The Motive Page #3

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just a very general description...

I know, and that's going

to be my priority:

investigate, explore, discover...

Have you any idea how difficult it is

to write characters?

All I need is...

for someone like you

to say:
"lvaro, get stuck in."

I'm asking you, Juan.

Shall I?

Shall I get stuck in?

But don't just start

writing willy-nilly, OK?

If I agree to tutor you, I don't want

you writing just any old rubbish.

You have to write something decent.

Do you understand?

And as for payment, we can apply

the same rate as the school,

but if we're going

to have private tutorials,

we'll need somewhere better

to meet than this dive.

Thank you.

WHO WANTS WHAT?

WHAT HAPPENS IF THEY DON'T GET IT?

THE FOUNDATION OF LIFE

With two balls!

Time to strap on a pair!

Let's see.

Give me a scene.

Give me one f***ing scene, please.

One f***ing scene.

Come on. Come on.

Good evening!

Good evening!

Sorry to bother you, don lvaro.

- Not at all.

- It's just your landlady

asked me to give you

this energy efficiency certificate.

Great.

Are you settling in OK?

Yes. No problem at all.

Well, if you need anything,

you know where to find me.

Thank you.

No, thank you! We're very happy

to have you here in the building.

Thanks, doa Lola.

Well, good evening.

- How you doing?

- How can I help you?

No, no.

I've brought you a little something.

How come?

I thought you might like some chocolate.

What a gentleman!

Please, come in.

No, thank you.

What lovely legs you've got!

- Excuse me?

- You've got lovely legs!

I really like watching sport on TV,

and I always notice them.

- People's legs?

- Yes, Sir!

Well... thanks!

I wanted to ask you a bit

about the neighbours,

- seeing as I'm new to the building.

- I don't know much about them.

Just enough to be able

to do my job properly.

- Of course.

- It doesn't interest me

that Mr. Montero is an old maniac,

or that the Ecuadorian couple

live beyond their means.

Who's Mr. Montero?

The old gentleman

who lives on the fifth floor.

Apparently, he used

to be in the military.

- Really?

- Yes, Sir!

And about the Ecuadorian couple?

As long as they leave their rubbish

where they're supposed to,

and are good neighbours to the rest...

Are you talking about the brunette?

Irene, yes.

Her husband's called Enrique.

And what do they do for a living?

You're a little bit of a gossip.

No, no. Please, don't.

It's just you never know

when it comes to foreigners,

and your professional opinion

is the most reliable.

After all, you are the heart

and soul of the building.

I call them the Casares,

that's his surname.

He works in a factory,

and she doesn't do anything.

They've got two children.

Like all the immigrants around here,

-they live beyond their means.

- Sure.

Not that I'm criticizing or anything.

I'm not racist.

The South Americans like their drink

and shout too much,

but they don't cause me any bother.

The Arabs on the other hand...

- Are there any Arabs living here?

- No. Thank goodness!

A couple have come in

asking about renting,

but unless they're one of those sheikhs,

they're not coming in here!

THE BUILDING - SEVILLE 2016

IRENE AND ENRIQUE

IMMIGRANT COUPLE

KINKI SUPERINTENDEN MONTERO - FORMER SOLDIER

- Morning!

- Morning!

Philippines?

- No.

- Because of your accent.

I couldn't place it the other day.

I still don't know.

- I'm Mexican.

- Mexican.

Ah, wow!

Have you been in Spain for a longtime?

A long time, yeah.

I'm going to take the stairs.

- Have a good day.

- Same to you.

Enrique, how come

you are eating bread?

- We just got our dinner.

- I'm hungry.

Can't we watch TV a bit longer?

No, it's late.

- But, Mom!

- Do as I say!

Put your pyjamas on,

and go brush your teeth.

I'm talking to you.

Let him stay up a little bit longer.

No, or he won't get up in the morning.

It's just one day.

You're not the one who has to get them

out of bed in the morning!

Well, maybe in a couple of weeks

I will be.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

Have the trade union people been

to see you?

Yes. They're going ahead with the layoffs.

Oh, no, Enrique, please...

Don't worry. I'll find a lawyer,

and have him have a look

at my contract.

I'm not going back to Mexico.

Who said anything about going back?

I'm serious...

- What do you mean?

- Nothing.

Have the trade union people been

to see you?

Yes.

- They're going ahead with the layoffs.

- Oh, no, Enrique, please...

Don't worry.

I'll find a lawyer, and have him

have a look at my contract.

I'm not going back to Mexico.

Who said anything about going back?

I'm serious, I'm not coming back.

Enrique, I'm talking to you!

- Well, well! Don lvaro!

- How is it going?

I went out for a run but only managed

to get about 100 meters

before my muscles started

going into spasm!

- Are you OK?

- Yes. It was just a bit of a shock.

On my way back I passed

a chocolate shop, and...

I thought about you.

Yes, I sometimes hear the neighbours

getting up to naughty things too!

Walls are so thin these days,

it's impossible not to!

Indeed. I don't mind it though.

If I'm honest, it gets me a bit excited!

Really?

Women are the opposite to men

in that respect.

The older we get...

Well, the opposite to some men

I would say.

Anyway, going back to the Casares,

apart from those kinds of things,

sometimes I hear them talking.

Not that I'm trying to be nosy,

but I can't help it, you know,

you're in the bathroom and...

Anyway, last night I heard something

that worried me.

Oh, yes?

I'm worried.

This is totally confidential, OK?

Of course! Mum's the word.

I heard him saying they were going

to be laying people off at his work

and that he needed to talk to a lawyer.

I had no idea.

I'd really like to help him,

but I can't just knock on his door

and say:
"I was on the toilet,

and couldn't help overhearing.

Here's my card, call me!"

I understand completely.

It's just not my style, you know?

I don't want them to think I'm trying

to take advantage of their bad luck.

And so what is your style?

My style?

Something more subtle.

My husband pays no attention

to me anymore.

I'm a woman.

I have needs.

And what is it your husband does?

- You want to talk about my husband?

- No. It's just...

Why do you ask so many questions?

Why?

Just curious, I guess.

I love curious men.

Men with a hunger for life.

And I can't stand men

who think they know it all.

- Like your husband?

- No.

Like Mr. Montero, in 5A.

- He's a know-it-all and an obsessive.

- Obsessive?

With everything, the cleaning,

keeping things in order, security...

He sounds like an interesting character.

The problem is that he's lonely.

He had a friend

he used to play chess with,

but he died years ago.

He likes chess?

He loves it. His place is full

of chessboards and books on chess.

He's always moaning

he's got no one to play with.

Such beautiful legs...

Come here, come here.

- Good evening, don Felipe.

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