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He who destroys their self-love dies slowly,

who does not allow himself to be helped.

He who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, dies slowly.

Let's try and avoid death in small doses,

reminding oneself that being alive,

requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

My sister...

took a full two years...

to die.

Marta was one of a kind, she was...

proud.

Cancer didn't give her a quick death.

But my sister didn't go slowly.

Don't sweat it.

If they let you go, shoot me your resume.

Don't say a word, Luis, just don't!

I need a partner here.

Alright, let's go!

Sorry.

What's going on?

Marcos, I just got off the phone.

Everyone already knows.

What do they know?

We're not for games here.

How's your French?

My French is a bit rusty.

I don't get it, what's going on?

We're nominated for the Lions Award! We're going to Cannes!

No way!

And we owe it all to you and that brain with two right sides.

They're dying for us to go. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about.

They're gonna give us the prize, they're giving it to us.

Let's go!

Plus, the gala's on your birthday.

What better gift could there be?

- Are those squid? Calamarines? - When are you gonna quit smoking?

I'll quit smoking if you quit eating chocolate.

- Never. - Never?

- Eating squid, maybe. - Squid, really?

I want to make a toast.

- I've got some great news... - Me too!

Well, let me tell you this...

You are so impatience.

Happy Birthday.

LET'S GO TO PUNTA CANA JUNE 16-26

- But my birthday's over a month away. - I know...

But I couldn't wait to give it to you, I had to do it now.

Honey...

You can take ten days off work.

We've been talking for ages about taking this trip together.

The two of us, on the beach, eating some lovely food.

I really want to go.

Me too.

Does it have to be that week?

I've asked for those days off at the museum.

I'm super excited about it.

I'll talk to my boss, I'm sure I can sort it out.

Babe, again?

Has your brother seen you lately?

I'm going next week.

It's fine.

I really miss her.

I only remember her face since she was sick.

You need to remember her like this.

Happy, dancing,

just like your sister always was.

I love you.

I love you so much.

It's been a while since you came by the office.

Did you do any renovations, remodelling, or anything?

No, but there are new staff who don't know you yet.

You know I love showing off my handsome little brother.

I'm retired now, don't mess with me.

Have you had your checkups this year?

Of course.

What year is it, again?

Come on, silly. When was the last time you had a checkup?

Did you talk to Lucía?

It doesn't matter, I just want to know...

I know, she worries about everything.

I'm just a bit stressed, that's all.

Yeah, it shows on your face, you know?

Yeah, you look tired, and I think you've lost a few pounds.

I'm running, training.

It'd be good for you too, buddy, to get moving a bit.

Lucía mentioned a couple of meals that didn't sit well on you.

Yeah, a couple of meals, it's not a big deal.

So, you're coming to my office tomorrow, right?

Sure.

Can I toast to your daughter, my goddaughter?

Absolutely.

To her happiness.

You're proud she's following in your footsteps.

And you're jealous she didn't go into medicine.

Me, jealous? No way, not at all.

Yeah, I would've liked her to study medicine.

Let's say it's a more serious career...

Are you saying mine's not good?

Just because I don't wear a white coat?

I didn't say that at all.

What?

What are you doing here?

Yes.

- No way. - Yes.

- Honey. - Are you stalking us?

No, of course not.

Meeting you both is the last thing we want.

Hey.

So, should we just stay here?

Hey, listen.

Come on, quit being so sappy.

At least learn how to properly dance tango.

- It's fun, right? - It's our tango, smartass.

The Madrid tango.

I lost my accent, sure, but he's the one saying 'mogollón'.

It's one thing to pick up terms, and another to lose your identity.

- You never lose it. - Never, no.

- Look at how you crawled! - Right.

Then he dropped his notebook, and when he bent down to grab it,

his glasses fell off too.

I mean, that was so funny.

He was so nervous, it was kind of cute.

Well, it doesn't matter, the point is the Dominican is here.

Bravo!

She says she doesn't talk like that anymore.

She lost her accent, her identity, everything...

'Mogollón'.

