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-What a summery number, Mum. -Right?

-Sorry, I picked Marta up first. -It's fine.

You smell of smoke.

You've lost weight.

-Me? -Yes, you're thinner.

Your shoulders are drooping.

I bet you're not eating well.

-You're right there. -Hello, beautiful!

Hi! How are you?

-Marta? -Yes, Marta.

My mum.

-His mum. -A pleasure.

I'm so happy you're coming to Cadaqués.

I understand Catalan, but I'm too shy to speak it.

I understand it though.

She speaks well. A little.

-Just a little. -Great.

-Your case. -Oh, yes.

Have you been to Cadaqués?

No, I haven't.

You'll love it.

-The house is beautiful. -I've heard.

I inherited it from my Aunt Nunes.

She was alone her whole life and she had a wart on her neck…

Already talking about Aunt Nunes' wart?

-Yes. -Shall we go?

Yes!

Let's go.

-No, you go in the front. Please. -Thank you.

She's so pretty!

So cute.

I love meeting your girlfriends, David.

By the way, I wished Alba a happy birthday.

She didn't reply.

-There was no need. -You said she was the love of your life.

It's the least I could do!

-I never said that. -You didn't?

Okay, I made it up.

I make things up, you know.

-I sometimes speak to Miriam too. -You do?

She changed her profile picture, so pretty.

-Two and a half hours. -We need to go to Gran's first.

Now?

Yes, Dolors called me.

Gran's had the telly on loud for days, she can't sleep.

-Dolors? -That pain from upstairs.

She'll call the police if we don't go, Gran won't open the door.

-You don't mind, do you? -Not at all.

Mum!

What a mess.

Mum!

Mum, Dolors called me.

Mum!

Dolors called me.

Mum!

Mother of God,

I just had the wildest dream.

Where am I?

What is this?

David!

Lupe!

Where are you, Lupe?

Mum?

Mum?

Mum… Mum!

Mum…

Mum, what happened?

David!

David!

David, please!

David! David!

-I love it. -It's better?

-It's great. Much better. -Yes?

It's really cool.

-What? -He was two metres away the other day

and I was too scared to show it to him.

That wasn't the producer. The producer was at the bar.

He was the boss of the record label, he has the final word.

Oh, right.

-112. What's your emergency? -Hi, good afternoon.

-Hello? -My mother is dead in the living room.

Where is she right now?

In her house.

Are you sure she's dead?

Yes, I'm sure. She's cold and smells a bit bad.

How long do you think she's been there?

-Madam. -I don't know… Maybe three weeks?

I don't know…

We'll send an ambulance right away. What's the address?

-What's the address? -Yes, yes…

-It's Carrer Muntaner… -Carrer Muntaner…

What number, please?

I need the full address.

Don't worry, madam, we'll send an ambulance

to take her to the hospital, but I need the full address.

Hello?

Please, I need the house number.

We can't send an ambulance otherwise.

Madam, can you hear me?

Here she is.

-Montse, let's swap. -No, I'm fine, don't worry about it.

Is Gran okay?

Did I keep you waiting long?

No.

Did you kiss her for me?

You should have come up.

I guess, right?

Shall I go up quickly?

-Do you mind? -No.

I'll just be five minutes.

-Yes. -Okay?

Yes, go and see her.

I can chat to Marta, get to know her a little.

How long have you lived in Barcelona?

Almost three years, quite a long time.

Yes, three years.

-Already? -Yes.

Go on.

Give her a kiss and then we'll set off.

I'll see her soon. I called her the other day.

I'll go next week when I have more time.

Yes…

Come on, let's get out of the city.

Let's go.

-Montse, don't you want to sit here? -No, I'm fine.

-You don't want to go by train, Mum? -No.

Not now.

HOUSE IN FLAMES

1976 - EMPORDÀ WINE FAIR

I want the top bunk!

No!

I always sleep there, Noa.

I want the top bunk!

Leave me alone! It's mine!

I want it.

I always sleep there, Noa.

-Exactly! -¡No, it's my turn!

I want the top bunk!

Mum, you said it was my turn.

I want the top bunk!

Can you stop screeching? My head will explode.

I want the top bunk!

-You want it? -Yes.

It's yours, then.

You get the mobile.

Leave Mum alone.

Bunk bed!

Don't shout! It's my turn!

-It's damp. -It always is, Toni.

-I'll open up. -Yes.

-Give me the phone. -No.

WHAT ARE YOU UP TO? TOUCHING YOURSELF?

A winter house is better than a summer house.

By the way, did you see the houses in Cerdanya I sent you?

-Yes, they're semi-detached. -So?

SEE YOU TONIGHT?

-A bit naff. -You're a snob, Júlia.

-No, just comfortable. -That then.

I WANT TO LICK YOUR BODY

Let me do it, Toni.

-Give me the phone! -It's mine, Noa!

We're on the seafront.

It's damp because the sea's right there.

You see, Toni?

-Mum, can you manage? -No.

Careful on the bunks, girls!

Go, they'll get hurt.

Mum, I'll go if I want to, okay?

On three: one, two and three.

It's smaller than I remembered.

Mum, are you okay?

Yes, we just haven't been here for a while.

We had amazing dinners here.

Mum, what's for dinner? The fridge is empty.

How about you make it yourself?

Or you could do it.

-Or you could help. -We could order sushi?

Three months apart and you're already arguing?

Come on… -You're right.

Okay, Mum. Good idea.

What was that restaurant your dad loved?

-Dad's coming? -Sushi To Go, let me see.

Apparently not, but I think he will.

-Why? -He messaged me a lot

when I mentioned the sale.

Probably furious about leaving you, like I'd be.

Toni, don't be silly.

He wants for nothing. Neither do you.

-Define "nothing". -Toni, please.

Remember why we're here, it's not nice.

Lighten up. Your Gran comes out winning.

Why?

You didn't tell him?

What?

Mum's using her share to pay for Gran's residential home.

She's going to a home?

Marta, do you like sushi?

Yes, I love it. Thanks.

You're putting her in a home?

That's why we're here. Mum needs the money to pay for the home.

Typical Catalan bourgeoisie: rich in patrimony, nothing in the bank.

Toni, shut it, please. Mum.

You can't put the poor thing in a home.

-Have you seen her lately? -She's fine.

-Fine? -Yes.

-My granddad's in one, he loves it. -But my gran's fine.

You won't be paying for it, so stop arguing.

That's not it, Montserrat.

-Can you go and open up? -Me?

-Yes. -But it's not my house…

It's fine.

I'm trying to protect my gran from these cold-hearted hags.

-Okay. -Thanks.

-Gran won't want this. -Call her and ask.

-I'm thinking… -Don't, it's not good for you.

She could stay at yours.

Excuse me?

You have your family sorted, your girls are there…

She could look after them.

-Hello. -Who are you?

-Marta, David's girlfriend. -I see.

Nice to meet you.

Hello!

-Dad! -All we need.

-My family! -How are you?

What's with the moustache?

Looking good, son. You're very handsome.

-Girls. -Why are you here?

I haven't seen you for days.

-Grandpa! -These girls get prettier every day.

Take them whenever you want.

-No thanks! -Let's go play.

-Hi, Montse. How are you? -Carlos!

I called you 37 times.

Sorry, I couldn't pick up.

I have other things to do, you see.

Are you staying for dinner?

-You can't sell the house, Montse. -Yes, I can.

Some buyers are coming to view it on Sunday.

Have you lost it?

How long since we came? Ten, fifteen years?

It's time.

Can your mother and I talk by ourselves?

We've seen you argue before.

-That trauma's already ours. -We're not arguing.

Come on.

Don't be mean.

Don't worry.

-And you? -Yes.

