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You've got the keys, right?

-Me?
- Yeah.

Hold on.

Wait. I've got them.

OCTOBER 21, 2015

WEDNESDAY

Shit. It won't come out.

You try, please.

Wow, smells musty in here!

It's been closed for a year.

Needs some ventilation.

What's wrong?

- It's broken.
- Where do we sleep?

In there. It's the biggest room.

I'll set up in my dad's old room.

OK.

So, let's hear it.

What do you think of the house?

I think this smell's not
going anywhere, Jose.

And there's still luggage
in the car.

There's no signal!

How come there's no signal?
There used to be.

Shit.

Hey.

Hey, you!

Hemingway!

Come over here and lend a hand.

So?

Can't get that cork out?

What did Dad say about the corkscrew?

That if it's not in the kitchen,
there isn't one.

And that we drink too much wine...

- that we shouldn't drink so much.
- Perfect.

Laia's falling asleep on the couch.

Did she eat anything?

Yeah, three pieces of shrimp
and some chocolate milk.

That's not a meal!

- What's taking Dad so long?
- He's fixing the toilet.

Not even on his birthday!

Go ask Olga to turn the oven off, please.

Jeez, Vicente!

I've written chapters faster than that!

You're looking nice and relaxed, brother.

You finish your novel
and you're a different man.

You read it yet?

Not yet.

Look! This is how my dad
would protect the grapes.

With the reviews I sent him!

- You're so sweet.
- How about that?

Well...

Once he'd read them, what else
was he supposed to do?

But do you think he read them?
He didn't!

So, Borja called me...

I know what that smell is.

- Do you have a signal?
- No, I don't...

- I need to call him back.
- Well, I don't have a signal.

Might be a good thing. I don't think
we've got anything ready for him.

- What's the smell?
- The toilet, it's leaking.

I've turned the water supply off and

I'm going to mop up.

Thanks.
My dad was going to fix it, but...

Vicente's bringing a new one, I think.

- Do we have anything for Borja or what?
- I'll think of something!

See if there's any wine!

- Should I open another one?
- Better not.

This is awful, Jose.

We're here to empty this place, right?
So, let's empty it.

- There's lots to do.
- Yeah.

Everything that didn't fit in Valencia
ended up here.

Looks like a small museum,
right?

That porcelain dove
is an interesting piece.

A gift from an ex.

How sweet, poor thing.

You know what would be
a really good gift?

A fucking corkscrew.

I think my dad hid them from us.

Not bad, that invention of yours.

Good way to drink less.

- Shit! I can't do it, you try.
- No, no way.

- Try it.
- No, you do it.

Fine, no more drinking.

- Come on, relax.
- You're right, sorry. I'm fine.

You're gonna love Carla...

But Vicente...

You and Vicente are gonna butt heads.

It's only three days.
[ think I can handle it.

If not we can always
have a duel, right?

We went all the way
to Toledo to get those.

In our brand new Ford Fiesta.

I think that was our last trip together.

- Here.
- Thanks.

The house was ready the summer after that,

and we spent all our vacations here.

All of them, huh?

You'd have died of boredom.

Third place for copy writing,
awarded by Cervera Milk.

That's Vicente's.

Vicente?

My brother read a lot, and
he did a bit of writing, too.

He got me into all this.
He lent me the books he liked.

That's not how I
pictured him at all.

Well, I think my dad
helped him with the contest.

He worked for an ad agency
when he was young

and I think he gave him a hand.

Your dad was in advertising?

No, no.

That's what I thought for a long time.

He started working there
when he was about sixteen.

They gave him a fake driver's license
and he spent

the whole day driving around,

running errands.

He also told me he used to clean
the boss's desk.

Better than the cleaning lady, apparently.

He didn't mind
getting his hands dirty.

- I like that.
- Yeah.

I'm the asshole.

Well...

Enough of this, no?

You need to let it go.

THURSDAY

My hero.

Quit it.

See you later.

Your change of clothes, sir.

- For your convenience.
- Great, thank you.

Shit!

I'm done with the closets.
Everything's labeled.

- Check them out if you want.
- I'm sure it's fine. Thanks.

And this?

That's been dead for years.

Let's chop it down then.

Well, yeah. But I'm beat.
Can't do anything else.

- Maybe with an axe...
- An axe...

You told Vicente you'd take
care of the garden.

I tell him many things.
I say yes to whatever he says

so he'll leave me alone,
but he's not stupid...

Vicente's like my dad, he thinks
only physical work counts.

If he knew I haven't written
two words in three months...

and that my anxiety
is through the roof...

he'd probably laugh in my face.

Fine, Jose. But don't take it out on me.

Look around, Silvia.

There's no one else around.

What do I do? Keep it all inside?

