A NETFLIX SERIES
According to a Japanese legend, people are joined by a red thread.
A thread that ties us to the person we're destined to be with.
I don't believe in destiny.
Believing in destiny relaxes you. It persuades you to wait.
It makes you passive and inert as you wait for the future.
I refuse to drag a chain around looking for someone to hitch myself to.
However, I do believe in connections.
Those threads or tentacles that join you to the people you already know.
Connections can stretch, become tense, and sometimes break.
Time, wear and tear, and forgetfulness can erode the bond.
But some inexplicably remain.
What is strong enough to tie us to someone?
BASED ON THE NOVELS BY ELÍSABET BENEVENT
-Hello. -Hi.
-Valeria Férriz? -That's me.
-It's a certified letter. -Thanks.
You're welcome. Bye.
Ciao.
DIVORCE BY MUTUAL CONSENT AGREEMENT
Connections can stretch, become tense,
and sometimes break.
But some inexplicably remain.
What is strong enough to tie us to someone?
Can you talk?
CARMEN, FRIDAY, 3:00 P.M.
We've been living together over a month.
Why haven't your parents emptied your room?
They're still hoping I'll come back.
Will they be nicer when we tell them we're engaged?
Do you think our engagement will kill my mom's hope that I'll move back?
No.
-Put Paco in the box. -Who's Paco?
My monkey.
Baby, does Paco really need to come with us?
And Pepe, too. He was a gift from my mom.
-Pepe? -Yes.
How cute.
Hang on.
What's this?
-My bathing suit. -Wait.
-You wore a banana hammock to the beach? -No, I wore that when I was a swimmer.
Really? I can't imagine you in it.
Well, I looked really good in it.
I don't doubt it.
-You could see everything. -Really?
-Want me to try it on? -Yes.
-I'll have to get naked. -Oh no.
Well, I can help you with that.
Whoops.
-So, you played the piano too? -Yes.
You're so talented.
Hi, honey.
Sor--
CARMEN, FRIDAY, 3:00 P.M.
FRIDAY, 7:15 P.M.
So,
I have to say that this year,
I'm super excited about my Secret Santa.
Wow.
-What is it? -What is it?
I'm so excited.
OK.
I could have given that gift. I'm going to cry.
What's wrong?
You don't like it.
No, I love it. It's not that. It's that…
Borja's mom caught us having sex and…
Well…
What are you doing?
It's not funny. It's not a laughing matter.
It is, especially if you say it with two dicks on your head.
Why did you have sex when she was home?
She was supposed to be out.
She was supposed to be away all weekend. We were picking up Borja's stuff and…
-And… -Well…
I saw he had a super-tight Speedo…
-Oh no! -Please, no!
The image of Borja in briefs…
OK, no. I'm not laughing. What did Puri say?
Who knows. I ran. I can't ever go back to that house.
She's your future mother-in-law. You have to fix this ASAP.
Right. What should I say?
-You tell her you love her son. -Yes.
Even though I'm sure she doesn't doubt that after what she saw.
I don't know why I tell you anything.
You have to understand each other, especially now, with the wedding.
-You haven't told her about the wedding? -No.
It wasn't the best time to tell her,
given her son's penis was in your vagina.
Right, great.
Stop messing around, please. Stop doing that.
It's time for my turn. Stop.
CARMEN, FRIDAY, 7:15 P.M.
SATURDAY, 10:00 P.M.
CARMEN - HAVE YOU HEARD FROM YOUR MOM?
BORJA - I JUST INVITED HER OVER TO OUR PLACE TOMORROW…
Carmen!
Wow!
My God!
Where are Valeria and Nerea?
They ruined my entrance in my amazing going-away dress.
I don't know, but I can whistle at you.
CARMEN, SATURDAY, 10:00 P.M.
SATURDAY, 10:15 P.M.
-Ready, ladies? -Yes!
Then follow me.
I love dinner in the dark.
I'd rather know if I'm eating a steak or a napkin.
-Oh, Nerea. -Honestly.
-What? -I burnt my hand, and you grabbed it.
-Why? -She burnt it on my oven.
-Seriously? I can't see shit. -That's the point.
-Your table. -How'd you burn yourself?
I told her I went--
LOLA, SATURDAY, 10:15 P.M.
FRIDAY, 10:15 P.M.
FRIDAY, 3:00 P.M.
Here, take a plate, and another one.
Sorry.
Good thing I still had my key.
You're standing us up on Christmas Eve and on the make-up lunch too?
I was talking to Val. I'll tell you later.
