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-What are you making? -Lentils.

-For breakfast? -What did you eat yesterday?

-A kebab? -You didn't touch it.

-I'll have to get going. -Why?

Fuck, my boyfriend must be breathing fire.

I don't want to see him or talk to him.

-Then don't go. -I have to take a shower.

I have a shower too.

We hippies, as you say, take showers as well.

I'm not taking a shower here. I have to wash my hair

and I don't have a mask or anything.

Are you telling me you're going because of that crap?

Don't you have fun with me?

I don't want you to go.

I have to go.

But look at me. I don't know who I am right now.

I'm here with this hair. Look how filthy it is.

The advertising T-shirt you gave me...

-It looks great on you. -No.

And I've been unfaithful.

Fuck, I've been very unfaithful.

And I'm avoiding facing up to my life. I'm the worst.

DAFNE AND THE REST

The house is a pigsty.

We'll have to put a roster on the fridge like students,

or get Pilar to come three times a week,

because clearly we're incapable of keeping things tidy.

Fuck, and it's not that hard.

We just need to clean up now and then and not be pigs.

Just what I needed. Why are you crying now?

If it's over Juancho, you can relax. He went to see two rooms today.

Don't worry. You'll never see him again.

-Are you breaking up? -I don't know, probably.

Because I handled it very badly and you weren't much help.

-Why the fuck are you crying? -I don't really know.

You do know. You know everything.

Who's good for me or not, you know it all.

I don't know why I'm like this. I know I didn't do it right, but...

-I just wanted to help you. -Well, don't help me anymore.

What's wrong, Yerai?

I feel lonely. I feel bad.

I don't know. I want the best for you because I love you

and I see you getting into jams all by yourself.

I want to help you because I'm like your brother and...

I don't know. I'm from the south. I'm impulsive.

But do you get that you can't meddle in my life like this? Do you get it?

Look, I feel bad that you're crying,

but I want you to know that you really hurt me.

-Forgive me. -No.

Yes, maybe Juancho isn't the perfect man for me.

Maybe I didn't even want to be with him.

How dare you be such a bastard to someone who's important to me?

He's an asshole, okay? But he's important to me.

-What's your problem? -I don't know.

You're the way you are. You're a villain,

but this time you really let it get out of hand.

Maybe it's because I'm a Scorpio.

Are you treating this as a joke?

Look, fuck you. No one can talk to you.

No, I get into a loop and I can't get out.

I know I'm right and I want to be right

-and I don't want you to get hurt. -But it's my life!

Can I please have the right to be wrong and to get hurt?

Thank you!

This is not good.

I loved the relationship we had. We're like family, but fuck...

I don't feel like being with you.

Okay, yes, I blew it. I know...

but I did it for you. Doesn't that count?

And it's not just that I was jealous because you ignored me,

I get it. I'm not your boyfriend,

but I was really mad that it was with a guy like that.

Can you understand that?

No.

I can't understand that.

I already apologized to you. I can't do anymore.

Fuck, everything I do, it's always, always bad.

It's all bad. Fuck it.

-Hello. -Hi, honey.

You're early, huh?

Right, it's...

-What? -Nothing.

Tell me, how are you?

-Fine. What's wrong with you? -Nothing's wrong with me.

Have you got something to tell me?

Nothing, the other day I stuck my dick in my friend a few times,

but it didn't mean anything, like for you when you fucked that girl.

No.

Okay, because I do.

-My face looks awful, huh? -You look gorgeous. What is it?

Okay, right, remember Berta, Chucky's friend, she that has a...?

-Yes, from the hipster video club. -That's her.

Well, she's leaving her place on a street nearby.

And it's 650 euros, with a balcony, honey.

She's leaving it now and said I can have it.

-You? -Us.

-Ah, so I leave here. -Yes.

I know it's sudden, but I'm here all day anyway and this isn't our place.

Right.

Don't you want to live with me? I want to live with you.

Of course I do. Why wouldn't I? Fuck, you caught me by surprise.

Okay, look, I'm seriously going to look for work.

I want to, I don't know, get started.

That's great, honey.

-Have you got any photos? -Yes, look, Berta sent me them.

They're from a mobile and you can't see very well, but...

-Wow! -It looks great.

-Oh, honey, I'm so excited. -Me too.

-What time does Dafne get in? -No idea.

-I don't want to run into her. -Don't be silly.

I'm not mad at her because she's in love with you.

