Relax...
you're more and more relaxed.
Now, imagine a screen...
a movie screen that unfolds and opens in front of you.
Project on it your favorite place.
Concentrate on your breathing,
helping your entire body to relax, to feel at peace.
You don't need to change it.
Just let it come and go.
Come...
and go.
Now... you are there.
Focus on the details.
The colors...
the textures...
the light...
the temperature, feel the temperature.
Allow this scene to play out in front of you.
The feeling of peace is infinite.
Can you see it? It's really coming down.
Let's make sure this is good and closed.
Do you feel better?
Well, it's hard with the scenery in front of me.
What scenery?
You can see through your skirt.
You're so crude.
Well, you know what? I won't read for you anymore.
Oh, and it's time.
I'm going to pick her up.
Well, I'll get up and make some coffee.
Do you want some music?
Yeah, play what's there.
Well, there you go. I leave you with your Wagner.
See you in a bit.
THE SEA INSIDE
Julia, get in the car. You're going to freeze.
That girl is so stubborn.
You're Gené, right? I'm Marc.
- Hi. - Where's Julia?
It seems like Galicia is not too fond of us.
Yeah, well, it is February.
- How was the flight? - Fine. We finally meet.
Yeah, hey, would you mind coming in my car?
We agreed that only one person would come, that was it.
- I know. - Yes, and...?
- Oh, Marc just came to take notes. - Yeah, but can he be trusted?
- Yes. Well, he works at the firm. - Look,
I'm not sure you understand what Ramón needs to do.
Of course I know what he needs to do. We've spoken.
Okay, but today it's you guys, tomorrow the press,
then maybe the TV crews, and Ramón gets all panicked
that all of this will look bad from the start. Do you understand?
Look, the only thing I can tell you...
is that I came to do my best.
I hope so.
And let me remind you that all of this is very important to me,
not just as a professional.
Believe me, I understand Ramón quite well.
- Hello. - Hello.
I'm Julia.
- You're the attorney. - Mm-hmm.
That's Manuela, Ramón's sister-in-law.
- Would you like some help? - No, no, not at all.
They're here.
- Hi. - Hi.
Sorry for not shaking your hand.
What do you mean?
I've heard you're a little nervous.
Well, let's see...
first, I eat breakfast.
- At what time? - At 9:30.
Don't think I'm an early bird.
And...
then, I listen to the radio.
What do you like to listen to?
A little bit of everything,
- but mostly debates. - You like debates?
Yes.
Yeah, it gets me going.
You see? It's my personal computer.
Did you design it?
Yeah, I like to invent things.
Then, my father or nephew will build them.
Oh, you got serious.
Ramón...
why die?
Well, let's see...
I want to die because...
life for me in this condition...
life like this has no dignity.
Let me tell you. I understand that other quadriplegics
might get offended when I say...
that life like this has no dignity.
I don't judge anyone.
Who am I
to... to judge those who want to live?
That's why I ask that neither me,
nor the person who helps me die, be judged.
And you think someone will help you?
Well...
that all depends on those... those in charge at the flophouse, right?
It will depend on them overcoming their fear.
No, not at all, it's not that serious.
If death has always existed and will always exist,
if in the end, it gets us all...
everyone of us,
if it becomes part of us, all of that...
why do people get so shocked when I say
that I want to die?
As if... as if... as if it were something contagious.
If we end up going to trial,
you'll be asked why you don't seek an alternative to your handicap.
For instance, why do you refuse a wheelchair?
Accepting a wheelchair
would be like accepting the crumbs
of what used to be my freedom.
Look, think about this:
You're sitting there, right?
A little less than five feet away. Well, what's five feet?
An insignificant journey for any human being.
Well, those five feet,
necessary to reach you
let alone to even touch you,
is an impossible journey for me.
It's a false hope... a dream.
That's why I want to die.
Three hours are up, Ramón.
All right. They have to change my position.
Would you mind waiting downstairs?
He called us a year ago.
He literally thought we would help him die.
I told him what was available. We could offer him
moral support, legal advice,
but we wouldn't put cyanide in his mouth.
