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- Hello. - Hi.
Hi sweetie, signal's quite bad. Where are you?
On the road.
I can't hear you.
- Are you smoking? - No.
- You're smoking. - I'm not.
After all you've been through to quit.
Don't you remember? I do.
I can't talk now because Elena is asleep.
I'm sure Fernanda is spiking my food.
No, Mom.
- I'm not crazy. - She is not.
- She is. - She couldn't even think of that.
Give me the recipe for that dessert.
- What? - The "Alfajor Santiagueño."
- Yes, it's Rogel. - The Alfajor Santiagueño.
- OK, Alfajor Santiagueño. - Give me the recipe.
Are you cooking? You should ask Fernanda for help.
- Don't make a mess. - I won't ask her.
Fine. Fine. Okay. Okay. Okay.
- I'm trapped here. - Sure. Grab a pen.
Grab a pen. You want to cook? Write down.
Don't yell at me.
Beat nine yolks, butter.
Split the dough into ten buns. Let them sit for half an hour.
- Half an hour... - Stretch them real thin.
Bake them for ten minutes tops or else, they'll burn.
Meanwhile, start with the meringue.
Stack a layer of dough, and one of dulce de leche...
And the meringue.
Crown it with the meringue you just made.
- I have to go now, I'm dri... - It has to be good...
- It's for César. - What?
It has to be good because César is fuzzy about desserts.
- Who is César? - César.
- My César. - No clue. Do I know him?
César.
My husband before I met your father.
You weren't married before Dad, Mom.
I told you about him a million times. You forgot?
I have to go now. I'm driving, okay?
- I love you. - We'll talk later.
- You know? - Talk later.
And Elena too.
- I'm hang... Bye-bye. Bye. Bye. - Tell her grandma loves her.
- Hey. What is it? - Honey, where are you?
Where do you think, Mom? Still on the road.
- Are you smoking? - No, I am not smoking.
- Tell me. - I want to talk to Elena.
I can't... Elena is sleeping. I told you.
I told you, we'll call you once we get there.
I can't believe you're driving so far to see that idiot.
Why are you taking her?
She wants to meet her dad.
I don't get it, I swear.
Why did you call, Alicia?
- Just to... Just to bother me? - To get the recipe.
- Rogel. - Alfajor Santiagueño.
I call it Rogel, bugger off. I just gave it to you.
Five minutes ago. I told you to write it down.
Did you call me?
- No. - Yes.
You called me. You mentioned César.
Mom, just give her the recipe.
- Don't yell at me. - I'm not yelling,
you're driving me crazy, Mom. Write it down.
Okay. I'm ready.
Beat nine yolks, butter, sugar and flour.
Split the dough. Let it sit for half an hour.
Stretch them real thin. Bake them for ten minutes tops,
- or else, they'll burn. - Slow down.
One layer of dough, dulce de leche,
dough, dulce de leche. And then crown it with the meringue.
- Okay? - Okay.
- Love you, sweetie.
- Me too. We'll talk when I get back. - Send my love to Elena.
Hi, Alicia. What is it now?
You went to see that idiot and you left me...
- No. - Fernanda drugs me.
- No, no, no. - Yes.
- No, no, no, no. - Yes, she is.
- Remember? - What?
- What we talked about in March? - When?
- Where? - At Matilde's?
Perfectly.
- What did we talk about? - Your separation.
- No, not that. - So?
When you turned into a black hole, I'd tell you.
- Tell me. - Okay.
You'd been doing well lately, but now I must say,
you are a black hole, Mom.
Mom?
Are you crying or laughing?
Mom?
Put Fernanda on the phone.
Is it about me?
No. It's got nothing to do with you.
I need to talk to her. Put her on.
You can't talk to her because she left.
- What do you mean? - She's gone.
Where?
I don't know, let her be.
What did you do?
Me? Nothing. What could I have done?
Don't play dumb.
What you did you do to her?
