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He's coming.

Look, look at that.

She's gagging!

She's gagging, alright.

No, I didn't like this one.

Let's see, put on...

- Which one? - This one.

Wait, there's one here that's...

That's gross.

- No. - Look at it.

- No, no, no. - Come on.

No, it's gross, dude!

- Give it! - How can you watch that?

- Look at it. - No way.

- Look at it. - No, I don't want to watch it.

Then I'll tickle you.

You're gonna fall!

- I got you! - No.

I'm not ticklish on my feet.

- Oh, you're not? - It's true.

Stop it, stop it!

Stop.

- Okay. - That's it.

- That's it. - That's it.

- That's it. - That's it.

MATERNAL

- What are you doing? - Oh, shit...

What are you doing?

Here I go!

No, no, no!

Stop, stop!

Fucking snobs! Come on, break it!

Fucking snobs!

Holy shit!

Hurry up!

Dickhead!

Come on, I'll race you.

Check this out.

Hey! Wait for me!

You're a show-off!

Watch this.

- Stop hogging the ball! - I'm wide open!

Down your line!

- Pass the ball! - Here!

Come on, run!

- Bitch! - Such a klutz!

- Behind you! - Efraín!

- Shoot already! - I'm wide open! Pass!

- Pass it! - Bring it out!

Over here!

Come on, pass the ball!

- Oh, come on! - What's your deal?

Why do you always go after him?

Too pussy to go after me? Are you too pussy or what?

- It was an accident. - Carla!

It's just football!

- You okay? - Yeah.

You sure?

- You're a bitch! - Your mum's a bitch, dickhead!

Little bitch...

Hey, don't go with them. Don't go.

They can go to their fucking homes, chill out,

and then come back and fucking say to my face

that it wasn't a foul and he's not hurt, dickhead!

- That's enough, Carla. - Fuck them!

Carla!

Penélope.

Well, look who's here!

What's up, kiddo? Won't you say 'hi'?

Won't you say 'hi'? Say 'hi' to me!

Oh, now you will?

Okay, okay, okay.

Don't pick on her.

- Bye. - Bye.

Bye.

Pick me up later?

You, yeah. Not this kiddo, though.

She doesn't love me. It is what it is.

Such a dummy.

- Mum? - What?

Chispas! Come by at 9 p.m.!

Hey, calm down! Calm down!

Hop in the shower.

Cut it out!

You've got to shower.

Little piggy!

Carla?

- Carla? - What?

Come.

Come just a sec.

Hold this for me.

Like this. Hold on.

- What are you doing? - A selfie.

There.

Let's see.

Perfect.

Look how cool.

- Let's see. - Isn't this background so cool?

What about that cool filter?

Here it is.

This one, with the stars.

- I'm not in it. - Don't get so close.

Hey, it's Penélope. Leave a message.

Mum, are you going to be long?

- Enough! - Tell me.

- Tell me! - Enough!

Let's all calm down, please.

Let's see, Carla.

I want to believe you, but you're making it hard for me.

Who were you with?

With that boy.

- Shut up. - You shut up!

The house owners may press charges.

You didn't do a prank. It's a crime. Alright?

And it has serious consequences. Do you understand?

What will happen?

Well, initially, they're willing to drop the charges

if you cover the costs to repair it all.

- At least 1,000 euros. - Fuck me.

Will you pay for it?

- Don't look at me like that! - Don't hit me.

- Don't hit you... - Enough.

Well, let's see.

Why didn't you go to school today?

- Why not? - She's been throwing up.

Oh, so you've taken her to the doctor, right?

No.

We've been over this. You need to be on top of her.

- I'm not making her go if she's sick. - They'll split you up again.

How are you feeling? You're a bit pale.

- Why didn't you take her? - Why don't you ask the boy?

- Shut up. - I won't shut up.

- You only ask the town scum. - Shut up.

- They can go and ask Efraín. - I haven't seen him.

You spend all day with him.

How would you know? You're never around.

- You're always after him. - Look who's talking.

Can you tell her I'm in my right to live my life?

- You're 14, for fuck's sake. - Hold on, Penélope.

Grow up.

- You've left her alone? - Of course not!

Have you been at home alone?

No! Don't you see she's a liar?

- I'm a liar? - Yes, you.

Tell her about the inspection.

- What? - Shut up, Carla.

- What inspection? - Shut up.

Tell her they're closing the restaurant because it's gross.

Don't you dare say that about our house.

- You don't know shit. - Stop.

- Don't raise your hand. - The fuck I will!

- Calm down. - I'm your mum!

- Penélope, please. - Respect this house.

My grandmother bought this house so show some respect.

Penélope, please.

- Ungrateful brat. - That's enough, Penélope.

- Carla, your birthday? - May 31st.

Asun?

- We've got the blood results. - So?

We need her up on the third floor for a test.

- Third floor? - Yes.

- Who's her legal guardian? - Her mother, at the moment.

Well, come up with her so we can do a test.

Okay.

Carla.

- What did they say? - Don't worry, I'll explain.

- Carla, look at me. - We need to talk. Carla!

What did they say? What happened?

What's wrong?

Carla.

Carla!

What's wrong? What did they say?

- Look at me. - Carla?

