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Slowly!

Stop, stop!

OK, girls. It's faded a little, no? Let's do it step by step.

You didn't practice for three months and you've forgotten everything.

Let's focus, right? Ready?

Honey, how's the review coming along?

There are interesting ideas. It could be a good year.

Don't forget Flores Alaman's grandson. Got his entry?

It's nothing special. It doesn't speak to me.

Just make sure it gets to the judges, don't worry.

I'll do it, but I'm not too sure.

- He started early. - Is he here already?

When will that loser ever stop ruining our mornings?

Listen. I already have three in Photography,

nothing in Architecture, and I'm waiting for the results of Dance and Visual Arts.

The rules for the grant program are almost ready.

OK.

So how is the party going?

Last year's was pretty lame, wasn't it?

Keep Flores sponsorship in mind and we're gold.

- I got it, here it is. - Great.

- Are you going out for lunch? - No. I brought veggies.

Veggies? Having three peas and a piece of bread...

- Gluten-free. - Is not a proper lunch, honey.

Right.

- Did you see Grey last night? - I didn't... No spoilers!

I'm hoping to watch the final three episodes tonight.

- I don't want any spoilers. - You're impossible.

Who took my goat to eat paper? Who took my goat?

Tell me what you did.

- No, what did he do to get to you. - Yes. Tell us.

He's a poet.

He has a way with words. I have a huge crush.

- You babysat him! - He's not that young.

Look who's here. Hello, stranger.

Give me a break!

- How was your day? - Good.

- Same as always. - Do you want some dinner?

No Sweetie, thanks. I ate too much.

Don't eat too much.

- You, don't eat too little. - You should eat fruit.

A healthy breakfast tomorrow.

I'll tell Lichita to switch your chilaquiles for some papaya.

- I like those chilaquiles. -A high-fiber diet is better.

Look at me with this cheese, Jesus. Lichita!

Hi, Gorgeous.

Hello, sleeping beauty.

It's not even eight.

- I found that movie you wanted. - Cool.

But we're still out of power.

I know.

Trade with me?

- Did Natalia call? - Yes.

She sounds happy and she says her French is getting better.

Poor baby. She's surely homesick.

She's not a baby. She's fifteen.

If you say so. Good night.

Good night.

Hello, Mr. Spy.

No, it's just that I work across the street.

- So, it's my routine. - I know.

But if we're going to see each other every day,

it'd be good to know who's who.

- Come. - What? No! I have work!

I'm not asking. Come.

Come in.

Girls,

let me introduce you to...

Roberto.

This is Roberto.

Roberto, these are Susana, Lily, Dariana, Cecilia, Paulina, and Daniela.

Now, every time you walk by, you'll know who you're saying hello to.

I'm Lía.

And, if you decide to learn flamenco, believe it or not, we need men here.

- Right, girls? - Yeah.

If you wanna dance, you have to dance.

You're welcome. But you were in a hurry.

I was.

- Bye. - See you!

Ciao, Roberto.

Tell him something.

No way. You tell him something. He sings to you.

Hello?

- Lía Luna? - Yes, it's me.

It's Roberto...

Hello, neighbor.

OK. Ciao.

Please, seat.

- The taxi driver said, "This is it." - No!

And he got me off in the middle of nowhere!

Oh, my God!

- It was awful. - What did you do?

I called Amanda but it took ages for her to come.

OK.

So, Amanda... is she your wife?

Yeah. She's my wife.

How long have you been married?

- Around 15 years. - Wow!

- Yeah. - OK.

How about you? How long?

You're good. Nine years.

Nine years? Wow!

It's funny, you know...

All these years go by

and nobody tells you

that they don't come back.

- What do you mean? - I don't know, it's...

You already have your life mapped out

and you follow the path that you think is the right one,

and so your life goes on.

And things are the same, and you're driving on automatic pilot...

And suddenly, something happens...

and you realize that there's a world out there

you just haven't noticed because you're busy living your life

like those racehorses...

I don't know, I mean...

It's been so long since I had such a good time.

Me too.

A FEW DAYS LATER

- Good morning, Lichita. - Good morning, Miss.

Some fruit? We have papaya, grapefruit, and strawberries.

Grapefruit. And papaya for Roberto, for a change.

OK, Miss.

- What's for breakfast? - Poached eggs.

And papaya!

- What's up with you? - What do you mean?

You don't like fruit, why aren't you complaining?

Well, I'm trying to stay healthy.

And who convinced you?

I did it myself.

You did it!

I convinced myself because you convinced me.

