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I'm not saying it'll be easy.

But it'll be worth it.

Anything is possible if you try.

People blame it on luck, destiny, karma…

What always results in failure?

"I can't do it,"

"I give up,"

but never, "I'll keep fighting for what I really want."

Not fighting for what you want leads to…

failure.

What do you know?

Your dad gave you a job when you graduated.

-Laura's been auditioning for 7 years. -Between 4 and 7.

-Everyone's said no. -Not everyone.

"Where there's a will, there's a way" has its limits.

She'll spend most of her life working.

The only way she'll be happy is by doing what she likes.

Isn't it worth fighting for?

Fighting for her dream?

Yeah, but listen--

-Another round? My treat. -Yes, please.

So, Mr. Wonderful,

has your dream always been to write garbage online?

I write investigative journalism and use reliable sources.

-Seriously? -Three more, please.

You wrote Anxiety, stress and other fake diseases.

People complain too much.

And how about My moms are lesbians and it turns me on?

True story. A guy from Seville. Poor guy.

Get her in bed by convincing her you went to high school together.

Proven to be 100% effective.

Yeah, right.

Choose any girl in this bar. Anyone.

-I bet a round of beers. -Okay.

-The blonde at the bar. -You've been looking at her all night.

Okay.

Lauris, don't wait up for me.

Sorry, I spilled your drink.

-What drink? I don't have one. -Good, I'll buy you one then.

-Were you going to hit on her? -No. I mean, yes.

But not because I wanted to.

Look, I'll be honest. I made a bet with my friends.

A stupid bet that I could pick her up.

Man, I bet my friends I could pick you up.

-That's them. -I see.

Okay, help me out. I don't want to buy their fucking drinks.

-I have just the trick to conquer you. -Is that so?

A look.

Look.

I lower my chin.

I part my lips a bit.

Then I look up, as if I were

a bit disoriented.

And then,

boo.

Now you want a drink, right?

Perfect.

Oh, sorry.

-Hey. -Give me a sec.

I don't like this place. I'm in a hurry. Also, I need something better.

I'm leaving. Sorry.

Okay.

-What are you doing? Let's go. -Can't we stay here?

No, not here.

Look, man. Tonight I'm looking for someone to

have fun with, fuck, and never see you again.

What always ruins great nights?

The day after.

If you call, you're annoying. If you don't, you're a dick.

Then you meet their family and pretend you adore them.

-I hate that. -Everyone does.

Getting to know a person ruins the relationship.

Let's enjoy this night and never see each other ever again.

It'll be perfect. Nothing can go wrong.

-Quick, I have to wake up early tomorrow. -Fuck.

Are you scared?

-Scared? You don't know me. -We have a deal.

See you outside.

What about your friends?

These people?

I've never seen them before.

Hang on a sec.

-Run. -Why?

I just stole this helmet.

Hey, there's no rush. What are you doing?

Hey! Red light! Do you want to get us killed?

Are you always so annoying?

Where are we going?

What do you think?

Don't you want to get a drink first?

I told you I was in a hurry.

-It's a five-star hotel. -Hello?

-Forty two… -Let me look.

Never mind. Thank you.

-A wedding. -A wedding? Really?

Weddings make for amazing, fun nights. As long as you aren't the bride or groom.

Didn't you want to have a drink? Open bar.

Follow my lead.

No! I can't believe it.

My cousin's going to kill me. Can we get in?

Yes, if you can tell me your name.

She always said, "I'll die if you don't come to my wedding!"

And I don't want her to die.

Mohapi and guest. That's us.

Mohapi?

-Mohapi. -And guest.

Right, but this is a black-tie wedding.

Don't you hate having to dress up to fit in?

Mine fits me great. Don't you think?

It's cool.

This is awesome.

What are we doing here?

What everyone does at weddings.

Eat…

and drink.

Hey, how are you?

My God, it's been forever. You look gorgeous.

Hi.

Hi, how are you?

I'm the bride's cousin.

Cheers to the bride!

-Cheers. -Cheers.

You're crazy, you know?

-I've been told that before. -Excuse me, please. Please!

As the best man, I have the honor of giving a speech.

I really care for this couple,

and I speak on behalf of everyone here when I say that I wish you

the best of marriages.

Cheers.

-Cheers! -Cheers!

That was a shitty speech.

My cousin deserves better.

Let's see…

Hi. Excuse me.

Hi. How are you? Good evening.

I'm sorry, but I had to say something.

I want the newlyweds to know I'm very proud of them.

This couple is an example of true love.

They've overcome a lot.

It's really hard to find love nowadays.

To find someone

that loves you no matter what.

Someone who still loves you…

even after seeing you at your worst.

That part of you that scares you.

And we all know the bride's got a temper! Right?

Here's to a happy life together!

-Cheers to the newlyweds! -Cheers!

Now what?

Now?

Now's the best part.

-The bridal suite. -No way!

I can't believe it!

I don't even know your name.

Good. We won't remember tomorrow. I won't, at least.

Hey, it's that time of the night.

What time?

When you tell me, I'm pretty,

and you're glad you met me.

Oh sure, that time.

Brace yourself.

When I look into your eyes,

I get a weird feeling.

I like you,

and I'm scared of you at the same time.

No, don't stop.

Go on. The cornier, the better. Turn it up.

And

I never want this night to end.

Carla.

My name's Carla.

I'm Adri.

-Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.

What's up with your feet?

What do you mean?

They are weird.

Thank you. Just what a man wants to hear after sex.

Weird in a good way.

-At least for me, weird is good. -Really?

Show me yours.

Sorry, they're normal.

What about me?

You?

Do I seem normal to you?

Let me see your ass again.

-What's up? -Shit.

Holy fucking shit! I should have left two hours ago.

-Fuck! -Who cares? I'm pulling an all-nighter.

Congrats, but I can't do that.

Okay.

Wow, it was so much fun…

I love you.

Fuck!

Shit! What are you doing in our room?

-Is this your room? -We must have mixed up the cards.

Some things can't be changed.

-Don't get mad. -You ruined our wedding night!

You have big things ahead of you.

You have the ability to share your lives

in marriage filled with an incredible love for life.

Adri, run!

I will kill you!

-Well… -Listen, man, I had a great time.

Yeah, me too.

