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I broke a tooth once when I was a kid...

I remember my mom took me to the dentist.

"Don't worry, ma'am. Another one will take its place.

I started school and when all the other kids lost a tooth,

the tooth fairy came for them.

The tooth fairy never came for me.

It's really hard growing up without a tooth, you know.

-It was this one. -It grew in eventually though, right?

I was tiny, I couldn't even walk.

It's strange how adults can only agree on one thing - cheating on kids.

Promise me our daughter will get her fair share of the tooth fairy.

And Santa Claus.

And of the big, bad wolf.

-Her share of childhood lies? Is that it? -No, no.

The feeling of being...

a normal kid.

Alejandra just sent me a photo of when we met, look.

-I'm sorry, I'm an asshole. -It doesn't matter.

I don't know why I would do that.

-I'm a jerk. Sorry. -It really doesn't matter.

-I'm a moron, I'm sorry. -It doesn't matter. Quite the contrary.

You loving her tells me a lot. About the way you love.

About your generosity and what scares you.

But I prefer not to see that photo. That isn't my life.

It's a life that is 27 kilometers away.

Nothing to do with me.

Look...

I think it could be something like this:

two circles.

This bit in the middle are the things you share with someone.

But this whole part here is free space.

This is for living, for traveling,

to share with other people.

This space is yours.

And only yours.

Hey, Vicent. How's it going?

Do you feel like a ride?

Let's go.

I'm getting fat already.

Are you coming?

I'm good here.

Really good.

Hello?

-Verónica. -Hi.

-Hi, how are you? -Good. Are you in La Albufera?

-Yes, I'm actually taking photos. -Okay. Look, Sol's school called.

She's sick and I wondered if you could go pick her up and take her home.

Oh. The thing is I'm...

Nobody else could go?

I called Vicent a few times but he's not picking up.

-And I'm in Valencia. -In Valencia?

-What are you doing there? -I'm here to hear the reading of the will

and I want to see his wife first.

In fact, I'm outside her apartment now.

Her apartment?

-In the foyer, you mean? -No, I'm outside her door.

I've come early to get it over with because if I leave it until later,

I'm worried I'll chicken out.

Verónica, you're under no obligation to talk to her.

But if I don't tell her, she'll find out at the reading.

And I can't do that to her, dammit.

I can't do that to her, it wouldn't be right.

Who can't you do that to?

To her?

Or to Oscar?

Look, I think it was him who should have said something.

He should have had the balls to say, "Honey, I've fallen in love with a woman

and she's so special and so different in every way

that I'm incapable of giving her up."

You know?

I think that woman should hear her husband's explanation.

Not yours.

We're here.

Does your tummy really hurt?

No, but I feel sick.

We'll take care of it.

-What happened here? -We've been robbed!

Get the rifle.

Hello?

Take it easy, Mrs. Leyva. I'm on my way.

"I, Oscar León Faus, Spanish national with ID number 52413166-F,

residing at apartment 6, 15, Primado Reig, Valencia, Spain,

write this holographic will with the intent to leave

all the financial assets contained within all of my bank accounts

to my daughter, Sol León Alfaro,

including all shares related to the same."

-Sorry? The money from all his accounts? -That's correct.

Given that your daughter is a minor,

you yourself will be in charge of those assets.

-As a trustee. -No, I don't want Oscar's money.

He left it to your daughter, not you.

Well, I don't want it for her.

Look, Oscar had another life. He had another wife--

According to article 166 of the civil code,

you can't deny your child's rights as the beneficiary.

Nor can you levy or transfer her property.

-I can't refuse it? -Not without just cause

and prior authorization from the Department of Justice.

But that would mean renouncing all your daughter's rights to those assets.

Would you like a coffee?

What's up with you?

Nothing.

Come on, tell me.

What is it?

Look, I think it's great that...

you and Vicent have always slept together,

-it's just that... -Right.

