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You know that moment when something
happens that changes your life forever?

Something you can't
rationalize or prepare for.

It feels like any other afternoon
when you're relaxing with a drink,

and suddenly feel a spark.

You meet someone's eyes,
and before you know it,

your heart is pounding,
you're nervous, and you have butterflies…

It feels as if your life has been
a journey leading you to this moment.

As if the universe and fate have aligned.

And suddenly…

you don't recognize yourself, nor can you
put into words what is happening.

Yet you're here.

It all seems so extraordinary…

that you fuck him Titanic style
in the car.

And for a second you forget
you've been married for 15 years

and that your husband
is sitting next to you.

But you look at him

and realize he's undressing
your friend with his eyes.

That he's feeling the same as you.

And instead of getting jealous,
you find yourself enjoying it.

So you allow that feeling
to take over your body

and your mind

because no matter how hard you try,

you can't resist anymore.

And suddenly, you look around
and ask yourself,

"What the fuck is going on in my head?"

-Do you want some?
-Yes.

Well, that's the exact moment

that people decide
to spend their first night

in my club.

You'll love my cousin.
You never know what's next with him!

You might start off
with a beer in the morning,

and then end up in Benidorm.

Oh, is that him?

Cousin!

How are you? Hello.

Hello.

Shit!

Pick up the phone.

The phone, Liana. It's ringing.

Yes?

-Liana, I don't have the ring.
-Alba?

-Yes?
-Liana!

My engagement ring. I don't have it!

I must have lost it last night, but…

Where were we?

You want me to dance for you?

Watch this ass.

What do you prefer? Pizza…

Or sausage?

-Hello.
-How are you?

-You look beautiful, bitch.
-So do you.

-Nervous? No, right?
-No, I'm crapping myself.

-Why?
-She's noticed something.

-No, come on. She'll love it.
-Right.

-Don't make it seem staged.
-No.

-Don't let it slip, or we're fucked.
-I know.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Look. Put that in a drawer.

-What is this?
-Matches.

-What for?
-For later--

What's all this whispering about?
I'm hungry.

What's up? We're coming.

See how they get?

Tonight, we'll all fuck.

-Yes!
-Let's go.

Thank you.

Well, here we are.

-Nervous?
-Crapping myself.

Me too.

-Listen, love…
-What?

Listen to me.

If you don't want this, we can leave.

We both need to be sure.

-Are you sure?
-I'm very sure.

-What is this place?
-No idea.

The Internet says it's a private club.

"Club Paradiso." Did we come here?

-I don't remember a thing.
-Me neither.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Welcome to Club Paradiso.

Is it your first time?

-Yes. We've come to check it out.
-Yes.

-We're very excited.
-Great, that's the attitude.

It's a little early, so it's not full.

That's a good way to test it out
and feel better.

The most important thing
is to leave your feelings at home.

-Of course.
-You come here to enjoy.

"To enjoy."

I'll show you how everything works.

-Yeah?
-Okay.

-Good evening. Your coat?
-Hello, yes.

Thank you.

This is the bar area.
A perfect place to start.

It's the best place
in the club to meet people

and see if there is a couple you like.

But take it easy, okay?

You don't need to do anything
you don't want.

And what if we like a couple?

The easiest way would be to go up to them,

have a chat and a drink with them.

-And what if we don't like them?
-A no is a no.

It's the only rule of the club.

Do you get orgies and all?

-What?
-Every day.

-"Every day"?
-Yes.

Every day, babe?

Yes, so I hear.

I've got a crazy feeling in my gut.

What's over there?

Some stairs to the basement.

You don't want me to
reveal all the secrets, right?

Thank you.

My God, babe.

-Paco, don't fall asleep.
-Wake up.

Coming.

-It's just--
-He's very proud.

He's a man that
takes great pride in his work.

You need to watch out for him.

Babe.

You know what this drink reminds me of?

-What?
-Of…

-The day we went camping.
-That was over 20 years ago.

Do you remember the campsite
that Claudia and I were leading?

Well, there was another
monitor called Gabriela, right?

She was from Valencia
and she always made Valencian Water.

Anyway, one night we came back drunk
from a session she organized.

We got to the tent,

opened the tent,

and we found her stark naked
inside our sleeping bag.

And she was like, "Oh, oh."

She said, "No."

Then she said, "I'm in the wrong tent."

Yes, but while feeling her tit.

-Really?
-No, she wasn't feeling her tit.

She was feeling her tit.
I saw it. Like this…

How come we haven't heard this before?

What happened?

-Well, we said yes.
-Come on.

I mean, yes, she was in the wrong tent.

-And?
-And she left.

We were so young,

we didn't even think
the girl wanted something to do with us.

-Alberto, honestly, you disappoint me.
-Sorry.

How did you let
an opportunity like that get away?

See? There's things you need to do.

What?

I don't know what you would have done.

Shall I remind you of
the end-of-school-year trip?

He didn't trust some Mexican girls
because he thought they'd kidnap him.

No…

Well, listen, that was Paco from the past.

Now Paco is in a very different place.
Cheers.

To Gabriela,
and the opportunities you can't miss.

Alright.

That Gabriela was clever.

You know, you were both very hot.
You still are.

You're the hot one, Marta.

Of course, honey. You're a hottie! A babe!

And you too, Claudia. You too.

What are you doing?

-You blew me a kiss.
-I don't know, it slipped out.

I wonder…

What would you do
if Gabriela turned up now?

-It's true.
-What would you do?

Interesting. What would you do?

I think she sneaked in the tent
because of Alberto's reputation.

Or for yours, Claudia.

-What reputation does Alberto have?
-A rep, honey, a rep.

-What else?
-The legend is true.

No, wait a second.

I knew Alberto was a bit…

-But, really? A legend?
-No, listen.

-Not just a legend, a massive legend.
-No, they're exaggerating.

Paco, there's not much gin in this.
Come on.

-Please.
-That's it.

Pour a decent amount.

Pablo, look, this is John.
He's from Sydney.

Hi, John.

And this is Hans.

I've thanked my cousin.

The thing about the fair
has been a bit sudden and…

I hope you like the room.
It's the biggest one.

-Is it this one?
-Yes.

So, Pablo? What else?

What about New York?
Amazing flat? Loft style?

Yeah, it's not bad.

