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Lorena, I've loved you...

ever since I met you, that afternoon on the road...

waiting for me with your striped suitcase.

I love you.

You can be safe in the knowledge that from now on

my only aim in life

will be to make you happy.

You won't regret it, Lorena.

Well...

Come on. I've loved you ever since I met...

The afternoon I met you...

on the road with the striped suitcase.

Loreno, I mean, fuck... Lorena, I've loved you...

ever since I met you on the road, waiting for you...

I hope...

Relax. I love you, I love you.

I love you, Lorena, on the road, with your suitcase...

-Fuck! Dickhead, clown! -Watch where you're going!

When I saw you with the striped suitcase...

waiting for me...

Let's see... I love you, that's the way it is.

Safe in the knowledge

that my only aim in life will be to make you happy.

Happiness is very important to me.

When you and I are with the suitcases...

Take it easy.

-How was your weekend? -Just as well it's over.

-Because? -My mother makes

my head pound. My father spends it asleep

and only wakes up to give me a hard time.

The usual parents stuff.

-You know? -Yes.

It's because they love you.

Did they say "as long as you live in my house" again?

What do you think?

I'd love not to live in their house,

-but I can't say that. -You're only there on weekends.

I break my back Monday to Friday

for a pittance 300 km from home because

I haven't found anything better, and on my two days off

I want peace and quiet and for them not to bug me.

Next time you can stay at my place.

What does that mean?

So they leave you in peace. You know?

Are you making a proposition?

No. I mean for you.

It's nothing to me. You know my place is empty.

You don't want to take advantage of a young girl like me?

-Come on, you're 30. -Hey, 29!

Sorry, I overshot, forgive me.

Listen, Lorena...

What?

When I saw you waiting for me with the striped suitcase...

What I want in life is...

What?

It's very important to me, Lorena.

-What do you want?? -I want you to be safe in...

-Safe in what? -in the... the...

The safety belt, put it on.

The safety belt, with the beep-beep-beep...

-Okay. Okay, sure. -Forgive me. I...

That's it. It's on.

-Who else is coming today? -A pain.

He sent me loads of WhatsApps,

changing the pickup spot as if he were a minister.

And a fat man is coming, an IT guy,

he seems nice.

I hope he's not like the one last time.

The IT guy?

Remember he sat in back and didn't open his mouth the whole trip?

But that's not bad, is it?

I prefer a quiet guy to those who tell you their life story.

I'm always telling you my life story.

But your life is more interesting.

Wriggle out of it!

At first you were in back very prim and proper,

but later you loosened up.

Because you pressured me.

You were so serious, with the tie, your face like...

I was a bit pissed off.

I was 6 months out of a divorce.

Just as well I thought of this, or I'd be without a car.

And we know that if he loses his car...

Laugh, but in my company I can't mention this ridesharing.

No, no.

People don't respect you if they think you're doing badly.

Of course not.

I work in a high-tech company

-with branches worldwide. -Yes.

-With very stuffy people. -Yes.

No, it's like...

I was kidding, eh?

Lorena.

What I was saying before...

when I was telling you about the striped suitcase...

No... In the... There he is.

Hi. How are you?

Listen, one thing... I get carsick.

Mind if you go in front?

-No, no, it's fine. -No, no. Look here...

It's horrible, last time I made a real mess.

In this huge machine I'm worried I'll...

-Relax, it's fine. -Lorena... Lorena.

-It's alright. -Lorena.

-Thanks, cutie. -You're welcome.

-You're Julian, right? -Yes.

-Lorena... -Look here. Get in here.

Do something, do something.

Well, let's go, right?

-Honey, are you okay in back? -Yes.

Yes? Shall I move the seat?

-No, no. I'm fine, really. -Okay.

I know you. You serve drinks in PachAj, right?

-No, I don't serve drinks. -You don't?

-Are you sure? -Yes.

-She knows if she does or not. -Yes...

Curly hair, nice bod...

You've mistaken me for someone. I'm telling you I don't...

-Yes, they're all hotties. -Yes, I don't doubt it,

-but I don't... -Yes, go ahead.

I'm heading for the airport, but go ahead.

Seriously?

Seriously?

You mental case. What did you tell them?

Look, you have to set things straight.

Got me? You're the boss there.

Why have we stopped?

We're waiting for someone else.

More people? But weren't there three of us?

Tell him to piss off. Sure!

No, loads of people can do what they do.

-Are you sure we're meeting here? -Yes.

-In front of the Sacred Heart. -We'll talk later, okay?

If anything happens, call me.

And don't sweat it. Ciao, ciao.

What's going on?

We're waiting for someone.

Waiting? If they're not here, they're not here.

-We can wait five minutes. -Hey...

If we all do that...

5 minutes for me, 5 for you, and we're half an hour late.

-We'll make it up. -Sure, sure.

Yes, but no, it's not that.

You know? It's the attitude.

No wonder the Germans complain about us.

We're late for everything, shit.

We're just waiting 5 minutes for someone who's late.

Isn't that him?

-No, that's not him. -He has a suitcase.

We're waiting for someone older and fatter.

Hey! Hey!

-Kid! -Please.

He's an idiot! Dude!

Kid! Look at him. Here!

Here he comes.

-He sure isn't fat. -That's not him.

Are you Julian?

-Yes. You're not Carlos. -Yes, let's say so.

Hello.

-The profile isn't... -Let me put my bag away, OK?

Alright... Hello.

The profile is my cousin's. True.

I didn't want to create an account.

-How are you? I'm Sergio. -Look here, Sergio...

I get it, you need to know who's getting in your car.

Sure.

I don't know, whatever. I'll go if you want.

No, no.

The main thing really is to have some reference.

A telephone... Who cares about the photo?

Yes, yes, I know. But then anything can happen

and who's responsible? Your cousin?

What's going to happen?

It's as if I posted a photo of this car

-and turn up with a van. -In this case,

the van would be the cousin. I could be the van and...

And what am I?

-l explained myself badly. -My cousin isn't a van.

-No. -He's a wonderful person.

I don't doubt it.

-And he cooks fucking great. -Really?

Yes.

Check it out. He made this yesterday.

A turbot.

With gummy bears.

-What? -What do you think?

We really go wild.

You have to come and try the MalasaA+a lasagna.

-Jeez... -What's it say on the back?

"The Asylum", the name of the restaurant. What do you think?

We're really nuts, man.

-I like it, it's very original. -Yes? You like it?

Yes, it's cool.

So, shall we go? Are we waiting for your cousin?

Go, go. No fear, let's go.

Shall I put on some music, Lorena?

Do you like Vangelis?

-Well... -No, wait. Put on E.L.O.

-What? -E.L.O.

Electric Light Orchestra.

"Mr. Blue Sky".

"Mr. Blue Sky". Pure magic, man.

