

Scene 32!

Beach!

I'll glue it

with some shots of Carolo at the beach last summer.

It'll look fab.

Try this on while I spread

the sand.

I'm not putting this on.

Why not?

What, you only wear designer attire?

Give me a break.

What contract clause specifies that?

Where's it written?

Come on, that way we'll take beach shots. OK?

They want you to do films again.

They'll change your character so that...

I'm an invalid, say it... someone paralyzed.

Come on.

You forget how to smile?

How long has it been?

Hear the music?

You dance?

Dance, dance.

My knee, damn it.

Beni,

Beni.

My head's spinning.

Oh, God.

It's nothing, only vomit.

That's the downside of a circular "travelling".

Let's go with scene 39.

You're both crazy. I want to leave here.

I can't stand this any longer.

I'll go for the mop.

Relax, it was just some minor dizziness.

You can't imagine, it was such a strong shot...

I mean, awesome.

Oscar material.

Actors in position!

How long does it take to put on a slip?

You fucking in there?

Very funny!

May I?

Shit...

It's not silk, but it'll do.

I'm sorry, I'd rather not put them on you.

You think you're better, but you're the same as him.

You don't fool me.

You awake?

Lie to me, say you've missed me these last two weeks.

I've missed you,

but not these two weeks.

All my life.

I'd like to own my body again,

and have you fuck me.

The doctor said to forget about all that.

If I didn't think, I'd be dead.

Everything was perfect.

Let's do it again.

By the way, the script says "make love", not "fuck".

I prefer "fuck".

Your character doesn't fuck, she makes love.

My character? You call that a character?

It's a rehash of other movies.

Of course you think you invented it,

in your twisted brain.

I never thought cinema could be so dangerous.

It's a homage, not a copy.

She's right, it doesn't work.

Mimi, Jaime.

Voice placement. That way it comes from the rear.

That's it. Let's do it without words.

You come in and you lie beside her carefully.

You don't dare touch her. The audience'll understand.

Take it from the top!

Master, it's Benito.

Come in, Benito, come in.

Sit here beside me.

Look, look.

She's beautiful.

Again?

It's my only memory of her.

We'd watch it together to get our engines started.

Doesn't it get you horny too?

Yeah, yeah.

Jerk off, come on now. You know you want to.

-Man, I... -Do it, shit.

You, who can still come. Do it, for me.

For her.

Think,

she died seven months later.

Time,

what a bitch.

Come on.

I want you to come for the glory of my wife.

Yes, I'm coming...ahh.

Congrats!

Clean yourself.

I love you, buddy.

You're the best, man.

You would've loved her.

She's so beautiful.

-She sure was. -She is.

That's the wonderful thing about cinema.

She is.

She is.

Look, look.

You'll see how I illuminate this.

Color, color. I don't want reality.

Stick this in there with the fixer bath.

Does it resemble your dreams?

I could spend a lifetime filming her.

Is she a friend?

No, not yet.

Do you have any more pills?

Still hurting?

I don't feel my knee.

But these pills are a trip.

What's their name?

Whatever.

What's your problem?

What, no life, no friends?

My family

doesn't share my passion.

If I had your luck...

My luck?

You were discovered at 15 and by the director Suanzes' wife.

She saw you in a school magazine

and gave you a shot. Easy.

You know everything.

By the way, great deal for his wife. You stole her husband.

Listen to me, she came out ahead.

You were great in that flick.

I had no idea.

I, in turn,

at age 2 or 3, I dressed up and did imitations...

it's something that's always been inside.

When I go to the theater I never applaud,

I like applause,

I imagine it'll be for me someday.

You can have it.

I'll like fame:

autographs,

the best restaurants,

real convertibles...

Besides, famous people always have famous friends.

Maybe they just don't trust wannabes.

It's a small, closed world.

You have to be someone's son or lover.

Have you ever sucked some producer's cock

instead of kidnapping?

I'm cold.

Will you let me go?

- What? - If we fuck, can I go?

You're dying to.

Not this way.

What?

I mean, if it happened...

I wish you felt like I feel.

Feel for you?

Look, you S.O.B.

