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Don't forget your math book.

You have nothing to tell us? Last night you mentioned something.

- Huh? Nothing... - Always forgetting things.

Don't you have to take your plastic project to class?

I'll go.

You can pull the car out.

Where is Alba?

Alba!

Save her!

Save her...

FIRE

Shall I pack you some ties?

No, there's no need.

Dad?

Can you come here for a second?

Lekeitio.

It's pretty.

But very small.

I don't understand why they're sending you there.

I already told you.

To coordinate security for several companies in the area.

It'll only be a few days.

And you're leaving me alone?

You won't be alone exactly.

Then come with me.

You work on your computer, you can go anywhere you want.

Yeah, jumping--

Mariusz is a good kid.

He'll do anything you ask, that's our arrangement.

And Zulma will keep coming every morning.

Does he speak Spanish at least?

It's the first time we'll be apart in 12 years.

You could make an effort to get up from that chair.

You can.

And give me a kiss.

And you could let me hug you. You can.

That must be Mariusz.

It took me four minutes from home.

On the motorbike. I timed it, yes?

- Thanks for motorbike... - Come in.

Yes.

Remember what we agreed.

Anything she wants.

Anything but going to Lekeitio.

Hello, Alba. I'm Mariusz.

What a big room you have, huh?

And all yours.

You know I have to share mine with retarded cousin.

He's not really retarded...

It's all settled, right?

Mariusz will come in the evenings and on the weekend.

Alba...

Mariusz is only trying to make you feel comfortable.

I'm fine with this...

I am. This is a real job, yes.

For example, the guys flip out when I say,

"I'm going to work as a butler for a girl."

A girl?

You mean a gimp.

You should know

that I'm taking a home assistance course.

I have to study books and everything, believe me.

Nice computer you've got there...

Bringing her a boy... and Romanian!

- Polish. - Even worse.

Alba and I don't need him at all.

Zulma, you have your kids, your family.

You can't take care of her like you did when she was little.

Look, my uncle said that if I don't treat you like a queen

he'll rip my head off.

My uncle worked with your father, for his company.

That's the last photo we have of Oihana Lasarte,

taken 5 years ago while arresting a leftist Basque nationalist.

We know she's having serious money problems.

You said to let you know when that happened.

She's looking for work teaching Basque and French.

She's unemployed.

We stopped following her a while ago.

She cut her ties to that world...

and to her husband.

She hasn't visited him in prison for years.

She's been arrested several times.

And released without charges.

She's not a member of ETA

and there's no proof she ever collaborated.

When her husband was arrested she took her son to France.

I'm giving you all the information we have on her.

And I shouldn't.

This is her address in Lekeitio?

What about her son? No photos of the kid?

Carlos...

What the fuck are you doing?

The guy bombed your car, not his wife.

It's not what you think.

So not a word of this to anyone.

Remember what you owe me.

I hear your security firm in Barcelona is doing great.

- And that Alba's working... - Yeah. IT design.

She's very good.

Why don't you go home to her?

What do you want?

Carlos?

Marina...

What are you doing in Bilbao? And without calling me?

I just got here.

I came to do some paperwork.

How are you? Everything okay?

Yeah, fine.

I can't complain, with things as they are.

Are you staying?

For a while, yes.

Then take my number.

But this time you'll have to call me, because I won't call you.

You still have mine!

Then you only have to press a button.

The house is 300 years old, completely renovated.

All the land you see belongs to the house.

Welcome.

EUSEBIO GALLASTEGI TRIAL BEGINS

Yes?

Oihana Lasarte?

- Are you Alvaro? - Yes. Nice to meet you.

Shall we sit?

I have an architecture studio in Barcelona, how I make my living.

But I'm taking a year off on sabbatical.

To write, which is what I always wanted to do.

My novel is getting published.

In Spanish, Catalonian and Basque.

I can handle the first two, but the third...

Who told you about me?