Sorry, sorry.

I'll unpack my case. Are the rooms that way?

-Here we are. -You look great, Carlos!

-So do you. -Yes…

You do.

It's my house. I inherited it, didn't I?

-Yes. -From Aunt Nunes.

I'll sell it whenever I want.

Yes, but it's a bad time.

-Coffee? -No, I'd start throwing insults.

You'll undersell it.

Right…

You'd do better, Carlos. I know.

Well, I'm a notary… I've done it my whole life.

-I know the market, the taxes… -Yes.

Why do you care how I sell it?

They're my kids too.

Ah, yes, they are.

I'm welling up.

You're annoyed that I want to sell it now.

-If you're selling to punish me… -What?

-…that's absurd! -Carlos, don't be so intense.

I'm not being intense.

I'm not.

Should I apologise for getting on with my life?

-To me? -It's insane.

Come on. It's what you've always done.

That was the problem.

All I did for decades was work to maintain this family.

-Doing whatever you fancied. -You've never worked a day in your life.

"Never worked a day…"

"Outside of the house, I mean."

Next, the kids.

I brought up two kids.

I gave up my dreams for them and for you, remember?

This again, Montse? It's unbelievable.

-So sorry. -Your personal frustrations.

-I feel terrible. -I can't believe this.

-I wish you'd gone and sung… -How dare you.

-…for the whole of Paris. -But I didn't.

This is some life, eh?

I can't feel my organs when I talk to you.

It's like you're tearing me apart.

Carlos, the house is mine. I'm selling it because I want to.

-I can't talk to you. -Really?

You speak in monologues, as if you were on the stage.

There's no talking to you. I can't do it.

I'm done.

-Great. -You're impossible.

Great.

Bye, my friend.

No goodbyes or anything?

What an example.

Sorry for making you wait, Sushi.

It's okay.

She's unbelievable. She's crazy.

-Calm down. -I can't stand her.

-Calm down. -I just can't stand her.

-Damn it. I can't believe it. -What is it?

What is it?

Damn it, it's happened again.

-What? -My sciatica.

-No… Damn it. -It's probably just nerves.

It's my fucking sciatica.

-I need to get out of the car. -Hang on.

-I need to find the right position. -One moment.

-Fuck. -It's open.

-I'm okay. -Good.

-Take your time. -Slowly.

-Don't fall on me. -Careful!

I can't not fall.

-That's it. I'm fine. -Dad, take us to the supermarket?

-What happened? -I'm fine, it's…

-Who are you? -What happened, Dad?

-Fuck. It's the sciatica. -Fuck!

The sciatica. Damn it to hell.

He was fine and then suddenly…

-Who are you? -Júlia, don't play dumb.

-Hi, I'm Blanca. -How are you?

-Please… -Hello.

-This is Marta, my girlfriend. -You'll step on me.

-This is… What was it? -Blanca.

-My dad's girlfriend. -And other things.

-Wow. -You brought Blanca here?

You came to talk to Mum and left her in the car…

So classy, my friend.

I'm having to concentrate hard so I don't start shouting

and cursing my shitting back, son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

-Be quiet! -Dad, shall I get Mum?

No way.

-But she knows what to do. -Have you seen who's here?

-If Montse can help him, get her. -Yes, right?

Sushi, it's fine…

"Sushi"?

Look, sweetie, it hurts so much. If I shout, I'll wake the dead.

-Shall I call an ambulance? -Yes, thanks.

-I don't need an ambulance. -Should have left her at home. Fuck!

Fuck!

-Toni, take the girls. -Stop saying swear words.

-Bedtime! -Exactly.

-We haven't had dinner. -Go on.

-Go and get Mum. -Really?

Mum knows he has a girlfriend, they're adults.

Meeting her is another thing.

-Right. -What, then?

-What then? -She should hide.

-Good idea. -Can you hide?

I'm here, you know? Maybe you forgot…

-Yes, Dad. -I know.

Just what we need.

-Is he okay? -It's my sciatica.

Montse's coming!

Blanca, I'm sorry.

You took your time!

If it wasn't my last visit here

I'd ask for a discount next time.

-Is it paid for? -Not the tip.

Any coins?

-I'll check. -I don't.

I have a euro. Here you go.

Thank you.

-Here, one euro. -Thank you.

-Bye. -Bye.

Dad, she's here.

Your girlfriend?

Yes, I'm Blanca. Pleased to meet you.

You struck the jackpot with this one!

-Montse, can you help me? -This isn't the house.

You were already a wreck.

-Can you help? -Yes, my whole life looking after you…

-Turn around. -That's it.

There.

-Ten minutes. -For what?

The ambulance.

I'll cancel it.

-Thanks. -It's fine.

-Let's see. -Pyramidal syndrome?

That's the massage.

That's it.

That's it. That's the last one.

-Dad? -Yes?

Are you in love?

Well…

-How are things with you? -I'm fine.

Great.

I work in the sector and I know how things go,

I don't think they deserve that much success.

They're the Rolling Stones, David.

Who is it?

Lali Bullero, from work. Such a bore.

Mick Jagger deserves everything, even the secret of eternal youth.

He has money to buy the best drugs.

-How do you know about that? -I know about skin.

Skin? It doesn't show.

Shall I talk to the boss of Aerobrava? She's my friend.

-I'm your slave. -Good.

-David's too good for Aerobrava. -What is it?

A lounge bar where a lot of upcoming bands started out

-and have now made it big. -Really?

It's a bar on a runway.

-And you know the boss? -Yes.

That's so cool! You could play there.

No, I know Sara too, she was my skydiving instructor.

-What? -I have a skydiving license.

-Seriously? -Yes, he did it one summer.

I don't believe you.

Yes, I swear. I've done 125 or 126 certified jumps.

Really? That's so cool!

Good job he's into music now.

Montse's done okay, huh?

-Can I have my mobile? -Relax, please.

-I'll call a hotel. -This might be a sign.

Your mind wants to run from the problem but your body wants to stay and face it.

The problem will be gone when the notary gives me the deeds.

-Can you pass my phone? -The deeds?

Don't tense up, Carlos.

Give it to me so I can call

and we can leave all of this behind us.

I haven't forgotten. What about the deeds?

The house is in my name.

Montse can't sell it.

Isn't it hers? I thought she inherited it.

It's a boring story, Blanca.

We needed a guarantee at the firm in my name, and we used the house.

For what?

Without it, the firm, Montse and the kids were all finished.

-She doesn't remember? -She doesn't know.

She stayed out of those things.

Wait a minute. But didn't she have to sign it?

She did, I took her the papers…

She never wanted anything to do with bills or numbers.

You could have been a bit more specific.

-Is this therapy, or what? -No, it's not.

I just want to know why you did it.

Can I have a kiss, please?

Let's go to a hotel and fuck.

-Please. -Listen to me.

Either change the deeds or sell the house and share the money.

I can't.

Why?

Because changing the guarantee would mean a tax inspection and…

Carlos, come on…

Face your problems, please.

You're supposed to be on my side.

I am, even though it may not seem like it.

Yeah, Sara's my friend.

-How's it going? -Hello.

-Hello. -Can I join you?

Of course, we were waiting for you.

Are you staying the weekend?

Let's see if Carlos can get up, then we'll see.

Sirve yourself, they eat like wolves.

How's the demo, David?

-You're doing one, right? -Yes.

It's great.

You guys talk about us?

Yes, about lots of things.

No topics of your own?

Júlia, what's wrong?

No, Mum. You cried because Dad had a girlfriend.

And now, you don't care.

That was ages go.

Shall we talk alone, Júlia?

No.

I don't want us to act like this is normal.

What would be normal?

For Mum to pull your hair.

