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Hi everyone.

Have you missed me?

I haven't been online for a long time

because I was in the hospital for a month and a half.

I was working and suddenly I could hardly breathe...

They took me from the outpatient clinic to the hospital in an ambulance.

And I was there for a month and a half,

but I can't stop smoking, no way.

OK...

The doctors told me I need to change my habits.

Not so many pastries and slices of bread...

Change my habits.

And look what I bought.

This is what they told me I need to eat, pineapple.

I bought some skimmed milk.

I don't like it, but I'll try to drink it.

Lentils, they told me that they're good for me too.

I have to change all my habits...

Stop snacking so much.

But look what I got without meaning to...

You think this is normal?

I bought chorizo for the lentils.

I'm feeling hungry already and I didn't even start my diet yet.

And here's the worst part.

I bought them because they're going to be my last.

Cigarettes, I'm starting today.

I made a promise to myself.

The doctor told me that...

either I quit smoking or I'll be going to my grave.

It's either it or me.

What do you think?

Look, I'm just talking and I'm gasping for air.

And I'm not even smoking, but I'm going to get a cigarette right now

because it'll be the last one I smoke.

Look, honey, look how beautiful!

Makes me want to not kick the habit.

Anyway, I'm going to smoke it.

It's so good, girl.

It's so good...

I'm laughing because you know I'm a big joker, but I'm scared.

With your cig burn my back. Under that skirt what is that?

Maybe two butt cheeks, maybe a thong, maybe a manga.

I can't get enough of the two of us.

It's like I'm tripping on your sex, it's like I'm super-high.

I can't take anymore, I can't stop,

I think I'm going to come right now...

Rubén, revenge.

A look of revenge.

A little more.

Make a face like I'm a diva and nobody walks on me.

-Do I look pissed off? -Always a diva, never "un-diva".

More serious. More "I'm here and I'm the only one."

Did you know that a man was burned here?

-No. -What do you mean, "no"?

They found a man in chains

who had been burned alive.

Imagine what it's like to be chained up and not able to move,

to be doused with gasoline and be burned.

Do you know what that must feel like?

When the Civil Guard found him, he was so badly burned

that the only thing left of him were his teeth.

Drugs, money, Magaluf...

They burned him alive.

Rubén, man, you have no idea of how to play dead.

Shut the fuck up. Look at the damn photos and you'll see my style.

Rubén, can't you pose right?

Hang on.

I mean, you're supposed to be dead, but this is so... next.

-I look amazing. -You don't look amazing.

I like them, send them to me.

Lay here, like this, like you're dead.

Gross!

Give me your hand, hold it like this, like you just did a line.

-But I'm like asleep, right? -No, you look that way.

-Just like that. -Okay, Rubén.

-Like I'm... -Like that, like that...

Fuck, she looks like she's really dead, that's so creepy.

Take some more, I'm going to play dead again.

Come on, burnt to a crisp.

Burnt to a crisp, he says... Son of a bitch...

Out of a hundred photos you took, you're going to look good in three.

-I like this one too. -I don't.

I like the ones from further away more.

-Yeah, I like this one a lot too. -This one too.

My fucking eyes.

I'm sure they'd hire you.

To do an ad about being out of my fucking mind.

You look really gay in all of them. I don't know if they'll call you.

-If they call me, it'll be for stuff... -...gay stuff.

Rubén. Yes, all capital letters.

RUBÉÉÉÉÉN!

Go to hell.

Please remain seated and with your seatbelt fastened

until the plane comes to a complete stop.

It has been a pleasure to attend you on this flight...

Dad?

How are you?

Yes, I just landed.

I'm going to catch the bus and I'll be there.

Did you wind up opening today or what?

I will dad, I'll help you when I get there.

See you soon.

I've been smoking less because I was in the hospital.

-Why were you hospitalized? -Because of my oxygen level.

At the hospital, when it got dark I would sneak out.

I would tell the nurses

that I was going to get a cup of coffee.

And I would sneak a few puffs and it made me feel really good.

But now I'm scared.

And I think I need someone to help me,

because I can't do it on my own.

I want you to look here at the tip of my middle finger.

You'll see that as I move my hand closer, your body will start to sway,

as if you were a clock pendulum.

You won't go to sleep, but you will feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier

and your body's swaying will become more and more enjoyable.

It's almost automatic: the closer my hand gets, the heavier your eyes get.