An academy where you taught.

I don't need just a translator.

I want someone who knows about literature.

Letting someone translate your novel

is like leaving your daughter with a stranger.

I'd love to do it.

When are you going back to Barcelona?

I'm staying here for a few weeks,

while I translate it into Catalonian.

I don't want to be distracted by work.

As far as money goes,

name your price.

I see you don't have money problems.

I must have others.

Sorry...

Here it is.

I concentrate better writing by hand. Sorry for the inconvenience.

And for my handwriting, it's awful.

Yes.

A little.

If you want, you can work here.

I can help you decipher it.

Working with the author would help.

But I don't want to impose.

Here, take the keys. You can come whenever you want.

What's the novel about?

It's about...

reflections and conversations of a man with his therapist.

A disturbed man trying to get better

who wants to be normal again.

I don't know how busy you are with work.

I don't have much right now.

Nothing, actually.

You see curtain,

curtain looks clean,

then you wash and can't believe how much shit it had.

And can't be street dust, no.

That's impossible.

I think it's from people.

We release bad vibes, like invisible shit.

A girl I almost went out with before is angry now

because I come to work here with you, yes?

How about that!

She doesn't trust me.

Really?

I knew it!

- Knew what? - That you can walk with crutches.

Then why you never go out?

With this sun...

You know in Warsaw everything changes

when the sun finally comes out.

Lucky here.

I don't go outside because the last time I did

I lost my legs.

And I haven't wanted to since.

But why did they give you that...?

My grandfather lost leg in war, you know.

But he never stayed home.

He drank, he drank a lot, yes.

With sun, without sun...

Did you describe me?

To my grandfather?

No.

To that girl you almost went outwith.

What? No!

Why not?

Because if I tell her you're pretty,

she would kick my ass.

She was very jealous.

Your verdict?

I'm only the translator, I don't think you care about my opinion.

Well, I do.

I have to admit, I was up very late reading.

I wanted to finish it.

I don't know what to say.

I found it...

shocking at times.

It's all so harsh,

so real...

If you think it's autobiographical, sorry to disappoint you.

Why don't we ever find out what happened to the protagonist?

He loses his wife, but we don't know how.

It talks about guilt like someone's responsible,

but you never say.

I want each reader to imagine what happened.

What did you imagine?

I don't know.

I think someone killed her, right?

Let each reader draw their own conclusion.

You definitely reflect grief very well.

Yeah?

I really haven't suffered much.

Lucky for you.

See you tomorrow.

- Can I give you a ride? - No, thanks.

I was just leaving.

I'm meeting my son.

My son Aritz.

Alvaro, the writer.

Mom, what's wrong with him?

Nothing.

Dad...

Don't let them operate on me again.

Not again.

Alba, please.

No...

Don't let them.

I don't want another liver...

I want them to leave me alone...

I'd rather die than never walk again.

Don't say that.

Alba, you heard what they said.

If we don't operate again, you'll never get out of this bed.

We have a donor.

I don't want to...

Is there... no other way?

Dad...

Here we are again,

twelve years later.

Everything has changed except us.

You think so?

How have you been all this time?

Let's say it's not easy to have an acceptable sentimental relationship

for a female police officer in her forties

in Bilbao.

And God knows I've tried...

How is Alba?

Fine, she's fine.

She works from home, she manages.

She's grown up.

And you?

Everyone says I'm okay.

I say it too.

But it still...

disturbs me when people touch me.

It reminds me of the day of the bomb.

My wife's hands, clinging to me...

Okay, I said it.

Who wants things to be easy?

I don't know what therapy you've had,

but I'll handle that fixation of yours.

How?

You'll want to touch me so bad it'll make you crazy.

I've been waiting for you for 12 years, Carlos.

No bomb will come between us this time.

Dinner, yes?

I'm leaving.

Want anything else?

Since you asked, I want my dad to wish me a happy birthday.

It's your birthday?

