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Robert, I'm home!

Sweetie... where are you?

I made the delivery for the Saenz lady.

I got soaked. All for nothing.

She didn't pay. She told me her husband

has also been fired. He's useless.

She says she'll manage to pay me next week.

Roca didn't pay either.

She made me show her three different creams

and then she tried all the mascaras and rouge.

When I left, she was made up like a clown

and she didn't even buy a little brush.

We have so many shampoos and little soaps.

I don't know who's gonna buy them.

I spent the whole day working and I got no orders.

Have you eaten?

You're staining the spread. Come on!

- Come to bed! - Come to bed!

I don't like it when you smell of wine.

Honestly, Sandra, you can do better.

Tonight you only opened your mouth to say "I'm sleepy".

You could've been nicer to the Mexican guy.

And you didn't have to be so friendly to his wife.

She's not his wife. She's a girl I got him.

I'm working for you. I always work for you.

You're always on my mind.

Are you jealous?

I'm negotiating a deal with Telemundo for a

300-episode soap opera and you can't stand the guy

who's gonna pay 1 million dollars so that you can do what you want.

You know what that means?

Yes, I know.

The slobbering star will go on slicking his tongue in my mouth

in every love scene.

- Who the hell asked you to do anything? - Don't fuck with me.

Do you know what it means to get into the Latino market?

It's the most important production company in LA.

They want to make a movie with you as a star.

You instead of Sandra Bullock. Ever heard of her?

Well, they prefer a Latin American actress.

Did you imagine this when you lived in Villa Adela?

And they wanna sell a doll with your face and your own perfume.

I'll tell you who's working in the film they want to make.

My dad was the director of the William Shakespeare

Theater Company in Arroyo Seco. He loved classics.

He named my eldest brother Mark Anthony, the other brother

Romeo, and me, Cleopatra. My younger sister was going to be

Electra, but she was dead when she born.

I know I have to live up to my name

and I could be disappointed, but I'm not.

I still hope to be able to do wonderful things.

And learn more than I do now.

My dad used to say that I would be a good actress.

I wanted to be an actress, to be somebody else.

But I was already Roberto's girlfriend and he didn't let me.

So I became a teacher. Which is similar in a way.

You say something and other people listen to you.

My daugher, Nancy, got married, lives in the US and has two kids.

And my son Robertito, who lives in Spain and sells handicraft

on the beach. He made this.

I've been married for 37 years.

2 and a half years ago Roberto was fired from the factory

the same month I retired. He didn't expect that.

At first he looked for a job.

With Roberto's severance pay we opened a grocery store.

But soon a supermarket opened opposite our store.

With the little money we still had, we bought a taxi

which was stolen before we could insure it.

Since I retired I worked as a private teacher,

I sewed, I made home-made cakes,

flower arrangements.

I'm selling make-up door to door.

A friend of mine used to say I had many talents:

I can separate my fingers by one, by two;

I can also move my eyes to the side,

this one or this one, or both,

and move my head without moving my body.

That's why I started to care for children and old people.

But the children grew up, and the old people...

My friend used to say that I was born to be a clown.

Poor thing, she died.

But that's another story.

A gigolo.

That's what I am.

An old gigolo.

I'm useless.

I can't even get a job as a laborer.

If I had known at this age I'd be supported by a woman.

I'm not any woman. I'm your wife.

You'll throw that in my face one day.

It always happens.

You're already doing that so...

Robert, think of only one thing:

...everything we have.

We have each other, the kids, our grandchildren.

We did so many wonderful things.

We have loved each other so much.

Promise me you're gonna go on fighting.

Come on, Robert.

Look at a half-full glass, not at a half-empty one.

It's empty now.

Hi.

Nancy, baby! Nancy!

What a surprise, darling! Yes!

How are you?

How are the kids? Billy?

A tooth?

And Elenita?

Dad's OK.

Yes, dad's working too.

Because they changed his shift.

Yes, with overtime. He's quite happy.

Very happy.

Yes, yes.

Yes.

Okay, okay...

I'll tell him you called.

Did Robertito call you?

He didn't call me this month.

I'm not worried. If he calls you, tell him to call me. All right.

Can I talk to Elenita? I'm dying to hear her voice.

Hello? Elenita! Yes, Helen, Helen.

How are you?

The school? How is the school?

The blackboard, the pupil... Yes.

The "gran padre" is very good. Very good.

Yes, dear. He call you, he call you.

I'll tell him.

Me too.

Kiss, kiss, kiss.

It seems Mrs. Saenz will get me a role in this soap opera.

