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Monday, October 17

Monday, October 17, 5.23 am

Do you see anybody?

No, let's move!

Shit, it's so heavy!

- See anyone? - No, let's go!

- Damn, it's heavy! - Use your legs, too, Ana!

OK, one, two, and... Lift him up!

There!

Yes, yes.

I'm telling you, it's two hours from here.

Two hours? That's damn far!

Oh my god, listen!

See?

They're fading. They're not coming here!

It's not about us!

Fuck, I...

I don't want to die, Ana. And neither do you.

You have two kids. And one grandchild on the way...

Ivan's.

He'd want you to take care of him or her. With me.

The two of us. Together.

I don't know how, but I promise we'll find a way

to make some sense of all of this.

Promise?

I promise.

Come on!

- Got him? - Yes.

- On three, OK? - Yep.

It's so heavy.

Wait, we need to put it...

- Watch out. - I can't hold him anymore.

- It's so heavy! - Hold on just a bit longer!

We're just about there.

OK, on three then.

One...

Two...

Three!

Yolanda!?

What are you doing here?

I won't say anything, OK?

Yoli, what did you see?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing, I swear.

- Yoli... - I swear!

I'll just go now, OK?

Don't touch me! I saw and I know everything!

I know you killed Nestor.

And that you threw his body down that cliff.

And that you're pregnant from Ivan.

OK, yeah, right.

It's all a bit fucked up but let us just explain...

Don't move!

So explain.

Let's see.

After he killed Ivan, Nestor was about to escape.

I swear to you I tried to prevent it but, damn, Yoli,

he threatened to call the police. He planned it so that all proof

would point to me!

It's true, I was there. He confessed.

- She heard it all. - I did.

Then, when you... when she took the duck and hit him over the head...

Twice.

You know the stone ducks at our house? With the heaviest one.

- I had no choice. - It just happened.

Seriously?

Yeah.

Are you telling me that killing him,

lying to the police, faking your kidnapping,

hiding the body, and throwing him over a cliff was all you could do?

Well, kind of...

You weren't there.

Of course not.

But if I had, I'd be telling you the same thing.

Go to the police and tell them everything!

No, Yoli.

No, please...

Get away from me!

- We can't go to the police. - I just killed someone!

And I'm at her side.

Which means telling her to go the police!

- No! We can't tell the police, or anyone! - No one at all!

- What are you saying? - If they find out we're fucked.

- But you're already fucked! - OK but even more fucked.

- We'd go to jail. - Especially me.

Especially her.

- But... - But me too and...

- Pregnant! - I will not go to jail pregnant.

- I'm having a grandchild. - Enough already!

Enough. Have you both gone mad?

- No, get off! - Yoli, please!

No, no, shut up, will you!

I will not obscure a crime!

- But... - I won't be a murder accomplice!

And neither should you two.

I'm going to go.

And you'll let me!

And I'm going to the police and...

If you want to come too...

- But Yolanda, please... - Leave me alone!

If you'd heard him, Yoli...

When he told it all...

He wasn't even sorry, he was proud of it!

What if it had been one of your kids?

What would you have done in my place?

YOU SHALL NOT LIE

Three days later Thursday, October 20

Welcome.

- Everything's ready. - Thank you.

Come on.

Lucia.

Whenever you're ready.

Belmonte.

Belmonte is more than a community of neighbors.

Much more than the place where we live.

It's a way of understanding life.

A way of sharing it.

Belmonte is a family.

Right?

I grew up here, hearing this.

But what good was this family to Ivan when he was still alive?

Who lent him a hand when he needed it?

What's all this show about?

None of you knew Ivan.

And you never wanted to.

If anyone had listened to him,

to understand what he was going through, Ivan would still be alive.

That's the kind of place Belmonte is.

A place of smiling faces

that look the other way when it's not their problem.

Because we believe that if we seem happy, we are happy.

But no.

We're not.

And Ivan wasn't either.

