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Good morning. Where to?

-Once you enter, to the right. -All right.

Come.

Would you like to...?

Who is this?

Excuse me?

This gentleman.

Well...

This is not my father.

What you're going through is normal.

It is hard to accept the death of a loved one.

I'm telling you this is not my father.

Take your time.

Do me a favour and look inside.

Of course.

We will get your father right away.

Don't let the next one be Chinese. Look at the picture.

My father is Basque.

-Of course, Basque. -See? Go on.

CRAZY FUNERAL

-What happened? -They got the wrong body.

-How so? -They brought me a six feet black man.

What?

Thank God I looked inside. Because I'd like to bury my father.

Not some basketball player I don't even know.

No. And where is my father now?

With some very tall old men who don't know who he is? No.

How can they be so useless?

If we'd done it in a normal funeral home, like normal people,

this wouldn't have happened. -So I said.

It was his last wish. Should I ignore it?

Okay, calm down.

No, I'm calm.

They brought us the wrong body,

Rober isn't coming and, if he comes, he won't help.

I need to change my speech. It just isn't right.

-Look, it's not bad. -No, it's rubbish.

-Last night it seemed okay, but it's not. -It's not rubbish, dear.

You know what? To please everyone, I wrote something superficial, lukewarm.

Well, rubbish.

-You know what they'll think? -What?

Rober should do it, since he's such a good writer.

Your brother is not a good writer.

That's not the point. He's an asshole. Influencer.

He has no right to give this speech, okay?

He's been out of this house for years. He didn't even ask who would do it.

Besides, my love, you write from a different place.

-Totally. -Totally.

Your latest novel is almost ready. You just have to let someone read it.

My love, listen.

Ater the funeral, we're leaving this place to start a new life in our home.

You called them, right?

Did you put down the deposit for the house?

-With the funeral, I wasn't able to. -Love, don't joke.

Someone might take the house, and that's our house.

I love the house, but my father died.

Have you got any idea how much paperwork this is?

I hate funerals. I swear.

What's up, guys? Today we have a funeral.

I'm on my way with my pal Héctor, who says he hates them.

Who doesn't? Say something.

They're so depressing.

Everyone celebrating death, when no one wants to die.

Of course. Who wants to die? Drop me a comment.

-Can you turn off the phone? -The driver wants some attention.

I'll keep you updated. If you like the topic, press the bell.

"The bell"? You're making me nervous, Julio.

I don't even know why you came. You aren't friends with Dani.

Is it because of Amaia?

You came because of Amaia. What a jerk. It's because of Amaia.

Don't smoke inside the car, please.

If you want cancer, get it alone, okay? I have enough on my plate.

-Like what? -A rash in shape of an alien. Look.

Careful with that.

-It looks bad, right? -Careful with that!

-Jesus! -Careful with...! Careful!

What's wrong?

Why do I have to dress like I work at the funeral home?

Your father hates me however I'm dressed.

My father hates everyone, so don't take it personally.

-Calm down. -He makes me nervous.

Today he won't notice you.

Your dad's imposing, especially being who he is.

He'll accept you.

He'd rather a vote of no confidence than accept his daughter's boyfriend.

Well, he'll have no choice. So don't worry.

-What happened? -Jesus!

What are you doing, asshole? We're going to a funeral.

-Please. -There is no respect for the dead.

I'm going to break your face. Yes.

What?

Whose face are you going to break?

What do you think? Yours, asshole. Drive!

What an idiot.

It's over. Breath. Breath.

That's it.

I'm going downstairs. Let's see if this dead guy's a relative.

-I'm coming with you. -No, I'm fine.

I know, love. I just want to check

if everything is in order and they've left a place for your uncle Imanol.

Did you forget your uncle Imanol?

Go ahead, Dani.

Good thing I caught you. Where are you?

We're almost there.

Do you remember my uncle Imanol?

Yes, of course.

Can you pick him up at the nursing home? I forgot about him.

-Seriously? -Yes.

You can't, right?

No, no. Yes, of course. Of course I can.

I was just thinking about something else. I'm sorry.

I'll pick him up. Don't worry.

I'll send you the address. Thank you very much, okay?

Okay, Dani. See you soon.

-Is everything okay? -Damn it!

Just my luck! Seriously.

-Great. -Damn it!

Well, this is him, right?

Jesus! Don't tell me that's also not your father?

It's him.

Well...

-It struck me seeing him. -I'm glad to hear. I mean...

Yes.

Are you okay, Mom?

I don't know what to do without your dad.

I don't know how to live alone.

Don't say such nonsense.

You're very independent and you have lots of friends who love you.

You've got the family and me. You've got Ana, you've got Rober...

And where is your brother?

Well, his plane landed at nine. He must be arriving.

Don't you worry. He'll be here.

And if there is anything I can help you with...

No!

Don't put your hands there. You'll leave a mark.

Yes, but I'll bring them this afternoon. First I have to attend a funeral.

My uncle Eduardo. Yes, it really sucks.

Listen, this is really strong. It might blow your brains out.

So, at most, half. Trust me.

I'm coming! My sister is here.

I'll drop them off after the funeral. See you.

Coming!

Just a second!

Are you still dressed like this?

Well, what's wrong? Are you okay?

Well, he's a bit nervous

because an idiot almost killed us with the car.

There are some really sketchy people. Just a minute.

All right.

Why are there so many pills here?

He's a pharmaceutical representative.

Not over the scare?

No.

Well, we're at the right place then.

Let's see what we have here.

Take one of these.

What is it?

This? Magic. Diazepam, an anti-anxiety pill.

Take it. You'll feel better. You'll see.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

I used to take them like sweets.

Take it.

Good.

Done.

-I'm ready. -Let's go.

Hello.

Hello?

Of course.

Mom. Mom.

Ana.

-How are you? -Well, and you?

-Well, well, well. -How was your flight, son?

It was fine, Mom. A lot of turbulence.

-I always get nervous. -Of course.

Even if you pay a fortune to travel first class,

if the plane crashes, you still end up dying... crushed, right?

Shit! So sorry. God damn it!

-Shall I go with her? -No. No, no.

This is crazy, man.

What the...?

Okay, he's with some old folks. I hadn't seen them.

Go ahead.

Is it him?

Christ, Héctor! You did not say he'd be in a wheelchair.

I didn't know.

-Hello, beauties. -Disgusting.

-What's he doing? -What he feels like doing, as always.

Let's go get uncle Imanol.

Imanol, we're here.

Where the hell were you? What a pair of idiots Daniel sent me!