- Nothing. But I can call her back... - No.
- ...and tell her to come back. - Don't worry.
No, don't worry. I will call Fernanda,
and ask her to come back you can't be alone.
- Yes, I can. - No, no. I will call her.
- I'll ask her to go back. - Okay.
- Okay? Okay. Yes, me too. - I love you.
NURSE FERNANDA
Yes?
- Hell... - Hi, sweetie.
- Hello? - Mom?
Yes. What do you need?
- Hello? - This is Fernanda's phone.
Why do you have her phone?
Didn't you tell me she left?
- It was ringing, so I picked up. - Put her on the phone.
Who?
Fernanda, Mom. Fernanda. Hand her the phone.
Fernanda left. She left.
And forgot her phone?
I guess. She left and forgot it.
So good that you called, I need the recipe for that dessert.
- The Alfajor Santiagueño. - The Rogel?
It's called Alfajor Santiagueño.
Hello?
- Are you there? - I beat nine yolks,
butter, sugar and flour.
- Yes. - Split the dough into ten buns,
let them sit for half an hour.
Stretch them till they are real thin.
Bake them for ten minutes tops or else they'll burn.
Right.
Stack one layer of dough, one of dulce de leche,
- dough, dulce de leche. - Top it with the meringue.
And put the meringue on top.
Why, thank you. I love you, sweetie.
I love you, Mom.
Tell Elena that Grandma loves her.
Take care. And get some rest.
You too.
Hi, Pepo.
It's an emergency. I wouldn't call you if it weren't.
My mom's not doing well.
We thought she was better, but she's not.
The thing is that Fernanda, the nurse, was taking care of her,
and they had a fight.
They fought and she left, so now mom's on her own.
And I don't...
I don't know what to do. I am here,
a thousand kilometers away, and Alicia needs to take her meds.
And I thought of you.
Since you never gave me back the keys to her house...
I can't believe I'm doing this.
Honestly. I know that...
It's a once in a lifetime type of favor.
I need you to go look after Mom.
Till tomorrow afternoon or night, tops, that I'm back.
You hate me as you hear this, I know. I know.
But you'll save me if you can do this for me.
What do you say?
Am I too crazy?
No, no...
Franquito, no! For fuck's sake.
Fuck!
Shoo, shoo!
Alicia?
Hello?
Alicia?
What the fuck is this? A Rogel?
Alfajor Santiagueño.
Huh?
It's an Alfajor Santiagueño.
What are you doing there, Alicia?
I was looking for dulce de leche and I got dizzy, so, I can't come down.
You almost burnt the house.
- What are you doing here? - Laura asked me to come.
- Do you know who I am? - Of course I know who you are.
- Do you think I am stupid? - No, no.
- How did you get in? - I got the key.
- Gimme your hand. Can you go down? - Can you hold me?
- Yes, I... - You don't seem strong.
I can, don't you worry. Come.
Give me your hand. Let go.
There you go.
You grew a mustache.
Yes.
I love how it looks on you.
Franco!
Franquito!
What are you doing, Alicia?
What is that?
It's Franco's collar.
I press here, and it makes a sound.
What?
I can't hear anything.
Close the door, the rain will get in.
Franquito?
Franco.
Shitty little dog.
Always nagging me. Always a nuisance.
Thunders scare him, but in the end,
he always comes back to bug me.
Is it juicy?
Yes, yes.
- Aren't you eating? - I already ate. Thank you.
I am not eating by myself.
I'm fine as is, thanks.
I won't be able to finish this.
- I'll give you some. - I'm good. Honestly.
Why not?
Do I make you sick?
No. No. How could you...? No.
Then come. Come here, by my side,
and have some!
I had never seen you in a suit.
Did you wear it to come see me?
No, no. I had a...
I had a work thing.
How did it go?
- Fine. - It went awful.
You fucked it up.
Today's not your day.
And you had to take care for your ex-mother-in-law.
