[car humming softly]
I can't lose my mind. I'm all I got.
[sighs]
If I'm all I got, I'll lose my mind.
[sighs] Oh, a gas station.
[tires screech softly]
[engine turns off]
-What can I get for you? -Gas.
[yawns] The good or the bad stuff?
The good one. The good one.
[man on PA] Top off your tank and your mood.
-the next track's a classic. -[gas cap opens]
-[gas pump clicking] -[Marga gasps]
-Tina. -Marga.
-Tina. -Marga, it's my first week here.
-Please, I can't deal with this. -I've been trying to find you.
I went to the sleep clinic because I can't sleep, but I'm still me.
Pay inside and get out of here.
No, please, I beg you. We have to talk.
-Please? -We have to talk. Please.
[voice trembling] Please, I'm begging you, come home.
I'm all I've got right now. If I stay alone much longer, I'll break.
Please, come home Tina. Come home. I'm begging you.
-Go the café. Go to the café. -[wailing]
Marga, go to the café, for God's sake.
-I get off in half an hour. Come on. -[panting] Thank you.
RAGE
[Marga] Thank you.
[cars driving by intermittently]
[mellow pop music playing softly over speakers]
My life is ridiculous, Tina. It makes no sense.
Look, I don't bother thinking about things like that, because I don't...
Have you ever thought about the meaning of art?
-What? -What use do we artists truly have?
Especially now, in this maddening time we're living in.
Hm?
Well, I don't think I ever thought about that. No.
Of course. You don't.
There's so much saturation of images everywhere, it's hard to breathe.
Advertising... um, the networks, we go so fast.
It's impossible for anyone to really reflect
on the work a piece of art demands.
I know we haven't helped, too many conceptual idiots
making fools of themselves.
It's the end.
Marga...
did you take me away from my job to have a conversation about art?
-Have you seen Roberto again? -No.
Pfft... Mm--
Since I've been alone, I've created nothing.
I've even destroyed many of my best works.
One of those sleepless nights, I came to the conclusion
that given the state of the world, the only real artists left...
are the ones who decide to do nothing.
-Do you understand? -No, of course I don't.
I've told you all this because I'm numb.
Because being so alone these past few months
has made me face the truth.
The creators...
the real ones...
and I know I'm one of them...
we can't live without creating.
And I'm not talking to you about feeling bad, no.
I'm talking about surviving.
I know all this may seem narcissistic or superficial to you,
but it affects my breathing.
Ordinary people tend to see survival as something
much more basic, instinctual.
Shelter, paying bills, making it to tomorrow.
-You think about eating. -No.
You're the one eating like there's no tomorrow.
[fork clinks on plate]
[voice breaking] Come home with me, Tina, I'm begging you.
No. [tutting]
I'm never serving anybody again, no way.
I'm not asking you to do that.
The house has plenty of room, we could easily share it.
And your child could grow up protected and happy.
I shouldn't be alone, Tina.
What if one day you change your mind, or get tired?
My daughter and I, we'll always end up losing.
[crying softly]
[sniffles, then whimpers]
[voice breaking] What do you need to finally believe what I'm saying?
[whimpers]
Some real commitment.
Real commitment.
That my daughter takes your last name...
and has full legal rights over the future that you're offering us.
We'd be two mothers.
Is that what you were looking for in Roberto?
-See you later, Marga. -No, no, no! Come on. Please, no!
Relax.
Relax, sit down.
[grunts softly]
I understand.
And I love the idea.
[intriguing music playing]
HOPES
[Rosa groaning faintly]
[breathing shakily]
[gasping]
[heaving weakly]
[groans sharply] Will you stop being a pain in the ass?
[panting weakly] Yes.
Yes.
[woman] Fuck this anxiety shit. I'm so sick of it.
[panting continues]
[gasps sharply]
[Nat] I mean, seriously, here's the thing:
checks on checks, with floral?
Already a disaster. But then it's checks, no hair,
lesbian and plain colors?
