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- Rosa, Ana. - Yes, ma'am?

Get rid of that. And take that outside.

Put all of it in the cellar please.

Madam, here's the inventory.

Thanks.

Teresa! What's the matter!

...sitting in his chair... ... waiting for me...

Teresa. Where are you going?

Got to be very careful...

Wait for me.

Daddy loves me. I haven't done anything wrong.

Daddy, I don't want to go with him.

I want to stay with you, with mama, with everyone.

Daddy. I don't want to go with him, don't make me.

I don't want to!

Who don't you want to go with?

With Pedro.

Why?

I want to go to school.

I want to keep on going to school.

My books!

- Books? - My school books.

Where are they?

You'll hurt yourself. Be careful.

The sewing box!

My books. Where did I leave them?

Careful! You're barefoot.

The little table!

Nobody knows they're here.

And where's my uniform?

Oh, I know...

Silly me!

- Has anyone been to fix it yet? - No, sir, they'll come tomorrow.

Did you see? I still remember how.

Hello.

I got them up from the cellar.

What do you think?

You would have been better off selling your family's furniture yourself.

They'll be more trouble than they're worth.

Fine. If you don't like them I'll have them taken back down.

Or we could sell them.

We could even get a good price. There's still time, isn't there?

Maybe.

You haven't even bothered to look at the inventory.

My family had great stuff.

Look. 6 cases of Ch�teau d'Yquem.

10 cases of Ch�teau Lafite.

Dom Perignon champagne.

- Not bad. - It's fantastic!

Here.

You got up last night.

You must have had a nightmare.

I got up?

Last night. You were dreaming. You went down to the cellar.

- You don't remember any of it? - No.

- What did I do? - Oh, nothing special. Silly things.

You were looking for your books, your school uniform.

You wanted to go back to school. And you said you wanted to marry me.

How silly.

Yes.

Are you sure it wasn't you who was dreaming?

No, I never dream.

...tells of two of Jesus's miracles... the first of the girl from...

...and the healing of a woman with an issue of blood.

In each case the miracle...

Do you know what these are?

What?

My baby teeth!

Your baby teeth?

- Look. - Very nice.

Let's go to sleep.

Come to bed, woman. You can show me all those things tomorrow.

Don't have another nightmare.

Trust me, come to bed.

I'm coming.

Look, Pedro!

See you in the morning!

Pedro!

Here we go again...

Where are you?

In here?

No, you cheater! You saw me hide! It doesn't count.

- I didn't see you hide. - You did.

Come on woman, you'll catch cold. Come here.

Let's go to bed.

It doesn't count, you saw me.

I didn't see you Teresa, put this on.

Thanks, Robert!

Robert?

Do you want to see the book?

What book?

Come on.

It's kept in here.

Here it is.

Sit.

We have to be very careful.

If my parents find out they'll kill me.

Promise you won't tell anyone?

I promise.

Swear on your favourite thing?

I swear.

Ok.

That's me.

Which one are you Robert?

I'm this one.

Of course.

And now we close the book.

And they lived happily ever after.

Yes. Robert and Teresa lived happily ever after.

Let's put it back in its place, Robert.

Because children aren't supposed to see this book. It's forbidden.

Right.

- What shall we play now? - I don't know.

- Oh, you're more boring than- - Yes, Robert is very boring.

And now we're going back to bed.

You're tired.

- Did you say bed? - Yes.

Of course! In the big bed we can play Sleeping Beauty!

- Oh, we need a mattress. - A mattress?

Listen, there's one thing:

If you touch my legs I'm not playing.

Let me do it.

I'm going to look for sheets.

Poor Sleeping Beauty. She's entranced as if she were dead.

But one day the prince will come and wake her.

Ok, I'm dead now.

Respect death, Robert.

Close my eyes.

If you want to bring me back to life, you've got to kiss me.

You're silly Robert! A kiss on the lips.

A kiss like that won't wake me up.

Good morning Rosa. Is she up?

- Yes ma'am, she's having breakfast. - Thanks.

Aren't you dressed yet? We'll be late.

Oh, sorry Carmen, I've just got up.

