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PREVIOUSLY...

The Earth, as we knew it,
doesn't exist anymore.

The only thing we know now is that 99%
of its surface is liquid.

There's land about 15 miles
to the northwest!

Let's try and land, guys!

There's land.

There's land!

Flight MC6254 went off course.

The captain's lying.

Finding the course of the plane that sent
that message can take us five years.

Maybe ten.

This will be a blow to the crew.

It won't, we're not telling them.

Very well.

Some years ago, when you were reborn,

I decided I'd keep everything you forgot,

so you wouldn't miss it.

I don't want to know anything.

I have good memories.

What if there's a bad memory
inside the box?

I take pictures of pretty things.

Do you want her to be your girlfriend?

Does she turn around to look
at you after you both talk?

If she does, she's yours.

I've fallen in love with Ulises. I have.

-Are you sure you're in love with Julia?
-Deeply.

But she's already made her mind,
so that's the end of it.

One day, you'll wake up in one
of those boxes, headed for the bottom.

Never threaten someone with a weapon,
unless you'll use it.

He almost killed your father
some days ago, mind you.

I don't like you.

Come live with me.

Empty just a couple of drawers.
We stowaways travel light.

I wanted to ask your permission
so Ainhoa could come live with me.

I don't like Gamboa one bit.

We didn't make love, or anything.

I just fell asleep.

Is your boyfriend jealous?

On this ship...

you can't trust anyone or anything.

Last warning.

Last lesson.

I'm no one to you.

Next time, I'm washing your hair.

I'm with you, no matter what.

If what we have now isn't enough for you,

for me, it's more than I've ever had.

-I want an abortion.
-Isn't there a father?

-I'll be the father.
-Alright.

From now on, you're my baby's father.

-There it is.
-Maybe we're not the only survivors.

Hello?

What's this, Ricardo?

There should be somebody here.

If there is, they're either sick or dead.

-It's a video camera.
-Look, Dad!

-What?
-What's that?

Over there! Back there!

Who was recording this?

And why didn't they answer our signals?

And where did they go?

Over... Anyone?

Over. Do you copy?

Ulises sending an SOS to...

Do you copy?

Can you hear me, Captain?
Please, can anyone hear me?

Ulises sending an SOS to the North Star.

Does anybody copy?

Here Ulises sending a message
to the North Star.

Does anybody copy?

Here Ulises sending a message
to the North Star.

Does anybody copy?

Does anybody copy?

Here Ulises sending an SOS
to the North Star.

Does anybody copy?

Here Ulises. Does anybody copy?

Here Ulises. Does anybody copy? Please!

Does anybody copy?

8 HOURS EARLIER

OK.

One... Two...

-Three!
-And three.

-Good morning!
-Good morning!

What a blow!

Here I go!

No, Dad. I'll piss myself!

-Why's that?
-To the bathroom!

Not on the bed. Run!

What's that?

The trip became a luxury cruise
with breakfast in bed.

Great, then!

I'm not sure why you're bringing it to me
instead of your boyfriend.

Is everything OK with Gamboa?

No, it's not.

What's wrong?

Do you ever have the feeling
that you're making a mistake?

Maybe I'm just rushing into it.

Listen.

I'll say what your mother would say.

If you have doubts,

take your time.

How can I take my time

if I just moved to his cabin?

-I'll have to hang in a bit more.
-You don't need to.

You just need to be happy.

If you need time...

or even leave Gamboa...

leave him.

You're the most important thing to me,
birdie. Plus, if you're bringing breakfast
to bed every day,

you're welcome with your family anytime.

Right.

Let's change these sheets.

Bonebreaker!

How can you?

I like my family,

because when coffee is spilled
and stains the sheets,

nobody yells or gets angry.

We just laugh.

Here's the beetle!

Thirteen to one, huh?

Whatever. Hey, do you like that grouper?

-What grouper?
-A sperm whale.

Just like you, he got away from me.

-What? You were lazy and let it go.
-What?

If you're into fishing, you need to go
on a fishing trip, where you get the bait.

You're getting old, man.

Yeah! A fishing trip. Let's go on a trip.

