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"The day Ariadna saw her dead husband, she felt paralyzed

looking for something to be able to say, 'Sorry, you're mistaken. It's not him.'

But no.

It was. It was him.

However, the man lying there wasn't the husband she knew.

He was someone who had handed over his ethics and his morals

so love could not lose its hold on him.

He'd become a man who moved money for a pimp

and what hurt most wasn't that he'd become a crook,

but that he was now a puppet with no will of his own.

He came to that very conclusion himself on May 8th, a day before his death.

Love is so immense,

it will take over your identity just to feed itself."

I don't know who I am or where my home is!

"It will engulf you to the point where rather than enjoying it,

- you become a slave to it." - It's over, Oscar.

- Please. - It's over.

"With no will of his own,

swaying like branches at the mercy of the wind,

Orlando realized, that day in May,

that he had to do something to keep from going crazy.

He then made the decision that would take him to his death."

I just landed in Santo Domingo.

I'm heading to Panama and you'll have the money in two days.

Shit...

- What took you so long? - You didn't turn your phone on?

No, but I'm going crazy. He won't stop banging on the trunk.

- I went to the drugstore. - The drugstore?

Why?

Alejandra, we've kidnapped a guy and put him in the trunk.

- Take that. - Okay.

I went to my mom's house and brought back

tranquilizers, sedatives, sleeping pills.

I think it's enough. Open the distilled water.

Juanito, Juanito.

I think they must be giving away journalism degrees,

because everybody here seems to know everything.

They all think this polyamory is something they've invented.

That women have been liberated because they can bed hop now.

Like they've been given permission.

But I've been a sailor for 22 years

and when you get to Greenland to fish for cod,

that's when you realize.

When you realize what? A beer, please.

That there's nothing an Eskimo woman hadn't done before a Spanish one.

Wow, 22 years at sea... Long time to be away from home, right?

Yes, sir, seven months a year.

Damn.

- And are you married? - I was. Why do you think I went to sea?

Yeah, I guess every now and then relationships need...

airing out every now and then, or they rust. Even if you have kids.

You like asking questions.

What if I ask you what you're doing here?

Because I've seen you around for weeks.

I'm thinking of moving here. Divorce is on the cards.

Did your wife leave or are you waiting for her to?

One left me already. And the other would if she knew the truth.

Have some whiskey instead of that carbonated shit.

- No. - Hey!

Don't turn me down. Don't sweat it, I've got a tab.

Listen, young man, love doesn't last long.

Some people say three years, but I'd say less.

When you sleep together the first few times, that's love.

When you meet,

when you win them over, that's love.

After that, it becomes something else.

It's more comfortable, but it isn't love.

So to feel that again and keep it alive...

you must have lovers. The more, the better.

You're happy and it makes you love your wife more.

- That's one way of looking at it. - Have some whiskey.

And don't worry, it's not a gift. It's a loan.

One espresso.

- See you later, Juanito. - You didn't finish your wine, sir.

You smell like a cop from 100 miles away.

Maybe you were expecting someone else.

- A woman. - How would you know?

I'm Oscar's widow.

Look, I don't want trouble. I didn't know him, he sought me out.

- What for? - If you want the truth,

no idea.

Oscar left money with a friend of mine because he had to do something.

It was a lot of money. My friend is dead now.

Oscar was coming to meet you.

So, either you tell me what he wanted or I take you to the precinct at gunpoint.

Get it?

Why did you tell his wife he owed you money?

Because he did. He came to the bar, we chatted,

I bought him a few whiskies. Ten euros, that's what he owed me.

I didn't know who he was.

Do you have kids?

Two I know of.

Legitimate. I liked women more than Errol Flynn.

- And where are they? - Don't know.

The last time I saw them, the girl had pigtails

and the boy had a bumfluff mustache.

They were really smart kids.

Hey, my kids made me happy, you know?

