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The bike...

Valeria, sweetie,

there's no room in a vessel for you to move around with wheels.

But mom put a bell on the handlebars

and when it rings I remember her.

Well, considering that, a bike is not such a bad idea.

Perhaps when we are in the Atlantic, we'll feel like riding on the deck.

Ainhoa, we don't have to board if you don't want to.

We can go home, I forget about the boat and I get used to living on land.

-Eh, birdie? -It's only two months, Dad.

It will be like vacations.

Besides, it will be good for Valeria to be outside the house.

Everything there reminds us of Mom.

And don't call me "birdie".

And don't pull strings so I get the best shifts.

Ainhoa.

The skirt, love.

Who's going to give uncle Julián a big kiss? Pretty thing.

-Hi. -My God, you're gorgeous!

Where the fuck are you going with that bike?

-Shut up and help me. -Okay.

Maybe I'm wrong with this whole family journey thing, De la Cuadra.

When Marisa died I thought it'd unite us but maybe a boat isn't a place for them.

What's wrong with the boat?

Do they drink on the boat?

Are drugs sold on the boat? Are there motorbike races on the boat?

Look at me. I've spent 30 years on a boat. Is there something wrong with me?

Excuse me. Sorry, one question. Do you know where the Polar Star is?

-It's a ship... -East dock.

-That way. -Thanks.

Listen to me, asshole. I was partying. I drank too much.

It was you but it could have been anyone. So delete my number and die.

You did the first communion in a sailor suit and were given a bike, right?

No chewing gum allowed on board.

No, allow me. Please.

In a boat, the captain is God. And I happen to be God's first mate.

So you're going to wear that gum on your forehead during the next 24 hours.

Do you know why?

Because if you throw it away, I'll throw you overboard.

-Understood? -What three things does a Christian need?

Work, responsibility, and prayer.

We start with the knots and everyone ready to set sail.

Hey, no one informed me about this cargo.

Who has given the order?

I have, Captain.

More specifically, the Department of Science and Technology,

which funds this journey.

It's scientific equipment for the ship.

The Department may be in charge on land but on the ship, I am the boss.

What's inside the boxes?

I am not authorized.

-Where are you going? -Help me move them.

-Someone help me. -No! You can't--

-No! You can't-- -Oh, I'm sorry!

-No! -I am truly sorry.

-I'll pick everything up. -No, leave it. I'll do it.

Here, your... panties.

It's a... gift from my boyfriend. I don't know why...

-Why I put them in the suitcase. -If it's a cheerful memory...

Well...

-We didn't start off on the right foot. -No.

I'm Julia Wilson, scientist, coordinator of the Polar Star scholarship and teacher of all those students for the next two months.

Ricardo Montero, the captain.

You know that you've been seen.

Get rid of the body and I'll get lost on a boat for as long as it takes.

The boat will reach shore sooner or later, you'll need a miracle not to be found.

PASSPORT UNITED MEXICAN STATES

I believe in miracles, brother.

I'll miss you, baby. You're gorgeous.

Ramiro, don't go. You have your post. You got in.

-You don't have to prove anything. -I don't want to. I do it for myself.

I've been litigating for two years to be here.

I'll call you. I'll write to you.

I'll be back in two months, but now, I have to go.

Yeah, well, I have to go. Everyone is getting on board.

Love you. Bye, Auntie, bye.

DO NOT ENTER

-I'll help you. -It's okay. I can do it.

The particle accelerator will be turned on at 9 p.m. in Geneva.

This is a long-range analog radio transmitter.

It will be the only way to contact us if there's some kind of problem.

In the event of an accident, you'll find the action protocol in box 23.

This is also for you.

-Let out the bowline. -Copied. Let out.

Listen, I am a scientist. I don't need a gun. Here.

If the accelerator fails, you'll have to take control of the ship.

-Then, the gun could be essential. -What is this about, Phillipe?

The probability of a failure during the kick off is one in a billion.

Or did something happen?

It's just a protocol, my love.

Do you think I'd be so calm if I knew that something could happen to you?

A MILLION MILES

You did well.

Why? Because I haven't said anything about the incident with the magnets?

What for? To worry her?

The particle accelerator will be fixed by 9 p.m.

Let's go. We have a plane to catch for Geneva.

