All language subtitles for Night and Day - S02E08 WEB.eng

Where the hell are you?
You're supposed to be on call, Sara!

We still don't have
reliable information

about the number
and identity of the victims.

Sara, pick up the phone, please.
I haven't heard from you in hours.

Why did you leave the team?

The bastard said I had to pass a test.

We got to the farmhouse and
they took me down to a basement...

And this farm,
do you remember where it was?

We have the recordings,
the photos and the money.

The Judge will charge you
with corruption,

influence peddling and
anything else we can throw at you.

Help us and we'll help you.

I'd love to know
what you're so interested in,

the son or the bloody father!

Sara.

- I should go.
- Come on.

Let me buy you a drink.

It's just... I don't know
what I'm doing here.

- It's funny, isn't it?
- What?

Nothing.

- Are you OK?
- Yes, yes.

You look fine.

- Sorry. You're right. You look awful.
- Yeah...

I have to get up
really early tomorrow.

There was a train accident
and I have a ton of autopsies to do.

I saw. It's terrible.
I don't know how many dead.

Yes.

- I'm going home, Lluís.
- Come on.

Just one drink. 5 minutes.

Come on...

5 minutes, but not here.
Let's go somewhere else.

All right.

NIGHT AND DAY

NOCTURNE

Have a look. If you worked the hours,
then they have to pay you.

Speak with the office
and they'll fix it.

Fàti...

Let's go.

All right, take care, guys.
Take it easy. Bye, Àlex.

Maite...

Antonio!

After a day like today
I'm all revved up.

If I go to bed now,
I won't be able to sleep.

Yeah, me neither.
And I'm exhausted, I swear.

- At least someone's waiting for you.
- Yeah, right.

Sonia's busy.
She just messaged me.

What great prospects...
Should we get a taxi?

Look at the moon.

It's weird that on such
a nice night we are...

Identifying cadavers?

Why don't we walk a little?
We can get a bit of air.

Enjoying the full moon...

Aitor, I'm going to sleep for a few
hours. There are people downstairs.

Yes, too many volunteers at that.

I had to tell a few forensics guys
we didn't need anyone else.

Pol and Fátima
also left to get a bit of rest.

Great. And thanks.
Honestly.

Today was one of those days that...

More of the same tomorrow.

- Are you not going home?
- Ah, I don't know.

Yes, it might be good
if I got some sleep.

- See you tomorrow. Good night.
- See you.

Listen...

The metro is closed and I'm going
to get a taxi. If you want...

- I think we're going the same way.
- Yes. Of course. Sure.

I'll come with you.
Let me get my things.

Yes.

- Do you have a boyfriend, Eva?
- No. Why?

- Can I tell you something?
- Now?

I need to talk to someone.

I went by the house one night.

I don't know why. Just to walk by.
The lights were on.

It was weird knowing
other people live there now.

How is it going with Aitor?

Good.

I'm...
I'm not with anyone.

You'll find someone.
If you want to.

I don't think so. I'm not...

- Yeah.
- In time...

In time.

Are you sure
everything's OK with Aitor?

- Yes. Why?
- Because you were here alone.

You too.

You're right.

I didn't tell you the truth. I wasn't
having dinner with friends. I'm alone.

It's been 5 minutes.

- Shall I take you home?
- No, I'll get a taxi.

Come on, let me take you.

The problem's not that I'm the
director. If only it were just that...

- Am I making you uncomfortable?
- A little.

Though you're not naming her,
she's a colleague.

- You're right. Sorry.
- No...

I just mean the problem
is mine and mine alone.

I know what it is, but
I can't avoid it. It's bigger than me.

I would never say this,
but I'm very jealous.

For no reason. She's never
given me a reason to be, but...

I'm pathologically jealous.

You're the psychiatrist.
At least you have a diagnosis.

Has this never happened to you?

- I'm not a man.
- What...?

No, look...

This feeling of possession
over women is a male defect.

- That doesn't happen to women.
- What do you mean?

- You get jealous too.
- You give us a reason to be.

Men are unfaithful by nature.
Women are not.

Well, that depends on the woman.
I can assure you that...

You just said you're jealous
and you have no real reason to be.

- Right now I don't, but...
- Then that's it.

The problem is yours.
It's in your head.

And as a specialist you should
know that better than I do.

