All language subtitles for The New Years .S01E04.1080p.WEB.H264-ARTE_track4_[eng]

Do you have a wish for your 30th birthday?

To go live in Vancouver.

Wow, only that?

725 euros?

- What? You don't want to go?
- Yes, I do.

Happy birthday!

Close your eyes.
Do you want your present?

Just before they split up.

I lived there until I was 6.
Then we moved.

Weren't you 8 when they separated?

No.
They told me when I was eight.

That's strange.

Why?

They lied to you for two years.

Stop it!

- There's no hot water.
- Get wet!

- You're a coward!
- It's cold.

We would need to live together.

- I can't resist.
- So?

- Delicious.
- Someone's stuffing their face.

- Me.
- I can see that.

Grandma Pilar
used to suck the heads like that.

Your grandmother never did that.

Dad! I have this image of Grandma
sucking heads.

- No way!
- Fernando!

At our wedding,
she wouldn't stop.

I only had eyes for you,
my darling.

- Does it bother you that I'm doing this?
- No.

Good
because I was gonna keep doing it.

- Enjoy.
- Delicious.

- They're from my fishmonger.
- No, mine.

- You have a fishmonger?
- Yes. At the Tirso market.

Sorry.

Did you get Irene?

Yes, I'm letting her have the car.

She's my little sister, the actress.

Is she in something?

In the theater, yes.

That's great.

We can go see the play.

With pleasure!

Really? We'll come too.

- Again?
- Are you tired of seeing it?

- No.
- Not me, anyway.

It's decided.

Perfect!

I'll show you a picture of her.

You'll see how beautiful she is.

Carmen, that's when you say
that they look alike.

There is something, yes.

- It's working out well for her.
- Let's just say...

This year, yes.

- But that world is very unstable.
- I imagine so.

But when they're determined...

Óscar could have become an artist,
too.

Because of Eduardo?

With a poet for a father, you bet!

No wonder.

By the way, have you retired?

April 3. I'm delighted.

It must be very hard
being a nurse.

They must miss you at the hospital.

I don't miss them.

- You liked your job, didn't you?
- Of course.

And I was good at it.

But I've had enough.
35 years is enough.

35 years, that's crazy!
If I could leave the bank...

Me, they'll have to drag me out
of my office.

- That's true.
- That's what you think.

If for a year, we...

Hey!

We'll take it easy,
enjoy life.

Doing nothing at all,
I don't feel like it.

Little by little, we're getting used to it.
I'm learning French.

I love French!

Moustaki, Aznavour...

That was the idea.
And I'm in a book club.

What a great idea!

In the countryside, it's different.
We never stop.

- What a change of lifestyle!
- That's true.

You find ways to compensate.
The worst thing is getting up early.

Why do you get up early?

I can't help it.

Every day, at 7 o'clock sharp,
I open my eyes!

Next time,
you won't be sleeping on that couch.

- No problem.
- Óscar and I will sleep there.

I'll come less often.
They have their own lives.

I like it when you come over.

Anyway, next time,
you're sleeping at home.

We're all alone.

This is your cheese.

It's smoked. Try it.

- I'll start.
- Delicious.

- I'll go ahead.
- Help yourself.

You had your daughters young.

We were kids.

You can see the result!

The cutest girls
in the world.

I have two recurring
nightmares.

Yes, two.

The first one: I have my period again.

- Imagine that!
- It's horrible.

The second:
my daughters are moving back home.

She'd love that.

- That's for sure.
- Yes, I'm a mother hen.

The good thing is that by the time we were 40,
they were grown up.

And life gave us another chance.
True lovers.

- Stop it!
- You should have seen us alone.

Don't bother, Dad.

Listen, Ana.

You know, your parents are fucking too.

- You know that?
- I already knew that when I was a kid.

Every Sunday mornings,
door locked.

I raise my glass
to parental sex!

- Very good!
- Right, Oscar?

Come on.
To parental sex!

Let's not keep quiet about it anymore.

If only!
I'm going through a dry spell!