My dad told me that I have to write in a notebook

the things that happen on the boat.

And that it's called a "logbook".

The first day on a boat is like the first day at school. You meet your friends, your teachers,

and you think a lot about your mommy. There is no playground on the boat.

But there are a lot of places to play and to hide.

Uncle Julián says that a boat is a little planet

and that everything happens inside of it. Here you have breakfast,

you go for a walk, you live, and you do your homework.

And the grown-ups can date a girl,

they can go to the disco, they can fall in love, and get married.

The one who marries them is my dad, who is the captain.

And he's the king of this planet.

And he always says that before you stop seeing land,

you must make a wish.

I've wished for this journey to be magic and endless.

FIVE HOURS FOR THE END OF THE WORLD

This is not a five-star hotel.

You won't have your mommy to clean your shit.

The closest thing to a mother you'll have it's me.

So you better not piss me off.

Come on, move! The gimp, where is he?

Let the gimp pass.

This man here

put us on trial for discrimination.

But, as you can see, we don't have any ramps nor elevators for the disabled.

I am not disabled, sir. I have grade three reduced mobility.

Very well.

Much better.

From now on, we'll take turns to hold his hand in the steam bath.

As you see, there are no steam baths. The toilets are unisex.

With strong winds, over force 6 or 7,

you'll find the toilet seat as wet as a fish. So don't be fusspots.

-So we'll have to share the showers? -If the demure

or the priest have any problem, you can have a shower with the lights off at 4 am.

-Make way! -We're gonna see so much bare skin.

Come on, follow me!

Hi, Gamboa. Come on! Quickly! Move!

Make way for the gimp, please.

You'll have class from nine to five with a 15-minute break.

The first weeks you can use it to go to the deck to throw up. And here you'll clean the vomit, the thongs, and the skid marks.

On this boat, no fine underwear or silk laundry.

Full load. 13 pounds. Let's go.

Come on! We don't have all day.

Valeria, darling. Make way, please.

Come on now! The Tour de France is over.

Here's the engine room. Hello. If you touch anything, I'll cut your hand.

There's always someone in this room. 24 hours a day.

Three hundred and sixty-five days a year. To assure that the engine is working.

Is it true that sailors shake their dicks like a pom-pom?

-What? -Do sailors flog the frog all the time?

We flog the hog.

You idiot!

No more bullshit. Come on!

Breakfast is at eight, lunch at one, and dinner at eight. Always in two shifts.

The club is up there, this is the dining room, and that's the kitchen.

It's the bunker of our cook, the deckhand's iron sergeant. Come on!

As you can see, there are no wire fences yet.

But I have to warn you about one thing:

the fridge doesn't open in mid-afternoon.

And, of course, no snacks allowed, understood?

-Understood. Move! -Fuck!

Make way. This is my kitchen. This kitchen is opened 24 hours.

And you're welcome to have a chamomile, a hot chocolate, or to chit-chat.

My name is Salomé. Welcome.

-Hi, Salomé, nice to meet you. -Hi.

Where are you going? No smoking in my kitchen. Get out!

-Come on! Get out! -Come on! What are you looking at?

-Follow me. -An octopus attacked me!

Bubble, don't piss me off. Don't play with food.

-Say "hi", Bubble. -Hi Bubble.

Did I say anything about the visit being off? Everybody, follow me.

And the gimp. Come on! I want him here, dancing samba with me.

Gorgeous.

-You eat croquettes and I eat melon. -They're very tasty.

Tell me.

How are you coping with your mother's death?

Well... I'm trying.

After five months at the hospital, I was willing to get back to normal.

Yes.

And your dad, how is he coping?

He has his days.

He feels guilty for being on the boat during her illness.

He'll be wandering around carrying Mom's ashes like a lost soul.

And he doesn't say anything.

What do you want him to say?

He's an expert on piloting boats

but in his personal life, oh boy, he needs a manual.

What your father has to do is rebuild his life.

Understand me, Ainhoa. I loved your mother very much. She was a sister to me.

But your father cannot wander around like a ghost.

He's young. You're just girls. You don't deserve this.

And, in the end, love brings joy.

Salomé, how's he going to rebuild his life on a boat?

-Hi. -Hi.

I'm sorry. I'm Julia.

By your leave.

De la Cuadra, what do we have here?

