ODE
A, B, C, dance with me!
Let's go!
♪ A, B, C, D, E, F, G! ♪
♪ Stomp and jump and… ♪
I found Aitana a great present. It has…
-Hey, what are you doing? -Huh? Uh… reading.
Uh, Férriz, it's the most incredible thing you've written.
I wrote that when I was starting out.
You have to show it to Chus.
It was the first thing I tried to write. It's stupid.
You think it's stupid? It's fantastic.
Thanks so much.
Okay, no, no, no. You don't get what I'm saying.
I mean, this is literature.
Not like those love novels that bore us to death. No, no.
It has feeling.
My other books also have a lot of feeling.
That doesn't really matter. You get my point, though.
I'll plate some for you?
Yeah.
It's the way you express yourself so differently.
-Some more? -No.
And the language, I thought, was interesting.
I… It's extremely thought provoking.
I'm serious.
Uh, but wait. I'm… I'm not insinuating your writing now is bad.
It isn't. Your novels are great.
But… but when, when you… when you compare this to them…
it seems like a different person wrote it.
I wrote that… a long time ago.
-Have you thought about writing more-- -So tell me.
Isn't it perfect? Will she like it?
Yeah, yeah, I'm sure she will.
I think I'd better just eat later. I feel kind of…
-Are you sure? -Yes. I have some ideas I wanna write out.
Thanks, my darling.
Férriz.
It's perfection. Perfection.
ODE VALERIA FÉRRIZ, 2012
BASED ON THE NOVELS BY ELÍSABET BENAVENT
4.3 EMOTIONAL RESPONSIBILITY
MOTHERHOOD COULDN'T HIDE
THE JOY.
GROANS BETWEEN THE SHEETS.
SATISFACTION.
SHE COULDN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT RAI.
Hey, watch this.
THE PORTRAIT.
-Focus now… -Pretty good, huh?
…or we'll never finish the work schedule.
All right, uh… Juan's unavailable in the afternoon.
RAI EVERYWHERE.
Quit playing.
GEORGINA'S CHANGE.
HER COMMITMENT.
THE HOME THAT WAS MADE.
LIVING TOGETHER.
Ladies, I need all of your help with something.
I know it's been a minute since we talked, but Bruno got ahold of Oda.
You know what Oda is, right?
Well, anyway. think you could meet on Sunday? Bye.
Girls! I'm here.
-Come on, please. -Sorry. Sorry. I know.
-Ah! -Always the same.
-How long have you been running? -Where are we having lunch?
As I was saying, they serve their drinks in huge glasses,
and it's nearby, plus their tapas are free of gluten, lactose, and eggs.
Are you sure they serve food there?
"Are you sure they serve food there?"
She pushed me.
-That table, is it, um… -Hmm?
Is it retro vintage? Amazing?
-Or just old and worn? -Seriously? I can't even justify this.
What's wrong with us? No drinks, no dancing, no laughs, no…
Tables. There are no good tables.
-Don't you remember, we used to be cool? -Wait a minute. I'm still totally cool.
Hmm.
What's that smell?
Mmm… It's body odor.
-It's me. -You again?
You smell like you need a shower.
I promise I showered before I came. It's because of breastfeeding.
-Your body smells so the baby can find it. -Mmm. Yeah.
Under how many corpses? Sorry.
Girls, I need to run this by all of you.
Since he found Oda, it's hard for me to write.
Are my novels stupid?
-No! -What?
They have sex. How could I not enjoy that?
You know it isn't my favorite literary genre, but…
-Hmm. -…they're well written, no question.
I love this table.
-Ooh. -Listen, Val.
I don't want you to beat yourself up about it.
You need to get outside, get some fresh air.
-Go dancing. -Again?
What's the point of swallowing all of Madrid's carbon dioxide
if you can't enjoy the good things too?
Anyway, it's not just for my sake.
You don't necessarily have to go out with us.