- It's Laura. - Put her on speaker.
Come again?
Put her on speaker, please. I would like to talk to her.
- Hi, Pepo. - Hi, sweetie!
Mom, are you kidding me? Now you have Pedro's phone?
I have nothing. Calm down, child.
Right. You are on speaker.
Hi, Pedro. How's everything going?
Good. Nice and quiet.
Eating, drinking some wine.
Are you drinking wine, Mom?
No, no. No. He is.
I'm not drinking wine, I'm drinking sparkling water.
She's drinking sparkling water. I am drinking wine.
- Are you protecting her, Pedro? - No, no.
- No, I... - Don't be stupid. She can't.
Mom, when was the last time that you took your pill?
I don't know.
- What? - I can't remember!
Okay. Pedro, listen.
She must take one now, and then one every twelve hours.
It's in the cabinet with the sewing kit.
Go now. Get up and get them.
They are small and light-blue with a stripe in the middle.
- Where? - First drawer!
What if I don't want them?
What will your boyfriend do? Force me?
- Mom, he's not my boyfriend. - I won't, but we can take it calmly,
- with some OJ. - Yes, take the pill, Mom.
Remember what Matilde said about the black hole.
Every time you mention the black hole,
I think of an asshole.
Pedro, call me later, alone, so we can talk more.
Yes, Lau. Sure.
- Thank you. - You're welcome!
Too much noise in that little head of hers.
How did you put up with her for so long?
She was a fine kisser. Good kisses.
She got it from Ernesto, her father.
He was also a fine kisser. I wasn't.
I am too clumsy at kissing. Too impatient.
I either kiss too much or too little.
My other husband made fun of me. He said I kissed like a fish.
- I didn't know you were married twice. - No. I never married Ernesto.
I was only married once.
When I was very young.
To César.
My César.
The most important man in my life.
And the meanest one.
The meanest in the world...
My César.
Please. The pill, Alicia.
Please, Alicia.
You know what I like to be called.
See I haven't lost my accent?
It's for you.
No... It's not necessary.
It used to turn you on. Didn't it?
You got horny when I talked to you like this.
- Enough. What you're talking about? - César...
I am not César. I am Pe...
No. You're confused. I have nothing to do with this.
Take your meds, Alicia,
or I'll leave and you'll be alone.
Leave!
Leave! Do whatever you want!
You always leave!
Do whatever you want. As usual!
You always do what you want!
No, she didn't have any alcohol.
- I don't think so, no. - Good.
Listen. For a second, she had me confused with someone else.
- Who? César? - César, right.
- Do you know him? - I have no idea who he is.
She mentioned him earlier today.
She told me they were married.
Married to him? No, she only got married to dad.
I think he's real.
- He's a real person from what she says. - She's delusional.
That's it. I'll send her to a home.
- Fuck off with her. - Maybe...
- I want to kill her. - I don't know, Lau.
Thank God you are there.
- Listen... Hello? - Wait. Stop. Stop.
- Hi, Pedro! - Hi, Ele! Hey! How are you?
- We are at a motel. - Yes.
- I miss you. - Huh?
- I miss you! - Me too. Me too, kiddo.
- I lost both my front teeth. - Both?
- Yes, both. - Really?
- Twice the money! - Congratulations!
But I don't like the tooth fairy to go under my pillow.
Well, it's a good fairy.
- Give my grandma a kiss. - Don't be scared.
Put your Mom on.
Hello. Hello, hello.
Old bitch.
Who were you talking to?
Alicia...
Tell me the truth.
You were just on the phone.
Who was that?
What happened? Take this off me.
Alicia.
I know you, César.
You would do anything just to get your way.
You would even turn me in.
Were you talking to your friends?
Fuck. What are you talking about?
Did you know I was a metropolitan youth champion?
Tell me the truth. It will be easier that way.
I told you the truth already. Call Laura. Call Laura and ask her.
It was her. She asked me to come over,
I came to look after you!