Shit!

Shit.

That doesn't go there.
Trimmings don't go in the bin.

Oh. And where do they go?

You're Antonio's kid.

The middle one, yeah. Jose.

You're Manolo, right?

I was so sorry to hear about your dad.

Thank you.

Listen, sorry for asking, but...

where does that go, then?

They collect it on Fridays.
There, next to the post.

Right, thanks.

Thank you.

Thanks.

I called your dad after the surgery.

He was weak, but he seemed in good spirits.

Sure, the surgery went well.

It looked like he was pulling
through, but then he got depressed and...

He stopped fighting, I guess.

I was very fond of him.

Thank you, Manolo.

What are you going to do with the house?

Sell it, I guess.

We've come to fix it up, see
if anybody's interested.

That's a shame.

Starting March, it's really nice up here.

Yeah, I know.

Everyone has their own life,
I guess.

If you need help with anything...

No, really. Thanks, Manolo.
No-

Most of them are of my dad.

My mom didn't like
having her picture taken.

I know that album by heart.

See if you can find
the one from his army days.

The one with the Jeep.

He said it was an American model
they managed to sneak in

despite the blockade.

And this one? Jose.

The Tour of Spain in the fifties.

That year one of the cyclists
on his team won.

Thanks to him, of course!

The man did everything,

always driving.

The advertising agency, delivering sodas,
then yogurt...

His last job was in the Ford
factory nearby.

But the job he talked about the most

was when he was the chauffeur

for the Xixona nougat maker.

He drove him on business trips,

and on discreet visits to
his mistresses.

Here he is. What a piece of work.

Let me see.

- That's my dad.
- So young.

It left a mark on him.

I guess he was trying to
replicate that here.

A place for the family to get together

and have dinner under the pergola.

He had his own pergola.

When he built this, none
of us came over anymore.

It's all he could do on his own.

You're the writer, aren't you?

Yeah.

Your dad was a bit of a show-off.

He said he grew the best potatoes...

the best tomatoes...
The best everything.

And, of course, also the best children.

He was always
showing me clippings about you.

He never told me.

It's not always easy with your own kids.

Why don't you keep the house?

So, what about the fig tree?
It's not growing.

Never has.
And, boy, did he look after it!

We had another one, but it dried up.

I never got his obsession
with fig trees.

Didn't he tell you?

No. What? He told you?

Here.

Right here.

He told me that they were starved.

Your grandfather didn't earn
enough and... Juanito, was it?

- My Uncle Juan.
- That Juan had meningitis

and they went to the port
to get contraband medicine.

There was a tramway depot
near their house, right?

They dumped the broken wagons there.
Great place to play.

He'd sneak into the cabin, get
behind the controls.

He said he felt like Roberto Alcazar

from the comic book,
traveling around the world.

Next stop: Africa.

The controls aren't working.

We're trapped.

And the Redskins are attacking us!

Full steam ahead!

We're in luck! The Seventh Cavalry...

This is all very interesting, Manolo.

But I don't see the connection
with the fig tree.

Well, back by the wall, there
was an abandoned fig tree.

Apparently, he used to climb it
and stuff himself with figs.

Up there, he forgot how hungry
he was at home...

his brother's illness...

and the boy who bullied him.

Careful, Silvia.

I'm not doing anything.

What are we going to do
about Borja?

Maybe we can meet and
have a glass of wine...

And if something comes out of it, fine.
If not, it's not the end of the world.

You sure seem relaxed.

Yeah.

It's nice out here.

Yes, it is.

The house...

The house, well...
But...

The garden's beautiful.

Ema gets here tomorrow.

- You excited or what?
- She doesn't know about her present.

I don't think so.
Not if Olga hasn't said anything.

Why do you say I won't get along
with your brother?

No, the thing is...

My brother's got a temper, like you.

He's the big brother,
responsible, by the book.

But the novel...
the novel really bugged him.

He never thought his dopey brother
would get it right.

And maybe he thinks you...

'helped me out'.

All I did was get you out of the bars
and back to work, that's it.

I'm just saying what
I think he thinks.

He's pissing me off,
your brother.

I've gone all tense.
Give me a massage.

But you haven't done any work.

I've been packing boxes all day!

Hey!

What's wrong?

[ Don't know.

Don't you feel like once you turn forty...

it's all problems,
everything sucks...

it's all an uphill battle?

Take my dad.

He drops dead, all of his
frustrations unresolved..

And everything half done.

You think he was happy?

Your dad worked and got ahead, didn't he?

He started a family and provided for you.

It's important. Family.

God, don't start.

Can't wait for you to
meet Carla's girl.

- She's a handful.
- Don't!

- You're gonna love her.
- We've talked about it.

