I can't go crazy because I'm alone.
If I'm alone, I go crazy.
A gas station.
-What can I get you? -Gas.
-The good or the bad stuff? -The good stuff.
-Tina! -Marga.
Marga, it's my first week. Now is not the time.
I've been looking for you. I can't sleep, but I'm still me.
-Pay inside and go. -No, please.
We have to talk. Please!
Please, come home! If I stay alone, I'll go crazy.
Please come home. Please, I beg you!
-Go to the café. -Please!
Go to the café, for God's sake. I get off in half an hour.
Thank you.
RAGE
Tina, my life is ridiculous. It has no purpose.
I try not to dwell on thoughts like that, because...
Have you ever thought about the purpose of art?
What?
What purpose do we artists serve?
Especially now, in these disturbing times.
I don't think I've ever thought about that.
Of course, you wouldn't.
We're so overloaded with images everywhere.
Advertising, social networks...
We move so fast.
No one has time to reflect the way a work of art deserves.
We haven't helped much, with all the conceptual clowns out there.
This is the end.
Marga, you took me away from my job to talk about art?
-Have you seen Roberto again? -No.
Since I've been alone, I haven't created anything.
I've even destroyed many pieces.
On a sleepless night, I came to the conclusion that,
with the way the world is, a true artist should do nothing.
-Do you understand me? -Of course not.
I've told you all this
because being so alone has made me face the truth.
A creator, a real one,
and I know that I am one, can't live without creating.
And I don't mean it feels bad.
I'm talking about surviving.
This may seem narcissistic or superficial to you,
but it affects your breathing.
Ordinary people think survival is more basic.
Finding housing, a job...
-You think about eating. -You're the one who won't stop eating.
-Come home, please. -No.
-I'll never serve anyone ever again. -I'm not asking you to.
The house has plenty of room, we could share it.
Your child would grow up protected and happy.
I can't be alone, Tina.
What if you change your mind one day, or get tired?
My daughter and I will always lose out.
What do you need so you'll believe me?
Commitment.
My daughter gets your surname, and legal rights to the future you offer.
We'd be two mothers.
Is that what you wanted from Roberto?
-See you later, Marga. -No! Please, relax.
Relax, sit down.
I understand you.
And I love the idea.
HOPES
-Will you stop being a pain in the ass? -Yes.
Yes.
Fuck that anxiety shit!
So, are you all dykes?
The thing is, plaid and florals just don't mix.
But plaid, a shaved head, being a dyke and Black, it's a lot.
Ángela, you must see that. Look at the girl behind you.
I'll be right back.
-How are you? -Better.
-Have you signed up for a course? -I'm going to, yes.
The love and bonding one is amazing.
The macramé and crochet one the other Rosa teaches is incredible.
Are you coming to my talk this afternoon?
I don't know if I can make it.
Emma, can you go out first, do an introduction,
then I'll come out? Is that okay?
Today, our colleague, the inmate Natividad Serrano,
is going to give a talk about fashion,
but she told me she won't be talking about outfits,
but about a philosophy of life.
Please welcome her.
Can you hold this for me, please? Thanks.
There are so few of you.
I'm going to show some slides, then we'll discuss them.
Here you see Grace Kelly in a nightgown and heels.
How many times have we heard that famous phrase,
"To really change, you have to change from the inside"?
I'm sorry, that makes my head spin.
How do you change from the inside?
But if you're able to find your own external style,
you'll project a more elevated image of yourself,
so you'll get a better response,
and the shared experience will be better too.
I understand you. I mean, I can't say to you,
"If you had style, you wouldn't be here."
The proof is in the pudding. But I tell you, ladies,
if we had the will to have style, we'd get away from the chaos.
We get away from suffering.
Ladies, if every time you hear the word "fashion,"
the word "elegance" or the word "style,"
you think that doesn't mean you,
do you know who your siding with?
You're siding with the one who humiliated you,
who excluded you,
who condemned you,
who mistreated you,
and who put you in here.
So I'll ask one last favor of you.
Let's think of ourselves as one of them.
I'll do it with you.
If some of you have the courage to change your style
with my advice, please raise your hand.
She's incredible.
Ladies,
thank you so much.
I'll be here for whatever is needed. Many thanks and goodbye.
Cain.
Cain!
What are you doing here?
You told me last night that I could stay. We're friends and...
-I don't know. -No, we're not friends.
Scoot over.
You're a very annoying customer.
Plus you owe me money.
Get going. I'm not happy right now.
Okay. Can I take a shower?
No.
Okay.
Do you have any left? To wake me up a bit.
Of course.
But I'm not giving it to you.
You don't have the money to continue with this.
Nor the age.
Recover and be old, it's not so tragic.
Go on.
It's for your own good.
I can also hit you if you want.
It all ends up being disappointing.
