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["Que No" by Deluxe playing]

[assistant] Clearing set!

MADRID, MARCH 7, 2022

[phone chimes]

JULIO HEY, JULIO HERE.

IT'S BEEN A WHILE, RIGHT?

Uh, cut.

I DIRECTED A MOVIE. I'D LOVE YOU TO COME TO THE PREMIERE.

- You good? - Yeah. I'm good.

[driver] Should I drop you at the hotel, miss?

PLEASE COME.

A JULIO MERA FILM

THE YEARS TO COME

DIRECTED BY JULIO MERA

[song continues playing]

Thank you.

IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN

CHAPTER 2 SLEEPWALKING

[tapping on window]

MADRID, MARCH 12, 2022

[background chatter in café]

Shit.

Irene.

- Hi. - [Julio] Hi.

- Uh... - What's up?

- How are you? - You're in Madrid.

Yeah, but just for a few days. That's all.

But you didn't come to my premiere. I was looking forward to seeing you.

Yeah, it's just... I was working, and I couldn't... escape, but...

- [Julio] Ah. - How'd it go?

Well, it went all right. Don't worry. It's all good.

I'm glad to see that you still come to this café.

Mm. [chuckles]

I actually have to go. Good to see you.

Can't you stay for five minutes? We could grab some coffee and catch up.

For five minutes? What could we say in five minutes?

I don't know. We could catch up. You could tell me how you're doing.

Or you could just make fun of me for how incredibly bad my movie's doing.

It's horrible. I'm getting criticized from all sides.

- Is it that bad? - Haven't seen it.

Well, uh, you should hurry up with that 'cause in two days they're pulling it.

I can send you a link so you can watch it.

- Julio. - [phone chimes]

Done.

I'm not gonna watch the movie.

Irene.

Hi. The table at the window.

- Every shot I directed in the movie... - Here's 50. Thank you.

...I would wonder how you would do it.

Really?

I guess that makes sense why it's getting bad reviews then.

If a commercial director was your inspiration... Not good.

Your commercials are fantastic.

Yes. And I have a script about the 2004 bombings

that I've been trying to get made for 15 years.

But I guess you didn't have a problem copying my idea

and making your own movie, did you?

I want you to watch it so you can see I didn't copy anything.

I'm not going to watch it.

But I made the movie for you.

- Irene. - Seriously?

You really have some nerve, don't you?

Seriously.

I mean. What's wrong with you?

I haven't wanted to see you all these years, so you make a movie?

So I'd forgive you?

So I'd forget all the shit that went down between us?

To... I don't know, hmm, make a romantic gesture

in order to impress me? Or what?

I don't know. Don't you think it's nice

that someone makes a movie because they can't stop thinking about you?

- No. I think that... No. - No?

I think it's the opposite of nice.

I think it's a fucking terrible idea is what I think.

Just give it up, okay? Forget about me, all right?

Get over me already.

Because I'm over you.

["No Sé Que Me Das" by Fangoria playing]

MADRID, MARCH 28, 2004

[singing along]

Are you feeling it yet?

Not yet!

Let's go ask your friend Gonzalo for help.

- He says he's not feeling it yet. - Huh?

How 'bout me?

I'm so fucking happy.

[whooping]

Hey...

Is it true that you right-wingers have the biggest dicks?

[chuckles]

Does that move usually work with straight guys like me?

Especially with fascists like you. [laughs]

You are such an idiot.

Madrid, you are beautiful.

I love you, Madrid.

Have you heard anything from Irene?

["Said Too Much" by Cavendish Music playing in background]

[moaning]

♪ Did you ever get the feeling You said too much? ♪

♪ Ever get the feeling that You said too much... ♪

[moans] Oh God...

[moans] Ooh.

Did you come?

No.

- Here, let me help you. - Hey! No, no, no, no, no. Babe, it's okay.

Why?

