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PREVIOUSLY...

We need you to rescue us.

We have four hours left.

The Earth,

as we knew it, doesn't exist anymore.

The module's empty, Ricardo.

-The astronauts aren't there. -The door was forced from the outside.

-I left the hard drive here a minute ago. -Give it to me.

-Don't forget what team you're in. -It's a kind of transponder.

A long-distance signal transmitter.

The transponder isn't working. Do you know anything about it?

-I thought we were in the same team. -Yeah, but different place.

The consequences of you've done are way

above you, they're above me.

I won't have a girlfriend.

When did you become an asshole?

Why can't I remember I was loved?

-I think Bubble's beginning to remember. -Roberto!

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

-Nobody dumps me. -Now!

Next time, I'll kill him...

and your father...

and you're little sister, of course.

Does Gamboa have anything to do with all this?

Ainhoa...

-Are you sure you're in love with Julia? -Madly. When it comes to love,

-you don't choose. -The heart doesn't understand.

Seventy-five meters of length and four decks do go a long way.

-If I could move, I think I'd kiss you. -Will you marry me?

-Yes. -I hereby pronounce us husband and wife.

No, no!

-Do you love me? -I don't know.

I want to be with him.

Ulises...

I was wrong.

Gamboa's back and...

-I don't love you, Ulises. -I don't care what you say.

I know you still love me.

Stay away!

If you hadn't harpooned me,

I wouldn't have believed you didn't love me.

I'll do whatever you want.

-Are you sure? -Yes, I swear!

-Who are you, Julia? -Welcome to ECND, Ms. Wilson.

You only need to shoot.

I might insult you or be mean to you, or not look at you,

but the meaner I am, the more I'll love you.

Look.

Look.

Over there. Look!

Mom said that, when you want something, you need to say it.

The others can't guess at it.

But sometimes you don't dare say things

because you're embarrassed or out of fear somebody may get angry.

-Crap! -Crap!

She's gorgeous.

Even without vitamins or land,

she's the most beautiful woman on this planet.

Even though she's mean to me and I can't tell her:

"Hi. I like your hair. How did you sleep?"

I couldn't sleep at all.

I spent the whole night thinking of what I can't tell you and daydreaming.

It's the only way I can be with you.

If you wanted to come with me, I'd put to sea on a wooden raft.

Getting off this ship would be insane,

but it's also insane to be like this.

I love you,

and I don't mean to stop doing it no matter how much you harpoon me.

I'm in love with you, that's why I'd whisper in your ear

that I hate you.

Dad always says that grown-ups make things difficult.

That's because they sometimes say one thing when they actually mean another.

Mopping backwards to meet a guy is old school.

Come up with something else if you want me to kiss you.

I wouldn't be caught dead kissing you,

not in my worst nightmare.

I'm sure you had many. The bags under your eyes almost hit the floor.

At least it's the bags and not my balls.

You should move them more often instead of just hang around.

Maybe I'm not the only one to do that here.

I mean, your ass is getting huge.

Yeah...

I hate you.

You're the ugliest thing on this ship.

What?

How are you doing?

I've got so many stitches on my belly I look like rag doll.

I don't even know we'll ever find that lost land we're looking for.

Don't you think the sea...

smells different today?

Man, you're changed!

Now it turns out the sea smells differently.

What happened back there?

-Nothing. -Oh, yeah?

She said...

it was a magical moment.

Way to go!

So it's time to take the magic wand out for a spin.

Don't be coarse, Julián.

I'll go get the rigs hoisted.

We need to take advantage of this tailwind.

None of that, Ricardo.

Are or aren't you going to talk to Wilson?

-About what? -What do you mean?

About the magical moment.

After Ulises, she's ripe for the picking. I'm telling you!

That's where you get in.

You're a grown-up man who offers a steady relationship, something else.

-Give me the binoculars. -What is it?

Carlos, get ready. We're stopping.

"Queen America."

What is that doing there?

"Queen America." It must be a cruise ship.

They're all called "Queen Something".

I'm sure it was a shipwreck.

