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Antonio.

Antonio!

No!

No, Antonio, no, no! Please no!

Noooo!

The Portrait of Her.

When he painted, well... his paintings always seemed...

to have one face upon another.

He always said that behind a face there are many others.

And how many faces are behind you, Ana?

Am I going to stay like this forever?

What do you mean?

With this anger?

Do you want to keep that anger?

Nice! Just like that. Nice.

Now, face to the left.

With this light, you can see the wrinkles.

With the front light... she has a very symmetrical face.

Yes.

Will she be wearing earrings?

- Could you pull your hair up? - Just so we can see how the coat moves.

No, it doesn't vibrate.

Nope.

Regardless of the makeup used for any scene, I would keep those eyebrows.

Because I feel that...

I like it!

What you did there, was to hide the freckles a bit, right?

I'm glad we got the shot without makeup.

- Can we match the tones? - Yes, that's what we'll do now.

We need to make sure that the nose area and especially the cheekbones look good.

And...

Because in the back, it will look like this.

I can see the cameraman!

I have to do it.

You have to leave the places where you're no longer happy.

I wonder when was the last time he took up his sketchbook?

I shouldn't be here.

If he saw me here, he would surely say something.

- He always felt that I was prying. - Ma'am?

Should we take this too?

Yes, of course, we'll take everything.

Wait... Be very careful, they are very delicate.

So, don't touch the paint with your fingers,

you grab it from here, from the frame...

Yeah, like that. Thanks... be very careful, please.

We were like one.

Sometimes I had his gestures.

And he would relate to me things, which I had told him.

And now I have the final word, always.

Is it really me, making decisions?

Or is it a part of him... that now lives inside me?

Hold on a second, could you leave this one for the end and continue with the others?

Yes, of course.

- Do we take the mirror, too? - Yes, please.

Ana!

Ana!

- Who's there? - What do you mean "who's there"?

I thought you weren't home, I was about to leave.

Oh, Paola. What are you doing here?

You asked me to take to your psychologist and we're running late.

Are you ready or not?

Um, yes, yes, just give me a minute.

Why are you laughing?

Well because, since I was in a hurry, I left the keys inside.

And how are you going to get back in later?

Oh! But I have a copy of your keys.

- Really? - Yes.

How'd it go with the psychologist?

Sometimes I feel like she doesn't understand anything.

Hmm...

Hey!

- My keys, I'd forgotten again. - Me too!

Wait a sec, how does this go?

Oh right, they're right there...

Why don’t you leave?

What? You want me to leave?

No, I asked you where you were you going. What are you going to do now?

Ah, I'm going home now. I need some sleep, I'm very tired.

There, I got them.

Always fixing my face, making it as you felt it should be.

You made me so different, I looked like someone else.

I wasn't enough for you just the way I was. Was I?

That's what you always did. You erased me.

You took parts of my face.

No, they couldn't be my eyes; they had to be different ones, better ones.

What's so wrong with me that I always have to be someone else?

Please, come in!

- Miguel? - No. Manuel.

And what were you working on with Ramiro?

Look, we basically work on an interdisciplinary project.

We unite fashion, which is what Ramiro does.

OK.

But make it more contemporary, more risqué, you know? More modern.

He loves to play with materials, elements.

And well, I do abstract photography.

- Abstract photography? - Yes.

What's that?

I get so close to an object that I achieve total abstraction.

It's like, imagine a wall but...

Poor dear.

Hey, you went to… What school did you go to?

Why?

You have a familiar face... You were in a TV series, weren't you?

I'm gonna go get that wine that I never got and then we can keep talking.

I wonder what it is...

People don't give gifts anymore.

A book.

- Are you sure everything's OK? - Yes.

Really, everything's fine.

It's just that, you know it's hard for me to be around so many people.

That’s all.

I'll be right there.

Besides, it's your birthday and we have to have a good time.

OK?

- Some other time we can talk more. - Yeah, sure.

- Promise? - Promise.

Ana!

Gaspar!

- Hi - Hi.

It's been a while.

- A long time. - Yes.

