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HARD TIMES

Put your names on your exams. I'll collect them now.

Thank you.

Time's up.

What's this?

You haven't written anything.

My wrist hurts.

Why didn't you tell me? Shall we go

to the nurse?

It's okay now.

Gonzalo, you haven't even copied the questions down.

You'll have to go to the nurse if you want to repeat the exam.

Did you hear me?

If you don't repeat, you'll fail.

Okay.

Thank you.

That's okay. Bye.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Please, I want to talk to Fatima. To ask about papers.

Open up?

Hey, there.

Hi, Ibram. How are you?

- Any news of my brother? - I told you yesterday.

When I hear, I'll let you know.

- When will you know? - They have to ring

from London first.

- The same every day. "Wait"... - I know, but be patient.

Go on.

- Hi, Ana. - Hi.

See you later, okay?

It's crazy in Cuba.

Nothing to eat but nobody goes hungry.

Nobody goes hungry but everyone complains.

Everyone complains but they all cry revolution.

They all cry revolution but they still want to leave. Like the old saying,

"You can't see the wood for the trees."

Those are the certificates. There were no problems.

What about the Mariano?

Your brother gave it to me. Something's happened...

Have you talked to him?

I mean sitting down and talking things over.

- I didn't know there was a problem. - Sure.

People think they can leave it all to us.

I'm not saying you do, but it happens.

Then they say, "Why didn't you tell us?"

Why didn't you tell me?

If you'd asked, I would have told you before.

Gonzalo,

breakfast's on the table. I'm off.

It's almost 8 o'clock. Don't be late.

- Like that. - Only immigrants and soldiers...

- Can you make it shorter? - Yes.

Hi, Ana!

Abdoul. How you doing?

- Fine. - How are you?

Just fine.

- My papers are through. - Really?

Look, Ramon, Abdoul's got his papers.

- That's great. Congratulations. - I'm very happy. Thank you.

I brought you a little present.

You shouldn't have, really.

Everything I want to say is here.

Read it when you're alone.

When I'm alone, okay.

- Hello? - Ana Martin?

Yes.

This is Gonzalo's teacher.

I was wondering if anything had happened to him.

Gonzalo?

Are you in there?

Why didn't you go to school?

I don't know.

What do you mean?

I don't want to leave this room.

What do you want? To sit in front of that screen all day?

I don't know.

Well, I do. Turn that off.

Gonzalo!

- Turn it off. - I'm over the mountains!

I don't care. Turn it off.

And don't turn it on again without asking.

And tomorrow I want you back at school. Is that clear?

No.

What do you mean "no"?

I'm not leaving this room.

Gonzalo, get up and come into the living room right now.

I said come with me to the living room right now.

Gonzalo.

Gonzalo!

Come into the living room this minute!

Gonzalo!

Thank you.

- Hello, Carlos. - Hello.

The consignment arrived.

And the Mariano?

Out on loan. We can't do anything till it's back in the museum.

The certificate's almost due to expire.

Try and understand, Fabre.

My brother's risking his neck.

The Mexican who bought the Portocarrero

included it in his gallery catalogue!

What happened?

Nothing this time. But that is hot.

Just get my painting before this all blows up.

It'll have to be done carefully. Trust me.

I've got a hunch.

A hunch?

Something almost physical.

Anyway, be patient.

Coconut fritters.

- Want one? - No, thanks.

I'm in a hurry.

Get moving on that Mariano.

See you soon.

You were lucky to find me.

I tried on Sunday.

Gate 16, next to B Tower.

You didn't turn up.

I only go to Champions League matches now.

Who won?

They thrashed us.

Look, Berta and Cristian.

A month ago. A Sunday in the country.

How's Rita?

Fine, just fine.

We run a bar.

It's not going badly.

We do live entertainment. Rita's idea.

What's the name?

I'd like to call in for a drink.

Look, Mikel.

I'm glad you're out, really I am.

But let's not mix things up.

You have your life, I have mine.

Please, don't get me wrong.

If you need money or a place to stay...

I've got my flat.

Anyway...

I have a pal at City Hall out in Alcorcon.

In the sports department.

You still play chess?

Alcorcon?

Yes.

You think I've come to screw you over?

No.

- Want some? - No.

What's the matter with Fabre?

Nothing. Should there be?

He's never talked of hunches before.

He was weird... like he was sounding me out.

- I don't believe it. - What?

- You're paranoid. - Like hell I am.