I'm so jealous, you can get up whenever you want.

The kids always wake me at 8.

- Would you like a coffee ma'am? - No thanks Ana, I've had breakfast.

So who sent you these lovely roses?

Pedro.

Really? You're so lucky.

Juan buys me flowers once a year. When I have a baby!

I'll get dressed straight away.

Coming?

First they freeze you.

And when they find a cure for whatever killed you, they wake you up.

But there's a risk: nobody knows if freezing affects the brain cells.

The guy spent years recording tapes of his life, his experiences, thoughts...

so that when he wakes up, he can remember who he was.

Are you nearly ready Teresa?

I won't be a minute.

If they don't give us a good discount, I'm not buying anything.

You look beautiful.

- Me? - Yes.

I can't stand the way I look.

Do you remember that dress we bought together?

I've never even worn it.

- Not even once? - Never.

Be patient, you'll see.

Be patient, only a little longer.

So little.

Have you changed your perfume?

Yes, try it, it smells nice.

Yes, it is nice.

No wonder your husband sends you flowers.

What do you think?

Why have you done this?

Don't you like it?

Please, Teresa, it's not about whether I like it or not.

Just answer the question, why did you do this without asking me?

I wanted to surprise you.

Surprise me?

I'm used to my bed. I can't sleep here.

Listen, I'm very tired, I've had a hard day at the factory.

I come home looking for some peace and quiet, not to deal with... this.

Last night you slept well in this bed. You said it was wonderful.

And this morning you sent me flowers.

This is a perfectly nice house Teresa-

Did you ever think to ask if I liked it?

So it is about the house! Fine. Why didn't you say so before?

You've been living here 3, 4, 5 years, against your will, suffering?

And now let's get rid of it all.

Let's surround ourselves with all this rubbish. Yes, rubbish.

It smells rotten, rancid, dead.

You don't have to shout. I can hear you perfectly well.

I'm not shouting.

I know exactly what this is. I can never do anything to please you.

Everything I do is a complete disaster to you.

- But I can easily fix it. - Please...

- I can easily fix it. - Enough.

We'll throw it all out...

Listen to me. Calm down please, let me talk.

All day I'm working like a fool, thinking I can surprise you.

I even got you this.

Don't worry, it's ruined already.

Teresa, listen to me please.

If there's one thing I can't stand it's this emotional blackmail.

Listen: don't cry. I like the bedroom, the bed, the gift, I like it all.

But stop crying, I can't stand it, I just can't.

- You liked the gift? - Yes.

You haven't even seen it!

What is it?

- An ant farm. - Lovely...

Look, they're still alive. You put honey in here, and water in here.

You don't have to pretend you like it.

I'm not pretending. I like it!

Poor things! I wish they'd died in transit!

Why do you say that? I like it.

Leave me alone!

Do you want me to wake sir? It's 8:30.

No, I'll do it.

Wake up, it's 8:30.

Let me sleep.

You've got work.

I'm not going today, it doesn't matter, it's Saturday.

See you on Monday, sir.

What do you mean Monday?

Madam gave us time off this weekend.

What are you doing?

Making dinner, can't you see?

That's dinner?

- What do you want? - Coffee.

The coffee's there. Cups are up there.

And if you want a biscuit they're in that cupboard.

I want some toast. Why did you let the girls go?

Look Pedro, don't be a pain.

Why don't you have a biscuit?

They're in there.

I know where they are.

Was this thing in the cellar?

Take your cup and biscuit, and go, you're putting me on edge.

It's been years since I ate this well!

You should cook every night!

What for, if you never come home to eat?

You think it's worth going 20km for a lettuce leaf and an apple?

No!

Me neither!

This is really amazing.

- Pour me some more. - Do you want a bit more wine?

Just a little. A few drops.

- More, more, more! - No, that's too much for you.

More!

Ok. No! Ok then.

I'll have some more too, I like it. Fabulous.

How many calories do you think there are in a glass of red wine?

None!

A few more. But if we're going to drink it anyway, so...

- Cheers! - Cheers!

I don't want to get fat.

If I let myself go, in a couple of years you'll find me repulsive.

