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THIS FILM IS BASED ON REAL EVENTS

TO THE MAX

Honestly, I don't know
if anyone will care.

Why not?

People think we're crazy.

They go for the easy cliché,
the attention-seeking lunatic.

That's not how I see myself.

I'm not crazy. Not even close.

I became a BMX world champion at 20.

And I've always been into extreme sports.

I've done wild stuff,
but… I consider myself…

a level-headed person.

Responsible.

So?

Where do we start?

With Chana.

It all started with him.

REINEBRINGEN, NORWAY

No!

Chana was pure energy. Pure strength.

A guy who'd go to Norway alone.

-Fuck!
-To go jump.

Then hike 1.5 miles
through the mountains with a broken tibia.

What?

No thanks.

He was amazing.

He was the one who introduced us all.

The Madrid crew, Darío, Carlos, me.
And Álvaro and Santi from Barcelona.

One day Chana called us and said,
"Guys, I spoke to the Catalans."

"They've been testing wingsuits
in the Pyrenees for months."

"I told them to come show us."

It was my birthday.

It seemed like a good time
to try something new.

-It's so thin.
-It's nylon. Super light.

I'll pass, Álvaro.
I'll stick to a parachute.

It's different.
You stay in the air much longer.

The wings inflate and keep you up.

-Okay, and how do you deploy it?
-Same way.

The only thing
is that the harness is inside.

We've gotta try it, right?

Chana, if you can do it, we're all in.

-You're gonna be amazed.
-That's why we're here.

Carlitos.

Alvarito, I'm coming!

Let's have some fun!

-Holy shit!
-Wow!

Carlos!

We're flying!

Carlitos, how are you doing?

Whoo!

Holy shit!

Oh my God!

Damn!

Yeah!

Holy crap!

-Addictive, right?
-Hell yeah!

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Carlos

Happy birthday to you

Come on!

-Go on, make a wish.
-Come on.

Yeah, Carlitos!

Good jump!

If you turn too hard, you'll stall.

-I control the speed.
-You don't know how fast you're going.

This guy has been flying
for a day, and he thinks he's an expert.

He's so annoying.

Wait, I want to say something
before I forget.

Carlitos, at 35,
you start questioning everything.

Huh? Careful.

And when people say,

"Extreme sports are for rich kids,"
I always bring up Carlos.

He's always lived day to day,
doing his thing.

Just like you, Dad.

Hey, I've got three restaurants.

Set menus for blue-collar workers,
but I'm still a businessman.

-Like Armando, who inherited a venue.
-My mom did.

Or Darío, who sells cookbooks.

Son of a bitch.

But Carlos has always made a living
climbing mountains.

When I met him five years ago,
I was jealous as hell.

Damn.

But I thought, "Let's see how long
this lasts, with his backpack,

chasing sponsors."

"Wait till he wants a house,
or has to pay a mortgage."

I'm fine renting, Chana.

"Fine renting." You're my hero.

You climb a Himalayan eight-thousander.

You scale El Capitan in Yosemite.

You go to Greenland…
Always with that backpack.

-And no real job!
-Come on!

Hey, I'm 35, not 50, man.

-You're the man, Carlitos!
-What I mean is, Carlos…

Keep it up, brother.

Never change.

And never become employee of the month.

That's beautiful.

-Okay?
-He's the man.

I'm telling you, there will come a time
when the pressure hits.

Because it will. Stay strong, Carlitos.

Strong. Stay strong.

Never lose that spark, brother.

Never lose it.

What fascinates me about the Trango massif

is that it rises
above a ridge that is pure granite.

It lies between two glaciers,
the Trango to the west,

and the Dunge to the east.

Climbing there is…

It's incredible.

Especially

the Nameless Tower.

But if the weather turns…

I tried it years ago.

We had to give up and come down.

We were 700 meters from the top.

-How high is it?
-6,239 meters.

First climbed by Joe Brown in 1976.

Nine routes to the summit.

TRANGO TOWER

If you ask me my favorite--

The Slovenian.

Yeah.

It's on the southwest face
and has the cleanest cracks.

Plus fixed ropes.

Does Singleman's record still stand?

Well, Singleman and Feteris.

There were two of them. Australians.

They did a BASE jump from 5,955 meters.

The highest to date.

The biggest vertical drop in the world.

NAMELESS TOWER
CARLOS SUÁREZ

Excuse me, Carlos. I'm Myriam Montañana.

-Nice to meet you.
-Is this your job?

No, I'm a biologist.

But I love climbing, and I signed up
for this talk three months ago.

Got a minute?

-Well, I…
-I'm not a groupie, okay?

This is serious.

Serious?

An expedition to the Trango massif.
To break the Australians' record.

It's all here.

Budget, travel, possible sponsors, gear.

And a TV production company
would fund the expedition.

They want to make a documentary.

They want a team of five
so there's interaction.

There aren't five guys
who can climb that and do a BASE jump.

Not everyone has to jump.
I'm not planning to.

You?

It's the 21st century.
It won't be all guys.

No. You've got the wrong idea.
This mountain's no joke.

-If this is some stunt--
-No. What are you talking about?

