Escenario 0 (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Los mariachis - full transcript
STAGE 0
If we carry on through here,
there's a path that leads to the rocks.
I didn't know about this one.
How long have we known each another?
You came when my sister was still alive,
about ten years ago.
Do you think I've changed much
since then?
You were young and handsome back then...
Yes, I'm a different person now.
-I work too much.
-Be careful.
Besides, this life is boring,
that makes a difference too.
And then I see nothing
but absurd people all around me.
Without realising it,
I'm gradually becoming absurd too.
It's an inevitable fate.
I'm not daft yet.
My head is still in the right place
but my emotions are... withered.
I have no desire for anything,
I don't need anyone
or love anyone.
Not even us?
Well, a little bit.
Well, you're really pushing
the boat out today!
I was in a refugee camp
and people dropped like flies...
squalor, poverty...
I didn't stop all day, I hardly ate.
One day they brought me a young boy,
I lay him on the table to operate
and he died.
And then, when least needed,
it stirred my conscience.
As if I'd killed him deliberately.
And I thought, "Those that come after us
in 100 or 200 years' time,
will they have kind words for us?"
I don't think so.
-They won't even remember.
-No...
Since they arrived
something isn't quite right:
I hardly sleep,
we wake up late, have lunch late,
I eat odd things, I drink...
We didn't have any spare time before.
Irene and I worked all day.
But now only she works.
Are they thinking of staying long?
They're thinking of settling here.
Well, at least it's a big house.
They say they can't afford to live
in the city on his professor's pension.
I don't know...
he spends all day writing in his room.
Poor paper.
He'd be better off writing
his biography.
Twenty-five years
theorising about theatre
and understanding nothing.
A real champion.
And now he's retired, I realise
all his essays, his critiques,
his entire work has been useless.
The void. Totally ignored.
And yet, how vain.
Are you jealous?
Mostly of his success with women.
And always good-looking women.
He isn't daft.
When he married my sister,
she had more admirers
than he had students,
and until she died
her love for him was angelic.
And Ariadna...
have you noticed she's still as pretty?
They married when he was about
to retire, and she was very young.
Why?
What for?
Is she faithful to him?
-Unfortunately.
-Why?
Because that faithfulness
isn't for real.
It turns out that cheating on a husband
you can't stand is immoral,
yet ruining your own life
staying at his side isn't.
You're lagging behind.
It's a stroll, not a race.
Her annoying habit
of wanting to walk together.
I could have carried on no problem.
Well, I'm half dead.
You haven't seen our friend here.
"Our friend" is as fit as a fiddle.
All muscle.
You know that saying by Schopenhauer,
that basically life is suffering?
Well, Luis walking up the track
is the reincarnation of that thought.
No, it's just that I like walking
at a gentle pace.
And on a trip out
I demand the right to a gentle stroll,
at our own pace,
not like a herd of cattle.
Walking on your own
strengthens bonds with your inner self.
Luis, the lonely lamb.
Ari, do you know
why your husband didn't want to see me?
You sent me a message yesterday
saying he didn't feel well.
Yes, he complained his legs were aching,
but he's fine today. Sorry.
Well this isn't near...
and I've cancelled my other visits.
We're making it up with this trip.
That's not bad.
We can invite you for dinner
if you like.
I can't, I've got more visits tomorrow.
Good, I'll go down with you
and pick up my dad's book.
-Is it interesting?
-Very.
Thirty years reading and talking about
his critiques. Now a book. What a drag.
Luis, you used to be more cheerful.
I'm not sure about cheerful,
but with a brighter character.
Yes, fluorescent almost.
A bright character
that didn't enlighten anyone.
I've spent my life
working like a slave on this estate.
Just you?
I know, but I fooled myself
thinking that this would change one day.
And now I realise...
It's infuriating, having wasted my time
when I could have been enjoying life.
Mr fluorescent, many theories
in themselves are nothing.
You have to act.
Irene, why don't you come over
to my place with Ari one day?
You can see the new tree nursery.
-You invite them to your possessions?
-They aren't mine.
I've heard you have
a great love for trees.
Don't I get an invite?
It's the local tree nursery,
but the ranger is always ill...
-And your vocation allows for that?
-My vocation...
You're a doctor.
Gonzalo plants trees every year.
-He's even received an award.
-A diploma.
Yes, all right, a diploma.
Forests enrich the soil
and sweeten people's souls.