- Lluís, you've passed my street.
- Yes, I want to take you somewhere.

We won't go far.

- Lluís...
- What?

- Take me home, please.
- We'll be 10 minutes.

- Where are you taking me?
- You'll see.

- Lluís.
- What?

Don't scare me.

It's nothing serious,
but I think it'll be fun.

Maybe I won't get the joke.

- Can't you guess?
- No.

We're going to the beach.
Like our first time.

Hey...

We slept together, that was all.
But I don't know...

If she slept with me
it must mean she...

Pol, her father had just died.

She didn't want to be alone.

Stop your fantasising.

The only thing she did
was use you again.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I can't get her out of my head.

I don't know what she's done
to me. It's like a drug.

That's what it is, Pol.
Love is a drug.

And now you have to go through
the withdrawal phase.

You need help.

Going cold turkey is really hard,
but that's what friends are for.

- What do you think?
- I reckon it hit home.

Let's see what comes of it.

I'll write the report.

- Now?
- Yes. I'm not tired.

- I'll go with you.
- No. There's no need.

I have my motorbike there.

All right.

Right, I go this way.
Good night.

No way.
I'll walk you home and come back.

What? Your place is right nearby.

If you go and come back you won't
have time to put on your pyjamas.

- I'm not really tired.
- Yeah. I'm super tired.

Listen, why don't you stay at mine?
That way you can sleep a little more.

Come on.

What gets me is this idea that
a lot of you men have in your heads

that jealousy
is an expression of love.

It's a coward's justification.
You love them so much,

you can't stand the idea that
they could be with someone else

and that's bullshit.

Simply put, jealous men
have not taken on the idea

that women are not their property.

- I don't see it that way.
- No. I imagine you don't.

- Well, anyway...
- I'm sorry.

You wanted a good listener
and I went off topic.

I'm sorry, really.

Look at that moon...

Shall we walk a little?
Like that night.

We don't have to talk.
We can just walk.

Yes or no?

- Ah, thanks.
- No, no.

You take the bed. I'll sleep on
the couch. It won't be the first time.

Come on. It's your home.

- Go on. I'll stay here.
- No, no. Listen...

How about...

we both sleep in the bed,
but on different sides.

- I'll behave.
- Are you sure?

My word of honour.

Have you lived with anyone like...?

- You understand.
- A partner?

- Yes.
- Yes of course. Two.

I always thought that to be with
someone you have to admire them.

I've always looked for men
I admire. Interesting men.

So, I was with an actor,
a good one.

With a well-known architect.

But it was terrible.

It never worked out.

Until one day I said
maybe I was wrong.

Maybe what I needed was
to look for men who admired me,

stop looking up to them.

Did it work?

As you can see...

I'm more alone than ever.

My first love?

- I was 13.
- No, I mean your first real love.

- Teenage loves don't count.
- They count. Of course they count.

OK. How was it?

- No, I don't want to say. It's too...
- Too what?

No one would understand.

- Maybe I would.
- No, you least of all.

Then if you won't say,
let me guess. A cousin?

- Someone older, a teacher?
- No, you're way off.

An older man then.

Lluís, never mind.
I don't want to talk about it.

All right. Let's talk about
something else. So, anyway...

We're promoting
a new pain medicine.

Well, it's nothing new.
It's paracetamol mixed with aspirin,

but the campaign is based on novelty.
How's that for a conversation topic?

It was my stepfather.

That doctor?

Yes. The great Dr Grau.
My father's brother.

I fell in love with him
when I was just a child.

- Did he know?
- I let him know, yes.

I'm not anyone to give advice.

Actually my personal life,
my love life is...

an absolute disaster.

I'm also not the best person to
share secrets with, just so you know.

But I think that, if you wanted
to talk to me about this,

though we don't know each other well,
you can't have many people to...

I mean...

What you should do is talk to her
openly, without embarrassment.

- It'd be worse.
- I don't see why.

I told you.

Because it's my problem.

I can't tell her,
"Hey, I'm jealous."

You understand?
She can't do anything.

That's true.

You're right. You created the problem.
You have to fix it yourself.

You can't talk about it.
Sometimes too much talking is not good.

That is something
I failed at with my partners.

I always wanted to be sincere,
say what I thought about things.

Some things shouldn't be said.

So then...?

I've never told anyone this.

When my father died,
after a while my mother married him.