He got really upset. He called us fakes,
he... well, I had to hang up on him.
A few days later, he calls back, much calmer.
I was surprised at how he had everything in perspective.
- Has he ever wavered? - Never.
That's important.
- How long has he been like that? - 26 years.
At the beginning, his mother took care of him,
and when she passed on, his sister-in-law took over.
How's that?
Put this arm a little higher.
There you go.
- I'm going to change your catheter. - Not now, Manuela.
It will be quick.
If they have to wait, let them wait.
She's married to Ramón's brother, José.
They live off the farm
and a little orchard that they have.
What about them? What do they think about all this?
I... ideas are free,
but I think that what... what he's asking for is not right.
Why not?
I want the best for him,
everyone in this house wants the best for him.
So why does he want to die?
No one gets that.
It's not rational, as he says.
I can't... I can't give him it
and I won't allow... I will not allow him
to do it in this house.
I won't allow it.
- Hello. - Hello.
- That doesn't go there, Javi? - Sure it does, Mom.
Yeah, yeah. Take it up to your room.
Oh, your uncle wants you to take a look at the machine.
- Your backpa... - I know.
What's wrong with it?
One of the rollers is a little stiff.
Didn't you have an exam today?
Where's that attorney guy?
Attorney "girl. "
She's somewhere around with Gené and grandpa.
He took them to the beach.
Maybe they'll end up in Corunna.
He's always losing it.
Don't talk like that about your grandpa, Javi.
Well he is, he's senile.
Of course. He's old. What do you expect?
For him not to be so nosey.
He sits at home all day.
Like we really need him.
What?
Look, one day... one day, perhaps years from now,
but one day, you'll deeply,
deeply regret what you just said,
that you'll hate yourself.
- But why? - One day.
You'll see.
One day.
The sea is very treacherous here.
Those who dare swim here
have to be extremely careful.
My son jumped from right here.
I don't know what he was thinking.
I don't know.
What happened was he jumped
right when the undertow pulled back...
and snapped his neck
against the sea floor.
It's a real shame.
This is something that...
what I mean is...
well, if it's God's will,
he'll have to go on living.
But you know he doesn't want to.
But he doesn't say anything...
he never told me anything.
He says nothing.
We only shed tears that bring us joy.
If we win death,
if we're lucky,
we'll go to heaven...
because we've spent our entire life
in hell.
Well, if that was your image,
it's maybe because
the judges or juries
or the politicians who must decide
understand a little bit why, as apparently they can't enter
the psychological pain of the person.
Maybe they can understand that life is not about that.
Why are you smiling so much, Ramón?
When you can't escape
and you constantly rely on everyone else,
you learn to...
cry by smiling, you know?
- Good morning. - Good morning.
Does Ramón Sampedro live here?
Yes. Can I help you?
I was going for a ride
and I thought I'd pay him a visit.
I've heard that many people are coming to visit him.
Well.
Just for a bit.
I'm Rosa.
Come on over, dear. Come over.
- Where are you from? - Boiro.
I rode my bike here.
Oh, God. I... I feel like such a fool.
Why's that?
Well, because I don't know what to say. I don't really know you.
Well, don't worry about it.
Can't you see I can't do anything else?
Go on, have a seat.
Why did you come here?
Wow, you're making it difficult for me.
Okay, what do you do for a living?
I work in a canning factory.
I also have a radio show on Radio Boiro
on Wednesdays and Fridays.
You don't say... I think I may have heard you.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
But I'm just an amateur and nothing else.
You're good at it. Really good.
Yeah... quote-unquote, right?
I have a thing about getting started,
but once I do, they can't stop me.
I have two little children.
- And a husband? - No.
Well, yes, but we left him.
And you're alone right now?
Let's see... I had a boyfriend,
the father of my second son,
but he left me too... we left him.
So now I'm on my own.
But I'm fine, don't worry.
No, I'm just asking in case I had a chance.
Why are you laughing?
Oh, I'm sorry.
Easy, I'm just teasing you, girl.
