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"Orlando had fought tooth and nail for over eight years

to keep his love affair alive.

And also the love for his wife.

When asked how many crucial people one has known in one's life,

nobody can ever give more than two or three names.

Orlando was one of those crucial people for both women."

Are you sure you want to publish this?

Yes.

Verónica is the best thing that could have happened to my relationship.

I don't know if it's because Óscar was happy

or if it was the guilt, I don't know.

But when he was with me, he was amazing.

More active.

He surprised me with things.

Like the day he came home with all the artsy photos.

Honey, what is this?

- An amazing suspender belt. - What do you mean a suspender?

How could I have worn a suspender belt with stockings if I didn't feel in love

and like we really got each other.

Honey, you look amazing. You're beautiful.

- Listen to me, honey. That's it! - Okay.

But you do it and you have fun and you never imagine...

that it's coming from...

I don't know, from eating some strawberries off her body or...

washing her hair.

No.

You just do it.

- With my hair like this? - They're amazing. You look incredible.

I love it.

Look at that photo.

Don't show it to anyone, okay?

We could just show it to Fran and everyone at the office.

We could also stick the one we like most downstairs in the lobby.

We could also put some on the sides of buses.

This is the real story.

But Alex, this story is of a polygamist who sounds like a hero.

And I'm sorry to say, there was nothing heroic about Óscar.

Anybody could have sex with 1000 women and have fun doing it.

The point is you have to choose and be honest about it.

It sounds like you're comparing a polygamist with a serial killer.

What did Óscar really do to me?

Don't look at me like that. I had no idea while he was alive.

I've suffered more over how he suffered over what he went through with Verónica.

Alex, I think this is a beautiful love story.

- And I get you and it's believable. - Right?

Of course it's believable. It happened to me, I lived through it.

- With who? The cop? - Yes.

He finished it with me.

I told him about my relationship with Vero,

that I'm sleeping with them both and want to continue doing so.

And he ended it.

So now you see what Óscar didn't dare to do and I don't know if it's better.

- Of course it's better, my darling. - Why better? For whom?

I don't think you should have started a relationship with that man so soon.

I don't think it was right.

I told you that, girls. When I went to therapy

and saw him outside raging, saying he'd stopped his meds.

And at your school, he overstepped the line considerably.

We don't know anything about him.

Neither do you, Alex. It might be better you split up.

You're better off. He always seemed a bit weird.

- A little, yes. - What a pair of witches.

Until about two days ago, there was only one alpha male.

He was helping a lot with Óscar's suicide and we had to help him, but...

Óscar didn't kill himself.

I'm very convinced he was killed and Conrado agrees.

Verónica too. There's an investigation taking place.

Why would anyone kill Óscar? And who would do that?

- Is it to do with Verónica? - No, not her.

With the strip joint then?

Where Óscar did business.

I don't know.

Look at me.

The winds of Albufera are bad for you.

You have to stay away.

For good.

Everybody has their own ideas about what's good and what isn't, Mom.

Everybody.

It's been ages since I came here for a drink with you girls.

Thank you.

- Vicent. - How are you?

- Hi, how are you? - You came.

- How are you? Good. - Yeah, good.

- What are you drinking? Vermouth? - The best in La Albufera.

THE PIER

Did you enjoy fucking my wife?

- Did you cum inside her? - Conrado...

Or did you cum in her mouth? One of the three of them did.

- Was it you? - Conrado, enough.

- What are you doing? - Conrado!

Stop! Stop! What is wrong with you, Conrado?

- Are you okay? - What are you doing?

What are you doing? Are you crazy?

Stop it!

That son of a bitch was one of the guys who raped my wife.

They found three people's DNA in her body

and only caught two of those people.

That bastard was the third. I'm going to kill you, asshole!

- No! Stop! - I'm going to kill you!

- Stop! - How do you know?

Conrado...

Who told you that?

It's okay.

It's okay.

How should someone feel when their wife is raped?

The woman you worship and adore.

'Rage' and 'impotence' seem like small words, they sound like bullshit.

I don't know, man. It must be horribly painful.

Like being gutted with a pair of pliers.

- I'm going to see him. - Okay.

Hey, cop! I'm going to give you something nobody's ever given you.

