<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>COSAS QUE TE DIRÍA SI ESTUVIERAS DELANTE</title><description>LA VIDA ES SUGESTIÓN</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</managingEditor><pubDate>Fri, 30 Aug 2024 06:02:54 +0200</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>LA VIDA ES SUGESTIÓN</itunes:subtitle><itunes:category text="Arts"/><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>WikiRebels: EL documental de  Wikileaks</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/12/wikirebels-el-documental-de-wikileaks.html</link><category>RECOMENDAMOS DOCUMENTALES</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Thu, 23 Dec 2010 15:03:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-382466683442742867</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3eABTtxKxc0h_dKCZWT2NzgO_BAvRMONBvdDpTAAo07gH5Cv404A3EJWgpYDI3lgKj1qoT6IFIJ1zZuYwz3yUsRI7nQB8xJ2jeFYMmDxs65LtmCtTrI6rl-7vZKOQO7WBHJabERA/s1600/wikirebels_naranjas_de_hiroshima.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3eABTtxKxc0h_dKCZWT2NzgO_BAvRMONBvdDpTAAo07gH5Cv404A3EJWgpYDI3lgKj1qoT6IFIJ1zZuYwz3yUsRI7nQB8xJ2jeFYMmDxs65LtmCtTrI6rl-7vZKOQO7WBHJabERA/s400/wikirebels_naranjas_de_hiroshima.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Para saber un poco más sobre Wikileaks y su creador:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="google-src-text" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left;"&gt;Investigación:&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Päivi Suhonen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Johannes Wahlström,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Armin Turkanovic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Productores:&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bosse Lindquist,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huor Jesper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="google-src-text" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left;"&gt;Fotografía:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lars Granstrand,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sven Lindahl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="google-src-text" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Montaje:&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michael Hallberg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="google-src-text" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Jefe de proyecto:&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Johan Branstad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Producción:&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://svt.se/2.123489/1.2258209/wikirebels_-_the_documentary?lid=is_search527895&amp;amp;lpos=1&amp;amp;queryArt527895=wikirebels&amp;amp;sortOrder527895=0&amp;amp;doneSearch=true&amp;amp;sd=47225&amp;amp;from=siteSearch&amp;amp;pageArt527895=0" style="color: #de7008; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SVT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;País de producción:&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suecia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;Año:&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Duración:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;57 min.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3eABTtxKxc0h_dKCZWT2NzgO_BAvRMONBvdDpTAAo07gH5Cv404A3EJWgpYDI3lgKj1qoT6IFIJ1zZuYwz3yUsRI7nQB8xJ2jeFYMmDxs65LtmCtTrI6rl-7vZKOQO7WBHJabERA/s72-c/wikirebels_naranjas_de_hiroshima.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>ERIK SATIE: PIANO WORKS</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/12/erik-satie-piano-works.html</link><category>RECOMENDAMOS: MÚSICA</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Thu, 23 Dec 2010 10:20:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-5801218528560831767</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEnrZJiRR2uVwTsEORsnBI8q6Qa03tSU1bJDb6KJXD6hdceUL1hHJbpbEV2KpiF5vUDcDDF_hdrzOv4yUdxiv4vPOHB21PbbFg7D8G0ciZ9eF3XRuS6HY9AKWRrF1gNjS0Xztqx_pa/s1600/gnossiennes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEnrZJiRR2uVwTsEORsnBI8q6Qa03tSU1bJDb6KJXD6hdceUL1hHJbpbEV2KpiF5vUDcDDF_hdrzOv4yUdxiv4vPOHB21PbbFg7D8G0ciZ9eF3XRuS6HY9AKWRrF1gNjS0Xztqx_pa/s400/gnossiennes.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para aquellos momentos en los que el eterno gris y la&amp;nbsp;rapidez&amp;nbsp;extrema&amp;nbsp;estén&amp;nbsp;acabando con tu sistema inmunológico y la armonía de tus chakras, o para cuando simplemente desees un baño de espuma y &amp;nbsp;música tranquila, lo mejor es &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Satie"&gt;Erik Satie&lt;/a&gt;, compositor y pianista francés de&amp;nbsp;carácter&amp;nbsp;transgresor y minimalista, que probablemente habrás escuchado en la película &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0446755/"&gt;"El velo pintado"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PLFVGwGQcB0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PLFVGwGQcB0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Inglés sin subtitulos&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;BLACK SWAN sigue la historia de Nina (Portman), una bailarina en una compañía de ballet de la ciudad de Nueva York cuya vida, como todos los de su profesión, se consume totalmente con la danza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Cuando el director artístico Thomas Leroy (Vincent Cassel) decide sustituir a la prima bailarina  Beth MacIntyre (Winona Ryder) para la producción inicial de su nueva temporada, El Lago del Cisne, Nina es su primera opción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Pero Nina tiene competencia: una nueva bailarina, Lily (Kunis), quién también impresiona a Leroy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;El Lago del Cisne requiere de una bailarina que pueda encarnar tanto el Cisne Blanco, la pura imagen de la inocencia y la gracia,como  el Cisne Negro, todo astucia y sensualidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Nina encaja&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;perfectamente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;en el papel del Cisne Blanc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;o mientras que Lily es la verdadera personificación del Cisne Negro. Tras &amp;nbsp;un período de idas y venidas entre la rivalidad y la amistad, Nina descubre que en su interior también hay un lado oscuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;El Cisne Negro tiene previsto su estreno en España para el 28 de Enero del 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Director:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004716/"&gt;Darren Aronofsky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt-block" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em;"&gt;&lt;h4 class="inline" style="display: inline; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.35em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Writers:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2114730/"&gt;Mark Heyman&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0374560/"&gt;Andres Heinz&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1247285/"&gt;John J. McLaughlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt-block" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stars:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000204/"&gt;Natalie Portman&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005109/"&gt;Mila Kunis&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001993/"&gt;Vincent Cassel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt-block" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRAILER:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: helvetica-neue, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5jaI1XOB-bs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=de_DE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5jaI1XOB-bs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=de_DE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid87BKEeeqUew1GOkIsDNm5j5nkQysFGX46A7706On2Dnx01NUnmUaLTp1-u07T_IPCtAkLmVGRobP0N27zaOTonDv5nguLmNtQWcVyUkr4PAQ_FclC_aXjiz9Ec6p6u3JK-jYr-bH/s72-c/340.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Lo nuevo de los COHEN inaugurará la 61ª Berlinale</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/12/lo-nuevo-de-los-cohen-inaugurara-la-61.html</link><category>ESTRENOS: CINE</category><category>NOTICIAS</category><category>RECOMENDAMOS:CINE</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Fri, 10 Dec 2010 00:44:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-182151294160717744</guid><description>&lt;div style="font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWlyFGCmbYIv6Hc7UENAzHYbV0KiCMMDH8TDby-jf-e8RMXQU0TKFEsw_a32dEwIXFZqtfMrz9pnL-xpxBcBzJBC5QBMY0rENBEbIg9shgwrDKCfdr9ogEDMddUXGy2AvhPqVjYAo/s1600/valor_de_ley_7505.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWlyFGCmbYIv6Hc7UENAzHYbV0KiCMMDH8TDby-jf-e8RMXQU0TKFEsw_a32dEwIXFZqtfMrz9pnL-xpxBcBzJBC5QBMY0rENBEbIg9shgwrDKCfdr9ogEDMddUXGy2AvhPqVjYAo/s640/valor_de_ley_7505.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;El 61ª Festival Internacional de Cine de Berlín se inaugurará con la película&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Valor de ley&lt;/i&gt;, de los oscarizados Joel y Ethan Coen, en el Berlinale Palast el 10 de febrero de 2011.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Después de&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Sangre fácil&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(1984), su sensacional debut cinematográfico, los hermanos Coen han tenido muchos grandes éxitos tanto de público como de crítica. Entre ellos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Fargo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(1996, Óscar al mejor guión original),&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;No es país para viejos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(2007, tres Óscars, en las categorías de mejor guión adaptado, mejor película y mejor director),&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Quemar después de leer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(2008) y, más recientemente,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Un tipo serio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(2009).&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Con Jeff Bridges, la famosa pareja de directores presentó su brillante comedia&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;El gran Lebowski&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;a competición en la Berlinale de 1998. Ahora los tres regresan a Berlín con un western dramático.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Valor de ley&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;está protagonizada por los oscarizados Jeff Bridges (&lt;i&gt;Corazón rebelde&lt;/i&gt;) y Matt Damon (&lt;i&gt;El ultimátum de Bourne&lt;/i&gt;), la estrella de Hollywood Josh Brolin (&lt;i&gt;Wall Street&lt;/i&gt;) y la joven promesa norteamericana Hailee Steinfeld.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Esta reinterpretación del clásico del western de 1969&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Valor de ley&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(con John Wayne) narra la historia de Mattie (Hailee Steinfeld), una chica de 14 años que parte en busca del hombre que asesinó a su padre. Como las autoridades no le ayudan, ella contrata al duro jefe de policía “Rooster” Cogburn (Jeff Bridges), quien, junto a ella y el ranger de Texas LaBoeuf (Matt Damon), le siguen la pista al asesino (Josh Brolin).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Valor de ley&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;se proyectará en exclusiva mundial fuera de concurso en el 61º Festival Internacional de Cine de Berlín.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Paramount, distribuidores de la película, estrenará&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Valor de ley&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;en los cines Españoles el 11 de Febrero de 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;TRAILER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pf-KvlRMWbc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=de_DE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pf-KvlRMWbc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=de_DE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWlyFGCmbYIv6Hc7UENAzHYbV0KiCMMDH8TDby-jf-e8RMXQU0TKFEsw_a32dEwIXFZqtfMrz9pnL-xpxBcBzJBC5QBMY0rENBEbIg9shgwrDKCfdr9ogEDMddUXGy2AvhPqVjYAo/s72-c/valor_de_ley_7505.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>FULL METAL VILLAGE</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/12/full-metal-village.html</link><category>RECOMENDAMOS DOCUMENTALES</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Thu, 9 Dec 2010 23:35:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-4742715596270433387</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpoTElb6Q6RiClYaFsuhOu1poqieBV7cIosu57gzEW_MzS3kziPafzRcu3idUgPILkzxYv75YcbsEFaXV8VQOoTJXrm_BWJyjHK-wIBqrvo8IlMeMMn-xLt-8vL7WPIG0eXnnAP_G/s1600/13283.p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpoTElb6Q6RiClYaFsuhOu1poqieBV7cIosu57gzEW_MzS3kziPafzRcu3idUgPILkzxYv75YcbsEFaXV8VQOoTJXrm_BWJyjHK-wIBqrvo8IlMeMMn-xLt-8vL7WPIG0eXnnAP_G/s640/13283.p.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;A mal tiempo buen&amp;nbsp;entretenimiento&amp;nbsp;¿Y qué hay mejor que descubrir otro dato interesante sobre este mundo tan extraño en el que habitamos? Es por esta razón por la que recomiendo FULL METAL VILLAGE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;A través de la mirada de la coreana&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Sung Hyung Cho, nos introducimos en la Alemania más profunda, más religiosa y más costumbrista. Una Alemania que cada verano tiene que enfrentarse cara a cara con uno de los festivales de Heavy Metal más famosos del mundo. Pastores y supuestos adoradores de Satán comparten por cuatro días, no solo espacio vital, sino una misma misión: sobrevivir una vez más una de las fiestas más descabelladas de la Alemania rural.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Para poder comprobarlo por tu mismo, pulsa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/158210/full_metal_village.avi"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Saludos marcianos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpoTElb6Q6RiClYaFsuhOu1poqieBV7cIosu57gzEW_MzS3kziPafzRcu3idUgPILkzxYv75YcbsEFaXV8VQOoTJXrm_BWJyjHK-wIBqrvo8IlMeMMn-xLt-8vL7WPIG0eXnnAP_G/s72-c/13283.p.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>YOU WILL MEET A TALL DARK STRANGER</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-will-meet-tall-dark-stranger.html</link><category>RECOMENDAMOS:CINE</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Thu, 9 Dec 2010 23:11:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-6591722706734883163</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQhOzDsxbeJtPJeDXAogL3yEJBfyUVo3RtkKwDuc0bkAbmCqF6MIcOZ_nzZkb2egVtvZrIGYW3UmdEjYfhnwLRzHuMbLxgm9ce7FCiABTfnO3QiJeHSMm7iCdaARhqJlAIlgxR4Vml/s1600/you_will_meet_a_tall_dark_stranger_ver3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQhOzDsxbeJtPJeDXAogL3yEJBfyUVo3RtkKwDuc0bkAbmCqF6MIcOZ_nzZkb2egVtvZrIGYW3UmdEjYfhnwLRzHuMbLxgm9ce7FCiABTfnO3QiJeHSMm7iCdaARhqJlAIlgxR4Vml/s640/you_will_meet_a_tall_dark_stranger_ver3.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Follows a pair of married couples, Alfie (Hopkins) and Helena (Jones), and their daughter Sally (Watts) and husband Roy (Brolin), as their passions, ambitions, and anxieties lead them into trouble and out of their minds. After Alfie leaves Helena to pursue his lost youth and a free-spirited call girl named Charmaine (Punch), Helena abandons rationality and surrenders her life to the loopy advice of a charlatan fortune teller. Unhappy in her marriage, Sally develops a crush on her handsome art gallery owner boss, Greg (Banderas), while Roy, a novelist nervously awaiting the response to his latest manuscript, becomes moonstruck over Dia (Pinto), a mystery woman who catches his gaze through a nearby windo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt-block" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Escrito y dirigido: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000095/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Woody Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt-block" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reparto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000164/"&gt;Anthony Hopkins&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0915208/"&gt;Naomi Watts&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000982/"&gt;Josh Brolin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Idioma: &lt;/b&gt;Inglés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe scrolling="no" src="http://embed.novamov.com/embed.php?width=600&amp;amp;height=480&amp;amp;v=4cf7725904d1d&amp;amp;px=1" style="border: 0; height: 480px; overflow: hidden; width: 600px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQhOzDsxbeJtPJeDXAogL3yEJBfyUVo3RtkKwDuc0bkAbmCqF6MIcOZ_nzZkb2egVtvZrIGYW3UmdEjYfhnwLRzHuMbLxgm9ce7FCiABTfnO3QiJeHSMm7iCdaARhqJlAIlgxR4Vml/s72-c/you_will_meet_a_tall_dark_stranger_ver3.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>HISTORIAS DE MADRID IV</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/12/historias-de-madrid-iv.html</link><category>HISTORIAS MÍNIMAS</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Thu, 9 Dec 2010 23:05:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-8780347618090649652</guid><description>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Erase una vez algo en algún lugar. No en este, donde la nada y el hacer nada están a la orden del día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Todos los días buscaba razones para no cortarse las venas o ingerir arsénico con coca cola.  Incluso, el descubrir que unas bacterias en otro planeta gélido se abastecían de ese ordinario veneno era toda una ironía a la que ya no podía encontrar la gracia. Las fantasías se habían reducido y los horarios se habían vuelto más estables. Su sentido del humor se había vuelto vulgar y ya no le quedaba cabello en la frente que quemar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;“Necesito dar un paseo” El tercero de hoy. La nieve penetraba por los surcos de sus zapatillas deportivas congelando así sus pies.  No sentía tres de sus dedos “En fin, si me los tienen que amputar, al menos habré hecho algo emocionante hoy”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;La noche anterior había bebido demasiado. Ya no aguantaba el vino como antes. Aunque más vale una increíble resaca que aguantar una velada de conversaciones estúpidas en pleno estado de sobriedad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Caminaba con prisa, como si eso le ayudase a recuperar el tiempo perdido en su cama de 40x145.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lo único que veía era el abandono de las calles por su pueblo amuermado mientras la nieve se asentaba en esquinas y hojas caducas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Imágenes de un pasado borroso surgían tal cual flashes desde su subconsciente menos dañado por el alcohol y el imbecilismo. Inspiración. A su busca estoy, se decía.  Entonces se cayó. La nieve poluta penetró por sus orificios y poros mientras el resto de su cuerpo amuermado por un exceso de adrenalina fugaz rebotaba contra el asfalto.  Al menos, podrá volver hoy a casa con una historia que contar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Pensamientos distantes</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/12/pensamientos-distantes.html</link><category>PENSAMIENTOS</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Thu, 9 Dec 2010 22:57:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-2366250736019527662</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Las cosas que suceden lo hacen por una razón. Aún la estoy esperando. Al menos que sea dentro de esta existencia. Pues aún me reencarne en un Mohamed IV, hijo de Mohamed III y nieto de Mohamed II, consideraría el retraso de gran inconveniencia y poco uso apropiado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;La nieve cae bajo la influencia de un viento de -7º y los chavales me atosigan con sus pensamientos cotidianos. Tras varios estudios he comprobado una desintegración parcial del tímpano en ambos pabellones auriculares lo que impide a estos individuos escuchar frecuencias por encima de la suya propia. Parecerá extraño, mas es más común de lo que uno imaginaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;La una y media. La dos. Las cinco... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Me molestan las necesidades fisiológicas, así que sueño con algún día poder funcionar a base de gasóleo 95 sin pérdidas del sistema hidráulico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>RABBIT HOLE. Lo nuevo de Nicole Kidman</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/12/rabbit-hole-lo-nuevo-de-nicole-kidman.html</link><category>RECOMENDAMOS:CINE</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Thu, 9 Dec 2010 22:51:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-738459554264902552</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWYxC3C_30arrHZq8Fi8TvnA1sV3aoEVbw-R8gDbCR_q7CU-SPdFQvlkb-vx4uqQJ3uhXITqOP3YGpiHVr3BubCMojxmFXRcH8oeOwb0qzdiTPyAUsFSQ-Ls1Wtm0MGoJdVrvskC1/s1600/rabbit-hole-movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWYxC3C_30arrHZq8Fi8TvnA1sV3aoEVbw-R8gDbCR_q7CU-SPdFQvlkb-vx4uqQJ3uhXITqOP3YGpiHVr3BubCMojxmFXRcH8oeOwb0qzdiTPyAUsFSQ-Ls1Wtm0MGoJdVrvskC1/s640/rabbit-hole-movie-poster.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Life for a happy couple is turned upside down after their young son dies in an accident. Based on a play by David Lindsay-Abaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Director: John Cameron Mitchell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Writers: David Lindsay-Abaire (play), David Lindsay-Abaire (screenplay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Stars: Nicole Kidman, Aaron Eckhart and Dianne Wiest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;IDIOMA: INGLÉS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe scrolling="no" src="http://embed.novamov.com/embed.php?width=600&amp;amp;height=480&amp;amp;v=7ews7fdc5i3tg&amp;amp;px=1" style="border: 0; height: 480px; overflow: hidden; width: 600px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWYxC3C_30arrHZq8Fi8TvnA1sV3aoEVbw-R8gDbCR_q7CU-SPdFQvlkb-vx4uqQJ3uhXITqOP3YGpiHVr3BubCMojxmFXRcH8oeOwb0qzdiTPyAUsFSQ-Ls1Wtm0MGoJdVrvskC1/s72-c/rabbit-hole-movie-poster.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>LITTLE CHILDREN</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-children.html</link><category>RECOMENDAMOS:CINE</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 22:37:00 +0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-9112839509882677881</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tras tanto 3D decepcionante, como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Alicia en el Pais de las maraviila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;s o el penosísimo remake de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; Furia de Titanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;, volver la mirada al cine más naturista es en mi opinión la mejor opción, y no cabe &amp;nbsp;la menor duda de que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Little children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Juegos secretos), es la mejor &amp;nbsp;de todas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dirigida por Todd Field y protagonizada por la maravillosa Kate Winslet junto a Jennifer Connelly y Patrick Willson , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Little Children, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;sabe plasmar las inseguridades y las obsesiones de una sociedad cansada y aburrida que busca superar sus limites de las maneras mas insospechadas: desde el acoso a un pederasta local hasta el tener una aventura con tu vecina de al lado. Toda una critica a la hipocresía más burda sin pecar, por ello, de típico o aburrido.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cada personaje, sin importar si es principal o secundario, está lleno de un trasfondo de inseguridades,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;de frustraciones, de &amp;nbsp;culpar a los demás de sus desgracias y de alegrarse de las ajenas y de ansiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;encajar en una sociedad moribunda y puritana,&amp;nbsp;dotándolo todo y a todos de un realismo puro y arrollador. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Otra de esas creaciones que muestran que la vida puede ser más sorprendente que la ficción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIHMuqUisFHfXZfTJtAEd_GIN4NI8AYbZtDb7GBY-guvyAsE_F5IHUTfIANG93VidHGNJamilhRHERZgYEkqqAcqKA6tC9Hx6xqzborN7ZQRqwIce0L-caK1cZN5SlzHHgTpAWruiL/s1600/little_children.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;¡Que disfrutes!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="javascript:location='http://www.wikio.es/sharethis?url='+encodeURIComponent(location)+'&amp;amp;title='+encodeURIComponent(document.title);"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.wikio.es" src="http://www.wikio.es/shared/images/wikiothis/buttons/wikio_btn_partager_rounded-open_es.png" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIHMuqUisFHfXZfTJtAEd_GIN4NI8AYbZtDb7GBY-guvyAsE_F5IHUTfIANG93VidHGNJamilhRHERZgYEkqqAcqKA6tC9Hx6xqzborN7ZQRqwIce0L-caK1cZN5SlzHHgTpAWruiL/s72-c/little_children.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>LYKKE LI-YOUTH NOVELS</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/04/lykke-li-youth-novels.html</link><category>RECOMENDAMOS: MÚSICA</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 12:54:00 +0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-541717988614680998</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Para aquellos momentos en los que más es menos, en que las alianzas son tan temporales como la tecnología Apple, en que los besos son variados y las sonrisas escasas, donde hay un sol de agosto en pleno abril o cuando los proyectos no salen como uno esperaba y las personas son más simples que lo que uno pensaba. Cuando te explotan, cuando te gritan, cuando te dicen que estas más gordo o más delgado, más astuto o más ingenuo, mas callado o más pirado. Cuando las conversaciones se atascan o los jefes te hablan. Cuando los documentos fagocitan tareas nuevas, los ordenadores se bloquean y las descargas duran tres horas y media. Cuando te miras en el espejo y piensas: “¿Qué es esto?” Para cualquier dia del año...aquí os dejo a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/141039617/Lykke_Li.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lykke li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2WuNeT1Yn4FMnOIEac2oyT1wLRQO09KCDBK0UY5vQhtn5ZrKl5HqIP4wzxI1Evxsv7-vxErF1dH0f5MBFiPwFf24N80iCGnLiHw7n3iZ5-CXHb6ybyqzX9lC0qgHn1asZv32i3mxg/s1600/lykke-li-youth-novels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2WuNeT1Yn4FMnOIEac2oyT1wLRQO09KCDBK0UY5vQhtn5ZrKl5HqIP4wzxI1Evxsv7-vxErF1dH0f5MBFiPwFf24N80iCGnLiHw7n3iZ5-CXHb6ybyqzX9lC0qgHn1asZv32i3mxg/s400/lykke-li-youth-novels.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Track Listing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Melodies &amp;amp; Desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dance, Dance, Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Im Good, Im Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Let It Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Little Bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hanging High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This Trumpet In My Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Complaint Department&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Breaking It Up&lt;br /&gt;
Everybody But Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Time Flies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Window Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="javascript:location='http://www.wikio.es/sharethis?url='+encodeURIComponent(location)+'&amp;amp;title='+encodeURIComponent(document.title);"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.wikio.es" src="http://www.wikio.es/shared/images/wikiothis/buttons/wikio_btn_partager_rounded-open_es.png" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2WuNeT1Yn4FMnOIEac2oyT1wLRQO09KCDBK0UY5vQhtn5ZrKl5HqIP4wzxI1Evxsv7-vxErF1dH0f5MBFiPwFf24N80iCGnLiHw7n3iZ5-CXHb6ybyqzX9lC0qgHn1asZv32i3mxg/s72-c/lykke-li-youth-novels.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>LOU RHODES-BELOVED ONE</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/04/lou-rhodes-beloved-one.html</link><category>RECOMENDAMOS: MÚSICA</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Sun, 25 Apr 2010 15:40:00 +0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-2630282295097732195</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para esos momentos de nostalgia inexplicable y besos suaves, para &amp;nbsp;desconectar del mundo en pleno vagón del metro, para aliviar el estrés después de un corto de facultad o simplemente para tomar un&amp;nbsp;café&amp;nbsp;en buena compañía, &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/55208161/Lou_Rhodes_-_Beloved_One__2006_.rar"&gt;AQUÍ&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;os dejo a Lou Rhodes, uno de los mejores descubrimientos musicales en hacía ya bastante tiempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TEMAS Y LETRAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letrasmania.com/letras/letras_de_canciones_lou_rhodes_8034_letras_beloved_one_26766_letras_each_moment_new_292449.html"&gt;Each Moment New   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letrasmania.com/letras/letras_de_canciones_lou_rhodes_8034_letras_beloved_one_26766_letras_tremble_292450.html"&gt;Tremble    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letrasmania.com/letras/letras_de_canciones_lou_rhodes_8034_letras_beloved_one_26766_letras_treat_her_gently_292451.html"&gt;Treat her Hently    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letrasmania.com/letras/letras_de_canciones_lou_rhodes_8034_letras_beloved_one_26766_letras_fortress_292458.html"&gt;Fortress    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letrasmania.com/letras/letras_de_canciones_lou_rhodes_8034_letras_beloved_one_26766_letras_no_re-run_292452.html"&gt;No Re-Run    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letrasmania.com/letras/letras_de_canciones_lou_rhodes_8034_letras_beloved_one_26766_letras_beloved_one_292453.html"&gt;Beloved One    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letrasmania.com/letras/letras_de_canciones_lou_rhodes_8034_letras_beloved_one_26766_letras_save_me_292457.html"&gt;Save Me    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letrasmania.com/letras/letras_de_canciones_lou_rhodes_8034_letras_beloved_one_26766_letras_inlakesh_292454.html"&gt;Inlakesh   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letrasmania.com/letras/letras_de_canciones_lou_rhodes_8034_letras_beloved_one_26766_letras_to_survive_292455.html"&gt;To Survive    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letrasmania.com/letras/letras_de_canciones_lou_rhodes_8034_letras_beloved_one_26766_letras_why_292456.html"&gt;Why    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="javascript:location='http://www.wikio.es/sharethis?url='+encodeURIComponent(location)+'&amp;title='+encodeURIComponent(document.title);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wikio.es/shared/images/wikiothis/buttons/wikio_btn_partager_rounded-open_es.png" style="border: none;" alt="http://www.wikio.es"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>BSO HIERRO 3 = NATASHA ATLAS : GAFSA</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/04/bso-hierro-3-natasha-atlas-gafsa.html</link><category>RECOMENDAMOS: MÚSICA</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Fri, 23 Apr 2010 12:51:00 +0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-4289957019120895289</guid><description>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tXMh4Mv-DQg&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tXMh4Mv-DQg&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Una película coreana altamente recomendable con una Banda Sonora de impacto.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="javascript:location='http://www.wikio.es/sharethis?url='+encodeURIComponent(location)+'&amp;title='+encodeURIComponent(document.title);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wikio.es/shared/images/wikiothis/buttons/wikio_btn_partager_rounded-open_es.png" style="border: none;" alt="http://www.wikio.es"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>MUSIKEANDO: REGINA SPEKTOR-HERO</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/04/musikeando-regina-spektor-hero.html</link><category>RECOMENDAMOS: MÚSICA</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Fri, 23 Apr 2010 12:26:00 +0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-1650925065958824904</guid><description>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZgkiUCWbLYg&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZgkiUCWbLYg&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="javascript:location='http://www.wikio.es/sharethis?url='+encodeURIComponent(location)+'&amp;title='+encodeURIComponent(document.title);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wikio.es/shared/images/wikiothis/buttons/wikio_btn_partager_rounded-open_es.png" style="border: none;" alt="http://www.wikio.es"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>LA VIDA ES SUGESTIÓN: GUIÓN</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/04/la-vida-es-sugestion-guion-cortometraje.html</link><category>GUIÓN</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Wed, 14 Apr 2010 16:42:00 +0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-2314267161421605115</guid><description>INT. HABITACIÓN. DIA&lt;br /&gt;
El despertador marca las 6:30 y empieza a sonar. Elena abre los ojos. Elena se estira y desconecta el aparato.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nacida en Madrid el 22 de noviembre de 1976, Escorpio, color favorito azul, sin titulo universitario, sin novio, y sin perspectivas profesionales, Elena Rodríguez Sáez tiene que ir a trabajar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ELENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mierda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Elena se vuelve a acomodar en la cama&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
El despertador suena otra vez&lt;br /&gt;
ENCADENADO A:&lt;br /&gt;
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INT. BAÑO. DÍA&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA tira de la cadena. Se lava la cara. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Con solo 56 min. y 32 segundos para llegar a su trabajo ordinario con gente ordinaria en una clínica ordinaria de barrio ordinario observando su rostro en el espejo con el agua fría delirándose por su manos y cara, Elena se preguntaba:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ELENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;¿Y tú que miras?&lt;/div&gt;CORTE A:&lt;br /&gt;
INT. COCINA-SALON. DÍA&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA saca de la nevera un donut y sale por la puerta principal desarreglada.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tras un buen desayuno de 140 cal y 0% en fibra, Elena Rodríguez Sáez está finalmente preparada para un &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nuevo día de trabajo ordinario en la clínica ordinaria de un barrio ordinario.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;ELENA cierra la puerta varias veces con diferentes atuendos, siempre desarreglada y con un donut en la boca.&lt;br /&gt;
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CORTE A:&lt;br /&gt;
EXT. CALLE CASA DE ELENA. PARADA DE AUTOBUS. DIA&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA sale del edificio y comienza a caminar hacia la parada de autobús. ELENA observa a la gente que está esperando en la parada. Todos sacan sus ipods y iphones a la vez. Elena le da al play de su reproductor de CDs disimuladamente.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todas las mañanas de Lunes a viernes excepto feriados, Elena Rodríguez Sáez tiene que coger el autobús nº58. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En sus 8 minutos y 32 segundos de espera, Elena Rodríguez Sáez aspira algún tipo de contacto con algún tipo de ser humano &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
El autobús se detiene. Todos entran a paso militar apartándola con brusquedad hacia un lado.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.) (CONT'D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Incluso, a veces, el contacto por impacto.&lt;/div&gt;INT. VESTUARIO. DÍA&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA se abrocha el uniforme. Se puede leer ELENA en la chaqueta del uniforme.&lt;br /&gt;
INT. PASILLOS HOSPITAL. DIA&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA está limpiando los pasillos. Un paciente vomita en el suelo. Las enfermeras introducen al paciente en la habitación y le hacen señas a Elena para que se encargue de limpiar el estropicio.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pocos conocen la verdadera satisfacción de un buen trabajo ordinario en una clínica ordinaria de barrio ordinario.&lt;/div&gt;Un ANCIANO le toca el culo a ELENA y le guiña un ojo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.) (CONTINUACIÓN)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Satisfacción que muy bien conoce Elena Rodríguez Sáez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
EXT. ENTRADA HOSPITAL-PARADA AUTOBUS.NOCHE&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA enciende un cigarrillo y suspira.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Con 3 segundos de vida menos con cada calada aspirada, Elena Rodríguez Sáez observaba el cielo en busca de respuestas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VAGABUNDO (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;! ARDEREIS EN EL INFIERNO!&lt;/div&gt;ELENA observa como un vagabundo le grita a todo transeúnte al mirar lo que no le echan nada en el platillo.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VAGABUNDO (V.O.) (CONT'D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;! ARDEREIS EN EL INFIERNO, tacaños!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
INT. SUPERMERCADO. NOCHE&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA se pasea por la tienda con un cesto.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como todos los días, Elena Rodríguez Sáez realizaba la compra imprescindible de pan, cuatro latas de atún y un bote de café instantáneo. Y un bizcocho de chocolate. Por ser hoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Los artículos son mencionados a la vez que son escaneados por el dependiente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DEPENDIENTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;¿Algo más?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;ELENA se fija en la sección de licorería.&lt;br /&gt;
INT. SALON-COCINA. NOCHE&lt;br /&gt;
Una botella de vino.&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA está sentada ante un mini bizcocho de chocolate y medio sándwich de atún. En un vaso hay dos velas grandes, una roja y la otra blanca. ELENA llena un vaso de vino.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tan solo tres minutos y dos segundos para su oficial trigésimo tercer cumpleaños, Elena Rodríguez Sáez, se sentía…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ELENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jodidamente sola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA sopla las velas.&lt;br /&gt;
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FADE A NEGRO.&lt;br /&gt;
INT. HABITACIÒN. DIA&lt;br /&gt;
El despertador marca las 7:10 de la mañana. ELENA está roncando con todas sus fuerzas. Hay un vaso junto a una botella de vino vacía y restos de vino sobre la cama. ELENA de repente se despierta. ELENA se estira y se levanta lentamente. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solo una botella entera de un buen castilla del 2009 haría que Elena Rodríguez Sáez, por primera vez en tres años, se olvidase de conectar su despertador acerus made in Zhangzhou por las manos de cuatro chinos renegados de la provincia de Qiandongnan Mia Ozu Dongzu.&lt;/div&gt;Imagen de los cuatro chinos.&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA se da cuenta de la hora que es y sale de la cama de un salto&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ELENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joder, mierda, joder, joder. &lt;/div&gt;ELENA se viste con la ropa que está tirada por el suelo y sale corriendo.&lt;br /&gt;
EXT. CALLE. CASA DE ELENA. PARADA DE AUTOBUS&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA sale del edificio y ve al autobús llegar. ELENA se pone a correr como loca.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La fría brisa golpea la cara de Elena Rodríguez Sáez con inusitada fuerza, ofreciendo una resistencia de o,1 de coeficiente a una temperatura de 12ºC y a una velocidad de 25 km/h, mientras que el autobús nº58 avanza a una velocidad de 45km/h y una resistencia del 0,45 con un conductor bastante mal humorado por tener que madrugar un martes después de un 0-0 Madrid Osasuna de la noche anterior.&lt;/div&gt;Se muestran los datos y las fórmulas físicas sobre le plano.&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA está muy próxima a la parada pero el autobús, no habiendo nadie más en la parada, no se detiene. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.) (CONT'D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como siempre, la maquina y el mal humor de un conductor de la EMT acaban venciendo al hombre medio y Elena Rodríguez Sáez llega tarde al trabajo.&lt;/div&gt;Elena claramente esta irritada y pronuncia la palabra "hijo de puta" pero sólo oímos un pitido agudo.&lt;br /&gt;
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ELENA está esperando en la parada, chuequeando la hora todo el tiempo. &lt;br /&gt;
Otro autobús entra en escena. El autobús se detiene y se abren las puertas. ELENA se sube y mira al suelo. En un escalón hay una foto tamaño DNI. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONDUCTOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;¿Subes o no?&lt;/div&gt;ELENA observa la foto con atención. Se trata de un chico joven bastante atractivo y con mirada penetrante. La puertas del autobús se cierran.&lt;br /&gt;
INT. VESTUARIO. DÍA&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA se esta cambiando. ELENA saca la foto del bolsillo de su chaqueta y se queda unos segundos observándola.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El corazón de Elena Rodríguez Sáez dio un brinco al contemplar el rostro de aquel desconocido misterioso de 32x26 Mm. de tamaño.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Imagen del corazón dando un brinco&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...desconocido que por cierto, es bastante atractivo, de bonitos ojos y con unos labios que...En fin, toca trabajar.&lt;/div&gt;Planos detalle del desconocido de la foto: los ojos, la boca...&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA guarda la foto en el bolsillo.&lt;br /&gt;
INT. PASILLOS HOSPITAL. DIA&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA está fregando los pasillos. Su COMPAÑERA está cantando a pleno pulmón. ELENA saca la foto del bolsillo del pantalón.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AL ritmo de la nueva balada rumana del momento, Elena Rodríguez Sáez comenzaba a sentirse curiosamente vinculada a ese desconocido atractivo de 32x26mm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;ENCADENADO A:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
INT. SALON-COCINA. NOCHE&lt;br /&gt;
La foto del chico desconocido está sobre la mesa. ELENA está cenando con la foto delante. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Una vinculación que con el tiempo empezó a se más...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
ENCADENADO A:&lt;br /&gt;
INT. HABITACIÓN. NOCHE&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA coloca la foto en la mesita de noche. Se apaga la luz. La vuelve a encender. La apaga.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Más Y más evidente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ELENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buenas noches&lt;/div&gt;CORTE A NEGRO:&lt;br /&gt;
INT. HABITACIÓN. DIA&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA se esta vistiendo con lo primero que se encuentra en un armario increíblemente desordenado. ELENA mira a la foto. La cara del chico ha cambiado. Tiene expresión de desaprobación. &lt;br /&gt;
ELENA sacude la cabeza y sale por la puerta. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Las señales aunque obvias son rápidamente ignoradas por Elena Rodríguez Sáez. &lt;/div&gt;Al segundo regresa por la foto.&lt;br /&gt;
NARRADOR(V.O)&lt;br /&gt;
Aunque no por mucho tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;
INT. PASILLOS HOSPITAL. DIA&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA está limpiando los pasillos. EL joven médico la espía por la puerta. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR(V.O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mientras el interior de Elena Rodríguez Sáez se preparaba para un cambio drástico en su vida de siempre como limpiadora ordinaria de clínica ordinaria de barrio ordinario, el interior de Javier Sánchez Roer, médico en prácticas de la sección de próstatas irritables, ordinarias comenzaba a notar cierta... curiosa...curiosidad. &lt;/div&gt;ELENA saca la foto y la observa durante un rato. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
INT. HABITACIÓN. NOCHE&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA está en la cama con la foto sobre la almohada. &lt;br /&gt;
INT. BAÑO. DIA&lt;br /&gt;
Se esta lavando la cara. La foto la esta mirando. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elena Rodríguez Sáez se sentía por primera vez en mucho, mucho, mucho tiempo realmente completa. No importa lo que el mundo exterior piense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA se sienta sobre el bidé. Pone la foto de espaldas. Se lava las manos. El chico de la foto la esta mirando.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR(V.O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elena Rodríguez Sáez se encontraba en medio de una relación.&lt;/div&gt;ELENA empieza a maquillarse y se peina.&lt;br /&gt;
INT. COCINA. DÍA&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA abre la nevera, la cual está prácticamente vacía, solo se pueden ver un paquete de donuts y latas de cafe helado. ELENA tiene el donut en la boca cuando observa la cara de desaprobación del desconocido de la foto.&lt;br /&gt;
INT. SUPERMERCADO. NOCHE&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA empuja un carrito de la compra. ELENA está en la caja. La dependienta pasa por el escáner espaguetis, fruta, vegetales, leche, cereales, champú, acondicionador y un juego de maquillaje.&lt;br /&gt;
INT. SALON-COCINA. NOCHE&lt;br /&gt;
EL desconocido de la foto sonríe. ELENA está cenando una gran ensalada variada y un buen filete de pavo con un copa de vino decente al lado.&lt;br /&gt;
INT. HABITACIÓN. DIA&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA se está arreglando. Se coloca las medias finas. El primer par es desgarrado de forma salvaje. Después de varios intentos consigue ponérselas bien. Elena acaba vistiéndose con una falda y una blusa bastante elegante.&lt;br /&gt;
EXT. CALLE. EXTERIOR CASA DE ELENA. DIA&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA llega a la parada. Con toda la seguridad del mundo, se adelanta a la manada de robots deshumanizados y se sube al autobús, siendo observada con asombro por todos los presentes. &lt;br /&gt;
INT. PASILLO-HOSPITAL. DIA &lt;br /&gt;
ELENA está limpiando los pasillos mientras JAVIER se queda observándola. El corazón de JAVIER late con fuerza.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saliendo de una nueva prueba de próstata irritable ordinaria no bastante agradable, el corazón de Javier Sánchez Roer se dio cuenta de algo que pasó desapercibido por el propio médico en prácticas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Elena desparece de escena y el corazón de Javier se ralentiza. Cuando aparece, late con más fuerza. &lt;br /&gt;
Javier desaparece de escena.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
EXT. PUERTA PRINCIPAL DEL HOSPITAL. NOCHE&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA sale de trabajar. JAVIER la está esperando. JAVIER saluda a Elena con la mano. Ella le devuelve el saludo y comienza a caminar hacia la parada. JAVIER se queda sorprendido y comienza a seguir a Elena en una trayectoria paralela a la suya. ELENA llega a la parada de autobús. JAVIER se detiene también. Ambos se miran.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Después de tantas noches de insomnio y comidas ausentes, con el corazón en un puño, Javier Sánchez Roer finalmente sabía lo que tenía que decir con las palabras más apropiadas en el momento más apropiado:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JAVIER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;¡Qué frió! ¿Verdad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y Elena con sincera emoción contestó con la misma propiedad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ELENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aha&lt;/div&gt;Silencio. El autobús llega y Elena se sube. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONDUCTOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;¿Subes o no?&lt;/div&gt;Javier se queda dubitativo.&lt;br /&gt;
CORTE A:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Javier da vueltas por la parada con diferentes atuendos.&lt;br /&gt;
CORTE A:&lt;br /&gt;
El autobús se para una vez más ante la cámara.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONDUCTOR (CONT'D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;¿Subes o te vas a quedar ahi parado otra vez?&lt;/div&gt;Javier se sube.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONDUCTOR (CONT'D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Será maricón.&lt;/div&gt;EXT. CALLE. CASA DE ELENA. NOCHE&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA Y JAVIER se bajan del autobús. ELENA se pone a andar. JAVIER se queda inmóvil. ELENA le hace una señal para que se una a ella.&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA Y JAVIER caminan hasta la entrada. Silencio. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mientras los minutos se alargaban agobiantes, Javier Sánchez Roer, juntaba el valor suficiente para articular, una vez más y de la forma más apropiada... las palabras más adecuadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JAVIER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eh...pues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ELENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;¿Quieres subir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JAVIER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh…Si&lt;/div&gt;INT. SALON-COCINA. NOCHE&lt;br /&gt;
JAVIER está sentado en el sofá. ELENA entra en escena con dos copas y las deja sobre la mesa. ELENA desaparece de escena&lt;br /&gt;
INT. BAÑO. NOCHE&lt;br /&gt;
ELENA suspira una vez dentro del baño. La foto esta observándola desde el lavamanos. ELENA la pone bocabajo. ELENA comprueba que sus piernas están bien depiladas y el tipo de ropa interior que lleva encima. Se arregla un poco delante del espejo. &lt;br /&gt;
INT. SALON-COCINA. NOCHE&lt;br /&gt;
JAVIER continúa sentado en el sofá. Javier da unos saltitos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JAVIER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pues es cómodo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;ELENA se sienta a su lado.&lt;br /&gt;
JAVIER&lt;br /&gt;
Muy cómodo&lt;br /&gt;
Se oye un latido. El corazón de Javier está latiendo con fuerza. ELENA le mira sorprendida. Su corazón late con fuerza también. Se besan.&lt;br /&gt;
INT. HABITACIÓN. DIA&lt;br /&gt;
El despertador suena, son las 6:30. ELENA abre los ojos. Javier apaga el despertador.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JAVIER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cinco minutos más, por favor.&lt;/div&gt;Elena se abraza a él y se besan.&lt;br /&gt;
EXT. CALLE. CASA DE ELENA. PARADA DE AUTOBUS. DIA&lt;br /&gt;
JAVIER y ELENA se están besando. EL autobús se detiene en la parada. ELENA deja la foto sobre las escaleras de la salida. Un chico se tropieza con ella.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DESCONOCIDO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perdona&lt;/div&gt;ELENA reconoce al desconocido de la foto. El corazón de ELENA empieza a latir con fuerza.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NARRADOR (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El reconocimiento del Desconocido atractivo por Elena Rodríguez Sáez fue inmediato. Un descubrimiento que solo se puede describir con la palabra más adecuada en el momento más apropiado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ELENA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mierda&lt;/div&gt;FADE TO BLACK&lt;br /&gt;