And we did nothing about it until it was too late.

We're all guilty of his death.

And you, Mom,

will you do something so justice may be done about his death?

Or are you too busy coaxing Daddy into coming back to you?

Lucia, please...

His murderer is at large because you let him get away.

You opened the precinct's door so he could escape.

Touché...

Hi, Arturo.

Did you come to see her?

Well...

Honey...

You have a visitor.

Look who's here.

So... how is she?

Any news?

The neurologist came by yesterday.

He says it's looking good.

That she could wake up any moment.

- Wonderful... - Yeah.

Hi.

Hi.

- I brought some fresh clothes, Dad. - Great.

So...

I'll head off for a shower, I guess.

Not that she wakes up now and...

Then goes and faints again from the stench!

The doctors say it's safest if she didn't wake up.

- But your father just said... - Right.

I know what my father says.

Oscar!

- Did you bring shampoo? - Yes.

Natalia is in the rooftop terrace with my sister.

Oh, thanks. I'll go and get her, then.

I'm really sorry, Yoli.

I'm sorry.

Natalia.

Shit.

- Listen... - What do you want?

Hi, for one?

Look, I'm worried about you.

You don't sleep at home, you don't answer the phone or messages...

I'm fine. Less worried now?

- Hi. - Hi, Iris.

- Natalia, I'd like for us to talk... - I don't want to!

You need to leave me alone. Can you fucking do that?

I know how difficult this is, but we need to be together now.

- To help each other. - How could you help me?

Well, share with each other how we feel. It helps.

You're the last person I'd share them with.

Really?

- And why is that? - Because you're a liar I don't trust.

I'm not coming home until Dad does.

- He's wanted for murder. - But he didn't do it.

Me, neither.

- I wasn't going to say that. - Yes, you were.

You believe Dad or I killed Ivan.

And you're incapable of trusting us.

That's not true.

OK. OK, Natalia.

I'm sorry, OK? I'm doing what I can and...

- I'm anything but fine, either. - Yeah, right.

What do you mean by that?

- Are you happy he's gone? - No! How would I be?

Of course you are. You always wanted him to leave.

Now can you leave me alone, please?

No, have them shower first and then have dinner.

Yes, Mom, a few days longer.

The what?

His soccer sneakers? I think he left them here, wait.

Ana?

I have no idea where they are.

Let them play with their other ones.

Yeah, the other... those, yes.

Fine, good. We'll talk again later.

Very good, thanks.

They'll keep them the whole week.

Come, take that off.

- Come on. - It's broken...

Was that you?

What do you mean? I didn't do anything.

It wasn't like this. Someone must have broken it.

Probably Sarita while cleaning.

I told her not to come in here.

There must be some glue around here...

Let's see...

Will you help me, or don't you care?

Right, how does this...

The...

Maite!

- How kind of your daughter... - Yeah, just great.

- A woman claims to have seen him. - Where?

Near the freeway to France.

She's sure it was Nestor and took picture.

Fucking hell, another nutcase.

How's it going? Any news on Nestor?

Nah. But so much bullshit you wouldn't believe.

Last night, a lady claimed Nestor was her husband

and wanted us to take him away.

Natalia thinks I'm like that woman.

She says I'm happy he's gone.

It's not very cold but serves the purpose, right?

Can you throw that away?

You don't look so bad since he's gone.

I'm a bit with Nat, that you don't want me to find him.

Don't judge a book by its cover.

Besides, why would you say that?

You come every day, and when there's no news, you're relieved.

- Not true. - Oh, come on, girl.

What do I know? It's all so weird...

So I put on a weird look, too. That's it.

I don't blame you.

Once I get him, you'd have an ex in jail.

Know what that means? Visits, embarrassments, it's...

A total drag, I can tell you that.

If you look at it that way... Want some?

As if you hadn't thought of it.

I came to bitch about our daughters.

Could you please not take her side?

Did you hear how Lucia let me have it at the service?

I heard about it.