'Cause, Jesus. You trying to kill me or something? [chuckles]

- Really? - [Fer sighs]

I don't know. I don't know what's up with me.

It's like I can't... I don't know. Every time I read the news or...

relive what happened, I...

Is it bad that I feel so alive right now?

Maybe it's because of my eye.

I mean, so I don't have to think about the fact that I may end up blind and...

Hey. Ire. The surgery went well.

So should we go again?

Again?

Uh...

The doctor said I should carry on as normal.

- Yeah. - And what's better than this? Right?

Right.

[Fer chuckles nervously, laughs]

POLITICAL ISLAM

- [man] She's doing her research. - [woman] Hmm.

She really should be focusing on healing her eye

and not obsessing over what happened.

Sure, but it can't be easy for her.

- Mm-hmm. - Although Fer is helping a lot.

Sure. I'll tell you how he's helping.

They're at it all day. Just like rabbits.

While we act like we don't know what's going on.

- Hey, I'm going out. - Call me later, okay?

- Sure. We'll talk later. - [woman] Great.

Bye.

Good morning.

What are you doing? Stop it! Don't touch that.

I'm almost done, and if you mess it up, I'll never finish it.

[man] Of course you will.

[Irene scoffs] Right.

Or not.

Maybe this is proof that I'm not a good writer.

I'm lucky to have lived through something. The story's slipping through my fingers.

Lucky? What are you saying?

Well, maybe you need to find someone who can help you write, sweetheart.

What about a teacher? Or your friends from college.

Or go back to Madrid.

[woman] No way. Can't you see she's not in any state for that?

She needs to get better, and that's it.

- She needs peace and quiet. - Then I should've just died on that train.

Come on, sweetheart. Look, your writing is really good.

- You just need to keep working... - Wait a second.

A bomb exploded in front of her face.

She almost lost an eye.

Have the two of you lost your minds or what?

- Thanks for letting me crash here. - Jesus, you're so heavy.

- [Julio groans] - [both laugh]

Ah. We had a long night.

- [Da] Mm-hmm. And day. - Right.

I don't understand why you want to sleep in the bed with me.

It's 'cause the drugs and my vulnerable nature mean

I want to cuddle... everyone.

- Yeah, but I'm not made of stone. - [Julio] Uh.

I'm stuck. Get me out!

Better you keep it on so you don't get cold,

and I'm not so tempted by you.

Well, I'm open to everything.

I'm very open.

[whispers] Irene.

Irene.

[man] Look at... Look how well she writes.

Look at her vocabulary, her semicolons.

I've never used a semicolon properly in my life.

The girl's good.

Are we really going to let her drop out of college? Hmm? Throw it all away?

Stop overthinking it.

She doesn't want to go back.

And I don't want her to go. She's fine here.

Sweetheart, what do you need now?

[man] Oh, she's sleepwalking.

When was the last time she did this?

[woman] When she had that huge physics exam.

- We have to talk to her gently, okay? - Yeah.

Um... Sweetheart.

- Sweetheart, go back to bed. - Come on.

Honey, go back to... Okay, gently. Go back to bed.

What's she doing?

What's she look... Her laptop.

I think she's looking for her laptop.

What's she doing now? Wait. No.

Oh! No. No, no, no, no! Ah.

- Ah shit! - [urine spattering]

She is not well. She is not okay. She is not okay.

- Jesus Christ. - [urine spattering]

- [Jimena] Honey, come on. - [Adri moans]

Go to your bed. We set it up for you.

- Come on. There we go. - [Adri moans]

[exhales]

FROM: RAMÓN LAMALA. URGENT.

"Hi, this is Ramón, Irene's father."

"If my daughter ever found out, she'd kill me,

but could you read her script, and then call me on this number..."

[door opens]

- Da. Da. Come on. Come on. Wake up. - Huh?

[Jimena] We're going to Castellón.

- Right now? - Yeah.

- Why? - We're holding an intervention.

