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Today is the day.

Yes, that crazy day, well, that night

when they'll go out, take drugs, get dazed... That night.

When one had his schnoz punched, kind of by surprise.

When one, realizing that she doesn't like her life,

will be fucked without a condom or mercy in a disco bathroom.

A night of thirty-somethings who think they're fucking 15

and their livers and hearts are bombproof.

That disastrous night when the festive and happy attitude, the euphoria,

will make way for all kinds of embarrassing letdowns.

That night when a girl, in an outrageous dress

and homemade ringlets will declare her love for her best friend.

Because she'll realize that she doesn't like the boy,

but is crazily, regrettably, romantically

and many other "lys", in love with him.

Fucking inventory!

Do you think they'll pay me for these hours?

Like fuck they will! Fuck it and my fucking life!

Fucking Mariano! Fucking Manolo! Fucking exploiting bastards!

Fuck God and his fucking mother!

DAFNE AND THE REST

But that night also has a day.

And that day, for her, is Groundhog Day.

She's still sleeping with him, she can't help it, she's into him,

but she still questions everything. Her existence, her future,

her non-relationship. She looks at him and...

Hello.

Oh, hello. Sorry, I'm kind of beat.

-Very early, isn't it? -That depends, it's almost 12.

-Already? -Yes.

My God. How can I help you? Did you want to sign up or...?

No, no way. I came to leave my CV, okay?

For seven years I've been a yoga and Pilates teacher

and I had my own center before, but...

I had to close it down because...

What the fuck!

Hey, hey, hey, excuse me, excuse me...

No, you can't be here unless you're accredited...

Excuse me, you have to go. Listen to me.

You! What the fuck are you doing in Madrid?

-Fanny, how are you? -Fanny... Fanny my pussy!

This city... I'm here because of you... I need to get out of here...

You're a piece of shit, Juancho! A piece of shit!

You go, you toss me away like a fucking cigarette butt,

now I find you pumping iron in a gym in my neighborhood.

This is outrageous.

Sorry, it was true, I was stressed out, upset...

Don't speak to me!

-You fucked me up! -Listen...

You tricked me, manipulated me!

I started the business for you and now I'm completely ruined

for listening to you!

And you left me!

You left me when I needed you most, when I was crazy about you!

-I was crazy about you! -Fanny, don't hit me, please! Stop!

-Hey, excuse me! -Eva, can you call security?

This is not a mall, there's no security.

-The police then. -You're trash!

Okay.

You're disgusting trash,

a detestable fascist.

I hope you rot and you're hurt as much as you hurt me.

I hope your life is destroyed and you know how it feels.

You're hideous

and you're going bald.

Fuck.

She's my ex, she's very... very passionate.

Her mother's from the South and she takes everything like this,

like... viscerally.

Alright, they don't know yet where the virus comes from

but I read that it must be due to a bat soup that was off.

-There's bat soup that's good? -I don't know.

To me the Chinese, not the "Chinese, Chinese,"

but Chinese restaurants, I've never trusted them

because they have weird meat.

I mean, pork balls...

What part of a pig is that crap?

Veal in oyster sauce? Do they go together?

-They don't go together. -They don't.

-That's why I never go. -Honey, what about Christmas dinner?

-You stuffed yourself with spring rolls. -But that's all. Or not?

Or not?

Wait a moment.

-Hey, friend. -Hey, friend.

-You look nice in the uniform. -No way, it looks terrible,

we look like cockroaches. We're in mourning all year.

It suits you and you know it.

I like it.

-How are you? -Good.

-Good, I came for Aurora. -Sure, sure.

Sorry, the other day I left without saying goodbye.

-I was feeling a bit bad. -No, not at all.

Aurora told me you had the runs.

Maybe it was my mom's baked rice.

-She really liked you... -Really?

Now that she's met Aurora she says you're wonderful.

-She's a smart girl, your mom. -Yes, when she wants to be.

I can't believe I'm going on a motorbike.

