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Morning.

Hello.

Do you want to stay for lunch?
I make a mean salsa.

Look, Vero...

Did you give
Andrés' notebook to Conrado?

- Yes.
- Why did you do that?

It was you who said I was in danger.

- Now Fran is in danger too.
- They'll boil our balls because of you.

- Or maybe they'll bury us alive in lime.
- You need to ask for it back.

- No.
- Andrés will fuck us up.

She doesn't give a shit about us.

I care about Vicent, he's my friend
and he didn't know what he was doing.

But you...

You knew fine well
you were laundering a pimp's money.

Everyone here is big enough
and ugly enough

to know what
they're getting themselves into.

Right, Fran?

Verónica, use your head, please.

- You're losing control.
- No, I'm not, Vicent.

You know when I did though?

The day you told me getting attached
to someone was a good thing.

That everything was alright.
But it isn't alright.

Not even a little bit.

I haven't been able to sleep
or do anything,

since Oscar has been gone,

I can't do shit.

The only thing that calms me
is seeing Alejandra.

Stay away from Alejandra,
do you hear me?

You are toxic. You're poison.

Don't poison her like you did Oscar.

We're here because Oscar lost his job
so he could shag you, dammit.

That's enough, Fran! Stop.

Get out.

I still can't understand how Oscar could
be confused between you and Alejandra.

- I never asked him to choose. Never.
- Of course not.

Because if he'd had to,
I'm sure he would have chosen Alejandra.

But you're damned manipulative
and you like having guys by the balls.

- What are you going to do with this?
- Let go of me! Get out of my house.

Get out of my house.

Get out right now and don't come back.

- Come on...
- No! You can go too.

- We're scared, Vero...
- Go.

Get out.

Dammit!

- It must be about noon.
- Noon?

I haven't woken up at noon
in a long time.

- Well, it's Saturday.
- Not even on Saturdays.

I'm going to take a shower, okay?

I slept in my bed with a man
and I feel weird.

Why do you feel weird? You did the same
with Verónica a few days ago.

I know, but it's not the same.

With Verónica, I felt as though...

As though Oscar
could have been between us.

- I don't feel that with Conrado.
- Because he's a guy.

Didn't your husband screw
the boatman too?

Katia, please!

Maybe it's because Verónica
knows you sleep with Conrado,

but Conrado doesn't know about Verónica.

No, maybe I feel weird
because a guy slept in my husband's bed,

now he's in my husband's bathroom,
possibly using my husband's things.

If that's the only weird thing,
why not tell him about Verónica?

I'll tell him if things get serious.

How much more serious?
He's busy shaving in your bathroom.

- Do you want him to show up with a ring?
- I'll call you later, okay?

I can dig out some of Oscar's underwear
or a shirt or something, if you want?

No, don't worry. I brought a spare.

I'm lying.

To everyone, including myself.

The first time, it was hard,

but now I'm getting used to it.

I'm living some sort
of roller coaster ride,

jumping from one bed to another,
one set of arms to the next,

between my late husband's lover...

and the cop who's investigating
his case.

I want to give it a go.

Now,
it's all beginning to merge into one.

The ex, the lover, the before,
the after, one body, then another...

I'm starting to feel a little confused.

So much so that I think
my brain has stopped paying attention

and...

I'm not seeing what's really going on.

"That's what happened to Ariadna.

She stopped knowing who she really was

and she turned into one of those
butterflies that flaps its wings

and causes an earthquake
on the other side of the world.

And that was what was about to happen.

You can't remove doubt
from your mind once it's taken root.

His wife was raped, Oscar.

He'd have to swim an entire ocean
to get that out of his head.

Or are you talking about you?

- Are you having doubts about your wife?
- No, I'm not.

- About Vero then?
- No, it's not that either.

On their own, I don't have
any doubts about either of them.

Maybe that's why I'm paralyzed.

Or maybe more like a headless chicken
jumping from one life to another.

I'm here and I don't want to be there
and vice versa.

I get it more than you know.
I was once with two girls.

Really?

