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PREVIOUSLY...

We think the accident created a black hole that bolted down landmass.

Now, we only know that the Earth is 99% water.

So, there's still land!

If we were to find the black box, we could find out if America is still there.

-There's an island left. -We've spotted an island.

-There's an island left. -With optimal sailing conditions,

it could take us up to four years to comb that area. Even five.

-Have you also seen a duck? -Vilma, this is Manolito.

It's pooped!

-They're seeds. -Captain, this duck knows where land is.

More than 13 countries are collaborating in Project Alexandria.

Everyone involved works with some type of procurer.

Calm down, I'm here to help you.

I love you. Nothing is going to change my mind this time.

Come on, please!

-You say you forgave me, but it's a lie. -I just can't.

Some things simply can't be. We both have suffered enough.

What about being friends?

-Did you feel like kissing me earlier? -Yes.

Please, help!

-What type of cancer? -Prostate.

You talk about imaginary apartments and having babies with Salomé.

But you can't tell her you're sick.

Fuck everything that stops my wife from smiling every single morning.

I kissed you yesterday and now I'm doubting myself.

It was a silly kiss.

You took a vow, you're a priest. You can't quit!

Leave me alone! I never doubted God had chosen me.

But today I found out there's something as strong, and that is my love for Vilma.

-I'm a traitor. -Palomares! Man overboard!

-Julia, what's wrong? -It's a pulmonary edema.

He's drowning from the water in his lungs.

-Is he dead? -Cardiac arrest.

-I've never seen anything like this. -Captain.

Turn around, we need the storm.

If we can get an electric shock, we will resuscitate him for sure.

Is this what You want from me, Lord?

I've been dead for 16 minutes.

Why?

What should I think? That it was a sign?

Sign of what? Your strength? Your mercy?

Or simply of this life having no meaning?

Jumping in the water to retrieve a piece of paper is absurd.

It just doesn't make sense anymore,

because the world You created...

is devastated.

If it's true that You allowed the catastrophe, You're a tyrant,

or, simply,

You are just not real.

Dad says that before speaking, you need to be sure about what you're going to say.

Otherwise, you can make a mistake.

NORTH STAR

First mate!

What?

-What happened? -Were you taking a nap?

Of course not. I was...

-resting my eyes. -Julián.

You shouldn't take night shifts anymore.

In your condition, you must take care of yourself.

I could take on your shifts with Ulises.

Stop playing favorites, Ricardo. I'm fine.

I'm fine.

All the notes are on the logbook.

The electric storm broke all electronics and the compass again.

We can't know where it's pointing.

I think the sextant may be enough for now, until everything gets fixed,

magnetism or electrolysis,

or whatever it was.

Wind is starting to blow.

I think we're having a gale. So far, gusts of wind were of 35 knots.

Well, as long as it's a tailwind, we'll be fine.

Hey, I'm going to take a shower.

He also says that things sometimes are not what they seem to be.

That there are mysteries that the naked eye can't spot.

For example, an iced lemon looks like a lemon, but there's ice inside.

The same happens with people.

Sometimes they seem stupid when they're true geniuses.

Or brave,

even though they're scared.

Or they seem good people, but they're not.

So, you can't judge by appearances.

At least, that's what Dad always says.

That and that a stitch in time saves nine.

Good morning.

-What's up? -How was the night?

I couldn't sleep, since Julián was on duty.

I can't fall asleep without him by my side.

-Good morning. -I slept by myself all my life,

and now I get cold in bed without him.

Well, it must be love. I don't know.

Ricardo.

Ricardo.

Yes?

What is this?

They're the same pills your wife had to take as part of her cancer treatment.

I found them in your jacket's pocket.

Why were they there?

Please.

They're...

They're mine.

-How long have you known? -Not long.

I just found out, but...

Please, Salomé. I don't want anyone to know.

What about Ainhoa?

Ainhoa doesn't know and I don't want her to know either.

Please, Salomé.

Promise me you won't tell anyone.

I love you.

I'm going to bring you some goat milk.

It's more concentrated and healthier.

All that coffee...

Come on, get over there!

THE CURIOUS CASE OF MANOLITO THE DUCK

-Bubble, don't leave its side. -I won't.

Julia.

How's the VIP patient?

-Fine. -That's great.

I guess that means it's clinically suitable for consumption,

and that there's no reason for us not to eat it tonight.

Julia, there are rumors about that duck coming from land.

I don't know what the chances are of that being true.

Let me remind you that you're part of Project Alexandria.

There are more people involved.

And no one...

can touch land before they do.

For the sake of us all.

