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BETWEEN YOUR LEGS

Dad's here!

Dad!

- How's my favourite girl? - About to go to bed.

- Did you bring me a present? - Of course.

It's lovely, Dad!

Look, Luisa! He's going to sleep with me!

Your bed's like a zoo as it is.

- We were expecting you tomorrow. - The meeting was cancelled.

- Did my wife call? - Yes.

She'll be back late. C'mon, missy, bedtime.

Give me a kiss.

See you tomorrow, Dad!

I'm sorry, I'll gather up my things now.

There's no rush.

Have you eaten?

I hate airplane food.

I'm going to fix something. I could make enough for two.

If you don't mind.

I took a bath with the child.

That's all right.

I hadn't planned on sleeping over.

This must be yours.

Thanks. How do you like your meat?

Well done or rare?

Very rare.

Don't hurt her!

Don't hurt her! Stop it! Stop!

At times, life offers very cruel solutions to make one aware...

of one's reality.

They gave me 14 stitches and I left home forever.

My wife called all my patients, one by one...

and managed to get more than half to stop visiting me.

The child hasn't spoken to me since then.

It's difficult to find one person in this world...

who doesn't have sexual problems.

But most people don't suffer pain or anxiety because of them.

Nor are they troubled 24 hours a day like we are.

If we're here, it's because we've tried to change our behavior...

and couldn't.

And after many doubts and endless attempts...

we're scared by the amount of energy we devote to our addiction.

By how we steal time from work...

from our family...

from our social life.

"Sex Addicts Anonymous" doesn't guarantee results.

I'm saying that because I don't want anyone expecting miracles.

We aren't a religious association.

We don't accept money.

We aren't connected to any sect or any scientific, medical...

or cultural institution. We are just a group...

of citizens gathered together for one end.

To regain control of our sexuality.

That's why it's important that each of us accepts he's ill...

and needs help.

They are, of course, absolutely confidential, so don't worry.

And the advantage we sex addicts have...

is you can't see it in our faces.

I must warn you that we don't admit thrill seekers...

or exhibitionists.

All we're interested in is getting back to our old selves.

Nothing else.

Well, take all the time you need to fill in the forms.

I'm sorry, I have to leave.

Do you think "true love" will help you to be free of "lust"...

give up masturbation or stop being so promiscuous?

Do you have a destructive...

or sexual need...

This hasn't happened since I was a kid.

Lately, my socks keep falling down.

Do you turn to sex...

A. To escape from reality.

B. To ease your anxiety.

C. Or simply because you can't help it.

It all began eight months ago, on July 14.

Hurry up, my plane leaves at 12.30.

Don't worry, you won't miss it.

The airport will respect the 10 minutes silence too.

Can't you see everyone's future is at stake?

Don't think I'm not sorry for that boy.

In America, they sort this out in no time.

The gas chamber or an injection.

After 48 hours of unbearable anguish...

ETA has assassinated a 29 year old man.

He was the latest victim of terrorism.

Right now, the country is preparing...

to keep ten minutes of silence in his memory...

with the intention to no longer tolerating odious acts like this.

There is a unanimous cry in all our minds.

Stop it!

Madrid is paralysed.

Big cities like Barcelona, Valencia, Bilbao and Seville...

join the grief of a bereaved family...

while asking why.

You go crazy stuck in here all day.

I work sixteen hours a day.

So if a woman attracts you, what do you do?

Did you ask to be born with a dick between your legs?

Neither did I.

I'm not saying it happens every week...

but once in a while a pretty girl stops you, and gets in.

She's using a perfume that drives you crazy.

A few glances in the mirror.

You turn off the radio, she starts talking, she rubs her stockings.

If now you forgot to buy condoms, you're fucked for good.

Of course I didn't tell my wife... but it was a miracle.

Can you imagine, with two kids?

Know what I mean?

My Juani threw me out and she was right.

But I love her.

CHARACTER: TAXI DRIVER... - That's why I pray a lot.

I want God to know I'm a good man who had a weak moment.

Look, you'll make it.

Your flight left 5 minutes ago.

I could get you on a flight for Prague in two hours.

You could rent a car there and drive to Munich.

If that's the only solution...

OK.

I hate these things.

Great timing. The battery's dead.

Use this.

I've never missed a plane. Have you?

My husband's picking me up. We can give you a lift.

Thanks, but I think I'll take a walk around Prague.

You say Prague and your eyes light up.

Yes, it's a city I love...

especially at night.

There's a little hotel, near the bridge.

The Three Ostriches.

I'm going there.

It's awful with that boy.

What boy?

The one they killed.

I know nothing.

I don't watch television or read the newspapers.

It horrifies me.

I'm odd, I know.

My name's Javier.

The name in my I.D. is Azucena.

But my real name is Almudena.

It's a complicated story. Want to hear it?

Yes.

Our mother gave birth to triplets...

but after two days, I was different from the others.

We were like day and night.

They looked like dolls, I more like a chimpanzee.

We grew up and our difference with us.

I was much taller and my feet were enormous.

We were only ten when my mother, a translator...

fell in love with a German woman...

and abandoned us.

Dad, helpless in that situation...

gave us away to the families of his closest friends.

Margarita went to Cordoba.

Violeta was educated in Madrid.

And I went to the Fabras in Andorra.

Narcis Fabra's official job was estate management...

but his real source of income was smuggling.

- And if it was a lie? - What?

- What I'm telling you. - I don't understand.

There are women who'd invent anything to seem interesting.

- And men too, I suppose. - I don't know...

anything about men.

I decided long ago not to waste time finding out about them.

It doesn't matter if it's a lie. Carry on.

He's got an erection.

