The Girls at the Back (2022): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript
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Morning.
Morning.
Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.
- Did you sleep well?
- Hmm? Yeah. You?
Slept like shit.
- How come?
- I'm a real light sleeper.
I can hear a goddamn pin drop
in the house.
A little moaning in the room next door,
and boom, then I'm fully awake.
- Right. Poor thing.
- Mm-hmm.
I was alone in the room, no Olga.
I was expecting a peaceful night.
But hey, if it's for a good cause,
then I'm here for it.
You guys, I have to go.
- What? Where?
- Home. Martina's sick.
- What's wrong?
- She just doesn't feel well.
- Is she in the hospital?
- No. She called, crying.
I'm freaked out and leaving.
- Carol. Wait, Carol!
- Carol. Carol, come back.
- Carol, hey.
- All right. Just calm down, please.
- I mean, Rubén's with her, right?
- Yeah, but it's not the same.
She has a fever
and needs her mom. I'm going.
Don't freak out. I'm sure
there's something we can do from here.
How high's the fever?
Fifty-five kilos.
Huh?
My app told me
it just registered a new weight.
On my scale
that's in my bathroom in my own house.
Someone weighed themselves
at that weight, and I got a notification.
"Congratulations. You've just reached
your ideal weight."
So, what does that
have to do with Martina?
At first I thought,
"That's Martina, clowning around."
'Cause she does that a lot.
But then I thought, "Wait, 55 kilos?"
"Martina's not that heavy."
"So, maybe she's messing around
with her sister." But no.
It can't be because this week,
they're with my parents.
Rubén is home alone.
Right. And you think
he's there with someone.
No, I know. I don't think.
My husband's cheating on me
with someone skinnier.
What's going on? What'd I miss?
Just that Martina has a 55-kilo fever.
- I don't get it.
- I'm leaving.
Hey! No. Wait. Where are you going?
You wanna catch them?
It'll take you seven hours to get home.
Whatever it is,
you won't fix anything by leaving.
Talk to Rubén. Call him and ask him.
I'm sure there'll be
a really simple, stupid explanation.
He'll tell me I'm crazy,
then turn it around and say,
"You think I'm with someone?
Does that mean you're with someone there?"
He wouldn't exactly be wrong,
would he, though?
Is this funny? Do you think this is funny?
I don't think it's funny.
I think it's the best that could happen.
No, the best-case scenario
isn't your husband cheating on you.
The best-case scenario would be making
decisions you need to make
of your own accord.
I don't want to be here. That's it.
The fun's all over,
and now I feel like shit.
Not because of the scale.
Because of everything we've done.
Serves me right for being stupid.
So Rubén's cheating on you,
and somehow it's your fault?
No, what is my fault
is everything I've done.
I believe in karma.
That you reap what you sow.
Well, okay then.
Go right ahead. Go on. Run off.
Yeah. She's right.
If what we've been through
these past days hasn't changed you
or made you think, then...
Yeah. If you think it's fucked up
your life instead of helping you...
Yeah, definitely. You seem really torn up.
So maybe it's best you go back.
Well, should we read the next paper?
Well, yeah.
The sooner we're done
with this stunt, the better.
- She'll be back soon.
- She didn't even take her suitcase.
Oh yeah.
The last paper.
Ta-dum.
Here we go. The last one.
Weren't any of you gonna come after me?
It's a shame Carol isn't here
for the last challenge.
Yeah, really.
She was the life of the party, you know?
Yeah. Every single time, she was like,
"No, no. No, I'm not doing that, okay?"
- And then she'd go buck wild.
- True.
Okay, fine. I won't go.
But don't ignore me. I have a surprise.
Okay. One, two...
Here we go. Let's see.
- Hmm, no. It's "hook up with a chick."
- We already got that.
No, ladies, we've already had
enough of those.
- We did it. Okay, right.
- Go on!
Bum, bum, bum! This is the one.
- Let's see.
- Go.
It says, "Tell the truth."
Wow. That's nothing.
I mean, it's not like
we don't speak our minds, right?
Well, not for everything.
What are you saying?
We don't have secrets.
Ugh, you guys!
"Unfinished business," "tell the truth"?
I mean, our lives are so sad.
I'm seriously getting bummed out in Cádiz.
- You definitely wrote this.
- I did?
Today I counted how many times I lied.
I got 48 times.
The number isn't the problem.
It's that today was so normal.
My typical day is one big fucking lie.
I mean, I'm like a fucking lie
on two legs. Yeah.
Someone like me, who likes to be honest
and put it all out there,
I spend the entire day lying.
And if I'm like that,
then all the people around me...
I'm not talking about people in general.
I just mean your inner circle
and, like, your closest friends.
That must also be based on a lie, hmm?
Just ignore me.
I've had three glasses of wine.
Four or five.
Seven.
Honestly, you should unfollow me.
I'm a fraud.
"You should unfollow me. I'm a fraud."
Voilà. Ten thousand more followers.
Twelve thousand, actually.
Are you guys acknowledging me or not?
Carol should be getting
close to Madrid now, right?
Hey! Enough already. I'm so screwed.
Don't ignore me.
We know you're screwed already, okay?
You've been screwed for a long time now.
And we're not the ones ignoring you.
You're actually the one who's ignoring us.
Well, if we're gonna start
telling the truth to one another,
we might as well crack open
a few beers to get things started.
Look, I think telling the truth
is supposed to be liberating,
not something that's gonna put
bad vibes between us.
- Right.
- Mm.
Us four have a group chat
where we talk about you
because we're worried.
- And here we go.
- It begins.
Group chat?
Worried about what? I don't like that
you won't say these things to my face.
We do. We say these things
to your face all the time.
But you get really defensive
when we say anything about Rubén.
What do you mean,
I get really defensive, huh?
Yeah. No matter what he does to you,
you find some way to justify it.
Well, it's just that you guys
are only hearing my version.
And, well, I need to vent. You know?
Yeah, but the worst thing
is that you end up blaming yourself
every time, Carol.
Don't you see that?
How long have you had it?
It's been a couple years.
Couple years?
Ten years, give or take.
- Ten?
- Yeah.
Pretty much as soon
as they invented WhatsApp.
Let me read it.
- I wanna read the whole thing now, 'kay?
- No. No way.
No. And we don't chat every day.
We don't use it to talk shit.
It comes from a place
of love and affection.
- Mm-hmm.
- When did you send the last message?
Come on. Who cares?
"Ratoncito and Ratoncita
are eating each other's cheese."
"Oh, Ratoncito, could you please transform
our little Ratoncita
back into a princess?"
And then just a whole bunch
of laughing emojis from them.
The worst thing is that we used
to take it really seriously.
But now we just use it to make jokes
because nothing we say seems to land.
You barely even react,
and that, well, is frustrating.
So we get sucked into your little game
where, apparently, everything's fine,
and your problems with Rubén
are nothing more than normal couple stuff.
Says the woman who has this perfect life,
who just hooked up with her best friend.
- You're a hypocrite.
- Ouch.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What?
What happened? What did I miss?
Uh... Sorry, that was mean.
No, you're right.
I definitely have my own shit.
- I'm sorry, Sara.
- No, don't be sorry.
I'm just a little offended
that you're comparing video sex
with your first boyfriend
to making love
with someone important in my life.
It's really not the same.
But as for everything else,
I'll own that and take it on the chin.
But wait up. Hold on. One thing.
