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to know what goes on in an orchestra.

He knows you've severaI...

...they think they own you.

You can't even rehearse in peace.

GirI, you're not getting

any younger yourself.

CarIos is offering you

First CeIIo in SeviIIe.

Who was that?

Nobody. Wrong number.

What's up?

Nothing...

-Are you all right?

-Yes, of course, no, yes...

Hey, why don't we go out

to dinner?

-Weren't you going to scrub my back?

-Right...

Get into the shower.

l'll be right there.

lsn't this your key?.

-Who is it?

-lt's me, Andrea.

Can l come in?

No.

l'm expecting clients any minute now.

Somebody's recording

my phone calls.

Could you check out

the answering machine?

-But they'll be here any minute...

-Please!

Okay.

Leave the door ajar, that way

you'll hear them ring...

l suppose so.

Andrea!

What are you doing!

Open up!

Open up...

Open up, goddamn it!

-Andrea, open the door.

-Son of a f***ing b*tch!

Wait. Don't touch anything.

Open up and

l'll show you everything.

-F***ing perverted peeping tom!

-Let me explain.

lt's not what you think!

Andrea, l love you!

l adore you.

l only did it to protect you!

l've watched you sleeping

like an angel all night...

l have all your practice

sessions on CD.

Open the door,

we can listen to them together!

l've seen you cry in your sleep

and cried with you...

No one knows you better than me.

l don't want you to ever cry again.

l can give you everything you want,

Master classes...

an apartment...

l just want to keep...

keep being your neighbour.

Oh, f*** no...

Hey...

Thousands of silly f***ing things

can kill you before this does.

Thousands.

Nene...

l'll bring it right down.

Alright Lolo, let's go.

Nene, l can't go. l've got problems

with this girl in my building...

-Just bring back my share.

-Lolo, please get in the car.

l've got a serious problem.

And l forgot my glasses.

Lolo, this deal pans out,

no neighbour will resist you.

Whatever then.

But make it quick.

Got a smoke?

Later. lt bothers Thompson

if you smoke in the car.

Okay.

Hey, Thompson.

Stupid cow!

Clara!

Clara!

What's the matter?

This is full of mistakes.

One, two, three boxes without prices.

And who knows how many more...

lt's a few little boxes.

Why can't you just admit

you screwed up?

The problem is that for you

l screw up everything...

so l end up screwing it up.

-So now it's my fault?

-No, it's not like that. lt's just...

You put the labels on wrong

and l end up being the a**hole.

All right, we're done.

Clara, the problem is

l'm dying for a smoke...

and it's makes me nervous.

C'mon...

Don't say l offended you?

You know what?

l'm gonna take a fast shower...

and we'll forget all about accounts

and labels...

which in the end

nobody gives a f*** about.

Then, we'll have a quickie

before some customer comes in.

No, Beto, not today.

Come on, it'll do us good.

Look, look how tense you are...

What is it? Headache?

No, it's not that.

l haven't felt well all day...

Didn't show.

Doesn't show now, either.

Seriously, Beto.

l don't feel well.

Does it repulse you

when l touch you?

When l kiss you?

Answer me, goddamn it!

All of a sudden

you're so sick...

but l heard you giggling with that

a**hole from the lab this morning.

-We were discussing discounts.

-l bet.

You nearly died laughing.

And l give you a headache?

Look what you made me do!

Goddamn it!

What are you doing?

Don't you know what l'm going

through trying to quit that sh*t?

Don't even think about going outside.

There are f***ing maniacs everywhere.

I miss you...

Like the waving trees

miss the autumn...

And in those nights

when sIeep escapes me...

You can't imagine, Iove...

how much I miss you.

I miss you...

in every step...

in which I feeI my soIitude.

In every moment...

Clara!

I miss you.

For example, you break your neck

in the bathtub...

get bitten by a rabid dog,

struck by lightning...

get shoved under the metro.

A bus comes...

as you step off the curb

without looking...

suffocated, electrocuted...

-There are nineteenth million ways...

-Nine-teen...

Say it. Nine-teen.

Say it.

-Nine-teen.

-There...

Be the wiseguy now, Nene...

but keep sucking down smoke like that

and you'll never reach my age.

Whatever. l'd rather have a short,

good life than a long, boring one.

-Doesn't prove the contrary...

-The contrary of what?

Of what you're saying.

And what am l saying?

The same as l am, for God's sake.

We're saying the same f***ing thing.

No. No, sir.

No we're not.

l said short.

Good evening.

The rocks, please.

lt all depends what you call short

and what you call long.

-What's he say?.

-You've given us sh*t!

F***, that could be

my neighbour.

-What did he say?.

-There is not a f***ing thing on it.

Right.

Do you think we're stupid?

He might be right.

lt might not have anything on it.

Give me the disc.

He's copying it, the f***ing Russian!

He's copying it!

You okay, Nene?

-You got hit, kid, you got hit.

-Get him!

Over there!

Nene!

Thompson!

Wait!

lt was my mistake, dude...

lt was that girl...!

We can fix it, man!

Baby, gimme kisses

from your Iips...

from those Iips that drive me wiId.

I want a tasty IittIe kiss...

Goyo, did you take money

from that Russian?

Yes, to pay the mortgage.

F***ing Russian...

he must be round here

somewhere.

Nene...

Let's go to the chemist's

so they can plug that hole.

No... l'll manage.

Don't be an idiot...

We'll look for the Russian later.

All set, Don Alberto.

Don Alberto!

You're all set,

just let me brush you down.

No, no, don't look for it.

lt's on the house.

l'll see you out.

Take it easy, now.

Come back whenever you want.

God bless you, Don Alberto.

Goyo!

He gets a free haircut and

l can't afford cigarettes?

Like what that old man could pay

would make a difference.

lt's that stupid way of thinking

that got us where we are.

Do you know how much you spend

on cigarettes, Carmen?

See? When God closes a window

a door opens.

Still open?

Yes.

Sorry to be cautious, but we can't

be too careful these days.

-Can l help you?

-l want to shave beard and head.

-Didn't you like the way l cut it?

-Yes liked. But changed mind.

Keep your mouth shut,

you look prettier!

lnside, come on.

Don't hurt me, please.

Take everything,

but please, don't hurt me.

Quiet...

-lt's all in the top drawer...

-This isn't a f***ing hold-up!

Look after Nene's wound.

l can't. l've never dressed

a wound like that before.

Where does that door go to?

To an inner yard.

Are you alone?

Yes.

Quick. Get the f***ing Russian...

l'll pull through.

-You gonna be okay?.

-That depends...

-On what?

-On where the bullet went in.

You damn well better be okay.

And you...

Give him your strongest painkillers,

clean and bandage the wound.

lf anything happens to him,

l'll kill you. Got it?

l'll be right back,

you stubborn fool.

Give me a cigarette.

lt's not a good idea,

if you're wounded...

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