For the sake of us all? I'm starting to think it's better if we do it first.

Look... Look at that wind!

Palomares.

-Hello. -I was looking for you,

because I need to talk to you.

I found out about something that is very tough.

I'm not very religious, you know that, but I need some kind of confession.

Salomé, I'm sorry, but it can't be.

I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't important. You know me. I need to talk to someone.

-It has to be you. -Salomé, I mean it.

-I can't. -But why?

-Just because. -Tell me.

I'm not a priest anymore!

I'm sorry for all of you who believe.

Today, I'm officially leaving the convent.

Why?

Because I don't believe in God anymore.

Palomares.

But, how... How can you stop being a priest? Overnight?

That can't be.

It makes no sense.

Vilma.

-Look, we'll talk about it later. -Listen to me.

You have just resuscitated. What are the chances? Tell me!

One in a million?

-It's a miracle. -It isn't a miracle, Vilma. It was luck.

Look, Vilma. If God is real, He is the one who killed me.

Maybe you brought me back to life. It was you.

Not Him.

Salomé.

If you need advice, this is all I can give you. It's for you.

Thank you.

Do you know what, Palomares? I'm on your side!

Let me tell you something, chicks get ready.

From today on, the Father quits onanism and is now on the market.

-Hey, girls! Palomares is on the market. -Stop it!

They'll squabble over you, Palomares.

Good morning, Estela.

-Good morning. -What does this morning smell of? Perfume?

Clean clothes?

Or that tropical skin?

Do you want to go on a secret date with me?

It's not appropriate.

There aren't many appropriate things on this ship.

I know it was you who took me to the sick bay after I fainted.

That...

moves me.

I'm not used to people taking care of me.

And...

I feel lonely.

-I feel out of place on this ship. -I see.

-I think we all do on this ship. -Yes, but...

You saved me.

And...

You're different.

-Estela. -Yes?

-You dropped your panties. -What?

You're so silly!

Move over!

Captain.

Oh, my!

We got a weird gale and it's not abating.

The gusts of wind are stable in up to 35 knots.

-Bad day to get your hair done. -Hair or anything else. Look.

The compass moves as much as the wind. It's not pointing.

A gale is supposed to be a violent wind in short gusts that affects the sea too.

But this one is stable, with winds of 35 knots.

Sure. This is due to aftershocks and adjustments in tectonic plates.

It's a mass redistribution that modifies the magnetic north,

as well as changing the rotation axis a couple of centimeters.

That's why we have these abnormal gusts of wind. Sure.

Sure.

I understand it now.

Look, Julia.

Here, when things start being weird,

they always end up badly. I don't care about the scientific explanation.

Well...

I have a scientific explanation that you'll love. It's about the duck.

Tell me.

I have proof of that duck coming from land.

Look!

Hello.

Don't tell me you've been praying, blondie.

-Salomé, would you make me some food? -Do you want some mackerel?

Mackerel?

Fuck it. What happened to the duck?

I don't know. I don't know where the duck is.

Ricardo has cancer.

Did you know?

What are we going to do?

It's OK.

I've been hiding in the pantry all morning, crying.

I don't know what to tell him.

These things happen.

Blondie, listen to me. These things happen, OK?

-You know it, don't you, Julián? -What's that?

He's going to die little by little in front of us.

Salomé.

We're all going to die.

-I know. -No one is immortal here, blondie.

It's important that, according to the time he has left,

we make the most of it.

I don't want him to die alone like a dog in his cabin.

Of course not. No way!

No one is going to die like a dog here, babe. No one, I'm telling you!

You'll see. We're going to be with him the whole time, holding his hand,

and walking around these 75 meters in length.

-Fuck! -There's nowhere else to go.

It'll be better than a cruise ship. We'll have parties,

karaoke night, and whatever is necessary.

We're going to get through this together.

Fuck! Like everything else on this trip.

Together.

-What if you bring him some milk? -Sure.

-Yes? -OK.

It's obvious the animal doesn't feel threatened by human presence.

Then, it's probable that...

It's very probable

that we're not the first people that duck has seen.

I don't know about the first people, but we could be the last ones.

Orange-roasted duck!

The duck has defecated vegetable seeds.

The average retention of its bowel transit is less than 12 hours.

What are we talking about? The duck being constipated?

-No, the duck eating vegetable seeds. -Very nice.

There are traces of sandstone on its feet. Therefore, it hasn't been in the water.

-Or those particles would have dissolved. -Oh, wow!

What if the duck was walking on the abandoned deck of a leisure yacht?

Don't you think it's better to make soup than to continue this investigation?

Look, De la Cuadra. You can be ignorant many times.

