All About My Mother Page #2

like an intellectual or a writer.

In my case that's normal,

because I'm also a writer.

''Intensive Care Unit''

This is Lola, at Ramn y Cajal.

Yes?

We've got a possible donor.

He's in the ICU.

They've done the first EEG...

but the mother hasn't given

her consentyet.

Can I have the details?

I don't have them.

It's Manuela's son.

The Manuela that I know?

The coordinator?

Yes. He's dead.

It's awful.

Unfortunately...

the result of the EEG

is what we'd feared.

We have to make a decision

immediately.

CONSENT BY NEXT OF KIN

OPERATING ROOM:

HEAR:

It's from the hospital!

We have to go.

We have to call.

- I'll do it. You calm down.

- I am calm-- but call them.

ALVEDRO AI RPORT, CORUA

REGIONAL HOSPITAL, CORUA

THREE WEEKS LATER

We're outside now,

sweetheart.

We're out at last.

He looks great.

Who'd have believed it?

He certainly didn't.

I feel I can breathe

like before.

- Even better.

- With an 1 8-year-old's heart!

- I'll fix you some apple fritters.

- No, he has to be careful.

Last night, Mom showed me

a picture of when she was young.

Half of it was missing.

Ididn't want to tell her,

but my life is missing that same half.

I was worried.

I thought you'd never call.

I called

as soon as I got to Madrid.

I mean in Argentina.

I called you loads of times...

but I must have got

your aunt's numbe rwrong.

I wasn't in Argentina, Mamen.

I went to Corua.

Why did you go there?

I went after my son's heart.

Who told you?

How did you know?

I looked in the files...

until I found the name and address

of the transplant recipient.

You shouldn't have.

It was wrong,

and the best way to go crazy.

- Look at me, damn it!

- I know that.

The best thing for me

is to quit the NTO and leave Madrid.

- I didn't say that.

- But you think it-- and you're right.

I think I won't even unpack.

You're in no shape to travel alone.

You're ill.

You have to rest up

and get better.

I'll stay here tonight.

- Then come home with me.

- I want to be alone, Mamen.

- Try to be reasonable.

- How?

Seventeen years ago,

I made this same journey...

but in the opposite direction,

from Barcelona to Madrid.

I was running away then too...

butI wasn't alone.

I was carrying Esteban

inside me.

I was running away

from his father then...

and now I'm going

in search of him.

- Shall I keep going?

- Yes, go on.

Stop!

Son of a b*tch!

You're crazy, you f*ggot!

Son of a b*tch!

- What did you do?

- I hit him with a stone.

- Help me get him up.

- Get up. Come on.

Come on,Juan. Get up.

Are you all right?

Stand up.

Let's get moving.

Come on, quickly.

What a f***ing useless psychopath!

Look.

See that bonfire

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