BROKEN EMBRACES
(Newspaper sheets)
What's your name?
"Harry Caine"
(Voiceover)" I used to be called Mateo and I was a cinema director.
From very young I was tempted about the idea of being someone else, appart from myself.
Living only one life was not enough, so I invented a pseudonym, Harry Caine.
An adventurer that, because of the destiny, would become a writer.
As of now, I made him sign all the scripts and stories that I wrote.
For years, Mateo Blanco and Harry Caine shared the same person, I,
but there was a moment in which, abruptly, I could only be Harry Caine.
I became my pseudonym, a writer made himself, by himself.
There was only a detail that I hadn't forseen, Harry Caine would be a blind writer."
Oh dear... Ernesto Martel has died!
Who?
Ernesto Martel. I know a granddaughter of his...
So he's dead...
Yes. Did you knew him?
No...
Let's see... What does interest you? Politics, economics, culture...?
You interest me.
How are you? Do you mind describing yourself?
What are you interested on?
Your measures, for example?
Em... 90, 68, 90 (cms).
What is the colour of your eyes?
Green, and in summer a bit blue.
And your hair? How are you dressed?
I'm blond, with long and straight hair.
I'm wering a purple t-shirt, tight jeans...
Tight?
Yes, tight.
And high heels.
High?
Very high.
Let's see..., blond, long hair.
Let's see... the eyes, green eyes... a bit blue in the summer
And the skin... Mmmm, delicious skin! And the lips...
fleshy...
(pleasure grunts)
May I go to the toilet?
(Breatheless) Yes, yes, of course! At the end of the corridor.
(Doorbell)
(Keys)
Sorry, I thought you were alone.
May I come in, or you are going for a second one?
No, no, come in. We have finished.
She helped me to cross the road... and I invited her to read me the newspaper...
Of course... She gave you the hand and you took the arm!
What are you looking for?
My polo.
There you go, the polo.
Thanks.
Anything else? The socks?
Yes, thanks.
There you go.
Thanks.
(WC flushing)
(Surprised) Hello...
(Unfriendly) Hi.
Well then, Harry, I'll be going.
Thanks for crossing me.
No problem.
You're standing on my feet.
Oops, Soory! sorry...
No, it has been a pleasure.
Same.
Thank you very much.
So..., I have to go.
I hope we will meet again.
Yes...
Harry, you can't bring home the first person that helps you cross the road!
One day something will happen!
Everything that has to happen to me has already Happened. Now I only have to enjoy life.
Diego told me that you and him finished the script yesterday.
I'd like to add a final epilogue.
I had agreed to bring the final version to the producer and the director today.
You will have it tomorrow, have no fear
Ernesto Martel has died.
I think he was very sick...
We haven't spoken about him for a long time...
Yes, is true.
(doorbell and keys) Hello.
You look terrible!
I came running.
Today is Monday. Don't run for me, Diego. We are not in a rush.
I am, I had made an arrangement.
You will have it tonight, don't worry. Diego, shall we correct the ending?
Now?
Yes.
Start thinking on the next script.
Something with fantasy or terror for kiddies, is what it sells best.
I'm not sure if I'll know...
I thought of following the story inspired in Arthur Miller's son.
The writer who married Marilyn?
Yes.
He was in "Vanity Fair", I've read it in "El País" (spanish newspaper).
After Marilyn, he married the photojournalist Inge Morat and they had a son.
The kid was born with Down Syndrome and Arthur Miller hid it.
He doesn't even mention him in his memories and never wanted to see him.
Despite his wife begging, he never wanted to see him.
How terrible!
But one day they met by chance.
Arthur Miller was giving a conference in defense of a mentally handicapped person
who had been sentenced to death after a forced confession.
Amidst the public there was his son with Down Syndrome.
After the conference, the son went to the stand and hugged effusively his father.
Arthur Miller had no idea how to shake that man off,
until the unknown man released him and told him:
"I'm your son Daniel and I'm very proud of you, dad".
I don't think we can write about Arthur Miller without asking for the rights to the family.
About the guy, the thing is not the meanness, but the strenght
that survives without the slight resentment against the father that has ignored him for life.
No, no, yes... the topic is really interesting... But years ago, when you started writing again...
and I to sell your scripts, you said you wouldn't write remakes, sequels or biopics.