Besides, I'm not sure I'd want to deal with two kids.
My nephew is bad enough.
I caught you on TV the other day.
Oh, yeah, we're getting closer now.
- Closer to what? - To the reason why you're here.
I heard what you were saying,
and then I noticed your eyes,
- which are beautiful. - Thank you.
And I thought, "His eyes are so full of life,
how could someone with those eyes want to die?"
Look, we all have problems
and we don't have to run from them, you know?
No, I don't run from my problems.
- On the contrary. - Of course you run, of course you do.
That's why I wanted to come.
- Why? - Well...
to make you feel like living.
To tell you that life...
That life what?
That it's worth it, right?
Let's see...
did you come here to see me or to convince me?
No, I came because I want to be your friend, Ramón.
Well, if you want to be my friend, Rosa, start by respecting my wishes.
How can you be so thickheaded?
And don't judge me. Don't you judge me, Rosa.
Don't you judge me, not in my own home.
Or do you want me to judge you?
Do you want me to judge you?
Why don't we talk about...
Why don't we talk about the real reason you're here?
Why don't we talk about how obvious it is
that you're a frustrated woman who woke up this Saturday
hoping to make sense of your own life?
Huh?
Right. Run... you can.
Thank you. Do you want me to play something?
No, darling. You keep on being cheerful. Good night.
Good night.
Well, it's 8:45
and we're on Radio Boiro.
Please remember you can call in with your musical requests.
Before we go on,
I'd like to dedicate the next song
to someone whom... I don't know,
maybe he's listening.
I know he listens to the radio quite a lot.
I'd love for him to call in one day
and request a song.
But I know he won't do it because, well,
we didn't end on good terms the last time we met.
But for what it's worth,
I'd love to tell him that I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I judged you, Ramón.
I'm a total beast. What can you do?
Nothing, right?
For you, Ramón, my friend. "Black Shadow. "
- Yes? - Hello.
Gené, how's it going?
Fine. Well, I'm still at the office.
You keep us busier than a dumb child, Ramón.
I'm kidding, kidding.
Hey, that interview was just brilliant.
- RDD Association - We are getting calls of support
- Right to Die with Dignity - non-stop, Ramón.
This is perfect for the trial.
Oh, are you starting?
You have to cheer up, we won't get anywhere like that.
Besides, you already knew we'd have to go through this.
Sure, darling, of course, yeah.
Hey, Julia, the attorney,
would like to see you again, and this time for a longer time.
She fell in love with me.
You wish, handsome.
Besides, she's married. No, no, she says
she needs to get to know you better in order to prepare the case.
That's what they all say.
Hang on.
Two minutes.
Hm, hey... you know...
the guy that came with her? I think he's likes me.
You're gonna leave me for an attorney?
- No. - Your loss.
Well, looking good...
your leg.
Yeah, it moves, that's for sure.
- I'm glad. - Let's see...
This will be very easy. You just have to answer with your heart.
You mean with my head, right?
With your head. You don't mind if I tape you, right?
Let's see, let's start with your youth,
before the accident, okay?
- What were you doing back then? - Uh, is that necessary?
It was such a long time ago...
- Your memory's that bad? - No, it's just that, well...
I thought we'd talk about my petition for suicide.
Of course we'll do that, Ramón. It's just that it's very important
for the judge to identify with you
and to understand you.
And in order to do that, I need to know who Ramón Sampedro is
and who he used to be.
Really? You're going to use it against me down the road.
Man, you're really thickheaded, huh?
I'm just your attorney, Ramón, I'm on your side.
Okay.
All right, well...
let's see, at age 19, I grabbed my things and...
I went out to see the world, right?
And that's what I did for a few years until... until the accident.
Hang on a second, I'm sorry.
- You traveled the world at age 20? - Betcha you don't know how?
As a ship mechanic.
I'm always telling my nephew,
"Sailors travel for free. "
What? Are you looking for proof?
No, it's just I didn't see any pictures of you around here...
from your youth.
Why?
Do I look that ugly now or what?
