1000 Miles From Christmas (A mil kilómetros de la Navidad)

NETFLIX PRESENTS

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech!

All right. All right, hold on.

Shush, hey, quiet everyone.

Of course I'm going to talk, just like every Christmas.

You thought you'd get out of it?

I propose a toast to celebrate that we're ending the year

with the best results of the decade.

Hooray!

- Congratulations and merry Christmas! - Cheers!

- - Happy holidays.

- -

Well...

Going now, Raúl?

He's trying to make a French exit.

Hey!

Ah... Álvarez...

Uh, no, of course not.

With all the fun we're having? No.

- I'm just going to the bathroom. - Hurry back, yeah?

We just ordered a round of tequila.

Shots! Shots! Shots!

- Shots! - All right!

- Shots! - Shots for everyone!

Oh, hey, Raúl, hold on a second. I need to ask you something.

What do you think?

As someone who has no friends in this office,

- you'll be objective. - What did you say?

They should have promoted me instead of brown-nosing Sanchez, right?

- My numbers are way better, right? - Sure. Everyone knows that.

It's one of the great injustices of human history.

Awful, Morales. If I were you, I'd tell the boss right now.

Strike while the iron is still hot.

Son of a bitch. Yeah, you're right.

Emilio, we need to talk.

Thanks a lot. Merry Christmas.

- I really love that. - Me too.

- Here! Go on! -

Christ...

- Whoa, look out. - Please, be careful.

Son of a bitch.

- Hey, photo? - No, I'm in a hurry.

I don't take good photos.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

Ho, ho, ho, ho!

- No, thanks. - A piece of fudge?

- Ho, ho, ho. - I don't like fudge.

Ho, ho, ho.

- Please. - Go on, take a little piece of fudge.

- Come on. - Really. I said no!

You can't talk to Santa like that.

Listen, sweetheart, this man is not Santa Claus.

He's just a guy without a job, and probably an alcoholic,

who wears these ridiculous outfits so he can pay his rent

and buy some cheap wine.

Right?

Don't cry. Don't listen to him.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

- Son, I never catch you when I call. - I'm very busy, Mama.

Tell me you'll be home for Christmas this year.

- Do me that favor. - No.

Come on, Raúl, I bought you lobsters. You love them.

You know I don't like lobsters, Mama.

What? So now you don't answer your Mom's calls?

How wonderful. You should be ashamed of yourself.

Right, I'll stop calling, then.

DEAR MR. MERINO,

- -

ONE WEEK TO YOUR VACATION

ENJOY THE CARIBBEAN

- -

Check out this photo.

- Raúl, the boss wants to see you. - Mm-hmm.

Come in, Merino. The door...

Just shut it quietly, please.

The gin may be premium but so is the hangover.

- -

Sorry.

I'm sending you to audit a firm out of town today.

- Enjoy. - What?

No, no, no, there must be a misunderstanding.

I told you months ago that I was going to Cuba.

I know, like you do every year. To escape Christmas, right?

Yes, well of course I want to be as far away as possible

from this nightmare of twinkly lights, Christmas markets, fruitcakes...

Now, Raúl, I have to know. Why do you hate Christmas so much?

Bravo!

Look, Jasper, it's Melchior. That king's my favorite one.

- - Stop! Look out for my dog.

- -

Poor thing.

Jasper...

Jasper.

Uh... No reason. I just don't like it. You'll find someone else.

There's no one else. Ramón is off already and Carol just gave birth to twins.

- But I'm going to... - But nothing.

Job's a cinch, I promise. You'll be done in a few days.

Plenty of time to catch your flight and get away before the holidays start.

This is the company file.

It's a food factory in Valverde, in the Pyrenees.

No matter what, I'll catch my plane on the 24th.

Sure, of course.

Good luck, Raúl.

- - Ugh, that ass.

Not so bad.

Little town.

Go right, nearly there.

Hello! Welcome.

- Welcome! - Oh, God.

- Hi, how are you? - Hi!

- What a nightmare. - Hello! Merry Christmas!

My God. Just my luck.

- Stop! Not that way! - Yes, hello.

Yes, I know that it's Christmas. God, how obnoxious.

- -

- What happened? Is he all right? - Fantastic.

Terrific.

- - Recalculating route.

Precious.

Did you get hurt? Are you okay?

Oh, sure. Just brilliant. I almost died, but apart from that...

- My God, what a disaster. - Don't be like that. Not now.

You know, it's almost Christmas, the season of good cheer.

Wow.

- Why is there a house in the street? - It's not a house. It's a manger.

- A manger? - Yes.

- We perform a Nativity every year. - How stupid.

What a load of crap.

Well, I think it's a beautiful tradition.

I've been director of the Nativity for eight years.

We all waste our time how we choose, yeah? Now, if you don't mind,

I have to get back to the real world.

Son of a bitch.

She's an idiot.

- Turn around when possible. - If only.

Excuse me, sir.

Could you hand me that branch?

I saw this poor little fellow here all on his own, and honestly?

I felt bad for him.

So I built him a little friend.

Yes, because life is only worth living when you have a companion

to share it with.

Wouldn't you agree?

Don't give an answer.

Just ponder it.

Hello?

That photo is of the snow fall in '73.

We were cut off for a whole week.

Nine months later, more babies than ever were born in Valverde.

Nice to meet you. I'm Blanca, owner of this place.

Blanca, "white" just like Christmas.

- Raúl Merino. - You're staying until the 23rd, right?

You're going to love our village.

Are you here for work or as a tourist?

Not that it's my business.

A butter biscuit? Or I can make you something nice and hot.

Some crispy fried eggs?

- Mine are a real treat. - No, I don't want anything.

I just want to go to my room and get some sleep.

Mm-hmm.

You'll be staying in suite Melchior.

- What? You said Melchior? - Yes, there is suite Melchior.

We also have rooms called Gaspar and then Balthasar.

Suite Balthasar is very beautiful.

- Your suite. It's a little dark. - Hmm.

Because of its interior.

Hmm.

- May I have the key, please? - Of course.

- I'm here if you need anything at all. - Thank you. Thanks a lot.

- Twenty-four seven. - Thanks.

Uh-huh.

- -

No way.

You've arrived at your destination.

YULETIDE CONFECTIONERY AND FUDGE FACTORY

- - "Yuletide?"

Are you kidding, Emilio? You sent me to audit a Christmas fudge factory?

And marzipan. They cover the full range of Christmas confectionery.

You know I can't stand Christmas.

It's why I didn't tell you. I knew you wouldn't have gone.

Really?

Well, you can find someone else because I'm coming back to Madrid.

Sure. Well, that's fine. I'll have your severance ready.

Because I'm telling you, unless you do your job, you're fired.

So, then I'm fired,

but I'm leaving here immediately.

Very well.