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Guilt.

Guilt

what exactly is guilt?

How many times have we felt guilty

for something we've done, said or even thought?

Furthermore,

how many times have we felt guilty

for not having done or said something in time.

Our errors martyr us from childhood, because that's when

we're raised to be good people.

To do things right.

Am I wrong?

I've got it, I've got it.

- "Nuts," like the professor. - No way.

"Guts."

The enormous mind of society

establishes a series of rules

that we are obligated

to follow and accept as absolute truths, but...

Truth, very much like guilt,

is relative.

However,

when we do irreparable harm,

guilt causes great suffering.

"Suffering must be eliminated at any price,"

says German philosopher Robert spaemann.

"And when that suffering cannot be eliminated,

the person suffering must be eliminated."

What do you think?

The territory of good, bad, fair, unfair,

does not reside in the mind, no.

It resides here.

In the heart.

That's why I'm telling you

to ignore everything you've learned

and search inside yourselves,

search...

Your instincts.

The milk smells bad, it's sour.

I'll get you another glass.

No matter what you do,

do it with your heart.

It will never lie to you. Never.

Never.

Innocent killers

Two years later

- they won't let you go in. - They won't?

They said I'm the last one.

Who said that?

The guy doing the interviews.

He's my uncle.

- There's nobody else? - No.

Your name?

Francisco Javier garralda.

Hey, Nogales!

What are you doing?

In the street, you?

Working as usual.

Hey, I heard you're celebrating your graduation tonight.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, at the McKinley.

Have the grades come out?

You are so clueless. Hey, will your girl be there?

- What girl? - The one you're working on...

Give me that! Go back to work, damn it!

Monkiki, is that you? Julian.

- I was just thinking of you. - Blow yourself.

Really. Look, I can't come back. I got a job doing my thing.

Hey, monkiki. What did you think?

- That I wouldn't notice? - Notice what?

Notice what? The bills from the suppliers came.

No wonder we had so many customers.

How much were you charging your buddies?

I can't say off the bat...

You hustled me. You know how much cash I owe?

Give me my money.

When they start paying me. I'm on a trial basis.

Maybe I can pay you back working afternoons for free in the shop.

For free?

What do you mean, free? What do you mean, free?

You already got paid up front! I want my money.

- Julian, I can't hear you. - I want it now.

- I hear you loud and fucking clear! - Julian?

Julian, I can't hear you.

Dad?

Did you get the mail?

Plenty of letters, but none of them love letters.

Dad...

What's wrong?

Your mother wouldn't have wanted me to end up alone.

Don't I count?

With what I was...

This is advertising.

Paquito.

- How was work today? - Fine, dad.

I said how was work today?

How did the interview go?

Badly. They all ask for a diploma.

But we just took the last exam.

My resumé says I've graduated.

- Why did you put that? - Because it's a requisite!

Either I put it or I'm out.

Goddamn it.

You can retake it.

- I'm not retaking shit. - Where are you going?

To talk to the professor. This isn't fair. Manu, bro...

I copied off you.

Let's see.

What do you want me to say, garralda?

I want you to tell me what's wrong with it.

There's nothing wrong with it.

It could be more complete, but there's nothing wrong.

Well then?

Why did you flunk me? I deserve to pass.

Garralda,

you're a good kid. You're nice,

intelligent, with leader qualities,

but your irresponsibility and selfishness...

Because you take advantage of everyone,

have gotten the best of you.

Why did you cheat?

Why did you take the exam if you weren't prepared?

I thought I was, professor.

Retake the course.

This will be what, the third time?

You don't know how important this is to me.

All my classmates have graduated and I...

You expect me to just give it to you?

No, but I can't pay tuition. I'm broke.

The scholarship?

The deadline passed.

- You're a mess, garralda. - I'll do anything.

Anything?

Yes.

You would do anything.

Yes, yes. I'll work for you if you want.

No matter how long it takes.

I'll take your word.

You got a 5, garralda.

- Thank you, really. - Don't thank me.

The passing grade will not be official

until the task is complete.

I'll be expecting you tonight at 10 P.M.

Don't disappoint me.

Don't even think about leaving, because you're staying.

Come on, liven up.

Remember? We went to t-t-the...

Don't drink too much, you'll regret it later.

W-w-why do you say that?

W-w-what did I do?

I was joking, dummy.

- Congratulations! - Thanks.

I'm officially a psychologist now.

Now you can psych out people. Congratulations.

- Thanks. - Where's your friend?

- Who, garralda? - Yes.

He should be here any minute.

- He's coming, right? - Yes.

Good. See you later.

Hey, girls, thanks for coming.

Thank you. Bye.

