Celos

JEALOUSY:

I toss my hair in the wind,

I toss my hair, I toss my hair,

and I move my hips

as I dance over the ground.

I toss my hair, I toss my hair...

And he's on the road.

We should bring in the washing.

Will you help me?

We're Iooking for a song

about the rain, Iisteners,...

...because right now

it's absoIuteIy pouring down.

Once again the weatherman

has been surprised...

...by this cIimatic phenomenon

which is so common here.

And it's worsened by the fact

that we have haiIstones too.

Yes, it's actually haiIing now.

Do you want to hear it?

Our windows will hoId up, but

the orange bIossom is in danger.

Arturo seems to have found

a very appropriate song.

"Singing in the rain"?

Forget it, Arturo.

ls Antonio on the road?

I'll get it.

Why are you out in this weather?

Come in.

What's up with you now?

-Come on.

-Your bosom buddy.

Did the roof fall in?

What brings you here?

Something must be up.

St. Pancras came to see me

and he said I'm going to get...

...hitched in church!

Dressed in white, like her.

Come with me.

That idiot finally got around

to proposing. lt was so funny.

He'd just balanced the till.

He was stuttering,...

...his crotch was swollen,

he was shaking like a jelly,...

...and he couldn't take

his eyes off my legs,...

...because at that moment I just

happened to be fixing my tights.

Were you pulling up your tights

or dropping your panties?

What would you do?

From salesclerk to owner.

When will you get tired

of being a prick-teaser?

One day, somebody's going

to cut up rough on you.

lt's them. They're the ones

who want to ball me.

As soon as I look at them

they start talking about marriage.

What can I do?

-l even show them my lame leg.

-You don't notice that in bed.

What shall I tell Andrs?

The same as you'll tell lgnacio.

-Want a bit of advice?

-Not if it's the usual one.

Listen.

When they're on top of you,...

...shout.

Shout, scratch, bite.

Come into me.

Come into me!

They flip, because what they really

want is to give you an orgasm.

-Where did you learn all that?

-From you.

Where was Antonio coming from?

From Tarragona.

-On the freeway?

-He never takes the freeway.

The radio said there was

a bad crash on the coast road.

A crash?

Don't worry, your Antonio

has a star on his ass.

-Has she seen the star?

-Be quiet.

Get back, ma'am! Get back!

Contact headquarters and see

if they can find Sergeant Ramrez.

The tachometer's wrecked.

This is what's left.

-They didn't find anything else?

-Nothing.

Listen, everyone.

You'd better turn back.

lt'll take several hours

to clear the road.

-Do we jump over the median strip?

-Then you'll have to wait.

Did any of you know the driver?

lt depends on the shift.

That truck had three drivers.

lt can't be Artemio,

he's in hospital.

-Can I look in the cab?

-Come on.

-Give me the torch.

-Here, catch.

lt's full of stuff.

You can't tell

who was at the wheel.

Luis Atienza.

Luis Atienza.

Do you know him?

A wife and three kids.

Gloria, help me with this.

-Can you give me a lift?

-Yes.

Look at this.

The past doesn't matter. What's

important is that from now on...

...you know how to make the most

of your experiences.

Love surrounds this sign

in a very special way.

There's no passion

but there is true love.

Ruling planet, the moon.

Magic color, apricot.

Days for love,

January 12, September 13...

Let's go.

Antonio!

Antonio, hold me.

-Tell me you love me.

-l love you very much, Carmen.

l was worried.

Because of a storm?

Cinderella, her prince

and the glass slipper.

Carmen.

Look.

What's this?

Why are you laughing?

What are you laughing at?

lt took a long time to get here.

The photographer promised to send

a copy to each of us.

Strangers, outsiders.

-l know nobody in the group.

-What do you mean? Look.

That's Cinta and Andrs,

when they started going out.

Who else?

Well, you know me.

How do you think I look? Younger?

A bit younger. When was

the photo taken? A year ago?

There was still nothing between us,

if that's what's worrying you.

We hadn't even met.

And who's he?

A guy. What does it matter now?

Don't you remember?

l don't want to remember.

All right, you tear it up.

Were you two involved?

No.

Really?

l swear.

l like that you're jealous.

I'll buy you another coffee.

Rosa.

Two coffees.

I've got a load of oranges for

Hamburg. I want to sleep in Lyons.

l won't stop you.

lt's just a minute.

Two coffees.

Who is he?

You want cigars?

-What's your fiance laughing at?

-That's what I want to know.

Who is he?

-Who's who?

-The good looker with the earring.

F*** it. I introduce you

to the prettiest girl in town,...

...the smartest, kindest

and sweetest girl,...

...and a month before the wedding

you start doubting.

-You need a good kicking.

-Doubting?

There's no f***ing doubting.

l don't have any doubts.

l just want to know who's the guy

embracing my fiance.

-Who is he?

-He's nobody.

The friend of a friend,

the cousin of a cousin.

l don't f***ing know.

He's nobody.

-He doesn't have a name?

-No.

He doesn't.

And he isn't embracing her.

He's got his arm around

her shoulder, that's all.

What about you?

You don't have a photo of Rosa

with your hand on her crotch?

That's history.

Exactly.

That's exactly what it is.

History.

You said it.

So long.

l know what happens

in these cases.

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