It's been a pleasure… all that shit.

You should run.

After the motorcycle?

No, idiot, they're coming for you.

Carla!

Hey, you!

NETFLIX PRESENTS

You have to believe me.

I had the best night of my life. That girl's awesome.

-You know what? -Surprise me.

I know nothing about her.

-I'm at an audition. -I don't even have her number.

Number 119, please.

I'll never see her again, and now we can't ruin

the best night of our lives.

Why is that a good thing?

It doesn't matter. You don't get it.

-See you later, bye. -Hey, wish me luck!

"Good luck, Lauri."

"Thank you so much, Adri."

Good morning.

What poor woman did you leave unsatisfied this time?

What are you writing?

How to be liked but still be a sourpuss?

Asshole.

Shrew.

I love you, too.

But don't tell my wife, okay?

Holy shit.

-Playground has double the clips-- -Clicks.

-Clis as us-- -Clicks.

Fuck, I heard you, Jesus.

It's Quique.

Less clips, less publicity.

Less publicity, less money.

Either you bring me new and fresh ideas,

or you can all fuck off.

That goes for everyone!

I have an article on refugees--

Damn refugees don't get clips.

-Clicks. -I know a drug dealer from--

If I hear "drug dealer" again, I'll kick you out. You hear me?

-Adri. -I'm working on it. Give me two days.

-I need magic, okay? -How about this?

How to suck his dick badly so he thinks you are learning with him.

Ana, read me what you have so far for your article.

"How to know if you're in love."

That's better.

But the title, well,

isn't very good.

Change it to

University of Michigan scientists

find a foolproof way to know if you are in love.

-The answer will shock you. -Great.

That's my boy.

Ana, read me the main points of Adri's article.

-But this is my article-- -Of Adri's article. Listen.

"You can't stop thinking about her since you met, and you're distracted."

"Your days seem brighter."

"You spent the best night of your life with her."

"Since you met, you can't stop smiling."

"You will die if you don't see her again."

Corny, disgusting. Real clickbait.

We'll publish it Monday morning.

YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE

I need to find her.

-She said it was just sex. -When I say that, guys never call.

-There must be a way to find her. -It's impossible.

What do we know about her?

Her name's Carla.

-Think a bit harder. -I don't know.

-For once, he's in love! -Hey, hold up. In love?

I just want her number.

-That's all. -Adri.

You're in love.

Don't worry. It had to happen one day.

The first person I fell in love with was my gym teacher.

Every time I went to his class…

What happened?

He was fired for being a pervert.

I'm not in love.

I may just be a little--

Did you check inside her jacket?

What do you think? Of course I did! It's a jacket.

There aren't that many places to look.

-And what about the inside pocket? -I told you--

Inside pocket?

-What inside pocket? -This one.

"Fluoxetine. Take one a day by mouth."

"Carla Colomer Montorio. Los Sauces Residence."

-I have to go there! -Adri…

Long live love! Damn it.

LOS SAUCES RESIDENCE

-I've got it. -Okay.

-Hi. -Hi!

I'm here to see Carla Colomer.

-Your name, please? -Adrián. Adrián Mallo.

Adrián Mallo… You aren't on her visitor list.

-You can't come in. -I'll only take a minute.

No, you aren't on the list.

Can I say hello? What? Is this hospital?

It's a mental health center.

A loony bin?

No shit.

Excuse me.

Los Sauces. Hello?

Sure, can I have your name?

Yes, Cuenca.

Can I get your ID number?

-Carla! -Hey, please!

-Carla! -Please!

Hey!

-Hey, come on, get out. -Give me a sec.

Come on!

Have some respect!

People come here to get well. It's only for sick people, okay?

Adri, are you sure?

Can we trust him?

I know how he got this job, believe me he can help.

And he had a huge crush on me.

How can I help?

Doctor Rodríguez… Rodri?

I am Laura Ordobás, from university.

Lauris.

-Call security. -No, wait…

You fell for it.

-Yes. -I didn't press a button.

There's no button to press, in fact.

-Who would even have one of those? -I don't know.

Laura Ordobás.

Lauris!

-You aren't the only one who can act. -Yeah, I can see that.

-You're still as pretty as always. -Well…

No.

I'm still acting.

-Great. -What do you need?

A prescription? Paroxetine, Sertraline and Bupropion are 200 euros.

-No. -No.

-Just for you. -No.

-It's something else. -Yes.

-Okay. Amphetamines? Marijuana? -No drugs.

Ketamine?

Look, what I want

is to get into a psychiatric center.

I need you to sign a report

saying you have treated me as your patient.

What you are asking is immoral. I have principles.

Which cost 1,100 euros.

Well, 1,000 will do.

Hang on a sec.

Fuck, Andrés.

-Andrés. -Adri?

Where are you? What about the article?

I was going to call you.

I need one more day.

I'm doing a report on a psychiatric center.

I am going in.

Adri, you can still back out. This is crazy.

Then I'm in the right place.

Swear you'll leave once you've seen her and talked to her.

I'll go in, play my part, get her number, get my happy ending, and leave.

-It's the perfect plan. Foolproof. -Break a leg.

Well, depression, lack of empathy, withdrawal,

antisocial disorder, stress, anxiety…

Everything. I've got it all.

You should have come sooner.

This is the living room.

The generic main room or whatever you want to call it.

-Rosa, the head nurse on this floor. -Hi.

Anything you need…

-Don't bother her, she has a temper. -I can hear you.

I'm not kidding, she does. Follow me.

The Los Sauces Residence is a private clinic.

-It costs 2,000 euros per month. -Fuck!

Is it cheaper if you only treat my depression?

No.

This is the dining room.

As its name implies, we eat all our meals here at set times.

And this is the backyard.

Whenever you need to get some air, relax or swim, you can't.

You can only look.

I'm kidding.

You can go out three times a day, on a schedule.

What's up with you?

I can get you killed.

This is the visitor's room.

-Is everything okay? -Can I have more soap per week?

-It's already empty-- -We can't give you more.

-This shitty soap-- -We'll talk later.

Wait for me here. Perfect.

Marta, are you okay?

Yeah. Spanish Golden Age. Bitch!

-Have a good day, honey. -You, too.

Whore!

She's lovely.

Here's your admission form.

Once you sign it, you're in.

