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Monday, Oct. 17, 3.21 am

Fuck it...

Sergio, right here...

How is your sister after what happened tonight?

Please answer the question...

- How are you doing? - Not good. Not good.

- And Natalia? - Upstairs, on tranquilizers, sleeping.

Dear God...

Listen, I'll stay here tonight.

Tomorrow I'll see what I can find out at the station.

- Mac! - Just a sec.

They'll find him.

They'll find him.

I doubt it.

Sergio, I called you because I have to show you something.

But swear you won't go nuts on me.

Promise.

I will go nuts, right?

- So... - This is...

Yes, it is.

'Yes, it is' what ?

Well, 'Yes it is' him . Him!

Nestor?

Who else?

No idea, Mac. This may seem totally normal to you...

You're right, I'm sorry. Yes, it's Nestor. Yep.

Why is he...

It all happened so fast.

Fuck.

Remember when I told you you couldn't fuck it up any worse?

Yeah.

I underestimated you.

YOU SHALL NOT LIE

Three days later

Thursday, Oct. 20

Hello.

Mom?

This isn't easy for me, either.

It's intimidating being here like this with you two after...

- 30 years. - 30 years? That much?

Why are you here, Mom?

I'll get straight to it.

I've had a...

...Wonderful life.

Did you bring photos?

Dammit, Sergio.

You weren't that sarcastic when I left.

- I was 14. - Yes. And you were delightful.

You couldn't go to sleep without a goodnight kiss.

Didn't keep you from abandoning us. Go on.

I know that, for you, it must have been hard.

You had to grow up before your time.

But it looks like that didn't go so bad.

You're both gorgeous.

Kids, I needed it at the time.

Not a single call.

- Never. - OK...

Of course I wanted to know how you were.

But I wasn't ready to come back. The times were different.

Separating in those days was extremely complicated.

I had to make a hard cut, or none at all.

And it seemed you were going to be OK.

Then, the years just fly by.

But of course you were on my mind.

Every now and then.

- Every now and then... - Every now and then, yes, dear.

I won't lie to you. I was happy.

I had my own stuff going on, my life.

Even if you don't think so, we mothers have lives of our own.

There's more to them than having kids.

- You're unbelievable, really. - Yes, but you, too.

It wasn't meant in praise.

OK, fine.

I understand.

I can't expect an open-armed welcome from the two of you.

But I need to talk to you.

This is when she asks us for money.

What? No. I only wanted to see my kids to...

You're broke and want to know how much we're good for. I get it.

But let's not get sentimental.

Just tell us how much you need to disappear for another 30 years,

I'll write you a check and goodbye.

Shit.

They give me six months.

You came so we'd care for you.

No.

It's either that or that hairdo is to nab more money from us.

What are you saying? Who'd do such a thing?

You. Don't you remember...

We weren't even ten years old and you faked your own death.

Lying on the sofa? Taking our hands? Saying goodbye?

You start to tremble, eyes turning dead white, the two of us crying our eyes out,

about to run to tell the neighbors...

You get up and say, 'Just checking if you really love me'. Remember?

I'd never did something like that.

- Maybe a few times... - A few, plus ten!

Oh, come on, Sergio.

How would you believe it ten times?

We were kids, Angela, and scared of losing you!

It must have been a prank.

I don't even remember.

But this... is real.

I don't believe it.

Do you have medical reports?

Not on me, as you will understand.

OK, come back when you have them.

Is he serious?

Is Mac there?

- Maite. - Mac.

We need to talk. Something happened.

- Hello. - Hello.

- You're Maite, right? - Yes, and you are?

- My mother. - Your mother?

- So, your mom too. - Yes, very good, Maite.

What brings you here?

If you knew the stories I could tell...

Nope, she was just leaving.

Yes, they were just throwing me out.

And what I was just telling them was that I have terminal cancer.

Alright then.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

You're beautiful, Maite.

Much better now than back then with all that horrible teen acne.

- Mother. - Goodbye, my son.

What...

Right, the news just broke but you should hear it from me.

We found Nestor.

Dead.

What?

What...

...Happened?

It's too early to say but his body was buried.

- What do you mean buried? - In quicklime.

- Where? - In the woods, near an abandoned hut.

We think he was hiding there.

There was a fire and the fire fighters found supply rests.

Are you sure it's Nestor?

It all fits.

Someone found him before we did, killed and buried him...

It could be a coincidence or another body.

No, we found this next to the body.

His wedding ring.