Corn...

Ham!

Sausages.

I can't believe this. It's a miracle!

We won the sea lottery, Ricardo!

And we won the first prize.

Look, Captain.

It must be more food

or fuel.

-Or toilet paper. -They're boxes, Captain.

Dozens of them.

-We finally have something to celebrate. -Bubble, let the crew know.

I want everyone ready for the maneuver.

-We'll get close to get them on board. -Aye, Captain.

You know what?

I think that, aside from the boxes,

Julia's into celebrating something else, huh?

I mean, the moment you two had and...

I'm telling you, Ricardo. The sea smells different for her too.

You should have dared and kissed her.

-Drop it. -It's true.

If you told Wilson to come, she would right away.

She'd come right away. What is it?

Hi there.

I'm with my father, Captain.

I like her a lot and I want the best for her.

I don't know what happened at the dance, but she's been smiling ever since.

-Oh, come on! -I wouldn't waste time if I were you.

Women like her don't stay alone for long.

You know what you have to do?

You'll invite her to dinner. A few candles... A romantic dinner.

As soon as you can, boom! You kiss her.

-It always works. -Always.

I'm a clean and tidy guy. This goes over here...

Here, let me help you. Since you whack your hands with doors...

Not that your fingers are too skillful...

-Palomares... -What?

Nothing.

Thank you.

They're here.

OK...

I mean it, I don't care what Piti has to show.

-I don't want to talk to him! -This is it, Vilma.

I don't want any surprises or presents.

-I don't want you to pester me. -Alright, then.

No pestering.

No presents and no surprises for you, but for the baby!

I can give it things.

OK.

Wow!

-It's so pretty. -Wow, it's so cute.

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

Even though I whack my head against your armor,

I don't give a damn. The baby will sleep really nicely.

-It looks a bit hard, right? -Estela, don't say that...

You can also put a pillow inside it.

It's so cute!

What's what?

Alright. "Top waxed."

I can't believe this. Wait, let me see.

What a collection! Whose are they?

They're Ulises's.

He was travelling light, but...

But these were a must.

Hence the arm he has.

I wouldn't get too comfy there. I mean, those sheets....

Captain!

The last boxes are being brought on board.

We found a total of 16.

-They're all from Queen America. -Very well.

I know it's a misfortune to find the remains of a shipwreck, but...

I can't help being happy. It's food!

Shall we have dinner, then?

Sure!

Of course, we need to celebrate. I'll even wear high heels.

Great. I'll see you at 8 p.m. in my cabin.

-OK. -We'll have dinner and...

we'll see.

OK.

Hey, tosser.

-What's up, kinky? -Did you bring your wrist cuff?

You look tired, huh?

-Man, you wake up late. -Did you have a good night?

You look relaxed.

So? Cool, huh?

Fine. Here you are.

I knew those arm muscles weren't natural.

What do you mean?

Ulises...

It's my fault.

What's this about?

A moment ago, I gave Vilma the cradle. She was looking for cushions,

she took one and she found this!

I was caught!

I had to tell her they were yours.

What can I do, Ulises?

Have you lost your mind, Piti? That's not cool.

If those magazines are yours, say it, it's nothing.

Nothing? Maybe it's nothing for you.

I've been fucking up ever since I met Vilma.

I play strip poker, I flirt with Estela and Julia...

Don't ask.

You heard me, what Vilma and I have isn't just holding hands.

It's true-blue, five-star love!

Everybody knows kinky magazines and love don't match, Ulises!

-I'll keep the magazines. -Yeah, here they are.

If you haven't taken them in three weeks' time, I'm keeping them.

Thank you, man.

What is that? What are those boxes?

Listen up, everyone.

OK...

Today's the first day since this voyage began

where everything that happens is cause for celebration.

We found 16 boxes floating and they're full of food!

And a jerry can of fuel. It's better than nothing!

So I want us all to celebrate it.

There will be a black-tie dinner tonight.

Wine, salads, croquettes, cured meats,

beef and, of course, Salomé's amazing potato tortilla.