- How did it end?
- In a threesome.

Asshole.

We were living together...

about a year, maybe less.

- The three of you?
- Yes.

- How did it turn out?
- It ended. Just like everything does.

Relationships come to an end.

Homosexual, heterosexual, only sexual.

And I'll tell you something,
it's better that way.

Either they end

or they end you.

I don't want anything to happen to you.

Listen to me.
You have to get out of La Albufera,

as far away as you can. Okay?

- It's enough for a new start.
- I don't want it.

You'll need it.

It's a matter of time before they come
for you like they did with Oscar.

Aren't we getting ahead of ourselves?

Andrés is a thief.

He has a few titty bars
and likes to threaten people.

Killing someone
is a different ball game.

That man killed Oscar.

You've always liked traveling, right?

Where have you lived?
Three years in Brazil,

two years in Vancouver and then
the winter you spent in Japan, remember?

Who knows, maybe now it's time
to go and do a safari in Africa.

How long will this safari
have to take, Vero?

When will Andrés forget
I tried to steal his money?

Shit... I didn't even know it was money
or that it belonged to Andrés.

Oscar was meeting someone,

he left the bag with me
and I didn't even ask what it was.

What do you mean
he was meeting someone? Who?

- I don't know. I didn't ask.
- You didn't ask?

- And you're telling me this now.
- I didn't think it mattered.

Why wouldn't something like that matter?

It was just a passing comment.

You'd just broken up
and I was worried about you.

He said he'd be back the next day.

I didn't see him again.

Think Andrés was his meeting?

He took his car for quite a drive.

Can I speak to Lieutenant Conrado,
please. Tell him Verónica Alfaro called.

Okay, thank you.

CALL ME WHEN YOU WAKE UP
WE NEED TO TALK

YOU OKAY? CALL ME
WHEN YOU GET THIS, IT'S IMPORTANT

Think about it, okay?

Well, him tying me to the bed
really aroused me.

But when he took my purse and
the silver figurines I loved so much,

- I didn't find it so funny anymore.
- Wait a minute.

A complete stranger came in your house
and you let him tie you up?

Who really knows anyone these days?

There's no singles' market
like there's a job market or so.

You can't approach a stranger
at happy hour, for example,

and ask for their ID.

There's quite a difference
between asking for ID

and taking him home.

I can't go fornicate
in the restroom of a bar.

I admit I had to take him home,

but he turned out to be very...
stimulating.

Creatively, I mean.

I wrote for about
four hours afterwards. Like, wow.

Wait. You're telling me you did this
to inspire your writing?

The truth is, they've asked
for my advance for the novel back.

And that was a massive blow.
I'd grown fond of my credit card.

- I need to come up with another story.
- So, get in a cab.

- Cab drivers have awesome stories.
- No.

You don't have
to experience it yourself.

Quite the contrary.

Life experience is what gives you
real power and authenticity.

Like my daughter.
Or you with your lesbian teacher.

Or like your mom
at 40 with that belly.

She didn't want to tell you,
but it'll be obvious soon.

- You're right.
- What do you mean she's right?

- About what?
- It'll be obvious in a few weeks.

And you'll have to tell Big Boss
and the whole office.

Do it before it's obvious, please.
Have a little bit of dignity.

I don't want Big Boss doing anything
for me, or this baby or...

He should do what he wants.

Why the hell do you care
if he feels okay about being a dad?

Or if he leaves his girlfriend?
The baby is yours.

You know what you want, right?

It's not always so easy to know
what you want, okay? It really isn't.

It is hard, but if all you do is
trying to escape by marching on blindly

you'll hit a wall and 'boom'.

Right, I'm going to Taracuellos to see
if I can find that guy from the photos.

Right.

Take Oscar's phone back,
I won't be using it anymore.

I'll call you, okay.

Conrado...

You bringing a spare shirt...

I'm sorry, maybe I've been a bit weird,
it's just...

it seemed a bit forward.

Don't get me wrong,
the sex is great, it's just...

I don't feel ready...

to be in a regular relationship again.