We can't leave Irene to rot up there. So get up. The train leaves in 45 minutes.

- All right. - [Jimena] Let's go. Come on.

No fucking way.

This is Julio. Did you fuck him?

Come on. Have you lost your mind?

Would I be going to Castellón if I'd fucked Julio?

Do you think I get to fuck anybody I want?

I act like I do because if I put it out there

then maybe one day it'll be true.

Pass me the Post-its.

You know how it is.

It's always been that we gays fuck whoever we can,

not whoever we want.

Whatever. Hurry up. I'm going to get changed.

Okay. [sighs]

- Come on. - Let's go. Let's go.

[muffled announcement]

[breathing heavily]

What are you doing? Get on the fucking train!

No. No, I can't.

[Jimena] What? I thought you wanted to go.

I can't do it, Jimena.

Oh, babe.

[somber music plays]

You never say anything or talk about it, so I forget sometimes that you were there.

Fucking Irene runs away, Julio's MIA, and you don't say a word.

But you saw the whole thing too.

Well, I wasn't going to let those bastards rule my life.

At least, that's what I was planning to do

until just a few seconds ago, I guess.

- You wanna get out of here? - Yeah.

- Okay. Let's go. - Let's go.

- You think you can handle the bus? - Yeah.

Do you think I'll ever be able to get on a train again?

I don't know. But we'll find a way, okay?

You know, even if I have to get you a Europass this summer.

Like immersion therapy.

[announcer] ...train on platform 2. Platform 2.

[music fades out]

Was I wearing this last night?

Hey, girl!

[chuckles] What are you guys doing here? Why are...

- So you've seen who's come to visit, huh? - [Irene] Yeah.

What great friends you have. They really missed you.

Yeah. That's...

So... What's actually going on?

It's the surgery. It didn't go well.

- Is that it? Am I going to be okay? Am I... - Look. You've scared her.

She's not in a place for surprises.

It's sweet, but it's too soon.

Trini, if you're not gonna help, don't get in the way.

I've never gotten in anyone's way.

- What are you talking about? - [Da] We read your script.

And it's... Mm... Well...

It's...

There's something cool about it.

Mm. Or, well, maybe not really.

But you know, why did you decide to go to college? To learn.

- Which script are you talking about? - Tell her you invaded her privacy.

- Dad, what did you do? - Nothing. He was saving you from yourself.

Sh. What happened last night?

I don't know. What happened last night?

Nothing. Nothing happened.

Mm. No, something happened last night because...

because my friends from Madrid are here,

and I'm wearing different clothes than when I went to bed.

And they've read a script that no one should have read.

So what happened last night?

Do you remember that tough physics exam?

The one towards the end of high school?

Did I do it again?

You mean, you peed on your dad back in high school too?

- You fucking queen! - [Da laughing]

- [Ramón] Sweetheart. - I'm sorry.

If something bad happens to her, I'll never forgive you.

- Come on. Move your ass! - Okay, okay. Sorry. My tit fell out.

Where are you going?

[Da] Coming!

["She" by Matthew Simon Clark and James David Pickering in background]

♪ She walks like she's got some recipe ♪

♪ I talk like a child When she looks at me... ♪

DON'T MOVE, WE'LL BE BACK WITH A SURPRISE. DA.

- Hi. - Hi.

Sorry, but you have a...

"Look after Julio and don't let him leave."

I'm Julio.

Oh. You can make breakfast for Matt, and I'll make sure you don't go anywhere.

[phone chimes]

- Hey, Mom. - Where are you?

- At home. - At what home?

You're not at your father's place.

I came to drop off some lentil soup,

and your dad told me you didn't sleep here last night.

Hey. Hold on. I didn't say anything of the sort.

Okay? She worked it out for herself. She's a bloodhound.

And when I lie, it shows on my face.

I'm at my friend's place.

[woman] Darling, maybe it was a mistake to make you go live with your dad.

Why don't you move back in with me?

