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The heart has reasons which reason does not know.

Blaise Pascal

Reasons of the Heart

Screw‘em! Let their grandma open the door!

Me? Let them in?

Nope, no way, not a chance!

They’re here again!

Ding dong ding I can’t hear a thing!

You’re making a mess!

It’s the 20th already.

Is it?

Yes, and your husband said he gave you the maintenance check…

…over a week ago. That’s what he told me!

Did he?

Then it must be true.

I’ll give it to you later when I go out.

I’m listening.

I’m listening.

Hello.

Yes, it’s me.

No, of course not. This is the first time I called you.

I just woke up.

It wasn’t me. I was in the shower.

It wasn’t me. I’m no child!

You want me to swear it? To sign it?

So?

Shall I come up?

Now that no one’s around.

Just for a second, a moment.

You and me all alone.

Then you can do your stuff.

OK, your rehearsal, whatever.

No, I’m not reproaching you…

…it’s just that…

…you used to be the one to say: a moment, a quickie!

You and me before…

I’m not complaining, but…

Hello, Hello.

It’s me, again.

I thought we got cut off.

I just wanted to say goodbye.

Just that.

It’s me…

…so you can send me a kiss.

Asshole!

Here I am waiting and waiting for you to call. And you?

Now you have qualms.

Nothing used to bother you.

Not even your rehearsal.

All you cared about was me, just me.

I’m just on my way out, come back another day.

So you say.

Let me remind you that if the larva grow…

…there’s no stopping them.

They are crafty!

I was just leaving. Going out the door.

It won’t take a minute. If I don’t do it now…

…I’ll have to bill for the whole week.

This is included in the grace period.

Not to mention what you already owe us!

Leave it here and you can come back.

It’s almost lunchtime.

And my little girl has delicate lungs.

When you fumigate, she has to stay out until late.

As you say…

…but I came, yes I did.

You came, don’t worry.

I’ll take care of it, just between us.

You can take the time to have your lunch.

Tell your boss I’ll pay up next week.

Hey, thanks. Really, thanks.

Mom, it’s me.

I was wondering if you can lend me…

…what I asked for.

Javier hasn’t gotten his bonus yet…

…but as soon as we break even, I’ll pay you back.

You said you’d call when you found out…

…if you could get an advance.

No?

Call me as soon as you know. Don’t say anything to Javier.

He keeps these things to himself.

Yeah, he’s just like that.

Call him neurotic, if you like.

No, he is not from another class.

As if we were royalty!

Damn it, I don’t know why I ask you to help me out.

Mom.

Again.

Again what?

It’s almost three.

I had a terrible day.

I have problems and that’s why…

…but we’ll go to McDonald’s and get you a hamburger…

…and some apple pie. Won’t that be better?

No. We always eat out.

Well, you don’t like what I make.

All the kids in my class go home and find lunch ready…

…and their mother bathed, not like you!

You don’t cook or clean the house.

You were born cursed!

You were born my daughter!

Listen to my advice…

…you win the raffle with any of those brats and…

…live their life!

I tell you this because you are my daughter.

But you won’t have the same rotten luck I do.

I’ll make sure you don’t make the same mistakes I did.

I’m going to take care of you.

Not like my dolt of a mother who didn’t look after me.

Do you think I want you…

…to run off with the first poor devil who says to you:

Grab your stuff and come with me?

No.

I may be bad at having your lunch ready, but I won’t let you…

…run off with the first creep who whistles under your window.

Aren’t you my little girl?

My sweetie?

I take care of you, OK?

In my own way, but I do take care of you and love you, honey.

Come on, forgive me.

I woke up with the devil inside me…

…and then…

…then it has been one of those black days…

…days where…

…you don’t want to know.

No, I don’t want to know!

I’m ten years old. I’m a child, your daughter!

I don’t want to know anything!

Anything at all, you know?

Ding dong ding I can’t hear a thing!

Ding dong ding I can’t hear a thing!

That has to be heated. It’s frozen food!

It was, it has been out since yesterday…

…so it’s not frozen anymore. It’s room temperature.

We’re almost out of gas…

…and the microwave is broken.

Frozen food is precooked.

I told you I would take you out. That’s all there is here.

The oven works.

You just don’t feel like cooking for me.

You never do and I’m your daughter.

You can’t eat it like that!

You have to cook it. It says so on TV.

You got me.

Do you really want to be one of their daughters?

The ones with clean houses?

Hot food?

Smiling like an idiot all the time?

Yes.

And where are you going?

To grandma’s.

Don’t worry.

I won’t tell her there’s no food and the house is a mess.

Go on! Beat it! Scram!

Go to grandma’s house! Get out of my sight!

Don’t tell her about the microwave.

It would only be an excuse to insult your dad…

…her favorite sport.

Where’s the change?

I spent it.

Save yourself. You’re right.

Your grandma, the other moms.

Ruti the concierge.

Anyone but me!

Go to your grandma, kiddo.

She’ll feed you and you can watch TV together.

She’ll spoil you.

She’ll love you better than I do!

The rehearsal has started.

Every day until six, the same rubbish, right?

No.

It’s not six yet.

Six fourteen.

I waited until it was on the dot.

Six by the weather station.

Six fourteen, what the hell?

Are you counting minutes on me now?