You think I'm enjoying this?

Is it me? I'm not any good as an actor, I mean.

Want the truth?

In this business, nobody wants the truth.

I do. I need to learn, improve.

Look at yourself.

Some things can't be taught.

Enthusiasm is not enough. Some people aren't cut out for this.

You have the expression of an onion.

You don't know how to look or listen,

or even scratch naturally.

So, I suck as an actor?

No, get this through your thick head:

You're not an actor and Benito is surely no director.

And this is no picture.

Anything else?

This.

"The young and veteran actress Amanda Castro's personal problems..."

Bastards.

"...have landed her in a detoxification clinic."

Goddammit.

Exactly.

"Her publicized breakup with Cuban actor Walter Carro�a"

"combined with her promotional obligations..."

Isn't Catalina going to do anything?

"This magazine expresses its support as always"

"to an actress who's lost her recipe for success"

"after reaching the summit in her youth with Roberto Suanzes,"

"the veteran director and king of the casting couch."

Come, I've seen the rushes.

We have to celebrate.

I don't drink that shit.

And look at this photo.

It's from 4 years ago when I played a junkie.

Come, let's go to bed. Tomorrow's a busy day.

- Leave me alone. - Fuck it.

To bed.

Ignore it. You'll be back.

Of course, I'll show them your picture.

Look, I'm not finished. I'm the Queen of Super 8.

My knee hurts. Give me the pills.

And the bottle.

Look.

Since I saw you in that picture,

I feel like I've grown up with you.

Grown up with me?

What do you know

about my life?

Take off these handcuffs.

I'm not yours.

I belong to no one.

I just wanted...

I don't need your bullshit pity.

You're not my friend.

Don't ever repeat what you said to Carolo.

Next time I'll cut your tongue out

and you'll be doing silent films.

Maybe he's the worst actor in the world,

but he'd give it all to be where you are.

And you... you've wasted it all.

You should've found a better actor.

You're my man.

The first time I saw you, I thought:

The camera'll love him.

With the expression of an onion.

You don't understand.

An actor is like an onion,

you've got to remove layer after layer

until you reach his heart...

and you end up crying.

You don't know Amanda yet.

Why do roses have thorns?

To prick people. That's the way she is.

You think that's what she meant about the onion?

Of course, dummy.

We're not like others. We are artists.

You weren't born to work cutting meat, nor I waiting tables.

We're a breed apart, like her.

Come on, onion-head.

Are you putting me on?

Hey, wake up.

Come on, come.

Carolo!

Carolo!

What?

Come.

She's dying on us.

She has to see a doctor.

And the picture?

Fuck the picture.

Open the back door.

No, no... not the hospital.

Don't take me, please.

They're going to crucify me.

I'm sorry. I won't do it again.

Sorry, I...

I don't want them to see me.

Yeah, I know it's early,

but my cat, Doc...

it's those pills you prescribed.

My cat swallowed them all.

The entire jar...

Huh, yeah. She vomited but since there's no hospital nearby...

There's no danger...

for the cat, right?

But, wait, you're not going to believe this,

my sister was with the cat and she...

I mean, she also swallowed a bunch of pills,

by accident. She thought they were sweets...

She's quite tiny...

She's around 14 or 20 years old, I'm not sure.

They dissolve?

No danger?

What? Yes, thanks.

Thank you. Sorry, doctor.

I have some photos to be developed. I'll be back in an hour. Thanks.

- Good morning. - Morning.

This'll clean you up inside.

The pharmacist said so.

I've brought the beach pix.

Any we can use as promo shots?

Nah, the roll was bad.

Fucking bird!

By the way, cinema without you wouldn't be the same.

There's always someone prettier and younger.

You're both.

I was last year's girl.

So? I tried suicide once.

I cut my veins with the shaver.

Lucky, it was electric.

Whenever I feel blue, I remember a song...

If you play a single note, I'll definitely kill myself.

Quick, you have to get out of here!

Let's go.

Come on!

Come on, for Christ's sake. Wait, your bag.

Careful, don't fall.

Open up, open.

Don't bang so hard.

Come on, get out of there. Out now!

