Kike Pérez: "The second season of 'Grease' is a mountain of emotions"

("Only colors", Moss)

Thank you.

Well, I've also given up Pilates, I don't need it.

Neither that nor any diet.

And it's thanks to some suppositories that I buy online.

-They say that Brad Pitt takes them.-They say so, yes.

And I believe it because they are the host.

One after every meal and they empty you out.

You can eat what you want because you shit twice as much.

-Honey, we're having breakfast.-Let's see...

It's basic biology.

That you have accumulated is almost all excrement.

Nobody says it, but humans are 60 percent shit.

-Feces.

-60 percent feces.

Look at me, I'm fucking crazy.

Also, obviously, thanks to Noelia, who is amazing.

But especially suppositories.

I'll ask you for a little box, if you want.

No, that doesn't look very healthy.

What's not?

Ask Brad Pitt.

Or ask in Senegal, which is a peach for sale.

Yeah, I'll ask.

In addition, it has hardly any side effects.

Your hair falls out a bit at first.

Mild muscle pain.

And it can cause light anal bleeding, very light.

I swear.

"Okay", I'll think about it.

As you see.

And that suitcase?

I'm moving.

After a year at Paloma's house,

I'm going to look for a flat in the center.

Good, finally. And how is Paloma?

Well, I don't know anything about her.

Since she became famous with the exhibition...

Sorry to interrupt you, Peter.

I get the one for breakfast.

And I have to put him sitting on the toilet.

Because it is effective immediately.

That's how you get to know each other better and chat.

I'm here now, raccoon.

-Moo!

(LAUGHS)

You two look good together.

You're not fooling me, Pedro.

What? I know exactly what you are.

Even if you're disguised as a person.

That I've smelled you since you arrived.

How?

Look, Pedro, don't play dumb with me.

You reek of ruin.

I have been working at the INEM for a long time

and every day I see people like you.

Lazy, delinquents and freeloaders.

And I don't like you getting together with my Curro.

You're a bad influence, Pedro.

Look, Noelia, I respect you a lot,

but Curro doesn't think that. Because my Curro is very innocent.

But you...

Not you.

Let's see, maybe I used to be, but I've changed a lot.

(LAUGHS)

Sure.

(LAUGHS)

It was a fake laugh.

Sarcastic, feigned.

I know exactly what "sarcastic" is.

I'm not going to tell Curro anything about this conversation

because we've only been here for two months

and I don't want her to think I'm toxic.

But if you have a minimum, a minimum of affection,

disappear from his life.

Oh! (laughs)

Darling, what's up?

-I could do parkour now.

And what about you?-Great.

Is that so, Pedrito? Yes, yes, very good.

Excuse me, the bill, when you can.

-Yes, we're in a bit of a hurry.

Go away guys, it's on me.

Ole, thanks, buddy!

See you soon.-That's it.

What is this?

Unicorn cap?

The lady's avocado.

No, no, I'm not done.

Sir, did you catch something?

What's in the suitcase?

Clothes.

Oh yeah? And could you show it to me?

(SIGHS)

"Okay?".

And below?

Under what?

Could you lift up your shirt, please?

Mantequillales wanted to stick cinnamon.

La Saray had a very dark boy to be from Mantequilla.

And the Jennifer, all striped.

Tito hasn't appeared for two months,

You could come to the neighborhood. What?

I didn't go for Tito, Juan.

I left to get out of shit.

Also, I love the neighborhood.

Actually, I really don't mind what you're telling me.

Okay, sorry.

Finish telling me, you've left me intrigued.

The Butter took out a dagger

and at the end:"Bastard, I don't know what".

There are only two of XL left and "mature" needs to be replaced.

-Gentlemen, one little thing.

A new worker is coming in for the season.

If you see that I treat her too harshly,

It's because she's my little sister.

He doesn't study or do shit and I want to teach him a lesson.

I want you to know what it's like to work from the bottom up.

Let her see how tough it is. I'm going to put her with you.

So hide it.

"Okay."

Look, Pedro and Juan will be your new classmates.

-Damn, two losers.

-Miss, respect.

No one is going to teach you better to do the job.

They are the best in packaging.-Oysters, sorry, then.

The best at boxing stuff?

Sign my boobs.

Why aren't you working at NASA?

-I don't like NASA very much.

-You will see that there are numerous models of the product.

The ebony 200 is not the same as the MILF 135.

-A brown twat is not the same as an older lady's twat.

-You are given a paper with a list of products.

Basically, you take them from the warehouse and put them in their little box.

-And if I don't want to do it, what? (CLEARS HALF)

-Gabriela Natalia, please, I beg you.

