Original subtitles

(plastic stretching)

(sighs)

(plastic rubbing)

(plastic stretching)

(plastic stretching)

(plastic stretching, timed with walk)

(plastic stretching)

(projector running)

(fire burning)

(plastic stretching)

(fire grows louder)

(electrical sounds)

(door closes)

(plastic rubbing)

(plastic stretching)

(plastic stretching)

♪ If I go with you ♪

♪ Go with you don't mind ♪

♪ I don't wanna do wrong ♪

♪ But it feels so right ♪

♪ If I go with you ♪

♪ Go with you don't mind ♪

♪ I don't wanna do wrong ♪

♪ But it feels so right ♪

♪ If I go with you ♪

♪ Go with you don't mind ♪

♪ I don't wanna do wrong ♪

♪ But it feels so right ♪

♪ If I go with you ♪

♪ Go with you don't mind ♪

♪ I don't wanna do wrong ♪

♪ But it feels so right ♪

♪ If I go with you ♪

♪ Go with you don't mind ♪

♪ I don't wanna do wrong ♪

♪ But it feels so right ♪

♪ If I go with you ♪

♪ Go with you don't mind ♪

♪ And when she does the rock and roll ♪

♪ It takes your breath away ♪

♪ Well she's mine ♪

♪ Yeah she's mine ♪

♪ Well I love that little girl ♪

♪ 'Cause she's so fine ♪

♪ Well Miss Lindy ♪

♪ My Miss Lindy ♪

♪ Well I love that little girl ♪

♪ With the bright red hair ♪

(slurping)

(air rushing)

(plastic rubbing)

I always took us for granted 'til this happened.

You and me being together.

It just had to be.

(romantic music swells)

(music stops)

(plastic rubbing)

(TV static)

(air raid siren)

(fire burning)

(bomb falling)

(plastic stretching)

(explosion)

(distant explosions)

(large distant explosion)

(gunfire)

(explosion)

(loud explosion)

(distant explosion)

(explosions and gunfire)

(explosion)

(distant gunfire)

(distant warfare continues)

(distant warfare stops)

(keys jingling)

(locks door)

(fireplace crackles)

(door closes)

(plastic stretching)

(eerie music)

♪ I have an open wound ♪

♪ On a body that is not mine ♪

(calm silence)

(footsteps)

(door closes)

This is what I wanted to see.

"Floating on Love". Isn't it lovely?

It's really beautiful.

The thing is, I think it's a bit...

idealistic.

Why idealistic?

I love it, eh?

The composition, the lines,

the colours...

It's the content that doesn't convince me,

the "floating on love" thing.

Well, it's a metaphor.

Right.

Love as something that frees us from burdens,

from the mundane.

True love.

Well, for me the concept of true love,

I don't know, it's a bit complicated, isn't it?

I don't think so.

I don't know. I look at it and it's clear.

I know what it's saying to me.

You don't see it.

Yes. I mean, I get what you're saying,

-but it's not like that for me. -What isn't?

Relationships, life.

Everything ends, nothing lasts forever.

Well, I think love does.

You said it yourself, relationships end,

but not love...

if it's true.

Maybe to feel the sensation of true love,

you have to have experienced it, otherwise it's impossible.

What do you mean?

When you see something you've felt, it gets to you.

But if it's totally foreign to you, however much you try...

You're saying that if this painting doesn't get to me like it does to you,

it's because I've never floated on love?

Something like that.

- And you have? - Yes, I have.

And with how many people can you float on love?

Because if the love that makes you float is true...

- How many true loves are there? - Forget it.

No, really, think about it. Can't you see it's a mistake?

- What? Love? - No, this idea of romantic love,

what you call "true". It's a lie.

Oh, it's a lie. Okay, great.

- It's a fairy tale, it doesn't exist. - I didn't say anything about fairy tales.

There's no need.

You're talking about a single love for your whole life,

the Prince Charming idea.

Imagine if he never turns up.

Or he does and you don't recognize him.

- You're talking crap. - No, I'm not talking crap.

I'm saying that this idea of true love is a story.

- Well, it's a story to you. - For me and for anyone

-with half a brain! - What are you on about?

Unless you lower your voices, I'll have to ask you to leave the room.

Sorry, sorry.

You really can't see it?

Yes, I see it... differently to you.

That doesn't mean I don't see it.

Yes, it means you don't see it.

There are many ways to love.

And they're all fine, or not. It depends.

(birds chirping)

(dog barking)

Hey, wait.

-Now what? -What?

-What do we do now? -If you want, we can go to my place.

