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TO DIE (OR NOT)
TO DIE
You got up last night.
At two a.m.
I was asleep.
You turned the light on.
You were grumbling and left the light on.
- I wasn't. - You were.
I was just thinking out loud.
Same difference.
- I was working. - What?
You heard.
- I'm glad. - Now you're glad?
Sure. You worked yesterday.
From 2 to 6 a.m.
- 6? I didn't hear you. - I know. You snored...
- What did you do? ...like a man.
A year later. You know what that means?
- A year? - Yes, or more.
Without doing anything.
- Nothing? - Yes. Tell me about it.
- Oh, I don't know... - Why not?
It's just an idea, for a film.
The idea is the most difficult.
Now let it mature, become words, images, whatever.
Your anguish, sleepless nights and pills are over...
You can call the producer...
with your fantastic script.
Tell me the whole story.
- I don't have a script. - You're a pain.
- You won't like it. - I'll love it.
- It's not a comedy. - Better.
You don't need a comedy. They were labeling you.
It may seem reactionary.
- What? - But it isn't.
Good. There are no reactionary stories.
There are reactionary tendencies, people, ideologies...
but stories? No...
- Moralist. - Sure.
There are good moralist stories.
I live a lot of them every day.
The cases we treat at the hospital could inspire you.
Want to hear it?
- You know I do. - Good.
Well?
It's about an 18-year old boy...
It's Saturday evening. No, night.
Imagine: It's 3 a.m. On Saturday.
Sunday.
Yeah, right.
He's out with friends, half drunk.
He just broke off with his girlfriend.
He's letting off steam, and...
is on the make.
His life consists of delivering pizzas all over town...
and trying to get laid on weekends.
He's engaged and screws other girls?
No. Well, yes.
I don't know. Can I go on?
Sure.
His family's horrible.
He's left home and his mother doesn't care.
Imagine: The disco.
His friends want to go home, but not him.
He wants a girl.
He wants to party.
He proposes another disco.
His friends say no. He gets on his scooter...
and speeds off.
While speeding, he doesn't realize a car has...
jumped the light.
It's unavoidable.
For a tenth of a second, time stops in its tracks.
Everything freezes.
Someone...
not God, nor Heaven nor Providence, just someone...
freezes that eternal second prior to his brutal death.
A voice in the night says to him:
"Get off the scooter and rest on the asphalt a while."
Everything is still, like a photograph.
He suspects he's heard the voice...
of that god his parents always talk about.
"No, I'm not God. I'm sorry.
We could say I'm your future.
I'm nowhere. I'm just here, with you."
What is this?
"Relax and give in to a long trip."
He thinks it's Death.
He wants to get away.
"No, you're wrong."
- Frank Capra. - Be quiet.
That's a compliment.
Save it for later.
- I'm sorry. - You blew it.
The trip is short, fragmented...
moments of his hypothetical furure...
should the accident not have occurred.
- Dickens, "A Christmas Carol". - Yes.
Since it's nothing more than a make-believe future...
the voice proposes planning the trip as...
a model of future life.
It says:
"If you survive, what would you be?"
A multinational executive.
No, a famous movie star.
No, I'd be a...
multimillionaire, with a lot of people working for me.
The voice asks: "Who would you like to live with?"
A young, pretty, sculptural...
and lewd blonde.
But then rectifies.
A different one every 2 or 3 weeks.
He wants to be spared of getting rid of them.
He is asked to describe his ideal homes.
A luxury apartment in town...
a mansion with a private ski slope...
a house on a tropical island.
"Any children?"
Yes, a male, but later on, when I'm about 40.
"Any other requirements?"
Not for now.
- "That's what you want?" - That's it.
Then the trip begins. The film.
- It's about time. - What?
That takes 6 or 7 minutes.
I'm sorry.
The film starts with that trip.
On a desired adventure...
ending in a judgement. No, better yet.
He must make a decision.
Because the trip will reveal the boy's naive nature...
his deep immaturity.
He lives one scene after another.
He sees how, 20 years later...
he makes love to different and prettier women but...
they're much more unbearable.
He has all luxuries.
People calling and following him everywhere...
watching and soft-soaping him.
Each scene leaves him deeply indifferent.
Mostly...
he does nothing, but thinks to himself:
What a mess! I have everything, but seem to have nothing.
I'm Ionely and bored.
Those scenes continue, some are fun...
- Yeah. - Until the end.
The end of the trip, not of the film.
He's in bed.
He's 93 years old.
On a normal day, the boy and the old man...
die...
a sweet death.
He falls asleep and never awakes.
After seeing himself die like that...
back to the accident.
The voice asks the big question:
"You have to decide.
The accident is mortal.
It's a head-on collision. You'll die instantaneously...
tragically.
But maybe, at the last moment...
the driver could react and avoid the crash.
In that case, you'd survive."
You decide: A rebellious, poetic, immediate death...
or a sweet death after 75 years of boredom and indifference.
Then, distorted, he yells:
I won't decide!
But he only has a moment.
For an instant...
he weighs up his past, future and very unusual present.
A struggle, a fatal dilemma.
And then, he decides.
What?
- Listen. - To who?
- My chest... - What?
Is hurting me.
- How bad? - I don't know.
It hurts.