I don't get it. Every time that girl feels bad she takes it out on me.

Because we're the mothers.

In the end, it's always them moms' fault.

Every time I do something wrong I find myself blaming my mom for it.

That's because you're like your mom. But Lucia and me, fire and water.

Excuse me? I'm not like my mom!

- Yes you are. A bit. - What?

- Don't be upset, there's a few points. - You're kidding.

- Fuck off, Maite. - You fuck off.

- It's nothing bad. - I'm not like her!

- Fine. - You, however, are fixated on yours.

- Bullshit. - Fixated.

Maite, you'll scratch the car.

- Get a haircut. - Go to the park to drink.

- Nice tone. - The moron.

- You know what? - What?

Oscar asked me to stay on top of the insurance issue.

About Yolanda's accident, as a personal favor.

They're not going to pay a dime because, get this,

Yolanda was doing 120 with no seat belt on.

Weird, or not weird?

In 25 years, not one traffic incident.

I don't know...

People have their secrets.

Maybe we don't know as well as we thought.

No idea.

Excuse me.

The glue you need for pieces of a model?

Right aisle, over in hardware?

In the back, over there.

Hi.

No, don't.

How are you doing?

Good.

I'm glad.

Well, not...

I know.

And you?

I'm sorry about Ivan.

What your father did isn't your fault, OK?

I'm sorry about Ivan, too.

My dad didn't do it.

I'm so sorry you have to go through this, dear.

It wasn't him.

Any news on your mom?

No.

Give her a kiss.

Sure. Done.

Monday

Alright, we're here.

- Fuck. - Damn.

Jeez...

- Alright... - What do we do?

Nothing. We're here, chilling.

- Yep. - Easy, Yola.

Hi, Willy.

How are you?

I'm sorry, I know it's bad timing but...

I sent you a text in case you wanted to talk...

Right, yes. Thanks.

I mean, no. I don't want to talk to anyone.

I mean, with them, yes, but...

No, right. I totally understand.

Listen, I'm very sorry about Ivan, really. If there's anything...

No, I'm sorry.

I'll be heading my way, but anything at all, just...

OK, Willy, we get it!

Alright then, bye.

OK, so I better be off before anyone else sees us together.

She won't talk, will she?

No.

I trust her.

- Me too. A lot. - Right.

And Willy?

- Neither will he. - Right.

We slept together the other day.

Oh, alright.

Honey!

Where've you been?

What's going on?

It's bad, then...

I can't.

Easy. Whatever it is, we'll deal with it.

Something happened.

What did?

I can't tell you.

I promised.

I won't tell on you.

Marriage is an exception to that rule. Everyone knows that.

Honey, when someone says, "Don't tell anyone!"

the husband and the wife are an exception.

Seriously, that's how it's always been.

Maybe if you guessed it on your own...

OK, fine.

Ready?

- It's about Iris. Oscar? - No.

- Sure? - Yeah, sure.

Then I'm lost.

More names, go ahead.

- I can't think of any. - Just try. By chance.

OK.

- The first that come to your mind. - Let me think...

I just don't know if it's not about Iris or...

I don't know, about...

It's about Ana and Macarena!

Ana and Macarena. Fine. What happened to them?

Ana...

Killed Nestor.

And they threw his body over a cliff.

Yeah, right!

- Seriously? - Yeah, I know, I know!

I'd have to tell the police.

But it's that...

Nestor killed Ivan!

It changes everything, right?

What if it was us? It's that...

What do you think?

- Yoli, Yoli... - What?

This morning, when I woke up,

I remembered something.

Yesterday, at the graduation,

Nestor and I were in the parking lot all night.

Really?

I didn't lose sight of him for a second. I'm 100% sure he didn't budge.

Understand what I'm saying?

Nestor cannot have killed Ivan.

What?

But then...

No.

He confessed.

- Did you hear it? - Mac and Ana did.

Maybe he said something similar.

They misunderstood and attributed it to him without asking again.

