Madrid, 1987 Page #2

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and interrupting us.

I want to spend the next two hours with

you without anybody getting in the way.

I just want to get to know you better.

And you to get to know me.

Isn't that what you wanted

when you asked me for the interview?

Take the keys and wait for me

at the door.

Wipe that smirk off your face

and celebrate a comrade's success

like a good Communist.

I'll need the Tiisky bottle.

Save my typewriter and give the article

to the messenger from the paper

when he comes at two.

Okay.

Use this to drown the envy

and resentment

corroding you.

Thank you, sir.

You're welcome.

I love your sandals.

It's like they're applauding me.

Your doctor didn't mention

climbing too many stairs

If my doctor were here,

he'd say you're the medicine

that cures everything.

Inserting a key is sort of like

fornicating, don't you think?

I don't know.

Very feminine,

snooping around like that.

Are we here to see paintings?

Is he good?

He's my friend.

Careful, you'll step on it.

He likes that.

He says paintings should be stained.

Just like literature.

People who protect their work from

living material have got it all wrong.

The stain is the interesting part.

And the scars.

It's past Coca-Cola time.

On an empty stomach...

Its better that way, trust me.

It tastes like caramel.

I've always been jealous of painters.

Because they don't need

words.

But if you use words right...

But you can't smell them

or touch them.

That's why I hate museums,

they don't let you touch

and the paintings don't smell anymore.

It would have been beautiful

to smell Las Meninas

recently painted.

Good painters

They find a form that is

at the service of an idea.

Literature struggles to tell in words

what can't be expressed in words.

It gives emotions a name

like a scientist

names an illness.

But..

how.

How can you tell this,

for example

There are...

There are too many glasses

between us.

And what you see is much less

interesting than what i see.

I've lost interest in kissing,

actually.

It's great when you're a teenager,

when kissing someone feels like

you reached the top of a mountain.

Later kissing feels like a formality,

like filling out paperwork.

You can't wait to sign and move on.

Maybe theres a limited number of kisses

a person can enjoy.

Yes, maybe.

I must be down to...

my last handful.

auioo

Come.

Come.

I'd like you to take off

your clothes for me.

It doesn't have to be erotic.

Make it something artistic,

like a gift.

That's it.

A gift that will allow me

to appreciate your beauty.

I'll stay right here.

I won't move, I'll just watch.

Like I'm taking a stroll

through the Prado Museum.

I won't get naked.

I got naked for you.

You came to take everything from me.

Let me take something from you,

even if it's just your clothes.

You wanted to meet me,

thinking.

What can this guy teach me?

Maybe I can squeeze

something more out of him.

More than what I've squeezed

out of myself over the years.

But you wanted to see

if there was anything left for you.

I think I've been pretty faithful

to my caricature.

This is what I am.

Were you expecting something else?

Were you expecting something else

when you agreed to come here?

When you came up those stairs?

Did you think I wouldn't ask you

to sleep with me?

That I wouldn't ask you

to take off your clothes?

Please, being predictable

should be an obligation.

I just wanted to meet you,

listen to you speak.

You've met me, I'm speaking.

I admire you as a writer.

Forgive me if I prefer to admire

something more physical about you,

something more palpable

than your talent.

I'm sure you're talented,

but I've met

plenty of talented people.

And seeing a new body

is something you never get tired of.

Unfortunately we don't have all day.

I'd better be going.

No.

That wouldn't be better.

But I understand.

I've always tried to catch with my net

the biggest fish life has to offer.

But my net is old now,

and broken.

And the fish,

even the ones I don't care about,

escape through the holes.

Some day you might know

what this feels like.

As a writer or as a person.

If you do, I'd like you

to remember today

with a forgiving smile.

At least he tried, you'll say.

Before...

when something important happened to me,

I'd rush off to write about it.

Now I'd happily stop writing

if only something would happen to me.

What gets me most is that nothing

will happen here today.

I'm sorry.

That's okay.

I should have known

the moment I saw your jeans.

Jeans were invented

to not be taken off all day

To take the horse to the stable

and run cattle in the valley.

In movies cowboys even sleep

in their jeans.

Theyre no good for a striptease.

That's why they carry their guns

on the outside.

I'm applauding on the inside.

A little music would help.

No, music gets in the way.

In movies it's like a traffic signal

for the audience.

So they know when to cry,

when to be scared...

I know exactly

how I'm supposed to feel right now.

The gorilla has awaken.

Thanks to you.

Coming?

I'll go wash it off.

Don't move.

You're crazy, you know that?

The gorilla fell asleep again.

It's freezing!

I hate cold water.

It reminds me of my childhood.

I think I'm gonna die.

The gorilla won't survive this.

I'm leaving.

Don't be angry.

Leave, now.

Yeah, I feel a little strange here.

That's...

That's worse than a cold shower.

It won't open.

It won't open.

It won't open...

Here, let me.

You're kidding me.

How absurd.

Why did you close it?

How should I know

doors are meant to be closed?

And opened.

It has to open.

Let me.

Is it stuck?

God damn it.

It's stuck.

Yeah, I know.

Come on, help me.

Let's see.

Okay, take it easy.

One, two and three!

There's no way.

Give me a minute.

Hold on a second.

Hold on a second...

it'll open...

One second, let me...

What's so funny?

I don't know.

It's ridiculous.

I know it's ridiculous.

You don't have to tell me.

Try calling your friend.

Sure.

Go ahead, pass me the phone.

Hello?

Is anybody there?

We're locked in here!

What are you doing?

Somebody has to open the door.

You'll cause a scandal.

What scandal?

Somebody will hear us.

What do we tell them?

To open the door.

And call the fire department.

Hold on.

There must be a less scandalous option.

Let's see.

Are you hurt?

Let's just say

I don't kick doors down

very often.

Yeah, I can see that.

This is absolutely insane.

Luis won't be back to paint

until Monday.

Two days locked in here.

When I don't show up later

my wife will get nervous

but until tomorrow I don't think...

she'll call the police.

My parents will worry a lot sooner.

Do they know youre with me?

That won't happen.

We'll get out of here before.

We'll get out of here.

Neighbors!

Neighbors!

Is anybody out there?

We're in apartment 3D!

Is

Neighbors!

Can anybody hear me?

Neighbors!

I can't believe

there's nobody out there.

Neighbors!

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