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Francisco Javier, turn off the TV and say goodbye to your dad.

Huh...

Javi...

I'm going to Cambodia. Do you know where that is?

It's in Asia, 10,000 km away.

Stop eating that crap!

C'mon, no need to cry.

But I don't want you to eat this rubbish.

You'll see...

This was your grandfather's fork.

You have to learn to be selective with food.

Food is like love.

And in life, you'll try different kinds of love.

Five star restaurants, fast food,

set lunches, mixed grills, all-you-can-eat buffets...

But the important thing, Javi, is to choose well.

You have to know what you're eating and with who.

Don't ever forget that, son.

Dad, dad, don't go!

Dad, I promise you I'll always eat well, but don't go!

-Please, wait! -Dad, wake up.

You're dreaming about granddad again.

Dad!

Dad, dad!

Dad!

Javi, you were dreaming about your dad again.

Do you dream about your father a lot?

Tell me about your father.

My dad is dead.

I'm sorry.

He's not dead. They haven't spoken for years.

He never wants to talk about him. Well, he's dead to me.

And you dream about him a lot, Javi? What's that all about? Think.

You're supposed to be a psycholgist with regard to the kids, that's it.

He dreams about him because he's come back to Madrid.

And his father calls him every day and sends messages asking to meet up.

How do you know? I didn't tell you.

Well... you must have talked in your sleep.

And I said all that?

Well, okay, I had a look at your phone.

But not because I'm hysterical.

The font size you use is very big and, on the sofa, without wanting to...

No, of course. She spies on my phone, not because she's a psychopath,

but because I'm short-sighted.

Don't change the subject. Your father is waiting for you.

-Waiting, for what? -He sent you a WhatsApp this morning.

He said he knew you weren't going to answer,

but that he was going to be in the bar until six.

He just sent you another reminder.

And how the hell do you know?

It's true, the font size is really big.

Okay, right, Let's change the subject.

I'm not going to leave you here while I go to visit my father.

And what if he wants to see you because he's dying?

I think you should go.

Okay, I'm going to see my father.

-But I'm doing it for you. -Thanks.

-Good luck. I love you. -Me too.

I wish you luck.

I thought that he'd never go.

What are you doing?

There's been this sexual tension between us since the start.

The kiss just confirmed it.

I told you I was drunk!

Of course.

Okay, okay.

Okay. I'm sorry about the kiss.

I screwed up.

But I'not interested in you. in the least. I'm sorry.

Why didn't you tell Javi about us?

-Because there is no "us." -So why keep coming here?

Marta, don't pretend.

I think about you too, when I make love to my wife.

That's awful! Look, stop.

And doesn't your ethical code forbid you getting off with clients?

What code? I'm not a psychologist.

-Well, you could do with one. -Oh, really? I don't think so.

Ah! Ah!

I'm really nervous. Even my nipples are sweating.

And if it all goes wrong?

It will go wrong.

You haven't had a date since Italia 90.

-It's going to be a disaster. -What?

You just said that nothing is going to happen.

That's right. Nothing's going to happen.

I don't think you're going to get anywhere.

Well, let's see. She'd have to be really desperate.

But relax, son.

Relax.

Your dad isn't going to abandon you.

C'mon.

Let's go, c'mon, c'mon.

You abandoned us.

Son, I was in the army.

You didn't go off to war, you requested a transfer to Mallorca.

Because of you, mum hit the bottle, she crashed the car...

Crashed? A little bump and nothing happened.

She was pregnant with Nacho.

We don't know if his problems are genetic or due to the accident.

Well, I couldn't say

because your mother's family weren't exactly the brightest.

Look, what the hell am I doing here? What do you want from me?

Well, I wanted to see you...

because I have something important to say to you.

What, that you're dying?

And now you remember me.

What do think this is, a Sunday afternoon weepy?

What do you intend to do? To say "Son, my hour has come"?

And, at first, I'll be a bit "You abandoned us",

but then I'll take pity on you I'll take you home, as you're dying,

to make up for lost time.

Is that your way to have a father and son relationship.

And you'll get on famously with my wife.

Then, you'll do a good deed, I'll forgive you, take your hand and say:

"Dad, I love you."

That's your idea, is it?

and you can die in peace in the guest room,

leaving a letter that will change all our lives.

That's it, isn't it?

Actually, no. No.

I feel better than ever.

Oh... So you've come to brag about how well you are?

Really... This is the limit.

You come back and you're not even dying.

I can't believe it. I don't know what you want but it doesn't matter.

I'm not going to make you feel better about yourself.

It's taken me years to get over what you did.

And now I'm going to have my own family, I don't want you in my life.

I don't want to end up like you,

in some dive, drinking whiskey, alone.

My coffee.

-You slept with someone else? -No, it was just a stupid kiss.

