"In previous episodes..." "Jordi, I want to see!" "Where is it?" "They won't find anything, and tomorrow I'll be out of this damn hospital." "What's that?" "The key to our house." "I want us to live together." "In Toulouse I vomited once." "I don't believe you." "Today you'll be admitted to the psychiatric ward." "No one's ever touched the breast that I'll lose." "It would be a shame that such a nice breast... went without anybody touching it, that's all." "Well, it's enough, right?" "Yes." "Yes, sorry." "I'll be coming to see you when you're in the ICU, okay?" "It's not necessary, Lleó." "Yes it is." "Señor Benito." "Dammit, he's not breathing!" "Señor Benito is in the ICU." "He had a heart attack last night." "I want to ask you to be my legal guardian." "I'll summon the rest of the Bracelets." "You'll see, everyone will come, Lleó." "I don't care a damn about the Bracelets!" "We'll never be together again, ever!" "We did everything we could, but... his heart will stop beating in a matter of 24 to 48 hours." "Lleó, you're the son that I never had." "Lleó, get the Bracelets back together." "Yes." "Do you promise?" "I promise." "You really mean it?" "I promise." "I love you, Lleó." "Please come in." "Thank you." "Hello." "How are you, sweetheart?" "Fine." "You haven't slept, right?" "A little." "Not at all." "Well?" "What do you mean?" "Is it noticeable?" "No." "Sorry, Rym, I didn't want to..." "Relax." "So far I haven't dared look." "I can feel it's not there." "I can't." "How does it look to you, Kike?" "Come on, I need you to tell me." "I don't know, Rym." "It's noticeable..." "it's noticeable... the absence." "The absence is noticeable?" "Yes." "Really?" "Okay, that's a good one, eh?" "Yes." "Is Lleó there outside?" "No, I haven't seen him." "Why?" "No, no reason." "Stay a while." "Please." "Sure." "Episode 19 [2x06]" "Subtitles by Oliver Sanderson" "I've already spoken with Dr. Andrade." "They'll cremate him as he asked, at six in the afternoon." "Thanks for helping me, Toni." "Should we do more?" "To choose the urn for the ashes and some music, if you want something played at that time." "He mentioned a song he heard the day he was admitted." "He said it was great." "But he didn't know if he liked it so much... because it was the last song he heard while at liberty, or because it was really good." "Where are you going, Lleó?" "I'm going to have the biopsy." "I want to sleep for a bit, and awake in time for the cremation." "But, don't you think it'd be better to be with the Bracelets?" "I'm sure that they want to be with you now." "I don't want to see the Bracelets, Toni." "Lleó, you promised Benito!" "You promised him we'd get back together!" "You have to unite us, Lleó!" "We have to be together!" "Lleó..." "They've just told me." "How are you?" "As best as one can be, man." "Was it a very intense parting?" "Very much." "He told me many things I didn't know about him." "And I made him some promises." "So?" "They're difficult to keep." "I suppose that's why they're promises, because they're difficult to keep." "Have you got any cash?" "Cash?" "Yes, for the urn." "Ultimately, we'll cremate him." "we need one, and I want it to be cool, man." "But these things cost a fortune, and it's just that..." "Don't worry, I've got it." "Hello, Lleó." "I've been looking for you." "We have the biopsy." "Let's do it." "But you'll owe it me, eh?" "You already owe me a leg that cost a heap, and now this." "One day I'll reclaim it all." "What are you doing?" "Smelling you." "Smell is the only sense that never deceives you." "I'm Eva." "Cris." "You smell very nice." "I like it." "Why did you put me in a room with a nutcase?" "Come on, take your pills." "Here." "What's this?" "The medication you're prescribed." "I don't have to take any medication." "It's for your own good." "Look for my own good you should change my room." "Well, you can tell the doctor yourself, okay?" "Take them." "Good." "What are you doing?" "Are you going to stay to see how we eat?" "What did you expect?" "Now you're in the Premier League of anorexia." "Dammit, I'm not anorexic!" "Oh, no?" "Then eat it all." "You'll have no problem." "Look, I'm eating it." "I'll pass." "There's too much here." "Eat up, Cristina." "Be quiet and eat, please." "Come on." "You know what, Mercero?" "Every damn corner of this