Creatura (2023)

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Mila.

Mila.

I'll take that one, okay?

- It's heavier.

- Really? I'll take it.

I'm doing nothing.

Leave it over there.

Marcel, the car's empty, right?

I think so.

- Shall I bring this box?

- Yes.

- Yes?

- Yes.

- I'll bring things from the car.

- Okay.

Mila's desk here,

she works in front of the window.

So, the job's in Torroella?

Torroella School, you said?

Torroella School, yes.

But it's not a job.

It's a substitution.

Yes, but it's lucky

that this is so close and...

Yes, it's...

What?

So?

Shall we sleep here?

If your parents don't mind.

Or there's the kids' room

with bunk beds, or...

my grandmother's, but...

There's light in the morning.

Perfect.

Listen, sweetie. Put anything

you don't like in the garage.

And take care of it.

Your uncle, aunty and cousin

will want some things.

We'll talk about the summer.

Who's coming, when...

It'll be strange, but...

We'll work it out.

Or I can go in the summer

and free up the house for...

other people.

We'll just make room

in the wardrobe.

Okay, Diana.

Thanks, Dad.

Have a good trip.

- Anything at all, call me.

- Yes.

Bye.

You still smell of the sea.

- Are you reading?

- Yes.

- Stop, stop.

- What?

There's no need.

I'm in the mood.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

- Don't you want to?

- Yes, I do.

You do?

Marcel...

Put it in!

Look at me.

Look at me, love.

Marcel.

Look at me.

Please, look at me, love.

Yes.

Are you okay?

What's wrong?

I don't know. Are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

Are you sure?

Yes, Mila.

You're lying.

- f*cking hell.

- You don't seem fine.

Okay.

Marcel, love, please.

Love, please.

Look at me. Say something.

- Talk to me.

- Look, Mila. We don't have to f*ck.

It doesn't matter.

We talked about it.

But don't blame it on me.

Marcel, love.

I'm leaving.

Can we talk, please?

It's important,

it's our first night here.

Say something.

- Where are you going?

- I'm leaving.

Marcel, please, hang on.

- Stop. Enough.

- Don't leave like this.

I'm not, that's it. Okay?

You're manipulating me,

making me feel terrible...

You want to make love,

then you don't like what I do.

You ask me...

Enough. I'm done.

I'm sorry.

- I've had enough.

- Okay.

Okay.

- What's wrong?

- I don't know.

Mila, please. What's wrong?

Mila, love. Stop, stop.

Stop, stop, stop.

Stop.

- Okay, okay.

- You'll hurt yourself.

No.

- Stop, stop.

- No.

Stop, stop. It's okay.

- I'm sorry.

- It's fine.

Do I disgust you?

No, love.

Love, stop. You'll hurt yourself.

- I want to get out.

- Mila, stop.

- I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

What's wrong with me?

It's my fault. Sorry.

- Sorry.

- No, it's fine. It's okay.

Sorry.

What's that?

A rash.

I got them when I was little.

Is it itchy?

Yes, yes.

Okay.

- Okay. We'll see the doctor.

- No.

No, I'll go to the chemist.

I know what to get.

What's it from?

Stress, they said.

Feeling better? You look better.

I didn't rip out my vulva, at least.

You're pretty.

- I am?

- Really pretty.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

What's up with Oliva?

Today, at the staff meeting

we made a discovery:

We have a little r*cist among us.

We were talking

about something that happened

and some kids

who did something wrong

and he called them the "darkies".

Everybody heard him.

I don't know...

We tried...

to organise an intervention

and boy did we intervene.

More wine over here?

- Yes.

- Yes.

Yes, right?

sh*t.

- It's Mila, right?

- Yes.

I thought

I recognised you

but I'm not sure from where.

I'm Pere.

Right, Pere. Yes.

I'm Mila.

- I already said that.

- That's right.

I'm Marcel.

What are you doing here

in this icy northern wind?

Well, I...

We've moved here.

