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MADRID, 1999
♪ Let's go ♪
♪ Let's go, make it hot ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ Let's go ♪
♪ Say what? ♪
-♪ Let's go ♪ -♪ Everybody dance now ♪
♪ Rock this party Dance, everybody ♪
♪ Make it hot in this party Don't stop, move your body ♪
♪ Rock this party ♪
♪ Dance, everybody Make it hot in this party ♪
♪ Everybody dance now ♪
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Seriously, my mom almost said no.
-You know how she is. -And my dad?
He thought the world was ending because of Y2K and told my mom he's gay.
-I told you so. -What, your dad's gay?
-It's like saying Ricky Martin's gay. -Ricky Martin gay? Can you imagine?
Roge.
Hi. I'm looking for a girl.
What girl?
You.
What the hell are you doing?
Do you know how much fat, dandruff and sweat accumulates in here?
Fuck, Roge.
We're going to sleep for a week on filthy cots, at parks, the beach...
No worries, I have extra.
Sandwiches.
Omelet and mayo, or mortadella and cheese.
Mortadella and cheese.
-What kind of cheese? -Processed.
That makes me sick. Give me the omelet one.
Are you having dinner?
I brought dessert.
Oh, my!
-Seriously? -You don't want any, right?
No way, this time...
Dude, they hide this up the ass.
Sure, but wrapped in plastic.
Watch out!
Hilarious!
Suck it.
-Come on. -Juan Luis... Don't touch!
Don't touch!
Take it easy.
Next station, Paris.
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey!
Juan Luis! Juan Luis!
And we could...
I have diarrhea, bro.
I think the mayo was bad.
Roge!
They tied me up while I was sleeping! They took the backpacks!
-Shit! The tickets, the passports! -The money and my clothes!
-My Game Boy! -Hey, it's them! Look!
-It's them! -Hey! Assholes!
-Hey! -Motherfuckers!
Hey, don't leave me here, you assholes! Hey!
Assholes!
Our backpacks!
Get them!
Hey! Hey!
-Did you catch them? -Are you daft? Do you see the backpacks?
Don't talk to me like that, it's not my fault.
Who was sitting in our seats?
They took them because of you.
-And where were you? -Have you seen them?
Smart-ass! Where were you?
I was sick, the mayo was bad!
Let's call the police, they'll write a letter of transit.
The fucking journey is over.
All my savings were in the backpack!
Where's Roge?
20 YEARS LATER
I'm in the bread aisle.
I don't want rye bread, my dear. It gives me gas.
I'll get it right now.
I'm beside the apples. Gala or Fuji?
Is it that hard to pick apples?
I don't know, red apples.
Did you call me just for this?
-Last time I brought Conference pears... -I'm working.
...and you wanted common pears, so I'm confused.
Listen!
What's wrong with the baby? He's crying. What did you do?
No, I mean...
Javier's asleep. Someone else's kid is here.
Give him the pacifier.
Cris, honey. That's not real food.
It is, Daddy.
-I can touch it. -And it has a lot of sugar too.
Yes! Yummy!
No. Sugar is bad.
No, Daddy. Broccoli is bad!
Sugar is good.
Honey, don't you know the difference between "like" and "love"?
Sure, of course. I don't like broccoli, and I love sugar.
Rogelio, I can't hear you.
Rogelio, I'm here! Hello.
We should talk about Cris's bilingual school.
She's very confused.
I could teach her languages at home.
-I'm good at that. -Seriously, just accept it,
you have no fucking idea how to speak English!
Don't waste my time! I'm working!
I have to hang up. I have another call.
Yes, bye. Bye. Hello?
Pardon?
Pepo, Eric and I were...
Can we talk?
Sure, you can talk and sing.
No. We need to talk to you.
What's up?
We have exams and we're exhausted.
Have you tried Ritalin? It's something I take for depression.
But it's good for everything.
We didn't sleep last night. We haven't slept in a week.
You study a lot.
I like it.
I was a dropout because I'm a genius.
We haven't slept because of you.
Because you spend the whole night making noise.
A lot.
And you're messy and you don't pay rent!
You're three months behind and we can't cover for you anymore.
Good morning.
He says you are going to pay.
-Who does he think he is? -We're not buying him a whore.
-Sorry, madam. -She's not a whore.
She's my Portuguese teacher.
For coming here, 10.
For the hand job, 20.
For the black kiss, 35.
-And for the golden shower-- -Okay, okay.
-Just give us the grand total. -Do you want an invoice?
If so, I have to include the tax.
Yes, speaking.
Hello.
Careful, careful.
If somebody spots
a Chachapoyan idol outside of a museum, we're in trouble.
Of course.
Can you get me a bronze sculpture of the Mochica culture?
I don't know.
It was hard getting a Mayan sculpture.
Getting a Mochete...
It's going to be very difficult and more expensive.
Yes, I understand. Makes sense.
I'll let you know next week. Eh?
I have to go.
And don't exhibit it for at least a year or so.
We could have big problems.
Of course.
Bye.
Fuck.
Fucking Chinese counterfeit.
Two euros wasted.
Hello?
Yes, speaking.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
Costa, is that you?
-Pepo? -Yes!
Oh, my!
Well, how are things? What do you do?
Student apartments.
Oh, you rent them.
Yes, till they kick me out for not paying.
No, I mean, for a living.
Yes, for living. Also in offices.
I review video games.
No one publishes them, but I do them anyway.
I also receive a government subsidy.
Because...
Because a few things.
Fuck.
What a bummer about Juan Luis.
Terrible.
Do you know how...?
No, I don't.
-Do you know? -No, I don't.
Life's short.
They called you too.
Fuck.
Roge, you look good, so handsome.
Thanks, bro.
You look...
The same.
And me?
Do I look younger or what?
Sure. Like Benjamin Button.
Brad Pitt.
-Or so I've been told. -You look awesome.
-We're better off than Juan Luis, anyway. -For sure.
Who would have thought?
-Do you know what happened? -That's what we were discussing.
So what, then?
That's what we were discussing. We don't know.
Please, follow me.
Mr. Toledano wanted this notebook to be given to you in person.
And in his will,
Mr. Toledano said:
-"I would like my three--" -One moment.
Who is this Mr. Toledano?
Who do you think? Juan Luis.
Oh, sorry.
Juan Luis Toledano is the testator, and you are his beneficiaries, correct?