I'm sorry, but it's just a lot. A lot. Angela, you get this, right?
Look at this girl behind me.
-Be right back. -[alert buzzing nearby]
-Are you all right? -I'm better.
-Signed up for a new course yet? -No, but I'm going to. Yeah.
The love-and-bonding course is incredible.
I took one on macramé and crochet, by the other Rosa, the singer.
-It's brutal. -Mm...
By the way, are you coming to my talk today?
I don't know if I'll be able to.
Eh?
Emma, can you go out on stage first, do the introduction part,
and then, I'll come out after? Are you gonna be good with that?
Today, our fellow companion,
one of the inmates here in Natividad Serrano,
is going to share with us a talk about fashion,
but as she told me earlier,
this won't be about fabrics or trends,
it's not that kind of fashion talk.
It's more of a philosophy of life she wants to share.
A round of applause for her.
[audience applauding tepidly]
-Can you hold this for me, please? -Yes.
Thank you. Oh, there are so few of you.
Well, I'm going to start by showing you all some slides,
and then we'll take a moment to talk about them together.
So here you have Grace Kelly, in a nightgown and heels.
-[indistinct chatter] -[doors buzzing and clicking]
[Nat] How many times have we all heard that famous phrase:
"To truly change, you must change from the inside"?
It gets repeated like a mantra.
Forgive me, but I find this incredibly challenging
because, I mean, how do you change from the inside?
Sometimes, it takes changing the outside first,
finding the truth in what's external, and by doing so,
you project a more elevated version of yourself.
And then the way others respond to you is better.
And then, your experience in general, improves.
I know where you're coming from. I mean, I can't say to you:
"If you had a definitive style, you wouldn't be stuck in here."
Because that's what others say,
but the proof is in the pudding, right?
I'm telling you, girls, if we truly had the will to have style,
if we really wanted it, then we'd pull ourselves out of the chaos.
We'd pull ourselves away from all that sorrow.
[whispers] She's got a point, you know?
[clears throat]
[sighs]
Ladies... if you think, when you're listening
to someone using the word "modern,"
that powerful word "elegance,"
-or speaking about "style," -[whimsical music playing]
that maybe none of these concepts apply to you,
then may I remind you who you're agreeing with?
The people who've delighted in acting like you mean nothing...
who excluded you...
who condemned you...
who mistreated you...
and who threw you in this place.
And so today I'll ask you one more favor.
Let's take a minute to picture ourselves as one of them.
I'll do it together with you, girls.
If any of you ladies feels brave enough to change your style...
with my guidance...
please raise your hand.
-She's incredible. -[Nat chuckles warmly]
Oh, girls...
I wanna thank you so much for your faith.
[voice breaking] I'm here, that's my promise to you all.
Thank you so much, and good evening.
[audience applauding warmly]
[door creaks, then closes]
Cain.
Cain!
[Roberto groaning groggily]
[Roberto groans]
Why are you here?
Um... you told me last night that I could stay.
We're friends, and I thought, well...
-I don't know. -No... we're not friends.
Move over.
[groans softly]
For a customer, you're really annoying.
Hm?
And you owe me money too.
-[groans softly] -[indistinct chatter in distance]
[muffled slightly] Go on, get going, I'm not happy right now.
Okay.
Um, can I take a shower?
Um...
No.
Okay, then.
You got any left? Just enough to wake me up a little.
Yeah, of course.
But you're not getting any.
You don't have the money to go on like this.
And you're old.
Recover, and be old. It's not that dramatic.
Get out.
Hey, I'm thinking of your welfare.
Or if you prefer, I could rip you a new asshole.
[inhales, then exhales sharply]
It all ends up being really disappointing.
[sighs softly]
-Yeah. -Well...
[easygoing music playing over speakers]
[stammers gently] Let me, I'll do it, okay?
[in normal voice] Do I know you from somewhere?
No. I've only been in Madrid for a little while
-and I don't have any social media. -Look, it's not you.