I don't believe you, César.
No! No!
- Such nasty screams. - Bitch! You bitch! Bitch!
How dramatic, I barely touched you.
Help!
You bitch!
- No yelling in this house. - No!
- You cunt! - Were they your cop pals,
- or your military pals? - I'm Pedro Brussone, please!
You are crazy! Let me go!
Tell me the truth.
Fine, fine. Fine. I'm César. I'm César.
You caught me, I'm César.
Who were you talking with?
With my friends. My police friends. But I didn't...
I didn't tell them anything. I told them nothing, I swear.
Do you still like to read?
I used to like it when you got drunk
and read to me.
We read bits of Faust, The Divine Comedy...
almost everything by Walt Whitman.
While you read,
I got undressed.
And then I undressed you.
I wanted you to get hard.
And I touched you. And I kissed you.
But we now know what happens when you get drunk.
You preferred whiskey and books.
And resisted these!
I always wondered about you, César...
Are you queer?
It's not an insult.
But I would like to know because it would explain a lot.
Look what I did.
Are you?
No, I'm not. I'm not a homosexual.
I would have liked you to say you were.
I would've let you go.
- I am a homosexual. - I don't believe you.
I am a homosexual, Alicia!
You make it sound like a disease.
No, I didn't say that.
"Queer" is nicer,
"fag" is too aggressive, and 'fairy' is too queer.
Fine. I am queer. I am a fairy.
Please let me go, Alicia.
You are not queer.
You are an impotent, proud,
and selfish man!
For fuck's sake, Alicia.
You made me feel guilty for not getting pregnant.
But how could I get pregnant from that limp little dick?
I tried hard to get something good out of it.
I worked real hard.
Well, I did what I could.
Luckily Laura came along, 'cause you'd managed to scare me.
Where did I leave my glasses?
Oh! Look, César!
We did this play at school.
Before I met you.
I was the main character. It was very successful.
You play Creon.
I'll be right back.
You are the King. You are my father-in-law.
An awful father-in-law.
I might not remember the lines.
If I forget, help me, okay?
I will ask you to let me go, so that I can read, Alicia.
What for?
So that I can express myself.
Don't try to fuck with me, César.
You can express yourself perfectly.
From "Don't you realize..."
"Don't you realize, foolish woman, that your happiness is at stake?"
"My happiness?
What happiness do you foresee for little Antigone?
What nasty deeds shall I have to do
before I can sink my teeth into life and tear happiness from it!
To whom shall I have to lie? Upon whom shall I have to fawn?
Whom do you want me to leave dying while I turn away my eyes?
"You are crazy!
You don't know what you're saying. Quiet!"
"Why do you want to silence me?
Because you know I am right.
You know I am right!
But you will never admit it,
you defend your happiness like a dog crouching over a bone.
"Yours and mine, yes. You fool!"
"All of you make me sick.
Praising happiness and whatnot.
Loving life whatever the cost.
Like dogs that lick whatever they find.
I want it all.
Now.
Every last bit.
Or else,
I want nothing at all.
I want to have everything today
and have it be as lovely as it was when I was a little girl.
Otherwise I'd rather die."
I, I... I would clap. I can't.
When I was young, I used to always want to do things.
I wanted to dance!
You, however,
you wanted to hurt me.
- Hurting me turned you on. - No.
Alicia. Alicia, please. I'm not César.
I am Pedro Brussone. Your daughter Laura's ex-boyfriend.
We lived here in this house during the two-week renovation.
Laura, little Elena, you and I were here.
They were tough weeks. We argued. Remember?
Please, release me.
You need to take your meds, Alicia.
You have to take your meds and let me go.
Stop acting foolish!
Alicia!
I am Pedro Brussone! That is the truth!
Shall we play true or false?
I'll tell you something
and you decide whether it's true or not.
If you get it right three times, you win.
I'll let you go.