I'm going to touch your forehead now, and when I do, your eyes will close.

You will start to let yourself go and relax more than you already were.

Now make sure to keep your eyes closed and still.

You're going to focus on your desire to stop smoking

and feel you're becoming more and more sure about why and how you want to feel

once you've been smoke-free for days, weeks and months.

Five...

With each word, the feeling gets more pleasant and heavier.

Your body barely has any strength left.

You try to keep your breathing smooth and comfortable.

Four...

Everything that was hard before will now be easy and relaxed.

Three...

More accessible, more comfortable.

Francisco.

I need to talk to you today.

I don't know what to do...

I miss you so much, darling.

I can't move ahead by myself, I can't...

I wasn't going to say anything, but I know you get pissed off sometimes.

What I want to say is that if I remove your clothes from the closets

don't start knocking over paintings,

or slamming doors.

It's...

It's because I have no choice.

If you'd left me in a better position...

If only you'd left me a little money so I wouldn't

have to rent anything.

So don't get any ideas about knocking over paintings or slamming doors

or being a pain in the ass, you know I'm very "apprehensible".

Well, that's enough, dear.

You look just like Antonio Banderas, just like him.

That used to make you really happy.

Okay, that's enough, no more nonsense, I'm feeling sad today.

This is the room for rent.

You caught me off guard because I was expecting you tomorrow,

but anyway, I think it's fine for you.

This is your fan.

I have air conditioning, but only in the living room.

This is for if you want to bring someone home one day.

But you're not a big Don Juan, are you?

Don't worry, I won't be bringing any women.

-You're somebody normal. -I'm a normal, hard-working person.

I go to work during the day and I'll just come back here to sleep.

Well, I like your face. You look like a good person.

Thank you.

This is the bathroom, look...

I'll leave this cabinet for you, for you to keep your toiletries

and I'll use this other one.

You can fill the bathtub with warm water

and relax when you come back from work and you can think about your affairs.

Or play with yourself if you want.

You're going to feel right at home here and I'll be like your mother.

Alright...

-If you behave. -Yes.

All the filth is just another one of the consequences of what we experience

at night on Magaluf's most conflictive street.

This is Punta Ballena. This is Magaluf. The same thing as every year.

On weekends, during the week... The same as always.

The local shopkeepers also confirm it: everything in Magaluf is still the same.

Plus, they also say that the start of this season has been very slow.

This is the image of Punta Ballena on a Sunday morning.

The cleaning services find tourists

who haven't been able to return to their hotel.

The high season has already begun in Magaluf, just two weeks ago,

and nightly excesses continue to be the usual trend.

The people who work in the area confirm it.

We thought we'd seen everything,

that the chaos in Magaluf had hit the ceiling,

but today the British press opened our eyes once again

with a video that has gone viral.

The Daily Mail posted this video where a dwarf whips a young man

during a bachelor party while the authorities

fail when they try to restrain the drunken Brits.

Another English newspaper published in a scoop

that the female star of the fellatio video

is looking for work in Magaluf.

And this is what Punta Ballena looks like on a Saturday night.

There are thousands of British tourists who come here to drink

and leave all their inhibitions back home.

-Will we ever get on that one day or not? -Are you high?

No way in hell am I going up there. So fucking scary! No, no...

Imagine the cable breaks and we fly right the fuck off.

No way!

Look, try to hit the blond, spit on her.

-Spit? -Yeah, see if you can hit her.

Wait.

Go on!

-No fucking way, no fucking way! -Now me.

Go for it.

Yours looks perfect.

Let's see if it falls on her tits, in the middle.

-Almost. -It scared them.

Two...

Feel no worries at all.

The best of all will be inside your head.

One, and zero.

Fuck...

It's so hot!

I had a really rough night last night.

I had a dream and I don't know if it was a dream or a nightmare.

Because I close my eyes like this,

and I see myself climbing Punta Ballena.

A smell of blood, of piss...

I was walking down the street

and I felt like this fear in all my body.

The police, ambulances, the Civil Guard on the one hand,

the sirens...

Damn, I woke up scared as hell!

I woke up scared as hell!

My girlfriends always say: "Tere, you never go out."

But it's true, the thing is that I'm afraid to go out.

I'm not calm and relaxed like I used to be when I went out,

because I see things...

Which are weird but almost always true.

I can see that something is going to happen.

Maybe it's just me, but...

