REVEALED MEMORIES
Thank you very much for the lift!
- You're welcome...
- Look, you're not very well, are you?
- I'm fine. Why?
It's in your face... You didn't speak the whole flight... What's bothering you?
- I've been a bit 'away'... It must be that. - What do you mean, Miguel?
- I had that mad dreams again...
- What dreams?
- I dreamed of you, damn it!
- That talk again? Well, this is getting serious! - Yes, of course it's getting serious!
Pal, on this last one... you kissed me! It was so real that I woke up feeling sick!
- Why do you think you're still having those dreams?
- I don't know...
The truth is, last night I slept more than 8 hours... I don't remember the last time I had such a good night's sleep. We've been always on parties...
- So, maybe that's the reason why. That's it! You slept too much, that's why you had that silly dreams...
That's it!
- Yes, yes... It may be the lack of good sleep...
We've been from party to party... maybe that's why my brain is a bit stunted at the moment... - Exactly!
That's why you'll use this next days to rest decently, ok? - You can bet on that! I Definitely will!
- Miguel, calm down... It's just a dream, not real life!
- Yes, but I'd like to know why I'm always dreaming of it... - Well, I don't know... I don't know, Miguel.
Maybe... Because we're always together...
We're best friends, we do everything together, we go out together...
we work together...
We share the same hotel room when we travel. Maybe what's the reason why.
- Yes, you're right. That may be the reason why... - Pal, and if that issue is bothering you... Just forget it!
Listen, Fernando and Rita are coming back and they will need you.
- Yes, I'd better be going. I can't wait to talk to them. This whole situation with André was totally unbelievable...
- Yes... I can't imagine how relieved Rita must be!...
Do you remember how she was when we took her to Lloret, poor woman...
- Of course I remember... But, fortunately it all ended well! - Yes, it did!
- Give her a big hug from me when you see her, ok? - Of course I will! See you! - See you!
- Hey, uncle!
- Hey! Calm down!
Why all that excitement?
Is it because your girlfriend is coming from Spain?
- I don't even know if I'll see her... And Maria is not my grilfriend... yet.
- So, why all that joy?
- I'll present a math class. - Oh, sure...
Do you think I believe you?
Your heart must be jumping, kid... But go for it!
She's pretty. Go for it!
- It's not so simple... Maybe she got closer to André... The time they were there...
- It's always a possibility...
You know girls tend to like guys with problems...
- Oh, they should be here by now! - Xana, they'll arrive, be calm...
- António, are you mad? She's my best friend!
And she just went through a terrible situation. How do you expect me to be?
- Look! They're here!
- Welcome home, my dear! finaly!
- Sister!
- Mr. André... what a big scare you gave to your parents!
- ... You gave us all!
- Yes, all of us were breathless!
- They told me you were really worried abouy me... - Yes...
But don't you get vain, now!
- What's up with you, Miguel? You're a bit down...
- I haven't been sleeping very well. That's all. But with all of this situation, I think it's normal, isn't it?
- Oh, let it be. You'll see you'll sleep like a baby tonight!
- Yes, tonight I'll have a better rest. Well, excuse me.
- That's a good decision. We'll speak about it all later, ok?
Take care, my dear. Kiss.
Bye.
- Good morning. - Good morning. - How are you?
- Are you ok?
- Not really, Teresa...
- Why? What happened?
- Miguel dreamed of that night again...
But this time...
... with much more details...
I'm screwed, Teresa... I'm screwed...
- You don't know for how much long he'll be with amnesia...
If he keeps on having those dreams, he probably will remember what really happened that night, sooner or later...
You should prepare yourself for what's coming your way! - No, Teresa. I'm not prepared! I'm not!
- But some time has passed...
I'm sure his reaction won't be so extreme as if he had found out at that time.
- Seriously, Teresa? You really don't know Miguel!
Miguel is the opposite!
If he finds out only now what happened, his anger will be much bigger!
- 'This kind of dreams may be related to someone's insecurities'
'I don't know, Miguel...'
'We work together, it normal that these thoughts come from your unconscious mind...'
- May I?
What's wrong with you, Miguel?
Don't tell me 'is nothing'. I know something's not right just by looking at your face... What is it?
- Rita, do you... do you understand anything about dreams? Or in this case... nightmares?