-And if I don't, what, Josemari?

Are you going to fire me? Because that's what I fucking want.

-Well, no, quite the opposite, I'll increase your working hours.

Your hair is going to smell like a plastic pussy.

-Leave me alone, this job is a dream for you.

-Yes, I have a position of responsibility in the company.

I have succeeded in life.

-Mom is right, you are pathetic.

-Shut up, mom never said that.

-She says it crying while you spend two hours in the bathroom.

We know what you're doing.

No one takes that long to do their hair.

-You know what's pathetic?

(NERVOUS) Your grades and your dickhead boyfriend.

And take a hookah to the park.

How childish you are.

Guess what? It doesn't embarrass me and it doesn't bother me.

I'll tell you what, masturbation is a precious thing.

Son of a bitch.

(gasps)

Stefania!

Stefania.

My love.

Stefania.

Wait a bit, huh?

I don't know, let's talk or something.

Of what?

Well, I don't know.

Look, I've been thinking.

I think we should take a little step in our relationship.

But we agreed that we would go slow.

Yeah, but it's been six months now.

And make no mistake.

I loved giving you a dick on the sly.

Secret dick.

But I don't know, I'd like to do boyfriend stuff.

Go to dinner, go to the movies.

Look, I guess I'm not ready for that.

I mean genetically.

And how do you know?

I think this sexual compatibility is special,

and it may break the routine by varying it.

Or not.

Oh yes.

Or not.

I have to go.

Wait a while before leaving.

And get dressed.

(SIGHS)

Life is phases, Pedro.

You're like being reborn.

Well, you're coming out of Paloma's warm metaphorical womb.

Your hair still smells like her vagina.

Metaphorical vagina. Huh?

Yeah, sure.

Anyway, it's been a while since I spoke to Paloma.

Didn't you call her to tell her you were leaving?

No, neither did she.

He doesn't even have time to see the wasaps that I send him.

I'm not going to drag myself.(WHINES)

See? Giant baby crying.

That's what newborns are like.

After nine months hanging out, they come out

and they cry to demand a breast.

Paloma has been waiting her whole life for that phase.

You should be happy for her. I'm the first to be happy.

He's succeeding and I'm happy.

But she was the one who left without showing any signs of life.

I'm not going to call her. I understand you.

What you say is bullshit, but I understand you.

Phasing is always hard.

Well, I'm in a phase shift myself.

The Alessandroautobodypainting phase is over.

I'm looking for something to get me motivated again.

Well, I bought myself a car

and I want to travel through very poor countries.

Third-worlders of those.

I want to give her very poor children

things that are insignificant to me,

but for them they are the host.

I want to know God's perspective.

So, you're leaving too.

Fuck. What do I do?

Am I stuck here?

It is that life is that, looking for your site phase by phase.

Are you happy like this, Pedro?

Well, what do I know, yes, a lot.

Yes, enough?

That's a crap answer.

How will you know what your favorite food is?

if you only ate bread?

You have to try everything.

You have to travel, meet people,

jumping with a parachute, eating insects,

eat a dick, huh?

How do you know that eating a cock is not what you like the most?

Because yes.

Some things are known for sure.

By birth. No.

If you haven't tried it, you can't be sure.

Check it out, it's not that weird. Damn it!

That I'm straight.

To death. So?

What do you mean "and?"

Pedro, please, don't be medieval, really.

There are a lot of guys in the world right now

with a cock in her mouth saying:

"I don't really like it, really."

Those people can really be sure.

You know what I'm saying, don't you?

(Whistle)

-Excuse me, gentlemen, are these your IDs?

-"Buona sera, security guard, yes, it's us".

-It doesn't suit me much.

It has a discount for young foreign students.

-Yes.

-They don't look like much of a young foreign student.

And less so, the fat one.-(ITALIAN ACCENT) How dare he?

"We are from Napoli. Say Napoli!".

Maradona, "arrivederci".

-I'm not saying they're not Italian.

I'd bet money it doesn't.

But that doesn't matter, what I'm saying is...

-What? "What did I say?".

-That they are not less than 21 years old.

-How? Bah!

How? Whoops!

(BOTH) Oh!

-Come on!

Bah! Jump, Pedro.

("Feeling", Moss)

(TOUGH)

(Mermaid)

Calm down, bro, stay there.

What does my fat lady say?

Don't look how the sofa smells like a dead cat.

What's the matter, brother?

I've had a shitty day. What's that?

Well, I don't know.

Happens to me from time to time.

I can't seem to get the hang of the new life.

Tito is missing, mate.

He's wanted and captured.

That has gone by the wayside.

Don't touch my dick with going back to the neighborhood too, Christian.

