A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
Where are you going?
Hey!
How are you like me?
Who are you? You've destroyed my life!
How are you feeling?
I don't know. Not good.
-How long...? -Relax.
I wanted to go back to before,
but I'm really sorry I was there so long. I needed to know...
You only left ten minutes ago.
"YOU WON'T MEET"
Did that happen yesterday?
Did what happen?
Did you feel so hungry afterwards?
I don't know.
Yes. Don't you have any more?
No. I'm sorry. I don't live here.
I brought things I bought this morning.
-If I had only known-- -I can't have been there only ten minutes.
Nine minutes and 17 seconds, to be exact.
Almost three days went by.
You were in a universe where time went much faster than ours.
How did it go? Did you see them?
Yes.
But I didn't like it.
Seeing them?
No, I liked seeing them. Hugging them--
being with them again was amazing.
But it was too quick. What's more...
-What? -I couldn't avoid the accident.
I went for nothing.
-Her car keys? -I thought that if I gave them to Elisa--
if he had given them to her, there wouldn't be an accident.
-Didn't it work? -It happened again. Exactly the same way.
Jan, Elisa, Carla-- it was my fault, again.
I wanted to intervene. I shouldn't have, should I?
From the moment you did,
you caused what happened in that universe to happen.
It's exactly those details that I need you to explain to me.
I don't understand. I don't understand at all.
It's normal that you're confused.
Really...
There was something else that disturbed me most.
Me.
Why?
Because I was an idiot!
I didn't recognize myself. I had my face, my appearance.
This suit I'm wearing is his.
Look at it. You can tell what he's like. I would never buy a suit like this.
By the way, as far as I can tell, everything I wear travels with me.
Let's not change the subject.
The thing is that it was me, but it wasn't me.
Do you know why?
Òscar, a friend of mine--
well, Òscar from that universe-- he was basically the same.
He said something to me that I can't get out of my head.
"The mind invents hallucinations in moments of extreme pain
and they seem totally authentic."
-It's true. -Am I inventing all of this?
No, no.
Was everything negative in that universe?
Absolutely everything. They died again!
Well, except that I could talk to Elisa and Carla, and I saw Jan,
and I could tell them-- no, there was one other positive thing.
My father was alive.
Had he died recently?
No, no. A long time ago. Nine years ago.
Strange.
Something must have happened then for him to have survived.
Why would your father be alive?
That's what I want to know.
-Think about it. -About what?
Nine years ago, when your father died.
Surely at that time, you found yourself at a fork in the road.
A fork in the road?
Tere, we'll help you. Okay?
MARCH 2007
Grandma, I drew a picture for Grandpa.
It's lovely.
Could you give it to him?
-Give it to whom? -To Grandpa.
He's there, give it to him yourself.
No. Not to Grandpa Joan. To Grandpa Manel.
No. You don't have to give it to him.
Why not?
Because-- because Grandpa...
Carla. Come here. Come here.
Grandpa Manel has left us.
Why?
Because he has died.
-Where did he go? -We don't know.
-Will he come back? -No.
So he'll never be able to see my drawing?
-No. -I want him to see it.
Grandpa lives within us now. In our minds.
-We'll always remember him. -But how will he see my drawing?
Look.
Close your eyes and think really hard about Grandpa.
And say, "Here, Grandpa, this is for you."
"Here, Grandpa, this is for you."
Very good.
-Has he seen it now? -I'm sure he has.
What's wrong with her?
I'm sorry, Mom.
I know you'd prefer to tell the kids that Dad is in heaven, but--
It's got nothing to do with that.
What's up?
I want to tell you, but...
I suggested it to your brother, but he ignored me.
He said that it isn't important now.
Maybe not for him, but for me...
You're scaring me.
Were you home the day before yesterday when I called?
It must have been 8:45 in the morning. Were you here?
Come on, we're running late, come on.
I didn't want to call your cell to bother you, but I should have.
Mom, I don't know what you're talking about.
Your father went to work without his heart pills.
-And...? -I called you because you had them.
But you didn't pick up.
I couldn't find you. Your brother was out and I had to go to the hairdresser's.
-The hairdresser's. My God. -Mom. Mom, please.
-Don't you realize? -Realize what?
That I'll have to live with this fact for the rest of my life.