I feel it in my bones, I don't know.

I can see something is going to happen here.

Like what?

I don't know,

but something is going to happen for sure, I'm never wrong.

You can park your car here or in the garage.

You can park the Porsche there too.

I don't remember the exact size of the grounds.

I think about 3,000 square meters.

There in the back there's a green area and a golf course.

It's very cozy, no one will disturb you and you can be naked around the pool.

How many golf courses are there near here?

A shitload of golf courses.

A large amount.

Yes, there are a good number of golf courses.

My name is Lars Hector, Mallorca King.

Everyone knows you as "El Rey".

Yes, I have in the pass...

-Oh, can you show us? -Yeah, of course.

But in Swedish, "Mallorca kungen".

My first time, 1976.

Magaluf is best.

My old friends, Spanish friends,

the bars, disco...

My first tattoo was...

Viking...

And later I did...

And you have the map here, OK.

Why Mallorca is so special?

The people, the people.

We are walking...

Spanish, "Hi, hi", English, "Hi, hi"...

And Swedish, Norway, young girls, his girls, my girls...

How long have you been here?

-Sorry, we’re working. -Are you working?

Laura, what's he asking you?

How long we've been here.

Do you want to see my tattoo?

-You have a tattoo? -Yeah.

-Where? -On my ass!

Tell him we'll interview him later,

that we're looking for people from Magaluf.

Can you wait here? We finish with him and then you show us.

What I'm making here is Andalusian gazpacho.

"Guispacho"... What's it called?

-Andalusian gazpacho. -"Andalusian gazpacho."

Do you celebrate Ramadan too?

Yes, I celebrate it too. It was a month and a half ago.

Yes, I know. We have Moroccans here.

-And there are Hindus too. -Are there many Africans around here?

Up here there are two African families with a young boy.

That's why I know a little about all of you and the subject of meals.

When I invite them over for lentils, I don't put chorizo or sausage in them.

Only vegetables.

I like lentils, but without chorizo.

Of course, that's why I'm telling you.

Have you ever eaten ham?

-Never. -Iberian ham.

-I've never eaten it. -From the leg,

a little cured, just right, sliced so thin.

No, I never had it.

But because you can't...

I can't eat anything that comes from a pig.

Well, what if I were to tell you

one of these nights while we're talking, "I'm going to surprise you.

Close your eyes and open your mouth."

And I pick up a slice of ham

and stick it in your mouth and I ask you, "What does it taste like?"

-No, I can't... -Would you get mad at me?

It's not that I'd be mad at you, but I just don't like ham.

What do you know if you haven't tried it? It's like a guy who says he's not queer.

And he's never tried any man. How does he know he's not queer?

-He can't know. -Well it's the same with ham.

Yes, the girl looks like her mother.

She's so cute! What a little sweetheart!

Yeah... More photos...

Look at that tongue!

Such a little sweetheart!

Look at my photo.

Look at that hot chick.

So pretty, look at that hottie.

Always so hard working and so in love, I even had boyfriends with money.

But I was always in love with the same one:

my husband, my husband, my husband...

I remember one day I told him,

"Francis, I don't want to die

with the regret of having only met one man".

Because I thought, "I don't know if you're the best thing that ever happened to me.

Maybe another man would take me and rock my world."

Not now because it's too late, I don't want anything now.

You've only been with one woman too, right?

One, one, just her.

-Only one. -No, no, no.

-Yes, yes. -I don't believe it.

With your wife and that's it?

But before your wife you met someone else.

No.

Who took your virginity? Your wife?

What?

Who took your virginity? Your wife?

-Yes. -The first time you did it?

-The first time... -With your wife and that's it?

-With my wife and that's it. -Oh, well there you go, you too... See?

Yes.

-Then we're both from the same syndicate. -Yes.

-What’s the meaning of this tattoo? -I like Mallorca.

I like Mallorca.

Every year, for 43 years.

-What does it mean? -MDMA?

-This is a drug, mate. -OK, and do you take this drug?

Yeah, I love it!

Mallorca king.

-Mallorca king? Really? -Yeah!

Wow, look how he's looking at us.

You can't take him there, this animal will be traumatized.

Come on.

Come on, get in.

Stay there.

I'm going to tie him up here.

Keep backing up.

Turn, turn a little more.

I'm good to go.

Motherfucker!

He took a shit, he pissed...

Wait.