We're better than ever.

But if you want to
chew on it, do it on your own.

- I'm going inside.
- OK.

FRIDAY

Why'd you lock the gate?
Afraid of break-ins?

Good morning to you too.

- Silvia!
- Vicente...

- We just got here. Relax.
- Come on, he likes it.

- Silvia!
- Coming!

Always the lucky guy.

She's coming to your rescue.

God, she's beautiful!

She's so chic!

'She's so chic?'

You don't know the first thing about women.

You're right about that.

Shut up, will you?

Hi!

- Hey.
- Hello!

- Hey, what's up!
- How's it going?

- What's with the haircut?
- You like it?

- Love it.
- The hair's nothing...

Look what she's done to her nose.

Only cows wear that where I'm from.

And where's that, Vicente?

- It's so small, you can hardly see it.
- Right?

Hi, how are you doing? Silvia.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Thank you.

- Hi
- Love it! At last!

- So nice to meet you.
- Yes!

Who's gonna help me with the suitcases?

Right there.

Here. That's gazpacho...

By the way, brother.

What?

I've read your book.

You have?

Not much food in here.

We were thinking of going...

Get a corkscrew as well.
It's been two years since...

- Catch!
- Yeah.

Ah, OK. Yeah, these are good.

It's broken.

Broken?
I'll give you broken.

Hold there, will you?

Gently.

- You've changed your cologne.
- What?

Your cologne.
You've changed it, right?

Why are you asking?

No reason.

See? It's not broken.

The wind's blown it out of the rails.

- On three, pull it up. Ready?
- Yeah.

One, two, three.

There you go.

There.

So?

So what?

What do you think?

About the book. My book.
The one you've read.

Oh. Good, it's good.

It's well written.

"Well written'?

Don't listen to him.
He hasn't touched it.

And I've told him
a million times.

You're a cretin.

Don't be like that.

Lately we just...
we're up to our ears in work.

Look at that view, huh?

Vicente.

Vicente!

Vicente, that's good already.

Get it on tight and come over here.

That's it.

Great.

Look, Mom!

Mom!

The land's marked out!

Come on, then!
We're starving over here!

There, where your Mom, there
goes the garden.

And here goes a window?

No, here goes the fireplace.

Oh, OK.

Maybe you're right.

We can have a huge window here.

It's a great idea.

Look, you can see the sea
in the distance.

You're right!
Mom, you can see the sea!

Vicente.

Vicente!

Vicente, come!

OK.

Yes.

Great!

That's fine.
To get things started, sure.

Who is it?

Your sister, they're here.

Here? Where, here?

Here. In town.
Hold on, will you?

All right, Carla, I'll tell them.

Yeah.

Carla? Carla, it's your brother.

No, wait a minute. Listen to me!

Everything alright?

- Your sister, asking if we're eating out.
- You got a signal?

Carla, no, there's still loads to do here.

Carla, listen. Carla!

Carla, it's me again.

Don't listen to him.
Of course we're going out for lunch.

- How come you've got a signal?
- Movistar.

Right, it's not everyday
we get together.

We have to fix the roof no matter what
and we only have two days.

Why only two days?

Because they've forecast rain
for Monday, honey.

They never get it right, but
what if they do now?

- We need to fix it just in case.
- What did Carla say about lunch?

She wants us to go to a restaurant
a friend of hers just opened.

I didn't catch everything,
but apparently, it's great.

They've remodeled
this old country house...

- Sounds cool.
- Super cool.

...and it's all local products.
The food isn't just good...

- it's fantastic.
- Fine, I'm staying to fix the roof.

- And Erna's staying with me.
- Come on, Vicente.

I know you. You'll start drinking
and we'll lose the whole day.

- I don't know why we make plans...
- And I can't go?

Yes. Sorry, my mistake.

You go and enjoy yourself, sweetheart.

But be back soon.

In case I fall off the roof.
Let's see...

-That's six meters.
-Dad!

- Maybe I'll just break my legs.
- Dad!

As long as I don't fall on my head.

- Vicente, please.
- You do your thing.

- Don't mind me.
- Vicente...

I'm talking to my
daughter, if you don't mind.

Just a moment, and
then you can have her back.

That's it.
Come on, Silvia, we're leaving.

Good luck, Ema.

- Got everything?
- Yes.

- Sure? Keys?
- I have everything.

Well.

Why don't you come
with us and relax?

I am relaxed.

But this has to be ready by Monday.

Or did I miss something?

You weren't really allowed
to build here, but...

but you paid a fine and that was that.

That's how they did things.

Back then, a house
in the country was all the rage.

But there was only enough money
to pay for the concrete framework.

And we built the rest ourselves...

With crappy materials.

What's the matter,
you're not talking to me?

