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[music]

"ONLY A WOMAN WHO HAS GIVEN BIRTH WITHOUT ANESTHESIA

WILL BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND THE PAIN

OF A MAN WITH THE FLU."

[suspenseful music]

[silence]

man: Well, at least

he's finally in a better place.

man 2: Yes.

Fortunately he can rest now.

What a nice ceremony, don't you think?

man: Yes. Divine.

[sad music]

man 2: But all of this is so sad.

man: Poor Rodrigo.

man 2: We're going to miss him.

He was such a good person.

[man panting]

man: Well, he wasn't a bad person.

But he wasn't exactly a good person either.

Well, yeah...

I've never liked to speak badly of the dead in a cemetery.

It's probably bad luck.

man 2: Sure.

man: He could come back at night and pull our legs.

[exhales]

man 2: If we're being honest, Rodrigo was

totally normal.

Even mediocre, I'd say.

man: How old was he, 60?

man 2: No, he hadn't turned 50 yet.

-man: Really? -man 2: Yeah.

man: He was in shitty shape.

-man 2: Did you see his belly? -man: Yeah.

-[crying] -man: How long

do we have to wait...

until we can ask the widow out?

man 2: Well, you just have to respect the order of arrival.

man: What order of arrival?

man 2: I met her first.

María.

You know you can count on me for anything.

man: And me too.

man 2: Yeah, but...

we're closer.

We've known each other since high school.

-[scream] -María: Sometimes I feel like

I can still hear his voice.

-[Rodrigo screams] -man: Yes, me too.

-man: Your husband... -[scream]

was an amazing person.

Rodrigo: I'm... I'm alive!

But now the important thing is that you're OK.

I'm alive!

man: That you recover as soon as possible.

[screams] I'm alive! I'm right here!

-man: A hug? -man 2: No.

-man: Yes. María. -man 2: No.

[María sobs]

-man: María. -María.

María!

María!

María, I'm not dead!

Rodrigo: María, I'm not dead!

I'm not dead! I'm here!

[cries desperately]

María!

Rodrigo: I'm not dead!

María, no!

I'm not dead!

María!

María!

-[Rodrigo grunts] -María: Honey.

-[Rodrigo pants] -Come here, come here, honey.

-Oh, sorry. -María: No, no, it's fine.

-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. -It's OK, it's OK.

Again?

-Yes. -OK.

Yes, again, but...

but it wasn't the same nightmare.

This time I was inside the coffin.

Well, that's an improvement,

yesterday you were in the morgue.

[Rodrigo nods]

[groaning] No!

My dolphin on a wave.

No, it broke.

Yeah, looks like I did you a favor.

I know you didn't like it.

No, no, no. I like anything

you made with your own hands.

It was... How can I put it?

Hmm...

-Eccentric? [laughs] -Ah.

That's just a nice way to say it sucks.

No, don't put words in my mouth.

-What about you? -What?

Why are you dressed at this hour?

I have a Zoom with my editor.

So early?

In Madrid it's almost 1 PM.

I'm gonna get some coffee, want anything?

Yes.

A kiss.

[soft music]

[María laughs]

[soft music continues]

[upbeat music]

Rodrigo: Mom.

[music continues]

[music ends]

Now what?

Rodrigo: It's my neck.

-[nods] -Rodrigo: I think I'm going

to use the neck brace again.

Honey, they told you you didn't have to use it.

Yeah, but I think I hurt myself when I fell.

-[scared reaction] -What?

-Can you feel the earth tremor? -No.

-Rodrigo: No? -Oh, sweetie!

Oh, I think I'm getting dizzy. Maybe I have a fever.

I'm going to get Paracetamol.

-Do you need anything? -Yeah.

For you to not be so paranoid.

Paranoid?

Honey.

I love you so much.

But every time November rolls around, you become...

How can I say it?

Insufferable?

Yes, but this year is different.

I'm the same age as my mom when she died.

I saw a study online

that said that genetic inheritance exists.

So my mom passed it on to her son, to me.

-Love you. -Love you.

-I love you very much. -I love you very much.

In Australia there are 334 cases.

And that's just a really big island.

-So, the children of SM... -I'm going to my Zoom.

Yeah. They call it...

[María inaudible]

Ah.

[exhales]

is that you've taken so long to deliver the text to me

that there's now a whole sub-genre of books

on artificial intelligence and how we will be replaced.

Look, when we published "Really, it's True, Right?"

you were a forerunner.

You were 10 years ahead of fake news.

And now, there's a difference of five years.

But the wrong way.

You're absolutely right, yes.

I thought about that.

And I think now we can...

uh... refocus.

Refocus on how

now artificial intelligence, actually...

-can do... - María, you're paralyzed.

You're stuck on an idea that's old news.

We need a topic that's...

fresh, personal.

Something with real pain.

[water stops running] [humming]

editor: Let me just say one thing.

Release yourself from the pressure

- of delivering to the public. -No. No, no, no, no, no.

It's not pressure.

-Not at all. -editor: I was talking

and I have very good news.h the board of directors

Oh, that's good. You had me scared.

-What is it? - We're not going to sue you

as long as you return the advance.

OK.

Uh...

It's just...

I already spent it.

editor: I didn't catch that. What?

-That I already spent it. -editor: Ah.

I'm sure the finance department

will find a creative way to solve the problem.

You have a car, right?

Sorry, what?

Is that a pimple?

-What... what are you doing? -Rodrigo: Can you check

-this mole? -No.

Rodrigo: Please, it'll only take two seconds.

It wasn't there yesterday.

Look, it wasn't there yesterday.

-Ah, OK. -What if it's cancer?

Get your ass out of my face, please.

Please, you're the only one who can help me.

Look, I tried to take some pictures,

but it's all blurry.

Blurry.

-Blurry. Blurry. -[María agrees]

[laughs] Good thing this one is blurry.

Blurry, huh?

Hey, what's wrong?

The publisher canceled my book.

Honey, you are an amazing writer.

Yeah. Why don't you tell that to my editor?

Rodrigo: The same thing happened with your last book.

-[agrees] -Rodrigo: Lots of publishers

said no and now regret it.

Yes, but it's like the market changed

and I'm no longer new.

I feel like I was thrown out and...

left behind.

-Well, their loss. -María: No, it's my loss,

because they want the advance back

and I already...

Never mind, I don't want to talk about it.

Honey. Honey.

Calm down.

Remember, "The truth can be...

a bitter remedy.

While lying is a...

sweet poison.

You can live with the truth.

But lies give modern society life."

You...

said it exactly as I wrote it.

Rodrigo: I know your book by heart.

I'm your biggest fan.

I know you're going to make it as usual.

You know what?

I'm glad the bastard saw your ass.

I'm happy that bastard

-saw my ass. -Yeah.

I love you.

-I love you. -I love you so much.

I love you so much.

By the way, there's no way you're going like this

to dinner tonight.

-Hmm, is it tonight? - Yes.

-But I have a lot of things. -No, no.

Don't even think about it.

We already changed it like four times for you.

-I know, but I have a fever. -Even if you have Ebola,

we're going to dinner tonight, OK?

You are absolutely forbidden from boring my friends

with your stories of terminal illness.

No neck brace.

What do you mean no neck...?

What?

[song "Lady Dilemma" playing]

[mumbles]

Finish. Finish.

I'm almost done.

I'm almost done.