What do you think?

Let's see, Javi...

This one's nice.

Not this one. This one is.

Take another picture for me, like this, from the front.

There are two good ones.

I'll lift his head so we can see his horns better.

Calm down...

Okay, perfect.

Your right side.

Now show us your hands, without covering your face...

And the other side.

Just like that. Okay, perfect.

So tell us, Rubén...

What do you do and where are you from?

I'm from here, from Mallorca, I live in Magaluf...

-Okay. -And I don't work, I study at IES Calvià.

Basic Vocational Training.

And... Explain why you came here to this casting,

what you're looking for.

Let's see...

What I want is to be an actor,

but first I want to experience all the stages.

I wanted to be a model first and then go on to be an actor.

Tell us who your idols are, your models, favorite singers...

Britney.

And La Zowi too.

Okay. And do you feel like you could sing something?

Sure, a song by La Zowi.

Okay, go for it.

Okay.

Give me your T-shirt.

Stand facing forward like before, the way we started,

and when you want, go for it.

Chocolate cream, bitch, you burning.

Bitch, you baked, bitches with sketches.

Eat my pussy, hope you like, bon appétit.

I'm a basic whore, I'll destroy you,

my house used to be a cocaine hot spot...

I'm sick of this island.

How do I get out of here?

It's always the same story:

summer begins, yes, very cool, partying, oh...

And then it's winter again.

And studying here, for what? You can only study for one thing:

making tourists happy.

Why would you want to make them happy? What a nightmare...

Study cuisine to cook for tourists.

Study to be a waiter to serve tourists.

Your life is: you're born, you study, you serve foreigners

and you die.

The truth is I don't really know what I want to do with my life.

Can you imagine being a tourist all year round?

Now that would be...

I really feel like being a tourist.

But always. For life.

Now that's a great plan.

I'm going to get out of here. I'm sick of being here in the fucking boonies.

Fuck Mallorca,

fuck Magaluf and fuck everything.

I don't care.

When I got up, I could barely stand

and stick my foot under the bed.

That's why I say that I woke up

like I'd picked up a sack of cement from a truck.

I dreamt that I was going

to a hotel to work, in my uniform.

And I start to go to the pool...

What happened here?

What happened?

And I say, "Please, what is this?”

I look up and see... I say, "I'm going to ask someone..."

A pool of blood...

What is this? What happened?

And he says,

"A tourist,

a British guy who jumped from the fourth floor.

He wanted to dive into the pool,

didn't get his calculations right

and hit the edge of the pool

and he split his head open from here to here."

Stuff like that really shocks me.

I'm drinking my coffee and I don't even feel like it.

Don't even feel like it!

Because I'm always thinking: "Magaluf"...

And it's like something's going to happen, in Magaluf.

There's something that's going to happen.

What is it?

I don't know.

But there's something.

And the season continues in Magaluf.

And you know what that means: fun, fun and more fun!

And we continue with our contest of the worst taste in all of Mallorca.

To win, you have to get one question right:

How many tourists will bite the dust this season because of, or thanks

to "balconing"?

You know, that experience of jumping into the pool from a hotel balcony.

Last year no less than seven tourists bit the dust that way.

This year that number could skyrocket

because it's been one of the hottest summers in recent years.

You have until September 15th to place your bets

and win a prize in the amount of...

So that was in 2018.

And six of them died that year.

And half of them, three, were the same week.

A tragic week.

A dark week for balconing.

The thing is Magaluf is very Magaluf.

Magaluf, Mallorca.

This young man climbs up the front of his hotel.

He's on the second floor.

Fuck!

It says, "Fellatio Competition for Free Drinks, Magaluf".

What fun.

Come on, that's it, two drinks.

Look, she already won three... Look, four!

The little square to cover their dicks is pretty small...

Look, that one's bigger.

Well that girl's earning herself some serious drinks.

That's enough. I'm tired of blowing this up.

-I'll blow it up more later on. -Okay.

I'll go get some ice cream.

Hi, how are you doing?

How's Mariam?

I finished work a little while ago and now I'm resting on the beach.

Just wanted to say hi.

Talk to you later.

Cheikne!

-Tell me. -Come on already, dammit!

I'm going to introduce you to my girls.

Where are you?

Ah... Come on, son, you're so dark. I can't see you in the hallway.

If I keep putting on my lipstick like this, without seeing myself,

-you know who I'm going to look like? -Who?

