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Ta-da!

I didn't know what you'd want, so I made all your favorite breakfast foods.

Hey, Bruno.

The last few days for me have been kinda...

- Rough. - Yeah.

How'd it go with Marta?

Fine. Well, all right. Enough, please. Okay?

For fuck's sake.

MARTA FUNERAL HOME

HEY. WHAT'S UP?

HEY HI

Here we go...

Hey, calm down. It's no big deal, you'll see.

Sure, Mom. It is a big deal. Everyone knows that. This is the pre-op protocol.

But if they go through with it, that means it's fine.

If there were a problem, they wouldn't operate.

They don't waste money on lost causes.

They know how to get their money's worth. This is the private system.

This is a public hospital.

- Now it all makes sense. - Hey, are you doing all right?

Me? Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?

Dunno. I must be imagining things. Whatever.

Well, no. Of course I'm not all right. I'm all alone. You never call.

- I call you every day. - Yeah, once a day.

Separation at my age is tough, Raúl.

Mom, you guys got separated seven years ago.

You need to do stuff, go out with your friends.

Oh, no. They're all turning into old ladies.

You know they signed up for Aqua Zumba? Aqua Zumba, Raúl.

- There's nothing wrong with Aqua Zumba. - No, I'm better off at home.

- You always say how bored you are. - But I'm better off at home.

- And you say you're lonely. - Yeah, because you don't call me.

We'd scheduled the operation for Monday.

But it turns out there's a slot on Saturday.

Next Saturday?

- No, no, no. This Saturday. - This Saturday?

Two days from now.

Well, everything will be fine, right? They... They found it in time.

All we can promise is we'll do everything we can

to maximize the possibility of a successful outcome.

He just talked a lot but said nothing.

I think he was pretty clear.

So that's the day after Saint John's Eve.

Yes. Yeah, yeah. This Saturday.

I know. It's not great for me either.

I was planning on sailing to Cadaqués, but what you gonna do?

This Saturday is for you.

This wouldn't happen in the private system.

- Saturday? But that's two days earlier. - Yeah.

And Friday is Saint John's Eve.

Well, then Friday isn't possible.

But, babe, I don't know...

Don't you want to see your friends before the operation?

I don't know. I haven't seen them since you gave them the news.

- Right. - I don't feel like spending my last day...

Everyone's gonna be there.

And I bet it will be fun. They won't overwhelm you.

And I have some little surprises prepared that I think you're gonna like.

Let me do this for you.

Please.

All right.

Okay, then I have to go buy firecrackers because I don't want them to run out.

Think about what you're gonna wear because I'm wearing black.

Don't wear anything too bright, okay?

I'm gonna hop in the shower. I'll see you after work.

I love you so much. So much.

LOVE YOU TO DEATH

It's weird you wanted to come.

What's wrong? Am I not allowed to want to spend the afternoon with my sister,

my college friends?

I mean, I actually haven't seen them in forever.

Right, right.

Don't forget that they were my friends before they became yours.

Well, since you'd never answer when they called, they ended up calling me.

And now they're more my friends than yours.

Well, look what I brought for them.

What?

No.

Yeah, they've got bud in them.

Girl, are you nuts? We can't eat those.

Girl, they're not for us, dummy.

- Ay, ay, ay, ay. - They're for them.

They'll love 'em. You'll see.

Hey, isn't Raúl nice? I liked him a lot.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Super nice.

What's up?

Marta! Marta came!

- What's up? - Hey, how's it going?

- I was so excited to see you. - Me too.

Super Silvi!

How are you? It's so great you're here.

- Of course I'm here. - I thought you were no longer with--

Toni? No. No, no, no. Toni!

- What's up? - Hey, Silvia's husband. Yeah.

How are you?

What about The Brady Bunch? Where are they?

- They're all out there. - Great.

Kids, say hello to our friends.

Hi.

- Let's see! - Hey, kids.

Come.

Lola, Martí, come on, put down your cell phones. Say hello to Marta.

Arnau, leave them alone. Leave them alone.

They're posting very important stuff...

- Yeah. Super important. - ...at the age of five.

Later, cyborgs.

Doesn't it smell great?

What's this? A garden project?

- No, it's our urban garden. Right, Arnau? - Yeah.

We're growing our own vegetables. What do you think?

I can't even get them to stay fresh in the fridge.

- We have a vegetable garden too. - Yeah?

