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There is something disturbing about any metamorphosis.

Especially when it means decadence,

deterioration,

the inexorable process

that someone defined as

a "derogatory transformation of tissue".

Aging.

Let's see.

Due to dehydration and the loss of elasticity

in the underlying dermal tissue,

the skin becomes wrinkled.

The hair thins and whitens.

The capillary bulb loses pigment

The gums pull back

and the teeth weaken and fall out.

The loss of the teeth

causes the shrinking of the lower part of the face.

The nose lengthens and draws towards the chin

due to the atrophy of elastic tissue.

The proliferation of skin produces a fattening of the eyelids

and pouches form under the eyes.

The upper lip becomes thinner.

The ear lobe

grows.

Etc...

etc...

etc.

Right, then...

ls there anyone here who does not feel...

or understand the temptation to put a stop to this catastrophe?

Because, that's what we're about.

We are

surgeons of catastrophe.

It's no coincidence that in this day and age,

ruled by the cult of image, so much store is set by plastic surgery.

Some of my colleagues may say

that a person is as old as his arteries.

But...

who ever sees the arteries?

HEART LIFT

A call from Buenos Aires.

Hello?

This is Barbara Souza, your assistant for the Buenos Aires congress.

Very well, Barbara.

- ls the Congress on then? - Of course.

Then e-mail me the schedule.

Yes, H! send it off

Thanks, Barbara. Have a nice day.

Good bye, doctor.

Barbara. Nice name for a nice problem.

My gallivanting days are over, Elisa. It's just too much hassle.

- I'm fine howl am. - We're really busy,

there have been kidnappings in Buenos Aires, and you're still going?

I said I would.

Cristina called. Don't be late. She has a surprise for you.

Have I forgotten someone's birthday or an anniversary?

I don't think so. But do I know everything about your life?

More than I'd like.

See you tomorrow.

Hang on, you're a mess.

Right, that's better.

Take care, you'll crash that thing one day.

I'm on top of it.

What's all this? What are we celebrating?

Your grandson. Or granddaughter.

- Yes, Dad, I'm pregnant. - Silly!

- My little Laura. - She called this afternoon.

You should've seen us, crying like babies.

Aren't you thrilled?

Antonio.

Cristina.

What?

What if we have another child?

What?

- Are you crazy? - Why?

And go through all that again?

Besides, if we can be young grandparents,

why be old parents?

Old? Me?

- Come on. - Old? Me?

- You're as young as ever. - You'll see how old I am.

No, please! Antonio!

I'd much rather stay.

Come on, it's only a week.

If I'm kidnapped, keep calm. The embassy will see to it.

Just bring me lots of presents.

- Such as? - Any old thing.

Maybe... A cow?

Fed on sugar, for meat and condensed milk in one.

What a drag. What if I just don't go?

Don't be childish. You promised, so you have to go.

Nothing will happen to you.

I'll miss you.

Come on now.

- Off you go! - Alright.

Your attention, please.

We will shortly be commencing our descent to Buenos Aires,

Fasten your seat belts and place your seat in the upright position.

- You must be Barbara Souza. - No. Delia Hernandez,

Barbara's replacement.

I'll be your assistant here in Buenos Aires. Welcome.

Pleased to meet you.

Barbara went into labor earlier than expected.

She had a boy. They're both fine.

These are your details for the next few days.

- My lecture's confirmed? - Yes, the day after tomorrow.

- Are you a medical student? - No, an architect.

Interior design...

and window design. I mean window dressing.

Yes, I understand.

As Borges said, language is the only thing

that separates Argentineans and Spaniards.

When Barbara asked me to replace her

as your assistant, I read up a bit.

I find your work fascinating.

Is that so?

Too many women like you

and I'd never make a living.

Thanks.

Here you are, sir.

Bye.

Doctor, your presentation is tomorrow.

I'll pick you up around 9, okay?

Fine.

Here's my number.

Anything you need, call me.

Thank you, Delia. See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow, Doctor. Sleep well.

