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It's the same student that, just a few days ago,

appeared in a sex tape with his teacher.

According to police sources,

the body was found on the rocks by a cliff top in Belmonte.

The victim appears to have been stabbed to death

though the police spokesman declined to comment further

for reasons of confidentiality.

Let's remember that the sexual relationship

was revealed by the victim's own diaries.

According to these diaries,

the relationship began when the victim was still a minor.

Asked on the matter, the victim declared

that the sexual nature of the relationship was merely the fruit of his imagination.

15 HOURS EARLIER

Yes.

Yes.

Hang on a second, OK?

What is it?

Paella?

- Nata's idea. - It cures everything, right?

At least that's how your grandma used to cure everything.

So, do the tomatoes.

No... No way!

- Without tomatoes. - With tomatoes.

- You heard her! - Please.

Just a little.

OK, just a little.

I'm going to get the rice out of the cupboard.

OK.

So...

I slept with someone.

What?

Yes.

I cheated on you too.

No... That's not true.

Why would I make it up?

I don't know, Nestor, but it's a lie.

No, it isn't.

OK.

With who?

With Sofia.

And when were you going to tell me?

I wasn't planning to.

But you decided to now?

Now? Now you're telling me this?

Fuck, Nestor!

You've been treating me like shit for cheating on you, and you?

With Sofia...

What happened to

your flawless concept of trust? Where did that go?

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

You know what?

It doesn't matter.

- It does. - No, it doesn't.

- Sure it does. - Watch the food.

What are you doing?

Smoking, that's what... Smoking.

I want to start over.

One minute you don't want to talk to me and now you want to get back together.

We're cooking a paella

at 10 in the morning, because even our daughter

knows that we won't talk otherwise.

You don't want to talk now?

- You're a dick. - Yes.

Yes.

Yes, I am.

So, then...

All forgiven?

I want us to forgive each other.

And...

Why now?

- Because you're pregnant. - Well...

I'm not sure it's yours... I'm practically convinced it's Ivan's.

We've been trying for ages and now I get you pregnant? I know...

But...

I don't know...

It got me...

thinking about Natalia's first months.

The first few years were incredible,

The way the three of us shared things.

But later...

The agony of trying to get pregnant again, two abortions...

We went through some tough times together, but...

I've never felt...

so alive...

or so connected to someone than to you during that time.

I want to get it back. I want to get back that feeling we had

and that understanding we had.

And yes, we had our fights and our problems,

but we also had a joint project that united us.

We weren't just a family.

We were two happy people.

Proud to be building that family, Maca.

- What if they lock me up? - They won't.

But what if I do?

Ivan's lying.

Yolanda will talk to him and he'll backpedal.

Look.

Once all this is over...

I want us to try and start over.

I don't know how we got here,

but that baby's an opportunity.

Nestor...

I don't care.

Just knowing it's yours is enough for me.

Something's happened to Ivan.

YOU SHALL NOT LIE

- Ivan Soler's family? - Yes.

- How's my son? - Don't worry, your son's out of danger.

We pumped his stomach and now he's sleeping.

You can see him when he wakes up.

Will he be able to come home?

He should be admitted to the psychiatric ward.

To evaluate whether he might try again, see if he needs medication, etc.

- Whatever needs to be done, Doctor. - Good...

You can see him soon.

Thank you.

It's OK, he's out of danger. - Good.

They want to do mental checks.

Yolanda.

What are you doing here?

I came to bring you this.

Have you read it?

I want to talk to you.

Leave the letter and go. Yolanda, leave me alone.

People will want to help,

especially your family, but they won't be able to.

They won't understand,

not even you understand what's happened.

What the hell do you know?

I've been where you are right now.

I was 15.

In the house opposite ours lived another girl.

Our parents were friends, but we ignored each other.

We were too different.

Even though we didn't get on,

her dad always paid me special attention.

At every dinner or barbecue, we had our little moment.

He would ask me my opinion and listen to me.

He said I had a gift, that I didn't judge things

according to what people said, but to how I felt.

He said my lack of prejudice was what made me special.

Through his eyes, I saw a better version of myself.

Smarter, prettier, more interesting.

He gave me confidence and I felt better about myself.