(Nervous) I remember perfectly, because I was surprised about the biopics.
But this wouldn't be a biopic, but a story of superation and natural goodness.
(Doorbell)
Yes, no, of course. I'll go and open.
Hey, I've bought yogurts, but you're still missing cleaning stuff and juices, that you have none.
And remember, the clothes from the laundry.
Hey, guys, I'm off!
OK, OK, fine.
We'll talk about it, Harry.
Ok, Judith, Ok..
(Song: "Vitamin C" By "CAN" "Communism, Anarchism & Nihilism")
Hey! How are you?
Fine, and you? Fine. Did you bring me something by the "Presets"?
Very hot, just brought here by "the donkey" (emule). Beautiful.
Hey, do you want a bit of "crystal"? (type of methamphetamine)
Nah. I need to sleep from time to time. Then vouch for me.
Be more discreet. But if we're almost alone!
Hey, invite me to a drink, no? Ask whatever you want.
Do you want anything? No.
Sorry!
(Computer Voice) "Applications, explore, Internet, properties, press arrow
up, arrow down, escape, error, email, quit,
configure applications, explore internet, the page has zero links, Obituary...
The businessman Ernesto Martel has died. Obituary. The businessman of chilene origin Ernesto Martel
died yesterday in his residence in La Moraleja, Madrid.
Living in Spain since kid, Martel was one of the top businessman of the 90's.
"Ermar Capital", empire created at the end of the 80's, was key in the finantiation
of important public infrastructures in Latin countries.
Married twice and father of two, his public figure started to diffuminate recently
when he was involved in the financial scandal of the "Apresto Case".
Accused of fraud and tax evasion, in 2002 he was charged with 3 years in prison,
of which he only served four months because his age and disease..."
Yes... I've just spoken with the Ministry of Transport and everything is on the move now...
Yes, we're going to do the metro of Caracas... Of course, of course, there's a lot of money...
Well, at least five years.
Listen, I'm looking for a qualified company and I'd thought of you...
Sure. Everything will go through me, the President himself has told me.
(Hears his mother calling)
I'll call you later, ok? I'll call you now.
(internal line)
Yes, mister Martel.
Lena, would you mind coming to my office? I'm going to dictate a letter.
Yes, I'm on my way.
Hi, Lena.
Good morning.
The letter is for the Ministrer of Industry.
Right...
Dear Antonio: I have the pleasure...
Excuse me, sorry...
Are you feeling all right?
Yes, yes.
I have the pleasure of telling you that shortly I will receive a comission from Venezuela...
Sorry.
Why don't you tell me what's happening? I'm sure I can help you.
My father is very sick. He's being discharged today and I'd like to go and pick him up in the hospital.
Of course. What does he have?
He has a cancer in the stomach, with metastasis.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Thank you.
Where's dad?
He's inside, waiting.
I can't believe that they have kicked you out, like that
that they have let you out like dogs.
Wasn't he going to be operated this week by Dr. Álvarez de la Torre?
Of course, that is what it was supposed to be!
He arranged a meeting this morning to tell us that he was being discharged.
I asked him what he meant.
He says: "Ah, very easy. It's july and I'm off on holidays".
What do you mean on holidays?
I said: "Are we being kicked out?".
And he said: "No, madam, I'm discharging him so he can go home".
"But, as he is how, what do I do with him at home? He said: "That is a problem of yours".
He added: "I'm off on holidays". He is dying! I told him.
"Then let him die relaxedly in his home", he answered.
But you can't have him being tortured for 20 days with the tests to operate him and leave him like that...
(Whispers) Girls, have you forgotten about me?
Don't say such rot, dad!
Nobody could ever forget about you!
Let's do it slowly.
What a pleasure to go out, isn't it?
Let's go home...
Come on, I'll put the bags in.
(Whispers) You are at home. What a pleasure...
I'll bring you the "Sosegón". Yes.
Rest...
Mum, I'm going. I've got to do plenty of stuff... Ok?
Ok, darling.
If anything happens, you call me, anytime. I'll come tomorrow morning, ok?
Thank you.
It's ok, mum.
Be careful.
¿Madame Milene? Hi, it's Severine.
Severine! How long! I'm glad to hear you.
I need money.
When?
Well, now! I've got the weekend off. On weekdays I'm very busy.
I'll see what I can do for you, darling.
