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It's been years that my face doesn't surprise

me, not even when I get a haircut.

I'm about to turn 40 and I

try never to turn my head.

Because I don't really understand

in which hole I lost 24, for example.

Nor where my 30s fell into.

Or where the 35 have gone.

Why didn't you go to the small toilet?

Because I like peeing here better.

I'm hungry, Mom. Tell your father to put dinner on.

I've already told him. ¿Y?

He says you put it on.

Go on, take it.

Jo, I always have to do everything myself.

It's Marisa, Mom.

When are you thinking of going out?

Tell her I'm coming downstairs.

And don't imitate my friends if you want

your friends keep coming all the way home.

He says he's coming down the stairs.

Okay, but tell him we're already late, but tell him we're already late.

My house is breathing.

I know no one would believe it, but I hear it.

First she takes a breath just like a

person, and then she blows it out very slowly.

Maybe she misses my mother,

because I didn't hear noises while she was alive.

But since she died, this

house has started to breathe.

I have become accustomed to her gasps.

But what I won't get used to is being late for an appointment.

I guess all people who live alone

eventually develop their own obsessions.

And punctuality is one of mine.

I can't help it.

Didn't you get the transfer?

It was supposed to be there at least three days ago.

Yes.

Okay, well, I'll tell Dad to stop by the bank.

Although he says he's really busy, you know.

Hey, he feeds you well, doesn't he?

Because he's quite capable of having an empty fridge.

Yeah, don't worry.

He likes to be a genius, but for the moment I put up with him.

Hey, Mom, tell me the

truth, did you get a boyfriend?

Me? No, of course not.

Why do you say that?

No, if I I'd think it would be great, really.

It's just that since you don't stop at home...

Yeah, because I've been very busy lately at the publishing house.

Yes, that's what Dad thought.

The other night we argued because he

says you can never live with another man.

What's that? Well, that's just it.

You know how cocky he is.

Anyway, I already told him that he's not right, eh, don't believe it.

Well, Mommy, now I really have to go, I'm going

to be very late. I love you. I love you. Bye-bye.

A kiss, sweetheart.

Son of a...

Son of a bitch. Yes. Say it.

Him, a son of a bitch.

And you, a fool.

For marrying him when you were only 18 and against everyone's opinion.

And for raising a daughter on

your own, working like a mule

and never making ends meet.

But you see?

You still have the rage to move on.

And that means that you and

your life are still fixable.

No, I don't want to wait until Monday.

Send it to me with a messenger.

Yeah, I'll be here, I've got dinner at home.

Come on, come on.

Thanks, Carlos.

I owe you one.

Bye. Bye. Bye-bye.

It's not the time to be working, honey.

What time are they coming?

They're on their way in.

Well, I'm leaving now, huh.

I may not come to sleep.

If I go out for drinks, I'd rather not drive.

Have fun!

Martin.

If you don't come to sleep, call.

Yes, Mom.

I didn't want to have children

because my lofty ideals...

far exceeded the horizon of my life.

Now that I don't even horizon, I regret it.

But I haven't given up yet.

And yet, lately my husband

has been fucking other women.

Of course he hasn't told me anything.

We both come from very good families and

are very well educated, but I know that.

And I also know that I should talk to him, but...

I have forgotten how to talk to Martin.

- Hello, good evening. - How are you?

Oh, how beautiful.

We're late because of Rosa, as usual.

Don't be a pain, Marisa.

Every day you have the most beautiful house, Frank.

What a bad envy.

Come on. What would you like to drink?

Would you like a white wine?

Or two, let's see if I get drunk and

forget the nonsense that idiot Felix says.

I'll bring you the glasses.

Oh, how beautiful.

Yes, do you like them?

And Martin?

He had another dinner.

Rosa, you serve.

Is someone else coming?

Ah, I don't know, I thought we were dining alone.

Hello. Hello, good evening.

Fran Tunis? Yes, it's me.

Thank you, thank you. Good bye. No problem. Goodbye. Goodbye.

What's this?

Carlos sent it to me.

"Mediterraneo" puts it out on the street 15 days before us.

122 issues.

What sons of bitches.

We change its name to ours.

But it's difficult, you know?

Because "Atlas of General

Geography" already exists, "Atlas of World Geography"...

We publish it in school edition and "Atlas

of World Geography"... nobody has dared...

But it sounds terrible. Yes, it sounds a bit like a joke.

I don't know, "Planetarium" is ridiculous.

"Terrestrial"!

It sounds like a sin.

"Absolute," "total," "complete."

It's just that none of them work.

Something about ecology? As it's so fashionable.

Not bad, but it doesn't fit with the text.

Human geography!

"Atlas of human geography".

Sounds good, doesn't it?

We'd have to check the contents, but it's not bad.

I like it.

It's great, Ana.

"Atlas of Human Geography.

" Don't give it another thought, I've decided.

To the "Atlas of Human Geography".

Chinchín. Chinchín.

Oops, with the left and all...

Thank you.

Rosa. Good morning, Rosa.

Hello. Good morning, Rosa.

I'll send you an e-mail later, see if it works.

Okay, I'll see you later. I'll see you later.

- See you later. - We're missing Switzerland.

Haven't the photos arrived?

Yes, they have arrived, but they're a shame.

What about Ana? She was supposed to have everything under control, right?

She's on it.

Check your network connection, Fran got hung up.

Okay, I'll see you later.

And don't worry.

For the photos we can always resort to...

Forum.

I think the best thing to do is to hire a Spanish photographer.

A freelancer, if you don't mind, of course.

Because poor Forito is not up to that.

That's for sure.

What do you have there? A selection of photographers.

Very good!

As soon as I get the first issue, I'll send you a copy.

Okay?

Thank you very much, Eric.

Goodbye, Eric.

Well, issue solved.

It was to the Swiss tourist office.

In exchange for being listed as sponsors, I

got two tickets from them plus living expenses.

Two? Yes, you can take advantage

the second one if you want.

We both know that you don't have to go there

for documentation, but if you can travel for free...

If you say so, what can I say?

And when is it? Thursday. Can you make it?

I have to get organized, but I guess so.

Go on, don't be silly.

Here, Fran.

Ana, I think that in the end the photographer is going to be Nacho Huertas.

That's good.

Do you know him? No, I don't.

He's very good. And he's very good.

Listen, when there's another

ticket I'm going, I'm the most needy.

Ha! That would have to be seen.