Maybe I'd need to have...
- My arm! - What is it?
- I can't breathe. - What do you want?
Water. I don't know.
- Listen... - What?
I can hardly see.
- My chest! - An ambulance.
- Don't go! - I have to call.
Listen...
Breathe, breathe.
Please breathe.
Breathe, breathe, breathe!
Help! Help!
Open up or I'll call the cops! Hear me?
You could go to jail!
You hear?
I don't care. You hear me, you shit-ass pusher? I don't care!
Open up!
Even if you are my my brother, open up!
I won't leave here until you listen to me.
You hurt me, bitch!
Bitch?
That's enough! You lied and robbed us.
You're blowing everything!
If Dad were alive, he'd kill you himself.
- That's a sister? - Shut up!
- No, you're not. - Shut up!
- Now listen. - Go away.
You care about me.
Now I'm dead serious.
We'll pay for your rehabilitation.
Is that idea yours, or the other bitch's?
If you say that again...
instead of spending money to save you, you fool...
I'll bust both your legs and take you straight to...
the police.
How could you?
Know what "bitch" means?
Am I a bitch for wanting to help you?
And our sister, who's been like a mother?
She's going to pieces watching you destroy yourself!
Is that what you learned at college?
Go to the police, if that's what you want.
I haven't had anything for a long time.
Don't make me laugh.
Look at yourself.
Go on, look in the mirror.
- Come on. - No!
I said come on! Come on!
- Look, if you got balls! - Bitch!
Just look at yourself!
You're hurting me!
What do you see?
- Nothing. - What do you see?
Me.
Nothing.
Is that the face you had 3 years ago, if you still remember?
No, that's not you.
Yeah. I absolutely know that's me.
You're nothing, you look like a corpse.
No, that's my face.
You two are stuffed mummies.
Bastard!
I won't say it again.
We're willing to pay for the best rehabilitation center.
We can't take you there by force.
The patient must want to rehabilitate.
What patient?
We want no more deaths...
if they can be avoided.
We just want to help you.
You must consent.
Aren't you thirsty?
Will you consent?
Want some whisky, boozer?
Did you know whisky is better than any psychiatrist?
Tell your kid sister that, will you?
Tell her that a good bottle of whisky...
will make her forget all her shit.
Look, here's to her...
for being like a real mother to us...
a little swig.
And for getting fucked...
by an idiot...
and for when that idiot knocked her up and...
three days later...
took off with another...
another little swig.
And for the grief...
her kid brother caused her...
when, instead of studying law or...
medicine...
he went off to study philosophy and became...
an immoral person.
I can assure you that after all those little swigs...
she has...
forgotten everything.
She gives a shit about the psychiatrist...
and she'll send you to hell.
Then she'll call me...
and we'll go on a binge.
Oh, look, what a shame!
I'm out of whisky.
I'm out of everything.
Give me... Give me something.
You have nothing?
Go away, please.
I'm a little nervous.
No.
No, not until you say yes.
Yes? To what?
You don't know what you're doing.
Get out of here before I get a knife...
or break this bottle and slit your throat.
Understand?
I feel sorry for you.
You hurt me.
I expect your call.
Why?
To say yes.
Tomorrow.
If not...
the police.
Bitches!
Bitches! Old bitches! Stuffed mummies!
Why do you want to hurt me?
What is that?
- Chicken. - Ah...
- What does "ah" mean? - Nothing.
- Eat. - I'm not hungry.
It's dinnertime. Eat.
- I'm not hungry. - Don't get me nervous.
And sit correctly!
Do normal people sit like that?
Your butt against the back of the chair.
Not like that! With your back up against the chair.
With that spine, you look like a hunchback.
- Can I say something? - What?
- I'm uncomfortable. - Tough luck.
Get used to it and you'll be comfortable.
Don't they teach you table manners at school?
- They teach other things. - That's the problem.
Those things are of no use to you.
I'll change you tomorrow.
Will you please eat and stop talking?
You do that on purpose.
As soon as I put food on the table, you feel like talking.
It's a shame you didn't get to know your grandparents.
Above all grandpa.
He was very correct.
He taught us to live...
to be proper and polite...
and to accept the simplest things in life.
Years ago you learned about life directly from inheritance.
Now I have to tell you to do things a thousand times over.
A thousand are many times, honey.
You're not eating?
No.
- Why not? - I'm listening.
You can listen and eat as well.
- You shouldn't talk. - Not while eating.
- You're not eating? - Me? No, I'm on a diet.
I'll have an apple later.
I want to diet too.
Don't pull my leg. At my age, I'm not in the mood.
Can't you see that chicken's delicious?
- Yes. - An hour and a half for the sauce.
'Cause you like sauces.
So I made it for you.
Chicken used to be a luxury dish.
Roasted, with garlic, and that's it.
Grandpa let us use our fingers but, with delicacy.
The drumstick with your thumb and index finger...
take it to your mouth...
and hold it with your other thumb.
- That's not a drumstick. - No, it's breast.
- I cut it up. - That's breast?
Can't you tell?
Not much.
It's covered with all that crap you call sauce.
- What was that? - Nothing.
Do you know what grandpa did when we were rude?
No, what?
Take us to the kitchen and slap us in the mouth.