Can I call you tonight if I find something?
Yes, yes, of course. I await your call.
(Phone)
Yes?
Severine?
Who is this?
I'm phoning on behalf of Madame Milene.
(they recognize their voices) You have the wrong number, sir. Here doesn't live any Severine.
I must have dialled the wrong number. Sorry.
The slices, madame. Thank you, Alex.
(Phone) Hi. Has he called you yet?
(off) Who?
The customer! Who is it going to be?
But... How dare you to give my number away?
I couldn't reject.
Things can't be done this way! Are you mad or what?
He knows everything about you. And I haven't told him a thing, he found out on his own.
He knows you did your attempts as actress and that some times... you have acted for me...
Months ago he make me promise that, if you were to get in touch with me again, I'd call him.
I couldn't refuse, he is my best customer.
(Hangs)
(Phone)
Yes?
Magdalena, daughter!
Mum! How is dad?
Very bad. We've had a terrible night He hasn't stopped vomiting.
He's vomiting blood, and everything... As if it had exploded on the inside... I don't know what to do
I'm on my way.
(Phone)
Yes?
Mister Martel? It's Lena.
Good day... Lena.
Good day. I'm sorry to bother you...
You never bother me.
Look, I'm calling you because my dad is dying.
We must take him somewhere, but I don't know where.
He was discharged yesterday from the Manzanares Hospital and we don't know what to do with him.
Don't worry. We will take him into Emergency in a private clinic. I'll take care of everything.
Relax, madam. Doctor Blasco is the best reagrding digestive in Europe.
Here he is...
How's the patient?
You brought him in the worst conditions... I assume you know already.
Will you be able to save him? I'm... Ernesto Martel.
We will try our best, mister Martel, but at the moment we can't operate him.
And tomorrow?
Tomorrow, maybe.
We are feeding him via parenteral, he will need some blood to recover.
Do all you can to save him, doctor.
Don't doubt it. It's my obligation. I will inform you about the evolution in the following hours.
Can I stay, doctor?
(Surprised) Yes, of course... You can stay with him in his room for as long as you want.
Thank you very much.
I'll see you later.
I don't know how to thank you for everything you are doing for us.
I'm here for whatever you need, madame.
Mum, Do you want me to stay with you?
No, go, darling. You've done enough.
Shall I bring you something to eat?
Yes... no, leave it, I'll manage myself, now.
I'll call you later.
(Whispers) Thanks...
(doorbell)
Who is it?
It's Ray X.
Ray X? Nobody is named like that.
It's a nickname. In our age we took a lot of extasis.
What do you want?
I'd like to write a script with you, for me to direct it.
Are you a director?
I did a very good documentary 14 years ago. This would be my first fiction movie.
Call Judith Garcia, my agent, and explain her everything.
If she finds it convenient, she will arrange a meeting.
And now I'd like to have a shower, because you have caught me in the bathroom.
Hey, are you going to stay there all day long?
Well, you haven't given me Judith García's phone number.
You figure it out. She's a well known production director.
Am I going?
(Off) Yes, go, go.
(mobile phone)
Yes?
Hi, Harry. It is I.
Hi, Judit.
I've received a phone call from a young director. His name is Ray X and he wants to write a script with you.
Does it ring any bells?
Yes.
He wants to see you this afternon, or tomorrow, if you can.
I've asked him an advancement, and he has agreed,
but I won't be able to come because I'm very busy with the Americans.
Well, I'll speak with him and I'll tell you later.
I hope you like him, he looks like he could bleed money.
Have you seen him?
No, because of his voice. And because of the cheque I'm going to ask him as soon as I hang up.
I'll send Diego so you are not alone. Kisses. Ciao.
Well, ¿Alicante or Barcelona?
Barcelona.
The director really wants Barcelona. I think Alicante it's a better option.
(Doorbell)
Hello.
I've got a meeting with Mr. Harry. Yes, he's in his office.
Hello, it's Ray X.
How are you? Sit down...
Well, you tell me.
I like your work a lot, I've known it since the beggining.
Thank you. If you don't mind, let's get to the point. What sort of story would you like to write?
(doorbell)
Well...
Yes?
I'd like to write a story about the vengeance of a son against the memory of his father.
Why does the son want vengeance?
Because the father nullified and ruined his life.
How?
