Not the End (Sin fin)

Present time / Time simulator

Present time / Time simulator

I didn't want to wake you up.

See you later.

I didn't know she was so bad. There's nothing else I can do.

Hey! You can't just leave.

There's nothing I can do.

You have no idea what the rest of your life will be like without Maria...

I brought some "churros".

Sit down.

Leave that.

- I don't mind. - It's broken.

I've told you a thousand times. It's broken.

I've taken the day off today.

Let's do something.

What are you looking at, Javier? Why are you staring at me so much today?

What are you doing here? Don't you have a lot to do?

Amada, Cecilia, Elvira... you look like a Elvira.

That must be your name...

- If you say so... - Elvira, there's a nightclub nearby...

Good music. Quality liquor.

- Did he say they serve quality liquor? - That's what he said.

"Estefania", they serve the lowest quality liquor. A headache all weekend.

Pay no attention to my friend,"Carolina". You're coming, aren't you?

- Come with us. - Come on, green eyes.

Green and very beautiful eyes, Sofia.

Come and have a drink. Just one.

So I'm getting off the bus for just one drink?

- Come on, as many as you want. - Come on.

- As many as I want? Are you sure? - Of course, it's on my friend.

- As many as I want? - Yes. Come on.

- Do you want some? - No, thanks.

Damn! Shit!

- Hey, dude! What is that? - Fuck, disgusting!

- Step on it! Kick it! - Look, with your toe, like Romario.

Let me do it. You look like fucking Prosinecki.

- He comes up to the line, he shoots and... - No, no!

Goal!

- Hey! What is wrong with you? - What's going on?

- What are you doing? - Don't touch it, dammit!

Come here, honey. Come here.

Don't be afraid of these animals.

- It's mine! - What?

It's mine.

What a nutcase, huh?

Oh god, come on. Let's get off at the next stop.

- Come on. - You go, I'm staying here.

Hey, don't mess me around. Come on.

- Leave her, she's a nutcase too. - Let's go.

Won't it suffocate? The rat, in there?

- It has no way to breathe. - Of course it can breathe.

Look, the animal can't breathe. The backpack is completely closed.

It can breathe. Wasn't that your stop?

Yes.

And, how do you know?

Because you get off here, don't you?

Well, not everyday, only on Fridays and Saturdays

when you finish work at the nightclub.

- What are you, a stalker? - No, we just take the same night bus.

I've never seen you.

Because you can't see that far. You are clearly shortsighted.

A shortsighted girl is clearly the perfect victim for a rubberneck like you.

I'm not a rubberneck.

- Does it show? - What?

- That I'm shortsighted. - Yes.

Fuck.

I have glasses but they make my eyes look smaller.

And that's the one beautiful thing I have, my green eyes.

- They're not green. - Oh, really?

- They're not green. - How's that?

They're not green.

They're actually yellow in the center and blue toward the outside.

The color changes, like a kiwi when you cut it in half.

You also have tiny little dots, like in a kiwi.

Five in your right eye and three in your left one.

But, I mean, don't worry. Get a check-up,

but it's probably just excess melanin, nothing more.

- You are a rubberneck. - I am not a rubberneck.

Yes, you are.

Last stop, guys! You need to get off!

May I...?

Hello, hello!

Wait, wait!

What are you using there?

- Creams. - Yes, but what creams?

I don't know, my mom buys them for me.

Tell your mom that creams won't do anything.

Only seawater will heal that. The iodine has healing powers.

Seriously, have you ever seen a sick fish?

- You're kidding, right? - I'm serious. Everyone knows that.

They either get caught or eaten by a bigger fish.

Try to remember if you have a single memory of scratching a wound in the sea.

I've never been in the sea.

- Yeah, right. - No, I haven't.

You look very much like Trigorin. Trigo... from "The Seagull" by Chekhov.

I have an audition in a few days. I'm playing Nina

who is madly in love with Trigo.

