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Losing a father is
painful

but even more painful
if you lose him...

while playing paintball.

That's why...

Excuse me, it's just that
death really affects me.

-Me too.
I liked Joaquin.

What do you mean Joaquín?
I'm Joaquin.

Oh. You're not the dead guy?

Dead? Bollocks, the dead
guy is someone else!

Sorry but all you Westerners
look alike.

-At least I was,
able to play with him.

That memory will stay with me.

That and the image of his
head all twisted

after he hit the rock
which produced the

vertebral fracture
that caused his death.

Thanks.

My dad and I shared many
things.

Too many.
I learned from him,

that some things shouldn't
be shared with your kids.

Or your friends.

Even when they're not any more.

I don't know what I can
tell you about my father.

That's not a cliché,

I just don't know that much
about him.

My brother and I
barely knew him.

There was more information on
his Tinder profile.

I'd like to take this opportunity
to ask you to stop

giving him a match and
asking him out

cos, for obvious reasons,
he's not going to show up.

My father abandoned my brother,
myself

and my mother when I was
five.

And that was the most important
thing I learned from him.

That I don't want to
lose my son.

I want to see
him grow up.

I don't want him to come to my
funeral in 40 or 50 years

to say that he didn't know me
and that he forgives me.

By the way.

I imagine you can't hear me,
but I don't forgive you.

Thanks.

Jesús can't be
Josemi's father.

No way. How can those three
be brothers?

They have nothing in common.

Yeah, not like Diego, Josemi
and me; like peas in a pod.

Or me with my sister,
we're like two drops of water.

LITTLE COINCIDENCES

Created by Javier Veiga

What?

It's normal that your father's
death has affected you.

I'm just the same.
But your dad is alive.

But let me remind you that I was
on the point of losing him.

Let me remind you I was about
to donate my kidney.

But let me remind you that my
brother did it at the end.

Yeah, but let me remind you that
he's my brother now.

And I'm not to blame that we
were incompatible, am I?

My father and you or the two of us?

Javi!
-Hey Marta?

-How's things?

Hey, hello, friend.
Hi.

-Don't you remember our
names?

Er...

If it's any consolation,
we never learned them.

-There's no excuse not to,
we're Marta and Javi.

Are you really called
Marta and Javi?

-Yeah, the name we gave to the
baby was inspired by you as well.

He's called Cristóbal?

No!

-Álex. Isn't it great?

-Álex for Alexandra,
she's a girl.

By the way,
where is your Álex?

Did I win the bet I
made with Javi?

What bet did she make with you?
-No, not with him, with me.

I bet you'd end up with Javi.
I bet on Álex.

Nothing personal;
he seemed like more of a dad

more responsible, a better person.

Just as well it
wasn't personal.

-I knew you'd end up with Javi.
You've got more chemistry.

Yeah, well I'm still with Álex.
For now at least.

Marta always says that you'll
end up together.

I didn't say that.
No, the other Marta says so.

Cristóbal is better off
with his father

not with Álex.
-Daddy.

Did he call me daddy?
He called me daddy.

-He wasn't reffering to you, it was
just after you said...

What? I'm his father,
not Álex.

-Daddy.

Eh.

Javi.

Javi, daddy.

I'm daddy, not Álex.

Great, I lost my dad and now
I have lost my son.

He thinks his father is
Chorio Boy.

Daddy!

What's up?
Oh!

Did I wake you!

Oh. Dear.

Anyway,
you had to go didn't you?

No, I can stay a bit longer.
Mmmmm!

Yeah, Nacho, but I've got a
flight to Sydney in a few hours.

Wasn't it tomorow afternoon?
Yeah.

But with the time
difference...

If you want me to go, fine,
only that my father just died.

No. I'm not telling you
to go!

Great, I'll stay.
I can wait till you get back.

Great.

Oh!
No, look, Nacho, it's...

I know you've been affected by
your dad's death.

But that's not a good reason to
come and live with me.

And what if I tell you that
David has kicked me out?

I've nowhere to go.
That is a good reason.

And the fact we love each other.

That's an even better reason to
live together, right?

But it's
really easy!

Jesús was a guy Josemi
and I met in a bar.

