Holy Family (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
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MELILLA, SPAIN
NOVEMBER 1998
Notify the OR. We're doing a C-section.
Hello.
Hello, my love.
Hello.
Hello, my love.
Natalia's here.
She's anxious to be with Nico.
Come here.
Very well, then.
Tell me, what do you see here?
An amulet?
A fertility goddess?
A sturdy woman?
A mother?
Venus of Willendorf.
More than 20,000 years ago,
20,000 years ago, in the Paleolithic era,
these figures were not just fetishes.
They were already telling us
about the important role
of women and mothers in history.
Not only in charge
of feeding the offspring,
but also, protecting and preserving
the survival of the species
against any danger.
In China, 4,000 years ago,
the remains of this mother
protecting her child from an earthquake
brought us closer to a fascinating theory,
which considers the bond
between mother and offspring
to be what has given rise
to society as we know it today.
That is, it is the mother's attachment
that has made us empathetic human beings.
We needed to stop being nomads.
That is, it has made us evolve.
A Russian poetess once said
that a mother's love
is like a scorpion's tail.
Flexible,
precise
and full of poison.
Poison is a powerful love.
Relentless. Unique.
So I ask you again, what do you see here?
I see the origin of it all.
I see the magic.
The generosity of the nature of all women.
Because without their protection,
we would not be here.
Breathing.
Don't forget it.
Don't ever forget it.
All good, Aitana?
All good?
-This has nothing to do with narrative.
-Right.
How are you going to make movies
without knowing the real story?
Let me ask you something personal.
How many of you here want to be mothers?
Come now, I ask
because it's not obligatory to become one.
-He's getting bigger every day.
-Lorenzo, play with your friend, honey.
He has already started eating eggs.
The pediatrician suggested it?
What's his name?
I'm thinking of changing mine.
He doesn't live here.
I was about to ask you
for the number of yours.
No way.
Your turn.
By the way, are you guys going to Cologne?
Are you finally moving?
To Cologne? No, not a chance.
No matter how much Ramón asks
for a transfer, he won't get that job. No.
-Lunch on Saturday?
-Okay.
I can't.
It's this little pumpkin's first birthday.
All the more reason.
And we'll finally get to see your house.
What's the matter?
You still don't trust us?
She doesn't mean it.
Honestly, I have a lot of work to do.
I'll host.
It's not about the house.
Gloria, your child's first birthday
is very important.
He won't even notice.
But it's unusual not to celebrate it.
Children remember everything.
Even their mother's womb.
Well, I don't really remember.
Anyway, we must celebrate
Hugo's birthday, no matter what.
It's true.
Okay.
Another margarita?
Sure.
Waiter, another round, please.
Aitana.
Two margaritas.
I have to leave.
Lorenzo, be careful.
-Hi.
-Hello, my dear.
So, we're having lunch on Saturday?
-Sure.
-At my place?
-Okay.
-Be good.
Yes, we will.
Strange that she doesn't want
to celebrate, right?
Everything okay?
-Are you sure?
-Yeah.
The baby has already eaten.
But you know he asks for more.
-Here you are.
-Are you okay?
We're going to celebrate Hugo's birthday.
Oh… one year already.
Your social life is booming, isn't it?
Well, in Barcelona,
it was your brother who had a social life.
And remember what happened?
Besides, Blanca is right.
Not celebrating the first birthday
is very unusual. Everyone does it.
Well, I don't remember my first birthday.
Because you were very small, my love.
It will be at Alicia's house.
It'll be fine.
-I'm coming down.
-Okay.
Why did you lock the door?
I sliced your fruit.
-I'll get another blanket.
-When can I go out in the daytime?
That's why I put a lock on the door.
So you won't go out during the day.
It's safer at night.
Abel, things will change soon.
Leave them on the floor.
The garbage men will collect them.
Thanks.
-You're new, aren't you?
-Yes, it seems so. Yes.
-Caterina.
-A foreigner?
-Yes.
-My name is Blanca.
My pleasure.
-I live on this street--
-Her name is Ana.
Who's Ana, honey?
-Ana.
-Yes, my daughter.
How do you know?
The street.
Yes, of course. We live on this street,
and we've seen you walking.
Of course. And you?
His name is Lorenzo.
Hello, Lorenzo.
How smart and handsome you are, huh?
I always wanted to have a daughter, but…
How old is she?
Just four months.
You're going to love it here.
