All language subtitles for El.Barco.S01E08.Pesca.mayor.720p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.x264-SbR_track4_eng

PREVIOUSLY...

Good morning, North Star!

-What the fuck is this?
-Vilma!

Put her there. What happened?

I don't know, something bit me.

-What's this?
-It's a baby abyssal Careproctus.

A fish that lives 5000 meters deep.

My god! Then how can its mother be?

An accident in the particle accelerator
may have indeed occurred

and it may have had effects
of incalculable proportions.

A whirlpool!
We're heading straight towards it!

We think that the accident created
a black hole that swallowed tectonic mass.

The only thing we know is
that the Earth's surface is 99% water.

There is still some land!

They make us believe
in something impossible!

If we found that black box,

we'd know if America still exists.

We've lost contact with Quebec!

This the most important baby in the world.
You have to take care of it.

I don't want it, Piti.

There's no father? I'll be the father.

Alright. From now on,
you're the father of my baby.

Wouldn't you like to know
who you'd like to kiss?

I thought there would be...
I don't know, something.

I'm accused of being insensitive
and not affectionate.

-Suspicious, stubborn...
-What if there was someone who didn't care about your faults at all?

We should negotiate.

-What have I done, Salomé?
-What is it?

I threw myself at Ulises

and kissed him
as if I was drunk in a club.

I'll tell you what.
Ainhoa is the one you like,

but she has a boyfriend.
Instead of fighting, you give up,

and choose the easy one.

An affair is not bad.

But in the end you'll want to be
with someone your age.

-I don't want to be with Ulises.
-I didn't mention Ulises.

I've been in love with Salomé
my whole life.

But I ran away with your mom.

This afternoon you'll move in with me.
I can't wait.

I'd like to ask your permission

for Ainhoa to come live with me.

I came with my partner.

I wanted to thank you
for taking care of us all on the ship.

That's why you're in my bed?

-I'm no one's second option.
-Fuck you!

Maybe you don't want
to sleep in your boyfriend's bed. You were in my bed kissing me

-and teasing me.
-I was there just for five minutes!

Until I found out
how much of a prick you are.

Don't look or talk to me.

I don't exist for you on this ship.

-We're seeing an island!
-An island!

We'll try to land!

There is land...

Children often lose small things.

Pencils, gloves, toys...

Grown-ups also lose things.

But they're big things.

Cars, houses...

Or pieces of land called continents.

Land! -Play it again, Ramiro.
-Yeah.

-Again?
-The last one, Ramiro.

And...

We caught sight of land!

We caught sight of land
15 miles northwest.

-Does anyone copy?
-There's an island!

We're seeing an island!

Descending.

-We'll to try to land!
-We'll try to land, guys!

My dad lost the land,

but now they're all happy,
because he found it again.

When something is lost and then found,

it makes you even happier
than when you first had it.

-Land!
-There's land!

Ramiro! Piti!

Shouldn't you be on the stern?
It's your fishing shift.

-We haven't seen a tuna for days.
-Yes, sir.

What about the rest?

Don't you have anything to do?

Come on, everyone to their posts. Quick!

Man, since you're smoking,
you could let some air in, right?

Thanks. Ricardo...

The route of the flight MC6254 was
London-Buenos Aires, that's okay.

But when that message was sent, the plane
could be anywhere in these coordinates.

-Okay?
-What do you mean?

Well, it changed course.

It wandered around looking for land.

The area I could delimit is...

around 20,000 square miles
south of Azores.

With ideal conditions for sailing,
combing that area can take us...

four years.

-Maybe five.
-Like looking for a needle in a haystack.

It will be a real blow for the people.

No.

It won't be a blow,
because we're not telling them.

After a long time, they have a sense
of purpose to wake up in the morning.

Hey, the milk!

-Now...
-Can you...?

On land you'll have a harder time
pretending you just bump into me.

On land the first thing I'll do is
to stay away from you forever.

Snitch!

I hope you're happy
and it works out for you.

Living with Gamboa.

BIG-GAME FISHING

Ainhoa!

Take care, okay?

Shit, four days with no fish.

We'll have a top-model body
when we reach land if this goes on.

What three things will you do
when we get to the island?

-No idea, man! I don't know.
-Well, I do know.