How refined!
- Are you mocking me? - No.
- Mocking the dead? - No.
- Can I talk? - No.
Yes. Well, I don't know.
Did my aunt and uncle love him?
Oh, eat, eat once and for all!
Hey!
What?
Do they still talk about him?
Everyone talks about their deceased parents.
Now eat and be quiet.
When you die, will I talk about you?
Why think about that now?
I don't know.
What?
If you change my school, I won't.
You can't like it that much.
Normally, kids don't like school.
I'm sure someone has a bad influence over you.
You're so young you don't realize it. The chicken!
Others make you be a bad person and do...
crazy things.
It scares me to think that you could...
Like my uncle?
What do you mean? Who mentioned him?
My aunt.
I'll kill her.
- What? - You just eat!
Open your mouth.
- Why? - Open it a moment.
- Why? - I said open your mouth.
- Tell me why first. - Open your mouth!
No. You'll make me eat a piece of chicken.
I'll eat it later.
What have you got in your mouth? Let me have a look!
Why have a look?
You've got chewing gum. That's why you're not hungry.
I did yesterday, all day long, and was still very hungry.
- What's wrong today then? - Nothing. I want to diet.
What is this world coming to?
- Little girls don't go on diets. - Why not?
Because you're still a little girl...
and your metabolism must change.
You're not fat, but rather skinny.
And neither am I. Haven't you noticed my figure?
Then why do you diet?
For my health.
I don't want cholesterol, like your grandmother.
What is it?
What do you care?
Little girls don't have that.
They have to eat to become women.
They need vitamins, fats, protein, minerals...
all that.
I'm stuck in the kitchen, making sauces and things for you...
for your own health...
and how do you respond to that?
Like a spoiled brat who even dares to insult me...
who makes fun of the dead.
My God, what have I given birth to?
Why did I have to give birth to a monster?
- Mom. - What?
Quiet if I eat?
- Yes. - Swear it.
- Oh, honey! - Swear it.
- To swear is vulgar, it's... - Be quiet!
Swear you'll shut the fuck up!
You should be ashamed...
Mother!
I promise.
But, honey...
Honey, please.
Am I a monster, Mom?
No, honey, no.
You get me hysterical.
Come on, let's make up.
Spit out what you've got in your mouth.
No, I'll eat it.
You're a real comedian!
Stop that. That's not funny, you know.
What do you want to do, vomit right here?
Will you cut that out?
Honey!
Are you choking?
My God!
What am I supposed to do?
Honey!
My God, you're so pale!
Help! Is anyone there?
My baby is choking!
Honey, the neighbor isn't in!
My God!
I can't. I'm not strong enough!
Honey, shall I...? Do you want me to...?
Breathe, honey, breathe!
Honey, you're turning blue!
Good evening.
Hello.
These two.
- What? - Just 2 tonight.
- No injection? - No. Does it hurt?
These pills are sedatives also.
Take them.
- Could you scratch my back? - What?
It itches.
- Are you kidding? - No, it itches.
You're looking for trouble.
I'm looking for a roommate. That would entertain me a bit.
- No one visits you? - No.
- Where does it itch? - My back.
- Here? - No. Yeah. No, lower.
To the right.
To the left. A little lower.
To the right. A little lower, lower.
- What? - That's it, that's it.
That's enough.
- 5 minutes? - No.
How about a roommate? That would spare you the trouble.
You're weird.
Everyone else wants to be alone.
Well...
before this, I loved to be alone.
After my pleura operation, I was with 2 other patients.
And I hated them.
Them and their families.
But now I'd like to have someone.
You going?
- Take my temperature. - No.
I have a fever.
- You wouldn't talk so much. - Why not?
- The pills. - You're the boss.
The cast itches.
My foot's swollen.
- It hurts. - That's normal.
You sure?
I'd rather you took my temperature.
- You're a bit... - What?
- Of a pain. - You're wrong.
Haven't you ever thought things happen out of fate?
I had never thought of that before either.
But the other day... pow!
As I fell down...
the stairs, I heard people laughing.
The students were hysterical.
Did you know students always laugh at their teachers?
No.
I bet nurses also laugh at their patients.
I've lost count three times.
- You're listening. - Be quiet!
Wouldn't the thermometer be easier?
Be quiet.
You're not like in the movies.
What movies?
There's always a nurse in movies.
A cute girl who...
willing or not...
provokes. You know.
- No. - You don't get it?
No fever.
Impossible.
- Good night. - One moment.
I'm not, but you sure are a movie patient.
I'm in a cast...
have had pleura, and may have possible lung complications.
They're in your head.
Are you afraid of me?
What do you want?
Nothing. You're too fat.
I may be fat, but not rude.
- I have principles. - You think I'm crazy?
Yeah, you're fat, but that shouldn't upset you.
Please, don't go. Somehow, I need you.
- The bell. - What?
- Just ring the bell. - I will.
- I won't come. - Then I'll ring again.
- My colleagues will come. - I don't need them.
- Hospitals scare you? - No, fever does.
You have none.
I'm calling you...
because your mother appeared to me this morning.
No, please, don't hang up!
I heard a noise, got out of bed and saw her there...
at the kitchen door.
Her face was wrinkled...
green, blistered, full of warts and pimples.
