A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
You haven't even told me your name.
-Johnny. -Johnny?
Johnny!
-Johnny, yes. -I love it, Johnny!
-Johnny! -Oh, Johnny!
Come on, Johnny!
Yes!
FRAGILE
BASED ON THE NOVELS BY ELÍSABET BENAVENT
-You partied hard in the end. -Yeah.
Did you have fun?
And you? How was last night?
Me?
Fine, had fun with the guys.
They said they had a blast in Ibiza.
Everything all right?
Too many drinks.
There's juice in the fridge.
But they say beer is best for a hangover.
Do you like it? Or is it too much for a YouTubers convention?
You look handsome.
Yeah.
You should get in bed.
Although they might call.
I'm expecting a parcel. Do you mind staying home and waiting?
Don't worry. I'm not leaving.
DESPICABLE VILE INSECT BETRAYAL SLUT
FRAGILE
7. THE PARCEL
What are you doing here?
What if Adri were here?
OK, yes, I confess I was putting it off because…
because…
Well, you know why.
You feel the same.
Hey, come to my place tomorrow, and we'll have breakfast.
Adri isn't home.
So, we can talk about this in person.
Breakfast?
No.
No?
Do you want to go out somewhere?
No, I can't. Really, Víctor, maybe another day.
Hey, they eat breakfast in novels too. You can't starve your male character.
I'm starving.
Hey.
Remember those tree air fresheners our parents had in their cars?
-Hanging from rearview mirrors. -Exactly.
Well, maybe we could send those air fresheners with our claim,
"Air fresheners are no longer air fresheners."
You mean send by mail?
Yes.
To every consumer?
Yes.
-Old school snail mail? -Yes.
Yes, because then you know they get the message.
And it's something they can touch and smell.
But do people still check their mail?
Right.
Yeah, no, you're right. It's an old-fashioned idea.
No, the concept's cool, you know. But we need to tweak it--
No, it's a shitty idea. Period.
Here we go again.
You're acting just like the other day.
What?
Look, I'm not going to feel bad because you have good ideas.
OK, well…
sorry.
You don't have to say you're sorry every five minutes. I'm not angry.
OK.
Dinner at mine tonight?
I don't know yet.
You are angry.
That's your problem,
always mixing the personal and professional. It sucks.
-Sorry. -Where are you going?
Home.
To work. Because today it's not really flowing.
"The millennial woman is precise but not obsessive,
restrained but not submissive,
cautious but not paranoid."
Paranoid? For real? What's that shit about?
I can't read it. They want us to believe expert sociologists did this study.
As if it were a demographic study affecting every female.
-We have to do something. -I would burn them all.
Something more modern than the Inquisition?
Harassment.
What?
I'd harass the publishers… with graffiti.
Or, I don't know, throw rotten meat at their door.
That reeks. Something that really bothers them.
-No, it's not our policy. -Well, OK, but…
I think we can troll the publishers on Twitter. That'll be enough.
Well, I don't think Gloria's idea is that bad. The graffiti.
So, you don't want to demonstrate because hitting the streets is silly,
but you want to graffiti the front of a publishing house.
Exactly.
I think this magazine is humiliating us, and we should do the same to them.
Yeah, but that goes against the association, the community and us.
What do we stand for?
You should know. You coordinate this group's community.
Well, you think I was chosen for other reasons, right?
Lola!
Lola.
Do you know what harassment is?
When someone harasses you at your house.
I need to talk to you.
-You're ridiculous. -Can we get a coffee?
-Lola, please! -You can fool Dani, but not me.
Let's have a coffee, and I'll explain.
See that bar there?
They have a breakfast menu. The coffee is great,
but their juice isn't freshly squeezed. It's almost as fake as you.
I love my cup.
Right.
-I didn't want to do the dishes and-- -Yeah.
I can't touch any of Adrián's stuff. Got it.
Excuse me.
How are you?
Very hungover.
Yeah.
Me too.
I also think we're putting it off.
Remember when you asked what I wanted from you?
Yeah.
Get to know you.
Really.
See if there's something more.
