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We want the truth! We want the truth!

We want the truth!

We want the truth! We want the truth!

12TH MARCH, 2004

How can it be going so slowly?

They've canceled the concert because of the attacks.

But they'll reschedule another day and change our tickets, won't they?

No idea.

It's her!

Yes, it's her!

Do you think she'll sign an autograph?

Oh, I don't know!

9:30 PM PALAU DE LA MÚSICA ELISA MONTCALM

POSTPONED UNTIL MARCH 13

Eduard? Hello.

I'm really happy to see you and that you're here.

What happened?

To me?

Yes, how long has it been since we last saw each other?

I don't know. You tell me.

It'll be four years soon.

Four years. Yes, of course, four years.

Yes, but--

What?

It looks like it's been 14 for you.

"IT IS AND IT ISN'T"

When I saw you, I thought, "Is he drinking?

Is he taking drugs? How can he have aged so much?"

-I didn't know, sorry. -Don't worry.

And what is your illness called?

No-- it's okay, it's not that serious.

Aging at twice the speed of a normal person, isn't that serious?

Does it worry you?

Yes. Even if I haven't seen you in four years,

I still care about you.

-You, on the other hand... -What?

You look even better.

-Time goes backwards for you. -What do you mean?

-Excuse me. Would you mind? -Of course.

-Here. -Thank you.

It's just-- you are just...

Thanks a lot.

It could have been worse.

-Oh, really? -She could have asked you for a selfie.

A what?

Nothing.

Congratulations.

I'm delighted things are going so well for you

and that you are so happy.

Thank you.

Why have you come back now?

Why?

Yes. What have you come here to do?

Avoiding me for so many years, and now...

Avoiding you. Me?

Who else would it be?

Eduard, I don't hold a grudge for what you did to me anymore.

I just don't-- I don't remember.

What? Does this strange illness also make you lose your memory?

Yes. Yes, it does that too.

-I just look at you and it's like-- -Like you don't know me?

"You know nothing about me."

What?

It's the main song on the album I'm launching here tomorrow.

No, you don't You don't

You don't know anything about me

I love that song.

We sang it in the music room, didn't we?

No, I don't remember.

Sorry.

Sorry, I don't hold a grudge against you either.

Not even a little. Really.

Elisa.

Hello.

My love, they're waiting for you. Sorry.

-Eduard? -Yes. Yes.

I haven't aged as well as you. Hello.

-Okay. -Elisa will explain.

Sorry, I didn't want to interfere.

Have you seen a rehearsal?

It's really boring.

Ignore him. A rehearsal is never boring. And even less with me.

-Head over. I'll be there shortly. -All right.

If I didn't owe him so much, We'd have split up.

I didn't want to-- because of me--

What are you doing tonight?

-What? -Are they waiting for you at home?

Clara and your children.

-No, actually. -No?

Well, after the rehearsal, I'll take you to dinner.

Hello.

Straight ahead.

-Let's have a special surprise, Xavier. -Thank you.

Of course. Do you have any intolerances?

Are you still allergic to peaches?

-Yes. -So nothing with peach in it.

-Perfect. -Thank you.

Thank you.

Have you been here before?

No, never.

It's expensive, but it's the best. For me, at least.

I don't doubt it.

You haven't called them.

Called who? Your family.

Why would I call them?

To let them know that you'll be home late,

not to wait for you for dinner, and not to worry? I don't know.

That's what normal couples and families do, don't they?

Yeah. I don't know, I suppose so.

-Do you want to borrow my mobile? -No, no. There's no need.

Won't Clara worry--?

Elisa, Elisa-- Clara and I aren't together.

Since when?

Since a few days ago.

-You're not together anymore? -No. But when was that?

I don't know, I don't remember.

You don't remember how long ago you abandoned your family?

No. Come on, abandoned--

Did you leave them or did Clara leave you?

I don't know...

-But do you live with them, or not? -No.

And where do you live now?

At my parents' house.

Don't make jokes.

Why do you say that?

You know perfectly well who lives at your parents' house.

Who?

Me!

You? Still?

What do you mean, still?

Didn't my parents go back to live there after we separated?

-What do you mean did they go back? -My parents.

-Eduard, enough! -Enough what?

This is a joke, isn't it?

No, I told you that this illness makes me forget things.

Your parents' death, too?

Tomorrow it will be exactly four years since that horrible tragedy.

What tragedy?

Wine?

Leave us the bottle. We'll serve ourselves.

-Okay. -Thanks.

It's serious, isn't it? Your illness.

You can't fool me. That's why you are being odd.

That's why you left Clara and the kids.

And why you came.