- By the way, you look like a bum lately. - What?

No way! I look like always.

You know, gorgeous,

I'm in a rush, I have to go. Tell Licha, please.

- Sure. - See ya!

- Lichita, forget those eggs. - OK, Miss.

Lichita, am I imagining things or is Roberto acting weird?

- Oh, Miss Amanda... - Mrs.

Yes, Mrs.

Well, he seems... happy, don't you think?

Yes!

Very.

What's with the world!

Our favorite street artist is now a conchero dancer!

What are you talking about?

Look at the bright side,

we won't hear his singing at least for today.

What about the drums?

- Hi. - Hi.

- You look beautiful. - Thanks.

Let me see.

- Ow! - What is that?

It's gorgeous! Thank you.

- So nice. - Do you want to go out to dinner?

Yum! Sure.

- And I know just the place. - Great!

- I'll come by later. - Yep.

- Who is it? - It's Roberto. Do you want to take it?

Sure.

- Hello! - Hi, sweetheart. Listen...

A dinner with Jaime just came up. I'm going to be a little late, OK?

Today? He just told you?

Aren't you forgetting something?

It wasn't planned, it just came up.

- What day is today? - Tuesday?

Yeah, Tuesday.

OK. I'll see you tomorrow.

Hi, Jaime! I want to ask you for a favor.

Today is our anniversary.

Thank you, and guess what?

Roberto forgot all about it.

When he realizes, he's going to die.

Anyway... So, could you cancel your dinner tonight? Or is it too important?

Maybe he made a mistake.

No! Don't worry. My mistake.

Did he say "Jaime"? Who did he say he was having dinner with?

I don't know where my head's at.

No, no. It's OK.

Thank you.

Bye.

Ma'am! You scared the hell out of me!

Sorry, Ilse. I don't know why I thought you were...

I'm sorry.

- Roberto is not here, is he? - No. He left around five.

- Around five? - Yes.

- Something wrong? - No, no.

Do you know where he went?

No. I thought he'd gone home.

- Do you want me to check his calendar? - No.

Forget it.

Your call will be transferred to voice mail...

- Hi, Gorgeous! - Hi! How are you?

- Fine, and you? - Great.

Could you give me a hand?

Here.

- Changuito didn't shower again. - No?

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY! DID YOU FORGET?

Licha, where is Amanda?

She went out early this morning.

Would you like some breakfast?

- I'll come down in a minute. Thanks. - Yes, Sir.

You were outside my house last night.

- Are you following me? - Of course not.

- Of course I wasn't. - Hey!

Did you get me mixed up? Why are you following me?

I wasn't following you, I was following my husband.

Does your husband work near my house?

No. But he was with a redhead that seems to live right there.

- You don't believe me! - What am I supposed to believe?

Hold on.

It's Roberto. He's been calling you. Wanna take it?

Yes, I'll get it.

Hold a second.

All OK?

Thanks.

- Rob? - Sweetheart.

- What's going on? - I'm sorry, I completely forgot it.

I noticed.

Will you forgive me? Do you want to have dinner tonight?

I'm sorry, I can't. I have a lot of work.

We're announcing the grants tomorrow. I'll see you at home.

Sure, no problem. I'm really sorry, Sweetie.

- I'll bring a surprise. -OK.

I'll see you tonight. I'll call you when I get out.

- Bye. - Bye, Sweetie.

I love you. Hugs and kisses.

Bye.

- Evening! - I'm sorry, Luis.

- I had a problem at home. - Are you OK? Your kid?

Yes, yes...

You know what?

I need to take a vacation. As soon as possible.

Relax, darling.

I know it's not a good time, but we already gave out the first grants.

And we'll have some downtime before the new application date.

It's better that I take my vacation now, no?

- Should I worry, darling? - No.

Fill the forms. How long has it been since you've taken a vacation?

Tell me about it.

I have some wonderful anxiolytics that I can share with you.

Do you want some?

Can I buy you coffee?

Watch my things, Changuito. Tell Don to help you.

- See you later, OK? - Don!

And tamales, too.

- What is it? - Help me.

Talk to her, please, please.

Why would I do that?

- You talk to your husband. - I can't!

I can't get divorced! God forbid!

I have a daughter studying in France. I ́m working for peanuts.

These are things that you wouldn't understand.

I wouldn't understand?

Why don't you tell her something? She's cheating on you.

- That's what you say. - What...?

I showed you the picture! Are you blind or what?

Why hasn't Lia told me about this?

Maybe because she doesn't want you to know.

