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The case I am presenting today is of a young man,

age 30,

who was diagnosed with a cardiac angiosarcoma.

HEART TUMOR CARDIAC ANGIOSARCOMA

If you're anxious or need anything,

- just push the button, okay? - Okay.

We complemented the diagnosis with an EKG, a CAT scan, an MRI,

cardiac catheterization and a biopsy.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, I just wanted to check that… that it was working.

Yes, it works. Don't worry.

Okay. Sorry.

- No worries. - Okay.

After the patient was informed,

he was told that open-heart surgery would be the best way to remove the tumor,

given its characteristics.

Then pre-op tests were performed.

- What's wrong? - Quick question. Is this safe?

- Yes, completely. - One hundred percent?

Yes, don't worry.

Then why are you behind bulletproof glass?

As you can see, this is an aggressive procedure.

Now what?

I'm a little anxious.

Now I am a little anxious, okay. Now, not before.

In other words, there is an enormous risk that this fails…

And the patient does not survive.

Didn't you tell me 60?

I mean, a 60% chance that it wouldn't work.

The nurse told me there was a 70% chance.

In my head, it was 60%.

I guess that's because 60 seems more like 50.

And, shit, 50 isn't bad at all because it means the glass is half full.

But you told me 70 was good.

In what fucking world is 70 good, Raúl?

- Don't yell. You're embarrassing me. - I didn't say anything about 70%.

- I don't like to speak in percentages. - So it's less?

No, no, no, no. It's not less. There's a probable margin.

Wow, look how cold he is. Man, he's cold.

I understand your frustration, but look at it from my perspective.

I give people terrible news every day.

That's true. That cannot be easy, you know?

Going "cancer this" or "cancer that" all day, every day.

That's why you've built up this icy, emotionless exterior.

You're like a robot.

I bet when you get home from work, you drop your briefcase like,

- "Honey, I'm home." - I'm divorced.

That's when your job gets the better of you.

The screaming, the crying. "You should've cut here, not there."

- "You could've saved that kid." - I don't work with children.

Your job must be really tough. Yeah.

- Are you done? - Yes.

We've scheduled the operation for a week from now, at the latest.

- A week? - Well, a week is plenty of time.

We can do a lot in a week. Right, doctor? We can make lists.

- Yes. Yes. - Yes, yes.

We'll have a packed schedule so we don't have time to think about anything.

You clearly haven't looked at the psychological support brochures.

Well, here are some more, okay?

More brochures. These guys clearly don't pay for them.

Try to remain calm.

Make lists if you want, but I suggest that you spend this time with loved ones.

That's important psychologically.

I assume they know what's going on, right?

- Your parents, siblings… - I don't have any siblings.

My mother… I'm trying to find the best time to tell her.

- Well, that's up to you. - Yeah. Yeah, I know.

- You have one week. - It's fine.

Friends are the family you choose, and I'm more than enough family for you.

And let's be positive. We got this.

Thank you very much, doctor.

- Ready? Let's go, yeah. - Are we done?

Grab those brochures. It's time to go.

- Oh, man. - Thank you.

LOVE YOU TO DEATH

See you next week, okay?

You don't need to come every week.

Okay, but I'll see you next week.

Marta?

Hey! What's up? What… What's up?

What are you doing here?

I have… I have an STD.

I mean, I have warts down here, all over my…

Yeah, it's a party down here. A Mexican party, because it burns.

It feels like someone poured two liters of Tabasco in my vagina.

- So, yeah. I mean-- - Marta Martínez?

Yes, yes.

Let's see how that little chickpea is doing.

She said, "chickpea."

She called my warts "chickpea." I mean, "chickpeas."

Like a stew.

One sec… One second. Ana, Ana!

Ana! How about you stop trying to run away?

I'm going slow to let you win. Come on.

Are you pregnant?

- Were you gonna abort without telling me? - No. I wasn't going to get an abortion.

- For now. - Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to talk about it.

I didn't want to have to think about it or discuss it.

What's there to talk about if you don't want to do it?

- Or do you? - I don't know what I want to do. Okay?

I'm not sure, but this may be my last chance to become a mother.

Marta, you can't just have a baby because you're running out of time.

- That's not how this works. - It's not?

- No, no, it's not. - So how does it go?