STAIRS

[song continues]

IDEAS FOR NEW BOOK

IDEAS FOR NEW BOOK

receptionist: More here. Here.

- Good morning, Mr. Rodrigo. -Good morning.

Shall I get you some coffee?

-No. -Good morning, Mr. Rodrigo.

Good morning.

receptionist: Antacid.

-Baking soda. -[agrees]

-Lorazepam. -All that, thank you.

-Can you pass me a thermometer? -Yes, of course.

-Which one? -The one with mercury.

Rodrigo: And the forehead one. Well, to...

-To compare. -Rodrigo: Right, yes.

Thank you.

I'll bring you your medicine, Mr. Rodrigo.

Rodrigo: Yes.

[song continues]

IDEAS FOR NEW BOOK

Thirty-six point two?

Thirty seven.

[mouth sounds]

-Mr. Rodrigo. -[song ends]

Your medication.

Thank you.

-Hermosilla arrived. -What?

[high heel footsteps]

[exhales]

I LOVE YOU YOUR SECRET ADMIRER

man: My daughter just got back from her sabbatical.

And found a very serious issue in the design.

Well, I was in charge of the whole project

and I personally reviewed every detail.

Everything is just like in the plans and the rendering.

That's precisely the problem.

The same. Everything is the same.

Look, I'm returning from Southeast Asia

and I learned a lot about spaces,

-and chop suey... -Feng shui?

Ah, you've been to Southeast Asia?

-No. -man: Then why

are you correcting her?

daughter: No, but that's...

Well, now I see

why you don't understand much.

I'll break it down for you.

According to the rules of chop suey,

your design needs a...

wow factor.

man: That's what it needs.

The wow factor.

Do you know the Porsche Design Tower?

No.

It's the one right next to the Ventry Building.

No.

Really?

Sorry, but what does all this have to do with the house?

-Everything. -Everything.

daughter: You see, when I graduated, my Dad

got me a pink BMW.

So, I wanted to ask you to make...

a very small modification

to your design to...

honor the Porsche Design Tower.

Oh, but wait. I'll show you.

Here, just look at this.

It's an elevator

that takes the car up to the house.

[piano music]

Rodrigo: Yes, but to use an elevator

that can take a car that size,

we'd have to break two floors

and use a system of beams throughout the house.

That's why we're going to use a hydraulic lift

that holds up to 2,000 kilos.

-A lift? -man: My daughter told me,

"How the king of the forklift

doesn't have a lift at home?"

-And she's absolutely right. -But wouldn't it be

enough for it to be in the garage?

Sorry.

But there's nothing stupider

than having your car in the garage.

Rodrigo, listen to me.

I owe your father

my life.

I really am very indebted to him.

And we're here in your architecture firm

because he recommended us.

But if you can't handle this project with the lift,

tell us and we'll take it somewhere else.

And, hey... we have to paint it all pink, you know,

to match everything, et cetera.

I mean, think about pantones,

one pink like strawberries and cream,

but much more retro.

[clears throat] I mean, Dad, he isn't listening to me.

[Rodrigo breathes hard]

Excuse me, do you notice my eyelids drooping?

-man: What? -You don't see that?

Don't you see it? You don't...

You don't see that?

Oh...

That can be a symptom of a neurological problem.

That happened to my friend.

Is she OK?

Good. Buried.

She died six months ago, in fact.

-Now that you mention it... -What?

I do see. It's the left one, right?

No, the right one.

Even worse, that's the one my friend had.

What? Are you looking at my left eye with your right eye

or my right eye with your right eye?

Because I'm dyslexic, so I don't...

-It's just that they both... -I have to go.

I have to leave urgently. Excuse me.

[dramatic music]

doctor: You're going to apply this ointment

twice a day, for a week.

It's for the itch.

And for the burning, this one.

But just once a day

and just one week.

One week.

patient: Thank you very much.

I am eternally indebted to you.

receptionist: Is this your first visit to the urologist?

You're five minutes early,

so please, take a seat and we'll be with you shortly.

-patient 2: OK. -Thank you.

patient 2: Thank you very much.

-receptionist 2: Mr. Rodrigo. -Yes. I have an emergency.

Yes, I imagine, but I'm strictly forbidden

from letting you in without an appointment.

-Yes. -So, you'll forgive me...

-I understand, but... -[astonishment]

-Mr. Rodrigo, Mr. Rodrigo! -patient: You can ask me

anything you want.

-Rodrigo: Dad! -[door squeaks]

-Rodrigo: Father. -doctor: Rodrigo.

You can't interrupt,

I'm in the middle of a consultation.

It's no problem, don't worry.

Take care of him, he looks...

worried.

[speaks in Latin] In the name of the Father, the Son

and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

-Rodrigo: Amen. -Amen.

doctor: See you later, Father.

Rodrigo: See?

-"Take care of the young man." -I have five minutes.

What is it now?

Isn't it obvious?

My eyelid.

Rodrigo: My eyelid!

My eyelid is drooping.

Well, maybe both of them.

And I have a fever.

My neck pain is back,

-from the injury. -You never had an injury.

Can you check my eyelids, please?

-Maybe it's a sign of... -There's nothing wrong with you!

And it's no reason to run away from work.

What?

Hermosilla called me.

He told me you don't want to finish his house.

I finished, it's delivered!

Alright.

I can't believe you can't add a stupid lift

because of your paranoia.

Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah?

Oh, yeah? And what about this mole that just appear, huh?

What about that? Is it psychological?

Did you have a pen in your pocket?

Um...

Well, maybe.

It's ink.

Are you sure?

You know what you have to do.

I'm not going to get better talking to someone.

My pains are as real as Mom's.

Did you know that this year

I'll be the same age Mom was when she died?

Have you heard of

Transgenerational mortuary synchrony?

Did you read it online?

What if what happened to Mom was hereditary?

It's not hereditary

when you're hit by a truck!

So, if you're not going to see a psychologist,

don't come back here!

Get out!

Get out of here!

Damn it.

[phone ringing]

Rodrigo, we agreed that tonight wasn't about you.

[Rodrigo complains]

-You feel the earth tremor? -No, nothing is trembling.

And you don't have a fever.

I feel like my blood pressure is dropping.

I'm going to get in the car

and if you're not down in five minutes,

forget about me.

-María: No the neck brace! -But...

man: Years and years of being careful

and when I decide to have surgery,

within a week of getting a vasectomy,

boom, happiness struck, we got pregnant.

I never imagined I'd be changing diapers

at almost 40.

-Just imagine. -wife: Almost 40.

-María: How old is Marito now? -Huh?

He'll kill you if you call him Marito. He's 18.

Ah, yeah, Marito is a full-grown man.

The bigger they get, the bigger the problems.

What about last time? He got... really drunk.

He lost his cell phone.

He stayed at a friend's house,

we had to go get him at 4 AM. Oh, no, no.

You were very smart not wanting to have kids.

Really, enjoy.

Carlos, don't say that.

Oh, well, but it's the truth.

You don't want have kids, do you?

Rodrigo: Less so because of my condition.

But it's a complex issue. We're not going to...

-María: Honey, we agreed... -What condition?

Rodrigo: Well, I have bad genes.

My mom died when I was 15.

No, your mom was hit by a bus.

So genes have nothing to do with it.

We're both healthy.

In fact, if we wanted to have a kid,

he would be born without problems.

Yes, without problems

until his dad died, right?