We'll have to wait for the DNA results. I'm really sorry.

I have to...

I have to tell Natalia.

I'll just...

- What's going on? - Hands off!

The police think they've found Nestor's body.

Can you believe it?

- Ana, sweetheart... - Faster than I thought.

Faster? These were the longest days of my life.

- Yes. - Come, sit down.

And the police?

They only found him about ten minutes ago. The forensics are there now.

Here, drink something.

- Drink. - No.

I need a shower.

Ana, please, calm down a bit first.

No, I don't want them to find me like this.

They won't inform us just yet.

The forensics are still lifting the body from the pit.

What pit?

They found the body buried close to a cottage.

A cottage?

Someone found and killed him.

Where?

By the lake.

Alright then. It's too early to say how it happened,

but it looks like it's him.

What looks like it's him?

We have to do an autopsy.

- But Nestor's ring was on the body. - An autopsy? Why?

Isn't he recognizable?

- I don't know. I don't have any details. - It's not him.

- Ana... - It isn't him!

How could his ring have made it over there?

No idea.

- And if it is him? - No. It's not.

Did he have it on when we chucked him?

- I don't know, Ana. - You said he'd be impossible to find!

And it was. It is. And it continues to be.

They only found his ring. No idea how it got there but...

- What if someone moved the body? - Ana.

- It isn't him. - Who knew?

- Nobody. - But there was a witness.

Right, Yolanda, who's in a coma.

What if she told someone before she crashed the car.

What? No!

There's an explanation for sure, but don't go there.

What?

Somebody took the body and brought it there!

- Why? - What do I know? To...

Now I know!

Someone is onto us!

- Who? - Arturo.

For what happened to Yoli. He's on a mad vengeance!

- He's like... like... - Ana, wait, no, OK, calm down.

You're losing a bit. Let's see...

If Arturo did know about the body, why didn't he go straight to the police?

Why? Why would he take the body and move it to that cottage?

- Ana, it makes no sense. - That's true.

And you know why?

- Why? - Because it's not Nestor.

When they do their tests they'll see there was a mistake and it's not Nestor.

I can't go on like this, Mac. It's too much pressure.

OK, so breathe. Breathe a bit.

When I thought they'd found him and discovered us,

I felt this... relief. Only for a moment.

It was bad, but, fuck me, so good, too!

I felt so... calm.

Like finally getting some test results after a long wait. I was...

So calm.

And now I'm hysterical again!

- So, relax, then, Ana, we need to... - What if we just confess?!

- What? No! - But yes!

It won't be that bad. He was a murderer.

- Oh yeah? Ana, we'll go to jail! - I think I'd like that.

What are you talking about? You're going bonkers...

I just can't go on like this.

- Shit, Ana... - I can't.

Come on...

And the baby?

It's Ivan's. Right?

You're keeping it?

- You said... - I know what I said but I was nervous.

I'm much calmer now and see more clearly.

And I think, yes, having this baby could be the only way to move on.

Ana, please...

Don't do or say anything, OK?

All I need is a bit of time to go get Natalia to tell her her dad is dead.

- I need to be by her side now. - I'm so sorry, poor Natalia!

She doesn't deserve this. I didn't want this. I know you didn't.

It's fine. It's OK.

We're in this together and it will all be fine.

- Right, right... - OK?

Yes.

- You look pretty. - What?

With your hair like that. It suits you.

I've got to go, OK?

You be strong now.

Monday

Good evening.

Can we help you, boss?

For sure.

Should we slice it for you? We'll hack you some chops in five minutes.

Thanks a lot but I'd like to do it myself.

Those trucks, where are they headed?

South of France. Toulouse, Montpelier, Marseilles.

- Good accent. - A long ways.

- If you need anything else... - No, thank you.

Dad, where are you?

All good, easy now, I'll call you.

Thursday

Roll it! I'm Gala Garrido in Belmonte

with late breaking news on the discovery,

in this cottage, by the police, of the body of Nestor Valbuena Giner,

the murderer of Ivan Soler.

The body was found, covered in quicklime, only a few meters from here.

Holy shit...

Nat, are you OK?

...That Nestor was hiding in this cottage when someone found him...

Stay here, I'll go get you one of my mom's pills.

Jeez...

Nat, I can't find... Nat?

What the...

Hi, Iris. Listen is Natalia inside?

- She left. - Shit. Know where she went?

We were watching the news about Nestor, the quicklime and all

and then she disappeared.

OK.

