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Heaven is such a simple hell

It's a measure of how far we fell

As I try to get back up

I slip further

I'll never be clean enough

It's too late

It's too late now

With the devil, I'm goin' down

Go, go, go, go!

One, two, three!

Down I go

Down I stay

Sold my soul along the way

Down I go

Down I stay

It's too late, it's too late

-Ready?
-Yeah.

Come on. Come on! Please. Please.

It's too late, it's too late

Is he alive?

Breathe, Yako.

Come on!

With the devil, I'm goin' down

What happened to you?

Well, the security guy and I,
we kinda exchanged a few punches.

That wound is pretty bad.

You're gonna need some stitches.

Max?

I heard something strange
when I hit him with that last punch.

I had a few fights when I was in prison,
but I never heard that noise before.

The guy fell like a stone.
His eyes, staring at me.

I might have just killed another person.

What happened to your shoulder?

I guess the bone popped out.

Max, I need
to put that joint back into place.

Oh!

Damn it!

-What's wrong with him?
-I don't know. I'm not qualified.

I'm not a nurse. I got my CPR certificate
and my first aid, and that's all.

Do you know anything?!

He's had blunt-force trauma to the head,

but it could also be a coma
or brain damage.

I don't know! I don't know.

Minerva, what do we do now?

Get him outta here.

-Nobody leaves.
-But he needs medical attention.

A doctor, a scanner, and probably
a fucking brain surgeon as well.

Minerva, every minute we lose,
we're putting his life in danger.

His… His heart rate is dropping again.

-What if we bring a doctor here?
-Great. And what are we gonna tell him?

We tell him nothing.

We offer 20 million to the first doctor
we see in ER. They'll be over in a flash.

I don't want to sound pessimistic,

but what we want is a neurosurgeon,
not the first doctor you meet in ER.

Not some guy from, uh…
pediatrics or oncology, huh?

The possibility of bringing in a doctor
is remote.

What do you mean, remote?

Like you said,
we could offer an obscene amount of money,

but once here, they might say no.

Then we would have a much bigger problem.

What do you mean by "a bigger problem"?

They'd know too much
for us to release them.

His heart rate's at 45 and dropping.
He needs help.

He's gonna have a heart attack.

Alain, García, follow me.

Okay. We need a support point.

Okay. Come towards me.

Turn around.

What you doin'?

Okay.

-Take a deep breath, all right?
-Hang on. Why take a deep breath?

Why don't you just tell me about
gifts that you got as a kid for Christmas?

Asia, what are you doing?

The humeral head
must go back inside the socket.

Do you know what you're doing?

Listen to me, Max. Okay? Christmas gifts.

My first real football. Video games.

A racing bike with gears that was stolen.

-What the fuck?
-Sorry! It didn't work out like I wanted.

Have you actually
even studied traumatology?

Well, not exactly.
It's on next year's curriculum.

But I have studied anatomy,
and I know what the skeleton looks like.

And right now, I know where your joint
should be, and it shouldn't be there.

So… what we need is a backrest.

Okay. Sit here, at the end of the bench.

And face me.

Do you know where my nerves are?

I have to use the bench
to leverage the shoulder.

I'm just asking
because if you do pinch my nerves,

you might paralyze my arm.

Oh, is that what's worrying you, Max?
That I'll hurt your nerve?

In any case, they'll just operate
on it when we get out.

Because according to you,
everything's all right on the surface.

Maybe there's a hospital
in Hiroshima, operating nonstop.

Okay.

Asia.

We've got an emergency. We need you.

There's not much time.

Shut up!

I'm ready.

His pupils are very dilated,
and he has no reaction to light.

Could he be in a coma?

No, I don't think so.

His symptoms don't match
the Glasgow scale.

If he received a blow to the trachea,
it might be due to cerebral hypoxia.

What does that mean?

When the airways become obstructed,

the blood flowing to the brain
doesn't have enough oxygen.

No. But then he wouldn't be unconscious.

It could be neurological shock.

It provokes hypotension and bradycardia,

diminishing the flow of blood
to the brain.

That's it.

We need some atropine.

We have to increase his heart rate.

Thanks.

Okay.

Can you go faster, please?

Thank God.

Relax, Yako. Don't worry.
You just had a pretty bad concussion.