Good luck.

- We'll see you around.

- Yes.

- Some more wine?

- Yes.

He looked at my rash.

No, I'm pretty sure

he was looking at your tits.

My tits?

He looked at your tits, love.

Are you jealous?

- Are you angry?

- No.

No, I'm not.

I don't get angry.

I'm stupid, that's all.

Mila.

Mila, come on.

Why do I dream these things?

I don't know why I have this block.

I really want to be with you and...

Mila, it's okay.

You're just a bit stressed...

Get out of your head.

Okay?

Okay?

I feel bad, love,

but I have to go.

I'm meeting Josep for breakfast.

Now?

Yes, now.

Do you want a diazepam?

No.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

Really?

Okay, then.

- No, it itches.

- Sorry, sorry.

- See you later?

- Yes.

Okay, love.

Bye.

Bye.

Mila!

Slowcoach!

Aina, come on!

Scared by the bottom?

Stop, no.

Do you want a boyfriend?

- Is that a yes?

- I think so.

But... no.

No, not right now.

If Lloren comes today, then what?

You know. Why bother asking?

Come on.

Look. I'll be Lloren.

And I'm dancing.

I mean, if you do that...

- No, I won't hook up with him.

- What?

- I'm not kissing anyone.

- Let's practise. I'll show you.

Pull it down.

There.

I love it.

Gorgeous.

- I love it.

- I'll leave this on.

Turn around.

I love it.

What the hell's that?

The cock and his eggs.

Seriously.

- My parents are upstairs.

- Don't be mad.

No, seriously.

What is that?

A guy, look.

- Shall I skip him?

- Yes.

No, he looks like the ice cream man.

This is okay.

Hello.

Yes, you're a lucky boy.

We're two 22-year-old girls...

and here's the most beautiful thing

in the Empord.

No. Stop!

- Cut it out.

- Mila, why are you so prissy?

- You can't flash your tits.

- It's fine.

- No.

- That's what push-ups are for.

It's fine.

What's he up to?

- What's he doing?

- Gross.

He's using his hand, right?

Is he in his kitchen?

What's he doing?

What are you looking at?

He's ignoring me.

Ignore him back, then. f*ck him.

I'm pissing myself.

I love you so much...

I'm so glad you're here.

- There's Lloren.

- No, don't go!

Don't leave me.

Coming through.

Why did she leave?

She needed to pee, I guess.

How's it going?

Good.

Good.

Don't all these crowds freak you out,

all these people?

Yes, I guess so.

Me too.

You weren't like this last summer.

I didn't think you were so dirty.

With that face like an angel.

But I love it, okay?

What are you doing?

Sorry.

You hurt me.

Well, because rowing...

it's hardly his forte.

He gave it his all.

Yes, he tried his best...

I told him.

So? How was the party yesterday?

Good, it was fun.

We danced a lot.

Lots of people?

Tourists and local people.

Some were a bit too much.

Too much how?

You know, those tourists...

Of course.

Tourists and the locals.

For example, there was one girl

who was really, really drunk.

Well...

She tried to hook up with one guy,

and then she got with another,

on the beach in front of everyone.

We could all see them

really going for it

and she flashed her tits

on Messenger.

What's that?

Flashing on Messenger.

Messenger is a computer tool

for sending messages

but you must be careful, right?

If she's already doing that now,

what will she be like later?

She's a bit scantily clad, huh?

Girls should be more careful.

Of course there are r*pes.

Mum!

It would scare me.

I'll get the salad.

Listen, do you know her?

No.

Do boys ask girls to dance?

In my day, we got in a line

and they picked us

liked sacks of potatoes.

- Mila, my mobile.

- I don't have it.

- Come on.

- I don't have it.

- Give me my mobile.

- I don't have it.

You're so annoying.

You love all the attention.

- Why are you being nasty?

- Sorry, sorry...

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

Are you mad at me?

No.

You go out on the pull and I don't.

Why do you say that?