- Is that what Dad wants too? - No, but...

Somebody has to take you to check-ups for your hearing

and to keep track of your medication.

You need someone to look after you, sweetie.

What I need is to be treated like normal, Mom. And Dad does that.

So I'm gonna stay with him.

So?

He says he wants to continue to stay with you.

- Good. - Oh.

So now you want him to stay as well?

- I have no idea what's going on anymore. - You staying for lunch?

We're not going to have sex, Pablo.

But you brought lentils.

So?

And I think you know very well what lentils do to you and me.

It's good. I'm good. And things are so much better with Fer.

Even the sex is better than before and is just non-stop.

- Really? - Yeah. Yeah.

- Wow. I'm so jealous. - [Irene laughs]

But it's not like there's anything else to do in Castellón.

[Da] You're throwing your future away,

and you're writing crap to prove to yourself it's not your thing.

If my writing is always going to be shit, then why should I go back? Right?

- Why should I even bother? - It's self-sabotage.

It's not.

You're trying to prove to yourself you're no good so you don't have to go.

And you are good.

What happened to the script for the short? It blew us away.

It blew you away? I'm pretty sure you thought it was terrible.

Come on, woman.

You know better than to listen to us, right?

You know it had potential.

It doesn't matter. After the attack,

I just feel like I need to write something that's more profound.

You want to write something deep? That's great.

But you don't have to do it in Castellón.

You can come with us now or wait ten years. It's up to you.

But do you want to waste ten years when you know we could all be dead tomorrow?

Jesus.

Fuck.

You could wait until the patch gets taken off to see how good your sight is.

Trini.

What about Fer?

- Why isn't Fer here? - Did you call him? Mom.

This'll be a lot harder for me with him here.

- Why do you think I did it? - Let's hurry up. What else do you need?

- Uh, underwear. - What? Underwear.

- They're here. Okay, and... and... - Where?

- Yes, that too. Hand me the coats. - Jesus, that's a lot.

You're leaving?

[Trini] Go on. Say something. Make it nice.

Are you leaving for real?

Go ahead, Fer. I think you can do better than that.

Oh God. Don't look at me. Don't...

- Go on. Look at her. Look at her. - Mom, that's enough.

Okay. All right. We'll leave you two alone.

No. No. I mean... [sighs]

Okay...

I'm sorry, Fer.

It's just that I can't let a bomb define my life.

And the last month here with you has been great, but...

Hey, don't worry about it.

The underwear.

And the camera there.

You'll come here some weekends, okay? And I'll come to you some weekends.

And what we have here, we'll have it in Madrid.

Thank you.

Are we really going to let her leave?

They haven't even removed the stitches yet.

[Da] Hey. You can just drop us off at the bus station.

- [Fer] No, no, no. - We don't want to take advantage of you.

No, I'll drive you back.

Seat belts, kids.

["Si Es Que Hay Suerte" by Nosoträsh playing]

You know you don't have to take us all the way to Madrid?

It's a pain in the ass. Right?

It's fine if you wanna drop us off at El Pirulí.

- Six. - I won.

- [Da] Anyone home? - Out of the way. [laughs]

[Da] Hello?

[laughing] It was a joke.

- Anyone? - [Julio] Da.

What's with the suitcase?

Come and look who's here.

Irene.

- Julio. - How... how are you?

I tried calling you a bunch,

but everything just sounded like an excuse so...

I'm sorry for leaving the hospital like that.

I didn't know that you had...

[Fer] Good news! I found a parking space on my second loop around.

For Madrid that's really not so bad. [laughs]

Hi, there.

Do you live here too?

- No. - No, no, no. I... I was just about to leave.

[Da] You can stay for dinner, right?

Yeah, dude. Stay. Otherwise, I'll think you left because of me. [laughs]

[laughs] Right.

- No, no. It's... - No, yeah, yeah.

- It's just... - [Da] You're staying.