She knows deep inside I'm an actress.

She told me to go to audition. It's easy.

I have to study a text. I know a lot of poems.

If things are transparent and clean, this time I think I'll get it.

Me, on TV...

I'm a bit scared. I haven't acted for a long time!

Well, I never acted, actually...

I need a push. Who knows?

Maybe I end up being famous and we can move.

I told you not to leave food there... The roaches...

Terrible things happen in life!

Terrible things happen in life! I don't know...

Terrible things.

Terrible things...

Terrible things happen in life...

I don't know.

Terrible things happen in life...

Terrible things happen in life...

- Give me this. - OK.

- Terrible things happen... - Ready? - Yes.

You can start.

Good luck.

- Who sent this dork? - I don't know.

You can start.

It doesn't matter if you don't remember the text.

You can say anything, improvise.

What...?

Here it says she was classically trained.

That's a relief.

Please, turn around.

The other way.

Say: "Dinner is ready".

Thanks. We might call you.

Ma'am.

She came to audition and she was so scared she peed.

- And who was she? - An old woman. She'll never forget it.

Don't worry, nobody can tell.

Don't pay attention to them.

Don't make their day. Don't cry.

Don't cry.

- They're waiting for you. - Let them wait.

I have to go.

- If you ever need anything, come and see me. - Thanks.

Do you know who I am?

You have a nice look in your eyes.

How much longer?

When will you realize you're with a man who's worthless?

Why did you have to beat the guy?

They came to cut the power. And they did.

I know, Mecha told me.

The money was inside the sewing case.

- If I had known... - If I "had known"...

What?

"Had known. "

Fuck me!

Did you hear? Fuck me!

So many sacrifices... And for what?

We have a daughter who left us. And a son...

Please!

- You can't stand the truth. - Please.

Ma'am, could you come in?

I'll go.

Robert, where are you? Robert!

Robert?

Why are you talking like that?

Sometimes you make me laugh. Where are you?

Enough, Robert! You've drunken enough. Let's go to bed.

You've drunk enough...

You talk to me as if I were a piece of shit.

I can't find the candles.

Where did I put them?

Leave me alone. Please.

- You don't like me anymore? - Not when you're drunk.

- Who's drunk? - You!

- Come here! - Let me go.

Let go of me! Don't do this to me! Don't, Robert!

Not like this! Not like this!

It's a wonderful time for my career.

I have many projects and great possibilities.

Are you making a movie in the US?

That's what my producer says. You can interview him. He's here.

You'll easily persuade him. Bye boys, thanks.

- Sandrita, just one minute. - I'm tired, Francis.

I was telling Mercedes you have great news for her.

Just two minutes for Latino Entertainment Network. Ready?

Sandra, instead of talking about your projects,

why don't you tell us about your most intimate dreams?

I love it.

They always ask me the same. You aren't original at all.

Now it's Latino Entertainment Network's turn.

I honestly don't know what they expect me to say.

My dream is like anybody's dream. My life maybe different,

but my real dream is similar to anybody's.

My assistant, the make-up lady,

the cleaning lady, my classmates at school in Villa Adela,

soap opera characters, my Mum... We all dream the same.

That somebody will love us.

But not all of them dream of working for Telemundo

or shooting a movie with Andy Garcia.

You're right. Me neither.

You have the most important Latin American TV channel

and you say such nonsense. You're crazy!

- Who are you to tell me what to do? - Who am I?

Who brougth you here from that boring town and made you a star?

- A star, my ass! - In a week you'll be in Miami...

...to sign the contract to work with Andy Garcia. What is it with you?

- That's new. - What's wrong, honey?

Why don't you tell me what you want?

Do you really wanna know?

I don't want to sign squatt.

I wanna get rid of the Mexican, Andy Garcia.

Fuck Miami, the doll, the perfume and all the fake guys like you!

I'm tired! I can't stand this anymore.

Sandra...

I'll get the car and we'll talk.

Sandra...

- It's you, isn't it? - I think so.

- You told me if I ever needed anything... - Yes, hop on.

What was your name?

- Cleopatra. - Cleopatra?

My dad was the director of the William Shakespeare Theater...

Company in Arroyo Seco. He loved classics. He named my elder brother...

What are you gonna do?

I have two options: do what I want or what I have to.

And do you know what you want?

Then you'd better don't do anything.

Eat an "empanada".

Thank you.

Cleopatra...

Excuse me.

What do you call me for?

No, I'm not home.

Really?

Ask the Mexican whore to sign that. Get it?

Now he's desperate to make me sign.