Tell me how it goes.

You've been nagging me to grow up my whole life. To be serious.

Now that I'm thinking about this, you're like, "That's not how this works."

- People either want this or they don't. - How would I know what I want, Ana?

I don't even know what underwear to put on in the morning or what to have for dinner.

PRO-LIFE NATIONAL MARCH

- I don't need to know everything. - Calm down.

All I'm saying is that if you don't want to have it, I support you.

I don't want your support.

I don't care if you want it. I'm going to support you.

We're here to help. That's not the only option.

No, that's not the only option, but it's your best option.

I think you're "supporting me" just to contradict me.

But you came here to get an abortion.

I came here to get information. I came to get informed.

And this is the information you need, about life and how to defend it.

Exactly. The information I need.

"We pray for the end"…

What the fuck is this shit?

This isn't an easy choice, throwing away a human life.

I know how you feel. No matter how tiny that life is, right?

Okay.

Stop right there, okay?

I'm going to give you all three seconds to get away from my sister

because, as you can see, I'm pregnant.

And I can assure you that you don't want to make me angry.

I'm a ticking fucking time bomb right now. Got it?

I haven't seen my ankles in three months.

It hurts when I shit. It hurts when I piss.

It hurts to sit and to stand.

I have stretch marks, cellulitis. My ass is enormous.

My tits are enormous. My entire being hurts.

I swear on the life of the baby I'm carrying, which doesn't let me breathe,

that I'll take all this rage and I'll hurl it at you all.

I swear that I'll give birth to this fucking baby

that is sucking the life out of me

on the concrete yard of a correctional facility. Got it?

- I'm sorry. - Fuck off!

- Can we talk, please? - I have to go to work, okay?

- You have to go to work now? - Yes, I work all day, every day.

- You know that. - Marta.

- Marta, you need to go home and think. - Think about what?

What part of "fuck off" didn't you understand?

Okay. We're leaving, we're leaving.

"CANCER IS NOT A SOLITARY JOURNEY"

WE HEAR YOU CALL US WHENEVER YOU NEED

- Hello, good morning. - Hi.

I'd like to schedule an appointment this week.

- We don't have anything until next month. - Until when?

No, it has to be this week.

We're completely booked for the next four weeks.

- The next four? No, no, not in four wee-- - I'm so sorry.

No, no, I get it. I completely understand,

but you don't-you don't--

Sorry, but would you mind calling at a later date, please?

Sure, sure. Yeah, yes.

- I'll… I'll call again later. - Thank you very much.

Or maybe I won't.

MARTA FUNERAL HOME HEY. WHAT'S UP?

I'M RAÚL FROM THE FUNERAL HOME WANNA HANG OUT TODAY?

"Wanna hang out tomorrow? I might be dead soon."

"Wanna hang out tomorrow?"

Jesus, Iveth. You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing?

Learning, since nobody teaches me.

I need to finish this in peace, okay? In peace, without you staring at me.

Goodbye, my dears. Have a lovely weekend. Have fun.

Hey, hey, Nicolas Cage, where are you going?

- I'm going away for the weekend. - The weekend? But today's Tuesday.

I'm renting a boat with my family. We're going to sail the French Riviera.

The French Riviera. How lovely.

Some friends of mine drowned.

Shit, that's disturbing.

Well, the boat's six meters long. It has a huge mast,

and I have no fucking idea how to work it, but, it…

Why don't you go for a little walk?

Up, up, up.

It's 12:30 p.m. You should be at the Rius Laboratories spot right now.

You know how stupid these people are.

- They only get along with you. - What spot?

The Ventoflat spot. The "not all gases are noble" spot.

Oh, shit. Right, right. The shoot is an absolute disaster.

I have, like, 200 texts from them.

Someone needs to visit the set and calm them down.

- No. No, no, no. - You're the best.

I'm trying to finish tomorrow's presentation.

Then I have to do the one for Thursday.

- I need some time to think about-- - Look, Marta,

do you want me to promote you to Creative Director?

- Yes. - But you also want time to think.

You can't have it all.

If you don't visit that set, you'll be passing up the opportunity of a lifetime.

Okay. Fine.

I have a family, sweetheart. I have a wife. I have a son.

I need to take them out on walks.

Do you really think I want to spend a long weekend with them? Not at all.