Okay, I'm done with the questions, it's over.
You don't like to look back, do you?
No, of course not. I look to the future.
- And what's in your future? - Death.
Same with you.
Or you never think about death?
As if I were the only one who thinks about death.
Yes, of course I think about it.
I just try to avoid it being the only thing I think about.
It's going to rain tomorrow.
It's gonna rain.
I think he whistled.
- I didn't hear anything. - Yes, yes, yes.
What are you doing?
The game's on.
Javi, you know I don't like soccer, man.
Why don't you watch it on the TV downstairs?
Hey, you know that if you want to convince me,
you have to give me a rational explanation, right?
Right? And a good one, too.
Depor is playing.
Well...
Well, that's not a rational explanation, man.
- But that's important. - Why?
Because it's crucial for the team.
If they lose this one, then they can only reach second place.
Okay, turn it on.
Carping...
- He raises his head, Russo... - Can you see okay?
Passes it straight, and for now that's all.
It goes to Comiche, to Salgado, Carping falls down, and he stays down.
- Paulo Silva gets the ball. - Oh.
You heard him whistling too?
Ramón said you asked about pictures.
Yes.
Surely there are some around.
I'll look for them tomorrow.
Thanks.
If you need extra blankets, they're in the closet.
June evenings are still chilly around here.
Manuela...
- No, no, no. - Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
But I can't accept it, I just can't.
Manuela, look, I'm gonna be here for a few days, right?
The least I can do is contribute in some way.
But this is on top of you working for free.
I do it because I want to.
Manuela, please.
Okay.
If you need anything at all,
just let me know.
Thank you.
Hey, what are you guys plotting in there?
Nothing.
It's a pity you can't see the sea from here.
Just the way I like it.
That way I can see it whenever I want.
How's that?
Well, whenever I feel like it,
I concentrate...
and I take a stroll out to the sea.
I fly there.
I would imagine the sea means a lot to you, right?
The sea gave me my life and then took it away.
I'm not sure that means anything.
Tell me a few things about that day,
the day your life changed, okay?
- Go ahead. - Well, for starters,
when did it happen?
August 23, 1968.
You were living with your parents back then.
Sure, whenever I wasn't at sea.
I was just a kid.
Were you alone at the beach that day?
No, I was with... with some friends,
people from the village.
But how did someone who knew the sea as well as you
not take into account the undertow?
I was distracted.
Distracted?
Yeah, I don't know...
my mind was somewhere else.
And...?
Well, let's leave it at that.
It's all the same.
I can see you don't want to talk about that either.
No, I'm just remembering things.
Just remembering.
Next thing I knew, I was in the air,
jumping into very shallow water.
Did you lose consciousness?
No... not at all.
I was face down,
floating around.
And you know what?
It's true what they say about those who are about to die...
that thing about suddenly seeing your life flashing before your eyes.
That happened to me.
And what did you see?
They say that...
when you're drowning,
and you have no air left, you die instantly.
It's a sweet death.
I should have died back then.
And do you still see all these people?
Well, some of them I do,
and others, I don't.
Who's this girl?
Just a girl...
Well, she's in a lot of pictures.
She used to live in the village. Can I get a drag?
You smoke?
Every now and then, hoping it will kill me.
But it doesn't.
She was my girlfriend.
Your girlfriend?
What happened to her?
Well, nothing.
She hung around the hospital for a while.
And one day she blurted out some nonsense
about us getting married,
and I told her, "Okay, look, get out of here
and go about your life as best you can
and forget about me. "
Did you love her?
That wasn't the problem.
- What do you mean it wasn't? - No...
the question was whether...
whether I was willing to love in this condition.
Are you saying that you refuse to love because...?
Because I can't love, exactly, yes.
So what I have to tell the judges
is that, in your opinion, quadriplegics have no right to fall in love, right?
But who... who's talking about quadriplegics here?
I'm talking about me, about Ramón Sampedro.
- There are other ways of making love. - Yeah, sure.
Has any girl kissed you in these 27 years?
What, are you gonna give me a demonstration now?