I think that you'd be able to understand, with some effort on your side,

that, if the duck ate 12 hours ago,

we're 12 hours away from touching land, as the duck flies.

Assuming the duck was able to fly at 50 km/h,

we would be...

at about 320 nautical miles from touching land.

That's great. What if the duck didn't touch land?

It's true. It could've eaten seeds on a floating tree. Am I right?

Can you understand that, Doctor? You're so smart most of the time...

I mean it, Ricardo. Listen to me. If you tell the crew this story,

you're going to create false hopes. It's a fucking duck!

-What should we do? Name it captain? -Captain, we must have faith.

Faith? It's fucking food. No one seems to notice!

And watch out for your little girl! If she wants to name it,

-we'll have no dinner. -That's enough. Enough!

Let's see.

It's true this duck can be our last chance of eating meat.

But it's also true

that it can be our last hope of finding land.

Therefore,

you have exactly 24 hours to analyze the duck in depth,

so you can find out if it touched land and if it can take us there.

If not,

we'll have paella on the North Star tomorrow.

Well, do you both agree?

Yes.

I don't agree,

so let's go grab a drink.

We have to talk about a couple of things.

I'll meet you at the bar.

-Look who's coming. -The priest.

-Hello. -Hello.

Come on, go ahead!

-He's really hot! -Hey there.

-Hello. -Palomares.

-You can't sit with us today. -Why?

Because you're not a priest anymore. You don't have to keep celibate.

So you're going to sit with the chicks over there.

-And let your pheromones flow! -I don't want any flow, Piti!

I want to be a normal guy. That's it!

-Go unnoticed... -Listen to me, Palomares.

A priest isn't a normal guy. He's a eunuch.

In the eyes of women you have no dick now.

So, if you want to be a normal guy, with his dick and all, you have to flirt,

get a girlfriend, have a serious relationship...

Who told you Palomares wants a girlfriend? Maybe he doesn't want one.

There you go again, Smarty Pants.

-Am I right? -What can I say?

Piti is right.

My mom used to say that one nail drives out another.

If you break up with a girl, you'll find another to forget the first.

-If you break up with God... -After God,

-you're not going to find a nun. -That's right.

-You find the hottest girl on the ship. -That's it.

Fuck. Who's the hottest girl on the ship? Who do you like?

I don't fucking understand it! After almost dying,

you don't stop being a priest, right after resuscitating. You don't!

It's normal to think it's a miracle, right?

I don't know, Vilma. We're not at a point where normal and abnormal matter much.

I don't know, girl.

You're still not ready. Come on, Estela. We're going to be late for the exam.

Two things have happened to me.

One is good and the other is bad.

-Really? -I think it's about a man!

Please, tell us everything.

Estela. Palomares, have you seen Estela?

-Estela? -Yes.

-Estela is very... -What?

-...passionate. -Passionate?

First of all, did you get to first base, second base, or what?

-Wait. She's going to tell us. -OK.

Aren't you?

Nothing happened just yet.

-Alright? -OK.

But... It's the first time

that someone on this ship

-looks at me. -What about Lucía?

She was looking at you and gossiping nonstop.

I don't like Lucía, even if she's gossiping.

-Not Lucía. -No.

He's the one coming after me and asking me out on secret dates.

That's an old-school romance.

What's that?

It's...

-Without rolling in the hay. -Right.

What about Marta? A serious girl with a personality, so she can lead you.

I've done too much penance.

-But... Who is he? Who? -You don't mean Vilma, do you?

We've already talked about this.

-So, who is she? -It's Gamboa.

That's the bad news.

No.

No, Estela.

Tell me a name, whoever she is.

Who do you like? You must like someone. There are many girls on the ship.

Who?

Ainhoa.

If it were possible. If I had to say who's the prettiest girl, that's Ainhoa.

She's the prettiest, but I don't want anything with her.

I know there's something between you two.

-You're on and off all the time. -We're not together, Palomares.

What's more, let me tell you something.

Ainhoa is not only a hot girl,

she's the best girl on this ship.

On the fucking planet.

She needs someone who treats her like a queen.

-A guy like you, Palomares. -He's an asshole.

You don't realize it now, but he's using you.

Yes, maybe he treats you wonderfully today.

But tomorrow you'll be a piece of shit for him.

-You can't date him, Estela. -Why wouldn't I?

-There are no reasons. -Oh, really?

-But if you do, you'll make a mistake. -Who says that?

The girl who moved in with him while messing around with someone else?

-Maybe you treated him like shit. -Enough.

I think Ainhoa is saying all of this to help you avoid making a mistake.