Yes, it's serious. Very serious.

And what have the doctors said?

They don't want to say exactly when...

And you, do you want to know?

No. But it won't be soon.

-And Clara and the kids? -No, they don't know anything.

I'd rather they didn't know. I don't want them to worry.

-Let's leave it. -You can't do that to them, Eduard.

But, Elisa, I want to live the time I have left,

enjoying every moment, as if it was the last.

But Clara...

Leave Clara alone, Elisa. There's nothing between me and her!

-What are you talking about? -Nothing at all!

For me, she has always been a good friend, and that is all.

-She is the mother of your children. -No.

For me, the mother of my children should have been you.

No. It is you.

Don't do this to me.

What happened that night?

-What night? -Four years ago.

The night I didn't come back home.

Was it because I didn't come home that you--?

That I did what?

-Decided to lose-- -You're detestable.

No, no. Don't leave. Don't leave me alone.

Don't leave me.

I'm going to the bathroom, to cry for a while.

-I'll be back. -Cry here.

I would love it if you did.

I'll come back. Let me go.

On one condition-- that when you come back, you tell me

everything that has happened until now.

Why?

Because I don't want to die without asking you for forgiveness

for causing you this pain,

that I don't know about right now.

Have you talked to him?

No.

I guess with Clara.

No, I won't call her again because it still seems as if--

Yes.

Yes, yes, okay. Will you tell me?

Okay.

Yes.

Thanks, Òscar. Much love. Bye.

Should I go in or not?

-Goodbye, Lluís. -Goodbye.

-See you tomorrow. -See you tomorrow.

-Hey. -Hello.

-Do you have a moment? -Of course.

-Shall we go for a drink? -No, I don't need that.

I just wanted to tell you... go ahead. Let's do the concert.

-What? -Before--

I can't ask anybody else. You have to do me a favor.

Hey.

I've got great news for you.

A record company wants to produce your album.

They want you to launch it in Barcelona. How does that sound?

Really?

That's fantastic.

Here.

It turned out beautiful.

Yeah, we're really happy with it.

And it only took one month?

-Can I keep it? -Of course. I brought it for you.

But don't show it to anyone. It's not on sale yet.

No, no.

And where's the next concert? I'm not missing it.

It will be the official album launch in the new Zeleste.

They have changed the name-- it will be called "Razzmatazz," I think.

Razzmatazz? We'll be there.

I sent invitations to Eduard for all of the concerts,

-but he didn't-- -Yeah.

He's never come.

He is going through a really tough time.

-As you know. -Yes. Yes, I can imagine.

Really, I wanted to see you to give you this.

-What is it? -His keys. Can you give them to him?

I think you should give them to him.

But he doesn't even pick up the phone. I'll tell him to call you.

He listens to you.

Yes.

Maybe we could...

Elisa, my lovely.

We haven't seen you in so long.

-Hello, Manel. -Hello.

Do you want something to drink?

No, no. I'm in a bit of a rush.

-I'm meeting-- -Eduard, yes. He'll be here soon.

Sit down, darling.

-But he-- -And your bag?

My what?

Aren't you coming with us?

What?

To Calonge for the weekend.

Where?

To the cottage we've rented in Calonge.

-Eduard said you were coming-- -Maria, I think we've said too much.

Maybe it was supposed to be a surprise.

Yes, maybe so. -Didn't you know? -No.

I had arranged to meet your son alone, to give him back the keys to your apartment.

To our apartment? The apartment we gave to you?

Sorry. Sorry, I'm late.

Goodbye. It was great to see you.

No, Elisa, what's wrong? What did we do?

-You two did nothing. -Elisa, wait.

-Leave me alone! -Wait!

-Leave me alone, Eduard! -Wait.

Wait!

We've been separated for a month, and your parents don't know?

What is this trap you've set?

-What trap? -What were you planning?

That I'd go with you for an idyllic weekend in the Empordà

like nothing had happened?

I should have arrived earlier to--

I don't know how many times I've called you.

I spoke to Òscar, to Clara,

I invited you to all of my concerts. And you never showed signs of life.

-I was-- I felt really bad. -And I didn't?

Can you stop playing the victim for once?

I wanted to arrive earlier to try to convince you--

What?

To get back together.

And to tell my parents. Both of them.

To tell your parents... what?

What are you doing?

You can't see it yet.

What?

-No. -No, what?

I did feel bad.

You left me when I needed you most. What did you want me to do?

Mom, please.

I'll drive, Dad. I'll explain later. Please, come on.

Pere, I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

-Go see Eduard. -I'll be right there.

I'll never get over it.

I'm so sorry.

Go.