Please, don't go!

Carla, what happened?

Carla!

What the fuck happened, Asun?

Another day, okay?

Hi.

Are you sure you don't want anything? Not even some fruit?

Carla, you have to eat.

Come on. Come with me.

Come on.

Come in.

Hi, Carla.

- I'm Rubén. - Come in.

Come in, we don't bite.

Look, this is the behaviour stoplight I mentioned.

We use this to assess you on punctuality, hygiene, respect...

If you do well, you get a green point, and if not, a red one.

And there's also yellow, meaning so-so.

If you get a lot of green, you get a prize for the week.

More money.

And the others?

- The others? - The girls.

- Oh, they're studying. - Yeah, or working.

- I'll go. - Okay.

- Where's he going? - To take care of a crying baby.

Hey!

Carla! Bye then!

- I don't know. - What don't you know?

- I don't know what to draw. - Draw me!

I'm not good at drawing people.

- No? - No.

Then Bruno.

Then a butterfly.

How's everyone?

- Hey. - Hi.

- How are you? - Hi.

- Then a door to get out of here. - How are you?

So, so...

Hi, sweetie.

Hello.

Grab a seat. And you girls, all spread out.

Of course. Well, make some room.

- Sit here. - Buy a bigger sofa.

- Always thinking about shopping. - So annoying.

- You're all so sweet. - Super sweet.

Here. Welcome. Do you want this?

- Are you comfortable? - What an ass-kisser.

- Woah there! - Sheila...

Hey, I'm her tutor.

- Exactly. - Yes, exactly.

Too much favouritism going around.

- Who'll give me a massage? - Sit down, Carolina.

- On the first try! - 50 euros.

Yeah. You're selling them cheap!

I'll sit down here.

- I don't have money. Sorry. - Of course.

Then I don't have hands.

I want to go home.

Let's introduce ourselves so she can get to know us, okay?

- Who's up first? - Okay, I'll go.

Well, I'm Estel, but you already know that.

I got pregnant when I was 14, but...

I'd been in a relationship since I was 12.

When I found out, I was already 27 weeks along,

which is more or less five months.

And my worst memory from that time

is that everyone would stare at me in the street.

When everyone in my town found out, they'd come to ask me

what had happened, if I was really pregnant...

So four days after giving birth,

my son's father beat me up at my house, with my son sleeping next to me.

And I didn't want to report him, but my mum ended up doing it.

So the whole process began and that's it.

- Okay. Good. - Well...

Well...

Who else?

- Why do you keep looking at me? - I think it's your turn.

Well... Let's do this.

Let's see...

When I was 13, I started going out with my father's daughter.

I was with him until I was about 16.

He abused me, from the beginning of our relationship.

Though... the biggest thing that happened

was when I found out I was pregnant.

At first, he was really sure he wanted to keep her,

everything was great, he supported...

He pretended to support me because hitting isn't supporting.

Until it reached a point when I was five months pregnant

and he punched me in the stomach,

trying to kill my daughter.

Because he even said it, "That baby won't be born," bang.

And when you're not far along,

you only get transvaginal ultrasounds.

So when I pulled my pants down,

they saw a huge bruise on my leg.

So they asked me how I got it.

I told them I fell down, but obviously, they told me,

"This isn't from a fall. This is a beating."

They told me I had to report him, but I didn't want to.

So the hospital reported him.

- And so here I am. - Yeah, you are, Jami.

Well, well...

Look how you've got us!

- Come on. - Let's see, who's next?

No one wants to talk?

- Shall I? - It's really hard.

- You? - Okay.

Alright.

Well, I'm from another centre.

I spent three years at a hospital for a suicide attempt.

Because I didn't want to eat.

So, for example, I would eat a biscuit and then throw it up.

I was there a year and then I left.

Then I started focusing on working out.

I'd go to the gym every day, but whenever I met up with my boyfriend,

he'd say I'd only go to fuck the guys at the gym.

So I stopped going to the gym because he didn't like it,

and I only focused on him, not on me.

So...

The centre then realised that I was getting worse.

I got admitted into the hospital again and I said, "That's it."

So I left him.

During that time, my period wouldn't come.

I told the centre and they said it was normal because of the situation.

Until one day they decided to do some blood tests

because it wasn't normal.

And they told me I was six-months pregnant.

So here I am with my baby girl, super happy.

Thanks to her, I overcame depression, bulimia, everything.

And how cute is she?

- Of course! - Yeah!

- And how cool is it being here? - Exactly.

Not because of the girls, but I feel supported by the tutors.

Because my parents don't support me.

Oh, tutor!

- Sheila, you're going to make me cry! - Then cry!

Anyone else?

- Tell us as much as you want. - Of course.

Hi.

My name is Raki. I'm 16 years old.

Let's see...

Let's see... When I was nine years old...

my uncle sexually abused me.

I didn't know what was happening.

I didn't understand anything.

And...

At school we had a talk...

about the topic.

So then I realised...

what my uncle had done wasn't right.

So I told the teacher.

And...

She told my mum and my aunt,

my uncle's wife.

And well, they didn't believe me.

My aunt got very angry.

She slapped me and called me a liar.

And...

she made the whole town think I was a liar, no one believed me.