Guys, did you really hook up, or...?
Seriously, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
So I'm gonna give you a kiss, okay?
I'm gonna kiss you.
- Not on the mouth.
- Uh, no.
Don't get jealous now, Alma.
I see you there.
And how much longer do we have
to tell the truth for? 'Cause, like...
- Well, I guess until midnight.
- Oh my God.
We're gonna be
like truth-telling Cinderellas.
Thirteen hours of honesty?
- This is gonna be a bloodbath.
- It already is.
Maybe I should leave him alone.
I'm sure he isn't...
Just call him.
And put him on speaker.
- Hello?
- Hi, honey.
- Hey, babe. How are you guys?
- Fine.
And you? Enjoying your mini-vacation
without your girls?
No way. I really miss you guys.
- Right.
- Do you miss us?
Hello?
- Who was using my scale?
- Your scale? I have no idea.
I got a notification on my app.
Someone weighed themselves
on my scale at 9:55.
I must've done it by accident.
No, honey. That's not how you activate it.
You have to tap to activate it
and stand on it for a couple seconds.
Yeah, well, I don't know.
- Is there another woman in the house?
- What? What, did you go crazy?
- What?
- Don't call me crazy.
- You do that every chance you get.
- Then don't say shit like that, babe.
Look, let's FaceTime.
I'll show you every closet in the house.
You won't find anyone.
Do you know
what today's slip of paper says?
- "Bust your husband's balls"?
- No. It's "tell the truth."
Tell the truth? What do you mean?
To not lie.
To be honest for the entire day.
Well, that sounds like a shitty challenge.
No, what's shitty is finding out
through a weight app
that my husband's sleeping around on me!
Here we go.
Look, could we just drop this now, please?
Do you love me?
Sorry, what?
Do you love me?
Where's that coming from?
Since you have to tell the truth all day,
I'd like to know if you still love me.
- Of course I love you. That's so stupid.
- But are you in love with me?
- What, are we 15 years old?
- Answer me.
No. You tell me who went on my scale!
Do you really think
that I slept with someone else?
I do, and I'm freaking out!
It's driving me crazy!
The girls had to stop me
before I went back to Madrid.
It was me.
I don't believe
you accidentally stepped on it.
No, it was on purpose.
On purpose? Why?
Yeah, I put my foot on the scale
and pressed it till I got to 55 kilos.
But why?
Sorry, honey.
I've just been having the worst few days.
You're so distant. Like, you're not there.
But we've talked, like, 40 times a day.
Yeah, but something's different.
Oh, something is different.
Very different.
Sorry, it's just...
Listen, I want you to know
that under no circumstance
would I ever sleep with anyone but you.
'Cause I love you. Hmm?
And besides, look.
Look at what?
At this.
See how I get just thinkin'
about you coming home tomorrow?
So then why did you do it?
Well, it's for this.
This?
To see if you got freaked out,
if you got jealous.
I needed you to show me
that you cared a little bit.
To feel some love from you.
Look, I snapped, okay?
I didn't sleep well,
I've been having nightmares,
and I'm going stir-crazy here
without you and the girls.
It won't happen again.
Honestly, I'm sorry.
So tell me about those 55 kilos.
You stopped right there on purpose?
Well, I remembered
it was your ideal weight, and, uh...
You remembered because you're the one
who set it there.
♪ You make me happy ♪
♪ Nice, cute, and funny ♪
♪ Ay, ay, ay... ♪
I guess
telling the truth has us all silent.
Give us a clue about the surprise.
It's best to do this
without overthinking. Trust me.
Like sending a dick pic?
- Ha ha.
- Wait. Hold on a second.
Can we talk
about the elephant in the room now?
- No, we still can't do that.
- But we're in full truth mode.
Well, then
I'm truly asking you not to bring that up.
Or else it'll ruin the mood for them.
Hey, cool it with the jokes for a second.
This is really important.
Ladies, tell us, how did this happen?
How are you feeling?
What does this mean for you two?
We can't just gloss over this.
- Yeah. We need to gloss over it for now.
- Nobody's glossing over.
Who is it? Why don't you answer?
Because it's Rebe,
and I don't feel like talking to her.
- Oh, no. That isn't fair.
- What do you mean?
I mean, if this is about having
an entire lie-free day,
you can't lock yourself away
and wait for it to end, you know?
I'm not locking myself away.
Well, I can think of someone
you wouldn't mind being locked away with.
- What? It's just the truth.
- Take it easy. Okay, Leo?
- Ah, fine.
- Telling the truth is telling the truth.
Not avoiding the truth.
If I don't feel like talking,
I don't feel like talking,
and that's the truth.
It's what I need and how I feel.
Okay, but that's cheating.
Dude, you are so annoying.
Well, okay. Then we need someone
to be the mediator to solve this conflict.
Someone to resolve this conundrum.
Someone objective.
- Sari!
- Don't look at me.
I mean, you are the interested party here.
Go on, be honest.
Okay. I don't think it's right,
if I'm being honest. Even though I get it.
I think that maybe one missed call's okay.
But if she calls again,
you have to answer.
Mm-hmm. Thanks for the support.
Ooh, first couple's argument.
Hey, what are you doing? What's this?
Turning off my phone.
- Seriously?
- Now, that isn't fair.
Every day, when we've gone
to the beach or dinner or wherever,
I turn off my phone.
- Sometimes I even leave it at home.
- Oh, yeah? And why is that? Don't lie.
Well, because I feel like being
with my friends.
- Like enjoying the trip. Disconnecting.
- Right.
- I spend all day stuck on that thing.
- Mm-hmm. And?
And because I'm going
through a crisis with Rebe
that she has no idea about.
But given my recent behavior,
she's probably getting nervous.
Wow, dude, I had no idea.
Well, there's my truth.
Do you feel better after telling us?
So much better. Thanks, Leo.
- Okay, fine. I should shut up now.
- Yeah, good idea.
- Keep your eyes closed, ladies.
- ♪ I'll jump to the sun ♪
- One, two, three.
- ♪ And you will not catch me ♪
Now.
- Wow! Seriously?
- No way, man!
Let's go!
Oh, please.
No, no. I'm not doing this.
- No way. This is petrifying.
- What?
Thank God I drank a few beers
before we came.
Okay. So, guys,
before we get into ridiculous arguments,
know that you don't have a choice.
Treat it like a slip of paper.
I didn't write this down,
but it's something
I've never had the guts to do,
and since we could only choose one,
I thought that...
I don't know. This is on me, so...
Oh, so cool!
I brought leggings, okay?
If this had been day one,
we would've argued about this for hours.
Well, you couldn't have picked
a scarier place.
Stop, no!
You can't consume alcohol
before the flight.
Uh, one question.
What do you mean by that?
That if you've consumed
alcohol beforehand, you can't fly.
But like, one minute before the flight?
Hours? The night before?
The rules say,
"In an obvious state of intoxication."
Why? Have you tried it?
Did someone try to fly drunk
and suffer fatal consequences?
Have you been drinking?
Look, between you and me,
do you think that if maybe
I'd already had a couple of beers...
Maybe three, four, or five.
Five, tops.
That would disqualify me?
I have to do something up there?
I don't, right?
Do I have to control it or something?
No, you don't have to control
anything up there.
Could I be blind drunk,
go up, and be alive when I land?
Yes, it's possible. But not a sure thing.
Listen, all I'm sure about
is that one of us has cancer.