Nadal's tennis racquets.

-Do you want to play? -At your service, Captain!

A few months ago, you were given a list of the items allowed on board.

But in that list there were neither rackets nor balls.

Open your suitcases.

-What's this? -It wasn't on the list

but I cannot dine heavily. A ham and cheese sandwich is the best for me.

-This one here brought the Bible. -It's not the Bible.

It's the best marine encyclopedia, sir.

The Shackleton commemorative edition.

The sea is my dream. That's why I'm here, sir.

Very well, you can keep it.

Welcome on board.

My name is Ricardo Montero.

And I'll be your captain on the Polar Star training ship during the next two months.

You've received a scholarship thanks to your school records,

but your resumes won't be of much use to you 3000 miles away.

When you return, you'll be much better than you are now.

You'll learn how to live together, to know each other

and, above all,

to respect each other.

Go to your cabins,

take the rest of the afternoon off and I'll see you at the gala dinner.

At eight o'clock. You may pick everything up and go.

Excuse me.

-Can I take the chewing gum off, sir? -No way, cabin boy.

Why are you inside a box?

I'm in a box because I'm hiding.

Why?

Because...

I came to meet my dad.

I'm Ulises.

-And you? What's your name? -Valeria.

-You don't know your father. Really? -No.

And I want to surprise him.

So you can't tell anyone that you saw me.

-Okay. -Okay.

-Valeria. -You know what?

When I need you, I'll call you like this.

I don't see my dad very much but I do know him.

His name is Ricardo.

Valeria, darling, who are you talking to?

-Well... to a friend. -To a friend?

Okay...

To an imaginary friend.

Well then, nice to meet you and welcome on board, friend of Valeria's.

And now, darling, won't you prefer to play with me?

I prefer riding my bike, Daddy.

No, darling. This is my cabin.

I didn't see any sign saying:

"cabin exclusive for assholes with a gum stuck on the forehead."

-Have you seen it? -No.

-And you? -No.

What I do see is the way to put this matter aside. Silence, please.

You're disgusting, man.

Urbi et orbi. The cabin is baptized. It's done.

Listen to me, disgusting idiot, do this again and I'll castrate you

in the engine room with a pair of rusted pliers.

Understood?

Horny bastard.

-Ricardo, drop it! -I told you 20 years ago, Ricardo.

Choose: sailing or family. They don't... They don't match.

They don't match... You don't match with anything. Drop that cigar!

-You're in the kitchen. -What--I'm right.

That girl grew up without a father.

How many Christmas have you spent with her? How many birthdays?

How many tooth fairies have you seen? Eh?

Okay. None.

She doesn't have a mother and his father seems to haul down.

She didn't invent a friend but a father, who talks to her in person

and who doesn't say goodnight to her from Cuba.

Okay, maybe he is right.

You haven't been around.

But...

If you ask me, the girl needs a father. And also a mother.

So think about it.

You should be more careful.

Maybe you should.

Have you seen the priest?

No. How embarrassing!

You couldn't see this back at the sacristy, could you, Father?

One question, reverend, do priests masturbate?

-Okay, okay. -There's no signal for Christ--

Who wants a shot? We're all half naked

so the sooner we warm up, the better.

-No. -No, thank you.

Come on, Ramiro. You go.

If your girl doesn't answer is because she already has someone else.

Are you crazy, man?

Your girlfriend won't wait for a mad gimp like you.

-What are you doing? -Say that again.

-Hey, enough. -That's enough.

-Ramiro, that's enough. -Let him go.

-Let him go. -What are you doing?

Enough.

Latitude: 27 degrees, 30 minutes north.

Longitude: 13 degrees, 20 minutes west.

Yes, that's it. That's exactly where we are. It took me half an hour to convince the captain to stop the boat here.

He's really nice. We have kind of a...

-An intimate relationship. -How intimate?

He saw the panties that you gave to me.

-It was so embarrassing. -I pity him.

Playing around with my girl's panties. I hope he's ugly.

Well, he's not. If it wasn't for you, I'd already be flirting with him. -I always wanted a boyfriend with rank. -I should have gone with you.

To defend what is yours?

-Just in case something happens. -The project is safe.

I co-designed the safety protocol.

We'll be together in two months, you'll see. Come on, Pilar!