Honey, check out the storeroom, God, it's in a state.

Listen, Aurora, tonight we're having a blowout.

-"Blowout", what a word. -Well, dancing and all that.

-In case you want to come. -We have plans. Dinner and...

-Where are you going? -I don't know, the usual bar I think.

Well, if we're in the mood we'll drop by and see you.

Alright.

Do you think the helmet will fit with this mop of mine?

Yes, you'll see. See you later.

-See you later. -Gosh, on a motorbike. Gosh!

He's cute, huh?

Gorgeous.

He explained it to me.

He can explain away anything, you idiot, but...

tell me your relationship with your ex and I'll tell you who you are.

Why are you so unfair?

You've never given him a chance, not one.

You've never made an effort, you've been fucking obnoxious.

So it's hard to be on your side. Look, yes...

His ex was fucking furious, she tore strips off him,

but he explained it to me.

Yes, he was stressed out, said he was leaving Madrid...

He didn't do the right thing? No, but we all make mistakes.

You defend him to the death because you put your foot in it, up to here.

-That's your neck. -You're losing it over him.

-So what? -I don't know, you tell me,

you don't look very happy. Because it pisses you off.

Because I like him. What do I do? What?

Stick to your principles

and the stack of values you've had all your fucking life.

And don't go on about me hooking up with my friend's ex,

I can see you're about to say it.

I've always shown that I have

no scruples or values, nothing.

Besides, he's not here 24 fucking hours a day.

Give him the benefit of the doubt!

I can't because I can't stand him! He's an asshole!

What's up?

This looks tense.

-What were you talking about? -Nothing.

I don't feel like going to the usual bar tonight.

Don't lie to your boyfriend. No, we were talking about you,

that it's about time you found some place.

Since you came to Madrid you've set up here, in our place.

You don't pay any bills or replace what you eat,

nor do we know what the fuck you're doing with your life.

That's what we were talking about.

And do you sweat that much? Really? Didn't you shower at the gym?

Stop using up our water, it's not yours.

And that thing with your ex, we talked about that too.

Fuck!

You know I'm looking for a room, right?

Sure, no need for you to say it.

My God, this dude's got it in for me.

What kind of shitty relationship did you have before I came along?

Because this is jealousy, Eva, it's not normal. Fuck that.

Just like when I was fucking 12 and my mom got a boyfriend.

Yes, scowling, swearing all the time, shouting, breaking stuff,

bam, bam, what a prick, he's a brat, Eva.

Don't insult him as well, okay?

Don't cry now, please.

I'm fine. I'm annoyed.

-Do I deck him? -No, I don't want you to deck him.

I'm going for a walk.

Fuck!

I don't know,

they're going to some amusement park or some shit.

We'll hardly see them. That's my mom, she never asks.

She says she's coming and you make do.

And sleeping arrangements?

I don't know, we'll see.

And since Juancho's not around... He didn't last long with us!

Sure, girl.

You know what? I think that deep down

-he doesn't suit Eva, right? -It's up to them.

My God, three bucks.

-You don't drink that. -No, but my sister does.

Then get this one, I'm sure it's literally the same.

What the fuck is this cocoa?

This is fucking crap. No, no way.

If I get this, she'll spoon it down my throat.

She likes this one, this one it is.

She doesn't know she's in love with him yet, or doesn't want to know,

but she's going nuts because she can't stop looking at his jugular.

It's not that she wants to bite it, though that too,

she feels like she's seeing blood pumping inside, really,

she thinks that bullshit,

his blood, his heart...

And she smells him like a customs sniffer dog...

She watches every inch of him,

she knows all the details of his face, his neck...

Fuck, it's so corny and a bit psychotic as well.

We'll pay, but get them to pay you back.

They'll try to get out of it.

No. Oh, I didn't see if they have whisky.

No, you pay, don't take it out of the kitty.

-But everyone drinks it. -I don't.

-I buy your beers. -And I buy your gin and your...

