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A NETFLIX SERIES

EPISODE 3 PROSOPAGNOSIA

We're talking about Malen Zubiri.

Her political career has coincided with the economic recession

that has hit the city and sunk her party in the polls.

These polls show that the vice mayor is the only one in the City Council

that gets the citizens' approval.

Party sources now point to her as Lezcano's imminent successor,

despite past conflict between them.

-Yes? -Hi, Malen.

So? How did the meeting go?

Miren leaked it. Didn't you hear?

Am I going to be the mayor's consort?

They'll invite us to the opera.

Don't get your hopes up. I won't take you to the Euskalduna.

Life sucks without corruption.

You deserve it, Malen.

-I'm happy for you. -Thank you.

You helped me get here.

Behind every great woman is an emasculated man.

You know I don't like those jokes, Alfredo.

Hey, tell Leire my news.

Why don't you do something together this weekend?

Xabi...

Xabi...

I'm sure she misses you.

I'm here if she needs me.

We share a bathroom.

You know what I mean.

I do.

Have a good time.

You too. Are you going out?

Yes. I was just getting ready.

Kisses.

It's 4:00 p.m. and it's nostalgia time on our radio.

There are two types of people.

Those who lead a double life, and those who dream of leading one.

We are the masks we wear.

All the masks.

It's not lying.

Lying is wearing only one.

We choose carefully what to show.

To the voters, to our family,

and to lovers.

And sometimes we forget that others do the same.

Who are they really?

The days that change everything start like any other.

There are never any signs of disaster.

Life seems kind.

You keep playing. What's the worst that could happen?

This time, you'll find out.

Good evening.

Good evening.

What is it?

You're not French either.

No.

Thought not. I realized when I read your profile.

So formal, like out of a textbook.

Formal?

A little bit.

Look, I'm not sure I like you not being French.

Why? Are French guys your paraphilia?

No, please.

Yes? This is one of the shadiest I've come across.

And I've been made to dress up as a panda.

Hey, move further away if you want.

Are you famous or something?

You're in luck with me.

Have you ever heard of... prosopagnosia?

You don't recognize faces?

Shit, very good.

You know what prosopagnosia is, and I don't know who you are.

Okay.

Okay.

Shall we get a drink?

Okay, I'm buying.

Wow, thank you very much.

Shall we go there?

No, it's near Stureplan.

Oh, okay. Near the park.

That's it.

Holfve Bistro. The best salmon I've ever eaten.

-They bring it from a little town... -Which one?

Leksand.

-I've been there. For Midsommar. -Seriously?

-Yes, I swear. -No way.

How funny!

I was planning to go back to Sweden this year, so I'll take note.

Do you have any trips in mind?

I'd like to, but I'm super busy.

A lot of work?

Well, you look relaxed.

Of course. That's why I came.

Do you have a house here?

What about you? What do you do?

If you work, that is.

Yes, of course I work. A lot, actually. I'm an entrepreneur. I run start-ups.

And it's going well. I have... intuition. Or it might be luck, I don't know.

If it happens repeatedly, it's not luck. It's talent.

And it means you can buy the most expensive surfboard there is.

Okay.

-You think I'm self-indulged? -No.

I take pleasure very seriously too.

Shall we finish what we started?

And...

any intuition about me?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Shall we split it?

What an incredible place. I didn't know it existed.

Here.

Come on.

You can't have it all.

Why are you smiling? What's the joke?

Shit, Grandpa and the young entrepreneurs.

Shall we dodge them?

Hello.

-Zubiri. -Everything okay?

Perfect.

I was trying to convince Txema to stand for election again,

but he won't listen.

-What do you put in his coffee? -Ask Gorka.

Good manners are dying out.

Afraid of the future? Aren't you lot Darwinists?

It's time to adapt. That's true.

Good luck.

Exactly.

Nice to see you. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

ALWAYS UP FOR NEW FRIENDSHIPS

Ugh, no.

This one, then.

-It smells like my four-year-old niece. -It smells like naivety.

She's going to be the mayor. She has to smell the opposite.

I prefer something more like the one I'm wearing.

A men's perfume? No way.

I've made it this far.

Despite smelling like sex.

If you smell like a man, they'll think you just had sex.

-Oh, and that doesn't convey success? -Not in a woman.

The French president can visit his lover on a motorbike because it's charming.

But in a woman, it conveys impulsiveness, uncontrolled emotions, irrationality...

