#300Letters (2025) Movie Script
The Tom and Jero show.
Good morning!
I see you are resting.
Isn't it so?
Tell me. Aren't you worried?
Excuse me, your majesty
are you feeling alright?
Are you comfortable?
Do you want me to get you anything?
Gin and tonic?
Something to drink?
Excuse me, can I ask you something?
Does it hurt to be so pretty?
Do you think he'll suck me some day?
I hope he'll suck me soon...
Who exercises the most?
Who takes longer in the shower?
Who has more secrets?
That's fine.
Strike a pose.
Are you shooting a video?
Stop it!
You are such an asshole...
No, no, wait!
#300letters
-Shall we upload it then?
-Sure.
I don't want to cause you
any trouble... especially today.
No problem.
I'll upload it and tag you
so you gain followers...
and, who knows,
some other students.
Okay, I like it.
Do you celebrate Valentine's Day?
Obviously.
Today one of us gets pregnant.
Get ready to be a godfather.
No godson for me...
-See you, buddy.
-Bye.
"Party hard".
Guys, can you lend me a hand
before we go?
Love, I'm coming back really sneakily
just the way you like it.
Shall we take
a shower together?
Do you want me
to buy you something?
Fruit, a treat, pastries?
I'm up for a cake.
Shall we make one?
Love...
How strange, you without music!
Love...
Hadn't we arranged to have a snack
to celebrate?
You can't forget what day it is today.
Date maniac!
I knew you couldn't forget.
How pretty you are!
What's this?
What is it, a treasure hunt?
Dear Jero,
surely this is going to seem
like a hasty decision.
But I swear to you
that it is not.
Today, I walk away
from your life.
It is the inevitable closure
of a completed cycle,
at least for me.
In the box there are
299 letters that I wrote
every day we saw
each other since we met.
I hope that with them
you can understand me.
I'm warning you,
it's not going to be pretty.
You are going to see yourself
reflected in a different mirror
than the one
you are used to.
I ask you, please, do not call me,
or write to me,
and especially,
do not send me voice recordings.
I hate them.
Let this settle.
Bye, Jero.
He left me with a performance!
I was prepared to be dumped
by phone or Instagram message,
even from Grindr.
But with a "fucking" installation?
I never would have
imagined it.
It's original.
Wait a moment!
There were no signs?
Some reason?
Are you asking me
if it's my fault?
Sort of...
No, Esteban. I am a saint.
A saint? Really?
Are you my friend
or his, Esteban?
Do you want me to tell you
what you want to hear
or the truth, Jeronimo?
I am a saint.
Maybe I wasn't so much
at the beginning.
But I've been good
for a while now.
Son of a bitch!
I should just burn all of this down
and fuck the hell out of it.
And be left in doubt?
Do you know something?
I'm as surprised as you.
What do I do?
Read the letters.
Follow the game?
No other choice?
Yes. Fuck... Fuck... Fuck...
a lot...
but a lot,
until you forget he existed.
Take them.
Read them and then tell me
what they say.
You're crazy.
It's your story, not mine.
Own it. Or don't...
It's your decision.
Esteban!
Come closer
What does it matter?
What happened to you?
Pick up... Let's talk...
Why are you doing this?
PICK UP!
Answer me, Tom!
Nobody made me feel this way
I'm lost because of you
My head spins when I see you
Now I understand
February 14th.
Dear Jero.
I'm going to start
by saying
that it was amazing
what happened today.
The best thing about it
was how quickly we clicked
and we didn't extend
the excruciating chat...
Please don't be a fake.
please don't be a fake.
It's you!
It's me!
Who did you think?
There's a lot of fakes
going around.
Hello.
Do you want to come in?
Yes!
I must confess
that I was nervous.
It's not every day I meet
a guy like you on Grindr.
It's cute.
Do you want something
to drink?
-What are you drinking?
-Aperol. Do you want one?
Water is fine...
Do you want a joint?
The truth is that
I hardly ever smoke,
but if you brought some...
feel free.
Everything was so typical.
Straight out of
an IKEA catalog.
Then you told me
that most of the things
you had brought from Europe.
So traveled, so plastic.
Even the electronic music playing
in the background...
One of many playlists to fuck to.
So textbook.
What a nice patio.
It can't be seen
from anywhere.
So kinky to fuck here, right?
I'm getting your shoes wet.
No matter. Keep kissing.
Come here...
Sorry, sorry, I was too horny.
Me too.
Give me two seconds
and we'll resume.
Having sex with you like this
is my way of rebelling
on Valentine's Day.
Today?
It's Valentine's.
Oh! I didn't even notice.
You drive me crazy.
Jero, Jero, Jero,
what a hole...
a mole, a pole, a sailor...
could live there.
-Are you a marine?
-You wish, you're kinky.
No... Poet, writer, bah.
-I am also a poet...
-Really?
Used to pray for a moment
just like this.
There's a fire in your eyes
I can't resist.
Baby, we're gonna wanna
remember this.
I can taste forever
on your lips.
There's a lifetime living
inside that kiss.
Baby, we're gonna wanna
remember this.
Did you just recite
Jonas Brothers lyrics to me?
Nooo. Did they
plagiarize me?
Really. What do you do...
and why do you have
two computers on
at the same time?
Investments...
cryptocurrencies.
What?
Is that a job?
Is being a "poet" a job?
I also teach.
Everything about you seemed
so cheesy and childish.
Your books, your not job.
But sex... Phew.
I was tired of so many assholes
with 15-minute fucks
and zero brains to chat...
What's wrong with
Knights of the Zodiac?
What?
You are team Sailor Moon.
I guess.
How can you prefer those girls?
The Knights are everything.
It's not like I can talk much
with you either.
But I had a lot of fun.
It's been a long time since I've laughed
after having sex with someone.
And that is a compliment.
If I had to put
a label on you,
it would be...
an ornate bourgeois.
Still, I have nothing against
people who are lucky in life.
How did you get involved
in cryptocurrency?
Early inheritance.
I am an orphan...
and my godfather,
my old man's best friend,
put my money
in a fund abroad.
When I came of age I had to decide
what to do with my life.
Didn't you feel like
studying something?
No...
You like the good life.
No effort.
I only make an effort
in cross-fit classes.
If losing your parents
as a child can be called luck.
But I come
from another world.
A lively
and hard-working family.
Lots of study.
The constant struggle
to try to make a living from art.
And gyms...
like churches...
I only look at the
from afar.
I have to go.
That class is not going
to take place on its own.
Is it by Zoom? You can do it here,
if you want.
Face-to-face.
So vintage...
OK. With this I'm out.
I very much doubt that
we will see each other again.
It's not that I
don't want you to go.
It's so you don't run.
Although I would like you
to stay...
I can't.
I tried.
But what
a good fuck, OMG.
Whenever you want,
we repeat.
Like... let's say, now...
So intense...
Can't say no
to a quick blowjob.
If I made a ranking of the
best sexual encounters of my life,
the one I had with you
would surely be
fighting for the top positions.
But absolute pleasure
does not exist.
I could never spend too much time
with a guy like you.
You represent everything
that I most reject
from the human being.
You are 100% superficial.
"See you never", Jero.
Overloaded bourgeois...
Corny...
Childish... superficial...
What the fuck
is all this?
What are you playing?
Dear Jero, my hand is
still shaking as I write this...
Seeing you again
was not in my plans.
But I am weak.
I am an addict and
sex with you is my drug.
Every day we find
something new to do...
Dear Jero, I could also teach you
something, couldn't I?
Dear Jero, if there was a prize
that combined...
Guinness, Oscar and Nobel,
it should be ours.
Although, in the end,
I always feel like a loser.
That feeling of emptiness
and the desire
to never see you again
are repeated every day.
But my relapses
are constant
and I can't help but reply
to your messages.
Evidently I'm attracted
to sex.
But... sometimes I'm afraid
it's something more.
A self inflicted punishment.
Masochism.
Talk it over
in therapy, moron.
Why are you telling me
all this?
I thought
you weren't coming.
I needed
to clear my head.
I've been reading
the letters.
And?
Throw everything away, Jero.
Forget those letters.
You asked me to read them.
And now I'm asking you to stop.
Let's move on to plan B.
Was there a plan B?
Yes buddy. To fuck!
To fuck until you forget
he ever existed.
One nail
drives out another.
Come on...
HOT!
FULL SEX
BEARDS
GOOD VIBES
EAGER
I LIKE IDear Jero,
I thought we couldn't
find a new position.
You surprised me...
Sex...
Dear Jero,
To find you naked,
destroys my chance of escape...
More sex...
Sex...
Dear Jero,
I'm not a contortionist...
In the end
sex is the only thing
that mattered to you...
Dear Jero.
Why ruin what we had?
Why this damn need to change
things and move forward?
Forward to where?
We just took
a step back...
Come in.
Jero is finishing his shower.
What bothered me the most
was the ambush...
Do you want something
to drink?
Were you guys
having something?
I asked first.
By the hour, I would have
a gin and tonic.
Nice, we continue
with the "mate"...
You are...?
Esteban. I told you when
I opened the door for you.
I got that...
I mean... brother, cousin...
a friend of Jero?
Oh, no.
He didn't tell you?
We are a couple.
Today we were going to have
a threesome.
No, sorry, a little lie...
I'm best friends
with him.
We should ask him that.
Maybe he doesn't feel
the same way.
Jero told me all about you.
Oh really?
You are a literature teacher.
I am a poet...
I also teach.
What kind of poetry
do you do?
What kind of poetry
do you know?
Alfonsina Storni?
Right...
What I do is different.
I don't know much
about poetry...
Jero told me that
you met on Grindr.
And that you've seen
several times.
That is not common
in Jero.
And what would be common
in Jero?
To fuck. Once.
Are you jealous?
Jealous? Of what?
Of what
Jero and I have.
You guys have nothing.
Well, it turns out
that in the end
he doesn't consider you
his best friend.
What do you mean?
That what Jero and I have
is more than sex.
What are you guys
up to?
Hello my love.
We were getting to know
each other with "Estebi".
Do you want something
to drink?
He already offered me...
I'm going to the patio
to smoke some weed...
I'm desperate.
There's a strange vibe.
What do you do with
one of these guys?
"These guys"?
He is not like us.
We have a good time.
It's all super relaxed...
He just told me
you're dating.