So, how did you get Lucía to fall for you?

I introduced them...

I remember when your brother showed up...

I was at the museum, explaining a painting by El Greco to some tourists,

and then your brother shows up like a little gift.

All handsome.

That's cheesier than the paintings you did when we were kids.

- What's up, you don't dig his art? - Me? I'm her biggest fan.

The thing is, no painting can match her beauty.

- Wow! - How sweet...

- That was... - You went overboard.

In Uruguay, for less than that, they'll kick you out.

'Mogollón'.

- Nah, just messing around. - Really? You're not jealous?

You know me, I have many flaws, but jealousy isn't one.

You wouldn't really mind...

if I took this hunk of a guy home one day?

Take him home, I don't care. I'll just chill here.

Honestly, I'm certainly not starving here.

Alright, your place or mine?

Whatever you prefer, just make sure you put me under police protection.

- Alright, stop now, 'mogollón'. - What? Why 'mogollón'?

- Let's chill, this is going south. - No...

We're in the 21st century, we can be open-minded and free,

and have a blast in our bed.

- Sure, but you wash the sheets. - What are doing?

If you can handle the situation, do whatever you want.

- Really? - Yeah...

Hey, what if we are really careless? And then, you know...

a miracle happens, and you get to score a goal like it's all yours?

Well...

I'm gonna step out for a smoke.

I'll go with him.

What the hell are you watching?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I was a little drunk.

I was drunk.

When I drink, I get pretty clumsy.

- Super clumsy. - Yeah, like really clumsy.

Can you forgive me?

- No. - Come on, on three...

Can you forgive me?

Can you forgive me? Can you forgive me?

I'm not going to Cannes.

- Is this a joke, right? - No, it's not a joke, sorry.

- Can I ask why? - Because...

I have better plans.

And what is that plan?

I'm going to celebrate my birthday with my wife in Punta Cana.

With your wife.

- I understand, I would do the same. - What?

You would skip Cannes to go on vacation with your wife?

No, I would skip Cannes to go with yours.

You're such a jerk.

Don't worry Marcos, everything is going to be fine.

We couldn't let you know earlier, it all happened so fast.

They had to undergo an emergency surgery.

The tumour has been removed, now we must wait for the results.

Everything will be fine Lucía, you'll see.

I'll let you know when he wakes up so you can get into the room.

Okay?

- I'm leaving. - Okay.

Honey.

Babe, hello.

- Hey. - Hi.

Hello.

- How are you? - Good...

It's like I've gotten a tumour out of me.

I hate you.

You look handsome in these pyjamas.

- Sure. - Yes.

Here, they operate you first and then they humiliate you.

- 'La Celeste'! - Come on, 'la Celeste'!

Hello darling, well, he is in bed now.

He looks ok.

But honestly, I see him a little...

a little low... bye now. Hello!

Sorry I couldn't get here earlier.

- How is he doing? - Well, he seems fine, but...

They did a biopsy.

And...

now we just have to wait to see what they say.

What about you?

I don't know, I really don't know how I'm feeling. It's like...

Everything feels like 'deja vu'.

I know you, listen to me...

Hello! It's me... How's it going?

Hey, man.

Did you bring the sax to cheer things up a bit?

It's better than I expected.

Well, promise me you'll be fine for the concert.

Did you change the repertoire or is it the same? I know it by heart.

- He's funny, isn't he? - He tries.

I gotta take care of something, I'll be right back, okay?

- So, how's this patient doing? - Feeling better.

Better?

And?

Any news?

Yes, yes.

The biopsy results are coming in, and, well...

everything points that it is benign.

So, for now, there's nothing to worry about.

That's great.

Babe!

Thank you.

Of course.

Thanks 'doc'.

- I said thank you, brother. - Yes, I heard you.

- Are you aware, Marcos? - Yes, we already talked about it.

Doc, I have a question for you.

Which gown is uglier, this one, or the post-operative one?

This one.

They're both light blue, which is what you wanted, right?

How much time do I have left?

No, see... I don't know, I can't tell you that.