You need to get some rest. Okay?

BILLIONAIRES' BUNKER

It's Falcón's business partner,
Oswaldo, calling again.

This is the fifth time he's called Falcón
in the last six hours.

And the last two attempts
were video calls.

Oswaldo Fernández has left a video message

on Guillermo Falcón's phone.

-Do you wanna see it?
-Yes, Roxán.

Play the message.

Willy, I don't give a rat's ass if you're
in the Philippines for a yoga retreat,

or for some local pussy.

But what I have to tell you
is the most important news

of your fucking life.

It's the news we've been waiting to hear
for the past 20 years.

You better call me, Willy. Call me.

Call me. Call me.
Call me. Call me. Call me.

Call me. Call me!
Call me! Call me! Call me!

Call me!

You killed a man, Max.

That's the bad news for you.

The good news is… we resurrected him.

I don't know what you've been told,
but it was self-defense.

Enough.

I'm not interested in your bullshit.

The only thing that interests me
is this experiment…

is what happens when you put
a poor little rich kid in jail.

-Well, I can answer that.
-Mm.

In fact, because I've been in jail,
I have a few questions of my own.

Oh.

How come this place
looks so much like a prison?

How come there are cameras everywhere?
How come there's an isolation chamber?

Why do we wear uniforms?
Why did you take our phones?

We don't allow any weapons either.

What did you think was gonna happen?

Riot of the rich?

Mutiny on the fairway?
Or The Night of the Long Scarves?

You're quite the comedian.

Get him some stitches.

This way.

Get into pairs and sit down at a desk.

You are now standing
at the highest point inside the bunker.

Right now,
our single most important priority

is to make contact with the outside world.

And to achieve this, we need your help.

After the explosion,
we lost all our antennas

but we still have an auxiliary antenna
that can be used in emergency

when the others fail.

However, due to the high temperatures,

that antenna now only reaches
a height of 25 inches above ground.

We're hoping it's still operational.

That's why you're here.
This is the starting point of the antenna.

They're going to experience
that terrifying, desperate feeling.

Of isolation.

Imagine what it's like
to be constantly thinking,

"Is anybody else alive in the world?"

What you see on the desk
before you are short-wave radios.

These are similar to the radios used
by ships when they communicate

over long distances.

Each of you has been selected

because you are fluent
in various languages.

As you can see, each desk
has been assigned a specific frequency

which will be used to send out a message.

The international distress signal.
"Mayday, mayday, mayday."

"This is Kimera Underground Park.
Do you copy?"

And if somebody does answer your call,
these are our coordinates.

You may begin.
And best of luck to all of you.

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

This is Kimera Underground Park.
Do you copy?

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

Mayday, mayday, mayday.
This is Kimera Underground Park.

Mayday, mayday, mayday.
This is Kimera Underground Park.

Everything all right?

Mayday, mayday, mayday.
This is Kimera Underground Park.

It's Rafa. I'm worried about him.

And don't get me wrong,
I don't regret breaking up.

It's just that I could have spared him
some of the suffering.

I did say some horrible things.
I was cruel.

-And where is all this guilt coming from?
-Ah, forget about it.

I should have shown more empathy to him.
That's all.

Mayday, mayday, mayday.
This is Kimera Underground Park.

Do you copy?

I said he was pathetic.

He's been aware since he was a child.

And I told him I never loved him.

And I told him I did know what love was
because I had loved someone else.

And I'd been madly in love.
I never should have said that to him.

No, no, no.
Stop with the headphones for a minute.

The end of the world won't stop
just because we missed a message.

So, who were you madly in love with?

Why do you even care?
In any case, you don't know him.

Are we going to build our new relationship
around secrets?

I had an affair with my yoga teacher.

-You're lying.
-Why would you say that?

I knew
I should never have told you anything.

Why did you say it was a lie?

Because when you take a lover,
it's to fill something you're missing.

So, if you already have one loser,
why would you take another one?

You haven't a clue
what you're talking about.

Listen, sweetie.

Yoga instructors are the ultimate losers
of the modern world.

They're the kind of person who fails,

and then they get stressed,
they embrace meditation and yoga,

to avoid facing up
to the mediocrity of their lives.

