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A NETFLIX SERIES

EPISODE 7 TOMORROW

Baby.

-Not answering my messages? -Where the fuck did you post the videos?

Where are they?

I don't know.

"Xabi..."

"Oh! Xabi..."

Alicia.

Bizen Goikoetxea came to the station last night.

He gave me names.

Great.

You've beaten a whole factory.

Your sister would be proud.

Thanks very much, Alicia.

I'll have access to all their phones.

Some will have wiped them, but many won't have.

Did he say who sent him the images?

No.

But I'll find out.

I've also followed up on Ane's call history.

I'll find Jon's last name. I promise.

-I'm sure you will. -Speak soon, Begoña.

-I'll keep you posted. -Speak soon, Alicia. Thank you.

Institutions

must be committed to taking on the burden of care

and facilitating real and effective measures to balance work and family time.

By denying us that, we do not gain independence.

We perpetuate those burdens.

Thanks for coming, and not holding a grudge.

A grudge?

I offered you support, and you changed your mind.

I remember our conversation every day.

I believe you.

Ally alert. Gorka.

Good morning.

Can you all hear me?

-Start filming. I have something to say. -He wouldn't dare.

Well, as you all know,

I've worked very hard for this city for years.

And finally, my work has been rewarded.

It's a real honor to be able to tell you

that the party I belong to has decided to consider me as a candidate

in next month's local elections.

Thank you.

"The party has decided"?

He learned that from me. Now what?

It's probably the media. You, ice cold.

It's my daughter's school.

Hello?

What do you mean?

Why couldn't she switch schools?

I wanted her to learn what frustration is.

She's alive, Alfredo.

She gets frustrated every damn day. Enough with the fucking archaic lessons.

Look where not doing that has got us.

This has happened before, and we did nothing.

Are you telling me this is a one-off too?

A bad day? There's a fucking kid in the hospital!

We don't know what happened.

You're assuming our daughter is sick.

Malen, she hit you.

She kicked you on the floor. Her mother.

But you were spending entire fucking days at City Hall.

It suited you to think it was all fine, right?

I've destroyed my home because of ambition?

Really, Alfredo?

I don't know.

You could've given her a thousand lessons while I wasn't there.

But what did you do?

Worried about your bruised ego.

Malen.

I don't know what my place is.

Singing.

And looking after people. Half the population does it.

It's not that difficult.

But don't worry.

My career is already going to shit. You might even like me again.

Hello?

Yes, we're on our way.

Leire.

Your parents are coming.

Hey! They're just worried about you, okay?

-They're good people. -But I'm not!

-What happened? -My fucking head happened.

Everything is just in here.

What's "everything"?

The videos.

What do you mean, videos? Of you?

What happened?

I smashed up my ex.

Because I'm paranoid. I'm not normal! I'm fucking crazy.

You're not crazy, Leire.

What about your mom, my sister? You know these things happen, don't you?

That's twice now.

I should be locked up.

What do you mean, twice?

I hit my mom.

My mom.

I don't know why it's something that's always here.

It only went away when I trained. With Xabi it's...

like having a fucking engine running inside, and it suffocates me.

Well, honey, you may need to talk, let it out.

What I need is to die.

Leire...

Listen to me.

Listen to me. Don't say that, okay?

The people who love you will understand.

You may not believe it, but they need you.

They need you like they need to breathe.

Nothing you've done is bad enough that you can't look ahead, okay?

You are not doomed.

You're not just that, Leire.

You're beautiful.

And you do and will do beautiful things.

And you'll be loved, and you will love.

And you'll be glad you're still here.

Come here.

Look, your mom.

Honey...

She hadn't told me anything.

I thought she and Xabi had ended more or less well.

She told me what happened with you.

I don't know what's wrong.

At least you can help her.

And suffer at her side.

You don't know how lucky you are.

-Thanks for everything. -Thank you.

-Bye. -Bye.

Are we going to the police?

POLICE

Thank you for seeing me.

Inspector Alicia Vázquez.

Inspector.

-A pleasure. -Hello.

Join me for a coffee?

I'll get to the point.

I'm investigating César Barretxeguren's death.