What do you and I do, with our thing?

Nothing's happened.

We just have different ideas, and that's that.

Different ideas about something important.

This affects us.

Sure, but we don't have to think the same about everything.

- About this we do. - What?

This! If love exists or not.

- Otherwise, what are we doing? - We're doing fine.

- Now. - What?

Now, to spend some time.

If you want to look at it like that, I don't know.

So true love doesn't exist.

Only one exists and it's over forever.

I don't know,

it doesn't encourage you to plan anything serious.

That's how I think and I'd rather tell you than pretend to be...

- I don't know. - Like me?

Like someone else.

I don't know, maybe we made a mistake.

- About love? - About us.

- It's a painting! - No, it's not just a painting.

- Yes, it's a concept and that's that! - No, it's us, Lucía!

Let's forget it. This makes no sense.

Come on, let's go.

Come on!

(birds chirping)

(sighs)

And have you thought...

about being with someone else in all this time?

No.

- Me neither. - Because you're fine.

Right?

- Yes. - Me too.

Now I only think about being with you. And...

if that changed at any time, I'd tell you

and that's that.

Well, thanks. I guess.

Look, you believe in the idea of Prince Charming, right?

And who cares? Who cares? We're doing fine.

It makes no sense.

- What? - This.

- Us? - Everything.

- I don't know, I was excited. - I am excited.

I even, at some point,

start floating and everything.

- This is serious. - Just imagine,

my neck starting to stretch like in the painting.

You're an idiot.

It's pretty, this place.

Yes, I like it a lot.

(classical piano music)

(ambulance siren)

I don’t want to be induced.

Eva... Wait.

I don’t want to be induced! Pause that thing. Get in. Get in!

Come on.

You wanted to talk. I’m listening.

No. Not here. I need to think. Give.

No.

Ok. But I’m driving.

(phone rings)

(ringing stops)

Are you going to explain?

I’m cold.

Here.

(shivers)

Its itchy.

- You gave it to me. - Well it’s itchy.

- What now? - It stinks of sweat.

I came from rehearsals. I had no time to change.

You always have excuses.

It makes me sick.

(phone rings)

Fuck. He never stops, does he.

(ringing stops)

- Gregory! - What?

Gregory.

Like in the Gregory affair? No thank you.

(trains screeching)

(sighs)

I’m hungry.

- I’m hungry! - I heard you.

- What do you want? - Something savory.

And chocolate rocks!

You have 1 new message.

Mrs Benyamin. I assume you are with Eva.

She is now more than three days overdue.

I know your wife doesn’t want to induce the pregnancy.

I know she thinks she’s not ready.

And as she requested, we’ve waited...

but at this stage, waiting longer,

and in her current state, it would put her and the baby at risk.

Shut up.

Deleted. You have no new messages.

Look what I found.

Ah...

- Everyone’s talking about the movie. - Thanks, I can read.

The photos are quite good.

- Shall I read you the article? - I’d rather not.

You know the sequel is already scheduled.

It will be in Mauritius.

Great...

(tapping on window)

Yes?

You should check the tire pressure on the back wheels.

- I’d say it’s too low. - Is it?

How about you shut up. Piss off! Assehole.

- Come on, drive. - I’m going. Calm down.

You should check the pressure on the tires... Asshole.

- And you find that funny? - Not at all. Not at all.

Emile. It’s pretty: Emile.

Like Emile Louis?

Oh I know: Why not Guy? Or Georges?

- Pick it up. - Oh chill, your car is a dump.

Pick it up.

Where are the chocolate rocks?

- You said savory. - Yes, and chocolate rocks!

No, wait. You missed the exit.

No no no. I want to go home.

Hey! I want to go home. I’m not going back. I want to go home, dammit.

You have no new messages.

What did the message say?

- Hey! What did it say? - I didn’t listen to it.

Jesus...

We said: "on my terms". What were my terms?

You sound like your mother.

Please. Not you too!

We’re taking a risk if you don’t do it.

"We"?

Eyes on the road.

I want to smoke. Pass me a cigarette.

I stopped when you did. It was one of your conditions, remember?

Don’t take me for a fool.

Your jumper, your car and even you all stink of cigarette! Give me one.

(gags)

Are you happy?

- Will you let him out? - Very funny.

Why are we arguing? What are you afraid of? You’re ready.

I know I’m ready.

You’re the one who’s not ready, Soraya.

- What?

You’re the one who’s not ready. We said:

"on my terms". You’re never around.

- Eva... - You’re never around!

First sonogram: rehearsals. Second sonogram: filming.