I'll see you later. See you later.

Ignacio, the TV.

Teddy?

Do you want to go down go down in history as

the kid who had to be told everything 100 times?

Come on, pay for the TV.

Javier? Hello.

I'm Clara's mother.

Yes, she has tenths and she has a tummy ache.

Fuck the viruses.

Paulina? Hello.

Look, Clara's sick and she's not going to school tomorrow.

I have to catch a plane first thing in the morning.

Yeah, when you get there you put the thermometer on her.

And if it's over 38, tell

Ignacio to call the pediatrician.

Natalia, hi.

Hey, what time are you going to school tomorrow?

And couldn't you come home until Paulina arrives?

It's just that Clara has a fever and I have to go to Switzerland.

Is she sick?

You know, a trip equals fever.

It doesn't fail.

Nacho, the TV.

Hey, are you going to leave like this?

I have a horrible day tomorrow, I can't stay with her.

I can imagine, don't worry.

My sister is coming from 8 o'clock until Paulina arrives.

You take Ignacio to school and that's it.

My mother comes in the afternoon.

Of course, Friday is Pablo's birthday.

Ignacio doesn't want to miss it for anything in the world.

If you don't feel like seeing my sister-in-law's

face, you call the grandparents and let them take him.

If Clara is all right, let her go.

If not, let her stay at home no matter how much she cries.

My plane leaves Zurich Saturday at 11 o'clock.

If there is no delay, I'll be here at lunchtime.

And of course, I will call every day, I will call every day.

Above all, don't be overwhelmed, the child is nothing.

You are incredible, Rosa.

If I had a secretary like you, I'd work half as hard, really.

The one who needs a secretary, it's me, you good-for-nothing.

I've come here because I feel sick.

And I don't know why.

It's not the first time it's happened to me, but I've never been hit so hard.

As a matter of principle, I force myself to count on all

possible methods to solve a problem. to solve a problem.

And this, at the moment, for me, is just another method.

Nobody knows that I am going to be

psychoanalyzed, neither at home nor at work.

For the rest of the world, at

the moment, I am doing gymnastics.

And it's a good excuse

because gymnastics is

another method I've used so far.

Don't worry about anything, Forum.

I don't know very well what has happened this month,

but all the collaborators are the same. are the same.

Of course they are. If they don't pass the bills.

You are making changes, aren't you?

Yes, you don't know the problems we've been having.

I found out that we're missing some photos from Sweden.

If you need me, you know that...

No, from... Switzerland are, from Switzerland.

But we've already fixed that.

You're really coming today, my goodness!

I'm going to have to put on my sunglasses to look at you.

You dazzle.

How exaggerated, Forum. It's true, damn it.

Will you have a coffee? I can't, Ramón

is waiting for me to take this to him.

Oh, isn't he? Later then. No, Forum.

Really, I have a lot of work to do.

As you see, I'm going to have a drink.

If you come, I'll sing you one by Miguel de Molina.

Yes, yes, yes, yes. Another day.

Ana Hernández Peña?

Yes, come in. I'm Javier Álvarez.

One second, please. I just found out that

they have changed the title of the play.

What play? Well, mine.

No, the one I thought was mine because I'm not so

sure I want to sign it. I don't want to sign it.

I have been told that the idea was yours, yes?

Well, I wanted to to congratulate you personally.

Come on, I have never seen anything like it in my life.

Well, I don't know if they have told you that "Mediterráneo"

is bringing out a very similar work and with the same title.

I don't care about that. Let's see, do you know

that there is a branch of geography called

human geography that has nothing to do with the

content of this Atlas? with the content of this Atlas?

I feel sorry for you, but with this

title we will make fools of ourselves.

Look, you may know a lot geography, I don't dispute that,

but you have no idea how a book is made. how a book is made.

Do you know how many people

make a living with "your work"?

It is not our fault that they stepped on our title.

What do you want? Throw it all out the window?

I want a little rigor, a little rigor!

That's all.

- So Clara is better? - Good morning.

She's fine.

Yes, I want to talk to her.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

It doesn't really hurt anymore?

Yes, you can go to Pablo's of Pablo, but no sweets.

Not one, Clara, you're not going.

When you get well, I'll buy you whatever you want.

Go on, tell your brother to put it on.

Well, that's all right.

I'll call you tomorrow. A kiss, my love.

Bye.

Rosa Lara? Nacho Huertas?

Nice to meet you.

It's great that you've come, because the

historic center is more interesting than I thought.

And Anita hasn't told me anything specific either.

Anita?

If you want, we can go for a walk

downtown and tell me what you have in mind.

Very well, but after dinner, if you like,

I have not had time to eat and I'm hungry.

I find it very funny how you women announce women that you are hungry.

Oh, yeah? Why is that?

I don't know, it sounds a little bit like a game, like...

Anyway, I don't believe it never believe it.

Oh, and when a man says he's hungry?

Then I do believe it.

Hungry men only think about eating.

Hungry women can eat, they can think, they

can talk about other things at the same time.

Already.

We can share one first, if you want.

Of course we can.

But you weren't that hungry?

Eat it by yourself.

I'd like to.

But I can't, it's too fattening.

You're not fat.

Don't think so.

It's hard for me.

I don't like very thin women, you know?

And I've met a lot of very thin women.

I've been a fashion photographer for 15 years.

And why did you quit?

Well, because there came a time

when I thought I was going to go crazy.

All those people talking about long

sleeve trends, as if sleeves had a

life of their own. had a life of their own.

Or as if the world is ending because Chanel

has decided to to cut off the cuffs. I mean...

No, I'm out, I'm out.

It doesn't seem like it, but the silliness ends up catching on.

It won't be that bad.

Now, I photograph cities and the people who live in them.

Ordinary people.

I don't get paid for being in the papers.

I make less money, but I have more fun.

And my stomach doesn't hurt anymore.

You must have taken pictures of stunning women?

Don't believe it.

Dressed they look like something.

But when they start taking their clothes off...

Yeah. And they're so horrible?

They're Auschwitz, I don't like them at all.

But my camera likes them.

Bones are one of the secrets of photogenics.

The closer a hanger looks, the better the clothes look.

So...

You wouldn't take pictures of me.

I was really looking forward to it, you know?

Ever since I saw you.

This happens to me very rarely, you know?

What do I do? I can't control myself.

"A little strictness, miss.

" Is that what he said? Loudly.

He'll be an asshole.