-Do you know who Carmen de Mairena is? -No.

-A really sleazy queer. -Ah...

You look much better that way.

-You look so serious. -You look beautiful.

You have very nice teeth, for you to laugh with.

Not me, my mouth is shot to hell.

Okay, so look...

I want to introduce you...

Introduce you to my housemate.

For now, he's at the Samos Hotel, they're renovating the place.

And he's doing construction work.

I never wanted to rent any rooms, but...

Now that I know him a little, I'm happy.

And that's what I wanted to tell you, girls.

You know what I'm going to use him for?

Nothing bad, you know that.

To clean the top part of the kitchen, where I can't reach...

Check out this guy!

Flex your muscles!

Look!

My village is called Nioro.

When you see it like that, like you're seeing it now,

-do you miss it? -Well, I'd like to go back to my country.

Well yes, because...

I wouldn't go somewhere where I'm going to live worse,

but everyone feels the call of their homeland.

-Of course. -It looks real strong.

Yes.

Look at those great teats.

Those aren't teats, it's a male.

So those are his balls?

-Yes. -Fuck!

-Are they your brothers? -No, they're...

-They're lighter than you are. -They're tourists who go to Mali.

-So tourists go there too? -Yes, there are tourists there.

So there are pain in the ass tourists everywhere.

-Then there are hotels there? -Yes, there are hotels in the capital.

So there, just like you can show me your land,

-if you click Magaluf it pops up, right? -Yes, it does.

Look, look. That's the Katmandu Hotel.

See the gorilla climbing up the building?

I worked there for 4 years as a chambermaid.

I worked at the BCM for 6 years, it's a really big disco.

I even found some silicone tits there.

Magaluf is nice, but it's just one thing after another.

Look, this thing here, the islet you see here...

It caught fire a few years ago and it took ages for it to recover.

Four Irish guys who arrived drunk in a boat, they went there

and I don't know if it was intentional or not, but they set fire to it.

This is your father?

Yes.

He's good-looking for his age.

-He looks like you. -What are you talking about?

-He does. -He doesn't look anything like me.

Around the nose.

The bald spot.

You little shit.

Did you see what a lame photo?

Why a goat?

I don't get it.

Because it has horns,

and the Nordics are supposed to have horns, so...

He put a goat on the flyer.

"The best party in Punta Ballena".

"Viking".

It's so lame.

You complain too much. This flyer is perfect.

Your father looks happy, the sun is happy,

the goat isn't very happy, but it is there...

He's a Viking... There are two guys dancing here...

Welcome to Magaluf... They even welcome you!

Well, you hand me this poster...

and I'll come running.

-Don't you want pizza? -No.

So you get along well with your father, right?

You're going to like this story.

24 years ago...

Oh my god...

...my mother came to Magaluf to party...

-And who did she screw? -Your father?

My father.

And nine months later, I appeared.

You're like a son of Magaluf.

You were born because Magaluf exists, otherwise you wouldn't have been born.

-Yeah, well... -Think about it.

If Magaluf didn't exist, you wouldn't be here.

I don't know, I think it's his business he's worried about.

He sees himself getting older, and I don't know,

I guess he wants to leave it to someone from his family, but there you go...

You could keep the place.

-And we could run it together. -Yes, right...

It would be amazing. We'll get rid of all this Viking shit

-and we put up neon lights. -It's a pain in the ass.

You have to clean up every day, attend to the suppliers...

So we'll clean up, it's no big deal.

It would be awesome to run a club.

With neon lights and those white lights that go like this.

These already do that. He even has a smoke machine.

Wow! You see, we don't even need to buy the smoke machine.

-God, it would be amazing! -Would you play the music?

Of course, man, I'd be the DJ.

The season is almost over.

Six or seven weeks....

And the club is in the best spot in the area.

It just needs a few renovations and that's it.

If you have the guts, I promise to hold out until next year.

If you like the business, that's it.

In September you tell me yes or no.

If you tell me you promise to get your act together next year,

we'll see how it goes.

Well...

The real estate company says

that it can wait until late September or early October.

I don't know, I, interest...

One year here, I can see myself. Maybe even two...

But after I don't know.

When you've been working for a year, you'll know

if you like it or not.

But that year might go by and you already...

-I'll know right away. -...may have missed out on the offer.

Well, another offer will come up.

That was in the year '87 or '88.