The father is a violent man, homophobic, with no scruples and very powerful.
The son, is a sensitive boy, with artistic interests, but with complexes and weak.
He tries to please his father in everything.
Despite being homosexual, he marries twice, like him, and like him he also divorces, too.
He has a son that hates him as much as he hates his own father.
When the father dies, the son can finally remake his life.
This is his salvation, his revenge, and the story I want to tell.
Yeah... I'm afraid I'm not the writer you're looking for.
You are... You don't know to what extent. I'll pay you as much as you want.
It's too personal.
Bring it to your ground.
Thanks, but no. And now, if you don't mind... Diego!
I will leave my phone number.
Please...
If you change your mind...
Please. Let me alone!
I'm sure we will see each other again.
In my case, that would be a miracle.
Please, would you come with me...
I'm on my way!
Good bye.
(leaves and closes the door)
Son of a bitch!
Don't you think he was talking about himself?
I guess so...
Look in the first drawer, and search for the pictures of the filming of 94.
Maybe he's in any...
Keep looking.
There he is!
Describe me the picture.
He's with you in the filming. He has long hair and straight, and has a camcorder in his hand.
I was almost sure.
Who is he?
Ernesto Martel's son. What does he want?
You can put the pictures back in the drawer, and close it.
(phone)
(Off Ex wife) "Hi Ernesto, it is I. I'm phoning you because we must talk about our son".
I can't talk now, Rosana.
(Off) "I've caught him wearing my dresses."
It's your fault, you've made him a wimp to humiliate me.
(Off) "I'm going to send him to you. In the end, it's your son."
If I haven't been a good father in 19 years, I don't think I'll learn to be a good one right now.
I need to go. And tell Ernesto that if he wants to speak with me, he has to call him. (hangs)
Don't be so hard with them, Ernesto.
Blackmailers!
Come on, help me with the necklace.
Yes, of course.
Why don't you invite your son to spend some days here?
That's what his mother has just said.
(whispers) But it would be better if I didn't mix you with them, Lena.
He will do me company. Does he like either cinema or theatre?
A lot, I think...
The mother has told me that he's a bit gay.
If I invite him over I'd like you to tell me if it's true, and if you think it can be fixed.
And how am I going to know?
I'm not asking you to fuck him...
Well, thank you.
But you notice about that sort of things with the beautiful girls
Look, call him, but don't count on me for that.
(Off) "This is shameful, Ernesto!"
"I'm not recriminating that we've divorced, but that you are living with a man."
"What are your sons going to think!"
That his dad is gay and that he has very good taste, and a lot of luck.
If they love me and you don't put them against me, they will accept it.
(Off) "You should have told me that before we got married!"
If only you hadn't been so obsessed with my father's money
you would have noticed on your own (phone)
(Off) "What do you mean?" I'll leave you, I have another call.
I hope is not your other ex-wife. I hope not!
Don't ever marry, Mario. No, as of now, it doesn't fit on my plans.
(Off) Hello?
It's Judit García.
Ah, hi, Judit. Did you get the money?
I don't want it! I've just resent it to you. Er-nes-to!
Wasn't your name Ray? That's my artistic nickname.
Artistic? What do you want?
Erase my father's name.
What's that got to do with Harry?
I wanted to see him for a long time.
And it's true that I want to film a movie and I want him to write the script.
I've got the lead actor...
You are not a director!
You should watch my documentary, you would change your opinion.
Ernesto, forget about us!
Don't be afraid of me. I'm not my father.
Don't get close to Harry. If you appear 'round his house again, I'll denounce you for harassment!
I don't fancy at all having to go searching for location shoots outside Madrid,
but the Americans are paying us a lot and we need the money.
Go relaxed. Don't worry about me.
Give me Tonino Guerra's book. I worry about Harry, too. Take care of him whilst I'm away.
I've got other things to do, mum. I can't be all day long taking care of him.
It's only two weeks!
Harry can manage perfectly on his own.
I'm worried about Ernesto JR.
I'd like you to be around, to see if he comes or phones, and that you tell me immediately.
Why are you so worried?
He's crazy. I don't trust him.
Why?
It's a long story.
Do a resume!
Diego, please, it's not the time.
It's never the time with you!
If you are so concerned about taking care of Harry, I'll quit my job and stay in Madrid!
Or I could hire someone.
