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A NETFLIX SERIES

If your people don't love me

And mine don't love you

Because you've gone mad And I'm completely crazy

If you have no money

And I don't even have two reals

What will we do, my love With so much money?

Bless the soleá!

If we belong to one another Who'll separate us?

Oh, these are the things of life These are the things of love

They have no end, no beginning They have no how, no why

You're tall, I'm short You're blond, I'm brunette

You're from Seville, the plain...

-Álex? -And I'm from Paral·lel

Bruno.

Oh, it has nothing to do with...

-Hi. -Hi.

Oh, sorry.

-You good? -Yes.

-Nice to meet you. -You too.

Very nice.

-I mean the bar. -Oh, yeah.

Yes. It is.

-Can I get you a drink? -Yes.

Which beers do you have?

Light, dark, stout, alcohol-free.

Not alcohol-free. I hate alcohol-free beer.

I'll have a normal beer.

If the air you breathe

Is the air I'm breathing

Álex has a supernatural magnetism that makes time around him stop.

It steals your breath if you look for too long.

I've been looking for way too long.

I'm petrified by an indisputable truth.

I've just fallen in love.

They have no end, no beginning They have no how, no why

Fall out of love. We've got dinner plans.

No, you have to see him. He's not handsome. He's...

His face is an insult to humanity.

-Have you got a chance? -Stranger things've happened.

It'll end in tears for you.

Thanks for the support.

Listen to me. Get out of there.

Before you get hurt.

...with the things of love

Neither color nor height Have anything to do with things of love

With things of... love

Ta-da!

What do you think?

You're like a homeless Santa.

-It's missing the final touch. -Right.

Are you ready?

-Ready... -No.

-Aim... -No.

-Fire! -No!

I'm dying.

I've been run over by a tram.

I'll never see the Sagrada Família

completed.

Get it?

Now you look like a zombie Santa.

This'll be the best costume there.

I'm pleased, very pleased.

Now clean up this paint before it dries.

Your father's a misunderstood genius too. You know that, right?

Yes.

What happened? Why are you screaming?

-There's a girl outside. -Open it, then.

Honestly.

Najat!

Hi. Come in.

Excuse us.

This is my husband, Albert.

Don't worry. He doesn't usually look like this.

Najat is the new nanny.

Oh, okay!

Nice to meet you. I wasn't...

I didn't know you were...

I didn't expect to be greeted by Antoni Gaudí either.

So I guess we're even.

A zombie Santa, huh?

Mom...

Come in. I'll introduce you. They can't wait to meet you.

I'll show you where...

-How old is he now? -32.

The last time I saw him,

he was probably six or seven...

Seven. At Juan's funeral.

You're right.

How's Dolo? Are you still running the stall together?

You wouldn't recognize her. She's an old grouch.

You haven't changed.

If you've come to talk nonsense, you can go.

I mean it.

Oh, well. Thank you.

I can't say the same.

Not in a bad way.

You handsome men are lucky.

You age well.

But you're getting older.

I won't lie to you.

I missed your frankness.

You couldn't tell.

You've shown no sign of life for 25 years.

Why are you back, Ramiro?

The ship broke down.

I'm staying in Barcelona until it's fixed and...

Well... I wanted you to hear it from me.

Before word gets out at the market.

That's very nice of you.

Puchusky.

-Sorry? -Puchusky.

Puchusky. My dog.

He's a short-haired Jack Russell terrier.

There are long-haired ones. They're different.

My ex and I adopted him. I haven't had many.

But I guess you've had quite a few.

No, I'm allergic.

Not dogs. I mean boyfriends.

That's what I meant.

I've had three.

Serious relationships, like moving in together.

The first was older.

I was 23 and he was 39 when we got together.

Happens when we're young. We love gray hair and beards.

You feel like William Holden in Sunset Boulevard.

They say love can conquer anything.

But a 16-year age gap is difficult to overcome.

-Then I moved to New York. -New York?

-Yeah. -I'd love to go there someday.

It's... it's amazing.

I met Kevin there.

We were together a year. I came back.

A long-distance relationship for another year.

It's a bit like that movie, you know? The Parent Trap.

Yeah.

The one from the '60s with Maureen O'Hara,

not the Lindsay Lohan version,

that awful remake.

It's terrible, isn't it?

If I thought a 16-year age gap was hard,

I realized 8,000 km is even worse.

-So you like movies? -Love them.

Me too. I love them.

Really?

Which movie have you seen recently that you really liked?

I thought you were being serious.

No.

My third boyfriend liked jokes like that.

Right.

I loved it, honestly.

It seemed like everything would work out with Jaume.