He was talking about the painting.

He thinks you'll get it for him.

But this is something else.

Like what?

When did you two last screw?

Fuck off.

No, really. When did you?

- None of your business. - It is.

If you don't screw he'll think there's someone else.

Let him.

I don't want any problems.

He's never been a problem.

- Shall I drive you? - No.

- Hello. - Evening, madame.

I was ringing you. I was worried.

I didn't hear it. I was in a bar.

- Have you eaten? - Yes.

You want a drink?

Good night.

Yes?

Carlos?

Yes. Who is it?

Luisa.

Luisa?

Are you with someone?

No, I'm on my own.

I live alone.

I didn't know if you'd changed your number.

No, I haven't changed my number, Luisa.

I bet you didn't expect this.

Shit.

- Hi. - Hi, Ana.

Come in.

- Did I wake you up? - No, that's okay. Come in.

- How are you? - Fine.

Coffee?

No, thanks. I've had breakfast already.

- Were you out drinking last night? - Why?

You don't look too good.

Ana...

After a month is that all you can say?

Just a question.

We're not at your office.

Is something wrong?

It's Gonzalo.

What's wrong with him?

He won't come out of his room.

He won't go to school.

I shouted at him.

Probably just a teenage tantrum.

I don't know what to do.

I'm really confused.

Have you talked to him?

He won't talk to me.

He looks all right,

he's calm enough but...

he's listless.

What do you want me to do?

You could talk to him.

You gave him that simulator...

Hey, Gonzalo. How you doing?

Did my mother call you?

No.

I was thinking passing by in anyway.

- How's school? - I haven't been.

Why not?

Is it boring?

Where are you going?

To the Antarctic.

The Antarctic.

What will you do there?

See what it's like.

There's nothing to see.

It's cold, desolate. No pilot would ever think of going there.

I would.

You're only 13, Gonzalo.

You've still got a lot to learn.

- My mother told you to come. - Oh, come on.

You can't shut yourself up

as if there was nothing out there.

There are many some good things.

Nothing in that computer is...

real.

You think so?

Do I think so?

- What do you think? - You don't.

Are you worried about something or scared?

I'm 14, not 13.

I was listening.

What'll you do?

I don't know.

Have you got it?

My mother.

Mariano took 2 months to paint it.

My mother had to pose 4 hours a day.

That was some ordeal.

But it was worth it.

Then the communists seized all we had.

I can understand them taking a house because we had two,

or 2 cars, as we had 3.

But some things...

nobody should take away from you.

Even if it's to hang them in museums.

It was my mother.

You'll get it back.

We're both exiles.

We've both lost a lot of things.

When you say the Mariano will take time, I believe you.

And also when you say I'll get it back.

I trust you.

Business apart, we're friends, right?

I told Laura I wanted us to have a baby.

She said never with me.

- Give her time. - If I was doing it wrong,

if I was screwing her up instead of helping her, you'd tell me, right?

I would.

I'm glad.

I'd do the same for you.

Kolya's a good son

but they don't understand. It's easy

for them to call him a coward,

to say he couldn't take it.

But take what?

I didn't raise him to take a war.

We're doing all we can, Olga.

What is "all you can"?

Russian's a big country, the administration's slow.

I told you at the beginning, it takes time to reunite families.

- With Lyuva it took less. - That was different.

Because she's a girl?

For lots of reasons, Olga.

Nicolai's in jail.

I know it was only for deserting, but that's still an crime.

And we don't know where he is.

We can't even begin to study his case until we do.

Ana, please understand. I have to find my son.

And I'll do everything I can to help.

How's your Spanish?

A little.

Start studying

or you won't find a job.

No good jobs for Russian girl.

Hello, Gonzalo.

Mum, I'm not coming out. I don't feel like it.

I want you to meet someone.

Hi, Gonzalo.

Lyuva's a Russian friend.

She's going to stay with you while I'm at work.

- I don't need looking after. - She's not going to.

She'll make your meals.

She's a good cook and she needs to learn Spanish.

You could help her. All you have to do is talk to her.

A little... Spanish.

Call me, okay?

- Can I help? - No thanks. It's okay.

My name's Mikel.

- I'm your neighbour. - Anything wrong?

I'd like some Cuban cigars.

At a good price.

I'm out.

Montecristo Number 4.

It's one of my own.

No, no, no.

On the house. Enjoy it.

Excuse me. Thanks.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

It's a Montecristo.