Have you measured them yet? In order to see who's more macho?

Okay, maybe I overstepped a little.

Shall we start over? I'm sorry.

Hey, can I borrow your phone, please? -Shit! -What is it?

No signal yet? Ramiro.

Where are you going with that hatchet, for God's sake?

My fucking God!

Get your paws off my bed or I'll punch you in the face with an oar.

-Come on! Go to your cabin. -I am not a student.

-You're not? -No.

-Then who are you? -My name is Ulises.

-How nice. -Ulises Garmendia.

My surname may ring a bell.

I just came to bring you these.

Some shirts.

Two scraped pants.

A bottle of cologne.

And an Atlético Madrid lighter.

This is all you left at home.

Funny, right?

The only thing that I knew about my father all these years

was that he was an Atlético supporter, he smelled of Varon Dandy

and didn't know much about underwear fashion, right? My mother always said that you weren't a bad man.

But what do you expect?

I've always thought of you as the asshole who went for tobacco and left her.

She died ten days ago.

She wanted me to throw her ashes into the sea.

Somewhere nice.

And you must know much better places than I do, right?

Well, Dad...

Shall we hug or do we shake hands?

Flat tire?

What a shame I'm not a mechanic.

I'm a fortune-teller. And fortune-tellers don't know how to repair a bike.

You don't believe me?

Do you want me to prove it?

Right. Okay.

This bike...

was a gift from the Wise Men, two Christmas ago.

They also brought you a doll,

who you call...

"Braidie".

A puzzle

of a duckling and... a book about a boy who can't do addition.

Am I right?

I don't like you.

Drop the hatchet or something will happen with that swinging of yours.

-What's wrong? -My girl dumped me via text message

and there's no signal.

So I'm cutting the rope holding the lifeboat and I'm leaving.

That's your big problem?

Maybe you're used to being dumped but I've been with her for five years.

The happiest years.

And now she thinks that I don't need her.

And do you know why?

Because I left her there at the docks. And I am on this damn boat with no signal.

And I cannot tell her that I do need her, that she is the only thing that matters.

-The gimp turned out to be a poet. -Shut up!

Ramiro, come on! The scholarship! If you leave, you're throwing away two years of trials.

-Hey. -Can you wait for a second?

You said she dumped you via text message.

That means that there was signal 30 minutes ago.

Okay. Half an hour is about three miles.

So you can take the lifeboat, sail three miles,

find some signal, talk to her, and be back in an hour.

It's crazy to go out there when it's nearly nightfall.

And if there's fog, there will be no compass to help you come back.

I don't care. Even if I get lost,

even if I spend two days there until the Maritime Safety Agency finds me,

I won't let her think that I don't need her.

-Can I go with you? -Come on!

We are all going to be in trouble. Besides, she could tell her father.

Because, I don't know if you're aware, but her father is the captain.

Well, we are all on the same boat.

So if someone has a problem, it becomes everyone's problem.

Come on, let's go.

I'd like you to look at each other.

The partner in front of you, the one to your left, right, the other tables...

I assure you that next time you set foot on land,

your partners will have become your family.

Well...

The Polar Star's journey begins now.

Again, welcome on board

and enjoy your dinner. You may sit.

Do you want me to cut it for you, darling?

Let's see...

-Here. -Not like this.

Mom cut it in much smaller pieces.

Well, then I'll cut it in smaller pieces. Look.

That's it. Here.

Without the thick thing, Dad. I'll gag.

Without the thick thing... Yes, of course...

Without the thick thing.

She means the sinews, Captain.

Don't worry, the same thing happens to me.

-I'll cut it for her. -No, don't worry. I'll cut it.

-I don't mind, really. -Let her cut it, Dad.

-Well, here you are. -Okay.

Let's see...

Ricardo, you have to come with me.

We set sail with excess load.

We have a fucking stowaway on board.

-What? -A stowaway.

A vagabond who sneaked into my cabin.

With some pants and a jar of ashes.

He claims he's my son.

Nothing. Is this the right course?

It is. Tell me something about her.

Come on. Tell me something.

We had been together for three months.

And she never said anything about my limp.

One day I asked her why didn't she asked me about it.

She smiled.

She pretended to be surprised.

And she said:

"You have a limp?

I hadn't noticed."