And now they have become the champions
for the other miserable losers

who spend their days in downward dog

simply to avoid acknowledging
how pathetic their lives are.

Those men are all the same.

If you wanna find a lover,

you get yourself
a testosterone-fueled jock

who'll make your legs shake.

Not some pussy who paints mandalas.

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

This is Kimera Underground Park.
Do you copy?

This morning, when I woke up
and I opened my eyes…

I asked Roxán to tell me what time it was.

The time is 8:30 a.m.

Did you sleep well, Rafa?

Not really, to be honest.

One thing led to another,
and we started chatting.

She asked me if I wanted
to go back to sleep,

or whether I'd like some coffee.

Black, no sugar.

Thanks, Roxán.

Then I asked her
what kind of music she liked.

And she told me,
a bit of this, bit of that.

But mostly… she liked Los Secretos.

So, I asked her to play a song.

While I was listening to that song,
I felt a… a strange kind of complicity

with Roxán.

Until I realized that I had asked her

a day before
to play me music from the same band.

And then I felt like a real idiot.

She was just playing along,
humoring me like my wife used to.

The conversations I had with that machine

were no different than the conversations
I had with my wife over the past 20 years.

I have the impression I've been married

to some artificial intelligence.

Roxán.

Turn it off.

When my wife left me,
I was terrified of being alone.

But that's ridiculous.

I've been alone my entire life.

Thank you, Mr. Varela, for your sincerity.

We're going
through very difficult times. Hm?

And that's why
our therapy sessions together

are so important for each of us.

We're healing through our words
and through our stories.

Falcón hasn't spoken yet.

Pressure him.

And how are you feeling, Mr. Falcón?

Would you care to add anything
to what Mr. Varela has shared?

Yes. I would.

Do you know what this is?

It's a list of my dearest
and most important friends.

The friends that I abandoned.

Seven of them.

My friends.

I'm worth more than 50 billion euros.

The year after the pandemic,
some of our profits dropped by 25%.

Staff were getting very nervous.

We had to lay off a lot of people.

I was suffering from anxiety,
so I was put on medication.

You spend your whole life working
to grow your fortune,

running like a hamster on a wheel.

This is the absurd paradox
of millionaires.

We suffer… to make money
that we will most likely never see.

And what's worse

is that with just
a small piece of my fortune,

I could've easily paid for all my friends
to be here in the bunker.

I could have saved them.

And so, Rafa…

…never say you're alone.

You are… the only friend
that I have left in this world.

I'll never let you down.

The man sitting here

did something for me
that I could never have done.

And since then, I've admired him.

And do you know
the kind of people we admire?

We admire the people
that are better than us.

My eldest daughter was killed
in a car accident.

His son was driving the car.

They were only 19.

Rafa… was the only witness,
and he watched his son,

who was completely wasted,
drive away in the car with my daughter.

All I wanted was to see that punk rot away
in jail for the rest of his life.

I begged him to testify against his son.

I asked him to choose

between justice… and blood.

And he chose justice.

He did it all for me.

I don't care about the past.

I don't care what people say.

All I know… is that whatever happens,

I will always be by your side.

No matter what,
I will always be here for you.

Mayday, mayday.
This is Kimera Underground Park.

Look at her.

Tall and royal, like the captain
on the bridge of the Queen Mary.

Look how serious she is.

Even dressed in rubber boots
and overalls, she still looks good.

I'm going to the restroom.

You thought you heard
someone speaking in French?

Mother, what are you doing?

Frida, are you sure
the message was in French?

Wait. Let's make sure of it.

I'm sorry to disturb you,
but did I hear you speaking French?

Yes, why?

My daughter thinks she heard
someone speaking French on the radio.

What is it you heard?

Uh… I couldn't tell.

I heard some vague words. Uh…

"Allo? Allo?"

With a French accent.
Maybe a distress call?

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

Those radios aren't even connected.

What's she talking about?

The poor woman's got cancer.
She's on morphine.

What's going on?

Someone heard words
in French on the radio.

They've asked me to sit in with you.

You should keep trying.
We need to get that signal back.

Please return to your seats
and keep calling.

Mayday, mayday, mayday.
This is Kimera Underground Park.

-Copy?
-Mayday.

Mayday, mayday, mayday.
This is Kimera Underground Park.

