Sorrow fills my heart
I know you no longer love me There's no point in going on
Live happily, my love
For the love you gave me will always be with me
Sorrow fills my heart
Don't think I'm going to die because you stopped loving me
Barman, pour me one more drink, I'll pay
To ease this pain away
Live happily
In your world of make-believe
Think no more
Of your love and your betrayal
Sorrow fills my heart
Don't think I'm going to die because you stopped loving me
Barman, pour me four more drinks, I'll pay
To ease this pain away
Ivan and I moved here a few months ago.
The world around me was falling apart,
and I wanted to save it and save myself.
I felt like Noah.
In the coop on my terrace, I wanted to save a pair of each species.
Anyway, I couldn't save the pair that mattered to me most. Ivan and me.
Pepa, my darling, I never want to hear you say "I'm unhappy". Ivan.
Life without you has no meaning.
Will you marry me?
1001 nights wouldn't be enough.
I can't live without you.
I love you, I want you, I need you.
That night in the jungle was wonderful.
Why don't we get married again?
You're the geisha of my life. Sayonara.
I don't care about success, if you are by my side.
I'm willing to accept you as you are.
My dear, some things are unmistakably American.
I'm at your disposal.
- I accept you the way you are, darling. - Great.
How many men have you had to forget?
Say something nice.
Lie. Say you've always been waiting for me. Say it.
Say you would have died if I hadn't come back.
Say you still love me as much as I love you.
Thanks.
Thanks a lot.
Put me through to these two numbers.
Well, first one and then the other, OK?
Pepa.
Pepa? Darling, did you oversleep? I'm in a hurry, so we started without you.
Listen, pack my stuff in a suitcase. I'm going on a trip tomorrow.
I'll stop by to pick it up and say goodbye. But I'll call you first.
If you don't want to see me, just leave it with the caretaker.
Thanks for being so understanding the other day. I didn't deserve it.
OK, honey, I'll give you a call.
Ivan?
EXA, hello?
- Is lvan there? - No.
- He just called me. - He just left, love.
But your manager is here and he's furious cos you're late.
I'll pass you over to him.
Yes?
Sorry, Germán. I couldn't sleep last night so I took a pill.
It's OK. We've just done lvan's dialogue. Just get over here.
I'll be right there. But I have to pick up my test results on the way.
OK, but make it quick. Bye.
Some people have all the luck. I'll call your taxi now.
Who wanted a taxi?
Will whoever wanted a cab, come to the switchboard, please?
Look after yourself, and don't smoke.
- Eat properly. Otherwise, don't worry. - OK.
Mr Salcedo, please pick up the phone.
- About time. Studio 7. - Has lvan called again?
- No. Forget him, girl. - I'm trying to.
But give me time, if you don't mind. And turn the Tannoy off.
Hey, give me that bit of paper. Give me that bit of paper.
- Sorry, guys. - When you're ready.
Arturo, do you take Eugenia to be your wife
and promise to be faithful, for better, for worse,
in sickness and in health, every day of your life? Hey?
Yes. I... I think I do.
- And you, Eugenia. Eugenia! - Yes, Father.
- Do you take Arturo to be your husband? - Of course. You bet I do.
What God hath joined together let no man put asunder.
Can we kiss yet, Father?
- Trust no man, my child. - Not even my husband?
No. Here. You can't be too careful.
That's it. We'll check it later. Roll it.
- You can start rehearsing. - Thanks.
- Here, drink this. - I'm not thirsty.
- It'll help you sleep. - I tried. It didn't help.
- How many men have you had to forget? - As many as the women you remember.
- Don't go. - I haven't moved.
- Say something nice. - What do you want me to say?
Lie. Say you've always been waiting for me. Say it.
I've been waiting for you all these years.
Say you would have died if I hadn't come back.
I'd be dead if you hadn't come back.
Say you still love me as much as I love you.
- I still love you as much as you love me. - Thanks. Thanks a lot.
Pepa, are you OK?
Yes, yes, I'm fine.
I'll just go to the bathroom.
- Hi. - Hi. Just a little coffee.
- You've got some nerve, Pepa! - Put me through to this number, please.
- You have no right to do this. - Just dial the number.
- You're making a fool of yourself. - Once more won't make any difference.
- Have you been crying? - Yes.
You see? I knew it, Pepa.
Put me through or I'll go to a payphone. They're waiting in the studio.
Oh, yes, yes. Sorry. That's what yours truly is here for. My coffee can wait.
I've had enough breakfasts in the last few years.
Her number first. Oh, yes. She'll never learn. She won't. Not her.
She doesn't understand things. Not like some of us. Her? Not her.
- Hello? Who is it? - Pepa Marcos. Is lvan there?
No.
- Sorry to bother you. - You will be sorry!
- I need to speak to him urgently. - How dare you call here?
Please don't yell at me. I just fainted.
I don't care if you drop dead.
Don't worry. Ivan and I are finished.
- Piss off! - Piss off yourself!
Just tell him to call me.
Pepa, darling, sorry. I didn't know you'd fainted. Poor thing.
This is the last straw! Don't make excuses for her!
- Mum? - Yes?
- We need to talk. - Not now. I'm doing my eyeliner
- And you make me jumpy. - OK. Later, then?