I don't have the right to make my own mistakes?

I can't be with anyone or what?

First, I liked Ramiro, but he had a girlfriend.

Then, Piti.

He's with you.

The captain.

A silly thing, yes.

But he loves Julia.

And Ulises.

But there are no possibilities with him either,

because you go around as if he were the love of your life.

So... Can you tell me why I don't have the right to have something with Gamboa?

Estela.

Listen to me.

Because it's a mistake.

-You're going to make a mistake. -I need...

-to be with someone. -I know, dear.

I'm the only one who's all alone here.

Besides,

there are possibilities with Ulises.

I don't know.

Ulises likes you.

Can you fucking tell me why on Earth you told my wife you have cancer?

-What are you trying to do? Get credit...? -Julián.

-I don't... -Don't be silly, please.

What about the olive?

Right away, the olive.

You left them on the table this morning.

Salomé asked me about them, because Marisa used to take them.

I said I had cancer, in order to help you.

Ricardo.

You fucked me really well.

So, stop talking about my cancer.

Stop talking to my wife.

Stop making up stories.

And stop helping me.

How are you?

Good.

I've been thinking.

We could have dinner together tonight, as a family.

That way, we can talk about our problems.

That'd be nice, wouldn't it?

Yes or yes?

Of course, yes!

What the hell!

From now on,

we're having dinner together every night, as a family.

Like on Christmas Eve.

What the heck! I'm drinking to that.

I'm going to the bridge to tidy up. It's a mess.

Julián.

Let's talk about this, Julián.

Oh, my goodness.

It's a mess.

Salomé.

Ricardo, how long has this tray been here?

A few hours, I don't know.

Maybe ten or twelve tops.

-It was from Julián's dinner, Salomé. -I know, but what's all this dust?

It's as if there were construction works going on there.

Second mate, check ropes and secure sails.

I can see the jibs flapping.

There are gusts of up to 37 knots.

We have to haul down sails before the winds break them.

Or anything else.

The seeds you found in the duck's feces couldn't have been on the water.

The shell is stiff.

There's no sodium chloride on them, so they weren't in contact with the sea.

Well, it must have eaten many of them.

Since it got to the North Star, it hasn't...

It hasn't eaten at all.

That's weird, because ducks eat anything.

They store it in their crops, just in case they can't find food later.

-This one must be very full. -The seeds must be very nutritious.

Satisfying. It could be fiber.

Or even better, they're fresh.

Bubble, they're fresh seeds.

-They're kiwi seeds! -Kiwi?

Due to its low concentration of ethylene, they aren't ripe.

That means the duck ate kiwi...

that were just grown.

So, there's a place in the world where kiwis are growing?

-On Earth? -Yes.

So, how come it's not pooping?

If it's full, it should be pooping.

Ducks poop a lot, even without eating kiwi.

-How long has it been, Bubble? -Who, me?

Not you, the duck.

The whole time.

It only pooped when I saw the seeds.

There was blood in the feces.

That shows there's something causing an injury in its intestinal tract.

Wait, I'll be right back.

Ulises, Ulises, Ulises!

I need to ask you a favor.

I guess that's part of being friends, isn't it?

Go ahead, ask me anything.

Gamboa wants to hook up with Estela. I can't let that happen.

I don't want that asshole to do to her the same he did to me.

-I don't want him to touch her or get... -Relax.

I won't even allow him to get close to her.

What do I have to do?

Let's see. The thing is...

I told her...

you like her.

A little bit.

So, I was thinking maybe you could ask her out.

So, besides being my ex-girlfriend,

and my friend, you're also my matchmaker.

Fuck, Ainhoa!

-I know... -Ainhoa. I...

I don't like Estela. There's no attraction.

-Yes. -None.

It's only for a little while.

OK.

I'll go out with her tonight. Sure. But only one drink.

-Just one. -Miss Montero.

Even if your friend is very funny, you shouldn't be missing your exam.

I'm coming.

Thank you.

Thank you.

-A favor for a favor. -OK.

Because I also need to get someone a date.

It's for the guy of the day on this ship.

Palomares.

Huh?

So, maybe...

We could go on a double date.

-You're a bastard! -Start praying.

-Hello. -Good morning.

-Good morning. -Estela.

Ulises.

I heard about your thing.

Do you want to go out with me tonight?

-Do you want to have a drink tonight? -Sure.

-OK. -Yes, yes.

OK.

-Really? -If you're taking the exam together,

I'll have to divide the grade by two.

-Estela. -Yes?

You look beautiful today.

Estela, come on!

I'm sorry.

What?

