Ismael Page #6

- Do you know about boilers?

- No,

but there's nothing you can't fix

with a bit of lubrication.

Or with a hammer blow

in the right place.

No offense,

but I'd rather an expert saw it.

Right.

Are we talking about the boiler?

- Is this your room?

- We'll have a whiskey

and you can relax a bit, all right?

With those grease stains,

you're even more attractive.

What?

How long since you last screwed?

If you think I accepted a drink

to get into your bed, no.

OK, it was just a question.

Let's go back to traumas,

they seem to interest you

more than sex.

- Excuse me, but I love sex.

- Really?

Let's analyze what happened today.

You use an excuse

to tum up at your sons house,

a son you rarely see.

No, Ismael is not an excuse.

You pretend to have a sprain

which no one believes.

- But it really hurts...

- And at night, instead of sleeping,

you go down to the basement

to smear yourself

with lubricant.

Why don't you just admit

that you find me irresistible?

What do you feel like?

I don't have much.

- My house isn't like Jordi's.

- What do you have?

I don't think youll like it.

Quince jelly.

Really? I love it!

- Have you no more games?

- Yes, there's a file,

but they're old games

so don't criticize me.

You're beautiful.

You can't be asleep!

What?

- You really want me to read to you?

- Yes.

But it's so long.

Weve got all the time in the world.

Were going to be here

for five days.

Ill stay.

Let's see.

"Call me Ismael.

Some years ago,

having little or no money

in my purse

and nothing particular

to interest me on shore,

I thought

I would sail about a little

and see the watery part

otherworld. "

I loved her very much.

- And her?

- I think she loved me.

Why did you split up?

It was my fault.

Why did you never look for me?

Because I'm a fool.

Luckily you don't

take after me in that.

I'm worried about Flix.

He really suffered over Alika.

Come on!

At 20 you die and revive all the time.

He can't punish himself all his life

because once

he was carried away by fear.

I blame movies.

They've done a lot of harm.

Love isn't that...

slushy, clingy thing

that ends with a stupid kiss

and violins in the background.

No, you can live without love

but not without food and a roof.

And if you fall, you get up.

It's happened to me 1,000times

and look, here I am.

That's why I brought him up

to be independent.

Hey!

- What's wrong?

- With me, you needn't pretend

to be strong, insensitive, all that.

If you go on like that, I get bored.

I see.

When did I last smoke one of these?

When was it?

He says that

I ruined his father's life.

What does he know?

And that I was never in love.

He doesn't know what it's like

living with a depressive who...

pulls you down day after day,

while you try to hide it

from your son.

If I hadn't loved him...

Here, this is poison.

I feel dizzy.

All right,

we'll leave the sex for another day.

- If you want, I'll put on some music.

- And we'll dance.

Did I say we'll dance? No, no, no.

No, no, no.

Yes, please. You can't refuse.

You asked for it.

Didn't you sprain your ankle?

Stop, Alika.

I don't want to.

We shouldn't have stayed.

I behaved like an idiot.

I know whats wrong with you.

You don't. Even I dont know.

Why don't you go upstairs?

Get some sleep.

I'll get Ismael and as soon

as we come back, we'll leave.

- Is that what you want?

- Yes.

I want to go back to our home

and forget about all this.

Are you sure?

Yes.

I was scared.

I was scared.

Couldn't you sleep?

I'm a sleepwalker.

- Does it scare you?

- Being a sleepwalker?

The piano.

Why not throw it out the window?

- What an idea!

- Out with the piano!

Why do you want a piano

if you don't play it?

Well?

- Are you going to tell me?

- Tell you what?

What?

You know all my family secrets,

I should know something about you.

The truth is, a bit of sex

would have done wonders for us.

I'll answer

all the questions you can ask

- in one minute.

- One minute?

Why do you live alone?

What happened to you with the piano?

And why do you always

look at my cleavage?

And there are 30 seconds left.

Why do I live alone?

Isn't it more than demonstrated

that the couple

is a factory

for making unhappy people?

Touch. And the piano?

The piano...

This piano...

knows I'm the worst musician

in the world.

Knowhow I composed my big success?

In a London pub after drinking

eight pints of beer.

I'd gone to an audition

for the philharmonic orchestra.

I'd been preparing for two years

and they didn't even take me

as a substitute.

So, at the bar in the pub, drunk,

I took a ballpoint and a napkin

and started to write the first thing

that came into my head to show

my scorn for music.

I vaguely remember that I was humming

and some hooligans repeated it,

like at a concert.

Pablo, a friend who was with me,

recorded it without telling me,

and sent it everywhere.

And, f*** me,

three months later

the song was playing

- on radios in half the world.

- Good Lord!

Even the Pope in Rome knew it.

And, then,

you wouldn't believe the money I made.

And I could buy the hotel.

A napkin,

a lousy napkin with a couple of notes,

was my big success.

I liked the idea

and I wanted to do it again.

I went back to London,

back to the same pub,

I got drunk the same way,

smudged thousands of napkins,

I even hired some hooligans,

but, you know,

every time I tried

to write a new success,

it became a new failure.

And, well,

your cleavage

isn't the best I've seen but...

it has its charm.

- Can you play?

- Can you?

- Me?

- Play something.

Go on, even if its

"Happy Birthday To You".

I don't know at what moment

I decided to love you,

if it was the day you appeared

with your hair soaked by the rain,

when I saw you

lying on my bed for the first time.

What you see in me,

no one saw before.

I was born with you.

Your disabled prince.

I've come for Ismael.

We're leaving now.

You kept it all this time?

Don't do this to me.

I have to go.

I'm thirsty.

Isma, love, we're leaving now.

Already?

Hurry, get a glass of water

and put on your shoes.

I've never stopped loving you.

I knowhow still love me.

I know it.

I'll never forget your expression

when I said I was pregnant.

I was scared to see you again,

of what could happen to me if I did.

Tell me nothing happened to you

- and I'll leave right now.

- Yes, it happened.

I've been obsessed with you

all these years,

but I hated the idea of being

unfaithful to Luis with your memory.

Because he loves me too, truly,

and with the kind of love I need.

Now I'm going back home

to carry on

with the life I left yesterday.

Ismael had a right to meet you,

and he's done that.

If you want to be in touch with him

we can try it.

I won't stop him getting to knowhow.

He has that right.

But don't think fora minute

that Ismael will be

your way of having me again.

Every time I look at him

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