Later... later...
- What's wrong? - That bitch of lvan's had the nerve to call.
Ivan should be more discreet and not give out this number.
- Why didn't I get rid of these? - Dad wouldn't let you.
Give them to me. I could sell them in the shop.
I like wearing them. They make me feel as if time has stood still.
Well, I'm sorry to tell you it hasn't.
Don't be rude, Carmen. Let her wear what she wants.
Go on, humour her. Then she'll never recover.
Let me help you.
- Hold it for me. - Let's see. Like this?
- Do you like it? - You look gorgeous!
You're a great liar, Dad. That's why I love you.
Do you think it's too dark?
- No. - Neither do I.
Good afternoon. Am I interrupting?
No, no. How are you?
- OK. - How's the penthouse? Are you happy?
- It's great. But I want to sublet it. - We'll get a good price for it.
Good. But I want to rent one too.
- Can I make a call? - Yes.
I've been out all day.
- What kind of flat? - With a big terrace. Not as big, though.
- Yours is 7 Montalbán, right? - Yes. Seventh floor.
2,000 square feet including the terrace.
Your model was a success. Everybody asks me about it.
- It came out really well. - The bastard hasn't called.
- How much? - 200 pesetas.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Is Isabel here? - Yes, but she's busy.
- Can I help? - I need to see her.
- Hang on. - OK.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Pepa, do you want to try a facial too? - Not today. I'm in a hurry.
Come on, it's free. We're having a demonstration.
What I need is Morphidal.
- I've run out. - Do you have the prescription?
No. I'll bring it in later or tomorrow. I can't sleep unless I take something.
- OK. - Thanks.
- She's not much to look at in real life. - She's skinnier than on TV.
Pepa, honey, are you there? No?
- I'll start to worry if I can't reach you. - Tell me about it.
I'm not having much luck with you today.
- Anyway... - What?
I get the feeling you're avoiding me, and I can't blame you.
- You're such a fake. - I'll try again later.
- Yeah. - I might have more luck.
- I really want to talk to you. I miss you. - Yeah, right.
OK, sweetheart. Bye.
Shit.
Pepa, it's Juan, from the estate agent's.
I'm sending a couple to see the penthouse tomorrow.
Try to be there in the morning. Thank you.
I'm sick of being good.
I shouldn't smoke.
I'm finally getting rid of these stupid clogs!
And this flower. It's so vulgar!
And who would think of giving a duck as a gift?
Only you. But now I'm getting rid of everything.
"Something's happened that concerns both of us."
"We must talk about it before you leave."
Follow that cab!
I thought this only happened in films.
NEWSPAPERS FOR SALE
WELCOME TO MAMBO TAXI
MAGAZINES FOR HIRE
Help yourself. It's on the house.
Thanks. Just don't let that cab out of your sight.
Don't worry. Everything's under control.
- Does the mambo bother you? - No.
I've got everything. Heavy metal, rock, soul, cumbias, sevillanas.
Salsa, techno-pop, jotas, you name it.
- I can turn off the mambo. - I love mambo.
Well, mambo is what goes best with the vibe in here.
You're that TV actress. The murderer's mother!
- It's hilarious! - Yeah.
Would you mind giving me your autograph?
- Not at all. - It's for my girlfriend.
- Put something personal. - What's her name?
Azucena.
THANK YOU FOR SMOKING
- I think they've stopped. - What's the address?
38 Almagro. But I don't know which floor.
She waved at us.
- She's seen us. - Who cares?
- Where to now? - 7 Montalbán. Thank you.
Girls! Here's your lover for the night.
I hope you have more luck than me.
Easy! This is for the food, and you can use this perch, too.
You can use it, too, and shit as much as you like.
You! Jump on here! Jump!
She won't jump. She loathes jumping.
Well, back to waiting, then.
38 Almagro.
Almagro... Almagro.
31 , 32, 33, 34, 35... 38.
410 0430.
Of course. It's the one who swore at me this morning.
Hello!
I'm the mother of the infamous "Cuatro Caminos killer".
When my son comes home after one of his famous crimes,
his clothes are in a terrible state!
Where are the clothes your son was wearing?
At the time of the murder.
They're right here. Aren't they lovely?
- Not a trace of blood. - Or guts.
Unbelievable.
Ecce Omo. It's unbelievable.
A group of armed Shiites was captured in Madrid today,
according to police sources.
A spokesman for the Shiite community in Madrid
said the commando group acted independently
and had no links whatsoever with the Shiite community.
The same police sources will provide further information
in the next few hours, once they've finished their interrogations.
Oh, my portfolio!
Ivan, I need to speak to you urgently.
Leave me a message saying where and when.
I'm going out to look for you now. Bye.
- Hello? - Pepa? It's Candela. I need to see you.
- I'm going out right now. Call me later. - I'm in a right mess.
So am I. Goodbye.
Pepa! Pepa, please! I need you.
Pepa!
Going where? With your father, right?
- I'm not going with Dad... - Go! You traitor!
My God! A son who's just like his father.
Don't even mention his name. I don't want to know...
I wish I'd never met him...
- Pepa, it's me. - What a pain!
Pepa, pick up. I know you're there.
Pepa, I'm in big trouble.