In the end, I ended up saying...

that it was a lie, that I made it up, that I didn't know why I said it.

So I...

I started to take drugs.

I met a boy.

I stole all of my mum's jewellery.

I went to Zaragoza

and we both started to work there.

We had a room in a house.

And well, things started happening,

and the owner of the house called the cops.

And that's it, they came for me and all that.

I was pregnant.

And they asked me, "Do you want to keep it?"

I said yes because...

if I have this baby...

it'll be the only person who stays with me.

And you're beautiful.

And that's it.

Is it my turn?

- Yeah. - Come on.

Well... my name is Claudia and I'm from the Dominican Republic.

- You know it,mami ... - Just so you know.

So I came here when I was 11 years old.

My dad brought me here.

My family is back in the Dominican Republic.

Though I didn't know my dad.

I saw him once when I was eight and it was for paperwork.

He only stayed 15 days.

When I came here, he was a complete stranger to me.

And...

We have the same personality, so there was a lot of tension.

Then, when I was 15, I met my boyfriend.

- The love of your life. - Yeah!

In truth, for me, it was like love at first sight.

Because...

Because when I saw him, I said, "This guy is mine!"

And the months passed by,

and I was still only 15, but months later, I got pregnant.

I was living with my grandma.

What happened was I was lying on the bed

and when I woke up, I was covered in blood.

On my way out of the doctor's with my boyfriend,

I bumped into my dad, who I wasn't on good terms with.

And he was the one who called to get me admitted into a centre.

I got admitted into a juvenile centre,

though I shouldn't have been there because I was pregnant

and that's not a place for a pregnant person.

That's the way I saw it and I spoke my mind.

Plus, I felt I had been tricked.

So I warned them I was going home.

She warned them!

I said I was going home because that wasn't the place for me.

I have a home, so let me go home.

Once you have a place for me, let me know.

So I went back home and a week later, I was here.

- Welcome! - "Yeah, you're going home!"

It's very, very difficult.

But...

We've all had difficult stories.

Mine is tough, but... I did a little summary.

So I don't cry.

Mine is summed up too because if not, I'd be bawling.

- Mine is more than summed up! - It's good that you did.

It's just an introduction.

And the hardest thing I've gone through in this centre,

is my mum dying

and me not being there.

These things can happen.

Oh my!

We're all going to end up crying today.

I can't sleep either.

My belly hurts a lot.

Are you going into labour?

No.

I haven't lost that mucus plug.

Hey... Does your boyfriend know you're pregnant?

Well...

First of all, he's not my boyfriend,

I mean, he's my best friend.

- Your best friend? - Yeah.

But I didn't want to tell him.

Why?

I don't know.

What's his name?

Efraín.

That's a bit of an ugly name.

What's he like? Is he nice?

Yeah.

What else?

He's tall too.

He's got a funny smile.

- Hey... - What?

Are you scared?

No.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Why did they separate you from your mum?

I don't know.

Can I lie down with you?

How far along are you?

Seven months.

Do you want to touch my belly?

Okay.

I'm five months.

Do you want to touch her?

No.

I do! Put it in there.

You got a boo boo?

Shall we chop it?

Shall we chop it?

Let's chop it. Here.

We've chopped it in two!

Carla. Your mum is here.

She's downstairs.

- Carli! - Hey!

Holy shit, look at you!

- You messed up big time, kiddo. - Carla.

Carla, come back.

Stop. What are you doing?

- Carla, open the door. - No!

- Don't be a brat. - Tell him to go!

I missed the bus.

Don't lie! You're here to see me! What's he doing here?

Stop yelling, please.

- Tell him to go the fuck home! - Carla, I've come...

- Wait. - Dickhead.

I'll never fucking come back!

- Then don't. - You can rot in there.

Dickhead. Don't come back if it's with him.

Don't bother my daughter!

- If she cries, don't say anything. - Yours cries too.

Don't remind me. I'm fully aware she cries.

Sheila!

- Alright, enough. - Rubén! She won't shut up, dude!

Hey! Come on now.

Careful with your shoelaces.

Shit, help me, Galla. I can't reach.

I can't do it.

Woah, she needs to calm down.

Looks like someone's got low blood sugar!

Is that alright? Yeah.

- Which ride should we go on first? - Let's go?

- The Ferris wheel. - The bumper cars, right?

Not yet.

Tutor, come and see the view.

- Let's see. - Look over here!

Look over there!

Look how pretty.

- Look at Camp Nou. - So cool!

Where?

- Right there. - I don't see.

- Oh, okay. - You see it?

- I'm looking that way. - Yeah, yeah.

- And the centre must be around there. - No.

It's pretty. Let's take a photo.

You want a photo here?

- Yeah! - Let's take a photo!

At my level!

- A selfie. - I want one too!

I want to get on.

I want the pink car.

- I want blue. - I want blue too.

Which one will you get?

- The red one. - Red?

- We're going to crash. - Yeah, though we can't crash.

- We've got to be careful. - Yeah, yeah.

Holy shit! Bye-bye.

Let's go!

Come on!

Let's get on!

Carla...

- You can't get on, okay? - What?

- No, you can't. - Yeah, yeah.

- No, Carla. - I am getting on, Karol.