I just really don't like the way they do my makeup on TV, that's all.
-[door opens] -I trust my own hands.
Hi, are you ready to come with me so we can mic you up?
-Okay, yeah, I'm ready. -Thank you.
I love it, really.
-See you later. -See you.
-See you later. I loved it. -[door opens]
You've got this, you know this, now multiply it.
Mm... You've got this, you know this, now multiply it.
-[door closes] -You've got this,
-you know this, now multiply it. -This will be quick.
Roberto?
Wow, I can't believe it's you.
-How are you? -Wow... I'm great.
-How--? -Don't kiss me.
-They did my makeup, sorry. -Oh, oh-- Well-- Right.
-Um-- -How've you been?
Oh, I'm fine. Um...
they called me about some kind of a, um, job offer.
You always have to listen to job offers.
-Of course. -Yeah.
-Sorry. Time for us to go to set. -Sure, sure.
-Well, it's so nice to see you. -Same here.
Uh-- Um...
-Well... -Hey, wait, Vera.
Do you think you could...
give my regards to Marga the next time you see her, hm?
Yeah, sure.
Thank you.
[intriguing music playing]
[muttering] Okay...
[door opens]
[door closes]
-What's up? -You'll need to make an appointment.
He's in a meeting right now, and he can't see you.
-Ah-- -I'm so sorry.
-No, it's fine. Thanks. -Just make an appointment.
[muttering] I've tried, though.
[door opens]
[door closes]
Adri, can you get Vera mic'ed up, please?
-Hi, how are you? -[Adri] Hi, great.
[assistant] No, thank you.
-Here, take this. -Okay.
-Hello, Vera. Nice to meet you. -Oh, hi, Marivi.
-How are you? -Great.
Listen, uh, the Emilio Duran Foundation thing.
-Yes. -You two weren't really friends.
-Were you? -Ehh-- Um, no, no, no.
It's just, um, all of the toxic rage that Emilio gave off back then,
was the expression of his suffering,
because he was a victim of the food poisoning
that we suffer too often today in the West.
Javi, I still can't hear you at all in the earpiece.
-I'll see you shortly, okay? -Okay, okay, thanks.
SILENCE
TEAM 1 - TEAM 2
-[audience cheering and applauding] -[upbeat gameshow music playing]
Good afternoon, everyone,
and welcome to another episode of At Five with Marivi.
On today's show,
we have two absolutely great teams you're going to love.
We start right now with the great actress Victoria Leal.
Many younger viewers might not know who she is,
but ask your parents, and they'll tell you
all the reasons why she was the dream
and obsession of an entire generation of Spaniards.
-Off to a great start. -So tell us, Victoria.
-What have you been doing lately? -Nothing, nothing at all.
Well, I'm here because I cracked my agent's head open at a live gala.
A ton of people saw the clip,
and suddenly, I was back in the media.
No, I'm actually here because you pay 1500 euros
-and because I've gone viral. -That's terrific.
-Let's move on to our second team. -[audience applauding]
Joining us is the renowned international vegan chef, Vera Lasso.
-It's a pleasure to have you. -Oh, thank you very much, Marivi.
It's a real pleasure to be here on the show with you.
We're also curious because you've set up a foundation, haven't you?
Yes, it's a foundation focused on raising awareness
for healing, that's holistic, through food,
as well as deepening our empathy
toward the environment and every living creature we coexist with.
-How nice. -[audience applauding]
We're sending heartfelt thanks to the Emilio Duran Foundation,
created in memory of the food critic who passed away not long ago, right?
Yes. Yes, sadly, he passed away. Yes.
Emilio-- Well, he was a great man, and due to his passing,
we were able to create this foundation,
which is now a leader in over 14 countries worldwide.
[paint splashing]
[splashing continues]
-What are you doing? -I was just--
Sorry, I was trying it out.
Since I suggested the flower thing to you.
Sure, yeah, it's absolutely fine.