There is one bar!

Start the engine. Here she won't be able to hear us. At full steam.

Come on!

I spent 62 days at the guesthouse.

And the landlady, she was nice, separated, with wide ankles.

Not fat nor thin. She lived by herself.

And I had been in that tuna boat for six months.

So we became close, we were in close contact.

There he is.

I'm a sailor, Captain. I have a diploma on deep diving

and I spent 735 days in the Merchant Navy.

Take my resume, maybe it's of use to you.

And my father being your first mate...

-Right, Dad? -Don't fuck with me!

When we reach shore, I'll take you to the police.

If you get out, I'll tie you to the mast, and beat the shit out of you.

Do you understand, you bastard?

De la Cuadra, stop this bullshit!

And get your son out of there right now.

Is that an order from the captain? Or do you say it as a friend?

If it's an order, I'll obey, but if it's a piece of advice, fuck you!

EUROPEAN ORGANIZATION FOR NUCLEAR RESEARCH . GENEVA

-Five minutes. -Final phase of activation.

Alright.

Final phase underway.

Final phase of activation.

Four minutes, 45 seconds.

Four minutes, 30 seconds. Four minutes, 15 seconds.

Four minutes.

They haven't come back yet. They'll find out and we'll be in trouble.

What a fool, the gimp. Do you know what being a fool means, Piti?

To get on a boat and think that the girls' panties will fall as you walk by.

But here and on land, you're the same asshole.

Do you get it?

Let her be. She must have the period. But she's interested, for sure.

They must have been listening behind the door.

The race for a sea shag has started and we are at the head of the pack.

Piti, how many times do I have to tell you?

I didn't come for that. I am a priest.

-I took a vow of chastity. -Sure...

That must work for you with the girls. Right?

You have to let me the clerical collar. Come on! Just for one day.

Look, land is surrounded by seas that are connected. They are like roads that connect the countries.

-I sail along all those roads. -Along all of them?

Then... Are you like a truck driver of the sea?

Yes. If the boat had wheels, dad would be the truck driver of the seven seas.

Do you remember

that I could not be with you on your first day at school?

It was because Dad was here.

In Athens, which is in Greece.

Which is a country 1984 miles away from Spain.

-How much is that? -It's like... a 15-day journey.

Or on Christmas...

When...

Do you remember being sad about me not being there to open the presents?

Look, Daddy was here, in China.

Which is a country where people eat a lot of rice and have eyes like these.

Dad, I know what a Chinese is.

-In my class there are Chan and Luis. -Wow.

-How far is it? -China?

China is 7900 miles away and it takes...

more or less 25 days to get there, depending on the winds.

And where is Mom?

Mom is in a place that doesn't appear on the maps, darling.

I know, but how many miles away is she?

A lot of miles away.

How many are a lot? A thousand?

A million.

Mom is a million miles away, darling.

That's very far, but we are not in a hurry.

So we can go bit by bit, right?

You're squeezing me!

INCOMING CALL. RAMIRO

Pilar? Pilar!

I need you.

Not anymore.

-You got on the boat and it set sail. -Remember when you took my crutch?

You said that only the useless lean on things all the time.

I came here without leaning on anything to prove to you that I am not useless.

Ramiro, you cannot disprove having a limp.

The same way you cannot prove that you're not blind.

Pilar? Listen to me.

I don't know you, but this guy got off the boat

and sailed away to find signal to talk to you.

He's asking you to wait for him.

I... I've never had a serious relationship.

But if a boy did for me half of the things that Ramiro does for you,

I'd lean on him and I would never leave him.

Pilar?

I'll wait for you, okay?

I love you.

Ten. Nine.

Eight. Seven.

Six. Five. Four.

Three. Two.

-Phillipe? -One.

Phillipe?

Phillipe?

Phillipe?

Phillipe?

Phillipe?

What are you doing? What are you--? Do you realize--?

What are you drawing? Darling...

This is not your school desk, eh?

These are navigation charts. They're expensive. -Is that such a problem? -She drew on the Strait of Magellan.

-And on the Falkland Islands. -Here, darling, draw everything you want.

This is the Cantabric one and the Strait of Gibraltar one.

From Tangier to Tarifa.

-Okay, then. -Draw anything you want there.

Don't lecture me about my daughter when you have your son locked up.