Did he tell you that?
You told me
it was just a fuck.
I don't know, Esteban.
I didn't put a label on it.
One thing is a fuck
and another, very different,
is a boyfriend.
-Am I your best friend?
-Obviously.
I don't like this guy.
You don't have to
like him.
That is what you would answer
if you were dating.
We're not dating.
We laugh at queers
like these...
What?
I forgot the lighter
at home.
I'm leaving.
Wait Tom.
Wait... Tom!
Wait!
Tom!
Don't go.
What part of "queers like me"
do you laugh about?
The way we speak?
Or the mannered walk?
That was
a thousand years ago, Tom.
We were idiots
who didn't understand anything.
You still are the same asshole
but with more muscles.
-Open the door.
-Wait.
I am no longer
that person.
Would you walk with me,
hand in hand, down the street?
I thought neither of us
wanted that.
But do you want something else
to happen between us?
I don't know.
Well, when you find out,
let me know...
Now open the door.
When did I become the person
claiming marriage to another?
It's your fault, Jero.
This is what you
turned me into.
I'm your creation...
We hang out
and have a good time.
Nothing more.
I don't want us to walk
down the street, holding hands.
You are an ordinary person.
One of the bunch
of shallow cross-fit guys.
Don't confuse me.
I'm embarrassed
by you, Jero.
Ordinary?
Superficial?
Do you think you are
the last coke in the desert?
Go fuck yourself.
Damn you Tom.
WHY AREN'T YOU POSTING?
WE MISS YOU!
OUT ON VACATION?
POST SOMETHING!
DID YOU SPLIT UP?
Hello people!
Here I am after
a few difficult days.
I'm making this video to respond
to all the messages you sent.
The answer to most
of your questions is: YES.
Tom and I are separated.
Actually, he left home...
and left me 300 letters.
His thoughts since
the day we first met.
I don't have much to say
except that I'm knowing
a completely different Tom.
Not everything is laughter
and happiness in love it seems.
Well... I would still like
to believe that there is
some true love
on that side.
I don't know
if we'll be back...
I don't know if
I'll post here again...
So... see you in real life.
Or maybe not.
Bye.
I should be writing poetry.
I don't understand
why I keep wasting
time with this.
It's blocking me more.
I'm done.
With what?
This... Jero and I.
And when did it start?
I told you.
You told me you where fucking
a guy like you were rabbits.
Yes, him.
But was there
something else?
-No.
-Do you like him?
He's cute.
No, I mean if you "like" him...
If you have "feeling" for him.
Are you crazy?
Then, if nothing started,
it can't be over.
Leave it.
You don't understand.
What I don't understand is
why it affects you so much.
If you only had sex,
the only thing that changed
is that you were left
without a bun. Find another.
Open Grindr.
Surely you have
a thousand messages waiting.
Nevertheless, it's still
something that ends.
Then recognize that
you wanted something else.
Shush! You are not allowed
to say that...
I have nothing to do
with Jero.
People like them
don't like people like us.
You don't like
guys like him either.
Exactly.
I hate "KY cowboys".
But some fuck so well
that they confuse you.
Stop fucking around,
my friend.
We didn't come to this world
to suffer
and you know perfectly well
that we went through worse.
If you want to fuck, fuck.
If you don't like him,
do it with someone else.
What is the meaning of life if
we do things that make us feel bad?
You should always get
something out of it.
The balance should always be positive.
I'll leave you now that your
little ones are coming.
-Teacher.
-Hello...
Sit down while we wait
for the rest.
Do you want
to drink something?
Same as you, sir.
What did we say, Fede?
Don't call me "sir".
I'm not even
your dad's age.
Thank goodness,
I don't like them so old.
The same for him
and charge it to my account.
Don't get used to it.
From time to time you're going
to have to buy me a drink.
Whenever you want, sir...
I mean, whenever you want.
I don't bite.
Thanks for the feedback, professor.
I feel that I'm having trouble
with the story I am writing.
What's wrong?
Kind of what you told me.
I lack experience
to tell some things.
Like the bathroom scene...
-And you're looking...
-Yes.
Is there someone
in the bathroom?
I'm locking up!
See you next week, Fede.
Hello Tom.
I kept thinking...
what happened was not good.
Can we talk?
Well, it sounds very dramatic
said that way.
What I mean is
that I'd like us
to talk about it calmly.
Let me know if
you want to catch up.
When did we become characters
in a Jane Austen novel?
We turned something
super laid back and casual
into this weird awkwardness.
We should be having
wild sex right now.
A blowjob, penetrations,
sex toys, a threesome.
Anything but this.
-I don't know what.
-What do you want?
You first.
No. You are the one
who sent the message.
What did you want
to tell me?
Sorry.
Sorry what?
Sorry about the other day.
Don't apologize.
Right.
I have a good time with you.
Beyond the fuck, I mean.
We chat, we laugh...
I feel a good vibe.
Me too.
I would go for a walk with you
holding hands, down the street.
Don't take it so literally.
It was a metaphor.
-Yes, sorry.
-Don't...
Yes. Don't apologize.
It's just...
I'm a little nervous.
Anyway, I'd like to go out...
for a change.
Go for a drink...
a picnic...
go dancing...
I like you.
That was too much.
I mean, I like spending time
with you.
You lack so much personality.
I don't know what you think.
I find it really strange
that you are so quiet.
I'm listening to you.
But do you like the idea?
OK.
Let's go out for a drink.
Now?
Wasn't that what you wanted?
A quick blowjob
before heading out?
And there's the Jero
that I knew, and I like.
Always ready!
You're so cute...
I hate romance.
Yes, me too,
I hate romance... a lot.
What followed was a series
of contradictions
to your confession
about romanticism
that I can't even
describe in detail.
All the effort you made
to make our outings a date,
but without saying it,
caused me a certain tenderness.
The effort of the casual...
But I also accept that
I didn't do anything to prevent it.
I was amused by all this.
I had fun with you and,
I suppose, because of you.
I had begun to ignore the limit.
-Q... Jero... Jero... Q...
-How are you?
-A pleasure...
-Tom talked a lot about you.
-No.
-Really?
All nice things...
-Really?
-Yes.
...I'm love backwards
and it's a bum shape as a heart.
-It's you.
-Shut up.
We've spent all day
going out dancing
going to the beach.
You can't believe the beaches.
I have never seen beaches
as beautiful as Sydney's.
And the beaches up north
are the most beautiful.
And the people were like...
WHY DID YOU SEPARATE?
HOW SAD, GUYS!
WHO WAS THE CUCKOLD?
YOU ARE TOO CUTE
WHEN YOU ARE SAD
COME AND I'LL COMFORT YOU
I'MNOTASUMMERLOVE
ARE YOU OK?
I'VE BEEN BETTER
YOU WILL GET OVER HIM
I NEED TO UNDERSTAND
WHAT HAPPENED TO BELIEVE THANOBODY STOPS LOVING
WITHOUT REASON.
THERE ARE ALWAYS SIGNS
THAT'S GOOD.
I'LL THINK ABOUT IT. THANKS.
While silence eats
all the walls,
you and I go
from bed to heart...
dragging like every night,
the useless rhythm
of this revenge...
that we know
leads nowhere.
Now I have the pleasure
of presenting...
Right on time!
Introduce each other...
a great beautiful poet...
Tom Martnez.
Give him a warm welcome.
Hello everyone!
I want to share something new
that I wrote.
Hope you like it.
He looks like the boy
in the photo.
The boy in the photo passed
through a hundred filters.
My mind searches
for the place
where it saved his profile
picture from the dating app.
I'm almost sure
it's him.
I recognize one of his nipples
when he opens the door
with his torso bare.
Quickly, I put on my
mountaineering suit
and enter his house ready
to climb the Mount Everest
that rises from his muscular
and hairy chest.
I look at his ass
whenever I can.
I imagine Jupiter and Saturn
locked up in his shorts.
I like astronomy since
I was a child.
He offers me an Aperol.
Now I'm sure it's him.
It's the same glass, the same
ice, and the same drink
as his photo passed through
one hundred filters.
But I like
more bitter drinks.
That's not the fluid
I came for.
In the patio of his house
we kiss...
What a beautiful deck chair!
With my tongue, I try to get lava
out of his Mount Everest
as if it was a volcano.
I put my hand inside his pants
looking for the rings of Saturn.
That plant looks like
the one my grandmother had!
He caresses my member
and I imitate him.
We insist until the scream arrives
and, later, the first fluid.
Ah! Right to the deck chair...
And another... Ah!
On the plant that looks like
the one that my grandmother had...
Ah! At the Aperol drink...
What aim!
Our members spit non-stop.
The house floods quickly.
The liquid covers me.
I hold my breath
and try to swim
through the white water
to the surface.
I should change my
mountaineering suit for a diver's
but I'd rather leave life
than release the moisture
from his member.
I scream, like before,
but only bubbles
come out of my mouth.
Glup! Glup! Glup!
We fall exhausted.
We can barely breathe.
Slowly, we calm down
and awkwardness sets in.
Perhaps if we had talked
a little earlier
we would know what
to talk about.
But all I know is that he is
into cryptocurrencies
and I, who write poems,
don't know what to say to him.
Luckily, the awkward moment
only lasts a few seconds.
He invites me to a new sexual
challenge with his gaze.
I want to say "no" when
I spot his other Mount Everest.
The one that I had not yet visited
on my previous expedition.
I put my mountaineering gear
back on and prepare to climb.
Did your house flood?
Don't leave, Zabo will be
performing soon
to close up the evening.
-Congrats!
-Thank you!
-Congratulations!
-Thanks.
Very graphic.
Don't clap just because...
You don't know what I'm about to do...
What about if I say "kill everyone"...
What do you think about it?
A lack of respect
for my privacy.
-Our.
-You don't deny it.
I take from life
for inspiration.
It's also my life.
You could have asked me
for permission or warned me.
No one knows it's you.
I do. And I didn't want
to feel exposed like that.
I work like this.
It is my way of making art.
Well, you can stick your art
right up your ass.
Don't you think it's too much
to make a scene here.
You don't want
to feel exposed?
I think you're
out of place, baby.
Look man, no one asked
your opinion.
"Look, man," I don't know why
you assume I'm a boy.
But I can say
whatever I want.
And you're totally
out of place.
So you better go.