Seeing their grades, buying them bikes,

but feeding them every damn night,

reading them stories, blowing their noses...

So one day you got tired and went out for cigarettes, right?

And...

Then, you occasionally sent them a Christmas card?

For the first few years, but then...

Then nothing.

Well, not nothing.

You sent a CD.

When the eldest turned 16...

The biggest French hits.

For years, I thought you lived in Paris

and that you'd sent me that CD because...

because you missed me or you were coming back.

But you probably bought it at a gas station in Tudela.

Oscar.

Oscar León, that's my name now.

I took Mom's husband's surname.

Three months ago I had surgery for appendicitis.

Until that moment, I hadn't realized...

to what extent my life had become a labyrinth

and then I thought of you.

I hadn't thought about you since the Paris thing.

And you think it's my fault that you're life became a labyrinth?

I don't know.

I paid a guy to look for you and I rented a house real close by.

You weren't expecting me to cry?

Or to apologize?

I never did anything I regret, in my life.

I've always lived exactly the way I wanted to.

I've drunk everything and fucked everything, and here I am.

- Doing great. - I didn't come for an apology.

Everyone says leaving makes you a coward, but the opposite is true.

Being a coward is watching your life waste away and not making a decision.

You've got to have balls to leave your family and not look back.

To leave what you love most for something you love even more.

That's the hardest thing you can do.

Life comes to an end.

If you want to know what it's about, you have to live.

Being part of a family you don't belong to kills you.

It kills you...

and the people around you.

We spent one night together and that was it.

I don't believe in blood, okay.

Affection has to be felt with the heart...

or with the bond of years gone by.

There won't be any more bonding with him.

Yeah, his wife told me he'd died.

He didn't just die. He was killed.

The night you spent together was his last alive.

Oscar stole that money, came to meet you and when he came back, he was killed.

There must have been something else that he said or did while you were together.

A sentence, a name, a phone call, something.

No.

Yes! There was a phone call.

- He was arguing and explaining himself. - Or they were threatening him?

I don't know.

Let me explain.

I didn't go to Santo Domingo, but of course I have the money.

Listen, I can't do that. I can't. I need time.

I need time to deal with something.

Jesus, I'll explain later.

He left without saying a word and I went back to sleep.

That was the last time I saw him. I never saw him again.

My coffee, your wine and what Oscar owed you.

Juanito, have you been playing the machine at night again?

That's illegal. You know that, right?

You know what? There are lucky people and there are people with no luck.

"Orlando went looking for his father in search of comfort.

In an attempt to confirm that the poison in his life was also in his blood

to be able to keep blaming him.

But he felt like the same scumbag he always had.

Because of that torment,

he had to make the decision he hadn't been able to make

in the last eight years."

Don't move.

Stop moving, dammit, it's for your own good.

If you move I can't guarantee where I'll inject you.

Don't move and all will be fine.

- Again? - Yes.

Won't it be too much?

I'm wondering...

how many condoms get used here on an average day.

A day like today, for example, a Monday.

I take it you do hygiene inspections and check-ups and everything.

It's mandatory for all businesses.

What the fuck do you want, Lieutenant?

Have you come to do an inspection? What are you doing here?

You thug doormen are the black boxes for back-alley dives like this.

When there are no security camera's, there's you guys.

Deciding who comes in, who leaves, what each of them wants.

I'm sure you know what Oscar was doing here the day he died.

Why would I tell you?

Listen, I could take this cigarette down the precinct,

put it in an evidence bag, and stick any label I want on it.

Next thing is, you become my wife's third rapist

and you get ten years in the slammer.

I'm sure a pretty boy like you will go down a storm in the showers.

From what I heard, there are no cubicles.

That's illegal... pig.

You wouldn't do a thing like that.

I'd have to agree there,

but pointing a gun at a guy for no reason

and telling him to spill his guts or I'll blow his head off,

that's a bit more illegal, right? Asshole.

Hey, Oscar!