He's realized he can't control me.

Francis?

Can you hear me...?

My battery needs recharging.

The call will be cut off.

It was cut off.

- Well, I'm leaving. - No, why?

Do you know what it is?

- No. - Me neither.

Francis brought it from South Africa and put it here.

If I touch it, he'll kill me.

Everything is his...

The apartment, the furniture...

...my haircut, my eyes, my clothes...

My famous cleavage...

I'm a trademark.

I'm his possession.

- Didn't you like the "empanadas"? - Yes!

I'll be right back.

I love massages.

I know how to massage. I used to do that.

My daughter Nancy liked me to massage her feet

while she read her university notes

in a loud voice and then recite them to me.

- Does she live with you? - No.

She moved to the States with her husband. He couldn't find a job here.

What does your son do?

Robertito? He also left.

He left. But he's different.

He's been different since he was a child.

A very good person and a bit sad.

His dad forced him to play rough games, "male games", he'd say.

He never understood him.

Though he says it's not true, he stopped loving him.

I can understand him better than anybody else,

just by looking at him.

Once he had an argument with my husband and he left.

I helped him with some money I had saved.

He left with a friend who had found a job in Spain.

Now he writes to me, calls me whenever he can.

When I can, I call him too.

He sounds good.

But I miss him a lot,

more and more every day.

- Do you like ice-cream? - Yes.

- Hi, Guido. - Hi.

Thanks. That's OK.

- Can you sign this? - I already did. - It's for Romina, my girlfriend.

Turn around.

- Romina? - Yes.

And this one's for Amelia, the baker.

She doesn't believe I know you.

- The ice-cream's gonna melt. Bye. - Thanks.

I can't really say he's a bad guy,

but he doesn't know how to treat women.

He doesn't do it on purpose, he's just a bit brutish.

You're talking about Francis?

My dad.

And her?

His wife?

We don't get along at all.

She smokes, drinks gin...

And she has an obsession: my dad.

They started dating before my parents got divorced.

Nobody told me but I saw them together in the car.

Dad loves cars.

Son of a bitch!

Your dad?

Francis.

You'll think I'm mixing everything, but I can't separate things.

I'm like that, a bit nuts.

"Crazy" sounds better.

- Some things I do better than others. - Don't worry, me too.

But nobody realizes.

The same happens to me.

- Good morning... - Hi.

- May I use your phone? - Sure. Did you sleep well?

- Yes. Are you going on a trip? - Yes. Use that one.

- You have some messages. - Yes, but don't touch them.

Are you calling your husband?

- Tell him to give you a break. - A break? - Yes, maternity leave.

What a mess!

Would you like me to pack your backpack?

First, the heavy stuff...

How nice!

And fold it well or everything will be wrinkled.

Look what you've done to your hair!

Don't you like it?

Yes...

But you're crazy!

Well, take care.

- Promise you'll take care. - You too.

Next time you pee on the floor, call me.

Stop here, please.

- Bye. - Bye.

What is it?

I forgot my glasses at your place, my purse, everything.

Hop on.

- You must want to kill me. I'm sorry. - Relax. We'll buy another pair.

- Buy another pair? - We'll leave now.

- Where? - To hell.

- Where? - Anywhere.

Don't you dare?

No, you don't.

Forget it. Maybe you're right...

It must be difficult for you to forget about everything.

Even for two days.

Your home, your husband... The same clothes, no glasses... no purse...

- What? - May I use your cell phone?

Thanks.

Hi, Robert. How are you?

Did you sleep well?

No, I'm in the street.

No, from a cell phone.

It doesn't matter who it belongs to.

What's the problem?

OK... Ok... let me talk.

I'm very glad there was no power.

Now you'll get away from that TV set. Only soccer and awful soap operas.

You watch so much TV your head is square.

I don't know what you can do.

If you're bored, go take a bath, go for a walk,

look for a job.

OK, Robert... OK.

Robert...

I can't hear you. Can you hear me?

I can't hear you. It's going to cut off.

My battery needs recharching. It's going to be cut off. It cut off.

Well... here we go!

Just two women alone in the world.

- Do you like this music? - Not at all,

but don't worry. If you like it...

Hi!

Good morning.

Good afternoon.

Is there anything to eat?

Ask him if there are any free tables.

Even if nobody believes it, I love Francis.

But he's been so bad to me.

He's the producer, he's made me famous, I'm supposed to be tolerant.

I introduced him to my dad. They got along from the very beginning.

They're both seductive, fake guys.

- Let me try. - Yes, didn't know you smoked.

Me neither.