Let's change the subject. How's your book coming?

They canceled it.

So now I'm looking for new topics.

Hello. Are you ready to order dessert?

-Carlos: Yes. -wife: Please.

We have an amazing tiramisu, the house specialty.

-I want the tiramisu. -waiter: Right away.

Oh, yes, make it three.

-waiter: Excellent. Sir? -Is it made here?

waiter: Yes, sir.

Rodrigo: Does it have peanuts and dried fruit?

waiter: No.

Eggs?

I don't know, I'll ask.

Yes, please ask the chef if he knows the provenance

of the eggs and dairy.

-waiter: Yes. Right away. -Rodrigo: Thank you.

-Hey, you have coffee, right? -waiter: Yes.

Do you know what kind of bean?

Because I'm allergic to...

María: He's not allergic to anything.

You're not allergic, honey.

You took all the tests, so...

If you don't want tiramisu, ask for something else.

-That's a lie. -It's true.

All the tests said I'm lactose intolerant.

-And to fructose, glucose. -Yes. But the...

[clears throat] Sorry.

But...

internet tests don't count, right?

waiter: So... three tiramisu, right?

-wife: Please. -waiter: Yes.

Right away. Sir?

A glass of water.

-waiter: Right away. -No ice.

waiter: Of course. Right away.

Rodrigo: The New York Times published a report

explaining

that most ice in plastic bags

-contains fecal bacteria... -María: Stop.

Damn.

What?

Is it strange not to want to eat poop?

Poop.

Rodrigo: María, please wait!

I always think you'll be over it,

but every anniversary of your mother's death

you go backward and turn into this.

-Into what? -Into

an unbearable hypochondriac

who thinks so much about death

that he doesn't realize he is alive.

In the beginning, the first crises were

manageable,

but Rodrigo, now they're huge.

And they last longer and longer.

We went from a day to a month

and I don't know if you realize, but we live our whole lives

based on what might happen to you in November.

And you get more and more paralyzed.

-I get paralyzed? -Yes, you become paralyzed

and you paralyze me.

Carlos and Sofía have a life,

they have children, travel the world,

and we're not even married.

Because you're so afraid,

you prefer not to go on with your life.

Can anyone tell me

how the hell I'm supposed to write a book

when I'm this stuck?

[María sobs]

[grunting]

Now what?

Rodrigo: I'm having trouble breathing.

María: I can't believe you.

And my skin feels weird.

[Rodrigo complains]

Honey.

Tell me you're making that face.

-Rodrigo: What face? -María: Sweetie.

[tragic music]

Honey! Honey.

[tragic music continues]

María: Help!

Please, someone!

Ambulance!

Please help!

doctor: How long has he been like this?

Twenty minutes, doctor.

[inaudible]

nurse: Make way.

María: I'm with you. Honey, everything will be OK.

What's going on?

doctor: Bed three. Hurry up.

María: What's going on?

nurse: Ma'am, you can't go there.

-Don't worry. -Honey. Honey!

-No, no. Please, please. -nurse: Calm down.

Honey. I'm right here.

Honey. Please!

[tragic music]

[bustling hospital corridors]

[Rodrigo's Dad murmurs]

How is he?

He had a panic attack, but he's OK.

What?

I don't understand. His face was paralyzed.

Were you arguing?

Um...yes.

It's normal at this time.

It's idiopathic paralysis.

-What is that? -A paralysis

that happens to all idiots like my son.

María: Fernando.

It is a condition

that causes sudden and momentary weakness

in the facial muscles.

But with the drugs he was given

he'll be fine in two or three hours.

Tomorrow he'll be good as new.

And he fainted from the shock of seeing himself

with those conditions.

The truth is that it's all in his head.

-For a change. -But this time I think

we can help him improve.

Right?

Maybe after this scare, he'll decide to go to therapy.

If I'm being honest, I don't think I can stand

another year of crisis.

My son is very stubborn.

The only way to get him to therapy

is if he doesn't know he's doing it.

I don't understand.

I have a plan, but we need to act immediately,

before he wakes up.

I gave him some morphine to buy us a little time.

What do you mean you gave him morphine?

-Didn't you say he's fine? -Yes, he's fine.

We're not well.

I need you to meet someone.

Who?

Fernando: Now.

-Now? -Now.

-Fernando. -Fernando: Yes.

-María: Who? -therapist: Rodrigo's ailments

are not in the plane of the physical,

but he does suffer from them on a psychic level.

And this will get worse every anniversary of the trauma.

No, well...

Throughout the year he's a normal hypochondriac

and I could even say that we have...

a relatively good life.

It's...

only when November comes.

therapist: Hmm...

He has entered a new phase.

He's somatizing.

That's why

psycho performance

is your only option.

And what is that? Some sort of shock therapy?

Psychoanalysis heals

through words.

We heal

through actions.

Trust.

Psycho performance is very effective.

I have so many amazing examples.

Mariana and Carlos.

Carlos and Mariana.

-On the verge of divorce. - How much do you love him?

Until they literally walked

-in each other's shoes. - How much do you love him?

-Mariana: A lot. -therapist: Who is it?

-And everything changed. -Mariana: Mariana.

therapist: Who is it?

Carlos: Carlos.

Who loves Carlos?

Mariana.

Beautiful!

- The baby is dead! -man: No.

- Give it to me. Be free. - No.

-therapist: José Pedro. - Free yourself!

-Forty-three years old. - Free yourself!

He didn't want to leave his parents' house.

Until he saw himself as a baby

and decided to move forward.

[screaming]

Guadalupe.

Beautiful thing!

-She couldn't get pregnant. - You're strong!

Until she connected with her inner animal...

- You are life! -[scream]

- You are belly! - [screams]

- You are chicken! -[crowing]

...and she took care of an egg

for 28 days and nights.

- Gabriela... -Uh, yes. Yeah, yeah, I got it.

What do you want from me?

We have to work together.

You have to do exactly

what we tell you so this will work.

No. No, that...

sounds like I'm going to have to act.

-therapist: It's a performance. -But I'm terrible at that.

-Cancel that thought. -OK.

Do you love him?

Of course.

Why?

Because...

I don't know, because he's...

my best friend, he's...

the person I can talk to

about literally everything and...

and he has a lot of faith in me,

more than I've ever had in myself.

It is because of him that I left my previous job

and I became a writer.

It's because of him...

that I am who I am.

And he has blind faith in me.

Hmm.

So, now it's your turn

to believe in him.

To believe in his recovery.

But listen,

going off plan before it's time,

revealing the truth,

could be fatal to him.

Fernando: Do you accept?

[tense music]

[silence]

speaker: Code one in room 211.

[Fernando mumbles]

[Fernando mumbles] Once he wake up...

[Fernando continues mumbling]

Hmm.

[grunting]

[grunting]

[María cries] [dramatic music]

Sorry.

It's just...

I didn't know...

it was so serious.

Fernando: Well, Rodrigo...

I'll try to be

as professional as possible right now.

What do I have?

The Sumatran worm virus.

Ah, Sumatra.

That's... a very new disease.

We don't have much information yet.

But the lab results

just confirmed it.

Oh, God, why?

So, is there a cure?

Not yet.

But we're not going to give up.

We had to induce a coma to deflate your brain.

What?

I'm sick.

Fernando: Yes.

I'm sick.

I'm... sick.

Yeah, I'm not a hypochondriac, I told you.

