Broken Embraces (Los Abrazos Rotos) (Los abrazos rotos)

Broken Embraces

What's your name?

"Harry Caine"

I used to be called Mateo and I was a cinema director.

From very young I was tempted about the idea of being someone else, apart from myself.

Living only one life was not enough, so I invented a pseudonym, Harry Caine.

An adventurer that, because of the destiny, would become a writer.

As of now, I made him sign all the scripts and stories that I wrote.

For years, Mateo Blanco and Harry Caine shared the same person, I,

but there was a moment in which, abruptly, I could only be Harry Caine.

I became my pseudonym, a writer made himself, by himself.

There was only a detail that I hadn't for seen, Harry Caine would be a blind writer."

Oh dear... Ernesto Martel has died!

Who?

Ernesto Martel. I know a granddaughter of his...

So he's dead...

Yes. Did you knew him?

No...

Let's see... What does interest you? Politics, economics, culture...?

You interest me.

How are you? Do you mind describing yourself?

What are you interested on?

Your measures, for example?

Em... 90, 68, 90 (cms).

What is the colour of your eyes?

Green, and in summer a bit blue.

And your hair? How are you dressed?

I'm blond, with long and straight hair.

I'm wearing a purple t-shirt, tight jeans...

Tight?

Yes, tight.

And high heels.

High?

Very high.

Let's see..., blond, long hair.

Let's see... the eyes, green eyes... a bit blue in the summer

And the skin... Mmmm, delicious skin! And the lips...

fleshy...

May I go to the toilet?

Yes, yes, of course! At the end of the corridor.

Sorry, I thought you were alone.

May I come in, or you are going for a second one?

No, no, come in. We have finished.

She helped me to cross the road... and I invited her to read me the newspaper...

Of course... She gave you the hand and you took the arm!

What are you looking for?

My polo.

There you go, the polo.

Thanks.

Anything else? The socks?

Yes, thanks.

There you go.

Thanks.

Hello...

Hi.

Well then, Harry, I'll be going.

Thanks for crossing me.

No problem.

You're standing on my feet.

Oops, Sorry! Sorry...

No, it has been a pleasure.

Same.

Thank you very much.

So..., I have to go.

I hope we will meet again.

Yes...

Harry, you can't bring home the first person that helps you cross the road!

One day something will happen!

Everything that has to happen to me has already happened. Now I only have to enjoy life.

Diego told me that you and him finished the script yesterday.

I'd like to add a final epilogue.

I had agreed to bring the final version to the producer and the director today.

You will have it tomorrow, have no fear

Ernesto Martel has died.

I think he was very sick...

We haven't spoken about him for a long time...

Yes, is true.

Hello.

You look terrible!

I ran here.

Today is Monday. Don't run for my sake, Diego. We aren't in a hurry.

I am. I gave my word.

You will have it tonight, don't worry. We're changing the ending.

Now?

Yes.

Start thinking on the next script.

Something with fantasy or terror for brats, is what it sells best.

I don't know if I can.

I thought of following the story inspired in Arthur Miller's son.

The writer who married Marilyn?

Yes.

He was in "Vanity Fair", I've read it in "El Pais" (Spanish newspaper).

After Marilyn, he married the photojournalist Inge Morat and they had a son.

The kid was born with Down Syndrome and Miller hid him away.

He doesn't even mention him in his memories and never wanted to see him.

Despite his wife begging, he never wanted to see him.

How terrible!

But one day they met by chance.

Arthur Miller was giving a conference in defence of a mentally handicapped person

who had been sentenced to death after making a forced confession.

His son with Down's syndrome was in the audience.

After the lecture, the son went up to the stage and hugged his father.

Miller didn't know how to get free of that man,

but then the stranger let go of him and said,

"I'm your son Daniel and I'm very proud of you, dad".

I don't think we can write about Arthur Miller without asking for the rights to the family.

