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Rosalía?

The body they found was Kevin's.

Kevin.

It's 5 years past the statute of limitations.

No one's doing anything about it. I don't know where to start.

I asked who dealt with the case. It was Fidel Martín.

The judge and the authorities were keen to close the case.

Operation Gangrene. Irregular privatisations, money laundering...

Carmen Garcia Bofarull is listed as the sole administrator.

I want to draw you.

You think I'll strip off at the drop of a hat?

One of the most prestigious neurosurgeons in the world

has returned to the country to participate...

...or the sick have lower incomes.

So, to maintain a public health service...

- I wasn't expecting to see you. - Don't ever call me again.

I thought we could tell each other everything.

Not everything.

Playing chess is like telling a story.

The opening is like the first act, when the characters are introduced.

The pawns are like supporting actors.

They're far more important than they seem.

And on the wedding night,

the car went into a skid and they both died in the accident.

- Do we have to listen to this? - Bah! Have a toke!

And when there's a full moon, some drivers have seen, on this very road,

a girl with a blood-stained dress...

- hitchhiking. - Stop it, you're scaring me.

A girl with a deathly face, looking crazy...

That's enough! You're such an idiot!

Shit!

NIGHT AND DAY

CHESS

Car accident, multiple contusions. Suspected fracture to the right leg.

No ID.

Problems with the mayor's office.

- Because of the environmental impact? - No, it's not that.

One of the counsellors won't approve the project. He says it's too risky.

The project is perfectly legal, and meets all the requirements.

Yes, but part of the site has to be reassessed.

And the counsellor says that

it's akin to raising the value of the land artificially

- and that he won't approve it. - Can it be approved without him?

Yes, no problem. The Mayor has the casting vote.

But he won't use it till this guy let's it drop.

We need to sort this out.

Dausà is willing to double his offer.

- But he won't budge. - Go and talk to him.

Let him see that without his approval, things will be much worse.

I'd do it myself, but I can't be involved.

Well, I'm not sure if...

- I'll try my best. - Don't try. Do it.

Hey! I was just thinking: "He's leaving without a goodbye."

I wanted to thank you for everything.

And for thinking of me for your project.

I'll have to look carefully at your offer.

No, I'm not backing out. I just want to do things properly.

Thanks.

Martí, I'm off to London for a few days, then it's back to the US.

We'll keep in touch. Tell Joana I'm sorry I missed her. Goodbye.

At this stage, what are the pawns doing?

Occupying the centre.

And leaving space for the other pieces.

Everyone likes moving the Queen.

But you know it's a mistake bringing out the Queen too soon.

Excuse me, I'm looking for Àlex Garriga.

- Yes, in there. - Thank you.

OK. Adri, lower the top one a touch. A bit more.

- Excuse me. - Yes?

- Are you Àlex Garriga? - Yes.

You won't remember me. I'm the father of Kevin Álvarez.

That's you, isn't it? Piranha...

- My God, this photo is ancient. - Can we talk a moment?

Adri, I'm going for a smoke, OK?

I was a fat child.

They called me Piranha like the boy on TV.

They made my life hell in school.

- They call it bullying, no? - Yes.

But not Kevin. Kevin... wasn't like that.

We didn't talk much, but we were friends.

Did you know that they've found him?

- Did Kevin ever tell you anything? - About what?

Any problems, whether he felt threatened by anyone.

- We didn't talk much. - Anything would help.

Well, there was Cuervo, as we called him.

But I don't know...

Who is Cuervo?

A science teacher. We were all a bit scared of him.

I don't recall his name.

What did this Cuervo do?

They said he was gay. And that sometimes, in the lab...

You know what I mean.

- He got the sack. - For molesting kids?

I don't know. All I know is we were all a bit scared of him.

Didn't you tell the police about it?

- No, they never asked. - Right.

- Hey, do you work here? - I'm coming.

Sorry.

Cànoves, that was his name. Cànoves, the science teacher.

- Cànoves. - Thanks.

These are lovely.

- I'm not sure Carmen would like them. - But do you like them?

- We should go more expensive. - More expensive? Why?

If I say they were a bargain, she won't like them.

Lately, she sees everything as trashy. The furniture, the flat...

With what she's earning,

she's got this idea that we should get a bigger flat, one with a terrace.

But fuck! I've worked my guts out, sanding and painting.