And there is.
And that scares me a bit.
What about you?
I feel different with you.
Different?
Yes, but in a good way.
Like…
you inspire me.
You give me ideas.
You encouraged me to finish my novel.
Thank you.
No, thank you.
For breakfast.
They don't have breakfast in novels.
-No? -No.
It's the most boring part.
So…
I always skip it.
And…
what would you write
now?
Well…
Shit, the parcel.
What parcel?
-Yes? -Val! It's me, Carmen!
I sent you a thousand messages.
I can't find my phone.
OK, when you were starting out with Adri, did you also make up problems?
Yes, I guess. Like everybody else, right?
No, not like everybody. I'm crazy.
All I can think is that he's going to dump me.
-Why? -That's insecurity and fear.
-Yes, fear. But, what am I afraid of? -Well…
Hey, can I? I'm anxious.
Sure.
Well, you're afraid of losing him.
We do lots of dumb shit when we like someone.
Especially when we're drunk.
Are we talking about me?
Yes, of course!
Should I go to the office and talk to him?
Talking. We spend our whole lives talking things over, Carmen.
If two people feel something, they don't need words.
Shit, if you like someone, you like them, and that's it.
You can't plan these things. They just happen.
We're still talking about me, right?
Of course.
-Look, if you want to go the office, go. -Right.
Or I could go shopping, to clear my head,
and then, later, I can call him, right?
But if I don't find anything I like, it will be even worse.
You think too much. They say it isn't good for you.
Hey, your phone is there. It's ringing.
Yeah, you're right!
Aren't you going to answer?
The thing is, Internet providers have been bugging me all summer.
Look, I don't want to lose Borja because I'm so fucking insecure.
You're getting to know each other. He won't dump you for that.
Yeah, but I feel like…
-What? -Well, that…
-What? -Please, answer that! I can't concentrate!
-Oh, sure, yeah. -Yes.
Hi. What's up?
Really? For today?
OK. Yes.
Once I finish it, I'll send it to you, of course.
Ciao.
Chus. She wants 30 more pages.
For today. I can't believe it.
-But that's great, right? -Sure.
I need to start now or I won't make it.
Oh, OK. I'll leave.
I won't bother you. I don't want to cost you the Cervantes prize.
Thanks.
Hey, Val… thank you for listening to me.
-You're welcome. -And if you finish early today
and want to go for a walk, well--
I'm waiting for a parcel for Adri.
OK.
No problem.
Hey, can you keep your phone close in case I need to call you again?
-Sure. -Yes? OK.
Hey, we could call the girls and--
-Carmen, I need to write. -OK, I'll shut up.
-I love you. -Cheer up.
I just hung up on your mother.
Don't worry.
She's used to it. She always calls when I'm in meetings.
By the way, you're right.
We always act stupid when we like someone.
Víctor…
I need to tell you something.
-Yesterday… -Yesterday…
Yesterday was yesterday.
Right.
No, not the bed! No!
Please, no!
Are you OK?
Yes?
Yes.
You sure?
Val, where are you?
I planned to see a client, but maybe we can have a drink later, right?
Something awful happened to me at the association.
Wasn't Adri going to Barcelona this weekend?
I don't know. I can write in the group, and we can go to your house later.
Let me know.
Nerea.
What?
I didn't like the way you talked to Olga.
Well, maybe it wasn't very nice, but she's saying
I fucked half the association to get votes.
-Do you think so too? -No.
Look, you can do whatever you want with your pussy.
But Olga likes you.
A lot.
Yeah, but she has no right to say those terrible things. None.
Of course not, but…
Look, Olga has done a lot for this association.
She found the subsidy for this place and founded the collective and…
I'd hate for her to feel uncomfortable in her own house.
So, I don't know. Talk to her. OK?
Apologize.
Hey.
Apologize if you feel like it.
You make your own decisions, right?
Well, it's not like that.
Come on, a beer will cheer you up.
I have to work, I can't.
Oh, that's right. I forgot you're a child
being exploited by her parents in rural China, right?
One mojito and you're on your way?
That's the problem.
