[classical music playing]
Uh, so tell me. Pedro, what brings you here?
Uh… my girlfriend…
Well, she's no longer my girlfriend.
…is pregnant with my child, but…
[inhales] …she's with another guy.
At work, my boss is always mobbing me,
and a coworker got fired and asked me for help, which I didn't do.
He, um, committed suicide.
And what would you like to talk about first?
ALPHA MALES
[chattering]
What's this? I thought we didn't order dessert.
It's on the house.
I'm gonna kill you.
[sighs]
You're having some too.
Go ahead. You first.
-[Marimar] Mm! -Huh.
-What? -It's good?
-Delicious, but I'm so stuffed. -Hmm.
But, honey, these guys here made it just for you.
All right, last bite.
For fuck's sake, they forgot it. But I said to--
-Psst! Hey! -[softly gags]
-[gags, coughing] -You okay?
-[coughs] -Marimar! [grunts]
-Ah! -Will you marry me?
-Yes. [coughs, chuckles] -Here, here.
Drink water.
[Marimar coughs]
-Amazing. [chuckles] -Yes.
Ah!
[grunts]
[laughs]
-[coughs] -She's fine. She's fine.
[Marimar chuckles]
-Luis, put it on your wrists. Around it. -Yeah, got it.
Hey, guys, I'm getting married. Coulant number two was the lucky one.
Seriously? You're not in love with her.
Excuse me. Marimar is a nice girl, and I'm actually starting to like her.
Raúl, she's only your girlfriend
'cause you didn't wanna feel like an asshole about Luz.
You're just getting married 'cause she is. Very mature, dude.
It's a coincidence.
Oh. Yeah, a coincidence. [laughing]
Well, thank goodness you never worried about Luz dating a woman.
I just know she's gonna regret it. That woman's lost.
And you're not. You've clearly thought this through carefully.
Marimar loves me a lot.
And I'm not young anymore. It's time I settled.
Things are falling into place now, and we might have kids.
We've been fucking without protection since it's a sin.
But maybe not. I mean, she's at an age where…
We'll let God decide.
[Santi] Uh…
[clears throat] You know what this is called, Raúl?
An intentional mistake.
It's one of my dad's theories.
He said that for some strange reason, people really like to make decisions
that they know are basically just digging their own grave.
I'm engaged. It's final.
You guys can start planning my bachelor party.
-So, we even have to work for you? -[Raúl] Let's go!
Poor Marimar.
Intentional mistakes.
[exhales]
Mrs. Martínez, according to this document in front of me,
which I assume your lawyer's already briefed you on,
you admit that on the evening of May 23rd
at the Snobissimo nightclub,
while under the influence of toxic substances,
you approached the plaintiff, one Daniel García,
from behind and libidinously touched his backside
and moved your hand down his leg in a lascivious manner.
Despite this document, you must verbally acknowledge the charges.
Please, take a seat here.
Mrs. Martínez, do you acknowledge these events
and accept the resulting punishment?
Yes.
Did you see everyone looking at me like that?
-Like I was a sex offender. -Uh, that's what you are.
[intercom rings]
Will you ask Álex to come out? I need to talk to her now.
[Álex] Manu, go to hell!
Álex. Álex, honey, let's talk this over.
-Listen, you are the love of my life. -[line clicks]
Álex? Álex. [gasps]
She dumped you?
Can you please tell her she'll be in my heart forever?
-Is that real? -Yeah.
Could you move aside for a second? Yeah, thanks.
-Oh. Uh, great. Can I come in with you? -I'm sorry.
Once she sees me, we'll figure it out. This is silly.
No, this is just a misunder-- no, wait!
Álex, I adore you!
What happened?
We broke up. You happy now?
Really? What are you thinking? We owe him money.
He kept going on and on about fixing my cheekbones
or getting preventative Botox or a bichectomy.
-What's that? -I saw pics of his ex. She looks crazy.
[Manu] Santi, when you have a sec, uh,
let's talk about the 10,000 euros you owe me.
-Block him. -Just-- hey, stop it.
-I'll ghost him till I get paid from Luis. -[intercom rings]
-[Blanca] Talk to him or he won't leave. -Ugh, fuck!
[mutters]
-How you doing, old man? -Great.
Got time to think about how little time I have left
in this miserable damn life.
That's what retirement homes are for, Joaquín.