Life can be a bitch at times, right?

Do you know if he had financial difficulties?

You dealt with each other, right?

We knew each other. We almost became partners.

I know César got in touch with you.

He called us to his company.

I guess he got us three there together so we'd be tempted to invest in the end.

And how did it go?

A bit sad.

Compassion doesn't help. Ever.

-Did he tell you about his debt? -We got it out of him.

There are no secrets in this city anyway.

-He seemed pretty desperate. -So César left empty-handed.

His father had always helped, but he was tired of bailing him out.

You know his father well, I guess.

He's also part of the Entrepreneurs' Conference.

The ship's captain.

Peio isn't easy. We've known each other all our lives.

Since what happened to his wife, he's become withdrawn, and...

he has acquaintances, at best.

Weren't you on the news the other day?

That thing with the mayor.

We stood Zubiri up.

Businessmen have the right to strike too, don't we?

You were probably branded sexists.

Yes.

Always the same.

I'm no chauvinist. I have three daughters, but everything's offensive now.

I don't even kiss women hello anymore.

People are too thin-skinned.

Creation's greatest gift, I always say.

Ms. Zubiri?

Women in general.

I'm not sure what you mean by that.

You all complain if we explain it too, so...

Let's get back to the point.

Hello?

Thank you.

POLICE SEARCHING

NO CRIMINAL RECORD

That's great, Bego, at last.

They still have to catch him.

They will.

I thought it would make me happier.

My body aches from wanting to hug her.

Well, Leire benefited from that.

You want me to become a missionary?

-I wanted to heal myself in another way. -Which?

Well, seeing about not dying alone.

-It's not that weird, is it? -No.

You know I've tried to find you a guy.

-None of them called me back. -You complained all night, Bego.

That's what they said. I thought you didn't like them.

I didn't like them. But I didn't try very hard either.

What about the cumbia dancer?

He's okay, but just as a fuck buddy.

What more do you want?

The same as everyone.

Speak for yourself. I just want another beer.

Haven't school called?

Yes.

A little while ago.

And?

What do you think? You're very much expelled.

Does Grandma know?

Yes, but don't worry. She's decided it's your mom's fault.

And partly mine.

And partly from not eating chicken.

She found Dad a girlfriend.

She's nice.

But it wasn't a match.

Dating sucks.

Trying to sell a motorbike that's broken and you know it...

And realizing they're selling you one too.

If it goes wrong, you feel like a piece of shit.

But if it goes well, it's almost worse because you...

didn't really like them, but...

we came to play, didn't we?

Next morning, it's like you were kidnapped.

"Where am I?"

"Why does everything hurt?"

And sometimes they even film you.

We have a winner.

She wants to stay here.

Is that okay?

Sure.

I'm going.

Anything happens, let me know.

I'll come back first thing.

I have an official event tomorrow that may interest you.

You and me arm in arm?

My mom might have found me another candidate.

It's the opera.

No way! Really?

It would be worth it just to see people's faces.

But not just for that.

Hey.

What?

Should I stop?

I don't know what's with me.

Don't worry.

It's okay.

Stay.

Of course.

Listen,

she didn't even come to the office today.

She's done for.

It was about time.

Peio, this city will owe you a lot.

Look, I have a list in mind, and we can... not to bring the enemy home, of course...

Well, the female enemy in this case.

Or the male enemy.

We have to tell what we know.

What do we know?

The night I left home,

I found a phone in César's bag.

It only had one number.

I thought it was for talking to her, to Malen.

And I called it.

To...

shout at her, or to insult her.

But a man answered.

-Who was it? -I don't know.

What did he say?

He thought it was César calling.

And he asked me,

"Haven't you had enough?"

Peio,

we have to take the phone to the police.

Then they might catch the son of a bitch who did it.

He killed him.

And now we're his accomplices.

And will that bring him back?

No.

Will it take away our guilt?

No.

Why, then?

So we can grieve in peace.

Ms. Zubiri?

Hello.

Hello.

I heard about your daughter at work.

How is she?

-I didn't know whether to call you. -Don't worry. She's fine.

-Well, all things considered. -I'm sorry.