You'll see
when you become parents.

- Mom...
- It's true.

My dad sends his love.

Say hi to him for us.

He doesn't know what to get you.

No wonder.
It's difficult with Ana.

- Tell him I don't want anything.
- Dinner.

Who's he having dinner with tonight?

No one.

- Are you okay, Fernando?
- Restroom?

Right there. First door.

He's having dinner alone?

- Yes.
- New Year's Eve alone?

That's sad.
Why didn't you invite him?

Because there are a lot of us.

Yes, but...
Isn't he with his girlfriend?

Mariana and him, it's...

- What?
- It's over, Mom.

For real? Why?
Everything seemed fine.

- Did you know her?
- Yes, the three of us had dinner together once.

She knew how to handle your father,
he's not easy.

That's your opinion!

- Got a problem with that?
- No.

Carmen, do you have a boyfriend?

No, I'm fine on my own.

You never wanted to start a new life
all this time?

Carmen has a great life.

- That's a way of putting it.
- Yes, but it's a bit...

- Am I being tactless?
- No. I'll tell you.

After my separation,
I had a few flings.

Excuse me?
You had a few what?

Flings.

- Do people still say that?
- Yes, tell me more.

- Flings.
- And nothing...

- You have a drink...
- And you make your body happy.

If you're lucky.
If you're very lucky.

That's true.

And when did Mariana leave him?

She knows who left whom.

- Is that right?
- Yes. Last summer.

Before that, I think.
When I moved here.

- And you didn't tell me?
- I didn't think about it.

- How is he?
- He's fine. I don't know.

- He's getting older.
- He's getting older?

- I'd like to be like him.
- You look beautiful.

You're gorgeous.
You're not losing weight...

I've put on weight in that area.

Is he writing? Is he feeling down?

He's not feeling down.
He's fine. He is writing, yes.

We don't talk much anymore.

- Do you get along well?
- Yes.

We don't talk as much as we used to.

But we get along well, yes.

Tell him to come.

My dad?

Yeah, he should come.

Good idea!
He shouldn't be dining alone.

- Eating alone is no big deal.
- For New Year's?

- You've never...
- Eaten grapes alone?

- In 56 years, never.
- I have.

Me, once.

When, Dad?

I couldn't eat the grapes.

I was driving home,
and in front of my wheels, there was...

Kendall...

- What, Kendall? Lorna!
- Lorna!

- Did you have a dog?
- Yes. Not for long.

Lorna!

It's a long story.

I ran her over.

It wasn't New Year's Eve.

Of course it was, honey.

I already told you.
That's what's crazy.

- Is she dead?
- No. Worse than that.

She became disabled.

- He brought her to me, unkempt and dirty.
- How could I have done that?

The poor thing was awful,
you have no idea.

Two years in a cart.

Poor thing! So cute.

I've often been alone
on New Year's Eve.

Why do you say
it's a problem?

It's not the same thing.

Your dad can't do anything on his own.
He can't eat grapes or anything.

Here we go.

I'm not saying this to criticize him.

That's just how he is.
Why else would he have called?

To talk,
to wish me a happy birthday.

He likes to call now?

When you used to live with me,
he wouldn't call often.

You're annoying now.

I'm not the only mother
who's annoying, then.

I know your father.

- You like to brag about it.
- About what?

About knowing everything about Dad.

- He did that a long time ago.
- What?

- Should I tell you?
- Enlighten us.

- Don't get upset.
- No, I promise.

Your father called you
to get sympathy.

To get me to feel sorry for him?

Yes. Don't laugh.

Eduardo isn't twisted.

Think again. He called him
to test the waters.

He's playing the victim,
and blah, blah, blah...

- To get something out of it.
- What, Mom?

An invitation!

- Do you know him?
- Yes, he's very nice.

- We had dinner at...
- Casa Pachuco.

Casa Pachuco!
A charming man.

It's his specialty,
charming people.

He has a superpower.

Why did he call?