The girl from Boiro is here.
What girl from Boiro...?
Cristián, I said come here.
- Rosa. - Hello, Ramón.
I said come here.
Leave him alone, woman. Let's see,
are you a good boy or a bad boy?
A bad boy.
Well, then I'm not so sure we'll get along, huh?
- I'm Julia. - I'm Rosa. Charmed.
Hey, am I interrupting?
- No. - No.
No. I'll leave you guys alone for a while.
- How are you doing? - Fine.
I hope you haven't come here to encourage me to go on living,
like you always do.
Oh, no, please.
Well, I don't know... I felt like seeing you
so you could meet my brats.
I like that much better.
Cristián. Cristián.
Stop it, will you? We're not at home.
This is Samuel.
Hey, Sami, say hi.
Hi, Sami. Sami.
- What's Ramón saying? - Sami.
- He's very shy. - Why are you in bed?
Because he can't move. I told you.
Is it true you don't feel anything?
Oh, what's the matter?
Let's see, are you hot?
You never know with this weather.
Well, since we've been waiting a month to be paid,
we decided not to show up today. Maybe now they'll take us seriously.
So it's like a holiday for us.
I made them breakfast, we hopped on the bus,
and, off to see Ramón.
Ow.
- What happened? - Nothing, nothing.
Oh, Samuel, why are you crying?
- Manuela... - Yes?
In all honesty, what do you think about all of this?
What do I think about what?
About...
about your brother-in-law's wish to die.
That's what he wants.
Right, but...
but you...
what would you want, what would you prefer?
It's just that my preferences don't matter.
Ramón wants to die.
It's all very clear to me.
You want to see something?
- Something? - Yes.
Come on.
Cristián, leave that alone.
I said leave it.
I'm gonna spank your butt till it's bright red.
It's mostly poetry.
I never threw anything away.
It just makes me very sad
because of how difficult it is for him to write.
And the handwriting...
look.
I've never seen more beautiful handwriting, you know?
Well, I'm going back downstairs, okay?
- Manuela... - Yes?
It's going to take me a while to read it all.
Would you mind telling Ramón that...?
You took a stroll...
- along the beach. - Thanks.
- Of course. - Mom...
That's the first and last time I bring you along.
But Mom, that guy is totally faking it.
- The last time. - Mom, I'm telling you.
And she didn't say when she'd be back?
Just a stroll.
So take advantage of it and rest a little.
You can complain later.
- Why? - Because.
Not a minute goes by that a woman doesn't enter this house.
One might think you were making a harem.
Come on, Manuela.
You know I'm only married to one.
Yeah, to death.
- You don't want anything else? - No.
They told me you were here...
and I came flying.
Manuela...
Hi.
How was your stroll?
I've been reading, Ramón.
I've been reading everything you've written so far.
Did you know...
that what you've written...
is wonderful?
So in addition to being an attorney, you're also a writer.
Go ahead, laugh if you want.
But I'm telling you, all of this can be published.
Of course it can be published, darling,
nowadays everything gets published.
Well, I can't think of a better way to support your case.
It's your voice.
Look, Julia,
I don't know...
this was much clearer at the beginning, you know?
Supposedly you came here with...
with a purpose, right? You came here to help me.
- Yes, but... - Right, and instead of doing that,
you start questioning everything,
looking for I don't know what...
You meddle with...
with my feelings...
Do you want me to leave?
What I want right now is a cigarette,
please.
Sure.
I'll go get them.
Julia...
Julia.
Julia, what happened?
Julia...
Are you okay?
Julia.
Ma...
Manuela!
Manuela.
Manuela!
Manuela.
Manuela!
It's not because of what's happened to me.
It's because of what could happen to me.
Because one day
it's the legs, and the next day...
you can... end up blind.
And you may or may not recover.
Up to now I've been pretty lucky,
but then the next heart attack hits.
And the next one,
and the next one, and the next one,
and nobody can tell you when
or what it's going to be like. Nobody can tell you
what's going to be left of you, if there's anything left at all.
Your husband is quite optimistic.