And our tomatoes and zucchini are ripe. We could have the party whenever.

When the veggies in both of our patches are ripe, we have The Vegetable Party.

She came up with the name.

Hey, check this out. The roof is covered in solar panels.

- Really? - Everything runs on renewable energy.

Well, we gotta think about the future.

We don't have solar panels.

We don't? Well, then I'll get right on it this weekend, won't I?

You've never been here before, right, Marta?

We've lived here for almost three years.

Yeah, and we've had some crazy parties here... Man, oh, man.

And almost all of them had veggies.

But Marta always threw the best parties, right?

Yeah, that's true.

We used to roll some serious J's back in the day.

Toni smoked all of them.

- That's possible. - Wow, those were the days, right?

Well, to take a walk down memory lane, I brought you some...

- What? - Some cookies.

Yeah.

- Are you serious? - Look, look, look at this.

- Seriously? - I'm serious, I brought you--

Hold on. I brought the homemade hummus that I know you all love.

I cut up some carrots...

Sure, leave it over there. Wherever you want.

Great.

Try one. I don't know.

No guarantees. Try one.

Hey, look. Boom!

Great, it's starting.

Now it's our turn. Come on. We have everything ready inside.

We spent a ton of money on firecrackers.

No. I'd rather not.

Come on, right? It's Saint John's Eve.

- I know... - "I know" what?

There are already plenty of firecrackers...

But I brought smaller ones for the kids. Don't worry.

That won't work either. It won't. Because of Carlota.

Your daughter?

Carlota, my baby. She's over there. Look. You see her?

She's so cute. With her little headphones.

She has hyperacusis.

And what's hyperacusis?

Hyperacusis means you're super sensitive to noise. It makes her miserable.

Okay. Never mind then.

That's why we put those little headphones on her.

Other dogs, they love loud noises, but not her.

She can't stand them. That's why she looks like a DJ.

- The vet recommended it. - It's true.

Okay, never mind.

Okay, gentlemen. This is an exercise in team building.

That is, the building where teams are built, right?

We imported this idea from the US.

And this is called "fountain of fire," okay?

So, Saint John's with Georgina, right?

Yeah. With Georgina, with our friends...

I'm not gonna spend all day bitter at home.

I can't get all negative, right?

They pushed the operation forward two days?

We're all gonna die anyway.

Here we go. You're not gonna die. Stop with that, okay?

Look, I think how you're handling all this is fine.

I'm gonna tell you the truth.

You're entering the bargaining phase of your illness.

You know what's next? Depression. That's fine, man.

"Bargaining phase of your illness."

What are you talking about? Dude, this... I just know that it is what it is.

You don't have to accept everything.

If you don't want to celebrate Saint John's, don't.

You can decide who you want to spend your time with.

I am deciding.

I wanna spend time with my friends, my girlfriend, Georgina.

What about Marta?

Marta...

I haven't seen her since she came here.

Things went sideways, and, honestly, that was never going to work.

You know?

Fuck! Fuck, his arm! His fucking arm is on fire!

He burned himself. I told you... He burned himself.

- Someone put it out! - I'm burning!

What is going on here, Raúl?

I don't know, man. They're like this all the time.

Fuck! All right. Stop.

- Look, look. - Sweetie.

Did you go pee-pee, sweetie?

Baby girl.

Look, there's nothing like a little practice.

No.

No.

You're so pretty. Look how pretty you are.

- Spin her around. - Sorry.

Well, okay. Let's switch things up.

Let's go to Auntie Marta.

Me? No, no. I'm doing fine with my glass of water.

I'll hold your glass. Go on. Do it. Try it.

Okay.

Hey, sweetie pie. Hello, cutie. Hi.

Hold on. Okay, okay. All right. All right. Great.

- Would you look at that? - And it suits her.

Hey, what do y'all think?

- Great, eh? Great. - What can I say? I'm irresistible.

Hold on, hold on, hold on. Let's see.

No, no, no. Hold on. Again?

Okay, we got your little joke. Enough.

Maybe she'll stop screaming.

Come to Uncle Toni.

- Come to Uncle Toni. Sweetheart. - Don't cry, okay?

No, No. Cry quietly because the dog has hyperplastia.

- Carlota has hyperacusis. - That's it.

No, no, no.

By the way, that painting over there, what is it? A tree?

No, that's my placenta.

It's a one-of-a-kind piece. It keeps me connected to life.