To enter fully

into the ethical aspect of our profession

we need to picture ourselves at the junction

between the motivations of the patient

and our own subconscious fantasies of power.

That's better.

After all,

it is through us that the patient negotiates with time,

that is, expresses his or her desire for perfection,

which naturally includes immortality.

We must also be able to grasp

the weight of mass culture on social perceptions,

through the imposition of ideals of beauty and health.

Is that desire spontaneous, or induced by how others view us?

They may seem removed from our daily pursuits,

but like our patients,

we're affected by tendencies which, on an increasingly global scale,

determine conduct and desires

directly linked to this field. Thank you very much.

Antonio!

Doctor Koretzki!

You must be operating on yourself. You look younger every day.

Hi there, Delia.

This man makes the best tits in Spain.

- Here we go again. - Dr. Ruiz, Dr. Supital.

- An excellent paper. Congratulations. - Thank you.

I've been repeating the same shit for years.

But they keep inviting me me to enjoy the delights of Buenos Aires.

I've suddenly realized my profession bores me.

My boring life as a plastic surgeon. That's it.

No more plastic surgery for me. Good-bye, Doctor Ruiz.

Good God!

I'm catching this country's general disorder syndrome.

It must be contagious.

Yes.

If you weren't a plastic surgeon, what would you be, Doctor?

Can I ask you a favour?

Sure.

Stop calling me "doctor". Just Antonio.

Keep it for the congress.

- Drop the formalities. - Okay, Doctor Antonio.

If you weren't a plastic surgeon, what would you like to be?

- I'd have liked to be a tango dancer. - A tango dancer?

Why "would have"? You still can be.

You're so scandalously young!

Do you really think that at my age I can learn to tango?

Of course.

It's time you got started.

You can take a nice surprise back to your wife in Spain.

What a way to dance!

If I could tango like that...

I'd be a gigolo.

A what?

I'd live off women.

What's the word here?

"Fiolo."

Or "cafishio."

- Cafishio. - Cafishio.

What a beautiful word.

Are any special clothes

required to tango?

No, but when we come here,

we shed our everyday clothes and wear what we choose.

I prefer to dance in my perdition clothes.

Perdition clothes?

Would you take my measurements?

Shall we dance?

Time to get started, Antonio.

Leave the bored plastic surgeon on that chair and come with me.

Shall we?

Whatever you say.

No, I'll be the man at first. Just let yourself go.

If I do, goodness knows how this will end, honey.

Relax, Antonio. You are Ms. Doctor Ruiz now.

Don't look at my feet. Look at my eyes.

[Tn] to shift the body weight along with mine.

That'll do, eh?

I want to be a man again.

I've learn more than I need to as a woman.

Where are we heading?

I'll drop you at your hotel, then go to my house.

No way. We'll drop you off first, then go on to my hotel.

What's your address?

Humberto Primo and Tacuari, then go along El Bajo.

Then take the gentleman to Madero Hotel.

Fine.

Are you Spanish?

Depends on the passenger. I can be Spanish, French, American, German...

I'm studying Japanese now.

You speak all those languages?

If you want to be in tourism you've got to know languages.

You're in tourism?

I drive a cab, don't I?

No doubt about that.

Actually, I learn French

in order to read Camus and Baudelaire without middlemen.

And I learn German

because Schopenhauer is my favourite philosopher.

You went to university?

Sure, I've got a degree in Humanities.

In this country whiz kids grow on trees.

I had a great time.

Goodnight, Doctor.

- See you tomorrow. - See you tomorrow.

- Antonio... - Yes?

I'd like you to come for a goodbye dinner, if you dare. I'll cook.

Of course.

Of course.

Sorry.

I'm the one that's sorry.

- For whom? - I mean...

With all...

due respect, I feel sorry for you.

- Why? - Because you're lost.

Lost? Me? No way.

We're going to Madero Hotel, Puerto Madero.

No, I don't mean

geographically lost.

You're lost as a man.

You're falling in love

like a horse. It happens.

I've no idea how horses fall in love.