hospital reminds me of Benito." "His memories are part of the legacy he left you." "You have to take care of them, Lleó." "I know it's painful now, but you must do it." "Where are we going?" "Aren't we going to the operating room?" "The doctors want to talk to both of you before the biopsy." "Both of you?" "You're not the only one having a biopsy today." "There's a strange spot in the arm." "The biopsy will clear up our doubts." "We'll try to see what the lump is, and we'll take samples of other glands, for comparison." "It's still too soon to know if there's a tumour, and whether it's benign or it's malignant." "I want the truth." "He's telling you the truth, Jordi." "I'm not a child anymore, and I want you to tell it to me, not my mother." "Jordi." "I'm explaining it to your mother because it's she who asked me." "I've never hidden anything from a patient." "And if you don't want to be treated like a child, behave like an adult." "An adult accepts what he has, instead of hiding it." "Could I lose my arm?" "No... there's no way for us to know that, Jordi." "We have yet to see the results of the biopsy, but it may be benign." "Good morning." "Good morning." "Hello, Mercero." "Hello, Lleó." "Good morning." "Guys, I've brought you two together because, apart from the biopsy, we should take advantage and make another intervention." "What?" "I'm sorry to inform you this way, but we've just seen it now, while we were reviewing the operations." "Now, Dr Josep will explain it to you better." "Excuse me, but I have to go to theatre, okay." "Señora Colomer..." "Okay, guys," "Look: these are both current X-rays of your stumps." "They're routine X-rays" "Don't be alarmed, there are no tumours in the stumps, but we have seen that the bone is growing too fast, and is nearing the end of the stump." "If you feel the stump you'll realize the bone is much closer to the flesh, and the purpose of the operation is to gain a little more space." "It's an operation that needs to be done sooner or later, and we'll take advantage of the anesthesia of the biopsy." "It's a graft of your skin to give a little more of a cavity." "And where do you take the skin from for the graft?" "The gluteus maximus, which is the part of the body where there's more excess skin." "And where is the gluteus maximus?" "In the ass." "They mean the ass." "No." "You're not taking skin from my ass and putting it on my stump." "That'd be the last straw." "It has to be done, Jordi, otherwise, the bone will end up by perforating the stump, and that's very painful, believe me." "Jordi, listen to him." "Will it take long to recover?" "Next week I have a motorcycle trip." "It's a small graft." "It'll heal in a few days." "The other is what could keep you here." "The other, as you say, will be benign, and the biopsy will confirm that I have nothing." "I hope so." "Lleó." "Will that mean more time under anesthesia?" "Will I be out of the ICU by five o'clock?" "Yes." "All right." "I'll go on foot." "It's only four floors." "I'll see you up there." "In this same elevator Lleó made me into a Bracelet." "Relax, he can't see or hear me." "But it's a shame, because if I could talk to him I'd tell him you're a jerk, a jerk that doesn't remember what he did for us, when we arrived at the hospital scared shitless." "A jerk that cares more for his bike than his friends." "Yes, you turn your face away because you know I'm right." "Jordi..." "Benito just died, man, and Lleó needs you." "You should be with him, to support him." "Give him your condolences, at least." "You can't be such an asshole." "I don't believe that you're such an asshole." "It's a great way to keep fit." "I think I'll do it every day." "Hey, everything okay?" "I hope so." "Then come." "Jordi, to operating room two." "Lleó, to operating room three." "I'll start with Jordi." "Lleó." "I'm sorry about Benito." "I'm so sorry." "Thank you." "Hey, was it a long time ago when you were admitted?" "I've never been admitted." "Oh, what a liar!" "That bracelet you're wearing isn't like those you get now." "How long, two years, more or less?" "It's about time." "I want to talk to you." "Eve, go out for a moment, please." "Go with the nurse." "Why?" "I already know the crap she's going to give you." "I could even help you." "You tell her one part, and I another." "Out." "Eva." "Remember, Cris, you