Broken Embraces Page #2

I'm going to dictate a letter.

Yes, I'm on my way.

Hi, Lena.

Good morning.

The letter is for the Ministrer of Industry.

Right...

Dear Antonio:
I have the pleasure...

Excuse me, sorry...

Are you feeling all right?

Yes, yes.

I have the pleasure of telling you that shortly

I will receive a comission from Venezuela...

Sorry.

Why don't you tell me what's happening?

I'm sure I can help you.

My father is very sick. He's being discharged

today and I'd like to go and pick him up in the hospital.

Of course.

What does he have?

He has a cancer in the stomach,

with metastasis.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Where's dad?

He's inside, waiting.

I can't believe

that they have kicked you out, like that

that they have let you out

like dogs.

Wasn't he going to be operated this week

by Dr. lvarez de la Torre?

Of course, that is what it was supposed to be!

He arranged a meeting this morning to

tell us that he was being discharged.

I asked him what he meant.

He says:
"Ah, very easy.

It's july and I'm off on holidays".

What do you mean on holidays?

I said:
"Are we being kicked out?".

And he said:
"No, madam, I'm discharging him

so he can go home".

"But, as he is how, what do I do with him at

home? He said:
"That is a problem of yours".

He added:
"I'm off on holidays".

He is dying! I told him.

"Then let him die relaxedly

in his home", he answered.

But you can't have him being tortured for 20 days

with the tests to operate him and leave him like that...

(Whispers) Girls, have you forgotten about me?

Don't say such rot, dad!

Nobody could ever forget about you!

Let's do it slowly.

What a pleasure to go out, isn't it?

Let's go home...

Come on, I'll put the bags in.

(Whispers) You are at home. What a pleasure...

I'll bring you the "Sosegn".

Yes.

Rest...

Mum, I'm going. I've got to do plenty

of stuff... Ok?

Ok, darling.

If anything happens, you call me, anytime.

I'll come tomorrow morning, ok?

Thank you.

It's ok, mum.

Be careful.

Madame Milene?

Hi, it's Severine.

Severine! How long!

I'm glad to hear you.

I need money.

When?

Well, now! I've got the weekend off.

On weekdays I'm very busy.

I'll see what I can do for you, darling.

Can I call you tonight if I

find something?

Yes, yes, of course.

I await your call.

(Phone)

Yes?

Severine?

Who is this?

I'm phoning on behalf of Madame Milene.

(they recognize their voices) You have the wrong number,

sir. Here doesn't live any Severine.

I must have dialled the wrong number.

Sorry.

The slices, madame.

Thank you, Alex.

(Phone)

Hi. Has he called you yet?

(off) Who?

The customer! Who is it going to be?

But... How dare you to give my

number away?

I couldn't reject.

Things can't be done this way!

Are you mad or what?

He knows everything about you. And I haven't told him a thing,

he found out on his own.

He knows you did your attempts as actress

and that some times... you have acted for me...

Months ago he make me promise that, if you were to get

in touch with me again, I'd call him.

I couldn't refuse, he is my best customer.

(Hangs)

(Phone)

Yes?

Magdalena, daughter!

Mum! How is dad?

Very bad. We've had a terrible night

He hasn't stopped vomiting.

He's vomiting blood, and everything...

As if it had exploded on the inside... I don't know what to do

I'm on my way.

(Phone)

Yes?

Mister Martel?

It's Lena.

Good day... Lena.

Good day.

I'm sorry to bother you...

You never bother me.

Look, I'm calling you because my

dad is dying.

We must take him somewhere,

but I don't know where.

He was discharged yesterday from the Manzanares Hospital

and we don't know what to do with him.

Don't worry. We will take him into Emergency

in a private clinic. I'll take care of everything.

Relax, madam. Doctor Blasco is the best

reagrding digestive in Europe.

Here he is...

How's the patient?

You brought him in the worst conditions...

I assume you know already.

Will you be able to save him?

I'm... Ernesto Martel.

We will try our best, mister Martel,

but at the moment we can't operate him.

And tomorrow?

Tomorrow, maybe.

We are feeding him via parenteral,

he will need some blood to recover.

Do all you can to save him, doctor.

Don't doubt it. It's my obligation. I will inform you

about the evolution in the following hours.

Can I stay, doctor?

(Surprised) Yes, of course... You can stay with

him in his room for as long as you want.

Thank you very much.

I'll see you later.

I don't know how to thank you for

everything you are doing for us.

I'm here for whatever you need, madame.

Mum, Do you want me to stay with you?

No, go, darling.

You've done enough.

Shall I bring you something to eat?

Yes... no, leave it,

I'll manage myself, now.

I'll call you later.

(Whispers) Thanks...

(doorbell)

Who is it?

It's Ray X.

Ray X?

Nobody is named like that.

It's a nickname.

In our age we took a lot of extasis.

What do you want?

I'd like to write a script with you,

for me to direct it.

Are you a director?

I did a very good documentary 14 years ago.

This would be my first fiction movie.

Call Judith Garcia, my agent,

and explain her everything.

If she finds it convenient,

she will arrange a meeting.

And now I'd like to have a shower,

because you have caught me in the bathroom.

Hey, are you going to stay there all day long?

Well, you haven't given me Judith Garca's

phone number.

You figure it out. She's a well known

production director.

Am I going?

(Off) Yes, go, go.

(mobile phone)

Yes?

Hi, Harry. It is I.

Hi, Judit.

I've received a phone call from a young director. His

name is Ray X and he wants to write a script with you.

Does it ring any bells?

Yes.

He wants to see you this afternon,

or tomorrow, if you can.

I've asked him an advancement, and he has agreed,

but I won't be able to come because

I'm very busy with the Americans.

Well, I'll speak with him

and I'll tell you later.

I hope you like him, he looks

like he could bleed money.

Have you seen him?

No, because of his voice. And because of the cheque

I'm going to ask him as soon as I hang up.

I'll send Diego so you are not alone.

Kisses. Ciao.

Well, Alicante or Barcelona?

Barcelona.

The director really wants Barcelona.

I think Alicante it's a better option.

(Doorbell)

Hello.

I've got a meeting with Mr. Harry.

Yes, he's in his office.

Hello, it's Ray X.

How are you?

Sit down...

Well, you tell me.

I like your work a lot,

I've known it since the beggining.

Thank you. If you don't mind, let's get to the point.

What sort of story would you like to write?

(doorbell)

Well...

Yes?

I'd like to write a story about the vengeance

of a son against the memory of his father.

Why does the son want vengeance?

Because the father nullified and

ruined his life.

How?

The father is a violent man, homophobic,

with no scruples and very powerful.

The son, is a sensitive boy, with artistic

interests, but with complexes and weak.

He tries to please his father in everything.

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