What fact?
If I had taken your father his pills instead of going to the hairdressers,
-maybe he'd be alive now. -But that's absurd, Mom.
It's more absurd to be dyeing your gray hair,
while your husband is having a heart attack because of you.
He's the one who forgot the pills. It's not your fault at all!
How can I live without him now? Thinking about this is killing me.
Take that thought out of your head right now, Mom.
How?
Maybe Dad would have died even if he had taken his pill.
-Or maybe not. -We'll never know that.
Well, that's why.
-What are you doing here alone? -Nothing.
-What did your mother say? -I'll tell you later. One of her phobias.
-She's scared. -More than that.
-What do you mean? -It's all right. It's nothing.
These days will be difficult. They were together for so many years.
-Poor woman, it's normal. -It will be a tough climb.
-We'll all help her. -Pere wants her to go home with him.
Yes, I've just spoken with Tere. She'll come here in a few weeks.
-Is that okay with you? -Yes, of course.
Let's see if we can get it out of her head.
What?
-She thinks that he died because of her. -Oh, yes.
The thing about the pills, right?
-Did she tell you, too? -Yes. It's normal.
We always feel more or less guilty when this type of thing happens.
"If I had given him the pills." "If I had called him."
"If I had distracted him before leaving the house."
"If I hadn't said yes when he proposed to me."
"If I hadn't met him."
If I hadn't met you...
what would I be like?
You never know. Maybe you would be happier.
No.
If I put myself in my mother's place, I understand her pain.
Promise me one thing.
Is it something that I can control?
That you'll die after me.
-Eduard. -Yes.
-The HR manager wants to see you. -In his office?
-No, he's coming now. -Great.
It's been approved by the board.
Now I can make you a formal offer.
The commercial VP has accepted early retirement.
We wanted to keep it internal and your name was put forward.
Congratulations, Eduard. Here are the conditions.
I'm sorry about your father. I couldn't go to the funeral.
-I share your pain. -Thank you.
What happened to him?
It was very sad. It took all of us by surprise.
He had a bad heart, but to die so suddenly at 60 years old,
-with no warning. -Yeah.
-And your mother? -She's terrible.
She's at home for a few days. At least my kids distract her.
Yeah, son. Life is a gamble, isn't it? One moment we're here, the next we're not.
But, look-- in the same way as it messes you around,
sometimes it pays you back, doesn't it?
You need to make the best of the situation.
Eduard, "carpe diem," as they say. Anyway, congratulations, Eduard.
You deserve it.
Let's go and celebrate. It will take your mother's mind off things.
-Does she know? -No. I haven't told her yet.
Why?
-Because I haven't accepted it yet. -What?
-The position. What?
I want to think about it, honey.
You've wanted this for years. What is there to think about?
I'll have to go above and beyond for everybody.
-Yeah. -Meetings all day, conferences, events.
Don't you want that?
Really? Not right now.
Are you sure?
I don't know.
I'm not convinced.
Maybe I'm a bit depressed.
Really?
-You didn't mention it. -It's not serious.
it's just that since my dad's death, everything seems--
"commercial vice-president." The position sounds ridiculous to me.
I'm going to say no.
Are you doing it for you, or for me and the kids?
For everybody.
Am I doing the right thing, rejecting this salary?
When has our goal ever been to be rich?
Let's be sincere, okay?
What are you talking about?
I think it's a good thing.
But you have to take us out for dinner anyway.
Okay.
And when Grandma and the kids are in bed, we'll have a relaxing bath.
-Sound good? -That sounds fantastic. Carpe diem.
I love you.
Always.
Yes.
A fork in the road.
Think.
Come on, it's getting late, let's go.
What would have happened if I had picked up the phone that day?
Carla, look after your brother.
Hi. Hi, Mom.
I'm late for work.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't take them for one day...
Yes, I'll call around to get them now. Okay, see you soon. Bye.
Dad. Mom is very angry.
She said if it wasn't for her, you'd never take them.
One day you'll get a nasty shock.
She shouldn't worry. Three months from now, it'll all be over.
Really? Why?
-I'm retiring. -Oh, really?
And she can pester me 24 hours a day. She'll regret it soon enough.
You can go on OAP trips.
Shut up, damn it. I'm not that old yet.
It's too early.