You see? I told you he was coming.

Yes?

Professor, it's...

What were you saying? None of them called you?

No, but they have my resumé.

So they will call. They will call.

Excuse me. What is it?

- Got any lemon drinks? - No, none left.

No lemon... an orange drink.

I'll be right back.

- Bro! - Nogales!

Long time no see.

What a machine. A graduate!

You should take out... A degree too.

I thought you were going to say to take out something else.

- Is garralda here yet? - No, not yet.

Look, there's Sanchez.

He's the weirdest guy

I've ever seen.

Hey, who are they?

I don't know, they were outside. Wait.

Girls, ballesteros. A Latin lover.

Don't be silly.

He's hung like a horse. Can you say "hung like a horse?"

Like a horse?

Very good! You're in there.

Professor, I have people expecting me.

Who?

My friends, they're at the McKinley,

celebrating ballesteros' graduation. Remember him?

Ballesteros, good student. Nice kid.

Are you going to explain the job to me?

Have you been discreet like I asked?

Does anyone know where you are

at this moment?

No, nobody.

Good.

Good, garralda, good.

I left my wife at her brother's house for a few days.

So... we're alone.

What is guilt, Mr. garralda?

A pop quiz? Right now?

Living your life feeling

that you've destroyed what you love the most.

That's guilt.

It's my fault that my wife is a quadriplegic.

I was the one driving that night.

Sir, it can happen to anyone...

No.

It happened to me.

And her.

What good is all the psychoanalysis in the world

if our punishment is waiting in the next room?

The doctors said she would recover, but no.

She's like this for life, unless she undergoes

an experimental stem-cell treatment in the U.S.

Which there's no way I can pay for. No way.

I sold our house,

took out a huge loan...

Why don't you ask for another loan?

I do have insurance though.

Perfect. There you go.

No, the insurance doesn't cover her.

Only me.

A personal life insurance policy.

Do you understand what I'm trying to say?

No, I don't understand.

Garralda!

My life insurance, dying...

- You want to die for your wife? - Yes.

That's what I want.

Look, professor. We all have problems.

Take me, my dad and I are getting evicted because of me.

And my boss...

And I don't think about killing myself.

I don't think about killing myself either.

- No? - No.

I want you to do it.

You want me to kill you?

Yes, but there will be no proof

that you were involved...

Is this some kind of psychology joke?

Don't pull my leg, I'm an old man.

I trusted your word,

you saw me raise your grade this morning,

and I can just as easily lower it again.

If you kill me,

you pass the course. If you don't,

it's back down to a 4.

We can fake a poisoning

with medication,

or fake a robbery...

And you shoot me in the back...

I prefer the first solution because...

Where did you get that, sir?

This? The Chinese guy from the shop downstairs got it for me.

I know you're hurting, but that's not the answer.

I like you, but not enough to kill you.

Garralda,

I don't mean to be too hard on my students,

but you're going to pass over my dead body.

Seriously... I'd like to help you.

But I can't do what you're asking.

I'd rather flunk than have your death hanging over me.

Your wife would never accept it.

You gave me your word, garralda.

It's late.

I have to go.

We'll talk tomorrow at school.

Okay? I'll...

Sorry.

Sorry.

We'll talk tomorrow, okay?

Put that away.

Put it away.

Monkiki!

Stop him! Stop him, toad!

When are you going to pay back Julian?

I talked to him this morning.

- Have you got the money? - Not yet, rat.

What are you waiting for?

I told him. I got a job. As soon as I get paid...

You think we're a fucking bank?

You pay the full amount in cash!

- That's impossible. - What about your job?

Have them front you the money.

Prick.

You have three days.

If you fuck with us,

say goodbye to your old man.

Three days.

So where are you from? "Mishigun?"

Damn, like the chicken!

Kentucky fried chicken!

See? I speak great english.

Where are you going?

They're totally into us!

Leaving already?

- Are you waiting for someone? - I needed a little air.

Too many people in there.

- I got a little overwhelmed too. - It's your party.

Right.

Nuria.

Anyway,

I was thinking...

And I don't know how to tell you...

Hey, garralda.

Where were you? I tried calling you...

I didn't see it.

- We were meeting at 11. - I got held up.

- Let's go inside. - Sure.

I'm leaving.

Why?

I have plans.

- Right now? - In the morning.

I have to get up early.

Say goodbye to everyone for me.

- What'll it be? - Tequila.

Passing is the last thing I'm worried about right now.

You see this?

Your buddies rat and toad jumped me.

- What? - Your boss is a fucking gangster.

I've got three days to pay him back.

This sucks.

I can't help you, I still work for him.

There might be a way.