Lía's not like that.

She's not like that.

Besides,

you can't make anything out of that picture you smeared on my face.

And I don't want to find out things that Lía doesn't tell me.

God forbid you telling that cheater the truth!

- Damn, Blondie! You don't even know her! - Don't call me "Blondie"!

All OK with the "damn" then?

God! I don't know what I was thinking.

Anyway...

Let's start over. What's your name?

Amanda. My name is Amanda.

Amanda. Nice name.

Amanda, I'm Diego. And you have nothing to worry about.

I won't tell anyone and you won't either.

Besides,

we have no friends in common. We live in different worlds.

So,

is your husband like you?

Spoiled, waspy?

- You're an idiot! - Or will you go broke without him?

Hey, calm down!

How can I help? Tell me!

- Come. - Where?

You said you'd help me! Come!

- OK, but I don't have all day. - It won't take long. Come on!

I'll give you some money.

- Why? What for? - So you two leave the country.

- Shit! Are you crazy? - Language!

- Listen, babe... - Amanda.

Whatever. You just offered me money to leave my country?

Now, that's offensive!

- You fucking kidding me? - OK, I was just brainstorming.

Brain... what?

I can't imagine what Lía would see in a guy like your husband.

Are you high? What wouldn't she?

The real question is, what does she see in you?

Let's see.

Roberto is smart, responsible, hard-working. He has money!

But he's a cheater.

Does he like music? Does he like to dance?

Yes, he likes! Music...

- Really? - Classical.

And he dances too. I mean, he doesn't love it

because he's not very good. But he likes it.

- Really? - Does he dance?

You don't even know your own plastic husband. Listen...

Lía is a dance instructor, she sings all day long,

she plays the jarana, the piano... She dances to anything!

- And she has a great sense of humor. - No way!

I can't imagine Roberto with a woman like that.

He's a workaholic!

I can't imagine him dancing to a jarana.

He wouldn't lose his cool. No way!

He is. Otherwise, he couldn't be with Lía.

I think you're talking about another redhead.

Lía works around here.

Look at that! Roberto works around here too.

Are all you rich people the same?

What?

What's going on?

Now, are you going to help me?

Yeah.

And will you tell me what he sees in her?

You tell me what she sees in him!

- Isn't it obvious? - No.

- Yo, Blondie. What's all that stuff? - Don't call me "Blondie."

I want you to see who we are.

I can picture it perfectly.

Wow! You are not poor!

- Fuck, girl! - Language!

I didn't expect this.

Where did you get all those books?

Are they manuals to become a conchero?

Look! Mrs. Amanda has a sense of humor!

I'm serious. Who reads all that?

Lía and I, who else? We're the only ones who live here.

Jesus! What for?

You sing in the street every day. You don't need to study for that.

You don't know shit about music.

What about you? Do you have a degree?

Or, did you get the job through your connections?

Did you flirt with some politician?

- Maybe this was a mistake. - Wait. I also have a sense of humor.

I'm allowed, right?

Put that stuff down.

Show me what you got.

What is it?

Pictures.

Basically, pictures.

Pictures? Let's see.

Want to go to my house?

So?

I can't believe this.

What? So many nice things?

- This is not nice, Blondie. - Amanda.

Whatever.

This is cold, empty, shallow.

Besides these catalogs of painters, sculptors and millionaires' houses,

don't you have real books? The kind that's full of little letters?

In another room.

The TV room.

Upstairs.

French cooking! You like to cook. That's cool!

I'm a terrible cook.

No wonder. You can't even boil an egg?

I know where to order them from.

- How about you two? - "Where to order them."

What?

"It's not ‟where to order them from."

What?

Forget it.

Not to brag, but I'm a great cook and Lía loves to eat.

That's one reason why we're perfect together.

Yeah right! Perfect together.

What if I take you salsa dancing?

How will that help us?

It'll help you understand what your husband likes these days.

Actually...

I have an idea.

You and your brilliant ideas.

Aside from not getting divorced, I don't wanna die tortured.

- Who's gonna torture you? - "Specimen."

"Massacre 68." "Semen."

"Six drinks" "Nuclear Vomit"?

- "Killer Pussy"? Really? - A great band of girls!

Just girls.

Hey. How are you?

Look, Blondie.

- There it is. - It's A-man-You know what?

- Call me whatever you want. - Finally.

No, thanks.

Hey, when it's my turn, you will choose.

What's your last price?

Where were you? At the flea market?

What's gotten into you? It's only seven.