"From your father, who doesn't deserve you. Ivan."
Ivan?
- What are you doing? - Making a call.
- Go on, then! - Yes.
It's scandalous. Your mother is such an embarrassment.
And that slut in the window. Some street!
- Weren't you making a call? - Yes.
What are you waiting for? What a nerve! Grab everything. Let's go.
"Something's happened that concerns both of us."
"We must talk about it before you leave. Pepa."
Throw that away!
Please, God, let him have called.
Pepa, it's 5am. I'm across the street and you're not there.
I'm up and down all the time and...
I can't leave you a message because...
- She's such a pain! - Let me tell you something, Pepa. I...
I just don't understand...
If I'm in trouble...
You'll have this on your conscience for the rest of your life.
- Oh, it's you. - I've been calling you.
- I know. You're a pain. - Don't say that or I'll leave.
Come in.
- I've been out all night. - So have I.
- Then we could do with some coffee. - Going away?
- It's lvan's. He's leaving me. - Fine mess we're both in.
- I've been through hell since we last met. - Me too.
- Have you been away? - No. I couldn't tell you over the phone.
The phone. I just broke it!
- Damn. I have to call an engineer. - But, Pepa, can I stay here?
- Yes, yes. - I'm in such a mess, Pepa!
Tell me in a minute. Make some coffee. You're a pain today.
- Pepa! - What?
Don't call me a pain. I'm very emotional.
My God.
This looks like an act of terrorism.
There's the phone.
What a mess. This is all a bit strange.
The police! I've had it!
- Good morning... - Open up! We know you're there.
- What do you want? - We've come to see the flat.
- Which flat? - This one.
- What for? - To rent it. What else?
- The Urbis estate agency sent us. - In that case...
Come in. I don't live here. The owner's just popped out.
- Carlos. - Yes, dear.
- I don't like it. It's too high. - Of course, dear. It's a penthouse.
- It must cost a fortune. - A huge fortune.
- The location is great. - I want a house, and this is not a house.
- The girl's right. You should... - Don't humour me. And don't call me girl.
Carlos?
- Yes, dear? - What about this? You find this great too?
Fuck me!
God! What's Pepa like?
Let's go, please. Let's go. Carlos! Carlos!
Leave that alone. You're a policeman, right?
- Carlos, a policeman? That's ridiculous. - I'm not a policeman.
- Isn't that your dad? - Yes.
Nice people like you don't touch what isn't theirs.
- Shut up! Why is his photo here? - I don't know.
- And her? Do you know her? - That's Pepa. Who else?
- Do you know Pepa? - Not personally.
Well, here I am.
Do you know who I am?
- Pepa, have you seen the bed? - I think so, madam.
- Do you know who I am? - I've known since last night.
And I could be your stepmother, but don't call me madam.
- Ivan sent you for his suitcase. - No, we're looking for a flat.
What a coincidence! I'm so pleased to meet you.
Even in these circumstances.
- This is Marisa. - Who?
- Me. - Nice to meet you.
- We're getting married. - Very nice.
- I'm Pepa, his father's ex-lover. - We need to talk, Pepa.
- This is Candela, a friend. - Nice to meet you.
- Please, Carlos. - Excuse the mess. It's been hectic lately.
- Give me that. Can you fix a phone? - I... I can try.
Come with me.
It's not working, and I'm expecting a call from your father.
- Oh, yes? - Candela, bring some coffee.
- No, thanks. We're in a hurry. - Yeah, let them go.
- Don't be rude. They're very welcome. - But we need to talk.
- It can't be that urgent. - It is.
- Have you got any tools? - In the kitchen. I'll get them.
Is this really the time to fix phones?
And that woman, don't you recognise her? Well, I do.
- She was at the payphone last night. - Really? I didn't realise.
- Here. - Pepa, if you don't want me here, say so.
Who says I don't want you here?
I just found out that the man I've been living with has a son. And he's here.
- He should come first. - But I'm in deep trouble.
We'll discuss it in a minute.
- When you're ready to go, let me know. - This won't take long.
Here they are.
Where's lvan?
- I don't know. - Why doesn't he call? I need to see him.
- I hardly ever see him. - Don't you lie to me as well.
He's going on a trip with your mum.
My mum? But she thinks he's leaving with you!
So he's going with another woman?
Of course. That's why he didn't spend the night at the studio.
- How do you know? - Because I've been watching all night.
- You must think I'm mad. - A bit tense, but if you haven't slept...
- Not one bit. - Did he never tell you he had a son?
Never. I had no idea. With your father it's impossible to know anything.
I always find out by chance. Like last night.
The suitcase falls, it opens, and I see your picture:
"Your father, lvan, who doesn't deserve you." That's how I found out.
He never says anything. Never admits to anything.
Never complains about anything.
Do you think I didn't know he was cheating on me?
Of course I did. But I put up with it.
I tried to speak to him in a civilised fashion. But it didn't work.
Then I asked him not to lie to me,
to tell me if he ever stopped loving me.
A week ago I managed to make him admit... that he didn't love me.
It was a tough job.
Thanks for listening to me.
- Your father wouldn't have. - That's OK.
You don't know what it's like waiting for a call.
You want to strangle yourself with the cord.