The reason might be very simple.
It's New Year's Eve,

he's feeling blue
and wants to talk to his son.

Or he's alone, he wants to come over,
so he calls.

If Eduardo wants to come,
he'll tell us.

Of course.

If your son doesn't invite you,
it's not easy to ask him.

Carmen, do you want him to come or... .

Yes, that's what I'm saying,
I'd be delighted.

And that would be normal.

- I don't know.
- Normal...

Would you have dinner with me if we were...

Honestly, I don't know.

When you've loved someone,
to pretend like nothing happened...

That's true!
It would hurt me.

As for me,

it wouldn't bother me at all.

- Come on! Call him.
- Don't give Óscar orders.

- My father won't be coming. Period.
- That's up to him.

- It's late.
- What time is it?

- We're still eating.
- Eating cheese, we're almost done.

And he must be having dinner.

Let him come for the grapes.

- Does he live far away?
- Dad, give it up.

The problem is taxis.
It's complicated.

An Uber or something...

- Eduardo doesn't know how to use that.
- Yes, he does.

But he prefers taxis.

Call him, he'll be happy.

For sure.
Every father would be.

Don't be long.

I'm not calling him.
You're going to make fun of him.

- Me, of your dad?
- Excuse me?

He doesn't get your jokes.

It takes more than that to upset him.
You're the sensitive one.

I don't like
it when you argue.

- That's enough.
- Are your father and I arguing?

- Excuse me?
- When?

- Excuse me?
- Give me an example.

The story about the glass.

- That was a century ago!
- She remembers it.

Do you remember?
You couldn't even talk yet.

- I was 6.
- No, you weren't! You were 3.

You left me alone
for two hours in a store.

I never left you alone.

I was surrounded by crates of Fanta.
The memory is etched in my mind.

We were in front of the bar,
tending to his wound.

- Why did you throw that glass?
- Did he tell you that?

No, he didn't tell me.
I saw it.

Why did you throw that glass?
Tell me!

- The glass fell.
- What a coincidence!

And your father cut himself.

- That's the story.
- Whatever you say.

That's the truth.

I'm telling you.

It would be good
to bring the veal cheeks.

Yes, good idea.

Yes, now's the time.

Your plates.

- Here.
- It was delicious.

You murdered the langoustines.
Cheese on the other hand...

You'll eat it.

It stays fresh forever.

I don't want it anymore.

One day,

Isabel threw a shoe
at my face.

She's the one who threw the glass.

Are you okay?

She's annoying me
with her memories...

She's really funny.

She has no filter,
but I like her.

- So?
- It smells so good!

- Did you write your wishes?
- No. Did you?

Yes. They're here.

- You're always ahead of me.
- It'll be time for the grapes soon.

So... my wishes.

I have to think about it.

You have to do it before midnight.

Don't pressure me.
Later.

So, the plates.

The door!

- The mussels weren't a hit.
- The door!

Nope, they were not.

Hey, you're here smoking and smoking... Come on!

Two seconds.
Just a few puffs.

The wine...

- How many wishes can we make?
- Three.

Only three?

- Twelve, if you want.
- I have lots.

You have to choose.

- What did you ask for?
- It's there.

- So, I can look.
- No!

This corkscrew is slipping out of my hands.

Let me see. Give me that.

The potatoes.

Are they cooked? Are you sure?

Look. Who am I?

The fringe. The white shirt.

Popeye.

- Mia Wallace!
- Show me again.

“Pulp Fiction.”

No, Popeye.

Take that off.

- Turn it off and come here.
- Yes!

I'm coming.

Close the window.

Let's try it.

Wonderful!

- Let's see how it turns out.
- It's magnificent.

Come on.

I love your home decoration.

It's very beautiful.

- Very cheerful.
- Yes, more colorful.

By the way, the painting we brought
would look good on this wall, wouldn't it?

That wall? The painting?

It won't fit.

- It'll never fit.
- We'll see.

- I'll help you.
- I'd like that, Carmen.

Because...

It's very beautiful,

but you went too big.
It's enormous.