I'd love to stay out all night partying, but I have responsibilities.

You're free. Enjoy life.

Party all night, but, first, stop by the set for fuck's sake.

Okay, people. Get to work, you bastards.

Hey, hey. The "bastards" thing was a joke, okay? Don't go suing me.

- Especially you, Lucas. - His name is Mario.

- Mario. - And, by the way, how old are you?

- Fifteen. - Almost 16.

- He's a minor. - Well, we can fire him when he turns 18.

Bye, my dears.

I don't know. Nothing comes to mind right now.

I can't believe there isn't anything you want to do.

I don't know.

Look, for example, if you ask me if there's anything I'd like to do…

Well, yeah, a glory hole.

- What do you think? - What are you talking about?

You go, stick it in a hole, and since you don't know who's on the other side,

you let your imagination run wild. It's awesome.

I'm not going to stick it anywhere.

Damn, you're boring, dude.

Fine, then we'll do what everyone else does.

Search on Google and all that. Okay. Well, let's see.

"Fifty things to do before you die."

You're not going to die.

We'll do it because that's what you're supposed to do, and it's a legacy.

- Just in case. - Just in case.

"Dye your hair or shave your head."

I think I covered that one for you. That's done.

Okay, look. "Start a project from scrat"… No, not that either.

- Hey. - What?

Why don't we try our luck at a swingers' club?

- No way. - No. We don't have to do stuff together.

You go off and do your thing, I'll do mine. Then we'll find a common space

- for some post-game analysis. - No.

All right, all right.

"Spend a year in a foreign country." It's a little late for that one.

Hey. Have you ever tried poppers?

Again with the drugs. I don't want any more drugs.

Don't judge. You're so judgmental when it comes to drugs.

Relax. It's no big deal.

Hey! Look.

"Be an extra in a movie."

- An extra? - Yeah.

- Why? - Dude, to see what showbiz is like.

The red carpet, rubbing elbows with celebs, damn.

It's cool. Plus, movies live on forever.

Right.

Then it's settled. Get up. We have work to do.

So where are we going?

We're in Barcelona. People are filming stuff everywhere. All over the place.

Do you remember Fabi? She worked with me at the online bingo place.

- No. - Her sister's agency represents extras.

And I'm calling her. I'm already a producer.

This is the movie business, baby. This is showbiz.

Fabi.

Do you have it?

Sorry, but this is what we approved during storyboarding.

There was nothing about shooting during the day,

and people don't normally take anti-gas capsules during the day.

I take them in the morning, and they work wonders. I mean, I don't know.

- Do you want to see our market research? - No, you're the expert, sir.

- No, no… - Hello. How's it going?

- What's the problem? - Look, I don't care how you do it,

but I want the lighting for this spot to be nighttime. Got it?

Night lighting. Okay.

It's about to be the witching hour in a little while. So--

- Not that soon, Marta. Sorry, but-- - Drop it, Spielberg.

No problem.

Well, if you want, we can cancel the shoot and send everybody home.

We'll bring them all back tomorrow.

Perfect.

But keep in mind that someone has to pay for tomorrow's shoot.

And that someone is you, the client,

because you signed a contract and accepted the plan for the shoot.

Whatever you say.

We don't want to pay more.

Of course you don't want to pay more. That's unnecessary.

Okay, then. Let's get to it.

Okay, perfect. Let's get in position. Let's get started.

- Hi there. Here you go. - Hi.

- Hi. Thanks. - The scripts.

This is a commercial, Edu. "Ventoflat."

Holy shit. This is a fart commercial.

Seriously? A fart commercial?

Just be thankful that Fabi's sister got us this. Don't complain.

I don't think whoever made that list had something this lame in mind.

What were you expecting? Game of Thrones on day one?

The movie biz is a marathon, not a sprint. You gotta take it slow.

You work hard, hone your craft and make a name for yourself.

I don't want to be remembered as the gassy guy.

You're not the guy who feels like he's gonna shit himself.

You're in the background, doing whatever the hell they tell you.

- Marta's here. - All right, I'll talk to them. Okay?

- No way! This is awesome. - Yeah.

Two birds with one stone. Showbiz and romance.

Look, you're gonna go over there, okay?

You're gonna chat about the ad. You'll tell her you're an actor.