The girls don't like me, I'm not mean

and I can't punch.

You don't have to be mean

to be liked.

So why don't you like Guillem?

What?

Nothing.

Why did you say that?

No, no, no. I don't know. Ask him.

Let's play spin the bottle.

Spin the bottle? Are you five?

Give this a spin.

You're nuts, mate.

Forget about the bottle

and look at that girl over there.

Check her out.

Look, look, look.

A prawn!

The prawn for you, Hare.

The prawn and the hare.

Suck on its head.

Score: Body, nine. Face, two.

- Body's a two, maximum.

- She's flat as a pancake.

- No tits.

- They go inwards.

Look, there's Guillem,

your new admirer.

- Go talk to him.

- I can't do that.

Mila, how are you?

Good, super.

So, the other night?

I'll get some chips. Want some?

- Do you?

- Yes, I do.

What?

- Do you finger yourselves?

- Mind your own. Do you wank?

All day long.

Were you flirting?

Yeah, so what?

Are you leaving?

I guess. Uri is still around.

Are you okay?

Yes, don't worry.

Listen, Guillem.

Do you like me?

Your boyfriend is watching.

He's not my boyfriend.

f*cking hell.

You're not like that.

Like what?

What they say about you.

They say you're a slut.

See you later. Okay?

What are you doing?

I have a condom.

Don't worry, I've got one.

I don't want to.

Okay.

But why?

Are you a virgin?

No. No, no.

Are you sure?

I don't want to do it here.

Why?

Nobody's watching us.

Come on.

Just touch me a little.

What's wrong?

I saw my dad's car.

- Let's go.

- What?

Let's join the others.

It's impossible.

You didn't see him.

- No, let's get back to the others.

- Mila, hang on.

Mila. Come on, damn it.

Just a little.

I'm almost there. Go on, please.

Just a little bit more.

Faster.

Faster, yes.

Dad.

What?

Can I use your laptop?

Yes.

Parental control

Enter security code

Can I come in?

How are you, sweetie?

Fine.

Well, I...

I just wanted to say...

I hope it's too early for this, but...

Now that you're going out at night...

Not now, but later on...

you know

you have to use protection, right?

What?

Mila, sweetie...

we're trusting you a lot.

You're so young. You get back

at three or four in the morning

and we worry

that you're not being careful.

Why isn't Dad saying this?

I can talk to you about it too, right?

Are you spying on me?

No!

Spying on you, Mila?

Have you done it?

What?

Come on, Mila.

Don't scare me, please.

What happened?

Aina's parents called us,

she got in really drunk.

It was light.

So... Mila, what happened?

Do you know that if you lose control

lots of things could happen to you?

We're really trying...

- Mum, shut up!

- I will not!

I'm not listening.

- No, Mum.

- It's for your own good.

Not listening.

- Get out of my room.

- Mila, please...

Mum, I hate you.

I hate you, get it?

I want you to leave.

Leave me alone, okay?

Mila.

- Mila.

- Dad.

- What's all this?

- Mum...

What did you say to your mum?

We don't talk like that here.

You're no exception.

Understand?

Do you understand?

Now go and say sorry to your mum.

I'm surprised at you.

You've disappointed me.

Slowly.

He thinks he's Cuban.

Gerard, please.

What? Mila?

She's sad.

- Come on, let's go.

- No, no.

Come on!

I can't dance, Dad.

Great!

Stop, Dad, I can't follow.

Dad, please.

Stop it.

Dad, I can't dance!

Dad, please.

Dad, stop. Stop.

Dad, stop. Stop.

Why? Don't be silly. Come on.

She's embarrassed.

Great.

You danced really well.

- No, I mean it.

- No, no, no.

- I can't dance normally with them.

- I was blown away.

assh*le.

Where's Aina?

I don't care.

Why?

I don't want my parents

to see me with her.

She's really full on.

She flashes her tits on Messenger.

f*ck.

Damn...

They're drunk, right?