-Hey, stop. -[nurse] Hello. Joaquín.
Come on, lunchtime.
If it's mashed potatoes again, I'm gonna order a pizza.
Dad, do you need something? Should we bring anything for you?
Yes, stamps.
Stamps? What for?
-Personal matters. -[exhales]
What are you doing?
[gasps] Shit. A suicide note?
Uh, no, a letter to my mother.
-[Esther] What's it say? -I don't know.
-But I think it'd make things worse. -Worse?
-[cell phone rings] -God damn.
Erika, hi there.
Ulises called his art teacher a "feminazi" after she mentioned
that there have been many unrecognized female artists throughout history.
Oh, my God.
The teachers noticed that he's
recently been making lots of sexist comments
that are totally inappropriate for his age.
Well, I don't know where he could get it from.
-That's not from us. That's for sure. -[Luis] Mnh-mnh.
-We're very open-minded. -[Luis] Mm.
-Very. -We're nothing too wild, but modern.
Modern, yeah, yeah, yeah. I mean, he's on his cellphone all day.
Oh, he already has a cell phone?
Well, he said that all his classmates had one.
[sighs] Well, that's not true at all.
I guess we got manipulated by an 11-year-old.
[Erika] You have to set the rules.
Digital education is very important.
-This is never-ending. -Never-ending.
[Esther sighs]
[exhales]
Tomás!
My love!
Can you help me put the groceries away?
[grunts]
Hello.
Ooh!
Hmm.
Hello-hello. Mm!
-[rock music playing] -♪ You came to me, girl, when I was down ♪
♪ You unintentionally Turned my life around ♪
♪ And you're willing to smile For all your crazy Danielers ♪
♪ Honey, you're my dead-end gal ♪
♪ My dead-end gal forever ♪
♪ Honey, you're my dead-end gal My dead-end gal forever ♪
♪ We're never one but two ♪
♪ You're like a Russian doll ♪
♪ Your last love fell apart Now you're my muse, gal ♪
Wow!
It's called "Russian Doll."
What do you think? Tell me the truth.
Uh, no.
Awesome. So nice of you. Thank you.
Do you like it or not?
I do. Uh…
Right, a Russian doll because there's a mini-me in there.
-Not anymore. It's a boy. -[Tomás] You didn't like it.
[hesitates] I mean, honey. Honey, wait. Hold on.
Honey, I'm sorry, but no one has ever written a song for me before.
And I'd just come back from errands. I was thinking about stuff.
-Suddenly-- -Leave me alone, please.
Oh, fuck, fuck.
Okay, while we wait for Alpha Males to be finalized,
we should focus on our next project.
-Harassed! -Harassed!
-[Ali] Oh! -[laughing]
Yes, Virginia is on board,
but let's do a little brainstorming to think up something better.
What do you mean? We've already written five episodes.
-Already? -We had Sunday meetings.
Send me the drafts, and I'll happily tear them apart.
Pedro, we have to upload the masters to the platform. Are they all set?
Yes, I've reviewed the edits.
Okay. I'll look them over.
[Pedro] I'm the one responsible for the content, right?
I'm the creator and executive producer.
And I'm the CEO. Can I watch the episodes now?
[Ali] By the way,
did you hear about Roberto?
He didn't kill himself.
So the autopsy says he went too far
with some autoerotic asphyxiation.
-Oh, fuck. -Whew!
To Roberto.
I also wanna die mid-orgasm.
Well, we don't know if he finished. They find any traces of semen?
[grunts] How would I know, dude? That's gross.
Oh, shit, it's Santi. How's he doing?
He's fucked up.
You remember how annoying he was after Blanca?
No, please, God, not again.
Hey, Santi.
-[Raúl] Buddy! -[Luis] Hey! Hey, Santi, how you been?
Bad.
Not eating. Not sleeping.
I won't find a woman like her ever again.
-Things always happen for a reason, dude. -There's always a silver lining.
And she wasn't that hot.
Think there's someone else? You think she had other "friends"?
You need to get back on the market. Get back out there. Open Tinder.
I don't wanna go on Tinder!
-Don't give up on love, dude. -I'm giving up. I'm sick of looking.
If it happens, it needs to be spontaneous.
-That doesn't happen anymore, Santi. -[woman] Santi?
Remember me?
Hey. Sure, I do, yeah.
-Uh. -[Luis] Mm.