- So? - So nothing.

I wanted to have a producer, get out of my town, appear in magazines.

You're lucky you're an actress.

You can get into de soul of your characters.

- You can be somebody else. - I didn't want to be an actress.

I wanted to be famous and I wanted my mom to see me.

Two coffees and the check. I'll be right back.

There's no coffee.

What does it say here?

Sallads: two.

Does it say "sallads"?

Who wrote this? "Barvecue". I've never seen that.

No offense was meant.

Tell me,

how do you spell "vomit"? Your daughter's vomiting in the restroom.

What is it? Sandra, what is it?

Look, lady,

let's be clear. It's not the girl's fault but the mother's.

Mother's and commercials'.

Adults have to be careful. You must be careful.

- But I... - Excuse me?

Yes, I'll be careful.

Are you feeling better?

- Can I tell you something? - No.

- What a mess I got you in. - No. You're in a mess.

You shouldn't do that. You know what I mean.

It's dangerous.

- Where are we? - I'd like to know.

I don't know. At least we're far from that horrible place.

That waiter, "barvecue"...

So bitter... We'll never come back there.

I forgot my cell in the restroom.

And it's the first time I've driven.

Roberto never let me.

In Arroyo Seco, my dad used to sit me on his lap and I'd practise.

But I never drove again. The taxi lasted us a day.

My dad said I was a very good driver but that I just got a bit distracted.

And you were going to be careful.

This time nothing serious happened.

But young lady,

remember that at certain age, children stop being children

and become their own parents' parents. Such is life.

Did you understand, darling?

Your mom isn't young anymore...

I'm not young anymore but I'm not old either. And I don't like

when people say "darling" or "love" if it's not true.

Those words should be said when you mean them.

Bye, darling, take care.

Anybody comes now and kisses you. It's a bit disgusting.

- How are we gonna go back now? - Where?

That's what I'm wondering. Where?

To go back or not to go back. That is the question.

- What are you going to do? - Come with me.

- And the van? - I left it at the mechanic's. It's Francis problem.

Was it his?

- What are you doing? - Let the old creep wear it.

He's exaggerating. It was nothing.

"Darling, darling". Go kiss yourself!

What?

- I think that crash helped me. - You're nuts!

Do you still think they'd stop as soon as they saw you? Let me do it.

With short hair, I'm nobody. Nobody recognizes me.

Who knows how long we'll be here.

Come, Sandrita!

This boy is humanitarian and will give us a lift.

So you were in a crash...

- What happened? - I don't want to remember.

Who was driving?

I don't want to remember, I told you.

Hitchhiking is dangerous. There's nobody out there.

When somebody sees two women alone, they say "Be careful, it's dangerous".

Can you turn that down?

Well, he's right, in a way. The driver could be a murderer.

Not a murderer.

A rapist.

- Ma'am, I was just joking. - Sure, joking!

I don't need a funny guy!

Put yourself in her shoes. You scared her.

Can't you see she's an old lady? She could've died.

- Are you talking about me? - Yes.

Ma'am, I never joke, really.

And you started joking today. Do what you want, but I won't get in.

You can't stay here. It's getting late!

We're in the middle of nowhere. We coud get raped for real.

Where are you from?

La Union. 160 miles from here.

And what do you do?

I raise horses.

It was my father's job.

Is it a nice place? I haven't been there.

- You'd get bored. - What do you know?

- Did you recognize me? - What?

I don't know anything about you

but I can imagine by looking at you.

And what can you imagine?

Nothing. I don't want to put my foot in my mouth again.

Come on.

No, I'm not good at that.

You said you could imagine.

I thought that since you're from the Capital city...

Besides, you're a bit wild for town life.

You're wrong.

What did you say?

"Wild". That's what we call the mares that rear...

With all due respect.

- You're comparing me to a mare. - I want to sleep.

Turn left.

- Are you staying in Villa Adela? - Yes.

Where are we going?

Turn left at the corner.

We're going to my dad's. He's gonna die when he sees me.

- Where is it? - Stop here.

What happened?

"YOUR D AUGHTER"

Matilde?

What happened?

What was gonna happen. Thanks for coming, Mili.

I'm asking you what happened.

She was playing cards. She felt sick. Poor mom.

And my dad?

He went to the rally.

When will he be back?

Don't ask me what I don't know.

What did you do to your hair?

I thought it was my dad.

Fucking bitch!

- Hi. I'm Matilde. - I'm sorry, madam.

This is Cleo. Come on. I wanna change my clothes.

Use my bedroom, Mili. Mom's in yours.