- No, sweetheart. - Stop it.

- No, Carla. - Stop it, stop it.

- No, you stop it. - Stop it!

- You stop it. - Fucking stop it!

- Don't shout at me. - I'll get on if I fucking want to!

Calm down, okay?

Don't touch me.

- Calm down. - Carla.

Enough. Cut it out.

Go on. Stand there.

Carla.

Did you piss yourself?

Karol!

Karol!

She's pissed herself.

What are you doing here?

They told me about the scene you made at the fair.

That's not on, Carla.

You can't fall asleep?

How's Raki doing?

Good.

She's doing good.

- And Bruno? - He's also doing well.

About to be born.

Come here.

No.

Come and help me.

Let's see if we can make it your favourite colour.

You're such a punk!

- "Punk..." - Go on, good night.

Alright.

Alright. Hurry!

- Oh, he's cold! - What's up, baby?

Hurry, hurry.

- Let's see. - How are you, baby?

- You see how much he loved his bath? - Yeah.

There we go.

Look.

Alright, one foot.

And now the other.

Where is it? Here.

How are you?

Look how he laughs.

Come on, hurry.

- Hello! - Shall I put the first foot in?

- Okay. - Alright.

Let's see.

Hello, sweetie. Here.

- Have you seen how cute he is, Carla? - Hi.

Come on.

Now the arm. A little help, Carla?

Grab his... There, very good.

He's so calm.

You're so lucky.

Come on, we're almost done.

One, two, three.

- Careful. - Of course.

Come on. Snap his buttons.

Bruno!

Look. Hello!

Want to hold him, Carla?

- Can I? - Of course.

Hold on.

Now Carla is going to hold you.

Carla, sit down better or you won't be able to.

Like that. Okay.

What's up?

Look at how he's looking at us.

He's like, "Who's holding me?"

Hold on. Of course, now your belly...

There we go.

- Much better. - What's up?

That's much better! Isn't it?

Grab him. Take him.

Here we go. It's okay.

There we go.

Dude, why won't he shut up?

Because he's a baby, Raki. It's alright.

He's like this all fucking night.

Tell her, "Mummy, I'm just a baby."

Don't talk to him like that.

Calm down.

Raki, can't you see if you're stressed, he gets stressed too?

Come on, let's go outside.

He does it to fuck with me, I'm telling you.

There, there.

There, there.

Let me try.

- Go on, get some sleep. - For fuck's sake, man.

What's wrong with him?

Bruno, Bruno, Bruno. All day, Bruno, Bruno, Bruno.

I talk to her and she ignores me.

Hold on.

Now.

I mean, ever since Raki had Bruno, ever since he was born,

she won't stop and everything is "Bruno, Bruno, Bruno."

- And she ignores you when you talk. - Of course, she's stressed.

It's normal, sweetie.

Once you give birth, you don't have time for anyone else.

Or energy. No time or energy.

- Hold on. - Careful, let me get through.

- Buggy avalanche. - Yeah.

- Put the buggy here. - It's so hard to get through.

- Look at the headbands. - They're cute.

- So cool. - Try it on.

- They're fabulous. - I'm trying this one on.

The pompoms?

Look.

They're so cute.

Your pompom is in the way.

Pompom! Try on the pompoms.

Look how cool.

Oh, such a cutie.

He didn't like it much.

He's thinking, "What are you putting on me, mummy?"

Look, Mía.

Let's see you.

- I'm going to buy them. - Okay.

Hang on.

- The pompoms for you. - The pompoms for me.

- This? - Yeah.

That'll be 2.99.

Your receipt.

- Here. - Don't fucking look at me.

- Carla? - What happened?

What's with her?

Carla, calm down, okay?

What's wrong?

Time to sleep.

You need to sleep.

You're always awake.

Leave that. I'll finish cleaning up.

- Go upstairs and rest. - No.

- Come on. - I said "no".

Raki.

Raki.

Raki.

- Do you want anything? - No.

- I've got money. - I don't want anything.

I hardly recognise you.

Don't worry, your friend doesn't know.

And the others?

Who?

I don't know, back home.

They're saying you went back to juvy.

It's not juvy, it's a shelter.

Whatever, Carla.

Plus, who cares what they think back home?

That makeup suits you.

Can we sit?

Does giving birth hurt?

"Does giving birth hurt?"

Carla, it's the most painful thing ever.

I don't think anything tops it.

And man, with you...

I thought I'd die.

You didn't want to come out.

You were breech and had the cord wrapped around you.

You weighed almost 10 lbs.

I breastfed you two years.

And look how saggy they are now.

And I had some great tits.

Watch it, kid! Look at him.

You'd bite my nipples, you bitch.

You'd bite them,

you'd look at me and laugh your ass off.

I think you did it on purpose.

And I did all this alone.

You've got Karol, Rubén...

Me...

But I was alone.

My mum had just passed away.

And your dad checked out.

- But yeah, honey, it hurts a lot. - Shit...

It's shitty, but get used to the idea.

WHAT'S UP? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? HELLO?

HI EFRAÍN

Efraín.

Alright, careful with his head. There we go.

Stop, Rubén. Enough.

I'm a first-time mum, not stupid.

Alright, come on.

That's it. Isn't that nice, Efraín?

