01x06 - Episode 6

[bunniefuu]

[serene electronic music playing]

Have you seen photos
of the inside of the apartment?

No, but it'll be cool.

Take a look around.
We're near everything.

From the outside, it's messy as sh*t.

None of that matters, babe.
It's the inside that counts.

Once you're in, the outside's gone.

[chuckles softly]
You're such a philosopher.

-[Lu] Metaphysics, honey.
-What some?

RAGE

Mm... No.

Give me a sip of that energy drink.
[sighs softly] I'm so tired.

Eugh...

If I could sh**t it up my arm,
I would.

Well, this guy's not coming.
You sure he said it was this doorway?

Hey, take a breath, okay, Megan?

-We're only seeing an apartment.
-Okay.

We're only checking it out, okay?

-Love you.
-Love you too.

LU AND MEGAN

-[Pardo] That's right.
-[intriguing music playing]

We're asking 750,
make sure that's clear.

If they don't have a guarantor,
it doesn't really change anything.

Actually, we can ask
for four months' deposit instead.

Son, would you just--?
[muffled] Shut up, little brats.

You're gross, and you're gonna die
of a heart attack.

Mom, come on.
Rony's still bullying me.

Come on, Rony.

You really need to work
on being less of a jerk

and be empathetic.

Otherwise, when you're older, no one
will love you and you'll be alone.

Haven't you noticed that sometimes,
when you're unbearable,

Dad and I stop loving you?

The world's gonna become
much more difficult.

Climate change disaster,

the scarcity of resources,

artificial intelligence
forcing humans out of their work.

Buddy, it'll be a nightmare
if you're alone in this world.

He won't let me
have any of his cereal.

Ah, right. It's his cereal,

-so he gets to decide.
-[Rony] No.

[Pardo] Then make sure to tell them.

Where would Dad and the rest of us
be if we didn't respect

-private property, hm?
-[Pardo] That's right.

Hey, we're running late, guys.
Let's go.

-You too, Mom. Come on, let's go.
-Ah, don't worry.

And the usual expenses
are included too, right?

Those are split evenly
with the other tenants.

Divide the expenses
and community fees by eight,

and give them a rough estimate
so they can do the math themselves.

All right. Ah-- I see them now.

They're two very young lesbians.

Let's keep it clean.
No prejudice allowed, hm?

They usually don't have kids,

and statistically,
people without children

are more likely to stay longer
in rented spaces, okay?

I'll call you later.

Hello, ladies. How are you?
You're here for the room, right?

-[Megan] Yeah.
-[Lu] Ah, yeah.

Awesome.

[buzzing]

So look.

This is a great apartment.

Let's go.

The kitchen is
at the entrance right there,

and the bathroom
is down the hall, okay?

[buzzing continues]

[footsteps approaching]

This is Alex.

If you like tattoos, he's good.

-This is Janis and Marcos.
-[Janis] Cut it out!

-This is ridiculous.
-She's just-- Ah--

[Janis] Can we have some privacy?

-And this... I believe this is...
-[tattoo needle continues buzzing]

Jesus, sorry.
I never remember the names.

[woman] It's Mei Lin.

[agent] Let's go.

And this is...

I'm not sure. So...

[indistinct chatter nearby]

So this here would be your room.

A full bed, your own closet,
a desk, plus an easy chair.

A small one, huh? Sort of makes it
a nice little set, you know?

[chuckles softly]

-Alternative, untamed, retro.
-[Megan] Mm...

[emergency-vehicle siren
wailing in distance]

So, what do you think?

I don't know. It's a lot of money
for such an old room, you know?

Needs painting.

Other people wanna see it today, huh?

-Give us a minute, please.
-Sure. Make it two.

[sizzling nearby]

[in stern tone] Hey!

How many times have I said
that you can't cook in here?

I'm fed up with you.
Do I have to speak Chinese...?

My love...

[agent] Serious? Cooking in the
bedroom? You'll burn the place down.

We've seen tons of apartments.
It's a rip-off.