Juan Luis is the deceased, and we are the heirs to his notebook.
Correct. I'll continue.
"I would like my three best ex-friends, Fernando Costa Leiba,
Rogelio Villar Copete and José Palomar Rus,
to continue the journey we didn't finish 20 years ago.
The Interrail."
I have to pass.
I have a lot of business going on and I can't leave.
I wouldn't do it even if I could.
If I don't have to pay the ticket, I'm in.
Of course not, Mr. Toledano thought of it. Here are your tickets.
Ah.
What a shame. With the names printed, you can't resell them.
Fuck, let's do it.
Pepo, we haven't talked in 20 years for a reason.
I agree.
I couldn't stand you then or now.
This is his revenge for leaving him high and dry.
What did you say? "Leaving him high and dry"?
Leaving whom? Him?
-Come on... -Juan Luis.
You left me high and dry. I ended up in Germany.
-To make matters worse... -Shall I continue?
You're not being forced to take the trip.
I'm just reading Mr. Toledano's final wishes
and then you can do whatever you want.
The testator bequeaths you his fortune,
but he wants you to take this trip.
-Did you say, "His fortune"? -Mm-hm.
The toaster is Juan Luis, right?
So then how much of a fortune?
It's...
600,000 euros.
Shall I continue?
"Guys, I won the lottery.
I'm very sick.
I can't enjoy the money nor waste it on trying to get better."
And his family?
"As you well know, I'm an only child.
-My parents died, and I don't--" -Poor Conchi.
-Mmm. She hated me. -Well, everybody hated you.
"And I'm single,
with no kids."
Let's see.
We take the trip and we get the money.
Hm. First, you have to listen to some clauses, but that's right.
I knew it--
I'll keep reading.
-"One--" -To rule them all.
"I would like you three to take the trip.
Two.
Follow the itinerary in the notebook.
Three. Upload a video on social media of each stage.
Four. Come back here,
to this office,
next Thursday before 6 p.m.,
when the money will be deposited into your mutual account.
Next Thursday, that's next week.
It's a little rushed, no?
Well, Mr. Toledano didn't die as quickly as expected,
reducing the amount of time for you to take the trip.
-Let's go, we have to get ready-- -No, wait.
"And five. You have to take me with you."
Okay, sure.
Not me.
♪ Whoa, get ready, bam-a-lam Whoa, get ready, bam-a-lam ♪
♪ Whoa, get ready, bam-a-lam Get ready to ride ♪
Holy shit, 200,000 euros each!
And a free trip!
-I can improve my languages! -Guys, we don't have time.
Let's go home, pack, then run to the station.
No, no, no.
My wife can't know about this.
If I tell her, she won't let me go.
Your wife won't let you go on a trip that will earn you 200,000?
She would let me go to earn the money,
and once the money is in the bank, she would divorce me and get everything.
She hates me. I don't know why, but she hates me.
That's it. Get a divorce today.
I can't. I have to take care of my children.
Why do you think she allows me to live at home?
Do you know how expensive a babysitter is? I'm cheaper.
I don't know what's going on there, but you're coming with us.
-Even by force. -Should I talk to her?
I'm not going.
If I earn that money, it means the end of my marriage, and my family is more--
-What are you doing? -Roge, when have you seen so much money?
It's what our friend wanted.
I loved him as a brother.
We have to respect Juan Luis Torrebejano's final wishes.
-Toledano. -Toledano.
How are we doing it?
Come on.
We're leaving.
Where the hell are you?
I have to take Cris to judo.
Hello. Is this Rogelio Villar's wife?
I'm calling from--
What are you saying? I can't understand you. Are you drunk?
Don't make voices, you sound like a fucking Muppet.
-So she can't recognize me. -She doesn't even know you.
-That's true. -Stop the nonsense, I don't have all day.
Silence! Am I speaking to Rogelio Villar's wife?
Yes, that's me.
My stupid husband has forgotten his cell phone again.
Shut up, you bitch!
How rude!
We have kidnapped your husband. Don't call the police.
Kidnapped?
I won't give you any money.
Nothing.
We don't want any money.
We want him as a sex slave.
We want him to suck our balls for a week.
One week? No way.
Somebody has to take care of the kids. Babysitters are expensive.
Of course.
No worries, we'll find a solution.
And for free. That's it. Problem solved.
♪ Whoa, get ready, bam-a-lam Whoa, get ready, bam-a-lam ♪
♪ Get ready to ride ♪
♪ Get ready worldwide ♪
Fuck.
Twenty years ago, I promised not to travel with you again.
Breaking a promise for 600,000 bucks isn't such a bad deal.
Sure, but you have to deduct what I spent on clothes and the backpack. We agreed.
So don't make a fuss later.
-We have to pay to Tiffany. -You could have accepted Pepo's clothes.
I'm not wearing his underwear.
Stop complaining, I paid for the expenses and I'll subtract it from the total.
This train is full of chicks. This is paradise, Roge.
If you are a sugar daddy, yes, this is paradise.
Hello, I'm looking for a girl.
-Who, your daughter? -What?
"Your daughter"? What do you mean, "Your daughter"?
-People are waiting. -Why...?
-Do I look like a dad to you? -Don't listen to them. You look great.
Come on, man.
Me a dad? No way.
Over here?
Those two.
Wrapping the seat in plastic wrap didn't work so well for you, right?
Don't make me talk, I don't want to argue.
Relax, it was a joke.
Beer?
-We don't know what they have abroad. -Is that what this is?
A joke? Those crooks tied me up and you left me there.
I ended up in Zürich. Alone, with no passport and no money.
Thank God, I speak German. I've always been good at languages.
-But also... -We were robbed,
and we ran after them.
-That's no reason to stop talking to us. -You stopped talking to us too.
You were supposed to look after the backpacks.
-I had all my money in there. -Mine too.
But I didn't have a lot.
And I had the runs.
The mayo was...
-What about you? -I shit myself!
I shit myself after leaving Paris. I shit all the way.
I shit myself.
And everybody in coach had to leave. The smell was unbearable.
I traveled wrapped in plastic wrap for six hours.
Seven, if you count the hour the police took to help me out.
And two more hours being hosed down
and then sent to jail.
Assholes.
Roge...
Five years...
Five years of therapy.
To forget that experience and you all. And here I am again.