-And who wants a maniac in charge? -Right.

Now you're going to tell me you didn't invent the world.

But you help it stay this way.

I'll send you six large bottles. Enough for the whole term.

I can't say no to my niece. That's also true.

My name is César Barretxeguren.

You recognize my surname.

All of Bilbao knows your family.

Are you the youngest?

The one who was in London?

Until four months ago.

It...

It was time to come back.

And why are you telling me?

Because I'm tired of this game.

I'm really bad at keeping things to myself.

It weighs me down.

I'm here to relax too.

You don't have to tell me anything.

Whoa.

Has that put you off me?

No, it's not that.

What is it?

I don't know.

It's just... Are you fucking kidding me?

I never would have guessed.

Thanks very much.

That's it.

-It was just that. -Just that?

Just that.

Where were we?

Stop.

There's no one here.

You rich people don't give a shit, do you?

The moon looks amazing. I thought you could have it all.

No? In the car?

Hey, you!

Let's see. Just a moment, sorry.

One moment. Just a moment. I need to see this.

Okay.

Tell me about yourself.

Why?

I wasn't here yesterday and I want to get to know you.

I just want to check you're okay.

Name, age, what day it is...

My name is César.

I'm 26 years old and today is...

Do you remember what happened?

You were attacked.

Mugged.

Your wife told us you had already reported it.

But maybe you don't remember now.

The police will come and talk to you.

We'll have to repeat these tests, okay? And maybe do some more. Today.

But... I feel fine.

But you're 31 years old.

I'll be right back.

Fuck.

LOOK AFTER IT!

Good morning.

Sorry I'm late. Let's start.

We have 15 items to discuss today.

Five regarding the tax office, three regarding welfare,

four regarding urban planning, and three regarding culture.

I feel bad for enjoying seeing him like that so much.

I bet Lezcano cracked open thepatxaranas soon as he saw the video.

-Unless he was the one behind the video. -Future, Malen. Future.

I still haven't thanked you.

Save it.

You'll hate me again. What other dirt can they dig up on you?

On me? I don't know. I'd have to think about it.

Lucky you.

I don't just mean you, Malen.

Anything shady in your family will be dumped on you.

-Shall I interrogate them right now? -To protect them.

If we get ahead of the vultures,

they'll leave you alone.

Who is he?

Too young?

Too famous?

Or too keen to keep screwing us over?

If he's not under control, I'll take care of it.

He's a nobody. Don't worry. I've already stopped him. Believe me.

Yes?

Ms. Zubiri?

It's Inspector Vázquez.

Do you have a moment?

Actually, I don't right now.

Oh, I'm very sorry.

What did you want?

Just to see how you are.

Everything's fine.

Did you know I'm about to meet your father?

He's representing the sister of Ane Uribe, the woman who committed suicide.

They're coming to file the complaint.

Yes. I know who she is and what happened.

I put her in touch with my father.

I thought so.

Ms. Zubiri, why do you seek justice for others and not for yourself?

I thought I'd made it clear.

I wish you would trust me.

I know your case needs twice as much discretion.

Look, I don't doubt that you do your job well.

So what's stopping you?

What's stopping you? If someone's pressuring you to not report it, tell me.

I make my own decisions.

Let me tell you you're making a mistake.

Don't you see the only one to suffer the consequences will be you?

Excuse me, but I have to get back to work.

Thank you.

-Maybe the note was for Kepa. -What does it matter?

It's a horrible creature. There's no valid will.

How could she sleep with that?

Your sister slept with worse things.

I have informed my client that it's almost impossible to prove

that her sister's suicide was caused by her coworkers harassing her.

And I said it's obvious one thing led to another.

Obvious, colon, that which cannot be doubted or denied.

That's not the case here.

Common sense is imprecise. The law is not.

We'll have to settle for charging them with "unlawful dissemination."

That's if we can prove the images were shared illicitly.

Another question is who sent them first.

It's usually a resentful ex-boyfriend thing.

-Did you meet any of her partners? -Tons.

She was a serial monogamist.

She was a knockout.

Any more serious relationships?

The last one.

What was that like?

Well, Kepa isn't just any guy.

Kepa is what you imagined a guy to be when you still believed in something.

Besides, my client says the images are from a long time ago.

Right.

Do you remember any problematic relationships?

Fighting, bullying, jealousy...

No.

At least not the ones I met.

-They were all normal, nice guys. -Normal?