- But how much? - No, I just can't tell for sure.

One hour? One year? Take the risk, you coward.

Two months...

Six...

We don't know.

Listen, about Lucia...

Let me tell her.

Marcos...

And not a word to Susana.

Okey?

Sure.

Come on.

BUT IN THAT MOMENT, THE MOON APPEARED.

- So, do they have to toast or not? - Let's toast.

Damn, what do I know?

I HAD TO LEAVE EARLY, BABE

Here, the Virgin is hyped. She is receiving the news from the Archangel.

And as a sign of respect, he crosses his arms over his chest.

There's a burst of glory, and the angels unite in Heaven.

Lucia...

Yes?

Nothing, I was just gonna say something dumb.

Well, brother...

Things got complicated.

In the last two weeks the tumour has almost doubled in size.

I'm going to call the oncologist because we need to start chemo now.

And for what?

If it is irreversible.

- Have you told Lucia? Does she know? - It's all on me.

We could have detected the cancer in time, but no...

Lucía told me, you told me, how stupid.

Brother, I don't meddle in your life, but you're making a mistake here.

Tell your wife.

She still hasn't gotten over her sister,

can't go through this again.

This would crush her.

I get the easy part, I just vanish.

- And what does she have left? - She deserves to know.

- To know and to choose. - Don't be ridiculous...

She has nothing left.

Well, yeah, just the memory of the person she loves who's fading away.

Physically and mentally. And that will stay with her.

No, Lucia can't go through this again.

What do you want? You're gonna lose her. Is that what you want?

She loves you, man.

The fair thing would be for her to stop loving me.

Why the sigh?

- You don't need to sort my clothes. - I don't mind.

But I do mind.

What's the matter?

You got something to say?

And you?

If you wanna say something, say it, but enough with this guilt trip.

Guilt?

Babe, you're never here, I eat alone, you don't come home to sleep.

I don't get it at all.

I don't...

What's going on? If something's up, let me know.

Just explain it to me.

If there is something I can do for you, please tell me.

You're being ridiculous, Lucia.

Wow...

I have to deal with your bad days and rough patches.

I move two centimetres away from you and you throw this jealousy scene?

- It's not jealousy! - Then what is it?!

You need all the attention, the whole world focused on you.

Your clinginess just makes me feel sorry for you.

Right...

It's here.

Marcos Tremmer, he is up next.

Thank you.

Wait, no, come on, don't chicken out now.

- We're already here. - Yes.

We're here.

If you see this treatment isn't working, let me know so I can go.

- Go? - Yes, go away.

Travel? Where to? Why?

For Lucia?

- This is not for me, I do it for her. - Yes, we've already talked about that.

We're here now, it's not time to turn back, ok? I need you to trust me.

I won't do anything you don't agree with.

So... okey?

- A quick coffee before... - Come on, go.

On time.

I was looking at you...

you look like you stepped out of an impressionist painting in this light.

What's happening?

You only smoke when something's up.

Right.

It's about Marcos.

What happened?

- Is he ok? He recovered, right? - Yeah.

Yes, he's good.

I don't know, it's just...

He's acting strange.

He's different now, he looks at me differently.

He's being really harsh with me.

What are you talking about?

And look...

I'm not one of those who complains a lot.

I'm expecting anything at this point.

Like what?

- Like he might have met someone. - That's nonsense.

You know, if you Google 'man in love', Marcos's face pops up.

Hey, that freaked him out big time, alright?

Give him some time.

Why am I even smoking?

- No fucking idea. - Same here.

- This shit won't cheer you up. - Doesn't even hit me.

- Hey! - Hello!

- How's it going, Abelardo? - Doing fine, you?

You get up earlier every day, Catalina.

I found out I have an expiration date coming up, so I've stopped sleeping.

I'm just staying awake until I'm gone.

- How are you Abelardo, any news? - Oh, all kinds.

Any weddings? Any funerals?

Any heartbroken lovers? Any stabbings? Any shootings?

- A bit of everything. - Really?

- And it's all fascinating. - Well, now you have to tell me.

