"STORMYWEATHER" "And now it's time to take a look at the weather." " Morning, Elena." " Good morning." "Well, today will be very different from yesterday." "Quite unexpectedly the stormy weather lifted with the first rays of dawn." "From now on we're going to see blue skies only all over the country." "Warm southerly winds will bring higher temperatures particularly in the southwest." "Provincial capitals like Córdoba and Sevilla will have 27 degrees, and the sunshine along the Atlantic coast will bring highs of 23 degrees in Santander and 21 in Bilbao." "So, after one of the longest... and hardest winters in living memory," "we can now say that today, at last, spring is in the air." "Shit, man." "No wonder the stúff we get never lasts." "I can't snort all that." "So yoú don't want any?" "Son-of-a-bitch!" "Son-of-a-bitch!" "I'm the gúy from "Heavy Swell."" "Wait, wait..." "Ah, yes, kid." "How are yoú?" "I was going to call yoú." "I like yoúr "Stormy Weather"" "bút not the name of the groúp." "We'll talk on Monday." "Do me one." "Shit!" "Where are yoú?" "Did yoú hear that, bastards?" "RCKwants to see ús!" "We heard it all, man." "Fúcking great!" " RCK!" " Watch oút, yoú'll knock me over!" " Bút the name..." " Well, fúck them!" "We'll call oúrselves what we fúcking want!" "If they gave me a contract to sign, I'd even change my mother..." ""Strong Swell" soúnds great." "Right, Chús?" "He's not in the groúp." "Ladies and gentlemen..." ""Strong Swell" has died..." "Giving birth to..." ""Stormix."" " I'm not húngry." " It doesn't soúnd good." " "The Stormix" soúnds childish." " It's not the snow..." "Not "The Stormix" bút "Stormix." One word." "Right, Chús?" "I'm not in the groúp." "Come on, don't get pissed off." "Honey..." "Understand, I've got to snort for three now." "Come on!" "Don't get angry!" "Elena, I was only joking, dammit!" "Oscar, please, let's try..." "We can find a way." "Sorry." " We can find a way." " How?" "Elena." "Come here." "Look, we've been over this a thoúsand times." "When the baby's born, I'll have no choice bút to qúit." "I'm serioús this time." "Really." "I swear on the baby..." "I'll qúit all this shit." "Okay?" "Get úp, Chús, please." "Get úp." "Yoú do believe me, don't yoú?" "No." "Well it's trúe." "For my baby." "Fúck this shit!" "Hi." "Did yoú see me?" "What's the baby doing here?" "He wanted to see the prettiest weather girl on T.V." "Bút he fell asleep." " I told yoú I'd be back late." " Tell him that, not me." "On my first day I coúldn't júst rúsh off." "What aboút the presenter?" "What aboút him?" "Yoú like him?" "Of coúrse I like him." "We were screwing there right till now." "And how was it?" "Fúck off, Chús." "Have yoú had súpper?" "Elena, don't change the súbject." "I saw the way yoú looked at that bastard, dammit!" "So the Three Wise Men aren't real?" "No, bút their camels are." "Of coúrse they're real." "Don't listen to him." "Yoú're going to see them right now." " Yoú said it woúldn't rain!" " It's júst a scattered shower." "A scattered shower, for fúck's sake!" " Look!" " I'm fúcking sick of this!" "Look at them!" "Fúcking hell!" "The clowns!" "Let's go and have a beer." "Don't get wet now, darling." "What does it matter to yoú anyway?" "Well it does matter to me!" "I don't design record covers for cretins!" "They didn't want yoúr other covers, remember?" "Becaúse of some idiot at the record company." "Bút Josito says he'll sell it tonight." "He's a loúdmoúth." "Wait and see if they want it." "I can't wait for it to come oút." "That'll show my mother!" "Hey, be carefúl!" " Take it easy." " Nearly took my eye oút!" " I'm talking to yoú!" " Calm down!" " I am calm." "I'll go and..." " Yoú aren't." " Let's go." " Move!" " Don't talk to me like that again." " Move." "Look who it is!" "Look!" "Say hello to the Wise Men." "It's freezing cold, Elena." "Say goodbye..." " All right they've gone." "Let's go." " He's enjoying himself..." "We've been here all fúcking evening!" " I can't take anymore." " Then give him to me and go." "Right." "Go then." "Let's wave goodbye, darling." "Goodbye!" "We'll go to bed early tonight." "It's the weather chick!" " She's even nicer than on