I didn't think it was bad.
I understood. I liked him.

He did everything to be a father.

He took care of me,
drove me everywhere...

I remember perfectly
the moment I realised...

We were walking home from school
and I was really angry.

I had fought with a friend
and didn't want to talk.

We passed by a man selling balloons
and he bought me one.

I told him that I was too old
for balloons. I was an adult,

and I was embarrassed to walk
down the street with a balloon.

And I don't know why,
but I started to cry.

We went to a bench
and he made me sit on his lap.

And I... hugged him so tightly.

I can still smell him.

Then I realised that...

I wasn't hugging him like a father,
or an uncle, or a stepfather.

I was hugging him
like you hug a man.

I let go of the balloon
and we hugged for a long time.

I always thought
when that balloon floated away...

it took a lot with it.

Since then...

This is like a girl
with a crush on her teacher.

If you're a teacher,
you know this happens.

Let me finish.
If you cut me off I can't...

Sorry.

Sara...
Hey, Sara!

I'm sorry.

I won't interrupt again.

What happened?

After that day,
my relationship with him changed.

I made him come and see me
when I had next to nothing on.

I hugged him. I kissed him...

For me it was like a game.

I loved seeing his face
when he looked at me.

That went on for about a year.

It took a lot, but I did it.

I got him to see me as a woman.

And from then on, I got...

what I wanted.

But it didn't last long.

He went nuts
and said we had to stop...

I told him if we stopped
I could still be with him

whether we did it or not.

After a few weeks,

he and my mother told me
they'd had a great idea.

They wanted to send me away
to study abroad for a year.

I knew why he'd done it.

Because he couldn't have me there.

Because if I stayed,
he knew we'd do it again.

I told him he was a coward,

and if he sent me away
I'd never speak to him again.

They sent me abroad,
not for a year, but for 3.

And I never spoke to him again.

But your mother...

I was never sure
whether she knew or not.

They separated.

He went to work
in the United States and...

I never said anything to her,

and she never said anything to me.

A few days before she died,
she was in bed.

She grabbed my hand,
looked at me, and...

I had the feeling she knew,
but she didn't say anything.

Never.

Sara, this man...

You see how you can't understand?

We both did it.
We both lost our minds.

But you were 13 and he...

Come on, some things...

Things are as they are.
There are some things you can't do.

I don't know...

I hit you, Sara.

I also lost my mind.

But that doesn't change the fact
that I'm to blame. And so is he.

Looking at it now, maybe so.

- But then...
- Then too.

This man took advantage of you.

Yes.

I suppose so, yes.

- Are you asleep?
- What?

Are you sleeping?

I'm trying to.

Don't try counting sheep
jumping over a fence.

Take it from me, it doesn't work.

What I'd like to know is...

Why do we have to count
sheep and not cows?

Who thought sheep
help you sleep rather than cows?

Cows don't jump fences.

Depends on the cow.
Some cows can definitely jump.

- Pol...
- I'll shut up.

I'd never do what you two are doing.

Date someone from work?
And in a job like ours...

The good thing about my partners
was that when I got home

they spoke about their useless director
or the job they were working on,

the costume they had to wear,

problems with
the foundations of a hotel or...

I don't know, a new insulation material
they'd found that was amazing.

- You know what I mean?
- Yes, yes.

To cap it all, you two were
next door to each other.

No?

I think that's horrible.
You spend all day with a person.

You get home and they're still there.
You go to bed and they're there.

Sara doesn't want to live with me.

- She wants to live alone.
- Thank God. Great idea.

Today...

I had a fight with Aitor.

He's the new director
of the Institute.

They chose him rather than you?

Yes. Today that accident happened,

and I didn't go to work
and he got mad at me.

He was right to.

I'm obsessed with a case...

They found the body of a boy

who had been dead for years,
with signs of abuse,

and I'm helping his father
find the person who did it.

We spent the whole day
going all over the place

and I didn't know about the train.

You're obsessive.
You always have been.

We found something
in that kid's pocket.

A balloon.

She promised to help us...

No... to collaborate with us...

- What are you doing here?
- My motorbike didn't start.

Hey, hey! What are you
doing on my computer?

This report is no good.

- Why not?
- You forgot things.

- Of course. I haven't finished.
- I'll finish it then.

- Hey, come on. Stop, please.
- No, go away.