Once the baby comes out, they show you the placenta and ask,

"What do you want to do with it?

Make a print, turn it into pills, or eat it like a steak?"

And, well, I said, "Well, let's make a print."

Plus, it's a good reminder, right?

Look what you can do. Before. After.

Before. After.

- Toni, please. That's enough. - Stop.

She liked it. She really did.

Okay, now, when Raúl gets here, be chill, okay?

Don't bring it up over and over again. Let's act normal, chill. Okay?

He should feel safe. He should feel comfortable. Okay?

- Right, comfortable. - Okay? Understood?

- We can do that. - Yeah.

Héctor, don't go all sad on me. Don't be a downer. I'm watching you.

Edu, dude, well, I'm a HSP.

- What's a HSP? - Highly Sensitive Person.

Well, then keep it together.

Is he high already?

David. David, are you all right?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Just processing.

Okay, fine. Process, but here. Stay with me, okay?

Okay, all right. They're coming over.

Don't all turn at the same time. Let's pretend we haven't been waiting.

Hey there!

How's everybody doing?

Hey.

Hey, what-what's up?

I'm sorry. I can't.

Good. No. Don't keep it bottled up.

Yeah, let it out. That's it.

No, no. Don't worry about him.

Raúl, dude. What a nightmare, dude.

What's up?

- But don't worry. Love conquers all. - Yeah, yeah.

Are you already rolling, David?

Yeah, but don't worry. Love conquers all.

No. Don't touch me.

All right. David. Stop, David. David, stop, stop, stop.

Dude, I'm so sorry. I mean...

- Thanks. - That's horrible, scary news...

- Yeah, yeah. - ...and...

- But guess what? - What?

- Guess what? - Guess what?

We signed a mortgage!

Congratulations.

- We can't believe it. Right, babe? - We can't believe it. No.

- Thirty-year term. - Thirty!

- Wow. - Like, a whole lifetime.

Yeah, I mean. We never thought we'd live to see the day that...

- Sorry. That was messed up. Sorry. - Yeah.

What did I say? I have no idea. What the hell did I say?

Look, if you want, you can put your stuff down on the pile we made over there.

Perfect. Gerard's always taking care of everyone else.

Honey, give me the bag. I'll put it down over there.

Okay, people. Let's get organized. I need everyone to be ready now.

Tonight will be a night to remember, okay?

- Okay! - Perfect.

Can we chat for a sec, Raúl?

- Yes, of course. - First, stay strong, okay?

But, look, the thing is, tonight, I'm going to ask Edu to marry me.

Tonight. Here, today. Yeah.

- Thanks. - Today, yes.

Yes.

- Really? - Yes. I have it all planned out. Look.

Damn.

I'm gonna put the ring in a glass of cava.

Then, when I get down on one knee,

David will shoot off some fireworks.

Can you please stop touching people?

And then we'll blast our song on the beach.

- What do you think? - Holy shit.

No, don't touch me. Sit down. I mean, why are you rolling already?

Okay, so you'll put a ring in the glass,

get down on one knee, and David will set off the fireworks.

I don't know, do you think now's the time to propose in front of everyone?

- You don't think so? - I don't know.

No, no. What do you think? I know he really values your opinion.

I don't know. Past Raúl would have said this is a bit too soon, but now, yeah.

You got to live life. Live life.

Do it. For sure.

Sorry. I touched you a lot.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go for it, man.

Raúl. Raúl.

- Yeah? - Okay, I'm done.

- Yeah. - I'm done. I got it all out. I'm sorry.

What's up? How are you, man?

Well, things have been kind of rough, but you know.

Hey!

Hey, just kidding. Come on. Come with me. Come on.

Now it's time for another little surprise. Everyone take a pen.

Okay, and a little piece of paper.

We're each gonna write down everything bad that happened this year.

Okay? That way we can burn all the bad, right?

To make room for all the good.

Sound good? Okay, get to writing.

- All right. - No cheating, okay?

Please take this seriously. It's important.

This one's incredible. Look, look, look, look.

Wow.

See? She was asleep in this one.

And you're gonna love this one. It's from Halloween.

See? That was tricky.

Remember, Toni, how hard it was to get that costume on her?

- But it was worth it, don't you think? - Yeah. Adorable.

Mom, I don't feel so good.

- Yes, baby? What's wrong? - I don't know.

You've had a lot of sugar, haven't you? Lots of candy.