have to surf." "The waves are coming, they're coming..." "I don't know why you've put me with this girl." "She's crazy." "Doctor, there's nothing wrong with me." "I just got a bit nervous while dancing, that's all." "You had an anxiety attack." "Your eating disorder is entering a critical phase." "I don't have any eating disorder." "How many times do I have to say it?" "Look, Eva is not that wrong." "We use surfing to explain what happens to you." "Have you ever surfed?" "No." "You have to wait for the wave." "Sometimes it's small, sometimes it's gigantic." "You have to be prepared, attentive, so you don't drown, so you aren't cast to the bottom of the sea." "Eh?" "With personality and eating disorders, the same happens." "You believe you're well, that you're all right, but the wave is coming closer." "The anxiety attack is a sign, it's a small wave." "You must prepare." "Do you understand, Chris?" "You're also crazy." "No wave will come," "Okay?" "Because there's nothing wrong with me, absolutely nothing." "Come, I want you to draw the outline of your body in a mirror." "I'll pass, on these useless games." "I'm not going to play anything with you." "I'm just fine, I'm perfect." "Nothing's wrong with me." "All right." "As you wish." "Maybe it's difficult for you to speak to me, perhaps you'll open up with another person," "But you have to open up, Cris." "You have to share your secrets." "You know you're not well." "You can't stay in denial for forever." "Perhaps with Eva it'll be easier." "The people who don't know you, are the ones that can help you more." "That's it." "All right." "Well, here you are, again." "Thank you." "Are you okay?" "Where's Lleó?" "At the biopsy." "They're doing it now." "Now?" "The fact is, last night a good friend of his died," "Señor Benito." "Damn!" "I didn't know." "How is he?" "It's Lleó..." "It's difficult to know what he's thinking." "You seem a bit like him." "Are you really all right?" "I'm doing as well as is possible when you've had a breast removed." "If you'll allow me," "I've brought many boys and girls to the ward... after they lost a part of their body, and I always give the same advice:" "Look at it as soon as possible," "It's easier to overcome it." "Who do you think you are, man?" "Do you know me?" "Are you a doctor?" "No." "Right?" "Have you had a breast removed, Mercero?" "Did you get your dick removed, to tell me so?" "I bet not!" "So don't tell me anything because you have no right." "Leave me alone." "I'll take a look at it when I damn well feel like it." "Get it?" "But..." "Leave me alone, dammit, Mercero!" "What the hell's happening?" "This guy, who thinks he's God." "I'm sorry." "I'm really sorry." "I didn't mean to upset you." "Do you want to talk?" "No, Kike, I don't want to talk." "I don't want to talk to anyone." "Leave me alone." "# Facing an uncertain future, # with much to discover," "# I don't want to decide... # and to lose that moment." "# Just before you start, # the confusion can be felt." "# I want to lose the thread in a page of a dream." "# I no longer like reality," "# I dislike the light, # the faces of the people, # in a sea of doubts." "# I no longer want to think." "# I no longer want to fight." "# I want to become one with the bed, # and listen to the rain." "# Where is the freedom... # of not wanting to choose?" "# I want to stay here, # and live as before, # aimlessly, # watching as time goes by," "# And now I want to be... # at ground level." "# I no longer like reality," "# I dislike the light, # the faces of the people, # in a sea of doubts." "# I no longer want to think." "# I no longer want to fight." "# I want to become one with the bed, # and listen to the rain. #" "I don't know what else to do." "I don't know, some strange behavior." "No, absolutely nothing." "Hello, Cris's sister." "Hi, Toni." "What are you doing in the hospital?" "Nothing." "A routine review." "How's Cris?" "It's a long time since I've seen her, and she doesn't answer her phone." "The thing is..." "I think she had her number changed." "Do you want me to tell her something?" "Yes, but it's personal and hard to say." "Sure." "If you can tell her tactfully..." "Of course." "I'll tell her tactfully." "Señor Benito died." "Jeez!" "I'm sorry, Toni." "Thank you." "Will you tell her tactfully?" "I know