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PREVIOUSLY...

It's boxes, Captain. Dozens of them!

The boxes showed up in line. That's odd.

The device is a transponder.

It transmits long-range signals and it also receives them.

-Is it connected? -It is.

The transponder isn't working. Do you know anything about that?

-We were on the same team. -Yeah, but in different places.

The consequences of what you've done are way

above you, they're above me,

and above everyone on this ship.

This is Mr. Gamboa.

-Why did you come back? -Don't ask what you already know, Julia.

-Do your duty. -What's that?

We found the North Star's logbook.

It reads there are 31 cabins.

Fuck, man! This is a mausoleum.

If you don't want to be with me, I'll respect it,

but you will not be with anybody else.

I don't care what you say.

-I know you still love me. -I kissed you yesterday

-and now I doubt myself. -We can do things the right way.

I mean, asking the captain for a cabin where the two of us and the crib can be.

-I love you. -You've never loved anyone in your life!

I only want you to think I can change.

Forgive me.

Captain, there's people out there.

A raft with survivors.

-I'm Víctor. -Tom.

-Dulce. -Leonor.

Welcome to the North Star.

-I'm in love with you, Julia. -I think I love him, Salomé.

Do you think it's too late to answer him?

Captain...

I've got a message for you from your wife.

We know there's an island.

We heard about it on a black box recording.

We can see an island!

We'll try to land!

-Would you let my people listen to it? -I don't think it would be for the best.

-Yeah, but... -Listen to me. It's for the best.

Did you tell him why we're here?

-Did you? -I swear I didn't say anything!

You've put our mission in danger.

No! Tom!

She's dead.

You let them render the transponder useless.

You didn't get the black box.

Another failure and you'll need more than a couple of Band-Aids.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Six...

Upstairs.

Last year, for the end-of-year party,

my class staged a theater play.

Not in here.

Little Red Riding Hood. I played the wolf.

Twenty-two...

Twenty-three...

Twenty-four...

Twenty-five...

Twenty-six...

Taken.

Damn, Vilma. What can we do?

Okay, okay.

Taken.

-Good morning. -Hello.

You don't look like you slept a lot.

The ship moved quite a lot last night

and I got nauseous.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Forty-two...

Forty-three...

Let's sit down.

Forty-five...

Forty-six...

Forty-seven...

Forty-eight...

Forty-nine...

Fifty!

Good morning.

-I ended up in bed with Leonor. -With Julia, you mean.

With Leonor.

-There's nothing else with Julia? -Same as before, or even more so.

-Where are you headed, man? -I know, I know...

We went to bed, no drinks, no fun, no nothing.

And we hugged.

Ricardo...

I understand you.

You don't need to be drunk to want to get close to that beautiful woman.

What about Julia? Are you telling her?

-She already knows. -Well, then.

She got into my cabin and she saw us...

...in bed.

Fuck, Ricardo!

Never mind. What's done is done.

Look at the bright side. Julia...

-Let see what she does. -What about the girls?

What do I tell them after saying a thousand times that I liked Julia?

Fifty-four...

Look, I'd tell them there are presents that you just can't turn down.

In the tale, the wolf disguised himself as the granny

to deceive Little Red Riding Hood and be able to eat her.

Hello.

Come. Good morning.

-How did you sleep? -Very well, actually.

This ship is really comfy.

She must have spent an entertaining night, I don't think she slept in her cabin.

I did, because I spent the night at the captain's cabin.

I can only say... it was spontaneous.

It just happened, all of a sudden.

I don't think I should be part of this personal conversation.

Plus, I'd like more coffee.

Even though the wolf was well disguised

and managed to deceive Little Red Riding Hood,

at the end of the play, the hunter finds her and saves her.

You knew perfectly well what was between Ricardo and me.

So you just fucked him to get on my nerves, huh?

I think it's you who doesn't know what there is between you two.

He didn't seem to be in love with you as he took me to bed.

Get away from the captain and his family.

Is that clear?

Take what you came for and get off this ship.

I'm not in a hurry, Julia.

Not at all.

Besides...

The captain's cabin has its own toilet, and...

...you know I'm very lady-like.

It's a good place to stay in, don't you think?

I think you're the same fucking bitch I met five years ago in Geneva.

-That's what I think. -No matter how well the wolf is disguised,

you can always tell him by his teeth in the end.

One-hundred!

I'm coming!

If Bubble finds us, we're both screwed.

I found this spot first.