She's acting strange. The new job...

- Right. - She never has any time.

Sònia is the same.

- Always coming home late. - How about these?

- Which ones? - These.

They're nice.

- I'll get them for you. - Come off it.

- Yes, I will. - No.

- Yes, we'll use them at the dinner. - What dinner?

The one you promised after you'd finished decorating the flat.

Our two couples dinner.

Sònia and Carmen haven't met yet.

They have. Through the Granny Killer case.

I mean personally.

Dinner tomorrow?

I'll check with Carmen.

I forgot to present some defence evidence,

and my client lost the case.

When I got outside, I sat on a bench and cried.

I was ready to give it all up.

Then Pol came over.

Handed me a pack of tissues.

Somehow, he made me laugh...

and we ended up having fun in a karaoke bar.

He's a great guy.

He helped me get through a time when...

Shame he has so little...

- Hello. How are you? - I miss you.

It wasn't a good idea to be apart all these days.

But it was worth it. I have good news.

Really?

- I'll tell you about it tonight. - Tonight?

I'm catching a plane at 8.

Tonight? Shall I pick you up?

My husband will do that.

- What's wrong? - What do you mean?

You seem...

Your voice sounds strange.

It's nothing. I've just been working all night.

That's good.

Have you missed me?

Yes.

- Say it. - Don't be silly.

Say it.

Of course I've missed you.

Yes, me too.

- Hey, where are you going? - Home.

She won't be back until tonight.

- Let me pass. - Carmen...

- I don't know what we're doing. - I don't like this situation either.

What do you expect me to do? We've been together 7 years.

She's my dealer. We have a contract.

It's not that easy...

The same goes for me.

At the end of the opening, the Rooks are connected

and we have activated our pieces.

We now have a plan.

But all kinds of problems emerge...

threats, conflicts.

The second act of the game begins.

And this is where it gets complicated.

Doctor. Doctor!

It's OK. You're in hospital.

You've been in an accident.

Don't you remember?

You were hit by a car.

You've broken your arm and a couple of ribs, but you're OK.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

How many fingers do you see?

One.

And now?

Three.

- What's your name? - Fàtima.

- Fàtima who? - Fàtima Nassri.

Fàtima Nassri. Let the police know.

What are you doing? You're hooked up to a drip.

I have to be home by 11pm.

Fàtima, it's 4pm.

What were you doing on that road?

What road?

How did you injure your crotch?

I... I don't remember.

Fàtima, don't be afraid.

It's likely that you've been sexually assaulted.

We have to inform the authorities.

Forensics will send a doctor to examine you.

My... my father...

We'll notify your family.

- Are you still here? - Look who's talking.

I had some reports to write up...

- How's it going? - Not good.

When you have no idea what might have caused the injury,

the possibilities seem endless.

You have to compare every facet, every point...

- So you've caught the bug as well? - What bug?

An obsession with this case.

- I'm just doing my job. - Sara's the same as you.

- Really? - Yes, she says this case is...

different from the others. I don't know about that.

All I want to know is... what caused this injury, OK?

Do you mind? You're blocking my light.

Is it worth working all these hours?

Aitor, don't you have any work to do?

Yes, sorry. I wanted to speak to Sara, but...

- Sara just left. - Did she?

Did she say where she was going?

Fàtima Nassri, 15 years old, from Badalona.

It seems she may have been sexually assaulted.

It looks like she was drugged.

- Let's see what she says. Thanks. - You're welcome.

You can't go in right now.

Hello, Fàtima.

My name is Sara, and I'm a forensics doctor.

I'm going to ask you some questions.

I have a friend called Fàtima. It's a lovely name.

The doctor says you don't remember anything about what happened.

Very little.

Can you recall what you were doing yesterday in Arrabassada?

Let's try and remember, shall we?

What did you do yesterday afternoon? Did you meet anyone?

- Yes. - Yes?

Yes, in the...

in the afternoon.

Some girlfriends.

Cris and Loli.

From school?

Yes.

It was Cris' 15th birthday.

Loli said a few days ago that there was a disco we could go to.

How old are you?

15.

Can you get into a disco at 15?

I took Yasmina's ID card.

- Who is Yasmina? - My sister.

- She's 18. - I've done the same thing.

- And your parents didn't...? - No, they wouldn't have let me.

They're very...