Here you go, your favourite.

Thank you so much, you knew I came here for the ice cream.

How's Marcos doing?

He's doing fine, same as always. I mean, in Madrid...

always working, always busy.

Say hi for me.

Do you think he'll remember me?

Hey Mom.

Hey Marcos, how's it going?

I'm good, really good, what's up?

No, nothing's up Marcos.

Nothing happen? Then why are you calling?

What's going on? Please tell me.

Mom, listen, I'm swamped with work. Need something? Just tell me.

No, I just wanted to say that Abelardo asked about you.

- Marcos, how's that going? - Good, really good.

- You know it's due today, right? - Yeah, sure.

Mom, I can't remember who Abelardo is.

I don't know, send him a kiss and a hug from me. Can I call you later?

Sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Wait, mom... damn!

Cheer up that face.

When has Marcos ever missed a concert?

I just don't get what's wrong.

The 40s crisis. They get stupid.

No dear, not you, you've moved past that.

I don't know.

Lucia, what he said last week is just not okay.

He's the one who is pitiful.

Marcos?

- Marcos, over here! - Hey!

Marcos Tremmer on the subway with the rabble.

What are you doing here?

Why didn't you make it to the concert?

I missed it. My apologies.

It's all good.

You're such a goof.

Hey, Marcos.

- Don't be a jerk, come on. - That dude is totally wasted.

Hey, Marcos, stop! You're going to fall, man!

What are you doing, man?

Bro, you're making Lucia worry.

Do you need people to worry to be happy? What are you talking about?

What the fuck are you saying?

You're not treating your wife right, and she deserves better.

What do you know?

What do you know about my life? Idiot!

You have no clue what I'm going through.

Relax, okay?

You piece of shit!

- What the fuck, man? - You know what?

Shove that sax up your ass!

You're going too far, man.

- You are being a complete asshole. - What are you laughing at?

- Guys, let him be, let him be. - What?

Marcos!

Marcos!

- Calm down, calm down! - Hey! No!

Marcos!

Yes?

Yes, it's me.

Alright... good.

Honey!

- Hey! - Hi!

They called me to...

to exhibit at the Deboth Foundation.

Honey...

- Honey! - Yeah, congrats, that's awesome!

And the painting?

- I have a surprise for you. - What is it?

I sold it.

You did what?

Check this out.

People bid on artworks, I got 750 euros for it.

I can't believe you.

I can't believe it too. 750 euros?

You're out of your mind.

No, the guy who bought it is the crazy one, not me.

Son of a bitch.

Come on, Lucia, don't be so offended.

I did it for you.

If you want, I can call him and ask for the painting back, no problem.

You can shove it up your ass.

Lucia.

I've got some bad news.

Well, it could actually be good news.

My last campaign got selected at Cannes.

The thing is, it's on my birthday, so I can't go to Punta Cana.

That's it.

Okay.

Okay?

- Something wrong? - No...

That sounds perfect.

You could be happy, right?

It's a big professional win for me, it's really important, an award.

Yeah, of course.

Congratulations.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna check if they can still change our tickets. I'll try.

And why not use it?

- I mean, invite someone, a friend... - Good!

Tell me, what's up with your brother.

How come?

What's going on?

Please.

No, I don't know, Lucia.

Is he seeing someone? Tell me.

So?

I honestly don't know what you want me to say...

Don't lie to me.

He treats me differently, he seems like a whole different person.

- Is he okay? - Yeah, he's fine.

What if the cancer came back?

- The tumour might have returned. - No, no.

No, we're running tests, we're monitoring him.

Everything suggests it's going well.

Lucia...

People change, okay?

Marcos had an accident, he nearly died.

And then he recovered.

But it's possible that...

perhaps he has rethought his priorities.

It's your call.

It's your decision.

What I'm saying is...

Do what you need to do.

Marcos, the chemotherapy isn't working like we hoped.

We're hopeful that a stronger combination will help.

It's not going to be easy, we know that.

But you're strong, and you're not alone.

Are you ok?

