Mum, are you alright?
Yes, I'm fine.
Sure?
Yes, sure.
It's so quiet, isn't it?
It's May. Nobody comes to the coast.
Just us.
It was always busy.
We used to come with your dad.
We loved the croissants.
Also, the trip was much longer then. The road was so narrow.
We looked forward to stopping here and stretching our legs.
And that smell, it's still the same.
Must be the wood.
No, must be the varnish...
No.
I don't know what it is.
We probably make these things up.
Things we carry inside us.
And what for?
Right?
What?
What I'm saying.
Hurry up, we'll miss the bus.
Is that the sea, mister?
Yes, nice isn't it? We're almost there.
Do you live here?
No, I have to go back,
- I live in B.A. - You won't get to swim then!
Beba!
Come here! Don't pester the man; he's driving.
It's alright, we're just chatting.
I'm going for a swim. Is it very cold?
Very cold, this is not a good time of year to swim.
It's not summertime.
- Are you on vacation? - No, my sister's here to see her dad.
Her dad is not your dad?
No, my mum had her first, with another man, the local baker.
The baker?
Yes.
I'm not going to school for a week. My teacher said it's OK.
Mum said we had to come here together.
Of course.
Now that we know where Cholo lives, my sister can see him.
- Cholo? - Yes.
Go to your mum, she's calling you.
Could be a trío,
piano, flute and cello.
Marito, watch your speed.
Ah, sorry, sorry.
Sorry.
Going this slow is also dangerous.
I know you don't want to talk about this, but...
never thought about getting some help?
Someone to help you...
get over your trauma.
What?
Oh, shit!
- You want me to get out? - No, no.
No, I'll get out and I'll push you all the way to Santa Teresita.
Ok, I'll drive slowly so you'll feel safer.
- Next time I'll get you a helmet. - Don't give me that shit,
- you know what speed does to me. - Alright.
- It's a beautiful day, feels like summer. - Ok... Ok
- Ok... - Let's go slowly.
You carry on blaming yourself for the accident.
Carrying the cross! Nobody can help you...
Let's change the subject.
If you kill your pregnant wife...
if you kill her because you're speeding...
That's how it was?
What do you mean?
They're going to say now.
That was a trío by Franz Webber,
- flute, piano and cello. - A trío by Webber. You were right.
Shit, I get to pay for the beer again.
A LESS WORSE WORLD
Get the nose up.
- Is this OK? - Yes, that's OK.
Are we almost there?
Just one more block.
I'll help you with your bag.
Where does Cholo live?
We're not staying there. I rented an apartment.
Why?
Bebi, please, shut up for a minute.
The nose goes down, I bring it up.
It goes sideways, I bring it back, I keep it level.
I see I'm going too fast, I pull the throttle back and...
- And here I am. - Great!
- Really... - I must have lost...
- 6 pounds. - Well...
- The guy must really trust you. - Yeah...
They wouldn't let you if you're not ready.
- After all, their life is on the line too. - Sure.
I knew it, I knew it...
I knew I could do it.
And at 55.
I can fly, shit!
- Thanks for the ride, Mario. - I can pick you up tomorrow.
- After you. - No, no...
- Please, go ahead - You first.
No way, please...
Like this.
Light the match, press the button, and hold it.
Wait for the gas...
By the way, I changed the canister this morning
it's full. Besides... look
you have some detergent, a sponge. Not much.
The old couple who were here last, left it all behind.
You sleep here with mum.
You sleep here. Mum and I will sleep in the bedroom.
- This isn't a bedroom. - Yes it is, look.
Dining room during the day, and at night,
...a bedroom. - Why, just because you say so?
No, it's all there is.
Alberto told me, your brother.
Of course you know he's your brother.
I'm so silly. I just want to help.
You are already helping, by letting us stay here.
That's how it is.
All I know...
is he's a good man. He's, how can I put it,
he's a bit
lost. But everyone here...
Ioves Cholo.
Even after all these years I remember the guy.
You should've seen him!
He got on in Constitución.
I could tell he was drunk or something.
- Are we leaving? - He sat in the second row.
- Bye. - See you around.
He looked out of the window, touching his nose.
- You leave? - You do; I'm sleepy. Then I realized...
he was crying.
