A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL LOVE STORY
THE TIME IT TAKES
SEVEN MINUTES IN THE PRESENT AND FOUR MINUTES IN THE PAST
Oh, fuck.
They sent you?
I just finished my shift.
Those are the pills.
I also brought you a spray and cream for the itching.
Okay.
Call me if you need anything. I had chickenpox as a kid.
Thanks.
We'll only stay for a little bit.
- Hi. - Oh, hi...
God, you look awful.
A bit, yes.
Why don't you stand behind the door? I'm not sure if I had it.
- Okay. - Sorry.
No, no. It's okay.
We made you some soup. I'll leave it here. Grab it when we leave, okay?
Okay.
How are you?
Well...
...I'm covered in bumps.
- And does it itch a lot? - Yeah.
- Do you have a fever? - Yes, that too.
Do you have bumps on your tongue? My mom said you can even get them there.
Mm, yes.
Well, watch a series, a movie,
keep yourself distracted. Okay?
- Yes. - What's wrong?
Nothing, it's just that it hurts even when I speak.
She's a mess. She's not doing well.
- What are you gonna do? - What?
- What are you going to do? - We're going to have a drink.
Have fun.
Pedro, you go ahead.
- You sure? - Yes, go ahead, I'll stay for a bit.
- I'll see you later, okay? - Okay.
- Sorry. - Bye, Lina.
- Lini. - What?
It's like a flashback from Sunday school.
This whole thing with the door.
Um, I used to always confess the same thing.
I'd say that I fought with my sister.
I'd always make something up, I didn't want to tell the truth.
Yeah.
I'm not doing well, Inés.
- Lina? - I'm down here.
I just realized that we aren't...
That this is real...
That Nico and I aren't getting back together.
And... And...
And the truth is, I don't know what to do.
I miss the time when I was happy, and...
That's gone now.
It hasn't been very long, Lini.
This is normal.
Little by little, you'll start feeling better. You'll recover.
Just take it easy, okay?
We were together for years, and...
We've been through so much that...
I'm always thinking about it.
I keep remembering, and replaying it all in my mind on a loop...
- Don't cry... - I can't.
No.
Everyone leaves in the end, Inés.
Lini,
open the door, come on.
I don't know. And I also think,
"Maybe it's me."
"There must be something wrong with me." You know?
Don't say that. There's nothing wrong with you.
I'm here with you. Okay?
I'm here. Listen. Hi!
You're so silly.
Calm down. There's nothing wrong with you.
Ouch.
Ready, set... Whoa!
Pedal fast! Go, go, go!
Well done, Lina! Come on!
- Oh, oh! - Pedal hard!
You let me go!
But you let go of me!
But you did it.
You let go of me!
- You did it for two seconds. - But you let me go!
It's okay. Come on.
- Wave at Dad, over there, to the camera. - No, no.
- Not to the camera. - Okay.
I really hurt myself.
- Where? - On my butt!
- On your butt? - Yes!
You're okay.
If we fall again, what do we have to do? We try again. Okay?
- Can we go back there now? - Sure.
And if we fall again, what will we do?
- We'll get back on the bike... - And try again!
That's the spirit!
Ouch.
Are you hungry?
Mm.
Yes.
Shall we?
- I don't know what I want. - Hmm.
Some croquettes?
Hi. Ready to order?
Uh, no. What do you recommend?
Well, what would you like?
Something for a special day.
Uh-huh.
- Well... - We're all dressed up and everything. Mm?
- Yes. - We came straight from church.
- Oh. - We want a real feast.
Huh. Well, we have a two-pound rib-eye steak.
It's perfect for two.
Uh, we also have some wild sea bass, it came in today and it's delicious.
What about the special menu?
Yes. We have a special menu for weddings and first communions.
And can you make it a special menu for burials and funerals?
Oh.
Well,
I'll ask.
Mm.
Bathroom break.
Nico.
How did you do it?
I remember that...
right after my mom died, I went on the end-of-year school trip.
And while I was there, it felt like time stood still.
I couldn't stop thinking about her.
And the good memories
made me feel sad, and...
And the bad ones made me feel even sadder.
People kept telling me it was all a matter of time.
That I had to hang in there.
But the months went by and...
In the end, I realized I was the one who wasn't letting time go by.
So I decided to start thinking about her.
I'd think about things like when she'd wake me up in the morning
and her hands smelled like cigarettes.
Or when she'd sing to me just to annoy me,
because she knew I hated it.
But every day, I'd think of her one minute less.
And that would make one minute less of sorrow.
You never told me about that.
Because I had forgotten.
THIS SERIES IS A WORK OF FICTION.
Subtitle translation by Molly Yurick.