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Sebastian, it's Alberto, the light's gone out, again.

No, the fuses are okay, I've checked them, but nothing.

I don't have anything plugged in.

Well, yes, the refrigerator, but I don't think that consumes much.

Wait, let's see, the light is back.

I haven't touched anything.

I have no idea,

but I need you to come fix it as soon as possible.

No, but the tenant moves in on Monday,

it must be during the weekend. Sunday at nine?

Okay.

Perfect, thanks, Sebastian. See you later.

-Hello. -Hello, Alberto, how are you?

-What's up? -Are we the first?

Yes, grab a couple of chairs from the dining room,

I have to tidy this up a bit.

Oh!

A little bit or a lot, huh?

There's no need to sugarcoat things or use euphemisms.

He'll never rent this apartment.

Sweet mother... of God!

If his mother saw this, she'd rise from her grave.

Mrs. Carmen, may she rest in peace.

This... this Alberto is cheap.

I have a friend who owns a moving company

and gave him a great budget,

well, he thought it was too expensive.

The issue isn't moving, Fernando,

but that Alberto

has to do a general renovation, it's falling apart.

-Hello, sweetheart. -Madam President.

-How are you, Alberto? -Fernando and Ricardo are here.

What's up, man?

-How's it going, Lucas? -Well.

Squash, Fernando, that's the best thing to lose weight, listen to me.

Exercise makes me fat.

The more I exercise, the more I eat.

The only way to lose weight is to shut your mouth.

I believe he's responsible

for the garbage that appears in the lobby every Sunday.

The door remains ajar

and there's garbage everywhere we go.

But, Lola, please, Tono no longer lives here.

Do you really think he comes every Sunday to bring the garbage

-just to annoy you? -He knows I'm the president.

He has it out for me.

No, Lola, those are the clients of the club

who sneak into the lobby.

Which would not happen

if you all made sure that the door was closed properly.

It has to go "clack".

Then you jiggle the knob a little until it clicks again.

If not, it remains ajar and anyone can come in, anyone.

We need to set up security cameras.

I can't agree with you more, but...

Alberto doesn't want them.

Do you know how much installing

a video surveillance system costs?

It's cheaper to hire someone.

Why don't we change the lock?

Changing that lock costs more than the door.

-It's from last century. -Let's change the door.

Changing that door costs more than the elevator, Lola.

Well, we must do something

because this is a gross.

I'd place some fake security cameras,

that look like the real thing, but are made of plastic

and then I'd put up a little sign that says:

"We inform you that you're being recorded."

If you want, I'll design the posters, I'm crazy about design.

-What nonsense is that, kid? -What's up?

A friend's father has it in his jewelry store.

For 20 bucks we bought two of those cameras.

Does your friend's jewelry store have plastic cameras?

Who's the smartass

who thinks that a jewelry store has fake cameras?

So, why spend money on that,

if for 20 bucks we have the same service

and for 10 euros more, they install it themselves?

This is like radar,

after seeing the sign you brake just in case.

Hey, Lucas, where did you say your friend's jewelry store is?

Like I'd tell you.

Oops!

Damn!

Have you paid the bill, Alberto?

Yeah, I don't know what's wrong, I've called to have it fixed.

-Check the fuses. -No, that's not it.

It must be the fridge, it's the only thing plugged in.

No, refrigerators don't cause power outages.

Not the current ones, but Alberto's must be... 50 years old.

Do you want to go to my house?

-Well. -Oh!

-Damn! -Oh!

Let's start the meeting before the apartment crumbles down.

Nuria is missing.

Nuria is missing,

but we had discussed this at the previous meeting.

I'm sorry, but I'm in a bit of a hurry today.

Me too, but some things must be done

in accordance with the bylaws.

I'll call her.

He won't be caught dead without his cell phone.

-Nothing. -Nothing?

No signal.

In this case, since she has a missed call,

Madam President,

you may read the order of the day out loud.

Good,

as I informed you by e-mail last month,

this is the budget that best suits

our needs and it's also the cheapest.

Even so, I'm providing you with a hard copy for the record.

Okay, and now let's proceed to vote

for the replacement of the elevator according to budget.

Not again!

I think it would be best to continue this meeting at Lola's house.

It'll return, Fernando, don't be impatient.

-Good. -See?

Yeah, but will it always be like this, all the time?

I'll get it.

-Hello, Alberto. -Hello, Nuria.

How are you?

Oh! Sorry, sorry!

Sorry, there was a queue... at the pharmacy, I'm sorry.

-Well... everyone. -Gorgeous.

You're just in time, Nuria.

-Am I? -Yes.

-You haven't voted yet? -No, no.

Hand her the budget.

No, it's not necessary, I remember the e-mail.

-Okay. -Well, now we can.

Votes in favor to change the elevator?

The work for the change of the elevator...

One moment, one moment, please, we haven't finished yet.

What's missing now, Ricardo?

That's what I say.

We need to follow the order of the day.

But the meeting was for the elevator.

Yes, but it is mandatory to consult the attendees

if they wish to add to the order of the day.

Either we do things right or we don't.

Let's see.

Does anyone wish to add anything to the order of the day?

-No. -Let the record show.

-Now we're done. -Okay.

Well, thank you very much for coming.

-Farewell to all. -Goodbye.

-What a joy. -We already have an elevator.

-We already changed the elevator. -Yes.

- Ciao, see you later. -See you, Fernando.

Alberto, listen, my friend

who was interested in renting your apartment

doesn't have to leave his.

Don't worry, I already have a tenant.

-Really? -Yes.

Well done, congratulations.

-Hey. -What's up?

Alberto has rented the apartment at last.

No fucking way!

I'm so glad. Really?

Yes.

We're signing the contract in an hour

and he moves in on Monday, so, I have to pick up.

Who did you rent it to?

To a new co-worker called Joaquin.

He wouldn't happen to be my age?

No.

-He's a little younger. -Love has no age.

That's true, Lola, you never know.

Is the company you work for hiring people

with all that's going on?

Yes, well, he's been hired

through a social reintegration program

he said he was looking for an apartment, I offered mine and he liked it.

Done.

Social reintegration.

Just out of jail?

Huh? No.

Well, not that I know of.

No, we've hired

seven people with mental health issues

through a labor reinsertion program

and these programs are great, I didn't know about them.

What do you mean by "mental health issues"?

You mean he's crazy?

Crazy? No, no, no.

If you just said he has a mental illness.

He is in treatment for a mental health issue, yes,

but lives a completely normal life,

He works with me and he's very good.

What type of mental illness?

Let's be clear, Alberto.

Well, I don't know, Ricardo, I haven't asked him.

What's wrong?

Let's see, Alberto, is that this is a subject...

I think it's great...

all these social reinsertion programs and so on,

but it's one thing to make photocopies

and another is living with a guy who has mental issues.

Let's see, Fernando,

he's not making photocopies,

he's in IT and people

with mental health issues,

aren't waiting for you

with a knife when exiting the elevator or something.

Let's see...

Let's see, I understand that...

that if you have never had

the chance to meet someone like that,

you have the wrong idea, the same thing happened to me,

but as I said, I deal with him on a daily basis

and not just with Joaquin, but with six other people

who have come to work

who have mental health issues

and there's absolutely no problem with them.

No problem.

So, it turns out that they're the only ones

who don't have problems at work.

That doesn't hold water, Alberto, that's impossible.

No, let's see, I'm saying that they're like any other co-worker.