I guess being from La Pampa, you know about such things.

What makes you say I'm falling in love?

I saw it in your face when you got in.

It must be your eyes.

That dumb look

in your eyes.

"Dumb"?

Actually, a man's face

when he's in love

is that of a numbskull.

A numbskull?

He's happy, but doesn't know what's going to happen.

He has the face of a numbskull.

His skull is numbed by the situation.

I can spot one straight off.

A man in love. A smitten male.

I'm never wrong.

Hi, sweetie.

Yes, I'm fine.

No, I'm calling now because I can't sleep.

No, no kidnap attempts so far.

How's our little Laura?

I don't know. The day after tomorrow.

Big kiss, my love.

- Yes? - Antonio.

- Hi. - Hi.

- How are you? - How are you?

Oh, thanks. Come in.

I invited Ezequiel. I want you to meet him.

He's your boyfriend?

Well, more than that.

He's my confidant.

Are you going to marry him?

Not for the moment.

I'm not ready for that yet. We're fine as we are.

He in his house, me in mine.

Your father?

That's Ezequiel.

- You love him a lot. - Does it show?

Yes, I adore him.

Is he a landowner?

No, a lawyer. But his family have land.

Shit...

And good-looking too. Some guys have got it all.

It's late.

How odd. Ezequiel's not usually late.

What could've happened?

Ezequiel, where are you? We 're waiting for you.

Dinner's ready and Dr. Ruiz is starving.

No.

He isn't in. He must've gone out.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Deli, I'm sorry, I should've told you earlier,

but I wasn't sure I could make it.

Why?

I could make up an excuse,

but the truth is I don't feel like it.

I'm in no mood to liven up a soiree for some Spanish plastic surgeon.

- Can you forgive me? - Yes, of course.

See you tomorrow.

You're neglecting your queen, Dad.

She's a smart lady. She can take care of herself.

Am I the woman again?

No, now you're the man.

So, ask me to dance.

Like to dance?

No, that's too Spanish. Gesture with your head.

Now, lead me.

Lead me.

You're a fast learner, Doctor.

I'd better go.

Reception.

Good evening.

I'd like to change my return date.

For as soon as possible.

Hello, my love.

Sorry about the time. It's late, isn't it?

Were you awake?

No, nothing's wrong.

I've just had dinner with some colleagues and...

I forgot about the time difference.

No, it's just that here,

it's really awful, very dangerous.

Tony.

Antonio.

What?

Be careful.

Don't fuck me around. Careful with what?

You look "numbskulled".

Be careful, girl.

No, it's nothing.

You can't lie to me.

You're in deep shit.

- Who is it? - Delia.

Who are you looking for?

You. Are you Dr. Antonio Ruiz?

Yes. Who are you?

Delia. Delia Hernandez.

Look what plastic surgery did to me.

But I'm sure you can fix it.

You can triumph over time, right?

Shit!

Could you get me my bill and a cab for the airport?

- When do you have to be there? - Now.

Traffic's stopped on the freeway. Picket lines.

What the hell are "picket lines"?

I got you a special cab.

- I need your luggage. - Well, take it then.

Please. I'll miss my flight.

- When do you have to be there? - I should be there already.

I've lost my passport.

It's not in your briefcase?

Take your time. There's still time.

The flight's delayed due to the incidents.

It's back at the hotel.

I put it on the bedside table while I was getting dressed.

At the airport? What are you doing there?

I meant to call you and explain,

but the lines are bad.

I must get back to Seville, for an urgent operation.

Yeah, sure. I understand.

And on top of all that...

I forgot my passport.

Where did you leave it?

I don't believe it.

I'll bring it to you.

Thanks a lot, Delia.

What a jerk you are.

A jerk!

"The Art of Flight", by Dr. Antonio Ruiz.

The ever prudent Dr. Ruiz

and the quite imprudent Miss Delia.

The pickets, honey, the pickets.

What's that?

Kind of like local revolutionaries,

like those who kicked us out centuries ago.

No, there's no problem, I'm safe.