Trigo is a writer who pays no attention to Nina. He's completely focused...

on his work. He spends his days making notes in his little notebook, like you.

- I'm not a writer. - What are you then?

I think this is a bit unbalanced, you know?

Of course it is, since you spy on me on the bus, because you are a rubberneck.

I'm not a rubberneck. We just take the same bus.

And since when do we take the same night bus?

Come on then. What do you know about me?

You are an actress: you move your lips when you read to learn your lines.

And you always step onto the bus with your left foot. You've flat feet...

with supination, which wears out the inner side of the soles of your shoes.

Your lips are always dry, so you carry a cocoa butter lip balm in your backpack.

And eucalyptus breath mints and a toothbrush.

And you crack your knuckles.

That's it.

What happens if you don't step on the white?

You fall into the void or what?

You must be a Virgo. Aren't you?

I'm a Pisces, I'm a dreamer, sentimental.

I think you're a Virgo. Because you're an introvert, analytical.

You are, right? Right?

- Yes. - Yes?

- Yes. - I knew it.

You should know that Pisces and Virgo are opposite signs in the zodiac wheel.

- Which makes us complementary. - Who says so?

- The stars. - The stars don't say that.

Anyway, most of the stars you can see are dead.

When I was a kid I loved looking at the stars at night.

Plus, where I come from, there isn't much else to do.

There it's just four tiny lights. And here there are so many.

It's as if every little point of light is an opportunity to live.

And sometimes I worry, you know?

Because it makes me feel like... I won't make the most of them all.

- Just focus on one. - No,

I have to live them all.

I can't believe it. Such a rush for this?

- But you can see this every day. - Every day?

I watch the sunrise and the sunset every day.

Why?

Knowing that in exactly 10 seconds the first ray of light will appear,

makes me feel relaxed. It will happen like that today, tomorrow... always.

Five,...

... four, three,...

... two, one...

... one... ... one...

It's cold, isn't it?

Yes. Yes, it is.

What is this? Your bachelor pad?

But, all this? They let you have it here?

Nobody comes up. My mom is the president of the residents' association.

So they won't let you have it at home.

- And all this junk? - It's not junk. They're cathode tubes.

If I collect enough of them, I'll be able to build a particle accelerator.

And what do you want one of these accelerators for?

You wouldn't understand. Can you give it to me?

You know what? Your eyes don't look like kiwis. But they're pretty good.

- You don't miss a thing, rubberneck. - Can you give it to me?

Let's see,

- how many beauty spots do I have? - One on your neck.

Well, that's the one you can see.

Can you give it to me?

- I need to... put on... - Ok, Ok.

- Well, I'll see you around. - Yes, on the night bus.

No, not on the night bus.

I quit my job tonight. I was tired so... some other time.

Are you really not going to ask me for my phone number?

Yes, of course. What is it?

I don't have one. I just wanted to know that you wanted it. Bye, Trigo.

Give me a day.

- Give me just one day. - I can't. My thesis.

Your thesis tomorrow. Come on, give me one day.

- Until sunset, what time is that? - At 9:09.

So... until 9:09. Not a minute more, not a minute less.

No. I don't know.

Come on, Trigo.

You only have a few more hours with her.

Make the most of them.

Maria... Look.

"The Seagull"

What if we remember that day?

Let's go from one bus to another, like we did then.

- So your name is Maria? - Nina.

But on your travel pass it says your name is Maria.

Yes. But what's in a name?

Tell me, what's in a name?

"That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.

Doff thy name, and for that name, which is no part of thee,

take all myself."

Before Nina, I played Juliet.

Hey, it smells like "churros", doesn't it?

Step number one.

Step number two.

Number three: batter.

Number four.

And step number five.

We're not kids anymore, Javier. Really, don't insist.

What is there to lose?

Let's go.

You kept it.

"Run, Trigo!"

Give me a day.

Give me one day, Maria, just one day.

What are you doing, Javier?