I came as soon as Dani told me. I was almost there.

I've been here for over an hour. Even my hat is starting to burn.

-Let's go. It's getting late. - Okay. Let's go.

-Yes. -And who's this?

-This is Julio, a friend of mine. -Right.

-No, just open the back door. Go on. -Open, Julio. Does it open?

Open it! We're late!

This is so depressing, no?

Funerals are always like this.

I know, but...

Fuck!

I'm anxious. It feels as if my heart is being ripped out. It's horrible, man,

Our Dad's died!

It hurts.

That is why I'd rather have no close relationships.

I don't really get along with emotions.

You get on better with your followers, no?

It's easier.

Did you see the ad for my novel in Times Square?

Amazing, right? So fucking big, man!

I'm so glad you're here to look after Mom.

It's a peace of mind.

Yes, but not for long.

-What? -Ana and I are moving.

You're moving?

We're going to live alone. It's time. In our own home.

But what about Mom?

-You're leaving her alone? -I've been thinking.

Listen, I'm sure she would love to spend some time with you in New York.

Are you fucking kidding me? I can't take her to New York.

-Why not? -What will I do with her in Manhattan?

She doesn't speak a word of English. She hates Americans.

You know the life I have over there. Lots of events and parties.

-Well, go less. -Daniel, no.

Mom's better off here with you and you know it.

-Let's not talk about this now. -Fine.

But I'm buying the house. We've already visited it.

And it's really beautiful. That's why I need the money.

What money?

The money for the funeral that we said we'd split in half.

-We said that? -Yes, we did.

Okay, I remember.

So?

Well, I don't have it at this moment.

I'll pay you in a few months, all right?

I'm getting an advance on my next novel,

which is going to be a hit. Did I tell you about it?

I can't wait a few months. I need it now.

Maybe you don't know because you don't read my e-mails.

We closed Dad's publishing company. Nobody buys travelling books anymore.

I let the last employees go. That's why I need that money.

I'm really sorry, but I just can't do it.

I'm broke, man.

-What? -You heard me.

You're a successful author. You live in a luxury flat in New York.

Billboard in Times Square!

Do you know how much it costs to keep up that lifestyle?

And I had to pay a fortune for the flight.

Do you know how much a first class ticket costs?

It's insane, man!

Things are expensive.

Right.

-It's such a shame about uncle Eduardo. -Yes.

Did you get to know him, Iker?

-Iker? -Have you seen a dog?

He was staring at me with his cute eyes and now he's gone.

Cute doggy, where are you?

Did you say dog?

-There is nowhere to park! -Why don't you park over there?

-It won't fit there. -You're not driving a trailer!

-Park there, dumbass! -I'll try. No need to insult me.

-Insult my ass! -Let's see.

Go ahead.

-He's got some nerve! -Christ, Héctor!

-I know, but they cut in. -Look! It's Amaia.

Amaia. Sorry, but I was going to park there.

Right. Are you a family member, Héctor?

-No, but... -Exactly.

-My best friend is. -Amaia, what's up?

It's really nice to see you.

One moment! Sorry, just a moment.

-She didn't even look at me, man! -Okay, let's go.

-You're an idiot who can't drive! -Yes, please.

-You can't drive! -Imanol, please just wait.

I'm getting out.

-No, not right now. -Stop the car.

-Not right now, man, please. -Stop the car. I want to talk to her.

-Who? -Amaia, who do you think?

-No, you can't leave me now. -Stop or I'll get out anyway.

- Up to you. I have to talk to her now. -All right.

Get out then!

But how am I supposed to manage with his chair?

Come on, drive! Close the door. Go!

-Uncle Imanol, please... -Let's go!

-Calm down a bit. -But...

You're going backwards! The house is there!

-I'm making space for this car. -I don't give a damn about the space!

-Don't stop now. -But the man needs space.

-You're going backwards, damn it! -No.

-Let me drive! -Look, look.

What the...?!

Iker, what are you doing?

Let's go.

-What's wrong with you? -With me? Is there something wrong?

You talked about an imaginary dog and now you're singing. Are you okay?

I'm fine. No?

He's not okay.

I gave him diazepam and it hasn't agreed with him.

Diazepam? What diazepam?

One you had at your place, since he was so nervous.

But he looks terrible. He's not used to it.

Thank you.

My father was really very fond of you.

This is really weird.

I feel out of place.

That's normal when you live abroad. You lose touch.

Who are all these people? I barely know anyone.

That little guy, for instance. Who is he?

He's the son... Well, no.

I've got no idea.

Maybe a friend of dad's from work.

-Really? -No idea.

Listen...

Seriously now.

Are you really going to let your little brother pay for all this?

Daniel, I swear I want to help,

but I can't just invent money I don't have.

-You want me to paint it for you? -How can you have no money?

-I told you. -How is that possible?

-I already told you, Daniel. -Hi, Daniel.

-Hello, Father. How are you? -How is everything?

Good. Just waiting for all the guests.

All right, but remember I have another service after this.

A relative of Real died and they have a match later, so I have to hurry.

All right, don't worry.

Rober. Do you know my brother?

The author. Of course I know him.

It's a pleasure to meet you in person. I've read all your novels.

God clearly blessed you with the gift of art.

Well...

You must be really proud of your brother.

-So proud! -Are you giving the eulogy?

-No, Daniel's doing it. -Really?

Well, I'm going to check if I have everything I need.

I think you should be the one giving the speech.

Everyone's expecting you to do it and I'm not...

Come on, don't be an idiot.

You'll do great. You've got this, man!

-Come on. -But I...

What's this still doing here? It should be outside, please.

Thank you.

Little sister.

Did you have to bring those two to you brother-in-law's funeral?

-How are you? -How do you think? Sad.

Very sad. Eduardo was a wonderful husband.

So faithful, so concerned with his family, so loyal...

And such clear principles.

Remember? Trousers with a perfect crease.

-Saint Ignatius' card in his wallet. -Sorry, I have to make a call.

Is that okay?

-He was perfect. -Mother-in-law.

-Shall I make you some coffee? -No. No, leave it.

Coffee can do many things, but it can't bring back the dead.

Stupid bitch!

"His job was his life."

Honey.

-Did you call the sellers of the house? -No, I haven't had a chance.

-Then give me the number and I'll call. -I'll call later, don't worry.

You're not getting it. I can't take any more of your mother.

If we have to keep living in this house, I'm going to end up killing her, I swear.

-Right. -Right.

-Come here a moment. -What?

Don't look, but there's a man under Dad's picture.