Right, Lorenzo?
Madrid is very nice,
but this neighborhood
in particular is very quiet.
Big enough to get lost
and small enough to find yourself.
Just what they told us
at the real estate agency.
Oh, honey. Honey, look.
Hey.
We have a neighbor.
-Hello.
-Hello.
Germán. Nice to meet you.
I am Blanca.
And this is my son Lorenzo.
Hello, Lorenzo.
High five! How are you?
I'm great.
I am the best guide in Fuente del Berro.
Really? Do you agree?
No.
-So sweet.
-He's very funny.
-Do you like coffee?
-Me? Of course, I do.
You give my wife some coffee,
and she goes crazy.
Tomorrow, I'll take you
to try the best, okay?
-Okay.
-And I'll catch you up.
-Would you introduce me to some friends?
-Of course.
-Thank you! That's nice!
-Bye.
Bye, Lorenzo.
I'll hold him.
-He hasn't stopped crying.
-Oh, my love.
When he gets like this,
he only wants me, right?
It's his teeth.
He must be hungry.
I'm telling you, it's his teeth.
I'm sorry.
But you were exactly the same. Really.
That's why I know it's his teeth.
Right, my love?
Have you told Abel about Nico's party?
His name is Hugo.
In and out of this house,
we stick to the agreed names.
Besides, it's not a party.
It's what I have to do
to avoid arousing suspicion.
I wish I could throw parties
to avoid arousing suspicion.
Join me, then.
That way you can socialize,
if you're so interested.
No, thanks.
Listen to me.
Blanca's a social whirlwind.
There's no way to shut her up.
The only way to do it
is to go with the flow.
You can't say no to that woman.
It's all I can do.
You've locked him up.
Abel? Yes, I locked him up.
He was very nervous.
And I didn't want him
to do something crazy.
But it's nighttime now.
So, you take the key.
Tell him he can come out.
My love.
Things will be good in Canada.
I promise. You'll see.
I'm sorry. Are you okay?
Yes, I am.
Sorry. It's very dark, man.
I didn't see you.
Does it hurt?
No.
-Are you sure?
-I'm sure.
If you want, I'll walk with you.
I'm sorry!
The ideology of Soviet cinema
had a very clear mission.
To show revolutionary cinema
through and for the revolution.
At first sight,
it may seem a boring period,
because there is no fantasy,
because there is no place for fiction.
But to me,
it is a fascinating period because…
Where did you come from?
Hey!
Wait! Come back!
Lorenzo, go over there.
But don't go too far away, huh, my love?
Mommy must see you.
Mommy must see you.
As I was saying,
we still haven't received any news.
And Pedro is very sensitive.
No wonder, all this bureaucracy is absurd.
What are you talking about?
We won't be able to celebrate
Hugo's birthday at our place. I'm sorry.
You know what? We'll do it at mine.
Oh, that's great.
Welcome home.
-Are you sure?
-Of course.
Maybe the baby won't remember,
but I won't forget it.
This news should be celebrated.
César, the usual!
And some appetizers.
-And bring some snacks.
-Sure.
Oh, Caterina!
You're just in time for the margaritas.
Make it four, César.
Sorry, you must be breastfeeding, right?
No, she never fed on my breast.
Girls, let me introduce you.
This is Caterina.
This is Alicia and Gloria, my friends.
-Nice to meet you. Caterina.
-Likewise.
-Hello. What a beautiful name.
-Yes.
-Do you know what it means?
-Uh, no.
Purity.
-It is a beautiful name.
-Your margaritas.
Where are you from?
Well, from different places.
My father is a diplomat.
Gloria is also new.
She's been here for three months.
She's beautiful. She looks just like you.
Really? I don't think so.
She looks like neither of us.
She looks like… someone else's.
But they say they change, right?
Yes, sure, they change. This little boy,
I have some of his clothes
still unworn in the drawer.
What size is yours?
Uh, regular size.
What do you mean by regular?
Yes, the regular size for her age.
Well, that size-by-age thing is a mess.
Beautiful girls' reunion! This is Aitana.
-Hi.
-Another friend?
-Hi, Aitana.
-No, she looks after Hugo.
Oh, the au pair.
And are you the mom's mom
or the dad's mom?
No. I am not the grandmother.
I am the mother.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Don't worry.
When I met her, I also thought she was
the grandmother and Aitana the mother.