What's this, Dafne? How old are you, 16?

I don't know, I got nostalgic, I felt like it.

Nostalgic, she says.

Sure, you banged a 20-year-old and now you have a mid-life crisis?

Yes.

-Aren't you seeing him anymore? -No.

No, because I like you and I want you to take me in your arms

and lay me down on the custard apples and persimmons

and slowly make love to me.

Besides, he's with Aurora. It's all very bizarre.

-It takes all kinds. -Right.

Everyone can do what...

We have to go, the Colombian will be arriving soon.

No, you go, I don't want to get in his car.

It's your turn.

Come on...

We already spoke.

Sure, but I'm scared.

I know it's close, but it feels like forever.

-The guy doesn't like me. -Yes.

I always feel like he's going to pull a gun out of the glovebox,

like in a Tarantino movie. I don't want to die.

-I'm embarrassed to die. -But he's so nice...

Nice? Why does he call himself The Colombian if he's Galician?

Why do you think?

I always expect people to have less obvious explanations.

No.

Checkout two.

Do I score for everyone?

No, Amaya says she's not taking molly, pills, anything.

I'm not taking molly, no.

-A little. -Don't be a baby, girl.

You know how I get with just a shot of liquor.

It's alright, honey.

You told me you took a pill once.

No, it was a quarter, a quarter, and it was crazy.

I got mouth blisters and talked everyone's head off.

-I don't want any, no. -A little lick, it's alright.

Alright then...

-You just had some. -Good, I'll get a rush sooner.

Will you watch out for me?

I will, but there'll be no need.

-And you can bend my ear. -You sure?

Word.

Gross! It tastes like cat piss.

I'm going to get dressed.

If I'd known I was going to do drugs tonight...

-I'd have had more dinner. -Come on!

What do you want, beer?

Water, water, water, I don't want to mix.

-Weren't you going already? -I'm not taking a taxi with them.

-Hello. -You're going in that headband?

-Take it off. -I don't care what you say.

-I took some molly. -What a big girl.

You're still mad at them? What's up with you?

-Juancho's a mess, poor guy. -Poor guy!

-Not much material, eh? -What are you wearing?

-A dress. -Who says so?

Calvin Klein.

Well, no, Zara, I think. Is it too much?

No, it's too little.

Do we drop you at a traffic circle on the way to the disco?

Is it very slutty?

You look very pretty.

-Thanks. -Shall we get going?

Okay, let's tidy up first, my mom's coming tomorrow.

-But we're going to karaoke, no? -No, no, no.

-Yes, yes, yes. -No.

We're going for sure!

-Give me... -Give me...

from your body and your heart.

Give me the spice of life.

That's it, man, I've never gotten on with fairies.

Actually, they don't get on with me, because I try, but...

But I swear, I don't care that...

he's into guys, I don't give a shit.

Maybe he doesn't like you because you say that stuff.

No, he hasn't given me a chance to explain my blather.

Crazy about you...

I don't know who I am... Crazy...

How is it with Eva?

With Eva, good, good.

Give me, give me a kiss every dawn...

-Get you another? -Yes, please.

And I paid before. It's your turn.

I want to be your vitamin...

I want to be your vitamin, I want to be your blossom...

Thanks.

Thanks.

How did I do?

Average.

Sorry.

Oh, I didn't know you were waiting.

-Want a line? -No.

Well, yes, but little, a spot.

I didn't know you were coming.

-Yeah, well, I was bored. -Sure.

I don't know, it's a bit creepy, huh?

-I don't think so. -Girl, my boyfriend's here.

-He told me to come. -Right.

-Martina, cut it out, girl. -Cut it out?

-Cut what out? -Relax, it's all fine.

It's not all fine, okay? You sent me tons of messages.

I've felt a bit harassed.

Yesterday you sent me a corny song.

Sure, because I like it and I thought you would.

Don't treat me like I was a nutcase or a psycho, eh?

Look, you fancy me.