With the trauma and with you.
Thanks to our friend Juan Luis,
his illness and his 600,000 euros.
Sandwiches anyone?
Here we are again.
Like 20 years ago.
Yes, but more burnt out. Especially Juan Luis.
I was never here.
Let's forget about that.
Paris is waiting. The City of Love.
Did you create an Instagram account?
Yes, and I blocked my wife and everyone else I know.
This is the plan:
We look for a locker, we leave the luggage,
and get on with it. Where to first?
We have to see the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre and Notre Dame.
-And visit at least one of them. -What a plan.
-We look like retirees. -Tell that to your friend.
-Costa, it's like a geezer's itinerary. -I meant, this friend.
He organized everything.
That's another story. Do I have to carry him the whole trip?
I'm surprised he says that we have to visit "at least" one of them.
Why not all three of them?
METROPOLITAN
-Hurry up! -We have time!
As an art expert, I tell you,
this is fucking awesome.
This is like the Aqueduct of Segovia but double the size and with a ceiling.
-Oh, my... -Come on. I'll make a video.
Wait. Don't be tacky.
Let's find a place where beauty can be appreciated.
Who are you, Spielberg?
Hurry up, this is heavy.
I'm telling you.
My arms are sore from carrying him.
Oh, my.
-Didn't the Hunchback live here? -Yeah.
The French are very uptight, but this is a mess.
There might be a strike. They love strikes.
If we tossed Juan Luis's ashes here, he'd go unnoticed.
These ceilings are too high for the Hunchback.
Look at the rose windows. It's gorgeous.
Oh. Oh.
-This is the place. -Come on, stand there.
"Record video."
Gross.
Let's say something in French.
Alain Delon!
-They're closing. -Let's head to the station.
The cell just died. Thank God, we recorded the video.
Just in time.
A massive fire is destroying the Notre Dame cathedral in Paris.
Firefighters are unable
to control the spread of the fire.
Could be related to the renovations...
Look at them, instead of fucking their brains out,
they're glued to their cells.
Speaking of cells, I have to post the video now.
Hi, I'm looking for a girl.
Can I sit?
You just did.
Can I ask you a question?
-That's two questions. -Oh, my.
How is it possible you were at the Eiffel Tower,
the Louvre and the Notre Dame all in the same day?
-Have you been following me? -No, I haven't.
-I saw your photos. -You've been spying over my shoulder?
-Are you a stalker? -What the hell? Come on.
I was putting my luggage up and I caught a glimpse...
-I'm messing with you. -Hilarious.
-Don't get mad. I'm Lisa. -Costa.
Costa is my family name. My friends-- You can call me--
-Costa. -Costa.
I visited all those places
-after making a plan. -The queues were massive.
They are during peak hours.
Can't you plan?
Well, we did a lot of things.
First, we got hydrated.
A lot. Later, as responsible adults, we went for a walk.
We visited famous places. It's rewarding to learn about other cultures.
We mingled with the locals, male and female.
Especially the females, don't get me wrong.
My friend Roge is very social.
We called it an early night at the hotel, to rest and to shower.
We had a healthy, balanced breakfast, and then we headed to the Eiffel Tower.
We had a good... plan.
Hi, they let me write you a message. I'm fine. And you?
So, what do you do? Do you have any hobbies?
Fuck, they killed me!
What were you saying?
-Do you have any hobbies? -Sure, pinball machines. They are awesome.
Pinball machines are like life itself.
You are the ball. When you're born, you're shot out.
Then you hit the bumpers, they are life's problems,
and you score points, you learn from your problems.
And the same way you go up, you go down,
and you fall in the fucking hole, then you are dead.
Guys, tomorrow in Prague, we need to have a plan.
-Do we have to visit many places? -No, only the party area.
That's my Juan Luis.
What an asshole. It's obvious he went last year with his parents
and saw all the architectural wonders.
Charles Bridge, spectacular.
The Clementinum, the Astronomical Clock...
It's beautiful... Fuck off.
Do I have to carry the urn the whole time?
We could have left it in the locker.
It's not an urn, it's Juan Luis, and that's how we'll refer to it.
Okay, but Juan Luis is heavy.
-Much better. -Do you carry him all day?
No fucking way. After lunch, it's your turn.
-Can I borrow the suspenders? -If you behave.
Should we rent some bikes?
It will take longer. Find the place, the paperwork...
But they're free, like the scooters in Madrid.
-Costa, scooters are not free. -Look, there are three over there.
Great. I'll carry Juan Luis.
-Be careful. -Sure thing. Let's go.
Come on, guys.
Hey! They stole our bikes.
-Hey! -Hey!
Hey, Pepo, not so fast!
Hey!
Look, there should be good bars.
You mean, chocolate bars? This is Prague, not Switzerland.
-What about some weed? -That sounds great.
And where the hell
are you going to buy weed? We are not in Amsterdam.
Hello, Spanish?
Spaniards.
-What do you want? -Me Jaroslav.
I can sell to you
something much, much better
than what other people sell.
Look, Olav.
My name's Jaroslav, not Olav.
Okay. Jaroslav, we are tourists, but we are not stupid.
I've had my share of dealing with people like you.
If you think that you can rip us off,
you are dead wrong.
Do you want drugs or not?
Olav is the best.
Here.
What is this?
What do you think it is? Don't be daft. They're magic truffles.
Magic truffles? Who do you think we are, Harry Potter?
-And what do you think this is? -Eh?
I need to pee.
What are you doing? It has to last the whole trip. He ate the whole...
Hello?
Mmm?
-Tina? -Madam, it's for you.
-Who is this? -Tina.
It's me, Roge.
Oh, my. Did they let you go?
No, but they allowed me to make a call. They'll let me go on Thursday.
No, on Friday. Yes, on Friday.
Tina?
Dear?
-Hello? -I'm here. What?
I sent you a message yesterday and you didn't reply.
Oh, I went to the cinema with Tiffany and the kids.
-But you were online. -I told you we were at the cinema.
But...
-Tiffany is the best. -Tiffany?
She's great with the kids, the house, with me.
-Is that so? -And her massages are...
We're going to Pilates class, your timing is the worst.
Speak to you later, or tomorrow.
I was kidnapped.
Fuck, you look like shit.
-Is the truffle making you sick? -No.
I'm fine.
That's it. The restroom is disgusting
and you remembered when you shit yourself.