THE END</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Historias minimas de Madrid IV</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/03/historias-minimas-de-madrid-iv.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Mon, 8 Mar 2010 23:09:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-3009147502277460502</guid><description>La gente no cambia. Este es un hecho si no demostrable, al menos perceptible. No se llora, es tarde ya y no tiene sentido. Supuestos amigos que se&amp;nbsp;desvanecen&amp;nbsp;cuando hay &amp;nbsp;problemas o compañeros de borrachera que se&amp;nbsp;reúnen&amp;nbsp;a tus espaldas con tus enemigos más cercanos. Los pequeños factores como estos &amp;nbsp;acechan en cada esquina, en cada cóncavo y convexo, en cada sombra de una ciudad de invierno sin acceso a minusválidos morales. Hay gente que publican blogs de escritura confusa y palabras&amp;nbsp;vacías&amp;nbsp;mal empleadas, y otros que prefieren susurrar secretos negros en oscuros corredores. Cada cual con lo suyo. Mas dejo bien claro lo siguiente: &amp;nbsp;que todo lo sé y aunque me hago la ignorante, &amp;nbsp;con gran memoria recaudo vuestras futuros mares en pena.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>MARY Y MAX</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/02/mary-y-max.html</link><category>RECOMENDAMOS:CINE</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 22:00:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-77951447132565369</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7CIyZ1_dY87bcTXq6j6fM3Mddrbkq7N30cKKRP10aZPHxaPB2zeHFnIyw62ZMRXKclgsIRRwCD9VZNz1L4xsQ_IB4L99jpwqGfnjiaRHNB1yYD76gVRQczrMy-SXxmz2GB4yGr1ph/s640/mary_and_max.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7CIyZ1_dY87bcTXq6j6fM3Mddrbkq7N30cKKRP10aZPHxaPB2zeHFnIyw62ZMRXKclgsIRRwCD9VZNz1L4xsQ_IB4L99jpwqGfnjiaRHNB1yYD76gVRQczrMy-SXxmz2GB4yGr1ph/s1600-h/mary_and_max.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;La historia gira en torno la &amp;nbsp;amistad &amp;nbsp;entre dos personajes increíblemente dispares ( con 20 años y dos continentes de diferencia aunque con la misma pasión por el chocolate) a través de &amp;nbsp;una correspondencia constante desde 1976 hasta 1994&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Mary es una niña australiana de ojos color lodo y una mancha de nacimiento de color caca que tiene una increíble curiosidad por el mundo exterior. Sin amigos y única hija de una adicta al jerez de cocina y a la cleptomanía y un padre que se desentiende por completo de una familia de chiste, decide preguntarle al primer desconocido de nombre extraño que encuentre en una lista telefónica de los Estados Unidos una de las cuestiones más vitales para el ser humano: &amp;nbsp;Si en Australia los bebes surgen del fondo de las jarras de cerveza ¿Será que en Ámerica salen de latas de coca-cola?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCaoHF7F0_W7uwRG63gdY7Tv9O0e3yd8t9RWPRItvKYqIdUyMdCgfZlDbveb-aWUmKNJQOzLM-hITO5luLHXum_f17QEugky9wmiJ8HudKp0r52_38g4S0Nks-I9Q2IlVXoxQ4nL82/s1600-h/mary_and_max+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCaoHF7F0_W7uwRG63gdY7Tv9O0e3yd8t9RWPRItvKYqIdUyMdCgfZlDbveb-aWUmKNJQOzLM-hITO5luLHXum_f17QEugky9wmiJ8HudKp0r52_38g4S0Nks-I9Q2IlVXoxQ4nL82/s400/mary_and_max+(1).jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Quién iría a imaginar que l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;o que en principio era una simple carta inocente de una niña de ocho años australiana acabaría &amp;nbsp;por convertirse en el detonador que cambiará &amp;nbsp;la vida de Max Horovitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;para siempre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyR4XE9Eh6I4lnKhIRM__UHnguRqq7ki3uWuxAmtMqjBU2yF5v_ipyTz0WRr9PZjRRfk22yNLg-o_3DRnk1GqOXcPm0d-hnrmSTnlaYWfRffO0cp3WQasQEJF6jmZ4YTiv9Pvgapt0/s1600-h/mary-and-max-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyR4XE9Eh6I4lnKhIRM__UHnguRqq7ki3uWuxAmtMqjBU2yF5v_ipyTz0WRr9PZjRRfk22yNLg-o_3DRnk1GqOXcPm0d-hnrmSTnlaYWfRffO0cp3WQasQEJF6jmZ4YTiv9Pvgapt0/s400/mary-and-max-.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Max es un judío solitario de 44 años,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;con síndrome de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%ADndrome_de_Asperger" style="text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Asperger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;y de proporciones desmesuradas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;que no logra entender porque él es el bicho raro de un mundo donde la contaminación esta a la orden del día, donde se usan lenguajes enrevesados con dobles sentidos y se escucha música estúpida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Para alguien incapaz de reconocer los gestos faciales y cuyo único amigo es un ser imaginario llamado Mr Ravioli que se pasa el día leyendo libros de autoayuda, la carta de Mary es &amp;nbsp;un salvavidas arrojado en medio de un mar de desesperación,&amp;nbsp;frustración&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;y reuniones con el grupo de comilones anónimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibxBRbnOqLOLacb-FwU2zSAeFCbAKFnenyL9LZU026YU0q7ufVVuKNN0YrzfCE1f5vCS5_kZJgklPtuqgUl2u1HkVcdb4i-mxePSlR7zaghf-_d-p76JSudUJAUYnryIAEJvoRzB7C/s1600-h/large-Mary&amp;Max.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibxBRbnOqLOLacb-FwU2zSAeFCbAKFnenyL9LZU026YU0q7ufVVuKNN0YrzfCE1f5vCS5_kZJgklPtuqgUl2u1HkVcdb4i-mxePSlR7zaghf-_d-p76JSudUJAUYnryIAEJvoRzB7C/s400/large-Mary&amp;Max.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Mary y Max es una película sin defectos, directa y con una atención a los detalles más mínimos increíble: desde el empleo del contraste entre el blanco y negro y el color como método de &amp;nbsp;diferenciación&amp;nbsp;entre los mundos de estos dos protagonistas tan dispares, hasta las expresiones faciales de unos personajes de pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;altamente expresivos, cómicos, oscuros y con unos diálogos vivos llenos de&amp;nbsp;múltiples&amp;nbsp;matices.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJbEk3Tryj-LKqyfWQIpFSJolHvPX2Az220QslVqgzAVGdIl4Po-7NNVdaKsn05DMZHGjYahCpYAe3NkHcxJlIt-IGAq6fNmoEH8fEKBh4BLe1TPYvgxJx6Jox-HwjS_1_TZ4nIFI9/s1600-h/Mary+And+Max+L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJbEk3Tryj-LKqyfWQIpFSJolHvPX2Az220QslVqgzAVGdIl4Po-7NNVdaKsn05DMZHGjYahCpYAe3NkHcxJlIt-IGAq6fNmoEH8fEKBh4BLe1TPYvgxJx6Jox-HwjS_1_TZ4nIFI9/s400/Mary+And+Max+L.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Toda una mezcla de humor negro y sentimientos que crea un lazo irrompible entre el espectador y sus personajes, a quienes&amp;nbsp;les ponen voz artistas famosos como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Philip Seymour, Toni Collette, Eric Bana y Renée Geyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;PARA VERLA: pincha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sdd-fanatico.org/mary-and-max/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:location='http://www.wikio.es/sharethis?url='+encodeURIComponent(location)+'&amp;title='+encodeURIComponent(document.title);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wikio.es/shared/images/wikiothis/buttons/wikio_btn_partager_rounded-open_es.png" style="border: none;" alt="http://www.wikio.es"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7CIyZ1_dY87bcTXq6j6fM3Mddrbkq7N30cKKRP10aZPHxaPB2zeHFnIyw62ZMRXKclgsIRRwCD9VZNz1L4xsQ_IB4L99jpwqGfnjiaRHNB1yYD76gVRQczrMy-SXxmz2GB4yGr1ph/s72-c/mary_and_max.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>PENSAMIENTOS DE UNA MAÑANA EN PARÍS</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/02/pensamientos-de-una-manana-en-paria.html</link><category>PENSAMIENTOS</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 17:57:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-2973331173808554679</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Martes 24 de agosto de 1950&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Amanece. Las maletas están en la puerta y hoy no me apetece tomar café. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Es curioso como las pequeñas cosas son las que mejor se graban en la memoria. De la infancia pocos recuerdos me quedan ya. Unos  zapatos rojos de charol y el olor de los lapices nuevos y de los columpios oxidado tras la lluvia  resumen 23 años de existencia sobre este planeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Con toda  certeza sé que las tostadas con mantequilla y mermelada de arándanos de la señora Beadeux con una gran taza de café con leche me seguirán para siempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A las 10:30 tengo que dejar este lugar. Está decidido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No he podido dormir nada. Las gotas ya no me ayudan. Solo me queda esperar y recordar. La época de los columpios murió. Al menos ya lo he aceptado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Recuerdo. Recuerdo una conversación susurrada. Recuerdo una lágrima en silencio. Recuerdo un beso en una plaza, un abrazo a escondidas y una adiós oculto por el viento. Las palabras no son válidas, tal vez distorsionadas y llenas de dobles sentidos. Nunca se me dieron bien las palabras. Simples armas de un homo sapiens básicamente entrenado. No. No recuerdo palabras. Sólo las miradas de una tarde de julio cuando alguien me agarró de la mano y yo me vi invadida por miles de pequeñas sensaciones inconclusas. ¿Realmente amé? ¿realmente fui amada? No lo sé.  ¿Acaso importa? ¿el amor va a cambiar el olor de la calle, la luz de julio y las miradas curiosas? Otra de las pequeñas cosas de una vida demasiado corta y demasiado intensa. Otro lugar que me ha sobrepasado y me ha vuelto a unir a otra rutina circulante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Observo a los trabajadores marchar a sus trabajos como otro día normal. Pequeños entes de aspiraciones acostumbradas. Sé que también fueron dueños de besos en plazas y luces de julio. Sé que alguna vez pensaron en el amor y en los columpios oxidados, mas ahora tienen que ir a la fábrica a pegar zapatos de 9:00 hasta 9:00 con hora y media de almuerzo. Os amo, obreros,no me malinterpretéis. Os respeto, pero tenéis que entenderlo. París se ha dormido. París ha concluido con tan sólo diez páginas de un diario mal escrito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;La hora a llegado. Me esperan el mar y una nueva página escrita con el aire   contemporáneo  de la ciudad de Nueva York.  Au Revoir et bonne chance.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrito inspirado en la fotografía “El beso del Hôtel de Ville”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCseLbFj4pAL9fPG6DDjBpg-tUr4tGsAD1aokeqASxHmAyOXbpuM1UnSuvmObiIXzXVPSLP8nEcipvH_1vkdeAxrLDs-gpc45oe8isfcy_wmRzzQ47g3-_0IDn0Ibez6VLoV_K4wjM/s1600-h/l-beso-en-la-palce-de-lhotel-ville.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCseLbFj4pAL9fPG6DDjBpg-tUr4tGsAD1aokeqASxHmAyOXbpuM1UnSuvmObiIXzXVPSLP8nEcipvH_1vkdeAxrLDs-gpc45oe8isfcy_wmRzzQ47g3-_0IDn0Ibez6VLoV_K4wjM/s400/l-beso-en-la-palce-de-lhotel-ville.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCseLbFj4pAL9fPG6DDjBpg-tUr4tGsAD1aokeqASxHmAyOXbpuM1UnSuvmObiIXzXVPSLP8nEcipvH_1vkdeAxrLDs-gpc45oe8isfcy_wmRzzQ47g3-_0IDn0Ibez6VLoV_K4wjM/s72-c/l-beso-en-la-palce-de-lhotel-ville.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>MAGAZINE CIENCIA:LA METEDURA DE PATA</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/02/magazine-cienciala-metedura-de-pata.html</link><category>PENSAMIENTOS</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 21:03:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-8290729234578149392</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;La metedura de pata es un elemento intrínseco en la vida de un homo sapiens sapiens. Forma parte de nuestras vidas desde los primeros intentos de comunicación coherente y demás bababubus. No es de extrañar que todo sapiens medio haya sufrido en&amp;nbsp;algún&amp;nbsp;momento de su existencia las influencias del "metedurismo de pata" hasta llegar a la siguiente brillante conclusión: la imposibilidad de aniquilación de este enemigo invisible y cabrón que siempre ataca en los grandes momentos de debilidad y así hacerte quedar como un estúpido ralentizado &amp;nbsp;delante de los demás sapiens sapiens (o en ocasiones especiales, como un friki rarillo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Muchos científicos han empleado numerosos años de su vida en intentar descubrir el origen de "El metedurismo de pata". Según los estudiantes de genética y embriología de la Universidad de perdemusustempus (Connecticut) , el origen del&amp;nbsp;comúnmente&amp;nbsp;denominado "metedurismo de pata" tiene su origen en el cromosoma 319, 324 EY, un cromosoma híbrido de procedencia paterna esporádica. Los intentos de sustracción del cromosoma&amp;nbsp;319, 324 EY han sido numerosos aunque fallidos. Esto se debe a la unión del &amp;nbsp;319, 324 EY &amp;nbsp; al cromosoma 314 o&amp;nbsp;también&amp;nbsp;llamado cromosoma de la humanidad o del corazón. Cualquier intento de extracción del cromosoma "metemous la pata" supone la total "robotocapitalización" del indi&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;viduo, transformándolo en un ente de fabricación en masa y consumismo extremo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Los debates morales, as always, han sido insufribles y de versión extendida sin llegar a ninguna&amp;nbsp;conclusión definitiva. Esto es algo&amp;nbsp;también&amp;nbsp;intrínseco&amp;nbsp;en la vida de los sapiens sapiens (solo hay que estudiar la vida de TVE y su "objetividad informativa")&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;¿Qué es lo más preferible: una sociedad eficientemente deshumanizada o un español medio? ¿Más vale malo conocido que malo por conocer? ¿Qué serán de las generaciones futuras? ¿Agravará el calentamiento global? &amp;nbsp;Y ante todo....¿Qué coño pasa con Lost?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;La búsqueda de la verdad puede ser peligrosa, así que bebamos otra caña y que mañana curre otro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;!Qué viva la metedura de pata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>LIFE:AN ORDINARY STORY</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/02/int.html</link><category>ENGLISH: LIFE IS SUGESTION</category><category>GUIÓN</category><category>SCREENPLAY</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 21:09:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-4525278794185648131</guid><description>INT.  DARK ROOM. 1920'S. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               FADE IN &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               We can see the face of a boy. The boy is crying while is&lt;br /&gt;
               holding someone with his arms, but we cannot see who. We&lt;br /&gt;
               see everything from the perspective of the other person. We&lt;br /&gt;
               can hear a girl breathing hard. Then we hear a voice, a&lt;br /&gt;
               very sweet woman's voice as she is watching the boy, her&lt;br /&gt;
               clothes over the floor, the blood. The image vanishes and&lt;br /&gt;
               appears once and over again, till she closes her eyes&lt;br /&gt;
               forever.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GIRL (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Dark. Everything is getting&lt;br /&gt;
                         darker. I think it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;
                         now. You are holding me, I ´m not&lt;br /&gt;
                         sure. I cannot feel. I cannot&lt;br /&gt;
                         feel the pain. It was hard, now&lt;br /&gt;
                         is gone. I cannot feel your arms.&lt;br /&gt;
                         I spent so many hours between&lt;br /&gt;
                         them. No regret. I just didn´t&lt;br /&gt;
                         listen, now is too late. Don´t&lt;br /&gt;
                         cry, my love. Don´t cry. Am I&lt;br /&gt;
                         speaking aloud? I don't feel my&lt;br /&gt;
                         lips.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GIRL (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Don´t cry, my love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The boy cannot stop crying&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GIRL (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         It´s not the end, never was. I´ll&lt;br /&gt;
                         find you, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   BOY&lt;br /&gt;
                         I love you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Everything gets dark.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GIRL (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;
                         I love you. I love you. I love&lt;br /&gt;
                         you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                            FADE OUT:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               BLACK SCREEN&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Appears on the screen the following:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               ADIOS, GOODBYE&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                     4.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. LAURA´S APARTMENT. MADRID. SPAIN. DAY. PRESENT DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               We can see Laura´s eyes. She is sleeping deeply. She opens&lt;br /&gt;
               her eyes and suddenly she gets up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         ¡Joder!&lt;br /&gt;
                         (Fuck!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The clock shows 7:30 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         ¡JODER! ¡JODER! ¡JODER! ¡Me he&lt;br /&gt;
                         quedado dormida! El avión.&lt;br /&gt;
                          (Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!. I overslept!&lt;br /&gt;
                         The plane!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               SUBTITLED&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She dials in her cell phone a number&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Si. ¿Hola? Si. Por favor, envíen&lt;br /&gt;
                         me un taxi a la calle Concha&lt;br /&gt;
                         Espina 84, lo antes posible. Es&lt;br /&gt;
                         urgente &lt;br /&gt;
                         (Yes, Hello? Yes, please, send me&lt;br /&gt;
                         a taxi to Concha Espina st 84, as&lt;br /&gt;
                         soon as possible, It is really&lt;br /&gt;
                         urgent)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   TAXI COMPANY (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Lo siento, señora. Ninguno de&lt;br /&gt;
                         nuestros taxis pueden acceder a&lt;br /&gt;
                         su zona de residencia. Las calles&lt;br /&gt;
                         están cortadas a causa del&lt;br /&gt;
                         partido&lt;br /&gt;
                         (I'm sorry, ma'am. But today our&lt;br /&gt;
                         taxis cannot have Access to your&lt;br /&gt;
                         area. The streets are closed for&lt;br /&gt;
                         the match) &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         ¿QUÉ? ¿QUÉ PARTIDO? POR FAVOR, ES&lt;br /&gt;
                         URGENTE&lt;br /&gt;
                         (what? What match? Please, it is&lt;br /&gt;
                         really urgent!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   T C(V.O)&lt;br /&gt;
                         EL REAL MADRID CONTRA EL OSASUNA.&lt;br /&gt;
                         Lo siento, señora&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                     5.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                         (Real Madrid vs Osasuna. I'm&lt;br /&gt;
                         sorry, ma'am)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura hungs up the phone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Mierda, joder&lt;br /&gt;
                         (Fuck)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She gets inside the first baggy jeans and the first t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;
               she sees over the floor. They need ironing. The room is a&lt;br /&gt;
               completely mess, is full with drawings, notebooks and&lt;br /&gt;
               clothes all over the floor. She looks at herself in the&lt;br /&gt;
               mirror. Her hair is a mess, all her cloths smells tobacco&lt;br /&gt;
               and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Soy un puto desastre.&lt;br /&gt;
                         (I'm a fucking mess)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura begins to search something&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Las maletas. coño&lt;br /&gt;
                         (The suitcases. fuck)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She is looking for the suitcases. She cannot find them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         ¡¡¡Mamáaaaaa!!! ¡¡¡Mamáaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She screams as she runs all over the place&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;
                         ¿Qué? ¿Qué ha pasado?&lt;br /&gt;
                             (what? What happen?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Mamá, que pierdo el avión, y las&lt;br /&gt;
                         maletas y el taxi y …&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Mom, I'm gonna miss the&lt;br /&gt;
                              plane, and the&lt;br /&gt;
                              suitcases... and the&lt;br /&gt;
                              plane...)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;
                         ey, ey, respira. Dios, esto te&lt;br /&gt;
                         pasa por dejar las cosas a última&lt;br /&gt;
                         hora. Eres un puto desastre&lt;br /&gt;
                             (ey, ey, breath. God!&lt;br /&gt;
                              This happens because&lt;br /&gt;
                              you leave everything&lt;br /&gt;
                              for the last moment.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                     6.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                              You are a fucking a&lt;br /&gt;
                              mess!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA &lt;br /&gt;
                         Ya lo sé, gracias. Ahora, por&lt;br /&gt;
                         favor, dime algo constrictivo.&lt;br /&gt;
                             (I already know that.&lt;br /&gt;
                              Thank you. Now, please,&lt;br /&gt;
                              tell me something&lt;br /&gt;
                              useful)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ay, pero que imbécil eres. Que ya&lt;br /&gt;
                         te he preparado las maletas,&lt;br /&gt;
                         tonta, y te he planchado la ropa&lt;br /&gt;
                         para que la lleves puesta, está&lt;br /&gt;
                         sobre la mesa. Así que cámbiate,&lt;br /&gt;
                         bébete el zumo que está en la&lt;br /&gt;
                         cocina y ahora vamos corriendo al&lt;br /&gt;
                         metro&lt;br /&gt;
                             (you are such a jackass.&lt;br /&gt;
                              I've already prepared&lt;br /&gt;
                              the suitcases, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;
                              You clothes are ironed&lt;br /&gt;
                              and hung on the door.&lt;br /&gt;
                              Go change and drink the&lt;br /&gt;
                              orange juice that is on&lt;br /&gt;
                              the kitchen's table.&lt;br /&gt;
                              Then we go to the&lt;br /&gt;
                              subway)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura can see the suitcases ready at the door. She laughs&lt;br /&gt;
               and kisses her mother.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura drinks the juice. Her mother had prepared very sexy&lt;br /&gt;
               but elegant clothes for the trip, with some high heel&lt;br /&gt;
               shoes. Laura smiles.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She is waiting for the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         No hace falta que me acompañes&lt;br /&gt;
                             (You don't have to come&lt;br /&gt;
                              with me)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;
                         No seas estúpida. Te acompaño&lt;br /&gt;
                         hasta la estación&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Don't be stupid. I go&lt;br /&gt;
                              with you till the metro&lt;br /&gt;
                              station )&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                EXT. CONCHE ESPINA'S STREET. MADRID. SPAIN. DAY. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               They run till the subway station with the suitcases. We can&lt;br /&gt;
               see the city.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                     7.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The Santiago bernabeu, the street invaded with the little&lt;br /&gt;
               shops selling souvenirs of the real Madrid. The people&lt;br /&gt;
               walking.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Bye, bye MADRID! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. SUBWAY. BARAJAS AIRPORT EXIT, TERMINAL 4.DAY.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Some scenes inside the subway. Laura with the music.&lt;br /&gt;
               Climbing the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                        MATCH CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               They are finally at the exit of the subway, directly&lt;br /&gt;
               connected with the Barajas airport. Laura is eally&lt;br /&gt;
               sensitive by the fact of leaving her mother. She doesn't&lt;br /&gt;
               want to cry so she is trying to hide it and get rid of her&lt;br /&gt;
               mother as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Bueno, mama…&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Well, mom...)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;
                         ¿Pero por que te paras? Vamos&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Why are you stopping?&lt;br /&gt;
                              Let's go)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura breathes in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. INSIDE TERMINAL 4. BARAJAS. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is walking ahead of her mother. As they climb the&lt;br /&gt;
               stairs, Laura is losing control over her feelings and the&lt;br /&gt;
               tears cover all her face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura and Mother are on the passport control They have to&lt;br /&gt;
               say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Bueno, ya sí que estamos aquí y…&lt;br /&gt;
                             (well, mom, here we are,&lt;br /&gt;
                              so...)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She starts to cry without control&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;
                         No llores, que vas hacer que yo&lt;br /&gt;
                         también llore y me había&lt;br /&gt;
                         preparado para no hacerlo&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Don't cry, you are&lt;br /&gt;
                              going to make me cry as&lt;br /&gt;
                              well and I've been&lt;br /&gt;
                              preparing myself not&lt;br /&gt;
                              to.)&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                     8.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Pero..es que..mama&lt;br /&gt;
                             (But... is just... mama)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ya lo sé cariño. Te quiero y te&lt;br /&gt;
                         voy a echar mucho de menos. ¿Con&lt;br /&gt;
                         quién voy a ir al cine ahora, eh?&lt;br /&gt;
                             (I know, hun. I love you&lt;br /&gt;
                              and I'm going to miss&lt;br /&gt;
                              you too. With whom am I&lt;br /&gt;
                              going to the cinema&lt;br /&gt;
                              now?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CRYING EVEN HARDER)&lt;br /&gt;
                         No..me digas eso..que&lt;br /&gt;
                             (No...don't say&lt;br /&gt;
                              that...I)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;
                         Laura, nena… que nos vamos a&lt;br /&gt;
                         volver a ver&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Laura, babe, that we&lt;br /&gt;
                              are going to see each&lt;br /&gt;
                              other again)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ya lo sé,  pero… no puedo&lt;br /&gt;
                         evitarlo. Te quiero&lt;br /&gt;
                             (I know, but...I can't&lt;br /&gt;
                              help it. I love you)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;
                         Nena… Ahora estoy llorando yo&lt;br /&gt;
                         también. Las putas flores de bach&lt;br /&gt;
                         no sirven para nada&lt;br /&gt;
                             (baby...Now i'm crying&lt;br /&gt;
                              too. Fucking bach&lt;br /&gt;
                              flowers, they are&lt;br /&gt;
                              completely useless)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Bueno, me tengo que ir ya…&lt;br /&gt;
                             (well, I gotta to go..)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;
                         Si…Llámame en cuanto llegues,&lt;br /&gt;
                         júramelo&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Yeah. Call me as soon&lt;br /&gt;
                              as you arrive there.&lt;br /&gt;
                              Swear it)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Claro que te llamo. Te quiero&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Of course I'm going to&lt;br /&gt;
                              call you)&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                     9.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;
                         Te quiero, nena&lt;br /&gt;
                             (I love you, babe)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura walks through immigration and she turns one last time&lt;br /&gt;
               just to see her mother. Laura observes her ticket to know&lt;br /&gt;
               which one is the departure gate. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. CHRISTIAN'S ROOM. OUTSIDE LITTLE ROCK. ARKANSAS. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               There is a bus ticket on the wall from little rock to New&lt;br /&gt;
               York city. We can see his room. Over the floor there is a&lt;br /&gt;
               backpack, and some sport bags. Everything is inside some&lt;br /&gt;
               cartoon boxes: his books, etc… .There are lots of posters&lt;br /&gt;
               in the wall of famous actors and theatre plays, like hamlet&lt;br /&gt;
               or uncle Vania and musical groups like radiohead and broken&lt;br /&gt;
               social scene. Along with the posters there are pictures of&lt;br /&gt;
               him in different plays. Over the floor are pieces of&lt;br /&gt;
               pictures. We can see the same girl in all of them&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN (V.0)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Hi. It's me. Don't worry, nothing&lt;br /&gt;
                         serious. I just call. I just call&lt;br /&gt;
                         to say THANK YOU. Everything is&lt;br /&gt;
                         ready, almost, and I've been&lt;br /&gt;
                         thinking, and that and I realize&lt;br /&gt;
                         that, well, I wouldn't be able&lt;br /&gt;
                         without you. Really, I wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;
                         be able without your coldness,&lt;br /&gt;
                         your selfishness but, I think&lt;br /&gt;
                         mostly for the fact you've been&lt;br /&gt;
                         fucking everyone, well,&lt;br /&gt;
                         everything with a penis in this&lt;br /&gt;
                         town. So, thank you. Really, I&lt;br /&gt;
                         appreciate it and this is a&lt;br /&gt;
                         goodbye, your goodbye. The final&lt;br /&gt;
                         one. Yes. I won't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;
                         and I don't care at all. I do. I&lt;br /&gt;
                         mean, I don't, I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;
                         So, goodbye. And, well, I even&lt;br /&gt;
                         think I've matured at last, as&lt;br /&gt;
                         you always wanted. I'm a grown up&lt;br /&gt;
                         person now who accepts the things&lt;br /&gt;
                         of life with wisdom, a grown up&lt;br /&gt;
                         person who won't call you bitch,&lt;br /&gt;
                         That you are, a bitch, but I&lt;br /&gt;
                         won't say that because, I am a&lt;br /&gt;
                         mature person and ,actually, the&lt;br /&gt;
                         fact that you are a fucking bitch&lt;br /&gt;
                         doesn't bother me at all, which&lt;br /&gt;
                         is good. Really. SO, wish you the&lt;br /&gt;
                         best and goodbye. Goodbye, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         That was good  &lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    10.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian hangs the phone. He collects his backpack,&lt;br /&gt;
               switches off the lights and closes the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                EXT. VILLAGE STREET. OUTSIDE LITTLE ROCK. ARKANSAS. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is walking in the town he spend his all life. He&lt;br /&gt;
               walks fast with his backpack and his two bags on each side.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                EXT. BUS TERMINAL. LITTLE ROCK, ARKANSAS, NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian arrives at the bus terminal. He looks at the sign&lt;br /&gt;
               and breaths in&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. BUS TERMINAL. LITTLE ROCK. ARKANSAS. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is inside a very old and creepy bus terminal.&lt;br /&gt;
               There are some homeless sleeping on the benches. Some poor&lt;br /&gt;
               people are waiting standing up for their respective buses,&lt;br /&gt;
               but it is mostly empty, dirty and obscure. Christian goes&lt;br /&gt;
               to the ticker office of GreyHound buses, inside which there&lt;br /&gt;
               is an old man with a very sad face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Excuse me, sir, can you tell me&lt;br /&gt;
                         from which lane my bus is&lt;br /&gt;
                         leaving?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               He handles the ticket to the officer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   TICKET OFFICER&lt;br /&gt;
                         New York, 11:20, from lane two&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Thank you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   TICKET OFFICER&lt;br /&gt;
                         But, this ticket was for&lt;br /&gt;
                         yesterday's bus&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Sorry?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   TICKET OFFICER&lt;br /&gt;
                         This ticket is not valid for&lt;br /&gt;
                         today&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         What? No, I ordered two weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;
                         especially for today. There must&lt;br /&gt;
                         be a mistake&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    11.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   TICKET OFFICER&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yes, there is, that you missed&lt;br /&gt;
                         yesterday's bus, that's the&lt;br /&gt;
                         mistake&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, can't you change it for&lt;br /&gt;
                         today's date?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   T.O&lt;br /&gt;
                         Sorry, no changes not refunds&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         What? but it was your mistake&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   T.O (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Maybe, but it is your obligation&lt;br /&gt;
                         to check the time and the&lt;br /&gt;
                         destination before you pay the&lt;br /&gt;
                         ticket. Now, goodnight and&lt;br /&gt;
                         goodbye&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         WAIT! I have to go to New York,&lt;br /&gt;
                         today&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   T.O&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, you can buy another ticket&lt;br /&gt;
                         CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         And how much would that be?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   T.O (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         187 DOLLARS&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         What? Shit! Sorry, but I paid 120&lt;br /&gt;
                         dollars for the previous ticket&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   T.O&lt;br /&gt;
                         This is the price, son, you take&lt;br /&gt;
                         it or you just move your ass from&lt;br /&gt;
                         my window.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               We can see CHRISTIAN'S face&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         OK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. HIGHWAY. OUTSIDE BUS TERMINAL. NIGHT &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is doing auto stop. No car stops.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Fuck, shit, mother f… &lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    12.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               CHRISTIAN watches how the people are getting inside his&lt;br /&gt;
               bus. Everybody looks so happy…The bus driver, a man in his&lt;br /&gt;
               fifties is helping a young lady to put her bag in the&lt;br /&gt;
               baggage compartment and its flirting with her. Christian&lt;br /&gt;
               sees his shot. He gets inside the bus quickly, goes to the&lt;br /&gt;
               back and hides. The bus driver starts the engine and the&lt;br /&gt;
               bus starts to move. Christian smiles.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. TERMINAL 4. BARAJAS AIRPORT. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               We can see a sign indicating that takes 10 min to go to&lt;br /&gt;
               gate G.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura checks the time. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Joder&lt;br /&gt;
                             (FUCK!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA starts to run through the airport. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Por favor, Por favor, Dios. Haré&lt;br /&gt;
                         lo que sea. Me haré misionera, no&lt;br /&gt;
                         me tiraré a cualquiera que se me&lt;br /&gt;
                         cruce por delante, lo que&lt;br /&gt;
                         quieras, pero que no pierda el&lt;br /&gt;
                         avión, por favor.&lt;br /&gt;
                             (PLEASE. Please, God. I&lt;br /&gt;
                              will do everything. I&lt;br /&gt;
                              can be missionary, I&lt;br /&gt;
                              won't sleep with&lt;br /&gt;
                              everybody that walks in&lt;br /&gt;
                              front of me, whatever,I&lt;br /&gt;
                              swear,I promise but&lt;br /&gt;
                              don't let me miss the&lt;br /&gt;
                              plane)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Something vibrates in her pocket: The cell phone. She is&lt;br /&gt;
               receiving a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         JODER ¿Sí?&lt;br /&gt;
                             (fuck. Yes?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   PEDRO(V.O)&lt;br /&gt;
                         ¿Amor?&lt;br /&gt;
                             (love?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (WITH DISGUST)&lt;br /&gt;
                         ¡Pedro! Oye, que no me pillas en&lt;br /&gt;
                         buen momento. Adiós, Pedro&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Pedro! Look, this is&lt;br /&gt;
                              certainly not a very&lt;br /&gt;
                              good moment. Bye,&lt;br /&gt;
                              Pedro)&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    13.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   PEDRO (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Espera, peque, por favor. Que&lt;br /&gt;
                         simplemente era para despedirme&lt;br /&gt;
                         por última vez y desearte un buen&lt;br /&gt;
                         vuelo, YA QUE NO ME DEJASTE&lt;br /&gt;
                         ACOMPAÑARTE HASTA EL AEROPUERTO.&lt;br /&gt;
                         Cari, que no te voy a volver a&lt;br /&gt;
                         ver en un tiempo y…&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Wait, sweety, please. I&lt;br /&gt;
                              just want to say&lt;br /&gt;
                              goodbye for the last&lt;br /&gt;
                              time and wish you a&lt;br /&gt;
                              very good flight as you&lt;br /&gt;
                              didn't let me go with&lt;br /&gt;
                              you till the airport.&lt;br /&gt;
                              Sweetheart,love...I'm&lt;br /&gt;
                              not going to see you&lt;br /&gt;
                              again for a while&lt;br /&gt;
                              and...)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Pedro, Pedro no me llores. Por el&lt;br /&gt;
                         amor de Dios, Pedro, no me hagas&lt;br /&gt;
                         esto ahora, que no es el momento,&lt;br /&gt;
                         en serio&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Pedro. Pedro, don't&lt;br /&gt;
                              cry, for God's sake.&lt;br /&gt;
                              Pedro, don't do this to&lt;br /&gt;
                              me now. This is not the&lt;br /&gt;
                              moment, seriously)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   PEDRO&lt;br /&gt;
                         Es que, cari, te quiero mucho. No&lt;br /&gt;
                         soy como tú, que no suelta ni una&lt;br /&gt;
                         lágrima nunca, es que…¿no vas a&lt;br /&gt;
                         echar de menos a tu osito? ¿Qué&lt;br /&gt;
                         te de mimitos?¿nuestras noches&lt;br /&gt;
                         juntos?&lt;br /&gt;
                             (It's just...honey, I&lt;br /&gt;
                              love you so much. I'm&lt;br /&gt;
                              not like you,who never&lt;br /&gt;
                              shreds a tear, it's&lt;br /&gt;
                              just... aren't you&lt;br /&gt;
                              going to miss your&lt;br /&gt;
                              teddy bear, my kisses&lt;br /&gt;
                              and hugs, our nights&lt;br /&gt;
                              together? )&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Mira, que pierdo el avión, y a lo&lt;br /&gt;
                         mejor me quedo y todo. Así que,&lt;br /&gt;
                         bueno, pues eso, te deseo lo&lt;br /&gt;
                         mejor y ya nos veremos.&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Look, I'm going to miss&lt;br /&gt;
                              the plane and maybe I'm&lt;br /&gt;
                              staying after all..So,&lt;br /&gt;
                              that, I wish you the&lt;br /&gt;
                              best and take care)&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    14.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   PEDRO&lt;br /&gt;
                         Espera, cari&lt;br /&gt;
                             (wait, love)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         ¿Qué?&lt;br /&gt;
                             (what?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   PEDRO&lt;br /&gt;
                         ¿Quieres que te envíe un&lt;br /&gt;
                         abracito? ¿un abracito de oso?&lt;br /&gt;
                             (do you want me to send&lt;br /&gt;
                              you a hug, a teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;
                              hug?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She is near the boarding gate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Adiós, Pedro &lt;br /&gt;
                             (Goodbye, Pedro)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She hangs the phone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                              CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She arrives at time. Laura is breathing hard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Joder, Dios,coño. Hola.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura handles the boarding pass to the GROUND STAFF GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GROUND STAFF GIRL&lt;br /&gt;
                         Que tengas un buen vuelo&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Have a good flight)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Gracias. BYE, BYE, MADRID!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA steps into the airbridge.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. BUS. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is peeing himself. It is 23:25 and the bus stops&lt;br /&gt;
               to collect more passengers IN AN PETROL STATION with a&lt;br /&gt;
               restaurant and a social area situated on one side of a&lt;br /&gt;
               empty highway. Christian decides to get off just for a&lt;br /&gt;
               couple of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. PETROL STATION'S BATHROOM. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                He is in the bathroom. He finished quickly and he exits&lt;br /&gt;
               the bathroom. While he is leaving a kid is looking at him&lt;br /&gt;
               very serious because he hasn't washed his hands. He goes to&lt;br /&gt;
               the sink and washes his hands. &lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    15.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. OUTSIDE PETROL STATION. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               When he exits the place, the bus is leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         NO, NO, NO, NOOO! WAIT! Fuck! Son&lt;br /&gt;
                         of a…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   OLD MAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         That is really fucked up&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               CHRISTIAN turns to look at the old man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   OLD MAN (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, don´t you worry son, another&lt;br /&gt;
                         bus is coming. Just wait a little&lt;br /&gt;
                         bit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                              CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is sitting on his baggage. By his face we can&lt;br /&gt;
               tell he had been waiting for hours. He decides to put some&lt;br /&gt;
               music on and lay on the floor. He starts to listen "House&lt;br /&gt;
               of cards" of Radiohead. As the music is playing, Christian&lt;br /&gt;
               is looking at the sky and another bus of the greyhound&lt;br /&gt;
               arrives. The people are getting inside and finally the bus&lt;br /&gt;
               passes in front of him. Once he had spotted the bus, he&lt;br /&gt;
               stands up and starts to run leaving the baggage behind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Wait! Wait! Please!&lt;br /&gt;
                         MOTHERFUCKERRRR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The bus stops and CHRISTIAN laughing runs in his direction.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, thank God!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   BUS DRIVER&lt;br /&gt;
                         The ticket, please&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is serious again&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         How much?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   BUS DRIVER&lt;br /&gt;
                         120 DOLLARS&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               We can see Christian's face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                       FADE TO BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    16.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               APPEARS ON THE SCREEN:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               NEW YORK: FIRST IMPRESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. JFK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT. AIRPLANE'S BRIDGE. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is at the door of the plane.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Bueno, bueno. Hello, New York!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She breaths in and with her right foot starts her adventure&lt;br /&gt;
               in the United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                            MATCH TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. JFK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               From the foot going up to the head, and under an American&lt;br /&gt;
               flag, Laura observes the amazingly long queue for the&lt;br /&gt;
               passport control. She takes her iPod out and she starts to&lt;br /&gt;
               listen "House of cards" of Radiohead while she observes the&lt;br /&gt;
               people of the airport. She takes out a notebook. She writes&lt;br /&gt;
               the following:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                          INT. JFK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She is absorbed by the music and the writing. Someone takes&lt;br /&gt;
               her headsets off and the music stops. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   ARABIC WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;
                             (She says something in&lt;br /&gt;
                              arabic)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yalah, girl Yalah. I don't have&lt;br /&gt;
                         all day&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (REALLY EXCITED)&lt;br /&gt;
                         HELLO&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                She handles the papers to the immigration officer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   I.O&lt;br /&gt;
                         Go back&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   I.O&lt;br /&gt;
                         I SAID GO BACK. You didn´t fill&lt;br /&gt;
                         it up correctly. Just grab some&lt;br /&gt;
                         papers over there and come back.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    17.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         OK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               There is a security guy with an Alsatian at his feet. The&lt;br /&gt;
               dog is barking. Laura goes directly to the immigration&lt;br /&gt;
               officer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SECURITY MAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         EXCUSE ME, EXCUSE ME. WHAT ARE&lt;br /&gt;
                         YOU DOING?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         He told me to go back as soon as&lt;br /&gt;
                         I filled this up&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SECURITY MAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         So, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE&lt;br /&gt;
                         DOING? Wait for your turn&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Again? joder&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SECURITY MAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Fucking Mexicans&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               He says this as he walks away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is astonished. The queue is incredibly long.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. NEW YORK'S SUBWAY. DAY. NEW YORK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is on the subway. It is very old, stinks and she is&lt;br /&gt;
               scared of the people surrounds her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Excuse me, hi,sorry, can you tell&lt;br /&gt;
                         me how can I go to 101 st?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GIRL 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah. You have to climb those&lt;br /&gt;
                         stairs and take the line number&lt;br /&gt;
                         one  downtown.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Stairs?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                        MATCH CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is pushing the heavy suitcases through the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;
               Nobody helps her. Accidently she drops one of the&lt;br /&gt;
               suitcases.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    18.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   WOMAN 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ey, you asshole, WATCH OUT, will&lt;br /&gt;
                         ya?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Joder&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura looks to the camera&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. BUS. NEY YORK CITTY. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is sleeping over the bus sit. The bus driver is&lt;br /&gt;
               looking at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   BUS DRIVER (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;
                         EY, SONNY, EY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               CHRISTIAN opens his eyes; he faces the ugly bus driver.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   BUS DRIVER (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Come on, son. You wanna stay here&lt;br /&gt;
                         forever?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               CHRISTIAN stands up and walks through the aisle. The bus is&lt;br /&gt;
               empty. He is very sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. BUS STATION. BRONX. NEW YORK CITY.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian finds himself in the most horrible street of New&lt;br /&gt;
               York, very dark. The driver throws his bags to the floor&lt;br /&gt;
               and gets inside the bus again. Christian takes his cell&lt;br /&gt;
               phone out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;
                         YES?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ey, George, man, it's me,&lt;br /&gt;
                         Christian. I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ey, Chrisy! How are you doing? I&lt;br /&gt;
                         was waiting for you. We've been&lt;br /&gt;
                         calling you for hours&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah, there was a delay. Ey,&lt;br /&gt;
                         George, aren't … &lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    19.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Listen, babe, I cannot pick you&lt;br /&gt;
                         up, but, I know you can manage,&lt;br /&gt;
                         it's not so difficult. Just stay&lt;br /&gt;
                         away from, well, from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
                         Don't talk, don't look and don't&lt;br /&gt;
                         touch. Ah, and don't take out the&lt;br /&gt;
                         following items: cell phones,&lt;br /&gt;
                         notes bigger than 1 dollar, all&lt;br /&gt;
                         kinds of jewelry, including&lt;br /&gt;
                         earrings and rings, mp3 players&lt;br /&gt;
                         or ipods. Just in case. Ah, my&lt;br /&gt;
                         baby, finally in New York. Oh, I&lt;br /&gt;
