The Missing Ten Minutes

by Cyndy

It had been too long. I needed an Antonio fix. This feeling started in the fall of 2000 when Original Sin moved from November 17 to February 23. Antonio being on the cover of Biography magazine was helpful, but I needed to see him and hear his voice on the big screen.

When February 23 came around, Original Sin was postponed until August, and I found out that I would not see "The Body" due to geography (I live in the Midwest). I was then forced to agree to an Antonio Intervention. My family and friends all pointed out that I have the same signs as any addict. My home life and my work life have been affected by Antonio, I am spending too much money at eBay on Antonio videos, and my friends feel it is unsafe for me to drive while listening to the Evita soundtrack. I admitted that I was as addicted to Antonio as he is to his Camel Light cigarettes. We all knew I could not handle it by myself. I needed help that only a very specialized clinic could provide. That is how I ended up at the Antonio Banderas Rehabilitation Clinic.

I was dropped off in front of the clinic with my bag in hand. I was left outside because only the staff and patients were allowed inside. My bag was quickly taken as soon as I walked in. "Wait a minute, those are my things - what are you doing?" I cried.

"I am sorry, it is a new policy, all patients who are probable addicts must have their luggage checked," the nurse answered abruptly. One by one, she removed my drug of choice - my Antonio tapes, my Biography magazine, my Antonio biography. She even went as far to check my purse and she confiscated my Evita cassette. "I will have all of these in the safe for you when you check out," she said handing me back an empty bag.

Soon a familiar face walked out and greeted me. "Hola, Cindy. My name is..." I interrupted him.

"Of course, everyone knows who you are - you are Antonio Carreras from Miami Rhapsody! Please Antonio, don't tell me I will be treated like that all of the time," I said, a little worried about what I had gotten myself into.

Antonio started to laugh, as he shook his head no. "That is the last you will hear of anyone speaking to you like that. She is our bridge from the real world to the fantasy world of Antonio - she belongs in neither place. Before the Doctor speaks with you, we are going to need to do a little testing, OK?" I nodded hoping that Antonio would be the nurse doing my tests.

I was in luck; Antonio was the nurse who was testing me. He brought me into a room with a screen and a stereo and some strange looking machines with wires attached to them. There was also a small desk with pen and paper.

"Please sit down," Antonio instructed. "I am going to give you a test that we require of all of our patients. It is a standardized test on Antonio the man and his movies. The first part of the test is a pen and paper test. The sections are Antonio growing up, Antonio and Pedro, Antonio's love life, Antonio's family life, Antonio's Awards and recognition's and the balance of the test is devoted to Antonio's movies. Good luck, all of our patients do well." With that, Antonio patted me on the back and walked out of the room.

I had no problem with the test; in fact, it was fun. "I wish the GRE's were this easy," I grumbled to myself. As soon as I put my pencil down, Antonio walked back into the room.

"You are done already? How do you think you did?" Antonio asked as he sat down beside me.

"I am sure I aced it, except for a few parts. Some of his Spanish movies like La Blanca Paloma and his TV movies I have not seen, so I had to go by what I have read and heard on the Internet. Otherwise, I am pretty confident I did well," I said with a smile.

"That was only the first part of our test, we have two more to go. I am going to attach this wire to your heart and pulse - don't worry you will not get hurt," Antonio said gently as he saw a worried expression on my face. As he did this I sat back in a comfortable leather chair in front of a big movie screen.

"Do we get to see an Antonio movie?" I asked, half-giggling.

"Something better then that. I am going to show you parts of many Antonio movies, as well as interviews, while taking your pulse and heart rate. Then we will scientifically read the results and decide what your best treatment would be and with who," Antonio explained with as much knowledge as any doctor I know of.

"I hope my heart will able to handle that much Antonio at once," I smiled.

"That is why you have a nurse here with you," laughed Antonio.

Antonio hooked me up to the wires and turned off the lights, and I was in an Antonio world I could only dream of. I was shown Antonio interviews. First interviews with Melanie, then interviews with co-stars like Woody Harrelson and Anthony Hopkins, and then interviews with Antonio alone like the Bravo Profile and Charlie Rose Show. Just as I thought things could not get better, the pace changed to clips of Antonio dancing.

