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That's the way life is,

full of delights and emotion.

A forest, a river,

rain, wind and sun.

It's a dove in flight.

The song of a...

A flower that blooms...

All together.

...in the middle of your heart.

Thank you.

I'm off to bed. Good night.

-Hey. -What?

Forget it.

PERFECT LIFE

WHEN YOU LET YOURSELF GO

How are you doing?

Are you putting on the outfit?

Yes, madam!

Hurry, then. We don't have much time.

Come here when you're done, I want to see you.

Ta-daa!

No, sweetie. That's the school fancy dress outfit.

-I'm wearing it to the wedding. -No, honey.

That's not the dress. Put it on, please.

-No. -Please, Paula.

-Daddy! -Paula.

Daddy, Daddy!

I can wear it to María's wedding, right?

I don't know. Whatever Mum says.

I want to go as a carrot!

-Come on, Pauli. -No!

You're not dressed.

Martina's sick. I'll stay with her.

She's sick? Let's see, sweetheart.

How are you, honey?

She's fine.

She has a runny nose.

Will you come to my show this afternoon?

Of course. I wouldn't miss it for anything.

Great!

Fetch your jacket.

-I don't want to. -Please do it.

We'll have to talk at some point, won't we?

I'm not in the mood now.

¡Mummy!

Can you help me?

Mummy!

-Is it very far? -No, fifteen minutes away.

You're going to get married like that?

Yes, Dad.

Let her get married however she wants.

-I don't think it's appropriate. -Nothing else fit me.

You look gorgeous.

Is it at the town hall?

Bad luck about the taxi strike, too.

Coincided just with her wedding day.

That was the date they gave us. We couldn't choose.

They weren't to know.

True enough.

Will the buffet be sitting down or standing up?

-If it's standing up... -It's standing up.

-Standing up? -Standing up all the time.

It's penance, your bunions will burst.

Just calm down a bit. Stop complaining!

It's my sister's wedding. It's meant to be a relaxed day.

Oh!

-Oops, sorry. -Jesus, María! That is disgusting!

I have cramps.

-Maybe contractions. -You're rotten inside.

You're nervous so you have wind.

I think I'll go too, otherwise it's a pain.

I had a lover once.

What?

Your dad went to a conference or something.

I left your sister with the neighbour and went off with Pere.

And I made love. Three times.

And what three times...

But then I went to say confession.

Imagine that,

I confess to a priest, he forgives me in the name of God.

Whatever.

Why are you telling me this now?

I don't know, dear.

-And does Dad know? -He doesn't need to.

What happened?

-Did you see him again? -No, only the once.

Don't take it badly, love.

But I wasn't happy with your dad.

He's a good person, mind you.

But I got married young...

I didn't have many options.

Why didn't you separate?

Because of you two, I guess.

But it doesn't matter. I gradually adapted

and got over it.

And now look, super happy.

Are you happy with Gustavo?

You don't want to marry, do you?

Yes I do, Mum. Otherwise I wouldn't do it.

So, by virtue of the authority vested in me,

and having freely consented to enter into marriage,

and not knowing of any impediment why you may not be wed,

I declare you "joined in marriage."

Bravo!

Little Esther!

Why are you scratching yourself?

I've got a sort of eczema.

Oh, that's from stress. I get bald patches this big.

Alopecia areata.

I'd have therapy, but no time.

I don't fancy therapy.

I wouldn't say no.

-Darling. -Hi, sweetheart.

Do you know Gustavo's parents?

Yes, we were introduced before.

Turns out he has a cousin who's going to open up a disco.

And so they have a lot of huge spaces.

We thought you could exhibit there.

Sure.

That way you sell a painting and make a bit of money.

-I need the loo. -Huh? Where?

-That's how artists are. -They have character.

-Are you enjoying yourself? -Yeah.

Congratulations, cousins.

So, when is my second cousin due?

-No... -He's not the father.

Gari is.

Gari, Víctor. A cousin of...

Your attention, please.

Let the couple come forward, my nephew and niece by marriage.

I have a gift for you.

There was no need for this.

-But we said no gifts. -No.

That's so much money!

