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This is Dafne. She named herself after one of the Scooby Doo girls.

Instead of choosing Vilma, the smart

and decisive girl in glasses, she chose the other one,

the pretty girl who gets abducted.

She always wanted to be the damsel in distress.

We see her finishing a pee, but she didn't always do it sitting down.

You all right, girl?

No.

I puked in... the handwashing thing.

-Shitty shots. -Honey, it's not the shots.

It's the pill, the lines and the molly.

The fucking one-euro burgers. They're the fucking worst.

-Are you done or what? -It won't come out.

-I'll wait for you outside, okay? -Outside where?

On the street. I need to smoke.

-Smoke? You don't smoke, girl. -Sure, but I want to, okay?

Dafne and her friends are out today and tonight's going to be

not the most important in their lives,

but maybe the most important of this year... or not.

This is that night when someone buys pills. First they take a quarter,

then a half and then it's a free-for-all.

Why don't we huff this line? A shambles. Look at their faces.

This promiscuous gay who just got hit, who's bleeding,

is one of the friends with whom the girl pissing

went out to party... some party.

That's for being a dick! Don't look at him.

That's for being a dick!

Fuck you all!

Yerai, hey.

You have to get a boyfriend. I've never met a boyfriend of yours.

Those ripped guys you hook up with aren't in your league, just airheads.

What a drag.

Whatever you say. Forget it.

I'm happy loving myself without loving some other guy.

You look so cute in uniform.

Right.

The girl clutching onto this guy she just met is Amaya, another friend.

If her boyfriend finds out...

Fucking in a bathroom, no condom, nothing. Happy days.

I'm awesome. With my guy? Awesome as well. Better than ever.

I believe in love and when you've got that

and a job you love and you're stable,

it's cool, you know? It's cool. It's supercool.

This is César, the boyfriend of Martina, the puking girl

and best friend of the trans who was pissing.

This is the key part of the night.

She's going to realize that she's in love with him

in three, two, one... bam!

But they're really good friends, like cousins, like siblings.

They even live together and never imagined this.

They've seen each other do everything.

Once she saw him shitting in the street,

on another night when they were wasted.

And they fought over asparagus.

It was my fucking asparagus!

-I didn't eat it! -Who ate it? My fucking mother!

And he saw her blowing her boyfriend.

Fucking hell! No, no! Fuck!

But she saw him jerking off

watching videos of huge, super, mega, extra humungous tits.

Check out those tits.

Here he's watching her puke, disgusted,

but he's there in case she needs anything.

Do you need anything?

And above all they've laughed loads and loads together.

-Are you laughing at me? Are you? -No!

And they were there in the bad times.

Okay. Take care.

When his father died...

when she was reassigned,

when they put in her vagina and boobs and all that.

But when I lift it up...

Because they're longtime friends, before he got a girlfriend,

before she used a bra...

And although they don't say it, they love each other loads.

Well, he loves her as a friend and she's just discovered that...

I'm in love with you.

But let's do a recap. How did they get here?

Let's rewind, otherwise it makes no sense, right?

DAFNE AND THE REST

A LITTLE OVER THREE WEEKS BEFORE

How wonderful.

Starting out.

Be patient, because life together isn't easy.

Prepare yourselves.

But you look good.

-Thanks. -Thanks.

Yes, we've been going out for three years. Three?

-Three. -Living at her place.

It won't be a big difference,

but we'd like to have our stuff together, right?

-Yes, or it gets complicated. -Yes.

I stay at your place. You're at mine.

Where's my green striped dress? Where is it?

It's not here. It's lost.

Sign here and that's that.

Good. Do we hand over the deposit now?

We'll take care of it now. Don't worry.

-You make a terrific couple. -Thanks a lot.

You're a bit older, aren't you?

I'm older, she tells me. Sure I'm older, lady!

It's why my boyfriend's leaving me!

-That's not it, don't be silly! -I felt so ridiculous.

On top of you leaving me, I have to be humiliated

in front of a bunch of strangers making a big show for you...

With just my paycheck they wouldn't have rented it to me.

-I know, you said so. -And you said you'd help me...

Excuse me, I don't get why you're acting like this,

why you're blaming me. Don't!

Because I'm sad, Manuel! Because I'm sad!

Your stuff's in boxes because you're leaving.

And I'm an idiot who loves you, but gets in this paycheck mess

and pretends we're a happy couple. Why? 'Cause I wish we were like that.

Forgive me.

For what?

For everything.

Great.

I know you understand me, even though you're angry.