And you can have one visitor and make one phone call per month.

-And it's important-- -The 2,000 euros.

Here, right?

Well, here we are.

There's a shared bathroom on every floor.

This is Saúl, your roommate.

Saúl, Adrián.

Hi.

You'll get along wonderfully.

Right?

Saúl, can you show him around?

-That's not necessary. -It's tradition.

The veteran shows the newbie around.

I came up with the idea myself because I'm really innovative.

Are you wearing a bug?

No.

Why would I?

I'll let you get to know each other.

Have fun, guys. See you later.

Always after you.

Reading room. Fermín, you should read poetry because mysteries are unsettling.

More patient rooms.

A hall. A very short hall.

Good drinking water.

Living room with people, games, computers…

All the interesting websites are monitored.

And the multi-purpose room is up there,

but they don't really tell us what's in the multi-purpose room.

That's awesome.

-I appreciate what you're doing-- -Who are you spying for?

No! I'm looking for a girl named Carla.

Do you know her?

I can neither deny nor confirm that.

You think you know someone, and then it turns out you don't.

Then it turns out they're someone else--

She's herself.

-Who? -Carla.

I know a Carla.

-She's usually in the painting room. -Thank you.

Guess who?

Guille?

No. I'll give you a hint.

We had the best night of our lives together.

-Dani? -No.

-Edu! -No.

-Jaime. -No.

It's me!

-Surprise! -Manu?

-Adri. -Adri.

But what…

What are you doing here? What happened to you?

I checked myself in.

To see you.

-You did what? -Yeah, a friend helped me.

It's a funny story.

But how--

The night we met, you had escaped from here, right?

Hence the rush.

I made it clear that it was just one night. Right?

Yeah, but that was before everything else happened.

No, I mean,

I don't understand what "everything else" is.

The other day, when I came here, I saw you with a nurse

and you smiled at me.

If I was with a nurse, I was heavily sedated.

I don't remember a thing.

So, you weren't happy to see me?

Obviously not.

What's your fucking problem?

Nothing, I wanted to see you again and get your number.

-Are you insane? -Well, everyone in here is.

But why are you here?

You're fine!

You…

-You think you know me after one fuck? -Come on.

Have you seen these people? This looks like the film Freaks.

-Listen, Manu. -Adri.

You fell for a girl that's not me. You don't know me, and you never will.

-Carla, please. -Leave.

-No, really. -Get the fuck away from me!

This is unbelievable.

-It's downstairs. -I'm getting my coat, thanks.

Have fun.

-Is he leaving? -That's what he thinks.

-Bye. -Wait a second, where are you going?

-Home. -Have you been released?

I don't need to be, I'm fine.

You cannot leave.

I'm not in the mood.

What are you doing?

Very well.

As you wish.

-Call the nurse, now. -Okay.

-No, you can't get out that way. -Nurse!

No knobs. The windows are like bank windows.

The only way out is upstairs.

There are two back doors, but they're locked.

-It smells like feet up there. -And there are 36 cameras.

Thirty-six cameras. We're on TV. Thirty-six.

-What's going on? -Nurse.

Tell them to let me go. I'm fine.

-Only the director can release you. -Look, I shouldn't be here.

-Checkmate. -I need to leave.

You're the one who asked to be admitted.

I changed my mind.

You signed over your guardianship with this signature.

What?

Only we can release you.

Your amazing signature says a lot about you.

One day I'll explain what these two strong lines mean--

I made it all up, okay?

It's all a lie.

How many times have we heard that?

-Every day. Remember-- -Stop.

No, it's true.

You have to believe me. I need to leave.

You can leave if you want.

-Really? -Of course!

Just improve your behavior, interact with the other patients,

and you'll be released.

Here it's the patients who evaluate the other patients.

I invented it. It's very innovative.

-Is it not? -Yes.

Listen to me.

I'm a journalist. I came here to write an article.

You can call my office and they'll confirm it.

-Load Magazine. -Hello, good afternoon.

I am calling from Los Sauces psychiatric residence.

Adrián Mallo is a patient here.

He is a marvelous young man,

but he insists he's a journalist at your magazine.

Do you know him?

Did you say Adrián?

Adrián, Adrián Mallo.

No, never heard of him.

You don't know him?

-Ana, it's Adri! -Guys!

Ana, don't do this! They won't let me go!

-He doesn't work there? -I'm sorry, but no.

I'm sorry.

Bye.

Ana! Please! Ana!

Hey, what's up?

I know you think we're all deranged, but we aren't deaf.

We're good listeners. What's wrong?

I need to get out.

This isn't prison.

Eventually, you'll be released and get out--

I have to get out now.

Right now?

See? No lock.

The Grasshopper left us this knob.

But it's a three-story free fall.

To this day, only achieved by Pablo the Grasshopper.

He's a legend here.

And did this Pablo die?

He broke both legs.

He dragged himself to his house. He did it perfectly.

He's a legend.

I'll do it.

-If I'm lucky I'll land in the garbage. -That's a great idea.

But the Grasshopper

also said that about the garbage

and he broke both legs.

So think about it because statistically you have…

I'm going to do it.

Yes.

I'll do it.

-I'll push you. -What are you doing, dude?

-One… -You can fly.

-Two… -Believe you can fly.

-Three… -You can fly.

And you fly!

I can't do it! It's too high!

-Are you fucking crazy? -I've been diagnosed, yes.

-I get one call, right? -Who are you going to call?

So, Doctor Ramírez…

-You're here for Adrián Mallo? -That's right.

I'm his psychologist,

and I think Adrián would do better in a more private setting.

So, you're a psychologist?

I just graduated. I've got fresh ideas.

Why do you have a stethoscope?

Just in case someone asks "Is anyone here a doctor?"

Obviously there is.

You are truly fascinating. Excuse me.

Tell me about yourself. Where did you study?

-At the Autónoma. -Seriously? Me, too!

-Yeah? -You must know Dr. Pedro Pascual.

Yes, of course, Pedrito.

I love his work

on the evidence and progress of empirical treatments.

Like I always say, "If it's not empirical, it's not for me."

Are those prescription glasses?

No.

-Well, that's enough. -Yes.

-We're done here. -Okay.

Laura!

-What did you do? -Well, she caught me.