You'll smack the lips
of the first girl you find.

That's right, Ramiro!

And then I'll smack the lips
of the second girl I find.

-Yeah...
-And then, when I'm more relaxed,

I'll smack the lips
of the third girl I find.

Okay, just as on the ship.

Ramiro, they're biting!

Let's see.

-Nothing?
-It must have been the current.

Sometimes with the breakfast cookies,

I earn some commissions.

Because I eat those
that are broken or cracked.

And that's stealing.

-I wouldn't call that stealing.
-Maybe not you, but what about the Lord?

And the mop?

I should use it every day,
like the last 15 years.

But since the end of the world,
I just do it every two days.

-Salomé.
-What?

When you called me to confess,

I don't think it was
because of the cookies or the mop.

Will you tell me your real concern?

Guilt.

-Because lately I've had--
-Salomé!

Excuse me.

I'll come back later. Ainhoa?

Come in!

What's up? What do you have there?

I was going to give it to you
for your birthday, but...

This is more important.

Thanks!

It wasn't necessary, thank you so much!

What is it?

I wasn't there for your graduation
or your first period.

Dad, please...

I have the feeling that this is
the first important moment in your life

when I'm there too.

-Dad, I'll live in the cabin next door.
-Yeah, but...

this is what looks more like leaving home.

As things stand right now,

this is like you getting married. So are you going to try it on?

Sure.

I think it's my size.

You don't like it, right?

No.

I'm sorry, I picked it with your sister.

But neither me nor her usually read
fashion magazines.

But I have the gift ticket.
In case you want to change it.

I always liked these sleeves.
They used to be very fashionable.

I'd been told that they'd be popular
this season too.

They're okay...

Now it's your turn.

What three things will you do
when we reach land?

I'll run in a straight line
until I pass out.

But can you run
in a straight line with a limp?

And the second one?

I'll swim in the sea.

-That's a good one, Ramiro.
-I mean it. I'll swim looking at the sand
of the beach.

Knowing that I can go back to land
anytime I want.

It does sound good.

And the third one?

What's the third thing you'll do
when you reach land?

I'll miss Pilar very much.

I stole a cookie for you.

Salomé says
that stealing cookies is wrong, but...

she does the same thing
when she thinks I'm not seeing her.

I'm not hungry.

Are you sad?

-A little.
-But why?

The whole crew is happy
because there is land. -You aren't?
-I'm going to miss everybody.

-Why?
-Because when we reach land,

everyone will go their own way
and we won't see each other again.

It's like when you go to a new school,

or when the summer holidays are over.

Yeah, but maybe the land that we'll find
is as little as a soccer field,

or a basketball court.

If the land is as little as a basketball
court, we'll definitely see each other.

Piti!

Piti! Piti!

Shit! What the fuck was that?

Breakfast is included in your trip
aboard the North Star, miss.

But tips are accepted.

You made breakfast!

Peach with sweet seaweed.

Chew the seaweeds well, or they'll get
stuck on the roof of your mouth.

You also have a mini toast,
a wholemeal cookie,

jam, butter,

and half a glass of milk because someone
knocked it in the corridor.

And a flower
for the sexiest girl on this ship.

Wow!

Nobody had brought me
breakfast to bed before.

Well, technically this is a pallet.

-No, it's a bed.
-A mini bed.

No, and we both fit in it.

When we reach land, I'll make a bed
for you with palm tree leaves

and I'll bring you coconuts for breakfast.

Come live with me.

Move to my cabin.

Julia, I...

I don't think that's a good idea.

Wounded man!

Wounded man!

Slowly, slowly.

Turn around so we can see you.

-You can't deny you're--
-Beautiful.

I wish your mom could see you.

-Pretty girl.
-You're amazing, Salomé.

I'm practical. I like necklines,
I do dresses for me.

Anyway, I still have to tighten this.
Where are the pins?

-Isn't it...?
-There are no pins.

-I'll come back in a minute.
-Okay.

Don't I look like a cabbage right now?

No way, you look beautiful.

Damn, now who am I going to gossip with
until 2 a.m.?

Hey, I'm not dead yet.

I'll just stay at the cabin
opposite yours.

-Yeah, but it's not the same.
-I'll be your neighbor.

Yeah.