But if you get it wrong three times, you lose,
and I'll cut off your finger.
We've done this before.
We have played this game.
- Don't you remember? - No.
You cut me.
No. No, no, no, no. I didn't do anything.
You cut off two of my fingers.
Is that true or a lie?
You're lying.
Did you forget?
Or did you not want to remember?
Strike one. Point for me.
You must remember this other story I will tell you.
It was the neighbors' kid.
He was five.
We used to play, laugh...
I wanted him to stay with me,
with us,
and you agreed, you said we could keep him.
But he...
He didn't want to.
And so you...
You covered his mouth so he wouldn't scream.
And when you moved your hand...
You took him to the back of the garden.
I cried and I cried and I cried.
The next day,
the neighbors came looking for their son.
It was raining, just as it is now.
Her hair was wet.
Graciela was her name.
Remember her?
Graciela.
They didn't accuse us of anything.
They just wanted to know if we had seen him.
And you came back from the kitchen holding a knife...
I don't know why you reacted that way.
It all happened very fast. I helped you.
Together, we took them to the garden.
We ended up covered in mud.
Those days,
nobody asked any questions.
People just vanished,
and that was it.
Your police friends helped us.
Were they in the police or the army?
There was no investigation.
Nobody asked anything.
Afterwards,
you said the best would be to split up.
That we had to so as not to make any more mistakes.
And you left there and then.
This story,
is it true...
or is it false?
It is true.
Good.
You get a point.
One-all.
My eyes are black and grey. True or false?
Bitch.
Answer or I will burn you with the poker again.
My eyes are black and grey. Is it true or is it false?
Don't you dare peek!
True.
You don't remember the color of my eyes.
My eyes are green and brown, depending on the light.
Yes. Yes. Green and brown, like Laura's. Right.
We dated for three years.
I lived with Laura and Elena.
During that time, Elena and I were like father and daughter.
I am Pedro...
Fine. Enough playing around. I am César.
I am César and I have spent all these years thinking of you.
I spent all these years thinking about you because I love you.
I love you, Alicia. And I would like to...
give you a hug, but I can't.
Now we'll do it the other way around.
Let's change the rules a bit.
I'll tell you whether it's true or false.
Tell me that you love me again as you look into my eyes.
And this time make me believe it.
I love you, Alicia.
Again.
I love you, Alicia.
I don't buy it. You're lying.
- No, it is true! - You lost. You lost.
- Strike three. You lose! - It's true, Alicia!
Alicia, it's true! Listen to me!
Alicia, it's true! I love you!
Alicia, I love you!
Alicia!
Can you hear me?
What is that?
Help!
Please. What is that?
No, no, no. What is that? No!
No, no, Alicia. No, no.
No, no.
Fuck.
I'll be right back.
Alicia!
Alicia, I love you! Did you hear me?
This one doesn't count! It doesn't count!
Give me one more chance, Alicia! Please!
I love you, Alicia!
Alicia! Alicia, listen to me! I love you!
I love you, Alicia!
No, no, no.
I love you, Alicia. Alicia.
Alicia, please.
Look at me. Look at me.
Not that. No, no, no, no.
No, no, no! No. Alicia, no, please.
This is too... No. Not that.
What are you doing? Wait.
Please. Listen, listen.
No, no, no, no! Alicia...
Alicia, no, no!
No, no, no, no.
- Alicia. Alicia. - What? What is it?
No, no, no, no!
Alicia, please! No, no, no, no!
No, No, No, No!
No! No! No! No!
No!
I am Pedro Brussone!
I am Pedro Brusso...
It's your fault.
What is?
You talked about bad things to her.
- When? - In the car.
I thought you were asleep.
You talked about César.
I haven't dreamt of him in a while. Now I'll have nightmares because of you.
But how? Do you know him?
That summer we moved in, Grandma introduced me to him.
What do you mean?
Elena...
What is César like?
Old,
he has a big nose,
a mustache,
and he's mean.