But I'm thinking about moving.

-I'm tired of my neighbors.
-Old hags that complain about everything?

Hey, your cousin is talking to you.

No. University students
that spend the whole day partying.

Damn it.

Youngsters nowadays
do not respect older people.

-Go with them, you're a party man.
-I was, but now…

People have jobs.

When they get home
they just want to sleep.

You just want to sleep?

You can take it off already.

This? I forgot.

Pablo.

Speaking of sleep, who do you sleep with?

-Any girls? Tell me.
-No, no one really.

I don't believe you.
You drove them crazy in the village.

-"In the village."
-Do you remember Susana?

Susana. That was a thousand years ago.

The twelve o'clock one?

-What did you say?
-Nothing.

-What do you mean?
-It's nonsense.

-Clara, tell him.
-It's nonsense.

Tell me, twelve o'clock what?

I called Susana "the twelve o'clock"
because she always crept in

through your window
at midnight looking for trouble.

And this one touched herself

while you and Susana were like…

My friend here used to get so horny.

-You told me, tell him too.
-He already knows.

-No.
-What do you mean "no"?

-I would moan loudly so you could hear me.
-What? I didn't know.

-Don't play the fool.
-I said I didn't know. That a problem?

He lost his virginity then, right?

I'll shut up.

-Steve. I have to answer. May I?
-Yes.

If his name is Steve…

Say hi from me.

I imagined him differently.

I don't know what's wrong.
He's acting weird.

-Excuse me.
-Don't worry.

Pablo, shall we both go for a drink?

-I'm tired and have a meeting with--
-"A meeting"?

Why?

Because some mates are coming
and there's gonna be some dancing.

No, really, I have a meeting.

No way. Speak of the devil. Coming!

-Listen.
-It's okay! One drink and home.

-One?
-One and that's it.

I don't think--

While we kill some time.
We can go to the bar where I work.

I'm not going to a bar.

-One and that's it.
-No, I can't.

We've hardly seen each other.

-Clara.
-Pablo.

Just one.

One and that's it.

Yes.

-I really shouldn't…
-Great, I'll get changed.

-Quickly, please.
-Yes.

-My knee hurts.
-Your knee?

-Yes.
-How come?

I don't know, I don't remember anything.

How could I screw up so much
one day before the wedding?

-We got wasted.
-Shut up.

What a mess, mate.

But don't you worry.
This will just end up a drunken story.

We go in, get the ring
and act as if nothing happened.

-Get out. Both of you.
-What?

How dare you show up
after the mess you made yesterday?

-What did we do?
-Are you kidding me?

-No.
-Shall I call security?

Wait, no.

And if I offer you… one of these?

-Are you bribing me?
-Yes.

-With €5?
-You're a hard negotiator.

I don't know how you got in here,
but the entrance to this club is €50.

As if it were Pacha Ibiza, right?

Liana, please.

-No, no.
-Come on.

Watch it, I'm crazy!

Please.

I'm getting married tomorrow
and I lost my ring. It has to be here.

Whatever we did last night…

-We're sorry.
-Sorry.

-But we don't remember anything.
-Anything.

-And I need that ring.
-She needs it.

-You need that ring.
-Yes.

-Yes.
-Anything else?

Yes. No.

I'll take you to the pool.

You were there for a while.

And then, I don't want to see you again.
Ever.

-Ever.
-Okay.

Thank you.

I'll smash your head in.
I remember your face.

And I'm very crazy.

Hey.

-I'll take a Sex on the Beach.
-It's like juice.

Well, you usually only order lemonade.

-Hello.
-How are you?

Fine.

-I'll have a Sex on the Beach.
-Don't you prefer it "on the bar"?

Why on the beach
when you can have it right here?

-Good one.
-What did he say?

-Nothing. What do you want?
-What can I get you, sir?

A standard rum and Coke.

My God, look at this waiter.

You're on fire, right?

Is that not what we came for?

Yes, but it feels like
you want to fuck just anyone.

No, not just anyone.

-I want to do it with you, but you don't.
-Here we go.

No, not "here we go," babe.

Why did you bring me here, then?

I'm going for a smoke.

Jaime!

A rum. On it's own.

What rooms do you have?

What are you looking for?

There are rooms with beds, pools,

mazes,

BDSM, but that doesn't seem like you.

-That works.
-Straight down those stairs.

-Come on.
-Coming.

-Here?
-Well, this is the back door.

What's up? You scared?

I don't know. Should I be?

Not of me, no.

Right, this is like an escape room?

Seriously, what did you drink last night?

This is a swingers club.

And we really value discretion.

And you weren't
very discrete last night, were you?

I don't want to know.

-Hello.
-Are you on shift tonight?

No, I've come for a drink.

He looks stuck-up, doesn't suit you.

Come on, hang up.

It should be illegal
to come out looking this handsome.

You should be arrested
for looking so sexy in public.

-Why are you here?
-I'm with my cousin.

-Good evening.
-Hello.

The famous cousin?

-Looks like a party animal.
-Shut up.

-I heard things got messy yesterday.
-A bridal shower sneaked in.

Damn, I always miss out.

Pablo, gin and tonic?

I'd prefer a club soda.

-Yes, of course.
-Hey, and this guy?

-What?
-Your boyfriend?

Who, Iván? Not at all.

-He's asking if we've fucked.
-No.

Yes.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Hello.

-Is it your first time here?
-Yes.

Do you fancy a tour?

-A tour.
-Tour.

-No.
-It's just…

My husband gets turned on…

Watching turns him on.

-Yes.
-To each their own.

Yes. We'll be around here.

Let's go.

It's my turn…

-And?
-Do you like it?

The bar, you like it?

Yes, it's quite modern, right?

Wow, you won't believe
what they've got downstairs.

Can I have some?

I'm just so, dehydrated.

Can she have some?

-Great.
-No, you can keep it.

Bye.

What's this about? Where do you work?

-In a swingers club.
-Like couples?

-Like pogs.
-Clara.

-Yes, couples.
-You could have warned me.

-Why?
-Seriously?

Chill out, no one's gonna do anything.

Let yourself go.
You can try whatever you like.

-The dark room looks like your style.
-"Try whatever you like"?

What do you think this is,
an ice cream parlor?

Don't test me.

-We've got lollipops.
-It's not funny.