- Come on, dude.
- Shh! Ladies.
Imagine for a second that it was me
and that this is my dying wish.
And hey, so what?
I had to drink six beers
for some Dutch courage.
Would you really deny me that?
Here.
- I'm getting nervous.
- We'll take it slow.
Ready?
- Like this?
- Yep.
Ah!
Three, two, one.
Let's go.
Here we go!
Whoo!
Oh my God! This is the best!
Whoo-hoo!
In my mind, I'm in midair right now.
And I'm loving it.
It's the best experience
of my fucking life.
I don't need your permission. I fly solo.
Nobody clips my wings. Not you or anyone!
See this? I'm in the air like a bird.
Whoo! Whoo-hoo!
Whoo-hoo!
I love this!
Sara!
You're the most consistent,
most generous person.
But you have to stand up for yourself.
Stop trying to please
everyone around you all the time.
It's not
that you do everything right.
It's that you don't let yourself
do anything wrong.
Five days without taking a dump
is a symptom
of everything you're keeping inside.
I think
you've always been in love with Alma.
You always keep your distance
from all of us.
It's like you're never fully present.
You're stuck in your own shit
because social media's working for you,
but you're clinging to your shadow.
Before having a baby,
you need to learn to be okay
with who you really are.
I think
you've always been in love with Sara.
You don't sail through life
as easily as you seem to.
So much of that is just a show.
Your freedom is based on rules.
You put too many limits
on others and, in the end,
you're only limiting yourself.
You run away when things get deep.
I miss the old Carol. I miss you.
You still have time to feel better.
To be happier.
Your husband mistreats you.
I think you need some help.
Give therapy another shot.
Ladies!
Whoo!
Oh my God!
- Wow!
- That was so good.
Sometimes it's hard
to be your friend.
You don't accept our help.
You choose to live
in this closed-off, little bubble.
Open up a little bit.
I don't know how to reach you.
You run away. You hide behind jokes.
You drink way too much, girl.
Stop going through life numb.
So says the pothead.
This is about listening,
not retaliating.
And telling our truths.
- To each of us.
- And to say thank you.
Well, thank you.
Thank you.
Well, thanks.
Thanks, guys.
Thanks.
Okay. Cheers.
- Yeah, cheers.
- I'll drink to that.
Hello. How was paragliding?
I hope it was thrilling and liberating.
Hey, one thing.
Since this is your last night,
and it's the San Juan festival,
I wanted to invite you guys
to the restaurant.
Not for dinner with me, don't worry.
Just you guys.
It'd make me happy. Take care. Bye.
Hmm.
What's that?
Nothing. It's my phone.
I couldn't really sleep.
Already on Tinder?
Uh, yeah. So what?
- You have a boyfriend.
- Here we go. What boyfriend?
And if I had a boyfriend,
what's the problem?
You just matched with that guy.
- Are you meeting him?
- Uh...
You can't go and cheat on David.
Now David's like family.
All of us love that guy to death.
Really, Olga. Why do you need
to sleep with someone else?
Come on. What do you know
about what I need, Carol?
You're absolutely right.
We have no idea what you need.
Well, there you go.
But since we're doing
this truth-telling crap today...
Olga, honey. Tell us what you need.
What I need now is a bath
because I'm really hot.
Why do you need
to sleep with somebody else?
Because I like to fuck.
Ah. So you don't want to sleep with David?
That's it. Keep pressing.
I mean, I do wanna fuck David.
That doesn't mean
I don't want to fuck anyone else.
No, the question is, "Right now, honestly,
do you wanna fuck someone
other than David?"
Oof. Oh my God, you guys.
Leave me alone, okay?
- I mean...
- Getting a little scared, huh?
Not as much as you guys.
Well, well, well. She goes on the attack.
- Fuck. I mean, do I need to explain this?
- Mm-hmm.
Well, it's just that things have gotten
out of hand with David.
- That's it.
- Or maybe the opposite.
That guy is a real opportunity.
But what opportunity is that?
- Really, what?
- Olga.
I mean, yeah, this morning,
when I woke up next to him,
I got scared because...
because I looked at him,
and I didn't feel like running away.
And actually, I didn't feel like fucking.
- We didn't fuck.
- Mmm.
We were just lying there
in his bed, locking eyes.
Then we ate Leo's French toast.
Yeah.
Yeah, it was really cute, really nice.
But you know, it's not how I see it.
The aim of this trip
wasn't to find a boyfriend.
Not now or for my life, you know?
At least, I thought you did.
- Well, he's an awesome guy.
- Yeah.
Well, yeah, of course.
He's an amazing guy.
We laugh all the time. Everything's great.
But, you know,
I don't want to leave this place
with anything like a boyfriend.
It throws me off
and doesn't make me happy.
So, that's it.
I'm gonna redirect this,
have sex with another guy,
and put everything in its place.
Now, is that a shame?
Do I feel really bad about it? Of course.
It's just that none
of what I feel right now
will be important to me in a few days
or a few weeks or a few months, even.
It'll just be another story. That's it.
That's the way it is.
- How you doing?
- Take a guess.
- Bizarre.
- Really bizarre.
And you?
Like the afternoon. Overcast.
Really overcast.
You wanna talk?
Talk more?
- Mm, got it.
- You?
You know, I don't.
I wanna read.
The chat.
- Can I see it?
- No.
- I really need to.
- No, there's no way. No.
We're all about the truth today, no?
Well, I just need to see the truth.
Sara.
WANT TO GET A DRINK AFTER THE BONFIRES?
Oh, hey there, Mr. Thoughtful.
Thanks so much for the invitation.
Yes, we'll be there.
See you.
OKAY, SEE YOU THERE.
One of the most intense experiences
of my entire life
is the day your water broke.
When you first told me.
- Do you remember what you told me?
- Mm.
Not sure.
We said a lot of things that day.
God!
I'm being romantic,
and you're shitting all over it.
Ah, you mean the playlist?
You'd made me a playlist
because I was really scared about labor,
pain, and that it would go on forever.
The midwife told me,
"When you go into labor,
it's really important that you move around
because it will help your baby
get into position."
And when I told you that,
you made me this playlist
of nonstop dance music,
with all of our favorite hits
from when we were 13
and going to school dances.
And I wanted us to listen together
for you to try it out.
- It's for dancing.
- Wow, this is the strong stuff.
So that when you went into labor,
none of the songs would bother you.
But, of course...
- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah! Sí, señor ♪
- We were riding such a high.
- Such a high. Wow.
- Dancing to all these classics together.
- Okay. Okay.
- Is that it?
- What should I do? Call Mario?
- Tell me that's it.
- It's, mm...
- We have to take it slow.
Nearly there.
Shit, what is it?
When Mario came to pick you up.
- Wait, honey.
- What?
I forgot my phone.
One second. I think it's...
Okay. I'll take this to the car.
How else are you going to dilate?
- And as you were leaving, you said...
- Hey.
I started to cry.
You started to cry.
And you told me...
Everything would be
so much easier with you.
"Everything would be
so much easier with you."
That's not all you said.
Easier... and so much more fun too.
"And so much more fun too."
See, I remember.
So easy and so fun.
That's something I only feel with you.
What is this?
What does this all mean now?
What does this make me now?
What do you mean, make you?
Are you worried about being bisexual?
No.
What I'm worried about...
is being in love with you.
It's worrying and unsettling.
