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Dad?

Juan.

Juan.

What are you doing here?

Why are you up? Go back to bed.

I was waiting for you. What happened?

Nothing. There was a fight at work.

Were you hurt? Are you okay?

No, I'm fine. Don't worry.

But you have to keep this a secret, okay?

You said we shouldn't keep secrets.

This is different, Juan.

You don't want Mom to worry, do you?

Then promise... you won't tell anyone.

- Promise? - Yeah.

Okay, then. Get to bed.

All right.

THE CRYSTAL CUCKOO

Female, severe chest trauma from a fall down the stairs.

- Oxygen level? - 80.

One, two, three.

Chest asymmetry, shortness of breath.

- Tension pneumothorax? - We need X-rays.

Ma'am? Can you hear me?

Shit, we're losing her.

A needle, 14 or 16. Gauze.

- Shouldn't we alert Dr. Munoz? - No time. It's a collapsed lung.

- But we aren't allowed. - I don't care.

- Second intercostal space. - Got it.

Chest tube.

Clara?

Clara, are you okay?

Are you okay? Clara?

Eyes on the ball, okay, Carlos?

Okay.

Good job.

- Oh! - Sorry.

Oh, no!

- Over here! - Ronaldo takes it. Watch the tunnel...

- Two against one. - Shoot!

- You got it. The tunnel! Oh! - Goal!

Soccer players, aren't you hungry?

- No, Juan. - Hey.

Watch it with the cookies. Juan, grab one each at a time.

- There's plenty. - Yeah.

- Fine. - Want one?

Yeah.

- Me too. - So good.

- What happened with the coffee machine? - It broke, for good.

We'll have to buy another one.

And the bar doesn't make that much, so...

With this month's expenses, we're screwed.

Mom.

You used a bad word.

True, you did use a bad word, huh?

You're right. That was wrong.

- Here, Juan, want one? - Sure.

- Me too. - Shit.

- Hurry up, dammit! - Coming!

- Anyone inside? - Yeah, there might be.

Hey, man, where are the firefighters?

- On the way. - On the way?

Rafa!

- What happened? - My uncle might be inside.

- Is he okay? Did you call him? - He won't pick up.

- That's Luisa's car. Shit. - Yeah.

Luisa!

Miguel, wait.

Gabriel!

Luisa!

Anybody here?

Anyone here?

Miguel, let's go!

Miguel, come on.

- Luisa! - Let's go!

No... Goddammit, man!

Miguel!

Miguel!

Luisa!

Let's go, Miguel! Come on!

There's someone in there!

I'm going in.

Miguel, no!

- Shit! - Luisa!

- She's in there! - Let's go!

Now! Let's go!

Let's get out of here!

Bring those two hoses to the back.

More hose, please!

Miguel? Rafa?

Only one body.

In the master bedroom, like you said.

Know who it might be?

Yeah.

Luisa Iribarri.

Talk to your uncle, Rafa.

Hey, do you want to get out of here?

Clara.

Clara.

Do you hear me?

Time to wake up. Come on.

Good. You've been in and out of consciousness for two days.

Do you know where you are?

- Cardiac ICU? - That's right.

At the state hospital. I'm Dr. Manuel Rubio.

How long have I been here?

A month.

Clara, do you hear me?

You had cardiomyopathy with severe ventricular dysfunction.

- No signs until the heart attack. - Clear!

- Charge. - Clara, don't fuck with me!

They couldn't restart your heart.

Clear!

Their only option was to induce a coma and connect you to a life-support machine.

I operated on you when a donor came along.

You'll be under observation for a few weeks.

Once you go home, we'll follow up to watch for rejection.

- Hello. - Hello.

Want me to cook something, or should we order Italian?

- Italian is always good. - I knew it.

Hey, did you take your pills?

- I will now. - Great.

You know what Carmen told me

about a patient who woke up from an induced coma?

Carmen always exaggerates, but go ahead.

Yeah, that's true.

So anyway, this girl woke up and told her what she saw.