I've been climbing since I was 17.

The Sierra de Madrid, the Picos, Gredos…

I climb grade 6 and 7 routes.

-How old are you?
-I've done alpine climbing too.

The Nameless Tower
is much tougher than all that.

Put me to the test.

EMERGENCY EXIT

The owner's a friend of mine.
He lends me the keys so I can train.

There are grade six and seven routes.

Even eight.

How many female climbers
have you brought here?

None.

I'm serious.

So, the producer
is your friend's boyfriend, right?

Yeah.

But he loves sports,

and seeing the crap
he does on TV, I told him,

"Do something like National Geographic."

-Oh, really?
-Yep.

-I get restless.
-Yeah.

Should've studied something else.

Biology sounds like spending eight hours
a day looking through a microscope.

Maybe that's why I climb.

Careful!

Good foothold on your left.

-Step on it.
-Relax.

Relax.

You're heading straight for an 8a.

I know.

Nice!

Trying to show me up?
You'll need a real mountain.

Did I really say that?

No. That's not me. No way.

Yeah. She did. She said it.

And I thought,
"If she wants a real mountain,

let's give her one."

If a helicopter drops me at the summit,
I'm in.

The climb is amazing, Chana.
We'll train hard.

-Listen, Carlitos.
-What?

You're not doing all this
just to hook up with her, are you?

-What do you mean?
-No?

You know me. How often
do I talk about the Nameless Tower?

And now you want to climb it?
With everything going on?

-They're covering everything.
-It's not about money.

-Armando and Darío have their own issues.
-What issues?

Well, Armando's brother wants to renovate.
Darío's getting divorced…

I'm not saying we go tomorrow.

We can plan it for…
six or eight months from now.

Do the TV guys know?

We'll tell them.

It's a world record, man.

Fuck, if we don't do it,
someone else will.

You're the heart of the crew.
If you're in, we all are.

The Corral was founded
by my father in the '50s.

It's a legendary flamenco venue.
We've had Dominguín, Frank Sinatra,

Muhammad Ali, Tom Jones, Marlon Brando.
Even the princess of Japan.

In fact, the Shah of Persia
met his wife there.

Farah Diba.

That's where Chana, Darío, Carlos,
and I planned the expeditions.

So, when Carlos called me to say
he had something to tell us…

I thought, "Buckle up.
It's gonna be a wild ride."

The Australians jumped from 5,900 meters,

but the Nameless Tower
goes 300 meters higher.

Three days of climbing?

Forget the climb. Think about the jump.

Two thousand meters straight down, man.
That's insane.

Chana's in.

Right?

Well…

Honestly, the whole record thing
kind of turns me on.

-Okay, but if we bring that girl--
-Myriam.

Myriam.

Someone has to stay with her.
We can't all jump.

Or are you leaving her on her own?

Carlitos…

-We'll bring a Sherpa. We'll sort it out.
-A Sherpa?

She's a badass climber.
Better than you guys.

-I've seen her at the climbing gym.
-That's not the mountain.

She'll train just like everyone else.

-Okay.
-What do you think?

I'm sold on the climb.

But redoing a 20-year-old jump
with just 300 extra meters, I don't know.

It's not enough.

Not enough?

If we go all that way,
we should try something… more radical.

Define "radical."

Wingsuit.

You're nuts.

-I knew it.
-We might even win an Oscar.

You want a safe documentary,
or one that blows people away?

Okay, and can you jump
from the Nameless Tower with that?

Well… it's been tried from 5,000.

But for that, you need serious training.

What do you recommend?

To start, at least 50 plane jumps.

That's not a problem.

Then you'll need a balloon.

To measure the altitude margin.

Six hundred.

Five hundred.

Four hundred.

Three hundred.

What are you planning, Carlos?

The Nameless Tower. In Pakistan.

That's a little over 5,000.

Six thousand two hundred.

Sound crazy?

Yeah, pretty crazy.

Three weeks jumping from a balloon.

But it went really well.

Because the suit is something else.

That's flying.

Real flying.

Come on!

What a rush.

One more step. I'm just saying.

One more fucking step.
Wingsuit BASE. Next level.

Let's hit the Pyrenees and start jumping.

There's somewhere closer.

Mallos de Riglos. It has a 250-meter wall.

-Seriously?
-Yeah.

We can train there. It's four hours away.

Let's go now! This weekend!

I have a jump at the Toledo Festival.
You guys go. I'll catch up.

-You know I'll catch up quick.
-Carlos?

-I can't. I'm going to the mountains.
-For what?

-To train.
-On your own?

On his own, sure!

Of course, Carlitos. Just training.

You're a bunch of assholes.

The first 50 meters are relatively easy.
It's a grade five or six.

Then it goes up to grade seven.

How do we do it?

I'll belay you while I climb.

-And who's belaying you?
-I've got a parachute.

What?

It's free BASE. I've done it here.

-You're climbing without ropes?
-It's fine.

Are you trying to impress me?

Are you coming or not?

Last stretch!

That's it.

Good job.

What grade do I get?

It's getting down the Nameless Tower
that's the problem.

