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Someone's in here.

Damn, someone's in here!

What are people like, dude.

Want a bit?

Idiot.

FURY

-Why are you so gorgeous? -You're gorgeous.

Àlex! Àlex!

If you want MDMA, ask me.

-Don't score out there, okay? -Okay. I'm a big girl.

What are you doing, jerk?

-Are you thick or what? -Don't push me!

Adrián, what are you doing?

Cut it out, man.

Can't you see we're leaving?

They're pushing me, dude. Chill, okay?

I'm a jerk for hanging out with this fucking lot.

No, man! Stop it, now! That's it, okay?

-Adrián, what happened? -Dunno. They started it, Álex. I dunno.

-Motherfuckers, they were staring. -At what?

At the girls.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

-Let's move. -Fucking hell.

Yeah, you're gonna remember me.

-Stop it, dude. -He's just doing his job.

Holy fuck, man.

-You macho men are always the same. -Cut it out, Álex. That's enough.

Give me a light, come on.

Get the fuck off!

-Hey, Samir. -What?

Is David okay?

His nose is bleeding a bit, but he's fine.

Gotta light?

How about a kiss here?

Idiot. Piss off. You're disgusting.

Let's keep the party going at my place, right?

Hey! Watch out!

Happy New Year, girl! Bye!

Adrián, come on, man.

Happy New Year to you, too.

-This wasn't the plan, huh? -How so?

-Why? -Hey, get your hands off my sis,

I'm watching you, dog!

Shut it, you are adopted.

Adrián, you bastard.

You're a fucking crap DJ.

Bye, ciao.

I wouldn't put up with it. Hiya.

-Who's this guy? -No fucking idea.

Gotta tampon?

Yeah, in the bathroom. Go for it.

The one at the end of the hall.

I'm getting married, girl.

Álex, the flashlight is on.

On your phone.

Going down.

Alexandra?

Did you just get in?

Yeah, just now.

I thought you were staying at Samir's.

Are you going to shower?

Yes, Mum.

-Are you okay? -Yeah, don't worry.

Mum, are you all right?

-Yes, I'm fine. -Okay.

I was totally freaking out.

Okay? Hope you're okay. Love you.

Okay, Álex. Next time say goodbye when you leave,

I was totally freaking out.

Okay? That's all. Hope you're all right. Love you.

Why are you out here?

I'm smoking. What about you?

I didn't wanna take the car.

Lucky you left.

The police came and threw us out.

I swear the fucking cops threw us out.

But I mean, it's normal.

I was checking out the flat

and the whole fucking hood was there. Weren't you freaking?

What a great night! I had a brilliant time. What about you?

Álex, did you have fun?

Wow, Àlex! Know what happened?

I was right there, in the living room

and, suddenly, do you know who I bumped into?

I bumped into Sandra Crespo.

Remember her? From primary school.

Insane. We ran into each other

and got chatting. Anyway, she dissed me.

Weren't you staying at Samir's?

Changed my mind.

What's up?

Nothing.

Alejandra... What's up?

Nothing.

Cheer up, girl!

It's New Year's Eve!

-Happy New Year, girl! -Cut it out, you stink.

They kicked us out of the fucking disco. What a laugh, dude.

Shut it, Mum is sleeping.

I'm hungry.

Mind if I watch?

Of course you can. Like when you were little.

Off we go.

One, two...

It's so heavy.

It stinks.

Yeah, this knife doesn't cut much.

-Now you try it. -Grab it by the leg.

Don't cut yourself, huh?

Perfect.

Almost better than Pilar.

Rubbish.

Watch it or you'll be out of here.

Right there.

She can winch it up.

-Me? -Come on.

Come over here.

-With this handle? -Yeah, turn it.

Go on. Put your back in it.

Like you mean it.

It's not that heavy. Come on.

Come on.

Harder.

Okay.

Do it over there.

You get used to the smell.

Just like your mother.

She doesn't come to help because she can't stand the smell.

Are you okay?

-Yeah. -Sure?

-Want some water? -No, I'm fine.

-Shall I cut it? -Go ahead.

-Stinks, huh? -Yeah, it really stinks.

-I'm not sure we can eat this. -Why not?

When they're on heat,

the male's meat tastes awful.

-Who caught it? -This one?

The boss.

Only Uncle used to hunt.

-He'd be proud of you. -I'm not so sure.

Every year we go hunting around this time.

If you want to come next year...

-To watch or to shoot? -You can shoot. She has to learn.