You smoke Montecristos now?

I can get you a box if you want.

I've given up.

- What'll it be? - A beer.

Thanks.

How did you find me?

I remembered...

What?

Your wife's surname.

Reyes.

A bar with that name had to be yours.

What do you want?

Whisky on the rocks.

Save it for the taxi.

- You know him? - Sort of.

So you like chess?

I used to play and give lessons.

There was a Cuban world master... Capablanca.

I played once.

A school championship.

Chess school?

Flying school. In Cuba I was a pilot.

Antonov 2's.

Spraying.

So why are you selling cigars?

That's life.

Couldn't you fly here?

Who'd hire me? Iberia?

American Airlines?

I see.

So you stick to cigars.

A girlfriend of mine in Miami has a friend

who owns a flying school, but I'd have to go there.

What have you decided?

I haven't yet.

If you like flying,

Miami's as good a place as any.

Are you... good?

What?

Good at chess.

I'm awesome.

But I'm a bit rusty now.

I've been doing a lot of

- sleeping, reading and watching TV. - Did you win the lottery?

No, jail.

Otherwise I'd be earning a living playing chess now.

I beat Karpov once.

Okay, it was a simultaneous match and he was jet-lagged...

But I was the only one to beat him.

Are you teaching again?

I've got no pupils.

Gonzalo,

this is Mikel.

- A friend of mine. - Hi, Gonzalo.

Mikel's a chess teacher.

He'll teach you how to play.

You'll love it. It's a very old game

- from India, right? - Yes, India.

It was invented over a thousand years ago

and spread all over the world

because it's a game for the intelligence and very special.

It's a game for developing the mental faculties,

the mind.

Yes. A lot of what I've learned I owe it to playing chess.

You see? He's a great teacher.

A present for you.

Your first chessboard.

Anyway, I'll leave you two.

- What do you think? - I don't know.

Your chess player looks more like a plumber.

What do chess players look like? Long hair, glasses,

neurotic-looking?

He's a nice guy.

The first thing to remember: This is war.

You have an army,

I have another.

The aim is to win.

And to win,

you need to apply pressure,

take up the best positions

and attack.

If you can't defeat your enemy,

try and save the day with stalemate.

The last thing you should ever do is give up.

Any questions?

Are you going to ask me to leave my room?

Me?

Why should I?

Everybody else does.

I don't care.

It's not so strange. It happens a lot.

In Japan.

I read about it the other day.

Some kids shut themselves in their rooms and won't come out.

Why do they do it?

Out of shame.

Japan's like that.

They're very concerned about shame, honour...

When they lose they can even commit hara-kiri.

Know what that is?

They disembowel themselves.

Imagine I lost a game to you

and killed myself out of shame.

Why, because I'm the teacher?

People sometimes over-rate things.

So don't take me

too seriously.

Or chess either.

So why bother to play?

To see what happens.

I'm going away for a time.

A long time.

Luisa called me.

After three years?

She told me

she'd found me a job.

At a flying school.

I might get to fly again.

She said that?

And she'd help any way she could.

She wants to try again.

Like last time, when she wouldn't return your calls.

She had a bad time.

- Miami's a fucked-up place. - Well...

I don't know her.

But you had a bad time.

I just hope it works out this time.

It's what you always wanted, right?

Hello, Carlos.

Look, it's a bit difficult.

- I have some business to do. - Want a lift?

That's not necessary.

What business?

I'm going on a trip.

I'll go with you. Where are we going?

It's a one-way trip, Laura.

Where to?

Miami.

You're holding up the traffic.

Thank you.

Reason for your trip?

To see a friend. It's all there.

- What does your friend do? - She's in insurance.

And you left Cuba?

Five years ago.

- What did you do there? - I was a pilot.

Nothing military. It was agricultural aviation.

Spraying orange orchards...

Don't worry, Cubans may be full of shit

but we don't go around flying planes into buildings.

Just a joke.

Come back in 3 weeks' time.

- You're Cuban, right? - Yes.

Me too. My name's Leonid but they call me Leo. Where you from?

- Havana. - Havana!

I'm from Holguin but I've been here for years. How did it go in there?

- Okay. - Hey, it's okay, bro'.

Take my card.

In case you have any trouble.

"Spiritual cleansing

- and shell reading?" - That's just one of my businesses.

The other's getting people to Miami.

Any trouble with the visa, call me

and I'll fix things.

