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I CAN'T GO TO YOUR PLACE!

DON'T YOU WANT TO?

MY EX CAME IN WASTED...

-COME ON, COME! -I DON'T KNOW...

I'LL BUY YOU BREAKFAST!

That's a nice good morning. Thanks a lot.

Good morning. No, my roommates are outside.

You have to cross the living room and they're fucking annoying. Please.

Okay. I didn't think.

All right...

Not here.

Okay.

Sorry, eh? Spit it out.

I swallowed because I trust you're healthy and I needn't worry.

-I don't, do I? -It's all fine. Don't worry.

Cool.

Where are my shoes?

I don't know. Sorry about the mess, eh?

DAFNE AND THE REST

Good morning.

He doesn't like him. That's obvious. He smoked his weed

and he thinks he's an idiot, but you can't tell.

Not at all, right?

I've got a screaming headache.

César doesn't care if he lives or dies, but...

-There's Ibuprofen there. -Where is it?

There, in the second drawer, but eat something first.

It'll hit you hard otherwise.

-How's the new apartment? -Great.

It's a bit weird being so far from the center, but...

-But it's cool living alone, right? -Yes.

You're having a good time, eh?

-What? -Martina showed me your stories.

Gotcha!

I'm single, eh? I can do what I want.

Sure, man.

But then why turn up here in the middle of the night?

Don't confuse things, eh?

-I don't intend to. -That's good.

I think when you love someone and they leave you,

but not because anything happened or they cheated on you,

or anyone disrespected the other,

it's harder to get over it.

And it's good to help, lend a hand, you know?

-Right. -And she's handling it pretty well.

Don't worry.

Have some more toast if you like, eh?

Here she comes. She'll keep her distance

because she thinks her mouth smells like jizz.

Look, she's keeping a yard away.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-Well, not that good. -Where'd you go?

I don't know, doing my stuff.

-It's 11:30. 11:30 already. -Did you have breakfast?

Yes, she had breakfast.

Yes, I... Where's your friend?

Out for a run or something.

Got big plans for this morning?

I'm going to work for four hours this afternoon

and now I've got an expensive test to see if I have gonorrhea.

-Jeez. -She doesn't have it. Impossible.

I'd rather not risk it, okay?

-There's no turkey or... No turkey? -If you don't shop...

I don't have time. My life's very complicated.

I can't keep up.

A five-minute shower and I'll be ready, okay?

Five minutes, she says.

-Sit and wait. -Sure. Trust me, I know.

-It's just that this color... -Hi.

-It's your most feminine item. -What?

I've got churros.

They're from yesterday. A quick nuke in the microwave, they'll be fine.

-What's with the polo shirt? -I got a job in a gym.

At reception, right? That's great, sitting down,

watching healthy people all day. Not like me.

All I see are drunks and graphic designers.

It's the co-working space on the corner.

Eva... Girl, that sour face, you don't look excited about work.

-It's not exciting. -But you were desperate.

She's wants to work at her thing, as if she was 18.

Shut your mouth!

-What's your thing? -Tell her.

What is it? Broker?

Fruit seller? Florist? Right? What is it? What do you want to be?

Oh, girl, no, I'm embarrassed.

We're talking about a job, right?

Yerai, don't laugh.

She wants to be a clown.

-Son of a bitch. -A clown?

-A clown? -A clown, they paint their faces.

-Like that guy with the chair... -Oh, Ronald McDonald!

No, the other one, the sad clown.

-Eva, you really want to be a clown? -Yes, girl.

Since I was little. I know it sounds fucking weird,

but really, I love making kids laugh.

Once... she did a course.

-Tell her. -Tell me.

This French guy came along,

like some big deal, and I signed up for his course,

and actually...

he crushed me.

He beat me down.

Not him, his translator.

She told me I was no good...

and I believed her and put it on hold.

And courses came up, but...

I was scared.

But yes, it's what I get excited about.

Excitement doesn't pay your rent,

or those baggy pants made in Spain that you buy, or tofu...

-I don't eat tofu. -Whatever.

Honey, when someone tells you you're no good, it means nothing.

When I did my hairdressing module,

they said I should be a clerk. What did I do? I kept at it.

