Julieta Page #3

JULIETA:

That’s wonderful! Listen, say

hello to your mother…

BEATRIZ:

Mom died three years ago. My

brother lives here. We’re meeting

him and my nieces in a restaurant,

but we’re running late.

Julieta looks anxiously at the woman in the group who

is watching them in annoyance.

JULIETA:

I’m sorry… (Forced, but she wants

to know) What else did Ant.a tell

you?

BEATRIZ:

Not much. I asked about you and

she told me you were still living

in Madrid. And look, what a

coincidence!

JULIETA:

Yes, I’m still here. And I’ll be

staying here. And… Did she look

well?

BEATRIZ:

Yes… and she wasn’t even wearing

make-up. She’s very thin, but

pretty.

She gives her a kiss, obviously ending the

conversation. In a serious, sincere tone:

BEATRIZ:

I’m really happy to see you

looking so well, Julieta. Bye.

Beatriz runs off after the kiss and joins the group

waiting for her, while Julieta watches hungrily.

4. MADRID. A STREET JUNCTION IN THE CENTER. EXT. DAY.

CONT.

2016. SPRING.

Julieta remains motionless on the sidewalk. She watches

helplessly as Beatriz disappears round the next corner

with her group of friends. She would swear that the

woman dressed with masculine elegance is asking her,

intrigued, who she was. Beatriz explains to her. Juliet

can’t hear them.

5. MADRID. HOUSE 2. SITTING ROOM. INT. NIGHT.

2016. SPRING.

Julieta comes into her apartment with the plastic bags

containing her last purchases. Her face is no longer

that of the happy, tranquil woman in the first

sequences with Lorenzo. Now her expression is somber

and agitated. In her mind she hears time and again the

conversation with Beatriz in the street, like a

ritornello. She can’t get it out of her head.

She leaves the bags on the writing desk, picks up the

wastepaper basket and puts it on the desk. Julieta

rummages around in it, under the gaze of Lucian Freud

from one of the posters. In the silence of the night

and with the light from the lamp, Freud’s portrait

takes on an inquisitive presence. Julieta finally finds

the Christmas card-sized blue envelope that she threw

out in the morning. Her cell phone rings. It’s Lorenzo.

She doesn’t answer it. It rings again, she still

doesn’t answer it. Julieta can’t stop looking at the

blue envelope while her breathing grows more agitated.

6. MADRID. JULIETA’S HOUSE 2. INT. THE NEXT MORNING.

2016. SPRING.

Julieta puts some water in a saucepan to boil, to make

tea. Everything is tidy. She is wearing sports clothes

suitable for house wear.

Silence.

The entry phone rings. It’s Lorenzo. Julieta presses

the button to let him in.

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