But didn't you say it was something really terrible?

Jesus, I kissed someone else.

Getting off with someone is over-rated, like hotels with a spa.

The important thing is not to do it. again. And don't tell Javi.

I already told him everything. Well, almost everything.

Maybe I forgot a little detail: to tell him who it was.

That's because he knows him!

Marta?

What a coincidence!

But what are you doing in my shop?

I didn't know that this is your shop.

No, nothing... I'm here because...

I wanted to buy myself something.

What size is your bust? We only sell wedding dresses.

Aren't you going to introduce us?

I'm Marta's therapist.

He's not a therapist.

Anyway, he's just leaving, aren't you?

-What happened to your fingers? -Maybe he put them where he shouldn't.

This? It's nothing!

A lovers' tiff.

Could I have a word, doctor?

Who's that? Wow! She's your date.

Dad, she's too beautiful. She's a nine, at least.

And I'm a five at best.

C'mon, son, don't exagerate.

A five? You're not even a three.

José Miguel?

Ah, José Miguel, José Miguel...

Great idea to use a false name!

-Go. -Dad, that's my name.

-Josemi is from José María isn't it? -How can it come from José María?

-If it was from José María... -Okay, go.

C'mon, c'mon. Off you go, go.

In the end we followed your advice.

Hey! Joaquín.

-Jesús. -Yup.

I never forget a name.

Look, that's my son...

Josema.

Yeah, we opened a Tinder account for him.

-Ah! -And I'm here, playing gooseberry, ...

You never know how the kids will turn out.

-Yeah. And you suffer for them. -Yes.

And you make them suffer.

I fucked up as a father and it's too late now.

I suppose you followed me. You've a minute to explain yourself.

One minute then you leave.

-What are you doing? -You should know, you brought me here.

To tell you that our relationship makes no sense and has no future.

"Our" relationship. So there is something between us.

No! Christ! I don't want a relationship with you!

So why did you bring me to your love nest?

What love nest?

I don't want my friends to hear all this.

-About us. -Yes. No!

Marta, put your cards on the table.

Don't mess me around.

First you kiss me. Then you dump me.

Then you make eyes at me in the consulting room.

What? What eyes?

This morning, in the consulting room, you winked at me with both eyes.

I was blinking. You're getting it all wrong!

Anyhow, aren't you married?

Christ, yes. Yes, yes.

But I'll tell my wife.

And you can tell Javi, okay?

No. It's not okay.

-Look, get out of my shop. -Marta...

Your lips are saying "get out."

But your eyes are saying "stay."

It's never too late to turn things around.

Look, I've never been able to love him in a natural way.

No, but, well, I'm making the effort.

And how's it going? I'm getting to like him.

And what's more, you'll do, anything for a child.

You're right.

I'm sure you're a good father.

-What are you doing, idiot? -She had to go.

A friend called...

some kind of emergency,

and she had to go, but she has your number and she'll call you.

I don't believe it. Were you spying on me?

No, the stuff about the friend is an old Tinder trick.

You meet your date, you decide whether to do it or not.

Happy now? Can we go now instead of making fools of ourselves?

You still have four dates: at 7:00, then 7:30,

then at 8:00 and the last at 8:30.

You got me four dates at half-hour intervals?

Son, I'm sorry.

I knew it would go badly, but not quite so badly.

Next time, you can have fifteen.

What do you say?

Eh, eh...

Now do you understand?

Yeah.

And now, you go home to your wife and I'll go home too.

And this very night, or tomorrow morning, at the latest,

I'll tell Javi everything and it'll all be sorted out.

I'm never going to forgive you.

Javi, it was a stupid mistake. Can't we just forget about it?

I can't forget. I'll never forget what you did.

Please, give me a second chance.

What for? So you can go and do it again?

I never want to see you again as long as I live.

I think that if I tell him that he'll forgive me, right?

Why don't you go to the living room and ask him?

Are you going to say all that to Marta?

To Marta? No, to my dad.

-Why would I say that to Marta? -Say what?

Uh...

Eh... No, nothing.

I'm meeting up with my mates and I was coming to tell you.

-Javi, can I have a word? -Yes, of course.

-Are you okay? -Yes.

Sorry.

It's just Nacho, they must have got there by now.

-It's your father, don't you answer? -He called me 27 times,

one time for all the years he's been gone.

I don't want to talk to him. What did you want to say?

Oh... Nothing.

We'll talk later.

-You sure? -Uh huh.

Well...

-Dad, I told you not to come! -You're meeting Javi, right?

If he won't answer, he'll just have to see me in person.

-Don't show him the video. -He'll thank me for it.

-He'll hate you forever. -More?

He told me he didn't want to end up like me in a bar, drinking whiskey.