But I'll finish it off.
Here you go.
[clears throat]
[grunts]
[sighs]
Before, I felt the need to reflect...
and to protest.
And now, look at this.
Pop flowers.
Protesting is for rich and satisfied people, Marga.
Hard-working people, those who truly suffer...
prefer colors, joy...
-entertainment. -Hm.
[pensive music playing]
-Hm... -Now we sell a lot more.
And you sleep much better.
Hm...
Yes.
I do sleep better.
[paint splashing]
[Tina panting and shouting]
-[grunts intensely] -Is it time?
-[panting] Yes, I think so. -Oh!
I think so.
[panting rapidly]
[groaning sharply and whimpering]
EMERGENCIES
-Hold on, Tina. -[panting] It fucking hurts!
-It hurts so much! -Breathe.
[panting rapidly]
[nurse] Keep breathing, Tina. You're doing great, keep pushing.
We're almost there. Just a little bit longer.
-Please. -We're getting really close.
-Give me another push. -Will you find my mother? My Mother!
-[chanting] Om... -[serene music playing]
[woman] Prithvi Mata, Mother Earth.
We're working hard to mend what's been shattered between us,
hoping she'll eventually find it in her heart to forgive us one day.
Shanti Prithvi Mata.
[all] Shanti Prithvi Mata.
[woman chanting] Ai... Oh... Whoa...
Way... Ay... Ay... Ay...
[woman resumes chanting] Ai... Oh... Whoa...
-Hello. How are you? -Hi, darling.
[Adela] I'm good.
I wanted to grab a word with you, privately.
-Sure, whatever you need, honey. -Thank you.
Our congregation embraces the journey of healing
because of the generosity of all our members
who contribute whatever they can to the cause.
Savings for instance, property they have.
Of course, that's why I'm taking on whatever I can.
-It's my way of... -Yeah.
showing gratitude for all your support.
I know that.
When my superior followed my recommendation
and agreed to accept you into the group...
you told us about your situation.
You were alone...
on the street and addicted to alcohol, weren't you?
But now we've found out that you have a mother tucked away
in an assisted-living home.
A very exclusive one.
[pensive music playing]
OPERATING ROOMS
[intercom rings]
[calling out] Marga?
Marga!
[intriguing music playing]
[grunts softly]
[sighs]
[siren wails]
[engine turns off]
Hey, psst! Hey!
-You can't be here, okay? -Come on, let's go, out.
Come on, let's go. Now, come on. Let's go.
Good morning, what's wrong?
[grunting]
-What's wrong? What? -You can't be here. Leave.
-I can't? It's my goddamn house. -Yeah, sure.
-This is my house. -All right. Come on.
-Let's go. -Let go of me.
-[shouting] Marga! -Get him. Come on.
-Marga! -Get down here.
You're coming with us. Enough now, stop it.
[Marga] Isn't that Roberto? Stop the car.
[Roberto shouting] This is my house!
Cuff him. Don't move.
Calm down. Calm down.
He was trying to sneak into your house, ma'am.
That's all right. Let him go.
I know him.
I remember our conversations very well. Heh...
-Do you like it? -It's very good.
I spend a lot of time in the kitchen now.
When we'd talk about times that felt dangerous and unstable...
for guys like us, it stirred something.
-It moved us in some way. -You think it's cheese, don't you?
But it's not.
And we laughed at our hippie parents who wanted to change the world.
And look, in the end, well...
we were just as naive if not more.
Eat whatever you want, just spare me the "it's all going to shit" talk,
because it's not.
Tina and I have hope together.
Don't do that.
Don't even think about doing that.
Please.
No, no, I'm not-- Doing what, Marga? I'm not doing anything.
-Yes, you are. -I'm not doing anything.
Please let me stay in the house, just for now.
-I can help with anything. I can... -[sighs]
It's not up to me.
I live with Tina now. I don't--
Mm...
I don't know, I have to ask her about it first, you know?
Besides, there's the baby and...