I'm sorry. I need to perfect my Dr. Ramírez.

-You think? Fuck! -Excuse me, but I told you not to do this.

I'll never get out, Laura. Never.

Adri, calm down.

Calm down? This can't get any worse.

Your boss called. If he doesn't get your article today, you're fired.

The article! What should I do?

-How about write it? -Yes. Do you have pen and paper?

What? No. Now?

-Yes, now. -No.

-I have a casting. -Use your phone.

-Okay. Quick. -Listen.

Really?

-What? -Where do we throw the trash of society?

-Dude. -The answer will surprise you.

Madness. Look it up.

-What? -Madness. In the dictionary.

Can you ask Marta to listen to me for five minutes?

-I'm listening to you. -She says one thing and then the opposite.

Adri, would you like to join us?

We're here to help you. The medication will help.

I won't take any meds. I'm not crazy.

Crazy is a word we prefer not to use here.

Every patient here receives the therapy they need.

I don't need fucking therapy, holy shit!

Next, please.

-Hey, dude. You want to get out, right? -Of course.

First you need to get along with everyone.

Here, the patients evaluate each other.

-How can I do that? -I can help.

Why would you?

Because it's nice helping someone and I think it's a wonderful idea.

Next.

How will you help me?

The first thing you have to do

is take part in all the activities at the center.

All of them. You'll come to an event with me tonight.

You'll need this. Take it.

This conversation is now over.

Where are we going?

They'll come for you with all their might. You hear me?

But don't let them smell your fear.

You are a tomb. A dead tree.

Bravo!

I'm in. Show me your cards.

I'll double the bet. Four.

Risky.

Give me your pills now,

and we can skip playing poker.

-As an ex-gambler, you shouldn't play. -Ex-gambler, you wish.

What do you got?

-Flush. -No fucking way!

Take that!

I'm sorry, Tina, but I'm taking your pills!

-Full house! -Fuck!

Poker.

Give me your Citalopram, Fluoxetine, and your smokes.

Sorry, no condoms. I know that's what you use most.

Carla, I can hear you outside very clearly.

Why the fuck is he here?

-I'll leave if it bothers you. -Great, thanks.

But

you might want to see this.

You think you can bribe us with pills?

-We're crazy, but we aren't stupid. -Some more than others.

Is that Diazepam?

Do you have Rivotril?

There's a crate behind you.

-Good evening. -Good evening.

How are you?

Do I know you?

Don't bother. He couldn't recognize himself in a mirror.

You could talk to him for centuries

and he would forget it all five minutes later.

Is that true?

This is the first time I've heard that.

Hey, Adri, when was your debut?

-My what? -Debut.

A debut is the first time your

head spun.

I never had that.

Me neither. As far as I can remember.

Right, me neither.

-Hey! I'm serious. -Of course, my love.

Don't worry, you had no debut.

Don't you want to get out?

I'm counting down the days to leave this hell hole.

Why are you here, Tina?

I had a severe breakdown at work. I lost it.

-What did you do? -I am a princess.

-What's this asshole laughing at? -These commoners…

I'll take my cards and leave. I don't need this.

Okay, a princess, I got it.

-King and Queen, like my parents. -Did you have to show your cards?

-Fuck you, Tina. -Let's see,

I wanted to say we can help each other

get out as soon as possible.

Let's give each other good scores and leave.

-I live in a palace. -Of course you do.

Cut the crap. We're here because we need it.

You all look good to me.

You have no idea why we're here.

-I have to pee. Don't start without me. -Fuck!

Are we gonna play poker or not?

Try not to wash your hands 847,000 times.

Let him wash his hands as much as he wants.

Sure.

You're so silly.

What about you, Marta? Don't you want to get out?

Of course I do.

She wants to get with Víctor but doesn't know how.

With Víctor? Fuck. But he's a bit of a fusspot.

-Don't call him that. -How's it going?

-Any progress? -What progress?

When she sees him, all she talks about is her pussy.

Which your parents love to eat. Fuck the royal family, bitch!

Don't fake your tics with me.

-Be quiet, or they'll catch us. -Just tell him you like him.

-What? -You know, "Hey, Víctor, I like you."

Buy him a coffee or something.

No. No way.

No.

-If there's a will, there's a way. -Did you get that from a mug?

Can we stop and get on with the game?

Yeah, come on.

I have a better idea.

If I get Marta to ask Víctor out--

Excuse me?

Will you vote in my favor at the next meeting?

Have you gone mad, or are you just an asshole?

-If so, will you shut the fuck up? -You'll get all my pills.

Deal.

I haven't accepted yet.

-He's back. -Here I am.

-Did I miss anything? -No, nothing.

Nothing at all.

-No fucking way. Really? -Marta.

Tomorrow at 11:00 a.m., Marta.

Eat my pussy.

I think that helping Marta is impossible.

No, my friend. Anything is possible if you try.

What happened to your hair?

I smell really good. Smell it. Go on.

You can't help Marta, but you can help me. You owe me a favor.

Weren't you happy to help me?

No.

I'm giving you a chance to do the same thing for me.

Okay, smarty pants. What?

It's practically legal.

My roommate used to help me, but he's gone.

Was he released?

I can neither deny nor confirm that.

Take this.

And come with me.

-What do you want me to do? -Come.

Come here. Put this on.

Put it on and just go along with what I say.

Follow my lead.

Doctor, are you saying this is your diagnosis?

-It's fascinating. -What are you saying?

My girl!

I am so glad you are here!

Daddy's working.

He's working with Doctor Mole.

-Should we say hi to him? -Hi.

-Hi. -Very nice.

Daddy's almost done.

Well,

our diagnosis is exactly the same, Doctor.

It is in fact influenza.

The patient should take one aspirin

every eight hours.

-Should we give him some Jell-O? -Strawberry!

And some strawberry Jell-O, Doctor.

And it has to be strawberry,

or we will be very disappointed.

Strawberry, yes.

You may go.

-Hi. -Thank you so much for coming.

Thank you so much. Really.

We're leaving in ten minutes.

But you just arrived. Ten minutes is--

We have things to do.

-Right, honey? -Yeah.

See you. Bye, Saúl.

-I'm sorry. -Ten minutes?

Ten minutes?

-Yeah. -Hey!

We have ten wonderful minutes, Sara!

