The Goldsmith's Secret (El secreto del orfebre)

And now for our news bulletin.

It's feared the arrival of the year 2000

could cause more havoc

to computer systems than even the worst cyber viruses.

Organisms, companies and institutions

may be affected by the so-called "millennium bug".

I've closed up.

Is that for the exhibition?

I thought you'd packed everything already.

It's for an order.

I wanted to finish it before I left.

Hello?

Yes.

Yes, but I won't be here.

I can ask my uncle.

Yes... Yes, my uncle Eloy.

Yes, he's a goldsmith too.

But I won't be back for a while.

Because I'm going to New York.

Yes.

OK, thanks.

Oh, Juan Pablo...

If the student surpasses the teacher, the achievement is the teacher's.

She's pretty annoying.

Good luck getting her off your back.

I'm going to watch the match at Paula's bar.

- Coming? - No, I have to finish this.

Is it so urgent?

Sorry, I didn't tell you. I'm leaving tomorrow.

Tomorrow? For New York?

No, for Oneira, but I'm flying from there on Sunday.

- Oneira? - Yes.

How come?

There's a buyer for my parents' apartment.

I should've told you, but I've just been so busy.

God knows why I said yes to this exhibition.

It's going to be great.

And New York is always worth a visit.

I always dreamed of travelling: Venezuela, Argentina...

But in the end, I stayed put in Barcelona.

Will you stop in Vilasanta?

You haven't been back since that summer, have you?

I doubt I've been missing out on much.

It's beautiful.

It could be part of the exhibition.

It could be.

It feels like I just do the same thing over and over.

Better not say that to your gallery owner.

- No, I won't. - See you before you leave?

Of course.

Juanito, look how you've grown! I hardly recognised you!

Juan!

- Hi! - Have a seat.

- How are you all? - Good.

- Really good. - Yeah?

It's so good to see you. Where are you staying?

At my grandparents'.

I'm doing an internship at El Heraldo.

An internship in what?

- Journalism, at the paper. - Wow!

He always was a gossip!

- Give me a break! - Let's play foosball.

- Is Alberto here? - Coming!

Coming!

Juan?

Wow, look how old you got, kid! You've really grown.

Jose!

Hi!

You know who this is?

My new summer assistant and Julio's son.

See? Well, and Eloy's nephew. He's still in Barcelona, right?

This one's studying there too. Philosophy no less!

Wow!

We can't have a teetotal philosopher. Serve him one too.

- I'd rather a beer. - A beer? Why?

- A packet of blond tobacco, please. - Right away.

Thanks, Fabián.

And that's Penelope.

Now we all know each other.

Is that her real name?

- Is that her real name? - No, it's Celia.

I said it because of the song. Don't you like Serrat?

Come on, Alberto...

What?

Her story's worthy of a novel.

She was left at the altar and must have gone mad,

because she dresses like she were in a movie.

Don't be mean.

She's a dressmaker, so she likes fashion from other places.

I'm sure you've seen stranger things in Barcelona.

Another novel could be the life of your great uncle who vanished in Cuba.

- What was his name? - Pablo.

Pablo Fernández, that's it.

My dad said he was a spy for the Soviet Union.

You could write a book about that.

My grandma has papers at her house. I was looking at them yesterday.

So you want to be a writer?

Don Ángel, may he rest in peace, used to come here a lot.

Actually, I want to be a teacher.

Or a journalist.

Save yourself the trouble.

IT HAPPENED IN NEW YORK

Hello.

- What can I get you? - A coffee and a cream pastry.

Of course. Right away.

Can I get you something, Celia?

Philosopher, we're going to the village party after work.

Jiménez, this UFO thing is too much.

- Coming or not? - Sure, let's go.

Great!

You look like a penguin.

Manolito!

What's up?

I think I know your father.

What's his name?

Julio.

- Julio? - Julio Saavedra.

They call us the Millers.

How old are you?

19.

19?

And what's your grandad's name?

Juan, like me.

But my full name is Juan Pablo.

And where was he from?

- From here. - From here? You sure?

Yes, from here, but I was born in Oneira.

It's just you really look like someone I knew.

You really do.

- Have you ordered? - No.

What are you waiting for?

Two glasses of wine.

Manolito has four children now. One's two, one's five

and the other two are three.

- Four? - Can you believe it?

- I never imagined him with kids. - No...

He was a free spirit like me.

This is broken.

Leave it on the chair.

Here?

You said your name was Juan Pablo, right?

Can I ask you something?

Can you lift up your shirt?

Please.

Appendicitis?

Yes.

How did you know about my scar?

It's hard to explain,

but it's as if I knew you a long time ago.

Like deja vu?

No.

It's something else.

But I know you.

Someone once recited me a poem.

"I met you as a child, among my cherished dreams.

That's why, when I saw you, I recognised my destiny".

So am I your destiny?

When I was young, we'd go to the cinema to see luxury.

Those apartments, the dresses, the furniture...

Objects we could only dream about.

Fifth Avenue,

the Rockefeller Center, the Empire State, Midtown...

Movies today don't show so much luxury.

Their lives don't even seem so different from mine.

But the names of those New York streets

are still poetry to my ears.

Did you ever think of living in New York?

Why are you laughing?

You'd fit in better there than in Vilasanta.

I'll take that as a compliment.

You know what I'd like to do?

Make you a shirt. An elegant one.

- What's wrong with this one? - Nothing.

Occupational hazard. Just ignore me.

Juan Pablo?

What's that?

That's my full name.

- But you hadn't used it until now. - No.

No, but I feel like it has more... I don't know.

You don't have to explain yourself to me, Juan Pablo.

If you're happy with it, it's fine by me.

Close your eyes.

What can you smell?

The wine.

No.

It's smells of the earth you're walking on.

And of summer.

But not just this one.

It smells of all the summers that have past and all that are to come.

And of the yeast that ferments it

and the wood that shelters it.

But it also smells of lemon.

And honey and orange blossom and grass and fennel and thyme.

Wine is another form of memory.

- See this? - Yes.

It's infinite as long as you can see it.

Like this.

What will happen?

When?

In two weeks, when I leave.