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Most people don't know why they came into this world.

But I do.

I was genetically selected for a specific purpose.

I'm Greta Álvarez. I was born to save my sister!

When Lucy was 18 months old, she got leukemia.

They said a sibling's stem cells could cure her.

That's where I come in.

Some call me a "miracle baby," "medicine baby," or "savior sibling."

Truth is, I did everything I could to save my sister.

At first, the transplant worked.

Lucy and I grew up together, linked by my cells.

But her immune system started rejecting them.

So she lived her whole life with her body fighting invasion.

Or, to be more exact, fighting me.

It's called graft-versus-host disease.

To treat it, they had to weaken her immune system so much

that Lucy had one infection or complication after another.

Maybe another sister would've worked better,

but we'll never know.

What happens when the whole reason for your existence ends up in an urn?

You end up alone.

LUCY, I LOVE YOU

You feel like a fake.

And you stop giving a shit about anything.

It's her birthday today.

She'd be 26.

We'd all be here, celebrating at her favorite burger place.

But that'll never happen.

Still, sometimes I feel like she's here with me.

Are you Greta Álvarez?

Yeah. I'm Greta Álvarez.

I'm Will. I brought you something.

Are you gonna hand it over?

Yeah.

Sorry, I just pictured you differently.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

I don't know. More like her.

She asked me to give this to you today.

She told me where you'd be.

Your sister.

Lucy.

I received this. I guess she set it up before…

You need to open it. In front of me.

THE MAP OF LONGING

Dear Greta,

There's no--

Give me your number.

-Lucy wants me to take you somewhere. -No.

Give me that. What's it say?

Not until you've done it. I'm keeping this too.

Sorry, what's this? Some kind of creepy pickup stunt?

No. It's a game with challenges.

-With you? -Yeah.

Right.

Will, this isn't funny.

I don't know you. We just met. And now you're in charge?

I just found out about this too.

It's what Lucy wanted. I'll do my part.

-You care that much? -I do, actually.

Sure. How did you know my sister? Did she ask you to keep that a secret too?

No, she didn't.

-But I'm not telling you. -Great.

So what am I supposed to do now?

If I were you, I'd do what your sister asked.

-But it's up to you. -Nothing is ever up to me.

It's always up to us.

Really? You believe that?

-Yeah. -Then I'm not doing it.

I'm a mess. I'm not playing games. Especially not with some stranger.

Even if your sister asked you to?

Don't talk about my sister.

Fine. But that was your choice, right?

See you, Mía.

So what do I do with this?

Whatever you want.

THE MAP OF LONGING

Grandpa, it's me.

Hello?

Grandpa.

Grandpa.

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY ALICE KELLEN

Crap.

AT YOUR HOUSE

My grandpa's always been there for me.

He taught me how to ride a bike.

He took me to school.

He picked me up at night.

All while my parents were busy with their other daughter.

The one with real problems.

That's why he's my favorite.

FAVORITES: DAD, MOM CELL

And Olivia…

She was always there for me too.

Until she stopped talking to me.

Honestly, I had it coming.

Fuck.

I like your feet.

-And feet don't usually do it for me. -That's called "podophilia."

Well, your feet do things to me.

That big toe…

This one here.

Do you like them as much as your motorcycle?

Hey, easy there.

More like an expensive pizza. The 15-euro kind.

Fancy.

I'm out.

Hey, stay. We'll order dinner.

Yeah, pizza.

-What's up with you? -Do you have my underpants?

-Come on, stay. -Do you have them?

Have you seen that bag for money and an ID…?

-What's it called? -A fanny pack?

Yeah, a fanny pack.

Mom, why do you want one?

Rosi, it's fine. I don't need it.

-Hi, Grandpa. I was just at your place. -Are you staying over?

-I don't know. -Okay.

-Rosi, will you stop? -It's fine. I don't need it.

-What if you get robbed? -Is it for you?

-Yeah. -Grandpa's leaving.

You didn't know? He came to tell us.