- Hey!

- Stop.

You started it.

Shall we go for a walk?

Please.

Come on.

Dad.

Guillem invited me over for dinner.

It's fine, right?

We're leaving tomorrow.

Yes, of course. You go ahead.

- And this one?

- I'll leave it here.

The plan is to watch a film

and then I'm sleeping over, okay?

No, there's no need.

I'll pick you up.

No, but we'd planned a sleepover.

Don't worry.

I can come and get you.

But I want to stay.

I'm looking forward to it.

But I don't see

why you have to stay overnight.

It makes no sense.

I'm always staying at Aina's house.

But this is different.

No, it's not.

His parents are old friends of yours.

You've known him forever.

This isn't the right time, okay?

Maybe next year.

Yes, Mila.

What will have changed next year?

Tell me, I don't get it.

Mila, we're discussing it calmly

and explaining it.

Aren't we explaining it?

No, Dad, you're not.

You're not explaining anything.

I get that it worries you

when I go out partying

in case something happens...

But it's Guillem, my best friend.

What could happen?

Look, I said no. I said no

and that's that. Okay?

Gerard...

Why not?

Everyone seems to just

walk all over me here.

- What do we tell Grandma?

- Grandma?

That you're staying over

at a boy's house at 15?

What's Grandma got to do with it?

What do you mean?

You're not yourself.

Why bring up Grandma now?

I want to stay over.

Why can't I?

Go for dinner, watch the film

and I'll pick you up.

- But why?

- Because I said so! End of story.

But why, Dad? Tell me.

You're making me uncomfortable!

Do you understand?

It's not normal, damn it.

It's not normal

to live like that at your age!

Hey, Mila.

Mila.

I won't go, it's fine.

I won't go, but don't be angry,

please. I can't take it.

I can't take it.

Mila, sweetheart.

Calm down, Mila.

It's okay.

Gerard.

Come here, sweetie. Calm down.

Calm down. What's wrong?

I don't know

why you don't love me.

Don't talk nonsense.

Of course I love you.

No...

I love you more than anything.

Let's continue

with the alternate breathing.

One inhales, the other exhales.

And now we'll add some contact.

Keep breathing.

Look at each other.

Directly in the eyes.

We are present.

We are in the here and now.

Keep breathing

from the here and now.

- Marcel.

- Yes.

We're creating a type of...

special place.

Why are we stopping?

- Because you're not here.

- I am.

Come on.

No. You don't have to...

Forget it if it's just for me.

It should be for both of us.

Okay.

Okay, it's for both of us.

It's for you and for both of us.

Forget it.

It doesn't matter.

- Why?

- It's ridiculous.

- It's good.

- It's ridiculous.

You think it is and so do I...

Forget it.

- You think it is?

- No, you do.

- No, I don't.

- Yes, we look stupid.

It's fine, forget it.

Aina.

Hi, love.

Can we meet up?

No, no.

Yes, I'm in the Emporium woods.

Okay.

Come on, girl!

Get it down you.

I'll do it too.

One, two, three!

You bitch!

- What a bitch.

- You're so pretty.

You think I can go to a party like this?

Well, well, well!

What's up?

- You all came!

- Of course.

Hi.

This isn't for real!

- Don't we have homes to get to?

- We just got here.

- It's the same every day.

- Come on, come on.

- Hi!

- What's up, sweetie?

I'm closing up.

About time.

I have to work tomorrow.

Me too!

I made four lines

if you want some.

- No.

- No?

You can't fool me.

You're doing rural tourism.

It is called that.

Yes, I'm here for inspiration.

To get a feel for real life.

You f*cking disgust me.

Where are those beers?

You brewing them?

They're here.

Hang on.

Seriously, what do you do?

- You want to know?

- Of course.

I'm a graphic designer

and I write a bit, I'm self-employed.

- Self-employed?

- Yes.

A self-employed woman.

f*cking hell.

I'm not too keen on you.