-Don't be silly.
-Come on.

Ainhoa.

We're friends, right?

Sure.

I have to tell you something.

I can't stand Gamboa.

That's it.

-And why are you telling me this now?
-Because we're friends.

I think that friends must tell the truth.

And I prefer to tell you this now
rather than when it's too late.

What do you know about him?

You don't know anything.
Only that he grew up in a slum.

Just that, nothing else.

If you think I don't know him much,
you know him much less.

-Who cares what I know?
-Sure.

I think I know him enough to consider
that moving into his cabin

-is a screw-up.
-I don't want to talk anymore.

-We're done.
-I'm only telling you to wait a little.

Think about it. You're making excuses.

You didn't even tell me
that you're in love with him.

-It's true. Why are you rushing things?
-Oh, oh...

-Rushing things?
-Yes.

It's funny that you're telling me that.

Someone who goes out for dinner at 10,
at 11 she is already drinking,

at midnight meets a stud in a club
and at 1 a.m. is already pregnant.

Hey.

-Are you done talking to Palomares?
-I am.

What were you talking about?
Well, if I'm allowed to know.

About anything and everything.
Silly things.

Salomé.

The relationships I've had in my life

have been very few and I've always lied...

through my teeth.

I promised myself
that it would be different with you.

That I'd never lie to you.

Do you think I'm lying to you?

We had talked about how there would be
no secrets between us.

I have the feeling now that...

you're hiding something from me.

That's a way of lying.

De la Cuadra, I need you at the bridge.

I'll be there ASAP.

You got me.

I'm hiding something from you.

I was confessing.

Try to relax.

You were lucky, it got to the bone, but...

one more second, and your hands
would have been torn off.

What kind of fish can do this, Julia?

I got it.

It's swimming under the ship.

To pull off four trolls in one go,
you need the strength of a white whale.

Check the sonar.

Checking. Adjusting range.

White whales don't take the bait.

Never. But it wasn't a white whale.

But it's the same size.

Thirty-four meters.

Are you kidding?

-You must be wrong.
-No.

No, the calculations are right.

But the sonar image isn't clear.
It could be an echo failure.

A beast as big as this ship?

Ramiro.

I wanted to congratulate you
for your work with the black box.

You found land.

Amazing!

-Are you an engineer?
-I studied Telecommunications.

-That's how I got the scholarship.
-Well, thanks.

Until yesterday, I thought this ship
would be my grave.

Congrats. Thanks.

But it's a pity that the captain,

instead of treating you like the hero
who brought back hope to this ship,

is treating you like an idiot,
don't you think?

The underwater camera will tell us
what kind of fish is down there.

Yeah, if we can draw it towards us.

Bubble, throw that bait overboard.

It's under the hull,
there's no need to throw any more.

Anyway...

How do you know it's there?

Because we haven't caught a fish
for four days.

Why would it leave now?

Put some fish on the marker buoys, Bubble.

Julia.

I think I was a bit rude when I told you

that it wasn't a good idea
to move in with you.

-I don't--
-No, no.

It's not a good idea, come on.
We've been together for two days

and I'm already pressuring you
to live together.

Normal people usually go to the park
or to the movies first.

Or they go skating... Whatever.

The park and the movies are
a little difficult here.

But skating on the deck in winter,

if you feel like it...

We can make some skates and let's do it.

-Do you know what we can do?
-What?

I think it's better if we go step by step.

I don't know, you can come
to my cabin whenever you want and...

-And that's it.
-Okay.

One knock for a chat. Two for sex.

And three for...

-No three?
-No, I...

What I'm saying is that you can call me
to do things outside our relationship.

Just as friends.

I don't know,
to smoke a cigarette on the deck, and...

-And to talk, I don't know.
-Son, the walkie-talkie.

We're hearing you.

Let's do it.

I'm coming.

Come on!

Come on.

I think it's there!

Attention to monitors,
we're dipping the camera.

The captain is lying.

There is land,
but combing the route of the plane

that sent that message
can take us five years.

-Maybe ten.
-Lower it three more meters.

Okay.

-Turn it 90 degrees. Slowly.
-Turning 90 degrees.

Why would he hide that from us?

For the same reason they hid this from us.

-Lower it five more meters.
-Copy that.

