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BARCELONA, 2003

How do you imagine your life in the future?

I picture myself living in Senegal.

What are you on about!

By 30, I want to have lived in three different continents.

No more than three years in each country.

What will you live off?

I'll work for Architectes Sans Frontières, something like that.

Building aqueducts, homes for people...

If you don't get your act together, you won't make the grade.

I will... Come on, how do you picture it?

-Studying. -Come on, Mery, I mean it.

As a dental surgeon, you already know.

Give me more details.

My own clinic, a big house, two kids.

-Kids don't interest me. -I want two: Federico and Carolina.

-With Gus? -Yeah.

But I'll have more boyfriends at college, or I'll worry about only having one love.

So we'll split up for a while.

We'll date again after uni,

marry at around 28, and have kids.

But I must be a mother before I'm 30.

It's awful...

One day we'll be 30-year-old ladies.

There's plenty of time until then.

15 YEARS LATER

SIXTH MONTH

PERFECT LIFE

WHEN YOU DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE.

Place your hands on the mothers' bellies.

Now imagine that every wave that brings your raft closer to shore

is actually bringing you closer to the birth of your child.

You push your perineum towards the rectum and to the sides.

All right? Press down hard.

-Is that my vagina? -Yes.

Imagine that it's your vagina.

You must carry on pressing until it hurts.

Right? Then you release the pressure.

That way you reduce the risk of tears.

You can do it yourself, but it's best if someone does it for you.

You can do it for her, Gari.

-Me? -Yes.

No, not me.

But why not?

No, I can't see it happening.

Well then, a female friend can help you.

Or a boyfriend.

Right.

Hey...

It's really swollen.

That's okay. It's normal.

Go for it.

Like that?

There, there.

-More? -Yes, go on.

-Why the face? -Huh?

Does it disgust you?

No. It's not that.

I'm afraid of hurting you.

What if we screw?

So what do you call what you are or what you do?

You say, "Hi, I'm Xosé and I'm..."

A social caregiver.

Caregiver...

Caregiver.

Caregiver... Take care of me.

How can I care for you, then?

Tell me: what are you and I?

In what way?

The fact that we're both naked in bed together?

Lovers.

Lovers...

Lovers.

Lovers sounds like people who hide.

All right, but we're hiding from Gari.

Or shall we tell him?

No, no.

Sure?

-Absolutely sure. -Okay.

-Do you want to tell him? -No, no.

Look, I can have...

I could have a partner if I wanted, I don't owe Gari explanations.

Right.

I don't mean that what we have is something.

No.

So, what's the plan?

I mean...

The idea is to keep meeting here...

doing this...?

Well, I think that the plan is to keep on meeting...

and see what happens.

Because you've just got out of a pretty long relationship.

And I just got divorced.

Well, it was a year ago, but...

Bit by bit.

Yes, yes.

Bit by bit. Sure.

I'm not asking you for anything.

No, no.

Okay.

Do you want to sleep over?

-No. -No?

All right...

It's already quite late.

I'd rather go back to my sister's.

Okay.

Come on, shake your ass!

Name me a street.

5, Viladomat.

-What's this? -Write down "five".

-Say a number, María. Quick. -Hey. Quick, hurry up.

-Without thinking. -Now!

-Eight. -Eight, María.

Brilliant! 8, Muntaner.

-What are you doing? -Giving away my paintings to people.

Random people in Barcelona.

Ding, dong. We have a packet for you.

Are you taking drugs?

This is my house, María, and I can do what I want.

If you don't like it, beat it.

God, what my poor nephew Juanito is gonna have to put up with.

His name isn't Juanito!

It's gonna be Juanito even if he's incognito!

Take that, it rhymes!

Come on, Paula. You can get dressed by yourself.

-What? -Come on.

Morning.

Morning.

-It's for Martina. -Huh?

It's mine, Martina!

Come on, kids.

-What is it? -Look what we have for you today.

Look what I've got for Martina. Open up!

Shall I eat it? Look, look.

No, sweetheart.

Sorry, sorry, we're in a hurry.

-Give it to me! -Stop that, Paula!

First stop, Martina.

Okay, Paula, we're here.

This isn't the time for reading. You know how to do this.

Come on. Ouch, damn!

Do you have the rucksack?

Okay, I'll include it.

-Is the client here? -They're waiting for you.

KITTYONHEAT84: Got a 30-minute window at 4pm.

Meet where we did the other day?

SEXYDARKGUY: Impossible. Tons of work.

The subsidiary's contract.

Do people not eat around here?

-He's a real artist, but... -I'll print it out again.

You could do with reducing your working hours.

It's not necessary, thanks.

For your own sake.

I'll be right there. Okay, ciao.

Thanks for staying with her.

I'd like a word with Pablo and you next week.

It's not right that Paula has to wait here every day for an hour.

You're absolutely right, but I was with a client.

-But it's every day. -I know, sorry. Thanks so much.