Is that why you want to sell it?

Did your uncle tell you that?

No, Dad.
I figured it out on my own.

Hold it tight, I'm going up.

There.

What is it?
Is it a money problem?

What is?

Selling the house.

No. The problem is
that this is a liability, Ema.

The problem is that it falls apart
if we aren't on it.

Take this wall, for example.

We all built this wall together.

Even your Aunt Carla, who
was a little kid at the time.

But people grow up and leave.

Your uncle was the first,
he went off to study away from home.

Then your Aunt Carla
started high school...

like you now, and she
came here less and less.

We started renting
the Javea apartment.

In the end, only Grandma and Grandpa
came here. Just the two of them.

Then Mom died.

And a few days later...

your grandpa got in the car...

and drove up here.
As if nothing had happened.

As if he couldn't care less
about grandma's passing.

I would come.

No, you won't, honey.

You won't.

I know how it goes. I've seen it before.

Come here. Look.

Sign your name before it dries.

Vicente!

Cristobal, how many
vermouths have you had?

Sure. I can tell you're all
having a great one.

No, there's lots to do here.
We'll find something to eat.

- Please!
- Get the tools cleaned up.

- And then we go.
- Go. Go!

No, don't put him on, I don't...

Damn.

Come down here, you'll love it.

We won't make it in time.

We've told them we're waiting for you.

I'll send you the location.

Really, I can'...

Just come here, for God's sake!
It's on us.

Vicente, get your ass down here.
Over and out.

-We eat and come right back.
-Awesome!

What a crappy road!

- He's pretty tipsy already.
- Dad, take it easy.

For Christ's sake.

Come on, right on!

- How's it going, worker bee?
- Hi!

- What have you been doing?
- Not much. The wall.

- How did it go?
- Fine.

You found it easy?

Where's the restaurant?

Just behind those pine trees.

Ema, why don't you go on ahead?
I want to chat with your uncle.

All right.

We're on the terrace, the big table.

OK.

What's with the mystery?

It's no big deal. Just...

What? What is it?

Thank you for offering to pay...

but I'll pay for my part and my family's.

- OK?
- I didn't mean to...

No worries. It's not that weird, is it?

No, not at all.

Good. That's sorted out then.

That's it. Nothing else.

- Come on! You're just in time-
- Stop it!

I was about to put the piglet in the oven.

- Let me go.
- It's so juicy, it'll melt in your mouth.

Let me go, you jerk!

Fine, go.

- What's with the face? You mad?
- Not at all.

Give me a kiss then.

- Everything all right?
- Yeah.

Now we're all here.
The responsible brother!

And the sweetest young lady!

What do you think?
Was it worth it?

- Why can't I be sweet?
- Oh, honey...

You're as pretty and smart
as can be, but sweet...

We're also celebrating that
we finally get to meet Silvia.

Jose told us all about you,
but he wouldn't bring you here.

They've been really busy, Carla.

- Vicente, don't start.
- It's true. With the book and all, right?

Here's the food.

By the way, we didn't tell you:
this is the chef's menu.

- It changes every day.
- Very good.

Excuse me. [I do it. May 1?
Thank you.

Look, brother.

Another surprise.

- Can I ask you something?
- Sure.

You and me, we're good, right?

- Of course we're good.
- Oh boy, that testosterone.

What testosterone? Don't be silly.

Say when.

Keep pouring. Don't be shy.

- Dad.
- I don't want to drive, Vicente.

Honestly.

Vicente, that's enough.

Just taste it. It's so good!

- It's good, isn't it?
- Oh, great! Mistela.

- I told you it was good.
- Let me try it.

It's really good.

Olga, should we give it to her?

OK.

Ema! Come here for a second!

- Let's do it later.
- Later how?

- Always leaving things for later.
- Laia, you come too.

- Stop eating already!
- What's up?

This is mine.

- What?
- Sit down. I wanna give you something.

Here.

Thank you.

What's this?

A birthday present.

But her birthday's in March.

The year isn't over yet.
What is it?

It's the registration for a writer's workshop

hosted by Almudena.

Grandee. Almudena Grandee.

- Whoa, brother.
- Four weeks, at the Hotel Kafka in Madrid.

Ema, you're still a little young,

but I spoke to her and she said

it won't be a problem. So...

- That's fantastic, no?
- Thank you so much!

You're welcome, sweetie.
But go hug your uncle, it was his idea.

- Thank you!
- You're welcome.

And lastly, if you don't mind...

we'd love for her to stay
with us those four weeks, right?

Full board.

This seems a bit too much, no?

Not at all. I got a good deal.

And this dream come true...
when would it be?

Easter.

Easter's not four weeks.

Well...

