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Train parked at platform 1.

WEDNESDAYS DON'T EXIST

To you I am

- just a bambola. - Bambola.

Who are you playing with?

- Just a bambola. - Bambola.

You don't remember when I cry,

when I'm so sad and lonely because...

you only think of yourself.

No, boy, you won't...

- You won't laugh at my love. - Bambola.

I'm not playing that game

- that will only make me cry. - Bambola.

I firmly promise you

you won't see me again. No...

I don't love you anymore.

I know, darling, I'm sorry. I'm late again.

I don't know what's with my boss, always keeping me so late.

And only the two of us. It's so weird. Never mind.

You'll love the place where I reserved. Clue 1: italiano. Clue 2: il tuo favorito.

- Andiamo, bella! - Wait, César. We need to talk.

- About? - Us

- Us? - Our relationship.

- Our relationship? - Is there an echo in here?

Shit. You're so rough, baby.

- Why don't we talk while we eat? - César. I have to be honest.

This isn't flowing.

- What? - Our relationship isn't working.

We better break up before it's too late, before having dinner.

- OK. Bye. - But...

Patri! Patri! What are you doing?

What's that about breaking up? You're kidding, right?

You're not kidding?

- You're dumping me in the street? - Our relationship got worse.

- And from worse to nothing. - Nothing?

- A stand off. We want different things. - No. Listen, no.

But just to be clear. It's not you. It's me who's not ready.

We can always be friends.

You're breaking up with me? Yes, you're breaking up with me.

Look at me, please. Don't say it without conviction. You mean it? Tell me!

- Say: "I'm dumping you". I need that. - César, I'm dumping you.

- No! Why? - You should've got involved like I did.

No, listen. We can fix this because we love each other,

no wall can come between us.

I don't know if I do, less speaking in metaphors.

- Of course you do. We love each other so. - Are you sure I love you?

- Of course you do! Yes. - Yes?

A couple that leaves their initials on a tree in El Retiro must be in love.

If I loved you, I wouldn't have cheated on you.

Yeah, right. Cheated... With who? If I may know?

You don't know him. He's a friend of Claudia's. Sergio.

Sergio?

Sergio. She cheated on me.

She cheated on me with Sergio. I can't fucking believe this!

I introduced him to Claudia! He's my neighbor! We go to the same gym!

- I didn't know you meant that Sergio. - What?

Is it my fault you didn't explain me? Or should I know all your friends?

Fucking incredible! You dump me, you cheat on me and it's my fault? Listen!

- You are fucking nuts! - César. Don't play the victim.

- What? - This is your fault. It was you.

You pushed me into Sergio's arms. You should've been 100% committed.

I committed 200%, honey. I spent all my dough in Italians and Chinese,

in the cinema and in expensive plays! I recorded a Jorge Bucay book for you!

- You haven't even listened to it yet! - Because it's scary.

With all those special effects you made. Why?

Fucking waterfalls! Water falling is relaxing!

One more thing. I don't go out with my friends to be with you.

Your friends being assholes is also my fault.

- Fucking incredible. I don't understand. - César.

- What you say is hurting me. - No. What?

I held out hope of our relationship. I thought it was the one.

Luckily I realized on time that I was completely wrong.

- No. Sorry, I'm so sorry. - Please. No, get up!

I'm telling you I'm sorry! It's my fault. I'm guilty!

It's my fault. Everybody must know. Listen. I'm sorry.

I've just realized and I apologize with all my heart.

- Really? - Yes!

Of course, honey. I know sometimes I'm...

I can be very masculine and manly, but listen.

- I forgive you. A fresh start. - Hands off!

Sorry. I'm saying I forgive you and we can start from scratch.

Do you think that'll do? You're so insensitive, you're...

Shit! Wait.

- The end of the month. Ovulating, huh? - Look.

The ovulating enraged one was your ex. The Jorge Bucay fan was your ex.

The Italian food lover is your ex because I am gluten intolerant.

Hear that? Gluten intolerant.

- Gnocchi are made of potato, not wheat. - Fuck off!

What has just happened?

Why does it always happen to me? Shit! I just want to be happy!

A woman who loves me, a fucking mortgage for a house with a garden, children,

grandchildren,

wiener dogs...

Shit.

Being a good person is overrated.

A cup of coffee

when waking up,

a mattress,

a real one.

Someone

who tells me

everything's OK.

Everything's OK.

- To notice... - To discover...

- To figure out... - when you wake up...

- No! - that you wanted it to work.

It's already here.

It has come.

It's here at last.

It's here at last.

To listen, to breathe

and to look at that place.

To get surprised and discover

that I'm alive and good as I am.

I'll try not to think

when and how it is going to end.

Hi.

- Are you leaving? - Yes. I have to go.

- You want me to call a taxi for you? - Don't worry. I'll figure something out.

OK.

Hey, excuse me.

- Sorry. Have you seen my hair tie? - What?

My hair tie. It must be there somewhere.

- I don't know. What's it like? - It's an ordinary one.

Red. It's...

It's OK. Never mind.

WEDNESDAY SUMMER 2012

Listen.

- I was incredible last night, wasn't I? - Sorry?

- You know, last night. - I can't really remember anything.

- You don't remember? - No, I don't know what...

what I had or what they gave me. I just know I woke up here with you.

- Those bastards. I'm going to kill them. - Who?

My ex-friends.

- So, to be clear. Last night you and I... - What?

- Did I do you hard? - Sorry?

- Did we fuck? - So you don't remember either.

OK.

- I'm sure you have a brush somewhere. - What? No.

- You don't have anything? - No, but let's look for your thing.

- This is very intense, isn't it? - Yes.

- You don't remember. - Well, you don't remember either.

Yeah, but...

Women usually remember me. Rack your brains. What did we do last?

I'm not sure I want to remember.

- Why are you so rough with me? - Sorry?

What the fuck's wrong with you? I'm nice. I just want to analyze the situation.

I don't want to analyze it! Get it? I don't know where I am!

I don't know you! I just know I woke up here half naked

and that's all, so excuse me if I'm not very eager to talk to you!

You're right.

I'm Hugo.

I'm Irene.

- Nice to meet you, Irene. - Nice to meet you too.

- Relax. - Yes.

At least we know our names. It's better than nothing.

I'm a painter.

Really?

- They're not finished. - What?

- Are they? - No. They're finished.

This is you. I painted you last night.

- What? - Yeah. I prefer to evoke, you know.

- I like to paint conceptual, subtle-like. - You don't seem very subtle.

A Madrid gallery is very interested in me.

They want me to exhibit in New York and Berlin. Even in Kenya.

I also sell paintings in the street market.

Sorry. You're right. That's cool, in the street market.

- You exhibit in Berlin and Kenya? - Yeah!

That's how I am! I'm here and there. I'm as changeable as the moon.

- This shirt is mine. - I know, I can't find my T-shirt.

- I'll leave as soon as I find it. - Your hair's such a mess.

- It's awful, right? - Wild.

Yes.

You must have something. A scrunchy, a kerchief, a cap.

- No. - Yes, you do. Your hair's up.

- This one's mine. We'll find yours. - Great. Should we look for it?

Sure.

Maybe this is useful.

Shit! I know who you are! You're from the bachelorette party.

- Yes. - Right.

- And you are? - The waiter.

- And painter. - Very good, Irene.

- You're staying, right? - No.

I'd better leave. What are you doing?

- Brain racking. - No. I told you I don't want to remember.

- Look. I don't know what to think. - Me neither.

- I'll make coffee, you want one? - No, thanks.

- I need time to think this through. - Don't worry. We'll get over this.

That's for sure.