I'm not like that!

Montse isn't like that.

See? She knows me better than you,

I haven't seen you for months.

Do you talk about my mum?

We met talking about her.

-Sorry? -Talking about me?

I was his psychologist.

Carlos went to a psychologist?

Yes, to see me.

Anybody want a gin and tonic?

They're still eating, Toni.

Yes, but then I can escape this situation.

It's giving me heart burn.

-I fancy a rum and coke. -Sure.

-I'll just have the gin. -Okay, Montse.

It's not very professional to start seeing a patient.

When we fell in love,

I told him we had to stop seeing each other medically.

You lost a patient and gained a boyfriend.

Exactly.

See, Marta? What a modern family.

Here we all are, so normal.

I'm chatting to my ex-husband's girlfriend.

I want to know everything. How did you two meet?

-Want to go to the room, sweet-pea? -No.

You met talking about me?

I'm afraid so.

But it's professional secrecy.

-Of course. She's very professional. -Yes.

-What type of psychologist are you? -Humanist and Gestalt.

-Gestalt psychology? -What's that?

-With games, right? -Yes.

When Carlos started

we played a lot of games.

You don't say.

It's about being conscious of the here and now

and acknowledging what I feel and need.

-With games. -Games, recreating moments,

-role switching… -Can we have an example?

A game?

-Do you want to do one? -Want to?

I'd love to.

-To get to know yourself better. -Toni, make my drink a double.

-Sure thing! -What do we do?

-Ready? -Yes.

Close your eyes.

Breathe.

-Imagine… -Júlia!

-What about you? -Mine are open to check on you.

Ready?

Imagine yourselves somewhere you like to be.

-Can it be here and now? -Yes, wherever you want.

Visualise a place

where you feel comfortable, nice and calm,

where you feel good.

Got it?

And, suddenly,

a fire.

Damn it.

Everything around you starts to burn

and you can't escape, you're trapped.

Everything burns.

Imagine that anxiety, you can't get out.

Then you hear a voice that you recognise perfectly.

Through the fire and smoke,

the voice gets closer

and the person you were waiting for appears.

And that person helps you escape the flames.

Together, you get away from the fire

and see that you're out of danger.

That's it.

You can open your eyes.

That was cool.

I loved it.

You're all very quiet. What were you doing?

One of Blanca's games.

The gin and tonics.

Are you okay?

-Which is mine? -This one.

Let's see what you imagined.

If the place you visualised was interior,

it means that your fears are inside you.

If it was exterior, your fears come from outside,

they're external to you.

-Do we have to say? -No.

It's so that you can reflect by yourselves.

And the person?

The person that you imagined is the most important in your life.

You have to trust them to overcome your fears.

I knew it.

Who was yours?

You can't say.

But who was it?

Guille.

Who's Guille?

Guille Tobalina, you met him the other day.

My best friend.

Who was yours?

You can't say out loud.

Why Guille?

He's my childhood friend, why wouldn't I think of him?

Of course.

A message from your dad from the otherworldly bed.

I thought it would be really nice…

-Are you jealous? -No.

-…to take the boat out on the sea. -No.

Will you ask the kids? I'd like it.

Your sciatica could strike again if you get out of bed.

No, he's in a lot of pain.

-It hurts so much… -I forgot your birthday.

He's made plans for everybody.

He didn't even ask.

The boat will help with the pain.

Then we'll do the boxes, that's what we're here for.

I'll go check on Carlos.

Shall we turn in?

-Time for bed. -I'll check on the girls.

We'll clear up tomorrow.

-Yes, I'll help later. -Good night.

-Good night. -Good night, Montse.

-Good night, Montse. -See you tomorrow.

Mum.

Dad says it'll calm down and we can take the boat out.

I very much doubt it.

Therapy has turned him into an optimist.

Júlia, look where the girls are, it's dangerous.

Thanks for the advice, Mum, but I'm their mother.

-Look at the waves! -Mum, stop.

Thanks.

Toni, what are you doing?

Putting cream on.

-In this weather? -The glare is worse than the sun itself.

Rub it in properly, what do you look like?

-You used half the bottle. -Too much?

Far too much.

I'm going to buy some ice.

-You're leaving me alone? -Here.

Watch the girls.

Excuse me, how much is the ice?

Oh.

-Hi. -Hey.

I didn't know you were coming.

I didn't know you worked here.

-I have two jobs. -Right.

The Aerobrava at night and here…

Hey, the boat's been ready for ages.

-Okay. -Well?

-I was paying. -Buying ice doesn't take that long.

Ricardo, a pleasure.

-Sara's brother? -Yes.

What's up, mate? How are things?

-Keeping busy on the Costa Brava. -Never a dull moment.

You know each other?

You know what?

You ruined the surprise.

We were talking about you.

-What? -Yes, the concert.

-Are you good to go? -Yes.

He said you could play today.

-You said he could play today, right? -What, Júlia?

-I love how he says my name. -Are we on, then?

He was just saying.

-I wasn't saying that exactly. -Come on, give an affirmative answer.

-Affirmative. -Affirmative, of course.

David, if it suits you.

Of course. Who doesn't want to play there?

Of course. Thanks! Thank you so much!

-So, coming? -Yeah, be right there.

I'll pay later.

Bye.

-What a lovely day. -Luckily for you!

Well, luck and knowledge of the sky and sea…

How's your back?

Good.

I'm an old sea dog.

Júlia, I'm really excited about the concert.

Thanks to me you did music theory.

I liked it, you know.

Yeah, but you used to cry when I dropped you off.

I hope you dedicate a song to me in your first concert.

It's not my first concert.

You've done loads as the support artist.

You'll be the new Manel soon.

How did that song go?

-What was that song, Carlos…? -Which song?

The one you sang in your bad Catalan.

-Oh, yes! -My Catalan isn't bad.

Says who?

-How did it go…? -Okay, okay!

-With albums… -On albums…

On albums, with women With steady jobs

And sometimes we make it

And sometimes we make it

Sometimes something stupid

Suddenly shows us

That we've made it

And sometimes a fluke

Suddenly proves to us

That we've made it

-We're a long way out, aren't we? -Same as always.

I could always touch the bottom.

It's the same. Look at the rock.

My knees are bad. It's too far for me.

-There are other beaches. -This cove is amazing.

-Is it a different cove? -No.

Please.

There are so many, you might be mistaken.

Mum, it's 50 metres away.

-We could go to an easier beach. -See that rock up there?

You swim over there, turn right and there's the cove.

-Carrying our things? -Yes.

-Really? -Yes.

-Seriously? -Yes, just swim…

Do we need a beach? We've got a boat.

You haven't seen this cove.

It looks hard, but we can do it.

I can't, I don't like swimming in the sea.

I need to touch the bottom.

-It's not the same cove. -Yes, it is.

Since when don't you like the sea?

Come on, Mum. Please.

-It's dangerous for the girls. -I'll worry about them.

I'd rather stay. Go on.

You go.

-You're not coming? -No.

You're making us feel guilty when the cove is 50 metres away.

-We've done it hundreds of times. -It's a lovely cove.

-You really love coves. -I want to stay.

Go and have fun.

Great, Mum. Bravo.

This is incredible. It's incredible.

You always get your way with emotional blackmail.

What?

We're here worrying about you when we could be in the cove.

There are hundreds of coves, we're here.

-We all like this one. -Not all of us. You wanted to come.

-Fight, fight, fight… -I suggested to come here…

-It's the one you like. -Fight, fight, fight…

-And you decided on this cove today. -Enough.

Come on, kids. We're just talking.

Your dad's selfish, end of story.

What, Montse?

You went a bit far.

-I don't think so. -Really?