I'll put it on.

Here it goes, here it goes!

Go, go!

Look, look, look.

I've got goosebumps!

Check out those highs.

It's like the Bee Gees, the Bee Gees.

Go!

Go, go, lads!

This is the shit.

Check out the keyboards.

I don't know if it has keyboards, but check it out. Keyboard solo.

That's wild.

Do I put on the AC? Up, down? Are you alright, Lorena?

I'm fine, as usual.

Oh, you know each other?

Yes, we've done lots of kilometers together, right, Julian?

-At weekends we go up and down. -What?

At weekends we go up to Bilbao and down to Madrid.

It's the reverse: up to Madrid and down to Bilbao.

No, Bilbao is up.

Mistake!

Bilbao's at sea level, Madrid's on a plateau.

-But on the map it's up. -Sure, we go up

and then down.

To see your boyfriend?

No, she doesn't have a boyfriend.

You don't have a boyfriend?

No, no. We split up a year ago.

And nothings turned up? I don't believe it.

It's not that easy.

It's not that easy?

You just don't want it.

She doesn't want just anyone.

But in all this time you'll have met someone you like.

Where? Here in the car?

Lots of people rideshare to hook up.

She doesn't.

What's up with you? You act like her mother.

Sorry to butt in, Lorena. Rodrigo's your name, right?

-Yes, Rodrigo. -Look, Rodrigo,

I don't know you, nor do I have to give you any explanations,

but I will. When Lorena looks for a relationship

she wants it to be stable. She's after a reasonable,

sensible person, in whom she can trust.

She's sick of brats who only want some fun, and then nothing.

Yes or no?

Well...

Honey, you have to enjoy life.

-What? -Yes.

Life is short. Flings, affairs...

Experiences, that's what you need.

With guys, girls... Have you ever been with a girl?

What? Excuse me?

-What's wrong? -Did you have a rough time?

No, no way. But right now I'm not looking for a relationship.

-I'm fine like this. -Alone.

-Yes, alone. -Me too.

I'm great like this, no complications.

Still, it's been a week since...

You haven't fucked for a week?

Can we change the subject, please?

What's wrong, Julian? A long drought?

There's a study at some U.S. university,

-I don't recall the name... -What do you do, Rodrigo?

Who, me? Let's me see...

I'm a Renaissance man.

-Right. -I've always got ideas.

All the time, all the time. I can't help it,

it's terrible. But I have a notebook.

I write them down, I'm implementing various systems.

I write as much as I can, I connect things... As I was saying...

I have a small company, cellphone recycling.

-Recycling? -We reuse them.

I buy disused cellphones in Germany

and resell them in the Congo, which is an emerging market.

I hold conferences around the world too.

I had a beautiful program of self-help conferences,

but it was cancelled.

Actually, I cancelled it all because the main thing now

is something I've got going...

I can't talk about it because it's confidential.

-It's going to be big. -And you rideshare with us?

Yes, precisely.

Here, now, with you, chatting and such...

It gives me life. Yes or no?

-Yes. -This is life, yes or no?

-Yes, the truth is... -How are the cellphones going?

That's... fantastic.

It's a beautiful program we're carrying out,

because a cellphone is treasure there.

Sure.

What's waste here is gold there.

You mean you sell them at gold prices.

Not at all, a very competitive price.

They don't have a camera, but you think:

"Who wants to take photos there?".

Photos of what, a hut?

They live another way. They're not on Instagram,

they've got another, more authentic thing going.

Yeah, man. I was in Kenya last year.

-Was it authentic? -Authentic...

We were digging a well so that they'd have water.

See? Water, earth, wind... That's fucking life.

An NGO that supports indigenous communities

-called me to lend a hand. -That's nice, man. Beautiful.

-You must've enjoyed it heaps. -Yes, but the rains came

and the flood washed away half of the houses.

But it ended well, right?

They were put in a refugee camp,

then guerrillas crossed the border

-and stole what little they had left. -There are problems everywhere.

Hey, I need to piss.

Apart from the turbot, what else do you do?

-Me? -Yes.

Hook up with you.

That's disgusting.

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry, lady. Sorry.

1.50.

Yes, but keep it short. Airplane WiFi costs a fortune.

Go ahead.

-You don't have 1.507 -By card.

Fernando, be decisive, decisive.

No, no. No buts.

-But what do you do in life? -What do I do?

-Yes. -Play the guitar.

But something else? Some hobby...?

You want to know more? You want to know more, eh?

I have a boat. In Altea, a little sailboat.

Maybe I'll go there on the weekend.

Join me?

- work weekends. -A lie.

On weekends you see your parents. If you miss one...

Well, I think I could try.

No!

No buts about it. Delete "but" from your vocabulary.

Go for it, got me?

Purchases must be over 6 euros.

-Over 6 euros? -You have to buy

something else if you want to use the card.

But I don't want anything else.

Can I get this? I'm in a big hurry.

Hold on, pal, I'll be done soon.

-Hey, you can't smoke here. -Why not?

Why do you think?

Why not buy some gum to put it over 6 euros?

I don't want gum. Do I look like I want gum?

Don't give me gum.

-I don't want gum. -Buy something else.

Why give me gum?

I don't want anything else. That's how multinationals get rich.

Why do I have to spend 67 Don't you see he's manipulating me?

-Me? -Sure!

6 euros from me, 6 from you, 6 from the lady...

It's armed robbery! Hands up, right?

Okay, I'll swipe the card.

This is incredible.

See what I was saying, Fernando? Be decisive.

Make a stand or you get chewed up.

1.50.

6 months for my cousin, 6 months for me.

But when you're in a restaurant it's flat-out,

it's a lot of work: suppliers and such...

What you make in 6 months is enough to live on.

Plenty. I said to myself: "What do you want,

to earn double or live twice as much?".

-Many choose to earn double. -Sure, and when do you spend it?

That's true too, I hadn't thought about that.

And half the year you do nothing.

-What? I never stop, but without plans. -Improvising?

Sometimes I go to the airport, grab a plane and go wherever.

The typical thing.

Last year I went to Patagonia to watch whales.

You have to improvise. If you think, you don't do it.

Don't laugh, you should learn from him.

What, how to cook with gummy bears?

To not take yourself so seriously, to go with the flow a bit.

You guys here go with the flow.

-I put up the car and drive. -Don't be mean, I'm just saying

-it's not bad to be spontaneous. -I am spontaneous.

If you were spontaneous, you'd write in your diary:

"1:45 pm. Be spontaneous".

You do that?

Denied.

Impossible, swipe it again, please.

-I've swiped it twice. -Give it here.

I've been waiting 20 minutes to buy a chicken sandwich.

It's the terminal.

Do you mind if I serve these people?

Hold on, try this.

It's a Social Security card.

Sorry, sorry. Here, this.