- Is it this one? - My T-shirt!

I'm just saying that I'd like to know what we've done and see

- what we have yet to do. - No!

You say no, but you're still there.

Yeah!

- Do you mind? - Of course not. Go ahead.

Turn around.

Let's do something.

IRENE, YOU'RE SO OUT OF LINE, THIS WEEKEND THE KNOT YOU TIE

I'll give you my number, in case you remember anything

and want to tell me. If I remember something

and you want me to tell you, you can give me yours.

- I really can't. - You can't or you don't want to?

- Irene? - Yes?

Nice to meet you, Irene.

- You too, Hugo. - Good luck, Irene.

- To you, too, for your paintings. - No, good luck to you.

You're going to need it more.

Girl, there's a weird boy looking at you.

It looks like he wants to eat you up.

Be careful, the wolf is coming

and you're wearing red again.

How can you shine so much? If I get closer,

maybe you'll burn me. If you look at me, I promise you

that I might get caught.

Tell me what I have to do. If you want me to,

I can say hi or I can ask you what time it is.

I don't know what day today is.

Come, look at me. I'll tell you the story you want to believe.

Come to dance. I'll teach you the moves,

I won't let you fall.

Girl, there's a handsome guy looking at you.

He's hiding behind a smile.

Looking out of the corner of his eye and tiptoeing,

maybe he'll slightly touch you when he passes you by.

Tell me what I have to do. If you want me to,

I can say hi or I can ask you what time it is.

I don't know what day today is.

Come, look at me. I'll tell you the story you want to believe.

Come to dance. I'll teach you the moves,

I won't let you fall.

Fall. Maybe

you can let yourself fall.

This is not...

Where is the pencil?

- What? - Are you looking for a pencil?

- Yes. - It's up there.

Thank you.

WEDNESDAY SUMMER 2012

WEDNESDAY WINTER 2013

- Is it bothering you? - Sorry?

The noise.

- I do it without thinking. - No. Don't worry.

You were looking at me, so I thought it might.

No. I just never understood how some people can work in a cafe.

Unless you're the waiter, of course.

- Are you a writer? - More or less.

- Are you any good? - I don't know. I'm on it.

- What do you do in the meantime? - I'm a journalist.

- In fact I'm trying to finish an article. - What about?

About weekend breaks and plans for Easter.

- Interesting. - Yes, if you like it.

- Don't you? - Sure. I love it, I'm privileged.

At least my job's related to my studies. Not many people can say that nowadays.

That's true.

What I mean is I'd love to write about what I want,

not about what I'm told, but I can't complain.

Don't do it.

What do you write about?

A bit of everything. When they have nobody else, I'm the one.

No. I mean when you write about what you want.

Well...

I don't know.

I usually start lots of things, but...

I never finish them, I can't find the end, so...

I have lots of stories that are always half-finished.

It's a bit difficult to explain.

I'm still looking for my story or the story.

Or it could find me.

But I'm working on it.

Why am I telling you my issues?

I'm sorry, but I'm quiet for a while and I need to talk. I'm very talkative.

Well, don't worry. I'm in a listening phase.

Yes, an asking one, too. Right?

Can I have another one, please?

Thank you.

What about you?

- Me? - Yes. What do you do?

I'm an architect.

- An intelligent guy. - No.

Family tradition.

I'm the oldest of 3 siblings and my father doesn't accept a no.

- What would you have done? - I don't know.

- I accepted very early I couldn't choose. - I'm sure there's something.

Little boy things.

An astronaut, a firefighter, a soccer player.

- See? You only had to make an effort. - I'm actually pretty basic.

Which man isn't?

What is an architect like you doing here on a Wednesday morning?

What are you hiding from?

Who says I'm hiding?

It's intuition.

It seems... It seems to me

you were about to do something bad, or you already did, with that envelope.

Right.

I'm going to order.

- You want something? - I'm sorry. I didn't want to upset you.

- It's none of my business. - No. It's just...

I'm sorry.

Here. Open it.

No, it's your life. I'm just going to be five minutes in it. I'm not entitled.

- Yeah. So what? - I can't.

- Aren't you curious? - Well, yes.

I'm more curious every second, but I shouldn't. I'm very nosy.

Which woman isn't?

Right.

I'm going to regret this.

I'm going to regret this and I know it.

- Reduction in staff. - Damn...

Shit, I'm sorry. And I was saying I'm privileged.

- I'm such a big mouth. I always... - Don't worry. It's OK.

- It's surreal. I don't know what to say. - You don't have to say anything.

Right.

- So you're basically here killing time? - Basically.

Well...

- Something must come up. - I'm sure.

I'm a big mouth.

You know?

I have a story.

Actually it's kind of a theory.

Maybe you can write about it.

You can borrow it if you like it or you're interested in it.

I love theories.

Tell me.

Well, to me, today doesn't exist.

- I mean, Wednesdays don't exist. - What do you mean?

When I was 17 or 18, I used to go out with this girl.

My first love or at least the most mature one I'd had till then.

We'd been going out for 6 months when I realized, though we saw each other

almost every day and we talked on the phone almost every night,

Wednesdays were the only days we didn't meet or talked.

It was as if they didn't exist for us. There were no cell phones then.

Then you had to set up a time and call a land line.

- Do you remember that? - Yes, I do.

Well, she had classes on the mornings and afternoons

and I, besides classes, had a night work to get some greenbacks.

So it was very difficult for us to meet or talk till next day.

Those days slowly became the only moment

when each of us lived our lives without the other one knowing.

In those days, sometimes,

things happened to me outside of what we shared.

I made choices that could affect our life together, but I didn't care,

because the next day everything would be as always.

Until one day,

we had been together for a year then,

we ran into each other at Bilbao subway stop.

I was with a girl and she was with a boy.

She was coming in and I was going out.

We saw each other the moment the doors were closing.

We stood there, still, looking at each other.

Without saying anything, without gesturing.

It was Wednesday.

None of that counted.

On Thursday, we were hanging out

and we pretended we hadn't run into each other.

We didn't talk about it.

We let Wednesdays stay that way. They didn't exist for us.

Since then,

Wednesdays are still days when if something happens to me,

- I keep it to myself. - Right.

I understand. I've also had some Wednesdays that didn't exist.

Silly days when suddenly something happens and you keep it to yourself.

So what happened with the girl?

We broke up soon after that. On Monday, I think.

I hate Mondays. I have a theory about them, but...

Shit! I'm sorry. I have to go.

- Fuck! - I'm sorry. What a drag I told you.

No way. I loved it, but I'm late for a meeting.

- Don't worry. I'll see you around. - Sure.

What are you doing tonight?

- I don't know yet. Why? - A first night.

An independent theater play. We could get bored together.

I can't say anything yet.

I don't think I'm a good company today anyway.

If I didn't want you to come, I wouldn't have told you, right?

Call me to meet.

If you want to.

- Or maybe another day. - I'd love to.

- Me, too. - Pablo.

Mara.

Anyway.

Bye, engineer.

Architect.

Hi.

No, I stopped for a moment to have a coffee.

No, I didn't forget.

Yes, I know the address.

See you in a while.

I love you, too.

- My life's going to change tonight. - Tonight, tonight.

- I don't want to be abandoned. - I don't want to, I don't.

How many teardrops did I shed? How many kisses did I waste?

He said it was my fault and I was voiding his freedom.

I told him: "If you're not here, what am I going to do?".

It is well known saying always the truth is dangerous.

If you think you are in love,

don't tell him you love him, keep it to yourself.

I told him: "If you're not here, what am I going to do?".

It is well known always telling the truth is dangerous.