- How are you? - I'm fine. How are you?

Fine, I'm fine.

Were you at Paola's party?

- Yes, I was. - Are you coming back?

- No, I was just leaving. - Hmm...

- It's been a while. - Yeah, a long time...

- It's strange. - Yeah!

- Are you doing OK? - Yeah, I'm fine.

- I'm acting and... - That's great!

Yeah, mainly acting. And what about you?

- Do you still write? - Yeah, still writing.

Cool.

Weren't you in Germany? Or somewhere else?

In Berlin, studying screenwriting. I stayed there for a while.

You haven't changed a bit!

No, that's not true.

Come back up to the party. We can catch up.

I can't now, I have to go. I have things to do.

Oh, OK.

Which is your favorite?

Hmm... hard to say.

The Devil’s Elixirs. I love this one. Have you read it?

Yes, of course.

Do you think people have a double?

Like, somewhere in the world, there is someone just like us?

Hmm, no, I mean...

Have you ever seen yourself in a photo, but you don't recognize yourself?

As if someone else was living your life for you.

And maybe they've made certain decisions that you wouldn't make now.

I don't know. Maybe you feel that way because we are always changing.

Yeah, I don't know.

It's just that sometimes... Well, sometimes...

I look at myself in a photo,

and I don't recognize myself. So, I try to find myself in my eyes, but...

But, but it's like they're like someone else's eyes.

And then I look in the mirror and I'm not the same person as in the photo.

So...

I don't know.

Do you think we perceive ourselves as we truly are?

I don't know.

Never mind, don't pay attention to me. Sometimes I just ramble...

It's OK. I like to hear your thoughts.

Oh, but I feel so self-centered here talking about myself the whole time.

As if I had something interesting to say...

Why don't you tell me something?

But I'm really interested in what you have to say.

I like listening to you.

There is something of Antonio in Gaspar. His cheekbones, his eyes...

He didn't have any children.

So all of a sudden, my sister and I inherited a house on an island in Chiloé.

- What do you think? - Unbelievable!

It's amazing, the place is beautiful. And it's so green there...

And so much nature everywhere. Everything is so exuberant.

- Yeah, the place is beautiful. - I can imagine.

I'm going there now, to work.

Do you remember the script I told you I was working on?

I'm going to finish it there, because there I can disconnect from everything.

That's incredible. Things you don't expect to happen.

It's been so long since I left Santiago.

It would be nice to be somewhere like that.

Why don't you come with me?

I'm going to be there for a couple of weeks.

But you could come for a few days, for as long as you want.

The house is big. It has many rooms.

I'll be working.

You could do whatever. It might help you to disconnect.

Wow, I'd love to, really...

Like I said, I haven't gone anywhere for a long time.

I could walk, read a little, escape the noise of the city.

Do you remember that summer we went to Isla Negra with Antonio?

Yeah, you guys had just started dating, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I remember.

He was very happy.

He used to say that...

that the sacred gods had united you two.

He saw you in such a particular way.

What he used to say was that...

that our love was sacred because the gods had brought us together.

I'd forgotten that he used to say that.

He'd say it a lot, at the beginning.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

Yeah, I was just thinking that...

Well, if I go to the island with you...

I don't know, I don't want to leave my house empty.

What do you think's gonna happen to your house?

I don't know.

I don't know, never mind, it doesn't matter.

You were telling me about your script. Tell me about it.

Yeah.

Look, this is an invitation, OK?

I'm not trying to pressure you.

I would love for you to come with me. It would be nice, but if not...

That's OK. It's not an obligation.

Yeah, I know, thanks.

I'll think about it.

Good.

Do you like drawings?

The one I'm looking at? How do you know which one I'm looking at?

No, I mean drawings in general.

Oh, yes, of course. I love art.

My favorite is one called “Mother with dead child”.

It's drawing 14 or 13. Keep looking...

This one. Look.

- Powerful, right? - Yeah.

The child, the model for the drawing, was her son.

What's so terrible is that the boy died a few years after the drawing was made.

It was like she'd had a premonition.

I, um...