The big ones here
and the small ones here.

Aren't you going to ask me
about the scars?

The scars?

Come on, don't be a pussy.

Look. Mazarrón, nine stitches.

A fin hit me while fishing tuna.

-What are you doing?
-Finisterre, 13 stitches.

A moray eel

went through the neoprene and I had
to pluck its eye out to make it leave me.

The Falklands, a tiger shark.

-What now?
-It just went by me.

Here's one by a swordfish

that almost went through my legs
in the Canary Islands.

-You give up, huh?
-Yeah, I give up.

What a fine sailor you are!

What is it, Bubble?

That fog wasn't there just a minute ago.

It's odd.

It doesn't bring humidity.

And fog always does.

-Need a hand?
-With what?

-The sardines?
-Yeah.

No way! You're not a fish girl.

-I'll take care of it.
-Why?

Because you're a scientist, a professor.

-A relative.
-You're my boyfriend's son's girlfriend,

which makes you my stepdaughter-in-law.

"Stepdaughter-in-law," that's horrible.

What? You two are going steady now?

Yeah, we're even looking
for an apartment. Right, Julia?

Rent prices are terrible these days.

-What's this?
-What?

There's something weird in here.

What?

Look.

It's a ring.

It's heavy.

How did it end up in there?

Simple: someone dropped into the sea.

FOG.

Maybe it's a signal.

Of what?

Maybe...

that the family should be formalized.

-Come on, champ!
-OK.

-What? Do you think I'll chicken out?
-I know you will.

You're wrong.
I've already spent 20 years holding back.

It's over. Give it here. You'll see.

Hey, blonde, will you marry me?

-Scoot, come on.
-Will you?

Leave me alone.

It's a dead person's ring
and it's not funny.

Leave me alone, Julián.

OK, then...

I just created the perfect girl. We can all create our own goddess
with this software.

Let's see which mouth we can give her...

Vilma!

Look what I found in the hold.

Sheep milk.

-It's twice as nutritious.
-I'm not cool with it, Palomares.

-It's for everybody.
-No, Vilma. It's for your baby.

Alright? The rest of us are old enough.

Thank you. I'll go see it right now.

Piti agreed
to make an undercover ultrasound.

-Have you seen him?
-Yeah.

I think he's upstairs. Can anyone tell whose tits those are?

Estela's.

They're like distress beacons.

What about those lips?
Whose juicy lips are they?

Ainhoa's! You're not up to this.

-What about Vilma?
-Vilma?

What should I include? Her belly?
Her hips?

No, she wouldn't make the mark.

Piti!

Hello, Bubble!

Hello, Bubble!

-The fog doesn't send echo back.
-This one does.

It's like a wall.

Or like the wall was hidden behind it.

A granite wall.

Engine room, listen up.

Engine room, do you copy? Over.

-Yes, Captain.
-Stop the engines right now.

Engines stopping.

Why isn't the radar working?

Ulises!

Good morning, little princess.
Where are you going, so happy?

Maybe you can be Ainhoa's boyfriend.

Oh, really?

How can I? Gamboa is her boyfriend.

She'll leave him because she doesn't
like him and neither do I.

He knows all our secrets
and we don't know his.

He knew what presents I got
from the Three Wise Men, and more.

I didn't tell him.

He scares me.

You don't need to be afraid.

I'm on this ship to protect you.

Alright?

What about Ainhoa?

Yeah, Ainhoa too.

-Bye, little princess.
-Bye.

-Good morning.
-Hey.

Thank, but I already had breakfast.

You wake up half an hour before I do,
you have breakfast on your own...

It's not easy to be a romantic boyfriend
with you.

Well...

I've been meaning to talk to you about...

I'm not sure I would have moved in
with you just like that if we were ashore.

What do you want to know about me?

My birthday? My hobbies?

-My former lovers?
-It's not about data.

It's something else. It's...

It's knowing what moves you,
what makes you tick,

and knowing what hurts you. What would hurt me the most...

is losing you.

Besides, there's no better way to get
to know someone than living together.

Did you beat Ulises up?