Selling car parts.

I don't have a car, you know that.

Neither do people who sell them.

Car parts. Tires, exhaust pipes...

How many would I have to sell?

You two look so serious!

Just here, making out.

- Right. - Guys.

Thanks. Keep the change, gorgeous.

Holy shit! That's professor Espinosa!

Who invited him?

Professor...

Thanks for coming. Please, join us...

Good evening.

Good evening.

How did you know... The p-p-party was here?

- Professor. - What are you doing here?

Hey, all the buddies.

- Celebrating, huh? - He is.

No, you too, Mr. garralda.

You failed the exam but I've assigned you a job

you'll carry out to perfection, won't you?

Your passing grade is at stake.

Sanchez.

I put you on the honor roll.

I deserved it.

Yes.

Nogales.

Nogales, yes.

That's what you get for missing class.

Sonia.

Can you take a photo of us?

Yes.

Okay, stand together.

Who's the one with the cell phone?

You don't know her? That's Sonia.

- She's hot. - Yeah, she's very pretty.

Another one?

You're not already a little tipsy?

No, this one is to clear my head.

- What is this? - The same as before.

Tequila or death!

Why do you drink, professor?

Why do you drink?

Leave him alone, let him have his last drink.

Last?

It's never the last.

Never.

She said to me that night...

"Please stop drinking," "no, the last one."

That's enough, professor.

Why?

Drunks always tell the truth.

That's dangerous.

Telling the truth is dangerous?

Hiding is for cowards.

Rafa, we're partying here. Stop giving him the third degree.

He needs to get it off his chest.

Tell us your truth.

Shut up.

Well?

Be quiet!

Well?

That I want to die!

I want to end this hopeless life of suffering!

I want to die and I can't!

Great job, Freud, great job.

What are you doing?

- What is he doing? - Drinking, he's an alcoholic.

Get that idea out of your head.

You're in danger.

I saw from my window when they threatened you.

There's an envelope with money in my jacket pocket.

How much?

You've been provoking him for a while now.

Excuse me, I'm not provoking him.

What the fuck are they talking about?

- I'm not provoking him. - It was for my wife's operation.

Do what I'm asking and it's yours.

What about her? What happens to her?

She won't need it, she gets the insurance money.

If you're so determined, why don't you do it yourself?

I've tried, but I don't have the courage...

I don't have the courage.

- Okay. - I'm a coward.

And you want me to do it, right?

You're being selfish.

And you're a smart kid, garralda.

Would the insurance cover a suicide?

I bought the policy over a decade ago.

If there's a suicide the first year it's considered

premeditated, but nobody in their right mind

decides to die that long beforehand.

In their right mind!

Do you really want to die?

Do you?

How is he?

Bad, bad. No surprise.

Then I'd better get going...

What do you mean?

Don't you care about what just happened?

The professor is drinking himself to death. He's suffering, damn it.

"Suffering must be eliminated at any price."

What the fuck are you guys talking about?

- He's our professor. - No, he was.

He was.

And for that he deserves to die?

If he wants to die, it's up to him.

But not like a fucking drunk.

Then how, garralda? We kill him ourselves?

What, you mean you're serious?

- You're the one who said it. - Bullshit, I did not.

Listen.

This man is fucked up and he wants to die.

I don't think it's so wrong to help him fulfill his wish.

His wish?

You don't see he's drunk?

Drunks always tell the truth.

And truth is relative, he said that too.

What, you want us to kill him?

That's murder.

It's mercy.

Mercy? Tell that to the police.

Look, he doesn't want to die for no reason.

It's for his wife.

He left her paralyzed, damn it. Imagine what that's like.

No fucking way.

If he dies, the insurance will pay for her operation.

It's his way of redeeming himself.

Redemption is overrated.

He wants to give his life for hers.

What's wrong with that?

- Wouldn't you do the same thing? - Yes.

Look at him.

He wouldn't even realize.

He gave me the keys to his house.

I know where he lives. We take him home and...

We'll figure this thing out.

Come on, guys. Like he always said:

Listen to this.

What does your heart say?

To help him.

And yours, Andres?

Mine is pretty quiet.

It must have stopped at some point.

It's for his wife?

It's for his wife.

You guys are fucking around, right?

Is this a joke?

Sure, Sanchez. We're drunk!

Hail a taxi, man...

You can tell me what this is all about later.

Hey, seriously. I'm heading home, it's late.

Okay, see you next time!

Yeah, sure. Definitely.

See you later, rafal

next time?

No fucking way.

The pothole... the pothole.

I told you, it's a 4-seater. What if I get caught with 5 people?

Quit whining.

You're such a drag.

Careful, it's my mom's car.