What?

The waiter.

Because of the blonde.

Every time he serves her... she rubs her knee against him.

I feel ridiculous telling you my life.

But you can't leave me hanging on.

When Franco died...

the rich people here wanted to get their money out.

Fabra earned a lot...

helping them transfer it to Switzerland... via Andorra.

To prevent the police from infiltrating the network, he hired a detective.

I was 16 years old.

And I fell in love with him.

But at first, he avoided me.

He was scared by my young age.

I needed a bait to attract him.

I showed him recent photos of my sisters...

and told him my suspicions.

I told him I was convinced...

I was someone else and the life...

I was living... wasn't really mine.

I must go to the bathroom.

To inject myself.

Don't be scared. I'm a diabetic.

And don't worry.

I don't want you to miss the end of my story.

What's your mobile number?

909...

006046.

But your battery's dead.

People used to use "Have you got a light?"

Now it's "My battery's dead".

The thing is, he was as eager to fuck me...

as I was to be fucked...

and he started investigating.

He went to Barcelona and called me to say...

he had to see me 'cause he'd made an important discovery.

I used a school trip as my excuse for going away.

I changed my clothes in the taxi I took to meet him.

I put on high heels, a short skirt...

and stockings.

I wet my panties a few times out of sheer excitement.

We met in a cemetery.

My skirt slipped between my legs. It tickled me.

I felt as if I were walking naked among the dead.

He showed me a grave.

What I saw chilled my blood.

It was a girl identical to my sisters.

Under the photo, her name: Almudena.

And her date of birth, was also mine.

He said that same day, triplets... and twins were born.

Some nurse got confused... and mixed us up.

- Still there? - Yes.

Wait a minute. I have to inject myself.

Azucena... Eccentric... Diabetic.

Prick-tease...

That's it.

Something's missing.

I could only tell you that...

if you shared something intimate with me too.

A story about me?

Yes.

Something that you've never told anyone.

All right.

But on the phone...

I'm not moving from here.

All right.

It might be a good idea if you went to the bathroom too.

You've never done this before, have you?

Done what?

Opened Pandora's box.

I'd just arrived in Madrid, I was 25...

and had two scripts which no producer was interested in.

I had lodgings I could barely afford.

From my room I could hear over a hundred couples...

fucking next door.

One day the girl from the next room came in.

A very young hooker who'd become my friend.

She knew I was broke and made a business proposal.

She expected a kinky client...

who'd been promised an orgy...

but her partner had let her down.

Anyway...

I just had to strip off...

dance with them...

and, when I was told to...

urinate on him.

In return, they'd pay three weeks rent for me.

I followed her advice...

and drank two litres of water just to be sure.

We undressed.

The client put his arms around both of us.

Judith kept dancing...

and pulled my shorts down to my knees.

Then she got astride him.

I lay down on the bed. My bladder was about to burst.

"Have you ever been arrested for a sexual offence?"

"Once."

- Keep it. - Thank you.

Never.

You just took a very important step.

For the first time you've answered something...

that's been torturing you for a long time.

But you also have to acknowledge your problem aloud.

I want you, one by one, to repeat:

I'm sick.

I'm a sex addict.

I need help.

Any volunteers?

I'm sick, I'm a sex addict and I need help.

I'm sick, I'm a sex addict and I need help.

Where can I get information?

- About what? - The accident.

- What accident? - My fiancee was on that plane!

What plane?

Where are you going?

You and I can't talk.

- Why not? - Because we're dead.

Our plane crashed.

There were no survivors.

Did you call your wife to say you missed the plane?

You son of a bitch!

How could you do this to me, you son of a bitch?

- Selfish bastard! - Lola...

Please, forgive me. I knew nothing about it.

I was asleep until a minute ago.

I swear it.

I'm sick. I'm a sex addict. I need help.

I need help. I'm sick.

I'm a sex addict.

I'm sick, I'm a sex addict and I need help.

Well!

Hello...

- I was here with... - I'll go to the bar.

May I join you?

- If you're meeting... - No!

- Well, then? - I want to eat.

We could eat together.

I'm in a hurry. I start work on the radio in an hour.

Talk show host?

No, I answer the telephone.

The telephone.

One of those programs where bored people phone in.

Yeah.

- I don't want to be rude but... - I know what you mean, it's just...

sooner or later we need to get acquainted. Unless...

You've thought too of not going back tomorrow?

Well, if you want, we can have dinner together.

On one condition.

We won't talk about sex.

If we order two cheeseburgers, we get extra French fries.

Have you tasted ostrich meat?

Yes, but it makes me a bit sad.

Why's that?

It reminds me of the ostriches in Disney's "Fantasia".

I hate that film.

So do I.

When you eat duck, do you think of Donald Duck?

It's only natural that we're embarrassed.

When two people meet, it normally takes a long time,

until one discovers that the other has an unspeakable secret.

We started at the end.

I do it over the phone.

I do it in the mornings.

I deserve it.

I always talk too much.

When you were in the therapy...

and you said that about "I'm sick", did you mean it?

Half-way. And you?

Hello.

Don't you remember me?

No.

The guy with the cocker.

No, I'm sorry.

In Berlin Park.

You must remember.

I don't know what you mean.

I waited for you the next day...

and the next, and the next.

She doesn't know you. Can you take our order?

- We're in a hurry. - Yes.

- What'll you have? - Well...

The salad with strawberries... and celery.

Salad for me too, and water.

Do you remember this?

You couldn't forget this!

Let go! Leave me alone!

I've got a really cute dog. Domingo.

But he's more an actor than a dog.

I walk him every morning at ten o'clock.

It's crazy how many men walk their dogs at that time.