We bought a roast chicken.
It was the most Christmassy thing there was, right, Dani?
-Yeah. -Wait, not yet.
I'm starving.
-We're still waiting on one more. -Who?
-Really? -Yes.
If it's Sergio, I'll throw up.
Let's see…
-You brought gifts? -They're silly and small.
-I didn't bring anything. -That's OK.
-OK. -I bet it's a guy.
-Yeah? You think so? -I'm sure.
Oh, my God.
Come on in.
Come in.
Mom.
Well? Weren't you starving? Let's eat.
-How are you? -Good.
This looks delicious.
LOLA, FRIDAY, 3:00 P.M.
FRIDAY, 7:15 P.M.
So, are you ready for Secret Santa?
Secret Mrs. Santa.
Secret Santa.
I almost tripped.
I'm so excited.
Hang on. Let's go over the rules.
It has to be from the one-euro store and cost five euros max.
-Right. -I'll go first.
Maybe it'll cheer me up.
I thought it was you.
Yes. Elementary, my dear Lola.
-Oh, my God. -Do you like it?
-It's so tacky. -Oh, my God.
I thought it'd be good for your kinky Tinder dates.
I love it.
But I think I'll use it on my trip.
What trip?
I'm taking a leave of absence and traveling over Christmas.
What?
-How come? -Where?
I'm going to Vienna.
Yup.
It's time to close old wounds.
-And open my legs. -Oh, Lola!
-Honestly. -My mom hardly ever came home.
I'm sure she didn't stay there just for the architecture.
OK, my turn.
LOLA, FRIDAY, 7:15 P.M.
FRIDAY, 9:00 P.M.
That was quick.
What are you doing here?
Checking to make sure the cats weren't eating your dead body.
I was busy with work.
Yeah, yeah, work. I know you're hurt.
It's fine, I know you, but answer my calls.
-I thought it was our pizza. -It's Lola.
-Hi, Lola. -Hi.
-How's it going? -Good.
Want a drink?
-No, I'm fine. -OK. Did you choose one?
-Almost. -Almost? We'll run out of time.
-I think I'm going to choose… -No.
-Moulin Rouge. -Not again.
Please, you know how much I love it.
It has it all, '80s songs and Ewan McGregor, right?
Totally.
-OK, fine. -Let me, please.
-Here, take this. -OK.
Go on.
I just came to give you your record back. I don't want to interrupt dinner.
-Do you want to stay? -What?
Stay for dinner and a movie. You love Ewan McGregor.
Yes, but I prefer him in Trainspotting.
We'll be in touch, OK?
-OK. -OK.
-Yeah. -Bye, Lola.
-Ciao. -Bye.
Have you set the table yet?
Come on.
LOLA, FRIDAY, 9:00 P.M.
SATURDAY, 10:00 P.M.
Wow, look at you!
You look gorgeous.
Where are Valeria and Nerea?
LOLA, SATURDAY, 10:00 P.M.
SATURDAY, 10:15 P.M.
Oh, my God.
I burnt my hand, and you grabbed it.
-Seriously? I can't see shit. -That's the point!
-Your table. -How'd you burn it?
I told her I went--
VALERIA, SATURDAY, 10:15 P.M.
FRIDAY, 1:30 P.M.
-I can't use these. -Sure you can.
Put them on the back. That's where the ugly ornaments go.
Adri and I bought them for our first Christmas together.
In that case, decorate the garbage with them.
Ciao.
Not that either.
Adrián bought it at a market in Prague.
No decorations that remind me of him or my old life.
Good idea. Clean slate and new baubles.
What about this dwarf? Well…
These seven dwarfs.
Those are Adrián's mom's.
-Really? -Yeah, I stole them.
OK.
Shit.
Shit, look at the time. I'm so late.
-I'm a dead woman. -Why?
-I'll tell you later. -OK.
And don't worry.
With all these boxes, you'll find loads of decorations you can use.
-Love you. -Me too.
That's a no.
-Hello. -Hi.
Valeria Férriz?
Can you talk?
VALERIA, FRIDAY, 1:30 P.M.
FRIDAY, 7:15 P.M.
I'm scared to even touch them.
You knew this moment would come.
And here it is.
Yeah.
We'll read it and sign it. It's not a big deal.
It's her first divorce. Don't be an ass.
My first?
-You never know. Look at Elizabeth Taylor. -Wait a sec.
Don't stress, OK?
Take your time. You don't have to sign them today.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
So, are we ready for Secret Santa?
