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What's your aim?

Me?

To study.

To study what?

Acting.

Why?

What do you mean?

Why acting?

You must have a reason.

Or was it just either this

-or computers?

-Because I enjoy it.

What do you enjoy?

-Acting. I enjoy acting.

-Sure.

Tell me...

What do you think

is the point of acting?

I don't know.

Sometimes it seems like

there isn't one.

But you think there should be,

right?

Yes.

Self-improvement, at least.

To make us more self-conscious,

I guess.

You don't give a f***

about that.

What?

You heard me.

You don't give a f*** about

improving yourself.

You're worried about other things.

That's your problem.

What the hell is this about?

The other day you humiliated me.

Me...

and everyone else.

You lied to us all,

telling us that fable

about your life. Look,

we're not your marionettes.

People come here

to commit themselves.

They reveal f***ed-up things

about themselves.

Horrible things.

They take risks.

But not you.

And on top of that,

you ridicule us?

You're a scumbag.

You respect nothing and no one.

Get off that stage.

Get down.

That's not true.

It isn't?

Which part isn't true?

I wasn't ridiculing anyone.

Well, I think you were.

It's the only reason you came.

You're wrong.

Then why are you here?

Are you going to answer?

You know why acting?

Actually, I'm extremely interested

in finding out why you're here.

I'll tell you why.

To do something for me

and for others.

Acting,

because it's a form of human

communication, a way to reach

understanding and comprehension.

That's why.

-So you want to change the world.

-That's right.

I'd love to change

this f***ed-up world.

And I think there's still time.

Alfredo!

Alfredo...

Wait.

Where are you going?

I don't know.

Anywhere but here,

that's for sure.

Come back inside.

They're all waiting for you.

No. I'm leaving.

You'll get kicked out.

I don't care. I could care less.

Fine.

But don't be upset.

-Are you going home?

-Yeah.

I'll go with you.

Let me get my things.

I'd like to change the world, too,

you know.

I'd love to change

this f***ed-up world!

I hate having the audience

just sitting there,

unable to participate or interact.

It reminds me of him.

They should do something, anything.

They just sit there, like statues.

I want to see people respond.

I don't know, somehow.

How strange.

What?

I always liked theater

for just the opposite.

Why?

Because I hated my sister.

I wanted to be different from her.

I wanted to feel special,

unique.

When we were little

she was better at everything.

My parents always said

she was prettier, smarter...

And I hated her.

I hated her guts.

-You should come with Daniel and me.

-Where?

- When we act in the streets.

-ln the streets?

-No way, not me.

-Why not?

Because.

In the street? No way.

In a theater, or a movie...

Even on TV, which I hate.

But in the street?

No.

In a theater but not in the street?

-It's different.

-Why?

In the street anything can happen.

People react in unexpected ways.

In a theater,

the audience knows you're acting.

It's less unpredictable.

That's the whole point

to acting in the streets!

The same people always see plays.

The only way to reach everyone else

is to take the show

to the streets.

Well, l' ll see.

I' m quitting school.

What?

I quit. I'm not going back.

Table 10 still needs clearing.

This guy is clueless.

Orders for table 9 and 10.

Is table 13's food ready yet?

Are these mine?

Three coffees,

one whisky shot, two with cognac.

Sergio, I need the veal

and that pasta for table 4.

Sergio, for the love of God.

I need the desserts for 13.

Thanks.

What's up, Alfredo?

Who are you?

I left right after you did.

I was sick of it. All that damn

psycho-analysis.

They said my problem was

I confused ego with self-esteem.

So I quit.

I'd put up with enough.

It wasn't acting, it was some

kind of self-help, or group therapy.

Anything but acting.

It was an insane asylum.

No wonder people go nuts.

I'm much better off in the street.

So am l.

By the way, Dani and I are doing

a little street show.

It's unreal.

People are really amazed.

I did theater at university.

There's no comparison.

I love acting in the streets so

much... you won't believe this...

but sometimes I get a hard on.

-No way.

-I'm serious.

I get hard as a rock.

You know what happens to me?

What?

I shouldn't say this...

Tell me.

Hey, who cares.

I get like this tingly feeling

in my ass right before...

Bullshit.

I swear.

Nerves, probably.

Because it's right before.

It fades once I get going.

Unbelievable.

There was no trick to it.

Well, there was, sort of.

I had a friend who lived upstairs.

This guy named Pablo, actually.

That was the trick.

I'd hang the chair from his place.

We went out drinking.

We hit every bar in the area.

Discussing heaven and earth,

as they say.

We stayed out until

ten the next morning,

ending up sloshed in some bar

in Lavapies.

It was the start of a great

friendship and of everything else.

Not only the first shows,

but also what would later become

the November company.

"THE HOT LADY"

MAY 1988

It was miraculous.

It really worked.

What we did, and how we did it,

really made us feel special.

Especially asking for nothing

in exchange.

That was unthinkable back then,

when nothing was free.

No explanation was necessary.

People came up with their own.

They came up with much more

interesting stuff than I could have.

Most people,

when we refused their money,

were baffled.

They didn't understand.

They were little skits,

in most cases without any plot.

Just simple improvisation.

Provocative situations

where the key

was spontaneity.

The first time, very nervous.

I can't explain it.

It was so exciting...

Especially right before.

" HAPPY PUNKS"

JUNE 1998

Good morning.

Don't be alarmed.

Hey, you all look scared.

You think we want money?

Are we thieves? Beggars?

You think we're hooligans, right?

Wrong!

You're all very mistaken.

We don't want money!

We hate money.

Right, kids?

We're here today for

a more human cause.

A much nobler,

more revealing cause,

much wiser than cash!

We have a gift for all of you.

That's right!

We'll put an end to your misery!

An end to your suffering!

An end to your pain, baby!

Get with it!

You can't just get up every morning

Iike zombies. Look at you.

Sleepwalking to the same office...

You need a gift, right?

Something different, something

to lift your spirits,

to make you feel alive,

to make you feel young again,

happy,

Iucky,

free.

That's why we're here.

To bring you something pure

and radically different

every morning.

Let's go, punkies.

Cool.

We are the best.

Sh*t, not again!

You're shitty at this.

We have Lucia, Alicia, Helena...

Three at least.

And lmanol.

How about it, Vanesa?

Anything for a buck.

What do you mean?

I could use the cash.

Not a penny.

No thanks.

How can you be so cheap?

We're not making a dime...

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