And it turns out he was my
ex's lover, by the way,

when she wasn't my ex.

Then later he was the boyfriend
of my daughter's best friend.

Who in her turn
is the ex of the brother

of an ex-boyfriend of my daughter,
who is also Jesús's son.

Who almost donated me his kidney.

Who gave my daughter a son,
who is also Jesús's grandkid.

So you were in-laws.

Well, if you put it like that...

And he was Josemi's father?

Dunno, cos as he's dead now
they can't give him the test.

Why not?

His sons can take the DNA
test to see if

they are
Josemi's brothers.

Jesus!

Javi and Nacho?

So we can find out
if Josemi is...

Oh, oh, oh,
thank you, thank you!

You've brightened up the night.
It's so...!

Excuse me.

Er...

It's gone to my head.

You know what's really screwed me
up? You've nowhere to go?

No!

Well, that as well.
It hurts me you think I want

to live with you cos of my dad,
after what he did to me.

Or rather,
what he did to you.

I don't want to speak about it.

You never want to speak at all.
I'm not surprised my dad left you.

Sorry?
I left him.

A little respect, Elisa,
we just buried him.

He was cremated.

I'm going to David's.
But he threw you out!

How can he throw me out when I've
just been orphaned?

He'd be a really bad person.
Nacho, you've gone too far!

The only thing I'm saying...

The reason to live together
isn't romantic.

Every time I get romantic
you say I'm soppy.

No, excuse me;
that's not quite right.

So,
why don't we hug,

watch "Officer and a
Gentleman" under a blanket

put the ending on repeat?
Stop. Stop!

God you're so soppy!
Look. It's over.

The next romantic gesture
is up to you.

I don't want you in the kitchen.
So what can I do?

Let's see if you can realign
the forks.

-Boss, death is sitting
at a table.

What do you mean death?

Er...

What's up, Joaquín?

Nice to see you but
we're all booked up.

Ah. No, I just need a favour
and I'm off.

But seeing as I'm here
I might just have a drink.

With some olives
and pork scratchings...

I need the table.
What is it you want?

Spit.
What?

Not on me;
into this jar.

I need your DNA to see if Jesús
was Josemi's father.

Look Joaquín,
I'm not going to spit,

there aren't any pork scratchings,
this isn't a 14th century inn.

Hold this.
Here, dad's ashes.

Do you want Health and Safety
to shut me down?

David didn't want them in
his house.

Paco can keep them
in the larder.

-Dead guy in larder?

You think this
Chinese restaurant.

-Paco, don't be racist.

But he's Chinese.
No, he's Korean.

-Rafa can keep them.

-No, Rafa can't have them,
he slept with my ex.

Your dad
slept with your ex.

I'm surrounded by bastards.
You slept with my ex.

Let's not get hung up on the past.

That's right. Think of the future.
Give me some DNA samples

for Josemi's paternity
test.

If it's negative, you won't have
to share the inheritance.

No shit!
Do I piss in here?

You don't have to piss,
just saliva will do.

Go to the bathroom,
let's get rid of him.

Eh, here you go.
You spit as well.

I'm not sure he's Jesus's
son either.

Sleeping beauty!

Someone to see you.

-David, I'm busy. Can you tell
that girl to leave.

-No, Nacho,
I'm not your dogsbody.

It's bad enough being
your landlord.

Nacho, I've come to
make peace.

It's a romantic gesture.

David, could you...?
Let's see, Nacho.

Elisa says...
-So she can and I can't?

-Please, Nacho,
don't be a numbnuts.

A woman like this doesn't show
up in your house every day.

At least not in your case;
you don't have a house.

-That's why;
this is really humiliating.

I'm a forty year old Uber driver,
orphaned and divorced.

My ex-wife is involved with
my best friend.

And my girlfriend, who slept
with my dead dad,

can't even be a bit
romantic with me.

So I'm squatting on some
Argentinian's sofa.

When did she go?

-I think it was when you accused
her of necrophilia.

That's why, Marta, I think
you should leave Álex.

What do you think?

Dad. Dad, you're grieving,
but that can't be an excuse

for mum to leave Álex.
That's unfair.

No, it's not fair that your
brother calls Álex daddy.

-Well, spend more time with me.
He reads me a story every night.