-It is.
-No.

Just enjoy yourself a little.

You used to do what you wanted
without explanation.

Maybe I don't want to be like before.

So what do you want to do,
whatever Steven says?

Steve.

"Steve," what happened to you?
Where is the Pablo I used to know?

I was 20 years old. People change, Clara.

-That's not true. I haven't changed.
-I can see that.

Excuse me?

-Nothing.
-What do you mean?

-Nothing.
-Tell me.

You're not okay.

You live in a shit student flat
and work in a dive.

You probably fuck customers
on your days off.

Is that what makes you feel so proud?

-Actually, yes.
-Yeah? Congratulations.

-I do what I want.
-Bravo.

I'm happy. Do you know why?

-No.
-Because I wanted to be like you.

Well, sorry to disappoint you.

-He's going the wrong way.
-Fuck him.

For fuck's sake.

Sorry.

Excuse me, the exit?

No idea, sorry.

End of the corridor, on the left.
But don't go yet, this is the best time.

Yes, a shame. Thank you.

Can you turn to the right a bit please?

Sorry?

It's a bit bent
and, to be honest, I'm struggling.

Well it must be the hole.

Yes, right, the hole.
You've gone too far, ten degrees less.

-Better?
-Much better.

-Very bent?
-Yes.

Yes, quite bent.

But don't sweat it.

-Are you okay?
-Yes, good.

Very good.

You never know what's on the other side.

I suppose that's what this is for, right?

Imagine that instead
of me sucking you off, it's Ryan Gosling.

Just the sucking works for me.

Don't be a bore.

Let's make a deal…

If you guess one thing about me,
I'll shut up and get on with it.

Deal.

Shaven head with a beard,
and a bit chubby, like a bear.

-Did I get it?
-Really?

I can't believe it.

You've nailed it.
All of it. Can you see me?

-No.
-If you can see me, it's cheating.

-You're tanned, with freckles--
-Wait, that wasn't the deal.

And sorry if I'm blunt,
but I've not come here to chat or play.

No.

I know why you're here.
So you can get your dick sucked.

Hence the wall.

But I find it boring
if we just use it like this.

It seems to be doing its job for now.

A deal is a deal.

Okay.

Nothing.

The ring isn't here.

Look what I found in my pocket.

-What's that?
-Look familiar?

What is it?

It's a drink voucher, right?

-Shall we ask at the bar?
-Come on.

I don't remember this at all.

And if I had been here, I would remember.
Would you?

Me, too.

Well, well, well.

Look who's back.

These are the best bitches
to ever come to the club.

What happened yesterday was crazy.

It's great that you're here.
Do you want to…

-Do you want to do it all again?
-Do we know you?

Very funny, Alba. Very funny.

We're having trouble
remembering what we did last night.

You don't remember a thing?

You'll see.

Look.

You were so pissed, you undressed a guy,

you thought he was a lifeguard,
so you threw him in the pool,

you threw yourselves in too
and shouted, "Help me!"

Help, I'm drowning!

Get in the water with him!

Help!

Look, he was unconscious here.
It was brutal.

The guy swallowed so much
water he ended up in hospital.

-Is he okay?
-Yes, well…

-He spent the night there.
-Girls.

How are you, beauties?

Here again, huh?

-Again.
-Great, again.

That's great.

I knew you would come back.

-What are you doing?
-But not so soon.

They said they don't remember a thing.

-Really, Alba?
-What?

You don't remember…

-Our adventure in the showers?
-No.

I don't remember. Nor do I want to.

Losing the ring is enough.

Yeah, we're just awful.

No, you're soporific, seriously.

By the way, Alba,
is the ring your boyfriend's grandma's?

-Yes, why? Did you see it?
-You were calling it a "shackle".

Really?

You didn't stop talking about the wedding
and how your sex life will be over soon.

How romantic. "The shackle."

I think you should change
your wedding vows.

Excuse me, do you know

if I was wearing
the shackle when we left here?

-Yes.
-100% sure.

And do you know where we went?

No, but you wanted to invite us to--

-A private suite.
-Yes. A suite.

The card. It's a key!

Thank you.

-Let's go.
-Thank you so much.

A pleasure. We'll meet up some time.

Liana. Liana?

-Sorry.
-Bye then, you two.

Fucking keys.

No. Don't do this to me.

Hey, where is Clara?

I don't want to get involved,
but you went too far.

Yeah, you know what?
You are getting involved.

Can you tell me where she is? Thank you.

-She left. You're welcome.
-And went where?

-I don't know.
-Hey!

Excuse me. I'm a little…

You don't have
an iPhone charger back there, do you?

No.

Hello, excuse me a second.

Does anyone have an iPhone charger?

It's really urgent.

Chill out, this isn't your village square.

-What did you say?
-Nothing.

What do you mean "nothing"?

Your cousin says you got drunk
in the village and made out with some girl

and you started shouting around
for condoms because it was really urgent.

-It wasn't like that.
-But you ended up in the slammer.

Yes, but not for shouting.

No?

What for then?

It was the girl's first summer
in the village,

and I didn't know
she was the police chief's niece.

Clara was right about you in the end.

I'll have a drink.

Is it really urgent?

It is this time.

This is the flame of truth and passion.

You need to pass it
around without it going out.

Whoever it goes out on,
will be asked "truth or dare?"

If they don't want to do a dare

or answer a truth,

they have to pay.

They pay with an item of clothing.

The flame must stay lit.

It can't go out.

-Hey--
-Your turn.

No, this one doesn't count.

-So, do you like the game?
-I do.

-Shall we play?
-It seems fun.

-Sure.
-Come on.

-You start, Paco.
-Okay.

The one who lights it, gets to ask.

-Okay.
-Okay?

Here…

-Wow.
-Wow.

That's quite a flame.

Truth or dare?

-Dare.
-Dare.

Okay, I'll go.

-Touch…
-What?

…Marta's breasts.

You're sick.

Is he serious or what?

Do you actually want me to do that?

It's either that
or an item of clothing, whichever.

Not like that. Actually feel them,
not like a gynecologist.

Come on.

Oh, yeah.

-Much better than my gynecologist.
-Okay.

-Your turn.
-No, let me ask--

No. I said no.

The matches
just happened to be here at home.

I made it up and it's my turn.

