All language subtitles for What We Kjnow ｜ 2021 ｜ El Que Sabem (original title)

WHAT WE KNOW

(Television) In mythology, the phoenix
represents rebirth

and that is what Alcira
Market 'Falla' has done.

In November all
illusions were smashed

when a fire destroyed
the monument...

MUM: BRING SOME FOOD FOR DINNER

Hey, you.
Have you nothing better to do

than mess around with that thing
all the time?

There isn't anyone here.

There are some girls.

But Vicente is serving them.

Why not sweep the floor?

You asked me a
minute ago. I did it.

And last night as well.

Pour me a Vaquerito.

What a slacker...

Carla. What's up?

She wanted me to sweep again.

Now she wants a drink.

-Is it her first?
-Yes, as far as I know.

Don't worry, I'll
take it to her. Sorry.

It's okay.

Thanks.

Music and a drink for the
prettiest woman in the bar.

Why doesn't she bring it to me?

Gran, quit hassling Carla.

She's been here a long time
and manages just fine.

Yes...

You're just waiting for me to
die. Then you'll all be happy.

There she goes again.

And who will make paella
when that happens?

You handsome devil.

But you're a randy dog.

Croquettes, fried potatoes...

-How was your meal?
-Great.

-I'm glad. Here's the dessert
menu. -Perfect.

-Let me know when you're ready.
-All right.

-What are you doing here?
-Lunch with the gang.

Wanna come?

I finish at five.

I guess we'll be there later.

All right. Okay.

Who's going?

Martí, Marina, Mireia, Alba...

Maybe someone else.

-I'll call you when I finish.
-Okay.

Thanks for telling me.

It was on my way.

Okay.

Otherwise, I would
have texted you.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Sorry.

Who was that, slacker?

-A friend.
-A friend?

One of those
who wants a roll in the hay?

A friend...

Pour me a Vaquerito,
but fill it up.

All he wants is to
get his leg over.

He wants the back
door and the front.

-Paco, a fideuá.
-Coming up!

-Table seven.
-A friend...

I can't grab it.
Give me a bit more.

-The joint!
-Careful!

-Careful with the joint.
-A toke.

The joint, dude!

Now what?

-Sweet potato omelette.
-Okay.

-Sweet potato? -Yeah, from my
granddad's garden.

I make a mean omelette.
Sort of sweet.

But a potato one, too.

I can make...

Thick, cold tomato soup.
Super Andalusian style.

Don't splash me!

Víctor!

Hiya.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-I'll sit here.
-Sure.

Thanks.

-How's your mum?
-Fine.

Well, the chemo is tough,

but the doctors say
she's responding well.

Cool, I'm glad.

Yeah, that's great.

Awesome.

So, what else?

Víctor, snacks and drinks.

Hi, Carla.

Did you call me?

Yeah, you didn't pick up.

I was in the water.

Didn't you guys hear it?

Nope.

It's fine. I walked along
the shore, it wasn't hard.

-May I?
-Sure.

Snacks and drinks for you,
you don't want to cook.

That leaves Martí, Jaume...

Isn't your boyfriend coming?

Bugger off. Forget it.

Are you coming?

-Where?
-Oh, right.

A themed Andalusian party,
next Saturday.

Like we don't have
our own fiestas!

Join us.

I work till lunchtime.

Can't she catch the bus?

There's only one a day
and it's in the morning.

I don't mind going
in the afternoon.

I'll have to go back to work
on the 19th anyway.

Don't worry about it.

We planned to come for La Cremà.
We can go back in the morning.

Sure. We'd prefer it
if you could come.

Of course.

Do you know what
food you'll bring?

I can make arepas.

-Delicious!
-Yeah, yummy.

Perfect. Carla, arepas.

You don't mind if I
talk in Valencian?

I understand almost
everything...

-Hi, Carla.
-Hi.

...but I can hardly say a word.

I should get my act together
if I want to pass the exam.

So, talk as much as you want.

Come to my house this week
and I'll help you.

Okay, I'd love to. Thanks.

-What will you bring?
-My house. Or isn't that enough?

If I'm up for it,
I'll make pizza.

-Are you coming, Carla?
-If you don't mind.

