He knows who he is. I’ve apologised. I wish it made more difference.

My first wife, because I left her.

I wish I’d told my mother that, in all the years I knew her, she was never once boring. We weren’t demonstrative, so that would have meant that I loved her.

My late wife – she died of cancer. We tried everything we could do to save her. I wish that I could have done more and that I could have been with her at the moment she passed away. I couldn’t be in that room, because I knew it would be so devastating that I wouldn’t be able to take care of the kids after.

Shares in The Way, which turned out to be the best movie I have done. Written and directed by my son Emilio, it’s a father-son story about the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage.

1 May 1981 in Paris, because that’s the day I was reconverted to Catholicism.

After the initial travel ban debacle, I wept with joy at all the good people who came out against this fascistic edict.

That I was partially responsible for bringing some extraordinary human beings into the world, and they responded to me as a loving father.

Making Apocalypse Now. I had a close call with a heart ailment due to anxiety, fear and physical abuse: I was not taking care of myself.

That would have to be a film called Pickup On 101. It was a very interesting story, about a wandering musician and an old guy on his way back to his home town to spend his last days, but they made it into a pile of dishonest trash.