These things happen. I understand, really.

But it's just that I've always been so honest with her.

I've told her everything and now I feel weird.

I don't know what to talk about and I don't want to fake it either,

you know?

She's all honesty and transparency.

Hello?

Hello.

I just got in. We almost ran into each other in the lift.

I took the stairs.

Good morning.

Aren't you working today?

No. I called to ask for the day off.

-Why? -What do you think?

I was worried.

I came from the store because I didn't know if you were on today.

I wanted to see if you were here or...

Dafne tried to cover for you, but she's a terrible liar.

No, don't cry, really.

You can save the performance.

I don't want to know anything. It doesn't matter.

Do you want to split up?

Yes.

I'm not going to yell or get mad.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I swear that this...

I never thought it'd end like this, I swear.

I really didn't.

-Please, let me explain. Please. -No.

-No. -Please.

No.

You don't deserve it.

I'm taking down the mustard pinafores.

-They're awful. Nobody wants them. -Do what you like.

-Hey, has he gone? -Yes, a while ago. What a drag.

I don't think he believed a word I said. I lie really well,

but if Amaya's going to use me as an alibi, she should tell me.

I would've made up credible stories about her whereabouts.

But out of the blue like that, I couldn't improvise.

-He caught me off guard. -But where is she?

I don't know. I swear I don't.

You're very perky this morning.

-You think so? -Did you get laid?

No way! I wish! No, I don't know.

I'm kind of happy. And I love the new collection,

with those basic tops that are so easy to fold.

Oh, yes, it's a treat.

And I'm relaxed.

It's a nice day.

I'm uninstalling Coupler for a while. I don't feel like meeting anyone.

I'm taking the reins.

Well, I'm glad.

You know I'm not going to see Iñaki anymore?

No?

No, it was to be expected. Where was I going with it?

It was good, eh? He's really nice,

a bit rough around the edges, but a good kid.

But I don't see myself...

He told you he'd rather have you as a friend, right?

Yes.

But it all seemed so real...

I almost cried yesterday,

but I was aching physically, so much so that

I said, "Girl, it's better this way, a treat and move on."

Because really, I couldn't even sit down.

No, no, rolling around...

-Not to mention his mother. -Mother of God, his mother.

-Yes. -Come on. Get up there.

Natalia's alone and coughing like she's at death's door.

I don't think she can serve customers.

-I don't feel like it. -Please.

-All right, then, yes. -A quick coffee and I'll be up.

Okay, honey. See you soon.

She loves the walk home.

It's time to herself, as if she were really busy.

There she is, thinking about her stuff,

about how the near-banging of her friend meant nothing,

although his dick was just as she imagined, for example.

About how she doesn't like him so much now.

She's oddly happy because she doesn't know what's waiting for her at home,

poor girl.

-Hello? -Hello.

-What time are you on? -Four, I have to scoot.

I'm beat! Is there anything for lunch?

No, I had a late breakfast and didn't make lunch. Listen...

Honey, we don't need to talk about this anymore, seriously.

-Is it all fine? Is it normal? -No. I know it's clear.

Martina's found an apartment.

We went to take a look and it really is cool.

And... we're moving in the middle of next month, okay?

Okay.

It's a surprise. It really is.

Is the apartment nice?

-It's tiny, but it's got a balcony. -Cool.

-Cool. -Are you going to cry? No...

No, sorry, it's fine! It's natural. You're going to get married.

It's great that you'll live together and it was about time.

But I don't know. It's... pretty fast, isn't it?

Right.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Then go for it.

Don't cry.

It's not about love or anything.

I swear, but we've lived together for so many years now.

I knew that sooner or later this would happen, but...

it caught me by surprise.

Sorry. It's the emotional hangover, I swear.

Go, you'll be late and Mariano will bawl you out...

-We'll talk later, okay? -Okay.

Emotional hangover, sure. My ass.

Ciao.

They didn't talk later and from then on

everything that goes on here is a bummer.

Because the days go by and everything is weird,

because he's going, she loves him,

though she thinks she does less and less. They speak very little.

I'm cooking some chicken breasts. Want some?

No, no.

Then there's his girlfriend.

They've never talked about unrequited love.

And the one washing up blames, immaturely, the girl having coffee

for having taken the love of her life from her own home.

If they weren't friends before, they're even less so now.

-I'm going, okay? -See you later, babe.

It's all very awkward, very unhealthy.

-You're going already? -Yes.