I mind a lot, so come.

What will you bring?

I think I'll make arepas.

Don't know what they are,
but sounds great.

Did you bring some?

No.

I'd kill for some arepas.

Or for any food.

Do you want some fried potatoes
from the bar?

Is there food in that bag?

Yeah.

Can I have some?

Sure, as long as you leave some
for my mum's dinner.

Martí, dude. You just scoffed
a load of pastries.

Wow, this is delicious.

Never smoked before?

Pretty much.

That was some toke.

Took me ages to learn
how to swallow the smoke.

Don't you want anymore?

That's enough for now, thanks.

Where are we going tonight?

Anywhere but Lycra.

Yes, right. We always go there.

I liked Lycra when I went.

It's fun. Come with us.

Sure, join us.

There's sand on these potatoes.
On the calamari too.

I went to the beach after work.

I don't get it.

If this was in a closed bag,
how come it's full of sand?

Martí had a bite to eat.

Didn't you tell him
it was our dinner?

He asked me if he
could have some.

There's plenty.
You're like Vicente's gran.

I don't have Alzheimer's yet,

but give me time.

Come on, Mum.

Your aunties called.

They send their love and they'll
send sweet biscuits, too.

Delicious.

Is that all you're having?

No, I had a bite to eat at work.

The cooks are fattening us up.

Vicente is nice, isn't he?

Well, he's a bit old-fashioned.

I like the lad.

Your dad was modern,
and look what happened.

-Won't Vicente be there?
-No, stop going on.

What's up?

Dad!

Hiya.

Did you cut your finger?

I had no plasters.

Tell Martí to
bring you one down.

Okay, yeah...

-You look pretty.
-The bus is late for a change.

Thanks, you do as well.

-You too, Víctor.
-What?

You're looking good.

Thanks. You too.

Why the face?

My parents are
breaking my balls.

Here's the plaster.

Thanks.

I'm bloody sick of it.

"Take out the rubbish, tidy
your room"... I'm going out!

I've been studying all week
'cos the lecturer hates me.

That Lluís Blat...

-He's a bastard.
-Take a toke.

One day I'll pack
my bags and leave.

I wear heels when I go out
to buy sliced bread

and nobody knows it, but they're from a Chinese
bazaar

All my jewellery's
from the thrift shop,

but I tell people
that it's Swarovski.

My makeup is from
a discount store,

but if you ask,
I'll say it's a lie

Maybe I don't
have a Fiat 500,

but I have the keys,
so I get away with it.

Working class, sweetie?

Over my dead body!

'Cos I'm a rich
bitch turned poor

'Cos I'm a rich
bitch turned poor

'Cos I'm a rich
bitch turned poor

And I spent it
all at bingo

'Cos I'm a rich
bitch turned poor

'Cos I'm a rich
bitch turned poor

'Cos I'm a rich
bitch turned poor

And I spent it
all at bingo.

Thanks for giving me a warm hand
on my entrance.

There were times
I felt transported

to a techno rave,
or even better:

it felt like a barn dance!

How long have they been an item?

It's not her boyfriend.

Marina's boyfriend didn't come.

Just as well, he's an idiot.

Look, The Full Monty.

Hey!

Do you need a lift?

Staying at my place?

Nope, I'd rather sleep at home,
I wanna work tomorrow.

I'm up for it.

What about you, Carla?

Yeah, come along.
We always sleep it off together.

Well... yes, all right.

Someone has to ride in the boot.

All good back there?

Carla?

-We're here.
-Okay.

Thanks.

Out we get.

-Night-night, babes.
-Night-night.

It's a bit chilly.

Morning.

How about a snack?

You've got flour.
Let's make pizza.

Is no one gonna say anything
about Andreu?

Do you know how much?

I just guess it.

I'm going to the
park for a minute.

I feel a bit dizzy.

So...

-Tastes good.
-Tastes good.

Tastes delicious.

A bit hard.

Pass me a potato.

With lots of sauce.

Thanks.

Why don't you go to bed?

No, I'm fine here.

Shut the doors or
creepy-crawlies will come in.

Okay.

-I'm full.
-Fancy another?

I could have
managed by myself...

Sit down.
I'll fetch you some water, okay?

