A little pause.
.. and we are back.
Carlos, come on.
Tell me.
No one is going to judge you here, Carlos.
Because she was my wife.
And what are you going to do, Carlos?
I don't know.
That's why I'm calling, to see if someone has lived something similar.
I was in love with her.
But I don't know if I can handle it.
If someone has lived a similar situation, and
can help Carlos, please call 908-34-53 -45.
Well, we are waiting for the mysterious listener to
call us again, who has left us with the dawn in vain.
Call whenever you want.
Your story ends.
We are waiting for you here.
We listen to you every night.
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Error 97.
And with its new song, Ni puto caso.
I don't approach you.
I feel like I can't say more words than I try to.
You moved away from me.
I feel like you don't know about my existence.
And it's hard to be like this when no one wants you.
Notes that don't stand out and that no one...
Hey, I'm talking to you.
Hey,
do you want We are going to a party.
Hey, why are you taking that camera?
To take pictures?
I'm not big enough for you, are I?
Look, look, look... Wait, wait, wait.
..
Listen, listen, listen.
..
We are going to a party.
There is going to be a party.
Is there a fire?
I was going to tell you that you live around here, in the neighborhood.
We could go and have a drink at your house or something like that, right?
You could have answered me.
I don't think they make you proposals like these every day.
You're not my type.
Oh, I'm not your type?
Look, at least we know that you know how to talk, that you're so pretty.
But don't worry, I don't care about the type.
For what I want to do, that's not necessary.
Come on, let's go.
Come on.
Like this, huh?
In the end, this is what you wanted, right?
You're getting more and more cocky.
I'm going to make you a baby suit.
Come
on.
Come on.
Look at that.
Oh, boy.
And this?
Damn, it's going to work, man.
You're a surprise box.
What's going on?
What have you paid?
Look, I think we're going to leave our date for
another day and I'm going to keep the money.
Thank you so much.
Damn, what a night I'm going to have.
Come on.
Well, hey!
Have a good time picking up shit.
Pretty.
I can't go on.
Wait!
Wait a second!
I'm peeing!
You!
Bastards!
Wait a second!
I'm going to give it to her.
I'm going to go out and...
...finish this, please.
What's up, Adelita?
Fuck, Adela!
I'm going to have a heart attack!
Shut up, kid.
Don't make me do that.
Look at that.
What's that?
Take that fucking music off!
How are you?
Are you drunk or what?
No fucking way!
I'm going to be here for five minutes and I don't
want to listen to that fucking shit all the time!
Wait a second.
What's up, Churri?
Hey, are you ok?
Yes, yes, yes.
What's wrong, is he going to your class or what?
Fuck, it's been a while since he's gotten his ass kicked.
Well, he knows we have silly nights and lunatics all the time!
Yeah, but this is going to be a lot of fun.
Adelita and her genius.
Don't touch my balls, Lili, it's not my fault.
Adelita doesn't have a good night.
She always goes with her dirty, ugly and muuu...
You can leave the harmonica or I'll put it in your ass.
At least you learn to play it first, you fucking cunt!
Lili, honey, please, prepare a full kebab for me.
A three-storey one.
Come on.
And shoot some shots.
Let's go.
Bro...
What?
I'm surprised you never got caught, man.
Caught on what?
What do you mean, on what?
On your ass, you fucking cunt.
What the fuck are you doing?
Look, Lili, it's been a long time.
I mean, I have a lot more than I've ever had.
And you never get caught.
Here you go.
Here you go, Adelita.
A full three-storey kebab.
Some canutitos and some marujas, roulas and farlopas.
Come on, Lili.
Come on, please.
Come on.
Let's go for those shots.
What?
Are you up for it or what?
You don't know.
That one and that one.
Your shots.
Yeah.
Oh, God.
Now, all right.
I'll give you the best one, man.
But you're gonna try.
Let's do this one.
Watch me.
Oh, shit.
What?
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
Take your shots.
Nah, no.
No, no.
I got to go.
Take your shots.
No, no, no.
You'll have to see how good Nano is, buddy.
Lili.
Hey, hey, hey, what's going on, what's going on?
Have we paid or what?
We are here.
I have half of my Nano.
Let's see.
What are you bringing me this week?
Let's see.
Well... Be careful.