I know, I'm exhausted.

Figures, with all those working dinners...

Yeah, it's been tough. What do you have there?

Nothing.

Just stuff

for the house.

Honey,

now that I'll be on vacation, you know what I was thinking?

What?

I want to take dance lessons. What do you think?

It's a good idea.

Actually, it's a great idea.

Circles. One, two, three, four. Wide.

One... on three.

And one, two, three. Five, six, seven.

Grab a partner.

From the top. Basic step.

And one... Five, six, seven.

One, two, three. Five, six, seven.

- One, two, three... - Guardiola, please.

From the top, guys. Go on!

Would you please help the lady?

You start with a basic step.

And one, two, three.

A cross body. Backwards.

Five, six, basic.

One, two, three.

Cross and basic. One, two, three.

Five, six, seven.

- You got it. - Now we go back again.

Thank you, man.

- This side? - Yes.

Seven, and...

One, two, three. Five, six, seven.

If you wanna dance, you have to dance, Blondie!

Once again. We started here.

- Seven and... - And...

Miss!

You look like a little girl!

Really? Why?

I don't know. You look cheerful.

Maybe you're right.

You should relax more often. I'm glad to see you happy.

I'm taking dance lessons.

That's great.

I haven't seen you dance in a long time.

Come on! I've never danced.

Of course you did. You wouldn't stop dancing all over the place.

And then you stopped.

What are you cooking?

Enchiladas for Mr. Roberto.

Could you make me some?

Of course, Miss!

Don't call me "Miss"! I'm not an ugly lady!

Oh, no. Of course not, Miss!

Mrs!

What is it?

- What? - Where's Amanda?

It's the dance lessons, Honey, I'm starving and sore.

I'm discovering new muscles...

I like you.

- Hello. -Hi, Sweetheart.

Do you want to go to dinner tonight?

I'm in!

- And to dance? - Even better!

- I think it's working! - What, Blondie?

All this dancing and relaxing. He asked me to dinner and dancing.

- Take him to the ballroom. - You're right!

- What? - I will take him there.

- See you in class. - Laters, Blondie.

Cool.

Laters?

How's it going?

What's new? You're early.

Don't even mention it. I got stood up.

- Really? By who? - Susana. Did you pay the rent?

Was it today?

Goddammit, Diego!

Don't tell me you forgot to do it.

- I left you the money on Monday. - Where?

You're fucking kidding me!

- No, really, where? - I can't fucking believe it!

I'm fed up and tired. I don't want to fight with you!

Just tell me what you're doing lately.

You tell me what you're doing! We barely see each other!

Same as always! I dance, I work, and I pay the bills!

And I don't owe you an explanation, you don't do shit!

Fuck, I'm going to bed.

Grow up already! You lazy prick!

Where did you get this place?

There's a lot you don't know about me.

- Step by step... - And you repeat the step.

I can't believe you're leading!

If you wanna dance, you have to dance, Honey!

- Now, you're bragging. - Your turn. That's it!

I THINK IT'S WORKING, THANKS.

Diego...

I CAN'T SAY THE SAME. YOUR TURN, BLONDIE.

- I know what she sees in him. - Really, what?

- His money. - No.

Lía likes his money.

He may be good-looking and all, but that's not the point.

I didn't go for his money. And don't be rude.

Lia wants money.

Wow, that's original. We all want money.

But that's not the point. Trust me.

No.

You know what?

I hate your damn excuses for not facing your husband.

- Remember what you said? - That I can't get divorced.

Because you have a daughter abroad and you get paid peanuts.

Tell me why you haven't talked to her.

I don't like knowing things she doesn't want to tell me.

Why not? You already know it.

- But she hasn't told me. - I told you. You didn't spy on her.

Well, a little.

Because she's not mine. She doesn't belong to me.

We're not like that. I feel like I read her emails.

It's her life! I don't go around spying on her.

You know why? Because I love and respect her.

She's not a thing that I bought.

But...

I don't understand.

We had promised to tell each other everything, the good and the bad.

If we were attracted to someone, we'd talk about it.

I don't know her anymore.

- He didn't buy me, either. - I wasn't talking about you.

- Let's go. - No, let's go back.

No, Diego. Come, sit.

What did you want to be before you became a street act?

- I just wanted to be free. - Free? You can't eat freedom.

Who would pay the bills? Then why did you get married?

You can be with someone and be free.

And who would pay the bills?

You know they're still dating, right?

You know I don't care anymore, right? That's how men are.

What did you just say? You're fucking kidding me!