-No… -Do you think I'm being selfish?

You say something and you do it.

Who suggested the boat?

-You all accepted. -You did.

I didn't drag you.

This feels so good!

It's so good!

-In the water. -Come on.

It's incredible.

-Come on. -Oh my God.

Let's go.

Noa, sweetie.

-Put the float on. -No.

Noa, please, it's for safety.

-You have to spit, right? -Yes.

Go like this.

We should have gone to another cove with Montse.

It's attention seeking.

Maybe she needs it.

You need to talk to her.

-Wasn't this a good plan? -Incredible.

You know Blanca's game…

-Gestalt? -Yes.

This was my place.

-Really? -Yes.

-This cove? -This cove.

-It would be hard to burn down. -Because of the water?

I thought about you, too.

-Don't get upset about Guille. -I'm not.

-Well, don't. -I'm not!

He's my best friend so I thought of him.

You don't have to explain.

There's no need.

No, it's just…

through that game, in some way,

I felt like…

-You have a bogey. -Seriously?

Shit.

Sorry.

Thanks.

Okay, I'll just say it.

I think I'm in love with you.

Oh, shit…

-I shouldn't have said anything. -No, no…

I think it's lovely that you said that,

but don't say it as if you're competing with him…

-No, no… -It's not a competition.

No, I really mean it.

I'm really in love with you.

I love you…

Well, I love you.

I'm really happy with you, I mean it.

I'm happy, I love being here, I really like you…

Isn't it incredible?

-Do you like it? -Me? I love it, I really do.

We should come more.

We're selling the house, Dad.

How much is Gran's home?

No idea. I'm against her going to a home.

Let's say the home costs 2000 euros.

-More? -Yes.

-Definitely. -Maximum 3000.

I'll pay.

Don't sell up, I'll pay for the home.

And my album?

What album?

What?

I sent you a demo and you haven't listened to it.

Don't say album, then. Say demo.

You haven't listened to it.

I did! Love songs. I loved it.

-Always love songs. -Loved it.

Really?

Dad, we haven't been here for centuries. Why do you want the house?

It's our home.

-It's a bad time to sell, right, Toni? -Yes.

If we sell in a few years we'll get triple.

But I need money for my album now, not in five years.

-Júlia for the land in Cerdanya. -And my gran needs a motorbike!

It's got nothing to do with you.

Mum promised me that money.

David, drop it.

-What Mum says goes, it's her house. -Exactly.

Did you leave some food for Montse?

I'm done.

Tell the girls to stop throwing stones. They'll hurt themselves, Júlia.

-Mum, I'm cold! Come! -Mum!

-Yes, I'm looking for a towel! -Mum!

-Júlia. -What?

Have you seen Mum?

Could you iron my shirt? I'm terrible at it.

Yes, and a handjob after.

Damn…

Mum!

Dad, why are you dressed like that? The concert's in an hour.

-No, I can't go to the concert? -Why not?

Because my back's a mess. I've been on the boat all day.

But don't worry. It'll go great.

Sushi!

-Mum, I'm cold! -Mum?

-Mum! -Mum!

Mum!

You can have mine, I can't find them.

Could you iron my shirt? I can't work this iron.

It's like all other ones.

Maybe your dad learnt to iron in therapy.

Dad's in his room.

His back hurts and he's not coming.

His back… Right.

If he did something for his kids he might end up paralysed.

What?

-Nothing, I'll iron it now. -Thanks.

Are you nervous?

Yes.

Everything I did for you was worth it, right?

Why don't you stop smoking?

I'll leave it in the utility room.

Bye.

Isn't it already in tune?

I don't get the big secret. It's a communication thing.

Toni, you can't tell. Enough.

I told you, you and the girls got me out of the woods.

-I want crisps. -No, Noa.

That's bull, she thinks I don't know.

-Bull? -What's bull?

It's a lie, sweetie.

-Look, honey, free table. -Oh.

-I want crisps. -They don't have any.

-I want crisps! -They don't have any.

You already ate loads. I brought fruit.

-I want crisps. -You said we can't tell lies.

There aren't any crisps! Enough!

Here, girls, I've got crisps.

Dad!

-Go on. -Okay, liar!

-Everything okay? -No, Ricardo, not okay.

-Need a hand? -A hand?

Not a hand, Ricardo. Not now. A beer, though.

-Not a hand, a beer. -A beer.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

Don't touch me.

-How are your nerves? -Terrible.

Do you know the songs?

-I've been thinking… -What?

We could come back tomorrow.

-What do you think? -What?

Look.

What?

What?

Ta-da.

No, no, no…

-Do you trust me? -I'd be terrified.

-No, no. -Is that a yes?

No, David.

-You said you wanted to. -I know, but…

-With you? -I'm the best instructor around.

My mum, my sister, my dad… They've all jumped with me.

Do you trust me? Yes?

Yes, this is amazing!

You'll love it.

-Tomorrow? -Tomorrow.

My leg's going to sleep. Sit on a chair, you're heavy.

-He's so nervous. -Really?

-Yes. -Poor thing.

Sorry.

Hi, Blanca.

The GPS took me through some fields…

I got completely lost.

-Did he already play? -No, not yet.

-Good. -Carlos?

Out of it. Fine.

-Hi! -At last.

What can I get you?

-Are you Sara's brother? -The good-looking one.

-Sara's not here? -It's her day off.

What a shame.

She was always at home with Júlia when you were a baby.

Not really a baby, Mum…

He was.

-How old are you? -Almost 22.

-Almost 22? -He's a child!

Twenty-two… But he's mature.

-Thanks for letting him play. -Júlia insisted.

You won't regret it, he's amazing.

What can I get you?

-A beer, please. -Me too. Marta?

-A beer, too. -Three beers.

A glass of wine.

-A gin and tonic. -Great.

A strong one.

Be right back.

Isn't he handsome?

I'd fuck him.

I want some crisps.

We'll get some.

No, Toni, they ate a lot.

-It's a special day. -Toni, no crisps.

-They had enough. -No crisps.

-Mum says no, she's right. -No, not "Mum says no".

-That's enough about the crisps. -Okay.

At your service, sergeant.

-Sergeant! -Sergeant.

Why?

-It was a joke. -But I want to know why.

-Sergeant. -Can you be quiet, please?

I don't know…

-I want you to explain it. -It's a joke, it just came out.

Yes, but why?

-Can you say it again? -What?

Say it again, I might get it this time.

Júlia, drop it.

-I want to hear it again. -No.

I want to understand it.

Tell me. Go on.

Toni, tell me, it's fine.

At your service.

What else?

-Sergeant. -Do you want crisps?

-Yes. -Shall I order some?

Yes.

Could we have a couple more packets of crisps?

Of course.

Sorry, I see you're not eating, can I have your crisps?

Thank you.

Crisps, crisps, crisps, crisps!

Here, crisps, love. Want some too?

-Sergeant of my heart? -No.

Here, these are fresher.

Crisps for everybody!

For me, too.

Here, love.

Yes? Hello?

Good evening.

-Can you hear me? -Yes!

Okay…

I'm David Alvarado.

-How are you? -Good!

Very good.

First, thanks to Aerobrava.

I'll play some songs.

You already know some, they're on YouTube,

but I want to play a new song first

that I composed last night.

I'm excited to sing it.

It's dedicated to somebody important to me.

A woman.

When I'm with her, I'm not always the person I should be

and, without her, I wouldn't be here today.

This song is for you, Marta.

Thanks.

It's going to be a bit cheesy.

Off I go.

It goes like this.

