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Good morning.

Good morning.

What are you doing?

Filming.

Why?

To remember you before you turn into a wild animal.

Where are you going?

To see Tristán.

He was up before us, I guess...

Compared to you, Ava Gardner was a hamster.

What are you saying?

Tristán, come. There! Good boy!

Oscar, are you doing that all day?

Stop that. - No.

Stop filming.

What are you doing?

Breathing you in.

How do you feel?

I'm having an anxiety attack.

Yeah, me to. Try to breathe.

You just reeled in the biggest fucking deal ever for this office.

Go and celebrate.

Alright.

We did it!

Keep cool, they’re still there.

-There? -Back there, yeah. We did it, girl.

We did it.

We did it.

We're the queens of the world!

With me: Take that and stuff it down your pipe!

For God’s sake, how many people were in there?

Who was the vintage Brit?

-The British investor guy? -No, Katia. Hands off Satch and Trust!

Precisely that one handed me two cards. Business...

And pleasure.

Room 302?

No. You’re not going, you’re not!

Wait, it's Oscar... -Alex!

Sweetheart, I'm putting you on the speaker.

How did it go?

Well, good.

Your wife just sold a skyscraper for 311 million euros!

And your wife's partner.

Yes! I told you, didn’t I?

Don't bridge the crisis with nothing but renovation jobs, I said!

I’m so proud of you both! I love you very much.

Well, Alex I love a bit more... - I love you too, darling.

How are you? How is Frankfurt? Are your meetings over?

Yes. I just came down to have something at the hotel bar.

So I'll let you go. I can hear people, are you with...

Can you take it off speakerphone for a sec?

OK, love, I'm listening.

Sure.

I'd like that.

Me too.

What did he say?

Nothing...

Party time!

How about we open a bottle of wine at my place?

Are you kidding? It's party time!

Yes?

Is this Oscar León’s residence?

Yes. Who’s calling?

Are you his wife?

Yes, speaking. What is it?

I’m from the police.

We just found your husband’s car.

It’s at a pier, in the Albufera.

There’s a body inside. We think it could be him.

Excuse me?

We need you to identify him.

No, listen... This is a mistake. My husband's in Frankfurt.

I just talked to him tonight, so it can't be.

Either way, we need you to come.

Yes, sure. Of course.

Hi, I'm Oscar Leon. Leave a message.

Honey,

I just got a phone call from the police.

They say they found your car in Albufera with a body in it.

Call me back.

Oscar Leon. Leave a message.

I don’t even know which hotel. Call me.

Oscar Leon. Leave a message.

Oscar, please, wake up.

They called me to identify your body! Call me, will you?

Oscar Leon. Leave a message.

Oscar Leon. Leave a message.

Oscar Leon. Leave a message.

THE PIER

Hello.

My name’s Alejandra Leyva. I was asked to identify a body?

Mrs Leyva, I’m Lieutenant Conrado.

Nice to meet you.

This way, please.

Thanks for coming at this hour.

No worries, ready when you are...

This is Mrs Leyva, the wife of...

Nice to meet you.

Mrs. Leyva...

The moment they lifted the sheet and I saw it was Oscar,

I couldn't just say 'it's him' and leave again. So...

I don’t know, I stayed there, just staring for a while...

Staring at what?

I don’t know, maybe something that could make me say: it’s not him.

But it was him.

So I said nothing.

His toe nail was painted blue...

turquoise.

What?

I don’t know.

Mrs Leyva...

It’s him.

It’s my husband.

What happened?

He died from carbon monoxide poisoning.

Where?

On a pier in the Albufera.

An accident?

No. I’m afraid not

It seems your husband inserted a rubber tube into the exhaust pipe

and then through the car window.

We believe your husband committed suicide.

But he's in Frankfurt.

He rang me last night and I heard people speaking German. He’s in Frankfurt.

Well, listen, if he was planning to take his life, it’s normal he lied.

I’m really sorry.

Oh, girl...

Don't.

I should be comforting you, but I can’t.

He was my friend too. Why would he do such a thing?

I don’t know.

But when he called did he say something strange?

No.

Right now I can only think of the last time I saw him.

I was taking a shower and he was brushing his teeth.

Alex, I’m leaving for the airport.

The tie.

Know what the last thing I told him was?

What?

Lose that tie.

That he had to change his tie.

The tie. It's no good.

It must have been horrible.

It looked awful.

He gave me a kiss through the glass.

Want to see something?

Do you need help to finish it?

The city boy has no clue how to fix a hose.

Sir, mind fixing the hose?

Sure thing...

The car. Latest model.

Maybe it’s a bit early for lunch today, isn’t it?

You may be right.

Careful!