I'm not angry,

I'm hurt, that's all.

Of course I understand you. You like guys, you fall for one,

and three years later he says he's a woman.

I understand that you're leaving me.

I loved you so much.

I know.

Me too.

I'm grateful you've been here all this year and looked after me.

I've been here because I wanted to,

-I wanted to be with you, okay? -Okay.

Can we fuck one last time?

What? No.

-No. -No?

It's what partners do when they split up.

They fuck and fuck better than when they were a couple.

I don't feel like fucking now.

Neither do I. I don't know why I said it.

-Come here. -What?

No.

I'm going.

Shall I help you with that?

Yes, please. I'm going to call a cab.

Is César in? I'll go say goodbye.

Didn't you see him hide before, embarrassed? He's in his room.

-Hello. -Hey.

-Sorry about the shouting, man. -No, don't worry.

Well... I'm going.

Okay, well, I don't know, if you need anything...

-Okay? -Thanks. Take care of yourself.

-You too. -Yes, it was him.

-You sure? -Yeah, yeah.

He's gone. I just saw him put everything in a car.

What did you expect, babe? Really, what did you expect?

The guy was into dicks

and he had a boyfriend with one and now not only does he not,

he's got tits and he's a woman. So, add it up.

I thought, since they were together for the transition

that it'd be more romantic and it would last.

Maybe it all comes down to the same thing.

What are you saying? God, it's a drag seeing her with all her drama.

She can be such a pain.

I'd like to press a button and see her after it's over.

-She's your friend. -Sure, but she's a pain.

Honestly, she wears me out.

Now meeting up means talking about her, her, her

and she cries and cries. It's such a drag.

You know what?

I... I think he used the transition as an excuse,

but he was actually sick of the relationship.

-I didn't like him. -Neither did I.

Oh, you faker, what a liar.

You said you really liked him and he was wonderful.

-Me? No. -Yes, honey.

At karaoke recently.

That's tequila. Are you eating that cupcake?

-No, they're stale. -I like to dunk them in Cola Cao.

I'm going down to her place to print out CVs. You coming?

Sure, I've got nothing else to do but go down and print out CVs.

Yes, of course. Yeah. No, relax, whatever you need.

Right. Until you find something, relax, really.

But it is expensive.

Yeah, you'll be paying 400 bucks for a hole.

You know that, right? Okay. Okay. Come on, relax. We'll talk.

-I'm fine, really. -You're not fooling me.

It's fine, I'm telling you.

Hey, my friend Juancho's staying for a few days, okay?

-Here, where? -On the sofa.

Oh! Who is he?

Juancho from the comic store, weird pimples on his forehead?

That's Pedro. Juancho...

-Is he cute? -He hooks up a lot. Yeah.

-Is he on Instagram? -I don't know.

You met him at Charlie's birthday. He did the firefighter exam.

-Wow. -Anyway, he didn't pass.

I'm out of here. I'm going to work more hours, like an asshole.

-See you. -See you.

You know what, honey? Since we already knew

that sooner or later we'd split up, I think that, unconsciously,

I was mentally prepared.

-And that's that. -I don't believe it, I know you.

-No way, come on. -Honey, you love melodrama,

you cry at the news and videos on Facebook of animal abuse.

-Who wouldn't cry at that? -You say no now,

but you explode about nothing and puke it all up... really.

You want to push it down, fine.

I'm not here to tell you what you should or shouldn't do.

Where are you leaving those CVs?

I don't know, anywhere, until my thing turns up.

-Oh! What's your thing? -Come on.

-What? -Jeez, what a pain.

I don't know. I'll leave them in some shitty places.

Hey, why don't you give me one to take to my boss?

Because your job sucks. I want a shit job.

-But yours really sucks. -Wow! Thanks, honey.

Well, I'm going.

-Right, see you later. -See you later.

This one? What do you say?

Glossy, it's all the rage now.

No one's ever left me before. Since I've only been with Samuel...

I've thought about it a lot.

How would I be? How would I handle being dumped?

-Let's see... -No, I can't imagine it.

Maybe you think it's dumb,

but when I was a teenager

I was crazy in love with the singer from Café Quijano, Manuel Quijano.

I think he was my sentimental awakening, you know?

When I read they were breaking up, I couldn't believe it.

I bawled my eyes out, but like...

What's wrong?

What's wrong, girl? Is it because of my thing?

What do you think?

What's wrong with me? Nothing's ever wrong.

The love of my life left me. I'm an Orc.

It'll be so hard to find someone who loves me

because I'm weird, honey, very weird, and crazy, basically.

