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ANYTHING YOU WANT
Nacho Martínez Sánchez.
My name's María José Golmayo Pérez.
I'm a security guard at a supermarket.
I'm a housewife.
Marcos.
Marcos.
Third year primary, secondary... I mean, primary.
I pick him up from school
and meet with the teachers.
I went to the last meeting. I went.
I couldn't go to the previous one. I left a note.
Because he never could. Not now and not before.
I pick him up from school,
if it's summer we go for ice cream,
we go to Retiro Park,
we go to the Fun Park...
Your Honor, he doesn't contribute any money.
Not even for food.
Not even for materials.
School materials, clothes,
shoes...
I just want expenses for the boy, nothing for myself.
Nothing, Your Honor.
But he's his son.
I add, Your Honor, written documents from the school,
proving my client's regular participation in the school.
-Good. -Plus invoices and receipts.
Counselor.
To tell you the truth, I don't care.
I gave up worrying long ago about the ***
moms and dads say in court.
Because you're a cynic, Pedro.
I've got to go, I'm almost at the office.
See you soon.
Hi, Honey!
-Did you do a drawing? -Yes.
Let me see. What's this?
A princess, a flower,
a doghouse and a doggie.
It's beautiful. Who shall show it to?
-Dad. -Great!
Let's show Daddy. Run, sweetie!
-Did you have a nap? -Yes.
Hello.
Yes, because I don't want to play with her.
Sure. And she chews clothes.
Sure.
-Time goes by... -Hello.
-Hello, Dad. -Hello.
What are you doing?
-We're reading a story. -Tell Daddy what it's about.
Well... it's about...
Manuela is sad about the dog.
Very good.
I have to email the office. Tell me later. Everything okay?
Everything's fine.
Right.
"Then Manuela remembered the words
her dog Tico had said to her,
and she understood it was true,
that dogs are with us when we're little,
but when we grow up, they have to take care of other children.
And she was very happy.
And she remembered the fun she had with Tico
when she was very small.
And she understood... that Tico went
to be with other children, like her son Diego."
Mom.
The monster's here.
Daphne, go to bed, honey.
The monster's here and I'm scared.
He can't get out, yesterday we put him in the magic bag.
Remember, honey?
He got out again.
Okay, I'm coming.
I don't want to wake Dad.
My mother, apart from the house, didn't have many belongings.
Some jewels, dresses, books.
And some paintings,
but they weren't valuable.
If they aren't valuable, the family will keep them.
I don't know.
As I said, I haven't spoken to my brothers and sisters for ages.
They are rather...
conservative.
I'll tell you what we'll do.
Give me your email and Clara, my secretary,
will send a list of what you have to bring.
Your email?
Of course. Sorry.
pitiful@orion.com
"Pitiful" all together?
Yes, pitiful@orion.com.
...orion.com.
When you have all the papers, come back.
Or you can mail it.
I'll bring it myself, I live two blocks away.
Yes, Marta told me.
I think I've seen you before.
Really? Where?
In that restaurant, Gondola.
The people at the office have lunch there now and then.
I'm sure, I go there a lot.
The food is good
and it's not expensive.
Yes, the food isn't bad.
And who's this beauty?
-Is she your daughter? -Yes, my daughter.
What's her name?
-Daphne. -How cute.
How old is she?
She just turned four.
She's lovely.
She looks like you.
It's still early for a diagnosis.
I'll need to run some tests on you
and see if another episode ensues.
Right. And while the tests are being done?
I say this because Leo and I want to spend Christmas in Mexico.
Go where you like. Alicia, don't worry, it's fine.
Anyway, I'll give you an information sheet
with the precautions to take
and what to do in case of a fresh episode.
But don't worry, it'll be fine.
Okay, thanks.
He came by the office and I told him he had to bring me...
Fine, I think.
No, I can't go to lunch, I have a work lunch now.
What is it?
Alright, okay. 8 o'clock in Roda.
Yes... What?
Sure I want to see you, Marta. You don't have to ask that.
Big kiss. Ciao.
You're kidding.
She asked me to help a friend with an inheritance.