Yeah, of course it is,

but they don't ask for guarantors,
and we're downtown.

[agent] I'll make a phone call.
I'm warning you.

I'm not going back
to my hometown, Megan.

[agent] This can't be happening.
I've told you a hundred times,

you can't cook in here!

With your noodles and whatever.
[shouts] It reeks of shrimp!

-[in normal voice] Girls...
-Yeah, we'll take the apartment.

A wise decision. Good, I'm glad.
Great, then. Uh, ready to head out?

[intriguing music playing]

I have to go.

My love.

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

Okay.

[chuckles softly]

-[cell phone chimes]
-Please call Javito Gine.

[female automated voice]
Calling Javito Gine.

-[Javito] Rober...
-Javito...

-How are you doing?
-Is this a good time?

Yeah, I'm in the office,
but I don't have anyone. What's up?

Not on the phone.
Can we get together for lunch, huh?

sh*t, I'm honored
you'd wanna have lunch with me.

-Yeah, of course. How about around 2?
-Perfect.

Everything okay?

Don't worry.
I've got it under control.

Just one thing.
I don't know when it was,

but you remember Marga's eggs
we froze ages ago?

Do you think
they're still good to use, huh?

Let me double-check,
but I'm confident they should be.

Perfect. I'll go ahead
and make a reservation.

[cell phone beeps]

[pop music playing over speakers]

Listen,
if your friends aren't coming,

you should just sit at the bar.

That way I can re-seat the table.

Excuse me, sweetheart. you know
I'm the face of this chain, right?

Hi, there, excuse me. I'm looking
for Lola's management table?

-At the end to the left.
-Oh, look, I can see them.

-The menu's on the QR code.
-I know... I know, I know, I know.

-[Megan] Hi.
-[Lola] Hi, how are you?

Sorry, we took the wrong street and
almost didn't make it here in time.

No, don't worry. I was just
caught up in a work spiral,

replying to some
absolutely insane e-mails.

Anyway, let's order fast.
This waitress is a disaster.

Tell me what you want,
and I'll fill you in. It's on me.

[all chuckle softly]

It's the first time
I've been asked this.

Well?

Technically,
faking a surrogate pregnancy

means you'd have
to fudge the number of weeks.

But still, we need to act now.
You gotta convince Marga.

Marga will agree.
She adores that girl.

-But I'd have to convince her too.
-[chuckles] Right.

Well, first off,
bring her over to see

if we can figure out
how many weeks along she is.

And if they both agree,

I could get it handled
without anyone ever finding out.

So you'd help me with this, then?

I'm doing it, all right? Damn, I am.
Now you need to convince them.

Yeah, sure. I can convince them.

But we'll tell Tina
the details in your office, okay?

Tina? That's her name?

-Tina, she's, hm... a knockout.
-Right.

You'll never change.
Same thing since high school.

I've been slaving away
for 20 years, man.

I've noticed that, at work lunches,
I often find myself imagining

how I'd be boasting
about becoming my own boss.

One day, you suddenly turn 50,
but the teenager's still there.

I know it happens to us all.

We get older,
we're supposed to behave.

But the boy who's new to it all
is still there, still holding on.

-And mine kept on shouting out.
-[pensive music playing]

I think I have the right to... Javi--

To act on this, you know... Hm?

[g*nsh*t]

[grunts]

[pensive music continues playing]

[fires g*n, then cries out]

[shrieking erratically]

[gasps sharply]

[screams forcefully]

-As you probably already know,
-[intriguing music playing]

I've been running an agency
for influencers.

And I've learned
it's not only about selling, no.

There's a whole lot of work
that goes into it.

I mean, this whole
buying-followers thing?

I only ever do it
for my close friends.

It's not something I'd do for myself.

But with you,
I'll make an exception, hm?

But keep it to yourselves.

We've got a trial coming up
for a job at Gallery.

You know, the concept store?

And we know they keep
a close eye on follower counts.

-Okay, babe, sure. Just hold on.
-[cell phone beeps]

Verena, no.