T.V." " Gorgeoús." " Say goodbye." " Hey, gorgeoús." "What an ass!" "What do yoú mean, "What an ass"?" "Stop it, Chús!" "Stop it!" "Get úp!" "Please, it doesn't matter." "Chús, please!" "Yoú'll kill him!" "Shit, Chús!" "It's all right, my darling..." "COME BACK TO ME..." "COME BACK TO ME..." "Poor thing." "Again?" "Aren't yoú going to call him?" "I don't know." "Santi's always asking for him." "Do yoú love him or not?" "I'm not súre anymore, I'm really not súre." "Elena..." "Well I súppose I do..." "We've been together for years and I still love him..." "Bút I don't trúst him, Loúrdes." "I don't trúst him." "Give him another chance." "Yoú've got nothing to lose." "Make a joint, yoú bastard." "No, dammit!" "I don't do cheap shit." " Got any of the other?" " No." " I have." " Then go ahead." "Shit!" "What time is it?" "Does mommy get mad if yoú get home late?" "It's mid-day." "I have to go!" " Where?" " To see my son." "I can't fúck úp today." "Now yoú boúnce it back..." "One... two..." "Three... foúr..." "Daddy!" "No, Daddy!" "The latest video from the musical sensation "Stormix"" "who tonight, with other personalities, will be with His Royal Highness Prince Philip." "Still with cultural events, from tomorrow you can see the work of a great master of Expressionism," "Willem de Kooning." "The exhibition, which will be held in Valencia, covers aspects of the Dutch painter's art from Expressionism to his figurative work, highlighting the female nudes he painted in the early 1950s." "A great date with the world of art." "Yeah?" "Yeah?" "Hey, Mom!" "How yoú doing?" "No, no, Mom." "So... yoú're coming today, right?" "Okay." "No." "No, Mom." "No, Mom." "I'm fine." "Really." "Yeah, I've been drawing a lot." "I've been painting all the time." "I'm trying to be like yoú." "I'm trying to copy yoúr portrait of me." "Yoú know it's my favorite." "No, Mom." "Mom..." "What I... want is to be as good as yoú." "I want yoú to be proúd of me." "Mom..." "Mom, dammit." "Now let's see what the weather has in store." "Rain for a while, right, Elena?" "That's right, Jose Luis, that's very likely." "The low pressure moving in from the Mediterranean will come over..." "They shoúld come over yoú!" "So cold weather though no rain in the next few hours." "The area of high pressure..." "Bitch!" "A lot of alcohol." "Pills probably." "Cocaine maybe." "What kind of pills?" "Tranqúilizers, painkillers, Nolotil, things like that." "How many?" "Get Dr. Súarez del Pozo immediately." " Tell him Begoña Vieso wants him." " Excúse me, doctor..." "Can't yoú see he's talking to me?" "Tell the director to come." "Now!" "All right." "Doctor, my wife's júst been admitted..." "What's her name?" "Sara Marqúez." "Ethylic coma." "Come this way, please." "How is he?" "Júst remember I didn't call yoú." "It was him who insisted." "Júst before he went into the coma." "He's in Intensive Care and may not come oút this time." "I wish it was yoú in there instead of him!" "I'm sorry." "Yoú see..." " Yes." " Yoú know how it is..." "An úrgent last-minúte meeting at work." "Then there's the one aboút the traffic." "Yoú've even got the rain today." "All right, I'm sorry, Skinny." "I'll be right back." "No wonder the stúff we get never lasts." "I can't snort all that." "So yoú don't want any?" "Son-of-a-bitch!" "Son-of-a-bitch!" "Hey, what a coincidence!" " Sorry?" " I'm the gúy from "Heavy Swell."" "Ah, yes, kid." "How are yoú?" "I was going to call yoú." "Yoú don't say!" "Have yoú heard the roúgh cút?" "I like yoúr "Stormy Weather"" "bút not the name of the groúp." "We'll talk on Monday, okay?" "See yoú." "Shit!" "Where are yoú?" "Take it easy." "Did yoú hear that, bastards?" "RCKwants to see ús!" "Fúcking great!" "Do yoú think I'm stúpid?" "That I don't know what's wrong with yoú?" "Yoú're scared of moving to a new neighborhood, Oscar." "That's why yoú don't want the new hoúse." "It's not the back of beyond, yoú know." "There are bars there, newsstands, streets..." "Let's stop now, Skinny." "I knew it." "Please, Sara." "Please." "I súppose the new hoúse doesn't matter really." "I know I'm very stúbborn." "I get an idea in my head..." "Bút okay, it's my faúlt, it's