Look what I got my grandson, I bought it online.

It's amazing, man.

You pay on a virtual platform with virtual money

- and the next day it's here. - Andrés, I want to quit.

I want to quit my job, Andrés.

I'll give you a raise. 40 per cent. How's that?

I don't want more money, I want to stop.

Listen, I started working with you in a moment of...

I don't know, madness.

I was crazy about a woman who'd appeared in my life

and the beauty of this place.

I've been living this crazy life for eight years, but I'm done.

I have three dummy companies in Panama,

two in the Virgin Islands,

and two more in San Martin that you opened

that I don't even know the fucking names of.

- Okay, but you can hire someone else. - What should I do?

Place an ad and start interviewing?

"Money launderer wanted." Come on, man.

Come in.

Andrés, sweetie. Antón Llopis is here with the guys he booked for.

Come here and I'll tell you something.

This guy here, the accountant, he just turned down a 40% raise.

He says he's stressed.

See if you can't do something to help him.

Of course, darling.

Come with me, honey.

I'll suck out all the poison you have inside.

No, thank you.

Leave us.

I'm not the guy who sleeps with whores.

I'm not the guy who cheats banks and launders money. I'm not him.

You're the guy with two lives.

What will you do? Get a loan from the architect to pay for your house here?

I'm done with itall,

- I'm leaving La Albufera. - And your daughter?

You have to have balls to abandon a child.

I, however, take care of my kids. And my grandkids.

Like this little gem. Do you like it?

It's so that the baby sleeps well at night.

I sleep well at night...

because I have you.

You're my little gem.

But if you go...

I won't get a wink of sleep for the rest of my damn life.

That would put me in a real bad mood.

So, you can leave Verónica and your daughter...

but what we've got going on, not even the Pope can annul.

Don't make me take out a hit on you.

Getting rid of you would cost me half of your salary.

Let that sink in.

Those are this week's invoices.

Now you're going to go and do the A accounts and the B accounts.

Why was Oscar here and why did he steal your boss' damn accounts?

He wanted to quit, that's why he stole the damn accounts.

He changed the safe combination. Days went by before we realized.

- And you guys went after him, right? - Andrés told us to look for him,

but we didn't find him before he showed up dead.

Don't screw with me.

If my finger slips, you'll have a strainer for a face.

We didn't do anything, dammit. Ask his friend.

He had the balls to come looking for him.

What did he want?

Oscar lied to him, he said he'd gone on a trip

but he'd really kept Andrés' money.

- Everything okay? - I just got to Santo Domingo.

I'm heading to Panama, you'll have the money in two days.

Okay. Great, man.

Are you okay, man?

He was desperate to find him.

Hi, this is Fran. Leave a message.

- He's asleep. - Asleep or dead?

Asleep.

- Anesthetized. - Okay.

Now what?

Do you know somewhere quiet?

Where nobody would go. Somewhere abandoned?

The old paper factory.

Let's go.

I wanted to tell you that Alejandra and I have broken up.

- I'm sorry. - I'm telling you because I heard

that you're also interested.

And... I don't know. I think it's important I tell you,

because at a time when people talk so much about female solidarity,

we seem to be lacking solidarity among us men.

We all want an exceptional woman,

the problem is those women are also looking for exceptional men.

You don't say!

And there are only a handful of men

who make them feel like life is better by their side.

- So, the rest of us are screwed. - We're screwed!

We're totally screwed.

I was just wondering why they don't show you how to stand out at school!

Why do they teach you to be the same?

Not to raise your hand, not to stand out. They teach you to be a robot.

And you end up with the same suits, the same cars, the same houses,

it's total bullshit.

I don't want to be the same. I want to be different!

Women like men who are different.

Listen, I noticed something a while ago

and it's making me feel a little nervous.

You're knuckles are sore, how the hell did you do that, man?

When Alejandra and I split up I didn't feel very different,

so I had a fight with a bag of rice.

