The Mess You Leave Behind (El desorden que dejas)

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Viruca. Viruca!

- What are you doing here? - Take the chain off.

- We need to talk. - Why the fuck are you here?

- Viruca. - How dare you use that key!

- This is my apartment. Understand? - I'm worried about you.

You won't pick up the phone. You don't answer my text messages. Viruca!

Please, Mauro. Not you, okay? Don't...

- Don't touch me! - Viruca. Viruca!

- Tell me what happened. - Don't pressure me.

I am this close to burning it all down. Get out of here.

- Open the door, and let's talk. - Get out! Stop!

Viruca, please!

Leave me alone! There's nothing to talk about, you idiot!

Viruca!

Leave!

Leave, or I'm calling the fucking police! Get out!

Viruca.

Viruca.

Germán? Hello. I'm home.

I bought one of those cinnamon candles she likes so much.

And look how beautiful this plant is.

What's wrong?

It's over now.

A minute ago, your mother passed away.

What?

Those fuckin' seagulls.

Oof. Oh, shit.

- Nightmares again? - Mm-hmm.

Always the same one.

What are you doing?

I'm organizing what we're taking to Novariz and what's staying.

Which edition of Variable Cloud do you wanna take?

You've got three.

You could dial down your excitement about leaving.

It's not even nine yet.

Good morning.

Nanook!

- Hey, sweetheart. - Hi.

Like to tell me about the nightmare?

- Uh-uh-uh. - Are you sure?

- Mm. - Hmm?

Mm?

When am I going to stop dreaming about her?

Raquel, just think of how good this change will be for us.

- Such an amazing opportunity. - Yeah.

Here.

- Can you take these to my mom's apartment? - Yeah, okay.

- I'm gonna miss you so much. - Oh, don't be so dramatic.

It's a two-hour drive away.

Two hours. Think about it, okay?

The kids are going to adore you. You'll forget about me. You'll see.

- No, never happen. - No?

- Let's go. - Fine, let's go.

- Come visit us. - I will.

Have a safe trip!

- No. - Huh?

- Oh, no. - What is it?

- I think I left my note cards in A Coruña. - What note cards?

The ones I use to teach my class. Can you see if they're in that box?

- So what? - If not, we might have to turn around.

This isn't your first time teaching. You always get like this,

and in the end, you do great.

- I won't. - I'll look.

No. It's been so long since I've been in front of a class.

And what's worse is that I've never gone this long without teaching.

I have to do a good job. You don't know what kids are like.

- They find your weak spot, you're fucked. - You're so overdramatic.

No, I'm not. It's… it's that they sniff out your fear.

They're like those drug-sniffing dogs at the airport. Just like that.

Did you find them?

- Are they blue? - Yes. No. No, no. Don't read them.

- You'll laugh at me. - It's okay.

You're so cute when you're nervous.

This time, it's gonna be like I'm a teacher for real.

Do you think I'll make friends with the any of the other teachers?

All my other jobs, they only lasted two or three weeks.

There wasn't any time to get to know anyone.

Absolutely.

Do you think I'll be able to do this?

I mean, maybe I'm not really ready to go back to work now.

Oh, sweetheart.

NOVARIZ HIGH SCHOOL

Hey, hey, hey!

Hi there.

- What's this paper for? - It's an exam.

What kind of an exam? There's nothing on it.

Well, be patient. Iago.

- Come here. - Me?

Yeah, yeah. You.

On the board.

"Dying Is an art…

…like everything else. I do it exceptionally well."

- What do you think her problem is? - No idea. She gets weirder every day.

"I do it so it feels like hell.

I do it so it feels real."

Can't read your writing, Iago.

Keep going.

There's nothing funny about this.

Well, if you don't like Sylvia Plath, you can say so on your exam.

Keep writing.

"I guess you could say I have a call."

What's after "I guess"?

Let me do it. Move.

What's goin' on with your boyfriend?

- He's... - He didn't tell you?

- About what? - We broke up.

What are you saying? Seriously?

You can take your seat now.

Okay, all of you.

You have half an hour to respond. You should take time

and think before you start writing.

What were Sylvia Plath's intentions?

Could the poem be a cry for help?

- Yeah, this whole thing is a cry for help. - Have you got a problem, Roi?

Uh, no. No.

- No problem. - Is she announcing her death?

- Can I ask you a question? - No.

Please. Just one?

Viruca.

- Ask me. - Why are you so cruel?

Me?

This is obviously about the note I left you.

But it wasn't fucking serious.

I don't know what you're talking about. Now, get to it, or you'll run out of time.

- Hey! - Hi.

- Need help? - Hey.

It's all right.

- How was the drive? - Mom.

- Hi, my boy. - Not bad. Stiff but fine.

You can tell she didn't have to drive here twice a month like some of us.

Oh. Raquel did the driving?

Thank goodness your father isn't here to see that.

He never let me get my license.

Well, thank goodness things have changed. Am I right?

I'm not so sure. He used to tell me I had enough work to do

here at the restaurant to worry about driving.

What?

WHORE

Oh, shit.

Concha, did you see who did that to my car?

Someone slashed all four tires,

and they painted a big lovely word on the side.

Did you see anything, Mijaíl?

I try not to look over there much because it brings back bad memories.

When he went there, he was a horrible student.

Although it's not like he's much of a bartender now, either.

Pour me something strong, please. Looks like I'm not driving.

What about some chocolate cake with a coffee liqueur?

- Gin, no ice and no tonic. - So intense.

Ah, she's a tough one.

Uh, that.

Come on. Thanks.

You teachers put up with so much from these kids.

You don't get paid enough.

- They're getting to me, Concha. - Never say that, sweetheart.

- You're so strong. - Sure, I'm pretty strong, but…

…I mean, they wear you down eventually. One day, I'll leave for good.

Come on.

- Know what's better than alcohol? - Hmm?

Someone who listens to you, and not an old woman like me.

Someone your age. A friend. Don't you have anyone like that?

- Hmm. - Too bad.

Because sharing your problems would really help.

You'll find someone special to talk to, you'll see.

- And now dessert. - Seriously?

- Oh, wow. - No, no. Please, I can't eat another bite.

- Raquel, you gonna hurt my feelings? - Okay, but just a little.

Much better.

- There you are. What's with him? - Thank you.

He's already got problems with his prostate?

That's the third time he's left.

If things aren't working out in bed, I've got some pills that'll do the trick.

Please don't say such nasty things.

- Thank you. - There you go.

- And so, are you excited? - Hmm?

It's great you got assigned to a high school here.

Yeah.

It's the most beautiful school in Galicia.

That's an exaggeration, Mom.

How so? You've seen a better one?

Well, actually, it's hard to believe, um,

that a school that looks like that is public.

What did I miss?

Why don't we toast to us all being together?

It's not all of us,

so there's not much to celebrate.

Well, Mom, we have to enjoy life at some point, right?

Your father was buried less than three months ago.

I don't see the rush.

Or a reason for joy.

- Do you, Raquel? - Hmm?

How much time did it take when your mother died?

Well, um…

…a lot.

Hmm.

- I got to go get ready for bed. - Are you tired?