The Motive Page #6

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Your wife came up

with an interesting idea the other day.

She said that the story,

indeed it's a good one,

about him wanting to write a book,

and therefore he talks the neighbours

into robbing the old man,

this story is in fact a macguffin

to tell a big love story.

You spoke to Amanda about my novel?

I told her a bit about it,

and gave her a few pages to read.

You gave my novel to my wife to read?

You gave my novel to my wife to read?

- Calm down!

- What do you mean calm down?

What's really the problem here?

That you want to be a writer

or that you're pissed

your wife screwed some other guy?

They're two different things.

My wife told you

she's screwed another guy?

Listen, I'm not the bad guy here.

I'm just trying to help you.

My wife doesn't know a damn thing

about writing.

Your wife's a fantastic woman,

you don't know how fantastic she is.

Fantastic.

I'm leaving.

This is what it comes down to, isn't it?

Keep the change, or leave

it for the waitress, I don't care.

I was starting to believe you could do it,

but you're too scared to go all the way.

You lick your wounds

and feel sorry for yourself,

because what's really important

to you is your poor, broken heart,

not your novel.

You don't have the balls to be a writer.

You're a liar.

- What are you talking about, Ma'am?

- You don't have a job.

You haven't worked there

for a long time.

I work for the notary

don Alfonso Quiones.

You were sacked... For incompetence!

I went there myself and they told me.

What?

You can't just dump me like that, eh!

What did you think,

that I was some stupid young girl?

It's painfully clear

that you're not a young girl!

Ma'am.

I want to speak to don Alfonso.

- I want to speak to don Alfonso.

- lvaro, please, calm down.

- I have to talk to him. Please.

- Call him.

- Call him.

- Call don Alfonso.

He's busy,

and can't see you right now.

- Don't make such a fuss.

- I want to talk to don Alfonso.

I have to talk to him.

- He already knows.

- No, I want to talk to him.

Hey, lvaro.

What's this about me losing my job

with no right

to a redundancy package?

You haven't been in for two months,

lvaro. I thought...

But it was Don Alfonso

who told me take a holiday.

Don Alfonso told us you'd quit.

I didn't know. I'm sorry.

I had quit?

By the way, I finished your wife's book.

It's such a great read!

Why are you always going on

about my wife's book?

I've had it up to here with you

talking to me about my wife's book!

My wife and I are separated.

I caught her f***ing

some other guy in a car!

And her book is a pile of f***ing sh*t!

Cheap literature for people like you,

who've never read

a serious book in their f***ing life!

And I couldn't give a sh*t

about this job either!

I'm writing a book.

A real book!

Happy birthday, don Felipe!

What?

- Today's your birthday, isn't it?

- No, today is not my birthday!

The super told me it was today.

My birthday's on the 21st of December.

- Please, come in.

- Thank you.

Well... Thank you anyway.

Beautiful.

And how old are you?

Check.

I'm not on the ball today.

And that gun you've got, does it fire?

Does it fire? Of course it fires!

I imagined it could be a replica.

A replica?

Don't you believe me?

Please, come with me.

Here's to dreams. May they all,

sooner or later, come true.

Cheers.

Enrique, I gave your CV

to a couple of good clients,

but I have to be honest,

it doesn't look good.

Nobody seems to be hiring right now.

Thank you anyway, lvaro.

Yeah, thanks.

There's no need to thank me.

The world isn't treating your fairly.

Do you know our neighbour Mr. Montero?

The guy in 5A.

He's a real oddball.

He keeps all his money in a safe,

because he says

he doesn't trust banks,

and he's got a lot of money.

- I'm sure he's earned it.

- Yeah, sure.

As a fascist soldier!

He's spent most of his life

living off his enormous pension.

Meanwhile, you lose your job,

and your kids might not have

any food on the table tomorrow.

They sure will.

I'm sorry,

but the unfairness of it all

just makes me so mad.

And how do you know

he has a lot of money?

He showed it to me.

Really?

And he put his date of birth

as the code to the safe,

21st of December, 1941.

21-12-19-41.

The fool opened it up in front me.

- Sounds like you know him well.

- We play chess together sometimes.

I felt sorry for him

being on his own the whole time.

You wouldn't believe what a fascist he is!

The other day I asked him

for a favour for a friend of mine,

a foreign girl, and he went berserk.

What did he do?

It was really unpleasant.

I'd rather not...

Go ahead.

No, honestly...

Please, lvaro.

- It's not worth it.

- Please.

Why not? Don't you think?

Go ahead.

I asked him for a job for my friend,

and he went as angry as a bear.

Said he'd rather shoot himself

than hire an immigrant.

That you're all disgusting pigs

who live beyond your means,

robbing the country and taking away

the honest folk's daily bread.

He says you deserve

to all be annihilated

by some contagious disease,

like AIDS did with the gays.

Cheers.

- He's a bastard.

- Son of a b*tch.

He's a disgrace,

and I won't be playing with him again.

You spent all night flirting with him.

Don't be ridiculous.

You haven't stopped

drinking all night.

Because I was jealous.

I saw you with him, and I got jealous.

Don't be foolish.

Enrique, why are you telling me this?

- Come here.

- No, I don't want to.

Well, start moving your ass then,

'cause I'm not going to sit around

waiting for our life to go to sh*t.

- Hi.

- Thanks for coming.

What's wrong?

I'm thinking of leaving my husband.

He's so stressed out, he's becoming

more and more unbalanced.

Unbalanced?

He was like that in Mexico.

He drank too much,

smoked two packets a day,

and was always getting into trouble.

I don't want the same thing

to happen again.

You have to be patient with him.

This is a difficult time.

I'm worried about my kids, lvaro.

I have to think about them.

I'm not 20 years old anymore.

I know things are hard,

but he's your husband.

You have to support him.

You can't abandon him now.

He's your husband.

Irene...

lvaro.

Hi.

Have you got a tool kit I could borrow?

I'm taking the beds

and wardrobes apart.

- How come?

- We're leaving.

- Where are you going?

- Well...

We can't afford the rent anymore.

- And when are you leaving?

- As soon as possible.

As soon as we've packed everything up.

Just one moment.

Everything's going to be OK, you'll see.

- Yeah.

- We're doing this for us.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

THE DINNER:

TO INOCULATE POISON

SHOW FASCINATION

TOWARDS THE COUPLE

Hi.

Hi.

Thank you.

You're leaving.

Yes.

We're packing everything up now.

- Thanks for all your help, lvaro.

- There's no need, really.

Yes, there is.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Oh, my God, he's dead!

He's been murdered!

He's been murdered!

We have to call the Police.

Mr. Montero is dead. Call the Police!

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