Do you want to see her?

Cleo...

You didn't tell me Matilde was so young.

She has sad eyes.

Well, her mother has just died.

She lied to you.

She doesn't care about anything.

She plays the martyr,

and if it doesn't work, she says she has a headache.

Speaking of which, I know why you throw up.

Sandra...

- Why didn't you tell me you couldn't drive? - Because I can.

Only I get distracted.

- Don't change the subject. - I ate too much. Stay out of this.

She called you Mili, didn't she?

My name is Milagros.

Milagros is a nice name.

Francis never liked it.

What did you think of Carlos?

Cleopatra...

Shall we go now?

Thanks for the drive. You saved me.

Everybody knows me here, and if they get a hold of me...

Next time, I buy.

Are you really leaving tonight?

Why don't you leave tomorrow?

I'd lend you a room, but we're having a party tonight.

Who died?

- Is what you have to do that important? - Yes, I have to sign a deed.

OK,

you decide. Bye.

Wait! I'll explain.

The ranch has been on sale for a while. It was rented.

Now someone is interested in it. I'd like to put an end to it.

Where is it?

- In Las Piedras, near the Andes. - Is it a nice place?

I'm sorry, I thought it was my dad.

Do you love him?

My old man? Sure, why not?

He's the only person I got. He raised me.

His way, but...

And your mom?

I haven't seen her for a while.

- How long? - 15 years.

15 years?

Why am I telling you this?

And Cleo? Is she a relative of yours?

I wish. I don't know who Cleo is.

Are you married?

No. Why do you ask?

Just changing the subject.

See? You're wild.

Are your hands always sweatie?

Bye.

Let me buy you another beer.

I'll let you buy me another beer.

Excuse me...

Do you remember me? I'm Mili's friend.

That's five...

I start forgetting things after ten.

Come on in, Cleo.

I wanted some water. Excuse me.

Do you work on TV with her?

Had she been sick long?

My mother?

All her life.

Sit down.

Poor thing. What was it?

Rancor. No cure for that.

Want some?

- There's some ice over there. - It's OK.

Are you alone, too?

Exactly.

For long?

A long time.

Do you have any children?

Two.

I couldn't have any.

But I don't cry anymore. It's over.

Patricio and I wanted to have a boy.

I was sure I was gonna have a boy.

Milagros was a child.

Sometimes I think it would've been good for us all.

I was Mili's English teacher.

That's how I met Patricio and her mother.

He was heart-broken when she left them.

He couldn't understand why she would...

...leave him. Him...

We started dating some time after that.

It's a pity Patricio isn't here. I would've liked him to meet you.

He's never here.

Now I'm completely alone.

I'm a teacher too.

I have a headache.

Do you have any boys?

I lied to you.

I don't have a husband or children. I have nothing.

Excuse me.

And Mili?

She's somewhere.

Please tell her her boyfriend called.

Excuse me.

I'll be right there.

"Dear Cleo,

I swear I'll behave.

See you in Buenos Aires.

Mili. "

Hello, Robert, how are you?

It's me!

No...

What a question to ask! Where am I? I'm at a friend's house,

but I'm coming home. Did you feed the cat?

Robert, why would you say that? She's a new friend.

Yes, but I'm on my way.

Yes, Robert.

I said yes. Yes.

OK, bye. Bye.

Good morning.

What time does the next bus to Buenos Aires leave?

In half an hour.

Are there any buses going somewhere else?

Where is Indio Muerto?

Can you buy me a sandwich?

Are they your siblings?

And a ciggie?

- What? - A ciggie.

So you want a cigarette?

And that's how you ask? You should say...

- "Ma'am, please... " Come on, repeat. - Ma'am, please...

- Would you be so kind - Would you be so kind

- as to give me a cigarette? - as to give me a cigarette?

Come on, the whole thing.

Ma'am, please, would you be so kind as to give me a ciggie?

I don't smoke. And neither should you. You're too young.

I think that's my bus.

Cleo...

I'm sorry. I'm selfish. I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to you.

- I'm going with Carlos. - Where?

I don't know, a small town in the mountains.

I invited myself.

- Cleopatra... - Francis called.

Where the hell are you going?

She turned out to be nuts.

Are you talking about me? Look who's talking!

You invited me to spend an unforgettable weekend

and I ended up alone, drunk and sleeping with a dead old woman.

You're right. I'm sorry. And I left you with that bitch...

That "bitch" doesn't lead an easy life. We'll talk about that.

- Did you hear what I said about Francis? - No.

Look ahead or we'll crash.

- What is it? - I don't know.