I'll skip that part with the wingsuit.

Okay. So now you're doubting
whether I can get down.

It's a very technical mountain.

Want to bet on who gets to the car first?

Me on foot. You with your chute.

What are you saying?

The car is to the west.

The wind's against you.

That gives me the edge.

You're gonna lose.

Wait till I finish my banana!

And you don't want to jump?

It's not my thing.

How do you know?

I'm more of a ground person.
Jumping doesn't appeal to me.

I didn't like climbing
until someone put a wall in front of me.

Who put it there?

Well… a friend of my mother's.

My teenage years were… messed up.

I was doing terribly at school.

The guy took me to La Pedriza

to take on a 20-meter wall to see
if I'd stop being a pain in the ass.

And it worked.

I discovered that doing that
made me feel like God.

It's a cocktail of adrenaline
and endorphins that's addictive as hell.

Yeah, but it's not just that.

Suddenly, everything clicked.

It was like I had been a pain in the ass
because I hadn't found myself.

And when I climbed my first wall,
I thought, "Damn, this is it."

"This is it."

You should try jumping.

Let's give a big round of applause
to these intrepid pilots

of the Air Force Acrobatic Patrol.

And with that same applause,
let's welcome our next guests.

-I'd like to remind you…
-Let's go, Dad!

…speeds close to 200 kilometers per hour.

The routine our daring jumpers
are about to perform is extremely complex.

The takeoff will begin shortly…

…this fantastic
wingsuit flying exhibition.

Please give a big round of applause…

Good jump.

Out.

Come on!

Yeah?

Can you…? Can you hear me?

Wait, Armando, the signal here is shit.

Now, go ahead.

You're breaking up.

I'll call you from somewhere else.

What is it?

I don't know,
but I think there's been a problem.

What problem?

Dad!

-Who is it?
-It's Darío.

Put him on speaker.

Darío!

-Darío!
-Where are you?

Coming from Patones.
What's up? Armando called.

It was a downplane.

Shit.

But is he alive?

They're trying to resuscitate him
on the field.

He's wrecked inside, man.

Carlos.

If you want, I'll pick you up.
I'm an hour away.

-Carlos.
-Darío!

Shit, the signal's gone.

Fuck!

Shit!

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

Yeah.

Where?

Okay. Bye.

That's the thing with this.

You think it's a safe jump,
with 2,000 meters to spare.

What could go wrong?

It was low risk.

It's a jump we've done a thousand times.

But there are things in life
that just defy any logic.

It's best not to look for it.

A little more to the left. There.

Okay, bring it up.

There. That's good.

Got it?

There.

Okay. That's it.

Thank you.

I know. Thank you.

We have to take care of Saray.

She's jumping in Lleida next week.

Yeah.

If she stops, she'll lose her nerve.

It must be hard,
watching your dad die like that.

No, man.

What's hard is watching your dad die
in a hospital after two years of cancer.

He only knew he was going to die
for five seconds.

Huh?

What are five seconds in Chana's life?
After everything he did.

Do you really want to watch this?

Right now, I mean.

Or should we get
two bottles of wine and get wasted?

Chamomile tea's enough for me.

-If Chana were here, he wouldn't…
-I know.

But he's not.

He wouldn't have liked us to cancel this.

No one's talking about that.

What are we talking about?

If you want, I can ask for a few days off.

And go to Portugal, surf, clear our heads.

You know what it is? Is that…

After today,
it's easy to forget the good things.

And it's not fair.

The Corral is traditional.
People like it that way.

Yeah, but the Corral has changed.

-It's not the same as 20, 10 years ago…
-They didn't bring the cecina.

No, Mom, they'll bring it later.
I told you.

What's this about?

The renovation, Mom.
Maybe we should think about it.

Think about it more? Why?

I love it.

-Madrid's changing. So are we.
-Sous vide cooking? Seriously?

Yes, sous vide cooking. Yes.

That's what you do. You experiment.

And we've always supported you.

With BMX, BASE jumping,
the wingsuit, and the trip to Pakistan.

Pakistan?

-You're still doing that after everything?
-We don't even have a date.

Focus on helping your brother
with the renovation. That's it.

Can't you see he needs you?

Mom, the Corral…

What did you think about the renovation?

Honestly, at the time, it seemed absurd.

But if your family asks you
to lend a hand, you do.

Did you give up on Pakistan?

No.

Let's go!

I've never cheated on my wife.

I don't blame you,
but I saw how women chased you.

No. It's one thing to flirt a little,
just fool around…

"Fool around."

No, I've had
some really beautiful girlfriends, sure.

But with her, it was different.
I had something else. I had…

I had stability.
She's the mother of my children.

Pass me the Greek yogurt.

You're adding Greek yogurt?

-What would you add, cream?
-Yeah, right?

And then out of nowhere,
she tells me she's leaving me.

Give me a break.

You don't do that.
Like I'm some teenage fling.

Maybe she got tired of your cooking.

-You wanted pepper, right?
-No.

-Yeah.
-We said no.

What a bastard.

Hey, Darío, what do you think
about sous vide cooking?