Why do you say he was mean?
Grandma told me so. She didn't want me to be alone with him.
I'm scared he's come back.
I want to call Grandma.
Fine.
Don't just say "fine". I want to call her right now.
It's three in the morning. We can't call at this hour.
We haven't spoken to her in a while. C'mon, what's the big deal?
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon.
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon.
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon.
C'mon. C'mon. C'mon. Please.
Fine.
You've reached...
We got the machine.
She must be asleep.
Try Pedro.
...leave your message...
If you want, we can call again in a bit.
Okay.
Ele...
Tell me about your dream.
I dreamt of the lagoon.
There were some women at the beach.
Alone, separated from each other,
Like Grandma, like you.
Like me.
Without sisters.
Then I realize that the dream is lasting too long.
And when they are very long, they turn into nightmares.
Monsters arose from the lagoon.
They were horrible.
The ugliest one had César's face.
And he just stared at me
and he gave me an order.
Bite me.
I dreamt I was a little girl
and I was dragged by a monster with your face.
I screamed,
but I couldn't move.
And then,
we were here, you and I.
You were still tied to the armchair,
but because you wanted to.
You could free yourself whenever you wanted.
You stand in front of me.
You seem angry.
Like you want to hit me,
but instead...
Then I realize that the dream is lasting too long,
that it will turn into a nightmare.
Graciela.
Pedro?
Yes, Alicia.
What are you doing there?
Free me, please. Help me, please. Please.
Yes, of course. Yes, of course.
- Help me. - Yes, of course.
Of course, my dear. What happened to you? Goodness.
What happened? You are hurt.
Yes. Yes, I am hurt.
I need to go to the toilet, please.
- Let me go, free me, let me go. - Right.
- Yes.
Let's see here...
I really need to go.
Thank you, thank you.
Thank you. Heaven's sake.
This padlock is from my Hungarian suitcase,
the one I use for getaways.
Where are the keys?
Where did I put the keys?
Yes. Focus, Alicia. Where did you put the keys?
It's a very small key...
- Alicia... - ...that needs replacing.
I can't hold much longer.
I need to go to the toilet. Think.
Where did you last see the keys?
- Where? - In my bedroom!
In the chest with the other keys.
Now go. Go get them. Go.
Go now. Now.
Now. Now. Go.
Get the keys and come back.
There you go.
...And come back.
Get the keys...
Get the keys and come back.
Get the keys to the padlock and come back.
Come back.
Get the keys to the padlock and come back.
The keys. And come back.
The...
Get the keys to the padlock and come back.
The keys!
The keys...
and come back.
Bring the keys...
Get the keys to the padlock and come back here, Alicia!
Help!
Hel...
What?
Alicia.
What?
The keys.
Right. The keys.
Please. Please, please let me go.
P... please. Let me go.
Please. Let me go.
You can't fool me, César.
No. No, no. I am not César.
I'm Pedro. At least, let me go to the toilet. One second.
You are a lousy actor.
You peed on my pine floor.
If you don't let me go,
I'll take a dump on your pine floor.
No peeing on my pine floor!
Fuck!
No, no, no, no.
No!
Stop it! Stop it! No, no.
César...
I can't leave you alone for five minutes.
No, no, no, no, no.
Hold still.
I can't move, Alicia.
Shut up.
No, no. What are you doing? Alicia...
What are you doing?
Alicia.
No. No.
No.
Metropolitan youth...
Alicia, no... No!
...champion!
I'm Ramiro, from the real state agency, remember we have a visit tomorrow.
This is Ramiro, remember we have a visit this afternoon.
We can not reschedule, so...
Alicia, Ramiro again...
See you in a little while. Could you tidy up the house, please?
Pick up the books... Well...
Franco!
Franquito! Supper!
Franquito!
Franco!
César?
Hi, Alicia. How are you?
I'm Ramiro, the realtor. This is Victoria. We're here to see the house.