And I told you, that I... Ah!

[Rodrigo laughs]

I'm... sick!

Oh, I can't believe it.

Did you hear that? I'm sick.

I'm sick.

I'm sick.

I'm sick?

I'm... I'm...

I'm sick and I don't want to die.

Honey, I don't wanna die.

Oh, God, please, I don't...

I don't want to die.

I don't want...

-What can we do? -You go on.

-I don't want to die, please. -No, my love.

Calm down.

-Fernando: Son. -What?

We will find the solution for this disease together, huh?

Are you sure, Dad?

What is safe in life?

Well, death, Dad, death.

-Don't say that, please. -Rodrigo: And...

And do you know what the symptoms are?

I called the few cases detected

in the few that have been found.

Intermittent deafness has been found,

-which... -[silence]

[tense music]

What? No. I can't hear you.

María, I can't hear. How long was I in a coma for, honey?

No, don't worry, please. I don't know, like...

[silence]

What? What?

How long? I can't hear you, María!

Fernando: As more cases occur in the world,

more symptoms will be discovered that...

[silence]

Huh?

And someone who has this disease,

how long do they live?

As far as we know...

[silence]

-...days. -What?

-Oh, no. I can't hear you. -María: No.

Don't hit yourself, please. No, damn it.

-Fernando: Son. -Sorry.

What's important is that you don't fall...

-[silence] -But I can't...

I can't hear you, Dad!

But I can hear everything else.

I can hear all the background sounds.

Fernando: It's worse than I thought.

In addition to intermittent deafness,

you have selective deafness.

[silence]

[tense music]

Honey, no, no... I can't hear you.

[Rodrigo sobs]

[tense music ends]

-Here, son. -What's that?

You're gonna need it.

OK.

OK.

[suspense music]

This will make him drop dead.

What?

-Dead asleep. -Ah.

[suspense music ends]

María: Welcome home. [laughs]

-Are you OK? -Rodrigo: Yeah.

María: Yes?

Give me a second and I'll go with you

-up the stairs. -I'm going to sit in

-the living room. -Uh...

Wouldn't you rather go to bed to get some rest?

-No, I don't feel well.

OK, I'll help you.

Give me your hand...

There. Good.

Well...

Here we are. Let's enjoy being home.

Even if it's just for a while.

And everything will be fine.

Tomorrow you're going to feel so much better.

-Yes. -We'll be able

to be together and relax.

Even if it's just a little. [laughs]

Look...

-What is that? -This is for...

your hearing problem.

For the eardrum.

It deflates the eardrum.

I don't understand, I can hear fine now.

See? It's already having an effect.

I haven't even taken it yet.

Remember, it's an internal hearing problem...

[silence]

Ah, it's back.

[choking]

María: That's it, perfect.

OK, now try to breathe and relax.

-Breathe deeply. -OK.

Let the pill take effect.

Relax a bit.

[whispers] Rodrigo.

Rodrigo. [clears throat]

Hey!

[whispers] Honey.

OK.

[whispers] Rodrigo. [raises voice] Rodrigo, Rodrigo.

[screams] Rodrigo!

Oh.

It's... [pushing]

Oh, God.

[comical music]

[pushing]

Watch your head. That's it.

[sighs]

[comical music continues]

[pushes]

[active music]

WRITE A LIST OF NEW SYMPTOMS

OF THE FICTIONAL SUMATRAN WORM VIRUS

[active music continues]

SUMATRAN WORM VIRUS ALERT

Cases have been reported surrounding Southeast Asia.

Experts fear that the virus spreads quickly

because of the ease with which it is transmitted.

[active music continues]

-delivery guy: Hello. -Hello, good evening.

Thank you.

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music ends] [screams]

María: Oh, no, no, no, no.

You were having a horrible nightmare, poor thing.

-Rodrigo: What? -Yes.

Well, I felt like someone hit me.

María: How strange.

Must be the fever. You must have a fever.

Rodrigo: Yeah? A fever? What...?

I have a fever?

-How high? -Let's see.

What? How high?

-Forty two. -What? Forty two?

I must be delirious.

-I'll get a wet towel, OK? -OK.

[Rodrigo trembles]

[phone rings]

[exhales]

THE SUMATRAN WORM VIRUS ARRIVES IN MEXICO

[suspense music]

[tense music]

Ah.

No. [groaning]

Oh, no.

Honey?

Everything OK?

Eh...

Don't worry, wash up, it's fine.

-OK. -María: OK.

I'll clean up here, OK?

OK.

María: Are you OK?

Rodrigo: Oh, no!

-What? -No, my sculpture.

I can barely hear and now I can barely see.

I need you to calm down

and remember that...

Honey, I'm here.

-OK? -Yes.

Remember that...

María, I can't hear you.

Honey, I can't hear you!

Wait.

What? Please make the text bigger.

IT'S INTERMITTENT DEAFNESS. RELAX AND IT WILL COME BACK.

BREATHE DEEP

-Better? -Yes.

-Did you hear me? -Yes, I heard you.

That means it's working.

It took me two years to make that sculpture.

Yeah. Well, when you get better you'll be able

to make plenty of dog sculptures.

-Horse. -Horses.

Well, if I make it.

Don't say that. It's a new disease

and science advances very quickly.

Yes, this disease also advances very quickly.

-Honey. -Yes.

I want you to be calm.

And to achieve this,

I'm going to have to ask a very big favor.

What?

No matter how horrible this gets.

You have to promise me you're not going to look

for any information on the disease online. OK?

I just don't want you getting carried away.

Rodrigo: Oh, no.

You're absolutely right.

Yes, so...

-To the bathroom. -Yes.

-María: Here. -Yeah, I'm going.

Are you OK?

-I'm going to... -[thud]

Sorry, keep going...

straight, don't...

OK, I'll...

[soft music]

reporter: Cases have been reported

in the surrounding regions of Southeast Asia.

Experts fear that the virus spreads quickly

because of the ease with which it is transmitted.

woman: I just got back from Southeast Asia

and I learned a lot like about spaces...

Stupid girl.

reporter: The first reported symptoms include

intermittent deafness, fever, stiffness in the neck,

and moles that look blue ink stains.

Less than six hours ago a new SEPA has been reported

called Sumatra plus vax.

It includes new symptoms such as:

intermittent vision,

loss of sphincter control,

- and swelling of the feet. -Oh, no.

[complains]

[dramatic music]

No, no!

Oh, no, honey, do you feel OK?

Rodrigo: I have all the new symptoms.

My shoes don't fit.

My feet are huge.

Call my dad, please.

You went online, didn't you?

[mumbles]

-Excuse me? -Just a little bit,

just a little.

Oh, sweetie,

don't worry, everything will be fine, OK?

It is not so serious.

Not that serious? My toes are huge.

María: I know. Yeah, it looks awful.

-They're hitting... -María: I got it, I got it.

María: Relax. [shushes]

Fernando: Follow it.

No. Don't move your head, just your eyes.

So?

Now the other side. Center.

Now to the other side. No, don't move your head.

-Don't move your head. -Sorry, sorry!

There.

Very good, very good.

Stick your tongue out.

More. Open your mouth. Wider.

[choking]

[waste basket]

Good. Thank goodness.

You have all but one symptom.

Not too bad.

And what is that?

In many patients they have detected

a feeling of confusion

regarding location and identity, Claudio.

