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Hey!

It's my car.

Sure.

I was bathing and...

Hop in.

I... I was in the water...

and I see them...

taking everything!

Car keys, ID, wallet, cell phone.

I can't even call my wife.

Maybe it's a sign.

A sign that I shouldn't have drunk that sweet liqueur.

A business dinner you know. I got a bit tipsy.

They're Germans. -"Tipsy", eh?

OK, so I was drunk. There. So I wanted to take a dip in the ocean.

Freshen up a bit.

But then I said, if I bathe in my underwear, I'll get the car seats wet.

So I go, OK...

It's only logical if I...go naked.

Seems completely logical to me.

Uh oh, this guy's escaping... you take him.

It's OK.

We're home, buddy...

Let's go... Here we go...

You live here?

I'll go get you something.

It's pretty large so it should fit.

-Thanks so much. -And I found these, too.

-Thanks again. -No worries.

A drink?

Glass of milk to sober up?

That would be great.

So where can I...?

Wherever you want.

Off you go!

Doesn't the fridge warm up a lot in summer?

Yes.

It absolutely does, yes.

But that way I use it more.

You mean the porch? -Right.

And one should.

Very often we forget what we've got.

Let's say you have a terrace, or a gorgeous garden,

and you wind up using twice a year maybe when guests visit.

So I put my fridge out here.

And I use it all the time.

Whether to get some water or...

a glass of milk...

I have all this to myself.

It's all right here, and no one is using it.

So this is really...

the nicest room in the house.

Like it?

Alex.

So, did you tell her? -What exactly?

What do you mean?

That you're Oscar's wife.

That because of their damn affair you can't even mourn your husband!

All that we came here for.

No, I didn't tell her.

So...what did you talk about?

She said it's 8 years they've been together.

But I'm much better now. Let's go.

-Are you OK? -I am.

C'mon!

This woman... she's very attractive, sensual...

What are you trying to say?

Nothing. Just that I understand the attraction. Physically.

That's not the question, hon'.

Just because I like a guy from down the street or the gym

doesn't mean I'll start a double life with him. Or triple...

Mom, what I'm saying is, I know Oscar loved me.

Get it? He loved me to pieces, to the bone... I can see you, Mom!

I don't care if you make faces, I know what I know.

So there's no doubt it was a purely physical attraction.

Understand -Of course... it's possible.

Maybe he was one of those guys who need to make love

3 or 4 times a day, right?

Like some... Michael Douglas type, know what I mean?

It's an addiction like any other. There's scientific studies about it.

But you two had a sex life, too, right? I just don't get it.

So maybe we didn't make love exactly how the two of them would...

A purely sexual attraction.

For eight years...

Alex, darling...

You got me worried. You don't pick up the phone...

I'm sorry, Mom.

Are you taking tranquilizers?

No, it's only caffeine. I need to concentrate.

How long have you not slept?

What do I know, 20, 30 hours...

It's that... I found out Oscar's email password.

I've printed out all his mails and whatsapp messages.

Here is his correspondence with her - these over here are with me.

These are all his trips, plain tickets...

trips of us two together, of him and her...

With me he'd do city trips, with her it was nature...

Seems he liked to hike, scuba dive even...

Sit down for a sec.

If you're going to tell me I'm obsessed: don't.

I know that already. But I need answers.

Of course you do.

A Greek philosopher once said - Sokrates, or one of the sophists -

either way, what he said was:

When you run into a problem, look inside yourself first.

Some kind of poor man's yoga or what? -No, just that when something hurts so bad,

it usually comes from inside.

-I don't know what you mean. -Wait, stay.

You're trying to decipher a marriage of 15 years

by labeling your husband as if he were a "sex addict",

sifting through his messages, tickets, photos. It won't solve a thing.

But I need to understand it! If not, there's no way I can cope.

This one, for instance -

"March 23rd, 2017.

At the airport on my way out but miss making love to you already."

That's Oscar...

to me. March 24th, the next day. In Greece. With her. Look at his face.

He's in love.

But this picture is 2 weeks later, with me.