Shit, bro'. They'll probably give it to you anyway.

But keep the card.

You never know.

Okay?

The whisky?

For me.

You're Berta, right?

I know your dad.

My dad knows a lot of people.

Do you really know him?

We shared a cell.

He got 4 years for embezzlement.

He got out before me.

Now he runs this bar.

What happened?

With the girl's father.

Nothing.

Nothing?

He didn't say hello,

he didn't buy invite you to a drink and you say "nothing"?

For 4 years we lived together

in a 2 by 2 cell.

I taught him how to play chess,

he told me all his football stories.

And I'd never been to a stadium.

We knew everything about each other

and gave each other things.

What kind of things?

The kind you'd give to a girl you like.

The prison shop didn't have much but

I'd spend hours looking for things to buy him.

So what happens next?

The government says people in Sudan are being massacred

but won't help Sudanese refugees.

It's the Interior Ministry who decides,

- you know that. - We should expose them.

They sell the media one thing and then go

- and do another. - We don't do expos�s.

We're more useful that way.

- Useful? - Yes, useful.

We work for them, we try and find them jobs,

- legal aid... - Always with our grant in mind.

- The easy way out. - Easy?

The easy way is shouting slogans and having

- a clear conscience. - Hey, there.

- Morning. - Ibram, what are you doing here?

I was wondering if there was any news from London. You know, my brother...

- I told you that you had to wait. - He's my only brother.

- I haven't seen him for 5 years. - You will see him.

We shall find him.

We were always together.

Madrid and London are very close...

They aren't many of us here, we've got a lot of work.

It all takes time.

I could help. Make calls and things.

You stay home and wait to hear from us.

You said there aren't many of you.

Don't despair. If we need you, we'll call you, okay?

- Ana? - Yes?

Amnesty International, Moscow.

Is something wrong?

No. Why?

I don't know.

It's a DVD. Carlos brought it for me.

Where's Lyuva?

She went home. But she made a lot of cr�pes, as tomorrow's Saturday.

They're good.

- Hello, Olga. - Ana.

Come in.

You needn't have come.

You can reach me through Lyuva.

- No, I had to come. - Hello, Ana.

- How's Gonzalo? - Better, thanks.

- Coffee? - No, thanks.

Any news?

Nicolai's been serving a life sentence since 2001.

Not for deserting...

but for 7 cases of rape and 4 murders.

Did you two know that?

- Did you or not? - All lies.

Lies?

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you tell me?

- They exaggerate all. - Who are "they"?

The government, the military.

They obliged him to do that.

To kill and rape?

You shouldn't have lied to me.

You've no idea how much it hurts to be lied to.

The truth is all I have.

You do not understand.

My son was not a murderer.

They turned him into one in Chechnya.

Is it fair for the same people who ruined his life

- to send him to prison? - We can't do anything.

I don't care! I've spoken to Amnesty International.

They defend the rights of normal prisoners, not us.

Not us! We are a humanitarian organization.

You say you help people but it is not true.

All you want

is a clear conscience.

You shouldn't have lied. It's done nothing to help your son.

Some people out there

gloat when we make mistakes. They criticize us.

How can we help people then?

Tell me.

A mother

must do everything she can for her son.

That is all I know.

Your application's been refused.

What?

On grounds of possible illegal immigration.

But all my papers are in order. I have my residence card, a bank account...

- What the fuck? - I'm sorry.

What more do you want?

You can appeal if you want.

How will you defend yourself now?

Don't try any desperate counterattacks.

Best to consolidate your position

and wait.

Shit.

I didn't teach you that.

I saw it in a magazine.

Where do you get them?

In the park.

I go along sometimes

for a walk, buy them there, play a little...

Is that all you do? Play?

Isn't it enough?

Nobody lives from playing games.

Footballers do.

But I don't know any.

And what else do you do?

I can fly.

Carlos says it's not real but it is for me.

- Leo? - What?

Leo.

How's it going, bro'?

Okay.

- Glass of rum? - No, thanks.

Sit down.

So they turned you down?

They said I could appeal

- but it's a waste of time. - That's right.

But you did the right thing coming to me.

Look.

I can get you one like that.

It's authentic

and with your picture... It's worth 10,000

but as you're Cuban, 8,000.

- And when they catch me, they'll... - What are you saying?

You only need it to get on the plane.

You won't need it in the US.

Before you land,

you flush it down the toilet

and at customs you show your Cuban passport

and ask for political asylum.