Lost, but that's the way it is.

I swear I felt like to slap him twice.

And on top of that, we're going to have to work twice as hard.

Especially you. Yeah, Fran already told me.

Oh, Rosa, you're going to kill me.

Why would I kill you?

Last night when I got home I had a message from Nacho Huertas on

my answering machine. from Nacho Huertas on the answering machine.

He wanted your phone number, but I forgot to call him.

But... but what are you doing?

Calling him.

Nacho? Hello, I'm Ana Hernández Peña.

How are you? How are you?

Yes, that's why I'm calling.

I got home very late last night and it wasn't time.

The photos, very good, as always.

What? Well, she told me...

Well, she told me that you coincided in Lucerne, I think.

And that you had a great time.

She liked you very much, apparently.

No... Was there something else?

No, seriously, you tell me.

I don't care if you don't believe it.

But are you stupid, Nacho?

How can I tell her?

Oh, wait a minute, Nacho, they're calling

me on the other line. on the other line.

Did you hook up?

You'd tell her you're married... Yes.

And that you're no longer in love with Ignacio and everything.

Yes, I am.

Nacho, I'm sorry, but I'm in such a mess...

Look, Rosa is at the publishing house right now.

I'm going to pass it on to you so you can ask her for the phone number.

A little kiss.

What's up? Don't you want to talk to him?

Of course I do, but...

But then run to your office,

he must be thinking I'm an idiot.

Come on, come on.

Nacho?

Sorry, I got mixed up with the keys.

Hey, I'll pass it back to you, huh?

Come on, let's go.

Yes?

Yes, who are you?

Yes, who are you? Of course I remember.

In fact, I remember very often.

Yeah. And are they mine because I'm in

them or because you made them for me?

You know perfectly well they're not.

Well, that's good. See you Thursday.

Bye.

That's it. We've already made a date for Thursday.

Yeah? I'm so jealous!

Come on! I really am.

I wish I could, a spring roll in the spring.

Well, that's if you put up with him, of course.

What do you mean what do you mean by putting up with him?

Well, I don't know, Rosa.

You're married, you have two children.

Ana, please, I'm a big girl.

If I didn't want to see him again, I wouldn't have

let you call him and everything else is my business.

He's separated, so... Separated?

Well, at least that's what he told me.

Yeah, yeah, maybe.

Yeah, but you don't believe it.

Well, honestly, Rosa, I suppose you've

realized by now what kind of man Nacho is.

Very smart, very funny, very

handsome, but above all very flirtatious.

If I were you I wouldn't take him too seriously.

Tell me about your husband.

I was studying philology and Martín came to talk to my faculty.

He was the law delegate.

That day he was wearing a red shirt and...

he got up on the platform and started and

started to speak out in the open, without

reading, without consulting any paper, like a real leader.

He had a magnetic voice, you know?

He said the usual things: "justice, progress, future," but...

it rang true to him.

Well, she was lucky, in the end you married him.

Yes.

And at first I couldn't believe it.

An intelligent, educated,

brilliant man had chosen me.

Who could believe it?

Hello, Nacho.

I'm Rosa.

I have been calling you all day.

I don't know what could have happened to you, but I

hope you haven't forgotten you haven't forgotten our date.

"Tempus fugit.

"Tempus fugit"?

Time flees.

But of what material is time made of?

Look, there are little men that make the wheels turn.

Hello, Nacho.

It's Rosa, it's after nine o'clock.

Where are you going?

Hello.

You smell nice.

But you didn't come from gymnastics.

Martin... Martin...

I'm psychoanalyzing myself.

I thought we didn't do that kind of thing.

I was sure you had a lover.

Oh, did you?

And you would have preferred...

No, I certainly wouldn't.

Well, there's no way.

I don't know what could have happened to you, I don't understand.

I don't understand why you did this to me.

I don't know what to think.

Please call me when you can.

You look so pretty, Mommy.

You look like one of those girls one of those girls on TV.

You're crying, Mommy!

Why are you crying?

Because I love you.

But that's not crying.

Well, sometimes it is.

Okay, if you say so...

Surprise!

Mom? Ana Luisa, daughter.

What a bad face you have.

Let's go inside, this

bug is making me lost.

I'm not going back to Felix, Mom.

Forget it, seriously, I'm never going back to him.

But why not?

Because I don't like him.

Because I don't love him and

I don't feel like to live with him.

Well, at the beginning you were screaming.

At the beginning it was at the beginning.

Now it is now and in between fit 20 years, more or less.

But he has always loved you, Ana Luisa.

Always?

When?

When he took admirers

to bed in my own house?

When he ordered me me to shut up at parties,

saying that his wife was a poor little ignorant Spaniard?

Well, if that's love, let him shove it very carefully up her ass.

Daughter. What's that?

Don't talk like that.

Sorry, Mom.

I don't understand you, daughter.

So much bitterness...

We all make mistakes.

And Felix has made mistakes many times, yes.

But he's sorry.

I only want your well being, daughter.

Look at yourself.

Look around you.

You are so beautiful.

And still so young.

Don't you realize the life you lead?

How many years you've been alone?

Alone because you are stubborn and proud.

Rosa. It's eight o'clock.

I have to take the kids to school.

Well, that's fine. I'll take them.

Stay, for example, at the lampposts.

Who's going to take care of the lighting?

We are.

Okay, well, you can check if they follow

the regulations against light pollution.

Remember? We gave it in class recently.

In short: lampposts, litter

garbage cans, benches, trees...

Make way, kids. Make way.

All right?

(clears throat) Hey, excuse me. Hello.

Don't you remember me?

You're Ana Hernandez... Peña. Yes, I am.

How are you? I'm fine.

What are you doing here at this hour?

I live in this house. Oh, you do?

That's a coincidence, isn't it? I suppose it is.

Well, I'm running off I haven't had breakfast yet.

I don't have a coffee until I've had one. Wait, I'll come with you.

If you don't mind...

No, of course I don't mind.

But what about your students?

Ah, they have a lot of work.

Guys, I'll see you here in half an hour.

Okay?

Shall we go?

That's where I eat breakfast.

What exactly is it your students do?

They have to note all the

characteristics of a particular

stretch of a street, list its amenities, describe it...

And then they have to interpret the resulting data.

I thought your thing was continental shelves.

It is. I'm basically basically physical geography.

But you see how things are.

In the end I had to take over

political geography in the atlas.

You know this, don't you?

Of course I do.

