Noviembre
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NOVEMBER:
Alfredo.
November was Alfredo.
Whenever I ask myself
that question,
it's the only answer
I can think of.
November was Alfredo.
MADRlD, SEPTEMBER 1997
Is this where the auditions are?
-Yes. Are you lmanol Astiarraga?
-No, why?
His name just got called.
I thought maybe it was you.
I think my audition's at five,
but I'm not sure.
Ask the lady.
She should be right out.
-You're the only person here?
-No...
I met him in the hallway
at acting school.
Just before our entry auditions.
I remember perfectly
because he caught my eye.
He had a black knapsack
over his shoulder
with some sort of bizarre
marionette sticking out.
He looked pretty odd.
-Where are you from?
-Murcia.
A small town in Murcia
called Lorca.
-And you live here?
-No, I just came to audition.
I said he could stay with us.
You guys are squatters, right?
In a home?
Not a home,
an abandoned building.
-We want to open a cultural center.
-With recreation.
Social services, painting...
A bit of everything.
It was an old abandoned building
near Lavapies.
It had previously been a printer's.
Daniel, the group and l
A year before Alfredo
got to Madrid.
-It's darling.
-Yeah, wait.
Careful. I'd better show you.
Right, the stick moves it.
And with this
you move the neck
and with this, the eyes.
And with this, the mouth.
Where'd you get it?
I made it.
-Alfredo...
-What?
What are these a**holes
Iooking at?
to sleep tonight.
So tell me, how's Madrid?
Madrid?
It's enormous, mom. Huge.
How's dad?
So-so.
He'll get over it.
Say hi for me.
And to Alejandro.
Have you auditioned yet?
Not yet, mine's at five.
Call me when you've finished.
What?
It's crowded.
I can barely hear you.
-Call me when you've finished.
-I will, don't worry.
I'm out of coins, mom.
I'll call you when I find a place.
Mom...
I love you guys a lot.
Big kiss.
We love you, too.
He'd made it for his brother
in a puppet-making class
he took while he was in law school.
Her name was Aphrodite.
He was quite fond of her.
He even said that
if it hadn't been for his brother
and that marionette,
he'd never have gone into theater.
Yes!
Yes!
Holy sh*t. Goddamn.
Yes.
He left it all behind.
Family, friends... He was plagued
by guilt for a long time
for having left Alejandro.
But he was absolutely
thrilled to be in Madrid.
Back then, Alicia and l
were living in the building
and I invited him to move in.
Alfredo!
Alfredo!
Alfredo!
Yes, you can. Please, tell me.
-What for? It'd make no difference.
-Yes, it would.
It can't be so bad.
Maybe if you told me you'd realize
it's not as bad as you think.
Okay, just once.
-Just one time.
-No, that's enough.
-Roll a joint.
-Okay.
Tell me, Juan.
You've got to tell me.
You can't keep it inside forever.
Let it out, my love.
I'll roll that joint.
-ln Argentinian.
-No.
-Peruvian.
-No.
-English.
-No way.
Japanese?
Over my dead body.
Another joint?
Okay.
Can you help us out?
-Here, Alfredo.
-Thanks.
Okay, here's the take.
Alfredo, that's your share.
That's not necessary.
-Go on, take it.
-No.
You guys keep it.
The other day you said no as well.
Quit f***ing around, just take it.
That's not why I do it.
I don't want it.
I enjoy doing it.
F*** the money.
That's irrelevant.
I enjoy it, too.
So why not get paid for it?
Here.
Keep your damn money, Dani.
I don't want it now, or ever.
-Are you kidding me?
-Pay him.
He is joking.
No, I'm not.
I really don't want the money.
Is that so hard to understand?
So your motivation is
love of art?
No, I just think
it's the only way.
Taking money in the end
means selling out.
Is that what you'll say
if you get offered an acting job?
-You "enjoy" it?
-I don't want to be a paid actor.
Then why the hell are you here?
I told you. To start an independent
theater company. Free street shows.
That's why I'm here.
Tell me, Juan.
You've got to tell me.
You can't keep it inside forever.
Let it out, darling.
Tell me what happened.
Please, tell me.
I can't.
Yes, you can.
Yes, you can.
Yes, you can.
It can't be that bad. Maybe if
you told me you'd realize...
I can't.
Yes...
I can't.
Alfredo.
Has anything ever happened to you
that you're ashamed to tell?
What? I couldn't hear you.
Something... unmentionable.
Something you've never told anyone.
Unmentionable?
I don't think so.
We all have some dark secret.
Surely you do as well.
There is one thing,
but I'd rather forget it.
There is? Tell us about it.
I was just a kid at the time.
No matter. Go on.
Well, the people who raised me
aren't my biological parents.
I was adopted.
Go on.
My parents died in a car crash
when I was six.
That's not a secret.
I imagine your friends knew,
the people around you...
Nobody knows.
I've never told anyone.
Why?
Why mention it now?
Why hide it?
I don't know. I always have.
I've never known why,
I just do.
Do you remember
when your parents died?
You don't remember.
What's wrong, Alfredo?
Nothing, I can't.
Yes, you can.
I can't.
Yes, you can.
Lucia... your line.
Tell me, Juan.
You've got to tell me.
You can't keep it inside forever.
You have to tell me, my love.
You have to let it out.
I can't.
Now that's believable.
That's what I mean.
I can't get up in front of people.
Christ, Dani.
Juggling's one thing,
but monologues...
that's all.
That's all?
That's the point.
Bullshit. They're supposed to laugh
with us, not at us.
Fine, just drop it.
It's harmless, but fine.
Another beer?
Okay.
I still refuse.
Paco.
Can I have a beer, please?
-Here.
-Thanks.
I won't do it.
Stop worrying, Dani.
Nothing will happen, okay?
That's that.
What?
-Were you there?
-Where?
The day your parents got killed.
You were there, right?
-Why do you ask?
-I don't know.
I was thinking,
it's hard to believe.
I always thought I had rotten luck,
but some people have even worse.
Dani, I was lying.
Bullshit.
It was all a lie.
None of what I said was true.
I made up the whole story.
No sh*t.
I swear.
What?
I don't believe you.
What a bastard!
Excuse me.
You did that scene
with Lucia, right?
Yeah, that's me.
Congratulations. I hadn't seen
anything that good in ages.
That's all I have to say.
-Thanks.
-Bye.
Of course I heard about it.
The entire school did.
In just a few days' time,
from poor orphan to total jerk.
Is acting not an exercise
in bringing credibility to fiction?
Well, he did exactly that.
And in such a way
that everyone fell for it
as if it were absolutely true.
Of course, perfectly.
I remember it perfectly.
I had a scene prepared,
but he was asked up instead.
Yuta was near the stage.
He called on Alfredo, who seemed
a bit uneasy. He went on stage
and sat on one of those crates
we used to use as props.
And Yuta said...
Alfredo.
-Why are you here?
-What?
What for?
Why acting school?
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