That's not it. I'm fine. I'm fine.
It's Juan Luis. Remembering him made you sad.
-It's Tina. -Tina Turner is dead?
What a shame. I used to think of her when jerking off.
Such memories. In the living room with my parents.
-In front of your parents? -Through the pocket.
I made a hole in my pants, I put my hand inside...
I jerked off at funerals.
Tina is my wife.
Ah. So Tina Turner is still alive. Thank God.
Do you miss her?
She doesn't miss me.
Not even Cris or Javier miss me.
-Are they your lovers? -My kids.
-You have kids? -Your friend is taking care of them.
-Apparently, she's better than me. -I thought they were dogs.
I told you they were my kids.
Some assholes call their dogs their kids.
Do you know what? Real kids are also called kids.
Roge, forgive me.
You know I'm an asshole.
It's okay.
I missed you.
And I missed you too. And even him.
I've missed you for 20 years.
I never had friends like you again.
I haven't had any friends since you.
Come here...
Come on.
Thanks, guys.
That's it.
Let's go party.
Do you know who told me where an awesome rave is tonight?
Who?
Jaroslav!
Come on.
Hey, it's awesome, right?
I think this guy ripped us off.
These truffles are useless.
Maybe it takes time for them to work.
I think I feel something.
We need to take it easy. We can't miss the train to Berlin.
We can't miss the train to Berlin. Roge?
The ground is so soft.
You, motherfucker.
Juan Luis, why'd you say that?
I know what you want to do.
How do you know?
I'm a hallucination straight from your head, asshole.
Tina?
-I know exactly what you're thinking. -What am I thinking right now?
You want to rip your friends off.
That's not it, smart-ass.
Instead of giving the notary the account number we opened,
I'll give them my account number instead and I'll get all the money.
That's what I said.
Mmm.
Come on, Costa, you're an asshole and you know it.
They don't need the money, I do.
-You can't steal from your friends. -Roge's money was for his wife,
what a bitch.
And Pepo was going to waste it on whores and video games.
That's true.
I'm going to invest it right. I'm going to live like a king.
Hello, Mr. King?
Holy shit.
What are you looking at?
Cover yourself, please.
Tina!
So you are traveling like teenagers
to fulfill the last wish of a friend you hadn't seen in 20 years.
Juan Luis, the deceased.
We know exactly where Juan Luis is.
What about the other two?
And you need to take a train to Berlin tomorrow,
-to follow the itinerary. -We have to follow the itinerary.
Where are Roge and Pepo?
SUPER PEPO QUEST
Tina, cover yourself.
Tina, listen.
Give me your cell and I'll help you find them.
Um, what's your password? Okay.
Mmm. One, one...
one...
One?
Please, come down.
Tina, come down!
Tina, everybody is looking at you! Tina!
-Is that them? -Here they are.
Um...
Okay.
I'll look for them. Don't go anywhere, just in case they turn up.
Okay? Are you okay?
Sure?
She's beautiful.
Juan Luis, we can't miss the train to Berlin. Eh?
It's so soft.
Look who's here.
Not so fast, I'm getting sick.
It's better if we walk.
Fuck.
My brain is liquified. How long have you been awake?
Roge?
Roge.
Roge?
Roge.
Roge, please.
Asshole, you scared me.
What is this?
Lisa 5 missed calls
Hey, I was worried. When I came back, you were gone.
Sorry, I just...
I can't remember anything.
No wonder, Mr. Magic Truffle. So did you find your friends?
Yes, I found them.
I'm so glad. But you should have called.
I spent the whole night looking for you.
Sorry. I'm in the train with them.
-We're headed to Berlin. -Seriously? I'm on the same train.
Buy me a Danish, I'm in the cafeteria.
Sure, of course. On my way.
If you're as high as last night, you'll see me on top of a unicorn.
Hilarious.
Gross.
-Where are you? -Where are you?
-In the cafeteria. -In the cafeteria.
-I can't see you. -I can't see you.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Roge, Roge, wake up!
-Come on. Pepo, wake up! -My head. Don't scream.
Pepo, wake up! Fuck!
What's up? Are we there yet?
Yes, we're there. But I don't know where!
Transylvania! Transylvania!
Wasn't this an imaginary place?
What the hell are we gonna do now? We have to record a video in Berlin.
Forget about it. We'll miss a day. Forget about Croatia, Italy...
And forget about the 600,000 bucks.
I like this place though.
All decrepit, it's cool.
It's all my fault. Mea culpa.
I'm an asshole.
-That's not the reason we're here. -What is it, then?
Listen, Costa.
I haven't had a crazy night with my friends in 20 years.
Screw the hangover, the blackouts and my wife's attitude.
Screw Juan Luis's money.
Let's have fun. Come on, cheer up.
I had a great night, I think. I don't remember it very well.
Excuse me.
Hey. Yeah.
What did you do last night?
I was in an arcade, and I beat the record on a pinball machine. I think.
And you?
I think I saw my wife dancing half naked.
Why didn't you tell me?
Why would you want to see my wife dancing half naked?
No. It's just curiosity. I don't know her.
Of course. You don't know her. Makes sense.
-Sure. -Where do we have to do the videos?
-In Berlin. -Yeah, I know. Where?
At the wall and in a sausage contest.
I love those huge sausages that look like dicks.
Yeah, the Weisswurt.
Yeah, and these great German pastries.
Yes, the strudels.
By the way, what would you rather do?
Sit on a pastry and eat a dick,
or eat a pastry and sit on a dick?
Huh?
Does the pastry have lactose?
Stop talking about dicks and focus on the trip.
-Do we have to shoot it somewhere else? -No. Wall and sausages.
Wall and sausages.
Juan Luis knew that after Prague, we weren't going to do shit.
Pfft.
Guys, we're in Berlin.
Damn, it's not so difficult.
My friend is in Berlin, at the sausage contest.
She's going to shoot a video there.
And she'll finish it with a whip pan.
Whoosh! And then we can start the video with a movement like this.
And we record ourselves eating sausages. It'll look like we're in Berlin.
I don't get it.
Your friend is very nice, but this isn't going to work.
She says there's an amazing app, we can edit it in a jiffy.
I already downloaded it.
Look! She sent the video.
-Well... -Fuck, yeah! What?
Let's do it. Boss!