Really something.
What year was that?
Must have been '80, '81, some years ago.
- And did he stay here, in Mar de Ajó? - I think so.
He became a baker.
I used to see him when I came here on vacation with my family.
I bought some bread... he didn't recognize me.
The whole trip looking out of the window.
The little girl is his daughter?
Not this little girl, the other one.
And the lady must have been his wife.
When we got to Mar de Ajó, everyone got off the bus but him.
So I told him he had to get off.
He got up and never even looked at me.
And he left me a gift.
A gift?
He'd peed on the seat.
See you tomorrow, Cholo.
It was about time you got up.
What time is it?
About ten.
What are you doing? Get dressed, you'll catch a cold.
Pass me the coffee.
How are you feeling?
Alright.
Come on.
Get dressed. You can take a shower later,
I can't get the boiler going.
I'll give it a try later.
"I'll give it a try later".
She thinks she can do everything.
Stop pestering me.
- Is this all there is to eat? - Yes,
only some crackers left.
I'll go to the bakery in a while.
Mum...
Shall I go along with you?
No, stay with Beba.
What is it?
You look very pretty.
Good luck, mum.
You are going to crease my clothes.
Juan, the small buns are all gone...
- you have to come in earlier. - Alright.
- Thanks. - 56, 56, 57.
- 56, me Don Cholo, excuse me. - Miguel.
- A quarter? - Yes.
Anything else?
Six croissants.
Ok.
Six croissants.
That'll be 2.20.
- 3 and 2... 5. - Thanks.
57. Now it's your turn, Raquel.
The vet was here. He told me about your daughter's dog.
Poor thing, tumors all over him.
Who would say, uh? After all the care...
You were saying?
- What a tragedy, full of... - Ah, yes,
you are right. The usual?
They are slightly crispy, just like your husband likes them.
Anything wrong, madam?
Are you feeling dizzy?
Shall I call a doctor?
- Who's that? - Stay out of it.
Breathe deeply.
You know who she is?
- The one I told you about. - Impossible.
That's her.
Floria told me she came yesterday, with her daughters.
Poor giris.
- She probably brought them to blackmail Cholo. - How can you know that?
Don't be so stubborn. Of course I know!
She's a dirty whore.
You can tell just by looking at her.
She's all humble now,
but she ruined that poor man's life.
No, I'm going that way anyway.
- Just ride on. Won't you be late? - No!
Look! It's a beautiful day.
Let me tell you, it's my pleasure.
My name is Miguel, and yours?
Isabel.
Do you live here?
Yes, actually, I only moved here recently.
Does this happen to you often?
- What? - Getting dizzy!
Fainting!
I'm sick.
Is it bad?
- Quite bad. - Well!
I mean, that's bad!
- Quite bad! - Mum,
- what's with the bicycle? - Do you like it?
- Are you Cholo? - Cholo?
- No he's not, dear. - How did it go, mum? Come up.
- Is that your daughter? - Yes.
My name is Miguel.
- Hi. - Are you alright?
Yes, thanks a lot.
I'm Miguel...
I escorted your mother here...
My name's Miguel.
- Yes, I heard you. - I'll drop by later.
Shall I?
Low tide will be 06:17, 39 cm,
high tide 11:09, 1.35 m...
at 17:50, 58 cm.,
and at 23:33, 1.56m.
A blue wing
the color of the sky
A blue wing
The color of the sea
This is the flag
of my homeland...
Who was it?
Fuentes.
- Are you talking to me? - Yes,
get rid of that candy.
- This song is about the motherland. - Yes.
Then cut it out, show more respect.
I don't like it, my ears hurt.
Let's begin again.
This is the flag
of my homeland...
Fuentes,
I'll give you an A, whatever you want.
All I ask is that for the school show you don't sing.
Don't sing, just move your lips, whatever...
but I'll lose my patien...
Hello,
- Over here! - Look over here!
- I saw you today with your mother. - With your mummy.
- Shut the fuck up... - Yes.
Is she better now?
- Yes, thanks. - Babe, you're really something!
Great ass, babe!
Please, calm down.
- I'm on my way out. - I've got to go.
Hang on a second, please.
Don't go. Fuck...
- How are you? - Hello.
- Funny finding you here. - I was just leaving.