- We're different. - So, we have to put up with it?

Goddammit. What century are you in?

You're the same as me. Or have you left her yet?

- Diego. - Fuck...

Diego, wait! Diego!

I don't want to put up with it!

Fuck!

Why didn't she tell me?

Why can't she tell me that she doesn't love me anymore?

And you... "That's how men are." Really? We're all the same?

Why don't you tell your husband everything's fine?

That you accept this situation. That there's no problem.

She loves you and money is not the issue.

Maybe to some extent it is, but I don't think that's it.

If I was looking to marry up, it wouldn't be with you!

Not my money, his money.

She wouldn't be with you at all.

Why do you think it's a matter of money?

She pays the rent.

You know what? Let's make money.

Money is not your enemy.

Look at me! What do you see?

- A desperate housewife. - No, really.

- A brat that gave up - Gave up?

No way! Do you know what you see? Somebody willing to change.

I'm not the same person you found spying, am I?

- Don't you notice a difference? - Of course I do.

Me too. I don't see you like I used to.

Lía's not a gold digger, she fell for you!

Something caught her attention. What was it?

No Diego, stop! Please!

- What? - Every single day

we had to put up with your crappy voice!

- Yeah my voice is not fully educated. - Or your guitar!

What?

Every single morning.

Blondie, that's pure street style.

Lighten up!

No, I meant give me a chance.

OK?

Your haunting sounds filled the voids

Between rivers, you transformed my desert

Inner notes sprouted from your hands

Of those multicolored patterned arms

And then, time

And then, the wind

And then, time

Movement

Your smooth and slow movement woke me up

Has shaken and detached this feeling

And then, time

The music that is you

And then, the wind

The music that is you

And then, time

The music that is you

Movement

The music that is you... you

The music that is you

The music that is you

Music that is you

The music that is you

The music that is you

The music that is you... you.

Wow.

- What's wrong with you? - Hey!

Are you nuts? What are you doing in the street?

You still don't believe I like being free.

Free from your talent?

Diego, please, let me help you.

Please! Let me try.

This would be a huge challenge for me.

Let me try to do something with this. May I?

- I don't know if I want to. - Let me try!

I really don't know if I can, but I'd love to try.

I have access in many things.

- "Access to many things," Blondie. - What?

OK.

Let's do it.

But the bureaucracy you know has nothing to do with the music one.

That's me. A bureaucrat.

With an agenda.

- Who now dances salsa. - That's right.

Aren't you recording? You'll love this song.

When I heard it, I couldn't stop thinking about you, your voice, your style.

No, it's not mine! It's a friend's.

He's not a singer, but he composes.

The lyrics are great, and the music. I almost cried.

I'll bring it wherever you are and you can listen to it.

I can't sing it! I don't sing.

Tomorrow? OK, let me write down the address.

OK. Wait.

- Hi. - Hi.

How's life?

Great. Kind of amusing. I'll have the same.

Really? Why?

Because of you, I guess.

But even at home, I feel more relaxed.

My job had become an excuse not to be at home and I hadn't noticed.

But now I'm fine here and there.

Cool.

Thanks.

Rumor has it that happiness can be measured

by how much you want to get back home.

I like that theory.

- How are you doing? - Me?

Well,

not looking forward to going home.

Hi, Diego. It's Amanda.

No dude, the other Amanda!

Yeah, Amanda "The Blondie." Geez!

Listen.

Do you have the rights to the song?

We want to license a song.

- Surname? - Rodríguez.

This is not filled right. Go back to Information.

The full address.

The zip code and everything. You missed filling here.

- Don't! - "R", hyphen...

- Next! - Blue ink?

And a blue ink pen.

- Can I get a lollipop? - Give this man a lollipop.

How did that go?

You need another set of copies.

A set of copies, please.

- Two sets of copies? - Next!

I want another set of copies, please.

We don't accept blue folders or amended documents.

Do you have manila folders?

Yeah, like that.

- Can I get a muffin? - Thank you.

- Didn't you have breakfast? - It's just a muffin.

Give the man the muffin.

And the CD's?

The CD's?

- Diego Rodríguez? - Here!

- Be careful with this. - Yes.

You know what? I'll keep it.

At least let me see it.

It is inexplicably fascinating, authentic.

- Amandita! What a surprise! - Hi!

- Long time no see. - I know.

What are you doing here?

Sit, please.

I hear you want to show Marc a song?

Divine.

Such confidence!

Want to hear him sing?

- Yes, please. - OK.