-Yes. -Well...
Let me. I'll do it, okay?
Do I know you from somewhere?
No. I haven't been in Madrid long, and I don't do social media.
It's not you.
I just don't like the way they do my make-up on TV.
I prefer to do it.
Hi. Would you come to get mic'd up, please?
-Okay, thanks. -Thank you.
I think you're great.
-See you later. -Goodbye.
See you later. I liked you too.
You've got it, you know it, you multiply it.
You've got it, you...
-Roberto? -It's been ages!
-How are you? -Good. How are you?
-No, they just did my make-up, sorry. -Right. Sorry.
-How are you? -I'm fine.
They called me with some job offer.
-You always have to check out offers. -Of course.
-Yes. -Excuse me.
-We have to go to the set. -Of course.
-It's so nice to see you. -Same here.
-Well... -Hang on.
Could you give Marga my regards, please?
Of course.
Thank you.
Like I said, it's tricky without an appointment.
He's in a meeting and can't see you.
-I'm sorry. -It's fine.
-Make an appointment. -I did.
-How are you? -Great.
No, thank you.
-Help me. -Okay.
-Hello, Vera. A pleasure. -Hello, Mariví.
-How are you? -Great.
-Listen, the Emilio Durán Foundation? -Yes.
-But you weren't friends, were you? -No.
It's just that all the anger that Emilio gave off
was the expression of his suffering.
He was a victim of the food poisoning that we suffer today in the West.
Javi, I can't hear you in the earpiece!
-I'll see you shortly, okay? -Okay, thanks.
SILENCE
TEAM 1 - TEAM 2
Good afternoon and welcome to another Five with Mariví.
In today's show, two great teams you're going to love.
We start with the great actress Victoria Leal.
Many young viewers won't recognize her, but ask at home.
She was a dream and an obsession for many Spaniards.
Here we go...
Tell us, Victoria, what have you done lately?
Absolutely nothing.
I'm here because I busted my agent's head
at a live gala, and it got me back in the media.
I'm here because you pay 1500 euros, and since I've gone viral...
Terrific. Let's go to the second team.
We have the great international vegan chef, Vera Lasso.
-Vera, welcome. -Thank you so much, Mariví.
It's a pleasure to be here with you.
And tell us, you've set up a foundation, correct?
Yes, it's a foundation that works to raise awareness
for holistic healing through food,
empathy with the environment and all other living things.
Awesome. Well,
we'll send a kiss up to heaven, the Emilio Durán Foundation.
He was a food critic who passed away recently, no?
Sadly he passed away, yes.
Emilio was a great man.
Due to his passing, we've created this foundation
that is currently leading in more than 14 countries.
-What are you doing? -Sorry.
I was trying it out. As I suggested the flower thing to you...
Okay, that's fine.
But I'll finish it, okay? Here.
Before, I tried to reflect
and protest.
And now, look at me.
Pop art flowers.
Protesting is for people who are rich and content.
Working people, those who truly suffer,
prefer colors, joy and entertainment.
We sell a lot more now.
And you sleep much better.
Yes.
I do sleep well.
Yes, I think so.
EMERGENCY ROOM
Come on!
It hurts!
Please, I want to find my mother. My mother...
Prithivimata, Mother Earth.
We're working to heal our shattered relationship with her,
seeking her forgiveness. Shanti Prithivimata.
-Hello. -Hello.
-How are you? -Good.
-I wanted a word with you alone. -Whatever you need, my love.
Our congregation undertakes this healing endeavor
with the generosity of our brothers and sisters,
who contribute what they can.
Savings, property...
That's why I'm doing all the work I can,
to thank you for your support.
I know.
When the teacher took my advice and accepted you into the group,
you told us your situation. You were alone, on the street
and trapped in alcohol, my love.
But we found out you have a mother
in an exclusive old people's home.
OPERATING ROOMS
Marga!
-You can't be here. -Come on, let's go. Out.
-Come on, out. -No, listen.
Good morning, what's wrong?
-What's wrong? -You can't be here.
This is my house.
-Sure... -It is!
Sure. Come on.
Let go of me!
Marga!
Let go of me!
-Is that Roberto? -Stop.
He tried to sneak into your house, ma'am.
Let him go. I know him.
I remember our conversations well.
-Do you like it? -It's very good.
I cook a lot now.
When we talked about this time of chaos in the system
for people like us, it was inspiring.
It's just like cheese, but it's not cheese.
And we laughed at our hippy parents who wanted to change the world.
But in the end, well,
we were just as naive.
Eat what you want, but don't tell me it's all going to shit.
It's not. Tina and I have hope.
Don't do that.
Don't even think about doing that, please.
Please, Marga. I'm not doing anything.
-You are. -I'm not doing anything.
Let me stay in the house, please.
I can help with whatever, I can...
