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Because a change is needed
so that every he, she, and they

feels safe, taken care of, and loved.

The next revolution will be
the revolution of care and affection.

Thank you.

How was it?

-You were great.
-Really?

Did I get stuck when I said eco--
eco-sustainability?

You did now, but not before.
You were great.

My goodness.

You sure were great. Excuse me.

-Did you really like it, Gaspar?
-I loved it, seriously.

That's great.

I loved how you linked
systemic violence to...

-Right.
-Yes, the oppressions that overlap...

-That is--
-And efforts should be intersectional.

-That's it! I mean...
-Otherwise, there's no way.

-And how--
-Quique, I'll introduce you now.

-Right now?
-Good luck.

Honestly, you've done a great job.
It was easy to understand and...

Male and female colleagues,
I give you all,

Enrique Notivol!

Thank you.

Male and female colleagues,

I'm here to talk about
one of our country's greatest challenges.

Depopulation.

Empty Spain.

Our towns are dying.

We must rebuild them

with green, inclusive,
and sustainable measures.

By reducing the...

the...

the car dependency,

promoting women's access to the workforce,

creating jobs in the green economy,

so nobody has to leave their town
because there's no hope.

Hey, Quique! That was pretty cool, right?

-Thank you.
-Yeah.

-Have you seen Lina?
-Yeah, she's over there with Gaspar.

I'm really happy, thank you.

-So?
-Hey! How's it going?

You did great.

Did you listen to it?

Because you two didn't stop talking.

Yeah, we were talking about you.

About me?

Gaspar says he likes your ideas
about Emptied Spain. Right?

Tell him.

So, Enrique,

I'll ask the party to put you in charge
of the policies against depopulation, yes?

-You deserve it.
-I don't know how to thank you.

I think all your ideas,

and your plans for the rural communities
can be put into practice there.

That's my dream.

And where exactly?

I think we can both agree
that Empty Spain...

"Emptied."

Emptied, exactly...

It needs solutions that can be found
right there, not in Madrid, right?

-I'm convinced of it, but...
-So we agree. Listen,

I'll send you the information,

and once it gets approved,
you can transfer.

Transfer where?

La Cañada del Infante, in Teruel.
They've donated us a place there.

Go get them, champ!

-Teruel. Fuck me.
-Well...

-Well, yeah. Why not?
-It's not bad.

It could be a beautiful adventure
for both of us.

But why?

Because I have my own projects.

But it's no effort at all.

It's just a couple of workshops,
a community garden...

In two months we'll be out of there.

Quique...

I've been offered an advisor position
at the Ministry.

Advisor to whom?

To Gaspar. Who else?

-What?
-I smell something fishy.

You've both planned
to send me to Teruel so you can...

What are you saying?

I don't owe you any explanations.

I'll continue with my life here
while you fulfill your dreams in Teruel.

I know, but we're together.

-I mean, you're my...
-Don't say it.

What? You're my... And I'm your...

-I'm not your... and you're not my...
-Okay.

You're not my anything
and I'm not your anything, Quique.

We're not possessions.

We're not backpacks or toothbrushes.

We're free, independent beings.

Okay, but we have a relationship.

A relationship between two adults
who one day took the same path,

but now that path is at a crossroads.

-You don't want to be with me?
-"With me"?

Always so possessive.

-Okay, what about our relationship?
-Again!

Fuck, okay.

This thing we have between us,
whatever it may be,

does it still exist or not?

You always say
we should rewild the rivers, right?

Set them free from the artificial canals
created by man.

Then, why don't we do that?

Let our thing flow.

Okay.

If that's what you want...

Come on, you'll miss the bus.

We'll talk later, okay?

MOVING FORWARD

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY
DANIEL GASCÓN

A HIPSTER in Rural Spain

Hello?

Hello!

-Are you lost, sweetheart?
-No.

Well, yeah.
I'm looking for the Pilar Hotel.

Let's get this straight.

Pilar's place
is neither a hotel nor a hostel.

She doesn't even have a license.

Come here. Look.

Go up that street, up, up,

and it's the old house
at the first corner.

Why are you here?
Nobody ever comes to this town.

The Catalans do visit.

Just to fill their water bottles
in the fountain.

How long are you staying, sweetheart?

-I don't have a return ticket.
-Then you'd better buy it now.

It was the oil.

Don't scare the kid.
There's a lot to do here in La Cañada.

That doesn't scare me.
I have big plans for this town.

The best plan
you can have here is to leave.

Okay. Thanks for your input,
but I've made a commitment to La Cañada.

Hey, riding a bike around here
isn't such a good idea!

Don't worry, ma'am.
I've ridden a bike in Amsterdam, Beijing,

Kolkata, Marrakech...

Those places are very crowded
and I've never had any problems.

-This is no country for hippies.
-No.

This way.

-I hope you like it.
-Yeah, it's authentic.

This room belonged to our José Manuel,
until he left.

Listen, who's paying us?

Don't worry,
my party will take care of that.

We'll organize an equality workshop,

a new masculinities workshop,
a community garden and much more.

-Where will you be doing all that?
-Well...

In Matías Gutiérrez's garage.

Do you know where it is?

Fucking shit.

There!

Matías' garage.

This is it.

Look. They've already come
to join your party.

I get the joke, Felipe,
but I'm here to do new politics.

That's what they all say.

Where can I find someone
to help me with this?

Look who's here! The hippie.

No, I'm not a hippie.
I don't identify with that movement.

They were more hedonistic,
more politically passive...

It was a different vibe.

If anything, I am...

-I'm a hipster with a conscience...
-Okay, sure.

-No need to ramble on. What can I get you?
-A full-bodied Merlot.

A Cabernet Sauvignon?

You'd better not use those words here.
It might get you into trouble.

Okay, fair enough.
What do people drink here?

Here you can drink
the wine from the co-op or the other one.

The co-op wine is quite bad,
and the other one is even worse.

But don't let them hear us.
They're quite proud of it.

Okay, the co-op wine then.

Hey, you don't look
like you're from around here.

No. I'm from Castellón.

I took over the bar
when it went up for auction.

Long ago?

Too long.

One day here...

lasts too long.

Suffice to say that I've been saving
the tips in the jar to go to the beach,

-and it's been three years since I went.
-Here. For the jar.

Thank you very much.

Hello.

Our wine is great, right?
It has no reason to envy Rioja wines.

Not at all. Honestly, nothing...

I'm looking for someone
to help me fix up Matías' garage.

The garage? That's a shithole.
Ask my dad for one of the town premises.

There's nothing but empty premises here.
My dad is the mayor.

-I'm Ramón.
-Quique.

And my girlfriend Lourdes,
but you've already met her.

The most beautiful brunette in town.

Stop right there. I'm not your girlfriend.

You know, girlfriend,
lover, friend with benefits... We fuck.