Mummy gives nice baths, doesn't she?

- Isn't this nice? - Just like that.

He's so comfy.

- What are you looking at? - What's up little shark? What's up?

- What's up with you? - Alright.

Very good.

Hey, cutie pie! Hey!

- See how he looks at you, Carla? - Look at his little hand.

Look, Carla.

Look.

Oh, he's so tiny, my gosh.

Look how cute he is.

- Let's do the cloud? - Yeah!

Look at the cloud, the cloud fills with water,

the cloud, the cloud, the cloud...

Where's Efraín? Here he is!

Hi, how are you?

- Karol, why do your hands stink? - I was helping out in the kitchen.

- Don't come near him. - Okay, sorry.

- What's up? - What's wrong?

Don't cry, baby.

Come on, don't cry. One arm.

- Here, let me help. - No, Karol. Stop.

- Let me help. - I can do it.

Okay, okay. Alright, mummy can do it.

It's alright.

Come on. That's it.

- Yeah, we're done. - Baby.

That's it. Efraín.

- That's it. We're done. - Very good.

- I'm going with Estel and Pol. - Okay.

Bye, Efraín.

Bye, Bruno. I'll lay him down here.

- Next to yours. - Okay.

- So they can become friends. - Look at him.

How fun, little guy!

Look at Bruno.

- No, don't cry, it's Bruno. - Oh, he doesn't like him.

My love.

Come on, be his friend.

Look, best friends forever.

- Take his hand out of the way. - There.

You laugh, but if I get puked on...

We'll see.

Mine's puked on me so many times.

When I'm burping him...

- Right. - And he goes "bleh".

It's good to change positions once in a while.

Or else his head will get malformed.

- Oh, don't say that. - Oh, yeah.

Look at her face!

- Change sides. - Put him on his belly.

Or maybe sit him down.

- There we go. - Like that.

Whenever my son cried, it was horrible.

Hearing "waa, waa" was just nerve-wracking.

I couldn't stand it!

And if she's got a test the next day, you can't stand her.

No, she's right.

I'm not a patient person, though I think I should be.

Because babies don't come with a manual.

I tell you, you learn to be a mum day by day.

Yeah.

With everything.

It's normal to get stressed out or not know everything.

There was a girl here, though she's gone now,

but she didn't see herself fit

to be a mum, to take care of the baby...

and everything, so she gave him to a foster family.

She couldn't take care of him. It was too much for her.

Plus, she had a difficult baby.

He had a lot of trouble feeding.

We had a tough time.

Karol and I tried to shove the spoon in and close his mouth

so he could eat because the doctor said he was underweight.

And he just didn't want to eat.

I remember this girl left crying, saying, "I can't take it,"

and Karol and you and I would try to feed him.

Yeah, yeah... I remember.

She couldn't do it.

Shake this for him.

No, he'll try to eat it.

- He can't yet. - No.

What's wrong, baby?

- Come on. - Baby, baby.

Alright, they're leaving, okay?

I'll see you later. Leave us alone a while, please.

They're leaving, baby. It'll be just us two.

- Get some rest. - Baby...

Come on, baby. There, there...

There, there. Please, Efraín, stop it.

Carla.

If you're calm, he'll sense it and calm down.

Yeah, whatever.

Carla, everything okay?

- Yes, Karol. Let me do it. - Okay.

There, there.

Come on, that's enough. That's enough, Efraín.

What's going on? You'll wake my daughter up.

He won't stop crying.

What's up with him?

- Why is he crying? - How would I know?

Relax, he'll sense it if you're on edge.

Stroke his nose like this. It'll calm him down.

I can't, look.

- Hold him lying down. Shall I help? - No.

Everyone gives me tips, but he won't sleep.

Yeah, but you've got to relax.

- Whatever, just leave us. - Okay.

Night.

Let's see.

Carla.

Carla.

Shall I take him?

Carla.

- Shall I help? - No, you won't be able to.

Let me do it, come on.

Come on.

There we go.

There we go.

And the one with the black dots?

- This one? - Does it come in a set?

- Yes, of course. - No, I don't like it.

- Can I see the one with the blue stripes? - This one?

Do you have it in his size?

Oh, what an angel. Of course.

Size zero?

Look how adorable.

Oh, yeah.

It's so cute. Do you like it?

I bet you're thrilled to have a baby brother.

How much does it cost?

- 25 euros. - 25 euros?

It's cotton.

Cotton?

For a piece of cloth?

I don't care how much cotton it has, it's not worth it.

Look at him.

Little sleepy head.

- Can I hold him? - No.

He looks like your friend, with those almond-shaped eyes.

It's okay if he cries, he's a baby, Carla.

- Yeah, but then I can't sleep. - Oh, poor you.

You didn't let me sleep either.

Only breastfeeding or singing Estopa calmed you down.

I'd sing all the songs I knew.

You should sing to him. Those songs you dance to.

Or sing one of those Latin American songs.

Oh, let me hold him for a bit.

Yeah, yeah.

Look at him.

- He's still sleeping. - You'll wake him. Oh, no.

- You're sleeping him later. - Hi, chubby.

- You'll do it. - What's up, chubby boy?

Look at how cute he is.