After dinner, you can disappear.

- Jesus. - Wow. So many people.

- [Da] Look who it is... - Irene. Hi. How are you, babe?

Why haven't you gone back to your house yet?

Hi, Matt.

[Da] Which Bustamante? Cabezón de la Sal?

[Jimena] San Vicente de la Barquera.

[Adri] The ones in the second season are bad.

Come on, bad? Like you could sing any better.

I didn't say I could sing, just that they sing badly.

- I've heard them. - [Jimena] Listen.

She thinks she's a judge on American Idol.

[Adri] Yeah, I wish. Because honestly...

- [Fer] Another? - Uh, yeah.

- It's your fourth and... [chuckles] - Uh-oh.

- [Fer] Mm. - We're celebrating, right?

- Drink. Drink. - Thanks.

Throw in the can of meatballs too.

[Fer] With the tuna?

[Da] The ketchup masks the taste.

[Fer] Ketchup, meatballs, and tuna?

I think I'll have to come stay a few days to teach you guys how to really cook.

[Da] Oh, no. No, no, no.

- We don't like to take lessons. - We hate it.

You don't live here and...

Guys, stop eating my biscuits! I'm stressing out.

[laughs]

Set the table in the living room, please.

Okay. Go on. Uh... Take this.

Got it.

[Da] Come on.

- [Fer] Can I help? - No, no, no, no, no.

You should stay here and explain to me why tuna and meatballs don't go together,

okay?

I'm really happy to see you.

Even though I brought Fer?

Is he staying in Madrid?

No.

- Good. - [Jimena] Coming!

[Da] It's hot. It's hot!

- How's everything in here? All good? - [Irene] Yes, great.

- Okay. Come on. Matt! - [Fer] Where should I sit?

Dinnertime!

- [Irene] Sit here if you want. - [Fer] Okay.

How lovely. All together again.

All right. Let's toast with cups, mugs, whatever we have right now.

[Fer] Oh. Thanks.

Don't drink too much 'cause you have to drive later. Okay?

[Fer] No way. I'm spending the night.

[Da] In that case, drink up.

[Adri] I don't have a plate.

[Da] You still hungry after everything you ate?

[Adri chuckles] Yes.

[Da] So what should we toast to?

[laughs]

- To us. - [Jimena] To my diet.

Because I'm fucking quitting today.

- Do you know why? - [Irene] Mm, no.

Well, because I feel like I've been putting my life on hold until I'm thin.

And that when I'm finally thin, I'll travel and fall in love.

As though my life will start then.

But no. Because I could have been on that train with you guys.

And I would have died overweight and with my life on hold.

Maybe we shouldn't put our lives on hold, right?

[Da] That's great, Jimena.

No more putting life on hold.

Cheers to that.

[Jimena] Come on. Cheers.

- [all] Cheers. - Cheers.

Well, I'm gonna get myself a plate.

[Da] Right.

How many of the people that died were on a diet?

[Julio] No. Don't go there.

That's a thought spiral you won't be able to get out of.

We should all listen to Jimena.

We should enjoy the here and now.

We are amongst friends.

And I'm having a fucking great time.

The Julio we met at the premiere has come back. How cool.

I don't know,

but let's make tonight last because later I have to go home and I'm gonna hit a low.

You could always spend the night here, if you want to.

Thanks, but that sofa doesn't look too comfortable.

Oh, no. No, no. I don't mean the sofa.

We could bring the mattresses out here

and all sleep together. You know. Like a sleepover.

- We've done it before. - That's what they're like here.

- You'll get used to it. - Yeah.

- [Irene] Are you in? - Me next to Matt or Julio. Or both.

Everyone's crazy in this house, huh?

[Da] We're gonna watch Awakenings, okay?

It's about catatonic patients

that a doctor manages to bring back to life.

- Maybe the metaphor's a little obvious. - [Julio] I don't get it.

Just that we've been through a nightmare, and it's like we're sleepwalking.