Yeah, I got that from context.
And who is your dad?

My dad? The one with his back to us.

-Mayor.
-That's him.

You can look, but keep your mouth shut.

I came from Madrid to set up
a community meeting place,

-and...
-Just say it!

Your son said you could lend me
one of your premises for the workshops.

Twenty!

No, one is enough. I don't need more.

Shut up, you fool. He just called 20.

Shit. You threw me off my game
with your bullshit, you good-for-nothing.

I just want some premises--

Sure! Premises to set up your beach bar,
you woke shit.

I'm playing cards now,
and the game is fucking sacred.

It's not a beach bar. It's a place
to raise a different type of awareness.

You just made it worse, boy.

Don't you realize these towns
are stuck in the 19th century?

Where are the women?

Taking care of things
while the men drink, gamble, have fun,

practice manspreading,
and objectify the only woman in here,

which, by the way,
is the only one who's working.

Well said.

This town badly needs
a new masculinities workshop.

Shit.

-Look, kid...
-Smack him. Smack him hard.

I didn't understand
half of what you just said,

but if you want to set up
your woke nonsense, do it on your own.

Understood?

Okay. Come on.

Hold on.

Let's see. Does anyone here
intend to go to mass later?

You?

May the blessing of the Almighty God,
Father, Son and Holy Spirit fall upon you.

You may go in peace.

Trump!

I'll have to use the garage.

That garage is a mess.
How much will you pay?

10 euros per hour?

Fifteen, and buy me a whisky.

Hi, I can't take your call.
Leave a message and I'll get back to you.

Hi, Lina. I didn't have a signal because,
well, you know, Empty Spain.

I hope you're not working too hard
at the Ministry.

Don't let Gaspar take advantage of you.

What are you doing?

Workwise.

I'm listening.

-Or in any way.
-Now?

Yes.

I'm preparing a venue for the workshops

because this town
really needs information.

There's a lot of micro and macro-sexism,

fossil-fuel vehicles,
meat-based diets, alcoholism...

One more thing.

You left me feeling a bit uneasy
the other day when you said

that things had to flow,
that we shouldn't have boundaries.

I just wanted to know
if there's someone else.

Are you seeing Gaspar?

I don't like to perpetuate
heteropatriarchal patterns,

but I'd like to know
if I'm in a relationship with you or not,

or what's the number of people
in this relationship, if there is one.

Tell me your point of view,
how you see it right now.

Mainly so that I know what to expect.

Let me know what you think.

Kisses.

Meat again?

You don't like it?

I can fry you an egg
to go with the mayor's sausage.

-The mayor's sausage?
-Just like this one.

What is this?

"Vote for Máximo."

"Better served with eggs."

Great. He gives them to the whole town?

Especially when there's an election.

This is rancid. It's feudal!

So, would you like an egg?

Well, the damage is done.

-Not eating it now would be absurd.
-Right.

But this is a crime.

Just so you know,

each steak has an ecological footprint
of 7.19 kilos of CO2

that goes straight into the atmosphere.

It's unacceptable.

In a few years,
we'll have destroyed the planet.

Are the potatoes produced locally?

Yes, of course.

All right.

Wouldn't this taste better with wine?

NEW MASCULINITIES WORKSHOP
MATÍAS' GARAGE: THURSDAY AFTERNOON

New masculinities?

-What's that?
-The party's first workshop.

It's a course to identify
the different ways of being a man.

Because there are several roles...

Some are more traditional, right?

Well, there are different ways
of being a man.

Another one here.
We'll put them everywhere.

Are you showing City Life Is Not For Me?

The movie. I watched it on TV.

I'll show a few scenes
as an example of past times.

An epoch when the heteropatriarchy ruled
and there was only one family model.

When the gender roles were rigid,
diversity was dismissed...

I don't understand a word,
but the movie is fucking great.

Funny as hell, dude.

Okay, let's put up another poster.

City Life Is Not For Me.
This actor was the best.

And you could understand him.

Not like today's actors
who can't speak clearly.

You must change this fridge, Maricruz.
Do you know how much energy it consumes?

Each day it's on,
is like an environmental 9/11.

Hi, guys. What are you doing?

No, no, no!

Remove that. Take this. Out.

What's this? New what?

Masculinities.

New masculinities?

What a nutcase.

Are you sure?

This is where all the men from the town
end up. One after another.

Hi, guys. What's up? Come on in.

It's been a slow morning.

Hey, Moha.

Hey, Sandra.

No, we're not clients.

We're here to put up posters
about a new masculinities workshop.

-New what?
-Masculinities.

Well, you can remove that.
We make a living from the old ones.

Moha, you're complicit
in human trafficking

and in the objectification of women!

Don't ever put me through that again.
I can't handle it!

MOVING FORWARD
LA CAÑADA

When do we start?

In five minutes.

-No one came.
-It's okay.

Can you take some pictures
and videos for the party?

Sure. I'll take them
with my phone that's better.

All right. Only if anybody shows up.

-Can we come in?
-Yes, look.

-Sure.
-Yeah, this way.

He says we can come in.

-This must be it.
-This way.

Good luck.

Come on. Let's go.

Well.

-Felipe, sit here.
-No, I want to sit here.

Felipe, here.

All right.

Please be silent, everyone.
I give you Enrique, the hipster.

Bravo.

Thank you.

My male and female friends,

welcome one and all
to the new masculinities workshop.

How clumsy.

-Oh my God.
-Check the PSOE allies.

Okay.

I didn't know that in this town

there was so much awareness
on the need for men to self-examine.

-It's been a nice surprise.
-Will you play the movie already?

Derrida used to say
that the deconstruction

is an attempt to reorganize
non-logical discursive inequalities.

-What the hell are you talking about?
-Play the movie, man.

Play the movie.

Will you shut the fuck up? Let him talk.

-Thank you.
-My God, you're so rude.

The goal of this workshop
is to show you examples of sexism...

Can you just play the movie, you dullard?

-The heteropatriarchy imposes...
-Please.

I mean, for a long time,
the heteropatriarchy has imposed...

Play Paco Martínez Soria.
He's a genius, unlike you, you bore.

We'll leave the debate for later.
First, the movie.

About fucking time!

That's better!

Twenty in cups,

and I trump again. Mine.

Take, take, Mr. Tax Collector,
it's not difficult for you.

But now she's my son's wife,

with the right to marquises
countesses and whatever they throw at you.

You're going to catch a cold.

-Shall I serve the tea?
-Yes, please.

He's such an artist!

-He's so funny.
-The thing with the chicken was amazing.

I was dying with laughter.

It's been a fucking disaster.

People came.

Kid, next time play one
by Pajares and Esteso.

Those two were true stars.

Come on. You can't compare.

I'm not showing more films like this one.

Then nobody will come.

Are you crying?

Yeah. So what?

The new masculinity isn't afraid
of showing vulnerability.