You know what? I've had enough, I can't do this anymore.

I don't want any more poison, I just want to...

spend my remaining time in peace. I can't take it anymore, man.

Marcos...

- Marcos! - That's it.

I promised you, I tried, it just didn't work, that's enough.

Besides, Lucia would find out if I increase the chemo.

It's my life, I hope you can respect my choice.

Yeah, but there are alternatives to chemotherapy.

There's immunotherapy, hormonal therapy... they're less harsh.

And they won't make you lose your hair, so you won't go bald.

Just promise us you'll at least think about it.

This is the last favour I'll ask of you.

Wait a couple of years, when Lucia gets her life back, give it to her.

With this letter she will understand everything.

Lucia deserves to be happy, I don't want her to be my end-of-life buddy.

There's nothing unworthy about illness, you know?

Ultimately, it would be her choice, Marcos, her call.

If you ever mention this to Lucia...

I would never forgive you.

I don't know, Marcos...

I think it's a compromise I can afford.

Listen to me.

You already owe me one.

No way you're gonna bring up Uruguay, saying I abandoned you.

You left me with a bastard of a father and a mother who didn't know better.

I thought that debt was settled long ago.

No.

The debt's still there, and you know it.

Keep this in a safe place.

You'll know when the time's right.

- Your wine. - Thank you.

- And yours. - Thank you.

So, tell me, how did it go?

- What about? - The trip.

Oh yeah, it was good, really good. Everything was so lovely, and...

It was nice to get away for a bit, to chill out, to dive...

It's an amazing place for diving, the water there is just crystal clear.

That sounds great,

but I want to know about Roberto, how it went for you two?

No?

No.

- Not what? - No, nothing like that.

- Nothing? - No, nothing's happened.

Why? You don't like him?

Yes.

No, no...

Rober is my friend, I...

I care about him a lot, but...

But that's all.

Lucia, cut the nonsense, you deserve to have fun.

You deserve it.

But I don't want to throw away seven years of my life.

To be the one ruining everything.

Marcos has turned into an idiot and a sexist.

They've been the best years of my life.

The best time...

I have ever experienced.

And I want to try.

I want to try at least one more time.

The last one.

I want to try.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

- You have already tried everything. - No.

Not everything.

There's still one little thing.

In this restaurant, we don't want anything to interfere with taste,

so, I'm going to ask you to wear these masks.

Please follow me, thank you.

- Madam. - Thank you.

- Sir. - Thank you.

You're welcome.

- Excuse me, madam. - Yes.

Thank you.

Excuse me, sir.

Why are you doing all this?

To save our relationship.

Did you pick the music?

- Marcos. - Listen up.

Wait, listen, this is the sax solo.

We need Roberto here, right?

And we would be complete.

45 minutes in the car for this? To not see each other's faces?

You know what, Lucia?

You were right.

With the whole adoption thing and all.

For what, right?

We'd just be changing diapers all day and all that crap.

Honestly, kids ruin your life.

Yeah! It is perfect!

Gorgeous!

I just can't believe that jerk didn't show up.

Susanna, please.

Do you like it?

I love it.

It's wonderful.

I'm sorry Marcos didn't make it.

It's all good.

This is for you, congratulations.

Want a glass of wine?

No, thanks.

Lucia!

Lucia, come here!

Wait, have you lost it?

- What are you doing? - What did you do?

Don't even touch me!

Get over here, damn it! Go to the pool now and clean that mess...

- You can't tell me what to do! - Get my things back!

Lucia!

Let's talk this out, like grown-ups!

Let's sort everything out, alright?

Okay?

Genetics don't lie.

You're just like your father.

The same.

You are the same.

I'm sorry,

I'm so sorry...

Forgive me...

What are you doing?

You know the only good thing?

You know what the only good thing is?

That you can't have children.

SIX MONTHS LATER

The author, from a high vantage point,

shows us the temple's ruined interior.

In fact, they nicknamed the author "Robert des Ruines",

because he was associated with spaces like these.

If you look from the bottom up to where we can see,

Dinner? R.