-It's true, and he's taken him
out to the park too.

He's taking over.

The park?

Shall we sit there?

Er... on that bench?

Dunno.

Okay.

No, I don't like it.

You don't like the bench?
No.

I mean the bench is okay, it's
just a bench.

But there are other
benches aren't there?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.

I just thought
it was nice.

Don't go on about the bench
Javi, that's enough!

Er...

Shall we find another one?
You called me Javi.

Yeah, but it was worse when
I called you Chorizo Boy.

Yeah, but it's the third
time this week.

Well, it's almost
Saturday.

The daily average isn't
so high.

Well if you want to change
the...

Yes, let's change the subject.

I don't want to speak about Javi
cos he's nothing to me.

I meant if you wanted

to choose another bench,
that one looks okay.

-Uh!

Bye, Marta!
Bye, Javi!

-Are you going to call
everyone Javi?

No! He's really called Javi
I swear!

His wife's called Marta
and his kid's called Álex.

Marta, stop it, it won't work.

I swear it's true

Javi.

Again?
My name's Álex.

Yeah but Javi
is over there.

What do you mean what stories
do we tell him?

What stories do you tell him .
Can I see your poo?

You want to see my poo?

That's the name of the story.

"Can I see your poo".
A little bunny goes through the

woods looking at the other
animals nappies and finds shit.

And the little bunny learns that he
can use his potty.

Ah, how sweet

There wasn't anything less
scatalogical, right?

Well, your son loves it.
Every time the bunny finds

some shit,
Cristóbal wets himself.

He wets himself.
Cos it's a shit story.

No, it's a story about shit
and it's educational.

And what about "Rid Riding Hood"
or "The Three Little Pigs"?

Psychologists
don't recommend them.

Do you think it's normal to read
to a kid about wolves at bedtime?

No, maybe he'll shit in fright.
Better if the rabbit does it.

Álex is just trying to do the
best for Cristóbal.

That's what I'm here for,
I'm his dad, not Álex.

-Daddy.

I'm gonna take Cristóbal
into the shade.

C'mon, chubby cheeks.

Marta, seriously,
this isn't good for Cristóbal.

He can't have two dads.

Josemi had two dads.
And look what happened.

Cris has only got one dad.
And what do you want me to do?

To leave Álex.
So Cristóbal leaves Álex.

ALex to stop acting like he
was the father.

Okay I'll tell Álex not to be so
affectionate with Cris,

no more stories,
no more hugs

and not to feed him when I can't
take it any more.

Thanks.

I was being ironic.

I don't think it's funny.
I can't stand it.

I can't stand him reading him
stories about shit.

I don't want him to call
my kid chubby cheeks.

Call Social Services and report
him for bullying.

I might well do that,
but give me the book at least.

Give me that shit.
The what?

That stuff about shit, I'm
gonna throw it away.

Let's see.

But...

But what is this shit?

The bag of dirty nappies,
all the shit.

I'm scared to see
what's inside.

You shouldn't care.
What does it matter?

All that matters is what's
here.

The heart is on the
the other side.

I know.

We have two
of everything.

Two eyes, two ears,
two lungs, two hands.

But one heart.

So that this space is
left empty,

so it's where you keep all
the people you love.

So what use is the
heart?

To pump blood.
You think that's not important?

But this is the heart that
you need to work on.

You have to look after it,
to feel it.

Put your hand on it.

I meant your chest.

Oh!

Ah!

Sorry, I got confused!
Well well, Joaquín!

Yesterday a kiss,
today you're touching my chest.

I'm dying to know what you'll
do to surprise me tomorrow.

Everyone stop!

I have the paternity test results.
They've all left.

And who are you?
-He's my father.

Er...

Did you say I'm your father?

I renounced the inheritance.

I realized something

that you've been telling me and
that I couldn't see.

You're gay?
What?

No, I mean that whoever is my
biological father

isn't important, what matters is
the one who was always there for me.

My Dad.

I've also learned something.

We all have two eyes,
two lungs,

two kidneys; well I have one,
but you have two.

I have one, I gave you the other.

Don't confuse me!

What I wanted to say

is that it doesn't matter what's
in this envelope.

Because I carry you
here inside.