Jesus…
How dare you! You kept saying
that she looked like the grandmother too.
-I'm so sorry…
-It's all right. I'd better get going.
You're not offended by me, are you?
Not at all. It's just that I have to do
all the shopping for Saturday.
You have to learn to shut up.
I'm leaving. Pedro's out of school now.
It was a pleasure.
By the way, Blanca,
tomorrow we're going for a walk.
Sure.
-Nice to meet you, Caterina.
-Really?
She wants to go for a walk 'cause she says
I spend all day drinking margaritas.
-Don't worry. Now you'll have company.
-Great.
How are you doing?
Did you find everything I asked for?
-Yeah.
-The balloons too?
Yeah.
I think you're taking advantage
of the agreement.
Anything?
No, nothing.
Who was that woman?
Who?
The new one. The one
who thought you were his grandmother.
Caterina.
I don't trust her.
I don't have a good feeling about her.
Where is she from?
I have no idea. She has a weird accent.
But stop thinking about it.
You're even more paranoid than I am.
I just want this to be over.
Me too, but we have to go
little by little, step by step. Okay?
But all of them in the house?
Yes. All of them.
I don't say it to upset you.
It's just that you're the first one
to remind us to be careful.
Everything will be fine.
We'll celebrate his birthday.
And everything will be okay.
-Blanca.
-Yes. Who is it?
-How are you? This is Gloria.
-Oh, Gloria.
Yes, I was calling to ask you…
What was the name
of that girl who came to the park?
The new one.
-Oh, yeah. Caterina.
-Caterina.
Oh, she's so nice.
Yes, that's right. I was calling
to invite her to Hugo's birthday.
Sure. She's going to love it.
Nothing.
What if the letter has been misplaced?
No, it will arrive, I'm sure.
I'll be right back. Come on!
You're skipping a "D."
No.
Listen to the melody.
You're placing too much importance
on the right hand.
Look.
Scoot over.
Show me.
You're not a student here.
We're a bunch of dweebs compared to you.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to boast.
No way. I'm the one with a problem.
I don't know why I am here. Well, I do.
You don't like music?
Very much.
But between Chopin and Nirvana,
don't make me choose.
A little rocker in the conservatory?
This was my parents' idea.
Every family has its black sheep, right?
Would you like to go to a party?
To play.
I can't.
I haven't told you when.
-When?
-Saturday. My place.
I can't. It's my brother's--
Wait. Did I say Saturday?
No, I was wrong. I meant Friday.
Next Friday.
Now you've run out of excuses.
I can't go either.
Wait! Give me a second.
Look, I'll tell you what.
If they start with the cello, you win.
You don't come to my party,
and you never see me again.
But if they start with the violin, I win,
and you come to the party.
How do I know
you don't know what they'll play?
Guys, have we met before?
Have we ever seen each other
in the conservatory?
-No?
-No. Never.
Deal?
Okay.
Yes!
No!
So…
This Friday…
Here's the address.
I expect you there.
I'm expecting you. Don't let me down.
I'm Marcos. And you?
I am Aitana.
Aitana, you play fucking great.
Hey, sis.
How are the classes going?
Okay.
I wish I could go.
Hey, have you talked to Mom?
Did you hurt yourself?
-It's nothing.
-Give me that.
I told her I need to get out,
in the daytime.
Do you know if she's still mad
about what happened in Barcelona?
That was not your fault.
You're the least to blame for everything.
She's gonna throw a party at home.
Really?
For Nico's birthday.
Hugo!
I just don't understand
anything anymore, I swear.
Well, Mom knows best.
Oh, by the way!
Today in class, they showed one
of those old movies that you like.
Really?
The Exterminating Angel.
Oh, by Buñuel. I haven't watched it.
It's about a group of friends
who go to a party at a big house.
They're having fun.
But when they want to leave, they can't.
-I placed the candles for you.
-Why?
They don't even know.
It's as if an unseen force
is stopping them.
They're filled with fear and frustration.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Buñuel was such a bastard.
They try to stay sane.
I don't know how.
I guess it's the spirit of survival.
-Hello!
-Hi! How are you?
-Come on in. Come on, little girl.
-Up you go.
-Do you need help?
-Yes. Thank you.
This is my husband Germán.
-Nice to meet you.
-How are you?
-Gloria, right?
-Yes.
This is for you.
-Thank you. Come on in.
-No, thank you.
-Hey! They're all here.
