Synopsis: The small, everyday stories of a group of neighbours who live in a suburb of Barcelona, and the little secrets that they hide.
Genre: Comedy, Drama
Production: Castelao Productions
  9 wins & 9 nominations.
94 min


Who'd leave their dog...?

What a lovely boy.

Come here.

Come on.

Why are you doing that

when there are other things to do?

We need some omelets.

Do one with cod, one with garlic...

and two with potatoes,

one without onion.

Did you get the pickled tuna?

-All right, I'll do it.


Shit, I can't cope.

I'm still hung over

from last night.

I feel awful.

I didn't sleep a wink.

We'll need things

for your birthday party.

Shit, let me recover before

we talk about that, will you?

Its only a few days away.

I'll look after the catering.

-You're getting too old for things.

-Screw you.

I got the tent. Its fantastic,

big enough for three.

-Did you get the sleeping bags?

-Not yet.

Where did you say

the campsite was?

A mile from Benicassim,

near the festival.

And full of Italian chicks.

Didn't you prefer Dutch girls?

They're sluts. Their folks give them

contraceptives when they reach 13.

But they come in June with the

German girls, who have bigger tits.

In July, English girls. They get

drunk and f*ck anything that moves.

In August, the Italian

and French girls.

They're tighter but not bad.

Pizza and champagne, kid!

If you don't get laid in Spain in

summer its because you're stupid.


You're out of your head.

-1OOg of ham. Anything else?

-No, dear. Here.

-Your pension goes a long way.

-I can't even feed the cats with it.

This is savings.

-Careful with this 2O cent piece.

-All this progress...

...and we go back to cents.

-I haven't seen Mariano lately.

-How is he?

-Fine. Just fine.

He doesn't like the heat

so he stays in.


-Maybe it'll turn cooler soon.

He hates this heat. Bye.



My turn. 4OOg of chickpeas,

some olives...

and some cheap anchovies.

I've got no savings.

You heard Conchi. You can't live

on the pension they give you.

-And no kids to help her out.

-Maybe thats why she has savings.

Its just the two of them.

With my three I spend everything.

You're only happy

when you're complaining.

Its all right for Raquel.

She's on her own. Its two years

since Santi left you, right?

I mean... since you split up.

Thats it. Anything else?

No, nothing else.

Lolo, the coffee's boiling over.

You're losing it, mate!

Here's your tuna roll.

Don't you start too!

-Whats the matter?

-I'm on my own!

-What about Rosalia?

-She's gone shopping.

-Do I get that cuttlefish or what?

-Its coming, damnit!


Rosalia, where are you?


Shit, Rosalla,

there's a lot to do.

Well listen...

When you stop sulking...

get some anchovies

and bring them over.

Four weeks on a ship? Shit!

My folks preferred four weeks

on a ship to starving.

-Your health, sir.


Its hot, isn't it?

I've got cancer.

And, to cap it all,

the doctor says stop smoking.

-Know what I said to him?


"Doctor, why wipe my ass

if I'm already in the toilet?"

Thats telling him!

I've got...

maybe two months.

And with this heat,

its going to be pretty bad.

Yeah, its too hot.

Its the ozone layer.

They've started giving me drugs.

So I won't realize.

They give you drugs?

Thats fucking great!

Mariano, put the cigarette out.

-What are you doing here?

-Nothing. I...

Nothing, woman.

The boy's keeping me company.

Come here, Opo.

-You know I don't want you here.

-I like talking to Mariano.

I came for something special.

Its Cesar's birthday.

He's getting older. And with

supply and demand how it is...

I wouldn't want

to end up with nothing.

-What do you want?

-3O "Mitsubishis".

3O "Mitsubishis"?

My goodness. Thats a lot.

-There are a lot of us.

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