I just wanted to dance

and have a good time. That's all.

It's OK.

It's OK, Fàtima. What did you do afterwards?

I said I was going to study at a friend's house...

But I got changed and we went to the disco.

Did you speak to any strangers?

There was a boy watching me.

I was worried about getting home early.

But Cris wasn't...

And... and then the boy said:

"I have a car."

And I said: "OK."

He said: "One more and we'll go."

And he bought me a San Francisco.

Are you sure you didn't drink any alcohol?

No, I'm a Muslim.

Did you see them mix the drink?

No.

- He brought it to me. - Very well.

And you drank it. Then what happened?

I felt...

I felt a bit dizzy.

And... he said: "Let's go."

I wanted to say goodbye to Cris and Loli, but...

he took me outside and made me get into a car.

What was his name?

- I don't remember. - What did he look like?

Just an average boy. I don't know.

I think he kissed me.

And he touched my breasts.

But, he was just another boy. He made me laugh.

But the other one didn't laugh.

There was another man?

Yes.

The one who was driving.

He was older. He was quite old.

And then?

I don't know, I just keep...

getting flashbacks.

The air coming through the window...

a smell like... maybe like pine.

- We got to a house. - What sort of house?

- I don't know. - It's OK.

I just get flashbacks.

A dark staircase...

I saw a kind of animal head.

And a man.

What was this man like? Did you know him?

No.

He had a kind of... a kind of black mask on.

He kissed me on the mouth and I got a smell like...

- a bit like mint tea. - Mint.

Yes.

So, what happened next?

I don't know.

- It's OK. - I don't know!

- It's OK, Fàtima. Don't worry. - I don't know!

- Cànoves doesn't work here now. - But do you know where...?

Why are you looking for him?

We were at school together and we're having a class reunion.

Sounds terrible. Just a moment.

Here we are. Carles Cànoves.

It's a shame. He was a nice person.

Is that all?

For me, yes.

But the police will talk to you again about reporting the crime.

Oh, no. I'm not reporting the crime. No way, my parents, please...

Fàtima, you were interfered with.

I have to report it to the police.

Your parents must be informed about what's happened.

They may have given you a drug to stop you from resisting.

It's called date rape.

You were subjected to...

vaginal and anal penetration.

We'll have to do some blood tests to make sure

you haven't been infected with any disease.

And later on, you'll have to do a test.

- What test? - A pregnancy test.

Hey...

Hey...

It's OK.

Mr Cànoves?

- Carles Cànoves? - Yes. What is it?

I'm the father of Kevin Álvarez. Can we talk for a moment?

- What about? - About what you did to boys.

- What? - In the science lab.

- What did you do to the boys? - I didn't do anything.

Really? So why did you get the sack?

Let go of me.

- Look, my son was murdered. - What's that got to do with me?

- So you enjoyed touching boys? - Look, I don't want any trouble.

You molested a few of them, and you got the sack. Right?

Isn't that right?

I swear I never hurt a single boy.

- Never, I swear. - Did you do it to Kevin as well?

- Let go of me... - And with Kevin?

Let go of me!

And with Kevin?

- You're out of your mind! - Did you molest Kevin?

- Take your hands off me! - Answer me. And with Kevin?

Let go of me...

- What the hell are you doing? - We're just talking.

We're talking, for fuck's sake!

We're just talking! Talking, that's all!

Let's see what the tests say. After all this time,

it'll be hard to find traces of any substances.

Right.

By the way, I bumped into Martín. He said you may be the next director.

Me? I hardly think so.

Why not? Don't say you wouldn't like it.

Yes, but it won't be me.

You don't know that.

Since the tap was authorised,

there have been several calls to the office of Martínez-Ferri.

So there's still a link between her

and the office representing the interests of Martí Miró.

Here we have six calls on different days to Miró's mobile

to make appointments.

They don't talk about anything concrete.

She's also talked a few times to a counsellor in planning,

municipal technicians, Department of Health staff, and an estate agent.

And she's always very discreet: "We should have a meeting..."

"It may be best if we meet..."

Is it worth keeping an eye on her?

We have something interesting.

See this?

Our friend is involved with a man.

This court investigates financial crimes, not people's private lives.

Her flings don't matter if they don't affect the case.

Her lover is Damià Camps.

Long time companion of Mrs Joana Porta.

Married to Martí Miró. And?