-Yes, over there.
What a beautiful house.
The most beautiful couple
in the neighborhood.
Sorry, but you've lost the title.
-Did you invite them?
-Yes, Gloria asked me.
Us moms need to stick together.
-Hi, girls!
-Hello, everybody.
-You look gorgeous.
-You too.
-Lorenzo, hello.
-How are you?
-How are you?
-Leave it in the kitchen, okay?
Hi. Hello.
-Caterina.
-Nice to meet you.
Hello.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Hugo
Happy birthday to you
Bravo!
-Yes!
-One year!
Sorry.
You blow, Lorenzo. Be careful.
Blow. More. Harder. All of them.
-Bravo!
-Yes!
-What's wrong with you?
-Did we make a wish?
I love ducks.
He's so handsome.
Lorenzo wants to go see the ducks.
He's stubborn about the ducks.
He's fixated on them.
Here, Lorenzo. This one is yours.
I had one at school.
-A duck?
-Yes.
Until Christmas '78,
when my mother killed it.
Oh, Pedro, please.
Don't say it so loudly. He'll hear you.
When I was little,
I had one of those dolls that cried.
You've got a stain, Gloria.
Oh, it's the rose hip.
For the cesarean scar. I'll use this.
There. That's all right.
They almost butchered me.
Was yours natural?
Yes. Natural.
Well. That's the bad thing
about having one so late.
Sure.
Aitana.
I have the knife there in the kitchen.
It's time for the presents.
I can't believe it. Come on.
Look, my love.
Oh, careful. Let's see.
I love opening presents.
Oh, how nice. Thank you, Blanca.
What does it say?
"I have the best mom."
"I have the best mom in the world."
The best mom in the world.
The Little Lamb. I haven't read it.
It's beautiful.
I'm going to the bathroom.
Back on the left?
Yes.
What's wrong?
This is a delicate issue. Excuse me.
What happened?
It's a long story.
They're waiting to adopt.
Poor thing. She would be a great mom.
Who's there?
What a beautiful photo.
I always wanted
to take a photo like this with Lorenzo.
Why didn't you?
How can someone like this come out of us?
It is a miracle.
-Look, come.
-Yes.
This is where I work.
It needs a little renovation,
but I love it. It has so much light.
Wow!
Look at these colors!
Lorenzo!
Lorenzo, come here! And apologize.
Gloria. I'm so sorry, really.
Don't worry. It's just a glass.
I brought you a present.
-Really?
-Yes.
-For you, Alicia.
-Really?
-How beautiful. I love it.
-You didn't have to.
Blanca, I made it with cuttings
from the stained-glass window.
How wonderful. You had it in mind.
How nice.
MELILLA, SPAIN
JUNE 1999
-I can't handle so much paperwork.
-Don't worry.
I won't make it to lunch.
The consulate, all these formalities…
Don't worry.
If I don't make it, will you
feed him the usual amount, please?
Yes.
Bye, my love. You are wide awake.
Bye.
Tomatoes and carrots--
Hey!
Help!
Thank you very much for everything.
See you tomorrow, Lorenzo.
Sleep well, Germán.
-Bye.
-See you. Bye.
-Bye, Pedro.
-Nice to meet you.
-Thanks for everything.
-See you soon. Bye.
Bye.
Hey!
-How's it going? Leg's fine?
-Yes, I said it was nothing.
I'm glad, man. Do you skate around here?
Yes, but not as much as I would like.
I love the sport,
but I'm a little old now.
Now I run around here.
Do you skate in the area,
or are we neighbors?
I just moved in.
I live around here.
Awesome.
I have to go.
Nice to meet you. I'm Germán.
Abel.
Lorenzo! What are you doing?
Come. You have to go to sleep.
-Where are you going?
-To see the ducks.
What's with you and the ducks?
Will the baby ever shut up?
Why don't you try the pacifier?
Here it is.
What's wrong with my baby?
We have to tell the mother
that we're going to keep her
for a few more weeks.
-That's it, my love.
-Right?
What? Are you all right?
She needed a little affection.
Well, it was hard.
God knows it's been hard.
But we got them all.
The mother and the puppies.
It's over.
It is time to return the baby
to its family.
AU PAIR DAUGHTER MARIANA
Yummy, Mom! A pie.
And vegetable soup!
Cut me a piece. I'm starving.
-Come on. It's getting cold.
-It's delicious, Mom.