                         almost forgot, I'm going to be at&lt;br /&gt;
                         work but Philip will be there,&lt;br /&gt;
                         ok? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         OK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;
                         You have the address?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               He searches in his backpack and takes out a long piece of&lt;br /&gt;
               paper. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                            MATCH TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. 101ST BUILDING. LAURA'S FIRST ROOM.NIGHT. new York&lt;br /&gt;
               city &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               What we can see is a perfect room, well illuminated and in&lt;br /&gt;
               perfect conditions. The picture from the ad disappears and&lt;br /&gt;
               we can see now the real room. Laura is holding a piece of&lt;br /&gt;
               paper. She is in a stinky old room with a small bed and a&lt;br /&gt;
               leaking sink. It is a very dark environment. We are able to&lt;br /&gt;
               hear the screaming from other apartments. She turns the&lt;br /&gt;
               light on. The floor is full with cockroaches. She stars to&lt;br /&gt;
               scream and closes the door. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She checks the bill. "no refunds"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The phone rings. It's her mother. Laura sits on the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         ALLÓ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;
                         Bueno, ¿unas horas en NY y ya me&lt;br /&gt;
                         hablas en inglés? ¿Qué tal todo?&lt;br /&gt;
                             (well, well..just a few&lt;br /&gt;
                              hours in NY and you&lt;br /&gt;
                              speak to me in english?&lt;br /&gt;
                              How is everything?)&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    20.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Genial, de …de putísima madre &lt;br /&gt;
                             (Great... incredible)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA is very sensitive and she is trying to hold on her&lt;br /&gt;
               tears, but as the conversation goes on, she is losing&lt;br /&gt;
               control over her feelings, so at the end she just cut the&lt;br /&gt;
               conversation with her mother in tears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;
                          ¿Y el cuarto?&lt;br /&gt;
                             (and the apartment?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Increíble, una cosa… Muy…muy&lt;br /&gt;
                         neoyorquino. Casi como en las&lt;br /&gt;
                         pelis.&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Incredible...&lt;br /&gt;
                              something... really&lt;br /&gt;
                              really new yorker. Like&lt;br /&gt;
                              in the movies..almost)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ay, yo aquí sola y mi niña en&lt;br /&gt;
                         Nueva York. &lt;br /&gt;
                             (ay, here I am by myself&lt;br /&gt;
                              and my child in NY)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ya ves, oye que te llamo ma…&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Yeah, well, mom, I'll&lt;br /&gt;
                              call you...)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MOTHER &lt;br /&gt;
                         Mi nena, Ya te echo de menos. No&lt;br /&gt;
                         sé que voy a hacer sin mi niña.&lt;br /&gt;
                         Como no me llames a menudo te&lt;br /&gt;
                         mato, ¿entiendes?&lt;br /&gt;
                             (My baby! I' missing you&lt;br /&gt;
                              already. I don't know&lt;br /&gt;
                              what I'm going to do&lt;br /&gt;
                              without my baby. If you&lt;br /&gt;
                              don't call quite often&lt;br /&gt;
                              I'll kill you, got it?&lt;br /&gt;
                              )&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Claro que sí, mama. Bueno, que te&lt;br /&gt;
                         de…&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Of course, mom. Well, I&lt;br /&gt;
                              have to go...)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oye, come me bien, ¿eh?. Nada de&lt;br /&gt;
                         esas cosas americanas. Y tómate&lt;br /&gt;
                         un zumo de naranja todos los&lt;br /&gt;
                         días, que es muy bueno.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    21.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                         No me seas vaga, que exprimir una&lt;br /&gt;
                         naranja no cuesta nada y la&lt;br /&gt;
                         vitamina C es fundamental. Ah, y&lt;br /&gt;
                         no dejes las cosas tiradas por …&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Listen, eat well, eh?&lt;br /&gt;
                              Nothing of those&lt;br /&gt;
                              American things, and&lt;br /&gt;
                              drink orange juice&lt;br /&gt;
                              every morning. It is&lt;br /&gt;
                              very healthy. Don't be&lt;br /&gt;
                              lazy, squeezing an&lt;br /&gt;
                              orange is not that&lt;br /&gt;
                              difficult and vitamine&lt;br /&gt;
                              C is fundamental. AH,&lt;br /&gt;
                              don't let your things&lt;br /&gt;
                              laying around on the&lt;br /&gt;
                              floor...)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                    LAURA (TEARS OVER HE EYES)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Mama, oye, que te tengo que&lt;br /&gt;
                         dejar, que Mañana te llamo,&lt;br /&gt;
                         ¿vale?&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Mom, listen, I have to&lt;br /&gt;
                              go. Call you tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;
                              ok?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MADRE&lt;br /&gt;
                         MUY BIEN, TE QUI&lt;br /&gt;
                             (All right, I lo...)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA switched off the phone. She stars crying like a&lt;br /&gt;
               little child.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. GEORGE'S APARTMENT. NEW YORK CITY. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Philip is crying like a baby, he is hugging Christian.&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is feeling uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   PHILIP&lt;br /&gt;
                         OH. Jesus. I'm sorry, but I'm so&lt;br /&gt;
                         glad you are here. We haven't see&lt;br /&gt;
                         you in ages, since we left that&lt;br /&gt;
                         horrible city. And I'm so happy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               He starts to cry again and hugs CHRISTIAN once more.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   PHILIP (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, enough crying, you must be&lt;br /&gt;
                         exhausted&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, actually, I'm starving. I&lt;br /&gt;
                         can kill for a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   PHILIP&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, what a barbarian I am! Come.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    22.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               They go to the kitchen. Philip makes a sandwich for&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   PHILIP (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         So, how was the journey?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Interesting&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   PHILIP&lt;br /&gt;
                         OH, I forgot! I don't think G&lt;br /&gt;
                         told you, but, well, it's better&lt;br /&gt;
                         if I show you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               PHILIP &amp; CHRISTIAN go to the new room of Christian. PHILIP&lt;br /&gt;
               opens the door. There is a blond naked guy CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
               doesn´t know. He is painting.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   PHILIP (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, this is Dave. DAVE this is&lt;br /&gt;
                         Christian, your new room mate&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   DAVE&lt;br /&gt;
                         Really nice to meet you,&lt;br /&gt;
                         Christian&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               CHRISTIAN astonished shakes hands with Dave&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. 101ST BUILDING APARTMENT 216 AISLE. DAY. NEW YORK CITY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA is sleeping in the aisle with her head on the&lt;br /&gt;
               suitcase. She wakes up. Her back and her neck are sore. She&lt;br /&gt;
               gets up and collects all her baggage (two big suitcases and&lt;br /&gt;
               the backpack).  She looks for the travel guide on her&lt;br /&gt;
               suitcase and some toiletries. She puts the luggage inside&lt;br /&gt;
               the apartment and closes the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Bueno, bueno, New York here we&lt;br /&gt;
                         go. Pero primero.&lt;br /&gt;
                             (but first...)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. DRUGSTORE. NEW YORK CITY. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Insecticide, please&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. 101 ST BUILDING. APARTMENT 216.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               We can see how Laura from the outside gasifies the&lt;br /&gt;
               apartment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ahora si: New York here I go&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    23.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. 101 ST NEW YORK CITY.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA is on the street. She is wearing the same clothes of&lt;br /&gt;
               the previous day with her high heel shoes. She is looking&lt;br /&gt;
               at the map.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Central park. Oh, aqui. Uy,que&lt;br /&gt;
                         cerquita. Y desde aquí me voy a&lt;br /&gt;
                         la quinta y TIMES SQUARE!&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Central park. Uy, here.&lt;br /&gt;
                              So close! And from&lt;br /&gt;
                              here... 5th ave and&lt;br /&gt;
                              TIMES SQUARE!!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               It starts to rain. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Joder&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She opens the umbrella she has in the backpack. Then she&lt;br /&gt;
               switches on the Ipod and starts to hear I LOVE NEW YORK of&lt;br /&gt;
               Madonna while she is walking. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. URBAN STREET. NEW YORK. RAININIG. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA keeps walking with this song as we observe New York,&lt;br /&gt;
               a very depressing side of New York: Rude people that pushes&lt;br /&gt;
               her out of the way. Some cars that stops making her&lt;br /&gt;
               propositions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY IN CAR Nº1 &lt;br /&gt;
                         Hey, I always wanna try Mexican&lt;br /&gt;
                         whore&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA runs like a scary little girl. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY IN CAR Nº2&lt;br /&gt;
                         wanna have fun, beautiful? with&lt;br /&gt;
                         that ass we can have a lot of fun&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY IN CAR Nº3&lt;br /&gt;
                         I want to stick it up on your...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               After the 7th propostion:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY IN CAR Nº7&lt;br /&gt;
                         HEY, señorita, wanna have fun?I&lt;br /&gt;
                         give you 50 bucks, come on&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Why don´t you fuck your mother,&lt;br /&gt;
                         your pervert?&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    24.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                         You´re old to be my grandfather,&lt;br /&gt;
                         motherfucker, bastard,&lt;br /&gt;
                         cocksuckerr. Go. Go and try to&lt;br /&gt;
                         find god.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura starts to run.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. FIFTH AVENUE. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is walking, obviously tired. It is not raining&lt;br /&gt;
               anymore and the night is coming. The song is being&lt;br /&gt;
               deformed, Madonna is singing slowly. When Laura stops the&lt;br /&gt;
               music stops. LAURA sits on a bench and takes her shoes off.&lt;br /&gt;
               As the people stares at her she massages her feet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She walks without shoes till a shoe store.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. SHOE STORE FITH AVEUE. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         120 Dolars!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. RESTAURANT IN THE FIFTH AVENUE. NEW YORK CITY. NIGHT &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is having some dinner with George, Philip and&lt;br /&gt;
               Dave in a very fancy restaurant in celebration of&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         70 dolars!  SHIT! Well, it was a&lt;br /&gt;
                         good chicken, small,tiny, but&lt;br /&gt;
                         delicious&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is in front the window but facing forward. While&lt;br /&gt;
               they are talking, on the bench of the street, just in front&lt;br /&gt;
               of them, Laura takes off her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         I told you. The food here is&lt;br /&gt;
                         incredible. It is really worth it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   PHILIP&lt;br /&gt;
                         I feel like dancing. I ate like a&lt;br /&gt;
                         pig&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         You are a pig&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   PHILIP&lt;br /&gt;
                         Bitch&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   DAVE&lt;br /&gt;
                         Let's go to Mr black&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    25.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         My God, no. They nearly rape you&lt;br /&gt;
                         there&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   PHILIP&lt;br /&gt;
                         Seriously? I wanna go&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         Of course you want, you dirty&lt;br /&gt;
                         whore. What do you think&lt;br /&gt;
                         Christian?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian was not paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ok&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. MR BLACKS ENTRANCE.NIGTH&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The door of the club is being opened by someone we cannot&lt;br /&gt;
               see.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. 101 ST BUILDING 216 APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The door of the apartment, that was already opened, is&lt;br /&gt;
               pushed by someone in the exterior of the apartment&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. MR BLACKS ENTRANCE. NIGTH&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                The door of the club is completely opened.We can hear the&lt;br /&gt;
               music. CHRISTIAN faces indicates that he didn't know where&lt;br /&gt;
               he was getting into.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. 101 ST BUILDING 216 APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The door is completely open and we can see Laura's&lt;br /&gt;
               astonished face&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. MR BLACKS ENTRANCE.NIGTH&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The image starts on the floor and the camera goes up. We&lt;br /&gt;
               can see what it is obviously a gay bar. There are plenty of&lt;br /&gt;
               men, some of them without T-shirts. Men kissing, dancing.&lt;br /&gt;
               Some of the men as they walk through the club look at&lt;br /&gt;
               CHRISTIAN and make gestures.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         WELCOME TO NEW YORK, DARLING!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. 101 ST BUILDING 216 APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               We can see the floor of the apartment with the dead&lt;br /&gt;
               cockroaches and no suitcases.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    26.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         NO, NO, NO. POR FAVOR, DIOS, NO&lt;br /&gt;
                         me hagas esto.&lt;br /&gt;
                             (NO. NO. NO. Please,&lt;br /&gt;
                              God, don't do this to&lt;br /&gt;
                              me)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               SHE starts to cry. She grabs the backpack and checks its&lt;br /&gt;
               contents. The passport is there like some money and credit&lt;br /&gt;
               cars. The cell phone starts to ring. Laura's mother. Laura&lt;br /&gt;
               breathes deeply. Before her mother says something she&lt;br /&gt;
               speaks very fast trying to hold on her tears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         EY, mama, todo va genial, el piso&lt;br /&gt;
                         esta genial, estoy tomando cosas&lt;br /&gt;
                         sanas, zumos de naranjas, new&lt;br /&gt;
                         york es genial, la vida es&lt;br /&gt;
                         maravillosa y eso, te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;
                             (Ey, mom, everything is&lt;br /&gt;
                              great, the apartment is&lt;br /&gt;
                              awesome, I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;
                              healthy stuff, even&lt;br /&gt;
                              orange juice. New york&lt;br /&gt;
                              is awesome and all&lt;br /&gt;
                              that. Love you)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She switches off the phone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         ¿Y ahora que?&lt;br /&gt;
                             (and now what?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She observes the travel guide lying on the floor. In its&lt;br /&gt;
               cover appears a picture of the empire state.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. FIFTH AVENUE. EMPIRE STATE. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Image of the empire state. Laura goes to the entrance. .&lt;br /&gt;
               The queue is kilometric. But she waits with illusion. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. EMPIRE STATE. DAY &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is very excited. She is getting near and near. She is&lt;br /&gt;
               biting her nails and making strange sounds. A lady in front&lt;br /&gt;
               of her turns to see her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Sorry, it´s my first time, Here,&lt;br /&gt;
                         in the empire state. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA finally reaches the top. She opens her eyes. We can&lt;br /&gt;
               only see her face of total astonishment. There's no&lt;br /&gt;
               visibility at all. She is in the center of a cloud. She&lt;br /&gt;
               gets closer, but nothing; there is no view, nothing. She&lt;br /&gt;
               laughs. Suddenly she cries. Finally she screams&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    27.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK THIS&lt;br /&gt;
                         FUCKING COUNTRY. I lost&lt;br /&gt;
                         everything, the only thing I&lt;br /&gt;
                         wanted, the only thing I needed.&lt;br /&gt;
                         20 bucks, 2 hours in the fucking&lt;br /&gt;
                         queue and I AM IN THE CENTER OF A&lt;br /&gt;
                         FUCKING CLOUD!!!! Fuck you,&lt;br /&gt;
                         mother fuckers, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She spits several times&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         to the hell with you!!DON´T TOUCH&lt;br /&gt;
                         ME. FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The security man of the building is grabbing her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Fuck you. Let me go, hijos de&lt;br /&gt;
                         puta. Cabrones. Hijos de la gran&lt;br /&gt;
                         puta. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA is being taken downstairs by force.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. EMPIRE STATE ENTRANCE. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               CHRISTIAN is waiting in the queue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   EMPIRE STATE'S WORKER&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ladies and gentlemen, your&lt;br /&gt;
                         attention, please. I'm sorry to&lt;br /&gt;
                         inform you but because of today's&lt;br /&gt;
                         weather conditions we have to&lt;br /&gt;
                         close the empire state's tour.&lt;br /&gt;
                         Sorry for the inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;
                         Thank you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Security throws LAURA OUT OF THE BUILDING AS CHRISTIANS&lt;br /&gt;
               STARTS TO WALK AWAY. We can see how Laura is screaming at&lt;br /&gt;
               the security of the building.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. IRISH TAVERN. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA is sitting on a chair of an empty bar. Apart from the&lt;br /&gt;
               corpulent bartender there are only some middle age men&lt;br /&gt;
               spread on different tables across this exotic place. She is&lt;br /&gt;
               depressed and she is drinking. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ey, gordito, give me another&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    28.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               A girl sits beside her. SARAH. An Australian. She has fair&lt;br /&gt;
               long hair, green eyes, skinny condition, but very&lt;br /&gt;
               beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Wow, Another depressed alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;
                         What is wrong with the world&lt;br /&gt;
                         nowadays, uh?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         You talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         I think so. You are the only&lt;br /&gt;
                         person here, except for the&lt;br /&gt;
                         fatty.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Touché. Fatty, drink drink drink&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         So, tell me, which one is your&lt;br /&gt;
                         misery?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         puff&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yes?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         I think I´m a bit drunk&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH &lt;br /&gt;
                          I didn´t notice that. Come on,&lt;br /&gt;
                         If you tell me, I´ll tell you&lt;br /&gt;
                         mine and we get pissed together. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA &lt;br /&gt;
                         Sounds nice&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         So, tell me, what makes you get&lt;br /&gt;
                         drunk at eleven in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, it's my regularly breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;
                         so, tell me, what the fuck are&lt;br /&gt;
                         you doing here anyway?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         What a mouth you have, hun!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, I learnt English in the&lt;br /&gt;
                         best schools, darling&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    29.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, and how is that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         The school of Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, I see. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         It´s just…that…this is shit,shit,&lt;br /&gt;
                         shit, real shit, shit, you know?&lt;br /&gt;
                         Shit?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, really?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, it took me 15 hours flying&lt;br /&gt;
                         and 2000 euros to realize it, je&lt;br /&gt;
                         suis très desolé.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, better sooner than later&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         NEW YORK! WOW!I could have gone&lt;br /&gt;
                         to London or Paris, it was&lt;br /&gt;
                         nearer, it was cheaper, or even&lt;br /&gt;
                         Tokio, o I don´t fucking know,&lt;br /&gt;
                         but no… Time square, central&lt;br /&gt;
                         park, the metro..me…the met&lt;br /&gt;
                         thing. Oh, I'm walking on the&lt;br /&gt;
                         fifth avenue uhhhhh!!!Now I go to&lt;br /&gt;
                         Tiffany's and then to Broadway!&lt;br /&gt;
                         uhuhuhu! shit, shit, SHIT! I&lt;br /&gt;
                         nearly get rape in central park,&lt;br /&gt;
                         they stole my things, The subway,&lt;br /&gt;
                         THE SUBWAY doesn't have fucking&lt;br /&gt;
                         mechanical stairs! What the fuck&lt;br /&gt;
                         you do with the fucking suitcases &lt;br /&gt;
                         if the fucking underground&lt;br /&gt;
                         doesn't have fucking mechanical&lt;br /&gt;
                         stairs? Eh? Tell me! WHO WAS THE&lt;br /&gt;
                         FUCKING GENIUS? And I went to the&lt;br /&gt;
                         fucking empire state, fucking&lt;br /&gt;
                         gorgeous empire state, just to&lt;br /&gt;
                         see a fucking&lt;br /&gt;
                         cloud!!SHIT!SHIT!SHIT!FUCK! But,&lt;br /&gt;
                         you know? New York is shit.&lt;br /&gt;
                         Madrid is shit, London, Paris,&lt;br /&gt;
                         Tokio everything is shit.&lt;br /&gt;
                         everything is shit, everyone,&lt;br /&gt;
                         everything, shit shit. People are&lt;br /&gt;
                         superficial, fake. Shit. I think&lt;br /&gt;
                         that makes me a bit emotional.&lt;br /&gt;
                         I'm a writer, you know? Yeah, not&lt;br /&gt;
                         a very good one but…Shit.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    30.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                         I thought…Actually, I don´t know&lt;br /&gt;
                         what the fuck I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Wow. Sounds very deep and very&lt;br /&gt;
                         original&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Thanks, a little bit of sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;
                         is always welcome&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well. This is getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;
                         Let´s get pissed, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;
                         LAURA laughs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yes, yeah. YEAH! I have to pee&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Nice to meet you, I have to pee.&lt;br /&gt;
                         I'm Sarah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Nice to meet you, Sarah. I'm&lt;br /&gt;
                         Laura.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                              CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               BLACK SCREEN&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               New York lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. DANCE CLUB. PRIVATE PARTY. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura and Sarah are dancing extremely drunk in a party.&lt;br /&gt;
               They are laughing and drinking lots of tequila shots. They&lt;br /&gt;
               talk with all sorts of men, and dances with them very&lt;br /&gt;
               close. Sarah is trying to seduce every man of the party.&lt;br /&gt;
               Everybody is kissing with everybody. SARAH kisses LAURA.&lt;br /&gt;
               They take pictures of each other kissing. Everything is&lt;br /&gt;
               getting more and more confuse. Everything is moving in&lt;br /&gt;
               circles. The laughter and the voices are more and more&lt;br /&gt;
               distant. Laura finally falls into a very deep sleep. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                         ATTACHED TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. LOFT PARTY. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is in a private party. Everybody is taking&lt;br /&gt;
               quetamine, cocaine etc… and kissing each other(boys with&lt;br /&gt;
               boys, boys with girls, girls with girls) A  boy without a T&lt;br /&gt;
               Shirt and the left arm covered with tattoos comes to talk&lt;br /&gt;
               with Christian.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    31.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   BOY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Hello&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Hi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Silence. The boy is dancing in front of him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   BOY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         I feel like fucking, and you? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         No&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   BOY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         I have popper&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         No, thanks&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   BOY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Is it because my anus is outside?&lt;br /&gt;
                         Some like that&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         No, it's not that, Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   BOY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, you've missed it, boy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               We can see a girl who grabs a drink from the bar and walks&lt;br /&gt;
               through the bar till she reaches Christian who is standing&lt;br /&gt;
               in one corner alone drinking a corona.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GIRL 2&lt;br /&gt;
                         Hi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         HI&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GIRL 2&lt;br /&gt;
                         You wanna fuck?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         OK &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. SEX SCENE. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               We can see the body of a woman how it is touched by the&lt;br /&gt;
               hands of Laura and then by the hands of Christian. We don't&lt;br /&gt;
               see their faces just parts of their bodies, the back of the&lt;br /&gt;
               heads, hands, legs… The other girl is moaning.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    32.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                           FADE INTO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. SOMEONE'S APARTMENT. NIGHT. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura wakes up, slowly. She has a cat on top of her&lt;br /&gt;
               meowing. She is amazed. She realizes that she is naked.&lt;br /&gt;
               Somebody is sleeping next to her. She cannot she the face&lt;br /&gt;
               of the other person, only the cat on top of her. She moves&lt;br /&gt;
               slowly and she touches the person next to her. It's a&lt;br /&gt;
               woman. Laura stands up in a second and she walks in circles&lt;br /&gt;
               around the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA    &lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, my god, oh, my god, oh my god &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                           CONTINUED &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. LOFT PARTY. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian wakes up on a sofa with a girl on top of him. He&lt;br /&gt;
               tries to stand up but it is impossible to move the girl&lt;br /&gt;
               from her position. Christian shakes her, softly at first,&lt;br /&gt;
               then with more insistence but the girl is totally gone. He&lt;br /&gt;
               moves and tries to liberate his legs first. The girl moves&lt;br /&gt;
               her head and Christian can see his shirt soaked in her&lt;br /&gt;
               saliva&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. SOMEONE'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA &lt;br /&gt;
                         Fuck¡Please, lord, tell me I came&lt;br /&gt;
                         here with the clothes on. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is standing biting her nails and she starts to look&lt;br /&gt;
               for her cloths&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ropa, ropa, ropa, ah, gracias,&lt;br /&gt;
                         gracias. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is staring at the girl with her underwear on her&lt;br /&gt;
               hands. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         NOOOOOO I fuck with SARAH!?&lt;br /&gt;
                         NOOOOOOOOOOO!! me van las tias?&lt;br /&gt;
                         since when?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura gets dressed. The girl wakes up&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    33.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GIRL 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Good morning&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura stares at her. She is not SARAH. LAURA's astonished&lt;br /&gt;
               expression tells everything. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ey, good morning,&lt;br /&gt;
                         desconocida!(good morning,&lt;br /&gt;
                         stranger)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GIRL 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Come to the bed, is confy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         OH, Yeah, but...I'm sorry...I..I&lt;br /&gt;
                         have to go, I have…a...an…thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GIRL 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         OK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         I'll call you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura goes to the door but is locked. She goes back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Sorry, the keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GIRL 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The girl follows her to the door and opens the door&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GIRL 1 (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         I had a good time last night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura just smiles. The girl kisses her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         OK, EH, YEAH, me too...creo...&lt;br /&gt;
                         GOOD BYE, BYE.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. LOFT. DAY &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is trying to scape- He shakes the girl&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN &lt;br /&gt;
                         EY, EY, Wake up! Yeah, darling,&lt;br /&gt;
                         wake up!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Girl moans&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GIRL 2&lt;br /&gt;
                         Just a bit more&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    34.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         I wish that too, but I'm worried&lt;br /&gt;
                         for my arms. They're blue in&lt;br /&gt;
                         color now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The girls is sleep&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian shakes her up a little bit&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GIRL 2&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ok. Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Thank you, sweet girl! Sorry, can&lt;br /&gt;
                         you open the door for me?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GIRL 2&lt;br /&gt;
                         It's open&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ok.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               He opens the door. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                        MATCH CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. URBAN STREET. BROOKLYN. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura closes the front door. Laura is on the street. She&lt;br /&gt;
               checks her cell phone. Twenty missed calls and a message.&lt;br /&gt;
               She has a message, from Sarah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               "I just got home now. Bye, police. Fun. I hope you had fun"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         What the …?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She had send a message to Sarah before&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               "I just call 2 said you're a bitch and fuck off. I hate&lt;br /&gt;
               this f…country and I hate you. Fuck everyone"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She checks the cell phone again. Lots of unknown numbers&lt;br /&gt;
               are recorded with silly names or just repetitive letters&lt;br /&gt;
               (like pnafle, asshole, nnolgo, FATTY)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA takes out the notebook from her purse and she starts&lt;br /&gt;
               to write.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Some letters appears on the screen. &lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    35.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               4 unsolved mysteries:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Nº1: who the fuck was that one?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Nº2: which ones are the fucking whereabouts of Sarah and&lt;br /&gt;
               the reason of such a strange correspondence? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Nº3: who the fuck are all this numbers in my cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Nº4 and The most important: how come I write in perfect&lt;br /&gt;
               English when I'm fucking wasted?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               TO BE CONTINUED&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She checks her voice mail. There is a recorded message from&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;
                         "hey, hun. Well, you. i´m&lt;br /&gt;
                         in..well this morons had brought&lt;br /&gt;
                         me to the … where are we? Oh, of&lt;br /&gt;
                         yeah, IN THE STATION in front a&lt;br /&gt;
                         mcd's, in the 35th .can you pick&lt;br /&gt;
                         me up?please…I'm…"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. ENTRANCE OF POLICE STATION. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is in front of a police station.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                    LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Joder&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. INSIDE POLICE STATION. RECEPTION. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is in the entrance. She goes to speak with this&lt;br /&gt;
               handsome boy at the reception with the police uniform.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Good morning, I´m here for Sarah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   POLICE OFFICER&lt;br /&gt;
                         Last name?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                          Pues, I don´t know. She call me,&lt;br /&gt;
                         apparently you arrested her this&lt;br /&gt;
                         morning around 8 -8:30.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   POLICE OFFICER&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, the one who refused to pay&lt;br /&gt;
                         the taxi driver and called my&lt;br /&gt;
                         friends big slums and fucking&lt;br /&gt;
                         faggots?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah, I believed is that one&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    36.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   POLICE OFFICER&lt;br /&gt;
                         IT´S 200 DOLARS AND YOU CAN TAKE&lt;br /&gt;
                         HER HOME&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Puff..200?…CAN...CAN I TALK TO&lt;br /&gt;
                         HER FIRST?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. INSIDE POLICE STATION. CELLS. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah is inside a big cell. With her there are some&lt;br /&gt;
               prostitutes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         You just have to let me 200, I'll&lt;br /&gt;
                         pay you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         But I only have 170 and I don't&lt;br /&gt;
                         even know you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Come on, I know everything about&lt;br /&gt;
                         you and you know me. People can&lt;br /&gt;
                         be more honest in one party that&lt;br /&gt;
                         in a whole relationship.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         MIERDA&lt;br /&gt;
                             (shit!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. 35TH STREET. POLICE STATION ENTRANCE. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         So now what? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         I'm kind of hungry, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. TV SET. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is in the shooting of a commercial for fiber&lt;br /&gt;
               cereal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Because with more fiber, you feel&lt;br /&gt;
                         it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   DIRECTOR(V.O)&lt;br /&gt;
                         CUT. Great job.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                        MATCH CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    37.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. LAURA'S ROOM.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA is sitting on her desk trying to write on her&lt;br /&gt;
               notebook: SEC 1. INT. JFK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT. DAY. SEC&lt;br /&gt;
               3.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Someone is calling to her cell phone. Laura checks who is&lt;br /&gt;
               calling: unknown number. The number changes but she never&lt;br /&gt;
               answers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               SHE is writing and then she throws the paper away. We can&lt;br /&gt;
               hear Sarah moaning from the other room. Sarah reaches her&lt;br /&gt;
               climax and the cell phone starts to ring again. Laura opens&lt;br /&gt;
               a bottle of wine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                        MATCH CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. TV SET. DAY &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian in the same set does different commercials: Sun&lt;br /&gt;
               lotion, yogurt, condoms....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   DIRECTOR (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;
                         CUT! CUT! CUT!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                        MATCH CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. LAURA'S ROOM.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA is writing in different papers and trowing them away.&lt;br /&gt;
               We can always hear Sarah moaning in different ways. She&lt;br /&gt;
               starts to drink. One cup. Another. red wine. White wine.&lt;br /&gt;
               She gets drunker and she writes stupid things on her&lt;br /&gt;
               nothebook: two people who likes to spend the summers on&lt;br /&gt;
               pulgatory and the winters on hell. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura looks herself at the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura writes then drinks again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura burns locks of her own hair with her lighter&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She throws the papers away. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                        MATCH CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. PHOTO STUDIO. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian has several pictures done.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    38.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   PHOTOGRAPER&lt;br /&gt;
                         WELL, 450 DOLLARS. We accept visa&lt;br /&gt;
                         and master card&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                        MATCH CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. HAIRDRESSER. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   HAIRDRESSER&lt;br /&gt;
                         FUCK!!What happen with your&lt;br /&gt;
                         hair!?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The hairdresser starts to cut.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. LAURA'S ROOM.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is trying to write. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH(V.O)&lt;br /&gt;
                         FUCK! LAURA!Move, your asshole!&lt;br /&gt;
                         Laura! We're late for work!&lt;br /&gt;
                         LAURA, can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA breaths in. She has a very short hair now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. MCDONALD'S RESTAURANT.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA is on the cashier of the McDonald's restaurant. SHe&lt;br /&gt;
               has a man's uniform extra large size that hides her&lt;br /&gt;
               beautiful figure. She has to bare the stupid customers&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CUSTOMER 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         I want a Big mac, no prickles, no&lt;br /&gt;
                         onion, with bacon..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. TV SET. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   DIRECTOR 2&lt;br /&gt;
                         Try to be more dramatic. Is the&lt;br /&gt;
                         yogurt you've been waiting your&lt;br /&gt;
                         whole life to eat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. MCDOANLD'S RESTAURANT.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CUSTOMER 2 (GROUP OF GERMANS)&lt;br /&gt;
                         4 super Big Mac, one with cheese,&lt;br /&gt;
                         two with bacon,one MC chICKEN,&lt;br /&gt;
                         one sprite, 2 beers....&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    39.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Sorry, can you speak more slowly,&lt;br /&gt;
                         please?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CUSTOMER 2 (SPEAKING SLOWLY AS IF&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA WERE RETARDED)&lt;br /&gt;
                         4 super big Mac. One with...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. TV SET. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;
                         More passionate. No. NO! WHAT ARE&lt;br /&gt;
                         YOU DOING?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. MCDONALD'S RESTAURANT.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CUSTOMER 3 OLD GUY&lt;br /&gt;
                         At what time are you finishing,&lt;br /&gt;
                         morena?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. TV SET. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;
                         YES, YES!! NOW!! MORE!! One more&lt;br /&gt;
                         take!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. MCDONLAD'D RESTAURANT.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CUSTOMER 4&lt;br /&gt;
                         I TOLD YOU WITHOUT PRICKLES. It&lt;br /&gt;
                         is that damn complicated? Are you&lt;br /&gt;
                         retarded? I want to speak with&lt;br /&gt;
                         you manager&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT.TV SET. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;
                         Great! Fucking great! Man.&lt;br /&gt;
                         Amazing. Now get the fuck out of&lt;br /&gt;
                         here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. URBAN STREET. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA hurries along a street.. She is really sad. Her phone&lt;br /&gt;
               rings.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. URBAN STREET. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               CHRISTIAN is in the same street with the same sad&lt;br /&gt;
               expression. HIS PHONES RINGS&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    40.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT.  BEDROOM. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah just woke up. Her hair is a mess and she still has&lt;br /&gt;
               her make up on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         EY, Bitch&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. OFFICE.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               George, who is sitting in his desk, is elegantly dressed up&lt;br /&gt;
               with a dolce&amp;Gabanna suit checking facebook and gaydar on&lt;br /&gt;
               his computer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         EY, BITCH, How did it go?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. STREET.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Awful, this is really shit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. BEDROOM. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               SARAH stands up and looks for her clothes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Come on, it cannot be that bad!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. STREET.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         NO, It can. But, fuck it, who&lt;br /&gt;
                         cares. I won't let this morons to&lt;br /&gt;
                         tell me what I can or I cannot do&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. OFFICE. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         Don't think about it, love, and&lt;br /&gt;
                         anyway, there's a party today&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. URBAN STREET. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         I'm not sure darling. I think I'm&lt;br /&gt;
                         over parties&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. BEDROOM. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               SARAH is checking what kind of panties she is going to wea&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    41.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         nonsense, come on, this one is&lt;br /&gt;
                         different, babe, you cannot miss&lt;br /&gt;
                         this chance&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. URBAN STREET. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian and Laura cross their paths without paying&lt;br /&gt;
               attention of the other.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         You say that to every party! I&lt;br /&gt;
                         don't know, man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. OFFICE.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         Come on, babe, Come to the party,&lt;br /&gt;
                         I promise you it's going to be&lt;br /&gt;
                         great&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. URBAN STREET. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         I think about it, ok?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. BEDROOM. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH  &lt;br /&gt;
                         OK, But don't think about it too&lt;br /&gt;
