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“Don’t drink it,” Lucía says, grinning. “Give it to him.”

Then, a commotion. Lucía has woken up, stolen a moped, and crashed it through the airport glass doors. She’s wielding a broken champagne bottle, screaming for Iván. Security tackles her. As they drag her away, she looks at Pepa and shouts, “Do it! Poison him!” women on the verge of a nervous breakdown movie

She slaps him. He doesn’t flinch.

After her lover abruptly ends their relationship, a voice-over actress finds her already chaotic life spiraling into a 48-hour whirlwind of accidental arson, spiked gazpacho, a terrorist ex-girlfriend, and a dozen anxious phone calls—all while trying to hold onto her sanity and the last working answering machine in Madrid. Part One: The Message Madrid, 1987. The city is a burst of neon, red tile, and cigarette smoke. “Don’t drink it,” Lucía says, grinning

The effect is not immediate. First, there’s a strange, syncopated calm. Candela stops crying and starts admiring a lamp. Marisa announces she’s always loved the shape of Carlos’s ears. Then, one by one, they collapse. Carlos walks into the living room to find four women asleep in a tableau: Candela draped over the sofa, Marisa facedown in a bowl, Lucía hugging a potted plant, and Ángela using a rolled-up rug as a pillow. She’s wielding a broken champagne bottle, screaming for

Lucía’s mission: to kill Iván. Why? Because he left her for Pepa. Now he’s left Pepa for someone else. Lucía sees the pattern and has a solution: violence. She also reveals she’s been sleeping in Pepa’s stairwell for two days, waiting.