Rice from La Albufera?

Soft as a bomb.

Holy shit. I'm going to piss myself.

No, I'm literally going to piss. Jesus Christ. Hang on.

Stop pissing.

Male solidarity is over, it's questioning time.

Why don't I know you were looking for Oscar the afternoon he died?

- Why were you looking for him at Lula? - Ernesto called me.

Our contact in the Caribbean.

Oscar didn't show up with the money.

The day before, he called me saying he was in Santo Domingo,

that he was getting on the ferry, but it was a lie. He was being weird.

I'd been calling him all morning, but he wasn't picking up.

I didn't know where he was.

He finally took my call, though. He did.

- Where the hell are you? - Jjust let me explain.

No. I don't want you to explain shit!

Are you in Santa Domingo? Do you have the money?

No, I'm not, but I do have the money. Jesus, of course I do.

Do me a favor and get on the first flight to the Caribbean, right now!

Listen, I can't do that. I need some time.

Time for what, Oscar? Goddammit!

I need time to deal with something. Jesus, I'll explain everything.

I didn't know what was going on.

You thought he'd take off with the money.

You thought that asshole was going to screw you over.

So you stormed over to Albufera looking for him.

Yes or no?

Oscar was like a brother to me.

A brother who's good at everything.

I did everything he did.

I didn't understand why he was with Verónica...

but I went along with it.

I always said 'fine'.

And, in the end...

I've become a piece of shit like him.

A piece of shit and a murderer.

I'm not a murderer,

but they're trying to pin my friend Vicent's murder on me.

He showed up face-down in the canal,

so I have little to lose.

"On Orlando's last night on this earth, after his lover had left him,

he played the only card he had.

Something there was no going back on.

A child.

Some flowers. A trip.

To embark on his mission to return to his marriage

and the man he had been,

and keep from ever turning back.

But his love appeared...

- and he knew there was no escape." - I thought you'd gone.

"He wasn't like his father.

A man capable of taking the road to a selfish existence,

guided only by instinct.

I'm tired. I'm going to bed.

What are you doing here?

What the fuck is going on?

Where's the money?

I couldn't leave.

I...

I couldn't do a damn thing.

Verónica broke up with me.

She left.

It's like the ground's been torn from under me.

I was a mess, but...

but everything's fine now.

And what have you been doing?

For the last two days.

This wasn't the life I wanted, Fran.

It wasn't.

I didn't choose to be in love with two women.

I tried to stop it.

I tried so hard.

I tried, Fran. I really tried.

I called Alex...

an hour ago.

I told her I wanted us to have a baby.

I wanted to start over,

but five minutes later Verónica came back.

You told your wife you want to have a baby,

- and then you got back with Verónica. - I sent her flowers.

- I bought a trip to Paris. - Jesus, Oscar.

You've spent all this time believing this bullshit

about being in love with two women. It's not true.

You're in love with one and you lie to the other.

Just like you do with the IRS, your daughter and everyone else.

You're friends with a pimp whose money you launder.

Damn. That was the end, don't you see?

That was the end of your dignity, your honesty, everything.

Then you got me involved in this dirty business and I went along with it.

I did it for our friendship. Because we're friends.

What I didn't know is you'd shit on this friendship,

just like you shit on the biggest thing there is.

Having a child! Having a fucking child!

You're a conman.

A fucking conman!

Listen to me carefully.

You can go home now.

Call Alejandra and tell her you'll be in Frankfurt for a few more days,

then go to Santo Domingo and launder the money.

Goddammit.

Now go and when you come back you can start trying to get her pregnant.

I destroyed him.

It took me eight years to say something and when I finally did...

I made him kill himself.

How do you know he killed himself?

How do you know it was him who put the tube in his exhaust pipe?

Because I went back...

and I saw that he'd done it.

I swear I won't stop until he admits to killing Oscar.

I don't care if it takes two hours or three days.

I won't stop until he admits it.