- That's why I ripped the phone out. - Better than killing yourself.
Your friend's going to jump.
She's jumping!
She jumped!
- Help! - Carlos, be careful.
Pepa! Don't let go!
Pepa! Oh, my God! I'm finished!
- That's it. - Pull.
Pepa, don't let go of me!
Get off the ledge! You could have killed yourself!
- That's what I wanted. - Go in! Go in!
- I'm desperate. - So am I. But I don't jump off terraces!
Young people don't know how to fight for what they want.
You think life is all pleasure. Well, it isn't.
You have to suffer. A lot!
Please, Pepa. This is not the time.
You're right. Sorry, Candela. You scared the shit out of me.
- Ivan... - Yes?
I mean, Carlos... Get the tranquillisers from the kitchen.
OK.
- Pepa, I'm in a terrible mess. - I can imagine.
Carlos, do you love me?
This is not the time.
Tell me what's wrong.
I met this guy three months ago. We spent the weekend together.
When he left, I didn't know his name or anything.
But I was hooked. I couldn't think of anything else.
- What happened that weekend? - Nothing special.
We fucked nonstop.
It was... Look how I get.
- Goose pimples. - Oh, yes.
It was... like a revelation. Like making love for the first time. Just like that.
I loved it.
Sex means a lot at your age, unfortunately.
Terrorists, who live in constant danger,
give you much more of themselves than normal men.
I knew he'd be back and I'd do what he wanted.
- Did he come back? - Two weeks ago. With two other guys.
- Did you let them in? - What could I do? They were with him.
- That's taking advantage. - Wait, wait.
I noticed something weird, and he confessed that they were Shiite terrorists.
I was dumbstruck. I knew it could be dangerous, but I didn't think about it.
Then I found out they had weapons and that they were up to something.
I told him: "You should have told me about it."
And I saw that it was all a lie. He didn't love me. He was just using me.
Gazpacho!
- Didn't you call the police? - Delicious.
How could I? I was a hostage in my own house. I had to wait for them to go.
- Are they the ones arrested yesterday? - The ones on the news?
The very same. I got rid of their stuff and wiped the prints,
but under torture they might have given my address.
- Maybe they didn't. Terrorists are tough. - But if they did, the police'll be after me.
And you, too, for not reporting it.
In my house I collaborate with whoever I want.
I didn't know where to go. I can't go home after all this.
It's bad enough that I'm a model. What do you suggest?
You need a lawyer before the police find you.
I'll take care of it. You can't go out.
- You could go to Paulina Morales. - The feminist?
A feminist?
A woman is better. She'll treat it as a women's issue.
Give me the address after I've changed.
Why are men like that?
I really can't understand. This has put me off men and everything.
Just what I needed!
- Give me a hand. - What happened?
- Nothing. She fell asleep. - Just like that?
Yeah, just like that. The weirdest things happen just like that.
- You should know that, Candela. - That's true.
- But a minute ago... - A minute ago, what?
A minute ago she wanted to leave,
but you ignored her and she went to the kitchen, depressed.
And she drank some gazpacho.
- Is that why she fell asleep? - Yes.
The gazpacho was spiked with sleeping pills.
Pepa!
Sorry.
- Carlos, shall I call a doctor? - No!
- What kind of pills? - Morphidal.
- How many? - 25 or 30.
- My God. - At least she'll rest.
Why did you do that? You want to kill yourself too?
No. It was for your father.
He loves gazpacho.
I know it's no excuse.
But after waiting for hours, you lose your cool.
- That's what happened to me. - It can happen to anyone, Candela.
Don't jump to conclusions. I didn't want to kill him.
Just force him to stay.
I meant to throw it away, but when you came I forgot.
- I understand perfectly, Pepa. - Thanks.
- What's the lawyer's address? - 31 Castellana.
Do you mind staying while I'm gone? Too many women for such a big place.
- I'll stay as long as necessary. - Thanks. Will you fix the phone? You OK?
- A bit dazed. - You'll be fine.
- Don't let her near the terrace. Bye. - Don't worry, I won't.
Hi, Ana.
- Hi. - Look what I found. It fell from the sky.
- It's mine. Thanks, Chus. - It seemed strange. Just one?
- Yes. - Be more careful.
Ana was arguing with her boyfriend and it almost hit her. Be more careful!
- You again! - Hope you don't mind.
31 Castellana.
Nice to see you. My girlfriend loved your autograph.
When I tell her we met again, she'll think you and I are...
- Have you got eyedrops, by any chance? - No, sorry.
- We'll stop at a chemist's if you like. - No, it's OK.
What was I thinking of? I should have thought of that.
I'm so stupid!
It's working.
Stop thinking about them.
The Shiites are hijacking the 10pm flight to Stockholm
and taking it to Beirut, where a friend of theirs is in prison.
- But the flight'll be packed! - I know.
- We need to call the police. - What for? So that they can get me?
- They won't trace the call. I'll be quick. - Yeah, with your stutter.
Police. Hello?
The flight leaving tonight at 10pm for Stockholm
will be hijacked by Shiite terrorists, thank you.
Candela.
- Here we are. - Don't tell your girlfriend I cried.
- Don't worry. It'll just be between us. - Good.
- Here? - There, where it says "signature".