Thanks.

Happy birthday!

If I knew, I'd make special dinner.

I'm not hungry.

Sure, you'll see. A dinner with everything you can't eat.

It's just one day. But I'll have to buy it tomorrow...

It doesn't matter.

Shall I help you?

I can do it myself.

What would you like as a present?

Do you really want to know?

I'd like to flirt with boys,

have friends, go out and party,

buy provocative clothes...

What do you think?

See you tomorrow.

Come in.

Thank you.

Can you leave us for a moment, please?

Have a seat.

Have you thought it over carefully?

Yes.

I speak Spanish okay, yes.

But reading it is harder.

It says exactly what I told you.

I don't want to lie to you and I won't.

You take care of my daughter

and you'll make a good wage for the rest of your life.

And if you agree,

there's no turning back.

My lawyer will make sure you fulfill your obligation when I'm gone.

And that means giving her anything she wants. Anything.

Do you understand?

Yes.

This is Alba?

She's Alba?

Yes, Why?

She's pretty!

I thought she was more... less...

She's pretty, damn it. She's pretty.

I never ask favors of anyone.

But I'm going to ask one of you.

Alba has suffered much more than anyone can bear.

Please,

I don't want her to suffer anymore.

Of course.

Yes.

But you said "When I'm gone."

What do you mean by that?

One day I'll be gone.

And you'll stay.

You'll be her legs, her support, her link to the world.

You'll be whatever she wants you to be.

If you agree, sign it.

Hello, Aritz.

-It's not contagious. - What isn't?

What I've got. It's Down Syndrome.

You didn't want to shake hands with me the other day...

My bad manners aren't contagious either...

Will you show me around town?

Shall we?

I've never been to Barcelona.

France, yes.

I've met everyone but your father.

- Where is he? - In jail.

But he didn't do anything bad.

- Why were you at City Hall? - Who, me?

Nothing.

Seeing if there were any classes for someone like me.

What sort of classes?

No, nothing...

- Nothing? Must be boring classes. - Well...

I want to be an actor.

I have another doubt, Alvaro.

The protagonist tells the therapist again...

I didn't know your husband was in jail.

If that makes you uncomfortable...

No, not at all.

I've been abroad so long that ETA means nothing to me.

You're lucky, take it from me.

Not so lucky.

Lekeitio is boring me to death.

I wish I had problems like that.

I don't know anyone.

We could go out sometime, have a drink.

I'm way too busy.

What's so funny?

So it's true what they say about Basque women.

Rumors.

No, really, I can't.

Between my son, your book and the house...

Right now I have to run and do the shopping.

By the way, I looked you up on the Internet.

There's nothing about you.

I lived in Argentina and mainly in Chile.

Now I'm back in Barcelona and...

the firm is in my partners' name.

Satisfied?

Almost.

Are you married?

Divorced, from a stuck up Catalonian.

I smoke a lot,

and my daughter's grown and lives alone.

Now it's your turn.

We were having fun...

My life is my son.

Because all the rest...

- What did your husband do? - Please, don't.

You and your book have been like a breath of fresh air.

I don't want to talk about the same old thing.

I want to be... you.

Write,

go somewhere else, travel...

or marry some stuck up guy.

Careful what you wish for.

- Thank you very much, sir. - You're welcome.

Look at him! See you tomorrow.

Have you already signed up?

For acting classes, I mean.

No, there aren't any for me.

- So you're one of those... - Those what?

A complainer. A moaner.

I learned something years ago.

If you have a problem,

head straight for it, break its neck. Or let it break yours.

Making excuses and complaining is useless.

But...

You see? Already making excuses.

You want to be an actor or a moaner?

I'm a little different, huh? Maybe you haven't noticed...

Right. A moaner.

Actor!

- You sure? - Actor!

Then get in the car.

Where are we going?

Bilbao?

My mom isn't stopping me from acting,

she says there won't be many roles for me.

