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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

And you?

-I had breakfast a while ago. -How long was I asleep?

Eleven or 12 hours.

It's because of the time gap.

Our universe goes at a greater speed than the universe where you were.

A greater speed?

For you, only a few days have passed. Seven months have gone by here.

How is that possible?

Our universe takes more of a diversion than the universe you were in.

Don't you have a more normal way of explaining it?

Imagine that you and I are on a train that never stops,

and at a junction, or a transport hub,

you press a button and jump onto an adjacent train.

Then, each train takes a different path. Does that make sense?

Yes. For now.

Now imagine that the two trains must always pass by the same junctions

at the same time,

because you can press the return button back to my train whenever you want.

Without that, you wouldn't be able to return, do you understand?

Yes. I jumped onto the train next to ours

and I'm seeing everything through the window.

Well no, it's not that,

because both trains take totally different routes.

My train takes a much longer diversion than yours to get to each junction.

Therefore, it has to go faster to reach the junction at the same time.

Okay.

So that's why you feel so disorientated now.

The change in speed can unsteady you until you are accustomed to it.

And the time difference?

Imagine that one kilometer equals one day.

We've traveled more days than you. Do you understand?

Yes. Well, more or less.

The thing I told you yesterday, before going to sleep--

Eat something first. It will do you good.

The cleaning service comes at midday.

We'll save them some work.

-I can do it myself. -I know.

From the few things you said to me before going to sleep last night,

there is one that I can't get out of my head.

Which one?

"I bring tragedy to the universes I go to."

It's true. In the first one, I killed myself.

In the second, I couldn't stop Elisa and my kids dying.

And in the third, Young Eduard's death was an accident, not necessarily--

If I hadn't gone there, he'd be alive.

-You don't know that. -I bring tragedy to the universes I--

No!

Stop thinking like that.

You're right.

Everything goes wrong. But it's not you, it's me.

I'm in charge of this.

Besides, you asked me

if you were the first person to do the experiment.

You're not the first.

Who else has done it?

One person. A friend.

Well, more than a friend. A good friend.

He didn't come back from one of the trips.

Why?

He didn't survive.

"I DON'T GO IN"

You haven't failed at all.

What?

Now we're walking arm-in-arm,

but you're perfectly capable of walking without my help.

You see?

-Do you think I'm making it up? -No. Absolutely not.

What are you trying to prove?

"For weeks, I've been tormented with the idea that I've failed

and it has taken away all of my strength."

-What are you talking about? -The note you left me.

-Oh, yes. -You haven't failed.

Perhaps you did with that guy, but not with me. I'm here.

And now you're getting stronger again. You don't need me to walk.

Shall we continue?

Just in case.

You keep thinking about it, don't you?

What happened in that universe you were in.

I don't want you to feel guilty.

I won't allow it. Your experiment works.

That's not why--

It's me, and only me, who makes others...

It was a freak accident.

It's always an accident. It can't be a coincidence.

And it's always an accident caused by a car.

It's as if the accident with Elisa and my children, here, in this universe,

as if that accident I caused,

has to be replicated in every single one of the universes.

You said, "There is one universe for every decision we haven't made in life."

Is there no universe that doesn't end in a violent and horrible accident?

Not even one?

The device works but it's no good if it only causes pain.

No, no. It let me see Elisa again.

But that didn't end well.

Elisa... so young, so pretty.

She wanted to, but we couldn't. I wanted to--

You wanted to stay with her, and not come back?

Yes.

Why didn't you?

Too much of an age gap.

And poor Eduard-- I couldn't have done it.

I couldn't.

-Where are you going? -It was a mistake.

-What was? -Everything!

No, no! Don't you want to continue walking, talking--

No, I'm tired. I need to lie down.

Don't you want to come with me?

You know my mother. You'll meet my brother and--

No. I'm not sociable or friendly.

It's been too long since I connected with people.

I never know how I should behave.

Just as you are.

Have you told them about me? You promised not to talk about me.

And I'll keep my word.

Well...

-Goodbye. -You're kicking me out quickly.

You said "well." When people say "well," they tend to want to leave.

How do you know, if you haven't been with people for so long?

Maybe now, people say "well" to mean "I really want to stay a while longer."