I spoke to her teacher
and she says it's fine.

She thinks it's a great idea.

Fine.

It's all settled then.

- She's a good writer, Vicente.
- How do you know?

You're such a jerk.

She's a good writer.

Amazing, looks like everyone
here's a good writer.

You're a good writer too, Silvia?

I read.

And I'm pretty good at it.

Let's see if I get it.

- Stop it.
- Let me talk.

I've never spoken
to a literary agent before.

- Yes.
- You're kind of a filter, right?

You read stuff...

and if you like it...

you pass it on to those at the top.

It's a bit more complicated
than that, but yes, that's it.

My job is to have good taste.

- That's a good job.
- Can we change the subject?

- Yes, please.
- Yes, yes.

We all agree on selling
the house, right?

That's what we agreed, yes.

Well, that was mainly you.

Sorry, but haven't you
considered other options?

The place is incredible.

Maybe set up a joint property
and run it as a country lodge.

That's not a bad idea.

That means remodeling the whole house,
and it's a lot of money.

- And who knows if it would work out.
- Right.

Another option is for you to keep it.

You're only half an hour away.

- Seems like a good solution.
- Or us, right?

- Or you. Or you.
- Sure.

We'd rather sell it.

We want to expand
the restaurant, don't we?

- Right. Fine. Ignore what I just said.
- Come on, give me a kiss.

We could use the money, too.

The thing is, Olga likes the beach.

And the money would help too, Vicente.

There's no need to keep secrets.

What about the money?

-There's nothing about the money.
- It's fine, honey...

but with the crisis, we had to close
the workshop at Tres Cruces.

What, the big one?

The one with the car wash?

Jeez, Vicente.
I'm sorry to hear that.

Everything's fine, don't worry. We're fine.

All right, Jose, go on.

Well, we've talked it over

and rather than letting
some stranger have it, right?

I don't know, maybe we could make an offer.

That sort of thing needs to be discussed.

That's why I brought it up.

- Without so much wine on the table.
- Fine. Right, yes.

Could I come visit?

Whenever you want, Ema.

We'd love to have you, of course.

Well, we'd love to have you all.
Any time.

- Us too?
- Yes.

Well, within reason.

- "Within reason', of course.
- Sure.

I just want to keep the house
in the family.

Because you're such a family man.

Such a family man...

that the whole time
Dad was sick, you visited three times.

- Three.
- That's enough.

I wish I'd have been there.

Trust me.
Of course I wanted to be there.

Or maybe you think it was easy
not being able to say goodbye?

It's not about saying goodbye, Jose.

This wasn't a movie, where he
sighs and closes his eyes.

We're talking months.
Months, with all the ups and downs.

Your sister here had to
close the restaurant.

Stop it already, for fuck's sake!

That's enough, Vicente!

See what you've done?

- Come on, Vicente.
- 'Come on' my ass!

- Let's go, Ema.
- Leave her out-

And again! She's not
your daughter, she's ours!

We choose her education and pay

for whatever she needs!

Maybe that's why you can afford
so many houses and courses.

Vicente, please, you're
gonna get yourself killed!

I go with him.

Overtake. You wanna overtake?
Well, go ahead.

You wanna talk about it
or just pretend everything's fine?

Fine then. Let's pretend.

There's some rosemary here.

Help me get some for the paella.

What's wrong?

Why can't I stay with you
until school starts?

What do your mom and dad say?

Dad says I can't 'cause
we have to get back early.

That's your dad.

He needs to have everything planned out.

Change upsets him.

Come over here.
Help me with this, will you?

But I like it here.

I know, sweetie.

So do l.

I'd stay here all year round.

But grandma prefers
the apartment, in case any of you drop by.

But nobody drops by, and we just
stay at home, waiting...

I'll come visit, grandpa.

Well, you'll make us very happy,
believe me.

Let me find something to...

What are you doing?

Not much. Looking through boxes.

Look.

The boat sank a long time ago.
Why would your grandpa keep this?

It's a mystery.

Or this.
The training wheels for Carla's bike.

This might be useful.
If it works.

The Search for the Cobra Empire.

The best thing for days like these.

- Cool.
- There's loads of games.

- See if there's anything you want.
- Ok.

Mom's calling you.

Mom's calling you, can't you hear her?

Come here. Help me out with this.

That's it. Press hard.

- Like this?
- Yes.

Good.

See? Everything in its place.

Mom's waiting.

- Your mother's a pain.
- Mom's not a pain.

This is a record player, right?

We used to call it a 'record eater'.

Have we got any of those big batteries?
Like so?

I think so. Let me see.

Shit, I hope it works.

I love the crackling noises.
Can I keep it?

I would think so.

But given what happened, maybe
we should ask your uncle first.