Text me around six and we'll meet up later to get the bed base, okay?

They're not very discreet. They don't think about it.

And she acts like it's nothing, very dignified,

but inside she feels like they're trampling her underfoot. It hurts.

Sure.

The apartment? It's awesome, Mom. You'll love it.

When she hears him talk about the apartment, it's like a fairy dies.

But it's good for her because she thinks she no longer loves him

and also that she's even starting to dislike him.

It's all bullshit, lies. How sad, she's watching a wedding dress show

and thinking she'll never get married.

Those who boasted of a close and wonderful relationship

talking crap like they were almost cousins, have now come to this.

Do you want some hangers?

I'm throwing out loads of them. Do you want them?

To this.

Do you think it's going to rain? Do I put on the machine?

I don't know.

Great conversations.

Were the Greek yoghurts yours?

It's not that they're getting on badly, don't care about each other

or don't love each other, no. Of course they love each other,

loads, how could they not?

They don't know how to cope with it.

Want some help?

No, don't worry. It's practically all done, thanks.

I have to go to work. What a drag.

Look.... I won't be here when you get back.

The movers are coming in about 40 minutes

and we won't take long to load up. It's not that much after all.

You threw away a lot of stuff, huh?

Wow!

Right, what a situation.

-I'm not going to cry. -It's so silly.

-We're nearby, fuck. -I know, honey, but...

I feel bad. I get the feeling that in some way...

I'm losing you.

I feel like I blew it with you and ruined everything.

No, don't be melodramatic. That's not true.

I wanted to be honest, but sometimes it's better to shut up.

It's all fine. We're fine, really.

Honey, we're not fine. Okay, better than the people

who are losing their grandparents to the virus, but we're not fine.

These past weeks, we've barely spoken, please.

Which is better, because I would've cried all the time.

I don't know. You're important to me, but...

I can't do this any better.

Right.

Okay.

Jeez.

-I have to go. -Come here.

Take care, okay?

-Be careful. -Yes.

Don't fall for just anyone and use a condom.

You're an irresponsible, filthy slut.

Look who's talking.

-I don't know. Take care. -Yeah, honey, sure.

You know, if our life was a TV series,

people would expect you to kiss me, even just once.

No, they'd expect you to go to a psychologist.

-Goodbye. -Ciao.

Hey.

Thanks for everything.

Hey, honey.

Your grandmother? You don't say.

And how is she?

Unsustainable. He's making me feel like a slut.

He didn't say that, but I see it in his face.

Unsustainable, really, it's... unsustainable. He hates me.

And I'm not surprised, I hate myself too.

Don't say that. You did nothing wrong.

Hello? Breaking a pact of fidelity?

Fucking a stranger over and over, as if I was possessed by a porn star?

I did a lot and it was all bad.

Hey, less chatter. Amaya, you're like a parrot.

Me? She's telling me something.

No, you. Fix up that rack with the pants, it's a mess.

-Can't you see I'm doing it? -I mean the one with the tweed pants.

-It's shameful. -No, it was perfect.

Some ladies came and turned it upside down.

Didn't I tell you to be quiet? Oh, really!

Go on. Go.

I'm not going to wear a mask. I refuse.

It's like... I eat anything, anything at all...

Look, give me one of those.

See? It doesn't taste of anything, it's like eating cardboard.

What's more, if you gave me a sandwich full of shit,

I wouldn't notice. I'd eat it anyway.

Why would I give you a sandwich full of shit, honey?

I don't know. For a bet? I don't know.

I don't want to be alarmist, but... I'm positive for Covid. I think I am.

Come on, girl, no.

-What are you doing with that? -Well, it's gathering dust

and I'm going to sell it online.

-Are you going to shit that much? -Loads. People are going crazy.

You are a bit too.

-She's still annoyed. -Yes.

I tried to normalize things, but she's really mad.

I think you two should work things out,

because you're going to be stuck inside and freak out.

We'll see.

Are you... in love with her or something?

Head over heels, yeah.

-Come on! -Seriously, think about it.

It's not even remotely normal to be so jealous and foolish.

-Sorry, you're being foolish. -Honey, I'm into guys.

Sure and I'm a vegetarian

who now and then eats a shawarma the size of your head.

That's enough. Have a cookie and shut up, okay?

They don't taste like anything.

How much do I sell it for?

-Two euros. -No, seriously.

Why didn't we sit on a bench or at a terrace?