When they told me, I got a feeling in my stomach that--
Yes. Here, your pills.
All of those years waiting for them to tell me I can stop working,
and when it finally arrives, look at how I celebrate it.
Taking a pill so my heart doesn't explode. Like a dying man.
You're so dramatic. Dad, I'm late. Let's talk another day, okay?
-Wait, wait. Wait a moment. -What?
Come and give me a hug, won't you?
A hug? Why?
Because I'm your father. You're my son. Is it so hard to give me a hug?
Enjoy life now that you're young, kid, because in four days, kaput.
Carpe diem.
What's that?
Nothing. Stop annoying me. Goodbye.
Say goodbye to Grandpa.
Goodbye! And your pills?
Yes, the pills. I've got them.
-Goodbye, Grandpa! -Goodbye! -Eduard. -Yes.
The HR manager wants to see you.
-In his office? -No, he's coming now.
Okay.
It's been approved by the board. Now I can make you a formal offer.
What offer?
The commercial VP accepted early retirement.
We wanted to keep it internal and your name was put forward.
Congratulations, Eduard. Here are the conditions.
Thank you very much. What a surprise!
Yes, what a surprise.
Anyway, take a look at it and let us know as soon as you can.
Tomorrow.
Yes, because I doubt that anybody could refuse an offer like this one.
Anyway...
-Congratulations, Eduard. -Thank you.
Roser!
Book me a table for two tonight at that restaurant
that the general director recommended.
You're late. Where have you been?
Help me with Jan's dinner--
Leave everything and get changed. We're going out for dinner.
Now? But it's already after 9:00.
I called a restaurant. We've got a table for 10:30.
-And the kids? -I called Clara, she's on her way here.
-She'll babysit for us. -Clara?
It wasn't convenient for my mother.
She's out with Dad, he's sad about his retirement.
I don't feel like it. Can't we go another night?
Do me a favor, stop that! Eduard, I can't do everything.
Kids, enough! Stop playing around! Just stop it, okay?
Stop or you'll be in trouble!
-Enough, for God's sake! -Eduard!
Elisa, I come home really excited and you throw it in my face.
Throw what in your face?
They've just promoted me to vice president.
Why didn't you tell me before?
Why would I book a table at the best restaurant in Barcelona?
Why didn't you call me?
I'm not going to disturb you at work for this.
This is a big thing.
Elisa, I came home really happy
because this could be great for all of us, and I come home to this.
What do you mean? I'm tired after my classes.
I've made dinner. You know I hate cooking,
The kids are really hyper, probably because it's spring.
And you arrive late after celebrating with your workmates?
-I'm not kidding. -Enough.
It's over. Sorry. Sorry, I went too far.
Get changed, let's celebrate.
-I'm really not in the mood. -Elisa, I've just apologized.
Have you accepted?
What? The position? Of course. Why do you ask?
Why? Why do you think?
You could have at least talked to me about it.
Eduard! Congratulations!
Hello! Thanks.
-You must be happy, right? -Very happy.
-Aren't they the cutest kids in the world? -Hello!
Wow! Hello, precious.
And where is Elisa?
-Don't you want it? -She's not very well, she...
Do you fancy going out for dinner with me?
Yes.
Sometimes in life, we find ourselves facing a dilemma.
Or a little insignificant conflict.
Like, for example, deciding which street to take when going somewhere.
You choose a specific path, instead of another one.
You find a person there who you haven't seen for years.
You talk, a few months later you get married and have kids.
If you hadn't chosen that path, you wouldn't have found her...
and perhaps you would still be single.
Has it also happened to you?
What?
Chosen paths or forks in the road that have made you happy or unhappy,
get to know the love of your life or lose them.
My life has been science.
I have made very few friends.
And the few that I have made died so long ago that I hardly remember them.
How sad.
Or not.
You can't regret losing nothing.
Yes. It's true.
What was it like?
What?
The fork in the road that led you to meet her?
Hey, now I'll bore you.
No. I'm sure you won't.
-Is it just out of curiosity? Or nosiness? -No, no. Not just for that, no.
Why, then?
For a person who has devoted her love and her passion...
to mathematics, to physics, to science,
there is nothing more exciting than hearing passionate love stories
about one human to another human.
They are more complex than the most complex equations.