Everything you want is on the house.

Make a list and I'll cook it.

There's the kitchen. What a surprise, Bubble!

I thought I'd never cook a tortilla again And you like them so much!

The boxes showed up in line...

-That's odd. -There's your "odd" again.

The sea should have scattered the boxes at random

in a much larger radius.

I don't know what you mean. I'm sorry, honey.

When did that ship wreck?

I don't know. I only know I'll cook and I'm happy.

-Hello, my queen. -Hi.

Honey.

-Will you do me a favor? -Anything.

-Will you clean the hake? -OK.

-Then put it in the freezer. -OK.

Two days without eating fish. I thought I'd grow scales.

-Hey. -What?

Make the menu extra nice.

Ricardo asked Wilson for dinner. Finally!

Tell Ricardo he has to be a match for the former boyfriend.

A match? What match?

Aren't the rest of us getting any just because Ulises is 20 years younger?

-I wasn't talking about the age. -What, then?

Endurance.

It seems he's used to having a good time often.

They found an arsenal of kinky magazines.

Fifty.

Where do you think he got that taste?

-Maybe it's the genes. -Stop it.

-Don't you beat the meat? -Of course I don't.

I don't beat the meat, or the poultry, or anything!

I'm over 40.

I'm not fooling around.

Do I look that kinky to you?

Alright, then.

Captain! There's people!

There was a thicker spot on the radar.

It's a raft with castaways.

Over here!

Help! Help!

Shit!

-Where are you going? -I can't believe it, man.

Where are you going with that? It's way too late.

-Paloma San Basilio! -Hush!

What?

It's my private collection. Salomé's angry because of you.

-Because of me? -Yeah.

-You're this ship's official wanker. -Oh, you too.

She asked whether it was genetic and I also beat the meat.

-I don't want her to think I'm a wreck. -Those are magazines from the 80s.

-It's even cute. -Fuck cute. You're keeping them for me.

-What? No! -Yes, you will.

Why? Everyone knows you've got a whole lot.

-No, I'm not... -Keep them in there.

About the magazines...

Listen, Dad.

Please, son.

Damn!

Approve at once. I don't want to wait.

What do you think they're like, Captain?

Maybe they're a family, as we are.

Otherwise, they must be very sad.

What if they have a pet? A dog...

-Do they know about particle accelerators? -Captain.

You need to stop the maneuver.

Those people's faces are filled with bumps and wounds.

They could be sick.

Well, we've got medicines.

We can't have them on board, not like this.

Lower everything! Stop the maneuver.

Listen up, everybody. Do not go on deck!

You were right!

-What is it? Why did we stop? -I don't know.

We can't get out.

What's going on? Let me through.

What's going on, Ricardo? Where did they come from?

-Why don't we go get them? -They're sick.

This is Ricardo Montero, Captain of North Star.

We're throwing a rope.

Tie it up to your boat, so the current doesn't drive you away from us.

-Over there. -OK.

Bubble, give them a walkie-talkie through the rope.

-I want to talk to them. -Aye.

Ulises.

I don't know if you're coming or going, but please wash your hand.

No, this is just some gel.

The tap isn't working, so...

OK...

When I said you spent the whole day hanging around...

I didn't know it was a hobby to you, I really didn't.

-I told you, this is gel, Ainhoa. -OK.

I just took some because... These aren't mine.

They belong to somebody else.

I just opened the damned tap and it wasn't working.

-I wasn't... -It doesn't matter.

It does matter, Ainhoa. I opened the tap a minute ago

and it wasn't working. It's not my fault.

-It's some soap. -I didn't say anything.

-Don't give explanations. -Enough of that joke already!

They found people out there.

We were traveling on liner Queen America.

We sailed from Valencia, but there was a huge storm.

We got lost, and then...

Then a cyclone...

A cyclone sank our ship.

It was a nightmare, Captain.

It was a nightmare. Only we remain. We've seen hundreds die.

It's been terrible. We don't have water or anything else left.

Thank you.

Thank you for helping us.