I owe you everything

I often doubt

If it's me

Who rules my heart

I'm not scared of looking stupid

In front of everybody

If I cling to your heart

And if you doubt when it's dark

Burn it all

The memories that haunt you

And the fears That stop you from seeing the world

The way I see it

It's just us two

Burn it all

The recurring nightmares

And the doubts That stop you from seeing the world

The way I see it

It's just us two

And the others

Are merely spectators

Amazing.

-Thank you! -He's good, you know?

He's good.

A hidden talent.

But it's there.

-Isn't he good? -He's good.

He'll find it.

Tell me if you don't like my songs. I'm an adult, I can take it.

I didn't say that.

-What did you say? -Surprises stress me out.

-Know what I think? -What?

-You're a bit weird. -Really?

I think you're a film buff

and that's why you like romance and all that.

We're not all like that, you know?

-What's "all that"? -Cheesy stuff.

-Cheesy? -Yes.

Okay.

Yes, maybe I'm a little cheesy.

-That's the way I am. -I didn't expect it…

I felt observed, uncomfortable…

Your mum asked for a song and you dedicated one to me.

But it's fine.

My love, listen to me.

No, listen.

-It's fine. -Listen to me. Look at me.

I'm madly in love with you.

-What is it? -You did it again!

What did I do?

This doesn't fit in the conversation.

Yes, it does. It's my fucking truth.

What happened today?

-What do you mean? -We were fine, had great sex…

We were fine, just taking it easy…

and suddenly, you freak out.

Do you see?

Why can't you say it back?

So you always have to say it back?

It's like rock, paper scissors…

The right answer is "I love you"?

The perfect answer is "I love you".

I love you.

-I need to get some air. -Okay, sorry.

Go outside if you want. It was a figure of speech.

-Want a cigarette? -You startled me.

Okay.

Don't worry about David.

I'm his mother, even I get sick of him.

No, it's my fault really.

I very much doubt that.

Yes, I shouldn't have come.

Are we that bad?

No, I didn't mean it like that.

It felt natural to me, I wanted to meet his family.

But David and I…

We're a bit different

and I think this meant a bit more to him.

-I shouldn't be telling you this. -No, don't worry.

We all like to be loved, right?

Yes.

It's nice to be loved.

But then it's exhausting, makes you sick.

But spooning is so nice

that you forget if it was what you wanted or not.

And David is good at spooning.

Good.

I'm sorry.

It's fine.

I'm not surprised he does it well.

But then he wants the whole cutlery draw, right?

You heard the song.

-Too much, right? -Yes.

-It was a lot. -Yes.

It was too much.

David always falls in love with intelligent women.

And then messes it all up with his glitter canon.

It's a shame you're dumping him.

-What? -I mean a shame you're breaking up.

-That's not my plan. -But I understand.

I'm not leaving him.

If I were you, I would.

But listen, if you do,

be gentle, because…

he has strange thoughts when people dump him.

Ugly thoughts.

-Ugly? -Yes.

He has ugly thoughts.

Like, for example…

"I want to die" and stuff like that.

He's very sensitive.

He's an artist.

Good night.

Get some rest, skydiving tomorrow.

Wow, yes.

Good night, love.

Good night, Montse.

Please…

Fucking shit day.

Move, girls. I'm bringing more things.

When we're done, we'll go to the beach.

-Do you have your floats? -No.

Would you rather wear a float

or for your uncle to sing you a song?

The float.

We have to pack everything.

Noa, Joana, careful, it's messy in here.

I said we should have done boxes there.

Throw it all away. It's worthless, Mum.

-Look at this! -What?

Look what I've found.

Look! Does it still open?

-So cool! -Is there a tape?

-Nothing, Carlos. -There are valuable things.

Why do we have to take the house apart?

You're a real pain, Carlos?

Is this going or staying?

Give it to me, Toni.

Done.

Dad!

Stop!

-Give me the balloon. -You'll hurt yourselves.

-Can you stop? -Girls…

Excuse me?

What's that? Wash your hands.

Where did you get that?

-Under the bunk. -What is it?

To stop babies.

-To be happy? -No, to not have babies.

A mum from school said it's to make you happy.

Well…

I can't deal with this now, Toni.

-Me? -Yes.

-When Dad's milk comes out… -That's disgusting, Toni.

Wash your hands.

Let's wash our hands!

-Whose is this? -Yes.

It's not ours, really.

No, it's not ours.

-It could be yours from before. -No.

With another girl, from before.

It's not mine.

-It's fresh, but not from this weekend. -Toni!

Carlos, I'll bet this is yours.

I have other more appropriate places to carry out my sex life.

Blanca?

What? It's only a condom.

Carlos, lies have short legs.

-It's not mine. -It's not ours.

Maybe somebody from outside…?

-That's impossible. -Why?

There's an alarm.

Yes.

So…

it's somebody here.

It's mine. Are you happy now?

Let's not show it to everybody.

-My lover and I come here sometimes. -Come on.

What's wrong? Why not?

-What? -Nothing.

-You don't believe me? -The condom is yours?

My sexual partner.

-You have a sexual partner, Mum? -Yes, the condom proves it.

You left the condom under the bunk to prove it?

Don't be perverse, son.

No, I didn't realise.

Do you have a boyfriend?

Not a boyfriend. I have a lover.

-Define lover. -Carlos, please…

You think I pay them?

Some people pay for sex.

-Sorry if me having lovers annoys you. -No, I just find it hard to believe.

Carlos, please, come on…

No, it's the condom mystery. Tell the truth, Mum.

-Is that condensed milk in there? -Seriously?

You thought it might be your dad's condom, right?

-Why not me? -It's not the same.

She wouldn't have to pay for sex, she's a beautiful woman.

Gorgeous, and very sexy.

Yes, she's gorgeous.

-You're all sexist. -Absolutely.

Well…

I'm not sexist.

Neither is Dad.

-He is. -Of course.

We're not hypocrites and we tell the truth

because we know Mum.

You might be a bit sexist.

Now I'm the sexist one?

Of course.

Júlia, you're a woman and you know her.

David, I think we should drop it.

Tell the truth, go on.

Do you think Mum has a lover or filled it with condensed milk

and hid it to make Dad jealous?

She does crazy stuff sometimes. Well?

Mum can have whoever she wants.

Maybe you don't know me after all.

Stop justifying yourself, you should know what you are.

Maybe we're wrong. That's it.

But I'm not sexist.

Dad's sexist.

A clear example of sexism.

I'm sorry to say it, but…

You're digging a hole, David.

I'll clear the table then help with the boxes.

Yes, that'll fix it.

I won't, then.

No, you're not sexist.

Thank you. You see?

I'm not clearing up because you said I'm sexist.

I want to do it, a man does what he wants…

Well, not just men.

I want to contribute, be generous…

I like looking after things.

-Sure you want to jump with me? -Don't do this now.

-Are you sure? -David…

-Come here. -Okay.

This is a jumping trip.

Marta's jumping with me.

-David, are you ready? -Yes!

Ready?

-In the door, we're in what position…? -Banana.

Yes, arms crossed, legs open

and open your arms when I tap. Jumping position, okay?

Great.

Here we go.

Oh, God.

Do we go in here?

What's wrong, Marta?

-What? -What's wrong?

-Something's wrong. -Nothing's wrong.

I'm nervous.

Is it because of my mum?

I mean it. I know I was wrong.

Was it the song?

-Was it the song? -This is unbelievable.

No, but… Look at me.

-I'm really sorry. I won't do it again. -Okay.

-Okay. -I'm sorry, okay?

Now, please,

we can get in, jump out, have fun,

it's our day, I'll record your face deformed by the wind.

Then we'll go to an awesome cove,

eat a paella and watch the sunset.

No, David…

No, what?

I don't want lunch.