You can also do it, I don't know, with a… male friend.
Okay. I know what you're doing.
Víctor obviously told you we saw each other.
-What? -Only as friends.
-You can stop digging. There's no gossip. -Well…
We talked about books and my novel, all right?
That's fine. Is he going to help you again?
-What are you saying? -Well, come on. Your first novel?
Girls, I'm gonna have to leave to get home soon.
Why?
Because I only see Gonzalo in the afternoons on weekdays,
and I don't wanna miss Sunday as well.
I love working so much, sometimes I don't think about him for hours.
-I know, it makes me a terrible mother. -No. Don't say that.
Drop that thing. It looks possessed. Gross.
One thing, uh… You remember I'm taking Pilates.
-Right? -Mm-hmm.
I decided to do that so I could become friends with Georgina's mother
and show her that me dating her daughter wouldn't be a problem.
-Sounds like she has a plan. -You're asking me? I have no idea.
Hmm. Wow.
Wow!
I, on the other hand… It's really funny.
-What? -You're going to laugh.
-What? -About what?
I've been kind of…
-What? -Tell us.
Well, flirting with…
With Quique from work.
-Huh? -What?
Okay, no.
-Okay, no. No, I'm just playing. -Ah.
-I'm kidding. -Messing with us?
-Why? -Joking!
Well I… fell for it.
-"I fell for it." -What a shock.
-"What a shock!" -What a shock, indeed.
Don't be silly. You're so naive.
What's next, huh?
Shall we organize something for this week?
To party, not to play bridge, before someone suggests it.
No, because Gonzalo is having vaccines, and he'll be very weak. Mm, impossible.
I'm going to Asturias for a few days before my birthday and Aitana's.
I have to arrange my house
and finish winning over my mother-in-law without her noticing I'm doing it.
Oh, and I'm taking the table.
♪ Feels so right ♪
♪ Feels so wrong ♪
♪ Wishing I could let it go, but ♪
♪ Feels so right ♪
♪ Can't be wrong ♪
♪ Wishing I could let it go, but ♪
Think it's normal we're no longer able to drink a beer
in peace and quiet in this city?
It's always been like this. The thing is it bothers you now.
How did it go with the girls?
Fine, fine. All of them are busy with their stuff, but…
Ugh. He just brushed my hair with anchovies.
Don't worry, okay? It's absolutely nothing.
I'm wild for the smell of the Cantabrian Sea.
-What's wrong with people? Ugh. -So is everything okay? At work?
-Yeah, yeah, it is, it is. -Yeah?
I'm just working harder than ever due to the promotion, but… content.
-Yeah? -Uh… yeah.
You'll laugh.
Do you remember that guy, um… Quique, my friend from work?
-From work? -Yeah.
Well… it looks like we're suddenly flirting.
I'm sure we're just fooling around
and the reason is I spend much more time at work.
And it also makes me feel like I'm the old Lola.
Excuse me. We wanna get two beers? And mine gluten-free, please.
With Rai everything's great, right? All good, all perfect.
But I can't help feeling he doesn't understand
that I'm growing professionally.
And I'm not seeing my friends as often, and can you just speak, for fuck's sake?
You're making me more and more nervous.
Wow! Make them doubles. This is gonna take a while.
I think you're scared.
I think you finally have a healthy relationship, a safe one.
You're thinking of sabotaging it because you're scared.
Ah, and this is coming from the guy who reeked of asbestos
because of how toxic he was.
I haven't told you because I was a little embarrassed about it, but
I've met someone.
♪ Oh yeah, baby ♪
♪ You the one ♪
-How are you? -Very well.
No. No, he's not well.
If you were well, you wouldn't have asked me to come with you today
to your appointment with your therapist.
I don't need therapy. I do need a couple of pickles, though.
We all need a bit of therapy.
He's afraid of commitment,
and he fails to take responsibility for his actions,
He's also a smidge narcissistic.
Don't you think?