Well...

Go. Family and friends are the most important thing.

Have you already thought about what you're going to tell them,

after being away so long without any contact?

I'll do what I can.

When will we see each other again?

When you get tired of your family.

I didn't mean seeing each other here.

Get that out of your head.

-Excuse me. If you'd be so kind... -Òscar, let it go.

No, no, no.

Everyone asked me to say a few words and I'm going to do that.

And I'm not going to hold anything back if that's all right with you. Okay?

Firstly, cheers to you.

Right? To celebrate that you're alive.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Cheers. To you.

So...

We've all missed you these past months.

Some of us feared the worst.

No sign of you. Nowhere. No calls. No messages.

The police had no ideas.

Your mother, she was the only one who said,

"Until I have seen Eduard's lifeless body, Eduard is still alive,

and I don't want anybody to cry."

Obviously we had some experience.

It wasn't the first time you'd done this.

But so many days, months, without even the slightest sign wasn't--

-Òscar, please. -No, no. No, let me finish. Let me finish.

The police assured us that they were working on it.

Even so, we didn't stay still even for one day.

Clara and I looked for you in unimaginable places.

And your brother, Tere, your mother, we didn't stop tracking you...

-We spoke to your work-- -You didn't have to.

What do you mean? What do you mean?

Your mother was sure you were alive,

and your loved ones wanted to know if you were okay--

I was perfectly fine.

So why didn't you tell us?

You didn't contact us for months and you were perfectly fine?

Where? Doing what?!

Nothing interesting.

Eduard, you made us worry in an almost inhumane way.

All of us. Pau and Martí were asking about you every day.

-It's true. -It is.

Why didn't you tell us you were okay?

We're still worrying.

It takes a lot to come back from that. More if you--

We don't deserve this, we're your family. What are you hiding from us?

Don't say anything now if you don't want to, but at least--

It's okay, I'll try.

-Sorry, I didn't-- -Mom, you're right.

You're right. You're all right and you deserve an explanation.

I didn't give you any signs of life that whole time

because I didn't miss any of you.

Eduard, don't be cruel.

No, I'm not being cruel. Quite the opposite.

Months. I was away for months. Okay.

That's what you keep repeating and reprimanding me about.

But I took a train that went a lot slower than yours.

So what if I told you...

that for me, only a few days had gone by?

Four or five, at the most.

I was-- you all say that you've been without me for months,

but where I was, you were all there, with me.

Where is "there"?

On that train.

-What train? What are you on about? -It's a metaphor.

-It's a place like this-- -And we were there with you?

-We were there, but didn't see you? -That's it.

We're hiding, and you see us--

-No, not here, Mom. There. -Where is "there"?

Enough. Listen to me. I wasn't away for months, I was in a place like this

and all of you were there too, with me, and only for a few days.

That's why I didn't miss you. All of you. Even--

Even who?

Elisa, your daughter.

-Your favorite student. -What?

-Your best friend. -Eduard, please, stop.

And I also saw-- I also saw Dad.

I was with you and them, too.

Where... where did you see my daughter?

In his head, Joan, where do you think?

-You accused me of having killed her. -No.

-I never said that. -You did.

-I have never thought that. -Yes, you have.

And I've seen all of you hating me.

-What? -We'd never.

Stop, you're scaring them!

Stop, Eduard.

If Dad was alive, I'd be a bad person now.

What are you talking about?

And you always wanted to sleep with Elisa.

-Excuse me? Watch it, okay? -And you... I'd prefer not to say it.

-Say what? -I hurt the people I love.

Before he died, Dad wanted to give me a bike.

If he had, I would be dead now,

and I'd have saved you from all this. Go! You should get away from me.

If you don't, you'll all end up dead, all of you!

You want the truth? That's the truth!

You're making no sense. Will you stop?

See how it was better not to say anything?

Can I come in?

How are you?

And them?

Fine.

They're fine.

I believe you.

-Really? -Yes.

I understand perfectly what you meant.

What I meant.

In your head it's impossible to think

that it is possible to move on from this.

In my head.

Yes, and you see images, things that seem real,

and that's why things go slower for you than they do for us.

-It depends on the universe. -Exactly.

It doesn't depend on you.