A high-frequency transponder.

If there are people out there, this is
our only way to communicate with them.

The question is... Do you know how to use it?

-Did you see that?
-No, I can't see anything.

Exactly, there's nothing. There are always fish in the sea.

I won't use any device
without the captain's permission.

Oh...

It's a shame that you're so loyal
to the people who have ruined this world.

And who killed your girlfriend.

Remember when we sailed along
the coast of Chile to Panama,

that we were followed
by four sperm whales for 300 miles

-because they thought we were their herd?
-Five meters.

So?

Maybe it has mistaken
our hull for its mom.

If that beast is a baby...

God help us when its mother shows up.

You can be in the sheep team
or in my team.

The team that won't accept any more lies.

It's your choice.

-Can you see anything?
-No, nothing.

Turn 180 degrees.

Slowly. Turn.

There, there! De la Cuadra, move it back!

Move it back!

Come on! Move it back!

It's gone, it was there but now it's gone.

What's up?
We lost the signal, what happened?

It's big.

What the fuck?

Piti, what are you doing?

Estela, I swear I wouldn't come in
like this if it wasn't urgent.

Look at my hands. No one wants
to help me and I'm pissing myself.

Estela, don't be a prude now!

Anyway, you...

You have already covered this ground.

Get out!

-Estela, it's just a moment, help me.
-Get out!

Get out, Piti!

Vilma!

-Maybe I was a bit harsh earlier.
-No, you weren't.

Actually, you were right.

Yes, I'm very quick.

That's how I am.

But not only with my affairs,
also with my friends.

One day I'm on a ship, and the next day
I think I have a best friend forever.

And the next day, I realize I don't.

She's just resentful
and doesn't accept the truth.

Vilma!

Vilma...

Ainhoa!

Okay, goodbye!

Father. Look.

I don't like priests.

I don't like them on land,
and even less at sea.

They bring bad luck.

So if you don't want any trouble...

you'll tell me why my girlfriend
went to confess to you.

Maybe because I'm the only priest
on this ship.

-She needed to talk to someone.
-Don't lecture me.

I don't care if you're a priest
or an acrobat.

I want you to tell me
what Salomé told you. Period.

Why don't you ask herself
if you care so much?

Because I don't feel like it!

Come on, I'm asking you nicely.

Either you tell me what Salomé told you
or you'll stand guard until Christmas.

Don't you realize it?

You're asking me to violate the Sacrament
and the Seal of Confession.

It is you who has to realize it.
I'm not asking you.

It's an order as first mate
of the North Star.

Your job as first mate is
to rule this ship.

And mine is to keep the secrets
and concerns of the crew.

You do yours and let me do mine.

Okay?

Do you want me to let you do your job?

Okay, you will.

In this ship, apart from being a priest,
you're a cabin boy.

Do you know what cabin boys do?

They clean latrines.

So, come on, do it.

You heard me. Come on! Go, go, let's go!

Palomares!

I need you to help me
before you go wash the latrines.

-What? What do you need?
-Look at me.

-You're joking.
-Father, show some Christian charity.

I've been pissing myself for two hours.
I can't do it with these boxing gloves.

Please.

Come on, let's do it.

-Let's see.
-Don't be afraid, go ahead.

But hey, you just have to hold it.

Don't get too close to it,
or you'll like it and you'll be spoiled.

What are you doing?

Screw you.

Come on, Father, it was a joke! Palomares!

This is the picture the camera took
before being swallowed.

An eye with a diameter of 13 centimeters.

Whatever this beast is,
it's eating our fish.

Either we kill it, or we all die.

We calculated the size of the animal
relative to its eye.

What we thought, between 30 and 36 meters.

No sea animal is bigger than 30 meters
but a blue whale.

-It's totally impossible.
-Impossible? Again?

How much of the deep sea has been
explored by your scientist friends?

-Not even five percent, miss!
-Dad...

Isn't it possible that there are
unknown species out there?

Not that big
without having been seen before.

Go tell that to those who caught
the 20-meter squid in Gijón.

Was it hidden somewhere or what?
This is the same thing!

Or it must have mutated!

For a mutation, between two and four
million years are needed, sir!

You don't know what you're talking about.

-And you do?
-I do.

You're more eager to catch my son
than to catch that beast!

