All language subtitles for yo mi mujer - Cópia (2)

I prefer the Cardinal, I see it
more... I don't know...

That one is in ivory, right?

Off white.

I see it excessive.

In white?

Price, excessive price.

I do not understand the
difference. It's the same

wood, right?

Dad.

White is too childish, I can't
imagine a

sixty year old person stuck in
there.

I don't know, like this,

more sober, right?

I personally consider Ruby the
most elegant, especially

for people of a certain age.

But to be honest, it is not the
most appropriate for cremation.

For incineration the tendency is
less wood

noble, because really its
usefulness is what it is,

to look a few hours at the wake...

Sorry..

I'm not going to cremate mom.

Dad again?

And another and another and
another.

I'm not going to put mom in an
oven like it's pizza.

I understand that it is
difficult for you...

But it's what mom wanted, right?

You know, it wasn't right when
he asked for that,

who clung to delirium.

Why would he want us to throw
his ashes to ten

a thousand kilometers from here?

To be close to his sister?

It was from there, it grew
there.

But his life was here.

It's what mom wanted to.

We have no right to decide for
her.

I have been married to your
mother for over forty years,

nobody knew her better than me.

Please, I ask you not to tell me
what she wanted.

All of us who knew her can
attest to her dedication,

of his humility, of his
generosity.

She was a great mother and a
better wife, always

supporting herself

in a discreet background, he
always knew how

serve others...

Why will it always rain at
funerals?

You're good?

Yes, yes... Only it is strange:
the people, the flowers,

the rain...

They remind me that it is true,
that it is a burial... really.

The urea ratio is not something
exclusive to architecture;

actually we find it abundantly
in nature,

Where does this constantly
repeating proportion come from?

I've read out there that the
slightest change in events

of the Big Bang and our universe
would not have been created:

neither the planets nor the
stars would exist,

or galaxies, or anything...

And there are theories that
suggest that everything

we see would be

practically impossible if it
wasn't directed

for an intelligent cause.

By an architect.

But that sounds more like faith
than anything else, doesn't it?

Because I imagine that when you
are talking about an Architect,

he is talking about God.

He seems like a good Architect,
doesn't he?

I suppose...

But according to physics the
probability that it exists

God is one in I don't know how
many millions.

But I am an architect, I am not
a physicist.

So I don't know what physicists
say.

But a creator explains many
things.

If this were a church, probably.

How is your name?

Antonio Villa.

Okay, let's talk about
probabilities, since

Mr. Villa likes them so much.

A man produces, throughout his
life, billions of

sperm, all genetically distinct.

And a woman produces about five
hundred eggs.

The probability of the sperm
giving rise

Mr. Villa fertilizes the ovule
that gave rise to Mr.

Villa, it's a ridiculously small
number:

the equivalent of one sperm
among several

billions multiplied by an ovule
among five hundred.

So, applying Mr. Villa's logic...

Mr. Villa does not exist, so it
is not worth continuing

wasting time arguing with him.

Bernardo, my deepest
condolences.

- Thank you.
- How are you?

Better, better. Thank you.

I'm glad.

"Hi, I'm Eli: I left a message."

Hi Eli, it's me.

I'm calling you because I ran
out of dishwasher detergent,

if you go through a supermarket,
can you buy me one?

And shower gel, cheese and
sandwich bread...

And also, I don't know, fruit,
yogurts...

What you see out there. Okay?
Thank you.

"The loss of purchasing power
comes to wages

intermediates, this is a
regression level that creates a

uncertainty in people who were
not reflected..."

Hi?

Did you have a party last night?

It looks like a student
department.

What is this?

A gift from Juan, a nail gun.

And why do I want a nail gun?

Juan thought it might do you
good to distract

yourself a little.

Well, thanks, but let your
husband know I'm not a

retired to waste time on
nonsense.

What is that smell?

Dad, how can you live like this?

I am having a little trouble
with housework.

Give me a bag.