They are minutes of my rehearsal.

Not even in jail do they time you by the weather station.

Fourteen damned minutes!

I’ve been waiting for you for fourteen hours!

Since the sun rose.

Since Javier left this morning.

Fourteen hours waiting!

Doesn’t that count?

No, that doesn’t count.

Because you made that up.

I didn’t ask you to wait for me.

I wish you had something to do other than wait for me.

Play canasta, tennis…

…worship San Martin Caballero. Anything!

You smother me, Emilia!

You don’t let me breathe.

You crush my chest with your reproaches.

And what are you doing to me now?

Nicolás, you are the one reproaching my reproaches.

Nicolás!

Fuck, now comes the conjugal fight!

Ladies and gentelmen, place your bets. Here comes the fight!

Like those couples who have been together for years…

…but can’t stand each other.

And the worst of it, Emilia…

…is that we can’t stand each other and aren’t even married…

…nor have we been together for years.

You have your life and I have mine.

It’s not my fault you took a fancy to me.

I never promised you bliss or even a romantic weekend…

…in Acapulco. And now I’m the one paying…

…for you not finding any meaning in motherhood.

Would you rather I be doing homework with my daughter…

Would you rather I be doing homework with my daughter…

Get into your bed?

Yes. You know, I would.

So my love smothers you…

…takes away your air!

Yes, my love wants to destroy your saxophone.

But I swear I won’t love you anymore.

I won’t chase you.

I won’t even think about you.

I won’t think about you except when you think about me.

I won’t want you, except when you want me.

You let me know when to think of you.

You let me know when to want you.

Like a slave.

Stop saying stupidities!

A slave! Just imagine!

Yes, I want to be your slave.

And the last thing you want is a slave.

That’s how it is.

Screwed, right?

Do I have to tell you, or can you guess?

You know as well as I do.

So I might as well come out and say it:

We’d better finish it.

Shush, don’t say it. You can’t say that!

Shut up!

I would rather have an emissary to send…

…all serious and formal…

…to announce the end of my affair with Emilia Victoria Gallardo…

But I don’t, woman, more’s the pity!

I never wanted to do you wrong.

I may be an asshole, but I’m not a bastard.

No, no more.

They are Italian, for your concert. I bought them at El Palacio.

No, no more! I don’t want them!

You haven’t even seen them.

Just look. Soft leather.

Italian.

Yes, they are nice.

You see?

I told you so! For you, lover.

They’re yours, lover.

No, Emilia, not any more.

No more. We have to put a stop to this and I just did so.

What about me? What will I do with the shoes?

Give them to your husband.

To Javier? No way.

He doesn’t wear stuff like that.

Well, he’ll learn.

Take them away.

Goodbye, Emilia.

Keep them! You keep them!

I maxed out the credit card to buy them…

…and now you tell me to give them to him!

You break it off just like that!

Well, I don’t think so!

I won’t leave!

Not from your life or this godforsaken rooftop.

Just try and make me!

I’m not some old rag gathering dust in a drawer.

Don’t beg, Emilia.

By whatever you hold dearest.

For your daughter, show some dignity!

You want me to show dignity?

Rejection and dignity…

…the perfect combination.

Rum and coke.

The Cuba Libre of the evasive suitor.

The combination that wipes away remorse.

Stop it!

You’ll regret this tomorrow.

Not tomorrow.

Today, today!

This very afternoon.

I regret it right now.

Everyone’s lungs fail.

You buy anyone a gift and whammy!

They are out of breath.

You tell them you love them more than life itself…

…and their bronchial passage closes up.

Like tadpoles away from the pond.

I tell you I bought you some Italian shoes…

…and you suffocate until your cerebellum withers!

Stop it! Stop it!

At least give our memories a break.

Why would I want to remember you when you’re still here?

If you weren’t so ordinary…

…you’d know that stories like ours are best savored in memory.

No way!

Are you crazy?

You leave me, you break my heart…

…and you start playing that piece of shit?

I’m busy.

Of course you’re busy.

Busy breaking my heart.

Emilia, have mercy.

Have mercy on yourself.

And have mercy on me.

Don’t make me get goose bumps every time I hear you coming.

I hear you lurking and I say to myself:

Now she will want me to kiss her.

To put my hand under her dress.

To tell her that I love her.

To fuck her, again and again.

Insatiably, interminably.

I make the sign of the cross.

Emilia, you give me goose flesh.

You scare me.

Your love scares me.

And you were so good at begging me.

Before.

Before.

You finished the chocolate cake and said:

Enough, goodbye now.

Bye, bye.

But in the beginning you wanted it so!

I wanted you before you suffocated me.

And yeah, you know? I don’t any more.

So leave or I’ll kick you out.

I didn’t decide to wear out your patience.

To make you stop wanting me.

It’s just that my love is too big for me.

And when love overflows, it drowns those closest.

It isn’t on purpose.

Nico, give me another chance.

I’ll let you rehearse.

I won’t hover to see when you get home.

I won’t do anything to take your air.

Nico, everyone has a right to another chance, don’t they?

Answer me!

Don’t leave me talking to myself.

Don’t make me feel like I’m crazy!

Go away!

Get out of my life!

Yes. You are crazy. Crazy and I don’t love you!

I swear I won’t.

I won’t reproach you.