Hello. ls there still time to sign up for acting classes?

- Yes, of course. - Good.

The kid wants to sign up.

Are you his father?

A friend.

Well, this might not be the right school for him.

Why?

The schedule fits him just fine.

Sure, but I don't know if it's...

-appropriate. It takes a level... - Don't worry.

He can speak, read and express himself.

That's enough to be an actor, isn't it?

Maybe...

-we should talk to Morn first. - What for?

Isn't this what you want? You're old enough to decide.

Okay, then. Give me the forms, please.

Now what?

I don't have the money to sign up.

I'll lend it to you.

You'll pay me back somehow.

What do you know about your tenant?

Nothing. He's from Barcelona.

- Not even his last name? - No.

You must have signed a contract.

Sure, and pay tons of taxes. He paid cash, and very well.

Aritz.

Hi, uncle.

- Where are you coming from? - Nowhere...

We went for a ride.

He's a friend.

Damn, he's a little old for a friend.

Does your mom know you two hang out?

Sure, Mom's translating his novel.

He's a writer. A very good one.

A writer? What's his name?

Alvaro.

How did you mother meet him? Go on.

I've been wanting to die for years,

to die completely.

And let everyone else live their normal lives.

The life that was taken away from me.

Every morning, from the moment I open my eyes,

I feel that fire inside me,

a fire that never goes out, that burns me up with rage.

But this morning was different. Finally.

I've found my cure at last.

The way to put out the fire once and for all.

Revenge.

Where have you been?

Mom, sweetie. Want me to beat the eggs?

Two, right?

No.

Four.

Okay, four.

Okay, what do you want?

Who, me? Nothing, nothing.

How are things with Alvaro? He's handsome, huh?

Handsome?

He's the luckiest guy in the world, the bastard...

Why?

Because.

He does whatever he wants,

with no ties,

no problems.

But he's handsome, right?

Handsome, I don't know.

But he's a raving lunatic, looking at what he writes.

Okay, but he's handsome, right?

Yes, he's handsome.

Happy?

No, it's just...

He signed me up for acting classes.

What?

Mariusz...

Your birthday present.

Weights?

Yes, ma'am.

Have you seen those paper arms of yours?

With these nobody will beat you at arm-wrestling.

Why do I need to beat anyone at arm-wrestling?

Because I'd like to see you win, yes?

And go outside.

You know there are Olympic runners

without legs?

- You can do it! - Sure.

And Spielberg can make a movie about me.

What do you know

about losing everything just like that?

My parents died two years ago in a car accident.

And I had to come to Barcelona to live with aunt and uncle.

They worked in Russian restaurant.

But when I arrived,

the crisis came too.

They say I'm not lucky, but they're wrong.

They're wrong.

If I stay in Warsaw,

I don't meet you

and you have paper arms the rest of your life.

You're no muscle man yourself.

I was about to leave.

You don't answer your phone?

Sorry.

I didn't know you were coming.

Wouldn't you rather go to Bilbao for a drink?

I have no booze here.

I want to be with you.

I want to tell you everything I couldn't over the years.

Why are you so tense?

Pretty girls make me nervous, you know that.

That's better.

Remember how much we used to laugh?

Tell me something.

Why Lekeitio of all places?

A Basque nationalist town might not be the right place for you.

Work.

One more question, the last one.

Were you really going to leave your wife for me?

Don't fan the flames, please.

I've been wondering for 12 years, Carlos.

You owe it to me.

Marina...

I'm not the man I was.

And I never will be.

They ripped me apart, just like Alba.

But they didn't finish me off.

This is what I am.

Making plans with me...

doesn't make any sense.

I can't even give you a hug?

Let go.

Let me help you.

Try.

Hello.

Hello.

I just came to...

- But I can come back later. - No...

I was just leaving.

I came early.

She's...

Will you call me?

Sure.

Don't be upset.

But I am.