No, I don't want to post more
than three stories

for a f*cking weekend in a hotel.

We just locked in a phone campaign,
so I'm keeping the feed clean,

not cramming it with extra posts.

Three stories,
or we're not bothering with it.

[pop music continues playing
over speakers]

-[sighs]
-So how would it work for us, then?

Yeah, so it'll be a thousand euros,
that's 500 each, hm?

And in under 24 hours,

you'll already have
more than a million followers.

A thousand euros?

We haven't even been
in Madrid that long,

and everything's been
really expensive and tough so far.

It has nothing to do
with the city, honey.

No, but it's easy to think that.

The Boomers think we have
a ton of opportunities,

but our generation doesn't.

Any opportunities that exist
just hang in the air.

Your followers will be a lie, yes.

But who wouldn't lie
to get ahead, though?

[sighs] I don't know, Lu.
It's almost everything we have left.

[exhales] Eight hundred euros, hm?
It's 400 euros per person that way.

But this absolutely stays between us.

We have to do whatever we can,
you know?

Absolutely. Absolutely.

-We're running dry.
-Let's switch to gin and tonics, hm?

What do you think? Excuse me.

Two gin and tonics, please.

You're not having dessert first?

After, maybe. [chuckles]
I mean, I don't know.

-Just two gin and tonics.
-Right. That will be dessert.

Been a while
since we've seen each other.

-When we do, we take Madrid by storm.
-I can picture it now.

Is there any particular gin
you'd like?

Excuse me, are you a model
or an actress?

Don't get me wrong,
I'm not trying to offend you.

I'm a network manager,
and that's just the impression I got.

I didn't mean anything by it.

Yes, you did, Rober,
whether you meant to or not.

-[Roberto] Please.
-Yes, you f*cking did, Rober.

Look, flirting is just human.

The nasty part is you assuming
you've got an edge

because I'm the one in the apron.

And asking if I'm a model
or an actress,

thinking it's flattering,
is just plain naive.

[Javito laughs]
You've got him. Poor Rober.

He has this naive,
almost tender side.

When I said, "naive," I actually
meant more like an as*h*le, you know?

I was wrong, uh--

I apologize, really.

-Two gin and tonics?
-[Roberto] That's right.

Old Bell Black Edition?

-Terrific.
-Coming right up.

-[muttering] My God. f*ck me...
-[Javito laughs]

The check.

[muttering] Give me patience.
[clears throat]

[in normal voice]
Listen... I've told you this before.

I'm the face of the chain, and we've
posted three stories on the food.

Yeah, but there's a specific menu
for influencers,

and you all decided
to order whatever you felt like.

-We'll just pay and leave, then.
-No, no, no. Relax.

-That little menu is depressing, no?
-Sure, but you know what?

We double-checked your name,

and it turns out
you're not even on the list.

What? So, what do I do now?
Delete the posts?

After all the likes I've gotten you?

Call your boss.

That's him there,
watching you from the bar.

[scoffs weakly]

I'm so sorry, ladies...

but I'm gonna make a scene.

Quick question for you.

Do you still happen to have
relationships with any good dealers?

[muffled laugh]

-What? Come on.
-f*ck, Rober. [laughing]

You doctors may change,

-but you never stop with the drugs.
-Neither do you.

What I need is a modern dealer
who knows the new substances.

Chemical, amorous, you know?
No chemsex. Something smooth.

I'm having a party at home
for a bunch of big bosses

and I need to get them
in the bag somehow.

A very subtle catharsis.

[Roberto] Exactly, subtle,
but I don't know how.

Thank you.

-Wow... We're getting thrown out.
-[pensive music playing]

Sorry, we're not throwing you out,
but we actually closed an hour ago.

Look, please, uh...

I've stayed many afternoons
on other occasions

while you prepared the dinner menu.

You don't like me, I know.

Because apparently, now flirting
is some kind of abuse of power.

-Please, you have to leave.
-I can handle it myself.

"I can handle it myself"?
What are we? Are we Vikings?