What's nanna doing? Huh? What's nanna doing?

Carla.

The girls are going for a walk, why don't you tag along?

I can't.

Come on...

How do they do it?

Like this.

- The other one. - Oh, okay.

- Alright. - Let's do it again.

- They go like this. - One, two...

Now the other one.

Jamila looks like a duck!

- Hi, Carla! - Hi!

Hi.

Hi, Carla!

Hey, Carla, can you show us how to do that weird move?

This one?

- Yeah, that wicked kick. - Yeah!

- The kick. - Kick, kick...

Step back, then forward.

It's two kicks

and then you step back, back, and forward.

Oh, it's super hard. I don't get it.

Hold on. Look.

You're about to score a goal. Imagine, you're the striker, you score.

- Sorry. - So, kick, kick,

back, back, and forward.

Kick, kick, back, back, and forward.

How come you dance so well, Carla?

- Where did you learn? - I've always danced.

It's in her DNA.

I have loads of Instagram followers too.

- Really? - Yeah.

This is my last video.

Woah, look at her.

- Those moves! - You dance so good.

Where's that?

- In my town. - Cool.

Look at those dance moves.

It's so dope.

So cool.

- Okay, I'll film you. - Okay.

- Are you a couple? - No.

- Just friends. - But you can like your best friend.

- Do you like him? - No, it was a mistake.

A mistake!

What mistake?

You fucked him because you wanted to, right?

- Let's see. - He didn't force you, right? Or did he?

- No. - No.

- So? He had your consent. - You wanted to do it.

Or you didn't know.

The same thing happened to me.

When I started doing it with my baby daddy,

I didn't really know what we were doing.

I did some research.

I mean, I knew we were... But not...

But I was really easy to manipulate back then, so...

Well, before I started having sex,

- I researched it all. - What did you ask about?

- I went on Google. - Really?

Yeah, the first thing I did was start looking things up on Google.

Though you can find a lot of crap on Google.

So I thought, "Well, I think I'm ready to do it."

But when I did it, I thought, "What was I missing?"

- I would've had an abortion. - Not me.

- I would've. - No.

- I would've. - I would've.

I couldn't decide whether to have one or not,

but I was always against the idea.

How far along were you when you found out?

I was two months, so I could've done it.

- You had the chance and didn't do it? - No.

At your age, you could've aborted and you didn't do it?

Yeah.

Kudos to you, really.

Come on, Sheila. Open up a bit.

You're just sat there...

There's something she wants to say under that smile.

No, there's nothing to tell.

How did you meet him?

On Facebook.

- No, that's my daughter's dad. - Oh, yeah. Right.

- So tell us. - Tell us.

How did you meet him?

- And you, Estel? - What about me?

What was my first love like?

It was pathetic.

I fell in love with my baby daddy playing with stickers.

He came from a different school in my town...

And then, well...

They put us together to do something, we were in the same group

and we had to do these stickers

and we started sticking them on each other.

For the fun of it.

We liked each other and we started hanging out every day

and... two and a half years.

So, that's how it happened.

Playing with stickers.

It was cute. It's a cute memory really.

Love is cute at first.

At first, then everything turns to shit.

- Haven't you ever been in love? - Me?

Look, I've been in love without wanting to.

Just imagine.

Carla, Carla.

Karol says to go upstairs, Efraín's crying.

You're so mean.

We're not laughing at you.

Hey, Efraín.

Can you shut up?

Huh? Will you stop crying?

Shit...

You like fucking with me, don't you?

You like making mummy mad.

Shut up.

Fuck...

Tutor!

Tutor!

- What? - He won't shut up.

Well, let him be...

I feed him, I bathe him,

I sing to him, I dance for him, what more?

Can you tell me what else so he can sleep?

Have you tried holding him? You know he likes it.

If I hold him, he cries.

What else can I do? He won't sleep.

- First, you need to calm down. - But I want him to sleep.

- He's fucking with me, Karol. - No, don't say that.

That's not true, alright?

You need to calm down or he won't fall asleep.

Isn't that right? You're not fucking with her.

Efraín...

Stop it, man.

Efraín.

Hey, baby, enough.

Let me sleep.

Come on, please, stop.

Come on.

How are you?

I still have to fix the chimney.

Something about the smoke and the road.

And Asun said that if I fix it, it'll sell easier.

I checked out an apartment.

The rent's not bad.

I don't know.

I think if we sell

and I clean some more houses,

we'll be able to make do.

Damn, it stank in there.

Look.

It stings.

- Look. - Damn.

Mine is more swollen and redder.

Naturally.

War scars, honey.

It's not like you got killed.

You've had it for 14 years.

- Yep. - Where do I dry my hands?

- Come on. - Let's go.

- You're not washing your hands, nasty? - No.

You can't miss school when you come back.

It's close, so now you have no excuse.

I would've liked to keep studying.

I would've gone into nursing.

Another one?

The last one.

What do you want to be?

An astronaut.

Carla.

Don't let anyone make you feel small.

You hear me?

No one.

Okay?

You know how they treated my grandmother.

"The whore, the whore..."

And my mum, "the whore's daughter," dealing with the same shit.

But don't allow that.

No.

Just a second.

Chispas, I'm with my daughter.