Why don't you ask Fabre for an advance? He won't mind.

No.

I'll wait for the picture, get paid then leave.

What if it doesn't come?

- It'll be here in a week. - And if not?

Wouldn't be the first time.

It'll come.

And if not?

You'd love that, right?

All you think about is Miami. What's waiting for you there?

That's my problem.

I don't stick my nose in your business,

and I could.

What business?

- Forget it. - No. Tell me.

- No. It doesn't matter. - Tell me.

Nothing matters to you, except you of course.

And fuck the rest.

It's true, Carlos.

You don't realise what's going on around you.

- You've no right... - Haven't I?

So what rights do I get for fucking you

and listening to the shit you talk?

Neither of us has the right to anything.

I do.

I have the right to do what the fuck I want. Things matter to me!

Your husband adores you and you ignore him.

Stop playing the victim.

- I don't ignore him. - You don't?

No.

Then give him a child.

You stay with him because it suits you but having a child

is something serious.

It's the only thing

- I can decide for myself. - Fine.

And some things I decide for myself too.

Sure.

Cr�pes.

Well, an attempt anyway. Want a beer? In the fridge.

Carlos told me what you do.

I think it's very nice.

Nice?

You must be sick of hearing that.

No. Other things make me sicker.

- You met Carlos where you work, right? - Yes.

When he came here he was on his own.

They told him that if he pretended to be gay,

he'd get political asylum. He was very naive.

In Spain most asylum seekers are turned down.

Why didn't it work?

Immigrant and social worker... that never works.

They never see you as anything else. That gets tiring.

Did it hurt?

Of course it hurt.

Look...

I'm going to talk to Gonzalo later.

He can't stay shut up in there forever.

Don't oblige him...

Why do you think he did it?

I don't know.

The world outside is pretty fucked up.

Sometimes you need to invent another

even if it is the size of a bedroom.

That's not reality.

So what?

Gonzalo's no child. He must learn how things are.

And how are they?

Different.

Different how?

Hello?

A collect call for Mr. Carlos Hernandez

from a Mr. Noel Hernandez

- in Havana, Cuba. Will you accept? - Yes.

Hey, it's me. How you doing?

- How you doing? - I haven't got much time. Listen.

Go to the Miami Herald website.

I can't say anything else.

HAVANA SMUGGLING RING DISBANDED

- Yes? - Gas reader.

I'll get you a beer.

There isn't any!

In the fridge, bottom drawer.

Ah, yes.

Here.

I just heard.

My brother's scared shitless.

And the painting?

It's out of the museum but forget about it for now.

- Things need to blow over. - Best to do it now.

No, no, he'll send it when things settle down.

Trust me.

- Why don't you tell me the truth? - I always do.

Something's wrong here.

You haven't explained things right.

The painting's safe and you'll get it.

"I'll get it"?

What's that? A promise, a commitment?

Have I ever let you down?

Know who Vaclav Havel is? He was the Czech president.

He said communism's worst inheritance isn't the economy.

And you know why?

Because it can be saved with free trade, investment.

But double morality...

that destroys a country.

You're no judge, Fabre.

You've lived here like a king for 40 years.

- I say what I see. - What you see

is this fine house of yours

with an indoor swimming pool and a Jag in the garage.

I have to go into town.

Will you take me?

What's wrong with your car?

I don't feel like driving.

I can't bring you back.

I didn't ask you to.

I'll get a taxi.

Put that out.

- Put it out! - Don't be an asshole.

I helped you out.

You were talking about the painting,

I get you out of trouble, let you screw me,

and never a word of thanks.

Look, I'll take you into town but you get a taxi back, okay?

Things got screwed up and you blame me? Fuck you.

Who's blaming anybody? You've got your husband

and I've got my life.

What are you trying to say?

That it's over.

You're a coward.

And you're ungrateful.

- Ungrateful? - Yes, ungrateful.

What right do you have to call me that?

Do I owe you anything?

Do I owe Fabre anything?

And you take his money and fuck his wife.

You came after me.

Always.

And you couldn't say no?

You'd just screw someone else.

Does that ease your conscience?

You've never been a problem of conscience.

Stop the car.

Stop the car!

Stop the car!

Stop the car!

Stop the car!

We're in the middle of the road.

I'm sorry.

- I said I'm sorry. - You're not sorry about shit!

I thought you were different but you're the typical Cuban,

taking advantage of others.