Uh, what's up?
-Sandra. -Sandra, right, yeah.
We cut it off 'cause you had a girlfriend.
Well, no, I mean, she thought she was, but no.
Oh, in that case, do wanna get a drink now?
Oh, yeah, yeah!
You're not on Tinder, are you?
No, no. But here. Take his number.
I mean, the song's terrible, but it's still cute, you know? Or not.
I mean, no one's ever done that for me. I only get dick pics.
The thing is I just don't know how
to react in moments that are that intense.
[gasps] Am I insensitive now because of Pedro?
You gotta get used to it, sister.
You're in such an emotional roller coaster.
-That the slightest thing makes you-- -That's it.
I've lost all sense of direction.
Um, what should I say? Raúl's here now.
Thank you, Lorena. Hey, pretty cute receptionist.
Raúl, I'm very busy today.
[Raúl] It's important. I wanted to tell you in person.
Luz.
I'm engaged.
I've been considering it for a while, okay? It's a coincidence.
Yeah. With that crazy girl?
[exhales] She's not crazy. She's in love.
Well, I'm very happy for you, and I feel very bad for her.
-Why do you say that? -You want me to explain it to you?
You're the one giving up on this idea
of being a disillusioned marriage lawyer
who used to reject monogamy.
Raúl, are you here to tell me you're engaged
or give me crap for what I wanna do?
I'd say both. But no hard feelings.
You're both invited to my wedding.
Thank you. How kind of you.
Am I invited?
No fucking way. Please, I'm serious. I'm too busy right now.
I don't understand you. What do you see in her?
Well, I feel relaxed around her.
To feel like the girl in the relationship, I had to date another girl.
What were you with me?
Your mother, Raúl. Your mother.
Do you know what this is called? An intentional mistake.
Hey. So, you here to congratulate her?
-Exactly, congratulations. -[Paz] Oh.
We'll talk about Rita's custody later.
[scoffs]
-How'd he take it? -[Raúl] Amazingly well.
-It was bad, bad, very bad. -[Paz] Mm. All right.
Uh, I need your proof of residence for the registry office.
-Have you ever been married before? -Me? No. You?
Yes.
-Hmm. -You sure this is the right thing?
[inhales]
Too late. I've booked the venue, but I'm not saying where.
Which singer should we hire? Karol G or Nathy Peluso?
Because Shakira's been kind of depressing lately, you know?
You're kidding, aren't you?
How about a bachelorette party? Or maybe not.
Um, I don't know. Sounds a little passé, you know?
We'll skip it. Mm. Gotta go.
Mm. Bye.
Hey, why'd you come here?
To give my fiancée a kiss.
Bye.
[cell phone rings]
Hey there, honey.
[Marimar] Father Marcos said we can start the course tomorrow.
Oh, great, can't wait.
Gotta go. I got a meeting.
-Love you. -You too.
[classical music playing]
[engine revving]
[revving]
[tires screeching]
[horns honk]
What now, smart-ass?
-Oh, fuck. -[grunts]
[Paz groaning]
[continues groaning]
-[gasps] Fuck. -[man] Hey, hey!
-[groans] -Are you okay?
-Stay calm. Are you okay? Yeah? -Fuck.
[reporter] A man killed his wife before leaping out of a window to his death.
She is the fourth fatal victim of sexist violence this week,
and this makes 47 women who have been murdered so far this year.
Hmm. Awful.
Why can't they jump out the window before they do this?
Sexist violence doesn't exist. Violence has no gender.
Where are you getting all this stuff? Give me your phone.
-Here. Give it to me! Ulises! -[Esther] Give it. Hey! Hey!
Don't invade my privacy or I'll report you.
-What? -You're a minor. You have no privacy.
-[door closes] -You're raising a sexist pig.
But lucky for you, I've been deconstructed.
People have sex so fast, you don't even get to know each other.
Which on the one hand is practical, right?
But on the other, you don't enjoy it as much.
Right, yeah.
Honestly, I don't remember our date very clearly.
Because you were so late and I'd already been drinking and…
Hello.
Uh, yes. Uh, sorry, Sandra.
-You're fucking amazing. -How would you know?
That's true. I have no idea.
And right now, I can't be bothered to find out.
Wanna get the bill?
On me? Hmm.
Santi.
-What's up with this day? -How are you? It's been a while.
Hey.