The friend is an excuse, right?
You'll end up involved with Marta.
No, nothing will happen this time.
Does Alicia know?
-Know what? -That you're going to see her.
Not that you slept with her a few years ago.
-One time. -I didn't tell her anything.
If I were you, I'd tell her.
If Alicia finds out you're going to see her again
and you didn't tell her, she'll be pissed.
Very. And with good reason.
I know.
Don't see her again.
And I'll take care of the ***, if you like.
You know I love homosexuals.
I can't say no to her, Pedro.
I feel sorry for her.
Sorry?
-You're not serious? -Yes.
-I feel sorry for her. -How can feel sorry
for a girl who's systematically *** up your life.
This time, she just wants me to help a friend.
No way! She only want to confuse
and complicate life, as usual. Christ, don't be so naïve!
She's only wants to keep stirring things up,
that's all.
-What bugs you about her? -She's crazy.
Hello!
Alicia?
Daphne?
-Now we turn out the light. -Where's the light?
Here it is. I'll get it.
Quiet now.
We're the monsters
and we'll swallow you whole!
We'll swallow you whole!
From top to toe!
Say "Get up, Dad".
Get up, I order you!
I told you to get up!
He's faking. Tell him "Get up now!"
"Get up."
Dad, Dad.
Look at him breathe, he's playing possum.
Dad, Dad.
-Not my girl, no! -Yes! Yes!
I'm going to swallow you whole.
And Mom too!
Yes, yes, yes!
The girl's a thief!
-Who's a thief? -Nobody, my girl.
Daphne, I can't, please! Damn it!
-Don't curse! -You're right, honey.
Don't curse. Give me the bags.
Is everyone out Christmas shopping or what?
Give me those.
And that one.
Good, sweetie. Where do you want to go?
-The park. -The park? Far from here?
So you and I can be alone? Come on, champ.
What a hassle, my God!
Come on!
I've got the best chestnuts in Europe.
Who's this pretty girl?
My Lord, she's a princess!
-Chestnut, my pretty? -Don't give it to her.
You want a chestnut, don't you?
Blow, it's very hot. Don't burn yourself. Blow.
-That's it. -What do I owe you?
I'm just giving the girl a chestnut.
What's your name, honey?
-Daphne. -What do you have there, Daphne?
What lovely tinsel!
Are you decorating the Christmas tree tonight?
Yes. Right now, aren't we?
What else are you putting up?
-Some colored balls. -Sure!
Don't tell anyone,
but I know where the prettiest
and cheapest colored balls in the whole square are.
Do you know why? 'Cause it's my sister's store.
Where is this store?
Across the square, on the corner.
-A store with lots of colors. -Great, thanks.
-Here, little one. -Thank the lady, Daphne.
No more, please, she'll get a tummy ache.
Don't worry. She and I understand each other.
-Don't drop it. -Thanks. 'Bye.
'Bye, honey.
No, in the end we couldn't go
because Leo had to work. The usual.
A pity.
Yes, at this rate we'll never get to Mexico.
Mum, look at me play!
Okay. Sure, we'll talk,
we haven't met up for ages.
Big kiss, honey. Ciao.
Daphne, sweetie,
we're going in two minutes, it's getting late. Okay?
Okay.
Mom?
Mom.
Mom.
Mommy.
Mom!
Mom!
For fear means punishment,
and he who fears is not perfect in love.
There is no fear in love,
but perfect love casts out fear.
God is love,
and whoever abides in love abides in God.
And God in him.
By this is love perfected with us, so that we may have confidence.
And what's the spirit?
People have a spirit and a body.
Mom's body is no more, but her spirit stays with us.
Can you see the spirit?
No, skinny, you can't see spirits.
What is it?
I want to see Mom.
If you really want to see her, there is a way.
How?
Close your eyes.
If we close our eyes and squeeze really, really tight,
and think of Mom, in a green nightshirt, for example.
-Hi. -Hi.
-You couldn't sleep? -No.
Me neither.
-Do you want a drink? -No, thanks.
I'll make myself a herb tea.
Did you speak to Alicia's parents?