Just one problem. He was an architect. Like me.

-You're an architect? -Yes.

-Wow. -Yes. That made the relationship...

We got each other, but we always ended up talking about work.

All of our conversations ended up being about Zaha Hadid.

-Right. -You know her?

-What? -Zaha Hadid.

Of course, sorry, I didn't understand you.

-Really? -Yeah, I love her.

Me too. She's unbelievable.

Yeah, wow.

The way she integrates such innovative volumes

into organic environments.

Exactly. When I'm asked about Zaha,

I say, "Organic volumes..."

Exactly. Do you like any other architects?

Well... So...

-Excuse me a moment. -Yeah, sure.

-Sorry. -No worries.

Okay.

Everything okay?

She's pissed. And rightly so.

-Go. I've got it under control. -Like this?

I'll ask Javi to help.

He won't be able to.

I'm going to strangle him with his necklaces when he's done.

Your date?

Probably won't go anywhere.

-Not your type. -I thought that at first.

But the more we talk, the more interesting I find him.

-What's the problem? -He's the only one talking.

-He doesn't listen? -No.

I don't know what to say.

Choose a topic you like.

-Like what? -Do I have to tell you?

-Go on. -I told her everything.

I bared my soul to her,

and it wasn't even fucking her!

Thank you.

Thank you all very much, thank you.

Remember, no one can tell you who you have to be

or what you have to feel.

And if someone tries, what do we say?

-Keena Mandrah! -That's right!

Keena Mandrah! What a drag!

I'm going to loosen my corset.

See you for the second part of the show.

Don't stray too far, like our friend,

he loves the restroom, and drink up, bitches.

My feet.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I already apologized, hon. In front of everyone.

Nobody knew about Ibiza, not even Patri.

Oh, I'm sorry.

-Why didn't you warn me? -How could I?

You sang like a canary.

You want to blame me for your fight?

Well, yes, Javi, yes.

You can't go on stage and talk about people's private lives.

Excuse me, half of my show is like that.

-I'm not one of your fans. -What?

I'm being serious, Javi.

You want to talk seriously?

Let's have a serious conversation, then.

I'll start.

The problem isn't that I told your girlfriend you're going to Ibiza.

It's that you didn't tell her you're going to Ibiza

when you knew for a month.

Timing wasn't right.

Well, now it is. You say, "Thanks," and I say, "Sure."

That's not the right way to do things. It's too important...

If it's so important, Vero, why are you here fighting with me?

Why don't you go and find her and try to fix things?

Sort out what?

Well, you'll be retiring soon.

Nothing to sort out.

I started working when I was 15. They'll have to carry me out in a coffin.

What about you? We've talked about me.

I'm not the one leading an adventurous life.

You've traveled the world. I'm sure you have loads of good stories.

And a lover in every port.

I'm sure you've had plenty of admirers.

None. Not since Juan passed away.

I don't believe you.

Well, I wasn't exactly a nun.

But nothing serious.

I couldn't imagine life with anyone but him.

Happens a lot.

The person you love leaves, but the love

stays with you.

You think it'll fade with time, but no.

It stays with you. Strong as ever.

Until the day comes when

you don't know what to do with it.

Ramiro.

Were you happy all these years?

Yes.

Very much so.

Why don't you set the table?

The tablecloth's in the top drawer.

It's just, you find so many things.

You see some profiles and think, "Oh my God," right?

There are architects paid millions to design shit that falls down.

They're the worst. Know what we call them?

The Ripoffs. Get it?

-We say... -Do you go to the gym?

-What? -I like Metropolitan.

I just joined Club Natació Barceloneta for the pools.

The machines aren't great, but the private beach access...

It's nice to finish a workout,

put on your bathing suit, and take a dip in the sea.

-You go to two gyms? -Yes.

It's not too expensive.

And Metropolitan's upper body machines are much better.

You should see them train delts and traps at the Barceloneta.

-Embarrassing. -No.

My friends agree.

We should write in and complain.

You can't have three calf machines!

And nowhere you can train shoulders.

-It's awful. -Awf... Unacceptable.

No.

-Do you go every day? -No.

Sundays are rest days.

Do you spend a lot of time there?

A couple of hours.

I'm not obsessed, you know?

It's summer soon. I might start CrossFit.

-It's December. -True.

Never too late to start.

New Year's Eve is coming up, Carnival...

-You don't do it for yourself? -What do you mean?

You train all week so you can get your abs out in clubs.

Wait, I mean,

I enjoy it, and it makes me feel good.

But if I happen to like it and I can take my shirt off,

even better, right?

The restroom?