Is it loaded?
Yes, it is.
You idiot.
It was the last one I had left.
Damn it.
The truth is that you bring me a lot of money, Sofía.
But sometimes the shit you find is really cool.
What do you want for this?
You can negotiate that with my partner.
You'll see.
At this point, he must be drunk already.
And when he gets a little scared, tell my buddy to call me.
We still have a lot of work to do tomorrow.
But... Aren't you leaving?
Aren't you staying a little longer?
No.
I've finished my shift.
I still need to pick up some other shit.
Well, I'll come with you and I'll close it.
Don't close it, please.
... Euro россий arnessa.
Maleducada?
I'm gonna fuck you.
xD
quando como or A little pause.
.. and we are back.
A little pause...
and we are back.
A little pause... and we are back.
A little pause...
and we are back.
A little pause... and we are back.
Thank you for your words, Josefina.
Really, having listeners like you is what encourages
us to continue doing this program day by day.
Thank you very much.
And I hope everything gets better.
I'm sure it will.
Yes, hello.
I called earlier.
Yes, that one.
Thank you.
If someone has lived a similar situation and
can give some advice to Josefina, 9-08-34-53-45.
Yes, we are told that the unknown listener is online.
She has left us very intrigued and a little worried.
Good evening, dear listener.
Yes, good evening.
Yes, hello.
Yes, good evening.
I'm glad you called again.
Really, you've hung up very abruptly before.
Yes, I'm working.
Of course, of course.
Don't worry.
Are you going to tell us your name?
No.
Okay.
If you like, I'll call you Maria.
I don't know, just calling you in a certain way.
I don't like it, Maria.
Okay, well, what would you like me to call you?
Ariel.
Ariel?
Yes, Ariel.
Ariel.
Like the little mermaid's character?
Yes, that's right.
You call me like the Little Mermaid.
Very good.
Then I'll call you Ariel.
Let's see, Ariel.
Can you turn down your radio a little bit?
It makes interference and we don't get all the sound we'd like.
Let's see, Ariel.
Let's explain everything.
Can you tell the listeners what you were telling us before, if you don't mind?
Ariel, earlier you told us that your intention today was to hurt someone.
Do you still have that idea?
Yes, of course, don't doubt it.
And from here, can I do something so that doesn't happen?
No.
Well, Ariel, earlier you told me that you were a big
fan of the show, that you admired me, I don't know.
Maybe I could convince you in some way.
I like your show because listening to the stories that
your listeners tell me makes me feel less miserable.
It comforts me to know that there are people
who are more disgusted and miserable than me.
And I admire you precisely for that, Gemma.
Because you don't judge.
Everyone calls you, tells you all their shit, and you
try to listen to them and help them without prejudice.
Yeah, as I told you before, even if it could be a
fantasy, I don't know why I believe every word you say.
And you are telling me that you are going to hurt someone a lot.
You have to understand that that leaves me in a very complicated situation.
No, no, Gemma.
It's not you who is going to be in a complicated situation tonight.
Ariel, one moment.
Can you tell me a little more about what you want to do?
I don't know, I guess you call the show for something, right?
I insist, you say you help people.
How can I help you?
No, Gemma.
You can't help me anymore.
I have a rotten soul.
It's been like this for many years.
What you might be able to do is to regulate the level of filthiness I use tonight.
Maybe you can do something there, but the truth is that I don't know.
It's complicated.
As I told you, I only call you to vent my anger because I love your show.
Okay, okay.
And those people, or people you want to hurt, are they known to you?
Unknown or completely unknown.
But, Ariel, please... Hey, Gemma, I'll call you back in a minute, okay?
Ariel?
Calm down, Gemma.
I don't feel like talking to her anymore.
We'll continue with the show and... Shh!
What the fuck was that?
Ugh!
Stop, stop, don't do it.
Girl, you are walking like every morning.
At the rhythm of your heels, the traffic lights stop.
A little pause.
..
A little pause... and we are back.
Are you a taxi driver?
Yes.
Taxi driver.
Well, very interesting.
There are few of us.
Yes, there are very few of us.
But we are all very united among ourselves,
especially those of us who take turns at night.
Very good, Ariel.
And regarding what we were talking about before...
Hey, look, Gemma, one thing.