- Whatever you say. - Okay, professor.

That way.

We'll put him to bed and come down. Don't leave.

- Make it quick. I can't stop here. - Let's go.

Look over there.

In the drawers.

What's your fucking plan?

Guys.

- What are they? - I don't know.

Get away from there. You want to be seen?

Damn.

M-more?

If we do it, we do it right.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Wipe anything you touched and let's go.

Is there a problem?

No, no, no.

Then move the vehicle, you can't stop here.

- He's asleep. - What took you so long?

Drive.

Drive, drive, drive.

Things are that bad already?

Say no to suicide

no, silly.

They're to illustrate my thesis.

Where did you go last night?

Your boy showed up right after you left.

Why do you think I left? And he's not my boy, he's a prick.

Right.

Do you think I'm pressuring him?

For hooking up with him a couple times?

No. You know how guys are.

If things get serious they hit the brakes.

Damn. Dad?

Dad!

What's wrong, manu?

I'm t-t-terrified, man.

There's a police car over there.

- They know. - No, they don't, okay?

You're paranoid and I'm hung over.

I'm n-n-not paranoid.

Damn it.

We killed a man!

Here we go.

Time for your bath.

We shouldn't have done it.

Don't give me that now. We agreed on this.

- I know, it's not that. - Then what?

- They're going to find out. - No.

The professor committed suicide. End of story.

Yeah, but he didn't.

We took him out.

Nobody needs to know that.

Where are the empty pill bottles?

What do you mean? At his apartment.

You said to clean up.

Suicide victims don't clean up, unless someone is with them...

I said to wipe the fingerprints,

not to take the bottles.

Give them to me.

W-w-what are you going to do?

Did you take anything else?

Nothing from his jacket?

An envelope?

Let's go.

Excuse me. Professor Espinosa?

No, he hasn't been in all morning.

Thank you.

Who is it?

M-mail.

Stay here. Anything happens, call me.

What are you doing there?

Selling something?

They're not buying. Me neither.

Going down?

Yeah, but I'll take the stairs.

I get claustrophobic in the elevator.

Hi.

- What are you doing here? - Nothing.

Waiting for a... a...

Friend.

- I'm meeting your friend too. - Garralda?

Espinosa. He lives here.

H-here?

He didn't tell you last night?

W-w-what do you mean?

Come on, I saw the photos.

What photos do you mean?

Sonia's. You haven't seen them?

She posted them on-line.

Answer it.

He's a pain. I'll call him later.

Why did you want to see him?

For my thesis. If he shows any signs of life.

How late did you have him out drinking?

Good morning.

Good morning.

Anyway... wish me luck.

Good luck. Hey, nuria.

I t-t-think I lost your cell number.

The other day I was t-t-t...

- Can I have it, please? - Sure.

6-0-7...

Same guy n-n-nagging me again.

I'll call you, okay?

Don't answer it.

Okay.

I've got you.

Nice to see you again.

Likewise.

I'd look at the photos if I were you.

The person you're calling is not available. Please leave a message.

- What's wrong? - Nuria is upstairs!

Nuria?

Hello?

Rafa, it's me.

What's up? How's that hangover?

Fine, fine.

We're meeting again tonight. Are you up for it?

- I'll pass. - Why?

- The girls are coming too. - Great, have fun.

Come on, man.

- They asked about you. - About me? Who?

Sonia. Remember her?

Sure.

Yeah, really.

Eat... shit!

It's impossible to wipe all the prints.

- It needed to look like a suicide. - Not anymore.

Get the fuck out of here.

Why would they think the prints were ours?

They won't check all his students. I always have greasy fingers.

You see? It's impossible, damn it.

And last night Sonia took a photo of us with the professor.

And she put it on the Internet.

Taken at a party, they prove nothing.

Yeah, but if the police find the prints,

the first suspects will be the people with him before he died.

What the fuck do we do?

We have to get rid of the body, no matter what.

No body, no crime.

The murderer always returns to the scene of the crime.

We're not murderers, damn it!

- We did him a favor. - We sure did.

- What about Sanchez? - He should be here by now.

What? Sanchez is coming too?

- Did you tell him? - Not yet.

You guys trust him?

No, but we need his car to move the body.

Tell him not to park.

What's up, Sanchez?

- And the girls? - They're coming later.

Why are you getting in? Where are we going?

We're picking up the professor.

What? He'll spook the girls again.

Come on, drive.

Damn it. Careful with the seats, it's not my car. It's my...

- Your mom's! - It's your mom's car.

Why have you got the keys?

He took them last night by mistake.

- Go on, ring the bell. - No!

He'll get mad.

After last night, I doubt it.