I'm 36 fucking years old and I have no house, no car,

no apartment, kids, bike, nothing.

I have a shit job, because this is a shit job,

folding these fucking terrible tops!

And I'm very unhappy, very unhappy.

My relationship turned to shit, my job is shit...

-Not to mention everything else. -What?

Everything, honey, everything!

-Calm down, please. -Sorry.

How embarrassing. You're making a fool of yourself.

-I don't care, honey. -Dafne, please. What's wrong?

I hate seeing my life go by while I fold these fucking shitty tops.

I've had it! No one could stand this fucking place forever.

I hate it. I hate it so much.

Then relax, honey. You're fired.

What?

Okay. Perfect. That's great for me now,

because I could never have quit this shitty job.

So, thank you. Thank you.

You coming?

Ah, no, no, no.

All this is because of the hormones. They go up and down.

Poor girl.

-I didn't expect this. -Right.

And the idiot is walking along all moody,

a fool and a drama queen.

Instead of sorting out her woes, she wallows in them.

Take the reins of your life, dummy!

He's thinking about the sad music she'll put on when she gets home

and how she'll look in the mirror until she tears up.

She's so mature. Well, she's also thinking how much she likes

guys with checked undies, the baggy ones.

She has a lot on her mind, poor girl. Oh!

God, the fucking music! I got to bed at fucking 3 a.m.!

I have to get to work soon! This girl and her fucking dramas!

-Hello? -Hello.

Are you alone?

Yes. César had to go early. He was so fucked up, poor guy.

Right, he sent me a message.

What are you doing here? Aren't you working today?

I got fired, girl. I got fired.

It's so weird being at home at this hour.

Like not going to school when you're sick.

The same, but with regrets. Terrible.

Why did they fire you?

Well, for saying it was all shit.

I said the word shit lots of times, loads.

-You potty mouth. -Right.

Listen, honey, you two can take this room, okay? It's bigger.

-I'll switch to the other one. -But I don't live here.

-Honey. -No, Dafne.

Yes, it's fine. It doesn't matter.

Anyway...

Come here. Tell me things. I've had it with talking about the same stuff

and I still have to call my mother to tell her.

I imagined so. He was too good for you.

That nice boy deserved something better than you.

Don't take it the wrong way.

What do you want me to tell you?

I don't know, normal stuff. What have you done today?

I don't know. It's really early. It's 12:30.

Then before... I don't know.

Okay. Well, before... I ate one of those frozen yogurts.

Oh, cool! Did it have topping?

-Hey, of course. -What?

-I put on those little colored stars. -Like M&Ms?

No, they're just sugar, little and really nice, actually.

And then, yes, I wanted to go

to return a corduroy skirt I bought on the Internet

and when it came, the color was totally wrong.

-You're falling asleep. -Yes.

Sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me,

I fall asleep all the time, all the time.

-Do you mind? -No, of course not. Go to sleep.

Okay.

The coffee tastes weird.

-Do you think so? -My stomach is really churning.

-Maybe it's that. -Fuck, what a pain.

We went to a vegetarian place and he criticized it.

I don't like vegetarian food.

-You shouldn't have gone. -You said it was so cool.

Vegetarian food is like lesbian porn.

No matter how good it is, it lacks something.

What lesbian porn have you seen?

One. It had blond girls with really long nails

who touch each other like this.

That's not lesbian porn. That's nothing.

I'll send you some links.

I love how you invite me down for coffee and take no notice of me.

What's up with you? Oh, it's about being dumped.

You look fine to me. I'll tell you one thing.

The last time I got dumped, I had to drag myself to work.

I had to take time off. It was really bad.

I'm handling it fine. You know what? I knew that sooner or later...

We all knew.

It's good, you know? If you handle it well,

you skip three or four steps straight away.

Now you can go out. You can download Coupler.

-She doesn't want to. -I do want to.

-But it scares me. -What does?

The shit she always says.

Since she's like that, the boys will swipe left on her.

Please, it's 2020. People don't care about anything.

They just want to sleep with other people.

Got a new body? Make it pay off. Fuck, come back and fuck some more.

Yes, I want to, but maybe it's a bit hard for me to manage it all.

You know what it is? Since I'm a happy, positive person...

-What are you laughing at? -Honey, you're not happy.

-You're more on the dark side. -Eva...

-What? -Don't I seem happy to you?

-Before, yes... -Since you got a boyfriend

you've been boring and I'm starting to get tired of your dramas.

Seriously, I can't be bothered. I think that goes for everyone.

