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show their ass to the moon

to get money.

I don't believe it.

I swear, my grandma did it.

She'd go to the garden

and lift up her dress.

She did it every full moon, right?

She didn't get rich,

but they had a laugh.

Well, this is a bit more modern.

You make a wish and resend

the message to ten contacts.

Unless you want the opposite

to what you wished for.

Like the message chains

we sent as kids.

That really scared me,

I spent whole evenings

writing letters by hand.

That's why you resent it to me.

I didn't know you were so superstitious.

I'm not, it's just in case.

Yes, just in case.

You didn't believe him, did you?

No, but I'm sending it to

the office, they'll love it.

What did you wish for, Eva?

I can't say, or it won't come true.

The message doesn't say that.

I wished that tonight

wouldn't be a pain in the ass.

F***...

Are we that boring?

Wouldn't you like something

to happen tonight?

No? Something different?

What if something bad happens?

Nothing's worse than boredom,

I assure you.

Thanks a lot, honey.

I love you too.

They're here!

Good, good.

Hello?

What did he say?

Are they coming up?

When they arrive,

don't stare like half-wits.

If he turns up with a MILF,

I'll piss myself.

Okay...

Shut up.

Alfonso, for God's sake...

Evening.

What's wrong?

Where's Luca?

Oh, Luca. She's sorry,

but she couldn't come.

She got one of

those two-day viruses,

an intestinal virus. A mess.

I brought wine.

Biodynamic?

No, Marqus de Vargas, reserve.

That's more like it!

So Luca's not coming?

Are you stupid?

Didn't I say she was in a mess?

And we so wanted to meet her.

Yes, she wanted to meet you too,

but she didn't want to spread it.

Can I come in

or do I have to go?

Come in, come in.

It's a shame about Luca.

Yes.

Hey, nice earrings.

You're the nice one.

What happened, Pepe?

With what?

You haven't split up?

No, we haven't.

You didn't argue?

Are you an a**hole? No!

Pepe, how old did you say she was?

I didn't say, Antoito.

You didn't?

No, I didn't say.

She's our age.

Ahh!

"Ah", what?

No, nothing.

We agreed:
No comments

in bad taste about Luca.

She's not here.

But I am.

Luca is a lovely name.

"Pepe and Luca" sounds great.

Golly! I had a dog called Luca!

Tell me, are you in love?

I don't know. How do you know

when you're in love?

You're asking me?

Sure. You're the expert.

You must know.

You're a psychologist.

If you talk to her for

30 minutes a day, you're in love.

Right. And if it's an hour?

You're really in love.

And if you never talk, you're married.

Sorry, honey, you gave it to me

on a platter.

Take no notice.

Smells great. What is it?

Black truffles.

Speaking of a load of truffles,

have we got the house in Teruel?

No, not yet.

It's delicious. We should go up

and get tons of it this winter.

That'd be nice, the shop downstairs

sells them for 250

per 100 grams.

And some are this big.

2500 a kilo?

More or less, yes.

That's serious cash.

You bet.

Why don't we grow

truffles in La Pedriza?

Truffles?

Yes.

In La Pedriza?

Yes, where we have the house.

You idiot,

truffles aren't like onions.

They grow in special conditions.

And La Pedriza

isn't exactly rich soil.

In winter it's green.

Yes, it's like Ireland.

It's a 1000 metres up.

It's just rocks. Give me that.

Do you realise it'll be our first

vacation without Clara and Diego?

It feels weird to me.

To me too.

The other day I spoke to Clara,

she says hello.

How is she?

Just imagine,

she's back with her folks in Zaragoza.

Who are the kids with?

With her, who else?

With Diego?

The poor girl's a mess.

Finding out that your husband

a girl your daughter's age

would destroy anyone.

I feel sorry for her.

She'll need time to get over it.

50, menopausal, and your husband's

banging a young girl...

Did you guys know?

They knew.

No, no.

He didn't tell us anything.

Come on!

Of course they knew. Please...

Even if he told us,

were we meant to tell her?

If you're someone's friend,

you tell them.

According to you,

whether I knew or not,

I should've told Clara:

"Hey, Diego is f***ing

a 23-year-old babe..."

So she was a babe.

23 years old?

It's just an example.

Aren't they both our friends?

That's right.

We'd have screwed up either way.

It's tricky because if you talk

and then destroy a family,

who's to blame? Them?

No, the one who talked.

Let's get this straight.

If he cheats on me, tell me.

Yeah, sure they'll tell you.

They've got each other's backs,

they'd never tell you.

They're all the same.

It's a lost cause.

We're too different.

Like a Mac and a PC.

And which are we?

PCs.

Spectrum.

They're cheap, get all the viruses

and can only do one thing at a time.

In the shower Antonio either sings

or soaps up, or he tenses up.

And Macs are like women:

Intuitive, fast and elegant.

And we can do a thousand things

at the same time.

Expensive and only compatible

with each other.

And what about Diego?

He's with this 23-year-old girl.

Poor guy, huh?

That's hell.

I'm serious. Imagine Diego

going to a Justin Bieber concert

or drinking on the street

out of a supermarket bag.

F*** that.

She's bound to take everything:

The house, the money, the car...

Don't go overboard.

Ask him.

At your divorce

you got fleeced too, right?

What can they take from me?

All your money.

What money? I'm just

a gym teacher, and fat.

And unemployed too now.

Any worse and she'd have to

give me the money.

Sure, without kids it's all easier.

Anyway, it's bad luck,

a family destroyed by a message.

No, a family destroyed

by a 23-year-old slut.

And he's to blame too.

Of course.

If Clara hadn't read the message...

Now it's Clara's fault

for reading the message.

It's not that. You have to be

careful and delete the messages.

It's the first thing you do

when you cheat on your wife.

I'd say.

Excuse me?

It's just an example.

Let's not take everything literally.

No, no, no.

Do you have to be careful

with messages or the fact

that you're disgusting?

Sorry, Blanca.

All I'm saying is that

this thing is to blame.

When it wasn't around,

there were no problems.

No, the problem's always been there.

You men are all pigs.

Good God...

The cell phone isn't to blame.

Okay, we're pigs,

and you're sisters of charity?

That's my Antonio.

The only sure thing

is what we have here.

There are no passwords here,

it's like a safe.

It's true that this

has changed everything.

Where are our heads now?

Here.

And we leave it on the table

within anyone's reach.

Antonio would never give me his phone.

What?

You heard.

What?

Take it.

Here you are. What's the problem?

I'll pick it up, seriously.

That's enough, Antonio.

I'll pick it up, eh?

Go ahead. 7272.

Look at his hand shaking.

It is shaking.

You're turning white.

No. Now I want you

to pick it up.

I'm picking it up?

Go ahead, but give me yours.

I'll tell you what you'll find:

Messages to the paediatrician,

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