Don’t put anything about his bereaved wife or the extreme unction or whatever.

No, listen, write:

"Your wife will always love you, wherever you are."

Right. Elegant and concise. Centered, large print, bold.

Don’t write anything like

"Pray for him." No cross in the middle or anything.

We’re Lutherans.

Thank you. Print it tomorrow, alright?

Alex, I’m leaving for the airport.

Feeling any better?

Yes.

We need to get Oscar’s suit ready and take it to the funeral parlor.

Do you want me to choose it?

No, I’ll do it.

How couldn’t I notice he wanted to die?

Oh, sweetheart...

What goes on in someone else’s head is a mystery.

Even if it's your husband, the one sleeping next to you every night.

It’s impossible to know.

I'll go look for some shoes.

How about these, honey?

No, those hurt him.

Only on long walks, though.

With all this, I forgot: I got the skyscraper.

Really?

So that’s what's behind the flowers.

"I’m so proud of you.

We’ll celebrate it in Paris.

I bought tickets to the Rolling Stones.

No schedules. No phones. Just you and me. I love you. Oscar"

Isn't it strange?

Someone plans a trip and sends flowers but then kills himself?

Certainly, it doesn’t seem logical.

Look, yesterday several locals saw your husband in a bar in the village.

Seems he was drinking and then he bought a bottle.

That was about 8 PM.

Later, seems he went to the car and drank more than a half a bottle.

We found it in the car.

No, it can’t be, Oscar didn’t drink.

Not like that I mean. He just didn’t.

He'd get dizzy.

The other day we had some drinks and I had to drive.

There were no injuries on his palate,

so it seems nobody forced him to swallow anything.

There’s no trace of narcotics in his blood either.

No sign of violence or a fight, nothing.

You don’t understand. Oscar wasn't depressed.

He was alright. Yesterday he rang and asked me...

Can you take it off speakerphone for a sec?

I’d like to have a baby with you.

Wouldn’t you like it, if someone were to say:

"Look, that skyscraper. my mommy built it”...

Sure.

I'd like that.

I had an abortion some years ago.

Because we couldn’t fit a child into our lives.

But we were getting on fine.

We were fine.

Why would he want a baby if he was planning to kill himself?

It just... doesn’t make any sense, can’t you understand? It doesn’t.

My wife wanted us to buy a dog.

But it didn't help either.

Look, don’t look for logic in his last hours

because there can't be any.

I know this is worse than an accident.

Because of all the open questions.

OK but let's try and understand: I’ll write down the florist’s address.

I’ll get the movement log of his cell phone signal.

And anything you may have or remember, please call me.

Did he leave a note, anything?

These are his personal items.

My husband only had this cell phone.

This isn’t his.

It may be for his job.

Many people have two.

My deepest sympathy... the accident is a tragedy.

Fran...

Forgive me for coming like this.

The bastard... I'm a wreck... I'm so sorry.

Alex, we’re deeply sorry.

Thanks.

I’m so sorry, Alex.

I don’t know what to say.

It’s fine, sweetheart.

Did you get any sleep? -No.

Ada, could you get me some water from the machine there?

Sure.

Come here.

What is it?

Oscar had two phones.

I didn’t dare check yet.

Where are they? -Here.

Did you access it?

Password.

He used only one, just in case. -Try it.

Birthday? Anniversary...?

I didn't try that yet.

Damn.

Do you have the PUK?

Katia, I didn’t even know he had this phone!

No. Alex, what’re you doing? No, you can’t do that, Alex.

She’s shattered...

Let’s give her a minute to say goodbye, please, some intimacy.

Please.

Please, let’s back up...

Check his last calls.

Who are all these people?

Let's check for photos, videos...

Good morning.

What are you doing?

Filming.

Why?

To remember you before you turn into a wild animal.

Where are you going?

Alejandra, sweetheart.

My condolences, I'm truly sorry.

Thank you.

I think she needs a minute.

Compared to you, Ava Gardner was a hamster.

Stop it. -No.

Stop filming me.

Your mother in law, your mother in law.

Alejandra, sweetheart...

What happened? -Maria Luisa.

He was a good boy, how could he do this to us?

I'm sorry, I'll be right back.

Not bad for an anniversary present, was it?

You're gorgeous after coming.

Really?

Yes, your eyes shine.

My eyes shine?

Let me see.

Yours don’t.

They don't?

No, you’re more into rouge.

Stop, Alex. Not now...

Then when, Katia? After the cremation? When?

There’s something better than weed before a shag.

Really? -Yes.

Know what it is? -No I don't.

Smoking weed afterwards.

I can't believe this.

Alejandra, his wife, has written some words to bid my brother Oscar farewell

after this tragic accident.