my faúlt..." "We'll stay on San Agústin Street." "I'm sorry, Skinny." "I'm leaving." "Don't get angry." "Oscar, please." "Let's try." "We can find a way..." "Sorry." " We can find a way." " How?" "Ah, my baby!" "My darling, my baby." "Who does he look like?" "Me." "I love yoú." "My baby." "I'm so happy." "My baby, my baby." "So cold weather but no rain in the next few hours." "With an area of high pressure..." "I'm asking yoú to." "Why not?" "Thank you, Elena." "Let's hope the Wise Men are luckier this year." "Becaúse yoú're his father." "So the two of ús shoúld go together." "The two of ús, okay?" "All right." "All right, the two of ús." "I can't raise my voice any higher." "At the entrance, yes." "The one in Narvaez." "Look, Skinny, really..." "I'm búsy here." "Bye." "Damn it!" "Ten minútes to go." "Make úp yoúr minds." "I'll sort it oút." "So?" "I'm not going on dressed like a clown!" "Josito, if yoú don't do it we'll be banned from the channel." "And the promotion's in a month's time." " It's only one númber." " Fúck that, Marcos." "Come on, Josito." "It's Christmas!" " Have yoú seen yoúrselves?" " Yoú'll get over it, Josito." " Come on, man." " Okay, bút on one condition." "The new record has my friend's cover." "We won't sell shit with that, Josito." "Go and change." "What do yoú mean where am I?" "Here in Narvaez!" "...for fúck's sake!" " Come on, darling." "In a bar?" "What bar?" "The one opposite." "Since yoú were late as úsúal..." "All right, take it easy." "I'm on my way." "What do I owe yoú?" "That'll show my mother." "Hey, be carefúl!" " Nearly took my eye oút!" " Sorry." "Sorry!" " Calm down!" " I am calm." "I'll go and..." " Let's go." " Move!" "That's right, get annoyed." "If the child gets no toys it'll be yoúr faúlt." "And nowadays yoú don't..." "Yoú júst ignore yoúr son, yoú ignore me." " I can't take anymore." " So what do yoú súggest?" "What are yoú getting at?" " Yoú can't take anymore." " Right." "I únderstand." "So what shall we do?" "Don't start getting melodramatic." " What aboút this?" " Sara, what shall we do?" "It's a constrúction game." "He'll love it." " I'll take this, please." " Fine." "Pút it away, darling." "No, hold it in yoúr hand." "Here, all these for this little boy." "Very good." "Very good." " Here." " What's this?" "Open it." "Skinny..." "We said no presents." " That we'd júst go away." " Don't worry, it was cheap." "Look, I promise..." "Don't." "Yoú only have a bad time when yoú do." "Hello?" "Júst a minúte." "For yoú." "I thoúght today was a holiday." "Hello?" "They didn't get the plane?" "What?" "Where are they?" "Look, don't give me that!" ""Stormix" play in Santiago tonight." "Did yoú hear me?" "I'll call yoú later." "Skinny!" "What is it!" "Spit it oút!" "Migúel!" "Migúel, open yoúr moúth!" "Migúel!" "Migúel!" " Please!" " No!" "Cút!" "Right, that part's finished." "What do yoú think?" " What does that mean?" " Fine." "Whatever yoú say." " Súre?" " Yeah, súre." "Close-úp of Marcos." "Playback!" "Action!" "This video's stúpid!" "Everybody's done this rooftop stúff." "Are yoú listening?" " Again?" " She won't come oút, sir." "Sara!" "Come on oút of there!" "Come oút, please." "Will yoú fúcking get oút!" "I'll get oút when I fúcking well want!" " Don't talk to me like that." " What do yoú expect?" "One of these days I'll come home and find yoú dead." "Come on in." "I know what yoú're thinking!" ""It shoúld have been her who died, not my son!"" "Bút yoú can fúck off!" " Go away!" " I can't take anymore of this." " I'm sick of it!" " And I'm sick too!" "Of yoú not looking at me, not toúching me, not talking to me, not wanting me." "I want to die!" "This is the end!" "I can't take anymore!" "I want to die." "Give me that!" "I want to die!" "It's "Yoúr Royal Highness" not "Yoúr Majesty."" "And bow when yoú shake hands." " Okay?" " Let him bow, fúck it!" "It's ús who've sold the records." "Leave that stúff for another time." "What's the matter?" "Josito's going to see the prince." "God give me patience." "And another thing." "He likes classic rock..." "the Beatles, the Stones, bút above all he likes pop." "And he's right úp on the latest Spanish músic..." "Excúse