Yeah, sure, we're all sweet around here.
Like honey.
You're a real sweetie, Gonzalito!
Honestly,
it's been proved that in areas
where nature is cared for
people are much calmer,
more sensitive.
I admit that forests are cut down
out of real necessity,
but we cut down
and burn millions of trees,
destroying animals' dens
and birds' nests,
rivers lose volume, they dry up,
wonderful landscapes disappear,
never to return,
all because of human greed.
You have to be a barbarian
to burn so much beauty.
To destroy what we are incapable
of creating ourselves.
If man is endowed with intelligence
and creative force it is to multiply
what he has been given,
yet far from doing that,
what man does is destroy.
There are fewer and fewer forests.
Rivers dry up, birds disappear,
the climate loses its mildness,
the land becomes poor.
When I go past a forest
that has been saved from being cut down,
when I hear the rustling of a young tree
that I planted,
I admit that the climate
is in my hands to a degree
and if man is happy
a thousand years from now,
it will be because of me, in part.
-You were arguing again today.
-He's a pain.
-He's no worse than you.
-Ari... I've been watching you.
When you look at your husband, your face,
your gestures, show nothing but apathy.
Yes, apathy and boredom,
but not because of him.
Please, don't judge me.
It's the same as what Gonzalo says:
just like forests are destroyed
on Earth there will be neither loyalty,
capacity for sacrifice, nor innocence.
Why can't you look at a woman
who isn't yours with indifference?
I'm not sure
if I want to philosophise on this.
Well don't go on about it then.
You and I are friends.
-Don't look at me like that.
-How do you want me to look at you?
I know there's no chance of you
feeling the same way as me,
but I need to look at you.
Hear your voice.
I need to talk to you about my love.
Luis, the world isn't destroyed
by natural disasters,
but by selfishness.
And by hatred.
There's too much tension
in this family already.
-Why don't you help us to make up?
-How about making up with me first?
I get unsettled
when you want to talk about love.
-I never know what to say.
-I love you.
-Leave me alone. I have to talk to you.
-I love you.
-I have to talk to...
-A small hug?
Okay, I'm sorry.
As a sign of peace I'll bring you
a gift.
What's this?
It's dry.
The old stream.
We played here as kids.
We had races with leaves
to see which went the furthest.
You were right,
she's beautiful.
Is he ill or is he faking it?
He's ill.
-Are you in love?
-Leave me alone.
-You're in love.
-She's my friend!
-Sure...
-Sure? Sure, what?
Men and women can only become friends
after they've been lovers.
Gonzalo...
Perhaps I'm becoming rather vulgar.
And when I drink, I get cynical.
I have no past,
it wasted away fruitlessly.
And my present is absurd.
This is my life.
This is my love.
Where do I put them?
What do I do with them?
This is better than the void.
The void?
I work all day,
you haven't helped me in days,
and you talk about the void.
What are you thinking, Gonzalo?
You've just had the same expression
as your mother's.
-If she...
-What?
No... Nothing.
I'll move on.
I couldn't live with you
one single month.
I'd suffocate in this atmosphere.
Your father with his illnesses
and bad moods.
Luis with his sadness.
And Ariadna...
What about Ariadna?
Her life is reduced to eating,
sleeping and charming everyone.
She has no obligations.
Sorry, perhaps I'm too harsh.
Perhaps because, like Luis,
I'm not satisfied with life.
Aren't you satisfied with your life?
I don't know if it happens to you
but when you have to go
through the forest at night
but you see a tiny light
shining in the distance,
you forget how tired you are,
the darkness, and even the branches
hitting you in the face.
I work non-stop,
I'm forever receiving blows from fate.
I sometimes suffer unbearably,
but what is really exhausting...
is that I no longer see
the tiny light.
I can't see it anymore.
Stop drinking, please.
Why?
You're an intelligent man.
And...
you're sensitive.
And kind.
Touché!
And if love came along?
If I had a friend
ten years older than me
and you knew she liked you...
What would you say to her?
I'd say I've become cynical,
I'd say my feelings are numb.
I don't think
I can ever feel anything for anyone.
Perhaps desire but...
But that isn't love, or affection,
right?
Irene...
You and I
ought to love one another more.
We haven't ever hurt one another.
Yes, I wanted to talk to you about it.
But I was embarrassed.
I fell in love with your father,
very much.
The idea that he was an intellectual
attracted me.
Perhaps it wasn't true love
but at the time I felt it was genuine.