Happens all the time to me.

That's not how it was.

- Ana heard him confess. - OK, let's assume he did.

- But he did! - OK, so he did.

But it wasn't him.

Why would he do that?

A ruse.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Ana...

Sees her son is dead, her rage takes her to Mac's and Nestor's house...

...Where she kills him, thinking he's the murderer.

Then she realizes it was a mistake.

And Mac

covers for her because she feels guilty about Ivan.

Then they invent the story

about Nestor's confession

so that you won't tell on them.

- That's not what I was thinking. - Really?

No.

The way I see it,

Nestor confessed

to protect Macarena.

- So you think Mac killed Ivan? - It could be.

Mac wasn't there for the start of the Flamenco dance.

She came in late and very suddenly, and...

...When the police arrived, she disappeared behind the stage.

Holy shit, Yoli.

What do we do?

- What do we do? - It's just...

I need to be sure.

I have to talk to her.

Thursday

We need to be careful. Someone could see us.

So...

How are you?

Pretty bad. And you?

Bad. Bad, too.

I was about to call you a thousand times.

Me too, Ana, but we have to hold out.

They may be tapping my phone, or whatever.

It's just that... all this...

About Ivan...

I know.

...And about Nestor.

Yeah, I know.

- And about Yoli. - Ana...

Right, I know. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Is that Ivan's horse?

Hi, precious...

- No doubt he misses him too. - Yeah.

You could ride him.

I can't ride a horse.

Well, if you want, I...

No, you can't!

You won't ride him, will you?

No.

What were you going to say?

- Nothing. - You were about so say something!

- No. - You were saying something!

- You can't ride, you're pregnant! - Stop telling me what to do!

I don't know if I'm keeping it!

What?

Look, I'm just saying...

- I have the right to decide, don't I? - You promised!

Ana, I'm not saying I won't, just that I need to think about it.

- You don't have the right to! - I refuse to discuss it any longer.

But you promised in that car!

Ana, stop pressuring me with this, please stop!

I'll only have it if I'm sure. Right now, I'm full of doubt. To the brim.

- But it's Ivan's. - I know.

I know but...

I need to be sure, Ana, and...

I'm not.

- I'm just not. - Wait, hear me out!

Ana...

Before you decide anything... Alright?

Have it and I'll adopt.

It's only nine months.

You'd be like a surrogate mother.

You won't have to do anything, not even see him, I'd take care of it all.

Ana, stop it. Now!

- I need to think, so let me! - Don't do anything, please!

Monday

Now inhale deeply once more.

Now exhale slowly.

Now imagine a calm surrounding that conveys peacefulness and serenity.

It could be a beach.

The mountains...

Yoli?

Where do you come from?

I went for groceries.

You got wet.

Right. Some sprinklers got me wet.

Nothing big. I'll be going. I need to change.

And the grocery bags?

In the car.

You're not taking them?

Sure. Later.

- I'm a bit cold right now. - I'll help if you want.

Yolanda, what is it?

We need to talk.

Come in.

Nobody home?

Natalia's upstairs, having a nap.

Alright, what, Yoli.

What did you want to tell me?

Well...

Arturo says he was with Nestor during the whole Flamenco night.

So he couldn't have killed Ivan.

You told him?

No.

No? Fine.

So...

It's not possible.

It's impossible because Nestor confessed it.

And Ana was there in front of him. We both heard it.

So it's impossible.

Arturo is mistaken.

Besides, it's not like his memory is the most reliable.

Why do you say that?

Well, because...

Arturo... Come on, you know!

No, I don't. What is it?

You know, his thing with the...

- With what? - With the joints.

He smokes joints.

Sorry I have to break it to you like this but how could you not notice it?

- Just look at how small his eyes get. - Of course I know about it.

But he doesn't smoke that much. Just every now and then.

Very little, actually. At night.

But what does this have to do with the other... the other thing?

If he was stoned, he won't remember well.