-Will you shut up, Dad?
-I won't.

-Cool it!
-Julián, come here.

-What the fuck is wrong with you?
-What's wrong with me?

I'm sick of everything!
Of doctors, priests...

-And I'm sick of all living things!
-Of what?

What?

Salomé has been confessing to the priest.
Unbelievable...

And who do you want her to confess to?
To the helmsman?

Come on, Julián. You also have me
and your son apart from Salomé.

But what about her?

She used to spend the day talking
to Marisa on the phone.

-But she doesn't have anyone now.
-She has me!

If she has to confess to someone,
she should confess to me!

And not with a useless priest!

We can kill the monster with this!

The first mate of a merchant ship
gave it to me.

What are you going to do with that?
It's very old.

It's a whaling harpoon.

-It can also be good for the monster.
-It has the necessary length.

If we aim for the eye,
we'll destroy its brain.

-It's mine.
-What will you try?

-Shooting him in the eye from the deck?
-No.

If we want to hit the target, one of us will have to go down.

Captain.

-Boy!
-Sorry, sorry!

-You have to be more careful!
-I'm so sorry.

Don't worry, at least it was all plastic.
Give me that, it's okay.

-Give me that.
-Sorry.

"Sorry," he says...

Hey, Ramiro, my friend, my mate...
My brother!

Would you hold my dick...?

Today is a great day for everyone,

because we know
there's a place we can go to.

There's an island out there.

But this is a very important day
for me too,

because the most beautiful girl
on the North Star

is moving to my cabin.

Ainhoa...

I think I could survive without land,
but not...

without seeing your smile when I wake up.

And whoever wants to send

greeting cards to my girlfriend,
write down her new address.

Ainhoa Montero.

Cabin number nine, North Star school ship.

The world.

I don't think the fish
is going to hurt you.

So you'd rather have me
do free diving, Bubble?

You never know.

Why is Miss Julia sad?

Tell me, who says she's sad?

Her eyes.

Yesterday, they didn't say it.
Today they do.

They're sad.

Like the fish in the picture.
That eye is also sad.

It's like it is missing someone.

Just like Julia.

Because you're her boyfriend, aren't you?

Yes, Bubble, I'm her boyfriend.
Are you trying to tell me something?

Hey, we can talk about anything you like.
Do you want to talk about anything?

If you're her boyfriend,
you should make her laugh.

Or tell her nice things over the speakers,
like Gamboa did.

Yeah...

And instead of that,
you're building cages.

It's him!

It's not a dolphin or a killer whale
or a sperm whale.

None of them howls like that.

So sad.

Come on!

Can I help you?

No, I was...

Never mind, I was leaving.

Excuse me, first mate.

I know that you and I haven't started
very well with that chewing gum thing.

But now that we've smoothed things over,

I'd like to ask you a favor.

Would you help me...

pull out my periscope

to urinate?

If I help you pull out your periscope,

you won't urinate.

I'll grind it and give it
to the fish to eat.

Shall I? Captain!

I want to apologize for what happened
with De la Cuadra earlier.

-I've been very nervous lately.
-Don't worry.

We all are.

If you want to talk about anything...

I mean, I couldn't help hearing you
talking to Ulises over the walkie-talkie.

Do you want to talk about it?

No.

Well...

Yes.

I've fallen in love with Ulises.

I've fallen in love.

And...

I think I'm scaring him.

I understand.

Because if you had asked me
to go live with you,

I'd sit paralyzed on a chair.

But happy.

If I was the same age as him, I mean.

He's young.

Give him some time.

What this ship needs is people in love.

Julia.

One would have to be mad
not to want to go live with you.

As a 20-year-old.

Thank you.

Dad, you're silly.

You like Julia and you play
the love counselor with her.

She's in a relationship now, okay?
She asked Ulises to move in with her.

He's not sure about it, but she is.

What did he say?
Do you know if he's moving in with her?

I don't know. I don't have a clue
about what he told her.

I think he wasn't sure about it.
Who cares about that?

And are you sure about it?

Are you sure you're in love with Julia?

Madly.

Stupidly, but...

madly.

But she made her choice, so case closed.

Aguilar, check how Garmendia
is doing with the cage.

We should proceed with the immersion
before dusk.