Obviously, actors fuck all the time. They get laid. They do everything.

- And-- - Edu. Enough, okay?

The last time I took your advice, I ended up high at the hospital. Please.

All right, relax. I'll leave you alone. I will.

- Chill. - Where are you going?

I'm gonna grab a sandwich and head home. This is a fucking fart commercial.

The catering is atrocious, man.

"Do you want a chicken sandwich with veggies?"

Nope, all out. You could find better food in prison, you know?

- Have you been to prison? - Twice.

- No way! - Yeah, but as an extra.

- Have you seen Cell 211? - Yeah.

- Well, when the shit hits the fan… - Okay.

…I'm the guy that's behind the guy that's behind Tosar.

Wow!

They made me shave my head. That's probably why you didn't recognize me.

Right.

Anyway, Bernat Rubira, actor.

- Nice to meet you. - Supporting actor and other stuff.

- Nice. - Yeah.

But you need to chill out a bit.

- The thing… the thing is… - Look at these guys.

- I mean, you can't lose your cool. - Marta!

- Hey! - How's it going?

What are you doing here?

You're an extra now?

Well, yeah. I wanted to try new things and all that.

Okay, so you're still trying to be someone else.

No, I don't know. I was just curious.

I honestly prefer movies.

I try not to do too many commercials because it's exhausting.

So is this your first time?

- Yeah. - I can tell.

- Can I give you a piece of advice? - Yeah, sure.

Try to stay out of the way.

That way, tomorrow they'll call you back.

- Okay, okay. - These are tricks you pick up with time.

- If you have any questions, just ask. - Okay.

- Hey, one more thing. - Sure.

Could you grab me a Coca-Cola from over there?

- I already asked for two… - Right.

…and, you know, I don't want them to think I…

You know what? I'll grab you one of these sandwiches and a Coca-Cola, okay?

- Make it a Zero. - Yeah, yeah, sure, sure. Zero.

- Well… - How has it been?

Well, so far, kinda shitty.

Yeah, people really romanticize it.

I bet this is on one of those bullshit lists of 50 things to do before you die.

Right?

You'd have to be an idiot to want to do this before you die, right?

Yeah, a total idiot. Yeah. You'd have to be--

Okay, people. Extras, over here.

They're calling you. You have to go to the set with them.

This way please. Hey, you, buzzkill, come with us.

I'm… I'm a buzzkill?

Maybe because of your eyes, a bit.

- Yeah? - I don't know.

Fine, fine, fine. Well, see you in a bit.

See you.

Okay, people, does everyone understand the assignment?

We're having a good time, okay? You know what you have to do?

I want to see movement, energy, fun.

When you hear "action," you folks cross over here, and you folks go over there.

The same goes for everyone on this side.

But you're not actually crossing. You're flowing, okay?

And, okay, you. What was your name? Whatever, I don't care.

Okay, you stand here, and after "action,"

you walk over here and wait for her. Got it?

- Yeah, yeah. - Perfect.

I don't like to repeat myself, okay?

Everybody concentrate. I want it right on the first take. Camera!

And three, two, one.

Action.

- What's he doing? - Sorry. I screwed up.

- Cut. Goddamn it, man. - Cut. What did I say about phones?

Please turn your phones off.

- Hello? Hello? - Raúl, look, I just wanted to say

that I didn't feel great with how we left things the other day.

Yeah, and maybe I was being a little unfair to you,

but I also had to think about myself and my mental health,

- you know? - No, no, it's fine. It's…

It's all good. Gina, it's all good.

And even though it hurts, sometimes it's brave to move on

when you can't take it anymore.

Sure, and you need to move on right now, right?

- Why are you whispering? - I'm not whispering. I'm not.

Well, even though we're no longer walking in the same direction,

I need to swing by your place to pick up my air fryer.

Fine. I… I'm not home right now, but Edu… Edu will be there.

Yeah, come by and… and take whatever you want, okay?

Everyone back to your places.

"Back to your places"?

Well, we can't change actors now. Think about us.

- We've been here all day. - Okay, guys.

- I'm heading back to the office. - What? No.

Hold on, because now they don't like the actor.

- What? - The guy's face is supposed to be sad,

and that guy doesn't have a sad face.

But you approved the actors we proposed.