Like when she died.
But she looked younger.
Yes... yes, yes. Green... very green
She resembled you.
One white and two red ones.
One white...
and two red ones...
and a little mineral water without gas...
'cause the doctor said no gas.
Don't do that again.
Don't hang up again. Can't you see I'm not joking?
It was her in flesh and blood, meat and bones.
More bones than flesh.
First she scared me, but then she smiled.
And then I said: "Is that you, auntie?"
And she said: "Yes".
And then she just stood there, staring at me.
Then I think I asked her:
"What are you doing here, darling auntie?"
You hung up?
You're so quiet.
Yes, she did answer me.
She said: "I don't know, honey."
In a normal tone, like your voice.
No, don't get mad. Then I really got scared.
I wanted to get out of here but, when I turned around...
oh, my merciful God in Heaven!...
Papa was at the door.
Don't hang up!
He was a skeleton, with no eyes...
with two black sockets but no eyes.
I yelled: "Papa!"
He stretched his arm, wanted to touch me.
But, instead of his arm, I saw a snake...
What?
Me? A poor neglected old lady!
Neglected by my own son!
By everyone. He never comes to visit me!
Only ghosts come to visit me!
No one, and you hang up on me!
So what if it's midnight and you have to work tomorrow?
What?
Yes.
Yes, I've taken them.
With what? With water, my little cousin.
Why are you such a witch?
You're uglier than your mother's corpse.
I'm sorry. Don't hang up.
Know what I thought...
when I saw Papa and your mother this morning?
When they were alive, they had an affair.
Papa and auntie had a ball while Mama played with me!
What, who am I? What about you? Who are you?
You pulling my leg, you cow? Are you playing absent-minded?
What?
Me, a cow?
Idiot!
I was all wrong before.
No.
I am not a drunk!
You're bad, you're rich, your husband's a millionaire.
We can't belong to the same family. Don't hang up!
Me, rob you?
I'll tell you something, you witch.
Do you know why I called you?
To tell you what your mother's corpse told me.
You're not her daughter, I am! So fuck you!
Cousin?
Cousin, I'm sorry.
Yes, I admit it.
No, I haven't drunk, I swear.
The last time, I swear.
For my medication.
Fifty thousand.
Where's Papa?
And Mama?
Why have you got a snake in your hand, Papa?
I'm afraid of snakes.
Why am I a crazy old lady, Mama?
Why am I a lizard?
Is anyone there?
What the hell do you mean?
A wallet. Yes, yes, that's him, my baby.
An accident?
When? Tell him to get on the phone.
Damn, tell him to get on the phone. Tell him!
I want to tell him... to talk to him.
I'm not upset, mister policeman, I'm not upset!
I'm old, crazy, dirty and deaf, but not upset.
Why do you want to come here? You'd be shocked.
What did you say?
Repeat that.
No.
Am I making it all up?
I'm not crazy?
What hospital?
There was no need? It was instantaneous?
No, I don't want to go. Maybe tomorrow.
I don't like morgues.
Can I ask you a question, mister superior officer?
Do you believe in ghosts?
Money.
Not for me. I don't need any.
It's my son who needs it.
He needs it for a coffin...
at least one of the cheapest coffins...
but with a cross on the cover of it.
But not for me.
Mama, Papa...
I'm tired.
The lizard is sleepy.
I need...
Clean my glasses.
- Don't you sleep during the day? - Yeah.
- You bored? - No.
- Sad? - Much less.
- Do I bother you? - No. You sleepy?
- Do I look sleepy? - A bit.
- Well, I'm not. - Okay.
- Why so slow? - Would you drive faster?
I don't know.
I'm going 30. Do you want me to go 180?
- What's that? - What?
- A suspect. - Where?
Looks like a pusher?
- You're glasses still dirty? - Very funny.
- You can tell, just like that? - Yeah.
- How? - By his looks.
We can go ask him to look at us, and identify him.
- He's clean. - How do you know?
His clothing.
They dress a special way?
- Car 1116 to headquarters. - I read you. Over, 1116.
- Any news? - What news?
- Any alarm? A message? - What do you mean?
Forget it.
Keep patrolling?
Relax, 1116, if anything comes up, I'll let you know. Okay?
Sure, thanks.
- You like this work? - I don't know. Sure. Why?
- It doesn't show. - Want to pull over?
No, why?
- You're nervous. - I'm not.
A little.
This is dead.
All this is dead.
How old are you?
I won't answer that.
- I'm afraid I'd offend you. - Yeah?
- We've still got 3 hours left. - Three?
- Yeah. - Well!
We don't get on.
I don't know.
Go on, talk.
I like to communicate, not think out loud.
I have nothing against you. You're great.
I don't like the city at night. It scares me.
And I'm here voluntarily.
Scary things attract me, like children.
Is it strange...
- for a cop to say that? - Not at all.
I'm afraid only of the dark, but of no danger in daylight.
- Are you the same way? - No.
Nothing scares you?
Calling cars 1116 and 1143, it's urgent.
Urgent, 1116 and 1143, urgent.
1116 here.
Something suspicious at...
31 Bosch & Gimpera. A possible murder. A neighbor...
heard a shot.
Comb the area. The killer couldn't have gotten far.
