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It's been a month since you speak to me.

We can't go on this way. I can't take it any more.

I liked you better when you weren't real.

You spoke to me, I didn't have to clean up your shit,

you didn't puke or cry for hours like a psychopath.

But you are such a cute wee thing, Cris.

You're really lovely, Cristóbal.

So sweet. Right, Cristóbal?

But you have to admit you're a drag. Accept it.

You're like the basic version, with no extras.

If you just said "mamá"...

Mamá.

And couldn't you do that all over your stupid father's face?

I want you to know that whatever you do I won't ask him for help.

LITTLE COINCIDENCES

Created by Javier Veiga

Well, I'm sorry I can't help you.

You have to do something so I can exist.

It's too late for me to look for another father.

You should have been born first.

Marta is still seeing Chorizo Boy.

And I thought that what with looking after Cristóbal,

we'd be closer by now, but we're worse than before.

Doesn't it bother you to see this photo of a happy family

without me?

It bothers me not having a happy family.

I don't think we are a family at all.

Of course we are a family.

Why are you still here if you were born ten months ago?

That's exactly why. I don't dare leave you alone.

You're neglecting me.

I hope that when I'm born you try a bit harder,

because you're treating him like you were some old-school dad.

If Marta won't let me near, I can't help out.

Help out?

See how old-fashioned you are?

"Help out", "collaborate"...

Years of feminism and here we are.

Look at how high-flown you are, daughter of mine.

Look...

I forgive you because you're like me.

Dad, drop the excuses.

You should be doing 50% together with Marta,

even if she doesn't ask you to.

It's really yummy, look.

Mmm! Yummy! C'mon.

Why do you cry so much lately?

I'm teething.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Don't cry, don't cry.

Right, we'll stop for a while.

Why don't you cry like that with you dad?

Don't tell me you've stopped because I mentioned your daddy?

Great. Well, I don't know if this will create a trauma,

but I want you to know that bastard your dear daddy

arrived late when you were born.

Okay.

The next time he offers to sleep on the sofa I'll say yes.

Or if he doesn't offer to, I can ask Álex

to come for a few days to help out.

Okay, in that case, no.

Daddy.

Better if your dad comes.

The hostel is down the road.

Joaquín.

It's me, Josemi.

Josemi? What Josem...?

Jesus wept! But what...?

It's you, son.

Eh! Eh! Eh!

Don't even think about hugging me!

Are you angry because I've been away looking for my father?

No, it's because you stink.

But now you mention it; a year?

A year without a sign of life?

Well, I didn't find him and I went through half the list.

And they all remembered her but none of them fit the bill.

Well at least you confirmed

how much she cheated on me. Thanks a lot.

And now Judas wants to come back to his

fake dad's house?

No. I give up.

I'm going back to Carolina.

I just wanted to ask you if I could shower and shave.

I don't want the kids to see this. Eh! Eh! Eh!

You can go around the back and hose yourself down.

When you've got rid of all that crap we'll see.

Where's mum?

Here!

Where's mum?

Here!

Why don't you laugh?

I've been lumbered with the only kid who doesn't like this shit.

Where's mum?

Can I come in?

Hello.

Who's in here?

Hello, hello. Hello, hello.

Where's daddy?

Here!

Did you want something? No. Yes.

I don't always want something. Maybe I came to speak to you.

Don't push it. What do you want?

My 50%.

Lately I've been involved with my stuff, the restaurant

and I haven't been with Cristóbal, like an old-fashioned dad.

Well, perhaps I haven't made it easy for you

to help me.

Well, I'd never call it "helping".

But I wanted to invite you to the opening tomorrow.

If you don't come, I won't be able to do it.

Will you put me in the kitchen?

Look, I want you to know that...

I'm doing all of this, in a way, for you.

Okay it's for me, not you

but it's also so that I can demonstrate that...

I mean, I want...

I don't know what I want to do but if you don't come I won't open.

Well I have a little problem because I have a kid.