- Huge.
- It'll never fit.

If we take the posters down, it will fit.

I don't think so.

In the hallway.
Besides, we love that poster.

It's the Nacho Vegas concert.

We saw him in concert too.

No, you saw Antonio Vega,
not Nacho Vegas.

It's not the same person.

Edinburgh, can you explain?

- No, it's nothing.
- What do you mean, nothing?

You're not going anymore?

It's a bit complicated.

Why aren't you telling me anything?

We're not leaving after all.

- Did they offer you a job?
- No.

They're having a hard time
finding doctors.

It was Ana who had an offer.

Yes, a nice job.

That's not a bad thing.
With Brexit, what a mess!

- The position is still open.
- Did you get Laura?

- Who's that?
- My old boss.

She heard there was a position
and offered it to me.

So?

It's a great city.

Yes, but...
We decided we wouldn't go.

We decided not to go.

That's delicious, sweetie.

Really?

What, Mom?

- I didn't say anything.
- Precisely, I know you. Speak up.

Well...

you're a bit inconsistent.

I knew it.

- Listen. Am I wrong?
- Isabel!

It's like smoking,
you quit, you start again...

Everyone does what they want.

We can't live like this.

I'm sick of this job,

I'm quitting.
I'm sick of this new job, I'm quitting.

I've got savings, don't worry.

- Savings?
- Ultimately...

We have to help each other in a relationship.

Of course.

Sometimes you have to grit your teeth.
Right, Carmen?

Do you think I like
working at the cash register?

Going to the bank every day?
You don't always get to choose.

Enough. Stop, enough.

Okay. You're a big girl.

So that's what you were getting at.
Let's change the subject.

In any case,
these veal cheeks are to die for!

- To die for!
- Very juicy. My dear. ..

No really, you deserve it, I congratulate you.

You'd better.

- What's that little taste?
- Rosemary.

No way.

If she tells you, Mom.

It's not rosemary.

- It's her recipe!
- It's not.

It's not rosemary, OK.

How lucky
to eat like that every day.

I'm not the only one who cooks.
He cooks too.

My thing is pasta.

And when it comes to cleaning,
I'm a machine.

You make a great team.

- Living together is the ultimate test.
- I agree.

When you fall in love,
you don't move in together right away.

And the initial blindness
doesn't last.

I haven't discovered anything new...

- No?
- No. I mean...

Nothing shocked me.
You're consistent.

For now.

Knowing each other is the key.

But routine is inevitable.
That's where the danger lies.

You're an expert!
You and Dad weren't routine people.

I had a life before your father.

The famous Antonio!

Yes, the famous Antonio!

It was the routine that killed us.

And your meeting with the poet.

Yes, that too.

I love routine.

Óscar does too.

For you,
routine is something new.

We have agreements
about living together.

“Agreements”! The magic word.

Her sister Irene is the same.

It's crazy. Everything is negotiable.

- Are you against it?
- No.

Dividing up the tasks is great.

Thank goodness.

But to go so far as to calibrate
everything down to the millimeter...

It destroys the romance,
the mystery.

- It limits arguments.
- And disappointments.

Often,
we expect a lot from the other person,

and the other person doesn't know
what to do,

or even what
we expect from them.

Well done!

You've got it all figured out.

He's a smooth talker,
just like his father.

That's all well and good, but...

life is something else.

You never know
where trouble will come from.

Stop seeing everything in such a negative light.
What a disaster!

Yes, sorry!

Let's not scare them.
Tell us about these agreements.

So... We need to talk
about private matters.

I don't know, whatever.

Whoever cooks
doesn't do the dishes.

- Cleaning, both of us.
- Laundry, me.

He's crazy.
He hangs it up by color.

- Mom taught me.
- I'm sure you're really good at it.

- By color?
- Of course!

Then, when he comes home from a shift,
he's exempt.

Excuse me.
I'm bringing hot croissants.

That's right, yes.

By the way!
The most important agreement

is not to
go to bed angry.

Very good point.