Aren't carnations meant for the dead?

I really liked the flowers.

Can't go for dinner today, but Friday is fine, if that's cool with you.

So...

let me know, okey?

Kisses.

Thank you.

If you'll allow me,

I would like to dedicate this song to someone really special.

Who is not going through his best moment.

This one's for you.

- So that was meant to be a gift? - But it's nice, no?

You are the worst.

Hello?

Hey mom.

Hey Marquitos, how's it going?

What a joy to hear from you.

How are you?

Well... I'm okay. Sort of okay, I guess.

- And how about you? - I'm good, really good.

How's your knee doing?

You see, they hurt a lot, so I just gave up and had my knees taken out.

I'm being silly, listen to me...

and Lucia?

She's working.

How are the aunts doing?

They're as annoying as ever.

We get together a lot to play conga.

In the end, we never play because they just talk all day, it's a mess.

Mom, I need to tell you something.

Sure, what is it?

Hello?

I wanted to...

say I'm sorry.

And that I love you so much, you know that, right?

Yes, I know, sweetie.

Thank you.

Don't ever forget that, never.

No Marcos, how could I forget?

Goodbye, babe.

So, what machine is it now?

That big one, the futuristic one you like.

Have you called Mom lately?

No, not recently, why?

You should call her.

Hey Marcos, call me when you get a chance, I need to chat with you.

So? What happened?

Do you know why I became a doctor?

For the money, right?

Come on, you idiot.

Because of the white coat, you like being noticed.

Yes, ok, apart from all that.

Do you know why I went to college?

I was just a kid, you were even younger.

- You've told me a thousand times. - No, I didn't tell you this, listen.

I went with Mom to the hospital one day.

That time grandma was really sick.

Dad wasn't around, I don't know, I think he was drunk.

And I remember that...

The doctor told me to stay seated and took her a few steps away.

I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I saw Mom getting sadder.

It pissed me off because the guy was like a rock, he didn't even hug her.

She was crying.

I didn't really understand what the hell death was.

It just made me sad to see mom so helpless,

more than the thought of losing grandma.

I remember thinking at that moment...

One day, I'm going to be a doctor

and I'm going to hug people.

Hey, c'mon, hear me out.

- Listen up. - I'm all ears, man.

So, like...

when I had to...

diagnose my little brother with terminal cancer...

No, that's a low blow?

- No, listen. - What the fuck, man?

Marcos, just listen.

Listen...

What's going on?

Come here.

The cancer is in remission.

It's almost gone.

Yeah.

What?

What I just said.

But can this even happen?

Apparently, yes, we don't...

We think it's thanks to the immunotherapy, but still a mystery.

But is it for sure?

Well...

'Mr. Sure' was sure but he ended in prison, right?, I mean...

How many years did 'Mr. Sure' got in the can?

I don't know, cut the nonsense now...

- So, we can appeal, right? - Yeah, whatever, let's appeal.

If this is a joke, I'll kill you, you bastard.

I hope not.

Thank you.

What's the matter?

You look nervous.

I didn't sleep well.

Okay, but why did you come?

I don't have any drugs.

I think she deserves to know the truth.

Who? No!

Are you crazy? Now? Now you think she deserves the truth?

Things have changed, right?

Exactly.

I'll talk to her.

No, no...

No, Marcos, that's selfish.

Selfish?

Someone who went through everything I did in silence?

Is selfish to let his wife run off with the fucking saxophonist?

Yes.

Yes?

Yeah.

Well, I guess I'll start being a bit more selfish then.

I deserve it.

- Hello? - Hey Roberto...

Is Lucia with there with you?

I need to talk to her, put her on please.

Marcos, dude, she doesn't want to talk, alright?

She just needs a bit more time, give her that.

No, you don't understand! Put me through to Lucia please!

Roberto... Just put her on the line.

Marcos, I'm sorry.

Lucia.

Lucia, we need to talk.

Lucia, please, it's the least I deserve.

You deserve what?

What exactly do you think you deserve, Marcos?