I won’t smother you.

I swear I won’t suffocate you any more!

I swear I won’t give you things.

I swear that I swear!

She’s a mother.

They were your size.

Afternoon.

May I help you?

Do you want some help?

What’s the matter? You are all wet.

Yes, a little.

The roof is all full of puddles, potholes.

And the landlord, good for collecting rent, but no repairs.

Yes.

If you make demands, you have to do your part.

Clean stairs, a roof without holes, clean the water tanks.

Give me that. Look how heavy it is.

Where I’m from, we aren’t used to women carrying things.

God gave them delicate arms so we could fetch and carry for them.

And don’t go all feminist on me, it doesn’t suit you.

Leave that to the ugly ones, the abandoned ones.

Those two things always go hand in hand.

Just look at them and you’ll see I’m not wrong.

Me, a feminist?

On the contrary.

My misfortune is quite the contrary.

So, tell me.

Don’t go home yet.

You’ll frighten your child.

Because the little girl with braids is your daughter, no?

Come to my house and have a little drink.

To wipe the fear from your face and settle your nerves.

You’re so pale.

Good looking, but pale.

Some other time, I’m busy today.

No, mam, you are not busy.

You are about to fall apart.

But bad company is better than none at all.

A drink, a friend and all the rest.

Don’t play hard to get.

Don’t say no to life.

You have to gather your rosebuds and all.

No, please.

OK, OK.

It’s your call.

No music.

There are days when music will break your heart.

And today must have been one of those.

But you’re here now, safe and sound.

The two of us talking.

Tequila in hand.

As the poets in my town used to say…

…two souls together.

Just the two of us.

A man and a woman.

And I say, not just a woman…

…a real female.

Made to live intensely…

…for a man who can pleasure her…

…a real man, who can deliver, pamper her.

What size shoe do you wear?

I’m glad you’re home.

I was worried.

With a prayer on my lips. It’s dark already.

I’ve been here a long time.

So you must not have been that worried.

Yes I was worried! How would you know?

Besides, I remembered you were going to grandma’s.

She takes better care of you than I do.

Everyone takes better care of me than you do.

I care for you in my own way.

I went up to wash clothes.

Because I care what you wear tomorrow.

I do mommy things, too, you know?

Isabel, I do my best.

The best I can!

You’re always on the roof.

Only on the roof.

Did grandma give you dinner or do you want something?

After you’re gone all afternoon, at least she should feed you.

She didn’t want me to be late and you to worry.

Mom told you she worried?

She’s like that.

She thinks worrying is the sacred duty of mothers.

If I worry myself sick, I am the best of mothers.

The melodrama school of mothering.

That’s what she believes.

That’s what she taught me.

That’s what she wants me to teach you.

No, Isabel, no.

People can love without anguish.

I wish I had learned to love without pain.

But she didn’t teach me.

OK, let’s change the subject. This is going nowhere.

You haven’t had dinner and I should ask you…

…are you hungry?

I ate leftovers from the fridge.

I got home hours ago.

You should have eaten there.

I bet your grandma had dinner.

Her maid always leaves it ready.

Oh, my mother!

She’s so good at making me feel bad.

And bad at making you dinner.

She lectures all day long and then spends hours and hours…

…glued to Cosmo Channel.

You don’t know how it hurts me…

…it hurts me to be like this with you.

I know you would like to come home…

…and find me waiting…

…and do your homework together and…

…and make French toast.

And go shopping together to pick your gym suit…

…and laugh…

Oh, baby, if I could promise to change…

…to be someone else…

…like one of those TV moms…

A real mother and not the one you got…

But why tell you I’ll change…

…you are what you are…

…and that’s who I am.

The merchandise cannot be exchanged.

You don’t want to. You don’t want to, or even try.

How do you know?

I’ve tried and tried!

I’ve tried to be someone else, not just for you…

…or for your father, or even for me!

Out of inertia!

Just so everyone would say:

Look how changed she is.

You’re going to burn yourself.

Get out! Go somewhere else with your drama!

I thought you wanted to be different.

Go on! Go outside a while!

Your mother needs to be alone.

Alone with herself and her stuff…

You’re having your period. That must be it.

You always get like this.

Yes, right, PMS, you know how I get.

Take your dinner. You know you’re hungry.

Little girl…

Give this to your mother and stop playing here. Damn it!

Isa, Isa…

Here.

Don’t be rude to the gentelman.

Say thank you.

Take the ball and say thank you.

Excuse her.

You know how kids get sometimes.

Yeah, they’re like that sometimes.

You know, I hear you play the saxophone from my room…

…in the early morning when it’s all quiet.

I hear you and I say…

…I wish I were like him…

…doing lovely things.

Like playing, for example.

I play like shit.

A shitload better than I do.

Isa, say goodnight.

Goodbye, Isa.

We don’t like him, do we?

We like all the neighbors.

He’s not a neighbor.

As far as I know, he is.

Just another neighbor.

Go to your room.

Clean it up.

I’m going to check that it’s fit for a princess.

Because, you are one, right?

My princess Elisabeta of Baviera, disguised as a schoolgirl, right?

And then, homework.

Then, homework.

Isabel.

Why don’t you have dinner first.

You’re going to want some.

I brought shortcakes, the kind you like.