It was a miracle.

Right?

Thank you.

Captain.

Ask them about the wounds and bumps.

Listen...

We'll help you out,

but I need you to tell me if you may be sick.

Sick?

Captain...

We've got a sick person on board.

She's had a high fever for many days now.

At first, it was just headaches, but...

But...

now she won't answer, she only raves.

We haven't had any water in days.

Captain...

Listen to me.

If you don't get us on board...

If you don't get us on board, she'll die.

We'll talk to him, then.

There comes the Captain.

The reason why we haven't got the castaways on board...

is because at least one of them is sick.

That's why we're dragging them through the ocean

as if they were animals?

Why don't we get them on board and cure them at the infirmary?

We don't know what sickness it is, if we're ready to help them

or if it's something contagious that could endanger the whole crew.

Captain, are you saying you're willing to let them die 20 meters away from us?

Listen up!

They're sick.

They could have anthrax, chicken pox, meningococcemia, hemorrhagic fever...

Most of those diseases are fatal.

Those that aren't, we need only use the same toilet to get.

Considering the medicine we've got on board,

we couldn't take care of 50 chicken poxes.

We couldn't even take care of 50 simultaneous flues.

We would all die.

When I was back from drifting for a week,

-you didn't hesitate to bring me back. -Do you happen to be a doctor?

Captain!

What will you have us do?

Let's wait for 12 hours.

We'll give them antibiotics, along with food and water.

If the fever decreased by tomorrow morning, we'll bring them.

What if it doesn't?

If it doesn't decrease, will you abandon them on their raft?

-Captain, I demand you get them on board. -You can't demand anything.

I'm the Captain and I'm taking care of your survival.

They are survivors too, Captain, as much as we are.

Will you let them die without even thinking twice about eating their food?

Listen to me carefully.

I won't have dinner!

If any of you has a conscience, you'd do the same.

A liner is a very big ship.

It can have over 200 meters of length, 300 sailors

and up to 4000 passengers if it's a cruiser.

But only four castaways... That's odd.

"Odd", "odd", "odd". There you go again.

The paint cracks after a day in the water, but these boxes...

seem to have been painted recently.

-Bubble, acrylic paint won't crack. -It won't crack...

-It survives a thousand shipwrecks. -Stop it, Bubble.

Get that box down to the hold. It bothers me here.

It's odd.

-What about you? -Me? What?

Are you going dressed like that to the dinner with Ricardo?

Julián told me you guys had a date.

I'm not sure I'm going.

I don't know, I'm not in the mood for a date today.

Any excuse is a good excuse for not having to dress up, right?

-Have you seen what we're going through? -Of course I have.

But I think only hope can keep us afloat on this ship.

Right...

The Captain is really looking forward to having dinner with you.

And I think you are too.

You're going to have to have dinner anyway, right?

-Oh, I went too far down again. -Quit it, Dad.

You're shaking so much you'll end up having even more blank spaces.

-Will you please calm down? -How can I?

-It's just dinner, Dad! -I haven't done this in 20 years.

Disappointments aren't the same at 20 and at 40.

If it goes wrong...

Why would it go wrong?

If you want to be sure, just follow the three steps to a perfect date.

What threes steps?

First: don't kiss her when you get there. Give her a really big hug.

You'll eliminate the physical proximity barrier.

Second: offer her to sit down.

It's OK to have the initiative, but she needs to see you're a gentleman.

Third, and most importantly...

If she touches her hair,

or an ear,

or she smiles at you, well...

-Go for it! -What do you mean, "go for it"?

-Go for it. -The things you say...

It's my cabin, not a disco. There's a table in between.

Dad, Dad!

I'm just telling you to pay attention to the signals and act!

Dancing close together is very well.

So are the candles. But that's all very Middle Ages-like.

For an end... Dad...

For an end-of-the-world voyage

much stronger emotions are required.

And your beard looks really well.

You're very handsome.

-May I? -Come on in.

What is it, partner?

Getting ready for the big bite?

I have a last-minute present for you.