This one for sure.

-Denied. -It's over! That's it!

If you can't pay for the fucking chips, then go.

We can't wait for your fucking cards to work.

-Alright, here. -What are you doing?

-1.50, right? There you go. -No, no, I can't accept.

-Yes, it's fine. -I didn't come here begging.

-For God's sake! -It doesn't matter.

It does matter, because it looks like

I'm causing a scene so you pay for the chips.

I don't need you to pay for the chips.

That's all very well, but we have to go.

Where the hell is this guy?

These crooks are in cahoots with the banks

to squeeze 6 euros out of us if we buy chips or not.

-So they get the commission. -Commission?

-Yes. -Look, you're taking

the fucking 1.50 and paying for the fucking chips!

-Rodrigo, what's wrong? -Nothing. People don't realize

that these thugs are conning us.

-This asshole is your friend? -Hey!

-Not really a friend... -Watch the finger.

Take that camera away or I'll punch your lights out.

No touching...

-Lose the fucking camera. -No touching...

Respect my personal space.

-I'll punch your lights out. -That's violence, I can report you.

-Violence? -Take it easy.

This is violence, asshole!

Take that!

-Come here! -Please, please!

Watch out for me!

-Please, lady! -Watch out for me!

-Lady! -I'm filming everything.

What is this?

Watch out! A bit of respect!

What are you filming, your creep?

Guys, we're going. We're going.

-He didn't pay for the chips! -What?

-Quickly! -What's wrong?

Come here, you bastard!

-Where are you going? -Let's go!

Yes, if you feel like it, start her up.

If I catch you, I'll kill you!

I don't get it, Julian, you're so peace-loving.

-I was defending myself. -You're on here hitting a lady.

No, I tried to get her off because she was biting me.

You can see that?

People love watching this stuff.

5 minutes and it has 3000 views.

-Watch out! I'm filming! -You put it on the Internet?

No, I made a "story". People share it.

-What right do you have? -I filmed it.

-But they hit me. -Julian, relax. Breathe.

Inhale down deep

and let go of your inner rage.

-What rage? -Hey, you lost control.

You have frustration management issues.

They wanted to kill me, Lorena.

You're the only one landing punches here.

-Look... -Put down the phone. It's over.

What are you doing?

Shit, I've got a call.

What's up, you freak? I wanted to talk to you.

Fine. Miraculously.

Oh, you've seen it?

You've seen it?

Nothing, someone got into a fight

and we had to drag him out.

Yes, it's crazy stuff. People are unhinged.

And you? You could've done something.

-Didn't you see we weren't coming out? -No, I can't.

Is it against your religion?

I have a black belt in taekwondo.

It's forbidden to use violence on people who have

-no martial arts knowledge. -Fucking great.

Think what you like, I can kill a person

with two fingers. The fingers of death.

That's from Bruce Lee.

Watch out, Bruce Lee was killed for revealing secrets of kung fu.

Not you, I'm talking to the driver taking me to Madrid.

Many people think it's violence,

but you take advantage of the strength

of your rival...

-Ya! -...and use it against him.

Right.

-That's judo. -It's not judo, it's taekwondo.

That's judo.

Wikipedia:

"It is the way to accept things just as they arise

in order to change them advantageously."

-Exactly, judo. -Do you know judo, Julian?

Yes, jeez, I know judo.

Sorry, you never told me. You never said so.

Because I don't boast about what I do,

saying I kill people with two fingers.

-Do you have a black belt? -I gave it up, I had no time.

-Brown? -Brown, no.

-Blue. -No.

Orange.

-Yellow then. -White-yellow.

Like my nephew.

Then your nephew can tell you it's judo, not taekwondo.

"You can be safe in the knowledge that from now on..."

-What are you doing? -Wait, there's more.

-Stop that. -Look.

Stop that, please.

"When I saw you on the road with your striped..."

-Stop that! -What is this?

Put it down. They're my things.

Hey!

-Stop doing that! -Look out!

Sign the second sheet too.

You keep the copy and this is for me.

My car, fuck, my car.

-Jesus fucking Christ. -Calm down.

-Calm down. -Jesus Christ on the Cross.

Breath test. Blow in here.

Harder.

Harder. Keep blowing. Harder.

Keep blowing. Blow until I tell you.

Okay. Keep the nozzle.

Arms out and walk.

As well? Isn't the test enough?

-No. Walk the line. -Do as he says.

Arms out, stay on it.

Stay on the white line!

You didn't reach the end.

Now.

Turn around. Don't get distracted. Come back.

Come back.

Stop. Put your index finger on your nose.

Shut your eyes or it's invalid.

-Touch it again. -Hey, this is...

-With your other hand. -Do as they say.

-You have to cooperate with justice. -Shut up.

And that eye?

I don't know. From the crash...

Tell the truth, it comes out later.

It's from the accident...

It's not, Julian, and you know it.

He just got into a fight with people at a gas station.

He had a serious altercation,

I think it upset him. He's very sensitive,

-though he doesn't look it. -Shut your fucking mouth.

-Hey, relax. -l am relaxed.

I've never had an accident in my damn life.

I've got all my points. I can't get any more.

This is over, right, officer? What will it be?

Four? Six maybe?

Yes, reckless driving is six.

Reckless driving. Indeed, six points less

-and a 500-euro fine. -Thank you.

-Excuse me, can I go now? -Yes, thank you for your cooperation.

See? Politeness solves everything.

-Stick politeness up your ass! -That's it!

On the car!

-Give me your other hand. -Let go! There's no need for this.

-Call Central for backup. -Right now.

It's alright. When your father calms down, we'll let him go.

-I'm not her father! -Don't contradict me.

Don't make things worse.

Plead guilty and they'll let you go free, right, officer?

I scratched a car, it's not murder.

Lower your tone. Your friend's right, don't make it harder for me.

Calm down or I'll have to cuff you.

-I'm good. -Are you sure?

I'm calm.

-Maybe I can drive now. -You're not fucking driving my car!

-Don't get cocky! -Julian, Julian.

-Look here, Julian. -There.

Are you calm?

-Yes? I'm letting you go. -Yes.

-Stop being cocky. -I'm good.

Sorry, officer, but he has a thing about his car...

Get going. Don't let me find out he's behind the wheel again.

Don't worry, officer, I'll see to it.

Man, you're very tense.

Lady, get in the car, we're going.

In my conferences I talk precisely about this.

You have to handle these situations firmly,

but make it clear that they have the upper hand.

Do you understand?

Shall we go?

I'm going for a piss, if you don't mind.

And cheer up, Julian, nothing happened!

Yes, go ahead.

The what?

Shouldn't you sit in back since Rodrigo gets carsick?

-Fuck him. -What if he vomits on the upholstery?

That smell doesn't go away.

Don't shit me.