I should go, Gaspar.

Yeah, that's best.

- Well, let me take you home. - No, don't worry.

- Well, at least let me call you a taxi. - No, really, I want to go alone.

Thank you for everything, I had a good time. Really, thanks.

OK

- Bye. - Bye.

No, don't worry, don't worry. I would never do that to you.

Your hand on my body,

drawing every part of it.

Sometimes it weighed me down.

It hurt me.

But I liked it.

Dear neighbors, dear listeners.

I bring you the Word of God who offers you eternal love...

If you had truly seen me, I wouldn't be alone.

I pity her.

That's not me!

How many hours did I spend modeling for you?

For all your paintings to end up with the same face?

Yours.

See here? The shadows from her cheekbones…

Yeah, we'll check those.

I love it, she looks good.

Won't notice the shining.

I think she favors her other side.

Her right.

I can't tell people what's wrong with me.

If I told them, what would they think of me.

What are you thinking of, Ana?

What? Sorry, I wasn't listening.

Don't you think it would be good for you to take a break from work?

What do you think of that? I could give you doctor's slip.

What? Why?

Well, because of what we've been discussing and how you've been feeling.

- How are you feeling, Ana? - Fine.

Look Sofia, I'm much better.

And I can't just stop working.

Why do you even suggest it, when I'm fine!

- And now you're upset? - No, I'm calm!

Hello Gaspar.

I am calm.

I'm glad.

Hey... I'm coming with you to the island.

Listen, um...

I'm going on a trip.

And I think it will be good for me.

And I don't want to go, without some sort of diagnosis.

And you think you are well enough to make such a trip?

Yeah, yeah. When are you leaving?

Tomorrow? OK. What time?

Well enough? That's what I'm talking about.

I come here. I share stuff with you. You listen, but you don't tell me anything.

What I need to do now, is to move on.

I don't want to keep hashing things out and going over and over them.

I'll wait for you there, then.

Yeah, me too.

OK. See you then. Thanks, bye.

That's why I think a trip, is the best thing I can do.

It seems to me that you know very well what is going on, Ana.

You came to see me, asking for help...

to remember a situation, you experienced with Antonio.

And that's what we're doing, right?

But every time we get close, you turn away.

Because that's what you do.

You seem to have an exacerbated survival instinct.

A great desire to save yourself.

To save yourself.

It's natural to run away from discomfort.

But that experience remains within you.

And that is not going to change.

That's why we're here, working on this.

Do you still feel like taking that trip?

Here we go.

Be careful. The light switches on at the back.

Excuse me...

Come in.

- Can you see anything? - A bit.

This way.

- Give me your bag. - Thanks.

- Are you OK? - Yeah.

This will be your room.

I can't wait for tomorrow to see this place in daylight.

- It's beautiful, you'll love it. - I'm sure.

Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?

No, don't worry; go rest.

I'm ready to sleep.

My room is upstairs, if you need anything.

Thanks.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

- Good morning. - Hello. Smells good!

How was your walk?

Good. This place is really incredible. Gorgeous!

It's so pretty out there and the house as well.

When was the house built? More or less...

1800's.

Built by a Swiss guy. He lived here with

his partner, his niece, 25 years his junior.

Really?

A long time later, my uncle bought it.

This place is beautiful, inspirational.

Really inspirational. Isnt it?

Yes. Well, the place, yes. The house... also.

But the story, not so much. It's a bit disturbing.

His own niece!

- That's freshly made bread. - Yummy! Did you make it?

No, my sister Camilla brought it over.

She's staying at a cabin nearby with her husband, Luciano.

It's her way of welcoming us. They invited us over for dinner later.

Really? That's great.

- Do you want to go? - Yes, of course.

You don't seem very enthusiastic...

I'm sorry, Gaspar. I am excited. You just caught me by surprise.

But I would love to meet them. Your sister, him.

Do you remember the first time Luciano came to the island?

Do you remember or not?

Poor thing. He was all stoic, very somber.

There was lots of movement. It was June, I think.

The sea was rough.