I'm sorry about the other day.

I swear I never behave like that.

I don't know how to apologize.

I guess I'd be pissed off about the dog.

You have a dog?

My wife insisted on getting it for the kids.

I don't like them either.

And you're married?

Divorced.

I have a 16-year-old daughter.

16? That old?

She's been in Paris with her father for a year.

By the way, I also hate Paris.

And cheese. Really? I don't like it either.

I don't like it either. You don't?

I really don't. And I can't stand Parisians.

They drive me crazy.

I get an idea of how you get when something gets on your nerves.

"Miss, a little bit of rigor."

Are you late?

Yeah, I've been late since I left the house.

By the way, we should have a meeting to discuss

the style of the cartography of the last volume.

Could we meet?

Or if you prefer, we can do it by email.

No, we'd better meet.

The thing is that during the week

I'm all day I'm in school all day long.

Well, I could come over to the publishing house at lunchtime.

No, or else, are you going away for the long weekend?

Well... I don't know for sure yet.

But I don't think so because I'm very tired and what I really

want to do is to lie on a sofa lie on a couch and do nothing.

And look at a dozen maps with me would tire you out too much?

I don't think so.

Well, if you want, let's meet up tomorrow at the end of the day.

Okay, I'll call you back. I'll call you back.

All right, I'll see you tomorrow. I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye. Bye. Bye, bye.

Hey, guys...

Good morning, guys. Hello, good morning.

-Morning. -Morning.

Good morning, Forito.

Hi, Rosa. What do you want to drink?

It's on me.

A coffee with milk.

I'll have another cane.

They bear the master's signature.

I know, they're very good.

-He was the best. -Stop it, Mariano.

Well, how are they?

Regular.

Yeah, it shows on your face.

You're very pretty, but a little sad.

Around the office they say that you're lovesick.

I did.

I'm getting over it.

I'm glad.

The worst thing you can do is to become obsessed

with someone who's not willing to obsess about you.

And I know what I'm talking about.

Oh, do you? You don't say.

Well, yes, right here where you see me.

But it's been a long time, I almost don't remember.

But look how I've stayed.

Thank you, Marisa.

You really live well, Marisa.

Me? Why?

Because you can go wherever you want and give explanations.

Yes, yes, one month a year and the other eleven?

So quiet at home,

without putting up with anyone, to your roll, to your things.

I'm so envious of you.

Don't believe it.

If I could, I'd trade places with you right now.

Don't talk nonsense, Ramón.

What would you do without your children and your Flora?

Wonders, Marisa.

Wonders.

What's this?

One of the photographers one of the photographers.

Which one? I don't know his name.

He's a very handsome one who was looking for Fran.

Is something wrong?

No, nothing's wrong. Thank you very much, Adela.

See you later.

Nacho.

Nacho Huertas, what a surprise.

What's up?

It's been a long time.

Sorry about last time.

It's just that I had to go to Brazil for a job and

things got complicated and I had to stay longer...

After that I was ashamed to call you.

Have you seen the photos? Yes.

Did you like them? Yes, very much.

All of them?

Especially those.

Listen, I've got to go.

See you one of these days? Would you like to see my studio?

It wouldn't be bad. You tell me when.

I don't know, tomorrow or the day after... Tomorrow?

Yes, tomorrow would be fine.

Call me, I'm going to be there the whole afternoon, so...

All right, then.

Atlas what? How's it going?

You haven't told me anything.

Well, it's just that now I finally I have nothing to tell.

Everything's fine.

Well, what do I do?

Do I buy it?

Buy it, that's why you're rich.

Come on, let's not start.

What about you? How's it going?

Regular.

The oncologist gives me hope that I'll be strong.

But I don't quite believe it.

Well, if he tells you, believe it, Marita.

And if we have to go to Houston, I'll leave you whatever it takes.

Thank you, Marita.

But I'm afraid this can't be fixed with money.

Buy it, it's going to look great on you.

This is going to be bad, but very badly.

Hello. Hello.

Come in, come in. Oh, thank you, thank you.

Sorry, I was talking on the phone to my mother.

She's a woman you can't just cut off just like that.

When she's set on something... Yeah, I can imagine, yeah.

It's a portrait of you.

Yes.

Do you like it?

It's good, yes.

No, I'm serious. Tell me the truth.

The truth is that I don't like it very much.

I'm glad you don't. It's my ex-husband's.

Fuck, no wonder he's ex.

I'd made her a gin and tonic.

Can I get you something to drink?

Yeah, a beer. Okay. (chuckles)

Make yourself comfortable. Yes.

He was a teacher too, you know?

Specifically, he was my drawing teacher.

Did you study Fine Arts?

No. I enrolled in the first year of Journalism.

But I didn't even finish. Let's see...

Journalism doesn't teach drawing, does it?

No.

Did he give you classes in high school and

then you ran into him on the street or something?

No.

He taught me in COU.

¿Y? And I hooked up with him.

- In COU? - Yes, I did.

That's funny. What's funny?

I don't know, after all. coeds have been one

of the sexual fantasies fantasies of my life.

Have you hooked up with a lot of them?

A few.

But they were all of age.

Well, I was almost of age.

Almost, that's the funny thing.

How old were you?

Seventeen.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

No, don't be sorry, but tell me, please.

No, I'm not going to tell you, it's a very long story.

I have all the time in the world.

My wife has gone with the kids and the dog to

spend the long weekend with a friend. What about you?

I'm writing a book about the Monegros and I'm

going to go there this weekend. there this weekend.

So I can be listening to you until tomorrow.

Or until the day after tomorrow, if necessary.

What we need to do is look at the maps.

No. What do you mean, no?

Maybe we do.

No, you put whatever you want and I think it's all fine.

Ah... That's not very rigorous.

Of course it is rigorous.

You don't know it well.

In high school, a classmate of mine told me

that she used to write down her thigh chops.

I tried it and it went so well that I continued doing it in COU.

On the day of the exam I wore skirt and transparent

stockings and when the time came, I just had to

discreetly pull up my skirt and copy. discreetly and copy.

One day during a history exam,

I couldn't find the third Carlist Carlist War anywhere.

I was getting very nervous.

So I...

I lifted up my skirt with both hands and I

put my head down as if I needed to think.

And at that moment I discovered clinging to me a pair of suede

shoes and a pair of worn-out jeans and worn-out jeans that

could only belong to Félix Larrea, my drawing teacher and

platonic love of the whole class. and platonic love of the whole class.