You shouldn't put those fantasies in Aritz' head.

Or pay for his acting classes. How much was it?

Don't worry about the money, that's between him and me.

Forgive me, I didn't mean to bother you.

I don't want him to get disappointed again.

But he Will.

I think it's important...

and good for him to fight for what he wants.

I shouldn't have meddled, I'm sorry.

If only other people had said the same thing to him.

His father, for a start. He was a total disappointment.

He wasn't the warrior he thought he was.

But he's my son.

And I love him just the way he is.

I'm spoiling your morning.

Thank you.

For what you said about Aritz.

Oh, no.

You owe me a drink for the scene you made.

Look, this one answered.

"What's the most beautiful thing about you? Since I can't zee you..."

He wrote "see" with a Z.

Spaniards don't know how to hit on women.

Tell him to piss off.

We'll find another one. There are thousands, I told you.

It's like fishing in a swimming pool.

- MY INTERIOR - BAD START

AND MY LEGS THEY WOULD BLOW YOU AWAY

Come on...

TURN ON YOUR WEBCAM, IF YOU DARE SO I CAN ZEE THEM

And "dare" with a D.

How about that!

What are you doing?

Things were just getting interesting.

I'll stand behind the screen so he can't see me.

- But he can see me. - So what?

I don't want him to see how I am.

Alba, he can only see your face.

Connect, yes?

You can't imagine all the funny bullshit guys can say

when they see a pretty girl on screen.

Yes? Just try.

I'm not pretty.

And I'm not even wearing make-up.

You don't need any. Look, do this.

Like that.

Let hair down. Shake your head, hard.

Shake it!

Harder, shake it harder, yes?

That's it.

- Can I have a moment? - Yes.

How are you, Alba?

How are things with the Polish boy?

He mistreats me, he has me doing weights.

I see you're getting along. I'm glad.

When are you coming back?

Soon.

In any case...

I want to tell you something.

That what I'm doing here is for your mom. For you.

What?

Your work?

You won't understand at first.

But remember what I'm telling you.

Remember it's for you both. You promise?

And there's a body expression class.

The classmates are nice and there's a girl...

Your morn...

Do you know if she goes out with other men?

My mom? What are you saying?

Your dad's friends?

I said there's a girl...

What's your father like?

I don't know.

He went to jail when I was 3 years old.

I never visit him.

Why not?

It's too far away. And my parents don't love each other anymore.

Because of what he did?

Well...

I don't know exactly why he went to jail.

His family says he's like a soldier,

and he was taken prisoner.

And Morn says I'll understand when I'm older.

You're older now.

Look on the Internet.

How fixed up will your mom get to go out with me?

My mom? What are you saying!

Yeah.

From 1 to 10. Go on.

The girl in my class, 9 and a half, at least.

But my mom...

five and a half.

I think she'll go for...

an eight.

And a half.

Yeah, yeah. My mom!

Of course I'd like to move away, to Bilbao at least.

Far away from the same people,

the same conversations, the same problems...

Do it.

If only it were that easy.

Choosing the wrong path and trying to turn back

when you've followed it your whole life

can make you dizzy.

Are you talking about your husband?

No.

Please, not you too.

Tell me about you.

You already know.

I work, I like stuck up women, I write horror stories...

And the she-lion the other day?

That was only to make you jealous.

You're trouble.

Tell me about your daughter.

My daughter?

She's 23 years old.

She's gorgeous, the best thing in my life.

She's a dancer.

I always have to like guys who are problematic.

Sister-in-law, you're all dressed up!

- What's the occasion? - In Spanish.

- This is Alvaro, my brother-in-law. - Hey, the Catalonian!

By the way, Eusebio says hi. Her husband.

He's in jail.

Too fucking far away. Can't even visit him.

All for getting rid of four bastards.

Four bastards?

- How much is it? -lt's on me.

Everyone wanted to stop the violence, there you go. Everybody's happy.