No. Just what people usually say. That's something from our subconsciente mind... Why?
- And, have you ever had a dream that seems pretty much real? More as a memory than anything else...
- Yes, I had... And it was a memory indeed...
- But, it can be just a dream, right?...
- Yes... What's wrong with you, Miguel?
I'd rather not to talk about it. It disturbs me to talk about it...
- Ok... If that's the way you want... See you later.
- I've been dreaming I'm in bed with Paulo...
Miguel, you and Paulo spend a lot of time together... You traver a lot...
You go out at night together... You're always together. It's natural that your subconscious mind processes your relationship that way.
- Have you ever had an erotic dream with Xana or Teresa?
- No. - There you have it! It's not a normal thing!
- But did anything happen between you two, to be the origin of your dreams?
- I don't know... I have no idea...
One of these nights, I drank too much and I spent the night over his place. But he assured me that nothing happened.
... But I don't remember anything about that night... I totally blacked out!
And it frightens... the idea that something could have happened and I don't know.
- I'm much more frightened by the idea that you can drink so much that you black out and lose your memory.
In this days that I spent in Lloret, I saw a lot of kids blacking out, and it's pretty bad!
- Don't compare me to those kids, they can't control themselves.
- Your nephew is one of those kids. He drank too much, he went to the beach, he was kidnapped, he was about to die.
Control is a nice thing until the moment we lose it!
When we lose ti, we are reduced to our insignificance.
If you weren't so conservative, boy...
- I'm not a conservative... - Yes, you are! 'men with men doesn't work!' It's a phrase of yours.
Problems will only persist until the day we face them!
- Did you also learned that on those weeks?
- No. I already knew it. I just confirmed what I already knew.
'Do you wanna tell me something?'
'- Like what, for instance?'
'- I don't know...'
'- Do you have feelings for me?'
'Hey, pal! Are you crazy? I don't like men!'
- Look, mother! Isn't he your friend?
- You're here?
How are you?
Do you usually come to this side of the city? - No. I made her come!
- Yes. Bea didn't know this side of the city and we decided to walk by a bit, before we go home.
- Then I'm lucky today!
Can I offer you a coffee? - There's no need for that, thank you.
- What about you? Do you want an ice cream? - Of course I do!
- Bea! - Come on, an ice cream once in a while never made any bad to anyone!
- But for Bea 'once in a while' is everyday! - Come on, mother! Don't be boring...
- Can it be? - Yes, it can! Let's have that ice cream and that coffee!
What about you? Was it your day off and you came for a walk?
- I needed to think a bit... - About good stuff?
- About life!
- Problems?
- You have no idea...
Anyway... but tell me about you!
Last time we saw eachother you weren't very well...
- Deceptions... and the worst part is when someone disappoints my daughter...
- You saw Ricardo again? - Yes. - I figured...
- He's brother in law of my brother and... since Becas died, things have been chaotic in our place.
and he has shown up there...
- But you don't seem too troubled about that...
- Paulo, you know what's the problem?
The problem is the more I get closer to Ricardo, the more I'm sure I'll get hurt...
Liking the wrong person is very complicated!
- It looks like you just told my story...
- Really? - Really.
I'm in a really complicated situation!
And the thing is: I don't know if I'm gonna be fine when I get out of this... - But, do you wanna get out?
- That's the real problem... - I figured...
Paulo, I'm sure things will work out for you. You don't have kids.
It's always easier to manage this kind of situations when there's no one depending on us.
- I'm not so sure about that. Somethings we can't manage at all... They can only go wrong...
- What are you doing here, bro?
- The police inspector is inside there talking to André... and I wanna be close... just in case.
- Do you want me to stay here with you?
- No. There's no need. Go and have breakfast. I'll be here.
- Ok. If you need something, just tell me, ok?
- Bom dia, Josefa! - Bom dia, Miguel!
I was just about to take you your friend's clothes to your bedroom.
- Oh, I totally forgot about that. I'll try to give it to him today. Thank's.
Are you going to tell me... - Thank you for everything... - Wait, are you going to tell me what's happening or not?
I like you too. Now you know that I like you too, pal.
- Look Teresa, pal! - 'Low your voice, look Teresa!'
It can't be!... It can't be!...
'What happened is that you blacked out in the taxi. You were knocked out. I brought you up stairs to my bedroom.'