We got him.
Lights!
1116 here. We're nearby and on the way.
Siren.
- Siren! - It's on.
- I can't hear it. - It's on.
- You hear it? - It must be damaged.
That's impossible.
It's not.
Besides being listless, you're clumsy.
Hit the brakes!
- The lights are OK. - How can you see?
We'll crash.
Don't jump that light!
- There are none. - Well, just in case.
We've got to catch that son of a bitch first!
What S.O.B.? There's no confirmation!
- What? - They'll sack us!
Shall I talk about negligence to your superiors?
You're sick.
You take the house. I'll comb the streets for...
that son of a bitch.
I'll bust his chops and then...
run him in. I'm a policewoman!
The light!
- Trust me. - Be careful!
- Shut up, we're almost there! - That's 130!
- Here we go! - It's red!
What, are you afraid?
See what you've done?
Call an ambulance!
Don't yell, my head hurts! Leave me alone!
- What happened? - See what you've done?
He's all right! He's moving!
I'm hurt.
At 130, he can't be all right!
He must have split a gut!
How disgusting!
Don't move, please. Don't move.
- The ambulance! - You call!
I can't hear anything!
My ears hurt!
- Call in, stupid! - He's talking!
I have something in my ears.
Come to the car!
- You're hurting me! - You shouldn't move him!
That hurts!
Go on, call it in!
What's the matter with you, are you ashamed?
No.
Could someone please help me?
It's my ears.
- He's talking again. - So what?
- Listen... - Leave him!
Don't move, we'll help you. Don't get up.
- Leave him alone! - Don't be cruel.
You bitch, you're making me nervous!
- You'll pay for that! - Don't you insult me!
Water.
I'm thirsty.
Are you guys cops? I think...
- The ambulance. - Call.
Car 1116 calling.
Attention, it's urgent!
We need an ambulance!
My wallet... It's got...
- Hurry. - It's out of order!
Why's his helmet off?
Know what can happen to us?
- Will he die? - Find a phone!
- Or I'll have to do it! - What?
Tell the truth.
- Do you know what can happen? - No.
- You don't? - No.
You're late.
What?
I've waited for 2 hours.
How did you get in? Get out!
No.
- I'll call the cops. - Shut up.
You'll kill me?
Me? Not necessarily.
But I have to.
Don't kid around.
I'm not kidding.
Don't move.
Who are you?
Nobody. I'm paid to do this.
You won't shoot.
I will.
They'll hear you. They'll find you.
Beautiful, huh?
No one will hear it.
An easy job.
Go, sit down.
Don't get nervous. It won't hurt.
You won't even feel it.
A split second.
A peaceful death, in comparison.
I've waited for 2 hours.
I thought I was mistaken.
But I saw your family picture.
Very charming.
I sat down and started to get nervous.
Sit down.
I hate your face.
What a look!
I'm gonna kill you.
What a shame!
Don't do it.
What?
Don't do it.
Louder.
For God's sake!
For who?
God. You said God.
God won't let you.
- Oh, no? - No.
We'll see.
He'll punish you.
Yeah? How?
He will.
Oh, come on.
Freeze.
I've been drinking.
He'll punish me.
He won't let me do it.
But I must, I'm paid for that.
You know by who, and you know the business.
If I don't, I don't get paid.
I'll pay you...
Shut up.
I shouldn't kill you for God's sake, right?
Okay.
Call God and let him save you.
- You believe in God? - Yes. So do you.
If he avoids my killing you, then I'll believe in him.
You've got 5 minutes.
- Is that enough? - For what?
Don't you get it? To call God.
To save you...
so that I can believe in him.
Five minutes. Let's see who wins.
If he comes, you win. I won't kill you.
If he doesn't come, then I win...
and I'll kill you.
No...
No, what?
Please, please...
One, two, three. Now!
Countdown.
Go on, call him.
You're wasting time.
- I said call him! - God! Oh, my God!
Finally! Four minutes.
Try again. He may not have heard you.
Are you calling God or yelling?
Please... Please...
3 minutes, 50 seconds.
Listen, I could, I could...
Concentrate on calling God.
Don't talk to me.
I can't do anything. Only He can stop me.
3 minutes, 30 seconds.
Our Father who art in Heaven...
That's much better. Praying is a very good start.
I prayed as a kid, but nothing.
I never got to see him.
3 minutes, 10 seconds.
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done...
on earth...
That stinks!
How disgusting! You've shit!
2 minutes, 40 seconds.
If he were to see you all full of shit...
what then?
No!
2 minutes, 30 seconds, the equator.
Listen to me. I have a family...
- 2 minutes, 20 seconds. - Didn't you hear me?
Not to me! It's God you should talk to!
Listen to me! I've got a family!
Two minutes.
Just 2 minutes.
Think about my family.
My kids, wife, friends. They all love me.
You can't kill me and...
then go back home, as if nothing had happened.
Imagine my children knowing I was murdered.
That would kill them.
My children are my life.
They're young and have a life ahead of them.
I love my wife.
She's charming, loving...
unaware of the problems I have with your bosses.
Imagine the rage and pain of my children when they...
find out they'll have to bear this murder all their lives...
with their sadness...
having to leave home and the country to forget...
so that nothing reminds them of me.