Captain, I robbed my mates today.

This situation brings out the worst of me.

I can't bear being stranded,

knowing we will die.

I'm sick.

I'd rather end it as soon as possible.

I'm sorry. I don't want to live with a violent man.

You're right, we don't know each other,

because no one leaves me.

-Are you alright?
-I'm OK.

The fog devoured the ocean's black
and the sky's blue alike.

It happened so fast.

It was like a cloud coming down on Earth,

erasing the horizon

and any trace of land before our eyes.

Only the sound of vermin
and the buckets against the glass

let us know the city was still there.

But some didn't want to stay.

May I?

Hi there.

Hi.

Anytime. Everything's ready.

Alright.

Here we go.

Let's see.

Look. See how fast the heart's beating?

It's turning around now.

Here you can see it.

-See?
-Yeah.

What would you like it to be,
a boy or a girl?

-A girl.
-A girl.

I hope it's a girl.

I think it's a boy.

-Really?
-Look at this appendix.

See?

That could be the umbilical cord.

Are you sure you can see
the baby's sex so soon?

Not really.

I'm a priest, Vilma.

Piti should be here with you.

Not Piti, Palomares. Forget him.

But...

if things aren't OK with Piti...

I'm not a paramedic, but I'm a father.

And I'll be here...

as a substitute father on the bench
and for anything else.

Alright?

Julián, we can't keep going
if we don't fix the radar.

It's the worst thing
that could have happened.

Well, I can think of worse things.

For instance, proposing to your girlfriend

and the ring being thrown to your face,
how about that?

OK, he improvised a little,

but I think he meant the proposal.

I don't care. You can't propose
with a dead person's ring!

Julia, look. "Karen and Tom forever."

Do I need to tell you
how long that "forever" lasted?

It was a joyous atmosphere
and I grew angry.

I thought it was cute.

Now I feel like an idiot.

Fuck!

What am I supposed to do
with my girlfriend now? What?

So the ring comes out
of the fish's gut and you go:

"Here I go"?

It's almost like a random match, Julián!

What's the likelihood
of a fish swallowing a ring,

which then gets here and you open it?

And your boyfriend uses that ring
to propose you!

Can't you see it's magical?

Ricardo, I've been missing opportunities
for 20 years now.

As if finding a ring
inside a fish didn't mean a thing!

It's nonsense.

I don't mean to sit back
while life passes by.

No, it's not magical.

It would be if he spent a sleepless night
looking for the right time,

if he chose a ring, his voice quivered

and his eyes shone when he asked.
That would be magical!

But just blurt it out
as if nothing happened, that's not.

What if he found a cross? Would he ask me
to take the first communion?

"Magical," you say...

-What is it?
-The stabilizer was taken from the radar.

-What?
-They took the whole piece.

Gamboa!

Does this look familiar?

It's the notebook where Martínez wrote
his suicide note.

Why was it in your drawer?

You killed that boy!

I'd explain, but I'm in a bit of a rush.

-I'm off this ship.
-How? Where?

I'm off.

It's a suicide.

I'm done here,
so I'm taking one of the life rafts.

I'll survive longer than you guys
on this ship,

-considering your Captain.
-You're not going anywhere.

You're a fucking murderer
and you're not getting out of here!

Do you really mean to prevent me
from leaving?

Shoot! Shoot!

Let's go!

Go! Look for it.

Look for it.

IN THE LAST BLUE

There are sailors on the lookout
on bow, stern, port and starboard.

But you can't see a thing in this fog.

I can organize a tracking
if you want me to.

To track what, Julián?

Just to find a boy with a gunshot floating
in the ocean?

What for? To find the motherfucker
who stole the gun and shot.

There was blood on the deck.

So, aside from the injured,
we've got a murder at large.

A life raft was missing.

So, whoever it was,
leaving was in their plans.

This doesn't make any sense, Ricardo.
Where would they want to go?

There's nothing but this ship
in the world.

We counted everyone and he's gone.

Who is?

Ulises.

He's one of the castaways.

Ulises is gone.

-Ulises...
-And Gamboa's the other one.