So, some work at full capacity, others slack out,

some are friendly, others are shier,

I connect with some and not others.

And I've connected with Joaquin.

-Don't get angry, Alberto. -No, I'm not angry.

We just want to know if Joaquin is dangerous or not.

Of course not, Joaquin is a normal guy.

Well, he's not very normal,

if he wants to rent the apartment for that price.

And not renovated.

No, the apartment is perfect.

That's why you haven't rented it.

Maybe he values space more

not the fancy stuff that's available.

Yes, or maybe he's just crazy.

Let's see, Joaquin has a mental health issue,

period.

And possibly takes better care

that we do when we when we get sick.

And now I must ask you to please leave.

Alberto, forgive me, you must understand

that we don't feel comfortable with this situation.

Old people, children, and myself live in this building,

I have a teenage daughter, Maria,

she's going in and out all day.

Imagine that Joaquin forgets to take his medication,

has an outbreak, he finds her in the stairs and does something to her.

Maite, you're talking about someone I know

and Joaquin is not aggressive.

Really.

Do you think I'd bring someone troublesome into my house?

You'd do anything to rent the apartment.

What?

What if he happens to turn the TV on full volume?

You tell him off, like everyone else.

Or if he burns the curtains, these people smoke a lot.

Or he invites his friends over, imagine what they might be like.

But, well, don't you realize how xenophobic you are?

"Loony-phobic."

-What? -Fear of the crazies.

Don't call him crazy!

Let's vote on it?

-What? -What?

If it's okay to rent the apartment to someone like that.

Yes, that's the last straw.

Why not?

This affects us all.

Let's see,

it's not our apartment, we can't vote on that.

Very funny, you live in the second,

-but he'd be across from me. -On top of me.

It's my house and I rent it to whomever I want.

Yes, it's your house, but you don't live here, Alberto,

and it is very easy to drop the problem

while you are living somewhere else.

We're talking about something that may pose a danger to all of us.

We have to vote on it.

-Nuria. -Very good.

Erm... Let's see...

Let's see, let's see, let's see if we can focus, huh?

I'll rent the apartment whether you like it or not.

First, because it's my home, and I rent it to whomever I want,

second, because he has the right to housing like everyone,

third, because he's a charming guy,

and fourth, because I need the rent money.

Very well, the apartment is yours

and you can rent it to whomever you want,

but tell me one thing, since you put it up for rent,

how many people have been interested in it?

Twenty, seven, three? Zero, zilch, nada.

And it turns out that the only one interested in this old apartment

is a person who has mental health issues.

I'm not saying that it's decisive, but it's a little suspicious.

Second, of course he has the right to decent housing,

but we have the right to live in peace.

The right to decent housing

doesn't mean you're entitled to this particular dwelling,

there are thousands of homes for rent.

Third, I'm sure he's charming, but that's not the point

and fourth, very well, you need the rent money,

perfect, all right, okay,

what if you get a better offer?

I don't know, I was thinking that between all of us

we can help you find a tenant who will pay you more.

If we don't want crazy people we have to find a blind man

because this apartment is awful.

Sorry, I'm signing the contract in less than an hour.

Unless we rented it.

Fuck, for a little more,

we could pay him more than what Joaquin is offering him.

How much more?

No way!

Let's see, I have enough with my mortgage

I can't pay Alberto's rent.

I can't.

Not a chance, count me out.

What if we don't change the elevator?

What if we allocate the elevator money

to renting Alberto's apartment?

That would not cost us more.

But we wouldn't have an elevator.

Everything comes at a price.

What do you prefer, a new elevator or a quiet life?

But we all just voted in favor of changing the elevator.

Yes, but we did not have all this information.

Madam President,

can we reverse the vote and rephrase the question?

Well, I guess if we are all...

According to the bylaws, we may revoke an agreement

and adopt another, provided that the guarantees set out

in the bylaws are honored.

Very well, let's vote

because in this community we have always voted important issues

and this is one.

I mean, the elevator is falling apart.

Alberto, if we have to climb stairs, so be it,

but I'm not willing to live with someone like that, I'm sorry.

Me neither, there must be thousands of apartments

to live in.

Erm... I find your prejudices shameful,

but I'm not Mother Teresa so that's up to you.

If you pay me more, at least for two years,

and you agree,

-I'll rent you the apartment. -And how much more?

No, you tell me.

I gave you the idea.

I won't pay anything.

It was you, it was not my idea.

It was not my idea.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Erm...

I don't know.

If you... know these.

Erm...

I'm...

I take one every morning.

And... the reason for... for taking them...

is because...

eleven years.

Eleven...

Eleven years ago...

I was...

I was diagnosed with... paranoid schizophrenia,

But...

but that's okay.

I mean, you all... you all know me,

I've been living here over seven years, in second floor, apartment B.

Now in front of you, Lucas,

and we've never had any problems, have we?

In fact, we feel... tremendous affection for each other.

A lot.

So,

Fernando,

I don't think anything will happen if Joaquin moves across of you

and it is true that sometimes I know that I play the music a little loud,

but it's just that... well, flamenco is my passion,

but... I take this opportunity to apologize.

If I've ever bothered anyone.

Oh! Maite, it's true, I'm... I'm a smoker, yes.

Erm... But I for example always smoke on the balcony

because I don't like my house smelling of smoke

when my friends come to see me

because I have normal friends, okay, Lola?

Who by the way, the guy, the one who helped you with the sink thing

the other day when you had the problem,

that you said was nice,

he is a friend of mine, Ramon.

I don't know if Joaquin is the best neighbor we can have,

I really don't... I don't know him, I can't say,

but you don't know him either

and... you are trying to prevent him from moving in here

simply because he has a mental health issue.

And as Alberto said,

people who... who have mental illnesses

try to lead a normal, normal life.

Just like you.

I'm really sorry, Nuria, I just... I didn't know, I'm sorry.

And since when did you say that happens to you?

Eleven years ago.

Eleven years, so, when you arrived, you were already diagnosed.

-Yes. -Does Schizophrenia start with an S?

This one is still drunk from yesterday's party.

And... how did you realize this little problem of yours?

Erm...

That... little problem...

is called paranoid schizophrenia.

Erm...

But well, it was a time of a lot of stress and...

well, it was a moment of a lot of... of a lot of stress

and... and one day I exploded.

Schizophrenia is that when you have a split personality,

and you think you are someone else?

No, no, no, no, that's dissociative personality disorder.

Oh!

What did you feel? Did you have symptoms?

Erm... Yes, I mean...

Well, it's a... it's an accumulation of... of things.

To me, for example,

because I was... my hands were shaking...

Erm...

I was suddenly distressed, for no reason.

Erm...

Then I started to... forget things

and it was hard for me to concentrate...

And so I slept badly at that time I was tired, I had dizzy spells...

Did that happen all of a sudden?

Lola, for God's sake, leave her be, okay?

Nuria, I'm very sorry that you had to share this.

The neighbors have a right to know certain things.

Excuse me?

So that we know where we stand.

Yes, it's our right.

-So that we know where we stand? -Yes.

When dealing with Nuria.

You will have to treat her like any other person.

Like any other person who has a problem.

Be precise.

Don't you have any problems?

I agree with Ricardo.

Now that we know what she has,

if she has an outbreak we can help her better.

Like the day of the elevator that she started screaming...

Let's see, I got locked in and I'm claustrophobic.

This may be a consequence of that thing.