Don't transcribe that part.

If the phone taps are only good for gossip...

I'm asking for one more week. I'm sure she's going to slip up.

One week.

But without results, there'll be no more extensions.

At this stage of the game

the King starts to come under the first serious threats.

At the same time, the Queen starts featuring more prominently.

Zurich is more depressing every day.

- Did you talk to the bank people? - Don't worry.

Don't worry?

With that bitch of a judge on my back?

- Grau won't play ball... - You said he'd accepted.

Now he's saying he has to look carefully at the subject.

- Leak it to the press. - I already have.

But he won't be happy.

And to cap it all, this girl, the lawyer...

I've told her to clear up an issue with Dausà and she's failed.

I'll talk to her tomorrow.

- Will you be sleeping at home? - No, drop me off at Damià's studio.

He's one of the most important gallery owners in Zurich

and he's proposed a Damià Camps anthology.

In Zurich and Paris too.

Do you realise what that means?

We'll have to ask for a few works on loan.

A photographer is coming tomorrow.

We have to start thinking about the catalogue.

Oh, and we're going to Paris in a few days.

A magazine wants to interview you.

I'll introduce you to some people, gallery owners, critics...

Fantastic.

- What's wrong? - Nothing. It's great.

What more can I do for you?

- Have you...? - It's nothing, some touch ups.

- You didn't need them. - Come on...

- I've missed you a lot, you know. - Stop...

Aren't you pleased to see me?

Yes, you are. Don't deny it...

At least one part of you is.

So?

Are you OK?

But I've called loads of times. From Solaris.

Look, I just want 5 minutes with the Mayor.

It's very important.

It's concerning Mr Dausà. Please give him the message.

Yes, of course. I'll call back.

Shit!

Hey, are you still angry?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

I want to see you.

- Isn't she back? - Yes, but she's busy all day.

Come on... I want to do things to you.

- What kind of things? - Naughty things.

- I can't right now, but... - Dirty things.

Hello!

- Who were you talking to? - The Jersey office.

How's it going? Martí said you had a problem.

Yes, it's the Dausà thing.

I know... But it's impossible to talk to the Mayor.

- I don't know what to do. - Why not tell me about it?

Tell you about what?

What's wrong with you. There's something wrong.

No, I...

- Maybe we're expecting too much? - No, not at all. I love the work.

- Personal problems, then. - Yes, with my father.

Family trouble. And with Pol, my partner.

- He isn't happy with things. - It's not just that, it's...

- It doesn't matter. - No, tell me.

We rented a flat a few months ago. He's reformed it, but I'm thinking...

I said: "Pol, we should look for another flat", but he thinks it's OK.

And I'd like something else.

- Where are you thinking? - Barcelona, central, with a terrace.

But I don't have time.

Miriam? Joana Porta.

Look, a good friend of mine is after a decent flat.

Yes, with a terrace.

Really? Perfect.

- They'll see us in half an hour. - What...?

An estate agency that owes us some favours. Good people.

It sounds like they may have something.

You were lucky he didn't report you to the police.

I'll thank him later.

That's enough. That poor wretch did nothing to your son.

How do you know?

Because the day Kevin disappeared he was in hospital with appendicitis.

I checked at the time. What do you take me for?

Víctor, what you did...

- No. - It won't happen again.

Listen...

I'm helping you because this case got lodged in my mind.

And because if we find whoever did it, it may do some good.

- Are we agreed? - Yes, of course.

- Yes. - What I'm saying is,

if we happen to find the one who did it...

I've been a policeman all my life. I thought my job was to enforce the law.

But I don't believe in taking the law into my own hands.

If we find this man, it doesn't mean we beat him up or kill him.

After what you've done,

I have a feeling, in fact I'm sure,

that if we find him, you'll do the same thing, but far worse.

That's not for me.

If we find this man, we won't be able to put him in jail.

But we'll publicly expose him,

and maybe that way we can bring about some change.

But if we're looking for him to beat him up, I'm not interested.

I said it won't happen again, didn't I?

If we find whoever raped and killed your son,

it won't happen again?

- No. - Rubbish.

- I swear. - Víctor.

- If that's the plan, count me out. - OK, I get the picture.

But if we find him, we ruin his life.

We leak it to the press. Get it online.

Expose him to his wife, his kids, his mother.

We destroy his life. That's for sure.