Yeah, but a screen test is one thing.

- Jesus. - Seeing him in person is different.

Excuse me, I accidentally overheard you,

and, well, if you're looking for a sad face…

Sorry, who are you?

- Bernat Rubira, supporting actor. - Yeah.

I was in Cell 211.

- Yeah. - When the shit hit the fan,

I was standing behind the guy that was behind Tosar.

Oh, great. Do you remember him?

Well, someone else fits the role better.

This guy.

The guy with the phone? Look, that guy is an extra.

- I want an actor, understand? An actor. - All right. Calm down. Okay? Relax.

- Bernat. - Bernat, thank you.

We'll give you a call. Yeah, yeah.

- All right, we're here to fix this, okay? - Yes, yes.

We're here to make sure our clients are fully satisfied

with how we sell their antiflatulent pills.

Exactly. That's what we're looking for.

- But there's no need to be sarcastic. - He called me sarcastic.

- Well, I'm gonna go find this guy, okay? - Sure, fine.

- I wonder where he is. - Right here.

No, the other guy.

I mean, someone else. Okay? Yeah…

Raúl.

- Hey. - How are you doing, Mr. Buzzkill?

- Good. Sorry about earlier. - Yeah.

- I really screwed up with the whole-- - No, no. I thought it was hilarious.

- Right. - How's it going? Are you enjoying this?

Yeah?

Quite the experience. It's fine.

Hey, well, that's great to hear

because your experience is about to become premium.

- Premium? - Yeah.

The client loves you. You know?

He's mesmerized, crazy about you

and wants you to do the close-up shot, instead of the model.

Me, the main character?

Yeah, I mean, there's Joseba from the windshield commercials

and the bald guy, and Edu that does the Christmas lottery.

- You'll be Raúl, the Ventoflat guy. - No fucking way. No.

I will not be the fart guy.

You won't be…

Look, these people will not leave until you do this commercial.

They'll keep us here until this evening if you don't do the ad.

You'll make more money in a day than your entire month's salary.

Plus, I've had a shitty day. Please.

Please do it.

Even if it's just for me.

For all of us. Then we can all go home.

Raúl, please.

Please.

Fine, I'll do it if you stop that.

Thank you.

What do I have to do?

Let's see.

Look at him. He's not even an actor.

He just has fucking connections.

And we're done. What do you think?

Girl, do you think you overdid it a little?

- Yeah? - He looks like he's dying.

Well, they told me he had to look a little emaciated.

Sure, but emaciated is one thing, and bordering on terminally ill is another.

I'll tone it down.

But on set, okay? We need to start filming now. Let's go.

Leave your phone here so it doesn't ring again.

Let's go.

I was just there.

He's an extra on set. He's not gonna pick up.

Raúl, the guy that's afraid to take money out of the ATM

because there's a camera. Yeah, right.

Well, there are things you gotta do at least once in your life, right?

Like bungee jumping or a glory hole.

- A what? - Never mind.

I don't understand. Raúl was never an extra when we were together.

Well, people change, Georgina.

Sure. Okay, I'm gonna leave.

Because this is pointless.

What's this?

Those are just reports of mine I left out.

- They're yours? - Yeah.

What's going on?

- Well, my blood cells. - Your blood cells?

- What's wrong with your blood cells? - Well, they're red.

Yeah, normally they're red or white, but what's wrong with them?

Well, my prostate.

- Your prostate? Are you concerned? - A little.

- Did you get it checked out? - Did you get yours checked?

- I don't have a prostate. - Oh, okay.

Can you please give me the report? I saw that it says, "Raúl."

- It's mine. - Give me the report.

- No. - I want to see what's in the report.

- Fucking give it to me. - Stop. I won't give it to you.

I… Jesus, you're strong.

No, no, no. Please. Please, no.

That's disgusting. No. Stop. That's disgusting. Take it, take it. Fuck.

At the very least, I'm sure he has high cholesterol since his diet is terrible.

Girl.

What is this, Edu?

Edu.

What's wrong with Raúl, Edu?

Well, that.

Sorry, I screwed up.

Cut. Sorry, but this fucking sucks. I can't work like this. I'm sorry.

Okay. Cut. Seriously, who hired this guy?

Well, it's a fart commercial. I laughed. Sorry.