Do you know him?

-Don't look! -It's just that...

-I need to see who you're talking about. -Right. It's the short man.

The short man.

I don't know, he's strange.

And he keeps staring at me.

He's scaring me.

Now that you mention it...

Wasn't he at our wedding?

No, that guy was much taller.

-Honey. -He's staring a lot.

If you want to change the subject, fine, but if we lose that house,

it'll be your fault.

What are you doing, idiot? Don't break it! Hurry up, we're late!

-I don't know how to open it. -Stop busting my balls!

Let's go!

-Daniel. -Yes?

We have to start now. I have to be there at 2 o'clock.

Sure, let's just wait five minutes for uncle Imanol.

We can't start without him.

-We'll wait for uncle Imanol. -All right.

-Push, damn it! Push! -I am pushing.

Careful, you'll kill me! Stop the damn chair!

Push, damn it! We're going to be late.

"And his job..."

Have you seen Nagore?

-Earlier, yes. -She's really grown.

She was a girl last time I saw her and now...

Holy cow! My God!

-It was so sudden. -Yes, such a shame. The truth is...

Look! Isn't it beautiful?

I'll give it to a snail as a blanket. It's so soft.

-It's so soft, so soft. -Come here for a second. Excuse us.

-What the hell's wrong with him? -Listen...

I have to tell you something and I don't think it's going to amuse you.

What?

-Uncle Bittor. -Daniel.

-Did you have to bring them? -They come with the job. Nephew.

Uncle Bittor. How are you?

-Well, it's a sad day. -Yes, of course.

-How's it going in New York? -Good, good.

I'm promoting my new novel.

What's this nonsense about you not giving the speech?

No, Dani's going to do it.

What a shame! I'm sure you'll do a good job, Daniel,

but seeing as Rober is an author... -Right.

I'm going to check on something.

If you need anything, let me know.

-I'm going to get ready. -Right.

Are you okay?

What happened?

Everyone's asking why Rober isn't giving the speech.

Has he done anything for the family? He was my dad too.

I've got more right than him to give the speech.

-And you're going to do it. -Damn right.

And it's going to be amazing.

It's going to be the best speech they've ever heard, okay?

-Okay. -Chin up.

You're telling me he didn't take diazepam?!

I'm telling you it wasn't diazepam.

-It was a hallucinogen. -Excuse me?

-Acid, speed, ketamine... -I don't believe this.

How could you leave them lying around?

Excuse me?! You took the pill! I don't go taking other people's pills.

-The bottle said diazepam. -So?

So? I'm going to punch you!

-Should I tell him? -No, he'll get paranoid.

No, we have to look after him. And don't let him talk to anyone.

-Don't let him talk to anyone. -Iker!

How long have we been here?

-An hour or so. -Wait!

Iker. Iker.

-Hi, how are you? -Iker, don't touch that.

Hi, Dad. How are you?

You're late.

Hi, Dad.

Can't you even dress properly for a funeral?

That suit looks good on you.

You brought him after all?

He came with me because he's my boyfriend, Dad.

Amaia.

Amaia, my favourite niece. You never let me down, darling.

I'm so sorry, auntie.

-He was such a great guy. -Yes, he really was.

Yes.

He was indeed.

Iker.

Iker, this is my aunt Edurne.

Sorry about your death. Well, you're alive, but...

I'm so sorry. I mean, not that you're alive...

Sorry about the dead guy. So, so sorry.

-So sorry. -That's enough.

-That's enough. -So sorry.

He's very loving.

-Right. -Let's go.

-What do we do? -I don't know.

We can't leave or auntie will never talk to me again.

He's off.

Amaia, you look gorgeous.

-I'm dressed for a funeral. -Right. One thing...

-Can I get a selfie? -No, no.

Well, if you don't want to. I've heard you've got a boyfriend.

Yes, news travels fast.

-Is this him? -Yes.

You're spending the rest of your life with this guy?

Yes. Iker. Iker, let's go.

-Hello. -Hi there.

-Julio. Julio. -Careful! Careful, damn it!

Julio!

Push, damn it! Don't let go or you'll kill me.

-Careful, damn it! -Julio! Can you come help me, please?

-Daniel. -Yes?

I'd like to talk to you when you have a moment.

That's it. Let's go.

Can we talk later? I've got to greet my uncle Imanol.

Sure, no problem.

Thank you, Julio. Was it much trouble?

-How are you feeling, uncle? -Like shit.

That's what I like to hear.

Let me through. Let me through, damn it! I can't see.

-Get out of the way, damn it! Here. -Are you okay, uncle?

-Great. -Good.

Ladies and gentlemen, take your seats to start the service.

-Sorry. -Damn it!

-Damn, Héctor, you stink! -Really? You don't say!

Could it be because you left me with the wheelchair?

And then took all the credit!

Mr. President, relatives, friends,

we are gathered here today to honour the memory of our dear Eduardo.

Please!

Thank you.

To start, I'll read a passage from the Bible.

Just so you know, when you took my spot,

uncle Imanol was with me.

I had to go half a mile uphill, twice, with the wheelchair.

We almost didn't make it. That was my spot.

Touch my shoulder again and I'll drag you out by your ears.

-Are we clear? -What's wrong?

Your cousin stole my parking spot.

What do you mean? This is a funeral, for God's sake!

And he gave it to David, along with his clothes.

And as such we showed ourselves to God.

Naked, wearing nothing but our souls.

Now let's hear a few words from Eduardo's son. Daniel.

Hello, everyone, and thank you for coming.

Seeing you all here makes me realize how loved Dad was.

But I don't know if you love him more now he's dead than when he was alive,

because there's never been so many people in this room.

Enough.

My father was an extraordinary man. He was born in 1953,

in a country afflicted by post-war hardship.

However, he said he spent his childhood with his eyes half-closed,

so bright was the colour of the nature that surrounded him.

A diligent student.

He spent all his free time with his friend Chema,

speeding down the paths on their bikes, damp from the sea waves.

-Did you see? -What?

-The coffin moved. -It did not.

I swear I saw the coffin move.

-Crucial for the survival of his family. -Look!

-Look, it moved again. -Iker, please, look at me.

-At the age of 18... -Did nobody else see it? Look!

Look, the coffin is moving!

It just moved. There's someone alive in there.

What are you talking about? Nobody's alive in there.

Why are you all looking at me? Look at the coffin!

-I don't see anything. -Someone's trying to get out! He's alive!

-No! -What is he doing?

I'll free you!

No.

Let's go. Come, let's go, Mom.

