Death Inc. (Muertos S.L.)

Think about the pandemic, Montero. We had more work than anyone,

with more risk, and who applauded us?

No one.

-You're right, boss. -You know why?

People prefer to pretend we don't exist.

Room 102. Just passed away.

People don't think about death,

they think about buying yogurts, where to go on holiday…

Funeral-home workers remind them of what they want to forget,

they're going to die.

They turn away when they see us.

But whether they like it or not, they'll all come to us in the end.

Wait here.

My condolences.

I'm Va…

DEATH INC.

CONVENT PASTRIES

How many do you want?

A dozen? They're freshly baked.

I don't want any shortbread, Sister.

-I want to talk to Sister María. -Sorry?

-Sister María. -She's reciting the rosary.

Can you tell her the lady from London is in Madrid

so we'll all go tomorrow to see Gonzalo's widow at 5 p.m.?

Tomorrow, at 5 p.m.

-At Torregrosa Funeral Home. -Where?

I'll jot it down for you, Sister.

"Moneting."

This was one of my favorite projects.

What was it?

We all pay by card now, or by phone,

we never have cash for cigarettes, the car park, the poor…

Moneting, for just ten euros a month,

would send nine euros in coins to your home.

A great project, Chemi.

Look, this one is really good too.

An extra-long selfie stick.

The ones on the market are all about the same size.

For when you have to do a selfie of a group of more than 30 people.

It'd be a pity to leave the funeral home…

The extra-long selfie stick is another great idea, Chemi.

Go on, tell me more.

No sign of Alzheimer's.

-Why do I forget things? -What kind of things?

I can't remember promising the staff a pay rise.

Well, there could be many reasons.

We'll have to complete the lab tests with cognitive tests.

Sorry, I didn't silence my phone.

I'll ask you a series of memory and calculation questions.

-You have to answer quickly. -I can't talk right now, Olivia.

What?

-A quick beer, Anselmo? -No, dammit!

Get in the car, it's a colleague's mother.

To avoid appropriating his grief.

Where is he?

Room 102.

Room 102.

-Come on. -Let's go.

Boss…

I'm so sorry, would you like a hug?

I'm a perfectionist, I've turned my hobby into my career.

I'm pale, but I'm healthy.

I take a supplement. I don't talk much, I'm clean,

and I could start this afternoon.

Sorry?

We don't have a vacancy in burial prep right now,

but we may buy out Torregrosa,

and in that case--

I don't want to work there.

-What? -Goodbye.

How are the staff feeling right now?

Would they back a takeover?

I'm sorry, Dámaso.

My condolences, Dámaso.

Did she eat a lot of saturated fats?

Dámaso!

I'm so sorry.

I know it's silly, but in a way, I feel a bit responsible.

Manuela, you shouldn't feel a bit responsible,

you are the only one responsible.

I read they had a relationship

and I thought… Do you want the letter?

Signed. I've no tip for you, no one carries cash anymore…

Alright, bye.

What do you mean, bye? You'll have to install it.

We're the delivery guys.

Well, put it inside at least. Please!

It says, leave by the door. And it's by the door.

-It weighs nine tonnes. -Goodbye, sir.

Let's go.

Poor Dámaso, he looks very tense.

I told him we'd do a ten percent discount

and he didn't answer.

It must be tough organising your own mother's wake.

-The boy can see to it. -What boy?

Pablo, his apprentice. You tell him.

Dámaso is a client today. And a fifteen percent discount.

Okay.

Have you spoken to Abel?

Perhaps it was my fault for trying to matchmake.

I didn't ask him to resign.

He shouldn't have kicked up all that fuss to hook up with me.

Hook up with you?

He's been in love with you for five years.

-What? -I'd like him to come back.

We're a family.

I get the feeling the funeral home will get back on its feet.

Mother-in-law…

come and look at something.

TORREGROSA FUNERAL HOME

What would Gonzalo do?

What would Steve do?

Jobs.

TORREGROSA FUNERAL HOME

Why do you want to work in a butcher's?

I can't find anything in my field, I could fit in here.

I like this environment.

You'd have to get up at six and come with me to Mercamadrid.

No problem, I don't sleep much.

-And prepare it all before we open. -Great.

-And be pleasant to the customers. -Sorry?

Well, ask Paqui about her kids, joke about football with Ramón…

Thanks, it's not what I'm looking for.

-What? -Abel, I can't do

Dámaso's mother. You come and do it.

-I no longer work there. -I'm asking a favour.

No one will find out.

Pay me a visit, we'll lock the door.

She had a pacemaker. Cremation.

It requires cutting, extracting, sewing…

I'm on my way.

Right, these are our middle-range caskets.

Inferior to our top-range ones but better than the lower-range.

-I've always liked the white one. -Morales, what have I got in life?

-What do you mean? -I'm almost 50 and I'm alone.

I never knew my dad. My mom is dead,

I've no partner, no kids, no friends…

You've got me.

I've dedicated my whole life to work.

I've hardly ever travelled, hardly ever been partying…

And I've had very little sex, Morales, I won't lie.

I've given all my time to this goddamned funeral home.

For what?

I've got nothing.

And each day that goes by I'm a day closer to my death.

-It's hard, boss. -Don't appropriate my grief.

No, sorry.

I ought to leave all this and travel the world.

I could travel around India, backpacking.

Meet people, visit temples.

-Swim in the Ganges. -As for choosing the casket?

The second one on page four. It'll be a cremation.

People who cremate tend to regret it,

it's like having the ashes of a thigh bone.

Morales, I made that up.

Listen, there's a bit of a hitch with the AliExpress furnace.

I knew it.

It's not my problem.

I'm a client today and I want cremation.

Okay, the second one on page four.

I might make friends with a Sherpa

and we'll eat chicken tikka masala together.

Boss, are you sure you don't want to go and rest

before the wake?

How's it going?

I owe you a favour.

-I don't like favours. -How about a coffee?

Nope. I've got an interview now for a toll road.

People are in a rush and I needn't be pleasant.

I just say, "Seven, sixty," and "have a good journey."

This is what you're cut out for. You've just done a work of art.

She's in my top ten 80-year-olds.

I feel lonely without you here.

And Olivia--

You'll have more colleagues with the takeover.

What takeover?

Tránsitus has made an offer to buy Torregrosa.

What?

Abel!

What's he doing?

Olivia, if a company takes over another,

are they forced to keep the staff?

In theory there's a transference of rights and obligations. Why?

Our competitor wants to buy us.

That's all I need, more worries. Why does everything happen to me?

-To you and all of us! -Yeah, but I'm more sensitive.

How many are in your CrossFit Club?

This piece of equipment weighs nine tonnes.

If each of you can lift 100 kilos,

if 90 or 100 of you come, that would be fine.

In exchange, we'd give you a discount when you die.

Alright, yes, talk it over. Thank you.

They can't install it.

On the website it says they leave it at the door.

And they stick to that.

And cremation furnace companies only install if you buy from them.

I've mentioned synergies but it's like water off a duck's back.

All I have are the guys who install ovens for Telepizza,

but they won't move it.

Dámaso wants cremation.