So dumb.

Grandpa loved Grandma.

He just felt less alone here
than in the apartment.

And I know I say it a lot, but
I do like it here.

Nobody bothers me here.

You messed up big time, Vicente.

They chose you as the messenger.

You messed up, Vicente!

I'm glad it's you.

And Jose?

They both left, something about a meeting.

It was a miracle dragging him out here.

God.

It hasn't been easy, has it?

No.

It hasn't. It hasn't been easy at all.

The day Dad died...

- What?
- The day he died, I was there.

Yes, I had a pediatrician appointment.

It was about ten when
he went into a coma and...

I called you, but the doctor came in
and I had to hang up.

The thing is, he asked me if we wanted
to try and resuscitate him...

Or sedate him and let him go.

And the guy just stood there...

waiting for an answer.

And Dad...

He looked so tired.

The rest is a blur.

- I was so nervous.
- Vicente, please.

SATURDAY

Mommy!

Mommy!

- Mommy!
- Laia!

Laia, what are you doing?

What are you doing up?
It's too early.

Daddy's dead.

Don't be silly.

He is! He's dead!

I open his eye like this
and he won't move!

Come on. Really.

It's true, look.

Stop it.
You're gonna wake everyone up.

- He really is dead!
- Laia, come here!

- Careful.
- Why's everything broken?

Because we don't look after things.
And if you don't look after them...

Leave that one, it's rotten.

But I want an orange.

This poor tree.

I want an orange.

How about this one?

This one's good.

Here, for your butt.

- Oh, my butt, my butt.
- My butt... Come on now.

Can you peel it?

What's the magic word?

Peel it please.

Your grandpa really looked after them.

Is that one good?

- Enough?
- A bit more.

- No need to wash the oranges, honey.
- But then they're nice and cold.

That's it, done.

Can I cut in?

Or are you going to make me wait?

The early bird catches the worm, Manolo.

Hi.

Not gonna say hi?

- No.
- She doesn't bite, does she?

- Your tomatoes aren't growing.
- They will, don't worry.

Is that all you've got?

- What you see is what you get.
- Come in then.

And I should be grateful for it, too.

This one's bad.

- It's sour. Here.
- Sour? Sour like your face.

Try this one.

Hey.

What?

Do you remember Grandpa?

- Of course.
- You do?

And what do you remember most?

Don't know.

He used to hug me really tight.

Yes, he did hug really tight.

Should we go inside, see what we find?

Only if you carry me.

No, honey, you're seven now. No.

Carry me like Grandpa?

Very clever, you little rascal.

Come here.

Tight like that?

Rummaging already?

No more croissants?

All gone.

- There's bananas over there.
- I don't want bananas, I want croissants.

We don't have any.
Sorry, not much I can do.

Yes, we do!
Mommy's hidden them in that drawer.

- Really?
- That's my baby right there!

Olga!

Is Ema still asleep?

She's over there, dozing.

See if you can get her up.

Ema! Wakey, wakey!

- Your mom says you have to wake up.
- Vicente?

Went straight to work in the garden.
You know he can't sit still.

Did he tell you that yesterday we...

Well, that we...

Your brother's had a rough time, Carla.

All of us have.

It's been months carrying
that weight around and he couldn't...

He keeps it all inside.

Everything's hit us at once.

Here comes the
Trans Fat Croissant Monster!

Do you mind leaving us alone
this morning, so we can-

God, this family!
I hope you figure it out.

I'll see if I can get those two moving.

Come on, no more fooling around.

Let's get dressed,
we're going into town.

- Me too?
- You too.

- Go get dressed.
- I don't wanna go!

Brought you something to eat.

Ok, thanks.

Did you finish the paperwork?

Yes, all done.

It took several meetings with
the architect and the notary, but it's done.

All registered.

- Thank you.
- We can sell it now.

I wish the girls could've had
more time with him.

And getting to say goodbye myself
would've been nice, too.

I know.

- I'm sorry.
- Anyway...

The other day, on the street...

- I thought I saw him.
- Vicente...

It took me a second to remember.

Give me a hand, come on!

Yet another surprise.

So glad you could come.

Carla called me and told me
about Dad, in the hospital.

- Right.
- I'm sorry.

How did the meeting go?

Fine. Just getting back
in touch with people.

- You brought it!
- Brought what?

I found a picture of this, in the garage.

Remember how Dad was always
talking about the pergola?

Sure, the nougat maker's.

And eventually he built that eyesore.

Because we told him we'd come and help...

but we never showed up.

He even filled up the pool.

You didn't know?

Yes, indeed.
He filled the pool up for us.

And here they were,

the two of them, on their own,
with the pool ready, waiting for...

Sorry.