And what did he do? Did he?

Nothing.

He discreetly brought his hand until it rested on my knee,

slowly moved it up to the edge of my skirt to the edge of

my skirt, and then put it back in place. and then put it back.

Big mistake.

I would have left your legs uncovered.

Well, the important thing is that she didn't give me away.

So, the next day in his class, I

don't even know how it occurred to

me, but I sat in the front row and

when no one was looking, I lifted up

my skirt and showed him my left thigh.

On it I had written: "many".

And then I did the same with the

right one, on which I wrote: "thank you".

She was stunned.

No wonder.

You were the devil himself.

No.

I was a silly girl stepping into the lion's den.

You want another drink?

Yeah, I'm starting to sweat.

I'll get some ice.

Hello. Hello.

What'll you have?

Well... I don't know... a gin and tonic.

Do you have any bread?

Bread?

Yes, I do.

Well, I could eat some

fried eggs with ham right now.

I'll make them. You'd make them?

But you don't know where anything is.

I'll help you.

Can I give you a lift? No.

I'd rather take a cab. I'd rather take a taxi.

Shall I call you? I'll call you.

Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye.

Sometimes things change.

It seems impossible.

It's unbelievable.

But sometimes...

It happens.

Ana. Ana!

Here, take a look at them before the meeting.

What meeting?

Well... the meeting.

Go by yourself, Marisa.

And say I'll come to the next one, I beg you.

But are you crazy?

How can I go alone?

It's just that I haven't done the report and I can't show up with nothing.

Oh, no, Marisa.

You go, I'm asking you please.

Something has happened to me.

I think I've fallen in love.

From a guy?

No, from baroque art.

What do you think? Oh, fuck.

That had something to do... Don't even tell me, you lucky shit.

Call me whatever you want, but put yourself in my place.

I'd like to...

Marisa, please go and say I'm on a trip.

And I will thank you until the day I die.

Okay, on one condition.

Whatever you want.

You have to tell me.

All of it. At lunchtime?

Nacho, why don't you call me?

I want to see you or talk to you, at least.

I know you must have heard my messages.

Call me back. Please call me, any time.

And at that moment I realized that I had never

slept with a man like him. with a man like him.

So...

dirty.

But so well educated at the same time.

Do you understand? Well...

Not very well. Well, I'll tell you one thing.

I never thought that I could be so

dirty and so well-mannered at the same time.

Damn, you're lucky, Auntie.

How's he got it? Like this?

Who's got that piece of dick?

But weren't you at a meeting?

The rigorous author.

Are you sure?

All the sons of bitches have a big one.

What can we do? That's life.

He's no son of a bitch.

And who is the beneficiary of such a prodigy?

Here, my cousin.

Who's who? Me.

Let's see what happens.

Well, he must be thorough.

And conscientious.

Because this one met with Javier Álvarez on Wednesday

afternoon and they've been having sex until this morning.

To know sexual details you should have arrived earlier.

That's nice, isn't it?

And on top of that, he says he's fallen in love.

And when did you realize that?

Right away.

How soon? I don't know.

I think I thought about it on Wednesday at night before falling asleep.

That can't be right.

I think I did. I don't think so.

Because to fall in love it takes time.

Falling in love is a cerebral act, it is

a creation, an elaboration of reality.

Well, he caught me fucking.

I don't like what I am.

I don't like my body, nor my face, nor my life.

That's why I've invented a game to escape from routine.

Even if it's only for a couple of hours.

The bars of luxury hotels are my favorite.

In ordinary bars there's always a big guy ready to pick

up the girl who's alone at a table, no matter how ugly she is.

who is alone at a table, no matter how ugly she is.

That's why I like expensive hotel bars.

I know that no one would believe it, but

what I'm looking for is not exactly flirting.

Good afternoon. What'll you have?

Scotch on the rocks and some water, please.

In the bars of luxury hotels there are always interesting people.

When I watch them, I imagine I'm one of them.

And besides, while I'm here, I'm no

longer a lonely woman who goes out

on her own for not staying at home.

Thank you very much.

What a coincidence to meet you here, isn't it?

You look very pretty.

Yes, yes. Sit down.

What will you have, sir?

A cognac.

It's good to have found you.

Because I'm meeting with a friend, but she didn't come.

Well, well, well,

I didn't expect to see anyone from the anyone from the publishing house here either.

I have come to the presentation of a book about bullfighting.

You're very elegant and

you're wearing a beautiful tie.

Well, the suit was given to me by

Antonio, a lifelong colleague of mine

who was my manager and earned a lot of money.

On the other hand, the tie my boy gave it to me.

Well, this one and all the ones I have.

Because every year he gives me one for Father's Day.

I had no idea you had a son.

I thought you were a

confirmed bachelor, just like me.

I wish, I wish I had

stayed single like you.

But no, girl, nothing like that.

I was married.

Look, look,

my boy.

You look so much alike.

I sure do.

How are you feeling?

Well, I'm having days.

But you know me, this isn't going to get the best of me.

I'm sure it won't.

And the girls?

They're carrying it, but they are my daughters, they are strong.

No, no, no, no crumpling, no, no, no, never.

Now we have to be more firm in our commitment.

And take advantage of what we have learned these years to finally bring

about a real social transformation, a real social transformation.

Are you complaining already?

What's the matter, Marita, that I don't have the right to complain?

Well, no.

You two don't have have no right to complain about anything.

If you are just two rich kids

who have always lived with

your backs covered by the family.

Sometimes I get the feeling that you guys

still think that we are still in the

faculty making the revolution, as they say.

Deep down you are still behaving as if you were two teenagers.

Or even worse.

It's as if you were two meters above

the floor that the rest of us walk on.

But what are you saying?

I'm the same as I was 20 years ago.

But times change, Martin.

What's the matter? Don't you remember what we used to say?

Yes, but these are the oxen we have to plow, partner.

The difficult thing is to make to make things work.

Talking is very easy.

That's right.

Of course, since you don't have children, you don't give a damn about the future.

You go too far, Marita.

Well, look, I'm glad I don't have children.

Because if I did, I would be morally obliged to

defend the world in which your children are going to live.

They are going to have a great time, but a fucking great time.

Without even knowing the price others have

paid for their fun. for their amusement.

Well, the story doesn't end so badly.

You have a son who loves you very much.

I don't understand why I suddenly to tell you my life all of a sudden.