Where did you get this?
I got it cheaper than a normal bike.
In summer, people used to rent these, they were trendy.
They was only one left, so I got it really cheap.
Trends change, don't they.
- Individualism. - What?
The guy would say to his girlfriend...
let's rent one of these so we can be together.
Do many people live here?
I'd say about a thousand. In summer, there's 50.000.
It's a cheap vacation spot.
I like it, it's quiet.
I came here with my family when I was a boy.
Some things happened and I came back.
What happened to you?
My wife and I separated.
I realized I wasn't doing what I wanted to do in life.
Then I remembered the one place where I'd been happy
had been here, when I was a kid.
So you came here to live.
I don't know; I'm here for now.
I got a job as music teacher.
I look after an old couple's beautiful house.
Is Cholo's bakery that way?
- Cholo? - Do you know him?
We all know each other here, particularly the baker.
Everybody eats bread.
- There he is. - Who?
Cholo.
- Which one is he? - The one with white hair.
Will you open up?
You don't seem to be in a hurry.
That's what happened?
- I was told something different. - What?
That he had an accident and that she died.
Is that what they told you? Who made that up I wonder?
That's just a small town talk for you.
Must be tough, meeting Cholo.
Funny that I should meet you before your father does.
That's how some love stories are.
The things we do so we're not left alone.
- Do you mean my mum? - No, me. Everybody, really.
I met my wife at a Mardi Gras. It couldn't have been worse.
We all went there trying to pick up someone.
Sometimes it happened, like it happened to me.
So you get used to it.
And sometimes with just a little effort...
one sees someone in love, and believes it is love.
I don't know, I've never been to a Mardi Gras.
You don't need to.
How can you tell? I often feel lonely.
But you are beautiful.
Was your wife ugly?
No, she was beautiful.
I wonder what she was doing there.
My parents met at a political meeting.
They were young and were part of the Communist party.
They had these ideas.
My mum told me...
once with dad, they organized something like a cinema.
In fact what they did was get a projector
and went around the shanty towns showing movies to the children.
At first, they weren't close.
They talked about revolution and things like that...
and then one day,
they realized they were in love.
They first kissed in front of the children,
who laughed at them.
Isn't that cute?
Very.
Sonia.
Sonia!
That's my mum. I have to go.
How are you?
Let's meet again.
Yes, alright.
Good luck with your dad.
***
How was it,
did you feel anything?
I don't know, what was I to feel?
I saw him from a distance.
And Miguel had to tell me which one he was.
You should have gone up to him.
I don't think so.
I thought you didn't want me to meet him.
Leave me out of this. He's your father.
Don't be an idiot. What are you saying? Please.
I don't understand what's going on. I don't know what to do either.
- I thought if you met him... - I can't help you anymore,
- I've done enough. - What?
- What? - Drop it, or we're really going to argue.
I can't even talk to you today. What's the matter?
- Sonia! - What?
- Give me a break! - What break, mom, what break?
I'm always with you, during your operation, your recovery.
Don't be so unfair!
- What is it now? - Don't give me that
every time I try to tell you what happens to me!
Don't look as if you don't understand!
You don't understand? Do you need me to explain it to you?
Don't you think about me?
Can't you see that it wasn't me who chose to get into this?
It was you two who put me here! You and this fucking never-ending story!
- Now you talk to this bicycle guy and all of a sudden... - What bicycle guy?
He has nothing to do with this, nothing at all! Don't run away from everything!
I'm sick and tired of you! I don't understand you!
I can't talk to you, because you're absolutely impossible!
And I have to keep quiet, just like when I was small!
Don't be mean to mum.
- I'm not being mean... - Sonia,
If you want to go back to Buenos Aires, do it...
just leave us here.
You are, as always, giving me a hard time.
Fuck it!
Mum,
let me help you.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
- Are you looking for someone? - No...
Well, yes, Cholo. Is he coming soon?
- I really don't know. Isn't he in? - There's no one in.
- Apartment N° 6, right? - Yes, we live opposite.
He must be at "Pendorcho".
Yeah, right. We're going there now.
- Do you want to come with us? - No, thanks.
I'll wait for him, in case he comes back.
See you then. I'm Lalo Fuentes.