All with one thing in common.

We just do it, but don't care about the dog, the time or the place.

There's a Chinese man who sells sandwiches in front of my job.

Thanks a lot.

- You want ham? - I'll have ham.

- What do you do? - I'm a scriptwriter.

- Are you serious? - I seriously try.

- For films? - Yes.

I go to many. Maybe I've seen one of yours.

- They're very funny. - Thank you.

- But it's odd. - Why? - You seem so serious.

We're running late. We're on the air in two minutes.

Javier, these are my colleagues. They're all crazy.

Hello. I've brought something to warm you up.

Where did you find him?

Is he free if you send in 50 coffee jar labels?

69.

Hello.

Yes, good evening.

Grand fuck in 90 seconds, guys!

You're disgusting!

- Horacio, I've got a good one. - Can we start with him? - Maybe.

He's a guy his wife cheats with his dad.

- Her father? - No, with her father-in-law.

Five seconds...

four, three...

Signature tune.

You aren't asleep.

Maybe you can't.

Maybe you don't want to.

It is raining. You don't want to go out so you won't get wet,

then undress in front of the telephone and call us.

Just imagine what would happen to us if words wouldn't exist?

- How long have you known her? - Just a minute.

You won't report it?

Since when has he made you do it?

Wait a minute. "SEXUAL ABUSE"

Hold on, Maribel. I'll put you through.

No, we don't do horoscopes.

Yes, I'll tell him.

Have you got the results?

"LEUKAEMIA"

Have you seen another doctor?

Just a moment, please.

You're 16? And when did you discover...

That you like men?

Just a minute.

"TORMENTED GAY"

No, ma'am. Take my word.

Swallowing sperm is dangerous.

Of course...

Yes, good evening.

From Bilbao?

But...

your wife?

- Coffee for everyone? - Litres of it.

It's the only way to endure these talkers.

Can I have your autograph?

It's you, isn't it?

Come on, don't be shy.

I never judge people, and I never forget a voice.

I hear a voice and I've got it for good.

No doubt an interview on the radio.

I heard you on the tapes.

What tapes?

I've heard all of them.

Or maybe not. There are so many and they're so hard to get..

You must have made a fortune on that nonsense.

Know how much they asked for the last one?

A hundred bucks, man.

They get me so fucking horny.

I don't get it.

All right, I get the message.

My motto is live and let live.

But give me a signature.

MOBILE SEX

Hey, who had the great idea with the crashed plane?

Your stories drive me crazy.

But I need to see you, I'm dying to eat your pussy.

- There was a waiting list. - What?

There were only two free seats left. Ours.

Two people took them, and died instead of us.

They were called Azucena and Javier, like us.

Let's do it now.

- I'm in a meeting. - I can't wait, bastard!

I can wait for an order from the store, or for my mother.

Get ready, slut.

My wife's left me.

- That's a good start. - Bitch!

- You're on the right track. - You ruined my life!

The program's ending. Can I have the tape back?

Where did you get this?

You know The Cock?

Pancho?

No, he isn't here yet. He usually comes in at 13:00.

Is there any message?

Is anything wrong?

No. No, there isn't.

You're here, but you're not.

Well...

I'll get that taxi.

Taxi!

Are you free?

- Where are you going? - To Legazpi.

Get in.

- I'll take you home. - No, I'd rather...

Really, I will. My car's in the parking lot.

I don't want us to get involved with each other.

Neither do I.

What's up, ma'am?

I don't like the taxi driver. Please, come with me.

Got a cigarette?

Would you please hug me?

I'm very lonely.

I'm so lonely.

I've never been as lonely as I am now.

Forgive me.

Don't worry.

First it was my turn.

Now it's yours.

We were behaving like two psychopaths.

Want to tell me about it?

- Do you want to hear it? - Yes.

All of it?

As much as you can tell from here to my front door.

There must be dozens of tapes circulating.

Hundreds.

All my fantasies available for everyone.

And I have a horrible feeling. Like I'd been raped.

You wouldn't be so grounded.

You're right.

My problem is I hate reality. I need stories.

- That's why I hooked up with her. - She must have good ones.

Very.

I like your haircut.

- Are you sure it's this floor? - Yes.

Tell me one.

One what?

A story.

Of hers?

No, yours.

I'd better not.

As you wish.

We'd get excited.

We'd what?

We'd get excited, you said?

- You've been thinking that I... - Me?

All I said...

The last time I got excited is so long ago I can't remember.

The men I pick up on the street don't excite me in the least.

No need to explain.

- Where's your car? - It must be here. A Volvo.

I don't know any brands!

Tell me if it's black, white, or whatever!

A family car, big and green.

I need an aspirin. I have to go home.

All right.

I'll tell you a story.

Where are you going?

You need the keys to get into the house!

I'm sorry, but I've no idea where the car is.

Speak to me.

- Speak to me. - You speak to me.

- Are your eyes closed? - No.

A condom or I don't do anything.

I can do lots of things without.

- You want to go slower? - I can't talk, I get distracted.

No, it's much more exciting to say what you're thinking.

Talk to me.

Talk to me.

- The antibiotic! - What?

I have to give them to my daughter.

What do you mean?

Like it or not, we're both sick.

I should have taken that taxi.

Felix!

Why aren't you in bed? It's after four o'clock.

What's wrong?

You fell asleep with your lenses in.

Shit!

That's very dangerous. You can get a detached retina.

I'll give the child her medicine.

I've got ten days vacation.

I didn't know that.

I'll take the child skiing. If she gets better, of course.

- Her temperature's down. - Then we'll go on Sunday.

Why didn't you tell me?

- I did. - I didn't hear you.