"He always said hello." You know.

Ane.

How are you?

They're pigs, Anutxi.

How are you?

-How would you all feel? -It's not fair.

-Where could they have got it from? -They're such bastards.

-Do you want some water? -Okay.

Thanks.

Bromazepam?

No, thanks.

Are you serious?

That is absolutely unacceptable.

You have the management's full support.

Okay.

Thank you. What will you do about it?

How can you stop them from sharing it around?

We have to find out who started it, don't we?

Leave it to me.

What did he say? If you didn't get back together he'd show photos of you?

No. I cut him off quickly. He didn't say anything like that, but...

It's been, like, five years since we last spoke.

And the guy's the same. The same.

Don't you know where he is?

No, I haven't found him.

Go to the cops. They'll find him.

Is it because of Kepa? Come on, he's a sweetheart.

Yes, but Kepa...

-Come on, Ane... -Well, I'll see.

Attention, all employees.

We have received a complaint from a staff member

alerting us that private images of her are circulating against her will.

This must cease immediately.

Otherwise, the company will enforce the appropriate sanctions.

Ane, why did you have to do that?

Did you give names?

No.

But I had to do something, didn't I?

Put up with it, girl.

-They'll move on. -Or talk to them.

Nicely.

Hang on, I could have gone to the police and reported them, but I didn't.

You want to be untouchable.

You point fingers, and the rest of us take the hit with the layoffs.

It's worked out well for you.

Oihane, what are you talking about?

Do you really think I wanted this to happen?

Your husband should've thought before sharing the photo.

So should you, before opening your legs.

They say the past doesn't exist.

That we can live without looking back.

That we can even be reborn.

But it's a lie.

The past is a place.

And sometimes, we're forced to return there.

It's best to use the visit to say good riddance once and for all.

Thanks.

But what if you can't find the person you need to say it to?

You can only wait.

Wait until he shows up and you become his prey again.

High school bores them.

-You're making a mess. -I know.

-You keep moving. -I haven't moved.

You have.

Anyway, no wonder it bores them.

I've been spouting this stuff to people who aren't listening for over 15 years.

That's basically the definition of madness.

Then there's the book club, which makes me sound retired.

And hiking, which means zero arousal.

"No, I collect leaves. I walk."

"Shall we fuck?"

You're very quiet, aren't you?

-Me? -Yes.

No.

Well, I haven't slept for a few days. I'm not sleeping much.

And even so, you're still glowing.

Nonsense.

If only I had your charm.

What charm, Bego? What...

What fucking charm? What is that?

I don't have any.

If you want, I'll tell you about it at ten when Archaeologist84 ends the date with,

"No, don't worry. I'll call you."

"I'll call you sometime."

You know?

You sound enthusiastic about your date.

That's the way it is.

Kiddo.

Everything's okay.

Idoia!

Idoia!

Fuck.

Juan Mari! Long time no see.

How are you?

I expected an Excel file.

I'm old school. I'm fucking ancient.

Can I go now?

I hate having to do this, Alfredo.

If you'd ever asked me how my company was doing, this wouldn't be necessary.

Since when were you interested in the company? You don't even go there.

Not all of us are on top of our game like you.

You haven't even gotten up off your chair.

Dad, please.

What will this family do without me?

Who will you feel superior to now?

Are you sure there are no sex tapes of me out there?

Are there?

Does your daughter have to get her shit out from under the rug too?

Have you finished? You can go.

Yes, ma'am.

They won't find anything on me.

Sorry for the wait, César. You can go in now. He's waiting for you.

I thought we'd go for lunch.

I prefer to do business here.

That's what it's about, right?

I've done something horrible, Dad.

Horrible.

Did Idoia tell you?

The children are fine. In case you're interested.

I need you to help me.

Don't mix me up in this.

I don't want to know any more.

I don't want to be your accomplice nor your accessory.

-I'm not here to mix you... -I won't pay for your mistakes.

I financed your venture in London,

knowing it would end up like the production company,

the art gallery,

the tailor-made trips, and who knows how many other pipe dreams.

-This isn't the same, Dad. I swear. -No.

This has cost you a lot more. Am I wrong?

How could anyone stoop so low?

My grandchildren will never want for anything.

I guarantee it.

But listen to me.

-Don't count on me... -Fuck.

...or your brothers to get you out of trouble.

I can't do it alone, Dad.

Let me explain, please.

Clean yourself up.

Don't go out like that.