- Could I see Paulina Morales? - She's very busy. Impossible.
It's very urgent. It'll only take 10 minutes.
Ask her. I'm sure she'll see her.
- Come with me. - Thank you.
- Bye. - Bye.
Wait here, please.
Hello? OK, coming.
- May I use the phone? - OK.
- Hello? - Can I speak to Paulina?
Ivan?
I'm going insane.
"Stockholm."
- You can go in now. - Thank you.
- How dare you! - I was told to come in.
- Sorry. I'm in a hurry. - Don't worry. It won't take a minute.
- May I sit down? - Go ahead.
- What's the problem? - Well...
- A friend of mine is in trouble. - A friend...
She fell in love with a Shiite terrorist and got involved with him.
May I smoke? I'm dying to.
This shoe is hers.
He came back a week ago with two more Shiites.
That's three Shiites.
They moved into her place.
Now they've been arrested. She's scared of being accused of collaboration.
- So she needs a solicitor. - Oh, yes? Why me?
- Since you're a feminist... - So what?
- It's such a clear case of chauvinism... - I'm going on a trip.
I'll pass the case on to a colleague. But there isn't much we can do.
Your friend will have to turn herself in, go to jail, and let the courts decide.
- I don't understand. - Your friend has committed a crime.
Her only crime was to fall in love like an idiot, and to be scared.
- I would have done the same. - Of that I'm sure.
What? I can't believe this!
Let's be honest. Who are you crying over? Your friend?
- No. Not her. - You see?
- Could it be you who's been fooled? - Yes. I've been fooled too.
A terrorist.
You could call him that. But he's not a Shiite. He's from Madrid.
You've come to the wrong place. I'm not an agony aunt.
You're not a lawyer either. You're a bitch!
Get out of here or I'll call the police!
- Did you sort it out? - Yes, I feel much better now.
Good.
What's this doing here?
A young man brought it down. He said lvan would come for it.
If lvan wants it, he can come up for it!
- And show his face! - OK. I'll tell him.
- Do you need any help? - No, I don't need any help.
Pepa, I'm with you here in Madrid and that's all I need.
Ivan, I'm here with you and I'm very happy to see you write this. Pepa.
He called, didn't he?
- Yes, I answered the phone. - Well? Give me that.
- Sorry... I read the postcards. - I don't care. What did he say?
He wanted to come here, but since you know who I am,
- He's embarrassed to meet you. - How decent.
I don't want to see him either.
But if he wants his bloody suitcase, he'll have to come and get it.
- How are the girls? - No change.
- Where's Candela? - In your bedroom.
- Anything wrong? - Oh, no, no.
- Did you see the lawyer? - Yes. I'll tell you about it later.
- Do you mind me wearing your dress? - You can keep it. It looks better on you.
Don't lose it again. I don't have shoes your size.
- Did you see the lawyer? - Yes...
Get ready. We're going on a trip.
- Running from the law, like two fugitives. - Don't overdo it.
It's better if we get out of Madrid until all this cools down.
I need a holiday too.
I knew I'd end up in prison. And you, too, for being an accomplice.
Candela, please. Nothing's happened.
We'll come back in a week. You go to court with your lawyer,
tell the truth - Except for the fucking - and problem solved.
Really, Pepa, don't lie to me. You know how naive I can be.
The lawyer said not to worry. Just to stay in touch with her.
I'm causing you so much trouble. As if you didn't have enough on your plate.
Let's water the plants and check on the animals. Then we'll pack.
Dr José María Pardo.
Test results for Pepa Marcos.
Fuck!
- What shall we do with these two? - I don't know.
I wouldn't trust your stepson. He's been snooping around all day.
It's to be expected. But he won't find much now.
- Let me do that! You have a rest. - Why?
- Are you OK? - Yes.
Go on. You two clean the cage while I water the plants.
Poor plants. You're going to miss me.
You're depressed, aren't you?
No wonder. Just like me. But I'll take you with me when I move out.
I won't leave you here all alone. No way.
I wouldn't abandon you. No chance.
She won't wake up. Let's see.
No. Anyway, who cares?
Too bad for her.
Poor bunnies. Look, there's no water.
Pepa obviously has too much on her mind. Pour some water in here.
- You never had rabbits? - No.
I had lots back home. Lots. I know a lot about rabbits.
Listen, Carlos, I... Oh, look! They love their vegetables.
Carlos, I... Well, sorry I teased you about your stutter. Sometimes I'm a bit clumsy.
- Never mind. - But you went a bit too far.
You were out of order.
I know, because men have always taken advantage of me. I realised too late.
Had I realised earlier... To take a case in point, look at the Arab world,
how badly it's treated me. I didn't deserve that.
- Hello? - It's Lucía. I need to see you.
I can't. I'm going on a trip.
We need to talk before you leave. There's something that concerns both of us.
If you mean lvan, that thing does not concern me.
So why are you leaving with him?
You're dreaming. There's nothing between lvan and me. Except for the pain.
I'm coming to see you anyway. I know where you live.
Don't you dare! For two days everyone has been saying "no" to me.
Now it's my turn to say "no".
I must see lvan before he leaves.
Look somewhere else and leave me alone.
- My mum? - Yes.
- Don't be so hard on her. - You know the way she talks to me?