I'd offer you a handkerchief,
but I don't have one.

It doesn't matter.

I need people to come
and the party to see it, or...

I'll lose Lina.

Lina?

Are you doing all this for a girl?

Your girlfriend?

My partner in my life journey.

-Okay.
-She's not mine.

I mean, we don't use the possessive.

She's in Madrid with a colleague who...

Who wants to fuck her.

She isn't replying to my calls
or messages or...

Maybe she's busy at work.

Or maybe she's hooking up with Gaspar.

But in that case, doesn't she have the
right to explore her repressed sexuality

after thousands of years of patriarchy?

What? Am I boring you?

Seriously, what is it? Are you done?

Don't be impatient. I'm almost done.

-I'll show you. Give me a sec.
-Fuck. Come on.

You can come now, I'm almost done.

Okay.

It makes me a bit nervous.

My male and female friends,

welcome one and all
to the new masculinities workshop.

About fucking time!

This is great.

The goal of this workshop
is to show you examples of sexism...

-Because Genaro is jealous.
-Yes! What's wrong with that?

No, nothing, I'm glad.

So am I because that means
he loves me and I'm happier.

Derrida used to say...

He's a genius.

Okay, okay. So...

The editing is unbelievable.

-It's amazing.
-You like it?

Yeah, but it's not ethical.

I mean, it's fucking awesome,

but it looks like they're cheering me
and booing the film.

I can't send this.

-Have you seen the video?
-Of course.

I can't believe it. The workshop was full.

Up to the brim.

You killed it.

I'll send it to the social media team
so they can circulate it.

A different rurality is possible.
You're proving it.

-Thanks. It's been...
-Gaspar loved it too.

Gaspar?

You're doing an awesome job, you beast.

Is he there?

Yeah, we had a meeting here.

In fact, we have to keep working.
Congratulations from both of us.

No!

We're not using fertilizers
or synthetic pesticides here!

It's my tomato plant
and I can do whatever I want.

Isn't this self-managed?

Yes, it's self-managed,
but you must follow my rules.

Look, I help you because you pay me,

but this is just more of your bullshit.

No, it's the second point
in the party's roadmap.

A self-managed community garden.
They work in Amsterdam and Berlin.

But those are cities
full of snobs like you,

who play the tomato farmers.

Everyone has an orchard here, and those
who don't want it, don't have it.

What a surprise!

-How are you?
-Lina.

Surprised?

Yes, very.

How are you?

-Salaam alaikum.
-Salaam.

-Super Quique. What's up, champ?
-Hi, I'm Lina.

-Hello, Quique!
-How are you?

-How are you doing?
-Great.

Hi.

-How are you?
-Great. What are you doing here?

We had an event in Logroño,
so we thought, "Let's say hello to Quique.

-"He's crushing it with his workshops."
-But it's been hard.

Empty Spain is fucking huge.
And it's fucking empty.

No signal for Google Maps.

I get why people leave.

So this is where you do
your famous workshops?

Well, it didn't look like this.
This was a mess.

Moha and I fixed it up.

I love your team's ethnic diversity.

It's great.

But you need more insulation
to achieve energy neutrality.

Okay?

This is a 100% organic community garden,

free from synthetic fertilizers
and pesticides.

And it's starting to produce a small crop.

Not that small.
These tomatoes are fabulous.

-Wow.
-No, these are ours.

This fool won't use fertilizers,
so his are tiny.

In any case,
the garden should be accessible

to people with functional diversity.

There's a lot of bumps, a lot of rocks.

It's an orchard.

-Good morning, Satur.
-Good morning, kids.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-These are some friends from Madrid.
-Good.

Satur and I are going to develop a compost

made out of sheep droppings,
which are very balanced.

It's the sheep's gift to us,
and we should use it, right?

Hi!

-Listen. The sheep singing.
-Bleating.

The sheep bleating.

Come on!

-There are ethnic ones too.
-I've been told they're very inclusive.

There are so many.

-Hello.
-Come on!

Don't hit it!

Come on!

Did you see that? He hit it.

-Come on, lazy things!
-And he yells at them.

-A textbook case of animal microabuse.
-Absolutely.

No! Come on, don't be a pain.
I'm about to close.

I've been here all morning
and not even God has come. Well, He has.

Yeah.

Let's go.

Last time I was in a church,
I was just wearing a bra.

-Yeah. We all remember that.
-What did she say?

-That the church is beautiful.
-Really?

I don't think so. The altarpiece is okay,
but not too valuable.

But since it's old, people think it is.

The Catalans say it's theirs.

They're certain
that's Saint Jordi, but no.

That's Saint George!

We'll get some beers.

-How many?
-Six or seven.

-Quique.
-Yeah, coming.

-That's her, right?
-Yeah. How did you know?

You should know women don't like lapdogs.

I'm not anybody's lapdog.

-Quique? Are you coming?
-Yeah.

This is a stuffed squirrel.

This town
is like the Auschwitz for animals.

Absolutely.

-Is that a boar?
-They're savages.

Let's take pictures.

Excuse me.

No, excuse me.

Stand there.

In the good old days,
we would throw them into the fountain.

Definitely.

Look at those fools
taking pictures with the boar.

I know. But that girl is so pretty
I could eat her.

I heard that, Ramón.

Sorry, except you. You're prettier!

Now! Here. My turn.

What?

Something about a commando.

No idea.

I know I've been a bit distant
since I started at the Ministry.

I guess you're very busy.

Yeah, we've been tied up with some
sustainability grants for Emptied Spain.

Which, by the way,
would come in handy here.

Well...

Grants here could...

Yeah, they could be useful.

And...

Us...

Are we together? Are you seeing Gaspar?

I don't want to keep you
in a heteronormative relationship.

-But I'd like to know--
-I'm not seeing Gaspar.

Honestly.

I don't have
any emotional attachment to him.

But that's what allows us to have
a sexual relationship that's...

so...

voracious, you know? So animalistic.

In a non-speciesist sense.

I don't know, Quique.
In an ideal world, I'd love

to fuck Gaspar
and cuddle up in bed with you.

You're the kind of man I want to
grow old with, and watch the sunrise.

You're a theoretical,
thoughtful, patient man.

On the other hand, Gaspar is...

a man of action. A sculptor of the future.

That's why I want him
to bang me against the fridge,

-you know?
-Our fridge?

Fucking city slickers!

-Animal...
-What have you done?

-...liberation!
-What happened?

-Animal liberation!
-Shit, man.

-Animal liberation!
-Are you serious? Liberation?

Animal liberation!

-Animal liberation!
-Get out of here!

-Animal liberation!
-Look what your friends did.

-Hi.
-Good morning, Gaspar.

Hey, Quique...

You're doing a great job.
Really great work.

Thank you. I'll tell Pilar you're leaving.

Look who's here, the sheep defenders.

