A NETFLIX SERIES
That book isn't just yours. It's also mine.
-And mine. And Nerea's. -I wrote it.
-What are you doing? -I'm claustrophobic.
-Now what? I'm going to be late. -For once, this isn't just about you.
-Excuse me? -We're fed up.
You never go for what you really want.
Then you send us never-ending voice messages
because you can't accept your decision.
I can't do this. I'm freaking out.
Can you stop, please?
We're just asking you to be honest with yourself.
-Like you've been with Borja? -That was a low blow.
I'm sorry we don't have your willpower.
-Maybe she doesn't have that much. -Why do you say that?
You tell me.
I don't know what happened in Cambodia, but for someone who just came out
you smell like a stuffy closet.
Stop arguing. It won't solve anything.
Carmen's right. Val, you need to tell us what happened.
BASED ON THE NOVELS BY ELÍSABET BENAVENT
ONE WEEK EARLIER
2.1 STOP RUNNING
VÍCTOR - THREE WEEKS AGO
I'll wait until you call me, Valeria. But I won't wait forever.
Girls, I'm back from Valencia to my pure-Spanish reality.
To Memoria Trans Square.
All right. Let's go.
I know I've been a bit MIA,
but I needed to get away and spend some time with my niece.
I'll send you a picture later. She's getting big.
By the way, Carmen, my sister loved your present.
Listen, to be honest,
going to Valencia to think didn't help. I still haven't replied to Víctor.
I can't deal with the pressure of the ball being in my court.
Joaquín Ortal, the vice president of Jorge Rubio's company, is waiting.
-Come with me. -Great, thanks.
I'm a writer, but when it comes to him, I'm at a loss for words.
Not to mention the other man keeping me up at night.
Pierre Duvont. Don't laugh, Nerea.
I know you think it's a ridiculous name.
Honey?
Let's take the bus.
Oh, Lola, I wish I was as sure about things as you are.
Now that you know everything about my sad life,
can we meet later so you can bring me up to speed? Love you.
CONTRACT TERMS AND CONDITIONS
THE AUTHOR, VALERIA FÉRRIZ, RENOUNCES THE USE OF HER NAME IN FAVOR
OF THE PEN NAME PIERRE DUVONT
THE AUTHOR WILL RECEIVE THE AMOUNT OF €15,000
Come on.
Come on! Can't you see you can't do that, dummy?
€15,000 - PEN NAME
AUTHOR'S SIGNATURE
Stop here.
Here's an encore. Subject? Publishing dilemma.
The whole starving writer thing looks great in a bio,
but what should I do?
Sell my soul to the publisher
or hold onto my dignity while I drag a suitcase around Madrid?
Fuck.
For fuck's sake.
Piece of shit suitcase.
YOU - THREE WEEKS AGO
I'll wait until you call me, Valeria. But I won't wait forever.
LOLA - Hi, how are you?
Wait, let me send you an emoji.
I'm sorry. You're right.
You're the one who asked me to meet up with you before work.
I'm back.
Tell me about the move.
-It's a mansion, right? -It sure is.
The studio renovated it, and my parents decided to keep it. It's a mansion.
Sometimes they let me keep the translation dossiers.
-It's basically the same thing. -It is.
What?
I promised myself I wouldn't ask… You can probably guess what it is.
I honestly have no idea.
-Yes, you do. -No, really, I don't.
-Have you heard from Valeria? -I knew it.
She just sent me an eight-minute voice message.
-How is she? -No idea. I haven't listened to it.
I don't get it. I…
She doesn't stay in touch. She's a disaster.
She's chaotic, clumsy, insecure…
And even so, I adore her.
That's my Val.
I don't want to keep waiting for the phone to ring.
Look, as a friend of Valeria's, I say she needs time.
But as a friend of yours, I say
it's about time you stopped looking at your phone.
I'm confiscating your phone… for today.
No pictures.
Don't. Don't take my picture.
Don't take pictures of me. No!
No, please, stop. I have to concentrate.