More secure.

One day, I realized he was looking at me differently.

It was subtle. Neither my parents,

nor anyone else noticed it, but...

I did.

I didn't have much luck with boys and...

The way he looked at me gave me butterflies I'd never felt before.

It was our little secret.

An unspoken one but which we both knew was there.

In his eyes...

In the quiet moments, in our touch...

In that second when his hand touched mine...

And in his smile.

I became obsessed.

When it had been...

days without any dinners or barbecues,

I'd hope to bump into him when I took out the trash.

I'd watch through the window, so I could wave at him

when he got back from work. When that happened,

his eyes were always ready to make me the center of his universe.

So I got closer to his daughter.

I offered to help her with her exams.

I liked her better by then, but...

it was an excuse to be near him.

That went on for...

Six months.

Until that summer.

When the girl who'd become my friend...

invited me to sleep over.

I was there with him all afternoon, going in and out of the living room.

My embarrassed looks, his compliments...

During dinner,

I couldn't hear what his wife or daughter were saying.

It was just background noise to the way we were looking at each other.

I felt more mature than ever.

That night, I couldn't sleep. I was aroused.

I waited for my friend to go to sleep.

I got up to go to the bathroom. I told myself I was thirsty,

so I could go down to the kitchen where the light was on.

And there he was.

All alone.

Sitting drinking a beer.

We looked at each other.

Shared some short sentences and very long pauses.

A glass of water and I don't know how, but we ended up

listening to music inside his car in the garage.

Him at the wheel, me by his side.

It was a game, both innocent and kinky at the same time.

I felt so lucky.

That was the last time I ever felt like that.

He said that...

we had to go to sleep.

He gave me a goodnight kiss on the cheek, as if he were about to

get out of the car, but...

He stayed put.

Then he gave me...

another kiss on the neck.

And a third one on the lips.

Then he put my seat back and suddenly I was...

lying face up and...

I could barely move.

He kept kissing me and I...

My heart was racing, I felt...

confused by my own feelings.

Then he touched me under my clothes.

He lifted up my pajama shirt.

He was very gentle, not at all aggressive, but...

I...

I felt...

Dizzy.

Petrified.

I didn't want to do it.

I didn't want it to happen, I wanted him to stop.

But I was incapable of saying a single word.

I remember...

closing my eyes, trying to escape that place...

When he pulled down my pants and penetrated me...

Well, my virginity was lost.

I don't know how long it lasted, but it seemed long.

I just remember going back upstairs...

to my friend's room and getting into bed.

I couldn't sleep.

The next morning, I had breakfast with them.

I wasn't hungry, I...

I couldn't look him in the eye.

I hated him.

And I felt guilty.

I wanted to leave, I wanted to yell at him.

They asked if I felt ill.

I wanted to tell them...

But I said no.

At one point, we were left alone together...

I looked at him.

As if...

hoping to find the right words, or...

I don't know...

But he did something much worse than ignoring me.

He treated me as if nothing had happened.

With the same kindness and friendliness...

and distance as he would've treated any of his daughter's friends.

I went to school, went back home and got into bed.

My parents though I had the flu, but...

I was falling down the rabbit hole and...

I fell completely.

I don't know what your story is, Ivan...

But I know that we both feel betrayed.

That we've been taken advantage of.

It's so overwhelming, you just want to die.

Right...

I haven't read it.

Whether you lied or not...

I know how you feel about Macarena.

And it's not doing you any favors.

Put an end to it. Turn the page on this chapter of your life.

It's the only way you'll be able to move on.

Look, Mac,

- it's not that bad. - Not that bad, Sergio?

Mac, he's out of danger. I'm just saying that maybe...

He tried to kill himself! How can that help us?

Are you hearing what you're saying?

- Does it make sense to you? - It's not your fault.

Not my fault? It is my fault.

It's my fault because I sent the fucking video, OK?

What?

I sent the video.

Ivan recorded it and sent it to me. When I saw it...

When I saw myself there... Fuck!

I felt disgusted with myself.

I didn't know what the hell

I was turning into, but I couldn't... carry on like that.

So I sent the video...

I just wanted to destroy everything so that...