"About one human to another human." What are you, a robot?
Some of my students thought so. I'm not kidding, do you know that?
Do you know what they call me at the university? Not Dr. Everest.
-What? -"Colder Everest."
Colder than Everest.
-That's the kind of reputation I had. -And was it true?
There are people who, under an icy appearance
hide an ardent flame.
Do you want to begin? Yes or no?
What do I get by explaining my life to you?
Awareness of the forks in the road you have taken to arrive here.
In case you want to travel again to another moment, to other universes.
SCHOOL OF ECONOMICS SCHOOL OF POLITICAL SCIENCES
OCTOBER 1991
I'm sure I'm going to fail macroeconomics.
Yeah, like statistics-- you were failing but scored an 8.75.
That guy hates me. When I said they killed Olof Palme
because of his socio-democratic policies,
and disputed Solow equations...
-Stop. Stop, Edu. -He almost killed me with his gaze.
-Enough macroeconomics. I'm in a hurry. -What is that?
It was handed to me. It's for a music audition.
Do you want to come? It's in Humanities.
-What do you play? -A little piano, but I'm going to sing.
-Wow. What are you talking about? -What? I'm a great singer.
You play the guitar, don't you? They'll need a guitarist.
You're crazy, man.
-I meeting Clara to get her notes. -Oh, Edu, you can do that later.
You spend all day studying-- either in the library or at home.
What kind of life is that? Come on, have some fun.
-I don't know... -Come on, please, come with me.
Come on.
See you!
-Òscar! -Come on.
EVENT HALL
Here. Take it.
-Whose is this? -Someone left it.
Play one of your songs. They'll love it.
No way. I'm not doing it, Òscar.
-Edu. You're a great guitarist. -Òscar! No, man!
-I'll be waiting for you. -Òscar, I'm not going in!
Òscar-- shit, man.
-Shit, sorry. -Sorry.
Are you the guitarist? I was looking for you.
Here, these are the chords. Can you follow me?
-What? -Come on, we're late.
-No, sorry-- -Hey, man, hurry up!
Sorry, listen. Listen.
Thanks. Thanks. Okay, we've got it.
You, too?
Yes.
Come on, come on. Go.
-No, but-- -Come on, man!
Yes, yes.
She combs her hair off her face If I'm lucky I can see her eyes again
I can't prevent the burn
Of those who look straight into the light
Happiness is elusive It hides even as it touches the light
I don't want to say I like it In case it all turns to smoke
If it isn't love that fills my stomach With butterflies
If it's my life and I let it escape Now that I have it in front of me
You see that?
It could last years Minutes or three weeks
But in the following second My future might be at stake
If it isn't love that fills my stomach With butterflies
If it's my life and I let it escape Now that I have it in front of me
I wouldn't want to fall in the trap Better to let time pass
I wouldn't want to fall another time
I wouldn't want to fall
I wouldn't want to, but...
Happiness is elusive and it ends Even though you hold onto it tight
I would relive it once And a thousand times before now
The moment...
It turns to smoke
Thank you, thank you. Silence. Silence, please.
Your name, and what do you study?
Elisa Montcalm. Second year, Art History.
-You're not on the list. -No. I signed up at the last minute.
-Okay. And your accompanist? -My what?
-You. What's your name? -No, no, no. I don't...
Yeah, you'd be great for us. We need a guitarist. What's your name?
-Eduard Marina, Economics, but I-- -Thank you. Very good, then.
Auditions are over. We'll get back to you in the next few days, okay?
Thank you all. Very good. We were really good.
They'll take us for sure.
Do you want to go and celebrate?
"Your accompanist." And I was like, "My what?"
-What? -Why didn't you say?
You gave me no choice!
You saw me with the guitar and threw me out there.
"These are the chords," and just like that we were on stage.
They'll definitely take you. You heard them, they need a guitarist.
But he was drooling looking at you. Or listening to you, or both.
-Who? -That guy, the director.
-He tried to hide it but he couldn't. -He's a really good musician.
-Don't you know him? -No.
Lluís Antic. Composer and songwriter. He wrote great songs a few years ago.
-You'll end up being his muse. -Yeah, sure.
I can already see you recording an album with his songs.
He stopped composing when he started teaching here.