Do you know what it was?

- She had tentacles coming out her mouth. - What? Gross.

Yeah, gross. That's creepy.

My stitches itch a lot.

- Don't touch them! - Yeah, I know.

Leave them alone.

I wonder whose it is.

The heart?

I mean, who cares?

It's an organ. It pumps your blood, right?

There you go. It's yours.

Right. In theory, it's fine, but... having it inside me is another story.

- Somebody died for me to be here. - You're looking at it the wrong way.

This is... a second chance at life.

So enjoy it. Make it worth living.

- Kind of dramatic, I know, but... - Very.

- You know what I mean. - I do.

Okay.

You weren't close with Luisa, right?

Who, me? No.

My mom and my uncle don't get along.

Oh.

If my mother saw me talking to him, she'd cut me out of her will.

Luisa was Basque.

They got married there.

But I don't think she was speaking to her family.

Her family's waiting on the autopsy to bury her.

They weren't doing well.

She took sleeping pills.

Hooked on benzos.

My wife's a pharmacist.

I learn things.

That's Ribo, right?

Pull up. Stop the car.

That motherfucker.

Put that away, or the foxes will see it.

Holy shit. What's up, Miguel?

Zipper, please.

What did you do to Gema?

Me? Nothing.

Nothing? We talked about it, right? Didn't I warn you?

I said nothing happened, dammit.

Your wife was at the ER

with broken fingers and bruises on her face.

- You think that's okay? - She said that?

- Yeah. Calm down. - Jesus Christ!

- Calm down-- - That fucking whore--

Calm down, you hear me?

- You don't know her. - Shh!

Calm down.

Are you going to lay a hand on her again? Huh? Are you?

No, I won't.

- I can't hear you. - I won't.

I won't.

It's not that hard, is it?

Unbelievable.

You can't handle your liquor, Ribo.

Get out of here.

- Hello. Good morning. - Hi, Miguel. How are you?

How's it going?

Gabriel.

Good morning, Miguel.

- Got a moment? - Sure. Want coffee?

- No, thanks. - Take a seat.

How are you holding up? I'm sorry about your wife.

Thank you.

I'm here about the fire. To complete the report.

Of course.

You got married in the Basque Country.

She didn't have much of a relationship with her family.

Is that for the report?

No. Excuse my manners.

We need to know whether we should notify anyone else.

Miguel, look...

My wife could be tough to handle, you know?

Right.

She had a problem with alcohol and pills.

These last few months, she wasn't herself.

She yelled at me and said hurtful things. We were taking some time apart.

It wasn't the first time.

I tell my students that... in nature, things are simple.

It's human beings that are complicated.

Did you leave her, or did she leave you?

Does that matter?

I was crazy about her, Miguel.

But I needed space every now and then.

You'd leave so she could think?

I have everything I need for now. Thanks a lot.

Very nice.

You like it?

It's a cuckoo.

Know what makes cuckoos so special?

They're a parasitic species.

They lay their eggs in other birds' nests so another mother will raise them.

Not only do they invade a nest that's not theirs,

but the cuckoo hatchlings kill the rest of the chicks.

Cruel, right?

At the same time, it's a wonderful example of survival.

MEASURING... 85 BPM

MEASURING... 120 BPM

Hey.

Hiya.

So? How are you?

How much did you do?

- Hour and a half. - Oh, good.

No arrhythmia, but I still get dizzy when I run.

- Well, be patient. - I know.

Don't beat yourself up.

- How are you? - Good. Exhausted.

It's freezing out.

Hey, did you talk to your friend?

No.

You're such a bad liar.

I said no. Leave me alone, Clara.

Come on, tell me.

I'm exhausted after my shift. We had seven patients. I'm beat.

Don't make excuses. Tell me.

Hey, give me a break.

- Can I pee in peace? Thanks. - Sorry.

- Clara, that's confidential information. - Really confidential, sure.

Tell me, whose heart is it?

It's been five months.

Soon, you'll be back at work, back to your life.

Why don't you let it be?