It doesn't matter. We never have the same plans.

- Where's the antibiotic? - They're really stuck.

- Where's Domingo? - Sleeping, I suppose.

He always comes to greet me. He smells me from the door.

Domingo...

Here, boy!

Domingo!

- Will you give me some drops? - What?

- What? - What did you do to him?

- Nothing. - He's dead, in the kitchen.

Don't talk shit!

He's still breathing.

Get the vet's card. It's stuck on the fridge door.

On the fridge door! Did you hear?

Yes.

- Good evening, Mr. Orilla. - Hello. Has Pancho arrived?

Yes. He may be in the bathroom.

Thank you.

Javier! I'm surprised to see you.

The last time, you said you'd never come back.

Well, the triumphant couple of the moment!

- When's the next big hit? - We're getting inspired.

If you need another partner, you know my number.

You're first on the list.

If he could stab us in the back, he would.

- Are you with anyone? - No.

Are you?

We have to talk, but not here.

Are you with Lola?

Yes.

You're going out with my wife, right?

This is a delicate subject. It would be better...

Come here.

How long's it been?

Look, I'll tell her to go home.

To whose home?

- Does that matter? - Of course it does, everything matters!

Or maybe not! A meteorite might kill us all tomorrow!

I'll get her a taxi and we'll go to the office. Have you the keys?

You fucking creep!

Javier, be careful, I'll hurt you!

You'll be sorry!

God, how disgusting!

Fucking hell!

Look at my shirt! My tie, my fucking shoes!

- I have to write this scene! - Yeah, sure.

Get a pencil and paper.

I'd rather you broke my nose.

It's occupied.

"Let's not go out before I've talked with Javier."

She said that a thousand times.

I wanted to tell you. I told Lola.

I said I felt lousy every time I saw you.

For God's sake, our offices are next to each other.

It was an accident.

We just met in a shop, had a coffee and started talking about you.

We were worried about you.

Admit that in recent months you behaved... a bit odd.

Look.

Both from Loewe. A fortune.

Lend me your shirt.

I'm alone, Claudio.

I live in a hotel with two suitcases and a computer.

Claudio?

Yes.

Anything wrong?

No, I'm coming. I stained my shirt.

How did you do?

It's nothing. Javier had a stomach problem.

Lola!

Let go of me!

Lola!

I hate scenes, Javier. Please, leave me alone.

I just need to know why.

Why?

Shouldn't you rather answer that question?

I heard the tapes.

They're disgusting.

I'm sorry.

I'm even sorrier that I can't help you...

I'm your wife but I don't know who you are.

Shit! Ernest Hemingway in person!

I hear you're looking for me.

Yes, we have to talk about some tapes...

Yes?

- Azucena? - Azucena.

It's for you.

Who is it?

Guess who.

Hello.

Hello.

That's why I never wanted animals. Too much trouble.

Do you mind?

We're in the bar across the street. Give me a kiss.

- Get some cigarettes. - All right.

I hope it's not serious.

Good evening.

You have to do me this favor.

I really can't, Jareño.

The boss gave me one day's leave and I need at least three.

I promised my daughter I'd take her skiing.

Besides, I doubt going after her will help you.

It just shows how weak you are.

Her lover died in the crash and Carola had a leg amputated.

If I don't go, I'll lose her forever.

I'll shoot myself.

What if she tells you to leave?

She needs me now.

Therefore she went off with someone else.

She's alone.

Did she ask for help?

She can't manage on her own. I have to get her out of there.

There are good women around...

women who'd make you happy.

I found the woman who makes me happy.

She's in Melilla, waiting for me.

- What do I owe? - For Saturday!

Lottery ticket? I'll bring you luck.

It ends in 21.

The day we got married.

You see?

- I don't see anything. - It's a sign.

They send us signs all the time, but we don't see them.

Who sends us signs?

- I'll have one. - Now I have to buy one.

Two.

I'll do it on one condition.

Take mine too.

From that day, I spent more time with whores than with my family.

And obviously, my money was soon gone.

I had to sell the business for nothing.

A business that had withstood every crisis.

- Slept well? - I didn't sleep.

Neither did I.

Did you find the car?

Yes.

My children are ashamed of me.

I live alone in a boarding house.

I work at what I can...

bits and pieces, running errands.

And when I get some money...

I go back to the club.

They always welcome me with open arms.

I don't know why, but I was aroused.

Not because I suddenly realised I liked men.

But that it happened with my girlfriend's brother.

That we were in his room and the whole family...

was in the house and could have caught us.

To be fair, I must say that he didn't seduce me.

He was willing, but I fucked him.

In eight minutes, my brilliant future was blown apart.

No more wedding but no regrets either.

I had discovered a new pleasure.

I became what I jokingly called a sexual terrorist.

The first time... was in the local butcher shop.

I had forgotten the minced meat for the dog.

The butcher married the next day and was about to close.

He asked my advice.

He had chosen his suit but hesitated about two ties.

One very plain, the other horrible.

I chose the first one.

He asked me to help him with the knot on the tie.

I saw the danger, but I wasn't scared.

In fact, I concentrated.

By the time I was going to make the second knot...

he began to caress my ass under my skirt.

I reacted with pulling harder than necessary...

for he had a very powerful neck.

And also I realized... that he liked that pressure.

Everything smelled meat.

The shop, the suit... Him.

He fucked me three times...

in succession, and without getting from me...

a no or a yes...

or even a moan.

Nothing he could take with him to Cancun on his honeymoon.

I've never seen a man so sad...

and so repentant.

I liked seeing him like that.

So much so, that I keep looking for that in every man I meet.

At first, it gave me pleasure.

But not anymore.