You have to start assuming that
Mom is no longer here to

take care of everything.

Yes, I know I know...

Did you think about hiring
someone?

Well... not really, no, what I
thought is that maybe you

you could come lend me a hand,
once a week...

No, I don't have time, you know.

I'm going to pass the number of
the girl who cleans us to

us to help you.

I do not know where to start.

I think we could donate it to
Caritas.

I don't know, it's weird to
imagine another woman dressed in

your mother's clothes.

It's a shame to throw them away,
right?

And why don't we leave them
here?

They don't bother me.

No, Dad is not a good idea.

It is the first thing they
recommend, get rid of clothes

of the deceased.

Look, you know what you can use
the nail gun for.

Really, what is the University
becoming?

It's a freaks fair.

Did you see the new teachers?

They go seen as homeless, so
they go to class.

Shut up Bernardo.

I'm allergic to listening to
you.

I am with you, Bernardo.

Does it seem so strange to ask a
teacher to

shower every day?

Ah, well, well, well, look at
what comes here, very well!

Come on, come on, say a few
words.

Please, this was not necessary...

All my life I spent in the same
house.

It is a house that is getting
too big for me.

I thought about selling it, but
in the end I couldn't...

There I got married, there my
children were born,

there I divorced my wife...

There I was happy and unhappy,
in that order.

The truth is that I never liked
the changes.

And neither does this one, but
hey, it's time to retire...

It is what it is.

Does anyone know what is sung in
retirement?

Yes?

Dad, I'm Eli...

They desecrated Mom's grave.

Dad? Dad?

Yes, a few months ago they
opened a couple of niches,

but something like that

This is the first time it
happens.

Official, seriously, at least
since I work here...

What happened, dad?

I don't know, I was fixing the
counter frame and I

I woke up here, I don't know.

It's hard to believe that
someone could have

an accident with

a DIY gun...

How you ended up with four nails
on your head...

Look dad, I know what you're
going through and I understand

that you're

a little confused by what
happened...

But it's not your fault.

I dreamed of mom.

Well, everyone dreams of their
dead...

I don't know, see her there.

Daddy, don't give it any more
thought.

Some scoundrels did a wild thing
and it just happened to be us.

It's just that.

I'm going to crema mom.

I will fulfill your wish.

Hi.

Well, I imagine you will wonder

what brings me here...

I came to fulfill Cris's last
wish.

Tomorrow I am going to throw his
ashes into the sea.

I thought maybe they would want
to join me.

But if my sister has already
been buried.

It's just that something
happened...

They desecrated her grave.

None of this would have happened
if you had cremated her as

she wanted; but no, you had to
decide everything

until after death.

Deep down it always bothered you
that we were so close.

That is what happens to you.

I think you should have this,
it's from Cris.

You know I have always
considered Bernardo someone

very smart, honest, upright; the
kind of husband that

every woman wants at his side.

I have been... envied, yes, why
not say it.

Although it has been too high a
price.

I'm not saying we haven't been
happy, but... I've always had

the feeling that I left too many
things on the way.

You say my last letters sound
sad.

It is true that I feel a little
strange...

Can you ever ask yourself what
would have happened to

his life if he had done this or
that, but hey

I suppose it is something that
happens to all of us

at some point...

Lately I remember a lot about
Las Marinas.

I think it is the only place
where I have felt

truly free, plus myself.

I wish they would throw my ashes
there, but for Bernardo

it is unthinkable that we are
not buried together.

You know him...
he's so adamant...

Sometimes I look at my life and
I see everything so

monotonous, so bland...

Every hour of the day what
should happen happens.

Every day is how I know it will
be.

Yesterday I had a horrible
thought,

I'm ashamed just thinking about
it.

We were eating and I looked at
Bernardo and I wondered why

I had to die, why me and not him
who is a living dead.

I know it's horrible, but it's
what I thought.

Any problem with food, sir?

No, can I have another glass of
wine, please?

Yes of course, excuse me.

