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Morning.

Hello.

Do you want to stay for lunch? I make a mean salsa.

Look, Vero...

Did you give Andrés' notebook to Conrado?

Yes.

Why did you do that? It was you who said I was in danger.

- Now Fran is in danger too. - They'll boil our balls because of you.

- Or they'll bury us alive in lime. - You need to ask for it back.

- No. - Andrés will fuck us up.

She doesn't give a shit about us.

I care about Vicent, he's my friend and he didn't know what he was doing.

But you...

You knew fine well you were laundering a pimp's money.

Everyone here is big enough and ugly enough

to know what they're getting themselves into.

Right, Fran?

Verónica, use your head, please.

- You're losing control. - No, I'm not, Vicent.

You know when I did though?

The day you told me getting attached to someone was a good thing.

That everything was alright. But it isn't alright.

Not even a little bit.

I haven't been able to sleep or do anything,

since Óscar has been gone,

I can't do shit.

The only thing that calms me is seeing Alejandra.

Stay away from Alejandra, do you hear me?

You are toxic. You're poison.

Don't poison her like you did Óscar.

We're here because Óscar lost his job so he could shag you, dammit.

That's enough, Fran! Stop.

Get out.

I still can't understand how Óscar could be confused between you and Alejandra.

- I never asked him to choose. Never. - Of course not.

Because if he'd had to, I'm sure he would have chosen Alejandra.

But you're damned manipulative and you like having guys by the balls.

- What are you going to do with this? - Let go of me! Get out of my house.

Get out of my house.

Get out right now and don't come back.

- Come on... - No! You can go too.

- We're scared, Vero... - Go.

Get out.

Dammit!

THE PIER

- It must be about noon. - Noon?

I haven't woken up at noon in a long time.

- Well, it's Saturday. - Not even on Saturdays.

I'm going to take a shower, okay?

I slept in my bed with a man and I feel weird.

Why do you feel weird? You did the same with Verónica a few days ago.

I know, but it's not the same.

With Verónica, I felt as though...

As though Óscar could have been between us.

- I don't feel that with Conrado. - Because he's a guy.

Didn't your husband screw the boatman too?

Katia, please!

Maybe it's because Verónica knows you sleep with Conrado,

but Conrado doesn't know about Verónica.

No, maybe I feel weird because a guy slept in my husband's bed,

now he's in my husband's bathroom, possibly using my husband's things.

If that's the only weird thing, why not tell him about Verónica?

I'll tell him if things get serious.

How much more serious? He's busy shaving in your bathroom.

Do you want him to show up with a ring?

I'll call you later, okay?

I can dig out some of Óscar's underwear

or a shirt or something, if you want?

No, don't worry. I brought a spare.

I'm lying.

To everyone, including myself.

The first time, it was hard,

but now I'm getting used to it.

I'm living some sort of roller coaster ride,

jumping from one bed to another, one set of arms to the next,

between my late husband's lover...

and the cop who's investigating his case.

I want to give it a go.

Now, it's all beginning to merge into one.

The ex, the lover, the before, the after, one body, then another...

I'm starting to feel a little confused.

So much so that I think my brain has stopped paying attention

and...

I'm not seeing what's really going on.

"That's what happened to Ariadna.

She stopped knowing who she really was

and she turned into one of those butterflies that flaps its wings

and causes an earthquake on the other side of the world.

And that was what was about to happen.

You can't remove doubt from your mind once it's taken root.

His wife was raped, Óscar.

He'd have to swim an entire ocean to get that out of his head.

Or are you talking about you?

- Are you having doubts about your wife? - No, I'm not.

- About Vero then? - No, it's not that either.

On their own, I don't have any doubts about either of them.

Maybe that's why I'm paralyzed.

Or maybe more like a headless chicken jumping from one life to another.

I'm here and I don't want to be there and vice versa.

I get it more than you know. I was once with two girls.

Really?

