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could do such a thing.

Your own flesh and blood.

Son of a b*tch.

Lay one finger on me

and even the fiish will know.

What do you want?

- Are you a fag?

- No.

- Gay?

- No.

- Homosexual? Bisexual?

- No. No.

No.

Then why not go to a f***ing

Dominican girl masseuse

like everyone else?

- I won't explain myself to you.

No? How about to Mom?

I'll kick you out.

I don't care, Dad.

I don't want to live in a house

where everything's a f***ing lie.

Will you stop going?

It doesn't look like it.

Dad, does that look like

your signature to you?

You've got Alzheimer's,

not Parkinson's.

It's not Alzheimer's,

it's vascular dementia.

How did it go with Paula?

Fine.

Fine? That's all you have to say?

- Don't start.

- Can't anybody talk around here?

You know what this is?

No.

It's called an authorized

signature card.

Even though it's not a card,

it's paper.

It authorizes you to withdraw

money from an account.

Or make a deposit.

- Whose authorization?

- Dad's.

I told you, his account's empty.

His pension goes to me.

Jorge.

Dad has another account.

A savings account.

You were too little to remember,

but when we came to Madrid

Mom insisted

we take out a life insurance policy.

She thought this was

the Bronx or something.

Then it happened...

I remembered, but I didn't know if

the policy was valid, how much it was,

or if Dad had collected.

And he did.

He collected.

I assume he didn't tell you.

How much is it?

It wasn't much at fiirst,

but Dad stuck it in the bank...

Seven years without touching it,

and now it's 100,000 euros.

If he signs this,

it's ours.

How long have you known?

I didn't know, I suspected.

That's not suspicion.

Either you know or you don't.

Why didn't you tell me?

Yeah, right.

So you could keep it.

But hey, great news, right?

We could use it.

- It's not yours.

- Of course not.

It's for the two of us.

The two of us?

It's mine.

Mine and Dad's.

What does he need it for?

We'll put him in a home.

He'd have given it to me,

you hear?

He'd have given it to me.

Really? He'd have given it to you?

Then why didn't he?

Why didn't he?

Let's ask him. Dad.

Why didn't you give Jorge the money?

- He's the bastard, not me.

- Leave him alone!

To bed without supper,

both of you.

I'm sorry, Jorge.

I'm sorry.

I've been f***ing selfish.

I needed to believe

there was something

waiting for me when I got out.

That I didn't have to start over,

at my age.

Especially now,

with Paula and what

the future may bring.

You understand, don't you?

You're going to be a dad.

Paula's pregnant.

Will you forgive me?

What for?

For everything I haven't told you.

What will you do now?

I don't know.

Figure something out.

You're old enough

to have an idea.

Yeah, but sometimes people

are late in realizing.

When did you realize, Dad?

Realize what?

Did you realize all at once,

or did it happen separately?

I mean,

did you think:

"I like massages"?

"I like hand-jobs"? "I like men"?

Separately, like that?

Shut up, Israel.

Orwas it all at once?

You thought:

"I like men giving me massages

with hand-jobs."

Israel, please, stop.

You want me to stop?

What about him?

Shut up.

Keep eating.

Antonio.

Come here, my love.

I won't squeeze too tight,

it'll fall out.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

We made it.

Let's celebrate.

- Did you talk to Jorge?

- Barely.

He's so quiet.

He never says anything.

I ask him, but it bothers him.

He's ashamed, he won't talk...

Then I start thinking about sh*t

and I get all paranoid.

We may be brothers,

but we're totally different.

Let me see.

- It's easy to take off.

- Wait.

It's okay.

You can have sex

when you're pregnant.

I know, it's not that.

It isn't that.

Then what is it?

Why did you bring me here?

We can't be together.

That's news. You've been saying that

since we were kids.

Yeah, but now it's different.

Why?

I was afraid before.

I thought we were on different paths

and that sooner or later

you'd blow me off.

- And now?

Now I don't just think so.

I'm totally convinced

it will happen.

There's another girl.

She's in there.

She works in the prison?

We can start a business.

I always wanted a video store.

We'll open one.

What?

You don't even know my plans.

You should have told me.

That's not my fault.

Of course it isn't.

Then f*** the video store.

What do you want to do?

Antonio, open a video store

if you want.

If you want a tattoo,

get one.

- Right.

But you don't want to.

No.

What do you want?

What do you want?

I'm right here.

Waiting to hearwhat the f***

it is you want...

and give it to you.

What do you want?

She needs me.

That's not enough.

It is for me.

It is for now.

There must be something more.

It can't be just that.

With you I feel like

a hand-me-down.

I can't help it.

With her everything's new.

It's about time.

What is?

That you surprised me.

- What are you doing?

- Dad will kick me out.

I'll save him the trouble.

- I won't let him.

- It's okay, I don't want to stay.

I don't understand why you do.

Come with me, Mom.

Please.

Or between the two of us

we can throw him out.

I already knew about your dad.

Well, I imagined something worse.

I didn't know he was

only getting massages

with hand-jobs.

This sucks.

No.

It sucked before.

When your dad was

always bitter and made

my life hell.

- Have you talked to him?

I don't need to.

He's learned to live with it.

And so have I.

- Now it's your turn.

- What the f*** is this, a sect?

- Afamily.

- And that's it?

That's it.

Up the butthole.

I wouldn't use that expression.

If you tell anyone,

I'll kick you out

myself.

- Jorge knows.

I trust Jorge.

Where's Jorge?

I don't know.

What's Paula going to do

when she gets out?

Get a B.A. In Language Studies.

Although she'd rather do

social work.

Help women in her same situation.

Say that again...

Get a B.A. In Language Studies.

Though she'd rather...

What did I say?

What did I say?

I said only to f*** her.

Just what I needed.

Dude...

take it easy.

Does that suit

mean that much to you?

It's not the suit,

it's what it means.

What does it mean?

Not always feeling like

there's something in between.

In between what?

Me and what I want.

Why that one?

Because I see it every day.

And it's nice.

And no one ever buys it.

They keep marking it down

and it's still there.

- Jorge.

- What?

Why don't you ever let me

buy you stuff?

I'd like to get it for you

as a gift.

You're like a girlfriend to me.

But without sex,

or even wanting it.

I have to get that suit by myself.

You have no money.

I don't want to buy it.

Not anymore.

What do you want to do?

Can we trade places?

Does this thing have an airbag?

No.

- Where are you going?

- To a job interview.

- Another one?

- Yeah.

Where'd you get the suit?

I don't want Mom's money.

I wasn't going to give it to you.

I know, but I still don't want it.

You keep it.

Of course I will.

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