Imagine them at my funeral...
with my coffin...
in front of the altar, with them still crying...
my death, a murder committed for a few miserable bucks.
You'll see the repulsion and pain...
of my entire family.
They will curse you...
cry for me and frame all my pictures...
and save keepsakes that once bound me to them.
Because they'll never stop loving or missing me.
I can't look at you.
Don't kill me. I still have time left.
You can't kill me after hearing these words of pain.
Perhaps it's not me talking.
No one in this situation could talk like that.
Haven't you realized? It is Him who is talking.
You don't...
realize that now I'm not me. God is me and I am God.
He lives in me and is warning you.
It is God who is talking through my words.
Look at your watch.
I've got 10 seconds left.
Liar.
NOT TO DIE
2 minutes, 30 seconds, the equator.
Listen to me.
Have you got a family?
2 minutes, 20 seconds.
Listen to me.
Don't talk to me. Not to me. Talk to God.
Listen to me.
You have a family.
2 minutes.
Only 2 minutes left.
Think about your family for a moment.
Your kids, wife and friends, they don't...
know you.
You can't kill me and...
go home as if nothing had happened.
Imagine when your children find out:
An assassin.
If you kill me...
you kill your children.
I'm sure your children mean everything to you.
They have a whole life ahead of them.
You love your wife as well.
She's loving and is unaware of the monster within you.
They'll catch you.
Look at the faces of those who adore you...
their rage and pain when knowing the truth.
They'll have to hide their shame all their lives.
They'll leave the country to forget...
and not remember you ever.
Look at the their faces in court...
when you're tried for my murder, and other ones.
Watch them restrain their tears and revolution...
when they hear the atrocities you've committed for money.
The repulsion and deep hate...
of your loving family.
They'll disown you, tear your pictures up...
and burn the keepsakes that bound you to them.
Because they'll not only hate you, but also forget you.
Look at me.
I won't die.
My time's over.
Don't you realize I'm not the one who is talking?
You can't kill me because you'll never forget this.
No one in this situation could talk like that.
Haven't you realized it is Him who is talking?
That I have changed?
Who am I now?
You know that quite well.
I'm God and have arrived in time to warn you.
You heard me.
Look at your watch. My time was up over 10 seconds ago.
I'm still here.
Police?
A sadist...
a sadist in my house.
Yes... Calling cars 1116 and 1143.
We've received a strange call.
A man says there's an assassin in his house.
It's all a bit weird.
He's nervous.
He says the guy is a dangerous sadist.
Approach them with caution.
We may have to arrest the caller. He may be drunk or...
is playing a practical joke.
Lights.
Another lunatic. Won't we ever get a real case?
Siren.
- Siren! - It's on...
- I can't hear it. - It's on.
- You hear it? - It must be damaged.
What? That's impossible.
It's on.
Besides being listless, you're clumsy.
Hit the brakes!
Shame it's not an emergency.
I love to jump red lights when someone needs us.
It's in your blood.
- What is? - Anxiety.
You want us to crash?
Hit the brakes!
It's red!
- No it's not. - You're not looking.
Don't worry.
Hit the brakes!
- Shut up. - Don't go over 70.
- Don't worry, I won't. - It's red!
Don't worry.
Don't move, please. Don't move.
Look what you've done!
- Don't yell! - Call an ambulance!
- Is he hurt? - You bastards!
Don't move, nor remove your helmet.
Help me, God damn it! It hurts!
- Call an ambulance. - An ambulance?
He's all right!
Shit, are you guys crazy, or what?
And you guys are cops! Aren't you ashamed?
You're pissing me off! What the hell have you done?
My scooter! Who'll pay for that?
You guys in uniform can jump red lights, right?
But we can't!
Can I fine you guys?
Sons of a bitch!
That lunatic is insulting us.
Will you shut up?
Sure, leave me here, you bastards!
If he keeps on insulting us, I'll run him in.
You've broken my leg, you idiot.
Run me in. I'll tell your superior...
how a son of a bitch in uniform jumped a red light...
and busted my legs.
He exaggerates.
- Please, calm down. - Don't you touch me...
My leg...
And my neck...
- What are you doing? - What?
He's about to pass out.
- Listen. - What?
- What if...? - What?
- What can happen? - They won't torture you...
nor bust your legs. But I don't care.
Shit, shit, shit!
Please, some water. I'm thirsty.
My wallet... My name is...
My legs hurt a lot...
Give me a hand, God damn it!
Call an ambulance, now!
I can't. I don't want this to go on my record!
Here's my wallet. It's got phone numbers...
Call my mother...
Calling 1116...
1116... Where the hell are you?
Car 1143 is at the house.
They arrested the intruder.
They need backup.
The owner is in shock.
Calling car 1116, 1116!
1116, why the hell haven't you gotten there yet?
1116 here. We're with a motorcycle driver who...
jumped a red light and hit us.
We need an ambulance.
I'll tell the truth...
you idiot.
Where is Papa?
And Mama?
Why have you got a snake in your hand, Papa?
I'm afraid of snakes.
Why am I a crazy old lady, Mama?
Why am I a lizard?
Is anyone there?
Who gave you this number, my lying cousin?
It's nothing serious.
It's not serious?