What is that?

A newspaper.

Captain, the duck is full, but we don't know of what.

What the heck is that, Julia?

-What's inside the duck? -They're small solid things.

They're geometric, non-organic... Like cubes, or...

Or minuscule dice.

I don't know.

-Maybe the duck was playing Parcheesi... -Shut up, Julián.

-Why? -Doctor.

How long has it been since it ate those objects? How long has it been?

-Weeks, months... -No, no.

No. Four days at most. After that, it'd be dead.

I guess it must have eaten those objects on the same island as the seeds.

-And then it left. -Why would it leave?

It was on land and there was food. Especially if it was sick...

If it was feeling sick, why didn't it return?

I'm sure it wanted to go home when it started to feel sick,

but it got lost.

Of course. Compass.

Captain, migratory birds follow the Earth's poles.

Just like a compass.

The aftershocks messed them up and the duck got lost.

When the Earth gets its magnetism back, the duck will be able to go back.

To sum up, we have a dizzy duck that can't go back home.

Besides, it has unidentified geometric objects up its ass.

Very classy, De la Cuadra. Really good!

Look, miss. I suggest we open it up,

to take those Rubik cubes out, so you can sleep at night.

And we could also use the meat for dinner. We kill two birds with one stone that way.

We can't kill it, Captain. I'm sure it knows how to go back home.

We just have to wait until it recovers.

Can you operate on it?

No way. I'm not a surgeon or a vet. There's no way I can do it.

I once ate a thumbtack.

I had to eat many asparagus to get it out.

Of course. Fiber. Bubble, go to the deck garden.

Take all the vegetables with stringy parts you can find, like Swiss chard.

OK.

I hope it works. Otherwise, I don't think the duck...

will make it through the night.

What do you think?

-Well... -Cleavage,

-waist... -It's good.

...and, check this out.

Look, I have a question. G-string or hipster?

-G-string leaves nothing to imagination. -G-string it is.

She's fucking Ulises the moment she sees him.

I heard that.

And what if I do?

Let's see.

My opinion about this is that sleeping with the guy on the first date isn't good.

I think going slow is way better,

so you can wake the desire up. I think guys get more interested that way.

Then... Everything is more intense. Way better.

Why else didn't I sleep with Ulises on our first date? Or Vilma with Piti?

-You didn't? -No.

Well, maybe I went a bit overboard.

-Well, maybe... -You think?

I'm going to remove my makeup.

Thank you.

-What is this about? -What?

-Are you annoyed about Estela and Ulises? -Me?

No. And I mean it. I hope they are

-very happy together. -Why did you tell her not to bang him?

Sure. First, you give her false hope.

Then, you get her a fake date and, afterwards, you take the hope away.

-I don't want her to be with Gamboa. -Sure. Or Ulises.

None of them.

But you're not going to be with them either. You're on to the next one, right?

I saw you hitting on Palomares.

Now that he isn't a priest, do you feel attracted to him?

Do you feel attracted to him?

No.

-I'm with Piti. But he's my friend. -He is?

He's your friend because up until today, he was the priest on this ship.

You could have been crazy about him since day one.

-The thing is you didn't have a chance... -That's a lie.

-Is it? -Yes, because I love Piti.

So, you're friends with Palomares. Then, if he found love with someone else,

and started a relationship with, let's say,

-me, you would be happy, right? -Of course I would.

Perfume?

-Are you going to dress up for tonight? -No.

I was thinking about not showering.

Ulises, please.

Estela is very excited about tonight.

-She tried so many dresses on. Thousands. -What?

Many, many of them.

I told her you were a gentleman. Please, dress up, please.

Alright. I'll shut up.

I told Palomares you were a serious girl.

So, be careful with the priest.

Take care of Estela, please.

Make her laugh.

Ask her about herself.

Make her feel special.

You're good at that.

Well, what should I do with Palomares. I have no idea.

Nothing.

If you can be exactly as the first time I saw you,

he's going to love it and time will fly for him. You'll see.

-You're missing something important. -Really? What's that?

Your blue skirt.

Another two cans of peppers went missing today from the pantry.

This can't keep happening, Ricardo.

Whoever is hungry should wait, like everyone else.

I'm worried about the food...

while you have cancer. I'm sorry. So sorry.

Salomé, let's not talk about that, please. Otherwise, the girls will find out.

I don't understand why you haven't told them.

Maybe Valeria, but Ainhoa?

I think she has the right to know.

Don't you agree?

No.

The one who has rights is him.

The right to hide it, I mean.

If he wants nobody to know...

The only thing is that to hide, you need to know when to stop talking.