We have already arrived

To a crazy and disguised trip

There's noise everywhere

The heartbeats are altered...

Diego!

Diego!

Listen to this!

Filled the voids

Between rivers, you transformed my desert...

- You're kidding me! - Bédia recorded it!

- Bédia? - Do you know him?

Not personally, but I know who he is.

Well, he'll include the song in his next album.

Really?

Any other songs in your drawer?

A few.

We'll have to go back to the registration office.

- No, please no! - We have to.

- Please! - Listen!

Movement

The music that is you

And then, the wind

The music that is you

Licha, did Amanda leave early again?

Yes, Sir.

Hi, Ilse.

Hi Ma'am... Good morning.

- I'll tell Mr. Roberto you're here. - Please.

Sir? Mrs. Amanda is here.

- Come in. - Thanks.

You quit?

- Why? - Because I want to do other things.

Besides, working there was your idea.

It wasn't my idea, it was a suggestion.

If you quit now, you won't get your severance pay.

Did you talk to Luis about all this?

- It's not about money. - What?

- Do you have any other options? - Yes, I have

personal

projects.

Sweetie, I don't know. The truth is...

- It ́s important to... - Anyway...

I just wanted you to know.

I love you. Bye.

I must be losing it!

Am I high or did our Amanda just kissed the singer-songwriter?

Did we smoke the same joint or am I delusional?

You've always been delusional.

Imagine me dancing and chanting?

- I'm pregnant. - Congratulations!

- Thanks. - Happy?

- Very. - Please.

- Sit, pregnant lady. - Thank you.

It's fantastic!

I didn't want to tell you yet because I thought I could keep dancing.

But the doctor recommends I give it up.

- I know. - So, I'm thinking yoga or something.

What about you? When?

Damn, Suz. I don't know.

I'd like to, but I don't think so.

Why?

Actually,

I've been thinking.

- Maybe Diego's not the one. - What are you talking about?

- Diego is perfect for you! - Yes, we have a lot in common

and we get along great.

But I don't know. Lately, I've been thinking

that maybe I could do better.

Would that guy across the street have anything to do with this?

Come on! Of course not! What are you talking about?

No! Don't be silly.

- But let's talk about you. - OK.

- I'm really happy for you. - Thanks.

I thought you looked curvy...

But nice, no? Yeah.

I'll take two dozen in different colors, cut the white and the yellow.

OK.

- What do you think? - I love them. Here.

- Thanks. - Blondie, you shouldn't have!

You wish! They are for Lía.

What? Why?

Because we're going to acourt her properly.

- "Court her," Blondie! - Whatever.

I don't know. She hasn't been in a good mood lately.

Even more so!

- And she's not in a good mood with you. - Damn!

Don't even go there! Doesn't make me happy either.

- Have you paid the rent? - I was going to, today.

I'll go with you. I have nothing to do.

Hey, would you teach me to cook?

- How come? - What?

I have free time and I want to court too.

If you teach me, besides bringing flowers to Lía, you'll get her something yummy.

I'll buy everything we need.

- Really, you're paying? - Yes!

- I'm down, Blondie. - Pay the rent first.

They're gonna kick you out!

- And cut the power. - Really, Diego!

- Did you say ten? - Ten ounces.

- Do you need help? - Yes, Lichita. Please wash those pans.

- Yes, Miss. - Hi, Ma'am.

- Hi, Sir. - How do I separate this?

- I can help you. - No, Lichita, I'm learning!

Like I told you, watch...

The whites here...

Your damn kitchen is fucking awesome!

Isn ́t it? I don't even know what I have.

I can imagine.

I think we should open a restaurant.

- We officially lost her! - What? It's a good idea.

We can start with something small.

Organic. Mini.

Takeaway. Like pret-à-manger.

Or we can freeze full meals for the week.

We? Come on, Blondie, you don't even know how to cook.

I don't? Look what we did!

What?

Tell me what we need.

Hi, Gorgeous.

What is that?

A meal that I cooked earlier.

Where?

- At a friend's place. - Thank you.

She's learning to cook and I'm giving her a hand.

- Who is she? - You don't know her.

Did she pay for the class?

Well, we're negotiating.

She should.

Yeah.

Did you pay the rent?

- The rent? - Tell me you did!

The rent... The rent...

Here.

Fine, OK. And the electricity bill?

And the electricity bill, Milady.

Nice!

I love my flowers.

- They're cool, right? - Yeah.

So tell me... What are we celebrating?

Marc Bédia heard my "Lía" song.

He loved it and he's going to record it.