-It will be worse if you stay. -Why?

He told me. He never wants to see you again.

Let's talk about the phenomenon, Elisa Montcalm.

She reached number one overnight.

She's already gone platinum.

After the explosive success of her first concert,

the Catalan singer-songwriter is working on her second album

and is embarking on a tour

that will take her to countries in Europe and the Americas.

-Hadn't we seen each other since then? -You broke your promise.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I can't believe that the illness wipes memories that are so...

I made you feel guilty about--?

That accident changed your life. Mine too.

Yes, but in your case, it was for the best.

That depends.

No, it doesn't depend. It's objectively obvious.

Well, you never saw me ever again, but I saw you again.

Oh, really? When?

The day Joan was born.

Which Joan?

Eduard. Are you doing it on purpose or what?

-Which Joan is in your life? -Your father?

Does my father play a role in your life?

Of course he does.

You're scaring me, really, you know?

I'm talking about your son.

Jan-- Joan. My son Joan.

Of course, sorry. Yes, I was joking. Yes.

Forgetting your children. That's serious.

Never. I would never stop remembering our--

Remembering my children.

Continue. When did you see me again?

EXIT

No.

Every time he hears your songs,

or sees you on television, he gets ill.

I'd like to make up with him one day.

He made a promise to never see you again.

And now...

In any case, it's too soon.

And Clara looks after him, I suppose.

She worries about him a lot. Even more now.

He's been fired.

Fired?

The day before his child was born.

-It was so cruel, wasn't it? -But, why?

He was off for nine months after the accident.

He went back to work, but he didn't improve at all.

They took advantage of a reshuffle and they kicked him out.

-And Clara? -Clara is on maternity leave.

But she doesn't have a fixed place yet. They just needed the kid.

What a disaster. What can I do for them?

I doubt Eduard--

-Hey, are you Elisa Montcalm? -Yes.

-Can you sign an autograph? -Yes.

I love the way you sing. Your album is great.

-It's going well, isn't it? -Yes.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

-Goodbye. -Bye.

Will you sign one for me, too?

Fame has its downside, doesn't it?

That guy was right.

I'm doing very well. I'm rolling in cash.

That's why I said.

Edu is too proud to accept your money.

Well, if he doesn't...

But you'd have to help me.

Ever since I bought it, I've wanted to show it to you.

Oh, really?

Òscar kept the secret as best he could,

but for your brother to come to the signing was a low blow.

You gave him all of the power to avoid seeing me, right?

Yes. Yes, I had to keep my promise.

Yeah.

Well, now that I can tell you, thank you.

-For? -For having sold it to me.

-I needed the money. -I totally remodeled it,

but if you look carefully, I kept the structure just as it was.

Yes, yes. It's obvious that your real calling is art.

Well, that's what I do.

Music is art.

Yes, of course, yes. But I meant...

You were such a good teacher.

But I only did it for one year. And it was so much work.

You had a bright future at the university.

-But would you ever go back? -I haven't thought about it.

You always said that you studied art

because you liked analyzing other peoples' talent.

But now that you...

Be frank, what do you prefer?

What do I prefer about what?

Studying others or have others studying you?

Well, if you put it like that, it might sound a bit pretentious, but--

-The second option. -Yes.

Of course.

You've changed.

Surely less than you think I have.

You might be right.

Well, do you like it or not?

It's strange.

-You don't. -No, I didn't say that.

-When you say "it's strange"-- -I do like it.

We know each other.

You don't know anything about me.

Now you have to be frank.

Why did you break your promise?

Haven't you realized?

No. Realized what?

-Can't you see it in me? -See what?

Maybe I should have been the one singing that song before.

"You don't know me"?

You don't know me.

Why?

You don't know who has dreamed about you every night

since you disappeared.

You made me disappear.

I made you disappear?

I always make the people I love disappear.

Why?

You should know.

I don't know. Could you help me find out?

With your illness, can you?

Can I do what?

Make love.

Can I get it up, or is it contagious?

How unromantic.

I told you I dream about you every night and you didn't even flinch.

I had no time to say anything.

You went straight to the tragic side.

What tragic side?

"I always make the people I love disappear."

It's true.

That accident was not your fault.

Tell me again.

That accident was not your fault.

Elisa.

-What is that? -Nothing.

-Let me see it. -No, no. It's nothing.

-Leave it, don't touch it! -Why?

Because I said no!

Don't you want to tell me? What is it?

It's a mechanism for crossing universes.

-Come on, tell me. What is it? -I'm telling you.

Is it something to do with your illness?

Yes, it's a way for me to take my medicines.

It puts them directly into the vein.

I don't want you to die.