Okay, well, we'll say bye to our friends now and go home. Sound good?

- We'll go. Really. - Okay.

Hey, what the fuck?

No, I'm gonna get some beers. Have a beer or something, come on.

Yeah, me too. My mouth is dry.

But a quick one.

- How many? - Make it four.

- Hey. - What?

You're a bunch of punks, you know that?

You ate all the cookies. There are only two left.

What cookies? What?

There are two left.

- But who ate the cookies? - There's marijuana in them, you know?

Zoe, sweetie. Sweetie, what's wrong, baby? Are you okay?

Did you have many? Did you have many cookies?

No. God. It's all right. Get it all out.

Is she okay? Are you okay, sweetie?

You need to find Carlota. We don't know if she had marijuana.

But who the fuck cares...

Why are you gagging?

Because you wiped her vomit all over my face.

- She's your daughter. - So what if she's my daughter?

It smells like adult vomit.

Sweetie, stay with Daddy. I'm gonna go find the dog, okay?

- Carlota? Carlota, baby. - Lola. Lola, Lola.

Honey, how many fingers am I holding up? How many do you see?

- Great fucking idea, Marta. - No, no, no.

I gave them to Arnau.

- What did you say? - You heard me, Arnau.

- You knew this, Arnau? - What do you think?

- I thought she was joking. Fuck. - You're full of shit, Arnau.

Does anybody know what happens when a dog eats marijuana?

- How would I know? - Ask Siri.

Okay.

What the fuck could possibly be in weed cookies?

Siri, what happens when a dog eats marijuana?

- You heard me. - Hey, Siri...

Can you please shut up? Siri can't hear me.

- Fine. - Hey, Siri.

What happens when a do...

What happens when a dog eats...

Please stop, sweetheart.

- Fuck. - What happens when a dog eats marijuana?

- I'm sorry. I didn't get that. - You don't enunciate.

It can't hear me. Is anyone surprised?

Un-fucking-believable, Marta. With your fucking walk down memory lane.

Arnau, shut up and call an ambulance. Enough.

Call a veterinarian.

- All right. - And you call the police.

Sure, I'll call the PAW Patrol.

Who the fuck would bring weed cookies to a party with kids?

And dogs.

Says the guy who, two months ago,

was bumping fat rails in the bathroom at the club.

- What are you talking about? - You told me you quit.

Hold on, sweetie. Is this the ER?

Yeah, I'm just calling to let you know we drugged some kids.

And a dog too.

- Female. - Female.

Would you shut up about the dog? Your daughter's about to pass out. Plea...

- Stop doing that. - I want firecrackers.

Hey, how about fewer solar panels and more babysitters?

- Fuck! - What's going on?

- What now? - The solar panels.

- It hasn't really been sunny lately. - Fuck.

But don't worry. I'll turn on the generator. Nobody panic.

Okay and now this is key. Deep breath.

Make room for the good stuff, okay?

Speaking of the good stuff, I just bought this great bottle of cava.

Listen.

So, thank you, Gina, for organizing this.

I'm sorry that I've been super MIA the past few days.

There. Face your problems head-on. That's my boy.

- That's to be expected, Raúl. - Yes, to be expected. Hey.

Let's have a toast to the expected. What do you say?

What are they gonna do to you? A heart transplant?

He's already told you three times, babe. Three times.

Well, they'll remove the malignant tissue.

So, they crack open your sternum and then they cut that out.

Look, look. All I'm trying to say is out with all the bad, okay?

And in with the good.

- Yes. - Wow, well said.

- No, no. - Well, and if all goes well,

we could go on that trip to Amsterdam that we talked about, right?

Or-Or to Berlin.

- Berlin's cool. Yeah. - Yeah.

- I'd love to go to Berlin. - Berlin is dope.

- Now's a good time of year to go. - I think that'd be better than Amsterdam.

- Guys. - Yeah, right?

- What's up? - I can't lie to you.

What's the matter?

We actually went to Amsterdam without you.

This guy's an idiot. An idiot.

What?

- And we had an awesome time. - Well, yeah, we really did.

You all went to Amsterdam without me?

Well, I didn't go.

- We got so high that we even got tattoos. - Okay...

Look. Everyone show him.

It was kind of... kind of last-minute, yeah. We found these cheap flights.

- It-It was super improvised. Right? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- I'm sorry, babe. - Okay.

It's fine. It's all good.

Today is about having a good time. These things happen.

