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- Thanks. - Want the receipt?

No, it's fine.

Watch it.

Hey, the medium.

You spat on my face a few months ago.

That's not who I am anymore. I'm awaiting trial.

Can I ask you something?

I never believed in this stuff, but running into you here

feels like another coincidence.

I was a con artist.

I've been scamming suckers since '93.

And never declared a cent.

Wait!

Can I ask you a favor?

- Olivia. - Rosario.

I can't see the future.

I have no idea who you'll end up with.

Or whether you see him every day. I made it all up.

See you.

Kisses, Oli.

DEATH INC.

There were times I doubted you, but you're an unbelievable director.

"Unbelievable" in a good way, or...?

- All of your ideas are brilliant. - The loudspeakers? Great idea.

And the afternoon naps.

They've been proven to increase productivity.

Chemi, you've transformed the company.

What are Pilar and...?

I told them to back Chemi with his leaving a mark thing. It's time.

I hope it works out, buddy.

"Buddy"?

I've had a contract for two weeks. I'm not an apprentice anymore, so...

Morales, sales is like the army.

There's a chain of command.

Seniority, stripes, and medals matter.

Okay, should I still call you "boss"?

You wouldn't call a general "buddy."

Okay, fair point.

But we can still share personal stuff, as friends who trust each other.

My cousin from Murcia switched jobs.

How's your mother?

- Look, now no one can talk. - What's this?

A breathalyzer. 0.0. Myth busted.

You took it at eight in the morning on a Tuesday.

Back off.

Since you know about Morales's mom, can you do me a tiny favor?

She's seeing that guy again today.

- It's the fifth time in two weeks. - Everyone's finding love except me.

Could you ask Morales, like it's your idea,

whether they'll keep dating?

How am I supposed to ask a coworker about his mother's love life?

It's incredibly weird.

Yeah.

True. I know who to call.

Can I tell you something? The fortune teller is--

Later, Olivia.

Detective agency.

Hey, Dámaso!

The priest told me you asked him about religion.

About coincidences. But I'm over it. I'm not going to overthink it.

Well, if you change your mind, you know I'm a catechist.

One extra chair is no big deal.

Thanks, but I can't see myself in class with 8-year-olds.

Come on. I'd put you with the confirmation group.

- What happened to you? - I dropped a custard apple downhill.

You know I know your girlfriend?

Did you go to school together?

My neighbor's cousin's wife is friends with her.

They're off to Mallorca.

- Oh... - Is Angelines going away?

With the seniors' travel program. She comes back tomorrow.

- That doesn't add up. - What doesn't?

A one-day trip to an island.

She said she leaves Tuesday, today, and returns Wednesday, tomorrow.

She meant next Wednesday. Eight days makes more sense.

- Not to me. - Believe what you want.

First of all, my condolences.

No, he hasn't died.

Then what is it?

My husband's leg.

His leg?

He had it amputated. He wants it collected.

Oh. As a keepsake?

No. The hospital can dispose of it,

but they also let patients arrange a funeral

to bury or cremate the limb, and my husband's set on that.

- I see. Just the leg? - Are you new here?

I've been here a while. I have a contract--

The leg goes in the coffin.

When he dies, the rest of him joins it.

And if he's cremated, the ashes are combined.

Uh-huh, got it. So, cremation or burial?

You'll need to speak with Miguel Ángel.

I couldn't care less about the leg.

I hate the double standards.

If a breathalyzer goes wrong,

they're like, "Nino, this can't be. Nino this, Nino that..."

But when I score a perfect zero? No one congratulates me.

It kills my motivation.

Hey, have you ever had to collect a leg?

- An arm, when I started. - How'd they hand it over?

In a foam box.

What would you do if you had a limb amputated?

Apply for disability benefits.

Forget the leg. They can turn it into soup for all I care.

I think I'd bury it.

Oh. Where do you draw the line?

What line?

You'd bury a leg.

What about a foot?

- I don't know. - A toe?

- Your big toe? - No.

And a wisdom tooth? No? I don't know.

TORREGROSA FUNERAL HOME

- Do you think that's necessary? - Absolutely, Nieves.

- May I come in? - Come in, commercial agent.