Mr. Falcón?

Mr. Falcón, your hammam is ready.

I'm sorry. Is it possible
to have a massage instead?

I have a really stiff neck,
and it's killing me.

If you could give me a massage,
I'd be very grateful.

I'm in your hands.

Give me a moment.
I'll see if I can accommodate you.

Thank you.

Need I remind you
that you're trying to make up with Mimi?

Hmm?

Mimi is family.

That's one thing, but what I have here
is completely different. Understand?

-Personally, I feel bad for your wife.
-Huh?

I was also the Mimi in my marriage.

I was the fool
who was kept in the dark all the time,

while my wife
was getting laid by her yoga teacher.

And you know what else?

What makes it worse?
She fell madly in love with him.

We can't do anything else for me.
But for Mimi, there's still time. So you--

Playing around outside of marriage
is a gesture of respect

towards your partner. Hmm?

That wild, instinctive rage
we have naturally inherited in our genes

needs to be appeased.

And only then
can your blood return to your brain

and to your heart,
so that then you can concentrate on love.

So if I understand correctly,
this is what you call respect?

Exactly.

-Hmm.
-Mm-hmm.

By appeasing this rage,
you remove the poison

that could jeopardize your marriage.

For you, it was different.

So then maybe

my marriage lasted
as long as it did because Frida…

appeased herself.

I found a free spot for Falcón
tomorrow afternoon, at 3:00 p.m.

Go get fresh towels, please.

-Mr. Falcón.
-Yes?

I have a spot for you tomorrow at 3:00.

Miss, I'm sorry, but…
the whole massage thing was

just an excuse to speak with you.

-What's your name?
-Ingrid.

Ingrid. Do you see that man over there?

He's my best friend.
His wife just left him.

She said their 20 years was a farce.

Can you imagine that?

He told me that the only person
he talks to is Roxán.

I need to get him a whole new group
of friends.

You know… to laugh with,
to have a good time.

-Can you help us?
-How can I help you?

Come have a drink with us.

But the priority is to open the bar.

I know you work there.

So your neck doesn't hurt anymore?

Yes. It does.

But a man's gotta do
what a man's gotta do.

I've really been looking forward
to meeting you.

Really?

I've heard so much about you. Nothing bad.

What did you hear?

That you are amazing.
You're practically an angel.

What do you mean?

Can I be honest?

I've known Willy
since he was 17 years old.

He went to school with Frida.
And then to university.

I've seen him come back home
hundreds of times, drunk out of his mind.

He'd bring back all of his girlfriends
to the pool.

A new one every month.

And all of those years,
I was praying to myself:

"Please don't let my Frida
fall in love with him."

Thank God she didn't.

Then later, I met his wife, Marta.

Ah, she suffered so much.

She suffered much, you mean… in general?

Because of his constant indiscretions,
my dear.

Day in, day out,
Willy was constantly disappearing

for business or whatever.

He'd disappear for days on end.

And Marta knew
exactly what kind of business it was.

I get it.

I'd say to her,

"Sweetie, it's better he have sex
with several women than with just one."

Why would you say such a nasty thing?

If you change them every week,
then they're irrelevant.

Unfortunately, it soon became apparent
that his wife was also irrelevant to him.

But don't worry about that.
You… You have changed him.

You are the wife that has redeemed him.

I understood that
the moment I saw him arrive here with you.

So proud of you.

And so in love.

And that is why I said
you were an amazing woman.

Oh, stop…

Thank you. But it wasn't always like that.

Tell me where you first met.

At a fashion show.

A fashion show? Are you a fashionista?

No.

No, I used to be a model.

A model? What kind of model?

Oh, anything.

Some were quite special.
Like fashion shows for Victoria's Secret.

Victoria's Secret.

Did you know my name is Victoria
and I have my own secrets?

But I'm not ready to share them with you.
Not quite yet.

You're beautiful.

Mayday, mayday. Fuel.

Mayday.

This is MFM-342, private flight.

Carrying 11 civilians,
three of them children.

We are in an emergency situation.

We're out of fuel.

Excuse me, please.
I'm picking up an aircraft distress call.

This is Kimera Underground Park.
Do you copy?

This is Kimera Underground Park.
Do you copy?

MFM on a private flight.