- She's not right in the head. - She's coming over.
- What will you say? - Don't know.
- She shouldn't see you. - What about me?
Make Marisa some coffee. And you come with me. We need to talk.
Paulina Morales was awful. We got into a fight.
- She won't defend Candela? - She's capable of turning her in!
- How do you know her? - She was Mum's lawyer.
No wonder your mother's not right in the head.
Ivan and Mum split up before I was born.
After I was born Mum went mad and she was put in a hospital.
I was brought up by my grandparents.
They wouldn't let lvan meet me.
You can look now.
Mum was released a year ago.
When she got out, she went back to lvan as if time had stood still.
- But he was with you. - Can you zip me up?
Yes.
So she sued him for millions, for all the years she'd been locked up.
- Paulina was her lawyer. - Your mum doesn't beat about the bush.
Paulina tried to sue lvan, but it didn't work.
What a mad story.
Mum hates me. I represent all the years she spent in hospital without him.
Well, I love you. You represent the only good thing lvan has done in his entire life.
- Oh, you're here. - I didn't want to interrupt.
- Where are you going? - Out. But I'll be right back.
- Don't mention Paulina. - What?
Nothing. Give Marisa some coffee. Wake her up.
- And if we can't? - Up to you. I was thinking of your mum.
- Besides, we're going on a trip. - What?
- We are. - Where?
- You don't need to know. - We're fugitives.
- Shut up. It's better if you don't know. - He knows everything already.
What shall I say if lvan calls?
Tell him... I don't expect anything from him.
That all I have left of him is this suitcase and I'm getting rid of it.
No. Better not to say anything.
Don't answer the phone. And don't open the door.
OK.
I'll be right back.
Carlos, I overheard about your mum. I'm very sorry.
You've got a thing about kissing everyone. Let's give Marisa her coffee.
- What's wrong? - Nothing. She's having fun.
- I've never seen her like this. - Don't wake her up. She's enjoying it.
Just look at her face. She's having a ball.
- You think so? - Yeah. Look at her face.
Oh, yes. Look at her lips. Look.
Hi. I'm here for the suitcase. Pepa said it would be with you.
How strange. A young man brought it down while Pepa was out.
When she came back and saw it here, she went wild.
- What did she do with it? - She took it back up.
Word for word, she said: "If he wants the suitcase, he can come up for it."
- "And show his face." - Really?
Word for word. She's upstairs now.
I can't go up now. Someone's waiting in the car.
She went up a while ago. She must have calmed down, though I can't be sure of it.
I'll be back tomorrow. Don't say I came.
Sorry, sir. I'm a Jehovah's Witness and my religion forbids me to lie.
I tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
- If she doesn't ask, don't tell her. - If she does, I'll have to. To the last detail.
I wish I could lie. But that's the problem with us Witnesses. We can't.
Otherwise, do you think I wouldn't?
Ivan, I need to speak to you urgently.
Leave me a message saying where and when.
Pepa, I can't pick up the suitcase.
I wanted to talk to you, but I see you don't want to.
I'll try again in a few days, when you calm down.
I want you to know that the years we spent together were the best of my life.
I'm not going on a trip, or with any women.
Bye, my love.
I wish you the best with all my heart.
Sorrow fills my heart
I know you no longer love me There's no point in going on
Live happily, my love
For the love you gave me will always be with me
Sorrow fills my heart...
What's he doing? Look at him. Scared stiff!
I'll show her who she's dealing with. I'll throw the book at you and your Shiites!
Ivan!
I'm not going on a trip, or with any women.
Bye, my love. I wish you the best...
Liar!
- It might be true. - He can't fool me with his voice.
I know all the intonations of his voice. We worked together for years.
This bloody thing. I can't stand it!
- What were you doing in that phone box? - The phone box?
- Fuck that bitch of a woman! - Paulina...
- What did you ever see in her? - Let's go and get your luggage.
- You did it again. - Forget it.
Calm down. Look at the windows!
The police!
- Calm down, Candela. Come here. - It's lvan. I knew he wasn't a coward.
It's your mother. Did you forget?
- Let's play. - I can't.
- Shall I get it? - Yes.
Read the instructions.
- Strategy... - Not out loud. Act normal.
- What are you doing here? Traitor! - I... I...
- Who is it, Carlos? - I don't know.
- The police. - It's the police.
What do they want?
- What do you... - No need to translate. We heard.
- Come on. - Yes.
Shut up or I'll slap you! Act normal!
Good evening.
- Is she with you? - No. We met in the lift.
What's wrong?
Nothing. Just discussing the lady's dress.
- It's so awful! - Candela, it's only a dress.
- But it's so awful! - She can wear what she wants.
Candela, stop behaving like a child in front of these gentlemen.
"I love you, I need you, I want you."
"Your lvan."
May I ask what brings you here?
A call was made from your phone regarding some terro...
- Sorry, you were saying? - Someone called from here
- About some Shiite terrorists. - See? I told you?
Those kids!
I'm afraid there's been a mistake. My phone's been out of order all day.
She just ripped it out. I spoke to her 20 minutes ago.
Ignore her. She's not all there. Out of curiosity, what are the charges?
None. We just want to know who called and how they got the information.
