Open your eyes.
Why tell me that dream?
You said I could tell you whatever I wanted.
All right. Anything else you should tell me before we start?
Nothing you don't know. I was about to turn twenty five,...
...l like dating, sleeping, making love, like everyone.
And you know what everyone does when they get up.
Where are you going?
Out.
Stop leaving messages on the alarm.
Why?
Just don't.
Because it pisses me off.
Come on, for fuck's sake!
-I'll slaughter you! -We'll see about that.
You've got three cars, why do we always go in this wreck?
Come on, I'm in a hurry.
Are you backing out? I skipped class for this.
I'm seeing my partners after. Why do you think I'm dressed up?
So you can shout at them. You like that.
I don't shout.
-So tell me, did you screw her? -Screw who?
Whoever was there when I rang last night.
I was alone last night. Anyway, what is it to you?
Nothing, you can do what you want with your life.
Thanks very much.
Let's change the subject.
Did you screw her?
Give me a break, I was on my own.
So, you did. Was it the one you talk so much about?
-Who? -That Nuria.
My God, I can't believe it!
César seeing the same woman twice!
-She must be great in bed. -She isn't bad.
Bastard! When are you going to tell me the secret?
-What secret? -The recipe for Coca-Cola.
-Look, the kind you like. -Yeah, change the...
What did you eat today?
Nothing, that's my problem, I'm starved!
It's funny when you ask them what they value most in a man.
"I like him to be intelligent, to be honest, to be kind..."
It's all shit!
You'd have problems if you were like me.
Not that again! You aren't ugly.
Anybody would like to have your face. You're normal.
Normal! That doesn't mean I'm handsome.
You're handsome.
I'm acceptable, when you're not beside me.
You're like anorexics.
They insist they're fat, and end up crazy.
When some girl ties you down, the rest of us will get a chance.
-Yeah, yeah. -Why not?
If you meet the right girl...
She doesn't exist.
Shit!
How did I miss that?
God punished you.
You're for it.
-Who are you saying that to? -To God
Doyou believe in God?
Don't start all that shit.
Ijust askeda question.
If you don't want to, don't answer.
I don't believe in God.
How do you explain what happened?
How do you mean?
Your face.
There is no explanation.
-I believe there is. -You believe I'm mad.
I only believe what I see.
You haven't let me see your face yet.
And I won't.
Do you really think you're a monster, César?
Come on, let me see.
Stick your hand up your ass!
Take it easy, brat! I'm sick of all your stories!
Leave me alone!
I'll kick that shit out of you!
Leave me alone!
I can't work with you in here. Leave us on our own.
On my responsibility.
You're just a spoilt brat, who...
My parents are dead, asshole!
You made up a story so as not to admit what you did.
Is that true?
What?
That you're a spoilt brat.
My father had a restaurant chain. That's not my fault.
When did your parents die?
-15 years ago,...
...in an accident.
-And now you're rich. -So they say.
Then why don't you want a lawyer?
They say they can get me the best.
But they want me stuck here forever.
Who are they?
My partners. They've been sucking my blood since I was a kid.
Now they've got everything. They've cut me out.
It wasn't them. It was me.
I don't care.
Let's see, César. Do you know why you're here?
-Because I wear a mask, I guess. -No.
Because you killed someone.
Or don't you remember?
Tell me, don't you remember?
Fuck, stop it!
We must get things clear if you want us to get on.
I don't want us to get on!
Is your solution to sit in this hole and not talk?
-Aren't we talking now? -After two months.
I've been trying for two months.
-Read the reports. -I've read them.
I want you to tell me, if possible, sitting on a chair.
Or are you going to stay there?
I like the floor.
It's the only thing that seems real.
What does everything else seem?
Everything else is a lie.
All this seems a lie.
Including you.
You don't even wear a white coat.
Do you think I should?
Doctors wear them.
I took it off so you'd forget I was a doctor.
So that you'd like me more.
It didn't work. I hate the sight of you.
Now that we're friends,...
-I've got no friends. -...tell me what happened.
The sooner you talk, the sooner I'll go.
Hey! Happy birthday and all the things people usually say.
Thank you, thank you.
-Where did you find her? -In the library.
-She tried to steal my book. -It was mine.
Anyway...
-César, Sofia. -Hello.
Happy birthday.
