Spanish Movie Page #5

She's in the corridor...

Heading for that door.

Ask her if she sees my son.

There's something here.

Screams.

Suffering.

Gerarda.

Gerarda!

I think we've lost contact.

This doesn't seem to be working.

You can't just leave like this!

Gerarda, what can I do?

When awful things happen,

sometimes they leave a print.

Like an echo that wants to be heard.

I don't understand.

You hear but you do not listen.

Hear what?

Listen to what?

It's not seeing is believing, it's

believing is smelling. No, wait.

You must believe what you see.

No, wait.

I see, I believe, I listen,

I look...

Can I touch too?

I got it!

Not believing is seeing,

but knowing is growing.

Maybe it's the other way around.

Women believe anything.

Stuff like "rejuvenating cream"

and "just the tip"...

For now just believe

and later we'll see.

Come on, Babalan.

Let's get out of here.

What a pain!

Hey, wait a minute!

I'm stuck!

- No, no...

- Yes!

- What's the problem?

- I'm sorry, Pedro. I can't.

Sure you can, it's easy.

It could have been over by now.

- Killing is like riding a bicycle.

- No!

- You said you'd help me.

- I'm sorry, I can't.

If you can't make me happy

by loving me,

do it by killing me.

No way.

I have everything ready.

All I need is a video camera.

Okay, look. I have a friend

who might be able to help.

My name is Pedro San Anton

and I'm about to die.

No! Cut! That was crap!

- Isn't that the line?

- Do it again!

Final sequence, take one.

- My name is Pedro....

- No, no! Cut!

It's too gloomy.

Let's spice it up a little.

Are you recording this?

Okay, my name is Pedro San Anton...

Excuse me, could you speak up

a little bit?

We can't understand you.

Be natural, but shout.

Okay? Let's go.

Okay.

My name is Pedro San Anton

and I'm going to kill myself

because my life sucks...

Cut! That was f***ing crap!

Let's break for lunch.

I want to believe....

and see....

and smell and touch and sing....

Son? Is that you?

Are you trying to tell me

something?

- Take it easy.

- No, you take it easy.

- No, you take it easy.

- No, you take it easy.

- Who are you looking for?

- My son Simon. And you?

My son Sergio... Siegfried...

My son too.

- Good luck.

- You too.

PORN OUI:

A pipe...

My gun. But where?

A pick?

What's a pick doing here?

Okay, boys. Thanks.

I think our little show

kept him distracted.

By the way, the glass was great.

It looked like real cyanide.

- What was it?

- Cyanide.

What?

Hey, handsome.

Help me and I'll do

anything you want.

Pedro!

Pedro, no!

Thanks!

You saved my life!

I can't right now.

I have to find my master, the faun.

Sh*t! I can't fly!

Thanks, sugar.

We'll do it again sometime.

Though I couldn't find your...

Faster!

There's my master!

I'm not that kind of goat!

Master, please!

Try to remember!

I'm your fairy!

We have to continue

our mission!

Knock yourselves out!

Pedro, wait!

Keep it down, honey.

Pedro,

it's time for you

to abandon this world.

- Great! When, now?

- Yes,

- now.

- It's about time.

That's right, it's time.

Right now?

When your time is up,

it's up.

- Then his time is up.

- Knock it off!

You have to go back

to the real world.

The real world?

You're imagining all this.

- Then who am I?

- A hologram with tits.

But allow me to explain

in more appropriate surroundings.

What's going on here?

Will somebody tell me the truth?

Holy sh*t!

I mean... jeepers.

The truth?

You can't handle the truth.

This is all in your mind.

We're actually

in the year 3028.

The 20th century started out fine

but later got shitty.

You had an accident

and decided to freeze yourself.

You're in a coma now.

But in the future we gave you new

arms, legs and buttocks.

New hair?

No, but if you want hair,

that's fine.

Make it curly, please.

We do straight hair better, but

fine. But you have to wake up.

I don't understand.

You must leave

this space-time

to return to the future.

- I'm bored. I don't get it.

- Okay.

Pay attention.

This is the present.

We are here.

- I'm lost.

- Just do as I say.

Jump off the building, kill yourself,

the coma is broken and you're all set.

In the future you can run, dance,

moonwalk... and you have great hair.

Hold on, I was thinking...

If this is a dream,

this f***ing sucks!

I should be on a yacht

surrounded by chicks in bikinis.

No, look.

You chose the basic package.

It says so right here.

That's why you could move!

I can't move.

The cheaper package

can have errors.

Then everything

I've experienced here?

What about Ramira?

You'll have to choose between Ramira

and that great head of hair.

Curly hair.

What is this?

What is this?

Mom, we all have problems.

I lost my butler Jeeves.

They're mocking me.

They're playing with me.

Think, Mom. Maybe this is what

Simeon wants. To play. What's that for?

This? Take...

your pick?

One, two, three, take your pick.

One, two, three, take your pick.

Movies for three euros!

One, two, three,

knock down the wall.

One, two, three,

knock down the wall.

Simeon? Is that you?

What do you mean?

I don't understand.

What? You want to play

movie charades?

Two words?

Columbus!

Christopher Columbus!

Robot. A robot?

A traffic cop?

Dance...

What do you mean? I don't

understand. Give me a hint.

Where are you going?

Where does this lead?

Take this with you, Pedro.

To remember me by.

My egg.

I don't mean to rush you, but...

How's that suicide coming?

I'm not going to jump.

Ramira, I may never walk again,

but I've met someone wonderful here.

Ramira, I'm staying with you.

I love you!

Okay, one little thing,

before I forget.

- You look great in blue.

- Thanks.

You have to jump! We only get paid

if the customer wakes up!

Oh my God.

What's that music?

Do you hear it too?

It's like totally possessing me.

Faun!

Ramira!

Pedro!

You'd rather stay here with me?

That's very sweet of you,

but this is all a dream.

It isn't real.

F*** the real world!

Ofendia?

Yes, Mom. It was me.

I've been leaving you clues

so you'd find Simeon.

He's here, don't you see?

Son!

I've finally found you!

Are you okay? Are you okay?

Can't you see he's dead?

You're so tan!

What's wrong?

Answer Mommy.

Answer Mommy.

No!

Wait a second.

If all this is in my head,

then I can control it.

Concentrate.

Concentrate.

Concentrate.

Concentrate.

Pedro!

Ramira, I can do anything I want

now. I can have any body

- you want!

- I like you as you are.

Nobody's perfect.

LAXATIVE:

EXTRA STRONG:

No!

What have you done?

I need to take a crap!

No, listen. This is all a dream.

It's not real.

Yes, it is, trust me.

This is a dream and in dreams

your wishes can come true.

If you concentrate, if you believe,

Simeon can come back.

Concentrate. Concentrate.

Mommy.

No, not him.

Remember, believing is...

Concentrate, damn it!

Hi, Mommy.

Son!

My son!

It stinks.

My love.

My precious.

My son.

Look, you have nothing to fear.

Look.

I'll be right back!

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