- Nice to meet you. - He's Marcelito.
Isabel.
There are no kids because it's a town for old people.
- Why? - I don't know why.
But they have a school and Miguel teaches them music.
At my school, music teachers are all women.
A man never teaches music.
- Looks like no women play the piano here. - Why?
I don't know why, it's not easy playing the piano.
Mum does, only we don't have a piano.
Remember how she used to play at Christmas at uncle's place?
Mum plays very well.
One day we'll buy her a piano.
- How much does a piano cost? - A lot of money.
- Why? - Beba!
It just costs a lot of money.
- Someone's at the door. - Go, go.
Ask who it is.
- Who is it? - It's me, Floria.
Floria.
It's the owner of this house.
- Shall I let her in? - Ask her in.
Fucking bitch!
Hello, hello, hello.
What a nice sweater! Hello, hello.
Hello, cutie. Where's your mum?
- She went out. - Where did she go?
She went out for some air.
What a pity.
I'm with friends next door and we are about to play cards.
- Is she coming back soon? - I don't know.
- Something smells good. - She went to see Cholo.
Look at this. Tasty.
- How's that going? You can tell me, I know. - Yes.
- I know you know. - Your uncle Alberto told me
when he stayed here this summer.
It's so sad,
she must be suffering.
Go and put some music on. I have to talk to the lady.
- What music? - Anything. Surprise me. Buzz off.
She's so pretty; bye cutie.
And I love that pink headband, my favorite color.
What do you know then?
That your mum wasn't well...
- and then... - My mum had a breast removed.
Cancer.
She seems to be ok now.
But she lives in fear of having it pop up somewhere else.
- I didn't know it was cancer. - Let me finish!
As for my dad,
I never met him.
And yes,
he was imprisoned, even though that's not the right word.
The military took him away from home when mum was pregnant with me.
So you see, my mum wasn't a whore or crazy,
or whatever it is that you're spreading around.
- But I didn't... - I just want to be clear.
That's all. Anything else you want to know?
Ah! Yes! My dad is not crazy.
In any case, he doesn't need to be pitied in this town.
If he doesn't remember, or maybe doesn't want to do so;
it's because of what he went through.
Because what he went through nobody...
can or will ever imagine the suffering of those who were in there.
So now you know everything, ok?
You'll understand...
why my mum, after all she went through...
not knowing if the disease will ever kill her,
wants to see him.
She wants us to be, after all these years
and ugly things, a family.
I didn't mean to upset you.
- I'm only trying to help her. - Do you really want to help us?
Then help us!
Just don't go around spreading your versión of what happens to us.
My mum was lonely...
and ended up with some asshole and had my sister.
We knew nothing about my dad, not even if he was alive.
I'll give you something juicy...
for your gossiping friends:
My mum loves my dad.
And as far as she's concerned,
he's still the only man in her life.
So?
Is she coming?
What is it? Is she coming or not?
Get your asses in gear! Yackety-yaking all day long!
Let's go out.
All you do is talk bullshit. You have no idea what you're talking about!
Hello... Hello...
Alright, turn it on.
Hello, hello.
Can you hear me?
Ok.
Love me...
The image of Ristofen with the...
- the scarf... - Love me,
please.
I'm a slave to your love.
You can see my shape,
I can't live without you
Love me like you did before
with fire and passión
and let's live our love
with future and compassión
Love me, I want to go close to the sea
love me, let's go for a walk
I expect you
to be sincere
Love me like you did before
with fire and passión
and let's live our love
with future and compassión
Love me, I want to go close to the sea
love me, let's go for a walk
- I expect you... - Hello, let's go bowling.
To be sincere
Love me, I want to go close to the sea
love me, let's go for a walk
I expect you...
to be sincere
Love me, please
I'm a slave to your love
You can see my shape,
I can't live without you.
- Bye. - Love me like you did before.
With fire and passión
and let's live our love
with future and compassión
Cholo!
What is it?
What do you mean what is it?
I don't get it. Who is it?
It's us.
Us, who?
Us, you and me, Cholo.
Please,
what's the matter?
It's me, Isabel.
You're doing this on purpose.
Don't run off, don't be afraid!
We could stay a few more days.
No.
What's the point? There's nothing we can do now.