We're agreed on that. All right, enough said.

By the way, rooting around at home...

I came across this.

My colleagues used to laugh at me for writing everything down.

But here it is: A call from Juanjo Lemos.

He worked in a petrol station and said he'd seen a boy

who looked like Kevin in the photo, the day after he disappeared.

Why didn't anyone check?

We got hundreds of calls. We couldn't keep up.

- And we already had a suspect. - Me.

I doubt he'll still be working there after 25 years.

We'll find out today.

- I'm going with you. - No way.

- For fuck's sake, Fidel... - I said no!

If there's any talking to be done, it's down to me.

Víctor, Fidel is right.

Yes.

Víctor!

Have you hurt yourself?

Got any bandages?

Let's see...

- Pull it off. - OK.

- Does it hurt? - No.

Don't play the hard man.

Sara...

What?

Thank you very much.

For everything.

I don't know what I'd do without you two.

Go home.

They must be expecting you.

Take care of that hand.

Good morning.

I'm looking for a man who worked here a long time ago.

Juan José Lemos. Ring any bells?

Juanjo!

Yes, I called the police. What took you so long?

We've reopened the case. Could you try and think back, please?

Did I see the boy? Of course I did. Well, almost certainly.

I recall a big car rolling up with a man and a child.

He filled up, and the kid must have been hungry.

- The man bought him some sweets. - Sweets?

Or was it a packet of crisps? The ones with a balloon inside.

I don't remember that.

I remember the boy, because he was wearing a bright hat, on a slant,

like in the photos of him that went up everywhere.

That's what I noticed.

- And what was the driver like? - I'm terrible with faces.

But I'm good at remembering cars and I remember this one.

It was top of the range.

A dark green Mercedes with these stickers on it.

- What kind of stickers? - I don't know, just stickers.

- They were clearly related. - Why do you say that?

Because the boy just sat there.

When the man went to the toilets,

the boy just sat there munching on his crisps.

- Weren't they sweets? - Ah, they must have been crisps. Yes.

If he'd been kidnapped, he could have easily escaped, but he didn't.

- Do you see what I mean? - Yes, I see.

Here's the dining room.

And this is the lounge. So tastefully done.

If you don't want it, I'm leaving my husband and moving in.

I love it. But it's too big for the two of us.

You never know.

- How much is the rent? - 3,000 a month.

But as you're a friend of Mrs Porta...

They may let you have it for half that, right, Miriam?

Yes, of course.

I'll leave you to look around. I have some calls to make.

It's a lot of money...

Carmen, you should stop thinking about what you have,

and ask yourself what you want.

What do you want, Carmen? A small life in a small flat?

Don't you think you deserve more? That's what you should ask yourself.

And also, what you're prepared to do to achieve it.

We know you're giving your all, but sometimes that isn't enough.

Martí has opened all the doors for you.

In exchange, he expects solutions, not excuses.

Do you want this flat?

Look at it. Do you want it?

It could be yours. All yours.

Just stop making excuses and do what needs to be done.

By the way,

the Mayor who's not taking your calls...

Here's his personal phone number.

Mr Miró?

Hello.

Just to say that you can depend on me.

I'll sort out the Sant Feliu business.

- I'm going to meet the Mayor. - You're calling me on your mobile.

Yes, I'm sorry, it's just...

Mr Miró?

Get me that mayor's number.

Ramón Torres. It's the Dausà case. That lawsuit.

- But I thought he was clean? - For now he is.

Bloody hell!

Fàtima has arranged a dinner party with a work colleague.

A real pain who thinks he's funny.

- I know how it is. - Shit, I'm shattered.

I just want to go home and sleep.

I can't refuse, or she'll say I don't care about her.

Go.

- What about the recordings? - Don't worry, we can stay on.

- Are you sure? - I have no one waiting at home.

This stage of the game is the hardest.

There are complications, surprises, and unexpected turns...

that lead us directly to the end of the action.

The moment of truth.

- I've been calling you all afternoon. - Oh!

What were you doing in the dark?

It got dark while I waited for you.

Where have you been?

- Busy, doing stuff. - With whom? With him?

Who?

That man. The boy's father.

Aitor, please, you've been going on about that for days.

Let's not fight.

I had a call from the Department.

They're finally moving on the question of the new director.

So that's why you called, to tell me I hadn't been selected.