- Who ripped out the phone? - I did. This morning.
So nobody called from here this afternoon.
She's got the gift of the gab!
- Why did you rip it out? - I was waiting for a call.
- They didn't call and I got agitated. - Whose call? Lvan's?
- Yes. - Where is he?
Shut up. I ask the questions. I mean, we do.
- It's OK. Go on. Ask who lvan is. - Who's lvan?
The cause of all this chaos and the chaos your partner is about to find.
He's going to find Marisa. He is.
- Explain. - Do you mind if I take a seat?
If I have to open my heart to you, I'd rather be comfortable.
- I've had a tough day. - Very well. Are you comfortable?
I'd be more comfortable alone, playing Strategy with my friends.
- You can't always have what you want. - I agree.
All right, who is lvan?
He was my partner until last week. Before that he was with her.
He's my son's father.
- Him? - Yes.
- What's he doing here? - I'm letting the flat. He came to see it.
- I didn't know. - I get the feeling you're having me on.
You think I enjoy baring my soul to just anyone? I don't. This is humiliating.
- Mum, you give me the creeps. - Candela, get me a drink.
- Like what? - There's some gazpacho.
- Oh, yes! Gazpacho. - Let's go, Candela.
- Where are you going? - To get some gazpacho. Want some?
We're on duty, but it would be rude to refuse.
- Gazpacho for everyone. - OK.
- Is the girl on the terrace asleep? - Dead to the world.
She's Carlos's fiancée. She was tired and she took a nap. Shall I wake her up?
No, not yet.
Why don't you sit here and question me in comfort? I'm getting a stiff neck.
OK.
- We've got nothing anything against you. - That's nice. Thanks.
I don't mean to be inquisitive, but something weird's been going on.
A fire in your bedroom, a broken phone, the windows...
It's been weird, yes. I'd like to understand, too.
OK. Let's start from the beginning. Be clear and concise, please.
I don't know if I can. I'm too hurt to be clear, concise and fair.
- Words. - Just give me the facts.
OK. I lived here with lvan.
We loved each other. At least I loved him.
After months of ups and downs when I did everything to save our love,
we split up a week ago.
He called yesterday asking me to pack the rest of his stuff in a suitcase.
- He's off on a trip with another woman. - Did he say that?
Ivan can't travel on his own.
Remember, these are for the police. I'll put a bit more in them.
But don't overdo it.
This is too watery.
For goodness sake, Carlos. In front of your mother, the police, your fiancée.
Aren't you afraid?
- Go on, please. - I packed everything and went to work.
When I returned, I found the house like this.
Except for the phone, which I ripped out myself.
The suitcase was gone and the bed was burned.
Your friends are taking their time.
You go.
They must be snogging.
- They fancy each other. - And Marisa?
- She'll have to wise up. - He's just like his father.
Who could it be at this time?
- What? - Phone engineer. And you?
- Police. - Show your ID.
You too.
- All right. - Come in.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Did you call this morning? - Yes. Here's the phone. There's the plug.
I tell you, I called this number 20 minutes ago.
- Again! She's obsessed. - Not this phone.
Let's get to the point. Do you know any Shiite terrorists?
- The ones on TV? - Shut up! He's asking the lady.
I didn't know there were Shiite terrorists in Madrid.
- Gazpacho. - Do you know them?
- I don't. - I don't understand politics.
- Yeah, they were on the news today. - Will you shut up?
- Pepa, shall I turn the TV on? - I'm not interested in those Shiites.
Do you know them?
Why don't you leave us alone? We have important things to discuss.
- Men, right? - And what's more important?
Fine. Let's talk about men.
Do you think lvan is somehow involved with the terrorists?
- Relax. - Ivan?
I don't know. He's hidden so many things from me.
Can you give me his address? Or his phone number?
He doesn't have a phone and he's not at home. I told you - He's going off on a trip.
- He must be at the airport now. - At the airport?
Where's he going?
- Where's he going? - To Stockholm. Tonight.
With Paulina Morales!
- Stockholm! - Why didn't you say so before?
I've only just realised, by putting two and two together.
Now I understand it all. The phone call...
I've been such an idiot, Carlos. How could I not see?
Your lawyer played a perfect move.
And you didn't know the Shiites planned to hijack that flight?
- The Shiites? - Yes!
The whole country knows! It's on TV!
But one of you knew first.
I want to know who made that bloody call or I'll nick the lot of you!
So why aren't you at the airport?
There are more police there than passengers, rest assured.
What's wrong with me?
- If they don't talk, I'll take them away. - Boss, this gazpacho is spiked.
What's in the gazpacho?
Tomato, cucumber, peppers,
onion, a twist of garlic...
Oil, salt, vinegar, bread and water.
The secret is to mix it right.
Ivan loves the way I mix it. I made it for him.
- Do you collect weapons? - Don't come any closer.
Move over there. I wouldn't want to hurt the kids.
- Is it true lvan's leaving for Stockholm? - It's a gut feeling, but I'm almost sure.
What do you need to discuss with him so urgently?
Nothing. I just want to forget him now.
- And you should do the same. - I didn't remember him at the hospital.
But I didn't remember anything there.
Until one night I heard his voice when I was watching TV.
I didn't recognise his face, but I recognised his voice.