Bebi is missing school, I have things to do and you...
Look mum, I worked very hard to get this week off.
I know, honey.
I know, but...
You must understand this is hard for me too.
I'm still not well.
I...
Forgive me, I should have waited longer before...
getting you into this.
Hello!
Cutie!
Hello!
Hello, how are you?
- What's that? - What do you think?
- What did you do to your bike? - Now I have a claxon. Listen!
- Claxon. - And what's that paper on the front?
I have a cold;
I can blow my nose.
How are you?
I'll take your girl out for a while. I'll bring her back shortly.
But I love my dad.
All we do is talk about Cholo. What about my dad?
It's just for a few days...
when we get back you'll see your dad all the time.
But you love Cholo, right?
I told you, I don't get along with your dad.
I'm asking you if you love Cholo more or not.
Maybe a little more.
- What is it? - Nothing.
Are you sure?
Why?
Why what?
Why do you love my dad less?
We no longer talk, we don't get along.
You only love those you get along with,
that's very nice.
That's the way it is.
That's the way it is for you.
It's probably you who upsets dad, and that's why he's so nervous.
Right?
Maybe.
Then, why don't you think about it?
You're so mean to Dad.
And Cholo! You don't even get along with him,
he's crazy.
Don't say that.
Everybody knows he's crazy,
he pretends he doesn't know you.
Why do you say that?
He plays stupid.
He doesn't want to see you, he doesn't love you, period.
That's not how it is.
The thing is Cholo...
Cholo is not well...
Cholo is sick.
I don't think so. He just pretends to be mad.
- You call, sir. - Why should I?
I'm only here to buy bread. If it's closed, bad luck.
- Ok. - What's the matter?
He didn't open up.
Perhaps something happened to Cholo.
- Cholo! - No, no.
- Did you go to his house? - Not yet.
We should go personally.
Give me a hand.
- Shall I go with you? - No, wait here.
What happened to Cholo?
Don Cholo!
Are you OK, Cholo?
What are you doing here?
Sorry I barged in,
but people out there are worried.
Are you OK?
Shall I make a coffee?
Shall I?
Yes, I'll make it.
Let me tell them you're ok.
Everything's fi ne, Sonia.
What happened to him?
- He's got a cold. - Shall I come in with you?
- Let me talk to him first. - Are you sure?
Everything is alright.
All of you, go away. Go and buy bread at the supermarket.
But don't get mad; tell us how he is.
This is the start, basic and final.
- Always keeping the same distance. 500 meters, in this case. - Ok.
Do you understand, Mario? Is it clear?
- Very clear. - Alright?
Tell me, Mario.
You know that woman?
What woman?
The one that used to hang around with your friend.
She came with her daughters... the one they say is nuts.
Nuts?
- Why would she be nuts? - That's what I heard.
Look, Lalo, I don't know,
Cholo is my friend. And you know how he is.
You know him, he's your neighbor too.
Yes! But who is she?
The woman?
- Yes. - How should I know?
I think there was something between them.
But that's their business.
- Yes, she's alright though! - The truth is...
- I didn't see her that well. - Come on!
This isn't easy for me, Cholo is my friend.
What else do you want to know?
It's alright, Mario. Alright.
I saw her last night, she seemed lonely
I wanted to get to know her, do you know what I mean?
Yes, yes, of course.
See you next time.
See you, Mario. Don't forget to study.
Sure.
I was in peace here.
With the little I had and did,
I was happy.
I had forgiven everybody.
I minded my own business.
First I learned to make bread,
and then croissants.
I was quite good at it, people would come,
and I felt grateful for...
how can I put it, for the happiness I had.
I'm listening, Cholo,
but why the past tense?
Because...
yesterday everything came back to me.
I was awake all night thinking...
I'd made up that happiness...
out of sheer fear so I could get on...
in this town carrying my past.
I was once young...
and I believed.
Yes,
I believed.
It was easy to hide what I had.
So much time shouting.
It is so...
so fucking easy.
If you're willing to...
forget your dreams, your ideals...
then, you are happy.
I believed, you know?
I believed we could make a better worid.
I'm not ashamed of saying this.
You know how I feel?
- What? - Afraid!
I'm paralyzed. I can't move.
Cholo...