But he's still there, locked up, as far away as possible.

You're Catalonian, right?

What do you think of all this?

I don't know.

If I were at war,

I'd pick up a gun, like your brother.

You have no fucking idea about what's happening here.

You said what you wanted to say.

Now will you leave me alone already?

I'm sorry.

What he said was because of me.

He's not usually such a jerk, but he's drunk.

That's okay.

Tonight has been wonderful, but it's getting late.

DETECTIVE CARLOS MARTINEZ' ATTACKER ARRESTED

- Hi, Grandma. -Hi, Aritz.

ls your mother home?

I overslept.

You know, going out late...

You have every right.

But this is a small town, everyone finds out.

So I noticed.

My son still thinks that when his brother

comes back everything will be the same as before.

Don't be angry with him.

I came to talk about my other son. Eusebio.

The prisoners' families are organizing another campaign to get them closer.

Different this time, with other relatives.

Less political and more human.

We were thinking of Aritz.

No!

Oihana...

No way.

I won't let you put him in a cage like a hamster

and show him to everyone to get sympathy.

He's his father.

He's a father now?

That's new.

What do you think?

That it's easy for me?

My eldest son, the smart one, the good one,

who shattered my life

and shatters it every morning when I get up...

What do you want me to do?

Just forget about him?

Would you do that to Aritz?

Did you know my nose is broken?

A policewoman, a very young one.

The last time I was arrested, when I was pregnant.

She punched me in the face and said it was for her murdered father.

And she said she hoped my son Aritz would be born dead.

You never told me that.

Then I saw it clearly.

I swore that my son wouldn't grow up surrounded by hate on all sides.

Like Eusebio, like me,

like that policewoman.

This is the end. We just need to fight a little more.

More?

I'm sick of fighting battles and losing one after another.

I can't go on.

I'm 40 years old.

Look at me.

Look at yourself.

Okay...

In the end, the only truth

is that my husband, your son,

killed 8 people.

This isn't about politics.

I don't care about that anymore.

Oihana, I have to keep going. He's my son.

I just want him closer so I can visit him.

If you leave me too, I'll be all alone.

Please.

Please.

Don't ask that of me.

I can't.

What's going on?

Did you hear us?

Some.

If you have a problem, head straight for it.

Break its neck, or let it break yours.

I'll keep that in mind.

Where did you hear that?

Will you explain this to me?

I can't.

Then when you walk out that door I'm going straight to the chief

to tell him what you're doing.

The Ministry asked me to personally approach

certain members of that world.

- You? - Me.

Me, exactly.

The official contacts aren't making progress.

They want to try something less political.

Obviously very few people at the Ministry know about this.

They'll never admit we're talking to them.

- You expect me to believe that? - Then what do you believe?

That I want to fuck that murderer's wife?

Of course not.

That I want to kill her?

Is that it?

Then I can talk to her to confirm all this.

Sure.

Take plenty of reporters so everyone finds out. Why not?

Why didn't you tell me, Carlos?

Because nobody can know.

We're finally about to stop this.

This is the only thing that gives meaning to my life.

Don't screw it up too.

I owe it to my wife

and hundreds of people like her.

In a few days, you'll see I'm not lying.

One week.

Let me do something to end this nightmare.

Aritz, hi.

Listen, I think it's time for you to pay back that favor you owe me.

I have to go to Barcelona.

When?

In a few days. Work stuff.

But you're rich. You could stay and live here if you wanted.

Listen to me, Aritz.

I need to finish the translation of my book right away.

- That's where you can help. - How?

I want you to convince your mom

to come to a house in the country, just the three of us,

where no one will disturb us. Like a vacation.

Do you like my morn?

You can't ask that.

Damn it!

You two never answer me! Why are you leaving?

Why are you leaving?

Look, there's a beach here and everything.

Will you be able to convince your mom?

You want to bet?

You'll miss my performance.