The metaphor is something has to wake us up.

- So that Madrid goes back to normal... - [Jimena] No, no.

We are not watching that. Tonight we're gonna watch Thesis.

[Adri] Team Thesis.

Adri, you only get a vote if you live here.

We're watching Thesis.

- [Jimena] That's right. - I mean, no. Hey. I meant Awakenings.

[suspenseful music plays on TV]

[gentle snoring]

Why's everyone asleep? It's a good movie.

I think it's because it's the tenth time I've watched it.

If you want, once Da falls asleep, we could take some shots and catch up.

I won't fall sleep, 'kay?

I'm not going to miss out on the shots.

Okay.

[Da snoring]

THESIS AN A. AMENÁBAR MOVIE

[clattering]

- You got up, and you didn't tell me? - [Irene giggles]

Because you were asleep.

Did you ever imagine we'd end up like this? [chuckles]

Like what?

Me feeling down and you fucking another guy non-stop?

How... How do you know that I'm...

Da.

- Ah. Fuck. - He's got a big mouth and...

I guess he told me so I'd stop thinking about you.

And did it... Did it work?

Kind of, but not really.

Can I tell you something?

I can't stop thinking about the victims.

I've read everything in the news about the attack.

Yeah. Sure. Me too.

- I think I know everything. - Mm-hmm.

What they did.

What their dreams were.

If they were married.

If they were in love.

What do you think they would've said about us if we had died?

That we would have missed out on this.

["Motorway" by Anni B Sweet playing]

♪ I'll never understand why ♪

♪ Your voice is so related to my mind ♪

♪ I'll never understand why ♪

♪ Your voice is so related to my mind ♪

♪ Wrong it's not in your noise ♪

♪ Hidden feelings On the top of the roof... ♪

Do you have a condom?

- No. - No?

- But I'm on the pill. But I guess... - Okay. What do I do?

Da must have one in his room. I'll look.

Okay. Uh, sure. Right.

Uh, no, no, no, no. Wait. No, no. Later.

- Do you want to? - Yes.

♪ Oh, oh, I'm driving on a motorway... ♪

[Irene groans]

♪ Hey, hey And I'm following the signs of the road ♪

♪ Because I can't go on on my own ♪

- [song ends] - [Fer] What?

[Julio] Uh.

- [Irene] Fer. - Jesus Christ. Irene, please.

- Please, Irene, not you. - Fer, I'm sorry.

- Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry. - No, no, no! Don't come near me! Okay?

- I'm sorry. - Look... I... Um... I'm leaving.

- No. It's just... - Please don't. Don't follow me.

Fer!

- Oh, what did I do? - [door slams]

Fer.

What the fuck was I thinking hooking up, uh, with a...

With a what?

[Irene] I don't know!

You aren't even fucking real.

And he is real. [stutters] He's Fer.

And he's my boyfriend. And he loves me. He loves me.

And he's been with me all these weeks in Castellón.

And he's looked after me, supported me, and he's given me space.

And he's fucked me whenever I asked him to.

And I asked him a lot of times, okay, a lot of times. A lot.

- I think you're having a panic attack. - No, no, no!

- Shut up because you don't even exist. - What's going on?

Fuck!

[Jimena] What happened?

[Irene breathing heavily]

[Irene] I was in the kitchen, um...

Then I hooked up with... with...

with... And then Fer walked in.

You could have just waited until he went back to Castellón.

- [Irene] Yeah. - Or done it in the bathroom.

- I got lost for a moment and I... - [Jimena] Did Fer leave?

[Irene] Yeah.

[Jimena] You're not gonna go after him?

Fer.

I can't find my car, okay. Otherwise...

Fuck this city.

This is where you're going to live? You're gonna leave me for him?

I don't want to leave you.

You don't want to leave me. Christ, Irene,

for someone who doesn't want to leave me, you're not trying very hard.