And not tell everyone like it's gossip.

You're right.

I shouldn't have said it.

Because I have the right to be fucking selfish,

and not care about lying to the people who love me.

-What do you mean? You're not selfish! -Yes, I am.

-Well. -I am, Salomé.

Because I don't care if the people I love can't get ready for when the worst comes.

And I'm also a coward,

who can't even look my girlfriend in the eye,

and tell her that her love story is about to end.

-If I ever have one, that is. -You're fucking annoying me, Ricardo.

Selfish?

That's someone who puts his misfortune on others. You've decided to be quiet,

so people around you don't start the countdown or crying around.

This way, the time you have left,

everyone can be happy.

Without that fucking sadness death brings.

Captain, I went to get the vegetables,

and the wind has destroyed half the garden.

It hurts. It hurts like pellets.

It's impossible at a speed of 38 knots.

LAXATIVE

Julia.

-Yes, Captain. -Come upstairs immediately.

Bubble is bleeding all over his body. Thousands of drops of blood.

We don't know what's happening. For the love of God, hurry up.

It was you, right?

You told Ainhoa to go out with me.

Come on, Ulises.

I hadn't even talked to her before.

Well, maybe...

I led the way for you, because you didn't seem confident enough.

I pulled some strings and there you are!

You have a date with the hottest girl!

Come on, man. I don't want to date Ainhoa. I don't like her.

I told you that because Piti was putting pressure on me. That's it.

I don't like her. I like someone... It's not her.

Vilma.

Does that have anything to do with you quitting?

I don't know if God...

has punished me for being in love.

Yes.

Vilma is the one who saved my life.

Look, Ulises. I only know the last thing I thought on before jumping to the sea

was Vilma.

I thought on Vilma.

I don't think I can stop feeling this way.

No matter how much I promise Piti.

Or God.

I'm sure you can.

You may not know it, but it doesn't matter how a girl gets in your life,

how difficult things are,

you end up forgetting about her.

Have you forgotten about Ainhoa?

You're not together anymore. You're friends.

And you see each other every day in the hallways,

at lunch, at dinner, in the shower... Everywhere.

Tell me.

Have you forgotten, Ulises?

No.

No, I haven't forgotten about her.

But...

Tonight, I have a date with a hot girl. And so do you.

You're going to go and ask many questions, so she thinks you're interested,

make her laugh and feel special.

I don't know how to do that.

-You don't? -I don't.

And you're going to dance with her.

Slow songs.

-Slow songs? -That's right, slow ones.

-I'm going to dance, sure. -Techno music,

and even the chicken dance, if needed.

We're going, Palomares. The both of us.

We're going to give them a chance, because we're alive.

Because we have no other choice.

By the way, you're not wearing the North Star shirt, are you?

May I have your attention? The captain speaking.

Under no circumstance can you go on deck. It's completely forbidden.

Until we know what the heck is happening out there, I want everyone indoors.

Julián.

Secure all exterior doors and bulls-eyes.

I don't want any crack that may let that crazy wind come in.

-Julia, what's wrong with Bubble? -Is it the wind? It's polluted?

-Is there acid rain or something similar? -No.

Bubble, sweetie. What are you eating?

Open your mouth, please.

This morning the table was covered in thick dust, like that.

Right after the wind opened the door and came inside.

Julia.

What's that noise?

What's in the wind?

-It's soil. -Soil?

It's soil, Captain.

It's soil.

It's soil.

Like when you have crispy chicken at the beach.

The drops of blood are tiny cuts,

superficial ones made by chalky soil, because the wind was very strong.

That means we're very close.

Maybe a couple of days, as the duck flies.

Three or four days at most.

I wish it were true, but I used to live in Marseilles.

I've seen air as full of sand as this one.

Sometimes it was so full that it covered the windshields.

Do you know where it was coming from?

From Sahara.

That was 3400 km away.

That sand could have been floating in the air for months.

The thing is we have a duck

that touched land less than 76 hours ago.

That's not 3,000 km, Gamboa.

Oh, my God! It's soil, it's soil!

Like the one we haven't seen in almost two months.

When the duck recovers, we'll know if it's close or far away.

It will take us there. So, tonight we're celebrating.

-Because we're going to touch land! -Yes!

-Land! -Oh, yes!

Captain, there's north again.

There's north again!

Here's the most beautiful thing!

-Yes, but lose the tie. -Why?

-Show some respect, DJ. -OK.

Come on, guys!

Don't say we can't party on this ship!

Look at Palomares.

-Hey! -What would you like?

-Hey. -Hello.

Hello.

How are you?