A thousand euros each for when you have the baby,

buy whatever you want.

-Didn't you tell them? -Not yet.

Well you should have.

Time for the cake, right?

Come on.

The plan was for my parents to tell everyone.

It wasn't my fault if they didn't.

So call and tell them.

Sure, it's really normal to phone everyone

and say, "Did you know?

María got pregnant by a disabled guy.

-Because the day we broke up..." -The day you left me.

With no warning and in front of people.

So you screwed a stranger to get back at me?

Sorry.

Jesus, I'm sorry.

Go and tell him you won't steal his place.

-I'm going to park. I'll be right back. -Fourth floor, flat two.

Who is it?

María, can you buzz me in?

Gari gave me orders not to let you come up.

Hi.

Hi.

Gari called you, didn't he?

-You know the story? -Yes.

They won't let me in.

-Listen... -You're not coming up.

Richi, it's Xosé. Open up.

Are you with María?

Come on, please open the door. We can talk.

I'll ask. This situation wasn't planned for.

Gustavo is parking.

He doesn't know you and I...

I guessed as much.

Well, I could have told him.

-But you didn't. -No.

Yes, the wedding dress didn't fit.

You got married like that?

-Yeah. -Seriously?

Don't you like it?

I'm pregnant and my belly is getting bigger.

Congratulations.

No, no!

Everyone knows you're the dad, no one can take that away.

Besides, the room you all decorated is lovely. It'll be the baby's room.

No!

What have we talked about many times?

It shouldn't matter what anyone thinks.

-Leave me alone! -Come on, Gari.

I'm sick of this! I won't treat you like a kid!

You're 32! Behave like an adult!

You're going to be a dad! Deal with it!

I'm scared too and I suck it up!

Damn, I've peed myself!

-Is that wee? -Yes, it is.

I'm eight months pregnant and I wet myself.

-Sure it's wee? -Yes.

Okay. Maybe it isn't wee.

Then what is it?

-Should we call A&E? -It's transparent, right?

Yes.

Yes, yes.

My water just broke.

-Crap! -We're in labour.

-I'll get that. -We're not in labour,

because I'm due in three weeks.

-We need to tell Maruja. -Maruja.

-Anyone know a Gustavo? -Yes, of course. Let him in.

-Richi, buzz him in! -Okay, okay.

-Gari, call Maruja. -Okay.

Hey, look at me. Call Maruja, it'll be okay.

-We'll call her. -Everything is fine.

You won't believe what happened to me.

I'll be giving birth in a bath.

No, we'll grab a taxi.

There's a strike. There are no taxis.

-Hang on, what was the hospital? -The Vall d'Hebron.

How to reach the Vall d'Hebron by bus.

-I'm not giving birth on a bus. -Sit and breathe.

I'll slap the next one who tells me to breathe.

Okay, Maruja says breathe.

You take a shower, then we go to the hospital without any hassle.

I'm three weeks early, but everything is fine.

No sweat, I'll shower and put on a facemask.

She didn't mention facemasks.

But she did say you could have an enema.

-An enema? -Yeah, an enema.

-I'm not having an enema. -But guys.

How will you get there?

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God, she's a pain.

What?

Already?

Bloody hell!

I'm on my way. I'll be a while, okay?

Jesus, Jesus.

I'm not squeezing...

There she is.

I'm having a baby.

I'm having a baby.

Bye, guys! Good luck. Good luck!

How are you?

I'm having a baby.

-Juanito, please hold on. -His name is not Juanito!

-Do I take the Ronda de Dalt? -Ronda de Dalt.

Don't go the wrong way.

Quickest route to Vall d'Hebron.

Hotels in the Ebro Valley.

I have to turn.

Yeah, go right.

Jesus, Ronda de Dalt. Listen to me, please.

-We're here. -Jesus, I know Barcelona.

Goddamn it.

Okay, off you go, I'll look for somewhere to sit.

Are you and Daddy going to split up?

No, darling, no.

No.

Hey, listen. I love you to bits.

-Do I get a kiss? -On the nose.

Okay, carrot girl. Show them who you are.

Hi, sweetheart.

Hello, my love.

This is half your dish.

