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M_I_SForEver

Hmm. So this is it.

When you return to nothing.

Just a smudge on the asphalt-

nameless, no past...

and no future.

Marona?!

Help me, someone.
Please help!

Come on, Solange, stop yelling.

You know loud noises scare me.

Someone help me, please!

- Marona!
- Don't cry.

I can't hear myself think.

Marona.

If no one minds too much,

I'd like to take a moment
to rewind the film of my life.

I heard that's what you do
when you die.

Rewatch the story of your life.

My father was
an Argentinian mastiff.

Ralph la Bomba Ati Mondora.

He barked proudly at every
mention of his noble pedigree.

But not only then.

Ralph, like his owners,

was what you might call
a racist...

...barking at every being
or mutt

that wasn't like him.

Luckily,
I inherited the philosophy of my mother:

"Pekingese, mongrel or Afghan,

we all deserve love
and a tasty bone."

So, along she came-
his polar opposite.

A mixed breed.

He assumed all mutts ate
out of trash cans,

but no, my mother was a lady.

Sissy.

She was of every
and no race at all.

And his obsession switched
from purity

to purely her.

It might be cliché,

but I'm living proof that
love is blind.

Love doesn't see color or race.

For me,
happiness is the number nine

and the taste of milk.

It's a big, warm, wet tongue

washing all my problems away.

Back then,
I felt that every day.

I don't know
how long I was with Mom,

but it wasn't long enough.

Maybe until my first "woof."

She always had this saying,

"Humans have no need or desire
to understand our language,

"but we must be sure to
become fluent in theirs.

You can't protect yourself from
what you can't understand."

That's all she could teach me.

I bet she never thought

the youngest would leave first.

Dad?

Our relationship lasted
all of 12 minutes.

And pretty soon after,

Dad's human called someone
to get rid of me.

Here's a little perspective.

After waiting behind
eight other newborns

before entering this world,
it becomes pretty clear

that you're only entitled
to a ninth of the happiness

and a ninth of a bone.

I started to wonder
if Mom had known

I was gonna be given away.

She couldn't have.

She'd have run away
with all nine

before giving even one of us up

Huh?

Hmm.

I never actually knew who it was

that sold me.

He passed me off
as a bichon frise.

Who knows how
he pulled that off,

considering my dad was a mastiff.

The scent of my human
immediately pleased me.

I filled my nose
with the smell of him

and warmed my cold bones
with his story.

A scent is worth
a thousand words.

It was nighttime.

My brothers and sisters
were asleep by now.

I told myself Mom probably
wasn't sleeping.

It made me feel better
imagining her

trying to force open her
human's door to come find me-

me, the ninth puppy-

to lick me, to give me milk.

Hey. What's the matter, boy?

You missing your mommy?

Have you got a family?

Oh, you can tell me, boy.

No, I'm a girl.

Come on, you can tell me, boy.

You don't know me and
you're scared. It's okay, boy.

Let me tell you something.

Hey, what do you think
you're doing in there, boy?

You don't pee in the hat
that feeds us.

This isn't a bathroom,
do you hear me?

No pee-pee in the hat.

Oh, I-well, I certainly
didn't expect that.

Goodness gracious, my boy.

Y-You're a girl.

Oh, boy.

You're a girl!

My boy is a girl!

My boy. Oh.

Here's a nice, comfy bed
for you, boy. Hmm?

My second home.

Instinctively, I looked around

to see where I might
bury my bone.

The walls, the hardwood floor,

the mattress? Hmm.

That could work.

The walls again, the door-

yeah, no way.

The flowerpot?

Oh, yeah, I can work with that.

Oh. There's no use

crying over spilled milk, right?

Hey, at least you didn't fall
from ten meters up in the air.

Words to live by:

whenever you fall down,

just be glad it wasn't
from higher up.

So, my boy, what is your name?

Nine.