Nobody comes here, do they?

I didn't rape your wife.

- Why are you saying that now? - Because we used to date, years ago.

Lucía and Verónica? What are you? La Albufera's answer to Hugh Hefner?

What's that got to do with her rape?

They've arrested two men but there were three types of DNA.

And this idiot thinks the third was consensual, someone Lucía liked.

I've known you since we were ten,

I know what you're thinking before you do.

I didn't rape your wife. I didn't even sleep with her.

You'd have thought of it eventually.

So give me a swab.

I have that bastards semen.

So spit in this damn serviette

and prove you wouldn't fuck a friend's wife.

You'll have to trust me.

That's how this works. Those are the rules of friendship.

For fuck's sake.

You want my DNA? Well, do you?

Here it is.

But don't you ever call me a friend again.

Conrado!

Hey.

She's fallen asleep.

Oh, sweetie.

I'm dead on my feet.

- How are you? - Good.

- Your hair's damp. - I've been at the beach.

How long since you last slept with Vicent?

Why are you asking that?

Well?

- I don't know. No. - You don't know?

- At least two or three months, right? - Yes.

- Probably. - Probably?

You used to sleep together every two weeks.

Right, but now I have a two-year-old.

- Really? - Yes.

- She sleeps right there. - Wow.

- And I barely get three hours' sleep. - You get that much?

That much!

- I don't have much time for sex. - You don't have time?

- Well, I think it's me. - No.

You're completely in love with me.

I'm a great lover, which doesn't hurt. But it's mainly that you're in love.

That's why I want you to marry me.

What?

I don't care if we have a Zulu ceremony or if Conrado marries us.

But I want you...

to feel like my wife. Forever.

Are you asking me for a Zulu wedding?

Exactly, a Zulu wedding.

And where are you going to take me on our honeymoon?

To hike the Mont Blanc.

- But you don't like mountain climbing. - But you love it.

Here.

- Make love to me right now. - What?

Come on.

- Wait a minute. - That's it.

- Do you think Vicent did rape his wife? - No.

No, it's not true and I know because I was with him that night.

So what's going on?

Why'd he do that? He was out of control.

Because he isn't well.

He's having attacks of rage again.

What attacks?

From his illness.

Alejandra, Conrado is bipolar.

He started having attacks about three years ago.

When Lucía was raped.

And now, he must have felt deceived because you're with me.

It awoke the beast inside him.

Are you okay?

Alejandra, what's wrong?

- Alex, wait! What's wrong? What is it? - I don't know.

Calm down. What is it?

You're telling me is my fault.

Him nearly splitting Vicent's head open.

No, that isn't what I meant.

- I'm not blaming anyone, okay? - I didn't know.

Did you know about his pills? He told you that, right?

- That he'd stopped taking them? - I thought it was tranquilizers.

Or sleeping pills.

He said he wanted to feel pain just like I did,

I didn't think he had mental issues.

It's okay. It's alright, Alex.

Look at me.

It'll pass, okay.

It's not the first time they've fought about this.

How can he be two such different people?

I think everybody can be two people.

Like Óscar? Leading two lives.

No, two people at the same time. In the same moment.

One is the domesticated person,

who thinks about what people will say and what's right or wrong.

The other lives on instinct.

Untamable.

Only coming out when we turn off our brains.

Like with sex or when we're furious.

The problem with that side of us is often we don't even know it ourselves.

Verónica...

Alfaro... No wait.

Óscar!

Verónica Alfaro Rellán,

born here in La Albufera, mother to my two-year-old daughter...

will you marry me?

I've got the giggles.

- Honey, you bought me a ring. - Just say you will.

Sorry, you're right.

Yes.

What are you doing?

Óscar!

- Real nice. - I know you don't like rings.

You once told me that I should only be with you if I could.

And I want you to know I'm going to be here.

My dad left home when I was 12 and I never saw him again.

I'll never leave.

Never.

I want you to know that I don't have a first or second wife.

I'll be here.

Until we grow old

and I have to come to La Albufera by bus.

My love...

"Two women, two lives.

Two different people inside one.

The one who judges and the one with no prejudices.

The question is, when do we lose our identity?

When do we lose control of the reigns of the thoroughbred we all have inside?"

And Alejandra?