-Yes. -What did they say?
The fool told me not to worry, they'd take care of Daphne.
They just want to help.
They never helped anyone in their life.
No, they haven't been outstanding
when it comes to affection.
They just want to get Daphne.
Before I let them get my daughter
I'm capable of anything.
Anything, Dad.
I don't know what I'm going to do.
I don't know what to do.
You have to look after Daphne, Leo.
Dad, listen to me.
I don't know... if I can.
I don't know how I'm going to do it.
By doing it.
You won't have time to think. Do you know why?
Because, fortunately, children are more important than oneself.
You'll stop thinking about yourself, because their happiness
will matter to you more than your suffering, Leo.
Come on.
It'll be fine, son.
It'll be fine, you'll see.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
Off to school. Give me a kiss.
-Not giving me a kiss? -No.
Daphne!
Mr. Velasco!
Is there any specific method for a four-year-old girl
to get over her mother's death?
No, there are no methods,
but we can help her overcome the trauma.
Right.
So you think it's time for me force my child
-to do certain things? -What do you mean?
It's a fine point, never mind.
If something's worrying you, tell me.
I want to convince her to do things, not force her.
Right.
Perhaps "force" isn't the right word.
I think Daphne has to go to school, so I brought her.
Excuse me, I have to go. If anything comes up, tell me.
Of course.
Okay.
A dossier has to be drafted,
a plan of objectives and a client strategy.
They want to see our focus on this.
-How many people would we handle? -The whole firm,
including the private affairs of upper management.
To quit this Family Court ***, I'd do anything, Pedro.
They want a proper meeting in two weeks,
so we've got work to do, Leo.
Fine by me.
How are you?
I don't know.
To tell the truth, I don't know.
What about Daphne?
No, Daphne's fine.
I just left her at school.
It was hard for her to get up this morning.
I convinced her to get out of bed.
She has to hit a rhythm.
Leo,
whatever you need, anything, just ask.
Thanks.
What?
My glass of milk fell over.
Coming.
So, what happened?
You're a real mess.
Come on, get this off.
And this... off.
What were you watching with such great interest?
-"The Lunnis". -Right.
You look where you put the glass, as well as the Lunnis.
Come on, look at me.
I don't want to.
Three spoonfuls and what's left of bread.
-Dad, what are people for? -What are people for?
-No, two. -Two spoonfuls, then dessert.
-What do you think people are for? -I don't know.
Stop it, Dad!
-Not two, one. -Okay, one, and all the bread.
-And then I get dessert. -Yes.
"What do you think people are for?" Where'd you get that question from?
-I don't want to. -What do you mean? Come on.
I don't want to finish.
I want to read the story!
A long, long time ago, in the faraway lands of the East...
Now I'll go even faster, Dad.
Okay. Be careful.
Daphne, look here.
You missed it, you don't how I make birds.
Then you can't make it again.
This part, the beak,
you can color in sometimes and then you get
a bird with a beautiful colored beak.
Fold here and we have a wing.
Fold here, and here,
and we have another wing.
Are you tired, or what?
Are you tired, or what?
Then why don't you do something?
That's it, come on. Draw.
Come on!
What do I draw?
I don't know, whatever you want.
What are you laughing at?
At you, I'm laughing at you. I love to laugh.
That's a nice bracelet.
Mom gave it to me.
I'm sorry.
-Lovely, help him. -Shall I help you, Dad?
Yes, get a piece of paper too.
We'll make some birds of all kinds of colors.
Okay?
What do I do?
Put it here, it's a lawn. It goes on the ground.
The drawing here, in the box.
-She's very pretty. -Who?
Marta.
-Do you think so? -Yes.
Her hair's pretty too.
Right.
When are we seeing her again?
-Do you want to? -Yes.
We'll call one day and see her. Give me your other ear.
There you go.
Are you going to go out with her?
Go out?
Actually, we did at one time.
Head back, back.
Does she have a boyfriend?
I don't know. Ask her when we see her, okay?
Okay.
But I'm going to ask her something else.
What are you going to ask?
If she wants to come and sleep with me
as a fake mom.