I'm here!

I'm here! Take her to the snack bar.

Careful, Dad. Let me help you.

Hi, kids. How's school? A moment.

Everything's upside down. What a mess.

Why'd you take down the pictures? Are you stupid or what?

- I'm fed up with the mountains. - Hush, Dad. They're nice.

- And Perfe's trophies. - Don't touch anything.

Come in. Get Dad inside.

What happened to the car?

How big you are!

Leave the kids, shit.

Go and play.

Why didn't you open up?

You'll end up enjoying the country.

What's this doing here?

I put it there.

They called from work. They're going to

fire you. And to think I had to beg to get you that TV job.

I'm busy with my things.

Your things, asshole?

Grandma, grandma...

-Mom, leave it, for Christ's sake. -It's only a sip.

Did you vomit?

Something didn't agree with me.

No kidding, with the shit you eat.

Everything's upside down.

Yes, hello Beni,

yeah, of course...

Cold. Bring some blankets and something to eat.

Don't worry.

I know.

Bye, Beni.

It was Beni.

He worked here summers.

Nights, he showed films.

But they changed owners. And the new guy wanted new films.

They argued and you see...

You know his fits.

And since his brother's a cop.

You won't yell?

I have to make a call.

Phone doesn't work.

You just used it.

Ah, right.

My call?

You crazy? Beni will kill me.

It's not what you imagine.

Hello...

Hi, it's me.

Mom, don't cry.

Of course, I'm fine.

I said...

I've told you a thousand times

not to believe everything you read.

I'm fine, I'm well.

I'm with...friends.

Nothing's wrong.

How are you?

Of course I'll see you.

Tomorrow? Maybe...

You should see me. I'm in the country.

I'm great.

Of course, go.

A big kiss...

Something was burning.

Smells of women. You don't fool me.

What, an orgy?

Whores. The only way you get some.

No, I'm just filming stuff.

Stuff?

And your coke-buying friend? Braulio called me.

Last time, huh, Fats.

He was shouting my name, wanting to score a half-kilo of coke.

I was a hair away,

dickhead,

from staking you out and breaking your jerk face.

And my handcuffs, what? A little S&M stuff with the babes?

You making pornos?

Not with minors?

I'll book you even if you are my brother.

- Death penalty. - Don't be silly, I make films.

Films? With that shitface of yours?

How good-looking you are.

Forty-five...

That's no jive.

Son,

Sixteen. One-Six.

I need one number to fill the row.

Shut up.

You should go to bed. Tomorrow we have to wax the floors.

Don't touch my room.

Your room? Call...

And more about the actress Amanda Castro...

Move, granny.

Tomorrow rumors will vanish with the publication of these photos.

What the fuck...?

Call 'em!

She seems to be enjoying herself on this idyllic beach.

-And her mate... -Fashion...

She has the same bathing suit I wore 20 years ago.

Mom, I can't sleep.

Come.

Come here.

Perfe, don't give her that.

She'll sleep better.

- Your little friend, honey. - Thanks.

A shiver.

Did you know shivers mean your soul wants to dance?

My soul?

I doubt it.

I used to invent these things as a child.

I thought a land existed where people sang and danced all day.

Like in musicals.

I was sure I'd live there someday.

Sit down. I'm deaf in this ear.

- Deaf? - Yes, deaf.

That's not all.

Want a list?

This doll is defective.

Your land would reject me.

I like you as you are...

Of course. You know me so well.

You like beaches in the winter,

dark tobacco,

caviar,

you hate the color green

and you love horses.

You like men to surprise you.

Make no mistake.

Sorry...

I know I'm out of your league.

Don't be so sure. I've been fucked by worse.

But when I do it, I like to have my hands free.

If I free you, you'll run.

You can't have it all.

I'm from the real world.

You should've left me there.

Fatso!

Fatso!

Rebecca, what...? Mom must be looking for you.

- Go home, you'll catch a cold. - Who's there?

Where?

Who's the food for?

What food?

Don't kid me. Dad says I inherited his sixth sense.

It's for the birds, silly. With this cold...

I feed them so they don't starve or feel cold.

