i just spoke to the transportation minister. things are in full swing. yes, we are doing the caracas
i will dictate a letter for the minister of industry.
are you alright?
why don't you tell me what's wrong? i'm sure i could help you.
of course. what's wrong with him?
i am really sorry.
good morning, lena.
you are never a bother.
don't worry. we will take him to the emergency room at a private clinic. you told me that he has stomach cancer.
the best digestive surgeon in europe is at the clinica de la luz. i will take care of the admittance issue. call an ambulance and tell them to pick up your parents. i'll meet you at the clinica de la luz in an hour.
how's the patient?
will you be able to save him?
give him the best blood you've got!
he will survive, ma'am.
if i haven't been a good father in eighteen years, i don't think i can learn to be one precisely now.
i have them. very deep feelings, they just don't include either of you.
stop blackmailing me, rosanna. tell ernesto that if he wants to talk to me he should call me himself.
blackmailers!
it'd be better if you didn't get involved with them, lena.
i don't know. but the mother has told me he is a bit faggot. if i ask him to come i would like for you to tell me if that's true.  and whether you think there's any remedy.
i am not asking you to fuck him, but you good-looking girls can tell these things.
i was in the living room and, since we weren't planning to go out, i started drinking early. i am pretty drunk, as you may notice. suddenly, i heard a thump, i ran to the stairs and there she was. she tripped and fell down the stairs.
you really can't wait?