Would kissing you be a bad idea?

A worse idea than Francoism.

He built reservoirs.

Good point.

I'll take the beers.

Yes, you do that.

You're so handsome.

Marcel!

- Sorry.

- f*ck!

Sorry, you weren't listening to me.

- Marcel.

- What?

I've had an idea.

Okay.

Marcel, I think I'm a bit horny.

Okay.

- Mila...

- No.

Mila doesn't exist anymore.

- And neither does Marcel.

- Really?

- No.

- Okay.

I met you in a bar,

and I brought you home.

I don't love you,

you don't know me,

you don't have any feelings.

You just want to f*ck me.

Does f*cking a stranger turn you on?

What?

Come on.

- Mila, please.

- Who's Mila?

My girlfriend.

The one who's a bit frigid?

She won't find out.

She'll be back soon.

It's my house.

Ah, okay.

That's right.

Your house is really cool.

Harder.

- What?

- Spank me harder.

Harder.

You make me so horny!

- Hang on.

- What?

Let's try something.

Would you like to f*ck another girl?

Say yes.

Yes.

Would you like it

if I f*cked that waiter?

Yes.

Careful!

- I hurt you, sorry.

- No!

- I hurt you.

- No, please.

Hang on, love.

You hurt me. And I hurt you too.

- You didn't.

- Let's stop.

Why the f*ck are we doing this?

- I thought you liked it.

- I don't know, it's a bit...

toxic. I don't like it.

Marcel, it's just a game.

- That's all.

- Yes, but why?

Do you want me to say

I want to f*ck someone else?

- Do you want to f*ck someone else?

- No, I'm just trying things.

Why bring up the waiter?

No reason.

- Do you like him? You want to f*ck him?

- No.

I don't understand.

The other night

when I was out with Aina,

I saw him and he inspired me.

Okay, great.

I don't know...

Please...

No, it's fabulous that...

that he inspires you and I don't.

It's not about that, Marcel.

I think it is.

Marcel, you were turned on too

thinking you were f*cking someone else.

- That's not true, don't go there.

- It is true.

Let's not do this.

I'm the only person in the world

who turns you on?

Mila, let's not go there,

it won't help.

But why?

Just because.

I don't think it's healthy.

What's not healthy about it?

What? Mila, I don't get you.

Sometimes I just don't.

I don't know.

Hi, love.

You didn't reply about dinner,

so I got a pizza.

Where are you?

Is everything okay?

Kisses.

Marcel?

Are you angry?

Where were you?

In Barcelona,

spending some time with the guys.

Barcelona?

Yes.

Why didn't you tell me?

My mobile ran out of battery.

And nobody had a mobile

you could use?

Yes, Mila, but...

I was drunk and...

I didn't feel like it.

I was freaking out.

Okay.

Can't you tell me how you feel?

Can't we talk about things?

Yes, but maybe

I can't talk

about everything all the time.

You know?

Sorry, but we have different ways

of handling things.

What's my way?

I feel like you cry and...

you feel things

and you pack it away

before I can even process it.

I feel...

useless and really small.

I feel like nothing I do

is ever enough.

And that...

That I don't turn you on.

I think that's the main problem.

- I don't turn you on.

- No, it's...

What's happening to me

isn't your fault.

Do you understand that?

As I understand it more,

I try to explain as best I can.

Of course I want to know

what's going on with you.

The other day I suggested a game,

and you got really angry.

- But...

- What?

Why can't we talk about it?

I don't want to,

I don't feel like it.

Sometimes, you put pressure on me.

You make me feel small.

I don't feel like a man.

Like a man?

Can't you see?

You can't?

Do you realize

you shut yourself off?

You're so hard to read.

You say everything's fine.

Yes, but this...

What's happening to you

is really serious.

I shut down

because I don't feel comfortable.

I'm uncomfortable.

And I shut down, yes.

So tell me.

Okay.

I want to know what you need.

But I don't know.

You don't know what?