Really, it's fine. But...

with what we have now...

Well, I think it's a bit over the top.

I think what's over the top are possessive attitudes.

It's not good. Not good at all.

-Right. -Let's imagine it continues.

What's the problem? What are you afraid of?

Are you worried I suddenly realize that I'm in love with Vicent?

Or that I start seeing something I haven't seen in the last 15 years?

Or that I want to raise our daughter on his boat?

I don't know!

I guess I'd like to think... you want to do everything with me.

And I know it's stupid, but...

I feel left out and a fool.

Do it with me then.

What?

Are you suggesting a threesome?

-Oh, man. -I have an idea.

-Let's do an experiment. -Stop being stupid.

-Close your eyes. -No.

Close your eyes.

This is a scientific experiment. You can't open them.

Do you feel that?

Yes, I do feel it.

Eyes closed.

Do you feel this?

Feelings...

And what if...

someone else was doing it?

You're such an idiot.

I do want to do everything with you.

Everything.

Well, we don't know who broke the window,

but I'm almost certain it wasn't a burglar.

It must have been a raccoon looking for a sandwich.

There aren't any raccoons here.

Well, it could have been a dormouse or a flamingo.

Look what it did, Sol -

I think that flamingo wanted to fill its belly with chips.

You're sleepy. Shall we go to bed, darling?

-Just for a while? -Yes.

Come on.

Get all this to the lab. On the double.

-You're good with kids. -Yeah.

My wife didn't want any.

I know I could have convinced her, but in the end I got a dog.

And a custom bike.

You don't know it? It's an awesome motorcycle.

-Ever ridden one? -No.

We can go for a ride through the paddy fields some time,

the landscape is beautiful there.

I'm a little scared of motorbikes.

If that's the case, I have other vehicles. The patrol car, my quad bike,

even a combine harvester.

-It's my cousin's. -I've never been in one of those.

Did you tell Verónica?

She's not answering, she's at the reading of the will.

I didn't want to go.

Do you think they took anything of Oscar's?

-Why do you ask? -I don't know...

He was involved in illegal dealings.

Do you think this could be to do with some sort of mafia?

Mafia?

No, I don't think so.

Oscar was an expert in financial engineering

and he helped neighbors with their businesses

-but I think that's all he did. -It must be normal for a peach farmer

to send his money to the Cayman Islands.

-Or the guy with the boat. -Vicent?

What about him?

Excuse me.

Oscar, it's Vicent. You called.

I need you to come for your stuff.

I can't keep it anymore.

He doesn't actually say what he was keeping for him.

-It could have been a couch or a bike. -Right, a bike.

Or anything else Vicent was tired of storing, they were good friends.

Anyway, tell Verónica to call me so we can file the report.

And don't worry, we're combing the area and won't stop until we find the thief.

Thank you.

-Can you put the glasses out? -This too?

Perfect.

Cheers!

Shall we head over?

You're such a jerk.

Shit, I didn't know you were here. I'm here to fix the tiles.

-What happened here? -Someone broke in.

-This meeting is adjourned. -Come by my office for a moment.

Actually, I'm eating with my daughter. I may not be back.

Verónica told me you've known each other for years.

Intimately... I mean.

Did you know her boyfriend intimately too?

Oscar was a great guy, we all loved him.

What was his story?

He just showed up one day and...

stayed forever?

But he had another life, right? He had a wife.

I guess people like different things.

-Tile. -Sure.

Everyone dresses the same, eats in the same places

-and listens to the same shit music. -Do you want to sleep with me?

No.

-I don't know why I said that. -No...

No, forget about it. Please.

You must think it's some sordid fantasy of mine,

-but I swear I never-- -I'm glad you said it.

-You just don't turn me on, that's all. -I get it.

-I'm going to check on Sol. -Wait.

Tile.

I'm not sure it's normal to look for someone responsible

for your husband's suicide.

I guess it is, that I'm seeking relief.