No, I'm in a bathroom and it's a bit tricky.

-And you? You haven't said a word. -I didn't want to make things worse.

Right, taekwondo...

Listen...

That's it exactly.

Yes.

Look at him.

Sometimes you have to go slowly...

or go from one place to another.

He's pissing and talking on the phone at the same time.

You have to choose. I either go here or there.

I bet he puts the other photo on the fucking social networks.

-Fuck, man, the photo. -I can't stand him.

I regret the moment I let him in my car.

So let's go.

-What? -You're right.

It's your car, you're in charge.

That feels good, man.

Let's go.

-Are you sure? -Start her up.

Move, move, move!

Hey!

You smartasses, I'm here!

Fuck!

Yes! Yes!

Fuck yeah!

Did you see his face?

This feels fucking great!

I so wanted to get this guy off my back.

-He was like a black cloud. -A Gypsy curse.

-He was a pain but this is too much. -Too much?

It's not right.

I got beaten up defending him,

they made me blow into a tube,

-it's his fault I fucked my car. -They took six points off you.

It wasn't enough. We should put it in reverse

and run him over again and again until he's dead.

It's a figure of speech, Lorena.

Is that conference stuff true?

Who'd waste their time listening to this guy?

-Don't shit me. -We left him on the freeway.

Relax, someone will pick him up.

-On a freeway? -It may take a few hours.

He'll become an urban legend.

Instead of the girl on the curve, the creep on the curve.

You're very funny, very.

-Hilarious. -We didn't do anything to him.

We accepted things just as they arose.

-To change them advantageously. -Like in judo.

Or taekwondo.

Shit, shit, shit!

What's wrong?

His bag.

His bag, man.

So he left his bag...

-What if he reports us for theft? -Just what you needed,

-a police report as well. -We leave it here, in the ditch.

-He'll come and pick it up. -Come and pick it up?

-If he walks, he'll pass by here. -What if it's stolen?

Bad luck. What we're not doing is going back.

No.

Never. Not for all the gold in the world.

I refuse. No way.

It's here and there's no one.

- don't think he went back. -Maybe he went on the other side.

Or he was picked up and he's on the way to Madrid

earbashing someone. It's absurd, let's forget it.

Let's go.

-He went that way. -How do you know?

Look at the tracks.

What do we do?

I don't believe it.

I can't believe we're looking for him.

Do you know what time it is? What time will we get to Madrid?

-Julian, for God's sake. -What?

You've had a day... I don't recognize you.

You've been unbearable since we left.

That guy riled me up.

-It's not him, it's something else. -No, there's nothing else.

-Yes, you're acting weird. -I'm not.

-Yes. -Well, yes, I'm acting weird.

Bitter. And you make faces.

If I'm such a drag, stop the car and I'll get out.

Piss off.

Forgive me. It all had to happen today.

I wanted a quiet trip to Madrid, enjoying your company,

as usual.

And in back, a normal guy and a fat IT guy,

which was what we'd arranged.

I spend the week choosing the people

to accompany us so that they wouldn't bother us

and I get the Congo looney and the other one bending your ear.

You're not jealous?

-Me? -Yes.

-Me, jealous? -Yes.

You say you spend the week

selecting who'll travel with us

and choose the most "inoffensive" one, so...

What? What are you saying?

Now [ think of it, in the 6 months we've been traveling together,

this is the first cute guy to get in the car,

and he's handsome. I mean, handsome, eh?

The rest are fat,

bordering on ugly, plug ugly.

You're losing your mind...

You and I do this trip because it's convenient, period.

I thought there was something more.

Listen, Lorena, I don't choose the people

on the app to score with you, is that clear?

Besides, I don't want to score with you.

Because if I did want to score with a woman,

-I'd look for someone more mature. -Mature?

Yes, with more experience.

More polished, intellectually, I mean.

-Are you calling me stupid? -No. Fuck.

It sounds like that's what you mean: I'm stupid.

-I didn't explain it right. -Yes, you said it.

Julian, I'll tell you something.

If I wanted to fuck someone,

I'd never choose a control freak

obsessed with his car and his high-tech job

who leaves people stranded at the drop of a hat.

Good, then it's all clear.

Perfect.

Just so I understand, if I want to bang this guy,

for example,

I could.

-You and I would stay the same. -The same.

We could keep going up and down, as we have up to now,

and it's all fine.

Up and down. Your sex life is no concern of mine.

What happened?

-Did I miss something? -Not much.

And this guy hasn't turned up?

No. We've driven for ages and apparently not.

He's not there?

-Where? -In that place.

You won't believe my style, look.

Go, doggie!

There he is, calm as you please.

-Go there, I'll do a bridge. -Let's see...

Fuck, guys! What's up?

See? What was I telling you?

Here they are. I'll introduce you.

Gracia, Amparo and Rosa.

-Rosario. -Rosario, that's right.

This is wonderful. You have to try it.

There's an all-included program.

Massages with grapes, peeling, exfoliations...

You'll be like new, really.

No, thanks.

-Thanks. -She can't either. You're driving.

Listen, Rodrigo.

-We wanted to apologize. -Oh, yeah?

What for?

For leaving you stranded on the freeway.

It was the typical joke that went sour.

We wanted to scare you

and when we got back, you weren't there.

Right. That's what I thought.

Since you didn't come back, I said:

"I'll stop in for wine therapy at the hotel

and call them later". Since you took my bag,

-I knew you'd be back. -Sure, that's it.

Because it was a joke. So, let's get going.

-Now? -We can't waste any more time.

Please, have a shower and we'll leave for Madrid.

I'm going to miss the exfoliation.

It's awesome, they rub your whole body

with grape seeds and honey. Your skin's like a baby's bottom.

-I want to try it. -Lorena, don't shit me.

Now that we're here.

You have nothing to exfoliate, your skin is perfect.

Please, let's go, it's really late.

The traffic is terrible now. It's best to wait two hours

-until it settles down. -True. Here is better

than being stuck on the road.

-What are you doing? -Stripping off.

-Sure, sure, but you can't. -Oh, no? Why can't you?

Maybe tomorrow he'll be at the North Pole with penguins,

-but we have to work. -Didn't you say you were spontaneous?

I'm spontaneous when the time is right, but now...

-Please. -Hold this for me.

-Lorena... -What?

-Please. -Come on, Julian

Come on, Julian! Julian, don't be a bore!

-Take your clothes off, come in. -Come in, I'll pay for it all.

Get in.

I'm drowning!

Help!

Alright, alright...

You relax.

-Another? -Please.

They're applying honey and grape seeds.

I know, I know.

Some people reach orgasm with that massage.

-You don't say. -You should try it.

I'm kind of old-fashioned, you know?

Wine is something I drink.

Please, don't do that.

No, please, don't do that.

Guys...

What's up, you freak?