MELILLA, SPAIN
NOVEMBER 1998
Notify the OR. We're doing a C-section.
Hello.
Hello, my love.
Hello.
Hello, my love.
Natalia's here.
She's anxious to be with Nico.
Come here.
Very well, then.
Tell me, what do you see here?
An amulet?
A fertility goddess?
A sturdy woman?
A mother?
Venus of Willendorf.
More than 20,000 years ago,
20,000 years ago, in the Paleolithic era,
these figures were not just fetishes.
They were already telling us
about the important role
of women and mothers in history.
Not only in charge
of feeding the offspring,
but also, protecting and preserving
the survival of the species
against any danger.
In China, 4,000 years ago,
the remains of this mother
protecting her child from an earthquake
brought us closer to a fascinating theory,
which considers the bond
between mother and offspring
to be what has given rise
to society as we know it today.
That is, it is the mother's attachment
that has made us empathetic human beings.
We needed to stop being nomads.
That is, it has made us evolve.
A Russian poetess once said
that a mother's love
is like a scorpion's tail.
Flexible,
precise
and full of poison.
Poison is a powerful love.
Relentless. Unique.
So I ask you again, what do you see here?
I see the origin of it all.
I see the magic.
The generosity of the nature of all women.
Because without their protection,
we would not be here.
Breathing.
Don't forget it.
Don't ever forget it.
All good, Aitana?
All good?
-This has nothing to do with narrative.
-Right.
How are you going to make movies
without knowing the real story?
Let me ask you something personal.
How many of you here want to be mothers?
Come now, I ask
because it's not obligatory to become one.
-He's getting bigger every day.
-Lorenzo, play with your friend, honey.
He has already started eating eggs.
The pediatrician suggested it?
What's his name?
I'm thinking of changing mine.
He doesn't live here.
I was about to ask you
for the number of yours.
No way.
Your turn.
By the way, are you guys going to Cologne?
Are you finally moving?
To Cologne? No, not a chance.
No matter how much Ramón asks
for a transfer, he won't get that job. No.
-Lunch on Saturday?
-Okay.
I can't.
It's this little pumpkin's first birthday.
All the more reason.
And we'll finally get to see your house.
What's the matter?
You still don't trust us?
She doesn't mean it.
Honestly, I have a lot of work to do.
I'll host.
It's not about the house.
Gloria, your child's first birthday
is very important.
He won't even notice.
But it's unusual not to celebrate it.
Children remember everything.
Even their mother's womb.
Well, I don't really remember.
Anyway, we must celebrate
Hugo's birthday, no matter what.
It's true.
Okay.
Another margarita?
Sure.
Waiter, another round, please.
Aitana.
Two margaritas.
I have to leave.
Lorenzo, be careful.
-Hi.
-Hello, my dear.
So, we're having lunch on Saturday?
-Sure.
-At my place?
-Okay.
-Be good.
Yes, we will.
Strange that she doesn't want
to celebrate, right?
Everything okay?
-Are you sure?
-Yeah.
The baby has already eaten.
But you know he asks for more.
-Here you are.
-Are you okay?
We're going to celebrate Hugo's birthday.
Oh… one year already.
Your social life is booming, isn't it?
Well, in Barcelona,
it was your brother who had a social life.
And remember what happened?
Besides, Blanca is right.
Not celebrating the first birthday
is very unusual. Everyone does it.
Well, I don't remember my first birthday.
Because you were very small, my love.
It will be at Alicia's house.
It'll be fine.
-I'm coming down.
-Okay.
Why did you lock the door?
I sliced your fruit.
-I'll get another blanket.
-When can I go out in the daytime?
That's why I put a lock on the door.
So you won't go out during the day.
It's safer at night.
Abel, things will change soon.
Leave them on the floor.
The garbage men will collect them.
Thanks.
-You're new, aren't you?
-Yes, it seems so. Yes.
-Caterina.
-A foreigner?
-Yes.
-My name is Blanca.
My pleasure.
-I live on this street--
-Her name is Ana.
Who's Ana, honey?
-Ana.
-Yes, my daughter.
How do you know?
The street.
Yes, of course. We live on this street,
and we've seen you walking.
Of course. And you?
His name is Lorenzo.
Hello, Lorenzo.
How smart and handsome you are, huh?
I always wanted to have a daughter, but…
How old is she?
Just four months.
You're going to love it here.
