- A woman enters a restaurant one morning - only to be met with silence instead of people talking.
- A woman (Marta Belenguer) enters a restaurant at 7:35 a.m. in the morning. She orders her coffee and a pastry from Luis (Antonio Tato) as she does most every day. Everyone, except her server, stands motionless and quiet. She asks Luis "What about them?" motioning to a pair of musicians standing by. Luis turns without a reply. The woman makes her way to a table in the back corner, removes her jacket, grabs the newspaper and readies herself to eat. She cannot help but notice the silent reaction of those around her. A man (Nacho Vigalondo) leaps out and begins singing. "Last night I didn't fall asleep until early in the morning, An I've got a long day ahead of me. So, what the hell is making me smile at seven thirty-five in the morning? It must be the coffee, or the toast or maybe it's the butter or the jam. It could be the newspaper, or perhaps the crossword puzzle."
The woman notices cellphones collected at the feet of a waiter. The song continues: "The hum of the radio, the clicking of the spoons. Must be the customers seeking warmth in a hot cup or something, in a conversation. While the moon and the stars, the streetlights, poor things, Reluctantly make way for the sunlight."
At this point the woman reaches for her phone to call for help dialing 091.
The vocalist continues, "Or maybe it's that girl," He points at her. "who comes in and immediately orders a cup of coffee and a pastry." The woman is stunned and drops her phone.
"And sits alone at a table having her breakfast in silence. Always in a hurry, always at the same time at seven thirty-five in the morning." A chorus of two ladies has joined in. "At seven thirty-five in the morning, At seven thirty-five in the morning."
The patrons start singing the words on slips of paper they hold in their palms. "The girl is pretty, there's no doubt of it. But she and you have never exchanged a word. You don't know where she lives or what her name is. What is that you're so fascinated with her? Maybe it's the dark rings under her eyes from just waking up"
The operator on the phone interrupts briefly, "Hey? What's going on?"
The musical number continues. "Or that funny way she hold her cup, or maybe her regard as she looks through the window There are so many things, I don't know, its everything and nothing. At seven thirty-five in the morning."
The woman reaches for her dropped phone. She speaks into the phone, "Help! LaConcha Bar, San Bernardo Street.
"At seven thirty-five in the morning."
The customers and restaurant employees are singing again, "Why don't you go and talk to her? You don't know how she is, There's nothing to lose. You're afraid you might offend her, make her angry."
One boys has trouble reading what has been written for him "Or look...Or look like..." "Read!" the madman implores. "Or Loke like..a nut." "Come on, read!" "Or look like a nut..."
The woman rises and the man grabs a detonator out of his breast pocket in this jacket. The boy tries to run off, but the man blocks his way and reveals his waist is strapped with dynamite. The boys finally says, "Or look like a nut and frighten her." The madman resumes the song, "It's not that, it's just that I'm not asking for more. Ten minutes of her day is enough. Don't forget that the best things on life, you have to let them begin, and let them end."
All the customers and servers jump to their feet behind him in a dance line chorus "One, two, one-two-three and.. At seven thirty-five in the morning. At seven thirty-five in the morning."
Everyone is reseated and the man starts dancing around in the musical interlude. "Now I get it, but you have to think."
Customers singing scripted words again, "That alter putting this whole scheme together. After all this, there's no turning back. Say something to her. Don't leave us here with bated breath." The man resigned to his fate as the police sirens howls. "Say "Hello, how's it going? How are you, what's your name?"
He retorts, "It would be great... but like the best things in life this song begins and this song ends."
The man is handed a pillow of confetti and heads out the door where the police are waiting as the patrons duck for cover under the tables. "Stop! Put your Hands Up! Drop That!! A blast of confetti bursts through the door as the woman looks on in disbelief.
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