My mom's owner probably
didn't want to burden us

with names we'd soon
have to forget.

So she gave us nameless names,
nine of them.

We were One, Two, Three,
Four, Five...

all the way up to Nine,

based on the order we came
into the world.

There you go.

Such a clever girl,
aren't you, my boy?

So, tell me, what would you
like to be called?

Nine's good.

Let's approach this another way.

My name is Manole, the acrobat.

The Acrobat Manole. Okay.

From now on, when someone
asks you what your name is,

you tell them, "My name is Ana.
I'm with Manole."

How's that sound, boy?

Nothing had ever belonged to me

And now I had so many
wonderful things

that I was scared I might
screw up and lose it all.

I had a shelter just for me,

a name just for me.

And a Manole just for me.

I didn't even know if there was
enough room inside of me

to hold so much happiness.

This gift fell from the heavens
and saved me.

I was only supposed to have
a ninth of this.

I would have loved to have
shared it with Mom,

and One, Two, Three,
Four, Five,

Six, Seven and Eight.

This much joy, it's...
it's rare.

Ah! Knock it off, boy.

You're tickling me.

I am training here.
This isn't a game.

In my field, if you're not the
best, you can starve to death.

Heck, even the best can starve.

Ana, my boy, I am
what you would call broke.

And now you're broke, too.

You kind of married into it.

So to speak.

But when we're rich,

you'll get a hot dog
with Swiss cheese every day.

So no licking me while I work.

Otherwise, I'll break my neck.

And that would be
less than ideal.

Poor? Was he joking?

With all of this, I was
the richest dog in the world.

We danced above the stars,

my Manole and I.

Huh?

Ah. Ha!

Hmm? Ah.

Mmm-mmm!

Ooh...

Yeah!

Whoa!

I have to stay here?

Not happening.

I don't want to be anywhere
my human isn't.

How about a bedtime story, boy?

This guy?
He's Alfredo Codona,

a great acrobat-
truly, truly great.

When he was just seven
and a half months old,

his father took him on his
first flight on the trapeze.

Eventually, he flew even higher
than his father.

He married a girl
named Lillian Leitzel,

a fellow acrobat.

One day, her rope snapped
and she fell...

...and landed on a page
in every book

on acrobats written since.

Do you realize
what that means, boy?

When your life and death
become history,

it means you never really died

and you never will.

All right, I'll find us
a happier story.

You... Look.
You see this guy here?

His whole family knew
how to fly.

Acrobats for generations.

He strung up a rope just
like ours over Niagara Falls.

Can you imagine that?

And he walked the whole thing.

Like a god.

Look me in the eyes, Ana,
and mark my words.

One day,

I will drink a beer
with that guy.

I didn't need my little bed.

While he slept, I stood guard.

I couldn't help it.

I was "as faithful as a dog,"

as they say.

For dogs, happiness is different
than it is for humans.

We hope things stay exactly
as they are...

...while humans always want
the next best thing.

We're satisfied
with a nice belly rub,

but humans always want
whatever they don't have.

They call it "dreaming."

I call it
"not knowing how to be happy."

CIRCUS OF THE MOON

Don't you worry, my boy.

I-I will never leave you.

My Ana and I are a package deal.
Got it?

I mean, seriously,
I have no regrets.

I mean, Cirque de la Lune
is not so great.

I don't care. I really don't.

I mean, if-if-if I can't
take my own dog,

then what is the point,
right?

Cirque de la Lune -

what's so great
about the Moon, anyway, huh?

I mean, I mean, what's the Moon
ever done for me?

It doesn't even shine
its own light, you know that?

Yeah, yeah, and it reflects
the light the Sun

passes off as its own-
what a selfish jerk,

the Moon...

I learned something that night.

Lick your human's face
every day

as if it were the last time
you'd see it.

'Cause one day, it will be.

I knew something had shifted
in our little home.

A new scent hung in the air.

A stench, more like.

One of despair.