No, mum, I'm not annoyed about going with Harry but I'm fed up with so many secrets!
When's your mother coming back?
I didn't get it quite clear, in around 10 days, I think...
What are you looking at?
A billboard that says "Give blood".
Do you want to give blood?
No, no... I just thought that "Dona" (give, in spanish) is a beautiful name for a woman.
And "Dona Sangre" (give blood) is a good name for a movie.
Yeah, it sounds allright.
Sounds like a vampire movie.
It's true.
Imagine that after that ad there's a group of vampires, waiting,
working in hospitals and clinics and that they keep the blood
they receive from the donors, to get high afterwards.
Your mother would like that story. Let's write it.
"Dona Sangre"("Give Blood")
Vampires live like chinese people, integrated in the spanish society,
but without being noticed and, like the chinese, they control various industries, too...
Back sunglasses, for example.
And night businesses: Bars, discos, afterhours...
As they don't need to be high to stay awake they are the best workers for night shifts.
And the industry of sun lotions!
The vampires are worried about the climate change, and the ozone layer.
Their solar blocking creams are.. the best in the market!
That is really good...
It must be a very dense cream, like an armor, so they are protected all day.
The story would go like that... a very beautiful woman, totally naked,
applying her superdense cream to her nice body,
before going to work to the clinic.
Her body ressembles white velved, precious...
What a good start! We need a love story...
A mixed love story, between the young vampiress and a young mortal guy.
She works in one of those clinics in which blood donors go, and they get high with it.
And the guy goes to donate blood to that clinic. They fall in love very quickly.
After the first needle goes in his vein, she gets really randy.
So, they start dating. But she doesn't want to vampirize him...
these vampires don't go against people they don't bite humans.
Unless it's absolutely necessary...
But they like sex, don't they?
Of course. That is going to be one of their problems, because we need a bit of tension.
The couple loves each other a lot, but when it's time to fuck she slips away.
But why?
Because she's afraid of not being able to control herself and bite your neck when she's in the process.
When they're randy, you can do anything to them.
From the front, from behind... Whatever you want, except kisses.
And their breasts?
Those are high risk practices.
When he's with her breasts, she has to cover her face with the pillow
and end up ripping it appart with her teeth
And when she's sucking his cock?
No, Harry, nothing of sucking cocks. She would rip it off at the first bite.
So how does he react?
A man can skip the kissing, but it's very difficult to skip the blowjob.
Since he's very much in love the guy finally accepts the situation.
When they get confident, she wears a muzzle, for their safety.
Because when she gets excited, she has like a dental erection
and it grows, like if she was a wolf.
Ha ha! I love your story, Diego.
You will sign this one. I will do as sparring, for all the times you've done it for me.
¡Dude, the music you play is really good! And you're very friendly. Has anyone ever told you that?
Hey, I want us to be great friends. You must tell me everything!
Let me work.
Hey, you need to tell me everything.
I need liquid.
Forgive him, dud, he's got "GHB" up to his eyeballs. I don't like being touched like that.
Hey, do you want a bit of "MDMA"? A bit!
Only a bit. I've got to work tomorrow.
We're writing a script about vampires that is going to rock.
Are you?
(Plays "Robot Ouef" By "Uffíe")
Do you want some "GHB"?
I've taken a bit of "MDMA".
Alex, I think your best friend likes me.
What happens? Diego! What is happening? What has happened? Diego!
Is that yours? Coke with "GHB".
You are an asshole! Why do you put it next to his drink?
What the fuck has happened? What the fuck happened? Diego! Diego!
Bring some ice! Please, call the ambulance.
(ambulance)
(Diego's mobile rings)
Hello?
(Off Harry) Diego?
Yes... no. No, it's a friend. Diego is not feeling really well.
We're taking him to the hospital.
(Off Harry) To hospital? What has happened? Can I speak with him?
No... no... is that...
(Off Harry) Where are you taking him?
Where are you taking him?
To Hospital Quirón. (Repeats) To Hospital Quirón.
Come on, get in. Paco, is coming.
Listen, that is his jacket. Ok.
I'll leave you. There's a man that needs help. Excuse me, do you need help?
Yes, yes, please...
Well, I'll leave you. Are you coming to the hospital?
Yes, yes.
I'll come with you.
I'll take him.
Are you going to the front desk?