The worst kind.

What are you doing?

You wanted to get out.

Don't touch me!

Don't touch me!

Don't touch me!

You son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Keep away from my home!

Keep away from my home!

You fucking son of a bitch!

Keep away from my home, do you hear? And keep away

from me. Keep away from me,

you son of a bitch!

How could you do that to me?

I wanted to see how you lived.

Don't do it again.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You're still in here.

Laura!

Laura, please!

Laura, wait!

Let me drive you!

Laura, stop!

Please!

Stop!

- Leave me alone! - Laura,

I'm sorry.

Laura!

Laura!

You'll get yourself killed!

Laura! Laura!

Laura!

Laura!

Ana,

a fax came from London. His brother's dead.

You said you'd look after...

And you did nothing.

Ibram, calm down, please.

You expect me

to calm down?

He's dead!

He's dead!

A month ago he was alive.

Now he's dead.

A fucking month ago!

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

Liar!

You're a liar. You don't give a shit!

You don't give a shit!

Ibram,

let's go into my office and talk.

He was my only brother!

My only brother!

What shall I do now? My little brother.

- Calm down. - My little brother.

And you want me to calm down?

You didn't lift a finger, not you or anyone else

in this fucking office!

- We did what we could. - Nothing!

- Stop. - Not you, not anybody...

Nobody did anything.

Nobody did anything!

Please!

Nobody did anything! Nobody did anything!

You did nothing!

Nothing!

Ibram!

Open up!

Ibram!

Open the door!

Get back!

It's not serious.

Her ribs and her shoulder but...

Can I see her?

I don't think so. They're doing a scan now.

How did it happen?

She was in her chair on a slope...

Cut the crap.

What the fuck happened?

Are you going to tell me?

I've been sleeping with her for a year.

I'm sorry.

Ramon.

Ana.

- I was trying to call you. - My cell phone was off.

- How are you? - Fine. Where's Miriam.

In the archives.

Miriam?

I can't go on.

Not for a time anyway.

I need

to stop.

Take all the time you need.

I'll look after things.

If I move the pawns, white gets a queen.

Move the king.

I win.

Don't you want some ice for that?

No.

It doesn't hurt.

I was shut up once, you know.

For 6 years. In jail.

In jail?

Why?

Things...

That's not important now.

I didn't shut myself up.

I'd have got out if I could.

But you've decided to stay in your room.

It's different,

but similar in some ways.

How?

You start forgetting the outside.

Time stands still.

And you think it's better inside

because you think you're in control

and that this world is yours.

But you control nothing.

And you have to realize that.

It's like chess.

You never know which piece your opponent will move.

You prepare yourself, but you never know.

There's the irony.

Shutting yourself up is like playing chess on your own.

But you come to play with me.

Yes, I do, but I'm going to stop.

Why?

My life goes beyond this room.

I wanted you to know.

- Hi. - Hi.

Finished already?

Yes. I've given him a few exercises to do.

What happened to you?

Nothing, nothing.

I walked into a door.

Are you okay?

Look, Ana, I may not come back.

I need to think about things. I'd like to come back,

but I don't...

That's okay.

Good luck.

Mikel's not coming back.

I know.

- Hello? - Carlos, this is Fabre.

She's in room 18.

Talk to her,

work out everything you need to work out

and then disappear.

You wanted to go to Miami?

I'll give you the money.

I'll send a cheque tomorrow.

And I never want to see you again.

And the painting?

Fuck the painting!

How are you?

Okay.

It's not serious.

- I'm sorry... - It wasn't your fault.

I was hysterical.

Let me ask you a question.

And I want the truth.

No excuses, no lies, that's all I ask.

Did you ever think there could be something between us?

Something more

than just a screw and a good time?

No.

All right.

I wanted to hear you say it.

To engrave it on my mind.

Goodbye, Carlos.

Goodbye.

That's check.

And if I move it to the right too!

Move the pawn.

Checkmate.

Your mother can't play, can she?

Mikel mentioned a place where people play.

A place?

In the park.

We could go there sometime.

You and me?

Sure.

Wouldn't you like to?

And I have to go back to school and you have to work.

Right?

Yes.

Yes?

Hello. Are you Ana?

Yes.

Amnesty sent me. We have a problem. It's about my daughter.

She wants to bring her children over.

- They said you could help. - Where are you from?

The Dominican Republic.

What's your name?

Angela.

Tell me about it, Angela.