My human wasn't my human
anymore.

I didn't want him
to smell so sad.

So I left.

I didn't want to weigh him down

He needed to fly free.

I disappeared into
an endless night.

I slept so I would need nothing

In my dreams,
sometimes I was with Mom,

and One, Two, Three, Four,

Five, Six, Seven and Eight.

Sometimes I was with Manole.

But when I woke,
I was all alone.

It hurt less to sleep.

Hey.

Here, come on.

Eat a little something for me.

Mmm. Yummy.

Ah, you smelled it, huh?

Hmm.

The scent of mortadella

and a human voice
cut through the fog.

I say "fog" because hunger
made it hard to see much.

Through it, I made out
the shape of Istvan,

my new human.

Now, of course, I'd like to say

it was love at first sight
for both of us,

but no-it was only after
I recovered my strength

that I saw he was the most
beautiful human I'd ever met.

Aside from Manole, of course.

Where you off to?

I clean up your corner,
and now you want to leave?

Stay here.

Huh.

Here.

If you get thirsty, okay?

I'm coming with you.

I won't spend
another second here.

Huh.

If a thief breaks in,
you tear 'em to shreds, okay?

Come on. Be a good boy.

Tomorrow I'll bring you
a little treat.

Sound good?

I'm a girl.

Oh, so you're rolling your eyes
at me now.

Oh. Oh, you're a girl?

Yeah. Hold on.
What's with the "oh"?

How'd a pretty little thing
like you end up down here

guarding garbage cans?

Uh, it's a long story.

I'll call you Sara.

Sound good?

Then I'll see you tomorrow,
Sara.

Uh, my name's Ana.

I'll be back for you soon.

Promise.

Oh, h-hey. Hey, Sara.

Were you a good girl?

Did you stand guard?

Better eat something.

You're so thin,
you might blow away.

You were scared, huh?

Makes sense. Bet you've been
on your own awhile.

I understand that.

I'm scared of being alone, too.

All right.
I'll be back in the morning.

I start work tomorrow,
so you'll see me every day.

I'm sure you'll even
get sick of me after a while.

Go get some sleep.
Got to get your strength back.

Wh-What do you mean sleep?

Don't I have to guard the bags?

Off to bed, Sara.

Good night.

My life had meaning again.

I had a human, a shelter,
even a sidewalk.

Food to eat, water to drink,
something to protect.

My career in showbiz seemed
like a long-forgotten memory.

Now, I worked in construction.

Dogs are pretty open
to all trades,

as long as belly rubs
are involved.

Mmm.

Yeah.

Oh, uh, Sara.

You got to back off a bit.

Y-You keep getting in the way.

Dogs all have this
heightened intuition.

We can smell trouble.

When our human has something
weighing on his conscience...

and we're about to be abandoned

Calm down.

Calm down.

The human's coming back for you

No, he forgot you.

Why would he come back?

You're just the ninth.

Calm down. Calm down.

You are working yourself up.

He'll return.

Night will fall,
and when it's day,

he'll be back.

I think you'll like
my mom's place.

It'll be fine.

Caring for you will do her good.

We'll sneak in.

I'll wash you,

and you can
meet her in the morning.

Okay?

She feels better
in the mornings.

Less pain.

At night, she hates me, too.

That's why I can't
let her see you now.

Come on.
We'll see each other on Sundays.

Don't be so sad.
Good doggy.

Shh. Hmm.

What does a
dog need to be happy?

Just having a human to guard
while he sleeps.

And in the morning,

I'd have to take care
of someone

I had to protect myself from
at night.

Mom...

It's time to wake up, Mom.

You need to eat a little
and take your pills.

Huh?

- Did I yell a lot last night?
- It wasn't too bad.

What'd I say?

It's not important.

You know the things I say

- at night aren't true, right?
- Hmm. Hey.

I-I'd like you to meet
someone special.

Are you engaged?