That's why I'm throwing a party here without you.

Party. What a great party.

This party with friends and without you.

Party. What a great party this is.

This party with friends and without you.

- I feel happy tonight. - Tonight, tonight.

- What I was expecting has shown up. - It has shown up.

He looked nothing like him. He looked at me with tender eyes.

He said it was his fault. To hell with freedom.

Party. What a great party.

This party with friends and without you.

WEDNESDAY WINTER 2013

Party. What a great party this is.

This party with friends and without you.

- Where to? - That way.

- Stop running. Don't go faster. Fuck! - The stairs.

- Yes. - I'll work out my quads.

That door.

- You can let me down. - I said I'm taking you.

- Seventh floor, no elevator. - You're kidding.

That's it.

- You do live in a high floor. - I told you.

Are you OK?

- Incredible. - Your bag's here, OK?

OK.

Come on, guys!

What a manor.

- It was a sculptor's. - A sculptor's.

Art makes you horny, huh?

- Did I tell you I'm a painter? - Yes. About three times.

- Come on, guys. Shots. - Yes. Shots.

The last one. I'm a little too wasted.

One over here.

Here.

What are we toasting to?

- To tonight? - Right.

To do you hard.

To us. To us three.

Tell me you like it.

A sculptor's house, right?

Come on, my turn. You've been too long.

- What? Fuck. - No.

No, really.

Fuck!

- Fuck! - That's so fucking gross.

- Are you sure about this? - You're not?

Yes, of course. It's just we're all a bit wasted.

- We could do something we'll regret. - Do you want her parents' permission?

Come on, guys. Stay calm.

You take this.

- Yeah. - And...

you take this.

Almost.

Let's do something, boys.

What about you wait here and I change into something comfortable?

Of course.

Why don't you do the same and we get a move on?

Of course.

I'll be right back.

Shit, man! Have you seen that body? And those boobs?

It seems a couple of missiles have hit her on the back and...

- Fuck! - If I had those, I'd touch them all day.

- Groping and doing it as the slut I'd be. - I'm sure of that.

- What's her name, man? - Mara.

- Her too? - Fuck, no. Not Mara. Vanesa.

Vanesa! Vanesa's so hot, I get a hard-on.

- I was so horny in the pub, man. - She's so hot.

- I can't believe she asked us to come. - Well, it's not very common.

I know, man. They don't usually want to share me.

They prefer to be alone with me hand in hand.

- It's weird she wanted us both. - Well, she started...

It's OK. We're all adults and we just have to play by the rules.

- What rules? - No touching each other.

- No kissing. - Shut it. I didn't want to.

- You opened your mouth! - Why would I...?

Take your place, I'll take mine. And when we're inside there,

let her take the initiative and everything will be OK. One more thing.

When we're there in front of each other,

you give me high five.

If you can't keep up with us, step aside and touch yourself.

- Get your clothes off! - Leave me alone. I'll do it.

- You're so rough! - No.

How are you doing?

Five minutes.

Which percentage of women do you think there is for each guy?

- It depends on the guy, I guess. - I don't think I have many chances

- to find someone special, do I? - Quit your special nonsense, man.

You haven't been in a situation like this in your whole life.

We'll have a great time.

It brings friends closer. You'll remember this moment when you're about to croak.

You and I giving it all to her.

- Here. Tropical fruit. - Leave me alone.

- Shit. What's wrong? You don't like her? - It's not that.

Then?

When we finish, what is left?

- I told you. - What else?

- Nothing. We get dressed and go home. - That's what I'm talking about.

I don't understand.

I don't want it to be just this.

I like Vanesa a lot. That's it. I said it.

- You just met her. She makes you horny! - Fuck, Hugo, no! I already knew her.

Yeah, right. From?

She's my colleague. I told you about her a hundred times.

- Me? - See?

- You don't listen, you say we're friends. - Don't start.

- You don't start! - I swear...

- You're fucking swearing all day long! - Keep it down.

Why didn't you say anything in the pub?

You don't let people fucking react!

I had to dig deep to decide and talk to her.

The moment I was going to tell her how I feel, there you came.

With that asshole face you always make.

And here we are us three. You always do the same.

- Always? What are you implying? - Implying? I'm telling you: you use me.

No!

You know perfectly well what I mean.

You introduce me and you make fun of me to make her laugh

and break the ice. But then I disappear.

Never mind if I want to talk. You don't fucking pay attention to me.

There I am, alone and stupid, with a drink so you can leave with her 5 minutes later.

Never.

You are never alone.

- Give me a hug. - Fuck your hugs. Tell me one.

One chick you introduced me to in a pub and you didn't fuck.

- Very good. One. I'll tell you two. - Two!

- Tell me one. The first one! - Don't pester me, OK?

- Let me think. - So annoying. Tell me one!

Last week. The one with the braces, couldn't talk. We were laughing at her.

- My cousin? - Yeah, your cousin.

The one who I share blood with?

- Not that one, then. - Stop fucking with me.

Chewbacca's birthday party. You left with the blond one.

- No, you left with that one, too. - No way. You were chatting all night.

Sure. Until you came along and started telling some adventures,

and you convinced her to take the car and see the dawn wherever.

- To Cabo de Gata beach. - To hell! I had her halfway.

You didn't even like her. You just did it to annoy me.

When we were out and I had a proper look at her,

she was Picasso ugly. Even you wouldn't fuck her.

I took her home.

What the fuck are you doing?

- For sliding, for fuck's sake! - Your head's fucking sliding!

- You know what? I'm sorry. - Yeah, right.

- If I had known... - If you had, you'd have done the same.

- I don't know how we're still friends. - Boys!

- Are you OK? - Here. Fucking great!

One minute, OK?

- What would you have told her? - I don't know. No!

- You never know. You need me there. - Yes, I know.

- You have to tell me, right? - What would you tell her?

I'd tell her what I felt when I first saw her in the elevator.

And since then I'd wait for her at the door to...

to at least talk about the weather or any other nonsense.

I would also tell her

how much I love how she reads the newspaper backwards.

Or her having a choco milk.

When she arrives at the office.

She sits down and has a choco milk. I'd tell her that.

Would you tell her that to fuck her?

You're so stupid, man. So stupid!

I'd also tell her...

I'd tell her how beautiful she is because she's gorgeous.

Yes, she is.

Over time I'd tell her that I'm so in love with her.

How much I'd like to have a life together,

make her happy, take care of her,

travel.

Go around the world all dirty, with a bag and a toothbrush and go.

Have a house with a garden,

children,

grandchildren, wiener dogs...

Anyway, it's OK. I value friendship, unlike you.

We are friends and that's above anything.

If this must happen, if fate wanted this for me...

Vanesa, my Vane

is not for me.

At least I'll enjoy the moment.

For us when we're old, right?

- What? - Give me a hug, man.

- No. - I'm moved.

- Never mind. It's so gross. Let me go. - I'm moved.

- It's so gross. Let me go! - Boys?

- Did you start without me? - No.

No way.

If you follow me.

Come on!

Come on.

Come on. I'm coming in a while.

Hugo?

Hugo!

Tell her how you feel.

No, Hugo, please. Hugo, please.

César, you know what pisses me off the most?

You won't give me high five.

Asshole!

- Are you coming? - Yeah, sure.

Come on.

- And the other one? - He just left.

His girlfriend texted him. I'm sorry, but...

- Nothing. Guys' stuff. - Hugo, isn't it?

No. Hugo's my jerk friend. I'm César.

- And you are? - Paula.

Paula.

Every time cannot be the only time.

I changed the place of all the furniture

to see the face you made when you came in.