Third sonogram: film promotion. You know he’s coming, don’t you?!?

He’s coming! And you’re never around!

- Listen... - Don’t bother.

Do you love me?

I need you.

I need you.

I’m not doing this alone.

I’m not doing this alone.

Say something.

Argh!

Eva? Honey, are you ok?!?

Speak to me! What’s going on? Speak to me! Dammit.

Everything will be ok, honey. Give me your hand.

It’ll be ok. It’ll be ok.

(groans)

It’ll be ok. It’ll be ok.

I’m here. I’m here.

- Smile... - What?

What?

Smile!

I can’t believe it. What?

Are you messing with me?

Jesus! You scared me! Oh God.

- You idiot. - See, I can be an actress too.

Yeah right. You’re ridiculous.

- Are you ok? - You think I’ll get an Oscar for that?

You’re absolutely crazy. You’re absolutely crazy!

That was brilliant. Your face!

Come on. Breath. Calm down.

- Are you ok? - Yes.

Michel?

Michel Fourniret...

Who?

Michel...

Why not.

(birds chirping)

THE TIME OF A NIGHT

(slow synth pop)

(general chatter)

♪ Outside, you don't know why ♪

♪ Tell each other in the middle of the night ♪

♪ Talk about it like you really want to know ♪

♪ What she running around for? ♪

♪ Rat-tat the door unlatch ♪

♪ Someone here to take you back ♪

♪ Outside in the middle of the street ♪

♪ Are you getting what you need? ♪

♪ Thoughts of you running through my mind ♪

♪ Open door but it doesn't feel right ♪

♪ You look at me as if you know what it's like ♪

♪ In the shadow of the streetlight ♪

♪ Now I know I can't go back ♪

♪ You're with her and she doesn't... ♪

Just getting this...

And this too?

Sure.

I'm Camille.

Nora's best friend.

She invited me.

Samuel.

Nice to meet you.

She never told me about you.

I photographed her for one of my first projects.

We kept in touch.

There you go.

I haven't heard from her for months.

Did something happen?

♪ When I'm not sleeping ♪

♪ The night drags on ♪

♪ The night won't seem to end ♪

♪ And I wait ♪

♪ for something to come ♪

♪ But I don't know who I don't know what ♪

♪ I want to love ♪

♪ I want to live ♪

♪ Despite the emptiness ♪

♪ of all this time passed ♪

♪ Of all this wasted time ♪

♪ And, of all this lost time ♪

♪ To think that there are so many beings on the earth ♪

♪ Who like me tonight are alone ♪

♪ It's sad to the point of death ♪

♪ What a senseless world ♪

♪ I would like to sleep ♪

♪ and not think anymore ♪

♪ I light a cigarette ♪

♪ I have dark ideas in my mind ♪

♪ And the night seems so long, so long ♪

Camille.

Here, please.

Here you go.

Cheers! Cheers!

To you, Nora.

Cheers. I'm glad you're here.

Why do you think she didn't introduce us earlier?

I don't know... She's keeping her friends apart.

Is this your work?

Yes.

People look at the lens for four minutes, and...

they think of a secret.

(laughing)

Beautiful.

Like your ass.

(laughing)

And you didn't think of me?

You'd disappeared.

And when people disappear, you don't look for them?

She's complicated, your friend.

How's your love life?

It's all right.

What does that mean? Are you seeing someone?

No.

But you're having sex?

Shut up, Nora.

People never dare say it,

but often it's better to be on your own.

Don't you think?

Nope.

Time seems to have stopped here...

♪ When you come be ready to play ♪

Nora!

♪ If you want to have some luck ♪

♪ Give your baby your last buck ♪

♪ Don't come quacking like a duck ♪

And now hold hands.

Hold hands!

And don't let go.

♪ I don't believe a word she said ♪

♪ She's the loudest woman in town, oh babe! ♪

♪ When I need attention at home ♪

♪ I'll just call you on the telephone ♪

♪ Come yourself, don't send your friend Jones ♪

♪ Do your duty! ♪

You're sick!

No, I'm alive.

You're a freak.

Freak yourself.

Sorry, I don't know what came over me.

Wait, Camille.

(distant siren)

Sleep well, girls.

Your laundry smells good.

Laundry scents make me feel nostalgic. What is it?

It's nice here.

True. It's cozy.

Hand me that sheet, please.

You're keeping your pants on?

What do you care?

You're going to get damn hot.

Stop.

Leave me alone.

You're not really keeping your pants on, are you?

Let's talk about your armpits!

You noticed?