It's a turn-on. Big time.
Hey.
Now's not the time to decide
what we're feeling, you know?
Are you in love with me?
Don't ask me that question.
It's too late for that.
This whole day, all I've wanted to do
is lay here and kiss you.
To stay right here.
Like this.
You know that doesn't answer my question.
I can't help thinking
that I'm dragging you down.
I've been needing
a way I could escape.
Something to blow everything up.
And I'm dragging you
along with me, which isn't fair.
Do you regret it?
No, I don't regret it.
But I'm the one with the problem.
And in trying to solve it,
I've made one for you.
I don't plan on telling Rebe.
I don't care about the game.
But when I do talk to her,
which obviously I have to do,
I'm not gonna tell her.
And neither are you.
Don't you dare tell this to Mario.
And then what?
When we get back,
Mario will know it.
I'm really bad at pretending.
It'll be easy to justify being weird.
But hey.
You didn't answer my question.
And you?
You told me you were worried
about being in love.
Not that you're really in love.
I feel like no matter
which way you answer that question,
it could really hurt us.
But if you want, I'll answer.
Should we answer?
Fifty-eight and then some.
You could probably lose
three more.
I need to lose weight?
Hey, don't get defensive. I saw your face.
What face?
Nothing. Don't listen to me, okay?
You look great. Forget about it.
- But why did you say three kilos?
- Huh?
I don't know.
I just sort of came up with it.
- You think I'm fat.
- No.
No one's fat because of three or so kilos...
I'm just wondering
why that specific number?
Are you happy with your weight?
- Are you happy with my weight?
- If you are, then yeah, of course.
I was until you told me
that I could lose another three kilos.
Okay then. Just forget it.
Really. It's all good, 'kay?
I'm standing here naked,
and you won't touch me.
- Come here then, you little roly-poly!
- No, get off! Put me down!
Get off!
I WENT OUT FOR DINNER
WITH YOUR MOM AND THE GIRLS.
WE MISS YOU.
I'd rather you really did have
an affair with someone.
You'd be a better person.
Damn, guys. This is depressing, huh?
For sure, a little.
- It is our last night here.
- Maybe that's why we're being this way.
Uh-uh, no way.
We can't lose our steam now.
- No fuckin' way.
- Mm-hmm.
Cheer up. We still have bonfires
to jump over.
- How's it going? How's everything?
- Great.
- Good.
- Just look. Don't we seem pumped?
But it's not because of the food.
That's great.
- Really good. Mm, mm.
- Ah.
Well, I just wanted to say
I think you're incredible.
You've been incredible on this trip.
You're just a fun group.
And getting to know you guys
has been good for me.
So the least I could do
was invite you back here.
- Thank you.
- Wow, thank you so much.
- Thank you.
- You're all amazing.
Okay, I'll stop there.
- Later. Bye.
- Thanks.
- Bye.
- He's so cute.
I'm going to cry.
Kind of sounded like a goodbye.
- What did you say to the poor guy?
- Nothing.
That's the problem.
You haven't told him anything.
Okay, you guys. Fine.
If picking on me
will help the vibe, then go for it.
No, pick on me, you guys.
My stuff's juicier, judging by the chat.
- Did you read it?
- Guilty.
Mm-hmm.
Honestly, I don't know why I'm here.
Exactly, Carol.
I don't know why you're here either.
You should be off
renewing your wedding vows.
Especially after that dick pic.
Actually, you should use that dick pic
as an invitation for your vow renewals.
All right, you can pick on me as well.
The drunk fatty who doesn't have a life
outside of you guys.
- That French toast was nasty.
- What are you talking about, bitch?
You probably still had
the taste of jizz in your mouth.
- Oh, wow!
- You are so classy, girl.
If you want,
you guys can also pick on the influencer.
- Mm-hmm.
- Who always claims she's so authentic.
And whose life is a fucking lie.
Aww, and who tries so hard
not to be an influencer.
The harder she tries,
the bigger she gets. Poor thing.
- Yeah. You're a fucking poser.
- Or go ahead and pick on me.
Bring it. I can take it.
Um, It's impossible to pick on you, Sara.
- Why?
- Because even your mistakes are perfect.
To whom else would you even say that?
"Whom else"? Did I hear you right?
"Whom," yes. The objective pronoun.
- Oof.
- Uh-huh. Of course.
- Wow.
- Oh my God.
Sara, aren't you sick of being so correct?
Yes, I'm sick of being
a correct pussy all the time, all right?
We just so happen to have
a special envoy to Sara's pussy here.
Alma, could you confirm if Sara's pussy
is indeed sick of being correct?
Well, Sara's pussy is... mm...
completely over being correct,
in my opinion.
- Ooh!
- Look at this!
- Ah!
- Okay!
Uh, I'm sorry. What?
My God. What is happening here?
I need a heads-up. I'm not used to this.
- Let's do it!
- To Sara's pussy.
Uh, to Sara's pussy.
Long live your pussy, Sara.
Hey!
David!
- Come to the bonfire!
- Yeah. We're gonna jump over it.
You'll see.
- Here. Here.
- Right over there. Come on.
Can't get away from these papers, huh?
So, what do we have to write?
Are these things that we want to come
true or things that we want to change?
No. Write down the things you want
to come true, then burn them.
No. These are the things
you want to get rid of for yourself.
That's why you burn them.
Oh my God, you guys.
Make up your fucking minds.
We cannot get into this shit again.
Well, there are tons
of theories about this.
We burn the bad to welcome the good,
or you burn your wishes
to bring good luck.
I prefer to burn the bad.
But the important part
is to make an odd number of jumps.
Preferably seven.
On the seventh jump, you burn the paper.
And then, at midnight, people take a dip.
It's supposed to give you health
and good luck all year.
And to make all your wishes come true.
Thank you.
That's the guy from Tinder, right?
Come on!
How come you're always getting matched
with all the super hot and nice ones?
Kind of patronizing to bring over stuff
to burn when we didn't ask for it.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I will say
that our bonfire's kind of puny.
Plus, he just came and left it with us.
He didn't stick around and be annoying.
- Aren't we all Team David?
- No.
I think we're all Team Olga.
- She can do whatever she wants.
- Thank you.
Okay, don't go overboard!
Go, Team Olga.
Boom!
- First one's up!
- Come on!
- Now jump again!
- Go, go!
- Come on, Carol!
- Whoo!
- Two!
- Three!
- There I go!
- All right, Leo!
- Alma.
- Four!
Okay.
Careful, guys.
- Ooh! I have one more!
- Go!
Seven!
Yeah!
- Ready?
- Yeah.
You guys.
It's 11:45.
Fifteen more minutes...
...and the truth will turn into a pumpkin.
The truth is
this bloodbath could've gone a lot worse.
That's true.
- Um...
- Where are you going, crazy?
I have to do something.
What is it?
Something.
I'll be right back.
- But didn't we say we'd...
- Yeah.
But
my answer's yes.
To your question.
My answer is yes.
Um... I'll be right back too, okay?
Okay. Bye.
My head's exploding, like, "Oof."
So intense. Um...
I also should...
Do you mind if I...?
- No, yeah. Go for it.
- I also have to go too.
Go ahead. My truth and I are hanging out.
I'm in great company here.
- Okay. Cheers.
- See ya.
Are you done yet? Let's go! Hey!
Everybody, dive in!
Whoo! Let's go!
Come on!