I gotta go.

OK, if you see her, tell her to call me, OK?

- Or whatever. - Sure.

Maite! Wait up.

I don't know anything yet. Forensics are still on it.

Listen, the D.A.'s office is getting a little nervous.

Me too.

Which is why maybe we should get back-up from HQ.

- No, thanks. I don't need any help. - We don't have a choice, Maite.

I need you to fill in the new guy and explain how it all works.

Hello!

This is agent Alberto Medina.

- What are you doing here? - You know each other?

So I'll leave you to yourselves and you bring up to speed.

- Porta! Don't do this! - I'm eating, Maite!

You guys in Belmonte are pretty fucked up.

Here!

I don't need any help. Get up.

On TV, they don't agree.

Sorry, didn't know you were in a meeting.

Shut up.

Beto Medina, I'm helping on the case.

Stop introducing yourself, I told you I don't need help.

- Yago, go. - The forensics want a word.

Go on!

HQ thinks you may be too involved.

Of course I am. An 18-year old kid's been killed.

- And you knew him? - Of course, he was from here.

- And his parents... - Of course.

And also the murder suspect.

The one from the pit.

We all know each other here.

Me, only a few. It's 30 years since I saw them.

No personal relationship that could bias me. But you...

Not at all.

The harshness of your denial confirms it.

And you believe that because you did a petty class on psychology, or so.

The whole career.

- Stop that. - Stop what?

- Spinning what I say. - I'm just accentuating...

- Stop! - OK.

That's really bad for you.

- I really think I can help. - With my diet?

With that, too.

Right, Beto. You'll now go to Porta

and tell him you have to leave due to a personal issue.

- You have a personal issue with me? - No, you with me.

- What? - You heard me.

Seriously?

- That's why you asked for the transfer. - No.

I didn't ask to come here.

- Maite... - What?

- Here, it's fixed. - Good.

- You know how it works? - No.

Beto Medina.

I begged them not to be transferred.

But they're worried about the case and they trust me.

I solved a few similar cases.

- You begged them not to come? - All I could.

Why didn't you want to come, dear?

Look, if you have a problem, drop the case.

I have no problem working with you, and I'm staying until the case is solved.

You won't answer, huh? Without spinning anything.

- You really want to know? - I know the answer.

But I want you to say it.

I didn't want to come because I have a wife and two daughters.

- Two daughters. - And a wife.

But they lured me with a promotion.

A few weeks... no more.

- Fine. - I hope.

That, besides hazardous to your health must taste like shit.

Not one more word on what I drink, smoke or eat!

You got it.

You got it.

I told them we're doing geography together so, no worries.

And here's the homework and the notes for history.

I've underlined the most important stuff for the exam.

You didn't have to.

Yes I do.

They give me inside info on the exam because I'm helping you.

Besides, you do so much for your family and your sister doesn't give a shit.

It's not like she could help to cure her.

I didn't mean your mother.

Oscar! She squeezed my hand!

- She squeezed my hand! - Dad, that's impossible.

No, come here.

A cell phone rang and she did like she wanted to answer it.

- The doctors said it's normal. - I said take her hand!

Speak to her.

Yoli...

It's Oscar, dear. He's here.

Show him you can hear us.

It's OK.

- No, no. Wait. - Dad...

- Yoli, honey... - Dad...

You can hear us, right?

Dad, that's enough!

Mom can't hear us, OK?

She won't wake up. The sooner you accept it, the better.

- Oscar! - What?

I'll leave you guys alone, OK?

I have 12 missed calls.

It's Nestor.

They found him.

Hi.

- Can you give us a minute? - Sure.

It was just tough luck. The perfect investment.

Then it just...

Market volatility.

And it left me with nothing.

We owed half Belmonte.

'We'?

Right, no.

Me.

- I meant as a family. - And what else, Dad?

Explain this.

Is it Nestor's?

Well, you know...

The day after I told your mom everything,

she had the accident.

They contacted me and I rushed to the hospital.

She was...

Later, you guys came, we cried...

It was all, well, who am I telling, pretty tough.

Then they called for me to grab all her stuff,

her bag and all we needed to salvage from the car.

So I went.

The car was

a wreck.

So,

when I opened the boot

to be sure we didn't leave anything, there was Nestor's bag.

Recognized it right away as his sports bag.

I was surprised at it being in Mom's car.

But when I looked inside

there was all the money.

I took it and decided, that if it was there,

your mother, I don't know how she got it,

but it was clear that she wanted it to be to pay the debts.