No, it has nothing to do with it.

Oh! I'm claustrophobic too.

Earlier you said that you had distress issues.

Yes, but it is not the same thing.

Jealousy, feeling you have a special mission in life,

persecution mania...

Let's see, that's... that's in extreme cases.

Oh, goodness!

Some time ago, you said

that were ringing the intercom every afternoon.

They rang my intercom every afternoon.

Yes, they were the kids at school,

-They did it to the whole neighborhood. -Remember?

Fernando called the police to report them.

Someone had to stop those hooligans.

They believe they can read or move objects with their minds.

Auditory hallucinations, delusions...

Auditory hallucinations?

Hearing voices.

Do you hear voices, Nuria?

Let's see, uh...

well... sometimes yes.

What did she say?

She hears voices.

Damn!

No, I'm sorry,

yes, if you suddenly break your leg

or you have an infection, you go to the doctor

and you're not ashamed, are you?

But when the problem is mental, then it seems...

that you've done something wrong.

Constipation, weight gain, excessive sweating.

Oh, my God! I have all the symptoms!

No, Lola, those are the side effects.

Well, that's enough, okay?

Show some respect for Nuria.

Thank you, Alberto.

Let's see,

the bottom line is that you don't have to worry about anything, okay?

I...

I have... I have my bad days, but like everybody else.

But that's it, with medication and with the right treatment,

a normal life is achieved.

See? Normal, just like Joaquin and now, please,

can you leave? I have to finish picking this up.

Well, but first we have to vote.

-Come on, I say. -Mmm.

What's wrong? Haven't you listened to Nuria?

Yes, I heard her, Alberto, loud and clear.

Yes, she's a paranoid schizophrenic.

No.

I am not... a schizophrenic.

I am suffering from paranoid schizophrenia which is not the same thing.

-Well, that's it. -No, not that!

My illness does not define me as a person.

As you wish.

In any case and by your reckoning,

your disease is under control, which makes me very happy,

but we both know that there are mental illnesses

that in serious states make your life impossible.

But what's the matter, are you a psychiatrist, Ricardo?

I lived with my mother

who suffered from severe mental illness. I know what I'm talking about.

Well, Ricardo, all the better,

if your mother suffered mental illness,

you can understand Joaquin and Nuria.

Alberto,

I know exactly what I am talking about.

Sorry, Ricardo,

but why do you think that Joaquin

has a serious mental illness?

Alberto, does Joaquin suffer from serious mental illness?

Well, I don't know, Ricardo, I haven't asked him.

Why not?

Well, out of respect, Fernando. Leave it, you wouldn't understand.

Okay, Alberto, but for example,

Has Joaquin ever missed a day of work?

Not to my knowledge.

Okay, he's either late or left early

or has had moments of absence.

He works from 9 to 2, when I arrive, he's there

as far as I know he's never left early.

-Okay. -See?

In other words, if you are concerned about

is that Joaquin has serious mental illness,

it is not the case, because if it were,

really, some days he wouldn't manage to get out of bed

no matter how much meds he's on.

Just because he didn't see it doesn't mean that it didn't happen,

we have to vote.

How can we vote for this if we don't know him?

That may be the solution.

What?

Well, meeting Joaquin.

What?

He's coming to sign the contract at 8 o'clock, right?

Well, nothing, we'll stay here with you so we can get to know him

and make an informed decision.

Please, we can't do that to him.

Why not?

We'll just say hello.

Well, say hello and get to know him a bit.

I refuse to risk the rent that I've agreed to,

Joaquin suffers from mental illness,

but he's no imbecile

and if he finds out, he won't want to rent it

and I'm sure you'll leave me hanging. I won't take any chances.

He won't realize.

As soon as he comes,

we pretend that we are finishing a neighborhood meeting,

and you can introduce us and once we see him,

we'll decide.

Oh, very good.

How do you convey your decision, with smoke signals?

Come on, man, for God's sake!

-Well, I don't know, we could... -I can touch my hair.

If yes, the hair. What if it's a no?

The face?

The face, the face...

Something clearer.

The groin.

What? What?

Let's see, let's see if I have understood correctly.

In other words, you want us all to stay here

waiting for Joaquin, to introduce him to you

and then, if you start touching your hair or your crotch,

I'll turn down the rent, is that so?

I can't believe what I'm hearing, really.

You guys are really awful.

We cannot make a decision, without knowing anything about Joaquin.

-We know he's in IT. -Well.

I'm amazed that he's in IT.

No, no, sorry, we do know.

Of course we know, we know he got a job

through a social and labor integration program, correct?

Okay. We know that he's going to rent an unsupervised apartment.

This means that he is a perfectly functional person.

And he's a good guy.

A nice guy you didn't mind leaving stranded at the drop of a hat.

That has nothing to do with it, those are personal motives.

Regardless of what I do,

I am telling you that Joaquin is a good guy.

Yes, Alberto, yes, that you would marry Joaquin,

but we'll be the ones who have to live with him

and we have a right to know

what kind of people will move into this building.

-That's right. -Live with, Ricardo?

You say that as if you were living in the same home.

But, at most, you will share the elevator

and from what I see, you wouldn't mind walking up

so, it's not an issue.

If he's as normal as you say,

he should understand our concern.

I'm sorry, concern about what?

Of what, of he killing you all slowly?

No one said that, don't put words in our mouths.

Don't you realize

how discriminatory this proposal is?

If you don't want Joaquin to move in here,

rent the apartment, there's nothing more to discuss.

I assure you, Alberto,

that there is nothing worse for an owner

than having a tenant

who is not at ease with his neighbors.

Is that a threat?

It is not a threat.

It is a reality.

The worst thing that can happen to an owner

is to have a tenant who does not pay the rent

and Joaquin gives me all the guarantees.

-Alberto, relax a bit. -I'm very relaxed, huh?

You say Joaquin works with you?

-Yes, for a little over a month. -Fine.

Did he have an interview before he started working

-to get to know him better? -Yes, I suppose so.

Well, this is the same thing and with much more reason,

don't take it personally because it's not.

But I'm not going to stay here with you waiting for Joaquin

so you can harass him with questions.

Alberto is right, we can't bring Joaquin here

and interrogate him as if he were a criminal.

No.

But, Alberto, you have to understand us.

We do not know him.

We should know something more about him

to make a decision.

I have already told you all I know about him.

You should tell us more.

I don't know.

Like, does he have a girlfriend?

-What? What? -Does he have a girlfriend?

Or boyfriend.

-Here we go. -Couldn't he have a boyfriend?

He can have the partner he wants,

as if he marries a dog, for all I care.

No, in this community, animals are prohibited,

the bylaws say so.

No dog!

What's the problem if he has a partner or lives alone?

Man, it's not the same thing.

Having a partner implies a certain stability.

-A certain maturity. -Commitment.

Ability to assume responsibilities.

Well, I don't have a partner.

Because I don't feel like it, not for lack of suitors.

-Of course. -No one has said anything.

No need to explain yourself.

But don't worry, I'm sure you'll find someone,

-you're very young. -Lola, I don't want a partner!

On second thought,

perhaps it is better not to have a partner.

Imagine that poor girl's head.

Or boy.

Drop the subject, kiddo.

Do you also want to make a revelation?

Maybe I do. Well, we are all ears.

This is your moment.

You'd love me to come out of the closet, huh, Fernandito?

If you call me Fernandito again, I'll smash your chair over your head.