Of course!

(laughs)

Oh, man!

I decided to stop caring about everything.

I mean, about that kind of stuff.

And you're okay with it?

Yeah.

I don't think I could do it.

Of course you could.

Maybe.

You don't want to tell me what happened?

You're a pain.

All right then.

Well...

I was presenting at a conference, in a lecture hall, and...

I collapsed... in front of everyone.

That was January.

And, uh...

(sighs)

they took me... to the hospital, and...

...at first, I thought I'd just taken on too much.

But I actually got diagnosed with a heart disorder.

A pretty bad one...

Rare, too.

And they needed to operate,

and, uh...

the surgery was pretty risky.

I had a 50/50 chance of surviving.

That's awful.

But wait for the best part.

After the surgery, I was in a coma for a month.

So I had a little trouble answering the phone.

But you look good.

When you think you're gonna die, all of a sudden,

you think about all the little things...

that used to piss you off, and you say you'll start...

I mean, you decide to stop complaining and start living.

I can't believe it.

You almost died and you didn't tell me.

It's over now.

Camille!

Camille, it's over now. It's all okay.

Come on.

Sweetheart.

I'm not the one who needs comforting, damn it.

Good night, you pain in the ass.

Good night, Nora.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Sorry.

(chair creaks)

(fan switches on)

(door creaks open)

What are you doing?

I want to. Don't you?

Stop it. Your friend's right out there.

(door creaks open)

(door closes)

Camille.

Can I sleep here?

Sure.

(snoring)

(birds chirping)

(stairs creaking)

(floorboards creaking)

(swallows)

I'm not cured.

I said that so you wouldn't worry.

(traffic outside)

(birds chirping)

(gentle harmonized singing)

(street noises)

(bird flutters its wings)

(singing grows louder)

I found the mobile phone I had at school.

Its screen is a mess.

It's full of photos of that time,

almost all selfies,

many of them with Lupi.

I think that time changed both of us a lot, so much.

Above all Lupita.

Above all that afternoon.

LUPITA FROM NOW ON

Lupi!

Lupi, ready?

We're going to be late, girl.

It doesn't suit me.

I don't know.

It's very you, eh?

Right.

I don't know.

You'll have to wear something like this, heavy-duty, right?

Let's find another, okay?

What's wrong? Are you nervous?

Well, yes.

But they're the ones who should be nervous.

You haven't seen how the Chinese boy dances.

But I've seen how you dance.

- You haven't seen me. - Yes, I have.

You haven't seen me properly.

Yes, I've seen you.

I have cameras.

What a stalker.

You shouldn't have signed me up.

You don't make a move if I don't.

Lupi, girl, come here.

They're cute, eh?

Yes.

Twenty bucks!

(dance music plays on phone)

Is he the one who scares you?

What are you doing, you loony?

It tastes like churros.

Have you never tried it?

Fucking gross.

Is he the one who scares you?

Yes, Huo.

Huo.

"Huo".

Are you dancing against him?

I don't know what the order is.

What bus do we get?

The 108, it drops us at Azca.

It leaves in... 7 minutes, we're fine.

Girl, it's going to be awesome, you're going to rule.

Can you imagine?

"She's crazy, about to explode".

- I don't know it. - "I fell in love with her boom-boom".

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

Girl, you're stressed out.

- No. - Yes. C'mon, let's practice.

How did it go?

Like this?

Like this, your knee.

Yeah, that's it, girl.

No, girl... No, you cross and open up.

That's not it, girl.

(dreamy music)

She danced fucking great, I hope she hasn't given it up.

Sometimes it made her laugh and that was enough, actually.

I never understood why she was so embarrassed.

If I danced like that,

I wouldn't hide it.

But everything changed that day.

I don't know what happened but it was one of those...

I don't know what they're called,

those days when nothing happens, but you notice it.

I don't know if they have a name, but it was that day.

It was impossible not to notice it.

Fuck, eh?

It's packed.

Go, girl, you're going do it, you're going to rule.

Lupita and Estrella.

IDs, please.

No, we're on the list.

You can look.

Perfect, give me your IDs.

- No. - Forget it, forget it.

No, Lupita, my friend, is going to compete in the dance battle.

Her name's there. Can you look?

You can't get in without an ID, okay?

Is Guti inside? He said he put us on the list.

If he has his ID, he will be.

- No, look, she's going to compete... - Girls...

stand over there, please.

Come on, go.

Next.

- Let's go. - Asshole.

Next.

Fucking hell! Lupi...

Guti's not picking up now.

Right.