To confirm that if someone pushed him to that point, it wasn't me.

That there was something underhanded going on or...

So, I started investigating his friends, and one in particular

who's a boat owner and...

and I don't know how...

but I ended up asking him to have sex with me.

I'm not even attracted to him.

I don't know what kind of widow would do something like that.

-Morning. -Good morning.

Coffee?

Please.

-Good morning, Vicent. -Morning.

-We're you up all night with Big Boss? -No, I wasn't with Big Boss.

He's left his wife.

So now Fridays will be the new Thursdays

-and Saturdays and Sundays... -Definitely not!

-I need to do damage control. -What damage control?

Establish boundaries.

When a man leaves his wife, he loses direction.

Some want to screw anything that moves,

but what they usually want is another woman to look after them.

-And you don't want to be that woman? -I have my amazing daughter.

So, after lunch we're getting a massage

-and then... shopping. -I can't, I have practice.

Stop making excuses, I'm talking maxing out my credit card.

I know, but I can't. I have plans.

-Well, unmake them then. -I'm not going to do that.

Not because you're scared to be BB's new woman

nor because you're substituting Alejandra with me.

-What are you talking about? -You're scared to see her.

It would seem you feel guilty after all she's been through.

Guilty about what?

Always being the other woman.

Sleeping with married men,

being part of two-timing their wives.

Now it's your best friend and you can't bear it.

You don't even know how to tell her that you're always on the other side.

Two salads.

This was at the bottom of the pool. I think it's yours from last night.

Thank you.

Katia... What's up?

I'm at the bank running some errands.

I wondered if you wanted to get dinner. Talk about Oscar, you...

I haven't been there for you.

Don't worry about it, all this paperwork is exhausting.

I'm not sure I'll have the energy.

-Maybe tomorrow? -Martina, I'm thirsty.

I'll call you back, okay.

-Hey, weren't you taking the afternoon? -Not anymore.

Coming out for happy hour again?

You were really funny in the pool last night.

Do I look like I want to go to happy hour with you?

Do I look like I've got nothing fucking better to do?

-Verónica. -How is Sol?

-Her tummy hurts but she's okay. -That's good.

-I called you because-- -I went to see Oscar's wife, Martina.

Sorry?

I went to see her at her studio

and she recognized me.

She came straight over.

What did his wife say?

It was pretty tough.

I just wanted to tell her that Oscar really loved her.

That he never stopped loving her.

That he loved both of us.

That you can love two people.

And...

that I saw the lawyer and Oscar left all of his money to Sol.

But we don't want anything, Alejandra.

We never asked for anything before and we won't be starting now.

What the fuck did you want for the last eight years?

I loved Oscar.

More than I've ever loved anyone.

And he loved both of us.

Can you love two people at once? Can you love one and deceive the other?

Did you know he was married to me? That he was lying to me?

Eight years!

Knowing he was married to me.

You're the bitch who let that happen.

Get out of here, please.

Get out!

I never felt guilty about anything, Martina.

And all of this has made me feel something that...

I don't even understand.

And now I'm wondering if...

I don't know... maybe Oscar...

killed himself because he couldn't face it.

Why don't you come home, Verónica. Don't be alone.

Okay.

Coffee?

Thank you. That's good!

Oscar...

Have you ever fished for eels?

-Would you like to? -I'd love to.

If you don't put them in fresh water for two weeks they taste of earth.

-I should go, I have a job. Bye. -Bye.

Where's Vicent?

-He just left. -I'll see if I can get a lift. Thank you.

Love you!

Vicent, wait!

I'm coming with you.

Leaving already?

Yup.

Right, well... Thanks for the help.

And for looking after Verónica, she's having a bad time.

Verónica doesn't need looking after. I just help out.

Sure.

She's different, right?

Like you said earlier, she's...

different to other people. That's why Oscar stayed.

Something like that.