It's fine.
Let's not make a scene. Come on.

-Thanks very much.
-[Javito] You're welcome.

-[Roberto] We're not coming back.
-Great. We'll throw a party.

[Javito] Rober, hold on. Hey, hey.

I have the perfect dealer
for what you want.

His name's Cain.

Cain? [chuckles] Are you serious?

[Marcel] Cain, take my photo.

-[pop music playing over speakers]
-[camera clicking]

[indistinct chatter]

-Hi.
-Hello.

Hello.

María. [laughs warmly]

-My dear.
-So good to see you.

Beautiful.
I'm so glad you could make it.

I'm happy to be here.

-I love what you've done. [laughs]
-Thank you.

-Look. Congratulations.
-[crowd applauding]

Oh, my gosh. Thank you so much.

Dude, I love it so much.

It's perfect. You look amazing.
Look at this one.

This one is perfect.
This one too. Check it out.

Do we know each other?

I mean, you keep staring at me,
so I thought we might--

No, no, no. It's just that I'm
the head of sales here at Gallery.

And I was looking at you

because we're hiring new people
with your image and energy.

Really? Jeez, I don't even know
what my image is.

[both chuckle]

Seeing you walk by just now,
I thought:

"This kid could run
the perfume section very well,

or the sports section."

But I guess you must be
so busy networking,

making money with your profile.

-I could be interested.
-Oh, is that right?

So you're making
lots of money with your profile,

but you'd still come and work for us?

-I'm Marcel.
-Nice to meet you. I'm Miguel.

Anything... Anything's possible
for us now, Miguel.

Okay, well, Megan. Hmm...
We like you a lot.

Thanks so much.

[woman] I think you have everything
we're looking for.

[intriguing music playing]

[Lu] You're not good at it.
Luckily, you're cute, otherwise...

-Let's see what you can do.
-I'm nervous about this interview.

Let's go. Come on.

-See you later.
-[Lu] See you.

Megan, what did they say to you?

-What are you doing?
-What was that?

Are you into that guy or what?

Jealous, huh?

What did they tell you?

-What? What? What happened?
-Hmm...?

You're mad now? You got mad?
You don't trust me or what?

Yes! They said yes. I got it.

-[shouts]
-Shh!

[both giggling]

[both moan softly]

[Miguel] I met Marcel on the day
of the María Escoté collection show,

and apart from having an image
that works for our concept store,

he has many followers.

And knows a lot about sport too,
right?

Do you want to see me do
a backflip, or...? Whatever you like.

No, no, no. There's no need.

[Marcel] Are you sure?

Yeah. [chuckles softly]

[pensive music playing]

[line ringing]

Vera?

Are you all right?

Not much, I just need to talk.

Honestly,
I don't wanna dwell on things,

so I'm focusing
on sh**ting and meditation.

But I'm more and more certain
about things.

Roberto's acting nervous around me.

And Tina...

who I've treated like
a beloved family member

for all these years,
is also keeping things from me.

Vera, are you listening to me?

Marga, I've got things on the stove,
so I really have to go.

We'll have a calm talk
about it tomorrow, don't worry.

Mm-- Okay.

[cell phone beeps]

Hello. Can I help you with something?

Lu, let me step in
since they're customers of mine.

-How are you, Silvia?
-Very good.

-We haven't seen you, Nat.
-Yes, because I'm busy here.

Excuse me and thanks.

Look at something before I show you
the blazers from Saint Laurent.

Take a look
at the Ana Locking nightgown.

Look at all she's done here.
The decorations are all hers.

-Oh, it is marvelous.
-[Silvia] Very pretty.

These are the ones
from the show as well.

[pensive music continues playing]

-Hi there.
-Hello.

-May I help you with something?
-Yes.

I need a new look for a big event.
Are you feeling me?

Megan, will you give me a moment with
Samantha since we've already spoken?

Right over here is the María Escoté
I wanted to show you.

-[Samantha] The one from the runway?
-[Nat] It's so fun, isn't it?