Suddenly it stopped.

The problem is I don't know if I can change.

Every morning I say...

that I won't go to the park to walk the dog.

But already while I say it, I put the leash around his neck.

I can't help it.

Didn't I give it to you?

No, if you had given it to me,

I'd have put it in my glasses case, like always.

- Go on, open the car. - Why?

Maybe you left the ticket inside.

Look under the mat.

Remember when you thought you'd lost your Visa card.

Here it is.

Listen.

What?

Come here.

There's something inside.

- Where? - In that car!

It's probably a rat, or a cat.

What if it's a bomb?

Begoña, please stop the drama and get in the car.

I can't hear anything.

Well, we heard something. Go on, tell him.

Yes, we heard it too.

How long has that car been there?

I've been working here for a year and it was always there.

Why not call the bomb disposal unit?

Look, ma'am. If we call them and there's nothing...

we all look ridiculous.

There may be something there or not...

but no one will make me feel ridiculous...

for being a responsible citizen.

I don't care what they think.

But for 170,000 pesetas a month I'm not risking my life.

- Where are you going? - Keep away!

- It might be dangerous! - Manuel, where are you going?

Where I fucking want to! I'm hungry, I want to eat.

I hate car parks!

I swear, tomorrow I'm selling the car.

Manuel!

There's a man in here. His head's covered in blood.

He looks dead.

I'm working. What do you want?

They're still bitching at you.

I said I don't want to see you again and...

We're going on a trip, Juani.

- You're crazy. - No!

We're going to Paris. You, me and the kids. To Eurodisney.

Here's the money for the tickets.

Where did you get this from?

Doesn't matter.

Why doesn't it matter?

I'm going to die.

But my kids will have an unforgettable memory of me.

- Did you steal it? - I can't steal.

Look, I'm very busy...

It's going fast now...

Very fast.

The living room can wait.

Have you seen your nails?

A body.

We found him naked in a car trunk, his head shattered.

A dept settlement, probably.

Has the body been identified?

Not yet. Go to the morgue and start the investigation.

Very well.

- Who are you taking? - Anastasio and Rojas.

Anastasio?

He drives well.

Felix.

When you hear from that idiot Jareño, let me know.

I hope he gets sorted out.

Good evening.

Don't be in such a hurry.

To be honest, I feel embarrassed with you.

- So do I, but I think... - We can only meet in the group.

- It's a pity. - Why's that?

We have all odds for an honest relationship.

What kind of relationship?

Let's eliminate possibilities: Not lovers...

No, I don't want a lover.

- Friends? - With our past?

- That would be hard. - We'll be confidants.

All right.

But let it be clear that we aren't soulmates.

No, how awful!

My first impression is that he was slayed with a sharp object.

Both blows affected the corresponding lobes as well as the cerebellum.

This produced an immediate loss of balance, muscular coordination...

vision and perception.

In short, he seemed dead but he was not.

I'd say the poor man was alive for ten to twelve hours in the trunk of that car,

before he died.

Maybe tomorrow we'll hit the jackpot with the prints.

I vote crime of passion.

He looked more like a dealer.

No one takes such trouble to hide a dealer's body.

From one day to the next for no apparent reason, we stopped having...

How about a last one?

A friend opened a sauna. I haven't been yet,

but if you feel like trying it. Look, it's on that corner.

- Not coming, boss? - No, I'll go pick up my wife.

You're a good husband.

- And she's a good wife. - See you tomorrow.

Sleep well.

Have fun.

Well, well. You're full of surprises.

If he tells you guys suck better, don't believe him.

I'm worried about Miranda.

She urgently needs someone to fill her life.

Javier...

I'm going straight home.

My husband's working and I don't like the child being alone.

You never said what he did.

No, I never did.

- Do you have to go home now? - Yes.

- I'm sorry. - It isn't your fault.

What happens to you is my fault.

Don't be smarmy.

But I am.

At least wait until I turn my back before you laugh at me.

I won't let you say the first thing that comes into your head.

What if we're each other's solution?

You can't forget last night.

Can you?

Want to come to my place and tell a story?

My girlfriends and I can't sleep because no one tells us a story.

How old are you?

My favourite is Pinocchio. I like it when his nose grows.

How old are you?

I'm eighteen! Eighteen and two months, I swear!

You're nowhere near it!

- Your I.D. - It's in my bag.

May I get my bag?

Bastard!

Felix...

Yes?

I've just finished at the radio station.

What about you?

I still have a few hours. Why?

We might have a drink with Blanca and the boys.

OK. I'll take Celia to school tomorrow.

All right. Thanks.

- See you. - Bye.

I usually ask my characters three questions.

Which ones?

What do they want?

What do they need? What do they get?

So?

What do you want?

Right now?

At this moment.

The same as you.

Sex?

What do you need?

I don't know. What everyone needs, I guess.

To be loved.

What do you get?

A sick feeling.

Can you pull in somewhere?

What do you want?

I've come to take you home.

There's no place for me.

I'll look after you.

You can go back to where you came from.

I don't care that you left with someone else.

Don't touch me!

You don't know what you're saying. It's the tranquilisers.

The only person I ever loved was killed in that accident!

My tragedy was not to die with him.

I don't care if you don't love me, Carola.

I love you.

I can't stand you.

Just fuck off!

After being in bed with a real man...

do you really ask me to sleep with you again?

Check out this license plate.

Let me know what you find out.

- Is that about our corpse? - No, it's personal.

Boss, we've got news.

They found sperm and pubic hair in the car.

Apparently, someone used it for a private party.

You know that Jareño turned himself in?

Is that all you can talk about?

Forensic called.

A second study showed traces of anal intercourse.