I'm fucking fed up and I'm leaving.

I can't take any more. What do I owe, please?

1500 euros.

-What? -I was going to tell you...

It's happened to me again.

My cards, they don't work.

I think the strip's demagnetized or something.

But relax, we'll do the math later.

Exactly.

What are you doing?

Hey. Hey.

You're going? Julian! Where are you going?

Fuck, what a stink.

You wanted spontaneity? Here's some spontaneity.

Julian!

Wait!

Julian! Fuck!

Wait!

You're leaving me stranded?

You're fucking bananas.

You look like a serious guy, but then you go apeshit.

-Now what? -Yes, apparently you're serious.

Of course I am.

-Do you want to talk about it? -About what?

-What's going on with you. -Nothing's going on with me.

Maybe, yes. It's all so hard.

-Sure, sure. -It was all going great,

until some show-off turns up and she loses it.

Losing control,

stripping off in front of everyone.

-And the guy, jeez! -He's delighted, sure.

Lorena's wonderful, but she has one problem: she can't choose.

-That's where you come in. -Me?

Sure. Going up and down, I mean.

Yes, well, that's where I come in.

Sure.

I still remember the first time I saw her.

-That afternoon on the road... -Waiting with her striped suitcase.

What the fuck are you doing reading other people's stuff?!

If you leave it in the glove box, you want someone to read it.

You're crying out for it.

Julian, look at me.

-I'm driving. -Just for a second.

-We're going to crash! -What are you running from, Julian?

You're running.

I'm going to Madrid because I have to work tomorrow.

-Because I work. -That's an excuse and you know it.

Why am I talking to you? Can you explain why?

You're scared, Julian.

You're shit-scared because that guy's going to take your girl.

You've been working on her for months,

and because of a slip, you're going to lose her.

The photo was of his cousin. Who knew?

Running like a rat at 160 km/hour in the wrong direction.

It's worse than throwing in the towel.

It's like saying: "Fuck if you want, I think it's fucking great".

-You'll get a fucking smack, eh? -At this point,

they'll be up in the room. I remind you that it's a hotel.

No, not that. Lorena's not like that.

He's like a child, he suddenly gets mad and goes.

And I'm supposed to be the girl.

-He really said that to you? -Yes, yes.

He says: "Relax, I'm not into girls,

I like more polished women".

Hello?

Like I was an apple.

She wouldn't shaft me like that.

Shaft you? You didn't say anything to her...

-That's right. I didn't. -Sure!

Sure! She doesn't know that you love her.

No, it's worse.

Much worse, I told her I don't give a shit about her sex life.

She can bang rocks for all I care.

-You really said that? -Like I'm telling you.

You really screwed the pooch.

Yes?

What do I do?

You're right, head for Madrid and let's forget all this.

-What? -If you fucked up this badly,

-there's no solution. -Son of a bitch.

You blast me for 30 km with your shitty advice,

now you say there's no solution.

-I can't think of anything. -Then we'll think!

-Hey, if we hurry... -What?

If we hurry we can have dinner

in this shit-hot place I know, and it closes late. Hold on...

I'll call.

Fuck!

Let's go!

Yes! At last.

That's the Julian I wanted to see.

Go, tiger!

Do it! Do it again!

Go, tiger!

Hey, we have no car. We can't go.

Any ideas on what we can do?

I can think of a lot of things. We can puncture his tires,

scratch his car with a screwdriver,

because that's all he cares about, his car.

You know what he told me? We travel together for convenience.

But that's...

kind of true, you had nothing going on with him.

I'd die before I did,

but I told him my life story and he told me his.

We've spent so many hours inside the car...

You're right. It's best if I forget it.

Let's fuck and I'll get it out of my head.

Yes. Good evening.

-What are you doing? -Getting the room number.

-Why do you think they got one? -We're going to find out.

If they've got a room, we're leaving.

You're fucked off because it's your fault.

Didn't you say she's not like that? Maybe they're having coffee.

Girls, I was here, sorry.

Hello. Has a girl with curly hair come along?

-What room is she in? -l can't give you that information.

Wait, wait, wait.

Let's sort this out. We have to get one thing clear,

or this will be hell.

If I told you that Julian is totally in love with you,

despite what he said, would that change things?

-No... -Ah, no?

No. Look...

Julian is an old man. His life sucks.

His ex-wife hates him, which I understand perfectly.

His children can't stand him.

He has a high-tech job,

but he never stops saying it.

It doesn't change anything, anything at all.

Well then...

-it's all good, perfect. -Yeah?

They can't give out anyone's room number.

-They're not here. -If I want to talk to them,

-they can connect me with the room. -So they are here.

They ordered a cheese selection and some champagne.

-A cheese selection? -And champagne.

No, fuck.

No, no.

-No, no, no, no. -Julian, this doesn't change anything.

-It doesn't? -No. You have to talk to her.

-Do you want anything, gentlemen? -A quick death.

Two whiskies, please.

-Fuu... -What's wrong?

What's wrong?

-Lie down. -Fuck, I...

Lie down. Relax. That's it, rest.

Take it easy. That's it, there.

-Thanks. Good, that's it. -Why did I listen to you?

We could be arriving in Madrid.

-Relax, don't fret. -I could've been spared that detail.

Now every night I'll imagine them in that room,

-with the cheese selection. -And the champagne.

Did you talk about me?

Is there something I don't know? Did he say anything?

Bullshit. If you were Lorena you would've done the same thing.

That guy is hot. Admit it.

When he took his T-shirt off, even I got horny.

You're a big help.

What I mean is that what's going on upstairs

is an impulse, a turn-on, unstoppable nature.

A cute guy, a cute girl, paradise all around.

-Waiter, please, another. -But then...

Thanks. But then, when they tire of fucking.

-Don't say 'fucking'. -When they tire of making love...

That's worse.

When they tire of the cheese selection after four hours,

or whatever, you appear,

with your deal, your serious, stable man thing,

and you chat calmly. She'll be exhausted.

You'll catch her with her guard down and bam!

Tell her the striped suitcase thing, that you'll make her happy,

all that shit, eh?

-I live with my mother. -That's nice.

Don't you work at a high-tech company?

Waiter?

-Oh, Julian... -It's like...

Oh, Julian...

Let it all out, honey. Go on, let it all out.

That's it. That's what I'm saying.

That's it. Sure. Great. This is a man.

This is a man.

Will they charge us for the room?

Don't worry about that now.

We have to get the bus from Lerma at midnight.

I ordered a taxi. At 2:00 a.m. you'll be at home,

as if nothing happened. Relax, okay?

As if nothing happened. Right...

-Julian! -No. Better to leave him...

What are you doing?

Nothing. Here, chatting. Why?

Didn't you leave?

How could we leave?

-We were waiting here for you. -You took the bags out of the car.