You need to go give a hand
even though the clothes are dirty.

Squint your eyes,
there's a lot of fog out there.

You're thirsty. Come here.

Are you sad...

because Gamboa's missing,

or because Ulises is?

Because both are.

Both of them.

Mom used to say that,
when you think of something,

you need to close your eyes
really strongly

and think of the last time you saw it.

Then, it shows up.

Shall we do it?

Yeah.

You too, Bubble.

Me?

One...

Two... And three.

Friends?

Friends.

No!

You know what, Valeria?
It would really work

if you went upstairs, got changed,
and brushed your teeth.

If you do all that,
I might tell you a story later.

OK. Go!

Reality was beginning to change

without making any sense.

Everything was weird

and confusing.

It was as if the fog absorbed it all and things lost their meaning.

As if they were lost within its density.

As if people forgot who they were...

or why they were there...

and looked pointlessly for a reason
to carry on.

Vilma, look.

She has your knees.

I think she's better now.

Everyone knows a girl needs good knees

to be able to kneel
if she's to be in the top 10.

I don't give a fuck
about your perfect woman, Piti.

Do you know what I do care about?
Hearing you talk about me with contempt

and only thinking
about punching your face.

Is that an apology?

When I told you to be the father,
it was because I wanted a family,

because relatives love each other,

they take care of, love,
and say nice things to each other.

They make each other presents
at Christmas,

they make juice in the morning,

or a hot bath if it's cold.

But you and I are not like that.

Since I'm the mother, no matter what,

maybe you can't be the father.

Vilma...

Gamboa!

Gamboa! Ulises!

Ulises!

Gamboa!

One of them stole the gun
and shot the other one, Julián.

So think!

Ulises and Gamboa had a quarrel, right?

I don't know.

I don't.

I think they fought yesterday.

And you waited 24 hours to let me know!

Why did they fight?

Julia, it's likely one of those men
killed the other one.

Why did they fight?
Why did one of them steal a life raft?

-Why would Ulises want to leave?
-I don't know!

Julia! I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Julia, I'm sorry. Come here.

Ulises is everything I have, Captain.

He's my family.

-If he doesn't come back--
-We're all...

a bit of a family.

Listen.

Ulises is one of the strongest men
on this ship.

If someone else had got lost,
I'm not sure, but him?

I'm sure we'll find him.

Now we need to wait.

So you'd better go to your cabin
and get some rest.

Thank you.

-Ms. Wilson!
-What happened?

It happened suddenly.

Maybe she was sick.

-Can we take her to the infirmary?
-Yeah, sure.

Quick!

Throwing a beacon every two minutes

won't do a thing.

I know what it is to lose a man
in open sea.

It's like looking for a water drop
in the ocean.

It's impossible.

Don't talk to me
about impossible things, Julián.

It's also impossible to find a ring
inside a fish, but I did.

We'll find your son,

even if we go blind
out of looking into the fog.

Even if I need to swim wave after wave.

We'll find your son,
you can be sure about that.

I promise.

One more hour.

If there aren't any news by then,
I'll go look for him.

First mate here.

Turn on the range, sides and top lights,

as well as every light on the spars
and on deck.

Make it be a fucking lighthouse.

If we can't see them,

at least let them see us.

Ulises here.

Ulises here. Does anybody copy me?

Fuck!

Yeah? Does anybody copy?

Fuck! Water must have gotten into it!

Why is it taking so long?
They should have found us on the radar.

We're dead, kid.

And I even more so.

The navigation lights are on,
which means they're looking for us.

I'll take the bullet out. Turn around.

I'm not turning my back on you
after you shot me.

You're bleeding to death.

Do you know what that means? Sharks.

So, either you let me open the wound

or we're the main course, Gamboa.

Thank you.

Drinking alone
with nothing to celebrate is awful, huh?

Maybe I can keep it for you.

When you have something to celebrate,
you can tell me and we open it together.

Snitch, I hope you're happy
and it goes as planned.

You know something I don't.

-What?
-Why would they steal a gun?

Why would they shoot each other
and disappear on a life raft?

What happened yesterday?