She had a personal issue and asked me to excuse her.

Well, I called you to this meeting mainly to congratulate you all.

A couple of hours ago, the Qatari group gave the building the green light

with a budget of 404 million.

I'll probably have to go to Doha tomorrow to meet with them,

so I wanted to make sure I gave you the news, now let's celebrate!

Well, I have some news for you all too.

I won't be able to hide it for much longer

so I wanted to tell you I'm pregnant.

- Congratulations! - That's great!

- Thank you so much. - Great news.

Well, since we're on the subject, I'm sure nobody cares, but...

I'm the father.

It was before Minerva and I reconciled.

Why are you saying that?

This way everyone knows and we avoid rumors.

Jaume, when a single woman says she's pregnant,

nobody needs to admit they impregnated her.

It's bad taste. And I never asked you for anything.

You're right, you haven't asked for anything.

Well, apart from me to stay out of it, right?

In the end, I'm actually quite grateful that you had that...

panic attack, you know?

And that you wouldn't let me continue with our relationship.

If that's even what it was. I don't know anymore.

You know why?

Because sometimes guys are so incredibly stupid they leave their wives

and their old lives for other women who still reject them.

So, thank you.

Anyway, when you see Alejandra tell her congratulations from me.

She gets to decide who'll work on her team

and if she wants you, she should tell you.

Congratulations!

The thing is, he's out of control.

Guilt, rage, resentment, they're feelings we all have.

Some people control them, others don't.

Bipolar is an illness.

The patient goes through phases of euphoria

and phases of depression.

And, obviously, they're not in control of their impulses at those times.

And is that how Conrado is?

I don't like to label people.

A specialist would have to diagnose that.

You must know something, you treated him for three years.

You let him stop his meds and he threatened to kill his best friend.

What are you scared of, Alejandra?

That he'll hurt himself?

That he'll hurt someone else?

Or that you might have hurt him?

I came in on a Sunday because I was really worried when you called.

I just wanted to be honest.

I wanted to do the right thing. What Óscar wasn't able to do with me.

It seemed like the right thing and now it turns out it isn't.

I don't know how to help him.

Bring him here tomorrow.

Try and convince him to take his meds again.

Right now, the only thing that's real to him is what's in his head.

Whatever that is.

If he's already had violent outbursts,

he'll likely have more.

Alejandra?

Alex?

- Verónica. - Are you with Conrado?

- No, I'm in Valencia. What's up? - Shit. He's not here.

I know. He woke up and left a while ago.

What time is it?

8 o' clock.

I have to go.

That was over two hours ago.

I couldn't say anything to him.

Not a question, not an offer of help or my car

in case he needed to go somewhere. I...

I froze.

Well, I'll look for him at the precinct. I'm sure he'll be there.

I couldn't find Vicent either.

I went to the bar, looked all over town.

Nobody has seen him.

It's normal he isn't there after what happened this morning.

I know, but he wasn't at his house either.

I went in with my keys and saw a half-packed suitcase.

And a ticket to Toulouse.

- He's leaving Albufera? - I don't have a clue.

I told him he should yesterday, but I'm not sure.

It'd be weird not to say goodbye.

- Look, wait there. I'm on my way. - Okay, see you soon.

I have to go, Montse.

Dammit.

Lieutenant.

Get out of the car. Get out.

Did you do this? Get out of the car.

Get out of the car. Get out!

Get out!

Alex, it wasn't him.

Was it you?

What did you do?

Beat him to death and throw him in the canal?

- It wasn't him. - How do you know?

How do you know? He can't control himself.

I didn't kill Vicent.

I didn't kill him.

You threatened him in front of the whole town.

Andrés told me Vicent was one of my wife's rapists.

Andrés?

Why did he tell you that?

I gave him the notebook in exchange for information.

You gave him the only evidence we have on him for Óscar's murder?

Are you stupid? What the hell is wrong with you?

You let a murderer manipulate you.

Wake up, Conrado. He used you.

First, to get even with Vicent

for keeping his money,

and to make you look guilty in front of the whole town.

- What do you think will happen now? - Leave him be.

Shit.

You need to catch Andrés, Conrado.

You have to prove he killed Óscar and Vicent or they'll come for you.

Please.

