Madrid, 1987

The consumer price index went up 0% in the month of June.

The Treasury Department is optimistic

about reaching a 5% rate of inflation.

Government spokesman Javier Solana says statements made by Minister Barrionuevo

were misinterpreted.

Overstepping the limits of the Constitution

in the fight against terrorism was never an issue.

Gerardo Iglesias proposed general guidelines

for the 12th Congress of the Spanish Communist Party

to the central committee.

All topics except the party's Marxist Communist revolutionary nature

will be open for debate.

The Supreme Council on Military Justice will review the sentences

of the remaining prisoners involved in the coup attempt.

Some could receive shortened sentences

in the next few months.

The State Council of the Democratic Republic of Germany

has decreed a general amnesty and eliminated the death penalty,

an unprecedented move in Eastern European countries.

This afternoon a forest fire

has spread at least 6 kilometers between Valencia and Castelldn.

Strong winds have complicated efforts to put it out.

Jesus Gil y Gil, the man of the hour.

Cambio 16 reveals the character o pain Is new soccer messiah.

Read Cambio 16.

And now, The Hunter's Corner.

Already half past

It was 77 degrees at 9 in the morning.

It's gonna be so hot the was baskets melt.

Don't be so poetic, it'll rub off on me

and my article will be too lyrical and it'll depress all the widows.

Yes, sir. That's right.

Stick to the waiter bullshit, I'll handle the columnist bullshit.

Like we usually do.

That's right.

You crossed the cafe like a gazelle.

Totally out of place among all this vulgarity.

So it's true you always write here.

Not always.

Always is a dangerous word, don't you think?

I don't know.

Words that appear to force you into something are always a lie.

Words don't force anyone.

Never trust words. They seem like a chain,

but they break just like that. I won't.

Order something, I'll be done in a second.

Coca-Cola. Right away.

Can I

On Monday.

Writing two days before doesn't scare you?

Before, Franco could die.

Now, they could kill the Pope and nothing would change.

As long as the banks open.

In '81, when Sudrez resigned,

I wrote an article about how he parted his hair.

Remember It was perfect.

I said the part never moved because it was afraid of getting

fired or killed or who knows what it was so afraid of.

You think I changed the article when I heard he resigned

The editor called me.

Change the article, we'll give you more space.

It's fine as it is." And that's how it stayed.

Years later Sudrez himself told me.

When I quit,

the article that struck me most was yours, Miguel.

The one about my hair."

I guess I'm the only one who didn't stab him in the back with an obituary.

Did you two get along?

When you write in the papers every day for 25 years,

you don't even get along with your shadow.

People put up with you, period.

Can I steal a sip

Dr. Bram6n says Coca-Cola is off limits.

Coca-Cola, coffee, tobacco and whisky.

I see you don't listen to him.

That way when I die the blame will be spread.

That's a good ending.

Of course.

A good ending.

The doctor says Coca-Cola is off limits,

but he didn't say anything

about girls who drink

Coca-Cola.

Are you talking about me?

I only talk about myself. Even when I talk about other people.

Did you bring it?

What is this?

a balance sheet?

It's a copy. I have to turn it in in September.

What have you done with me?

An obituary I don't know.

As long as I pass.

I don't get why he failed you.

Don't teachers automatically pass beautiful students anymore?

We live in decadent times.

I never went to class. He's a jerk.

Then that's why he failed you. For not going to his class.

I'd have done the same thing.

Seeing your desk empty made the old man

melancholic. He's not so old.

He would read his pathetic journalism handbook out loud.

Nobody ended up going.

Journalism professors.

Can you teach a dog how to be a dog?

How many classes do you have to make up?

Two.

I left everything for September.

This is too long.

Too long.

Newspapers don't like things too long.

They want shorter stuff.

They call them pills. Pills cure everything now.

I wasn't going to publish it.

You're too far, sit over here.

These things I say are totally uninteresting.

Why do you want to know how to write an article or a novel,

if someone goes to bed late or writes at home or in a cafe?

Like there's some secret formula you can steal in a half an hour interview.

No, the secret is giving it everything you've got.

Behind the ironic, foul-mouthed exterior,

there's a little boy.

Maybe an awful boy, but still a boy,

who writes like he talks because he writes as much as he talks.

You're copying my style, it's not your voice.

If you interviewed Felipe Gonzdlez,

would you write it with an Andalusian accent?

You don't need a uniform

to interview a soccer player.

You don't even need to know about soccer.

Don't let it infect you. A writer isn't a chameleon.

These are all cliches, they're worthless.

You're pinching.

Writing should stab, not pinch.

I like this better.

My glasses don't protect me from other people's gazes,

they protect others from my gaze.

I like it.

But don't yours do the same? With that folk singer look...

How we look isn't something we create for others,

like stylists and imbeciles say.

How we look is our bamcade.

We take cover behind it, holding the fort.

You are obviously talented.

This is like being a movie actor.

There's no point if the camera doesn't love you.

The camera clearly loves you.

Can I keep it?

Sure.

Are you in a hurry?

No.

Are they waiting for you at home for lunch?

No, it doesn't matter.

It does for me, but I can be late.

Or not even go.

Check my right pocket.

Don't look for any photos of kids.

The point of an ID card is to remind us what assholes we are.

Ever seen anyone who doesn't look like an asshole

in their ID card?

Rodriguez.

Yes, I use a stage name, like Sara Montiel.

It's expired.

I can't agree more.

Doctor's orders.

No, amphetamines. I'd offer you one, but I don't

corrupt young girls.

In the other one.

The keys to my friend's studio.

He's a painter.

He's in the mountains, avoiding the heat.

I asked him for them before I called you.

Then I tried my luck.

I was surprised you called me.

Were you really?

I didn't think you'd want to read what I wrote after the interview.

I didn't call you to read what you'd written.

What interested me was you.

Did I call too late?

We were having dinner.

I didn't tell my parents who you were.

Can I have an autograph?

For Sonia.

I read you every day. I love your articles.

I don't write to be read,

I write to be paid.

Thank you.

What does it say?

For Sonia, who has lousy timing. Warm regards."

Thanks.

Well then

I don't know

I can't stand people looking at us and interrupting us.

I want to spend the next two hours with you without anybody getting in the way.

I just want to get to know you better.

And you to get to know me.

Isn't that what you wanted when you asked me for the interview?

Take the keys and wait for me at the door.

Wipe that smirk off your face and celebrate a comrade's success

like a good Communist. I'll need the Tiisky bottle.

Save my typewriter and give the article to the messenger from the paper