Iris, we're here to unwind.

Don't get mad.
I just want a professional's opinion.

Your brother is doing a great job,
and he's right.

You can't stick
with the same menu forever.

You're always complaining
about your restaurant.

It's different. You have
a million customers. That's a safety net.

You need to hire a Basque chef.

-A Basque chef in a flamenco tablao venue?
-I can get you one.

Your girlfriend's from Bilbao.
Maybe she knows someone.

No. We broke up.

How come?

We went on a trip to Switzerland
so she could see me jump and…

-She hated it.
-Of course, you have to take it slow, man.

-But didn't she know?
-I decided to take her to the Crack.

The Crack? What's that?

It's a wild spot in the Alps.

Wait.

Wait, man, wait.

-Come.
-Wait.

You jump from a mountain, okay? But then…

You drop through a canyon
that opens into a valley.

I'll show you.

Wait, here it comes.

-Holy shit!
-Wow.

What is that?

-You're two meters off the ground.
-What's that?

Just watching it
gets my heart racing, man.

I'm going back next month. You in?

What do you think?

So the Basque girl wasn't thrilled, huh?

Well, it's complicated.

-Find yourself a climber.
-How many girls are into this?

Maybe it's because
they don't know about it.

-Or maybe they want a normal life.
-Normal?

-Yeah. Kids. Right?
-What's the problem? Darío has kids.

-Yeah, but Darío's practically a grandpa.
-Hey!

It's a life choice.

I plan to have kids and keep climbing.

You say that now.

-Are you coming to Pakistan?
-I don't know.

I work at a bank.
I only get the bare minimum time off.

But I'd love to.
Besides, I climb much better than Armando.

It's true.

Yeah, I've seen you.

Hey, what I said before about…

About the normal life thing,
I didn't mean to…

It's okay, really. It's fine.

I love kids.

-Armando doesn't want kids?
-Yes, he does.

But I told him we should wait a bit.

Wait for what?

For him to stop jumping.

Right.

Why did you stop?

When I did the training course,

they asked me to write
a goodbye letter to my loved ones.

In case something happened to me,
you know?

And…

I couldn't do it.

-I don't know.
-Yeah.

-Do you want some wine?
-Sure.

I'm more into surfing, climbing,
going to the desert, the Arctic.

I don't know.

I live surrounded by normal people
who work 8 to 4

and go to the mall on weekends.

They must be jealous…

No way. None of my friends get it.

In my family, only my mom.
She's as crazy as I am.

But what don't they understand?

Well…

That I'm living with someone
who could die at any moment.

I don't see it that way.

You'll have to deal with that.

There are many people
who do extreme sports and…

Have you heard of the Fatality List?

No.

It's a list of everyone
who's died BASE jumping.

And last year 42 people died.

Look, that's how it is, okay?

And I accept that.

My sister says she couldn't do it,
that I'm too generous.

What do you say back to her?

That I'm happy.

And does she believe you?

She knows it.

We jumped out of the plane,
stuck together.

-I kept saying, "Get off!"
-We were laughing.

-"Get off!"
-Maybe it was the laughing. I couldn't.

We were falling like this,
like two idiots.

-I don't believe it.
-We could've killed ourselves.

Riglos was magical.

Not because of the jumps and the climb.
It's the atmosphere. How they live it.

They had known each other for a long time,
but I was the new one.

The rookie.

And I learned a lot there.

The camaraderie.

The bond.

And what the group means to each of us.

A refuge.

And the celebration, of course.

Celebration of what?

Of life.

Stop it!

Take that!

What? What now?

There you go.

Four aces.

-Bam!
-You don't even believe that.

Oh my God.

And we're far from done.

Did you get the Basque chef?

I called him.
Said it was a flamenco tablao.

-He thought it was a joke.
-So what? He's not interested?

I don't know. I'll call him. Who knows?

You're overwhelmed, huh?

Of course I am. Have you seen this?

Have you seen the menu
my brother has in mind?

-Juanma isn't a chef.
-Yeah, but he gets carried away.

Braised veal this, liquid dessert that…

The kitchen's gonna look
like a laboratory.

-Do you know what Darío says?
-What?

The real dream of a chef
isn't a Michelin star.

It's opening a franchise.

Something that makes money
and saves you the hassle.

And what do you want?

Let's see.

Yeah?

No, I'm in the Corral.
It looks like a war zone.

She said what?

Fuck.

I'm so sorry. I really am.

This guy is an asshole.

After telling me yes,

that he loved the idea
of the documentary in Pakistan…

Now he goes and backs out.

So the expedition is canceled.

Motherfucker.

-I'm really sorry.
-No, it's not your fault.

I mean…

-I dragged Carlos in. He dragged you in…
-No, you didn't.

I wanted to climb that mountain.

And we're going to do it.
With or without a documentary. Fuck it.

Want another coffee?

I need another one.

She's taken it really badly.

She hasn't even slept.

Well, what do we do now?

-I'll look for options.
-Options?

-What options?
-What do we do? Start from scratch?

Fuck.

I don't know.

I'd go to Riglos, jump,
and forget all this shit.