[Samantha] I love it.

Every customer belongs to her?

[door creaks softly]

-[Adela] Wonderful. Look at this.
-[door closes]

Peach in syrup.
Just what your grandma loves.

Make sure to thank this Marga lady
because we've really been struggling,

and it means a lot
to have something nice.

It's not like anyone's handing out
favors, so really, thank her.

Why should I thank her, Ma?

-What'd you say?
-It wasn't a gift.

-It wasn't, now?
-I helped myself to it.

-That's a f*cking lie.
-Oh, come on.

-Like you've never taken anything.
-Let's just forget about it.

Grandma, turn the TV down a little.
Come on, it's too loud.

Don't say anything to her.
It just gets worse.

[woman on TV]
...but about how you handle things.

And, hey, no one's ever too far gone
to reinvent themselves.

[TV volume decreases]

She listens to you.

So guess what. I'm pregnant.

Do you have any money saved, though?
Because you're getting an ab*rtion.

I never said I would get an ab*rtion.

-What's your plan, then?
-To keep it, Ma. That's all I want.

With Roberto.

And who's Roberto?

He's the husband who lives
where I work as the housekeeper, Ma.

I didn't know you were stupid.

What do you mean, "stupid"?
Were you born yesterday?

When I found out he liked me,

I immediately had
a fertility treatment

to make sure he got me pregnant.

-And the wife?
-The wife knows nothing

because we handled it beautifully.

-"Beautifully..."
-He loves me and wants to divorce.

You love him too,
but that's not the point.

Why are you even drinking this sh*t?

What can I say?
My Gran Reserva ran out last night.

No Gran Reserva. No alcohol, Ma.
Come on, you know you can't drink.

You did it on purpose, didn't you?

You knew exactly what you were doing.

Getting pregnant wasn't an accident.

-No.
-No?

We just went over this.

Roberto loves me.
He's going to help me get ahead.

What do you want?

For me to clean sh*t
until the day I retire? Huh?

-What about you? Look at your life.
-[disjointed music playing]

Ma, morals are made for people
who can afford them.

And those who get
to prioritize their morality

hardly ever do so.

So stop looking at me as if I were...
I don't know what.

A cheap hooker.

[intercom beeps]

[sighs sharply]

Supply and demand are triggered
and reversed based on desire.

Now, with so much out there
and prices so low,

well, people gobble it all up,

then move on when
the novelty wears off. Mm-hm...

We're living through some hard times.

-We've been struggling too.
-That's why I keep a mix.

-Whatever you're into.
-Sure.

Right, from the old-school staples,
you know,

-cocaine, amphetamines, or cannabis,
-[intriguing music playing]

to what's a lot more mainstream now,
the synthetics,

which are cheaper and offer

-a wide range of states.
-Uh-huh...

We have GHB,
which is similar to a sharp rush,

kind of like being drunk.

-So no alcohol with this. Careful.
-Uh-huh...

[door opens]

-Afternoon.
-Afternoon.

Ah, Marcel, my roommate.

Relax, he's trustworthy.

You've got tusi,

which blends heightened stimuli
with a deep sense of sensuality.

You've got meow meow,
which is similar to crack cocaine,

but, uh, with an added twist of M.

Then you've got tina,

which is smoked and commonly used
to enhance sexual experiences.

There's a drug called tina
that's commonly used for f*cking?

[both chuckle]

I'm sorry. Go on.

Well, it's up to you to decide
what kind of sensation you're after.

-Bare or pumped up?
-[sighs sharply]

What I really need is a miracle.

To make a punch
with whatever you give me

for a bunch of mediocre people

who don't even know
they're already ghosts.

When they return from purgatory,

they'll see me,
and decide they love me.

Like I'm their ideal man, or, um--

-Are we on the same page right now?
-[chuckles faintly]

Same f*cking page.

You've come looking for...

MDMA.

Good to see you, Lorena.

-Hold on. I'll take care of it.
-Okay.

Sonia, I left it for you
in the dressing room, okay?