I repeat. I request permission
to land on your aircraft carrier.

It's a civilian flight.
It sounds like they need to land.

I heard her say
that they were out of fuel.

MFM-342, do you copy?
This is Kimera Underground Park.

This is Captain Igor Volkova.

Permission to land denied.

So which one of you
came up with this idea?

Well, it was me.

I think that it needs drama,
with expressive qualities,

but also a certain poetry.

We are on a military mission.

If you approach the carrier,
you will be shot down.

There are children on that plane.

A plane packed with civilians,

desperately trying to save their lives
by landing on an aircraft carrier.

Maybe we could try something…
with a more positive outcome?

A sort of happy ending.

Please consider the situation!
We're losing altitude!

No. We don't want our guests
to have any hope. We want them…

…tense as a wire.

We want them constantly on edge.

Mayday, fuel! Mayday, fuel!

Mayday, fuel! Please! Let us land!

Please have mercy!

We don't want them relaxed,
because when you're relaxed,

you start to think,

"Hey. Why don't we get out of here
and see what's happening?"

We cannot let that happen.

Permission… denied!

Fuel! Mayday! Fuel!

Mayday! Fuel!

We will keep them entertained with our
production of "The End of the World."

Please! Mayday! Fuel!
Mayday! Fuel! Mayday! Fuel!

Hi.

Are you okay?

We met each other earlier
during group therapy.

Yeah.

They're a bit of a shock, right?

I mean with the, uh,

marks from the hanging
and the marks from the defibrillator,

it must be pretty disturbing.

No. Nothing to look at.

You can hardly see it, I mean…

-You have to look hard.
-Mm.

So… did they give you anxiolytics
for your stress?

-Mm-hmm.
-They didn't give any to me.

I guess they're afraid
that I might start hoarding them.

And then someday, I'd swallow them all.

Can you give me a few?
To help me get a better sleep?

I took them once they gave them to me.
Both of 'em.

-Mm…
-I took the first one.

And then… the second one.

-Mm.
-Hmm.

Elena.

-Mm-hm.
-How are things?

Doing my best.

I understand what you're going through,
and we're here to help.

And in fact, Rafa said
we shouldn't leave you on your own.

I've arranged for them to open the bar.

Not for too long. A few drinks, a chat.

Would you like to join us?

Yeah, sure. Of course. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Guillermo, why the hell did you go
and pretend I'd said all that stuff?!

To rescue you
from that mental chaos of yours.

You need to speak with real people.

-Not with Roxán.
-Okay.

And what if Frida sees me with her? Hmm?
If she comes home, and I'm not there?

I know you want me to move on,
but I believe I can get my wife back.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

Because apparently,
you never won her over.

I'm sorry, Rafa,
if you find I'm being too blunt.

But I think you have a better chance
if you're with another woman.

Maybe that way,
Frida would stop seeing you

like a little fuckin' pussy.

Rafa, personally, I think your best option
is with the suicidal lady.

She's wonderfully desperate.

And desperate women…
are obsessed with pleasure.

They don't see you as a man.

They see you as their savior.

Rafa, you're gonna have the best sex ever.

That's pretty deep.
I'm gonna give you four or five stitches.

Max, stay focused.

Max, stay focused, okay?

If you keep staring at me,
we'll end up in the ditch.

Max?

Hey, is everything okay?

I had a déjà vu.

A déjà vu of what?

Nothing.

Come on.

You spoke to me just like Ane.

It reminded me of a trip we took together
to Almería on a bike.

Max, stay focused, okay?

If you keep staring at me,
we'll end up in the ditch.

Are you okay?

Want me to do it?

When I was in prison, I'd stitch myself up
to avoid getting punished for fighting.

I can't do this, Max. I just can't.

What happened?

Play it.

Hey there, Willy.

Do you recognize this guy?

His name is Gonzalo Pastrana.
He's the Spanish ambassador

to the Philippines.

You know what this is?

It's his phone number.

So either you call me immediately,
or I'm on the next flight to Manila,

and I swear to God, I'll find you.

Something serious must have happened.

And it's just our bad luck
that it happened

during these three weeks here.

We can send him a message
and ask him exactly what it's all about.

I don't think we can stop him
with a message.

Obviously not.

This is big business,
and he's Falcón's shark.

