Alpha Males (Machos alfa)

Move it! Get up here, you pussies!

You're a goddamn bunch of asswipes!

If you stop, you'll be dragged back down!

Move it!

You're a fucking insult to men!

How did we end up here, man?

Come on. We're almost there.

But I'm paying for this!

ALPHA MALES

ONE MONTH EARLIER

Hey, Santi. What's up?

What do you mean? We were supposed to meet.

What's up, guys?

You too? Where are you guys?

Esther has a gig in Almería, and I've got the kids.

Sorry. I'm running a little late.

I can't come.

Daniela's very upset. She's not producing any milk.

I'm a shitty mother!

It's really easy, ma'am.

If no one's gonna be there, I'm heading back home.

Marimar wants to take me somewhere.

Raúl, I'm already here.

Guys, let's meet up sometime. We keep missing out.

Hey, but…

Thanks.

-The Aladdin musical? -It was your favorite movie as a kid.

Come on, get ready. Or just go like that. Let's go.

Dad, some other day.

Honey.

You've no idea how much I wish I'd spent more time with my folks.

Leave her alone. It's not her fault you don't have a girlfriend.

What did you buy now? Will you stop spending?

It's for my new job, idiot.

Erotic toy tester.

-Cool. -My God.

-I'm going upstairs to work. -I'm single by choice!

You're single because that feminazi ditched you.

I'm totally over Irene, smart-ass.

Fine. Let's go see the musical.

Yes! Let's go!

We can sing the songs too. I still remember them.

I'll go get the car. Let's go!

Tell him already.

Are we really going to live here?

Didn't you call me a weirdo for living in a hotel?

There has to be a middle ground between this and a hotel.

Yeah, well, I don't really do middle ground.

-My office is so far from here. -Honey.

You can work from home.

-Let me show you the pool. -I can see it from here.

The indoor one.

-Hello! -Welcome to the estate.

We're Jimena, Iker, Vera, and Olivia. Your neighbors.

This is Luz and I'm Paz. Nice to meet you.

Come over for dinner sometime. We can get to know each other.

-Sure. Whenever you like. -Tonight?

-If you have kids, you can bring them too. -Honey.

What? They can adopt. Or do that thing where one carries the other's egg.

We don't have kids.

Great. See you at eight?

-Okay. -Awesome. Eight o'clock, then.

-Bye. -Bye.

What just happened?

They're just curious to meet their new lesbo neighbors.

Bye.

Girl, you're lucky your husband's so involved.

He's not my husband. He's just the father.

-Isn't that enough? -I just separated from mine.

He fucked another woman after I gave birth.

Wow.

He told me I wasn't giving him enough attention.

Hello, everyone, and welcome.

First of all, I'd like to put you at ease.

Struggling to breastfeed your son or daughter is totally normal.

You're not failing as mothers.

Or any of those things that keep running through your heads.

It's normal to feel sensitive.

Postpartum is the dark side of bringing a baby into the world.

You're reliving the trauma of your own birth.

I see two dads who had the courtesy to come.

Well done.

Being at your partner's side is key.

Thank you.

-He's not her partner. He's the father. -That's even more impressive.

Let's begin.

Why is it good to breastfeed and for how long?

Don't stress. It's okay not to breastfeed. This thing has everything.

"Proteins, vitamins, sodium, potassium, zinc."

Pedro, I was the only one who couldn't do it.

"L-carnitine, choline, taurine,

nucleotides, selenium, magnesium."

That stuff sucks.

You heard the teacher.

-There's nothing like breast milk. -Of course she'd say that.

"Ultra-processed. Score, two out of ten."

Don't compare yourself to the others.

But if you have to, don't just look at the negatives.

You're lucky to have support during the process.

Don't pat yourself on the back. It's your baby too.

I know, but the coach, or whatever she is, congratulated me.

So here I am, bleeding to death,

sacrificing my body and mental health for our son,

and you get all the credit just for being there.

So now I'm being told off for going with you.

I don't want to argue.

Neither do I. But don't take it out on me if you can't breastfeed.

Could you keep it down? Rosalinda's already asleep.

Sorry.

What the hell are we doing wrong?

Her birth was fine. The baby eats well, sleeps well.

Take him for a while. I need to sleep.

There, there.

What if he cries? Do I give him a bottle?

-My poor baby. -There, there.

So tiny, and already being poisoned with vegetable oils.

All that homosexual propaganda in the media

is one big lie to confuse us.

Just look at the design of the human body.

It's clear men and women are made to fit together.

It's God's will.

Homosexuality is a disability.

The good news is that there is hope.

It can be cured with therapy and a lot of praying to Jesus Christ.

But sexual orientation is kind of blurred nowadays, right?

A lot of studies say we're all born bisexual.

-Raúl, why are you here? -My wife made me come.

-I'm not gay. -Don't hold back, Raúl.

No. A friend of mine came to my wedding without a gift

and insisted on giving me a blo…

But I don't like guys. I like women.

One woman. My wife, Marimar.

You need to figure out the trauma that caused your sexual disorder.

Maybe your father used to hit you,

or you were abused when you were young.

I work in a gym,

and it's really hard for me not to fall into temptation.

What you feel isn't attraction. It's projection.

Sexual attraction to someone of the same sex

is biologically impossible.

-Well, my ex married another woman. -She must be really hurt.

It's all clearly explained in my book. I take cash or transfer.

Do we get a hetero diploma or something at the end of the course?

It's for my wife. She's a bit… distant.

Father, I see his face, and all these images come to me,

and I freeze.

María del Mar, a marriage has to be open to life.

Offer your sacrifice to God.

Oh.

Hello!

Hi!

You look so pretty! You're both so stylish.

-Come in. -After you.

Great. You brought wine.

Did the whole estate come?

Come on in.

-Hey! -Hi! How are you?

An electric car to go traveling? No way.

It took me so long to charge my Tesla on the way to Barcelona.

I prefer a hybrid.

For me, as long as there's a motorcycle…

Women, motorcycle. Good…

Very good.

I've thought about working, but when have I got the time?

I get up, I go to Pilates, I have breakfast.

Then there are the nails, physio, hairdresser.

I eat something, go shopping,

the kids come back from school, and the day's gone.

-Sure. -Why do I invest in my body?

-So I don't have to work. -I'm a lawyer.

I have a law firm with Paz.

My husband set me up with a natural cosmetics business,

but I never go.

-I do go. -What for?

She doesn't have kids.

Lucky you.

I hate my kids and my husband's kids too.

Have you thought about doing that thing where one carries the other's egg?

How could you do this to me?

To me! Your own sister. Your own flesh and blood.

I wish I were lying.

I wish I could rip this truth from my gut

and cast it into the abyss, but I can't.

How long have you been betraying me?

It happened once. Just once.

But it was enough to condemn us to this love that's consuming us.

Stop!

I can't bear this pain!

I don't want to hear another word!

You must.

I'm pregnant with your husband's baby.

You're no longer my sister.

You're just the echo of a wound.

Hurry up!

Shit.

What's up, Luis?

Well, I'd like to have dinner with my wife some weekend.

I miss you too. Are the kids okay?

They're great, doing whatever the hell they want.

How's it going in Almería?