Martí.

Martí.

Wake up.

Martí.

Mar

Martí.

Victor's dad will see you
sprawled out here.

-Let's go upstairs, then.
-No, not Víctor's dad...

-I'm fine.
-Are you?

No, help me. Come on.

-Let's go to the dining room.
-No, no.

For some potatoes.

Up we go.

Is it tap water?

No.

Sure?

The tap water here
is disgusting!

Martí...

I've got the heaves again.

Yes?

Okay.

Yes.

Slacker!

Pour me a pacharán.

Remember when we were whores
in Alicante?

Yes.

There you go.

I asked you for a Vaquerito.
Is that a Vaquerito?

Is it?

Of course. Sorry.

Sorry? You're thinking about
that soldier from Alicante.

WANT A DRESS FOR THE PARTY?

DON'T THINK I'LL BE GOING

Checking your mobile at work?

Hi.

-What are you doing here?
-I was running.

Your mum told me you started
your shift.

She's nice.

How did Saturday end?

When we got up, you'd gone.

Fine. I mean...

I had a major hangover.

I puked a bit on the bus.

-And you guys?
-Fine.

We woke up at lunchtime
and Martí made pasta.

Marina and Martí left later.

Oh, I'm jealous.

Why didn't you stay?

I had stuff to do.

Big time party this
weekend, right?

I don't know if I'll
go to the party.

Why?

What's wrong?

That little slut thinks
she's gonna get some action.

Who's that, slacker?

Sorry.

Wait, don't open yet.
I'm in my dressing gown.

Hurry!

Come in.

I can come back another day.

Or we can leave it.

No, no. Come on in, err...

Sorry, they put
me in a foul mood.

-The dining room?
-Okay.

Would you have a plaster?

-The one you gave me is a bit
grubby. -Sure.

-Where are the plasters?
-Again? Can't she buy her own?

-They have money problems. -It's
not like they're expensive.

Here, give her this pack.
We have another one.

-Where are you going?
-To say hello.

-Hello, Carla.
-Hello.

No need for the pack.

-Don't worry, we have another
one. -Thanks.

-How is your mum?
-Fine.

They ran tests last week

and the doctors said
she's responding well.

Good, I'm glad to hear it.

-Any work?
-No.

-I wait tables at Vicente's bar.
-So I heard.

But she can't find anything.

Good grief.

When she's completely cured.

Yes, poor thing.
How is Vicente's gran?

They say she wanders around
the bar like an old hen.

-She's a cow.
-God...

She's a bit annoying.

I'm not saying she's mean,
everyone used to say it.

All she cared about was money,

always too busy to look after
her grandchildren.

And now look at her.

Can't you have a normal
conversation without bitching?

No.

-E-N.
-En.

What does it mean?

I'll tell you later,
but don't tell the teacher.

I'm going to help organise
the kid's party.

Studying hard?

We're looking for sayings.

Go on.

"If my eyes don't fool me,
then I must be blind drunk."

"Love is like water.

It goes in a man's mouth
and out his pecker."

Write it down. Bye.

"Pecker"?

I don't get it.

Better that way.

I reckon I'm going
to fail this term.

Whatever,
I'll get it together next term.

Víctor is in the same boat.

You'll be in class together.

Right.

Can't wait for the
party on Saturday.

Jaume and me have cool costumes.

How long have you been together?

A year and a half.

But we don't talk
about it at home.

My parents don't know yet.

All right, sorry.

Well...

I like someone too.

I know. I mean,
it's pretty obvious.

I don't blame you. I always
try and get off with Víctor.

He's like... my platonic love.

I'd pounce on him
when he walks in the bar.

He has that effect.

Listen...

is Marina into him?

She's into all the guys.

Don't tell Marina
I told you that.

See you on Saturday.

I don't know if I'll go.

Why wouldn't you?

I already told you.
I knew right from the start.

I liked him in the beginning.

But when your partner
just becomes a burden,

you have to move on.

I want a guy willing
to try out stuff.

Wouldn't it be better to be
single? To do whatever you want.

Isn't it a bit perverse to think

I need to be single
to do whatever I want?

Whatever.

You don't mind Andreu coming?

-No, no.
-No.