me." "Hello?" "What is it, Neli?" "Why are yoú crying?" "How is she?" "They've púmped her stomach." "Madame looked so bad..." "She was as white as a sheet." "It's been súch a shock." "Calm down, Neli." "Look, take a taxi home." "Here." "I'll call yoú later." "Now take it easy." "Easy." "Thank yoú." "Get Dr. Súarez del Pozo immediately." "Tell him Begoña Vieso wants him." " Excúse me, doctor..." " Can't yoú see he's talking to me?" "Tell the director to come." "Now!" "All right." "Doctor, my wife's júst been admitted." " What's her name?" " Sara Marqúez." "Yes." "Ethylic coma." "Come this way, please." "Can I help?" "No, thanks." "This waiting goes on forever." "Who have yoú got here?" "My wife." "How is she?" "I don't know." "I ask bút they don't tell me múch." "What aboút yoú?" "My húsband." "He's in a bad way, I think." "Don't worry, the people here are very good." "This isn't my first time." "Nor mine." "He'll be okay, I'm súre he will." "Hey, have we met somewhere?" "I don't think so." "I'm súre I know yoú." "I wonder what from." "This very thick cloud over the Atlantic will turn to rain in Galicia and Castile and Leon and may even reach Asturias and Estremadura." "It'll also be unsettled in central Spain although there will be some bright intervals." "Gúys, how aboút some variety in yoúr lives?" "Yoú with gin, yoú with horse, yoú with tranqúilizers." "I've always mixed them all." "Alcohol with a little snow, some speed, ketamine, mitsúbishi..." " What's that?" " Pills, dammit." "And horse?" "Not intravenoúsly, thoúgh I have smoked it." "If I even see a needle I start shitting myself." "What does yoúr mother say?" "Aboút her son being a múltiple drúg addict since he was 14?" "She's too búsy trying to get me to follow in her footsteps." "Did I tell yoú her latest pictúres are shit?" "Why don't yoú tell her too?" "Some day I will." "Have yoú really thoúght aboút this?" "Lt'll be worse if I stay here." "They júst give yoú other drúgs." "Anyway, I prefer coke to Tranxiliúm." " Yoú are not leaving here!" " Wanna bet?" "Hi." "What an honor!" "Fancy seeing yoú here!" "Remember her, son?" "She's yoúr wife, I believe." "And I'm delighted to see yoú too, Begoa." "How are yoú?" "Fine." "He wants to leave." " Talk to him." " She hadn't better." "He'd end úp back in Intensive Care." "Mom, I'd like to talk to Elena alone." "Woúld yoú mind...?" "What do yoú have to say to her?" "She threw yoú oút!" "Mom, go away." "Yoú're so pigheaded!" "She doesn't love yoú." " She doesn't!" " Go away, dammit!" "If we were somewhere else, I'd..." "Yoú!" "Take me oút of here!" "There's a núrse on this floor, a really nice gúy." "He said that when I was really sick, the weather girl came to see me every day." "Almost every day." "Now I'm okay yoú hardly ever come." "Are yoú súre yoú're completely okay, Chús?" "Actúally, not too súre..." "Listen..." "From now on I will come every day." "Want me to?" "Elena..." "If I stay here... and do everything they tell me, and... and I get cúred..." "Will yoú come back to me?" "See?" "This is like a jail." "I bet if I toúched that fence I'd get electrocúted." "How múch longer have I got to stay here?" "I don't know." "All yoú've got to do is concentrate on relaxing and getting better." "I can't." "I miss yoú too múch." "Do yoú miss me?" "I miss yoú too." "Oscar." "Will yoú forgive me?" "There's nothing to forgive." " There is." " Come on, no long faces." " Shit!" " The one yoú needed." "The new issúe of "Spawn"!" "Cool!" "Bút yoú shoúldn't go to those comic shops..." " Why not?" " They're fúll of wankers." "Only joking." "Thank yoú." "Thanks a lot." "Santi's always asking for yoú." " What do yoú tell him?" " Yoú've gone away." "Where to?" "A different place every day." "Today it's Iceland." "Iceland... cool." "Get cúred and take me there." "Really?" "Of coúrse." "It's late." "I have to go, okay?" " I'll see yoú off." " It's okay." "Really." "I'll see yoú off." "She's very pretty." "I know that, dammit." "I used to think of my baby, and so I drank." "Now I don't drink," "I try to think of other things." "Of Oscar... the places we úsed to go before we got married." "He enjoyed being with me." "Bút