-Copy that, Captain.
-That's the dress I gave you, isn't it?

Ulises is going down in a cage?

There it is again!

-It's talking to us.
-What the fuck is that?

I've been on a ship for 30 years
and I'd never heard such a thing.

I'm not an expert,
but it's frigging weird.

-Do you know what's frigging weird?
-Push a little.

If you're really in love with the doctor,

-you're not man enough to live with her.
-When did you start to defend the doctor?

I remind you that yesterday
you said she was a slut

and a while ago
you two had a fucking fuss, Dad.

Look, son.

-I don't really like the doctor.
-I know that.

-But it's your life, not mine.
-So then--

If you go, then do it!

Don't mess around.

That's what I did with your mother.

Whether it will be a happy relationship
or a failure, do it now.

Go for it.

I did it with Salomé.

And I'm going all out for her.

Even if I have to steal
or to pester anyone, whatever.

I won't even think about losing her.

It took me 43 years to learn that lesson.

Forty-three years to stop being a prick.

You're not a prick, first mate.

You're my friend.

What's wrong with this screw?
It won't fit!

If you're as good in other things
as in this... Help me here!

The coordinates and the likely trajectory
of the plane have been delimited,

and now I'm forced to lie to the crew
to keep hopes up.

De la Cuadra calculates that it will take
five or six years to find that island.

He's wrong.

We depend on weather while sailing.

It will take us ten years or more.

I haven't told him. I've lied to him.

I have the feeling that I haven't stopped
lying since I got on this ship.

Why did you steal that?

-I didn't steal anything.
-I saw you in the captain's cabin.

-That's the logbook, right?
-It's none of your business!

Ramiro.

We're friends. What's wrong with you?

For your own sake, get out of the cabin
and forget what you saw.

Get out!

Alright.

I'll get out of the cabin
and I'll forget what I saw.

But I'll tell the captain
you were in his cabin and stole the logbook.

You're not telling anything
to anyone, okay?

Palomares!

I came to see you
because I was thinking that...

I could also do with a chat.
Well, one of those confessions.

After so many years at sea,
one forgets about God.

First mate,
I don't know what you're trying--

I came to confess, I told you, Father.

If you hear my girlfriend's confession,
you can hear mine.

You don't want to confess, you want me
to tell you what Salomé told me.

No way.

That's water under the bridge.

I came to confess

because I have stolen, Father.

I have stolen something very small.

But I think it has great value
for someone on board.

Then give it back to him!

It's a book.

It's very small, as I said.

Hard covers...

Golden pages...

Jointly written by those...
What was their name?

Oh, yeah.

The apostles!

An incunabulum.

Because I'm sure
it's the only one left in the world.

-Have you stolen my Bible from my cabin?
-I'm afraid so, Father.

So let's cut the bullshit.

Either you tell me
what you're up to with Salomé,

or you can say goodbye
to your spiritual guide.

It's in the living room.
You have 15 minutes.

Alright?

Or the Bible will fly overboard.

May the Lord be with you.

I know what we can do
so we don't split up when we reach land.

We can stay to live on the ship.
We can be captain and first mate.

-We'd give orders the whole time.
-But if everyone gets off the ship,

who would we give orders to?

I don't know.

-We could go down to land sometimes.
-Of course we could!

-We could hide treasures underground.
-And climb trees.

-We could build huts.
-And make friends.

-Maybe it's cool that there is land.
-It is.

But we have to take an oath.

We swear that we'll never stop
being friends,

-so we won't miss each other.
-I don't want to miss you.

Missing someone is sad.

That's why I swear I'll never stop
being your friend.

-I swear it too.
-Then give me five!

I got you!

I got you and you're done!

Here's everything. All the information
that the captain has been hiding from us.

The fall of the plane, the bomb,

the estimate of how long it will take us
to reach land...

Everything's a lie.
We're being treated like idiots.

If Gamboa hadn't taken our side,
we wouldn't know that the world is over.

Haven't you ever hidden anything
from anyone not to hurt them?

Never something this big, no. And do you know why they kept it from us?

Because everyone is in on the secret.

You don't need to tell
the captain what I did.

I'll do it.

What are you trying to prove
going down in this bird cage? Snitch, why don't you mind
your own business?