- This Carlos guy is weird. - Weird and has a gun.

Motherfuckers.

They left it there, suffering...

- You sure you're not uncomfortable? - No, son.

On the contrary, it's fun.

- Sure? - Sure. You should rest in peace.

- I mean... a bit. - Thanks.

Like a forest path

that disappears in the distance

my life is fading away while I keep searching.

I've searched in the wilderness, I've searched blindly.

I've been searching for a way out all my life

without realizing.

I've been searching for a way out. I've searched for my destiny.

I've searched blindly

dreaming of an open forest an immense sky that dazzies me.

Deep inside, a woman is waiting.

It's myself. A heart awaits.

It's my own heart and I'm filled with joy.

So full of joy. So full of joy.

Oh, what a moment! Oh, what a moment

for my feelings to come out freely.

Oh, what a moment! Oh, what a moment

for my feelings to come out freely.

So full of joy. So full of joy.

Oh, what a moment! Oh, what a moment

for my feelings to come out freely.

So full of joy. So full of joy.

Oh, what a moment! Oh, what a moment

for my feelings to come out

freely.

Stop, stop!

Come on, Cleo, let's have fun!

Where are you going? Sandra...

We have to go on.

I left home last night because I was tired

of everybody telling me I'm not worth a cent.

I left without a fuss with my eyes straight ahead,

but those black eyes made me crazy about you forever.

Crazy, crazy, crazy. Crazy, completely crazy.

I'll be crazed if she decides not to look at me with those eyes.

Crazy, crazy, crazy. Crazy, completely crazy.

And I need your love to live happily ever after.

I left home last night because I was tired

of everybody telling me I'm not worth a cent.

You have your eyes shut!

- It's the vertigo. - Then why did you come along?

Because I'd never done it.

I always thought it was like being in a UFO.

What happened?

- What happened? - What happened?

Sandra...

Are you there?

Yes, up here! What happened?

I don't know. A power cut, I guess.

A power cut.

You're such a brat!

I told you I was in a hurry. What are we gonna do now?

I don't know. Cleo wanted to take this ride.

- Why are you lying? - I lie? What about you?

Didn't I tell you I was in a hurry?

Then go! Just what I needed. A guy who bosses me around!

Did you say "go"?

- If he goes, he's stupid. - If he stays, he's mama's boy.

I can't believe he's leaving.

First choice.

Much better, I was getting bored.

- Just like in "Tower Inferno". - You have my backpack, right?

- What backpack? - We're fucked!

Yes, Francis.

Yes, you're right.

I needed some fresh air.

It was an unimportant crash. No, I'm OK.

At an outdoor fair. No, I'm not joking. I'm at an outdoor fair.

Kilometer number 600.

OK. I'll wait for you.

OK, bring a photographer, bring whatever you want.

I wasn't gonna leave with something that's not mine.

So you returned because you're so decent.

Anyway, somebody's picking me up.

I didn't come back just for the backpack.

Robert? How are you?

I'll go back soon.

Soon, I don't know.

Did anybody call?

What?

I don't understand what you're saying.

No, Robert, don't do that to me again. Don't do...

Not again. Don't cry. Don't.

See you, Roberto.

Do you want to buy it?

It's very nice,

but not now. I'll take this.

- Thanks. - Goodbye.

- Look what I bought! - It's nice.

- See you at the hotel. - Bye.

Don't eat too much. It'll make you sick.

Why?

Are you sick?

And how long have you had that gun?

I have to go. They're waiting for me.

- You didn't like my question. - Hi, Sandra!

Hi.

- I'm leaving. - You're mad at me.

Come on, Carlos, don't make such a fuss.

You're pulling my leg.

Why?

Everybody knows you. Everybody knows you here.

I meant to tell you from the beginning. You wouldn't listen.

You have been here before and you didn't tell me.

I'm going to the notary's office. Are you coming?

Why should I go? So that you can treat me like that?

Sandra, Sandra, a kiss...

- Hi, Sandra. - Hi.

Would you sign an autograph for us?

Thanks. Will you come visit us some day?

- Be nice, Sister. I came here to rest. - Thanks. Look!

Put yourself in his shoes.

Suppose you meet Robert Redford and he doesn't tell you anything.

Well, Robert Redford speaks English and maybe you'd realize,

but suppose it's our Luppi. No, Luppi is my age.

The kid from Titanic. You meet him and he doesn't tell you anything.

What's his name?

I told him I worked on TV, but he was talking about something else.

He didn't realize or he didn't want to.

Many people work on TV, but this kid is from the country.