-Don't. -Look at the camera.
I don't want to.
When your eyes
Met mine
It was love at first sight
It was destiny
Very early one morning
I woke up and sighed
I had dreamed that your body
Merged with mine
And you…
Can pretend you don't see it
You can deny it, too
You can go on with your life
And I'll go on with mine
You can say that you're scared
I'm scared, too
It's so strong.
You can think it was all a coincidence
But I'll tell you the truth
Another little spin.
But I'll tell you
The truth
-Where are we going? -Over here!
-Well, well! -Hi.
You sent us on a scavenger hunt to find you.
I was so looking forward to this!
Hey, hon, I thought we were going to a sidewalk café.
I'm broke. This is cheaper and prettier.
Yeah, that's true.
Yes, it's beautiful.
Wait till Carmen gets here. She'll leave the grass full of holes.
Well, I brought gluten-free beer and baby pickles.
God, I could kiss you!
-Girls! -There she is!
Check out that sexy strut.
-Sexy lady! -Be careful!
Hi.
You could've told me we were boozing in the park.
-I would have brought my djembe. -You're a bunch of snobs.
We're having a picnic. That'll be three euros each.
-Three? -My beautiful Cambodian.
-Let's see. You didn't get a tan. -No.
Good thing you came back. We almost put your photo on milk cartons.
-I know I've been a bit MIA. -A bit?
I texted more than you, and I was in another time zone.
-How was Valencia? -Well, Valencia was fine.
I spent time with family and all that, but I need to listen to you all.
Hey, where have you been? You look great.
-Yeah. -Yeah.
Jorge Rubio told me you're one of the most talented people he's ever met.
-Thanks. -Along with your coworker Borja.
That's why we offered him the job.
You did?
Well, I didn't know.
We never thought you'd change your mind.
Of course.
Yeah, well, sometimes people need to reevaluate their priorities.
-Right. -Yes.
I just had a thought.
Why don't you show me your ideas for the new lipstick launch?
-What? -Borja hasn't signed his contract yet.
I can ask him to do the same thing and then make a decision.
OK. Yeah, I know. I fucked up.
I thought he might let us share the job because he met us as a team.
But I told him it was better if I told Borja about it.
Listen, I know all this might seem a bit like backstabbing, but…
Might? It is.
Well… but they offered it to me first.
Yeah, but you turned it down.
-Yeah, Nerea, but it's not that easy. -It is.
No, it isn't. It's my job and my partner.
You're going to quit your job because of your partner?
-Calm down. -No, it's not fair.
He didn't hesitate to accept the job. Why can't I do the same?
You're right about that.
-OK. -How did he react when you told him?
The thing is…
Second last name is "Ferrar," right?
-Ferrer. -Right.
-Want a painkiller? -No, I have a dentist's appointment.
-I'm sure he'll understand. -You lied to him. He didn't lie to you.
OK, fine. I'm a horrible person.
No, you're not. And you need to relax.
You were in a warm climate, but you're colder than ever.
-Are things okay between you and Gloria? -Everything's fine.
Why won't you tell us about the trip?
What are you going to do about Pierre Duvont?
I told you in my voice message.
I've had my phone on airplane mode.
No, I can't lie to you. I haven't listened to it.
And you say I've been MIA.
Yeah.
Me neither. I've been working nonstop.
A lot.
I'm exhausted.
Well, I told you that I still don't know what to do.
I need the money, but Impostor is very personal.
I'd take the money.
I have my dignity, but I'm unemployed and crashing at Lola's place.
It's not all about the money. That book cost me my marriage.
It's called Impostor. Using a pen name would be the worst thing I could do.
If you'd listened to my message, you'd know that's not my only worry.
Let me guess. Green eyes?
And you've been ignoring him for weeks.
He told you, right?
I went to his work.
Can I help you?
-Hi. -Hi.
Yes.
Yes, look…
-I'm looking for Víctor Andradas. -Senior or junior?
Junior, I hope.
One moment, please.
ADRI - How was Valencia? Your mom told me you're back in Madrid.