Yes, yes.

I've got a place to stay just in case.

Please, as fast as you can. To Ezeiza.

The road's jammed. We'll see what we can do.

- Fine. As far as you can go. - When's your flight?

It's not mine. A friend forgot his passport.

- I'm taking it to him. - Buenos Aires is nice, huh?

Sure, that's why I live here.

No, I mean for your friend. Now he can stay a bit longer.

You don't seem too worried about your friend missing his flight.

What? Of course I'm worried.

I can see that.

Hi there, Mr. "Miss-Your-Flight".

Can I have my passport?

People who miss flights don't need passports.

They never get the chance to use them.

My dear,

you don't know what might happen if you don't give me my passport.

Do I have to take it off you?

They'd warned me about the perils of Buenos Aires,

but not about this kind.

What was that you did to me last night?

A "swing-down".

That's what it's called, a "swing-down".

Where did you learn it?

In Cuba.

From a black girl at a congress in Havana.

Antonio.

Why were you running away?

Leaving like that without saying goodbye.

Well, lam leaving now.

And I want to let you know.

Delia, my love, call me.

There's a terrific concert this Friday and I'd love us to go.

I hope you got rid of that boring Spaniard. Kisses

Delia, Dr. Koretzki here. I left messages for Dr. Ruiz.

He left the congress and hasn't been to the hotel in two days.

Please call me or someone from the congress. Thanks.

- Hello, son. - Hi there, Ruiz.

- What a surprise! - Surprise?

We didn't know if you were back today.

Or if you were coming back at all.

I didn't schedule any operations.

Cristina was worried sick.

Now tell me where the hell you were.

What did you tell Cristina?

Nothing yet. I haven't seen her.

What are you going to tell her?

She was so worried she almost flew to Buenos Aires.

I don't know. Help me think of something.

Hi, Curro.

I had to hide in a colleague's house.

And couldn't get out for a few days.

I believe the "couldn't-get-out" part.

It's not safe...

the robberies, kidnappings...

In South America you never know.

Tell her with all the dangers in South America,

- your pressure went up. - That sounds good.

And I had to have a check-up.

They told me not to travel for a few days.

It was beyond your control.

- Force majeure. - That's it.

She's going to feel bad about thinking it was something else.

You bastard!

I had to walk to the airport with my luggage, along the freeway.

- Can you imagine? - You don't need this.

From now on, you'll only go to congresses

in New York and Paris.

So you missed the flight. And then?

The plot began to thicken. You can imagine.

My pressure skyrocketed.

I rushed to a clinic, for a check-up.

But it was nothing, nothing.

It must've been my foul mood at missing my flight.

Then?

After that, I was told not to travel for a few days.

To be on the safe side.

And as a precaution,

I was told to do nothing strenuous.

Whisky, yes.

As for women, it depends.

What do you mean "it depends"?

They also said no stress.

When's Laura back?

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IT'S THE SAME FOR MEN

- Laura. - Hi, Mum.

- Bloody hell! - Carmen, say hello to grandpa.

Am I fat?

And unattractive? Getting old?

Oh, Mum.

Watch it, you're treading on your self-esteem.

Your dad doesn't love me any more.

- What on earth are you saying? - I'm telling you.

He's in the clouds.

He won't let me near him, let alone touch him.

He's so strange.

- Is it another woman? - I don't know, but...

since his trip to Argentina, it's like he never came back.

What about you?

What's wrong with you?

My mother's not the kind to give up without a fight.

What can I do?

I don't know what's wrong. He won't talk to me.

- What can I do? - There's loads you can do.

Something will work.

If it doesn't, at least you'd have tried.

What kind of thing?

You should do what we in advertising call a "re-launch".

I'm no miracle spaghetti.

Maybe, but packaging is important.

New hairdo, new clothes.

Shorter skirts to show off those cute legs of yours.

I know of an Argentinean marriage counselor.

Good God, no!

They can't even handle their own problems!

Mum, you've got to get Dad to notice you.

Go mad, turn up the heat.