Dinner, then. We'll stay an extra day…

No, I don't want lunch or dinner…

-What do you want? -After we've jumped,

take me to the station, my case is in the boot.

But everything's fine. I just need some space.

You finish your family stuff.

David. In a few days we can talk…

-Don't say we'll talk. -Why?

Talking's not cool, and…

Talking is good.

Okay.

-What? -Santi.

Are you okay?

I'm not as okay as I was before.

David.

Hey.

-Don't get like this. -Seriously?

What?

You're breaking up with me.

-I'm not. -Let's get in.

-I'm not. -Marta…

I said that we're going to talk.

-But… -This isn't the right time.

We need to get on the plane.

Just be honest and tell me.

-I need to know. -I didn't say that.

-I didn't say that. -What did you say, then?

We need a few days to think.

What does that mean?

-Tell me. -Please,

-I'm begging you, not now. -Yes, now. So?

-What? -So?

-You're dumping me. -Is that what you want to hear?

So I feel bad again?

-Or what? -Everybody in!

Get in.

Watch your head, please.

Hi.

-What I want is… -How are you?

-I want you to tell me… -Fuck, that scared me.

Tell me the truth.

What you feel, if you want to leave me or not.

That's all.

-You're unbelievable. -Tell me either way.

Don't leave me with this weird ambiguity that makes me feel unsafe.

Seriously… Not now, I'm begging you.

-Not now… -Stop it.

I'm looking out for me, not you.

-I need an answer… -Is that what you want me to say?

-What? -Yes!

Yes, I'm leaving you.

Is that what you want to hear?

Come on.

David, door please.

-David. -Yes.

Copy, Tower. Proceeding to take off.

This is safe, right?

Can you check it?

-It's fine. -We're approaching the jump zone.

Less than two minutes.

-Do you remember everything? -Yes, but are you okay?

Considering you're leaving me, yes.

-David, you're scaring me. -One minute and we jump.

Marta, you're ruining my life.

Can you stop playing the victim for a moment

and concentrate on this?

-I don't want it to happen again. -What?

The horrible feeling I get when I get dumped,

-it's unbearable, disgusting… -What feeling?

I start losing my head, my love,

and I start having weird thoughts…

I get anxiety…

-Good to go? -Concentrate.

If life were a switch, I'd press it so many times.

Doors open.

No, no, no…

Wait, wait, wait…

No, no, no, David!

You're going to be fine.

I don't want to jump.

Okay.

David, I don't want to.

It's not attached properly.

I don't want to jump!

I changed my mind, please.

-Don't be scared. -I don't want to jump!

Chin up. Three, two, one…

David, I'm scared.

Open the parachute!

Enough, I'm scared. Please, David.

We're really close!

-Are you leaving me? -What?

I said are you breaking up with me?

No, no, no, no. David, I'm not leaving you.

-Sure? -No, no, no!

Pull the cord already!

Three, two, one…

Get all this off me.

-Get it off me now. -Hang on a minute.

-What's wrong? -Oh my God.

-Get it off. -Hang on a minute.

-What's wrong? -Asshole.

Are you crazy? You wouldn't pull the cord.

-I did! -After what you said in the plane?

Saying you want to commit suicide before jumping?

-Who does that? -I'm sorry, I fucked up.

You really hurt me.

You're a toxic asshole. You're insane, I swear.

-Are you leaving me? -Of course I am! Of course!

Don't leave me.

Asshole.

Okay, okay.

Don't leave me, please!

Toxic asshole!

There's still a lot here.

-Has the lorry gone? -Yes, two minutes ago.

I'll see what I can fit in the car.

-Want to talk? -No.

Okay. That's fine.

We can throw this away, nobody wants it…

How did you know?

What?

That I have a lover.

I saw him put his hand on your shoulder.

And the phone call surprised me a little.

The call, why?

Lali Bullero was your invisible friend when you were little.

It was strange of her to call, especially then.

I'm an idiot.

-Don't say that. -I'm an idiot.

How long has it been?

I don't know, months.

Months.

Three months, half a year…?

A year and a half.

Shit.

-You do alright. -Come on, Mum…

You love him?

He's a boy.

You put the condom under the bunk?

No.

But you knew it might be there and decided not to look for it?

Am I a bad mum, Mum?

Júlia, they're different things.

It's the same.

So what?

What if you're a bad mum for a while?

They always are, and it's fine.

They don't even think about it.

Do you know who rescued me from the flames?

-What? -In Blanca's game.

-Know who came for me? -Yes, Toni and the girls.

And… know what I did when they held out their arms

to save me?

No.

I grabbed them, threw them onto the flames.

That doesn't make you a bad mother, Júlia.

It was a game.

It was just a game.

When you say Joana or Noa will hurt themselves,

-I don't think I care. -Don't say that, it's not true.

-I don't care if they bust their heads. -Come on.

We've all had moments like this, you know?

-It will pass. -What if it doesn't?

I don't love my family, Mum.

I mean it.

No.

It will pass, Júlia.

-I get this panic here. -I know, love.

Come on, breathe. Try to breathe.

-I can't breathe. -Can't you?

My nose is blocked.

Your nose is a little crooked.

You fell when you were little.

I'm a bad mum too, huh?

Someone's calling me.

What, David?

-Júlia… -Hello.

-What? -I'm on my way back.

Will you be there?

We're going to the beach in half an hour, right?

-Yes. -Why?

-Listen, Júlia. -What's wrong?

-David? -Do you love me?

Of course I do. Why?

-What is it? -Thanks. See you soon.

Bye.

What's wrong with him?

Your son is weird, Mum.

Yes, he is a little bit.

Feeling better?

-A bit. -Good!

-Let's see if that guy has a friend. -Mum…

A bit older. Twenty-two, Júlia?

-I know… -Twenty-two!

Do you mind if I stay? I need some time to think.

No, I don't mind.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

-When will you talk to Montse? -About what?

Come on, Carlos. The truth: the house isn't in her name.

I'm finding a way.

A way to do other things, but not that.

You're angry with me about the condom.

-No… -I didn't start it.

No, face your problems, please.

Fucking hell. Okay, I know.

You don't have to tell me.

Are you my girlfriend or my therapist?

Speak to your future you before this shit blows up in your face.

Fuck…

Do you love me, Blanca?

I mean it, because I really love you.

-Come on, Carlos… -I don't want all this to…

-Okay? -Okay.

Trust me, okay?

Mum says to put it on.

Come on, Noa!

Beach time!

No way.

Shit.

God damn it.

Shall we go?

We should.

Are you okay?

No.

What's wrong?

Marta left me.

Oh, David…

Do you want to talk?

No, I'm fine.

Toni, get the girls to start clearing up.

She didn't like the song…

-Where are they? -With Mum.

She says I pressure her and live in a romantic comedy…

No, your mum's there.

They're with Mum…

They were in the water.

On the rocks, then.

The one time I open up…

-Have you seen the girls? -Noa!

No, they aren't here.

-Joana! -Noa!

-Don't you care what I'm saying? -David, don't…

Let it out, I'll be right back.

Mum.

Mum, where are the girls?

They were with you.

-They were here with you. -No.

They were cold, they went back.

Fuck, Mum. The girls?

-I don't know. -Where are they?

-Joana! -Noa!

Júlia.

-What's going on? -I can't find them.

I'll look here.

Look in the bushes.

-Blanca. -They're not there.

-They're not? -Calm down.

-Noa! -Noa!

-Look over there. -Were there any other girls with you?

No?

Have you seen two girls, ten and five?

-No? Over there… -No.

No… Okay, thanks.

Noa!

-Joana! -Noa!

Girls!

They're not there.

Noa!

Joana!

Joana!

Noa!

I can't see them…

Joana!