Sure, to not shaft you, like we did him.

-Then you did go. -Let's not argue about

where I was, where you were. We're all here. That's it.

Come on, let's go. I'll take you to Madrid.

We ordered a taxi, thanks.

No, no, none of that. You paid and I'll take you.

We'd save the trip to Lerma.

Hey, the lovebirds.

Sergio, come with me to the bathroom.

-Can't you go alone? -Yes, you idiot.

It's an excuse so they can talk. I have to explain everything to you.

I shouldn't go around saying these things

because I hate giving advice.

Don't give me advice, I didn't ask you for it,

SO you decide:

Take us to Madrid and keep your mouth shut all the way

or I'm getting the bus.

-Very well. -Very well.

-That's it then. -That's it then.

-All good in back? -All good.

Do I turn the air up, down?

The air is weird. I guess it can't be helped.

-How were the rooms? -We only got one.

And they were cool.

It was just two hours, so they charged us half.

-Two hours. Why more, right? -Excuse me?

You must've got some rest in two hours.

I would've stayed two or three hours longer,

or the whole night, but I'm a responsible girl,

-I don't want to lose my job. -Sure, sure.

Sergio, you could stay a week, since you don't do anything.

-A week, no, but a couple of days. -On cheese and champagne.

-Don't go there. -You shut up.

I see you're well informed.

-Did I hit the target? -Bullseye.

Let me tell you something. The cheese was delicious.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

-I licked my fingers at the end. -That's great, great.

Sergio, when you get to Madrid, what are your plans?

I hadn't thought about it.

A friend wrote to me. We may see each other.

She has a house in the mountains, so maybe...

I like it. Dive right in, non-stop.

-Why do you care what he does? -Why do you?

Relax, eh?

He should relax, he keeps fucking with us!

I'm not the one who never stops fucking.

-Piss off! -Sorry, I need to piss again.

-Hold on. No more stops! -Okay, fine.

Just so you know, your buddy is deceiving you.

-What's this about? -Sergio, the cool guy,

who'd rather live twice the life and earn half,

makes money on the side, right, Sergio?

-What's he saying? -I have no idea.

That's nice: "l work 6 months and then nothing".

-You're so naA ve. -I don't know what you mean.

Don't act crazy.

The trunk smells like Bob Marley's dressing room.

-That's intense. -It all fits.

The fake profile, traveling with three suckers

-to be inconspicuous. -I don't know that this is about.

Things are coming to mind.

He went pale when the Guardia Civil stopped.

-Where are getting this from? -That's why he kept quiet.

Julian, stop, you're making a fool of yourself.

What are you doing?

What's happening, Julian?

What does it smell like?

-Hashish. -See? He doesn't deny it.

Guys, I think you've got it wrong.

Open your bag.

-What for? -Open it.

-What? Now what? -What what?

-Leave my stuff. Hey, man. -Julian, please.

-Julian. -Julian, cut it out.

Hey, calm down.

No, no. Not that.

-Hey, man. Julian. -Julian. No, no.

What are you doing? What the fuck are you doing, man?

-What have you done, Julian? -No, no.

-Are you looking for this? -What?

You're shitting me.

-What the fuck is that? -Don't get the wrong idea.

-Oh, fuck! -It's medicinal, OK?

It's the business I was telling you about.

-Some business. -No, shit.

It's to set up a clinic. In California they're killing it.

-It's legal there, not here. -For now. It'll happen soon.

This stays between us.

A politician, I won't say his name, but someone big

from the Ministry, goes to Pilates with me.

It's in the next legislature.

You asshole.

If they catch us, you've got us in trouble.

Don't be melodramatic. Nothing has to happen.

They're from before, right?

They saw us.

No. Not at all.

-Someone should apologize here. -Exactly.

No, not Rodrigo.

Who, me?

If you won't apologize, I hope you pay for the guitar.

It was a misunderstanding.

-Relax, maybe it can be fixed. -Were there drugs in the trunk or not?

Are you incapable of admitting to a single mistake?

-True. You should apologize. -You shut up.

And when we get back to Madrid I never want to see you.

No, even better, when we get back, I don't want to see anyone!

-Julian. Julian. -Yes, I'll pay for the fucking guitar

-when we get to an ATM. -No. They're here.

-Who? -No, the Guardia Civil.

Relax, relax.

Do as they say.

-Officer Morales. Good evening. -Good evening.

-Are you driving? -Yes, I am.

-] told you not to. -Yes, you did.

You stopped before without putting out the breakdown signal.

You have to use the triangle. To avoid accidents.

Sure, the triangle. I forgot.

-The guy from before, right? -Yes. I told you.

They never learn.

Step out of the car.

No need, officer. Give me the fine and that's that.

I decide if you get a fine or not. For now, out of the car.

Don't resist. Go with the flow.

Keep moving. Move. What are you looking at? Move.

Take the nozzle. Now we're going to breathe.

But you did this to me before.

That was then, this is now. It's different.

Then, now. Understand?

Blow.

Julian,

tell them you had some wine and we'll end this quickly.

-It's true. I had some wine and... -Jeez.

-...a couple of whiskies. -Four.

-How about that. -Four. Terrific.

-Right then, I plead guilty. -Naturally.

Can I pay the fine, please?

What, are we bothering you? Are you in a hurry?

No, no, not at all. You're doing your duty.

I'm guilty, guiltier than Judas.

I don't know what's wrong tonight, everything I do is bad.

Not just driving, with people too.

Especially with people I love.

I've been getting it wrong for years. I have to pay for it.

-Come on, relax. -Calm down.

You should let your daughter drive

and you sit in back and rest.

You'll see things differently tomorrow.

-I try to do things right, you know? -Sure.

-Really. -Naturally.

I try. I swear I try. Then it all goes haywire.

-Sure. Yes, we understand. -It's...

-Hey, hey, sure. -You know?

Okay, okay.

Come on, it's over. Don't torture yourself.

-Good heavens. -What's he doing?

Relax.

Sometimes we feel bad, and other times, much worse.

Here. Your nose...

Thank you so much.

Go on, get in back.

Thanks a lot.

It's over. Get in the car.

Take your ticket. Thanks.

I'm fine.

Rest, and have a good trip.

Next time you stop, please use the triangle.

Of course. With the lights. Yes, sir.

What lights?

Yes, it has lights on the corners.

No. It doesn't have lights. They're reflectors.

You do have the triangle, right?

Yes, I've got it in back. The standard triangle.

Are you sure?

I just saw it when we put in the bags.

-Yes, officer. I saw it too. -Yes. Three-sided, yes.

Sir, you have to have two warning triangles.

I remember, I do have two. One on top of the other.

It's confusing, they look like one.

-And reflective vests? -Vests I've got. Several, for sure.

You'll have to show me.

What?

Get out of the car and pop the trunk.