Since he inherited those green eyes from my father,
my boy's used to hearing everyone say,
"Your eyes are beautiful. Your eyes are beautiful".
And so, should I get rid of them?
This is…
Honestly, I…
I blew it. I had someone really important to me
and I acted…
What's the right way to say this?
Like an idiot?
I was an idiot.
I messed with Valeria's head and was a fucking jerk.
Now the only option I have with her
is to try to create an actual friendship with her.
That's what you want with Rai? To be his friend?
"That's what you want?" No.
Then, before it becomes too late, put an end to whatever…
whatever's happening in that head of yours.
Mm-hmm.
My love. What's up? How are you?
Fine. I'm walking around to see if he'll calm down a little.
Um, just listen to him.
Oof.
From the sound, is it A, gas,
B, a tooth, C, he's sleepy, or D, all of the above?
My guess is that it's D, right?
-Oh, he's crying a river, isn't he. -Yeah.
Do you know, uh, when you'll be back?
♪ I love you ♪
♪ But it was like I was someone else ♪
♪ I love you ♪
♪ More than I could have loved… ♪
Um…
I still have a little while before I'll be home, okay?
-Okay. -Yeah.
Yeah. Well, you know, these freaking reports take ages, right?
But I'll try to get back as soon as possible.
If you're more than an hour or so, he might be asleep. I hope.
Okay, bye. See you. I… I have to go.
It's okay. It's okay.
♪ But it was like I was someone else… ♪
♪ Oh, it's like I was someone else ♪
-What? -What? What do you mean what?
What do you think? I was a better writer then, right?
-I don't know. -You don't know?
It's profound.
And it's pretty intense at times, I think.
-Arrogant? -No, no, intense.
One can feel you wrote it in a moment of your life
when you were experiencing more… passion, perhaps?
So now I'm not that deep and passionate, right?
What? No, come on. Did you come here for my opinion
or hoping I'd mess this up and say something negative about you?
Okay. All right, all right, fine. I'm sorry. I'm having a mental block.
Do you think what I'm writing now in my novels is less serious?
Maybe. And?
You know what I think's happening?
You're confusing seriousness with importance.
And you're wrong about that.
What you're writing now is important as well.
It touches people, amuses them, and above all, it represents them.
Just because it's less serious doesn't mean it's less important.
More tea?
-No. -No?
Right, but the thing is, Oda talks about romantic mythology, you know?
We think we would die for someone we love
because literature has always told us about sacrifices for love.
And you think you're contributing to that?
Mm… Hmm.
Does it worry you?
A bit, yeah.
Hmm.
How does your next novel end?
Uh… the wedding day and the arrival of…
The writer.
Pushing aside the other character because he was a little…
More than a little. He was an idiot.
-Right? -Mm.
I'm just saying, it's the same voice sharing the same things,
but the stories can be told in various ways.
And some of those ways will touch a few people,
while others will touch many.
And that doesn't make you more or less relevant.
Mmm.
You feeling better?
Mmm.
Are you going to keep writing what you really wanna write, then?
Mm-hmm.
I never thought that I would ever say this,
but you're a very good friend.
I think you're a good friend too.
I'm really glad we don't feel uncomfortable anymore.
-Oh, um… -I mean it.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah. It… it's such a relief. -Mmm.
Mmm…
What do you say we take advantage of how well we're doing
and spend some time together this weekend?
-I'd love to. -Really?
Yeah, but I'm going to Asturias with…
-Bruno. Yeah. -Bruno. Of course, yeah. Oh,
-Of course. -Well…
-Another day. -Another day.
-Yeah. -Absolutely!
♪ Staying up all night long… ♪
Thanks again. Bye.
♪ Kiss me when it's cold ♪
♪ Whoa oh-oh… ♪
-Oh, sorry. -We're only friends, okay? That's it!
It was just advice between pals, you got it? Friends.
The more you look after yourself now, doing Pilates, eating well,
the more thankful you'll be when menopause comes.