You don't say! Yes, so?

You've got some there.

Girl, we're friends.

That's it then, I know.

Don't make this weird, please.

I'm into you, yes. So?

-Have I asked anything of you? No. -No.

Then let me have some fun.

Do you know how hard it is for me to like someone?

-Yeah, really hard. -Yes, it is hard.

I don't get it, do you have to fuck with me, make a scene,

treat me like I was harassing you?

Girl, I sent you a song, listen to it and shut up.

And if you don't want to listen to it, then don't.

But I sent it to you excited and with all my heart.

What's more, I was going to sing it and they don't have it.

Martina, really,

I don't want to be with you,

even if you wanted to, I wouldn't.

Even if you were single, okay?

Love isn't always about being requited.

What are you doing, girl?

Girl...

I don't know what I'm doing.

Acting like a nutcase, that's what.

You love your boyfriend, and you're getting married, right?

Then don't confuse things, honey.

Let's go. If they put on the song I requested

and I can't sing it, I'll have a stroke.

-Didn't you say it wasn't there? -I requested another one.

-Hey, can I get another line? -No, girl.

Just because you ate my pussy, and very well, by the way,

it doesn't give you the right to be a freeloader.

-No? -No.

Today, as ever, desiring you

I'm tired of waiting endlessly

And I know that every day I need you more

I'm going to stick with you all the time.

-I'm like your shadow. -Yes, you told me this shadow thing.

But as friends, eh? You and I are friends.

Sure.

Sometimes I think that we're not really friends.

Because...?

You never wish me happy birthday.

And Facebook notifies you.

I'm not into that stuff, Amaya.

Sure, but we never talk.

-I really like you. -And I like you.

No, but I'm telling you... you're a fucking great guy.

What are you drinking?

Gross, it's warm.

I'll live life without your warmth and I'll suffer

I'm crying because of you

I'm crying because of yesterday's things

And every day, every day that passes,

the more it hurts

I'm crying because of you

I'm crying because of yesterday's things

And every day, every day that passes,

the more it hurts

I'm crying because of you

I'm crying because of you

I'm crying because of you

I'm crying because of you

-Order for me? -I will.

The barman will notice you first.

Are you alright?

What? Why? Yes.

-Is it Yerai's thing with Manuel? -No way.

He told me they don't even see each other now. All that crap for nothing.

Then...?

What?

If you don't want to tell me, fine.

I'm fine, I'm alright, really.

Come on. You're so quiet. That's not you.

-You think I'm a gasbag? -Not as much as Amaya.

She's giving you a hard time tonight, eh?

Never mind.

I feel weird.

I've been spaced out for a few days and...

feeling things and I don't know what to do about them.

She's going to tell him, she is.

No, you know she's not. She'll tell him later.

Hi. What can I get you?

-Gin and tonic and a beer, please. -What gin?

-Whatever this gets me. -Shall I get you one I like?

-Go on, okay. -Alright.

-I need a piss, see you there. -Okay.

She likes everything about him, especially his voice.

And his sentences go down at the end,

like a brick falling from a window.

His hands. He doesn't have very big hands,

but as he's not very warm, when he touches me, even by accident,

I go crazy. How embarrassing.

And his beard, his bad haircut,

his little eyes and the way he smells, not of fried food,

which I also associate with him and I like it. No.

The way he smells when he wears cologne that must be

the cheap, supermarket kind.

And his smile.

When he smiles, which is almost never, well...

Fuck, look at him, so cute.

My God, I'm so lost.

And his dick, let's not be fooled by this sugar-coated schmaltz.

She thinks about his dick. She's never seen it,

but she keeps thinking about it.

She imagines it to be not so big but not small.

Sometimes she imagines it a bit bent, sometimes super-erect,

but always uncircumcised, skin intact.

She thinks that even if it was as tiny as a little finger,

she'd like it anyway.

-Are you going to the bathroom? -Yes.

I think I'm going to puke.