I don't care anymore." "It's all pointless becaúse" "I can't get my baby oút of my head." "It's always with me..." "when I go to bed, when I get úp..." "Something that's not there." "Not there." "It's a great emptiness." "And it's always the same bút the pain... the pain gets worse and worse." "If yoú had another baby..." "No." "What for?" "I let one die already." "My little one..." "It was an accident." "It coúld happen to anyone." "No." "Not anyone, no." "It happened to me becaúse I'm hopeless as a mother, as a person, as a woman..." "Yoú know why Oscar stays with me?" "Becaúse he pities me." "He pities me, bút I don't care..." "Well... that's it for today." "I'll be in my office till 6 if yoú want to drop in." "Thanks." "Fancy a coffee?" "It's the only drúg yoú can búy here." "How do yoú want it?" "Espresso." "Espresso." "Thanks for being so nice to me." "Yoú deserve it." "Yoú were really úpset." "What the fúck?" "What's with this thing?" "Wait, I'll give yoú another coin." "Fúcking machine!" "It's fúcked!" "Three!" " For fúck's sake...!" " Take it easy." "Take it easy." "It's not working properly." "One night I'll come and beat the shit oút of it!" "Isn't that a lot of pills?" "Teatime." "A Seroxat and two Tranqúimazins." "They give me Seroxat at breakfast time." "Makes no difference." "All they want is to keep ús drúgged úp all day." "Oscar didn't come to see me." "Elena didn't come either." " A lot of work." " Maybe they're together." "Stúpid." "Want to come to my room?" "What for?" " To watch T.V. What else?" " I only watch the weather." "Yoú get more and more handsome." "Aw, come on!" "Yoú júst don't see many gúys as handsome as Oscar." "So what did yoú want to tell me?" "Laúra and I are setting úp a model agency." " Agency and school." " That's right." " That's great." " Is that all yoú can say?" "I don't really know what to say." "Congratúlations, Skinny." "Bút the main thing is that in 48 hoúrs' time I'm leaving here and nothing will be the same again." "So now I'm a búsinesswoman." "Why don't we celebrate with a meal in the cafeteria?" " Fancy?" " I've a búsiness lúnch." " Cancel it." " No, I can't." "I knew that sooner or later "Stormix" woúld do well." "And I wanted them to too." "So that we coúld toúr." "Next week we're going to Iceland." "Reykjavik's beaútifúl." "I wish yoú coúld come along." "Oscar..." "We've got to stop." "Chús gets discharged next week." "Sara the day after tomorrow." "That's why we have to stop." "I coúldn't stop seeing yoú." "I coúldn't lead a doúble life." "Then don't." "So what do we do?" "We've been over this forty times." "I don't want ús to be lovers all oúr lives." "It's súch a sad way." "So..." "There's only one solútion." "And neither of ús is capable of..." "I'm capable." "Coúld yoú really leave Sara?" "Yes." "Well, good for yoú." "Bút I coúldn't leave Chús." "I coúldn't do that to him now." "He'll be okay, Elena." "Nobody dies from being left." "Chús almost did." "Eat úp, it'll get cold." "So do we part like this?" "And there will be strong easterly winds over the Strait, the archipelagos and the Mediterranean coast." "The map for tomorrow shows the approach of an area of low pressure from Northern Europe." "So it'll continue unsettled over most of the country." "Over Ceuta and Melilla we see some cloud with..." "Like it?" "What?" "This jacket." "I boúght it in the sales." "It looks good on yoú." "Really, Skinny." "And don't púll that face." "Oscar," "I am annoyed with yoú." "Why?" "Yoú haven't come to the agency, even thoúgh yoú pút some money into it." "Some money?" "All right, a lot." "I'm a very good teacher." "The girls are really happy with me." "There's one, she's not really cút oút for the catwalk." "She broúght in a lingerie ad I did in 1988." "No, yoú did the lingerie ad in 1989." "Are yoú súre?" "Positive." "It was the year we met." "And..." "I've a confession to make." "What?" "I pút that ad on a músic stand in my bathroom." "And my músician friends kept going in to jerk off." "Filthy pig!" "Yoú hadn't told me that one." "I coúldn't." "They all became famoús." "Anyway..." " When will yoú come to see me?" " When I have a moment." " When will that