Antonio dancing the Tango in Zorro, the waltz in Evita, and the slow dance he did with Dolores in the Mambo Kings. They even managed to get in scenes from the rehearsal of his dance with Angelina Jolie in Original Sin. I was starting to get hot, very hot. I was not sure how to read it but that machine was registering the build up of heat in my body. The deep concentration in his eyes while he danced, and the graceful fluid motion in his body just kept me sighing for more. I wondered if I could get a tape like this or if it was only to be used with a trained professional. The chance of heart failure seemed too great. Then again, maybe eBay had some on the black-market. The screen soon interrupted my train of thought.

This next section was Antonio displaying all of his assets. I started to get embarrassed knowing someone was in the room with me. I know he was a nurse, and had done this many times with women who had my same problem, but I was still a little self-conscious. When Tony walked out of the shower naked, and when Sarah tongued him naked while he was up against the barbwire, I heard some beeps go off. That scene quickly segued into the bedroom scene from Atame! I was getting more excited, I started to feel damp and started to blush. I had to look away for a moment from Ricky's thrusting - Antonio reached out to me and gently pulled my head up toward the screen. Soon El M was taking me on his wild ride. My dampness turned to wetness while Antonio was watching my heart rate furiously. He started to take my pulse rate by hand because he thought the readings on the machine were much too high. No, the machine was not too high - I was.

Antonio quickly adjusted the movie. I was soon seeing sex scenes that were not so rough and tumble - but they were beautiful. Francisco in the cave, Nestor deflowering Dolores. Pedro in House of The Spirits. The ache in my groin was just as strong with these men as with Tony and Ricky - maybe more. I wanted them. I turned to Antonio and said 'you have accomplished your task, I can't take it anymore, what are you trying to do to me?" Just then a huge picture of Luis from Original Sin flashed on the screen-it was the one in the bathtub, and I had never seen the water level that low showing that much of Luis. I screamed and then fainted.

Soon I was awakened to Antonio's face holding a glass of water for me. I looked into his smiling eyes and all I could think of to say was, "I told you I needed a nurse in the room." I then started to blush and turned my face toward the wall away from Antonio.

"Do not turn away from me, we find that everyone of our patients has their limit before it is natural to pass out. You have a strong heart Cindy, you held your own with some of our strongest scenes," Antonio said softly.

"Before you commend me for a job well done you should know how wet I still am," I closed my eyes thinking what a stupid thing that was to say.

"But Cindy, I do know. I know everything that has gone on in this room. Do not worry, it is all confidential. There is a bathroom; take your clothes off and freshen up from all the activity that has just taken place. Here is a nightgown. I think you need a good rest. This is the third part of the test, it is an EEG. I can now monitor your brain patterns during sleep. Here is a little something to help you sleep." Antonio produced a little red liquid serum and I fell asleep instantly dreaming of Luis in his bathtub.

I awoke two hours later seeing Antonio sitting back and writing some more notes on his charts. "You are always writing something on those charts. You would be a prolific author Antonio. Well, what is the verdict with me?" I asked feeling much more rested but in serious need of some satisfaction. "Can you help me?"

"Yes, we can help you. I have brought the tests up to Dr. Leal and he has been reading them this afternoon. Put on your robe and slippers and I will walk you up to his office," Antonio said, helping me off the bed.

"Can't I get dressed? I asked surprised.

"We will need you to be an in-patient, so please put on your robe and slippers." This is the first I had heard Antonio sound so firm, so I quickly did as he said.

Antonio brought me to the second floor and let Dr. Leal know I had arrived. I waited a few minutes while Dr. Leal and Antonio talked. No doubt discussing me and my heavy breathing while watching Antonio's sex scenes. I reminded myself to make it clear that I do not act that way at Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt movies - only Antonio's. I didn't want them to think I was some weirdo or something.

Antonio came to the door to get me as he introduced me to Dr. Leal. "Cindy, this is Dr. Francisco Leal. If anyone can help you, he can. I need to go downstairs and meet my next patient."

"Antonio, will I see you again? I mean if I am to stay here overnight can we talk?" I asked not wanting the only friend I had made so far to leave me.

Smiling Antonio said, "I will make a special trip to check up on you - I promise. Meanwhile you are in very capable hands with Dr. Leal." With that Antonio walked out and closed the door.