Are you crazy, man...
girl... "They"!?
What happen
with you and genres?
If it's so hard,
you're in the wrong place.
Let's go, Esteban.
-But "they" is well said.
-Esteban!
What?
He is an exaggerator.
Come on, say it!
Here, the most misplaced,
was you.
Me? Why?
I love your poetry.
But be very careful, Tom.
It's not cool to hurt people
to make art.
-I didn't do anything wrong.
-Didn't you?
-Congratulations!
-Thanks!
Well, this is it, Jero.
It was almost a pleasure.
Love, Tom.
Dress up.
We are going to train.
Go!
He is a psychopath.
I don't understand how
I didn't see it before.
It was all
right under my nose.
Do you remember the first time
we saw him recite that poem?
How did I get back together
with him after that?
Jero... You need to let go.
-Is not easy.
-Enough! You have to fuck.
I told you,
"A nail drives out another".
Hello. I'm Pablo.
Hello, Pablo. How you doing?
Esteban.
Pablo, the new student.
Jero.
Yes, I know.
We know each other?
I was a follower of the account
you had with Tom...
That's how I got to Esteban
and the training group.
I am sorry
for your separation.
Nothing to regret.
He's over it.
I'm glad.
Get going,
we'll start in a moment.
"Pablito nailed a little nail...
and a nail... drives out another."
Think about it.
Well guys.
Let's start.
A few runs
from cone to cone.
What do you want?
Let's talk.
-I was leaving.
-Where to?
To my cross-fit class.
I mean, what do you care.
Can we talk?
Do you want an Aperol?
Oh, no, wait!
You don't like sweet drinks...
Forgive me.
The poem was too much.
I shouldn't have exposed you
like that.
Well, I don't want
to come across
as the guy who takes away
your creativity either.
Perhaps if you
had told me earlier
I would have been
more prepared.
You are absolutely right.
The poem was good...
I mean, if I hadn't been
the protagonist.
What can I do
to make it up to you?
I don't know.
I am allergic to cats.
Esteban is waiting for me.
The puppy wants to play
with the sausage.
I'll tell Esteban
that I'm not going.
My friend...
Sorry, something came up.
I can't go to class.
I'll explain later.
What are you doing?
A "chocotorta". You like?
I'm a fan of
the "chocotorta".
Oh yeah!
Finally a coincidence
in this couple!
If I hurry I can finish it
for the afternoon.
What's wrong?
-I have class.
-Now?
It's Wednesday.
No worries.
We eat it for dessert.
Can you open for me?
Catch!
And bring a bag with clothes,
so you don't use all my t-shirts.
I'll make room for you
in the closet.
For a moment, I imagined that
those keys didn't open any doors.
OKAY.
No kiss?
That I was a prisoner
in a stinky romantic comedy...
where I was the protagonist.
When I saw the street
I discovered that I was free.
That I just had
to make a decision.
Go back or escape forever.
And I'm not going to lie,
the first thing
that crossed my mind
was to swim to Uruguay
and start a new life
selling handicrafts
in Cabo Polonio.
Are you staying or going?
-I'll stay.
-Oh really?
I'll leave you
with your prince.
Teacher, can I buy you
a drink, sir?
-If you don't call me "sir"...
-Sorry.
A gin and tonic.
Sorry I didn't bring anything
to read today.
I've been distracted
these days.
Are you in love?
Something like that.
Write about it, then.
I need a little inspiration.
Motherfucker!
To hell with all this!
GYM GROUP:
Esteban added Pablo.
ESTEBAN: WE WELCOME PABLO.
IGNACIO: WELCOME, PABLO
JOSEFINA: WELCOME!!!
CHARLI: PABLITOOO! COME ON!!
PABLO: THANK YOU, EVERYONE!
STEFI: WHAT A TREAT!
I'LL BE COMING BACK.
IGNACIO: YOU BETTER CLEAN UP, GIRL!
WELCOME.
THANK YOU.
WHAT WERE YOU DOING?
NOT MUCH. LOOKING
FOR SOMETHING ON NETFLIX
DO YOU WANT TO COME OVER
FOR A DRINK?
-Come in...
-Yes.
I saw this place so many times
on TikTok.
It's like being
on a TV set.
-Do you want a drink?
-What do you have?
-Water, wine... Aperol.
-I love Aperol.
Are these keys yours?
Yes.
I loved it.
Next time let's go to my place
so we're more comfortable.
Sure. I have to go now.
Hi love! The "chocotorta"
came out spectacular.
I was tempted and couldn't help
but eat half of it.
I'll have to push harder
tomorrow at cross-fit.
Jero, I just got out of class.
I have body aches
and my head is splitting.
I think I have the flu.
I'll go home.
I'll call you tomorrow. Bye.
I didn't see it possible
to dedicate myself to crafts
in Cabo Polonio because
I don't even know how to do a braid.
I made up the flu
because I needed to think.
Tom, you're a jerk.
You hooked up with a poor kid
in the bathroom
just a few hours after
I invited you
to come live
in my house?
Did you really make up that
cold so you wouldn't see me?
The chocotorta, that day,
had turned out great.
I'm glad
you didn't eat it.
I regret having to know you
as you really are.
Now, there's a guy
in the bedroom sleeping.
We just had great sex.
It's my style: ordinary and
superficial as you would say.
While we fucked,
there were moments
when I didn't think
about you
and that felt really good.
I think I'd better go.
Will you open for me?
Dear Jero...
Today I took a bag with
my things to your house.
Throughout the day I looked for
a sign of repentance in your eyes
at this step we were taking...
Let's see what you got.
But I didn't find
anything like that...
Give me that.
It's mine.
Best poet in Argentine's history.
After me...
On the contrary,
you looked absolutely happy...
All, take out everything.
-This is it?
-Yes.
You thought it was
too small a bag.
But I want you to know that,
for me,
that bag was gigantic
and weighed like an elephant.
I introduce you,
or you introduce me.
We can each
introduce ourselves.
I say, 'I am Tom.
You are Jero'.
Or I'll introduce us both.
Or not, you introduce us to both.
You say: he is Tom, I am Jero.
Oh, I don't know,
I don't know.
What are you laughing at?
Are you recording?
No, give it to me.
Wait. Take it easy.
You are recording everything.
The Tom and Jero Show.
I don't know how long
our coexistence will last.
All this is too much
for me.
I guess we'll have some
shitty moments...
THIS IS REAL
And I suppose that we'll have
happy moments too...
But I'm warning you, Jero.
You won't find them
in my next letters.
Now that we live together,
we write this story together.
I like that you're here.
I'll take care
of the adversities.
It is in my nature.
I leave the part of the idyll to you
so that you can do with it
whatever you want...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEAUTIFUL.
OH HAPPY DAY!
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY".
ESTEBAN: VOICE MESSAGE
My friend, happy birthday.
How are you?
Up, up, up,
to celebrate today, huh!
Are we going to that
Gay Party we like tonight?
You moron!
ESTEBAN: VOICE MESSAGE
How annoying!
Dear Jero...
If I read one more "Dear Jero",
I'm going to kill myself.
I knew you would try to cheat
by reading the last letter
to save yourself the rest.
I got to know you
all too well.
But I warn you that
it won't be that easy.
There's no shortcut
to the truth, Jero...
Son of a bitch!
Dear Jero. This is not
the last letter either...
Did you want order, asshole?
There you have it!
Dear Jero, I must admit
something to you.
You made it really hard
for me to hate Halloween.
Say something.
What do you want me to say?
Do you like it?
All of this seems
silly to me.
Yes, I already
understood that.
How does the suit fit you?
I don't know Jero.
-Let me see.
-Don't even think about coming in.
Come on...
I won't even tell you to come
to the party with me anymore.
I just want to see
how it looks on you.
No, Jero.
-Pretty please.
-No!
-Oh-my-god.
-Can I take it off now?
Please do what
I asked before.
-Jero...
-I beg you.
"I am Sailor Venus, and I will
punish you in the name of love"
Do it better.
"I am Sailor Venus, and I will
punish you in the name of love"
Again. With feeling.
"I am Sailor Venus, and I will
punish you in the name of love"
I love you.
Well, I'm going to take
this off.
Wait!
I've been dreaming about
this crossover for years.
But above all things,
you managed to make me forget,
for a moment, the first
"I love you" of our relationship.
It's been a long time
since we fucked
with the intensity
of tonight.
And I missed this...
I never said I love you.
You are delusional.
I never said I love you.
Happy Birthday to me!
Jero!
Jero! Hey!
Wake up! Jero!
What are you doing here?
You didn't answer my calls.
Jeronimo, wake up, brother!
How long have you
been drinking?
Ever since I woke up...
Today is my birthday, you know?
Really?
I left you several messages.
And tomorrow is
Tom's birthday.
I remember.
How can it be that
such different people
have birthdays
just one day apart?
You are of two different signs.
Yeah, that's what
Tom always said.
I guess to stand out
from me.
I think I'm going to
throw up...
Take a bath since
you are in there.
I made you coffee.
-I don't want any.
-It will do you good.
Nothing can do me good right now.
How long are you going
to be like this?
I don't know...
Forever?
What you have is
abstinence from sex.
I fucked Pablo last night.
Pablito?
Really? You were keeping
secrets from me?
Did he nail you?
Or the other way around?
OK, don't get into details
but tell me, at least, how it went.
I couldn't stop thinking
about Tom while we were doing it.
I loved him, Esteban.
And he knew it perfectly.
I said it to his face.
I don't understand why
he had to be so cruel.
Because he is cruel.
And how am I?
Why did I fall in love
with a guy like that?
I'm not the best person
to talk about love.
But I can tell you...
you should throw
these shitty letters away.
Now I feel like
I can't stop.
I need to understand.
There is nothing
to understand.
Tom is a piece of shit.
That's the only thing
you have to know.
All of this was
like a game to him.
Maybe it was me...
You didn't do
anything wrong.
This relationship was
literally a game for him.
He says it clearly...
What do you mean?
Look.
Come on in...
Lunch is here.
They always make me
the same joke.
-Hello.
-Hello.
Do you want an Aperol?
Yes, thanks.
Make yourself comfortable.
Your house is beautiful.
It's actually Jero's.
But you live here too.
Tom doesn't feel
completely at home.
Look, I'm not even from here
and I already feel at home.
Bring the sparkling water.