It'll just take a second. Paco.

There you go.

Don't be scared.

-Babe.
-This is rigged.

Truth or dare?

-Truth.
-Truth, then.

Truth.

Have you ever thought about

doing it with someone else,
Paco, for example?

What? Me?

No answer. Then an item of clothing.

-There we go.
-The coat?

An item of clothing. Of course.

Is this what you want? I'm undressing.

Slowly, darling.

-My top.
-Well.

-So that's a "yes," then?
-No, I didn't say anything.

It's a yes. So, Paco?

Should I be feeling jealous?

-Do I get jealous?
-Ask your wife.

Well, I would do the same with Marta.

I'd be like…

-It's not your turn, Alberto.
-Hey!

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Look at the state of your shirt.

-Damn it.
-Man.

-Go get changed.
-Yes, course.

-Right now.
-Girls, we'll be right back.

-Paco, what's up, man?
-Nothing.

Don't back out
like you did with the Mexican girls.

Don't fuck with me.

Do you understand
the greatness of what's about to happen?

After 15 years with the same woman,
we're going to do it with another.

-So it seems.
-What do you mean?

"It seems?" They're on fire.
Don't back out.

I'll hit my head against the wall.

-I'm not going to back out.
-Good.

But on one condition.

-What?
-Show it to me.

-Show you what?
-What do you think?

-The legend.
-Paco…

Paco, don't be stupid.
I'm not gonna show it to you.

My wife will see it. Or will it be dark?

Paco, come on, don't be like this.

I'm begging you.

Anyway, they were joking,
I bet they're the same.

Just show me.

Paco, no.

-No?
-No.

-What are you doing?
-Wait.

I can't believe it, Paco.

This is mine.

Really?

So, that will do.

I mean, Paco…

Here goes.

This isn't even accurate.

Look…

See?

-You're cheating.
-I'm not.

-For fuck's sake, Alberto.
-Paco.

-It's enormous.
-No, I mean--

-No.
-Listen.

You love your wife and so do I,
this is just sex.

-Don't get hung up.
-That's what I mean.

What happens if I'm not enough?

Paco, what does
the size of your penis matter?

The only size that matters is your heart.

You're talking crap.

Paco, please-- Look.

Look, sit down.

Every time I make
a delivery to that club I told you about…

Yes.

While I leave the boxes,
I look and see those people

just enjoying themselves
and making out with each other.

They live life to the max.
They look so satisfied.

They're people
who have transcended in life.

They're like superior human beings.

Paco, tonight

a door opens for us.

It's up to you to go through it.

What the fuck are they doing?

I don't want to sound dramatic,
but if you don't do it

you'd be wasting your life.

Is that what you want?

Think about it.

Ladies?

We need to take initiative.

-That's it.
-Come on.

Don't you like the look of any couples?

It's not that, it's just…

Everyone's on fire, aren't they?

-I'm gonna have a shot.
-That's it.

-I'm sure we will have fun in the end.
-We can go to an amusement park for that.

Think of this as an amusement park
with dicks and vaginas.

What's up with you and vaginas?

-Go on.
-To getting laid.

Oh, my God. Don't turn around.

A couple just walked in
who are pure fantasy. Oh, my.

What's up, Iván? We'll have the usual.

Coming right up.

-Let's go talk to them.
-Wait, I don't have one. Belén.

Babe. Oh, my God.

Hello.

Can we sit here?

-Of course.
-Hello.

-I'm Belén.
-I'm Miguel.

-Hello.
-How are you?

-This is Ana.
-I'm Ana.

-Hello.
-How are you?

-This is Jaime.
-Hello.

Good evening.

Ana, give him two kisses, don't be rude.

Yes.

-How are you?
-Good.

-Hello.
-Hello.

-You all right?
-Yes.

Iván, bring me two more glasses, please.

What's up? Why did you stop?

-The deal is over.
-You're stopping halfway?

I love to leave
rude men like you wanting more.

-And what do I do, leave?
-I don't know.

-So many dicks! It's not here.
-Are you leaving?

Excuse me…

Sorry to interrupt,
where are the private bedrooms?

No idea, sorry.

Go through the maze right there,

pass the Balinese sunbeds,
and you'll reach a purple corridor.

-Great. Thank you.
-What are you doing?

You're gonna get dicked.
What about the wedding?

Hello, how are you?

Excuse me.

You haven't seen
an engagement ring, have you?

-No.
-Are you sure?

It's really important.

Hey, you. Have you seen
an engagement ring around there?

Don't you think that's a bit quick?

-Marriage already?
-I don't believe in marriage.

Nor me. I wouldn't marry someone
who doesn't know my name.

-You didn't tell me.
-No.

You didn't ask.

What's your name?

I'm Víctor. And you?

Ra… Raúl.

Nice name, "Ra… Raúl."

A pleasure.

A pleasure.

Víctor. Ra-Raúl.

The ring?

No. Sorry, love. There's nothing here.

Okay. Thanks.

Weren't you leaving?

-Is it your first time here?
-Yes.

We've never seen you before.

-And we're delighted, right, babe?
-We'll see.

-And do you come often?
-On and off.

We've come four times in a week.

-Four?
-Or none.

-Well--
-We don't come.

We come, honey.

Do you come 'cause you don't fuck at home?

Just because it happens to us,
doesn't mean it happens to everyone.

There's people who come
because of a lack of passion.

-Right.
-But that's not our case.

Right? I could eat you right up.

Let me eat you up.

We always made it clear
we didn't want to be the typical couple,

we wanted to be swingers.

"Swingers," it sounds like…

-But after--
-Don't listen. It's…

It's a lot like that, really cool.

And she came
from a very overwhelming relationship,

like buying a house, having a dog, kids.

-With the typical psychopath who wants--
-Another drink?

Your glass is full, baby.

-Manuel?
-No, Miguel.

How long have you been together?

-Five.
-How much?

-Five years.
-No, six.

Babe, really.

-No, baby, it's six years.
-No.

You were still with him
when we started dating.

That was six years ago.

We don't need
to tell our life story to strangers.

They asked. What shall I do, shut up?

We're not bothered by the fact
that you cheated on your ex.

Were you swingers
or were you just a bit dirty?

What are you doing, babe?

Chill. We're all dirty here.
And very proud.