Yeah, you're right.
But exercising like that makes me wanna eat a lot, Erika.
You know, it's a shame I couldn't meet your daughter.
Uh, don't worry.
Um, and now that I think about it, I know nothing about her.
Mmm, me neither.
My daughter is very much her own woman when it comes to her private life.
Uh…
Is she, uh… single?
Uh…
Mmm…
-She hasn't shared that. -Oh.
Mmm!
-I think she's seeing someone. Mmm. -I'm sure she is.
-Mm-hmm. I think she seems more-- -Radiant? Happier?
-With better skin? -Uh…
-Yeah? -Mm-hmm.
Mmm. A little bread? Sure, sure, here you go.
The more you talk about her, the more I would like to meet her.
Dip it. Dip it in there a bit. Yeah.
-One of these days, I'm sure. -Yeah? How about tomorrow then?
-No. -Yeah? Oh, that's great.
Here? I'll organize it.
Mmm.
-We should add a bit more maple syrup. -Could you--
Yeah, we should. Yeah, because it soaks it right up.
-Don't forget this part. Mmm. -Look, look.
-Oh, hey. -Hello.
Hi, my love.
Oh, is he… is he…
He's wiped out.
Oh.
-They kept you pretty late, didn't they? -Uh…
Yeah, well, the office is a mess. Total chaos, you know?
With all of the summer launches and all that.
-I'm gonna go see him for a second, so… -Yeah, yeah.
Okay. I'll be right back.
SHE WASN'T A NATURAL.
THERE WAS NO INSTINCT.
ONLY GUILT.
Hello, my love.
Lola, I'm leaving. Want me to turn off the lights outside?
Yeah, that'd be great.
-Lola? -Yeah, thanks.
Right, let's see. I think we should split the dossier
between Jaime and Lucía,
and then that way, they'll finish earlier, and we can have them handle the French.
Perfect.
Okay. Let's see here…
-Wow, this tastes incredible. -Does it?
Want some?
-Yeah. -Here you are.
Mmm.
Mmm!
Mmm…
Do you know what I want?
-I wanna move on to dessert. -Mmm.
TO EXPERIMENT AGAIN.
PLAYING AT BEING IN CONTROL.
CONTROL OF HER BODY.
Quique.
More, please.
More, more, more, more.
Oh, Quique.
I don't wanna scare the muses away,
but we said we would leave early tomorrow morning.
Yeah. Yeah, sorry. It's just I'm… Uh…
Hey, look, I'll go to the living room, so I won't bother you anymore, okay?
-I'd rather sleep in the car tomorrow. -Okay, then.
Oh, my phone.
It's great seeing you focused.
Hey, I know I didn't tell you earlier, but today I met with--
If you could actually write something like Oda again,
it would be important.
One shouldn't confuse importance with seriousness.
-What? -Nothing.
Nothing, nothing. Get some sleep.
Mmm… Okay.
And… this. Have you seen my day planner at all?
-It's here. -All right.
Okay. Bye, then.
Mmm.
Oh, um… Do you know someone named Quique?
Quique?
Quique…
Mmm.
Don't think so.
No one is, uh, really coming to mind right now.
-What's up? -No, it's nothing, you were just…
You were having a lot of fun last night with a certain Quique.
-I was? -Mm-hmm.
-Really? -Yeah, yeah.
No.
I have no idea, sweetie.
I'm a disaster. Mmm.
It's just a dream.
Okay.
-Have a nice day. -You too.
My love, I'm going. Okay?
Take care. Bye.
The climate emergency is a political issue that has been mostly ignored until now.
My background's environment science.
It's true that after so many years I'm trying something new.
But our planet needed us to take action.
Thanks so much.
Ah, thanks so much.
Already? We must have been teleported, right?
And it's the first time you haven't puked.
A new era begins.
No, please come back. I'm waiting for someone.
Why are you here?
