MERRY CHRISTMAS
Sit up straight.
GRAND BAZAAR ANTIQUES
Here.
Go through these.
Excuse me. Can I help you?
- Good morning. - Good morning.
What can I do for you?
Now, this one. Where does it go?
Very good.
Now he has a face. You go now.
Early in the morning
At the break of day
Open up your little eyes
This one is still missing. Put them in groups,
by size and shape.
If you provoke them,
it's worse, Aurora.
De la Guardia Enterprises.
Good morning, sir.
Are you looking for something in particular?
It's unique.
It's not my money.
I'll wrap it for you.
You want it?
Yes?
No?
Yes.
- Of course. - And yours too.
- How about this one? - No.
- And this one? - That one.
That one.
You like it too?
A present. And thanks to both of you.
Good luck.
No, honey, it's not chocolate.
Something like this happens once in a lifetime.
Once in a lifetime.
Well,
nothing happened.
Look, it's funny.
What do you think it is?
A toy?
Stay away from it.
Don't be scared.
Get me a box.
One, two, three. And one,
two.
One, two, three.
Now, listen carefully. This is seven in four.
We'll start with this leg, Manuelito.
And one, two, three and four,
five, six and seven.
One, two, three, four. Don't grunt, Manuelito.
- Excuse me. - And...
And now, the finale.
Good afternoon.
Where did you fall down?
On some broken glass.
- You won't need any stitches. - Ouch!
Men are such whiners. Do you remember when Blondie March died?
Everyone was soaked in blood and she was clean as a whistle.
But dead as a doornail.
There's something in there.
This will hurt.
Thanks for letting me know.
I almost got it.
It was buried deep.
- What is it? - I don't know. A metal filing.
No, it looks more like a stinger.
From a bee. I don't know.
Please, please.
Be very careful. I beg you, please.
Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
No.
I'm okay, darling.
I'm okay.
Good morning.
- I'm reading. - There's too much light.
It's incredible, you know?
Baby Vizcaína died at 92...
Do you like it?
No.
You look...
different, a lot younger.
Exactly. That's the point. That's how I feel.
Where's Aurora? - Don't you want breakfast?
I'm not hungry.
Hey, do you like it or not?
- Yes, I do. - Good.
I'm glad.
DE LA GUARDIA ENTERPRISES ANGEL DE LA GUARDIA
Hi, Mr. Gris!
How are you? Okay?
You destroyed my shop!
You don't know what you're getting yourself into.
Almost 40 years ago,
I found this manuscript.
Forty years.
They are the notes,
the inscrutable writings
of a 16th-century alchemist.
It's a fascinating text.
It's written backwards, in Latin.
It describes a very peculiar mechanism,
an invention that prolongs the life of the person who uses it.
But there are rules,
precise and very strict rules
about its usage.
- An insect? - That's the stroke of genius.
An insect is trapped in the device.
It's like
a living filter.
You think so? I mean, after all these years.
Who says insects aren't God's favorite creatures?
Christ walked on water,
just like a mosquito.
The matter of the resurrection
is related to ants, to spiders.
They can remain inside a rock for hundreds of years
until someone comes along and frees them.
Of course.
All of this is very enlightening, but why tell me?
I'm dying, Mr. Gris.
I'm going to show you something.
The scalpel has been eating away at me bit by bit.
Chemotherapy, radiotherapy, psychotherapy.
Look carefully, my friend.
Half of my body is here, in this case.
And the other half
is already on the menu...
or is being devoured right now, while we talk.
No! That's mine!
You used it?
- It was an accident.
You fool!
Angel!
Oh, Mr. Gris.
De la Guardia!
We both have something to lose.
Mr. Gris?
Impossible.
I put it here, damn it!
Aurora! My God.
Aurora?
I know you have it.
Aurora.
Aurora?
Are you scared?
Do you think something will happen to me?
Are you comfortable back there?
This happened to me once before, with your dad.
Do you remember him, even a little bit?
Yes.
I would imagine so.
When he was your age,
he overheard someone talking about people who die of lung cancer.
So when I got home from work,
I found my cigarettes had vanished.
After looking all over, I went in the bathroom
and found many little bits of tobacco.
They were floating in the toilet.
Just little bits.
I think he understood later that destroying my cigarettes
didn't help matters at all.
But at least, I understood that he was worried.
And he understood that I had understood.
You know what?
I don't know what's wrong with me.
But I think it's best if we're together.
- Jesús. - Just a minute.
- I need your help. - Just a minute.
Hurry up, darling. We're going to be late.
Who are you, little one?
A god?
You're very good for me.
I don't know why this dress doesn't fit. I wore it for last year's dance.
I'm almost ready.
How could I change so much in so little time?
Do you remember?
Do I remember?
My love I can't believe it's all over
And life has separated us
Do I remember?
The first time I saw you,
I thought you wouldn't give me the time of day.
I felt so small...
That's what architects call vectors.
- That's amazing. - That's it?