I prefer to put it off
until the next day.

Come on!

Wait, Fer.
The little things, okay,

but starting debates
in the middle of the night, no way!

Every couple
has their own way of doing things.

You have to adapt to each other,
I think. What?

- That's how it is.
- I'm not sure.

Adapting to each other...

I don't really like that.

I don't want to adapt to Oscar,
nor vice versa.

We are who we are.

That's what your mother used to say,
and in the end...

- What?
- I had to adjust to you, honey.

- The nerve!
- What about the toilet seat, then?

The toilet seat
you have to lift it up.

Especially when you have girls.

- What?
- Nothing.

We don't have that problem.

You don't have a toilet seat?

Yes, we have a toilet seat.

- So what?
- Nothing.

- It doesn't matter.
- I don't believe it!

There's nothing strange about it.
Tell me. No problem.

I pee sitting down.

Yes, I've seen you do it before.

- Sitting down?
- Sometimes.

- Thanks!
- You pee sitting down?

Yes, when I wake up tired,
I pee sitting down.

I've never seen you do it, thank goodness!

What's the problem?

He's a man!
It feels weird.

It's good for the prostate,
apparently.

- I think it's sexy.
- And practical.

He's free.

Can we change the subject? Let's eat.

Speaking of adapting...

I think it's beautiful
to adapt. That's what being a couple is about.

I think so.

I disagree.
Sometimes you have to give in.

But accepting the other person as they are
is what's beautiful.

Accepting differences.

I was talking about adapting
to the little things in everyday life.

If I can change...

- I understand.
- It's easy.

Go ahead, say it.

He wants to say it!

- It's nothing special.
- Tell us.

She cuts her nails
on the sofa.

Really?
I didn't teach you that.

I didn't teach you that!

I pick them up.

She picks up the ones she sees.
The ones that fly away...

The other day, I was having a nap,
I wake up...

I had one stuck in my neck.

How awful, Ana!

Ah, here! It's Rocío.

She's writing in the group.

I promise, I won't cut my nails
on the sofa anymore.

Seriously. I won't do it anymore.
Where should I cut them?

In the bathroom!

Okay. Farts and nails,
in the bathroom.

Obviously. That's normal.

What does Rocío say?

She's happy in Egypt.

In Egypt? That's wonderful!
I want to go there.

We went there.
It's spectacular.

We stayed in a hotel

where we could see the pyramids.
Do you remember?

I especially remember
the marble jacuzzi.

A jacuzzi?

Mom, no need for details.

I'm describing the hotel room.

I know your descriptions.

I'm interested.
What was the hot tub like?

What happened?

- How awful!
- What?

Look.

Fuck!

- Show it to Carmen.
- Look.

Why “how awful”?
She's beautiful!

You should be a chef.

Chief of the firefighters, yes.

Zoom in.

Oh my God, it's a snake!

Poor thing!

That's just great!

- I hope she's having fun.
- She's having a blast.

Look at her.

She went to an agency

where they organize trips
by age group.

You have to travel alone.

That's great.

Carmen, it could work for you.

- No, I don't think so.
- Why so?

I can ask
Rocío for the name of the agency.

- Let's go to the old folks' club!
- Mom!

No, seriously, it's good.
You meet people,

have adventures.

The more you talk about it,
the less I want to go!

For Rocío, it's ideal.
It's what she needed.

Because of the divorce?

Yes. And everything else.

Because her ex...
what a jerk! Did they tell you?

Yes, we told her.

A real slacker.

A carefree guy.
He didn't take care of the kids at all.

And one day, Rocío got sick
and he had to take them to the park.

There's no need
to tell the whole story.

It's so she understands.

That's very clear.

So he takes them to the park,

and suddenly
he becomes the best father ever.

They go there every afternoon,
he gives them snacks.

Rocío is happy.

She can go back to work
full time.

The twins adore
their beloved daddy.

And one day, a man calls her.

The dear little daddy
was sleeping with a mom from the park.

- His wife.
- What a bastard!