Garralda,

Nogales,

Sanchez, ballesteros.

How nice.

My keys.

- Garralda took them last night. - Yeah? You don't say.

When we brought you home.

That was you guys?

I don't remember a thing. I threw up all night.

- I'm not surprised. - What a hangover.

A classmate of yours woke me up.

Want a drink?

No, thanks, professor. We just wanted to check in on you.

I thought we were picking him up.

Me?

Where are we going?

I don't get it. I don't get why you're not calling them.

They were up for anything.

Professor, last night...

I'm still alive, garralda.

Nice move, implicating your friends. Very ethical.

Don't talk to me about ethics. I'm not going to kill you.

Then give me back the money.

What money?

In the envelope in my jacket.

There was no envelope in your jacket.

Do I look stupid to you?

You paid your other debt,

but you still owe me.

Kill me tonight or I'll report you for robbery.

- Here's your bottle. - Thank you.

Of course, I'm still flunking you.

Professor, are you okay?

He won't throw up, will he?

Get him out. Quickly, get him out!

Take a walk until he's done.

Professor, we're going for a walk.

I really don't get it.

Why do you take him drinking if he's obviously an alcoholic?

He needs help.

Yes. Yes, he does.

But not yours.

- Feeling any better? - Yes.

He's in bad shape. He's nuts.

It still might be true we're doing him a favor.

What are you doing?

Professor! Hold on!

You'll drown, professor!

No, no, no...

Hang on!

Let me go!

Please!

Please, let me go!

I want to die!

I have to die!

Did you take something out of the professor's pocket last night?

- What are you talking about? - An envelope.

Did you or didn't you?

Of course not, why would 1?

It was gone.

He must have dropped it somewhere.

What was in the envelope?

Where's the professor?

In the river.

What do you mean? He fell in?

- You guys pushed him? - No, no.

- He jumped. - He wanted to.

We tried to help him. He's crazy, man.

Where are you going?

Garralda, where are you going?

He wants to die! He said it again!

Come on, let's help him!

Call an ambulance or the police.

What's wrong? You're going to leave him there?

What do you want us to do?

He wanted to die.

Yeah, he wanted to die last night too...

What did you guys do last night?

What, you tried to kill him?

While I was waiting in the car?

Are you fucking murderers?

Not murderers!

We did it for his wife.

Are you guys crazy?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Wait!

Professor! Professor...

Professor.

Help!

Hold on.

Come on.

That's it.

Are you saying you're in favor of suicide?

Help!

No, I didn't say that.

But I think individuals should have a legitimate right

to make decisions about their own lives.

Is suicide where psychology fails?

Yes, darling, but life is crueler than the brain.

And if you don't consider death a way out, sweetheart,

it's because you've never encountered real pain.

How do you know, asshole?

Good morning, professor.

Nice move yesterday.

You saw I wouldn't do it, so you turned to my friends.

- What are you doing? - Your breakfast.

- Would you like some milk? - No, thank you.

- This is your apartment? - Yeah. You like it?

Your clothes is drying and here's your wallet.

Garralda, you were supposed to help me die.

Was it so hard to not do anything?

You don't want to die, professor.

Now who told you that?

Then why did you swim to shore?

You're flunking again, garralda.

Fine. Get some rest. Eat as much as you can.

It'll do you good.

- You need energy. - No, I don't want any.

What the fuck are you doing here? Did you bring the money?

No.

You've got balls. Looking for more trouble?

I came to talk to Julian.

Don't. If he sees you, he'll kill you.

I need more time. Tomorrow's my deadline.

Do as you please.

Sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to leave you hanging...

Don't worry about it, okay?

Did you take an envelope out of his jacket the first night?

No.

I talked to the other two and they don't have it.

It was mine, there was money inside.

It was yours and the professor had it?

He was paying me to kill him.

It was a way to pay Julian.

We killed him so you could make money?

I didn't force anyone.

Besides, he's not dead.

- What? - I pulled him out of the river.

Swear to that.

- Have you got the money or not? - First you lie to me,

now you're calling me a thief.

Go on, get out of here.

Get the money somehow!

What was he doing here? Did he pay?

No.

Where are you going?

Rat...

Was that who I think it was? What did he want?

- More time. - More time? More time?

He pays tomorrow or my name isn't Julian.

You haven't called sooner

because you're in big trouble. How exactly?

Are you going to psychoanalyze me?

Okay, okay.

I got my dad in trouble with the bank

and they want to take away the apartment.

I owe my boss money and the deadline's tomorrow.

- And you don't have it? - No.

Will he call the police?

Your family can't help you?

My dad's 70 with a shitty pension.