What I need.

But things should be easy.

It shouldn't be so hard.

It takes what it takes.

I'm finding it hard to get there.

I'm sorry I can't make it easier.

But I have to go through this process.

I know.

Maybe I'm not up to it.

I think you need

somebody by your side

who knows how to do things

that I don't know how to do.

I mean it.

I don't know how to be better.

I want that person to be you.

I don't know if I can be.

Hi.

I forgot my keys.

I wasn't expecting you.

I was going to call, but...

She's snowed under with work.

And on top of that...

she won't admit it.

I see.

The sadder she gets,

the more she works.

Maybe it's what she needs.

She's a bundle of nerves.

And she won't accept help.

A bit like you.

Look out for yourself, Dad.

What?

How are you?

I'm fine.

I am always fine.

Are we going over there?

Yes.

Are you angry?

No.

Why do you say that?

Well...

You didn't tell me about Marcel.

Your mum was the one to tell me.

You know you can call me, right?

Yes.

That looks nasty.

I know.

It's getting worse.

- Do you want a prednisolone?

- I just took one.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

Don't get in a state.

Or it'll get worse.

Hang on a second.

- I've got...

- I'm bothering you?

I've got a knot here,

and sometimes when...

- Come on.

- I'm fine.

- I mean it.

- No, I'm fine.

Dad.

Are you comfortable with me?

Yes, why?

Do you think we've ever been

affectionate with each other?

I always thought so,

but I don't really remember.

I'm not affectionate with you?

I mean physically.

I've never thought about it.

If you feel that way, I guess...

I don't know.

But it's changed

since when I was little, right?

Maybe. I don't know.

It doesn't matter,

it's just a feeling.

No, no.

You're right, I don't know...

I'd need to think.

But I'm fine with you.

I'm always fine with you.

But I'm an adult now,

and our relationship

has obviously changed.

Right?

I don't know, if...

if we hold hands

or hug each other

or are affectionate

with each other...

I don't know, you might think it's...

confusing.

I don't know.

I don't know.

- Sorry.

- No, no.

I think it's good...

to wonder about things,

it's what your generation does.

I'm in favour of analysing things

and talking them through, but...

Maybe...

We don't need to discuss it.

No, no.

I'll think about it.

If I...

No, it's fine.

I'm going to go out.

Do you mind if I go out for a bit?

No, no.

Shall I pick you up something?

Do you need anything?

No, no.

- I'll go, then.

- Okay.

Well done!

Piggyback ride.

- But you can swim.

- Piggyback.

You're like a fish.

Piggyback, then.

Look, Mila.

Look. Do you know what this is?

He has a small bone in each ear,

so he doesn't hear very well.

Look! Did you see it?

Where is it?

Where's the fish?

Oh, the fish!

Stop!

Come on.

Go on.

Look.

What have you got?

It's a...

a crab's shell.

Wow!

What did you see?

- Did you see anything?

- Yes.

You're getting burnt.

Gerard, she's getting burnt.

I hadn't noticed.

We should notice. Both of us.

That way...

Mila, sweetie.

Stay out of the water for a while, okay?

We'll stay here for a while.

That's right.

These red ones are more powerful.

You have to put flowers

in your undies

to save us from the monster.

Can I see?

What story do you want, Mila?

I want Daddy to tell me a story.

But I want to tell you a story.

Daddy.

Daddy's brushing his teeth.

Daddy.

Okay.

Gerard.

Daddy, Daddy.

What?

Story time.

Who wants a story?

Right...

What story do you want?

Any one.

Any one?

Once there was a little girl

who lived on a tropical island.

Not a tropical island.

She could get lost.

A normal island, then, not tropical.

- No.

- No?

- No island.

- In a house.

In a house, okay.

Once there was a little girl

who lived in a house.

She went to school

every day on her bike.

- No.

- How, then?

- On a sea lion.

- On a sea lion.

Okay.

She went to school

every day on a sea lion.