Look at his face.

There, too, he's in love!

It's the same face.

Look, here.

This day here...

This was a wonderful day.

This way! -It's raining cats and dogs!

Run!

Thank God you bought this incredibly ugly sweater

that I am going to put on right now!

What are you looking at?

-What happened? -I hit myself. It really hurts.

It hurts? Let me see.

Look at me.

I want you to draw all the pain right onto the tip of my finger.

Get ready, because it will disappear.

"We were about to make love in the car, like two teenagers."

And then he writes "hahaha", and some smilies.

And then he goes on: "Maybe it was the pink bra,

but it came over me, like an animal, my feelings for her."

Who on earth talks to his lover like that about his wife, Mom?

And who is this woman who lets herself be talked to like that - about me?

I just don't get it. It's just questions over questions!

Don't shake your head, Mom! -I'm not.

What would you do?

What I would do?

I'd search every last hole for every damn message, photo, video they exchanged.

At the same time, I'd start drinking. Morning, noon and night.

I'd take tranquilizers to sleep and to make it through the day,

mixed with caffeine, to wake up.

After 7 or 8 weeks I'd throw in Prozac to avoid depression and

wanting to kill myself.

And then, at least 2 or 3 times, they'd lock me up in rehab.

But a really nice one.

I'll go take a shower.

Good.

Then I'll go to the office and get my life back.

Better yet.

Can you clean up a bit. -Of course.

I'm going to the interview. I'm a wreck, wish me luck.

You don't need it. Your work speaks for itself, plus your best friend works there.

You really know how to calm a girl.

No! I love you.

Bye. -Good luck!

Fran, I can't do lunch with the Hong Kong crowd.

Your kidding! Anything wrong?

No, no, nothing bad.

-Something with Alex... -Of course not. I just don't feel well.

OK. I'll glue on the damn chopsticks so I won't look like a fool.

Whatever.

Thanks, man, I owe you.

Hello?

Just wanted to give you back your clothes - I was in the area

for another business meeting. So I thought I'd pass by.

You used softener.

Don't tell me your wife ironed it. -I did.

We take turns.

How about a grape juice?

I haven't had grape juice in 25 years. -So it's about time.

This house is a luxury.

You think so? -Yes.

Well, that's one way of seeing it.

The truth is, the Albufera's always been the opposite.

They used to eat rats here. -Rats?

During the 50s. Life was tough back then.

Rice and hardship.

As my grandpa used to say.

Good ol' grandpa, always had a good story to tell.

Tell me one?

You want to hear one of Grandpa's stories?

Yeah, a funny one.

OK.

There's this one he'd tell... about the women, the rice pickers.

They'd come to wash their clothes in one of the many alcoves here.

Where the herons are now.

If I knew what a Huron is...

Here, look.

See those hidden alcoves back there.

Over to the right.

So, there.

Now imagine how humid it gets here, in August.

The poor women couldn't take it any more and would bathe right there.

In their underskirts, or whatever they were wearing,

some naked.

So the local town kids...

They knew. -Of course.

Of course they knew.

So they'd go and watch them bathe.

And jerk off, of course.

So they're wanking away when, suddenly, one of them,

a boy called Visillas starts yelling...

"Stop, guys, stop right now. It's my mother!"

I've got to go.

Sure.

Come back whenever you like.

I'm always here.

So can we solve this now? I want everyone's opinion. Fermin?

Alright, so... I want condoms.

-Seriously? -In my vending machine?

Just put some in your wallet and in a few years,

when they're expired, you replace them.

What we need is a little bit of everything...

Welcome back, how are you?

Fine.

How about you all?

-Fine. -Don't stop what you're doing.

Really. What I need is job routine. What are you dealing with?

About what to put in the vending machines.

Perfect.

Minerva?

I'd like organic shakes, no sugar added.

Right now there's only soft-drinks.

Belén? -Apples.

Granny Smith, if possible.

Who has ever bought an apple from a vending machine?

Roberto? -Apples too, but I prefer the "reinetas".