About the guy, the thing is not the meanness, but the strength

that survives without the slight resentment against the father that has ignored him for life.

No, no, yes... the topic is really interesting... But years ago, when you started writing again...

and I sold your scripts, you said you'd never do

remakes, sequels or biopics.

I remember perfectly, because I was surprised about the biopics.

But this wouldn't be a biopic, but a story of seperation, overcoming the odds and natural goodness.

Yeah. I'll get the door.

Hey, I've bought yogurts, but he's out of cleaning stuff and juice, too.

And remember, the clothes from the laundry.

Hey, guys, I'm off!

OK, fine.

We'll talk about it, Harry.

OK, Judit, Ok..

(Song: "Vitamin C" By "CAN" "Communism, Anarchism & Nihilism")

Hey! How are you?

Fine, and you? Fine. Got that session?

Very hot, just brought here by "the donkey". Beautiful.

Hey, do you want a bit of "crystal"?

Nah, I need to sleep occasionally. Hide me.

Be more discreet. There's hardly anyone.

Hey, buy me a drink.? Whatever you want.

You want anything? No.

Sorry!

"Applications, explore, Internet, properties, press arrow

up, arrow down, escape, error, email, quit,

configure applications, explore internet, the page has zero links, Obituary...

The businessman Ernesto Martel has died. Obituary. The businessman of Chilean origin Ernesto Martel

died yesterday in his residence in La Moraleja, Madrid.

Martel was one of the leading businessmen in the '90s.

"Ermar Capital", the empire he created in the 80's, helped finance

important public works in South American countries.

Married twice and father of two, he faded from public life in recent years

after being implicated in the Apresto scandal.

Accused of fraud and tax evasion, in 2002 he was sentenced to 3 years in prison,

of which he only served four months because his age and disease..."

Yes... I've just spoken with the Ministry of Transport and everything is on the move now...

Yes, we're building the Caracas subway... Of course, of course, there's a lot of money...

Well, at least five years.

Listen, I'm looking for a qualified company and I'd thought of you...

Sure. Everything will go through me, the President himself has told me.

I'll call you later, OK? I'll call you now.

Yes, Mr. Martel.

Lena, would you mind coming to my office? I want to dictate a letter.

Yes, I'm on my way.

Hi, Lena.

Good morning.

The letter is for the Minister of Industry.

Right...

Dear Antonio: I'm delighted...

Excuse me, sorry...

Are you feeling all right?

Yes, yes.

I'm delighted to inform you that shortly I'll be meeting with a Venezuelan committee...

Sorry.

Why don't you tell me what's happening? I'm sure I can help you.

My father is very sick. He's being discharged today and I'd like to be there.

Of course. What does he have?

Stomach cancer, and it's spread.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Where's dad?

He's inside, waiting.

I can't believe they left you here,

put out on the street like dogs.

Wasn't he going to be operated this week by Dr. Alvarez de la Torre?

Of course, that is what it was supposed to be!

He arranged a meeting this morning to tell us that he was being discharged.

I asked him what he meant.

He says: "Ah, very easy. It's July and I'm off on holidays".

What do you mean on holidays?

I said: "Are we being kicked out?".

And he said: "No, madam, I'm discharging him so he can go home".

"But, as he is how, what do I do with him at home? He said: "That is a problem of yours".

He added: "I'm off on holidays". He is dying! I told him.

"He can die peacefully at home," he answered.

They can't torture him for 20

days with tests and then do this.

Girls, have you forgotten about me?

Don't say such rot, dad!

No one could forget you.

Take it slowly.

Isn't it nice to get out?

Let's go home...

Come on, I'll put the bags in.

You'll be comfortable here.

I'll bring your pills. Yes.

Rest...

Mum, I'm leaving now, I've got a lot to do.

OK, darling.

If anything happens, you call me, anytime. I'll come tomorrow morning, ok?

Thank you.

It's ok, mum.

Take care.