I just wanted to know how you're doing.
I JUST WANTED TO KNOW HOW YOU'RE DOING
Hi.
Víctor, someone's here for you.
-She was here a second ago. -Was she a client?
I don't think so.
-Thanks. -You're welcome.
I got a text from Adrián, and I freaked.
You're separated. You can do whatever you want.
But I feel that I'm somehow betraying him.
It's all in your head.
What's wrong?
You're more worried about your ex than the guy you like.
It's not fair to him or to you, Val.
Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
But he makes me nervous and… also a bit…
you know,
horny.
I'm sending you the address of his new mansion right now.
I think about Víctor and…
Fuck!
Holy shit! That's disgusting!
I told you we should have gone to a sidewalk café.
AUTHOR'S SIGNATURE
RENOUNCES IN FAVOR OF PIERRE DUVONT €15,000
It must have printed out wrong.
-My résumé? -Yes.
Here I just see one job and some volunteer work.
The rest of your job history is missing.
It doesn't matter. Explain it to me yourself.
I was an associate at the law firm Bernal and Associates,
and I was a coordinator at the Lavapiés Feminist Association.
And?
That's what it says here.
Is that your entire professional career?
I've worked at just one firm,
but I have experience with commercial, civil, and family cases and procedures--
At your parents' law firm.
I mean, I'm a lawyer. My parents have a firm.
I know the law inside and out, so I didn't think that was a crime.
FRIENDS 4 EVER, LOLA - Did you talk to Borja?
No… his tooth was killing him, and I didn't think it was a good time.
And tonight we have an event for the agency that we still work for.
NEREA - There won't ever be a good time. Do it ASAP.
LOLA - Do it at the event tonight.
Give the anesthesia ten minutes to kick in. I'll be right back.
We need to talk about work.
-Right now? -Yes, now.
Don't worry, it's not about the agency. It's about… Joaquín Ortal.
-Joaquín Ortal? -Yes. So, look.
I know he offered you a job at his company.
But, you see, he offered the same job to someone else first.
-Someone else? -Yes.
And that person,
for many reasons, wasn't able to evaluate their priorities in time.
And, well, after thinking it through, they asked for the job back.
-My job? -Yes, your job.
That person…
is me.
Seriously?
It's easy for you to say that, but I also want that job.
-I deserve it as much as you. -And you're telling me now?
But…
I mean, excuse me, but I'm shocked.
I'm shocked to hear that's what you think of me.
See how you're reacting? That's why.
See? That's why I didn't tell you sooner.
TO GET RID OF TEMPTATION, YIELD TO IT
-I bet this must get super dirty. -Your feet.
Come on, cheer up. It was just your first interview.
-But if they all go like this one… -It'll all work out.
The measurements are wrong. This sofa isn't two meters long.
That's not the measurement. That's the price. Two thousand euros.
Holy shit.
I still think IKEA would be better.
At IKEA, they make you chop the tree down yourself.
I know this place. It's worth the price tag.
It's a bit small to fit both of us, right?
We're not looking for a sofa for both of us.
We're looking for a sofa for you.
If it's just for me, I'll buy one at IKEA.
Is something wrong?
Yes. You're doing the same thing you did during our trip.
-And what was that, if I may ask? -Making me feel like a snobby brat.
Then you should stop acting like one.
Forgive me if I like comfortable sofas
and drinking bottled water in Southeast Asia.
Yeah. And foamy coffee and fancy shampoo.
-And craft beer in a bottle. -Beer from a can tastes like metal.
Yeah, well, welcome to the middle class.
Got it.
A special reserve Rioja.
Wow, I didn't know you were a wine expert, sommelier.
I'm not. I just grabbed the most expensive one.
Why don't we have dinner at your place? I'm starving.
Who are you, and what have you done with Sergio?
I thought you didn't want to watch movies, have dinner, or do couple things.
Hey, this isn't about romance.
It's about sheer survival.
I had a meeting, skipped lunch…
and you know how many calories we burn.