- How did it end? - In a threesome.

Asshole.

We were living together...

about a year, maybe less.

- The three of you? - Yes.

- How did it turn out? - It ended. Just like everything does.

Relationships come to an end.

Homosexual, heterosexual, only sexual.

And I'll tell you something, it's better that way.

Either they end

or they end you.

I don't want anything to happen to you.

Listen to me.

You have to get out of La Albufera, as far away as you can. Okay?

- It's enough for a new start. - I don't want it.

You'll need it.

It's a matter of time before they come for you like they did with Óscar.

Aren't we getting ahead of ourselves?

Andrés is a thief.

He has a few titty bars and likes to threaten people.

Killing someone is a different ball game.

That man killed Óscar.

You've always liked traveling, right?

Where have you lived? Three years in Brazil,

two years in Vancouver and then the winter you spent in Japan, remember?

Who knows, maybe now it's time to go and do a safari in Africa.

How long will this safari have to take, Vero?

When will Andrés forget I tried to steal his money?

Shit... I didn't even know it was money or that it belonged to Andrés.

Óscar was meeting someone,

he left the bag with me and I didn't even ask what it was.

What do you mean he was meeting someone? Who?

- I don't know. I didn't ask. - You didn't ask?

- And you're telling me this now. - I didn't think it mattered.

Why wouldn't something like that matter?

It was just a passing comment.

You'd just broken up and I was worried about you.

He said he'd be back the next day.

I didn't see him again.

Think Andrés was his meeting?

He took his car for quite a drive.

Can I speak to Lieutenant Conrado, please?

Tell him Verónica Alfaro called.

Okay, thank you.

CALL ME WHEN YOU WAKE UP WE NEED TO TALK

YOU OKAY? CALL ME WHEN YOU GET THIS, IT'S IMPORTANT

Think about it, okay?

Well, him tying me to the bed really aroused me.

But when he took my purse and the silver figurines I loved so much,

- I didn't find it so funny anymore. - Wait a minute.

A complete stranger came in your house and you let him tie you up?

Who really knows anyone these days?

There's no singles' market like there's a job market or so.

You can't approach a stranger at happy hour, for example,

and ask for their ID.

There's quite a difference between asking for ID

and taking him home.

I can't go fornicate in the restroom of a bar.

I admit I had to take him home,

but he turned out to be very... stimulating.

Creatively, I mean.

I wrote for about four hours afterwards. Like, wow.

Wait. You're telling me you did this to inspire your writing?

The truth is, they've asked for my advance for the novel back.

And that was a massive blow. I'd grown fond of my credit card.

- I need to come up with another story. - So, get in a cab.

- Cab drivers have awesome stories. - No.

You don't have to experience it yourself.

Quite the contrary.

Life experience is what gives you real power and authenticity.

Like my daughter. Or you with your lesbian teacher.

Or like your mom at 40 with that belly.

She didn't want to tell you, but it'll be obvious soon.

You're right.

What do you mean she's right? About what?

It'll be obvious in a few weeks.

And you'll have to tell Big Boss and the whole office.

Do it before it's obvious, please. Have a little bit of dignity.

I don't want Big Boss doing anything for me, or this baby or...

He should do what he wants.

Why the hell do you care if he feels okay about being a dad?

Or if he leaves his girlfriend? The baby is yours.

You know what you want, right?

It's not always so easy to know what you want, okay? It really isn't.

It is hard, but if all you do is trying to escape by marching on blindly

you'll hit a wall and 'boom'.

Right, I'm going to Taracuellos to see if I can find that guy from the photos.

Right.

Take Óscar's phone back, I won't be using it anymore.

I'll call you, okay?

Conrado...

You bringing a spare shirt...

I'm sorry, maybe I've been a bit weird, it's just...

it seemed a bit forward.

Don't get me wrong, the sex is great, it's just...

I don't feel ready...

to be in a regular relationship again.