But, honey, you're a waitress.

But that was later, when I realized it wasn't for me.

But if I'd wanted to carry on,

I could be working in Sassoon's now, you know?

Seriously, if you want to be a clown, be a clown.

-But not in a circus with animals. -Are you serious?

Sure. Fuck, she's young. If she doesn't try it now, then when?

-She's only got one life. -She wants to be a clown.

Where's the future in that?

Handing out balloons in the park, doing detergent ads?

Eva, honey, you know I love you

and I tell you from the bottom of my heart:

Cut the crap.

The gym called you, so get busy and go.

Be a clown, honey. Take no notice of him.

There's Clowns Without Borders. There's Clown Care.

They visit terminally ill kids in hospital.

It's a shame that those kids' last memory

is of some stoners with painted noses.

Look, I'm going to work, because I've got a real job.

You can do what you like. I don't want to put you down, but...

Then don't, girl.

Okay. You got this before, right? When you were with me.

That's why I need the test, otherwise, why?

Let's see.

I didn't sleep with anyone when I was with you, okay?

-Let's go then. -No.

Because you and I kept fucking when we weren't... Do you understand?

-And you never told me anything... -I didn't have to.

Look, Manuel, I feel so bad right now,

if you want to tell me anything, if you cheated on me,

-don't load it in your bag. -What bag?

It's fucked up keeping such secrets.

I understand. I won't get mad,

I know there's nothing between us, so it's time to tell the whole truth.

I get the feeling that you'd love it if I'd cheated on you.

You would, right?

-What do you mean? -You love playing the victim.

I'm fucking had it with everyone saying I play the victim.

I saw a conversation of you flirting with Peter.

-Peter? -A dumb-looking guy

with cat's ears on his profile photo.

So I have good reason to think you did.

It hit me hard. I shut the fuck up.

I knew all this was weird and I didn't want to be unfair.

But it hurt...

It hurt so badly.

-Is it yours? -No, mine's B-39.

-You looked at my conversations? -I was scared shitless, babe.

Among other things because of this. We did dirty stuff and no condom.

I FORGET MY TUPPERWARE. DO YOU MIND BRINGING IT?

If you were fucking around, you would've put me at risk, got it?

It's not about ego or drama, anything like that. It's health.

I didn't do anything.

Did I flirt with guys? With one?

Yeah, I guess.

I don't know. I don't remember.

And when we split up?

Then you fucked a lot, right? Loads of guys.

Loads of guys, yes. When we split up, yes.

-Yes. -Great.

I just came from hooking up with one, a 20 year old.

God, I'm crazy, a 20-year-old, so young.

-Very cute, blond and all that. -What?

Let's see. You may have gonorrhea,

so why not spread it around? Go for it! Right?

Sorry.

I didn't do anything risky.

She's so misinformed, poor girl.

Does she think she didn't? She did.

20 years old?

-I don't have to explain to you. -Nor do I want you to, thanks.

You blew him and that's that.

You're into first-date blowjobs. I know all about that.

That's us.

No.

-No? -The serology is fine.

-Oh! -What? Oh what?

Your triglycerides are high.

You see? She doesn't take care of herself.

She doesn't do any sport. She eats crap all day.

-So everything's all right? -No. Your triglycerides are high.

In the serology, no gonorrhea or HIV...

-No, all negative. -Okay, great.

Triglycerides are nothing to be sneezed at.

-You'd have to go on a diet... -Doctor.

Is it risky to have a guy's sperm in your mouth?

Even if you don't swallow?

No, right?

No? And if you swallow?

All very refined.

She wanted to be a clown and it looks like she did it,

or at least she feels that way.

-Hey. -Oh, sorry.

So?

Yes, any doubts the customer has...

No. Customer, no, please. Here we have members, okay?

That's right, members.

When a member has a doubt, I send them to a trainer.

Yes? All clear?

-Everything. -All right.

Hey, Sergio, all the staff are really young, aren't they?

They are, yes.

This way we can combine it with our studies, you know?

Well, the desk is all yours.

-Hello. -Yes.

I wanted to ask if there's an exercise for quads.