And some chocolate...

Katia, let's go.

Alex, what is this? -I don't know, you tell me.

Basketball, bike riding, fishing.

Besides being the perfect husband and

that woman's lover, think Oscar was also the perfect dad?

That's ridiculous.

But who has pictures of a little girl in his phone if not a dad?

It could be just her child.

But she's not older than 8 years, it fits.

Maybe she's married to another?

A lover? A niece?

And Oscar would have her niece's pictures in his cellphone?

I don't know either, Alex.

So let's see...

Look at her chin, her eyes - the same as Oscar's.

Enough!

I see no one's eyes nor chin here.

You went there, didn't tell her who you were,

and came back to work.

I thought you'd lost it, but here you are.

You're here.

So listen to me and do as I say.

You'll take these and throw them away.

And you'll turn the page and get on with your life.

By yourself.

I'm by your side, but it's you by yourself.

OK?

Oh, Katia...

What's going on? -We've got a meeting.

But something's cooking.

-How's that? -He looked away. It means something.

-What's that mean? -That he's about to fuck us over.

Why? We just sold the biggest building ever for this company!

Listen, I know it's so insensitive for me to ask but...

-What? -Can I count on you to push forward?

Of course.

-You sure? -Yes.

Because this project has taken 7 years and we'll finish it.

I have to work. It does me good.

So, we'll go in that meeting later and we'll kick ass.

Hurry up. I'll head over.

Blanca, you look great!

-Thank you. -Let me introduce Paul.

-Delighted. -My pleasure.

We read your novel.

We discussed it and, for sure, it's a worthy successor to your former work.

-Thank you. -But...

We think it's not quite what the market needs.

You're the ones who decide when and what I should write.

Right.

But the reader wants something more emotional now.

A bit more like the new kids on the block, Milena Busquets, Yasmina Reza...

They're wonderful writers.

But look, Carmen...

Those hot shots, they come and they go. Like the tide.

They come and go.

Blanca, I value your view of reality.

But if you don't want the new kids to throw you off the wagon,

you'll have to adapt to the times.

Adapt to the times!

As if a restless writer like me wanted to repeat herself!

It's you, the editors, who ask for the same novel over and over.

When you see a winner, you clone it: movies, series,

another novel... Until you've killed it dead.

-Do you have something else? -For 2 years I have!

Alright, alright.

Tell us about it.

So, I have this story about...

A woman...

she's young...

a young professional... strong...

whose life is turned upside down in seconds

when she sees her husband dead on a slab.

The problem isn't that he committed suicide.

It doesn't even hurt because she can't even get to the pain.

It's a different reason.

It's another woman.

Another home, another life that he's been leading

for 8 years.

Now this is no TV movie you'd watch on a Saturday afternoon.

Because this other woman is a force of nature...

I don't know why I came today.

I like talking to you, the countryside and all...

It's so relaxing.

It's like a movie at the cinema.

So I may have to ask you to pay admission.

And for the grape juice too. -Of course.

Want some?

I don't smoke.

OK.

Veronica?

Call Conrado.

-What? -Call the police.

What do I say, what's happening?

Veronica, I don't know what...

Come out.

Come out, I said.

Come out of there!

OK, OK.

On you go, down.

Head down!

Get down.

I didn't do anything.

-What? -Keep an eye on him.

You're back. I wasn't expecting you.

Are you OK?

Let's split, get out of here, Frankfurt maybe.

Everybody's heading to Germany.

Let's beat it. -Germany?

And our friends?

And the sun, the ocean, the... -I just want to be with you.

I don't care where we are. -But, what are you saying, hon'?

You don't want to go to Germany, you're nuts!

Hello?

Is someone home?

Arturo Meier's is the next gen of architects.

He's a high-honors graduate from Zurich Tech and specializes

in high rises and their budgets.

So we're fortunate to have him on board.

Wonderful!

No, no, please, it's vice versa.

When I look at your projects, the skyscraper, all I can say is congrats.

Thanks so much.

But tell us a bit about yourself. What's the highest building you've worked on?