                         much. 8 p.m. Downstairs. Love ya.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. OFFICE.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         Love you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. URBAN STREET. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Good bye, love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The four of them switch off their cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Damn!&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    42.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. URBAN STREET. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Music "Enamorado de la moda juvenil". &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               We can see people on the streets drinking, vomiting on the&lt;br /&gt;
               streets, boys or girls fighting with each other. People&lt;br /&gt;
               fucking in dark corners. Laura and Sarah heading to a&lt;br /&gt;
               party. Christian heading to another party with George.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                        MATCH CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. BAR. NIGHT &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               We can hear the same music. Laura and Sarah are drinking,&lt;br /&gt;
               kissing, dancing.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian drinks. Boys are kissing among themselves and&lt;br /&gt;
               using the popper.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. OFFICE. INTERVIEWS.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura goes to different job interviews for stupid jobs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               We can see Laura dressed up with different uniforms: as&lt;br /&gt;
               waitress, security,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. AUDITION. TV STUDIO. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Same music&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               CHRISTIAN is on the being focus by a camera. He is changes&lt;br /&gt;
               his clothes and hair style as the assistant says to the&lt;br /&gt;
               camera which casting it is . He is always rejected.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CASTING ASSISTANT (SHOWING TO THE&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CAMERA A DIFFERENT CLAPBOARD EACH&lt;br /&gt;
                                   TIME)&lt;br /&gt;
                         One day in our lives Audition 12.&lt;br /&gt;
                         Take one&lt;br /&gt;
                         The brave one take 3&lt;br /&gt;
                         Audition 34&lt;br /&gt;
                         Take 7&lt;br /&gt;
                         Take 10&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;
                         Thank you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               CHRISTIAN leaves the place with a sad face&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    43.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. OFFICE. TELEPHONIST.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura works for a hot line. She is sitting in front of a&lt;br /&gt;
               computer with some headsets over her head while she is&lt;br /&gt;
               drinking coke and writing on her notebook.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MAN 1(V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;
                         What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MAN 2 (V.O.) OLD MAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         You are 18? I'm 22&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GIRL 3&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, we only want to hear you&lt;br /&gt;
                         while we are fucking. Just keep&lt;br /&gt;
                         talking&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   MAN 3 (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;
                         This turns you on, eh bitch? Once&lt;br /&gt;
                         I was on the bathroom and this&lt;br /&gt;
                         guy begged me to fuck him.  I did&lt;br /&gt;
                         it and then he sucked my&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA hangs the phone. Laura takes a deep breath in and&lt;br /&gt;
               lets the air go slowly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                       FADE TO BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EVERYTHING BREAKS ONE DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. LAURA'S APARTMENT. DUSK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is in her IKEA Apartment getting ready for tonight's&lt;br /&gt;
               stupid party.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She has a shower and shaves her legs cutting herself in&lt;br /&gt;
               several places. She tries all the clothes in her wardrobe,&lt;br /&gt;
               throwing everything over the floor. Laura puts the make up&lt;br /&gt;
               on etc...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. CHRISTIAN'S ROOM. DUSK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is on his room. He dresses up with a white shirt,&lt;br /&gt;
               black trousers and black tie.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. PLASTIK BAR. DUSK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA and SARAH arrive at plastik. Laura is amazed. Plastik&lt;br /&gt;
               is a club outdoors situated on the top floor of a huge&lt;br /&gt;
               building. It has a swimming pool and an enormous bar in the&lt;br /&gt;
               middle of the area.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    44.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Around it there are several tables with  a jacuzzi and a&lt;br /&gt;
               bed each where everybody is in bikini jumping and drinking&lt;br /&gt;
               while the Dj is playing the newest electro music. The girls&lt;br /&gt;
               are dressed up in very expensive bikinis. In the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;
               all the girls are putting their makeup on with extreme&lt;br /&gt;
               precision. There are several rich arabic guys with two&lt;br /&gt;
               blonds each. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                              CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian arrives at plastik by the back door. He takes a&lt;br /&gt;
               big tray with drinks and walks around the place. People&lt;br /&gt;
               just take the drinks without looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Some of the guys are giving the girls a shower with a&lt;br /&gt;
               bottle of Moët chardon of 5 liters. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                One arabic guys grabs Laura by the waist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   ARABIC GUY &lt;br /&gt;
                         Come, habibti, let's get inside&lt;br /&gt;
                         the jacuzzi. Take the clothes&lt;br /&gt;
                         off.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura turns looking for Sarah. Sarah has already take her&lt;br /&gt;
               clothes off and is inside one jacuzzi drinking champagne.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         You go first, habibi! I go for a&lt;br /&gt;
                         drink. Yalah!yalah!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                              CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is sitting in one chair facing the show. CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
               offers her a drink. Laura just takes the drink without&lt;br /&gt;
               looking at him.  An arabic guy gives her a shower with&lt;br /&gt;
               champagne. Sarah is totally drunk. Laura gets inside the&lt;br /&gt;
               jacuzzi to take Sarah out of there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Refill! refill! (to one arabic&lt;br /&gt;
                         guy) You know, I have my period&lt;br /&gt;
                         and I want to fuck you! I miss&lt;br /&gt;
                         sex so much!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                              CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               CHRISTIAN is standing in one corner with the tray. People&lt;br /&gt;
               just pick a dink and leave without paying attention to&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian. One girl, totally drunk, starts to dance dirty&lt;br /&gt;
               with him. CHRISTIAN is uncomfortable but doesn't move.&lt;br /&gt;
               People keeps taking drinks from the tray&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                              CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA is inside the jacuzzi. One tall guy puts his hand&lt;br /&gt;
               around Laura's waist. Laura tries to move away but the&lt;br /&gt;
               jacuzzi is too crowded.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    45.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The guys are giving to the girls drinks full with vodka.&lt;br /&gt;
               One girl is jumping like crazy in one of the beds near the&lt;br /&gt;
               edge. She is going to fall. Laura goes near her and pulls&lt;br /&gt;
               her out of the bed. Guys touching the girls asses, making&lt;br /&gt;
               them  kiss between one another. Laura finds herself in the&lt;br /&gt;
               middle of those people. She looks for Sarah again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah is gone. Laura gets worried. She looks for her&lt;br /&gt;
               everywhere.  Old man with young girls... Laura goes inside&lt;br /&gt;
               the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         SARAH! Sarah, are you here?&lt;br /&gt;
               A beautiful girl all dressed up in fancy red dress has a&lt;br /&gt;
               nose bleed. She is crying and shaking. Somebody broke her&lt;br /&gt;
               nose. Her friend is next to her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         What happen? who did this?&lt;br /&gt;
               The girl is not able to answer, she is too frightened.&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is really angry.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Who the fuck did this?I'm going&lt;br /&gt;
                         to fucking kill him. QUien sea el&lt;br /&gt;
                         hijo puta se va a cagar&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura steps outside the bathroom. The arabic guys are&lt;br /&gt;
               outside.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Who the fuck hit her? Who was it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               One man dressed with a black t-shirt and some jeans, from&lt;br /&gt;
               you can tell works out in the gym a lot, raises his hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         It was you, your motherfucker,&lt;br /&gt;
                         Maricon. How dare you? Who the&lt;br /&gt;
                         fuck you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   ARABIC GUY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Laura, relax&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         I'm going to fucking kill you,&lt;br /&gt;
                         your faggot, hijo de puta,&lt;br /&gt;
                         maricón.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SECURITY GUY&lt;br /&gt;
                         It wasn't ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   ARABIC GUY 2&lt;br /&gt;
                         Laura, Roudy found the girl. We&lt;br /&gt;
                         don't know who did it&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    46.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, fuck!&lt;br /&gt;
                         Where is Sarah?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   PAKISTANI GUY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         She was throwing up in the pool,&lt;br /&gt;
                         I don't know where she is now&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA goes inside the bathroom. The girl with the broken&lt;br /&gt;
               nose is with a nurse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Suddenly SARAH steps inside the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Laura, I've throw up&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         I know&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA just grabs her by the arm and pulls her to the&lt;br /&gt;
               outside. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. URBAN STREET. OUTSIDE PLASTIK. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA is waiting for a cab with Sarah. She check how much&lt;br /&gt;
               money she has on the purse. 5 dollars. She has not enough&lt;br /&gt;
               money. A man puts his arm around Laura's waist and speaks&lt;br /&gt;
               into her ear. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   ARABIC 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Let me take you home&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura turns. He faces the two man from the party upstairs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   PAKISTANI 1 &lt;br /&gt;
                         Yes, let's go to my place&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         No,No. We are going home, But it&lt;br /&gt;
                         was fun, thank you. It was nice&lt;br /&gt;
                         meeting you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   ARABIC 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         This is too far from your home.&lt;br /&gt;
                         You don't have money. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         No, I can manage. Thank you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         NO, let's go. I want to go. It's&lt;br /&gt;
                         too soon. After party! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   ARABIC 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah, after party!&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    47.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         No. We are going home. We have to&lt;br /&gt;
                         work tomorrow. Sarah, come here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               PAKISTANI speaks to Laura's ear&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   PAKISTANI 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Darling, beautiful, Don't be&lt;br /&gt;
                         rude, please. We invited you to&lt;br /&gt;
                         our party, you had drinks for&lt;br /&gt;
                         free and now you are just&lt;br /&gt;
                         leaving(the guy puts his arm&lt;br /&gt;
                         around Laura's waist) Come on,&lt;br /&gt;
                         just one drink, I promise. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA is really intimidated. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               CHRISTIAN is also leaving the place. He is waiting for a&lt;br /&gt;
               cab, he looks tired and he is wearing the uniform. Laura&lt;br /&gt;
               looks at him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         OK. But first we drop my friend&lt;br /&gt;
                         at home. She is not fine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah is kissing the arabic guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   PAKISTANI 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         I think she is doing great. I'm&lt;br /&gt;
                         going for the car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian has stopped one taxi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         OK. We'll wait for you here.&lt;br /&gt;
                         Sarah, here, now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah does as she is told like a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;
                          &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   ARABIC GUY&lt;br /&gt;
                         Habibi, we will here in 5&lt;br /&gt;
                         seconds. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The two guys disappear. Laura takes Sarah by the hand and&lt;br /&gt;
               she steps inside Christian's taxi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. INSIDE THE CAB. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Hi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura closes the door. Sarah lays over Laura's legs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         EH, HI?&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    48.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Where are we going?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Brooklyn?! do you mind to go to&lt;br /&gt;
                         113 st manhattan? perfect. Taxi,&lt;br /&gt;
                         drive, 113 st upper west side.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The taxi starts to move.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                          I'm sorry but...maybe you should&lt;br /&gt;
                         get another taxi... I don't want&lt;br /&gt;
                         to be rude, but I don't have&lt;br /&gt;
                         money and well, I'm not&lt;br /&gt;
                         interested. So&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         No, negative, not possible. I&lt;br /&gt;
                         cannot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         You cannot?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               SARAH vomits over laura's lap.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         You see? taxi, 113st upper west&lt;br /&gt;
                         side&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         But...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         I'll pay, man, don't you  worry.&lt;br /&gt;
                         (To Sarah) There you go, all out.&lt;br /&gt;
                         Better out than in, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
                         (She kisses Sarah on the back of&lt;br /&gt;
                         he head) &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian tries to look somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               SARAH keeps vomiting over Laura. Laura touches it with the&lt;br /&gt;
               hand by mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         OH, FUCK! Sarah! Not on my hand!&lt;br /&gt;
                         It is enough on the dress.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She throws some of the vomit on christian's shirt and&lt;br /&gt;
               cleans her hand on the sit&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    49.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         It's ok. I should get off&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         No, please! I don't have money&lt;br /&gt;
                         and &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         You said you were going to pay&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         not today, but I will I swear.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         I'm sorry, but, I told you I'm&lt;br /&gt;
                         not interested&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Interested?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         You know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         No, I don't&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         I don't need a...I'm sorry I'm&lt;br /&gt;
                         leaving. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Please, I need you. Those guys&lt;br /&gt;
                         wanted to rape us, my hormonal&lt;br /&gt;
                         excited friend is totally pissed&lt;br /&gt;
                         and I don't have money.  Please,&lt;br /&gt;
                         just this once.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN &lt;br /&gt;
                         SHIT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura kisses him on the check.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Silence&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         So, where are you from, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         How funny? Me too. No, I'm from&lt;br /&gt;
                         Spain, from Madrid. You know?&lt;br /&gt;
                         Where Penelope Cruz comes from.&lt;br /&gt;
                         You know?&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    50.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah, I know. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         You know? Ah. I saw her once.&lt;br /&gt;
                         When I was a little girl. I was&lt;br /&gt;
                         walking with my mother near&lt;br /&gt;
                         Retiro and she passed by our&lt;br /&gt;
                         side. I didn't pay attention to&lt;br /&gt;
                         her first, She was only famous in&lt;br /&gt;
                         Spain and I didn't know who the&lt;br /&gt;
                         fuck was her, of course, but my&lt;br /&gt;
                         mother said:'look! She is&lt;br /&gt;
                         Penelope Cruz, the actress' And I&lt;br /&gt;
                         looked up. My gosh, she was&lt;br /&gt;
                         incredible. She was wearing a&lt;br /&gt;
                         long white coat, with sun glasses&lt;br /&gt;
                         covering half of her face,&lt;br /&gt;
                         walking with this...  you know?&lt;br /&gt;
                         This white hairy cat on her arms.&lt;br /&gt;
                         She looked like a goddess. I&lt;br /&gt;
                         think she inspired me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         You want to be an actress?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         NO, my Gosh&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Why not my Gosh?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         I cannot act, even if it was to&lt;br /&gt;
                         save my life. I want to be a&lt;br /&gt;
                         writer. Write stories with&lt;br /&gt;
                         incredible women and incredible&lt;br /&gt;
                         plots. But, instead of that, I'm&lt;br /&gt;
                         here with all this temporal&lt;br /&gt;
                         bearable shit trying to find out&lt;br /&gt;
                         what the fuck I want.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Bearable shit...Well, I'm an&lt;br /&gt;
                         actor. Or trying to be one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Really?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yes. I know it is hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;
                         with this shirt covered with some&lt;br /&gt;
                         stranger's vomit&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah, it is hard&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    51.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Thank you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         You are welcome. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian smiles. Laura looks at him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         I'm from Arkansas. Christian&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Laura, still from Madrid. Nice to&lt;br /&gt;
                         meet you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT.  URBAN STREET. OUTSIDE LAURA'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The taxi arrives at 113st. Christian has to step out first.&lt;br /&gt;
               Then Laura. They both try to pull Sarah out who is half&lt;br /&gt;
               conscious.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Come on, gorgeous, we're home!&lt;br /&gt;
                         Shit!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Just...OK, let me. Sarah? Sarah,&lt;br /&gt;
                         hold on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Wow, who are you? (She steps out&lt;br /&gt;
                         of the taxi clumsily)you smell&lt;br /&gt;
                         good. You know? I have my &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah, yeah, yalah, baby, a la&lt;br /&gt;
                         camita.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The three of them reach the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, this is it. Just let me&lt;br /&gt;
                         take her upstairs and I look for&lt;br /&gt;
                         my atm card &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         It's ok. really. Actually, It was&lt;br /&gt;
                         fun. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         No, come on, I insist&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         The subway is opening in one hour&lt;br /&gt;
                         or so, I'll just take a walk till&lt;br /&gt;
                         then&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    52.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, come upstairs and wait&lt;br /&gt;
                         there. AT least that. Just a cup&lt;br /&gt;
                         of coffee. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ok.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         OK. Bella, no, no sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;
                         here. Let's go upstairs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Let me help you. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         It's OK.  No. Just hold the door&lt;br /&gt;
                         for me. Yeah, that's good.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                        MATCH CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. LAURA'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is holding Laura's apartment door as Laura and&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah step inside the house. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Just sit on the sofa. I'll be&lt;br /&gt;
                         back in 15 min. You can have&lt;br /&gt;
                         whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         OK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura undresses Sarah and then she takes her own clothes&lt;br /&gt;
               off and puts everything inside the washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                              CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is sitting on the couch, looking around but&lt;br /&gt;
               without daring to move.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                              CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA and SARAH are having a shower together. Laura is&lt;br /&gt;
               washing Sarah's hair as she was Sarah's mother. Sarah is&lt;br /&gt;
               complaining with moans. Then Laura dries Sarah with the&lt;br /&gt;
               towel. Laura puts Sarah on the bed and covers her with a&lt;br /&gt;
               blanket. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                              CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is in the same position as before as Laura steps&lt;br /&gt;
               into the living room.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    53.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Do you want some ice cream? I&lt;br /&gt;
                         have some pistachio ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         OK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA gets the ice cream from the fridge, after serving in&lt;br /&gt;
               two jags she sits on the sofa next to Christian. They are&lt;br /&gt;
               just eating ice cream no speaking to one another&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         It's good&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah. It is. (Pause) I like this&lt;br /&gt;
                         one and mint chocolate ice&lt;br /&gt;
                         cream,Specially when they have&lt;br /&gt;
                         big pieces of black chocolate&lt;br /&gt;
                         inside&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, wow,yeah, mint chocolate is&lt;br /&gt;
                         very good too. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian and Laura don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               SILENCE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah. That is awesome. I love ice&lt;br /&gt;
                         cream, specially when I've been&lt;br /&gt;
                         drinking.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Wow.I like fries.when I'm drunk.&lt;br /&gt;
                         French fries.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Really? Sometimes I buy some at&lt;br /&gt;
                         McD's. Fries with mayonnaise at 5&lt;br /&gt;
                         am is the best thing in life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Silence. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah. That's awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               They both keep eating the ice cream silently.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Good place&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah, it is. And the rent is not&lt;br /&gt;
                         that bad though.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    54.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Wow, That's good&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah. It's even more expensive a&lt;br /&gt;
                         smaller flat in Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Wow&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Silence&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         You know? I'm kind of sleepy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         OH, OK, Well...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         No, you can sleep here. Just let&lt;br /&gt;
                         me get some blankets.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She just gets up. Laura appears with some blankets and some&lt;br /&gt;
               of her own T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Just put this on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian takes his shirt off and he puts a pink extra&lt;br /&gt;
               large shirt on instead.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, Shit, I forgot. You also have&lt;br /&gt;
                         vomit on you shirt. I put it on&lt;br /&gt;
                         the washing machine,if it's that&lt;br /&gt;
                         ok.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         OK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, good night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Good night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura closes the door behind her. We see Christian on the&lt;br /&gt;
               couch wearing the pink T-Shirt. We can hear how Laura gets&lt;br /&gt;
               inside the bed. Christian stands up slowly. He gets his&lt;br /&gt;
               Shirt from the washing machine and leaves the apartment&lt;br /&gt;
               silently.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                        MATCH CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    55.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura from her bedroom can hear how the door is closed and&lt;br /&gt;
               she closes her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. LAURA'S APARTMENT. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah is watching some documentary on tv about Los Angeles:&lt;br /&gt;
               life and style in L.A. Suddenly She observes the time on&lt;br /&gt;
               her watch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is on her bed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Laura!? Laura!! LAURAAAAAAA!!! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura checks the time. Is 10 in the morning. Sarah steps&lt;br /&gt;
               into the room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Laura! Are you alive?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Maybe. What the hell do you want?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         We have to go to the hell of the&lt;br /&gt;
                         job&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Shit!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA gets up in a second.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. URBAN STREET. NEAR INTERMEDIATE TELECOMMUNICATIONS&lt;br /&gt;
               SERVICE. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA and SARAH are running like mad on the street. They&lt;br /&gt;
               finally get at work. They call at work using the&lt;br /&gt;
               interphone. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   BOSS (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Who is it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         IT's us. Laura and Sarah. Sorry&lt;br /&gt;
                         we are late.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   BOSS (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;
                         I'm sorry too. You are fired.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         What? That's not possible&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   BOSS (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, yeah, it is. What did you&lt;br /&gt;
                         think? That this is high school,&lt;br /&gt;
                         that you can show up at any time?&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    56.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                         This is real life, hun and in&lt;br /&gt;
                         real life one has to take things&lt;br /&gt;
                         seriously. You cannot be the prom&lt;br /&gt;
                         queen for the rest of your life,&lt;br /&gt;
                         hun. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Sorry, hun, if I don't take very&lt;br /&gt;
                         seriously working for a hot line!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         No, no, no, shut up (whispering)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Maybe it is a serious job for you&lt;br /&gt;
                         stealing from those bastards 3$&lt;br /&gt;
                         the minute pretending you are a&lt;br /&gt;
                         hot 18 year old slut.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   BOSS (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;
                         At least I don't fuck the&lt;br /&gt;
                         bastards for real, as you two&lt;br /&gt;
                         whores do every night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                          Fuck you. You know? Fuck you,&lt;br /&gt;
                         Bicth! AT least some wants to&lt;br /&gt;
                         fuck us. Say that about your&lt;br /&gt;
                         husband, puta. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura starts to walk away. Sarah follows her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Don't you talk to me! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         We will get another job, we&lt;br /&gt;
                         always do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         What? Another shitty job? Are&lt;br /&gt;
                         there even more shitty jobs left&lt;br /&gt;
                         for us out there? That is what&lt;br /&gt;
                         you want to do. From shitty job&lt;br /&gt;
                         to shitty job. That is what you&lt;br /&gt;
                         want to do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Are you pissed off because that&lt;br /&gt;
                         guy left without saying anything&lt;br /&gt;
                         at all?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         What? Like: thanks for make me&lt;br /&gt;
                         pay 65 $ for nothing and the&lt;br /&gt;
                         extra free throw up of my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
                         How can he resist those lovely&lt;br /&gt;
                         charms?&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    57.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         You are pissed off!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         No.NO.No. I am. I am pissed off,&lt;br /&gt;
                         yeah, I'm pissed off with&lt;br /&gt;
                         everything. I'm pissed off with&lt;br /&gt;
                         life...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Pissed off with life? (she&lt;br /&gt;
                         laughs) can you be more dramatic,&lt;br /&gt;
                         please?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Fuck you. Yeah, fuck you. I'm&lt;br /&gt;
                         pissed off with you. I'm pissed&lt;br /&gt;
                         off with me. I don't know why I'm&lt;br /&gt;
                         still with you. &lt;br /&gt;
                         I'm fucking pissed off, yeah. And&lt;br /&gt;
                         you know what?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               SARAH just stares at her ironically. Laura gets closer to&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D) WHISPERING&lt;br /&gt;
                         I'm fucking leaving. There is&lt;br /&gt;
                         your what. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura walks away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         SO? Let's leave, drama queen. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Are you coming to Spain with me&lt;br /&gt;
                         now?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         No, stupid. Let's go to L.A&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Silence&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         What?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. GEORGE APARTMENT.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         L.A&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         L.A&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         L.A. Yes&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    58.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         L.A.  Darling. You think that is&lt;br /&gt;
                         realistic?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         No&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         You don't know anyone in  L.A&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Here I know people and I'm not&lt;br /&gt;
                         doing nothing, so,Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         Just be a bit patient, maybe you&lt;br /&gt;
                         can...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         To be a waiter in creepy parties?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         And when are you leaving?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         Wow&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         Wow&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         I know&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         well, Write me on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         I will. Wait, I don't have you&lt;br /&gt;
                         added&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         George Boudoir. You will&lt;br /&gt;
                         recognize me in the picture &lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    59.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         OK. Well, we keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah. Wow. (Pause) You don't know &lt;br /&gt;
                         of someone who wants to rent a&lt;br /&gt;
                         room in New York, do you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                              CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Hola, Los angeles, HI, l.a &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. OUTSIDE LOS ANGELES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura and Sarah are waiting in the LAX Shuttle &amp; Airline&lt;br /&gt;
               Connections for a free shuttle to the METRO GREEN LINE.&lt;br /&gt;
               They have lots of suitcases.  The shuttle arrives and they&lt;br /&gt;
               get inside.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. OUTSIDE LOS ANGELES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is waiting the same bus and he gets inside&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. AIRPORT SHUTTLE BUS. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura starts to listen to "another lonly Day" of Ben Harper&lt;br /&gt;
               as she is looking the landscape from the window&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. AIRPORT SHUTTLE BUS. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is doing the same with the same music.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. APARTMENT.DUSK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura and Sarah arrive at their new apartment. They are&lt;br /&gt;
               exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Let's go get pissed &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura looks at her for a couple of seconds. She checks the&lt;br /&gt;
               time on her wrist watch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ok&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                       FADE TO BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    60.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. NIGHT CLUB NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               We can see a very empty bar. All the people are situated in&lt;br /&gt;
               the bar, waiting for their drinks. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura and Sarah are in a club. They both go to the bar to&lt;br /&gt;
               order a drink. They danced. Laura is very bored and&lt;br /&gt;
               checking her watch all the time. Suddenly Laura spots&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian. She can see how Christian goes to the bar to&lt;br /&gt;
               order a drink. Laura observes his movements ad hides from&lt;br /&gt;
               him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is talking with an another girl. Laura starts to&lt;br /&gt;
               dance with an unknown boy. At first the dance is something&lt;br /&gt;
               innocent but it turns into something more passionate as the&lt;br /&gt;
               conversation between Christian and the girl gets more&lt;br /&gt;
               intense.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian goes to the bathroom. Laura looks for Sarah but&lt;br /&gt;
               this one is missing. Finally, Christian and Laura bump into&lt;br /&gt;
               each other.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Hola&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is surprise&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Hi, wow...what ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         What am I doing here? What are&lt;br /&gt;
                         you doing here, Wow? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Wow. Well...I just wanted to&lt;br /&gt;
                         come.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Wow. I love having conversation&lt;br /&gt;
                         with you. so deep. So full with&lt;br /&gt;
                         contents, so full of wow. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         I don't know what else to say&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         I think that's pretty obvious at&lt;br /&gt;
                         the moment&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Like you are unable to shut up?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ohh!!easy With the compliments&lt;br /&gt;
                         there&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    61.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well...It's true. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Wow. Ok. Nice seeing you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura walks away. Christian is quite. Christian stands up&lt;br /&gt;
               and follows her. Christian takes Laura by the arm. They&lt;br /&gt;
               stay quite for a while. Laura looks at him waiting for&lt;br /&gt;
               something. Christian just looks at her. Then he lets her&lt;br /&gt;
               arm go. Laura leaves the place. Christian puts his hands on&lt;br /&gt;
               his head and then follows to the exit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. OUTSIDE NIGHT CLUB. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is leaving as fast as she cans. Christians takes her&lt;br /&gt;
               arm making her turn.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         What the fuck you want?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian kisses Laura. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Taxi!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. LAURA'S L.A. APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura and Christian arrive at Laura's apartment. Laura&lt;br /&gt;
               switches on the light.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, my new home. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               They go inside the living room&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         You want something?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         No. It's ok&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ok.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura kisses him. They kiss in a more passionate way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Sorry, I..I have to go to the&lt;br /&gt;
                         bathroom. Just...ok&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    62.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura gets inside her bedroom. She hides some stuff under&lt;br /&gt;
               the bed. She checks her underwear. She urinates in the&lt;br /&gt;
               bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                              CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian looks around.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                              CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura puts perfume is her private parts and she checks if&lt;br /&gt;
               her legs are properly shaved.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                Laura goes back in the living room. They start to kiss&lt;br /&gt;
               again. They go to Laura's bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, the... the shoes. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ok&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               They both take off their shoes. They start to kiss again.&lt;br /&gt;
               They both lay on the bed. The keep kissing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         You want to keep the lights on or&lt;br /&gt;
                         should I switch them off?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         I don't care.  It's fine like&lt;br /&gt;
                         this&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ok&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                They kiss again. Laura takes her shirt off. Christian does&lt;br /&gt;
               the same. More kissing. Very realistic sex scene.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                        MATCH CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Once they are finished they both go to sleep. Christian is&lt;br /&gt;
               going to hug Laura but she sleeps facing the roof.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         You always sleep like this?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah. Back problem.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, ok. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Buenas noches&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    63.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               They kiss and Christian faces the other side of the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                        MATCH CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. LAURA'S APARTMENT. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura wakes up. They are sleeping in the same position.&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura checks on Christian raising the head a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is still sleeping. Laura checks the time, it is&lt;br /&gt;
               9:27. Laura tries to go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. URBAN STREET. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah exits one building with a different T-shirt and with&lt;br /&gt;
               the high heel shoes on her hand. SHe looks at the signs.&lt;br /&gt;
               SHe is lost. She keeps walking on an empty street.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She tries to make a phone. No battery.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. LAURA'S APARTMENT. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura checks the time again. 09:53. Christian is still&lt;br /&gt;
               sleep. 10:10, 10:13... Laura gets up and walks towards the&lt;br /&gt;
               bathroom facing Christian and covering her breasts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura brushes her teeth. She has the make up on. She washes&lt;br /&gt;
               her face and puts some eye liner on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                 Christian is still sleep. Laura stays standing on her&lt;br /&gt;
               feet for some seconds watching him and figuring what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                Laura looks for her underwear. Christian wakes up. Laura&lt;br /&gt;
               is putting her underwear on. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Nowhere. I just normally wake up&lt;br /&gt;
                         early.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian moans and stretches on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         You want some breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ok.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura goes to the kitchen-living room. Christian puts some&lt;br /&gt;
               clothes on. Laura prepares cereals from different packages&lt;br /&gt;
               with milk. They both eat in silence.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    64.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         What are you doing today?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         I have an audition&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         WOW. What is it for?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ah...well, it's for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Wow. Amazing. An audition for A&lt;br /&gt;
                         movie.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura laughs but she laughs alone so she shuts up at the&lt;br /&gt;
               end. She looks at Christian. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, I should be going.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ok.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         But...ah, give me you number.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, yes, haha just wait. One&lt;br /&gt;
                         second. I didn't memorize my&lt;br /&gt;
                         number.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura looks for her cell phone, she finds it. She looks for&lt;br /&gt;
               her number but she cannot find it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ahh!!stupid Phone. Just give me&lt;br /&gt;
                         yours and I give you a miss call.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ok. Is the 5674867&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura calls him. We can hear his ring tone, a funny ring&lt;br /&gt;
               tone, like austin powers film intro. They keep silence for&lt;br /&gt;
               a moment. Christian switches off the cell phone with a&lt;br /&gt;
               quick and embarrassed movement. Laura follows him till the&lt;br /&gt;
               door. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, see you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah. Good luck with the audition&lt;br /&gt;
                         for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    65.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian just nods. Laura closes the door and sights.&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura goes to the kitchen to wash the dishes when Sarah&lt;br /&gt;
               walks in and she bangs the door behind her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah locks herself in her room. Laura knocks on her door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         What the fuck, Sarah? What&lt;br /&gt;
                         happen?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               There is no response from the room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Sarah. Talk to me. Sa...fuck it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura sits in front of her laptop and enters on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah is online. Laura opens a chat with her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura: 'what the fuck, Sarah?' 'Sarah?' 'Come to the living&lt;br /&gt;
               room and talk to me. I hate this fucked up thing'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               After some seconds of no response.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah: 'you left me alone'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura: 'what?' 'what the fuck r u talking about?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah: 'last night, ur idiot. You left without me. Just&lt;br /&gt;
               leave me alone, ok'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura: 'well, aren't you a grown up now?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah: 'wats that suppose to mean?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura: 'Sorry, hun but I can't babysit you for the rest of&lt;br /&gt;
               my life' &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah: 'fuck you, bitch. Who d fuck u think u r? I don't&lt;br /&gt;
               need you. I don't even stand you anymore. Just leave me&lt;br /&gt;
               alone'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura: 'Sorry, hun, but I think you don't stand yourself'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah: 'u don't stand urself. And at least I'm not chasing&lt;br /&gt;