Hi.

Hey. What's up? Are you here to ask questions too?

Don't worry, that inspector was just here. She interrogated me.

-She wanted to rule you out, right? -Of course. And I think she has.

-Christ. -She's just doing her job.

Of course she is.

And I'm doing mine. Can't you see?

-I did want to ask you something. -Go on then.

Did Ane ever talk to you about Jokin? A guy she was with some time ago?

I have no idea.

We didn't talk about the past.

Never?

No, never.

It worked well for us, by the way. Very well.

Are you going to stand there all day looking at me like that?

-Calm down. -What?

No, nothing. I'm just surprised. I didn't know you were...

like that.

Like what? I'm not anything. What the hell?

This is day-to-day life, Begoña.

No looking back, repenting, or confessing. I have the priest for that.

If it's working, why talk?

If it's not, chatter is a distraction. It fixes nothing.

-So you two got along very well. -Hey, stop it.

Stop it, Begoña.

Weren't we going to forgive?

Worry about your guilt and leave me alone. Agreed?

Shit. I'm sorry, Kepa.

I'm sorry too. I haven't slept in two days. I'm not myself.

I have no idea who this Jokin is.

What is it? Do you think it could have been him?

I don't know.

He's the only one I don't know. I've messaged him to see what he says.

Let me know if you find anything.

Of course.

Do you have a minute?

Jesus, Bego. Seriously?

No way. Not a chance, huh? No.

But kids love animals. And your kids are country kids too.

Why do you think it was still at yours?

Whenever Ane talked about it, the kids got scared shitless.

What if I set it free?

Yeah, maybe. But get the hell away from here first.

Good afternoon.

Hello.

What are you having?

My daughter wanted to apologize for what happened to your camera.

-She had a bad day. -Right.

I understand about the bad day.

But I'd like to hear it from her.

She's just a kid.

No. She isn't.

I could bring up the harassment you subject us to. You're like hyenas.

Look, I've lost jobs because of this.

-You know? -Maybe it'll teach you some respect.

Like yours for your husband?

-I won't allow... -I'm sorry.

Wait!

-Shall I give you a ride? -I'm going to train.

All this shit will pass.

MALEN VIDEO SEX ON THE BEACH WITH MALEN ZUBIRI

When I saw the video,

deep down I was glad.

-Yeah? -She's been unmasked.

It should always be like that. Now crush her in the divorce.

I don't know. Not even a "How come you're leaving?" or...

"Let's talk about it," "Forgive me..." The usual things you say.

Of course.

Hey, do you know anyone renting?

Come on.

Get pissed off, dammit.

-More? -Yes, more.

They've turned us into pansies. So yes, we get angry.

-You didn't read the book... -What book?

-What do you want? -I'm sorry, Malen.

I'm really sorry.

I need to see you.

They offered me a lot of money, Malen. You have no idea how much I need it.

They'll take everything from me. And from my children.

Don't you dare use them as an excuse for what you've done to me, you asshole.

I don't want to know why. I want to know who for.

I'll tell you everything.

-But... -But what?

You betrayed me. You fucked up my life.

And now you're asking me for money to tell me the truth.

I've lost everything, Malen.

I've lost my wife.

I've lost my children. I've lost... my dignity.

Help me, please. Let's help each other.

-Malen, for God's sake... -Get out.

No, what are you doing? We have to talk.

What about what we shared?

Get out of my car.

Get out of my car!

Hi, this is Jokin. Ane's friend.

I saw your message. What did you want to talk about?

Not this one.

Right?

I have to tell you something.

When I was a lawyer,

one of my clients was a very important and well-known businessman.

One of his employees reported him for harassment.

She took the money because I convinced her it was all she'd get.

But it was a different time.

That's no excuse.

You know the worst thing?

The bastard bought me a lavish dinner to thank me.

He'd gotten off cheap.

Even that didn't cost him much.

Didn't he own a restaurant chain?

Now I know I can trust you.

And you believe him?

If it had been blackmail,

he would've asked for money before leaking the video, not after.

Especially considering who he is.

It's César Barretxeguren.

I'll go and talk to him today.

Today?

-I don't think... -Don't worry.

I'll be discreet.

And I'm sure he will be too.

You have my word.

You're doing the right thing.

What's he doing?

Fuck.

Fucking hell, what...

Fuck.

Fuck.

I need an ambulance. Now.

Yes.

Subtitle translation by: Katie L Ward