Yes, yes, to reception.
I'm here to see Diego García.
I'll leave you, ok?
Thank you.
Has he been admitted in emergencies?
Yes...
How are you?
I don't know... dizzy Have you spoken to my mother?
Yes.
Did you tell her about the coma?
No, are you crazy! Anyway, it was only 6 hours.
If you ever tell her, tell her that you fainted..., I don't know, you'll see...
I told her that you had food poisoning because something you ate.
Did she believe it?
I don't know. She wanted to come here immediately, but I convinced her to keep finding locations.
Are you sleepy?
No, I'm not.
Do you want to talk?
No...
Do you want me to talk?
I don't know, if you want...
I'm just saying to distract you.
When I was young, before making movies, I was really good at telling stories.
So, would you mind telling me why my mother is so afraid of Ernesto Jr?
Is she afraid of him?
Before she went, she made me promise to keep an eye in case he came again...
Didn't she tell you why?
She never explains anything.
It's a long story...
Judit says the same. How did you met her?
We met her 14 years ago...
in an office we were renting to prepare my latest movie.
After having written and directed five dramas,
I finally had the script of of a comedy, or that's what I thought.
I wanted to change genre... and risk it.
And I promise you I managed it, the risking it bit.
Mateo... there's a young girl here. She doesn't have an appointment, you don't have to see her.
How is she?
Too beautiful to be funny
Is she?
She's Ernesto Martel's lover, the businessman. She's here with her son.
And she's an actress?
If she's been two years with that man, she's got to be one.
Anyway, come out and say hi, for education.
One must behave with important men, because you never know.
I'm on my way.
Hi... Lena.
I'm Mateo.
I'm Ernesto Martel, son.
How are you?
I'm sorry we're being presented like this.
I've heard that you're testing for your next movie...
Yes.
And I'd like to be tested If you want, I could come another day.
No, no, no. Since you're here, let's read something.
Ok...
(Whispers) Where are you going? No, man, no.
(Off Harry)" The reading didn't work. We were way too nervous.
The first encounter only served me to discover
that the mere presence of that women, disturbed me."
Sir.
Thank you.
Where have you been this morning?
Hasn't Ernesto told you?
I haven't asked him.
We've been to see a film director, to do a test.
A test? What for?
Ernesto... I want to work!
Weren't you going to redecorate the house? We have to change furniture, carpets, lamps...
I've no idea about that, I've never lived anywhere so big... Call a decorator.
Even if I call a decorator, you'll have to give him directions. And, since you're there, you learn.
Ernesto, what I want to be is an actress. I've always wanted to.
You already tried it... see how you ended.
That was a cheap shot.
I'm sorry, darling. Forgive me.
Well, I'm going to the bedroom.
Lena, please... Lena, don't be angry, treasure. I beg you, please, don't be angry.
Anyway, don't worry about it not going well. I was very nervous.
(Knocks on the door) (Off) Phone! Is Mr. Mateo Blanco.
Come in!, come in!
He insists that it's very important.
(listens) Yes? Yes, yes, of course... Very good, very good, thanks.
He was the film director. He said that the test wasn't enough and wants to see me again.
What are you going to do?
I'm going to see him. I need to do something, Ernesto! And I've always wanted to be an actress!
And what will happen to me?
Hi, I'm Magdalena Rivero. I was calling to cancel tomorrow's massage, the appointment.
I'll call you some other time. Sorry... thank you.
I haven't been given the role yet.
They'll give it to you...
If they gave it to me, nothing would change, except that I'd be working too, like you.
And at night we'd tell each other how was our day...
Why don't we marry?
What?
I'm asking you to marry me...
Don't you think you've married and divorced too many times?
It would be the first time with you.
Ernesto, we've been two years living together. We're very well like this, don't you think?
It doesn't seem that you are..
(Off Harry) "Ernesto Martel offered to produce the movie. Your mother didn't want to."
We were waiting a subvention from the Ministry...
Are you sure you don't want me to help you?
No, no. I want to do a demonstration myself.
And a pre-sale to the TV, but that would take months.
and I was suffering with an unstoppable urge to start filming.
Like "Audrey". You've nailed it, faggot.
(Portuguese accent) Is totally "Audrey"!
Yes, yes, it's true.
Huh! So picky! Please...
Stand up and come closer to the mirror.