Here comes Carla.

Know something really heavy?

She told me why they
came to Valencia.

Go on.

In a programme to protect
victims of gender violence.

Her father tried to burn down
where they worked.

-With both of them inside.
-Shit.

He was sentenced this week.

-He'll be in jail for years.
-He deserves it.

Was her mum's cancer
before or after that?

After.

She didn't want to come,
I persuaded her.

We should look out for her.

-I agree.
-Yeah.

It was so difficult,

I didn't know what
to fill the arepas with.

So in the end,
I decided to make them all.

Thing is, I couldn't
find black beans.

I ran into your mum, she made
me buy the beans for paella.

We're here.

Yes, everything is fine.

The house is beautiful.

Yes, surrounded by mountains.

Listen,

call me if anything
happens, okay?

Love you.

When the young ladies
go to mass... Thanks.

they sprinkle powder
on... That's enough.

-Thanks.
-No worries.

And the young ladies
powder their faces...

-I love the house.
-Thanks.

You'll be drunk
before the party.

You don't say?

This kind of sausage
smells like semen.

It's true.

You keep mixing
until it thickens.

-Shall I knead it?
-Fair enough.

Hey, it's getting thicker.

Yes.

At first sight,
it doesn't look too good.

Seriously?
You don't either at first sight.

How many eggs?

-Six.
-I said five.

Trust me.

This is my recipe.
Add five next time.

Wait and see Carla's costume.
She'll look gorgeous.

-What about mine?
-She'll love it too.

They're from my aunt's fancy dress shop, it had to close
down.

-Gross!
-What's up?

-You flicked ash in there.
-Hey, chill out.

So are you and Andreu dating?

Well, we'll see.

I only broke up with Samuel
a week ago.

Why?

No reason.

If you like Víctor, go for it.

What about you and him?

-I don't want to get in the way.
-You're not.

We're just friends, that's all.

You deserve good things in life.

The day I don't see you

I have a heavy heart

'Cos I'm gradually fading

Like the sun at dusk

No more
suffering, my love

I'm not made of stone

Because a stone can crack

When it takes many blows

So that I forget you

They give me palm
leaves and a crown

I don't want
anything more

Than just your presence

If you forget me

They would bury me

with palm leaves
and the crown

Sweetheart

I don't love
Ducati anymore

I only love you

If I catch you red-handed

Call me a black widow

You turned
your back on me

And now I'm all
alone in this farce

Trembling, I remember

That afternoon you
didn't hold my hand

You came to lie

Like a cheap, mean,
cowardly thief

You came to cheat on me

You never had
anything to give me

You came for me

Saying your love
was all for me

And I believed you

Oh, I believed you

I gave you my love

And you just gave me lies

Why did you look for me

If then you just
walked away?

The nights are a torment

I can't find any comfort

You gave me life

Then you killed me.

Okay. Are you ready to order?

Your attention, please.

Falleras, falleros.
Your attention, please.

Your attention, everyone.

Can I have your
attention, please!

There is a white Ford Fiesta
under the fireworks.

-Why does it look like an elf?
-You what?

-And?
-What?

Did you clean up? Last time
I found a joint in the grill.

-Didn't you smoke it?
-Cheeky thing!

Watch it or I'll tell your mum.

Eat as much as you want.

You're with the president's son
and the treasurer.

Are you paired up?

Are they gonna burn the Falla?

It's about time
you dated someone.

-Get a move on.
-Okay?

-Would it be Parranda's?
-Where is she?

Bet she's gone for some
fritters. Parranda!

Is Parranda around?
Could you look for her?

To offer up new victories
for our common goal

All our voices
will be as one

Come, brothers
and sisters

Ringing out in factories

And in the fields

Is the sound of
songs of love

And hymns of peace

Ringing out in factories

And in the fields

Is the sound of
songs of love

And hymns of peace

Behold the Region that advances in a triumphal
march!

Hiya.

How's it going?

-Good. And you?
-Good.

-Are Marina and Andreu here?
-Yeah, well, Marina is.

Will Andreu be coming?

Marina said she doesn't know
if he'll be coming.

How was the trip, Marina?

Fine. Nothing special.

The place was cool, but...