This is a fine time to call...
officer "whatever your name is"?
He's my son, but why should he give you my number?
He had an accident.
What? When?
Put him on.
He's in hospital.
My God! How did it happened?
I told him...
he could get hurt with that scooter.
He's so unaffectionate, mister policeman.
He hasn't visited his mother in 3 months.
Today is a fateful day.
He needs me.
I'm alone, old, crazy and dirty.
I vomited and don't know what to do.
I'd kill myself if my boy didn't need me.
I have to see my boy, my little boy.
My boy, my boy, my little boy.
And a very kind colleague of yours, but not you...
told me he'd take me to the hospital. I should be admitted.
If you weren't driving me, I don't know what I'd do.
I can't even afford to take a taxi.
Good evening.
- Hello. - Hello.
A little injection.
What luck!
What?
Nothing.
Don't I get one?
No. You get two pills, that's all.
Relax...
it's a sedative.
To make you relax.
Me too.
Your pills are sedatives too.
- Your grandmother? - My mother.
- She's asleep. - She should go...
- I'll wake her. - She'll want to stay.
She thinks I'm 5.
She can at least scratch your back.
She doesn't do that.
Oh, no?
The pills.
- My back itches. - Good mood.
- You think so? - Yes.
My leg itches.
5 more days and it won't itch. It'll sting.
Thanks a lot.
Sure.
- Well? - Well, what?
I haven't got all night.
- What do you mean? - Your pills.
That's not enough. I've got a fever.
The doctor said something about pulmonary complications.
- And I'm nervous. - Why?
- You should know. - I don't.
- All that racket... - Racket?
I've been here alone for so long...
Everyone likes to have a little company.
You mean me?
- No. - Yes, more or less.
- Go on, take your pills. - I need an injection.
- My back itches. - You wouldn't talk so.
- Well? - Be quiet.
- Mama. - What?
I'm sorry.
Take them.
- Take my temperature. - You're a bit...
- What? - Of a pain.
You laugh?
No.
I'm sorry, I'm a bit nervous.
Here, nobody pays any attention to you.
What happened to you?
Rolling down a normal flight of stairs.
And you?
A police car ran me down. It was their fault.
That's a good one!
That's not embarrassing.
What?
It's not embarrassing.
No, it pisses me off.
You're lucky.
Indignation is much healthier than embarrassment.
Ah... Sure...
- Good evening. - Good evening.
- May I? - Yes.
Speaking of the devil...
You want to apologize?
Your operation?
I would have been better off without it.
Nor the accident.
Sure.
Well?
You okay?
Yeah.
I'm glad.
No flowers?
No.
Chocolate?
No.
How do you expect to bribe me?
I'm not going to.
Sure.
Really.
Yeah. Mama!
- Wake up. - What?
This is the broad that ran me down and...
almost killed me.
Isn't my son a darling?
I'll lose count.
I wanted to know how your operation went...
that's all.
You already asked.
Are you okay?
Make any difference?
Yes.
For legal reasons.
No, it's not that at all.
Well, yes, I'm fine. And you?
Yeah, I'm fine. Fine.
I must go.
In a hurry?
Yes, a bit.
- Well, I'll see you. - Yeah.
Here's my card.
Call me when...
you get out.
I owe you...
- I may come back tomorrow. - Don't forget the chocolate.
Yeah, sure.
Good night. Excuse me.
Why'd she come?
That stupid broad? To bribe me.
She's a cop?
Yeah.
She doesn't look like it, being so fragile.
You should have seen.
There's no fever. Good night. Sleep well.
Good night.
- Your mother... - Don't wake her.
If I tell her to go, she'll make a scene.
If you need anything, ring the bell.
Wait.
What?
I had to tell you something, but I've forgotten.
Ah, yes!
It's nothing.
Why are you so... dry.
Oh, man!
Dry?
Call me when you get out and I'll tell you why.
I was gonna say "fat" but I said "dry".
They all want a date when we get out.
She says I have no fever, but I do.
My foot's swollen.
My leg hurts, the cast stings.
I fell worse than ever.
You don't like hospitals?
Do you?
I like to have people look after me.
But the pins...
Feel them?
Not much.
After the sedatives.
If you want, I can have them change my room.
Why?
Didn't you tell her...?
What?
Nothing.
Good night.
You can turn the TV on.
Good night.
Does it bother you?
No.
What is it?
What's wrong?
Shit!
Why's it on the floor?
Mama! Mama! Shit!
Listen...
What is it?
Where's my poor boy?
I'm here, on the floor!
Oh, that hurts!
That hurts!
What are you doing there?
The button! Press the button!
What button?
Here!
The button!
Help! Is anyone there?
My baby's choking!
Help! Is anyone there?
Help!
What is it?
Come downstairs and help me, please!
I'm coming!
What is it?
My baby! My baby!
- Shall I call an ambulance? - No, no.
She's choking on her food!
- Haven't you done anything? - Me? What could I do?
You should have done this.
My God!
Respond.
- Help me. - Yes.
Get her feet.
Thank you.
At times, to help others, you have to get into deep shit.
Baby, are you all right?
Let her rest, don't move her.
Thank him, honey.
I have to go now.
How can I repay you, young man?
No way, and thank you for calling me "young man".