Secret Mrs. Santa.
Secret Santa.
OK, your turn.
Yeah, I know it's silly, but since we moved the date up--
Is it a Christmas tree ornament just for me?
-Yeah. -Oh.
I love it.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
Feel like going to the movies?
I can't. I have to go to Víctor's to return his record and… Sorry.
No, don't worry. It's cool.
I'm fine, honestly.
I'd just rather not know how he is.
-Of course. -Yeah.
Hey, why don't you say hi to the little dicks.
Hey, Carmen!
-Open your mouth. -No!
You'll take my eye out. They're small but really hard.
-Small but hard. -You're going to break them!
VALERIA, FRIDAY, 7:15 P.M.
SATURDAY, 12:30 P.M.
What a surprise.
-Yeah. -Yeah.
I was making ginger cookies.
-Cookies? -Yes.
Since when are you good at baking?
I don't know. We'll find out in a few minutes.
Do you have vermouth?
Yes.
Let me see… Here it is.
No ice.
OK.
-Enough? -Yes.
Here, you drink it.
-Has it gone bad? -No.
You're scaring me.
-I saw Víctor yesterday. -You told me.
With a girl.
A GIRL?
It's fine.
It's normal. Víctor was like that before he met me.
One girl, then another…
They seemed really close, like boyfriend and girlfriend.
HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND?
-The cookies! -No! Oh God!
-No! You're going to burn yourself! -Oh my God! I really burnt myself!
-Water! Cold water! -Yeah! OK!
-Wait! Toothpaste! -No! Aloe vera, lotion, anything!
-Aloe vera, lotion! -Take them out of there!
At least now we know I'm not a good baker.
Val, get it off your chest if you want.
You hate drama.
No, I hate my drama.
But not yours.
Not yours.
It was me who left him.
I have to accept this as a consequence.
You leaving him doesn't mean you can't be hurt.
SATURDAY, 12:30 P.M.
10:00 P.M.
Hi, girls.
Am I late?
We'll forgive you if you tell us what's so special about this place.
Well, Víctor and I always talked about coming here,
but we never got the chance.
Girl, that's not special.
That's a fucking bummer.
We wanted to come because it's dinner in the dark.
I love it.
Did you sign the papers?
Because I want to propose to you.
You're such an idiot.
Come here.
SATURDAY, 10:00 P.M.
10:15 P.M.
-How'd you burn yourself? -I told her I went--
NEREA, SATURDAY, 10:15 P.M.
FRIDAY, 3:00 P.M.
Forty-two guests and 12 press passes, right, Chus?
Great.
There's a photo op.
Yes.
I'll pick up the suits. Don't worry.
Hello, Nerea's busy, but she'll be right with you.
-Should I wait here? -That'd be great.
I'll call you back, Chus.
-Hi. -How are you?
Fine.
I want to throw a party, my nephew's civil baptism.
Civil baptism?
It's basically a party to introduce the baby--
I'm an event planner. I know what it is.
OK…
Wasn't there anyone else in Madrid you could ask?
Not as good as you. At least that's what Lola says.
This is a bad idea. I'll recommend someone else.
-Recommend someone else? We have to do it. -Miriam…
We need it.
Can you talk?
Yes, I'm with…
a client.
I just got the divorce papers.
Nerea, can we move our Secret Santa up to this evening?
It'd really help to see you all.
Yes, of course.
I'll call Lola and Carmen and hopefully see you later. Thanks.
Valeria?
No, that was another client.
Is she OK?
This has nothing to do with Valeria and me.
I'm not here for that. This is strictly business.
That solves it then. We all agree, and we accept.
NEREA, FRIDAY, 3:00 P.M.
7:15 P.M.
-For you. -I knew it.
I bet it's something dirty.
It honestly isn't.
OK.
It's awful, but not dirty.
Now turn it around,
and you'll see that it's a pussy.
I knew it.
It's for your new office.
Every time you see it, you'll hate me, but you'll be thinking of me.
INCOMING CALL… VÍCTOR
-Who is it? -It's Chus.
-Let me talk to her-- -I declined her call, sorry.
She's being a pain about the event for this Bruno guy.
If I answer, she'll never stop talking.
NEREA, FRIDAY, 7:15 P.M.
SATURDAY, 12:30 P.M.
I don't really like pink.
-Hello. -OK.
-Sorry, I couldn't get away. -No problem.
Hi, I'm Carolina, the gremlin's mom. Thanks for planning the party.
Sorry I'm late. I didn't know you'd all be coming.