Andreu's mates
were on a different wavelength.

It's always better
than having to work.

That's true.

How's your mum?
I haven't asked for ages.

She's been a real pain
about moving to Argentina.

Her sisters live there.

Cool. Don't you fancy it?

Me? No way. There's nothing
in Argentina for me.

Aren't there masters there?

I don't know.

I mean, I guess there are,

but I didn't really look.

Don't leave.

I said I'm not going.

So, will you live together?

Yes, that's the idea.

His parents have
offered to put me up.

You can stay at my place.

Or mine.

Thanks.

I hope that working in the store
and if I get the grant...

And if he finds a job...

What about you, Martí?

I'm doing the master's degree.
In Valencia.

You're off to Barcelona, right?

Cool. I love Barcelona.

It's cool.

I don't know.
Alba is doing my head in.

-Why?
-She's so unfocussed.

You have to make up your mind,
know what you want or don't.

You have to make your mind up
in life. It's so important.

Almost everyone lives their life
in silent desperation.

Your desperation isn't silent.

In fact, you're interested
in us knowing every detail.

Piss off.
I won't carry on reading then.

Anyone coming to explore?

Coming!

Go on, I want to hear it.

Living together, huh?

It's like our generation
isn't prepared for monogamy.

You know?

I don't think
it's a generational thing.

I guess it works differently
for each person.

It works for a while, Martí.

Then it makes you unhappy.

People our age split up
with their partners, regret it,

then screw around with anyone
while crying.

That's off topic.

No, that's the problem.
No one knows how to handle it.

The old model can't
make us happy.

Well, there must be people
who are happy.

Chiqui and Whopper, for example.

No, those two aren't
a good example.

There are lots of
people like them.

All right, I'm talking about
people like us, not those two.

Whatever.

I only know the wrong option.

Well, that's relative.

If that's so, like
everything in life.

Guess what? Jaume and me
are opening up our relationship.

Your relationship is more closed
than Chiqui's and Whopper's.

Yeah, as far as I'm concerned.

I can't speak for
the other person.

Maybe you know something.

About the other person.

Is something up with Andreu?

Wow!

If something happened,
you can tell us if you want.

That question was like a slap
in the face.

No.

Nothing happened.

It might have seemed that way
because of my dramatic pause, but...

God, someone say something.

I fancy a drink.

-You going?
-Yep.

-The beers are in the freezer.
-Okay.

Second drawer.

No, don't!

It's full of creepy-crawlies.

Jesus! What a pain.

Going to bed already?

I've been getting up at 6am.

Never thought about it?

Not really.

Well, if you ever feel curious,

you can try it with me.

I think he already knows that.

If it happens,
you'll be the one I choose.

You know what?

Jaume can't screw me
because I have piles.

What a bummer.

It that a reason to split up?

Jaume won't leave
you because of that.

He can do it with someone else.

Everything okay with Andreu?

You guys are a pain.

You're acting weird,
we're worried about you.

We're going through a
weird phase, that's all.

How so?

I don't want to talk about it.

All right.

I remember the first glow party.

How come?

They all gradually dropped out,
we were the last ones.

Right.

Talking non-stop,
lying on Martí's parent's bed.

That night was mega.

Do you know something?

While you were explaining all
that stuff with your parents,

all I could think about...

What?

I don't know...

You were lying next to me,
just in underpants,

whispering in my ear.

I felt really horny.

And I thought...

"Damn, I hope he gets on top
and kisses me."

I thought about making a move.

Tickling you as an excuse
to get to your bulge

and on top of you.

But I didn't dare.

I was thirsty.

Sure.

Take them off.

Guys!

-Is there room for me?
-Sure.

-What's with him? -He was like
that when I came out.

-Oof, he looks so hot.
-Martí! Come here.

"Oh, Margarita.

When she pees, it splashes,
when she poos..."

"It tears her in two."

I had a horrible dream.

A baby was on the floor, crying.

I had to pick it
up to comfort it.

But when I tried to hold it,
it was like a bar of wet soap.

It kept banging into everything

in the room.

And it wouldn't stop crying.

I dreamt that my mum
came out partying with us.

She was totally wired
and wearing a bikini.