Not right now.

So what do you want us to do?

I want us to go back to making love on
your motorcycle or in public restrooms.

Things I've never done before
in my marriage or in my life.

Sometimes I think Oscar fell
for another woman because I'm too...

regular.

Honestly, I've been out
of the game for a while

and I don't know how
relationships start anymore.

I said no
to wearing Oscar's underwear because...

I don't know, I feel weird too.

Oscar was my friend and...

when what happened with Lucía went down,
he was there for me.

He stayed with me at my house

and slept on a busted sofa-bed
for a week.

The day that...

She was raped, I was on duty.

That's why
I wasn't with her at the party.

She was dancing with guys,
with her friends...

Some people told me
she was a little drunk, but...

who doesn't drink at a party?

I was calling her
and she wouldn't pick up.

She turned up at 6 am
smelling of booze and, well...

obviously I got mad.

Then she started crying

and she told me
that she'd been raped.

I took her to a clinic and...

and I stayed there on the other side
of the curtain while...

they rummaged around inside her
looking for traces of semen.

Oscar came to get me.

It was one of the darkest moments
of my life.

You're going to sober the hell up.

Leave me the fuck alone!

You almost beat one
of your neighbors to death.

You can't go around beating
the shit out of people over a joke.

It wasn't a fucking joke.
He was talking about my wife!

- He wasn't talking about anyone.
- He had paint on his hands.

Because he'd just finished
painting his bike.

- He didn't write those things.
- No.

Last week you got into a fight
with someone, and the week before that.

You're out of control, dammit!
You can't go on like this.

- You can't kill half of the town.
- Leave me the fuck alone!

Everything passes, Conrado.

You just need a little more time.

Anyway, those sons of bitches
will go to jail.

You have to stop torturing yourself.

I don't know how to talk to her.

I can't bear the silence at home.

Some nights I sleep at the precinct.

They found traces of three types of DNA,

two were from the guys
already locked up.

But there was a third.

She says only two men raped her.

Don't think that I don't feel like
I'm stealing somebody's place.

Anyway...

I'll go.

Conrado, wait.

You're not thinking of leaving
without having any breakfast?

- I had some coffee.
- Exactly.

Who's that?

Verónica.

You said we were in this together,
that I couldn’t do it alone.

Now you don't pick up the phone?
You haven't even checked your messages.

Stuff has happened,
I need to talk to you.

But... what stuff?

- I don't believe it.
- What is it? Calm down.

I won't calm down. I can't because
I've had the worst night of my life.

Thinking about Oscar
and everything that is going on.

And on top of that, Fran and Vicent
came asking for Andrés' notebook

and you know why?

Because they know Andrés
will go after them, just like I do.

And here you are at midday
without having left your pit.

I'm sorry but we didn't know...
It's Saturday...

And?
Don't people get killed on Saturdays?

Do pimps take the damn day off
on Saturdays?

Vicent told me Oscar was going to meet
someone when he left the money with him.

That he was in a hurry. And he
didn't the 1 mil in his car, right?

He then went to Taracuellos.
Here are the speeding fines.

The Albufera-Castellón highway.

May 8th at 8:45.

Did he tell you
who he was meeting in Taracuellos?

No.

I'll get changed
and we'll all go to the precinct.

You come here to point out that
I'm not investigating a crime properly,

when what you really want
is for me to go,

or for her to, and you know why.

Because you like getting
in the middle of couples.

You hate it, right?

That Alejandra loves me.

Do you hate
that she's happy or what is it?

I'm ready. Where's Verónica?

Where's Verónica?

She left.

I'm sorry. I have to go after her.
I'm sorry.

"The worst thing about not knowing
you're below an avalanche,

is not expecting to be crushed.

Ariadna was so distracted

with sex, with lust,
with living how her dead husband had

as though it were part
of her own liberation -

That she didn't realize
she was about to be run over.

Maybe the only way
to stop something following you,

is to turn around
and face it head on."

What happened?

Nothing to do with work, don't worry.

So why'd you make me come to the office?