that when she knows it, she'll know what she has to do." "Yes." "Goodbye." "Goodbye." "Tactfully, please." "Why did you lie to him?" "It's best that she doesn't get together with her old friends from hospital." "Why?" "The doctor thinks it's best." "Yeah, but why?" "They think the trigger for the outbreak may have been seeing Lleó again." "And who's Lleó?" "Hasn't she ever spoken about him?" "Certainly not." "Hello." "Hello." "I'll accompany you to the room." "You must know that she'll beg to leave here, but she has to remain." "Right?" "And don't believe what she tells you." "Cris... the illness makes her lie a lot." "Brief visits." "Two minutes." "Understood." "Hi, Cris." "Carol!" "Please get me out of here!" "Please, I beg you!" "Please!" "Cris, Cris, I'm sorry." "The doctors think it's best." "This is hell, I'll go crazy here." "Let's go." "Don't make it harder for me." "Let's go home, I beg you." "Let's go home, please." "No." "I'm sorry." "Not at the moment." "Well, can I talk to Victor?" "Alone." "What is it?" "Do you also think I'm crazy, that I have to be locked up here?" "Of course not, but I just want you to be well." "Well, then convince my sister, and let's get out of here." "No, you didn't see yourself, you weren't well." "Please allow a few days and see what they find." "Look, I don't know if I should tell you, but a young orderly that we met asked us to tell it to you." "I don't know how you say this tactfully, because I've never said it." "But he told us that yesterday, a señor Benito died, and that you'll know what to do." "I'm sorry." "I'm so sorry." "Good afternoon." "Hi, Toni." "How long have I slept?" "Four hours." "Have they passed quickly?" "Like the blink of an eye." "What time is it?" "Three o'clock." "You'll have time to go to the crematorium." "What are you up to?" "I have to get out of here." "Me too." "Isn't it annoying?" "We all want to get out." "I have a friend who had someone important to him die." "Yeah, right." "No, I'm not lying, he's died." "They won't let you go out to see him, but if you want you can talk to him." "How?" "What will you give me in return?" "What do you want?" "I've got nothing." "Then you'll owe me a favour." "Sure, whatever you want." "Can I borrow it?" "Keep out of sight." "I don't want them taking it off you." "Yes?" "Hello." "I think I have the wrong number." "No, no." "You wanted to talk to Lleó, right?" "Yes." "He's not here, now." "And with whom am I speaking?" "I'm the..." "afternoon shift nurse." "Who can I say called?" "I'm..." "I'm Eva." "Also a nurse, but from the eighth floor." "I took care of Benito, and wanted to know how Lleó is." "Well..." "I don't know, because I haven't seen him today, but I guess he's in a bad way." "The fact is that we've had a difficult day." "A girl on the ward had a breast removed, and you know how they get:" "hysterical." "They miss the breast, and go crazy." "Yeah, well, we're also busy here." "I work with anorexics, now, and they're deceitful and manipulative." "Take care of Lleó." "He's special." "Yes, don't worry." "I'll tell him you called." "There's no need." "Good luck with the girl who lost the breast." "Tell her not to take it to her chest." "Oh, sorry!" "No, relax, it was funny." "Good luck with the anorexics." "Tell them that sometimes image isn't everything, or else, look at the girls without breasts." "Yeah." "Well, good luck with your shift." "Goodbye." "Thanks, Javi." "Goodbye." "Hello." "Hello." "How are you?" "Fine." "Well, a bit shattered, but okay." "Hey, I'm really sorry I couldn't go to see you in the ICU." "Don't worry." "It doesn't matter." "I've heard about Benito." "I'm so sorry." "I'm sorry for your loss." "Well, I don't know if that's..." "No, that phrase is fine, but I'm also sorry," "I promised you something and I haven't fulfilled it." "It really doesn't matter, Lleó." "You're the first one that... that didn't lower your gaze in order not to look at my breast." "And how are you doing?" "Terrible." "I yelled at Mercero." "I took my anger out on him." "And he told you that, about looking at the body part you're missing, right?" "He also said it to me, about my leg." "But..." "I don't want to look at it." "Then don't." "Don't." "Well, of course I want to." "But it's just that..." "I'm scared." "I'm so scared." "I think I've never been so