Go on, cut off his balls.

Use elbow grease, that's the tail.

-Right, if we cut that bit there... -Watch your hand.

-Go on, winch it. -Up, up.

Up, up, up.

Get the bucket closer.

Perfect.

All done.

Okay yesterday with Auntie?

We came back alive, that’s something.

If the theatre doesn't work out, I'll send my CV to the abattoir.

-Right, Auntie? -Alejandra...

Your mum tells me you're not doing badly.

I wanna see you in a TV commercial looking pretty.

If I don't get selected in a casting, forget it.

Sure you will. You'll see.

What about you, big man? Now you can skin a boar.

-As many as you want. -Damm.

-Bullshit. -"Bullshit".

Do you want a chicken drumstick?

Spend more time with Mum.

And tell her what?

Maybe she'll tell you what she wants for Christmas.

No, you decide that, I pay for it.

By the way, Dad called. He wants us to go visit.

If Mum has no plans.

New Years Eve in Barcelona.

-Do you want MDMA? -Dunno.

Thank you.

-Save that for her, she likes it. -Nice and crisp.

-What's here? -I'm tired.

Auntie, what about me?

Thanks.

You're welcome.

What's that?

Your aunt won a pig in the raffle.

A pig? What do you mean?

Well, a piglet.

It doesn't weigh 200kg, it's a piglet.

I won it.

A little pig.

A garrí. A piglet.

-I don't believe you. -You're city kids.

You don't have a pig back there.

-Let's see. -What are you doing?

Don't open it, Adrián!

Don't open it. You moron!

Adrián. Adrián, no.

It's so cute!

Hang on, hang on!

-Okay, alright! -What do we do?

It's here.

-Grab it! -The grill!

It's there, Àlex! It's there!

Here I go!

I got it!

-I got it! -Grab its back!

It's so cute!

-The idea is to eat it. -Look out! It's gonna eat you!

Alexandra?

I'll be right out.

Do you want me to cut your hair or not?

-Wait a sec. -Ok, don't be long.

Describe the pain.

Is it just annoying? Do you have other symptoms?

-Menstrual secretions? -No. No.

All right.

Okay. We'll take a quick look.

Slide down towards me.

-Like this? -A little bit more.

That's it. Fine.

I'm a bit worried that...

I didn't use protection.

Right.

Make a doctor's appointment for an STD test.

You can do that at the desk.

This might hurt a little.

Don't move.

It's just a second.

-You're Alexandra, right? -Yes.

Was the sex consensual?

Sorry?

You have a vaginal tear.

Did you have non-consensual sex?

No.

No, no.

All right. Could you wait a minute?

-Can I get dressed? -Yes.

Your short hair turns me on.

Turn on the light.

Turn on the light, please.

The light...

What's up?

Relax.

-Okay. -What's up?

Relax, relax.

How did that game go?

Tell me things you see here.

Relax.

Relax.

Relax. Tell me something you see.

Eyes.

Something else.

-Lamp. -Okay.

Something else.

That's it.

And one to make me happy. Please.

Hand.

"Consider the crime you are taking on.

Consider the crime you are taking on.

At your knees we implore you.

Medea: do not murder your children.

No, you cannot...

when your children fall begging, wet your hand in their blood.

You cannot...

I am ruined.

I have lost the pleasure of life.

I long to die, friend."

How's it going?

So-so.

-When's the casting? -Not for a while.

Let's see. Can I read it?

Crap, intense, isn't it? What is it?

Medea.

Killed her kids as revenge, Greek myth.

To revenge what?

Her husband.

Crap. A nutter like you, you'll nail it.

A loser. It's a supporting role.

-No, you're a wuss, that's different. -Yeah, right.

Want help with your lines?

All right then.

You play Medea.

-"It is intolerable, friends." -Okay.

"It is intolerable to become a laughing stock to my enemies.

May no one consider me cowardly, weak or meek.

I wish to help you and uphold the laws,

do not do this.

There is no other way.

You dare to slay your children?

You will be the wretchedest woman alive.

Consider your crime.

I understand why you say this. You have not suffered abuse as I have."

Adrián, here's the thing, I...

What?

No...

I was attacked on New Years Eve.

Attacked?

At Julia's.

I don't know, someone...

pushed me to the floor and...

dragged me into a room and...

And what? What else?

And...

You know.

Álex.

Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?

I'm fine. It's all right.

Hang on...

So he groped you?

He just groped you?

-Fucking hell. -Àlex...

I need you to be more specific.