Right, Lorenzo?
Madrid is very nice,
but this neighborhood
in particular is very quiet.
Big enough to get lost
and small enough to find yourself.
Just what they told us
at the real estate agency.
Oh, honey. Honey, look.
Hey.
We have a neighbor.
-Hello.
-Hello.
Germán. Nice to meet you.
I am Blanca.
And this is my son Lorenzo.
Hello, Lorenzo.
High five! How are you?
I'm great.
I am the best guide in Fuente del Berro.
Really? Do you agree?
No.
-So sweet.
-He's very funny.
-Do you like coffee?
-Me? Of course, I do.
You give my wife some coffee,
and she goes crazy.
Tomorrow, I'll take you
to try the best, okay?
-Okay.
-And I'll catch you up.
-Would you introduce me to some friends?
-Of course.
-Thank you! That's nice!
-Bye.
Bye, Lorenzo.
I'll hold him.
-He hasn't stopped crying.
-Oh, my love.
When he gets like this,
he only wants me, right?
It's his teeth.
He must be hungry.
I'm telling you, it's his teeth.
I'm sorry.
But you were exactly the same. Really.
That's why I know it's his teeth.
Right, my love?
Have you told Abel about Nico's party?
His name is Hugo.
In and out of this house,
we stick to the agreed names.
Besides, it's not a party.
It's what I have to do
to avoid arousing suspicion.
I wish I could throw parties
to avoid arousing suspicion.
Join me, then.
That way you can socialize,
if you're so interested.
No, thanks.
Listen to me.
Blanca's a social whirlwind.
There's no way to shut her up.
The only way to do it
is to go with the flow.
You can't say no to that woman.
It's all I can do.
You've locked him up.
Abel? Yes, I locked him up.
He was very nervous.
And I didn't want him
to do something crazy.
But it's nighttime now.
So, you take the key.
Tell him he can come out.
My love.
Things will be good in Canada.
I promise. You'll see.
I'm sorry. Are you okay?
Yes, I am.
Sorry. It's very dark, man.
I didn't see you.
Does it hurt?
No.
-Are you sure?
-I'm sure.
If you want, I'll walk with you.
I'm sorry!
The ideology of Soviet cinema
had a very clear mission.
To show revolutionary cinema
through and for the revolution.
At first sight,
it may seem a boring period,
because there is no fantasy,
because there is no place for fiction.
But to me,
it is a fascinating period because…
Where did you come from?
Hey!
Wait! Come back!
Lorenzo, go over there.
But don't go too far away, huh, my love?
Mommy must see you.
Mommy must see you.
As I was saying,
we still haven't received any news.
And Pedro is very sensitive.
No wonder, all this bureaucracy is absurd.
What are you talking about?
We won't be able to celebrate
Hugo's birthday at our place. I'm sorry.
You know what? We'll do it at mine.
Oh, that's great.
Welcome home.
-Are you sure?
-Of course.
Maybe the baby won't remember,
but I won't forget it.
This news should be celebrated.
César, the usual!
And some appetizers.
-And bring some snacks.
-Sure.
Oh, Caterina!
You're just in time for the margaritas.
Make it four, César.
Sorry, you must be breastfeeding, right?
No, she never fed on my breast.
Girls, let me introduce you.
This is Caterina.
This is Alicia and Gloria, my friends.
-Nice to meet you. Caterina.
-Likewise.
-Hello. What a beautiful name.
-Yes.
-Do you know what it means?
-Uh, no.
Purity.
-It is a beautiful name.
-Your margaritas.
Where are you from?
Well, from different places.
My father is a diplomat.
Gloria is also new.
She's been here for three months.
She's beautiful. She looks just like you.
Really? I don't think so.
She looks like neither of us.
She looks like… someone else's.
But they say they change, right?
Yes, sure, they change. This little boy,
I have some of his clothes
still unworn in the drawer.
What size is yours?
Uh, regular size.
What do you mean by regular?
Yes, the regular size for her age.
Well, that size-by-age thing is a mess.
Beautiful girls' reunion! This is Aitana.
-Hi.
-Another friend?
-Hi, Aitana.
-No, she looks after Hugo.
Oh, the au pair.
And are you the mom's mom
or the dad's mom?
No. I am not the grandmother.
I am the mother.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Don't worry.
When I met her, I also thought she was
the grandmother and Aitana the mother.