I don't care if you get fat.

Don't tell me you're on a diet.

Who said anything about a diet? Now sit down.

Let's see, how many years older than you am I?

If you're on a diet it's because you're vain!

Because you want to have the body of a 20-year-old boy.

Come on, it's true!

I'm going to do one thing: I'll finish off the rest of the wine...

and then I'll lie on that sofa for a whole year like a boa.

Sounds good to me!

The boa constrictor can spend whole weeks digesting each meal.

Now, should I have my head pointing north or south?

I think north is better.

Do you want some more wine?

Ok.

Teresa, open up!

Great. There goes our peace and quiet.

She's brought the whole gang.

- Shhh, don't answer it. - Quiet! We're not in.

What do you mean we're not in?

Today's my day off and I won't have anyone spoil it!

Sshhh.

Wait a moment.

Don't!

There's no-one here, mummy.

They've gone out. Kids, see if their car's in the garage.

The least they could do is warn us.

- Shall we go? - Yes, yes!

- Mummy! It's closed. - The other door too.

Give that to me.

I'm aching all over. My legs especially.

And these chairs are so uncomfortable...

Can't you stop smoking? You know I don't like it.

Teresa's having an affair.

The other day he sent her flowers. I saw the card with my own eyes.

You know what it said? It said 'Robert'.

What does that mean? It doesn't mean anything, it's probably just a friend.

Do you know what Teresa told me when I asked who the flowers were from?

She said it was her husband. Am I right?

She's a hypocrite.

I knew I could smell a rat.

It's someone from the factory, one of the bosses. For sure.

A young and beautiful woman, alone all day long.

- So you think that when a woman's alone... -No, not just that.

If you're right, it's Pedro's fault.

He's always wanted to keep his wife as a caged animal.

He's socially desperate.

To live like them, there are certain little things you have to do.

And if they don't want children, it's so much easier.

Everyone finds Teresa charming.

She smiles, flirts a bit, and her husband picks up the profits.

Even you, when you start talking!

It's normal. They're an overambitious couple.

Mummy, there's someone inside!

- Don't be silly. - It's true!

- I saw them walking past! - Go and play.

What if it were true that they're in there?

It's just the boy, he's always making things up.

Let's go, I don't know what we're doing here.

Juan, come on we're leaving.

I told you we should have called ahead.

It's not a rule.

Heavens! There you are! Wonderful!

Did you like the little joke we played?

Oh forgive me, my darling love, my little cutie darling sweetie honey.

I feel awful darling, simply awful!

My little chickadee...

Did you hear what those two said about me?

I don't want them back here, I don't want to see them ever again!

My sweetie honey cutie...

Juanito. You know what I'd like?

I'd like to have 7 babies at the same time!

Didn't you hear what Juan said?

Then we'd have a full dozen... and no need to worry any more!

My little honey-bunny...

Such sexual experiences... oh, Teresa.

When Juanito and I got married we didn't know anything.

Absolutely nothing at all.

And we came back from our honeymoon the same, right Juanito?

And later... we learnt everything.

- Now you be Carmen's lover. - No, that's stupid.

Ernesto, we need to be very careful. I'm sure Juan suspects something.

- Leave me alone. - He suspects...

- No, I don't want to. - Go on, he suspects...

- Please? - Fine. What does he suspect?

Well, I don't know.

But when I was pregnant before he was certain they were his.

But now he says he doesn't understand!

What an idiot!

Carmen, you've never told me why you hate him. Why are you unfaithful?

Darling, what else can I do but hate him, he's an imbecile!

Did you know the poor man's terrified of me? - Really?

- Absolutely terrified, yes. - Why?

Because he knows I've found out his trick.

He has no personality, as a man or as an architect. - I see.

He copies everything from foreign magazines.

- Really? - Of course.

- So you despise him? - He disgusts me.

Why don't you leave him?

Because of you.

- You're so intelligent. - Me?

You don't want the burden of a pregnant woman like me.

But if you want me to, I'll leave him in a flash.

But... no, he'd keep the kids, he loves them.

What's the matter?

Do you feel ill?