It's gonna be midnight soon! Come on!
Morning.
Morning.
Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.
- Did you sleep well?
- Hmm? Yeah. You?
Slept like shit.
- How come?
- I'm a real light sleeper.
I can hear a goddamn pin drop
in the house.
A little moaning in the room next door,
and boom, then I'm fully awake.
- Right. Poor thing.
- Mm-hmm.
I was alone in the room, no Olga.
I was expecting a peaceful night.
But hey, if it's for a good cause,
then I'm here for it.
You guys, I have to go.
- What? Where?
- Home. Martina's sick.
- What's wrong?
- She just doesn't feel well.
- Is she in the hospital?
- No. She called, crying.
I'm freaked out and leaving.
- Carol. Wait, Carol!
- Carol. Carol, come back.
- Carol, hey.
- All right. Just calm down, please.
- I mean, Rubén's with her, right?
- Yeah, but it's not the same.
She has a fever
and needs her mom. I'm going.
Don't freak out. I'm sure
there's something we can do from here.
How high's the fever?
Fifty-five kilos.
Huh?
My app told me
it just registered a new weight.
On my scale
that's in my bathroom in my own house.
Someone weighed themselves
at that weight, and I got a notification.
"Congratulations. You've just reached
your ideal weight."
So, what does that
have to do with Martina?
At first I thought,
"That's Martina, clowning around."
'Cause she does that a lot.
But then I thought, "Wait, 55 kilos?"
"Martina's not that heavy."
"So, maybe she's messing around
with her sister." But no.
It can't be because this week,
they're with my parents.
Rubén is home alone.
Right. And you think
he's there with someone.
No, I know. I don't think.
My husband's cheating on me
with someone skinnier.
What's going on? What'd I miss?
Just that Martina has a 55-kilo fever.
- I don't get it.
- I'm leaving.
Hey! No. Wait. Where are you going?
You wanna catch them?
It'll take you seven hours to get home.
Whatever it is,
you won't fix anything by leaving.
Talk to Rubén. Call him and ask him.
I'm sure there'll be
a really simple, stupid explanation.
He'll tell me I'm crazy,
then turn it around and say,
"You think I'm with someone?
Does that mean you're with someone there?"
He wouldn't exactly be wrong,
would he, though?
Is this funny? Do you think this is funny?
I don't think it's funny.
I think it's the best that could happen.
No, the best-case scenario
isn't your husband cheating on you.
The best-case scenario would be making
decisions you need to make
of your own accord.
I don't want to be here. That's it.
The fun's all over,
and now I feel like shit.
Not because of the scale.
Because of everything we've done.
Serves me right for being stupid.
So Rubén's cheating on you,
and somehow it's your fault?
No, what is my fault
is everything I've done.
I believe in karma.
That you reap what you sow.
Well, okay then.
Go right ahead. Go on. Run off.
Yeah. She's right.
If what we've been through
these past days hasn't changed you
or made you think, then...
Yeah. If you think it's fucked up
your life instead of helping you...
Yeah, definitely. You seem really torn up.
So maybe it's best you go back.
Well, should we read the next paper?
Well, yeah.
The sooner we're done
with this stunt, the better.
- She'll be back soon.
- She didn't even take her suitcase.
Oh yeah.
The last paper.
Ta-dum.
Here we go. The last one.
Weren't any of you gonna come after me?
It's a shame Carol isn't here
for the last challenge.
Yeah, really.
She was the life of the party, you know?
Yeah. Every single time, she was like,
"No, no. No, I'm not doing that, okay?"
- And then she'd go buck wild.
- True.
Okay, fine. I won't go.
But don't ignore me. I have a surprise.
Okay. One, two...
Here we go. Let's see.
- Hmm, no. It's "hook up with a chick."
- We already got that.
No, ladies, we've already had
enough of those.
- We did it. Okay, right.
- Go on!
Bum, bum, bum! This is the one.
- Let's see.
- Go.
It says, "Tell the truth."
Wow. That's nothing.
I mean, it's not like
we don't speak our minds, right?
Well, not for everything.
What are you saying?
We don't have secrets.
Ugh, you guys!
"Unfinished business," "tell the truth"?
I mean, our lives are so sad.
I'm seriously getting bummed out in Cádiz.
- You definitely wrote this.
- I did?
Today I counted how many times I lied.
I got 48 times.
The number isn't the problem.
It's that today was so normal.
My typical day is one big fucking lie.
I mean, I'm like a fucking lie
on two legs. Yeah.
Someone like me, who likes to be honest
and put it all out there,
I spend the entire day lying.
And if I'm like that,
then all the people around me...
I'm not talking about people in general.
I just mean your inner circle
and, like, your closest friends.
That must also be based on a lie, hmm?
Just ignore me.
I've had three glasses of wine.
Four or five.
Seven.
Honestly, you should unfollow me.
I'm a fraud.
"You should unfollow me. I'm a fraud."
Voilà. Ten thousand more followers.
Twelve thousand, actually.
Are you guys acknowledging me or not?
Carol should be getting
close to Madrid now, right?
Hey! Enough already. I'm so screwed.
Don't ignore me.
We know you're screwed already, okay?
You've been screwed for a long time now.
And we're not the ones ignoring you.
You're actually the one who's ignoring us.
Well, if we're gonna start
telling the truth to one another,
we might as well crack open
a few beers to get things started.
Look, I think telling the truth
is supposed to be liberating,
not something that's gonna put
bad vibes between us.
- Right.
- Mm.
Us four have a group chat
where we talk about you
because we're worried.
- And here we go.
- It begins.
Group chat?
Worried about what? I don't like that
you won't say these things to my face.
We do. We say these things
to your face all the time.
But you get really defensive
when we say anything about Rubén.
What do you mean,
I get really defensive, huh?
Yeah. No matter what he does to you,
you find some way to justify it.
Well, it's just that you guys
are only hearing my version.
And, well, I need to vent. You know?
Yeah, but the worst thing
is that you end up blaming yourself
every time, Carol.
Don't you see that?
How long have you had it?
It's been a couple years.
Couple years?
Ten years, give or take.
- Ten?
- Yeah.
Pretty much as soon
as they invented WhatsApp.
Let me read it.
- I wanna read the whole thing now, 'kay?
- No. No way.
No. And we don't chat every day.
We don't use it to talk shit.
It comes from a place
of love and affection.
- Mm-hmm.
- When did you send the last message?
Come on. Who cares?
"Ratoncito and Ratoncita
are eating each other's cheese."
"Oh, Ratoncito, could you please transform
our little Ratoncita
back into a princess?"
And then just a whole bunch
of laughing emojis from them.
The worst thing is that we used
to take it really seriously.
But now we just use it to make jokes
because nothing we say seems to land.
You barely even react,
and that, well, is frustrating.
So we get sucked into your little game
where, apparently, everything's fine,
and your problems with Rubén
are nothing more than normal couple stuff.
Says the woman who has this perfect life,
who just hooked up with her best friend.
- You're a hypocrite.
- Ouch.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What?
What happened? What did I miss?
Uh... Sorry, that was mean.
No, you're right.
I definitely have my own shit.
- I'm sorry, Sara.
- No, don't be sorry.
I'm just a little offended
that you're comparing video sex
with your first boyfriend
to making love
with someone important in my life.
It's really not the same.
But as for everything else,
I'll own that and take it on the chin.
But wait up. Hold on. One thing.