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

- Vivancos will do a great job. - Vivancos didn't get it either.

Well, I hope they haven't brought in an outsider.

They've asked me.

What?

They've offered me the director's job.

That's great, isn't it?

I still haven't said yes.

Why not?

Because I know you really wanted that job, Sara.

Because you're the right person for the job.

But they've offered it to you.

- What time did you tell them? - They should be here already.

I've sent Carmen two Whatsapps, but they didn't get through.

- Do you think they'll hit it off? - Yes, I'm sure. I hope so.

Sorry, don't I know you? Aren't you a police officer?

Yes.

- Don't tell me you're Pol's... - Girlfriend. Yes.

- You're Pol's girlfriend? - And you're Fàtima's.

Yes, I'm Fàtima's.

Kevin...

Kevin...

Bastards!

Bastards!

Bastards!

How can you be such bastards?

How can you be such bastards?

Bastards!

Bastards!

Bastards! Bastards!

Kevin...

Kevin...

- The flat's looking fantastic. - Beautiful.

Isn't it, Sònia?

There are still some final touches, but I don't have the time.

And Carmen's been so busy lately...

- Sònia never stops either. - Are you still a lawyer?

- Yes, of course. - I haven't seen you for ages.

She's left criminal law, it was a drag. She's doing company law now.

Really? Which company? Until recently she was with a big outfit...

Pol, they won't be interested in all that.

I just wondered...

- Anyone for more ice cream? - Are you still in Homicide?

I wish. She didn't have to work so hard there.

- Where are you now? - Fraud.

Professional Standards Department.

No, I'm really in a highly secret unit

investigating links with international terrorism.

Ignore her. She hates talking about her work.

I always thought I'd make a good cop.

I have a good nose. I suss people out straight away.

Of course, my job involves some police work too.

They've just found a body of a boy killed 20 years ago.

He had a hole here. Perfectly round.

For weeks I've been doing tests with my boss

to determine the murder weapon. We've tested all kinds of hammers...

- They're obsessed. - Yes.

- And what if they find out? - What do you mean?

- Well, it was more than 20 years ago. - Statute of limitations, yes.

But us forensics people, unlike cops, are scientists.

Am I right, Fàtima? We look for answers!

Coffee?

But why invest resources in a pointless exercise?

- Even if they find the perpetrator... - Our work isn't pointless.

In this case it is. The criminal won't ever pay for the crime.

Maybe he will.

If the murder weapon is the same as one used more recently,

it could be linked...

- Exactly. - In that case, he'd pay.

But first they'd have to find the criminal.

Carmen, months and years can go by,

but sooner or later we end up catching the criminals.

Sooner or later they slip up and we catch them.

Take it from me.

So is it coffee or a drink? We have a great orange liqueur.

- We should be going. - Already?

I only had 2 hours' sleep, I'm up at 6am.

Just a quick nightcap.

Don't insist.

Sònia has baddies to catch.

That I do. It's been great. Thank you.

Look, I'm not having this.

Next time, come on a day when you can sleep in.

Right. We'll meet again soon.

Víctor.

Víctor.

- For fuck's sake... - Víctor, hey, it's me!

It's me! Víctor!

- Hey! - You've come back.

My love, what is it?

As we approach the end game, things become more intense.

Time is running out and you have to take risky decisions.

Dinner went OK, didn't it?

You and Sònia got a bit touchy towards the end, but it was OK.

Next goal: Get a dishwasher. Right, babes?

Hey, Carmen...

What's wrong? Where are you off to?

I don't want to live here with you.

What are you saying?

I can't...

I don't want to...

Hang on, is this a joke? Are you playing a trick on me?

I don't love you any more, Pol.

I'm sorry.

I don't understand. What have I done?

Nothing. You haven't done anything.

I've met someone else.

What do you mean?

Who is it?

No, wait, Carmen. Let's talk about this.

I can't. I can't do this now.

Carmen!

Babes.

- So did you understand it, Lia? - Yes, every game is a story.

Some end well, others badly.

- And what does that depend on? - On us.

You go first.

"The words we said to each other are true

"and love's mirror is a true reflection.

"In a few years' time you may recall

"that someone loved you very much.

"And a sweetness will rise in your throat.

"The same sweetness I feel now

"as I remember you in my solitude.

Nothing is worth more than a moment of love."

I've got it.