Anything to drink?
-Yes. -No, no, no, no. She's not staying.
Uh, a sparkling water with a little slice of lemon, if you don't mind.
You can't stay. I'm meeting my mother.
-Yeah. Yeah, I know. -Well, then, what are you doing here?
-Oh, sorry I'm late. -Mom.
-Hi! -I-see you've already said hello.
-Hi. Hi, Erika. -No!
-Hello, Nerea. -Let me say hi.
-How are you? -You two know each other?
Yes, I'm her friend from Pilates.
Do you know each other too?
-Yes. -No.
Erika, please sit down.
I've been trying to convince your stubborn daughter
that you and I could become friends without it being problematic
and that it wouldn't be hard to become a part of your world.
-I don't understand. -'Cause there's nothing to understand.
Well…
Thank you.
So I love Georgina.
I love her very much. I wanna be a part of her family.
Are you a lesbian?
-Haven't you told her? -I'm bisexual.
-You're bisexual? -You're together and you didn't know this?
Um…
I'm sorry. Forgive me. I thought that you'd already… that you had…
Well, that Erika…
This… isn't what I wanted.
Then what did you want, Nerea, if it wasn't this?
Um…
My dear, you know I don't care who you love, right?
No, it's not about that, Mama.
-You had no right to do this. -I know, I know. I get it. Forgive me.
I should probably leave you two alone.
-No. -No, no, no, no. She's the one leaving.
Uh… uh…
Listen, I just wanted to show you that I…
I'm so sorry.
I want to allow the reader to really get to know him just as much
and move away from the idea that romance novels are only about ladies.
Hmm. Could you try some kind of a dual structure?
Turning him into the narrator in certain moments of the story?
Exactly. Will it work?
Does that silence mean "very good idea" or "he's a complete imbecile"?
I can't decide which one.
I have to go. Bruno and Aitana are coming. Thank you very much for your help.
Yeah, right. Call me--
CALL ENDED
Whenever you want.
Sorry. Important call.
-Where's the birthday girl? -Where did we leave off?
-Here! -Hello!
-Can we play? -For sure.
-I need to finish writing one thing-- -I need a favor.
Hey, Aitana, come on, take off those muddy shoes. Let's go.
Oh, I was just finishing a chapter.
I just came up with something that'll help me
get past the writer's block I've been having with the novel.
Can you watch Aitana for a little while so I can get it down on paper, please?
It's just that I'm just trying to incorporate a new narrator in the story.
-I wanna make sure-- -Right, but otherwise I'll forget it.
I don't wanna forget it.
I promise I will let you work for the rest of the afternoon.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, sure, no problem.
Okay. Uh, I promise it won't take more than an hour.
-Mmm. -Aitana, you're gonna have fun, right?
-Hmm? -Yeah.
Okay, see you.
Well then, all right. What do you wanna do?
-Shall we read a story? -No.
Wanna play in the garden?
-No. -Or watch a movie?
We have to cut down on screen time.
Face painting?
Who's the most handsome kid?
Who's the most handsome kid in the world?
Of course, you couldn't be ugly with a dad like me.
I could eat that chubby face. Come on, let's go that way…
♪ I've been gone for a minute ♪
-Look at him! Father of the year. Great! -Thank you.
-Here he is. -Oh, come on…
Hi there!
♪ Every weekend You and I and our feelings… ♪
Anyway, we're here to pay a little visit to Carmen.
Carmen? Carmen left a while ago.
He's perfect!
♪ But you feel like a religion, oh… ♪
Where are you?
Where do you think I am? At the office.
Don't remind me. It's been a nonstop mess.
Thank goodness 'cause they said you left.
-I was stressed out. -Where are you?
Where do you think? At the office. We've come to see you.
-Where are you? -Oh…
Well, right now I…
right now I've stepped out for a moment to go… to… to the toilet.
-Okay. I'm on my way. -No, no!