-I came to check on you. -And to say you're leaving.

Where are you going?

Lanzarote.

Nice. The Canary Islands are amazing.

I'm going to stay there for a while.

What do you mean, "a while"?

My friend Luis has been inviting me, so I'm going.

You don't need me here now.

Unless anyone disagrees.

Fine. Do whatever you want.

What about your plants? Your doctor?

Rosi, relax. Everything's under control. Don't worry.

You can come visit anytime.

Come visit you?

When are you leaving?

In a couple of days.

-I got a great deal on a ticket. -Damn.

You don't up and move somewhere just because you got a great deal.

Going fishing?

-Of course. -Taking the rod?

No, both rods.

I'm heading to my room.

Wait, Greta.

You're gonna have a great time, Grandpa.

Don't worry. I'll be fine.

Dear sister,

There's no right way to start this letter.

I've tried everything. "If you're reading this, I'm dead."

Even trying to be funny or deep.

But it doesn't sound genuine.

Here.

"But you've always taken the lead and looked out for me."

-Except in board games. -Hey!

Hey!

"That's why I want to do something for you before it's over."

"Because it is ending, sister."

"I know I don't have much time left, but it's okay."

"You know?"

"I'm really tired."

"I wish I could've stayed longer and gotten older with you,

but it is what it is."

"And I'm so grateful."

"That's why I made you the Map of Longing."

"A game with boxes that you'll have to complete when it's time."

"Since I don't trust you to follow the rules,

I asked my friend Will Tucker to help you."

Will Tucker?

Who is this guy? What else does it say about him?

Nothing. You'll find out.

I wrote where you can find him.

Trust me, okay?

-You can't say no to the dead. -Shut up!

Don't guilt-trip me.

I'm the one left behind here, messed up and alone.

Getting out of bed is hard enough as it is.

Mom, why are you sitting in the dark? It'll mess up your eyes.

-Is Dad coming home for lunch? -What? I don't know.

-You okay? Should I make you something? -No, I'm not hungry.

-Hello? -Hello.

All right.

-You okay? -Yeah, everything's fine.

Bye.

Hi. I'm looking for Will. Do you know where he is?

-What do you need? -He's got something of mine.

He should be here by now, but he shows up whenever he feels like it.

That figures.

I'll wait, then.

-Want something, or are you good? -I'm already good.

The Little Prince?

-What? -Your tattoo.

The boa that eats the elephant in The Little Prince.

No, it's a fedora. Like Indiana Jones's.

What do you mean? It's got the eye and everything.

You got played.

Hey, you're late.

This girl's been waiting. What's your name?

Greta. He knows that. Don't you, Will?

What does this look like?

Hey, where's my game?

The boa from The Little Prince.

See?

Tattoo a ribbon on it or something. Then it'll look like a hat.

It's here?

Don't you have a home?

Nobody knows where he lives. It's like he's in witness protection.

Ah, that explains the name.

If you need me, just whistle.

So, are you playing?

-No, I'm taking it. -You can't.

Watch me.

I won't let Lucy down. I owe her.

Why?

I'm not telling you.

You're so annoying.

I don't know who you are, what you want, or where you're from.

I can't trust you.

-I get it. -I don't want you having my game.

Those boxes and notes are mine. Don't read them.

-I wasn't going to. -But I don't trust you.

If you won't give it to me, then toss it.

Okay.

-I'm serious. -You want me to throw out Lucy's game?

Yeah. Please.

Fine.

He's gonna do it.

Hey!

Hey!

Stop! What are you doing?

Stop, please, okay? Wait a minute.

No, don't throw it away!

Seriously?

For fuck's sake! Honestly.

Shit. I can't reach.

You gonna help me?

What's the magic word?

Help me, please.

-Can I? -Yeah, lift me up.

-Yeah? -How?

I don't know.

-Lift me up. -Up you go.

-Here I go. -That's it.

Okay, higher.

-Here I go. Not that much! -Sorry.

-Got it. Pull me up. -You got it?