You think it's funny. You think the product is funny.

- I'll handle this. Don't worry. - Your friend thinks the--

No, no. I'll go. I know him. Hold on.

We're going to pause for a second. Places, please, everyone.

This is gonna cost you a ton. That's all I'm saying.

"Buy cheap, buy twice." I'm telling you.

- Come. Come with me. - What? I'm doing a terrible job, right?

Well, yes, but don't sweat it. I thought it was funny.

- Listen. - What?

This is easy.

All you have to do is not laugh.

- I'm trying. - Be serious.

It's just that I see myself pretending I'm gassy, and yeah.

I can't. I can't help but laugh.

- It's kind of ridiculous. - Right. Yeah, yeah, yeah. It is,

- but think about something sad. - Marta, I'm not an actor.

Well, everyone has problems, right? I'm sure you have problems.

You must have some problem that's eating away at you.

Think about the problem. About that problem.

That… That thing that crushes you when you think about it.

As you can see, this is an aggressive procedure.

You know?

Like when… when you reach a point in your life that makes you think,

"I'm tired of pretending that I'm fine,

that… that everything is fine, that everything will be fine."

…in which the survival rate fluctuates between…

Because it's not gonna be fine. It probably won't be fine.

…thirty and 40%.

Reality is brutal. And nobody prepares you for that.

There is an enormous risk that this fails and the patient does not survive.

Okay, okay, that's it. You're perfect. Come on, let's shoot.

Go, go. Roll camera, roll camera.

We need to shoot this now, okay?

- Shut up. - Can we please do this?

- Shut up. He's got it. - Perfect.

He's got it. Shut up. He'll be great. You'll see. He's ready now.

- Are we ready? - Whenever you're ready. Let's do this.

Camera!

Action!

Holy shit!

Bravo!

- We've got it. This is it. - Excellent.

- We've got it. Incredible. - And the curtain.

Ventoflat. Because not all gases are noble.

Cut, folks. That's a wrap.

Everybody go home. Pack it up.

You've earned your pay. Go on.

- That blew me away. - All right, kid. Bravo!

That blew me away. Fantastic.

- You were right. - Bravo!

Raúl.

- Hey, you were incredible. - What? Yeah?

Yeah, yeah. Congratulations. The client is--

Thanks, man. Man, thank you so much. Can I give you a hug?

Sure, sure.

- Thank you. You saved the commercial. - Great.

- Hope to see you again. - See you later.

Well, well, well.

My goodness, nobody thought you could do it.

- That was fantastic, you know? - Oh, yeah?

That was damn good. And sorry for being so intense.

You know how it is on set. All right, you can get changed. Have a good one.

- Okay. - All right. Bye, Ernesto.

Well, I knew you could do it, eh?

Listen, I gotta go, all right? But thank you so much.

- Oh, no, don't mention it. - Seriously, you were incredible.

- Thank you. - Okay, bye.

- Have a good one. - Everything okay? Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah, everything's fine.

- You can head out, no problem. Yeah. - Are you sure?

Well, if you want, I don't know where you live,

but maybe I could give you a ride part of the way.

- Okay. Yeah, sure. - Yeah?

Okay, then…

- Go get changed. - I gotta change, right.

- I look like a Hawaiian. - Totally.

Well, you really blew their minds, you know?

I guess your speech really helped.

Well, I'm pretty good at little speeches.

And how's work going? You're an insurance broker or a mechanic--

Human Resources.

- Oh, yeah. - At a car dealership.

See? I knew it had to do with cars.

Yes. It has to do with cars, yeah.

But I'm nothing like my parents, you know?

Or my sister. I think I was adopted.

- Adopted? - Yeah, I'm Peruvian.

- Why? - Because, when I walk down the street

and see those Peruvians playing that instrument with the tubes, you know?

When they play that song that goes…

- Right? - Okay.

Well, that song moves me. I mean, it makes me cry.

Well, that doesn't mean you were adopted. I love that song too.

No, no, no. I get transported.

I mean, it takes me to the Andes, you know?

I picture myself crossing the Andes on a llama.

Wait, wait, what… That song isn't Peruvian.

- I'm pretty sure it's Argentinian. - It's not?

Well, then I'm Argentinian.

Could be.