It's a privilege for you...

that I'm even looking at your face.

You deserve nothing but disdain.

That's what you deserve.

- You don't get it. - No!

No.

You are...

You're the one who doesn't understand anything.

All I ask is for you to leave me alone,

to just vanish from my life.

That's the least you could do, Marcos.

It's the bare minimum you can do for me.

Listen, I really need you to talk to her,

she won't listen to me.

Marcos, you know what I think about this.

Brother, I really need your help.

Yes, but you know I can't help you with this.

Just show her the medical report, the letter I wrote... do something!

Marcos, Lucia seems to be happy now.-So she's happy now?

Alright then, I'll simply skip the treatment, I'd rather just die.

You can't be serious, right?

Yes, of course I'm being serious.-Marcos...

I've been lying for months about your illness.

Lucia will never forgive me, and neither will Susana.

Alejandro, you're the doctor, you can...

Are you really gonna lecture me about confidentiality again?

No...

But I could report you to the medical school and cause a scandal.

Come on, don't mess with me.

They'll forgive you eventually.

But I need their forgiveness now.

Alright, fine.

I'll see what I can do.

Thanks.

Sure.

Yeah?

Roberto, It's me, Alejandro.

Hey, how's it going?

I'm fine, listen, is Lucia there?

Why? What's going on?

I need to talk to her. It's important, it's about Marcos.

What about him?

- Is he okay? - Yeah, he's fine.

Listen...

It's important.

Alright, but she's not here.-Where is she?

She's in her office.

- And where's that? - Near Plaza de Castilla.

It's tricky to get there, if you want, I can take you.

No, it's not necessary, I prefer to go by myself.

- You're gonna get lost. - No, seriously, it's fine.

Yes, it is necessary.

Wait for me to come down.

It doesn't make sense.

I was in the surgery, I diagnosed the tumour.

I was with him through the whole process,

I saw his improvement with my own eyes.

That's it.

But...

So why did he keep it a secret?

He wanted to keep her away, to protect her, I really don't know.

What's in that letter?

I have no idea, it's a private letter. I didn't read it.

Man, we can't do this to Lucia.

She deserves to know the truth.

She had the right to know before too, but you decided that...

I didn't decide anything! I just followed my brother's wishes!

Lucia's not reading that letter, there's nothing more to discuss!

- She's happy now, look... - She was happy before too!

- Isn't it that way? - Just leave it to me!

Do you realize that if Lucia finds out about all this...

my life with her is going to fall apart?

No, promise me you won't say anything to her.

- Calm down Roberto. - I'm calm, I'm very calm, damn it!

Promise me you'll tear that letter into pieces.

- You've gone mad? - Maybe, but I'm not giving up on her!

Hey man, take it easy, we should...

slow down a bit...

- Let's go somewhere and talk this out. - No, we're not stopping...

until you promise me Lucia won't find out about any of this!

That won't change anything, sooner or later, she'll find out.

You have no clue what Marcos went through!

And why the fuck should I care?

It's too late for that now, alright?

We could've helped him, but he didn't want to! Too late now!

Don't make the same mistake he did!

This letter won't change how Lucia feels about you at all!

You don't know that, you have no clue what's in there!

Roberto, it's her decision.

I'm sorry.

I don't want to lose her, man.

I just don't want to lose her.

Let's go somewhere now, grab a drink or something, and chill... alright?

No, no...

Let's go to the workshop and talk to Lucia.

It's alright, sweetheart, it's alright...

- We need to go. - Lucia...

I'm so afraid.

Listen to me,

he's going to be fine.

He's strong, nothing's gonna happen.

Okay?

I'll call you later.

- Love you. - Love you too.

Stay with mom.

Ale.

Ale...

I know you can hear me.

You hear me, right?

Damn it...

Come back!

Forgive me.

Okay?

But please come back!

I've already lost the person I love most in this world, I just can't...

I'm so afraid.

I've been thinking about coming back home,

to Colonia.

I was really unfair to mom.

She doesn't deserve that.

Maybe it's time to...

heal some wounds.