It's just... you should see your faces.
I'm sorry.

I don't see how this is funny.

Sorry, I'm so sorry.

God, it's all so sad...

What?

It's just...

Dad's surgery went well
and he seemed to be recovering.

I know, I took him for his check-ups
and he was getting better every month...

- But then, all of a sudden...
- They said he wouldn't live much longer.

Anyway, enough of that.

It's over now.

A hug.

The three of us.

You're serious?

Come here.

Seven seconds.

It takes seven seconds to work.

We're the family now.

Let's love each other.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Where are you going?

- I want to sit down.
- Hold on. Hold on a second.

Hold on to me.
Slow and steady.

All right.

...isco Lopez, Assumpta
Melia, and José-

Excuse me. We've been here for an hour
and there are people who got here

- after us and they've gone in already.
- Name?

Antonio Gisbert.

Did you put the appointment form
in the box?

No.

There, third door.

Wait a moment, sir.
We'll call you in just a few.

- You're doing great, Dad.
- If you say so.

Nice and steady. No rush.
Don't need to rush.

- Wait, let me help.
- Thank you.

It's always so hot in here, isn't it?

You look good, Dad.

- Let's go.
- That's good to hear.

Let's sit down.

And this?

What am I supposed to do with this?

Put ours in first, and
then tell him.

Excuse me!

Next week's April already.

I know. Can't wait for the good weather.

We'd love to go somewhere with Laia.

I should fumigate the orange
trees, or they'll get aphids.

And that toilet needs to be fixed.

Dad.

I've been meaning to tell you...

What's up?

We've been thinking about selling the car.

The doctor agrees
that you're not fit to drive.

Don't worry, we'll still
take you up to the house.

Not as often...

but we'll figure it out together.

Besides, now's a good time to sell the car.

Sure, it has some mileage...

but you took such good care of it...

I'm sure we'll find a buyer...

Where did you put the shrimp?

Over there, back of the shelf.

If your daughter sees them, they'll
be gone before dinner.

- That girl!
- Let's see...

I've been told that
the wine connoisseur IS here.

Hey, Manolo!
What a wonderful surprise!

I smell like smoke so I won't hug you,
but give me a kiss.

My pleasure.

I'm Cristobal, chef's assistant.
Pleased to meet you.

Likewise.

I don't mean to intrude. I brought
a bottle I found lying around.

There was no need.

Really.

You really shouldn't have.

Mom, did you make shrimp?

We can open it now if you want.

Thing is, we can't find
the corkscrew, Manolo.

We have a problem
with corkscrews here.

- No worries, I have one.
- Isn't that nice?

- Did you make shrimp?
- No, honey. No shrimp.

But I can smell them.

That's the sardines.
That smell is sardines.

Is that true, Dad?

They're sardines, honey.

Your mom won't let me eat shrimp
because of my uric acid.

That fucking sucks!

Laia! That mouth!

They tell me it's quite good.

As long as it's not too old.

- That makes it better, right? Mature.
- Well, let's see.

It's perfect.

Take it downstairs,
or we'll drink it all.

- Very good.
- And give Jose the knife...

- The poor guy's desperate.
- Perfect.

Ema, honey.

- Yes?
- Go with him, would you?

And here, take this, please.

- We'll be down in a minute.
- See you in a bit.

- Here, take this with you.
- God, it's so corked.

How are you doing?

Not too good.

Fuck!

- Ema, give Silvia a hand, please.
- On it.

- They asked me to give you this.
- Thanks, Manolo.

Manolo, I know I'm the worst...

but I wanted to ask you another favor.

Of course. Anything, no problem.

I don't know when we'll sell
the house, but I'd like to give you...

if that's OK, a set of keys...

SO you can keep an eye on it
every now and then.

I'd be honored.

Thank you, really.

- Ema, could you bring the water bottles?
- Yeah, on it.

There you go.

What are you up to?

Tickets for 'The Laia and Ema Show'.

You want one?

Yes, of course.

One euro.

I don't have any money on me.
Can I pay you tomorrow?

No.

- Laia...
- We're leaving tomorrow

and we probably
won't see each other again.

You speak very well for a girl your age.

Yes, my father says I'm a little weird.

Some wine?

Yes, please. But just a drop.

You want some?

All right, then.

Why don't you go over there
and talk to him?

About what?

Wish me luck.

Hey, what are you talking about?

Well...

The realtor called.
Looks like there's someone interested.

Damn! That was fast.

If you want it, you better hurry up!

Sorry, I don't do drama.
We sell it and that's the end of it.

- Here we go again.
- Again?

Really, you are both such a pain.

- A pain? Why?
- How?

Pour me some wine.

I want to talk with normal people.

Sit down.

- What?
- Sit down, come on.