Mind grabbing another bottle of wine?
-Another one? -I'm really thirsty.
-Right. -Yes.
Yes, the wine's that way.
Hey, what are you doing here?
I live with you. This is our local supermarket.
It's not strange to only drink bottled beer, right?
Weren't you spending the night at Gloria's?
I'm tired. I'd rather stay at home. My day was a disaster.
Yeah. Well, all the more reason to stay with Gloria.
But I don't feel like it.
Well, I think it's just what you need.
Cuddle a bit, get eaten out.
-Let's have dinner together. -I have to translate a conference.
Now?
I'm running late. Take this home for me, please.
-Thanks. -And the cart?
It's not mine. I don't know what I was thinking.
Ciao.
-I'm buying you dinner. -What about your place?
If you're starving, you don't want me to cook.
Yeah, but a bottle of wine…
I said we're leaving.
-Right now? -Now.
-Are you sure? -Lola?
Hello. I'm Sergio.
Nerea.
How many people are you making guacamole for?
You know, sometimes people show up when you weren't expecting them
ever again.
I think the clients were quite happy, right?
-Really? -Yes.
-Totally. -Are you happy with how it all went?
Yes, it was a complete success.
And now I want you two to prepare a market report
for the number one shampoo brand in Europe.
I think Carmen should do it. She's capable of doing things on her own.
Yes. There are lots of shampoos on the market.
I think the report should address how to not feel threatened by competition.
Who better to talk about shampoo than someone who rips other people's hair out?
-You were waiting to use that one. -Yes. While you were sucking up to her.
That's enough. Can someone tell me what's going on?
Fine. Whatever it is, figure it out and work on the report together.
Guys. You're both good.
But together, you're better.
God.
No, go ahead.
I know you weren't expecting me… but I was dying to see you.
Hello.
No.
This one.
I know you weren't expecting me, but…
Sorry.
-No. -I…
-I'm sorry. -No, wait.
Valeria.
I'll be right back.
Valeria, wait.
-Valeria, wait. Don't go. -I should have called. I'm so dumb.
-Let me explain. -There's nothing to explain. It's fine.
-No, it isn't. -It's getting late.
NO BALANCE REMAINING!
I've been waiting over a month for a call, a text, or even a "like" from you.
What was I supposed to do?
Be patient.
When you care about someone, you're patient.
I didn't even know if you'd gone back to Adrián.
-You could have asked Lola. -I did.
I don't want to hear about you through Lola.
Fine.
I'll sum it up for you.
I have a beautiful niece. Her name is Mar.
I returned to Madrid and still don't know what to do with my book.
I'm not with Adrián.
And I just made a fool of myself.
No, you didn't, Val. She's…
Virginia's just a friend.
Just a friend?
Yes, she's…
Well…
Do we need to talk about this right now?
No. You should go back inside to your friend.
-You have no right to be angry. -No, I'm allowed to be angry.
Even if it's not fair.
Now, if you don't mind, I want to go home.
-Do you want me to call you a taxi? -No.
I'm broke.
Until I sign with the publisher, I have to take the bus.
I don't know if I've paid
For all the damage I've done
Maybe this was more
Than I could handle
I heard the moans
Of my bones being crushed
My soul
Is leaving my body
I don't have peace of mind
You can't dance
In the dark
Without tripping
I'LL WAIT
I'LL WAIT UNTIL YOU CALL ME, VALERIA
BUT I WON'T WAIT FOREVER
Coming.
-Great! -Hello.
Borja's still mad at me, and it's making work impossible.
-Hi. -Still?
We have to finish a report today, and I have no idea how we'll do it.
Oh, my God.
-Am I late? -You are.
We haven't ordered. Val's not here yet.
Sushi?
No, something cheap and filling. I'm hungry.
It's a podcast from Valeria.
-By the time we finish it, she'll be here. -Let's see.
I'm sorry for the late notice. I can't make it to lunch.
I decided to sign the contract, and the publisher has an opening now.