Three-- What is "sausage" in Romanian?
Uh, cheskaposka.
Three cheskaposkas.
Cheskaposka?
Cheskaposka!
You made that up, dickhead.
When is your friend going to send you the video of the Berlin Wall?
I didn't ask her for one.
What the fuck do we do? Build a wall ourselves?
No. It'll be much easier.
Come on.
It's this way.
Okay.
Where the fuck did you take us, Costa?
It looks like Callejeros Viajeros.
No, it looks like Cannibal Holocaust.
Do you think they survived the holocaust?
We're the ones who aren't going to survive.
Guys, do you really not know where we are? Look.
Welcome to Berlin!
Here it is. The fucking wall.
See? The holocaust.
You're hilarious.
-Roge, Roge! -Hey, Gute Nacht from Berlin!
-I'm out of frame! Whoo! -Costa, look! Costa!
See? I told you it was going to look good.
Yes. Beautiful.
But let's go before we're robbed, raped, killed, and eaten.
I can't be raped.
I can close my butthole at will. It's like a cigar cutter.
Look up the departure time of the next train.
-It departs at 4:30. -In the afternoon?
Yes, tomorrow afternoon!
Fuck!
What the hell do we do?
Ow!
Do you want some?
Oh.
-No. -All right.
Look how they like eating bat.
It's the one I made yesterday for the dogs?
No, they're the leftovers from last week. The dogs don't want it anymore.
See? They're good people. They're offering you their food.
Eat up, don't offend them.
Who knows what kind of food it is.
Maybe it's dog meat. I haven't seen any around.
If it's dog meat, it's very tasty.
Gross.
Ugh.
Here. If you order this in a restaurant in Spain, they charge you a fortune.
And a thin breading, ma'am. Delicious.
They even ate the dirt layers.
Poor boys.
They must have suffered a lot in their country to immigrate here.
Pepo, do you want more?
If you give food to the refugees, they stay and take our jobs.
It's good, isn't it? Uh-huh.
Are these local spices?
Food fit for a king.
Romania is actually cool.
And Romanians seem nicer than the Czechs.
It says the station is one mile away.
Let's go. We need to get to Rome tomorrow and we're so far way.
One mile is not that far away.
Far away from Rome, idiot.
Hey. Wait. I'm going to buy something for Juan Luis.
It makes me very happy that we're friends again.
I thought we were going to come to blows on this trip.
Especially after what happened in Paris 20 years ago.
If Costa had done that to me, we would've come to blows for sure.
-Done what? -What he did to you.
What did he do to me?
Look. What...?
What do you think?
GERMANY
I know. If we were in Germany, it would say "Deutschland." Right?
-You're a son of a bitch. -It's not so bad.
Go to hell.
-What's wrong with him? -What's wrong? Pepo told me everything.
-Everything. -Told you what?
You were the one who tied me to the seat and left me there, not the thieves.
-Listen, Roge... -No, I won't listen to you.
But, Roge, man.
Roge, that was a long time ago.
Yes, I fucked up. I'm sorry.
Man, we're so close to it.
Are we going to mess it up for what we did 20 years ago?
No. You're the one who messed everything up.
You were a jerk back then and you still are.
What? You didn't play any pranks?
-No. -No?
Who painted on my back a dick with sunscreen in Ibiza?
-I had the tan lines the whole summer. -That was fun.
To Juan Luis too. Who put a fish head in his room's a.c. unit?
It stank so much, they had to move out.
And you made me think Pepo had fucked my grandmother.
Okay. Do you know the difference?
I never left you behind.
-And what are you doing now? -Sending you to hell.
No, you're sending the money to hell.
Really? That's the only thing you care about?
What did you come here for if it's not for the money?
To recover the friendship, jerk.
And don't worry. You'll have your fucking money.
But we'll go our own way, like we used to.
Hey, Costa. About your grandmother, it was...
I know, I know. I never believed it.
Whew.
Well, then let's go. Where's Roge?
Fuck Roge.
No, come on.
Yeah, that was fun.
Yeah.
What the fuck?
Whoo!
Don't be shy.
Oh, my God. He's just the same as my uncle.
You disabled people are very sensual.
Yes, I'm very sensual. Very sexy!
Hey, Roger, do you know that Jessica's uncle is retarded too?
You can't call him retarded. You have to say "intellectually disabled."
Oh, Roger, I'm really sorry for calling you retarded.
Retarded?
No, no, no. We're fine. We're on time.
We're on time. In hour.
In our what?
No. Yes. Let's see. Listen.
Before we went to the wrong country. Yeah, the country... Rome.
So we have a tight schedule.
But everything is...
All right, okay. Okay?
-Okay! -Whoo!
Woo-hoo!
Yeah!
Yo, what are you doing with this guy?
He's disabled. And he was all alone, so...
-Her uncle is retarded. -Uh...
Sorry, disabled as well.
No, he's not disabled. He's just... Spanish.
Man, I'm sorry for the shit and leaving you behind.
Please, forgive me.
Forgive me for calling you a son of a bitch and a jerk.
And you forgive me for leaving you behind 20 years ago.
Uh, what's that smell, Roge?
Uh, it's the smell of partying.
No. Partying? We're going to party till dawn in Rome.
Hey, Van Helsing.
-Yes. -How was Transylvania?
I don't know. I was in Berlin.
Thank you for the video.
It was weird. To lie to a dead man is absurd, isn't it?
Yes. No.
Well, you seem weird to me too. And absurd.
Thank you.
Come eat lunch with us.
No. I have things to do, but we can meet for dinner.
-You and me. -Sure.
Well, guys, another round of amaretto.
Thank you.
Guys, I'm going to call my wife and tell her I'm not coming back home.
If we don't go back, we won't get the money.
No. I'm going back to Madrid, just not to my home.
Well, her house, it's in her name.
Fuck her. From now on, you'll have enough money to live wherever you want.
Hm. From now on, together forever.
-Of course. Together. -Together.
Hey, camariere. How far away is Bologna?
Bologna? Two hours by train.
When does our train depart tomorrow?
At 9 a.m.
Hey. Good bambinas.
How are you? Whoa, whoa, whoa!
♪ Forward to the floor ♪
Dinner?
Man, man. Rome. The other train is leaving.
-Why didn't you wake me up before? -You were out cold.
-Where is Pepo? -Where is he? Pepo.