Yeah. Careful. Shit.

-You win, Will Tucker. -I don't win. You don't get it.

You're mixing pain with pride.

-What? -It's all you've got left of your sister.

-Well, it sucks. -Maybe.

But don't you wanna know what she planned for you?

I don't know.

-What's in the first box? -God. Are you always this annoying?

-Or are you just wasted? -Wasted?

I've gotta go, or Pablo will fire me.

No, wait. Okay? Wait a minute.

Give me a chance.

One game. Winner keeps it. Chess.

-You're in no state for chess. -Checkers, then. No, wait.

Whoever laughs first loses.

-I'll beat you. -Nah. I haven't smiled in two years.

I haven't in half my life.

-If you lose, you play. -Fine.

-No questions. Like Lucy wanted. -Fine.

-No being a pain. -Fine!

Okay.

Come on.

Here I go.

Okay, hold on. Wait.

Maybe… I am kinda drunk.

I'm gonna sit down for a minute.

-You give up? -No.

I'll be there in a sec.

And… I'll beat you.

You staying there?

I like you better when you're asleep. Just saying.

-What are you doing here? -The bar's closed.

Here.

It's cold, but coffee's coffee.

Thanks.

All right, then.

Ready to lose?

In your dreams.

Come on.

One.

Two.

Three.

I can't! What are you doing?

-Are you made of stone? -Told you.

Give me your number. I'll pick you up Thursday at 5:00.

Got plans?

I'm all yours, Will Tucker.

-Well, well. -What?

-What's this? -What?

I like your vibe.

What vibe?

Rocker

meets 80-year-old grandpa.

-What? This is just how I dress. -Yeah. But kind of rocker.

-Finally. -Have fun.

Well, not exactly fun. Just don't kill me.

Why would I?

Greta, let's go! Come on.

-We're late. -I've been waiting 20 minutes.

The car wouldn't start.

This thing's so gross, I'm surprised it started at all.

Right.

You're not gonna tell me where we're going?

Yeah, no.

Put your seat belt on.

Got it.

What's this song? The radio or your pick?

The radio? What is this, 2004?

-Patricia A. is calling you. -Leave it.

And don't check my phone.

Patricia.

That's a great name, right?

It has weight.

Though I'm not one to talk… Will Tucker.

You gonna tell me where that comes from? Or are you actually in witness protection?

-I'm not. -So that's your real name?

Yeah, it's my name.

Why?

My dad's English. I was born in Wales.

You're from Wales?

Yeah, Wales.

Okay. Not big on sharing, huh?

You catch on quick.

What are we doing here?

No clue.

Lucy says you go in, and I wait outside for 45 minutes.

I'm not going in there.

Forty-five.

-No. I couldn't. -Will, I can't--

I know they're allowed, but I told you I can't.

No, well…

All right.

I've arranged the chairs by color.

Sit according to the mourning task where you feel you are today.

Forget your notebook.

-Okay? Go with your gut. -All right.

-Yes. -Jenni, take your time. Breathe.

-Same color? -It was the stages.

-Jenni, are you sitting there? -Yes. Why?

-Okay. -Hello.

Are you here for the meeting?

What is this? Alcoholics Anonymous or something?

Something like that, but…

For widows and orphans.

Come here, sweetheart. Come on, we're playing a game.

Come on.

-I'll move so I don't hear. -You can sit there.

Yeah. This is voluntary.

I'm Lourdes, by the way.

You must be Greta.

Your sister came a few times last year.

She wanted to see our meetings

and see if this could help you and your family after she was gone.

She was lovely.

She was the best.

We're glad to have you here. Let's begin, okay?

Adri.

The other day I woke up feeling good, and I thought, "You've got this, Adri."

So I got the toaster out.

I put bread in it.

Then I heard it click.

It hit me all over again, and I just broke down.

The night before his wife's accident, they made sandwiches with that toaster.

Okay, Adrián. We've talked about this.

These are not clear-cut stages. We move back and forth.