- Really? No! - Yes.

- My song? Really? - Your song.

- Are you kidding me? - No. Really.

- I don't believe you. - Don't believe me.

You'll see.

What a surprise, delicious!

I'll learn more and do better.

Sounds good to me.

Thank you.

You should stop smoking.

I smoke, therefore I am.

Has shaken and detached this feeling

And then, time

The music that is you

And then, the wind

The music that is you

And then, time

The music that is you

Movement...

The song, my friend!

The song.

Waiter!

- Yes, Ma'am? - One bottle of these, please.

Coming right up.

- Are you happy? - Very! You?

Happy to have met you, Ma'am.

To the song.

To the close encounters of the third kind.

Close, very close.

Waiter.

- Yes, Sir? - Could you get us another bottle?

- What? - Sure.

This one is on me.

- OK? - OK.

We're a pair of losers, dude.

We did something wrong.

People don't really change.

You discover who you always were.

What'd we do wrong?

- Something wasn't right. - What was not right?

I always thought

that being faithful and looking good.

Blondie, listen...

That by being the best mom, hostess...

I see something in you that's very you.

I thought it was enough to be me.

The guy she met, fell in love with.

- To be on his team... - I think if you lose who you are,

- what's left? Nothing. - Nothing.

- A ghost. - A ghost.

But if she doesn't come clean,

something will break, for sure.

I'd hate it if he told me.

I think I'd have to leave him.

If he knew that I know what I know. Because I know!

I know.

And I don ́t know if he knows what I know, because I do.

And that worries you, Blondie?

That defines me, my friend.

Years... singing under my window.

Who took my goat to eat paper? Who took my goat?

Get down here, you're wasted!

Who took my goat to eat paper? Who took my goat?

Who took my goat to eat paper? Who took my goat?

Who took my goat to eat paper? Who took my goat?

"Now you do the ‟baaa."

How long have you been staring at me?

I don't know.

What's going on?

I don't know. You tell me what's going on.

About what?

Do you need anything?

You mean, for breakfast?

No, for life.

You know what?

It's just... you don't understand the cycle.

What cycle?

The cycle of life.

You're born, you reproduce,

- and then you die. - And you do?

No, me least of all.

But, I...

Sometimes I wish

I could get a simple kind of life.

I know we've discussed this, but...

I kind of have that chip.

And I think that

a simple kind of life

is not your thing.

I'm lacking a chip?

Sometimes, I wish for a mistake.

But then what?

I heard my song!

On the street. And I loved it!

I was very proud.

- Really? - Really.

Very proud.

- Thank you. - Congratulations! Well done.

- Perfect. - Sure. count on it.

Thank you so much, Jimmy.

- I don't have much experience, but... - We'll help you.

- Allow me. - Hey.

- Do I know you? Hey! - What are you doing?

No! I'm sorry. I was joking.

This is my partner, Diego Rodríguez.

- Nice to meet you. - Hi, man.

The lady is quite the comedian.

Do you want something to drink?

Yes. I'll have a beer. Do you want a beer?

- A stout. - Light for me, please.

- Gladly. - Thanks.

Look at you, Diego!

What are you dressed up for? I told you we were going to work.

You told me we had a "happening."

You know what? Sometimes when people, I don't know... shower,

it helps them look nice.

- Less European. - Right! European!

You came as a European. Jesus Christ.

We're having an anniversary dinner.

- What? - Let me finish.

It's for my aunt. She's going to pay us very well.

The party will be here because they met here and she wants to surprise him.

Why did she hire you? You don't even know how to cook.

It's a party for just 50 people, not a wedding.

- Do you have the permits? - Here's the budget.

The budget? You don't know how much things cost.

The tables will be here.

I'll do the flower arrangements because I'm very good at it.

Flowers?

Here's the menu.

- No way! If I cook I decide the menus. - I didn't tell you, did I?

For a menu you at least need to know the ingredients

- and I only cook what I like. - They will do a video of the song.

And the flowers... A video?

Of my song? Really?

Deal?

Dillyo dawg!

- What? - Let's do it.

OK.

About the video...

Do you care for me?

Sorry, what?

- You didn't hear me? - No.

- Should I repeat the question? - No.

- Yes. - No what? Yes what?

Don't repeat the question. I do care for you.

Why?

- What do you mean why? - That. Why?

Because you're alive.

As opposed to what?

Too easy.

If I just need to breathe...

- And? - I don't know.

- You don't know? - I don't know how to put it.

Because you sing, you dance, you eat, you laugh.