-I don't think I can do much for you. -I know.

How's my case going?

The suspects are clones.

Full of themselves and sexist,

and all three would love to get you out of the way.

Did you ask them openly about me?

No, I didn't need to. I know how to tell half-truths too.

The Barretxegurens are still closing ranks.

But César's bank told me that two months ago,

he paid in half a million euros in two installments.

The debt absorbed it all, but there was still a big hole to fill.

That's why he needed more money.

The bad news is that the deposit was in cash.

Leaving no traces.

Exactly. But how many people can pay that amount in cash?

I think we're on the right track.

Please tell me everything you find out.

-Of course. -Thank you, Alicia.

Good morning.

-I'm in the middle of a job interview. -I'll be brief.

I'm Inspector Alicia Vázquez.

I'm looking for Jon Aldaola.

My brother no longer lives here.

Your brother is suspected of having disseminated

private images of one of his partners.

Which partner?

Ane Uribe.

Do you know she killed herself?

I'm taking the day off.

Again?

Leire needs me.

She has her father, who isn't the mayor.

Gorka's feeling emboldened, Malen.

Since the video was leaked,

I hardly sleep.

During the day, I pretend nothing affects me.

Not the looks, nor the messages, nor the jokes,

nor knowing that my family has fallen apart.

But it does affect me.

I can't breathe at night.

My daughter almost went crazy thinking they'd do the same to her.

She felt defenseless.

Do you know why?

Because I didn't defend myself.

I didn't obey you. I agreed.

I thought ignoring them would make me freer.

But it only makes them freer.

Malen,

how can losing your job give you freedom?

You can't report it.

I know who your lover was.

May he rest in peace.

You knew,

and you took me to his funeral?

I realized there.

You became transparent.

Why didn't you tell me before?

Well, I just wanted you to forget it.

It's funny how you can be so innocent.

I'm off.

I have to work to keep your options open.

I couldn't stop them from pursuing a victimless prosecution.

They're announcing the candidate in a few days' time.

There won't be any progress so soon.

And hopefully, they'll forget about it.

This is your last day off.

FOR SALE

Jon Aldaola? Stop!

Freeze!

I haven't done anything.

Turn around.

-What's going on? -Turn around!

Against the truck.

According to this information, many members of Bilbao City Council

were vaccinated weeks before the Basque and central governments authorized it.

See? There you have it. Gorka, the little Machiavelli.

He's hungry, that's all.

And Malen's looking after her nest.

The information implicates the mayor himself, Txema Lezcano. Another eight...

Well, that's patricide.

Malen wasn't vaccinated either and threatened to leak it.

But that bastard actually has.

Malen only had one option when the video came out.

To be perfect. And guess what.

Will you be back on the talk shows?

You were good at it.

I was afraid of the fucking virus.

If I'd fallen ill, what would've happened to Bilbao?

Of course.

The only reason Gorka didn't want it is because he was scared.

He believes everything on his phone.

-But I know he went after Malen. -Not just her.

He tried to damage your reputation.

My head is fine.

I know you've come to save your girl.

I've tried to let her fall.

In a way, she deserves it.

But I can't.

Feelings, Miren?

I believe in her.

Of course you do.

You've passed on your ambitions to her, like a daughter.

Maybe.

And she's like you.

Even more so after what happened.

That was different.

Surely you have something to sink that bastard Gorka.

What is it?

Lezcano gave me something to take down Gorka.

The Return of the Fairy Godmother.

What is it?

He's a regular client of an escort service.

Lezcano told you that?

Another client told him. A developer.

Let's see.

Gorka clocks in every Thursday from 10:00 p.m. to 3:00 a.m.

It'd be easy to get a photo of him,

even inside, if the journalist pretends to be a client.

We'd make an anonymous tip-off, of course.

It's so juicy the journalist wouldn't care.

-But he has a wife and kids. -Does he deserve them?

-We can't do this to him. -Don't compare, Malen. Of course we can.

Prostitution is much more than a personal matter.

And you're an abolitionist.

-Do you want a whoremonger for mayor? -No.

But we're not using it.

Malen, right now it's the only option we have to get ahead of him.