Yeah, yeah. No, no...

Yeah, okay.

No, you know I can't answer when you call.

- Hey! - She doesn't let me answer.

Just a sec.

Just a second, Carla.

Carla.

Where's your mum? Isn't she coming to say "bye"?

She said she had to go or she'd miss the bus.

- Here. Lie him down in his crib. - No, you do it.

- I can't do it now. - Carla, what's wrong?

The invention of the...

- "Printing press". - ...printing press.

Textile something.

- "Textile manufacturing". - Carla, I don't know it.

You do know it.

The city...

as a centre for...

- "Politics". - ...politics.

"Textile manufacturing"?

Say, "Very good, mummy. You know it really well."

You'll do great.

- Bye, baby. - "Bye, mummy."

- Bye. - Bye, good luck.

Bye. You'll fucking ace it.

MUM

What?

I'm with Efraín, he's sleeping. What do you want?

The usual, give him his bottle, he falls asleep again and that's it.

No, I haven't said anything.

You think I'm a dumbass and that I'll believe that?

Okay.

Dumbass.

Keep going, keep going.

More. Or it'll hit Rubén.

Okay...

- Like that? - There.

- That's it. - Okay.

- Are you sure? - Hold this here, Raki.

- Thank you. - Need help?

- Yeah, pins. - Hold on, I'll get them.

Put them here.

- I'll let go. - Give me one.

- Rubén, how many chairs? - Between one and two thousand.

- Okay, then I'll get 100. - Okay, cool.

- Rubén. - Hi.

Let me introduce my bae.

- Hold on. - I'll let you finish.

- What's up? - Nice to meet you.

- And my mum. - Hi!

- How are you? - Good. Nice to meet you.

I love this look.

Is it good?

- Oh, hang on. - Come with me!

Come with me!

Oh, orange!

Rubén, he's mocking me.

- Is he? - What's up, buddy?

Carla!

Carla!

- Hi. - Hello!

Hi!

- Look at nanna. - Hi!

How are you, little boy?

- Can I hold him? - Yeah, hold him.

Careful, he might spit his dummy out.

Hello. How are you, baby?

- Hi. - Hi.

- How are you? - Good.

- She came! - Yeah!

Hi.

I'll grab your bag.

- Wait, like that. - Okay.

Okay?

Carla.

- Offer her something to drink. - Yeah, what do you want?

What you're having.

- A Coke? - Yeah.

- Rubén, the Coke? - A cup?

Oh, look. Thanks, Estel.

Dude, you guys don't know the lyrics at all.

I mean... He doesn't say that.

Let's see that move.

Come on! Hurry!

Come on, please!

Hurry!

Hey, mum!

I got a bigger size so it'll fit him longer.

I like it a lot, but...

you didn't have to spend so much money.

There's a buyer.

For the restaurant.

Asun said the money would be good for our case.

What's wrong?

Sheila and her kid have been here three years.

They told me I could stay until I'm 18.

Carla...

They've paid a deposit. I can't back out.

- Is it because of Chispas? - It's not that.

Then what?

Let's go with the girls?

Everyone's there and we need to help pick up.

You go ahead.

You sure?

Let me finish and I'll go.

Okay.

- "Cheila", I'll put this here. - I'm not "Cheila".

Always the same.

- How's it going, Estel? - Good, really good.

I was thinking of doing the course.

You just have to sign up in May,

they'll send you an acceptance letter,

and you start in September.

- What course? - Nursing assistant.

- Yeah. - Can you imagine me as a nurse?

I don't know.

Alright then.

Okay, girls, I'm going to fuck around a bit.

Okay.

- Is the pay good? - No.

They don't pay shit in old folk's homes. 900 euros.

- But if you work in a hospital... - Carla.

- What? - Can you come to the room with me?

What's wrong? What happened?

- Why is he crying? - Carla, he's peed all over.

But I've changed him.

- When? - Karol, I changed him this morning.

But you need to change him more often.

Carla, I told you yesterday and the day before,

you need to change him more often.

- I change him every day. - Okay, let's change his nappy.

Don't you feel bad for him, Carla?

There, there, hurry.

- Plus, if he cries, so does Bruno. - I know.

Come on, grab him, Carla.

Carla.

Carla.

Carla, turn down the music and grab your son.

Come on! Do it...

Grab him, he's crying. Can't you see?

You grab him, Karol. Please.

Please.

Please.

Come here. Let's see.

What's wrong?

There, there. Alright.

- Giggity, giggity! - Giggity!

- What are you doing? - Hi, Carla.

- We're getting pretty. - It's Friday.

- You're going out? - We're going out.

- It's Friday. - Can I come?

Will they let you?

- Of course. - Yeah?

Then you need to get all done up.

- We can do your hair and makeup. - Okay.

My, oh, my!

Pass that thing so I can do your lips.

Okay, girl.

Oh, this girl. Really...

Oh my.

What are you doing?

Getting all hoed up.

Hey, language!

Fucking talk properly, it doesn't cost shit.

Estel!

- You know you liked it. - No, and you know it.

- Carla, let's see. - Don't be like that.

- So pretty. - You see how I did her makeup?

- You did it? - Of course.

- Carla. - What?