Jesus…
How dare you! You kept saying
that she looked like the grandmother too.
-I'm so sorry…
-It's all right. I'd better get going.
You're not offended by me, are you?
Not at all. It's just that I have to do
all the shopping for Saturday.
You have to learn to shut up.
I'm leaving. Pedro's out of school now.
It was a pleasure.
By the way, Blanca,
tomorrow we're going for a walk.
Sure.
-Nice to meet you, Caterina.
-Really?
She wants to go for a walk 'cause she says
I spend all day drinking margaritas.
-Don't worry. Now you'll have company.
-Great.
How are you doing?
Did you find everything I asked for?
-Yeah.
-The balloons too?
Yeah.
I think you're taking advantage
of the agreement.
Anything?
No, nothing.
Who was that woman?
Who?
The new one. The one
who thought you were his grandmother.
Caterina.
I don't trust her.
I don't have a good feeling about her.
Where is she from?
I have no idea. She has a weird accent.
But stop thinking about it.
You're even more paranoid than I am.
I just want this to be over.
Me too, but we have to go
little by little, step by step. Okay?
But all of them in the house?
Yes. All of them.
I don't say it to upset you.
It's just that you're the first one
to remind us to be careful.
Everything will be fine.
We'll celebrate his birthday.
And everything will be okay.
-Blanca.
-Yes. Who is it?
-How are you? This is Gloria.
-Oh, Gloria.
Yes, I was calling to ask you…
What was the name
of that girl who came to the park?
The new one.
-Oh, yeah. Caterina.
-Caterina.
Oh, she's so nice.
Yes, that's right. I was calling
to invite her to Hugo's birthday.
Sure. She's going to love it.
Nothing.
What if the letter has been misplaced?
No, it will arrive, I'm sure.
I'll be right back. Come on!
You're skipping a "D."
No.
Listen to the melody.
You're placing too much importance
on the right hand.
Look.
Scoot over.
Show me.
You're not a student here.
We're a bunch of dweebs compared to you.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to boast.
No way. I'm the one with a problem.
I don't know why I am here. Well, I do.
You don't like music?
Very much.
But between Chopin and Nirvana,
don't make me choose.
A little rocker in the conservatory?
This was my parents' idea.
Every family has its black sheep, right?
Would you like to go to a party?
To play.
I can't.
I haven't told you when.
-When?
-Saturday. My place.
I can't. It's my brother's--
Wait. Did I say Saturday?
No, I was wrong. I meant Friday.
Next Friday.
Now you've run out of excuses.
I can't go either.
Wait! Give me a second.
Look, I'll tell you what.
If they start with the cello, you win.
You don't come to my party,
and you never see me again.
But if they start with the violin, I win,
and you come to the party.
How do I know
you don't know what they'll play?
Guys, have we met before?
Have we ever seen each other
in the conservatory?
-No?
-No. Never.
Deal?
Okay.
Yes!
No!
So…
This Friday…
Here's the address.
I expect you there.
I'm expecting you. Don't let me down.
I'm Marcos. And you?
I am Aitana.
Aitana, you play fucking great.
Hey, sis.
How are the classes going?
Okay.
I wish I could go.
Hey, have you talked to Mom?
Did you hurt yourself?
-It's nothing.
-Give me that.
I told her I need to get out,
in the daytime.
Do you know if she's still mad
about what happened in Barcelona?
That was not your fault.
You're the least to blame for everything.
She's gonna throw a party at home.
Really?
For Nico's birthday.
Hugo!
I just don't understand
anything anymore, I swear.
Well, Mom knows best.
Oh, by the way!
Today in class, they showed one
of those old movies that you like.
Really?
The Exterminating Angel.
Oh, by Buñuel. I haven't watched it.
It's about a group of friends
who go to a party at a big house.
They're having fun.
But when they want to leave, they can't.
-I placed the candles for you.
-Why?
They don't even know.
It's as if an unseen force
is stopping them.
They're filled with fear and frustration.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Buñuel was such a bastard.
They try to stay sane.
I don't know how.
I guess it's the spirit of survival.
-Hello!
-Hi! How are you?
-Come on in. Come on, little girl.
-Up you go.
-Do you need help?
-Yes. Thank you.
This is my husband Germán.
-Nice to meet you.
-How are you?
-Gloria, right?
-Yes.
This is for you.
-Thank you. Come on in.
-No, thank you.
-Hey! They're all here.