Whose resume, by the way,

is not bad at all.

He's not my son, damn it.

And why do you keep wandering around with the deceased's ashes?

Perhaps you loved her

and you shit your pants because you were away from the sea.

And sailing and family don't match.

Get the ashes out of here and look for a place to keep them.

The navigation bridge is not appropriated.

Dad!

What is it, darling?

What's that, Dad?

What the hell--

This is fucking weird.

-The forecast said nothing about a storm. -Polar Star training ship.

We have an upcoming storm right in front of us. Do you copy me?

Do you copy me?

Come on, darling. We could get wet here. Get the engines started and the wickets and portholes closed.

I want everything tied up on deck and the ropes checked.

Attention to the crew! There is a storm coming.

I want everyone in their cabins with your life jackets on.

I repeat: everyone in their cabins with your life jackets on.

Now what?

We have to do something. They're out there and they know nothing about sailing.

Come on! The waves will sweep them away.

Because sometimes storms get tired and they yawn a lot.

And that's why we're moving, but everything will be okay.

And when they yawn, can they swallow ships?

Well... Maybe, but not on purpose.

But ships are difficult to swallow, honey,

because they're full of masts that can stick on their palates

and they return them to the seas.

Come here, give me a kiss.

Dad, are you going to leave me with Mom's ashes up there?

No, darling. Come on.

Sleep. Your sister will be here in a bit.

Do you want me to leave the light on?

Dad, I sleep with the light off already.

But you can leave it on for a little while.

-Why aren't you wearing the live jackets? -Dad, we have a problem.

-What is it? -Ramiro and Estela left an hour ago

and they haven't come back yet. -What?

Ramiro needed signal to talk to his girlfriend and--

Excuse me, darling, are you telling me that two idiots went for a stroll

on a lifeboat in the middle of the night? Don't you realize that they could die?

I can understand that these morons don't know anything about a ship.

But I cannot bear the thought that you were involved.

I hope you are that brave when we call their parents to identify their bodies.

Come on, get out and put on your life jackets right away!

You too.

Come on! Are you deaf? Go!

She loves me!

-What were they thinking? For God's sake. -I know. Make the call.

Sure.

It had to be the gimp.

Navigation bridge to engine room. Tack to port.

Wind speed: 30 knots and it's intensifying.

Ricardo, I told them to go west, to try to avoid the storm and get to them. Well... The navigation bridge is no place for my ashes but it's okay for yours.

-Great, sure. They scare the little one. -She's not scared.

Why would she fear sleeping with her mom? She's apprehensive.

And don't piss me off. This is my wife. The mother of my children.

Not a guesthouse lady with wide ankles. Let's see...

-How far are they? -Three miles.

-It's going to take at least 20 minutes. -That's not the problem.

Look. That's us. That's the lifeboat.

And that... that's the fiercest storm you've ever seen.

It grows at the same speed as my piles do.

We're heading straight to it. Activate the protocol.

His telling-off is worse than Mom's.

Are you scared?

A little bit.

I tried to help my friends but it turned out badly.

Hey, I have to help someone too.

Do you want me to show you a secret?

Where are you going? Valeria.

Valeria.

This is the captain.

Leave your cabins and go to the dining room.

The storm we're headed to is stronger than we thought. Put your life jackets on.

Why are you moving the ship? Where are we going?

Put your life jacket on and go back to the dining room with the others.

You cannot move. It's suicidal to move towards the storm.

-You cannot put our lives at risk. -Listen to me, Doctor.

There are two kids out there on a lifeboat in the middle of the ocean.

-If we don't go get them, they'll die. -And if we go, we'll all die.

-Engine room. -Captain.

Starting maneuvers. Head straight to the lifeboat.

If we go, we'll all die!

I'll do everything within my power to avoid that. Go to the dining room.

Change the course.

You don't know the implications of the decision you're making.

Tack the ship. We have to go back. Now!

My duty is to keep all the passengers safe. All of them!

So if you want me to stop the ship,

you'll have to shoot me.

Come on.

Please.

Calm down.

Everything will be fine, believe me. It'll be okay.

Calm down.

De la Cuadra, take control.

We have to go to the dining room. The storm is getting closer.

Don't worry about the storm.

The ships have masts and the storm doesn't swallow them.