Here we go.

What now?

Ema coming over whenever
she wants, is that for real?

What a stupid question.

I'm really stupid, you know that.

And since I'm so stupid,
I like clear answers.

Yes. For real.

Then don't be an idiot, Jose.

It's best for everyone...

and it would have made Dad happy.

We're not gonna come.

Sure you are. With the new train
you're here in an hour.

You were right.
It's just a whim.

And what is money
for, if not for whims, right?

Remember when I came up
for the long weekend in October?

When you got me to bring Dad here?

He was already in bad shape, and
I left him on the couch...

while I did the gardening.

I was stressed out...

as usual.

And he moved so slowly.

He annoyed me.

I was rude to him, Vicente.

When I finished, he wasn't on the couch.

He said he was very tired
and wanted to lie down.

And I got pissed, I said no...

he couldn't do that
because we were leaving.

I found him in his room, on the bed.

And he goes and says...

I'll never forget it, he says...

'I'm going to lie down.

'If you want, you can lie
down here. With me.'

Never before, Vicente.

He never asked me
to lie down with him.

It's true, not even when we were kids.

He tried to take his slippers off...

but he couldn't.

So, I went up to him,
bent over, took them off...

and put them by the side of the bed...

like he always did.

And before I can stand back up, he says...

"Thank you for coming, son.'

'I know you're really busy.'

Jose...

Come on, it's all right.

No, it's not.

The thing is I'm a
mean, selfish prick...

And I miss him very much.

And the house...

It's no use beating yourself up
about it.

We do what we can.

We all do what we can.

And by the way, it's really good.

- What's really good?
- Your book is really good.

- Yeah, right.
- No, it is. It really is.

- When did you read it?
- The day it came out.

The day it came out, and
you don't tell me?

No way.

Well...

At first I didn't recognize him.

He hadn't changed that much, but
his back had curved slightly.

His curly, now gray hair...

of which he was so proud...

had receded a good half inch...

- and his nose...
- Oh God...

...no, wait. "And his nose...

once sharp and alert like a bloodhound's...

had finally yielded
to the force of gravity."

- It's not you.
- Yeah, right. It's not me.

How did it go?

Ah, yes.

"He gave me a firm hug

and a waft of Davidoff Cool Water
hit me head on.

The same fucking cologne
since he was 17."

Really? "The same fucking cologne
since he was 17."

Let me tell you something.
Cool Water is still the best.

God knows why I changed it.

We're going to do the dance.

Hey, we're doing the dance!

Come on then, I wouldn't
miss it for the world!

- The next one will be better!
- You're so dumb.

That's one euro each!

Your uncle's paying, he's got
money coming to spend!

Hey, stop it!

Come on, the sardines are getting cold!

They're shrimp!

- Your tickets, sirs.
- Thank you.

Two euros.

I'll pay you later, ok?

You're all so fucking poor!

Language, damn it!

Hey, the pergola's a great idea.

-Isn't it? I'm a genius.
-A maestro.

Cristobal.

Silvia, wine?

- Just a little...
- Come on.

That's enough.

You didn't make shrimp?

Of course we did, sweetie.
They're just pulling your leg!

But first the dance, right?

You haven't even paid yet!

This'll be enough for everyone?

Yes, that's enough. Now?

- Come on. Let's see that show. Let's go!
- Here we go!

Come on, show us!
Show us what you can do.

- Even your uncle's gonna dance.
- No!

Let's see what they do...

Listen mama, listen papa

Don't ground your kid

For tomorrow he'll have to deal

- With life's sacrifices
- How did we sacrifice?

Listen mama, listen papa

Don't scold him, he's too young

It's his time to enjoy himself

And have big dreams

His happiness

Is everything you should wish for

His youth will pass quickly

And will never return

Tomorrow

The way the world is going

All he'll find is hatred

All he'll want to do is cry

SUNDAY

Coming.

Coming!

Are we going or what?

Yes.

What were you doing?

The lock on the kitchen door, it jams.

But you've locked it?

Yes, I locked it.

Come on then.

-We didn't forget anything, right?
-No.

Ready?

Jose?

Did I see your daughter yesterday?

They all came for lunch.
For my birthday.

How's the girl?

Laia. She's quite something.

I gave her a hug and she smells
just like a little bird...

She smells better than a brand new car.

You old fart.

I'll go back today.

Can you drive? I can give you a lift.

I'm fine. Don't be annoying.

I can drive.

Did you fumigate when I told you?

I forgot.

Then you'll getting aphids again.

Look at mine, how good they look.

Yeah, well. And how's your fig tree doing?

It will be fine, don't worry.

There's no way I'm dying
before I try one of its figs.

In loving memory of
Ramon Serrano Salom.