We need yoghurts and then we're almost done, kids.

-No, no. I want that one! -No, sweetheart, no.

Hello there.

-Hi, honey. -Daddy!

-What's up? -You're late, huh?

Yeah.

They insisted on going to have a beer.

I couldn't say no, darling.

Come here.

Do you mind if I lie down a bit before clearing up?

MARIA AND CRIS

CLASS OF 2003

That was at high school!

So cute.

The twins!

Incredible.

Hold it there, Pauli.

SCHOOL REUNION

I'm not going.

Of course we are. We'll celebrate our teenage years.

I can't drink alcohol.

All right. Make a toast with water.

That's bad luck.

-It's because of Gustavo, right? -No.

Sure it's not because of that idiot?

Tell her it's not because of him.

-No. -See?

By the way, he knows that you're pregnant.

What? How do you know he knows?

Laura told me, she met him at a wedding.

Who's Laura?

A friend of ours.

Move forward a bit. It's difficult this way.

But did she tell him everything?

I mean, about Gari as well?

I don't think so, she doesn't know about it.

Well, whatever.

I'm not going anyway.

All right, suit yourself.

Are you putting cream on your boobs?

No, not really.

-You'll get stretch marks. -I don't care if I do.

What are stretch marks?

You get them when your skin cracks.

No, it doesn't crack, sweetheart. It stretches.

What are you like...

Think Gustavo will go?

I'll be right back, stay here with Paula.

Yes, I do. Going to the party is just his kind of thing.

I don't want to go to the reunion.

Do you have lice in your titties?

No, it's because of the baby.

You've got a baby in your titties?

No, in my tummy.

Will he be called Juanito?

No, he won't be called that.

What will he be called?

I don't know.

I don't know what he'll be called.

What's wrong?

Here, sweetie, rosehip oil.

What's wrong?

I won't be able to handle it all by myself.

Look at me, darling. Look at me, you're not alone.

I'm here for you, okay?

And you have Gari.

-And this duck. -You have this duck.

And my fanny has grey hairs.

You what?

I saw them the other day when I gave myself a perineal massage.

My fanny has grey hairs.

You're overthinking everything. It's over. You have to switch off, okay?

CLASS OF 2003

Oh, she's so pretty!

-What's this? -I can't remember!

FIFTEENTH ANNIVERSARY OF A TIME THAT MARKED OUR LIVES

COME AND CELEBRATE

HOW WE'VE CHANGED

Give it up for my sister, who made this fantastic video.

Bravo!

Friends, it's an honor to be part of Santa María's class of 2003!

-But you haven't changed a bit. -Well, not exactly.

Yes, you look exactly the same.

-What about you guys? -Fine.

You look great, congratulations.

-Thanks. -Is Gustavo here?

It's not Gustavo's.

-Oh, gosh... -It's someone else's.

Do you want water? I'll fetch some.

-No? -No, thanks.

I'll be right back.

-Lovely to see you. -Likewise.

And how are you? Tell all.

It's my turn, right? I'm good.

Everything is great. I can't complain.

I have a wonderful husband, two little girls I adore,

and I work as a lawyer.

You're the last person I imagined to be working at a law office.

-Really? -Julia, people change.

But you were all sort of flower power.

You were the class hippy, always on demos and rallys.

But they don't just defend rich businessmen in those places, right?

-Of course not. There are all sorts. -All sorts.

-Awesome! -Right.

-These reunions are awesome. -Yes.

Hi.

Don't worry, chew.

Done.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Short hair suits you. -Oh, thanks.

-You've changed your hairstyle too, right? -Yeah, I don't comb it now.

-I preferred it before. -Okay.

So how are you?

How's it going?

Well, if you leave out the piles, sore legs,

swollen ankles, and having to wee every half hour, fine.

Do you get help?

-The... -Oh...

The father?

Well, it was a one-off thing.

We're friends.

He's really nice.

-He's a botanist. -Oh, great.

-What about you? -No.

No, I'm not with anyone.

I'm going to...

See you.

María...

I'm really sorry.

I was a jerk.

Right.

But a real jerk.

I know.

I hope you can forgive me some day.

Okay.

You'll forgive me?

I meant okay about what you said.

"I hope you can..." Okay, then.

Hey, here's the star couple of the party!

Mariavo!

María, Gustavo... Mariavo!

-Remember that, huh? -Well, actually, I didn't.

-But now I do. -I did.

Jesus!

-You're in the club! -Yes.

-A little Mariavo! -Well...

Congratulations!

Commiserations, you never know, huh?

This song is so cool!

Time to go and boogie, huh?

-So glad to have seen you. -Yes.

-Mariavo... -Mariavo.

Mariavo.

-What a pain. -Big time.

Shall we have a beer?

To the girls!

How's it going?

I have a son and another on the way, and my working hours were impossible.

I spend the day giving up stuff.