Did he just grope you?

Or did he rape you?

Who was it?

I don't know.

What do you mean?

I didn't see him, I don't remember...

You don't remember who it was?

-I don't remember a thing. -You were out of it.

Really out of it, dude.

Really out of it.

Bloody hell.

You were really out of it.

It was what I said to you.

If you want MDMA, ask me for it.

Don't ask some random jerk you meet on the street,

but you always do your own thing. Same as always.

Why didn't you tell me?

Back at the flat?

I would have grabbed his head

and smashed it against... Fuck you!

I've got this, I've got this.

Careful, don't cut yourself.

Where are you?

Álex, where's the bouquet?

-Álex? -I'm on my way to the stage.

I'm on it.

-Víctor. Take this. -Okay.

Thanks.

Back from work or a rave?

They changed my shift.

I think you should go to the cops.

-I'm not going. -I can go with you.

Look, a mate of mine is a cop.

The other day when I met him

-he said it was fine if... -Talking about what?

Hey, you're not listening to me.

Take it easy.

He said we could meet and talk on a street café.

I said don't tell anyone.

I didn't tell anyone. Calm down.

-Did you tell Samir? -No.

-Why not? -Just because.

Don't say a word.

Oh, my...

My god, Álex.

You know we could find him, right?

Then everything will be fine, huh?

Know what I could do with?

Valium.

Mum hardly has any left.

I don't have Valium, but I can give you some joints.

Just what I needed, stoned for life.

Are you sleeping all right?

Are you getting some rest?

I'm sleeping like shit, dude.

Where are you off to?

-I'm gonna hang out. -Who with?

-Álex, please be careful. -Sure.

Today is Julia Font's birthday,

my bestie.

We're getting older, bitch.

This song is for you.

For she's a jolly good fellow

A jolly good fellow

For she's a jolly good fellow

And so say all of us

And so say all of us...

Shall we get going? Shall we go?

The mic doesn't work. It's switched off.

-Come on. -Why?

-They wanna close. -I don't wanna go.

One shot for these gorgeous ladies.

Àlex, hey.

Check it out, he's a babe.

-Sorry. -Sorry, huh?

-Sourpuss, it's her birthday. -Knock it off.

-What's up? -Nothing.

I'm feeling fucking great!

-The taxi's on its way. -Forget that,

I'm gonna walk home, fuck it.

Bloody hell, dude.

I don't have AIDS or anything.

Fucking hell...

Álex!

Let me see.

I'll fetch the motorbike. Wait here, I'll be right back.

Everyone's clueless here.

Álex, come on, let's go.

Hey, look at me.

Not to your place.

Come on, stay awake.

Come on.

Don't fall asleep on the motorbike or we're done for.

Where's Julia?

Did she go already?

How are you feeling?

I'm looking for an Ibuprofen but...

Can't find a thing.

This is a total mess.

Álex.

Julia called me really late.

Are you all right?

What's wrong with you?

What's going on, Àlex?

I fell over because I was drunk, that's all.

Want me to go to the casting?

I'm off, okay?

Okay, all done.

-Take a shower. -Right.

-Thanks, Mum. -You're welcome.

Yay!

I bit my lip.

How embarrassing. Put that away.

They look hideous.

He only comes for a haircut.

Don't be mean.

-Crap, look, Monopoly. -That was mine.

-Then I'll keep Risk. -Sure.

Hey, watch what you throw out, you're rushing. Chill.

Álex.

-Take it easy. -Please don't touch me.

Sorry.

But that's mine.

Take whatever you want. I wanna dump all this crap.

Like nothing happened, huh?

What can I say?

That I want a lorry to run over him?

-Yeah. -No.

Álex, why did you tell me?

Dunno.

Want help with the casting?

No, I know my lines.

Do you? Sure?

I'm off, I'll get hairs all over the bloody place.

Everything okay, sweetie?

-Yeah. -It's been ages since we chatted.

I've nothing to tell.

Mum.

Mum.

Noemí?

"You dare to stab the sons you bore?

Consider the crime you are taking on.

Do not murder your children.

Where will you find the courage for such a terrible deed?

You cannot, when your children fall begging,

wet your hand in their blood."

Perfect. That's fine.

-Okay, thank you. -Thank you very much.

-Alexandra? -Yes.

Whenever you want.

Okay, so I'm Alexandra.

I'm 28, I studied acting...

It's fine, we have all that info in your file.

The monologue, please.

"You dare to stab the sons you bore?