-Yes, over there.
What a beautiful house.
The most beautiful couple
in the neighborhood.
Sorry, but you've lost the title.
-Did you invite them?
-Yes, Gloria asked me.
Us moms need to stick together.
-Hi, girls!
-Hello, everybody.
-You look gorgeous.
-You too.
-Lorenzo, hello.
-How are you?
-How are you?
-Leave it in the kitchen, okay?
Hi. Hello.
-Caterina.
-Nice to meet you.
Hello.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Hugo
Happy birthday to you
Bravo!
-Yes!
-One year!
Sorry.
You blow, Lorenzo. Be careful.
Blow. More. Harder. All of them.
-Bravo!
-Yes!
-What's wrong with you?
-Did we make a wish?
I love ducks.
He's so handsome.
Lorenzo wants to go see the ducks.
He's stubborn about the ducks.
He's fixated on them.
Here, Lorenzo. This one is yours.
I had one at school.
-A duck?
-Yes.
Until Christmas '78,
when my mother killed it.
Oh, Pedro, please.
Don't say it so loudly. He'll hear you.
When I was little,
I had one of those dolls that cried.
You've got a stain, Gloria.
Oh, it's the rose hip.
For the cesarean scar. I'll use this.
There. That's all right.
They almost butchered me.
Was yours natural?
Yes. Natural.
Well. That's the bad thing
about having one so late.
Sure.
Aitana.
I have the knife there in the kitchen.
It's time for the presents.
I can't believe it. Come on.
Look, my love.
Oh, careful. Let's see.
I love opening presents.
Oh, how nice. Thank you, Blanca.
What does it say?
"I have the best mom."
"I have the best mom in the world."
The best mom in the world.
The Little Lamb. I haven't read it.
It's beautiful.
I'm going to the bathroom.
Back on the left?
Yes.
What's wrong?
This is a delicate issue. Excuse me.
What happened?
It's a long story.
They're waiting to adopt.
Poor thing. She would be a great mom.
Who's there?
What a beautiful photo.
I always wanted
to take a photo like this with Lorenzo.
Why didn't you?
How can someone like this come out of us?
It is a miracle.
-Look, come.
-Yes.
This is where I work.
It needs a little renovation,
but I love it. It has so much light.
Wow!
Look at these colors!
Lorenzo!
Lorenzo, come here! And apologize.
Gloria. I'm so sorry, really.
Don't worry. It's just a glass.
I brought you a present.
-Really?
-Yes.
-For you, Alicia.
-Really?
-How beautiful. I love it.
-You didn't have to.
Blanca, I made it with cuttings
from the stained-glass window.
How wonderful. You had it in mind.
How nice.
MELILLA, SPAIN
JUNE 1999
-I can't handle so much paperwork.
-Don't worry.
I won't make it to lunch.
The consulate, all these formalities…
Don't worry.
If I don't make it, will you
feed him the usual amount, please?
Yes.
Bye, my love. You are wide awake.
Bye.
Tomatoes and carrots--
Hey!
Help!
Thank you very much for everything.
See you tomorrow, Lorenzo.
Sleep well, Germán.
-Bye.
-See you. Bye.
-Bye, Pedro.
-Nice to meet you.
-Thanks for everything.
-See you soon. Bye.
Bye.
Hey!
-How's it going? Leg's fine?
-Yes, I said it was nothing.
I'm glad, man. Do you skate around here?
Yes, but not as much as I would like.
I love the sport,
but I'm a little old now.
Now I run around here.
Do you skate in the area,
or are we neighbors?
I just moved in.
I live around here.
Awesome.
I have to go.
Nice to meet you. I'm Germán.
Abel.
Lorenzo! What are you doing?
Come. You have to go to sleep.
-Where are you going?
-To see the ducks.
What's with you and the ducks?
Will the baby ever shut up?
Why don't you try the pacifier?
Here it is.
What's wrong with my baby?
We have to tell the mother
that we're going to keep her
for a few more weeks.
-That's it, my love.
-Right?
What? Are you all right?
She needed a little affection.
Well, it was hard.
God knows it's been hard.
But we got them all.
The mother and the puppies.
It's over.
It is time to return the baby
to its family.
AU PAIR DAUGHTER MARIANA
Yummy, Mom! A pie.
And vegetable soup!
Cut me a piece. I'm starving.
-Come on. It's getting cold.
-It's delicious, Mom.