She began shouting and yelling,
shoving me and saying:

"Find me a guy!"

I was so embarrassed.
I pissed myself laughing.

What about you,
Víctor? Any dreams?

Carla.

Thanks.

Shit! I have to
work this weekend.

You're kidding?

So do we go back on Friday?

Not if you want to stay.

I don't want to
spoil it for you.

How will you get back?

There's a bus first thing.
It does exist, it's not a myth.

Society should have done away
with work.

Sometimes I think about work,

but I'd rather be in prison.

They feed you and you
can study another degree.

Ring my dad
and ask him what it's like.

He'll be glad
someone called him.

I like it neat and tidy.

Not completely hairless.

I like it bushy too.

I don't mind
what other's pubes are like.

I mean, I like a bit of stubble.

Like this?

Don't you see
that they're alienating us?

Don't you see it?

What a racket.

I wouldn't mind riding
Víctor's joystick.

-You stink of rotten beans.
-What a bastard!

Well, your hair stinks
like something burnt.

I don't know about burnt,
Víctor's paella was...

perfect.

It was more like a chicken stew!

-Hi. -When were you going to
phone?

Later. I was having a nap.

What's up?

I found plane tickets for 400
euros, for early October.

Sure you don't
want to come?

No, Mum.

Not even for a few weeks?

Your aunts will lend us money
for the return flight.

You know I don't have holidays.

All right, okay.

Let me know if you
change your mind.

The prices
might not go up.

See you in a couple of days.

That's pretty obvious.

Living abroad is an
experience that enriches you.

But... I don't know.

Jaume and me want to live here
when he comes back to Spain.

I'm up to my balls.

It's so cold they're shrinking.

Booze session tonight?

When a woman sighs...

Like mad for a man...

Though she's his girlfriend
and adores him,

She never kisses
him on the mouth

Though the
boyfriend loves her

You always see
him sighing

-Looking sadder than... sad.
-Sad.

And yearning to cry out

Spice it up for me

Spice it up for me

That way love will grow

For when the things
we do for love

We do well,
they feel better

Spice it up for me

A lot of spice

And a pinch of hot pepper

Just wait and see, girl,

If you use that
spice with care,

You'll always be lucky.

Well, that's your opinion!

This feels so good.

Do it this way.

I'm going to bed, guys.

Already?

So soon?

Yes.

Have fun this weekend.

Don't play loud music.

The bus stops in front of
the bar at eight, right?

Yes.

Okay. Good night.

Hey, Carla.

What's up?

I'm pissed off
because I have to leave.

You guys make me feel old.

What?

Not old, a pain in the arse.

Just ignore me.

Stay and have fun
with the others.

I can go with you if you want.

I'm saying the exact opposite.

Okay. Take it easy.

Enjoy yourselves.

Carla...

Just ignore me.

I feel really toxic right now.

And I don't want to be.

Sure you're okay?

Yes.

It's just envy.

That's all?

Like what?

-If you want me to go...
-Not this again.

Good night, Víctor.

You have the same waist
as my mum when she was young.

Crap.

Disgusting.

All right, here we go.

You're doing it on purpose.

Here I come.

Since meat is
so expensive

I can't put it to waste

It just kicked in.

I'll stay here a while.

This is so delicious

Let's do it again, Rosita

You're not a bad cook.

You'll look gorgeous
in my mum's dress.

Do you have a hard-on?

...Jesus, look
at it rain.

Dirty little bugger.

What are you up to?

You're nice and comfy, Martí.

-You found a good spot.
-Don't tickle me!

Come on! The whole parish
is waiting for you!

You slut!

The whole village
is waiting for you!

I love you so much!

Cut it out!

Are you cold?

You should kiss
once and for all.

Now you two.

Jesus, it's freezing.

I missed the bus.

How come?

No, no. I don't think Carla
will be back.

-It's better that way.
-Of course.

What? Mireia, don't
look at me like that.

You make me feel bad.
I can't say what I think.

-She'll be happier there.
-I didn't say a word.

What's the name
of Víctor's new girlfriend?

Happy birthday, Carla.

Can't wait to see you here again
in Valencia.

We're all waiting for you,
little squirrel.

Little squirrel.

Lord, look at this pigsty.