Sitting behind a large mahogany desk was Dr. Leal. There were not words to describe how gorgeous a man he was. He had black curls, a copper complexion, and luscious lips; they looked like they were just ready to be kissed. As beautiful as his face was it was his eyes that kept me entranced. His eyes twinkled as if they were made of stardust and his eyebrows made of velvet. I realized I was staring and being rude; I tried to quickly regain my composure. Dr. Leal must have been used to his patients staring at him, because he smiled good-naturedly and got down to business.

"You have been to see us before I see, Cindy. It was on an outpatient basis. I am glad we went through the complete battery of tests today, because we do not have all of them on file," Dr. Leal said quickly flipping through my folder.

"No, I really was only here for a consult at that time, I did not take those tests Antonio gave me this morning," I said. "I know I would have remembered tests like that!"

"But, I see from your file you were here for the same reason. An Unfulfilled Antonio Expectation. UAE's are getting to be quite common among Mr. Banderas's fans. One of his movies is suppose to open and then the date changes; it has happened quite a bit in the past five years. In fact, some of the members of the Clinic Board and myself are going to meet with the larger studios about this very matter. We feel it has become a public health issue. A UAE did hit you with the postponement of "The Thirteenth Warrior." Do you feel the same now that "Original Sin" is postponed as when "The Thirteenth Warrior" was postponed?' asked Dr. Leal.

"No, not really. I loved the film "The Thirteenth Warrior". I have also grown to love Ahmed the man very much. There was so just so much bad industry talk about that movie and negative press - it was originally called Eaters of the Dead you know. It had a lot of violence in it. I still waited for it, eagerly went to see it twice in the theatre, and then bought the video. With "Original Sin" it is Antonio's first erotic love story in America. Everyone says it is Antonio's best work so far - and that is saying something because he has some great stuff out there. There is nothing but positive buzz about it. The poster at that movie theatre really gets me hot - "lead us INTO temptation" and then there are the pictures and the MGM site. A girl can only take so much, Dr. Leal. Maybe I could have handled it if I could have seen "The Body," but when I found out that it was not coming to the Midwest - only the coasts, I just cried. Call it UAE or whatever technical name you want, I am addicted to Antonio and I am not getting any," I stated emphatically.

"So, you have a recurrence of UAE, a much worse case because of the type of movie and the lack of an ability to see the movie "The Body." What about Spy Kids? Certainly, a blockbuster of Antonio's should have helped this situation,' the Doctor said.

"I knew you would ask that. I went to see Spy Kids three times in the first 10 days. It did help a little. I love Gregorio Cortez and cannot wait for the sequel to come out. In fact, I feel a little guilty that it did not help more. There was also that wonderful Bravo Profile and an entire day of interviews in New York. It took care of me shortly, but there was still an emptiness inside of me." Dr. Leal had some hypnotic control over me. I was spilling my guts out to him.

"Cindy, between what you have just told me and our tests that Antonio ran this morning, I think we will be able to help you. We have been very full - many with the same problem as yours - but we have some available rooms and doctors who I think will be able to help you. Now Cindy, do you have any questions for me?" I felt that the Doctor was looking right into my heart. "Remember," he said, "you can tell me anything. I am only here to help you get better."

I took a deep breath as I said, "You see Dr. Leal, I know you are the best in the field but I feel a little uncomfortable speaking with you because…"

Dr. Leal smiled as he looked back on his patient's chart. "Are you having fantasies about another man?"

I blushed. "How did you know?" Dr. Leal interrupted me.

"During your first visit we did a small test on you, so small you obviously do not remember it. We saw that though you loved all of our men I scored highest with you in all of the categories," Dr. Leal said humbly, but honestly. "The tests you took today were more precise and we found out much more. What we were trying to find out this morning was where your true obsession lies. If we can pinpoint your true obsession, we can help you with the appropriate treatment. I can see that your fantasy world is changing. Which is normal, as our life changes our fantasies do also," Dr. Leal said matter-of- factly.

"It is not exactly like that. You were, and always will be my first true love, Dr. Leal. I do not know of any other character that I want to be in a cave with. Please believe me. I wrote my first Kiss story about you - and it is a serial. I am writing more about you then any other character Dr. Leal." I kept rambling until Dr. Leal took both of my hands and waited for me to calm down. When I was calm he quietly stood up and walked over to the sofa with me and sat down next to me. I was still shaking from my outburst and he held me tight. How could I leave him, my Dr. Leal, for anyone else? If those tests prove otherwise I was walking.