Moving in
with your girlfriend is scarier

than going down in this cage
and battle a big sea monster.

What about you?

You've been dragging
your suitcase all day long

because you're scared
of moving in with Gamboa.

-I'm not scared.
-You aren't?

No.

Then go.

And you can use that wedding dress
or nightgown for the first time.

I'll still need three hours to weld
the cage. Will you let me, please?

What the hell are you doing?

I'll help you kill yourself.

Bubble.

Would you help me piss?

How can I help you piss?

Could you hold it while I piss?

Please...

Do you know
what a particle accelerator is?

First mate.

Wait, Father, I'm here messing
around the resurrection of Lazarus

and I'm quite hooked to it.

Amen, that's it.

Give me back my Bible.

What did Salomé tell you
when she confessed?

No.

Alright.

Say goodbye to the Scriptures, Father.

You know what, first mate?

I think something's changing
in the world of priesthood.

Now priests are nasty.

San Antonio de Cuba.

Purple cigar band.

The last 20 cigars in your stock.

And probably the last 20 cigars
in the world.

Kid, I warn you
that you're playing with fire.

Give me that box or I'll destroy you.

Cigars for Bible.

If you drop that box,

you'll be cleaning latrines
until your pubic hair grows gray.

But I'll do it in a smoke-free space.

Cigars for Bible, on the count of three.

One...

Two...

Three.

She's going to leave me, isn't she?

Just tell me that.

Tell me if she told you

that she's going to leave me.

First mate, I'm so sorry. I took vows.

I can't tell you what she told me
and what she didn't.

But if you want to know
what we talked about, go ask her.

Then, frozen things also expire?

Yes, they also expire, Bubble.

Captain, what are you doing?

-Are you sad?
-A little bit, right?

-Because your daughter is leaving.
-No, she's not.

She's just moving to another cabin.

But I guess you're right. It makes me a little sad.

Then...

parents are sad

when children move?

A little bit, Bubble.

They're happy because good things
will happen to them.

But sad, because they move away.

But she's just moving
to the cabin opposite yours.

Yeah, Bubble,
but even if it's just 12 meters,

she's moving away anyway,
and there's no turning back now.

That's why I'm sad.

-Like any dad would be, Bubble.
-I understand.

Dads miss people,
and missing people is sad.

That's it. There you have your cage.

I hope you go down
and that fish eats you up

-so I don't have to see you again.
-Don't cry at my funeral.

Can I ask you a couple of things?

Can you tell Gamboa to make a speech
over the speakers?

And come with that dress
to my funeral, please.

Aren't you going to kiss me goodbye? It's rubbing against us.

-What was that?
-That's the propeller.

The fish is hitting the propeller.

We could use just our sails,
but the generators need the propeller.

Or else, no electricity,
no radio, no freezer,

and no waterworks.

De la Cuadra, we have to go down now!

If you see anything strange,

or the beast attacks the cage,
we'll pull you up.

-Okay.
-Alright. Ma'am...

Why do you have to go?

I'm the only crew member of the North Star
who can do it.

You know that as well as I do.

If you really have
any feelings towards me,

please don't do it.

What's this?

-Some kind of love test, or what?
-If you want to call it that...

It is.

Do you want a love test?

Empty a couple of drawers in your closet,
because stowaways don't have much clothes.

If you're still up to sharing a cabin

with a single bed.

Why do you keep lying to us?

You lied to us about the plane,

the transponder, the end of the world...

And now you're lying to us about how long
it will take us to find that island?

If you were in my place, you'd know
that lying is sometimes needed

-to keep hopes up.
-Tell me the truth!

And I'll find a way
to get hope to stay alive.

I won't believe you again.

Because you're not my captain anymore.

What a pleasure!

There are many people on this ship
who don't understand

that friends are there to help and support
each other during tough times.

But you do.

So thank you very much, really.

-Vilma, watch out!
-Aren't you done yet?

The last few drops. Shake it a little bit.

Okay, okay, not so much.

That's it. Zip it, put it in nicely.

-And zip it.
-Piti.

If anyone finds out about this,

-I'll kill you.
-No one will know.

I piss from three to five times a day.

And I don't know
when these bandages will be removed, so...

Hey, Vilma! I mean... The other thing... No way, right?