               a guy who doesn't want to C me '&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura: 'No, you just fuck them all and then you cannot c&lt;br /&gt;
               them. At least Be a person and talk to my face.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah: 'Fuck you. There is nothin left 2 say. I don't want&lt;br /&gt;
               2 c u ever again. I don't want 2 hear from u. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura: 'Fuck you'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah: 'fuck u'&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    66.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                laura: 'Come to the fucking living room, Sarah'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               There is no reply. Laura is sited on the couch. A couple of&lt;br /&gt;
               minutes later Sarah steps out of the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Hello&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Hi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah is serious, trying to prove she is control. Sarah is&lt;br /&gt;
               going to sit on the other side of the couch and for that&lt;br /&gt;
               she has to walk between the table and Laura sited on the&lt;br /&gt;
               couch. As Sarah is reaching the other side of the sofa,&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura takes Sarah's hand. The reaction is instantaneous,&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah starts to cry like a child so does Laura at the end.&lt;br /&gt;
               Both of them hug and cry like idiots.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         You can't say that. You can't say&lt;br /&gt;
                         you don't want to hear from me.&lt;br /&gt;
                         No before I say it, bitch&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah laughs and cries.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         How can I say that? I need you. I &lt;br /&gt;
                         love you. You are my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;
                         I love you, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         I love you too. we are just two&lt;br /&gt;
                         good pair of sluts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               They kiss on the lips like sisters and they hug.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                          Oh. My god. Too much drama for a&lt;br /&gt;
                         Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Let's have some breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. AUDITION. TV STUDIO. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian situates himself in front of the camera and&lt;br /&gt;
               recites his sentences &lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    67.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         I know it can be confusing, even&lt;br /&gt;
                         hard,but not always things are as&lt;br /&gt;
                         we have expected, nothing is how&lt;br /&gt;
                         they had explained to us. They&lt;br /&gt;
                         brought us into this world and&lt;br /&gt;
                         then they let us alone in the&lt;br /&gt;
                         dark. Joana, what I'm trying to&lt;br /&gt;
                         say, what... you are dead, Joana,&lt;br /&gt;
                         you are and now it is time for&lt;br /&gt;
                         you to go. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CASTING DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;
                         No, no, no. You are the dead. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CASTING DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;
                         On the scene. You are an angel&lt;br /&gt;
                         trying to explain your best&lt;br /&gt;
                         friend that you have became an&lt;br /&gt;
                         angel&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, but by the instructions I&lt;br /&gt;
                         understood I was telling my&lt;br /&gt;
                         friend he was dead&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CASTING DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;
                         No, you are the dead. It is clear&lt;br /&gt;
                         in the instructions&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CASTING DIRECTOR AUXILIAR&lt;br /&gt;
                         Actually, I thought it was the&lt;br /&gt;
                         other way around as he is saying&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CASTING DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;
                         Try again (ignoring)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well...uh.... (coughs) Joana,&lt;br /&gt;
                         I'm...sorry, I don't know what to&lt;br /&gt;
                         say now I haven't prepared it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CASTING DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;
                         Come on, try again. Remember, you&lt;br /&gt;
                         are the angel&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         But...Ok...well... Joana, don't&lt;br /&gt;
                         be afraid... It is me. John.&lt;br /&gt;
                         Everything is clear now.&lt;br /&gt;
                         Everything is...how it was&lt;br /&gt;
                         suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    68.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CASTING DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ok.ok. Thank you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is leaving&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CASTING DIRECTOR (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Can you sing?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         The angel sings?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. OUTSIDE MOVIE STUDIO. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is walking. He makes starts to write a messsage&lt;br /&gt;
               on his cell phone. 'Hi, I just get out...'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. LAURA'S APARTMENT. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is sited on her desk trying to write when she&lt;br /&gt;
               receives a message from Christian&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               ' Hi. I just get out:) I want 2 C u 2nite. wat d u reckon?&lt;br /&gt;
               some movie and good wine? My place or urs?' &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. OUTSIDE MOVIE STUDIO. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is walking when he receives a message.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               'uhhh...who are you?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                             (to himself)who are you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               He starts to write&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. LAURA'S APARTMENT. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura receives a message. She laughs. 'I'm Christian'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. OUTSIDE MOVIE STUDIO. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian receives a message.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               'cristian???'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. LAURA'S APARTMENT. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               'cHristian from dis mornin, remember?'&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    69.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. OUTSIDE MOVIE STUDIO. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               'cristian?wat cristian?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. LAURA'S APARTMENT. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura cannot stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;
                         'CHRISTIAN the actor who had been&lt;br /&gt;
                         at your place this morning.&lt;br /&gt;
                         CHRISTIAN from arkansas.&lt;br /&gt;
                         Christian from New york!dat&lt;br /&gt;
                         christian'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. OUTSIDE MOVIE STUDIO.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is waiting for the answer what this one is not&lt;br /&gt;
               coming. He walks and walks and checks the cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;
               Finally he receives a message and he smiles at reading it.&lt;br /&gt;
                         'I cannot believe you r still&lt;br /&gt;
                         following this fish conversation.&lt;br /&gt;
                         Would you be a man and call me,&lt;br /&gt;
                         cHristian from arkansas?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. LAURA'S APARTMENT. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura's cell phone vibrates. Christian is calling. She&lt;br /&gt;
               smiles, clears her throat and picks up the phone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         (sexy voice) ¿Si?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. OUTSIDE MOVIE STUDIO. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Hola&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. LAURA'S APARTMENT. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Hola, Christian the actor. It is&lt;br /&gt;
                         good to hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. OUTSIDE MOVIE STUDIO.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         So, can we meet tonight?&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    70.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. CHRISTIAN'S APARTMENT. DUSK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ummm. Let me see. Maybe&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                        MATCH CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura and Christian are kissing laying naked over the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA &lt;br /&gt;
                         Tell me a place you always wanted&lt;br /&gt;
                         to be&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN &lt;br /&gt;
                         Ehh, I don´t know. Maybe, Paris&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Paris. Wow. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         What? What's wrong with Paris?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         No, nothing. It just, it sounds&lt;br /&gt;
                         so...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         SO what?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         So..how do you...cursi...corny&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Corny?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         So typical. But, you know, maybe&lt;br /&gt;
                         one day...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         And New york wasn't typical&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         No no. No like Paris. Paris is&lt;br /&gt;
                         typical and corny. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Shut up&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Make me.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    71.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         I will&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               He kisses Laura on the forehead, on the nose, on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         You will shut up now?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         I said Make me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian goes to kiss in a lower place.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian and Laura start dating more often. They have sex&lt;br /&gt;
               every night, they watch movies on a laptop, They kiss, they&lt;br /&gt;
               have showers together, they cook. They argue about stupid&lt;br /&gt;
               things  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                        MATCH CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;
               Once they have a discussion. It is dusk. Laura leaves&lt;br /&gt;
               banging the entrance door. Christian goes after her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Laura!! come here!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is running and she is far away now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         (crying) Fuck you!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura runs and gets inside of an alley. Christian gets&lt;br /&gt;
               inside the car that is parked outside and chases her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura enters in an construction site. She passes the wooden&lt;br /&gt;
               barrier. It is a new chalet. Nobody is inside. She goes til&lt;br /&gt;
               the top where is a swimming pool. She can see how&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian's car passes by. She lays on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Chris look for her everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT.LAURA'S APARTMENT. DUSK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura arrives home. Sarah is unconscious over the couch&lt;br /&gt;
               with the saliva falling from her chin, still dressed up&lt;br /&gt;
               with party clothes. One unknown guy is laying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;
               of the communal bathroom. He is sleeping. Laura goes to her&lt;br /&gt;
               room and starts packing her suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. STREET.NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is looking for Laura.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    72.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. HIGHWAY. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian finds Laura asking for a lift on an exit highway.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Laura, what the fuck are you&lt;br /&gt;
                         doing? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         What the fuck am I doing? I´m&lt;br /&gt;
                         leaving, but the fuck you think&lt;br /&gt;
                         I'm doing. I´m tired of this&lt;br /&gt;
                         country, is the same shit all&lt;br /&gt;
                         over again. I'm tired of this&lt;br /&gt;
                         people, I´m tired of you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         That´s not truth, come here,&lt;br /&gt;
                         Laura, let´s talk&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         I don't wanna talk. There's&lt;br /&gt;
                         nothing to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Laura, will you please come here?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                          It´s LAURA. My name is LAURA.&lt;br /&gt;
                         NOT LORA, Lura, o that English&lt;br /&gt;
                         shit. LAURA. No. Don't touch me.&lt;br /&gt;
                         Fuck you. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She starts to run&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         you, fuck, you're arrogant prick,&lt;br /&gt;
                         come here, I SAID&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         No&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Shit, let's talk, Laura, come on.&lt;br /&gt;
                         Don´t be a child&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         You are the fucking child, your&lt;br /&gt;
                         asshole. I´m tired of you. Has&lt;br /&gt;
                         been a hell of three weeks. Just&lt;br /&gt;
                         leave me alone, ok? &lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    73.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Are you tired of me? I don´t&lt;br /&gt;
                         think so, baby. I know what your&lt;br /&gt;
                         problem is, you just don´t know&lt;br /&gt;
                         what the fuck you want, Laura,&lt;br /&gt;
                         just face it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         OH thank you very much for the&lt;br /&gt;
                         free psychoanalysis, doctor, you&lt;br /&gt;
                         save me the 100 bucks. I suppose&lt;br /&gt;
                         you know what you want, don´t&lt;br /&gt;
                         you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         YES, in fact I do, your arrogant&lt;br /&gt;
                         prick&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         So what the fuck do you want, eh?&lt;br /&gt;
                         Tell me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         I just want&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         You just want to fuck me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Of course I want to fuck you! And &lt;br /&gt;
                         I want to make love to you. I&lt;br /&gt;
                         want to have showers with you and&lt;br /&gt;
                         breakfast. I want to don't have&lt;br /&gt;
                         to talk about anything and I want&lt;br /&gt;
                         to talk about everything. I want&lt;br /&gt;
                         to watch stupid movies on your&lt;br /&gt;
                         tiny old laptop and fall sleep on&lt;br /&gt;
                         your couch. I even want to hear&lt;br /&gt;
                         you snore. Laura, I'm sorry but I&lt;br /&gt;
                         want to keep seeing you and you&lt;br /&gt;
                         have to suck that up, darling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura has her mouth open. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Shit! man!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         What?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    74.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, what?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, I suppose I have to stay it&lt;br /&gt;
                         this fucked up country now, don´t&lt;br /&gt;
                         I?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         why?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Because I also want to hear you&lt;br /&gt;
                         snore and keep fucking you,what&lt;br /&gt;
                         else?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. CHRISTIAN'S APARTMENT. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura and Christian are making love. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GIRL (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;
                         I love you. I love you. I love&lt;br /&gt;
                         you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                             FADE OUT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. OFFICE.DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian has unsuccessful audition.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. URBAN STREET. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Christian is out from the audition. He takes his cell phone&lt;br /&gt;
               out of his pocket. He looks to one side and the other of&lt;br /&gt;
               the street. He writes a message to Laura. He is crossing&lt;br /&gt;
               the street as he is writing the message 'I need to c u. I&lt;br /&gt;
               mi ....A car hits him and he flies away. It is a blue BMW&lt;br /&gt;
               Individual Serie 6 Coupé&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT.LAURA'S APARTMENT. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is writing on her laptop a new script. She checks her&lt;br /&gt;
               cell phone, it is 15:30 and no messages. She tries to keep&lt;br /&gt;
               writing but she cannot. Laura goes to the kitchen. She&lt;br /&gt;
               turns on the kettle. She prepares some instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura checks the cell phone again. No message. She can't&lt;br /&gt;
               eat the noodles.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. URBAN STREET. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura goes for a walk. She checks the cell phone again. No&lt;br /&gt;
               messages.  She goes back home.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    75.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT.LAURA'S APARTMENT. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is sited on her desk again. She switches off the cell&lt;br /&gt;
               phone. She lights a slim cigarette. She starts to write.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               'INT. Laura´s apartment. MADRID. SPAIN. DAY. PRESENT DAY'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               We can see Laura´s eyes. She is sleeping deeply. She opens&lt;br /&gt;
               her eyes and suddenly she gets up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         ¡Joder!&lt;br /&gt;
                         (Fuck!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The clock shows 7:30 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         ¡JODER! ¡JODER! ¡JODER! ¡Me he&lt;br /&gt;
                         quedado dormida! El avión.&lt;br /&gt;
                          (Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!. I overslept!&lt;br /&gt;
                         The plane!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               SUBTITLED&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               She dials in her cell phone a number&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Si. ¿Hola? Si. Por favor, envíen&lt;br /&gt;
                         me un taxi a la calle Concha&lt;br /&gt;
                         Espina 84, lo antes posible. Es&lt;br /&gt;
                         urgente &lt;br /&gt;
                         (Yes, Hello? Yes, please, send me&lt;br /&gt;
                         a taxi to Concha Espina st 84, as&lt;br /&gt;
                         soon as possible, It is really&lt;br /&gt;
                         urgent)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   TAXI COMPANY (V.O)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Lo siento, señora. Ninguno de&lt;br /&gt;
                         nuestros taxis pueden acceder a&lt;br /&gt;
                         su zona de residencia. Las calles&lt;br /&gt;
                         están cortadas a causa del&lt;br /&gt;
                         partido&lt;br /&gt;
                         (I'm sorry, ma'am. But today our&lt;br /&gt;
                         taxis cannot have Access to your&lt;br /&gt;
                         area. The streets are closed for&lt;br /&gt;
                         the match) &lt;br /&gt;
                         ......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura writes, erases, she starts all over again....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. EMPIRE STATE. DAY , IT. PLASTIK BAR.DUSK...&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    76.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA is writing like mad when SARAH enters.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Hey, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is hearing music she cannot hear her. Sarah pulls&lt;br /&gt;
               from the headset cord.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         I said: ey, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ey!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura tries to keep writing but she cannot anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Mierda!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         I'm starving! Let's make some&lt;br /&gt;
                         delivery. This time I pay, I&lt;br /&gt;
                         swear.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ok. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Did I miss something?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yes. Christian hasn't call &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, shit! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         I don't know. Maybe he is busy o&lt;br /&gt;
                         maybe he got bored. quien sabe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         He must be busy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah, but he could send a message&lt;br /&gt;
                         or something, no? You can be busy&lt;br /&gt;
                         but you can always have two&lt;br /&gt;
                         seconds to send a stupid message&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Maybe he got bored then&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         How can you say something like&lt;br /&gt;
                         that? &lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    77.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ahh, you can be so annoying&lt;br /&gt;
                         sometimes. Come on,Laura if he&lt;br /&gt;
                         hasn't written yet he must have a&lt;br /&gt;
                         very good reason. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah, he must. I don't know what&lt;br /&gt;
                         I'm so concern about it, we've&lt;br /&gt;
                         been only dating for 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;
                         It's So ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Hun. Seriously, What you need is&lt;br /&gt;
                         to&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                          go out and clear my mind?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Am I so obvious? fuck it, laura,&lt;br /&gt;
                         let's get dress.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         No, I don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Don't be stupid! Come on. Laura&lt;br /&gt;
                         get you ass out of that couch&lt;br /&gt;
                         now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         No, I'm not going&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yes, you are right, it is better&lt;br /&gt;
                         to be here, sited on a dirty&lt;br /&gt;
                         couch eating some noodles and&lt;br /&gt;
                         pitying myself for hours.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. NIGHT CLUB NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura and Sarah are on the same night club with the same&lt;br /&gt;
               people (like zinc of Dubai's crown plaza hotel). They order&lt;br /&gt;
               first a vodka cranberry, the blue frog, finally tequila&lt;br /&gt;
               shots. Both of them are really drunk. They dance, they kiss&lt;br /&gt;
               people they don't know. Laura is dancing and she suddenly&lt;br /&gt;
               realizes that she is alone. Laura starts to look for Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;
               She looks for her on the dance floor, on the bar. She&lt;br /&gt;
               falls. Some people help her to stand up, some girls laugh&lt;br /&gt;
               at her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         I'm fine. I'm fine. Leave. Take&lt;br /&gt;
                         the hands off me, joder.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    78.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura looks for Sarah on the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Sarah? Are you here, bitch?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. OUTSIDE NIGHT CLUB. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is leaving the bar. Suddenly she sees Sarah. Some&lt;br /&gt;
               guys are trying to make her get inside of their blue BMW.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         No. I have to find my friend. I'm&lt;br /&gt;
                         not feeling well. No. I have to.&lt;br /&gt;
                         Seriously, guys. I have to find&lt;br /&gt;
                         spain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Come on, babe, we only want to&lt;br /&gt;
                         take you home. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ey, are you deaf, gilipollas? She&lt;br /&gt;
                         is with me. Sarah, come here&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah tries to do what she is told but one of the guys&lt;br /&gt;
               grabs her by the arm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 2&lt;br /&gt;
                         We are only trying to help. You&lt;br /&gt;
                         can come if you want.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The other two guys laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Just let her go, your  prick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ohhhh!! Tough, uh? I think I like&lt;br /&gt;
                         this bitch more.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               And he pulls Laura by the arm and tries to get her inside&lt;br /&gt;
               the car as his other two friends are introducing Sarah by&lt;br /&gt;
               force inside the car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         LET GO, Cabrón!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               LAURA hits the guy on the nose. A guy from the car behind&lt;br /&gt;
               the blue BMW steps outside the vehicle and interferes in&lt;br /&gt;
               the discussion.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 4&lt;br /&gt;
                         What the fuck is happening here?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Behind him appear two more guys.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    79.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 2&lt;br /&gt;
                         Nothing, man. We were just&lt;br /&gt;
                         leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The other two guys from the blue BMW let Sarah join her&lt;br /&gt;
               friend. Then the three of them get inside the vehicle and&lt;br /&gt;
               leave.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 4&lt;br /&gt;
                         Are you all right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yes, thank you very much. My God!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 5&lt;br /&gt;
                         You have to be careful, girls.&lt;br /&gt;
                         You cannot be on the streets so&lt;br /&gt;
                         late by yourselves and specially&lt;br /&gt;
                         if you have been drinking.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Yeah, we know. I will never go&lt;br /&gt;
                         out in my life. (she laughs)WELL,&lt;br /&gt;
                         THANK YOU VERY MUCH. God bless&lt;br /&gt;
                         you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 4&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ey, wait. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, just a couple of blocks from&lt;br /&gt;
                         here. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 4&lt;br /&gt;
                         Come on, we'll drop you there&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         No, it's ok. We can go on foot,&lt;br /&gt;
                         but thanks&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 4&lt;br /&gt;
                         On foot? No, seriously, we have&lt;br /&gt;
                         to drop you home. I will feel&lt;br /&gt;
                         responsible if something happens&lt;br /&gt;
                         to you after this&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 5&lt;br /&gt;
                         And those guys can be waiting for&lt;br /&gt;
                         you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 4&lt;br /&gt;
                         Please, just let us take you&lt;br /&gt;
                         home. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Let's go, Laura.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    80.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ok. Thank  you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The guy smiles. Guy 5 opens the back door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 5&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ladies first&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Sarah and Laura get inside the car. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               INT. CAR. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura had fallen sleep inside the car and she now wakes up&lt;br /&gt;
               with an unconscious Sarah by her side and the guys singing&lt;br /&gt;
               and drinking. She doesn't know where she is. She cannot see&lt;br /&gt;
               any buildings outside. They are in a highway.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Where are we going?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 4&lt;br /&gt;
                         Ey, you are awake!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               They guy laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 4 (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, don't you worry, girl! A&lt;br /&gt;
                         friend call me while you were&lt;br /&gt;
                         sleeping. We are just going to&lt;br /&gt;
                         his place to pick some stuff but&lt;br /&gt;
                         later we will drop you home, ok?&lt;br /&gt;
                         You were sleeping like an angel I&lt;br /&gt;
                         couldn't wake you up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         I'm sorry, you've been very kind,&lt;br /&gt;
                         really,  but I prefer to go home&lt;br /&gt;
                         now. Please.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 4 &lt;br /&gt;
                         But we are almost there. Don't&lt;br /&gt;
                         you worry. It's not going to take&lt;br /&gt;
                         long.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura remains in silence but she is beginning to be&lt;br /&gt;
               nervous.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               After some time the car stops.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 4 (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, here we are.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura looks outside the window. She can only see dessert&lt;br /&gt;
               and a blue BMW park in front of them. The guys step out of&lt;br /&gt;
               the vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    81.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. DESSERT. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               One guy opens the back door of the vehicle and pulls Laura&lt;br /&gt;
               to the outside. She can see how Guy 4 is shaking hands with&lt;br /&gt;
               the guys of the blue BMW. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Why took you so long?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                Then Sarah is by her side with the hands of guy 5 over her&lt;br /&gt;
               shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Where the fuck are we?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura cannot answer. She is too scared and amazed to&lt;br /&gt;
               answer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The 5 men avance in their direction.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, it is so nice to see you&lt;br /&gt;
                         again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         Laura, what's wrong? I'm too&lt;br /&gt;
                         pissed. I don't feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura remains in silence. The guys laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Oh, don't you worry, honey. I'm&lt;br /&gt;
                         just going to give you exactly what&lt;br /&gt;
                         you need. Come here. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               They guy opens his slipper and forces Sarah to get on her&lt;br /&gt;
               knees.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 1 (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Come on, girl. I know you like it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Please, no. Don't do that to her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Don't you worry, darling, you're&lt;br /&gt;
                         next. Come on, bitch! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;
                         I'm not feeling well&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               SARAH throws up on the guys trousers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Fuck!! Your bitch!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               He starts to kick Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    82.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         No!! Stop!! Stop it!! Stop it your&lt;br /&gt;
                         bastard!! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura tries to step in between but she is firmly hold by two&lt;br /&gt;
               guys.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         You know how expensive these&lt;br /&gt;
                         trousers are, your alcoholic&lt;br /&gt;
                         whore!? bitch&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 3&lt;br /&gt;
                         Stop, Joe. You are going to kill&lt;br /&gt;
                         the whore before we fuck her&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Shut the fuck up, will ya? I loved&lt;br /&gt;
                         this trousers. Fucking bitch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   LAURA&lt;br /&gt;
                         Stop, please, I beg you. Stop it! I&lt;br /&gt;
                         would do anything, I swear!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               He stops kicking her. Sarah does not move.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 2&lt;br /&gt;
                         Perfect, you've killed the bitch,&lt;br /&gt;
                         Joe! Now what? Uh! Your fucking&lt;br /&gt;
                         genius. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The guy is holding Sarah's head and then he lets it go.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 4&lt;br /&gt;
                         Fuck, man!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura cannot believe what she is hearing. She has not&lt;br /&gt;
               perception of herself. Tears are falling from her eyes but&lt;br /&gt;
               she cannot emit any sound. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         She ruined my trousers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 3&lt;br /&gt;
                         Fuck you, Joe. Fuck you and your&lt;br /&gt;
                         horrible trousers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         What the fuck you said? your&lt;br /&gt;
                         faggot. Those trousers are 540$&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 5&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, will you two shut the fuck&lt;br /&gt;
                         up. Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 6&lt;br /&gt;
                         We should get the fuck out of here!&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    83.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         What? Are you stupid?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 6&lt;br /&gt;
                         You killed the fucking bitch, man.&lt;br /&gt;
                         It's not the same as dying in the&lt;br /&gt;
                         fucking dessert, stupid. You bit&lt;br /&gt;
                         her up. If we leave our DNA'S on&lt;br /&gt;
                         them, we will be fucked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 2&lt;br /&gt;
                         What the fuck are you saying?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 6&lt;br /&gt;
                         It's true, man.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 1&lt;br /&gt;
                         Don't be stupid! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Guy 1 pulls Laura by the hair and throws her against the&lt;br /&gt;
               ground. She hits the knees against the gorund.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GUY 1 (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Well, let's finish what we started,&lt;br /&gt;
                         shall we?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The guy pushes Laura to the ground with his feet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Laura is falling slowly to the ground breathing hard. She&lt;br /&gt;
               touches the ground with her head and she closes her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                         FADE TO BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   GIRL (FROM THE 1ST SCENE)&lt;br /&gt;
                         I love you. I love you. I love you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               EXT. CHAMPS ELYSËES AVENUE. DAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               We can see a blond british woman running through Les champs&lt;br /&gt;
               elysées. The avenue is crowded by turist and shoppers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;
                         Sofia, sofia! Come here&lt;br /&gt;
                         immediately! Sofia!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Suddenly the mother stops. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               A little blond girl is touching a Korean boy's face. The&lt;br /&gt;
               parents of the boy are amused by the little girl. The boy&lt;br /&gt;
               touches Sofia's hair. They are both smiling. The mother takes&lt;br /&gt;
               sofia's hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   WOMAN (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         There you are! Sofia, you cannot do&lt;br /&gt;
                         this to mummy.&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                    84.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                         You cannot disappear like that. (to&lt;br /&gt;
                         the parents)I'm so sorry! Come&lt;br /&gt;
                         along, darling. Come on, sofia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The woman pulls Sofia away from the boy and they start their&lt;br /&gt;
               descending through le avenue. Sofia cannot stop looking back. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The korean boy goes after Sofia. The mother stops. The little&lt;br /&gt;
               boys looks at her and kisses her on the cheek. The he runs&lt;br /&gt;
               away. Sofia smiles.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               The mother is amazed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                   WOMAN (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;
                         Come along, darling. Daddy is&lt;br /&gt;
                         waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                They continue their descending as the korean family goes in&lt;br /&gt;
               the opposite direction, to l'arc du  triumph.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                               FADE OUT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               Credits: Laura dances with Christian and Sarah in different  &lt;br /&gt;
               landscapes of New York, L.A and Madrid the song "A mi manera"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                               of the Gipsy Kings.&lt;br /&gt;
                              THE END&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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               THE END</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>It just happen: script</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-just-happen-script.html</link><category>ENGLISH: LIFE IS SUGESTION</category><category>GUIÓN</category><category>SCREENPLAY</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 21:05:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-3783352302388752061</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IT JUST HAPPEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J+S= Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J+P= Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J+S+P=?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 1. INT. SMALL TV SET. INTERIOR LIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see a small tv set with the lights off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is very simple. In the center there is a desk. On the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desk there are a small piano and a laptop. We can see a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;girl dressed up with white trousers and a black blouse. She&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is setting a small digital camera in its place. The camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;falls. Black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is setting the camera property. She tries the balance and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the zoom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She switches the lights on. J presses a button on the piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a melody starts to play. She is showing some cards with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the credits on in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Coughs) tuntururum tuntururum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see how J takes her seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok. Welcome once more to another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;session of "How to create your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;own comic romance sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tragic but with a very good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ending blockbuster movie"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can hear people clapping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With a few steps I will show you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how to transform those little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stories of your minds into a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;successful romantic movie. Yeah…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but no. Ok. If you are ready. Are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you ready?(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we can hear people screaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AUDIENCE (VO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YEAH! OK. Step number one: the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;title. Not be very complicated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but always linked with the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 2. EXT. CITY LANDSCAPE. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J NARRATOR (OVER)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A title like : It just happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 1. INT. SMALL TV SET. INTERIOR LIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J NARRATOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All pure imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, then. It's time for the next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;important step. Step number 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J raises a piece of carton saying: step 2: create your own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hero and with some drawings in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J NARRATOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All movies have their perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heroes. That is essential. It&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;must be somebody with an internal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fight and lots of personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 2. EXT. CITY LANSCAPE.DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J NARRATOR (OVER)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For this occasion I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chosen... Here it is, a girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;very common girl, not an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;extraordinary beauty. With sexy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;clothes. No. Sport, maybe. No, I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;think, kind of modern but with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;style. With very short hair. Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tattoo. No, not that much. Yeah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rebel but. Yes. I think… Yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfect. Perfect. And then… Let&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;them introduce themselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see how the female character changes with the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;narrator's comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 1. INT. SMALL TV SET. INTERIOR LIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is always easier and cheaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 2. EXT. CITY LANSCAPE.DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J CHARACTER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi, my name is (CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 1. INT. SMALL TV SET. INTERIOR LIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT'D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 2. EXT. CITY LANSCAPE. URBAN STREET DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J (CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi my name is J and well, you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just caught me spending my time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as I usually do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 3. EXT. URBAN STREET. MUSIC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It sounds the music: how do you know me, fingertips. The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;music continue still the scene 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is walking the streets with different outfits (wigs and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mini skirts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 4. INT. J’S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is sitting over her bed in front of a tv. She is eating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;icecream and learning different accents from movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Italian accent)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can understand perfectly, bello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Spanish accent) Since I met you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my heart is bumping strongly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Russian accent) Nice to meet you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 4. INT. DIFFERENT BARS. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is talking with different men with different accents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;given different names while the men are drinking like mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I´m Danielle, from Brazil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I´m Marina, from Italia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rosa, de Mexico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 5. INT. SUBWAY ENTRANCE. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is dressing like a boy. One woman looks at her. J has sex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the girl in a photo machine. J is washing her hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;outside the photo machine after the meeting with woman 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woman 2 looks at her. J sighs and follows her. S (the other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;character) watches the scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 6. INT. SUBWAY VAGON. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is seducing a boy in the subway that is listening music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with his Iphone. We can see there are having a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;conversation. J flirts with the boy. The boy gets off the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;train saying good bye. The doors closes and she is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;listening music with the new Iphone. S is sitting in that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;same vagon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 7. INT. BARS. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J (OVER)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my favorite, my principal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;source of benefits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is seducing a man seating alone in a bar. J and Man take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some drinks in the bar and laughing. J doesn´t drink and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;observes how Man drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MATCH CUT TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 8. INT. HOTEL ROOM. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J and the Man are in a hotel room. Man is really drunk J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sprays something in her underwear. Man is kissing her. Man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;falls unconscious. J picks his wallet, J sees a picture of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;man with wife, puts the money and credit cards inside her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hand bag. J takes a picture of man. J takes pictures of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;different men. J leaves the place closing the door with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;different outfits and wings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CUT TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 2. EXT. CITY LANDSCAPE. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are back at the principal street when J made her first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apparition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some will say it all comes from a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;traumatic childhood (CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 9. INT. SCHOOL GYM. DAY. 1994 (FLASHBACK)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see J as child in gym class being hit by lots of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;basket balls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J(v.o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Others that is because of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;influence of drugs(MORE CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 10. INT. LIVING ROOM PARTY. NIGHT 2001(FLASHBACK)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see j smoking a pot and feeling nothing as a girl is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;totally stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MATCH CUT TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see J about to try cocaine when a girl has a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;overdose. She leaves the straw with the cocaine untouched&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 11. IMAGES OF MOVIES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J(v.o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Others that it was the powerful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;influence of the fashion system o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hollywood movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 2. EXT. CITY LANSCAPE.DAY CONTINUED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J (CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To tell you the truth, it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something simpler than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 12. INT. BARS. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is in a bar dancing and drinking with some other girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is dancing with a boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 13. INT. MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is going into a room with that drunk guy. The Drunk guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;falls on the floor. J sees the wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 14. INT. INSIDE THE TAXI. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J takes a cab and counts the money. Smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 15. INT. GROCERY SHOP. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The door closes. J is listening music, eating candy and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drinking some coke. She is in the supermarket. She is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watching the shop assistant moving his lips angrily. The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;music suddenly stops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pakistani Shop assistant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your credit card have be rejected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;STEP 3: THE BEGINNING OF THE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PLOT. J+? ….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh..shit..ah..ok, just let me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see…fuck..I don't have any cash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you try again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P SA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've try three times. No accepted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, well, I think I have to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it and…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P SA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No no no, and things you eaten?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you eat things, you pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eh, yeah, As I was saying, I´m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going to leave this things and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then I´m going to my apartment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get some cash and pay you for the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chips and the coke. You see, I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;live in that building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P SA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO NO NO you pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorry, but I don´t have anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apart from that credit card but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P SA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No no, you pay you pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm telling you, I don´t have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anything but I can go to my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P SA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No pay, police, I call police&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BOBOBOOO, Chissss, easy there…Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J pulls discreetly her t-shirt down so her breast can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more visible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J (CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look, ehh How is your name?…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kasheen. Kasheen that's a lovely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;name. I'm J by the way. Nice to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meet you. Look, kash, I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;explain you something, ok? Can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you see that building? Well, that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is where I live. Close, eh? Well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is the thing. I will leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all this things here because, you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know what? I don´t need them that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;much. So, after that, I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cross this street and I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reach the door, I will climb the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stairs, open the door of my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apartment, open the drawer of my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;room, get some cash, climb down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cross the street again and pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you the 2 pounds I owe you. What&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do you think? Good deal, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P SA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO YOU PAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I´m telling you. I just have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cross that street, go to my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apartment, get the money and come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back. It´s not that complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can leave you my ID. Is that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P SA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YOU EAT THINGS AND YOU NO PAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I´m telling you, your stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;paki,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHOPPER N1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit, Just fucking pay him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you shut up,fat man and mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your fucking business?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The people is beginning to yell at her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P SA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You shut up! And you, fucking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;paki, What the fuck you want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P sa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I call police&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit!!! your motherfucker!! You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;want me to give it back to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is that it? You want me to give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it back. Here you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just let me, I´ll pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ey,I told you to mind your own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;f…(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the screen appers handwriting letters saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;STEP 3: J+S=SOMETHING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eh…I told you that I can deal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with this perfectly, thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for your concern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, that is obvious. Just add&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these things too. (lots of noodle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;packages)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, really you don´t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is my pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S leaves the shop before J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 16. EXT. URBAN STREET.DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J follows S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ey, wait! Shit. I don´t know what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing. I didn´t want to see you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;throwing up, that´s all. My&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stomach is delicate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit, that fucking paki. I´m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorry. How can I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, here are you things, see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ey, wait. I cannot leave it like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this. I have to thank you for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;helping me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No need, really. Well, nice to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meet you. Take care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J laughs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think you have no choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently, we are closer that I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I think we are in a middle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of a relationship already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excuse me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, you know, neighbor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You´re kidding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I just moved in. You cannot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;say no now, I know where you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;live, and I can be really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;annoying. Come on, We leave our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things and we meet here in… ten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;minutes, is that ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on. Just a drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 11 in the morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, a coffee. Whatever. Please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Continues the conversation as they enter in the building&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 17. INT. PRINCIPAL HALL. ELEVATORS.DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok. Ten minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ten minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I climb the stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J goes inside the elevator. S climbs the stairs. She hides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The elevator is broken so J has to climb the stairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S has to climb faster and quietly so J cannot catch her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 18. INT. J'S APARTMENT. DAY(CONTINUED)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J reaches her floor. J dances. J opens the door, changes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her clothes. J perfumes. J checks the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 19. INT. S'S APARTMENT.DAY (CONTINUED)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S is watching the time. S looks at her in the mirror. S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhhh…puffff. brrrrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S IS LOOKING AT THE WIDOW. SHE DECIDES TO TAKE HER CLOTHES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OFF, PUT A ROBE on AND MAKE SOME noodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 20. EXT. URBAN STREET.DAY(CONTINUED)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J checks the time, she IS WAITING DOWNSTAIRS. S NEVER GETS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DOWN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J continues to walk on the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FADE TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 21.INT. S'S APARTMENT. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S is watching a movie on tv while she is eating her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;noodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 22. EXT. URBAN STRRET. DAY (CONTINUED)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is wondering the street. She is stealing from different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people and taking beautiful pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 21. INT. S's apartment. DAY(CONTINUED)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S is in front the computer. She opens facebook. No messages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the wall no new friends. She has 5 new private messages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"MOM". S sights. "where are you? what are you doing? hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything is ok. Call me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 23. INT. AMBIENT BAR. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is in a bar and she is watching the people. There are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only young people, group of girls dancing alone, and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;silly boys drinking and watching them. J is bored and she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONTINUED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 21. INT. S'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S checks the hour in the cell phone. S opens the wardrobe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more noodles. She dresses up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 23. INT. AMBIENT BAR. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is in other bar drinking. There are only couples and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;groups. No victims. She drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONTINUED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 24. INT. SMALL CONVENIENCE STORE. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S is on the supermarket. She buys her noodles and exits the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 23. INT. AMBIENT BAR. NIGHT (CONTINUED)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is drunk and she decides to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 25. EXT. URBAN STREET. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J IS ON THE STREET. J sees S from the distance carrying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;plastic bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EY, YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ey, YOU!I know you! yeah, you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the one who let me down, the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;noodle eater, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what you are talking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, you do, noodle eater. You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know? For the future, if you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not going to do something, just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;say no, ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't even know you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, you do. I'm the best friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you can ever have, because I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;already better than you think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;17.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're pissed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, sir, I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some boys are on the other side of the street. One of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yell at them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boy nº1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ey, hottie, wanna have fun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why don't you fuck yourself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wanker?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The friends laugh even harder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boy nº1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, This bitch needs a lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, yeah, Here I am, you fucker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will break your fucking face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;faggot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come here, let's go home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not going with you anywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boy nº1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on, bitch, let me teach you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what a real man is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J laughs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boy nº2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on, Joe. Let's go, Lucy and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the others are waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said I'm not going with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, yes, you are, unless you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to be raped by these drunkers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what? They have needs too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everybody needs love. Love and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that shit. Even you, lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;creepy girl, noodle eater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boy nº1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boy nº3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on, after 2 we have to pay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let's go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boy nº1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, this bitch is not worth it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What have you said, your wanker?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck, Just come with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because, today I'm your best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friend, ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck. Good answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys are leaving holding boy nº1 on the other side of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;19.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S grabs J and takes her in the other direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J shows her middle finger to the boy while they are walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 26. INT. BUILDING HALL. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J and S are standing in front the elevators. J is relaying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all the with of her body over S's shoulder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck, the elevator is still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;broken. Doesn't anyone repair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something over here? Ah, let's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 27. INT. STAIRCASE. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S is carrying J over the stairs. J is singing "I kissed a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;girl" Katy perry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MATCH TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 28. INT. J'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They reach the door of J's apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me the key&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What? You don't have the key?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought you have it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How was I going to have your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apartment's key?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit. Come on, let's get down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S and J start their descense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 29. INT. S'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J sleeps at S's. S has to undress her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 30. INT. S'S APARTEMENT. DAY (CONTINUED)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J wakes up in a strange room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She walks through the apartment. S is sleeping in the sofa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J touches s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ey, good morning. How are you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feeling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fucked, but I'll survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;j&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really. Sorry to wake you up, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to say I'm leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and have a nice day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;21.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't have to leave so soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's ok, I have bothered you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, you have to have breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with me. Come on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, as you wish, but I cannot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have noodles for breakfast, ruins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't only have noodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a joke. Come, I make some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J grabs her by the arm and waist and pulls her towards her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and away from the cooker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, let me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not lesbian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want it to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make it clear. Got it. I just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;remember I have to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;22.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't have to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I have to. Well, thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S is standing with the bread in the hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 31. INT. S'S OFFICE. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is in the office. She is bored. The people of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;office walk really fast but she is in normal motion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 32. EXT. URBAN STREET. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is walking the streets. She is walking with different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;outfits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She steals from different men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 33. INT. BAR. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is at the bar at night, talking with different man. J is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 34. INT. S's APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S arrives at home. She is going to cook some noodles. She&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 35. INT. J'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S is at J's door. She is going to knock, but she rejects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the idea. She goes back again and finally knocks the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The door is open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi, I wonder if you want to watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a movie…with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J(she is underwear)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;23.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK, sorry for bothering you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, wait. I mean. It's soon for a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's 7:30 of the afternoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really? Shit. Ok. just leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can wait inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok. Thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're welcome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just sit there. If you wanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drink or eat something, help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yourself. But, no noodles, sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't only eat noodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S opens the fridge. There are only bottles of white wine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;juices, cans of minerals and some fruits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, what kind of movie you wanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see? I've seen one really good in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the mall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;24.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mall? No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, we can go to the center&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't like cinemas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't like cinemas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, how we are suppose to watch a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;movie if you don't like cinemas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At home. Something call DVD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The movie is finish. J was half sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow. It was good. It's good to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know what is happening to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kurdish people nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Absolutely, heartbreaking. Shit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is eleven thirty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told you it was long. Well, I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;got to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, come on, let's have dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;outside. I'm starving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;25.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, well, I have to work anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 36. INT. S'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S arrives at home and she stops at the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONTINUED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 37. INT. J'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is preparing herself for another night of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 38. INT. ELEVATOR DOOR. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J press the calling the elevator but it's still broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck¡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 36. INT. S'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONTINUED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S is making herself some dinner with noodles and she hears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a noise on the stairs, somebody is cursing. She goes to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;door and observes through the keyhole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;26.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IT is J, she just fell from the stairs. She is wearing a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wig, a mini skirt, a very sexy top and high heels. J puts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;herself together and she continues her descence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S is surprise and curious. She looks at the window. J is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CUT TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AT night, S is on the bed. She is awake for the noise of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some high heels on the upper floor. She checks the time is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5 in the morning. S goes back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MATCH TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 39. INT. J'S APARTMENT.DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is sleeping. Someone is knocking at the door. J finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wakes up. She walks slowly to the door. J OPENS THE DOOR. S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IS AT THE DOORSTEP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woman, you are going to kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry, I didn't …&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, just tell me it's not another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of those kurdu movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok. Come. No, wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;27.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to go out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok. But today I choose the movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you are going have dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with me. Not arguments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is looking at s during the movie. She is laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 40. INT. STAIR CASE AND S'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S climbs the stairs and reaches her floor; she locks the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;door behind her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SUCESSION OF IMAGES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J climbs down the stairs with different outfits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see how every time S is spying at the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;COMBINE WITH:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC41. INT. J’S APARTMENT. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S and J are watching movies, playing inside the apartment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cooking together, tacking pictures of each other…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 42. INT. J'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J and S are sitting on the couch while they are watching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the ending of a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;28.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I told you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I have to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, well, let me follow you to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the door. (CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She kisses her on the check very close to the lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope to see you soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, good bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 43. INT. S'S APARTMENT. NIGHT (CONTINUED)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S gets inside her apartment and she waits. She checks the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MATCH TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 44. INT. STAIRCASE. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J checks the time. She runs through the stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MATCH TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 43. INT. S'S APARTMENT. NIGHT (CONTINUED)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suddenly s hears someone going down. S opens the door. J is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;surprised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you a whore o something like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;29.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I'm not a whore or something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Show me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, but you have to go out and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 45. INT. J'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J and S are in J's bathroom. J takes S's cloths off. S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doesn't move. J gives S a dress and she helps her to close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it at the back. J puts some make up on S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 46. INT. NIGHT CLUB. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J and S enter in a bar. Is and old fashioned bar, more like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a exclusive club with a tiny dance floor in the middle of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the room and with lonely people spread across the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They both go to a corner. J grabs her and they begin to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dnace. They are cheek with cheek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S looks around the bar. They are mostly men around forties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are from different social status. One can tell from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the clothes, but mostly of them are from the middle upper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, Choose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J points one man with her eyes. S is beginning to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;understand. The man has 4 empty glasses on the table and he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just ordered another double chivas regal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then, attack. Let me do the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J (eater European accent. All the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;conversation with the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;accent)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you mind if we sit here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything is full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, of course, please. It's an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;big table and I love sharing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially with two angels like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J LAUGHS. S IS SERIOUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're welcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WAITRESS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are you gonna have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Water, please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Water? You must be jocking! Bring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;them two good chevas, darling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;double&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;31.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do it for myself. It's much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;better to drink in good company&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, if you insist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfect. Two chevas for these&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;angels from…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Serbia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From Serbia! Lovely place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you been there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, but now I want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J laughs again. S is quite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you girl? Are you from Serbia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as well?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, she best friends, but she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;speaks no English. Poor thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, WELCOME TO THE STATES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The waitress brings the drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;32.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S hasn´t touched the drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's the problem with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is Muslim, she cannot drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on, girl, Ali is no watching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALÁ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ali, ala, whatever. Come, drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J gives S a sign with the head. S drinks the shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah! good girl. Other round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONTINUED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see the man drinks several drinks. S and J look at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;each other. The man is touching J's tight all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONTINUED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're friend is really quite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh! She is WORRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;33.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In our country is not good for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;girl be with man alone. bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reputation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really. Oh! So, She is shy, uh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J gives a cynical laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She doesn't need words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN touches her tight harder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm thristy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S leaves the table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excuse me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J grabs her arm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For what? To show me you are not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a whore? So what is that? Just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;making friends, I presume?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't finish, is not gonna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;take long, he is already drunk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;34.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It won't take long. At least give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me the chance to show you, then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you judge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The man is laughing and holding J's tight again. He is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drinking. J looks at S. S looks at the Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, is time to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is too late. And the underground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in going to close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah! don't you worry girl, I pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you a taxi later, come on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, if you can take us home. We&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;scare of night and my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better, better, I cannot leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;two angels like you alone in this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bad city. Come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The man grabs their asses. S moves forward and is going to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;face the man. J grabs her by the arm and takes her by her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You need your mama, uh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J laughs politely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;35.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why don't you give mama a kiss?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S looks at J. AT the end, she gives a kiss on her cheek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is that? That's not a kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on, let mama teach you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J looks at S. She takes her head and she kisses her on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MATCH TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 45. INT. HOTEL'S ROOM. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J and S stops kissing. They are in a TWO STARS Hotel room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the drunk man. The man is opening a bottle of vodka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The man falls unconscious over the floor. S and J turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;their heads to watch the unconscious man lying on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it's time to go home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 47. INT. TAXI'S INTERIOR. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J and S are sitting inside the taxi in complete silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 48. INT.S'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S lets herself fall onto the bed. She is touching her lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;36.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 49. INT. J'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is on her bed and is touching her lips. J starts to cover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her face with a pillow and kick her legs and arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FADE OUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 50. INT. OFFICE. S'S WORK PLACE.DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S is sitting in her desk with an absent face. She begins to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watch in youtube videos about lesbian movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OFFICE BOY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ey, S, what's up? Is there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO, NOTHING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S shuts the computer down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK. Keep staring at a dead plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for a couple of hours more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, it's just. Jesus. I met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, HALLELUYA! THANK GOD, ALL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MIGHTY! That's good, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, but it's not what I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;expected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;37.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, what did you expect?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, is not the same sex I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;expected, in the first place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EXCUSE ME?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is a woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck, you're lesbian!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sushhhhh!!I'm not lesbian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, I'm sorry for the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;misunderstanding, but YOU FEEL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ATRACTED TO A WOMAN, HELLO! If&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's not lesbianism, I'm Brad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pitt, darling, and I really wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to be Brad Pit or at least be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with him, so tell me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is… is just, you never felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;connected to someone when it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doesn't matter the status,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;credentials, or, or even the sex?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is the person itself, you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, darling, all the time, I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what to do. It's…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's not normal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darling, nowadays, what is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;normal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;38.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 51. INT. S'S APARTMENT. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone is knocking at the door. S opens, is J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, does the jury have a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;decision?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're not a whore, but you are a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't you going to let me in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, first, I'm not a thief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That people is cheating their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wives, their children. They are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just some pigs, spending their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;family money in drinking and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hanging out with whores. I'm just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;teaching them a lesson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And getting a profit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I'm not perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, you're not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neither you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;39.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, what the hell are we going to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 52. EXT. PARK. PLAYGROUND. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J and S are on the swings. J has a camera and a cigarette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in her mouth. She is talking pictures as she is getting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;higher. She takes pictures of S in movement, of the people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of the park, the animals etc. S Is looking at J. There is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a mother with two little kids playing on the teeter-totter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MATCH TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is smoking and walking through the teeter-totter. S is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sitting in one of the chairs of the teeter-totter chewing a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;candy. J sits on the other chair and takes a picture of S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me something about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you do with the money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any brothers or sister? Bad step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;father?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J starts pushing her feet against the ground to lift her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;end into the air. They start to move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you do with the money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J Laughs and she push harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, if you want to know, I just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;want to open my business, and, I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know is hard to believe, but for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that you need money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;40.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, but you can earn it in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;different and legal ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, thank you. You just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;illuminate my path, Deepak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chopra. But, just one thing, how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;am I supposed to do that? I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have studies. The only jobs I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get are to be a cleaner or a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whore and wait till I'm old, fat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and cover with cellulitis and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wrinkles to maybe finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;establish my studio. Sorry, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just saying that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wha…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J slides trough the teeter-totter getting closer to S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait, wait …ah there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S had something near the eye and J removes it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm kind of hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 53. INT. ELEVATOR. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J and S take the Elevator. An old woman is inside. They&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reach S's floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well…This is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;41.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well...See you around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahh..tomorrow I´m going to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;outlet if you wanna come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I can´t, I have a meeting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, well, ok…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But eh… I´m going the Wednesday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so we can go together if you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH, YEAH, YEAH, that would be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wonderful. Well, see you then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(KISS IN THE CHICK) See ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Another Kiss) Well, have a nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;day tomorrow, not too boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I hope so. You too. Have a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nice day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I suppose I´m going for a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;walk and I don´t know…take some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, awesome. yeah… You have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;show me your pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;42.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, they´re in my place, so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whenever you want, just ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I will. Well. See you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(another kiss)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, see you (kiss)Goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OLD WOMAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Christ sake, just get off and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you, girl, just let her fuck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you!!Holy Jesus! Go, go, get out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Closes the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OLD WOMAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck, this dicks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit, man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 54. INT. S'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J and S are in S's apartment. They make love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FADES IN BLACK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Appears again handwriting:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J+S=LOVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;43.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 55. INT. S'S APARTMENT. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J and S are on the bed. J wakes up. She stares at S. S is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sleeping. J tries to get up without waking her up. She&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looks for her clothes in the dark. J goes to the bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wash her teeth, her face and combs her hair with S´s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things. J looks at S once more and she leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MATCH TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 56. INT. J'S APARTMENT. DAY/NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see how J and S are together for some time. We can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see them cooking real noodles, painting the walls, kissing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dancing, everything in the living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we can see every night J is going on with her work at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;night with different men. She is with different clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FADE TO BLACK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 57. INT. NIGHT BAR. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAND WRITING:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;STEP 4: J + P=...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J enters into a bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is dancing. P is in the other corner of the room. J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;orders a drink, and she walks around. She sits in a table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;opposite P. P is ordering another drink. He is writing in a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;note book. He pays the check with big notes. Some boys try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to speak with J, but she sends them off. J is dancing. They&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look each other. J goes back to her table. She looks at p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;44.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see how she opens he mouth but one cannot really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know what she is saying. P does a sign that he doesn´t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J begins to talk again. Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J sits on a chair next to p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J (Eastern European accent)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is it that you were saying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was asking if you are so bored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah…no, I was just, well yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, pretty dead, isn´t it? Not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what I expected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What did you expect?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;American bar. Like in the movies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know, full with people having&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fun, all beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO, you know, maybe some fights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;American bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;45.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, welcome to an American bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you. You know? Let´s get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J AND P are drinking. We can see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the rest of the people of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So where are you from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Serbia. You know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that like Russia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, near. I´m student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, what do you study?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I´m student&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P shows his glass to the waitress for refilling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;continued&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P drinks another one. The waitress lets something drop over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the floor. A girl is dancing in front of one man in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;other corner of the bar. She is much younger than him and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is really drank. Somebody is laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;46.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are curious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She laughs. Silence…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J looks at the notebook he has on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are you writing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The usual things: Dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nightmares, aspirations. Crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, good crap?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He laughs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YEAH, gorgeous crap. Waitress,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;continued&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More drinking. Some looks between them. The old man is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;grabbing the young girl by the arm, pulling her to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;exit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You wanna go home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best thing. I don´t have more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P laughs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;47.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 58. EXT. URBAN STREET. OUTSIDE THE CLUB. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J and P are on the street. P is totally drunk and he falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He does not get up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe we should get a cab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, maybe, you have money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never mind. ATM ATM THERE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P inserts the card. J looks at the code. He is taking 100,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but J press another 0 pretending it was by mistake.P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doesn’t realize anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 59. INT. P'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J and P are in P´s apartment. The apartment is nearly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;empty. On the living room we can only see a small couch and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a tv screen. Some cups over the floor. Not too much mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are lots of bottle of spirits. J comes closer slowly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and kisses P. P stops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe we should get another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah. Good. Brilliant idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P tries to open a bottle of vodka. J helps P. They look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;each other at the eyes. J comes closer. J kisses P. They&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;began to kiss harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOW. You are quick… Russian girl…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Serbia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YEAH, Serbia. YEAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;48.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J looks at him. P SMILES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I´m P from here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I´m nikki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice to meet you nikki from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Serbia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P grabs her hand and they shake hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ehh. Nice to meet you too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P (smiling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I ask you something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Suppose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suppose. That is good. Not a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;promise but not a negative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can we drink something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH,ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P turns and he nearly falls over the floor. He begins to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look for glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don´t worry, hun. I´ll do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J prepares the drinks. Too much alcohol in P´s drink, none&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;49.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks. Ufff. You like vodka, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Russian girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P laughs again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I ask you something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to pee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P stands up really slowly and he walks making s towards the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I´ll wait for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YEAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J checks the time. Is 3 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She opens her purse and looks for something. P is trying to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pee in the bathroom. Has some pills on the hand and she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;begins to open them. P is washing his hands and doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stupid things in front the mirror. We can see the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going down in the sink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see the drink has been stirred inside the glass. P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is walking towards the living room. J is putting all the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P starts to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know? I just had a feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A feeling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah. This is strange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What? What is strange?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS. I´ll never have unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;women in my living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH. Neither do I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Women?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Men. No allow in my country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;REALLY? You don't have sex?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don´t. I USED TO. A lot. An&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jacking off. A lot. All day. I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't masturbate. Do you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;masturbate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;51.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J stares at him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I shouldn´t ask. Is rude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ruuuudeeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P drinks again. J checks the time. 4 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would you just fuck me because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you don't know me o just because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we are bored?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry (screaming) WOULD YOU FUCK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ME BECAUSE YOU DON´T…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I´ve heard it. And I will not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fuck you at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P falls over the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I don't mix sex with work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J checks his state of consciousness. She stares at him for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a while. She looks for the bag, begins to search inside it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While she is doing that, P grabs her ankle. She screams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wig goes off. He looks at her and falls sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J leaves running and banging the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 60. EXT. URBAN STRRET.OUTSIDE P'S APRTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J takes a taxi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;52.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 61. INT. INSIDE TAXI. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside the taxi J is breathing hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 62. INT. J'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J arrives at home. She checks on S. S is sleeping still. J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;goes to the living room and she sits on the sofa. She&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;checks the contents of the bag: One notebook, one camera,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some pamphlets about exciting things to do and the wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She opens the wallet. We can only see J´s face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see again the ID and the face of J. P is a cop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO, NO, NOOOOOOOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J stands up and she begins to walk around the living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck. No.I CANNOT...I cannot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;believe it. Fucking stupid bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now what? WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I´m fucked. I´m fucked. No no no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J walks around with her hands over her head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J looks to her own person on the mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J OF THE MIRROR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok. Relax. Just think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I´m fucked. NO NO NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He saw me. That´s it. I´m fucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J IN THE MIRROR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. I have his address.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;53.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow I´m going there and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leave the wallet in the mail box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it never happen. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That´s it. I'm not fucked. I´m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not fucked. Not yet. Ok.OK.OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 63. INT. J'S BEDROOM. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is moving all the time in her bed. She cannot sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OHHH, J. IS THERE SOMETHING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WRONG?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO, sorry, I just took too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;redbull and I cannot sleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just go back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MATCH TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Following day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is really nervous. She prepares herself with the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;casual clothes. Totally opposite of what she was wearing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the other night. S is still sleeping on the bed. She goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the wallet. J opens the wallet one more time. There is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a lot of money inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She takes the money out and she stares at it for a while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;counting, thinking. She sights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She closes the wallet and puts it inside her pocket. She&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;walks to the door. She stops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What the fuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;54.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She takes the wallet out and she hides some notes on a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drawer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J leaves the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 64. EXT. URBAN STREET. OUTSIDE P'S APRTMENT. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is looking to the address in the wallet and the map. She&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is in front of the building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OKI OKI. Here we go here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M NOT FUCKED. I'M NOT FUCKED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M NOT FUCKED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is in front of the mail boxes. She is searching for the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;number of P´S apartment. She finds it and she introduce the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wallet. P is descending the stairs. The look at each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HEy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J runs as fast as she can. P is following behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 61. EXT. FRANKLIN STREET. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are in the main street now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HEY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J finally gets inside a taxi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drive. Kellingston street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;55.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P arrives late. He cannot she her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is checking his movement from inside the car. She is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;breathing hard. She closes her eyes and lay down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 65. EXT. URBAN STREET. OUSIDE P'S BUILDING. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P is back in his building. He checks his mail box. His&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wallet is inside with a note. "My mistake, sorry. No bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feelings, please " P smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 66. INT. J'S APARTMENT. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is watching breakfast at Tiffanys, the scene of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;library, when He confess his love for her. S arrives with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some shopping bags. Everything is a mess. The sexy clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really think you should get a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a job, sort of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's not a job, you know it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don´t like it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don´t like what, exactly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You, at night, walking the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;streets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;walking the streets? I´m not a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whore, s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't mean that, I mean, you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know what I mean. It's not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;56.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It´s not, what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is the only way I know to get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just telling you to get a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;decent job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't like it, maybe we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shouldn't be together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just saying it's the "job" I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't like. I don't understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why you acting like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe it's just an excuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An excuse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are tired and you just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looking for excuse for going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;away, s. It's very common&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe it's you who wants an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;excuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, maybe it's me. Look, I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tired, I don't want to go on with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;57.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S looks herself at the bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S, what are you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What? I cannot locked myself in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, but is not your room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S opens the door. S doesn't look at J and tries to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the dignity she has left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry. I just didn't sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well. I will look for a job, ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 67. INT. OFFICE. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J has several interviews but nobody hires her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Interviewer 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knowledge of excel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Interviewer 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How is your level of Spanish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Interviewer 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;58.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Previous experience?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Interviewer 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think about the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kurdish situation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;INTERVIEWER 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Degree? Masters?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Interviewer 6 (fat old man)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do you do with skates?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Interviewer 6 (fat old man)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skates? You know? Those shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with wheels?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know what skates are; I just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't know the relevance of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Interviewer 6 (fat old man)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He points at one of the waitress. The girl is wearing a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mini skirt and the skates. She is carrying a big tray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;filled with burgers and drinks. An old man touches her ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see J's face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 68. EXT. URBAN STRRET. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is walking on the street sadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J SEES a guy well dressed up talking with his new iphone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She goes straight to him. J kisses this man. And begins to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hug him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I missed you so much, baby. I´m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so sorry for everything. Oh, it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feels so good. Hold me. Hold me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;59.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looks at him. The guy is very pleased with himself but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;without knowing what to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who the fuck are you, your pervert? How dare you taking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;advantage of a sweet girl just like that? Move. Move your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pervert your disgrace, before I call the police.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The guy runs. J smiles and she starts listening music with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her new iphone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CUT TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is chasing her new victim when she sees P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J begins to run. P follows her. J looks behind her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shoulder. P is far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When she looks ahead there was a hole on the ground, she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;steps bad on it falls over her right foot, twisting her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ankle and hitting her face against the floor. P stops next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to her and helps her to stand up. J´s lip is bleeding and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she cannot walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Game over, fox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is saying this as he is closing the handcuffs around her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wrists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit! It hurts! Bastard, Somebody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;help me, he is hurting me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;60.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shut up. Don´t you worry, I'm a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;police officer. And you shut the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fuck up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT A WONDERFUL POLICE OFFICER,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TAKING ADVANTAGE OF A VICTIM! AN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;injured person! I cannot walk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;man! Let me go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P grabs her by the arm and drags her with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asshole! Stupid alcoholic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are walking through a narrow street towards a public&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;park now empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me go! Let me go, bastard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit! Ok,ok,I'm sorry! But I give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it back, didn´t I? Come on! Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what do you want? Shit, it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slowly, man. I'm feeling dizzy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J pretends to faint. P grabs her and keeps walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit, ok, You want me to pay you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll pay you well, Is that what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is caressing his face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P sits her on a bench and attaches the handcuffs to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shut up and don´t move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He disappears. J is trying to take the handcuffs off but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothing. She sights and she lay over the bench.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;61.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is looking at the sky and the leaves of the trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suddendly, a face appears in front of her eyes. P had come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back with a plastic bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sit upright and extend your leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J does what she is told. P had brought some ice and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bandages. He is examining her leg. J is looking at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a bit swollen. Can you move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahh. No, it hurts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I put some ice on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is looking at him. P is really concentrated. He is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;passing his hand around ankle as he puts the ice on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then He puts the bandages on. He looks at her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me see that lip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is cleaning the cut and puts a plaster on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have to elevate your leg once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P stands up. He takes the handcuffs back and leaves. J is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;astonished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;62.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 69. INT. J'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is on the bed. She has her eyes open. He looks at the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;clock. Is 1 am. She tries to think is something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Movies, tomorrow´s plans, but all the time it appears the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;previous scene. She looks at the clock. 2:30 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She enters on facebook. Nobody wrote a message. Hotmail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing. A message appears on the screen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Message: nobody wants to added you, whore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J STANDS UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 70. INT. P'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We hear a knock on the door. The noise is getting louder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and stronger. P opens the door. J is at the doorstep. They&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look at each other without saying anything. J gets closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They start to kiss. P looks at her surprised. They are both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;breathing hard. They kissed again, this time harder. They&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;begin to take their clothes off. They make love. j stands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up. She dressed up and she leaves. P is freaking out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FADE TO BLACK:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;STEP 5: J+P=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE… AFFAIR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 71. INT. J'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J arrives at home. S is still sleeping. She gets inside the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bed. She closes her eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 72. INT. HUNGRY JOE'S OFFICE. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J opens her eyes. J is signing a contract.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's see how this beauty suits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MATCH TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;63.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 73. INT. HUNGRY JOE RESTAURANT. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see the legs of a woman. J is wearing skates anD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mini skirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MALE COSTUMER 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 homburgues, one well done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;extra pickles, extra bacon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FEMALE COSTUMER 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;other rare, extra cheese, extra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bacon, cocke no ice, ginger ale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ice…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KID 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;two super Burguers, with…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kid looks at her mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MOTHER O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KID 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With cheese, and two of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MOTHER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onion rings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is stressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FAT BOY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want a super big Brooklyn bacon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;burger with extra pickles, extra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onion, extra cheese I want it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well done, super coke no ice, a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;turkey sandwich,a super bacon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cheese burguer with extra bacon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;extra cheese, two apple pies,one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cockie, four corns, two of onion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rings and some twister wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J (writing in a notebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah..ok… two greek salad and an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ice tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;64.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FAT BOY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO, I WANT A super big Brooklyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bacon burger with extra pickles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;extra onion, extra cheese I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it well done, super coke no ice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a turkey sandwich,a super bacon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cheese burger with extra bacon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;extra cheese, two apple pies,one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cookie, four corns, two of onion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rings and some twister wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YEAH, GREEK SALAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FAT BOY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't said that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, Your conscience has (she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gets near the boy) Trust me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fatty. Two greek salads. ON THE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 74. EXT. OUTSIDE HUNGRY JOE'S RESTAURANT. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Handwriting letters appears on the scren once more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;STEP 6: DILEMA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J gets out of job late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the distance she can see S coming out of the subway. P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is waiting for her in a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH, FUCK¡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J LEAVES BY THE BACK DOOR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 75. INT. J'S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is watching tv. S arrives home with shopping bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;65.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ey! What happen today? I've&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;waited for you outside the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got out earlier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You should have call me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK. But I didn't know you were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going to pick me up. Next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;warn me about it, ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to give you a surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I don't like surprises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, now I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S is going towards the door. J hears the bang. She goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;outside. J is in underwear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ey, where are you going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're fucking kidding me. S,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;come back here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;66.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, J? I don't know what's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wrong with you lately. Maybe you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;worried about something, I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know, but I'm tired, really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What? What the fuck are you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talking about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look, if you want to break up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just tell me, OK. I'm a grown up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't need more bullshit, I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;perfec…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shut the fuck up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excuse me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've said "shut the fuck up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK. Goodbye. And Fuck you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J grabs S by the arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LET ME GO! you stupid moron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She hits J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, fuck, (CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J covers s mouth with her hand. J has immobilized S against&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J (cont’d)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Much better now. Look at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck, Look at me, S, will you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at me. Look at me, s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;67.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She puts her forehead on s forehead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please, look at me. Ok, fine. I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't want to break with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fucking stubborn girl. Don't you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know yet? If I break with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S looks at her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fucking love you, S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said: Damn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot be angry with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm fucking love you too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let's get inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;68.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J'S CELL PHONE STARTS TO RING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nooooooo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J checks the number, is P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is my boss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why is he calling you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, let´s find out. Just wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;inside, It won't take long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alló ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, where were you? I wait for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you after work, you never came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J sights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I got out earlier. It's my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boss birthday so he closed before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;69.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's good. I wish my boss could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do that, everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, it was really cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you. Can you come over?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ummm. I can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why not? You had the whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;afternoon free. Come on, we watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a movie and I'll make dinner,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;spaghetti al frutti del mare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, really, I can't. It's my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friend's birthday, and I promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her I will go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, another birthday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, curious, isn't it? It must&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be a great month for hospitals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can go with you, I want to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's only for girls. I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, tomorrow, what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole day, just you and me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lots of free hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok. Tomorrow then. Have fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tonight and don't drink too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;70.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ME? Nonsense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you. See you tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah. See you tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, what did he want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was pissed. He is wishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy birthday to everyone, the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;old fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's nice; I want to be that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy when I'm older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are kissing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you, you know that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I know. I love you, you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I think I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, I have to pee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 76. INT. J'S BATHROOM. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;71.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is in front of the mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit, you have to tell her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok. S, there is something I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 77. INT. J'S APARTMENT. NIGHT (CONTINUED)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look, S, There's something I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The image freezes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J NARRATOR (V.O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Confession time'. In every&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;romantic movie there is always a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;moment in which the leading role&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feels the inexplicably necessity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of telling the truth. But not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;always is that easy to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;accomplish… Maybe an unexpected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;phone call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We go back to the normal motion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S, there's something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A phone rings with an incredibly high tone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CUT TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J NARRATOR (V.O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pizza guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;72.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S, there is something I have…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The door opens and a guy with a red uniform and a pizza box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;steps inside the apartment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PIZZA BOY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two pizzas fruit del mare, 45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dollards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CUT TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J NARRATOR (V.O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The roof mysteriously falls over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;their heads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S, There is something I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The roof falls apart and nearly hit them. We can hear a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lightning and it starts to rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CUT TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J NARRATOR (V.O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or a hurricane invades the city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see that the room is invaded by a strong wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything is flying all over the place. S and J as they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;try not to fly away grabbing all sort of objects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S. THERE IS SOMETHING I REALLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NEED TO…!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CUT TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't matter, I'll tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;73.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 78. EXT. URBAN STREET. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is going home after work. She has the skates over her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shoulders and she is listening music. Suddenly a man calls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J starts to walk faster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ey, I know you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I don't think so, man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I do, but OH, Oh, God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almighty! Now I remember! Look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what we got here. It is you, the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brazilian girl of the bar. Wait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eh, oh yes, Daniella, Daniella,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the poor little girl from that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;little poor town. Yes, Daniella,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the whore who stole all my money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and sent that picture to my wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONTINUED 65&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 79. INT. BAR. NIGHT (FLASHBACK)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see images of what happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J ENTERS IN A BAR. Joe is sitting in one corner. He has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;several glasses around him and he orders another drink. J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;goes by his side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;74.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 80. INT. MOTEL ROOM. NIGTH CONTINUES (FLASHBACK)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is some motel room. JOE falls unconscious over the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J take everything from the wallet. She takes some pictures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is on the top of joe. She writes an address in a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;envelope. J leaves the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 79. EXT. URBAN STREET. NIGHT (CONTINUED)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BACK TO THE PRINCIPAL SCENE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, I don't know what you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talking about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE YOUR REAL ACCENT, IS MUCH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BETTER. And I suppose your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is not Daniella. This is funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day, one ordinary day, you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;find yourself in front of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stranger who steals from you 2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dolars, ends a 18 year marriage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and makes you lose your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apartment, and then, here we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;again. The same stranger appears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;once more in front of your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now it is when I wonder: But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is going to happen next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J NARRATOR (VO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that is exactly what I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wondering. In real life this guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;could do certain things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1: take me to the police station&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and let me lock there for a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;couple of years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONTINUED 79&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;75.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 81. INT. POLICE STATION. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE throws J againts the police officer's reception desk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The police officers stamps a large pile of documents saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"life imprisonment"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some officers throw J into a tiny cell and lock the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J (OVER)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Ask me to give him back the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;money and hit me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 79. EXT. URBAN STREET. NIGHT (CONTINUED)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE is beating J badly. J is on the floor, trying to escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or trying to defend herself from JOE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is my money, bitch?! Where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is my money?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, maybe my fried will lose your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tongue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE shows to the camera a pocket knife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J NARRATOR (OVER)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3: Hit me and rape me in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;repayment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CUT TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE is trying to rape J as this one is trying to defend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;herself from the attacker. A little boy who was chasing his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;soccer ball is watching the scene. JOE stops and runs away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J remains on the floor shaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CUT TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;76.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J NARRATOR (OVER)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT in movies…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONTINUED BACK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TO THE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PRINCIPAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SCENE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit. I just want to say: Thank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you. Thank you, thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE kisses J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to you I was finally able&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to get the divorce from that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bitch and quit that stupid job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm painting now, just as I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wanted it all my stupid and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;insignificant life, and … I even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;met the love of my life. For the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first time I'm certainly, truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;incredibly happy. And, Fuck, I so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy to see you, how are you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh! mmmm…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come, let's have a drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;77.