Randomly,

but at the end,

I slept so much on the sofa.

Fuck!

- Come here, you dickhead! - It's not my fault she's a slut.

Stop, you jerk!

I never wanted to do two things at the same time.

I tried to change you, but I spoiled you.

What for if you were alright?

I want to see you just like I found you.

- Did someone come out? - No.

Changing you back to your original state.

You smiled all the time in the beginning.

It cannot be every time.

Every time cannot be the only time.

Did you take it?

Did you take my cell phone?

You were in the bathroom and you got a message. Two.

And you read them?

Shit.

WEDNESDAY SPRING 2011

Doctor Cuenca's office. Good afternoon.

WEDNESDAY SPRING 2013

Yes.

Just a moment, please.

Right. Thursday at 10:30.

Thank you. Have a nice day.

- Are you OK? - Yes. Don't worry.

- We can talk if you want to. - I'm dining with Mayte on Saturday.

When you say "I'm dining", you mean I'm coming too.

I want to see my mother tomorrow.

- Can you stay with the kid? - Yes.

- Or we can go with you. - I don't want her to see her like that.

- I can go if your sister stays with her. - I prefer not to.

I won't be long so we can go out for lunch later.

- What? - Nothing.

- What is it? - You look so handsome today.

What are you doing? Stop!

They can go out any moment.

Are you embarrassed?

A little, to be honest.

- You didn't use to be like that. - Lots of things are different now.

I am trying, Pablo.

- I know. - But you're still on the defensive.

I'm trying, too.

They're running late, aren't they?

Are you going to sleep with her?

You said you didn't want to talk about it.

I changed my mind.

So?

- I don't know. Maybe. - Why her? If I may ask.

I feel comfortable.

- I can be blunt with her and be myself. - You're supposed to feel that with me.

- That's what this is about. - No, this is about regaining trust.

- You can't forgive me. - I can't forget it!

It's different.

Pablo.

I love you.

And I need to equal things.

I can't do that.

- I'm sorry. - See? You're so selfish.

If this was about equaling things, I'd be happy if you fucked her.

And I could have a fresh start.

But you like her.

- I obviously like her. - No.

You are obviously in love with her.

- Now you worry about that? - Yes! Why would I be so upset?

- Were you in love when you did it? - Oh, please.

- Of course not. It was different. - Why is it different for me?

- Because you text each other. - Come on!

- You say those things when you're in love. - You can love someone in different ways

- without being in love. Mostly in a text. - You only know one way.

- I said I changed. - You didn't tell me!

Now you know!

I don't know if I'm in love.

She is.

- I assure you. - Maybe.

Do you love her?

Yes.

But not the way she thinks or you think.

And me?

Do you love me?

Of course I love you.

I'm here with you, but it can't be as it used to.

Remind me what we're doing this for.

For the kid.

And so we don't wonder in a few years what could've happened if we didn't try.

I'm not sure if I want to try anymore.

What if we were already even?

What?

What do you mean?

Last week.

- Where? - What does it matter?

- At home? - No.

- On our bed? - No.

So?

Did you like it? Was it how you expected?

- It was different. - What the fuck does that mean?

- Do you want details? - You didn't answer!

Yes, I liked it. I fucking enjoyed it.

Very good.

So now we're even, right?

It seems so.

Will there be any more times?

- I told you I don't know. - No, you didn't tell me.

First, you didn't do it and now you fucked her. So I'm sorry if I need you

- to tell me twice. - I didn't start this.

- It was two years ago. - Seems like yesterday to me.

You cheated on me and I can't get it out of my head! I wish I could!

- I'm sorry. - Nothing's enough for you.

All this time, everything we built, doesn't that count for you?

Just because I screwed up once and I told you in an honesty outburst!

I give up.

What do you mean?

I can't bear this. We have to get a divorce as soon as possible.

We tried, Pablo.

- I tried. - That's not true.

- We just started. We need time. - I don't have time.

Don't you understand? I want to be happy now.

This doesn't have any sense or hope.

I don't know why we're seeing a therapist.

I don't get it. You were the one who insisted on giving us another chance.

- You'd accept my terms. You loved me. - And I love you.

That's why putting up with the other is not enough.

Or living together because we're used to or because there's affection

or because of the kid. I want you to be crazy about me,

I want everything to be the way it used to be.

I can't promise you that.

- I know. - You can't, either.

That's what I mean, Pablo.

That's what this is about.

What?

Am I wrong?

And when I ask you how, when and what,

you always answer me "I don't know".

I don't know what's lost or if I'm right.

There's no explanation for all that happened.

The floor is made of hickory.

The main bedroom and the bathroom.

The bedroom! Let's see. The bathroom's inside.

The dark beige walls contrast with this white and it looks beautiful.

- True. - Yes. Excuse me.

Pablo.

Days go by and I'm still waiting

for you to replace me for another disappointment.

The air is empty all around me,

I can't find the answer or the solution.

Let's go to a bar and pretend nothing happened.

Let's talk about false promises for the sake of it.

- We're keeping it, right? - Only time will tell.

Only time will tell.

- Who will love you? - Who will love me?

Who will love you?

WEDNESDAY SPRING 2013

WEDNESDAY SPRING 2010

Well, what do you think?

- Incredible. It's an amazing apartment. - Yes, it is.

- It's OK. - I'll leave you here the rent info, OK?

- And the purchase option. I'll go now. - Perfect.

- So you think it through. Not so much. - Yes.

- Thank you so much, Irene. - It's so great.

What is?

- Thank you so much, Irene. - Thank you. If you need me, I'll be down.

- OK? Thank you. - Perfect.

- Thank you. Go on. - See you.

Good luck.

- Bye. - Ciao.

She's a bit bonkers.

What an amazing apartment, honey. Great! The bedroom, what do you think?

Well, it's a little small, isn't it?

- What is small? The bedroom? - A little.

- A little? - Yes.

Don't talk nonsense. It's incredibly big. And it has a bathroom, so practical.

What about the living room? It seems... And that terrace.

With a view to all Madrid. It's crazy how cool it is, isn't it?

Watch. I love a breakfast bar because it's so practical.

- I like it so much. - Better if it wasn't in the living room.

- That's what a breakfast bar is. - Sure.

Are we in the 90s?

- This is gross, honey. Here... - Did you like anything?

Yes, the bathroom.

- But you didn't like it. - Yes, I did.

- Really? - Absurd without a bathtub, but it's OK.

Absurd? No, I think it's much more practical.

What do you want a bathtub for?

When was the last time you had a bath?

Look. The breakfast bar.

It's better to remove the bathtub and have more space.

If you want, we can use it tonight.

We can have a romantic bath with candles, wine, music...

You know what? I'm not in the mood, honey. I'm ovulating. You know what happens.

- Shit! - Do you really like the breakfast bar?

- Yes, I think it's so practical. - Yeah.

- The living room will stink when we fry. - Since when do we fry?

- Yesterday fish. Is that a good smell? - Where did we eat it? In the living room.

- It's the same case. - Well, if we had a big kitchen to eat,

- have lunch... - Yeah. A freestanding house with a garden

and an Olympic pool. Don't talk nonsense, honey. If we want to live downtown,

this is the best house. And it has two bedrooms, it has everything.

- The rent is a bundle. - No.

- It's not? - It is expensive.

- César, please. - My boss goes all out with me.

He's crazy about me and he'll promote me.

- We'll pay. It's no problem. Don't worry. - What do we want two bedrooms for?

- Tell me. What for? - Better two than one.

- I'm not saying we have to keep it. - So we're not taking this either?

Yes, we're keeping it. I thought...