It's here. Hi, friend!

Well, well... It's you.

First at the docks and now here. Are you trying to bump into me or what?

-Why are you locked up? -Family matters.

If you let me out, I'll tell you.

He's uncle Julián's son. He came to meet him

but our uncle locked him up because he doesn't know him. Dad got mad at him.

Please.

Hey!

Hey! Will you let me out or what? Hey!

Shit!

I'm going to let you out. But I warn you that I'm armed. So don't fuck with me.

Move away.

-Move away! -Okay.

Further, to the back.

Further.

-Hands up. -What?

Hands up!

-Hi. -Hi.

A harpoon?

I thought that after our first encounter you'd receive me in a more romantic way.

What are you doing?

I always take pictures of beautiful things. Look.

It's nice.

He said that you're a beautiful thing. Do you want her to be your girlfriend?

-Valeria, drop it. -Valeria,

aiming at me with a harpoon is the first step to the first date. You'll see.

You can try. Maybe I change my mind.

-Okay. -Well, okay.

I'll let you out because I don't want you to drown because of the storm.

What storm? It's just a bit of rain.

Are you okay?

We have to rescue two schoolmates on a drifting lifeboat.

What?

Captain.

Is it true that you're heading us to the center of a storm?

-What are you doing here? -We're rescuing two kids.

It'll be okay. Get inside. Julián, give him a life jacket.

-I'll give him a punch. -Don't mess with me.

You're trying to move a 500-ton hull with 75 meters of length through a storm.

There's a northwest wind of 35 knots and we're not even close to the storm.

I'm going out.

You'll go to the dining room or I'll take you.

You know that this is not the quickest way to perform a rescue.

I'll go out on the zodiac boat. I can do it four times quicker than you.

-And you know it. -You're not going anywhere.

-Those kids are my responsibility. -What about the other 40 on this boat?

Are you going to risk their lives as well?

Captain, please.

Absolutely not. I forbid it, Ulises. No!

-Are you deaf? It's a fucking order. -Let go of me!

I'm not a sailor and you're not my father, right?

Ulises, wait!

Here. Give me your position every time.

And be careful.

Where did he get that fucking temper from?

My mother always said:

"When there's a storm at sea everyone has to eat."

I've just made them. The plate, come on.

-I want the plates empty, all right? -Thanks.

Those for you, darling.

Is everyone okay? It's fine.

It's just a matter of time. It'll be okay.

Calm down.

-Here it comes. -Ready?

You have to move to starboard. Now!

You moved earlier.

-You see? Storms can also be fun. -They're cool.

This is Ulises. Copy that?

-Copied. -Constant wind speed and direction.

-Northwest wind of 36 knots. -Copied.

Shit! This is a big storm, Captain.

Get the fuck out of there now! I'll look for you.

We'll be here until you come back.

Ulises, listen to me.

You're about to hit the storm. Be careful.

If I were careful, I wouldn't be here, sir.

I'm tacking 15 degrees to port so the bow faces the sea.

-You have to admit he has balls. -I have to admit he's a fucking idiot.

Are you okay?

Are you okay, Doctor?

Ulises, tell me your course and direction.

Course and direction, Ulises.

Excuse me, Captain, I was taking a quick dip.

There are 3-meter waves at my back. The wind force is 6-7.

Let's go to bed.

That's... that's the mainsail's mast's boom.

It cannot withstand the force of the wind.

And what would happen if that mast broke?

-Where is your life jacket? -I left it in the toilet for one second.

Someone took it.

-No, Palomares, it's okay. -It's not.

-No, please. -Take it.

It's too tight for me.

-Put it on. -Co--

Come on, guys! A shipwreck is not such a big deal.

I suffered a shipwreck. Four minutes without oxygen in my brain.

-And look at me! -Yes, darling.

-As good as new. -Yes, love.

Ulises! You're very close to them.

You can see them on the starboard side.

Two hundred meters away.

-Ulises, do you copy me? -I cannot see anything.

The storm is very strong. It's like a tornado. Fuck! I can't see a thing.

-What are you doing, mixing the ashes? -I'm not. They fell over.

-Plus, there's your wife along with mine. -Get back to your fucking position.

Shit! Ma'am, if you please help me with that. Don't just stand there!