Guys, did you really hook up, or...?
Seriously, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
So I'm gonna give you a kiss, okay?
I'm gonna kiss you.
- Not on the mouth.
- Uh, no.
Don't get jealous now, Alma.
I see you there.
And how much longer do we have
to tell the truth for? 'Cause, like...
- Well, I guess until midnight.
- Oh my God.
We're gonna be
like truth-telling Cinderellas.
Thirteen hours of honesty?
- This is gonna be a bloodbath.
- It already is.
Maybe I should leave him alone.
I'm sure he isn't...
Just call him.
And put him on speaker.
- Hello?
- Hi, honey.
- Hey, babe. How are you guys?
- Fine.
And you? Enjoying your mini-vacation
without your girls?
No way. I really miss you guys.
- Right.
- Do you miss us?
Hello?
- Who was using my scale?
- Your scale? I have no idea.
I got a notification on my app.
Someone weighed themselves
on my scale at 9:55.
I must've done it by accident.
No, honey. That's not how you activate it.
You have to tap to activate it
and stand on it for a couple seconds.
Yeah, well, I don't know.
- Is there another woman in the house?
- What? What, did you go crazy?
- What?
- Don't call me crazy.
- You do that every chance you get.
- Then don't say shit like that, babe.
Look, let's FaceTime.
I'll show you every closet in the house.
You won't find anyone.
Do you know
what today's slip of paper says?
- "Bust your husband's balls"?
- No. It's "tell the truth."
Tell the truth? What do you mean?
To not lie.
To be honest for the entire day.
Well, that sounds like a shitty challenge.
No, what's shitty is finding out
through a weight app
that my husband's sleeping around on me!
Here we go.
Look, could we just drop this now, please?
Do you love me?
Sorry, what?
Do you love me?
Where's that coming from?
Since you have to tell the truth all day,
I'd like to know if you still love me.
- Of course I love you. That's so stupid.
- But are you in love with me?
- What, are we 15 years old?
- Answer me.
No. You tell me who went on my scale!
Do you really think
that I slept with someone else?
I do, and I'm freaking out!
It's driving me crazy!
The girls had to stop me
before I went back to Madrid.
It was me.
I don't believe
you accidentally stepped on it.
No, it was on purpose.
On purpose? Why?
Yeah, I put my foot on the scale
and pressed it till I got to 55 kilos.
But why?
Sorry, honey.
I've just been having the worst few days.
You're so distant. Like, you're not there.
But we've talked, like, 40 times a day.
Yeah, but something's different.
Oh, something is different.
Very different.
Sorry, it's just...
Listen, I want you to know
that under no circumstance
would I ever sleep with anyone but you.
'Cause I love you. Hmm?
And besides, look.
Look at what?
At this.
See how I get just thinkin'
about you coming home tomorrow?
So then why did you do it?
Well, it's for this.
This?
To see if you got freaked out,
if you got jealous.
I needed you to show me
that you cared a little bit.
To feel some love from you.
Look, I snapped, okay?
I didn't sleep well,
I've been having nightmares,
and I'm going stir-crazy here
without you and the girls.
It won't happen again.
Honestly, I'm sorry.
So tell me about those 55 kilos.
You stopped right there on purpose?
Well, I remembered
it was your ideal weight, and, uh...
You remembered because you're the one
who set it there.
♪ You make me happy ♪
♪ Nice, cute, and funny ♪
♪ Ay, ay, ay... ♪
I guess
telling the truth has us all silent.
Give us a clue about the surprise.
It's best to do this
without overthinking. Trust me.
Like sending a dick pic?
- Ha ha.
- Wait. Hold on a second.
Can we talk
about the elephant in the room now?
- No, we still can't do that.
- But we're in full truth mode.
Well, then
I'm truly asking you not to bring that up.
Or else it'll ruin the mood for them.
Hey, cool it with the jokes for a second.
This is really important.
Ladies, tell us, how did this happen?
How are you feeling?
What does this mean for you two?
We can't just gloss over this.
- Yeah. We need to gloss over it for now.
- Nobody's glossing over.
Who is it? Why don't you answer?
Because it's Rebe,
and I don't feel like talking to her.
- Oh, no. That isn't fair.
- What do you mean?
I mean, if this is about having
an entire lie-free day,
you can't lock yourself away
and wait for it to end, you know?
I'm not locking myself away.
Well, I can think of someone
you wouldn't mind being locked away with.
- What? It's just the truth.
- Take it easy. Okay, Leo?
- Ah, fine.
- Telling the truth is telling the truth.
Not avoiding the truth.
If I don't feel like talking,
I don't feel like talking,
and that's the truth.
It's what I need and how I feel.
Okay, but that's cheating.
Dude, you are so annoying.
Well, okay. Then we need someone
to be the mediator to solve this conflict.
Someone to resolve this conundrum.
Someone objective.
- Sari!
- Don't look at me.
I mean, you are the interested party here.
Go on, be honest.
Okay. I don't think it's right,
if I'm being honest. Even though I get it.
I think that maybe one missed call's okay.
But if she calls again,
you have to answer.
Mm-hmm. Thanks for the support.
Ooh, first couple's argument.
Hey, what are you doing? What's this?
Turning off my phone.
- Seriously?
- Now, that isn't fair.
Every day, when we've gone
to the beach or dinner or wherever,
I turn off my phone.
- Sometimes I even leave it at home.
- Oh, yeah? And why is that? Don't lie.
Well, because I feel like being
with my friends.
- Like enjoying the trip. Disconnecting.
- Right.
- I spend all day stuck on that thing.
- Mm-hmm. And?
And because I'm going
through a crisis with Rebe
that she has no idea about.
But given my recent behavior,
she's probably getting nervous.
Wow, dude, I had no idea.
Well, there's my truth.
Do you feel better after telling us?
So much better. Thanks, Leo.
- Okay, fine. I should shut up now.
- Yeah, good idea.
- Keep your eyes closed, ladies.
- ♪ I'll jump to the sun ♪
- One, two, three.
- ♪ And you will not catch me ♪
Now.
- Wow! Seriously?
- No way, man!
Let's go!
Oh, please.
No, no. I'm not doing this.
- No way. This is petrifying.
- What?
Thank God I drank a few beers
before we came.
Okay. So, guys,
before we get into ridiculous arguments,
know that you don't have a choice.
Treat it like a slip of paper.
I didn't write this down,
but it's something
I've never had the guts to do,
and since we could only choose one,
I thought that...
I don't know. This is on me, so...
Oh, so cool!
I brought leggings, okay?
If this had been day one,
we would've argued about this for hours.
Well, you couldn't have picked
a scarier place.
Stop, no!
You can't consume alcohol
before the flight.
Uh, one question.
What do you mean by that?
That if you've consumed
alcohol beforehand, you can't fly.
But like, one minute before the flight?
Hours? The night before?
The rules say,
"In an obvious state of intoxication."
Why? Have you tried it?
Did someone try to fly drunk
and suffer fatal consequences?
Have you been drinking?
Look, between you and me,
do you think that if maybe
I'd already had a couple of beers...
Maybe three, four, or five.
Five, tops.
That would disqualify me?
I have to do something up there?
I don't, right?
Do I have to control it or something?
No, you don't have to control
anything up there.
Could I be blind drunk,
go up, and be alive when I land?
Yes, it's possible. But not a sure thing.
Listen, all I'm sure about
is that one of us has cancer.