I'm seeing an album with the title of the main song,
"I Finally Found You."
The new album by Lluís Antic,
with the new singing star, the dazzling Elisa...
-What was your last name? -Montcalm.
Elisa Montcalm. That's difficult to say. You'll need a stage name.
-Montcalm, Clammont-- -What are you doing?
Making anagrams of your name. You can't tour with a difficult name.
-You're crazy. -Don't laugh at me. Don't laugh at me.
And you, with such a gift for music, why are you studying economics?
-Isn't it boring? -Didn't you know?
Know what?
An artist needs a good manager to succeed. Someone good with numbers.
-You'll be my manager. -Of course!
That old guy wasn't the only one waiting for you.
I, the young future entrepreneur, who will make you rich and famous,
I was also waiting for you.
-You want me for business. -Of course.
Who says you understand numbers better than me?
Well, well, well. Excuse me.
You're one of those guys who think girls can't do anything
unless we have a guy to help us, aren't you?
We're just pretty faces. You do all the work and make us successful.
That's what you think?
No, no. I mean, absolutely. No, no, no, no. I didn't mean that.
That wasn't my intention.
So, without you being my manager, I wouldn't get anywhere?
No! Yes!
Yes. Listen, I'm not a chauvinist, you know? Not at all.
You thought-- It was a joke--
Elisa!
Clara! Hey! How weird!
-Do you study here? -Yes! I'm in Economics with these two.
So you know each other?
-Hi, how is it going? -Hello.
-I'm Òscar. -Hello.
I saw you singing and you were...
You both left everyone amazed.
If it sounded so good, I'm partly responsible.
-Oh, really? -Yes.
-Didn't you tell her? -What?
I'm the reason he accompanied you.
-And the guitar was mine, jackass. -What is this? A conspiracy?
-I just met him. -I just wanted you to play the guitar,
but destiny decided this heavenly gift should fall from the sky.
-You were amazing. -I don't believe in destiny.
-Me neither. -Oh, no?
-No. -How unromantic.
-So you two are friends? -Yes, we went to the same school.
We were friends. We were in different grades,
but at break time we always played together, didn't we?
-With dolls? -Rugby.
Very good.
Yeah. Football didn't mean much to us.
Yes.
I love rugby. I love...
-Too much Woody Allen. -Well, I would have watched three more.
-No, I loved it, you know? -Really?
Yes, yes, yes. I laughed and everything.
-Sure. -Yes.
But maybe I'd have preferred to see them on different days.
-You've never seen them? -No.
-None of them? -None of them.
-Òscar. -What?
You have, right?
Didn't you like watching them again?
Yes, but I realized they aren't comedies, they are really sad stories.
In Hannah and Her Sisters
the main character seems to be the strongest in the family,
but she's the one that knows the least. Everybody tricks her.
Maybe that's why she's the strong one.
Hey. Hey, do you want to go for a drink?
-Why not? -Yes.
I have to go. My father will worry if I'm not home now.
Do you live nearby? Want me to walk you home?
-I've got to take the train. -I live by the station.
So I'll walk you home.
Okay.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
Have a lovely night.
-Okay. We'll talk tomorrow. -See you.
-Good night. -Goodbye.
Goodbye.
-Let's go. Yes. -Let's go?
-So, yeah. I want a-- shall we go? -Yes, yes, yes.
TELEPHONE
It was a good idea to call him. He was already worrying.
He was making himself an omelet.
It's the only thing he knows how to cook, poor man.
I hardly know how to make anything else myself.
Doesn't your mother live with you?
She died. Almost two years ago.
-Damn. I'm sorry. -No problem.
With time, you get over these things. But it's very hard on my dad.
-I can imagine. Were they very close? -Very.
They were the type of couple where he didn't take a step
without asking her permission.
And I'm an only child.
Now I have to play the role of daughter, wife and mother.
-The strongest, right? -Yes.
That's why, watching the film,
Hannah's two sisters were weak, insecure, contradictory.
However, she was the successful woman, strong, powerful.
But in the end, her own superiority made her the most pathetic.
Being cold and insensitive doesn't make you the best.
But do you see yourself like that? Cold and insensitive?
Don't you? How do you see me?
A cold and insensitive person doesn't sing like you.
And how do I sing?
Like someone who is really passionate. Warm.