-Do you like it? -Beautiful.

-Really? -Yes.

Do you want to dance?

-I can't. -Come on, let's dance.

-Estela, I mean it. I can't... -Just loosen up a bit.

Do you see?

-It's not hard, you see? -No, it's not.

Sweetie.

Sweetie!

Whenever you want, I'll play a slow one.

There's going to be more rubbing than at any nightclub.

Hey, where's Ramiro?

This is all the transmission technology we can use.

Walkie-talkies, tracking devices from lifeboats,

GPS chips, and medium-wave and low-wave radios.

Ramiro, you're a telecommunications engineer.

Can a long-range tracking device be made with all of this?

I guess, but I would have to be an electronics genius. Why?

There's something else.

The tracking device can't weigh more than 40 grams.

And it should be small enough to be ringed to the duck's leg.

Compasses are pointing north again. If the duck recovers,

we'll release it. We hope it goes back to land,

and we can follow it.

However, we need to track him through the radar.

Ramiro.

Do you think you can make something like that?

I don't know.

Ramiro, if we don't put a chip on the duck, we'll lose it.

Ducks don't fly in a straight line.

The weather, a storm would move us away from it. We would never touch land.

Can you do it?

Change of style, guys. Everyone, find a partner.

A little bit.

-Piti, do you want to dance? -Let me find a song first.

We're not going to make love tonight.

Alright.

I'm sorry, Ainhoa.

The thing is... I can't dance.

Have you ever seen a priest dancing at a party?

I can teach you how to dance.

First, you need to hold the girl. Like this.

Then, we get close and start moving slowly.

We just follow the music.

If I had known there was a possibility of me having a date with a girl,

-I'd have seen Dirty Dancing many times. -Never!

Is there solder and a soldering iron on the ship?

Of course. In the workshop of the engine room.

Captain, I'm going to try.

Ramiro.

For now, it's better if we don't tell anyone else.

Some people may not be happy about entrusting the duck with our ship.

Do you understand?

OK.

-Julia, Julia. -Yes.

One moment, please.

Well...

I wanted to clarify what happened earlier in the bridge.

-Ah! -Yes.

I didn't mean to kiss you.

-At least for now. Not this week. -Oh.

-So, you don't want to kiss me? -Kiss you?

Yes. Of course I want to kiss you, but...

In time. Today, it was just a coincidence.

That is, I could have kissed Salomé instead of you.

-Really? Do you like Salomé too? -No, no.

No.

-I mean that it was due to the movement. -The movement.

-And also the euphoria of the good news. -Sure.

-But it didn't mean anything. -I see.

To me...

To me, it meant everything.

Captain!

The duck is missing.

I went down to the sick bay and the door was open.

There's no sign of the duck.

-Someone has taken it. -Bubble, check the ship completely.

-We must find it before someone kills it. -OK.

Or cooks it.

I think life is like a game of chance.

How come?

The chance of going out with someone you thought inaccessible.

Or the chance of suddenly liking someone you never liked before.

Or the chance...

of finding the love of your life at the first try.

The chance of being with someone else,

because you think you don't have a chance with the love of your life.

How can you know...

if there's the slightest chance of being with the love of your life?

I've always thought that with a kiss.

You kiss me and if she turns around and looks at you,

it means you're the love of her life.

Yes.

-A kiss. -Yes.

Do you remember that thing about priests dancing?

Well, we don't dance,

or anything like that.

Julián, open the door.

-What's wrong? -Your face is red.

-Why? What's wrong? -What do you care?

Where's the duck?

In bed, with a glass of milk. I don't fucking know where it is.

-Come on! -What the...?

-That fucking duck! -Listen to me.

The duck is gone. Where the heck is it, Julián?

-Where is it? -Why do you care?

The truth is I don't give a shit about the duck.

Why would I care about the duck?

Or the possibility to touch land if...

you're slipping away, Julián?

Ricardo.

By pretending I was sick, I realized about that.

We're ignoring it as if it wasn't going to happen.

But it will, Julián.

It will happen.

And...

It hurts almost more than when Marisa passed.

It hurts a lot.

Let's see. We have a beautiful friendship.

-But I'm not going to give you kids. -No.

At best...

a few nights of insomnia with fever. That moment will come.

Julián.

Well, then.

Enough, right?

If my wife sees us, she's going to think she's right.

About that thing she says, about me being your work wife.

So silly!

She's a whole lot!

Thank you, Ricardo.

-You're not going to tell her? -Now?

How can I tell her that I've been taking pills for three weeks?

And that I hid it from her?

I can't.

I don't know.

My plan was to wait as much as possible and then tell her I had no idea.