Are you idiots?

Why did you put on that show
with the local shepherd?

Whose idea was it? Candela's?

-No, it was his. He was drunk.
-Oh, Facu.

Hi, Pilar. Listen, thank you
and sorry about last night.

The kids got carried away.

No problem. Follow me.

Hey, Gaspar,

I'd love to coordinate
the whole Empty Spain project,

but from Madrid.

I see.

Look, Quique...

There's work to do.

I'm seeing a lot of diesel
and not enough bikes.

-You've still got work to do.
-Right.

I'll put in a good word for you in Madrid.

So keep up the hard work. Okay?

Come on, you beast.

-I'm leaving.
-Sure.

-Take care, okay?
-You too.

What does she want
a sculptor with time for?

A sculptor of time. It's a metaphor.
She means a man of action.

She's right about that.

Women want to be with bossy men,
who can give orders, and hang paintings.

Haven't you seen nature documentaries?

Females choose the strongest lion,

the one that roars and pushes through.

You're the weak lion,
who spends his time reading.

Look, Moha, your misogyny is frightening.

Though I respect it
because you're from another culture.

And, maybe behind those sexist remarks,
there's some truth.

I'm going to change things.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm running for mayor in the election.

You?

Yes. What's more, I'll crush you.

Quique.

Quique.

Quique!

Are you stupid or what?

You won't get a single vote.

-People here are old-fashioned.
-We have to fight against that inertia.

They may laugh at me today,
but they'll end up voting for me.

Ridicule will help me succeed.

Like Trump.

Men and women from La Cañada,

I haven't been here long,
but I've realized that this town

really wants a green,
sustainable and inclusive future.

What's that?

That's progress, Cosme.

I'm talking about progress.

But what's that?

It's time to free ourselves
from the rancidness of feudalism.

Hey, you!

Brat! Stop disrespecting us.

Máximo, the time has come
to give the town a facelift.

Where are the pedestrian areas?
Where is the cultural center?

The recycling and composting centers,
where are they?

Don't listen to him.

This young man

will raise your taxes
to do all that nonsense.

And if you don't pay,

he'll confiscate
your houses and your lands,

like in Venezuela.

Let's not fall into demagoguery.
I'm here to do positive politics.

I won't attack you by talking about
the sausages, for instance.

What about them?

They're delicious.

He's buying your votes with them.

Besides, they're made in Valverde.

-It says so on the label.
-That's true. They're made in Valverde.

What's wrong with Maricruz's shop?

And the other shops in town?
Are they not good enough for you, Marquis?

I'm going to leave.

I don't want to make a fool of you.

Look at him, running away from the debate
with nothing to say.

Máximo, the green wave will engulf you.

La Cañada can only be
green and sustainable.

Can you drive stick?

I'm from the city, but I'm not stupid.

What's the guy from Madrid doing?

There's nothing to plow.

Shush, they're recording an ad
for the election.

-I say my line.
-Yes.

"Vote Moving Forward La Cañada!
So La Cañada can always move forward."

Sure you know how to drive stick?

Then do a soft pan,
in a French cinema style.

Okay? And then you stop,

and I go into the horizon,
plowing the future, sowing new hope.

I mean, I'm full of slogans.
I have so many.

Shit, the bus!

-What is it?
-The fucking Catalans.

Here's La Canyella Fountain.

Take water from here, it's great.

They don't spend a penny in town,
and they take our water.

Moha, nobody owns the water.

-Or we all do, I'm not sure.
-Assholes!

Go back where you came from!

-Go home!
-Please.

Okay, I'll change the angle
to avoid the bus.

Come on.

-Ready?
-Yes.

Rolling.

And action!

Vote Moving Forward La Cañada!
So La Cañada can always move forward.

I knew it!

-Quique!
-Quique!

Brake, you idiot! Brake!

Fuck!

Oh, my God.

Brake! God damn it!

What are you doing, man? Are you blind?

-I'm sorry, I didn't...
-Are you okay?

Yes, my sandal got stuck in the pedal.

Quique, look.

Saint George's altarpiece?

Who put this here?

They were stealing Saint George?

It's not Saint George. It's Saint Jordi!

Go on, get on.

-Oh, my! What happened?
-I told you we'd get caught!

-What happened?
-The hipster.

Come on. Say something. Anything.

As long as there's a single villager
in La Cañada,

the altarpiece will stay here!

Symbol of the resistance
of this noble land against outsiders,

whether they're dragons or tourists.

-Out!
-Leave and don't come back!

Out!

What's going on?

The hipster caught the Catalans
stealing the altarpiece.

Mayor!

What a clown!

Let's go, son.

Way to go, hipster, way to go!

-The altarpiece.
-Good. Thank you, son.

-Here you have it.
-Thank you.

-Hooray for the new mayor!
-Hooray!

The recount is finished.

The voter turnout has reached 99.5%,

because Tati and her husband
are in Majorca.

-Visiting their daughter?
-Yeah, she had a baby.

-Boy or girl?
-Please.

Sorry.

Null votes, one.

Votes for Máximo Quintana, 136.

More than last time.

Moving Forward La Cañada,

coalition of progressive feminists
from the lands of Teruel,

candidate Mr. Enrique Notivol Garcés,

two.

Two?

Two...

hundred and three.

-203?
-Yes.

That's right, you idiot!

So the new mayor of La Cañada
is Mr. Enrique Notivol Garcés.

Right on!

I demand a recount.

Don't be a pain, Máximo.
You saw me count the votes.

Come on, congratulate the boy.

Come on, congratulate him.

Come on!

You better not screw up, young man.

Thank you very much.

I promise to lead a government
open to all sensitivities.

Let's go, he's starting with his nonsense
and it's almost lunchtime.

Yes, Dad.

Are you coming?

I have to talk to Quique about some stuff.

And I wanted to talk to you
about some stuff too.

Better outside.

Coming.

-Don't you see what you just did?
-What?

He won because he got lucky
with the altarpiece.

He got lucky and you shared that video
with half the town.

I don't care about this town.

I already told you.
I'm leaving here as soon as I can.

Got it? I don't care about this town.

I'll tell you what's going on with you.
You like that guy.

What if I do?

I don't owe you an explanation.

I bring you tomatoes
and partridges from Valmadrigal.

What does that lanky bastard bring you?
I don't get it.

He brings me new ideas,

beautiful words,
the implementation of new policies.

"Death to the heteropatriarchy.
A new world is possible."

He brings me joy.

A woman can't live only on tomatoes
and partridges, Ramón.

So, just to be completely clear...

What?

You're dumping me.

Yes.

Damn.

You should know he only likes
that skinny girl from Madrid.

Not you. He likes the girl from Madrid.

-Congratulations, Quique.
-Thank you.

I'm going up the hill
to give Lina the news,

and the rest of my colleagues.