You're not going to get the hang of the new life.

Shut up, you asshole!

I'm already fucking him.

The thing is, I'm going slow...and sure.

Do you know what's wrong with you? I'm going to explain it to you.

So that you understand it well,

imagine that all this is a jungle.

This vacant lot?

No, the world, the whole world.

And you're a lion.

And you've been a lion your whole fucking life.

And you've always hung out with the little lions,

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doing lion things.

And now you want to join the zebras.

And zebras aren't stupid.

Zebras know you've been eating zebras your whole fucking life.

Do you understand or not?

You can join them,

You can talk a little to the side,

but the zebras will always be leering

as if to say: "You'll see how the lion's wires get crossed

and grab a bite."

And their assholes are tight, waiting to get out.

Grease, you can paint black lines,

paint white stripes, you can get sick of eating grass,

but "pisha", I don't think that...

Well, maybe, maybe,

you deceive and flatter some...

animals from the jungle of that.

But I can assure you, brother,

than neither lions nor zebras

they're into it, "pisha".

They will know one hundred percent

that you've been a lion all your fucking life.

And a Zebran never trusts a lion.

But what do you say, Christian?

What is that, "National Geographic"?

I am a human person.

Which is one of those "metaphors".

Look, Christian, I'm going to tell you something.

so you can understand it.

I have nothing to green this sofa for inside.

That's why I don't stop by.

I don't even want to set foot in the neighborhood.

Actually, look, I'm moving downtown right now.

All over the fucking downtown.

All over the fucking downtown!

A floor with two bathrooms in the room.

Two bathrooms. I'm on another level, bro.

Calm down, Grease. I'm not Grease!

Que Grasa died of a heart attack.

And don't call me Fat anymore!

I'm Pedro, damn it, Pedro!

(Bike Bell)

(Horns)

As you can see, it is fully equipped.

Even with books, pictures, plants.

Courtesy of the realtor.

It's really fucking good.

And this?

Have you never seen them before?

They are sold like this to give a family touch to the house.

They're for lonely people.

Like the family photos that come in the picture frames.

Sir, I'm in a bit of a hurry.

Oh yeah.

It was one month and the deposit, right? Yeah, perfect.

And you don't count it?

No, why?

I don't know. Is something missing?

It's all there, but...I trust you.

Enjoy your new floor.

("Moonlove funk", Cullah)

Don't move, my husband is parking!

What?

Don't move, you fucking squatter!

Calm down, ma'am, please.

Jose Antonio.

José Antonio, where are you going?

Ma'am, it's not what it seems.

Everything has an explanation.

They rented it to me like it was legal.

I paid two fucking bails.

Let's do one thing.

I call the police myself

and they fix everything.

That's how he's going to realize that I'm a victim.

Okay, you're a victim.

(SIGHS)

Thank you.

And I'm a female Siberian husky.

I know you very well, Pedro Marrero, aka "el Grasa".

But it's not just me, we all know you here.

See if we know you look what I got.

An album of your photos. Do you want to see it?

Look.

Robbery with violence.

Aggression.

Public scandal.

Vandalism.

Another assault.

Theft of vehicle.

Drug trafficking... Shall I go on?

Okay, yeah, but...

No, but just today, by chance, we caught you

subtracting some things

from a house that was not yours, just today you are a victim.

Poor thing.

Yes, I understand what that looks like.

But I'm not that guy anymore. I've changed a lot.

People like you don't change.

And look what a chance you've had.

But you know what I'm telling you? It's over.

With your background and today,

You don't get out of jail.

-Stop talking to my client right now.

Mr. Marrero, Agustín Alonso, your public defender.

-Every time you get better, scoundrel.

-What's up, Robledator!

(BOTH) Boo-boo-boo-boo-boo!

Boo-boo-boo-boo-boo!

I paid two bonds and a whole month.

And now the motherfucker's phone is offline.

I am a victim.

Yeah.

Disguise.

Look.

I always recommend taking it all in and pleading guilty.

But if you don't want to, let's make up a better story.

That's what happened.

Yeah, sure.

Disguise.

What you tell me is between us.

It is professional attorney-client secret.

Don't worry, tell me the truth. Tell you the truth!

Fuck it already!

Are you serious?

Fuck, you're being serious.

My goodness.

What's wrong with you?

Sorry, I just need a moment to...

Whew!

Okay, sorry.

It's just that in ten years, you're my first innocent client.

Really innocent, I say.

Disguise.

I'll tell you something.

I swear I'm going to get you out of this.

I care about you more than my family right now.

"Okay."

For now, call someone

that I can pay you 400 euros of the deposit

to get you out of here before the trial.