Do you mind leaving a moment?

This...

Let's put him back in.

-Jesus, who is that man? -Alba, can you get my mom a tea?

-I want him to leave. -He'll be leaving.

-Please, put him back in his place, dear. -Of course.

It's okay. It's all over. There's nothing there.

-There's nothing there. -It's okay.

-All right? Look at me. Breathe. -That's it.

-What's up with this jerk? -I'm so sorry, really.

-Go back inside. -The coffin was really moving.

-What the hell are you saying?! -I'll explain later.

I could hear scratching.

Can you stop? Please?

-Are you okay? -No, I'm not.

Before you say anything, I've got the house in my head,

but I haven't called yet.

I wasn't going to talk about that, but thanks.

I'm sorry, love.

I'll kill him. I'll kill him. I'll kill him!

No, no, no, no... No! Dad, tell your gorillas to let him go.

Let him go!

-That idiot ruined the funeral. -It's not his fault.

What do you mean? Auntie Edurne is heartbroken.

I want him to leave right now, got it? I don't want to see this clown again.

Either you get rid of him or I will.

-I can't throw him out. -Why not?

-Because I'm marrying him. -Have you lost your mind?

No, that's my boyfriend. Besides, Dad, he's not like this.

He took a pill that didn't agree with him.

A pill? What kind of pill?

Well, diazepam.

He must be allergic and he's having a reaction.

-Diazepam. -Diazepam.

We'll talk later. But just so you know, he's a disgrace.

-May I? -Come in.

-How you doing, Dani? -How do you think?

Not only is Dad dead, he also got thrown on the floor.

-Honestly, poor Dad. -It's horrible.

And I'd never seen a dead body so...

So pale and so dead.

And then, the way he... The way the box opened and...

He fell out like a dead weight, like...

-Like a dead fish, you know? -All right, that's enough.

-Such a great man suddenly... -Ou course.

We're nothing.

One day you're living your life and the next you're a corpse.

-Right. -It can happen to anyone.

Look at me. I've got this rash...

-Have I showed you? -No.

-No? -Héctor, come one.

I've put up with your weirdness my whole life. Not today.

-You're showing me your ass today? -I've had it for two weeks. Look.

-It looks bad, right? -Pretty ugly.

-Is it really bad? -I'd show it to my uncle Bittor.

-Really? -He's also a doctor.

-You think he'll have a look? -Maybe he can help.

-I'll ask him. -Great.

Yes.

-Iker. -The coffin was really moving.

I saw it, but no one else did. Why?

-Iker, please. -I'm losing my mind.

-My hands are huge! -Stop it! Look at me!

-I have to tell you something. -What?

Remember the diazepam I gave you?

-Yes. -Yes, well, it wasn't diazepam.

-It wasn't... -What do you mean?

-No. -No, no, no. Listen to me.

-Do you understand what I'm saying? -No. I don't know.

-Maybe... -He's not getting it.

I like to read, paint, write...

Excuse me.

Feeling better now?

Seeing him there, at my feet...

With that look on his face, like he wanted to tell me something.

So handsome.

He looked like a movie star with all that make-up on.

His eyelashes were longer than mine.

-It was awful. -Yes, it was awful.

Excuse me, Mr. President.

Meu senhor.

Dani told me you're a doctor. I didn't know.

-Yes, I am. -Have a look.

I have this rash here. See?

I know it's gross, but I've had it two weeks

and it's so itchy, so...

Can you please cover that?

Let's go.

But... Mr. President, do you think it's fatal?

-You should see a dermatologist. -So, it's serious.

-It could be many things. -What things? That sounds even scarier.

-Leprosy, cancer, a tumour? -No, an allergy.

An allergy to seafood, or nuts...

What nuts?

I don't know, peanuts, walnuts, almonds... Nuts.

Jesus! Almonds.

Hallucinogenic?

Yes, that's why you feel like that, because it's a drug.

-Tino made it. -What did you give me?

Well, drug... It's mainly lysergic acid.

That's basically it, with some ketamine and a touch of speed to compensate.

And that's why I feel like I'm flying and I can't feel my legs,

my hands are huge and I'm seeing things?

Iker, look at me.

Calm down.

Let yourself go.

Enjoy it.

It's your fault.

-Iker. -How long does it last?

Iker, please.

-That? How should I know, Iker? -How long?!

Eight hours.

-Eight hours like this? -It's okay.

-What is it? -I'm going to throw up.

No, come back!

Come back, Iker! Iker!

Iker.

Hi, Amaia.

-Is he okay? -He's feeling sick.

God!

Shit!

Iker, come here.

Iker. Iker, open the door, please.

Iker.

Iker, please open the door. Open it!

-Is he in there? It will pass. -You're such a jerk!

Excuse me? People pay a fortune for this pill...

Shit.

Have you seen the bottle?

-For God's sake! -Fuck.

Shit, where's my watch? Oh, fuck! How long has it been?

I took the pill at...

Seven hours to go?

God damn it!

Open the door, please.

Iker. Iker, open it now!

No, I'm not coming out.

-What's wrong with him? -He's venting, Father.

-Don't worry. -Iker, please.

Time is running out.

-Don't scream. -So what if I scream?

Pain makes us do strange things.

-Right. -I wanted to talk to you, remember?

Is there somewhere quieter we could go?

Through here.

Shit!

-You're writing a novel? -Yes.

-An author like your brother? -Well...

-We're very different authors. -But he's an excellent author.

And an excellent influencer.

How can I help?

I have some pictures I'd like to show you.

-May I? -Of course.

Daniel, the truth is your father and I were very good friends

and we'd been spending a lot of time together lately.

Just a minute.

Look, here we're both in Paris.

-Where did you meet my father? -At your wedding.

At my wedding? In Playa del Carmen?

Yes, I was working at the cocktail bar and he was thirsty...

Look, this is us in Egypt.

Here we're at a costume party in Tulum. It was a Latin theme.

What kind of friendship did you have?

I mean...

How?

Because I don't know you. He never spoke of you. You could be...

But you show me these pictures and...

One minute.

You look like you're together.

So...

Look, Daniel, I understand this may come as a shock to you.

Your father wanted to tell you, but he didn't know how you'd react.

-Does Mom know? -No. And she doesn't need to find out.

You don't have to worry, I won't say anything.

-Thank you. -As long as...

I get what I'm entitled to.

-What? -Well, I think I deserve something.

Of course.

What do you want? Would you like...? What do you want?

Your father and I were lovers.

He didn't leave me anything in his will. Imagine how I feel.