La Cañada will be a town of change.

We'll go from theory to practice.
From possibility to fact.

We'll forget about empty talk
and forge into the harsh

-but gratifying daily grind.
-Right.

I'll prove to you
I can be a man of action.

A sculptor of the future.

Don't you worry. Enjoy it.
Shit, you're the mayor.

You've achieved something amazing.

Okay, bye.

Yes! Fuck, yes!

Men and women of La Cañada, from now on,

La Cañada is more than a town.
It's a community of souls.

A network of affections.

Your voices will be heard,

and the doors of the Town Hall
will always be open.

Not at night they won't.
The youngsters come in to get drunk.

They'll be open during the day, then.

No! Not in winter.
The mountain air is freezing.

The doors to the Town Hall
will be open by day, except in winter...

Or in summer because of the flies.

-We'll have to open them sometime.
-No.

The doors will always be open,

metaphorically speaking, okay?

There's a line of people waiting.

That's due to your open door policy,

and all that nonsense
you mayors say at the beginning.

Nonsense? I'll listen to everyone.

-Let them in. One by one.
-All right.

You'll regret it.

Come in.

Hello, Mayor. I have a problem.
Her fridge keeps me awake at night.

-No wonder.
-Right to replay.

"Reply."

Toñi hates me since I opened the store.
She's after me.

The fridge is noisy.

And I'm a light sleeper.

Then take your pill.

I'll end up being a drug addict
because of your fridge.

Do you know how much a new fridge costs?

Given the price you charge for pears,
you can easily afford one.

-Or two.
-Look who's talking.

The woman who touches every tomato
and then doesn't buy any.

Enough!

Enough! Everybody out.

Everyone out, come on.

Any other complaints?

My fuses blow up every night.

That's not the City Council's problem.
Upgrade your electricity service.

I want a shelter for the bus stop.
I'm baking in the sun.

-Don't take your cap off.
-Shit.

I'm here for a wheelchair.
I can't walk with crutches.

Casilda, the grants aren't for that.

Weren't they for sustainable mobility?

Enough! Don't you realize
what you're demanding are just trifles?

The Council is here for the macro stuff,
the big challenges, the global agenda.

Aren't you ashamed
of being so self-absorbed

while the specter of climate change,
industrial relocation,

-and globalization lurks outside?
-What's that?

Olvido, take note.

We're changing this town
even against its wishes.

First regulation.

In order to improve gender equality...

"Which is victim, like all of us,
of a heteropatriarchal culture,

"the mayor decrees that every ball,
card and drinking game

"must be gender-balanced."

They must include
the same number of men and women.

I'm sorry,
there are only men playing here.

Unless there's a woman playing too,
I'll have to fine you.

Fuck. What's he talking about?

Hey, kid. I'm a man,
but I don't practice it.

Neither do I.

"With the aim of promoting
collaborative play

"and eliminating unhealthy competition,
goalposts will be removed."

These kids are wild!

"Lastly,

"we have already implemented
a public bike service,

"and public charging stations
for electric vehicles."

Can I charge my phone here?

No way, it's a different plug.

So it's completely useless.

Who wants to ride a bike here?

The ground is rocky
and we're always carrying stuff.

He's a fool with initiative,
which is the worst kind of fool.

He thinks he's in the capital.

But it's not his fault.

It's the fault of those who voted for him.
Right, Lourdes?

You must have done something wrong
to get beaten by a newcomer.

That imbecile
is spending money on nonsense.

When the time comes to do important stuff,
there won't be any left.

You haven't heard the latest news.

General Dampierre Street.

-Which one is that?
-Piss Alley.

Officially, it has always been
General Dampierre.

Well, he's changed its name
due to the Historical Memory thing,

-and he's called it...
-Professor Villegas Street.

A republican teacher.

He was a republican.
The other guys killed him.

But republican or not,

he used to beat the hell
out of all the kids in school.

So, due to child abuse issues,
they took the sign down

and changed it to...

Milagros Gómez Street, midwife.

That's the midwife who--

That's what Casilda told the Moor
when he came down the ladder.

That woman threw Marisa la Coneja
down a flight of stairs

when she stole a cow from her.

She didn't die, but ended up
walking with a limp,

and unable to pronounce the letter "Ñ."

Wasn't there
a single decent person in this town?

Three different names in one afternoon.

Three signs we've all paid for.

To me, it will always be Piss Alley.

He's banned the young folks
from singing the jota, did you know?

Why?

He says the lyrics are sexist
and "objectivate" us.

Good afternoon.

What will it be?

A glass of wine.

From the co-op.

Are you aware of the regulation
on gender-balanced games?

Yeah, it rings a bell.

Every game must include
the same number of men--

Men and women. We know.

And?

-Breach of the rules--
-We're not breaching the rules.

You aren't?

Máximo here says he identifies as a woman.

-So does Cosme.
-Me?

Yeah, it's true.

You guys?

I have sexual euphoria.

-It's sexual "dysphoria."
-That's it.

And I'd appreciate it
if you stopped looking at me.

I feel assaulted.

Tomorrow it's your turn
to play the wench, Father.

Quique.

I need to talk to you.

I'm working on the festival program.
We have to change it completely.

Don't go too far.

People are on edge.

Firefighter bullfighter?

Running of the bulls?
Salsa Brava? It's rancid.

The Salsa Brava Orchestra
is very popular around here.

Right, heteronormative ballads
exalting romantic love...

They've been coming for years.

So, I was thinking of hiring
a Sub-Saharan group,

or Ariel Manara
and the Alliance of Civilizations.

He's an Argentine
who has set Benedetti's work to music.

It's your choice.

I'm just warning you.
People are fed up with you.

Brat.

Here comes the good-for-nothing!

Give us back our goalposts!

Leave this town! We don't like you!

Not even your girlfriend likes you!

I'm detecting subtle signs that the town
isn't satisfied with the innovations.

Empty Spain might be empty,
but it's full of traditions.

You know what this is, right?
Spineless Quique is back.

The one who's afraid to be...

A sculptor of the future, right.

But sometimes, men and women of action

-have to consider the time and distance--
-Blah, blah, blah.

Those are social-democratic excuses, dude.

-Yeah, but...
-You know what?

When you grabbed life by the horns,
I felt sexually attracted to you again.

-But the hesitant Quique is back and...
-Okay.

I get it. Always forwards.

That's better. Much better.

Not a step back.

Our principles are non-negotiable.

That's it.

I'd rather live on my knees
than die standing.

-Yes!
-Or the other way round.

That's it.

-Salsa Brava isn't coming, then?
-No, this year things will be different.

-Are you sure?
-Go on, read it.

Oh, my goodness.

"Let it be known. By order of the mayor...

Let's see what this fuckwit
has in store now.

"...the local festival will be held
in honor of the Virgin."

Thank God.

It's the festival announcement!