- I don't have to go anywhere.
- Stay then. I don't give a toss.

- Sònia, I can't do this.
- Do what?

Work in this bad atmosphere.

It's not that.
It's simply I don't need you now.

Well, in general I don't need you.

Can't you forgive me
for one shitty moment?

Of course, man. Yes.
You're forgiven. No problem.

You're a colleague.
We work together. But nothing else.

The problem is every time
you look at me it's an accusation.

- How should I look at you?
- Normally.

- Is this normal?
- No. That's not normal.

Man, you had your hands
all over me like I was a whore.

I had to beat you off me.

You were drunk, blah blah.
But I can't trust you any more.

That's it. We're not going to
go for a beer like friends.

You stick to yours,
I'll stick to mine.

You can't understand, can't you
forgive me one shitty moment?

Yes, man.
You're forgiven. No worries.

- I've had to deal with your shit too.
- Yes, lots of things.

Tons of things.
Please forgive me. Look.

- Don't play the clown with me, OK?
- Do you remember what you said to me?

I don't fucking know. I was drunk.

They say drunks always tell the truth.

- What did I say to you?
- What most of you think.

That I just needed
a good cock to cure me.

What? I didn't say that!

You bloody well did.
You all think the same.

When that shit comes out,
I can't just let it go. I won't!

I thought I had a friend,

a colleague,

but you're a shit
like the rest of them.

If that's what you think of me,
you know what, Sònia?

Shove it up your arse.

You should try that.
I bet you'd like it.

Idiot...

Fuck...

Carmen would fall asleep right away.

I didn't have to say a thing.
She'd lie beside me...

and out she'd go.

Fuck, I'm back to this.

I can't get her out of my head.
I'm hooked.

I have to go to one
of those groups and say:

"Hello, my name is Pol and...

I'm hooked on this bitch
named Carmen."

And everyone will say: "Hi, Pol."

- And I'll tell my story and say...
- Pol...

Enough.

Sorry. I'm just tense.

You have to get her
out of your head.

She won't let you sleep.
Neither you nor me.

You're right.
I can't get her out of my head.

I have to get her
out of my head. But how?

Let's try something.

Listen... Look...

Yes, yes, but...

- What?
- Listen to me.

You have no right to make me feel
like a rapist because I'm not.

If you think I am, report me
because that's how we do things.

I put my hands on you.
I messed up. I see that.

But you took my hands off
and that was the end of it.

Nothing more. And yes, I was drunk.

Because if I weren't, I wouldn't have
touched you with a barge pole.

An Egyptian mummy
would turn me on more...

You can keep on with that offended
dyke look, I don't give a shit.

- Your grim face won't change.
- You're really sad.

No, what's really sad, Sònia,
is that you don't have a dick,

that you didn't have a sex change,

because if you were a guy,
I'd knock your face in right now.

Go ahead.

You think I'll give you
a reason to charge me?

You'll have to put up with me.

I'll do my job and if anyone
has to go, it'll be you.

Now I'll go home.

I'll go home to sleep.
I'll jerk off a little.

And you'll go home to eat
your vulture girlfriend's pussy.

You go that way and
I'll go this way. And that's it.

Toni.

I'm not a guy,
but I've got more balls than you.

You're not worth it.

Are you scared of a dyke?

- I hope this stays between us.
- Totally.

You all right?

Should we leave it at that
or shall we continue?

And now...

I'm going to sleep.

Not yet.

Leave me the fuck alone!

Are you calmer now?

- Yes or no?
- Yes!

All right, enough...

Let go of me.

What was that?

Methadone.

- Sònia...
- Are you hungry?

Yes.

- Shall we get a beer?
- Yes, let's get a beer.

You fought.
Everyone heard it.

- Really?
- Yes.

- Shit.
- You yelled a bit.

Do you want to fix things?

Yes, yes.

Because you love her.
You want to make it better. Right?

- Absolutely, yes.
- Great.

You should wait a few hours
for her to wake up,

then show up at hers
with breakfast.

What does she like for breakfast?

Normal stuff.

Croissants.

Perfect. So take her croissants.

Above all, don't bring up
anything about the fight.

Don't get all soft, either.

There's nothing worse
than an unassertive man.

I mean...
There's no point going there

and telling her you feel bad, that
you love her, that you're sorry...

There's no need.
That's what the croissants are for.