Seems he was gay.

She mentioned another possibility.

He was heterosexual and used a dildo.

These are the reports of missing persons in Madrid...

for the last 48 hours. One matches with your case.

Jareño went a bit overboard, didn't he?

Yes, thank you.

You look awful.

At least you look better after a few hours sleep.

This one is from Centre. Claudia Sanchez, a cleaner...

is surprised her boss isn't at home.

She says he never goes away...

without leaving a note about the cat.

His name is Jacinto Vega, 29, single,

profession: dubbing actor.

- Apparently... - What's a dubbing actor?

I've got bad news for you.

Harrison Ford's voice isn't Harrison Ford's.

Rojas!

Find the cleaner and show her the photos.

Yes, sir.

And go and ask for a search warrant. It takes forever.

You should have joined us to the sauna last night.

It's fun to put on a condom in a jacuzzi.

Concerning the Volvo...

It belongs to Oriunda P.C., a TV and film production company.

The insurance is on Javier Orilla Fabregat.

Here's the phone number and address.

- By the way, Jareño... - Yes, I know.

He killed his wife.

The latest news is he escaped.

His pals have helped him.

Pigs help each other, as we all know.

Oriunda, good morning.

...discovery of a dead body...

found in the trunk of a car...

colour brown...

model Dodge, license number H5290.

Mom...

I need moisturising cream.

I'm going to Merche's.

Why do you need it?

Are you out of your mind? I'm going skiing, remember?

One girl got hepatitis...

so I'm going instead.

Just as well, after Dad let me down.

When are you going?

Mom! In two hours. I told you yesterday.

I'll be back in a minute.

Yes?

What happened to you last night?

What, to me?

I found blood on your pillow.

And on your shirt.

No, I just had a nose bleed.

Like when I was a kid.

So you're fine?

I'm OK.

Miranda...

Don't call me at work.

I was scared.

You got scared?

That's new.

I found a note in your jacket. I don't know if it's important.

Did you read it?

No.

Then tear it up.

It has to do with a tricky case I'm working on.

What case?

You've never cared about my cases.

Yes, that's true.

A murder.

We've got a suspect but...

we can't rush it because he's a guy with influence.

You possibly know him.

Me?

He is a producer and you watch a lot of films...

Rojas awaits us in Calle Hortaleza.

The cleaner recognised the photo.

Listen dear, I have to hang up.

All right. Bye.

Policeman kills his wife in a hospital in Melilla.

Hello.

Hello.

I'm sorry I called you at the office but...

You're even prettier in daylight.

I was eager to see you too.

Why?

I think I know what I want, need and hope to get.

I've thought a lot about it, and the therapy we need is us.

I think I was very lucky to meet you.

I doubt if I'll find anyone who knows me like you do.

I want to be with you.

Without limit. Starting right now and far away.

We can go wherever you want. All I need is a table and a chair to write.

Domingo!

I've scared you, haven't I? I'm going too fast.

I know we're not the kind of people who guarantee...

You asked me what my husband did.

Yes.

He's a policeman.

He's investigating a murder case.

You remember the Dodge in the car park?

- The Dodge, where we...? - Yes.

They found corpse in the trunk.

What?

In the car where we were. Isn't it horrible?

Well, it's horrible, but...

Felix says they suspect someone connected with movies.

There are hundreds of us.

I know.

It's just a coincidence.

I don't know. He told me in a very strange way.

You say I know you but I don't.

- Did you tell him about us? - No.

But is he a jealous man? Does he trust you?

He's crazy about me.

Crazy.

- He never talks of his work but... - He's told you this.

Isn't it odd?

- What if he's followed us? - Felix?

Since the night with the Dodge.

No. When I got home he was asleep. And he talked about holidays.

But he didn't go.

- What do you mean? - I don't know. I'm guessing.

Hurt people act weird.

Even if I wanted to, I can't.

I'd be leaving too many things behind.

What's behind is behind.

He never spoke of his family, but obviously they were wealthy.

For instance, he owned this apartment.

Did he have visitors?

Very few, and none while I was here.

Well, one time I caught him with a woman.

I got the impression she was married.

Why's that?

One morning, I arrived at 9:00 as usual.

He should actually be at the gym, but the lights were on...

And I could smell expensive perfume.

I have a good nose.

Also a leather bag laid on the sofa.

Did you open it?

He's dead, he'll never know.

A bit. I opened it a bit.

And?

Like I said, the perfume was French.

What else?

A fancy golden wedding ring with diamonds in the shape of a wave.

And a mobile phone.

Did you see her?

No, he came out in his dressing gown...

and told me to come back later.

A neighbour says he often saw an elegant woman leaving here...

and he noticed her perfume too.

She must have bathed in it.

Rojas...

We need a list of the calls made from this number.

Very well.

You take a look around the house.

Have you ever seen this man?

Be careful, Celia.

Put on cream. Remember last time.

Mom, I'm not five years old!

Bye.

Celia!

Has she gone?

Yes, she's gone.

What are your plans?

Shall we have lunch?

Shall we take a shower together?

I've got my period.

That never used to matter.

Why are you barefoot?

Didn't I buy you slippers?

They're in the bathroom.

No, they're in the bedroom.

You have to buy me shorts.

Why don't you try...

buying me some of those modern ones?

Calvin or so.

Here.

- Your men are on the phone. - Tell them to call later.

Please call again later.

They ask if they can go for lunch?

Yes?

Turn it off.

You're like my kids.

You've got the list of calls?

All right, and whose numbers are repeated?

Oriunda?

A cinema and TV producer?

Are you sure?

Oriunda, yes.

Claudio Undarroa and Javier Orilla.