We slept together every night. She comes on a trip with my friends.
She says she loves me, but that we're friends.
What bullshit! Hmm? No one commits anymore.
Impossible to have a connection.
Relationships have become like dollar stores.
Single use, then throw it out.
Santi, you're not one to talk.
Because you're the one who used me.
Hmm. No, I, um, I didn't use you. There just wasn't any chemistry.
If you say so, I guess.
How have you been?
Well, um…
I met someone, Nico, and I got pregnant.
-Oh, wow, that's great. -And I lost the baby.
Oh, wow.
Then he left me for someone younger than me.
And more fertile.
I've also been dumped.
But there's no one else, which is fucking worse.
Well, technically, it wasn't a break-up, because to break up with someone,
you had to have been a couple. [chuckles]
So, I'm not even her ex.
At my age, I only have a 1% chance of getting pregnant
and a 50% chance of having a miscarriage.
And I don't have a partner.
I'm currently sharing my house with my ex-wife,
who's an unemployed sex offender.
I took medical leave for depression, and then I got fired.
My adolescent daughter is seeing a guy in his late 40s.
-My mother has cancer. -Mine is dead already.
-[exhales] -[footsteps approach]
-Did she like it? -Your version or hers?
What do you mean, hers?
She changed a lot of things, but some of the edits are cool, man.
I'll show you tomorrow.
This week it's my turn with my son.
How dare you even touch my series!
Your series? [scoffs]
Pedro, this project's a team effort.
How the hell do you know what works and what doesn't?
Our job is to entertain the audience, not boost your ego.
-Which changes don't you like? -Not a single one.
Why? Tell me one.
I haven't seen them.
-[sighs] -But I don't even need to.
This creative interference is intolerable.
-Uh, see you tomorrow. -[Virginia] Mm.
-Listen, here's what we're gonna do. -[huffs]
You'll review my version, nice and calmly.
And tomorrow, we'll discuss. I'm going home.
No, you're not going anywhere.
You owe me an apology.
I do? Why?
For being an idiot, for trying to destroy my self-esteem.
Maybe hate me, but you still owe me respect.
You can't stand having a female boss, right?
Your little brain can't tolerate it.
You're hilarious.
How could I possibly dare to give you any orders?
I should be getting your daily coffees and managing your schedule with a smile,
and if at all possible, do it in a miniskirt.
Virginia, you won't be the first woman
I've shot down and taken a job from.
Oh, what you want is to fuck me, you alpha male. Is that it?
[Pedro grunts]
-[panting] -[moaning]
[Raúl] Fucking awesome, man. Smart move, gotta make amends.
-[Luis] Did you give her an "okay" fuck? -No, a good one, I think.
-And you did it at work? -But since when do you like your boss?
No, I don't like her at all.
You got her by the ovaries. It's a blatant abuse of power.
-[Santi] Which direction? -[mutters]
She's the boss. You're a guy.
Isn't she married though? She has more to lose.
God damn. And tomorrow's the stupid press conference.
You just show up with your best smile.
Like you've just screwed your boss, fuckin' champion.
-[laughs] -Yeah, yeah, right. Hmm.
-What are you doing? -Shh, Jacob! Go to sleep.
[man] Can anyone identify one single Spanish civil right
that men have but women don't?
It's the other way round. The law discriminates against men.
There's financial incentive for hiring women,
and they get a higher pension if they have kids.
If you're assaulted and you're a woman, the law protects you more now.
What's going on? Are men's lives worth less?
Come on, it's ridiculous!
I almost preferred it when he was watching porn.
Well, some of the things he's saying make sense though.
Esther.
And what's this about tax cuts for female hires?
-What are we, handicapped? Huh! -It's to combat discrimination.
Look, I'm not having a discussion this late at night.
What do we do with Ulises?
Uh, we should take his phone away.
Yeah, right. He'll kill us in our sleep. Hmm.
I don't know. We gotta talk to him.
-Dad, you're in hot water again. -What?
[woman] See this face? He seems harmless.
He could be your father, your friend.
-But this is… -Where did she even get this photo?
-…the face of an incel. -[exhales]
You're all a bunch of whores!
[crowd cheering]
[groans]
That's just wonderful.
You're not gonna shower?
A shower? What for?
I don't know.
[exhales] Please just leave me alone.
I know myself. Just need some space now.
Okay.
I'm gonna get some air.