- Come on, dude.
- Shh! Ladies.
Imagine for a second that it was me
and that this is my dying wish.
And hey, so what?
I had to drink six beers
for some Dutch courage.
Would you really deny me that?
Here.
- I'm getting nervous.
- We'll take it slow.
Ready?
- Like this?
- Yep.
Ah!
Three, two, one.
Let's go.
Here we go!
Whoo!
Oh my God! This is the best!
Whoo-hoo!
In my mind, I'm in midair right now.
And I'm loving it.
It's the best experience
of my fucking life.
I don't need your permission. I fly solo.
Nobody clips my wings. Not you or anyone!
See this? I'm in the air like a bird.
Whoo! Whoo-hoo!
Whoo-hoo!
I love this!
Sara!
You're the most consistent,
most generous person.
But you have to stand up for yourself.
Stop trying to please
everyone around you all the time.
It's not
that you do everything right.
It's that you don't let yourself
do anything wrong.
Five days without taking a dump
is a symptom
of everything you're keeping inside.
I think
you've always been in love with Alma.
You always keep your distance
from all of us.
It's like you're never fully present.
You're stuck in your own shit
because social media's working for you,
but you're clinging to your shadow.
Before having a baby,
you need to learn to be okay
with who you really are.
I think
you've always been in love with Sara.
You don't sail through life
as easily as you seem to.
So much of that is just a show.
Your freedom is based on rules.
You put too many limits
on others and, in the end,
you're only limiting yourself.
You run away when things get deep.
I miss the old Carol. I miss you.
You still have time to feel better.
To be happier.
Your husband mistreats you.
I think you need some help.
Give therapy another shot.
Ladies!
Whoo!
Oh my God!
- Wow!
- That was so good.
Sometimes it's hard
to be your friend.
You don't accept our help.
You choose to live
in this closed-off, little bubble.
Open up a little bit.
I don't know how to reach you.
You run away. You hide behind jokes.
You drink way too much, girl.
Stop going through life numb.
So says the pothead.
This is about listening,
not retaliating.
And telling our truths.
- To each of us.
- And to say thank you.
Well, thank you.
Thank you.
Well, thanks.
Thanks, guys.
Thanks.
Okay. Cheers.
- Yeah, cheers.
- I'll drink to that.
Hello. How was paragliding?
I hope it was thrilling and liberating.
Hey, one thing.
Since this is your last night,
and it's the San Juan festival,
I wanted to invite you guys
to the restaurant.
Not for dinner with me, don't worry.
Just you guys.
It'd make me happy. Take care. Bye.
Hmm.
What's that?
Nothing. It's my phone.
I couldn't really sleep.
Already on Tinder?
Uh, yeah. So what?
- You have a boyfriend.
- Here we go. What boyfriend?
And if I had a boyfriend,
what's the problem?
You just matched with that guy.
- Are you meeting him?
- Uh...
You can't go and cheat on David.
Now David's like family.
All of us love that guy to death.
Really, Olga. Why do you need
to sleep with someone else?
Come on. What do you know
about what I need, Carol?
You're absolutely right.
We have no idea what you need.
Well, there you go.
But since we're doing
this truth-telling crap today...
Olga, honey. Tell us what you need.
What I need now is a bath
because I'm really hot.
Why do you need
to sleep with somebody else?
Because I like to fuck.
Ah. So you don't want to sleep with David?
That's it. Keep pressing.
I mean, I do wanna fuck David.
That doesn't mean
I don't want to fuck anyone else.
No, the question is, "Right now, honestly,
do you wanna fuck someone
other than David?"
Oof. Oh my God, you guys.
Leave me alone, okay?
- I mean...
- Getting a little scared, huh?
Not as much as you guys.
Well, well, well. She goes on the attack.
- Fuck. I mean, do I need to explain this?
- Mm-hmm.
Well, it's just that things have gotten
out of hand with David.
- That's it.
- Or maybe the opposite.
That guy is a real opportunity.
But what opportunity is that?
- Really, what?
- Olga.
I mean, yeah, this morning,
when I woke up next to him,
I got scared because...
because I looked at him,
and I didn't feel like running away.
And actually, I didn't feel like fucking.
- We didn't fuck.
- Mmm.
We were just lying there
in his bed, locking eyes.
Then we ate Leo's French toast.
Yeah.
Yeah, it was really cute, really nice.
But you know, it's not how I see it.
The aim of this trip
wasn't to find a boyfriend.
Not now or for my life, you know?
At least, I thought you did.
- Well, he's an awesome guy.
- Yeah.
Well, yeah, of course.
He's an amazing guy.
We laugh all the time. Everything's great.
But, you know,
I don't want to leave this place
with anything like a boyfriend.
It throws me off
and doesn't make me happy.
So, that's it.
I'm gonna redirect this,
have sex with another guy,
and put everything in its place.
Now, is that a shame?
Do I feel really bad about it? Of course.
It's just that none
of what I feel right now
will be important to me in a few days
or a few weeks or a few months, even.
It'll just be another story. That's it.
That's the way it is.
- How you doing?
- Take a guess.
- Bizarre.
- Really bizarre.
And you?
Like the afternoon. Overcast.
Really overcast.
You wanna talk?
Talk more?
- Mm, got it.
- You?
You know, I don't.
I wanna read.
The chat.
- Can I see it?
- No.
- I really need to.
- No, there's no way. No.
We're all about the truth today, no?
Well, I just need to see the truth.
Sara.
WANT TO GET A DRINK AFTER THE BONFIRES?
Oh, hey there, Mr. Thoughtful.
Thanks so much for the invitation.
Yes, we'll be there.
See you.
OKAY, SEE YOU THERE.
One of the most intense experiences
of my entire life
is the day your water broke.
When you first told me.
- Do you remember what you told me?
- Mm.
Not sure.
We said a lot of things that day.
God!
I'm being romantic,
and you're shitting all over it.
Ah, you mean the playlist?
You'd made me a playlist
because I was really scared about labor,
pain, and that it would go on forever.
The midwife told me,
"When you go into labor,
it's really important that you move around
because it will help your baby
get into position."
And when I told you that,
you made me this playlist
of nonstop dance music,
with all of our favorite hits
from when we were 13
and going to school dances.
And I wanted us to listen together
for you to try it out.
- It's for dancing.
- Wow, this is the strong stuff.
So that when you went into labor,
none of the songs would bother you.
But, of course...
- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah! Sí, señor ♪
- We were riding such a high.
- Such a high. Wow.
- Dancing to all these classics together.
- Okay. Okay.
- Is that it?
- What should I do? Call Mario?
- Tell me that's it.
- It's, mm...
- We have to take it slow.
Nearly there.
Shit, what is it?
When Mario came to pick you up.
- Wait, honey.
- What?
I forgot my phone.
One second. I think it's...
Okay. I'll take this to the car.
How else are you going to dilate?
- And as you were leaving, you said...
- Hey.
I started to cry.
You started to cry.
And you told me...
Everything would be
so much easier with you.
"Everything would be
so much easier with you."
That's not all you said.
Easier... and so much more fun too.
"And so much more fun too."
See, I remember.
So easy and so fun.
That's something I only feel with you.
What is this?
What does this all mean now?
What does this make me now?
What do you mean, make you?
Are you worried about being bisexual?
No.
What I'm worried about...
is being in love with you.
It's worrying and unsettling.
It's a turn-on. Big time.