We'll visit today. As soon as I've eaten.

I want the lab to analyse some pubic hairs

to see if they match those from the Dodge.

It's nice being at home, isn't it?

At home we've everything we need.

The business is going great.

We can't let feelings rule us.

Don't you think it would be stupid to wreck... Fuck!

How did you get the tapes?

Claudio, you know you can't fool me.

How did you get them?

If you keep denying it, you're fucked.

At The Cock I spoke to Pancho.

He said he just distributed the tapes.

To get them, he sent the orders to a post office box.

I discovered that it belongs to one your companies.

It's a record company.

It's a front.

I've got your catalogue.

You also offer videos filmed illegally with a hidden camera.

What if our actors realise that...

you've filmed them without their knowledge?

You'll go straight to jail.

Did you set it up?

Tell me the truth.

Did you set it up?

What has that slut got against you, Javier?

The crazy telephones.

Azucena hates you!

Did she give you the tapes?

Last July, a guy called Vega came to see me.

He had some tapes a friend had given him.

He said...

they might interest me.

I recognised your voice and thought it was a joke.

What did he want?

He said his friend thought the tapes were works of art.

She wanted listeners...

and needed help to get them into circulation.

I said I couldn't do a lousy thing like that to a partner.

But he insisted.

He obviously wanted to hurt you as well.

Why?

I don't know.

What was his name again?

Tell Mr. Orillo that I really admire him...

that I saw his last film several times...

I hope he likes my script...

and that please, when he can...

would sign this autograph album.

Your stories are improbable.

Your characters...

act illogically.

Your style of dialogue is deadly boring.

Therefore, I would ask you...

to refrain from bothering this production company...

with further literary output.

Sincerely, Javier Orilla.

The bastard had me by the balls. He insinuated that if I didn't help...

a certain catalogue of secret videos could fall into police hands.

What could I do?

Kill yourself, Claudio.

Jump out the window and burst like the sack of shit you are.

Wake up!

How many Valium did you take?

What...?

Yes, how many?

Me?

Why are you here?

I want to turn myself in.

Where else should I go?

It's over, I'm not running anymore.

Prison scares me less than starting over again.

I've been a policeman since I was 20.

I can't do anything else.

Where's Miranda?

I saw her taking a taxi.

With a travel bag and the dog.

Here.

Jareño, you can't stay here, you embarrass me.

What are you looking for?

My gun.

She must have taken it.

Or dumped it somewhere. Women hate guns, you know that.

Carola...

used to say that a man who has a gun will end up using it.

Don't be crazy.

Don't be like me.

Think of your daughter.

I'll call them to come and get you.

All right?

All right.

Do what you have to do.

Fuck! Jareño!

You think they'll buy that a guy goes to Melilla...

kills his wife,

returns to Madrid and kills himself in your house?

And with your gun?

That's what happened. I don't care if they swallow it or not.

Where's that fucking coffee?

What did you take?

A cough syrup that makes sleepy.

This looks very odd, Felix.

We need to make as little fuss as possible.

In the meantime you'll not move.

Got that?

Yes, sir.

Felix...

You're not to move from here.

Yes, sir.

Rojas...

I need your help.

I'm forbidden to leave here, but I've got things to do.

Don't ruin yourself too.

Just an hour. I'll be back at 19:00.

And if fatso finds out?

You know nothing. I take full responsibility.

- Hello, Diana. - Hello.

I didn't know where to go.

Hold all my calls, please.

Very well.

Javier...

I can't go home anymore.

Move to my hotel.

- You still want us to go away? - Of course I want it!

- I think they won't let us. - Why?

I'm sure Felix senses about us...

and he's plotting to get rid of you.

Do you trust me?

Then everything's fine.

Yes?

Javier, I'm sorry to interrupt. There's a police officer here.

- He wants to see you urgently. - I'll be right out.

- It's Felix! - You don't know that.

Please, don't let him find me.

Good afternoon.

I'm Javier Orilla.

Inspector Feijo, homicide squad.

I'd like to clarify some details with you.

Is the meeting room free?

I'm sorry, it's occupied.

Ok, let's go for a coffee then.

No, I'd rather not move from here.

- I'm expecting a phone call. - As you wish.

But I also need to call someone.

Very well.

Is it him?

Yes.

It's no crime for you to be here.

I can't.

We'll tell him the truth.

- He can't hold us here. - Yes, he will.

- Where's that door going? - To the toilets.

- Come on, Domingo. - Look, you're not a child.

- And he isn't your father. - You don't know him.

He's a policeman, on duty all the time.

Domingo!

Quiet!

Please, have a seat.

I'm investigating the presumed murder of this person.

His name is Jacinto Vega.

Yes, I remember him.

How did you know him?

Solely professional, if you can call that "know him".

About a year ago, he started bringing us scripts.

I don't usually remember author's names but I can't forget his.

Why's that?

He plagued us for months...

sending terrible scripts.

He called constantly.

He was such a pain, I had to send him a harsh letter...

telling him to stop it.

It's odd, we searched his house from top to bottom...

and didn't find a single script.

He probably burned them all after he got my letter.

Could you get me one of his scripts?

I'd like to read one.

It might give us a new angle.

If we're not interested, we return them.

If no one comes for them, we destroy them.

And you had no further contact with him?

Not since then, it's about a year ago.

Then why did he keep calling us until the day he was killed?

No idea.

I see.

- May I have some coffee? - Please.

The body was found in the trunk of an abandoned car...

in a parking lot in Plaza de España.

- Did you know that? - No.

Seemingly left there late Monday night.

We've checked the security tapes that record incoming vehicles.

Your car appears.

Yes, I parked there Monday evening.