-Pedro, how are you?
-Hello.

-Mariló must be happy.
-[Pedro] I hope she is.

She's always a bit worried
about her hips.

This pattern should help her
feel more confident.

[in hushed voice] We better get
our sh*t together, or we're out.

[in hushed voice] That nutcase
won't let us sell anything.

We have to act now.

-[Marcel] Thank you.
-[woman] You're welcome.

-See you soon.
-Thanks so much.

See you.

Hey there.

I sent you three WhatsApps.
You haven't answered me.

Yeah? I didn't see them.

Blue tick says you read them.

Since you've been working here,
I haven't been able to speak to you.

Right, I know.

The thing is, I--

I'm not sure how HR
would respond to that, Miguel.

If you want to hang
after recommending me, you know?

You were the one who approached me.

"Anything's possible for us, Miguel."

So now that you've got the job,

don't start treating me like
I'm some kind of stalker or whatever.

Miguel...

No.

[voice breaks] Forgive me.

[crying] I didn't realize.

[in terse whisper] What are
you doing? Marcel, cut it out.

I'm sorry.

Cut it out. Stop it now.

Stop it. Please, cut it out.

[crying and sniffling softly]

[exhales]

[disjointed music playing]

Yes, it's very nice.

-Using this. Just right.
-Thank you.

This is the one they just unveiled.

What do you think about this set?

[sighs] It's working hours.

I'm sure they would prefer it
if you weren't on your phone.

I just sold two handbags
like this one on Instagram.

-To who?
-I don't know.

That's what I mean, Lu.

You can't sell things
without knowing the customers.

Do you want me to show you both the
specific way we handle our packaging?

-Oh, yeah. I'd love that.
-[Nat] Perfect.

Going to the bathroom.

One question. Have you asked if you
can come dressed like this to work?

I'm going home.

[breathes heavily]

[sobbing]

[whimpers]

[Megan] What are you doing?

[Lu] Just sorting through stuff.
I'm so pissed.

That woman makes me sick.

Okay, stop, stop, stop.

Listen to me for a moment, please.

[intriguing music playing]

She keeps looking at me.

-I'm getting vibes from her.
-What are you saying?

Why don't we take her out partying?

-What?
-You know, just party as friends.

And if she comes on to me,
we'll take some selfies.

She'll be so embarrassed
by the photos,

she'll keep her mouth shut.

But that's blackmail.

No, but it's not
because she'll be our friend.

And then she won't bother us anymore.

[beat-heavy techno music
playing over speakers]

[camera clicking]

[Megan] All right, inside.

All right. Get home safe.

Rest up, babe.

-Get in.
-[Nat sighs]

-[Megan] Careful, honey. Go lie down.
-[techno music thumping nearby]

[Nat sighs]

[in groggy voice] Thanks a lot.

[man nearby]
It's okay. I'm friends with the DJ.

Did she--?

[man nearby] I'm friends with the DJ.

Did she give you the address?

[techno music playing over speakers]

Yeah, this is exactly
how I wanted to spend my night.

Can't catch a break with this one.

Another.

[muffled techno music
continues playing nearby]

Having a good time, handsome?

-Megan, what are you doing?
-Leave me the f*ck alone! Get off!

-[techno music playing clearly]
-[Megan grunting angrily]

[Lu shouts] Megan, stop!

-Stop! Stop, Megan.
-[Megan continues grunting]

[Lu] Please, stop. Damn it, stop!

Megan, please, stop!
He's had enough, all right?

-Stop!
-[shouting]

[Lu sobbing]

How old are you, sir?

I'm 25.

Oh...

We've definitely made things
difficult for your generation.

But I know you're going
to handle it brilliantly.

You're our only hope
for a better future.

You'll have the power
to turn this chaos around

and set things right.

What did you say your name was?

You didn't ask my name.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[in teary voice] Megan...

[dramatic music playing]

NATIONAL
POLICE

[car starts]

[siren wailing]

[engine revving]

[tires screech]

[techno music playing in distance]