How are you? I saw your daughters were here earlier.

Just visiting. They're happy with Chemi as director.

I spoke to them, went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror and said,

"Chemi, you've left your mark. Now go."

Is that right?

But then I realized there's one area where we're still falling short.

Racial diversity.

Racial diversity?

We're all Caucasian. The entire staff.

That's unacceptable in the 21st century.

Carmen isn't Black, though, is she?

No, she's from Zamora. I saw her file.

We need to hire a person of color. Urgently, Dámaso.

And who are you firing? Can I make suggestions?

I'm not firing anyone. We're just adding a multicultural hire.

Oh. And what role will they have?

I could use some help with cleaning.

Making the person of color do the cleaning wouldn't look great.

One question.

Once you hire the Bla... the new person...

- You'll have made your mark, right? - It's the last thing on my list.

I think it's a fantastic idea.

What race are we thinking? Someone of color? Mixed race?

- There are a lot of North Africans around. - Or a Romani person.

Or a Chinese woman.

There are so many races.

You won't believe this. The psychic was a fraud.

No way.

Now I don't know how to feel.

Sad because she lied to me for months,

or happy because my romantic options just opened up.

How much did you pay her?

Girls, have you heard about the new diversity hire?

- Diversity hire? - Manuela overheard it.

No one knows what the job is.

I hope it's for administration. I'm swamped.

- Whoever gets help has hit the jackpot. - You bet. Half the workload.

Team, I can't explain why,

but if any of you have a heavy workload and could use some help, let me know.

I'm here to talk about my workload!

I still haven't decided if I want to be buried or cremated.

- Right. - And...

I mean, my darn leg is forcing me to make up my mind.

Let the hospital dispose of it.

That leg got down on one knee and asked you to marry me 20 years ago.

What was I thinking?

They didn't amputate my ear.

Want a minute to decide?

- No. - No. I'm fine.

If I do cremation, that includes the rest of me later?

- No. - Why not?

They're separate cremations.

The leg now, the body later. Together, that's one whole person.

I should only pay once.

One whole roast chicken doesn't cost the same as two halves.

At this point, you'd pay for the cremation and urn,

since there's no wake.

And when you pass away--

That's it. Cremation.

- All right. - Show me a cheap urn.

In beige, to match my living room.

- We've got some beautiful ones. Look. - Beige...

- That's awful. - This one--

Okay.

Running the bar, the tables, the kitchen, it's a lot.

But the café is empty most of the time.

Not during peak hours. After the services, it's packed.

Enough to need another person?

Yeah. We urgently need a second driver.

But there's only one hearse.

You need to be well-rested to drive.

And sometimes I get stressed out.

Mentally drained.

That's no good.

My department's overloaded.

You just run the oven, and most days, it's not even on.

We're stretched thin.

Oh, Abel! Come in.

Want lunch? I made beans.

No, quick question. Are you back tomorrow or in eight days?

No, the Wednesday after.

- That's 15 days. - Fifteen days?

Yes. Eleven days in Mallorca, then four in Menorca. Why?

That's a long time. I looked up Mallorca yesterday.

It's dangerous.

Dangerous how?

People jump off balconies into pools and get alcohol poisoning in Magaluf.

Only young foreign tourists do that.

We're retirees.

Fifteen days is a long time.

Did you see them? Do they seem into each other?

They were all over each other.

They spent the night together and left the house afterward...

They're definitely a couple.

Shit. No wonder she picked him over me.

- He's so handsome. - No. That's the waiter.

The guy in the middle.

The stumpy guy?

He's no Brad Pitt.

- It's outrageous. - Would you rather he were handsome?

Of course. It's like losing a title fight.

Better to lose to the champ than to a nobody.

Looks aren't everything to women.

Maybe he's a poet.

A scientist.

An activist.

- I'm calling him again. - A pilot.

An archaeologist.

A senior professor.

A soccer player.

What about the casket?

There's no casket. You can cremate it as is.

This is foam. It's flammable.

I only accept caskets made of wood, cardboard, or approved materials.

I told them we didn't need a casket.

You were wrong.

Can't you just cremate it like that?

Sure, like it's a roast lamb.