Who is Claudio?

What do you mean "who is Claudio"?

-You're Claudio. -No, I'm Rodrigo.

Honey, I've told you many times...

[silence]

I can't hear you, María.

[tense music]

Can you hear me, Claudio?

I'm Rodrigo, I'm not Claudio, María.

-It's not funny, Claudio. -What's wrong with you?

You're all crazy... Wait.

Hold, please, look at me.

Look, look, look. OK, who...

It reads,

"Castillo Torres Claudio." What?

You're Claudio. You've always been Claudio, Claudio,

and we call you Clau.

No. I'm Rodrigo.

-Fernando: Claudio. -Claudio.

Rodrigo: Dad, I'm...

I'm Rodrigo.

[mumbles]

No. I'm Rodrigo, Rodrigo.

Why? Why?

No, honey.

[mysterious music]

Honey, is everything OK?

It's just that my clothes...

In the other side.

María: The right side, like always.

It's just...

My clothes normally...

are on that side.

But now yours are there

and I don't understand...

Honey, is everything OK?

[gasping scared]

Weren't you here a minute ago?

No, honey.

-No? -María: No.

We were talking about...

my clothes... my clothes have always been on this side

and now yours are here.

[laughing]

But I'm sure...

[gasping scared]

[panting]

[panting]

Honey, is everything OK?

[screams]

Is this the first time you've enter the room?

Yes, love.

[snorting]

Come.

Come, sit next to me, please.

-Honey. -What is it?

-I'm here, I'm here. -Honey.

Here.

[panting]

We have to accept what is coming.

No.

The virus is advancing very quickly.

[deep breath]

And I usually do one thing

with you.

It would calm me down.

[snorting]

I'm listening.

salesman: Lead lined, English oak,

which makes it

absolutely airtight.

It's expensive! It's expensive.

I won't lie to you.

But you have to give yourself the luxuries of life, right?

Honey, just what I think you don't want.

If I understand correctly, the coffin is for you, right?

-Well, isn't it obvious? -Of course.

Of course. My apologies.

Fine.

Well, I think I have something that can boost your mood.

Please come with me to my office.

Go ahead.

-Sorry. -It's OK, it's OK.

-This way. This way. -[thudding]

[nervous laughter]

-Go ahead. -Yes.

-No, don't worry. -María: Excuse me?

-Yes. -Sir.

Go ahead. You too.

-María: We'll just see... -This is

the Honeymoon pack that we're releasing next

Valentine's Day.

But in view of the urgency, and just for you,

I can move up the promotion and give you

half off the second coffin.

What do you think?

Both are made of oak. Solid.

With the details in metal covered in yellow gold.

In addition, it includes a two-year warranty.

-Not for one, but two. -We'll take it.

No, honey...

Honey...

-Deal. -Deal.

Thank you very much, but we don't have the money

for such a hefty expense.

Yes, we do. The savings for the Europe trip.

Seriously?

Sure, honey, don't worry.

Rodrigo: Everything will be fine.

When I die,

the life insurance will allow you to have

a better quality of life than what we have now.

You'll be able to write all you want

without worrying about being given

an advance by publishers.

María: Yeah, well, I'm not so sure about that.

Rodrigo: Don't worry, we have the money.

-I've got it all figured out. -We don't have it.

salesman: Well, since we're here,

our funeral home has an agreement

with the cemetery Garden of Silence. Two for one.

But I'll give you extra space for a third party.

Because I like you, guys.

Well, one second,

while I go get the papers so everything is affirmed.

-Congratulations. -Thank you.

-salesman: Excellent purchase. -Thank you.

OK, honey.

I feel like...

Ready, thank you.

I feel like I've had a stone lifted from on top of me.

Rodrigo: I feel good.

Honey.

I think you need to know something.

All this is...

Rodrigo: Is what?

[tense music]

It's...

It's very sad.

It's very sad.

Yes, but it doesn't have to be.

You don't have to think about it anymore,

let's enjoy the time we have.

-Of course. -Let's get dressed up

and go out for dinner.

I'm not going to talk about diseases.

I am well aware that, if these are my last days,

I want to spend them with the woman I love.

Mary,

you're the love of my life.

[nostalgic music]

salesman: Excuse me.

We're going take some measurements.

-OK. -OK, here from the shoulder.

Leave a few extra centimeters, OK?

I don't want it too tight, I'll feel like...

I'm not even going to notice, I'm going to be dead already.

salesman: Yes.

[laughing]

[grumbling]

I want the lobster, please.

OK.

Lobster? Are you sure, honey?

Yes. I always wanted to try it,

but I haven't because of pollution.

It doesn't matter anyway.

Excuse me. Can you bring me a glass of water?

-Right away. -With ice.

-Ice? -Yes.

-Ice. -And the bottle you suggested.

-OK, thank you. -Honey.

That bottle is the most expensive on the menu.

Yes, that's why he suggested it.

[laughing]

Sweetie,

I want to apologize.

I know my yearly crises

haven't been easy on you.

But at least we have prepared for that moment.

Yes.

Rodrigo: Thank you for putting up

with me all these years.

Thank you, María.

-waiter: Excuse me. -Rodrigo: Yes.

Thank you.

In health

and in sickness.

I haven't had wine with you since...

Well, since you found out

that it can give you prostate cancer.

-Remember? -That's in the past.

Life is now.

-Yes. -Cheers.

-Cheers. -[glasses toast]

[song "Tu pelo de flores" playing]

♪ Not even your flower hair ♪

♪ Not even your starry eyes ♪

♪ Are enough ♪

♪ I always want more ♪

♪ You can go up To the highest cloud ♪

♪ And give me the suns And the wind on your back ♪

♪ I think it's true ♪

♪ You can send A card to the moon ♪

♪ Asking for advice That you don't need ♪

♪ What you give me ♪

♪ Give it your all And give it to me now ♪

♪ The more I have ♪

♪ The more I want ♪

♪ Not even your flower hair ♪

♪ Not even your star eyes ♪

♪ Nor your colorful voice ♪

♪ Not even the most beautiful moon ♪

♪ Is enough ♪

♪ I always want more ♪

[music slowly fades out]

You haven't kissed me like that in a long time.

I've never felt so alive.

Nor so dead at the same time.

[birds chirping]

[cheerful music]

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU SO, SO MUCH

María: We went to buy coffins.

Plural, coffins.

So, sorry, but this has to end.

I have to tell Rodrigo the truth.

Cancel that thought.

I can't cancel the thought,

I feel like the worst person of the world.

Rodrigo is convinced he's going to die,

-and that... -Is he making

the relationship feel fresh?

No.

Well... [laughing]

Yes.

In fact, last night...

What does that have to do with anything?

The madness.

The seed of love is always madness,

beautiful madness.

The fruit that is harvested before it's ready, María,

will never reach its best version.

That is why, if you lift the veil now,

the consequences could be fatal.

Is that what your conscious soul wants, María?

[tense music]

[door closing]

Honey.

I'm home. Are you upstairs?

Honey.

Honey?

Honey.

Honey.

Honey!

[laughing]

Silly goose. I've been calling you.

Sorry, my muse.

You scared me.

I was very focused listening to my inner voice.

I was doing this.

[laughing]

Do you get it?

-María: Yes, it's... -It's my love.

An abstract version of the concept?

No. It's my love.

I mean, you.

Oh, wow. [laughing]

OK...