It's not just my decision.
I live with Tina now....
I don't know, I have to ask her.
And there's the baby...
He's mine.
Tina, are you there?
He can stay.
Are you sure?
But you sleep in the guest room.
He'd have to sleep with me. I don't know, it's...
That's not...
He can have the room I slept in when I worked for you.
In the basement.
There are more boxes with all your clothes in the garage.
Marga...
If you try to change things, you'll be leaving again.
Roberto, what are you doing? Please...
Forgive me. I woke you up.
I was making breakfast for you two.
Thanks, but I need to continue sleeping.
You can sleep all day.
-How's the boy? -Girl.
Great. Terrific. She didn't wake up all night.
Like her father.
You men think your secretions are so important.
Well, it's genetics.
Your snot also contains DNA.
What's all this?
You'll ruin your expensive clothes if you work.
And you have no money now.
Two years, Rosa, and we've got parole already.
Can you believe it went quickly for me?
Anyway, good luck.
Excuse me?
Rose?
Rosa.
Rosa!
I'm not judging you, but admit that you didn't fit in.
I told you, any experience is an opportunity.
You didn't fit in. That's fine, but you didn't.
So what will you do now? We carry our worst prison inside.
Look, Nat, you're my prison.
Being locked up here with you for two years was my punishment.
But now we're out.
Don't come looking for me. Don't call me. All right?
Rosa, when you came to work at Gallery... When was it, 30 years ago?
I thought, "How about this woman?
An Olympic volleyball gold medalist,
with the effort that entails,
agrees to be floor manager of the Sports section."
For me it was...
I've always wanted you close because I admired you so much.
And because I always trusted you. And I know you trusted me, Rosa.
Because I have fashion, but you have me.
It wasn't gold, it was bronze.
That's what brings you down. Your Indian shaman spirit.
Embellish things a little. Who cares?
What good is a blazer without a good shoulder pad,
interfacing or a lining?
I can't stand you.
-Cabbages in the third row. -Adela.
There's so much work, my love.
My love, I've come to congratulate you
because we've been informed that your mother, Pilar,
passed away this morning in her bed at the home.
The teacher has granted you permission to attend her funeral
and to ask Mother Earth to receive her.
Thank you.
You seem well, Marga. I'm so glad.
Believe it or not.
When you change, you always lose something.
Although it's for the better,
you're always left with a feeling of emptiness.
But your pieces...
Excuse me.
You always asked me for my opinion on your work,
-and I got carried away -Let's hear it.
You sell a lot, don't you? That much is clear.
What you do together doesn't raise issues or offend.
I don't know if it's useful or necessary,
but it's certainly catchy.
-Catchy? -Yes.
If you ever want to go back to the way things were,
to being what you were, you'll have my help.
We can stop her.
-What do you mean? -Tina.
She's talentless. Even worse, she overshadows you, and you know it.
The baby is legally yours too.
And the house and money are yours. And she has my genes.
You think you can flatter my ego and confuse me?
You're perverse.
Worse.
You're a clumsy midget.
What are you doing?
If you ever talk to me like that again, I'll kick you out for good.
Marga.
What is it?
Is everything all right?
Yes, fine. Why?
How does Roberto seem to you?
Fine. The usual.
-Why? -No reason.
The other day at my grandmother's funeral,
my mother told me about her healing group.
They work in the hills for Mother Earth's forgiveness.
They meditate and perform rituals in Sanskrit.
I'm sorry.
She asked me if we could create a group
to explain it to us and teach us how to connect.
I don't want to lose her again. I don't know if this makes sense to you.
I can help you if you like, make a few calls.
I know people who could fit into the meditation thing.
Ourselves, right?
Sorry, I came a little early.
I wanted to get here before the others
-to put these flowers on the grave. -We set another time for you.
We're preparing the space, if you don't mind.
Sure, I'm sorry.
Hello.
Hello! How are you?
I heard in the neighborhood you had it rough.
I'm fine. This is Rosa, Sports. She's feeling a bit down.
I came because she insisted...
-How are you, girls? -How are you?
Thank you so much for coming.
-There? -Yes, straight ahead.
I'm going to explain the ritual of forgiveness of Mother Earth.
You'll see the teacher and I put our hands in the earth,
then spread it over our faces,
then I'll ask you to do the same.
I want a new revolution, to create again.
Do what you have to do.
Give me time and lawyers, and I'll put her in her place.
Get it done for me, but do it.
Marga!
Come on, they're all waiting outside.
Yes, of course.
I was humoring him.
"Get it done for me, but do it." Please.
Get used to it.
Having power means always being vigilant.
You don't scare me, Marga.
And I understand you want to have it back again.
But for now, you can't do it without me.
Perhaps. But neither can you.
It's a beautiful afternoon.
Subtitles: Rodrigo Vaz plint.com