The point of the croissants
is to say "I love you"

without you having to say it.

And she'll understand.

Croissants.

What you said about the doctor...

When we were together,

I always had the feeling
you were hiding something.

I don't mean you were...

I mean you were hiding...

You had something inside you.

And it was that. I'm sure.

- See why I shouldn't have told you?
- On the contrary. You must say it.

You've carried this your whole life.

You have to tell Aitor too.

You can't live with someone
and hide this from them, Sara.

You did it with me.

If you had told me
from the beginning...

Maybe things
would have been different.

All right. Come on.
Take me home now.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Good morning.

- Are you two all right?
- I'm great. You?

- I'm fine. Are you opening up?
- Right now.

A couple of beers, then.

- Bring me any sandwich you have.
- Me too. Anchovy.

- We haven't got any bread yet.
- Just the beers for now, then.

- Do you want a glass?
- No, thanks.

Here you are.

Good morning.

I brought you some croissants.

Come in.

I thought you'd be asleep,
but I see you're awake.

No, I didn't even go to bed.

Why's that?

- Coffee?
- Yes, please.

They say they're the best
croissants in Barcelona.

I really fancy one.

- What did you do all night?
- Nothing, just hung around here.

You should have slept.
Today will be quite tough.

I'll hang in there.

Aitor...

Yes?

I'm sorry about what happened.

I shouldn't disappear from work
like that. It won't happen again.

We thought you were on the train.

I'm sorry.

I really am. I'm sorry.

It's not easy being...

the director of the IMLC
at the same time as...

Yeah.

We need to find a way
to balance the two

and I think there's only one way.

And it's being honest
with one another.

I didn't say where I was

because I know this thing
with Victor and his son bugs you,

but I have to help. I tried
to tell you ten thousand times.

I screwed up.

I should have been available
or called during the day.

I know I'm obsessed with this case,

but there are some things
that cannot stay buried.

Some things cannot be forgotten
and need to be resolved.

- Is that why you met with him?
- Yes, that's why I met with him.

Yes, over the past few days.

Sara, I saw you just now
outside the door.

You and Lluís.

OK.

We met by accident.

- By accident.
- Yes...

When I left the Institute I needed...

I went for a walk and bumped into him.

By chance at 3am?

Yes, at 3am. I just ran into him.
We talked and he brought me home.

What did you talk about? How
he was about to kill you last time?

- No.
- No. Right.

It sounds like
one of those cases you enjoy.

One you can't forget
and have to resolve, right?

We talked and
he brought me home, that's all.

It's the most normal
thing in the world, really.

You meet up with your psycho ex
who tried to kill you.

You go and talk for a while.
You hug. He brings you home...

Then you say goodbye
like old friends. Unbelievable!

We're civilised people.
Of course, Sara.

- It wasn't planned. It was chance.
- Sara, come on. Fuck!

- It doesn't matter.
- What?

Think what you want. That's all.

No, honestly.
I'm a professional psychiatrist.

I can try to understand that
you wanted to let off some steam.

That you wanted
to be with some bloke.

Everyone has relapses, Sara.

But with Lluís... with Lluís!

I didn't sleep with Lluís
or anyone else.

So it was someone else
from your black book?

That Víctor, Ramos' friend?

He'd be delighted!

What do you want me to say?

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

- I'm just really tired.
- Of course. You don't sleep.

OK, look. I'll tell you
what Lluís and I talked about, OK?

Yes. Sure. It's just that
you said you were here alone

- and I don't know what to believe.
- Believe whatever you want.

I'm trying, Sara. I am.

I came here with croissants,
ready to try but I don't know how.

You hide things from me.
You never wanted to live with me.

What the fuck should I think, Sara?
What the fuck should I think?

When I have a relationship,
when I have a partner,

I take risks. I commit. I don't
want us to be like adolescents dating,

and then we each go home.
I don't want that.

I truly love you. I do.
And I know you love me too.

You're by no means perfect,
but then neither am I.

I know what you went through
and I know we can fix this.

But we have to do it together...

Together, Sara. Not individually.
You don't trust me.

- And why don't you trust me?
- Because it's hard.

Because you keep lying to me.

- Because you don't talk to me.
- Good. Good.

You're right. You're right.

Today...

I was this close to doing it again.

I was furious about
what you said in front of everyone

and I went to the bar
where I used to pick up guys,

and, believe it or not, I ran
into Lluís outside and we talked.