Right?

So I settled them.

And this is what's left of it.

We're living off of what's left of it.

But... so what's Mom got to do with Nestor's money?

I don't know.

Really. But...

But we can't tell anyone about this, that's clear, right?

- Right? - Sure, totally clear.

Right?

8Sure.

At least until...

...Until Mom wakes up.

Sure. Obviously.

Edita?

Natalia?

Natalia?

Natalia?

- Hello. - Christ!

Mom?

What are you doing here?

If you don't mind. This is still my house.

But...

I gave the girl the week off. Do you need anything?

No. No, I don't. I just thought Natalia might be here.

She's not here.

Right.

Fine. OK, then. Thanks.

I'll keep looking for her then.

- What is it? Is she gone? - Just let it go, Mom.

She's my granddaughter too...

She saw the news on Nestor on TV and... She disappeared.

Right.

Why don't you stay a bit, we'll eat and...

- No. - I made tortilla.

Give yourself a break, sweetie.

You, too, lost someone who you loved very much, right?

And who knows, Natalia might turn up too.

- Mom, it's... - No, you don't owe me any explanation.

But I'm your mother and I have four more days.

Maquita, honey, I only want you to know that you can trust in me.

OK, thanks a lot, Mom.

If I need anything I'll let you know.

I've been following you.

I had time to watch you.

You rise and fall like a gale.

And you've done things that were very, I don't know...

Very what?

Very...

Strange?

Strange?

Right?

I don't know what you mean.

Why don't you stay just ten minutes.

You can try the tortilla, they're still yummy.

Ten minutes.

Make yourself comfortable while I get dressed and put on the...

I'll be right back with the tortilla.

- Bread and tomatoes? - Don't bother.

Not a bother, a pleasure, dear!

Natalia.

Your mom's here asking about you.

I didn't tell her you're here.

Should I?

Fine.

I didn't remember what an emotional thing family is.

OK, I'll get dressed. She's waiting.

By the way, you don't need to call me grandma before you're sure about it.

Alright, dear?

Ana?

Ana...

Ana, where were you?

I went for a walk.

Jesus...

- What? - What did you do?

- Nothing. - What did you do to yourself?

- The wretch who killed our son is dead. - It's not him.

Why do you say that? Of course it's him, dammit!

Didn't you see the news? Someone found and killed him.

It's not him.

You're in Ivan's room all day crying.

- You don't eat or sleep. - So?

So? This son of a bitch is dead and you refuse to acknowledge it!

- You act like it doesn't change anything. - And it doesn't!

But...

Maybe it does change something.

- Maybe it's something we can hold onto. - It's not him!

Goddammit, Ana!

Of course it's him. The police found his ring.

Can't you accept anything at all?

What happened with Ivan is the worst that could have happened.

It's destroyed us.

Both of us. Me too, you know?

The whole family.

And I know you blame me.

I do, too.

But I can't go on feeling like this without doing something.

We need to move on to someplace, together.

And...

Nestor's death can be good news

even if it just turns this anger into pain.

I need to feel something's changing.

It drives me crazy you won't let me.

Nestor is dead, Diego.

I killed him.

But it's not the guy at the cottage.

Monday

Make sure Ana doesn't look in the sheet.

I'm pretty sure she won't feel like it.

- Do you know the way there? - Yeah.

It's the cliffs we used to go to as kids.

- Will you remember the route? - I think so.

You think so?

- Yeah, I know how to get there. - Mac...

I do know the way, Sergio, OK?

- Why are you unsure? - I'm just nervous, Sergio.

Come on, this is heavy.

- How do I put it? Like this? - Like that, yeah.

- You go there and chuck the body. - You mean the lump.

No, the body.

But it's not a body, it's lamb.

I know. But Ana needs to think it's a body so call it that.

It's just...it stresses me out. A body. It stresses me out.

You get there, throw it over, be sure to get close to the edge.

OK.

Ana comes back with you to here.

And you make it clear to her that you can't have any contact.

Got it.

You both go your own way. No calls or texts. Clear?

- Zero contact. Right. - OK.

I gotta go.

Thank you.

Being your brother is a piece of work.

Good luck.

Thursday

We found some food cans.

Like Nestor would buy groceries with the police on his heels.

- Careful. - We still don't know it's Nestor.

It must be.

- Any traces? DNA? - The fire burned it all.

- But the dog report came in. - And?

They splashed the hut in gasoline.