Aina's on her way.
I've done all the paperwork.
-It's all signed and under control. -That's great.
Here's what I wanted to show you today.
-I'm here. -I don't like this one.
This is Aina, my little sister.
-Hi. -Hi.
Do you have to say "little"?
Genetics is a real bitch.
All the beauty shouldn't go to one family. Share the love.
-What do you think? -I like this one.
I have two candy buffet options.
One is simpler, with traditional candy.
The other has more items and is more impressive.
The second one.
You sure?
It's not cheap.
My first nephew, my only gift… The second one.
OK, so call me if you need anything else.
-We'll be in touch. -Great.
-Thank you. -Thank you, Carolina.
-So… -Nice to meet you.
-Keep it. -Let's wrap you up in your blankie.
-Thanks. -Careful, Víctor.
-Please don't wake him up. -OK.
-Bye. -See you.
Let's go, little one.
See you later. Thank Miriam, too.
NEREA, SATURDAY, 12:30 P.M.
10:00 P.M.
We wanted to come here because it's dinner in the dark.
I love it.
-Did you sign the papers? -No.
-Because I want to propose to you. -You're such an idiot.
Sorry I'm late.
-Have you been waiting long? -Yes.
Sorry. You look great.
Why, thank you.
And this cleavage?
-Is it new? -Just for tonight.
-Let's go. -Yes, I'm hungry.
-Yes. -Let's go.
-I have to tell you something over dinner. -OK.
The table's under my name.
NEREA, SATURDAY, 10:00 P.M.
10:15 P.M.
-How'd you burn yourself? -I told her I went--
-Val, what's wrong? -Sorry.
I sat on someone.
-Valeria? -Víctor?
-Lola.
What are you doing here?
-Lola, is that you? -Who said that?
I'll explain outside.
CARMEN, LOLA, VALERIA, NEREA, AND VÍCTOR SATURDAY, 10:20 P.M.
-Listen. -It's fine.
-No. -It's fine.
But why bring her to the place we wanted to come together?
Yeah.
You sure it's her? Did you get a good look?
-Well… -Right, sorry.
Yeah.
It's dinner in the dark.
OK then.
What should we do?
What?
Excuse me.
We need a favor.
Why did they leave?
She's not going to have dinner with her ex and another woman.
That's his sister.
Nerea?
-The light! -This is important.
Why does she know your name?
-He's the only one who can help you. -OK.
She's really hot.
She has a sexy voice,
a voice that emanates from juicy lips, like wild strawberries.
And she has long, wavy, honey-colored hair
that cascades down over her arms.
OK, but how are they acting? Like a serious couple?
-There's chemistry, right? -True.
What color are her eyes?
I'm just curious. This is stressing me out.
In the dark, everyone looks like an animal about to be run over.
-OK. -Sure.
Right.
She met me years ago. I've changed.
She saw you yester-- That's why she was acting strange.
-Val's going to kill you. -I tried to tell her.
It's hard for her to talk about him.
It is?
Don't try and be all modest now.
Just no.
The light!
-Turn it off. -OK.
-Please. -One second.
Please, the light.
-Turn it off. -OK.
Well, that's that then.
It is what it is.
-Sure. -Yeah.
And what is it?
Well, it's…
It's your going-away party, and nothing can ruin that.
Well said.
That's great.
Give me five.
-No. -No.
OK.
At least I won't have to look at them over dinner.
-One bottle. -Fine, one bottle.
-Let's see. -The path's clear.
And shots.
-Valeria? -Víctor.
-I'm having dinner with my friends. -Can we talk?
Your friends can wait with my sister.
Your sister?
Aina, the one who was late to my birthday party.
I wanted to see you,
even if it was in the dark.
Víctor, they're waiting for me.
I try not to think about you, but…
I don't know.
Something won't let me move on.
What do we do now?
You didn't tell me
That shit was poisonous
That you were going to clip my wings
And then start over
Because you don't need me anymore
You don't have to
Tell me anything
I can feel
That you're done with me
You don't have to
Show me your teeth
If you're not into it anymore
And if you're done with me, love
What are you doing?
I have to work tomorrow.
Right.
-It's not what you think, I have to-- -You have to work. It's fine.
I know what you're thinking.
-Honestly-- -Just go.
Valeria.
Go.
Because you don't need me anymore
Want a cookie?
No.
OK.
Look, Puri,
what you saw the other day
is something very natural
that happens when two people really love each other.
I've been married over 30 years. I've done it more than you have.
Mom.
