Los perfectos desconocidos Page #6

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Before, people asked "How are you?",

now it's "Where are you?".

It's unbearable.

Okay, but he did ask

"How are you?".

This is important, damn it!

Why must I be available

to everyone all the time?

I'll call you when I feel like it!

We used to have ten,

twenty contacts at most.

Now, with f***ing phones,

we have 100.

And if we don't call in 5 minutes,

they get annoyed.

And they spot you

when you're online.

Everyone knows where you are

all the time.

Your mother, your girl, the bank,

everyone, especially at night.

"Why were you online at 5 a.m.?"

"What the hell do you care

what time I go online. F***!"

We can't go on like this!

That's enough!

Okay, I won't answer.

Good! Don't answer.

Besides, Borja's a pest.

You have an email.

Who's it from?

He looks sh*t-scared.

Read it. Read it out loud.

"Fenix Travel..."

The agency.

Wait, this'll knock you out.

Listen...

Please, read email.

I cannot find "readymail"

among your contacts.

It's your pronunciation,

speak clearly.

Message for Ana.

No, no, no!

Who's it from?

Hold on a moment.

We'll finish Alfonso first,

then go to Ana.

Please, read... the... email.

You have a new email

from Fenix Travel at 10:33 p.m.

Subject:
Stay in Teruel.

Dear Mr. Ruiz, we regret to say

that after an exhaustive search,

we've found nothing

under 100 euros a night

due to high season.

We may find places

by raising the price. Goodbye.

But we're flat broke.

I cannot help you with that.

One question...

Why a money limit?

I asked for a budget.

But who decided we couldn't

afford more than 100 a room?

The way things are,

you don't throw away money.

The way things are for whom?

A little for everybody.

100 is a lot for you?

Don't sh*t me!

It's not that, Eduardo.

If I say I'm going, I can pay.

Otherwise, I won't go.

But you decide things for me

on some shitty WhatsApp group.

Like the football. What's the group?

"Everyone but Edu"?

"Let's save Edu"?

"Edu's a pain in the ass".

If you want, I'll call the agency

and say "Open bar,

suites for everyone, pool, jacuzzi...

Okay, okay.

I asked for a tighter budget

because, if you recall,

I'm unemployed.

You said you weren't going.

I changed my mind. Is that okay?

So you are in this little group?

Yes, not the football one, this one.

"Because he has a girlfriend..."

Exactly.

You should bring Isabel

the contortionist along.

I'm going to f***ing smack you.

Let's look at the message for Ana.

Stop touching the phones, f*** it.

"Number unknown"

Let's see...

"Dear Mrs. Garca,

we inform you that a place

has just become available.

If you answer this message

in the next 24 hours,

you will enjoy a 15% discount."

That's great.

"Do not hesitate to contact us

for any further information.

Thank you for choosing us.

Los Alamos Senior Citizens Home...

What this Los Alamos place?

A home?

No. A residence.

The other day I went with Mara,

the girl with twins, to see her mother.

We saw the place

and it's really nice.

I gave them my email

for more information, that's all.

Who's the home for? My mother?

It's not a home,

more like a luxury hotel.

The breakfasts are amazing:

Eggs, bacon, sausages, juices...

You think it's fine not to tell me?

Oh, right, it just happened.

Look, I didn't even

keep the number.

This is too much.

You want to throw her out?

No, Antonio!

Don't get all riled up!

I don't want to throw anyone out.

The poor woman, in her state,

but she does anything for us,

she looks after the kids,

the house, everything.

That's the problem.

What problem?

I'm suffocating.

Since she's lived with us

I've been suffocating.

She chooses everything. Everything!

What we watch on TV, the coffee...

And she's always around.

We haven't been alone for ages.

Now.

Just you and me.

We're alone right now

because my mother's minding the kids.

I'm not getting into this.

That'd be better.

I'm not getting into it.

Sorry.

We'll talk at home.

No, not at home

because your mother's there!

I really like my mother-in-law.

But if she had to live with us...

My mother?

Yes.

I'd throw her out before you.

You see?

That's true.

What's the time? The eclipse!

We forgot about it.

Then let's go!

Let's go.

It's wonderful.

Blood moon.

Bigger than ever.

F***, it's huge.

Like a dream.

Or a nightmare.

The Mayans must be freaking out.

You idiot, Pepe.

You don't believe in anything?

What am I meant to believe in?

All cultures warn of the danger

of an eclipse like this.

Let's take a photo!

I'll get my phone.

This photo obsession,

I can't stand it.

Shouldn't you change your shirt?

I'm not taking off my shirt!

C'mon, a selfie!

Get the moon in.

Everyone together.

Come on.

Smile.

Let's go!

Another, another.

Smile!

That's it.

We didn't come out.

You pressed the button wrong.

You should use the flash.

No, we didn't come out.

We're not in the photo.

Let me see...

The moon's here and we're not in it.

You took the photo by accident

before we got in it.

You didn't hit the button.

I'm not an idiot, okay?

I know how to take a photo.

Let's do another.

Another one.

C'mon, another.

Go.

Pepe...

Leave me alone, Antonio.

Come down.

Ready?

Yes.

Yes.

"Message from Gordi".

Who's Gordi?

Sergio, my ex.

We're not in the photo.

Forget the photos. What does

your ex want on Saturday night?

I don't know.

What do you think?

I don't get why

you've got him down as "Gordi".

It's from when we went out.

Then change it.

Okay.

Is it so hard?

It should be name and surname.

He's not her "Gordi" now.

Okay.

He's her ex.

Exactly.

That bothers you?

Don't trust exes.

Like the Japanese, they never give up.

Get outta here.

Like the Mayans.

I bet he's a great guy,

he's alone in some bar, bored,

and felt like calling.

May I?

Of course.

What do you know?

"I...

What does he say?

"I feel like f***ing".

Maybe it's the auto-correct.

Go f*** yourself!

No, honey.

It's not the auto-correct.

Can you explain why you're laughing?

Yes, I can.

Then explain!

Sergio is in this relationship.

It's just sex, okay?

But it's a lie,

he's in love like a b*tch.

That's why he called the vet.

I'm my ex's sentimental advisor.

That's why he calls me.

What the hell are you saying?

Don't you believe me?

No, I don't.

Sorry, it does sound fabricated.

No, it sounds terrible.

Okay, let's do this... C'mon.

C'mon, c'mon.

He'll explain it to you.

Listen.

Blanca?

Yes.

Just as well.

I'm f***ed. What do I do?

She called you, right?

She called me.

Okay, and?

She asked me to go to her place.

And you're not going.

I shouldn't go,

but I really want to.

Right, Gordi... Sergio...

Act like you don't want to.

Blanca, I can't.

I can't stop thinking about her,

she's driving me crazy.

I feel bad.

If you go, it'll be like always.

Okay, thanks.

I know, it's a big help.

No, thank you for calling

whenever you feel like it.

So, have you got it straight?

Yeah, okay, alright.

Okay. Ciao.

Don't go to her place.

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