-A what? -A fake mom.
Where'd you get that from?
Nowhere, I made it up all by myself.
Right.
Marta? Hello.
Yes, of course I remember.
I didn't know he was your drama teacher.
At what time is it?
He kills me.
Now it still happens to me, but with human beings.
Some mouths, however much they bite, don't affect me.
Sure, it depends on where they bite.
One spot never usually fails.
I say that for the suburbanites, I see there's some here now.
May I, handsome? Mind shifting up?
A Magnum 38.
Bite me.
Where?
Where everyone does, son.
Another suburbanite. Go on, bite.
This tongue is nice cut of steak.
Manolo, please, Manolo...
bite...
harder... Manolo... don't stop... keep going...
You animal!
Indeed,
some people specialize in screwing up a screw.
Theatre's getting more and more like the movies.
People come in and out whenever they want.
It's losing its class.
Manolo, you carry on.
Do you think you can be classy munching popcorn at the movies?
You cut yourself? Why did you have a knife?
Don't cry, Daphne...
Daphne, listen to me...
Honey, I'll be right there, don't cry.
Daph...
Thanks, thanks.
You can't go like that, handsome.
I'm sure it's force majeure, and that's fine,
but do me a favor and bite me first.
Alex, it's an emergency.
Mine's an emergency too.
-Tell your pal to bite me. -We're in a hurry, Alex.
Where do you have to go?
To "that"?
Seriously, excuse me.
I know I'm old, but I have a youthful spirit.
Bite my finger and you'll take away centuries of experience and wisdom.
Excuse me.
You know what?
You have the look of someone I loved with all my soul,
and who left me.
Excuse me?
No, don't go.
At least say something nice to me.
Don't desert me like this, among all this filth.
Tell me you love me.
Tell me you love me and accept me as I am.
Please.
Get off, damn it.
*** ***!
*** ***!
It's been ages since I've been spoken to like that.
My lady friend warned me he was a tough guy.
You can't treat people like that.
I don't care, I only care about my daughter.
I shouldn't have come. I knew something would happen.
Nothing is the matter. I'm sure she's fine.
No, something is the matter. I shouldn't have left her alone.
It's too soon, understand?
I do, and she isn't alone, someone's watching her.
Yes, another child.
This is upside down.
I don't know which is bigger and which is smaller.
Let's see...
A hat, which one is it?
-Hello. -Hello.
Aren't you sleepy? Come here.
She didn't want to sleep, she wanted to stay up.
-Marta! -Hello, my love.
-Look at my cut. -Show me.
This is nothing.
Nothing at all.
Shall we have a little sleep?
It's about time. Shall I take her up?
Okay.
What happened?
I was making dinner and left the knife out...
She must've picked it up. I'm sorry.
"When they reached the shore,
Kiev took the emerald out of his mouth
and as if it had a life of its own, it leapt into the sea.
The stone transformed before the eyes of the young ones,
turning into a lovely green fish."
-Has she gone to sleep? -Yes.
You didn't close the door?
I left it half-open
and with the hall light on, as she told me.
You have a darling daughter. She's ever more beautiful.
Yes.
Where did she get this "fake mom" stuff?
I have no idea.
She said she made it up.
She must really miss her mother.
Yes, we miss her a lot.
-Wait, let me help you. -No, forget it. I can do it alone.
Then I'd better go.
-You don't want a drink? -No, it's late.
Marta, Marta,
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry about the theatre.
-I hope Alex doesn't... -Don't worry.
Not about Alex, the theatre... Really, don't worry.
I understand you're upset.
-Okay. -I'm going.
Why don't you stay?
Why don't you stay the night with us?
What?
I haven't the strength to be alone with Daphne.
Alicia...
Alicia...
Leo.
Alicia.
Leo, I'm not Alicia.
-Please... -Don't do that.
Leo, please.
Please. Not that, Leo.
Alicia...
I'm sorry.
Marta!
Marta!
-Marta! -Alright, alright.
What's wrong?
Where's Marta?
Marta's gone.
Where?
To her place, honey. She had to go.
She said she'd stay and be my fake mom.