Sorry to disappoint.

I'm already married.
Did you forget?

Okay. Promise me
you won't get mad, Mom.

Sara?

Sara. Pretty.

Sara.

Do we have eggs?

Some eggs? O-Of course.

Want one hard-boiled?

And flour?

Well, yeah.

- And milk?
- Well, I-I mean, we do,

but why?

Where are my slippers? Come.

I'll make crepes.

Mmm.

Humans are strange creatures.

It doesn't take much
to make them happy.

And sometimes they realize that

Mmm.

Mm-hmm.
Watch over Mom till I get back.

Okay?

Oh!

I'm so sorry.

Don't be scared.

I had to watch over her.

I promised him.

But that was
easier said than done.

I shouldn't have let
my guard down on the job.

Everything hurt.

I couldn't move.

But I wouldn't sleep.

I had to be awake
when Istvan returned.

First, I heard the doorbell.

Then the door opened.

His silhouette.

I heard the old woman say,

"Accident."

I know you didn't
do it on purpose, Mom.

Would you care to lie
down, ma'am?

Let's begin. Here's something
to ease her pain.

If you wish,
we can hospitalize her.

Could you take
a look at the dog, too?

No.
We don't tend to animals here.

We could take her home with us.

What do you think?

I've told you, your mother needs

to be put into a home.

But the dog's coming with us.

You sure?

What do you mean, am I sure?

I adore animals.

You?

You can't stand animals.

Even birds drive you crazy.

Then clearly,
you don't know me at all, Istvan.

Not at all.

It's my dream
to create a shelter

for poor, helpless animals.

Well, two days ago,

it was victims
of domestic violence.

Now it's animals?

Are you sure you want
to keep the dog?

I've never been
more sure about anything.

I'll take her to the vet.
You accompany your mother.

Oh, wait, no.
You carry her to the car.

She's bloody, and this is
dry-clean only.

She's lost a lot of blood,

and her paw's been injured,
quite seriously.

I-I can't promise anything.

It all depends on her, if she-

well, uh, experience
has taught me

not to give false hope
prematurely.

- What breed is she?
- I'm sorry, what?

Well, she looks like
a purebred dog,

so what's her breed?

Uh, I would say part mastiff

and God only knows what else.

I wanted a rescue dog.

One of those abandoned mutts.

You said you found her
in the streets, did you not?

That sounds pretty abandoned
to me.

Look, she's in
critical condition,

but the treatment is not free.

If you wanted a charity case,
then you found one.

If not, then we'll just have to
put her down.

How much will it cost?

And how long will you
keep her here?

Hmm.

The three of us
will be a family.

And we'll call you Sara.

How original.

My name is Sara.

Sara.

Come on, Sara.

What's wrong with her?
Is she deaf?

I smelled trouble
from the start.

I said, "Sara, come here."

All right. I'm coming.

My nose told me,
"She's not your human,

and she doesn't like dogs."

I'll have her trained
in no time.

I have a gift
for animal communication.

Don't be scared.

She'll get bored
and stop bothering you soon.

Just give it a few days.

Istvan. Istvan. Istvan.

I could fall for every letter.

Shut up. Really?

Oh, well, listen to this.

It's so cool.

I just rescued... a dog.

When are you coming to see her?

Oh, I don't know,
she's brownish.

She's super cute.

There's a sale at Mango's?

Really?

What if I got a brown
leather jacket

and walked Sara with it,
and we matched?

Wouldn't you just die?

Meet my darling Sara.

An absolute dream of a dog.

I swear, she's basically human.

- But she can't talk.
- Where'd you get her from?

- Were there any others?
- Please don't tell me

you're gonna copy her
and get a dog, too.

Why do you have to copy
everything Mada does?

You are so not original.

Whatever. It's not like
Mada invented dogs.

If she wants a dog, let her.

- We're saving the world.
- Yes.

Did there happen to be,

I don't know,
any other brownish dogs there?