- And you? - Me, what?

Why do you care for me?

I didn't say I cared for you.

Your haunting sounds filled the voids...

- Hey, come! - No, no.

- I need help with this dance! - I don't know how to.

Inner notes sprouted from your hands

Of those multicolored patterned arms...

This place is awesome, Blondie!

It looks like the morgue.

Of course not!

- This is a real kitchen. - It's empty, Diego.

Let's do this. We have to see how to turn the gas on.

If the oven and the stove work.

Blondie, Blondie!

Wake up! Come on!

I don't know what to do.

OK, listen. The dinner's tomorrow, right?

Find out when was the last time they used this beautiful kitchen.

Ask around, investigate.

Ask around, investigate.

- Don't put the lid on. - Why?

It has to cool down first.

OK.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

So, I'll see you at four?

It's a dinner party Diego, but we have to get here early,

to check the tables, the flowers...

- I meant four in the morning. - What?

Remind me, who's all our staff?

- We have the waiters. - The waiters arrive at six.

Have you seen all we still need to do?

Alright, OK.

Four. Are we going back to the flower market?

No, but we have to pick up the bases for the flowers.

So why are we meeting here? I'll pick you up at five.

- At five o'clock in my place? - Yep.

Quarter to.

OK. Quarter to.

Let's go.

Oh my God! I forbid it!

No way I'm letting you wear that shirt

at my Aunt Elvira's anniversary party!

Out of the question.

OK with the hair, but change that shirt!

Damn, I liked this shirt so much!

And now?

Come, come.

What now?

- You don't like the necklace. - It's awful.

That's a little better.

How do I look?

You're not my type, Blondie.

- You're not my type, either. - That's what's weird.

Give me a break.

Dear friends, attention!

I want to tell you that these two are responsible

for the great dinner we enjoyed tonight.

Thanks to you. But let's toast to the anniversary.

Thank you.

To 50 more years of joy.

- Cheers. - Cheers!

Cheers!

Diego, an all-nighter!

Yeah.

Miss Amanda, everything's done. We're leaving.

Thank you, Jimmy. This is for you and the guys.

Thank you. Good night.

Morning!

- It all worked out very well. - The money was good.

- Long hours! - Yes.

How will you spend it?

First, I'll pay three months' rent in advance.

I'll go see the landlady today.

That will make Lía very happy.

Yes. But I'm not doing it for her, this one's for me.

It'll feel good in here.

And for her, I'll clean up the house.

Cool. Why don't you take some flowers for her?

I also want to buy something for Changuito.

The boy that's always with me.

- He's your kid? - No!

I take care of him while his grandmother works.

He's a good kid.

So you're a babysitter too!

There's no way I'd let you babysit my daughter.

Do you still see me like that?

I don't. I swear I don't. I was just kidding. Honest.

- Come on, I'll give you a ride. - Cool. Let's go.

What's up, Gorgeous?

Lia, don't scare me. What's wrong with you?

Diego...

We need to talk.

I need you to forgive me.

I

Felt that...

I thought that

I needed something...

that I already had.

I don't...

I don't know how to say this.

I...

I don't even know what we were looking for.

We both made a mistake.

We both made a mistake?

Let me try to explain.

IT'S OVER, BLONDIE, THEY'VE BROKEN UP.

Your haunting sounds filled the voids

Between rivers, you transformed my desert

Inner notes sprouted from your hands

Of those multicolored patterned arms

And then, time

And then, the wind

ONE YEAR LATER

And then, time...

Look at these dolls!

- They're cute! - And the bat!

How much is it?

Diego!

- Blondie! - Hi.

- How are you? - Fine. Honey, this is Diego, my partner.

This is Roberto, my husband, and Natalia, my daughter.

- Hi. - Beautiful.

- This is Lía, my wife. - Nice to meet you!

- Me too. - We finally meet!

- Congratulations. - Thanks.

These are Roberto and Natalia.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Did you get those royalties? - Yeah, a while ago.

The song is doing amazing. Did you watch the video?

- I did, but... - What?

- I liked it. - Bédia's video, Mom?

- Yes, dear. - It's your song?

- Yes. - It's amazing! I love it!

He taught me to cook. I go with him to my catering gigs.

I'm a fan of your leftovers.

- We'll always keep them for you. - Thanks.

Well, it was great seeing you.

- A pleasure. - Likewise.

- Ciao. - Take care.

- See you soon. - Bye.

The music that is you

The music that is you

The music that is you

The music that is you... you.

TO JUAN AND FELI