Well...
I'll play mom for you.
You can't be a mom.
No? Why not?
Because boys can't be girls.
Well...
Some do.
They're called impersonators.
Do they wear lipstick?
They wear lipstick, wax their legs and put on wigs, sure.
Why don't you do that, Dad?
What?
Why don't you wear lipstick and play mom for me?
No, skinny, I won't wear lipstick. Go to sleep.
-Why? -Because you have to sleep.
But you said some men do.
Some do, but I'm not that kind of man.
I want you to wear lipstick.
That's enough!
Off to sleep.
You really want me to wear lipstick?
If I do, do you promise to go to sleep without grumbling?
-No grumbling. -I promise.
I'll be right back.
Silene.
Red Silene, like Mom wore.
Okay.
"He decided it could be very useful.
He put the leaf in the water, got on top of it
and waited
calmly for the wind to take it to the other bank.
What a clever ant."
He's a very clever ant.
"A little later,
a green frog came along with frog legs, frog eyes
and leaping like a frog.
He sat in the middle of the blue pond
in order to pounce on any distracted fly who flew
over his green frog's head.
Then, at the same time,
from very high,
a passing stork with his red beak and legs
spotted the pond and decided to try his luck."
Javier, I've got a meeting. We'll carry on later.
Fine. Thanks.
Got a minute for some coffee?
Sure.
Anything wrong?
I can't be with anyone,
much less Marta after the other day.
Then don't do it.
Don't see her again. Forget it.
Forget it.
But I should make an effort for her.
For whom?
For Daphne.
She has a nice time.
And she needs a female figure near her.
I'm sure.
Of course.
But don't do it for Daphne,
and much less for Marta. Do it for yourself.
Do you hear me?
Whatever you do, do it for yourself.
Like anything else?
Get me the Nuñez case file.
I want to see the papers on what we're arranging for the firm.
I want them on my desk first thing tomorrow.
Right, I've got to go.
Start the show, the audience will go.
The folks are getting dizzy and the public's getting pissy.
Coming, coming.
I'm coming. Are you ready?
-Yes. -Are you sure?
I can see the hair on your legs.
"Daphne, dinner." Who am I?
No, that was no good.
-Another one? -Yes!
Is that better?
No.
How's this?
Okay, I agree.
Besides the papers we're preparing, you need to find something else.
Something special.
We have more than enough.
And we haven't much time.
I fear they'll think we only do family law,
and look somewhere else.
They chose us for some reason.
I wouldn't worry about it.
-I'm going to the restroom. -Do you want dessert?
No, a short white.
Hello.
What do you want?
I need to ask a favor,
but I wanted to talk first...
You want to talk to a *** ***?
That's exactly what I wanted to say.
Forgive me for the other day.
-I didn't mean to say that. -Oh, no?
Marta says you did,
it was exactly what you wanted to say.
No...
Why do you hate me so?
What bothers you about me,
my homosexuality
or my old age?
-I don't know what you mean. -Yes, you do.
What is it?
Go on, tell me.
Why do I disgust you?
There's something about me that you can't stand.
I can see it in your eyes.
In your gaze.
I know that look.
I've seen it in my whole life.
They're judging eyes.
It's hard, realizing you disgust people.
-You don't disgust me. -Yes, I disgust you.
And now you ask me a favor?
Get out of here this instant.
You make me want to vomit.
Didn't you hear me?
I've nothing to say to you.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry too, dear.
Please listen for a second.
I have to ask you something very important for me.
I need you to help me dress like a woman.
They're the old guard of the group "The Queens".
We all started impersonating
in a joint downtown in the '70s.
The one you're looking at is Lulu.
She's dead.
Committed suicide some years back in New York.
That's the note she left before she did it.
Life's little surprises.
Look at you.
If someone had told me a few days ago
that you'd ask me to show you how to cross dress,
I'd have eaten my hat.
-I'm here... -I don't care why, I told you.
It's none of my business.
You know why you want to impersonate...
My wife.
Excuse me?
I'm doing this for my daughter.
Her mother died a few months ago and...
at night I play mom.
