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You made the bedroom reek of alcohol?

-What's the time? -Six in the afternoon.

I'm hungry.

There's Russian salad in the fridge. I made it this morning.

No, I want something greasier.

-Do you have Uber Eats here? -What?

Girl, you look awful in that tracksuit.

I couldn't find the dress I wore yesterday.

I put it in the wash. It stank of tobacco and who knows what?

Do they smoke in bars now like it was the '90s?

No.

-I only have my clothes from before. -Sure.

You didn't deign to bring even one miserable dress.

Now you deal with it and do the walk of shame in a man's tracksuit.

I'll ask Dad to take me. He has a car now, doesn't he?

He has a car now.

-Maybe you've got the virus! -Papilloma?

The coronavirus. People are dropping like flies.

Mom, you're an exaggerator and a hypochondriac, really.

I'm worried. Your sister in London is so unprotected, I don't know...

-Have you spoken to her? -More than you.

She calls me, Skypes me.

She looks so pretty. Her hair is so black now...

-Hello. -Oh, hello.

-You've got a car, right? -Yes, in the end I got Ramiro's.

Can you drive me home? I look awful and I don't want to get the bus.

I don't know if we have Uber Eats, but there are taxis.

I'll get my jacket.

DAFNE AND THE REST

Are you okay? Is everything alright?

Yes, yes. It's all fine, normal.

-The usual. -Right.

-Well, I broke up with Manuel. -Yes.

Your mother told me.

-It's all fine, eh? -Yes.

-But you're okay, right? -Yes, I'm fine, yes.

Please don't cry, Dad.

I'm not crying.

A little.

Victoria! What are you doing here?

-We're in Madrid. -So I see. Come here.

This is great, sweetie.

I was in your room, checking out your closet.

-And see anything you like? -All of it. Why the tracksuit?

-Did you go running? -More or less.

Sporty is my favorite Spice Girl.

Really? You know who mine is? Victoria, like you.

-Oh, Dafne, sweetie! -Adela, how are you?

I forgot you were coming. César told me, but I forgot.

My head... I don't know where it is.

Since we're going to the amusement park tomorrow,

-we told him we'd be staying. -Sure. Well, introduce me, please.

-This is Chema. -How are you? Nice to meet you.

-Same here. -He's her boyfriend.

I imagine so. You can stay in my room if you want, okay?

I know Victoria will prefer the sofa.

-We've already left our bags there. -Thank you.

-Good. I'm going to leave this, okay? -Yes, of course, it's your room.

Welcome!

-Let's sit down for a bit, eh? -Put the TV on, if you like.

Oh, yes! Forged in Fire is on.

-Where's Cesar? -He's in his room.

-This is really pretty. -Do you like it?

I'd give it to you, but it's a bit small for you, honey.

-I'm on a diet. -But why? You look terrific.

My problem is I'm so skinny. My legs are like this.

-Can I look some more? -Honey, you can look all you want.

Do you want to talk?

No.

Aren't you going to say anything to me?

Don't make it so hard for me, please.

-I don't want to be an asshole. -Then don't be.

Yes, but it's what I feel like.

I'm angry.

It's dumb, but it pisses me off. I'm mad.

That's it, then.

-You can't be mad because I said... -Yes, I can. Of course I can.

This fucking ruins everything.

I'm fine. I was fine.

-I want nothing to change. -Me neither.

Yes, you want it to change.

I wouldn't have told you if I wasn't drugged out, you know?

It never would've occurred to me.

I didn't tell you to try to throw the ball in your court

or tempt you, no way, no.

I told you because the urge came over me...

What a shitty urge, Dafne.

Fuck, César, please, you're giving me hell.

This is complicated for me too.

It's all right. It's not a bad thing. It's... beautiful. That's it.

I'm fine. It doesn't conflict me. That's it.

We won't tell anyone. I'll get over it, full stop.

I told Martina before.

-No... -Why not?

She's my fiancée. I was stressed out on the phone and I told her.

We tell each other things.

-I'll call her. -No, wait, you'd better not.

Fuck.

Why are you into me?

What kind of shitty question is that? Why aren't you into me?