Make him want to feel you up.

He's your father. A little respect.

Very well then. We can begin the treatment.

See you in my office, Mrs. Gonzalez.

Antonio, this came for you.

"Come here, my little one."

"You were born to tango, Antonio."

Happy new year, everyone!

Happy new year!

Antonio, please!

Happy ?ew year.

Sweetie, I'm so thrilled. Excuse me.

Come here, honey.

- Little angel. - Happy new year.

Gently, don't squeeze too tight.

Hello.

Happy ?ew year.

It's not new year for you yet.

No. A couple of hours difference makes you a year older.

Imagine, if you came here you'd age a year.

But if I went down south, I'd be a year younger.

Can you imagine?

Then come down south.

How have you started the year?

Smelling of cupboard freshener.

I slipped into a wardrobe to talk to you.

Where are you?

Who are you with?

I'm at Ezequiel's, with him, his daughter and a few friends.

I've sneaked into the bathroom and run the taps to call you.

I'd love to start the year with you.

'Nan

Yes?

You what'?

I don't know. I'm so confused.

I shouldn't say this.

I don't wish to complicate your life,

but! want you to be with me.

I am with you, my love, even if you can't see me.

{miss you so much

Come down south.

I've got no one to play with.

IF YOU'RE NOT COMING BACK, CALL ME

AND TAP THREE TIMES, I'LL UNDERSTAND.

RECEIVE

YOU TAPPED FOUR TIMES. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

IT MEANS MY SOUL HAS ALREADY FLOWN SOUTH.

MY BODY WILL JOIN IT IN A FEW DAYS.

MEANWHILE, PLEASE KEEP MY SOUL IN A SAFE PLACE.

Another congress?

The first congress of Third World plastic surgeons.

I'm going with you.

No way!

You can't! Argentina's very dangerous.

Perhaps, but if you're going, so am I.

It's my job.

Besides, I'm a man.

I made an appointment with a marriage counselor.

We could do with one, right?

A marriage counselor?

- You mean a priest. - You know what I mean.

A psychologist. Do you think things are okay between us?

I think we need help.

Yes, I suppose so.

Alright then.

The appointment is in ten days.

[Fine. I'll tn] to get back in time.

Besides the congress,

I've been invited to talk at a university

in the interior of Argentina.

Antonio,

go fuck yourself.

Cristina, don't be like that!

Taxi, sir?

No, no, thanks.

Down this way again, eh?

A rolling stone gathers no moss.

- Are you back because of a woman? - Are you kidding?

I came back to listen to you.

The last time I saw you,

you were about to make the mistake of falling in love.

I'm only saying so for your own good.

Everyone's free to stick his dick where he likes.

- Yes? - Good afternoon.

Ls the soul of Antonio Ruiz here?

This is his body. It's come for his soul.

Come on up.

No, it's not the first time we've had problems,

but we always talked and sorted things out.

- Until now. - Yes.

We needed a helping hand.

A kind of referee, you know?

So we decided to come to you.

'We"? Who's we, Cristina?

I only see one person, unless of course you're using

the royal we, like the Pope.

My husband's at a congress in Argentina and he can't be here.

The excuse seems fine to me. What about you?

It's true. He should be here. He's left me here all alone.

And now I feel so stupid. I'm an idiot.

How can I start marriage therapy by myself?

That's true.

But you're not alone.

I'm with you now.

There must be a reason

you didn't cancel the appointment, right?

What are you getting at?

Perhaps you want to start seeing yourself

BS 3 person,

and not just one half of a marriage.

Me?

Yes, you.

I chose to believe him, you know?

It's a lot more comfortable.

If you stop believing, you've two jobs.

First, to know if he's telling you the truth.

Then, if it isn't the truth, why he'd be lying.

So you believe he's at a congress in Buenos Aires.

No.

- What? - Let's go to a friend of mine's bar.

You have to endure his piano-playing, but he's got great wines.

I'll go wherever you like.

But hold my hand, or I might float away.

- Do you like tango, Antonio? - Of course.