Should I throw some garlic on it too?

Thanks.

Nieves.

I've got good news and bad news.

The bad news, our costs are going to go up a lot.

Oh no.

The good news is we're about to become a leader in workplace diversity.

We're hiring six people of color.

What?

I've been talking to the team about staffing needs.

Almost everyone's overwhelmed.

The workload's unsustainable. They're considering sick leave.

I had no idea. But not six. That's too expensive!

Especially with Vanesa's lawsuit looming.

We could cut it to five.

Say, two Asians and three Black people.

Five still sounds like a lot.

Torregrosa, more diverse than ever.

I wanted to wait for a meeting, but I can't keep it in. Here goes.

We're hiring four people of color.

- Four? - The exact races are still to be decided.

Suggestions are welcome. Let's keep up the good work!

Morales, the dimwit wants to hire four people. Four!

I'm with--

Either we make him quit now, or... Are you interrupting me?

I'm with the bereaved with the leg, boss.

Yes, I'll call you back when--

Sorry.

As I was saying, I came back because...

Why do you have so many shoes?

There's a man in room 302 who lost his other leg.

We're swapping his right shoes for my husband's left ones.

They're the same size. Talk about luck.

Luck would be having both legs.

Right.

I... Okay...

I know I said we didn't need a casket, but we actually do.

A whole coffin to cremate a leg? No damn way.

I have some discounted models, if you'd like to see.

No. Coffin, urn, cremation... It's too much. We're calling it off.

Finally.

- Calling it off? - We don't want any of it.

But the leg's already at the funeral home.

Then keep it.

I bet one of them will be a driver. Good times ahead.

I'll have more time to study.

You think it's a good thing?

We can't afford four extra salaries.

- That's management's problem. - And when they see they're broke?

When they've got two drivers, two servers, two cremator operators...?

He'll fire the new hires, right?

Or us. We're not diverse enough, and he didn't pick us.

That happened with Real Madrid.

They got rid of the hometown players. Now the whole team's Black.

They play better.

That makes it worse.

You're all idiots. Okay, who asked for help?

"Torregrosa Funeral Home seeks staff for a variety of positions."

"Experience, training, initiative,

and dark skin, a plus."

Yes?

Hey, cremator, have a seat.

I've thought it over, and I don't need anyone after all.

You said you were swamped.

No, I checked my Excel backlog. It's not that bad. I can handle it.

But you're busier at the end of the month.

Then I'll leave later. Just as well.

The bus will be less crowded.

What about the stress?

A little stress is good. It keeps you sharp. Keeps you alive.

- But if there were two drivers... - And readjust the seat every time?

The height, the pedals, the rearview mirror...

Not worth it.

Looks like one diversity hire will do.

Yeah. One's plenty.

Just not for the café, okay?

So what does he do? Is he in business?

No, he's a doorman.

At a building nearby, actually.

He sleeps there.

He has a room next to the office.

A doorman?

That's a respectable job.

Sure, but he's not an archaeologist or a rock star.

He's bald, he's a runt, and he sweeps hallways.

What does she see in him?

Maybe he's really funny.

Women like guys who make them laugh. Easy to talk to. Good communicators.

Now it's about his personality?

Love is so complicated.

Bend your knees, Manuela. Good.

Abel, you've done 18 practices and played three games.

Why don't you dribble?

I hit my foot when I do. It hurts.

When is your girlfriend coming back?

In 15 days. But she's not going.

Did something happen?

- No. I told her not to go. - Abel...

- That's sexist. - And toxic.

- Possessive. - Controlling.

I want to be with her.

In rom-coms, they play music when someone says that.

Rom-coms are usually toxic.

Poetry too. And love songs. Trust her. Give her space.

Let her have fun with my neighbor's cousin's wife.

Her room's on the sixth floor.

- So? - People jump off balconies.

Call her. Right now.

Angelines.

Okay!

She's putting in her hearing aid.

You can go to Mallorca!

What's this?

A 0.0 breathalyzer result.

You framed it?

- To silence the doubters. - Dámaso.

Oh, we're meeting in here now?

Come in.

We've decided to hire just one person of color.

Much better.