Captain, I lost the position of the lifeboat, do you copy me?

-I copy you, Ulises. -Ulises... over.

Ulises?

Ulises? Do you see them? Come on, answer, Ulises!

Come on, boy! Ulises, are you okay?

Ulises. Answer, Ulises.

Ulises?

What the hell is this?

Keep calm. This will be over soon.

Ulises. Answer me.

Ulises. Answer me, Ulises. Cheer up! The worst has already passed.

Don't think the worst, guys.

-Do you want us to pray, father? -I've already prayed everything I know.

-But we could tell some jokes. -Yes!

Come on, Piti. Piti.

Do you know the one with... the anchors?

A captain says to his sailor: "Do you know how many anchors does a ship have?"

And the sailors says: "Eight."

"Eight?" "Yes, captain, eight."

"You always say 'weigh anchor'."

-Now it's my turn. -Darling--

A Frenchman, an Englishman, and a Spaniard...

Ulises, is that you?

Ulises, come on, is that you?

Captain, this is Ulises, can you hear me?

-I do, Ulises. -I got them. -Captain, I got them. -He got them.

I'm headed towards the Polar Star. The horsepower is at its top level.

-Speed up or the sea will catch you. -Launch a flare.

I would like to see some fucking light. And get us some daiquiris.

You got it, boy. We'll launch a flare every two minutes.

You!

Stop!

If you disobey an order from the captain ever again,

I'll beat the shit out of you!

Understood? Get the fuck inside!

I suppose we can go back to the coordinates now.

-What the fuck is that? -An SOS from the Valkyrie.

A merchant ship with 32 crewmen on board.

-It has leaks. -Answer them. I'll change the course.

We'll help them.

-Captain, it's too late. There's no time. -Late for what?

Ricardo, there's another SOS.

What the hell is going on?

Each one of those red alerts is an SOS from a ship.

Hundreds of lives.

Captain, please,

go back to the coordinates if you don't want us to be another red alert.

-How are we? -Battered but alive.

Three dislocated shoulders, a broken arm, and a lot of bruises.

Nothing serious. Regarding the boat, there are two leaks on the stern side.

And the computers don't work, but we're still afloat.

The coordinates the scientist gave us located us over Santa Teresa trench.

And the hurricane barely touched us. I think that's what saved us.

-Have you reached Captaincy General? -There's neither Captaincy nor Safety.

It's as if everyone had disappeared.

-Good morning. -Good morning, Captain.

Go to the navigation bridge and head to Santa Cruz. We head to port.

-We have to repair the ship. -And take the stowaway to the Police.

He's not squeaky-clean, Ricardo. I'm telling you.

If he was a real a sailor, he would have never disobeyed the captain.

Never.

-Wait. -Where are you going?

Give me a minute.

Your wife's ashes.

In the end, I divided them. Half for you and half for me.

I think mine weighed more than Marisa but...

-But we shouldn't bargain with ashes. -It's okay.

Shall we go? Let's go.

This is the captain.

Take the rest of the day off. It's an order.

Have fun, sunbathe, chat,

and have a beer to my health.

Man, I'll be here until the sun goes down.

And then I'll be laying here until it comes out again.

Guys,

I want you to know that I owe you.

Thank you for helping me.

Yes, you owe me.

Put some sun block on my back.

-Father. -No, Piti, don't.

No, Piti, stop!

Where did you come up from?

I got here chasing a girl.

The biggest storm in the world didn't scare me.

What it does scare me is the teacher who sleeps at the end of the corridor.

AINHOA MONTERO EGUREN

Because he knows our secrets but I don't know his.

16/02/90

SHE EXITS THE GYM

FRIENDS AND RELATIVES

EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK...

EVERY THURSDAY...

POLAR STAR 02/11

Good morning, Polar Star!

-You knew this wasn't a usual storm. -Is anybody there?

You tell me everything you want but don't say a thing about my mother!

Vilma!

-There's poison. Did you suck the wound? -No!

I don't want secrets nor mysterious cargo. What's inside those boxes?

It's the most important baby in the world and you have to take care of it.

My family is this ship and the captain.

-Get away from my daughter. -Impossible things happen sometimes.

-The storm wasn't a weather setback. -What does that mean?

That it's very likely that we are the only inhabitants of the planet.