-What do you mean, "mom"? -I know...
I can't be exactly like her, I'm not trying to be.
I just want to resemble her. My girl is very small
and if I resemble her, it would help her believe it.
It's a game.
This is her.
-This is your wife? -Yes.
Sit down.
What was your daughter's name?
Daphne.
Come on.
Listen, skinny.
Dad has the right to exist too.
I prefer you doing Mom.
We'll see, little witch.
Put this on, we're really late. Let's go.
Now it's question time...
Sorry I'm late.
You can't be father, mother, maid and work as well.
It won't happen again.
Next time, I'll have everything ready.
This meeting was important.
-You know that! -I know.
If we want to hook these people,
we have to be on the ball, give it 100%.
Or do we spend our *** life in family law?
Pedro...
-Have I ever let you down? -Yes, often.
Leo, I'm saying are you on the ball?
I'll be on the ball,
but give me a little leeway.
Please.
Sorry.
-Are you wearing eye makeup? -What?
***...
You look like you've eye makeup on.
And the past
always goes back to its place
and cannot...
change.
I wonder why I'm doing all this again.
Maybe it's like the song says.
I guess that must be it.
In any case,
the song is too sad, don't you think?
I don't think I'll sing it.
One thing is going back to the past, and another
is flogging yourself with it.
You can't do that.
-One more time. -That's enough for today.
-I need to rest. -You're getting old.
I am old,
I'm not getting old, dear.
I'd be grateful if you had the tact not to remind me.
I've been gay since the Stone Age.
My passion for cross dressing comes from ancient homosexuality,
classical.
It wasn't for a noble cause like yours.
Thanks for helping me, Alex.
You're welcome.
Can I ask you a question?
Yes.
What you told me that night in the theatre...
Was it true?
What did I say?
I reminded you of someone you loved and who deserted you.
Yes.
What was his name?
Hugo.
Was he your partner?
You said one question,
and I've answered two.
Now it's my turn to ask.
May I?
Of course.
Who is that ***
looking at you through the window as if you were a ghost?
My partner.
Look, it's a game.
An innocent game, nothing dangerous about it.
It's not good for your daughter.
How do you know?
How do you know what's good for my girl or not?
I live with her, I see her every day, and I know what's good.
I see her every day too and I see Daphne's behavior.
It's my job. I'm just trying to help.
Good. If you want to help, tell me what's wrong with what I'm doing.
Tell me.
Daphne says her mother is alive.
What?
Daphne is convinced that her mother is alive.
No, that's impossible.
Who did she say that to?
Everyone.
Classmates, teachers. She says it all the time.
She says her mom's not dead.
My God.
Daphne, who am I?
Mom.
-What? -Mom.
No, skinny, I'm Dad.
-Right? -No, you're Mom.
No, I'm Dad. Listen to me...
Listen.
One thing is putting on makeup
and dressing like Mom for you at night,
but I'm Dad.
This is a game,
and it's very, very important that you know the difference.
Okay?
Come on, my love,
now tell me, who am I?
Mom.
No, honey.
Eyes off the TV for a second. Look at me.
Daphne, Daphne.
Look at me. Who am I?
Who am I?
Mom.
Mom!
Mom!
Right, Daphne.
Daphne.
Daphne, who am I?
Tell me who I am. I need you to tell me who I am.
Mom.
No, skinny, I'm Dad, I need you to tell me.
I need you to say, "You're Dad".
-Mom. -No, skinny, I'm Dad.
-Tell me. -Mom.
My love, I'm Dad.
I need you to say, "You're Dad".
-You're... -No!
Daphne, look at me. Daphne, look at me.
-I don't want to. -Look at me, listen to me...
Daphne, look at me.
Look at me. Look at me.
I'm Dad.
I'm Dad. I need you to say it.
Say, "You're Dad". Who am I?
-Mom. -No, skinny, I'm Dad.
It's very important you tell me. Who am I?
My love, tell me.
You're Dad.
Of course, my love.
That's it, that's it.
That's it, that's it.
It's all over, all over...
But I want you to do Mom all the time.
I'll do anything you want, honey.
Anything you want.