I didn't say anything, but four seemed excessive.

- One is enough for diversity. - The symbol is what counts.

Why did they change their minds?

It was odd.

When I floated the idea of extra help, everyone said they needed it.

No...

No!

What's wrong?

Racism at Torregrosa.

What?

It's so obvious.

Everyone wanted a new coworker until they heard about the skin color.

Then they backed out.

It's racism.

Chemi, isn't it possible they asked for help to lighten the workload,

but got cold feet about the cost when you mentioned four new hires?

They fear anyone different.

If I'd said four blonds, they'd have asked for a fifth.

- We can't have that. - Nieves, we need to reeducate them.

Chemi, you've already fixed a lot of problems.

We can tackle racism under my leadership.

- As director-- - No.

I can't leave you with this mess.

There'll be no handover until I've dealt with the racism issue.

You look sick. Kind of pale.

Want a supplement?

The hospital won't take the leg.

It's not a shirt. You can't return it.

Once the paperwork's done, it's done.

What do I do? The owner doesn't want it.

Pay for the casket, and I'll cremate it for you.

I don't have money for a casket now.

Oh. Then throw it in the trash.

No way. If someone finds a leg, they'll call Homicide.

Maybe take it to a recycling center?

We should put it in the fridge until the next cremation.

What for?

We'll cremate it with someone else. One trip through the oven.

Sometimes the bereaved want to view the body to say goodbye.

You want them seeing Grandpa with three legs?

I'd rather go to the hospital and talk to someone there.

Will you drive me?

The box isn't that big. It seems well insulated.

What's that mean?

Pablo.

Vanesa. How are you?

I'm so sorry about what happened--

- Where are you getting off? - The hospital.

We should get off there so I can tell you something.

- Okay. - All right.

I can't see the future.

I have no idea who you'll end up with.

Or whether you see him every day. I made it all up. See you.

No way. I dropped out of law school because she had a vision.

Really?

I'd only passed Roman Law in three years, but still.

Barack Obama, president.

Hicham El Guerrouj, athlete.

- Haruki Murakami, writer. - What's he talking about?

Oprah Winfrey, communicator.

Confucius, thinker.

Sitting Bull, leader.

Malala Yousafzai, activist.

Denzel Washington, actor.

El Pescaílla, guitarist.

What do all these celebrities have in common?

They're all from different races.

Team, racism has no place at Torregrosa.

Fantastic. You've reeducated them.

It doesn't work that fast.

For the next few days, my top priority as director will be

for you to understand

that we are all equal, regardless of skin color

or how slanted our eyes are.

I know you'd rather hire some blond guy with blue eyes.

Right, Anselmo? Isn't that right, Olivia?

But we're hiring a person of color, and you'll learn not to hate them.

And now, I'd like to echo the words that Martin Luther King Jr.

said on August 28, 1963.

So no one's told you anything about my lawsuit?

No. And Dámaso doesn't know either. He would've told me.

Do I have to testify?

Yes. I plan to call you as a witness.

But don't say anything to the others.

Okay.

- Pablo, you just have to tell the tru-- - No!

- What's wrong? - The leg!

- What? - The leg!

The leg!

What leg?

Is that his ex?

Yeah. Listen.

David? He's so boring.

Always has been. The kind who makes your life miserable.

The few friends he has are pieces of work too.

Boring, grim, pessimistic, dull, negative, annoying.

I'm confused now.

Maybe he's great in bed.

He's terrible in bed. Cold, no passion.

I mean, size isn't everything, but at least make an effort.

The only explanation I can think of is that he showed up

when she was looking for someone.

You know, right place, right time.

I was going to tell her how I felt.

What happened?

Chemi! He showed up when I was making my move.

I'm not the director, and I'm not with Luisa because of him...

He's ruining my life.

- Your eye's twitching. - I don't care!

Want lorazepam? We have some left from the guinea pig.

We'll be in touch, Mohamed.

Hey! What's up, brother?

Come on in.

What a lovely room!

And so bright, Angelines.

Oh, look! A little balcony!

- It overlooks the pool! - That's great!

I think I'll jump in.

Are you going to jump off the balcony?

Subtitle translation by: Meredith Cannella