But he hung in there. And when we arrived, he said "This place is so beautiful."

But he was white as paper. "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry" And then he vomited.

He vomited absolutely everything.

I don't know if you managed to vomit on the viola.

- No. - No, it was still on the boat.

It was terrible. But it never happened again.

He got used to the sea.

- So... you're an actress. - Yes.

It seems I'm surrounded by artists.

Luciano is very talented.

- Have you heard him play? - No.

He's an amazing musician.

We're here looking for inspiration, since he's out of work, but...

We're all here for the same thing, for inspiration.

- Yes, you are also very talented. - Very!

- Have you read his book? - Yes, it's good. I loved it.

The ending made me cry so much.

I think you cried because it was the first book you'd read since school.

How rude! I read!

I have never, ever seen you read. I've never seen you with a book.

I just happen to read technical books, for work.

I don't have time to be reading sentimental novels.

I live in the real world. You know that.

I don't write sentimental crap. I'm interested in emotions, human relations.

Not sentiments.

You're so dense! Besides I was talking to Ana.

Are you single? Do you have a partner?

- Are you serious? - Yes, I'm serious.

I... I don't know

I don't understand why emotions are always relegated to the background.

When we all get emotional. You too.

Emotions are very important. They guide us, they motivate us.

They invade us, sometimes they even overflow, and they're real.

Doesn't it happen to you? Is that not real to you?

Yes, it's real and important but...

I don't think...

Do you think it's necessary to suffer through life?

- You brought a dessert? - Yes, I brought a dessert.

- Why don't you serve it? - I'll serve it, but let's finish the wine.

Please excuse my sister.

She's not a bad person, but she can be annoying.

She's always been like this, her whole life.

Did she upset you?

No, no, not at all, don't worry. I had a great time.

- Really? - Really.

The air is so pure here.

Something else, right?

You can't see skies like this in Santiago.

What I like about being on an island, is that feeling of isolation.

Like when it's late at night...

I write better at night. I don't know why.

Maybe because everybody's asleep...

Thoughts and ideas just flow better. As if there were an empty stage.

Yeah, I get it.

Do you remember your dreams? Do you dream a lot?

Yes, a lot.

A lot.

But do you remember them?

Yes.

I never dream. Well...

I must dream, but I don't remember them.

Rarely.

Tell me one of your dreams.

- Now? - Yes

I don't know Gaspar. Why do you want me to share a dream now?

Because I am very structured when I write, but dreams have a different kind of logic.

I love hearing other people's stories, dreams...

I don't know, I want to...

- I want to learn from the logic of dreams. - Yeah, I get it.

But I think that when you remember a dream and share it.

Your mind orders it in a logical way, more realistically.

Because, otherwise, we would lose control...

And I think there are dreams that we couldn't bear.

Yeah, it could be...

What I couldn't bear was for us to get lost...

You're taking us that way, but the house is in that direction.

- Really? - Yes.

Sorry, I get disoriented easily.

Yeah, I can tell. Look.

This way.

Where were you taking us?

Oh, I see. That way...

Careful, careful. Are you OK?

Bravo!

Are you OK?

I don't know. I don't feel well.

You're freezing. Do you want a coffee?

- No. Don't leave me. - I'm not going anywhere.

Calm down. Just breathe. OK?

My chest hurts.

Everything's going to be fine. Just breathe.

Calm down. Relax.

Just relax.

That's it. Breathe.

Do you recall the mole that Antonio had on his neck?

Do you remember what side it was on?

- I can't remember! - Me neither.

- If you remember, please tell me! - Yes, if I remember I'll tell you.

Relax. Just breathe. Everything will be fine.

Everything will be OK.

Sometimes I try to remember him, but...

I can't. Sometimes... the images are all blurry.

And I...

I don't want him to disappear. I don't want to forget him.

I don't want to forget him.

Relax. Everything's going to be alright.

Calm down.

Listen to me!

Antonio is dead.

You have to let him go. You are here, now.

He's not coming back.

Let him go, Ana.

Let him go.

Antonio. No! Antonio!

Antonio! No! No!