We have to make the most of them.

Of course we will!

Thank you so much!

We could play the shortest game of tag in the history of mankind.

-What do you think? -Yeah, come on!

The delivery guy needed an entire truck

to deliver all the shit you bought

with my credit card.

I said I was sorry.

-Please, stop. -How could you buy a motorcycle?

The doctor said it was an episode.

I'm sorry, Dad. You don't deserve a crazy daughter like me.

Come on now.

-You'll get well soon. -No, Mom, I won't.

Don't you see?

If you tried a bit harder, maybe…

For example, when I'm sad, I watch a funny movie.

Stop!

I'm sorry.

Thanks for coming.

-Are you kicking us out already? -No.

You can stay.

The scenery is gorgeous, and the vibes are great.

But I'd rather go to my fucking room now.

No, we're not going anywhere.

Then let me--

I'm sorry, visiting hours are over.

-There's no time limit on visits. -Yeah.

But

she needs her medication.

-Her Propalsomethingne injection. -Okay.

I have a question.

What medicine? I've never heard of it.

Let's get going, please. The doctors are waiting.

I won't thank you. You're still an asshole.

You're welcome, my lady.

You did it to get my vote at the meeting.

Of course. Why else?

This is for you.

-Bye! -Can you let us out, please?

Dude! I can't believe it.

Why does everyone look at me like that?

The look of, "Saúl, you're crazy. You can't be a dad."

Who could-- Do you have kids?

No.

-No. And why the gown? -Sick people don't wear gowns.

Her mom's husband doesn't think it's appropriate for such a young child

to know her dad's sick.

Saúl, give me the gown.

Hold this.

It's beautiful.

Why are you so happy?

No reason.

Are you happy because you think

helping Marta will get you released?

Yes.

It's a first draft. But at least it's a starting point.

"Victor, I need to ask you something. Please, answer now."

"Are you called Google? 'Cause you've got everything I need."

Do you want me to look like a fool?

It's funny.

It'll work.

Trust me.

"Victor, I need to ask you…"

-Stupid! -Again.

"Victor, I need to ask you something. Answer now. Are you…"

-Lesbian! -Nope.

"Victor, I need to ask you something. Please, answer now."

"Are you Google? 'Cause you've got everything I need."

You memorized it, right?

-Yes, got it. -Try again. No reading.

"Victor, I need to ask you something. Please, answer now."

-Are you… -Again.

Victor, I need to ask you something. Please, answer now. Are you…

-Again. -Victor, I need to ask you…

A question!

Breathe.

Yes, very good.

Say it to me.

Can we take a break, please?

Okay.

Listen,

I read that people with Tourette's can lead a normal life?

Yeah.

So?

Well, nobody comes to a psychiatric center to treat Tourette's Syndrome.

So, why are you here?

Because it's not easy

to live a normal life when everyone laughs at you all the time

and judges you because of your tics.

Bitch!

I spent three months in bed,

and now I'm afraid to…

go outside.

I was diagnosed with depression. Can we continue?

There he is.

Let's go.

It's raining. That's bad luck.

Rain is better.

-How is it better? -Haven't you seen The Notebook?

I hate romantic comedies.

-It's not a comedy. -No?

Bitch!

Forget it.

Remember what I said?

-If you believe you can fly… -I refuse to say that.

…your feet will lift you off the ground.

Here I go.

-Where do you come up with that shit? -Hey.

Come on.

Come on, Marta.

Good, Marta. Get them out of the way.

Guys, would you mind leaving us alone?

-No hard feelings. -Okay.

See you, Marta.

Off you go. One, two, three.

Some privacy, please.

Good. That's it, Marta.

Víc…

Victor, I need to ask you something. Please, answer now.

-Okay. -Are you called Google?

No, why?

Yes, almost there.

You got it.

I don't get it.

Victor, I need to ask you something. Please, answer now. Are you…

Azalea?

Bitch!

Bitch.

-Sorry. -Don't worry, I'm okay.

What did you want to ask?

No.

What's she doing?

What are you doing? Marta, go back! Hey!

Marta! Please, Marta.

-Go back. -Marta, wait.

-Listen to me. -Marta, honey. Wait.

Just tell him. No pretending, no bullshit.

Don't do what-- Listen to me.

Don't do what everyone expects you to do.

If he likes you, he should like you for who you are, girl.

What?

-Like crazy? -Like crazy.

You're nuts!

Come on, Marta.

Good, come on.

I can't believe I'm hooked on this soap opera.

Because you're as corny as that weirdo.

What are you talking about, princess?

Víctor, I like you.

I said it.

What do you mean?

I don't understand. You like me how?

I like you as in… I like you.

-I'm attracted to you. -Yeah.

I get it.

Good.

Good! That's it.

Okay.

I mean

that

I like you, too.

-I feel ridiculous. I've never done this. -No, I'm the ridiculous one.

-No. -Look at me.

No, you aren't.

We're a mess.

-Are they laughing? -It's going well.

-Come on. -They're laughing! Look!

I'm gonna kiss you.

Don't worry,

I just brushed my teeth.

Two times.

Two times?

Come on, Marta. You can do it.

Come on.

And I just washed my clothes on a two-hour cycle.

That's the one I use.

Awesome.

You might have to help me.

Yes!

-I can't believe it. -Fuck!

-She did it! -I told you!

Love is beautiful!

We'll vote for him in the next meeting and get rid of him.

-Unbelievable. -It's thanks to you.

-It was teamwork. -Yes, well, fifty-fifty, right?

Any plans later?

Later?

No. Why?

I'll pick you up at seven.

I did it!

They love me.

I told you I could do it.

What's wrong?

Hey. Are you okay?

My ex-wife has banned me from seeing my daughter.

She says it's dangerous for her.

And I don't think it was her idea. I think it was her husband.

-I should go to her house and take her. -Okay.

-I should kill him. -Don't say that. Okay?

No! You can't fall apart, okay?

You just need to

cheer up.

No.

Would you mind if I just stay

alone here in the room?

'Cause I'd rather be alone here in my room.

Of course.

Okay. Okay, Saúl. I'm leaving.

I can't cheer up.

I can't cheer up.

His ex's husband doesn't want him to see his daughter.

That's not right.

Saúl is a good guy. He doesn't deserve this.