I was wrong,
but since the day
I was introduced to you,
you haven't stopped condemning me
with your intelligent eyes.
I know...
Irene,
you have to trust others.
You have to trust others,
or life becomes unbearable.
Can I ask you a question?
Yes.
Are you happy?
No.
Would you like to have
a younger partner?
Of course I would!
What do you think of Gonzalo?
What do I think of him?
Yes, I find him very attractive.
Besides, he cures people,
he saves trees.
You think I'm silly, don't you?
No.
No.
He's talented.
He has audacity, clearness of mind,
broad horizons.
He plants a tree and imagines
what will happen 100 years from now.
The goodness of humanity
appears before him...
And he fights for it.
Yet I am an episodic character.
At work, in my family,
in my love stories...
nothing more than an episodic character.
No, Irene, I'm not happy.
We make a fine pair,
you aren't happy
and I don't know what to do.
All you need to know
is whether he likes you or not.
I don't know what to do, sometimes...
it feels as though he doesn't see me.
I'll ask him.
-Now?
-Yes.
Will you tell me the truth?
The truth, whatever it might be,
is always better than uncertainty.
No.
Uncertainty is better,
then there's always hope.
Only 70 years ago,
these forests covered three quarters
of the land in this area.
There were wild goats, horses,
lynxes, bears, there were eagles too.
A lake full of ducks and fish.
And lots of cattle everywhere.
Forests only cover
a sixth of the area now
and the lake dried up years ago.
There are almost no animals left.
Degeneration caused by inertia,
ignorance,
lack of awareness...
Man instinctively burns
and destroys everything
without thinking about the future,
of course.
This area has been conserved
because it's protected, but the rest...
I gather information
from the old folk that live around here,
and I do these drawings.
It's lovely, Gonzalo.
It doesn't interest you much?
Yes, of course it does,
but my mind is on other things.
I need to subject you
to a quick questioning.
-A questioning?
-Yes, don't worry, it's quite innocent.
It's about Irene.
Do you like her?
-I'm fond of her.
-No...
-As a woman... do you like her?
-As a woman...
No.
Haven't you noticed?
Noticed what?
She's suffering.
You should stop coming round.
If she's suffering, I'll go.
What I don't understand though...
Why did you need to question me?
What do you mean?
You're crafty, right?
No, don't act surprised.
You know perfectly well why I'm here.
I don't understand.
You made me come, right?
Have you gone crazy?
You're playing shy.
I'm better than what you think.
Look, Ari...
I'll leave today.
I won't go back to your house, ever.
-But now...
-You don't know what you're saying.
I don't know what I'm saying?
Are you sure?
Stop, please.
Luis!
Have you spoken to him?
Luis, wait.
-I'd better go.
-Wait, wait.
I need to talk you.
Your father asked me to.
He's ill and he says that...
living here is impossible.
He isn't made for country life.
And moving back to the city with his
income and what this generates...
that isn't possible either.
He has...
He has a proposal for you.
A proposal?
He suggests selling the estate.
I don't think I understand correctly.
And where do Irene and I go?
-You'll have money and...
-What are you on about?
Dad bought this house
to leave it to Irene.
Luis, we won't sell
without Irene's consent.
What the hell got into you?
-I'm not saying it's the ideal project.
-Are you stupid?
You know that this estate
couldn't have been bought
if I hadn't renounced my share of
the inheritance in favour of my sister.
I've been doing the donkey work
to pay the debt.
You intend kicking us out?
I've credited your account
with the profits each year, haven't I?
And you've never thanked me, not once.
Don't you realise
I was earning a shit wage?
Didn't it cross your mind
to increase my wage?
Didn't it cross your mind
to increase my wage?
-Tell me! Tell me!
-Stop!
What are you doing?
-Have you hurt yourself?
-No.
No way, Ari, no way.
I'm sorry,
but you must understand.
Luis has spent his life working for you.
He's given you everything, dammit.
And this is his home.
Leave me alone,
I can't stand being observed.
No, knowing you, I'm not leaving.
I saw you both.
What do you mean?
I saw you making eyes.
Making eyes?
You were looking
with a goofy look on your face.
This world is mad.
You talk nonsense.
Aren't I mad? As a madman
I have the right to talk nonsense.
You aren't mad, you're simply peculiar.
-I'm peculiar.
-Yes.
But the natural state of man is
peculiarity. I mean, I'm sorry for you
but you enter within the parameters
of standard madness.