Okay. Is there anything else I don't know?

Like, if I'm going to die, is there anything else you guys want to tell me?

Yes! Before we die, I propose we try this cava.

Enough with the cava. You're not going to die, okay?

Who do you think we are? I mean, we're your friends.

We don't hide things from you, okay?

Well, I-I did.

I kept your Blu-ray of Little Shop of Horrors.

I told you that I lost it but I actually kept it.

No, I'm sorry.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's fine. It's all good.

Anything else?

- No? - Help me, David.

- No, no, no. - Are you sure?

I'm sure. I mean, I...

Well, okay then...

Gerard, if you want, let's have a toast. Break out the cava.

Come on. You're dying to.

When we broke up, I started seeing someone.

Holy shit!

- What? - Wow.

Raúl.

It was obvious.

No big deal, but I knew it.

Damn!

I-I didn't know you had cancer, okay?

Well, that's a relief. That would've been a dick move, right? Breaking up with him,

knowing he had cancer. I don't know. Just saying.

I just said I didn't know. What about you? You're still on Tinder.

- Hey, hey, hey. - What?

But we signed a mortgage.

It's all good. Really.

No, no, no, it's not all good, Raúl.

No... Of course it's not all good.

- How many people have you met on Tinder? - Well, what do you mean by "met"?

- What's wrong? - Nothing's wrong. We were broken up.

Well, we were in the process.

This fucking broad.

Raúl. We weren't in a good place. You know that.

But I mean, honestly, just the thought of losing you makes...

So you got back with him out of pity?

No, I did it to be with him, to spend time with him.

Well, maybe he didn't want to spend time with you. So, yeah, let that sink in.

Well, who else would he want to spend time with?

They say anything about an ambulance?

Fuck the ambulance. Enough with the ambulance. The dog weighs three grams.

Think about your daughter. There aren't ambulances for dogs.

Yes, there are ambulances for dogs. And she weighs ten kilos, not three grams.

You've known Carlota for years. We'll take your car.

No. We can't go in my car.

- Why not? - Because...

- Why not? - Because I--

Because I also ate the weed cookies.

- Fuck me. - Are you high?

Jesus Christ.

Yeah, I honestly am.

- Go on, tell her. - Tell her what?

Now that we're being honest, face the problem. Go on.

What's with you and facing problems, man?

- See? That's what I like to see. - Tell me what?

Tell me what?

I've also been seeing someone.

What?

I'm not proud of it, okay?

- No, no, I... - I'm a liar. I'm a liar.

And I lie because I'm unhappy.

That's why I lie. I can't take it anymore.

- I can't take it anymore. - Then go see a shrink.

I can't take it anymore.

Chill out, people. I'll give us some light.

I need a drink.

I'm... I think I'm gonna pass out. I mean...

No. No, no, no. No, not that one! No, no!

- No, Martí! No, no. Martí! - No, no, no!

No. No.

I can't breathe.

- No, Martí, no. No. No. - Martí, no.

She's choking!

She's gonna choke to death! She's choking. Hit her on the back.

Hit her on the back. Cough up the ring.

On the back. On the back. Cough up the ring. Cough it up.

Cough it up now. Cough it up. That's it. That's it.

No, not my placenta!

Carlota.

I want a divorce.

- What? - Come on, we could see that coming.

- You've stayed together out of inertia. - What's the matter with you, girl?

Marta, are you really gonna fuck up my night even more

- after you got my daughter high? - Our daughters. Plural.

The dog isn't your daughter!

I'm laughing, but, honestly, I'm really sad.

You're still here, Marta?

Well, I'm calling a cab.

Hey, what's going on? Did they kick you out, too?

Why would they kick me out? No, they just started shitting on you.

I honestly really enjoyed that. And they were totally right about everything.

But you're my sister, so fuck them.

They grow their own lettuce. I mean, what are they? A cult or something?

And what about the placenta?

- No, no, please. - Excuse me?

That was...

What are you doing?

I was going to hug you.

- Well, you scared me. Sorry. - Well, I mean...

Okay, okay. Can I...

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Yeah, really?

- Can I... Okay. - Fine, fine.

Ana, you know

I'm no better than you.

- You know that, right? - What?

- Like, why would you say that right now? - Because it's true.

Because I want you to know that I really mean it.

- Okay. - Because, sometimes...

it looks like you suffer.

- I suffer? - You're jealous of me. Of me.