-A bit.
-A lot.

No. My ex didn't like this stuff.

And because he was a bit slow
and a total dickhead,

he didn't know what I needed.

You couldn't explain it to him,
and the poor guy would be--

-I explained it to him.
-All the time.

But he was selfish and ignorant,
he didn't put himself in my shoes.

What should I have done?

Tattooed it on my forehead,
to see if he understood?

Idiot, dickhead, selfish, cuckold…
The perfect guy.

Babe, stop there.

What's up? Relax, babe. Manuel is right.

-Miguel.
-Miguel.

We're just talking.

If we're going to fuck,
let's at least get to know each other.

If you're not sure,
find another couple, okay? We…

No, hang on. We're sure. Are you?

Very sure. Right, babe?

-Can you excuse us?
-Sure. You're coming back right?

Of course.

Baby, what the fuck is up with you today?
Tell me.

-What's the problem?
-I don't want to do it.

Please, it's super important for me.

Then we can find another couple.
I don't like them.

No. You'll say no to all of them
because you don't want to fix us.

-It's not that.
-No? Then what is it?

-She's pretty, right?
-Yes.

You've got him all nervous.
Do it for me. You always pick.

-This one could be great.
-Miguel.

-Let's go.
-No.

-Yes.
-No, damn it.

-I'm not well.
-We've just got here.

Hello, we've decided.

And?

-What's the next step?
-We can go downstairs if you want?

Okay.

You'll see. You'll love it.

I like to start here.

Ana. Fuck, Ana.

What?

You only fucked me once a week
and now you come here to fuck whenever?

Thank me. Doesn't look like
you even do that with your wife.

Should I also thank you
for leaving me with depression?

I've not heard from you in five years.

And why didn't you say,

"She's my ex, I don't want to do it"?

You didn't tell your boyfriend either.

Because Miguel doesn't want
to know about my exes.

You act all liberal, you're swingers,

but you can't be honest about anything,
can you?

What's up, you two?

It's not the same without you. Let's go.

Right!

Wait. This is the secret round.

-The secret round?
-What's that?

What did you say?

It's a full moon, can you feel it?

Claudia…

Claudia!

-Whoa, girl. You slut.
-Yes, so slutty.

What a slut.

Let's see if you're a bigger slut than me.

Oh, yes, Marta.

I'm also a slut.

Well then.

-Well.
-How is it?

Wait. In round ten,
we ask the question to everyone.

-But there are no matches left.
-That's fine.

Listen, truth or dare?

-Truth.
-Truth.

Truth.

Do you want

all of us to do it together tonight?

What is this?

Well, we're friends, we like each other,
give me one good reason not to do it.

Honey?

I do.

Marta?

Me… Look, I feel like Gabriela,
from the campsite.

But I don't know.

No.

Don't look at me.

I'm very liberal.

Hey!

What are you laughing at?

Well, I said it.

If we don't fuck here tonight,
it won't be because of me.

And I'm doing this for free…

as a preview.

Fuck, that's my Paco!

How do we start?

Well…

Like this.

-Claudia.
-Don't worry.

Relax.

Hold on a second.

-Alberto!
-You speak with Paco.

Can you believe it?

Fucking hell.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Iván said you're looking for me
about the keys because of the…

-The meeting.
-No, don't worry.

I've already missed it.

I'm sorry, it was my fault.

Don't worry.

I'll charge my phone now,
ring Steve and make something up.

-Hey.
-What?

-I'm sorry if I went too far before.
-No, it's fine.

-Honestly, I--
-Chill.

Did you wait long for me?

No, I was just out front for a bit.

And what did you do?

Did you…

-You look good.
-Yes, I'm good.

You?

Well, yes.

Actually, I'm not good.

I'm really good.

Why's that?

-I listened to you. Let myself go and--
-And what?

-And fucked a little.
-A little?

No, quite a lot.

Right, well.

Where?

At the club.

At the club?

And how?

Well, I went back and it just happened.

Who with?

Clara, come on.

Have you ever been in the dark room?

Me? One day, yeah.

What do you mean one day? When was this?

-I don't remember.
-No?

-Well, no.
-How come?

No. It was just a day.
It was very dark, I don't remember.

Okay.

How was your thing?

Well, damn, incredible. It's just…

I dunno, I walked in there,
bumped into a girl…

And what?

And there was already, like…
a huge connection.

And we started to touch each other…

kiss.

And then?

We did it on an armchair…

-Against the wall.
-Right.

-We did the downward dog.
-What? I don't know what…

-I don't know what that is.
-What do you mean?

-It's normal doggy style.
-No.

She squats on top and he's underneath.

That's not doggy, that's reverse cowgirl.

-Reverse cowgirl? What?
-Where do you see the dog?

-The dog makes more sense.
-Damn.

-Clara.
-Leave it.

-What's up?
-You already know.

What's up, you two?

How was your night?

-Good.
-Good.

-How are you?
-Good.

We decided to end the night here.

There's two in my room.

Sorry, party man,
we've got your blow-up mattress.

That's fine.

You won't mind sharing with your cousin?

-How was the club?
-Good.

-We didn't go.
-No.

-We went to a different one in the end.
-A different one?

-Yes, it was…
-Yes.

-Good.
-I'd never been.

No, never.

-What's it called?
-The Cocktail Bar.

Cocktail Bar.

The Cocktail Bar.

Yes.

-What cocktails did you have?
-I had a…

-Banana. No.
-Banana.

-It was…
-It was…

-Pineapple.
-Yes, pineapple.

-With rum.
-Rum. Pineapple rum.

Was it nice?

-Normal.
-What do you mean "normal"?

Well, I don't--

It was great.

-The best cocktail I've ever had.
-Come on, man.

Fuck, I'm gonna find
The Cocktail Bar on Google.

-There's no point, they're closing now.
-No way.

-Yes.
-But it's just opened.

She loved it,
but it's hard for her to admit.

-Right?
-No. You know what happened?

My cocktail is giving me a stomachache.

I'm not surprised,
your stomach lives off social conventions.

But have you ever paused
to enjoy pleasure?

-Well?
-Of course.

But to me, your "social convention"
is a basic principle of the cocktail bar.

There are spirits that don't mix.

Wait.

The more spirits, the more flavors.

What the fuck is that?

A principle.