Nope. She's one of a kind.

I loved the times it
was just my human and me...

and that woman was gone.

I liked taking him
to the park at night,

since he worked so hard all day

We took a ball because I knew

he loved throwing it
for some reason.

He wasn't much for fetching,

so I did it for him.

I'd run it back to him
so he wouldn't be without it

for too long.

It was all about
the three "quicks."

"Quick, find it. Quick, grab it

Quick, bring it back."

But the effort was worth it
when I saw the joy on his face

as he threw the ball.

Oh... oh!

Mmm. Mm-hmm.

Ooh! Oh.

The house reeks of dog.

Mm!

Ugh!

We have to figure out
this Sara thing.

I mean, look.

What?

I'm all hairy.

- So wax.
- No.

On my clothing. Her little
dog hairs are everywhere.

We can't go on living like this.

Plus, I think I'm allergic.

And when you insisted
on taking in Sara,

- were you not allergic then?
- I wanted to do the right thing.

You know I'm a good person.

I'm sorry, is my health not
as important to you as some dog?

- If you're intending to kick
Sara out of the house...

...just know, I'm going, too.

She's not some handbag you
toss out when you're sick of it.

Oh, I'm not sick of her.

She's my Sara.

But my lungs are filling up
with her hair.

I know what you're doing.

Sara stays
till the day she dies.

She's a part of the family.

Got it?

Bianca got herself
a cute little Yorkie.

She takes it with her
everywhere.

It fits into her purse.

Then I'll buy
you a bigger purse.

Huh. Hmm.

Mm. Ugh!

Huh?

What are you doing in here?

Hmm.

Why was Sara in the closet?

Sweetie, I can't risk
getting sick

because of her germs.

I'm not saying to give her up.

There's a perfectly suitable
place for her

under the back stairs,
and she'll love it there.

She's always in her doggy bed
anyway.

First,
she locked me in a closet.

Then it was under the stairs.

After that, I was banished
to the courtyard.

He said he was scared
to be alone.

I couldn't leave him alone
with her.

Look.

- Istvan? Istvan?
- Hmm?

What are you doing?

Will you be long?

You need something?

I'm not feeling well,

and I don't like being
all by myself.

Mm.

Sara, you know I love you.

I know. I love you, too.

All right. One last throw
for old time's sake.

Okay?

Hmm.

This is the last time.

I know.

After a while, you begin to
smell the last times coming.

It smelled like rust...

and rotten leaves.

I just hoped Istvan was better
than me at goodbyes.

Who'd bring the ball back
for him?

That's all I could think:

that he'd throw it and there'd
be nobody there to fetch it.

Fear settled in, and I sensed
that this night was it.

That night, the bad men came,

with nets and poles,
and their scent-

the scent I knew
I had to be afraid of.

Fear.

Calm down. Calm down.

"Stay calm," I told myself.

Think.

I've got twice as many legs
as the bad man.

Plenty of legs
and no desire to die.

Hang on, this part gets dicey.

I added Istvan
to my box of joys,

a place where all my favorite
lost things

could stay forever.

It was getting quite crowded.

Hi, teensy doggy.

Is something wrong,

or are you just taking
a little nap?

Oh. Hi, little human.

Who are you?

My name's Solange.

Don't be scared, okay?

Did I wake you up?

Yeah, you kind of did.

Is something wrong?

I thought you were sick
or something,

but you're not sick at all.

Are you, little fella?
Are you?

No, but I am a girl.

Oh, so you're a girl doggy.

- What's your name?
- Sara.

Oh...

I should probably
give you a name-

and it's got to be good-

but I don't want to give you
a name that isn't your name.

Oh, I'm used to it by now.

It's got to be one
no one else in the world has.

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

What a great little human.

- I like her.
- Do you have a home?

Not really. You?

Me, neither.

Well, I guess I-I mean,

I live in a house, but I'm just
a kid who lives there.