What's up?

Will you ever tell me?

Tell you what?

Why you're here.

Bipolar disorder.

-Type 1. -Bipolar?

Is that when one day you are sad,

and then you are happy the next?

Not exactly. That would be rapid cycling.

Mine comes and goes.

Some episodes are depressive, and some are euphoric.

When was your debut?

Listen to you. You're a fast learner.

I was 13.

I ran away from home

and got caught sneaking onto a boat to see Pulp in England.

-No way. -All alone.

In euphoric episodes, you don't

think about the consequences. You just act.

The next morning you wake up in a war zone.

You set off a bomb, and people hate you for it.

Like your dad.

When I'm up, I max out his credit card.

And when you're down?

You know that…

some illnesses kill you.

In this case, you're the one who wants to die.

Party!

When we met, you were having a euphoric episode?

Yes, the beginning of a manic phase.

Manic means euphoric?

Yes.

I'm manic-depressive.

It was an awesome night. For me, at least.

Yes.

For me, too.

Adri, I won't

let this go any further.

-What's this? -You know.

You have no idea what it's like to be with someone who can't control her feelings.

But you are learning.

That's why you're here.

You sound like my mom. You have no idea how this works.

Maybe I have no idea, but I am sure you can do it.

The brain is fucking amazing.

The will to get better is more powerful than medicine. It's been proven, Carla.

Did you swallow a self-help book as a kid?

I'm being honest, seriously.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

100% sure.

Can't you see you're amazing?

And the master is by your side.

The thing is…

-What? -I had a great time.

But I won't let this go any further.

Here.

Finish this shit.

Shit!

Fuck, Saúl!

Come on, you can do it! It's just three floors.

It's just three floors.

Three.

Two.

One.

No fucking way!

Carla, I need you.

-Can't you take no for an answer? -It's not that.

The night we met, how did you escape?

-What? -It's Saúl.

He's out cold.

Come on.

Come on.

-He couldn't have gone far. -Where did you get that key?

-I fucked a security guy and stole it. -Yeah, right.

-You're kidding. -Come on.

And the remote?

It belongs to Neus, the security guard girl.

Why do you have it?

Oh my God. Nobody's safe around here.

It's always stuck. Open it.

God! He's so inexperienced at escaping.

Be careful!

-What? -Forget it.

God, I love driving.

You could go a bit slower, you know.

What? Are you scared?

No.

When I get out, I'm gonna get my driver's license.

-You're joking, right? -No.

Carla, stop!

Fuck!

Saúl, stop! Stop acting fucking crazy!

-Saúl! -Saúl, stop.

If you go after your daughter now, you'll lose her for good.

But if I get her, no one can take her away from me.

Going against them will get you nowhere.

Saúl, listen to me.

-You listen to me, too. -Please, Saúl.

-Saúl, you need to calm down. Please. -Listen to me, too.

-You need to calm down. -No, I need…

I know you need to do something.

-No! My daughter! -Your girl.

Your girl, I know. You need to explode, burn this fucking world to the ground.

-But this isn't the way. -No.

You don't want to wake up tomorrow

and see you fucked up the life of someone you love.

I can't go back without doing something first.

-I can't go back. -No.

We aren't going back. We came to help, not to stop you.

Let's do something…

something satisfying

that won't land you in prison, okay?

-Okay? -It has to satisfy me a lot.

I don't care which prison I end up in.

-It has to satisfy me a lot. -A ton.

-A ton, Carla. -I promise.

A ton.

Thank you.

I don't know.

What should we do?

I don't know.

I have an idea.

-Is this it? -Yes.

I'll make sure they're asleep.

It looks like they're sleeping. Come on. Quick!

Now.

That's it?

That's why we came?

Fuck, Saúl. Don't you want to do this?

Or…

-Come on, do something. -I already did. I…

Fuck!

-How about this? -Yeah!

-How does it feel? -How do you feel?

I feel fucking great!

Fuck him, Saúl.

-That's the attitude. Yes. -Fuck him.

-We gotta go. -I don't think my ex's husband has a car.

Are you joking?

I'm a diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic.

-I forget things all the time. -No fucking way!

-Is this your excuse for everything? -Are you satisfied?

-Hey! My car, you bastards! -Run!

-Fuck! -Let's go!

Stop the car, assholes!

Look at him,

sleeping like a baby.

You were great.

I know.

You're full of it.

But you know what?

I'm glad you sneaked into the hospital.

I like having you here.

The door.

Be careful when you close--

Relax. He's hopeless.

Doing anything later?

Given that the center bans after hours nighttime activities…

No.

No plans.

Unless there's poker.

-I wanna show you something. -We have to put him to bed first.

And whose keys are these?

Don't ask.

Come here.

-Are you afraid of heights? -No.

I come up here a lot.

I like feeling alone here.

I wanted to share it with you.

I'm honored.

Should we sit?

I've been mean to you lately. And yet, here you are.

I can't leave.

Did you mean it?

What?

That I can get better.

Did I say that? When?

-You're a jerk. -Of course you can.

-But you have to really want it. -Seriously, Adri? That shit again?

"You have to really want it."

I really want it. Of course I do! I…

How could I not, Adri?

I was so content

until you showed up

and told me I can have

what I can't.

Yes, you can.

You know what I think?

You finally connected with someone, and you don't know what to do about it.

-You're scared. -I'm not.

Yes, that's why you only spend one night with people.

You're scared of having more.

The night we met, you said relationships always get ruined.

Getting to know someone ruins things.

That's not true.

-The more I get to know you… -Don't.

…the more I like you.

Hey, this is a mental health center.

-Go to a hotel. -Sorry, Tina.

-No. -Yes.

This is the last time, I swear. Give me 30 minutes.

-That's it. -Half an hour?

Hi.

Hi.

-Wait. -What's wrong?

I don't think I can.

We don't have to do anything.

I just want to spend the night.

-Good night. -Well, in fact, good morning.

-I need to go to the bathroom, okay? -Okay.

Adrián.

Good morning.

Baby cakes.

-Come on, get up. -Give me a minute.

Good morning, pumpkin pie.

Morning, peanut butter.

Get up now.

Give me a minute, okay?

Has it been a minute?

Come on.

-Adri, get up. -Okay.

