Screaming in the Hallway (Gritos en el pasillo)

Hey, you. - Eh?

- Sorry? - The next stop is yours.

Oh, thanks.

Are you sure you want to get off there?

Yes. - You live and learn.

You live and learn, it's the first time in 47 years

that I stop here.

You know, they're not the kind of patients

that people dare to visit.

I... I'm not going to visit any patient.

It's about work.

Bloody road!

So many years knowing that treacherous pot hole

and it still takes me by surprise.

Oh, have you ever thought about giving up?

Giving up? - You know... this route.

No, the pay is good and we only do

this route twice a week.

Deep down, it's a good job, believe it or not.

Your stop.

You can get off through the front door...

if you wish. - Thank you very much.

Young fellow. - Yes?

Keep an eye on your sanity.

CENTRE FOR THE MENTALTY EXPIRED

JAMES JOYCE EDGAR ALLAN MOND

What?

¿ls this the Centre for the Mentally Expired?

- Yes. Who sent you? - Nobody sent me.

Eh... you called me, I am...

Oh, the illustrator!

Yes, that's right, the illustrator.

I forgot you were coming today. Come in.

You can leave your luggage here.

The boys will take it to your room.

Please forgive my behaviour a minute ago,

we are not used to having visitors.

Many strange things take place around here.

What kind of things?

The kind of things that prevent us from having visitors.

This way.

At first, being here feels unpleasant.

But don't worry, you'll get used to it.

- Or expire... - It's not a laughing matter!

Those jokes are not funny in this centre.

The mentally expired are peanuts just like you and I.

This asylum has over 60 cells. Had things been different,

one of those cells could be yours.

I'm sorry if I have offended you with my comment.

I hope I can find an excuse in my ignorance.

The director is waiting for you in his office.

GRADUATION PHOTOGRAPH BA IN NUT HOSPITAL MANAGEMENT

Come in...

Well, so you finally arrived!

How was the trip? All right? - Well...

Of course!

Otherwise, you would not have arrived so early.

We are used to delays.

Usually, our visitors get lost on the way

and arrive a day later, sometimes even two.

May I excuse myself.

Although... we do not have visitors very often.

Do you like opera? Shall I switch it off?

- Oh, no, that's fine. - Music, my friend.

Music... you know?

There is nothing more beautiful than a voice singing.

It tickles your soul, gives joy to your thoughts.

Take a look at the landscape around us.

Could you find

the slightest hint of joy beyond this record player?

No...

Everything is depressing here.

The expired minds expire even more

between these walls.

I don't blame them, I don't know whose idea it was

to build a mental home in this place.

But certainly, he would deserve the worst of our cells.

Please take a seat.

Do you know what?

You were my first choice.

- You are my kids' favourite. - Oh, wow.

Seriously, you illustrate a book

and they read it a million times.

I think they could absorb Joyce

if it was spiced up with your artwork.

They love your drawings.

You have such a personal style.

Oh, thank you very much.

I'd love to be a child to appreciate their magnificence.

But let's move to your job.

I took the liberty of buying paintbrushes and paint cans

without asking.

The supply lorry comes only once a month.

You know what I mean. - Of course.

Well... but...

The truth is that I don't exactly know

what you want from me.

What? Were you not informed at the publishers?

I didn't have time to see my editor before the journey,

you wanted me to arrive soon

and I couldn't spend time asking for details.

I will explain everything. Please follow me.

Take a look at these corridors, my friend:

The walls fall to pieces,

the ceilings cry tears of mould.

Do you find it an agreeable place to live in?

Would you decorate your home like this?

She is being brittled.

It is not a pleasant process.

We only do it to the most...

...unsettled patients. - Does it take place often?

- More often than we would like.

We are repugnantly honoured to host in our cells

the most dangerous expired nuts of the region.

It is not easy for us... and it is not easy for them either.

None of them have been discharged.

It is more the opposite...

They get worse... each and every one of them.

Is this environment suitable at all to fight their depression?

No...

Two or three patients kill themselves every week,

and we have had to brittle...

Good Lord, I've lost the count.

But the authorities do not seem to be bothered by this.

Of course, they are not interested in their recovery.

They'd rather follow the easy way,

which is locking them in the farthest place,

in the most isolated place,

where they are not dangerous for other peanuts anymore.

That is why we need you, my friend.

- Me? - Yes, with your help

we will be able to make this place a bit more habitable.

The music from my record player

can fight the sadness of silence.

But to fight the sadness of these walls,

I need your help.

I'm not sure what you mean.

Do you want me to illustrate them?

Will you be able to?

I don't know. I have never done such a thing.

But you illustrate books.

It's not very different from what I am asking you.

You just have to imagine

that these walls are the huge pages of a book.

A little imagination,

a paintbrush soaked in paint, you know...

I want you to use bright colours.

Draw pleasant things with them.

Things that put a smile on our face.

If there is a peanut in the world who is able to do this,

that is you.

What do you say, my friend?

Have I called the right peanut?

I think there will be no problem.

I didn't expect less from you.

I will show you to your room.

There you can rest and think comfortably about your task.

But is there enough paint to do every corridor

and all the 60 cells?

No, not the cells.

The corridors and the refectories are enough.

Well, I just thought the cells would be

the first place to work on...

Impossible.

I will keep your contact

with the mentally expired to a minimum.

I have already told you that they are not

harmless peanuts.

The patients will remain locked in their cells

until you leave the centre.

But... - No excuses, my friend.

While you are here,

I am responsible for your security.

And I won't be able to ensure it if I don't keep my tenants

under lock and key. - You are the boss.

Don't make life difficult for yourself, and remember:

This is like a big-sized book.

We will leave the doors open for the places you will illustrate.

If you see a closed door, for your own good,

please do not try to open it.

I don't mean to scare you...

The most dangerous doors will be locked.

But we have to take every possible precaution.

Strange things happen sometimes...

Yes... that is why you don't receive many visitors.

Your room.

Well, you can have a rest.

You have travelled for a long time.

- When do you want me to start? - Oh, whenever you like.

Tomorrow morning, or in the afternoon...

It is up to you.

Remember that the sooner you start, the sooner you'll finish.

I'll start working tonight.

Beautiful! They make you believe you're inside of a dream.

Or a nightmare. - Don't be so gloomy.

This is a centre for the mentally expired, not ein kindergarten.

But deep down they are all like children. They need affection,

that's all. - Children not kill people.

Nothing dries faster than a tear, did you know that?

- Pardon? - Marita!