I didn't know you were capable of this.

Neither did I.

[laughing]

Thank you. The...

-Careful. -Yes, yes.

Hold on a second.

OK.

Let's see.

OK. Look, immortalized

before we drop it, like the dog.

-Horse. -The horse, of course.

I always dreamed of having lots of sculptures

and displaying them in an art gallery.

I don't know why I waited so long to do it.

And I don't know why it took me so long to do this.

You are the woman of my life.

[romantic music]

I want to wait for you in eternity.

María.

Will you marry me?

[music continues]

The Sumatra worm virus doesn't exist.

-What? -It's...

It was all a...

rouse by your dad.

Like a kind of shock therapy

so that you will stop collapsing

every anniversary of the death of your mom.

You... Your name

isn't really Claudio, it's Rodrigo.

Yes, and your eyes are fine.

The thing is I just changed your contact lenses

and that's why you've been seeing blurry

and everything that's happened is a farce.

-What? -And your feet aren't swollen.

And I changed your shoes for some...

That are size six.

I know. It was all a plan.

It was all a plan for you to get better,

but now that I'm saying it out loud,

it seems like a plan for everything

except making you feel better.

Then why do I wake up all soaked in me?

Honey, I wet the bed.

-You're peeing the bed too? -No, Rodrigo.

How can you be so naive?

My name is Claudio.

[music continuing]

host: The first reported symptoms ar e

intermittent deafness, fever,

- stiffness in the neck... -I don't understand. What?

The news videos you saw on YouTube.

I made them.

-What? -What about what?

With AI, Rodrigo, the same way

I made Sylvester Stallone sing

"Happy Birthday to you" on your birthday.

Now you're going to tell me that wasn't Sylvester Stallone.

How could Sylvester Stallone

sing to you in Spanish?

Because actors are very well prepared.

He was dressed as Rocky Balboa,

a movie that was filmed like 50 years ago.

He's full of Botox, of course

-it could have been him. -María: Come on.

Your intermittent deafness.

You never had it.

It was me doing this...

[silence]

Oh, no. The deafness is back.

I'm just opening my mouth

and I'm not making any sound.

Forgive me, you're entering a crisis...

-and I know how to control it. -María: No!

Look at me, please.

One second.

[music continuing]

-Dad. -Fernando: Hi, son.

I'm here with María

and she's telling me that this is all a farce.

-Exactly. -That she made

-the news videos... -I did it.

...using AI!

Fernando: No, it's just normal that she's scared.

I think the diagnosis really affected her.

Get some rest, because stress

only makes the symptoms worse.

Thanks, Dad.

Honey.

I know it's hard to accept my illness,

but I need my wife by my side.

And for that to happen,

you have to come out of this denial...

You're not sick! OK?

You are not sick. You've never been sick, Rodrigo.

We made this stupid plan,

and you know the worst part?

That you believed absolutely everything,

and I'm going to tell you why.

Because it's all in your head.

[snorting]

When I'm dead, you're going to regret

having said this to me.

Not if you kill me first with all this stress.

Rodrigo: Oh! Accept it, I'm going to die!

[gasping]

-Rodrigo, your face. -Rodrigo: My name is

Claudio, damn it.

Your face. Honey, your face!

Rodrigo: What?

[suspenseful music]

[screaming]

[screaming]

María: Oh! Honey.

Sweetie. Rodrigo!

Rodrigo!

Honey.

[hospital monitor]

Honey?

[laughing]

You fainted again.

-My face. -No, you look perfect.

[stuttering] You're fine.

Fernando: Easy, easy, son.

You had a little paralysis, but you're all right now.

It's over.

-It's over. -OK.

I think I peed myself again.

No, that's impossible.

What is it now?

I think there's more than pee.

[stuttering] Wow.

Was it you?

-Nurse! -Rodrigo: No.

No, please don't call anyone,

how embarrassing.

Fernando: Easy, son.

It's normal.

What do you mean, normal?

nurse: Doctor, is everything OK?

We don't need you here.

[stuttering] Please leave, miss.

Fernando: Leave. I'll call you later.

-OK, let me know, doctor. -Thank you.

Let me.

No, sweetie.

What is it?

Honey?

What? [grunting]

-It can't be. -What can't be?

[ominous music]

-What? -I can't feel my legs.

María, I can't feel my legs.

[Fernando stuttering] What's going on?

I don't feel my legs, Dad!

María: Please, don't...

[stuttering] Relax, you should try to, try to...

I can't feel them, María.

Don't worry, I heard you.

Let's try to breathe, everything will be fine.

-María: They'll examine you. -Dad.

-Examine him. -Fernando: Let's see.

[music continues]

-Do you feel this? -No.

Do you feel this?

[whispering] No.

-Do you feel this? -[whimpering] No.

-Fernando: What about this? -I don't...

-And this? -Fernando, what are you doing?

[music continues]

[heartbeat increasing]

[Rodrigo grunting]

Dad?

I'm paralyzed, aren't I?

[music continues]

This isn't somatization, is it?

María: Is it?

-Then he's drugged. -Fernando: I don't know.

Rodrigo: I can't feel my arms.

Honey!

No!

-Nurse! -Honey!

Rodrigo: I can't move.

-I can't move. -María: Please help!

[music stops]

There was a reason for each element of the treatment.

Every symptom was pointing

to a problem with Rodrigo's psyche.

The glasses with greater magnification

were to understand

that he wasn't seeing his life with clarity.

therapist: The small shoes

made him feel like it was time to grow up.

Fake urine,

would make him understand

that he was behaving like a baby.

The name change,

was to reaffirm his own identity.

But, obviously,

feeling that nobody believed him

Rodrigo began to somatize his state in life.

I warned you.

Lifting the veil too soon

could have disastrous consequences.

However, there is a solution.

It happens all the time in nature.

When animals feel threatened,

they have two possibilities.

To be paralyzed by fear

or to start living.

What we have to do now

is to transform Rodrigo into an animal that runs.

-The one who dares to live. -María: No.

No, no more games,

Rodrigo stays in the hospital,

and you two are going to stop experimenting with him.

No, no, no, we can't do that.

-Fernando: No. -María: Yes, yes we can

because I'm his wife, and he stays in the hospital.

I'm leaving. Thank you.

Fernando: María! [stuttering]

[grunting] María.

[door closing]

Fernando.

[keyboard]

[grunting]

Fernando: May I sit down?

Of course.

María.

You know Rodrigo better than anyone else.

Honestly...

Honestly, I'm scared.

We've made him face his worse fears

and it backfired.

He is resigned.

And I'm afraid

that he'll only get worse.

Well, you should have thought of that before.

Remember, we're in this together.

The three of us, if you include that psychopath.

[exhaling] I have a solution.

Rodrigo's worst fear is not almost dying.

It's dying.

Actually dying.

That's his worst nightmare.

Well, it would be very complicated

to simulate a situation like that.

therapist: Stop that thought.

María: Where did you come from?

Crisis.

[ominous music]

We have a method to heal him.

OK.

To kill him?

That's your solution?

The only way to reborn

is to die.

And for that we need you.

No, a thousand times over.

We've ruined his psyche enough.

Do you think everything is the same?

Even with your partner completely paralyzed

for the rest of this life?

No, of course not.

Paralysis starts with the physical body.

Then words.

He will stop talking,

and he'll be trapped in his body.