-Óscar, tighten up!
-Watch out, it will get stuck!

-Pull hard!
-Tighten up!

-Pull!
-That's okay!

-Down!
-There you go!

Stop, stop!
Okay, perfect, you're doing good.

-Are you okay?
-Is this well fastened?

-Yes.
-Let's go down now!

I'm worried about Ulises.

Sure.

And what about Salomé?

-Still thinking about the confession?
-I saw her again

talking, or whatever, with Palomares.

So what?

Keep it in mind when moving it overboard!

-I think I'm losing her, Ricardo.
-You're not losing anyone.

-Salomé loves you.
-Salomé has her doubts.

Why else would she confess?

It's the most important thing I have
in my life and I'm going to lose it.

-I know she's going to leave me.
-Julián, snap out of it.

Talk to her.

I'd bet my stripes
that she won't leave you.

Julián?

Julián, can you hear me?

Yes, I can hear you.

I'm in the club.
Can you come here just a second to talk?

First of all...

Don't feel bad.

I will... I will get over it.

Maybe it will take me
a couple of weeks, but...

But I'll be fine.

I'm sure we'll be friends.

Did you really believe
I was thinking about leaving you?

You're not?

Do you want to know
why I went to confess to Palomares?

Because I felt guilty
about being so happy.

That's why I went to confess.

Do you know what Palomares told me?

That I didn't need to feel bad
for being so happy,

because it's not my fault.

Whose is?

It's yours. Only yours.

It's your fault that I'm so happy, and that I'm walking around this ship
feeling like a teenager,

not caring about the mess
we're involved in.

Really?

Really. Just one thing.

So, if we break up,
in two weeks you'll be...

-okay?
-No!

I said that so that you didn't... I'd die!

Salomé, I told you that
so you wouldn't worry.

-You're an idiot.
-You are!

Sure. I'm going to turn it on.

I'll give you a sign.

Shit! It's sinking!
How on earth did that happen?

-It was steady, I swear!
-We lost it!

Why the fuck did you drop the cage?

Because I can't stand you
being such a selfish idiot

and risking your life!

Especially having someone like Julia,
who needs you

and would do anything for you!

Are you sure you did it because of that?

-Or don't you want me to go down?
-I don't!

I'd rather have you go down free diving

so that the beast eats you
and I won't have to see you again.

Where are you going with that?

For fuck's sake!

That cage is already 50 meters deep.
There's no way we can--

Fuck it!

Don't do it, Captain!

She doesn't want to hurt us.

She just wants her baby.

Bubble!

It's her mommy looking for it.

That's why she was so sad,

because she was asking us
to give her baby back.

Ricardo?

Ricardo!

Ricardo, it's going away.

With her baby.

She's leaving with her baby.

One hundred and fifty-three meters.

-Two hundred and three...
-Come on, come on.

If you like Gamboa, I like Gamboa.

I guess that knowing someone well
isn't that important, right?

That's not what you said this morning.

The guy who did this to me...

I met him when I was 12.

I didn't realize he was an asshole
until I slept with him.

Do I seem so hasty now?

You don't.

Come here.

-Friends?
-Well, just out of convenience.

I'll need a babysitter soon.

So I can go partying
and flirt with all the guys.

You can count on that!

I'll take her.

I didn't mean the suitcase.

Shall we?

Three hundred and sixty-eight meters...

Three hundred and ninety-one...

It's out of the sonar range!
Ricardo, it's off!

It's off!

What's up?

That beast again?

No, that's not a fish.

I want to be with the winners.

Welcome to the team.

It's a ship.

North Star to Koré Koré, do you copy?

The ship seems to be in good condition
and looks to be manned.

We must be really careful.
They could be sick,

dead, or rotten.

There's something about it I don't like.
Stay close to me.

Love has to be made slowly. Step by step.

I think you couldn't care less
about Ainhoa.

Love arises strongly and I'm there.

-I don't know where you are.
-Are you breaking up with me?

Drop that box, Bubble!

You're a liar!

-I know how to use the transponder.
-Not a word to the captain.

Why don't you tell her you love her?

On this ship,

you can't trust anything or anyone.

We must remove this. He's suffocating.

Roberto!

Hey!

It's Bubble.

I think he's starting to remember.