What I won't allow is a woman my son's known for two days--
Well, actually, it's been more than two days.
…for two days to disrespect me in my own house.
Then she has the nerve to tell me it's natural.
Don't talk like that to the woman I'm spending the rest of my life with.
We are engaged.
Yes.
If you disrespect her, you disrespect me.
More coffee?
That's done.
Now this… OK, perfect.
Can you check if I packed my charger?
-Let me see. -This and this.
-No. -OK.
No, in the middle. In the middle pocket.
Wouldn't a suitcase be better?
I want to take a backpack.
That's why it's called "backpacking."
Here it is.
Great.
At what point of "I'll help you pack" are you going to tell me what happened,
apart from the obvious?
We slept together, but then he left.
There's no explanation other than I'm an idiot.
You? Why?
Sounds like he's the idiot. Are you going to talk to him?
Sleeping with him
was like when you eat something you know is unhealthy,
but you love it.
Beer with gluten.
You enjoy the moment, but then you feel sick,
your stomach hurts, and you wonder,
"Was it worth it?"
I totally get it.
Hello? You need to explain this.
Hey. What?
Explain yourself!
I want my own private concert on New Year's Eve. So what?
-Look. -No.
Happy New Year!
God, I hate you.
TITLE?
Feel like going for a walk?
I love the literary feel of December.
It reminds me of Little Women, A Christmas Carol, The Little Match Girl.
I haven't been here in forever.
Last year I was in Berlin, and the year before, I can't remember.
But we're not here to talk about Christmas.
Say it.
Valeria, I can't be with you.
That's why you left last night.
This hasn't been fun for me either.
I don't want to get hurt again.
You didn't seem worried when you suggested going to my place.
I don't regret last night. It was amazing.
I'm not talking about us in bed.
I'm talking about us as a couple.
Have we ever been a couple?
I don't know.
Each time I took a step forward, you took two steps back.
You always avoid drama and never lie.
I'd like to have something with you, but…
No strings attached.
Think about it.
ASAP, please. And call me. I have to wrap this up.
-Can we talk about-- -One second.
Val, I didn't know you were coming.
I had to talk to Chus.
You can't still be mad I accepted the job from Víctor.
I'm not mad you accepted it.
I'm mad you didn't tell me.
I know, and I'm sorry.
I have to learn I don't have to protect you,
just be there for you.
Friends?
Come here.
You know I hate hugs.
Tough. You should've told me.
Nerea.
-Come. -Can we talk about the title--
Not now, Valeria. He'll be here soon.
-Who? -Bruno Aguilar.
-The author of our latest release. -Cannibal Homeland.
It's not your style, but you'll love it. He's a brilliant writer.
See you later, OK?
OK.
I would like to be the dog of a dog
That took me out for walks
And was happy to buy me expensive food
And serve me mineral water in a bowl
Because if I were a dog
All these fears would disappear
And I would live in harmony and freedom
I think my whole existence would be Much nicer and more liberal
Born a woman In the era of Despentes
Is hard I don't know where to start…
Yes!
Hey, here's to your new life.
-Yes, come on. -Yes.
-To you. -Thanks, girls.
-To you. -To you.
And to us.
-Did you bring your ornaments for my tree? -Of course!
IMPOSTOR
Bravo!
I'm a best seller!
Yeah!
It took me 15 years, but…
-To my business. -Businesswoman.
-Bravo! -Yes!
Later, alligator!
GOODBYE, SERGIO
At the wedding!
No, stop it!
What are you doing?
Come here.
Cheers!
Because no one can stop me from barking
But I am human
And here I am, locked away
But I am human, and here I…
Hello.
-Merry Christmas. -Merry Christmas.
-To you. -And to your flings.
If I were a dog A friendly and playful one
I wouldn't have these anxiety problems
If I were a dog
I wouldn't be here, crying
I'd quickly run outside to jump around
But I am human, and here I am, locked away
Composing little songs nonstop
But if I were a dog
I would still write my songs
Because no one can stop me from barking
TITLE?
VALERIA IN THE MIRROR
VÍCTOR - I CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR YOUR ANSWER…
CANNIBAL HOMELAND, BRUNO AGUILAR
She is Valeria
She won't stop, no she won't
She won't
Her life is a mess, this is serious
She wants to fly
Escape from her world, oh, Valeria
Feel, Valeria
Lie, Valeria
Tell me, Valeria
Love me
Feel, Valeria
Lie, Valeria
Tell me, Valeria
Love me
Subtitle translation by: Molly Yurick NSWER…