At two in the morning?
Okay, whatever.
[exhales]
Well, then you call the mayor and get him to approve it urgently.
-No, no, no, I wanna open the bar in June. -[knock on door]
Yeah, come in. Okay, let me know.
What are you doing here? Luz might see you.
I waited till she went to the cafeteria. You break anything?
My collarbone. They inserted a plate.
And I also sprained my knee.
-You'll be better for the wedding? -[Paz] Can you leave?
This is pathetic enough already.
I don't want her to find out that I was street racing with you.
Don't worry. I won't say a word.
-Better not. -You know what these are called?
Patriarchal pacts.
An agreement between men to protect ourselves.
Get out of here before she comes back.
Okay, okay, I'm going.
-And the flowers? -Stick them up your ass.
Oh.
[groans]
Ow. [exhales]
[elevator bell dings]
[sighs]
Santi, my love, I dropped my panties.
-Just for you. -Handsome.
[laughing]
[Santi] Hmm.
-[cell phone rings] -[chuckles]
Oh, God. Hello.
[Irene] I'm sorry. I saw what's happening online.
Don't worry. I'm used to being a public figure.
I know how to fix it. Let's meet up?
I assure you that Santi is neither a misogynist,
nor is he an incel.
He's a very good friend of mine,
who was posing as Darío,
my alter ego infiltrating the machosphere
that I've been researching for my book.
Hello. What's up?
Uh, go buy it now. It's already on presale.
And at seven p.m. on the tenth, I will be at FNAC signing copies.
-[Irene] Okay, that's done. -Mm.
-[Irene] You even helped me plug my book. -Thank you for that. [sighs]
Santi, I don't want any bad feelings between us.
I love you very much.
Don't call me again. Thank you. Mm. Bye.
[exhales]
[woman] Pedro, Virginia will speak first, then Carla.
Then there'll be some questions for the actors.
There's no need for you to speak.
Right, yeah. I look better with my mouth closed.
Hello, everyone. Thank you for coming.
It's… well, it's a pleasure for us to be presenting Alpha Males.
-Which is a feminine and feminist take-- -Hi. How's it going? How's everyone?
Sorry. I'm Pedro Aguilar, creator and showrunner.
My name's not on the poster.
That was a mistake. But I'm in the credits.
I'd like to thank, first and foremost, Netflix,
but most of all, Virginia,
who joined us when the project was already well underway.
She believed in it.
So thank you, Virginia, truly, for all the support
and affection you've shown me over the last months, especially at the end.
[chuckling] We came together, right, Virginia?
Oh! [grunts]
[groans] Patricia!
Hey, not cleaning is one thing, but--
Her water's broke.
[Patricia moaning]
[gasps] Holy shit!
Take a deep breath.
[inhaling, exhaling]
-Yeah, that's it. -Patricia's water is broke.
[Daniela] Why are you calling me? Call an ambulance.
Are you coming or not?
I'm promoting a lotion for stretch marks now.
[Pedro, Patricia moaning]
Fucking Stefan.
[door opens]
Hello.
Ah, about time.
Have you spoken to Ulises?
I was waiting for you.
Fuck me, Luis.
Hold the criticism. I made a PowerPoint.
There's at least an 18% wage gap between men and women.
In Spain alone, a woman reports a rape every two hours.
According to statistics,
women spend twice as much time as men on household chores.
Not in this house. Anyway, because of all this and much more,
feminism is necessary, Ulises.
Hey, round of applause for Dad. He worked so hard. Bravo!
-Right on. -Well…
Did you know men are three times more likely than women to kill themselves?
That's social inequality as well.
Uh, yeah, but why do they kill themselves?
Because they don't ask for help. And that's chauvinist behavior.
-[Esther] Mm-hmm. -[Luis] Feminism is also good for us men.
Yeah, but more men are killed on the streets.
And who kills them? Other men.
-See? -We're the ones who have to go to war.
And who causes wars?
Violence is all about gender, Ulises.
It's biology. Men are stronger so that we can protect women.
-Protect them from who? -[Esther] Hmm?
The guys that spew all that crap on the Internet,
those guys are resentful. They're losers. Do you wanna be like that?
-They're losers because of-- -[Esther] Okay, shut up now. Come on.
You don't have those problems.
Until you go bald, you're gonna be handsome.
-I'll be bald, really? -Hmm.