That's why I asked for a loan. If I'd known...

I don't have any money.

No, I only told you because you asked.

How are things with Espinosa?

He flunked me.

But you were with him recently.

Yeah.

You think he might want to kill himself?

I just think he fits the profile.

His life falls apart,

he's about to retire, he's an alcoholic,

he feels guilty about his wife...

No, he doesn't feel guilty. He knows he is.

He drove drunk the night of the accident.

- Faced with that... - So you think he might too.

It takes courage and he doesn't have any.

How do you know?

He asked me to kill him.

Obviously I said no.

If someone's guilty,

condemnation or forgiveness are the only options.

Dad?

Did you leave the door open?

- Did you leave the front door open? - No.

Professor?

Hello? Anyone home?

- What are you doing here? - Visiting.

- Where's the professor? - I don't know.

Is it true he paid you to kill him?

What?

"What?" is it true, yes or no?

Only partly, okay?

He offered me money but I don't have it.

The envelope was in his jacket, it must have fallen in the bar...

Bullshit!

You have to share it.

I don't want any money.

You don't?

Well, I do.

So give me my share or I'll tell everything.

How much did he give you?

Hello.

Dad, where is Espinosa? “Who?

Espinosa, the professor!

Sure he saved him...

Have a good day.

It's true, damn it!

- See you later, paco. - Goodbye, andresito.

Who is Espinosa?

Dad, the elderly man who was here.

Oh, yes!

Some very nice friends took him away.

- Julian. - Monkiki.

We've got your dad. You want to say hi? Hold on.

Let go, you animal.

Say something.

That's not my father.

No? Well, he's a smart-ass just like you.

Did you think I was joking?

Bring the money tomorrow.

Look, Julian. I don't have the money yet, but...

What?

Bring the money tomorrow or this jerk buys it!

Don't let him blackmail you, son!

Let them kill me!

Would we be even?

- What? - Let them kill me!

Would we be even, yes or no?

Are you crazy?

They don't have the guts. Don't pay them a dime!

This guy is crazy.

You and your dad are both nuts.

That's not my father, Julian.

It's Sebastian Espinosa, my psychology professor.

Don't turn your back on me, my son!

Don't turn your back on me!

Toad, search him.

Would somebody just kill me already?

Let him have it.

You hear that, monkiki?

That's nothing compared to what we'll do to your father,

your real father.

Julian, look, really...

I can't hear you!

I can't hear you! I think it's cutting off.

It's cutting off.

Yes?

I was thinking about what you said.

How much do you owe?

Maybe I can loan you something.

No.

Why? If it's a lot, I can talk to my father.

It's my problem, nuria.

No.

Don't say that.

Fran,

you're not alone.

My older sister committed suicide when I was little.

I went into psychology to try to understand.

Why did you?

For the grade.

I have to hang up, okay?

- Bye. - Bye.

The person committing suicide seeks not their own death,

but that of whatever's punishing them.

Life weighs too much for some people.

But that doesn't make us responsible for their actions.

We have to seek the truth in each of us

because to understand others, we must start with ourselves.

The existentialists said that living was inevitable.

But life won't let us while we're fighting for it.

No matter how many mistakes we make,

we have to keep moving forward.

Every person is a world we might never understand,

but if we thought less with the mind and more with the heart,

we could immediately forgive and free ourselves

from that absurd guilt that keeps us from living.

Because...

Even though we feel alone, life

is a team game.

You can't go to the police.

You'd be an idiot giving yourself up like that.

One: I'm innocent, okay?

I didn't try to poison him or push him. And two:

- You lied to me. Pay up or... - Or what, rafa?

He's immortal.

He's immortal.

Ballesteros,

Sanchez,

Nogales.

Good evening.

He fell in the river.

Yes, and he saved my life.

You don't remember anything else?

No.

He came for his last drink, lay off him.

Here.

To psychology.

Professor, don't leave. Hang out for a little while.

No, no, no.

Aristotle said "learn from what you have seen

so it won't happen to you."

I don't buy it. I don't buy it.

What the fuck? He doesn't remember?

He's playing with us.

What about the money?

You know what?

I renounce my part. Technically we don't deserve it

because he's still alive, so...

Want a ride home?

Not so fast, Sanchez.

- We still have things to discuss. - What things?

The professor was never dead,

and we never tried to kill him.

Therefore, none of what happened happened.

- And it stays between us. Got it? - Of course.

Anything else?

I want to clarify everything before I never see you again.

I've never seen you in my life.

Great.

I can take you home too. I don't mind going out of my way.

He's not a bad guy.

Buddies?

You guys need to wake up. That guy is nothing but trouble.

And nobody believes the money disappeared.

