Once Upon a Time Veronica Page #2

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- Let go, I want my medication.

- Just a second.

Let me go!

Let go of me!

- Tell me what's your name.

- Let me go!

- Let me go!

- Calm down. Calm down.

Let me go, whore!

Let me go! Let me go!

He spat on the doctor.

As I wrote on his chart, the last

time I talked to the patient...

- he did not present any...

- Dr. Veronica...

you don't talk to patients.

You examine them.

Well, as I was trying

to explain, at that session l...

examined the patient and...

he did not present

any type of impulsiveness...

or lack of control that might put

his or anyone else's life at risk.

Leave the patient's chart with us.

We'll look at it.

You can go, doctor.

I, patient Veronica...

uncertain about life,

like everybody else.

I, patient Veronica...

scared about the future,

like everybody else.

I, Veronica...

in a crisis.

This is the 3rd time I've complained

about the leak in the bathroom.

What am I supposed to do now?

Call the police?

Look, if you don't solve the problem,

I'll sort things out my way.

I'll straight up sue

the building administrator.

I can't stand this administrator.

I'll handle it, dad.

Living in a flat it is safer...

but dealing with this administrator

is such a burden.

Problems?

The other day I saw a patient

with Catatonic Schizophrenia.

It's as if the person were paralyzed,

doing nothing, saying nothing...

a mummy.

t'sawful.

It's not books

and teachers anymore...

it's real people sitting

in front of me every day.

Sometimes it feels like I'm just

rubber-stamping sick notes...

giving medical leave

and writing prescriptions.

And then there are the chronic

cases, whichjust get worse.

And there's not much you can do.

Doctor, I'm going to give you

a prescription.

Go out and let your hair down.

Why don't you go out tonight?

I'd better not, dad.

I have to sort this out.

I have reports to do.

I don't ever want another day like

the one I had at the hospital today.

No more responsibility.

Relax, everything will be fine.

I hearthat since the start of the

course, and it keeps getting worse.

Let's make a toast?

Atoast to Cia's trip, a toast

to Maria's trip and to my crisis.

It's all standardized.

In our hearts.

Our way of loving.

Doesn't seem to be ours at all.

It's all standardized.

Rage aims at me.

Aims, but misses me.

But my aim was confused.

Forever moving love

To a new address.

Cold.

Rage doesn't take aim.

Doesn't aim

But I hit you in the chest.

Whenever love changes address.

Rage aims me.

Dear Recorder...

the good thing

about being in a crisis...

is that when I get like this...

my libido goes through the roof.

I vent everything through sex.

It's all standardized.

What's a kiss?

Osculation...

contact with another's lips...

that results in a low smacking sound

caused by suction.

French-kissing is not kissing.

It's sex.

There's nothing better

than kissing.

Desire.

Desire.

Desire.

Hey, the bed's moving.

Put yourfeet on the floor,

it'll stop.

Like this.

- Both of them?

- Yeah.

- This f***ing thing's still moving.

- It'll get better.

It's making me dizzy.

I need an interval.

An interval?

Girl, this ain'tno stage play.

I mean it, move over.

Let's go to sleep.

We'll get some sleep...

then we wake up

and have breakfast.

Don't worry. Take your clothes off

and I'll do the rest.

I'm serious, buddy.

Move back a little.

Buddy, my ass.

Buddy, my ass.

Come on, girl.

- Does he know anything?

- No.

That's why he's been

so emotional.

I think he's been

sensing something.

I don't want you

to tell him, please.

I'm sorry.

This used to be an art-house

cinema, remember?

Now it's abandoned.

That overthere was a big store.

Then it became several

smaller stores.

And afterthat it was turned into a

church of the Newsomething or other...

and now it's a

Chinese barbecue.

Look at the state of the place.

This is downtown Recife.

Let's pass by the house we lived in

when you were little?

I hear voices.

Speaking into my ear

the whole time.

I don't even know what I think,

I don't even know what I do.

I've been really anxious

since I was a kid...

but it just kept getting

worse and worse...

and now I've lost all control.

Look, doctor,

I've got this insomnia...

because I'm a magnet, you see.

A magnet that attracts all kind

of energies:
good and bad.

I can't sleep anymore,

not a wink.

I only sleep when I drink.

I feel cured when I drink.

And what does your family say?

Do they say you are different?

That I'm crazy.

They don't say I'm different,

they say I'm crazy.

Patient Veronica.

Not knowing what to do

about my father's illness.

Not knowing what to do...

about this feeling of loss

invading my soul.

The sea.

My great and true distraction.

Me, the sea...

and this horizon.

Tepid sea...

warming my belly button.

Warm sea...

dissolving my inner thoughts.

I understand it's not your

responsibility, but I've phoned...

the building's administrator

fourtimes...

to complain about this leak

and no one gives a damn.

And now I get this punch.

How could they let the situation

get to this stage?

All the apartments

are having leaks.

The engineers said the problem comes

from a failure in the foundation.

They recommend relocating

while the work is done.

What the f***!

And where are we supposed to go?

Please could you sign in this memo.

The administrator's coming over.

They're going to temporarily relocate

the tenants to another building.

For how long?

They mentioned

it will take a while.

Maybe one ortwo years.

That's it.

What did the doctor say?

That I should make

the most of his company.

I think he feels it's getting worse.

Because of the disease he keeps

asking me if I'm seeing someone.

Well, I get that every day at home.

I have no energy

to pack things up.

I can help with that.

We could...

We could call Cia,

buy some beer...

put on some music.

You'll cheer up in no time.

I should become

his girlfriend, shouldn't l?

It would make my father happy.

Whom? Gustavo?

Girl, doesn't he have

a younger brotherfor me?

He's a bit old, isn't he?

I wish I could be a hopeless

romantic like you.

Don't. You don't know how much

I sufferfor being a romantic.

The last time I fell for someone...

I trembled so much I had to say

I was cold, just to hide it.

I was sweating and bright red.

Uncontrollable.

Maybe if I knew myself better

I'd have fewer doubts...

about my future, my work...

the life I'm going to lead.

I don't know if I want to stay here,

or go away, or become a doctor.

I've even thought about

becoming a singer.

That's a good one.

Can you sing at least?

Give it here.

And what if I don't want to?

I'll take it.

Let's make a deal?

What?

If my father asks you if

we're going out, you say yes.

- And?

- That's it.

That's it?

So we'd better rehearse

being a couple.

- Rehearse?

- Yeah.

I'll start.

My love.

I love you.

You are the light of my life...

and I can't live without you.

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