So that you wouldn't think
it was something personal.

But it is.

I have good news and bad news.

- Shall I start with the good news?
- Sure.

You're going to be a dad.

The bad news is you'll be a single dad,
because we're not together anymore

and obviously I wouldn't let you
leave Minerva because of this.

I know how you are about kids,

I've seen you and I can imagine
what you'd be like with ours.

You may think we'd live in a house
with a picket fence by the beach,

but I don't want that.

The last thing I want is to screw up
your life when you're starting over.

So, that's that.

What's wrong with you?

You just gave me the best news
of my life. Are you serious?

Look, Jaume, it doesn't change anything.

We both carry on with our lives,
you with Minerva who's great

- and you look happy together.
- You just said I'm having a baby

and you expect everything
to go on as normal. Seriously?

You and I are history.

Do you know
what having a kid means to me?

Do you have any idea
what it means to me?

We tried for 20 years without any luck.

I didn't know that,
you never said anything.

You didn't want
to know anything about my life.

You just wanted to have fun.

And the weekends with your daughter,
which I get.

I didn't need a relationship.
I was happy with my life.

Do you know what, Katia?

Making love leads to affection.

It leads to love.
Especially after two years.

Even if it was just Thursday afternoons.
I felt that.

I thought you just wanted an affair.

You never asked.

But I'll tell you something:

if you think you can hide this the way
you hid us having more than an affair...

you're very wrong.

Has the forensic report
from Taracuellos come in yet?

They found two different sets of prints.

- One set is from Oscar León.
- And the other set?

We don't have anything.

Call headquarters
and light a fire under their asses.

We need to know
who the others are from.

Tell them to run a full check.
Against criminal records,

and against the ID cards from everyone
in the damn region if necessary.

- Whatever it takes!
- Lieutenant.

What?

You can't take evidence
out of the precinct.

Sometimes you have to bang a fist
to get the rat out of its hole.

Why did you leave like that?

Hey!

I'm sorry for not answering your calls.

It was only a few of hours of happiness.

Go then. Go and live your happiness
as long as you like. Go.

- Hey.
- What?

Look, I'm on an awfully
rocky road to recovery here.

- Awfully rocky.
- Oh yeah? And what about me?

I was just fine
until you came to my home

and put all these ideas in my head.

You got in my bathtub
and told me that Oscar was murdered.

- Like, that wasn't hard for me?
- What do you want me to do?

To be with me. For us to be together.

But not like nothing's going
on with Conrado. There is.

What's your problem?
I'm with him so I'm not with you?

- You don't understand shit, do you?
- Are you jealous?

I'm not jealous,
you don't understand a...

Stop telling me I don't understand!

I'm not stupid.
Just say what it is you want to say.

This isn't okay.

This isn't good for you,
or for Conrado...

Or for me.

You have to choose.

I don't want to choose.

I don't want to. I can't.

When I'm with him
I think I couldn't be with you,

but when I'm with you I feel the same.
You didn't choose, why do I have to?

I don't know, Conrado feels like home.

He makes me feel beautiful and brave,
like I can take on anything.

And you...

You make life seem easy.

You make me never want to leave here.

You bring me peace.

With you it's like vacation.

But you can't be on vacation forever.

- Oscar could.
- No, Alejandra. He couldn't.

Maybe at first he could

and it didn't matter
that he hadn't slept,

or that he had to take two flights and
a train to come see me. He didn't care.

You're back! But...

What are you doing?

- You came back early.
- I came back early.

Or if he had
to bring flowers to your mom

to make up for disappearing
from her birthday dinner.

And I didn't do anything.

I was in denial about you, about where
he got his money from, everything.

He had to die...

for me to realize what a huge weight
he was carrying on his shoulders.

- Are you okay, honey?
- I think I busted a stitch.

Why didn't you call me
to go to the hospital with you?

I didn't help him with that weight.

I did nothing.

I didn't tell him to stay
and I didn't tell him to go.

But I will tell you.

I will tell you. You have to choose.

Because if you don't...

This will all cause
one of us a mountain of pain.