The small parts always support the large ones.
- But what holds it up? - It's not a play on words. The pillars...
- Teacher. - I'll be right with you, Manuelito.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
What's wrong?
Is something wrong?
- I'll be right back. - Where are you going?
To get a drink.
It's hot.
This always happens to me.
- Are you feeling better? - Yes.
Every time I drink, I have to pee.
I've been listening to this music since I was a little boy.
What a fucking decadent party.
Really.
Give me a fucking break.
Look what they did here.
The party got crashed by some Argentinean
or a Peruvian, shit.
You break your back all year long to go to a nice party...
Fuck.
I'm leaving.
Nine, eight, seven,
six, five,
four, three, HAPPY NEW YEAR - TIGERS CLUB
two, one!
It has been a pleasure, an honor for Day Radio,
to bring to your homes
the traditional live broadcast of the Tigers Club annual party.
We're always thinking of you and wishing you the very best.
May all your New Year's resolutions have a most joyous outcome
and open the most wonderful paths to you.
Here, in HPLM's sound booth,
we feel honored, overwhelmed -
yes, why not say it - overwhelmed with joy
to hear from you, to answer your calls.
Mrs. Lorenza wants to send her warmest regards to the whole family.
And she wishes the very best for us all.
Mrs. Lupita Raquel sends everyone her wishes
for glory to God in heaven, peace on earth and goodwill.
How beautiful.
You.
What the fuck does the old man want with it?
He never told you?
He thinks it will help him live longer.
Leave me alone.
Do what you have to do, but leave me alone.
Get up!
So quiet.
My God, so much blood.
All that blood is mine.
I'm dying.
Unbelievable.
Everything's upside down.
And I'm dying.
Alone.
Don't let me die today.
I'm in so much pain.
I can endure a lot more. A lot more.
Oh, Aurora.
Wow, Tito. Wow.
The forehead is turning out...
perfect.
It looks totally normal.
It's your best work yet. - Fuck, yeah.
There's a technique to this.
I'm giving it shape,
texture,
color.
You have to be a fucking artist.
Yes.
But don't go to so much trouble. We're going to cremate him.
What?
Fuck me! What do you mean we're going to burn him?
You should've told me before I fixed the fucker, God rest his soul.
Nobody respects my work here. Why didn't you guys let me know?
You! Why didn't you let me know?
The widow changed her mind.
It looks like the guy didn't make preparations.
He didn't buy a niche, or a grave plot, nothing.
They're all the same.
The bastards think they'll live forever.
Motherfucker.
Look at that.
Was it a lively wake?
We won't send you to heaven like this.
Naked, with lipstick smudges all over.
They'll think you went whoring.
Here you go, buddy.
Come in, sir. Come in. Make yourself at home.
Tito, Mr. De la Guardia is -
was a friend of the deceased.
He wants to see the body one last time.
Of course.
Medium or well done?
HE ISN'T DEAD HE JUST LEFT EARLY
THE FAMILY OF JESÚS GRIS THANKS YOU
FOR BEING WITH US DURING THESE TRYING TIMES
Hello?
Yes?
Mercedes.
Is that for me?
Dear Mer... cedes.
It's very hard to write these lines to you.
I want you to know that,
somehow,
for some reason,
I'm still alive.
And being alive is very painful.
I'm burning with thirst.
And everything feels foreign to me,
the day,
this house...
and you.
Aurora will stay with you.
She will leave you this letter.
By the time you read it,
I will have gone to a kind of appointment
to resolve unfinished business.
If I've lost everything, at least I'd like to know why.
Just today I realize how much I miss you.
I hope to find you here when I come back, willing to see me,
regardless of my appearance.
Love,
Jesús.
Aurora.
For God's sake, what are you doing here?
I told you not to come, Aurora.
Put that away.
Don't you realize they could kill us?
Don't you realize we're in danger?
It works.
I knew you'd be back.
If you're looking for the missing pages,
you're wasting your time.
I ate them.
You talk about eternity.
Look at me, look at my skin. It's rotting. It's falling to pieces.
What? What are you talking about?
Look.
What's happening to me?
You've been reborn.
Why is this happening?
Why this new skin?
And don't answer with riddles!
You talk about insects,
about alchemists, about devices.
But what am I missing?
Blood.
Human?
I can break the device, smash it to pieces.
I don't give a damn about eternity!
I don't want to live forever. I just want out of this.
I don't trust you.
I don't think you have a choice.
Give it to me, darling.
Give it to me, I know what I'm doing.
But first...
my way out.
My God, Aurora.
Let's go, okay?
Let's go.
Please.
Angel.
Oh, Mr. Gris.
Mr. Gris.
Go on.
Go on!
Come here.
Angel!
What the fuck do I have to do to kill you?
You've got more to lose.
For me, it's just pain.
Grandfather.
No!
I am Jesús...
Gris.
Jesús Gris.
IN MEMORY OF JOSEFINA CAMBEROS