How embarrassing...
What can I do?
Nothing.
I could have studied, had a career.
I'm intelligent.
Talented.
If only I could wake up
and start a new life.
What new life are you talking about?
We've no hope.
Really?
That's enough.
Enough.
You and I have no hope and you know it.
Yes, two men who thought themselves
to be intelligent and decent
and who, in ten years,
have been absorbed by life
with all its shit.
It has poisoned our blood
and we've become cynical.
And our only ray of hope is that
our graves will be visited
by pleasant beings.
So, be content with that.
Let's go home
or I'll go nuts.
Yes, let's go.
We'll set to work early tomorrow.
We've totally neglected everything.
I think we're leaving tonight.
There's a shortcut back, right?
I'll show you the way.
Ari,
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, too.
Goodbye, my dear friend.
Irene...
Tell my dad I'll phone him tomorrow.
Okay.
I'll be right back.
This way.
It's that way.
Are you so afraid?
Yes.
Ari,
in the world you live in,
there's nothing for you.
Nothing excites you.
Admit it, sooner or later
you'll succumb to love.
Wouldn't it be better here,
surrounded by nature?
More poetic, and prettier.
I'd like to remember you,
you're an interesting and original man,
Gonzalo Cunill.
Don't keep bad memories of me.
No.
It's strange...
We've found one another and...
We'll never see each other again.
It's strange.
The end of the comedy.
I wish you all the best.
Well...
I have to go this way.
Why don't you stay?
I can't.
When will you come back?
I don't think I can before next year.
Thank you.
Thank you for your bread,
your salt
and your affection.
Thank you for everything.
He's gone.
I suffer so much...
If only you knew how much I suffer...
We must live,
we will live.
We will live through
many days and nights,
bearing whatever
fate has in store for us.
We will work for others without rest.
And when our time comes,
we will die with resignation.
And there,
on the other side of the grave,
we will say we have suffered and cried,
that our life has been so hard.
And then we will rest.
And we will see
how all the earthly wickedness,
and all our suffering will drown
in compassion
that will fill the Universe.
And our new life will be calm,
it will be tender
and as sweet as a caress.
I think so.
I really think so.
One day, we will rest.
We will rest.
If we carry on through here,
there's a path that leads to the rocks.
I didn't know about this one.
How long have we known each another?
You came when my sister was still alive,
about ten years ago.
Do you think I've changed much
since then?
You were young and handsome back then...
Yes, I'm a different person now.
-I work too much.
-Be careful.
Besides, this life is boring,
that makes a difference too.
And then I see nothing
but absurd people all around me.
Without realising it,
I'm gradually becoming absurd too.
It's an inevitable fate.
I'm not daft yet.
My head is still in the right place
but my emotions are... withered.
I have no desire for anything,
I don't need anyone
or love anyone.
Not even us?
Well, a little bit.
Well, you're really pushing
the boat out today!
I was in a refugee camp
and people dropped like flies...
squalor, poverty...
I didn't stop all day, I hardly ate.
One day they brought me a young boy,
I lay him on the table to operate
and he died.
And then, when least needed,
it stirred my conscience.
As if I'd killed him deliberately.
And I thought, "Those that come after us
in 100 or 200 years' time,
will they have kind words for us?"
I don't think so.
-They won't even remember.
-No...
Since they arrived
something isn't quite right:
I hardly sleep,
we wake up late, have lunch late,
I eat odd things, I drink...
We didn't have any spare time before.
Irene and I worked all day.
But now only she works.
Are they thinking of staying long?
They're thinking of settling here.
Well, at least it's a big house.
They say they can't afford to live
in the city on his professor's pension.
I don't know...
he spends all day writing in his room.
Poor paper.
He'd be better off writing
his biography.
Twenty-five years
theorising about theatre
and understanding nothing.
A real champion.
And now he's retired, I realise
all his essays, his critiques,
his entire work has been useless.
The void. Totally ignored.
And yet, how vain.
Are you jealous?
Mostly of his success with women.
And always good-looking women.
He isn't daft.
When he married my sister,
she had more admirers
than he had students,
and until she died
her love for him was angelic.
And Ariadna...
have you noticed she's still as pretty?
They married when he was about
to retire, and she was very young.
Why?
What for?
Is she faithful to him?
-Unfortunately.
-Why?
Because that faithfulness
isn't for real.