Get some light in your face. Look at me. Put an exagerated smile, like a model's.
Ok. Like that?
Yes. Come on...
More smile in the eyes, and the mouth more closed... come on... yeah...
Very good... another... Let's go. Mouth a bit more open. Excellent, very good...
Art! Total!
Very good. I'd like to try something more daring... A gold blonde wig! Something pop.
I have! I have! I've got one like "Goldie Hawn", with much more volume...
Which looks gorgeous...
Yes, but that doesn't look like a poodle
Poodle, no? If it's not poodle, it's not "Goldie".
Then we'd rather not...
I told you "Goldie" wouldn't like, faggot. You like it, for yourself.
He wears it, when he's getting dressed...
So, gold blonde?
Yes, yes, yes...
I'll change your make up
Ouch, go away!
Look at the wig. Is fake, very crap, with cheap fibers, but it looks wonderful.
Very good, very good, let's see.
It's ok... You'll be amazed.
Put those earrings.
Judit, do you mind moving a bit to your left?
Are you tired?
No.
Don't smile, the wig is fake enough...
There... Wonderful!
(Off Mateo) "From the beggining Judit didn't like Lena.
However, I liked her more and more every day.
Ernesto Junior liked me, too and I was going to profit from that.
His father had asked him to film a documentary about the filming process.
Regarding Ernesto father, I haven't met a man as obsessed with a woman.
He produced the movie in a desperate act not to lose Lena."
(far away voices, cutting off)
Bollocks! I can't understand a thing!
(shouting) Action!
(Off Mateo) "Amidst that emotional landscape, we started to film..."
Now I think in all the times I've done gazpacho for Ivan, and how he enjoyed.
And that hurts you a lot...
Now we will do the first time you come back home after a picture shooting session.
As you open the door, you look from far away the answering machine.
If blinks, there might be a message from Ivan.
(reading lips) If it doesn't, another day in despair awaits you,
because you've been searching for him two days.
Of course, Ok, Ok. Hey, did you like the bit about the tomatoes?
Yes, a lot. It has moved me. Me too.
It has moved me really. It's incredible that someone could feel emotional with some tomatoes.
It wasn't the tomatoes, but the nice things you told me. Sorry!
Do you think they like each other?
If you think they like each other?
Me? I know nothing, I just look at the lips.
Shows... what do you think?
Cut!
Very good. Check. (bell for the end of the recording)
Are you going to do anything?
No, no. You may go.
I don't mind staying.
It would be better if you go. I'm going to check some wigs.
Wigs? I love wigs!
No! You don't love it! You have hours recorded with wigs. This is more of the same.
And Lena?
After trying the new wigs she's asked for a masseur. She has a contracture.
Contractures? I don't have contractures! Couldn't you record it?
Ernesto, please, don't be annoying and go already! See you tomorrow.
See you tomorrow...
Edurne...
Tell me.
I'm going to talk to Lena for a second. Don't let anyone disturb us.
Don't worry, I'll be alert. I'll stay here as Cerberus.
Hold on, is the son around?
No, I've sent him home. It's only Edurne, keeping an eye.
Mateo, this is madness!
(pleasure grunts)
Hello.
What are you doing?
Nothing, waiting for you...
I didn't know that in film people worked so much.
Yes, it's a non-stop. It's a very absorbing job.
Aren't you tired?
Chocolate gives me energy. I love bitter orange with chocolate!
I meant the filming, not the chocolate...
A lot. At the end of th week I'm very tired, but I'm very happy.
I was thinking that we should take a break.
A weekend off, you and I, in the house in Ibiza...no?
We have rehearsals on the weekends.
Don't you rehearse as well during the filming?
Yes.
What happens? Do you spend the whole day rehearsing?
Well, it's the way movies are made!
How about the life of the rest? You can't park it for months!
Ernesto, the movie dictates.
I'm sorry, I dictate... I'm the producer.
Any problems?
Yes, we need some small atrezzo. Everything is so impersonal!
One thing is that I'm asking for a graphic decorator, and the other is that it's completely dead!
Should I speak to Antxon?
No, no. I'll speak with him myself.
What's wrong with you? You have a bad face.
Dieguito... I couldn't breathe for the whole night. We haven't been able to sleep.
Don't you know yet what is it?