Give me a fine for the triangles and we'll go.

For the second time. Out. Let's go, sir.

-Get out of the car. -Let's go, move it!

I don't want to say it three times.

Out you get. Quickly. I said now. Let's go.

Stop! Are you alright?

-What the fuck are we doing? -I don't know. I got nervous.

Good. Keep going, honey. You're doing great.

Don't you realize he has all his details?

If we ditch the gear before they catch us,

-it'll just be a fine. -Do I stop or keep going?

-Keep going. -No, stop!

-What do I do? -Who cares? It doesn't matter.

No, no. I don't want you to go to jail, Julian.

-Take that exit. -There's a truck in front.

Overtake it and turn.

Now. Now!

Yes, yes. Very good.

Very good, go on.

Fuck!

-What's this? -It's called the Sunday traffic jam,

that's why all afternoon I've been saying we had to leave early.

I don't get what he said, but we can't stay here.

-Jump it. -Jump it?

-Get on the shoulder. -It's for emergencies.

-A bigger emergency than this? -Get on it, go.

-This is insane. -It's fine, I've done it tons of times.

-Tons of times? -I've thought about it and seen it.

-Get on it, get on it, go. -Come on.

It's fine, it's fine.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

Honey, gently, gently. Let's go. Let's go.

Like that, careful. Watch that side.

People are so jealous.

Nothing shittier than being stuck and seeing a smartass go by.

Enjoy it, you're the smartass now. What's wrong?

-Bitch! -lgnore her, honey. Go on.

-What are you doing? -What's wrong, eh?

Honk her, honk her.

-Out of the way. -Leave it to me.

Careful, Fernando, your blood pressure...

-Out of the way, please. -Fuck that, you're not getting past.

Yeah? And he gets cocky.

-Get out, I'll bust your head. -It's an emergency.

-Listen, this woman is pregnant. -She doesn't look pregnant.

Just a few months, but she is pregnant.

-Why the big hurry? -We can't go into details,

but it's a matter of life and death.

Fuck, they're coming.

-What's wrong? -He says she's pregnant.

-She doesn't look it. -Is everyone a doctor here?

-No, but I've had 8 kids. -Or 100, whatever.

This woman is pregnant because I got her pregnant.

-That's gross. -Please move away from the car.

I'm very nervous and I could do anything.

Get out if you've got the balls. Come on.

-What? -What?

-What what? -What what?

-What what what? -What what you?

-What are you on about? -What are you on about?

-What is it? -What what?

-What what? -What are you on about?

-That's what I say. -What's up with you?

-What's up with you? -What what?

-What's up with you? -What's up with you?

Let's go, guys!

-Encarna. -Let's go, let's go.

Stop! Guardia Civil! Stop!

-Crooks! -Bastards!

Stop, you sons of bitches!

-Stop the car or I'll shoot! -Stop the car!

Great, guys. Great.

Great, guys.

-Someone left something. -Left what?

No. Shit.

Your life's business just got fucked. Yes, Rodrigo.

They'll soon find out what's in the trunk. It's over.

You're going to fucking jail for being a criminal, a drug addict,

but especially for being an idiot!

Hey, he's driving.

Stop now. Stop.

Let go of him.

Lorena, are you alright?

Lorena.

Can I help you? Lady...

Fuck.

Good evening. Excuse me, I'm looking for my dog.

Hi. Have you seen a little white dog?

Hi. It looks like it's moving.

Great to see you.

He's a joker. I bet he said nothing to you.

-About what? -Go on, act crazy.

What's up? Where have you been? I never see you.

Nice to meet you. Rodrigo.

-I'm Marga. -Marga, amazing.

-You kept that quiet. -She's my sister-in-law.

If she's your sister-in-law, your wife must be something.

You were smashed, you bastard.

You should've seen him, in the luminous wig, singing

at the karaoke.

And that conga line you did with Human Resources...

Tell the ambulance and firemen we're on our way.

Sorry to jump in like this, but...

What's wrong?

-I'm being followed. -Who's following you?

Who is? Sure...

-My boyfriend. -What?

Marga, the Sunday thing... Are you going?

-We have plans already. -If you're not going, I'm not.

I'll think it over The main thing is to get to Madrid.

My word, who would've thought I'd run into you here.

Hey, one thing.

If this starts moving, what do we do?

Where are you going?

...then he tells the cop: "No, but I'd like to see them".

I cracked up.

Do you know the one about the three Christs in a 6007

Tell us.

They're in the desert, drunk, then...

Excuse me.

-Hey, Sergio, what's up? -Hi, how are you?

This is Marga, Ramiro and Marcial.

What a day we've had, right, Sergio?

-Here, some horchata. -Cheese for everyone.

They have everything here.

-Who wants mortadella? -No, I don't eat mortadella

because I get "the urge", and then what do we do, Marga?

Gimme a kiss. Go on.

-We'll be family! -Don't get jealous!

I don't know what it is lately.

We never stop arguing. It didn't happen before.

You know, people change.

You change as you get older, not when you're old.

How much older is he?

20.

He could be your father.

Sure, everyone tells me that, but...

Right, I understand.

He's acting like a child,

he has tantrums, he sulks, like...

It happens when you change from middle to old age.

Who's this guy?

Is that your boyfriend?

Let's sort this out.

We have to talk.

-You're a son of a bitch. -It's a way to look at it, I respect that.

How can you treat Lorena like that?

-What? -She told me about your thing.

Our thing?

-I had to say something. -You should thank God

that a girl like her speaks to you. And you treat her wrong?

-You told him I treat you wrong? -Not in so many words.

Now apologize to her in front of me. Go on.

Lorena, if ever by word, deed or omission I offended you,

bothered you or made you uncomfortable in the slightest,

I beg for mercy, forgiveness, and I'm at your disposal

to fulfil any penitence that you see fit.

-Is that okay? -Come on, up. Bang on.

I thought it was good.

Let's go.

Let's go!

Run, Julian. Run.

Charlie 4 from Charlie 5. I'm sweeping the right.

Good. Copy. Backup's just arrived. Over.

Perfect. Then do the lanes on the left.

Copy, but they'll need a description.

Yes. One I can't forget. Jacket, cream pants,

hippie bracelets and an old Rolex, like it was his dad's.

What color is the jacket? Over.

-Sergio, have you eaten? -Green.

Copy.

Get out of the car.

-What? -Get out of the car.

What are you doing?

Run, run, run.

Come.

What was I going to say?

-What? -Well, it's...

Maybe...

...you and I have an issue to resolve, right?

What?

For a long time I've wanted to tell you something.

You have blood here. Here...

Blood.

Do you remember when we met?

That afternoon, on the road.

You had your striped suitcase.

The suitcase wasn't striped.

It wasn't striped? Are you sure?

Yes. It was maroon, from my dad.