Or all three of us.

No. No way.

Alejandra doesn't...

She's different.
She lives her life another way.

She would never consider...

I don't even know what to call it...
A thruple.

- A polyamorous relationship.
- How do you know?

- Because I know her. Very well.
- Come on, man.

Those are your shitty
religious prejudices speaking.

Oscar, imagine expanding your family,
your life, the love of all three of you.

People who think they can't
be happy like that, never will be.

I guess some can live
without those prejudices...

- and others can't.
- Right.

The ones who are domesticated.

Those of you who think you're safe
hiding behind your moral code.

But what about your blood?

What about what you feel in your heart?
Or in your balls?

You can ignore that,
but you can't make it disappear.

Think about it.

Tino, give me some salmon, but poach it.
I'm trying to avoid fried food.

- And hurry up, I just took my insulin.
- A glass of red wine.

You really look after yourself, bro.
You'll add years to your life that way.

So long as I outlive my wife,
that's fine. It's better for her.

- She'll miss me if I go first.
- Don't you worry about that.

Prisons are
in really good shape these days.

They have aircon, central heating,
even plasma TVs.

If you've got something to say,
get to the point.

People who pussyfoot around
end up getting stepped on.

I'd like to be clearer, but with
so many initials and crossings out

I don't know what I got my hands on.

The Organized Crime Unit should be able
to give me a better idea.

Damn. I lose my accounts book
and you just happen to find it.

I mean, I'm assuming you have more
than just that one page.

These things only happen in small towns.

Especially, when small-town cops like me

- go after small-town criminals like you.
- No fucking way.

You're playing the constitution card?

Criminals are murderers.

Rapists.

Like those three guys
poor Lucía bumped into.

But fiddling your accounts?
We've always done that in Albufera.

So, are you going to offer me a bribe?
Or are you going to threaten me?

You know what, man. I'm at an age now,

where I don't give a fuck
about anything.

You won't get away with this one,
Andrés my man.

Not even all your money
or your politician friends can help you.

You're going to take me on?

Knowing your wife's third rapist
is walking around free,

crossing paths with you every day.

- What the fuck are you talking about?
- Something else about small towns.

You hear everything.

And once upon a time... I heard
who your wife's third rapist was.

I don't get involved in other
people's business, but I bet you...

would like to ask him why he isn't
in jail with the other two, right?

Tino, get Conrado another beer.
He let this one get warm.

What happened?

Some people in this town still overstep
the mark where my wife is concerned.

And... I don't know.

I guess some wounds never heal.

Sorry, maybe I shouldn't talk
about her to you.

I've been lying to you, Conrado.

I am in a relationship with Verónica.

A relationship with a sexual side,
I mean.

I should have told you before,
but I didn't know how.

It was just so wonderful,
I went with it.

I guess that...

since Oscar died,
I've found it hard to feel happy.

And... I don't want this
to sound like an excuse,

but I'm aware I let myself
get carried away with that feeling.

The truth is I really like her.

And I like you too.

Every bit as much.

I don't know if it would be an option
for you to have something like that...

I've been wanting
to have this conversation for days.

And for days I've been swallowing
my pride and everything else

so I wouldn't lose you, but...

I can't. I just can't.

I'm like an old washing machine
that only has one program.

Until a week ago, I didn't even have
one of those programs

on my phone to send messages,

I don't understand
this social media shit...

and I'm not capable
of sharing the woman that I love.

Polyamorous
or whatever the hell it's called.

You know, sooner or later...

I'd start being unpleasant.

I'd... start asking questions.

I'd start imagining things and...

No, I don't want that.

I understand.

I really appreciate your honesty, but...

I need to be alone for a while, now.

Of course.

Mom, you need to send me the book.

I destroyed it, honey.
I'm writing another one.

I want to rewrite it
and talk about everything.

I want it known that I'm not ashamed.

"Ariadna no longer knew
who she really was

and she had turned into one of
those butterflies that flaps its wings

and causes an earthquake
on the other side of the world.

And that was what was about to happen."

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