be?" " I don't know." "I'm so..." "Anyway, I have to go." "Really." "Oscar, yoú've been very elúsive lately." " Me?" " Yes." "It woúldn't be the "dickopaúse", woúld it?" "Let's see." "No." "All right, yoú can go." "Bye." "Mommy!" "Down we come." "Hello, my love." "Hi." " Okay?" " Fine." " What have yoú made me?" " Take a look." "What a nice dinosaúr!" "It's a horse, Elena." "The legs are so short I..." "What a lovely horse, my love." "Very nice." "My mother's in there." " What's she doing in there?" " No idea." "That's settled." "I've told them the child won't come on Thúrsdays." "Why shoúldn't he come on Thúrsdays?" "He'll be having art lessons with his grandmother." "Right, son?" "Don't drag me into this." "He's yoúr son, Chús." "Tell her Santi will come here on Thúrsdays." "And I don't care if he never learns to draw." "Tell her." " Santi will come here..." " Yoú're obvioúsly únder her thúmb." "Súre yoú don't want me to come?" "Positive." "Remember where it is?" "Yes." "I'll wait for yoú here then." "Thanks." "Oh, dear!" "Now of all times!" "Yes?" "Yes, tell Marta not to forget her book or the new photo." "Okay?" "Rain begin." "Take it easy." "It's júst a scattered shower." "Yoú look good here." "Hello, Laúra." " Hi." " Hi, handsome." " So yoú finally deigned to come." " Where's Skinny?" " In the trenches." "At the back." " That way?" "Now this is the last time I'll say it." "Pelvis oút, bottom túcked in..." "Slightly haúghty bút relaxed." "That's right." "Monica, loosen úp." "Relaxed." "Haúghty, Lisa, haúghty." "That's right." "Carry on withoút me." " Have yoú been here long?" " No, not long." " Did yoú see me?" " Very impressive." "I love giving orders." "Now I can see yoúr dedication to yoúr job." "I coúld stay here all day." "Chús." " Remember my húsband?" " Yeah, súre." " How are yoú?" " Fine." "I can't shake hands, look at them." "It's raining at the moment." "The paint's okay." "Júst a scattered shower." " Nice to see yoú." " Same here." "Bye." "Let's go." "Chús is an artist." "And his wife's helping him a lot with his recovery." "My boyfriend finished this one last weekend." " Isn't it lovely?" " Yes." "I don't know which one to búy." "Let me see." "This one's too big." "Take this one." "If the lady says this one, so be it." "Get something for Chús too." "He deserves it." "It's incredible how múch he's changed." "Got anything for him?" " This one's very nice." " Lf yoú say that one, then that one." " I'll pay yoú later." " Yoú already owe me 30 eúros!" "She took the fish." "What a cheek!" "Here." "Look." "Two tickets for the opera." ""Otello," row 7." "Great, Jose Lúis." "I wish I coúld go..." " Then come." " It's a bit difficúlt." "How aboút a Madrid-Barcelona match?" "Cool, a Madrid-Barcelona!" "That is so exciting." "Got anything for the circús?" "Júst give me 5 minútes." "Afterwards we'll go for dinner." "How aboút at yoúr place?" "For instance." "Júst one qúestion." "Can my húsband come?" "Do yoú think...?" "I love threesomes, yoú know." " Maybe yoú like them too." " Well..." " No, I don't like threesomes." " Don't be so old-fashioned." " Yoú're so old-fashioned." " Yes." " Bút I'll keep trying." " Súre." "What a gúy!" "If Marcos wants to go solo, that's logical." "Bút the company has other plans for yoú." "Bút I don't want yoúr plans!" "I want my groúp!" " The groúp's finished." " Like fúck it is!" "The last record wasn't a money-spinner." "Then we'll make another." "If Marcos goes, there's still Goti and me." "Now I get it!" "Yoú're both going." "Yoú are one big son-of-a-bitch!" "I thoúght yoú únderstood the búsiness." "Búsiness?" "Músic's my life, man!" "What woúld yoú do if I took away what yoú love most?" "What woúld yoú do?" "Hey, Chús." "Want one?" "Josito, are yoú stúpid?" "Why didn't yoú come to my place?" "What's the matter?" " Want a beer?" " No, man." "My boy's with a neighbor." "So what's úp?" "Yoúr chick and a gúy." "A gúy at the company told me." "His name's Oscar." "They do it in a flat on San Agústin Street." "The son-of-a-bitch úsed to live there." "It started when yoú were in the clinic." "His wife was there too." "Cheeky son-of-a-bitch." "Here." "Pass." "Why are yoú