-Thank you. -Your present.
-Thanks a lot. -We bought it between us.
Then I have to thank both of you.
Stop chatting her up and open it.
-I'd rather open them tomorrow. -Whatever.
-Like a drink? -Sure.
I'll leave this upstairs.
Hello.
What are you doing here?
-Happy birthday, darling. -Thank you.
But I didn't ask you to the party.
That was nice of you.
I brought you a present too.
Why not open it?
No, thanks. I already know what's inside.
-And last night? -Listen, Nuria.
I don't like you just turning up, much less coming into my room.
-Well! Do I have to apologize? -No.
You have to go.
Right, I know what it is.
You don't want to be seen twice with the same girl.
It would ruin your reputation.
You got it in one.
And there's someone else.
-Right. -Who?
The brunette you were talking to a minute ago?
Well, she's not bad.
I don't care.
I don't need to be seen with you.
Hold me.
Come on.
A little kiss.
Come on.
Until when?
Until next Friday?
Can you manage a weekend without me?
Excuse me, I must see to my guests.
Yes, the brunette will take time. She looks that type.
-That type? -Yes.
The kind who can't find your zipper.
Hello.
What did you want?
-To open this. -Wait.
I'll serve you.
Since when are you the waiter?
Don't you know I'm in catering?
Are you all right?
Can you tell I'm elbowing in?
A bit.
I've got a slight problem. A girl's chasing me.
You don't say.
I need some help to get rid of her.
And I'm that help.
-Shit, there she is! -Where?
Don't look, don't look. Look over here.
That's it.
Yes.
Yes, yes, yes.
Here we are.
Well...
Act as if we were talking about something real interesting.
Nod your head, agree, say yes.
You know.
-What a nice conversation. -Yes.
And she's coming this way.
Fuck!
-What are you doing? -Don't worry, I'll guide you.
-Straight on. -I don't see her.
Here it is.
Go right in.
I'm not going in there.
Well, I am. So long.
-He's in here. -You...!
Well...
We're safe.
But we've got nothing to drink here.
I think all you really want is to chat me up.
Yes, that too.
First, I want to save my skin.
Can't you say you aren't interested?
She wouldn't care.
She never gets tired.
-She must be feeling bad. -Yeah.
Of course.
So you're studying Drama, like Pelayo?
For now.
Scenography?
-Acting. -Really?
To be an actress?
I am an actress. Is that a problem?
Yes.
Aren't you ashamed?
Ashamed? Why should I be ashamed?
Actors aren't honest.
You're able to show emotions you don't have,...
...or which, at most, you invent.
Right now, you could be thinking,...
..."This guy's a real drag. How can I dump him?"
-Really? -"And in catering."
"A pain in the ass."
But you're a good actress, it doesn't show.
Hey, Pelayo!
I caught you.
Come in.
How's it going?
Great. I'm a bit out of it now.
Drunk, you mean.
Why are you in here?
Sofia was protecting me from a female psychopath out there.
She seemed dangerous.
Yeah.
What about you?
I was drinking. Women don't chase after me.
We're out of drink.
Here.
-Shit. -I'll get some more.
For all of us.
Well...
I guess I'll be going.
But why?
I've drunk too much and I don't feel well.
Don't be stupid, it's just starting.
-For you, it is. -Pelayo.
You can't go. You're my guest of honor.
You're a son of a bitch, César.
-Why d'you say that? -The party's full of girls.
I go for a piss, you start talking to her, and...
What?
Nothing. And I look like an asshole.
Tell me what's wrong.
Why do you have to chat up Sofía?
No one's chatting up Sofía.
Yeah, and I'm blind, right?
You're certainly drunk.
I'm drunk, but I'll tell you this.
I like Sofía. A hell of a lot.
She may even be the girl of my dreams.
But if she fucks up our friendship, she can go to hell.
I feel the same.
Sure.
Pelayo, where are you going?
-Home. -Already?
Yeah, I'm wrecked.
-I'll come with you. -Don't bother.
-You stay. -Are you going too?
I have to get up early.
I can run you home later.
Stay on, I'm leaving you in good hands.
What's wrong with him?
He's drunk.
-Is he annoyed with us? -No.
You sure?
She doesn't look too happy.
Didn't you have to get up early?
I'm doing too much for you tonight.