It’s not the shortcakes I like…

…it’s the cupcakes with sprinkles.

They’re made from the same dough.

Almost.

I got the vacation memo today.

They are going to stagger them after all.

Mine will be at the end of November.

And what about me?

Yeah, what about her?

Why would you want a vacation when she’s in exams?

Her at school and you at home.

Yeah, shut in at home.

Barricaded in the house…

…two weeks without seeing the street.

That sounds so great!

To watch TV from morning to night in my pijamas.

Eat éclairs in bed.

Do crossword puzzles.

How boring!

Your father is boring and selfish!

You loafing about and your daughter without a vacation!

I’ve wanted to treat myself to that for a long time.

All day long, north to south, south to north.

In the subway, the microbus, the…

You should buy yourself a car.

I should, I should.

One of these days I’ll treat myself to that.

You’ll see, I’ll fix the vacations.

But they assigned them alphabetically.

I got the middle of the semester.

They screwed me! I know she’s having exams. You think I don’t?

But if I’m asking for the loan, I can’t get pushy.

Look here, my wife and daughter want me to take them to the beach.

And he says: I thought you were broke.

And I know a vacation isn’t the same as buying a house…

…but they catch you up if they can.

They come out with: I caught you…

…you bought some cigarettes and potato chips.

Didn’t you say you were saving up for a house?

The boss does it to mess with you.

Just to try your patience.

Because he doesn’t really care.

It’s not his money, it’s the bank’s.

I’ve earned it!

You and the girl go on vacation by yourselves.

Have a good time on your own.

If you enjoy it, I’m happy.

No.

Go for Holy Week.

You could use a good time with your daughter.

No.

She’s a big girl now.

She’ll be company.

No.

Of course she will.

She understands and talks.

You’re going with her.

No!

No means no!

I can’t.

Look at me Javier. Look how I am.

You tell me if I can go with the kid.

Poor thing.

What if the devil gets into me and I pass it on to her?

I do this for her. For her sake only!

If you make an effort…

Where there’s a will there’s a way.

Make an effort? A will?

You tell me how. It’s not so easy to find the will!

Oh, Emilia.

That’s what I say…

Oh, Emilia!

Why don’t you see a doctor?

So he can give me pills?

Capsules for the crazy?

Crazy from washing dishes and scrubbing the floor.

Besides, I’ve already tried them.

They don’t get rid of my sorrow or give me the will.

They just make my mouth dry and make me sleepy.

This wasn’t what we planned.

It wasn’t this, you know it.

Life really screwed us over.

You aren’t the one I hoped for, and I’m not what you thought.

You are the one that…

Who are you trying to fool?

Me or yourself?

No, Javier, life screwed us over!

It really fucked us!

What’s worse, I treaded upon you! And you me!

Or tell me…

…which of us rationally chose to live in this hell?

This isn’t a hell.

Emilia, it’s life.

Real life.

And it’s like this for everyone.

Don’t you know that the upstairs neighbor and the one downstairs…

…your grandma and my aunt all married their Prince Charmings…

…to live happily ever after…

…without ever tiring of it, and it didn’t come true?

They and I resign ourselves.

Why?

Because that’s life.

You have to pay for the bread, the gas…

…save up and get bored…

…and resign yourself.

And nothing of the sort! That may be everyone’s life!

Look out the window, Javier.

In every…

…little window there’s a life like that…

…a real one!

I can’t do it.

It’s not that I don’t want to…

…I just can’t.

Don’t you think I wish I could conform myself and accept…

…that my life is bound by the 84 meters of this apartment?

Damn it!

You filled your head with shit.

Like some character from a pulp novel.

Emilia, you have everything…

…the daughter, the husband, the little apartment…

…the life you deserve.

And that’s how it is for everyone in this shit city.

It’s the same for you.

You see? It’s a shitty life for you, too.

I thought you were so happy with me.

With Emilia the dreamer.

The one who is always making up nonsense.

The one who made you feel so tender before we got married.

Yes, that Emilia.

That Emilia.

Have you ever thought that life is such a bitch…

…that it can make you hate someone…

…for the very reason you once loved them?

Now you fault me for being a dreamer.

Before you used to say: You live on the moon, and loved it.

Before, Isa wasn’t your little princess.

I was your little princess!

And now you hate me for it!

Because I’m a little princess.

Because I won’t resign myself…

…because I dream and get my hopes up.

You hate me for the very things you used to love me for.

Dare to admit it. You’ll feel better, liberated.

I swear I don’t hold it against you.

What’s more, I understand it.

Today we are baring our breasts.

It was long overdue.

Because, you know? I feel the same.

What I used to like about you, I now find smothering.

You were so serene, so masculine, so quiet.

I said: This one will take care of me for sure.

And you took care of me.

You locked me in your castle.

But your castle wasn’t made of glass.

Not even stone.

It was made of rubbish with linoleum floors.

I screwed you, you screwed me!

We screwed up our lives without even trying!

Enough.

Can we talk tomorrow?

Why tomorrow?

Emilia, because I work!

Isn’t it enough to know that I love you?

No, that isn’t enough for you.

Repossession for amount due.

Fuck, it’s in dollars, the bastards!

They’re repossessing on the interest, too!

What the hell can they take from this house…

…to pay for what they say I owe them?

12 o’clock.

Before noon?

