The first 200 lines.
Celia, my girl, I know you're on holiday
and you need time, but please call me.
Okay? Big kiss.
Iván, where are you?
Work's piling up and not a word from you.
I've been trying to get you for days.
Call me when you can, okay?
Carlos, it's Nati.
Call me. Mom and Dad are on my back, okay?
Big kiss. Ciao.
Bego, I've left tons of messages.
Call me. You've been gone a week and not a word.
Call back. We have to talk.
Jaco, you bastard!
They tell me you're on holiday with Bego.
If you don't score there, I don't know when you will.
You dog. Big hug.
IN DARKNESS WE FALL
Cutie!
Carlos, you're gonna fall.
Sorry.
Where are you guys?
- There. - I can see you!
You bastard.
Give me a hug, you dog.
- I'm Iván. - I'm Bego. Nice to meet you.
Go for it, go, go!
Go on! Do it!
Fucking go for it!
Fuck you to hell and back.
I fucked myself up, man.
- Where is he? - Taking a shit.
- Where? - In the middle.
Fuck off! You can't even let me shit in peace!
Motherfuckers!
Fuck off!
My fucking magazine!
You shouldn't care if I've gone or not.
We broke up and that's it.
Tell him you're going with Carlos.
We don't need to talk.
I'm going away so that I don't think about you.
Say you're gonna have a ball.
Never mind who with, I'm going and that's that.
Fuck him.
- To us. - To us!
To gettin' laid.
To big tits and little butts!
You two are a pain.
Check out the roomies!
Carlos, man...
How are you doing, Bego?
Don't record her now.
A smile for my blog?
C'mon, Bego, cheer up!
Carlos!
- Stop it, alright? - Fine.
Are those rice paddies?
Dickheads.
Fucking great.
There she is.
I'm here.
You two are the last.
- Where's my tent? - I've got it.
Get on board.
Morning.
Hey, a beer for the cameraman.
Who's up for skinny-dipping?
- I'm into it. - We can see that.
We're on vacation in Formentera. What else do you want?
- I'm not skinny-dipping. - No? How come?
I don't fucking feel like it.
What can I expect? It's a holiday, I want some fun,
not like you, filming all day like a moron.
It's true, he's at it all day.
That looks great. We're gonna pig out.
- It's beautiful. - You feel free here.
A race to the water. Get that pecker moving.
C'mon, Jaco!
You chicken with your pants on! Go, go, go!
Fuck!
It's cold!
It's fucking freezing!
The water is great!
I want some peace and quiet.
I want to enjoy the sea, nature and seclusion.
Yeah, fine, that's boring. What about you, Bego?
The same as her.
You could treat yourself to...
It wouldn't do you any harm.
Shut up.
Yeah, Bego, you need to get on all fours.
Come on.
It's fucking freezing here.
It's nice.
- It's fucking great, man! - Beautiful... You can't see a thing.
No one will fuck with us here.
Careful, Jaco.
Hey, cross your legs, your junk's on show.
Here I go.
You're gonna burn yourself!
Watch it! You're crazy!
- He's burnt his ass! - Your ass is all black!
- It's a coffee grinder. - I'm cranking it up.
You sure are.
What?
Show us.
Are you laughing at my flashlight?
The flashlight and its owner.
What's wrong with you? It works great.
It charges batteries, cell phones, and it's ecological.
Go on, turn it on.
Turn it off! You're gonna blind us!
Not in my eyes!
Fuck you all.
With your permission, I'm going for a piss.
Yeah, go take a piss.
One, two, three!
You fucking bastard!
- I'm gonna fuck you up! - Get outta here!
Bastard!
He's coming out.
You fuck!
- Gimme that camera! - Take it easy!
- Erase it! - No way in hell!
Okay, stop, stop. Hold it, hold it....
Hold it.
- Erase it. - I will, but don't...
Damn it!
Erase it!
- I can't erase it. - How come?
It's great, you have to see it.
Motherfuckers...
Alright, show me.
I will.
Now this is a sunrise, not like in Madrid.
And here we have Celia.
Always alone.
I like being by myself.
- Can I sit here? - Sure.
Iván, Jaco's been after Bego for a year,
and on the first night you get down and dirty.
Aren't you stabbing your friend in the back?
- No, not at all. - No way.
We've both been after her, but he's not up to it.
She's too much filly for Jaco.
- You got that right. - I can hear you, you fuck!
You, asshole!
Hey, watch the camera.
Son of a bitch.
I don't know...
I don't know if I'm recording.
- Are you recording or not? - Yeah. Speed it up.
Dickhead, I mean, Charly, while you're crapping,
we're gonna do one of those Scorsese shots you like,
to get even more assholes onto your blog.
Didn't you want to check out my butthole?
Get a load of this!
It's a colonoscopy!
Cut it out, he'll kill himself jerking off to your butthole.
Wasn't there a tougher trail?
Isn't there a beach on the island? We have to go over the rocks?
Come on, it's not so bad.
Careful here, it's slippery.
Where the hell are we going?
- Jaco, what's wrong? - I'm sick of this girl.
Why's that?
She's a sourpuss, she brings everyone down.
She's always whining.
I'm not a sourpuss, you idiot!
Fucking jump! I'm here for you!
Jump!
Jump, you wimp!
You fag! Jump!
- Under! - One, two, three!
Record it! She's gonna do a flip!
- I can't. - Lie down.
Got a light, Iván?
I've got a cold.
I pissed myself.
I pissed myself.
- You pissed yourself? - Yeah!
That's gross, girl.
That's gross, don't spit it this way.
- Gimme some weed. - Why do you want a light?
Gross!
You're such a pig.
You're gonna hurl.
It won't come out, fuck it.
Yeah, sure.
- You're so boring, girl. - I want to see tongues.
There you go.
Jaco...!
You're disgusting.
Rock and roll!
Bego!
Look, Iván, all your saliva.
Bego! Iván, help me out here.
Maybe it'll kill her this time.
At least she shut up.
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