Angels of Sex (El sexo de los ángeles)

Go, girls!

What are you up to?

- Let me go. - What are you up to?

What are you up to, kid?

He's robbing him!

Get outta here.

Are you alright?

This is yours

Oh, fuck. Thanks.

- Take it easy. - Careful.

Up. That's it.

I'll call him now. Dad.

He's always the same.

Your father can't let it go.

- Do you think Bruno's coming? - I'll call him now.

What do you bet the bad guy's still alive?

What? They stuck an iron bar in his chest,

shot him and threw a bomb at him.

- Hi. - Hi.

What's up?

Hi.

What's up?

This is the good bit.

- What's up, Rai? - What's up, kid?

- You alright? - Just a bit woozy.

Sure you don't want to go to hospital?

No, I just want to call my girl.

I'll charge your mobile. But get that cut cleaned, eh?

Want me to bring you back an "ensaimada"?

What?

I'm going to Ibiza tomorrow to cover the electronic festival.

- I could get you an "ensaimada". - Wait a second.

We're in the red, Dani.

- This is no good. - I'm not getting you anything.

Relax, I'm DJ-ing next week.

- 'Bye. - I'll pay back the money.

Shit! Anyone heard from Bruno?

Did he call here?

Weren't you having lunch with your parents?

Yes, but we waited an hour and he didn't turn up.

- It's weird. - No, it's called being stood up.

You think your girl's mad at you?

No, but I bet she's worried.

It's her parents that'll be fucking pissed off.

- Do you know them? - Yeah.

Carla and I have been together since we were 16

and shacked up for 3 years.

But they live in Sitges and I hardly ever seen them.

- Her dad can't stand me. - Why?

He'd rather Carla went out with an architect or something.

- He's French. - Fuck him.

The bad thing is they're in Barcelona today.

- And they've taken over your place. - Well, it's actually "their" flat.

Fuck.

If I were you, I wouldn't go there tonight.

I've got to apologize in person.

Stop it, Mum, you're worrying me even more.

Guess where I'm going tomorrow!

To Ibiza, to cover the festival.

And to get away from you, it's as if we're an item.

Chill out, it's all-expenses-paid.

If you leave home and check in together,

probably on the plane you'll be sitting... together.

Fuck no! Not Ibiza!

We'll talk later, okay?

Hello?

Yeah, Bruno.

She's right here. I'll put her on.

'Bye.

- What happened to you? - You wouldn't believe me.

- Are you alright? - Yeah, I'm fine.

No, no. I feel bad that you had to take the fallout alone.

Alright.

Yeah, yeah.

'Bye. Big kiss.

Everything okay?

I've got an amazing girlfriend.

She says not to go home tonight to avoid a row with her parents.

Stay here if you like.

No, I've bothered you enough.

People crash here every day.

I am getting tired.

I don't know if it's the bump or the spliff.

Here. In case you want to change.

Thanks.

Fine, alright. See you later.

Your father. He's tied up at the meeting.

We're not to wait up.

If I'd known that...

First he stands us up for dinner, now he's not even coming.

He's working. Bruno's the one who's got a nerve.

He lives here in our house,

and doesn't say hello or even apologize.

Mum, he had an accident.

Yes, as if I believe that.

He just doesn't want to see us.

Don't start.

- What's that pill for? - To sleep. I've got insomnia.

You? You sleep like a log!

Because I take the pill.

It's for depression.

You always struck me as...

...melancholic.

He won't let it go. That's good reflexes.

He's really cute.

Grab it, he'll burn himself.

What are you people doing here?

Daddy, she's naked.

Guys, guys, get up!

Let's call the police.

Rai! Rai!

Rai, c'mon. We've got to go.

- What's going on? - The cops are coming.

Hey, wake up!

Shit, let's go!

Hey, let's go.

Hey, Rai, help me!

Maria, take her on you bike.

Go!

We gotta go, the cops are coming.

- What do I do? - Take that.

Out the window!

Wait, wait, wait.

I'm getting the Metro.

Well, we say goodbye here.

I'd ask you home, but you know how things are.

Relax.

I'll take a walk around.

When I get a mobile, I'll call you and give you back the T-shirt.

It's a gift... but call me.

And get that cut seen to.

Hey, would you mind changing neighbourhoods?

- What? - Follow me.

Let's go.

We pay them the months we owe or they throw us out.

- It's not my fault. - I'm sick of telling people.

We publish a free college rag,

we're almost broke, but he wants it all high-quality,

the printing, whatever.

Plus we buy tickets to Ibiza,

the magazine goes belly up, and I look like the bad guy.

Where are the cartridges for the printer?

Marta's got them.

- Why do you want them? - Why else? To print.

Yes, but is it for personal use?

Shit, it's for college.

I don't earn a cent here

and you tell me I can't use the printer?

We've only got two cartridges left and we won't get any more!

From now on, the money comes out of our pockets.

They say we're stingy,

but you're not from here and you're such a tightwad.

- People are living here. Let's go. - Carla?

Let's go!

I'm at Adrian and Dani's place.

You bastard.

No, I haven't seen them.

They must've gone to Ibiza.

Yeah, through the patio door,

the one they're always about to fix.

No, I'm with a friend.

Yes, the one who helped me.

He's flat-hunting, so I thought he could stay here meanwhile.

Hold on.

Don't look at me like that. What can I do?

Just give me one.

Who where you talking to?

Why'd you cover the phone again?

Yeah, I bet he's flirting with you, as usual.

Don't get mad. I just wanted to know if your parent's had gone.

Fine, Yeah, yeah. 'Bye.

Jealousy.

I don't think she's cheating on me.

What bugs me is that she might fancy other guys.

Does that happen to you?

Yes.

But I put up with it. Otherwise, what's love all about?

It's about sharing ideas...

wishes, experiences.

But it doesn't put limits on your life.

Still less on the lives of others.

But if there are no limits, you're not a real partner...

just another person.

The couple should find their own limits.

Sticking to the typical rules doesn't improve the relationship.

That's what I think.

In a couple you have to be special for the other person.

That's something else.

You and I...

We just met...

...and you're already special to me.

When couples hide things, it's all over.

Your father knows I'm depressed, I don't hide anything from him.

Mum, you should live your own life.

He does, and without considering you.

He's just busy all the time.

Yes, with another woman.

The woman you're talking about is his architect, that's all.

Why don't you separate?

And be left alone?