-The most basic one.
-What?

What?

Don't tell me you've fucked?

Well, well, well. Look at you two!

You know what they say
about cousins who kiss!

Quite a thing, dude.

Hey, my roommate fucked her cousin!

What?

It's a joke, right? You're not serious?

What if I am serious?

I'm taking a shower.

-I'll come with you.
-No.

No. Okay.

And now what?
Where is the Clara I remember?

Look, it's here. Let's go.

It has to be here.

You look over there and I'll look here.

-Bingo.
-What?

Liana, please.

Can you stop acting stupid
and help me please?

-What's up?
-There's a man.

A man?

A man?

A man tied up.

-A man tied up.
-I just told you.

-Why is he here?
-I dunno.

-Maybe he knows about the ring?
-Maybe.

Hello, how are you? Good evening.

Sorry, you wouldn't happen to…

-Shall we take the gag off?
-Yes.

What if he screams?

Finally.

Where were you?

-I was waiting for you.
-For us?

You said you'd get more champagne
and come back.

Right, to sum up,
yesterday we got wrecked,

she's getting married.

We don't remember last night.

What do you mean "last night"?

How long have I been here?

Off the top of my head, a whole day.

Fuck off.

My wife will be furious.
I said I was at the supermarket.

Please, we're really sorry.

-The keys?
-There isn't a key.

-No?
-It works with a code.

One, three, nine. My kid's birthday.

The youngest.

-That's nice, very charming.
-I know.

One question.

You don't remember if I had
an engagement ring on when we tied you up?

You think after leaving me
tied up and gagged,

I'm going to remember the details?

Very true.

-Sorry.
-Sorry.

Right, well…

What now?

Bondage, submission, suffocation,

adult baby?

No.

That's not really our style.

I've been in a cupboard for 24 hours.

No food, no drink, no sleep,
no light, and embarrassed,

and you're gonna leave me horny?

-I'm calling security.
-No, please. Not security.

Well, then…

Get to it.

And you can fuck me good.

No. It's Ricardo. What do I do?

Take it. I'll handle this.

Sure?

Sure.

You know what I'll do with your balls?
I'm gonna make a…

Hello, honey. How are you?

I'm at the stag night
that the guys organized.

How are you?

Good.

Good. What's up?

I'm drunk.

And I remembered how much I love you,
and that tomorrow we're getting married!

Yes.

It's nerve-racking, right?

-The wedding is here.
-No.

YOU MARRIED, YOU FUCKED UP

-Ready for the big day?
-Yes.

I'm just at home
under the covers with a movie…

Who's shouting?

It's a horror film.

Honey, we'll speak later, okay?

Okay, I love you.

I love you.

Why the glory hole out of all the rooms?

I could ask you the same.

Well, I'd tell you that

sometimes because
I'm horny, other times for fun,

and because it's the only way
to suck off Ryan Gosling.

Yes, it has its perks.

Better without a wall in between.

Shall we go to a different room?

-We're fine like this.
-We could have a drink, a shot?

Listen…

What use would it be
for me to have a drink with you?

-Then what?
-What?

We like each other and we fuck.

We end up at your house or mine.

Tomorrow we wake up, have breakfast,

we start to meet up,
seeing each other every week.

Summers in Thailand
and winters with our parents.

-We're a couple, we live together--
-Wait.

Hey, you're getting ahead of yourself.

I just mentioned having a drink
and fucking without the wall.

Not going to Thailand, Ra-Raúl.

Do you always joke around
with the men that come here?

-Can I tell you a secret?
-You're going to tell me anyway.

I've never spoken so much here.

You speak more if you get nervous.

I only get nervous if I like someone.

What? You don't know me.

Maybe that's why.

It's your turn to tell me a secret.

Wait, no.

Don't tell me.
You can tell me whilst having a drink.

-That's not going to happen.
-It is.

Wanna bet?

-Do you like it?
-Yes.

What shall we do?

-Let's go.
-Right then.

-What do you think?
-You're the expert, you tell me.

Easy.
They fuck and we do the same times two.

You're not in love with that guy?

Well, you're quite calm
considering your wife is getting fucked,

and I promise Miguel
will leave her very satisfied.

Babe, we need to try this at home.

Your wife is really hot, Jaime.

Well, things are heating up
in here, too, huh?

Right, Jaime? What a dick, Jaime.
Fuck, what a massive dick.

Yeah? Is he sticking it in, baby?

Yes, it's in.

The balls, too.

You left without telling me.
Can you explain yourself, please?

So what? It's been five years.

I don't care if it's been ten.
You owe me an explanation.

Oh, Jaime!

Don't play dumb, tell me honestly.

Why did you leave?

Because I got overwhelmed.

Please…

What overwhelmed you?

Right. Why are you both still dressed?

-Are you just petting each other?
-A bit, yes.

-We're warming up.
-Come on, we want to see you.

Take off your clothes.

Jaime, let's go!

Okay, we're getting there.

Nearly there.

There.

This is mad.

It's madness, Jaime.

-Is this what you wanted?
-What?

-This life.
-Yes, of course.

I spent months wondering
what I'd done wrong,

and you just wanted to fuck other men?

Why are you making it about that?

It's not like that.
I connected with Miguel at first.

The relationship was special.

But now he's more interested
in fucking others than being with me.

And is that what you really want?

I don't know.

I knew what I wanted with you.

What?

Well…

I've wanted to call you.

Really?

Yes.

Why didn't you?

I don't know.

I really miss you.

I miss you, too.

Fuck, what's going on?

This isn't right.

If they ask us to join in,
I don't want to.

Although I doubt they'll ask.

That's enough now, right?

They turned this around, fuck.

-Where are you going? They'll get mad.
-I don't care.

This wasn't the plan.
Either we all fuck or…

Does she moan like that with you?

They're asleep.

They're asleep.

Honey.

We'd better go, right?

Marta's not good at waking up.
Better leave them there.

We might want to sleep too.

Rum and coke?

-That's not fair, man. It's cheating.
-There's no cheating.

I said we should have a drink and we will.

I won the bet.

Go on, you can start.

How did you get here?

You're so annoying.

Let's see.

Two months ago,
my boyfriend and I moved in together,

and we'd sit on the carpet

until we decided to buy a sofa.

We bought a giant master sofa,
designer, two-seater. Ideal for a couple.