Hey.
Now's not the time to decide
what we're feeling, you know?
Are you in love with me?
Don't ask me that question.
It's too late for that.
This whole day, all I've wanted to do
is lay here and kiss you.
To stay right here.
Like this.
You know that doesn't answer my question.
I can't help thinking
that I'm dragging you down.
I've been needing
a way I could escape.
Something to blow everything up.
And I'm dragging you
along with me, which isn't fair.
Do you regret it?
No, I don't regret it.
But I'm the one with the problem.
And in trying to solve it,
I've made one for you.
I don't plan on telling Rebe.
I don't care about the game.
But when I do talk to her,
which obviously I have to do,
I'm not gonna tell her.
And neither are you.
Don't you dare tell this to Mario.
And then what?
When we get back,
Mario will know it.
I'm really bad at pretending.
It'll be easy to justify being weird.
But hey.
You didn't answer my question.
And you?
You told me you were worried
about being in love.
Not that you're really in love.
I feel like no matter
which way you answer that question,
it could really hurt us.
But if you want, I'll answer.
Should we answer?
Fifty-eight and then some.
You could probably lose
three more.
I need to lose weight?
Hey, don't get defensive. I saw your face.
What face?
Nothing. Don't listen to me, okay?
You look great. Forget about it.
- But why did you say three kilos?
- Huh?
I don't know.
I just sort of came up with it.
- You think I'm fat.
- No.
No one's fat because of three or so kilos...
I'm just wondering
why that specific number?
Are you happy with your weight?
- Are you happy with my weight?
- If you are, then yeah, of course.
I was until you told me
that I could lose another three kilos.
Okay then. Just forget it.
Really. It's all good, 'kay?
I'm standing here naked,
and you won't touch me.
- Come here then, you little roly-poly!
- No, get off! Put me down!
Get off!
I WENT OUT FOR DINNER
WITH YOUR MOM AND THE GIRLS.
WE MISS YOU.
I'd rather you really did have
an affair with someone.
You'd be a better person.
Damn, guys. This is depressing, huh?
For sure, a little.
- It is our last night here.
- Maybe that's why we're being this way.
Uh-uh, no way.
We can't lose our steam now.
- No fuckin' way.
- Mm-hmm.
Cheer up. We still have bonfires
to jump over.
- How's it going? How's everything?
- Great.
- Good.
- Just look. Don't we seem pumped?
But it's not because of the food.
That's great.
- Really good. Mm, mm.
- Ah.
Well, I just wanted to say
I think you're incredible.
You've been incredible on this trip.
You're just a fun group.
And getting to know you guys
has been good for me.
So the least I could do
was invite you back here.
- Thank you.
- Wow, thank you so much.
- Thank you.
- You're all amazing.
Okay, I'll stop there.
- Later. Bye.
- Thanks.
- Bye.
- He's so cute.
I'm going to cry.
Kind of sounded like a goodbye.
- What did you say to the poor guy?
- Nothing.
That's the problem.
You haven't told him anything.
Okay, you guys. Fine.
If picking on me
will help the vibe, then go for it.
No, pick on me, you guys.
My stuff's juicier, judging by the chat.
- Did you read it?
- Guilty.
Mm-hmm.
Honestly, I don't know why I'm here.
Exactly, Carol.
I don't know why you're here either.
You should be off
renewing your wedding vows.
Especially after that dick pic.
Actually, you should use that dick pic
as an invitation for your vow renewals.
All right, you can pick on me as well.
The drunk fatty who doesn't have a life
outside of you guys.
- That French toast was nasty.
- What are you talking about, bitch?
You probably still had
the taste of jizz in your mouth.
- Oh, wow!
- You are so classy, girl.
If you want,
you guys can also pick on the influencer.
- Mm-hmm.
- Who always claims she's so authentic.
And whose life is a fucking lie.
Aww, and who tries so hard
not to be an influencer.
The harder she tries,
the bigger she gets. Poor thing.
- Yeah. You're a fucking poser.
- Or go ahead and pick on me.
Bring it. I can take it.
Um, It's impossible to pick on you, Sara.
- Why?
- Because even your mistakes are perfect.
To whom else would you even say that?
"Whom else"? Did I hear you right?
"Whom," yes. The objective pronoun.
- Oof.
- Uh-huh. Of course.
- Wow.
- Oh my God.
Sara, aren't you sick of being so correct?
Yes, I'm sick of being
a correct pussy all the time, all right?
We just so happen to have
a special envoy to Sara's pussy here.
Alma, could you confirm if Sara's pussy
is indeed sick of being correct?
Well, Sara's pussy is... mm...
completely over being correct,
in my opinion.
- Ooh!
- Look at this!
- Ah!
- Okay!
Uh, I'm sorry. What?
My God. What is happening here?
I need a heads-up. I'm not used to this.
- Let's do it!
- To Sara's pussy.
Uh, to Sara's pussy.
Long live your pussy, Sara.
Hey!
David!
- Come to the bonfire!
- Yeah. We're gonna jump over it.
You'll see.
- Here. Here.
- Right over there. Come on.
Can't get away from these papers, huh?
So, what do we have to write?
Are these things that we want to come
true or things that we want to change?
No. Write down the things you want
to come true, then burn them.
No. These are the things
you want to get rid of for yourself.
That's why you burn them.
Oh my God, you guys.
Make up your fucking minds.
We cannot get into this shit again.
Well, there are tons
of theories about this.
We burn the bad to welcome the good,
or you burn your wishes
to bring good luck.
I prefer to burn the bad.
But the important part
is to make an odd number of jumps.
Preferably seven.
On the seventh jump, you burn the paper.
And then, at midnight, people take a dip.
It's supposed to give you health
and good luck all year.
And to make all your wishes come true.
Thank you.
That's the guy from Tinder, right?
Come on!
How come you're always getting matched
with all the super hot and nice ones?
Kind of patronizing to bring over stuff
to burn when we didn't ask for it.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I will say
that our bonfire's kind of puny.
Plus, he just came and left it with us.
He didn't stick around and be annoying.
- Aren't we all Team David?
- No.
I think we're all Team Olga.
- She can do whatever she wants.
- Thank you.
Okay, don't go overboard!
Go, Team Olga.
Boom!
- First one's up!
- Come on!
- Now jump again!
- Go, go!
- Come on, Carol!
- Whoo!
- Two!
- Three!
- There I go!
- All right, Leo!
- Alma.
- Four!
Okay.
Careful, guys.
- Ooh! I have one more!
- Go!
Seven!
Yeah!
- Ready?
- Yeah.
You guys.
It's 11:45.
Fifteen more minutes...
...and the truth will turn into a pumpkin.
The truth is
this bloodbath could've gone a lot worse.
That's true.
- Um...
- Where are you going, crazy?
I have to do something.
What is it?
Something.
I'll be right back.
- But didn't we say we'd...
- Yeah.
But
my answer's yes.
To your question.
My answer is yes.
Um... I'll be right back too, okay?
Okay. Bye.
My head's exploding, like, "Oof."
So intense. Um...
I also should...
Do you mind if I...?
- No, yeah. Go for it.
- I also have to go too.
Go ahead. My truth and I are hanging out.
I'm in great company here.
- Okay. Cheers.
- See ya.
Are you done yet? Let's go! Hey!
Everybody, dive in!
Whoo! Let's go!
Come on!
It's gonna be midnight soon! Come on!