I could leave him with his father but that solution won't work.

That's what I wanted to make up for,

but I feel that when I say I want to help you,

I'm the only one you don't want help from.

I want you to do it without being asked

and I don't want to have to ask you.

Perfect, there you go, that's it.

That's why I have brought along a surprise for you - for both of us

that I know you'll love.

You bought me a present?

Come in please. May I?

This is Fernanda.

You bought me a maid?

Just for hire. I charge by the month.

Hey, what is this lovely little thing?

Who is this beautiful baby?

Pay no mind.

I'm a childcare specialist.

I don't wanna childcare specialist.

Excuse me. It's nothing to to do with you.

So what is the problem now, Marta?

I brought her without asking you. Isn't that what you wanted?

I want you both to leave.

Excuse me.

I think the baby has a full nappy.

Now that I'm here, if you like, I can change it.

Maybe the smell is the father; he's always in the shit.

Better to change him.

What you want is get away from Cristóbal's shit.

What does it matter if I do it or if Fernanda does it?

She's used to it.

It is my job, Sir, but it's still disgusting.

Please.

See you later. Bye.

Ugh!

What you get for being smart.

Mayday, mayday! We're losing height!

Oh my God! We've lost another engine!

There's only one parachute.

Save yourself. I'll stay at the controls.

Can you fly a plane?

It can't be much more difficult than driving an Uber.

When you're back on terra firma,

don't forget to give me five stars.

No, Nacho, I won't leave you.

I want to die by your side.

Nacho, I love you.

You might have told me.

Nacho!

How's things, boss? A nice little nap?

Hello.

Claudia, look, I think your divorce has come through.

No, no, Nacho!

No, please!

This is unbearable.

That's a year now.

It's disconcerting to see you there at all hours of the day.

And in your underwear.

What underwear.

No, don't show me.

Nacho, thanks a lot.

Why do I need to see your dick?

I'll have nightmares.

And my sister might come out of her room and see you like that.

No, your sister... Your sister ain't here.

I saw her go out a while ago. -Where did she go?

I don't know. To meet Javi.

She's doing the plants for the opening.

Okay. If you see her, tell her about her divorce letter.

And this is your last week in this house.

I'm giving you notice. I'm sorry.

Here.

If the letter had arrived earlier

I wouldn't have been sleeping with my brother's wife, just his ex.

Nice!

Don't tell your brother.

I'm not going to tell my brother anything; he'd kill me.

And your brother would kill me and then throw me out.

But he did just throw you out.

Nah! He's just saying that.

He loves having me here.

You?

No, no, don't get the wrong idea.

I don't know what happened,

maybe I was sleep walking or turned on,

but it won't happen again.

Here I am.

And the thingy? Shhhh!

Asleep in the pram.

I like it when I come to look after you and you go into

a coma.

Sorry for such a desperate call

but Javi has disappeared because of the restaurant and I can't take it.

No probs, that's what friends are for.

But isn't Giovanni a better option?

Well I've not been here for months

and I'm not going to have him playing nanny on his day off.

And Álex? He's got enough with his own kids

plus he's coming around to cook.

And your brother Josemi? I haven't seen him in months.

So I called my best friend and she said she'd come.

Great, because I really want to get home and have a shower.

Oh. Yeah, your best friend.

Marta, I'm not well.

You don't look fine. What's wrong?

Oh, girl, sorry! I feel...

awful. I had a really bad flight.

It's not the flight. You've been like that since you left Nacho.

Yeah right. I barely remember Nacho.

No it's that suddenly I'm getting scared of flying.

Fear of flying? Metaphorically?

Metaphorically? I'm getting scared of flying.

Look, Elisa, fear of flying is always a metaphor.

You're unconsciously blocking

something in your life that could make you fly.

Ah, yes? -Cat.

Yeah?

I was told that in the catering business the worst problem is that

the employees swing the lead when the boss can't see them,

but it's obviously not your case.