Will you stop arguing? You look like two schoolboys.

What Fernando said makes sense, huh?

Imagine that her partner is a little...

A little what, Ricardo?

And I insist, what would be the problem?

The danger would be multiplied by two.

Are you stupid or do you seem so on purpose?

And if he has children, just imagine.

Really, I tell you, I mean, if you keep on talking nonsense,

I won't be responsible for my actions.

Of course, if he doesn't have a partner, it's also suspicious.

Suspicious of what?

Man, at that age...

But we don't know his age.

Didn't he say?

Oh, I thought so.

Well, how old is he?

I have no idea.

Like Maite, like Lucas, I don't know...

Erm...

Nuria's age more or less.

45...

What do you mean 45? Fuck you!

You still may get a slap in the face, Fernando!

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, but you seem so mature...

I'm 35! 35... What do I do? I'll show you my ID card if you want.

I'll show you! 35...

This one hasn't taken the pill today.

You are still too young to find someone.

Lola!

I don't want a partner, leave me alone!

Okay, okay, let's drop the age.

How does he dress?

For example.

How... how... how...?

-What difference does it make? -It sure does.

Seeing how someone dresses shows you how they think.

If one is religious, if they have a partner, or they cheat,

-which party you vote for... -Really?

What about me? Which party do I vote for?

You don't, you'd have to get out of bed.

Ah, yes, your theory is very interesting , Ricardo.

Is this how you form your judgments?

It is not a judgment, Alberto, it's a first impression.

Then we wouldn't have to decide blindly.

In a suit! Like any other employee of the company,

with jacket and tie.

Okay. And is he fat?

What's that got to do with it?

This is awesome, are you a fatphobe too?

A person's weight says a lot about his lifestyle.

-I don't agree with you there. -Yes, he has a belly, like me.

Is there a problem?

From eating or drinking beer like you?

-Beer I don't think so. -Why?

No, because if he medicates, he probably doesn't drink alcohol.

Does he have tattoos?

I don't know, Fernando, they aren't in display,

but if you want to check

in case he had a swastika in his armpit,

we ask him to raise his arm when he gets here.

If we could see it, it would really help a lot.

That would give us a first impression.

Do you have a photograph of Joaquin?

Erm... No.

Look at his WhatsApp, the profile picture.

Damn! This is unbelievable.

-No, he doesn't have a photo on WhatsApp. -Not even of a cat?

The little figure that you get by default.

Don't tell me he's not weird.

What's his name?

Fuck, this one is out of it.

Half an hour talking about Joaquin and now he asks for his name.

I meant his surnames.

Then ask what's his surname, not what's his fucking name.

I'm going to look him up.

The first sensible thing I've heard from you since I've known you.

You don't know me!

No need for that.

Joaquin Garcia.

Joaquin... Garcia.

I have more than 5000 profiles with that name.

What is his second surname?

I don't know. I'm not his mother.

Check the... the contract, it will be there.

Nuria, despite her issues,

is the sanest of the group, just wait and see.

Trujillo.

Joaquin Garcia Trujillo.

Trujillo.

Nothing. I get more than 800 profiles.

It would take over two hours to find out who he is.

What if you call him?

Ah, good idea, Maite, what a good idea.

Call him for what?

To get information and answer our questions.

To ask everything that worries us.

Over the phone is less aggressive than having him here.

Erm... Okay, okay, all right.

It's okay.

Suppose I call him.

What do I ask him?

We'd want to know what type of mental illness he suffers from,

to start with.

But how can you ask him that?

Alberto, tell him the truth,

that you have told us how you met him,

through the company's labor reinsertion program.

And that we're shaken.

Shaken, Maite?

Concerned, sorry.

No, I'm not going to ask that.

So what...? Why does his illness matter at all?

The important thing is... is that he's a good neighbor.

What makes a good neighbor?

Well, who cares?

Agreed,

don't ask him about his illness,

you're right, it can be very violent,

but what if you ask what medication he's on?

This way we'll know whether his illness is serious.

Asking him that and his illness is the same thing.

No, it's not.

It's very different.

Ah, hello, Joaquin, hey, a little something before you come,

could you tell me what medication you're on?

-Oh, please! -Not like that, Alberto, not like that,

-but if it comes naturally? -How naturally?

Naturally, Alberto,

we just need to know what medication he's taking

to make a decision, it's not that difficult!

Does he drive?

I'm asking because some medication makes you drowsy

and if it's very strong, the doctor may forbid you to drive.

Yes, yes.

Yes, he drives, he has a car.

I did not say a word.

Got it.

We need to know if he drinks alcohol or not.

You'll see,

you call and tell him: "Hey, Joaquin, I'm at the supermarket,

I've been thinking of buying something to celebrate the signing."

"Which do you prefer, wine or beer?"

If he tells you he doesn't drink,

then in an innocent and impromptu way you tell him:

"Hey, why don't you don't drink alcohol?"

Huh?

Ah, of course!

And then he'll tell me exactly

the name of his meds, right?

You just have to be smart, fuck, it's not that hard either.

Do it for your neighbors.

What if he tells you that he drinks alcohol?

Would that be good or bad?

Then, either he takes too little medication

or his medication is compatible with alcohol,

therefore his illness is mild.

Or maybe not, maybe he does not listen to his psychiatrist

and doesn't take his meds

or mixes them with alcohol, which is forbidden.

Some people don't care about that, I know that for a fact.

So, what's worse, if he drinks or is sober?

Well, look, that's it, it's over.

I call him, but after the call,

the debate is over, okay?

Really?

Damn!

What are you doing?

My battery is at 3%, I need my charger.

3%?

No, forget it, I didn't bring my charger.

Wait, I'll give you mine I have it in my bag.

Damn!

Here.

No, it doesn't work for me.

For God's sake!

It's an iPhone, isn't it?

Yes, 2% is going to turn off.

I'll go get mine.

Lucas, run, run, run, run!

Goodbye to talking to Joaquin.

Give me his number and we'll call from mine.

I won't give it to you in a million years.

And why the fuck would I want a schizophrenic's number?

-I'll delete it later, dammit. -Not a chance.

Well, give it to Nuria, let her call him.

Well, yes, I do trust Nuria, yes.

-Nuria, please. -Mmm...

-Nuria, please. I feel...

-No, because... -It's just a phone call.

-A little call. -Can't you make a call?

No, I left my phone at home.

Don't you have a phone?

-No, no, no. -I do.

I won't give you his number.

Lucas should be here by now.

-Come on, man! -It's about time.

The child...

Yes, this works for me.

Hurry, hurry.

-It's not charging. -No?

Dammit, you brought one that doesn't work.

-My charger works perfectly. -It must be the socket, it doesn't work.

There!

There.

Fuck, your house is so shitty!

The lamps, dammit.

In the end I'm going to feel sorry for Joaquin living here.

Okay.

Nobody touch the lamps,

behind the piano there's a free socket.

Okay. There!

-Yes, back there. -Push!

-Come on, pull. -Push, more.

-Push! -It's so heavy.

-Push! -I'll have a stroke.

-Oh! Okay!

-Okay, there it is. -There!

Please hurry.

Yes, this one works.

Will you let me breathe?

Huh?

Thanks.

Shh, shh! The loudspeaker.

-The loudspeaker? -Of course.

We need to hear him.

Why else would we do this?

-Oh, how exciting! -Oh, yes, I won't sleep tonight.

Like every night, if you'd let us sleep...

Shut up!