Josemi.

Isn't the heart on the
other side?

-Who cares where the
heart is?

Hug each other,
that was really beautiful.

Hello, hello.

What's that?
My father's ashes.

And you bring them to the park?

I just came from reading the
will and they were left to me.

I wasn't going to leave them here.
We'll put them underneath.

So you can play with granddad.

Not there,
please, Marta!

Okay, okay, sorry.
What are they like.

Here.

A present for Cris.

"Peter Pan"?

Yeah, he's bound to like
this one more.

Sure, it's about his dad.
Very funny.

You are Wendy, the girl who grows
up and becomes a woman.

And is that a bad thing?
I don't know.

I thought you were more
like Tinker Bell.

What with all those
romantic stories,

I can see you in Never Never Land.

In order to be Tinker Bell,
I'd need some fairy dust.

And here I am cleaning up the
shit of a lost child.

If you don't have any fairy dust,
it's not Peter Pan's fault

it'll be cos of Captain Hook,
I mean Chorizo Boy.

Fine, well you can remain there
in Neverland,

a phrase that defines the future
of our relationship.

Marta, sorry but you speak as if
life consists of cleaning up

shit but I say that one can be a
parent without renouncing the past.

Well, maybe you haven't cleaned up
enought shit.

We can share the shit.
Why can't we do it together?

Cos we're selfish and obsessed
with ourselves.

And Cristóbal is the
important one now.

He's hardly the star of the show.
He can't even talk.

He'd be rubbish as
the star.

He's the child of the
lead characters,

a good character,
but not the star.

What I want is to see you there
on the screen.

That's why I fell in love with you.
But we're parents now.

And that doesn't mean leaving.
But we're not a good team

cos we're both so selfish.
If this conversation lasted

five minutes more,
we'd forget he was there.

Who?

What do you mean who? Cristóbal.
See what I was saying?

Yeah, but he's not over there,
he's here.

See what I mean?

Will you let go,
people are staring?

No, I don't have a problem
cos we're a good team.

Ok, so we won't let go.
What shall we do?

If you want we can have another kid
so we can have a push chair each?

Like idiot parents.

When they have a bad courtship,
they get married

and when the marriage goes awry
they have a kid;

and when they are about to divorce,
another one.

We're not married and didn't have
a kid to solve anything.

We're allowed to make one blunder.

Javi.
Daddy.

Did he say daddy?

He said daddy when
you said Javi.

He said daddy.

He said da...
It's not Cristóbal.

Are you sure?
Don't be daft, it's a girl.

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

Yes, ha ha ha!

I knew it, ha!

I knew it, I knew it!

I told you!

Well, perhaps I didn't tell you,
but I knew.

Yes.

What are you doing up there?

It's all I was left in
the will.

Jesús insisted
I got it.

But don't you think that's
an unimportant detail?

Hey, I don't...

It's odd.

Sorry,
it was ridiculous.

I knew Jesús
wasn't your father.

What would you know?
If the dates were right.

And I have the Rubirosa birthmark
on my ass.

What birthmark?
I did that to you!

What?
I did.

I'm just embarrassed to
tell you the story.

When you were two,
on the beach at Benalmádena,

I didn't see you and put out

a cigarette on your ass thinking
it was sand.

Christ! I didn't realize
you were there.

You've never realized that
that I'm here.

I started the day with two dads
and now I've ended up with none.

Let's go.

We were just here and the pram...
Sorry, sorry!

That's them!
-Them!

The push-chairs are the
same and we got mixed-up.

The girl's fine,
she's asleep.

Are you okay Cris,
are you alright my love?

Are you okay?

They must have drugged her,
arrest them, they're insane!

What?
-They're obsessed with us.

We were all in pre-natal class
and now they're following us.

-They're kidnappers!
They're polygamous.

-Is that true?
I do have a boyfriend, but...

The kidnapping.
Is the baby yours?

Of course it ours!

-No way. Look at the push chair,
they've got drugs.

What drugs?
It's my father.

-Your father's drugs?

What drugs? No!
They're my father's ashes.

What are they doing there?
Well, you see...

He died a few days ago
and I picked them up just now.

-I bet he killed him!

What are you talking about?
No.