DJ Tomato and Carrot Style.

When it comes to antioxidants, we rock.

And in vitamins, we're the top.

I'm going out to get some air.

-What about Paula? -Her class is last, be right back.

Half your dish must be vegetables.

Half your dish must be vegetables.

You'll have to put on this smock if you want to be with her.

-Okay. -Come with me and I'll give you one.

Do you mind waiting here a sec?

All right... okay.

Don't worry, you can be together during the birth.

We'll be right back.

-Ok. -This way.

Can I have a drag?

Sometimes your hair smells of cigarettes.

Where's Martina?

I asked Laura's mum to stay with her a minute.

I've been with four women since we were together.

Two were a one-night stand,

when I was doing that course in Madrid.

Another was with a workmate. We only did it three times.

The fourth was messing around, there was no sex.

So...

I guess that doesn't count.

I get it, it hurts me, but...

I'm sorry...

So what do we do?

I don't know.

Look, both of us have... Right?

We carried on together...

and it was relatively okay.

Do you want a separation?

What about you?

No.

I'd screw you here right now.

You know what? It makes me so mad.

It makes me mad that from when we're little they brainwash us

to pull out all the stops for our dreams.

Know what I mean? If you want something, you'll get it.

"Where there's a will, there's a way." What a shitty saying!

It's so lame, right?

Really lame.

Wanting something is just that.

What if you want something and can't get it?

Does it mean you're a loser?

Am I worthless because I didn't sell one bloody painting at that trendy market?

So I'm worthless because I have no followers.

What the fuck is that about?

I never wanted to have followers, all I want is to paint, dammit.

And now I don't sell or paint.

At least I used to enjoy painting before,

now all this shit has totally turned me off.

All this listening to others. I should go back to painting for myself.

Sorry for bending your ear.

No worries.

It really feels good to talk.

How much do you charge for a therapy session?

I'm not a psychologist.

-No? -No.

-And what...? -I'm a social worker.

-Hi. -Hey, how are they?

It's a premature birth.

But the baby is okay and María is dilating well.

Do you want to go in and be with María for a little while?

-No, it's better if you're with her. -Okay, fine.

How do you feel?

Take it easy, son.

Take it easy.

I'm a bit nervous, Dad.

-All right, see you later. -Yeah, I'll go in.

-I'll keep you posted. -Don't worry.

Go for it.

What a palaver to get here with the strike.

-They're fine. -Really?

She's still in labour, but it's all under control.

Of course we know each other.

-How are you holding up? -Fine.

-Pleased to meet you. -A friend.

Another member of the family!

Oh, Lord. I'm so nervous.

-Is that it? -Yeah.

Great. Great.

Hang on.

Are you okay?

Nurse!

Nurse!

Nurse!

Okay, now please lower your head.

Stay like that.

It's important that you don't move.

Hold on to me.

Breathe.

I'm with you.

-Hi. -Hi.

They told me you wanted to see me.

-How are you? -Fine.

-I'm fine now. -Yeah?

Need anything?

A divorce.

What?

Oops, sorry. That's the epidural talking, no filter.

Are you okay?

I've been thinking the same all day.

What?

I was saying to myself, "What are you doing?

You've screwed up again."

First, I leave you at the notary's office.

Then Gari gets you pregnant.

And yet we decide to be together.

Then you suggest we get married and I say yes.

Because I love you so much.

But actually...

It's no more...

No more.

No.

I love you so much.

Same here.

Oh, I'm so sleepy.

María.

María!

What is it?

Come on, up we get. It's nearly time.

Already?

-It's time? -Hi, how's it going?

-Hi there. -Hi, María.

-Hi. -I'm Irene, the gynaecologist here.

These resident gynaecologists will be watching.

-Is that okay? -Yes, sure.

All right. I'll examine you like before.

-Okay? -Okay.

Hey, you've dilated really well.

-Have I? -Yes.

-So you won't cut my vagina? -No.

Now what you have to do is push, okay?

Push.

Yes, that's great. Great!

Good, very good. Can you help me clean her up?

Sorry, sorry.

-Do you feel okay? -Yeah, I'm fine.

I don't know where to stand so I'm not in the way.