- I thought you didn't like it. - And I don't.

- But we've seen 7. We have to choose. - Yes. We'll take this one.

- That's it. - We can stop looking for an apartment.

- We're alright as we are. - We said we were living together.

- No, you did! - We're living together.

- No. - I said we could look for it

- as an investment. - These things need to be planned.

- You said it. - Little by little...

- That's it. - What did I say?

Plan. Don't start, César.

- You don't start. You're ovulating. - I also said I'm not in the mood.

That's why.

No.

- Mara, please! - César, it's work.

Shit.

It's work.

Fuck work.

You don't love me.

What?

You don't love me. Look.

This again.

- What does it have to do with it? - Shit.

- Of course I love you. Very much. - OK.

Given the circumstances, I won't sacrifice my career to start a family.

- I'm not in a hurry. Sorry. - Is what I want taken into account?

- Do I come into the picture? Hello? - Yes, of course.

If you find a way to get yourself pregnant, you have my permission.

- OK. - I'm letting you.

Thank you, honey. You're so funny, I'm laughing my balls off.

I'll tell you something.

You don't have that many childbearing years.

- Sorry? - There you have it.

Are you saying my biological clock is ticking?

- I didn't use those words, but... - No. Almost.

Great. Right.

Do you think that's a good argument to tell me into having your kids?

It's not very romantic, but it is logical, right?

It depends. My mother had me when she was 36. I have four left.

- No. You're too fast. Three - Four.

- and a half. Not four. - Three and eight months.

- Almost four, right? - Yes, but it's not that much.

Sure. If banging lasts 5 minutes, it's an eternity, right, baby?

And...

What if we try and nothing? Many people wait for 4 or 5 years and nothing happens.

- Really? Who? - Who?

- Who? - Many people. People from the street.

- From the street? Who? Where? - They post it on Facebook.

- That's serious. Yes. - Do you want to have children?

Or not?

- Yes. - Well, that's it.

Well, I don't know. I don't know right now.

- What do you mean? - You're so obsessed with children now!

- Children and living together. - I'm not obsessed. It's what we talked.

- On and on with the same. So stressing. - No, wait!

I'm late for a press conference and you have to go to the study.

Just a minute, please. You're going to make it.

- What do you want? - If you say

- Please. - we keep the apartment...

- I didn't say I want to keep it. - We're keeping it!

Say what you want. OK. Come on.

Lucky you came prepared.

I'm nervous.

- OK. - What?

- There I go. Yes. - No!

- No, please. Honey. - Yes.

Maravillas Gutierrez Guerrikagoitia.

You've been tangled in my hands and hair for years.

- And in my mind. - What's my nephew doing here?

I can't bear it.

He can't bear it anymore.

I should be tired of your hands and your hair,

of your eccentricities, but I want more.

- But he wants more. - It's starting.

I can't live without you. No way.

I can't be without you.

No way.

You said you were leaving, but you've been at my house

all my life. I know you won't leave.

You won't leave.

You've hung the flag and crossed the border.

- We are the queens. - You will always rule.

- You will always rule. - You're crazy.

I can't live without you. No way.

I can't be without you.

No way.

Will you marry me?

- Bravo! - She liked it.

She loved it. Thank you, guys.

- Is this what you'd been planning? - Yes.

We worked so hard. We rehearsed so much. Some steps didn't turn out so well...

We were nervous, too. I'm still nervous. Thank you.

Because...

Well, you haven't answered my question.

I don't know what you want me to say.

We'd better go.

- You're beautiful. - Don't worry, son. Everything'll be OK.

So typical of you. Really.

- What is? - What?

You can't say no.

Or yes. You can't say anything. Do we keep the apartment? You don't say.

Will you marry me? You don't say. Do you want children? You don't say.

If you want straight answers, ask straight questions.

More straight than asking you to marry me?

- You're not asking me that. - No?

- No. - What was I asking you?

If I want to have children now.

- You think I don't because I've no ring. - That's absurd.

- It's the same with the apartment. - What?

- Since when do you like breakfast bars? - It's since Beverly Hills, 90210.

- You liar! No. - What?

- Since your sister said it was practical - My sister again!

because she can make your nephew's bottle while she watches him.

- My sister's not here. Don't mention her. - The same with the bathroom.

Why don't you like the shower?

Why? Because babies need a bathtub, right?

And the bedroom. Why can't there be only one bedroom?

Why? Because the kid must have their own room.

- It doesn't have... - Do you think I'm dumb and don't realize?

This is not an apartment, it's a fucking delivery room. You want to force me in it.

When I ask you if you want to marry me, I'm asking you to have children.

So when I ask you if you want to have children, what the fuck am I asking?

- What am I asking? - You're asking if I'm going to dump you.

Let's go.

Let's go, please. I want to leave, please.

Mara, please.

I don't care about the breakfast bar or the bathroom.

I just want to live with you and you to like the apartment.

The two bedrooms thing is because you say you want an office to work from home.

And...

I'm looking forward to having children, I want to have them. No, please.

I'm not saying it has to be right now.

But I need to know that at some point when...

When you're ready or whatever, that possibility does exist.

And if I'm asking you to marry me,

it's because I'm crazy about you.

Because I love you.

I can't think of anything else than spending my life with you.

So...

So now I told you all this,

I'll ask you again.

Will you marry me?

Can you give me one?

You put it there? Yeah, OK.

Are you tired?

I'd really like you to remember

this song that you made yours.

It seems it's your favorite.

It's Kosma's and Prévert's.

This song,

autumn leaves

take me to you.

Day after day,

that memory

doesn't actually die.

Some songs abandon me

because they don't move me anymore.

I let them disappear.

So now there is nothing else to do.

See you later, guys.

We don't exactly know when it begins

or where the indifference

for yesterday's lovers goes,

and Prévert's song.

The day

that autumn leaves

fly away from here.

That day,

the dead relationships

will be dead at last.

WEDNESDAY WINTER 2010

WEDNESDAY FALL 2010

I'm sorry.

- Sorry. I was caught up at the library. - As always.

It's OK. Take your things and get started.

OK.

- So, what were you going to tell me? - Never mind. It's all shit.

- What happened now? - Don't patronize me, OK?

If I'm boring you, I won't tell you and that's it.

Alright. Sorry. Tell me, please.

Spit it out.

I'm pregnant.

- What? - Pregnant.

How far are you?

Two months. Maybe a little more.

- Who's the father? - Who do you think? Pablo.

- Does he know? - No.

I think the bastard's with someone else.

- Did he tell you? - Of course not.

Then?

They're small details.

I was on his Facebook the other day to snoop a little, the typical snooping,

and suddenly I see "Pablo is single".

Single. How can he be such a fucking asshole?

- I was so upset. - Well, technically, he's single.

- You're not married. - He could click

- on "Pablo is in a relationship". - Are you?

- He's the father of my child. - He doesn't know.

- Technicalities. - What can I say?

- Something! You're so weird today. - What can I say you don't know?

Pregnant by a guy you've been seeing for 6 months. You should've thought this,

through, thought about if you like him enough to be the father of your child.

I didn't feel like thinking much that night.

You have other options.

What do you mean?

Abortion?

How are you, girls?

Bad. So bad.

This isn't working.

- No. - They don't match.

Look how cute.

- Very cute. - Here.

- Thank you. - Side against side.

Look, what I mean

is these decisions are more important than Pablo posting he's single.

- He's with someone from Facebook. - I can't believe you're saying that.

- Did you friend him? - And you're saying it!

- You didn't. - Yes, I did.

- Since when? - Soon after we met.

- Who friended who? - I don't remember. I don't know.