If you could see him, every time I give birth...

I'm suffering, suffering like a beast.

And while I'm in pain, he only cares about the child

bothering the doctor, is it a boy or a girl?

He feels unwell when you're in labour, thinking he has to do something.

I'll stay by your side. Lie down here.

I'm here, I'll look after you.

You're the only thing on my mind. I only care about you.

Calm down...

Ernesto!

You're at your threshold of pain, it will soon be over.

I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.

There, there, easy. Calm down.

Good girl.

Deep breathing! Breathe!

That's it, like that.

Don't lose the rhythm, don't lose it.

It'll soon be over.

Very good, that's it.

Breathe! Breathe!

I'm calling the doctor!

- No don't go! Don't leave! - I'm not leaving! I'll stay with you.

I love you Teresa!

Please, calm down... I'm not going anywhere.

- It's coming! - It's coming?

It's come out! You're amazing!

Take it, it's your daughter.

Thank you! Thank you!

My daughter... our daughter...

She's so beautiful!

She's started crying. I'm so happy!

She looks like me.

She has my eyes, my nose, my ears, my mouth.

She's exactly like me.

How much do you think she weighs?

5 kilos?

- Maybe more? - Maybe more.

What shall we call her?

I don't know, Cristina after my mother, or Cristino after my father...

Yes, it's a good name!

If only mum could see her!

What a pair of fools!

What a sight!

Come and help me.

Or have you changed your mind?

No, not at all. Let's find a place for all the antiques. It's decided.

Don't you want to see this?

Let's see.

What do you think?

Horrible!

She's wonderful...

and very sexy.

You don't like it?

- Right, let's work. - Ok.

Did you say something?

Have you ever been mad at me?

What a question.

Maybe a bit short...

You didn't answer.

I've told you before. That time in Germany.

That wasn't anger, it was stupidity. I mean something serious.

No. And you know it, you're just asking for the fun of it.

Fine.

But Pedro, tell me the truth: have you ever thought about having an affair?

No.

But if you did, what kind of woman would you choose?

Stop saying these stupid things, Teresa.

None. You're my wife and I don't need any other women.

Yeah. You love me like a husband.

And according to Juan, I'm not good enough for that.

Don't believe anything that clown says. He's an idiot.

All men, when it comes to an 'adventure'...

look for a very different type of woman to their partner.

I want to know what your type is.

You're such a pain.

For a lover, and for a wife, I'd always choose you.

Fine, if you won't tell me.

If you...

Don't get mad about this.

Do you remember that outfit I bought you but you never wore?

What outfit?

The black one with the pantyhose, gloves, underwear, shoes...

Shortly after we got married.

Yes, I remember, why?

No, nothing.

Do you want me to put it on?

I wanted you to.

- I still have it. - No, it's okay. Doesn't matter.

Stop.

Turn around.

Come.

You're beautiful.

What else does she have to do?

There's a message for you in the living room.

I need to talk to you. Come downstairs now.

Come closer.

Thank you for coming, Teresa.

We need to clear up a few things after everything that happened between us.

Because between us, no harm was ever intended,

and I don't see why there should be any now.

I know men are sometimes hard to understand, and seem strange.

Especially through a woman's eyes...

and even more so a woman... who's almost a little girl.

Because you're still a little girl.

Have a seat.

No, I want you to sit in that chair.

Something wrong?

My husband's angry with me.

He has been ever since we got married.

Your husband loves you.

He has his flaws, everyone does,

but do you think I didn't cause your poor mother the same heartache?.

Mama suffered a lot because of you.

Maybe we should forget about that.

Pedro never looked at me like he did at her. Never.

Her! You forced him to behave that way.

In the end, he was so weak that he got drawn into that childish game.

That innocent fantasy of the absurd,

including everything you ever wanted, but always centred upon you.

Only you.

There's no other, Teresa. Believe me.

Come.

Deep down, your husband was trying to inject some life into your marriage.

Are you going to hold a grudge against him for that?

If you tell me to.

Ah, there's a good girl.

Now let's go and look for your husband.

Daddy?

Yes?

Tell me, my child.

My grades.