Yeah, but it's time to make calls, man.
Ask for favors.

I've got my kids. I can't.

-Go with Iris.
-She's working.

What about Álvaro?
Wasn't he supposed to go to Switzerland?

LAUTERBRUNNEN, SWITZERLAND

The jump's about 650 meters.

You stabilize and pick up speed.
Then you cross the plain.

Over there. Those trees mark
the entrance on the right. See?

That's where you enter the Crack.

-You go through there?
-That's what we're here for.

-Fuck.
-It's seven seconds in there.

Then you open the parachute,
and that's it.

Now I get
why your girlfriend told you to fuck off.

Seriously? They canceled your documentary?

They want something more thrilling.

-More thrilling?
-Yeah.

So what we do isn't thrilling, right?
Flying at 200 an hour isn't thrilling.

But we don't post about it all day.

-That's all we need.
-People are annoying.

Don't they go to Malaysia
for selfies on that tower?

They hang off scaffolding. Seen them?

Or swallow scorpions.

Or do parkour across rooftops.
I can't even watch.

You've got to be crazy, huh?

Who knows what they say about us.
Just saying.

I mean… You know?

I needed this.

That's right.

That's a problem, though, huh?

If every time you've got problems
you need to come jump,

the beast gets a taste for it.

The beast?

Let's go!

-Oh my God!
-See?

Fuck! I can't believe it!

-Scary, huh?
-Fuck. I missed a tree by a meter.

-I thought I was gonna hit it.
-If you think, you're screwed.

Incredible.

We all went to Angel Falls in Venezuela.

Five days hiking and three nights
at the top of the waterfall.

In the rain…

The idea was to leave the next day.

Álvaro had to be in Barcelona.
There was no time for much else.

But you stayed.

We decided to stay until noon
to do one more jump.

Wait for us!

Are they going to jump
after all that wine last night?

Wait until they see us.

And they freak out.

I'll go to the right.
I'll open up to the air.

Not doing the Crack?

Yesterday was magical, man.
I'd rather stick with that.

Unbelievable, but true!

Right up against the mountain!
I can't believe it!

That was pure luck!

I saw him a little unsteady before.

Álvaro!

Álvaro!

Álvaro!

Álvaro!

-Álvaro!
-Hey!

Here!

And what do you remember?

It's kind of a blur.
The images are all mixed up.

It doesn't look good…

Fuck.

That's when I realized the Fatality List
is not something that happens to others.

It's real.

What happened to Álvaro
got media coverage.

Everyone found out.
They wrote about us in the papers.

"That bunch of crazies."

And of course,
people look at you that way.

What way?

As if to say, "You see?"

I've been losing friends since I was 20.

You don't get used to that.

No way. Not a chance.

You swallow it and move on.

What about fear?

The fear is always there.

The problem is losing it.

Because then…

I remember going to see Carlos
and telling him I had to stop.

I didn't know if it'd be two months,
two weeks, two days…

And it's not that I was going
to back out of Pakistan, but…

I couldn't.

And what did he say?

I told him I understood.

But I was going ahead anyway.

And if I found the money,
he and Darío would be the first to know.

Did Darío want to stop too?

No, Darío didn't know how to stop.

Darío was a hurricane.

What would sink anyone else
made him stronger.

THE CHEF'S CHALLENGE

Come on, this is a joke.

No offense, but you've got no fucking clue
how to make a real vichyssoise.

Darío acted tough,
but he was a sweetheart.

The best with kids I've ever met.

Let's go!

When he separated from his wife,

he moved in with his sister
to be with his nieces.

Possibly the best spaghetti
I've ever made.

-Who wants some?
-Me.

He loved kids.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight, nine!

What are you up to?

He was one of a kind.

No, Darío… He didn't know how to stop.

Nor did he want to.

DARÍO BARRIO'S CUISINE

I don't have to be ashamed
of my way of life.

WITH INNOVATIVE RECIPES

I'm not hurting anyone. Am I?

Do I like to travel?

I like to travel.

Do I like to have fun?

As much as I can.

Do I like extreme sports?

Oh…

If I had to choose
between cooking and BASE jumping,

I wouldn't know where to start.
I love them both.

I'm passionate about both.
But above all, they both have me hooked.

And, mind you, both have their risks.

Because, if we were talking
about pressure--

But cooking won't kill you.

I mean, literally.

Bernard Loiseau.

Do you know who he is?

One of the best chefs in the world.

He shot himself
for fear of losing a Michelin star.

That's pressure.

Mind you, I could also take
the pressure off by playing pétanque, but…

It wouldn't be the same.

Don't you care what people think?

You think I don't know
what people think about us?

You think we're crazy,
that we're deranged,

that we've lost our minds.
You think we don't value life.

That we don't value life.

You're talking without knowing.

Because there's something
you only know when you're up there.

-That's what they say about heroin.
-Whoa!

Look, buddy, drugs are used to escape.

When I'm flying, I don't escape.

I'm there.

I'm there.

Bravo!

I'll bring one of those producers,
and we'll convince him to sponsor us.

-Do you know how we're going to do it?
-How?

We're going to take him
to Armando's place.