Some doctors say it's Asthma, others that it's allgery, but we don't know what to.
They keep investigationg, but it's exhasperating.
Well, take as as long as you need. Even if we're filming, the important thing is your son.
Thanks.
One thing, I've been speaking to the producer, too.
And?
He's complaining that the filming is taking too much of Lena.
So how does he think movies are made?
Ernesto is a businessman, not an artist.
Well, maybe he shouldn't have gotten into prouction. Nobody asked him.
It's too late to discuss this now.
This weekend he's off with her to Ibiza, so you won't be able to rehearse.
Son of a bitch!
(Off Harry) "Well, let's see... The laps out! The desk out!
The chairs out! I've asked for a graphic decorator, but one that is alive!
(grunts and groans)
(Deep breathe)
(Groan)
( )
Oh dear! What a face, my God!
(SCREAM)
Are you scared because I touch you... but not scared because you see me dead?
I didn't think you were dead. I thought you were asleep.
I usually snore...
If I thought you were dead, I wouldn't have put the make up.
Any man of my age could have a heart attack after six fucks.
You are not a man of your age...
I wouldn't mind dying after fucking with you days, weeks, months, years, centuries...
I'm crazy for you, Lena. You got me crazy, I think you know.
Yes, I think I know...
(Shouting) Action!
Look what I found in the kerb, they fell from your terrace
(Serious, not acting) They are presents from Mr. Iván and I threw them away.
But you can't do this, Miss Pina. You could kill someone...
In Naples, on New Year's eve, they throw even the furniture.
My granny was napolitan and I have got it in my blood.
But this is not Naples, and today isn't Christmas Eve.
I was nervous, and it relaxes me to throw things... You keep them.
Ah, it's quite convenient... "Love"...you say "Love", I say "Sexo".
Cut!
Should we check?
What the fuck are we going to check!
Come on, and I'll give you some touches afterwards, eh?
You're in a very low tone, Magdalena.
Yes, I know...
What's wrong?
(Crying) I'll tell you later
Let's have a lunch break.
30 minutes?
Yes, yes, yes...
Guys, 30 minute break for a sandwich!
Let's clear this a bit, and let's go outside, please.
(Off lip reader) "No lips"
"I've had a dreadful weekend".
"We haven't rehearsed so you could have a rest!"
"Rest? I've had that son of a bitch the 48 hours!"
"He hasn't given me a second for a break, the bastard. I'm on tranquilizers."
"No lips"
"No, no. I'll recover and do it."
"Are you sure?" "Of course"
"You have to be sparking..., and light"
"Of course... Light... Light!"
You don't know what it is to have that monster during 48 hours on you... Disgusting!
"Better not to imagine it. Better if you and I never speak of Ernesto."
"That melon, better not to open it"
What is he doing with his notebooks?
I write on them until the end.
And afterwards?
I burn them.
If you don't mind, I prefer if the notebooks slept here.
Notebooks sleep?
Leave them here. You'll recover them tomorrow
And when you've finished I'll keep them.
Very good. Whatever you say.
At what time should I come tomorrow?
They will call you once the material is ready.
I assume that you are conscious of the absolute confidenciality of your work.
Of course. Bye.
Hi, Lena!
Hello...
My father asks me why I don't go to yoga with you. I wonder the same.
Well, you tell him that I'm grown up and free and that I've forbidden you to follow me.
You know I can't tell him that.
Try it. It wouldn't hurt you.
I can't.
Look, do what you want, but you are not coming with me, ok? Really, how annoying!
Ernesto? What are you doing there!
Working!
Switch that off! Hasn't Mateo told you not to film us outside the recording?
My father has told me to ignore it. He wants to see everything.
You have no morals, none of you two! Leave me alone for fuck's sake!
I'm reminding you that I'm filming this.
Stop, I'm telling you! Stop it!
I'm telling you to stop! Give me the fucking camera!
You are crazy! Let go! You are crazy! My camera!
Let it go for fuck's sake!
( )
(Door slamming)
Focus on me.
Ernesto, listen up. Yes, I'm talking to you.
I've just been with the man I love, and I'm happier than what I've been in my whole life
because that man also loves me.... a lot.
Don't worry, because I'm going to leave you relax, very soon.
There is no need for you to spy on us.
There's nothing to hide...
(door slam)
(steps getting closer)
(steps walking away)