And after paying,

the salesman said that delivery
was up to us, that this wasn't Ikea.

We ended up carrying
the sofa around Barcelona.

Did you make it?

Three hours later.

Plus 45 minutes
to get it to the seventh floor.

When we put it in the living room…

You put it in the living room…

…Salva looked at me weird.

I thought I understood
and started undressing

as if to christen the new sofa.

But he stopped me and told me it was over.

That he didn't love me.

And he got up and left.

I tried to follow him,
but my trousers were at my ankles,

so I tripped and broke my nose.

And I bled.

I bled a lot.

And then?

Then nothing.

So the sofa becomes
your worst enemy, right?

You hate it.
You don't ever want to sit on it.

Until one day
you decide to sell it, right?

Yes.

But no matter how hard you try,
you can't get rid of it.

I promise I've tried.

And suddenly, one day you get tired

and decide you need to change paths,

and start again, but it's scary.

It's scary to think of yourself
with another man, buying a sofa,

crossing the city to reach your flat
only to be left on your own,

naked and bleeding.

And you end up at this wall with holes
where there are no sofas.

What are you, a psychologist?

Not at all.

I lived with my ex on the ninth floor
and we bought a mattress.

You know what?

-I'm gonna see you.
-It's not a good idea.

There are many ways to see.

What a shame, you're not Ryan Gosling.

-Clara.
-What?

Nothing, no.

We're first cousins. First cousins.

-Yes, I know.
-Okay.

-But--
-But what?

If you stop to think,

technically,

when you touched yourself
in the village, you thought--

-What? No, wait.
-Careful.

-Wait, Pablo.
-I'm just saying.

When I was in the village…

I was just a girl,
it has nothing to do with this.

Okay then. It's wrong, there we go.

If I knew that, you wouldn't have come.

I didn't know either.

And you invited me.

-You said there were no hotel rooms left.
-No.

I said it wasn't looking great,
not that there was nothing.

Whatever.

I've loosened up like I used to.
Like you asked me to.

-I didn't ask for this.
-Not for this.

But it was the best fuck of my life.
What do I do?

Not for me, and we don't know
if it was us because it was dark.

We didn't see each other.

But… we heard each other.

And you… moan just like always.

You knew it was me the whole time?

Not the whole time.
Only when you started to…

Come on.

You also knew it was me. Clara!

How could I have done this to Ricardo?

And his grandma.

Sorry.

You're right. Poor grandma.

Maybe I don't need to get married.

I don't know.
All this about commitment and marriage…

-It's difficult for me.
-Yeah.

"Yeah"?

That's all you're going to say? "Yeah"?

You're not going to convince me
to continue with my marriage?

That Ricardo loves me,
and this was a drunken mistake?

Wait, one thing.

I think Ricardo is great, you know that.

But yesterday, you spent the night
in a swingers club

saying that marriage is shit
and your life is over.

I was wrecked.

But if it wasn't the ring,
it would have been something else.

Do you want to get married?

-Girls.
-Hello.

-Hello.
-So?

-Hello.
-Hello.

-Excuse me.
-Hey, Liana.

My wife and I were thinking of going
somewhere a little more intimate.

And there's room for one more.

No, not today, no.

-Why?
-Not today, honestly.

Liana.

-Go.
-Sure?

There's nothing we can do.

Do you know what shibari is?

Shibari, you know it?

-No.
-No?

Thank you.

Sorry, but I heard it all.

Do you think Liana is right?

-Do you give a fuck?
-I do.

Because I have your ring.

And why do you have it?

-You gave it to me.
-Yeah, right.

-After we fucked.
-What?

-That's a lie.
-A lie?

Look. You said I'd opened your eyes.

You said you didn't want
to give up sex with others,

and you told me to keep it

so you don't make
the biggest mistake of your life.

You're a liar.

This doesn't matter to me. I don't care.

Here.

Here's your ring.
Nothing is stopping you getting married.

And how was it?

If it's really

the last fuck I'll have had
with someone who isn't my husband…

it would be good to remember, right?

-Want me to tell you?
-And…

I want you to remind me.

You don't remember this?

-No.
-No?

Or this?

-This?
-No.

And this?

-No.
-No?

You scratched my neck.

I think you'll remember this.

I don't remember a thing.

What the fuck are you doing?

-What the fuck are you doing?
-What you wanted us to do.

-What's up?
-Don't fuck with me, Ana.

You're cuddling.
You know people come here to fuck, right?

-Well.
-"Well," no.

If you touch her again,
I'll smash your face in.

-What are you doing, Miguel?
-Fucking newbies. Let's go, Ana.

-That's enough, Miguel.
-What's up with you?

What's up? I've had enough.

I've spent years looking at
a festival of dicks and vaginas.

They're always here,
I can't get them out of my head.

And I've had enough.

Wait, let's calm down.

-No.
-I'll get my clothes and we'll go.

-No, I'm leaving.
-Wait, damn it.

-Leave me.
-Fuck, please.

-Leave her.
-Shut up, it's nothing to do with you.

Please, wait.
Let's talk about this. Don't leave me.

-Miguel.
-Don't leave me.

-Miguel, that's enough.
-Right, I'm…

-I'm sorry.
-Fuck off.

Wait! Don't leave me! Ana, fuck!

-Shit.
-Let's go.

One second.

Why were you cuddling?

I said, why were you cuddling?

-Ana is my ex.
-What?

-Fuck off, you?
-Yes, me!

-For fuck's sake.
-All right.

Okay. Fucking hell.

Why didn't you say anything?

Seriously!

We've not been able to speak
since we came in.

Then speak now.

You know what I'm going to say.

Say it.

I don't love you anymore, Belén.

I'm so sorry, but I don't love you.

Ana.

I left Belén.

-Why?
-What do you mean "why"?

-What are you doing?
-What's up?

I think you're confused.

Confused about what? But, we…

Stuff happened, don't deny it.

I got carried away by the nostalgia.

Don't tell me
you didn't feel the same way.

Admit it.

I knew it.

-What?
-We're back to six years ago.

-How?
-That just happened

and now you're looking at me like that.

How am I looking at you?

Like this.

With a face like "Let's get married,
buy ourselves a house,

let's have kids, Marijose and Josemari,

let's adopt a fucking dog."