Because I can't, Moni.

I really need to know.

Listen, my friend is risking a lot for us.

I know.

I know your donor is male.

Okay, what else?

Do we have a name? Anything else?

No.

Well, I know how he died.

Traffic accident.

But in Spain, donors are anonymous.

So I'm really sorry, but you'll never know who your donor was.

Or will I?

How?

TRAFFIC ACCIDENTS SPAIN SEPTEMBER 27

FATAL MOTORCYCLE ACCIDENT IN VILLARTA DE SAN JUAN

YOUNG MAN INVOLVED IN ACCIDENT ON LA CORTE HIGHWAY DIES

Moni.

- What is it? - Are you awake?

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

- Cold ischemia. - What?

A heart has to be kept at between 39 and 46 degrees

the whole way from the donor to the recipient.

So the donor must have died between September 26 and 27.

That fits with my surgery.

And we know he was a man. You told me.

Right, yeah.

These are the people who died in accidents that week.

There's a woman. She's out.

Another woman, same.

A 57-year-old man, we can rule him out...

Why? People can donate until they're 60.

Right, but all of them died on the spot. All of them.

Sure. No time to harvest organs.

That's right. So my donor must have died in the hospital,

with enough time for removal.

So there's only one match.

He died in the hospital two days after his accident.

His name was Carlos Ferrer.

I got a phone number.

You're nuts.

Totally nuts.

Santos Restaurant. Hello?

Hi. I'd like to talk to Marta. Marta Ruiz.

Sure, just a moment.

Boss, the phone's for you.

Okay.

Hello? Who's this?

Hi. My name is Clara.

Look, we don't know each other.

And... I know this is very weird.

Well, sorry, it's just that...

In fact, I shouldn't have called you. Sorry.

- But you did call. - Yes.

I'd like to know if your son Carlos was an organ donor.

How do you know my son? How do you know where I work?

I saw it in an article where they mentioned your restaurant.

Sorry, I don't understand any of this.

Who are you? What's this about?

A few months ago, I had a heart transplant.

No.

Look, I don't mean to upset you. I just...

Well, I'd like to know more about Carlos.

- I'm really grateful. - No, I don't want to talk. I'm sorry.

It's okay. I'll leave you my number. Call me if you change your mind.

655-347-437.

Did you get it?

Hello?

Everyone's talking about the fire.

They are, huh?

Did you know Gabriel and Luisa had separated?

Well, they had a complicated relationship.

Complicated.

It wasn't the first time they split up...

Why didn't I know?

What is it?

Nothing.

Well, maybe this means my wife

is better than me at my job.

- For sure. - Oh, yeah?

I judge people more harshly than you.

- No. - Yes.

No...

Wait.

- Coming. - No, really?

THANK YOU FOR YOUR VISIT

- Hello? - Clara?

Yes.

Hi, this is Marta, Carlos's mother.

Oh, Marta... thanks for calling.

Can you give me a second?

- Sure. - Just a second. Okay.

- Who is it? - I'll tell you later.

I'm all set, Marta. Sorry.

Hello.

Hi.

Do you really have my son's heart?

I think so.

And what do you want?

To be honest, I don't know.

To talk to you, to know what Carlos was like,

and to thank the family.

How old are you? You sound young.

Twenty-six.

Like him.

Look, I've been thinking it over all night and...

The thing is, I'd like to meet you.

I live in a small town called Yesques. I don't know if you've heard of it.

Would you like to come here?

For me to go to...?

Yeah. That way we could talk about Carlos and...

It's his birthday next week.

We'll be scattering his ashes in the woods.

If you came, it'd be a way of having him with us.

I see.

I don't know, Marta, I don't...

I don't know. I'd have to think about it.

Yes, of course, I don't...

I don't want to pressure you.

If you can't come, it's okay. I understand.

No, it's not that, really. It's...

I just... Let me think about it.

Of course.

Think it over. Keep my number just in case, okay?

All right.

Bye, Marta.

Bye, Clara.

You don't know those people.