Let me tell you, I feel dirty. Like a cheap whore.

Put yourself in my shoes. I think I deserve something.

-What do you want? -50 000 euros would do.

50 000 euros? Sure!

I can't give you 50 000 euros. I'm buying a house.

A house? That's not my problem. That's your problem.

Hold on.

You come here on the day of my dad's funeral,

tell me some story and show me some pictures that could be edited,

then you ask me for money?

These photos don't mean shit!

Well, I had some printed out too, so you can see them in more detail.

I don't want to, but if I have to, I'll go out there

and show everyone what your father and I used to do.

Sit down.

Rober. Hi, Nagore. Can you come here for a minute?

-Hi. -Not now, Daniel.

Yes, now.

I'll be right back, okay?

-Are you really doing this to me? -In there.

What are you doing, man? What's up?

Remember the guy you asked me if I knew?

-The short one. -The little guy, yes.

So, I spoke to him and he's shown me some pictures.

Some pictures?

Dani, please, Nagore's out there ready to be picked up.

Pictures of him with Dad, together.

-So what? -Of them travelling together.

In a party, masked.

-Masked? -And he's in dad's arms.

-In his arms? -He was fucking him!

-What the hell are you saying? -He was fucking him.

Is this a joke?

I wish.

You're telling me Dad was gay?

-That's what it looks like. -And that he cheated on Mom?

Obviously.

With him?

With him.

Jesus!

That's one thing. On to the other.

-He wants money. -Money? What money?

50 000 euros so he won't show the pictures.

-Tell him to fuck off. -I can't do that.

If we don't pay, he'll go out there,

and give Mom and everyone else a detailed account of Dad's sex life.

-I don't want details about his sex life. -Precisely.

What do we do?

Iker, please, that's enough. Try to control yourself a bit.

-No, I don't want to. I'm not coming out. -What am I going to do?

I don't want to go out. And I won't go out, period!

Can I help?

No. You can't. Thank you.

No, no, no. I'm not coming out.

-I'm not coming out. -Honey, tell me you're all right.

-Actually, no, I'm not! -So you dumped me for this guy?

I didn't dump you for anyone because you and I never had a relationship.

Amaia.

-Amaia. -What?

Do you know you're the love of my life?

Look, Julio, I've got a lot going on right now.

I can't deal with your bullshit, so, please, just go.

Go! Go! Go!

What do you mean I should pay him?

Mom won't be able to deal with this.

You want her to have a heart attack? Pay him and problem solved.

No, what do you mean I should pay?

Daniel, you've been living off Mom and Dad for years.

My ass! I did not live off them, I took care of them.

And now you want me to pay for the funeral and this?

-It's only fair. -Fair my ass!

You must have saved some money, no?

To buy a house. Not to pay this guy. I'm not going to do this to Ana!

It's your only option. You've got no choice, man.

You've got no what? I'll give you another option.

-I'll give you another. -Hold on.

What if he's playing us?

How do you know that this piece of shit is not lying?

Fuck!

What a waste of time! Why did I even come?

I got dressed up and everything.

How can she like that idiot more than me?

-Impossible. -Of course! How can she like that guy?

No, I'm talking about my rash. Is this also red?

-Try it. I think it has almonds in it. -So what?

Mr. President said that I'm allergic to them.

-Then don't eat it. -Be a good friend and try it.

-I don't want to. -I'm asking you. So try it.

I don't want it, damn it!

-Jesus! -But...

Did you see a bottle?

-A bottle of what? -Diazepam.

Diazepam? No.

-Sure? -Yes.

-Damn it! -Did you try the cake?

-No? -Don't bother me with the cake, man!

I don't think they'll be long now

Did you see how pink his lips were?

So handsome.

So delicate.

He looked different, don't you think?

Sir.

-Let's go inside. -I'll be right there.

-Mr. President, I want to tell... -Not now.

How are you?

Losing a husband must be awful.

I mean, you're still... young, no?

Well, relatively speaking. I mean, you're mature, but young.

I mean, you're a woman...

You're mature and young.

Are you thinking of marrying again?

No, of course not. It's still too early.

What is in this cake? Almonds?

Is...?

Is this...?

I don't know if it has almonds.

I don't know if I'll marry again.

What I know is that your rash looks really bad.

Really? I have...?

Yes, it's a shame that it did not get to your tongue.

Love. Love.

What's happening?

I'm sorry, but there is a serious money problem.

-What? -I can't tell you now.

Why not? Are we going to lose the house?

-I don't know. -Daniel.

What do you mean, you don't know?

Good afternoon.

So you're the blackmailing asshole.

What are you doing with my novel?

Well, it was over there.

But who gave you permission to read it?

If you don't want me to read it, put it away.

-This is my office. -Can we get to the point?

Good idea.

I'll write you a check and that's it.

But you have to delete the photos and forget us.

How can we be sure he deletes them?

I can sign an NDA.

It's your first attempt, right?

The novel. Is it your first?

No.

-Why? -No reason.

I tried to write one once, but I wasn't very good either.

I think it's a gift. You either have it...

or you don't.

It must be hard for you trying to compete with your brother.

By the way, your last novel... Amazing!

-Did you like it? -I saw the ad in Times Square.

-You did? -Yes.

-Very impressive. -Fuck this!

What are you doing, Daniel?

I'm not giving a penny to this asshole.

Daniel, don't be ridiculous.

He comes here, to Dad's funeral, and blackmails us.

And then he criticizes my novel. Who does he think he is?

The one with the photos, Dani.

So let him show them.

That's what he wants, so let him show them.

-Daniel... -He read my novel!

Well, gentlemen.

Wait, wait, wait.

Rober, get out of my way, please.

-Let's talk calmly. -There is nothing to talk. Out of my way.

-Sit a moment. -Get out of my way, Rober!

Hey. Hey.

Hey.

Hey. Hey.

Keep still. Don't move. Daniel, help me.

-What are you doing? -Get me some rope!

Where?

There, on the curtain.

Stop moving, stop moving!

-God damn it! -Daniel! Daniel, fuck!

Daniel!

-Here. -Give them to me. Hold his legs.

Hold his legs. Listen to me.

-Listen, listen. -Rober, what are we doing?

This is crazy!

-This isn't going to end well. -Shut up.

Do you know if...?

Close it.

-Close the door, Héctor. The door. -What's going on? Who's that?

He was having some kind of fit.

-Really? -Convulsions, lots of them.

See? He's like... Shit!

We're trying to calm him down.

I found diazepam. Maybe it helps.

-Give it to him. -Yes?

