Love You to Death (A muerte)

Good morning.

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

- How long were you staring at me? - Well, it's been a little while.

Dude, come on. I'm sleeping.

- What's with you? - I don't know. What's the time?

- It's 12:30. - Seriously? 12:30?

Yesterday sucked, and I'm just gonna sleep all day today?

- And Georgina? - She went to the hospital.

But you broke up, didn't you?

Of course we did, dude. She's with someone.

But it's all good, okay?

And you and Gerard?

Fine. I asked him to calm down and he asked me to get married.

We struggle with communication for some odd reason that I can't figure out.

- It's strange. - That's pretty hard.

- What are we doing today? - What do you mean?

I'm going into surgery in a few hours. We have to use our time wisely.

You actually think these last four hours I watched you

and I wasn't planning anything?

You sat here for four hours watching me sleep?

Four or five hours. Who can say? And that doesn't matter.

The city's alive, and so are you and me. We're both alive.

Let's try new things, damn it.

Let's go!

- Oh... - Now we're talking.

You're not gonna get it.

Your balls are being destroyed and you really don't seem to care.

- You all right? - Yeah.

Dude, don't worry. Your operation will go well.

It's been a week since I was diagnosed with cancer

and I'm about to have an operation.

Yesterday I ended it with Gina.

The only thing on my mind is...

is... is Marta.

I don't get it. It doesn't make any sense. But, what can I say?

- I think it makes sense. - Really?

Shit, Raúl. You know how hard finding something like that is?

- But I hardly know her. - But, that's how this stuff goes.

You meet someone, they blow your mind

and, you know, that's the shit, because when you're with her,

- you don't want the day to end. - Yeah.

Or it's like when you're super high at a party, like tripping balls.

Yeah, you lost me with that one.

You don't want the club to close because the night goes on forever.

- Sure, sounds amazing. -

Shit, dude, you got a shot at something like that

and, I mean, you're letting it slip away?

I'm sorry.

You've got enough on your mind without adding more to it myself, so...

Hey, no, no. Hey, hey, hey. I like cheesy Edu, man. Keep going. Go on.

When cheesy Edu comes out to play, you're getting the damn Alexia Putellas of love.

Great, yeah. Keep going.

Well, if cheesy Edu were in your situation, he wouldn't think twice.

- About what? - What do you think? About you going.

Yeah, going where?

Dude, you spend your life watching rom-coms.

Now that you're actually about to live one out for real,

you're playing Super Nintendo.

No, no, dude, no. I've got too much going on today.

Fuck what you got going on, dude. Sorry. Sorry, man.

Sometimes unpacking a situation brings out the violent side of me.

'Cause things that I buried start to erupt. Did I hurt you?

No, no, I'm okay. Go on. Please tell me, now.

- The operation will work, all right? - Uh-huh.

But in case it doesn't work out, imagine if you never saw her again.

She's getting to know this dude who's incredible,

and then all of a sudden he disappears?

Marta doesn't deserve that.

LOVE YOU TO DEATH

- -

Fuck, dude. I can't believe this.

Ah, fuck.

- Nano. -

Why don't you go cry at your own fucking house, Nano?

Yeah, sure. I'll just go to my house and beg my wife to console me.

It's just, how could I cheat on her again with you, huh?

I'm gonna destroy my marriage. For what?

For a random fling I can't even remember?

Do you remember it?

Nano, you can't destroy your marriage when it's been dead for years already.

And, yes, unfortunately I can.

Well, sure, for you it's all passion, this thing.

You can't resist the way I smell or my buff body.

- You've said it. - You smell like a wet dog.

I mean, it's different for you. You don't... You don't have responsibilities.

You know? You're free. You don't have a family you're gonna hurt.

I don't want that.

No, this can't happen again.

I don't know. Well, maybe randomly just once.

You know, or twice at most.

Well, look, Nano, the thing is, I'm pregnant.

Huh?

And it's yours.

And, yes, I could have told you earlier.

- But I'm sorry I didn't. I wasn't... - And you've taken tests or...?

And I'm keeping it.

Who told you you're pregnant, Marta? A professional told you that?

No, actually, a gypsy on the street told me.

She reads palms and she said I'd have three kids.