I have finished my shift, I am going home.
I want to take a hot bath, rest a little and think.
Do you want to think about what we have been talking about before, Ariel?
Yes, of course, Gemma.
That's what it's about.
I don't give a damn about your fucking deaths!
Ariel!
No, no, no, shit!
I almost hit a moron and he's on a bike!
Are you okay?
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Very good.
Can you tell me at what point is that kind of plan you have to hurt someone?
But Gemma, calling it a kind of plan is to make it a little less, don't you think?
This is a plan in its own right.
I've been thinking about this for a long time.
Yes, Ariel, but I would like to understand...
What is your plan?
Why do you want to hurt someone?
Well, look, I could tell you that it's because
I'm sick, but it's personal satisfaction.
I would even say that it's divine justice.
But are you sick?
Yes, yes, yes, from the head.
Well, I was.
Now they say I'm fine.
Who says you're fine?
The doctors.
I see.
Hey, Gemma, wait a second, okay?
I'm with you now.
Ariel?
Are you there, Ariel?
Well, it seems that Ariel has cut off... wait a minute,
no, they tell me that it has not been cut off... Ariel?
Well, let's wait a few seconds to see what happens.
They tell me that the call has not been cut off, but we don't hear Ariel.
Ariel, we don't hear you.
If you want, hang up, we'll call you back.
Ariel?
The truth is that this situation is being very anomalous.
I don't know, I ask the listeners to be a little patient.
Ariel?
Ariel, tell me if you're okay, Ariel.
Ariel?
Hello?
Is there someone?
I don't know, it's just that it's all a little disconcerting.
Let's see, dear listeners, let's see if we can find out
what's going on and we'll try to solve it in a few seconds.
We'll be back with all of you.
Here we continue in Hablar por Hablar.
For all of you who want to tell us tonight.
You can tell us what's going on.
Ariel?
Gemma?
Yes?
Are you still there?
I'm still here, but I thought you had cut it off.
No, no, no, wait here, wait here.
Okay, so you were telling me that you had been sick.
Yes, a while ago.
Depression, trauma, drugs and all that shit.
And now you're 100, you don't have depression, you don't take drugs...
Neither one thing, nor the other.
I'm very happy, Ariel.
Oh, thank you very much, Gemma.
I can imagine.
It's been a very hard road, but with constancy
and the help of God, anything is possible.
Are you a believer?
Yes, yes, yes.
My parents were very Catholic and they instilled it in me from a very young age.
And yet you still have the idea of terribly harming someone.
Well, I haven't used that term, but I don't dislike it, yes.
I'm going to hell.
To terribly harm someone.
I like the way it sounds.
You said before that I might be able to change your mind.
How can I do that?
No, no, no, Gemma.
I said that you might be able to lower the level of whinyness I use tonight,
which is different.
And I couldn't do anything to prevent you from doing what you're going to do?
Do you really want to get into this garden, Gemma?
We're live, right?
That's right.
But it's my obligation.
Ariel.
Very well.
As you wish, Gemma.
I'll leave it in your hands.
Like I said, I'm going home.
I'm going to rest for a while.
And in less than an hour I'll call you back.
You'll have to give me an answer.
An answer?
To what?
To my proposal.
To your proposal?
But what is it?
You have to leave the radio on forever.
Tell me in front of your entire audience.
That way you'll get me to keep up with my plans.
It's that simple.
You have it in your hands.
But Ariel, you can't ask me for that.
Yes, yes, yes.
I'm asking you for it.
Yes, yes.
But Ariel...
And also, the day you decide to go back to the radio,
if you do, you'll be responsible for all my actions.
This is the non-negotiable proposal.
I'll call you back in a while and I want an answer live.
Ariel?
Hello?
Think, Gemma.
Think.
Wait, sir.
Is there anyone there?
Ariel?
Are you there, Ariel?
A little pause... and we are back.
A little pause.
..
and we are back.
A little pause...
and we are back.
A little pause...
and we are back.
A little pause.
..
and we are back.
A little pause... and we are back.
The cuckoo cubs fight, and the strongest one throws the other one out of the nest.
In that way, there will only be one chick left to feed.
The parents feed the chick until it grows to more than twice its size.
Finally.
Yes?
Yes, go up.