It turns out that cheating on a husband
you can't stand is immoral,
yet ruining your own life
staying at his side isn't.
You're lagging behind.
It's a stroll, not a race.
Her annoying habit
of wanting to walk together.
I could have carried on no problem.
Well, I'm half dead.
You haven't seen our friend here.
"Our friend" is as fit as a fiddle.
All muscle.
You know that saying by Schopenhauer,
that basically life is suffering?
Well, Luis walking up the track
is the reincarnation of that thought.
No, it's just that I like walking
at a gentle pace.
And on a trip out
I demand the right to a gentle stroll,
at our own pace,
not like a herd of cattle.
Walking on your own
strengthens bonds with your inner self.
Luis, the lonely lamb.
Ari, do you know
why your husband didn't want to see me?
You sent me a message yesterday
saying he didn't feel well.
Yes, he complained his legs were aching,
but he's fine today. Sorry.
Well this isn't near...
and I've cancelled my other visits.
We're making it up with this trip.
That's not bad.
We can invite you for dinner
if you like.
I can't, I've got more visits tomorrow.
Good, I'll go down with you
and pick up my dad's book.
-Is it interesting?
-Very.
Thirty years reading and talking about
his critiques. Now a book. What a drag.
Luis, you used to be more cheerful.
I'm not sure about cheerful,
but with a brighter character.
Yes, fluorescent almost.
A bright character
that didn't enlighten anyone.
I've spent my life
working like a slave on this estate.
Just you?
I know, but I fooled myself
thinking that this would change one day.
And now I realise...
It's infuriating, having wasted my time
when I could have been enjoying life.
Mr fluorescent, many theories
in themselves are nothing.
You have to act.
Irene, why don't you come over
to my place with Ari one day?
You can see the new tree nursery.
-You invite them to your possessions?
-They aren't mine.
I've heard you have
a great love for trees.
Don't I get an invite?
It's the local tree nursery,
but the ranger is always ill...
-And your vocation allows for that?
-My vocation...
You're a doctor.
Gonzalo plants trees every year.
-He's even received an award.
-A diploma.
Yes, all right, a diploma.
Forests enrich the soil
and sweeten people's souls.
Yeah, sure, we're all sweet around here.
Like honey.
You're a real sweetie, Gonzalito!
Honestly,
it's been proved that in areas
where nature is cared for
people are much calmer,
more sensitive.
I admit that forests are cut down
out of real necessity,
but we cut down
and burn millions of trees,
destroying animals' dens
and birds' nests,
rivers lose volume, they dry up,
wonderful landscapes disappear,
never to return,
all because of human greed.
You have to be a barbarian
to burn so much beauty.
To destroy what we are incapable
of creating ourselves.
If man is endowed with intelligence
and creative force it is to multiply
what he has been given,
yet far from doing that,
what man does is destroy.
There are fewer and fewer forests.
Rivers dry up, birds disappear,
the climate loses its mildness,
the land becomes poor.
When I go past a forest
that has been saved from being cut down,
when I hear the rustling of a young tree
that I planted,
I admit that the climate
is in my hands to a degree
and if man is happy
a thousand years from now,
it will be because of me, in part.
-You were arguing again today.
-He's a pain.
-He's no worse than you.
-Ari... I've been watching you.
When you look at your husband, your face,
your gestures, show nothing but apathy.
Yes, apathy and boredom,
but not because of him.
Please, don't judge me.
It's the same as what Gonzalo says:
just like forests are destroyed
on Earth there will be neither loyalty,
capacity for sacrifice, nor innocence.
Why can't you look at a woman
who isn't yours with indifference?
I'm not sure
if I want to philosophise on this.
Well don't go on about it then.
You and I are friends.
-Don't look at me like that.
-How do you want me to look at you?
I know there's no chance of you
feeling the same way as me,
but I need to look at you.
Hear your voice.
I need to talk to you about my love.
Luis, the world isn't destroyed
by natural disasters,
but by selfishness.
And by hatred.
There's too much tension
in this family already.
-Why don't you help us to make up?
-How about making up with me first?
I get unsettled
when you want to talk about love.
-I never know what to say.
-I love you.
-Leave me alone. I have to talk to you.
-I love you.
-I have to talk to...
-A small hug?
Okay, I'm sorry.
As a sign of peace I'll bring you
a gift.
What's this?
It's dry.
The old stream.
We played here as kids.
We had races with leaves
to see which went the furthest.