-Pepo! Pepo! -Pepo! Pepo!
-Pepo. Pepo. -What's up?
-The train is leaving. -Let's go.
The key. Where is the key? I don't have it.
-We're going to miss it! -I don't have the key!
-It isn't coming out. -Pull.
Pull now.
-Fuck. Come on. -It doesn't matter.
Let's go, Costa!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Stop it!
Fuck.
Huh?
Wait.
"Take a bus to Antona. It takes almost as long. I'll wait for you at the ferry."
-Let's go. Let's go. -Where?
The ferry is going to leave in 15 minutes.
-We won't arrive at this speed. -He's walking on egg shells.
Don't worry. I'll talk to him.
Hello, good sir.
What's happening?
He had a heart attack.
Sir, what happened?
Sir, please.
Hey. Let me. Lay him down.
-A heart attack. -Let me.
-Help! -Signore!
-Sir chauffeur. -He's dead.
Please favore, wake up!
Sir chauffeur. Wake up!
-What did you do to him? -I don't know. He passed out.
If not for me, we'd be dead.
-Do you know how to drive this? -I'm an ace at GTA.
This man is dead!
He's dead! He's dead!
What shouting. And they complain Spaniards are loud.
Pepo, please, drive faster!
Costa, we have a dead man here!
If he's dead, we can't do anything.
If we stop, we miss the ferry. If we miss the ferry, we lose the money.
What?
We're doing this for a dead friend.
We aren't giving up for a nameless corpse.
-Giuseppe. -Huh?
His name is Giuseppe. It's on his tag.
Well, whatever. Drive faster and we'll arrive on time.
What the heck? He's resurrected!
Wow. Tell him to make up his mind and not to move.
Giuseppe. Giuseppe, no movere, no movere.
Here, here. Calm down, Giuseppe.
Uncle Pío told me to become a priest.
Do we have to do this during the day?
They're going to catch us.
Maybe Uncle Pío was right.
If you were a priest, you wouldn't be here annoying me now.
Take it now.
Get to work.
At night, it would look like we're transporting drugs.
But during the day, it looks like we're transporting fish.
There's no problem.
But we are transporting drugs.
No. It's fish. Fish.
-Take it easy. -Yes, but...
Who is going to believe we're transporting fish in a boat like this?
-We should've taken Dad's boat. -Dad's boat? No way.
Let's go. Let's go!
Come on. No!
-We can get there on time. We can. -No!
No. No!
-We missed it! -I drove very fast. It's Giuseppe's fault.
-He drove so slowly. -What do we do now?
Huh?
Hey. Let's see.
Hey.
Excuse me.
Hello.
What are you doing?
Uh, hi.
Good afternoon.
We're Spanish.
We're transporting our friend to Split. He's dead.
Can you take us to Split? Please? Huh?
We will give you dough.
The only "dough" here is for cookies.
You're right. He's right. True. True.
Not dough, not dough. Eurini.
Ah, Eurini. He said "eurini."
Yes. A lot of eurini.
Shit. The police.
You're the best.
I knew I could speak Italian but not so well.
The Italians are so nice. No wonder they fuck all the girls.
Well, I wouldn't say "nice." They left us these stinky boxes.
I like this smell. It reminds me of Miss Amparo.
Hey. Let's help them unload the boxes.
They did let us borrow their boat. Roge.
♪ Don't believe what you're told ♪
♪ The London streets Ain't paved with gold ♪
♪ I said, yeah, yeah You can hold us down ♪
♪ These are our streets And this is our town ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, don't believe What you're told ♪
♪ The London streets Ain't paved with gold ♪
♪ I said, yeah, yeah You can hold us down ♪
♪ These are our streets And this is our town ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, don't believe What you're told ♪
♪ The London streets Ain't paved with gold ♪
♪ I said, yeah, yeah You can hold us down ♪
♪ But these are our streets And this is our town ♪
-Roge! Are you okay? -Yes, yes, yes. The water's good.
Damn, GTA driver.
-I don't need to drop anchor, do I? -No.
Well, there's a good atmosphere here.
Oh, my God, the poor refugees.
-Do you guys need a towel? -I'm sorry, guys.
Damn, these street vendors. We don't want anything.
Fuck, no.
You speak so different from us. You sound ridiculous.
-I think it's a welcoming. -Hello.
-You think? -You need anything?
Then Croatians are more hospitable than Italians.
Hey, the Italians let us borrow a boat.
-Don't generalize. -Then more hospitable than the French.
That's true.
-What do we do now? -We have to go to the Split Festival.
Finally, we get to do something interesting on this trip.
My friend Lisa booked us a bungalow.
I knew you were going to fuck her in the end.
No, man. For us three.
No, no. I don't want a threesome. I don't like when swords cross.
And I like older women.
Pepo... Oof.
We go to the bungalow, drop the bags, then off to the festival.
I need a good shower.
I hope the bungalow is clean.
What the fuck is this?
Lisa told me it was the only available thing. You'll be fine.
We? What about you?
I'm gonna try to stay with Lisa in her caravan.
I knew you were going to fuck her.
What's up, man?
Why are you looking at me like that? We're going to be up all night.
What happened to "together forever"?
There are moments in which we need our own space.
Exactly. And that's what we don't have: space.
That's why I'm doing it, to give you more space.
It smells like coconut. It's nice.
See? Take it.
No. What are you doing? Take your bag to the caravan.
It's going to be too obvious if I go with the bag. I'll be back for it.
If you put it inside, we won't fit.
It's so weird. They left sheets, but there's no bed.
I'm going to see my friend. Wait for me around there.
There's hundreds of people here. How will you find us? By our scent?
I could, but I'd rather use Wi-Fi.
Come on. See you later.
Oof.
Hello, Julius Caesar.
Come in.
The only thing left is to record tonight's video.
We'll be back tomorrow in Madrid. Mission accomplished.
-Oh, and I have to buy the plane tickets. -And it's over?
What's over?
Did you do all the things your friend asked you?
Yes. Everything.
And it's in part thanks to you. I wanted to thank you for what you've done for us.
What better way to do it...?
Oh.
They're playing great music.
Yes. We need to hurry if we want to see Guetta.
Costa.
-Costa? -Huh?
-Do you want to fuck? -With you?
No. In general.
Of course with me, idiot.
No. Yes.
I mean, it wasn't my intention, but if you want...