He told me we were in, we were going to get in.

It doesn't matter, they'll put it up on Insta.

No, no, this isn't over, Lupi.

You're going to get in and compete.

I need a smoke, I'll be right back.

(distant chatter)

(video plays on phone)

ESTRELLA: Okay, okay. Lupi!

Come here, they'll sneak us in.

What was your name?

Estrella. You?

Lei.

- Nice to meet you. - Same here.

Cool look, by the way.

Thanks, I'm half Gypsy.

Girl, this is Lei.

I'm Lupi, nice to meet you.

Like I told your friend, we're inside with some friends,

they're dancers too.

If you want to come in, you're invited, okay?

- Okay. - Hella thanks.

That's alright.

- Fuck, this is awesome. - You bet.

It's not the battle, but it's not bad, eh?

- Here? - Yeah.

Estrella.

Girl, it's Huo.

Who?

The Insta guy.

What's he doing here?

Give me a second.

What are you doing here?

Why don't you join us?

Do you know Huo?

Who?

That guy.

What?

Being a Chinese guy means I know all the Chinese?

Just kidding.

Yes, he's my friend.

Wasn't he going to the dance battle?

Yes, he was, but the idiot made a scene, as usual.

The bastard had a go at one of the dancers.

They didn't even let us in.

Well, you're not missing anything, the party's here.

Check him out, he's chill.

The trouble is when you explain things wrong to him.

If you put it the right way, he's a fucking angel.

Are you Chinese too?

No, I'm not Chinese, I mean, not Chinese, Chinese.

I was born here, Huo's the real Chinese.

I've never been to China.

How did you meet him?

I think we were your age.

We were Chinese kids in the class,

so we were bound to get together.

Huo didn't speak Spanish very well,

so I've always been his translator.

I remember one time we were in the yard

and some guys called him a fag,

there were about five of them.

And I don't know how or why,

but I got into the fight and we both ended up getting it.

No way!

Yeah, like I say.

The guy's really worked at it,

look at him dance.

It's hypnotic, right?

It's like he doesn't care about anything,

as if he were free.

I can't dance like him, no way.

Nobody can.

Well, I don't want to overthink it either.

He's my buddy and that's that.

Are you his manager or something?

What the fuck are you doing, Huo?

Watch where you're going. Are you drunk, or what?

Wait here.

If you don't know how to drink, don't drink.

You almost splashed me, bro', you're hammered. Talk to him.

He didn't look that drunk.

When you dance you don't notice it that much.

You're drunk, drunk again. Get some rest.

(dreamy music grows louder)

What is it, girl? What are you doing?

(music intensifies)

I'd never felt so much adrenalin,

and I'm sure Lupi hadn't either.

I lost the cap and that dive closed recently.

Of that night, only one photo of Lupi is left,

and you barely recognize us,

it's super-blurry.

Let's go!

But Lupi was smiling.

That's how I've remembered her since then.

Smiling.

Lupi.

She's gorgeous, or I think so.

It must be because I know her.

(fast-paced electronic music)

TO ALL THE GIRLS WHO PARTICIPATED IN THE AUDITION

TO OUR FRIENDS TO OUR PARENTS

FILMED IN MADRID IN APRIL 2021

Subtitles: LASERFILM

♪ We deteriorate in form and content ♪

♪ At La Finca Roja, we will meet ♪

♪ Passing La Finca Roja ♪

♪ La Finca Roja ♪

♪ Passing La Finca Roja ♪

♪ Tell me, what have we become? ♪

♪ I feel cold, since you're not here ♪

♪ We are so broken and we are so happy ♪

♪ We are so broken and we are so happy ♪

♪ At La Finca Roja, we will meet ♪

♪ Passing La Finca Roja ♪

♪ La Finca Roja ♪

♪ Passing La Finca Roja ♪

THE FLAMES OF THE SUN

(classical piano)

PERIPHERY

(pensive jazz piano)

THE TIME OF A NIGHT

(calming organ loop)

♪ I say the words of the untold ♪

♪ When the morning is cold ♪

♪ When I know you are gone ♪

♪ I say a prayer at dawn ♪

♪ When there is nothing around ♪

♪ A misty breath in my home ♪

♪ I say meanings of soul ♪

♪ It's crawling in every wall ♪

♪ Crawling in every wall ♪

♪ Crawling in every wall ♪

♪ I say you're a piece of gold ♪

♪ Buried in a mine of coal ♪

♪ Nearby the warmth of my home ♪

♪ I say ♪

♪ I say ♪

♪ I say ♪

♪ I say ♪