Come on, Julián. It's the first date.

First date? So what?

You must take a condom to all your dates!

Tell you what...

Right now, there must be about five like these in the whole world.

-Here. -I don't want it. Take it.

You keep it and get out of here. I'll look for a shirt.

You know? Ainhoa and half the ship think I'm a wanker.

So tell everybody these magazines are yours.

What's this, Ulises?

These are Interviú!

Where did you get them, the ship's National Library?

Not funny. Tell everybody on this ship these magazines are yours.

You promised, Ulises! Is it because of Ainhoa?

What? You're embarrassed with her now?

That's over, it isn't going anywhere.

What do you know?

You spend the whole day insulting each other.

You don't insult those you love, you take care of them.

Is that so?

I should think so.

You don't lie to people you love either.

You've been lying to Vilma since you guys met. Where's that going?

You're a guy who collects porn.

These magazines are yours, not mine.

Do you know why you can't tell the truth?

Because you're ashamed of yourself, Piti.

What is it, Piti?

What?

What's this?

Well, this is...

-Paloma San Basilio, right? -Yeah...

What's all this?

Take them to my cabin. They're confiscated.

Come on.

Piti...

Why don't you read a book?

What are you doing?

Nothing, I just...

pulled this cable by accident. I was trying to fix the printer.

That's not a printer, it's a transponder.

It transmits signals

to other ships in the world so they can find us, but there aren't any.

Wow, Bubble. I didn't know you knew that much.

What else do you know?

What else...

I also know paint cracks with water, mainly after being in it for one week.

But these boxes are flawless.

I also know castaways say they come from Valencia,

-but that's impossible. -How come?

Of all the larger ships there were, none of them was a liner.

There were nine trading ships, four shipping tall ships, six cutters,

seven container ships, and three ferries. None of them was a liner.

How come you remember all that?

Because I really like large ships

and I always takes pictures of them.

-Did you take pictures before we left? -I always do.

-Cool. I really like ships too. -You do?

-Do you have any pictures? -A great many.

-Why don't you show them to me? -Cool! Come.

Just follow the three steps to a perfect date.

Don't kiss her when you get there. Give her a really big hug.

Do come in.

Ouch, the broach!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry. -That's fine.

OK, there's no blood...

At least, the breast is unharmed.

Oh, Captain!

-It's so beautiful. -Thank you.

You're getting me used to galas and candle-light dinners.

-Offer her to sit down. -At least, we must try.

Just one dance night with you is way too little.

She needs to see you're a gentleman.

-Please. -Thank you.

For an end-of-the-world voyage, much stronger emotions are required.

-They're not mine. -Aren't they?

I just confiscated them from the boys.

I don't want them to be passed around. For Valeria, mainly.

Captain.

Paloma San Basilio. I don't think they belong to the boys.

Back in 1984, they had hardly been born.

I don't know what to say.

OK, they're mine.

From the time I was single. I put them there to throw them away.

On second thoughts, I'll throw them away right now.

-No, no! -Yes, please.

-They're rather heavy. -Not at all.

Doctor.

What are you doing here? I can't believe you were taking a peek.

I was passing by and I wanted to know how things were going. So?

-Did she get soft with you? -She got surprised.

Take these and give them to Salomé to wrap fish up.

-Or throw them overboard. -Ricardo...

Paloma San Basilio. There's no coming back from this.

Easy! There's enough for everybody!

This is delicious!

-Bon appétit. -Thank you.

Leave some meatballs for the rest of us.

-You can't say no to this. -This is awesome!

Nobody can enjoy dinner this way.

What? Aren't you hungry?

What are you doing? You give me a cradle but you don't wait for me to start eating?

What are you doing?

Nothing.

I was making the bed. And you? What are you doing here?

-Hiding magazines beneath the mattress? -I wasn't.

Yeah...

Piti.

I don't care about the magazines.

It's OK to play with yourself.

I do too.

Not with magazines, but...

We all know you've spent a long time isolated on a ship.

You don't need to feel guilty for relieving yourself.