-I'm in a bit of a hurry. -Okay.

Get the fuck up already!

Sorry.

Sorry. I need to tell you something.

Forgive me.

Saúl is already up, and he's gonna eat all the Jell-O.

It's amazing how mentally ill people adore Jell-O.

I think being able to see through the food makes us happy.

Why are you looking at me like that?

-Nothing. You're all worked up. -No I'm not.

I'm happy.

Happy!

Thanks to you and all your help. Do I look okay to you?

You look fabulous.

-Really? -Yeah.

Want a closer look?

Isn't it a bit early?

A bit what?

Jell-O!

Talk about being a morning person.

Come on, folks.

Get the goods out. I feel lucky today.

Adri!

I have a great idea. Use this deck,

it's quieter than Carla's rigged one.

Okay, but isn't Carla with you?

No.

Nobody wants to come with me.

-Marta, do you know where she is? -No, I haven't seen her today.

I'll go get her. You deal.

Seriously?

-They're going to fuck. -Thanks for trusting me.

Carla?

Carla?

Adri!

What are you doing?

I need to show you something.

You can see the sea beyond the mountains.

It's true, come and see.

-Are you okay? -I'm great, better than ever.

Come here. I want you to see this.

It's right there.

-Are you taking your medication? -No.

No. I'm better than ever, I swear!

Because you told me I could do it, and I swear I feel like I can.

And that's why I can see it.

It's there, but I can't see it from here.

If you come up here, maybe you can see it too.

You have to come here.

-The sea is back there. -Get down.

-Hey! -No. Okay!

Okay, calm down.

Fuck, I just want to share this with you. I can see the fucking sea.

I need you to see it! I need you to realize…

Well, she's fine. It was just a bump.

She's been off her meds for days.

Hey.

Hi.

What's this?

Why am I on a drip?

Tell me you didn't tell her.

I'm sorry. I had to.

No.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

-No. -Carla, calm down.

-You had no right to mess up my life. -No. Nurse.

I have to start over because of you. No.

Adri, you told me…

You told me I could do it.

You told me that.

I never want to see you again.

Carla.

What's wrong?

What?

You tell him.

Your article was published online this morning.

-Fuck! -The trash of society, right?

-The girl from The Exorcist? -I can explain.

-I wrote this before-- -Don't waste your breath.

I hope you enjoyed your experiment.

-No! -Fuck you! And that wasn't my Tourette's.

-We're moving to another table. -No.

He's pathetic.

Saúl, buddy…

THE TRASH OF SOCIETY

So…

you were telling the truth.

To be honest, I feel a bit stupid.

I'm sorry.

You have permission to leave immediately.

One last thing.

Carla's accident

was my fault.

Do you know why I'm so strict with letting people in and out of here?

-To stop assholes like me from getting in? -In a way, yes.

But also because most people want to help their loved ones

and think they know how.

Look, I have two bachelor's degrees and three master's degrees,

and it may be hard to believe, but in most cases, I'm much more effective

than love, good intentions, and cheap motives.

Family members bring patients here thinking they'll get better. But no.

We help them learn to live with and accept themselves,

and that takes a long time.

Yeah.

We teach them not to pretend to be better so others can feel better.

Look, the difficult part about having mental illness

is that people want you to behave as if you were healthy.

Now, I need to get back to work.

That was good, right?

I know that things are not…

I get confused and I…

Since I'm not sure what I'm saying…

I just want you to be okay. I want you to be great.

Will your husband be okay with this?

I don't care.

I don't think this is bad for her, Saúl.

Is it true that you're sick?

Can I give him a Band-aid?

That's a great idea.

Excellent idea.

You're all better.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Look, this is a good friend of mine.

He's a spy.

Are we still friends?

Yes!

And I don't know…

I may be a bit paranoid, but…

I think you had something to do with the good in this.

You and your paranoia, man.

You're totally insane.

I can neither deny nor confirm that.

Is he crazy too?

-Sari! -Yes, honey.

He's crazy too.

He just doesn't know it.

Thank you.

Take care, okay?

Honey, would you

give me a another Band-aid?

Maybe I'll get better twice as fast.

As you already know,

not long ago, I admitted myself to a psychiatric hospital.

But you didn't know that I did it to save a girl.

To get her out and far away from the freaks

she had to live with in that place.

It took me a while to understand,

maybe because it's complicated or because I'm dumber than I thought,

that she didn't need some idiotic,

cheap, and outdated prince charming to save her.

I'd like to tell her that,

although I know we can't be together,

I'll always be madly in love her.

You may have guessed I'm no expert on this topic,

but I think I learned a bit from my time there.

Thank you.

So I'd like to tell you my story. Maybe it'll be good for something.

"…the girl I meant to save."

"I'd like to tell her that, although I know we can't be together,

I'll always be madly in love her."

Oh my Lord, my dear Carla.

What?

That's a load of shit.

It's not shit.

Gosh, he's a master of language,

grammatically and semantically…

-Those epithets-- -Epithets!

It's beautiful.

Beautiful?

That's the biggest load of crap I've ever read.

Where are you going?

To tell that asshole off. And you're coming with me.

-Read it again. -I am.

"If what I've said makes any sense at all and can help someone--"

We're all going.

-Gosh. -Are you crazy? You're leaving?

Yes.

Here they teach us how to deal with ourselves.

But we have to be able to face the world

exactly as we are.

When they release us, we have to be prepared for what's to come.

-She's flaring up. She won't stop talking. -Lithium.

That's a great idea. She needs tons and tons of lithium.

Tons of lithium.

We were thinking--

You are in. You owe me one.

We think you're having an episode.

An episode?

I'm not having an episode. I'm more lucid than I've ever been.

For example, Marta,

what will you do the next time someone laughs at your tics?

And you, Víctor?

Are you ready for a world that denies you soap?

Tina, shouldn't a real princess live alongside her people?

Not only to be accepted as their leader, but so they realize

that being sad is okay.

Whether you're a princess, a commoner,

or someone whose life is too heavy to carry.

And Sergio…

-What's up? -Me? I'm fucking great!

Let's go.

-Not yet. -Run!

José Luis, how are you?

-We need a diversion. -We should have done it yesterday.

-What now? -Stress is bad for my depression.

What bird is that?

Focus! We have to escape.