You won't let us do anything. You don't know how to delegate.

If you say what you want, we help.

I want you to get busy without being told to.

What I don't want to have to do is to ask you.

Okay, fair enough.

Paco, let's take the cover off the restaurant's name.

What are you doing? Leave it. Are you daft?

It'll be uncovered during the opening tomorrow.

See? If you won't be helped...

I will though.

You can bet that he'll uncover it tomorrow.

He won't delegate, he won't.

I don't know if there are too many

but then I don't know

how many flowers there are supposed to be at an opening.

There's a mid-point apparently.

More than at a wedding, less than at a funeral.

Speaking of which.

A letter arrived today confirming the divorce.

Oh great.

Well, sorry... I meant

It's... Wait a sec.

How did it arrive? In an envelope? At home?

Yes.

And in the letter that anyone could open by mistake,

does it have the actual date of the divorce?

I don't know, Javi. I suppose so.

Hold this will you.

Quiet.

Tell me if he turns around.

Hi. What's up? Me? Fine.

I was...uh...

taking out the post.

Why put it back in?

Well, I saw it was all for Marta

and I remembered she won't let me in the house.

And you? Spying on me?

No. I'm having dinner with Marta.

Ah.

Okay, there you go.

Give her the mail

seeing as you are allowed in my house.

Thanks, but I'm not so dumb.

I didn't think you were or at least I didn't say so.

I only asked you gave them to her.

If I do she'll ask me why I opened the postbox

and I'll have to say that I saw you,

and then Javi will be the topic of conversation all night.

I hadn't thought about that...

Or I could turn up yelling: "You have mail".

And three is as good as two, right?

Yeah. Like the dog in manger who won't let others eat.

You're like that with Marta. She can't put up with it any more.

Yeah.

Did she tell you that...

or is that what you'd like to believe, to get me out of the way?

She doesn't have to say anything.

How would you feel if your ex lived in the garden

controlling your every move?

She wants me to be here.

Did she tell you that or is that

what you'd like to believe so as to get me out of the way?

Why didn't you jump?

Because I know when you're gonna show up. So predictible.

Yeah? My sister says if you give up and leave

she won't be back.

She's bluffing. She'll be there in one, two, three...

How did you know that?

Because you're an imagined product of my subconcious mind that

manifests itself in corporeal form so...

Not funny, dad.

Though I don't like to admit it, Álex is right.

Marta needs space.

Well,

there we have it.

I'm not such a dab hand as your ex...

Cristóbal, if you don't wake up,

I think I'll be eating alone.

But you can't go today.

You have to wait... ...'til the letter arrives.

I know what you're going to say.

If mum finds out I got divorced...

...the day you were born, she'll never speak to me again. Rightly.

So I'll stay tonight and tomorrow I'll get the letter and go.

And now you're gonna vanish...

in three, two, one...

Predictible.

Where is he?

Has he gone? Has he gone?

Uh. Who?

Ah.

Cristóbal, who else?

Over there, safe and,

sound in his cot. Ah.

And where am I?

Safe as well.

You can stay on the living room sofa if you like.

Not today. My kids are waiting up.

But I accept your earlier proposal.

What proposal?

What you said about me

moving in for a few weeks to help you with the baby.

Did I say that?

Sure. Don't you remember?

No.

Eh... Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I remember.

How...? How...? How could I forget?

Er...

But what about your kids...?

They're away at camp all summer.

Oh.

So it's perfect, isn't it?

Great.

I'll bring my suitcase tomorrow.

Good night.

Did I really say he could come to stay?

About time! You're late.

Late for what?

Look, da... Joaquín,

I'm off, Carolina is waiting. Why did you want me to come?

So I can act like the dad that I'm not.

I prefer to help you find your father than to let you

go back to Guantánamo... with that witch.

I've arranged to meet several of them.

Sit down. The first one will be along in a minute.

How did you get them to come? I told them we're the cops.

What? I wasn't going to say that they

they might have an secret child.