I couldn't ever go back.

You're losing your marbles, Mac.

Yup...

Shit, Natalia...

Natalia, let me explain. Natalia!

- I'll go. - Natalia.

Nata!

14 HOURS LATER

Mom, we've hidden the knife and the phone, OK? But don't say a word.

Dad's calling Uncle Sergio, but don't you say anything.

Dad's orders.

Fuck! Can I have one?

Thanks a lot for bringing my daughter into this.

Same as you did with mine.

Do you care about your daughter?

Of course I do and you know it.

You wouldn't say her dad's a murderer if you didn't believe it, right?

Fuck, Mac, help me. Help me out here.

I'm going to wait for Sergio to get here.

Dad's orders, right?

You know what?

All this paternalistic stuff is a load of shit!

You went public with your sex tape to break loose and now you're defending him?

I'm not defending anyone.

Look, Mac.

Diego's car was a few meters from where Ivan was killed.

We're pretty sure Ivan went there with him, OK?

We've also found tracks from a couple more cars.

One looks like a 4x4, just like yours.

There are lots like mine. Lots.

- Look. - Fuck, Maite!

We think he was killed and then thrown on the rocks.

The autopsy will confirm that.

You know that Ivan has only one stab wound?

In his chest.

He clearly trusted whoever killed him. There are no signs of resistance.

It's as if he let himself be killed.

The knife went in horizontally, leaving a clean, deep wound.

It went in up to the handle.

It went through his ribs and reached his heart.

He was alive when he was being stabbed and yet he didn't move.

In the trunk of Diego's car,

we found a set of sushi knives. One's missing.

- What? - Nothing?

- What is it? - Nothing.

- No, no, no. - What?

- You were surprised a knife's missing. - No.

That knife could easily be

the murder weapon, but as you know, Arturo gave

the same set of knives to Nestor,

Diego and Sergio and took one home. It's all pretty strange,

if you ask me.

Doesn't seem strange to me.

- It doesn't seem strange? - No, not to me.

Now you're going to tell me how I should see things?

OK...

Ivan's phone is also missing, but I have a confession from your daughter

saying that Nestor has both the knife and the phone.

And then to top it all off,

we found a goodbye note on Ivan's laptop.

He says goodbye, then gets killed?

That note doesn't make any sense at all,

Mac...

Can you call Sergio again? Where is he?

I'm not calling anyone, Mac.

Look at me. Is Nestor threatening you? Tell me

and I can help you.

I was in his room.

13 HOURS EARLIER

Really? Just now?

You snuck in? What did he say when you gave him the cash?

- Nothing, I didn't give it to him. - What?

He won't say anything, Arturo. He has enough with his own problems.

- He said he'd leave us alone? - He didn't have to.

What do you mean he didn't have to? Look, Yolanda...

This isn't a question of a feeling you have...

I have half of Belmonte's money

and I've been hiding it for months.

It's a crime. You love me and you've forgiven me, but...

- Not yet. - What?

I love you, but I haven't forgiven you.

I guess I will, but it'll take time.

But you're still here with me. I assure you

the others won't be so understanding.

Ivan won't say anything.

- How do you know? - I just do, Arturo.

But why? It would've been so easy.

Hi, Ivan, I'm glad you're not dead. Here's the 10 grand.

- Why didn't you? - Stop shouting!

- You're stressing me out! - So walk home and relax.

OK, I'm sorry. Are you really going to leave me...?

Forget about it, Arturo. OK?

Please, just go home and make lunch.

I won't be home for lunch.

I have to walk home?

Are you really going to leave me here?

At least give me the 10 grand!

Lu!

Hang on a moment.

Are you here to see Ivan? Can I ask a favor?

Please. It's important.

What the hell do you want?

Weed? I can give you a contact if you like.

No, no, no...

Ivan told you that I...?

Sure, he's my boyfriend.

You want the number or not?

No, no, it's not about that. What else has he told you?

What else should he have told me?

Nothing...

When you talk to him, just tell him...

that we're OK.

That what's OK?

All the...

Never mind, he'll understand.

Hey and don't say anything about...

I don't do it anymore and...

Whatever.

Why did you send the video to Lucia? So she'd upload it?