María, we don't have much time

before Rodrigo definitively

can't come back.

[music continues]

No, God.

[music stops]

Prior funerals.

-Funerals? -Prior.

Prior funerals.

salesman: We use it when the funeral precedes the death.

Don't worry.

It's not my first time.

Your first time what?

Oh, well, you know.

Doing business with people like you.

Excuse me?

People in your line of business.

-Oh. -[agreeing]

I'm not following.

Of course.

[whispering] The less the better.

And when the police come, I'll take care of it.

-No, I don't want the police. -Exactly.

I have the people and the technology

for your every needs.

-Cheers. -No.

Don't worry.

I want a coffin.

-You'll have it. -And a funeral.

You'll have that too. [exhaling]

[coughing]

Fernando: Father. Ave María...

You've been here for three hours.

And you haven't done anything.

Where's the hole?

[stammering]

-The dirt is quite solid. -Right.

And where are we supposed to put the coffin?

Rodrigo needs to feel like he's sinking.

I know.

Yes, because if we don't make him feel like he's sinking,

what Iris said is going to happen,

and he'll have a setback.

-Is that what you want? -Yes.

-What do you mean, yes? -No.

-Yes. -No, no.

No.

I know.

I have a friend who owes me his life.

María: I see.

-You don't have a say. -Fernando: Hi, good morning.

I'm Dr. Castillo.

Is your boss there?

[car engine]

[truck horn]

The king of the forklift in person.

And the princess.

Oh, sorry, sorry, of course the princess.

How is the best urologist in the world, huh?

VIP treatment for my doctor.

Here's your forklift.

Have I told you how many times he has saved me life?

Dad, I don't want to hear the story

that you tell me every single time, thank you.

I'm late for the party,

-can we go now? -man: Yes, yes, honey.

And do you need a special operator to...

Of course not, Doc, no.

It practically drives itself.

I actually learned when I was seven,

-right? -Absolutely.

I don't mean to pry, dear Doc.

I haven't heard from your son.

In fact, I'm quite upset with your son,

he promised to install the lift for my car

and then, nothing.

He's indisposed.

[ominous music]

[buzzing]

Fernando: Son.

I want to try a new technique.

To see if you regain your mobility.

What?

Don't worry,

just relax.

[music continues]

Perfect.

[music stops]

María: When do you think the anesthesia will wear off?

Fernando: Anytime now. It was just for the transfer.

[heart monitor]

Fernando: He's awake.

-OK. -[Rodrigo groaning]

María: Come on. Come on.

[María exhaling]

FUNERAL PARLOR

[crying]

María: My God.

Fernando: A child shouldn't go before their parent.

[crying]

[heart monitor]

Fernando: Son.

My son isn't reacting.

[Rodrigo grunting]

-María: No! -No.

[María whispering] He can't talk.

[inaudible]

-We can't lose focus. -I know, but...

[indistinct mumbling]

Oh, son!

Fernando: Doctor!

-doctor: Don't worry. -What's going on?

I'll examine him.

Let's see.

[flat line]

[Rodrigo grunting]

salesman: He's gone.

[ominous music]

No, no, no, no, no, no!

[crying continues]

Fernando: Time of death?

6:12 a.m.

salesman: What is it?

No, dude, not extreme anointing.

Wait outside, wait outside.

We have to take him to the morgue.

[María whispering] To the morgue.

Say goodbye, say goodbye.

No, sweetie.

María: I can still hear him.

[music continues]

María: Goodbye, honey.

Goodbye, son, goodbye, goodbye.

[music stops]

salesman: Nurse.

-nurse 2: Dr. Molina... -salesman: Stop the elevator!

[Rodrigo grunting]

nurse 2: Dr. Molina to the annex.

[doctor whispering] Ready, ready.

-[elevator bell] -[recorded voice] Going down.

-[thud] -[groaning]

[recorded voice] Minus one.

- Minus two. -[thud]

[recorded voice] Morgue.

[playful music]

[recorded male voice] Lupita, move those bodies.

[Rodrigo groaning]

salesman: We have a body.

put it next to the other bodies while I look for a space.

[Rodrigo groaning]

[recorded male voice] Prepare Mrs. Valencia for an autopsy.

[dry heaving]

Watch out, there's another body there.

[grunting]

[music continues]

[different voice] A space has opened up.

[music continues]

[groaning]

María: I don't know how I'll live without you.

[Rodrigo complaining]

The funeral parlor people are here.

[woman voice] Is the body bag ready for transfer?

[man voice] Yes.

[music continues]

[music fades]

Goodbye, honey.

[grunting]

María: OK. You can close the bag.

[grunting]

[music stops]

[Rodrigo groaning]

-[squeaking] -[ambulance siren]

[whispering] Good job.

We'll be waiting for you at home.

Trust us.

[Rodrigo groaning]

[whispering] Thank you.

[creaking]

[Rodrigo groaning]

[siren continues]

-[thud] -[tires screeching]

[Rodrigo groaning]

Let's get into it.

[playful music]

[muffled screaming]

Can you do it right?

[music continues]

[music continues]

The bride is ready.

[Rodrigo grunting]

[music ends]

[priest] Welcome.

We have gathered here today to join

our brother Claudio

who has left us

for eternal rest.

Let the peace of the Messiah,

-help the Lord receive him -[groaning]

at his heavenly banquet.

Along with all his siblings.

-Children of God in heaven. -[Rodrigo groaning]

[Rodrigo moaning]

[whispering] Good job, go on, go on.

Let's help our brother

with our prayers.

[groaning]

[in Latin] "Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy Kingdom come.

And forgive us our trespasses,

For thine is the kingdom,

the power and the glory for ever and ever.

Amen."

[grunting]

therapist: Your turn, María.

María: My turn? Now?

Go on!

-therapist: Unwrap yourself. -I'm on it.

María: Thank you.

Dude.

Go, go, there, there...

Pay attention, dude.

Fernando: You tell me.

Love.

[movement noise]

You left us in such

[Rodrigo moans]

an unforeseen way and...

And now there's

an art gallery, honey,

that's interested in your sculpture.

Yes, in fact, I uploaded the photo to my Instagram and...

they contacted me, so...

-They contacted me, so... -[groans]

it's such a shame that it has to be

a posthumous showing.

[moans]

[thud]

María: Stop pounding the coffin, please.

-[squeaking] -[machine motor]

[choking scream]

[music]

[moans]

[thud]

[breathes with difficulty]

[shouts]

[cries]

[tense music]

What is happening?

This is the first time something like this has happened to me.

Maybe...

he really wants to die.

-What? -[cries]

therapist: I don't understand why he doesn't react.

I'm going to tell him the truth.

No, whatever will be, will be.

[nods]

You are crazy.

Mary...

María: Honey, um...

This is all a show.

Okay? It's...

it's absurd, it's staging, honey.

Honey, you can come out of there,

just get up and come out.

Because you are alive, honey.

-Rodrigo. -[beats]

therapist: Did you want followers?

-Rodrigo, you're fine. -therapist: How are you?

OK? You're fine, Honey.

- Rodrigo, do you hear me? -[thud]

therapist: ...let the camera run,

but really

María suffers from...

María: Rodrigo.

Rodrigo.

[Iris murmurs]

María: Damn it, leave that, ridiculous.

Fernando: You know what's ridiculous?

[Rodrigo screams]

My son!

My son is ridiculous!

Lying there, not moving!

