Ravalear: Not for Sale (Ravalejar)

No, we're losing our rights.

Fuck that! They should just hire us!

You get paid either way. If I don't work, I don't get paid.

Cruise ships can't hire their own staff to do our work.

Cruise ships have a law that lets them do whatever.

We have to pressure them with a strike.

Don't you remember 2017?

We overturned a law all by ourselves.

So no steps back, ever again. No steps back!

No steps back!

No steps back!

No steps back!

I'm off.

-I have to go! -What about the Chinese terminal?

-I switched with Fiti. -What?

I switched it. I'm going to the restaurant.

The party!

Congratulations.

-Great, Àlex. -Bye, Carles, I'm off.

Thanks, mate.

Come after, even if you're knackered.

Okay, okay.

No steps back!

Benvenuta a Napoli!

David, I'm almost there.

I'll be there in three minutes.

Two minutes, you'll see.

Bye, see you later.

Morning!

-Morning -Less than three minutes.

-You owe me a euro. -Write it down.

Àlex, the shutter!

-Morning. -Morning.

Hi, beautiful.

Regi, get on the calçots, we're running late.

Olga, we'll have eighty covers this evening.

Come on, Mum.

Go on, I'll do this.

Elsi!

Put a tray of water in the oven so the coca doesn't dry out.

It needs more broth, Mum.

Okay...

How's it going, Olga?

-Good. -Really?

-Àlex. -Yes?

Will the port let you do eight hours a week here?

-I spoke to them. -And?

-I have a job. -Yes, but we need to help Dad out.

We could hire someone part-time.

He'll think we're forcing him to retire. If you do it, he won't complain, no?

It's only until the next cardiologist check-up.

After, I swear we'll hire someone.

Okay, I'll work nights there and then come here.

I spend my life here too!

-I don't feel sorry for you. -I wasn't trying.

-I don't complain. -Nobody said you did.

-Just in case. -You're such a jerk.

-Mum, what's all this dripping? -We have a leak, that's what.

Can you watch the beef?

-The hobs are too hot. -I'll turn them down.

-How are the brains, Olga? -Almost ready.

Mum, take this.

-Okay. Regi. -Yeah?

Clean this up...

Damn...

-Àlex. -Listen, Cristòbal.

There's a water leak in the building

dripping into the restaurant. A lot of water.

-I'll take care of it later. -It's from the Olivers' flat.

They moved out.

It must be another flat. That one's empty.

I'm telling you I'm here, and there's water coming out.

Send somebody, it's dripping down.

I don't want it to fuck up the party tonight.

-I'll send someone. -Send someone now.

Okay, It'll be fixed by tonight.

Mauri, we'll set a few extra tables for the party.

Nice one.

-Rita, has your mum left? -No, she's outside.

Hey, careful...

-Hi, there! -Hi, Dad.

Let's see you twirl! Did you see Gran?

-No! -Go and see her.

-Hello to you too! -Hi, Àlex.

Staying for dinner?

-Depends on the menu. -Delicious pig's trotters.

-I don't eat pork. -Go on!

-Marta's waiting for you. -Shit...

Rita, is there anything I can eat?

-How are you? -Exhausted.

I'll take Rita home to change. How about you?

I'll come straight from work.

-They better let you out early. -They better.

-What do you want? -Cristòbal.

-You're taking too long. -I can't find a plumber.

Let me look.

Come and turn off the main. You can call a plumber later.

I'm out of the city.

I'll see you at the party. -Oh, okay. Bye.

What is it?

-I want this all to be over. -You're almost there.

Right, the investors. What needs doing?

Just formalities. An appraiser has to come.

Okay...

Then we meet with Cristòbal to show them the property.

-Great. -Okay?

I'm going to work, okay?

If I have to leave early for dinner, I better get going.

Want it?

-Have you had lunch? -No, but this way I can get on with work.

Wait here.

-Àlex... -No, you never eat lunch.

You're burning it! I'm taking this, Olga.

This paella is looking good!

How about it?

Forty minutes for lunch, let's stop.

Hey there!

Àlex.

I thought you'd gone.

-Here. -What is it?

Rice, and eat it all, because you hardly ever do.

I will.

Shall we tell your parents today? -No...

It's not confirmed yet, you know?

-Yes. -Careful on the motorbike.

-I won't... -Bye.

Bye.

...in the warehouse. In the back.

NOT FOR SALE

Hey, a toast.

We'll be busy with the party later.

Yes.

-A toast to what? -To Can Mosques.

Hang on. To Can Mosques!

Cheers, cheers.

In the eye.

-Cheers! -Cheers!

And to Lluís, you gave us quite a shock.

Yes, I was terrified. I told the doctor:

"Now you tell me to stop smoking, drinking and fucking, right?"

She looked me in the eye and said:

"No more sparkling water."

Water...

I must be fine!

But he won't leave his dick alone. It's good for your heart.

You're shameless.

-Always the same. -He doesn't even realise...

What?

We're eating and you talk about...

Fine... We have an anniversary gift.

-No gifts, the restaurant is everyone's. -No trips.

No, we got the hint about the cruise.

Instead of a gift, we can call it news.

We have to wait for Marta.

-Yes. -No, tell us now.

No, Mum. Don't fuel the fire.

Drop it.

-Tell me. -You want to know, you gossip.

Fine, I'll tell you. We met with the Clarissós.

Listen up, everybody.

The other day, we had a meeting with the Clarissós.

-Well, your mum did. -And?

This family, and all of you, can start to relax a little

because after 100 years...

we're buying Can Mosques.

What do you mean?

The fucking restaurant is yours, Dad!

We're buying Can Mosques! Come here!

If we buy it, no one will be able to get rid of us!

Congratulations!

Why do the Clarissós want to sell now?

We changed our strategy,

Marta should explain she organised it all.

-What does that mean? -Okay, I'll explain.

They're accepting 300,000 for the restaurant

but they don't have the money to divide and sell the building in parts.

They're broke.

The Clarissós have a lot of properties but they also have a lot of debt.

Marta committed to finding the 200,000 euros

for the division and they discount it from the restaurant.

No, that's not right.

No, they don't discount anything.

We'll let you talk about this in private.

I'll start prepping so we don't run out of time.

Coming?

No, you stay here, it'll be yours one day...

We'll see about that.

-You won't have kids. -Who knows?

We can't advance the money for nothing in return.

What if something happens to the Clarissós?

We're not advancing anything, Mum.

It's much better than that, Marta has found some investors

to pay for the division. Investors, not us.

-Investors... -Yes, yes.

They're buying the rest of the building so we've offered 900,000 euros

of which we pay 300 and they pay 600, plus Cristòbal's commission.

-But, 900,000? -Yes, 900,000.

The Clarissós will be able to tour the world a few times.

No cruises, I'll tell them.

You're a big mouth, you'll answer to Marta.