-Really sensitive. -Really?
Yes. I live here.
Okay, then.
And does it affect you a lot?
-What? -Your mother's death.
Why do you ask?
I thought maybe that's why you imposed this role on yourself.
-What role? -The one of the tough, invincible woman.
Were you like that before she died?
-I should go now. -Now?
If I miss the train, the next one is at 6:00 a.m.
No, no, but it's just that-- No, the whole time I've wanted...
I've had a really great time with you.
I've known you a few hours, but--
No, no, no, no, no. I can't stand cheesy pick-up lines.
I didn't mean it to be cheesy.
"I feel like I've known you my whole life."
Were you going to say that?
Then you'll tell me the Chinese tale about the red thread?
It's not Chinese. I think it's Japanese.
It's okay.
Goodbye.
Well, we may as well do it right.
The thing is that I was right.
Why?
It wasn't a cheesy line.
"I feel like I've known you my whole life" is a cliché line, from a cliché film.
I know. But now I see it as something better.
Didn't the scene end with the kiss?
No. There is still at least one funny detail.
Well, now that I think about it, it was more than funny, it was--
Significant. Transcendent.
Yes. Transcendent. The red thread.
Eduard, continue, please.
Okay, for a first kiss, it wasn't that bad. That could also be a cheesy line,
but if you focus on the implications it has,
it isn't so cheesy.
The line, I mean.
Anything you want to say?
If I say "the first," what do I mean?
That surely there will be more, right?
Don't you care?
Okay, I'd better get going.
No, no, it wasn't a cheesy line.
-Yeah, yeah. -It isn't, Elisa Montcalm!
-Eduard Marina. -The Montcalms from Súria?
The Marinas from Sant Cugat?
You, too?
Me, too, what? You're hurting me!
Oh, sorry. Don't you recognize me?
-What? -Wow, I mean, wow!
-It's you-- it's what-- -Who am I?
I mean, of course, it wasn't bad for a first kiss. It's not the first!
I don't get you. And I'm sorry, okay? I'll have missed my train by now--
You like it, right?
It's you! Wow, I mean, look. I have goosebumps!
Very nice. I should be flattered, but this is just weird,
because right now, you're acting crazy.
Do you really not remember? It's crazy!
-I don't know what you're talking about-- -At that wedding!
My dad's cousin and one of your relatives. It was ten years ago now, or more!
Up north, at Cal Pau. Your dad's from there, isn't he?
-Yes, but-- -Do you really not remember?
What?
You were that idiotic boy that said to me...
You're a stupid girl. Really, really stupid.
Apologize to that girl immediately.
She was sticking her tongue out at me!
And that's why you pushed her and called her stupid?
Of course.
If she was sticking her tongue out there's a reason for it.
Are you sure you weren't staring at her? Yes or no?
Go. Go and apologize to her, then ask her to dance.
What? No way--!
Either you do as I say or you can't watch TV for a week.
Do you believe in destiny?
-Absolutely not. Do you? -What would you call this?
-Coincidence. -Yeah.
-Anyway, I didn't even remember. -Me neither, but now I do.
If you don't remember, it didn't happen.
But now we do remember. Therefore, it exists.
And you, you exist. You're here now, aren't you?
I remember that for a long time, I dreamed about you.
Not every day, but almost. Yeah, right.
Don't you remember?
I remember that you said "stupid, stupid" to me, but not the kiss.
I think it was on the cheek.
No, no, no. I still remember the effect it had on me.
-The what? -That it was wet.
Your lips were wet with saliva.
-Right, right. -I was so turned on.
-We were 10! -What's wrong?
I got turned on when I was 10.
Yeah, sure, and what else?
Shit.
Now what do I do?
Stay with me.
Or me with you. What do you want to do?
Go to a place you really like.
A place I really like? Someplace closed?
Open.
Aren't there any around here?
Yes, but it's a bit far away. And it's dark.
There's nearly a full moon.
-Do you like walking? -I love it.
And we have seven hours until the next train.
-Are you cold? -I'm hungry.
So let's eat first, then I'll take you to a place I go when I'm upset.
When you're there, does it go away?
Yes.
Take me there.
It's here.
There's nothing special about it.
Of course there is! It's beautiful. It's your place.
What do you do when you come here?