I've also done it every now and then.

-What? Didn't you think women... -...paddle the pink canoe?

What did you call it?

Hang on, don't tell me.

All kinds of music. I like all kinds of music.

Life's not just about orchestras.

Dialing the rotary phone? No!

Who says a slide flute solo is wrong?

Fanning... Fanning the fur?

-All the instruments are good. -The downstairs DJ.

It can also be a lot more fun

than listening to a town orchestra with five musicians out of tune.

Vilma...

When I first met you, I thought you were weird.

But you're the most amazing girl on this ship.

And I'm the most idiotic one.

What is he doing? He's lost his mind!

-It's delicious. -Thank you.

If she touches her hair or an ear, go for it!

Julia...

Yeah?

Some more wine?

Sure.

Look, Julia...

This is not me.

I mean I'm not the special date kind.

I'm a rather clumsy guy.

But that dance...

was the best and most intimate thing I've been through in a long time.

I know that what I'm about to say...

maybe isn't right, but...

I'm in love with you, Julia.

No, don't say anything.

I know I'm not your type. I'm no fool.

But this feeling just showed up,

like those floating boxes.

So I thought I'd make the best of the dinner to say things as they are.

As I felt them.

Please, Captain!

Does this belong to the boys too?

Man...

Captain! Please come to the bridge.

-What is it? -There's an emergency.

This is an oil tanker from Vigo.

A year later, it sank in the Gulf of Mexico.

Look, this is a 350-meter-long liner.

Maybe it's as big as the ship the castaways come from.

-Don't you feel pity for them? -Of course I do.

I was a castaway too, you know?

When I had...

-the accident. -Can't you remember anything from before?

Once, I remembered I used to have a girlfriend.

Marimar.

But I didn't want to remember anything else,

because I'm OK like this, I'm happy.

I have friends

who love me.

You used to have friends too, Roberto.

Remember when this picture was taken?

You...

and me.

We were...

We were friends.

We were.

But one day...

you took something that was mine.

A red folder. Remember?

I don't remember.

The bubble is so big, it won't let me think.

-Bye, Roberto. -Bye.

They just talked to us.

Captain, do you copy?

Palomares.

Look at the raft, Captain.

What is he doing?

Palomares, I order you to be back on the Star at one.

I'm sorry, Captain, but I won't.

I'm a priest, not a sailor.

I won't be a part of a crew that leaves human beings behind.

If you leave them behind,

you'll leave me with them.

Look what was inside the shipwreck boxes.

It's cool, we were using the last ones we had.

Although, judging by your preferences... It comes as no surprise we ran out of it.

The sheets could use the long cycle.

Why don't you get lost and count toilet paper rolls somewhere else?

If I leave you alone, you might as well clog the drain.

We can't afford to have some guy break all our stuff.

You could really use a mouthwash with bleach.

What? Does being mean to me turn you on?

Look...

The only thing you do to me is make me sick.

So let's clear the air.

None of that.

What will you have me say?

That you play cool but you like partying? Or that I do porn

because you turn me on, but then do nothing about it?

Or you're a whore who lost interest when I dumped Julia?

Do you like that? Do you like me insulting you, Ainhoa?

Tell me why we need to be like this to each other.

I think this pact is shit. You know what I think?

I think you like having me hooked up, gaping like a fish.

I do.

You do.

I don't want to keep playing this shitty game.

You're not mean to those you love.

I'd rather not talk to you than insult you.

She's gorgeous.

Who's the Captain?

I am.

We're not sick, Captain.

I'm wearing this suit so you can see we mean well.

I want you to examine me and see for yourselves.

Of course we've got wounds

due to the shipwreck

and we also have sunburns, but the girl who was sick got better

thanks to your medicines.

We don't...

We don't have any symptoms.

Captain...

This...

This ship is our only hope.

Julia!

Back off.

-Not one more step. -For goodness' sake, Julia.

Where did you get that gun?

Put it down.

You're getting off this ship now and be back to your raft.

You'll need to shoot me to get me off this ship.