You will be the wretchedest of all women alive.

Consider the crime you are taking on.

At your knees, we implore you, Medea.

Do not murder your children.

Where will you find the courage for such a terrible deed?

You cannot,

when your children fall begging,

wet your hand in their blood with an iron-willed heart.

Such is the trap and the fate of her death, poor woman.

She will not escape it."

Good. What monologue do you have for us?

The Medea one.

This audition is for the chorus.

I know.

But I liked it and learnt it by heart.

-But why did she learn that? -Let her do it.

Shall I do it or not?

Go ahead.

"Without truly understanding the other's soul,

they hate them though they do nothing wrong."

Sorry.

I'll do it my own way, okay?

"Without truly understanding the other's soul,

they hate them though they do nothing wrong.

Yet for me,

this blow has been unexpected,

destroying my soul.

I'm lost, okay?

How I wish I were dead! I want to die, friends!

Of all living creatures who have a mind,

we women are by far the most wretched.

They say that we live safe and comfortable lives at home.

While they risk their lives fighting with spears, their dicks.

You bastard! Scumbag!

I would stand in battles three times over

than give birth once.

For a woman is full of fear, isn't she?

And a coward in deeds of valour and the sword.

But when she is wronged in her marriage...

When she is wronged in her marriage...

there is no heart more bloodthirsty."

Don't be scared.

I knew you'd like it.

Want some wine?

Okay.

It's like when I was a kid.

My mum's house, I mean.

-No wine glasses. -Thanks.

What's your mum's living room like?

Well, if the couch is there,

the table is sort of over there,

and the TV where it is. But a bit further back.

Set it up.

Move whatever you want.

-No. -Go on, do it.

And where does your dad sit?

I don't remember.

At the head of the table, I think.

Like all of them.

Sit in his place, you'll see what it feels like.

How do you feel as head of the family?

Have you played a mother a lot?

Too many times, that's why I do this.

To put myself in my mum's place, to remember.

What role impressed you most?

Medea.

Look,

each mother is unique, but Medea stays with you,

it stays in your body.

Okay, I get that, but...

why do we still perform the same tragedies?

Even Medea.

Something is always lost, but something is renewed too.

The myth steals from the past and gives it back to us.

Medea doesn't give back anything.

She murders her kids.

You don't take that home.

No.

Fiction is about lies.

We can murder our kids, be chased by the police,

take revenge...

We approach the realm of sin, we savour it.

And then we go home, we're not burdened by it.

I definitely would be.

No.

You'll see.

It's fiction.

Concern about the wildfire between Portbou and Colera

in Alt Empordà. The fire began in Portbou

and currently affects 370 acres.

The firefighters...

Mum!

Where did Dad sit?

Mum?

What?

Where did Dad sit?

Dad? There.

-What about you? -Uh, here.

And you two sat here, same as always.

Why aren't you angry with him?

So many questions, love.

But why aren't you angry?

I was angry, Alexandra.

Not anymore?

-Adrián, dinner! -Mum.

And do what? Stay angry for 20 years?

Let's go to Málaga, kidnap his new wife,

the dogs, do you fancy that?

How about Sunday?

-You're so crude. -Look who's talking.

Witch.

Adrián!

How was the audition?

-Fucking shit. -Mind your language.

-Mouth like a sewer. -Why not pull your weight?

Have you learnt to cook at your place?

Whenever you want.

-I'll make you couscous. -Sure.

Julia, dude...

I just got home.

Let me know when you get in, okay?

Kisses, hun.

Love you!

Where were you?

Celebrating.

Turn down the fucking volume.

Celebrating what?

I got Medea, man.

The main role. Not the chorus, the main role.

And your mobile? Do you not have it?

You could be glad for me, huh? "Well done."

-"You did great." -Shut it.

Know how long Mum was waiting up for you?

-She was waiting up for me? -Yeah.

-Waiting for me? -Yeah.

-Okay, I'll stop. -Life's a ball.

Life's a ball.

-Right? -It's not funny.

What a laugh.

You're a bloody spoilt brat.

Go to bed.

Get some sleep, I'm home.

Mum.

Mum.

Are you okay?

Going up.

-Sorry, I'll get this and we're leaving. -Okay.

-Are you alone? -Yeah, yeah. I'm out in a sec.

Don't do it.

Don't do it. Don't do it.

Don't do it.

-Don't do it. -Don't do it.

-Don't do it. -Don't do it.

Don't do it.

Don't do it.

Now, my friends.