- You hooked up with another guy... - I know.

While I'm sleeping in the room!

I don't know why I did that. I don't...

Because he's really hot. Why else?

And because he's charming.

And because with the whole bomb victim thing,

he even had me going.

Where the fuck is my car?

It's just that these last few weeks have been so weird for me.

And I think that between the bomb and the meds, the sedatives and everything

I'm not myself lately. I love you, Fer. Please.

- Please stop. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - Jesus, Irene.

Some things are more difficult to forgive than others.

I know that.

I mean, I caught you with a dick in your hand.

Jesus, that motherfucker has quite some dick!

And you're such a dick-worshipper.

There's nothing I can do.

And I don't want to either, you know?

You can come here begging, asking me for forgiveness,

but I have my self-respect and my...

Where the fuck is my car? Dammit! Fuck! I want to go fucking home!

- Fer. - Don't touch me. Don't touch me!

Let... let me give you a hug.

- You want to give me a hug? - Yes, please.

So you're going to comfort me about the fact you cheated on me?

- Madrid really has turned you crazy. - I don't know. Uh...

But not me because I'm from Castellón. Actually from Castellón.

And there, we don't forgive people who cheat on us.

No one would ever even dream of it.

And I'm educated, you know?

And I'm a modern guy who's studied,

who understands things, who tolerates everything, but...

My God, Irene. My God!

I have my limits too, okay? Because in Castellón, limits exist.

And in Castellón, we don't have this many cars, God dammit!

Let me go with you.

- To Castellón? - Yes, to Castellón.

If that's what it takes, let's go back to Castellón.

Irene,

you want me to be in Madrid because Castellón and I are too small for you.

Not enough for you.

- Goodbye. - No.

- As soon as I find my car, I'll say bye. - [car chirps]

Don't leave me. I love you, Fer.

- What do you mean? - Sorry.

You haven't spent the last four weeks fucking me

to forget about the people who died in the attack.

No. You've spent the last four weeks fucking me

just to try to forget your feelings for that guy.

Mm, but I don't love him. I don't know what it is about him!

- Stop lying to yourself. - Don't leave.

Please do me that favor.

I will at least leave you with a few parting words.

Important words, Irene.

Goodbye.

Be happy.

My car's been booted.

Fuck you, fucking Madrid!

[somber music plays]

DEPARTMENT OF INFORMATION SCIENCES

MARCH IN ATOCHA

Pretty good.

Is it that bad?

Maybe it's a little soon for you to talk about this.

What about the other script you were working on?

[students chattering]

What did the professor say?

He told me I should go back to the other script.

I don't know. I guess I'm not good at drama.

A bomb explodes in my fucking face, and I still can't do drama.

- It's hard to believe. [chuckles] - Will you go back to it?

- You should. The other one was great. - No.

The other one was missing... something.

I'm not sure what, but...

It was missing something.

It's Julio, isn't it?

Are you gonna call him?

["Wait until Tomorrow" by George DeAngelis and Sparky Buddha playing on radio]

WHAT IF WE SKIP CLASS AND DO SOMETHING WE CAN REMEMBER.

♪ We were playing to our future... ♪

1 MISSED CALL JULIO

- We always have leftovers. - [doorbell rings]

I'll get it.

I'm glad you came.

I'm glad to see they took the patch off.

Yeah.

I brought a friend.

We can kick him out when we get sick of him.

Yeah, sure, but I brought some wine. Expensive wine. A whole five euros.

- [Julio] Go ahead. - [Irene] It's totally burnt.

[Jimena] A good tortilla isn't cooked for too long and has onion.

Pass me that glass, babe.

- [Adri] Is it worse underneath? - I'll still take some.

- [Jimena] No, it's not good. - [Da] Listen up.

So I've been thinking.

About how if a bomb, well, not a bomb, 13 bombs,

couldn't bring down the city, or us, then I say

nothing and no one can. Right, guys?

So how about we toast to that?