I remember...

your colorful socks,

with giraffes and panda bears.

Your wristbands on the bedside table

made of weathered leather that you never wore any more.

Billie Holiday’s record you'd play on Sundays.

The blanket on the sofa and when I was asleep and you

would scribble with a marker 'I love you' on my back.

The trip to France...

sandwiches on wooden tables by the roadside.

And how you once fixed the...

rear view mirror with my stockings.

All those memories are the photographs of our happiness.

One moment please.

Just a sec...

I want to make something clear.

Because I heard repeatedly this morning that Oscar had an accident and...

it’s just not true.

Oscar committed suicide.

He inserted a rubber tube

into the exhaust pipe of his car and killed himself.

He killed himself.

I think that's important. -They don't need to know.

Alex.

I'm putting you on the speaker.

How did it go?

Well, good!

your wife just sold a skyscraper for 311 million euros!

Yes!

Yes! I told you, didn’t I?

Don't bridge the crisis with nothing but renovation jobs, I said!

Geez, I’m so proud of you both! I love you very much.

Well, Alex I love a bit more... -I love you too.

How's Frankfurt? Are your meetings over?

Yes. I just came down to have something at the hotel bar.

Ah, I'll let you go. I can hear people, are you with...

No, Alex, wait. Can you take it off speakerphone for a sec?

OK, love, I'm listening.

I’d like to have a baby with you.

Wouldn’t you like someone to say some time -

"Look, that skyscraper. My mommy built it”...?

Sure.

I'd like that.

I love you so much.

Me too.

I thought you weren’t coming back...

Where are you tossing the ashes, Alex?

Far, Mom. Far.

Can we close the hood so I can smoke a decent cigarette?

No, I need some air...

OK, fine. Then I’ll smoke them in pairs.

Do you smoke?

Of course the girl doesn't smoke, Mom.

Their generation eats lactose-free, gluten-free and no one smokes.

But I do, so hand it over.

There...

Are you serious about going to the Albufera?

Totally.

What for, Alex?

That woman needs to know that her lover died.

What woman? - Oscar's lover.

You don’t need to tell anyone! What are you saying?

Yes I do. She may be waiting for his call or they were arguing...

What do I know? But she has a right to know!

So I'll call her.

How can you say that on the phone?

Exactly like they told you.

So a lover gets more consideration than a widow?

If Alex doesn’t know why he committed suicide, maybe she does...

He had no issues with Alex but maybe he did with her.

Maybe we did since every Thursday he went away to fuck with her!

But don’t you see you can’t go?

They beat you down once and you ask for more? Stop it.

Just drive and leave me be. -No I'm turning around.

No you won't. Then stop the car. - I am not!

Stop the car, for fuck’s sake.

Where are you going?

Alex? Come back to the car.

Alex,

I won’t back off. -Go back to the car, let me.

Where are you going?

Let me go.

I know this has all been too fast,

but you need to get over it and not lose your mind.

And how do you do that, Katia? Tell me.

All I know is my husband would never have committed suicide.

But maybe that pot-smoking, hippy woman knows.

Because I don’t know who he was anymore.

Forget about it. It doesn’t matter.

It may not matter to you.

Always screwing married men.

But it matters to me. I was his wife.

We’re not talking about me right now. Be fair.

Then give me something, Katia.

Right now, I can only think that my life was a lie.

Who was Oscar?

You tell me, as his friend. Who was my husband?

A fucker? A beach womanizer? A compulsive stalker?

Who was he?

You liked women, didn’t you, Oscar?

Well, you’ll be fine here, sweetheart.

You can watch all the chicks in their bikinis, and their tits,

glue yourself to their thighs, you bad boy...

You naughty boy, you don't do such a thing...

It's not nice, it's not right...

You must be strong, my love.

You must be strong, you’ll make it.

I have to speak to her.

I must speak to her.

Do you know where this is?

Down that way...

I’m a little tired, I’m going to bed.

I must talk to her.

What will you say?

That Oscar committed suicide.

That her whim of fucking my husband has destroyed me.

And that it’s so bad I can’t even mourn

the death of the person who mattered most to me.

And tell her to her face that I'm his wife.

Are you alright?

Sorry but I was over by the reeds and heard you scream and...

I'm sorry.

Sometimes I need to scream to get rid of it.

I just got some awful news.

And I wanted to get it out of my system but...

it won’t go away.

It’s stuck in here,

and it won’t go away.

The love of my life is dead.

I have to let him go somehow.

The problem is...

I’m going to miss him a lot.

After so many years together.

Tristán.

Excuse me.

How many years?

Eight.

Eight years.

Sorry, I’m telling you all this and don’t even know who you are.

Martina.

I'm Veronica.

What are you doing here?