"Cindy, we have a subscription to the KISS book. Many of our patients are contributors. It is a good way for us to keep track of their progress. It is also very healthy. I am glad to see you wrote a story about Cesar also, and you have incorporated him into my serial. Your tests show that he too is very much in your thoughts." Dr. Leal had gently let go of me so he could look into my eyes while speaking.

"Dr. Leal, I do care about Cesar but…" Dr. Leal quickly interrupted me.

"Cindy, here at the Clinic we do not judge, and because we do not judge we should not get embarrassed. Think of all those sexual escapades you placed me in your stories. I am not embarrassed, in fact it is a compliment to me that you actually think I can do all of that - and with a woman half my age!" Dr. Leal smiled at me, and I was laughing at him reading all of those stories.

"We have been skirting around the issue. According to our initial interview and your tests, you are obsessed by Luis. This obsession seems to be growing worse and you have not even seen the movie. You are worried about the severity of the obsession when you DO see the movie on August 3. Am I right? It sounds like you want a little preventative medicine. It is very smart of you to get it now. We are already starting to get booked up for the second and third week of August for this very reason. You have been introduced to Luis some, haven't you?' Dr. Leal asked.

"I have seen some posters at the theatre, 'lead us into temptation." I always say I am going to the movie early so I can get good seats, but actually it is just to stare at that poster. I have seen the pictures on the Internet and one trailer. I think the piece that really threw me was the scene where Luis is dancing in the Bravo Profile. I just feel I want to know more about the man," I said with a deep sigh.

"This visit we will deal with Luis. Just remember variety is the spice of life. One night you may want to be serenaded by Nestor, and another night you may want to play rough with Tony. Nothing is better or worse, just different. Luis' room has been set up since November 17, and we have had only a few visitors, so we are still trying to fine-tune the Luis treatment. I think you will find it very acceptable, though. Let us go down to his room." Dr. Leal took my hand and walked me down the corridor.

"Since you were last here, we have built an entire new wing. Some things are not open yet but we are anticipating opening them soon. I believe we had just finished building Cesar's gym. We added a special virtual reality road trip with Cesar. You should see some of the things that have been done in that convertible. We also opened a food court with "The Mad Greek Diner" and Mario's Pizzeria."

"Ahmed has an entire castle over in that corner, complete with a moat. In one section there is constant rain and after a cup of juice one takes Ahmed's hand and enters the castle. No one knows what goes on, because we were told nothing in the story. With each chica who enters the results vary because everyone has their own idea of what went on that night. All we know is that something did go on. It has been interesting trying to record the data on Ahmed's treatment."

"Our new section houses Gregorio Cortez," Dr. Leal said pointing down a pristine new hall.

"Why do you have the section for Spy Kids so big? Because it is a Blockbuster?" I asked innocently.

Dr. Leal laughed and said, "No, not at all. We treat all of our characters the same regardless of the profits of their picture. We have one section for Gregorio Cortez consultant and family man and one for the suave spy Gregorio Cortez. You see some women are in love with that suave debonair look with the moustache. They do not want to even fantasize about a married man with children. Others find Gregorio in glasses with a family more appealing; it is personal taste."

"I found Dr. Leal's knowledge about everything in his clinic amazing. "I saw one last room down the hall. It had stained glass windows on the side. "Is that where Father Matt is?"

"Yes, it is. I have had to have some sessions with him about the strong feelings he is stirring up in many of the women who have attended his movie. We have not opened it to the public as of yet. We do not know the type of treatment that should be given. We do have a long waiting list to see him though. As far as Father Matt goes, the sickness is out there; we just need to find the cure."

"Well, Dr. Leal, I know that if anyone can find it you can," I said honestly.

"I thank you for your vote of confidence Cindy. Let us see what we can do for you. Here we are. We came to a very ornate double door - it looked like it had come right from "Gone with the Wind." Dr. Leal slowly opened it for me; there were three rooms and a large outside area. An expansive ballroom, a bedroom with a very large bed, and a bathroom exactly like the one in the pictures. "

Here you are Cindy. Nurse Carreras will take over for me and I will check on you tomorrow morning, OK?" With that, Dr. Leal left the room and Antonio appeared again, serving as my guardian angel.

"I have a beautiful negligee for you tonight," Antonio said as he was rummaging through the drawers.