I'm even a little embarrassed.

I have the feeling of making a fool of myself.

That's what happens to me.

I have a couple of drinks and my tongue loosens up.

You must be sick of me.

You've had five drinks and I'm not

sick of you, quite the contrary.

Maybe it's because...

nothing ever happens to me, you know?

Every day I get up, I go to

work, I come home, I make

myself dinner and go to bed.

Pretty much.

That's why I love to hear to hear other people's stories.

I'm serious.

Yeah, but this one, I don't know,

this is an ordinary story. Not so common.

I've never fallen in love like that.

Good for you. No, worse.

Much worse.

Well, we're we're leaving too, aren't we?

Where to? Oh, shit...

Well, you'll take a cab, won't you?

I'm glad you didn't want to have kids.

I never exactly said that.

I know that sleeping alone at night is the same as having nothing.

And that I have every reason to think that there

are not many men like Forito. men like Forito.

But even though I feel unfair and mean

for thinking so, Forito is a problem for me.

Well, he's hungry, isn't he?

Look, Forito, I thought it's

better that you don't tell any

of this in the editorial, you know?

Because people...

Well, it wouldn't be funny if

they started making jokes on us.

As you wish.

Because at the end of the day

nothing has happened either.

Still, I mean...

No, I don't know, I wouldn't like that you thought that I...

Anyway, I don't know what you think, but I

think it is better that nobody finds out.

Yes, woman, yes, as you wish.

Thank you.

Tell me.

Uh, hello.

I wanted to talk to Javier Alvarez.

Javier's in the shower. I'm his wife. Who are you?

I'm calling from the publishing house.

I wanted to ask about some maps.

But don't worry, it's not important.

I don't think it'll take long. If you want I'll tell him to call when he's finished.

No, no, really, there's no rush. Thank you, thank you.

Goodbye. Goodbye. Bye. Bye, bye.

Do you have any plans for lunch?

A plan?

Six euros, three courses, Mediterranean diet.

No, seriously, I want to ask you something.

Come on, let's go.

After lunch we review the tests.

I don't know how Rosa has taken them for granted.

She's getting worse every day, there's no way she can focus.

Good ones.

What's wrong with him?

I don't know.

He hardly says hello, as polite as he is.

You see, it was something that happened to

me the last time I hooked up with Nacho.

Last month. When did you go to his studio?

So it's been at least two months ago, Rosa.

Well, whatever, right? Yes.

The fact is that at the time I didn't notice it and now, on the other hand ,

I find it very important because .

I don't know, you .

You say "my love" a lot?

What? The expression "my love",

Have you said that many times to someone?

No. Haven't you?

And neither did I, but he did say it and he said it to me.

Look, I'm going to tell you.

We were in bed, weren't we? Y...

And all of a sudden he turned me over to...

. to put it in me from behind and... .

and since he's much bigger than me, so....

he didn't get it right neither the first nor the second, and .

. and I had the impression .

that he was starting to get to get nervous and .

. and I reassured him by saying :

"Don't be impatient.

And he answered me :

"I am not impatient, my love" .

He said "my love," you understand?

And I at that moment I didn't realize it,

but it's just that now I've been a lot of time thinking about it and...

Because it's...

Do you think you can say something like that without feeling it?

No, I guess...

at the time I had to believe in what I was telling you.

I think I need a coffee.

I'm going to take advantage of the fact that Fran and Marisa are in line.

Would you like one?

You think I'm hung up, don't you?

No, why do you say that?

Because you're a terrible disguiser.

But I tell you something, Ana.

You watch yourself, huh?

Because you're in the same situation.

Have you seen Forito what he looks like?

-He looks like a paintbrush.

-Yes, my child, what an outrage.

Who could he have fooled?

-Some desperate woman.

You don't know.

Hi, this is Forum. Leave a message and we'll talk.

Hi, Forum, it's Marisa.

Well...

I'm calling to tell you that we can't meet on Saturday.

Something came up.

I'm sorry about that.

I'll see you later.

I've got to go.

Oh, my love.

Hey, Javier. Yes? [Laughs]

What you told me before was true?

That what?

That you're falling in love with me.

Yes.

Well, I want to tell you that I'm I'm falling in love with you too.

The thing is... that since we never talk about it...

Well, I wanted to say it too.

And you're not going to ask me about anything else?

I don't dare.

Anyway, we'll have to do something about it.

Javier...

I want you to know that if you decide to do something about it...

you can count on me.

For whatever you want.

Whenever you want and however you want.

And with my house, my things, my salary...

In short, myself.

And thank you.

Thank you for everything.

ARGH!

What an idiot.

"Nacho: I have no use for a clandestine story. a clandestine story.

"I don't want a comfortable adultery

"of those that in the long run end

up uniting "to the distanced marriages.

"Because I don't want to to re-found my marriage.

"What I want is to blow it up, to blow it up.

"And you are the powder I need.

"If I'd never met you, "maybe I could have "I

might have been able to go on living without wanting to.

"Resigned to an empty life.

"But I no longer pretend to fix my life.

"Now I need to break it, pulverize it, shatter it."

It's fortunate that that it's gone out of fashion to

comment on the powders after you've had sex, isn't it?

Because it was a pain in the ass.

Although there was also its good side, you know?

Because when you look at it...

the truth is that it also he was calmer.

If that's the reason, you can rest easy.

You've been very good.

Nah, man...

Listen, there's something about you that makes me laugh a lot.

Have you ever noticed...

that after you fuck you don't stutter?

No.

Well, it's true, I noticed it the other night.

Well, maybe.

I also don't stutter when I talk to myself or when I drink a little.

What I think is that...

let's see if you understand me.

If you stutter more the more nervous you are...

then it's that fucking calms you down.

Of course, like everybody else.

So...

if you were to get a boyfriend that you liked...

and lived with him...

and you fucked every other day.., to say the least...

then you'd you'd stop stuttering, wouldn't you?

No...

I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know.

Call me for whatever you need.

If you need me to stay with the girls, whatever you want.

Marita, I loved you very much, Fran.

And I her, Paco.

You don't know how much.

I'll see you...

You know what?

Maybe Marita was right and we were wrong.

Maybe we can't always live the same way, as if the world

wasn't going to come come down on us from one moment to the next.

Marita would have loved it that you finally agreed with her.

How nice.

Home again.

You know what?

I never want to to dance in my life.

I hate ballet. Don't worry about it.