The businesspeople back him, and he's used your vaccination trump card.

They'll choose him.

Malen.

You were hiding because you know Ane is dead, right?

I wasn't hiding.

Right, sure.

How does her death make you feel?

It makes me sad.

It makes you sad.

No "May the ground be light to you" or anything like that.

-I stay out of the decisions of others. -Could've used that when she rejected you.

What do you mean?

You can't stand them not needing you.

Why do they always act like bitches to you?

No, Jon.

I hate to tell you that they don't act like bitches to you.

They run from you to protect themselves. Because you're poison.

I want someone else.

If you weren't poison, if one day you looked inside,

recognized your own shit, and cleaned up your act,

maybe, just maybe, a woman would stay with you.

What is this, a fucking therapy session?

You wish.

I could show you the evidence and send you to a cell.

I'm wasting energy on you because you'll be free in a year.

You have 12 months to think about how you want the rest of your life to be.

What do you mean, jail?

Look. You haven't shown me the evidence because you don't have any.

So what?

I also have the testimony of a psychologist.

Ane told her you were responsible for the leak.

And Ane called you the day after her nude photo appeared in the factory.

Ane didn't have my number.

No, not your current one. Your old one, the one you deactivated.

I have your phone.

And some colleagues searched your brother's house and the workshop.

They found your computer.

You could start doing right by telling me who you sent it to at the factory.

I didn't send anything to the factory.

I want you to keep one thing in mind, in case you've forgotten.

You are not the victim.

That's it.

Better than nothing, right?

I'd like to see him face to face.

I know.

I'd like to smash his face in.

But what's the point?

That's the way it is, Kepa. It's going to be an ugly wound.

You don't quit, do you?

Sorry.

Do you have any plans for later?

I thought I'd read.

I haven't opened a book since Ane's been gone.

-Fun plan, huh? -Yeah.

Fun plan.

Come on!

-I said no. -You have to have a go.

-I promised them you would. -Why are you promising for me?

-Bego. -Don't be boring!

I'm not boring, I'm chilled.

-You've really never been on one before? -No, it doesn't appeal to me.

-Boring! -Boring!

-Boring! -Boring!

It's just a game. And it's fun.

-Since we can't cheer up, let's try it. -No.

-Ane used to jump. -Yes.

Come on.

Come on, get on and try it.

-Yes! -Yes!

That's it, very good.

Seriously, you're a natural.

My name was Ane Uribe.

Five feet ten tall.

Brown eyes.

Four fillings.

I had measles as a kid.

I broke my arm skating.

I was a good student.

But I was easily distracted.

I wanted to be a biologist,

to learn how everything worked.

To understand.

But I dropped out of high school.

I got an easy job.

And I never got to understand.

I never went very far away, but I would have liked to.

I used to watch documentaries and think,

"What am I doing here?"

Then I made excuses. Money, time...

Fear is like that.

I was terrible at telling jokes.

That was my charm.

I was ticklish.

Very ticklish.

I cried at videos of children hearing for the first time.

I think I would have been a good mother.

I don't know.

Sometimes, I'd imagine my baby's face.

-Hello, Leire. -Hello.

I'm Olaia.

Have a seat.

TAILOR - OSKAR LÓPEZ ILEAÑA BY APPOINTMENT ONLY

Hello, I'd like to see Koldo, please.

Thank you.

-Hello. -Good morning.

Can I help you?

My name is Alicia. I'm a police officer.

My colleagues told me where I could find you.

I know you caught the people who beat me up.

-Thank you. -Not at all.

It's strange to see you dressed like this.

It's a costume like any other.

It makes my life easier.

What a pity, right?

I'll give you my TikTok. I let myself go on there.

You should show your true self.

I know you're trying to be nice, but you don't understand.

I'm a lesbian.

Something similar happened to me a long time ago.

Things were worse then than they are now, but...

there's still a lot of hatred.

Don't believe them. Don't swallow that hatred.

It's important to stand up for yourself and hold your head high.

You have a right to everything.

Don't live a half-life.

Believe me.

I know what I'm talking about.

I want to file a report.

Subtitle translation by: Katie L Ward