What did I do? What have I done?

I’m really messed up!

I didn’t hear you get up.

I hardly slept.

I’m really late, it’s almost…

It’s only seven.

Have some.

I’ll put on some coffee.

No.

Have breakfast, then you can take a nap.

They’re going to fumigate.

If I don’t tell them a day in advance, they charge me.

What about the loan?

Did you get it?

No, I didn’t ask for it.

You said you didn’t ask for a vacation because of the loan…

…and you didn’t even ask for it? Why the hell not?

It was a mortgage.

It’s only to buy a house.

Exactly!

Javier, we have to get away from the roaches and loser neighbors.

Do you want your daughter to end up…

…with the life you gave me?

Emilia, not now, please.

When?

Shall I wait until Saturday, after you had your nap?

Javier!

It’s easy for you.

You’re gone all day and don’t even see the roaches.

Get me out of here!

Away from this house and this life!

Remember you promised to make me happy?

You were going to give me rainbows.

Keep your promise, Javi.

Please keep it.

I’m begging you. For our daughter.

Because she is the only good thing we’ve done together.

Get me out of here!

I can’t.

What about the loan?

What about the loan?

And how are we going to pay off the loan?

Demand a raise.

Demand?

Thank your lucky stars I haven’t been fired.

They’re hiring toddlers with graduate degrees.

I’m in no position to demand anything.

The only reason they haven’t fired me is because…

…they haven’t noticed I’m still there…

…sitting quietly in a corner.

It’s getting late.

Late for what?

If your strategy is not to be noticed…

…don’t worry…

…no effort is required.

How I would have liked not to let you down.

Never mind. We both did each other wrong.

Don’t let Isabel see you like this.

You know how it upsets her.

Princess.

If you had a bad night, I can finish them.

Give me the comb.

You have the prettiest hair in the whole world.

Have I told you that I love you?

I know. Have I told you that I love you?

I know.

But have I told you?

Yesterday, my English teacher asked us to bring…

Have I told you?

OK, then listen to me.

I love you.

I want to spell it out for you: I love you.

I love you and everything I do in life I do for you.

Just for you.

Promise me you won’t let any fear...

...any stubbornness any love tie you down.

Beware of loves: Isabel.

Yes.

Isabel!

Listen to me!

Look at me and run from them like the plague.

Nico: you bastard!

You just leave me like this.

You rehearsing your damned saxophone...

...and me like a discarded rag!

Emilia!

Emilia open up damn it! It’s Jacquie your neighbor.

I don’t understand how you get by without a maid.

It’s not like you had anything to steal.

They make more than a college professor anyway.

That’s not it.

What then?

I don’t know nothing. I just hate having a witness.

They’re not witnesses: they’re the help.

Maids.

Well I came to see about the trip.

What trip?

To Disneyland don’t you remember?

The girls and us to Disneyland.

To get away from the chores and the crap.

I don’t have a red cent.

We all every one of us: have shopping money.

You promised! If you don’t go: my husband won’t let me go.

You know how jealous he gets.

Take the kid.

Don’t tell me he’s suspicious of her.

His head is full of cobwebs.

He’s liable to turn up some night to catch me red handed.

Can you picture him disguised as Donald Duck?

Kicking down the door and yelling I caught you now!

And I come back with: Fuck you!

So he can see how my English lessons have paid off.

I don’t know what’s gotten into you.

You don’t even laugh at my babbling anymore.

Some days are better than others.

And some: you’re down in the dumps.

A fine time to tell me you’re not coming.

Well: whatever.

No: you know what? It does matter.

And not for me and my little girl.

For you.

Just look at you.

Your hair’s a mess bags under your eyes like a raccoon...

Do it for yourself.

The money you spend on yourself is for the kid.

Give your husband a sob story.

And if that doesn’t work: put it on plastic.

How long has it been since you said

I’ll take it! Without asking the price.

How long: if you ever did?

I don’t know about you: but I’m getting mine in this life!

If I were you: I would drink it.

I checked the pantry and there isn’t any more.

Are you on a supermarket strike or something?

I don’t want coffee because I don’t want to wake up.

But you have to!

Coffee has riboflavin an enzyme that gets your neurons going.

It cleans out dead cells in your brain.

Where do you get all that bullshit?

From internet where do you think?

Do you think I don’t have days when my ass is dragging?

Do you think I don’t have days when my ass is dragging?

Vade retro!

Better to face the grim reaper than that hag in the mirror.

Then I say No way!

And look at me all spruced up.

Why do you think I started taking yoga classes?

To use my head.

To have a purpose: no matter how dumb.

You get up and say: Damn you life...

...either I eat you up or you eat me!

It’s not that easy. Life is an effort for me.

this for everyone but we don’t go all corny.

Sadness begets sadness. For you: your husband your house.

You even pass it on to your child.

Invent projects capoeira classes study Chinese.

It’s very useful.

Your kid will grow up soon enough...

...and then it’s your turn.

You get a little lift: a boob job.

I don’t know about you: but I’m not dying with this face.

I want to be buried with my real face...

...the one I had before.

You know?

I may even have my hymen restored and have another coming out.

Can they do that?

They use pig ears.

Barf!

No barf about it: it’s just the membrane.

Jacquie: that’s for failed virgins...

...but you? Your husband must be used to it.