My husband's cheating on me.

With a younger woman.

He's cheating himself with a younger woman.

What's that all about?

The seconds it takes the skin to regain its original position

represent years of life.

With a young person, the test cannot be performed,

because the skin doesn't budge.

The skin of an old person

takes seconds to get back to its original place and form.

What about mine?

It takes 20 years less than mine.

"We only begin to understand late in life

that life is serious.

In the flush of youth, I resolved to take on life,

I wished to leave my mark,

to take my final bow amidst great applause.

Aging,

dying,

were but elements of theater.

But time has gone by

and the truth now rears its ugly head:

Ageing

and dying

are the only authentic storyline."

What was that?

Jaime Gil DE Biedma.

A Spanish poet.

Under this cloud, millions may be yearning for a story like this.

So don't whine, Antonio.

One must be thankful for life.

Hi, honey.

- Nice day, isn't it? - Very nice.

- I wasn't expecting you today. - Didn't Elisa tell you?

Probably, but I forgot.

Everything alright?

Yes, fine.

I made lots of contacts. Interesting people.

That's what congresses are for.

I can imagine. Tell me all about it later.

I'm in a hurry, and you must be exhausted.

- See you. - You're going out?

Who said you could leave?

Alejandro,

I'm bored with all this therapy.

Why can't we befriends?

It's not that easy, Cristina.

It would pose an ethical problem for me,

if you know what I mean.

No.

As your psychologist, I can't be your friend.

Freud is everywhere, and things like this drive him nuts.

It's not that simple.

I'd have to give it some thought, some really serious thought.

Will five minutes be long enough?

Listen, I'll walk out the door,

and when I come back, I hope I find a friend standing here.

Five minutes.

- Who are you looking for? - My friend Alejandro.

Bloody hell,

how lonely the last leg can be, eh?

Where's your mother?

If you don't know...

I didn't stop loving you

I love you very much.

I just...

fell in love with another man.

Do you understand?

What does "understand" mean?

Are you asking me if I mind?

I don't know.

I don't know. I'm sorry.

I'm in an awful mess.

I never thought this would happen.

I don't know what's happening to me.

I really don't know what it is.

Or if it will last.

All I know is that

I'm going to follow what I feel.

I don't want to hide anything from you.

I love your honesty.

I'm going to miss it.

Love is patient.

Passion is impatient.

Why does this have to happen to me?

Why me?

I didn't say anything.

Where to?

To Seville.

To hell!

Did that bastard get you pregnant?

I'll always remember you, Ricardo.

You, ?00,

of all my mates from school.

We had such great times.

You were always there.

Sometimes, just sitting there.

I loved seeing you sitting there.

Whenever! passed by, you were always there.

Right there.

I'd stop and ask how you were doing.

"Fine, " you'd always say.

Then I'd ask you to come have some pizza with me.

Pizza with me.

Pizza with me.

Wiith lots of mozzarella, or whatever you wanted,

'cause I'm never

afraid to ask,

to ask for pizza.

I order any kind of pizza.

Anchovies, mozzarella,

spring special, four seasons,

pineapple, sweet potato...

Cris.

You're very quiet.

Leave me alone, I'm reading.

I'm not preventing you from reading.

I'm just looking at you.

I've been looking at you these last few days.

It's like the first time.

You don't say. And what do you see?

Well,

I don't quite understand what I see

but you're very cute.

Compared to who?

- May I help you? - I'd like to see Dr Ruiz.

Might I ask what about?

I'd like to improve my appearance.

What aspects of your appearance?

My melancholy.

My breasts are sad.

You must be Elisa.

Antonio talked a lot about you.

I'm Delia.

Delia? From Buenos Aires?

Lord have mercy.

- Yes? - Antonio. Miss Delia.

- Which line? - The line of fire. She's here.

By the way, she's very young.

You're not going to believe this,

but I took a cab in Buenos Aires

and said to the driver "To Seville, to Dr Ruiz's clinic".

"Sure," he said.

'What route do I take?"