Nothing. I just lean on the railing and wait for the train to pass.
What? Like this.
Stop kidding around!
No, no, no, no, no. I'm not kidding.
Whenever I have a problem, or I'm sad, I come here.
I sit like this. When the train passes, everything vibrates,
everything trembles, and my bad thoughts go away.
-Come here. -No, I don't have bad thoughts.
Well, our good thoughts might come true.
Yeah, sure.
Come on! I thought you were brave.
Some moments should last forever.
"Moments that should last forever."
If I hadn't experienced all of those moments of happiness with her,
I wouldn't feel like this now.
It's a love story. Beautiful.
This is really shit.
-No. -Yes.
What were you doing there?
What?
We met on that bridge, you and I.
Yes. Why?
Where did you come from? Did you appear from nowhere?
Where do you want me to have come from? From my house.
I work here, but I live not far from that bridge.
What a coincidence. And how did you get there?
How did you know I would go there? Do you not want to tell me?
You can't even imagine.
If I tell you, I'll destroy the whole mystery.
You're a scientist, not a witch. Why do you want to keep the mystery?
Tell me!
When I found out what happened to you, I decided to do some research on you.
-I decided that I needed you. -And what else?
I followed you. At all hours of the day. I rented a car.
The doorman where I live helped me. He was my driver.
That night we arrived at the bridge from your house. Following you.
We parked under the trees.
I was lucky to arrive in time to...
Yeah.
And who did I run over on that bridge, the night before the accident?
Sorry?
Wasn't it you?
You already asked me that once. I don't know what you're talking about.
Why are you messing with me? Do you want to make me crazy?
What do you want from me?
What were you doing there? Why am I here with you now?
What happened to me?
What do you want from me? What are you doing?
It was a bad idea, I'm sorry.
You should go back home and forget all about this.
No, no, no! No. No.
-Sorry. Sorry, I didn't want to shock you. -What do you want?
-I need to go back there. I need it. -No. No.
Please, there must be a universe
-where this pain can be avoided. -No.
One where another Eduard and another Elisa will be happy forever.
-Go home, relax. -If they hadn't met, they would be.
-Relax, Eduard. -No, please. One more time, please! No, if I'd never met Elisa, I wouldn't feel like this.
I wouldn't feel this pain that is killing me!
I want to go to the portal.
-Now? -Yes. Now!
Ready?
I'll be waiting.
You won't meet.
It will depend on you.
What?
SCHOOL OF ECONOMICS
It will depend on you.
You're crazy, man.
I meeting Clara to get her notes.
Oh, Edu, you can do that later.
You spend all day studying-- either in the library or at home.
What kind of life is that?
-See you later. -Come on. Come on.
-Clara, are you all right? -Yes.
-See you at the humanities bar! -Someone pushed me.
-Who? -I don't know.
-You got the notes? -Yes, yes, I have them. Bye, Arcadi.
-Yes. Look, it's this whole part. -Yes.
Copy that part.
MUSIC AUDITIONS TODAY
-Hey, sorry. -Sorry. Sorry.
-Are you going to the audition? -Yes.
-Are you a musician? -Yes. I try. Yes.
I need someone to accompany me--
-On the piano? Is that okay? -The piano, that's perfect.
She combs her hair off her face If I'm lucky I can see her eyes again
I can't prevent the burn
Of those who look straight into the light
Happiness is elusive It hides even as it touches the light
I don't want to say I like it In case it all turns to smoke
If it isn't love that fills my stomach With butterflies
If it's my life and I let it escape Now that I have it in front of me
I wouldn't want to fall in the trap
Better let time pass I wouldn't want to fall another time...
The audition is closed!
They're not allowing anybody else in. I'm really sorry, you have to leave.
-Is that your dad? -No.
Is it your uncle?
It's not him either!
Man, you look identical.
Eduard! Go! Get out!
Happiness is elusive and it ends Even though you hold onto it tight
I would relive it once And a thousand times before now
The moment...
It turns to smoke
I'm going to be straight with you.
You can't meet that girl, the one that was singing.
-I saw how you looked at her. -Let me go!
Don't meet her, do you hear me? It's for your own good.
Who are you?
Edu. Why are you on the floor?
Eduard! Eduard! Wait!
What do you want?