Right.

Obviously.

Besides,

it's better if you don't mention this to Ana.

She'd go nuts.

I'm sorry but I need to take a shower.

Oh, of course! Sure, I'm sorry.

I'm having a terrible time with all this, too.

But we can't talk about this anymore.

Sure, of course.

- I'll call you tomorrow if you like. - Great, yeah.

And tell Iris she's welcome to come over anytime.

It would be a big help for Natalia for sure.

Right.

Bye, Yoli.

Thursday

No, Maite, my mother would've never driven without a seat belt.

She wouldn't even let us ride our bikes without a helmet.

120? Never, ever! It's a hoax.

I checked myself. Went there, saw the car, talked to the techies.

It must be a mistake.

So I thought. But they say she did it on purpose.

On purpose? Meaning?

That she wanted to kill herself.

Can you believe it? Those morons.

But Maite...

I know, it's absurd.

And since she crashed into the Belmonte sign

they say you need to cover the costs.

What? We're not paying shit!

Why would she want to kill herself?

No idea, they say maybe money problems.

- I know that's bullshit but... - Money problems?

No. Right, Dad?

Of course not.

They said it could be mental problems, too. Was she taking medication?

Pills?

No.

- A paracetamol now and then. - She didn't take anything, she was fine.

- It was an accident. - Of course it was. What do they know?

If anything was wrong you would have noticed.

Yes. I mean, the whole thing with Ivan threw us all off quite a bit.

The last time I spoke to her was last night.

She made gazpacho and croquettes.

And you didn't notice anything either?

No.

She got up early.

She hadn't slept well, went for a run.

Came back later, had a coffee and...

Left.

We hardly spoke.

She looked tired. Apart from that, nothing special.

Totally clear that she must have been tired and that she left.

Where to, by the way?

No idea. To the school?

To help clean up after the Flamenco.

To help.

As always.

That's Yolanda.

OK, I'll see what I can do.

I'll speak to them. This can't stay like this.

Excuse me. Yes?

A fire?

What?

- Gotta go. - Thanks, Maite.

Say that again?

Are you sure?

Where?

I'm heading over. Yes.

I'm going. I'm meeting Oscar.

Wait a sec.

Wait.

I want to show you something.

Sit down.

What are you doing?

- What was that about? - You want to mourn Ivan.

I get it, he was very important to you.

- But don't mythicize him. - Is this about me attacking Mom?

This is your revenge.

No. But I don't want this to become a trauma as if it were your fault. It isn't.

It is our fault!

You posted the video and can't get it out of your head. Fine.

You need them to find Nestor. But they won't.

How do you know that?

If Mom would just do her work for once, maybe they would!

Ivan treated you like a pig.

In the beginning, you weren't nice either.

But what happened after that isn't your fault.

Answer it.

I'm already running late.

Move on.

- Yes. - Sergio.

- Where are you? - At home.

OK, come outside. Come out to the door.

Come out!

Come out now, fuck, Sergio!

And open the garage.

- Someone's following me. - Again?

Yeah, but this time it's true.

Stop it, Mac. You're paranoid. It won't do you good.

No, I'm not. I swear a car's tailing me.

- Sure... - Yes.

- And who? - How should I know?

See, there he is!

Who are you?

What do you want?

What?

What?

Monday

Turn left in 300 meters...

Welcome to Belmonte

You will arrive at your destination in 75 meters...

You have arrived at your destination...

Over here...

Two hikers reported the fire.

The firemen put out the fire and informed us.

There were recent traces of someone who was here

although the hut wasn't used for years.

We brought in the forensics and the dogs.

Once released, the dogs took up a scent and ran.

They stopped after 30 meters, just about there.

The forensics dug carefully and found him a meter down.

Mortimer!

Let's go in.

They buried him in lime.

Impossible to tell who it is.

We'll have to get him out and do an autopsy.

But the forensics found a ring on him.

Here, have a look at the inscription.

Nestor?

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