How about if instead...
we make a less worse worid?
Fuck! Now they broadcast Beethoven!
Never an easy one when it's my turn to guess.
The thing is, you bring a lot of things with you.
I don't understand.
- What is it you don't understand? - I don't understand.
Miguel, if he was upset, and couldn't sleep...
it means that when we talked at the beach he'd already...
I'm as confused as you are.
I don't know the whole story.
And people in town, they talk about everything.
But what he told people here...
...was different. - What did he say?
Well...
Did he have a car?
- A car? - Yes, a car.
I don't understand. He couldn't drive.
Why would he say that?
- He obviously made it up. - What for?
Up, up, up. The thing is,
I think in the end, he believed it.
But now we're here.
Look, a huge mackerel.
- I caught the largest one, Bebu! - How lucky!
Look how nice, Bebu.
- Nice! - Take it out!
Go to the side, but don't get it snarled up on the pier.
- Ok. - lf line snaps, I'll never bring you here again.
- Do I make myself clear? - Yes.
Go. Go.
Here it comes!
Dad!
- Did you see that? - I don't see a thing.
Look what he caught, a huge thing.
Where, what?
- Over there. - You're such an asshole!
- It was huge! - Just bring the line in.
- I swear, it was fish! - Fish, my foot.
I told you, you'd get the line snarled.
- You're so stubborn. - Wait, it's a ray, it's huge!
- Wait, let me bring it in, before you lose it. - Let's see...
It's huge!
Look at the size of it! Step on its tail.
- How are you? - Did you see what the boy caught?
- What is it? - A ray, about ten pounds.
- He's a good fisherman. Did you teach him? - Yes, he learnt well.
No, really... you know what?
You left suddenly last night.
Yes, yes.
Are you going there tonight?
No, I don't think so.
If you make up your mind... I'll be there.
Thanks, but no.
- You're making it up. - I'm not. I'm reading it here!
"My little toy cries all day out of love".
- These old people are wicked. - Where did you get those from?
- They were in a box. - Listen, listen.
"November, 1945", a different date.
You weren't even born.
- "My sad eyes"...he calls her "my sad eyes". - How sweet.
Here. Listen.
"I didn't know pain could go...
hand in hand with excitement...
- Hey! - With an urge to hold you...
- and get inside your body to fill you with passión" -No...
- The old man was really something. - I can't believe it.
- These are her letters to him. - Let me see them.
They are so divine.
- Wait! - What?
- He's crazy and excited. - Let me see.
Just give me one... any one of them.
Let me see...
Let me see, let me see...
"My dear, adorable Arturo":
- That's nice... although Arturo doesn't sound adorable. - Come on.
The old lady has spelling mistakes!
- I think she's German or something. - Oh, I see.
Listen. "Thinking about you keeps me going...
you make me believe not everything's like this.
What these somnambulist faces tell me,
with which we search...
what we know we'll never find".
- Leave it, take one of these. - No, let me carry on.
"I don't want to be here,
to suffer in this search.
Sometimes I even curse for being a Jew...
for having been born to see all this.
I curse my stupid hope, which is no longer that but something else:
It's letting go among so much death.
Among so many people destroyed for nothing.
My aunt no longer talks to me.
It's as if first, they took her smile away,
then her look,
and now even her soul.
Returning to this hell with her looking for the others,
returning to this destruction where everybody's silent,
where nobody explains and looks the other way,
feigning innocence, trying to forget.
I'm afraid, Arturo.
Afraid of losing my faith...
or a reason to live.
Yesterday I got some flowers and stared at them by the window.
And you know what, my love?
I thanked God I could still feel something in their beauty,
in their scent,
something so simple yet so wonderful.
And there,
in the miracle of feeling alive, I saw you, sweetheart.
Your eyes, your warmth
and your kindness.
I need you badly.
I wish the worid would learn from you, so it's never like this again".
How's it going?
Aren't you open in the afternoons?
- Until summertime, only in the morning. - Yeah.
- No point in opening in the afternoon. - You're right. Coming with me?
- Do you have a class? - Yes, it's a nice day,
it's windy. I called; they said I could go.
I'll take a one hour class and come back.
But I told Olga we were going fishing.
- What are you looking at? - Must be expensive:
The flying and buying the fish.