- You know if you chatted with him, right? - Yes. Some time.

Good. What's he like?

- What do you mean? - What's he like?

If he changes, if he's different, if he tries to seduce you.

- Typing? - Yes, typing.

If his writing is different from how he talks, if he tries to seduce you.

- Where are you going with this? - Why don't you understand?

- Can you tell me already and shut up? - Yeah!

He tries to seduce me all the time, so much that I'm with him now.

Girls.

Please.

Sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

- Pablo would be an idiot if he tried. - I know.

- Because I'm your sister. - I'm sorry.

- Something's wrong. I'm so freaked out. - Talk to him.

Talk to him and...

Tell him you didn't plan this,

you don't want to turn some good banging into a bad relationship.

- What are you talking about? - I don't know. I'm nervous.

What if he says no?

- No to what? - Having it.

Do you want to have it?

Well,

I didn't know it was going to be like this.

Yes.

I do want it.

That's so intense.

With or without Pablo?

I'd prefer with him, but if he doesn't want to...

Then, alone.

- Do you think you could be a couple? - Yes.

I think so. I like him so much and I got a good boyfriend at last.

We're talking about the same guy you called a fucking bastard a minute ago.

Yes.

Yes.

So now what?

We go and live together and all that?

- Are you afraid? - Very much.

- Everything's going so fast. - I was trying to tell you that.

On the other hand, taking my history into account,

- when else could I be a mother after 30? - You have lots of opportunities,

- but you're so pessimistic. - Experienced optimistic.

Look, relationships are like PCs.

If they don't work, turn it off and reboot. That's it. It's OK.

Well, that's what you always do. That's how it is with you.

- I'm not the topic. Stop lecturing me. - You stop lecturing me.

- Why do you tell me then? - Because you're my sister.

Because I need you.

Are you OK?

- Do you want some water? - Yes, please.

Here.

Look, Irene.

Don't worry. I'm here no matter what happens.

Talk with Pablo, explain to him what happens,

clear things up and if he wants it, great. If not, the door is right there.

Thank you.

I have to tell him.

As soon as possible.

I'll tell him as soon as he gets back from Barcelona.

OK.

What's wrong?

She's pregnant.

That's so cool.

- We can make her a patchwork quilt. - And a pair of bootees.

And a bonnet.

Sometimes I'm sane, sometimes insane.

I love life that way and take a bit of everything.

I like women, I like wine.

I have to forget them, so I drink and forget. Because I...

I love life, I love love.

I'm a knave, I'm a gentleman.

A bit bohemian and a dreamer. Because I...

I love life, I love love.

I'm a knave, I'm a gentleman.

I'm almost faithful to love.

There were women that loved me,

but I have to confess some also hurt me.

But I have lived every moment

without harming the best catch.

- Because I... - Knave!

- I love life, I love love. - Love!

- I'm a knave, I'm a gentleman. - Gentleman.

A bit bohemian and a dreamer.

- Because I... - Knave.

- I love life, I love love. - Love.

I'm a knave, I'm a gentleman.

I'm almost faithful to love.

Sure I am.

You look awful, man.

Shit.

WEDNESDAY FALL 2010

WEDNESDAY SPRING 2013

- What? - Nothing. How are you?

- You know how I am. - It's been a month, you know.

You should think of something else, be more optimistic.

- Do you think I don't try? - No. Not hard enough.

I'll tell you something, so you shut up about it. Your boss was an asshole.

He'll be fucking hauled over the coals because we're going to win that trial.

Yes. Quit your high fives, really. Keep it down. There.

You didn't touch him, right?

- Fuck, no! - Of course not.

- I fucking didn't. - Of course not.

He's the one saying I excited him with my way of dressing.

- A fucking big law suit. - Well, relax, man.

You'll win and find something. That course on quantum physics will open doors.

That course is Aeronautical Engineering and it's 6 fucking years.

- Yeah, man. - I won't argue this with you again.

One beer, please.

I just want to cheer you up. The world needs people like you to colonize space.

So relax.

Everything will be alright.

I can't relax, OK?

Even though I have several job offers.

- Some are abroad. One in Sydney. - Australia!

Yes. Sydney, Australia, yes.

Well, that sounds good.

I don't know.

I'd like to start a business on my own if I get the compensation.

The compensation.

Have you put any more thought into my idea?

- Which one? - The business.

- The pager? - Shut up, man.

We could revolutionize the market.

- The pager is back. - Fuck me.

- It's a great slogan, man. - I don't see it, Hugo. Really.

Look.

You have a lot on your mind right now, OK?

- When you're calm, we see the designs. - Whatever you say. Fucking great.

Something else is wrong.

Spit it out, man.

Well, where do I start?

- The thing is... - Fucking spit it out!

- I was going to. I had no time. - Fuck, you're taking your time.

You don't let people talk.

- The trial and firing shit. I broke up... - She dumped you.

- Never mind. The result is the same. - It's not the same. It's worse.

You're...

- What's wrong? - A guy I know has come in.

- Who? - Fuck, don't look!

- A guy from work who started when I left. - When you were fired.

Don't fucking look. I don't want to say hi to anyone. Hide. Don't look.

Fucking great. He saw me.

No, no, don't tell me. No, no, don't tell me.

- Don't tell me. Don't! - Shit! César!

César! Fuck! César, how are you?

- I... - How are you?

- I'm fucked. - That's it! Fuck, yeah!

I'm so glad. You have to grin and bear it.

- How are you? - Good. Great. A lot of work.

Since they fired you for that, I have to do everything.

Everything's on me.

- Do you live near here? - Right there.

- I just... - Moved!

That's right. I heard your wife left you or whatever.

- Yes, or whatever. - Shame.

She didn't exactly leave me, but I don't want to talk about it.

- Well, let's not talk about it then. - How the fuck do you know?

A Facebook group with the company gossip. The accounting department girls are bored.

Fucking bitches.

- Fuck. - Fuck. Yes. We're all...

fucked.

Sorry. I didn't introduce you. Hugo, Pablo.

- My childhood friend. My ex-colleague. - How are you, man?

Let him have it. Come on.

Do you want to have a drink with us?

I...

- I was going to order a takeout. - Don't worry, then.

- What the hell, I'll have a drink. - Yeah, man.

Yeah. We'll be sitting over there.

- Why did you say anything? - His wife left him, he's feeling low.

You're so stupid. So stupid.

- So you're fucked, too. - No.

I'm fucking great. I can't complain.

- What? - Nothing.

Say it so we can all laugh.

I'm not in my best moment, but it's no big whoop for you either.

I said I can't complain, not that I'm the fucking king of the world.

- Prince of the world, I'm glad for you. - Guys!

- Guys! - ...relationships.

- Let's change the subject. - You can't with him. He only knows one.

- And he only has one. - No.

- One what? - Nothing. Something between us.

Nothing.

I was peacefully at home watching a movie when he called me 200 or 300 times

- and I had to come. - I worry about him.

- Yes, you worry about me. - Yes.

Are you so upset because of work?

It's not just that. It's also my girlfriend

or whatever she was to me,

the trial, the house I was staying in

and Vader.

I prefer not to.

Vader?

It was his wiener dog.

He swallowed his mother's bottle of pills. I think it killed itself.

- Shit. What a bad streak. - Yes.

We that have suffered for love

- understand each other, right? - Sure, man.

A dog's a dog.

Come here.

Come. Give me a hug.

Sure, man.

Thank you. I needed a true hug.

- Thank you. - Glad I could help.

I have been wanting to tell you something.

What is it?

This is going to hurt you more than me, so I'll tell you straight ahead.

Patricia was cheating on you.