What floor are you going to?

Top floor.

Do you live here?

Your face looks familiar.

-No. -No...

No, I'm visiting somebody.

Were you talking to a man in the doorway yesterday?

Yeah.

But...

WHO'S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF?

But we didn't talk because they took me for somebody else.

It's only natural people take you for somebody else.

One day, you say "I love you"

and the next you ask to be insulted.

Who can be sure who you are?

Got you!

Very well.

-Yes. -Tell me.

We haven't found the black box yet,

but it's likely it's inside a safe the captain keeps in his cabin.

Are you sure the captain doesn't suspect anything?

He doesn't suspect anything, though I had to use his dead wife.

-Are you sure? -Everything's under control.

You've been on the ship for 50 hours and you lost a member of the team.

-Nothing's under control. -I said everything's under control!

You've got two hours to get the black box.

If you don't make it, you'll lose the link and will have to stay on the ship.

Am I clear? You've got two hours.

Did Valeria hide in here?

No.

What are you doing, Piti?

I was trying to kiss you, Vilma. Aren't we officially together?

I must have some rights. I'm sure they're not all duties.

Piti...

Not that I'm too classy for this,

but I can think of more romantic things than making out in the laundry room.

You weren't so hard to get for the guy who got you pregnant.

A couple of drinks and taking you to the disco's toilet did the trick.

You're so full of shit.

-Let me through. -I'm sorry, Vilma.

-Stay here. -Fine.

I'm sorry.

I'm... looking for Valeria.

-You'll need to keep looking. -I already looked in every cabin.

She's not in the hold because she's afraid of it,

-she's not allowed into the engine room... -Well, she's not in here.

Maybe she hid in some other cabin.

But this cabin is one of her favorite hideouts,

and since I've already found Estela, Ramiro, and Marta...

I think you'll need to try harder with Valeria,

but out of here.

Don't you think?

Listen to me.

The other day, when you were in the sick bay, I held your hand.

I thought you'd lose the baby. I swore that, if everything came out well,

I'd devote every second of my life to you.

Right.

Let's do things the right way, then.

-Let's devote every second to each other. -Yeah.

But in a place of our own, something better than a ladder.

Something more intimate, a cabin...

Let me see if I get this straight.

Are you telling me we're sealing the deal if I get a cabin?

Yeah.

Crap!

-Where are you going? Bubble will get you. -I don't care if he does.

I'll get a cabin out of nowhere right away.

Got you!

Haven't you been taught

it's not okay to listen to other people's conversations?

You have, right?

What, then? You're finally with Vilma? No more drama?

Are you or aren't you guys engaged?

All the way.

And I'm glad.

I'll go through with the kid, living together, and whatnot, Ramiro.

I need a favor, Father.

Just a day with her and you already need a hand?

It's not that, this is love. I need a cabin for our honeymoon.

With all these comings and goings, I'm about to burst.

Is that the love you're giving her?

You're just engaged and you only think of sleeping with her?

No, don't get me wrong, Palomares. I'm in love.

I don't love her less because I want to sleep with her, but even more so.

That's something you priests don't seem to understand.

Get it ready at once.

Good morning, Doctor.

-Good morning. -May I help you?

Doctor...

I wanted to say I'm sorry about the other night.

-Two knots? -No need to be sorry.

I understand.

A single knot will do.

We didn't make love.

There was...

...some sensuality, caresses, but that was all.

Still, I feel I cheated on you.

Whom you go to bed with is none of my business.

There's nothing between us.

We're going to spend a lot of time together on this chip, Captain.

Let's not get personal again.

That way, there won't be any misunderstandings or problems.

Right.

Not personal.

Wow! I'm... I'm sorry.

Knots aren't your thing, considering you're a captain.

-Let me try again. -I'll do it myself, thanks.

-First mate, I've got good news. -What is it?

Vilma and I are officially together.

I thought you might get us a matrimonial cabin.

Something more intimate, you see.

A cabin?

-Of course. -Yeah?

What else? A minibar and a waterbed?

What do you think this is? The Ritz?

We're overpopulated due to the new ones and you come asking for a bachelor pad?

It's not that, first mate, it's not.

Vilma's pregnant.

Do you want to make the first child in the new world share a cabin?

Come on, please.

-There's an empty cabin. -Really?

Number 31.

That cabin's a fucking graveyard.

You're too good for it?

Those corpses were fed to the fish a long time ago.