I don't think it's necessary.

Look, I can just email the translation to you in Barcelona.

It's not necessary, but it would be nice.

For Aritz too. He says

he hasn't had a vacation.

And I'll study more this year, I promise. Please!

I have tons of things to do here.

Don't be scared.

Nothing will happen unless you want it to.

Look at him! I'm not scared at all.

Curiosity then?

I'd love you both to come.

But we'll pay half.

Fine. I'll handle it.

Stop fooling around!

Alvaro will leave sooner or later.

Don't get too fond of him.

And not a word to your grandmother!

Hi.

Is Alba home?

I'm a friend of her parents'. I'd like to see her.

Sorry for just showing up like this.

I tried calling, but nobody answered.

I'm in Barcelona for my work.

You might not remember me.

Sure I do... Marina.

You're so pretty and grown-up!

You were still a little girl the last time I saw you.

You look the same.

I had paperwork to do here and I wanted to talk to you.

About your father.

He's not here.

I know.

I saw him in Bilbao.

He says he's doing a special job for the Ministry of the Interior.

- Do you know about it? - He said that?

Yes, but I'm not sure.

I'm afraid he might be doing something on his own.

Something possibly dangerous.

Why something dangerous?

Look, Alba. Your father has suffered a lot.

I don't think the Ministry would turn to him.

Your mother and I were good friends.

Yes, but you were sleeping with my father.

What do you want? To get back together?

I want to stop him from making a big mistake.

He's seeing the wife of the ETA member who killed your mother.

For your information, he is working for the Ministry. Anything else?

Goodbye, Alba. Thank you.

Who was that?

DETECTIVE CARLOS MARTINEZ' ATTACKER ARRESTED

SENTENCED TO 1,200 YEARS FOR KILLING 8 PEOPLE

Hi.

Sorry about the other day. I was a little drunk.

We have the press conference this weekend.

- Mom says you're not coming. - No.

A lot of people won't understand.

I'm not trying to pressure you. But if you're not there...

I've managed to get the police to leave me alone.

Now I'd like other people to do the same.

I have a right to live my life.

Damn it, you always misinterpret me.

I don't want people to get the wrong idea about you.

Let them think whatever they want.

Are you moving away?

Yes, but didn't the company send my father to meet with clients?

Your father?

To Lekeitio. He's been there for a few weeks.

Your father doesn't work with us anymore.

He sold his shares in the company. He didn't tell you?

Yes, but I've been away for a few days.

So he's left the company for good?

I might be saying too much. I thought you were moving away.

Yes, of course.

Sorry, we're leaving Barcelona.

ACCOUNTS CLOSED

I brought the shopping, yes? Food is life.

And clothes, for you.

- What did my dad tell you? - About what?

About anything! He quit his job,

the company that was his life. He sold it.

And he closed all the accounts, he put it all in my name.

Why?

I don't know.

You don't know?

He chose you.

Not a woman, not a maid. You.

A boy with no family, no parents. Why?

Alba, your father isn't coming back.

What?

He said not to tell you, but...

How do you know he's not coming back?

I don't know how.

He said one day he would be gone and to take care of you.

That's what I'm trying to do, really.

That's why you said I'm pretty?

And the gifts?

You're a liar.

Get out.

Get out and don't come back!

You're wrong.

Get the toothpaste and toothbrushes.

You never take me to see Dad.

He's too far away.

You never go.

Did somebody talk to you?

I found out myself.

I'm not a child.

What do you know?

Everything.

Did he kill all those people?

He left a little girl with no legs?

Is it true?

Yes.

It' true.

But why?

He'll have to tell you that himself.

Is that why you don't love him anymore?

There are many reasons.

Aritz...

I don't think we should go to the house with Alvaro.

No, please, I want to go. Why can't he stay with us?

My son...

If only you could be a child forever...

and I could always protect you.

He likes you, you know.

Yes, it's me.