- What? - She was a slut.

- When? Who with? Why? - When she went out with her girlfriends.

If she saw a dick, she went for it. She even tried it with me.

- Fuck. Why didn't you say anything? - Next morning she said "Never again".

Next morning?

- When she was dead set, you know. - You screwed her, you bastard?

- Not screwed. - Did you fuck my girlfriend?

- That I did. I was going to tell you. - You bastard!

You bastard!

If you're angry with me, be angry with the neighbors, she fucked them all.

Not all of them. I just moved here.

Relax. Breathe, man. You didn't do anything wrong.

She dumped you.

I'm here to stand by you.

Life gives us signs. Maybe now it's time to turn your life around, now you're 30.

- I'm 34. I'm your fucking age. - That's why I'm saying it.

I'm just going to talk.

- Do you know why I said he has one? - No!

Shut it. We play a soccer tournament every year since high school,

here in the neighborhood. He's the keeper of Tub Water from Getafe.

- What? - A name we thought when we were partying.

- You are the bastard! - Shut it already!

A few months ago he was hit with the ball down there, so hard it hurt us all.

He's so cocky, he got up and kept playing. Two days later he said his ball hurt so.

And even though I insisted and begged him not to, he showed me.

One of them was as black as a cricket's ass, tennis ball sized.

No, it was bigger. It was gross, disgusting. I even felt sick.

- And he was high on everything. - I did all I had at home.

- I was almost unconscious with pain. - You're unconscious every day. Shut up!

I took him to the E.R. and after all the staff saw him,

they decided the best option was making a clean break.

Because you had... How was that thing?

What?

- We couldn't hear you. - Testicular torsion.

That. Testicular torsion.

You feel fucked just by hearing it.

So that's why I said that. Because he has only one little ball.

Very good.

If you look closely, he limps a little. His left leg's shorter for the one ball.

- You know what? Fuck you. - I'm already fucked, don't worry.

That's why it bothers me you say you're fine.

You had it all easy until now, right?

You got anything with that 90s cocky face, but now this defect pisses you off.

Because I know you as well as I know me.

His manhood is what boosts his ego.

If that gets weaker, he's lost. It's his kryptonite.

But I wouldn't give it too much thought.

You're sentimentally inept. You've not had a relationship longer than 2 months.

And we're not 25 anymore. We're not 25, are we?

- No. - No!

The hot chicks and those who are worth it are all caught.

The few left are so tough and hidden that if you're not good enough, forget it.

And I assure you you are not.

If you've ever thought

about experiencing love, the true one, not the shit you're used to,

then you better start changing.

Done?

Now we're talking,

why don't we talk about work? You give advice, but it's no good for you.

Every day he says he's an artist, I bet my two balls if he's an artist.

You only sell paintings thanks to horny, well-off MILFs you leave satisfied, right?

Yes.

You didn't exactly evolve much, right, Hugo?

If I were you, I'd stop saying I can't complain.

Complain! Fucking complain! And do something.

Go and fucking get what you want from life and start acting like a real man.

When you do that, you can give me all the advice you want.

You're done now?

Yes.

Now I'm done.

- Well, I'll be leaving now. - No, it's OK, Pablo.

I'm the one who's leaving.

César.

All I said about Patricia before was a lie.

Nothing happened.

I made it up.

I wanted to help you to forget her.

So you could stop idealizing her. You know your problem?

You idealize them all.

I didn't come up with anything else because I'm stupid, so stupid.

At least it was useful, right?

You vented your spleen on me.

And I'll take note.

Hugo! Hugo.

I don't know about the others,

but I can't stand fear.

The fear when waking up

and being still afraid.

I used to tell you:

- "I can't do it any worse". - Hello, Cándido.

- Good evening, Mr. Pablo. - So many ways to end it

and you chose the worse,

the one that destroyed everything,

the one I told you about.

It may remain as it did.

I'm so bad and you're so good.

Not many tears are shed on the floor.

- I like him a little. - Pablo? I know.

I'll be right back.

- Hello? - Are you Paula?

- Hello? - What are you doing, baby?

A friend gave me your number. How can we meet? Where are you?

How do you have this number?

- I have my contacts. - What do you want?

- I want to see you. - No.

- I need to see you. - Pablo, how do I have to tell you?

I don't get it. First you tell me you're falling in love with me.

Then, that I should stay with your sister. You change your cell. What the fuck is it?

- Did you talk with Irene? - No.

- She thinks I'm still flying. - Talk to her and you'll understand.

- What do I have to understand? - Pablo, this is over.

What if I pay you? How much? It was so long ago I don't remember.

- Fuck off. - How could you hide it from your sister?

- What you do. - Are you drunk or what?

Not yet, but I'm working on it.

- I can be very foolish when I'm drunk. - Are you threatening me?

Me? No way. It was just a comment.

- Well, I'm hanging up now. - Wait.

Paula?

Paula!

What?

I'm sorry.

Really.

You have to understand me.

- This can't be over like this. - What about Irene?

I adore your sister. You know that.

We have a strange connection. We work as a couple.

- That's it, Pablo. It's OK. - Wait. Just wait.

What you have,

what we feel when we're together,

when we sleep with each other,

will you let it to be over like this?

I just want to see you.

Where are you?

At the hotel.

This is the last time.

I promise you.

It's to the others,

it's not new to me,

to have treated badly

and disappoint the people I love.

I used to tell you:

"I can't do it any worse".

So many ways to end it

and you chose the worse,

the one that destroyed everything,

the one I told you about.

It may remain as it did.

I'm so bad, you're so good.

- Irene! I'm sorry. - It's OK.

- I had to look over an exam. - Great.

- Are you alone? - No, he's in the bathroom.

- Shit, I'm so intrigued with this guy. - I know. I'm sorry. Maybe I was annoying

with all I told you, but I don't know what's into me, I'm crazy about him.

- You're so happy, Irene. - Yes, I am.

- My turn at last. - Yes.

- Should we order? - OK.

- Excuse me, three tequila shots, please. - Right away.

Pablo!

Come! This is my sister Paula.

- Hi. - Hi!

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

Me too.

Yes.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

- I met you at last, Paula. - Yes.

- Irene speaks so highly of you. - Of you, too.

- I'm sure they're all lies. - I'm sure.

So you've met.

- Yes. - No.

Well, right now.

- So you're a student. - Yes, I'm at college.

- What are you studying? - Advertising and Public Relations.

That's great.

- Are you good? - Great. She's the best.

She gets all A+ and she also works.

It's a shitty job in an advertising agency.

- But I can study and pay my bills. - I'm sure.

She's so exploited. She always has to work extra hours, even on weekends.

So tell me. How did you meet?

I already told you. Pablo was looking for a house,

I showed him some apartments and one thing led to another.

- Beautiful. Did you lease him any? - No.

- He tricked me. He lives in a hotel. - Really?

- At least we tried them all, right? - Yes.

She skipped rule number 1.

Never fall in love with a client.

That's so silly.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

No problem.

Coming.

Is it a bad moment?

No, I just showered and I didn't want...

What are you doing here?

- You frightened me. - Paula called me.

- And? - She said you came back to surprise me

and I decided to surprise you.

Surprise!

Shit, Paula!

You can't tell her anything.

Actually it's my fault.

She knew I had something to tell you and I didn't want to do it on the phone.

- Is something wrong? Are you OK? - Yes, I'm OK.

Can I come in?

Yes, sure.

Come in.

- Are you sure you're OK? - Yes, I'm OK.

- Do you want anything to drink? Water? - No, thanks.

- Did something upset your stomach? - No. I just needed to sit down.