Anything we call "feminist" becomes a fucking manifesto.
You think everything is wrong all the time, don't you?
No, not at all. But…
I don't like to shut up and obey if I don't agree with something.
And I don't think you do either.
Although you've been doing it your whole life at home.
Don't let that happen to you at the association.
Look…
What do you want to do?
You want to do that graffiti.
-I admit the idea really turns me on-- -Well, that's it.
I can't stand how they treat us in that magazine.
You don't need anyone's consent.
What?
I like you.
…will develop diseases that adults will suffer from.
Like, for instance, mental health problems,
obesity or heart conditions…
MOM ASKED FOR YOUR NUMBER. COME ON, CALL HER…
Fuck that bitch!
-I'm sorry! -No, I'm sorry!
-Are you OK? -I'm fine. Sorry.
-Are you sure? -No problem.
-OK. Good. -I'm sorry.
Here?
Are we really trusting the healing powers of a leg of lamb?
Yes.
Why do you have this?
It's from when I wanted to be on MasterChef.
Junior?
Very funny.
Hold on!
Does it really hurt?
No. I just think my back is going to freeze.
But…
you might
warm me up…
if you rub a bit here,
like that.
-Here? -Yes, there.
-The parcel. -Yes, one second.
-Why are you here? -Forgive me?
-Can we talk some other ti-- -Val, I'm sorry, but I need you now
-more than ever. -No, wait!
Excuse me?
Lola, it's not…
-what it looks like. -No.
-No.
IT IS WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE
-…you play the cello? -I used to.
It reminded me too much of that lady.
I saw she's here for a gig,
playing in the summer concert series.
Well, I'd have that coffee with her.
We all have our reasons for what we do.
-Reasons? -She probably thought it was right then.
Right for her.
I mean, leaving your kids for the Vienna Symphony…
Wouldn't you drop everything for your novel?
I don't have kids.
Well, sometimes opportunities arise when you least expect them.
You wouldn't do it?
I would leave the life I have now,
but not if I had kids.
Thank you!
I…
haven't called you because…
I knew you wouldn't answer the phone.
Yeah, I thought the same thing.
You still think I'm rude, right?
Lola, let's not talk about that now.
Right.
No, you must be waiting for me to go.
-No, Lola-- -I completely understand, damn it.
You must be dying to fuck.
Unless you haven't already, that is.
Lola.
Well, I still think you are rude! And sometimes you're hurtful!
You should do something about it, so you don't end up like your mom.
That was too far.
-I don't know her. -We aren't alike.
-Just from what you've said… -Fuck, she wishes.
-I know you regret what you said. -I don't think you're like her.
-You'd never leave me. -Neither would you.
-Forgive me. -Forgive me.
-For everything. -For everything.
Enjoy.
Shall we cook it?
If you want.
YES, MADRID IS EMPTY, SO TAKING THE SUBWAY IS PLEASANT.
NOW THAT THE SMALL TALK IS OUT OF THE WAY…
WANNA MEET UP?
WOW! YOU'RE NOT MESSING AROUND
TELL ME A BIT MORE ABOUT YOURSELF…
I'M AN ASTRONAUT, WAITING FOR MY NEXT MISSION
TO A NEW PLANET.
BECAUSE THIS ONE BORES ME TO DEATH…
FOR REAL?
What a lovely place.
So, what is it?
I'm moving to Madrid.
I thought you were just visiting.
I'm going to teach at the conservatory.
And I'll look after your brother.
A mother at 50. Doesn't suit you, does it?
I also want to be close to you.
Look,
I don't need a mother now.
I did 12 years ago.
When I made Dani dinner while I was studying math.
Or when I started dating, which was a disaster, by the way.
Not now.
All right,
give me a bullshit explanation about why you left
so we can get this over with.
Lola.
I called you
every week.
But you didn't want to talk to me
or see me when I came to visit.
-You'd run to your grandparents' house. -What did you expect?
For me to welcome you with open arms?
A mother has to always be there, and you weren't. Period.
I know.
I don't believe in all that about making up for lost time.