You have your whole life ahead of

you to find something else you like.

Where do you want to go for lunch? Didn't you make an omelet?

I haven't had time, honey.

Well, that's what I wanted to eat.

Potato omelette and anchovies in vinegar, you know.

I can't get to the anchovies, but to the

omelette, if you don't mind waiting...

Yeah, but that's not it, Mom.

Then what is it?

Let's do something.

I'll let you pick a restaurant.

Amanda, do you remember the night we talked

because you hadn't received my wire

transfer my wire transfer to pay for the

ballet and you asked me if I had gotten a boyfriend?

Yes.

And do you remember you told me that you would be

fine with me getting a boyfriend even though your

father said I could never live with any other man but him?

Yes.

And you know that, don't you?

What? That I have a boyfriend now.

That I have a boyfriend now.

Well, that's not what I know.

What do you know then?

I know you've hooked up with a married man, that he's

going to have fun with you as much as he wants and when

he gets tired he will leave you and then you'll come crying.

Who told you all that?

Your father? No, he didn't.

It so happens that my father didn't tell me.

My grandmother told me, who is your mother, by the way.

I didn't know you had become so conservative, daughter.

It's hard for me to recognize you.

It has nothing to do with being conservative or not being conservative.

Doesn't it? I'd say it does.

So you don't like my boyfriend, huh?

Not one bit.

Can you wait to at least meet him?

I'm not going to meet him.

I'm afraid you have no choice, but I'd like to know why

you've changed your mind. why you've changed your mind.

Because we're going out to eat at a restaurant instead of at home.

Because my mother hasn't had time to

prepare a measly potato omelette for me.

Look, Amanda, you're too old to be putting on these numbers for me.

And while you're living with me your life will change with mine.

That's the way it is.

And if you don't go to my mother's house to my mother's house to make me green,

she'll thank you for the company.

You know what? You've become very selfish.

Maybe you're right.

It's about time to be selfish sometime.

Ever since we were in college,

Marita came and went out of my life several times.

But it always ended up happening something that brought her back to me, you know?

Now I know that no one is going to give it back to me and .

. it's hard for me to accept that.

Death is always a savagery.

Especially when you are as young as she is

. and you have small children ,

it's ... it's a bitch .

And also ,

the pain forces you to assume all at once that...

that it could be you that .

that this could be over at any moment.

I don't know.

I have the feeling of having lived all these years in a dream.

And it is not that that worries me, no, don't believe me .

Dreams are often better than reality.

The problem is that one fine day ,

dreams die too .

And it is no longer possible to recover them.

Yes?

Why didn't you call me?

Amanda, what are you doing up if you don't have to get up early?

What about this?

I didn't sleep very well, and...

I want you to forgive me.

Mom, I want you to be happy.

Sweetheart.

Come on, let's have breakfast.

This afternoon I invited Grandpa for a snack.

Are you going to be able to make it?

This afternoon?

No, I don't think so.

I'm going to make him some crepes that he's going to lick his fingers.

I have a date.

Is he handsome?

"Hello, Marisa.

"This is the first email I've ever sent in my life.

"I'm learning to be able to communicate with you.

"What do you think?

"I am writing to invite you to spend the

long weekend with me "and my son in Rota.

"I'll bring the car.

"I hope you can.

"A kiss.

"Forum, I thank you for the invitation, but I'd rather stay home.

"I need to think.

"You see, when I write I don't stutter either.

"Have fun.

"A kiss."

What the fuck do you have to think, you fool?

But what brutes they are.

Let them be.

If it hadn't been for them, I don't know where I'd be now.

Are you coming home for dinner?

Ignacio told me that maybe he won't come to sleep.

He's in trouble.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time.

How calm you say it.

The truth is I don't really care.

After these days I have realized that I

find it completely indifferent to what I

do or do not do in bed or anywhere else.

And then why do you are you still living with him?

See, that's a good question. a good question.

Kids.

Cut it out, will you?

Do I throw you in the water or what?

Fran...

I'm leaving right now, I'm late.

Stay, I'll get you a drink.

I can't, I have an appointment with the psychoanalyst.

Well, call and say you're not going. I can't go.

Call.

Why should I? Because I can.

What do you want to drink?

What do you want?

I don't care, whatever you put me on.

Well...

My name is Martin.

My father, a career military man,

chose the most virile and more

virile, more martial, Castilian names

for his sons, except for my older

brother, who is called Juan. That's enough, Martín.

You don't need to tell me your life, I know it by heart.

Well, no, maybe you have no fucking idea!

Forgive me.

I'm really sorry.

Go away if you want, but I'd like to talk to you.

Well, let's talk.

But no numbers, please.

This looks like one of those marital crisis

movies that we used to laugh at so much.

Yeah, we used to.

Oh, Fran...

Do you know what's happening to us?

We're getting old and that, as

much as it hurts us, can't be fixed.

Yeah...

Come on, chinchín.

Chinchín.

Did you have a good time?

Don't believe it, between the

levante and my father's only

remembered you, he's been a real pain in the ass.

But don't tell him that I've told you anything, he's a real pain in the ass.

Don't worry, I'm a tomb.

Well, I'm going with these. Okay...

What the fuck? It's my birthday.

No, man, it's not, I'm telling you no, Antonio.

Girl, what have you done to him?

Before, she only cut herself when the boy was around,

but now she doesn't even try it. Me? I haven't, I haven't done anything.

Have you?

Oh, Forito... Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Who has seen you and who sees you ....

Shall we dance? Come on, let's go.

Tell me something.

How come you don't mind kissing and hugging me

in front of my friends

. and instead, you don't let me

me even talk to you in front of yours?

I have no friends .

That's not true.

No, I don't... I don't understand you, I don't...

I don't know what... What do you mean...

Look, you're already stuttering again.

So let's just drop it, okay?

I love you with all my heart, Fran.

She's the only woman I can live with.

and I'm sure of it

because lately I've slept with a lot of them .

Too many, you know.

Yes, I know.

If you didn't love me the way you love

me, I would be a much less happy man

and infinitely worse person than I am.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Aren't you going upstairs?

No.

Look, I don't know what I'm doing in your

life, I don't even know if I'm doing anything.

The truth is that I'm starting to take all this very badly.

I already understand that I'm not a good

catch, even though I've stopped drinking and all.

But you have to tell me if I'm in or out.

No, no. There is no need to answer me now.

Give me some time, Forum.