Hi. How are you?
- Give me two minutes. Please. - Of course.
Yes, yes.
- Is the lady okay? - We spoke yesterday, she was fine.
It also has a basement, but we can't go down.
Why not?
Because she says she has paintings of herself naked.
- No. Really? Pictures? - Yes.
Come on in.
Please.
Excuse me.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Picture it with brighter colors.
Eggshell, Ivory... or even white.
I wouldn't shy away from white.
- Look at that! - It's the pièce de résistance.
It was shipped here around the beginning of last century
by a French artist. He worked very hard.
Unbelievable.
- It is gorgeous. - I could stare at it all day.
Impressive, yes.
Indeed.
Pine floors. The floors are original.
It's a mess now, but if you polish it, it will be good as new.
The park is huge. The trees are hundreds of years old.
What is this?
How long has it been like this?
How many times did I offer to help you fix it?
The contractor keeps canceling on me.
Let's go upstairs.
You could even have a pet room.
No. Upstairs? I don't think so.
Kids love it.
With so many rooms, it could be for a pet or more kids.
- Right. - I don't know.
- This house needs to be filled. - Yeah.
Go ahead with Alicia. I'll take the call and join you.
Can you hear me?
- I'll take a look. - Right.
What's the neighborhood like?
What do you mean?
Is it safe, is it quiet?
Very safe. And very quiet.
Did you ever have a break in?
Here? Never.
It's okay.
What is it, my love?
Can you hear me?
It's okay...
It's okay... What is it, my love?
It's okay.
Maybe she is uncomfortable there?
Yes, maybe. This is a bit...
out of place. Could you hold this for a second?
And could you...
- Yes, yes. - That's it.
So that I can fix the...
Could you hold her, please? Just a sec.
Yes.
- There we go. - Hi!
Good. Very good.
There we go. It's okay.
- Victoria? - Could you watch her just a sec? I'll...
Yes?
Hi.
What we were discussing earlier... There is no shade.
- There is no shade. Look. - Yes.
There is no shade. That is not usual. No dark spots.
Right.
You can move the books,
you can check the fire place.
- Maybe you find it old-fashioned. - Maybe.
- Just a sec, please. - Yes, sure. No worries.
No, no.
Okay. How was she?
- She's a good girl. - Yes?
Good job, my love. Here we go.
- Give me a second, I'll be right with you. - Right.
Listen to me, Alicia.
Damp walls, a hole on the floor...
If you need us to fix it, just tell us.
I can manage on my own.
And I won't let you come into my home and scold me
- about my floors. - Fine. Fine.
My pine floor.
Hear that, César?
Franquito, come with Mom!
- Franco? - Alicia...
Franquito?
Alicia!
Franco?
Alicia!
Franquito!
No. What happened?
No. No, no. What happened?
What did you do to Franquito, Alicia?
No. I didn't...
Yes. Did you take the car for a spin?
Went for a drive in the Mercedes?
A drive in the Mercedes...
But... I didn't see him.
You hit him. Poor... You hit Franquito.
No.
- Yes. You hit him. - No.
This dog was always all over me...
Always bothering me.
We need to hide him now.
Now. Bury him now. Before Laura gets here, please.
They will be here any minute. Go now. To the garden.
To the backyard. The garden. Now.
We need to...
turn on the lights.
And...
We'll play a little game.
No, no, no, no. For god's sake, Alicia.
- Alicia. - I'll tell you a story,
if you get it right three times, you win,
and I'll let you go.
But if you get it wrong three times, you lose,
and you'll lose a finger.
No. Not again.
No. No, no, please.
My eyes are black and grey, true or false?
Don't you dare peek.
False. Your eyes are brown or green,
depending on the light.
Well done. You remember.
Point for you. First guess.
This...
We have played this game before.
And you cut two of my fingers off.
- Is it true or is it false? - True.
Very well done.
Second guess. Another point for you.
You must remember this.