Excuse me, we are closing now.

But if you want you can continue
in the casino that is

a few hundred meters below.

Okay, bring me the bill, please.

Okay, right away.

It doesn't go anymore.

Isn't the waiter coming?

Seven, odd, red...

Look how they go... The
motherfuckers!

Do we change the seats?

Huh?

It is very unlucky for me

someone sitting at my left.

May I?

I am very well here.

At... twenty-eight.

It doesn't go anymore.

Twenty-eight, pair, black.

Do you see I told you, that's
how luck works.

Waiter... A Brandy, please.

Oh, gambling and alcohol, what a
bad mix.

No, good, good.

That's why I came, to drink, to
eat, to lose my money

at the Casino...

To do all those stupid things
that

people like so much.

ISN'T THAT WHAT THE LIVING DO?

Well you went to find the ideal
person because I am

stupid stuff specialist.

Matías, a bourbon.

Didn't you say it was a bad mix?

I said that? I do not remember

It doesn't go anymore.

How's it going, Bernardo? Huh?

Where I am?

You do not remember?

Well, almost better, last night
you screwed up a bit.

We were kicked out of the casino
because of you.

Do you remember me?

Abel Rodríguez-Cortés, sales
agent and MD manager

of Costa del Sol Realstates.

And since last night your
brother.

But you can call me Abi.

Here, this is going to do you
good.

No no no no.

Here.

Ok, if you don't want...

I think the first thing we
should do is go back

to the casino to apologize.

You were very pig last night,
Bernardo.

It was a lot of fun.

Do you know a place called Las
Marinas?

Yes, of course, it is well known
here.

Although I have never been.

Is it because of your wife?

What is that?

You don't remember either...

You had a little fit of rage
last night.

You said very ugly things to
it...

But don't worry because... we
vacuumed to

the last speck huh?

I can accompany you to the
Marinas if you want,

but I have to

stop by the office first.

But it catches us on the way,
you don't mind right?

You can drive?

If you don't mind Bernardo, wait
a moment for me here,

I'm going to

for the card and I'll be right
away, okay?

Hi!

How are you?

Your ex called, she is very
angry, she says that if you

keep it up, you'll go straight
to court.

- Yes Yes Yes Yes...

Find me the Mirador file, please
Julieta.

Look, you didn't believe me, did
you? Well there it is.

Hey, Abel... We...

We have talked among ourselves
and we have decided to say

enough is enough.

Let's see... I'm just asking
you for one last effort.

Yes, but we have already made
many efforts.

We have to hold out until
summer, as soon as it starts

the season we will go back.

And what do I live on until
summer?

I remind you that I have two
children.

Well... and I also have two
children.

What are you telling me Abel?

Do you want me to lend you money
on top?

Let's see what happens with the
unemployment?

We pretend to fire you, you are
collecting unemployment...

But why don't you accept that
proposal?

And we work for you for free,
right?

No, you don't work for me for
free, we just postpone

we defer payment.

As soon as summer comes, we sit
down and catch up.

Are you talking about what I
imagine?

Clear.

Hey, please, let's hold on a
bit, I've got the

customer out there.

He is a very important
architect, he is a professor

and comes from the hand of a
group of investors.

Do you really want to spoil
everything now?

Here it is... El Mirador.

Thanks, Juliet.

I don't want to throw the bells
on the fly, but I think that

I will place the Mirador.

Only with this sale we can last
until Easter,

rents start to move and then

summer is here.

We are going to put all our
energy here,

I ask you please, huh?

This will save our ass, you will
see.

Bernard.

Good Morning.

Good Morning. Can I help you?

Yes, excuse me, I would like to
ask you a question...

Although I don't really know if
you are the person with

the one I should talk about...

Tell me.

It happens that my wife has
passed away and we are seeing

the possibility of throwing her
ashes here.

This was a very special place
for her.

I can not let you pass, sorry,
it is only for partners.

How do you become a partner?