- You sure you don't want something? - Yes. It's not that.

It's better if you don't interrupt me because I have been rehearsing.

Let me finish before you say anything. I'm pregnant.

And I'm going to have it.

I'm not asking you anything, I'm just letting you know.

It sounds crazy and it probably is, but I haven't found another way to...

A better way. I don't really know what you expected from all this

because we've been together for such a short time.

Well, sorry. I'm getting confused.

I do know what I don't want.

I'm willing to try and make this work.

If you're willing, too, I just ask for one condition.

Which one?

Whatever you have out there, it's over.

I don't care who

or how many times, but it's over from now on.

I don't want to feel silly or cheated anymore.

Think it over.

WEDNESDAY FALL 2010

WEDNESDAY WINTER 2014

Why are we meeting here?

- What do you think? - Seriously?

- What's wrong? - You're one of the few who rents DVDs.

- Why don't you buy them? They're old. - It's not the same.

Coming here is a romantic ritual that connects me to myself.

I think it's bullshit and a waste of time like most of the things you do.

You're so rough. What the fuck's wrong with you?

- Nothing. It's just my opinion. - Well, I didn't ask for it.

I was half stoned on my sofa and I felt like watching a movie, these.

You called me and got in the way, so tell me what it is and beat it.

- Yeah. - What's wrong with you?

I've been calling you for three weeks and you've cut me dead.

I even sent you messages to the pager I gave you and nothing.

I ran out of batteries.

Right.

Mara, are you OK?

Well I...

I'm late.

You going somewhere?

What?

- You're so stupid, Hugo! - What the fuck are you looking at?

- My period, Hugo. I'm 10 days late. - OK, stop.

Sorry. I'm confused with the movie thing, but let's start again, OK?

Do you remember I interviewed you for your exhibition a month ago?

Now you call it that way?

"Interview"? Well, we did use the mic.

Yes, I remember. Well...

We were pretty wasted, you even more. I was pretty trashed, too.

- What? - Do you want to have the talk?

- What talk? - The talk, you know.

- What we feel, what it meant... - No, I don't want to have the talk.

Hugo,

I just want to be sure that you used a condom.

- Did you? - Of course.

- Hugo! - Yes, I used one.

- Please, I don't remember anything. - Yes, I used a freaking condom.

OK. OK, that's it.

- Maybe it broke a little. - What?

- What's wrong? - What's wrong?

- I did you hard, didn't I? - Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know, I was thoughtless. You were going all for it so I guessed

- that you take the pill. - Of course I take it.

- Why would I be telling you this then? - It's OK, then. Take it.

I so regret coming here. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing here.

- Maybe it's all in your head. - Stupidity's all in your head.

- In yours. - No, in yours.

- In yours! - It happens to many girls.

Not me. My period is always on time since I was 11.

- Why the fuck are you laughing now? - It's pretty soon, isn't it?

I really don't know.

Hey, wait.

Don't worry, it's not possible. I keep it inside now.

- I'm tantric now. - What?

Well, I don't throw the semen out, I keep it inside my balls.

Inside your ball, you mean.

- That doesn't matter. It's true. - You only have one.

All the group went on a weekend. They went with their partners, but...

I've been always curious about it, so they said it was no problem.

You can spend years trying to control it, but I got the hang of it right away.

- I learn with a webcam Pakistani tutor. - What are you talking about?

They're too complicated techniques to explain. You just have to know this:

I keep it inside. I don't throw it out. I'm tantric.

- I last hours. We stopped, you were sore. - Stop, please.

I'm a green belt in tantra. Almost a black belt.

Will you shut the fuck up and fucking focus already?

Shit, Hugo, I'm talking serious.

Can we go somewhere else, please?

- You don't want them, do you? - No, I don't.

Come in.

FUCKING GREAT ART

Look, I've been thinking.

- Maybe all this is a sign. - A sign saying I'm an idiot.

- Nothing else. I'm a moron. - No, of course not.

- We could make a good couple. - Yeah, we have so many things in common.

Yes. If you gave me a chance, I could tell you.

I need to go to the bathroom.

I'll tell you something.

Two people can play this game.

You want cocky?

I was the one who's been calling you for weeks. Now you come here all outraged.

You ran out of batteries, even you don't believe that!

Pagers don't use up.

One more thing. I was the one who put the condom on.

If you like going down there and nipping so much, well, things break.

- And one more thing! - What is that?

Nothing.

- What are we going to do? - We have 3 minutes of uncertainty left.

- You just did a pregnancy test there? - Sure. I'm not doing this alone.

- Whatever happens, you're here with me. - Of course.

- Don't touch it. - No, I was just leaning on here.

Shit!

Shit, shit.

- What should I tell César? - You haven't talked to him for a year.

Yes. Shortly before he went to Sydney, Australia.

I don't think you have anything to tell him. Don't fuck me with that now!

- Right. - I don't get it. What am I doing here?

How much longer?

- It's not been 30 seconds. - OK, right. I'm nervous.

- Great. I'm so relaxed! - What happens after the three minutes?

- There are two options. - Which ones?

You won't like any of them, so we better shut it.

What if you are?

- Would it be so bad? - I didn't plan being a single mom.

Even less for a one-night stand.

Well, single...

What do you mean?

Well, if you want, I...

What?

You're kidding, right?

No.

Hugo, we know each other, you're not a safe bet.

- I'm a little sentimentally unstable. - A little?

Pretty unstable.

- But I changed, Mara. - What are you proposing?

Mara.

Look, I...

Mara, I like you very much. OK, I said it.

I don't know if it was just an "interview" or something else. Curiosity is OK, too.

At least I could show you who I am now. I know

this isn't a good start, but sometimes things just happen.

- Hugo, wait a minute. - No, listen. Look.

Maybe, inside there,

you're carrying my...

Well, our.

I don't know if you decided yet or if you're still hesitating,

but if my opinion is worth anything,

I think you'd be a fucking awesome mom.

But it is your decision.

And I'll respect it.

But I want you to know I'll be there for whatever you need.

Whatever it is, unconditionally.

Just tell me what I have to do so you can trust me.

- What if I don't want children? - You don't?

- I don't know. I don't. Yes. - Look, Mara, if you are

and you let me,

I would like to be a part of it.

I think we are talking of things we don't know.

No, we're just talking.

What if I'm not?

I'll still think the same.

Hoping you give me that opportunity.

Step by step.

Sure.

The storm and time took it for good,

nothing could be saved,

there was only a light spark left,

it sighs for starting again.

ANY WEDNESDAY

Drink salt and breathe flames,

nothing can touch us,

write on your grave this is not the end,

- your trail cannot be erased. - You're so handsome and tanned!

Days are numbered,

there is nothing else to lose,

we will only be free when there is nothing to lose.

Phoenix ashes, coral profile,

twisted, hurt.

Bet every heartbeat and celebrate

that our story will continue.

Days are numbered,

there is nothing else to lose,

we will only be free when there is nothing to lose.

May I start?

Well, guys,

what is it?

It is a training designed to...

Days are numbered,

there is nothing to be afraid of,

we will only be free

when there is nothing else to lose.

If there is nothing else to lose.

If there is nothing else to lose.

The storm and time took it for good,

nothing could be saved,

there was only a light spark left,

it's time to start again.

A cup of coffee

when waking up,

a mattress,

a real one.

Someone

who tells me

everything's OK.

Everything's OK.

To notice,

to figure out

that I wanted it to work.

It's already here,

it has come,

it's here at last.

It's here at last.

To listen, to breathe

and to look at that place.

To get surprised and discover

that I'm alive and good as I am.

I'll try not to think

when and how it is going to end.