Let's go to the precinct.

Let's go.

Two days before he died, after you and he argued,

Óscar left La Albufera.

I know, I went to Vicent's place and while I was there Óscar called him.

I have to meet someone and can't take it.

Okay.

He wanted him to keep Andrés' money for him.

Óscar was going to take the 1.2 million to Santo Domingo,

but never took the flight. He went to Taracuellos.

The speeding tickets show that, in the last two months at least,

Óscar went there every weekend.

But who was he seeing?

Probably the same person.

The guy that I saw?

- Damn. - Do we know who he is?

Yes. His name is Francisco Reyes.

His prints are all over the house. He has a record.

He said Óscar owed him money.

Maybe Óscar stole all that money from Andrés to pay this guy

who was blackmailing him or doing dirty dealings.

But something must have happened, because he never did.

I have to speak to that guy.

No.

What we have to do is go to that hole where Andrés hides out

and clamp his balls until he confesses to what he's done.

Do you really think he'd spill?

- It's better to follow protocol. - Protocol?

What protocol?

That guy has killed people, Conrado.

I didn't kill Vicent...

but I could have.

I'll send that guy a message telling him I'm Óscar's widow.

That Óscar left something for him.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

MEET YOU AT THE BAR IN AN HOUR

- Where are you going? - To see Andrés.

You son of a bitch.

Take it easy. These girls are my friends.

You killed him, didn't you?

I'm sorry, you're mistaken.

I'm nobody to accuse anyone,

but I heard your cop beat ten shades of shit out of him at the bar yesterday,

- He said he'd kill him. - You set him up.

- You lied to him. - Me? Lord, give me strength.

No.

That was a feud.

There's no smoke without fire and that cop is in flames.

The only thing I saw was that one of them had a scar on his hand.

And Óscar's death?

- Was that another feud? - Wow. So I killed someone else now?

Next thing is I'll be a psychopath.

Have you told people this?

I loved Óscar.

He was my friend.

He kept my secrets.

And I kept his.

Want to know one?

The day before he died he came to see me.

Do you know what he said?

- He wanted out of it all. - Of his business with you.

- That's why he stole your accounts. - Yes. And from me.

But because he wanted to leave you.

And I said, "You have a fucking daughter."

Do you know what he said?

I know.

He didn't give a shit

about leaving Sol fatherless.

That's a lie.

- It's true, Verónica. - It's not true.

- It is true. It is. - No, it isn't. It's not true.

- Yes, it is. - No, it isn't.

- Listen to me. - It isn't.

You took a decent man...

a married man who worked in Valencia

- and you entrapped him. - No.

Yes, you entrapped him. You did, Vero.

Verónica. Don't touch her.

Relax, Vero. Take it easy.

You have a gift between your legs.

- Verónica. Let me go. - You do.

That's worth too much money for you to be giving it away, sweetie.

- It's true. - Verónica!

Verónica!

Verónica... Let go of me! Verónica.

Let go of her!

Verónica, come here.

- No. - Come here.

Come here, Verónica.

- Verónica. - Verónica.

- Listen to me, he was manipulating you. - No...

The way he did with Fran and Óscar.

He made us think what he wanted. Look at me.

Look at me, please. Verónica, look at me.

Look at me.

He's right, Alejandra.

No. Can't you see he's playing with you?

He did it to Fran and Óscar.

- It's okay. - Please, just go.

This isn't happening.

Let's go.

Jesus, what's their rush?

Go ahead, asshole.

Jesus!

Fucking asshole.

What's the big idea? We almost crashed!

The thing is I've been thinking about what you said.

That I have a gift between my legs.

It sounds pretty good.

I don't know, maybe you want to make me an offer.

Move your Barbie car, I'm in a hurry.

That won't be possible.

Look at me when I'm talking to you.

Put the rifle down.

Get in the trunk.

- You have no idea what you're... - Andrés!

I never held one of these before,

It could easily go off in my hands and shoot you in the balls.

Get in the trunk. Now.

Let's just calm down and talk. Let's...

Open it.

You seriously have no idea what you're doing. Shit.

- Fucking hell! - Don't shout.

You have no clue, not a fucking clue what you're getting yourselves into.

Shit. Get off me, dammit!

You fucking bitch.