And when you're a kid living
with grown-ups,

you got to follow the rules,
and there's so many.

Rules, rules, rules.

You can't just do
whatever you want.

You have to go to bed and get up
when the grown-ups tell you to.

And it's no fun at all,

but I'll make space for you
in my part of the house.

Okay?

Come on, doggy.

Considering I had no other
plans and I was starving,

who was I to turn down
the invitation?

Shh.

This cat had it out
for me from the very start.

Psst. Hey.

Hey, you know you've got a cat
up there?

Right there, on the bookshelf.

A cat.

Oh, that's just Martzofel.

He's our cat.
He's a sweetie. You'll see.

Martzofel? You named it?

You've got a cat in your home,
and you even gave it a name?

Stay here and be good.

I'll get you something yummy
to eat, 'kay?

Is this a joke?

Yeah, I'm not gonna eat that.

But monkeys eat bananas.

Do I look like a monkey?

I'm a dog. Get it? A dog.

I'll go get you something else,
okay?

Probably a good idea.

But first,
you can't make a sound.

I have to introduce you
to my family.

One by one.

But first, we got to find you
a good hiding spot.

Hmm. Oh, I found one.

Hey, do you think you can stay
in here?

Just till I can explain all this
to my family.

Hey, if you don't mind,

I'm gonna get some rest.

I did a lot of running
last night.

I'll leave the top like this
so you can breathe easier.

Mm.

Mm.

Call me crazy,

but I think her plan
to introduce me slowly

didn't go as planned.

Mommy, didn't you say

we should always help those
less fortunate?

Oh, she's good.

You'd better watch out
for this one.

I also said you should never

lie or act
without consulting us.

What do you mean, "consult us"?

She's just an entitled
little turd.

And you're her mom.

Turds don't consult their moms.

Dad, please. Solange, you can't
just do whatever you want

in this house without asking.

You know better than that.

No, but, Mommy,
if you kick my doggy out,

I'll die of sadness.

Don't let her fool you.

You know you were just
as devious at her age.

Dad, I've got this handled.

No, Solange, let this be
a lesson to you.

This wouldn't have happened
if you'd been honest with me.

Now send him back
where you found him.

Hm.

Do whatever you want.

What I say doesn't matter
anyway.

Aw...

I guess I should've shown
a little more gratitude.

After all, she did fight for me

But life had taught me
happiness was short-lived

and pain was always
around the corner.

I already felt so old.

Admit it, Mommy. Isn't our dog
the prettiest ever?

Well, honey, I guess.

Looks like we've got
one more girl in the house now.

Great, just what I needed.

My doggy princess on her throne.

I think I'll call her Marona.

Nine, Ana, Sara, Marona.

Throwing out a dog's name
is even easier

than tossing 'em a bone.

I just wanted to curl up
in that hamper,

close the lid and hide.

If ever there was
a perfect moment,

this would be one of them.

Moments like these make
a dog's life worth living.

There was something really
sketchy about that animal.

I couldn't say exactly what,
but-hmm-

something was just off.

That dumb cliché about the war
between mice and cats,

or cats and dogs-sorry,
but cats don't hate mice.

They eat them.

That's all.

It's less to do with feelings

and more to do with stomachs.

But dogs don't eat cats.

Their stomachs don't want them.

So I am not off-base in saying
that Martzofel...

had some serious issues.

Hurry up, Solange.
Finish your homework.

- Mm.
- Your mom will be home soon for dinner.

- Solange.
- Mm?

Soup's ready.

Finish your homework, or your
mother's not gonna be happy.

Very well.

In that case, you better get
this dog out of my house!

In spite of the sense
of foreboding I couldn't shake,

I stayed in that house,

filled to the brim with clutter

an insane cat,

with an old man who hated me
at first sight,

an exhausted and lonely
single mother,

and a little girl
who got bored so quickly.

Marona, come on.