What?

You're still living in pain. And it's not easy to escape it.

But time will pass.

And it will go back to being linear, not circular.

Right now it is all a complete mess in your head, but it will pass.

And the things will gradually fall back into place.

And things that seem impossible now, maybe won't be, in...

Yes?

In two, three, four years from now.

The pain will never go

but you'll learn to live with it and then...

-No-- -No, no, no, no, no, no. No.

Then what?

I'm sure you'll move on.

How I love seeing friends who love each other.

I'm going to...

They want to give you a hug before leaving.

In a second.

Afterward... you and I should go get a drink.

-Do you mean...? -Exactly.

Come on.

While you were away, we discussed it.

We spent so much time together that in the end--

But what did she say, exactly?

Nothing, I notice it a lot.

I didn't realize either until now.

I don't know, you know, the day-to-day, and when Elisa...

They were friends--

But Elisa's good with those kinds of things,

and she never gave me the faintest idea.

-Never. -You're talking like she's alive.

Yes. Is that a problem?

No, no. No.

If she'd known that Clara... she would have told me right away, man.

Are you listening?

It's been five months since Elisa's death,

and Clara hasn't said anything--

Sorry, but for me, it hasn't been six months, Òscar--

Okay. Okay, okay. That's enough, let's leave it. Let's leave it.

-What? -No, nothing.

Nothing, Now that I think about it, it's pathetic.

-What is? -When she told me, deep down,

I hoped that she would say the same thing, but about me.

About you?

It was on one of our trips when we were in Corsica looking for you.

Why Corsica?

Clara thought you might have hidden there.

She remembered that you and Elisa went four or five times

to a small hotel in Oletta, which you both said was a lost paradise,

where you hid from everything,

all before Carla was born.

Oletta.

-We were convinced you were there. -Clearly not.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And we spent two nights in that little hotel.

-Does it still exist? -Yes. It's amazing.

I'd completely forgotten it.

So she told me there.

When I was excited about her telling me, it turned out that...

pathetic is an understatement.

She told me that when Elisa was alive,

she had hid it from her too.

It was a pain that for years, Clara had learned to...

-To live with. -Yes.

She'd always been in love with you,

ever since the thing you had when you were having that crisis with Elisa.

-Excuse me? -That's what she told me.

-Clara? -Yes.

That she and I had a thing when Elisa and I were having a crisis?

Yes.

Elisa and I never had a crisis. Not even one.

And Clara and I never had a thing.

-Well... -And you believed it?

Yes, because I remember the crisis you had with Elisa more and more.

-Really? And why is that? -She talked to me about it.

How come I don't remember this?

Maybe because it was around 15 or 16 years ago,

or maybe because you can't think of anything negative about her.

Or because you're in a bad way.

Yes. That must be it, yes.

-Should I come up for a while? -No. Thanks for walking me home.

Edu. What you said before at dinner...

-Let it go. -No. No, no, no.

I swear that I never-- and when I say never,

I mean never thought about Elisa and I--

Òscar, I know. I didn't mean it.

Sorry.

-See you tomorrow? -Yes.

What's on your mind?

Nothing. Thanks.

Should I go in or not?

NOVEMBER 2000

-Hello. -Hello.

Thank you.

I swear...

-Shall we? Come on, yeah? -No. No, no. No!

-Come on! -No!

Come on, grow some balls, come on. Come on, please.

Come on, come on, come on.

You're provoking me.

No! No!

-It's not that cold, you know? -No.

-No! -No, it's not that cold. Yes.

No!

I'm sick of my boss, man. Don't laugh. Really.

Because he's obsessed.

He's backed up his backup files. Don't laugh.

Really, I'm having a hard time.

Hey. Not feeling too good?

Let's go outside.

No, let's finish this first, okay?

You don't look too well. Are you dizzy?

-She's been like that for days. -Did something happen?

That guy has got her feeling dizzy.

-What guy? -The guy from music class.

Lluís Antic?

He's got you dizzy?

He's become fixated on Elisa doing a song recital somewhere, I don't know.

-You see? -Oh, really?

I would love that. I would go.

-But she's not a professional. -So what?

So if she wants to keep her place at university, she can't focus on singing songs now.