I was hoping for it to be quick, to be honest.

But now...

I can't tell her.

She's going to think I don't love her.

That I don't take her seriously.

That's even worse for women. For sure.

I'm sorry, Salomé.

We were celebrating the thing about the land.

-What is it? Is Julián taking your shift? -No, no.

Salomé, it's about the duck.

-It's gone. -Excuse me?

What have you done with the duck?

I know you took it.

-Are you asleep? -Yes.

Julia.

I'm not the kind of guy who keeps pets.

Where is Manolito?

-Its name is Manolito? -Yes.

I've seen you so excited about becoming a vet lately,

that I wonder

if you wouldn't be of more use to Project Alexandria

sitting still on a wheelchair.

I don't want you to eat it.

I've heard uncle Julián saying he wants to cook it.

It's not food, because it has a name.

No, your daddy said we're not eating it,

because it knows where land is, and he's taking us there.

You are my procurer and, therefore, you have restrictions.

But I'm going to tell you something, since you don't get it.

We are shipwrecked people.

We're like Robinson fucking Crusoe in the middle of nowhere.

Our chances of survival are slim.

Finding an island is the only way we have to survive.

Even yours.

But first, we need to cure it. Where is it?

It's sick.

If Julia doesn't cure it, it's going to die.

-Come. -Sure.

Here.

I'm also going to tell you something you don't seem to get.

Stairs.

This ship has so many stairs.

Think about it.

Manolito.

It pooped.

What's that?

Hello.

Hello.

Did you see I'm wearing the skirt?

How was your date?

Good.

I've danced.

-I'm a great dancer. -I've seen you, yes.

I've laughed.

And I walked her to her cabin, like a gentleman.

-You told her that I'm a gentleman, right? -Of course.

Of course.

Then, how come the first thing she told me was she didn't want to sleep with me?

What?

What is it?

I don't get it. Am I supposed to be a gentleman or an ass?

Forget about it.

What about your date?

From what I saw, it went well.

Forgive me.

I shouldn't have kissed him in front of you. I'm truly sorry.

-It's too soon. -It's fine.

We're friends, we've broken up.

If there's something good about break-ups, it's they leave space for the next person.

If we never broke up with anyone, we'd still be with people from kindergarten.

This way,

you can meet someone better.

Do you know what this is?

Yes.

It's what the duck had in its butt.

It's tempered glass.

Watch out for its leg.

The one used for car windshields,

shower doors, glass in some buildings...

I don't know. Maybe it ate it because it was shiny.

-It's clear this duck came from land. -Don't hurt it.

Not a yacht's deck, or a dry floating trunk.

-OK? -I get it, yes.

This duck came from an island.

With buildings.

-Watch out for the feathers. -Yes.

Alright. The duck is ringed.

The device on its leg emits a radar signal.

It's a tracking device from a lifeboat.

Its position can be tracked by the radar connected to the motherboard

of the doctor's computer.

I used a button battery from a watch.

I don't know exactly how long it's going to work.

Two hours or...

twenty days. That's all I can do, Captain.

Good job, Ramiro.

Are we going to release the duck or what?

With all those instructions, it's going to be here forever.

Let's do it.

I don't want you to leave just yet.

Ricardo.

NORTH STAR

But the time has come.

OK.

Let's do it.

Come on, Bubble.

Twenty meters.

Thirty meters.

Fifty meters.

The signal is clear, Captain.

The duck is heading northeast.

Second mate, get on deck immediately.

Hoist the sails.

We're heading northeast.

Give me that, Ricardo.

What the fuck, helmsman. Follow that duck!

I once had duck for dinner,

but I didn't meet it beforehand.

The mechanism connects this compass to the ship's rudder.

If we change our course, the bomb will explode.

We either continue following the duck, or continue alive.

Every day I hear like a presence dragging in the hull.

Is it true there's a ghost on the ship?

It's Cristóbal Monsanto. It was, because he's now dead.

Valeria, are you there?

A fucking sea range. We're totally going to crash

if we don't change the ship's course, Captain.

Fuck! If we do, we'll explode.

That's what you wanted, isn't it? That's it!

Valeria. Valeria, are you there?

You're going to die alone.

Should we make love?

When you kissed, I felt jealous.

I was with Cristóbal.

-Stop, stop! Don't touch me! -Fuck!

We won't fit, Ricardo. We won't.

-This is the last time you betray me. -Are you going to kill me?

He isn't breathing. Doctor, he's dead.

I'm going to cut one of the wires, Julián.

Commend yourself to God and all saints.

Subtitles: Rocío Villanueva