-Maybe it means something. -Yeah, that you've got a nerve.
It's just for a minute.
Long enough for my friend Nuria to admit defeat.
This is my place.
Don't dare laugh at it.
Why would I laugh?
It's nothing special, but it's cheap.
-Do you like clowns? -They're not clowns.
They're mime artists.
Pancho!
-I've got a cat. -I hate cats.
They're almost as false as actresses.
Says the caterer.
How do you pay for this?
Do your parents help?
Do you work?
He's real nosy, isn't he, Pancho?
I'm an arms dealer.
Fancy that! I always wanted to know how arms dealers lived.
Now you do.
How can I explain it toyou?
You wouldn't understand.
Even I don't understand.
She was making coffee and I startedsnooping around.
Suddenly, lgot that stupid feeling a lot ofpeopleget.
Well, I like it.
-What didyou feel? -That I lovedher.
God, I'm even embarrassed to say it.
I didn't hear you.
I said I like your place.
And I like yours.
Let's swap.
You wouldn't like it tomorrow morning.
I said it because of the decor.
Your place is more...
More personal.
And warmer.
Warmer?
-Yes. -You think my house is cold?
A bit.
-And am l? -I don't know.
You said my house seemed cold.
If you're waiting for me to list your virtues, hard luck.
You think you're real smart.
-Maybe. -Well, you're wrong.
I don't need you to list my virtues.
No, I'm sure you know what they are.
But you'd like me to see them too.
So you say.
I'm not going to argue about it.
Just as well.
You'd lose.
Oh, yeah?
But I don't want to argue either. I propose we do the opposite.
We don't argue?
We show our defects.
Great!
I hope you're being fair.
This is absolutely you.
Well, mine is finished.
Fuck!
That's how you see me?
Did I go too far?
Sign it.
Let's see mine.
It's lovely!
It's not a caricature.
You see.
You draw beautifully.
-I'll sell it to you. -Miser.
-How much? -As it's you,....
...l'll settle for...
...a kiss.
That smile is going to kill me!
It would be wrong if we did anything tonight.
-Why? -Pelayo. Remember?
Your best friend.
He doesn't have to find out. Besides, he'd do the same.
I see friendship really matters to you.
It does.
That's why I wouldn't tell him.
Somepeople...
...say that they wouldbe happy with a normal life span.
But "normal" means different things, depending on...
What are you looking at?
I'm watching TV.
I...the Romans, for instance, livedonly25years.
Today,...
...that figure has tripled, which means that...
What the fuck is he on about?
I saw this before.
It's about cryonization.
Cryo-what?
When they freeze you or something.
Like Walt Disney.
Wow, that's cold!
Hey, you!
There won't be a landslide.
It isn't dangerous, theground is firm here, and very solid.
Are you leaving?
Going home. Here's my number.
But I'll call tomorrow.
What for?
All right, I won't call.
César.
What is it?
Come here. I want to tell you a secret.
Come here.
Hello, darling.
Did you follow me?
Of course...
...l didn't.
But I had the feeling we'd meet.
-How was the brunette? -Great.
Why?
From your face, I'd say you didn't sleep with her.
Let me guess.
You didn't sleep with her, but you don't mind.
You have all the time in the world...
...for that.
And I bet you're seeing her tomorrow.
-Brilliant. -Aren't l?
There's more.
-Well? -I scored at the party too.
But he wasn't up to it. So I'm still hot for it.
-And? -And until you meet up again...
...with your Miss Universe, you could have fun.
No, I think I prefer to go home and sleep.
Come on, César.
It's your birthday.
-Skip it, I'm going home. -What's up, César?
Are you scared?
Want some of this?
No, thanks.
Sure, act the innocent now.
I don't need that to enjoy myself.
I can see that.
That's not a good idea.
Do what you want.
What's happiness for you?
-What? -For me, this is happiness.
Being here with you. What about you?
I can't handle heavy conversations right now.
Your thoughts are somewhere else, right?
Maybe.
One thing really bothers me.
-What? -You know nothing about me.
Except my name's Nuria and I'm a good fuck.
Two important things.
You don't know my address or my number.
We have to start somewhere. I'm going to see your house now.
It's not far.
Tell me something.
Do you believe in God?
-Hello. -Hello.
-How are you? -You got home all right?