Anyway, it's over now. It was good until he offended.

- Then what shall we do here? - I don't know. Take a walk, go back.

He's weird.

Miss Sandra, somebody for you.

What are you doing here?

Why didn't you tell me who you are?

Have you already signed?

No. They changed their mind.

They lost their downpayment but they didn't care.

- Who are they? - They're American.

They wanted to buy cheap land here and find oil.

Can I help you?

Aitor is waiting for me. He's the one who rents the ranch.

Would you like me to go with you?

Cleo...

We're not going back.

We're not going back.

I'll go with him to his field.

He invited me.

I don't know what time I'll be back. Bye.

We're going back.

- I got what you asked me for. - What did I ask?

Didn't you want to visit a winery?

Then I did one where I played a nun.

It was on in the evenings. It was called "The Mysterious Nun".

Did you watch it?

Don't worry. There was another one where I played a blind girl.

The male star was the surgeon, typical... And at the end...

- At the end what? - At the end what?

At the end what?

What? At the end he operated on me and I could see.

I became famous with that character.

You really don't know me?

My truck once overturned on this road.

It's a dangerous road.

I lit a cigarette and ended on a low shoulder.

I was 13.

Low shoulder?

Yes, low.

This way, please.

- Which way? - Waitresses, this way.

This way.

- No, but where's the winery? - Go change your clothes.

No, I...

Fuck!

Excuse me?

My van left.

Your van left.

- What am I gonna do now? - What are you gonna do...

Are you making fun of me?

And what did you come here for?

I came for a guided tour and it turned out to be a party.

And what do you do for a living?

Me? What do I do?

I'm an actress.

Hi, Carlitos.

I'll take the animals tomorrow.

Aitor.

Wait a minute.

This is for you.

I've always liked it.

My old man asked me to. He decided this a long time ago.

Cheers to the newly wed!

What are you gonna do?

About what?

About this house, everything.

I don't know. If I can't rent it everything will be complicated.

I would give it away. I don't want it anymore.

Why can't you keep it?

You're nuts. Come on.

Who told you to open it?

Go on, go on...

Those geese aren't mine, they're Aitor's.

No, they're free.

Let's go for a walk.

Tell me something.

Like what?

I don't know. Anything. Something from your childhood.

Look...

That

is where my brother was shot.

It was an accident. They had been hunting and were cleaning the rifles.

His name was Cesarito, he was 14.

My mom went crazy.

Dad didn't know what to do,

how to comfort her.

We left overnight, as if we had all died.

I don't know what's wrong with the truck.

Wait.

I'm sorry. I thought it'd be good for you to stay here.

You think you have a right to everything.

You're right. I have no rights.

Next week I have to go to Miami.

Anyway, your face has changed since we got here.

Those little horses...

When I was a child, I used to play with them.

I hadn't seen them in a long time.

Do you like this music?

It's what my grandpa used to listen to.

Do you wanna know what it says?

"On this rough land...

my mother gave me life.

And the land didn't give me the woman I love.

I'm going to the garden.

My beloved one is there

among birds who sing so beautifully.

All my love

calls her from my heart.

Calls her

like the birds who sing so beautifully.

Calls her like the birds who sing so beautifully.

On this rough land where I was born. "

Nice, isn't it?

They were two cousins, Pocho and Toto.

Pocho was a saint, Toto, a bastard.

Pocho studied to be a lathe operator and works very hard.

Toto does odd jobs, he's so lazy. Pocho bought a motor bike,

Toto doesn't even have money to buy condoms.

- Don't tell me, you chose Toto. - And I'm 3 months pregnant.

If you let him beat you now, you'll end up in hospital.

You have to do something!

That's easy to say, but when Toto gets mad...

I'm not saying it's easy but you can't let him beat you.

Look at your face. He could hurt the baby...

- What should I do? - What should I do?

Pay attention. You have to tell him...

Toto!

Toto!

Yes, what is it?

Do you know what the police do te men who beat women?

No.

I'm a doctor.

I got my degree many years ago, in Cordoba.

That's where I met the owner of this house.

He came to the mountains, and so did I.

He burned his bridges and so did I.

He got married but was never happy. Me neither.

Actually, I'm not being fair. I shouldn't be talking like that.

I realized I hadn't been happy when I got the chance to be happy.

You're surprised, aren't you?

I made you think.

Don't worry.

My dad used to tell me to think more often.

"Think", he said, "use your head, think of what you want. "

But I was always busy and I didn't pay attention to him.

I never thought what I wanted to do

or what I felt.

No, no...