I said, "Well, Arrecife,

then turn at the Canary Islands, and I'll tell you from there on".

And this is where I ended up.

Listen, Elisa.

Dr. Jimenez DE Palo Alto is in town.

I've got to go with him to Granada.

So you're off to Granada. How romantic!

I'd like to run off to Hong Kong!

She came 8,000 miles to see me.

Yes, and her breasts are sad.

Put my whole schedule back to next week.

Cover me.

Well, I never.

The hotel is delightful. Let's stay in Seville, Antonio.

As you wish, baby, but if I get caught, I'm dead.

Antonio, the food!

Good afternoon.

Is it a bad thing?

What?

That I came.

I must admit you surprised me.

But...

for God's sake...

How can it be a bad thing?

- Welcome. - Good evening.

We booked a table. Fidalgo. Is it ready?

- Yes. This way, please. - Thanks.

Thanks.

You're gorgeous, beautiful.

I feel gorgeous and beautiful.

Can I tell you something? You're not bad either.

I've a feeling it's going to be a wonderful night.

I haven't felt so happy and relaxed in ages.

- Alejandro, it's him. Don't look. - Who?

Don't look! My husband, with his lover.

And she's much younger than in the photo.

Look at that idiot laugh.

Laughing and laughing.

I'll kill him with this fish knife!

No, please. I faint at the sight of blood.

That's why I'm a psychoanalyst not a doctor. Calm down.

Breathe deeply.

That bastard, that motherfucker!

Calm...

What a swine! He didn't even have the decency

to take her out of Seville.

Right in front my nose!

Does he take me for some silly cow?

I'll crush his balls! Crush them!

Please, Cristina, wisdom and serenity,

or it will have been a waste of effort.

I want to stuff him into a garbage bin.

He's the waste of effort!

- Please, please. - Calm.

That's it.

I feel better now.

What are you doing? Cristina, where are you going?

Good God, no.

- Please, can you help me? - Sorry?

How shall I put this? My husband just walked in,

and if he sees me here with another man

he's might do something crazy.

I thought, since you're with someone,

if you could take me to your table

and we pretend I'm with the two of you...

a dinner among friends is easier to explain. Help me, please.

Okay, fine.

Relax. Fix yourself up.

Thanks.

What's your name?

Cristina.

- Are you Argentinean? - Yes.

Relax, Cristina. I won't allow any crime of passion tonight.

Are you sure?

We've got a real adventure tonight.

We're protecting a defenseless woman from her husband.

She's going to sit with us.

But I'll let her explain.

Delia, you're so naive...

Are you alright? What's wrong?

Take it easy.

- You must forgive him. - Don't worry, I understand.

He has a phobia of the unexpected. Forgive him. What's the matter?

Sit down.

Okay, but...

We have to help Cristina.

Oh God, he's coming.

- Let's make believe. - Who's that guy?

Alejandro. And he's very dangerous.

Let's pretend we're old friends.

What nonsense is this?

Who are you to demand explanations?

Same to you!

God, what a soap opera.

Yes, and the best is yet to come.

Alright, alright.

Let's all calm down.

Let's have some wine

and discuss things.

Send the orders for tables 2 and 9 to table 15.

Yes, sir.

- Ma'am... - Thanks.

- Are you comfortable? - Alejandro, please.

Hang on, hang on.

Delia, please, you sit here.

Thank you.

I'd like to toast to an unforgettable night.

I'd like to toast to the strength of love.

I toast to truth,

which always triumphs.

I toast for...

not crying.

Cava, Extra Brut, for table 15, and we can all go off to bed.

Now that we're all friends, why don't we go dancing?

Antonio's a great tango dancer.

You tell them, Antonio.

I can't.

I've got to get up early tomorrow, to go flat hunting.

- You're moving in together? - No.

A flat for me.

I'm going to live on my own.

Great, Cristina.

That's just great.

Alejandro, I'm really sorry.

Don't be. I'm really happy for her.

This is just too much.

That's enough fun and games!

For me at any rate!