Put like that, it doesn't seem such a bad idea.

Shit! Not a word about Javi.

Regale them with your military exploits.

Yes, I'll tell them about the Israel-Palestine conflict.

Okay. And to do that, you have to take into account

the strength of the zionist movement by the end of the 1800s.

Hey guys, how's it going?

What's going on here?

Just jawing about the West Bank.

My father, he's a pain in the neck. Tell them about Gaza.

We were speaking about Javi, I saw his girlfriend two-timing him.

What?

That's great, dad!

C'mon, I don't want to be late.

At least you're motivated.

Given that yesterdays' dates went so badly.

It's not easy.

It's the easiest thing the world!

But she's somewhat mature, isn't she?

Good idea...

Good idea.

At that age, they'll make do with anything.

Let's see if it's true.

-You'll tell me later. -My thoughts exactly.

What? What?

She's your date, Joaquín.

I opened a Tinder account for you. Your first candidate.

No, I don't want to meet anyone. Are you daft?

Maybe it is a bit soon. Mum only left you twenty years ago.

It's not because of your mother. I just don't want to.

Yeah. C'mon, or are you too scared?

Christ...

If they're Javi's friends,

I want to know if they think I should show him the video.

There's a video?

-Yes. Do you want to see it? -No.

-Yes. -Yes!

I don't know how you can. I couldn't finish it.

If the woman I love cheated on me, I'd kill myself.

And if there was a video, I'd kill myself twice.

And if my friends saw it...

-The girl at the end...? -My girlfriend.

Gorgeous isn't she?

I didn't know your girlfriend was in it.

No, no, no!

-Are you stupid? -No, really.

Careful.

Nacho, there's no need! No, no!

What did you do that for?

He's right you know. Javier shouldn't see the video.

No. Not Javier or anyone else.

But why throw the damn phone in the river?

The video is in the clould, I'll just download it and send him it.

What are you playing at?

-You'll have to forgive me. -Amparo.

Amparo, Amparo.

Please, you don't have to be so formal.

-Me? -Sorry?

Ah, ah! No, no.

Let's see...

What it is. I didn't arrange this date, Amparo. No.

My idiot son arranged it.

I'm trying to help him meet girls coz he's useless at it.

And he arranged a date for you so you can see that it's not so easy.

Well yes... I'm afraid so.

So, if you will excuse me...

Well, you should show him just how wrong he is.

Mum, what are you doing?

Cleaning. Haven't you ever seen me cleaning?

In actual fact, no. Me or anyone else.

I think you might be using the wrong cleaning products.

What would you know about it!

Well... You're cleaning the kitchen with insecticide.

Well, it kills the microbes.

Give me the scourer, this stain is very stubborn.

Mum, you have to tell him.

Javi? We musn't tell him.

It would be worse coming from us, than just finding out who it was.

We're his friends, but I think that Javi never ever finds out.

That he never finds out what?

What a surprise! You should warn us beforehand.

What's going on, what are you talking about?

Nothing, that...

Nothing, we were... Yes, we were...

having a go at you.

Yes, that's right, having a go and you turned up.

There you go. Sorry, Javi.

-Criticizing me. -Yeah.

And what is it you don't like about me, if it's not too much to ask?

Well...

We don't like...

No...

Your hair.

-My hair. -Yeah.

You were having a go at my hair. The three of you.

Yes.

Yeah, we don't like it and that's it.

C'mon, Nacho, what were you saying?

Christ, your hair.

That shit sitting on the top of your head.

What's wrong with my hair?

I'm not going to tell him, my friends think it's a bad idea.

Elisa and Giovanni, could they talk about being a couple?

Go away, I have to clean up! This stain won't budge.

It isn't going to. Don't you realize?

Mum, you're trying to scrub your conscience clean.

Sometimes I don't know if you're my son or Jiminy bloody Cricket.

Okay. Where's my phone?

You can't send messages, can you?

You need volume. It's all lifeless.

Don't you use conditioner?

I have to go, something's up with Marta, she wants to talk.

And it seems to be urgent.

Maybe it's not so urgent! You don't have to run off.

And if you don't go.

We don't always have to do what we're told.

-But what the hell is wrong with you? -Nothing.

-What's wrong with us? -I don't know.

You're acting like idiots. Even more than usual.

Do you know what she wants to tell me?

-No. -No.

But it's just...

No, let's see... the truth...

The truth is, it was Marta who started criticizing your hair.

That's all I need.

-What's up? -Dad, now he wants to send videos.

Wait, don't open it, don't open it!

I wasn't going to, I always erase them, but now I'm curious.

Javi, stop watching, don't torture yourself. I couldn't look.

If I saw something like that I'd kill myself.

And the girl at the end isn't she...?

Yes, your dad's girlfriend.