You saw her puking where you wash your hands,

the other girl struggling to piss. It was right at the start.

Hey, are you alright?

Do you need anything? Do I tell your friends?

-Hey, I've got a boyfriend. -Fine, relax.

No, no, I know that move.

You see a girl spinning out, ask if she's alright

and the first chance you get you try to get some.

Thanks for the gesture

and for seeing me as an option, because I must look horrible,

but it's not your lucky day.

Yes, it is.

-Great, good luck to you. -Are you a hippie?

-Sorry? -You've got a hippie face.

I don't know why I said that.

-Shall I tell your boyfriend? -He's not here.

Which is good, because he's real uptight...

I don't love him,

but I realized it the other day.

I don't like my life, I don't like it, not at all.

But here I am,

trying to.

That's great.

The main thing is to try and not throw in the towel.

I'm not banging you, eh?

Yes, she will and without a condom or anything.

In five minutes she'll be spreading her legs.

Relax, I don't feel like it either.

I came with friends and I want to be with them.

Are they hippies?

Shot?

Go on, okay.

But not that sticky black shit,

I'm fucking sick of it. A tequila or something.

Excuse me, two shots of tequila.

Honey, let's be cool.

-We're cool. -No, we're not cool.

You've been crap for days.

You go to work, come back shitty, we're not cool like before.

-We're just not. -Because we never see each other?

Because you're in your room all day with a guy you don't even like.

But he must fuck like a bunny, because you never come out.

Oh, God!

-Juancho's ex is down the back. -Who?

-The one screaming this morning? -Don't look.

-Don't look. -Let's go talk to her.

-What? What for? No, Yerai. -Let's fucking do it.

I'm saying no. Yerai, no.

-Eva, let's go. -What are you doing? Fuck no.

-Excuse me. Hello. -Hello.

This is so weird, okay? I have a friend who knows you.

I want or I have? Oh, hold on...

Sorry. God, I love this song.

Go!

I do more drugs than I'd like. I don't have a problem,

but I do drugs because of him. Before? No way.

I used to be a vegan.

I am now... sometimes. When I remember.

I do yoga. Not now, because I'm out of work and I put on weight.

What do I do if I'm out of work?

My arms look old, saggy...

You have to see them, look. Touch them, go on, shit.

I don't bite. Touch it, this hide here. See this?

This soft bit? I can lose it.

Flaccidity isn't forever, but you don't forget it.

A friend of mine told me, she reads cards,

she's an ace. She's not a clairvoyant, but almost.

She told me clearly that I'll have my previous body,

not to worry. But I do, I'm always worried.

And you can tell.

It's a shame, but...

that guy ruined my life.

He's nice, he's nice, but the thing is that...

he's rotten inside, man.

-Here. -No.

No? What's wrong, don't you trust me?

-No, it's not that... -You don't trust me, go on.

-I don't feel like it. -Alright, don't worry.

I'll do it, putting it back is a hassle.

Fuck!

How could I love a guy who collects those figures?

What are they called? Those plastic figures with big heads?

Shit, those ugly ones from the series.

What's that fucking shit? That's not a fucking hobby.

And seeing, seeing all that big-headed figure shit,

I should've realized he was a bad guy,

that's being rotten inside.

But it's also my fault. No, listen, listen.

It's my fault because I gave him the power.

Go.

-Go, go, please. -What? No...

No, please, go, I need a shit, okay?

We're not friends or anything. It's... Fuck.

I'm really shitting myself.

Fuck.

Please, you smoke terribly.

You're going to choke.

You're going to get sick.

-Why did you cry, girl? -When? I cry a lot.

Girl, don't act crazy. At César's birthday.

Going on about being cool,

about love not needing to be requited?

Bullshit! You cried like a baby when I went into the room with him.

Who told you?

I don't know. I felt weird, okay?

I've got a handle on it now, but I fell hard at first

-and I felt bad. But it's over now. -Now? I don't believe you.