I was involved in a 17-floor building in Panama.

And you didn't get dizzy?

Look, it's obvious Arturo's field will be budget affairs and paper work.

All architectural and construction matters will rest firmly with you and Alexandra.

So you can concentrate on your work, while I deal with politicians,

investors, and budget matters.

Is there a problem with the budget?

Only that the investors' offer doesn't cover the project costs.

That's strange.

The building costs 311 million euros.

The investors have committed for 336 million.

So even if we go over by a few million -

and we never do - it still leaves a couple million.

Which pocket do they go to?

I'd like to know who we need to pay off - and why?

Arturo, would you excuse us?

Katia? -Sure.

Where did you get that number?

From the Satch & Trust executive, your British partners.

You shagged the British investor?

I'd say it was him shagging me.

Don't tell me you're jealous. You make love to your wife too.

It was never a problem.

-It's not the same thing. -Yes it is.

-No. -Explain yourself.

You're fucking a guy this whole depends on.

-You're putting it all at risk. -I am not. I screwed a guy, 's all.

Your stupid, uncalled for jealousy is your problem, not mine.

I'm not jealous. -Is that so?

No, I'm not, I'm just asking you to stop mixing job and private life.

Now you listen.

This is Alexandra's skyscraper.

Alexandra's.

So if you bring on some high-honors fucking hot shot

to spy, to delay or to convince someone that things can't go exactly as planned,

walls will come tumbling down. Because I won't let that happen.

Hello?

Alex, where are you. -I had to go.

Where?

To find out some things. -You need to come in.

Bad things are happening. I need you here, now.

-Say I had to go. I'm a widow, if I can't... -They're trying to screw us!

What I need to do can't wait.

How are you, dear? So sorry for you loss...

Hi.

How are you, Jun?

Vero! How are you, hon'?

Fine.

What a shock...

Damn!

Are you OK?

Are you OK, wait, wait...

You're bleeding.

I'm so sorry, I misjudged...

Here, put this there.

It's you.... Martina, right?

It's me, Veronica. -I'm really sorry.

It's not a problem.

Come home with me so I can take care of that.

Can you drive? -I don't think so.

Fine, take your stuff and let's go.

There you go.

You're not from here, right?

No, I'm not.

I'm a biologist

I'm doing a study on the area's bird life.

How nice!

What kind of birds?

Ducks...

starlings, among others.

You won't have trouble finding ducks here.

I think you're OK now.

Are you any better?

I mean... about your husband? -No, not my husband.

He was married.

Eight years...

Didn't it hurt knowing he had another life too?

Do you know the feeling that when you love someone

you just want that person to be happy?

And everything that makes him happy, well...

makes you happy too.

So, should we throw your blouse in the washing machine?

You don't want to go studying ducks blood-stained like that.

It'll dry here in no time.

Thanks.

What are you doing?

Hey, you're painting my nail!

Dammit...

Need help?

The washing machine's leaking and I don't know why.

Thanks, pull...

A bit more...

From the other side...

...two, three!

It's not there.

It's not there.

It's not there!

What isn't?

The tube.

Hi, honey.

Hi, Mommy...

Hi, sweetheart.

What happened?

Oh, it's nothing.

Just, the water leaked from the washing machine,

Now look at this mess...

You have a wound.

You know what happened?

We had a little accident with our cars. But it's all fine.

Oh, my darling...

Alright now, let me make you some lunch!

Does it hurt?

-A bit. -Wait, I'll heal it.

Right here...

So, you need to focus all your pain right here onto my finger.

Ready?

Concentrate...

Close your eyes.

Has it stopped hurting?

Yes.

No it hasn't, you're crying.

Mommy, can we call Daddy to come and heal her?

It didn't work.

Daddy's at work, honey.

He's on a trip. -When's he coming back?

-Well... -Did you know that...

I'm a bird watcher! -Really?

There are some really nice ones close by your house.

In fact, I'll be living around here.

I'm looking for a place.

Stop looking then.

Because we have a room upstairs.

You can rent it if you like...