I want to see dad's girlfriend. Let me see.

What?

Why are you all obsessed with throwing away mobile phones?

And now all I want to do is to see my dad's girlfriend.

Mum, I don't understand the champagne.

Maybe dad will forgive you, but as for celebrating...

Your father says that champagne is vaseline for the soul.

And I'm the know-it-all?

Shit!

It'll all be okay. He'll understand, don't get nervous.

I'm quite chilled.

If you are me and I am you, I wouldn't use the word "chilled."

Hey?

Hi.

No, no, no, Marta!

Marta, we have to talk. You can't do this to me.

I've left my wife, like you told me to.

-Are you mad? -Yes, yes, call me mad.

Madly in love.

Ah!

Help, please, Marta!

I think you broke my nose!

Mum, you have to let him in.

And the bitch left for Mexico again a few months ago,

but she didn't just take my son, she took my grandson too.

Oh!

But, I've bored you a lot about me.

Tell me about yourself, Amparo.

Have you ever been married?

Yes.

But my husband went eight years ago.

-Seriously! See what I mean? -Yes.

-Another scumbag, like mine. -No.

No, no, he died.

Ah...

So, at least yours had an excuse.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

-I imagine you miss him. -No.

Because I don't like to dwell on the past.

I like to enjoy the moment.

Yes, which, if you think about it, isn't so bad.

Well...

it depends how you look at it, because...

the economy isn't so great.

-And... -Yes.

-"Brexit" is getting closer. -Um.

-And climate change. -Yeah.

Yes, all the more reason.

The world changes, right?

And Time's winged chariot is hurrying near.

Oh!

Did you dodge me?

It's a pity you're still in love with her.

-Me, in love with Marieta? -Please!

What are you talking about, we've been laying into her all night!

Well, that's why. That's why.

And that's why, after 20 years apart,

you're still wearing a ring.

Eh!

Ah!

Sorry, I didn't have any cotton wool.

Okay. Very well, very well.

What about our relationship?

I have a plan.

You go back home and I won't press charges for sexual assault.

What? No, no. Marta, you are repressing a transference of emotion.

Listen to me.

Love between patient and therapist is a very common occurrence.

You're not a psychologist, you are a psychopath, it's not the same!

You don't seem dangerous but please stop.

Okay, right. Now, I'm not your psychologist.

Only when it's convenient.

Ok, relax.

I'm leaving.

Thanks.

Marta, you can't do this to me.

My wife threw me out.

Don't force me to tell Javi.

What? That you are nuts?

But don't worry, I'm going to tell Javi when he gets back.

Shit!

-But... -No.

This is going to be very weird, but we're both going to tell him.

Wait, Marta, you don't have to tell him anything. I'll hide, that's that

What?

-Are you an idiot? -Hello?

Relax.

Relax, Marta, seriously.

Javi doesn't need to know about us.

What are you doing dumbass? Get out.

Get out of there!

-Javi. -Don't you have something to tell me?

Yes, something really bizarre.

That you're shagging our therapist?

-Here we are. -Ah!

-Thanks for walking me home. -Please.

Thanks for such a nice evening.

I loved talking to you.

Come up if you'd like,

we can carry on chatting upstairs.

Yes. No, no.

I mean... I'd love to, I'd love to.

But...

I can't leave my son alone the way he is right now.

His wife just left him.

-Ah ha. -And...

he needs my help to ... get over it.

-Yes. -To turn over the page...

and so on.

Yeah. I hope he doesn't

spend the next 20 years that way.

Because life won't wait.

What?

No. No, no, no...

It's not what it looks like.

It's not what it looks like? Drop the clichés at least.

Let me explain.

Marta, stop. Stop lying.

Why are you undressed?

What is all this? A Benny Hill sketch?

I can't believe it. You're screwing him in our house?

I'm not involved with this idiot. Look at him.

No, I can't believe it. Nor can I believe that he is in his undies

in my living room or that there's a video of you both snogging.

What video?

Javi, I'm not having an affair.

It's him, he's stalking me. He's obsessed with me.

-Marta, please. -Ask Elisa and Giovanni.

Everyone knows but me?

Javi, look at me, you know I could never do anything like that.

It's all a misunderstanding, this nutcase followed me home.

Marta, stop it. He caught us in the middle of it.

Javi, I'm sorry...

Javi, Javi!

-Listen to me. -What?

-Listen. -What?

I swear it was only a kiss

But it was only a kiss. Look, I was drunk.

I lost it, I was talking to him and I thought he was you.

I know it makes no sense, but you have to believe me.

Even if I believed all you say is true,

you still lied to me by not telling me it was him you kissed.

And I've been the sucker going to his sessions every day

even after you snogged him.

Even if I believed you're not cheating on me...

this whole thing is a pile of shit.