The restroom? At the back, on the right.

Okay. I'll go.

This guy's an idiot. I mean, really stupid.

I'm an asshole. A barman!

How many times have I said, "No barmen, no actors"? How many?

You can't get any fucking lower.

Weren't you in love?

He's hot. He's really hot.

He's a walking cliché.

The Queen Mother of the gays.

So you're coming to dinner, then?

Yeah, anything but this.

-Yes! -But no costume.

No way. Get yourself something.

Have you seen the time? Everything is closed.

I'll bring one. My daughter has angel wings.

Put a sheet on, a tunic, and you're good.

Who am I supposed to be?

Seriously? Daedalus.

Icarus's father.

-He built the Minotaur's labyrinth. -I know him.

Great. Go straight there. I'll take care of the rest.

-Okay. -Excellent!

-Bye. -Great.

-Wait. Be careful, okay? -Why?

Don't get too close to the sun. Remember Icarus?

You're so annoying.

He hung up.

-Can you start on Tuesday? -Sure.

Afternoons are the main problem.

I look after them when Albert can't pick them up.

-But now I have to work. -All good things must come to an end.

I can't wait to get back to work, Najat. Honestly.

I'll work nights for the baby, so I can look after him in the day.

-Okay. -Them.

-Don't start. -But we talked about it.

-We agreed it wasn't necessary. -But it is.

Just because Ariel has a penis doesn't mean he's a boy.

We're using "they/them" until they choose their gender.

He does. He wants to be the most modern of us.

-I don't mind. Say what you want. -But be neutral if you can.

-It might not come naturally. -See.

It's easy. Here's an example.

"They're already awake." Always "they."

Not "he." Not "she." "They."

-Do you understand? -Enough.

I don't want to persist with gender stereotypes.

We didn't do it with the others, and they're fine.

If one of them turns out to be trans,

we'll love them and help them in any way we can!

But this is too much.

-Excuse me a moment. -Sure.

Hello?

Oh God, is she okay?

-It's Najat, right? -Yes.

Where are you from?

Here.

Of course, I meant which neighborhood.

I know what you meant.

Progressive but still old-fashioned.

Got it. Okay, don't worry. I'll be right there.

I'll tell Albert, and I'll be right there.

The restaurant.

The chef had an accident, and they need me to cover.

You need to cancel dinner.

Your cousin just had her second,

a real ugly duckling.

-Don't exaggerate, Yessenia. -What?

Show her a photo. He's like a woolly monkey.

No need for that, Mom.

You'll never guess who broke up.

I predicted it on their wedding day.

It'll be over in a flash.

-I told you. -They've been together for ten years.

Your Marco Antonio.

-Great, isn't it? -Why great?

You're both single now, my dear.

Mom, that's not going to happen.

Why? Got a secret boyfriend over there?

He wants to go to Spain, and you're a cute couple.

Mom, it's not happening. Don't be annoying.

Alright, calm down a little. Okay?

Our girl is feisty.

I have to go.

We have a surprise.

-Don't tell her now. -Why not?

-I can't talk now. Love you, bye. -Wait...

Hi.

How long have you known?

We'd just got the mortgage.

We were starting to renovate.

I didn't think I'd get it. There were lots of candidates.

But they chose you, and you chose not to say anything.

I didn't know how. You were happy about our home.

Of course I was!

And what would've made me even happier?

My girlfriend telling me she was offered her dream job.

So we could celebrate together.

Because that's what would've happened. Did you think I wouldn't be happy for you?

I don't know.

Do you think I'd hold you back?

Me?

You don't know me at all.

I've been planning this dinner for five months!

We chose the date before Ariel was born!

I know. What can I do? They're in the middle of service.

-You're on leave. They can't force you. -I want to go.

It's illegal! They shouldn't ask.

I'm going back on Tuesday. I can't let them down now.

So you'll let me down?

It's just dinner.

It's not just dinner.

People are coming to Barcelona especially for it.

I haven't seen them for 15 years, probably won't again.

Don't be so dramatic.

Your plans aren't ruined.

-Excuse me? -What?

-I've given things up too. -Really?

More than you. More important than your dinner.

-It's not my fault you're bitter. -What?

It's why you're pissed.

That I want to have one day of fun.

You could go parachuting if you want,

but not today. Okay?

-What? -What?

You're arguing loudly.

Are the children there?

They're in the kitchen.

I can stay tonight, if you want.

We don't want to force you.

She said she could. Didn't you, Najat?

Sure, no problem.

There we go, then!

Thank you.

-I'll tell the kids. -Yes.

I owe you one, Najat.

See you later.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Well...