You see?
Have you ever had a
threesome before?
You guys?
-Yes.
-No.
I don't want trouble.
-Everything is alright.
-It's the first one together.
-Whose idea was it?
-It was Tom's idea.
We kind of decided
it together.
You are strange.
You don't look like
a couple.
Thanks.
I was thirsty.
Shall we go
to the bedroom?
It's not true that
I had a threesome before.
I just wanted to know
what happened to me if I watched you
fuck someone else.
Are you coming or not?
And the result, perhaps,
will surprise you.
I felt absolutely nothing.
Then the questions came:
What to do from now on?
Keep pretending that everything
is fine between us?
For now I need you and there
will be no changes to the plan.
But, the "Jero Project"
is coming to an end.
What are you doing?
I'm looking for
the next letter.
What for?
I need to understand
what the "Jero Project" is.
I didn't give you
the letter for this.
What did you give it
to me for, then?
So that you realize
that none of this makes sense.
Tom is sick.
This was all
a joke to him.
Okay. Help me search.
No, Jero.
You are as sick as he is
if you play along.
And who are you
to tell me that?
You are terrified of commitment.
You are going to die alone.
Who is sicker
of the two of you?
If you're not going
to help me find the letter,
I'd rather you go.
We only have to pretend
that this is normal
even though we both know
that this is the end
The two of them
had a good time.
I practically
did not participate.
I think I preferred to masturbate
watching a porn movie online...
Why are you telling me
all this?
Because you are
my friend.
But you know that I don't
understand anything you're doing.
-What do you mean?
-You never liked Jero.
-That is not true. At first...
-At first it was just sex.
Yes, but then I bet on
a relationship with him.
Bet? I didn't see you
making any bets.
We went to live together.
You know that doesn't
mean anything.
You just changed
your roommate.
Here, the important thing,
is knowing how you feel
about Jero.
I don't know.
What do you mean
"you don't know"?
You love him?
You hate him?
Are you indifferent?
I love to hate him.
What?
I like him, but I hate him
at the same time.
Leave him alone.
I can't.
Why?
He inspires me.
REMINDER: "TOM MARTINEZ'S BIRTHDAY"
I guess you're not calling
to wish me happy birthday.
Jero...
Why are you doing
this to me?
Did you finish reading
the letters?
Not yet.
Perhaps you will find
some answer
when you finish
reading them.
Or maybe not.
At times I didn't even know
why I did it.
But in the end
I found a reason.
It was useful to me.
Maybe you will find
some use for it too.
So far that
has not been happening.
Has anyone seen Tom?
How did you spend
your birthday?
Horrible.
Tom, come here,
you have to blow out the candles!
I have to go, Jero.
Wait!
Explain to me, at least,
what the "Jero Project" is.
Bye, Jero.
That's it guys!
Keep that rhythm.
10 more seconds.
Hey.
-Ah, how're you doing?
-Good.
Aren't you going to come
to class anymore?
Yes, I'll be back.
He asked me
about you today.
Why don't you go
say hello?
I better not.
We didn't finish well
the other night.
He seems like a good guy.
I don't think he's upset.
I actually came
to talk to you.
I wanted to apologize
for the other night.
It's okay.
You didn't say anything
that isn't true.
You neither.
Did you find
the damn letter?
Nothing.
But Q knows everything.
He says it there.
Would you come with me
to see "them"?
We are no longer
in contact.
But is he still
teaching here?
Yes, but I can be
next to a person
and still have
no contact.
You fought.
Doesn't he mention
our fight in the letters?
I haven't finished
reading them.
Can I give you
some advice, Jero?
Don't bother
reading them.
Burn them.
If you know something,
tell us
and save us
the mystery.
I'm not the one who has
to say something.
-Talk to Tom.
-He doesn't pick up.
Then forget it and
move on with your life.
You people are great.
You make all this mess
and then you want us
to forget about it.
First, don't put me
in the same bag
because I have nothing
to do with this.
In fact, this is exactly why
I had a fight with Tom.
Second, what do you mean
by "you"?
Let's go, Esteban.
You... "the poets"...
"the intellectuals"...
You think that, because
we have more muscles,
we are stupid.
"DETACHMENT"
You are not better
than us... or "they"...
or whatever "they" perceive
that "they" have in the asshole.
Okay. You better leave right now.
-You are going to kick me out?
-Yes.
No, well, I'm sorry...
I've waited for you
You were deceiving me
I just blushed
I could only ask you
I found you
I found you looking for me
I was so sad to know
You just had to make it right
I had to forget about you
What do I do with
the hat?
I hate that
you're leaving.
I still have parents.
What if you stay
for Christmas...
and spend New Year
with them?
I haven't seen
my parents all year.
My mom really wants us
to spend it together.
You know that if you asked me
I would accompany you, right?
I know practically nothing
about them.
I think I'd like
to meet your parents.
I'm not ready
to introduce someone
to my parents yet.
They are
very conservative.
And the town where
they live in...
It's okay.
I just wanted
to mention it.
I didn't buy you anything.
No matter.
Can I open it now or do I have
to wait until Christmas?
You won't be with me.
I don't care.
It is for you to write those
beautiful things that you write.
I love it. Thanks.
My parents are not
that conservative, actually.
They are Catholic and
go to mass every Sunday,
but they never had any
problems with my sexuality.
No, Jero.
They are not the reason why
I didn't invite you
to travel with me.
Take it with you.
I'm not going to wear it.
Then throw it away.
At home it will remind me
that you are not here.
You yourself are that cause.
I needed a
"Vacation from Jero".
A tourist package with
transportation and lodging...
anywhere in the world,
but far away from you.
No kiss?
I was so sad to know
You just had to make it right
I was so sad to know
I had to forget about you
I've waited for you.
You were deceiving me
I just blushed
I found you looking for me
I was so sad to know
You just had to make it right
I was so sad to know
I had to forget about you
Are you going to use it?
-What?
-The notebook...
Oh! Yes.
I thought you didn't use it
because you didn't like it.
I was saving it
for a special occasion.
I finish this and
go to the cross-fit class.
Dear Jero,
this is the last letter.
If you've read this far
I guess you must be
fed up with this.
So I'm going to do you
the great favor of being brief.
Today is our anniversary.
But also the day we will stop
being a couple
or what we are.
It wasn't all bad but,
at the same time,
it was never
quite right.
I want you to know that there
is nothing you could have done
to prevent this ending.
This was an end announced
from the very day we met.
You and I are
absolutely incompatible.
Our way of life and our interests
are opposite.
But I'm on
the right side.
I will always be
better than you.
You might wonder why
I was by your side for so long.
The answer is "art".
At some point in our story,
I discovered
that our differences
inspired me.
You were my muse
for a whole year.
I have to thank you for that
inspiration that I needed so much.
I thank you, too,
for the best sex of my life.
That is, perhaps, what I am going
to miss the most about you.
This is the last letter
although you will find others.
Those are there to keep you
from starting at the end.
Bye Jero.
I hope you don't hold
a grudge against me.
The end.
It's changed.
Last time I was here,
this looked like Gotham City.
I moved
some furniture around.
I see that,
but that's not all.
There is new energy.
Are you sure?
Let's go.
I love that more and more people
come to our meetings.
I'm very happy.
I take this opportunity
to apologize to the owners
of the saunas and glory holes
for stealing so many customers.
Today is an important day because
a friend is presenting a new book.
I'm very happy for him.
Ladies, gentlemen, and all people:
Tom Martinez.
Thanks. I hope you like
my new material.
You can buy the book
at the entrance.
The keys to your house
burn in my hand.
They mark my skin
erasing my fingerprints.
I know that I lose identity
by agreeing to go live with you.
I know that I also
lose dignity.
I do everything a desperate soul
does to avoid taking the deal.
I run away.
I let someone suck my dick
in my job's bathroom.
I use it as a last ditch attempt
to find a detour to my destination.
I improvise a new way back
to our "living place".
I call it that
to convince myself
that it is a property
and not a home.
I walk slowly as I explore
the pros and cons
of living together.
Right there, I face them
on a battlefield.
An army made up
of the best sex of my life
and your well-formed body
faces infinite fighters
who bear the name
of each one of your defects.
Your superficial comments
hit your abs hard.
Your way of
"making love to me"
subdues the empty spaces
of your bookshelf.
Your cryptocurrencies
surrender
to the power of your
two Mounts Everest.
The battle between your defects
and your virtues is bloody.
Each troop resists
as they can.
I watch them attack each other
with indifference.
I enjoy seeing them wounded,
without strength.
I know I deserve someone
better than you.
I repeat like a mantra:
"I know I deserve someone
better than you."
A message from you
stops the battle...
Hi, love. The "chocotorta"
came out spectacular.
I was tempted and couldn't help
but eat half of it.
I'll have to push harder
tomorrow at cross-fit.
I am not ready.
I modify the path and
return to my own home.
My true home.
I lay the soldiers to rest
in their trenches.
Soon they will
meet again.
Let's go.
Jero!
Did you like it?
Does it matter?
I hope you understand
that it is art.
Art, my balls!
Motherfucker!
I'm not talking
to you, monkey.
Go away.
Wait for me
outside, please.
Deep down I like
that you came.
I take that as a sign
that you don't hold
a grudge against me.
You're confused.
I came to return
the letters.
They are yours.
In your farewell letter
you told me
that I was going to see
myself reflected in them.
I already did my part.
Now it's your turn to
look at yourself in them.
-Bye!
-Take a book.
No, thanks.
I've put you in the "acknowledgment".
None of this would
have been possible without you.
I insist.
What good sex we had.
If one day you stop
hating me
and want to do it again,
let me know.
I don't hate you Tom.
I pity you.
"DETACHMENT"
How did it go?
Perfect.
-Are you going to tell me?
-Nope.
I hate you.
Did you see
how cute Q was?
Would "they" be cool
if I invite "them" out?
You should try it.
But would it be cool?
HELLO!
HELLO!
DID YOU FIND OUT?
WHAT?
WHAT HAPPENED
WITH YOUR EX.
YES.
YOU OVER HIM, THEN?
YES.
DO YOU LIKE APEROL?
-Pablo!
-Hello!
What are you
doing here?
You promised me
an Aperol.
May I come in?
Come in.
It was you all this time?
Yes.
We were talking
all this time.
I can't believe it.