You tidy it up and you're good to go. It's either that or the bowsprit.

-Bon appétit, girls. -Thank you.

Palomares.

Why do you get so edgy instead of being happy for them?

I know he'll fuck it up again and hurt Vilma.

You know what I think?

Behind all this protecting Vilma, you're actually in love with her.

And everything that's going right with Piti makes you angry

because it's not with you.

-May I? -Sure.

I couldn't wait to get a shower.

I'm finished. Go ahead.

You know? I'm still getting used to this... shared life.

You invite us to spend a day on the ship, we invade your cabins and stay to live.

Perfect.

We missed having new faces around here.

Hey...

I'm very sorry about Dulce.

I did what I could, but thousands of mosquitoes had bitten her.

I don't get why she went out into the hallway. It was suicide.

She died in my arms.

Some things just can't be helped.

But...

Thank you for everything you did for her.

Were you two close?

Close?

Well...

As close as you can get on a raft adrift,

while trying to survive and remembering your dead husband,

or thinking you're the next one to drown.

It's none of my business, but the others didn't seem very upset.

They didn't come down to see her, they didn't ask for a funeral.

After seeing so many people die,

maybe...

...they started thinking it's a normal thing to see.

It's weird you don't feel anything after something like that.

Dulce survived with them.

We just lived the same kiss.

Do you feel what I feel?

I would rather have her yell at me or slap me,

but she was totally indifferent.

She said it was none of her business whom I slept with.

It's not the end of the world.

Confess to the charges. Yes, you went to bed with Leonor.

-But that's over. -Julián...

-Try and patch things up with Julia. -I didn't sleep with her.

-I thought you had. -But nothing happened.

Julia told me not to cross the line between the professional and the personal.

-Are you following? -Yeah.

-The... line. -If she won't start over, then you do.

If she doesn't forgive you today or tomorrow...

What, then? Relax.

Wait until it fades away.

Unlike many other things,

we've got plenty of time.

As for the land, it's nowhere...

-...to be found. -...to be found.

Come on, guys. It's over there.

-Where are we going? -You'll see.

Help me out, Ramiro. We need to open this up again.

Come on. Up!

Come on!

There.

What is this?

It's the former sick bay.

The first captain locked inside people who got the Spanish flu,

so as to prevent an epidemic.

-Fuck, Piti. -Listen up, girls.

It freaks me out too, but let's not get carried away.

Everyone says we need to be more afraid of the living than of the dead.

Come on, guys. Give me a hand.

A home will be brought here today.

Let's take this out.

There.

I'm sorry.

-Here, let me. -No, that's fine. Thanks.

That's fine.

It's...

It's just...

-...some dirty laundry. -That's fine, man.

I'm off to the laundry room. Those washing machines have their tricks.

I appreciate it, Ulises. It's just that...

What?

...I'll feel completely useless if I can't give a hand on this ship.

You've done enough for us.

Do you mind?

-Not if you let my finger go. -Oh, sorry.

I don't like people touching my underwear either.

Thanks anyway.

Bye.

-Ulises. -What is it?

Is that a bullet?

It was here, right by the new ones' cabin.

I just ran into Víctor and he was weird.

I think he was hiding something.

Okay...

Maybe it's from the gun on board and it fell during the mutiny.

It's not the same caliber.

What if they have a gun?

Don't mess with my mind.

Why would they have a gun?

-They got on the ship with almost nothing. -Why is this bullet here, then?

Something stinks here, you know it as well as I do.

Let's go.

Okay.

God, that stinks!

Come one, we'll get used to the smell.

Man!

Are you thinking of bringing Vilma and her baby to a cabin that was a tomb?

If you put it that way...

...it doesn't sound romantic, but a doormat,

the crib over here, and a hand of paint

-and this becomes... -...a real palace, right.

That's the silver lining.

What about the windows?

Piti, Vilma's having a baby in a basement.

I'll get the disc grinder and make a porthole with curtains.

This is below the waterline.

Man...

I don't think Vilma will like sleeping in a pantheon.

The important thing is the first family on the ship will be born here.

Is the place so important?

Watch out!

-Although some remodeling would be needed. -Vilma doesn't need to know.

-There you go again. -I only ask you to help me clean up.

I'll take care of the rest.

Isn't that what love is about?

Come on, guys.

What?

-Okay? -Fine.

Where do we begin?

-Dad, Dad! -You scared me, sweetie.

-I saw Leonor talking over the phone. -Ricardo, can you hear me?