Wait, what was I supposed to ask?

-If he drank beer or wine. -Yes, I know.

I mean when he answers. How do I ask about the pills?

-Improvise, you'll think of something. -I can't improvise that.

-I'll pretend to be you. -No, no.

-Yes! -No, not a chance!

You'll screw up your phone.

Okay, I'll improvise, but get out of here!

-Damn! -But, it'll be good for nothing.

Hi, I'm Joaquin.

I can't answer right now,

please, leave a message.

Beep!

Bad luck, what can you do.

He said: "Beep".

He didn't say "beep".

He said "beep".

Watch out!

This guy has a very serious mental illness.

But no, Fernando,

that Joaquin is like that, he has a very particular humor.

Alberto, there is no one at the wheel.

No, Ricardo, that Joaquin is a very nice guy,

he loves to make jokes.

Did we laugh?

And you, Fernando, have you ever laughed in your life?

I found it funny.

Me too.

But have you heard that? Does that seem normal to you?

Here we go with what is normal and what isn't.

I find it creative.

Alberto, this is serious, huh?

What person in their right mind records "beep" on their voicemail?

-Huh? -He didn't say "beep".

He said: "Beeee!"

Yes, yes, yes, maybe it's a little weird,

but thinking that he has a serious mental illness

simply because he said "beep", it seems to me that it is you

should take a look at yourselves.

Alberto, I insist, he didn't say "beep", he said: "Beeee!"

and that changes everything.

This person is not well.

Sorry, but we have to vote on this.

Again!

Are you seriously going to reject Joaquin

simply because he said "beep"?

It's not just the "beep", Alberto, it's the voice.

What's wrong with his voice?

Didn't you hear how he said "hello, I'm Joaquin",

or "leave a message"?

I can tell in his voice that he's a tormented man.

Can we vote and get this over with this once and for all, please?

I can't believe it, I really can't.

So how do we formulate the proposal?

Whether we accept a madman as a neighbor or not.

Oh, Lucas, don't be a brute, do me a favor!

No, no, no! No, no! Sorry, very well said, Lucas, it's just that...

Is that exactly what you want to do.

And that can't be voted! Can't you see it?

Man, it doesn't sound very legal.

-“Thank you.” -Why not?

Because it is not very democratic.

More democratic than voting...

Voting is the heart of democracy.

We are not voting on that,

we are voting if we rent Alberto's apartment.

We were voting whether to change the elevator, weren't we?

If we change the elevator or if we accept Joaquin.

No, if we change the elevator, I'll rent the apartment to Joaquin.

Yes, that's it, I got confused.

We are voting

if we allocate the money we have to change the elevator

or we use it to rent Alberto's apartment.

I'll write it down so we can vote the way God intended.

-Let's follow the rules because if not... -You must know them to follow them.

Look, Ricardo, if we had changed the elevator

when you were the president of the association for 10 years,

we wouldn't be discussing this now.

The elevator has started to fail

since you were elected, like everything else.

Don't get started with that.

Okay, let's see, option one,

we change the elevator

and we don't rent Alberto's apartment.

And option two, we don't change the elevator

and we rent Alberto's apartment.

-I vote no. -Me too.

No what?

They don't want Joaquin to come!

No!

That we don't change the elevator and rent Alberto's apartment.

This is unbelievable, really!

By the way, what the fuck do we want the apartment for?

What difference does it make now?

If we're going to rent the apartment,

it would be good to know what we'll use it for.

At least.

Whatever, we'll find a use for it.

The important thing now is getting the problem out of the way.

Joaquin is not a problem, he is a person!

Yes, and he's coming soon, for God's sake.

Fine, let's vote, raise your hands

those who do not want to change the elevator

and rent Alberto's apartment because that way...

We got it, don't mess it up, Lola, it's clear.

I would like to vote by secret ballot.

What do you mean, secretly?

It's his right.

It's my right to know what you think.

The vote of one shouldn't condition the rest.

Maybe Lola will raise her hand

because Fernando has lifted his before

and that influences her.

If it's secret, no one conditions anyone.

I won't vote the same as Fernando.

Let's raise our hands at the same time.

As always, on the count of three.

On the count of three?

On the count of three, we raise our hands.

Or not.

Seriously?

So if you vote no, you don't raise your hand.

-That's true. -Well, let's do a rehearsal.

-Come on. -Come on.

One,

-Two. -One second, one second.

On the count of three, so, on three we raise our hands?

-It's not clear. -On the count of three!

Let's go.

One, two...

-Wait, wait, wait.

I'm thinking that, if we do a rehearsal,

we will already know our votes and we'd condition ourselves.

-It makes no sense. -Well, that's enough!

The brat doesn't take anything seriously, we can't count on him.

Your vote is null and void, let the rest of us vote.

Fernando, Lucas is of legal age and can vote.

This? This will never come of age.

I'm 21!

So, is a 21-year-old kid

what this community needs?

Maybe not, but I'm an owner just like you,

so you'd better shut up, big mouth.

You are the owner

because your daddy bought you your apartment.

Erm... this is getting a bit out of hand.

When I was your age I was already working in a cab

and at 25 I bought my license.

At my age, I've already decided that I'll never drive a cab

and at 25 I plan to retire.

Retire? From doing what?

Selling weed?

What's wrong?

Want some?

This week I have a great sale.

Whether you like it or not, Lucas' vote is worth as much as ours.

No, dammit!

My vote isn't worth the same as an irresponsible child!

If this is democracy, then don't count me in.

So, "long live democracy" as long as it's convenient,

but when you don't like something, "screw democracy".

Sounds Fascist.

-Lucas. -What?

I may be a Fascist,

but look who's talking, here,

daddy's boy

who has no fucking idea about life,

who has been handed everything on a silver spoon

and now he thinks that he can

-bust our balls. -You're getting upset, grandpa.

You have not been given a good slap in time.

Will you hit me now?

Well, let's calm down, huh?

Why don't we vote if the Fascist is still in the association?

Stop calling him a Fascist!

Don't worry, I don't mind that this kid calls me a Fascist.

Really, Fernando?

Of course because if for this stoner

being a Fascist is synonymous of sacrifice, discipline,

respect for traditions and love of country,

then, yes, I'm the biggest Fascist being on the planet and very proud of that!

You forgot: homophobic, old fart, ultraconservative, racist, sexist.

I can't forget if I'm surrounded by homosexuals,

pacifists, vegans who keep fucking...

Okay, Fernando, that's enough.

We can't talk to each other like that at a meeting.

It pisses you that I'm no sourpuss like you.

What really pisses me off is that after 40 years of hard work,

working 16 hours a day with hardly any time off,

here comes a posh kid who touches his balls with two hands

and took away the apartment I had for my son

and all because his rich daddy didn't mind paying a lot more

just to get rid of you!

What the fuck do you know, asshole?

You're going too far, let the kid be.

He's 21 years old.

Let's see, I can defend myself.

Let's calm down a little bit, huh?

I'm very calm, Alberto,

I only argue that the vote of a responsible adult

cannot be worth the same as that of a young boy

who spends all day touching himself and smoking marijuana.

But don't you see that he is laughing at our faces?

Oh, if you had had a proper father...

I'm not smoking marijuana all day long!

I'm studying for a university degree!

You're completely full of hate!

Want to talk about my father?

What about your child?

Why don't we talk about why your son doesn't want to see you?

What the hell are you talking about?

I know and the whole building does too!