Lila loved going to school

because there was a tree...

I'll only tell you the story

if you go to sleep.

I mean it.

Okay?

So relax and stretch out...

That's right.

Lila saw a tree

and wanted to climb to the top.

She climbed up...

Will you rub my bum if I sleep?

What?

Rub my bum.

- Like this?

- No, here.

But now you have to go to sleep.

Okay?

Lila climbed to the top of the tree

and from the top,

she saw her whole village,

the mountains in the distance,

the sea,

the cliffs alongside the sea,

and the fish.

She saw a volcano

that was really far away

and decided

she wanted to visit the volcano.

Oriol.

What?

My privates are fluttering.

What?

My privates are fluttering.

Oriol, do you want me

to show you something?

There's a crab in here,

and if you put your hand in,

he'll say hi.

But he only says hi to me

because I've got the magic.

And when I put my hand in,

I feel a "boom boom".

Shall I put my hand in?

Okay.

Oriol!

Come here right now.

No.

- Come on, Mila.

- No.

Come on, Mila.

Come here.

Little rascal!

Relax for a while.

Mila, listen to me.

What is that over there?

Look over there!

Pedals! Shall we do it one day?

- They're so cool.

- With Daddy.

- Well...

- The three of us, right?

- No, with Daddy.

- The three of us.

With Daddy.

We'll see.

With Daddy.

Was I a fish before?

Before? Yes, you were a fish before.

We found you in the sea.

- You were swimming really fast.

- Yes.

Mum will reach the end

and we'll never see her again.

- The end of what?

- The sea.

- They took away m*llitary service.

- Eusebi, please.

It was always going to happen.

They're old-fashioned.

- You can't trust that guy.

- Yes, but...

But it's true that...

Do you want a mussel, Mila?

Can I give her one?

You need to tell me

how it is with Pujol.

Why are you talking about him like that?

Mum, the deal with Aznar at Majestic

is embarrassing.

You're in good company!

Hi!

Happy birthday, Oriol.

- She said: "Happy birthday".

- Thank you.

Thank you.

She says she gets lonely in winter.

Having me as a neighbour

isn't enough.

I'd do anything for you.

All right.

I'll leave you to it.

Anything you need, I'm here.

- Thanks.

- It's sweltering!

You're still just as handsome.

You're a lucky woman.

- Okay, have fun.

- Bye, Loles.

Bye!

Do you want some ham?

She's a good friend.

She always has her boobs out!

You know how she is.

Did you see her hairy armpits?

What?

Have you ever been to Berlin?

No.

German girls

don't shave their armpits.

- What?

- The metro's a real show in the summer.

- It stinks!

- Yuck, you're grossing me out.

That's disgusting.

Have you had enough to eat?

It's all delicious.

Listen to this.

Do you want a mission, Mila?

Why don't you go and see

Loles' dog, Mila?

A dog?

Go and see.

- And tell us what he's like.

- I'm going.

There's more salad.

Wow!

Picture time!

Mila!

No.

No, Mila!

Go on, go!

Mila!

Get dressed, we'll go pedal boating

after breakfast.

- That's enough.

- Go get your swimsuit.

1, 2, 3!

We're going to go pedal boating today!

What will you see, Mila?

We're going pedal boating!

Calm down.

- My privates are fluttering.

- Mila, don't say that.

Listen to me, please. Mila.

Go to your room...

No.

Yes. Calm down a little.

Calm down, you'll hurt yourself.

Mila, you're bothering us.

I want to see you naked.

No!

That's enough.

- We're going to go pedal boating!

- That's enough!

Mila, enough.

Sweetie...

Mila, go.

Mila, enough!

Gerard...

I told you to stop!

How many times

do I have to tell you?

Don't do that.

It's not right.

You're hurting me

and bugging me, Mila.

You are, Mila, you're bugging me.

f*ck.

Mila, sweetie. Listen to me.

Sweetie.

Daddy was sleeping

and you came in like a whirlwind.