He kept it all for himself.

He can choke on it for all I care...

Watch out!

It's the professor!

Get back in the car, quick!

Get in the car, damn it!

The minor who ended her parents' lives last week

by burning down their house while they were sleeping

has been taken into custody...

Well? Did we win anything?

No.

In other news, the man hit by a car last night

in the center of town remains in critical

condition. Sebastian Espinosa was taken

to the hospital and his diagnosis is being kept private.

Do you understand what they're saying?

Same old stuff.

This footage taken by security cameras

shows the exact moment the car raced down the street

at nearly 60 miles per hour,

double the speed limit...

An accident my ass!

Sanchez didn't trust him, that's why he wanted to kill him.

No, really, I swear. We didn't mean to hit him.

We were talking and he crossed the street.

Oh, that's why you left?

We w-w-were t-t-terrified, man.

We left the car with Nogales

to fix the dent and hide the evidence.

You believe me, don't you?

In a coma.

The worst thing that could happen to you, eh, professor?

At least if you'd died your wife could get the operation.

Damn it...

A doctor!

A doctor, please!

Arrest! Arrest!

Three vials of adrenalin. Prepare the defillibrator!

- What are you doing here? - Lsawiton TV.

He's in a coma.

The machines started beeping...

I don't think so.

I have to go.

What will you tell them?

I'll ask for more time.

What if they say no?

Yes?

R-rafa, it's me.

- What do you want? - We're on the news, man.

- They're looking for us! - Yeah, I know.

I'm trying to keep my parents from watching TV.

I talked to garralda. He thinks you did it on purpose.

What do you mean, on purpose?

He says

you wanted to keep him quiet. Is that true?

What? Look, I'm not like him, okay?

- How's the car, do you know? - No idea.

You haven't talked to Nogales?

No, I haven't talked to anyone. Leave me alone. Goodbye.

Where the hell did that damn envelope fall out?

What the fuck are you doing?

Did you bring the money?

No.

Why are you here? Are you fucking with us?

I came to talk to Julian.

- What for? - He thinks we're morons.

I said to Julian, not to you.

Talk.

Talk.

I'm very sorry, Julian.

You know my father and I...

Shut up.

Please, let me explain.

- Yesterday I came to tell you... - Shut up!

Shut up, shut up!

You talked already, and you always say the same thing.

Now I'm going to talk.

Look, monkiki.

You think everybody is stupid

except you.

You're very wrong.

You're a brat.

A brat!

I know you'll never pay me what you owe me.

And of course that you won't pay the bill for me.

I'll never get back the money you saved your friends.

I'll never get back the commissions you kept.

The one thing I will get back, monkiki...

Is my pride.

What's up?

- How's it going? - I'm on it right now.

- Fix the car now. - Don't worry.

I'll change the windshield, the rest is bodywork.

- My dad's reporting the car stolen. - That sucks!

Yes, it does suck! Yes, it does!

Useless!

Did you think you'd get a free ride?

Let go.

Let go.

This hurts me more than it hurts you.

This hurts me more than it hurts you.

Hello?

Guys!

Hey, bastards!

Hey!

Nogales!

Hey! Stop! Stop!

Whose side are you on?

He brought it to pay his debt!

You think we're stupid?

This car has been here since this morning.

He brought it last night. I let him in myself.

Get that off of him!

Whose is it?

Some rich girl's.

Stolen?

Okay.

Park it inside.

And you.

Get out of here. I never want to see you again.

Hi nuria.

- Hi. - How are things?

Bad. I'm at the emergency room.

Espinosa got hit by a car.

Y-y-you don't say.

They're trying to save him.

Manu,

do you think it might not have been an accident?

W-w-why are you asking me?

Espinosa wanted to die.

How do you know that?

Garralda told me. He asked him to kill him.

H-he told you?

I'm worried about him, he needs our help.

He needs our help? Who's going to help us?

It was all his fault.

He got us mixed up in all this. Last night

was an accident!

He can't play the victim now

because he's the one who wanted to kill Espinosa.

What are you talking about?

He paid him to kill him, nuria! He paid him!

Who, Espinosa?

- Swear that it's true. - Iswear, of course I swear.

Garralda was driving the car?

No, Sanchez was. Garralda poisoned him.

And now it's his fault

the police are looking for us.

And the worst part

is he probably told you

whatever suited him.

Can you prove it?

We agreed not to come back to the fucking bar.

Why here and how does nuria know everything?

Garralda told her.

That son of a bitch!

Since he's in the clear...

- What did he tell her? - Everything. Everything.

What about the money?

He probably told her we took it.

What are they doing here?

What happened to you?

I fell.