-"Saturday: high mass and procession.
-Fine.

"In the afternoon: bouncy castles
and chorizo barbecue at Lourdes' bar.

"This year, there will be
a vegan option available."

-What's that?
-See if anyone wants it.

-We'll have jotas, right?
-Will we take the Christ out or not?

Yes, please!

-Why the fuck take Him out again?
-I don't care.

-What about the floral offering?
-Right.

Okay.

"At 9:00 p.m.,
there will be a concert in the square

"by Ariel Manara
and the Alliance of Civilizations."

-Don't even think of it!
-What are you saying?

Salsa Brava isn't coming?

Salsa Brava!

Salsa Brava!

-Salsa Brava!
-On Sunday...

-Salsa Brava!
-For kids...

-Salsa Brava!
-...and adults...

-Salsa Brava!
-Calm down! What's all this?

Have some respect. He's a public servant.

We want Salsa Brava.

They've been coming for 20 years.

-Because we like them!
-We're fed up with your changes.

We want to keep our traditions.

And we're fed up with the fines
for playing cards!

And you removed the kids' goalposts!

And stop changing street names.
You're confusing everyone.

Okay. But let's talk.
Let's not bray like animals.

-He just called us animals!
-Don't be an ass. I didn't say that.

-We're asses now!
-It's just a figure of speech.

This is too much.

-Throw him into the fountain!
-Let's go.

Come on!

No, no, no!

No, no, no!

No, no, no!

-No!
-Careful with his head.

This is completely antidemocratic!

Are you okay, son?

Are you happy now?

Are you?

-Get him!
-Don't let him get away!

-He's running away.
-Come on!

What do you want?

We want that idiot
to stop destroying our traditions.

Stop right there.

Want to know
where you can stick your traditions?

He might not be the best mayor ever,
but you voted for him to change things.

Something this town badly needs.

I don't get you.
Why are you behaving like wild animals?

Look, he's at the window!

Holy crap!

Cosme! You're banned from the bar
for a month.

-Fuck off!
-Two months!

Any other hero?

No, right? Then off you go.

Let's go, son.

People aim to kill here.

-You had it coming.
-Me?

What did I do?

What did you do?

Who do you think you are to come here
and censor the jotas and everything?

You think you can come here
and look down on people?

You're like Columbus
and they're the Indians, right?

No, not Indians.

Don't be a colonialist.
They're called "Native Americans."

-Please respect their customs.
-Great.

So we must respect the customs
of Native Americans,

but not the customs of this town.

Do you realize how lucky you are
you can help people?

You can help solve their problems,
improve their lives.

You have money,
so do something useful with it.

And stop being a jerk.

I think you can go now. Everyone's gone.

You look beautiful when you get serious.

That's all I wanted to say.

And that lock of hair...

-You look so empowered.
-Go.

They call him the iron one

In Zaragoza there's a bridge

They call him the iron one

I don't even have time to eat.

A huge fire, and now seven years later...

Underneath it runs the Ebro

Underneath it runs the Ebro

In Zaragoza there's a bridge

Hello.

Come in.

I'm sorry. I'm here to tell you
that I've made a mistake.

I prioritized the macro stuff
and forgot the micro stuff,

the material things, everyday needs...

I think that that's the only way
to fight against the indifference

that people suffer from
when they feel left out, right?

And excluded from the res publica.

You're repeating
what I told you yesterday,

but using weird words,
as if it was your idea.

Who cares? Ideas flow in every direction.

No. The idea was mine.
You're the one with no direction.

What do you want? What is it?

This better not be animal skin.

It's baby skin. What do you want?

-What--
-I want you to help me.

I'm terrible at practical things.

-Goalposts!
-Moha, on the line.

Goalposts!

And finally, this street will be called...

Piss Alley.

Well done, man. That's it.

Right. Piss Alley.
That's how it's always been called.

And if anyone has an innovative,
green, sustainable, inclusive project...

What?

We're getting money
from the EU and the Ministry.

For anything?

I was thinking I should change the fridge.

The old one doesn't work
and wastes energy.

And it wakes up Toñi.

Perfect. Let's look
into an energy renewal plan.

That's not for local businesses.

So she doesn't get any money?

The bus shelter is fucked up,
and the sun hits hard.

And the bus from Valverde is always late.

We don't have a budget
for street improvements.

"Sweep away the patriarchy."

I'm not sure this was the intention.

I don't care if it's Che Guevara up there,
as long as there's shade.

Sorry, could you flip it
so it's visible from below?

Yeah, sure.

Is the Ministry also paying for this?

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

We're creating green spaces.

It's greener.

-It's wonderful.
-You'll see.

Like this?

This goes under senior citizen
stimulation projects.

You'll be in big trouble
if they audit this, you know?

They're only interested
in receiving the invoices at the Ministry.

It's up to you.

Will you still see me?

Sure, Máximo. Come in.

Okay.

Take a seat.

So?

Well, they've told me
you're helping people.

But this time for real.

-I'm doing what I can.
-Right.

Look,

I know you and I
haven't always seen eye to eye.

But if you could help me out...

-The rafters are affected by...
-Humidity.

Torrential rains. Climate change.

No. It barely rains here.
It's the woodworms.

Okay, but where do woodworms live?
In dry wood.

Why is it dry?
Because it doesn't rain. Climate change.

Keep all the invoices.

You should also insulate the roof.

We might get a grant
for energy efficiency.

Sure.

Thank you.

Thank you. Let's go.

Men and women of La Cañada,

I didn't start off on the right foot
as your mayor,

but thanks to your words
and your stone-throwing,

-I learned to respect you.
-Stop boring us to death

and launch the rocket already!

-That's it! Launch the rocket!
-Do it!

Men and women of La Cañada,

long live the holidays!

What a shitty rocket.

-My farts are louder.
-I know.

Nothing more fitting for this farewell,

or maybe this welcome into the unknown,

than this brief musical poem
into which we've poured

as much soul and life as we possess.

It is important to do it

I want you to tell me
Your last optimism

I offer you

My absolute trust

Even though it's a small barter

We must reconcile with ourselves

You're alone

I'm alone

There's a reason we're near

Loneliness

Can also be a flame

Thank you very much, La Cañada.

Salsa Brava.

-I liked it.
-Salsa Brava!

-It figures.
-Salsa Brava.

Sorry, I don't know that one. Salsa Brava?

Salsa Brava.

-Salsa Brava.
-Is it a bolero or a tango?

-I'm sorry, I don't know it.
-Salsa Brava.

Salsa Brava!

-Thanks.
-Salsa Brava!

Hey, the other day I had a fever

Brought on by your love, baby

I ended up at the hospital

Although I had no insurance

They injected me colored serum

And took X-rays

I was diagnosed with love sickness

As soon as they saw my heart beating

But they even looked into my soul

With X-rays and surgery

-There. Your bottle, maño.
-Thanks.