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 82. INT. IRISH TAVERN. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, how is your life? Still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stealing from nasty man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, no, I don't, not that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh, naughty girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, seriously, I'm with someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH, That's good, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, if you are with two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'someones'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit, I love s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait, is a girl? Shit, are you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fucking lesbian?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I love P too, I think, yes I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do. Shit, I'm fucked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, you're fucked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit, I don't know what to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;78.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I'm not an expert but there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is only one thing you can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell them the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You reckon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it's better You'll be the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first one. This shit always comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out. If they love you, they will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;accept it or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or tell you to go fuck yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's encouraging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ey, come on, look at the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brightside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is there one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't release your sins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you'll be never at peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What? Are you a priest now? Shit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm suppose you are right. But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll tried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;79.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you had tried, they'd already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know, and they don't, so my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;suggestion is: try harder. Come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on, let's get pissed. For being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;screw. cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 83. EXT. URBAN STREET. SUBWAY ENTRANCE. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is too drunk. She cannot see properly. She is going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;towards the subway. She is at the stairs and she falls. She&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is unconscious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 84. INT. HOSPITAL. URGENCIES QUIROPHANY. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see several images of a medical intervention over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the unconscious body of J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hands changes into S hands. We can see she is the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that now is carrying on with the operation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S changes into P. This changes between the doctors, S and P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;appear constantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 85. INT. HOSPITAL PATIENT'S ROOM. DAY (CONTINUED 1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J opens her eyes. S and P are standing in front of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They look at her seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FADE OUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HANDWRITNG APPEARS ON THE SCREEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT HAPPEN AS J WAS UNCONSCIOUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;80.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 83. EXT. SUBWAY ENTRANCE STAIRS. NIGHT (CONTINUED 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see J on the stairs bleeding. A young group passes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by without looking at her, they are laughing. In J's watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;appears it is 10:30 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MATCH TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 86. INT. P'S APARTMENT. NIGHT (CONTINUED 3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is 10:30 in the P's watch and he is preparing the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for a dinner party. We can see his hands cutting the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ingredients and pouring water inside the pot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MATCH TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 87. INT. S'S APARTMENT. BATHROOM. NIGHT (CONTINUED 4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see the water falling down. S is having a shower,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is happy and she is singing. We cannot see her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RADIO (V.O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's 10:30 and it's time for a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;new top 40 of KFM. "in da club"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;50 cent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MATCH TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 83. INT. SUBWAY ENTRANCE STAIRS. NIGHT (CONTINUED 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is 11:30 in the mp3 player of the security man of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;metropolitan underground transportation. He is going down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the stairs listing to "in the club" of 50 cents with his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mp3 player carrying a paper bag from McDonald's. Suddenly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he stops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WORKER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;81.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 86. INT. P'S APARTMENT. NIGHT (CONTINUED 3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An alarm sounds. 11:30. P's hands checks the contents of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the pot. Then he prepares the table with the dishes and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally some candles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 87. INT. S'S APARTMENT. NIGHT (CONTINUED 4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see how the legs of S steps out of the shower and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;walks to the bedroom. It is 11:30 in S's cell phone. Her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hand grabs the cell phone. She dials a number. S opens the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wardrobe and we can see the different dresses she has. She&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;picks up one red beautiful dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 88. INT. WATCHES. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see how in the different watches the hour is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;changing till 1:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 83. INT. SUBWAY STATION. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The security guy is eating a cold burger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 86. INT. P'S APARTMENT. NIGHT (CONTINUED 3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P is sitting in front of his marvelous dinner presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The phone rings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MATCH TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;82.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 87. INT. S'S APARTMENT. NIGHT (CONTINUED 4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The phone rings. S is sitting on her bed waiting all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dressed up she stands up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 89. INT. HOSPITAL RECEPTION. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S arrives at the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P arrives at the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S asks in reception and she takes the first elevator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P arrives at the reception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 90. INT. HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S and P are waiting in the same room in silence without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;paying attention of the other. The nurse steps into the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NURSE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is still sleeping but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything is ok. You just have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to wait a bit longer but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything is alright. Can you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tell me which one is your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;relation with her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S/P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm the girlfriend/boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;83.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 85. INT. HOSPITAL PATIENT'S ROOM. DAY (CONTINUED 1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S and P are staring at J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They both are silent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Appears on the screen: J+S+P= MESS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't have to say anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I think I do. I have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;explain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's nothing to explain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, maybe not. But it doesn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;change anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't change? Why are you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;laughing of me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not. I love you. That does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are fucking him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;84.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do, that's not the point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's not the point? I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even know why I'm following this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because you love me and I love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you. That doesn't change. Why is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so difficult?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm glad to see you awake. You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had a good one, eh? You have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be careful, lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, yeah, I know. DO you mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are in the middle of a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;conversation here. Thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be brief. You broke two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ribs, those are fixable. You just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;need some rest. But you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;responsible of the health of that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baby. That is not fixable. Don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you worry, everything is ok. But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you have to quit drinking and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;smoking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wha, I'm, I'm... pregnant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, twelve weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S leaves the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I leave you now. We talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is astonished. She is in silence. P is still there, he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was silence all the time. No one dares to speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;85.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suddenly P's cell phone rings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is leaving. He stops at the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were having an affair with a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was having the affair with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P doesn't answer, he just walks towards the door. He stops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you love her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you love me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not keeping it. I don't want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What the fuck are you saying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don’t want it! It’s all your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fucking fault! Get out! I don’t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;want to see you! Get out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P finally leaves the room. J starts to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;86.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 91. INT. SMALL TV SET. INTERIOR LIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are back in the TV set of the beginning of the film. The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;camera moves towards J as we are hearing the audience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;clapping. J is sitting on her desk. Behind her there are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;three big pictures of the 3 principal characters on their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;actual situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J NARRATOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok. Welcome once more to 'how to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;create your own romantic movie?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, well, well. This is the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;part we all have been waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AUDIENCE(VO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J NARRATOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the moment, ladies and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gentlemen. Now our characters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that are really screwed in this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;moment of their romantic lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are going to be connected. Yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ladies and gentlemen. They are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going to be connected by a very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;depressing but very romantic top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hit blockbuster song. And for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this moment I chose:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 85. INT. HOSPITAL PATIENT'S ROOM. INTERIOR LIGHT (VIDEO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CLIP MOMENT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is in the hospital lying on the bed with a perfect hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and makeup but keeping the bruises and the wounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The idea is that the singer of the songs appears singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the song following the characters as in a MTV video clip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AT the end of the video clip is going to appear the title&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of the song, name of the artist and name of the album and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fade in-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;87.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The song is "I believe I can fly"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The singer appears in the room singing. J stands up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 92. INT. S's APARTMENT. DAY. Videoclip moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is in front of the main door of S's apartment. She has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her things on a box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S is inside the room. She is eating some noodles. She looks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the window with tears in her eyes. It is raining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 93. INT. P'S APARTMENT. NIGHT. VIDEO CLIP MOMENT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P is on his apartment drinking beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 94. EXT. OUTSIDE P’S APARTMENT. INTERIOR LIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VIDEOCLIP MOMENT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is outside, she doesn´t dares to knock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 95. EXT.URBAN STREET. DAY. VIDEOCLIP MOMENT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is walking on the street and she can see S and P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 96. INT. HUNGRY JOE'S RESTAURANT. DAY. VIDEOCLIP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MOMENT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is in the kitchen. She has the new order of food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;88.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The restaurant is full with couples, straight and gay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mothers with infants, everybody I happy and they start to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sing the song. J runs towards the exit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S, p and J are walking on the street followed by this happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;crowd singing the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dancing moment:The extras are dancing and singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 97. INT. P’S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P is sitting on the floor drinking beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 98. INT. S’S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S is sitting on the floor crying while she is eating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;instant noodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 99. INT. J’S APARTMENT. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is sitting over the floor with a rubber tube on her hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 100. INT . HOSPITAL. PATIENTS ROOM. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is laying on the bed crying. The song has ended. We can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see name of the song, artist and album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FADE TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 101. INT. J's APARTMENT. INTERIOR LIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J dials S's number on the phone. We can hear how it rings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;89.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 102. EXT. EXTERIOR OF THE BUILDING. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see S in on apartment and J in the apartment on top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is calling. S is not picking it up. S walks around the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;flat. S puts loud music. We can only see these apartments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello? S? Are you there? Please,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pick up the phone, I need to talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please, pick it up, pick it up,s,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pick it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I fucked it up, S, please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pick it up. I can hear you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the time we can see the rest of the apartments and how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everybody is living their own lives; watching Tv, on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;laptop, dancing, trying costumes, making love …&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S decides to go out. We can see how S exits the building as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is still with the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 103.EXT. URBAN STREET. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S is walking as she is crying. She searches something in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her pocket, her cell phone. She makes a call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Pelton? iT's … oh, ok. Sorry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to call…all right. I just call to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;say that … I've change my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;90.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 104. EXT. P'S APARTMENT. OUTSIDE. NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is near P's apartment. She is going to talk to him, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she doesn't dare. We can see she is going to knock and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she rejects the idea and starts to walk through the aisle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 105. EXT. URBAN STREET. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is in her way to the clinic. While she is walking we can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see happy mothers with their infants, beautiful children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;playing around. She arrives at the clinic main door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 106. INT. ABORTION CLINIC. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is decides to do the abortion. She enters in the clinic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She sits in the waiting room. In the clinic, all the women&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are depressed: Tearful teenagers, bitter woman yelling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NURSE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Biddle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A blond sixteen year old girl is crying in agony while she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is moving across the room. The girl faints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J decides to get out of the clinic with the documents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;unfilled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 107. INT. J'S APARTMENT.NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is on the bed. On one side she can see her life with P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;91.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the other side can see her life with S. She doesn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know what to choose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why everything is so wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 108. INT. HUNGRY JOE'S BOSS OFFICE. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OLD FAT BOSS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, baby, you're out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OLD FAT BOSS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Babe, you already knew it. Look,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the business is really bad. Even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the new miniskirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J turns her head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can she a girl wearing a mini skirt incredible short and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;open on both sides and all the men looking at her ass. The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;same old man touches her butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see J's face again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OLD FAT BOSS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot afford a maternity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leave. A man has to do what I man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But… And my contract?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OLD FAT BOSS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby, come on, we all know the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;contracts are circumstantial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;92.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry, hun but get the fuck out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 109. INT. URBAN STREET.DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is walking. On the street everybody is happy, happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;couples, mothers and kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please, somebody shoot me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J grabs the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 110. INT. IRISH TABERN.DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is in a bar. JOE ARRIVES WITH SOME DRINKS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Double bourbon with coke and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cranberry juice for the lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joe, I'm fucked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is serious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on, Hun, not everything is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;93.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I'm pregnant, my girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;left me because I was fucking my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boyfriend, my boyfriend left me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because I was fucking my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;girlfriend, I'm just being fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from the worst job of my life and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot work in any other place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because I'M PREGNANT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, you are fucked, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on, J. Look, you have to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something, you cannot be here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sitting down and always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;regretting everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know which one I have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;choose. That's the thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, Do you have to choose? Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look, everyone, you, me, the fat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guy of the corner, the mother of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the park with 5 horrendous kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the marvelous husband in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;office…we are all living in this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;establish system of perfect happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;families and we don't even know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where the fuck had come from and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It never worked, really. so, why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't you try your own system ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just, I don't know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then don't choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't choose? Even choosing both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of them is a choice in itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;94.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, yes. Look, I don't know what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the fuck we have to be so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;analytic? Just go and tell them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you need them or you are going to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kill yourself one of these days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I really cannot afford a suit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First coherent thing you'd said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go, fuck off. And good luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She steps outside. Her head appears on the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you too, babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J finally leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 111. EXT. URBAN STREET. S'S OFFICE OUTSIDE.DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is running on the street. She arrives at S'S building. J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;goes inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;95.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 112. INT. S'S OFFICE.DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J runs to the elevator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on, your fucking idiot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The people of the elevator stare at her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J finally reaches the floor in which S's office is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;situated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She cannot she S anywhere. Everybody is busy. OFFICE BOY is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the copy machine. J goes to talk to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I come to see S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OFFICE BOY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is not working here anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What? why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OFFICE BOY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is going to London, she got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the promotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know when she is leaving?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OFFICE BOY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently, and look how original&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is, today. She must be on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;way to the airport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What? fuck!damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;96.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She starts to run. She turns to the boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHICH TERMINAL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J starts to run again. She turns to the boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 113. INT. URBAN STREET.DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is on the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TAXI!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ShE GETS IN A TAXI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you, to the airport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taxi driver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;97.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stop! No!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taxi driver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait, how much is from here to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the airport?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Td&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;50 dollars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH, OK, Thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The taxi driver starts the car. J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opens the door and she is on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;street again and starts to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TAXI DRIVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LEY! Lunatic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J starts to jump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck!fuck!fuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People are staring at her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She starts to walk without knowing what to do. She checks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 114. EXT. URBAN STREET IN FRONT S RESIDENCE.DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S checks the time. A taxi had just arrived. S gets inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the airport, terminal 1,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 113. EXT. URBAN STREET.DAY CONTINUED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;98.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is on the same street. She calls Joe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on, pick it up, pick it up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pick it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joe, it's me. I'm fucked, again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is serious. She is leaving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So? Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, that's the plan. But I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't have money and I don't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time to go to my place. Please,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tell me you have a car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know someone with a car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My boyfriend, but he is out of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHIT! WAIT, YOUR BOYFRIEND!? You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have a boyfriend? You, gay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I thought I told you. He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;works in a gallery. I think I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;99.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, how long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, man, congratulations. I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;very happy for you, really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How is his name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you have to go to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;airport?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J hangs the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOE SMILES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J is walking but suddenly she stops. We can see her cell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;phone and she searches one name: P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 115. EXT. OUTSIDE TERMINAL 1 DEPARTURES ENTRANCE.DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see s arriving at the airport terminal 1. S closes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the door of the cab. The taxi driver is taking the suitcase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out. It is 4:30 pm IN HER WATCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 116. INT. P'S CAR. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;100.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is 4:30 on the car's radio. The door of the car is open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see J on the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J gets inside the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P starts the car. They remain silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what else to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SILENCE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONTINUED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 117. INT. TERMINAL 1 CHECK IN DESK. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S is doing the check in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 116. INT.P'S CAR. DAY CONTINUED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONTINUED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;101.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J puts some music on the radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You never call me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd tried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No messages, nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because… I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because, what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, you came, it doesn't matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I was afraid you would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;send me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why I was going to do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why? You ask me why? Maybe the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fact I'm in love with another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woman is not a convincing reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;102.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, and..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I love you, fuck, I'm in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with you and I having your baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't, and, I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what to do and I love her, it's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;too much, I feel bad, I feel…I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feel I'm not fucking sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anymore… and, I'm pregnant, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to kill it, he or she,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because I'm going to be a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;horrible mother and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P stops the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What the fuck?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONTINUED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 118. INT. TERMINAL 1 PASSPORT CONTROLS. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S is passing the control. She has to take out this huge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 116. INT. P'S CAR.DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONTINUED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You want me to get off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look. I'm tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;103.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you stop for a minute? Fuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look, I'm not sure of many things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I know this. You are clever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;funny, extremely sweet, clearly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;open minded, (J laughs) You don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;judge or critic others, of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;course, you can be a pain in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ass that snores horribly at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You do. And you don't think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before you act, I know, but I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cannot imagine other person more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;suitable for being the mother of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my child. I love you and love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;means I want you to be happy, so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let's go to the fucking airport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before you suffer a collapse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P starts the car and accelerates too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 119. INT. CAFETERIA INSIDE AIRPORT TERMINAL. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S is waiting sitting in front of the window watching the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;planes, she see happy couples. On the screen appears the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;announcement: BA678 LONDON GO TO GATE A6. S STANDS UP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 120. EXT. OUTSIDE AIRPORT TERMINAL1 .DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J and P arrive at the terminal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 121. INT. INSIDE AIRPORT TERMINAL1. CHECK IN DESKS. DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They check the screen: BA678 BOARDING GATE A6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;104.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P shows his ID to the officer and they run through the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S is waiting a queue to precede the embarkation. J arrives,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P behind her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said don't go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heard you, but I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;understand why I shouldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good point. Why shouldn`t you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe you are right. I don't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;studies, I don't like noodles, I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't have a job and I'm pregnant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because of him. I just love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe is not enough, but that is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it. I love you. I love how I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I'm with you and fuck, I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't know, I can tell you all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that sweet bullshit from all the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;movies I've seen, including&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kurdish ones, but, the thing is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just cannot stand the idea of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you away from my life. I need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in my life. I need you both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S is staring. The people is staring at the two of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You hurt me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;105.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. You don’t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You hurt me bad, and I'm not sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to overcome it. No, I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cannot trust you I cannot be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sure. I'm sorry, but I really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have to go. Sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S faces the embarkation gate and stars to walk. She is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;facing the camera and we can see the tears falling from her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eyes covering all her face. A hand touches her shoulder and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she turns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CUT TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 122. END CREDITS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J NARRATOR (V.O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, this is it. Thank you for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watching. Tomorrow we'll be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in another "how to create your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;own romantic movie" Goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 123. INT. INSIDE SMALL TV SET.DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are back in the tv set. There is a curtain behind J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on, I cannot do that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, we are basically at the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;end. The question is: what is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going to happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a) S forgives J basically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;b) S is still mad at J, she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;flies to London and J wanders in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a life of self-destruction alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and penniless filled with regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and auto-compassion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;106.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;c) The country is taken by the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people from Matrix and a new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;regime is settle down that avoids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;human contact and personal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;relationships&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CUT TO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Appears an image and a voice IN OVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Voice OVER (V.O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now is the time. Please, send a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sms to 56783 with the answer a, b&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or c followed by ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BACK TO THE TV STUDIO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the answer is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J opens the curtain slowly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is a tv. On the tv there is a baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEC 124. INT. J'S APARTMENT.DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see the ceiling. J's face appears on the screen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see the baby again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ummm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S face appears in the screen next to J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Analyzing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;107.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This thing is loaded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can see the baby laughing on his bassinet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, this thing is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dangerous, any precaution is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mandatory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J has nappies on her hand.P's face appears on the screen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;next to J and S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Move, I can handle this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He removes the diaper from the baby, is all filthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P (OFF)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ARGG,jesus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P has the dirty diapers in his hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well. It wasn't that difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe you can try it some time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P drops the dirty nappy over his feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck!!Shit, sorry! AH, MAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J and S are laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your idiot!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;108.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT’D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(MORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shut up. Give me that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The three of them are laughing. Suddenly, the baby urinates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shooting its liquid at them and they scream. The image&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;freezes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FADE OUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;APPEARS ON THE SCREEN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J+S+P= LOVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;109.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(CONT'D)&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>ANTE EL ROBO ¿BUENA CARA?</title><link>http://lavidaessugestion.blogspot.com/2010/02/ante-el-robo-buena-cara.html</link><category>PENSAMIENTOS</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sugestionando86)</author><pubDate>Sun, 21 Feb 2010 10:28:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236969537156750214.post-8790623160230023170</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eso me pasa por&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;es el pensamiento más común entre la gente que acaba de perderlo todo en cuatro microsegundos de parpadeo y medio. Mas eso no es todo. A continuación os voy a relatar la serie de cambios físicos y químicos que experimenta un sujeto tras el descubrimiento más típico de la corrompida ciudad de Madrid: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Me c...en to lo c..., que me han robao"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cambios Psicomotores rápidos:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Fuerte acción ventriculoauricular que proyecta una mayor cantidad de sangre pasmada a toda la zona facial sin proporcionar más oxígeno al cerebro. Los pulmones comienzan a demandar grandes cantidades de aire provocando así la sofocación exagerada del individuo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;2) C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ambios motores de fe:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cambio bastante común que se percibe en todos los sujetos estudiados. Consiste en una mayor actividad de las extremidades que hacen al sujeto &amp;nbsp;buscar sus pertenencias en los sitios más extraños. Desde debajo de la mesa hasta el interior de la caja registradora. Este cambio es peligroso ya que suele ser contagioso. No es extraño el ver a los conocidos más inocentes y con cara de asombro buscando debajo de manteles o plantas de decoración.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;3)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cambios psicomotores lentos o dramáticos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A este cambio también se le suele denominar como LLegada del clímax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Mientras tu&amp;nbsp;corazón late con fuerza, &amp;nbsp;tus oídos se taponan y &amp;nbsp;el slow motion empieza a hacer &amp;nbsp;presión. Este efecto es muy importante. En esta fase el sujeto permanece en estado de completo &amp;nbsp;amuermamiento petrificado de cara deformada hasta que un manto de &amp;nbsp;lágrimas cubre su rostro.&amp;nbsp;Tu cerebro amuermado sólo puede discernir dos sonidos: un pitidito muy agudo y penetrante &amp;nbsp;y los comentarios del consejo de sabios que se ha creado &amp;nbsp;a tu alrededor. Oirás comentarios tales como: "uy ¿te han robado el bolso? no te preocupes, te pagaremos las copas" o "uyyy... que putada. Bueno, lo material no importa" Es en estos momentos en los que el amuermamiento con su &amp;nbsp;primera fase de negación dan lugar al griterío y al me ca...bueno seamos finos Defeco sobre todo el mundo. No, no me relaja. ME CAGO EN TODO EL MUNDO. Uy , así.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"¿Qué lo material no importa?&amp;nbsp;Dímelo&amp;nbsp;cuando te roben hasta las llaves de tu casa y no puedas entrar.&amp;nbsp;Dímelo&amp;nbsp;cuando te roben todo el dinero y el móvil, IMBÉCIL" El individuo está fuera de control y comienza a meterse con todo representante de la autoridad del local así como con los representantes mas altos del consejo de sabios. Te mandan callar y el ofrecimiento de copas gratis se hace más persistente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Los representantes de la autoridad local te ayudan de manera sobrecogedora al invitarte a una ronda de copas gratis. Todo el mundo está etílicamente contento mientras tu alma desde el infierno grita a todo pulmón.&amp;nbsp;La sangre dejó de fluir en el cerebro y uno no sabe que hacer. "Ya no se puede hacer nada" &amp;nbsp;y todos beben sus copas. El amuermamiento se intensifica. &amp;nbsp;EL sujeto todavía no se apercibe del increíble material del que están hechos los miembros del consejo de sabios. Otra lucha sin sentido más contra una administración inamovible que provoca el desembocamiento en el siguiente y último cambio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Metamorfosis y terrorismo facebukinao:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Esta fase se caracteriza por la persistencia del amuermamiento cerebraL y la hinchazón de los ojos llorosos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;El sujeto llega sin acompañamiento al hogar además de sin llaves, sin móvil y sin lo más vital en su existencia ateísta, su ipod 30gbs con 4.000 canciones de emergencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;La luz de las diez de la mañana penetra con fuerza a&amp;nbsp;través&amp;nbsp;de las ventanas iluminando con un aura cegadora el&amp;nbsp;portátil&amp;nbsp;que está sobre la mesa&amp;nbsp;dándole&amp;nbsp;una idea brutal al sujeto. Las consecuencias pueden ser DEVASTADORAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONCLUSIONES BÁSICAS:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OS ACONSEJO: NO VAYAIS AL RESTAURANTE KIYO EN LA VIDA. El robo es una constante en ese lugar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2)OS DESEO: BUENA SUERTE EN LA VIDA&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Y QUE NUNCA OS ROBEN!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;SALUDOS CIBERNÉTICOS&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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