Los perfectos desconocidos Page #5

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You idiot, you can say it's Luca.

Nobody here knows her.

What about when I introduce her?

Well, that...

we'll deal with as we go.

F*** it, Pepe. F*** it!

I fell over.

One thing I ask you, one thing.

Couldn't you have thought it out

before playing this shitty game?

I said no a thousand times.

What could I do? Ana would've

freaked if I complained any more.

Don't involve me, I'm in no mood.

This is up to you two.

Pepe... Pepe. Pepe!

Ana would leave me.

She'd leave me!

Don't you get it?

"I'm in no mood".

So, do we destroy a family?

Do you want my kids

taken from me like Diego?

What kind of photo?

Nothing, a photo of her.

What, naked?

Showing it all? Slutty?

No, just photos of her.

But weird ones?

Weird?

I don't know what you like...

Weird? Tied up? Rubber suit?

S&M? No, they're selfies.

Selfies...

Selfies, that's all.

This is giving me the f***ing creeps.

Pepe, Pepe, Pepe.

Look, yesterday for example,

she sent me a photo of herself

in pajamas.

Pajamas with Pluto on them.

Is that weird?

Pluto?

With Pluto.

How old is she?

She's older than she looks.

Antoito...

Want some help?

You changed your hair.

Antonio didn't even notice.

Well, it's a small change.

If I cut my head off,

he wouldn't notice.

If I don't tell you, I'll explode.

Your husband is seeing a therapist.

What?

A psychologist in an office

next to Antonio's practice.

Who are all these messages from?

Jorge, indoor football game.

It's the game.

Oh, yeah, football.

You're playing tomorrow?

I didn't get anything.

It didn't reach you?

It will, sometimes it takes time.

What company are you with?

The signal's bad here.

Let me...

Did you delete me from the group?

No, Jorge's organizing it.

You know what he's like.

What's he like?

Absent minded.

It's fine, come along anyway.

Sure, we'll make some changes.

Sure.

You f***ers, you only call me

when you want a goalkeeper.

Some f***ing friends.

Look, round steak!

Delicious, right?

Message, message... Let's see...

From Lola.

Give it here.

"Call me, it's urgent".

Who's this Lola

that needs you so urgently?

A promising name.

I'm sorry, guys,

but Lola is the switchboard girl

at Radio Taxi.

I've always wondered

how they speak at home.

Maybe:
"Five minutes in bed, honey".

"Marriage bed, night table corner,

in the vicinity of the bathroom".

I don't know how it is for salt.

It's a bit bland.

Overdo it and you can't fix it.

This looks fantastic.

No, no, sorry.

Call her, let's see

what this Lola wants.

No work calls.

It'll be a shift change,

an emergency...

Look at her stick up for hubby.

You can tell they're newlyweds.

Honey, stick up for yourself.

Go on, call her.

No, seriously.

If I call, I'll get a substitution.

No, sorry, the rules are

for everyone, so call her.

Do you want to ruin our dinner

and tomorrow as well?

Lunch with her parents.

What a plan. Call her!

A**hole!

Message!

Another one!

Let's see...

For Pepe.

"120, go! Double steps".

What's this?

It's a training app.

I won't be long.

You lose 8-12 kilos in 2 weeks.

It's a sure thing.

You have to do it now?

Whenever they call.

But we're having dinner!

I know.

How can I get a trainer's job

looking like this?

Come and sit down.

No, he's right, let him work out.

They call at night too?

If I don't do it,

he gives me more exercises

or calls me at 2 a.m.

Don't look at me.

What about liposuction?

No need for b*obs,

he's already got them.

Sh*t!

F***!

No, no!

No!

Ana... Ana...

The skirt as well.

My favourite shirt.

I'm sorry.

My favourite shirt.

Put white wine on it.

No, cold water. Don't worry.

Let's go to the kitchen.

White wine on top of red...

Don't worry.

White wine makes it vanish.

Or salt can absorb it.

F***, Alfonso.

I'm sorry.

Relax.

I'm sorry.

Ana, really...

50. A light workout

and I'm out of breath.

Look, a message!

Let's see...

What is it?

"Sunday 6. Reminder: Iva tomorrow".

Who's Iva?

It's the IVA tax, honey.

I pay it tomorrow.

Oh, shoot!

Why didn't you tell me?

What?

You were seeing a therapist.

F***... I started a short time ago.

How short?

Six months.

Six months is short?

Don't get mad.

I won't, but you never

wanted therapy.

Now I do.

Why?

I still think it does no good,

but I feel so bad,

anything helps,

even if it's absurd.

Thanks, honey, I love you too.

Eva, you insisted on couple therapy,

but I think it's better separately,

that's why I didn't tell you.

No, you do this in twos.

But not two specialists and an idiot.

Is it all confrontation to you?

You think this is a tennis match?

Then invite your friends

and we'll play doubles.

You're right, I turn everything

into a confrontation.

I'm right? Wow! Fantastic!

I always want to be on top,

since I've got such a complex.

And have the last word.

That's what my psychologist says:

I have to give way.

And he says that

the couples that weather the storm

are those in which one

of them makes the effort

to take a step back.

So the couple is taking

a step forward.

He says that?

He does.

So to take a step forward

you have to go backwards.

Don't laugh, he's one of yours.

Change your shirt.

I'm not changing my shirt.

And a photo for Pepe!

The only one who can relax.

It's Isabel.

Look out, it's not Luca.

Show us that, Pepe.

Goddamn you.

What is it?

What is it?

What's this?

Give me that.

Alfonso, come and see this.

Pepe my man!

I don't know.

"Honey..." Who is it?

Whose is it?

Pepe's.

Are you studying anatomy?

Gynaecology, more like.

What's that?

It's not for you girls.

Give it to me!

I want to see too.

This filth is sexy to you?

What is this?

Her legs are...

Is she upside down or what?

Your pick-ups amaze me.

She's not a pick-up.

I met her at the gym.

And she's doing Pilates.

Or some Satanic ritual.

Antonio, shut your mouth.

This is making up for lost time.

A year without getting laid,

now a girlfriend, plus a contortionist!

She's nothing, she's half crazy.

I dropped my pen!

I dropped my pen!

What's that on her ass?

What is that?

Yes, it's a penis.

What kind of penises have you seen?

It's a snake.

A snake with an apple

in its mouth.

It's a typical Biblical tattoo.

What do you think, prof?

Someone's gambling on a beating

and has all the tickets.

Careful with the phone.

Don't bust my balls.

She's disgusting!

Message!

What's wrong?

Message.

Are you angry?

It's yours.

Mine?

Yes, yours, yours.

What's that ringtone?

The kids must've put it on.

It's Borja.

What's he say?

"How are you?"

Who's Borja?

A guy at the practice.

Doesn't ring a bell.

You were on maternity leave

when he joined us. A great guy.

You're not going to answer?

No. Why?

He wrote to you.

Sure, write to him:

"I'm fine, I'm at home".

He's not at home.

That's right.

Say:
"Having dinner with friends.

Call you tomorrow".

Sure, okay.

No, not okay.

No?

No. Why does he have to say

where he is?

Yes, why do I?

There's no privacy anymore.

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