'... I didn't wanna upset Teresa, when she arrived. Got it?'
- 'Were you the one you took my clothes off?'
- 'No, no... I left you in my room, sitting on the bed... It must have been you... alone...'
- 'Girls? I don't remember any girls in the club... - But we met two girls...'
'We paid them a few drinks, we had fun with them...'
Hello, Miguel! Come on in! - Is Paulo home?
- Yes, in his bedroom. Do you want me to tell him you're here?
- No. There's no need.
- Come on in! I'll be there in a moment!
- I came to give you back the clothes I borrow you the other day.
- Ok, ok. Put it over the bed.
Hi, how are you doing?
- I haven't been back here since that night...
- Excuse me?
- I had not come back to this bedroom... since the day I slept here...
... Now I'm looking to this bed...
... to these sheets...
It wasn't a dream, was it, Paulo?
We really slept... together!?!
You're a faggot! You're a piece of shit!
- Stop it! Stop it! Enough! - You're fucked up with me, did you hear me? You're fucked up with me! - Stop it!
- I'll put an end to your life! And I'll star by the thing you like the most!
Jaques will be the first to know that you don't worth a thing! You're a faggot!
Your career in LusoJet is about to end!
- Miguel, please!...
I know I should have been honest with you, but... don't do that to me, please!
- Do you think I won't? It will be the first I will do, Paulo!
- And don't you forget to tell him that you went to bed with Paulo, as well!
- I was drunk! - You were both drunk!!!
... And you slept together!!
If you're going to tell him that my brother is gay, don't you forget to tell him that you're gay too!
- I had never been to bed with a guy! - And from what you know, neither Paulo!
- He's a faggot! - And you're rude and prejudiced!
You won't do any bad to my brother! I can assure you that you won't!
- You knew it...
Of course you knew it...
... and I was the one that played the fool!... being laughed at...
But you can be sure this won't end like this!
This won't end like this!
- Paulo, can you hold on? - Teresa, please don't let him tell this to anybody!
- Miguel, Miguel.... Wait!
I was being serious there in the bedroom!
If you do anything against my brother, I won't have any problem to put an end to your career, also!
- You're both the same, it's unbelievable. Out! Let me out, Teresa!
- I will let you go...
But before you judge Paulo, think about this:
You were both drunk, you slept together...
Nobody forced you to do anything...
... and that troubled you!... - Are you crazy?
Paulo tricked me! - Did he?
Aren't you the one tricking yourself?
- I'm not a fag! I have repulsion towards guys like your brother! - Shut up! You don't know what you're saying!
- Yes, I do! Guys like your brother are all the same! They're always trying to got to bed with guys like me!
- It wasn't even hard to do it. You just needed to drink a bit more...
- You're lucky, I don't hit women... Let me out, Teresa!
- It would be funny if you'd try!
Look at yourself!
You're totally out of yourself! How could you hit my brother like that?
- But, how do you want me to react? Tell me! Paulo was my best friend!
And look what he did: He took me to bed! - He likes you!
- Don't you say that! - He always loved you!
- Paulo lied to me his whole life! He pretended to be a normal guy, but in the end of the day, he was just like this:
HE IS A FAGGOT! - Listen to yourself! Do you think he's not normal, just because he goes to bed with men, insead of women?
What century do you live in? - This is the way I think!
And Paulo knew it all along! He knows I hate gays, lesbians. I'm sick of these people!
- Shut up! Shut up! Stop it!
Paulo perfectly knew that this was the worst thing he could have done to me! - Look, remember one thing...
If you tell anything to your boss... - He destroyed...
... EVERYTHING!
EVERYTHING!
- Out!
- Paulo, can you stand up?
Come here...
- I'm a bit dizzy... - We must go to the hospital.
- There's no need... - You were punched in the stomach, you must be examined... Paulo, come with me...
- Did you managed to talk to Miguel?
- He was not into that...
- He's going to tell Jaques, Teresa... - He won't do that!
Calm down. How did it happened? What have you told him?
- I didn't tell anything. He discovered by himself...
- You could have avoided all of this, if you had told him before...
- He would always react like this, Teresa...
- Hold on to me... Come on... I'll take you to the hospital.
- Let me be... - We must go, come on!
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