-Noa! -Joana…

Girls!

-Joana! -Noa!

Júlia, they're not there.

I can't see them!

-Joana! -Someone look behind the rocks.

The rocks, David.

Joana!

Noa!

Joana!

I can't see them, Júlia!

They're in the water!

They're in the water!

Joana!

Noa!

Noa!

Joana!

Joana…

Joana!

Noa!

Joana!

Joana!

They're okay!

Júlia, they're here!

They're here!

They're here, Júlia! They're okay!

Joana!

Joana!

-What's all this? -We left it behind.

We'll throw it away some other time.

The lorry left some things we have to throw away.

Yes.

-Draw the curtains. -Yes.

Girls, want to draw something?

Fuck.

-What flavour is it? -Chocolate.

Chocolate…

I like chocolate too.

Why do they all leave me?

What do you do when they knock you down?

What do you do?

-Pick yourself…? -Up.

Pick yourself up.

She said I'm toxic.

Everyone's toxic these days. It's the fashion.

You're not.

You're a bit annoying, David.

Shut it, Toni.

And that I'm childish. Do you think I am?

Come on…

You'll get the girl you want.

You're handsome and intelligent.

Family, Montse! I found it!

Montse, David.

Look what I found buried in the garden.

In the pine tree.

The box?

-Open it. -No, first the story.

-We all know it. -The girls don't.

When Uncle David was little like you,

he spent a whole summer recording conversations

and all kinds of situations

and put all of the tapes in this box at the end of the summer

and buried it in the garden.

-Listen to your grandpa! -Listen to him.

"It's treasure!", he used to say.

We had to find it the next year.

The next year we didn't come.

I'll open it.

Look, look!

There's loads of them!

-Goodness. -That one.

-Toni, do you know how…? -Yes, yes.

-You want to watch it now? -Of course.

The camera might not work.

-Yes, it does. -Turn the volume up.

Here.

Now me…

Who is it?

This one's mine.

David, come here.

Look how small you were!

This is earlier than that summer.

-Júlia… -Come and watch it.

Montse, your parents are here.

When's Gran coming?

-David, sweetie. -Aren't you Gran?

I want to see Gran.

-Look how ugly your mum was. -What? She's gorgeous.

It's great.

You really want to give all this up?

Do you want your family to end up like these tapes?

What are you on about?

You're putting us all in a metal box and burying us.

We'll forget everything we've been through together.

What, Carlos?

-Get the idea, Montse? -I don't see what it is, no.

You're giving up on your family.

It's in our hands.

Don't sell the house. Don't sell it, please.

It's the buyers.

I told them to come and see a few things before they sign.

No, make them wait outside.

-But, Carlos… -We'll find a solution for Gran's home

and for… Did you have fun here, David?

Well, Marta left me.

Besides that.

-And you, love? -What about me?

Besides thinking the girls had drowned,

-wasn't it good? -Yes.

Let's not lose this, please.

It would make me very sad, it really would.

Now that's cheating.

You had two options.

Convincing them under false pretences wasn't one.

False…? What?

From what I've seen this week, you can't do right by your family.

I'm trying to do just that.

-It means telling the truth. -Are you really doing this to me?

-Truth about what? -Blanca?

You can't sell the house.

-What? -Blanca, stop.

It's in Carlos' name.

He can't sell it and risk an inspection of the firm.

I don't understand anything.

It's not in your name, Montse. He changed it and didn't tell you.

But I inherited the house from Aunt Nunes,

-so it's mine. -Yes.

-Not on the deeds. -Let me explain, Montse…

Yes. Explain it to me

before I have a fit.

But calm down first, don't panic. It's not that big a deal.

-You stole my house. -I stole nothing.

The house is yours, you just can't sell it.

When were you going to tell me?

Haven't you seen the deeds?

No, your dad handles the paperwork.

Exactly, so I didn't think it was necessary…

Should I have told you? Yes. But I didn't.

It was just a formality.

-You take me for a fool? -What?

-Do you think your ex-wife's an idiot? -Is this why you stayed?

Hang on, son.

No, is that why you stayed?

This weekend, the boat and everything,

all for this?

-Sell the house, pass the inspection. -Listen, everyone…

It wouldn't pass. That's the problem.

Carlos, have you committed a crime?

That's my business.

Sell the house, then.

How much have you stolen?

Stay out of it, love.

But, Dad…

I have a public profile, I'm an artist.

I'll wind up like the son of another corrupt politician.

Will I have to change my name?

-Dad, sell the house, end of story. -Fine.

I'll sell the house.

Good.

Let the buyers in, sign the contract…

I'll sell it. Do you know what will happen then?

-What? -I'll go to prison.

Shall I let them in or not?

It's about time you sacrificed yourself.

You've never done that for this family.

I'll tell them to go.

-I've sacrificed a lot for this family. -Name one.

-Just one. -I can't name one sacrifice.

I don't write them down.

-And I do? -I don't know.

I've always been there.

Yes, like this weekend manipulating us all with the boat.

Trying to fix a problem for everybody's sake.

Why didn't you face up to it? Why hide everything?

-I didn't know you were in therapy! -I've worked a lot,

my whole life and provided for you

-and the kids… -But money isn't everything.

We have money to get Grandpa out of prison.

Really? Let's see.

Give it to Grandpa.

To get him out of prison.

Girls, put it away.

-Put it away. -Leave me alone.

-Where did they get that? -Christmas I guess.

Fucking family.

-We're rich! We're rich! -Girls.

Where did you get that?

If we pay, will Grandpa not go to prison?

-Where? -Forget it, Júlia.

Mum.

Joana.

Grandma gave it to us.

I didn't give them anything.

Yes, so that we would hide.

Where?

This afternoon at the beach.

You little snitches.

Wasn't that a secret?

-I'm taking that back. -No.

They can't keep their word.

Whatever my mum said was the law.

-Unbelievable. -I agree.

Bad girls. Very bad!

You're crazy, Mum.

I can explain.

Go ahead then.

Didn't the shock do you good?

What?

Hang on…

did you hide the girls at the beach?

No, I told them to hide.

-I did it for you. -That's crazy. Did you see the drama?

I'm the crazy one?

You said you didn't love your family.

I showed you that you do, and that you need them.

The buyers are nice.

They'll come back another day.

Come on, girls.

-Come here. -And the money?

I'll give it to you later.

-Is that true? -I didn't say that.

-Did she say it? -Put it in the right context.

Júlia, don't lie to me.

Did you say it?

Look, Toni…

I…

I'm a mess.

-I'm really stressed… -So you tell your mum

you don't love your family?

Toni, not now.

-Did she say it? -It's no big deal.

She just imagined throwing you and the girls into the fire.

-What? -A metaphor.

It's a metaphor.

A metaphor of burning us alive?

It's like a parable.

Don't see things in such a simplistic way, Toni.

Blanca, can you shut up? You and your fucking games.

At least somebody came for you.

I stood there all by myself watching the house burn down

and nobody came.

Couldn't we play a board game like a normal family?

-Júlia. -What?

The girls?

It was a metaphor.

-Yes, I got that, a parable. -Yes.

Are the suitcases packed?

Yes.

Is there food for dinner when we get home?

Yes.

Finish off what you need to do and we'll talk in Barcelona.

-I'm so tired. -I know.

-I'm sick of being the baddie… -We'll talk.

Girls, let's go.

-You're leaving? -Yes.

I'll come with you.

It's a lie, Toni…

Blanca.

Yes?

-You're leaving? -I'm going. Yes.

-You're leaving. -I'm leaving.

-But afterwards… -Look, I thought that you and I

had a connection, an understanding, but now I see we don't.

No, I'm going.

Just thinking about spending summers in this house…

What?