This time, no fish. No way.
I'll say we didn't catch anything.
- Let her cook a vegetable pie. - Why don't you just tell her?
I can't, leave it. I just can't.
How do you tell four women you're flying at fifty-five?
They'd worry. They'd...
They'd break my legs to keep me from going. They worry!
- Hello. - Hello.
- How are you? - Fine.
- I am... - I know who you are. Do you want to come in?
I came here last summer
But we've known each other since I was 17.
I came with a guy and we stayed here.
Coca helps out in the summer. She's a caretaker off season.
And then it happened and we realized.
To the people in the town, we're sisters.
- They all know, but they look the other way. - Not all of them.
Those who don't, it's because they don't want to.
That's something else.
But that's how it is.
What do you do with Cholo?
You work?
Why do you call him Cholo?
He's your old man.
Yes, but since he doesn't know...
Doesn't know?
That I'm his daughter, that we're here with my mum.
What?
You think your dad doesn't know?
No.
Of course he does.
Your dad saw your mum.
But it's logical. How do you expect?
What? Excuse me, what logic are you talking about?
Whoever comes here, does so for a reason.
I don't talk much with your dad, but...
sometimes he just stares at me and...
You know what? Now I understand.
He's thinking about you.
If I were you, I'd leave things the way they are.
He's alright, he's a good guy, he's happy.
Besides, if you push him, the only thing you'll achieve...
is he'll re-live everything, and he'll be devastated.
Don't get upset, that's the way it is.
Is it?
Why does it have to be that way?
All we want is to be with him.
We're not going to hurt him.
But here he invented a past, better than the one he had.
Better than what?
- You mean better without us? - Yes.
I know it's tough. Like we have to invent we're sisters.
That's the way it is. What can I say?
Yes, whatever.
This was a concert in E Major by Pietro Antonio Locateli...
by the musicians of Sarajevo, directed by Yanos Pora.
Cholo, let's play something else.
This is too expensive for me.
It was your idea in the first place, wasn't it?
No, well... true, but that's it. You're a genius.
- Me! I keep on paying. - Yeah, but I come along with you.
- That's because you're my friend. - Of course,
I wouldn't do it just for a free beer, would I?
Yes, of course.
- "Of course" - But you can't take criticism.
You're my only friend.
Do you think I can't see that you're always with me?
You're also my only friend. Sometimes I wonder why.
I don't know, I don't know why.
Because we love each other, we have a lot in common.
- Think so? - Yes... I don't know.
Neither do I.
When I was a kid, maybe eight or nine, my grandpa sat me on his lap...
stared at me and said: The most important thing in life are friends.
- Very wise. - Wise!
It took a lifetime for me understand that it was bullshit.
The important thing is fighting for your ideals. When you do,
you lose at least 80% of what he said was important.
That's a point of view. I think your grandpa was right.
- You don't get it, Mario. - Of course.
When I don't agree with you, then I don't get it?
And don't give me that shit! What ideals do you have?
None, that's why we keep on being friends.
I want none.
- Watch your speed. - Yes, yes.
Hello.
The fisherman! Hello.
- How are you, Marcelito? - Fine.
- What are you playing? - Just killing time.
Cholo's not in.
- Isn't he? - Do you know when he'll be back?
He went with Mario to see my dad.
- Where to? - They went flying. My dad's the instructor.
He flies planes?
That's nice.
Come, come in.
- Make yourselves at home. - Thank you.
I make a great coffee.
Tell me, Marcelito, Cholo's house...
- is it like this one? - Yes, only it's the other way round,
being across the hallway.
You know what? Bad news.
- What? - Don't be mad.
- No - We've run out of coffee.
Don't worry, dear.
Yes.
Can you help me?
What's the problem?
Sit down.
- Why do you have so many blank report cards? - Look,
I will pass, that I can promise.
The thing is I have to fix my marks...
or my dad will go crazy.
What do you want me to do?
I don't know...
you could forge them for me.
Why did they beat us?
Because the British had more weapons and were more powerful.
Why did they want to kill us?
That's the way wars are, I don't know.
What were you talking about?
- Nothing! A surprise! - What surprise?
Marcelito was showing me his room.
What's that!
It's about my father.
He sank a ship.