Yeah. Well, I had a horrible dream.
That you never saw me again.
Yes! I come out of your house, go to my car,...
...and that crazy bitch has been following me.
-Who, that Nuria? -Yes.
She comes over and says, "Want a lift?"
She goes on so much I don't know how to say no.
So I get in the car, she drives faster and faster,...
...and kills herself.
-With me inside. -That's horrible.
But the worst part...
...is that my face is completely destroyed,...
...like "The Phantom of the Opera".
I couldn't wake up.
I was a monster.
You're a monster anyway.
-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.
I'm a monster too.
Look.
How was your house?
Was anyone left?
Left where?
In your house.
There was a party, remember?
A party?
Dreaming is shit.
That dream was nice.
A park, children playing, a girl who loves you.
That's why.
Then you wake up andyou want to die.
At first, I didn't even have the strength to react.
I'dbeen in a coma for three weeks.
You were lucky.
You couldhave died, like Nuria.
What ifl had?
It would've been better.
Didyou see her body?
-I never did. -You think she didn't die?
I'm likeyou.
I only believe what I see.
César, show me your face, please.
-What for? -Look.
It's true you had an accident. It's true...
...you were disfigured, but not any more. Take that off.
The doctors fixed you.
They didn't have a fucking clue!
In the accident you didn't lose just skin and some muscle.
The blow was so severe it caused a multiple fracture of the skull.
We secured the osseous structure with metal wires,...
...and, over that, we reinserted the muscles...
...we could still retrieve.
Yes, very nice, but I know all that.
I've had it explained to me 150 times.
But you never say when you'll operate.
-I've been waiting two months. -But we've operated three times.
I wouldn't call that an operation. I'd call it...
Well...
I don't know what I'd call it.
The symmetry isn't perfect,...
...but what we've done with your face is, if I may say so...
...a craftsman's job..
We can't work on skin which is pure scars.
No, no, there must be some way.
-What? -"What?"
You're the doctors, aren't you?
A transplant, whatever!
There's a problem with fibrosis. If we operate again,...
...we may just cause further damage.
We'd need millimetric precision,...
...and today, that's impossible
Let's look at this. I'm not an idiot.
Today, people change their breasts.
They have hair implants.
They even change their skin color.
Are you saying that on the threshold of the year 2,000...
...you can't do a simple operation and sort out this...
...this fuck-up?
It isn't so simple, César. Remember...
Don't patronize me!
Stop treating me like a child!
I'm not just any patient.
And this isn't a welfare hospital.
I'm willing to pay any amount.
You're in charge.
They say you're the best in your field.
Well, invent something, experiment on me.
I've seen patients who've lost all their features,...
...who can't even talk.
At least, you can look yourself in the eye.
What good is that?
Every time I look in the mirror I want to die.
Your case isn't so serious.
Just learn to accept it.
And who'll accept me?
Will you explain to the people who look at me in the street?
Will you tell them that looks aren't important?
That beauty is on the inside?
We'd like to show you something.
What is this?
A facial prosthesis.
We use it in extreme cases of rejection, like yours.
This is shit!
It's not the best solution.
But it's all we can do for the moment.
I want a face!
Not a mask!
We don't work miracles.
That's what the bastard said.
But in the end, they did.
Did what?
Work a miracle.
So it seems.
So it seems? Things are or they aren't.
-Did they do it or not? -I'm tired. Why don't you go?
I'll be back on Tuesday. Want anything?
-No. -All right.
See you on Tuesday.
A pad and a pencil.
But don't tell them. I don't want to owe them anything.
Have I changed so much?
Because I recognize you.
How are you?
"How are you?"
You're playing a part now, but I don't know what.
Your lips are smiling,...
-...but your eyes are trembling. -What?
You're really very good.
As an actress.
I asked how you were. You needn't answer.
I'm alive.
How should I be?
And I'm tired.
Tired of waiting for you to call,...
...even to say, "Tough luck".
I was busy.
Bullshit!
I was afraid you'd feel uncomfortable if I rang.
You were afraid you'd feel uncomfortable.
Afraid you couldn't look me in the face.
Like now.
That's not true.
I've often dreamed of this moment.
What moment?
The moment we'd meet again.
In my dream we were just like this.
Here,...
...in the park.
Although,...
...something was different.
What?
It wasn't raining.