The only way you work your cab is going whorehouse to whorehouse

leaving your wife at home like a poor wronged wife

thinking that nobody knows, but we all know!

You guys don't know shit!

Fernando, that's why your son doesn't even want to see you,

he can't bear to look at his whore-mongering father in the face.

Lucas.

If you name my son again, I'll bust your head in!

Fernando, please.

I can't talk about your son, but you can talk about my father.

Fine.

Why don't we talk about the grandchildren they won't let you visit?

-Motherfucker! -Hey, hey, hey!

Get off, let me go!

I'm going to bust you! Are you mad?

-Brat! -Huh?

-What happened? -I don't get it!

You're a grown man!

It's okay for Lucas to lose his temper, he's a kid, but you...

There are red lines that cannot be crossed!

-Okay, that's it, calm down. -And you can cross them.

It's not his fault that he has that father.

You don't know shit about my father!

Stop it, Lucas, stop it!

You can't talk like that, man!

And you, Fernando, please, you can't act like that,

He's only 21.

How could you use violence?

What are you doing? Insulting him and with such violence?

Nothing! You're losing your manners!

You can't go around calling him a stoner!

Have you ever thought

that this is simply a wake-up call to his father?

-Here we go again! -It's typical in a broken relationship:

children don't challenge you, they demand affection

and if you don't give it to them, you lose them.

You'd better drop the subject.

That your father doesn't love you and kicks you out is awful.

Not everyone knows how to parent.

Of course I do, Maite, but I don't think you're one

to hand out advice on this.

Erm, no. Why not? I have a teenage daughter.

-I know a thing or two. -Sure.

Since the your relationship is so great...

Better than yours and your son's or Lucas and his father.

Yes, of course, the shouting is supporting and understanding.

-Don't screw me! -We argue,

but that's normal when you have a teenage daughter.

I'd yell at her too for looking like that.

Sorry, who asked you?

I'm on your side, but those skirts she wears.

What are you talking about? My daughter's skirts are down to here.

At your house perhaps, dear.

Don't you her photos on Instagram?

Normal for a girl her age.

Maite, please.

I know exactly what she posts on her account, huh?

Well, maybe she has two accounts.

Why would she have two accounts?

What do you think?

Will you tell me, please, what you want to do with the apartment?

Yes, please, let's vote now, let's vote.

Maybe, Maite,

your relationship with your daughter is not as ideal as you think.

Look, Fernando, what is clear to me

is that I am not going to crush her for her mistakes,

we'll sit down and talk about it,

I respect her freedom, she is all grown.

You'd think differently if you saw the videos she posts.

Which videos?

Well, about the second account.

Don't be fooled,

what your daughter does is artistic and modern.

She has an incredible sensitivity and a brutal talent.

What she does is very special.

Wow!

Thank you very much, Lucas, that was very nice.

Have you heard, Fernando?

Youth has a lot to teach us.

You should learn a little more about Lucas

instead of criticizing him.

Sure, sure, Maite,

I'm sure Lucas has a lot of things to teach your daughter.

What are you hinting at?

Lola.

Erm...

Well, that they are young, they see each other, they're dating...

Who is dating whom?

Are you dating my daughter?

Dating?

No.

Sure.

Erm...

Let's see, we've kissed a couple of times, that's all.

You've made out with my daughter, little shit?

You're of legal age and my daughter is only 17.

Almost 18.

But she's 17 and underage, I'm going to report you!

-Maite, calm down. -Calm down my ass!

If you touch my daughter again, I'll call the police, pedophile!

Please calm down, you look like the schizophrenic one.

-If they love each other, it's fine. -What did you say?

I don't love her.

Don't you respect her freedom? Isn't she really grown?

She can be with whomever she wants.

We're not together!

You have nothing to be ashamed of.

-You're a great guy. -What's the loon saying? Shut up!

-What? -Maite, relax.

Look, I may be crazy, yes, but you're a fake shit!

-Your mother is a fake! -Maite, please!

But she's defending the rapist!

I didn't touch her, don't fuck with me, we just kissed!

What sort of kisses!

Kisses, Maite, passionate kisses, with tongue and all!

But are you stupid or are you having an outbreak?

Maite, enough! okay?

Watch your tone with your future son-in-law.

You may soon become a grandmother!

Take your fucking pills, you fucking bitch,

and you, if you come near my daughter, I'll rip your dick off!

Got it?

-Tell me you heard me? -As if she didn't exist.

Who do you think you are, to forbid this relationship?

I'm her mother and I do what I want to do! Got it?

-That's enough. -Maite has every right

to keep her daughter away from that stoner.

Oh!

Did you give my daughter weed?

-Dammit...! -Hey, hey, hey!

Please, okay!

Please!

-Hey, please stop it! -You bastard!

-Stop it! For God's sake!

He has given her joints!

What's wrong with you?

Are you all going crazy or what?

Please, Alberto, speak properly, we don't say "crazy",

but mentally ill.

-The fool of the class! -Watch your stress, Nuria.

She's suffering from a disease.

Stop being disrespectful!

Do you think you're superior to others?

-I don't get it. -You sure do!

Didn't she say she suffers from a mental illness?

If where there is no brain, you can't ask for more!

-Stop playing dumb. -I have not set a tone.

-No? -Well, Nuria.

-Look, let me be! -Lola's going too far,

she seems to have no life, always spreading shit!

That's what you're taking from your daughter, her life!

Do you know they call you the invisible one?

They call you the invisible one because you have no life,

that's why you're always here

sticking your noses in everyone else's business!

-That's enough! -An invisible woman!

That's what you are, invisible!

That's right, Maite,

I am invisible.

You said it perfectly

and I'm invisible not only to you,

you're only interested in me

when you need something from the association,

I am invisible

because nobody cares about me.

My husband died,

my children left, normal,

such is life.

I don't blame them.

Yes, you said it right.

I have no life.

I'm alone.

And being alone at my age, Maite, believe it,

is not easy.

Not receiving a call, a message, a... "how are you, Lola?"

And to avoid jumping out the window every morning,

I'm interested in people's lives,

but don't spit upwards, my dear.

Maybe in a few years,

you'll be the same.

-Joaquin, how are you? -Speaker!

-Yes, I called you a while ago. -Wine or beer?

What meds is he on?

-Ask him. -To ask you...

Ask if he has a girlfriend!

Excuse me, to ask...

if... if you were going to come by car so I can open the garage for you.

Ah, you are walking, very good.

Are you nearby?

Five minutes.

Very good.

Yes, I'll be waiting for you.

See you soon.

The show is over.

Everyone goes home.

Why didn't you put the loudspeaker?

Why didn't you ask what we talked about?

Get the fuck out of my house!

We haven't decided yet, Alberto.

Things are either done right to the end or not at all.

Very good,

let's get this over with once and for all.

You don't want Joaquin to come, do you? Perfect.

I'll rent the apartment to you,

but for 500 euros more than Joaquin.

You don't want Joaquin.

Fine, pay me 1800 euros a month for two years and that's it.

Why are you charging us 500 euros more?

It is the law of supply and demand, Fernando.

You don't you want Joaquin? Fine, perfect.

Then pay me more.

The law of supply and demand?

Aren't you ashamed? 500 euros?

And hurry up, because you have already wasted a lot of time.

-And you said so openly. -How are we going to pay for that?

-Aren't you ashamed? -I disagree.

Why should I pay, for a fucking apartment that I don't need?

You said 500 euros more...