Who said husband?

It would be for me. Maybe a little fling.

I have a nest egg that even God doesn’t know about.

In a few years when he’s chasing after some young thing...

...I’ll say Up yours buster!

Don’t you listen to your husband!

Don’t believe a thing he says!

They always say they’re short on cash...

...but who knows who they’re squandering it on.

My husband isn’t like that.

They’re all like that. Sooner or later they’re like that.

So get yours while the getting’s good.

You have to make men pay.

He has his defects but that’s not one of them.

Too bad. In the long run: that one can pay off.

So: for the last time: Are you coming or not?

I’ll tell you tomorrow.

That’s what you said last week.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow always tomorrow.

Why tomorrow?

What?

You’ll go bald like that but never mind.

1, 2, 3... 4, 25, 37...

Oh: Jacquie I have a lover.

What?

A lover lover.

I don’t know what to do. I just don’t know.

You sly thing! You sure kept that hush hush...

You sly little Missy...

I’m telling you because... Look.

When did you go to Los Cabos?

I didn’t he did.

These are his bills?

He sure didn’t skimp!

Why didn’t you go?

He had to go alone he was looking for work.

I lent him my card.

He was going to the University to apply as a teacher.

He’s a conservatory musician.

A conservatory in Los Cabos? They don’t even have schools.

For your information Baja has a first rate symphony orchestra...

...all Russian musicians: defectors.

Russian defectors? Defectors from where?

And even if it were true him there and you here...

...what the hell good is a lover a thousand miles away?

No good at all I know.

How shameless.

Yes, but he said he needed it.

How could you understand?

He’s an artist.

An Artist! Now you tell me he’s an artist, someone exceptional?

Yeah, I know, I know!

I do, I don’t need you to scold me.

He’s the one from the roof.

The Cuban from the roof?

The Cuban?

And you pay his way to Baja so he can cross the border?

That’s all they care about.

But he didn’t go.

You may say it was a fluke: but he didn’t go.

So: what do you need?

For you to lend me the money. To save me!

Me?

Yes, you!

How much?

Just enough to stop the repossession.

Repossession? What repossession?

When?

I don’t know. Tomorrow. Today.

Day after tomorrow, the next knock on the door.

Emilia, I don’t have that much.

Anything, whatever you have.

Only because of that look on your face.

Just think.

I came to egg you on for Disneyland…

…and end up giving you the fares.

But I need more.

And where do you expect me to get it from?

From the devil itself, if needs be!

Do you want me to beg? I beg you!

To kiss the soles of your feet?

Cut the crap!

I’ll give you the fares. That’s it.

Jacquie, why don’t you ask your husband?

Yeah, sure, right away!

I’ll give you what I can, that’s the best I can do.

Don’t cash this until tomorrow.

I milk the paychecks like a cow.

There’s no money today…

…don’t even try.

But the repossession is today.

Too bad.

Take it before I change my mind.

Tell me.

Was it worth it?

Because you know, they can’t take away your memories.

It was worth it.

Of course it was.

He left this morning, like a bat out of hell.

The roof is a pigsty.

It needs a good cleaning.

He said he’ll come back for his stuff.

He left me his horn as security.

He’s going to come by later to pay me.

Listen.

I sent you a paper with your child.

Did she give it to you? It looked important.

Not that it’s any of my business.

And it doesn’t matter to me anyway.

You know, they all run away.

All of them, I swear. They’re just not worth it.

Have you seen how you look? How pale you are?

Have a drink and get him out of your system.

And since when do you care if I’m pale or got dumped?

You should be glad.

I should be glad.

You’re always so stuck up.

But maybe it’s not for you but for me.

Once I was carrying a torch for a guy who left…

…overnight, just like this one.

And who would have thought, seeing how you bug me…

…that I’d be trying to cheer you up.

Is the woman from #4 around?

No.

She has my fumigation pump. And today’s the review.

If they see I’m missing equipment, I’ll be in trouble.

Knock, maybe she’ll answer.

I’ve been trying for a while and nothing.

She’s probably not home.

Unless she owes you something and is hiding.

If you see her, please tell her.

Explain it isn’t about the money.

Just my equipment.

Look, this is my company.

Fulmimax, mice, bedbugs, cockroaches.

Your rat killer just left.

He was mad as hell. Looking for you.

That’s his problem.

Can I come in?

I can’t right now.

I’ll invite you. Won’t you come?

Yesterday, my kid had friends over and they made a mess.

I have an appointment, a very important appointment.

You should have told me before.

Not on the spur of the moment.

It’s just that… Just for a while.

Yes, a little while.

Your husband is not here?

Hello, tell them I’ll be late.

Come, sit down.

I wanted to talk to you.

You want to talk to me?

Talk to me about what?

Oh, Jasper, I don’t know.

I need money.

You want me to give you money? That’s it?

For yesterday, I guess.

But you’re the one who wanted it.

I saw that you were sad and tried to cheer you up.

And then, we each went our way.

Where did the money thing come from?

I only ask because I need it bad!

And why me? Ask someone else.

Someone you know.

There must be someone in the building.

If there were, do you think I’d be asking you?

Come on!

No, I haven’t got any.

I don’t need you to give it to me.

You can cash this check tomorrow at nine.

You’re giving me a check that isn’t even yours?