Not right now.

So what do you want us to do?

I want us to go back to making love on your motorcycle or in public restrooms.

Things I've never done before in my marriage or in my life.

Sometimes I think Óscar fell for another woman because I'm too...

regular.

Honestly, I've been out of the game for a while

and I don't know how relationships start anymore.

I said no to wearing Óscar's underwear because...

I don't know, I feel weird too.

Óscar was my friend and...

when what happened with Lucía went down, he was there for me.

He stayed with me at my house

and slept on a busted sofa-bed for a week.

The day that...

She was raped, I was on duty.

That's why I wasn't with her at the party.

She was dancing with guys, with her friends...

Some people told me she was a little drunk, but...

who doesn't drink at a party?

I was calling her and she wouldn't pick up.

She turned up at 6 am smelling of booze and, well...

obviously I got mad.

Then she started crying

and she told me that she'd been raped.

I took her to a clinic and...

and I stayed there on the other side of the curtain while...

they rummaged around inside her looking for traces of semen.

Óscar came to get me.

It was one of the darkest moments of my life.

You're going to sober the hell up.

Leave me the fuck alone!

You almost beat one of your neighbors to death.

You can't go around beating the shit out of people over a joke.

It wasn't a fucking joke. He was talking about my wife!

- He wasn't talking about anyone. - He had paint on his hands.

Because he'd just finished painting his bike.

- He didn't write those things. - No.

Last week you got into a fight with someone, and the week before that.

You're out of control, dammit! You can't go on like this.

- You can't kill half of the town. - Leave me the fuck alone!

Everything passes, Conrado.

You just need a little more time.

Anyway, those sons of bitches will go to jail.

You have to stop torturing yourself.

I don't know how to talk to her.

I can't bear the silence at home.

Some nights I sleep at the precinct.

They found traces of three types of DNA,

two were from the guys already locked up.

But there was a third.

She says only two men raped her.

Don't think that I don't feel like I'm stealing somebody's place.

Anyway...

I'll go.

Conrado, wait.

You're not thinking of leaving without having any breakfast?

- I had some coffee. - Exactly.

Who's that?

Verónica.

You said we were in this together, that I couldn't do it alone.

Now you don't pick up the phone? You haven't even checked your messages.

Stuff has happened, I need to talk to you.

But... what stuff?

- I don't believe it. - What is it? Calm down.

I won't calm down.

I can't because I've had the worst night of my life.

Thinking about Óscar and everything that is going on.

And on top of that, Fran and Vicent came asking for Andrés' notebook

and you know why?

Because they know Andrés will go after them, just like I do.

And here you are at midday without having left your pit.

I'm sorry but we didn't know...

It's Saturday...

And? Don't people get killed on Saturdays?

Do pimps take the damn day off on Saturdays?

Vicent told me Óscar was going to meet someone when he left the money with him.

That he was in a hurry. And he didn't leave the 1 mil in his car, right?

He then went to Taracuellos. Here are the speeding fines.

The Albufera-Castellón highway.

May 8th at 8:45.

Did he tell you who he was meeting in Taracuellos?

No.

I'll get changed and we'll all go to the precinct.

You come here to point out that I'm not investigating a crime properly,

when what you really want is for me to go,

or for her to, and you know why.

Because you like getting in the middle of couples.

You hate it, right?

That Alejandra loves me.

Do you hate that she's happy or what is it?

I'm ready. Where's Verónica?

Where's Verónica?

She left.

I'm sorry. I have to go after her. I'm sorry.

"The worst thing about not knowing you're below an avalanche,

is not expecting to be crushed.

Ariadna was so distracted

with sex, with lust, with living how her dead husband had

as though it were part of her own liberation.

That she didn't realize she was about to be run over.

Maybe the only way to stop something following you,

is to turn around and face it head on."

What happened?

Nothing to do with work, don't worry.

So why'd you make me come to the office?