Well... One moment. It's better if a trainer tells you.

For quads? Unsubscribe? Yes.

Oh, oh, yes!

A trainer will help you.

-Sorry. -I'm kind of lost.

I don't know. Just call a trainer. That's what they're there for.

You all right? I have a first-aid kit.

I'll call a trainer.

Fernando was back there, a young blond.

He was back there. I don't know where the quads are.

Come here. They won't be long.

Oh, look, Fernando was...

Honey, what can I get you?

-Nothing. Is César here? -The Asturian?

-Yes. -He's busy, but he'll be off soon.

-Sit and have something. -No, never mind.

-A short beer maybe. -I have to go to work.

-Up to you. -Thanks.

You've got chorizo and a little omelet.

Desserts. What are you having? Rice pudding...

We have chocolate, vanilla, nougat, almond, pistachio... I love it.

She sees the guy sweating, serving fucking spicy potatoes

and she likes him. She goes all silly. Look at her.

Two long beers for five and the bill for two.

Got it, coming up.

She likes him. That's the way it is.

She doesn't realize, or she does, I don't know.

I could've got something here,

but I'm sick to fuck of cuttlefish and calamari, girl.

-At least I get some air. -You already had it made.

-I already had it made. -Does it have apple?

Yes... and pickle.

-Want some? -No.

-Here. -I don't want any.

-Here. -No...

-Sunflower seeds? -Sunflower seeds.

The full deal.

Dumpster salad, I call it.

You eat here?

I've only got ten minutes. The boulevard there is full of cars

and I can't stand the smell of frying anymore...

You do it very well.

-Eat? -No.

-What? -I've never seen you work.

And you always badmouth this place...

Okay, it's hell, but you handle it well, seriously.

I liked it, watching you work, really.

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

-It's a shit job. -But you do it well.

-Better things will come along. -What things?

-Are you...? -Is it ten past already?

Fuck, yeah.

-Has Mariano come? -Yes, he's yelling or some shit.

Goddamn it.

-Will you take it? -No, I'm off to work, not home.

-What time do you start? -Around ten minutes ago.

-So? Move it. -It's such a drag, babe.

-Go on, move it. -Fuck. See you later.

-Hey, thanks. -You're welcome.

Look, I don't smoke, but I feel like going out for a smoke, but you can't.

They don't want members to see you because tobacco is poison...

-Eva? -Yes?

How are you doing?

Well, I don't know.

How am I doing?

Listen, Eva, you can't be on your phone, okay?

The members could...

-I don't know, but it's not cool. -Sure, sorry.

Well, the day can get worse. There he is, that dickhead Juancho.

Hi.

-I signed up on the internet and... -Great.

-Hey, you're... -Yes, I am.

Right. Well, then...

-That's it. -Have you paid the subscription?

-Yes, the six months voucher. -You're staying that long?

-Excuse me? -Can I get your ID?

Yes. Here.

The photo doesn't do me justice. I look a bit mongoloid. Anyway...

Okay.

Here's your card. The changing rooms are there.

If you have any questions or want to hire a trainer for a program...

-No I don't need a program. -Right, that's it. Welcome.

Okay. Thanks.

She's attracted to him. That's wild.

She thinks he's an idiot and she feels like one

for staring at his junk, but she can't help it.

Junk. Junk.

Sweaty armpits. Fuck, this guy sweats.

Junk. Junk.

Now, behind the desk there,

she's thinking of all kinds of positions and filthy shit

with this guy that she called an asshole.

And he is, but check out that butt.

You see him normal. She sees him in slow-motion.

What a cliché.

-Hey, sorry. Come here. -What?

The locker's jammed. I can't get it open.

-Did you swipe the card right? -What do you think?

Never mind. If you prefer, I'll call your boss or the trainer.

They solve everything for you, so I'll call them.

I can do it. They jam sometimes. They explained it. I can do it, okay?

Which is your locker?

You know those '80s porn movies? One where the scriptwriter

seems to repeat formulas, perpetuating archetypes,

the gas man, the plumber...

This is.

That's it.

Seriously?

But her heart is racing.

She used to be so... Always on about feminism, and now...