I know you're not in a rush,

but I've got to make breakfast
and go to work.

Come on, honey.

Do your thing and let's go.

She was stretched so thin.

The last thing she needed
was a dog.

She ran that house
single-handedly.

Whenever it almost slipped
from her grasp,

she always got things
back on track.

Hmm.

Mm.

Hmm. Mm?

Mm.

Hmm.

Mm.

Hmm.

Huh?

Hey, Mom, I'm going out
with Vero and Cipri.

Take Marona with you.

You haven't walked her today.

I'll do it when I get back.

You'll take her out now,
Solange.

I'll be back in an hour.
I'll take her out then.

No, I said you'll take her out now!

Do it now, or you're grounded.

Fine. Let's go, Marona.

How would you
sum up a dog's life?

We can start by,
"You always have to hold it in

when nature calls."

I'd love to see how she would
feel if she had to depend on

the goodwill of someone else
whenever she had to pee.

Luckily, that leash was
too short for me to reach him.

If I had, he'd have seen me.

And I know there was no room
in that car for me.

Not with all the dreams inside.

His familiar scent made me
forget my name a second.

If I had been human,
I could have cried.

I inhaled one last time,

and for the length
of that breath,

he was with me again.

Solange, are you studying
for tomorrow's exam?

- Yes.
- Solange,

I'm not going to tell you twice.

Turn that stupid computer off
right now.

Come on, get off my back.

Solange,
if you don't start studying,

I'll throw your damn dog
in the street.

Okay. Do it.

What are you waiting for?

Let's go, Miruna!

- Her name is Marona.
- Who gives a crap

what her name is?
It's time for you to say goodbye

to the damn mutt.

Blackmail makes
you morally bankrupt.

You know who else does that?
Totalitarian dictators.

What's Medeea gonna do
with that kid?

I'm not long for this world.

She can't do it on her own.

You're part of it, too.

Animals should be outside.
Humans inside.

But we pervert it.

People in the street
and animals in the houses.

We can barely feed ourselves.

But we still have to take in
all the neighborhood strays.

Wait,
how exactly do you define "stray"?

Well, it's our problem,
not yours.

Besides, you're not all that bad
for a mutt.

You don't beg, chew furniture,

piss all over the house.

But you're still
a mouth to feed.

You know, I could just
leave you here

and go home without you.

Why do kids grow
into such jerks?

God only knows how Medeea
handles their debt.

And the girl's father
trying to steal her kid.

Real piece of work, he is.

Oh, yeah, sure,
now that she's older

and prettier, he wants her.

But when she was in diapers,

he couldn't run fast enough.

I pity my daughter, Miruna.

Understand?

Marina, Maroo-ah, who cares?

Poor thing's been working like
a dog since she was 18, Miruna.

Call me whatever, but in case
you're curious, it's Nine.

Whatever's fine.

You've got a lot on your mind.

Oh. Huh?

Hey, Dad.
I'll be back in an hour

with chicken soup
and your books. Okay?

Don't rush back on my account.

And take this one home first.
It's a lot for her.

You can bring those tomorrow.

I need my rest.

Please, go on now.

Bye, Grandpa.

Thank you, Miruna.

Don't thank me.

Just doing my duty.

- Hmm.
- Good night.

Walk Miruna, will you?

Grandpa, it's Marona. How are
you still getting it wrong?

- It's been years.
- Marina, Malina, Mandalina.

What's the difference?

You walking her or not?

Yeah, I was just about to.

Hmm.

How're you doing, Marona?

Going for a little stroll?

I'm glad you're taking her out.

You little cutie. Okay.

Have fun rolling around
in the grass.

Oh, I can't take you with me,
but I'll be back in an hour.

Don't be scared.

Marona?

Marona!

If no one minds too much,

I'd like to take a moment
to rewind the film of my life.

I heard that's what you do
when you die.

Rewatch the story of your life.

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