Take a shower first, okay? You smell funky.
Okay.
Where's the bathroom?
Second floor, to the right at the end.
-Okay. -No, idiot.
-There's no shower. They're outside. -Yeah.
The phone.
I'll be back.
It's so cold.
Hey!
I don't understand.
I'm sorry.
Hail, César, those who are about...
You were taking too long. See you at the concert. Kisses.
♪ All that we could be Even though I just met you ♪
♪ Just you and me ♪
Why is no one else wearing sheets?
I think the toga party was at the campsite, not here.
Well, at least this toga is comfortable.
It frees the balls. You can feel the air.
Yes, that's true, but...
People step on it.
It happens to you too? My balls hang very low.
When I sit on the toilet, they're like two tea bags.
What the hell? I was talking about the toga.
Huh? Huh?
Where's Costa? I sent him our location ages ago.
He'll get here when he gets here.
Hey. Guys, guys!
We have a problem.
There's no money left?
We spent it.
-I tried to buy the plane tickets... -Hey. Plane tickets?
We didn't talk about planes. I can't fly.
How do you plan to arrive on time in Madrid?
Are you scared of flying?
I'm scared of crashing. It's not the same.
Don't worry, man.
I'll save a joint for you.
You can smoke it before boarding the plane.
No, we aren't boarding anything. There's no money, Pepo.
We'll have to get money somehow.
-Why don't you ask your friend? -Yeah.
I thought about it, but I wanted to know first if you had any left.
I don't.
I didn't have any from the start.
What? What are you looking at? I told you, there's nothing left.
Fuck, I used all of it on this trip. There's no money left.
If you hadn't spent so much on drugs...
No.
I agree with Costa, it was a great investment.
Boys.
Can I buy one of those?
-What are you saying? I don't understand. -Wait.
Tell with me. Tell to me.
-Can I... -Okay.
-...buy... -Yes.
...hash?
Hash?
He asked if he can buy "hash."
-Him. -Ah.
Yes. Yes.
Twenty euros.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
-Here. -Cheers.
Bye, handsome.
Twenty euros. We can go back to Madrid with this, right, Pepo?
So much money.
Fuck, I know.
-Hey, guys. Hey! -Hey!
You have some marijuana for me?
-Marijuana. -There's some left.
Then...
Wait. Let's see.
-This. No, this isn't it. -I forgot I put them there.
Wait.
Yeah.
Give it here.
Damn. The...
This is...
This is a magical "truif." Whoo!
-Uh, "truif"? -Yes. I mean...
If "fruit" is "fruta," "truif" is "trufa."
-Exactly. -Oh, magical truffle.
-Very well. -"Magical truffle."
-"Truffle." -I was going to say it.
How much does it cost?
Uh, 50.
Fifty? Okay.
-Here, for you. -Hey, amigo.
Hey.
Hey!
Can I have some cocaine too?
No, no, no. No coke.
-It is... -No, it is.
This...
Um...
-Ecstasy. -Ecstasy.
-Powder. -Yeah, well...
But... it's expensive, you know?
Because...
Eh?
It's expensive. Very expensive.
Expensive? Yeah, okay. But how much?
Wait. A moment. A moment.
-Costa... -Fuck, guys.
He wants to sniff the ashes.
-Please. It's Juan Luis. -Okay, then.
-He wants to sniff Juan Luis. Sorry. -Listen, Roge.
Juan Luis has brought us here, and Juan Luis can take us back home.
-This is poetic justice. -No.
It's cannibalism. Or something similar.
Can you think of something better?
That's what I thought. Did you bring the plastic film roll?
No.
Well, yes.
Then go to the tent and prepare 1-gram bags.
I won't touch that.
I'll do it. You just have to cut the plastic.
Yes. Go.
I'll take care of marketing, it's my field.
FISHING PIER
More?
Here. The payment.
Yes, sir. With this, we can fly home in first class.
And we still have half of Juan Luis.
No way. We're done selling.
Once they realize it doesn't work, they'll come to complain.
And we'll get into deep trouble.
What? They're so stoned, they'll think Juan Luis is the best thing they've taken.
How many are there?
-Warning. Alarm! -What?
-The police are coming. -Fuck.
We haven't done anything but sell our friend's ashes.
I knew it. I knew it!
Hey. We have the passports on us.
-Let's go to the airport. -And our things?
Are we going to lose everything for two T-shirts and two boxers?
Let's go!
Come on! What are you looking at? Let's go!
We can't board the plane wearing this.
Like all the tourists in Ibiza.
-Who are you calling now? -Lisa.
I don't know what happened. We almost made it.
I knew you weren't going to fuck her in the end.
Is that the police?
No, fuck. It's a taxi.
-Taxi! -Taxi!
-Here!
Let's go.
How long does it take to get to the airport? Ask him, Roge.
Um, escolti, sir.
How longdoes it take to get to the airporti? Aeroporto, huh?
He doesn't understand me. He probably speaks a local dialect.
Maybe it's because you're talking to him in Italian and we're in Croatia.
Yes. That could be it.
Don't worry. We have plenty of time. I think.
No, I'm sorry. The flight to Madrid is closed.
Calm down, Pepo. Calm down.
Can you open it for a moment? We don't have bags.
It isn't possible, but there's another one at 10 a.m.
Well, it's a four-and-half-hour flight.
We'll arrive before 3 p.m. We can eat before the notary.
Wonderful.
Yes, and these airlines don't usually have delays.
Flight SB3942, with destination Madrid, has been delayed.
Delayed?
Come on.
I don't get it. Are we the only ones traveling?
It's odd that we're the only ones here.
Guys, wasn't it boarding at Gate 36?
Yes, yes. It's what the screen said.
Exactly. What it said. Because now it says 66.
They're funny.
-Roge, run! -Go, go!
Last call for passengers of Flight SB3942...
Run. Come on, come on!
Pepo, are you okay? Come on.
Run, guys!
-Where...? -That way.
Run. Go, go.
-Ma'am, wait. -I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-No, sorry, it's closed. -What?
-She says we're close. -Of course we're close. This is the gate.
No, no, no, it's closed. Uh...
Closed.
No, no, no.
Uh, please, Roge, translate. This is our friend Juan Luis.
Segnorita, please favore, questo is our "amichi."
I can understand you, but I don't understand this man.