Yes, you need the naturopathic
card issued by the

International Naturist
Federation and the invitation

of a Club member.

Hello, one question.

Tell me.

We have an invitation...

This is not the place.

If you want we can go...

But with that name and your
wife's description...

How do you know how my wife
describes it?

Let's see, last night I had a
hard time sleeping...

Because... the truth is that I
can't sleep if I don't

I have nothing to read.

Did you read my wife's letters?

Man, read, read... Yes.

Of course you spent the whole
night saying that if

letters that if my wife...

I can not believe this.

Well, you read them too.

She's my wife.

Precisely, she is your wife, she
is not mine.

I have no moral conflict here.

- And going back to the matter,
- I don't know any other place

to be called Las Marinas.

Excuse me, I need to make sure
this is the resort that

my wife came, her name was
Cristina Vera.

Do you mind waiting for me to
attend to these gentlemen?

I do care because I got there
first, attend to me first.

Was she a member?

I don't know... I guess not.

You said she was called, forgive
me...

Cristina Vera.

No one with that name appears.

And you don't know if there's
somewhere else around here

to be called Las Marinas?

Bernardo, taking advantage of
the fact that we are doing time

I'm going to teach you one thing...

Because yesterday when you told
me you were an architect, uh...

about your classes at the
university,

how your students respected you...

I kept thinking. Look.

What is this?

You see, Bernardo, I have a
group of investors...

Who are going crazy looking for
a building for rent

luxury tourist.

Well, it occurred to me that if
you did a project for me...

Because these people have the
money, eh, but they can't see

the possibilities that the
building has

what I'm offering you...

Look, if you offered to build me
an auditorium,

it may be that at another time
we discussed it. But no.

I am an architect, this is not
architecture.

Sure... Because you'd have
absolute freedom,

I know what it is

having a professional and then
not letting him work...

Everyone thinks, but...

But hey, if you are not
interested then...

Because, you are not interested
in it?

No.

Okay, we talked about it another
time...

Here comes Amalia. Amalia!

Hello, Abel.

Look, Bernardo... Amalia...

Hello... A pleasure.

If you want, can we talk about
the conditions first?

He and I have already discussed
it, we think everything is fine.

Well, I clarify that I am Public
Relations, but...

there ends everything. I don't
want confusion later.

There will be no confusion, I
don't need anything from you.

All I want is to get in there.

So I don't care if you're a PR
or a

road prostitute.

I forgot the most important
thing...

I can't stand assholes.

Well... shall we sit down?

Well, I've talked to a friend
who's a member of Las Marinas

and he will fax the invitations
to the resort.

Here... I have your naturist
cards, here you go...

Now I take some photos with your
mobile and put them there.

And most importantly: they only
let in

hosted clients.

Yes we know, we stayed for one
night.

Minimum two.

Well two... nights.

She skates well, right?

How can you have that lack of
modesty?

If I had that body I think I
would lock myself in a basement

and I would leave only at dawn,
so that no one would see me.

Well, I find her very sexy.

We should be thinking about
dinner, right?

When I eat, the tension goes
down.

I'll stay, I'm not hungry.

Yes, Eli was with her, yes.

Eh... He sent me to a resort
that seems to be

where they came together.

It is a very... happy place.

But I don't know what I'm going
to do yet.

Well, we're leaving?

Applaud the sunset...

And when it goes wrong, a cloud
is put in front, for example,

What do they do?, boo it?

How can you be so stupid?

Here you go, you are a better
person when you drink.

Let's get out of here please.

Now I understand what your wife
said in the letters.

Because... it is true that here
one feels much freer...

Can you stop talking about my
wife like you know her?

Come on, Bernardo, what's going
on?

Remember your battle cry from
last night?

"We are alive!".

Nothing happens because we enjoy
a little, right?

I am not enjoying.

It is not so difficult...

All we have to do is let the
child we have inside come out,

right next to the fascist dwarf
that we also carry inside.