Neither do I. Elisa?

Elisa.

I've gone to see the sunrise,

like when we were a bit older than those two.

-Did I take long? -No.

I came here that day.

Did it really cross your mind?

To throw myself on the tracks? Never.

Has it ever gone through your head?

I've done it.

-What? -I've done it. From here.

-In another world. -Yeah. A metaphor.

No.

-No, no, no. -You jumped from here?

Just when it was coming.

And what happened to you?

I died. Destroyed.

Destroyed.

Literally in pieces. Spread all over the tracks.

There and there.

How lovely. And why did you do it?

Did you feel guilty about your parents' deaths?

No.

About yours and our children's.

-In another universe. -Yes. Of course.

One of those you go to when you touch those little lights.

Well, yes.

I've also imagined other universes where I did things very differently.

Who hasn't thought about that?

Mainly in these past years.

What would have happened if...

if you and I hadn't--

if that night you had come home and the day after I hadn't.

If you want, I can tell you.

Shall I talk?

I would have come crying, thrown myself at you,

and said that if you wanted to, we could make a life together.

I'd look after the boy or girl that we'd have had.

In fact, the first would be a girl. She wouldn't be Carlota, she'd be--

Carla. Like Carlota, but more modern.

Yes, Carla.

A great girl, clever like her mother. Different from the rest.

In fact, she'd give us such joy, that after a while, we'd have another

and it'd be a boy, and he wouldn't be Joan,

-like your father, he would be called-- -Jan.

Like Joan, but more modern.

Jan.

A fantastic boy who would make us laugh and smother us in hugs and kisses.

And we would be a great family.

The only drawback is that you wouldn't be a famous singer,

you'd have a PhD in Art History

-which would hardly be a bad option. -And now, not bad.

And all four of us would be happy with no problems,

we'd love each other so much it would make up for everything.

For example, if you and I had boring jobs

and life was a series of nauseating clichés

worthy of the best Hollywood film that you could ever imagine.

And then, our marvelous children,

would grow up and give us a bunch of grandchildren,

and you and I would both die old, in our little bed,

holding hands, declaring we love each other.

-Lovely, isn't it? -No. Not that.

Give me the contract for that idyllic world

and I would sign it right now.

There is no world, no universe where that kind of thing could happen.

There has to be one. There has to be one by definition.

If not, how would this make sense? If not, what the fuck am I doing here?

Can you tell me?!

Because we slept together doesn't mean that you can shout at me

and treat me like that.

Do me a favor, and get your hands off me.

Sorry.

I'm really sorry that you're ill.

But I don't like you playing with me or my feelings.

It's you who came here.

Yes, but to have a laugh for a while, to remember the old times.

Not to hear the stupid things you've just said. I am not your property.

I'm not here to give you children

and to calm your fear of growing old.

I am myself and that's that.

And, by the way, I've broken one of my rules, and I'm really regretting it.

Which rule?

I never fuck anybody the night before a concert.

I'm not just "anybody."

You're like anyone else when you're fucking.

If you want to have breakfast, hurry up.

I have a television interview In two hours.

...has caused strong reactions among the attendees.

This means that neither of the two politicians

can avoid more anger.

-Thank you, Lupe. -Thank you.

After the New York attacks, I was thinking, where will it be next?

-But that close-- -There will be many more. London, Paris, Nice, Manchester, Brussels, Berlin--

-You're just trying to scare me. -They will happen.

And Barcelona?

Barcelona, too. Many years later, but Barcelona too.

I don't know how you can joke at a time like this.

I wish it was a joke.

It's so disgusting that we have to have politicians

who are such liars and so mediocre.

Tomorrow, the socialists will kick them out.

No polls are saying that. This new one doesn't look great either.

He'll do a couple of good things. At the start.

What things?

Bring us out of the Iraq war, legalize same-sex marriage.

They won't let him.

But not much else. He'll be there for seven years.

There'll be an economic crisis, the Right will come back in,

it'll be like nothing has happened. There'll be a shit show with Catalonia.

What shit show?

The Independent parties will win the elections and...

And Catalonia will be a state in 2014.

No. In 2014, there will be a kind of watered-down meeting,

but a little later, just after the Barcelona attacks,

they'll even declare a Catalan Republic.

Oh, come on, shut up. No more nonsense.

I'm sorry if I've been unkind.

No. I'm sorry if I've treated you as if these four years hadn't happened.

I hate myself when I remember how I had to depend on someone else.

I've left a ticket under your name at the ticket window.

If you want to come.

The taxi to the television station is here.

Yes. After, I'll go straight to the hall. I don't think I'll go home.