I'll pick you up in ten minutes.

Where are we going?

It's a surprise.

No, nearby.

It's the quietest spot I know.

See you.

That wasn't so hard, was it?

Open up!

Marina told me what you're doing!

Open up or I'll call her right now!

I was in the bathroom.

Why didn't you call to say you were coming?

Can I come in?

I'm sorry. I had to tell her.

Come in.

You finally left the house.

I have a work appointment right now...

No, you don't!

You don't have a job!

You quit your job.

The money, the house, all in my name.

What did Marina tell you?

You tell me!

What are you doing here with the woman who killed Mom?

I'm putting out the fire that's been burning me up for 12 years.

How?

I'm going to kill her.

And cripple her son.

Some day you'll understand.

Let me...

Give me your hands.

Alba, let me.

- Alba! - No!

What are you doing...?

Dad! You're going to kill him!

Stop it! Mariusz didn't do anything!

Don't you understand?

Look what they did to you!

Please, Dad.

I don't want you to kill anyone.

I don't want to lose you too. Please...

Please...

Please don't cry.

It's for your own good, Alba.

You don't need me.

Nobody needs me.

Hi.

Put on your seat belt.

There's no coverage here, but anything you need,

you know where my house is.

I left you everything you might need.

I'm sure.

Mom... Morn...

If you two want to be alone, just tell me. No problem.

I'll keep it in mind.

You probably didn't bring your laptop.

But there's still work to do.

Or we can be irresponsible.

Want to go for a walk?

Aritz wanted to ask you something.

Right?

I already talked to her, Alvaro.

My name isn't Alvaro, my name is Carlos.

Carlos Martinez.

Hello?

Yes, one second.

Marina, it's for you.

Mes? -lt's Alba, Carlos' daughter.

He's going to kill her!

I'm in Lekeitio,

at his house.

Okay, calm down. Where is your father?

I don't know, but he's going to kill her.

We need an ambulance.

It's okay.

The police are on the way.

The number you are trying to reach is either turned off or...

Your loving father...

tried to kill me with a bomb.

But he killed my wife

and left my daughter with no legs.

She was only ten years old.

No!

What do you want?

What do I want?

I want you to tell me why.

You're his wife.

You supported him.

You were one of those who shouted "ETA, kill them!"

Right?

Mom, is that true?

You've read everything that's crossed my mind

over 12 endless years...

I want you to tell me why me.

I've been blinded and deafened by hate too.

I wish I could erase what I did.

But I can't.

How did you feel that day?

Did you toast to having crippled my daughter?

Or not even that?

For God's sake, Alvaro!

You're not leaving here alive.

He is...

but with no legs.

Do you think you'll put out the fire

by spreading it to other people?

Alvaro! My morn didn't do anything to you.

And my wife and daughter?

What did they do to you?

Let me go!

Shut up!

Not my son...

Let him go. He's innocent.

I've been saying that every single day for 12 years!

Not my daughter! She was innocent.

Who listened to me?

No... No!

Please, kill me...

Not him.

Please!

Why didn't you kill me instead?

Finish me off?

Don't let him die!

Save him!

Aritz' relative? He's out of danger.

He'll need a knee operation, it will be long and costly.

The other fractures will only take time.

How did he do that?

I'm the one who did it to him.

I'll have to report it.

You tried to kill three people. Give me your gun.

You're under arrest.

Is this what you wanted, Carlos?

To end up like the man who killed your wife?

In the end...

I couldn't do it.

I don't want revenge.

I want you...

To be with you.

Forgive me.

It's okay.

Your son will walk and run again.

I'm sorry, but it could have been much worse.

We'll need you to give a statement.

I imagine you want to press charges.

No.

You should think it over. What he did is horrible.

The D.A. will prosecute him.

But I won't.

The truth is...

whenever you leave the house, there's trouble.

Sorry, sorry...

And I do think you're pretty.

The prettiest girl in the world.