-How many? -A handful.

A handful?

Wait, wait.

Let's see.

Have you seen a bottle of...? Shit!

-Fuck! -Close the door.

Héctor, I told you to close the door.

-I did. -I said lock it.

-No, you didn't. -Yes, I did.

-Hey, what's going on? -He's having a fit!

Why's he tied up?

Why's he blackmailing you?

-It doesn't matter. -Why?

It's personal, okay?

-What's going on? -Trust us, he's not a good person.

-So, what now, Dani? -Yeah, what now, Rober?

-I don't know. You should have paid. -I couldn't.

We can't keep him like this forever.

-What about a tranquilizer? -We already gave him some.

-Excuse me? -I found diazepam in the garden.

-Jesus! -What's wrong?

What have you done?

It was to calm him down, so he'll keep still. Fuck!

Come here.

What is it?

-These are not tranquilizers. -No?

-So what are they? -This is a mixture...

of hallucinogenic substances.

Iker took one by mistake and that's why he's acting that way.

-Why have you got hallucinogens? -They're for a friend.

Amaia's boyfriend made that huge scene because he took one of these?

-Yes. -Just one?

Yes.

-How many did you give him? -Four, seven...

-Jesus Christ! -Don't blame me!

I was trying to help! I found these pills, saw him

and I thought the pills would help, no?

Jesus! Poor man.

-Let's call an ambulance. -No, no ambulances.

I'll get in trouble.

No, if they come, they'll know we gave him an overdose.

-Then what? Is he going to die? -No.

I don't think so.

I don't want to die.

Rober?

-Shit. -Shit, this is...

We'll be right out, Mom.

-We have to go. -You stay and watch him.

-What? -Make sure he doesn't escape.

-But, Dani...! -And close the door when...

When we leave. Lock it. Hear me?

-Yes, yes. -All right. Come.

I'm glad you're spending time together, but Father wants to talk to you.

Yes, if we don't start soon, I'm going to have to leave.

Of course. Do you think you can give us five minutes?

-Your father's not the only one who died. -Yes, I know. Five minutes.

A liqueur? Yes, let's get a liqueur.

Holy shit!

-Nagore. -What? She's on her break.

Get out of here, will you?

This is funeral, you know? I don't think it's...

Go on.

All this is because of your pride.

Why do you care what that guy says about your novel?

Of course I care. And don't blame me!

-Who attacked him and tied him up? -I did it to protect Mom.

So she won't know. Someone has to take care of her, no?

Like I have, since you ran off to play celebrities.

I'm a literary star, sorry if it bothers you.

And when are you going to publish a novel?

-When I choose to. -You won't even let anyone read it.

- Of course not. -What's wrong?

Are you waiting to die and be published posthumously?

Listen, I'd rather do that than write the rubbish you write.

-At least people read me, kid. -Yes, but you've got no money.

-You're an ass. You don't even realize it. -What are you doing?

-Daniel, have you gone mad? -Don't you see you're an ass?

-What's your problem, man? -What are you doing?

-Enough! Both of you. -Go fuck yourself, man.

-Shut the fuck up! -Talk normally.

-Why are you behaving like...? Enough! -Damn it!

You're behaving like kids at your dad's funeral.

What's wrong, love? Is it about the money?

What you told me before.

-Yes. Yes, but it's not just that. -No? Well, tell me so I'll understand.

Tell her, Daniel.

Tell me what?

Remember the short guy I pointed out?

Well, he and Dad...

-They were hooking up. -What do you mean?

I mean hooking up...

Hooking up.

Your dad and that little guy?

My dad and that little guy.

And now he's blackmailing us, asking for 50 000 euros

so he won't go and show everyone photos of the two of them...

doing things.

What things?

Sex.

-Your dad was a bender? -My dad was Basque.

No, I mean homosexual, queer, gay?

Yes, gay.

Apparently, quite gay.

Shitty coffee! Damn it.

What's up with you?

-Why the long face? -No reason. Women.

Women. Let me tell you something about women.

Women love trouble. So it's best to forget about them.

They think we love them and need them and that without them we're nothing.

No! It's the opposite. We're nothing with them.

They take away our youth. They take away our money.

They take away our freedom.

Look at the statistics. We kick the bucket before them.

One widower for every three widows.

I need to take a dump.

God damn it!

I can't hold it! I'm going to shit myself.

God damn it!

There used to be a bathroom here!

I can't hold it!

Amaia. Amaia.

Over here.

What now, Julio?

I've... I've been thinking and...

-You're not like the rest. -Don't start this again, please.

I imagined myself married and having kids with you.

And then grandkids and a dog.

I don't know, grow old together.

But it was just one night! One stupid night.

The best one of my life.

That night I could have hooked up with the first scarecrow I laid eyes on!

It happened to be you. So, I'm sorry.

What does your boyfriend have that I don't?

I don't know. He's intelligent and he's...

He's handsome, responsible, affectionate.

-He's normal, all the normal things. -All right, but besides that?

I'm this close to beating the crap out of you.

-I'm beating the crap out of you. -Maybe now's not the time. All right.

-Why would you give him five pills? -Well, it's not my fault.

Even if it was diazepam, you can't give someone five pills, idiot!

Well...

-Anyone there? -Yes.

Open up, I need the bathroom!

It's occupied.

Open up!

-Why don't you go upstairs? -How do you want me to go upstairs?

I can't go in a wheelchair, you moron! Open up!

-Let's put him behind the couch. -Just a second!

-Open the door! -I can't find the key.

Open up, damn it!

Open up!

-Jesus! -Let me help you.

Help me, help me.

-I can't hold it! -Let's go.

-Please hurry! -All right.

-Hurry up. -I'll help you. Hold on.

-How do we do this? Grab me. -I've got you.

-Shit. -Wait. Be careful!

Be careful, you bastard!

-A ton. -Carry me.

Can you do it?

-I'll help you. -What are you doing?

-Looking for the toilet seat. Wait. -I'm going to shit myself!

-There you go. -Close the door.

There you go. All right.

-All right. -Pull down my pants.

No, you do that.

-I can't, I'm disabled! -Please.

-Pull down my pants now! -Okay.

-And my boxers. -Okay.

-I can't hold it. My boxers as well. -All right. Sit down.

-Is the seat there? -Yes.

-Are you sure? -Yes, sit down.

-Oh my God! -That's better.

Disgusting!

-What's wrong? -I've got to clean all this shit.

-Jesus! -Damn it! What is it?

-You've got... -What?

On your face.