-But...
-The magic of social media.
Good morning!
I see you are resting.
Isn't it so?
Tell me. Aren't you worried?
Excuse me, your majesty
are you feeling alright?
Are you comfortable?
Do you want me to get you anything?
Gin and tonic?
Something to drink?
Excuse me, can I ask you something?
Does it hurt to be so pretty?
Do you think he'll suck me some day?
I hope he'll suck me soon...
Who exercises the most?
Who takes longer in the shower?
Who has more secrets?
That's fine.
Strike a pose.
Are you shooting a video?
Stop it!
You are such an asshole...
No, no, wait!
#300letters
-Shall we upload it then?
-Sure.
I don't want to cause you
any trouble... especially today.
No problem.
I'll upload it and tag you
so you gain followers...
and, who knows,
some other students.
Okay, I like it.
Do you celebrate Valentine's Day?
Obviously.
Today one of us gets pregnant.
Get ready to be a godfather.
No godson for me...
-See you, buddy.
-Bye.
"Party hard".
Guys, can you lend me a hand
before we go?
Love, I'm coming back really sneakily
just the way you like it.
Shall we take
a shower together?
Do you want me
to buy you something?
Fruit, a treat, pastries?
I'm up for a cake.
Shall we make one?
Love...
How strange, you without music!
Love...
Hadn't we arranged to have a snack
to celebrate?
You can't forget what day it is today.
Date maniac!
I knew you couldn't forget.
How pretty you are!
What's this?
What is it, a treasure hunt?
Dear Jero,
surely this is going to seem
like a hasty decision.
But I swear to you
that it is not.
Today, I walk away
from your life.
It is the inevitable closure
of a completed cycle,
at least for me.
In the box there are
299 letters that I wrote
every day we saw
each other since we met.
I hope that with them
you can understand me.
I'm warning you,
it's not going to be pretty.
You are going to see yourself
reflected in a different mirror
than the one
you are used to.
I ask you, please, do not call me,
or write to me,
and especially,
do not send me voice recordings.
I hate them.
Let this settle.
Bye, Jero.
He left me with a performance!
I was prepared to be dumped
by phone or Instagram message,
even from Grindr.
But with a "fucking" installation?
I never would have
imagined it.
It's original.
Wait a moment!
There were no signs?
Some reason?
Are you asking me
if it's my fault?
Sort of...
No, Esteban. I am a saint.
A saint? Really?
Are you my friend
or his, Esteban?
Do you want me to tell you
what you want to hear
or the truth, Jeronimo?
I am a saint.
Maybe I wasn't so much
at the beginning.
But I've been good
for a while now.
Son of a bitch!
I should just burn all of this down
and fuck the hell out of it.
And be left in doubt?
Do you know something?
I'm as surprised as you.
What do I do?
Read the letters.
Follow the game?
No other choice?
Yes. Fuck... Fuck... Fuck...
a lot...
but a lot,
until you forget he existed.
Take them.
Read them and then tell me
what they say.
You're crazy.
It's your story, not mine.
Own it. Or don't...
It's your decision.
Esteban!
Come closer
What does it matter?
What happened to you?
Pick up... Let's talk...
Why are you doing this?
PICK UP!
Answer me, Tom!
Nobody made me feel this way
I'm lost because of you
My head spins when I see you
Now I understand
February 14th.
Dear Jero.
I'm going to start
by saying
that it was amazing
what happened today.
The best thing about it
was how quickly we clicked
and we didn't extend
the excruciating chat...
Please don't be a fake.
please don't be a fake.
It's you!
It's me!
Who did you think?
There's a lot of fakes
going around.
Hello.
Do you want to come in?
Yes!
I must confess
that I was nervous.
It's not every day I meet
a guy like you on Grindr.
It's cute.
Do you want something
to drink?
-What are you drinking?
-Aperol. Do you want one?
Water is fine...
Do you want a joint?
The truth is that
I hardly ever smoke,
but if you brought some...
feel free.
Everything was so typical.
Straight out of
an IKEA catalog.
Then you told me
that most of the things
you had brought from Europe.
So traveled, so plastic.
Even the electronic music playing
in the background...
One of many playlists to fuck to.
So textbook.
What a nice patio.
It can't be seen
from anywhere.
So kinky to fuck here, right?
I'm getting your shoes wet.
No matter. Keep kissing.
Come here...
Sorry, sorry, I was too horny.
Me too.
Give me two seconds
and we'll resume.
Having sex with you like this
is my way of rebelling
on Valentine's Day.
Today?
It's Valentine's.
Oh! I didn't even notice.
You drive me crazy.
Jero, Jero, Jero,
what a hole...
a mole, a pole, a sailor...
could live there.
-Are you a marine?
-You wish, you're kinky.
No... Poet, writer, bah.
-I am also a poet...
-Really?
Used to pray for a moment
just like this.
There's a fire in your eyes
I can't resist.
Baby, we're gonna wanna
remember this.
I can taste forever
on your lips.
There's a lifetime living
inside that kiss.
Baby, we're gonna wanna
remember this.
Did you just recite
Jonas Brothers lyrics to me?
Nooo. Did they
plagiarize me?
Really. What do you do...
and why do you have
two computers on
at the same time?
Investments...
cryptocurrencies.
What?
Is that a job?
Is being a "poet" a job?
I also teach.
Everything about you seemed
so cheesy and childish.
Your books, your not job.
But sex... Phew.
I was tired of so many assholes
with 15-minute fucks
and zero brains to chat...
What's wrong with
Knights of the Zodiac?
What?
You are team Sailor Moon.
I guess.
How can you prefer those girls?
The Knights are everything.
It's not like I can talk much
with you either.
But I had a lot of fun.
It's been a long time since I've laughed
after having sex with someone.
And that is a compliment.
If I had to put
a label on you,
it would be...
an ornate bourgeois.
Still, I have nothing against
people who are lucky in life.
How did you get involved
in cryptocurrency?
Early inheritance.
I am an orphan...
and my godfather,
my old man's best friend,
put my money
in a fund abroad.
When I came of age I had to decide
what to do with my life.
Didn't you feel like
studying something?
No...
You like the good life.
No effort.
I only make an effort
in cross-fit classes.
If losing your parents
as a child can be called luck.
But I come
from another world.
A lively
and hard-working family.
Lots of study.
The constant struggle
to try to make a living from art.
And gyms...
like churches...
I only look at the
from afar.
I have to go.
That class is not going
to take place on its own.
Is it by Zoom? You can do it here,
if you want.
Face-to-face.
So vintage...
OK. With this I'm out.
I very much doubt that
we will see each other again.
It's not that I
don't want you to go.
It's so you don't run.
Although I would like you
to stay...
I can't.
I tried.
But what
a good fuck, OMG.
Whenever you want,
we repeat.
Like... let's say, now...
So intense...
Can't say no
to a quick blowjob.
If I made a ranking of the
best sexual encounters of my life,
the one I had with you
would surely be
fighting for the top positions.
But absolute pleasure
does not exist.
I could never spend too much time
with a guy like you.
You represent everything
that I most reject
from the human being.
You are 100% superficial.
"See you never", Jero.
Overloaded bourgeois...
Corny...
Childish... superficial...
What the fuck
is all this?
What are you playing?
Dear Jero, my hand is
still shaking as I write this...
Seeing you again
was not in my plans.
But I am weak.
I am an addict and
sex with you is my drug.
Every day we find
something new to do...
Dear Jero, I could also teach you
something, couldn't I?
Dear Jero, if there was a prize
that combined...
Guinness, Oscar and Nobel,
it should be ours.
Although, in the end,
I always feel like a loser.
That feeling of emptiness
and the desire
to never see you again
are repeated every day.
But my relapses
are constant
and I can't help but reply
to your messages.
Evidently I'm attracted
to sex.
But... sometimes I'm afraid
it's something more.
A self inflicted punishment.
Masochism.
Talk it over
in therapy, moron.
Why are you telling me
all this?
I thought
you weren't coming.
I needed
to clear my head.
I've been reading
the letters.
And?
Throw everything away, Jero.
Forget those letters.
You asked me to read them.
And now I'm asking you to stop.
Let's move on to plan B.
Was there a plan B?
Yes buddy. To fuck!
To fuck until you forget
he ever existed.
One nail
drives out another.
Come on...
HOT!
FULL SEX
BEARDS
GOOD VIBES
EAGER
I LIKE IDear Jero,
I thought we couldn't
find a new position.
You surprised me...
Sex...
Dear Jero,
To find you naked,
destroys my chance of escape...
More sex...
Sex...
Dear Jero,
I'm not a contortionist...
In the end
sex is the only thing
that mattered to you...
Dear Jero.
Why ruin what we had?
Why this damn need to change
things and move forward?
Forward to where?
We just took
a step back...
Come in.
Jero is finishing his shower.
What bothered me the most
was the ambush...
Do you want something
to drink?
Were you guys
having something?
I asked first.
By the hour, I would have
a gin and tonic.
Nice, we continue
with the "mate"...
You are...?
Esteban. I told you when
I opened the door for you.
I got that...
I mean... brother, cousin...
a friend of Jero?
Oh, no.
He didn't tell you?
We are a couple.
Today we were going to have
a threesome.
No, sorry, a little lie...
I'm best friends
with him.
We should ask him that.
Maybe he doesn't feel
the same way.
Jero told me all about you.
Oh really?
You are a literature teacher.
I am a poet...
I also teach.
What kind of poetry
do you do?
What kind of poetry
do you know?
Alfonsina Storni?
Right...
What I do is different.
I don't know much
about poetry...
Jero told me that
you met on Grindr.
And that you've seen
several times.
That is not common
in Jero.
And what would be common
in Jero?
To fuck. Once.
Are you jealous?
Jealous? Of what?
Of what
Jero and I have.
You guys have nothing.
Well, it turns out
that in the end
he doesn't consider you
his best friend.
What do you mean?
That what Jero and I have
is more than sex.
What are you guys
up to?
Hello my love.
We were getting to know
each other with "Estebi".
Do you want something
to drink?
He already offered me...
I'm going to the patio
to smoke some weed...
I'm desperate.
There's a strange vibe.
What do you do with
one of these guys?
"These guys"?
He is not like us.
We have a good time.
It's all super relaxed...
He just told me
you're dating.
Did he tell you that?