Either one leaves or the other
leaves.

Okay, okay, I propose something
else.

See that guy over there with the
sardines?

That's the kind of person who
knows everything on these sites.

We go there, eat something and
see what it tells us,

he still knew your wife.

Do you have a picture of her?

My goodness, what skill do you
have

How long have you been with
this?

Buff... I don't even remember.

"Braulio".

Your name is Braulio, right?

Braulio, can I ask you a
question?

Yes.

Does this woman sound familiar
to you?

Her name was Cristina...

Vera, Cristina Vera.

No... It doesn't ring a bell.

But you can ask the Swedish.

He has been coming here all his
life and he knows everyone.

The Swedish?

And where can we find La Sueca?

Well, a little while ago he was
here, but he just left.

Sleep there.

But I don't think I'll be back
until tomorrow.

Pay the gentleman.

Bernardo... Very discreetly,
behind me.

The one on the right for you and
the one on the left for me.

What?

Oh, if you don't like chubby...

I keep the fat one.

What happened?

I'm going to sleep.

But did I say something that
bothered you?

It was just for hanging out.

Did we come to hang out?

Do we rent a bungalow that costs
a fortune and that I pay

me, to pass the time?

Bernardo, look around you.

I think we already know what
your wife was up to, right?

We have already seen everything
we had to see.

That can have a thousand
explanations, maybe Las

Marinas was not like that when
she came or there was

another Las Marinas

somewhere else...

What is for sure is that this
shitty place and my

woman have nothing to do.

Good night.

Where are your hearts?

In Las Marinas!

I do not hear you: Where are
your hearts?

In Las Marinas!

Where are your hearts? I don't
see them!

In Las Marinas!

What's up handsome?

Hi?

Oh excuse me, I almost put my
ass in his face.

Don't worry, we all have one,
right?

Bernardo is my name.

Acke.

Acke. Are you Swedish

I was many times in Stockholm.

It is a city that fascinates me.

You are also Swedish, right?

No, they tell me the Swedish
here for the friend.

Ah, The Swedish. What a
coincidence.

I heard about you. Because I
believe that you were

friend of a relative.

Cristina Vera, does it ring a
bell?

By the name, I don't know...
I'm not falling right now.

Ah.

Wait a moment.

Let's see if you remember her
now.

Of course I remember her. She
came with...

What was he called? Simon...

Simon I think his name was.

And... Cris and Simon were...
friends?

Yes friends.

"Friends"?

Will you not be her husband?

No no no. I am a cousin...
distant.

I was actually coming with a
large group of people.

He liked to talk about cooking.

I really like cooking, you know?

Me too.

And do you have any idea where I
can find

this guy Simon?

Look, there is our captain.

Captain?

We have a small boat docked here
to rent.

I'm going to ask, see if you
know anything about this Simon.

Well your boat is the one over
there.

I need to have a coffee, first
of all. Can I?

You took it from my mouth.

I have a hunger that can eat a
dog.

I go to the bathroom.

I feel sorry for Bernardo. Deep
down he seems like a good man.

You are good friends, right?

Since when do you know each
other?

Since Friday.

You don't know him at all?

Yes, since Friday, I have
already told you. Why?

Because I think you will need a
friend.

I do not get it.

What do you think is going to
happen when that guy says, 'Yes,

I have been with your wife for
several years and you

are such an dumb-ass that you
didn't noticed.

Nothing is going to happen.

You can see that Bernardo is a
very whole person.

Man! How's it going?

Yes, well look... just
remembering you because

I'm in Banús, right now...

Yes, yes, I, yes... Let me
speak, I have the money

practically already in the bank
huh?

Thought it could go like this.

Isn't it wrong to go in a shirt?

No, what's up, it's fine.

Is something wrong with you?

No.

Would you mind joining me?

Are you waiting for me in the
car? I'm leaving now.

I'm here.

We can't come with your wife in
a tupper. Taking.

We will introduce ourselves with
the ashes.