Anything you want, my love.
What was I going to say? That ***, Marta's friend...
Alex. His name's Alex.
Who cares what his name is?
I told you, I'm handling an inheritance for him
and he's helping me out.
What is he helping you with?
Can I tell you the truth?
Yeah, sure.
To dress like a woman.
What?
He's helping me to dress like a woman.
Don't tell me you're jumping the fence at this stage of the game.
I'm not jumping the fence. Listen, please.
He's helping me dress and make up
to look like Alicia...
because I'm playing mother to Daphne.
You're kidding me, right?
Hey, Leo.
No, I'm not kidding.
No.
Yes, Your Honor, I'd like to add that at present
I'm living with my parents because
I can't afford an apartment.
Yes, so you said. Anything else to add?
Your Honor, I ask you to listen
to the end of my client's statement, please.
Counselor,
if you intend to change the judicial process,
do it some other time.
All I ask of the public attorney and of Your Honor
is that you listen carefully until the end
of my client's statement.
I was until a few minutes ago,
and now I have to listen to you, not your client.
Carry on, please.
Yes, I want it known that
I'm ready to take on a reasonable amount,
the liability for a reasonable amount, but I can't...
Yes, yes, I know.
Have you anything new to add?
Anything new?
This isn't going to change. At least for now.
It'll be like this for some time.
It's shameful.
I don't know what we fathers are going to do.
They take our houses,
we can't see our children,
-they take most of what we earn... -I don't know.
If I may say something...
Try to work it out with your wife out of court.
If only I could.
I've tried, I assure you, and it's impossible.
Do you have children?
Yes, a four-year-old girl.
-Do you live with your wife? -No, alone with my daughter.
And the mother?
I'm her mother.
Mr. Velasco, the reality is that your wife is dead.
And Daphne, sooner of later, has to face it.
My daughter knows what reality is.
She knows perfectly well.
But she likes to fantasize, to think she can create another.
It's about imagination.
What my girl needs now
is time to assimilate what happened. Understand?
My girl needs time.
I'm sorry, but unless you change your attitude,
I'll have to speak to Social Services.
-Are you threatening me? -No.
I'm telling you the consequences...
-...if you insist on... -I don't believe it.
Mr. Velasco, please!
-Hold on. Don't go like that. -Sorry, are you talking to me?
Because I'm Alicia.
Alicia, Daphne's mother. That's me.
Remember?
And that is a reality
everyone has to get used to as of now.
Have a nice weekend.
A long, long time ago.
A long, long time ago.
In the faraway lands of the East.
In the faraway lands of the East.
...there was a small village...
-...on a mountain beside the sea. -Very good.
One day, a terrible typhoon
surprised a group of fishermen on the high seas.
From her house on the cliff,
Kiev observed fearfully.
A tiny little boat...
-Leo? -Hello, Ana. How are you?
Hello.
I brought Daphne.
She wanted Mom to come.
Hi, Daphne. How are you?
-Come in. -Good.
-Give her the gift we got Marcos. -Great. Thanks, cutie.
-Don't you want a drink? -No, thanks a lot.
When do I pick her up?
In two or three hours. Sure you won't come in?
Thanks, really.
Skinny, in three hours I'll come and get you, okay?
Have a good time. Give me a kiss.
'Bye, Mom.
See you later.
-Ciao. -'Bye, Leo.
***!
Fairy!
***.
Why did you call me, a ***?
-Get off, kid. -Where you going like that?
You got a problem? Don't you touch me!
-*** hell. -Got a problem, ***?
No, I've got no problem.
And this wig...?
***!
You don't know who might have
the phone number of a relative that isn't Alicia's parents?
Her mom's picking her up to take her home.
Let's get outta here!
C'mon!
Good evening. Are you Mariano?
Good evening.
Look,
this is Ana, a friend of Alicia's.
Yes.
I want to know if there's any way of contacting Leo...
This is crazy.
You came to the late session and I brought you to hospital.
Don't you remember?
Do you want to talk?
Wait.
I can't understand you.
I didn't say a thing.
Your family knows nothing, you told me not to tell them.