She doesn't want to do it. It looks like she does, but no.

She feels bad, though her groaning tells otherwise.

She doesn't want to, but no one would say that because she looks so keen.

The girl needed it. That's for sure.

She hates herself for being like this, but she can't help it.

What a picture. In the end, they don't catch her or fire her.

Don't worry, but hey, they should.

-Are you going down to do the 24? -No, you go, please.

-I did it yesterday. I always do it. -Because Aurora's crying.

-She's crying? -Yes. Or she's possessed.

I only went down two steps. You hear sniffling. She's a sight.

The girl is emotionally lazy and not very empathetic.

-That's not very empathetic. -I'm reserved. You know that.

-What's that shit? -I'm not good at those things. Here.

Hello, ma'am, can I help you?

In your size? Those pants, so cute.

-Yes, very cute. -I love them.

We have some on promotion. Did you see them?

No? They're a bargain, a real bargain.

Aurora?

What? Is something wrong? I'll be right up.

-Are you crying? -No.

-Yes. -Well, yes! What do you want?

-Are you all right? -Yes. I came down to eat something,

I had a drop in blood sugar.

-Shall I get you a Coca Cola? -No, honey, no.

-What's wrong? -Nothing. Who cares?

The other day when you blew up was shit, Dafne.

-Sorry. -You said some harsh things,

I felt under attack. Totally.

-Sure. -It's true.

I've spent my whole damn life fighting to be second-in-charge

and now that I am, what?

I feel bad.

This is my life and when someone tramples on your life

and tells you it's shit, which it is, well, it hurts.

And it hurts me... because you're right.

I'm almost 50 and I don't like my life at all.

I don't like myself, but it's too late to start again,

to try anything, do you understand?

And I have no friends to talk to.

And I'm a crazy lady who cries in a storeroom.

I have no boyfriend and everyone around me is breeding like rabbits.

And, I'll tell you, my family is trash.

This is my job and it's not going to change.

And I came down to get the right size for a lady

and I saw myself from outside and I pitied myself.

How pathetic. How pathetic, please.

-I don't think you are. -Because you see yourself in me.

Fuck, I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm saying.

I think I must have premature menopause.

I'm so foolish...

Allow yourself to be.

-What? -Like this, in a bad way.

Okay.

-Aurora. -What?

Your mascara's all over your face, girl.

Shit, it said waterproof. Waterproof, my ass.

She saw she has to take the reins if she doesn't want to be

the crazy cat lady like her boss, but...

-Oh, have you come from work? -No, a fancy dress party.

-I'm deadbeat. -I'm even more so.

I've felt crap all day. I'm coming down with something.

But you're so cute, you can't tell. Thanks. Sure, my genes...

That's from my mother, being French, well...

French, your mother... She's not French.

My mother's from Lyon itself. You ask her.

Fuck, the mailbox, it's always full of shit

and fucking Eva never opens it.

It happens to us a bit too,

but if they need us they can call us. Do you need to piss?

-No, well, yes, as well, I... -What's wrong, honey?

I think I've caught gonorrhea. My cock's... secreting.

But I got it when I was 17 and honestly, I thought I was immune.

It's just a few shots and bam.

That was before. I don't know now.

Yerai, did you hook up with my ex?

No, girl. What are you saying? No. No way.

Did you hook up with my ex?

Yes.

-Don't you respect anything? -He's not your boyfriend now.

I never slept with him when you were a couple.

-Thanks. -He made it so easy.

-He was so intense, hitting on me... -What?

No, you're saying that to hurt me. You're a bad person, Yerai.

You're a bad person. How could you do that?

-You're the worst, I swear. -Don't be like that.

No. Things are as important as you make them.

Why did you do it? Why?

Go to therapy if you've got emotional problems,

but stop imitating my life. Make your own life.

-What? -You heard.

You're always bitter, angry, always frustrated,

groping blindly without any kind of personality.

Always hiding behind your barbs, your goading, your jokes,

which, by the way, we're fucking sick of.

-That's what you think? -Yes!

You're crying out for help. Really, don't you realize?

Acting like you're 15 all day, like some brat in the schoolyard.

You know why? You're a fool. You're a fool...