Hello?
Here, in the living room.
I'm Rafael.
Hello, Rafael.
You're punctual, Rafael.
In the agency, they're very strict with punctuality.
I don't know.
Why don't you take off your coat?
You can leave it there.
A glass?
Yes, I thank you.
Wine?
Great.
Thank you.
What's your name?
Adela.
For you, Adelito, if you want.
Are they yours?
Take them.
What?
Take the pants.
Look at it carefully.
What?
Is it mine or not?
Yes.
It's yours.
Are you a bartender?
Yes, sir.
For years.
Well, bartenders do pay you well, don't they?
No, no, no.
This is...
an inheritance.
From my great-grandma.
I was her right eye.
What an inheritance.
I know.
It's my refuge.
Do you like it?
No, thank you.
I'll take it.
More for me.
Well, Rafael.
Tell me something about yourself.
Sure.
What do you want to know?
Where are you from?
Pinto.
Where were you born?
At Getafe Hospital.
We don't have a hospital in Pinto yet.
I'm sorry.
I thought you were going to tell me that you're from South America or something.
Don't worry.
It happens to me a lot.
My parents were from Havana, but I was born in Spain.
Oh, well.
You're going to be a great aunt, aren't you?
It's all right, woman.
Do you only do this?
At the moment, yes.
Although I'm studying philosophy, to be honest.
You're all in third grade.
Damn.
Black, handsome and a philosopher.
You have it all in your heart.
Do I make a musical request?
Some classical music?
Well, look.
If you don't mind, let's do something else.
I've had a kind of trauma since I was a child with classical music.
Saturation, I suppose.
Well, then, whatever you put on will be fine.
And... do you like what you do?
I love it.
And I'm very good at it.
I don't know why, but I believe you.
You don't tell me anything about you, do you?
You know what you do.
Tell me something else.
What else do you want to know?
I've had a very, very hard life.
Very boring, without any big surprises, sometimes.
Can I?
I don't know.
Tell me what you want.
The truth is that I'm a woman of weapons.
I see.
I can see that.
I like sex, drugs, the bike in general.
And since then, I've been crazy about colored boys.
You can say black.
It doesn't matter.
I love black people.
I can imagine.
Although, if I'm honest with you, my likes have given me more than a dislike.
Oh, really?
Why?
When I was a teenager, I had a mulatto boyfriend
who brought me more dislikes than joys.
My parents are very strict with that.
With that, with what?
Basically, with having a boyfriend who wasn't white.
They are racists.
Yes.
Well, but I think you didn't know.
They were rather classists.
They were?
Have they died?
Yes.
They died a little after kicking me out of the
house because I didn't want to leave him with Adil.
Adil, your mulatto boyfriend.
My mulatto boyfriend.
Hey, you know what?
Stop talking shit.
You don't have a boyfriend because they don't take your clothes off.
Wait a minute.
Rafael, the first thing is the first.
Look, I'm going to tell you a little bit, okay?
I have some special tastes in the sexual subject.
I have my fantasies.
What do you mean?
I love to dominate.
I take the reins.
But I also need you to trust me.
What do you mean?
What do you want?
I would like to put on an antifaz.
That everything we do, you do it in the dark.
You know, I have a little special body and I would prefer
you to feel what we are doing without looking at me.
This had never been asked of me.
I already told you that I was a woman of arms to take.
I will pay you twice of your fees if you accept.
You just have to do that.
Put on the antifaz, let yourself be guided and listen to me.
I am, but I can't see it.
Perfect.
It seems good to you.
Don't worry, Rafael.
I will take you to another room.
Don't worry.
I will guide you.
Okay.
I see.
Now I will get on my feet and you will fuck me.
Look at me.
You can't see me.
Don't you dare look in my eyes.
Look at me.
Shut up.
Look at me.
I love you.
Look at me.
I love you.
Don't worry, Rafael.
We are almost there.
Let's go.
Adela.
Yes.
I am here.
You have fulfilled the expectations for a long time.
I think it has been a great show.
You can get dressed.
Another glass?
No, thanks.
Now I have another client.
You know, punctuality.
Well, great.
Almost better.
I also have things to do, but I don't have the courtesy.
Adela, it has been a real pleasure.
I can't tell you anything else.