He was telling a woman that he loved her.
I felt a convulsion inside me.
I remembered all the times he'd said that to me.
I got my mind and my memory back.
From that moment on, I behaved as if I was better and they let me out.
- If you're better, stop aiming at me. - But I'm not better.
I pretended I was and they believed me.
Only killing him will make me forget him.
- How are you going to do that? - I'll go to the airport.
The airport is full of police. You heard them.
Never mind. I'll manage.
Now that you know everything, let's have a drink.
Drink!
You too.
My eyes!
She left the door open.
The door!
Hi, Pepa.
- Take me to the airport, please. - Sorry, I have a date.
- I said take me. - What are you doing?
- Aiming a gun at you. Let's go. - My girlfriend will be mad.
- Not as mad as me. Move! - All right!
Quick! To Stockholm!
Quick!
- How dare he? Right under my nose! - Taxi!
- Did you see that, Pepa? - Come on. Let's go after them!
- You again. What a stroke of luck! - We're made for each other!
- Who are we following today? - That bike!
- The Harley! - Oh, right.
- They're going to the airport. - How do you know?
Blow in my eyes. They sting like hell.
That woman is loopy and she's got a gun. I mean two.
- Why did she take my Ambite? - She's in a hurry to get to the airport.
Oh, eyedrops!
- Anything else? - No, you're wonderful.
Drive fast. We have to get there first. That woman is dangerous.
Women aren't dangerous if you know how to handle them.
There they are.
- Got 'em. - I can't see a thing.
She must have asked for a lift and he couldn't say no.
Ana, that woman has two guns and she's nuts!
Look at the state I'm in.
You think I do it to attract attention? No, it was her.
- She's capable of anything. - I warned him.
- No pussy but mine rides that bike! - Right.
He gets on my tits.
I'm gonna pull off a deal, get some dough and buy the bike from him.
And then beat it! If I've got a bike, what do I need a guy for?
It's easier to learn about bike mechanics than male psychology.
You can figure out a bike, but you can't figure out a man.
- Never. - Come on!
- She's grabbing his balls! - She doesn't want to fall off. If only!
Fresh out of the clinic and now she looks like a veteran biker!
Be careful, Ambite! She's crazy!
And she's got a gun! She's aiming at us!
Shut up, you noisy bitches!
- Get down, Ana! - You bitch! Leave my boyfriend alone!
They're getting away!
- Can't you go any faster? - Lady, this thing is a relic.
- Well, don't forget this relic! - OK, OK. Don't shoot.
- Don't you sell guns in this supermarket? - I don't need them.
- How the fuck do you defend yourself? - I avoid danger. I'm about to now.
Sorry, ladies. The chase is over.
Please take us. We need to get to the airport.
I'm a cab driver, not a bounty hunter.
I told you she was dangerous. He said he knew how to handle dangerous women.
Stop here.
Thanks.
- Flights to Stockholm? - International departures are down there.
Thank you.
Alitalia flight 355 to Milan is about to depart.
- Ivan, you're a wimp. - Yes, darling.
- Don't say "yes, darling". - But you're right.
Sometimes I wish I weren't right.
Ambite!
Take me to the López lbor clinic. That's where I live.
Pepa. Pepa!
Lucía.
Pepa.
- Are you OK? - Get off me.
You saved my life, darling.
Don't worry. I don't want anything in return.
Just one thing. Ask her to leave.
Go away!
Pepa, I'm ashamed.
I've treated you so badly. You don't know how sorry I am.
All I wanted was to talk to you. I've waited for two days and two nights.
I looked for you all over, left messages everywhere.
We can talk tonight. The trip to Stockholm can wait.
- No. It's too late. - Don't be bitter.
I'll change the tickets and we'll have a drink.
No. Yesterday, this morning, this afternoon, it would have been possible.
But it's too late now. Two hours too late.
Then why did you come here if you didn't want to talk to me?
I found out that Lucía was going to kill you... and I followed her to stop her.
Since you're safe... I'm leaving.
Goodbye.
Ivan.
Home at last!
The visitors are comfortable.
And the kids?
Candela has such a capacity for recuperation.
I hope she has more luck than she had with the Shiites.
What a mess! I'll call the cleaner first thing in the morning.
I'd better put my shoes on. I don't want to get cut.
Although I wonder which is better,
slipping on gazpacho or cutting myself with glass.
The engineer is adorable. But I'd better save him for Marisa, poor thing.
- Hi. - I must have fallen asleep.
- How do you feel? - Like a new woman. And you?
- You look terrible. - I... I'm going to have a baby.
- I didn't know! - You're the first to know.
Congratulations! Sit here. You'll feel better.
I'll explain everything tomorrow. Sit down.
You've just woken up, but I haven't slept in two nights.
I don't think I'm going to sublet it. I love the views.
Yes. I must admit it's gorgeous.
- How long have I been asleep? - Hours.
You have fantastic skin.
- You know, I had a dream. - A nice one?
I don't know. I think so.
When I walked in here, I was a virgin. But I feel as though I'm not any more.
- Don't tell me one of them... - No! It was in my dream.
How nice! Now you mention it, you've lost that hard look that virgins have.
Virgins are very unpleasant.
THE END
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