That monkey knew Latin.

She would jump over people, but she was super-intelligent.

"Nina, Nina, beer!"

She would jump up onto the bar, open the tap and fill a glass.

But she didn't know how to turn off the tap and started screaming.

You'd say, "Give the girl a kiss," and she'd go and give her a kiss.

She loved to hug the girls.

-No way. -I'm telling you...

Here's the terrace.

The restaurant is outdoors.

Because the disco is inside.

It's a grilled meat restaurant, barbecue style, you know?

-And a BBQ, you have one? -A BBQ, yes.

-All that's the BBQ, right? -There's the grill, the oven...

Inside there's a tiny kitchen to make a few sauces.

And what you see here is the terrace where people...

-English people come here too, right? -Yes, English...

Scandinavians, Spanish...

-From all over? -More or less.

We can study the option if you're mind's made up.

Maybe we can take advantage of the offer.

But we have to find a client who we already have, let's say, warmed up.

-You catch a snail as it comes out. -Right! Exactly.

I don't want to sell it but I want to sell it.

Because I don't feel like fighting anymore,

-my son doesn't want to... -No but, of course...

No, but I'm willing to listen to offers.

What price are you thinking?

Well, I have to check it out first, because there are taxes to be paid.

I'm not going to sell it cheap either... There has to be enough for me to get by.

Not to get by, to live well!

No, no... To live more or less well, because if not...

I arrived in Magaluf in '98.

I started at the Sol Barbados Hotel.

-I used to work at Vista Sol. -There you go...

For eleven years, I was at Vista Sol.

You're very kind.

Thank you.

At least you're taking a souvenir, to remember this place.

The redhead really suits you.

-Me? -For sure.

-What are you talking about? He has boobs. -What boobs?

He's your style, a little weird.

I like them weird but not that weird. Yuck!

-He waved to me... -You saw it?

-The only one who paid attention to you. -I think he likes me.

I think Magaluf is a place where everything is possible.

It's like people

are excited that something incredible could happen.

And that's what's so cool.

Because there's always a little hope.

I don't know, there really should be more Magalufs in the world.

Because it's a place where people think something magical could happen.

I think I'm going to make the worst joint of my life.

It's your fault.

You're nuts.

I smoke a lot, don't I?

I'm a drug addict, a queer and a gypsy... I have it all.

I'm going to die super-fast.

-For sure. -I won't make it to 40.

I bet you die in a gypsy fight. They'll stick a rusty knife in you.

They'll stick a knife in me, but I'll slit their faces first.

I have a friend who fucked a tourist in a hotel one day

and he left the door half open.

And then, like an hour later, he came back and stole her Play Station and the TV.

Fuck!

It's a super great idea.

I wish I could fuck a tourist at a hotel and then steal tons of things from him.

As soon as you see a tourist go to the beach and that he's...

drunk, walking from here to there, from here to there...

Well, five minutes later you go over.

And the tourist isn't alone, there are 5 more.

And they're all super drunk, with their eyes open but...

they're blank, like they're dead...

When he's on the ground, we steal his shoes and T-shirt.

The T-shirt's for me.

I don't care about the sneakers.

-The pants, if you want, for you. -Okay.

The wallet.

We have to do it. Super cool.

-Come on. -What size do you wear?

I put out lines for me. They invite me cigs.

I smoke gelato, bitch. I don't smoke creepy.

I go out to the street with my rollers...

Tight leggings to mark your ass...

And me not a word.

Look at my eyes!

God, you look crazy, so scary.

You actually had a good time.

There I was saying, "This is fucking great!"

We're turned around there.

It kept going around and around. They don't usually go around that much.

It was incredible.

You can't piss on the floor.

Here, piss here.

You put it down.

You have to put this here.

You take out all the perfumes.

Like that.

You take this and place it there.

You see?

Beside it.

This one is long, you put it in the back.

You open the door.

And no, no, no...

Two people can't be in one toilet, just one person.

Come on out.

You, here.

I open and look... "What are you doing?”

Because sometimes people take drugs in the toilet.

You look and check for drugs. You take them away.

You take your phone and pretend to call.

And you tell them, "Give me the drugs". You take them.

You ask for money and if he gives you any you say, "Okay, you can go.".

What are you giving me? No, I don't want that.

5 euros or 10 euros.

Give me 5 euros.

I have change.

I give you this much.

Now you wash your hands.