I was convinced it was striped.

No, I bought the striped one later, on a trip to Amsterdam.

Never mind. You were on the road,

waiting for me

with your suitcase.

Wasn't it like that?

-Am I interrupting? -A bit, yes.

I'd like a few minutes of your time.

Sorry, but we're pressed for time.

Sure, with the police on your heels.

I suppose I can talk because you'll know about it.

Who are you?

I am, how do I say it? Rodrigo's partner.

We met a couple of years ago.

-Because of the sale of... -Cell phones.

-For the Congo. -Correct.

That's where he got the clinic idea.

The hashish.

He gets these ideas...

-He writes them in a notebook. -I offered to...

... supply him, we might say,

with the clinic's necessities.

But he forgot to pay me.

And this week, I suppose because he's busy,

he didn't answer...

...the phone.

-He gets calls all the time. -lmagine my surprise

when I see him at the gas station and I say to myself:

"Where is he going with all these nice people?".

-You were at the gas station? -Correct.

-And somewhere else? -Correct.

-We were going to Madrid. -I thought so.

Since I'm going to Madrid, I said to myself:

"This way he transports the gear and I'm sweet".

-Sure. And the cops stop us... -Correct.

This has been a misunderstanding.

In fact, what we'd like... Right, Lorena?

...Is to never see him again.

Rodrigo.

Guys, I've been looking for you...

-Shit. Santiago. -Hello, Rodrigo. How are you?

-I was about to call you. -Right.

What are you doing? Are you coming with us to Madrid?

Not necessarily.

How come? You have other plans.

-Basically, to get my money. -Of course. Naturally.

I'm kind of low on cash right now.

I'm having trouble with my cards. I don't know what's wrong.

They're demagnetized.

Yes, in Madrid, I'll make some moves and we'll sort it out.

That's no good to me.

I think we should sort it out now.

Forgive me for meddling. I know we don't know each other.

What was in the bag, he doesn't have it.

It stayed in my car.

That's another thing. But we can try to get it back.

A few hours ago, I would've agreed.

After what you've done, it's impossible to get it.

That's why I insist on getting my money back.

You don't have 200,000 lying around?

There's not much time. I'll explain fast.

I have this.

This is not a threat.

I'm showing it for the purpose of information so you know

all the angles of the situation we're in,

and which, together, I think we can sort out.

-Don Santiago. -Santiago. Just Santiago.

I want you to know that I don't know these people.

I entered a travel app and got into this mess.

-The surfer wants out. -Julian. Your name's Julian, right?

You organize it, it'll be easier.

All of you give Julian your ID cards

and your credit cards with your PIN.

If the money you take out isn't enough

to pay the debt, which it won't be, don't worry,

you'll deposit the shortfall

within a maximum term of, let's say, one month.

-I think one month is reasonable. -Good.

No. It's not fair. I don't get why we have to...

That was to get your attention, you look unfocused to me.

-Let's go! -What?

He won't shoot it here. There are cops.

Don Santiago, let's talk.

-Hand or leg? -Sorry?

Take the leg.

Get out, run, run!

Lorena, Lorena!

Here, here.

Hello.

I think I've got it, okay? It's very simple.

-Terrific, tell me. -We'll do the unexpected.

Neither up nor down, but to the side.

-To the side? -Perpendicular to the road.

We jump the crash barrier and run into the dark.

-What? -We go where there's no light.

But just us two, okay? Come on, go.

What's wrong? Aren't you coming?

I don't know you.

That's what you just said in front of everyone.

Yes, but it's kind of true, isn't it?

You, the guy who used a fake profile?

-Fake, no, it's my cousin’s. -Your cousin's?

He's been in the asylum for 6 months thanks to you.

Hey, he likes it there. Don't twist things.

-She's not going anywhere! -Mom, what are you doing?

-She's not going unwillingly. -Why are you getting involved?

He's crazy, didn't you hear? He wants to take her into the dark.

Her thing with this man isn't normal.

She's disturbed, an example of emotional dependence!

What do you mean?

Wikipedia: Emotional dependence:

It describes unstable and destructive relationships

marked by an imbalance

that ends in submission to and idealization of the other.

-When have I idealized Julian? -Who is Julian?

You never stop saying that who works in high tech.

-Because he told me. -It's a lie, he's unemployed!

It's not even his car!

That's heavy!

And how do you know?

Your friend told me, the drug trafficker.

-The trafficker is the cousin? -No, he's in the asylum.

-And how does he know? -Julian must've told him.

Who knows? For 6 months

he's pretended he has to go to Madrid to see if you fall for him.

Going up and down where?

Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Lorena.

-Mercedes. -Nice to meet you.

Could you open my door?

-Yes, of course. -Lorena...

Lorena, where are you going?

You're not leaving here until we clear all this up!

What? But...

Alright, calm down. What happened?

One at a time so that we understand each other.

Thank you, Mercedes, for your understanding.

I promise it won't happen again, I promise.

-Fuck! -Don't move!

Don Santiago!

What are you doing? What are you doing now?

-Judo? -No.

This is taekwondo.

Charlie 5. Notify all units.

Shots fired. I repeat, shots fired.

-Where are you going? -Far away, and you?

Is it true you're unemployed?

He told you that? What a son of a bitch!

-But is it true or not? -Yes, shit, it's true!

Old, divorced, with children and unemployed!

Any more bets?

Don't forget you're also unbearable and obnoxious!

I can't take it anymore. Let them arrest me.

-You're giving up? -What do you think?

Yes, because that's all you can do.

Because everyone's right! You're boring,

you're a pain in the ass and you deserve what happens to you!

And I don't understand, I can't believe

how I could fall in love with you!

The fingers of death.

-Freeze, you bastard! -You're under arrest!

Don't move, or I'll empty the chamber in you!

-Down. -Don't move! Very good.

-Fuck! -Fucking hell!

Are you alright?

Stop! Hold it!

-Let's go! -Start it up!

-Stop! -Out of the way!

They're fleeing on a motorbike.

Ready units 4 and 5 for interception.

Hold it!

Look out!

Hold on tight!

Shit!

Spontaneous enough for you?

I'll put you through to Emergencies. Over.

Look, she's alive!

Officers, we're still looking for the suspect. Respond.

Yes, hippie bracelets, green jacket. He's the most dangerous.

Yes, go ahead...

Go ahead. Who's this?

What's up, you freak? Listen, I can't talk now.

I'm at the airport, about to go through passport control

Yes, to Brussels, to eat mussels.

It's a beautiful program

where we take kids with problems of adaptation,

who don't fit into society.

We get them to fit in.

But not by force, with affection.

Sure, we give them a bike

and a backpack, and bam, they transport stuff.

"Love Program".

Love.

No, you asshole, it's the name of the program!

FOUR'S A CROWD