I'll come to you. I'm coming. Oh! I'm coming! Yeah, yeah! No! Ah!
No, no, no, no! Wait!
-Wait for me! -Borja. Borja! Borja!
-Hold on a sec. -Show me Gonzalo. I haven't seen him yet.
-What do you think? -Oh! He's so cute.
-And those eyes? -From his grandfather, Florián.
He's from Porcuna, and a lot of people there have light-colored eyes.
-Really? -Yeah, crazy, right?
Hey? Hello?
♪ Now it's four in the morning And it never gets borin'… ♪
-Borja! Come on! Borja! -♪ Friends say shut up about it ♪
♪ I can't stop… ♪
Hey!
Yes! I'm going. No.
I'm coming. Yes, I'm coming.
No-- I can't believe it.
You weren't in the bathroom either.
Because I'm not on that floor. I'm in the lobby using the one down here.
-And why did you do that? -Well, because…
Because I had to, uh…
um… go poo.
And… and… um…
Ugh! And…
And I worried it could… it could smell.
You know, you could be that considerate at the house.
This morning was a bad one, huh? Should I meet you at the entrance?
No, I'm at the hand dryer. It's just there's a bit of a queue, but…
I'm about to dry them, but there's a girl in front of me.
What's going on?
I'll hang up, and…
and we can talk about this.
Done.
That looks beautiful.
Yours too.
-Let's surprise Dad and show him! -Oh!
Oh, wait.
Surprise, Daddy!
I asked for an hour.
-I know. It's been two. -Isn't mine perfect?
Beautiful, but Daddy has to keep writing.
Weren't you just going to collect your thoughts?
-It started flowing. I gotta keep going. -Can we paint your face too?
-Perfect! Yes! -No, no.
-The cap, you have to take it off, silly. -No, no.
-Just a bit on those beautiful lips… -Come on, now. I said no!
Come on, Aitana, let's play out back with the hula hoop. Hmm?
-Oh, Daddy. -We'll make a game out of it.
And now the little bunny has to go play out in the garden,
but she has to hop there, hmm?
That's it.
Férriz.
Hold on a sec. I'll put Gonzalo down, and we can talk.
No, no. Don't take him out now, or he'll definitely wake up.
Okay, I won't move him, but…
Wait. You have to understand me. I needed time for myself.
You think that's what's bothering me?
It's obvious you need time for yourself. Everyone needs time.
I'm mad about you lying instead of coming to me for help.
-I thought you'd think it was wrong. -I do think wrong, and strange.
When you were on leave, I'd run home because I was dying to see both of you.
-Well, I'm not! -But why not?
Because I love Gonzalo, but I know that I'm
just awful as a mother.
I… I'm not patient when it comes to feeding him.
I'm not good at talking to babies.
If it wasn't for my breasts, he would never calm down with me.
I do need time for myself, but I wanna be with him.
I need to work, but I also need to help raise this child,
I just can't wait for him to fall asleep, but once he does…
I'm pulling up his photos on my cell phone to look at him like a fucking psycho.
Shit, don't laugh. It's not funny.
I know that. I… I'm completely insane.
You're right. I mean… it is really crazy. That's called having a child.
That's true 'cause who are you rocking to sleep?
Ah…
It's okay.
What?
I've been thinking, but I didn't know if now was the best time to tell you.
Now that you've messed up big time, it's the right moment.
But… hey.
Uh… Hey!
Uh, babe, what's going on?
Oh. Sh, sh, sh.
I don't think I wanna put Gonzalo in daycare when I go back to work.
What? Why not?
'Cause he's too young, and those places, they're full of snot and coughs.
And for the most part, I'm gonna work shorter days, and I want him here.
Sure, but, uh… with a nanny?
No, he'll be given some loose change, and then we'll see what happens.
With a nanny, of course, Carmen.
Someone trustworthy, who'll love and take care of him.
Like we do.
At least until he gets a little older.
Okay.