-Hang on. -She was talking about you,

and a box, a dead woman,

-and something happening in three hours. -How could she have a phone, Valeria?

-Tell me, Julián. -Please come to the bridge.

-I'm coming. -Leonor is mean, Dad!

Why mean, sweetie? Why am I mean?

Look what I found on the floor? It's yours, right? Here, let me.

Hey, Valeria. What are you doing?

She was talking over the phone. I saw her!

Over the phone?

I wish I had a phone and I could talk to my mother.

I miss her as much as you do yours. Right, sweetie?

She put it in that backpack. I saw her hide it. She's a liar.

-Valeria, tell her you're sorry. -No, she's a liar!

-Say you're sorry! -No!

-Valeria! -Hey! Please...

Leave her.

In the bag, right?

See? Come.

Come.

Let me show you what's inside.

See?

-You hid it. You're lying to us! -Valeria, it's over.

-You're grounded, Valeria. -Please, don't ground her.

-Go! -Please, Captain.

It's not important.

-I'll pick them up. -No, no.

You're grounded without games or anything!

So, Valeria? Will you tell Leonor you're sorry?

-There. -Sure.

It's a spacious cabin, huh?

-How are you doing? -Fine.

We took the old mattress out. The new one's outside.

The baby's crib is outside, too.

-Is that the paint? -There was only black left.

Black as the pit.

-Are you painting the walls black? -What else can I do?

It's too much, Piti. Vilma will hate it. This will look like a coffin.

Enough with the funerary metaphors!

No one can get laid in a room like this!

Many disco VIP zones are black

and many great things happen there, so look lively.

Maybe we can paint on this stain. I can't rub it off.

-It is weird, isn't it? -Yeah.

-So, you couldn't... -No.

It looks like a face, doesn't it?

It's true. Aren't those the eyes

and the mouth?

-It's got a kind of cap. -Oh, God...

It's the captain who left the dead inside.

On top of it all, ectoplasm here in my bedroom.

I'm sure it's just a grease stain.

I'm sure we can use a copper sponge. I'll ask Salomé for one.

There.

Damn! A human femur?

A femur?

Fuck!

Had you never seen a corpse before?

We all deserve to be waked once we're dead,

to be given a coin

to give to the ferryman and be taken to the other side.

At least, that's what my grandmother thought.

You barely knew her. She'd been on the ship for a few hours.

You don't need to love somebody to grieve their loss.

It's funny you should talk about loving. You don't know what that is.

-I was learning to remember with you. -Well, you didn't learn a thing.

Or you forgot it the moment you decided to threaten all those I love.

You didn't give me a chance. I don't even know if you ever loved me.

What are we talking about, huh?

My sister is five years old!

If there was a world, you'd have a restraining order or a 30-year sentence!

I hate you

and there's nothing in this world that could change that.

Víctor!

Leonor confirmed the black box is in the captain's cabin,

inside a safe affixed to the structure.

Did she see it?

What's in the black box?

The pilot of the plane saw land.

We can decrypt the coordinates to determine the exact location.

-See you. -Hi.

It makes no sense.

Why weapons? How could they get them on board without being seen?

We didn't search the raft, Captain.

There could be compartments or a double bottom.

This doesn't make any sense. We found them in the ocean by coincidence.

What if it wasn't a coincidence?

Ricardo...

Three days ago, we found a line of boxes floating in the sea.

What did we do?

We changed our course.

We picked them up one by one, as if they were bread crumbs.

Where did they lead us? Right to the intruders' raft.

-Damn... -It's weird, Captain.

Sixteen boxes adrift would scatter after so many days.

We didn't find them.

We went looking for them.

We came for a 24-hour mission and we've been here for three days.

We still have 41 minutes left.

The time we need to get out there and get the black box.

Did you talk to the base? Are we on time?

It's our last chance. If we don't succeed,

we have to stay in here.

We have no idea what happened out there. Where was Gamboa?

Where were the yacht passengers, Captain?

Where are the astronauts? Not to mention the blonde.

First, she comes with a message from your Marisa and then gets you in bed.

Not to add fuel to the fire, but she kissed me in the locker room.

Just like that, out of the blue.

Fuck! Damn! Fuck!

-Shit! -What's wrong?

Fuck!

Someone got into the cabin.

-What now? -Valeria never lies.

Leonor hid it away.

The radiotelephone is missing. I left it here!

-The girl... -Fuck!