-All right! -Incredible.

It's okay!

1800 euros per month for two years.

No, man, no! that is armed robbery!

We can't afford that, no.

Of course we can.

Well, you can, I can't.

Why do you think he said 1800 euros?

He doesn't want to rent it to us.

Of course he does, or he would have set a higher price.

Does 1800 euros seem low to you?

Alberto, as a good accountant

has done its accounts perfectly so that we can pay.

Oh, coincidence,

that the budget for the new elevator

43,200 euros

that divided by 24 months, that is, the two years,

it comes down to 1800 euros per month, just the price you are asking for.

Of course you want to rent us the apartment.

This is abusive.

If that is what you have proposed.

What if we don't change the elevator,

and we spend the money on the rent?

But do not allocate all the money

for this apartment that's falling apart.

You know my conditions, you decide.

You have three minutes left.

You are a soulless thief.

Who? Me?

No.

You're the thieves.

You are the ones who want to take this apartment from Joaquin

because of your prejudices.

We're the thieves?

Look, dear, it cost me a lot to buy my house

and I did in this block, among many other things,

because of the neighborhood's safety for my daughter.

The only thing we are doing is looking out for our safety.

Perfect, Maite, do you want safety?

So you know, pay what I ask

and keep your disgusting safety.

Everything comes at a price, right?

Here is Alberto.

The hero of lost causes.

The noble and just gentleman

willing to defend the weakest,

However, as soon as money gets in the way,

there are no more causes to defend.

Money, money, money.

That's all you care about, the money!

Yes, Ricardo,

I need the fucking money because I can't make ends meet!

Is it that hard to understand?

I don't want to rent the apartment to Joaquin for my noble heart

or to you to treat myself,

but because I need the money!

With my salary, I can't afford living!

Before, I had two salaries at home,

but now only comes in.

Yes.

My wife has gone with someone else.

And the judge decided

that I have to pay an impossible child support

so that she can live like a queen

in an apartment where she's living with him and my kids.

And I can't take it anymore, I'm... drowning and...

and that's why I had to rent

a shitty 30-square-meters apartment

on the outskirts of Madrid. I have no other choice!

I don't want to stay here for a long time arguing about rent.

But I need the money.

Renting this apartment is the only option I have to get ahead.

Why don't you stay to live here?

You wanted to meet Joaquin.

All right, so you see him for a second and leave, okay?

Joaquin, yes, I'll open up.

Did it open?

No?

Did it open?

Not yet?

Now?

No? Ah, wait, I think you have to move the knob a little bit.

Yes, until it clicks.

Did it click?

Okay, perfect.

Really?

Act natural, please.

Let's go!

Listen carefully,

you are going to meet Joaquin, see him for five minutes,

ask him whatever you want, respectfully,

and go off to make a decision, I don't care where,

to Lola or Fernando's house, the lobby or the bar.

But text me when you've made a decision.

Is it clear? You vote with your hands, with your feet, in secret,

I don't care at all.

If you want to rent the apartment with the conditions that I said,

you, Lola, as president, send me a message

-with your decision. -Very good.

-Is that clear? Aha!

Come on, sit down, come on, as if we were normal.

-Joaquin. -Hello, Alberto.

-What's up? -Well.

Hey, do I catch you right?

Yes, nothing, we were just finishing a community meeting.

-Come. -I can wait downstairs.

No, don't worry, I can introduce you to the neighbors.

-Come in. -Alberto...

Neighbors, look, this is Joaquin.

-Hello, Joaquin. -Hello. How are you? How are you?

Hello. How are you doing?

But come in, Joaquin, don't just stand there.

No, I just came to talk to Alberto for a moment,

-I don't want to disturb. -It's no trouble.

Sit down, make yourself comfortable.

We were just finishing up a little debate, nothing to hide,

we only have to vote.

Please, sit down, sit down.

Erm... Yes.

Well, I've never been

at a community meeting.

What are you voting on, may I ask?

Erm...

We were dealing with an elevator issue.

Oh!

Well, the elevator and a few other things.

Yes, all very boring things that are not worth it...

Right?

Maybe Joaquin can help us, right?

Erm... No, Lola, we won't bore Joaquin with our meeting.

It's no bother, really,

while we're at it, if I can help you...

We were deciding whether to change the elevator

-or if... -We must change it.

Because you must have noticed,

Joaquin, that the elevator is very old

and that it is an absolute necessity to have a new one.

The truth is that I have gone up the stairs, I haven't seen it.

Why didn't you take the elevator?

Well, because I go every day to the gym

to climb a step 500 times,

I'm not going to slack out on climbing 136 steps.

Have you counted them?

Are you one of those counting the steps?

Well, yes, it's simple, fourth floor, two flights of stairs per floor,

17 steps per flight, 136.

Indeed.

But well, I believe that the decision to change it or not

will depend on the cost of the new elevator, won't it?

Erm...

Imagine if money were not a problem.

Oh! That you have the money?

So go ahead, what's the problem?

-See?

Joaquin is in favor of changing the elevator.

Sure, if you have the money, why not?

Indeed.

By the way, Alberto, I brought some sweets for a snack.

Oh!

I didn't know that there would be a crowd.

If you bring some small plates to hand out...

Yes, yes, yes, of course.

Alberto, won't you offer Joaquin anything to drink?

No, I'm fine, really.

Something to go with the sweets.

A little wine perhaps?

No, no, I don't want to bother, I just came to talk to Alberto.

I don't want to be a bother.

Besides, a sweet wine is very bad for me.

-Maybe a beer? -No, worse, worse.

If I have a beer, I fall asleep.

Neither wine nor beer.

-Don't you drink alcohol, Joaquin? -Yes, yes, yes.

I drink liqueur every day after eating.

Hey, Joaquin,

sorry for the question, but...

Do you have children?

No, actually, no, I don't... I don't have children, but I also don't...

What is happening?

Haven't you heard? I thought I heard something.

-Something like... a voice? -Ricardo, please.

No, the intercom, haven't you heard it?

No, no, I have not heard anything. Have you heard anything?

-No. -No.

And you, Nuria?

Damn, this is unbelievable.

It must have been something else.

I was telling your that I have no family,

I have no children.

Hey, Joaquin, and excuse me, such a big house all by yourself,

I assume you're moving in with your partner.

I wish, but no, I don't have a partner.

For now, I'm in the market.

-Do you know each other? -Who?

You and Nuria.

-No. -No.

-We don't know each other. -No.

Maybe you have coincided at a flamenco concert

-and you don't remember. -No, no, no, no, no.

No, no.

Come closer, Nuria, let Joaquin see you.

Lola, we have never met before.

No, no, if I had seen it, I'm sure I'd remember.

I'm good with faces.

Plus, I don't like flamenco.

Erm, no.

-And what music do you like? -Rock.

-Rock? -Yes.

And at what volume?

Well, here are the plates.

Alberto, wasn't there a bigger knife?

Erm... Well, it's the only one I had clean.

-Let me go, don't bother. -No, if I don't mind.

-No, let me. -Okay.

Erm...

You want them all.

-And you too. -Yes.

What happened?

-But what's wrong with you? -Put down that knife right now.

But don't worry, don't worry, I was only going to cut this.

Did you think I was going to attack you?

That it is a joke.

You never know.

People are so foolish.

You are right, yes.

People are very foolish.

Have you told them anything about me?

Erm... Yes, of course, I told them that we are co-workers.

Yeah, but...