You told me
it was just a fuck.
I don't know, Esteban.
I didn't put a label on it.
One thing is a fuck
and another, very different,
is a boyfriend.
-Am I your best friend?
-Obviously.
I don't like this guy.
You don't have to
like him.
That is what you would answer
if you were dating.
We're not dating.
We laugh at queers
like these...
What?
I forgot the lighter
at home.
I'm leaving.
Wait Tom.
Wait... Tom!
Wait!
Tom!
Don't go.
What part of "queers like me"
do you laugh about?
The way we speak?
Or the mannered walk?
That was
a thousand years ago, Tom.
We were idiots
who didn't understand anything.
You still are the same asshole
but with more muscles.
-Open the door.
-Wait.
I am no longer
that person.
Would you walk with me,
hand in hand, down the street?
I thought neither of us
wanted that.
But do you want something else
to happen between us?
I don't know.
Well, when you find out,
let me know...
Now open the door.
When did I become the person
claiming marriage to another?
It's your fault, Jero.
This is what you
turned me into.
I'm your creation...
We hang out
and have a good time.
Nothing more.
I don't want us to walk
down the street, holding hands.
You are an ordinary person.
One of the bunch
of shallow cross-fit guys.
Don't confuse me.
I'm embarrassed
by you, Jero.
Ordinary?
Superficial?
Do you think you are
the last coke in the desert?
Go fuck yourself.
Damn you Tom.
WHY AREN'T YOU POSTING?
WE MISS YOU!
OUT ON VACATION?
POST SOMETHING!
DID YOU SPLIT UP?
Hello people!
Here I am after
a few difficult days.
I'm making this video to respond
to all the messages you sent.
The answer to most
of your questions is: YES.
Tom and I are separated.
Actually, he left home...
and left me 300 letters.
His thoughts since
the day we first met.
I don't have much to say
except that I'm knowing
a completely different Tom.
Not everything is laughter
and happiness in love it seems.
Well... I would still like
to believe that there is
some true love
on that side.
I don't know
if we'll be back...
I don't know if
I'll post here again...
So... see you in real life.
Or maybe not.
Bye.
I should be writing poetry.
I don't understand
why I keep wasting
time with this.
It's blocking me more.
I'm done.
With what?
This... Jero and I.
And when did it start?
I told you.
You told me you where fucking
a guy like you were rabbits.
Yes, him.
But was there
something else?
-No.
-Do you like him?
He's cute.
No, I mean if you "like" him...
If you have "feeling" for him.
Are you crazy?
Then, if nothing started,
it can't be over.
Leave it.
You don't understand.
What I don't understand is
why it affects you so much.
If you only had sex,
the only thing that changed
is that you were left
without a bun. Find another.
Open Grindr.
Surely you have
a thousand messages waiting.
Nevertheless, it's still
something that ends.
Then recognize that
you wanted something else.
Shush! You are not allowed
to say that...
I have nothing to do
with Jero.
People like them
don't like people like us.
You don't like
guys like him either.
Exactly.
I hate "KY cowboys".
But some fuck so well
that they confuse you.
Stop fucking around,
my friend.
We didn't come to this world
to suffer
and you know perfectly well
that we went through worse.
If you want to fuck, fuck.
If you don't like him,
do it with someone else.
What is the meaning of life if
we do things that make us feel bad?
You should always get
something out of it.
The balance should always be positive.
I'll leave you now that your
little ones are coming.
-Teacher.
-Hello...
Sit down while we wait
for the rest.
Do you want
to drink something?
Same as you, sir.
What did we say, Fede?
Don't call me "sir".
I'm not even
your dad's age.
Thank goodness,
I don't like them so old.
The same for him
and charge it to my account.
Don't get used to it.
From time to time you're going
to have to buy me a drink.
Whenever you want, sir...
I mean, whenever you want.
I don't bite.
Thanks for the feedback, professor.
I feel that I'm having trouble
with the story I am writing.
What's wrong?
Kind of what you told me.
I lack experience
to tell some things.
Like the bathroom scene...
-And you're looking...
-Yes.
Is there someone
in the bathroom?
I'm locking up!
See you next week, Fede.
Hello Tom.
I kept thinking...
what happened was not good.
Can we talk?
Well, it sounds very dramatic
said that way.
What I mean is
that I'd like us
to talk about it calmly.
Let me know if
you want to catch up.
When did we become characters
in a Jane Austen novel?
We turned something
super laid back and casual
into this weird awkwardness.
We should be having
wild sex right now.
A blowjob, penetrations,
sex toys, a threesome.
Anything but this.
-I don't know what.
-What do you want?
You first.
No. You are the one
who sent the message.
What did you want
to tell me?
Sorry.
Sorry what?
Sorry about the other day.
Don't apologize.
Right.
I have a good time with you.
Beyond the fuck, I mean.
We chat, we laugh...
I feel a good vibe.
Me too.
I would go for a walk with you
holding hands, down the street.
Don't take it so literally.
It was a metaphor.
-Yes, sorry.
-Don't...
Yes. Don't apologize.
It's just...
I'm a little nervous.
Anyway, I'd like to go out...
for a change.
Go for a drink...
a picnic...
go dancing...
I like you.
That was too much.
I mean, I like spending time
with you.
You lack so much personality.
I don't know what you think.
I find it really strange
that you are so quiet.
I'm listening to you.
But do you like the idea?
OK.
Let's go out for a drink.
Now?
Wasn't that what you wanted?
A quick blowjob
before heading out?
And there's the Jero
that I knew, and I like.
Always ready!
You're so cute...
I hate romance.
Yes, me too,
I hate romance... a lot.
What followed was a series
of contradictions
to your confession
about romanticism
that I can't even
describe in detail.
All the effort you made
to make our outings a date,
but without saying it,
caused me a certain tenderness.
The effort of the casual...
But I also accept that
I didn't do anything to prevent it.
I was amused by all this.
I had fun with you and,
I suppose, because of you.
I had begun to ignore the limit.
-Q... Jero... Jero... Q...
-How are you?
-A pleasure...
-Tom talked a lot about you.
-No.
-Really?
All nice things...
-Really?
-Yes.
...I'm love backwards
and it's a bum shape as a heart.
-It's you.
-Shut up.
We've spent all day
going out dancing
going to the beach.
You can't believe the beaches.
I have never seen beaches
as beautiful as Sydney's.
And the beaches up north
are the most beautiful.
And the people were like...
WHY DID YOU SEPARATE?
HOW SAD, GUYS!
WHO WAS THE CUCKOLD?
YOU ARE TOO CUTE
WHEN YOU ARE SAD
COME AND I'LL COMFORT YOU
I'MNOTASUMMERLOVE
ARE YOU OK?
I'VE BEEN BETTER
YOU WILL GET OVER HIM
I NEED TO UNDERSTAND
WHAT HAPPENED TO BELIEVE THANOBODY STOPS LOVING
WITHOUT REASON.
THERE ARE ALWAYS SIGNS
THAT'S GOOD.
I'LL THINK ABOUT IT. THANKS.
While silence eats
all the walls,
you and I go
from bed to heart...
dragging like every night,
the useless rhythm
of this revenge...
that we know
leads nowhere.
Now I have the pleasure
of presenting...
Right on time!
Introduce each other...
a great beautiful poet...
Tom Martnez.
Give him a warm welcome.
Hello everyone!
I want to share something new
that I wrote.
Hope you like it.
He looks like the boy
in the photo.
The boy in the photo passed
through a hundred filters.
My mind searches
for the place
where it saved his profile
picture from the dating app.
I'm almost sure
it's him.
I recognize one of his nipples
when he opens the door
with his torso bare.
Quickly, I put on my
mountaineering suit
and enter his house ready
to climb the Mount Everest
that rises from his muscular
and hairy chest.
I look at his ass
whenever I can.
I imagine Jupiter and Saturn
locked up in his shorts.
I like astronomy since
I was a child.
He offers me an Aperol.
Now I'm sure it's him.
It's the same glass, the same
ice, and the same drink
as his photo passed through
one hundred filters.
But I like
more bitter drinks.
That's not the fluid
I came for.
In the patio of his house
we kiss...
What a beautiful deck chair!
With my tongue, I try to get lava
out of his Mount Everest
as if it was a volcano.
I put my hand inside his pants
looking for the rings of Saturn.
That plant looks like
the one my grandmother had!
He caresses my member
and I imitate him.
We insist until the scream arrives
and, later, the first fluid.
Ah! Right to the deck chair...
And another... Ah!
On the plant that looks like
the one that my grandmother had...
Ah! At the Aperol drink...
What aim!
Our members spit non-stop.
The house floods quickly.
The liquid covers me.
I hold my breath
and try to swim
through the white water
to the surface.
I should change my
mountaineering suit for a diver's
but I'd rather leave life
than release the moisture
from his member.
I scream, like before,
but only bubbles
come out of my mouth.
Glup! Glup! Glup!
We fall exhausted.
We can barely breathe.
Slowly, we calm down
and awkwardness sets in.
Perhaps if we had talked
a little earlier
we would know what
to talk about.
But all I know is that he is
into cryptocurrencies
and I, who write poems,
don't know what to say to him.
Luckily, the awkward moment
only lasts a few seconds.
He invites me to a new sexual
challenge with his gaze.
I want to say "no" when
I spot his other Mount Everest.
The one that I had not yet visited
on my previous expedition.
I put my mountaineering gear
back on and prepare to climb.
Did your house flood?
Don't leave, Zabo will be
performing soon
to close up the evening.
-Congrats!
-Thank you!
-Congratulations!
-Thanks.
Very graphic.
Don't clap just because...
You don't know what I'm about to do...
What about if I say "kill everyone"...
What do you think about it?
A lack of respect
for my privacy.
-Our.
-You don't deny it.
I take from life
for inspiration.
It's also my life.
You could have asked me
for permission or warned me.
No one knows it's you.
I do. And I didn't want
to feel exposed like that.
I work like this.
It is my way of making art.
Well, you can stick your art
right up your ass.
Don't you think it's too much
to make a scene here.
You don't want
to feel exposed?
I think you're
out of place, baby.
Look man, no one asked
your opinion.
"Look, man," I don't know why
you assume I'm a boy.
But I can say
whatever I want.
And you're totally
out of place.
So you better go.
Are you crazy, man...
girl... "They"!?