Stay a while.
No, I've got work to do.
I've got to correct exams all night long.
I thought you had moved. I was lucky to find you.
Luck? I don't believe in that...
nonsense.
Won't you stay a while?
You've exerted yourself for my daughter.
It was nothing. I'm still convalescing.
- I was in the hospital a month. - Why?
I fractured my thighbone and then...
had a pulmonary thrombosis.
- And now you exerted yourself! - Don't worry.
- By the way, the girl... - What?
Take care of her.
That's what I do every day.
- I know the way. - Bye, young man.
Not that young, lady.
Honey.
Don't do that ever again!
See what you've done? You acted like a retard.
You hurt me!
You know how you made me suffer?
Don't ever do that again or I'll have a heart attack.
On top of it all, you hit me!
What if I would have died?
Don't talk nonsense. No one dies of that nowadays.
You're always talking nonsense.
- Do you feel better now? - No.
Open up or I'll call the cops!
You could go to jail!
You hear?
Hear me, you shit-ass pusher? I don't care!
Even if you are my my brother, open up!
- Open up! - Shut up, bitch!
I'll open up, but don't yell. What do you want?
- I won't leave 'till you listen! - Leave me alone, you damned...
What's she doing here?
She must know the truth.
- Are you embarrassed? - No.
Hi, uncle.
That's enough! You lied and robbed us.
Get out of here.
You care about us.
Now I'm dead serious. We'll pay for your rehabilitation.
But you must consent.
Is that idea yours...
or the other bi... my other sister's?
Well?
Go to the police, if that's what you want.
So what.
I haven't had anything for a long time.
Don't make me laugh. Look at yourself.
Go on, look in the mirror!
Don't touch me!
- Look! - You hurt me!
What?
Nothing.
- What did she say? - What do you see?
Shit, you, me. Nothing.
Look, is that your face? No!
- That's not you! - Yes, I know that's me.
What good did philosophy do you? You're a loser.
Leave me alone!
It's my face.
And what does...
philosophy have to do with all this?
You're nuts.
Your sister too. Nuts.
You're reactionaries!
I hope the girl will be like her father because...
even if he's a stranger, he could never be worse than you.
We had high hopes for you.
Don't preach to me.
- Aren't you thirsty? - What?
Thirsty. Aren't you thirsty?
Want some whisky, boozer?
I do.
What are you looking at?
Come here, honey.
No.
What's wrong?
Are you afraid of me as well?
No.
Regardless of whatever your mother and aunt can say...
don't think I'm a monster, okay?
I don't.
Good.
Because monsters...
don't exist.
You don't know anything. I expect your call.
- Why? - To say yes.
Tomorrow, or tonight.
- Lf not, the police. - Bye, uncle.
Hurry!
- Was I okay? - Yes, but we have to hurry.
Hurry, I have to piss!
Come back! Come back! Where are you?
Come back!
How could I have been so dumb? Shit!
I've got nothing, little sisters. Nothing.
Son of a bitch! What do you want of me?
My whole body aches!
My whole body, bitch! But what would you know?
No, no... Call them.
Have them come and get me.
Have them come right now!
- Now? - Yes, now.
Now, shit!
Don't die.
That's why it's: "To Die or Not".
No.
- What? - No!
- What? - Don't tell me.
You'll guess?
- I don't want to know. - Why?
- I'm sorry to tell you. - What?
It's shit.
What?
Your script.
What? What do you mean?
How can you play around with life and death?
What?
I don't play.
You do.
I'm sorry. You disappointed me.
You were depressed, anguished.
I thought you'd...
write something worthwhile, intelligent, sensitive.
How can you treat death...
so frivolously?
Come to the hospital to see death and pain.
I'm sorry, but I fell a bit more sensitive today.
Yesterday came a completely...
devastated 25-year old.
He graduated from the University with honors.
He was on the verge...
of suicide.
What can we do?
What, according to you?
Talk to him from the grave...
through loudspeakers, and let him choose between...
living or giving him an overdose of heroine?
Kill him so he can be a hero?
Have a little more sensitivity. He's...
a person.
Care about people...
about their problems, and write a film about them...
about their wishes, frustrations, struggles and conflicts.
And forget about your petty trips and superficial judgements.
Get really involved and write a good script.
Perhaps that young man, with his withdrawal symptoms...
saved a child from choking to death...
a niece of his.
And, perhaps...
his sister...
saved someone before...
a motorcycle...
driver, by avoiding a traffic accident.
Stop! Stop! Stop!
And maybe he, the week before...
saved his mother by getting her to a hospital...
to get over her deep depression.
And maybe that woman...
a month before going to the hospital...
had yelled from the balcony of her house...
to save a neighbor from an assassin.
Help!
Who knows? People help each other.
And to doubt that is mean and despicable.
People always have to survive. That would be a good script.
Entitle it "To Live".
Not "To Die". Nobody wants that.
"To Live" is better. Well?
- Listen. - What?
- My chest... - What?
Is hurting me.
What?
- I can't breathe. - Need anything?
Water.
- I don't know. Listen... - What?
I can hardly see.
- My arm! - I'll call an ambulance.
No, no, no!
Hang on, darling. Hang on.
You must live.
That's most important.
Live, live, live.
The End
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