What kind of person
goes to the park with their kids

and falls in love?

You go there
and watch after the kids, right?

It's not that strange.
I don't know.

Are you defending that jerk?

No! But you fall in love, you fall out of love,
it's commonplace.

Not always. Some
people are truly in love forever. Right?

Some people, yes.
But it happens.

- Of course.
- It happens a lot.

But it's not the end of the world.
Sometimes things work out.

“It works out”!

Tell me... Well, maybe it's
a little indiscreet.

- It's up to you.
- Sounds promising!

- Can I tell you something?
- I'm all ears.

Go ahead, fire away!

When I see you, I can't imagine
you with Eduardo at all.

No. You're very pragmatic.

- And he's...
- Pragmatic, my ass!

You'll see when you him better...

Sorry, Fernando, but...

I know I can't
compete with a poet.

Was he really that extraordinary?

Isabel, just imagine.

35 years old, brown, long hair,
tan skin. And what a voice!

Always wearing a felt hat
like Bob Dylan...

He was very funny.

I never laughed as much
as I did with him.

He recited poems in a bar,
with a guitarist.

They could do anything!

They were very funny.

And he was making up words.

Words that were so visual
you'd think...

you could understand them.

I've never read anything by him.

I have all his books.

All of them? All three?

Yes, all three. All of them.
Would you like to see them?

With pleasure. If you don't mind.

Veal cheeks and poetry, the best.

- Which one do you choose?
- “Sincerely, no.”

- That's the title?
- I love it.

There's a poem...

- That you like.
- And that Mom likes too.

Wait.

This one. “Sincerely, no.”

So...

“When it's too late...”

Mom! Read it for all of us,
more slowly.

This is my first time.
I'm embarrassed to read aloud.

- We want to enjoy it.
- Yes?

Okay.

So...

"When it's too late for everything
Including starting over

“When you feel like you've failed

”That you've only achieved
what didn't matter

“Remember me

”When you believe
that you have retreated

“That one day...

”You confused
surrender with victory

"That we didn't have time
to have a past

“Remember me
as I do now

”Feeling
nostalgic for the two of us."

- It's very beautiful!
- Magnificent.

- Very beautiful.
- Yes, really.

- Ana...
- What?

- Mom!
- Your eyes! You're moved.

It's powerful.

Did he write it with you in mind?

This one, yes.

But there are lots of them.
You'll like them.

He was unlucky,
but he's talented.

Much better at poetry than at love.

So,
what happened to make...

it not last...

Nothing. It was like I had
two children. A toddler and a teenager.

It was chaos at home.

He wasn't reliable.
One day, he called me from Zaragoza.

He had received an award
and was having dinner with the jury.

He said to me: “Since I can't
drive when I've been drinking,

”I'm staying here tonight."

It lasted three days!

Just like my son-in-law!

No, he wasn't
like your son-in-law.

She's talking to me.
As far as I know, he didn't cheat on me...

I wouldn't even have cared.

That's not true.

I know who I was with.
Your father is a hopeless romantic.

They say here are many of us
who have charmed him.

You were his great love.

He told you that?

Many times.

That's not true.
Your father was in love a thousand times.

It was different with you.
He had a child.

He didn't have a choice.
He did it out of jealousy.

- Was Eduardo jealous?
- No.

That doesn't fit with his character.

I don't understand
this jealousy thing.

- One of her delusions...
- Listen.

Yes, out of jealousy.

Maybe he loved me, okay.

I wanted a child.

He knew
that if he didn't give me one,

I'd go somewhere else.
He couldn't stand that.

What's that called?

Pure and simple jealousy.

- Seen that way, it makes sense.
- Did she convince you?

- A little. It makes sense.
- The important thing is that he loves you.

Tell me. How old was Óscar
when you separated?

- 6.
- But they told me when I was 8.

They hid it from you?

They weren't lying to me.

They were not telling me
they were together,

they were not kissing,
but my dad...

would have dinner with us,
and when I would go to bed, he would leave.

I felt like
we all lived together.