Thanks for your service, Rafael.
You don't know how much I have enjoyed it.
Oh, Adelita, Adelita.
Come on, Palamero.
You don't mind if I don't accompany you to the door, do you?
Goodbye, Adela.
It has been a pleasure.
I love this song!
2 3 0 2 1 0 2 3 5 2 We are going to Berlin, I don't
want reproaches, road and spin, all night long.
Friends
and strangers, we agreed in the bathrooms, you always liked long, bitter,
low, bitter, low.
Neither brave nor unconscious, is the mark on our forehead.
Lovers in the precipice, don't come to me with disdain.
Don't come to me with disdain.
Hello?
Can you take me to Gemma, please?
I am Ariel.
Thank you.
Did you think about my proposal?
I want a woman!
I didn't tell you, seriously!
I don't want you to stop your fucking show!
It was like the first Black Mirror episode, the pig one, have you seen it?
No, I haven't seen it, Ariel, I haven't seen
it and I don't understand why you do all this.
The truth is that it's not funny at all.
I said I have to be funny?
Has it given you that feeling during our conversations?
Because this is very far from being fucking funny.
No, I didn't mean to say that.
Well, if you didn't mean to say it, then don't say it, fuck!
So, the fact that you were going to hurt Ariel...
No, that's true.
In fact, you get me in the middle of all the mess.
Wow, I trusted that the situation could have been changed.
Absolutely.
But... Look, Gemma, we'll talk about that later.
Now I'm interested to know what you've felt during this last hour.
Have you felt a kind of anguish?
Have you felt that I was being unfair to you?
Something like...
What the fuck is this girl doing?
Well,
imagine having that feeling all the time.
Day and night.
To go crazy, right?
I knew you were going to leave me on the radio for a traumatized slut like me.
That's for sure.
You can't give in to the blackmail of the crazy.
But I'm sure for a moment you've thought...
What will my listeners think if something serious happens?
And if it's true, what will they say?
The uncomfortable and pregnant, what will they say?
I'm going to tell you a little secret, Gemma.
I'm a victim, among other things, of that... What will they say?
Are you a believer, Gemma?
Ariel, I am.
And... a practitioner?
Well, then, what do you think about the Confession?
I'm not telling you what the Confession is.
I already know that by heart.
My parents have taught me that since I was very little.
I'm asking you what you think about the Confession.
Ariel, I think it's a sacrament of...
Oh, yes, yes.
It's the fucking one, right, Gemma?
It's the fucking one.
Let's see if I find out.
With this sacrament, believers receive the forgiveness of God for their sins.
It's like that, right?
It's the bomb, it's the fucking one of all the sacraments.
What I want to say is that...
Let's see...
For a Christian, this sacrament is unbeatable.
Because you're doing evil all week, right?
Or whenever.
And then you arrive on Sunday, you confess, and bam!
All forgiven.
Fuck, bravo, bravo, bravo!
No, no, that's not what it is, Ariel.
You confess, and then you must perform the penance.
Ah...
Well, that's what all this is about, Gemma.
The penance.
What do you mean?
Well, that two Our Fathers or two Hail Marys are not enough punishment or penance
for the people who have ruined my life and who I
consider to be directly responsible for who I am.
I don't like who I am.
And what are you, according to you?
What am I?
Good question, Gemma.
Well, look, there's an expression I heard when I was young.
I was at mass with my parents.
I heard a priest who was talking about someone who was
lost and who had done a lot of harm to the community.
And he described it in the worst possible way you can describe a human being.
And that's exactly how I see myself.
And how do you define that person?
As a human ruin.
That's what I am, Gemma.
A fucking human ruin.
I'm going to see a more cruel and realistic way of describing the twilight
without the possibility of the rebirth of the human being.
Oh, as you can see, when I want I can have a language that's less soez.
I suppose those are the reminiscences of my old school education.
Ariel, you were talking to me about the people you say have ruined your life.
Of course, Gemma, this is what it's all about.
Have I ever told you that I'm adopted?
No, you hadn't told me that.
Well, yes, I am.
And in this case, my parents were very honest with me.
Yes, yes.
They asked me very young.
I would be about 12 years old.
That's fine.
Not everyone does that.
Yes, yes, yes.