We will tell him that we have
come to throw them into

the sea and that we want him to
join us.

I think that will disarm him and
tell us what

he has to tell us.

Bernardo... Look at me.

It is important that you are
safe.

It may not be very pleasant what
you're going to hear.

Hi? Simon?

Hi?

Is there someone on the boat?

Simon?

Yes, it's me.

We came to say goodbye to Cris.

Cris?

But go up, go up... Don't stop
there.

Sit, please.

Excuse me, but with age my
memory dances more and more...

I don't fall... Cris?

Ah... Of course I remember her...

Yes, yes, of course... So nice,
so modern...

What good times in Las Marinas.

This was not the typical siti or
vacation.

No neighbors who do not greet
you, no conversations

supermarket...

Of course I remember...

She was with us for many years.

I think we help her on her way.

Excuse me, but I don't
understand...

what do you mean by “her way”

Was she your wife?

Yes.

Do you know what we did in Las
Marinas?

Your wife didn't tell you what
she was coming for?

Okay, yes...

I'm not really sure actually.

No, she didn't tell me, no.

We had a Personal Growth group.

A Personal Growth Group?

Yes.

Personal growth?

Excuse me if I seem rude, but I
never thought

that my wife could be interested
in that kind of thing.

What do you mean

See, I am very respectful of
beliefs

from others, but...

that of surrendering to a shaman
to solve his life

one... I do not swallow, no...

I am a psychotherapist, not a
shaman.

It has been a pleasure.

Thank you very much anyway.

You have been very kind to
assist us.

You have behaved like a donkey.

With how polite the man has
been.

Polite? It is a cheek.

Did you see the boat we just got
off?

Can you tell how he paid for it?

But it's the fault of weak
people, like my woman,

that when feel confused instead
of seeking support from people

who they love her, they take
refuge in this class of gurus

who fill themselves with gold
calling depression sadness...

Please.

Is that Abi?

Ahead!

Is this a small boat?

Now in low season they are only
eight thousand a day.

But if you are interested I can
make you a price.

How has it been? We are happy?

It was her psychotherapist.

Was your wife hooking up with
her psychotherapist?

It seems rather that the guy
runs out of money.

Ah well, but that's normal here,
isn't it?

Do you want to have something?

What is that? Mate?

From the latest clients;
Argentines like you,

and lined to the eyebrows.

I like this.

Well then it will have to be
lowered a bit.

Take what you want huh, if these
people don't even know

what they have.

No, no... I just look out of
curiosity.

This is Popper.

And that?

Abiii.

Damn, but how did these
Argentines ride it, right?

Do you want to try it?

No no thanks.

Come on man, for a day nothing
will happen.

What effect does it have?

The effect is... Absolute
Happiness, Bernardo.

I don't know I can think of a
better way to describe it.

No... I just don't know how it
can hit me...

It will hit you very well, I
guarantee that.

Drink, come on.

Come on Bernardo, come on...

No, no.

Why is vodka prohibited at
airports?

According to a scientific study
done here and now, before all

and in the eyes of all, it is
shown that vodka does not burn.

Of course, now I'm not like to
publish an article, huh?

Abi, come on!

Being an architect, you should
really enjoy

yourself here, right?

I say this for the mansions and
that...

When you go to a city, what is
the first thing you visit?

Its monuments, right?

That is Architecture.

Do you think that the Alhambra
and all these mansions that

they seem cakes of communion
have something to do?

Architecture is one of the Fine
Arts.

This that surrounds us is closer
to the confectionery.

Well, I would love to live in
one of those "cakes".

When I return home, from the
bus, I see them...

and I imagine my children
running around the garden...

You have children?

If not what was I going to put
up with, old slugs...

Sorry Bernardo, I didn't mean
you.

Do I look like a slimy old man
to you?

No, no, no, really not at all.

I'm going to bed.

Good night.

For that wonderful woman, who
loved you so much and who

We both miss it so much.

What are you going to do?