-You're saying yes? -Uh…
I am, yes. I agree with you.
-Really? -Really, yes.
Come here.
Aww.
Oh this is great. It's gonna make my mother so happy when I tell her.
13, 14…
Please tell me what the hell is wrong.
-15,16… -Where's Aitana?
We're playing hide-and-seek. I told her to count to 100.
-18, 19… -Aitana can't count to 100.
That's perfect. That way, we'll have more time.
-21… -So?
-So what? -What's wrong with you?
There's nothing wrong with me. I have to work. Simple as that.
I've spent all afternoon alone with Aitana.
Is this what I traveled all this way for? To be by myself?
No. The thing is that…
it comes when it comes.
-You were working all night. -What comes after 29?
It's 30! Hey, you're almost done!
You haven't seen your daughter in days, right?
-31… -I know.
-I know, and I'm sorry. -32…
-I'm sorry. -33…
But what can I do? With all the traveling between Madrid and Asturias,
I just don't have time to write, Férriz.
Chus is putting a lot of pressure on me with the deadline.
-37, 38… -Don't forget.
Pressuring you is Chus's job.
-You can't let it affect how you do yours. -39…
Fifty!
Hey, don't cheat! It's 40. That's next!
Oh, right.
40, 41, 42…
You looked very pretty with your face painted.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. It really highlighted your big eyeballs.
47…
48, 49…
-50! 51… -Okay, this is what we'll do.
You'll finish writing your thoughts and I'll watch Aitana for a little longer.
And since I'm leaving soon and you're staying for her birthday,
make the most of that time.
If there was ever a perfect place for writing, it's right here.
This house.
-That's right. -Hmm.
You'll see.
Thank you.
-Got you! -Oh! You haven't counted to 100!
-That's a lot. -You're right.
But now it's your turn to hide while I count to 20.
Go hide! Go!
Two, three, four, five,
six, seven,
eight, nine…
Lola, I'm leaving. Want me to turn the lights off?
No! No.
It's terrible, my vision's getting worse and worse with low light.
Yeah. I know, I need to see the ophthalmologist.
I'll turn them off later.
Okay.
I'm really hungry.
-Yeah, me too. -Should we order sushi?
-What? -Sushi? Do you want some?
-No. -You don't? Really, why not?
Because… No, no. I don't like it.
Okay, then. Let's go outside, have a drink, and get a little bit of air.
Mm, no. It's good if we just stay and finish everything,
because it's already…
-Is it already 8:15? -Yes.
At eight, I was supposed to meet…
-Is that your guy? -Don't…
Nice to meet you. I'm Quique.
…do that.
Oh my God.
I feel guilty for not taking you to the airport.
Aitana needed to get a little rest.
-The two of us haven't stopped running. -Thank you for everything you do.
Mmm.
I mean, at least we were both able to disconnect a little.
Mmm.
I'm sad that you're leaving.
How is it that the two women in my life have their birthdays at the same time?
-Well, nobody can really resist a Taurus. -I know.
You can stay here if you want. It's not a problem for Amaia.
Yeah, but I think it would be better for Aitana to have you all to herself.
It might be good for me to get some of my work done in Madrid too.
-But we still have to celebrate. -Hmm, I'll hold you to that.
Mmm.
Hey, one last thing.
When you said that this house was the perfect place to come and write…
-Mm? -Is that how you really feel?
Of course. Haven't you seen the views?
-Hmm. -Mm.
I can't stand being away from Aitana.
-But I don't wanna be far from you either. -I don't follow you.
Well, I was thinking that, once the series ends,
we could come back and stay over here.
Okay. It sounds like a great plan, yeah.
But I don't mean for a few days.
I mean you and me living in this house together.
Both of us.
Think about it.
THE WEIGHT OF MY DOUBT.
THE CONVICTION IN HIS WORDS.
BUILDING MY LIFE AGAIN.
A NEW LIFE. LIFE AGAIN.