What if it bounces?

What if I get into trouble?

No, not me.

Trouble? Of course not.

It’s legal, I swear.

I’m telling you…

That’s the thing.

Why? I live here.

You know where to find me. I’m your neighbor.

That’s the thing. You know where to find me. I’m your neighbor.

That’s the thing.

That’s it. You’re my neighbor…

And what’s done is done.

And now you want money out of me and to get me into trouble.

Make no mistake, we aren’t friends.

I say we are.

And I say we aren’t.

If it hadn’t been for yesterday…

…I would have thought: This is a lady with a kid and a husband.

But if you get out of line…

…I say: What’s up with her?

Don’t get all over me. Don’t try to make a fool of me.

You don’t trust me because we went to bed?

Well, yeah.

Before yesterday, you wouldn’t ask me for the time of day.

And then…

…right after yesterday’s mutual agreement…

…today you come on all slutty and looking for a handout.

They’re going to repossess my stuff.

The TV, the fridge. And what about my daughter?

How will she watch TV?

How in the world will she watch TV?

What can I tell her? What will I say to her?

How would I know?

It’s none of my concern what you tell your daughter.

Poor kid, she’s in for a surprise.

No TV!

If you feel sorry for her, give me the money for her sake.

It’s not that much.

I don’t have it. Just like you, I’m broke.

I’m asking for peanuts any self respecting person would have… I don’t have it. Just like you, I’m broke.

I’m asking for peanuts any self respecting person would have…

…any gentleman.

But you are not a gentleman but a poor jerk.

Really? You call me a jerk?

You, who after what happened yesterday…

…come asking me for money?

Please!

I’m asking you to leave me alone.

No, I won’t leave you alone. You have to give me the money.

At least some of it.

I tell you I don’t have it. I quit.

I feel sorry for your husband, living with a woman with a rate.

Who would have thought it?

Let me go!

Let me go! Don’t touch me! That’s it.

And you’re lucky I don’t tell your husband…

…so he can take away your little girl, poor thing.

Besides, if I knew your house was so grungy…

…I wouldn’t have had anything to do with you.

You bastard!

But you’re not taking the shoes!

Oh no, not them!

What do you want me to wear then?

You can wear fuck all, but not those shoes!

If you give and take back, in Hell you’ll face the rack.

And I’ll ask the Devil to save a place for you.

The shoes are a bit faggoty.

How hard could it be?

Last notice, last chance.

I don’t have time to play games.

Come on, answer me!

Ding dong ding I can’t hear a thing.

Ding dong ding I can’t hear a thing.

Ding dong ding I can’t hear a thing.

Fumigator.

Coming.

As if your pump were diamonds and pearls.

I’m coming, damn it!

Cheats!

Come on, ma’am, don’t make me push a lady.

Did you really think you fooled us?

That’s what we get paid for.

Right, boys?

So don’t put up a fuss!

Let’s get down to it!

Take the inventory!

Stop acting like a dog!

Behave like a woman!

Where should we start?

With the TV, man.

That’s always the most expensive.

I’ll fix you!

Just wait and see my estimate of your crap.

Not the TV. That’s my daughter’s.

Please, have pity!

By your sainted mother!

You should have thought of that before.

You have to learn that charging has consequences.

Take the bed, boss. That always hurts them.

I wish.

You know, lady, yesterday in Guerrero district…

…an old geezer chased me with a blow torch.

Can you believe it?

They don’t pay, and then they make a scene.

Mom, pick up Isabel.

I’m not up to it.

I know you can’t on Wednesdays…

…but today you’ll have to.

You have to!

I swear I will never ask you again.

I mean it.

I’m psychic.

Yes, I’m fine.

Very fine. Better than ever.

Mom, keep Isabel with you.

Don’t let her come home.

There’s no excuse.

Do you want her to know for sure her mother is a nut case?

Go! Go away, both of you!

Damn it, I asked you not to bring her!

That’s all I asked!

You call. You threaten me.

You sound hysterical.

Of course, I’m going to come see what’s going on.

Where’s the TV? My TV? And my XBox? And my stuff?

Were you robbed?

No, it was repossessed.

Now take this child away…

…before I take it out on her!

On her? Why?

On who else, then? That’s who nature provided…

…to take it out on when fate turns on me.

Mom, take her. Take her, mom!

Don’t let her see me.

Don’t let her suffer me!

Take her away!

I begged those guys in vain.

Now, I’m begging you…

…I beseech you, take her away.

Let me cry my sorrow.

Honey, what is it? Are you in pain?

Having been born hurts.

Life hurts.

Mom, if you love me…

…if you love her…

…take her away.

Isabel, get your clothes for tomorrow. Hurry up!

Let’s go!

Never ever forgive me, I don’t deserve it.

If many many years from now…

…in a moment of weakness you say to yourself: Poor thing!

You will be wrong!

I deserve your eternal wrath.

Your rage, your resentment!

Hate me, I give you my blessing to do so.

Hate me with all your might.

Isabel, come on, let’s go.

Mommy, give me your blessing, please.

Damn it, Nicolás.

You tricked me.

You deceived me as even you never imagined.

You probably thought:

I’ll bed her and no harm done.

You didn’t know you took my life between your legs.

Just look how you left me!