-I have an idea. -What?

-I got this. -Where are you going? Moron!

-Don't ever forget me! -I won't. Bitch!

Seriously?

I'm panicking, seriously.

For example, think,

"We're all going to die, but not today." And breathe.

-You can't be here. -Do you have any soap?

-Breathe through your nose. -Now!

I'll go with you.

-I'll go with you, and I'll help. -Whose house is this?

-You used it all. -Speaking of spending…

I used all my soap.

Azalea!

-Hippie! -We're busted!

-Shit. -What are you doing?

-Back in a minute! -Hey!

-Step on it! -That's dangerous!

-Careful! -We have a very important errand to run!

-Víctor, I think I love you a little. -Me too, sweetie!

-This is insane! -Be back soon!

-Call the police, please! -I'll drive. The clutch is tricky.

-Left. -Don't point to the right then!

Quick! Follow them!

One million clicks in two days.

You're a creator of dreams.

The most read article.

One million clicks in two days.

Give me a kiss, please.

It's not sexual assault with him, right? With the way things are nowadays…

-Saúl, stop! -Saúl!

-Hello! -Stop the car.

-Come down. -No, don't!

Don't move, you'll kill yourself.

We'll be back soon.

I'll pass them and…

-God! -That was an adrenaline rush!

-Oh my God! -God!

What we're going to do from now on is

publish articles on what's really going on with

feminism and all that bullshit.

Okay? Let's get those brains working.

Hey, dude! Move your ass!

-Are they passing? -Don't pass them.

First them, then us, or we'll die.

Seriously, sir, learn to drive!

The car!

I'm gay!

-What? -You're gay?

I don't remember. Who are you?

-Can I pass them now? -Yes, if you can.

Turn on my blinker,

accelerate a little…

Feminism. What else?

LGBTIQ equality.

LGBTIQ community.

Faggots.

-We lost them. -Rosa, please!

-We lost them. -No, they're in front of us.

-I can't see shit without glasses. -You wear glasses?

Since I was 13. I don't wear them, they make me look old.

Please, put your glasses on!

What else? Recycling and all that…

Ecology.

-But a word that's… -Pollution. Climate change.

-Climate change. -Climate change.

-Greta Thunberg. -What?

No. Climate change, no weird stuff.

All of a sudden we need five garbage bins in the kitchen.

You do it, fuck!

Keep going. Those are sunglasses.

Give them to me.

Muslims, Black people…

-Immigration. -That's a must.

Here.

Yeah, these ones! Let me see.

Look! You're right. It's them.

-There's too much stuff in here. -What are you doing?

-Throwing out paper? Seriously? -That's not right.

-I'll write it down. -Put that down!

Adri, that stuff you were into…

The stigmatization of mental illness.

Right! Wackos!

No!

Your topic.

-My topic? -Your topic.

What's my topic?

Him with him and with her, even with the hat stand, you know.

Nymphomania?

Nymphomanias. Plural.

-I'm not-- -Nymphomanias. There's more than one.

Not everything is black and white today.

I mean, today there are…

That's diversity.

-Out! -Saúl!

-Stop. -Saúl, please.

Time to sleep.

You must go to bed.

Stop!

I loved this.

-I'm gonna puke. -Don't puke in my car.

-Oh my God. -Stick your head out.

Girls.

Tina and I are not comfortable in the back.

You're a bad driver.

Quique, right?

You know…

Powder.

Drugs?

Exactly.

-Prevention-- -No, not prevention.

-Drugs. -Drugs.

Drugs. You could write it by heart.

Okay.

Hello?

Where are you going?

Hi. Good afternoon.

We're here to see Adrián Mallo.

-Do you have an appointment? -No.

But Adrián always said we could come whenever we wanted.

He's in a meeting, so that won't be possible.

-Of course it is. She's with me. -And you are?

-You don't know who I am? -No.

Forgive her, it's just a misunderstanding.

I'm royalty, okay?

Your boss will be mad if you don't let us through.

Royalty?

We're in. The future queen of Spain is too.

-Bitch. -All right, get out!

Don't touch me. I'm crazy.

-God! -Adri!

Pedophilia is now…

Crazy shit and so on. What else?

-Adri! -Adri!

-Adri! -Adrián!

-Hey, what did I say? Seriously? -Adri!

-Carla. -Adri?

Let them in.

What are you doing here? They let you out?

No.

So I'll make it quick.

Okay, what's up?

I can neither deny nor confirm this will be quick.

I have no idea.

What is this shit?

My article.

What? Didn't you like it?

This cheesy crap?

I almost puked.

I'd expect nothing less from this crappy magazine.

Hey, show some respect.

What's wrong?

He wants to know what's wrong?

What's that shit about us not being able to be together?

You said you never wanted to see me again.

Dude, I'm bipolar. I change my mind!

Is this how you love me? Is this how you fight for the love of your life?

That's really low, man.

This is what I'm doing with your article.

But, Carla…

A crappy magazine with top-quality paper.

And just so you know, I don't need to be saved.

-Not by you or anyone. -That's what it's about!

I fucking know!

But you don't need me to save you from me either, okay?

Okay, Carla.

Okay what?

You're right.

I don't need you to save me from you. I want to be with you.

It won't be easy.

That's my problem.

Yeah, but you'll try to change me.

And I won't let you

because no one can change me.

I love you just how you are.

There will be days that

I'll be euphoric for no reason.

I know.

And days I'll want to die.

I know that, too.

And other days…

I'll want to kill you.

No problem.

But the thing is,

some days I'll want to kill you so much,

-I might almost do it. -Stop!

-Wait, almost? -This will never be normal.

Yes.

Yes, to all of it.

Are you crazy or what?

I never told you I once lived in a mental institution.

Next time I see someone's sad,

I won't ask them to smile.

Or tell them that getting better is a choice.

If I really want to help…

I will let them know

that even if I can't understand what's wrong,

I'll be there if they need me.

You can come in if you want.

No!

Hang on a second.

Excuse me, do you have a pen?

Thanks.

It's 639-351-011.

Carla.

Okay? So you won't forget.

That's what you wanted.

To come in,

get my number,

-and leave. -I'll call you when you're out.

-Okay. -As soon as you get out.

-Bye. -Bye.

Subtitle Translation by Molly Yurick