Then we went to the beach because it
was where we went the day we met.

I didn't want to go,
but he took me there.

And we talked and...

he seemed different and
we talked like we never had before.

Then he brought me home,
we hugged, and he left.

When you asked me,
I was too exhausted to explain.

And I thought if I told you,
you wouldn't believe me.

That's why I said
I was here and that's all.

Great. Great.
I believe you, OK?

So, let's see
if I understand properly.

If you hadn't just coincidentally
bumped into Lluís at the bar,

you would have hooked up
with some random guy.

That was your idea, your goal?

Was that it?

- Maybe, yes.
- "Maybe, yes." Fuck.

- You make it difficult, Sara!
- You want honesty, right?

Do you like making love to me?

Depends on the day.
But yes. I like making love to you.

When you say it like that...

- Like what?
- It sounds like an obligation.

Look, Aitor. I told you
I like making love to you.

Stop winding me up. I'm not
in the mood for all this melodrama.

I thought... I thought your need
for one night stands was finished.

- That you'd got over it.
- Me too. I don't know.

I don't know if I can be
with a woman who...

who might just
screw around at any moment.

- Even if they only get 5 minutes.
- I understand.

If I weren't your partner, Sara...
Honestly, I could help you.

You understand? But...

But you have to understand I can't.
It's difficult to accept.

Nor do I ask it of you.

Have you slept with anyone else
since we've been together?

- No.
- All right.

I believe you.

All I ask is that
you help me a little, please.

For me it's hard
to live with this problem.

Don't lie to me any more.

Don't tell me you've been one place
when you've been somewhere else.

Come back to work like normal.

Stop chasing ghosts
with that Víctor, please.

I won't do that. If I start something,
I have to see it through to the end.

Great. End it quickly then, please.
If not, this thing will end us.

- So it's all my fault.
- Yes, it's all your fucking fault!

I didn't disappear
in the middle of a crisis, Sara.

I don't go to a bar at 3am to meet
my ex because she's dead.

She's dead!

If I do something that bugs you, or
that you don't like, tell me, please.

I don't know, if I accidentally
leave the toilet seat up,

if I snore at night,
if my breath smells, tell me.

Tell me what I'm doing wrong, please.

- No, no. You do nothing wrong.
- No, tell me. Fucking tell me!

No, it's nothing.

It's nothing,
or you can't think of anything?

- It's nothing in particular.
- It's abstract.

Then, what is abstract
about me that bothers you?

- I won't play this game.
- What game?

- Who hurts who more.
- Am I hurting you?

- No, no.
- Do you want me to hurt you?

So you go to a bar and fuck some guy!
Is that what you want?

Fuck!

- Hey, enough. All right?
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Look, we both know this is over.

We've both spent 30 minutes trying
to make the other one end this thing

so we don't feel guilty. Don't worry.

I'll do it.

I don't want it to end, Sara. I...

- I want to start over.
- Well, I don't.

I hoped you and I...

But...

it wasn't possible.

It didn't go well.

Aitor, we're not right. Look at us.
We don't respect each other.

I'll never make you happy.

I'll never be the woman you want.

A complete partner
to share everything with.

I... have secrets.
I keep things buried away,

and I want to keep them there,
whether you like it or not.

Let's leave it there.
Let's not make it harder than it is.

I just ask one favour.

We'll still see each other at work

and with time, I hope and wish
we can be friends like before, but...

I only ask that you still
let me see Miren.

We've become friends
and I love her and...

I don't want to lose her.

If that's possible.

I didn't want this.

Sara, I didn't want this.

You think I wanted this?

You think I wanted this?
I wanted us to be indestructible.

I wanted us to be friends,
colleagues, lovers... I wanted...

but it can't happen.

And I feel awful for you...

for me...

for Miren.

Aitor,

you're the best person
I've met in my life,

and I don't regret a minute...

I spent by your side.

Not a single one.

But we have to end this here.

Have you ever felt
shame or regret?

Have you?

- What's bothering you?
- The past.

You think you leave things
behind you, but it's not true.

You bump into them again.

Someone always comes along
to remind you who you are

and what you've done.

Vila!

He's with another, younger one.

It's not the first time,
but this time it's different.

Carmen,
what are you doing here so late?

We've done terrible things, Joana.