"Antonio, I am scared. Are you going to leave me alone tonight?" I actually knew the answer but I needed to hear someone say it aloud to me.

"Cindy, you will not be alone-you will be with Luis. Do not be scared. Luis is a pussycat. It is not like you will be alone with Miguel Bain!" Put on this nightgown, you will be gorgeous in it. Luis will have wished you were in his movie instead of Angelina Jolie." With a smile and a small whisper of "good luck" Antonio quietly shut the door.

I nervously changed into a beautiful white gown, all the while feeling that I was an inexperienced bride on her wedding night. "Come on Cindy, this is it pull yourself together," I kept repeating to myself. "The Clinic has a very high success rate. Dr Leal is known internationally, and if this is what he recommends then I should just calm down and do it." At that moment, I heard a soft knock on the door. The knock was followed by a request to enter the room. As soon as I heard his voice, I knew I had made the right decision. I knew this is where I belonged.

"Please come in. What am I saying - this is your bedroom Luis," I said. As I turned to look at Luis I realized that that were no words in English, Spanish or any other language to describe the beauty of the man. It was as if he was from heaven. He truly was too good for this planet, for this universe. He had beautiful coal black hair with little ringlets that fell around the nape of his neck. His skin was the color of a fawn, with evidence of the bright Cuban sun. His perfectly formed mouth and sensuous lips framed his white teeth to create a glowing smile. Luis smiled at me as he sat next to me on the bed.

"I have been so looking forward to meeting you, Cindy. Nurse Carreras was very impressed with you and said I would be too. I must say Antonio is never wrong about our patients. I am glad to meet you. I only had this afternoon to look over your tests, but I think we will able to work out your problems," Luis said gently in a dulcet Spanish accent.

"Please, Luis. I do not have a problem with you. It is just the opposite." I stopped short of telling him about my recurring obsession. I did not want him to think I had a schoolgirl crush like the seventh graders in my classroom who are in love with N'Sync. I needed him to know it was deeper, more special to me. My pulse started to race again, not knowing how to finish my sentence. I did not have to. Luis finished it for me.

"There are things we do not understand about ourselves and are very difficult to put into words. Please forgive me for questioning you. You would not be here if there were not some uncertainties, right?" he asked while tilting his head to the side. He then slowly took his hands and clasped them around mine. Yes, these little actions were what were causing me "my uncertainties" as he called them.

"Luis, I seem to have lost my objectivity as far as you are concerned. I have not even seen your movie yet! I do not know what will happen to me on August 3. I think you are hazardous to my health," with that I smiled and relaxed. My eyes were starting to adjust to the vision of beauty that I was looking at and touching.

"I am just a man like any other man. I have my needs and desires too. I am not perfect, as you will see in August when you see the movie. I will admit that I am a passionate man. I am not just passionate about sex and love. I am also passionate about my work my friends, and my country. I do not think you came to visit me to speak of the crops on my plantation tonight or Cuba did you?" Luis concluded with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

I was beginning to feel more comfortable as I quietly looked down and said, "No Luis, you are right. Tonight I am not interested in your crops or plantation. I am interested in your soul."

"Cindy, I think what you need is something special that is yours and only yours. A special memory that you can keep with you. One video that you can play in your mind that is true and has really happened. Now that you have met me as a man, your mind does not need to work overtime pushing out everything else in your life. Remember that you will always have your memory of tonight - our memory of tonight to pull you through. You may even enjoy the movie this August a little bit more. You will definitely know the true Luis, not the Luis that some filmmaker wanted everyone to see."

"That all sounds so wonderful Luis. What is our plan?" I asked now starting to get excited in more ways then one.

"Cindy, Dr. Leal has shown me your chart. You seem to have a very strong heart."

"All except for you," I laughed. "Did Dr. Leal or Antonio tell you what happened when I saw a picture of you?" I said, referring to me passing out.

Luis laughed. "Yes, but you were not expecting it. You also had just seen some very explicit scenes in other movies. Now as I began to say, you have a strong heart. Because of that, I feel I can try a new approach to our therapy. You will have to agree, you are my guinea pig!"

"I trust you implicitly Luis, whatever you say the treatment is I will go along with," I said curiously.

"I want to give you the missing ten minutes of my film," Luis said matter-of-factly.

"What do you mean?" I asked, astonished.

