Eric.
Nobody’s rich in New York.
Not enough, you know?
There’s always something you can’t have.
It’s hard to admit,
but I couldn’t stop thinking of Superman.
I ordered the most expensive dish in the menu.
Just to make up for it.
A hundred thousand dollars.
Fucking Yankee thief!
It felt as if the universe had conspired
to screw me over.
BASED ON XAVIER VELASCO'S NOVEL
CHAPTER 3 NEW YORK: TRICK OR TREAT
Darling?
It’s me. Open up.
Open up, darling.
I want to talk with you.
I can’t, I’m busy.
You haven’t had breakfast yet.
Why don’t you come outside and grab a bite so we can talk?
I’ve a lot of homework.
I understand that you’re sad, but...
Everything will be fine, I’ll get well.
I start the treatment today.
I’ll come out later, Mommy, I promise.
I can’t right now.
I can’t.
What did you do with my bucks, asshole?
I spent it.
How did you spend forty fucking thousand dollars?
I don’t want to live in an apartment,
I live in the best hotel in the world.
But I do.
I want my bucks.
I just want it.
I don’t want to save.
I trusted you.
Like a typical Yankee,
Eric wasn’t able to go with the flow,
and foreseeing our poor future,
he thoughtfully rented a stinky apartment.
Five floors, no lift.
Yeah, for you, asshole.
Even if he was happy,
I felt he had restricted my freedom.
Who gave him that right, you know?
New house, new life.
You’re nuts if you think I’ll live here.
- What? - It’s awful! Can’t you see?
Call the administrator, I want my money back.
Why can’t anybody get it? You’re just like my parents.
A happy ending.
Bye, bye, dreamed life.
Hello, rathole.
At least we’ve got a nice view.
But it is for me.
No need to convince me.
I’m here.
We will freeze during winter.
I’ll keep you warm.
I’ll take care of you.
I’ll protect you.
I hate you.
At first, everything was nice.
Taking showers, kissing, laughing,
fucking all the time.
You know, beginnings are always good.
Do you like it?
Long time no see.
- What happened? - Can I come in?
Sure, come on in.
So?
What will you buy?
Don’t hold back, I’m loaded.
As long as I lose myself, I don’t fucking care.
Look.
You’ll be really stoned with these, man, they’re top-notch.
They’re national, you see?
- We’re fucking patriotic. - Fuck yeah.
Can I take it here?
Sure! The booze is there if you want some.
Damn it, man. What are you doing?
I’ll pay for them, Caiman, no problem.
No, that’s not it. You already took one,
you can’t take more.
Why not? Who says so?
Because that thing is really strong,
the trip lasts for hours.
It will last twice as much then.
You’ll be flying all night, man.
- Good. - You’re really nuts.
Not yet.
Mommy? Mommy?
Mommy.
Mommy, wake up, Mommy!
- Hello! - Hi.
I did some shopping.
Hold on.
Hold on, okay?
It’s nice.
When the Yankee started to do the math,
I could hear the stars falling.
One by one.
I deeply hate middle-class arithmetic.
I can’t believe how everything becomes a drag
in a few weeks.
You know me, “Diablo”.
What’s life without passion?
No matter how hard we tried, we were infinitely different.
Superman was... I don’t know...
decent, a nice person.
He had all the traits I lacked.
I felt like yelling at him:
"I want to fuck Lex Luthor!"
I mean it, decent guys aren’t my style.
Kissing,
the bed and sharing the shower was a drag.
We were in survival mode.
And I hadn’t come to New York to survive.
I wanted to live.
And at this pace, I would end up hating it.
Eric!
I know.
Do you hear me?
Yes. I’m sorry, doctor.
I know you’re having a hard time.
You’re her only close relative.
Sometimes the closeness and the family support
are better than any treatment.
I’m sorry, doctor.
I just went out for a while,
I thought the maid was with her.
Try not to do it again.
Son of a bitch!
Give me my money, asshole!
Let me go!
Let me go already!
Did you get the bacon?
I forgot.
I don’t know, whatever you order is fine.
Are you okay?
I’m tired.
I’ll take a shower.
Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you.
What are you doing here?
Shouldn’t you be at school?
I finished early.
I can read you something if you want.
Yes, something you wrote?
No. I meant from the novel.
Oh, that’s a shame!
I wanted you to read me something from your blog.
I guess it must be really funny...
it must be good and fun.
You made me laugh a lot when you were a kid.
You’re becoming a man.
Don’t worry, keep doing your thing.
But read me something, you choose.
Wanna go in?
I’m over here, Yankee.
No, don’t get confused, I’m much prettier.
Just as Violetta would think Eric wouldn’t leave her,
Eric would think that Violetta
could be happy eating bacon
instead of scamming others.
What did I want to prove?
That I was a good thief?
No.
Just that I was capable of anything.
Only in the States could you steal an identity.
Mommy.
Let’s see.
If your parents saw everything you do,
they’d be very proud.
Don’t get used to it.
I’ll stop when you get better.
Go on, Mommy. Eat up.
It’s toasted.
As we like it.
Yeah, really toasted.
What did they do to you?
Listen, Eric,
I want to live my life the way I want, I’m sorry.
I was wrong.
I thought I needed you, but I don’t.
And you don’t need me either.
Eric.
I cried for being such a bitch and such an ass.
I hate myself for tearing everything apart.
But I’m also proud of it.
End of the story.
Superman didn’t rescue Violetta.
Mommy.
Wake up.
Mommy.
Are you hungry, darling?
Do you want some chocolate milk?
I'll be back.
Don’t be sad, sweety.
You must be strong for your grandma.
Your parents are now in heaven and they’re very happy.
Granny!
Here.
Shoot.
Javier!
What are you doing?
Look Pig, I’m sure there are many options in your world
of private schools, big houses
and full fridges.
But in the streets, there is only one:
Resilience.
Either you have it or not.