My father would pick me up
from school, play with me,

take me home
and leave.

But my last memory of the evening

would be going to bed,
with my father beside me.

That's beautiful.

- Wonderful.
- Yes. Don't you think so?

They did it for you.

To protect me.

Protect you from what?

To delay the shock.
That's what you told me.

- Your father.
- And you too.

Impossible, because it's not true.
Well...

Your father never knew how to cope.

- With what?
- The important things.

He didn't tell you
because he's a coward.

He let you believe
he did it for you...

Every day he would say to me,
“Today, I'll tell him.”

And you?

- I told you!
- 2 years later.

That's right!

- Two years?
- When he asked me.

You're unbelievable!
You both lied to me.

- Not me.
- Yes, you did!

I wasn't pretending.

I was at home with my son.
Wasn't I?

Forget it.

I have nothing to feel guilty about.

Really? Nothing?

Breakups are are complicated,
and you were happy.

- That's true, but then...
- Then what?

Time passes
and some things...

- What things?
- Forget it, honestly.

- Yes, it's better that way.
- Whatever.

You know what happens
when you've been lied to for years?

And not just by anyone.
The two people you love the most.

- No, I've never thought about that.
- You should.

I don't trust anyone.

You're a little suspicious,
but not that much.

I'll be right back. I'm going to the bathroom.

- Are you okay, Carmen?
- Yes.

Honey...

Mom,
if you keep asking questions...

I'm sorry.

It wasn't intentional.
I'm sorry, Óscar.

- Shall we turn on the TV?
- The TV?

We should, right?

- It's early.
- It's almost time for grapes.

Do you want to see
the usual numbers?

I'll be right back.

It's a thing between them.

Are you okay?

My feet hurt.

Let me see.

Is that better?

We went a little too far.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

You've been
amazing parents.

Especially you.

Your father did a lot too.

The smooth talker.

Among other things.

I'll call him.

This is Eduardo.
Leave a message after the tone.

We have enough food for a week.

- Shall we go to bed?
- I'll just finish this.

Come on, we've earned it.

It's nothing.

I don't feel like preparing the bed.

- Do you want me to do it?
- Yes!

I'll be done in a minute.

I've got the joint from earlier.

Damn!

What did Laura say?

Laura?

When?

You said you talked to her.

- To Laura?
- Yes.

No, I didn't say that .

Yes, I did.

I haven't heard from Laura
in weeks.

I made it up?

I didn't say that. I can
show you my cell phone, I haven't...

It doesn't matter.

- I turned down the job.
- I know.

But I feel like
you want to go.

Yes, I want to go, with you.

But we decided we wouldn't go.

That's what I think.
We decided, didn't we?

You decided.

Me?

Yes. I didn't say,
“Let's pass up this opportunity.”

I didn't say that.

Do you really want to go?

That's what I'm telling you, yes.

- It makes me sad.
- Sad?

Fuck this!

We've been living together for 6 months
and you want to leave?

I want to leave with you.
How can I make you understand?

Fuck! You're always saying:
“I'm sick of this place...”

- That's not the same thing.
- Yes, it is! Why don't you leave?

La Paz is a great hospital.

Not the best... But Edinburgh!

You don't know anything about Edinburgh.

You haven't even considered it.
You haven't told your mom.

- Because I don't want to leave.
- Ah! Here we go.

Apparently not.

When we met,
I was going to leave for Canada.

You know very well
that I have this desire.

It's not a whim,
it's a deep desire.

A deep desire.

In that case, leave.

Stop it!

Don't sacrifice anything for me.

I'll come visit you.

I won't leave without you.

Never in a million years.
We'll talk about it tomorrow.

I'll wait for you.

I'm done.

Never in a million years, huh?

Exactly, never in a million years.

What a brute!

Not as much as your mother.

- Your parents must have been shocked.
- Did you hear them? So annoying!

“I only had eyes for you.”

Don't make fun of
my dad.

- The vows!
- Tomorrow.

Shut up.

Happy New Year.