What am I going to do with what?

Are you going to throw the ashes
at the Marinas?

No, not crazy. I wouldn't throw
an orc's ashes there.

Why don't we take the boat and
toss the ashes out to sea?

This is the night: the perfect
moon, the sea

is calm...

I'm going to eat something.

To catch prey you have to master
art

of conjuring.

The lure attracts a helpless
mouse. The snake attacks.

Bernardo... Bernardo...

What?

Hey, they ask for you.

The psychotherapist, do you
remember him?

Ah!

You're good?

Don't scare me Bernardo.

Ok, ok...

You sure? Come, I help you.

Good?

Better?

Hey, I'm so sorry about last
night, huh?

That the security of the port
thought

that we were stealing.

I should have warned you that we
would be here.

Good Morning.

Yesterday I had a little
accident.

No thanks, it will only be a
minute...

After you went and I was looking
through my notes...

There was something that didn't
quite fit me...

Then I discovered that my
patient

was called Marga, not Cris.

How?

I got confused. From what you
see, it was not your wife.

But you saw it in a photo and
recognized it.

Yes, the truth is that they
seemed like

two drops of water.

But she also always came with
her husband.

As far as I know they had been
married for several years.

Who was her husband?

Has it gone yet?

This may not be the best time,
but...

I wanted to ask you for a favor.

I would like you to call my
office asking about me and

when they tell you I'm not ask
about the Mirador.

I don't know if you remember, I
showed you yesterday.

It's... Here it is.

It is a building that has come
to us through an embargo that is

in the area of plaza del Mar...

You see, I have a little
financial mess and

I need to buy time...

I know you're not interested,
huh? but.

If you could lend me a hand.

It occurred to me that you might
pretend

commissioned a project to study
the operation.

You know, we...

questions information, that if
the catastrophe I do not know

what, that if we

you put homework to go to urban
planning like this...

the guys in the office are
entertained and

they think there is something.

The case is that I need to hold
on until summer if

I want to save my company.

Because... if I drop the whole
thing now I

I do not know what I'm going to
do.

I don't know if I told you that
I have separated...

I've been... sleeping for three
months incognito in the houses

we have for rent...

Bernard?

You're good?

I'm fine.

I don't know if you heard what I
told you...

I need to go to...

Bernard!

Bernard?

The patient at four says he is
leaving.

There is no way to make him see
reason.

What are you doing?

I'm going.

I guess you know what's on your
head, don't you?

They look like nails.

I shot myself with a nail gun.

Is it porteño?

I am from Parque Patricios.

AHA.

Look, I don't want to fool you,
but... it doesn't look good.

I don't know if he knows that
one of the nails in

his head is alive.

Alive?

It moves to the brain and will
end up killing it;

It may be in a week or maybe
within a year.

There is a possibility of
intervention, but...

it has too many risks.

Do you have family here?

You have five minutes.

Bernard.

How are you?

You have to get me out of
here...

The psychotherapist says that
she was married and that

Her name was Margarita...

It's crazy...

But how can you worry about that
now?

And they lived in Casares, a
town in the interior,

we have to go.

But where do you think you're
going?

My family came to pick me up,
they take over.

Until they bring you up to the
floor you can't ask

voluntary discharge.

You can't keep me here.

Go back to bed or we will sedate
you.

I'm going to tell my insurance
company not to pay anything.

No one is going to pay for this.

Well, the visit is over.

Be a little patient, Bernardo,
and try to rest.

Car keys.

What?

Car keys.

Ah, what are you going to do?

Good.

Hey... I'm going to leave you
the Mirador brochure...

In case you have time...

you see that you can call, if
you feel like it then...

By the way, drugs are free here
and you

feel great.

Oh yeah.

I know how it feels.

I have been on the verge of
death twice in the past year.

And here I am again.

They say that dying doesn't
hurt, but... it's horrible.

I do not recommend it to anyone.

First you feel like a very big
tickle,

as if your whole body has fallen
asleep.

