Biutiful Page #2

Is that clear?

Okay, moving on...

October and November.

Next time they pay late,

they're f***ed.

Clear?

Or should I translate?

Daddy's home!

- Mom picked us up from school barefoot.

I took my shoes off too.

Well?

- Well what?

Why weren't you home?

- I can't be in two places at once.

Mom's making spaghetti.

Turn off the TV.

Sit down and eat.

Why is the shower on?

None of your shirts was ironed.

Neat way to iron, huh?

Coming to eat?

Lili called, she was worried.

We agreed that you would call

if you wanted to pick up the kids.

Sorry, but a client canceled.

Then call my cell!

Want some frittata?

It has apple in it.

It's like a potato frittata, but juicier,

and sweet. I bought it from Miguel.

Won't you eat something?

- No, I'm not hungry, honey.

Miguel's daughter told me

that they were out driving...

yesterday, when a motorbike cut them off

like a goddamned maniac.

So Miguel yelled: "Die, you idiot!"

Five minutes later, they saw the

bike lying on the road--

and the rider was completely crushed

in a pool of blood.

Miguel was so shaken

that he drove to the hospital.

I don't get why he was shocked. If anyone

did something like that to me...

Quiet, Maramba, enough already.

If you could stop talking,

maybe you'd get hungry.

Please put out your cigarette.

And take your foot off the table

while were eating.

Do you want to stay

and watch a movie, Mom?

It's late, sweetie.

If I don't say anything, how can I get you

to stop taking them to funerals?

Telepathy? That's why Mateo still

wets the bed.

I haven't taken them in a long time.

That's not what they say.

Just because you have custody...

Are you here to see the children,

or to interrogate them?

Mom, the spaghetti's tasteless.

You almost finished it anyway.

- Go.

Leave now.

Let us eat in peace.

I'd better go.

See you, sweetheart.

Be good, sweetheart.

Marambra...

Sorry. You did good.

I did good?

- Yes.

I don't need your praise.

I'm not a dog.

You turned the kids against me.

- No, Maramba, you do that yourself.

It's like it bothers you

to see me happy.

It's only with you that I find it hard

to be myself, and feel good.

Do you remember what happened

the last time you felt good?

Should I remind you?

You don't need to remind me.

Why are you laughing?

At least I laugh.

And I like seeing people smile.

I'm happy if I'm happy

and depressed if I'm depressed.

I just wanted to...

I love you.

I love you, I said.

Yes, me too.

You don't have any money on you?

A little more?

- No.

Maybe, now that you're selling the grave...

- Who told you that?

Tito.

- When did you see him?

Don't start, please. I gave him

a massage. He had a sore lower back.

It's not a grave, it's a niche.

But...

Nobody told me to fast.

Maybe...

it threw off the results.

No, sorry.

Fasting is merely a formality.

What now?

- Excuse me?

How...

I would like to know

what's going to happen.

It depends on how your body

responds to chemotherapy.

In your case,

it's been so long--

that it has metastasized from

prostate to bone and liver.

Which means...

But how long?

Roughly how long?

With medical treatment

we can maintain your quality of life--

for a few months.

Months?

Dad, I learned a trick.

Think of a country

that starts with D.

Dad, look at me.

Ready?

- Yes.

Now think of an animal

that starts with I.

Hippopotamus doesn't start with I.

Are you ready?

- Yes.

You're guaranteed to be thinking

of iguana and Denmark.

How'd you know?

Dad, how do you spell

"beautiful"?

Just the way it sounds.

- As in?

Biu-ti-ful.

No, it's nothing, don't worry.

Just get the kids,

and take them home to your place.

I don't know.

Until I'm released.

In a couple of days, probably.

Times are hard.

We'll stop making bags

and copying movies.

You were right.

Construction is good business.

The laborers will keep working

for Mendoza.

Pay them what we agreed.

You won't regret it.

We lend a helping hand...

and it's safer for us, too.

Do you understand? There's lots of money to be made.

Uxbal asked me for money

for heaters in the warehouse.

People shouldn't freeze in the basement.

Okay, I'll see what I can do.

Where are you going?

I gotta go home.

You came to blows

over to a negro?

How much was bail?

I'll pay it back,

as fast as I can.

Never mind. I'll take it from the money

we get for Dad's niche.

It's all set?

We just sign the papers

from the cemetery, and we get the money.

But first we have to cremate him.

Then we do what we want.

We can bury him in the urn with

Mom's ashes, and save money.

Have a look at these.

Careful, it's Dad's papers.

How are the Chinese at the site?

Mendoza's freaking out.

Most of them don't know

a damn thing about construction.

None of them speaks Spanish,

and they all look like alike.

Did you tell Marambra

about the cemetery?

No.

Well...

She called me a while ago. She called

trying to get a hold of you, or something...

but I didn't tell her anything.

I haven't seen her in a long time.

Uxbal.

Take it.

It's not necessary.

- I need to know what my son said.

The day before the accident

we'd quarreled.

It's the last thing I...

Your son died in peace.

He was scared so I helped him.

He told me

where he had hidden your watch.

Where?

Behind a leg, under his bed.

Yes.

I'm terribly sorry. Really.

Who is it?

- It's me.

I thought you were coming by tomorrow.

- I was nearby, so...

Come in.

Thanks for helping with the kids.

I can take them now...

Quiet.

The kids are sleeping.

- What did you tell them?

That you were with your brother.

That it was something to do with work.

I'll get them tomorrow

before they leave for school, okay?

You're welcome to stay here.

I can make coffee or tea.

There's also wine.

Don't look at me like that.

I swear, I haven't started drinking.

I opened the bottle for a friend.

You remember Laura?

Here you go.

Thank you.

Did they hurt you?

- No, I'm okay.

Ana told me about something

she'd dreamed.

You came home to the apartment,

and the bedroom was filled with sand.

Like a dune, which piled up

almost to the ceiling.

You climbed on top and began to dig...

- I'm leaving.

I asked her where Mateo was.

She didn't know...

but she thought

he lay buried under the sand.

Why are you leaving?

Stay here.

I think

you will look at me differently.

It's probably not a good idea.

We both know what will happen.

- There is room for all of us here.

You can see the ocean from the kitchen.

Then we'll have breakfast together,

like in the old days.

I'll make you toast with eggs...

Be quiet for a moment.

- The children need me.

They can't wake up to a

different father every weekend.

Always dredging up that crap.

It's not just about the kids.

I need you.

I haven't relapsed once

in five months.

Give me a chance, my love.

You've said the same thing

so many times.

I haven't been manic for a long time.

I'm different now, I promise.

Are you taking your pills?

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