-Shall I start? -No, thanks.

It's just...

What were you doing?

Drowning in my own snot and suffering from fucking ulcers.

My mouth's the same. It's a mess.

I was going to watch Dawn of the Dead.

-Wow! The old one or the new one? -The new one.

Cool.

-Do you want to go to bed yet? -No, it's 9:30 or something.

When you want to, tell me, okay? I'll go to Gonzalo's place.

Gonzalo, the Blowhard? Gonzalo, the Blowhard? You can't stand him.

But there are no fucking B&B's vacant.

César, you can stay here. It's your room.

Sure, but yours is taken over by my fucking family.

I don't mind.

-Are you scared of me sleeping here? -Don't talk crap.

-I won't do anything, eh? -I know.

Come in.

-Do you want to watch something else? -You think we'll find Mr. Nobody?

No way. What a shitty, pretentious movie.

No, no. No fucking love movies.

One thing is you sleeping here and another is softening me up.

I love it. And Sarah Polley's in that one too.

It's unbearable trash and it last 1,000 hours. No!

Dawn of the Dead is cool. Haven't you seen it?

Of course I have. Right, that then.

The delivery guy scowled at me. Do I look that bad?

It's that sweatshirt, or whatever it is, the bags under your eyes,

the pants covered in hash holes, no underpants...

Honey, you look like what you are, a common junkie.

-Quiet, they're all sacked out. -Thanks.

Thanks.

-How is it with that guy? -With Chema?

Good, fine.

I don't know. I don't know him well.

Hey...

Since my father, my mother went from bad to worse

and this guy at least seems chilled out, so...

-The guy before... -From the copy center?

My God, what a freak.

Fuck, no barbecue sauce? Fucking hell!

At first I thought you were jealous of him.

You never stopped criticizing him.

But when I saw him come through that door in the floral shirt...

Oh, man.

What a sight.

-Do you think about your dad much? -Yes, every day.

Not in a bad way, eh? I'm handling it well, but...

I can't get used to it.

Sometimes...

What?

Sometimes I see something he liked on TV

and I think I must call him and then I realize.

I forget that he's dead.

I suppose that's normal, right?

I sure do miss him.

And it's strange, because we weren't that close.

We spoke very seldom, but... I don't know.

I'm mad that... he doesn't know me now.

I mean, I've changed in those three years, right?

I've changed and I'd like him to know me as I am today.

I don't know.

I cried when they called me and then at the funeral, nothing.

Sure, I remember. I was there, honey.

Fuck, you were. That's right. You took that long bus trip.

I...

-My dad isn't taking it well. -You being a girl and all?

We never talk about it. He looks at me with regret.

I suppose that's normal. It's a big deal.

Yes, I thought so too, you know? But so much time has passed

that it pisses me off that he's not doing his bit.

He's not making an effort and it wears me out.

-Today he cried in the car. -Poor guy.

He'll see. That's how he is.

-Shall we finish the movie? -Go on, hit it.

I love this movie. The woman giving birth, no.

-But the movie's aged really well. -It's cool, yeah.

Why did you run out? It was a shitty reaction. I felt terrible.

Because I didn't know how to fucking handle it better.

And because I felt conned,

as if our relationship had been a lie all these years.

-I cried later. -You should've fucking shut up.

Why did you tell me? I guess if we'd talked about it calmly at home,

it would've been different, but no, she had to...

wait until we were wasted, for the drama, to ruin the party...

-You're the worst. You love drama! -What are you saying?

-Drama, drama. -Please say something nice to me.

-Come on! -Say something nice. Lift my morale.

I feel like I made a fool of myself.

-Here's one thing I hate about you. -No, I don't need it, thanks.

I can't stand your attitude of the wounded gazelle, the victim.

-Why do you always play the victim? -It's very hard to be me.

Please! You're like a wet greyhound on the side of the road. "Poor me!"

You're such a fucking drag, girl! You know what it is?

Instead of feeling sorry about that shit, it makes me mad.

-I'm not like that. -No?

Fuck you, César. It's just what I needed, thanks.

Really, what a great friend, thanks.