I know I said this is a part of me and it cost me my marriage, but…
To run away with dignity, you have to be able to take a taxi.
-Right. -What does she mean?
I have to go. I don't want to be late. I'll tell you later.
-Are you thinking what I'm thinking? -She's doing the right thing.
-She can't sign. -She'll regret it. Something's wrong.
-She's broke. Something about a taxi. -Listen again.
…it cost me my marriage, but…
To run away with dignity, you have to be able to take a taxi.
-She was crying. -You can't know that. Hamburgers?
Her voice was trembling, like when she watches Christmas commercials.
Or when we made a donation to Save the Children on her behalf.
We also got her Chanel Rouge.
-But it was because of the donation. -I'm not so sure.
-The number you're calling… -Her phone's off.
-She knew we were going to call. -Maybe she's in the subway.
-Fries or potato wedges? -Do you know where the publisher is?
-Yes. -OK then.
-Are you kidding? -No.
-Seriously? -Nerea, let's go.
-But we're about to eat. -Let's go.
-I just ordered! -I don't care.
"I just ordered…"
Don't do it!
Fuck, Lola.
-Sorry, emergency. -Don't!
-What are you doing here? -You're making a mistake!
-But weren't you having lunch? -That's what I said.
You don't want to sign. I know you, redhead.
No, you don't. I dye my hair.
-Really? -It doesn't matter.
That book isn't Duvont's. It's the last year of your life.
-It has to have your name on it. -It's my book. I can do what I want.
That book isn't just yours. It's also mine.
-And mine. And Nerea's. -I wrote it.
-What are you doing? -I'm claustrophobic.
Now what? I'm going to be late.
-For once, this isn't just about you. -Excuse me?
We're fed up. You never go for what you really want.
Then you send us never-ending voice messages
because you can't accept your decision.
-I can't do this. I'm freaking out. -Can you stop, please?
We're just asking you to be honest with yourself.
-Like you've been with Borja? -That was a low blow.
I'm sorry we don't have your willpower.
-Maybe she doesn't have that much. -Why do you say that?
You tell me.
I don't know what happened in Cambodia, but for someone who just came out,
you smell like a stuffy closet.
Stop arguing. It won't solve anything.
Carmen is right. Val, you need to tell us what happened.
I went to see Víctor. He was with another woman.
That's it?
No guy is worth your losing confidence in yourself.
-Lola's still seeing Sergio. -You bitch.
You should start following your own advice.
Hey, is it hot in here?
I'm still seeing Sergio, but it's just sex.
-You didn't tell us. -I didn't want you to judge me.
Or you didn't want to hear the truth.
Fuck.
Well,
if we're going to be honest,
I'm not sure I can make my relationship with Borja work.
You gave me a trip I didn't enjoy.
Gloria and I have nothing in common.
We can't even decide if we want to share a sofa or not.
Come here.
Carmen, you're one of the three most brilliant people I know.
If you can't balance your relationship and your work,
I don't know who can.
Lola, Sergio is a piece of shit, and you know it.
He is a piece of shit
with a beautiful cock.
No cock is worth putting up with how he treats you.
And, Nerea,
if you can't share a sofa with someone,
maybe that someone isn't right for you. Right?
-It's not about taking a taxi. -What?
In the message, you said,
"To run away with dignity, you have to be able to take a taxi."
Maybe what we need to do is
to stop running.
…the door, and you take the interns.
How are you?
We need to talk.
OK.
Hello.
-Well? -Come in.
Let's see.
I've been thinking.
Do you think we could be part-time competitors,
with our own space,
and a full-time couple?
Look, I…
If I'm being honest, it would be an honor to compete with you.
You're making a big mistake.
Maybe.
But at least the mistake will have my name on it.
Like that, just how I like it.
But I don't want to.
-What's wrong? -I don't want to.
I don't want to do this.
What's wrong?
Please, take your things and go.
Are you serious?
The thing is… it's not worth it.
Taxi?
No, thank you.
Subtitle translation by: Molly Yurick name on it.