What happen
with you and genres?
If it's so hard,
you're in the wrong place.
Let's go, Esteban.
-But "they" is well said.
-Esteban!
What?
He is an exaggerator.
Come on, say it!
Here, the most misplaced,
was you.
Me? Why?
I love your poetry.
But be very careful, Tom.
It's not cool to hurt people
to make art.
-I didn't do anything wrong.
-Didn't you?
-Congratulations!
-Thanks!
Well, this is it, Jero.
It was almost a pleasure.
Love, Tom.
Dress up.
We are going to train.
Go!
He is a psychopath.
I don't understand how
I didn't see it before.
It was all
right under my nose.
Do you remember the first time
we saw him recite that poem?
How did I get back together
with him after that?
Jero... You need to let go.
-Is not easy.
-Enough! You have to fuck.
I told you,
"A nail drives out another".
Hello. I'm Pablo.
Hello, Pablo. How you doing?
Esteban.
Pablo, the new student.
Jero.
Yes, I know.
We know each other?
I was a follower of the account
you had with Tom...
That's how I got to Esteban
and the training group.
I am sorry
for your separation.
Nothing to regret.
He's over it.
I'm glad.
Get going,
we'll start in a moment.
"Pablito nailed a little nail...
and a nail... drives out another."
Think about it.
Well guys.
Let's start.
A few runs
from cone to cone.
What do you want?
Let's talk.
-I was leaving.
-Where to?
To my cross-fit class.
I mean, what do you care.
Can we talk?
Do you want an Aperol?
Oh, no, wait!
You don't like sweet drinks...
Forgive me.
The poem was too much.
I shouldn't have exposed you
like that.
Well, I don't want
to come across
as the guy who takes away
your creativity either.
Perhaps if you
had told me earlier
I would have been
more prepared.
You are absolutely right.
The poem was good...
I mean, if I hadn't been
the protagonist.
What can I do
to make it up to you?
I don't know.
I am allergic to cats.
Esteban is waiting for me.
The puppy wants to play
with the sausage.
I'll tell Esteban
that I'm not going.
My friend...
Sorry, something came up.
I can't go to class.
I'll explain later.
What are you doing?
A "chocotorta". You like?
I'm a fan of
the "chocotorta".
Oh yeah!
Finally a coincidence
in this couple!
If I hurry I can finish it
for the afternoon.
What's wrong?
-I have class.
-Now?
It's Wednesday.
No worries.
We eat it for dessert.
Can you open for me?
Catch!
And bring a bag with clothes,
so you don't use all my t-shirts.
I'll make room for you
in the closet.
For a moment, I imagined that
those keys didn't open any doors.
OKAY.
No kiss?
That I was a prisoner
in a stinky romantic comedy...
where I was the protagonist.
When I saw the street
I discovered that I was free.
That I just had
to make a decision.
Go back or escape forever.
And I'm not going to lie,
the first thing
that crossed my mind
was to swim to Uruguay
and start a new life
selling handicrafts
in Cabo Polonio.
Are you staying or going?
-I'll stay.
-Oh really?
I'll leave you
with your prince.
Teacher, can I buy you
a drink, sir?
-If you don't call me "sir"...
-Sorry.
A gin and tonic.
Sorry I didn't bring anything
to read today.
I've been distracted
these days.
Are you in love?
Something like that.
Write about it, then.
I need a little inspiration.
Motherfucker!
To hell with all this!
GYM GROUP:
Esteban added Pablo.
ESTEBAN: WE WELCOME PABLO.
IGNACIO: WELCOME, PABLO
JOSEFINA: WELCOME!!!
CHARLI: PABLITOOO! COME ON!!
PABLO: THANK YOU, EVERYONE!
STEFI: WHAT A TREAT!
I'LL BE COMING BACK.
IGNACIO: YOU BETTER CLEAN UP, GIRL!
WELCOME.
THANK YOU.
WHAT WERE YOU DOING?
NOT MUCH. LOOKING
FOR SOMETHING ON NETFLIX
DO YOU WANT TO COME OVER
FOR A DRINK?
-Come in...
-Yes.
I saw this place so many times
on TikTok.
It's like being
on a TV set.
-Do you want a drink?
-What do you have?
-Water, wine... Aperol.
-I love Aperol.
Are these keys yours?
Yes.
I loved it.
Next time let's go to my place
so we're more comfortable.
Sure. I have to go now.
Hi love! The "chocotorta"
came out spectacular.
I was tempted and couldn't help
but eat half of it.
I'll have to push harder
tomorrow at cross-fit.
Jero, I just got out of class.
I have body aches
and my head is splitting.
I think I have the flu.
I'll go home.
I'll call you tomorrow. Bye.
I didn't see it possible
to dedicate myself to crafts
in Cabo Polonio because
I don't even know how to do a braid.
I made up the flu
because I needed to think.
Tom, you're a jerk.
You hooked up with a poor kid
in the bathroom
just a few hours after
I invited you
to come live
in my house?
Did you really make up that
cold so you wouldn't see me?
The chocotorta, that day,
had turned out great.
I'm glad
you didn't eat it.
I regret having to know you
as you really are.
Now, there's a guy
in the bedroom sleeping.
We just had great sex.
It's my style: ordinary and
superficial as you would say.
While we fucked,
there were moments
when I didn't think
about you
and that felt really good.
I think I'd better go.
Will you open for me?
Dear Jero...
Today I took a bag with
my things to your house.
Throughout the day I looked for
a sign of repentance in your eyes
at this step we were taking...
Let's see what you got.
But I didn't find
anything like that...
Give me that.
It's mine.
Best poet in Argentine's history.
After me...
On the contrary,
you looked absolutely happy...
All, take out everything.
-This is it?
-Yes.
You thought it was
too small a bag.
But I want you to know that,
for me,
that bag was gigantic
and weighed like an elephant.
I introduce you,
or you introduce me.
We can each
introduce ourselves.
I say, 'I am Tom.
You are Jero'.
Or I'll introduce us both.
Or not, you introduce us to both.
You say: he is Tom, I am Jero.
Oh, I don't know,
I don't know.
What are you laughing at?
Are you recording?
No, give it to me.
Wait. Take it easy.
You are recording everything.
The Tom and Jero Show.
I don't know how long
our coexistence will last.
All this is too much
for me.
I guess we'll have some
shitty moments...
THIS IS REAL
And I suppose that we'll have
happy moments too...
But I'm warning you, Jero.
You won't find them
in my next letters.
Now that we live together,
we write this story together.
I like that you're here.
I'll take care
of the adversities.
It is in my nature.
I leave the part of the idyll to you
so that you can do with it
whatever you want...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEAUTIFUL.
OH HAPPY DAY!
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY".
ESTEBAN: VOICE MESSAGE
My friend, happy birthday.
How are you?
Up, up, up,
to celebrate today, huh!
Are we going to that
Gay Party we like tonight?
You moron!
ESTEBAN: VOICE MESSAGE
How annoying!
Dear Jero...
If I read one more "Dear Jero",
I'm going to kill myself.
I knew you would try to cheat
by reading the last letter
to save yourself the rest.
I got to know you
all too well.
But I warn you that
it won't be that easy.
There's no shortcut
to the truth, Jero...
Son of a bitch!
Dear Jero. This is not
the last letter either...
Did you want order, asshole?
There you have it!
Dear Jero, I must admit
something to you.
You made it really hard
for me to hate Halloween.
Say something.
What do you want me to say?
Do you like it?
All of this seems
silly to me.
Yes, I already
understood that.
How does the suit fit you?
I don't know Jero.
-Let me see.
-Don't even think about coming in.
Come on...
I won't even tell you to come
to the party with me anymore.
I just want to see
how it looks on you.
No, Jero.
-Pretty please.
-No!
-Oh-my-god.
-Can I take it off now?
Please do what
I asked before.
-Jero...
-I beg you.
"I am Sailor Venus, and I will
punish you in the name of love"
Do it better.
"I am Sailor Venus, and I will
punish you in the name of love"
Again. With feeling.
"I am Sailor Venus, and I will
punish you in the name of love"
I love you.
Well, I'm going to take
this off.
Wait!
I've been dreaming about
this crossover for years.
But above all things,
you managed to make me forget,
for a moment, the first
"I love you" of our relationship.
It's been a long time
since we fucked
with the intensity
of tonight.
And I missed this...
I never said I love you.
You are delusional.
I never said I love you.
Happy Birthday to me!
Jero!
Jero! Hey!
Wake up! Jero!
What are you doing here?
You didn't answer my calls.
Jeronimo, wake up, brother!
How long have you
been drinking?
Ever since I woke up...
Today is my birthday, you know?
Really?
I left you several messages.
And tomorrow is
Tom's birthday.
I remember.
How can it be that
such different people
have birthdays
just one day apart?
You are of two different signs.
Yeah, that's what
Tom always said.
I guess to stand out
from me.
I think I'm going to
throw up...
Take a bath since
you are in there.
I made you coffee.
-I don't want any.
-It will do you good.
Nothing can do me good right now.
How long are you going
to be like this?
I don't know...
Forever?
What you have is
abstinence from sex.
I fucked Pablo last night.
Pablito?
Really? You were keeping
secrets from me?
Did he nail you?
Or the other way around?
OK, don't get into details
but tell me, at least, how it went.
I couldn't stop thinking
about Tom while we were doing it.
I loved him, Esteban.
And he knew it perfectly.
I said it to his face.
I don't understand why
he had to be so cruel.
Because he is cruel.
And how am I?
Why did I fall in love
with a guy like that?
I'm not the best person
to talk about love.
But I can tell you...
you should throw
these shitty letters away.
Now I feel like
I can't stop.
I need to understand.
There is nothing
to understand.
Tom is a piece of shit.
That's the only thing
you have to know.
All of this was
like a game to him.
Maybe it was me...
You didn't do
anything wrong.
This relationship was
literally a game for him.
He says it clearly...
What do you mean?
Look.
Come on in...
Lunch is here.
They always make me
the same joke.
-Hello.
-Hello.
Do you want an Aperol?
Yes, thanks.
Make yourself comfortable.
Your house is beautiful.
It's actually Jero's.
But you live here too.
Tom doesn't feel
completely at home.
Look, I'm not even from here
and I already feel at home.
Bring the sparkling water.
You see?