-But then you're good. -Oh, shut up.

No, it's true. You're good to me. You look after me and I like it.

I can't believe you like me. You've seen me shitting between dumpsters.

I don't know.

What?

-I've got this. -Left over from yesterday?

I'm doing it.

There's not much left and we're not throwing it out.

And I'm not sleepy. I'm doing it.

Okay then, give me.

-And... when did you...? -When did I start to like you?

I don't know. It was progressive. I dreamt about you once.

-Porno style? -No, worse.

I dreamt of a cheap version of the lambada and we danced.

Then I woke up, saw you and I noticed something changing inside me.

How cheesy!

From there it all went from bad to worse, because every time I'd see you

I'd go all goofy.

-Didn't you realize? -No, I don't know.

You seem goofy all the time. I didn't notice.

Now you mention it, maybe I noticed that

you were taken with me, looking at me, quieter,

but how was I to know? No, it's like... incest.

It didn't occur to me. This is incest.

-You kill me when you say that. -Look...

I get that you don't see me as an option, okay? I get it.

-But you needn't put me down. -I'm not fucking putting you down.

You know the strangest thing? I've felt super-weird all this time,

but since I told you, I've felt better than ever, much calmer.

-I don't regret telling you at all. -All right. Great.

Right?

You don't like me a little?

No? You haven't jerked off quickly about me, by accident?

Accidentally... No, I don't know.

-I think the tits look great on you. -Thanks.

Since you show them off all the time, sure.

-What? -All the time.

You're a fucking exhibitionist. You love baring your boobs.

I love it, yes.

What a pig.

-Are you trying to seduce me? -No.

No!

-Am I succeeding? -Stop!

Just kidding.

This isn't kicking in.

What are you saying, you idiot?

How can you compare Tim Burton's to Nolan's?

Nolan's is fucking great, whether you read the comics or not.

Heath Ledger? Hello?

Fuck, you're not going to tell me there's any comparison

with the drivel Tim Burton made?

Right, but Catwoman, think about it.

Anne Hathaway's fucking brilliant.

But she's not the character.

No, Michelle Pfeiffer is the character.

No one can play Catwoman better than her.

Michelle Pfeiffer does a fucking great job,

but what Michelle Pfeiffer plays isn't the original character.

Anne's version is closer to the character...

Anne's version? Is she a friend of yours?

-Go fuck yourself. -Michelle Pfeiffer does it great.

It's all good, the outfit, the iconography,

the supermarket scene, when she does that...

"Maybe I'll just give myself a bath here." It's all fucking great.

-That woman has a fucking cat face. -Whatever.

But Tim Burton's isn't an adaptation. It's...

a fucking reinterpretation and you shut up.

Halle Berry sucked.

What a load of trash. Why did she make that shit?

She had an Oscar. Why did she need...?

The basketball scene, what a turd, my God.

And I felt so alone, because even though I knew he loved me,

I felt unprotected against the world.

And I thought that nobody would ever love me

and however much I pretended to be fine, inside I was shit,

I felt like shit because Manuel, whatever he seems like to you,

is cool and he's always been very good to me.

-Come on. -Yes, fuck, yes.

Okay, I play the victim, I always play the victim,

but I feel like a victim all the time, César, you know?

I don't like myself.

I can't stand myself. I can't stand being like this.

But I can't be any other way and I swear I'm trying,

but I can't and I see that however much I try,

nothing good is ever going to happen to me.

I'm 36. I work in a franchise.

I hook up with the wrong guys and the one time I fall in love,

the one time I fall in love, it's with my best friend.

And not only will he not fall in love with me,

he points out he's never seen me as an option, nor finds me attractive.

I didn't say that. But yes, that's the way it is.

I hate you so much right now, César. I hate you so much!

Please don't yell.

My life, objectively... is shit.

I don't mean changing sex. It was fucking great that I did

and I'm handling it well. I mean other things.

My work is bad. Love is worse.

I hate "Begin Again", I hate Keira Knightly, everything.

-I've got snot on my hand. -Oh, well...

If you tell anyone, I'll break your legs.

