Alpha Males (Machos alfa)

This is the perfect plot, right?

This will be the outside shared area, with an infinity pool, a padel court…

You were nervous. It had been a long time.

I already shot up my testosterone. It won't happen again.

We'll have four identical houses around it, so no one complains.

Tinder sucks. I prefer flirting the analog way.

That doesn't happen anymore.

Hey, I'm talking to you. Will you listen?

It's like Melrose Place without chicks.

-Well, without chicks, but-- -No "buts."

We handle our emotional needs ourselves.

Isn't that misogynistic?

Santi, I'm broke.

You guys do it, and I'll visit from time to time.

Luis!

The well-off ones in the group talked, and we decided to cover your 150K.

-What? No way. -Yeah.

Bro, it's all of us or none of us.

We're a family, Luis. It's been decided.

You're the kept one in this relationship.

I love you, assholes.

ALPHA MALES

-Pasta or chicken, sir? -What would you recommend?

Eating at home.

Pasta, then, I guess.

-Thank you very much. -Pasta or chicken?

Just coffee with milk.

I want the milk really hot.

Sugar? Sweetener?

No. You make it sweet enough for me.

Your coffee, really hot.

-How clumsy of me! -God!

I'll bring you something to clean up.

-Was that on purpose? -Seriously?

Look what she did.

Hello!

Blanc…

Blanca.

Yeah, I'm gonna sell my half to Hans.

It would be selfish of me to stand in the way of your happiness.

Screw him. We broke up.

What? Why?

He got all Germanic. I asked him to make breakfast.

He said he doesn't cook and I should make it for him.

Didn't you like macho men?

I want one so I can boss him around.

-That's impossible, Blanca! -It's your fault!

Fuck!

Once he saw who I'd married, he didn't respect me anymore.

Blanca, I need that money, okay?

So… make up with Hans now!

Shit!

Dear customers, register five is now open.

You can place your groceries…

-She's pretty. Talk to her. -Not now, honey.

She has a pineapple. That means she's looking for love.

It's a code for flirting at stores. I saw it on TikTok.

Iris, people come here to buy groceries.

Mom has a lot of dates.

-Yeah. -At night.

What should I say? I mean…

Bump carts. It's basically a match.

Oops!

Sorry.

Sorry. I was in the way.

-Hey, you've got a pineapple too. -Yeah.

My daughter says that having a pineapple means you're looking for love.

Like me.

Sorry. I'm in a bit of a hurry.

I mean, it doesn't have to be love. That sounds very…

It could be something more casual, like a situationship.

Leave me alone, please.

Sorry. I didn't mean to bother you.

Nobody buys whole pineapples anymore.

They always buy them cut up.

They're so lazy.

Excuse me. This man's saying things to me.

Calm down, okay?

I'm a cop.

This lady has a pineapple, and I thought that…

Iris!

Come here. Tell them about that TikTok thing.

You'll see.

That's cold.

Gael, sweetie!

Mommy's home.

Hello!

How can you be so cute?

He's eating better now.

Patri, I'll get changed and go. I don't want to see Pedro, okay?

-He's already here. -Shit.

With a new friend.

Hey. Why are you dressed like…

I've gone back to my roots for the sake of my sanity.

-Hi. -Hey. I'm Mario Armada.

-Daniela. -How are you?

I'm playing him in Harassed.

That's not me.

Good luck with making him likable.

The truth is he's a complex character. I'm struggling to understand him.

Well, if you need my help with anything…

Yeah, for sure. I'd be really interested in your take.

Well, let's see. He's a good guy, okay?

Deep down, he has a heart.

That aside, he's self-centered, ultra-competitive, stubborn,

short-tempered, obsessive,

and emotionally

like a piece of cardboard.

Personally, I'm not a big fan of the way he dresses.

But I've never told him that.

And so far, he's been a great father.

Let's hope things don't go wrong.

See? He's so multifaceted.

Hey, I don't mean to…

Would you meet me for coffee one day to expand on this a little?

I don't have Gael this week. Whenever you want.

We'll talk soon, Daniela.

Okay, now you've seen where I live.

If you don't mind, I have a kid to raise.

When are we getting hookers?

-Excuse me? -I'm not into it. It's for the character.

I'm not into it either.

But you showed up at a premiere with a prostitute.

My boss was harassing me. I didn't do anything.

See? That's what I want to reflect.

That contradiction. That inner struggle.

You report harassment,

yet you participate in rape culture.

I'll call you.

Are we going out?

I'm seeing Juan Carlos.

The napkin guy? Again?

Not again. You ruined our fuck.

Enjoy it while your friend's around.

-Don't you have plans? -Me?

I got a match from liking someone by mistake.

-Paco, 57. Wanna see his pic? -No, thanks.

We're going out tomorrow, okay? If you get sick of Juan Carlos, I'm here.

I'll let you know.

I'm serious, okay? If you break up with a guy, tell him,

"My friend likes you." If he's good for you, it works for me.

My plan is to avoid having to break up with anyone.

No more drama.

Well, I hope you have lots of orgasms.

We'll see.

I'd change the layout completely.

I'd move the kitchen to open it up and get more light.

-That would increase the… -You have such good ideas.

Yeah. Thanks.

-And I'd get rid of the hot tub. -No. Don't touch my hot tub.

Don't you like bubbles?

I have low blood pressure.

If I faint and drown, that'd be a stupid way to go.

"How did he die?" "He drowned in the hot tub."

You're so funny. My husband didn't make me laugh.

Well, marriage in general isn't funny.

Are you single too?

Yes.

-Great. -Yeah, but…

Hi. Could you assign someone else to this project?

-Anyone. -Why?

Marcela just called me. She loves your ideas.

I get the feeling that she…

She wants to get it on. With me.

Has she done anything? Has she gone too far?

Well, she asked if I'm single.

And if I like bubbles in the hot tub.

It's not what she said, but the way she said it.

-She was fucking me with her eyes. -Santi, Marcela is a Latina.

She's spontaneous, hot-blooded.

Right. It must have been a culture clash.

-Can you give me the details… -Here.

Send it to me by email, please.

To your new gastro-bar. Let's see how you screw it up this time.

I'm maturing, for fuck's sake.

-Delicious, whatever it is. -That chef's a pro.

Hey, don't fuck it up. Rafa and I said we're a couple.

-To avoid complaints. -Man, that's so wrong.

You said you were a woman.

That was wrong too.

I'm so deconstructed, I'm openly saying I'm gay.

Raúl, you're not gay.

Blanca, how's it going with Hans? Tell me something, please.

Occupied.

Hey, congratulations.

This place is gorgeous, and the food is delicious.

-Thanks so much… -Gloria.

Raúl, nice to meet you.

Excuse me one moment.

-Why were you sucking him off, degenerate? -Are you jealous?

It's one thing to like my dick, another to like them all.

That's… Be careful.

-I want you to penetrate me. -No, Rafa.

-Fuck. -Thanks.

Hey, do you do this a lot?

Which part?

Hitting on people with napkins and taking strangers to hotels.

I usually prefer my place, but since my friend moved in…

Right.

Hey, so,