-You don't like dogs?
-No, I don't!

See? That's why I left you.

I've been there.
And if we got back together…

I would feel the same.

I don't think so, but anyway,
we were young back then,

and now life is giving us
this great opportunity we can't waste--

Jaime.

Here you go again.

It's true.

I'm sorry.
Can we say goodbye as friends this time?

-Sure.
-Okay.

-What?
-You scared me.

-What are you doing?
-No.

What are you doing? Wait, no.

Don't be mistaken, this is affection.

-You don't wanna do it?
-No.

-I'm confused.
-No, thanks.

-Sorry.
-Enjoy yourselves.

Bye, Ana.

Bye, Jaime.

-Hey.
-What?

Anyway, if you ever wanted to,

with no commitments, just as friends,

have a drink…

call me.

Okay.

You didn't hear me when I told you
to leave your feelings at home?

Not really.
I don't know what's up with me.

Most people who come here

are looking for an answer
to their question.

-And do they find it?
-No.

Sometimes the answer finds them.

That's where it starts.

-Right.
-Okay.

-Right.
-So…

It's been fun, right?

Yeah.

-Dinner was lovely.
-We should do it again.

Yes, of course.

But maybe mixing it up a bit, right?

To not fall into a routine.

You gotta be careful.

Leaving one routine
to start another is silly, right?

You could join in a little.

Well…

Hey, come on.

Bye.

All right, okay.

-Bye, Paco.
-See you tomorrow.

See you soon.

Come on, we're leaving!

Let's get this party started!

Come on, my friend is getting married!

Hey.

Alba, how are you?
What are you doing here?

-And Ricardo?
-Ricardo.

Ricardo left a while ago.

-You look amazing.
-Thank you.

No, Ricardo!

He's not here, he left.

Ricardo is not here.

Ricardo! Guys!

Ricardo's here? No, he left.

Ricardo isn't here. He isn't here.

She's looking for Ricardo,
what a shame he left.

No.

Fuck.

Seriously?

Alba, it's not what it looks like.

I'm really sorry,
I didn't know he had a girlfriend.

It's his stag do.

Well, at least I tried.

Bye, handsome.

I'm… I'm sorry, honey.
I'm sorry, I'm drunk.

I'm overwhelmed.

Look… It's fine.

It's all good.

-What?
-It's all good.

I was coming to tell you that…

-I fucked another guy.
-What?

-Twice.
-Wow…

Ricardo, I think it's clear

we're not ready for this.

Wait. Are you saying…

Are you saying
you don't want to get married?

I don't think so.

Don't you love me?

I'm crazy about you, Ricardo, but…

How are we going to get married
if we can't even stay loyal

12 hours away from the wedding?

We can't give it all up
based on one night.

Months.

Ricardo, I've spent months thinking
you're going to be the last man I fuck.

And that scares me. A lot.

I like other people.

But that's normal.
All couples think of fucking others.

-It happens to everyone.
-Do they all cheat on their wedding day?

-Alba. Honey.
-What?

We've always struggled with monogamy.

Right.

Well, we could reconsider
what kind of couple we want to be.

-It doesn't mean we don't love each other.
-Of course not.

-I love you.
-Me too.

-I love you like crazy.
-And so do I.

So…

What shall we do?

Ricardo.

Do you want to marry me
and fuck whoever you want to?

-Yes.
-Yes?

-Alba.
-Tell me.

Do you want to marry me
and fuck whoever you want to?

-Yes.
-Really?

-I do.
-You do?

Yes, I do.

-I love you.
-And I love you, babe.

Cheers to the bride and groom!

-I've got déjà vu.
-Yeah.

Your friend is louder than you.

So…

Yeah.

Yeah… what?

Come on.

I…

I also thought

it was the best fuck ever.

And I knew it was you.

Because when you're about to cum,
you do a little grunt like a pig.

-What?
-Yeah.

-I don't do that.
-Yes.

I don't do that.

-No…
-No, right, yeah…

It's just that…

That's better.

So…

That's it.

Yes. That's it.

Bye, Víctor.

Bye, Ra-Raúl.

A pleasure.

Same.

Hey, Raúl.

Raúl?

Raúl.

Are you there?

Víctor?

-You getting in or not?
-Yes.

To 29 Guillermo Tell Street, please.

Stop.

It's something
that catches you by surprise.

And your life changes from dusk to dawn.

Something you can't rationalize,

and you can never prepare for.

But suddenly, you feel a spark

and your heart starts pounding,

you're nervous, and you have butterflies…

It feels as if your life has been
a journey leading you to this moment.

As if the universe and fate
have aligned right here and now.

Because no matter how hard we try,

we can't resist anymore.

We don't recognize ourselves,

nor can we put into words
what is happening,

because what turns us on, turns us on.

Why do we fall in love with who we do?

What goes through our heads?

And the answer is…

Víctor!

…absolutely nothing.

Let the sexual revolution begin.

We've been made to think
there is only one way to fall in love,

to get horny, to fuck.

But that's not the case.

We can spend our lives

letting the world decide
what we do and don't like,

or we can decide for ourselves.

Decide who we are,
and recognize each other

not by what makes us
different from the rest,

but by what makes us unique.

Your bent dick is unmistakable.

Love each other for who we are

to allow others to love us for who we are.

And forget, once and for all,

the models that don't represent
anyone at all.

-And for poorer?
-Yes.

-Yes?
-Yes.

-And in sickness?
-Yes.

-Yes?
-Yes!

Yes!

Write our own rules together

or explore new paths that, until now,

we couldn't even imagine.

What a feeling.

Learning to accept that,
in this constant search,

sometimes we don't find ourselves.

What do we do now?

But recognizing sex and love
for what they really are:

the most incredible gift
that one can give and receive.

Something we all deserve
to experience in full,

without distinctions, without compromise,

without shame.

Shall we fuck?

Because sometimes,
something catches you by surprise…

Oh, yes.

…and your life changes overnight.

Yes.

Yes.

Claudia.

I'm Paco.

Claudia!

All right, whatever.

Moan louder.

No, they're going to hear us.

Let them hear.

Can someone untie me?

Please, not another day!

Hey, come on! Please!

It's the second gangbang
I've missed this month.

Subtitle translation by:
Catherine Ponsdomenech Hurley