Have you ever had a
threesome before?
You guys?
-Yes.
-No.
I don't want trouble.
-Everything is alright.
-It's the first one together.
-Whose idea was it?
-It was Tom's idea.
We kind of decided
it together.
You are strange.
You don't look like
a couple.
Thanks.
I was thirsty.
Shall we go
to the bedroom?
It's not true that
I had a threesome before.
I just wanted to know
what happened to me if I watched you
fuck someone else.
Are you coming or not?
And the result, perhaps,
will surprise you.
I felt absolutely nothing.
Then the questions came:
What to do from now on?
Keep pretending that everything
is fine between us?
For now I need you and there
will be no changes to the plan.
But, the "Jero Project"
is coming to an end.
What are you doing?
I'm looking for
the next letter.
What for?
I need to understand
what the "Jero Project" is.
I didn't give you
the letter for this.
What did you give it
to me for, then?
So that you realize
that none of this makes sense.
Tom is sick.
This was all
a joke to him.
Okay. Help me search.
No, Jero.
You are as sick as he is
if you play along.
And who are you
to tell me that?
You are terrified of commitment.
You are going to die alone.
Who is sicker
of the two of you?
If you're not going
to help me find the letter,
I'd rather you go.
We only have to pretend
that this is normal
even though we both know
that this is the end
The two of them
had a good time.
I practically
did not participate.
I think I preferred to masturbate
watching a porn movie online...
Why are you telling me
all this?
Because you are
my friend.
But you know that I don't
understand anything you're doing.
-What do you mean?
-You never liked Jero.
-That is not true. At first...
-At first it was just sex.
Yes, but then I bet on
a relationship with him.
Bet? I didn't see you
making any bets.
We went to live together.
You know that doesn't
mean anything.
You just changed
your roommate.
Here, the important thing,
is knowing how you feel
about Jero.
I don't know.
What do you mean
"you don't know"?
You love him?
You hate him?
Are you indifferent?
I love to hate him.
What?
I like him, but I hate him
at the same time.
Leave him alone.
I can't.
Why?
He inspires me.
REMINDER: "TOM MARTINEZ'S BIRTHDAY"
I guess you're not calling
to wish me happy birthday.
Jero...
Why are you doing
this to me?
Did you finish reading
the letters?
Not yet.
Perhaps you will find
some answer
when you finish
reading them.
Or maybe not.
At times I didn't even know
why I did it.
But in the end
I found a reason.
It was useful to me.
Maybe you will find
some use for it too.
So far that
has not been happening.
Has anyone seen Tom?
How did you spend
your birthday?
Horrible.
Tom, come here,
you have to blow out the candles!
I have to go, Jero.
Wait!
Explain to me, at least,
what the "Jero Project" is.
Bye, Jero.
That's it guys!
Keep that rhythm.
10 more seconds.
Hey.
-Ah, how're you doing?
-Good.
Aren't you going to come
to class anymore?
Yes, I'll be back.
He asked me
about you today.
Why don't you go
say hello?
I better not.
We didn't finish well
the other night.
He seems like a good guy.
I don't think he's upset.
I actually came
to talk to you.
I wanted to apologize
for the other night.
It's okay.
You didn't say anything
that isn't true.
You neither.
Did you find
the damn letter?
Nothing.
But Q knows everything.
He says it there.
Would you come with me
to see "them"?
We are no longer
in contact.
But is he still
teaching here?
Yes, but I can be
next to a person
and still have
no contact.
You fought.
Doesn't he mention
our fight in the letters?
I haven't finished
reading them.
Can I give you
some advice, Jero?
Don't bother
reading them.
Burn them.
If you know something,
tell us
and save us
the mystery.
I'm not the one who has
to say something.
-Talk to Tom.
-He doesn't pick up.
Then forget it and
move on with your life.
You people are great.
You make all this mess
and then you want us
to forget about it.
First, don't put me
in the same bag
because I have nothing
to do with this.
In fact, this is exactly why
I had a fight with Tom.
Second, what do you mean
by "you"?
Let's go, Esteban.
You... "the poets"...
"the intellectuals"...
You think that, because
we have more muscles,
we are stupid.
"DETACHMENT"
You are not better
than us... or "they"...
or whatever "they" perceive
that "they" have in the asshole.
Okay. You better leave right now.
-You are going to kick me out?
-Yes.
No, well, I'm sorry...
I've waited for you
You were deceiving me
I just blushed
I could only ask you
I found you
I found you looking for me
I was so sad to know
You just had to make it right
I had to forget about you
What do I do with
the hat?
I hate that
you're leaving.
I still have parents.
What if you stay
for Christmas...
and spend New Year
with them?
I haven't seen
my parents all year.
My mom really wants us
to spend it together.
You know that if you asked me
I would accompany you, right?
I know practically nothing
about them.
I think I'd like
to meet your parents.
I'm not ready
to introduce someone
to my parents yet.
They are
very conservative.
And the town where
they live in...
It's okay.
I just wanted
to mention it.
I didn't buy you anything.
No matter.
Can I open it now or do I have
to wait until Christmas?
You won't be with me.
I don't care.
It is for you to write those
beautiful things that you write.
I love it. Thanks.
My parents are not
that conservative, actually.
They are Catholic and
go to mass every Sunday,
but they never had any
problems with my sexuality.
No, Jero.
They are not the reason why
I didn't invite you
to travel with me.
Take it with you.
I'm not going to wear it.
Then throw it away.
At home it will remind me
that you are not here.
You yourself are that cause.
I needed a
"Vacation from Jero".
A tourist package with
transportation and lodging...
anywhere in the world,
but far away from you.
No kiss?
I was so sad to know
You just had to make it right
I was so sad to know
I had to forget about you
I've waited for you.
You were deceiving me
I just blushed
I found you looking for me
I was so sad to know
You just had to make it right
I was so sad to know
I had to forget about you
Are you going to use it?
-What?
-The notebook...
Oh! Yes.
I thought you didn't use it
because you didn't like it.
I was saving it
for a special occasion.
I finish this and
go to the cross-fit class.
Dear Jero,
this is the last letter.
If you've read this far
I guess you must be
fed up with this.
So I'm going to do you
the great favor of being brief.
Today is our anniversary.
But also the day we will stop
being a couple
or what we are.
It wasn't all bad but,
at the same time,
it was never
quite right.
I want you to know that there
is nothing you could have done
to prevent this ending.
This was an end announced
from the very day we met.
You and I are
absolutely incompatible.
Our way of life and our interests
are opposite.
But I'm on
the right side.
I will always be
better than you.
You might wonder why
I was by your side for so long.
The answer is "art".
At some point in our story,
I discovered
that our differences
inspired me.
You were my muse
for a whole year.
I have to thank you for that
inspiration that I needed so much.
I thank you, too,
for the best sex of my life.
That is, perhaps, what I am going
to miss the most about you.
This is the last letter
although you will find others.
Those are there to keep you
from starting at the end.
Bye Jero.
I hope you don't hold
a grudge against me.
The end.
It's changed.
Last time I was here,
this looked like Gotham City.
I moved
some furniture around.
I see that,
but that's not all.
There is new energy.
Are you sure?
Let's go.
I love that more and more people
come to our meetings.
I'm very happy.
I take this opportunity
to apologize to the owners
of the saunas and glory holes
for stealing so many customers.
Today is an important day because
a friend is presenting a new book.
I'm very happy for him.
Ladies, gentlemen, and all people:
Tom Martinez.
Thanks. I hope you like
my new material.
You can buy the book
at the entrance.
The keys to your house
burn in my hand.
They mark my skin
erasing my fingerprints.
I know that I lose identity
by agreeing to go live with you.
I know that I also
lose dignity.
I do everything a desperate soul
does to avoid taking the deal.
I run away.
I let someone suck my dick
in my job's bathroom.
I use it as a last ditch attempt
to find a detour to my destination.
I improvise a new way back
to our "living place".
I call it that
to convince myself
that it is a property
and not a home.
I walk slowly as I explore
the pros and cons
of living together.
Right there, I face them
on a battlefield.
An army made up
of the best sex of my life
and your well-formed body
faces infinite fighters
who bear the name
of each one of your defects.
Your superficial comments
hit your abs hard.
Your way of
"making love to me"
subdues the empty spaces
of your bookshelf.
Your cryptocurrencies
surrender
to the power of your
two Mounts Everest.
The battle between your defects
and your virtues is bloody.
Each troop resists
as they can.
I watch them attack each other
with indifference.
I enjoy seeing them wounded,
without strength.
I know I deserve someone
better than you.
I repeat like a mantra:
"I know I deserve someone
better than you."
A message from you
stops the battle...
Hi, love. The "chocotorta"
came out spectacular.
I was tempted and couldn't help
but eat half of it.
I'll have to push harder
tomorrow at cross-fit.
I am not ready.
I modify the path and
return to my own home.
My true home.
I lay the soldiers to rest
in their trenches.
Soon they will
meet again.
Let's go.
Jero!
Did you like it?
Does it matter?
I hope you understand
that it is art.
Art, my balls!
Motherfucker!
I'm not talking
to you, monkey.
Go away.
Wait for me
outside, please.
Deep down I like
that you came.
I take that as a sign
that you don't hold
a grudge against me.
You're confused.
I came to return
the letters.
They are yours.
In your farewell letter
you told me
that I was going to see
myself reflected in them.
I already did my part.
Now it's your turn to
look at yourself in them.
-Bye!
-Take a book.
No, thanks.
I've put you in the "acknowledgment".
None of this would
have been possible without you.
I insist.
What good sex we had.
If one day you stop
hating me
and want to do it again,
let me know.
I don't hate you Tom.
I pity you.
"DETACHMENT"
How did it go?
Perfect.
-Are you going to tell me?
-Nope.
I hate you.
Did you see
how cute Q was?
Would "they" be cool
if I invite "them" out?
You should try it.
But would it be cool?
HELLO!
HELLO!
DID YOU FIND OUT?
WHAT?
WHAT HAPPENED
WITH YOUR EX.
YES.
YOU OVER HIM, THEN?
YES.
DO YOU LIKE APEROL?
-Pablo!
-Hello!
What are you
doing here?
You promised me
an Aperol.
May I come in?
Come in.
It was you all this time?
Yes.
We were talking
all this time.
I can't believe it.
-But...
-The magic of social media.