-Fuck, that's disgusting! -Wipe it off!

-Please. -Disgusting!

-All gone? -No, you've got...

Wipe yourself. But there's still some...

On your mouth.

It's going to be a shitshow if we get caught with him.

Shit!

Fuck!

-Touch him. -You touch him.

-They were your pills! -Sure.

-But you gave them to him. -But you're...

-Well... -Let's go.

Let's try to wake him up.

Are you all right, sir?

Hello.

Shit, he doesn't seem to be breathing.

-What? -No, no. He has to breath. Wait.

-Shit. -What is it?

No, he's dead.

Dead?

We're going to have to give our money to that guy?

Yes, but your husband doesn't want to. Because he criticized his shitty novel.

What would you know about my novel?

-Honey, please. -No one knows.

-Can you two stop, please? -But...

What? Why are you laughing?

-Can you come to the study? -We'll go right away.

I'm afraid it can't wait.

I'll be right back.

Yes, don't worry.

What's wrong?

Shit.

-Coming! Yes! -It's Héctor

-Héctor. -I'm coming!

Come in, quick.

-Close the door. -What happened?

-Call an ambulance. -There's no point.

-Why not? -He's dead.

He's dead?

Yes, Dani, dead. Dead as a dodo.

-What did you do? -We didn't do anything.

-No? -He hit his head on the table.

-On the table? -Yes, on the corner. He hit the corner.

-The corner? -The corner with the head.

-Exactly. -We've killed him.

-This can't be happening. -But it is.

What now?

-I have to go, okay? -You're not going anywhere.

What would this be considered?

-Murder? -See?

It's not suicide. Manslaughter?

-It was an accident. We didn't... -Right, an accident.

The cops arrive and find the body full of hallucinogenic drugs,

his head cut open and signs of a struggle

and they'll say it's an accident. -I can't go to jail.

Do you know what they do to guys like me in jail?

-With that rash, you'll be fine. -Well...

-You've got a nasty ass. -Stop it, that's enough. Please.

Look, no one here knows this guy. I'm sure no one's noticed him.

-He's three feet tall, please! -Listen. It's fine. It's fine.

We'll get rid of him. As if he left without saying goodbye.

Get rid of him? You know how to get rid of a body?

-Yes. -You do? Dani, do you know?

We just grab him and throw him in the trash?

Did you notice the size of uncle Eduardo's coffin?

Yes, I noticed.

Are you suggesting we put him in Dad's coffin?

-Your dad won't know. -No, but I will.

Wait, Dani. Think about it for a moment.

You have to admit it makes sense.

Listen, the coffin's there.

We put him inside with Dad and in a while they'll be buried...

End of story.

Unless you have a better idea.

It's because I sleep with my mouth open, isn't it?

You are really annoying.

It's my adenoids, but if you want me to, I'll operate.

Julio, it's not that I don't like you. I can't stand you. Get it?

Okay, I know. I forgot to cut my toenails that day.

I don't know why I took my socks off, but next time...

What next time? There'll be no next time!

-An open relationship? -Honestly, I can't believe this.

All right, just one thing and I'll leave forever.

-What? -A selfie?

-A selfie? -So I can remember you.

One selfie and you leave. One!

Done? What are you doing?

Iker. Iker, honey. What are you doing there?

Iker, please. Put your clothes on and go back inside.

-I saw you kiss him. -No, no, I wasn't kissing him.

-Don't lie! -No! It was him!

Please, get dressed. We're at a funeral.

I'm going to jump!

-No, no, no! Don't be stupid. -I swear I'm jumping!

No, look at me. Look at me. Remember you're on drugs.

Plea... What are you doing? I'm going to kick your ass.

Iker, please, look at me. Look at me, please. Don't look down.

No, I'm going to jump!

Iker. Iker.

I'm going to jump!

I want to jump!

Impossible. We can't do that.

Héctor. Héctor, you there?

Héctor, open up.

-Yes? -No!

The bathroom. We'll put him in the bathroom.

Just a moment.

Coming!

-What are you doing? -Close the door!

-What's uncle Imanol doing in there? -I forgot.

How could you forget him? What's wrong with you?

-Open the door, already! -Wait.

Get out of the way!

-Hey, man. Where's Héctor? -Héctor?

-Here. -You won't believe this.

Iker's gone completely insane.

What's going on?

Anyway, he's naked on the roof threatening to jump!

-He saw me kissing Amaia and... -Unbelievable!

-I have to go. -Where?

If he dies, I'm done for! Out of my way.

No, no, no.

-Wait here. -What are you doing?

-No, Dani. Dani! -Daniel. Daniel. Fuck!

-How did it go? -Good.

-And? -We found a way to...

get rid of him? -Get rid of him?

Yes.

Make sure there's no one coming.

Iker, please! Please! Look at me!

I don't want to. I want to jump! I'm going to jump!

-I'm going to jump! -No, no, no. Listen to me.

Iker. Iker.

Iker, please, listen.

I'm not listening to you!

-Iker, let's go inside and talk. -No!

Amaia, what the hell are you doing?!

Amaia!

Amaia, please come down.

All clear! Go, go, go.

Come on, now.

-Make sure no one comes. -Okay.

Father!

It's so good...

It's so good to see you, Father. So good to see you.

-What is it? Do you need something? -Yes.

-I need God. -Everyone needs God.

Yes, but...

I want to confess.

-Now? -Yes, now. I can't wait.

Forgive me, Dad.

I'm not sure God will forgive me.

God forgives everyone, but this isn't the place.

Yes, but I'm in a hurry, Father.

We can't leave him like that.

Well...

Who knows? Maybe Dad would want to spend the rest of eternity like that.

You know...

You don't take anything seriously.

Come on.

-I have existential doubts. -Right.

Why not speak to Him first and then come find me?

It has to be you. You're His representative on Earth.

You understand these things.

Why did you say I don't take anything seriously?

Because it's funny to make a joke out of everything,

but some decisions we make affect others.

It's great to go to the other side of the world,

but perhaps looking out for your family wouldn't be so bad.

And if you're the favourite son, maybe you can call Mom once in a while.

And if you have to pay for half a funeral, don't spend a fortune on a flight.

In general...

it's nice to think about others once in a while.

Okay.

There's a troubled man out there who needs me more than you.

But, Father... I don't want to lose my faith and I have many doubts.

So, I was wondering...

If the Virgin Mary is a virgin and the Holy Spirit is a dove, right?

Does that mean that Mary is the Virgin of the dove?

Iker. Iker, this is very dangerous.

-I saw you. -You saw what?