But we could still see each other once in a while.
But I don't know you.
You don't know me.
Maybe we'll hate each other.
So, tell me who you are.
Really.
You want to know who I am? Now you want to know?
Well, I'm a fucking mess!
I'm a goddamn celiac! Well, gluten intolerant.
I've swapped beer for vodka.
My friends think I'm rude and patronizing,
but the truth is I'm scared I'll lose them.
And sometimes I act like I don't care about them, but I do a lot.
It's happened to me with some men too.
Should I change?
Yes.
But I just don't know how.
What?
Floored, right?
No.
Not really, to be honest.
I read all your posts.
I'm a bad mother, but I'm very high tech.
I'm playing tonight.
Your brother is coming.
I don't think you have to change.
But sometimes you have to understand that things aren't only how you think they are.
If you really want to get to know me, you'll see we aren't that different.
I think we are.
You're so nervous.
-Look, they're coming out! -They're turning off the lights.
It's empty. Let's go!
No, wait. Let's go over the plan.
-Are you backing out? -No, I want to go over it. I'm wasted.
-You're backing out. I knew it. -No.
-Sure, you're not! -No.
OK, maybe. Look, there are cameras everywhere.
We're not going to get caught, really.
Trust me.
SAYING SORRY IS NO LONGER SAYING SORRY. OR IS IT?
I'M SORRY.
Hi.
What are you doing?
-To throw them off the scent. -A dick?
Sure, this way they'll think it was a guy!
But we don't want that, do we?
God. And guys love it when people talk about their dicks.
Now the message makes no sense.
OK, I got really carried away.
-Seriously. -You're such an idiot. Let's go!
MY BODY DOESN'T WANT YOUR OPINION
…no, not at all. It looks great.
HAS THE PARCEL ARRIVED?
You know Patagonian lambs only eat one type of grass?
They walk for miles to find it. That's why they are so lean.
I like it when you do that.
What?
That.
I don't know what you mean.
Yes, you do.
Hey!
Hold on. It won't come off.
Wait, my back.
-Does it hurt? -Yes.
Want to be on top?
I have a condom.
-Great. -Yes.
OK.
Hold on.
Wait, let me.
-Yeah, I'll do it. -OK.
OK.
What's wrong? Don't you like foreplay?
What? Yes, of course I do.
-You don't like when I talk, do you? -No, why?
Already?
So, we can fit the smaller Tupperware
inside the bigger ones, as you can see.
Very good.
We'll put the lids…
on the small ones and close them all up.
These other containers, as you can see, are medium-sized.
And we have stored them the same way.
What next? We're going to fill them with things to save space.
I, for instance, have chosen some cloth napkins,
instead of using paper ones, which is key.
ARE YOU COMING?
Then we close them up.
Perfect.
We put them inside, like we did with all the other containers.
And, look, here we have it: the biggest container,
with all the other lids, as you can see.
We'll place them…
WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO STOP BEING SO FUCKING PROUD?
…like this. Awesome.
DO YOU KNOW WHEN? NEVER
…it'll go in diagonally.
Take full advantage of space, please. Like that.
Fantastic.
Remember, my friends, please subscribe to my channel,
"Put an Adri in Your Life," and the best way to…
Fuck it.
Don't stress. It's fine.
It wasn't the best sex of our lives.
It wasn't?
But I really wanted to be with you.
Yeah, me too. You couldn't tell, could you?
Well…
How do you feel?
Yesterday I hooked up with the guy from the bar.
I was wasted, really wasted,
and I was super horny.
Wow.
I'm sorry.
No, don't be. You don't have to apologize. We're not a couple or anything.
No, I'm sorry I didn't tell you before.
I don't care what you do, I don't tell you about my life either.
But I don't hide anything.
Are you leaving?
Stay.
This way, all our containers are organized.
Well, that's the best way.
Remember…
…my channel "Put an Adri in Your Life".
Great. Keep the change.
-Thank you very much. -Thank you.
-Bye, have a good night. -Ciao.
Fuck.
#LEZMEIN #LOVEMEN
Come on. #LOVEMEN