And we'll ask him
to bring us a sweet wine.

When he's had three glasses,
we'll put the contract in front of him.

-And that's it.
-Yeah, because you say so.

It's much easier to get a loan.
Besides, it's not that much money.

-Like what, 6,000 each?
-How many expeditions have you organized?

-I'm just saying…
-You've got no idea, Myriam.

Why do you say that?

You can't walk into a bank
and ask for money to go to the Himalayas.

-It doesn't work that way.
-Come on, guys!

The wind is picking up.

-We're going 100 miles an hour.
-The jump will be worse later.

Amazing.

Pretty sketchy, huh?

No.

-And we're not in wingsuits.
-Yeah, but it looks unstable.

And these currents are tricky.

Do you think
the Nameless Tower is going to be better?

I'm not walking down now. No way.

Wait. I'll go first.

-Are you sure?
-Yes.

-Carlos.
-I've jumped here more times.

Carlos.

It's fine.

It's okay.

-See you down there, okay?
-Hey.

Let's fly.

Okay. Let's go.

Open.

Good.

Good.

-Fuck.
-Darío?

The wind's behind him. Fuck.

-It's going to push him against the rocks.
-Shit.

Get out of there.

Get out of there! Fuck!

Fuck!

Carlos!

Fuck, Carlos!

Are you okay?!

Carlos!

Carlos!

Fuck, Carlos…

Are you okay?

-Are you okay? Don't move.
-Yeah.

Fucking shit.

Don't move.

Where's Myriam?

It's all good.

Okay.

There she is.

How is he?

In the operating room.

He broke his septum.

With a different helmet, he would've died.

What happened?

A broken septum's nothing, okay?

My brother-in-law
broke his playing soccer.

Yeah.

You know what?

This morning, before I went out with them,

I was about to tell him
that we should move in together.

Seriously?

We've been together eight months.

But I couldn't.

I don't know if it's because…

Because you're protecting yourself?

I've always been
the daring one in my family,

the one who doesn't think things through.

But now I wonder…

"What the hell are you doing?"

Have you ever been
to the Musée d'Orsay, in Paris?

I once took Armando there.

We had a guide explaining
the paintings by Renoir, Manet, Degas…

And then,

we stopped in front of a painting

of a boy looking out the window,

the light reflecting on his face.

Beautiful.

And then the guide told us
something very strange about beauty.

Strange?

Yes.

He said…

that it only emerges

when the person
looking at the painting disappears.

I mean, when the impact of the work
is so strong

that it's the only thing there is.

You forget about yourself.

I remember looking at Armando,

who was listening to the guide
like he was hypnotized,

and he suddenly said to me,

"Iris, that's what happens to me
when I fly."

"I disappear."

"I don't exist."

And do you know what we did next?

We went back to the hotel
and had amazing sex.

I swear.

So…

I don't know,
if you ask me what I'm doing,

I would say I don't know.

But I don't care.

Little brother,
are you still beating yourself up?

The septum's the least of it.

These things happen.

The problem is the concussion.

He won't be able to jump for six months.

So?

He almost killed himself because of me.

So you can worry about Carlos,

but if we worry about you, you get mad?

-Please.
-Please what?

-Are you going to go all mom on me now?
-Seriously?

Come on.

Don't judge me. You never have.

Because I keep it to myself.

Thank you for giving me that freedom.

You know what?

Those who love you
don't give a shit about that.

I don't ask you for anything.

I don't hurt anyone.
I just ask you to let me do what I like.

I know, and I've always defended you.

But now you have a family, Darío.

You have children who depend on you
and who love you.

You can't decide just for yourself now.

I'll pour myself a glass
and have it with you.

You've made me jealous.

You're not so free anymore.

If you need more space,
there's another closet in the hallway.

Or we can turn the room downstairs
into a dressing room.

It's not like I'm Imelda Marcos.

Who?

Nothing. That Filipino woman
with 3,000 shoes.

Oh.

-Have you ever lived with anyone here?
-No, you're the first.

Listen, I'm not a nurse.

If you want me to stay
to take care of you…

No, damn it. Let's try it.

It's going to be fine.

-Oh, really?
-Yeah.

Because I'm clean, I'm tidy,
I can iron, I like animals…

I just want you to be comfortable.

If not, I'll go back to my apartment.
That's why I have it.

-Don't stress.
-I'm not stressing, really.

If we get along and there's
good chemistry, I wouldn't rule out--

Not for now.

No what?

What you were going to say.

When the time comes.

-Great. And if it never comes…
-No. Look, it'll happen.

With you, with someone else, or alone.

-Well then, you tell me.
-That doesn't mean anything.

I can have them and go on with my life.

I mean…

If it turns out you're a great dad,
I'd rather it be you.

But my life is something else.

As is yours.

No one is changing anyone.

Of course.

We'll see how it goes.

-Darío.
-A Russian guy did it, man.

-What?
-A Russian guy did it.

-What are you talking about?
-A Russian guy, dammit.

Seven thousand meters in a wingsuit,
for fuck's sake. It's online already.