And what good is it to be optimistic
if there isn't even a medication for this?
What good is it to try to stand up,
to work, to have hopes if... if sooner or later
you have another heart attack, and in the end, you fall down again
and you fall to shit again?
Don't you see how ridiculous it is?
I've called you because I want to become a member of RDD.
I first thought about it two years ago
when I was diagnosed.
I backed out at the last minute.
But I can't do it again after this.
Not after this.
I just can't take it anymore. This is not life.
Does your husband know?
I'm not sure I want to tell him.
Well, you should.
Julia,
fear is a very powerful weapon.
Fear doesn't give you the freedom to decide.
You're telling me this right now because of this fear.
Maybe down the road
you'll back out again because of that, because of the same fear.
Don't act out of fear.
Supposedly you support people who want to commit suicide, right?
No.
You think that I just go around,
telling everybody who has a problem
that the best way out for them is to get out of the way?
No.
No, freedom is what we support,
the freedom of those who want to live and that of those who want to die.
It's a very different thing.
And CADASIL is a disease...
yeah, I know, it's fucked up.
But all I'm telling you is to think it over a bit more.
Ramón gave me this for you.
If you want, we can talk about all this...
some other day.
Well, how did she seem?
Fine.
Yeah, huh?
She seemed fine to me too.
Well, I'm very glad I met you.
- Thank you for coming. - Not at all.
- It's something else, I'm staying. - You're staying?
Yes, wait for me, I'll be right over.
Okay.
Dear Julia,
when Gené told me that an attorney had offered to take my case,
there was one key factor in making my decision...
and it was that that attorney was suffering
from a degenerative disease.
I thought that only someone in that condition
could really understand my own
and share my hell.
Now I know sometimes it is worth
living in that hell
if that's the only way to meet people like you.
It's worth having shared a cigarette with them, or...
like now, to show them some affection
even if it's only by writing this silly letter.
And speaking of silly things, I'm correcting my writings
in the hopes that you may soon come back
and give me a hand.
At the moment, my nephew Javi has started to help me
by typing them on his computer.
Other than that, life here is the same as always.
You know. Manuela spent the whole month keeping me bundled up
so that the fall doesn't catch me with my pants down.
Javi continues fighting with his grandpa.
I come up with little tasks for them to spend more time together.
A lot of my friends came to visit me this month,
some of them have been doing it for 25 years,
which never ceases to amaze me.
They enjoy telling me their stories, and I love every minute of it.
Do you remember Rosa, the girl from the cannery?
I think she found some sort of shelter here.
The other day she wanted to help Manuela change my clothes
and they ended up in an argument. I once again realized that...
whenever you rely on everybody else for everything,
well, you lose your privacy.
In the end, I hope to be able to keep my little kingdom in order
until you can cheer me up once again with your presence.
Big hug.
What's wrong?
Let's see, what does it say here?
Here, what does it say?
"Life is not like that oh no. "
No, sir, it should read:
"Life is not like that. " Period... "Oh no?"
- No. Let me see. - Yes, period.
- Here? - And you're missing an accent there.
It needs an accent... right there.
Don't you see?
Huh? "Death is my friend," comma...
where's the comma there?
Well, what do they teach you guys in school?
Honestly, you only have to pay attention to what I give you, man.
Even your grandpa would do a better job.
Look, Javi, if this is indicative of your help,
I'd rather you didn't, eh?
Because you create more work for me, you see?
Gimme the stick, man.
Gimme the stick. Okay.
Pay a little more attention, okay?
Javi.
- Javi, what's wrong? - Nothing.
Dear Ramón,
sorry I took so long to reply to your letter,
but the doctors have restricted my use of the computer
and any other general activity
that doesn't require me to exert the use of my legs.
They assure me I'll be able to walk again,
even though they think I shouldn't continue working on your case.
There's a huge window
in the rehabilitation room.
Sometimes I imagine myself passing through it
and I fly, like you do, over Barcelona.
I arrive at the sea and I continue to fly
until I just see a neverending horizon of water.