Suddenly you realize that you
are floating in the air...

Can you lower your voice please?

And when you turn, you see
yourself down there, lying

in bed... dead!

And you without being able to
return to your body.

And when you finally get back,
it takes a long time

in learning to communicate again
with the real world.

But then everything goes back to
normal.

Sometimes I feel like giving up
and I look

this machine and I say...

Why don't you run out of light
and get done with it

all at once...?

Give up, give up!

What prevents it?

Do yourself a favor and let
someone turn that

fucking machine off

for you, that's how we all rest.

But what are you doing here?

You can't be here please, you
have to get out.

Ya... Ya, ya, ya, yes. Already.

Well Luis, you look great huh?

Cris is dead.

Sorry?

Cris.

My wife asked us to throw her
ashes here.

I confess that at first I was
wondering why.

Because we were always together.
We wanted each other...

But now I know.

Fancy a glass of wine?

How did they meet?

His sister introduced us.

I belonged to a Gestalt group
and invited her

to come one day.

She was very depressed... and
so it began.

We left him every time he left.

But the following year...

It became a kind of fantasy,
once a month

every year, she was my wife.

Everyone said we fit together
like two masterpieces.

The only problem is that she had
a husband.

Filthy sea walrus...

Of course she had a husband.

I was her husband!

I, was, me. Ahhhh...

Sorry, I didn't want to hurt
you.

Motherfucker.

Get away or I'll hit you with
this.

Ahhhh... Here are a hundred and
fifty kilos,

enough to tear you apart...

You took advantage of a weak
woman telling her stories,

motherfucker.

"Two Masterpieces". Were those
the lies you said to her?

Not true, huh?

And she gawked at a sea walrus...

You never worried about meeting
the person who

you had by your side...

Because you were so busy looking
at yourself,

while Marga was fading.

Not Marga. Cris, Cris, Cris...

Oh, sorry, sorry.

Wait take this...

I don't know what happened to
me, I let myself go.

I apologize.

Shall we taste this wine?

Are you ok really?

Yes, yes, yes.

For...

her.

For her.

You need to vent.

You need to get all of that out
of you.

Hug me.

What?

Hug me.

No, no... Thank you, but to me
those things... do not suit me.

Come on, nobody sees you, it's
just you and me.

Cry.

You have to acknowledge the
pain, it will set you free.

Cry.

Pain is not our enemy, it is our
partner.

Give it its place.

There is something that belongs
to you.

This house belongs to your wife.

She was planning to move here.

But she never came back.

She chose what anyone would have
chosen, right?

She stayed with the weakest...
He knew that I

I wouldn't have endured it.

If you want something, I'm home.

There he is.

Here he comes boys!

Hi, the truth, the truth is you
didn't take me by surprise...

Thanks anyways, thank you very
much.

We will miss you Bernardo.

Do not have the slightest doubt.

Thank you very much, what are
you doing?

Maybe I was expecting something,
I don't know, bigger

from all of you...

Burning the classroom in my
honor, for example.

Overall, what will it do once I
leave...

You can shut your mouth, you are
capable of ruining

your own farewell.

As Bernardo is a fan of cakes,
we brought an empanada.

Very good, very good, very good.

I don't know whose idea it was,
but it's very good.

And do I have to blow out the
candle?

Well... ay ay ay. There is.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Bernardo, always giving us the
beating and the day of your

goodbye, aren't you going to say
a word?

No, no, no.

Yes please!

No, no, no, no, no.

Please don't do this to me.

Well, okay, okay, I have no
other choice.

I don't know what to say.

I always thought that the world
is very big and that

we have very little time.

Very little.

That we could live a thousand
lives... different.

But you have to choose only one,
right?

And. choosing is always very
difficult.

What I have to say is that...

Today I look back and I think
that...

of all lives... possible...

I kept the best.

I kept the good one.

Didn't you say you weren't going
to get cheesy? Huh?

I love you.