But the thing is science doesn't work

Hey!

It wasn't Salsa Brava,
but it wasn't too bad.

Don't worry, it's on me.

-I'll pay, Paco.
-All right.

Of course.
You gave us Internet, helped my old man...

-It's the least I can do.
-Thanks, man.

No problem.

Thank you. The fridge is perfect.

And I can finally sleep.

It's on me.

No, I still have this one.

-For later, then.
-Okay. Thank you.

This love is contagious

Hey, my levels of bilirubin have rocketed

My bilirubin rockets

When you don't look back at me

So? How does it feel
being thanked by people?

-Better than being stoned, actually.
-I can imagine.

I'm glad. Will you dance?

-I can try.
-Yeah?

-Yes.
-Let's see.

I owe all this to you, Lourdes.

-You made me change.
-No.

Just take me out for dinner sometime.

No, I mean it.

I don't know how to thank you.
If it weren't for you...

This is all thanks to you.

-I have to thank you.
-You sure like talking.

-Are you a politician?
-A politician?

-A politician.
-Would a politician dance like this?

This love is contagious

Hey, my bilirubin rockets

When you don't look back at me

-When you don't look back at me
-And aspirin doesn't cure it

-Or serum or penicillin
-This love is contagious

My bilirubin rockets

Mayor!

Mayor!

There's been a call from the Ministry.

-They caught us?
-No. They want to congratulate us.

La Cañada has been the Spanish town
that has obtained most grants.

Well done, Quique.

Yeah, for making La Cañada
the most sustainable, diverse,

and feminist town in Empty Spain.

Okay, let's talk about it tomorrow.

They're coming tomorrow, Mayor.

-Who is coming?
-The Director General.

She wants to know
how we've spent the money

on green initiatives and all that.

-No.
-Yes.

-No.
-I'm telling you she is.

Are you sure?

-Completely.
-Fuck, I'll go to jail.

Oh my God, I'm fucked!

What's wrong with him?

The Director General is coming tomorrow
to see how the money was spent.

Come on, man. It's not a big deal.

Not a big deal?

I've forged official documents,
plus seven other misdemeanors.

You're having a panic attack!

Here, take one of my pills.
They're relaxing.

They work wonders.

No. I don't believe in Big Pharma,
only in natural remedies.

Take the fucking pill!

-He's sleeping like a log.
-Poor guy.

-You take one of these every night?
-Sometimes two... and a half.

What do we do now?

I have an idea.

Fuck.

LINA
16 Missed Calls

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fucking pothole.

Is that him?

-The mayor.
-Yeah.

-Finally.
-Director General.

Enrique,

I wanted to congratulate you
and the whole town

for the incredible job
you've done to achieve...

We haven't achieved anything.

-Excuse me?
-I didn't invest properly.

I've disappointed you,
the Ministry, the party,

Europe, its institutions, my ideas,

and, most of all, the taxpayer.

What are you saying?

Good morning!

It's the mayor... The former mayor.

The thing is, the kid is too modest.

He would have liked to do more,
but he's completely changed the town.

-Follow me, friends. I'll show you.
-Sure, that's what we're here for.

I myself was a combustion engine junkie,

until I discovered sustainable mobility.

And it's not just me.

More and more people
are committed to moving around

with greater respect for the environment.

Congratulations, Quique.

-Well...
-God!

Have a good and healthy morning.

-Good morning, Father Pascual.
-Bye.

Son?

Hello!

Hello.

-Good morning.
-Mohamed.

Come and see!

I sell lettuce free of pesticides,
artificial colors or preservatives.

It's nice and fresh. Come and see.

Let me tell you.

I have a local borage that's all the rage.

It's true that some measures
were harder to implement.

Like gender-balanced games. Right, Quique?

Absolutely.

The usual.

While I play, my husband cooks.

Wow!

I like that. Sharing responsibilities.

You're bringing this town
into the 22nd century.

-You think so?
-And there's more.

-Right, Quique?
-Yeah.

-Let's go.
-Yeah.

Off we go.

Here we're using sheep droppings
for camping.

-Camping?
-"Composting."

-That's it.
-Better.

Sheep!

-They're so cute.
-Male, female, undefined.

Follow me, please.

That's the same shepherd
that used to beat the sheep.

-Yeah.
-It's unbelievable, Quique.

And now we'll visit the cultural center,

Brotherly Love Street number three.

WELCOME

Here we are.

-It's beautiful.
-Please.

Good morning.

Today, our microsexism workshop
is devoted to...

Mans-prea-ding.

Which is basically flaunting the junk.

When you're sitting next to someone,

close your legs.

Don't spread out. Leave some space.

It's a question of manners. Understood?

Director General,
it's a pleasure to meet you.

-I'm a great admirer of yours.
-Thank you.

Eulalia is an entrepreneur from the town.

-She has a small business.
-That's right.

-All female workers.
-Impressive.

What does your company do?

-It's in the care sector.
-That's it.

Care and affection are so important.

-And so overlooked, right?
-Even denigrated.

I hope your company keeps growing, sister.

We have a community garden.
Would you like to see it?

Everything is organic.
No pesticides or fertilizers.

No synthetic chemical products.

I've just picked all this fruit.
Want some strawberries?

Sure. Thanks.

Are they still in season?

It's getting difficult to know
what season we're in.

You know, climate change
has some advantages too.

That's the media room.
Would you like to see it?

-Sure.
-It tastes like nature.

Here again?

Sure.

How is it?

Delicious.

Would you like to try other fruits?

Fuck off, you oppressor,
with your white male privileges.

I, a white male imperialist,

agonize, aware at last

of my unfair privileges.

Do you like vegetables?

Here, a stalk of fresh celery.

-What do you think?
-It's great.

You have to try the eggplant then.

Now we'll listen to our new jota group,
Empowered Women,

who will offer us their new, more diverse,

more plural, and obviously
not heteropatriarchal repertoire.

I present to you, The Clitoris Jota.

Explore my sexuality

Get up here, kiddo

And explore my sexuality

I haven't enjoyed it since last Christmas

Since last Christmas

Get up here, kiddo

Olé.

You're all an example.

You're a beacon for Empty Spain.
Or Emptied Spain.

But also for the whole of Spain.

You've filled us with excitement, joy,

and the hope that a different kind
of rural life is possible.

Thank you, Quique.

My colleague.

We're leaving this place as changed people
by everything we've seen. Thanks.

Thank you, Quique.

Thank you very much.

-Let's go.
-We're going?

This has made me think
we have to place the clitoris

at the center of the debate.
After all, it is a political issue.

Exactly, clitoral orgasms empower women.

Not like vaginal orgasms, which is what
the heteropatriarchy prescribes.

I agree.

So? What do you think of the hipster town?

You guys really nailed it. Moha, dude.