You were right,
she's beautiful.
Is he ill or is he faking it?
He's ill.
-Are you in love?
-Leave me alone.
-You're in love.
-She's my friend!
-Sure...
-Sure? Sure, what?
Men and women can only become friends
after they've been lovers.
Gonzalo...
Perhaps I'm becoming rather vulgar.
And when I drink, I get cynical.
I have no past,
it wasted away fruitlessly.
And my present is absurd.
This is my life.
This is my love.
Where do I put them?
What do I do with them?
This is better than the void.
The void?
I work all day,
you haven't helped me in days,
and you talk about the void.
What are you thinking, Gonzalo?
You've just had the same expression
as your mother's.
-If she...
-What?
No... Nothing.
I'll move on.
I couldn't live with you
one single month.
I'd suffocate in this atmosphere.
Your father with his illnesses
and bad moods.
Luis with his sadness.
And Ariadna...
What about Ariadna?
Her life is reduced to eating,
sleeping and charming everyone.
She has no obligations.
Sorry, perhaps I'm too harsh.
Perhaps because, like Luis,
I'm not satisfied with life.
Aren't you satisfied with your life?
I don't know if it happens to you
but when you have to go
through the forest at night
but you see a tiny light
shining in the distance,
you forget how tired you are,
the darkness, and even the branches
hitting you in the face.
I work non-stop,
I'm forever receiving blows from fate.
I sometimes suffer unbearably,
but what is really exhausting...
is that I no longer see
the tiny light.
I can't see it anymore.
Stop drinking, please.
Why?
You're an intelligent man.
And...
you're sensitive.
And kind.
Touché!
And if love came along?
If I had a friend
ten years older than me
and you knew she liked you...
What would you say to her?
I'd say I've become cynical,
I'd say my feelings are numb.
I don't think
I can ever feel anything for anyone.
Perhaps desire but...
But that isn't love, or affection,
right?
Irene...
You and I
ought to love one another more.
We haven't ever hurt one another.
Yes, I wanted to talk to you about it.
But I was embarrassed.
I fell in love with your father,
very much.
The idea that he was an intellectual
attracted me.
Perhaps it wasn't true love
but at the time I felt it was genuine.
I was wrong,
but since the day
I was introduced to you,
you haven't stopped condemning me
with your intelligent eyes.
I know...
Irene,
you have to trust others.
You have to trust others,
or life becomes unbearable.
Can I ask you a question?
Yes.
Are you happy?
No.
Would you like to have
a younger partner?
Of course I would!
What do you think of Gonzalo?
What do I think of him?
Yes, I find him very attractive.
Besides, he cures people,
he saves trees.
You think I'm silly, don't you?
No.
No.
He's talented.
He has audacity, clearness of mind,
broad horizons.
He plants a tree and imagines
what will happen 100 years from now.
The goodness of humanity
appears before him...
And he fights for it.
Yet I am an episodic character.
At work, in my family,
in my love stories...
nothing more than an episodic character.
No, Irene, I'm not happy.
We make a fine pair,
you aren't happy
and I don't know what to do.
All you need to know
is whether he likes you or not.
I don't know what to do, sometimes...
it feels as though he doesn't see me.
I'll ask him.
-Now?
-Yes.
Will you tell me the truth?
The truth, whatever it might be,
is always better than uncertainty.
No.
Uncertainty is better,
then there's always hope.
Only 70 years ago,
these forests covered three quarters
of the land in this area.
There were wild goats, horses,
lynxes, bears, there were eagles too.
A lake full of ducks and fish.
And lots of cattle everywhere.
Forests only cover
a sixth of the area now
and the lake dried up years ago.
There are almost no animals left.
Degeneration caused by inertia,
ignorance,
lack of awareness...
Man instinctively burns
and destroys everything
without thinking about the future,
of course.
This area has been conserved
because it's protected, but the rest...
I gather information
from the old folk that live around here,
and I do these drawings.
It's lovely, Gonzalo.
It doesn't interest you much?
Yes, of course it does,
but my mind is on other things.
I need to subject you
to a quick questioning.
-A questioning?
-Yes, don't worry, it's quite innocent.
It's about Irene.
Do you like her?
-I'm fond of her.
-No...
-As a woman... do you like her?
-As a woman...
No.
Haven't you noticed?
Noticed what?
She's suffering.
You should stop coming round.
If she's suffering, I'll go.
What I don't understand though...