"Remember, I wanted to have you get to know me as I am - not as some filmmaker wants me to be. I also wanted you to be able to have a clear vision of my soul. Lastly, I wanted you to have your own special memories that are only yours, something no one can take away from you. Even if they postpone the movie until 2005!"

"Don't say that, the way the studios are they may just do that," I replied still astonished at the treatment that Luis was proposing. While my mind was still reeling at his suggestion Luis walked into his dressing room to put on his silk robe. The silken fabric hugged every nuance of his body showing every detail. I soon found my eyes had traveled to his belt, which was tied loosely around his waist. It was so loose that his robe opened slightly as he strode over to me. His dark, muscular thighs started to make my nipples harden and grow. It did not take me too long to discover how fast he was growing also. Luis sat on the bed and took me in his arms.

"Corazon, tonight we will live in our own world where nothing can touch us. Time will stand still." With that, I laid on his lap while he was still sitting on the bed. His robe was completely separated now as I lay down on his muscular thighs. I was two inches from where I wanted to be. He was so big and looked so ready. "Calm yourself, querida. The ground rules that we have laid tell us that we have all the time in the world. Let us savor each and every moment, and each and every part of each others' body." He then leaned down and kissed me. His slowly slipped his tongue between my lips, licking every crevice of my mouth. While he was still kissing me, he slowly slid down on the satin sheets until he and I were facing each other.

"Oh how I want him to remove that damn robe!" I thought to myself. I guess I will just have to be patient. I soon realized that I did not need to be patient for too long. Luis lips were soon moving down my neck with his hands just slightly ahead of his lips. He slowly pushed down the straps to my nightgown exposing my breasts. My nipples had been hard from the moment I first viewed his muscular thighs. His mouth latched onto them as if he were a baby. As he suckled my breasts, I was beginning to feel pleasure as I had never felt before. I was beginning to moan; could this man give me an orgasm just by kissing me like this? I began to think that he could give me an orgasm if I just lay in the same bed as he did.

Luis soon put one hand under my back to raise me and with the other hand removed my nightgown. He gently started kissing my body while slowly moving toward my clit, which was wet and ready. The closer he got, the more excited I got. Eventually Luis needed to take his hands and hold down my knees down because the excitement was too much for me. It did not matter. Luis could perform his magic with his mouth - and he did. As I looked down all I could see was Luis's curls. With every touch of his tongue that I felt, I screamed out. Then on instinct, I put my legs around his neck and pulled him toward me faster and harder. I was hyperventilating and out of control, but so was Luis. He was sweating and now working at a fast pace to satisfy me. As I saw this, I cried out, "Almost, just a little bit more. I am almost there harder, harder." Within seconds after that I came and felt all sticky. Luis stopped licking me and started kissing me between my legs and caressing my pubic mound. "There are no words I can offer you, Luis,' I said still out of breath.

"Tonight, querida, we do not need words - no words; not Spanish or English. Only our bodies will speak with each other," Luis smiled as he slid up between my legs. As he moved, I felt his hardness gliding over my damp body. He leaned down to kiss me and I opened the pathway between my legs for him to enter. He smiled and slowly. I felt him inside of me. His thrusts were slow at first, but soon they increased in speed. As he increased in speed, his hands started to caress my breasts and ass. I knew the time for Luis was almost here; he started to cry out and dug his fingernails into my neck. Then as all of the breath left his body, he fell on me as if he were depleted of life. It felt so good for him to be lying on top of me. Our love juices mingled together, both of us hot and sticky from our night of passion. Luis soon rolled over and took me in his arms. I looked at him and smiled, "Are these the 10 minutes that everyone is going to miss in the theatre?

"This is only a prelude for what will be a long and passionate night; this is only the opening act. Would you care to take a bath with me now? We both could use some freshening up." With that Luis and I walked into his bathroom and got into that beautiful bathtub of his. Guess what? I finally got him to take off his robe!

Chicas, my night with Luis was stupendous. Those ten minutes were the icing on the cake and could not be believed. I was surprised I even survived to tell some of the story. Unfortunately, they are even too graphic for the Internet. Just as every chica has her own tale of what happened in Ahmed's castle one rainy night, so too does every chica have their own videotape in their mind of the missing 10 minutes. What if the movie comes out with a director's cut and we actually see the 10 minutes? As Luis said, that is what the filmmaker wants us to see, but we will all see our own version and that is the true expression of Luis.