It's a bit far from this office, isn't it?

On Monday, I started therapy in that neighbourhood.

You parked in the evening, went to the therapy...

and then you drove out.

Not immediately.

Why not?

I met a woman.

I spent most of the night with her.

Just as well for you.

If it was necessary, but it won't be,

you'd have a good alibi with that woman.

I'd rather not.

Why's that?

She's married.

I don't want to harm her.

I've fallen in love.

Life's strange.

You think you've seen it all, and suddenly...

you find a woman with whom you feel something new.

Someone sharing your desires, even the most intimate ones.

I met her at a meeting for sex addicts.

Ever heard of it?

Is that a bathroom?

Yes.

I'd like to wash my face.

It's not working.

There's another outside. I'll take you.

I also need to speak to my partner, he's about to leave.

There it is.

No, 120 it's not enough. And then, you'll have to let me...

Hang up.

- What's up? - There's a cop in my office.

Your friend Vega has been murdered.

He's asking me questions.

Murdered? What is this?

It seems he called here a lot.

He thinks it was to me, but you know it wasn't.

My God!

My God!

Had you anything to do with his death?

How could you think that?

I haven't told him about the tapes yet...

but if he pushes me...

Don't be scared. Come with me.

Where?

With me.

I've never hurt you.

I know that...

but I'm going with him.

How can you say that? You don't even know who he is.

Do you know who I am?

That man killed someone.

He didn't do it.

He did!

That's what you'd like, but it isn't so.

And if I prove it?

When I married you, you had killed someone too.

Mr. Feijo, two other detectives are asking for you.

Felix...

The boss found out.

Come with us before things get more complicated.

If you aren't back in 30 minutes he'll have you arrested.

I won't let you destroy your life.

I won't do it.

Javier, you must help me.

Think of my children, my parents, the scandal.

Get rid of him and then call your lawyer.

It was you, bastard! I know and I'll prove it!

You won't get away with it!

Claudio!

Claudio!

Don't be so stupid!

You've behaved very stupidly, Felix...

but now that it's all resolved...

you're no longer under arrest.

The case isn't closed yet.

For me it is. It all fits.

Corpse 1 blackmailed corpse 2.

He threatened to expose his filthy business.

So corpse 2 killed him.

Javier Orilla is the killer.

Is this a personal thing?

You followed a trail.

Good intuition, but you had the wrong man.

Learn to admit your mistakes if you want my chair one day.

There's still a loose end.

The woman on the phone, Azucena, Vega's accomplice.

I want to continue.

You'll go on holiday as planned.

- But... - It's an order.

Jareño's funeral is tomorrow afternoon.

No, that isn't right.

No, it's the eyes.

Her eyes were much bigger.

Yes, that's more like it. Can we try the mouth?

That's it.

Want to tell me about it?

Not tonight.

Was it unpleasant?

You could say so.

Should I call room service and order supper?

I spoke to my financial adviser.

Once I've sorted out money matters with Lola and everyone...

we'll still be able to live from the interest...

for five years.

And that woman?

Which woman?

Azucena. Hasn't she called you again?

No.

Aren't you afraid she'll reappear?

I don't think she'd risk it.

Aren't you curious?

Not at all.

It's best if you've decided not to call her.

Take one of these.

It'll do you good.

Tell me the post-office.

I will, but I want no trouble.

Who is it?

- Guess who? - Well, the storyteller!

- I want to see you now. - No.

No way. That was the condition.

You've got a lot to tell me.

Your voice sounds strange.

- I have to see you now. - I'm hanging up.

If not, I'm sure the police will love to hear the tapes.

- The tapes? - There's a station near here.

You look awful, Javier.

Say what you want. Tell me whatever stories you like.

I don't care. I know what you're up to.

You're soaked.

May I take off your raincoat?

You're going to tell me everything!

You're very tense.

What have you taken?

Look at your eyes.

You're hot.

Someone got you hot...

and it wasn't me.

Feel better?

Do you want to talk?

I have a headache.

Shall I stay with you?

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I listened to those tapes, you bitch.

Why did you do it?

In the end, his stories were good.

Which ones?

The ones you refused to read...

although they'd given you and hundreds of others a hard-on.

My friend Vega wrote them all.

I acted them out.

What did you call his scripts?

Improbable.

Illogical.

Deadly boring.

Stories about triplets.

Of lovers killed in a plane crash while they were fucking.

Those were the stories that hooked you, bastard.

They hooked you because they're better than yours.

He and I created the stories you didn't dare to write yourself.

I'll give you a massage.

We have to make an effort.

Let's forget the past and imagine everything begins today.

Please, don't reject me.

It's me, Miranda!

Please, don't reject me.

Please, don't reject me.

Please!

Please!

Hello.

How are you?

Coming back from Eurodisney with the kids.

Enjoy it?

Fucking great. And you?

Fine.

Can I ask you something that's been bugging me?

- No. - Why did you choose me?

How did you know I'd accept?

I took a risk.

Is that him?

No, forget it.

Too bad, he looks so innocent.

He asked me to carry a package. Just a little favour.

With all his cases, you could've got more out of him.

C'mon, love.

I'm afraid your flight to London...

is delayed for technical reasons, but I've...

got two cancellations on a flight leaving in 20 minutes.

No one's on the waiting list?

No, so if you want...

- And can we check in the dog? - Yes.

Sure you don't want to ask me any questions?

I already know the answers.

What answers?

I love you, I need you and I've managed to get you.

But please, hold my hand very tightly...

when the plane takes off.

Good morning.

Ticket for the lottery?

No, but...

Check this one.

Just a minute.

Congratulations!

You're a lucky man.