Why did you need to question me?
What do you mean?
You're crafty, right?
No, don't act surprised.
You know perfectly well why I'm here.
I don't understand.
You made me come, right?
Have you gone crazy?
You're playing shy.
I'm better than what you think.
Look, Ari...
I'll leave today.
I won't go back to your house, ever.
-But now...
-You don't know what you're saying.
I don't know what I'm saying?
Are you sure?
Stop, please.
Luis!
Have you spoken to him?
Luis, wait.
-I'd better go.
-Wait, wait.
I need to talk you.
Your father asked me to.
He's ill and he says that...
living here is impossible.
He isn't made for country life.
And moving back to the city with his
income and what this generates...
that isn't possible either.
He has...
He has a proposal for you.
A proposal?
He suggests selling the estate.
I don't think I understand correctly.
And where do Irene and I go?
-You'll have money and...
-What are you on about?
Dad bought this house
to leave it to Irene.
Luis, we won't sell
without Irene's consent.
What the hell got into you?
-I'm not saying it's the ideal project.
-Are you stupid?
You know that this estate
couldn't have been bought
if I hadn't renounced my share of
the inheritance in favour of my sister.
I've been doing the donkey work
to pay the debt.
You intend kicking us out?
I've credited your account
with the profits each year, haven't I?
And you've never thanked me, not once.
Don't you realise
I was earning a shit wage?
Didn't it cross your mind
to increase my wage?
Didn't it cross your mind
to increase my wage?
-Tell me! Tell me!
-Stop!
What are you doing?
-Have you hurt yourself?
-No.
No way, Ari, no way.
I'm sorry,
but you must understand.
Luis has spent his life working for you.
He's given you everything, dammit.
And this is his home.
Leave me alone,
I can't stand being observed.
No, knowing you, I'm not leaving.
I saw you both.
What do you mean?
I saw you making eyes.
Making eyes?
You were looking
with a goofy look on your face.
This world is mad.
You talk nonsense.
Aren't I mad? As a madman
I have the right to talk nonsense.
You aren't mad, you're simply peculiar.
-I'm peculiar.
-Yes.
But the natural state of man is
peculiarity. I mean, I'm sorry for you
but you enter within the parameters
of standard madness.
How embarrassing...
What can I do?
Nothing.
I could have studied, had a career.
I'm intelligent.
Talented.
If only I could wake up
and start a new life.
What new life are you talking about?
We've no hope.
Really?
That's enough.
Enough.
You and I have no hope and you know it.
Yes, two men who thought themselves
to be intelligent and decent
and who, in ten years,
have been absorbed by life
with all its shit.
It has poisoned our blood
and we've become cynical.
And our only ray of hope is that
our graves will be visited
by pleasant beings.
So, be content with that.
Let's go home
or I'll go nuts.
Yes, let's go.
We'll set to work early tomorrow.
We've totally neglected everything.
I think we're leaving tonight.
There's a shortcut back, right?
I'll show you the way.
Ari,
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, too.
Goodbye, my dear friend.
Irene...
Tell my dad I'll phone him tomorrow.
Okay.
I'll be right back.
This way.
It's that way.
Are you so afraid?
Yes.
Ari,
in the world you live in,
there's nothing for you.
Nothing excites you.
Admit it, sooner or later
you'll succumb to love.
Wouldn't it be better here,
surrounded by nature?
More poetic, and prettier.
I'd like to remember you,
you're an interesting and original man,
Gonzalo Cunill.
Don't keep bad memories of me.
No.
It's strange...
We've found one another and...
We'll never see each other again.
It's strange.
The end of the comedy.
I wish you all the best.
Well...
I have to go this way.
Why don't you stay?
I can't.
When will you come back?
I don't think I can before next year.
Thank you.
Thank you for your bread,
your salt
and your affection.
Thank you for everything.
He's gone.
I suffer so much...
If only you knew how much I suffer...
We must live,
we will live.
We will live through
many days and nights,
bearing whatever
fate has in store for us.
We will work for others without rest.
And when our time comes,
we will die with resignation.
And there,
on the other side of the grave,
we will say we have suffered and cried,
that our life has been so hard.
And then we will rest.
And we will see
how all the earthly wickedness,
and all our suffering will drown
in compassion
that will fill the Universe.
And our new life will be calm,
it will be tender
and as sweet as a caress.
I think so.
I really think so.
One day, we will rest.
We will rest.