Were you at the Dua Lipa concert?

I couldn't get tickets, but one of my exes works at Matinée and got me a VIP pass.

Cool.

You don't go out much, do you?

Yes, but I prefer other types of bars.

Oh yeah? Which ones?

Like La Federica, for example, in Poble-sec.

-Don't know it. -You wouldn't like it.

-Why not? -It's not like this bar.

-Different vibe. -What kind of vibe?

Well, more alternative, less posing.

-Posing? -You know what I mean.

You mean the people who come here are nasty?

-No, I didn't mean that. -And fake?

What did you mean?

No, I mean, the clientele is different.

They're cooler there. We're posers here.

-No, you've got it wrong. -Then, tell me.

-Don't get upset. -No.

-I'm not. -You are.

Just tell me.

Nobody looks down at you if you're not full of clenbuterol.

It's okay if you have bad teeth,

if you're chubby, not from a Bel Ami movie.

-Álex. -What?!

Sorry.

I'm gonna go.

Stay for a while.

I'll see you when you're not so busy, when you've got more time.

Call me, okay?

Tell him to stay. I'm going. You'd rather be with him.

Why do you think that?

Be honest, okay?

If you'd seen my photo on Instagram, would you have met up with me?

Why wouldn't I?

Guys like you never date guys like me, Álex.

Even if it was true, is it any wonder?

It's obvious. You only care about looks.

Has anyone told you?

-That you're ugly or unattractive? -No.

If they've never said it, maybe it isn't true?

You think people look down at you,

they won't talk to you, so you end up sitting in the corner, sour-faced.

I can guarantee, no one will come and say, "Hello."

They wouldn't anyway.

Not with that attitude.

What should I do, then? Tell me.

Should I smile all the time?

Talk about stupid, shallow things, like,

"Summer in Mykonos or Ibiza?"

What about Eurovision or RuPaul's Drag Race?

You don't have to talk about '70s black and white movies.

They'd been filming in color for three decades!

Whatever. The thing is no one likes a snob.

-I'm not a snob. -I like movies too.

But I don't recite the directors of the movies I watched recently.

You wouldn't know them anyway!

You're insulting me? Seriously?

You started it.

-Know what I don't get? -God.

People like you always criticize people like me,

but deep down you want to be like us.

I don't want to be like you.

But you can't wait to fuck me.

It's all you've been thinking about since you saw me.

But you immediately assume I don't want to,

so you get defensive and attack me.

I need more than good looks to hook up with.

So do I.

Yeah, sure.

Wait a minute.

You're right.

I'll be honest.

If I'd seen your photo before we met,

I probably wouldn't have met you

because you're not my usual type.

-See? That's what I mean. -But...

Okay, what?

I promise while we were talking, I thought,

"This guy is fascinating."

"He's smart. You could learn a lot from him."

You don't have to be nice now.

I found you really attractive.

You blew it when you insulted me.

You're just saying that.

Okay. You can believe what you want.

No! You never found me attractive.

You're saying it to be the good guy.

I thought you'd get laid.

You'd never fuck someone like me.

Shall I prove it?

No. Thank you.

You want it.

-I'd rather cut my dick off. -Know what your problem is?

You're mad that I make your dick hard.

Deep down you're dying to see me naked.

And suck my dick.

And play with my ass, right?

I love being fucked.

Then I can fuck you, if you want.

I'm flexible.

But I think

I'd like it a lot more if you fucked me.

First, we'd have to see if you can, right?

Excuse me?

I know I'm a little intimidating.

It wouldn't be the first time someone got too nervous.

Hey, you can't be here!

You're used to wrapping "homusexuals" around your finger.

-I'm not like them. -Really?

You think having abs and being hot means you're better than others.

You're not a patch on me in bed.

If I don't hook up with you, it's because I don't want to.

Yes, very mature.

Yeah, right.

Keena!

The next song is very special.

Adán and Yago requested it.

It was playing in the club the day they first kissed.

They played it at their wedding, and we're playing it today

as they celebrate 30 years together.

Let's have a round of applause. I love you both.

Oh, love.

Love exists, bitches.

Life tries to convince us otherwise.

Don't pay attention to it.

Love is there. Somewhere, waiting.

And if you're lucky enough to find it,

don't fuck it up. Look after it.

Water it as if it were the most delicate plant.

Because you run the risk of it withering forever.

We shouldn't ask ourselves why love comes into our lives.

We must grab it, with both hands,

so it doesn't escape.

Sometimes it's hard to recognize,

so keep an eye out

because any moment can be the start of something magical.

The moment when you grow wings and learn to fly again.