What matters is knowing how…

-It's risky. -Did you do it?

Greta.

You don't think this is for you, right?

I'm really sorry, but… I don't get how Lucy thought this would help.

We talked a lot about pain with her.

You can't avoid it. You have to go through it.

It's like a traffic jam. What do you do?

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

Right, well…

You relax, play some music, and keep moving forward.

Well, we're the music.

Seriously?

Just what I needed.

I didn't see you.

-Almost done. -You sure?

It looks worse than before.

You think?

Never washed a car before?

First time.

You're not gonna ask why?

Or one of your usual questions?

No.

I figure you'd rather I keep quiet.

So? Was it that bad in there?

Well…

Let's grab a coffee.

For you.

First challenge, done.

Cool.

'Cause I'm not going back.

Why not give it a shot?

Because I'm not joining

that orgy of self-pity.

You gonna eat that?

-All yours. -Thanks.

So what's your deal with self-pity?

It just drags you down.

You can tell you're a rich kid.

Excuse me?

-Why do you say that? -Everything. Your attitude, the cake…

Only a rich kid leaves half a six-euro cake.

It cost 3.40.

This isn't Ladurée.

-Ladu-what? -Ladurée.

-Ladurée? -Ladurée.

The most famous pastry shop in Paris.

Will, I give up. I have to ask.

Why does a part-time waiter know the most famous pastry shop in Paris?

-I used to have money. -I knew it.

But not always. I don't have any now.

-And I didn't have any before. -Before what?

Right. That's why you came from Wales?

You went broke, and you had to…

You don't have a criminal record, do you?

-That would explain the scar and tattoos. -What? No.

What would it matter if I had a record?

It matters.

Look, I'm doing this for Lucy. My life's none of your business.

Okay. Fine.

-Okay. -You're right. No more questions.

-Everyone's got issues. -Thanks.

I won't ask, even if you beg me on your knees.

I'm not planning on making you beg on your knees. My jacket.

-I'm serious, Will. -Yes, me too.

-We'll see. -Remember this moment, okay?

One day, you'll tell me everything.

-I don't think so. -We'll see.

Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

In a few days, we'll see what happens.

-I'm telling you, I won't. -Well…

-God damn it. -Let's see… Okay.

Maybe this one.

There we go.

-Are you okay with the plants? -Yeah.

The ones that need more water, less water, all that?

-Yeah, Grandpa. -Good.

And if not, I'll check that app.

That app's useless.

-You've gotta feel the soil. -Okay.

And check…

-Watch them. Check for bugs. All that. -Okay.

If you're unsure, call me.

Okay. You call me too.

-And send photos. -Okay.

-Do you remember how? -I guess.

-Give me your phone. -All right. Here.

Go here.

-The taxi's not here. I'll wait inside. -Photos. That's it.

Is she still not leaving the house?

She's glued to the TV all day.

-Today it's just because you're leaving. -And your dad?

He does his own thing. Same as always.

Right. I made you something.

Wow. Thanks. Not super accurate, though.

That's the point. No compass is good enough.

Remember that.

Grandpa, do you know anything about a game Lucy made for me…?

I made her a box.

She told me not to say anything. That's all I know.

Okay.

-It's here. I gotta go. -Okay.

-Mom, Grandpa's leaving. -All right.

-Bye. -Bye.

-Have fun. -Yeah. I'll send photos.

-Please do. -I will.

-All right, then. -Okay.

Take care.

-You too. -All right.

I didn't get you that fanny pack.

-Try not to get robbed. -I'll manage.

-Call me. -Okay.

-Got your meds and all? -Yeah.

If you have a problem with the doctor or anything, call me.

I will.

-Okay. -Bye.

-All right. -Bye.

Did you get another piercing?

Two months ago, Mom.

-Hello. -Hi.

I have a meeting with Ana about the ad.

Right. Come in.

Come in.

-Hi. -Hello.

Want some coffee?

-No, thanks. -Marvel! That's enough

He loves coffee.

It's decaf.

I'll introduce you.