No! Please! No! No! Please Antonio!

No... no... no...

No... No!

Antonio... Antonio...

Ana, Ana. Wake up!

Ana, wake up. You're dreaming, Ana.

Ana, calm down.

It was a nightmare. You had a nightmare.

Ana, calm down. It's just the two of us. There is no one else here.

Relax.

You had a bad dream. That's all, OK?

Relax. Breathe.

Should I turn off the light?

Not yet, please.

What were you dreaming?

Go back to sleep.

Gaspar!

Could you stay with me until I fall asleep?

Sure!

- This is your spot, right? - Yes.

I thought I heard small steps.

Small steps that came stumbling down the hall.

They were looking for me.

The steps of a girl, the best of them all.

As they stumbled down the hall.

Looking for me.

The steps of a girl.

The best of them all.

Did you finish reading "The Storm"?

No. I didn't really like it.

Relax. Nothing happened.

Gaspar, leave.

Nothing happened.

Go away. I want to be alone.

Do you really want me to go?

This is poor theatre, Ana.

You call me in the middle of the night to be with me. And now you want me to leave?

Please stop acting. You're being ridiculous.

Look at me when I'm talking to you. Stop denying your desire.

Please just stop suffering your life!

He's as annoying as his sister.

Antonio was also annoying.

Sometimes he grossed me out.

I need to be alone.

- Sorry. - No, it's OK.

- No. Go ahead. - Okay.

There you go.

Nobody can hear someone's thoughts.

Or can they?

How's the writing going? Moving along with the script?

Yes.

I have some ideas I want to incorporate.

That's great!

Are you okay?

Yes.

Gaspar! Gaspar!

Relax. The power went out. Just stay where you are.

What do I do?

Nothing. Just stay there.

Gaspar, where are you going?

I'm going to fix it. Relax. This always happens.

The electrical system in this house is very old.

I don't believe him.

Do you recall the mole that Antonio had on his neck?

Do you remember what side it was on?

If you remember, please tell me!

Yes, if I remember I'll tell you.

Psychotic traits emerge after nightmares.

Her night terrors are interesting.

Antonio told me she would make a good character. He was right.

Ana, where are you?

Ana!

What are you doing here?

What did you do?

What did you do?

What did you do to me?

Tell me it's not true. What did you do to me?

Nothing. It's just research.

It's not you! I take elements from real life and transform them into fiction.

Shut up! Shut up!

- What did you do to me? - Nothing, nothing.

- What did you do to me? - It's nothing.

Antonio you spend your days painting and no one takes you seriously.

And me?

I gave you my life, so you could fulfill yours.

And now you want to kill yourself? You're pathetic!

- What do you mean? - Let go! Don't touch me!

- I'm Gaspar, not Antonio. - Let me go! You smell like wine!

That time you tried to kill yourself, I wish you had!

I'm Gaspar, I'm not Antonio.

Ana…

Tell him not to look at me like that... Tell him!

There's no one else here, just you and me.

Tell him.

- Tell him not to look at me like that. - There's no one looking at you!

- Ana there's no one here. - Tell him please, tell him!

I was tired... I was so tired...

That's why I told him that I wanted him to die.

Because I also wanted him to die.

That's it. That's what I said.

- I told him that!

- It's not your fault. - I told him to kill himself.

- It's not your fault. - That I also wanted him to die.

But I didn't really want him to die.

Did I?

It's so cold here.

Relax.

Please forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt you.

Forgive me.

I mean it.

It's just a draft. You shouldn't have read it.

Tell me, how can I fix this?

What should I do?

Kill yourself...

The only way to stop suffering...

Is to leave the character behind.

To become vulnerable.

Until I leave the character behind.

This is a special trip.

Are you coming?

- Are you sure everything is OK? - Yes.

Really, everything's fine.

It's just that, you know it's hard for me to be around lots of people.

That's all.

- Some other time we can talk more. - Yeah, sure.

- You promise? - I promise.

Yes.

I've seen you before.

Now... we can finally talk.

I am the air.

The trees.

I am the sky.

I am the water