No, you want me to have a bad time because of you.

You want me to ache over you.

No, I want you to be honest with yourself.

You're fooling yourself, you say one thing and think another.

Honey, that's like you with César.

I'm very relaxed.

You're the one who has to get her head straight. And fast.

-What do you mean, girl? -I'm going.

Don't leave me in mid-sentence.

-I'm going home. -I'm coming with you.

-I don't want you to come. -You do. What did you mean?

You're not into me, you don't want to get married

or be with César, or with anyone,

but you think you do, right?

Everyone has to like you, right?

You don't like yourself, that's it, and I don't blame you.

-It happens to everyone. -What are you saying?

You're the world's worst psychologist. What are you on about?

-You don't love him. -Of course I love him.

What are you on about? How dare you! You don't know me.

Fine, bounce! You're a fucking great friend, girl.

Fucking great!

Don't look at me like that, eh? I've got a boyfriend.

-How do I look at you? -How? Like this, eyes like...

You know it.

I'm not... hooking up... with you.

Look at her, like she's never swallowed a tongue in her life.

She feels sexy.

So torrid.

And then...

Pathetic.

I don't know. Hey, Juancho.

Why did you fucking go and talk to my ex?

-What a drag. Don't yell at me! -What the fuck did you tell her?

Nothing, she told me everything.

I just went to see if I was right and you really are an asshole.

She says you are. She said you're an opportunist,

a user and fucking selfish. That you broke her heart

and to not trust you, which I clearly don't.

Who the fuck do you think you are? What's your deal?!

-I'm doing it for you, idiot! -Yeah, sure.

You're a piece of shit. She told me that too.

That's for being an asshole!

-Don't even look at him, Juancho. -That's for being an asshole.

Fuck you all!

Yerai, hey, Yerai.

-Fuck! -That's what I say. Fuck.

And you? Did you hear him? Don't you have ears?

How can you let him treat me like that, talk to me like that? Fuck!

You dig me? I get the feeling you don't give a shit about me.

-You really feel that way? -Yes, I do. Yes.

He's your best friend and you can't stop him.

I'm not asking you to choose, Eva, just... Fuck,

-put yourself in my place. -I'm doing that.

Like fuck you are! You aren't, Eva!

It seems like it, you say a word or two,

but even though we're doing fucking great, we fuck

and have a blast, we're fucking great all day,

I get the feeling you don't like me.

Fuck, I get that I can be kind of an idiot, but I'm good people.

I deserve at least for you to look after and be honest with me.

If you don't want to be with me, tell me.

If you need time to figure it out, take it.

But be sure that I'm in your place because I want to be with you,

not because I have nowhere to go.

Listen, that's not true. I like you, Juancho.

C'mon, shit. I'm not an idiot.

Forget it.

-Where are you going? -To piss,

get a drink, take a walk.

And there we have her. She thought she just liked him,

liked him intensely, a lot...

She's going to fall in love with him

in 3, 2, 1... bam!

I'm in love with you.

Shut up. Me too. Kiss me, kiss me.

This is what would happen if life was a rom-com,

but life isn't a rom-com, life sucks.

I'm in love with you.

I hate you, you left me alone and I've just fucked a stranger!

You're a bad party companion.

Excuse me, excuse me. Sorry, sorry.

Excuse me. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

I'm crying because of you

I'm crying because of yesterday's things

And every day, every day, it hurts me more.

I'm crying because of you

I'm crying because of yesterday's things

And every day, every day that passes,

it hurts me more.

I'm crying because of you

Excuse me, do you know when the 81 comes by?

Thanks.

Today, as ever, desiring you

I'm tired of waiting endlessly

And I know that every day I need you more

I feel the rain fall cold on me

And I'll lead a sad, simple life

Longing for the things I've left behind

Unwittingly I lose myself

in a pile of dreams with no beginning or end

Unwittingly I desire your caresses

Excuse me! Is that the 81?

Ah, eh... can I buy a ticket by card?