One day, I give up sleeping, another day, waxing...

Then a miracle occurred: reduced working hours.

Now I have time and I don't feel like a bad mother.

But if you like your job, reduced working hours is a bummer.

-Tough luck. -Tough luck.

No, you choose: work, kids, or peace of mind.

I'm into peace of mind. The yoga I do leaves me feeling...

I didn't have to give up anything.

-Huh? -I organize it with my husband.

-He asked for reduced working hours. -Can you do that?

He works afternoons and stays with the kids in the morning,

and I go to the clinic.

Now you're going to tell me he helps around the house?

He always cooks, but because he really likes it

and he's great at it.

-Amazing! -And he's good at eating you out, too?

I won't go into detail...

That's no husband you've got, that's a miracle.

Honestly, he deserves an award.

Well, he's getting one now.

Really?

Father of the Year.

-Really? -Look, look.

-How do you mean Father of the Year? -Yes, yes.

-Oh, how sweet. -That's him.

Let's see.

Oh, this is too much.

Excuse me. Your attention, please.

Hi, may I have your attention?

The time has come to give a big round of applause

to this evening's star.

Give it up for: The Father of the Year.

Eduardo...

This award acknowledges the tremendous effort made in supporting your wife

in her duties as a mother and a wife.

And you did all of this without quitting your job.

This award and these applause are for you.

Thank you very much. Thanks.

I want to dedicate this award to the person I most admire:

My father.

-Are you coming? -Huh?

Her husband's cooking the fish he caught.

Oh, okay.

That way we see for ourselves, I still don't believe it.

All right, fine.

Come whenever you want.

I don't want to say I'm pregnant so they let me jump the queue.

But I'm peeing myself. There must be other toilets, right?

I'll take a look. Bugger it!

-Come with me. -Where?

-Come on. -Where? Hang on.

I'm weeing myself!

Not so fast, I'll dribble.

You shouldn't be listening to me wee.

Sounds the same as always.

-Are you still there? -Yeah.

What's wrong?

-Do I freak you out? -No, no.

It's okay. You can do it.

It's even recommendable.

Okay.

Hang on.

Just a sec.

Thanks.

Wow, it's unbelievable!

Sure it is! The rumors were right!

After all this time, as if nothing had happened.

-Er... Excuse me a minute. -Sure.

What are you doing here?

I came to give you a surprise.

I told the film crew I had an emergency.

Right, but this is a school reunion.

I gatecrashed. So I could party with you.

God, Cris. Lately we hardly see each other.

Afterwards we can go to a hotel, order some champagne...

Right, and what about the kids?

You need to be back home by 12.

-Your mum's there. -No, Pablo.

She has a bad back, she needs to sleep at home.

Jesus, Cris. It's okay just for one night.

-She can sleep in our bed. -I said no, Pablo. No.

This is my night, it's your turn to be with the girls.

Go home, my mum is waiting to go.

Fair enough, Cris.

I'm trying to be a bit romantic, making an effort...

See you at home.

Pablo!

What?

Why don't you ask for a reduction in working hours?

You could spend more time with the girls, right?

Why this now?

I've got tons of work.

All these deals I'm closing will be great for us.

I have tons of work at the law office, too.

Right, but I'm not asking you to work less hours.

Of course not. You don't need it, I do everything.

What do you think?

That I wouldn't like to spend more time at home with my family?

And do you think I wouldn't like to be more focused on my job?

I'm fucking sick of doing everything!

And I don't get any bloody award for being Mother of the Year!

Are you listening to what you're saying?

Like you hate being with your kids.

Well sometimes I can't stand them!

Then I don't understand why you want another kid.

I've been taking the pill for eight months.

Hi, Federico.

We don't know if we'll call him Federico.

Gari doesn't like it. Says it's an old man's name.

All right...

Gari is mentally disabled.

It isn't genetic, he was deprived of oxygen at birth.

And the baby is fine.

I was on drugs when...

-And I didn't realize. -On drugs?

You?

Yes, is there a problem?

No, nothing. I don't know.

It was the day of the notary. The day you left me.

Will he be able to be a father?

Yes.

He has a 43% disability.

It's sort of borderline intelligence.

What about you?

Meaning?

Are you happy?

Yes.

Shall we do lunch tomorrow?

Yes.

I must survive...

lying to myself.

Silently, I lost heart in that bar.

Where an angel said to me when I walked in:

"Come and rise up like blue smoke.

Suffer no more, love."

And tearing myself away, something changed in my life.

I will survive!

I will look for a home

among the rubble

of my loneliness.

A strange paradise

where you are not to be found.

And though it hurts, I yearn for freedom.

Even though it hurts me.

I had sex with Gus in the gym.

I'm cheating on Pablo.

It's all right.

Incredible to think 15 years have gone by, right?

Tell me about it.

In 15 years from now we'll be...

48.

Bang!

It's just around the corner.

Oh, cripes!