-The girl saw me using it this morning. -Can Valeria come play with me?

Where did you get this, Bubble?

Leonor's cabin.

We lost communication because of a five-year-old girl!

It is a military long-wave P 214 radiotelephone.

The US army used it during the Iraq war.

Don't you raise your voice at me again, lieutenant.

There are still too many people on this operation.

-What the hell do they want? -I'm not waiting to find out.

Bubble, go to my cabin and take Valeria with you.

-Come on! Quick! -Aye, Captain.

Ulises.

Enough with the subtleties. Let's go.

-On to the deck, let's go. -Go!

-Can I open my eyes now? -Hang on a second.

-I can tell where we are. -Really? Where?

Mind the step.

-Careful. -Okay.

Very well.

Another step down...

And another one. There.

HOME SWEET HOME

One last step.

-Now? Can I open them? -Anytime.

What do you think?

Oh, Piti!

It's so beautiful.

I love it.

I mean, it's a bit dark, but...

There is still some remodeling to be made.

A doormat here that reads "Welcome".

And maybe...

...a height chart on the wall to measure the baby's height.

And a mirror over there.

So you can see every day how beautiful you are.

You're adorable.

Hang on a second. What part of the North Star is this?

-Where did you get this cabin? -It belonged to the first shipowner.

It was blocked and it wasn't on the blueprints.

They must have forgot it, or...

We'll open a window here.

A porthole so that light comes into the room.

We all know light increases the property value.

We're below the waterline, Piti.

I know. But haven't you ever dreamed of living in an aquarium?

Besides, horse mackerels are usually quiet neighbors,

as well as formal and discreet.

It's the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me.

You know what? This first day...

...at home...

...we will never forget.

-Bon appétit, guys. -Thanks.

I bet you anything Vilma will tell him to go to hell before dinner's over.

You're jealous.

He's jealous.

-He's not jealous, he helped them out. -You can tell he is.

-I'm telling you, I'm not. -Yes, you are.

See? It's not a problem.

Hello.

Bon appétit.

Don't be ridiculous, Captain.

You know you won't shoot.

Who are you and what do you want from us?

That doesn't matter.

You only need to know we're here for your good and that of everyone else's.

-Believe me, Captain. -Believe you?

You haven't stopped lying to me since you got on this ship.

You played with my wife's memory, put me against my daughter, threatened my crew.

It's not easy to think you're here for our own good.

Why are you on this ship? What do you want? Water? Medicines? What?

They want the black box. They're looking for the land.

It's the most important piece of information in a world full of water.

We found that box and it's not getting out of this ship.

But we can collaborate, do this together.

Put your weapons down and submit to my authority.

You can't kill us all.

Not all of you. Maybe just this one in the meantime.

We're not here to negotiate, Captain.

Put the harpoons down.

I ordered to put the harpoons down.

I'm not risking anybody's life. Put them down.

It's in my cabin, inside a safe.

The password is 767756.

Get it and get the hell out of here.

Very well.

Let the boy go.

You said you'd let him go. Let him go!

You did the right thing, Captain.

One funeral is enough for today.

Get the rest of the crew and lock them together

-in groups, separately. -Line up! Quick!

Not a fucking surprise until we find the box, okay?

Come on! Quick!

Come on! Drop that! Quick!

Faster!

-Go! Go! -Come on.

Very well. Line up.

Open the door. Quick! I don't have all day.

One by one! You, stand still.

Stand still.

Come on!

Come on! Get into the laboratory, or else...

...I'll blow your brains out! You hear me?

Get down! Come on!

Not one surprise.

Am I clear?

Let's go.

Valeria?

Valeria?

Sweetie?

Come on!

Ulises, get down.

Come on.

You too. Come on.

No bullshit, huh?

What are you looking at?

-Fuck! -What is it?

-Something just touched me. -What? What was it?

It's just...

...we should get a different place, Vilma.

This is good for a bachelor pad, but with the baby and all...

-...a mausoleum isn't okay. -You're freaking me out, Piti.

Can you tell me where we are?

A sick bay.

We discovered it by chance.

The first captain and several passengers died in here.

The dead bodies...

...were still in here when we found it.

Fuck!

Very funny.

Damn, Piti.

-You told me I could trust you. -You can, Vilma.

Of course you can. I did this for you

-and for the baby. -I'm pregnant, Piti.

That's my baby's crib.

There could be germs or something else in here!

Line up! Get out of the way.