The lazy bums didn’t take the fridge because it’s heavy.

Rat poison, it’s only a rat killer.

Mommy, don’t let it hurt!

I’m afraid it will hurt, mommy!

You bastard, Nicolás.

How hard would it have been to love me?

Or at least play along with me?

Mom, I’m scared!

Does it hurt?

It doesn’t say if it hurts.

It doesn’t say if it will hurt me.

Oh, what have I done?

What have I done to myself?

So, you have the money?

Almost, I came for the Sax.

Come up and clear out your stuff already.

If you leave anything, I’ll throw it out.

That’ll get rid of the peeping Jane.

Who?

The one from #4, don’t play dumb.

She was checking you out.

I was checking on her and she was checking on you.

Up yours!

Tell me what’s going on! Tell me! What happened!

Did they repossess our stuff?

Tell me what the fuck is going on, you monster!

How should I know?

That musician who just went up cusses me out…

…for knowing too much and you for not knowing.

I feel like an old tin cup collecting everyone’s curses!

What have you done, Emilia? What happened?

Your mother called me. She was terrified.

You’ve done something to yourself, haven’t you?

Who cares if they repossess our stuff.

Just think, you were going to leave me…

…leave us over them taking a shitty TV?

A computer?

No, no, that’s not it. It isn’t anything.

Don’t try to stop me.

Don’t hurt me!

No, I swear I won’t hurt you. I swear I won’t.

Then let me go and don’t help me.

Can’t you see I want to go?

Don’t do it.

Don’t leave us. Me, Isabel. Don’t leave us.

Do you want me to kneel, to beg?

You are already kneeling.

Where did you get what you took?

They left it behind.

First class stuff. You’re too late.

Was it over him? Was it over him?

You knew?

Of course you knew.

You were always prying.

You couldn’t even let me have a proper secret adultery, damn it!

Oh, Javier, I’ve had an awful day.

I’m ashamed to be alive tomorrow.

Tell me you didn’t do this just over him.

That I have even a small part in this story.

That your daughter and I count.

Tell me I exist!

If only a little bit.

Of course, you exist!

Even in my death, you exist.

Can’t you see we messed up our lives together?

Relax, my pretty.

Does it hurt?

Does it hurt, princess?

Can I do something? Tell me what to do.

What can I do?

What can I do?

I’m not here to reproach you.

I’m here to bring you. She’s asking for you.

She?

She. And don’t you slight her…

…after I, her husband, came to take you to her.

This is between the two of you. I’m out of it.

You will help her have a good death!

Don’t you leave her alone!

I didn’t want anyone to get hurt.

I don’t know what chord you touched in her.

What the devil she saw in you…

…but she is killing herself because you left her.

Why don’t you go pretend a little.

Be nice to her.

Help her die happy.

How long have you known?

From the first day.

But what does that matter now?

Go, tell her you love her and then you can slip away.

But make her smile in her shroud.

She, my princess…

…is dying for you.

If she kills herself and I lose her, I will die.

Tell her you came back.

If only out of charity.

Is she really killing herself?

Aren’t you going to do anything?

Came to get you.

Don’t be stupid. We have to call an ambulance.

No need.

It’s too late.

She took this.

I’m a chemist.

If she lives, she’ll stay in a coma.

Don’t call an ambulance.

It’s not my fault!

I told her from day one.

Let’s not get involved.

I kept my side of the bargain. I never deceived her.

She fell in love.

She really did fall in love…

…too much so.

And her love scared me.

It paralyzed me.

I didn’t know where to put her love.

It didn’t fit in my chest.

It wasn’t because I was a bastard.

Maybe a coward…

…but not out of malice.

You have no idea how I envy you.

Damn it, the things you say.

It’s the truth. Damn it, the things you say.

It’s the truth.

I never took anyone’s breath away.

You know? I never did.

She liked it.

Look, my pretty, look who came to see you!

He came back.

He came back for you.

Doesn’t he play well?

Did you hear?

We have to call an ambulance.

She really is dying and all you can think of…

…is for me to pretend I love her.

Don’t let her hear you!

We agreed that she would die happy.

You want her to die, don’t you?

You want to punish her for sleeping with me.

Miss, this is an emergency.

She wanted, she always wanted to die.

Ever since I met her, that’s the only thing really on her mind:

Death.

I never satisfied her whims.

Not one, not even the wretched vacation…

…welcome cocktail included.

Today, I’m giving her one satisfaction.

Today, I give her death.

And don’t worry, my man.

Even though you’re the one she’s calling for…

…I’m not losing her over you.

Lord, give us this day our daily bread and forgive us

our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us

lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. Amen

Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with thee

Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb

Jesus, Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners

now and in the hour of our death. Amen

Our Father who art in heaven...

Tell me.

What?

About her.

About the two of you.

There’s nothing to tell.

Nothing you can’t imagine…

Besides, what’s the point?

Nothing can be done about it now.

You’re right. There’s no point now.

You know, I never had the pleasure…

…the luxury of reproaching her.

It just festered inside of me.

More’s the pity!

Well, it’s time to go for the body.

Are you coming to the police?

Me?

I was just saying…

Come around one of these days.

I mean, if you want to.

It would be almost like being with her.

How strange, you know?

One of these days I’ll come and talk to you about her.

Translated by Laura Gorham