I shall be victorious over my enemies now.

I shall tell you all my plans.

Hear my words.

Hear my words though there is no pleasure in them.

I grieve over the deed I must do: to kill my children.

Since you have shared your decision,

and since I wish to help you and uphold the laws,

do not do this.

I understand why you say this.

You have not suffered abuse as I have.

You dare to stab the sons you bore?

You will be the wretchedest of all women alive.

It is unacceptable, friends.

Unacceptable to be the laughing stock of my enemies.

May no one consider me cowardly, weak or meek,

but of the other sort, a weight upon my enemies.

Consider the crime you are taking on.

Do not murder your children.

Where will you find the courage for such a terrible deed?

There is no other way.

You cannot,

when your children fall begging,

wet your hand in their blood with an iron-willed heart.

Tell him nothing of my decisions.

If you care for the well-being of your mistress and are a real woman.

Okay, we'll stop there.

What's wrong?

It's too much.

Take it easy.

Explore it in your own way.

What do you need?

A shotgun.

What does Medea feel with a shotgun?

Power.

What does she feel?

Power.

What do you feel?

Let me tell you my plan.

Listen, even though you do not wish to.

-I shall kill my children! -Don't.

You shall not commit this crime.

I can do it all.

A weight upon my enemies.

You will be the wretchedest of all women.

I am already.

You have not suffered. You've no fucking idea!

-And your valour? -Power, valour. I have it all.

You will not wet your hand in their blood.

There's no other option. Okay?

-You shall not commit this crime. -Don't worry.

The world's guilt is already mine.

All of it!

-What's up? -What's new?

Well, well, well.

So I find out at Clara's wedding that you've broken up.

-I was gonna tell you. -Yeah, right.

You don't tell me anything.

Well, whatever. We're here to celebrate.

We deserve it.

Check it out.

See that guy over there?

-Know what he does? -What?

He gives self-defence classes.

I'll pay for your classes.

Are you taking the piss?

No.

No, I'm not.

Well...

I don't know...

Everything that happened to you might have done you good.

Getting raped isn't good for anything.

Right.

Come and dance.

-Let's dance. -I don't want to.

-Come on. -I don't want to.

Have a little dance with me. Come on, dude.

-Leave me alone. -Okay.

Chill.

Mum.

I'm going to steal her.

You smell so good.

Is everything okay with Adrián?

Yeah, Mum, don't worry.

You know I'm a bit of a witch.

What are you thinking about?

Lots of things.

And are they nice?

So-so.

I wish you the best

And hope you're very happy.

Even though my life turns grey

I wish you the best

I bid you farewell.

Even though my life turns grey

I wish you the best

And hope you're very happy.

What's up with you?

What's up with you?

Oh, you're good enough to eat!

-What? Are you having fun? -Look at her laughing.

Cutie.

Cutie.

Álex!

Álex!

What's up?

-What is it? -What are you doing here? Stop it.

Álex, is he inside?

Stop it!

You're smothering me.

-Cut it out, you're hurting me. -Who is it, Álex?

-You're hurting me. -Who is it?

-Stop it! -I just need a name.

-You're hurting me, okay? -Just give me a fucking name!

A name, that's all.

I need to know who it is.

I need to know!

I need to know or I'll go mad!

I'm going mad.

I'm fucking losing it!

Fucking hell!

...the longest version possible...

Right, dude.

-Hang on. -Know what?

-Mum left meatballs in the fridge. -Open it then.

-Ok, but where are my keys? -I'm peeing myself.

-I'm peeing myself! -Not here.

-Don't pee here. -Then open it.

I can't hold it anymore.

Please don't pee here.

Dude!

Álex!

You're peeing on my hoodie.

Lift it up.

-Lift it up! -Quit yelling, everyone's asleep.

All the neighbours know each other.

Damm, Álex.

You're a dirty pig.

I'm shitting myself, too.

The wolves kill the others, okay?

If it says "wolf" on the paper,

you kill.

-How? -Come on, listen to Adrián.

-Adrián. -What?

This grass is good stuff.

You guys are such a pain. Let me finish.

Listen, he's explaining the game.

So, the wolves kill the others.

If it says "wolf", you kill.

-Okay? -All right. But kill how?

The wolves come out at night,

they recognise one another, kill a person,

go to sleep, and the villagers

must decide who the wolves are.

Let's try it out.

Pilar can be the narrator.

Brilliant.

There aren't enough of us.

The important thing is to kill.

Let's try, come on.

Everybody close your eyes.