Your grades?

From school.

Oh yes. Let's have a look... how are your grades doing?

Grammar, 3. Arithmetic, 2.

History, 1. Geography, 1.

Teresa, you can't continue like this.

You've no right to be wasting your time this way.

Yes, daddy.

Don't you realise that

when you're older you'll regret this lack of application?

What happens is you get distracted too much.

You don't concentrate.

Come here.

Listen. If I said you're slow, I'd take it back.

But you're an intelligent girl.

You understand that to correct your ways, I have to punish you?

Yes, daddy.

It hurts me more than you, but I have no other choice.

Come on.

Daddy, stop, I'll be good! I promise, I'll study more!

I'll get 10s in all my subjects, like in religion.

In religion? Why did you get a 10 in religion?

Do you like that subject more than the others?

Well, no...

Then what?

In religion we have fun, we play, we sing...

Sing? What songs do you sing?

Lots.

- Do you know Saint Catherine's song? - No.

Shall I teach you?

Ok, yes.

Saint Catherine was a very good girl. She loved God, and was always praying.

But her father was evil. He worshipped Buddha.

- Now you be the father. - Me?

Yes. You'll need a sabre.

This will do.

Ok. I'll sing it in French, because in school we always sang in French.

You listen to the song and do what the words say.

Shall we start?

There's just one thing.

In school, we all sang together. But now there's only me.

I don't think it matters much.

- Ok. Ready? - Ready when you are.

St Catherine

St Catherine was the king's daughter

The king's daughter, do re mi fa sol la

One day at prayer

One day at prayer her father found her

Her father found her, do re mi fa sol la

What are you doing, my child?

What are you doing, worshipping Buddha?

Worshipping Buddha, do re mi fa sol la

Father, I love God

Father, I love God, but you don't

But you don't, do re mi fa sol la

Bring me my sabre!

Bring me my sabre and my cutlass!

And my cutlass, do re mi fa sol la

With the second sabre blow

With the second sabre blow her father wounded her

Her father wounded her, do re mi fa sol la

With the third sabre blow

With the third sabre blow her father killed her

Her father killed her, do re mi fa sol la

St Catherine is dead, her soul has gone to heaven.

Now it starts to snow, the snow covers her body.

It's snowing, it's snowing.

We need more snow! More, more!

It covers her dead body! More and more snow!

It's an enormous snowstorm!

But little St Catherine...

She's a martyr, and is about to perform her first miracle.

Her father will regret his mistakes!

Help!

White, purifying snow falls from the skies!

- St Catherine, what's the matter? - I'm cold! I'm freezing!

I'm going to freeze!

St Catherine, I'll save you!

Help, I'm dying!

A big St Bernard is coming to save you, guided by his sense of smell.

I've lost the trail!

Mission accomplished! Here I am, St Catherine.

A St Bernard dog has come to save me.

My darling doggy!

Drink this!

Climb on my back.

Take me to safety!

To safety!

The steps!

One, two...

Lie down, lie down.

Good doggy!

You saved my life, and I need to reward you.

Hey, don't lick me!

You saved my life, and I'll give you a good prize.

Lie down. Lie down!

Stay there.

Look what I have for doggy!

No! Give me your paw.

Very good.

You like that?

Not on the floor, on the plate!

Put it on the plate, do you hear, damned dog!

Where are you going? Come here!

Come here right now!

You disgusting dog!

You stupid animal... I'm going to-

Come out from there!

Come out right now!

Damned animal!

Come out! Out!

Now you'll see!

I'll get you out!

I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

Enough!

- Pedro, I'm sorry. - Get off.

- I'm sorry Pedro. Did I hurt you? - Leave me alone.

I said I'm sorry!

I said I was sorry.

- Pedro I'm sorry. - I heard you.

Can you imagine the servants?

If they could see us they'd say... of course... playing at dogs.

They've nothing else to do.

Especially him.

Giving orders all day.

If I had to work as one...

Work, her?

She works hard enough looking in that mirror... she's so vain.

You've a weak imagination.

I'm sure they say much worse things.

- About me. - About both of us.

I know what they say about me.