Nobody. You're such a fool.

-How do you dance to this shit? -Without your T-shirt.

Fuck that.

-This molly's fucking great. -Yeah.

Feeling better?

Much.

Wasn't it weird for you?

Yes. No, I don't know. It's...

You were so sure and it happened so naturally,

that I didn't see it as weird or...

-You looked so happy. -Well, I was.

I felt so honest with myself and with everyone, you know?

I didn't have to hide anything.

I didn't have to pretend I was more masculine than I was...

-You never seemed very masculine. -I know, but understand me,

when I was living as if I were a gay guy,

I always tried my hardest to conceal my femininity, you know?

I was rejected for being feminine when I went out on the scene.

-You concealed it very badly. -Right.

And after the operation? Was it all fine?

Yes. What do you mean?

No, was it all okay? It's a major operation.

You've never asked me about it.

Well, it's private. I felt kind of... I didn't want...

I don't know.

But I was always curious. It's very heavy what you did.

Did it hurt much?

What's it like? I can't even imagine it.

Do you want to see it?

-No. -I don't mind, eh?

It's not weird for me.

Everyone's asked me to see it, you know?

It's very private, but I don't have a problem.

-Martina asked me and I showed her. -She told me.

Do you want to see it?

No.

-You didn't talk to her? -I didn't talk to anyone!

Don't you remember she said she fucked some stranger?

-What? How can that be? -I swear on my fucking life!

She said she fucked some random dude.

Yes! I was getting away from you, so I didn't see her, but she said it.

-Shall I call her? -Call her.

-No. -No, it's very late.

Fuck her! We're awake. I bet she is too.

I'll call her.

Oh, my God! All right...

She's not answering.

-What is it? -What did you do, did you fuck?

-You fucked, eh, dirty girl. -What?

-In the disco bathroom, so bad. -That's wild! You're off the leash!

-Did she hang up? -Yes, she hung up.

No, that wasn't funny. The zip line guy didn't get up after the fall.

I don't think he was breathing. He broke his neck. It's not funny.

-No, they wouldn't leave it there. -Find another one.

Find... that damned hairdresser.

No. The neighbors in Valencia, please.

-Which one? -Shit, the one with,

"You're calling me a slut, you slut, I'm not like that".

That's so outdated, no way. Fuck!

-Remember the spoon one? -What spoon?

The guy hitting another guy on the head with the spoon.

-I don't know, no. -Yeah, fuck.

It's one of the first YouTube ones. It's like a scary movie.

One guy is chasing another with a spoon and hitting him...

-Find it. I don't know which one is. -Fuck, yeah!

How do I look for it now?

The slowest killer...?

-Slowest... -Jeez.

...killer...

He was saying something like, "And again and again. Yes!"

-You write so slowly, babe. -Fuck, because I can't see.

Leave me alone, asshole.

Very nice.

It's really good, eh?

Very nice, this is wild.

Unbelievable. Very nice.

Do you think so?

Chubby, isn't it?

It's like... a little girl's, but... chubby.

-Don't tell me that. -No, that's not bad.

César!

I see it and I don't think of the word...

muff or pussy.

I think of... foo-foo.

Shut up.

No, just kidding. It's very pretty.

Really?

And it doesn't lubricate, right?

-Not much. -Sure.

-Can I... touch it? -What? No.

I'm in love with you.

Sure, but it's an experiment. It's not sexual at all.

Very good, yes.

It passes the test. You see? All purely medical.

Totally medical.

I'm getting kind of a boner.

-Really? -Yeah. Fuck.

I'm human. You're a girl. You put your pussy in my face.

Not fancying you doesn't mean that I don't think you're cute.

I'm human.

I'm getting very curious.

Okay.

Okay what? Can I...?

-Okay, this is very weird, right? -Very.

What are we doing?

I don't know.

This is really weird.

Even for me.

Fuck! Fuck!

I'm hyperventilating.

-It's so weird. -Fuck, forgive me. I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry. It's the molly. -Sure, sure, sure.

-Did I hurt you? -No, no. It's all fine. No, no.

It's all right, honey.

It was friends fooling around. Really, it's fine.