-Why did they fight, Ainhoa?
-Who cares why they fought?

Who cares?

They're gone.

They're gone.

We need to do something
to bring them back.

Relax.

I'm sailing in zigzag.
It's the safest way. I won't get lost.

I've got 12 beacons, two walkie-talkies
and two compasses.

Salomé!

I guarantee I know how to return.

I know and I know you'll find him,

and you'll ask him
everything you don't know about him.

How he did at school, if he likes music,

his favorite color,
if he has any allergies,

if he's gay, or about his friends.

How can he be gay?
Don't you see he has a girlfriend?

-What if he's gay?
-Fuck...

If I'm going to be his stepmother,
I need to know.

-We're both educating the boy.
-"The boy," you say...

He'll beat me up and knock out my teeth.

Is that a "yes"?

-Will you marry me?
-It's an "I don't know". I wasn't too happy
about the dead person's ring.

Go inside and finish getting ready.

Take care of the fog. It smells terrible
and gives me the chills.

We'll talk about the other thing
when the time is right. Get in.

Silly.

What the fuck are you doing?

You take the port
and I'll take the starboard.

We need to sail in zigzag
so we don't get lost.

I've got spare walkie talkies and beacons.

No way, Ricardo.

You're not going anywhere.

It's fucking suicide.

Then we're committing suicide together.
If you're going, so am I.

Will you please hurry up?

There's nothing to disinfect the wound.

There's a hip flask inside my backpack.

No, I'll get it.

Those men are under my command.

Don't you see it's insane?
You may not come back.

What about you?

We can't leave this ship
without a captain.

Flight 6254 bound
for Buenos Aires airport is off course.

Fuel remainder enough
for 20 minutes of flight.

-Do you copy?
-We're sighting land.

There's land about 15 miles
to the northwest!

-Does anybody copy?
-There's an island!

We see an island!

They're playing it from the ship.

-It's about 3000 hectares.
-Surface of about 3000 hectares.

Initiating emergency landing.

Tail wind: 20 knots and 2000 feet.

Descending.

We're going to try to land!

Let's try and land, guys!

Did you hear that?

We need to get together to that island.
Can you hear me?

Ulises, I've got the last Coke on Earth...

and I know what we're celebrating.

We'll celebrate
you coming safe and sound and...

And that we still have a world to see
and many things to do together.

You and I together.

So you have to come back.
Promise me, please.

Julián.

I need you on the ship with me.

I'm just asking you
to wait for 20 minutes.

Twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes, Ricardo.

Not a minute more.

Can you hear me?

Ulises!

Watch out, kid.

Don't let the romantic speech affect you
and tear an artery.

Go.

It's almost out. Hang on.

There it is. I can see it.

Why do you do it?

You could let me bleed to death,
throw me into the sea,

and get rid of a problem.

I'm taking you back to the ship
so we try you, Gamboa.

And so you tell Ainhoa

why you spied on her for months
before you went on board.

Your bullet.

You've got to come back!

Come here, honey.

There, there.

Look at me.

We're finding them both.

I promise.

Dad, I'm sure he did it.

I'm sure Gamboa shot Ulises.

I know. I do!

Ainhoa! What is it?

Ainhoa, honey!

Ainhoa!

-Are you OK? What is it?
-What's wrong?

-Wake up, dear.
-Easy. Hang on.

What's wrong with her, Julia?

I don't know,

but let's take her to the infirmary.

-Quick! Come!
-Let's go.

-Watch your step.
-Take this off me, please.

Watch your step.

-Really!
-Vilma, please. -I don't know why...
-Vilma!

-What?
-You can hit me afterwards if you want to.

-But hang on a minute.
-It's the worst moment ever.

Come on. Easy. Trust me.

Here it is. Hang on.

Ta-da!

What's all this, Piti?

I know you don't like shared showers.

So here's your bathtub,

my Queen. The perfect bath.

The water is... 38 C.

Soap flakes... Sea salt for cleansing.

Candles, incense, and voilà.
You're in for some rest.

The sea sound is natural.

I want to take care of the baby.
You hear me?

I'm its surrogate father.