Valery Rozov jumped from 7,220 meters…

Fuck, he did it from Everest.

-His team, which included four Sherpas…
-Damn.

-…photographers and cameramen…
-That's him.

…has broken the world record
for wingsuit BASE jumping.

-Have you heard?
-I'm watching it now. We're fucked.

The Russian extreme sports star
jumped from the north face of the mountain

after more than two years of planning.

Maybe it's a sign.

The Russian, your divorce,

Carlos's accident, Chana, Álvaro…

Even the sous vide cooking.

A sign of what?

-That life is something else.
-Something else?

Yes.

You trying to depress me?

No, but I feel like
we keep pushing it and forcing it.

We're not forcing anything. Trust me.

Everest has nothing to do with the Tower.

He jumped in a wingsuit.
Who's gonna sponsor us now?

He jumped in a wingsuit.
From Everest. 7,000 meters.

Fucking awesome. Good for him.

Anything more beautiful
than the Nameless Tower?

They're gonna be blown away.

Fuck.

-Carlos says there are options, right?
-Yeah.

Then there are options.

Yes, damn it.

-Okay.
-Are you leaving?

I have the menu rehearsal.

We reopen Friday.
My brother can't even stand himself.

Get this round. Don't overthink.

If we can't jump from the Nameless Tower,
Benidorm works for me.

Go fuck yourself.

Check, please.

-Do you sell books here too?
-I brought it myself.

-Has it changed your life?
-Not at all.

You haven't finished it.

Should I put your name?

Letizia.

With a Z.

Like the queen.

Where are you taking me?

Where are we going?

Where are you taking me?

Where are you taking me?

Wait.

What's going on?

It's the Gran Vía.

What?

-Hello?
-Holy shit.

What the hell are you doing?

Do you live here?

Until tomorrow. Then I'm leaving.

You're leaving?

I'm tired of sharing. I found a place
for half the price in Arturo Soria.

Mind if I come back in ten minutes?

-Sorry, it's closed.
-I'm a friend of Armando's.

-I'd change…
-Do you want to jump from Plaza España?

-Darío, please.
-32nd floor.

-Wait. Can you excuse us for a moment?
-Yes.

-I'm sorry.
-Good evening.

32nd floor with a terrace.

-Did you take acid or what?
-It's a fucking huge opportunity.

Darío, it's two in the morning.

When will you ever
be able to land on Gran Vía?

I'm serious.

You're kidding me.

Just tell me you don't want to jump again,
and I'll leave you alone.

But think about it. 32nd floor.

Torre de Madrid.

A friend's apartment.
She's moving out tomorrow.

-I'm not going to get in trouble, right?
-No.

-We're licensed jumpers.
-We even have a camera.

And you'll land there, in the middle
of the street, in Plaza España.

Everything's going to be fine, Leti.
Don't worry.

It better be,
because we haven't fucked yet.

I owe you that.

Did I tell you or not?

We jump on green, we open,

just enough time
for the light to turn red.

Is that me?

Stop right there!

Always the same.

-He had such a bad temper.
-You can't do that. Your ID.

-Packing up at 2,000 an hour.
-"Your ID."

No. Your ID.

-Stop recording.
-Good thing you didn't call.

-So you went for it, huh?
-The truth is, I missed it.

You bastard.

Carlitos.

What are we doing about Pakistan?

Well, the truth is I don't know.

With my accident and all the money issues…

We could also go to the Maldives to surf.

Yeah, like that'll be cheap.

Look, you guys do whatever you want,

but I don't bust my ass every day at work
just to not go flying.

If a sponsor shows up, fucking great,
but if not, I don't care.

Because I'll go to Pakistan,
even if it's by tuktuk.

Who's in?

The beast.

FOUR MONTHS LATER

-Carlos, is this a good time?
-I'm preparing tomorrow's speech.

You have to talk to Darío.

What's up?

-He's still jumping too close.
-Fuck.

Yeah.

He says the festival's for Álvaro.
He wants to give it his all.

-He's getting on my nerves.
-Put him on.

Carlos wants to talk to you.

What did he tell you?

You can't mess around with altitude.

I'm not messing around.

If you've set a jump point, respect it.

No, it's him. He's a pain in the ass.
You know how he gets.

-As if I were his student.
-Listen.

In two months we're going to Pakistan.
I don't want you breaking a fucking nail.

-Really? Two months?
-Tomorrow I'll close the sponsorship deal.

What? Really?

Count on it, but cut the bullshit, okay?

Okay. We'll talk later
and you can fill me in.

-Okay.
-Give Myriam a kiss.

See you later.

Kisses from Darío.

Everything okay?

What is this?

Open it.

DR. MARTA SANTOS RUBIO
NOTARY

MYRIAM M. L.
THIRTY THOUSAND

It's my contribution to the trip.

What do you mean?

I took out a loan.

You, a loan?

Is that a problem?

But this is not a contribution,
it's paying for the whole expedition.

Well, I've put my apartment up
as collateral.

What's the problem?

I've been trying to meet with sponsors
for months, and now you come up with this?

Does it bother you
the bank's lending me money?

But things don't work like that.