None of them would have turned up: either that or I would have

to explain just exactly who I am. Which is worse.

I don't think this is going to work.

-Hello.

Inspector Valdivia?

Correct. Please be seated. Thank you for coming.

A bit odd to meet in a place like this, isn't it?

Can you show me your ID?

Look. We're secret police.

If I showed you my ID it wouldn't be a secret any more.

And I'm asking the questions.

Do you recognize this young woman?

And if I refuse to answer?

Well I'm the bad cop.

Do you want me to start asking?

Postman! The postman!

The postman!

It's for me it's for me, it's for me, it's for me!

Idiot! Give it back! No.

Oh! Oh! Shit!

No! Wait! No, no!

It's the invitation to your opening tonight.

Ah, great.

Sorry. I was waiting for my

food manipulation licence just in case

there's an inspection.

You've been a manipulator for a while now.

Hey... Do you want me to go?

"I'll bring a suitcase tomorrow".

Better not.

Today is not...

a good day for you to look after him.

Eh... Not on Thursdays then?

No, no it's not that. It's...

it's not a good idea for you to be in the house today.

Or any day for that matter.

I need my space. We've been over all that.

Yeah but I only wanted... Better to be in the garden.

And give this to someone who'll use it.

Has something happened to Marieta?

That's what we're trying to ascertain.

When did you have the "affaire" with her?

Was she a virgen when you met her?

I was. She wasn't; quite the contrary.

Of course I remember!

At that time I was playing for Racing de Ferrol

and when we came to play in Madrid...

Coming! I'm coming!

This one is for you.

Ah.

Marta... No, it's...

Shit!

Eh...

It can't be true.

Er...

Will you let me explain?

400 euros for a childminder?

She was here for 10 minutes!

Eh... Yeah, no, yeah.

Know what happened.

It's just that I paid...

a fortnight in advance...

because I thought that...

If I'd known...

Hey, well if you want...

I can call her.

Now? There's no need now.

How come there's no need now?

Because...

Javi, Cristóbal is crying.

Here's your letter.

And you can't come in the house, it's my space.

My smidgeon of intimacy.

Me and a guy from Betanzos met up with her one time.

In 1979.

I remember because we got promoted that year.

And you're sure it wasn't 1977?

Who cares if it was '77 '78 or '79?

November 12th 1977.

The day I was born. I think you should know that.

Do you have to know the birthdays of everyone at the station?

In '76, maybe,

but not '77,

Because I was doing military service in Melilla.

She got in the taxi and ten minutes later we're

parked up in the industrial estate sweating and groaning

with the meter still running.

And to cap it all she had a one year old in a carrycot.

You did it in front of the kid? -No, no.

We put it in the boot so it wouldn't see anything.

I remember! I remember!

I remember!

I remember! I remember!

If they haven't sent me the notification yet,

I'll give you another address.

I'm moving today.

Okay, write it down.

I'm hanging up, I think it's arrived.

If you want, leave the others here.

I only need a few hangers and a couple of drawers.

Hello.

At least the torture is over. That's the last of them.

We've gone through the list.

I'm not sure if I told you Álex was coming for a few days.

Mostly to help Marta with the baby.

She asked me to.

Er... yes.

I asked him yesterday.

And the suitcase?

You don't have to go just because I'm here.

Eh?

I'll go.

I'm not going anywhere.

These are things I'm taking for the opening.

I'll miss you tonight.

A little bit more than other nights.

Great you could come.

Nice to see you. Thanks.

Boss, you no begin welcome speech

canapés get cold.

Eh, what's up?

Do you mind if I let on that we're invloved?

What? We're not involved, dummy.

I know, but do mind pretending you're my girlfriend?

Nacho, do you mind telling me what you're doing with my sister?

Er...

Gordi, didn't you know? We're engaged.

Don't take any notice. She's drunk.

But you just told me we're engaged.

No, no, what are you saying?