First one's dad would be a jackass,

the second's dad would be the chosen one and kill the jackass,

and the third's dad would be the decent person finally.

Marta, I get the sarcasm and all, but the gypsy thing was racist.

Even for me. They're called Romani. Okay? Racist.

How am I such an unbelievable idiot?

I was so fucking, so... stupid to sleep with you again.

- Hello. - Oh, hey. Hey, Raúl.

How come you're here?

It's just that there's one thing I wanted to tell you yesterday, and...

Um, that's cool. Is it all right if we talk about this some time later?

Hang on a minute. I... I just think... I feel you should know...

Look, you caught me at a really bad time. We'll talk about this tomorrow, okay?

No, tomorrow doesn't work. This is serious.

Look, the thing is... is that I have canc...

It's been a month that you've known about this?

- Oh, hi. - Motherfu...

Just go over there and we'll talk in a minute calmly.

- How long should I wait? - Go now.

Until you have it? Until the baby starts college?

Because I clearly don't have a say.

These days, if the father is a heterosexual, cisgender male,

he can't have an opinion, right?

- Will you just shut up? - He's the father?

This guy knew even? Does everyone know?

Fuck, I should ask my wife! This is very crazy, right?

- Nano, shut your face. Shut it. - I'm her boss, by the way. Nano.

He doesn't wanna know who you are. Please leave already. Go.

So the father is your boss?

Don't you dare judge me.

I just didn't realize you were in a relationship.

No, and that's because we're not, Raúl.

Well, it's complicated. I mean, I'm her superior.

I have a wife and kids and all.

You know, lots of signs basically shouting at us, "Stop fucking, you guys."

But, shit, there's so much passion, huh?

Will you go over there?

Over there now.

Listen, I don't know what you're trying to say, Raúl.

- Yeah, the thing is... - And it's not a good time now.

...this is really important to say, seriously,

because, well, the thing is, my life...

Well, your life right now really isn't my concern, all right?

I've got a bunch going on in my head.

I'm not able to fix your existential crisis.

My what?

Helping each other out and being friends is great,

but that's it, all right?

I'm a piece of shit. Isn't that clear?

Well, no, I really don't think you're a piece of shit.

Of course not, because you're a great person. Right, Raúl?

You're the HR dude who's never done anything wrong in his entire life,

and saw this situationship as an experiment

in personal growth or something.

You know what your problem is?

What?

You've realized you've been leading a life that you don't like.

And you're so afraid you'll fail after finally changing,

you'd rather stay the way you are.

But sometimes life...

gets cut short.

Well, great. Are you finished with your self-help bullshit?

I mean, are you happy, dude?

Are you happy with the job you have at the car dealership? Are you?

Okay, so now what I do for work is bullshit along with everything else?

No, no, no. That's not what this is about, Raúl.

But you have no idea how hard I worked to get myself to where I am right now.

How many years it's taken me. You don't get it.

I don't understand the part where you're fucking your boss, but...

Oh, wow. Okay, thanks. You know what? Fuck off.

I'm not gonna stand here while you judge me,

a guy who hasn't struggled or had to work hard to achieve anything in his life.

The most interesting thing you've done is be an extra for a commercial.

Fine. Well, listen. You can also fuck off.

Well, finally, you're being honest, huh?

Why don't you just take the stairs? Just take the stairs.

Yeah, well, I ran here.

Well...

Well, here we are.

Right, yeah. Here we are.

All right, so first is Admissions.

And after that up to the other floor. I don't know which one.

Uh, hey, if you want, I'll bring you extra underwear.

You packed five pairs already. I think that's sufficient for now, isn't?

All right, fine, fine.

That's it.

- What? - Your robe, dude.

What do you mean, a robe? What?

Yeah, dude.

You know what the robes they got here are like? And you're walking around, ass out?

- Yeah. - I mean, the air conditioning.

You feel that? Too much.

You'll end up with an infection.

Two types of illnesses, Raúl? No. Two? No way is that happening.

- I'll go buy you one right now. - What? You're gonna leave?

You're going right now?

First, you make me go over to visit Marta,

which I'm still processing, and now you're leaving me?

Well, you'll thank me later. I'll just be gone for a minute.

Plus, your mother's coming, and Georgina.

Maybe go choose your room, all right?