-Her thesis is late, she just needs-- -I'm here, you know?

I can speak for myself.

Well you weren't talking.

I wasn't talking because I didn't want to.

I hate it when you speak for me to my friends in front of me.

Sometimes I just want to hit you, you know?

Look, Elisa, I'm sorry, but--

I'm pregnant.

So yeah, I'm not feeling well, yes, I'm dizzy and yes, I want to go outside.

You can finish your beer, I'll wait for you outside.

And if you want to stay longer, I'll see you later, tomorrow or whenever.

I'll go. Yes. I'll go.

-Edu, Edu. Here, here. -Thanks.

You could have told me.

I've been trying for days and I couldn't. -What? -You've always got something to do.

-Have you known for a while? -No.

I suspected it a few days ago. I did the test today.

I thought--

But yes, it's true I had missed my period.

You didn't think to tell me before you did the test?

The day before yesterday, you were out with your workmates.

You had a meeting, had to help your mom with something in her new house,

dinner with Òscar and Clara--

And your singing class, I don't know what you're getting out of it.

-You're an idiot. -No, my love--

I'm happy with the idea of being a dad.

"The idea"? This isn't an idea. This is reality.

Of course, my love.

I mean I will love it. I will love being a father.

Great. Congratulations.

Why are you being like this? What have I done?

No, no, you tell me! Do you think you've done anything wrong?

I don't know. You tell me.

That's the problem. You don't even realize.

What the fuck do I have to realize?

"I will love it. I will love being a father."

It's true. And if it's our child, even more, honey.

-You're awful. -But why?!

You haven't stopped to think that maybe

at this moment of my life, I might not be ready to have a child.

Whether it's yours or whoever else's.

"Whoever else's"? What do you mean?

-Are you listening? -You're not okay! You're not okay!

You don't think,

because you don't give a shit about what could happen in my life.

-Not a fucking shit! -No, Elisa...

Leave me alone! And...

if you can spend the night at your parents', that would be good.

-Clara? -Yes.

She and I had a thing when Elisa and I were having a crisis?

Yes.

Elisa and I have never had a crisis. Not even one.

And Clara and I never had a thing.

-No, but have I explained myself? -Yes, you have.

You're someone who is always there, who listens to me...

-Who listens to me... -Yes, yeah. So grab on to--

Where are you taking me now?

To my house. You can barely stand up.

I can't stand up, can I?

-No, I can stand. I'm okay. -Come on, please.

-No! Yeah? -Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Enough. Come on, go inside.

Eduard? Eduard.

Eduard?

It's almost nine. I have to go to work.

What? Don't you know where you are? You were so drunk--

Why did you let me drink?

Alcohol turns me into a beast, you know that.

Dude, I'm not your mother.

-Elisa? -I spoke to her on the phone.

She knows you spent the night here. She seemed worried.

Why not talk calmly and make up?

Being so pathetic is not a good idea.

-Go on, call her now. -No. I'll pick her up from singing class

and take her for dinner at a good restaurant.

Perfect. Go on. I left you a clean towel on the sink, okay?

Clara.

-Thanks for-- -When you leave, shut the door.

I would have appreciated someone telling me.

-You don't say those things. -Friends do.

It depends. How would it have helped you?

It would've made me less pathetic.

Okay, look, Lluís Antic is in love with Elisa.

Everyone has known for years.

-And her? -What about her?

Since when--?

When did she tell me about it?

No, since when have they--?

I don't-- Eduard, I don't know. I can't tell you. Talk to her about it.

What will she do with the pregnancy?

-Has she told you? -About what?

Has she told her beloved teacher that she's pregnant with my child?

Your child?

Excuse me?

It just makes me angry when guys say "with my child."

Why do you think everything is your property?

Why not say, "Has she told him?"

But no, it has to be followed by "my child."

Shit.

-What's up? -Clara.

What?

Has Elisa insinuated that it might be his...?

Eduard, you're being really annoying. I don't know, I don't know.

Talk to her, I can't do this anymore.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Eduard. Come on. Hey--

What are you doing?

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

-I'm sorry. -Eduard, you're really annoying.

-I want you to forgive me. -I don't have to forgive you for anything.