I'm going to get a mojito. Want one, my love?

No! Well, a mojito yes.

Look it's not what it seems. Just...

Shut it will you. I don't want to know.

And I want you out of my house this very night.

Hello one and all.

Eh... how's things?

I suppose I have to say a few words before

revealing the name of the restaurant.

I didn't say anything. No need to clap.

Er...That was a joke.

Well. If you want fishes you have to get your arse wet.

And that's why I'm opening this restaurant.

Er...

From now on you are the critics.

I can only ask you not to go too hard on me,

even if I do deserve it for being a smart-arse wind-up merchant.

That was a joke too.

Er...

Sometimes my friends say I don't know how to delegate.

To show you that it's not the case I'd like Rafa and Paco

to come up and reveal the name.

Thanks guys, thanks, thanks.

Everyone wants to meet you

but more than that they want to try the canapés.

Let's go, canapés, c'mon, canapés.

Thanks.

Er...

Some months ago, someone said to me that

the perfect partner doesn't exist,

and that it's not predestined or written down anywhere

who will be the love of your life...or indeed

the business venture of your life.

It would be wonderful if the love of our life

was waiting for us somewhere,

that perfect person in that perfect place...

but I'm afraid that

in love...

or in business, finding what one really wants...means a good

deal of hurt along the way.

Which is why...

Half lemmon

Eh... Aren't you going to react at all?

That wasn't a joke. Now you have to clap.

Hello.

Hello. Are you alone?

Er...

Yes, no, well...

I'm alone now but my new girlfriend is somewhere around.

Ah.

Great!

You'll have found a replacement?

Me...

I...

I'm frightened of flying.

Since I fucked it up with you I'm scared of flying...

or of going out with other people,

but I suppose I deserve it... for letting you get away.

I don't really have a new girl. I just wanted to make you jealous

but I saw you and realized I didn't want to lie to you.

And I was hoping it was just a lie.

Another mojito for you, darling.

Well...

That's for being a dickhead.

Hello.

I wanted to say that...

I'm really proud of my brother...

and I agree that the perfect partner doesn't exist.

I don't have a girlfriend.

And if I did say I had one, I take it back.

And well...

I'm not frightened of flying.

And...

Long live the Medio Limón.

If life gives you lemons

you should ask for tequila.

You shouldn't drink...

Er... I shouldn't tell you what you should be doing.

It's just a shot.

I don't think he'll get drunk when I breastfeed him tomorrow.

To your new life.

What happened to Cristóbal?

Well at least you could come.

I never thought I'd be happy to have Chorizo Boy at home.

Sorry.

I'm glad you dared.

Aren't you pissed off that you you didn't meet me now I'm the

attractive owner of a fashionable restaurant?

Well it sounds a lot better than the know-it-all critic

who is attractive only when he isn't all snooty and picky.

What do think it would be like?

Would what be like? Er...well

Hello..I'm... Álvaro,

the owner of Medio Limón. Have we met?

And you are?

Lucía,

Owner of the Lucía y Giovanni boutique.

Lovely to meet you. Lovely to meet you too.

That's great because I need someone to make the staff uniforms.

Fantastic. They'll look great in the kind of stuff I do.

For sure.

And...

...can I get you another tequila, Lucía?

I shouldn't because...

Illness? No.

I drink them so that I can avoid the typical guy

hitting on me by offering me drinks.

Good strategy, but you could also

put some antiseptic on your lips in case he's the typical guy

who tries to snog you after buying you a drink.

Look, I wish we were Álvaro and Lucía

and it was out first kiss, but we're too far gone.

Let's forget the past and think about the present.

But in the present there's some guy in our house

looking after our child which makes me feel even worse.

And what I need now is space.

Now I am asking you for help.

If you need space how come you allowed someone in your house?

Well because...

Don't confuse me! I'm leaving!

I'm glad that I came;

and I hope your new life goes well, Álvaro.

Perhaps one day, we'll meet again...

then again, maybe not.