- See, it's for the birds. - You're an idiot.

- Let's go and play movies. - I'll go where l want.

The wolves'll devour you.

Anything happens to the kid, you're dead.

That's the way you take care of her, asshole?

She tripped, it's not my fault.

There goes the weekend.

Perfe, the hospital...

Fatso.

I'll stay to close the house.

Come or they'll forget you.

Hope she's OK.

Come on, you can do it.

Trust yourself.

Come.

Get up little by little.

Up.

You're doing it, love.

Laugh it up. The world is a wonderful place.

You see? You're free and you're still here.

Here, I stole this for you.

Help me.

Why don't you stand there? You'll get the fireplace's light.

The other side is your good one.

I don't have a good side.

Where's Carolo?

- Let's shoot... - One second.

What are you doing?

Again. How many is that?

The fifth. Can't get it to come.

It's smoking red.

I've never done sex scenes.

I can't fuck up.

Scene sixty-eight, take 1. And... action.

What's that?

Actor's tricks for sex scenes.

Concentration and motivation.

Got it?

Think I've caught a cold.

The grain, Benito. The texture is fantastic.

It's magic...

It's cinema, damn it.

In video, this would stink.

Video is so that assholes can record their weddings.

I think I have a masterpiece in my hands.

Masterpiece?

That's impossible.

You never know.

This is only my first step.

My next film will be a musical.

Musical? Will you give me a role?

I always dreamt of singing.

"Life Is A Song".

It's a story of a nun who works with terminally ill patients.

Only Amanda can do it.

She cures people with her songs.

It has to be a...

Master? Master?

Don't die now.

You can't die now. We still have a lot of work to do.

We have to go on.

Not now, Master.

Come, please.

Let's finish it.

Like before, you and me.

We'll finish it.

Come, Master.

Master.

You can do it, you and me.

We'll do it together.

We'll be cinema's hottest couple.

And after this hit, there will be more.

Hits? Why does success interest you so much?

You can't take it to bed.

It doesn't hug you at night.

It doesn't keep you company.

Oh, Susan...

I can't hide it anymore.

I have a terrible illness.

The doctors say I have six months to live. Tops.

But I have you, so who cares?

Even though it was only 5 minutes, it was worth it.

I'm lost. Sorry.

This is crap, Carolo.

This is the film's climax

and you recite lines like a parrot.

You're dying. Fuck the world. You're happy.

Get into the role, shit.

I'm trying to.

Trying's not enough.

Write: take 27.

Even if it takes forever.

Maybe she's right: you're the world's worst actor.

Stick to plasticine.

That way you can crush an actor when you tire of him.

Hey, wait.

Forget I was an invalid?

Right. He gets his muse and I get the shaft.

You're jealous...

Know how long you'd last?

Who cares? I'm no actor, I'm nothing.

You can't imagine how people have treated me.

But you take it. This is like a drug.

You come back.

You want more and more.

And then some.

And your biggest fear is they'll never call you again.

You're only interested in finishing so you can leave.

That's what filmmaking is.

This shit is not a film.

It's like all of them.

Come, point your nose at the house.

And we're going to shoot take 27 so that nut is satisfied.

I don't know about you but I have a date with reality.

It may be shit, but it's my shit.

And us?

I mean you and me... and Benito.

She gets excited about people.

It's two years since she stepped outside her house.

Then she stands up and walks.

Final scene is at the beach.

What beach?

One my Dad took me to when I was a kid.

Then I sing my song, remember?

How could I forget?

That's it, slowly.

It's a historical moment.

A miracle. You can walk.

She's left.

Is it you?

I saw you...

Could you sign...?

It's her!

Thanks.

Out of the car.

-Drop that. -It's my picture.

Let's go.

My film.

Carolo, come up.

I have a surprise.

There, you have your picture.

You don't understand.

It's lame.

The picture is lame without its ending.

We have to talk to her.

We're lucky she didn't press charges.

You don't understand.

She returned the movie.

That means she wants this film to last forever.

She doesn't want to see us again.

Maybe.

I don't want any more problems.

That's it.

Can you imagine this picture with its ending?