I'm not being dramatic. I'm handling it fine.

Your friend from the store sent us a message

to keep an eye on you because you were bawling at work.

How embarrassing, please.

Don't act like you don't know Amaya, she's your friend too.

Maybe it all got on top of me a bit, but I'm fine. Look at me, look.

-I see you. -I'm this close to go out drinking.

But then you back out.

No, really, I mean... I'll go out, meet people and fuck.

Download Coupler.

STARTINGOUT #NewHouse

COUPLER. FIND YOUR IDEAL PARTNER.

In sex... I like to be hit, but not in a sadistic way, eh?

A punch in the face now and then,

hair pulling, spitting in my mouth...

But you know what? I'm morally conflicted because I'm a feminist.

But I like them to put me on the bed, insult me,

call me slut by surprise. I don't know.

Don't look at me like that.

Why do you ask?

Because I thought you were going to say...

sweet stuff or, at most, dirty stuff,

but I don't need to know about all this spitting, or... slut.

Don't be a prude. You suck your man's cock too.

Who told you that? Did he tell you that? No.

Well, I've sucked it a few times, but only on very special occasions.

-Very special. More coffee? -No.

No?

I don't know. I like it. Right, with Manuel...

it was good, a bit soft, a bit weird, but good.

Sure, but he... even though he didn't like...

Yes, we did it. We did it... not much,

not very passionately, but we did it.

And it was good. That's why I'm curious,

because I'm almost a virgin. I want to hit the market, to be bold.

No, you have to hit the store.

-I'm afraid not, honey. -No, relax.

I explained to Aurora that it was all the hormones.

You went hysterical, crazy.

You were a maniac because of the hormones.

Girl, she was very empathetic. In short, you're not fired.

-But I want to be fired. -No you don't!

-You don't want that, Dafne. -I do!

-I want my life to be different. -You're so romantic.

-But you still have to pay the rent! -I know.

-Do you have savings? -No.

Stop that nonsense and this sex stuff and concentrate a bit.

Everything comes in good time.

Are you going to eat all the candy?

You offered it.

Yes, to have a few, not to polish off the bag.

Here we see again someone with little hope in life. Frustrated.

Someone who'd rather hold on to security, however bad it is,

than risk it and leap into the void.

It seems plain as day that she shouldn't have gone back,

but it must seem like the best option to her.

Jeez, that's bad.

That scene in the store...

-Hi. -Hey!

-Honey, I'm talking to my mom! -Okay.

What a fucking day! It never ended.

It didn't go well?

Normal.

Normal, but I'm beat.

Your feet smell a bit.

No, it's my new sneakers.

-No. -Yes.

-What are you watching? -Nothing, it's on mute.

There's salmorejo.

It's nice.

No, I'm not hungry.

-Any weed left? -No, I don't think so.

That's your ex. He took it from the box and never replaced it.

-Seriously? -Yup.

You're okay, right?

Yes.

I downloaded Coupler.

That's great.

-Relationships. -Yeah.

-You know what? -What?

I'm going to ask her to marry me.

Get married?

Seriously? Seriously?

When?

-Now. -Now?

Wow, that's exciting, huh? Congratulations.

-Well, wait and see if... -Go on.

I want to see what she says. Go.

-She'll say yes, right? -I don't know.

Go on.

Go on. Go.

Honey!

Honey, there's salmorejo.

I know, honey.

-Hi, honey. -Hi. How are you?

Good. And you?

-I... -What's wrong?

Nothing, I was thinking...

-that I love you and... -And?

I'm so bad at this. Shall we get married?

What?

-Honey, are you serious? -Yes, I'm serious.

I haven't bought a ring, but...

-I don't care. Okay, yes, sure. -Yes? That's great.

I don't believe it.

This is wild! Wait a sec. I'm going to get a charger.

My battery's run out. Oh, God! Wait, wait.

-I'll be right back. -Fucking phone.

No, sorry. I'll be right back.

-Hey. Congratulations. -Thanks.

Thanks. Well, he hasn't given me a ring yet

because he's broke, but anyway, I don't care.

-Listen, don't be sad, okay? -I'm not.

Actually, if you are, that's all right too.

When you split up with someone,

you either cry in a healthy way, or it festers and that's shit.

So, you can cry, but a little.

Right, okay, I'll cry a bit later.

-Good night. -Good night.

There we see the girl smiling like an idiot.

What's she laughing at? I don't think this scene is funny.

Oh, I know, I know why she's laughing.

Because she doesn't know what's in store for her.