And also to you not making loads of noise tonight.

[Irene chuckles] All right, go on.

Don't look at me. I'm leaving right after dinner.

[all laugh]

Oh yeah?

[Da singing in Spanish] ♪ It's a real pleasure ♪

♪ To be together again ♪

♪ Because good friends ♪

- ♪ Today we are after our loving ♪ - ♪ Today we are after our loving ♪

♪ If you feel happy ♪

♪ Happy like I feel ♪

♪ Raise your glass with me ♪

♪ And this one goes ♪

♪ Down the hatch ♪

I love you guys.

[Irene] Nice to meet you.

And by the way, that tortilla turned out great.

Oh, thank you.

Are you leaving? For real?

Yep.

I'm not real, remember? I don't exist.

Don't worry. You're not gonna miss me.

Are you seriously gonna hold that against me?

It's not a grudge.

It's that to me, you're real.

I think you're the most real thing that ever happened to me.

- So if I say... - Are we leaving, or what?

Yeah, you diva. We're leaving.

Bye.

Okay. Bye.

[somber music plays]

MADRID, MARCH 13, 2022

- [Jimena] Da and Julio are coming. - Unbelievable. Seriously. My mind's blown.

- It's blown. No. - [Jimena] But not totally blown.

Don't let it be blown completely because I'm gonna need your help

to stop this dude from snorting all the cocaine in Madrid.

What does any of that have to do with me?

You said something to him the other day.

I don't know what it was, but he's totally gone off the rails.

Yeah. I don't know. Honestly.

It's just that I didn't watch his movie.

- If it's not that, it's something else. - There you go. That's it.

Come on, man. You act like you don't even know him.

So now you're gonna tell him that you've watched it and that you loved it.

[scoffs]

No.

I'm not gonna do that. I'm not gonna lie, okay? And...

So tell him that you're planning to watch it soon

when you have a free minute and that you're sure you'll love it.

Sure. Okay, I'm gonna go now.

- Irene. - Yeah, I'm not going to pretend, okay?

Irene, he's struggling.

He's getting hammered and going on Twitter,

and the dumbass won't stop replying to everything.

- [Irene] Whoa. - Look, Irene.

I'm not just asking you to do this as his friend or as yours.

I'm asking you as his agent.

Please. He's put all his money into this movie, and he's going to lose it all.

We have a great opportunity to sign a deal with a studio in America,

and I need him to remain focused, okay?

To stop writing shit on Twitter and stop doing drugs.

[Irene] Mm-hmm.

They're gonna cancel the contract. You don't know what these people are like.

[Irene] Well...

Oh, Irene, what a surprise, huh?

It's a good thing you're not an actor, hon, because you really can't pull it off.

Did they make you come?

No.

Nobody made anyone do anything.

No, they just set me up.

I mean, not exactly a setup, you know.

- No need to over-dramatize anything. - Ah. No?

[Jimena] Let's have lunch.

No. No.

- No. - Yes.

- Yes. - [Da] Let's have lunch.

[Jimena] Who do you keep writing to? Hmm?

- Could you just leave Twitter alone. - [Julio] They keep attacking me.

- [Da] Julio, I don't... - [Julio] And they're vicious.

- [Da] You should stop... - They're crucifying me.

They're saying how could I make a movie about the attack,

the worst attack in Spain?

Don't they know I was one of the victims?

- [Jimena scoffs] - They're morons.

Will you take his phone, please? 'Cause I swear, if I take it...

- Give me the... - There you go.

Okay. Okay. That's it, okay?

That's done. Now all of us can talk for once.

Irene, you had something to say to Julio.

[Irene] Mm.

Well, yeah, um...

I think we should put an end to this whole thing.

Let's see...

These are for you.

What is it?

Those are invitations to my wedding.

I'm getting married in a month.

Are you serious?

Mm-hmm.

To who?

["Buen Viaje" by Anni B Sweet playing]