So that you wouldn't think it was something personal.

But it is.

I have good news and bad news.

- Shall I start with the good news? - Sure.

You're going to be a dad.

The bad news is you'll be a single dad, because we're not together anymore

and obviously I wouldn't let you leave Minerva because of this.

I know how you are about kids,

I've seen you and I can imagine what you'd be like with ours.

You may think we'd live in a house with a picket fence by the beach,

but I don't want that.

The last thing I want is to screw up your life when you're starting over.

So, that's that.

What's wrong with you?

You just gave me the best news of my life. Are you serious?

Look, Jaume, it doesn't change anything.

We both carry on with our lives, you with Minerva who's great

- and you look happy together. - You just said I'm having a baby

and you expect everything to go on as normal. Seriously?

You and I are history.

Do you know what having a kid means to me?

Do you have any idea what it means to me?

We tried for 20 years without any luck.

I didn't know that, you never said anything.

You didn't want to know anything about my life.

You just wanted to have fun.

And the weekends with your daughter, which I get.

I didn't need a relationship. I was happy with my life.

Do you know what, Katia?

Making love leads to affection.

It leads to love. Especially after two years.

Even if it was just Thursday afternoons. I felt that.

I thought you just wanted an affair.

You never asked.

But I'll tell you something:

if you think you can hide this the way you hid us having more than an affair...

you're very wrong.

Has the forensic report from Taracuellos come in yet?

They found two different sets of prints.

- One set is from Óscar León. - And the other set?

We don't have anything.

Call headquarters and light a fire under their asses.

We need to know who the others are from.

Tell them to run a full check. Against criminal records,

and against the ID cards from everyone in the damn region if necessary.

- Whatever it takes! - Lieutenant.

What?

You can't take evidence out of the precinct.

Sometimes you have to bang a fist to get the rat out of its hole.

Why did you leave like that?

Hey!

I'm sorry for not answering your calls.

It was only a few of hours of happiness.

Go then.

Go and live your happiness as long as you like. Go.

- Hey. - What?

Look, I'm on an awfully rocky road to recovery here.

- Awfully rocky. - Oh yeah? And what about me?

I was just fine until you came to my home and put all these ideas in my head.

You got in my bathtub and told me that Óscar was murdered.

- Like, that wasn't hard for me? - What do you want me to do?

To be with me. For us to be together.

But not like nothing's going on with Conrado. There is.

What's your problem? I'm with him so I'm not with you?

- You don't understand shit, do you? - Are you jealous?

I'm not jealous, you don't understand a...

Stop telling me I don't understand!

I'm not stupid. Just say what it is you want to say.

This isn't okay.

This isn't good for you, or for Conrado...

Or for me.

You have to choose.

I don't want to choose.

I don't want to. I can't.

When I'm with him I think I couldn't be with you,

but when I'm with you I feel the same. You didn't choose, why do I have to?

I don't know, Conrado feels like home.

He makes me feel beautiful and brave, like I can take on anything.

And you...

You make life seem easy.

You make me never want to leave here.

You bring me peace.

With you it's like vacation.

But you can't be on vacation forever.

- Óscar could. - No, Alejandra. He couldn't.

Maybe at first he could

and it didn't matter that he hadn't slept,

or that he had to take two flights and a train to come see me. He didn't care.

You're back! But...

What are you doing?

- You came back early. - I came back early.

Or if he had to bring flowers to your mom

to make up for disappearing from her birthday dinner.

And I didn't do anything.

I was in denial about you, about where he got his money from, everything.

He had to die...

for me to realize what a huge weight he was carrying on his shoulders.

- Are you okay, honey? - I think I busted a stitch.

Why didn't you call me to go to the hospital with you?

I didn't help him with that weight.

I did nothing.

I didn't tell him to stay and I didn't tell him to go.

But I will tell you.

I will tell you. You have to choose.

Because if you don't...

This will all cause one of us a mountain of pain.