- I'm jealous of you? - Of me. Yeah.

Okay, okay. I mean, I just left a party for you,

- but it turns out I'm jealous of you. - Hold on, turn down the hormones.

Don't tell me to turn down my hormones, got it?

Fine, sorry. I'm trying... I'm trying to say something nice to you.

Well, could you say something nice about how gorgeous I look?

- You look gorgeous. - How I haven't gained

that much weight? How perfect my skin is?

Could you say something nice like an older sister? Not this condescending

"I'm no better than you" bullshit?

- I know. Thank you very much. - Fine. I'm sorry.

Make me a list of compliments I can give you,

- just so I know where we're at. - You're clueless. Clueless.

You think everyone else is insecure, but it's really you.

But "who cares?" You don't give a shit about anything. Well, good for you.

Ana, that's my cab.

I imagine my voice is the last thing you want to hear right now

after what happened the other day.

But I needed to text you.

How are you? How's your Saint John's Eve going?

I'm, well... I'm out with some friends and...

Look, Marta, I want to see you.

Tonight, yesterday and today.

And tomorrow. That's all I want. So do you want to get together?

Even if it's just so I can tell you about my breakup?

I don't know, it'll give you something to laugh about.

I can't stop thinking about you.

There! I said it.

Hey.

Just so you know, I listened to your message at 1.5 speed.

Well, it was hard for me to say all that...

So? Wild night, huh?

Yeah.

Are you okay?

Well...

You know what I had to do tonight?

Is it any worse than being around high and pyromaniacal children?

No.

It wasn't bad, but no. No.

I had to write down all the bad stuff in my life that I wanted to let go of.

Oof.

I would've written around 37 pages, you know?

Well, I left it blank.

Yeah.

I was incapable of writing something bad that I wanted to throw into the fire.

Because the truth is,

I like my life.

I don't know. Some people might think my life is shitty, monotonous, boring.

But I like it.

Wanna go for a swim?

No way.

- Why not? - There's no way I'm getting in the water.

I'll never understand these nutjobs that can go swimming this early...

Hey, hey! Don't be disrespectful.

There's nothing good about that idea.

I disagree.

- Fine. - I think

it's an experience you have to try.

I don't want to swim.

No, I know. That's why I like you.

Sorry, okay? I don't know if you were expecting me to say it back or...

No.

I mean, you don't have to say anything.

It's not that I don't want to, you know? You just caught me off guard, and-and...

Well, since I didn't say it back... I mean, you must think maybe...

Raúl, chill out. I'm not expecting you to say anything, okay?

I mean, it's not like I said I want to marry you or that...

or that I love you.

Okay, okay, okay.

I didn't say anything.

But now you did. I mean...

I didn't say anything, Raúl. I don't love you, okay?

- Okay, okay. - Don't freak out.

- I don't love you either. - Okay, great.

- Okay, fine. - Fantastic.

Marta, girl, come join us. This fucking blows without you.

Look, we have a tattoo artist. Careful, careful, careful.

Look, "Nano."

Nano is my name.

Nano.

She got it tattooed on her arm. I told her I was gonna give her a raise.

Come over.

I should probably go, right?

They'll burn down the office.

For sure. Yeah, yeah.

Well, all right then. Okay.

You good?

Yeah, yeah. All good, all good.

Okay.

Talking did me some good.

Yeah. Me too.

Bye.

BEING BY YOUR SIDE

LENDING A HAND

LIVING WITH CANCER

Hey! Hey! What are you doing?

What are you doing with my books? This is my private space.

You just waltzed into my room. Get out of here.

Why'd you sneak in here like that? What are you, nuts?

Are you trying to kill me, fucking piece of shit?

- Get out. Get out of here. - Yeah, yeah.

You almost gave me a heart attack, man.

- Hey. - Hey.

Everything all right? I heard some...

Yeah, yeah. Edu.

- How are you? - Fine. Fine.

Right.

Raúl...

What?

I'm so sorry about everything.

About what happened today.

I just want to be by your side and to help you and to be with you

and for you not to go through this alone. And I swear that I'm so sorry.

I don't want...

What?

I don't want to die.

No, no, Raúl. You're not going to die.

- I don't want to die. - No, Raúl, listen to me.

- That's not gonna happen. - I don't want...

You're not gonna die.

I don't want to die.

- Raúl, Raúl, no. - I don't want to die.

That's not... That's not going to happen. That's...

I know.