That's my child.
[door closes]
Tina, are you there?
[footsteps approaching]
[Tina] Let him stay.
[lightly shushing and tutting]
[sighs]
Are you sure?
You're the one sleeping in the guest room now.
Mm...
He'd have to sleep with me, I don't know, it's...
-That's not... [chuckles] -He can take the small room
I used to sleep in back when I worked for you.
In the basement.
[Marga] Uh...
[intriguing music playing]
The garage junk room has more boxes like this with all your clothes.
Marga...
If you try to change things, you'll be leaving again.
[blender whirring]
Roberto, what are you doing? Come on.
[blender turns off]
Forgive me.
I woke you up.
I was making breakfast for you two, um...
Thanks a lot, but I need to keep sleeping.
You can sleep all day.
-How's the boy? -Girl.
-Great. -Ah...
Terrific. She didn't wake up all night.
-Like her father. [chuckles] -Hm...
You men place great importance on your secretions, don't you?
Well, you know, it's genetic.
You know, your snot also has your DNA.
Mm...
[water spraying nearby]
What's all this?
You'll ruin your expensive clothes if you keep working in them.
And you have no money now.
[vacuum whirring]
[intriguing music playing]
Two years, Rosa, and now we're finally getting released.
Can you believe that it somehow went fast for me?
[guard] ID, please. Who are you here to see?
-Good for you. Good luck. -[man] Thanks.
[guard] No phones, no bags, leave them in the locker.
Excuse me?
Rose?
Rosa? Rosa.
I'm not judging you, but admit that you didn't integrate with the others.
I remember telling you, "Any experience is an opportunity."
You didn't integrate, fine, but you didn't even try.
What are you doing now?
Because the worst prison, is the one we carry inside us.
Okay, please, Nat.
You are... my prison.
Being locked up with you for two years, that was my punishment.
My private inferno. But now we're finally out.
Don't look for me or call me. Anything.
Sound good to you? Okay.
[siren wailing in distance]
Rosa, when you first started working at Gallery,
what was it, thirty-something years ago?
Well, I thought, "How about this woman,
an Olympic volleyball gold medalist,
someone who's endured the pressure and discipline that comes with that,
who then chose to become floor manager
of the Sports Department."
I mean, for me it was...
I've always wanted you close because I admired you so much,
more than you ever knew.
And because I've always trusted you.
And even now, I know you trust me, Rosa.
Because I have the fashion, but you, you have me.
[poignant music playing]
It wasn't gold, it was bronze.
That's what's dragging you, your Indian shaman spirit.
You're gonna have to puff things up a little, Rosa.
Nobody cares. I mean, what's a blazer without a good shoulder pad,
without interlining, without bravado?
I can't be around you.
[Adela] Cabbages, right there in the third row.
Adela.
Honey, there's so much work, you know.
Yeah. Yeah. My dear.
I've come to congratulate you,
because we've been informed that your mother, Pilar...
ascended to heaven this morning in her bed at the nursing home.
Our superior has given you permission to attend her funeral...
and to ask Mother Earth to receive her.
Thank you.
[both moaning]
[sighs]
You look good, Marga.
I'm so glad, you know? Believe it or not.
When you change, you always lose something.
And even if it's for the better...
you're always left with a kind of void.
A silent echo.
Hm...
Now your pieces...
-Hm? -Excuse me.
You always asked me for my opinion on your work
and I suppose I got excited.
-Sorry. -Just tell me.
Well, you sell a lot, don't you? That's for sure.
What you do together doesn't raise issues,
it doesn't offend anyone.
I don't know if it's useful or necessary,
but it's certainly quite catchy.
-It's catchy to you? -Yes.
[enigmatic music playing]
If you ever think of going back to living the way you used to,
to being the person you once were, you'd have my full support.
We can stop her, together.
What do you mean?
Tina.
She's talentless. And worse, she overshadows you.
You know it, deep down. That girl is legally yours too.