He won't stop.

There are thousands of islands
in the Philippines.

It's next to impossible to find him.

Ziro, this guy only has to make two calls.

One to the ambassador of the Philippines,
and the other to Spanish customs.

Do you know
what he'll learn from these calls?

Firstly, that Falcón never arrived
in the Philippines.

And secondly, that he never left Spain
in the first place.

And the next step
will be to file a missing persons report.

After that, your bunker,
your plan, your Kimera,

you can say goodbye to it all.

We won't let that happen.

We need to make a video call to Oswaldo,
using a virtual replica of Falcón.

The clone isn't ready yet.
I need more time to record

his mannerisms and behavior.

There's so much data that Roxán
hasn't gathered yet. This is too risky.

It's riskier not to do it.

At some stage,
sending messages won't be sufficient.

They'll wanna see them.

-And we can do it.
-We'll use their telephones.

They'll communicate via video conference
like they do regularly.

But it won't be themselves.
It'll be their virtual selves.

A virtual clone that will talk like them,
move like them.

Exact replicas,
capable of holding conversations

even with people who are close
and intimate with them,

without them ever realizing
they're speaking with a machine.

They'll be speaking
with Roxán, our artificial intelligence.

One of these is Julia.

At the moment, she is taking this call
from another office.

The other is her virtual clone,
which was created by us.

Which of them is real?

You can ask her any question you like.

Me. I have a few questions.

For this one. Julia Number One.

I'd like to know
if you have ever been in love.

Yes, and I think you all know,
it's no secret.

Julia Two, what do you have to say?

Parker… come a little closer.

I have never ever felt like this.

Perfect.

Okay. Let's say,
one more question for you.

An important question.

Julia Number One,
how do you know that you're in love?

What an interesting question.

Because when she speaks…
everything just stops.

And… I get distracted.

When she looks at me, nothing else
in this world seems to matter.

Because I love to watch her do simple,
everyday things that people find boring.

Sipping coffee, which is sacred to her.

Or… watching her dry after her shower,

watching her put her makeup on…

watching her sleep.

Damn.

That's the most beautiful sight
in this world.

And I never seem to get tired of it.
The opposite, in fact.

I've become addicted.

-Oops. That sounded really cheesy.
-Somewhat.

Okay. Julia Number Two,

please tell me
how you know you're in love.

Because when Minerva told me
about this crazy plan of hers,

I didn't run away.

I don't believe there's one thing
in particular that proves you're in love.

Personally, it's all those little things.

Those moments when suddenly,
you're filled with joy.

When everything around you
just seems right.

And, no matter where I go,
I can still smell her perfume.

And when every song I hear on the radio…
always reminds me of her.

Ah, in the sunlight…

And because I'm overwhelmed
by a feeling of happiness,

simply by being there,

beside her in her bed.

And since the moment I met her,
I feel complete.

And for other reasons.
Well, let's just say that's pornographic.

Oh.

How embarrassing.

Her. She's the real Julia.

-I think so too.
-Um…

Julia, why don't you come join us?

That's impossible…
because I'm Julia's virtual replica.

No. I don't believe it.

So?

Any more indiscreet questions?

Do you know what time it is
in the Philippines? Guess.

It's 6:00 a.m.
You see that orange thing over there?

So, Oswaldo, maybe you can explain to me

what the hell is going on,
and why do you keep calling me?!

Orduña says that he's ready to sell.

What if they talk about something
only they would know about?

Because no matter how much data
you give Roxán, she can't know everything.

There are several obvious options
available to us.

The most obvious and simplest one…
lack of coverage… and no more signal.

Hey? I can't hear…

-Willy?
-Hello? Waldo? I can't hear you.

Roxán, who is Orduña?

José Manuel Orduña, 83 years old, Mexican.

President of the Telixa company.

One of the biggest tech companies
in Latin America.

Currently, he's ill.

In advanced stages of lymphatic cancer.

For many years now,

Falcón has been attempting
to buy 18% of the company

to take overall control.

Okay. Show more enthusiasm.

Are you kidding me, Waldo?
Are you fucking kidding me?

-We're gonna make history!
-History man!

-We're gonna make history!
-History!

The old man retires,
and now he's finally ready to negotiate.

I've already had a few talks with him.