-I saw you with him! -I wasn't with him!

He had his tongue down your throat!

-What? -Yes! You kissed him

because I'm not good enough for your father or for you.

-Iker... -Or rich enough.

Or cool enough! Nothing!

Iker. Iker, my love.

Stop talking nonsense and come down with me, please.

No, you get down. I'm going to jump.

-No, you're not. -Why not?

Because I'm pregnant!

Jesus.

-Damn it! -He got you pregnant in five minutes?

No.

You and I are going to have a baby.

-What? -Yes.

I don't want to have it alone.

I need you.

Yes? Yes, my love?

-Yes? -Yes.

We're going to have a son!

Or a daughter.

This is all I needed.

-What was that? -I don't know.

-You want to go see? -Of course.

Go on then, go have a look. That's right, that way. Go see.

Go see.

Iker came down from the roof.

And the little guy? Has he gone?

-In a way, yes. -Yes.

We won't see him again.

-That's great! -Yes, it's a relief.

Amaia!

Iker, calm down. It's okay. Take this. Yes?

Open the door, please, Amaia.

Wait.

Thank God you're okay.

And what were you thinking, you idiot? Get out and leave my daughter alone.

-Dad. -Stay out of this.

No, you stay out of this.

Amaia, you don't have to get married because you're pregnant. We can fix it.

I'm marrying him because I love him.

We're going to have a son or daughter.

You can't marry him.

Yes, I can. It's my life and I decide what to do.

And one more thing, Dad. Either you change your attitude,

or you'll become a bitter old man who's not allowed to see his grandchild.

Dad?

Dad...

Boys, we have to start now.

It's late and Father has to get going.

So, let's start. Have you seen uncle Imanol?

In there.

-We'll get him. -Thank you, boys.

No, I don't want a pill.

-I've lost them. Where are they? -Jesus.

-Uncle. -Yes. Yes.

-God! -Where the hell were you?

-There was a big mess outside. -What were you doing with that dead guy?

What dead guy?

-The dead guy. -You must have been dreaming.

I wasn't dreaming, I saw him!

Did you hear?

She's having a baby.

-If I'd known, I wouldn't have come. -Weren't you in love?

-In love, yes, but I'm not an idiot. -Right.

-How's your ass? -I don't care about my ass.

What worries me now is uncle Imanol's shit that got on me.

That's...

Selfie?

Later then.

He was dead. Why won't you listen to me?

-He was stiff! -Whatever you say, uncle Imanol.

We all saw it.

It's so exciting, right?

Exciting?

-I think nightmare is a better word. -No, I mean about Amaia and Iker.

Even though we're at a funeral, it was really beautiful.

-If you put it like that. -Right.

-Regarding the house, I don't know... -It's okay, sweetie. We'll sort it out.

Sorry, Daniel, but it's very late. We have to start.

Let's go.

Open coffin so people can say goodbye?

-No! No. -No. Go on, love.

Pease take a seat. We're about to start.

Quick, quick! We're running out of time.

Hurry up, please.

No.

I'd like to apologize on behalf of the family

for everything that's happened.

I hope you're all okay. Let's start.

Daniel, Eduardo's son, is going to say a few words.

Dani, go on. Quickly, please.

My father was an extraordinary man.

He was born in 1953, in a country...

What's going on? There's someone in there.

I knew it!

-Look, the dead guy! -He's alive.

Who's this? What is he doing here?

-No, Eduardo! -You said he was dead!

-He's not dead. -Let go of my dad!

-No, Eduardo! -Let go of him!

You degenerate!

No, Eduardo, no! My love!

-I won't let go. -Why not.

Bastard!

-Bastard! -Calm down, Mom.

-Eduardo! Bastard! -What are you doing?

-I'm going to kill you! -Edurne, get up, please!

Aunt Edurne, no!

Stop!

No, stay still!

Stay still!

I'm going to kill you! You've ruined my life.

My Dad...

was an extraordinary man.

He sure was extraordinary.

Maybe he wasn't perfect.

Maybe he liked to do things...

that are hard to digest.

But he was a good man and he loved us.

I just want to give him a dignified send-off.

Is that too much to ask for?

Today, I've seen a side of my dad I didn't know about.

It's not easy seeing your father dressed up like that.

It's not.

But today, I also saw him smiling and happy.

At peace with who he really was.

And I realized that... Aren't we all dressed up in some way?

Maybe without fruit on our head, but in dark suits.

We dress up as people who are secure and normal,

but can we say we're at peace with who we are like he was? I can't.

But his example inspires me to try.

"Do what makes you happy", he said, "but do it today."

"No one knows how long they've got."

"Forge your own path." A father is like your guide at first, no?

Then, he's the generous teacher who lets go of your hand

and encourages you to walk alone.

He always encouraged me.

Always.

Today, when you leave here,

I'd like you to remember my father as what he meant to each one of you.

A colleague, a friend...

a husband and a father.

A kind and caring man,

who never judged others for how they lived their lives.

I truly believe that if we practised a bit more of my dad's generosity,

the world would be a better place.

Bye, Dad.

How's Mom?

She'll survive.

Looking on the bright side,

at least now she knows why they hadn't slept together in 10 years.

I'm going to take her with me to New York for a while.

To give you and Ana some rest.

You can buy...

that house, if you like.

Your speech was really good.

Beautiful, really.

You impressed us all.

Thank you.

Listen, maybe you could read my novel and give me your opinion.

-If you want. -Of course, man! I'd love to.

I'm exhausted.

Uncle Imanol won't shut up about a dead guy in the bathroom.

I told him to stay the night.

-There's no problem, right? -Of course not.

But do you think he'll sleep?

Yes, I gave him two diazepam I found on the couch and put him to bed.

Someone turn off the light! I want to go to sleep, damn it!

THE END

Cut! That's great!

Great! That's a wrap, guys.

Hang on, Manuel. We still haven't finished.

What do you mean, Yolanda?

We forgot about the brands.

-What brands? -The product.

Jesus, you're right. I'll give you a minute.

-Once round. -I don't get it.

You've got 60 seconds. Once round the clock.

But please, make sure it's subtle and elegant.

It will be subtle.

Darling, are you crazy?

What do you want?

Dad always wanted a ride in a Porsche, now he's had one.

-But this is a sports car. -A bit over the top, no?

But it's an electric Macan.

The coffin's safe, it's environmentally friendly...

Dad was good at recycling.

Cut, cut! Yolanda, didn't I say subtle?

-Yes. -And this is subtle to you?

I can't take this anymore!