It was the neighbors' kid.
I used to play with him, we laughed...
and I didn't want him to leave,
and you said we could keep him.
Yes, yes. Keep him.
But he...
didn't want to.
And you...
covered his mouth.
Yes, yes. So that he wouldn't scream.
And when you took your hand off his face...
I was crying.
The following day, his parents came over asking for him.
- It was raining, like now. - Her hair was wet.
What was her name?
Graciela.
You know her name perfectly well.
Yes. The parents were asking if we knew where the boy was.
Yes. So, you?
I went to the kitchen and came back holding a knife.
- Yes. - It happened very fast.
- There was so much... - Blood. Blood everywhere.
We buried them in the garden.
Next to the boy.
We were covered up in mud.
At that time, nobody asked questions.
- People just vanished... - And nobody asked.
My military friends helped us.
From the police or the army?
The army.
And I then realized, that night...
that we couldn't be together. That we had to split up.
- You said we had to split up... - Because if stayed together,
we might have done it again. We might have done it again.
So...
Okay.
Release me. Let me go.
I won. I won.
It's my third guess.
I won.
You always made me feel like one of those abused kids
who think everything that happens to them is their fault.
I'm sorry.
Forgive me, Alicia.
Alicia...
When you call me "Alicia",
you make me feel old.
Call what I liked to be called.
Tell me...
Say it to me just one time,
and I'll let you go.
Yes... What?
What was it?
- B... - B...
Bi...
Bitch.
No.
Bite me.
That's what you used to tell me.
- Bite me. - Bite me.
You told me
that you spied on the neighbors having sex.
And you could hear Graciela moaning...
And you asked me to talk like Graciela.
When you grabbed my ass,
you thought of Graciela's ass.
And when you had me by the neck,
you thought of Graciela's neck.
Tell me.
- Bite me. - Tell me.
Bite me.
- Enough. Enough, Alicia. - Bite me.
- Enough. Enough, Alicia.
- Bite me. - No, no, no.
- Bite me. - No. Alicia, stop it! No!
Alicia, stop it!
Look, I can't believe it!
César, you are getting hard!
Alicia, stop! Stop, stop! Stop, please!
No, no, no, no. Alicia, stop!
Enough, enough, enough. No, no, no.
- No. - Bite me.
Laura is coming. Please, stop!
- Bite me. - No, no, no, no.
- No, Alicia. - Bite me.
No, no, no, no. No, no.
Alicia, please.
No, no, no, no.
No!
No, no, no, no.
Stop it! Stop it!
No! No!
No!
No.
It was nice while it lasted.
It's okay.
I love you.
Help!
There's a crazy old lady!
Graciela...
Alicia?
Pedro?
Hello?
Anyone?
Mom?
Hello?
Pepo! What happened? What happened?
What happened? Alicia!
I'm here. I'm here. I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry. Sorry! Yes. - Take this off me!
The keys to the padlock.
- Are you all right? Where? - Open it.
Here?
Leave!
- Leave my house! - For fuck's sake. You did this?
Your mom's crazy. Tell her who I am.
Give me that.
Tell her I'm not César.
Give it to me.
Give me that, Alicia.
Don't play dumb. What the fuck is wrong with you?
I'll kill you.
I will kill you.
Give it to me!
Give... Give it to me!
You've always been a black hole.
Die, Graciela!
No!
Die already.
No! No!
No!
César?
What have you done?
Fucking bitch!
César! No!
Help!
Pedro?
Hang on, Laura.
César...
Pedro...
You've always been a piece of shit, César.
Mom?
Mom...
Mom?
Where are we going?
Elena?
Where are we going?
Weren't you traveling?
Yes, but I came back.
What happened to you, Grandma? Where's Mom?
Mom?
What did you do, Grandma?
Where are you going?
Don't leave me alone.
Don't follow me.
Move on!
C'mon! I don't have all day!
I need to get home! Move on, please!
Come on!