Come on! Get in here! Come on!

Easy. If you behave, nothing will happen to you.

Come on! Doctor...

Come on, I don't have all day.

Quick, Captain!

To the back!

Very well.

Where's Valeria.

She's grounded.

Vilma, we cleaned it thoroughly. Everybody helped me.

No, Piti. This is no way to take care of somebody.

-Not this way. -Vilma, please.

Look for another place to hide. Grown-ups are talking here.

We're not playing.

The shipwreck survivors scare us.

They want Dad's box and they've got guns.

-Guns? -Real guns.

Easy.

They won't hurt anybody.

They'll bring her as soon as they find her.

-How can you be so sure? -They only want the black box.

Otherwise, they would have shot somebody.

What the hell is going on now?

Easy, boys. Relax.

-No way! -What?

The transponder was broken. I broke it.

I took a piece out and it's working again.

-What are you saying, Ramiro? -If they could fix this device,

they'd need to be an electronics or a telecommunications engineer.

And I'm the only one on this ship.

Does it hurt?

No.

When I said we'd spend a lot of time together on this ship...

...this is not what I had in mind.

I also wish that things had turned out differently.

But I guess...

...you don't care about that either.

What bothers you, Captain?

The fact there's nothing between us or that I don't care?

I would have preferred you to slap me

than to say you didn't care.

Happy now?

-Freeze! -Easy.

Back off!

Easy, please!

You!

Get up.

Where's your sister?

-Shut up! Where is she? -I don't know.

-Where's your sister? -I don't know!

Please, leave her.

There's two ways to go about this.

Either the good one, with no victims, or the bad one.

-You have what you wanted. -There wasn't anything inside the safe.

There wasn't anything!

I said there would be no more funerals, but you're making it hard.

-Listen. -Very hard!

-Take me, but let my daughter go. -Freeze!

-I know this ship very well. -Freeze.

Do whatever you want with me, but let her go.

Easy, Dad.

If Valeria hid away with Bubble...

...you'll never find them.

Nobody finds Bubble on this ship. Nobody!

Well...

I don't think so.

A girl would do anything...

Freeze!

...for her sister!

Back off!

Back off! Don't move!

Don't move! Back off, Captain!

-Back off! -Let my daughter go.

-Back off. -Leave my daughter alone!

Back, I said!

-Víctor! -Ainhoa!

Ainhoa!

-Ainhoa... -Dad!

Help!

-Ainhoa! Ainhoa! -Let me go!

Help!

Ulises, what are you doing?

Stop!

-Don't touch me! -Calm down.

They'll shoot you as soon as you set foot outside this laboratory.

I won't leave Ainhoa alone, you hear me?

You love her that much?

Even more so.

If you love her, don't do anything.

You don't stand a chance against them.

I might.

-I've been through hostage situations. -You two, get down!

Hey, you! Get up!

What are you doing?

I won't leave my daughters' lives in those people's hands.

Ricardo, please!

They said no harm would come to us if we kept calm.

Is your daughter the one out there?

-What are you looking for? -The compressor.

The compressed air we use to clean the hull?

If we cut the valve, it can have enough pressure as to break the lock.

I'm going to blow the door open.

Bubble, what do they want?

What we all want.

Finding land.

What land, Bubble? There's no land here!

-What land? -Calm down.

There is, and it's in there.

-In there? How? -Every plane's black box

keeps a lot of data, but we don't know how to get them.

They do.

And they want to get there first.

Believe it or not,

-I also care about Ainhoa. -No.

You don't care about anyone, Gamboa.

Maybe.

But this time,

the guy in love can't save the girl,

and the bad guy does have a chance.

Back off.

What do you want?

I know where the girl and the simpleton are.

You'll never find them, no matter what you do.

Take me.

Come here.

Let's make a barricade with these boxes. Come on!

Please...

Come on, guys! Let's do this.

Put these boxes in lines of three over there.

-As if it were a barricade. -You heard her!

Come on!

Valeria, where are you?

There's somebody here who wants to talk to you.

Call out for your sister.

How did you meet my mother?

You said you had a letter from her. How did you meet her?

It's a long story. Call out for your sister!

Did you know my mother?

If you don't call out for your sister, I'll blow your brains out right here!

Do it!

-Valeria. -Louder! Valeria!

Valeria, if you don't want anything bad to happen to your sister,

you only need to come out from where you are

and give me the box, sweetie.

