Sorry.
Hey, what did you give me?
Where are you going?
What’s it to you?
Hey,
where are you going?
Home.
What, do you want to come or what?
... his contempt for American politics
Kobain, 27 years old
was on the floor of his home
and beside him lay a note written by him
before his suicide.
A note, and on his stomach, a shotgun.
With it he had shot himself in the head.
His youth and the scene of his death
guarantee his passage into legend.
THE DAY KURT COBAIN DIED
What a neighborhood.
It’s not that bad.
Where do you live?
Downtown.
But I used to live in one like this.
I’ve always lived here.
I love it.
Lots of good things happened to me here.
For example, when I was little, my dog died.
And we buried her in the yard.
Do you want to see?
I don’t think so.
We planted a tree, you can’t tell.
Do you want a Coke or something?
We’ve got...
Dinosaur cookies.
Whatever you’re having.
I’m not sure they’re cookies, but they taste good, I think.
See that door?
When I was seven I hid there.
And I played a prank on my mom.
I wrote her a note saying I’d run away
because nobody loved me and that I was going to catch a train.
I was in there for like two hours.
She almost killed me.
I ran away once.
I went to Seville.
Seriously?
Yeah, when I was like ten.
With my communion money.
Once I almost ran away with a boyfriend from school.
I don’t even remember his name.
Do you remember your first girlfriend?
I never had one.
Why?
I don’t know, I think I treated them badly.
I’d lift their skirts and spit on them.
That’s disgusting.
Yeah, I don’t know why I did it.
How long have you lived here?
About four months.
We used to live in Barcelona.
And you haven’t hooked up with anyone?
A few times.
Like three or four.
I’ve hooked up with eleven.
I counted them.
One’s Roberto.
He sits behind you.
You fought the other day, right?
What happened?
Well, I skipped class the day before.
And he smacked me on the head.
But like, really hard.
And then he said I just had to put up with it.
Because I’m the new guy.
He can put up with it himself.
What an asshole.
Did they call your parents?
Yeah, but no one answered.
My mom sleeps during the day.
What’s wrong with her?
She sleeps really badly.
But for the past year it’s worse.
Because of something that happened to my brother.
Hey, why don’t you sit down?
You know people say you’re a bit weird?
Who says that?
I don’t know, people.
They say you’re a freak.
And that you spend all day alone.
I can give you some friends, I’ve got spares.
Of course they want to hook up with you.
Why?
Because you’re nice.
And pretty.
What happened to your brother?
He killed himself.
You’re joking, right?
Yeah, of course.
I’m cold. Do you want a blanket?
Don’t make me look fat.
Do I like this record? Who are they?
No idea.
Hey, what did you do in Seville when you ran away?
I went to Isla Mágica.
But a cop stopped me and my sister had to come pick me up.
The trip back was nice.
I don’t know, we slept in a hotel.
It was fun.
Hey, isn’t it weird you invited me over?
What’s weird about it?
I don’t know, we don’t talk much.
Well, a bit at school.
We do talk.
We’re talking now.
Anyway I don’t like talking much with people I already know.
I mean, it’s better talking to you, the others always talk about the same things.
How long have you been drawing?
I don’t know, forever.
Come on, show me.
Wait, just a second, a tiny second.
When I was a kid I did ballet.
Seriously?
Doesn’t suit you at all.
I hated it.
My teacher was super rude and the dress was hideous.
They even signed me up for a competition.
I won second prize.
I’ve never won anything.
I had a friend who drew naked old ladies.
It was kind of gross, but very artistic and all that.
And do you want to study fine arts or something?
I don’t know, maybe.
Could be.
If you killed yourself, how would you do it?
I wouldn’t.
Me, with Trankimazin.
They’re like pink sleeping pills.
They say it doesn’t hurt.
Marilyn also killed herself with pills.
But it would have to be at night.
It’s just that when we moved,
the first thing my dad did was take off all the latches.
What’s wrong?
Did you hear something?
What?
Javi, stop for a sec.
Didn’t you hear music?
This isn’t your house, is it?
Can I go upstairs and play on the console?
Javi, help me with the bags!
Coming!
I’m going to shower.
Damn it!
Javi, I’m taking the TV and that’s the end of it!
But I didn’t do anything.
And how many times have I told you not to touch the record player!
Finish picking up the bags and go to your room!
I don’t want to see you come out!
Are you mad?
Now what?
Make yourself comfortable.
Must be an old model.
Can’t you open it?
No.
There’s no more hope.
Only a miracle will get us out of here.
Pinocchio!
Tomorrow they’ll kill me.
Pinocchio!
A fine conscience is the result.
If I’d listened to you, hops.
This was my room.
It’s my fault.
I shouldn’t have left you alone.
I would never see my dad again.
Oh, they don’t apply to you.
It’s not so bad.
Be cheerful like me.
Don’t cry, son.
Come on.
Blow your nose.
Very good.
Thank goodness.
It’s stopped raining now.
Oh, a star!
It’s the lady!
The fairy!
What will she say?
And what do I say to her?
Just tell her the truth.
Hi.
Why didn’t you come yesterday?
Nothing, girl.
Come on, tell us, girl.
But are you okay?
Yeah, whatever.
Okay.
Well, let’s go.