Any news?

No.

Oh. So what will you do?

What do you want?

Go to the meal.

What a pain. I'm not going
to the stevedore's dinner.

Why not? Víctor
will be there too.

You might enjoy it
more than you think.

What? I've nothing against them.

I don't want to work there.

Dad says there are
homosexuals too.

Martí!

What a journey!

-You look gorgeous.
-So do you.

-I love your beard.
-Love yours too.

You pig!

Wheels don't work.

They broke my suitcase.
It's knackered.

-So I see.
-Light as a feather.

Valencia...

Did you want to come back?

A lot.

All the others are back.

Well, Víctor lives here.

How is he?

-Isn't he going out with a girl?
-Yes.

They've made a down
payment on a flat.

He didn't finish Psychology.

He's been working in the port.

My parents want
me to do the same.

I'll die if I don't get
the Madrid job.

-How's your mother?
-Great.

She's working in a ministry.
My aunt had contacts.

They pulled strings?

Yes, pretty much.

That's how it works there.

And you came for Christmas
just to see this lot?

The flight was cheaper that day.

Your mother doesn't mind?

They have summer hols now. We'll
take a trip when I go back.

How do you mean summer?

It's summer there now.

In the Southern Hemisphere.

-Do you celebrate Christmas in
August? -No.

No, in December.
It's December there.

But it's summer in December
and winter in August.

You can go to the
beach at Christmas.

-Not like here.
-Sure.

Last year we had Christmas
dinner on the beach.

Good Lord.

I do yoga on the
beach every morning.

Cool.

His balls are this big...

It is what it is.

Breathe...

Nelly, don't force it,
know your limits.

And back up again.

Lower your arms.

Take a leg.

Lift it as high as you can.

If I can't do it,

I lower it a bit more

and join my hands.

Hello?

-Raise them.
-Yes, that's me.

Exhale, lower the leg.

-But... seriously?
-Set the foot down.

-Warrior pose.
-Really?

Okay, okay.
I'll send it this afternoon.

Okay, thanks.

Okay, fine, thank you.

Breathe...

They accepted my project!

-Three years in Madrid!
-Awesome!

-Congratulations.
-That's brilliant, Martí.

I'm so pleased for you.

-Great. I'm happy for you.
-Thanks.

You were right.

Oh my God.

If they'd told me five years ago
that Víctor would end up here...

You'd have married him.

Hey.

Hi.

Hi, I'm Carla.

I'm Naiara.

This is Naiara.

Come in.

May I?

Wow!

Some flat, you bugger!

We closed off the balconies
to make it roomier.

-And the furniture?
-They deliver it next week.

We ordered from a friend
who has a design studio.

-It's a lovely space.
-Thanks.

We didn't want typical,
local furniture.

Typical tacky minimalism.

-Like on a cheesy TV set.
-Right.

With the Audrey Hepburn print
they sell in a discount store.

The bedroom is this way.

But you associate different
things with Marilyn.

-Right, Alba?
-Totally.

I think so too.

Hi.

Who was it, Víctor?

-Hi.
-Hi.

What about Andreu?

Hi, Carla.

-How are you?
-Good, and you?

Didn't Andreu come?

He's working.

-How's work going, Jaume?
-Fine.

But I can't wait to retire.

The good news is that I can
freelance starting in the summer,

so I'll come back to Valencia.

Cool.

I want to be with Martí.

I'm bloody sick of the Germans.

-Need a hand here?
-Err... yeah, drink.

Alba...

-Hey, be careful.
-You be careful, dude.

I'm going to put on...

Our song!

-I'll put on El llobarro.
-Do it.

Long time no see, Jaume.

About time!

They delivered the
furniture today.

Scary

Shit, it's heavy.

Big time.

We like a light dinner.

Here's to Valencia!

The omelette is delicious.

Thanks.

-Don't mention it.
-Seriously?

Yes. Don't you want some?

No. Otherwise,
the pill doesn't give me a buzz.

Jesus, dude. Straight
to the point.

The white cheese.

Ten!

Eleven!

Happy New Year!

This is my year!

I've got a surprise.

A great year.

What is it?

Fucker.

Bitch!