I almost laughed out loud with you.
I couldn't help it.

-Whose idea was this?
-Mine, Maricruz's, Lourdes'.

By the way, where is she?

Can we talk for a second?

In private.

Let's go.

The Director General is thrilled with you.

She says she wants you in her department,
and there's an opening.

Well, thanks,
but I quite like being a mayor.

Being a man of action,
a sculptor of the future.

From the Ministry, we can change
a lot of towns like this one.

I'm not sure.

And we could be back together
in Madrid, you and I.

Gaspar and I broke up.

Definitely.

Okay.

"Okay"?

-What do you want me to say?
-You don't care?

Remember how great we were together?

I don't.

What?

No, I don't.

What is it?

Do you have a girlfriend now?

She's not my girlfriend,
but I have met someone.

Really?

Is that someone so important

that you'll give up your dream
of working on policy at the Ministry?

Lina, let's go.

Coming.

This is a once in a lifetime chance.

Get in.

Goodbye, Quique.

You'll receive an offer
in the next few days.

-Okay. Thanks.
-See you.

-See you.
-Let's go.

Lourdes!

Lourdes.

Lourdes.

Quique, do you have the speech?

-Yes.
-Yes?

Come on, then.
The Director General is waiting.

Coming.

Tonight they're launching
a magazine at Pandora.

Maybe you'd like to come.

I don't know. I'll tell you later.

I have to confirm it.

Yeah, but...

Why don't we let our thing flow
like a river? No man-made canals.

It's been a few months
since we implemented our program

Murals for Equality.

A program full of inspiring messages

for hundreds of towns
in Empty or Emptied Spain.

These are hard times
for the forgotten Spain.

We must be proactive...

Aren't you sick of this shit?

The mayor is going to be on!

He's also your mayor, Lourdes.

Oh, Father.

The great results achieved
by our friend and colleague

-in a small town...
-How are you doing, you beast?

What's with you?

We'll expand it by sending
many more goodwill ambassadors

to similar places.

Something that began as the initiative
of a small party will now become...

It's not from the co-op,
but it's drinkable.

-What are you doing here?
-My girl dragged me here.

-Partner.
-Partner.

You two are together?

I met her when she came to free the sheep,

and when she came back
with the Director General I thought,

-"She's not getting away."
-No, I said that.

-How is Lourdes doing?
-She's fine.

I couldn't say goodbye.

No, she's not fine. She's really sad.

-She no longer serves tapas.
-Why?

I don't know. She seems to miss you.

-Thanks, Quique.
-Me?

-Quique, now.
-Now what?

It's your turn. Are you stupid? Come on!

Give me that.

Here.

Long live the mayor!

Quique, you're the fucking boss.

I've spent all morning
thinking about what I was going to say...

But I think it's best if I improvise
and say what I feel.

Yes, that's the right thing to do.

Murals for Equality
is a program with good intentions,

because we all want equality.

Right? But...

from what I've learned at La Cañada,

this program is... complete nonsense.

"Complete nonsense."

Towns don't need murals,

or studies on ethnic diversity,
or public bikes.

Towns need teachers,
nurseries, doctor's offices,

broadband... They need for us to listen
to the people who live in them.

They don't want portraits of Frida Kahlo.

Ramón,

tell them where we placed the sign
against heteropatriarchy in La Cañada.

On top of the bus shelter,
so people didn't fry in the sun.

And that's what I want to keep on doing.

Helping people

with real solutions for real problems.

-The plunge in the fountain did him good.
-You tell me.

We should have thrown him in sooner.

We should talk a little bit less
and listen a little bit more.

So I'm going to do that, too,
and will go to...

Ramón, can I borrow your car?

Okay.

Thank you.

-That was weird, right?
-I don't know.

I'm getting bad vibes from him.

Excuse me.

Since you're transportation experts,

which is the most efficient diesel
from an environmental standpoint?

Lourdes.

I'm off to the beach. What about you?

That place is full of assholes.

I miss the town and I miss you.

Sorry? I didn't hear you.

Well, if you quit making noise,
you would hear me.

I miss the town and I miss you.

Me?

Yeah.

-I love you.
-Sorry?

-What?
-You heard me.

No, the truth is...

The truth is I didn't hear you because
the car engine is too loud.

I don't know. I didn't get what you said.

Fuck, I love you.

-The kid says he loves you!
-Yeah.

-Yes?
-Yes.

-Yes?
-Yes.

Sorry, you're the girl from the bar
at La Cañada, right?

Yes.

-Is that where you're heading?
-Yeah, we're playing tonight.

Can I ask you a favor?

First of all, I have a message
from your mayor, Quique.

-Hooray for the mayor!
-Hooray!

I'm not sure I can explain
what he said to me, but I'll try.

So, he came here believing
he could teach you something,

and, at the end of the day, you were
the ones who taught him something.

That's beautiful, right?

He says thank you for everything.

He's gone to the beach
with the prettiest girl in town.

I guess you agree with that. Do you?

Yes!

And he said a lot more,
but I'm not sure I got it all right.

To sum it up, you must always be united.
Don't forget that.

And I'll shut up now
because we're here to sing.

And you're here to dance. Are you ready?

Yes!

Let's go, La Cañada!

Baby, don't call me, I'm busy

Forgetting your wrongs

I decided I'm going out tonight

With my motomamis, with all my girls

And I'm on the rebound
Going crazy

I got a new flow
Baby, hacked

I move it from side to side

And to the other side

Today I'll be the queen of the club
With my baby

And I'm on the rebound
Going crazy

God forbid I ever get back with you

I move it from side to side
And to the other side

Today I'll be the queen of the club
With my baby

The queen

I'm wearing a skirt, hoops and a necklace
Piña colada, I don't feel sad

I'm with Fefa, she's the boss

She dances it, she teaches me

This brunette isn't working today

Fuck fame, fuck the job

The night is long, the night is good

A violent mambo and end of our problems

Look how easy it is to tell you
A, B, C, one, two, three

Look how easy it is to tell you

That this motomami is no longer for you

Look how easy it is to tell you

A, B, C, one, two, three
Look how easy it is to tell you

That this motomami already...

And I'm on the rebound
I'm crazy

I got a new flow
Baby, hacked

I move it from side to side
And to the other side

Today I'll be the queen of the club
With my baby

And I'm on the rebound
I'm crazy

God forbid I ever get back with you

I move it from side to side
And to the other side

Today I'll be the queen of the club
With my baby

I'm going at 180
Because I'm a racing gal

You get distracted
And I overtake you on the right

I'm going at 180
Because I'm a racing gal

You get distracted
And I overtake you on the right

Let's go, La Cañada!

-A, B, C
-One, two, three

-A, B, C
-One, two, three

I'm going to tell you how easy it is

-A, B, C
-One, two, three

I'm going to tell you how easy it is
This motomami is no longer for you