Have you told them about that?

Erm... You will see, Joaquin,

I told them that I had rented the apartment,

I've been asked about you and...

I have told them...

He has told us that you have a mental health issue.

-Nuria. -Don't "Nuria" me!

It's all right, Alberto, it's okay, I have nothing to hide.

Joaquin has the right to know what is going on here

-I'm done with this circus! -That I have the right to know what?

Well, the truth, Joaquin, the truth.

Nuria, please.

No, Nuria is absolutely right!

No, he is not right, Joaquin has no right,

is not an owner.

The bylaws are very clear in this regard.

Well, that's enough, you should go.

No, no, no.

Sorry, Alberto, we haven't finished yet.

-We still have to vote, don't we? -Nuria, please.

Man! Didn't you want to vote, vote, and vote?

-It's what you always wanted. -Nuria, I have made it very clear.

So let's vote,

but we're going to vote with Joaquin here!

Nuria, I am asking you please.

Stop it!

Raise your filthy hands up, looking him in the face!

Nuria, you seem to be getting a little upset.

Yes, you're overdoing it.

I'm getting upset because you are upsetting me!

Careful, Nuria, watch your stress, you can become unbalanced.

I'm unbalanced by the things you say!

Nuria, sit down for a while.

Let's vote!

What?

What's wrong?

You don't want to vote anymore.

With Joaquin here, you no longer want to vote.

You're so brave!

I don't want to bother,

I just came to talk for a moment with Alberto and I'm leaving...

No, no, Joaquin.

Do you know why they don't want to vote now?

-I'll tell you. -The bylaws do not allow it.

Shove the bylaws up your ass, Ricardo!

They don't want to vote now...

because they're deciding to take Alberto's apartment away from you.

That's right.

They don't want you here.

Do you know why?

Because you're a nut,

a loon, a demented madman.

Well, what do I say a madman, worse, you're a potential murderer,

you are a child molester,

you are a disturber of the night silence,

an arsonist, a problem!

That's what you are to these people, a problem!

That's what you are and that's what I am!

Right?

Because I'm like you.

I also suffer from a mental illness.

And I've been trying for an hour to be understood,

but they won't listen to me,

they only want to rent Alberto's apartment

with the money we have to change the elevator

to prevent you from moving in here!

That's what they were going to vote,

this lady,

this character, the professor, and the president!

-Me? -Yes, you!

The invisible one as that fake calls you!

I never wanted to rent Alberto's apartment,

I always wanted Joaquin to come.

-Excuse me? -But, please, Lola.

If you have been saying this about Joaquin.

-No one has said such things. -You said it and you think it!

How could you know, with your only healthy neuron,

-what I think or don't think? -You are fakes!

-Why don't you talk now? -Don't point your finger at me.

What if we have said so? We are in a free country!

-I didn't say that! -Yes!

-No! -You said it!

-I didn't say it! -You said it!

-I didn't! -Let it go, Lucas, women are like that.

-Excuse me? -Quiet!

-It's a figure of speech. -Fuck it! Explain.

What do you have against women?

I have nothing against women,

you say one thing and two minutes later, the opposite.

If we do that it's because we think things through

and we aren't afraid to change our minds,

not like men, who seem that correcting things

-makes your balls shrivel up. -Cut it out!

Men don't do anything right, everything we do seems wrong to you.

-Stop it! -You have a problem.

No, I don't have any problem with men.

Of course you have problems.

You push everyone away, including your daughter's father,

you can't stand men.

You crush all men, you're emotionally blocked.

Will you shut up at once!

-You are an emotion-phobe! -Emotional-phobe?

I expected an insult a little more up to par

from someone as intelligent and cultured as you, Ricardo,

but I see you can't and do you know why?

Because you are an intellectual shit

who thinks he's somebody because he edited a book!

Please, all day long talking in such a haughty way,

you talk the way you write, stop talking like that, pompous man,

you're a simple schoolteacher,

that the only important position you've ever held...

Shut up!

...has been to be the president of this community,

that's why you're pissed off that Lola, an uneducated woman,

-is better than you! -She'll never be better.

You have problems with women!

Know why? You think we all are like your crazy mother!

Don't you talk about my mother!

Don't mess with his mother!

He can mess with Joaquin and we can't mess with his mother.

-Don't talk about mom! -You are afraid of madness!

-I'm not afraid! -Yes.

You are all afraid of Joaquin!

I'm not afraid of Joaquin or anyone else!

You've been saying that he was dangerous!

-I didn't say that! -You sure did!

Don't talk to me!

I talk to whomever I damn please!

That's enough, get out of my house!

Get the fuck out of my house, dammit!

Will you shut the fuck up!

Joaquin, come.

Joaquin, look, really, I'm really sorry about all this,

I really am, but it's my fault, I don't know what got into me.

But I have been offered more money

and you know what my personal situation with my ex-wife is like.

But don't worry, you don't worry I'll rent the apartment to you.

Give me five minutes

to kick out these disgusting people.

Wait downstairs and I'll call you, you don't have to put up with this.

You see, Alberto, look,

the truth is that I just wanted to tell you

and I came to tell you that...

I didn't want to tell you over the phone,

I wanted to tell you that... I'm not renting your apartment.

I swear it's not because of all this that I just heard

which could be, but is not.

I've been offered a cheaper apartment

closer to my parents, and it's better,

I came here to tell you in person and apologize.

That's why I brought pastries.

And, as for the advance payment, I don't need it back.

If you return it, all the better.

Erm... Yes, yes, of course, don't worry, it's all right.

I get it.

Well, we'll talk about it in the office.

Yes.

Maite, let's see, and if I had done it, what would happen?

Put down that finger!

Yes! Is it a pistol now? Pim, pam, pum!

I don't feel like it!

And Joaquin?

Is he gone?

I told him to wait downstairs,

I won't tolerate voting in front of him.

You wanted to meet Joaquin, very well, you met him.

This apartment will be rented today! Who does it is up to you.

It is inhuman what you are doing.

It's democracy, Nuria!

And now, please, let us proceed to the vote.

Let's vote.

Yes, please.

I can't believe it.

Let's get this over with.

We first have to revoke the previous agreement.

Yes, it would be enough to ask the question

in such a way as to include explicitly

the revocation of the previous agreement.

All right, then...

we proceed with the revocation of the previous agreement

and likewise, we proceed to the vote

to rent or not

Alberto's apartment as the neighbors' association

for a duration of two years

and a rent of 1800 euros per month.

Votes in favor?

Lola, please.

-Please, please.

Damn!

I knew it, I knew it.

The majority has spoken.

We hereby approve the rental of Alberto's apartment.

Does anyone want to add anything else to the order of the day?

It's amazing!

What a bunch of bastards!

You think that you're mentally sane

because you don't wear a scarlet letter

like Joaquin and me who are diagnosed!

Well, you've really got it!

Psychiatry hasn't come up with a name,

but when they do, I swear to you they will lock you all up!

Prepare your ears,

tonight I'm gonna throw a party I'll fucking raise the volume,

and your daughter is coming!

And so will I.

Well, congratulations to all, we have an apartment.

Democracy is not a bad thing.

A very expensive apartment, but anyway, it's better this way.

I'm sorry to hear about your ex-wife, but this price is a steal.

Security was never cheap, Maite.

I feel sorry for Joaquin, he seems like a nice guy.

Yes, especially when he's holding a knife.

136 steps.

We really dodged a bullet.