Since it's currently locked in here,

I can only take care of it
by taking care of you.

Mademoiselle, s'il vous plaît.

Enjoy, will you?

Piti.

The tub's too big. Did you kill Martínez?

If they can't find us or we get eaten
by a shark, at least answer that.

You're the cop. Any theories?

Yeah.

I think you forced him
to write that suicide note

and then you killed him for being a thief.

An eye for an eye.

Isn't that right, Gamboa?

Is it true you're in love
with my girlfriend?

A truth for a truth.

If we get eaten by a shark,
let's not go with doubts.

I am. It's true.

I did.

I killed him.

Let's see...

It has a pulmonary edema
and its respiratory tract is obstructed.

It died of lung poisoning.

Maybe it breathed vapors
from the engine room.

Ainhoa hasn't been in the engine room.

Plus, there aren't toxic vapors there.

It's ludicrous.

It's the fog.

It smells like a sacristy

and sulfur.

I thought it was unfair

we should all lack medicines
for a weak person's whim.

-Is that your justice?
-No.

It's survival's justice.

How long do you think you'll last
while being nice and kind?

People lose their minds
in extreme circumstances.

And decisions that you'll never be able
to make will need to be made.

But I can make them.

Why are you on the ship?

Why did you follow Ainhoa?

-Who are you?
-Hey, relax.

Why don't you ask Julia?

What does she have to do with all this?

Do you know anything about her, her life,
or who she is?

Anyway, just know the trip
will be very long.

I tampered with the radar before I left,

so they won't find us.

You're a son of a bitch!

What if it wasn't fog?

Put these on.

-I'll measure toxics in the atmosphere.
-Me too.

Bubble.

-Stay with Ainhoa.
-OK.

Ulises here. Does anybody copy?

Ulises here.

Does anybody copy?

It's unbelievable.

I'm in a tub with a naked girl

and I can't get it up. I can't believe it.

Maybe it's the mother hormones
that neutralize me.

I don't think so.

I think I don't like you.

And this is weird for me.
I've never been classy.

I don't like you either.

-Don't you?
-No.

You're like a brother to me.

OK, more like a pet.

But that's cool, right?

If we don't like each other,
we won't quarrel or argue.

We'll never want to divorce,
which is cool.

And the baby will always have
a united family.

-Don't you think?
-Yeah.

So as brother, pet, or anything...

-Can I take a piss here?
-I'd cut it off, Piti.

-Don't even think of it!
-The water's too cold.

It's too cold.

Vilma, stop!

Captain, there's carbon monoxide, fluorine
and methane in that fog.

The crust's cracks must be producing
emanations from the planet's core.

If we keep breathing this, we'll faint.

The toxics will find their way
to our blood...

and we'll die poisoned.

What about Ulises and Gamboa?

They must already be poisoned.

But maybe it's not too late
for the rest of the crew. I know we should leave, OK?

But I can't ask you to do it.

I can't!

Doctor, come.

Easy.

Ulises here.

Ulises here,
sending an SOS to the North Star.

Does anybody copy?

Can anybody hear me? Please!

What was that?

We need to leave.

Engine room. Start the engines.
Do you copy? Over.

This is your captain. Do you copy? Over.

What the hell is going on, Ricardo?

Everybody fainted.

Cover your respiratory tract
and go back to your cabins.

-Please, Julián!
-Engines engaged, Captain.

You asked for 20 minutes...

but you were taking the ship
behind my back!

I won't leave with my son out there.

Julián, Ainhoa fainted too.

We'll all faint
if we don't get out of here.

Tell them to stop the engines.

-I'll go on an auxiliary boat.
-Julián...

Even if you passed by him,

you wouldn't see him.

I'm sorry.

That's my problem.
Have the engines stopped.

Tell them to stop the engines, Ricardo.

-Let go!
-I'll do it.

I won't leave my son out there.

Julián...

Can anyone hear me?

...an SOS... the North Star.

Does anybody copy?

Does anybody copy?

Can you hear me, Captain?
Please. Can anybody hear me?

Does anybody copy?

Ulises sending an SOS to the North Star.