Yes, yes. I behaved like an idiot. Shamefully. Like a son of a bitch.

Why are men such cowards?

Should I go in or not?

I just want you to know that I would like to have it.

If you then decide to do something different, I'll be a mess,

but I'll respect it.

Can I talk?

Talk.

I want us to have a life together, if you want that too.

I'll be with you as long as you want me to.

I'll look after them-- I mean, I will look after them if you want me to.

My whole life.

I want to be with you forever.

Until we grow old and we both die, wrinkled, in each other's arms,

surrounded by our children and grandchildren.

That's the only thing I want.

Because I love you eternally. To infinity.

But I only want to have a family, if you want to as well.

Sorry if I've been a coward and not known how to say this before.

What if I hadn't gone in?

Weren't you sleeping?

I've been waiting for you for hours.

-Dr. Everest-- -No.

-You know what I was going to ask? -Of course.

Why not?

Don't you realize? You're behaving like a--

Like a drug addict. Yes.

I need it.

Please.

Thank you.

Don't talk. Don't say anything that will make me regret this.

And stop looking at me.

Wait here.

I shouldn't do it.

But you will.

What if this time, you decide not to come back?

What if this time, you manage to take the other Eduard's place

and stay with your wife forever,

and even get to see your children, your grandchildren?

Your great-grandchildren on your deathbed, just like you want?

I'll come back.

-Is everything clear? -Yes.

A universe where I didn't go home that night.

Maybe when you come back, I'll already be dead.

Don't say anything. If you did--

-That won't happen. -But if it does happen...

It won't. Let's go.

MARCH 12 2004

Are you okay?

Yes. Yes, yes.

The bench is for sitting, not for sleeping.

Yes. Listen, what day is it?

...demonstration, Via Laietana, Grand Central.

Yes, we're here. We're on our way. Please leave.

Because I don't know where.

I didn't say that. Now, look for it yourself.

Yes, yes, yes. Yes, right away.

We're coming. Right away. I'll see you soon. Bye.

Thousands of Catalan citizens have gone out onto the streets for five minutes of silence in protest of the Madrid attacks.

A few hours after the attacks,

5,000 people gathered in Plaça Sant Jaume, Barcelona.

They were led by Pasqual Maragall, President of the Generalitat.

He keeps crying.

What's wrong, my love?

I don't want to go to Grandma and Grandpa's.

Yes.

-Didn't you change her? -I didn't have time.

-Come on-- -Carlota has pooed herself.

Come on, let's go.

-We can't go if she has a dirty diaper. -Shall I change her now?

-No. No. Come on, let's go. -It stinks. Carlota stinks.

Come on, Joanet. We'll change her in the car.

-Put her in her buggy. -"Joanet..."

"Carlota..."

It's okay, I'm coming. Keep going.

Wait!

What?

One second, please. One second. I can't do everything.

-Can you or not? -But--

-Take her. -No, I'm already taking her.

-But where will we put the buggy? -Leave the car here. -One second. Open the car for me. -Take the girl and--

I'm opening it, Clara.

-Now you stay here in the car, okay? -Can you or not? -Wait a moment. Take the girl. -I'm taking her! One second, please?

-How does this work, Clara? Please. -Wait a second.

Why didn't you buy a different buggy? This one--

Put it in, please? Joanet is inside.

Joanet, we're coming. Wait! Can you help me?

No, no I can't. This is shit. I can't.

Wait. Get in the car. Get in the car. Please, get in--

Can you? Yes!

There. Done.

Now they will crash.

-Hey, hey, hey! -Hey? Hey, what?

-What's wrong? -Watch where you're going!

Is there something wrong with you? Go on! Go on!

Hey, sorry. Sorry, I'm sorry.

POSTPONED UNTIL MARCH 13TH

We want the truth! We want the truth! We want the truth!

We want the truth! We want the truth! We want the truth!

We want the truth! We want the truth! We want the truth! We want the truth!

How can it be going so slowly?

They've canceled the concert because of the attacks.

But they'll do it another day and change our tickets, won't they?

No idea.

It's her!

Yes, it is her!

Think she'll sign an autograph for us?

I don't know!

9:30 P.M. PALAU DE LA MÚSICA ELISA MONTCALM