telling me this now?" "Shit, I didn't want to spoil yoúr recovery." "And... do they still see each other?" "Almost every day." "It's the gúy who woúldn't let me úse yoúr cover designs." "The one who said they were shit." "I think I know what yoú want, Josito." "Yoú want me to go after this Oscar, don't yoú?" "Yoú thoúght I'd explode and go after him, didn't yoú?" "Becaúse I'm súpposed to be some kind of psychopath, right?" "So what did he do to yoú?" "I júst don't want yoú made a fool of." "It's trúe, dammit!" "I am a fúcking dangeroús lúnatic!" "If what yoú say is trúe I'll kill the gúy!" "By God, I'll kill him and I'll kill Elena too!" " Take it easy, Chús!" " What!" "Don't ever come near me again!" "Paris or we coúld go to Brúges." "No..." "I'll take yoú to Patagonia." "Ever seen a pengúin?" "Yoú'll see them in Patagonia." "Oscar, yoú know we can't go anywhere." "We have to do something." "How many times have yoú said that?" "A thoúsand?" "Go on, they're waiting." "No goodbye kiss?" " Same time tomorrow?" " Call me first, okay?" "I júst can't leave yoú." " Mommy!" " How's my baby?" " How is he?" " I'm not yoúr baby." "What do yoú mean?" "Of coúrse yoú are." "Yoú're my lovely baby." "Hi." "Everything okay?" "Kiss kiss." "Look, I boúght yoú this." "See if yoú like it." "Do yoú like it?" "Is something the matter?" "Was it yoúr mother?" "My mother?" "No." "Chús, I don't think I can go to the opening tomorrow." "Why's that?" "I've got a meeting and we'll finish late." "That's real shit." "From 7 in the morning till late at night..." "At work?" "I'll warm this úp." "It's like chewing gúm." "Draw me something." "What do yoú want me to draw?" "Peter Pan." " Yoú know what?" " What?" "I'd like to fly too." "Yoú can't thoúgh." "Why can't I?" "Becaúse yoú haven't got wings." "Here." "During the night there were 90 liters per square meter in Murcia and 110 in Almeria." "Something similar is expected in Levante, Castile La Mancha and Madrid, with gale-force winds of up to 130 k.p.h." "Blowing from the north, as the map shows." "All emergency services are on standby in these regions." "What time is it?" "It doesn't matter." "Today's the end of the world and yoú and me are going to stay in bed." "What are yoú doing?" "Come here." "What's the matter?" "Yoú úsed to get really horny at this time of day." "Don't yoú want me anymore?" "Yes." " Shall I have my boobs done?" " No." "My bottom?" " No." " My moúth?" "No, I don't want yoú to have anything done." "Oscar." "What?" "Now that..." "I feel múch better... and the agency's going well..." "Toúch wood anyway..." "Well..." "I'd... like to have another baby." "Hello?" "Yes." "It's for yoú." " Who is it?" " I don't know." "Hello?" "Hello." "It's me." "Don't say my name." "Yoúr húsband mústn't know I called." "Becaúse." "Now listen carefúlly." "Okay." "It's an awfúl day." "Yes..." "Awfúl." "Are yoú súre aboút it?" "Aboút what?" "Us having another baby." "I don't know..." "Some other time..." "Yoú'll be late tonight, right?" "Yes." "A lot of work." "I'll shower first then." "Hi." "Hi." "Chús, why are yoú drinking?" "Why shoúldn't I?" " So what do yoú think?" " It can't be trúe." "That's why we've met." "To see if it's trúe or not." "I've been thinking aboút it a lot and I think it is trúe." "Everybody told me my jealoúsy was pathological." "Bút in the end it seems like it wasn't." " Do yoú want a drink?" " Water." "It's like a dream." "It's..." "More like a fúcking nightmare." "There was ús stúffing oúrselves silly with pills, while they were fúcking like rabbits." " Is he a good fúck?" " Please, Chús." "No, no." "If Elena's stayed with him, he múst do it well." "Yoú do water here?" " Bring ús one." " No." "I'll have a gin." " Larios, Gordon's, Beefeater, Bombay?" " Anything." "Sara." " Are yoú súre?" " Yes." "One won't do any harm." " No, no, keep the change." " Thanks." "Has it occúrred to yoú they might love each other?" "For fúck's sake!" "That's all I need to hear." "Look..." "We're gonna ask them." "And they're gonna tell ús right away." "I'm not going to ask them anything." "Don't yoú worry." "I know exactly what to do." "Two more and we'll go." "I have to stop off somewhere on the way." "I'll come with yoú." "Keep still, I've got yoú." "That was some fúcking water!" "My úmbrella!" "I forgot it!" "What do yoú need an úmbrella for now?" "Let's take a taxi, let's take a taxi." " Where will yoú find one?" " In the street." "Where are yoú going?" "What are yoú doing?" "Come on, Sara." " We'll take this." " No." "What do yoú mean?" "I'll short-circúit the ignition." "Come on, Sara." "Let's fly." "Too múch!" "Look, Sara, I'm flying." "Too múch!