Júlia, go to therapy, you'll see things more clearly.

Montse, I was on your side,

but what you did with the girls was just too much.

Stop, Carlos.

Toni, we'll talk. It'll be more comfortable in the car.

It was… a different weekend.

-We'll talk. -Yes.

Bye, Mum.

-See you soon. -Blanca.

What about me?

You're a narcissist, get yourself seen to, son.

Blanca…

I loved meeting you.

Sorry, Blanca, hang on.

Your game's shit, okay?

I mean that with respect and admiration,

it's a piece of shit.

-Thanks. -Blanca…

Don't follow me. I'm leaving.

Blanca.

Blanca, are you leaving?

-She just dumped me? -We've all been dumped.

-Bye-bye, Sushi. -Bye.

-Montse? -Montse, what?

-You steal and I'm in the wrong? -You're crazy, Mum.

Sure, I'm the crazy one.

Stop saying that!

I hate you.

I hate you.

I can't believe that condom was yours.

Shut up, David.

How could you do that to Toni? Did you see his face?

-Devastated. -Are you deaf? Shut up.

-Stop. -What?

I can't say anything to her?

I would never do that to my girlfriend.

You don't have one because you're boring.

No, I just have feelings,

-something which you don't have. -Know what you don't have?

-Dignity. -Dignity.

-You're not getting a song. -You're a terrible singer.

You need to be told.

-Don't say that. -Stop treating him as if he were ten.

You didn't even come to the concert.

I wonder why.

-"I wonder why". -Why are you laughing, asshole?

You're a shitty mum.

You're an asshole.

-Stop, stop! -What are you doing?

Come on, stop!

You're not kids!

Stop!

Can't you see your sister is stronger than you?

Stop defending me. I'm fine on my own.

Really? I've been saving your bacon for 30 years.

Marta was right to listen to me.

-Marta was right about what? -Yes.

-About what? -What?

-Mum, did you talk to Marta? -Yes, I did. So what?

-Was that wrong too? -What did you say?

-Nothing. It was all her. -What did you say?

-She dumped me. -I know. Of course she did.

-You didn't see her face at the concert. -What about it?

-She almost threw up. -She was the love of my life.

You're the loves of my life.

-I'll write to her. -Do what you want.

Your ex told me you would do this…

Stop talking to my ex-girlfriends!

I talk to Júlia's ex too, Quim,

who went to the US, by the way.

-If that helps… -Enough, Mum.

-Did I do so badly? -Enough!

Hello?

Yes, I'm Júlia Alvarado, what is it?

Look, she's seen it.

Yes.

We'll take around three hours to get there.

Of course.

Yes, I'll take care of it.

Thanks.

Júlia, double tick. She's seen it.

-That was Dolors. -Who's that?

Gran's upstairs neighbour.

She's dead.

-Dolors? -No, Gran.

What?

Dolors found Gran, called the fire services

and she'd been dead a few days.

-We went on Friday. -That's what she said.

She saw Mum leaving Gran's house.

Mum, you said she was fine.

I didn't say anything.

Mum, you said she was fine.

No, I said you should have gone up.

Mum. Did you find her dead and not say?

I called out the window, but you…

You should have insisted.

-You didn't want to go. -If I'd known she were dead,

-I would have. -Not if she were alive?

-Don't go there. -How long since you saw her?

-You left Gran's body there? -How long?

Why did you do that?

And how long since…

you saw me?

My God…

This weekend was important, we hadn't been together for ages.

And Gran was…

She was dead.

What are you saying…?

I just wanted to spend a weekend with my family,

you're all I've ever had.

I've spent my whole life by your sides.

Mum, you left Gran there, you abandoned her.

What's all this?

Do you know who dressed up to pick you up on Carnival?

Who got up at night when you were scared?

It was always my vermouth that was missing an olive.

What?

Who threatened the kids who made you eat sand?

And when they broke up with you: Júlia, Berta, Miriam, Alba…

-Who wiped your nose? -Mum, stop.

Who took you for an abortion when Narcís knocked you up?

And fifteen years later, when you were a mum,

who wiped your girls' bums when you couldn't move?

Who disinfected your wound?

Toni? Your dad?

Don't you dare speak.

You, the heavenly pater .

The dad everybody wants, everybody adores,

but who on Sunday mornings

has to go sailing, motorbiking, cycling, to archery…

Do you know who stayed with your family?

Can you imagine?

I gave up my happiness for yours.

Nobody asked you to.

I know that.

I did it because I wanted to, I know.

But I thought somebody might thank me one day.

And instead of a call or a visit

or even a shitty WhatsApp,

I've got a flock of crows coming to peck out my eyes

over an undersold house.

The annoying thing is, I knew.

I knew, but I need you.

I call you again and again… You're never there.

One day I called to say about selling the house

as it's the only way to spend a weekend together.

And I played dumb

and pretended I didn't know about the deeds.

And I did it well because I've done it my whole life.

I play dumb but I actually am truly dumb.

And now I have a family here in front of me…

telling me I've failed as a mother.

A mum is the only thing I've ever been.

You knew about the deeds?

You're crazy, Mum. Absolutely crazy.

We packed boxes.

We've been fighting about it all weekend.

We've been acting like assholes

and you knew you couldn't sell it?

What's wrong with you?

Mum, the buyers came. What were you thinking?

I don't know.

About being with you.

I wanted to feel like you needed me.

I don't know what to say, Mum.

Love is giving.

Giving, right?

Expecting nothing in return.

Bullshit.

You'll soon see.

Great, Mum.

Are you going to Barcelona?

-Yes. -Shall we go?

Come on.

-Dad, look what I did. -That's so cool.

This is the swimming pool.

David!

So pretty! Like Mum.

Like Mum.

Look what I'm painting for Mum, Dad.

-What are you doing? -Help me do mum's makeup.

Wow, such cool bracelets.

Will you sell them? Can I buy one?

Say "hi" to the camera.

Júlia…

Family, summer 2000.

Look how pretty, Dad.

Hello.

David, will you paint my lips in this colour?

They're glittery.

Shit!

Shit.

Oh, God, no, no…

Shit!

Good afternoon, Memory Funeral Home.

I'm Montse Codina.

I'm Emilia Codina's daughter.

You have her body for the funeral.

We still have the choice of coffin pending.

I don't care about the coffin. You choose one.

Will there be a message of condolence?

No…

I don't know, put…

"Rest in peace."

"Rest in peace."

No, no. Hang on. Not that.

"Sorry I didn't spend more time with you, Mum."

"Sorry I didn't spend…"

No. This instead:

"Thank you for everything you did for us."

Perfect. I'll make a note.

-"Thank you for…" -No, wait.

Wait a minute.

Put…

"Your family won't forget you."

I can't breathe.

-Júlia… -What?

-Is that our house? -Let me see.

It is, isn't it?

Call Mum.

-Call Mum! -Yes, I'm calling her.

-Eyes on the road. -I'll try to turn. Wait.

The line's busy.

It's busy.

-I'll call Dad. -Yes, call him.

Dad, listen to me.

Turn around.

Mum!

Mum!

David, over here!

Mum, are you okay?

-Mum! -Mum!

Mum, are you okay?

I'm okay.

-Don't worry. -What happened?

I don't know what happened.

I popped out for a second and…

When I turned around there was nothing I could do.

-Did you call the fire service? -Yes.

I'm sorry, I couldn't…

Mum, it's okay.

-I don't know what happened. -It's okay.

-Montse! -Dad!

Dad, here!

Kids? Are you okay?

-Montse? -Yes…

What happened?

I don't know.

Fucking hell…

I don't know, I came out and…

-Did you call the firefighters? -Yes.

Oh, God.

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