Does anybody copy?

Does anybody copy?

Ulises here,
sending an SOS to the North Star.

Does anybody copy?

Ulises here,
sending an SOS to the North Star.

Ulises here, sending an SOS
to the North Star. Does anybody copy?

They didn't realize what the fog was
until the very end...

Hello?

...when it had erased the names of things
and their memory.

Ulises here, sending an SOS
to the North Star. Does anybody copy?

Hello?

When there were only words hanging
in the air.

Ulises here, sending an SOS
to the North Star. Does anybody copy?

SOS to the North Star. Does anybody copy?

Slowly spinning.

Ulises here,
sending an SOS to the North Star.

Does anybody copy?

When it was too late.

Salomé.

Wake up, Salomé. Please.

Uncle Julián.

Dad, please, please, please!

Dad, please, please!

You need to close your eyes
really strongly

and think of the last time you saw it.

Anybody?

Ulises.

Ulises, is that you?

Snitch!

I never thought I'd be so glad
of listening to somebody.

Ulises, everybody fainted.

Dad, Julián, everybody.
I don't know what happened.

Easy, everything will be OK.

I'm with Gamboa on a life raft.

We can barely breathe here.

I can see you.

I can see the lights,
we're like two or three miles away.

Can you hear me, Ainhoa?

Ainhoa. Can you hear me?

Yes, I hear you.

Right, you need to make a compass.

There's a magnet hanging from the whistle
on the life vests.

You need to make a compass.
We were taught that in class. Remember?

Here it is.

Right, now you need to look for a needle
or something like it, and a cork.

A needle...

I'm sorry, kid.
I don't have my sewing box with me.

OK. I've got the cork and the needle.
Can you hear me?

Now you need to magnetize the needle
and stick it through the cork.

-Do you know how to do it?
-I do.

It's just that I like to hear your voice.

Hang on a second.

I'm feeling nauseous.

There's something in the air.

I don't know, I feel drowsy.

Hang in there.

Or you won't be able to brag
about saving my life later.

I got it. Just a second.

East, southwest...

Listen, we're southwest of you,
25 or 30 degrees.

-Right.
-Port side.

-What do I need to do?
-Start the ship.

Can you hear me?

OK. How?

There's a forward-backward lever
before you.

Check it's in neutral.

It's in neutral.

Push the green button
on your right hand side.

I just did.

Turn the rudder 25 or 30 degrees.

You need to keep course, Ainhoa.

You'll get to us, you hear me?

You got it, Ainhoa?

Ainhoa, can you hear me?

Ulises here. Ainhoa, can you hear me?

Ainhoa, answer me, please.

Ainhoa. Ulises here. Can you hear me?

Answer me, please. Answer.

Hello, Uli. Bubble here.

Ainhoa is OK.

But she fainted because
of the fog's toxic gases.

Should I go look for you?

That would be OK, Bubble.

That would be OK.

Julián.

Julián, you should let him breathe.

It's over.

It's over.

Here. Your ring.

I cleaned and polished it a bit.

I thought we could also use
that "forever" thing.

We won't find our luck
in a conger's mouth.

Well, if...

you proposed to marry me,

I will.

You're a real idiot, but I will.

I will marry you. I love you.

Where's Gamboa?

We found Ulises alone.

It's impossible.

Gamboa was there with me.

-Gamboa was there with me!
-He wasn't.

Not a drop of fuel.

From now on, it's sails alone.

This heat isn't normal, huh?

Hey! Hang on!

With this heat, we need three
to four liters of water a day.

We won't even make the night
with the reserves we have now.

One, two, three...

Why don't you ask
to be my sister's boyfriend?

Don't you think we should talk
about we're in love with the same man?

Careful.

Murderer!

You killed Gamboa.

We demand you try Ulises
for Gamboa's murder.

What the fuck are you doing, Ricardo?
My son's not a murderer.

Abandoning Ulises equates with death!

Fifty-two, 53...

Do you or don't you love Ulises?

-Ramiro!
-Do you or don't you?

-That's enough, Ramiro!
-Do you or don't you love him?