He asked you to stop and you didn't.

Mila, look at the sea, sweetie.

Diana, focus.

Come on, we can do this.

There, it's working. That's great.

Come on, Mila, it'll go away.

Gerard, love.

- Mila, let's go see that cave.

- No.

- You don't want to?

- No!

- Calm down, you're hurting me.

- Look for fish.

- Tell me if you see any.

- No.

I'll look over here.

Focus, we're not pedalling together

and we're going in circles.

Right, let's go.

Mila, sweetie.

- There, that's great.

- I want to get off.

I want to get off.

- Shall we get off?

- I'm all itchy.

We just got on.

- Gerard, I'm really hot.

- Well...

The guy said we'd to pedal together.

We are, it's perfect now.

Diana.

- Mila, sweetie.

- I want to get off.

Mila, don't run off like that.

What's wrong?

Mila, what's wrong?

Mila, don't hit me!

What's wrong?

It hurts.

What hurts?

Let's see.

Mila, is it your vulva?

I'll take you to see the doctor.

I don't want to call it a vulva.

Okay. What do you want to call it?

The front bum.

Okay.

We'll call it that.

Can I see, sweetie?

Only if you believe that it hurts.

Mila, of course I believe you.

Can I see?

Let's see...

Oh yes, that looks sore.

Wow.

I know what...

Let's get some seawater on it,

you'll see.

What if the sea did it?

Seawater heals everything.

You'll see.

We'll put some seawater on it,

then go see the doctor.

Come on.

I could sleep in the kids' room

to make things easier.

It's your room, Mum.

Okay.

I'm happy we're here

by ourselves for a few days.

You took your time coming

and taking my calls.

I didn't have time to for the boxes

and you were rushing me.

I just wanted to see you.

Of course you did.

Look, this is unbelievable.

Yes.

Recognise this?

Yeah, I already saw it.

- Can I keep it?

- Of course.

It suits you.

Give that to Eusebi.

I'll put it here.

All these books...

Fierce Attachments

- Is this the book I gave you?

- Yes.

You gave it to Grandma?

Yes.

- Did you read it?

- Of course.

- Do you want it?

- Yes, of course.

- Let's see...

- Here.

Did you give it to me as a hint?

- With the book?

- Yes.

No.

No, I thought that...

It reminded me

of your relationship with Grandma.

Don't you think?

Especially with Grandpa

because he d*ed young

and all that Grandma did...

I don't know.

- Did it bother you?

- No, no.

I thought you gave me the book

because of our relationship.

Why?

The mum in the book is a real witch.

No, she's not.

She's a bit nasty.

No, she's not nasty.

And neither are you.

And neither was Grandma.

I know Grandma wasn't nasty.

This can go...

You really looked after her.

Listen, Mum.

I'm sorry

I'm harsh with you sometimes.

You don't deserve it.

Mum.

I miss my mum.

Me too.

I just remembered,

the other day

I had a dream about you two.

- Really?

- Yes.

Here, in this bed.

I was lying between you two.

You were so small.

- How old?

- I don't know, 4 or 5?

I was so happy,

because I hadn't seen you

so small for ages.

That's life.

You said: "Can you rub my bum?"

I put you on me

and rubbed your bum

until you fell asleep.

You were so small, so beautiful...

I asked you to rub my bum too?

Yes.

Every day. Don't you remember?

Hang on.

I know.

I don't know if it will help.

It looks like sh*t.

What you said before...

Ah, yes.

There are some things

that nobody wants

and I was thinking

we could sell them.

Yes, we've already taken what we want.

There's a box for you.

Did you see it? It's in the garage.

I'd be great if you took care of it.

- I think we all agree.

- Yes.

No problem.

If there's anything...

that you'd like...

I like the clock.

In the foyer.

Yes, no problem.

Yes, of course.

She would be happy

for us all to have some things.

Give them to me, I'll take them.

- Really?

- Yes, yes.

Mila.