Answer me, for fuck's sake.

Answer me!

Hello...

Marcos just called.

He wants us to have dinner with him.

Lucia, we need to talk,

there's something you need to know.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Do you remember when we were at your concert?

In your first concert,

we were only 18 years old.

- Listen. - What?

I was the taster.

You are so silly.

Very funny, right?

Now what, we're 15 now?

I already knew you at 15.

I see...

May I?

Sure.

- Can I...? - Yes, go ahead.

Malbec or Tannat?

- Tannat. - Tannat.

Cheap but good,

From Uruguay.

I saw you for a while.

I was there and saw you chatting...

- Look guys, I'm gonna bounce... - No, Roberto, please!

I don't wanna argue or anything, it's just to talk, alright?

Seriously, it's just talking.

- Should I take your order? - Give us a minute, please.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

Did I tell you that my dad sent my mom to the hospital several times?

I think I told you.

And of course...

I built up a lot of anger, a lot of resentment towards my dad and...

with my mother too,

because she didn't left.

A few days ago, I dreamed of my mom.

I dreamed that I was my mother.

I was in her body, living her life,

her phobias, her fears, her limitations.

Those are probably things that help us assimilate what's going on around us.

And then... I got it.

I've held on for a long time...

to show the truth,

my truth.

Which isn't the only one, of course.

And I don't want to make the same mistake again.

Okay?

Because my pain,

it's not the biggest or the only one, of course.

I saw you, Lucia.

I saw you...

laugh with that gorgeous laugh of yours.

I haven't seen you laugh like that in ages.

So many years.

And I think that...

I understood.

What exactly?

Can I show you something?

- Guys, I really... - No, no.

Listen, this is your deal, you gotta handle it yourself, okay?

I'm going out for a smoke. Sorry...

No need for that.

You don't need to tell me...

or explain anything else, I don't wanna see it.

I was talking with Rober yesterday and he already...

he already told me everything.

- I'm fine with it. - So, you know.

You have no idea,

Babe, you don't know how much I've missed you.

You really have no idea.

Please forgive me.

What is this?

The divorce.

Forgive me.

I know I hurt you.

You didn't deserve any of that.

Love her a lot.

She deserves it.

Marcos!

Thank you.

TWO YEARS LATER

Well,

Marcos asked Catalina that...

If I was fit to read,

I would...

read these lines, this message he wrote,

to all of us.

"Now that I have you all together,

and you have no way to escape from here,

I wanted to tell you something.

I'm sorry I ruined your day,

I swear I didn't die on purpose.

I know you will be sad, I hope so.

And if you're not crying your eyes out, now's a good time to start.

Even though I'm lying here looking serious and all,

I hope not too pale,

because the makeup artist charges what he charges,

you should know I left with a smile on my face.

I messed up, and I screwed up,

I didn't deserve you.

I love you all.

Thank you for everything,

and, above all,

I'm sorry...

I have seen many people die.

My parents,

my brother,

friends...

But burying a son...

I don't think of anything's harder in life.

However, despite my sadness,

I feel serene,

in peace.

Marcos didn't want to go through all this alone.

He came here, leaned on his childhood friends,

in my sisters...

He didn't care if they saw him like that,

in that state.

My love...

I've never seen anyone handle a disease with such strength,

with so much dignity.

Even though he has in pain most of the time,

he never lost his sense of humour.

He always shared funny stories about you two.

I don't think you can imagine how much he loved you.

But what surprised me the most,

was how he relied on me.

Something changed in him.

Good night my love.

Something profound,

very personal.

I don't know how to explain it, but I still thank God for that.

I know Marcos left in peace,

happy.

Yes.

When the doctors told him the cancer was back,

he walked through that door,

and said three words,

three words that stuck to me, in my heart...

Mom,

I'm afraid.

He was my little one again.

Marcos would never let himself look so vulnerable.

He was strong,

and tough.

He died in his sleep,

in his bedroom,

the same room where he was born.

He said just one word before he passed,

A word I think changed his life...

Lucia.

TO MY FATHER

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