That all I care about is earning money.

That I don't give a damn about the rest.

The man comes home, says he's tired, eats, and goes to bed.

I bet the woman regrets living with him 1000 times a day.

Ana, can't you see what's going on?

When he's around she plays the victim, the martyr.

But when he's gone, doesn't she have fun.

Haven't you heard her on the phone with her 'friends'?

Yes, I've heard.

If her husband had a little courage he'd leave her. But he's a coward.

Imagine what his bosses and workmates would say if he left her.

They'd make an example of him.

And why don't you think she'd be the one to leave him?

Easy. She's never turned in her life.

Not for anything or anyone.

Besides, where would she find another idiot like that?

You've got that right.

I think the best for him would be if she died.

Then he'd be alone, and in peace.

Don't think he hasn't thought about it.

Sometimes, he's a miserable git, capable of anything.

Get dressed. We're having dinner.

What do you want us to play now?

Ourselves.

Our song.

You still remember.

It's been a few years since then. Too many...

- 5 years. - Yes, 5 years.

Do you remember? You told me to sit on the sofa.

The first time you came to my house.

You had something for me, I remember it well.

You bought it that afternoon.

Here. It's for you.

Teresa, I love you.

Pedro.

Let me put it on for you.

Will you marry me?

Yes, Pedro.

As soon as possible?

I love you.

You look beautiful.

Sit down.

Are you happy?

I'm the happiest man in the world.

You were, back then.

That was a long time ago.

Too long.

This game doesn't work, Teresa.

The past is the past.

We can play something else. Whatever you want.

No, enough Teresa. We've already gone too far.

Yes.

We can play at splitting up. Good idea, don't you think?

We'd both have a great time, I'm sure.

A lot of fun.

It's an easy game Pedro.

One of us decides to leave. You, for example.

As we're both educated people, there won't be any drama.

- I'll help you pack your suitcase. - No, Teresa, that's enough.

Come into the bedroom.

You'll see. Tell me what you want to take with you.

- That's enough. - Pedro, it's a game.

You tell me what you want to take, and I'll pack it.

If you insist, I'll go to a hotel.

I'll need underwear, shirts, pyjamas, a suit - that's all.

- Fine. A small suitcase, then. - Yes.

Later, when you're settled, you can fetch the rest of your stuff.

I'll find the suitcase.

I'll need to speak with our lawyer.

Or do you want to use him? I can find another.

Whatever you want.

Sorry Pedro, I'm very selfish. After all it's you who's leaving.

- Wouldn't you prefer to stay here? - No no, the house is yours.

Plus, you have it all decorated the way you like it, so...

- Thank you Pedro. - You're welcome.

It's a shame to end it this way.

You're right, it's a shame. But we can't stay together.

Splitting up is the best option. Don't you think?

Yes, I agree. We were wrong.

I should leave you some money, but I don't have any here. Is a cheque ok?

I don't mind, in any case I don't need it now.

Do you know how much you'll need per month?

Me? I think we should leave that to the lawyers...

Ok, fine with me.

Oh yes, my shaving stuff.

I don't understand why people make a big deal about separating.

Pedro, we should agree on what we're going to tell our friends.

They're going to drive us crazy with their questions.

Separating like this...

it's so... unexpected.

I think the best thing is to tell them the truth. That we can't be together.

- The truth? - Yes.

We can't stand each other any more, we hate each other. The truth.

Yes, you're right. Why lie about it?

Shirts, handkerchiefs, socks...

- I forgot my suit. - Oh! Your suit!

Here it is. I think that's everything.

Right. The moment has arrived.

Yes.

I want to... say the right words...

say that in these 5 years, there's been so much-

Pedro... don't.

I'd like to avoid saying goodbye.

Let's do one thing.

Please don't leave the house until I tell you.

Ok, as you wish.

Thanks.

What a shame I didn't really die!

That would have been perfect! You'd be free, no complications!

- Don't think you're that lucky! - The games are over, Teresa.

I'm leaving, do you hear me?

Go!

Go, and don't come back!

Pedro, don't go.

Please, forgive me.

Subtitles by: M. Nicholson