I won't let you leave my people behind.

-I told you to put it down! -No!

We're taking her to the infirmary and you'll examine her.

You said it yourself.

We don't know what they have.

Maybe it's nothing. And if they do,

we might cure them.

Everybody about!

-You heard him! -You too!

Get out!

Out!

Get out of here!

We're not sick.

Why are you doing this?

Why?

So... how did that go?

-What? -Did you use the last condom?

-I said I was in love with her. -Did you? So?

We're not exactly Latin lovers.

It's true, so many years on a ship

have made us clumsy when it comes to love.

I mean it, Ricardo. I'm not worth it.

What's wrong with you?

I can't satisfy her.

She undermines me.

She's into finger painting. Don't you get it?

What's the problem?

The problem is that I'd like her to get out of my bed

and hold on to the prow railings, with shivering legs.

Instead of it, she visits the bat cave!

Julián...

We're love goofs, man.

-Maybe we're out of practice. -I should think so.

We'll learn.

You'll see.

We'll learn.

We're also lovable people, right?

You'll see, we'll get over it.

I'm off to the library.

She's got a fever and she's dehydrated.

-The marks on her skin could be... -The crew's waiting for this.

Four people left on a raft, so "could" won't do.

-I need... -It could be any infectious disease.

-It's impossible... -Can you assure she's infected?

I'll know when I have the results.

How long will that take?

I don't know.

No less than four hours.

It's midday.

We're making a decision at four.

You may be the biggest son of a bitch on this ship, or the fairest one.

Ulises and the Captain may deserve a lesson or Julia divine punishment,

but leave Bubble alone.

I thought you understood you'd never be trouble again, Ramiro.

I won't.

I'm back with you.

But I won't let you harm Bubble.

He's not guilty of anything.

You're wrong.

Bubble is guiltier of everything that happened

than any of the people on this ship.

Are you alright?

-Yeah... -Piti.

Piti!

Piti!

-Take him to the infirmary! Come on! -Piti!

It's the castaways' disease!

Oh, God! There's a disease on the ship!

Don't touch him.

Help me, please!

To the right.

STEPS TO LOVE

"Sometimes,

a gentle massage on the back of the head

or a simple whisper on the ear

are much more sensual than intercourse itself."

Of course!

Hello. How's the new girl doing?

-What about this girl? -What?

How's she doing?

-How is she? -Julián, please.

-How's she? -Fine.

-Really? -Yeah.

-Aren't you tense? -No.

-Well. -Here. Let me.

-You know what? -What?

All that flute playing...

is very good.

But...

I think the Vienna Philharmonic...

will be playing tonight.

OK?

And I'll have you know

there will be encores, time and again.

Right?

Put the masks on. Give one to Vilma.

He's got a really high fever. Sit him down.

Get out of here now. It could be an infectious outbreak.

I saw how he touched that woman. When he held her, her suit was torn.

We may all be infected now!

It's an epidemic. We're all going to die!

Aren't you feeling well? Good.

Go to your cabin, throw your clothes overboard and stay there.

I'll get you some help, doctor.

Piti, come.

No!

Oh, fuck!

Not when we have a decent dinner!

Fuck!

Shut the door.

Did anybody see you?

No.

What's this about, Ainhoa?

That's the point, I can't tell you.

Ulises, please!

Julia, two students aren't feeling well.

Many others are throwing up.

They all have a high fever and feel nauseous.

-Are you OK? -Don't let them leave the locker room.

It's important we try to contain the outbreak.

Go to the locker room, quick!

You can't insult the girl you love and be happy, isn't that so?

Go to the locker room and stay there! Be careful!

To the locker room.

I love you!

Can you hear me? I love you!

Ramiro, take them to the locker room and make them stay there.

Easy.

-Let's go. -It hurts a lot.

I wish I could get on the mainmast and let everybody know,

tell everyone in the world until I was left speechless.

-But I can't. -Why?

What's going on?

-Is it Gamboa? -No!

-Is Gamboa threatening you? -No, Ulises.

Please! Those were... the conditions.