scared." "I feel that it's not there," "and I don't understand..." "I don't understand why... why it's happened to me." "You know what?" "Benito said, don't look for the whys, that there are no reasons." "If you think about it, then, it only brings you sadness and depresses you." "He said that things happen because they have to happen." "You miss him so much, don't you?" "Very much so." "Very much so." "Hi, Toni." "What are you drawing?" "Gifts for Benito, so he gets well." "I'm doing a comic." "The amazing señor Benitoman." "Me, a poster to put in his room." "It shows, you Bracelets, but you're the same size as me." "Me, a portrait of him, and it's hard because I don't know him." "What's wrong, Toni?" "Has he died?" "I'm sorry." "We're very sorry, Toni." "Thank you." "He would have loved these drawings." "And us, what do we do now?" "The day that Benito was admitted, he came by car," "And Lleó told me that a song was playing, but he only heard half of it." "I'd like to find it." "It may be important to Lleó." "And what car was it?" "I don't know." "I'll have to look for it." "Can we help you find the car?" "No, it's better that you rest." "Come on, please, it's here nearby!" "Come on, Toni!" "Toni, please!" "Come on, it's nearby!" "It's here alongside!" "Is that it." "I'm not sure." "Open it!" "Let me open it." "Is it this one?" "No, it's not this one." "Yes!" "It's the one!" "Let's hear the song!" "Come on." "I'll start the engine." "# If you say to me goodbye..." "That's it, right?" "# I want the day to be clean and clear." "# That no bird... # breaks the harmony of its singing." "# That you are lucky... # and that you find what you missed... # in me." "# If you say "I love you", # may the sun make the day much longer.." "# And this way, to steal... # time to the time of a stopped clock." "# May we be lucky, # may we get to find everything we missed... # yesterday." "# And so, it takes, # and so, it takes, # all the fruit you can give... # the path that step by step you write... # for tomorrow." "# Because tomorrow, # because tomorrow... # the fruit of each step will be missing." "# That's why, # despite the fog, # you must go on. #" "Hello, Rym." "Look, inside here, is Benito." "It seems incredible that so much wisdom, such kindness, well, that he all fits in such a small place." "I wish you could have known him." "I'm sure he would have liked you, but no more than I like you." "I'd like to spend many more nights with you," "But I promised something to this one here, and I have to fulfill it." "It's funny, eh?" "The doctor put us together for me to help you," "And I think that in the end you've been more help to me than I to you." "Thanks, good-looking." "# Open your eyes and look around you... # and you don't know what's happening to you." "# Slowly the days pass, # everything changes and you, you get older." "# So many things that you've dreamed of, # and now you see that they're not true," "What are you doing here?" "Beginning to fulfill a promise." "# But even so," "# There are many things... # that aren't dreamed. # Good night, Jordi." "# that are to be experienced, that are to be felt, they make up the reality." "# Life is to experience reality. #" "I don't want your advice." "I'm not here to give advice, but I promised Benito I'd get the Bracelets back together, and that's what I'll do tonight." "Yes, I knew you'd do it, Lleó." "I knew it." "Cris is here, rght?" "Is Cris here?" "It isn't advisable that she sees you." "Cris isn't well." "But you can't stop me going through, eh?" "Yes, I can." "How long since you broke up?" "If it's more than six months ago, you can forget it now." "He's sure to be with another girl." "Man, it's that without a breast and bald... well, it's hard to be attractive." "We all have our appeal." "It's nobody's fault you're here." "Only the damn cancer's!" "Fuck you!" "To hell with you!" "But just knowing she's here, I feel the urge to go and see her, man." "I need to talk to her." "At the cemetery I saw that you had cancer again." "And I saw that you had a boyfriend, right?" "Yes, he's called Victor." "I met him at Toulouse, but really..." "I also met someone, and she also has cancer." "Her name's Rym." "You gave a rose to Cris, the day they amputated your leg." "Only an amazing person would do that." "Subtitles by Oliver Sanderson"