There are some lovely ones nearby. You could've got me a Coca Cola.

-It's nice here. Don't you like it? -Dogs crap here.

I'm sure we're sitting on some poop or pee.

I'll have to throw out my pants, you'll see.

-What'll you do with the apartment? -I don't want to think about it.

-We can't help you. -I didn't ask you for anything.

Just in case. Since your sister went to London...

-London's so expensive, eh? -Right.

Your father feels bad for crying the other day.

Why didn't he come to tell me?

Because he doesn't know. Because he's a fool.

He can't speak, so I came. It's the same.

Right.

He says he didn't cry because you're a girl,

that he hardly cries about it now.

He cried because you look older to him.

I don't know, Mom.

Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm a bit wrong about everything,

lots of things and I know it's normal to go through this,

but... why don't they warn you about this in school?

-The things you say! -No, I'm serious,

I understand that life is a learning process,

that you trip over and over, that you put your foot in it with people.

But if someone's tripped over that stone before,

wouldn't it be good if they explained it to you in school?

I don't know, some basic things.

To put yourself in someone else's place, for example.

Don't have your expectations too high. Don't be too honest.

Step back, take stock if you've screwed up.

A little emotional intelligence. I mean, square roots?

Why the hell would I ever want to learn square roots?

What good is that to me in life?

Wouldn't it be better to teach me how to be nice, for example?

To cope with the person I love most not loving me?

Or anxiety. Why does nobody mention anxiety

if we all go through it at some point in our life?

If someone's gone this way, let them warn me,

-then I'd mentally prepare... -Shut up!

Please, shut up, all this intensity!

Stop this dumb thinking. Take control of your life if you don't like it.

Be practical. That's life. It's paying the rent.

And you don't know if you'll be able to pay it next month.

You scare me when you say things like that.

When? When I say things like that, Mom? We never talk.

Oh, it's just that... you could think of others.

They don't teach it in school, but I'm telling you.

I don't like talking about these things and you know it.

I like talking about my soap opera.

-Wasn't it canceled? -I don't know, whatever.

Well, your father cried because... he thinks he's old,

because he feels old and that's it.

That's how the man is, terribly depressed.

But since he doesn't talk, you don't notice. He seems normal.

-Sometimes I feel very old too. -That's nonsense, girl.

Look, you're like him. He's very sensitive.

Deep down, but he's very sensitive.

And he's very upset. He wants you to know that.

I know it.

I'm getting up. I don't like sitting down here.

Mom. Thanks for coming.

-I love you loads. -Girl...

Don't say those things to me. You know I don't like it.

-I just told you. -Well, girl...

You stay there, on the ground, what a shame.

I love it.

That's what I mean. All this intensity, my God.

I'll put it in you for a moment, okay?

Okay.

Seeing it all empty, she realizes it’s not that

she’s in love with the boy, it’s that she loves him endlessly.

She wants to flop on the sofa and cry like a romance novel heroine,

but she'd rather hold back, control herself.

Go on, what the fuck.

I like you and it's absurd because we're different in some ways

and I've been such an idiot and I'm telling you,

straight out an idiot, for blowing it all.

Because you're not what I've always had my eyes on

and that made me feel bad. I didn't get to know you.

I cut myself off and didn't really get to know you.

One doesn't choose who one likes or not and I feel bad.

Because I didn't protect you.

I didn't help you with Yerai.

I was awkward and embarrassed to go to places with you.

You'd hiss at a waiter and call him boss.

It's very frustrating.

And now I see that you're leaving soon

and we'll stop seeing each other...

Well, yes, we'll meet up to fuck and all that, but...

I get the feeling that I've missed a fucking great boat.

I've missed it, right?

Yes, yes.

What a shame.

Eva...

thanks for telling me that. I think it's great.

And I'm grateful that you let me stay at your place, but...

I don't know if I'll feel like seeing you. I don't know.

I mean, as friends, yes, but...

Fuck, it's just... you thought that because I'm uncouth

I have no feelings. It's not true.

I may be a brute, okay, and kind of an asshole if you press me,

but... that doesn't take away the fact that I felt like shit.

Sure.

Listen, how about we stop talking about this?

Do you feel like watching an episode of Rick and Morty?

Please...

I didn't want to sleep alone. This place is scary when it's empty.

It's huge, really big. Never mind the low rent.

Why were the two of us living in this huge apartment?

Everyone thought it was gigantic, so what were we doing here?