Not talking!

Perfectly

alive!

Fernando: He has nothing to live for.

Just to bury it.

No!

[cries hard]

María: Enough! Enough!

♪ Not even your flower hair ♪

♪ Not even your starry eyes ♪

-[cries] - ♪ Colored light ♪

♪ Are enough ♪

♪ I always want more ♪

[cries]

[cries]

♪ You can go up To the highest cloud ♪

♪ Paint me the suns ♪

♪ I miss them so much ♪

♪ I miss them so much ♪

[triumphant music]

♪ Give me everything ♪

♪ And give it to me now ♪

♪ The more I have the more I want ♪

♪ The more I want ♪

[moans]

[shouts]

[shouts]

Rodrigo: I'm alive!

[coughs]

Fernando: You're healed!

[panting]

[gasps]

All this is a farce?

Yes, I knew you could do it.

therapist: Everything is perfect, thank you!

-Who are you? -Your therapist, a pleasure.

I don't know what's going on.

Fernando: The therapist I hired

to cure your hypochondria.

Who has taught you how to dance in the complexity of life.

Welcome to the new beginning.

Yes, everything you see here

is part of your psychoperformatic journey.

[stutters]

-This is not a cemetery. -Fernando: It's my house.

It's... your childhood home.

What? What you're doing to me is very serious.

Honey, we just wanted to help you.

Help?

Did you think that by killing me you were helping me?

Fernando: Don't exaggerate! We did it for you!

[Rodrigo sobs]

And what about the gallery?

Was that another one of your performances?

No, that's true.

I mean, it's a...

small gallery, but they were interested

in your sculpture and...

they want a meeting.

It's not like the Stallone thing?

No.

You always believed in me as a writer and...

I feel like I didn't support you

on your journey as an artist.

You think I'm an artist?

Yes.

-Fernando: Son. -Don't touch me!

How dare you do this to me?

I'm not a fucking guinea pig!

Get away from me!

-Stop! -María: Hey!

Rodrigo: Bravo!

Bravo, you made it.

I'm officially crazy!

-Where are you going? -Fernando: To his tree.

María: No, honey.

Honey.

Honey, please get down.

What are you doing?

I want to be as far from you as possible.

You are acting irrationally!

Rodrigo: Irrational?

Me, irrational?

I'm the only one who hasn't

admitted to something here.

Yeah? I want to see the diseases, damn it!

Rodrigo: Those diseases were real... [scream]

[shouts]

[thud]

-Son, son! -María: Honey.

You die to be born again.

María: No, tell me he's breathing.

Call an ambulance! Now.

Die to be born again.

Everything's going to be all right.

-Okay, honey. -therapist: Die

to be born again.

-María: Honey, damn. -therapist: Die

to be born again.

You die to be born again.

[ambulance siren]

Ah! Ah!

-[savoring] -What? What? What?

-What? -It's hot.

Fernando: Oh, son, sorry.

[gasps]

[voice changes] Now.

-Here comes the airplane! -[laughs]

Here comes the airplane!

Ahm!

Rodrigo: Thank you, Dad.

[music]

-Soup? -Rodrigo: Yes.

[voice changes] Another, another, another.

Go, go, go, the airplane, the airplane.

Ah!

Fernando: Yes, here comes the airplane.

Here comes the airplane.

editor: María.

You are paralyzed.

You're stuck on an idea that's old news.

We need a topic that's...

fresh, personal.

Something with real pain.

[laughing]

[music]

IDEAS FOR NEW BOOK

A WOMAN TRYING TO SURVIVE HER PARTNER'S HYPOCHONDRIA

[laughing]

Fernando: Finish the fucking soup.

-Come on. -Rodrigo: Calm down, dad.

-Come on. -Come on already.

We just had a really nice moment

and now you're ruining it.

Ruining it? You won't finish your soup.

-Give me my soup, please! -I'm giving you the soup.

Don't drop it, it's hot.

Damn it, nurse.

-Come feed him the soup. -Nurse!

-Nurse, nurse! -Nurse, come here,

-This is my dad! -Fernando: Nurse!

[they speak at the same time]

Fernando: Shut up now!

[they speak at the same time]

MARÍA, I'M DYING

María: They say that only a woman

who gives birth without anesthesia,

can understand the pain of a man with the flu.

[laughs] Yeah...

I think that everyone who's present here today

agrees that men

are the weaker sex.

I got one with hypochondria

and I thought that only happened to me.

So I'm very surprised

that this story has connected

with so many women and that

we're here today to celebrate

one million copies sold.

[applause]

María: Thank you very much.

We... we have time for one more question.

Oh, you.

Rodrigo: Hello.

In the book,

Rodrigo seems like a very nasty guy.

Oh, yes.

Insufferable.

Insufferable, crybaby.

-Deranged, very... -OK, OK, OK.

We get it.

Rodrigo: I would like to know

how you stayed

with someone like that for so long.

What's your name?

Claudio.

Well, Claudio.

Falling in love with flesh is easy.

Anyone can do it.

But loving the skeleton

is different.

Unfortunately we don't see

that which isn't pretty, but it sustains us.

I love Rodrigo's skeleton.

And that's why I can put up with the bad.

Because the good

is so good.

I love your skeleton too.

Ladies and gentlemen,

with you here,

Claudio, my Rodrigo.

-[applause] -[whistles]

[music]

-[applause] -[whistles]

I love you.

-I love you. -I love you so much.

I love you so much.

[music continues]

[applause]

MARÍA, I'M DYING

[music continues]

[music ends]

["Tu pelo de flores" begins]

♪ Not even your flower hair ♪

♪ Not even your starry eyes Are enough ♪

♪ I always want more ♪

♪ You can go up To the highest cloud ♪

♪ Paint me the suns I miss them so much ♪

♪ You won't surprise me ♪

♪ Give me everything And give it to me now ♪

♪ The more I have ♪

♪ The more I want ♪

♪ Not even your flower hair ♪

♪ Not even your starry eyes Are enough ♪

♪ I always want more ♪

♪ You can send A card to the moon ♪

♪ Asking for advice That you don't need ♪

♪ You won't surprise me ♪

♪ Give me everything And give me now ♪

♪ The more you say ♪

♪ The more I want ♪

[music continues]

[music continues]

♪ Not even your flower hair ♪

♪ Not even your starry eyes Are enough ♪

♪ I always want more ♪

♪ You can go up To the highest cloud ♪

♪ Paint me the suns I miss them so much ♪

♪ You won't surprise me ♪

♪ You can send A card to the moon ♪

♪ Asking for advice That you don't need ♪

♪ You won't surprise me ♪

♪ Give me everything And give me now ♪

♪ That the more you say ♪

♪ I want much more more ♪

♪ Not even your flower hair ♪

♪ Not even your starry eyes ♪

♪ Not even your colored voice ♪

♪ Not even the most Beautiful life It's enough ♪

♪ I always want more ♪

["Tu pelo de flores" ends]

When my sculptures broke,

it was such a tragedy.

Until I saw the opportunity to transform their story

with the Japanese technique of kintsugi.

I had to break myself

to reassemble myself and then heal myself.

Each of the repaired sculptures

represents resilience,

reminding us that our wounds

can become our strengths

and make us more human.

Today, I am a man freed from his hypochondria.

My only obsession is art.

Thank you.

Does anybody else have a question?

[lullaby]

[music ends]