(LAUGHS)

Oops!

Oh, sorry.

Sorry, I'm on my way.

I'm entitled to a call!

-And a hairdresser.-I shit on your fucking mother.

-Do you want to shut up now?

-(JOKE)

Hey.

(JOKE)

"Quillo."

Fat.

Man, Fat, how long.

What's up, Mustache? What's up, man?

Back to business, huh, motherfucker?

No, it's just...

Well, never mind.

How are you?

Shit, Grease.

In the best moment of my life.

Honestly, perfect.

Wow.

Have you heard about Tito?

Yes, I already know.

He is missing or wanted.

That too, I say the other.

And what is the other?

Oh well.

That Tito is dying.

Which is on its last legs, wow.

-Let's see, Pedro Marrero!

You only have one call.

So think carefully who you're going to do it to.

You could have let me know you were leaving home.

And when, Dove? If I haven't seen you for a month and a half.

I don't know what to tell you, Pedro.

Things are going well for me, sorry.

I didn't mean that. Forgive me for fulfilling my dream.

What I wanted to tell you...Yes.

I'm at a point in my career

in which I can charge half a million euros for a blank canvas

saying it's called"Existential Vacuum in Reykjavik".

But I'm also here to get a friend out of the police station,

even though he calls me on a Wednesday at 11 at night.

And what are you going to do now?

You know my house is your house.

No, I'm leaving.

I can't keep sleeping on the couch.

I have to pass the phase.

And are you going back to the neighborhood or...? Damn no!

Not to the neighborhood. I never return to the neighborhood.

I don't think you should give up your roots either.

Yeah, I quit.

Of course I quit.

I'm a normal, civilized guy.

And I have a legal job.

I'm no longer the quinqui that you knew.

I'm not the Grease anymore.-Hey!

Give me all the money you have on you.

Okay, bro, chill.

Quick, DJ Cali!

(LAUGHS)

What is this, a fucking joke?

Pig, give me yours! Hey, hey.

What?

-Okay, okay.-Come on.

-Here, everything I have.

-Hey.

Come on, okay, brother, you got what you wanted.

Leave. How?

Are you my father telling me what to do?

No, relax, bro.

We already gave you everything, you already succeeded.

That's it, you can go now.

Look, I'll leave when I get out of my dick.

Okay, Peppa Pig?

Let's see, what I want to tell you...

You've already pissed me off, you old bastard!

You don't know who I am.

That my head is going and I stab you.

Watch out!

Did you just touch me?

Did you touch me?

You just screwed up, bro.

Do you think I'm not capable of poking you?

Don't you know who I am? You're a zebra.

How?

Come here.

Get off me, motherfucker! I told you to go away.

I told you to go away. Give me the money.

Okay, okay, take it easy.

Here, and your wallet.

Your wallet too! Okay.

But you're loaded, bastard.

Come on, give me the booties. You're freaking out.

A dick I'll give you the booties!

One, two and...oh!

Come on, the booties. You're crazy!

Come on.

That's right.

And those pants?

They're cute, aren't they? No, please.

One.Okay, okay!

Yeah, yeah. Come on.

Come on, the pants. That's it.

Okay. What's that shit?

He looks a lot like you, doesn't he?

Is that your sister or what? What are they, twins?

What if they're twins! Whatever you say.

So come on, give him a little kiss. What?

Come on. No, please.

You have nine fingers left.

You've got nine left, that's it.

A little kiss there.

What the fucking kiss is that?

A kiss of love, that is your sister!

There.-No, no.

That's it, very good, very good.

-(CRIES)

You really don't know who I am.

-Come.

-Relax, okay?

-You remind me a lot of a colleague of mine.

# They call me a monster

# those who look from afar

# while I get used to it

# to the bug in the mirror.

# I'm afraid of fear

# that I perceive in his eyes.

# They run from me,

# I hide in the bushes.

# Hopefully my footsteps don't sound like thunder.

# Don't forget the brakes or spew poison.

# I'm just a scared monster,

# with a body of pointed scales,

# I have hidden in my cold cave,

# where I live alone and in the dark. #

It's 7.50.

No, no, it's further on, after the roundabout.

No, we don't enter that neighborhood.

I'm sorry.

(SIGHS)

# If I walk slowly, it's because I'm carrying my luggage.

# If I only know how to bark, it's because I was born wild.

# I'm too big not to be loud.

# I don't know how to move without causing some damage.

# I wish he would teach me to file my fangs,

# to heal my knuckles,

# to sew my pockets.

# I'm just a scared monster,

# with a body of pointed scales.

# Hiding in my cold cave,

# where I live alone and in the dark. #