If you want girls to like you, then don't be sexist.
-Girls don't like sexist pigs. -Well, depends on the pig.
Uh, in summary.
Until you're 18, we don't want you watching YouTubers,
streamers, Instagrammers, TikTokers.
-Or anything that ends in "ers." -Done.
-[Ulises] Okay. I want Gran Turismo 7. -Deal.
With the steering wheel, the seat and those glasses for VR.
-Hey, don't push it, all right? -No problem, son. Done.
Esther, this is all gonna be very expensive.
It doesn't matter.
I'm gonna be in Alpha Males. [squeals]
-[Marimar] Honey. -Hello!
[chuckles] Are those for me?
For you.
Aww! You're the best boyfriend in the world.
Yes, I truly am.
-I'll put them in water. Then let's go. -Where we going?
How wonderful, Marimar. How wonderful, finally.
I always said, "How is it that someone so great,
can't seem to find a good man?"
The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Amen. He does.
Shall we start?
-Hey. Yeah. -Sorry. Can I make a quick phone call?
Oh, my God.
[cell phone ringing]
-Raúl. -Dude, are you downtown?
Yes, but I don't feel like going out.
Go to my place and take Rita out.
Take your dog for a walk?
I forgot to, and she'll probably piss everywhere.
-Come on, dude. -Just for a minute.
-And girls will hit on you. -I don't wanna get hit on.
The doorman has the keys. I'll let him know.
Okay, fine.
An hour ago, you said it'd be here in half an hour.
Don't tell me it'll be another half hour because… [huffs]
-Well, fuck the traffic! -[Patricia groans]
What are the sirens for?
Mr. Pedro, we can't wait for the ambulance.
-[Pedro grunts] -[shouts]
-This is such a third-world country. -[groans] Come on!
-[tires screech] -How are you doing, Patricia?
[panting] I'm fine. I'm fine. Much better…
[shouts] …now!
Christ, she'll give birth right here in your car!
Hang on, Patricia, hang on!
Nice materials. Is it voice controlled?
Yes, but it's annoying, so I turned it off.
-What's this button do? -No, please, don't touch anything.
[Patricia moans]
[tires screech]
We need a doctor!
-But all of a sudden they left? -Please, I need a doctor!
-She's about to give birth. -One moment, sir.
One moment? She'll give birth in the doorway!
-[baby crying] -[Pedro gasps]
[crying continues]
-[Patricia sobbing] -[mother] It's a girl.
-[sobbing continues] -Can I park it for you?
[exhales]
[Pedro] Everything went well.
She gave birth in the parking lot. It weighs 3.6 kilos.
See? Our bodies know how to do it.
But they medicalize a process that is completely natural.
Okay, you can do whatever you want.
I mean, do they give you an epidural to go to the bathroom?
There've been times when I would have appreciated it.
That's gross, Pedro. It was an example.
Hello!
[clicks tongue]
[inhales]
Tomás, uh, it's eight p.m.,
and you went out at two a.m.
I'm pregnant, and the last thing I need right now is…
Where have you been?
I love you.
Great, but where have you been?
I know what's happening to me, my love.
I'm creatively dry because I'm happy for the first time in my life.
But an artist needs to be tortured.
Want me to treat you like shit?
[chuckles] No, babe.
[sighs]
For you, I'll give up my career.
You don't have to do that.
You're so beautiful, so full of life. [sobbing]
[Daniela] Oh!
-[continues sobbing] -Are you crying? Again, babe?
[barking]
[woman] Look where we are, cutie. You love the dog park. Look at you.
Look at you. Good boy. Good boy.
-Oh, fuck, Sebas! -Shit, no way. Let's go.
Shit! I don't believe it. Wanna go get a drink?
No, I can't. I'm actually walking this dog for my shitty friend. Come on.
Let her off the leash. They love it. I do that for Patxaran.
You do? What if it runs off?
Put a tag on it with your number and people call you. It's good for dating.
A few blocked me, but I fucked two of them. [laughs]
[laughs] Oh, well, I don't wanna lose sight of her. So okay, bye.
[Nagore] I'll go get some beers.
-What? No, no. -Mommy will be right back, Patxaran.
Come on, Nagore, for fuck's sake. Nagore! What?
Lucky you don't run into your exes out here.
Ugh! God damn it. [grunts]
Fuck. Hey, hey! Ah, ah!
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