And I think, silly me, that if you do the same thing from Corunna,
maybe you can travel the world once again
and we could end up meeting somewhere on this planet.
I truly identified
with your mention of the lack of privacy and freedom.
I try to withstand it, particularly for my husband,
as he unselfishly cares for me.
But at the same time, I refuse to give in to this inertia,
where I can only be thankful for what I'm given
because I have no other choice than to accept it.
I hope to be able to see you in a few months
and I remain true to my promise of helping you with the book.
Until then, thanks
and warm wishes from a friend.
I knew that it could happen.
I knew it. I knew it would happen.
Maybe we were wrong to come here.
No, Marc, no. We had to try. He had to be here.
Ramón doesn't have any money to pay for a legal battle like this.
It's up to us.
What do you want? We'll go back to Galicia and start over again.
As if justice were so speedy in this country.
Besides, I have to tell Ramón myself, you know?
Gené, listen.
Listen, Gené. I'm willing to put
as much time into this as necessary.
Sure, Marc, but...
time doesn't mean the same thing to you as it does to Ramón.
Quadriplegic Ramón Sampedro's petition
requesting his euthanasia was thrown out yesterday
by the courts due to a problem with form.
In the ruling, it was pointed out that the judicial process
should have been started in Corunna,
the place of residence of the quadriplegic,
and not in Barcelona.
Many have raised their voices due to this case,
among them, that of Catholic priest Francisco de Galdar,
a quadriplegic, just like Ramón.
Ramón says he doesn't want to go on living, but I don't know.
I wonder if what Ramón is actually doing
is asking... asking society, asking all of us,
for some sort of attention?
- The nerve! - Maybe it's because those around him,
his family, his friends don't, don't know
or are unable to give him the love, the support he needs.
What an asshole.
Wouldn't it be, in the end, that what Ramón is asking for
is just a little bit of love?
I'd really, really like to go see him.
I'd like to talk to him very much,
and to convince him that there are plenty of reasons to go on living.
Don't you have to go to school?
...a lot of news in our country,
coming up next...
Postage will go up as of next January. The price of stamps for Spain...
You must be happy now, right? You must be happy.
Your whole family has been humiliated on TV.
But you go on, man, keep it up.
Bring shame upon all of us.
What about you, Dad, aren't you going to say anything?
Don't bring Dad into this, okay?
Whatever you have to tell me, tell me it and be done.
You think you're so smart.
Nobody in this house wants to confront you.
But I have something to tell you, Ramón. I want to tell you something.
- José, brother, listen for a second. - I'm your older brother.
Please, listen to me for a minute.
What happens if you have an accident tomorrow and you die?
No... I mean it, okay?
Have you ever thought about that?
Have you thought about what would happen to me?
I'd have to take care of this family, wouldn't I?
Your wife, your son, Dad...
with my meager pension.
Or the other way around...
should I go on living to make things even more difficult?
L-I-I-et me tell you something, Ramón.
Look, I'm your older brother. Your older brother.
And while I am alive,
nobody kills anybody in this house,
nobody kills anybody. Do you hear me?
Get it in your head, Ramón. Nobody!
Well, son, I'm leaving.
See you tomorrow, Dad.
I'll get it.
Good evening, Manuela. I'm here to see Ramón.
Don't you see what time it is, dear?
I know that, but I couldn't make it earlier.
I'll explain it to Ramón.
Look, I don't think he feels like seeing anybody.
You see, he didn't have a good day today.
Why don't you come tomorrow or the day after that?
It's important.
The cannery is shutting down.
They say things aren't going well,
that there's no money to pay us, so out, on our asses.
Fuck, they have no right.
No right at all.
Rosa.
Sorry, Ramón.
What are you sorry for, girl?
Cry all you want.
I wish I could get up and hug you.
Just when I'd started to save some money...
I wanted to buy you a telescope for the Epiphany.
Rosa, you don't have to buy me anything, okay?
I'll get mad if you spend even a dime on me.
But I wanted to.
I wanted to...
give you something.
But why do you have to give me anything?