Both hands.

When done, I'll take some paper and give it to you.

And when he's finished,

I ask what perfume he wants... Choose one.

I spray it on like this.

You put it here, here and here.

Okay, that's it.

We hug each other... Thank you very much.

Hi. How was work?

Last night your daughter didn't sleep all night.

I didn't know what she had.

Her body was warm and she was crying.

Say, "Daddy, hello"...

Daddy!

Say, "Good morning".

Hello, how are you?

And what was wrong with the girl?

Fever?

Did you take her to the doctor's?

Did you give her any medicine?

She must have something, because she never cries.

I hope you are well.

Bye.

Louder!

Now let's do something very simple for example... the dove.

And with noises!

Remember that the rabbit fucks a lot!

We stop at a big pile of shit in the middle!

You force him to be aware as an actor, okay?

Of each one's reactions, and changing from comedy to drama.

First we start the scene as a comedy.

Then we'll do it as something else, later something else and so on,

to see how each scene can be different

and how actors have to be very aware of what is going on around them.

Let's go! I don't want to say anything else.

Okay? Come on, silence.

We'll begin with this scene as a drama.

When I change,

I say "change of register"

and we continue with the same text in the following register.

Alright?

-Drama? -Drama.

Action!

Please leave me alone!

Okay, let's stop!

Don't judge whether you do it right or wrong.

When you start to think about if you' re doing it right or wrong,

it's because you're doing it wrong.

Judging yourself is the worst, people are bad and good at the same time.

Seriously.

At some point you've had to tell someone the truth, right?

Even if he was a friend.

"Hey...

What you said really hurt me".

You didn't tell him like this: "Hey look, what's up". No.

It's hard to say things, isn't it?

-Yes. -That's drama, right?

There's something I haven't told you yet...

that nobody knows.

-Well, very few people know. -What is it?

-Do you want me to tell you? -Well, of course, no?

I just don't know if you can keep a secret.

I don't know if you're ready to hear this.

You don't trust me or what?

Yes, but I don't know if you're ready.

The one on your right. On your right.

More.

That one, in front of you!

Not that one.

Sorry.

This one.

This one too.

What do you want them for?

To ask the island for permission.

If not, we can't do anything.

Five years ago they didn't ask for permission,

and you know what happened?

The island was burned.

This one.

And they blamed some Irish people for it.

But it wasn't the Irish, no.

It was because they didn't ask permission.

Now we have to stand like this, looking at Magaluf.

Five stones like the five cardinal points of your hand.

Don't laugh, this is serious, come on.

And you look at Magaluf

and we have to say: "Seagull".

Don't laugh!

Come on, Seagull, what else?

Seagull, lizard, skull.

And then you have to thank Magaluf and throw the stone.

Seagull, lizard, skull.

Thank you, Magaluf.

-My turn now? -Yes.

-Let's go. -But seriously, look at Magaluf.

Lizard...

No!

-Seagull... -You! Focus!

You have to take it seriously, we're asking permission from Magaluf.

Seagull,

lizard,

skull.

Thank you, Magaluf.

-Good? -Yes.

Keep going.

Come on.

Seagull, lizard, skull.

Thank you, Magaluf.

Every year in Magaluf,

very mysteriously, a tourist disappears.

The police search for them,

but no, no.

They never find anything.

They really don't. No body, no clues, no nothing.

-They aren't in the news or the press... -And how do you know it, then?

Only families who live in Magaluf know it.

And since I live in Magaluf, I know it.

Want to know what happens to them? Want to know what we do to them?

Once a year, Magaluf asks us one thing:

we have to sacrifice a tourist.

Because if not, Magaluf wouldn’t let us live here.

Magaluf would get angry and...

We wouldn't be able to be here.

And you don't want to see Magaluf angry.

You don't want to see that.

So...

We have to offer it a tourist as a sacrifice.

What do you think?

I don't believe you.

-You don't believe me? -No.

Then don't believe me.

And are we going to do that thing, or what?

We should do it.

Well, this is it.

We have to leave it here.

Like this, look.

Today I dreamed that my husband appeared before me.

I saw him the same way he looked as a month before he died.

He spoke to me and everything.

My husband's name was Francisco, but we called him Francis.

And what sign was he?

Capricorn.

I can tell you from the start, with the chart we have,

that your husband, he hasn't made the transition yet.

There's something that has him trapped here.