Look, I...

Look, what? No, unload your shit. Come here and tell me. What?

What?

How could I want to be like you? Have you seen yourself?

Why would I imitate you?

You hooked up with my boyfriend!

Your ex, he left you, honey!

I wouldn't want to be anything like you.

You're an old bat with no future. You play the victim. You're crazy!

You want everyone to pity you!

You ignore your friends because you think you're the fucking star!

No. You're always thinking about you, you!

And you're not so special! You're not a fucking unicorn. Fool!

Fuck it. You've fucked up. I'll tell you why, you idiot.

You've fucking had it, asshole.

Open up, you fucking loony! You've fucking had it!

-What's wrong? -With me? Nothing.

Who's banging on the door, Dafne?

-Yerai, he's crazy. -You've had it!

-What's wrong? -Don't open it. He'll get tired.

Stay there, you loser! Fucking loony!

-You see? -Who was it?

-Yerai. -What's up with him?

He's an idiot. He's always sniping and... he hooked up with my ex.

-And it bothered you. -Well, yes.

-But is he in love with him? -Obviously I didn't ask him.

-Your ex is an idiot. -Right, thanks.

Look, Dafne, don't take it badly, but I think you're being unfair.

Maybe he really likes him. He's your friend.

Maybe he felt terrible, loving the wrong person.

Stay out of it. It's her stuff. They're all crazy.

But it's true. You know how badly these things go.

You know, we've spoken about it 1,000 times.

You always fell for hetero guys who took no notice of you.

You're being unfair. He's your friend and you're not listening to him.

I hate you.

What? Now, yes? When you want to talk.

When other people do, fuck them, right?

You changed fast.

Do you like him? Do you really like him?

-You said some wild stuff. -I don't think that.

It came out pretty easily.

Do you like him or not?

I don't. I don't know.

But are you seeing each other?

Yes, but it's all weird, because he's weird.

He's at a weird time and I don't know if we're... I don't know.

-Why didn't you tell me? -When? You don't care about anything.

I know you've had a hard time, but, girl, life goes on.

The rest of us have our stuff too. You're not alone.

-You feel like I've ignored you? -Yes.

I'm sorry.

It's not easy to drop a bomb on you like that,

when you could have a fit at any time

and I feel like there's no trust between us.

You used to tell me everything and now...

I'm sorry, honey. I'm fucking selfish.

It's awful. I didn't realize. I swear, I didn't realize.

I know you've had a hard time. But enough, girl. Enough.

Okay.

Okay.

-How are you? -In what sense?

I don't know. Everything... Manuel...

Fine, girl, I'm fine...

I'm tired of the job and all that, but fine.

-And with Manuel... -What?

Good, I like him, or I think I do.

I never liked him,

but I ran into him one night at Dance, Baby.

We were super wasted and he looked super cute.

-Honey, the boy is cute. -Yes, but not my type, you know it.

And I don't know. It happened.

And we've seen each other a couple of times more and...

-I don't know... -Oh, good heavens!

Forgive me for losing it before, shouting like a loony,

so screamy and, well, it's not a bad thing, but...

I couldn't handle it and I blew up.

But are you all right?

No.

-Yes, I mean, good... but not. -Because?

Nothing, it's silly. It has nothing to do with this.

If you think calmly about this, it's no big deal.

I don't think it's because I'm hooking up with your ex.

It's the fact that people do things, that they're cool, right?

I don't know.

-Then? -What?

-What's wrong? -Nothing.

Yes, you said so. That was wrong and it was silly.

Tell me. You see?

I like a guy.

-I think I like a guy. -César.

-Bitch. How do you know? -Well...

-Is that Eva? -Yes.

She was screaming like mad. She heard the door and she stopped.

I think she doesn't give a shit about anything now.

What a slut.

I'm jealous.

Hold on. You like César, okay?

-You like César. You do, right? -No, okay, listen. No. I'm going.

No. Please, stay.

We'll order something and you tell me.

You can't go. Stay and tell me everything. Please.

-No, I have things to do. -No, girl, don't be like that.

-Really, you're mean. -Yes.

-Good night, honey. -Bye.

Clown.