We came so close to a crime of passion.

Cristina was a bit over the top.

Alejandro's not the violent type.

Cristina is my wife.

I don't know if she followed us or just bumped into us.

But she's my wife, and she took the mickey out of us all night.

I can't believe it.

She is...

- Which means that I am... - Yes, my doll.

You are, each one of you,

"the other woman". Get it now?

She's certainly got balls.

I like her.

Not everyone could can deal with a scandal with such elegance

Elegance?

I feel like a bull's gored me.

As you say down in Argentina.

And she's going to live on her own.

Which means she's leaving you.

That means that...

I don't want to think about it. Not tonight.

I've got a headache tonight.

You'll never leave her.

I realize that now.

Baby-"

What makes you say that?

I shouldn't have come.

I don't know why I came.

Well, yes I do.

I came to get you.

I can't stay there waiting for

the man I love.

I want to have a child,

like any woman.

And that's not possible with the father 8,000 miles away.

It's not easy for me, baby.

I need time.

This is the last goodbye, Antonio.

I don't want any more goodbyes.

Hi, Mum.

I've missed you all as well.

You don't seem very down.

Is anything wrong with that?

Living alone is a human right.

Your time will come too.

You bet.

How's your dad?

I don't see much of him,

but I reckon he's lost it. He talks to himself.

He's in a bad way.

What happened between you two?

Time happened, my dear Ramiro

and there's nothing you can do.

But you'll go back to him.

You don't plan on living like this?

Why not?

You don't like it?

No, the place is fucking great, but...

I prefer our house.

Nice and big, that's what you need.

Oh, my boy...

Hello.

Are you tired?

- Well, well! - Hi.

- Hi there, Antonio. - Hi.

How are you?

How's it going, lad?

- How are you? - Hi.

My little angel.

From your greatest admirer.

Thanks so much.

It's lovely!

- Like it? - Yes, very much.

It's lovely.

Good Lord, my baby.

I'm so happy I can even forgive you

for making me a granddad.

Where's my granddaughter? I want to meet her!

I can't see her till the pediatrician does.

- But you can. - I can?

Of course. Mum'll take you. Right, Mum?

Of course.

It's incredible.

She's wonderful.

Something seems determined to keep us together

even though we're physically apart.

Cut out the clever sayings, you end up believing them.

It's about their lives now.

What about our lives?

Mine's fine, thank you.

I don't know about yours.

Cristina...

Cristina, I...

I think we should...

I don't know, I think we could...

Well, I mean...

- What? - What I want is...

You actually know what you want.

Congratulations.

- That's a big step. - Don't be so unforgiving.

- We've got to talk. - Talk?

I still haven't quite curbed my urge to kill you.

Talk. About what?

I want to get married again.

You can't imagine how much I hate you.

I've hated myself for doing this to you.

I imagine you've suffered like never before.

You know me better than anybody.

I might have been immature, but I'm no swine.

That's enough.

Life is too short to be so dramatic.

You want to get married? Great!

Get your lawyer friend to prepare the divorce papers.

I don't give a shit what you do to some woman I don't even know.

If it's your little Argentinean doll though,

I don't think she's the woman for you.

It's not "my Argentinean doll".

It isn't?

Poor girl. She seemed so mad about you.

See what a bastard you are?

You bring her all the way from Argentina and...

Who is it then?

If you shut up for a second, I'll tell you.

Fine. I'll shut up.

I want to start over again with you.

This is too much.

God, I'm trapped with a psychopath.

Help! Help me!

I miss you.

I want you at home.

With me.

Why?

Life is shit without you

I want you back.

I want our family together again.

I'm not the same person.

I'm not your doormat.

It'll be different this time.

Delia, do you wish to take Ezequiel as your husband,

and promise to be faithful to him,

for richer and for poorer,

in sickness and in health,

to love and respect him for the rest of your life?

Grandpa.

Grandpa.

Grandpa!

Look, there's Grandpa.

Let's see. Your father was always hopeless with babies.

Hi there, my little angel.

Antonio.