- Don't touch. - They tried to destroy the proof.

It makes the most sense.

If it was Nestor, how did he get there if his car was still at his home?

- Someone took him there. - They help him escape, then kill him.

Sounds like a married couple.

- It wasn't Mac. - Fine.

Nestor tied her and Ana up before fleeing.

Fine.

- When will you have the cause of death? - The shape he was in, 72 hours.

Alright. Thanks, Mortimer.

Sorry, a little tick of mine.

I don't get why we have to come here.

Dammit. Listen, what did she say?

She doesn't know anything.

How can that be?

Did you ask her if he was wearing the ring?

- She doesn't remember. - How couldn't she, Ana?

Her husband's wedding ring!

It could be. Some people don't wear it.

That's why I ask. Was he wearing it or not?

I told you. She doesn't remember.

How couldn't she, for Chrissake?

- Don't you think it's weird. - No, it's not.

Not weird? It's weird as shit.

That woman's framing you. Something's very wrong.

No, it's not. She didn't do anything. She helped me.

If they accuse me, she'd be my... What do you call it?

- Accomplice. - My accomplice. She'd never drop me.

Listen, where was it you dropped him from?

Up there. So he'd be around... down there.

It's crazy far, Diego!

You should have thought of that before. I want to make sure.

Come on.

Crazy far.

Fine.

As if...

So, wait, did it fall down there, or how?

I don't really remember.

Can you stop with the not remembering shit?

As if I bent over the cliff!

You going inside, or what?

Monday

Thursday

- You can't be here. - Oh shit.

Not even behind the police tape?

What do you want?

It's not what she thinks.

- Who? What? - Lu.

She doesn't mean what she said at the service.

- I don't care. - Don't say that.

OK, I care, but it's not true. I don't want you back.

Right. No.

- 'Right', what? - Nothing, you're right.

Fine. It's clear, right?

That you don't want me back?

- I need it to be clear cos, if not... - Maite, it's clear.

Fine. What did you want?

She said it was your fault Nestor got away.

- Not true, either. - No, right, right.

- Again? Right or not right? - Right, I said you're right.

- It seems the opposite, with all the... - Dammit, Maite, I was...

- This is really heavy, all this. - Right.

Why the fuck would Nestor come here?

Do you know this place?

No.

Well...

I know some freaks come here to fish and stuff but...

It's off season anyway. Whose is it?

The local government but I doubt they even know.

It belonged to a man who died about 20 years ago and that's it.

- Evidence? - Nothing for now.

I can't talk to you about this!

Beat it.

And what's with you, just standing around?

My new partner wanted to see the remains.

Beto.

- Beto? - Beto Beto...

You don't say...

- He's here? - Yes.

- Seriously? - Yes.

- I'll stay to say hi. - No way.

- Sure, I want to. - How's your mom?

- Alright. - Off you go.

If forensics confirm it's Nestor let me know.

Sure thing.

Find anything?

Was that Sergio?

No, just an old guy from the area, gossiping.

- He fled when he saw me? - You scared the shit out of him.

- Can we go? - Is he still jealous of me?

- He never was. - He was, a bit.

Besides, we're separated.

Really?

Wow.

- Wow, what? - Nothing.

Who dumped who?

Fuck, Maite!

I hate scares like that.

I hate it.

Did you find anything, or not?

No.

So...

Alright, so you're separated...

- Help me! - You're making it harder than it is!

For Chrissake!

Can we find it finally?

- But what for? He's dead! - Because I want to see it.

Yeah, but I don't.

In the end, someone will see us. I don't know why we had to come here!

Who could see us in the middle of nowhere?

They suspect me so they might be tapping your phone and find the body!

Nonsense. Who's suspect you?

- Who would ever suspect you? - They wouldn't? Why not?

Well, you know.

They just wouldn't, honey.

Because they don't think I could. Right?

You, Diego. You don't think I could do it.

Only you.

Right, sure.

But it was me. I killed him.

I killed our son's murderer. I did it.

Not everyone sees me like you do.

Not everyone thinks like you!

You're such a moron! You always were.

Holy shit.

That's why Ivan was driven away from us.

That's why he tried to kill himself and why he's not here anymore.

My son would still be alive if you weren't his father!

Alright, look, I'm tired, Ana.

Come on!

Come on, girl, let's go.

I hate you!

Diego...

Are you OK?

Come on.

It barely hit you, come on!

Diego, wake up...

Wake up!

Please, Diego...

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