But there is a little nuance that they forgot to tell me.
There is a certain difference between adopted and stolen.
Don't you think?
You mean you're a stolen girl?
Well, Gemma, thank you very much for listening to me.
I've loved talking to you tonight.
But now I'm very tired.
I need to rest.
And it's penitentiary time.
Ariel, there's someone there with you.
You wanted a ride, Gemma?
Well, here you are.
Ariel, tell me, are you with someone?
Are you alone?
Ariel?
wd You wanted a ride, didn't you?
Leave it alone.
Now you should sit down over there, please.
Excuse me.
Let's go, let's go.
I don't want you to say a word.
Ientuency!
I don't want to hear a fucking word.
Listen.
Listen nail to the head.
I know it's going to be hard for you to believe what I'm going to tell you,
but there's something we have in common, the great actresses of Hollywood who have
won an Oscar, at least in their beginnings.
All of them told me that when they were little, they would recreate, dream in
their head, the day when they would receive such a precious prize.
Well, the same thing happened to me with this moment.
I repeated over and over again what I would say, what I would do when I met you again.
Curiously, whenever I recreated it, classical music sounded in my head.
Twenty years.
Twenty years have passed since I was able to return to this house.
Sadly, I've had to leave.
I had to introduce myself without invitation.
I'm sure you didn't even know that after two weeks of throwing myself out on the
street, they ripped my guts off like a cap to steal from me.
It was a miracle, but...
That happened a long time ago.
Now, here's where we're going.
Since I found out I was a stolen girl.
I've had the same question in my head over and over again.
How is it possible that you stole from me, and then you rejected me for what they say?
How is it possible that some people who wanted to be Catholic, Apostolic parents
at all costs, and who even broke one of their most sacred commandments,
you won't steal, won't leave their last fucking drop of their blood to do their
duty as parents?
I really don't understand.
It's hard for me to understand.
Are you aware of the commitment you made to separate
me from my real parents to be your daughter?
I don't know what we feel.
Shut your fucking mouth!
I don't know what we feel.
Shut up!
The corner of penitence.
That's what you called it, don't you remember?
Because I do.
The one of the times I've been here, on my knees, looking at the crucifix,
asking for forgiveness for the...
very serious sins that a girl of my age could have committed.
Forgive me, Jesus, because I have sinned.
Forgive me, Jesus, because I have stolen.
The one of the times I had to repeat that when... I stole a small case.
Do you remember?
It's ironic, isn't it?
A girl being robbed of penitence for stealing a fucking case.
It's the epitome of hypocrisy.
Of course.
It's also ironic... that you kicked me out of the house...
because I had a single boyfriend.
And that you subsidized me with the fucking piece...
that just gave me a piece of black... of two meters.
Mother of God.
I've killed this guy.
And I haven't felt a thing.
What?
What does that make me?
You'll ask yourself...
why I'm telling you all this, boy.
Well, look, basically because I feel like it.
And above all...
because I know you're not going to tell me.
That you're not going to tell anyone.
The one who will say how your fucking lives are conditioned.
Hey, but for one day...
I'm also going to feel good... for the one who will say no.
Kneeling on the corner of the penitentiary.
That you kneel on the fucking corner of the penitentiary.
I'm not saying it again.
Let's go, bitches.
Let's go.
Look... at your Christ.
Huh?
I blame you...
for all my miseries.
I blame you...
for stealing from me...
and not giving me the opportunity to have another life.
I blame you...
for turning me into a crazy, crazy, disgusting and bitter bitch.
I blame you... for killing that guy.
But above all... I blame you... for turning me into a human ruin.
Your penitence...
will be different.
This time...
you won't have to pray a...
Our Father... or a...
Hail Mary...
which I suppose is what...
you prayed... when...
you stole from me... or when...
you threw me out on the street.
This time...
you will have a different penitence because...
your God will have forgiven you.
But this time...
your penitence is much more complex because...
it will be your mere existence.
No matter how much... you hate me...
I will always be your daughter.
And I hope... everything you have seen... on this glorious night...
Every...
whisper...
Every word... Every image...
Every breath...
will be in your... troubled minds...
for the rest of your miserable lives.
Ah...
Faith does not make things easy.
It makes them possible.
Luke 1, verse 37.
What have I done?