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I looked everywhere. It’s not there. Not in my room or the bathroom.

It can’t be in the bathroom.

-Just look in the drawers. -It’s not there.

Whatever. Just find it. Go.

The last time I saw it you had it in your hand.

-I did? -Yes.

That’s nonsense, come on.

Find it.

-Come on, Mom. -I said no!

Why can’t you do it?

I can’t. I really can’t because I’m already late.

That’s it.

Miss Vanesa.

Mom, I remembered. It’s in the car.

-That’s it. -Please, it’s just a sec.

-I’ll check the car and be right back. -Miss Vanesa.

I really can’t. I have to go.

-Mom, come on. -I said no.

Mom, no, please! It’s always the same with you.

Miss Vanesa!

Miss, the plumber is coming today, don’t forget.

Ok, Celia, got it.

No! I can’t come get you at school.

Enough! I said no.

If I say no, it’s no.

OK, I’ll look for it.

Here we go.

Thanks.

Hey there.

-How are you? -Fine.

-Did you order? -No, I was waiting for you.

I came as soon as I could.

No problem.

Everyone was there.

-Lots of filmmakers, producers. -Well, look at you!

Yes.

The big shot was there. They even interviewed me.

That’s good.

Hello! Good evening. Are you ready to order?

Let’s see.

I’d like this one. -Mushroom crisp. -Very good.

-And spring water, still please. -Ok.

Thank you.

Let’s see, these appetizers...

does it come with any dressing, or something like that?

No, no dressing.

Ok.

Are they raw?

No, they are cooked. One of the house favorites.

And no salt, is that possible?

No salt, fine.

Ok.

-Right, bring him the appetizers. -Right, no salt please.

The “gyozas.”

Shall I take the plates?

-Yes. -Thanks.

Miguel Vázquez was there.

So?

-He loved my work. -Told you so.

-Told you so. -Yes.

He even said he had a part for me in his next movie.

He said he’d call me next week.

-Really? -Yeah!

-Congratulations. -Yes, I’m happy.

I am very happy.

It’s everything you wanted.

Well, yes. Anyway, one step at a time.

The world is yours woman.

And how are you?

Alive.

Thanks.

Well...

I knew this meeting was a bit too soon.

You said you weren’t ready yet.

That you were still figuring things out.

But I need to submit the final chapters.

Yes, of course. And I need to know if we’ll continue to work together.

Right.

If it’s up to me, we will.

It’s important for me to have this project right now.

It’s my story too.

Yes, of course.

Anyway, we’ll see what’s left of the wreckage.

Right.

Did you notice?

I put on weight.

Yes, I can tell.

You look better.

Eight pounds.

Oh, maybe it’s the cortisone.

I’ve been cooking.

You have? Good!

I made those fritters...

The green-leaf fritters.

Yeah. They came out pretty good.

No kidding.

It seems I’m a good cook.

Next week...

-It’s your last check-up, right? I know. At last.

Well...

Last time I did most of the talking, so...

I really would like to listen to you.

Actually, I come in peace.

Great.

For starters, I already said I’m sorry.

I’d like us to talk about...

how in the last few weeks I felt under surveillance

Wait a minute, stop right there.

I need more from you.

What do you mean, you said you are sorry?

Oh, I’m happy to hear you don’t want to fight.

You started all wrong.

Enjoy.

Wow.

They are so good.

So?

Well, right...

I was careless.

But you were spying on me.

Oh, so it’s my fault then?

I was true to myself...

because there is no such thing as faithfulness.

I mean, all men do it.

What matters is that you shouldn’t have found out about it.

And, Vane, you only knew because you went digging.

But you sowed our relationship with mistrust...

because of your lies.

Wait.

I wasn’t on the up and up.

Whatever.

It was enough to turn me into a jealous woman.

That’s why it ended.

Did you go to your check up?

Yes.

-What did he say? -Not much. He increased the cortisone.

That’s why you put on weight.

Wait, it's still open.

It was just once, Vane.

In another country.

If all this hadn’t happened...

it would have meant nothing.

What about the other chat, doesn’t she live here?

"Darling. Gorgeous. I love you."

No, no. You are taking words out of context.

That was a friendly chat.

-Don’t underestimate me. -I don’t underestimate you.

I don’t say things like that to anyone but you.

You lied too.

You were reading my messages.

Weren’t you?

And you didn’t tell me.

Isn’t that so?

What were you expecting? What did you want to prove?

I was giving you the chance to tell me the truth.

Since when have you been spying on me?

Since you were admitted to the hospital.

I couldn’t stand it when you deleted messages.

I deleted them because... because I sensed you were reading them.

-Ha. -Well, yes.

So, you admit to flirting in the messages.

No, woman.

I deleted everything. All my messages.

You were driving me crazy. What are you talking about?

You’re an asshole.

Hey, admit what your distrust triggered.

You won’t admit anything?

I should have kicked you out the first day you lied to me.

We had an agreement to be faithful.

An agreement? What are you talking about?

What agreement?

Love matters. What agreement?

Love? Love?

So when your ex asked you if you were in love with me...

you replied: "What is love?"

That’s the love you mean?

Listen to yourself.

Listen to yourself.

I was under surveillance, at all times.

Can’t you see?

Did we have an agreement or not?

What agreement?

Love is what counts. What agreement?

We had an agreement.

But you were spying, looking at my Facebook.

There is an outside and an inside,

and what’s outside should not get inside.

What are you talking about?

Your Facebook account on my computer is my inside.

You didn’t feel guilty at all?

You checked my Facebook just like that?

And you didn’t feel guilty when you were fucking someone else?

Ok.

I was wrong.

I was unfaithful.

But, admit it, you were spying on me.

Admit it. Because that’s why it happened.

I can’t believe it.

I can’t believe this.

Excuse me.

What is the problem here?