- So you share an apartment? - Yeah.

I was going to move in with my girlfriend, but we broke up.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

So, she dumped you.

No, well, it was a kind of a mutual decision.

- Please. She dumped you. - Yeah, yeah, she dumped me.

How long had you been together?

Four years.

Four years? That's insane!

- No, that's not that long, is it? - Well, but you're young, right? I mean--

Yeah, Well, my grandparents were married for 52 years.

Right, but come on. That was a different time, right?

They were… That was normal.

I mean, what do you think has been the longest marriage ever?

I don't know. Sixty years?

No, no. Longer I think. Back then people were nuts.

You said your grandparents were together 50 what years?

- Yeah, 53. - Three.

- Well, you got married at 20… - Okay, well.

…then 60 more years.

People lived to be 80.

- I think it's longer. - Longer?

Yeah. You think 60, right?

That's what you said. Well, I say 75.

- Well. - I'm gonna look it up.

Whoever's closer wins.

- Wins? Wins what? - Yeah.

A trip to the Maldives.

No, Jesus.

Well, the winner has to dare the loser to do something.

- A dare? Okay. What kind of dare? - Yeah.

Well, like,

"Go over to those people and dance."

Or, "Strip down to your underwear and walk like a model on a catwalk."

- Or, "Do a cartwheel into the water." - No, no.

There's no way I'm going in the water, okay?

Okay, fine. No water.

- But I'm gonna look it up. Here we go. - Okay.

- Yes! - What? I won. Did I win?

No, no. I did, I did.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Shit.

Look. Eighty-one years, 57 days, from Rhode Island.

They got married in the 1940s.

That's right! That's right! All right.

- Okay. - You have to…

- What? - Okay, you have to scare the next person

- that walks by, okay? Like, that guy. - Okay.

- The guy that's coming this way. Yeah. - This guy?

But really scare him, okay?

- I mean, really scare him. Go. Boo! - Okay, okay.

What are you doing?

- What are you doing, motherfucker? - Hey, hey, hey!

What are you doing? You know how badly that son of a bitch scared me?

- We're playing a game. A game. - A game? A game?

- Get out of here. Go home. - I'm sorry.

Tourists go home. Both of you, get lost. Get the hell out of here, you assholes.

Tourists? I speak Spanish, you fucking idiot.

- Are you okay? - Fuck, this hurts.

What an asshole.

Hey, listen… No, don't lean forward…

- Let me see. Let me see. - I don't know. How does it look?

Yeah, you're bleeding. Hold on.

- Fuck. No, man. Here, here. No, no. - Fuck. Fuck.

Listen, tilt your head back.

Okay, now lift your arm. Like this.

Your other arm. To stop the blood flow.

Now lift your leg.

Like that. And now, say…

Are you making fun of me? Shit.

- Sorry. Sorry, it's just, just that… - You're so mean.

- I couldn't help myself, I swear. - Yeah, but it really hurts.

No, no, no, no. Don't lean forward. Don't lean forward.

I don't think you're bleeding as much now, okay?

- Yeah? - Shall we? Come on, get up.

Let's go.

- Damn, that guy was angry. - I swear I didn't see that coming, dude.

I mean, that's never…

That's never happened to me before with this game.

Where did you come from?

Where are you from?

He reacted, like, immediately. I mean…

- He seemed like a professional. - I'm this way.

I'm this way.

Okay.

Well, I'll see you next week. I'll call you.

- Sure. Next week, yeah. - Okay.

- Well. - Well, take care.

- Bye. - Hey!

Isn't it my turn now?

What?

I just got punched in the face. I think that's only fair. Right?

- Okay, yeah, sure. - I mean…

- Yeah, yeah. No, no, that's fair. Go on. - Yeah? I've earned it.

- Okay, so? - Okay.

See those people over there?

- Yeah. Those people? - Yeah. Go and steal their beer.

Done.

He played horribly today, dude.

- What? Hey. - Hey! What, what, what?

What are you doing?

- Listen, that had a surprise in it. - Bye!

Even better!

Edu!

Guess who I left the shoot with.

- Raúl… - What's…

I'm sorry, I…

I had no idea about any of this.

And I swear that I'm not a monster

and I wouldn't have done anything if I had known that you…

I'm so sorry.

No…

I love you.