And the house and money are yours. And she also has my genes.
You really think you can flatter my ego and confuse me, don't you?
You're perverse, Roberto.
Worse.
You're just a useless, little man.
What are you doing?
If you ever talk to me like that again...
I'll throw you out for good.
[kisses softly]
[door slams]
[mobile jingling]
[Tina] Marga.
[enigmatic music continues playing]
What is it?
Everything all right?
Yeah, everything's fine.
-Why? -How does Roberto seem to you?
[Marga] Fine. The usual.
-Why? -[Tina] No, no, reason.
No reason.
The other day at the cemetery, for my grandmother,
my mother mentioned the healing group she's part of.
-Hmm... -They work in the mountains
to get Mother Earth's forgiveness,
they meditate, and apparently, they're doing rituals in Sanskrit.
[laughs]
[clears throat] I'm sorry.
Any way she asked me if we could create a group...
to explain it to us and teach us how to connect.
I don't wanna lose her again, Marga.
I know it sounds weird, but she's my family.
I can help you if you like, I'm happy to make a few phone calls.
I know people who could fit into the meditation thing.
And we'll do it too then, no?
[serene music playing]
Sorry, I hope you don't mind. I came a little early
'cause I wanted to get here before the others
to quickly put these flowers on the grave.
Your appointment's scheduled for later.
We're just getting the space ready now,
so if you could wait over there...
Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry about that. I'll be quick.
Hello.
Oh, hi, how are you doing?
I heard from people you were having...
It's all good now, I'm fine. All good. This is Rosa, from Sports.
She's less experienced, but I invited her.
I came because she insisted, otherwise.
-Hi there, how are you, ladies? -How are you?
-Thank you so much for coming. -Hi, Tina.
-There? -Yeah, right in front of you.
[Adela] So I'm going to explain what the ritual of the forgiveness
of Mother Earth consists of.
You'll see the master and I put our hands deep into the earth,
then carefully spread it over our faces,
in a gentle, deliberate motion,
after which I'll ask you to do the same.
[sighs]
I want a new revolution, to create again and change the world.
Do what you have to do.
Give me time and lawyers,
and I promise I'll put that girl in her place.
-[disjointed music playing] -[both moaning]
Get it done, soon, for me Roberto.
[both moaning]
-[Tina] Marga. -[Marga gasps]
Come on... they're all outside waiting for you.
Uh-- Yeah, yeah. Sure.
[clears throat]
[scoffs]
[Tina sighs]
[music turns captivating]
I was fooling him.
"Get it done, soon, for me, Roberto."
Like I'm an idiot.
Ah... Get used to it.
Having power often means being on alert.
-You really don't scare me, Marga. -Hm... Hmph.
And I know you wanna have it all back again.
But for now, you can't do it without me.
[chuckles] Yeah, maybe you're right.
But neither can you.
["Dream a Little Dream of Me" playing]
♪ And now to sing This lovely ballad ♪
♪ Here is Mama Cass... ♪
It's such a lovely calm afternoon.
♪ Stars shinin' bright above you ♪
♪ Night breezes Seem to whisper, "I love you" ♪
♪ Birds singin' In the sycamore tree ♪
♪ Dream a little dream of me ♪
♪ Say, "Nighty-night" and kiss me ♪
♪ Just hold me tight And tell me you'll miss me ♪
♪ While I'm alone And blue as can be ♪
♪ Dream a little dream of me ♪
♪ Stars fadin' But I linger on, dear ♪
♪ Still cravin' your kiss ♪
♪ I'm longing To linger till dawn, dear ♪
♪ Just saying this ♪
♪ Sweet dreams Till sunbeams find you ♪
♪ Sweet dreams that leave All worries behind you ♪
♪ But in your dreams Whatever they be ♪
♪ Dream a little dream of me ♪
[soulful piano interlude]
♪ Stars fadin' But I linger on, dear ♪
♪ Still cravin' your kiss ♪
♪ I'm longing... ♪