Julián, maximum pressure and close the valve.

We'll both let go whenever you say so.

If it comes out right, the pressure will blow up the lock.

What if it comes out wrong?

Take cover, Julián.

I need to go.

It's about my daughters.

What the hell.

They're like my daughters, too.

Let's go.

Come on!

Ready?

Let's do this.

Call out for her!

Call out for your sister! I'm losing my patience.

Tell your sister...

...to come.

Come on.

Ten.

Gather round.

Come on.

Nine.

-Valeria, can you hear me? -Ainhoa!

-Ainhoa! -Don't yell.

Hush, don't yell.

-Call out for her. -Valeria!

Ainhoa!

-Listen to me. -Ainhoa!

Seven.

If you can hear me, stay where you are!

You're very smart, huh?

Your life's at stake here.

Stop it.

If you're going to shoot me,

do it now, I'm not taking you where my sister is.

There's no need to shoot.

What are you doing up here?

I know where the girl and the simpleton are.

Let her go, I'm a much better guarantee than she is.

Lovely, the ship's bad guy offers his life in exchange for hers.

-Not very clever, don't you think? -Maybe.

I still have a lot to learn.

But it's never too late to...

...do something and prove it.

Let her go.

Run, Ainhoa!

Let her go! Now!

-Let her go! Now! -Easy. Calm down!

-Calm down. -Valeria!

No, Valeria! Piti, put the box away.

Three.

-That's it. Easy. -Drop the gun.

Piti.

Bubble, help me find Dad and Ainhoa.

Pretty please.

Sure.

One!

Watch out!

I should let Víctor shoot you right here.

Did you forget what my mission on this ship is?

What happens if you kill her?

What would everything have been for?

Let me go!

Are you stupid?

You fell in love. That's it, isn't it?

You fell in love and now you save people you shouldn't.

What the hell is happening on this ship?

Drop the gun! Drop it!

-Ainhoa! -Dad!

Ainhoa, sweetie.

Ainhoa...

-Come on, let's go. -They're upstairs.

They've got Gamboa. He's alone.

Where's your sister?

-I heard gunshots. -I don't know, they don't have her.

Ricardo!

Fuck them.

Come here.

-Calm down, please! -What are you doing, Gamboa?

Come on.

-Dad! -Valeria!

Bubble!

Are you okay?

I'm sorry, sweetie.

I didn't believe you. Forgive me.

You son of a bitch!

What's going on here?

Take him downstairs. You too, Víctor.

The captain's daughter escaped and she's around here. Go!

-Let's go. -Go!

If you need to kill somebody, do it!

All that effort for nothing...

Ainhoa, take care of your sister.

De la Cuadra, Ramiro, Julio, Sergio, Asier, come with me.

Be quiet. Give me that.

Yes, sir.

Ricardo...

You, come with me. The rest of you, wait here.

-The North Star won't give up easy. -Well said!

Take care, guys.

He didn't let me go.

There's a man on the floor.

-Tom? -I don't know.

On the count of three.

One...

-Two... Three! -Eyes wide open! Go!

Is it Gamboa?

Go on deck. They might be trying to run away.

Gamboa, come on.

Where are they?

-They're gone. -What do you mean?

-Where did they go? -I don't know.

Help me out, Ramiro. Come on.

Let's go.

Ricardo!

-They're gone. -Gone?

The boat they came in is gone too.

They can't have left without water or supplies. It's suicide.

Let's go to the upper deck.

They're not here.

They're gone. Where the fuck are they?

They didn't have oars or an engine!

What the hell is going on here, Ricardo?

-They couldn't be more than a mile away. -We should be able to see them.

What the...? I'll go up the mainmast.

Julián.

Stop.

You said it yourself.

Many things don't make sense

and they have the answers.

What is it, Ricardo? We're going full speed.

Captain, it's like something dragged us. And it's getting closer.

-What's that? -Can you hear it?

-Yes. -The false survivors wanted the box.

-So, they're likely to come back. -Get up there!

He's better than you. I'm no longer afraid of you.

-What's up, snitch? The Prohibition ended? -Tonight, we're starting from scratch.

I'm pregnant.

Surprise!

Sleeping together, side by side with the girls. That's fine.

I want you to think of something every time you look elsewhere.

Ainhoa's with you because I allow her to.

Valeria!

Where's my sister? What did you do to her?

-Julián. -You knew them, ma'am!

Please stop!

Subtitles: Ignacio Benítez