I would advise you

to start paving the way for him so he can ascend.

I have a path opener here,

with specific herbs so that spirits can make the transition.

Talk to him.

Tell him those things you never told him

and that are preventing him from going to rest.

I'm saying this because the other day you told me you were scared

and that you didn't understand what was happening.

It's something I always tell you:

people who have left can come back.

Do you understand me, dear?

They exist, but on other levels of reality.

We can't provide a scientific explanation.

It's like love: you can't explain it, it simply exists.

Do you understand me?

If we don't see them with our own eyes, it doesn't mean they don't exist.

Are we special, mom?

I think so, I think we're special,

that's why we have this connection between us.

It's amazing that you and I can feel it.

And you don't have to worry or be afraid.

This is you.

Walking happily down a forest path because you have found your ideal place.

And the umbrella?

Does it have to be pink?

Yes, that's right, pink.

So.

How can we negotiate the price of this plot?

-I'm afraid it's non-negotiable. -Why are you so negative?

There is a reservation made and I can't let these people down.

I understand, but the plot is very good.

I'm sure I can convince you in some way.

I understand, but I don't think that will happen.

The land is not in good condition,

it would need to be remodeled,

but the location is very good.

It's a good opportunity.

My clients realized that as well.

For me Magaluf is not just a piece of land.

It's a project in progress.

Sometimes, strange things happen.

So don't worry if you hear some noise in the house,

a door slamming or you feel a presence.

It is simply a confirmation that there is someone here with us.

Go on.

I can't see.

I can't see.

Thanks.

It is important for you to stay focused tonight.

-And you don't look very focused to me. -Why?

Well... for what we have to do.

WE ARE CRAZY

SEARCHING FOR VICTIMS

MORE VICTIMS

VICTIMS EVERYWHERE

They're not cool at all, but whatever.

Maybe they are cool, who knows.

God.

Let's hope he doesn't wake up.

He's not fucking moving.

-Dude, his sneakers are horrible. -They're uglier than shit.

Here,

they're size 42.

-Wow, I like the shirt! -Yeah? You like the shirt? Take it off.

It's cool for you. Wait a sec.

-Are you going to lift him? -Yes.

-And I'll take it off. -Wait, wait.

He has a nice little body and everything.

Okay, take his arm out.

-There it goes. -It's like he's dead.

Okay, help me get it off.

Let's see...

Try it on.

-Are you taking it? -Yes.

-There's more. -Not the pants, right?

They're horrible.

And I don't feel like taking them off.

Okay, put the money away.

Holy shit, man. What if he's dead?

Okay.

What does he have in his wallet?

His ID card.

His name's Charles Thompson.

And here are some bills sticking out.

How much?

40 bucks.

Here.

Give me back the ID card.

No, not the ID card.

-And how's he going to get back? -I don't give a shit.

Light it up.

Yes, yes, yes. Look, look.

He's smoking it.

Magaluf doesn’t exist.

Magaluf doesn’t exist.

Magaluf doesn’t exist.

Magaluf doesn’t exist.

SO CUTE

And next Olga Bulashova will be with us,

one of the promoters of the new town planning project

that will be carried out on the coast of Calvià

and that may lead to a historic turnabout for the type of tourism in the area.

The changes will mainly affect the nightlife leisure businesses

of the always controversial Magaluf.

Summer is over, the partying is coming to an end,

the tourists are returning home...

Well, not all of them, because some of them have stayed in Magaluf.

Where? Doing balconing!

How many tourists have died this year doing balconing?

Only five dead from balconing. What a shame!

And who won the contest? Well, Josep Garriga from Andratx,

who wins the award from our sponsors.

Have a good time all those who are returning home!

We are staying here to enjoy the low season

as we listen to the cult hit "Come to Magaluf",

by Los Brios, recorded in 1987,

a true Balearic music gem, don't you agree?

Come on, dance for me a little.

Dance for me a little.

Loosen up those hands...

Come on, raise your hands.

Don't stop looking at me... I'm seeing glares...

Okay...

Look at me...

That's it, lower the glasses.

I need light on Rubén's face. Reflector, please.

Enjoy the sun, man.

Enjoy it, that's it.

That's sexy.

That's sexy.

You look at Magaluf... Look at Magaluf...

Serious, melancholic... Come on, it's the last time you'll see Magaluf.

Look at it from under your glasses, for the last time.

That's it... now I've got you.