And when I say so...

When I say so,

the wolves open their eyes and recognise each other.

And they decide who to kill.

I'm getting dizzy.

After a long night's work...

the wolves...

...go to sleep.

-The village wakes up. -Fuck, was that necessary?

-Last night... -No.

dearest sister...

your throat was ripped open.

-No! -No!

-No, Mum! -I'm an orphan.

I bet it was these two.

Uncle Miguel, how can you...?

I heard a noise over here.

No doubt about it.

The dead don't talk. Shush.

-Crap. It's heavy, isn't it? -You'll get used to it, don't worry.

Hold it a bit more... Find the spot...

My left arm is weak.

Don't be a wimp. You've got this.

-I aim over there? -Right, and remember:

relax,

breathe.

Take it easy.

-Bloody hell! -Idiot.

-You're stupid. -Yep.

It's true.

-Is that normal? -No.

-No. -I don't think it's normal.

-Jesus. Okay, here I go. -Focus.

-Just when I was relaxed. -Go on.

-Okay, I'm good. -That's it.

Breathe.

Relax.

That's it. Relax.

Come on.

Álex, do you need anything?

-No, I'm gonna rehearse. -Okay.

-Bye. -Bye, thanks.

Go, go, go...

-Did you let the dogs out? -We're on it.

Let's go, come on.

Come on. That way.

You're selfish.

Just tell me the name, please.

Come on. Just stop this.

That way we'll both stop suffering.

Even though...

...there aren't many options.

It was a mate of ours, right?

Wasn't it, Álex?

Okay, time to get packing.

It's getting late. Don't shoot.

Fran...

...was the first to leave the flat.

I'm sure of that, I saw him going out the door.

Guille...

It can't be him, he has a girlfriend.

He's really in love with her.

No way can I imagine Bruno doing something like that.

I mean, it's impossible.

Was it David?

Was it David, Álex?

-Okay this way? -That's fine.

Go for it!

-Yay! -Well done!

Right, into the bucket.

The knife...

That's it.

Mind you.

Don't get sick like last year.

You'll get used to it.

You said that last year, Jorge.

You never get used to the stink.

I'm done. You carry on, champ.

Come on, you've got this.

-There? -Yes.

Wait.

Let's see... You carry on.

-There. -Hang on, I'll hold it steady.

Want the knife?

Yeah, hand it to me.

That's it.

Great.

Liver...

You're almost done.

Want me to cut a bit here?

That's the last time you shoot so late.

-How was I to know? -You knew.

Then we all end up having to work.

The lungs and the heart.

Baptised.

Just as well that you didn't...

shoot the baby.

The little one?

Yes, the young wild boar.

The mothers go completely mad.

They attack anything in front of them.

It wouldn't be the first time.

Watch out for boars, there are lots at this time of year.

Don't worry, get some sleep.

So gross!

As you can see, Álex doesn't like my mates at all.

Hey, sorry.

Let's fucking party!

Please, Àlex, sing. Please!

Once I dreamt what the future held for me

There was an Andalusian courtyard, my boy playing the guitar

The other one started singing while my wife and girl danced

To the rhythm of "bulería" while I clapped in time

Dreams are just dreams and fate will decide

What future awaits me

And if my dreams will come true

And I'm asking God for them to come true

For I spend all day sleeping in search of happiness

A little house in Santa Cruz

A picture window and an Andalusian courtyard

The vine that creeps up the stairs

The sunlight weaves through a lattice

And when nights falls at my window

I pick jasmine and smell my lady's perfume

In the old rocking chair where I fell asleep

And when I woke up from the dream, everything had disappeared

And when nights falls at my window

I pick jasmine and smell my lady's perfume

In the old rocking chair where I fell asleep

And when I woke up from the dream, everything had disappeared.

-Àlex... -Stop it!

Shut it.

-Take it easy. -Shut it.

Look at me, look at me!

Look at me! Look at me, David!

Àlex...

-Take it... -Shut it!

No...

Álex, Álex. What's up?

Álex.

Breathe. Stand up.

Álex, it's me, Julia. I'm here.

Álex.

Look at me.

Look at me, look at me.

Say it after me.

Breathe.

Okay.

It's all good, it's all good.

Shut up, you motherfucker!

Adrián!

What are you up to?

Stop, stop!

Stop it! What are you doing?

Fucking stop, man!

Let me go!

David! Stop it!

Stop it, Adrián!

Open up! No, no, no!

Please, Àlex, get out of here!

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