Ah. Okay, Roge, please. Let me.
-Uh, miss... No, let me! -My lady...
Look, this is our friend. He was Hare Krishna.
And his biggest wish was to travel to Spain today,
to see Nadal play.
Yes. And we made a pilgrimage here to fulfill his dream.
Please. It's very important. Peace.
-I'm going to speak with them. -Sure.
-Uh, the passports. -Yes.
There they are.
-Yes. -Okay, okay, okay.
-Ah! We're leaving. -Go.
-We're boarding. -Thanks.
We won't arrive on time.
The last row, for fuck's sake.
We're going to die.
-This goes here. -We're going to die.
We're going to die.
We're going to die. We're going to die.
I don't want to die.
We're going to die. We're going to die. We're going to die.
We have arrived to Madrid.
Please wait until the plane stops completely.
Fuck. We won't arrive on time.
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Please, remain seated with your seat belts fastened
until the airplane comes to a complete stop.
Thank you.
I'm sorry. We have to-- Sorry.
-Sir. -All of us are getting out.
I'm sorry.
-Wait. Where is Roge? -Roge!
Please, the plane hasn't come to a stop yet.
Roge!
We're alive. We're alive. I'm coming!
But, miss...
The plane was delayed, so you can understand...
-Look. I have here... -Let me pass. Please.
-We're in a big hurry. Don't tell me... -I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-Here. -Step back. Get out!
Where is the exit?
-Roge! -Run! Run!
I'm sorry.
Go, go.
That way.
Go, go, go!
The door.
-Come on. -To the notary León. Serrano, 32.
-You can't get into the taxi like this. -Shh!
If you arrive before 6, I'll pay you 150 euros.
BUSY
Do you want to go through Avenida América or O'Donnell?
Wherever the fuck your balls want. If it's not on time, you won't see a cent.
We won't be on time!
We will, damn. We will.
Do you think I can see the notary like this?
Mm-mm.
Wait.
We are on time. Come on.
Let's go, Costa!
Come on, run!
Go, go, go! We're close!
-Please! Please! -Go, go, go!
-Come on! -We don't have much time left.
Gentlemen.
Do you want water or coffee?
We arrived on time. We checked all the points.
And we uploaded all the videos.
I would like a glass of water.
Mm-hm.
Did you see the videos? They're okay, right?
I don't use social media.
What?
You said the videos were to document the trip.
And they are.
Now you have a record of the trip you've made, no?
What?
It's for us?
But we already know what we've done.
-You were supposed to control it. -Me? No way. I don't care.
Then why did we record the whole trip? Wasn't it mandatory?
I never said it was mandatory.
You never said it was mandatory?
What I explained to you was the last wish of Mr. Toledano. His wish.
I didn't say that it was a condition or an imposition.
Calm down, Pepo. Calm down.
Then, if we hadn't made the trip, the money...
It would've been deposited in your accounts as of today,
just like Mr. Toledano wanted.
But-- Wait a second.
Uh, you said we had to arrive today before 6 p.m.
Yes, because I'm on vacation after that.
Let's sum it up because I don't get it. Do we have the money or not?
I have said it 40 times already. Yes.
-Hurrah! -Okay.
Hurrah!
We have it.
Yes.
Then I'm going to give you the bank account we opened for...
No, no, no. There's no need.
I transferred it to the Italian account you sent me last night.
-Last night, when? -Last night.
Here's the bank receipt.
Transfer to Lisa Navarro Beltrán
Is everything okay?
I was going to take all the money.
And the notary will give us 600,000 euros once we finish the trip.
Have you already given them the bank account for the transfer?
I'll do that on the last day, when we arrive.
Hello, the account number for the money transfer is attached
Notary Aguado-Linares You deleted this message
I can't focus.
This is all my fault.
I like women more than a fat kid likes cake.
I never understood that saying. Yes, fat kids like cake,
but fat adults like it too.
Don't worry, Costa. It wasn't your fault.
Things happen because they have to happen.
Thanks to all of this, I finally left Tina.
But you called her earlier, crying, begging for forgiveness.
You said it, earlier.
-Two minutes ago. -Shh. Silence.
The one who cried was Past Roge.
Present Roge tells you to be happy because we lived this experience.
Wait a second. If you think it through, we have all won something with this.
Roge, you separated from your wife, who hated you.
Pepo, you got the roommates you needed.
It's amazing.
Next time, we'll do Route 66.
And I got something I lost.
Real friends.
Fuck the money.
Guys, from now on, together forever.
Together forever!
And I'm supposed to be the loud troublemaker. Fuck you!
What is happening?
Don't move! Don't move!
No!
-Don't move! -Tina! Tina!
I didn't do anything!
In this operation, INTERPOL detained three members of a terrorist cell
that's accused of starting the Notre Dame fire and being linked
to a Rome train attack and the hijacking of a bus in Italy,
in addition to selling drugs and making other public threats all over Europe.
The assumption is that the cell leader obtained funding by selling fake artwork.
And what's more, these three men boasted about their criminal life
by uploading videos on social media.
♪ Girls, girls ♪
♪ Run this ♪
♪ Girls, girls, girls ♪
♪ Run this ♪
♪ Riots, riots When I say riots ♪
♪ Riots, riots ♪
♪ When I say ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm a riot girl ♪
♪ I don't give a damn We came to make noise ♪
This is amazing.
What do they want?
Hey, friends. Friends.
Hey, hey, hey!
-We're in Rome! -Whoo!
Hey, Gute Nacht from Berlin!
-I'm out of frame! Whoo! -Costa. Look, Costa.
♪ When I say, "Go" ♪
♪ Get back ♪
♪ I don't take that ♪
♪ I'm bossy and I'm strong Right ♪
♪ Even when I'm wrong Aye ♪
♪ Everything she wants Bring the bells, ding-dong ♪
♪ Ahoy, ahoy Strong women with a voice ♪
♪ We run this town You ain't got to say your choice ♪
Alain Delon!
-Alain Delon! -No. It's pronounced "Alen."
-Alain Delon! -It's "Alen."
It's like if it had a Castilian "E." Alen Delon.
-Alain Delon! Alain Delon! -Guys...
-Pepo. Pepo. Pepo! -Pepo. Pepo!
Pepo! Grab him. Grab him.
-Pepo, are you okay? -Alain Delon!
Translated by: Diego Barbudo