Do you want me to call your parents?
Where's Daphne?
My daughter.
Where's my daughter?
She's with Alicia's parents.
I need to go outside.
I don't want to go to that school.
Sure, but children have to go to school to study.
Go on, finish that up.
And hold your spoon properly.
No, like this.
I think your father is bringing you up badly.
-Dad says that too. -What?
To hold your spoon properly?
No, I have to go to school.
Of course, that's good.
Children have to go to school,
but they must arrive on time.
If we're late, it's no good.
Regina, please, bring the girl's things,
we're leaving.
Yes, ma'am, right away.
It's simple, Mariano.
You took her away, now bring her back!
I don't care what the prosecutor says.
He can whistle Dixie, the girl has to be with her father.
Excuse me? I'm not being disrespectful.
Put my daughter on the phone, Mariano.
No, put Daphne on.
Will you put her on, damn it!
-What happened? -He hung up.
This moron and the other one, the school psychologist,
spoke to the children's court.
Call again and sort it out.
Don't get wound up.
I'll calm down.
Yes, Mariano...
It's me. I'm sorry, I was upset...
Of course, sure, I will.
Could I speak to Daphne, please?
Hi, skinny. How are you, my love?
How are you?
At Mom's school? You don't say.
Right. And do you like it?
Whatever you want. You can call me Mom, Dad,...
They won't let you call me Mom?
Don't cry. Daphne, listen.
Don't cry, honey.
Do you know what we'll do? If you want, I'll come there
and pick you up...
Daphne? Daphne?
Sure.
Yes, Mariano.
Sure.
Okay, okay.
Right, I'll call later.
Right, see you.
Are you sure about what you're going to do?
She's my daughter, I can't abandon her.
No.
But she won't have any qualms about leaving you,
you'll see.
Neither did Hugo and he did so very early on.
Getting your child taken away from you
isn't the same as your partner deserting you, Alex.
Did I ever say he was my partner?
For the love of God.
You heteros don't have a monopoly on paternity.
We make mistakes too.
Be very careful.
You can't do this.
You don't have permission to take the girl.
I'm her father, I don't need it. Where is she?
I'm not telling you.
You'd better tell me, or I'm going into
all the rooms until I find her.
-I can't tell you. -You'll see.
Daphne!
-Daphne! -Hold on. She's not here.
It's alright, sister, you may continue.
Where is she?
In room 15, the floor above.
I'm so glad you saw reason.
Follow me.
-I don't want a scene. -Neither do I.
I get my daughter and you forget the matter.
You'll save lot of trouble.
You're looking for trouble.
No, I just want my daughter.
As I said, right now I have the right.
And I told you, the rules at the centre are strict.
Is this it?
No, the next one.
Wait a moment.
I'd better go alone to get her.
I'll be right out.
-Good evening. -Good evening.
It's pouring. You can't see a thing.
I wanted a room for me and...
Sorry, we have no rooms.
It's just for one night.
Please, she's very tired, she needs to sleep.
They're all full.
I'm her father.
Please.
I'm asking you, please.
I.D. card.
I'm doing it for the girl.
Where's the room?
The hall in front, down the end on the left.
Thank you.
Mom.
What is it, skinny?
-I'm scared. -Is your hair dry?
I'll put your socks on.
You needn't be scared, nothing will happen.
How long till we get home?
Tomorrow morning we'll be in Madrid.
Why do you ask?
I want to see Dad.
You can see him now.
Do you want to?
I'll tell you what we'll do.
I'll take off the wig,
the makeup from my face,...
and I'm Dad.
Okay?
I'll be right back.
Skinny.
I was thinking...
Now what do we do with Mom?
When I want to see her,
I'll close my eyes and think of her with all my might.
That's great, I'll do that too.
Let me do it.
You've got boo-boos.
Yes, but don't worry, it's fine.
Does it hurt?
-No, it doesn't hurt. -I'll fix them up for you.
Oh, yes?
How will you fix me up?
That's it, Dad.
That's it. I'm all fixed up.
Do you know something, skinny?
I love you a lot.
I love you a lot, my girl.