I have all of your things ready.

-Thank you, Lupe. -Will the gentleman go with you?

No, no, no. I prefer going by public transport.

I want to go for a little trip.

You can take my car.

No, no, Imagine if something happened to me with your car.

What could happen?

An accident. Another one.

See you later.

What a character, right?

Wow. Don't make me talk about it.

But she's a great woman.

Thank you.

Oh, Tere.

I don't know if this is right.

Clara won't misinterpret it, will she?

Absolutely not. She'll really appreciate it.

She's very worried.

Eduard has fallen into a rut. There is no-- no way-- of getting him out.

It's good that you've come to cheer him up.

You're the only friend he has.

It will be good for you to take him out a bit, distract him.

This going to the cemetery once a year, it's horrible.

Okay?

But should I help him?

I don't know. He has a horrible sense of guilt.

There is no way of making him understand

that he didn't cause his parents' death. It was an accident.

Four years have gone by.

We didn't want to go,

but he's making us go and Pere doesn't want to contradict him.

-Okay. -Come on.

Right. They're here now.

Hello.

-Hello. -Hey.

-All good? -All good?

-How are you doing? -Hello.

-How are you? -Very well.

-You look well. -And you?

-Good. -What about you, little one?

Auntie. What's going on?

-Hello, gorgeous. -When did you get here?

-How are you? -How are you doing?

You two, right? Very good!

What, what is she saying?

Come on. Let's have dinner, or a drink, Edu.

-Long flight... -Another day.

-Another day. -Man, come on.

I'm very tired. I've hardly...

No, no, no. Yeah, yeah. We'll talk later.

But you could both enjoy it.

But it's been ages since you've seen each other.

We'll talk later. Come on.

-Come on. -Let's get going.

We'll talk later.

Yes, yes. Behave yourself, Joan.

-Do you want to sit in front? -No, it's okay.

-I'll get in the back. -No, no, no.

I'll catch up with Clara.

-Great. -What do you want to talk about?

Well, just things.

-Now we can't even talk? -I'd prefer to make the trip in silence. I think I should stay with Òscar. I feel bad about him babysitting.

-Yes. -No. No, no, dear.

-He offered. -Clara.

Clara, you're coming to the cemetery. I can't go alone.

You're going with your brother, whom you won't even let me speak to.

-You make it really hard for me, Eduard. -Please, Clara, get in the car.

I'm not doing it on purpose.

I didn't want to. I'm sorry. Please, get in. Please.

Sorry, sorry.

Good evening.

Thank you very much.

Those of you who know me, know that I'm not the type to talk at concerts.

I love just singing.

But this is a very special concert for me for two reasons.

So today, I'll make an exception.

I'll tell you the first now, before I begin.

And I'll tell the second later before my last song.

First-- today, all of us have witnessed a great tragedy.

The ineptitude of some mediocre politicians

who dragged us into an unjust war that the people didn't want

has caused hundreds of horrific deaths this week.

Let's reject all kinds of violence,

and demand that the politicians show their faces and stop lying to us.

We want the truth!

We want the truth! We want the truth! We want the truth!

We want the truth! We want the truth! We want the truth!

We want the truth! We want the truth!

And now...

My heart is beating so fast

Just when you give me your hand

It's so obvious when you say, "Hello, how are you?"

That I can barely talk

But you don't, you don't

No, you don't, you don't know

Anything about me

No, you don't know anything about her

The one who dreams about you at night

The name on your lips

Seeing me reflected in your eyes

You just see me as a friend

You've always only seen me that way

But you don't, you don't

No, you don't, you don't know

Anything about me

I never knew

How love worked

Even though my heart cried with love

For you

Fear and shyness made me miss

The chance that someday

You would love me too

It's so cruel to see you walk away

Next to someone else

Knowing that you will never know

Who I really am

Knowing that you will never know...

Who I am

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

And now, to finish,

I wanted to tell you the second reason

why tonight is so special for me.

And it's because,

finally a great friend...

well, he's more than a friend,

much more than a friend.

He's one of the people I have loved most in my life.

And until now, he has never been able to come to one of my concerts.

So, I would like to dedicate this song to him.

She combs her hair off her face If I'm lucky I can see her eyes again

I can't prevent the burn

Of those who look straight into the light

Happiness is elusive It hides even as it touches the light

I don't want to say I like it In case it all turns to smoke

If it isn't love that fills my stomach With butterflies

If it's my life and I let it escape Now that I have it in front of me

Thank you for being here on such a special night for me, Eduard.

No, Elisa!

Elisa, I'm here! I'm here!

-I'm here. -Edu, what are you doing?

Elisa!