It all started four years ago, in New York.

I had been married for many years.

My wife, Carmen, had always been sick.

Then I met Viviana at a medical conference.

She was married

and she was working as a translator.

It was love at first sight

and we lived ten days full of intensity and anxiety.

We didn't know we would see each other two more times.

I sent Viviana a plane ticket to New York

to see her.

We had a date at the same hotel and room we had the first time.

When the day arrived,

I said goodbye to Carmen and told her I was going to another congress.

And I left.

I went to the airport and I sat at the departure lounge

to wait for my flight to New York to be announced.

I listened to each of the five announcements,

until they finally called me personally.

When the plane took off,

I went home and had dinner with Carmen, as usual.

I never knew if she had guessed it.

Some months later, my wife died in her sleep,

without suffering more than having to deal

with her secrets and mine.

After a year

I couldn't help myself, picked up the phone

and called Viviana, but the number was no longer hers.

Things were like that and ended like that.

At least I was with Carmen and accompanied her until the end

in those painful critical moments

of suspecting compassion.

I'm sorry, but

did you love your wife or the other one?

Love?

I did what was expected of me. I have a clean conscience.

I don't know if I did what was right or what was wrong.

I will go on living with that doubt.

What about you?

What about me?

Are you married?

Your husband is lucky.

Do you think so?

Yes, he's happy because I love him,

but I used to love him more.

I'll tell you something. I lied to you. I'm not an actress.

My dad was the director of the William Shakespeare

theater Company in Arroyo Seco, where I was born.

I remember some excerpts from plays by heart. Little texts.

For instance:

"Terrible things happen in life. I don't know...

As if they were the wrath of God, as if before them

everything one has suffered would get hold of your soul.

There are not many, but they exist. They open dark marks

in the rudest face and on the strongest back.

Maybe they are the horses of Attilas,

or the black heralds sent to us by Death.

Those bloody things hitting us are the crepitations

of some bread burning in an oven.

And man... poor, poor man

turns his eyes, as when somebody laps your shoulder;

he turns his crazy eyes

and everything he has lived gets hold of his soul,

like a guilt pond in his eyes.

Terrible things happen in life... I don't know. "

I said it!

Like a forest path

that disappears in the distance.

My life is fading away while I keep searching.

I've searched among the trees I've searched blindly.

I've been searching for a way out all my life

without realizing.

I've been searching for a way out, I've searched for my destiny.

I've searched blindly.

Dreaming of an open forest

and an immense sky that dazzies me.

Deep inside, a woman's waiting.

It's myself, a heart awaits.

It's my own heart and I'm filled with joy.

So full of joy.

So full of joy.

Oh, what a moment. Oh, what a moment

for my feelings to come out freely.

Oh, what a moment. Oh, what a moment

for my feelings to come out

freely.

Yes, Robert, yes.

And the kids?

Did the kids call?

No, I'm still here.

Yes.

Yes, Robert, I heard you. I heard what you said.

That everything will be like it was before.

Before when?

What are you doing, sweetie?

- What is it? - Nothing.

What are you going to do?

I'm going back.

I'm leavin for Buenos Aires in an hour.

And I think... I'm going back alone, right?

I would've liked you to be my mom.

- These are for your husband. - Thank you!

Bye.

You taught me a lot in these days.

- I don't like farewells. - Let's go.

Now I have three choices: do what I must do, do what I want

or do nothing and sit down to think.

Like a forest path

that disappears in the distance,

my life is fading away while I keep searching.

I've searched among the trees, I've searched blindly.

I've been searching for a way out all my life

without realizing.

I've been searching for a way out my destiny... I've searched blindly

Dreaming of an open forest and an immense sky that dazzies me.

Deep inside, another woman's waiting.

It's myself, a heart awaits.

It's my own heart and I'm filled with joy.

So full of joy. So full of joy.

Oh, what a moment. Oh, what a moment

for my feelings to come out freely.

Oh, what a moment. Oh, what a moment

for my feelings to come out freely.

I've been searching for a way out

withing my soul I've searched blindly.

I want life to knock me off my feet.

I've searched among the trees I've searched blindly.

I've been searching for a way out all my life

without realizing.

So full of joy. So full of joy.

Oh, what a moment. Oh, what a moment

for my feelings to come out freely.

Oh, what a moment. Oh, what a moment

for my feelings to come out freely.

So full of joy. So full of joy.

Oh, what a moment. Oh, what a moment

for my feelings to come out freely.

So full of joy. So full of joy.

Oh, what a moment. Oh, what a moment

for my feelings to come out

freely.