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Too múch!" "It's an awfúl day, isn't it?" "Bút there'll be súnny spells everywhere tomorrow." "Elena..." "I'm going to leave Sara." "Tomorrow." "I'm leaving her tomorrow." "What will yoú tell her?" "The trúth." "I'll try not to húrt her." "I love yoú." "I can't have another child with her." "I don't want to hide anymore." "Don't go." "Don't go." "Why does it all have to be so complicated?" "Tell me why." "Why?" "I have to go." "Stay a little longer." "Yoú can't go in this rain." "I can't stay, Oscar." "Chús always waits úp for me." "What's to drink?" "Don't look at me like that." "I'm not a ghost." "Well?" "Gonna give me a drink or not?" "Elena." "Tell my wife to give ús a drink." "See if she'll take more notice of yoú." "Come here." "How did yoú get in?" "That's what's worrying yoú, isn't it?" "How I got in." "Elena, please." "He's a fúcking prick." "Yoúr wife gave them to me." "By the way, she's really cút úp aboút yoú two." "Where is she?" "Aroúnd." "And pissed oút of her head." "Chús, please, let's go home, okay?" "Let's go home and talk." "Aboút what?" "Anyway... this is yoúr home too." "Well... nobody's given me a drink and I'm gonna get pissed off." "Okay." "Yoú want a drink?" "I'll get yoú one and we'll talk." "Elena loves me and I love her." "She hated the cheating bút she was scared to leave yoú." "Fine." "Yoú've convinced me." "Another whisky." "I know what yoú're going throúgh." "I don't expect yoú to únderstand, bút I'm not sorry." "So what shall we do?" "Yoú don't have to do anything." "Júst shút úp." "Yoú're like a parrot." "Elena, do yoú love him?" "Yoú love him!" "Yoú love him a fúcking lot!" "How coúld yoú do this to me?" "I'd have died for yoú." "I got cúred for yoú, I'd have done anything for yoú." "And now... yoú don't need me." "I feel really fúcking stúpid now." "Go on, drink it." "The last thing I wanted to do was húrt yoú, Skinny." "Well, yoú failed then." "I know." "I know." "Get yoúr things and go." "It wasn't so difficúlt, was it?" "Goodbye, Oscar." "Goodbye, Oscar." "YESTERDAY I FLEW" "Hi, Elena." "When you read this I'll be far away." "I just saw you with him and it suddenly occurred to me that at last you're happy." "It was about time." "You never had much chance of that with me, that's for sure." "So make the most of it." "You deserve it." "Tell Santi I've gone off to some fantastic place." "India, for instance." "I now know what I want to do with my life." "I want to fly." "And don't get pissed off." "Because for the first time in all these years," "I'm doing something useful." "For you and... our son." "Don't cry for me, Elena." "I'm flying." "Really flying." "Elena, into the stúdio." "Elena?" "Elena, are yoú all right?" "...the first lap in 55 seconds." "So far Spain is 24th on the medal table, while the U.S. A and Rússia draw for first place." "In oúr next program we'll bring yoú an úpdate on the last day of the championship." "Thank yoú, Blas." "Let's hope oúr athletes do better today." "And now it's time to take a look at the weather." "Morning, Elena." "Good morning." "Well, today will be very different from yesterday." "Qúite únexpectedly the stormy weather lifted with the first rays of dawn." "From now on we're going to see blúe skies only all over the coúntry." "Warm soútherly winds will bring higher temperatúres particúlarly in the soúthwest." "Provincial capitals like Córdoba and Sevilla will have 27 degrees, and the súnshine along the Atlantic coast will bring highs of 23 degrees in Santander and 21 in Bilbao." "So, after one of the longest... and hardest winters in living memory," "we can now say that today, at last, spring is in the air."