Marvel. Look.

Cutie, look. Come on.

See? He loves it.

-What was your name again? -Greta Álvarez.

You're Rosi's daughter.

Yeah.

Your mom and I worked together ages ago.

How is she?

Well… I can imagine. What a question.

Poor thing. I'm so sorry.

Anyway… you like dogs, right?

Yeah, I do.

Never had one, but I would have loved to.

Any experience with animals?

With… guys in heat.

That'll do.

Okay.

Come on.

Marvel.

That's my second favorite house, after my grandpa's.

I haven't been there in forever.

The last time I rang that bell, it didn't go so great.

Marvel, come on.

Next box. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 5:00. Be ready.

Shit.

You're not gonna tell me where we're going today either?

Nope. You'll see.

Doesn't this feel weird to you?

That my sister left us this mission and we don't even know each other.

Would it be less weird if you knew my shoe size or what I studied?

-Maybe. -I'm an 11, and I studied law.

Even though I liked astronomy.

-You don't like it anymore? -I don't know.

I haven't used a telescope in forever.

-Fuck. -What is it?

-I don't know. -Pull over. Can you stop?

-Stop here. -Okay.

Now what?

Should we open another box?

-I've got an envelope in the car. -Give it to me.

Okay, but we'll do this challenge another day.

Obviously.

She wants me to make a list of things I like.

-That sounds easy. -Don't be so sure.

I know things I used to like.

But now I get obsessed with stuff, and then I get bored and drop it.

-Like what? -Skating, Russian lit…

Women painters…

I even bought paintbrushes, but it wasn't my thing.

And Klimt. I've always been crazy about Klimt.

-First thing on the list. -No.

I'm not spilling everything while you take notes.

Okay. You can do it. I don't have to see it.

But aren't you even a little curious about me?

Like, am I more of a beach or mountains person?

Mountains. Of course.

Movies or TV shows?

Movies. Indie. Art house, obviously.

More winter than summer.

-Lucky guess. -No.

You like reading. You underline books.

-How do you know-- -Let me guess.

-Your favorite color is-- -I've got you figured out too.

Just not as much.

The tow truck.

Hi. How are you?

-Over here. -Is this it?

-Yeah. -Great.

-Thanks, Paco. -No problem.

-Have a good one. -Thanks.

Good thing you're doing the game. He was so upset.

What are you doing now?

We have to make a list of things we like.

No, she has to.

Write this down.

Cheese. He loves it.

Hey!

Will you shut up?

Cheese.

-So? -What?

Want me to keep going?

-Let's hear it. -Okay.

-You like… rock music. -You can't think of anything else?

-No. -You can't?

Nope. You're like a locked box, Will.

Come on. Play the game.

I say one, then you say one.

Fine. But you start.

-Okay. -Okay.

Well, I like…

your cologne.

Wow. Starting strong, huh?

Okay.

I like… your sneakers.

Okay.

I like colorful wigs.

And I like…

glitter.

But don't tell anyone.

I like… rainy days.

Sunny days.

Figures.

-I like rock music too. -You have good taste.

Replaying conversations in my head, saying everything I wish I'd said.

Don't you ever say what you want to?

No one wants to hear what's in my head.

I would love to.

Wow! Total summer vibes.

-Just how you like it. -Yeah.

I think you're one of those people who act rebellious but won't even dance.

-You're the one who never dances. -I own the dance floor.

-Yeah, right. -No?

Show me, then.

What?

Add a little arm action. Depending on…

For someone who hasn't laughed in forever, you're making up for lost time.

Come on, slow dance.

You okay?

Lucy loved this song.

She knew all the lyrics.

-Should I turn it off? -No.

It's beautiful.

Yeah.

It has come back once more

You think about her a lot.

She never really leaves.

Like a good warrior

I can rise to the occasion

She's always with me.

In every battle

And I have never surrendered

Because if I lose her Why would I want to live?

…I can

Reach Olympus

And steal the fire

Subtitle translation by: Meredith Cannella