-It was... my fault. -No, no, no.

-I asked you to show it to me. -Well, I agreed to it.

You know why? You said it. I'm a slut.

-No, I didn't say that. -Yes, you did.

No, I said you were an exhibitionist, not a slut. That's what you said.

-I feel really weird. -I asked you. Fucking hell!

No. Honey, please, don't worry. I insisted,

so that you'd ask me, really. I mean, it's fine. It's fine.

-Hey. -What?

-Shall we roll a joint? -Please.

Jesus Christ... Jesus Christ...

-What are you laughing at? -At you. At this.

I mean, you stuck your dick in me out of nowhere.

It's fucking horrible! So fucking embarrassing!

I'm an animal. You say you love me and I sneaky-fuck you.

You fucked me? It wasn't nice at all.

It's fucking horrible!

It's fucking horrible! No, your pussy's fucking great, but...

-Thanks. -But why the fuck did we...?

Well, because you're a pig, honey. You're a pig.

-What? -I don't know if I feel bad or...

You don't have to. It was fooling around, really.

-It doesn't mean anything to me. -Are you sure?

I swear. It was anything but important to me, seriously.

Shall we play some videogames?

-No, hit it, the other one, both... -I am, but it's not going.

-Yes, it is. Go. -No way. No...

-A pterodactyl killed me. -You're so bad! You're terrible!

How can you not get turned down by those weird guys you meet?

-For being smart! In your face! -Fucking shit. This is broken.

I'm not sleepy.

Martina hooked up with a girl.

Right.

I told her to tell you.

-You knew. -Yes.

Are you handling it well?

Yes, fine, yes.

Yesterday they disappeared together a couple of times,

but it didn't bother me.

I trust her. I don't know.

You really love her, don't you?

A lot.

I'm glad.

She's really nice.

-Shall I turn off the light? -Yes.

-The fucking sun's coming up. -Right.

This sucks!

-Hi, sweetie. Good morning. -Good morning.

They're having a shower.

We're going to be late and there'll be long lines...

Yes.

-What's the time? -Around ten.

You look like you want some coffee, or do you want a cup of cocoa?

A cup of cocoa?

Go on. Okay, I'd like that. Oh, hold on a moment.

Go on. Yes, make me one.

Thanks. For you.

-It's small. -What does that matter?

It's fine, honey. If you like it, keep it.

And if it doesn’t fit right, take it to the store

to get it adjusted or get some elastic put in.

But if you like it, it should be yours.

-I bet it'll look great on you. -Thank you.

Go on, then. I'm glad you like it, honey.

What are these morning cuddles? You looted it from her closet, eh?

-She gave it to me. -So pretty.

It's very late, isn't it? You're going to hit some lines...

I know. They're on honeymoon all day.

They're so boring.

Hey, come out of there!

-Yes, yes. -Yes, we'll be right out.

My God, yesterday...

-Yes. -Fucking crazy, eh?

Yes.

We just don't stop.

We finished the molly. The weed took the edge off.

Don't forget the shitty one-euro hamburgers.

That's true. Jeez, we're a fucking mess.

It's all good, isn't it?

Sure. It's all good, isn't it?

-Yes. -Good.

You know what?

I think I'm starting to like you a little less.

Sure, because I stuck it in you, huh?

-Terrible. -You idiot!

Fuck, my head's splitting.

-But I had a great time. -Me too.

It's been a while since I...

-Yes. -I really like you, César.

And I like you, but I'm pissing myself.

Me too. Kick out your fucking family, please.

Don't open your phone. It's all fucking coronavirus messages.

-How boring. Good morning. -Good morning.

-Hey, you going to be long? -No. We'll be right out.

No, honey, no.

I'd rather not speak, eh?

-Hey, why don't you come? -Yes, I was thinking that.

-Yes, César, cool. Let's go! -I don't want to go. No.

-Yes. -No!

That's it!

Your hair looks so funny!

I hate you.

I hate you. I'm going to puke. I'm going to puke.

No way. You're not going to puke. Are you going to puke?

I've got a hangover. I'm going to puke.

No, no, no.