-How about next to her? -Okay, thanks. Perfect.

-Did I really do a poo? -Don't worry, it's normal.

-I was at a wedding. -Really?

-Actually, my wedding. -You don't say!

-Congratulations! -No, I'm not...

-No, he's not the groom. -Oh, okay.

-Congratulations anyway. -Thanks.

Okay. Let's start pushing again, nice and easy.

Breathe.

He's coming and she's suffering,

so we'll do an episiotomy to cut...

Episiotomy? Did you just do that?

-She did this. -It's a small incision

to avoid vaginal tearing.

We agreed you wouldn't cut my vagina.

-No, you're doing a great job. -Please don't cut it!

Look, I have an idea.

-We can delay the birth. -No.

Yes, I was due in three weeks.

-Focus on pushing. -Give me a C-section.

You take him out, cut the cord.

We can't do that.

I can't give birth now. I don't want to.

-María. -I'm really scared of giving birth.

María, look at me.

You're about to be a mother, ok?

And now you have to act like an adult.

You're doing really well.

-Am I? -You're doing awesome.

-You just have to breathe. -All right.

Good, María.

-Good. -You're doing really well.

Really well.

A big push. You've got this, champ.

-Push. -Great.

Great. That's it.

Okay, I can see the crown.

-Want to see it, Gari? -Yeah.

-Come here. -Okay.

Look. See?

Give me your hand.

Okay. See this?

-This hard thing with fuzz? -Yes.

-This is the head. -Really?

Now squeeze a bit more, all right?

That's it.

You're doing great.

-Squeeze, María. -Great job, champ.

Great!

Now you can hold him.

Hold him.

Well done, María.

This is your son.

Hello!

Why is he so blue?

-It's normal. -Oh.

He's moving, breathing, has a good colour.

No need to worry.

Can I give him a kiss?

Of course.

Gari,

do you want to cut the cord?

Okay.

Here.

-Here? -Here. Press hard.

That's it.

Good job.

Great, huh?

Hi there.

Welcome.

Hiya.

Juanito.

I'm almost done, okay?

Finished.

Hiya!

My nephew, he's good enough to eat.

Hang on, I'll cover him a bit.

Hi, nephew.

He's cold.

Welcome, Juanito, sweetie.

Juan, his name's Juan.

But you know perfectly well we'll call him Juanito.

Right, Juanito? What a pity.

-Hey, congrats. -Thanks.

-Congratulations. -Thanks.

Hey, I'm the one who gave birth.

-I could eat you! -I'm going for coffee. Any takers?

-Not me, Dad. Thanks. -No, thanks.

Don't touch.

I feel like I shat a melon.

How many stitches did they give you?

In my vagina?

Six.

-Crap! -Yeah, and my arse feels...

Okay, forget it. To make up for it, we have a surprise for you.

-As we can't go to the beach... -The beach has come to you.

I wanted to bring a parasol,

but this fart wouldn't let me.

-A Tupperware with watermelon. -Yes, sweetie.

It's so cool.

Thanks.

-I love you guys. -And we love you.

Oh, great. It's sushi.

Gari, there's some for you.

I don't like raw fish. Thanks a lot.

-No, but we have chicken. -Oh, okay.

Here, hold him. Be really careful.

His head...

Hi, little one.

Oh, Auntie Esther!

- I'm Auntie Esther! - Can I sit down?

I'm Auntie Esther!

What's the plan now? You can stay at my place as long as you want.

You can all come home.

We'll play it by ear.

-Yeah. -We don't have a plan.

My flat has several rooms.

And I thought...

that maybe the three of you could move in.

-Wow. -That's not a bad idea.

Well, I'm not so sure.

-I already have a house. -I'm a bit tired of the loft.

I'll live there, then. You go with Gari.

But if you think about it, it's not such a bad idea.

All living together and rearing the kids like in a hippy family.

-Maybe it would do me good... -With Pablo...

Anyone could drop in. You can invite whoever you want.

Because you're cute.

Want some wasabi?

No, I have a haemorrhoid the size of a peach.

This big, a GMO one.

-Don't be so graphic. -Isn't he a bit ugly?