Why are you with this snitch? He told nuria everything.

You think I'm a fucking idiot?

I talked to her, garralda.

- So what? - So she knows.

She knows he paid me to kill him, not that I did.

Or did you tell her that?

Did you tell her anything?

No, I didn't.

There, all set.

Can we leave please? “Wait.

How's the car going?

It was evidence, we got rid of it.

What?

- It's gone. - What do you mean, gone?

Your dad reported it stolen, right? The thief ran over Espinosa, period.

Yeah, but where is it?

Donating parts to other cars.

We saved your ass. You should be grateful.

It was an accident.

Why did you run?

You made us accomplices, man.

Don't come in right now

is it him?

We were together in this, damn it!

Are you completely stupid or what?

Which is better, the car or jail?

The police are looking for the car.

There's a video on the news.

Don't bust my balls. Don't bust my balls.

Look, I have an idea.

We'll give you back your fucking car

- and you turn it in to the police. - What?

That'll show them you're acting in good faith.

You guys got spooked.

Fingering me to save yourselves?

You're the one who was driving!

What bastards. You guys are such bastards.

You guys, we can't keep hiding it much longer.

Wouldn't it be better to just tell the police the truth?

The truth? The professor said the truth is relative.

How right he was! You tried to kill him and I'm the murderer.

He wanted to die and I changed his mind.

Bullshit! Garralda the great psychologist.

You know what you achieved?

Nothing.

Nuria...

Identification, please.

Where did you get that?

He dropped it when I hit him.

Why did the professor have a gun?

Because he was going to kill himself.

That's why he said goodbye. He decided to do it himself.

- You decided for him! - It was a fucking accident!

Why did you pick it up?

To defend myself from you bastards, I knew you'd double-cross me again.

You've lost your mind.

You want a confession? Fine. But if I go down, we all do.

Calm down, rafa.

- Bullshit! You fucked up my life! - You're about to yourself.

Without the car there's no evidence.

Drinking the usual, boys?

What are you doing?

- What are you doing? - Put it down.

Sanchez!

- What's going on? - They've got a gun!

Nuria!

Sanchez!

Drop your weapon!

Drop it!

Put it down, kid.

Leave it on the floor.

Drop it, damn it!

Put down your weapon!

Now!

Freeze!

Don't move!

Freeze! Get your hands up!

Hands up! Hands up!

Silence in the courtroom!

Palace of justice

silence in the courtroom!

With your permission, your honor, let us clarify.

Mr. garralda was paid to kill Sebastian Espinosa,

but he was never paid.

He was going to kill him

but he did not kill him.

The boys make a huge scene with an unloaded pistol

they found in a dumpster,

and you, mr Julian acevedo, claim that

the vehicle mysteriously appeared in your garage

after it was stolen.

Not mysteriously.

Not mysteriously. He brought it.

That's strange.

Because he doesn't know how to drive,

his fingerprints weren't on the steering wheel,

and the owner affirms that he was with him

at the time of the robbery.

In any case,

you have no problem with accepting the vehicle.

Yeah, I didn't know it had run somebody over.

But you did know it was stolen.

You previously had hired certain individuals,

with very interesting criminal records, by the way,

who threaten to do harm to Mr. garralda

or his father.

You, who coincidentally

detained the victim for a few hours against his will.

I have nothing more to add.

Silence in the courtroom!

I will have order in this courtroom!

Well?

Can we go now?

- When do you have to move out? - Tomorrow.

I'm sorry.

You are...?

- One of your husband's students. - Garralda.

He kept this for you.

But...

The insurance paid.

So you can have the operation?

I'll catch up.

Mr. garralda,

you finally have the envelope.

Don't think you're crazy, it was never in my jacket.

I couldn't risk you not keeping your side of the bargain

and her ending up with nothing.

It may seem hard to believe, but you taught me something.

That vitality can be contagious

because it's a question not of age, but mentality.

And in that sense you were made with exceptional material.

Nevertheless, we must admit that you're a fiasco as a murderer

and that your friends haven't shown very much skill either.

Like the poet said, "life begins today"

for everyone except the person buried in that niche with my name.

Somebody at the hospital must have confused my file

with that of the beggar sharing my room

and when I came out of my coma they took me upstairs with his file.

He died without fixing the mistake

and my wife took advantage and identified his body as mine.

In everyone's eyes, Sebastian Espinosa is dead.

Garralda, always think with your heart,

it's a lot wiser than your head.

Oh, and one piece of advice. A plea, if you like.

For humanity's sake, never practice psychology.

Garralda,

son...

You passed.

Shall we?

Yeah.

I'm coming.

Everything okay?

Perfect.