I have to go, César.
What are you doing tomorrow night?
-Studying. I'm very busy. -It's Friday, we could meet.
I've got a lot to do.
All right, so long.
César!
We'll meet if you want.
If you want.
As soon as there is the slightestpossibility ofdeath,...
...the stabilisation andtransport team goes into action.
Once the client is declared legally dead,...
...he is put into a maintenance capsule...
...andthe transport legalities are sortedout.
In the storeroom in Arizona, in the U.S.A.,...
...a team ofspecialists prepare the body for final freezing.
Among other measures,...
...bloodis replacedby a solution which conserves the organs.
Finally,...
...the client is put in the capsule...
...where he will remain until medicine can reanimate him.
To be honest, I'dhave to think it over.
It's hardto accept the idea.
How should we view it?
We are, undoubtedly,...
...facing a major development,...
...a new challenge for humanity.
It's understandable that the first reaction is rejection.
We have nowgot the means to do it.
We'vegot the technology.
But, above all,...
...we have sufficient moral maturity...
...to understand what this new step means...
...for human evolution, to look at the future...
...andput an endto certain meaningless taboos,...
...inherited from ancient religions,...
...oldand useless memories.
Thankyou for speaking to us.
Andthankyou to our audience...
-Hi. -Hi.
What's that?
Shit, isn't it?
But they suggested I wear it, in case of infection.
Well, kid.
What're you up to?
Arguing with doctors all day.
-You should go out more. -I'm trying.
What're you having?
-Rum and coke, you want one? -Yes.
I'll get you one.
I'm going to the bathroom.
Take that off.
Why?
Don't you realize you won't be able to hide your face?
I told you, it's to stop infections.
Sure.
If you're embarrassed, just go. Nobody asked you to come.
Sofia did.
What?
She didn't want to be alone with you.
Why not?
You're giving her a hard time.
I'm having a hard time.
Talk to a psychologist, or to me.
Don't take it out on a girl you met once.
Did she say that?
Bitch!
Come back!
Whisky and Coke.
What whisky?
What did you say?
What whisky?
Why don't you ask me to my face, son of a bitch?
Ballantine's.
Same again.
No, this one's on me.
Why?
Just is.
Fix your face, man!
-Hello. -Hello.
Where were you?
Around.
Pelayo went to look for you.
And I came to look for you.
Why?
To...
No reason.
To...
...buy you a drink.
-Want a drink? -No, thanks.
Can you tell I'm elbowing in?
The thing is,...
...l've got a problem.
A girl's chasing me,...
...and I need some help to get rid of her.
Shit, shit, shit, she's coming this way.
She's coming this way.
Don't look, don't look.
You carry on talking, act as if he weren't here.
I mean, as if I were here.
Keep talking, tra-la-lee, tra-la-la.
What a lovely conversation we're having.
So that's it, here we are.
Having a bit of a chat about life.
That's enough!
Where the hell were you?
Around.
I'm leaving, I'm tired.
You two stay if you want.
Well, this is where I leave you.
-I'll see you home. -No, I live very close.
-I've got the motor bike. -No.
Don't be silly!
Lay off, Pelayo. She wants to go on her own.
Shut up, you're drunk.
I might be drunk, but I'm not an idiot.
-Anyway, I'm not drunk. -Really, you needn't bother.
As you wish.
You're the one who's drunk.
We'll call you to meet some other day.
All right, we could go to the movies.
-You hear? -Great!
Well, that's it, then.
No, don't kiss me.
You might get poisoned by my drunken breath.
Well...
We'll meet up soon.
Sure.
We'll meet up soon.
It's not cold.
Well...
I'm gonna have to go.
Where are you going?
I've just remembered my bike is back here.
I'll go with you.
No, why? You're almost home now.
-See you tomorrow. -Pelayo.
Wait a minute.
What?
I don't know.
You drank too much. We'll talk tomorrow if you want.
Tomorrow, I'll wish I were dead.
You won't.
You just need to rest.
Pelayo!
You're my best friend.
Son of a bitch!
Open your eyes.
César.
It's me.
Sofía!
-What are you doing here? -Forgive me.
Why?
I love you.
Come on.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
I still can't believe this is really happening.
Where's Pelayo?
I don't know. He went with you, didn't he?
Yes.
Of course.
Come on.