What do you know about that family? And her?

She just lost her son. You might make things worse.

She's the one who asked.

She wants me to be there for his farewell. It was her idea.

I think it's super weird. Really.

You're the one always telling me to take risks,

experience new things, and get out of my bubble.

Don't use me as your excuse. For real.

It'll just be a couple of days. Okay?

I'll call you and tell you everything. I'll be fine.

Besides, I looked the place up online.

It's really cute.

Really cute? Clara, you're out of your mind!

Hello?

Clara.

Marta.

- We meet at last. - Yes.

Come on in, or you'll freeze.

Where's your suitcase?

In the car. I booked an apartment.

I don't want to trouble you.

Don't be silly, please.

You're not spending money while I have this big house.

- I feel bad. - Nonsense.

Stay with me and keep me company.

- Let's get your suitcase. - Okay.

So, tell me about you, or I'll do all the talking.

I'm a doctor, in my first year as a resident.

Really? What specialty?

Internal medicine.

- Do you like it? - Love it.

- I can't imagine doing anything else. - That's admirable.

I've spent my life in hospitals.

Right.

- You must have seen all sorts of things. - I have.

That's Miguel, my husband.

He left us years ago.

- I'm sorry. - It's okay.

Carlos's room is upstairs, but I'm still going through his things.

Yours is over here. This way.

It belongs to Juan, my eldest.

You'll have to excuse the mess.

No, don't worry.

Is there a town festival? I saw a sign.

Yeah, the tamborada.

The annual celebration.

Is it like a carnival or...

Call it a carnival at your own peril.

But yes. It's this weekend.

Stay if you want. You'll like it.

- Okay. - You've got some towels there, and...

- I'd like to show you something. - Sure.

This is my Carlos.

He had osteogenesis imperfecta.

Brittle bone disease.

He was very fragile.

Always was.

Oh, my little boy.

I'm so glad you came.

Me too.

Thank you, Sara.

- Thanks for coming. Miriam. - Get some rest.

I'm going to say hi.

Rafa.

- Thank you for coming. - Of course.

I'm Rafael.

- Clara. Nice to meet you. - Likewise.

There's Juan.

CIVIL GUARD

Hi, Mom.

Son.

Rafa.

Thank you.

- Son, this is Clara, the girl... - Yeah, I figured.

Hi.

Welcome.

Shall we?

Let's do this.

It's okay.

That family's gone through a lot.

Too much.

Marta told me.

Right, then.

Best to leave the past alone, right?

I lost my parents too. I know how hard it is.

Is that what they told you?

That he died?

Yes.

Miguel was like a brother to me.

I said goodbye to him 18 years ago.

At the end of a shift.

And I never saw him again.

I'm sorry.

He disappeared.

A neighbor found his car on a forest road.

We never knew what happened.

I don't understand. Why aren't you looking for my husband?

We just need to know a bit more about Miguel. That's all.

About Miguel?

Rafa, I haven't heard from my husband in four days.

- Yes, I know. - Four days!

Did your husband know Silvia Luna?

- What? - Did he know her?

Of course. So did I.

She's from here. How could I not?

What's this about?

You're Juan and Carlos, right?

Miguel's sons.

Do you want one?

Yeah.

You don't?

Don't you want one?

Did you notice anything about Dad?

Anything different?

- Marta. - What's this? I don't believe it.

What are you doing?

Leave my kids alone, you hear me?

Come on, honey. Let's go.

Juan. Come on.

Let's go.

- We want to help. - Yeah, right.

Marta.

Let's go.

Come on, Juan.

THE SECRET HISTORY OF YESQUES

Victor!

What do I always say, huh? Don't cross the road.

You're in trouble now, okay?

Come and have your snack quietly.

Enough with the ball.

You scared me, Jesus!

Time for your snack, okay?

And don't move, please.

Here. It's ham.

There you go.

Where's your sister?

Where's my child?

Manuela.

Manuela!

Manuela!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Manuela!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Subtitle translation by: Soledad Etchemendy