Or all three of us.

No. No way.

Alejandra doesn't...

She's different. She lives her life another way.

She would never consider...

I don't even know what to call it... A thruple.

- A polyamorous relationship. - How do you know?

- Because I know her. Very well. - Come on, man.

Those are your shitty religious prejudices speaking.

Óscar, imagine expanding your family, your life, the love of all three of you.

People who think they can't be happy like that, never will be.

I guess some can live without those prejudices...

- and others can't. - Right.

The ones who are domesticated.

Those of you who think you're safe hiding behind your moral code.

But what about your blood?

What about what you feel in your heart? Or in your balls?

You can ignore that, but you can't make it disappear.

Think about it.

Tino, give me some salmon, but poach it. I'm trying to avoid fried food.

- And hurry up, I just took my insulin. - A glass of red wine.

You really look after yourself, bro. You'll add years to your life that way.

So long as I outlive my wife, that's fine. It's better for her.

- She'll miss me if I go first. - Don't you worry about that.

Prisons are in really good shape these days.

They have aircon, central heating, even plasma TVs.

If you've got something to say, get to the point.

People who pussyfoot around end up getting stepped on.

I'd like to be clearer, but with so many initials and crossings out

I don't know what I got my hands on.

The Organized Crime Unit should be able to give me a better idea.

Damn. I lose my accounts book and you just happen to find it.

I mean, I'm assuming you have more than just that one page.

These things only happen in small towns.

Especially, when small-town cops like me

go after small-town criminals like you.

No fucking way.

You're playing the constitution card?

Criminals are murderers.

Rapists.

Like those three guys poor Lucía bumped into.

But fiddling your accounts? We've always done that in Albufera.

So, are you going to offer me a bribe? Or are you going to threaten me?

You know what, man?

I'm at an age now, where I don't give a fuck about anything.

You won't get away with this one, Andrés my man.

Not even all your money or your politician friends can help you.

You're going to take me on?

Knowing your wife's third rapist is walking around free,

crossing paths with you every day.

- What the fuck are you talking about? - Something else about small towns.

You hear everything.

And once upon a time... I heard who your wife's third rapist was.

I don't get involved in other people's business, but I bet you...

would like to ask him why he isn't in jail with the other two, right?

Tino, get Conrado another beer. He let this one get warm.

What happened?

Some people in this town still overstep the mark where my wife is concerned.

And... I don't know.

I guess some wounds never heal.

Sorry, maybe I shouldn't talk about her to you.

I've been lying to you, Conrado.

I am in a relationship with Verónica.

A relationship with a sexual side, I mean.

I should have told you before, but I didn't know how.

It was just so wonderful, I went with it.

I guess that...

since Óscar died, I've found it hard to feel happy.

And... I don't want this to sound like an excuse,

but I'm aware I let myself get carried away with that feeling.

The truth is I really like her.

And I like you too.

Every bit as much.

I don't know if it would be an option for you to have something like that...

I've been wanting to have this conversation for days.

And for days I've been swallowing my pride and everything else

so I wouldn't lose you, but...

I can't. I just can't.

I'm like an old washing machine that only has one program.

Until a week ago, I didn't even have one of those programs

on my phone to send messages,

I don't understand this social media shit...

and I'm not capable of sharing the woman that I love.

Polyamorous or whatever the hell it's called.

You know, sooner or later...

I'd start being unpleasant.

I'd... start asking questions.

I'd start imagining things and...

No, I don't want that.

I understand.

I really appreciate your honesty, but...

I need to be alone for a while, now.

Of course.

Mom, you need to send me the book.

I destroyed it, honey. I'm writing another one.

I want to rewrite it and talk about everything.

I want it known that I'm not ashamed.

"Ariadna no longer knew who she really was

and she had turned into one of those butterflies that flaps its wings

and causes an earthquake on the other side of the world.

And that was what was about to happen."

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