You wouldn't ask questions, we'd be patient, you'd give me time!

But it's just been two days and we can't stick to it.

I swear it's not easy. I do!

But that's what I'm asking of you.

I can't offer anything else. I swear I can't.

Listen to me.

I don't even know what we're trying to do.

But I can't...

hate you and insult you.

I just can't.

I want to tell you I love you every morning and every second.

And I won't stop until I make it.

Not until I die of not sleeping, not having you, of not understanding you,

will I love you the way you ask me to.

No questions asked.

Julián. Are you OK, honey?

Are you throwing up?

Julián, honey.

Open up, love.

I'll be there in just a second.

I'll be there as soon as I tune the violin.

Stop the nonsense and open the door! Julián, please!

Just a second.

What's this?

-What's this? Steps to love? -If I need to learn and study

so you don't have to finger paint, I'll do anything.

What are you talking about?

I can't take it anymore, Salomé.

I...

I don't feel so well.

I'm shivering.

I can't...

-But, honey... -I can't satisfy you.

We might as well call a sailor to get the work done.

Oh, honey...

"A sailor," you say. Whom are we calling?

Come here.

Look at me.

Look at me, honey.

My head starts to spin the moment you go through that door.

I'm breathless.

I don't want to be with anybody else.

I just want to be with you.

I only love you.

Again?

Julián, please! What is it?

Captain, I told them to stay in the locker room.

There's a line of students at the infirmary.

I can't do anything until I know what they have.

You need to activate the security protocol now!

Listen up, everybody.

We're going through an infectious outbreak.

In order to prevent contagion throughout the ship,

I want students who don't show symptoms to go to the club.

I repeat: every student who is OK must go upstairs.

Captain, what's going on?

The disease is spreading through the ship, Palomares.

It was a mistake to get that woman on board.

What disease? We're all fine here.

I've been on this boat for five hours and nobody shows any symptoms.

The girl who had a fever is talking and feels much better.

The healthy ones are at the club, Captain. They are 11.

In the end, it seems you were right.

They'll put an end to the North Star like a biblical plague.

What do you want?

I want to talk to her.

Julia, do you copy?

You're not talking to her.

Nobody's talking to her until we find out what is going on.

It's the Captain's orders.

You get the Captain between your legs and he eats off your hand, huh?

That's not your mission on this ship, Julia.

Yours wasn't falling in love with Ainhoa, but you did all the same.

Sometimes, when a very big wave comes, it's better to go with it.

If you fight or swim against it, you'll end up drowning.

Take care of these people before you lose control.

You know perfectly well it has nothing to do with the castaways.

Julia, do you copy?

Student wearing a red cap are healthy. You know what that means?

Julia.

I know what the crew has, Captain: salmonellosis.

It's food poisoning, due to the eggs they had for dinner.

The students wearing a cap didn't have dinner, so they're fine.

We have enough medicine on board to control the outbreak.

There's no reason why those people shouldn't get on board.

This is your Captain speaking.

You just have food poisoning.

Go down to the infirmary and Doctor Wilson will give you medicine.

And to Queen America's passengers,

welcome to the North Star.

Thank you, Captain.

We owe our lives to you.

Thank you.

-I'm Víctor. -Tom.

-Dulce. -Leonor.

Welcome to the North Star.

The day we sank, incredible things began to happen.

Something's nesting on the ship.

But we don't know what it is.

During dinner, the Captain said he loved me.

I think I love him, Salomé.

Don't tell me that now you were making progress with Julia,

you're beginning to like the new one.

Remember what we'd do when we got the first sprout?

Now we'll have to begin doing what normal couples do.

Give me a good penance, because I'm sinning on all sides.

Ricardo!

If you're looking for a fight, Ulises, go on, you might just find one.

A mosquito plague is invading the North Star.

-Their bite could be deadly. -It really hurts, Julia.

Something's not right.

They're here.

Who were you talking to?

She's dead.

Forgive me.

I've got a message for you. It's from your wife.

Subtitle translation by Ignacio Benítez