-It's my money. It's my apartment.
-What, you want to impress me?

You want me to say you're the shit?

No, what I want is
for you to take the check.

-If this is about the documentary--
-What the fuck's that got to do with it?

We said that no one
was going to change anyone.

But you're the one who's changing.

Me? How?

What you're signing is not a sponsorship.

-Oh yeah?
-It's more than that.

It's a contract to work
from 8 to 5 in an office.

With a salary, vacations, and a lunchbox.

Like a lot of people in this country.

Why didn't you tell Armando and Darío?

Why only tell them part of it?

-I told them the important part.
-The rest doesn't matter.

That your backpacking life is over.
That doesn't matter.

You want to save me
by mortgaging your apartment?

-In case I can't adapt to a normal life.
-No.

-I want you to be you.
-Who?

The hippie climber?

-Carlos, please.
-Please what?

You think you know me because we fuck,

we live together,
and you come to my talks?

-Idiot.
-Maybe it's true.

-What's true?
-That you're a groupie, damn it.

No, wait. Wait, Myriam.

-Myriam, let me--
-Fuck you.

10TH AERIAL JUMP FESTIVAL

-Ready?
-Ready.

If you want,
you can go in the first paramotor.

-Why?
-So you can go in front.

No. Let's do it like in the rehearsals.

Darío, you're not mad, are you?

Why would I be mad?

-I don't like correcting you either.
-It's a fucking nice day.

People are going to have an amazing time.

That's what matters. Let's enjoy it.

Good jump.

No, no.

Thank you.

More!

Wow!

Here.

IRIS
INCOMING CALL

What's up, Armando?

It went great. They were…

What?

Yeah, go on.

CIVIL GUARD

Darío.

How do we do it?

We'll put it on the hood and hose it down.

Are you sure? Isn't it better with soap?

Your turn.

What pisses me off
is we were mad at each other.

And that…

That he went like that is fucked up.

Everything will fall into place.

My mother made me promise
not to do it again.

I don't need it.

-I can be just as happy surfing with Iris…
-I don't know, man.

It's not the time to make decisions.

-Or is it?
-Why?

Fuck, Carlos, what's your plan?
Keep doing this until it's your turn?

Who knows, man?

I don't know if it's worth it.

The other day someone sent me a video
of a guy who died doing proximity.

He wanted to broadcast the jump live.

He put his phone in his pocket
so his followers could hear it.

-Fuck.
-No image. Just audio.

The first few seconds there's only wind.

You hear the air under the suit.

And suddenly, a scream.

Followed by…

Impacts. Lots of impacts.

But then something surprising happens.

There's silence…

and all you hear are cows.

-Cows.
-Yes.

Mooing, cowbells.

And it gives you
this incredible sense of peace.

Can you believe it?

I mean, the horror, the tragedy.

And a second later…

life goes on.

I remember calling Iris.

And I asked her, "Hey, how are you doing?"

And she started to cry.

Well, we both cried, to be honest.

And then I said,
"Look, we can do two things."

"Either we go to the Musée d'Orsay,
or we drink 3 bottles of wine."

"What do you prefer?"

And what did she say?

So? All the way up?

All the way up.

Let's go.

I was really glad they did it.

They needed it.

It took me a bit longer, to be honest.

Did you keep your promise to your mother?

I've worn the wingsuit,
but I haven't done proximity.

I kept doing BASE jumping.

And climbing.

There are things you can't give up.

And the trip to Pakistan?

Didn't Armando tell you?

No.

He didn't tell you about the Corral?

-Congratulations, everyone.
-Thank you.

Congratulations.

And to your father,
who would be very proud of you.

-To Dad.
-To Dad.

Cheers, honey.

It's Carlos.

Give him a kiss.

-Yeah.
-He's in Pakistan, Carlos.

So where are you? In Kashmir?

The last place with signal
before the Karakoram.

We got it!

-Really?
-Yes.

Yes! Come on!

-Myriam, we have a Michelin star!
-What?

Yes!

The only flamenco tablao.
What do you think?

The only restaurant
with live entertainment to have one.

So stop the bullshit and come eat.

-Way to go, Juanma.
-Right. There will be time to celebrate.

Of course. See you in a month.

-Here's to you.
-Hey, how far are you?

Well, I can almost see it from here.

Hey, we're leaving.

-We'll talk when we get back.
-That calls for a celebration.

Always.

KARAKORAM, PAKISTAN

DAYS LATER, CARLOS MADE HIS BASE JUMP
FROM 6,000 METERS AT THE NAMELESS TOWER.

HE DEDICATED IT TO DARÍO.

I know that when people see this,
they'll still think we're crazy.

What we do can't be explained by reason.

Let's go!

Sharing emotions that shake it all up.

See you later!

Your idea of yourself, or of life.

It may be an illusion.

It probably is.

But who wants to live without that?

IN MEMORY OF MANUEL CHANA
(1965-2010)

ÁLVARO BULTÓ
(1962-2013)

DARÍO BARRIO
(1972-2014)

CARLOS SUÁREZ
(1972-2025)

Subtitle translation by: Y. Yun
Susana Gómez