Really, why did we need it?

Thank you for coming.

Thank you for calling me.

And I thought a pajama party was a great plan.

-Shall we talk about boys? -No, honey, we'd better not.

Okay, sorry.

-I really wanted to see you. -Me too.

-Listen, with Yerai... -No boys.

-Okay. -Okay? Just you and me.

Okay.

The Japanese food didn't agree with me.

Yes.

The tuna tasted weird, like a fish market or...

-We needn't order from there again. -No.

And I love gyozas, but those...?

-They were like shoe leather. -Yes.

-No, awful. -True.

-How are you? -Good.

-Normal. -Well...

I'm so glad you came. I really wanted to see you, Manuel.

-Was I the first option? -The very first.

-Really? -I swear. Yes.

It's good because a while ago I felt like shit and now...

I feel like shit, but a bit happier.

I'm glad.

-Can I tell you something? -Please. What?

-What? -I was always jealous of him.

-Go on! -Yes.

-Why? I didn't like him before. -Honey, you've always liked him.

-No. -Have you seen how you look at him?

Sure, it's impossible for you to see how you look at him,

-but really, you can tell. -Maybe, yes.

-Fuck. -Why doesn't he like me?

I'm a cool person, okay?

I know I'm fucking weird, you know?

I'm size XL, I'm a giant, but...

I'm nice.

I'm nice.

-Isn't that the main thing? -Sure, honey.

Why can't everything be a bit easier?

Because it'd all be really boring.

Besides, you're much funnier when things go bad for you.

-It's true, it's the way it is. -Terrific. Great.

I don't even want him to want me, you know?

I'm not frustrated that he doesn't want me.

I'm mad that he doesn't see me as a possibility

because that makes me feel less than normal, you know?

I know that people hate normality,

but normality makes me feel safe. It gives me security.

Sure.

-You just burped. -Yes.

How can you smell of chorizo if you ate Japanese?

-How can that be? -Fuck.

Life's mysteries.

What do you want to do?

Nothing.

Just be here.

Well, let's just be here.

Oh, that's nice.

What about him?

No, there isn't any.

No, fuck, there's no supply. No, there isn't.

It's not connected, no.

No water either. Of course I checked, babe.

Yes, the stopcock, I checked. There's no fucking water.

No fucking power, nothing.

Yes, I called, 20 times.

I have to grin and bear it with the coronavirus.

They can't do anything. I have to grin and bear it.

Honey? Fuck!

I can't shower. I can't flush...

What the fuck did you talk to that girl about?

Oh, okay. Fuck.

Okay, sorry, honey. Tell me how she is.

I don't want to stress you out.

Right, no. With candles, but the worst is I couldn't charge my phone

and I have to head to the bar, okay? We'll talk later, maybe...

Okay, call me. All right. I love you.

Holy fucking shit.

Lazy as only she can be, she yawns.

She doesn't know the time, but it doesn't matter,

because her life is going to take an unexpected turn.

The state declares a state of alert. Bam!

The boy she likes doesn't have the utilities connected

and he'll have to come back to be confined with her.

And the girlfriend? She's in her town,

a small town in Castile-La Mancha,

taking care of her grandma who's sick, poor thing.

And not only that, she's going to go into a café right now,

order a crappy coffee with soy milk that'll taste like dishwater

and fall head over heels in love.

Yes, frustrated, weird, sure,

obviously, but one has to make an effort.

When it all looks black to you

most likely life will give you back everything in black.

Bu if you start to see everything in gray...

What I mean to say, girl, is that

if you act like everything outside is shit,

it's hard not to see that things aren't shit.

But if you make an effort, then maybe... Oh, fuck.

Listen, I was sending you a long-winded audio,

but it got deleted in this fucking Chinese mobile.

Anyway, I hope your dad's thing is nothing and we'll talk.

Right, bye.

Excuse me.

-Do I know you? -No. No, no.

-I don't think so. I don't know. -I don't know.

-I'm Rober. No, huh? -I don't know.

-My name's Dafne. -Dafne?

Yes.

-Dafne was from Scooby Doo, right? -Yes.

Yes, she was cool, better than Velma,

the nerd with glasses.

Dafne was the cool girl.

-Right? -Totally. Yeah, yeah.

-Are you having coffee? -Yes.

What is this fucking shit? It tastes like dishwater.

I don't know. I've never tried dishwater.

It's like this. I'm not drinking it. You shouldn't drink it.