Like the rest of us are the basic product line,

the plain, blue sweater,

and she's the limited edition or so.

No. Vero's no sweater.

It's like coming off the highway in a blizzard

and realizing nobody has come through before you.

You know that feeling?

Yes.

Look...

I said I didn't want to sleep with you because I don't know you.

I'm at a point in my life when I need to know the person.

I totally get that.

Let's see what happens then... With time.

-If anything happens. -Sure, we'll see.

The thieves made huge mess.

I got it out. I just felt like it.

Big Boss? Sit down, we need to talk.

Can it wait? I'm having dinner with Satch and Trust.

Great. You can tell them we can't do their building.

-Excuse me? -We can't, it's tasteless.

The same as every other building in Valencia.

We can't endorse that tower and you know it.

Alex...

Look, I know you're going through a hard time right now,

You're seek refuge in your work, overthink everything.

-That's not it. -It's not a bad thing, it distracts you.

That's not it! The building is a piece of shit.

I've gone halfway around the world to find an investment group.

-They're going to pay us 336 million. -I don't care. We can find another group.

-You're really not well, Alex. -Katia, come here, please.

Listen, would you sleep with me?

No, look at me.

Look at me! Would you sleep with me?

You wouldn't. Know why?

Because I'm a blue sweater, An ordinary product.

There's nothing special about me. Just like that 336 million piece of shit.

The deal is being closed tomorrow.

-I won't sign. -What?

I won't sign, and without my signature there is no deal.

Katia get her out of my sight.

I'll see her when she's had a box of tranquilizers.

Go home to bed and rest and we'll talk tomorrow. I'm leaving.

-I won't sign. -I'm leaving.

-I won't. -I'm leaving!

-What's up? Are you okay? -Nothing's up. I'm fine, leave me alone.

"I, Oscar León Faus, Spanish national

with ID number 52413166-F,

residing at apartment 6, 15, Primado Reig, Valencia, Spain,

write this holographic will with the intent to leave

all the financial assets contained within all of my bank accounts

to my daughter, Sol León Alfaro,

including all shares related to the same."

There's something else.

"To my wife, Alejandra Leyva,

I bequeath a horse called Valiente."

A horse?

"Who currently lives at the Los Espinos ranch in Castellón."

It seems it's a race horse.

A thorough-bred.

This letter may clear things up a little.

It's addressed to you.

"Hi, Alejandra.

I'm writing this in case anything happens to me

and since it torments me not to have told you something.

I have a daughter with Verónica.

Sol.

News of her pregnancy was one of the most painful things I've known.

It was like being hit by a truck that had "you're a bastard" written on it

I didn't feel capable of loving her

because she would embody my deceit.

But Verónica is like a satellite

that you can follow but not change its direction.

So, Sol was born and I was there.

Verónica had a difficult labor,

so the baby and I were alone in the room after.

The nurse told me to take off my shirt and put her on my chest.

You do it so the baby feels warmth and a heartbeat,

to comfort them when they're born.

This tiny creature,

weighing two and a half kilos, held on to me

and there we were, the two of us,

Just breathing.

And I fell in love for the third time.

The same thing that has made me feel at peace these last few years

also torments me.

I doubt I'll ever be brave enough to tell you all of this,

so, like a coward, I'm writing to you.

So that you know that I never stopped loving you for one minute

I just...

didn't know how to stop loving any one of the three of you.

Are you alright?

It's okay, it's just me.

-What is it? -Sorry, I had a nightmare.

There, there. It's over.

I dreamed the burglars came back.

Nobody would steal from the same house twice.

And it would be super bad luck to happen twice in one day,

Yes.

Do you want to come and sleep with us downstairs?

-Are you sure? -Of course.

-Yes, please. -Come on then.

Is that better?

Yes.

If you're scared just squeeze my hand really hard and I'll wake up.

I've been a light sleeper since Sol was born.

Thank you.

-Goodnight, Martina. -Goodnight.