- You son has a bit of a fever. - There's baby paracetamol on the shelf.

Give him some and he'll fall asleep.

I know it's there, but let's both go and give it to him.

- Karol, you do it. - Let her come.

- Come on... - We've been getting ready.

- It's just four hours, please. - But you should be with your son.

She's already ready.

- And you're sending her to her room? - It's a waste!

Hold up, who am I talking to?

- To all four of us. - All four of us.

- You see? - Okay.

There'll be another time.

You and I will stay here with the baby.

Karol, I'm not staying. I'm going with them.

- He needs you and wants to be with you. - Okay.

- Okay? - I'll fucking stay.

You didn't have to do that, Carla! Are you going to pay for my lipstick?

Did it break?

Who's the cutest in the world?

Baby.

Hello! Look at this.

Look! Your bottle.

I'll leave it here.

- Karol? - Yeah.

- He doesn't have a fever. - He has a bit.

- But he's okay, look at him. - Yeah, but he's a bit feverish.

- Tell Karol, "I'm okay." - I know.

- "Mummy can go out." - No, she can't.

- Isn't that right? - But...

They can leave their babies here, but I can't?

Because they're not sick.

- But look at him, he's alright. - Okay...

That's it. Cut it out.

You see, he's fine.

- Say "hi" to mummy. - Give him his bottle.

Okay.

What's up, baby?

Huh?

My handsome boy.

Karol's gone.

Now you're going to let mummy go.

Right?

No? Okay.

Do you want your bottle?

Go, go, go...

That's a dick!

Now what should I write?

"Nice dick!"

- "Here's a like." - "Here's a like for your dick."

"Nice dick!"

It's a dick! Oh, this one.

This one.

I can't believe it!

- Holy shit, you're here? - Look at this dick!

What are you doing here?

- Karol let me come. - Yeah, of course.

- And the door was left open. - Of course.

He's asking me, "You think I'm cocky?"

- You've got a big cock. - Who's Mateo?

Mateo, the hot guy!

Have you seen Mateo's cock?

- Is he coming? - Yeah, with some friends.

- What's your name? - I'm Gur.

- "Gurrrr". - Gur.

- "Rrrr", no. Gur. - Gur.

- Well... - You've got nice eyes.

- Thank you, gorgeous. - They are.

- Come on... - Okay.

- I want chicken and lettuce. - Coming right up.

Look, look.

Jamila is such a flirt.

- He's not bad at all. - Come on...

Where are your glasses?

Come on, he's not that bad, right?

- Yeah, totally... - He's not that bad in general.

"Can I get your Insta handle?"

No.

"See you later."

Let's see...

It's ten to eight.

- Really? - Yeah.

Jamila, please!

How are you?

- It's ten to eight. - Then I won't even sit.

Let's go.

- Let's go. - No.

- What do you mean? - Yes.

- Just a bit longer. - We'll get a red dot.

- I'll show you a dance. - No, sweetie.

- It's time to go. - I'm not leaving.

- You're going to get in trouble. - So be it, I'm staying.

- Whatever. - And Efraín?

- You sure? - I don't care.

- We're leaving. - Okay, leave.

Okay, I'm out.

Carla, I'm sorry, but I'm going. Take care.

Bye.

Bye.

KAROL CENTRE CALLING

Carla.

Where were you? I was worried.

Didn't you check your phone?

He's been crying all evening.

Here, hold him. There you go.

There, there.

You see? He needs you.

Carla?

What's wrong?

What happened?

Carla...

Galla, Rubén!

Karol, come!

Carla, sweetie, what's wrong?

Carla, Carla...

Carla, sweetie, calm down.

Carla! Calm down, calm down.

Look at me, look.

Look at me, look at me.

Calm down. Look at me.

There, there.

Calm down, calm down.

Calm down, sweetie. Sit down.

Sit down.

There, there.

There, there.

There, there, sweetie.

- There, there... - Call my mum.

- I want you to call my mum. - We'll call her.

Come on, breathe.

Breathe, sweetheart.

Breathe.

Mum.

He doesn't love me.

I do everything and he keeps on crying.

Karol grabs him and he doesn't cry, but he does when I hold him.

He doesn't love me.

I do everything: I bathe him, I sing, I dance,

I feed him and he keeps crying.

I do everything, I don't know what else I can do.

He doesn't love me. He doesn't want to be with me.

He doesn't want me to be his mum.

Then when I'm with the girls, I always have to look after him.

Either he has a fever or he's crying and he doesn't let me live my life.

No. And he keeps doing it.

No.

I do sing for him, but he doesn't like it.

Yeah, I sing that one too.

Yeah.

Can you sing a bit for me?

Can you sing a bit more?

What's up, chubby boy?

Hi.

- Hi. - How are you?

Good.

- Hi. - Look, it's there, on the second floor.

- It turned out nice, didn't it, Asun? - Yeah, you'll love it.

Well, I'm going.

- When will you pick her up? - Sunday at 6 p.m.

She can't stay till Monday?

No, Penélope. You know she can't.

Alright. See you later.

- Do you want to see the house? - Okay.

Then to the restaurant. I've got to pick up some things.

Okay.

It's nice out.

My grandma loved sitting here in the sun.

Are you going to see your friend?

Later.