Tomorrow is the farewell

Come here, come
and enjoy yourself

Come and play at
the camel races

Cheap and cheerful

Cheap and fun...

Yay!

Here comes the last chance
to move your body.

And bit by bit

it comes to an end.
Go for it, move it!

Thanks for your
visit, we're off!

I've edited up to there.

-Artist.
-It's a bit...

You see everything and nothing.

It's awesome.

Will you be doing
that in Madrid?

Madrid?

You didn't tell him, did you?

Excuse me.

I know I screwed up.
I made a mess, okay?

But I want you to
understand that...

Sometimes I feel the need...

to be as free as you are.

-I need to do it alone. -And I
need to know you trust me.

-Of course I do.
-Do you?

Will they break up?

No way.

Now what do I do? Do I tell you?

And how do you react?

Lighten up, guys, it's
party time. All right?

-All right?
-Yes.

I came to pee, but... May I?

-Sure, knock yourself out.
-Hey, listen.

Call me crazy,
or maybe I'm just drunk,

but Víctor is checking me out.

Because you look fab.

His girlfriend...

She's so dumb.

It's really bitter!

You're going for it, huh?

It's my first time.
Who knows when I'll be back.

Any seeds for the birdie?

The little squirrel ate it all.

Carla?

Want some?

Bloody hell...

Let's dance.

What's up?

I still don't know
how to take it.

Just be happy for me.

Hi.

Hi.

How are you?

Good.

What's up?

Nothing.

I'm glad to see you.

Me too.

The party's starting.

Are you coming?

Naiara.

Sure. It's great to meet you.

Same here.

Sorry.

I never take E,
I'm beginning to feel it.

Help, help, help.

-I got all intense with Víctor.
-What?

You're really buzzing, right?

I'm so glad to see you guys.

Your skin's so soft.

Andreu is buzzing!

Marina, can we...

-Can we have a word outside?
-No, we're here.

Why not?

No, please... Come with me.

It's just a second.
Not in front of everyone.

Let's go upstairs.

Check out the drama queens.

What's going on up there?

Want me to fetch them?

Yeah! Bloody hell, come down!

Yeah, let's go.

I know what we can do.

Aqua aerobics,
like I do with the kids.

Get a place, babe.

Come on!

The things you
know about me

I can't be bothered

To tell the
others about them

You talk to me
about the past

An idealised past

You tear me up inside

Oh, this is a
nightmare, it's torture

If you could just feel

How calm I feel

When I'm close to you,
more than with anyone else

When things go wrong

You listen to
my complaints

Life hurts less

If it's with you

When things go wrong

You listen to
my complaints

Life hurts less

If it's with you

If it's with you.

I'm gonna dive in.

I'm gonna dive in!

I'm gonna dive in!
I'll die happy!

Go on, dive in!

The tortilla didn't
agree with Naiara.

She was dancing like crazy,
I saw her from up there.

Little angel...

-Let's do something.
-Where is everyone?

Search me...

Check out Carla.
And Naiara as sick as a dog.

-Where is...?
-Shut it. There's not much left.

I thought I'd left it there.

A bit for you, a bit for me.

-What a crash.
-And the music?

Yeah, put on some music.

I'm going to take a walk.

No, I have to do her teeth.

Not the dental
clinic thing again.

-You do the root canal.
-Where is everyone?

There's no room,
we don't have an appointment.

Let's annoy Jaume and Martí.

Come here!

I feel so lazy.

Tell me about it.

Coming to the funeral?

What funeral? Whose?

Vicente's granny.
She kicked the bucket yesterday.

I thought she died ages ago.

They say the devil
looks after his own.

I love this beach in winter.

It's lovely.

I didn't think so
when I arrived.

I want to live somewhere else
and see it with fresh eyes.

It'll definitely do you good.

I...

Sometimes I find it hard to
believe that I lived here, you know?

Not because of anything bad.

Sometimes I think about it
and it's like...

God, did that all really happen?

Like a dream.

You know what?

I'll visit Asturias
before I go back to Argentina.

To see my dad for the last time.

Jesus. Why?

Because he's ill.

Seriously ill.

Sorry.

I want to say goodbye to him.

And remember the
good times with him.

Because there were
good times too.

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