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The bar's been closed for 20 days.

The kids are with the neigbhour,

and I've neglected the other one.

If something happens, can

you be here in 2 hours?

-Rest assured for that.

-We have to have faith.

I light some candles...

...but I find it very

difficult to have faith.

When can we put her medals

back on her?

Not yet.

With all these...

wounds, the tracheotomy...

She never took them off.

I will get a vase.

I have to go to the US

for three months.

It is very important,

says my agent.

And yet...the way things

stand here...

...I don't want to go.

Can you get out for

a moment, please?

No smoking here.

Did she talk to you that day?

-Or rather, I talked.

-And what did you say?

Things that concern me.

Did she tell you anything

about me?

Honestly, Lydia hadn't talked

about you for a long time.

-It's my fault for what happened.

-No, it's my fault.

Caetano made me

freak out.

Marco, I've always wanted

to ask you something.

Why did you cry that night,

after you killed the snake?

It brought me lots of memories.

Years ago, I had to

kill another snake.

We were in Africa.

She had the same phobia as you.

She was waiting outside the tent,

terrified, defenseless...

...and totally naked...

...because she had seen the snake,

while we were asleep.

Was it the same one who made

you sleep in the living room?

I hate that woman.

-I haven't seen her for years.

-Even worse.

What can I do to make you

forget her?

Exactly what you are doing now.

You were sound asleep. We didn't

want to wake you up.

-Is Dr Vega here?

-He is in his office.

Rosa, close the door.

There's a draft.

-She opened her eyes.

-That gives me the creeps!

-And when she yawns?

-I sh*t myself!

Good morning, doctor.

I want to talk to you.

How are you? Did you sleep well?

I will buy you coffee.

How long for might Lydia

stay like that?

Months... years...

maybe for the rest of her life...

There is no hope?

As a doctor, I have to say

no... However...

RESUSCITATION:

Meryl Moon wakes up after

15 years in a coma.

She went into a coma during

childbirth.

Meryl was a PVS, persistent

vegetative state, like Lydia, for life.

Her recovery contradicts

everything I am about to say.

That is, that there is hope.

I insist. Scientifically, no.

But if you want to have faith,

OK.

Is she opening her eyes?

Or I imagine this?

She does, but that doesn't mean

she is aware of anything.

Her brain cell has been

completely destroyed.

However, it can control

the automatic functions...

such as breathing, sleeping,

waking up and intestinal functions.

She opens her eyes,

but mechanically.

Her brain is dead. She has

no ideas and feelings.

Come in, please.

-My name is Benigno.

-Marco Zuloaga

This is Alicia.

Was it your first night here?

The first one is the worst.

Then you get used to it.

Why these boots?

They prevent her feet from

twisting or falling.

-They look like 'Ibiza' boots.

-I've never been to Ibiza.

-I know you.

-From my books?

It was in Cafe Muller...

We happened to be sitting together.

And at some stage,

you started crying.

I told you about him.

He cried watching "Caf Muller".

I have to go.

That fast?

We barely talked.

-Maybe another time.

-Will you come in the afternoon?

Come to see us. I am always here,

even during the night.

I am a 'veteran' here.

If you need something...

-Should I call Dr Vega;

-Carry on with what you are doing.

The other day, while browsing

my notes...

...I found some

from your visit.

I wrote a topic to be discussed

during the second visit...

...that never took place.

-What about?

-Your sexual orientation.

-My sexual orientation?

-yes, your sexuality.

Whether you like men or women.

During your visit, you said

you were still a virgin.

Answering your question

somehow...

... I think I look for men,

mostly.

-Is this why you came to see me?

-I can't remember now.

I guess that's it...

But I am very well now.

Do you have a partner?

More or less. I am not alone

anymore. I don't have a problem.

I hope you were not offended

by my question.

Was her father here?

He asked me if I am a fag.

He used an american expression,

more subtle.

-What is my orientation?

-And what did you say?

-That I like men.

-Really?

No, you fool. I lied.

How can he dare ask whether

I like men or women?

-What does he care?

-I am glad I found out.

Did he ask the head nurseor you

if you like bestiality or coprophagy?

No, you are right. They don't

ask such things.

I might go on a trip, and I won't

be able to come and see you.

But, in Geneva, they've

offered me a creation...

...a chorography

that thrills me.

An old idea for a ballet.

I call it 'Trenches'.

It is about the first

world war.

I will need a lot of dancers...

...because in the war there

are a lot of soldiers.

But everyone dances in Geneva.

It is great.

I want female dancers too, because

the soldier when dying...

...lets his soul

get out of his body...

...the ghost of which

will be a female dancer.

With a white classic skirt

like 'Giselle'...

...but with red stains of blood.

Very good!

Alicia loved it.

It's good because life emerges

out of death.

the female emerges from

the male.

And from the earthly emerges the...

The beach?

And from the earthly emerges the...

The water?

The ethereal.

The ethereal...

the impreceptible, the ghost.

I have the music. It is from

Kristof Penderesky.

It was written for the victims

of Hiroshima, but it's OK.

Of course. Alicia remembers

it perfectly well.

It's music for the battle.

It's wild and beastly.

And regarding the music during deaths

I have a masterpiece...

...which you will listen to,

right now.

It will drive you crazy.

Alicia, my dear.

Good bye, my dear.

Good bye, Katerina.

And you look beautiful.

-You should go ahead with 'Trenches'.

-I will.

Look...We will place you

next to the window.

You will be able to see your

friends dancing.

I love this room.

I will order everything.

Come in and shut the door...

How are you?...Sh*t down.

Alicia, look who's here.

We're just getting some air,

reading magazines...

Who was the lady that just left?

Katerina, Alicia's teacher.

Dancing teacher.

Nice character, Katerina.

She has a dancing school somewhere

here. Alicia was her student.

And Katerina loves her like

her daughter.

FOUR YEARS AGO:

Benigno, You are by the window

for half an hour.

I am coming, mum.

What's the matter? Are you

following me?

This is yours, I think.

It must have dropped you.

is everything there?...

I didn't touch anything...

-Where are you going?

-Home.

Can I accompany you?

I have nothing else to do.

-Yes, but I am going home.

-Of course...It will do me good.

Dancing is my life.

I love dancing shows.

-Do you like dancing?

-Yes, of course

But I don't follow it.

What else do you do,

besides dancing?

I travel and watch old movies.

Silent Cinema is attractive

to me, in particular.

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