It was an accident,
when we were paintballing.

He was going to introduce his son,

her broth... my bro...
Our brother.

-Yours or hers?
Both.

You see her father had an affair
with my mother.

-See?
Degenerates!

-It's really weird.
Your ID and the birth certificate.

No one carries around
a birth certificate.

How do I know it's your child?
Well...

I can prove it.

Álex.

-Daddy.

-Is Álex you or the baby?

Álex is my boyfriend.

That's enough. To the station.
No. Wait.

Come here, please;
closer.

Look.

See the birthmark on his ass?
His father's got one too.

Mayday, mayday,
we've lost both engines.

We're losing height.
Take over the controls.

But what...

No. Nacho!

Nacho, where are you?

Don't worry, I've got
two parachutes this time.

Not for us though.

For them.

No!

No, Nacho!

Nacho!

Ah!

Nacho, Nacho!

Look who's here...

I dunno.

I'm going to my room, I'm not
playing dogsbody.

-Now you want to come back cos
I've inherited a big estate.

-So why are you still
living here?

-It's in the Gredos hills,
there's no work there for my Uber!

Nacho, I couldn't give a shit
about the estate.

You are what matters to me.

We deserve an ending like
in "An Officer and a Gentleman".

Are you getting all
soppy now?

It's cos deep down,
I'm pretty soppy.

I love being with you,
looking at you, laughing with you.

Shagging.

But I know you have a desire that
I won't be able to satisfy.

But we've done all the
filthiest things possible.

I'm not talking about that, numpty.

Nacho, I don't want
to have kids.

I know that you...
I don't want kids either.

I had a vasectomy
after Nachete was born.

What? Why didn't you
tell me before?

I'm taking the pill.

I told you months ago to
stop taking it.

So I'd get pregnant.

This sounds like another excuse
cos your scared to be with me.

You think I'm scared?

Nacho...
Stop, Elisa, don't play games.

This is a whim and you'll
regret it later.

Do you think this is proof enough
that I've thought it through?

Nacho, will you be
my co-pilot?

Will you marry me?

-Yes, say yes, please,
I beg of you, say yes!

-Of course I will.
Why wouldn't I?

-Yes, yes, finally!

At last, at last!
At last he's leaving!

No, no, no!

That's my room!

Guys, no, no, no!

Maybe we shouldn't
tell

Cristóbal about this
when he's older.

What is it we shouldn't
tell him?

That we almost lost him
in a park or that you ended up

in the police station after showing
your ass to a cop.

That his parents were on the
verge of splitting up.

Javi, drop it.

Let's see.

Wasn't today the
absolute proof

that the pair of us
are not a good team?

Maybe we are, but we're playing
the wrong game.

That's just one of your
meaningless sayings.

You used to love it when I made
up meaningless sayings.

Javi...
Daddy.

He said daddy.

Did you say daddy?

You said daddy.

You said daddy, didn't you?

He said daddy.

This is the best ending
to the day.

I'm going to go in before
we ruin it.

Here.

Eh...

Marry me.

What?

I'm serious.

In the last few days you asked
me to leave Álex,

to have another kid,
threatened to go to Social Services

and now you ask me to
marry you.

What are you going to ask for
tomorrow? A suicide pact?

So say yes, cos suicide
is a bit of a faff.

You've had a thousand opportunities
to ask me to marry you.

And I would have said yes
every time.

And you ask me now
so that when I say no

and you can feel good
cos you can blame me.

No, Marta, it's not like that.
Yes.

It's a textbook move to
run away.

maybe it is from the textbook,
but it's not an escape attempt.

I've messed up a million times
with you; but loving you.

All the things I've done
I loved you all along.

All the things I fucked up
I did them while loving you.

Well, look. I dunno.
Maybe you did.

Maybe all your fuck-ups
were done with love.

But this is because you're scared.

I don't know if you're scared of
losing me or Cristóbal

or ending up alone, like your dad,
but it's not love.

Javi.

I think it's best we don't see
each other for a while.

We'll arrange things
so you can still see Cristóbal.

But I need some time
without seeing you.

I think it's best for
the three of us.

You and me don't know how to be 3.

That's a meaningless saying too.

And one that sounds bad.