He's had a few other offers,

but I think
we're his best option right now.

Go ahead and sign.
What are you waiting for?

Sign!

I'm gonna be staying here.
Just a little while.

You gotta be kidding me.

Did you get hit on the head by a coconut?
You gotta come.

If we sign this deal, Willy,

we're gonna be way ahead of over half
the tech companies across the world.

The old man says
that he'll only deal with you.

-Willy? Where are you? I can't see.
-What if signal doesn't work?

What if the person never stops calling,

or they ask to move to the lobby
for a better signal?

If that happens,
we'll make the conversation personal.

We'll use intimate details.

When you share something intimate,

you are creating
the foundation for empathy.

So, everything professional
is forgotten about.

I can't make it.

Things are pretty bad with Mimi.
I think we're over.

Over? What do you mean?
You guys were perfect.

We were fighting, and I lost my cool.

I told her she was never the love
of my life and that everybody knew.

And that being with her
was like a sacrifice.

That our marriage was the confluence
of mutual orphanhood.

Like symbiosis in nature documentaries.

-Nature documentaries? You said that?
-Mm.

Literally. And I didn't stop at that.

I became angry…

I said that ever since we were married,
it's gone to shit.

That before, life was incredible.

But then she insisted
on becoming Mrs. Guillermo Falcón.

She got obsessed with lying on the sofa,
sitting around in her pajamas.

And all the magic just vanished.

Yeah, but you know…

that's just the way things are
in a marriage.

Do you wanna know
the part I really enjoyed?

When I'd go surprise her
outside the agency.

I'd take a room
at the hotel across the street,

and she'd tell them
she wasn't feeling well

so she could come meet me.

And we'd fuck all day. It was beautiful.

I know what you mean, Willy.

Remember, it was me you used
as an excuse with your wife.

I'd give anything
to go back to those days.

I hear you. Yeah.

I swear, I get it.

But all we need is one day. Huh?

You take your jet, you come here,
and you close the deal with Orduña.

-Roxán?
-One day, one hour, and you go back.

Double the drama.

Do you think I give a fuck
about Orduña right now?

Roxán, time to go all in.

Do you know what we should do now?

Sell it all. Don't buy.

Sell it. Falcom & Falcom Enterprises.

Then we can go build schools
and dig wells in the Third World.

We can establish agricultural co-ops,
things that really matter.

Forget I said anything. Just forget it.

Forget Orduña and concentrate on Mimi.

I'll take care of everything.

I'll talk with him. Huh? Okay?

One more thing.

He said he won't sell
unless BJ3 is part of the deal.

Willy? Willy?

Roxán, I need you to search
across all of Falcón's companies

for a match with BJ3.

I'm sorry.

I don't have any information
on BJ3 in my database.

Check for matches
in recent financial operations or funds.

I have found no matches or references.

Check under patent names or software.

Check for the initials BJ3.
Also check for BJ1 and 2.

I have found no matches or references.

-Shut it down.
-This is driving me crazy. Fuck!

What's going on?

Why did you run off
and leave me with a needle?

I left you because I can't stand you.

Because my entire body rejects you
with such violence

that I found it impossible
to keep the Hippocratic Oath.

Because I cannot forget

that you are the monster
that destroyed my family.

The monster who condemned us
to living behind closed curtains,

not knowing if we were alive or dead.

While you were serving your time in jail,

in a place that seemed
more like a holiday camp for Boy Scouts.

But that's not all.
You murdered my sister.

She had her entire life in front of her.

And then you destroyed my life too.

I tried to control myself.

I just wanted to believe
that I could forget.

But it's impossible.
Because, Max, I hate you.

But I need

Jack to tell you

That I love you…

Because you make me sick.

Because every cell and every
bone in my body is screaming,

"Asia, run away from him. He's a disease."

But I'm locked inside here with you.

And I have no choice but to endure
the waves of nausea when you walk past me.

Or when I think
that I'm breathing the same air as you.

Or when I have to stitch up your eye,
and you're an inch from my face.

And I can feel your breath.

Your skin against mine
and the smell of your sweat.

In a rainbow…

And I have to swallow
the repulsion rising inside.

You should have died,
disintegrated on the surface.

But instead of that, you're down here,

to destroy my fucking life all over again.