Decoding the Past: Doomsday 2012 - The End of Days Page #3

the first three days.

l had a throat infection.

l thought my cough would kill me.

They had to give me a shot.

l was alone with nobody

to take care of me.

Sorry, l shoud've gone with you.

Yesterday the shoot was

in the middle of the desert...

and a cactus thorn went through

my trousers...

and wounded my leg.

- Let me see.

- Here.

- Let me see.

- No.

- Let me see.

- No, no, no!

Don't think l've forgiven you.

Sometimes l think there's another woman.

There's no other woman.

There's only you.

The day there's another woman,

promise me...

- l'll be the first to know.

- Yes.

Hello.

Who is this?

Yes, it's his house.

You're talking to his wife.

Yes, he's here.

Who is this?

A Mr. Bonet.

Ask him to come up.

Come up.

Marcel Poussire arrives

in three weeks for a conference.

l'd like you to be the interpreter.

That's great, Bonet.

l thought, you and Carmen.

You two have worked together, right?

- Carmen Bosch?

- Yes.

No, l don't think so.

She's excellent.

You two will work well together.

Bonet says it's time

to leave the computer...

and face the public.

A bit of money would

be perfect right now.

For sure.

- Do you know this Carmen?

- lf she's who l think...

she's a girl l went to college with.

Great.

So we have work?

Yes.

l was a kid. l was in a slum.

l had a new dress...

and asked my father to adjust the skirt.

The sky was darkening.

lt started to get cold.

lt was very misty and l was in a cab.

lt was a foreign country.

For me?

Thanks.

lt was an Argentinian cab,

black and yellow.

l don't know what language he spoke.

l couldn't understand.

l asked him to take me home

but l didn't know where l lived.

l looked in my bag.

l couldn't find my keys.

A phone was ringing.

There was no phone in my bag.

lt was ringing and ringing.

l wanted to answer, but...

A chocolate?

lt's delicious!

lt rang and rang and l woke up.

Don't you want to lick her p*ssy too?

l'm late. Sorry.

lt's ok.

Poussire's flight was late.

He must be sleeping.

Well, in my experience

the famous are always late.

- Let's have a coffee?

- Ok.

Listen.

ls it pre-babelian or pre-babelic?

No. l'd say pre-Babel.

Pre-Babel. Yes, right.

lt's him, Rimini.

And that jug?

He takes it everywhere.

Let's go.

They are the dreamers who can

take their dreams for reality.

We have seen that the creation

of an universal language...

often relies on the nostalgia...

of an original language, pre-Babel.

Poussire was late.

They wanted to have dinner.

l escaped.

l left food in the fridge.

Tomorrow is the last day

of the conference.

You want to come?

Are you sure?

Yes, l'd like you to come.

What shall l wear?

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