Mario, this is it.
It's ready. It's all yours.
- Come on, Mario. - No, listen to me.
Lalo, no, listen to me.
You know that I... This is without warning.
I don't normally mail a thing like this. You are ready. Period.
Believe me, Mario. And believe in yourself.
- Believe in yourself. - Listen, no, Lalo...
Give me a break.
- Don't just leave me here. - Please!
Lalo, I'm sorry... I'm sorry...
- I'm sorry to insist. Please... - Come on!
I'm not too sure about some things.
- There are certain details... - Don't give me that.
You're ready. That's an order. Get up in there, Mario.
We'll be in 1223,
we'll be on the same frequency.
- Calm down. Calm down. - What is it?
- Come on. - What is it? Now it's my turn;
I have to do it alone. Listen!
- I'm not feeling well, as I told you in the car. - Again?
Mario, cut the bullshit. You are ready, just get up in there.
I can't do it, Cholo! I just can't. You know what?
I have diarrhea, I could see this coming.
- Another excuse. - Let's go.
- Where to? - Let's go,
- May I, Fuentes? - Are you a pilot?
- No, no way. - In that case,
go ahead. Go for it. Bye.
- Everything OK? - What the fuck's wrong with this?
- What's up with it? - It's stuck.
- Go back, then. - Ah, that's it.
Don't talk to me, I have to concentrate.
Then shut up and concentrate.
- You're distracting me! - Pay attention to what you're doing!
I'm doing so.
I'm paying attention, damn it...
Easy, Mario, I have a daughter!
- What was that? - Pay attention.
- What storm? - What are you doing?
Please, Mario.
- What? - Concentrate!
Concentrate, or we'll crash!
- That's Julian's palm tree, he brought it from Entre Ríos. - Pay attention!
Why don't you just enjoy it? Relax, deep breaths.
Calm down, enjoy it!
Lalo!
- Don't shout! - Are you sweating?
Yes, I'm sweating, Mario.
- You fly it. - No way!
- Come on! - Do you want me to get out?
- I leave it! - Cut it out!
Happy birthday!
- Did you see their faces? - Look forwards!
Let's do it again! Come on!
- Fuck you! - Watch the antenna!
- Marcela! - Look at the plane!
Dad! Get out of that thing, dad!
- Isabel. - Hello.
And the boy?
He's playing with my daughters.
Why?
It's nothing. Sit down.
- What happened? - Nothing.
I wanted to talk to you.
What about?
- Is it about the boy? - Everything's fine, he's playing with the giris.
You might find it silly,
but I want to help you.
I'm good for nothing like this. It's not worth it.
Whatever I do in life, people will think I'm a piece of shit.
A piece of shit.
And these last few years...
without my wife...
I don't know.
She alone was proud of me.
I didn't care about the rest.
It's tough not being able to look your son in the eyes.
Knowing you brought him into this shit.
But why turn your anger back on him?
I don't know.
It must be shame.
Sometimes I think I'm as bad as what people think of me.
Like...
the guy across the hall, the one you know.
You think I don't know what he thinks about me?
He thinks I'm a murderer because I'm in the military.
Like the bastards in uniform.
When I risked my life, I did it for my country.
My motherland.
I didn't just go out and kill innocent people.
I don't know.
It must be shame.
Yes, shame.
The worst part is,
seeing myself the way people think about me.
Dear Dad:
I'm your daughter, my name is Sonia.
Mum said you came up with my name when she was pregnant.
I'd like you to remember who we are.
Since I was small, I've always talked "with" you.
I thought...
we all thought, you'd gone to heaven, as mum said.
Perhaps I didn't feel the loss because I'd never met you.
It's difficult to explain, dad,
you were always there.
Perhaps it was because you were alive.
We found out last summer...
when uncle Alberto came here on vacation and found you.
I want to help you,
I want to hug you, I want to talk with you;
tell you about the things I want to do and have you help me.
I know you went through terrible things.
I promise I'll never ask about that.
I only care about what we can do from now on.
Mum still loves you.
She never stopped loving you.
She also needs to hug you.
And I think that together with Beba we could give you a family.
Please, Dad, believe us,
llet us be with you.
I love you very much,
and I feel very close to you.
Hugs and kisses,
Sonia.