Surely I don't deserve it, but the next

few days are going to be horrendous.

We're finishing the Atlas, you know that.

All right, all right.

As you see it.

Hey, do you mind if Amanda sleeping over at your place tonight?

I don't know what time I'm gonna be back from the party.

I'd be happy to, but I don't see the need.

Can she or can't she?

Of course I can, but I just don't get it.

The girl's all messed up with that

ballet thing and she needs to be with you.

It's just one night, Mom.

She's always with me. Not lately.

Mom, don't go on.

That guy's laughing at you and you're being a jerk.

He'll never leave his wife. Get this straight.

You guys have been great.

The work is magnificent, I congratulate you.

For the "Atlas of human geography".

Chinchín.

For the land, eh? And the work.

I have to give you good news.

The project I told you about I told you about.

How much of a music lover are you?

A history of music? Exactly.

And the best part: 220 fascicles.

Four years? Yes, more or less.

How do you see it? Well, fucking great.

When do we start? Well, right now.

If we start at the beginning of the month, we could leave in the spring.

But there's a problem...

What's the problem? I'm pregnant.

Fran! Fran!

Congratulations. Thank you, thank you!

Congratulations! I knew...

you looked very pretty.

Here's to Fran's little boy or girl.

I guess you'll be taking maternity leave...

Who I haven't seen all night is Forito...

You're not going to see him because he hasn't come.

I'm sure it's because of that asshole.

Because of who?

That chick who sewed his mouth shut.

Because she's got to be an idiot to

forbid him to tell us who she is at this point.

It's not like we're in school.

I think it has to be from the publishing house, even if she says she's not.

Right?

One scotch. Two.

What, girls? Having fun?

Well...

Oh, no, there's butter in it.

Will you fill it up for me?

Hello, Rosita.

Hello. How are you? How long?

I haven't heard from you in a long time.

Where have you been?

Well, at the publishing house, as usual.

And in my spare time I watch cartoons with my kids.

What fun...

Yes, it is, we have a wonderful time.

Look at him, what will he say?

It seems to me that you don't much desire to talk to me.

Yeah, that's fine with you.

Bye. Bye. Bye-bye.

He's a flirt.

Okay, that's good.

A while ago I saw Javier Alvarez and he asked me about you.

Where is he?

Well, I don't know, but he's easy to find.

His wife looks like a cockatoo.

His wife?

What a son of a bitch.

Don't fall apart before your time.

Maybe he couldn't leave her at home.

I'm sure he couldn't. Why not?

Some people love to party.

Maybe she does too.

If she comes dressed like she's going to a wedding.

Well, come on, I... You look great.

Don't talk nonsense. Look at them, there they are.

Well, it's not worth a damn, you don't say.

At best a lot.

What a son of a bitch.

And that's with the wonderbra on.

Yeah, it's like a snail, but with the counter on his back.

We could go ask him to put some panchitos for us.

Don't be like that, it's not so bad.

It won't occur to him to get close...

Ana, calm down, eh?

Don't you see how he looks at you?

If he's devoted, just look at him.

Hey...

I'm telling you.

Come on, Marisa, let's go.

Now?

In two hours, if you like.

Hello, Ana.

Ana, you don't know my wife, do you?

Adelaide, this is Ana. The graphic director of Atlas.

-I told you about her once. -Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you too. You already know Felipe.

Hello. Hello.

Yes, we've met a few times.

So, what do you think of all this?

Entertaining.

Hey, excuse me...

Tell me, do you know where the bathroom is? Do you know where the bathroom is?

It's just that Javier couldn't tell me where it was.

Well, going out, to the right.

Do you want me to come with you? No, I'll go.

I'm out of cigarettes.

I really wanted to see you.

You're a bastard, Javier.

Amanda?

Amanda?

Hello.

What are you doing here, Felix?

I came to see Amanda.

Why did you take your picture down? How did you get in?

Well, with Amanda's keys.

Hey, how beautiful and elegant.

Where did you come from? Amanda didn't come with you?

No.

I brought you some cheese. Well, you're getting out of here.

Don't fuck with me...

What a way to keep the guests.

You're not a guest, Felix.

What's more, I didn't even know you'd come.

I've had a bad day and I want to be alone, get out.

What's the matter with you?

It happens that you don't have the right to come whenever you feel like it.

But this is my daughter's house, isn't it?

Or is it that I can't sleep in her room?

"Ana, it's Javier.

"I'm calling you on your cell phone, but you have it disconnected...

"Pick up the phone, please, I need to talk to you.

" I understand.

"Ana, I had to take the dog out so I could call you.

"If you want, I'll put him on the phone so you can hear him talk.

Javier, wait a moment.

Tell me.

Well, I...

It's just that when I saw that...

If I had known that you were coming

with your wife, I would have stayed home.

I understand you, Javier...

And I...

And I, but it's not even it's not even about that, you know?

It's not even about that anymore, you know?

You can't live without me, but neither...

I feel terrible, Javier.

Let's drop it.

We'll talk tomorrow?

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

You don't think he's going to leave his wife, do you?

They never do.

Look, Felix, do me a favor, go fuck yourself!

But get the hell out of here!

Get out! Get out!

Look at him.

Isn't he handsome?

Of course he is.

He looks just like you. Yes, he does.

Yeah, he does.

Hello.

Hi. How are you?

I'm good. I'm good.

I have to tell you something.

I'm glad you didn't go to bed.

It's gonna be better this way.

This thing of ours doesn't make any sense anymore, Ignacio.

It's nobody's fault.

You're the father of my children and you're a great guy, really.

You're like a brother to me.

And that's precisely why I don't want to live with you anymore.

I think it's best is for us to separate.

But...

Why should we?

We're very happy, aren't we?

Ignacio...

Eh? Yes?

Hi, it's me.

Hey, Forum, look...

I know it's very late.

But...

Would you be able to take the

car right now to come sleep with me?

Of course I would. I won't be a minute.

I'll be right back. Thank you.

"Ana, how did it go with Javier?

"I hope it went well.

"You'll tell me.

"Your friend Marisa.

"The...

"girlfriend... of Foro."

If it's that son of a bitch Felix, he's going to find out!

I always wake you up.

I'm sorry about that. That's all right.

I'd love it if you woke me up every morning.

Well, you're in luck.

I just told Adelaide I'm leaving home.

Sometimes things change.

It seems impossible.

It's unbelievable.

But sometimes... it happens.