I didn't know what she was going to do with it.

You knew she did it?

Yes, I knew. She's your niece!

What the hell were you thinking?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Do you realize?

I'm doing the same thing Mom did.

Yeah, but you're the extended version. She just abandoned us.

You think she regretted it?

No, I don't think so.

But Dad was a real jerk.

Well?

I've tried to explain, but it would be better

if you spoke to her when she's feeling better.

She has questions and she can tell I don't understand it either.

Some things I don't understand.

- This has nothing to do with her. - Of course it does.

From the day she was born, until you die,

it's got to do with her.

How is she?

Not good, you know what she's like.

How could you have sent that video? How?

That's the point.

- How could you send that video? - Sergio...

No, wait, listen to me.

You wouldn't have done it if you'd been abusing him for 3 years.

It's one thing to be fed up with your life

and another to risk being caught abusing a child.

Sending that video exonerates you.

That and Ivan's psychological profile.

It could be enough if we end up at trial.

What profile?

I don't know, we'd make it fit the trial.

What could we say, Nestor?

Affective disorder, depressive tendencies...

But he could claim all that was caused by the abuse, couldn't he?

Drugs...

It'd be easy to prove he's taken drugs since he was very young.

His testimony's weak compared to yours.

The past month aside, you're a model mother, a model teacher.

And women abusing men is so uncommon that you won't find the same

prejudice in the jury as you would if you were a man.

So we should tell the press...

I have to go outside.

I need some fresh air.

I don't think so, honey. Did you sleep well at Nana and Granddad's?

- Yes? - Mom, don't change the subject.

I wanted to see the flamenco.

I know, but I have to stay with your brother until his tummy's better.

- OK? - What?

They said on TV Ivan tried to kill himself.

You can't believe what they say on TV!

No TV, OK? Tell Grandma.

She said we could watch cartoons.

Dad's going for lunch, let him decide. I have to go, OK?

- Bye! I love you so much. - Bye, Mommy.

Kids always find out.

Hi, Lucia.

How's Ivan? Have you seen him?

No, not yet.

He's going into the psychiatric ward and I'm waiting to go and see him.

Great, I'll go with you.

The doctors say it's not good

for him to have a lot of visitors.

And what does Ivan say?

You're not going to see him, Lucia.

He was right when he said you never listen to him.

Look, Lucia.

Yesterday, I listened to you and let Ivan stay with you.

My son was on the verge of death.

So it's my fault Macarena pushed him in the sea?

I'm his mother. I'll go and see him.

Ivan didn't try to kill himself.

- I know him. He'd never do that. - Right...

Ivan keeps on doing things he'd never do.

- What are you doing here? - We have to talk.

Sergio's here.

I'm here on business, don't get excited.

Hi.

- Everything OK? - Great.

OK...

So, what's happened?

You're going to get mad.

Nestor, can you give us a moment?

- Yes. - No, there's no need.

I'm handling the prosecution in Macarena's case.

Ivan just has to get better

and file the report.

Then you can't represent Macarena

because you're from the same firm, right?

Haven't you told him?

- What? - Sergio was fired yesterday

for being Macarena's brother.

On Diego's insistence.

It means I can keep defending Mac.

Now, darling, if you don't mind, I need you to go, we're working.

I came to talk to Nestor, so I need you to go.

Oh!

No, I'm staying.

Are you representing him too?

Yes, if it affects Mac's defense. That OK with you, Nestor?

I'd rather you left...

but you can decide.

No, um...

I can take care of it for the time being.

- As you wish. - Yes.

Behave yourself, OK?

I didn't want him to find out what happened between us like this,

but I've told Macarena, so you should tell him too,

before she does.

Did you tell her because you're leaving her or forgiving her?

OK, I'll tell Sergio later, but that's not why I'm here.

- You're distracting me. - What do you want?

I came to tell you I've been investigating the pills Ivan took.

Anti-depressants, right?

And I bet you don't know who prescribed them to him.

- Think. - I can't talk about this.

Did Ivan go to see you to tell you he was fucking your wife?

I'm interested.

Hippocratic oath - I won't talk about this.

Not even with Macarena.

Did you tell her Ivan had been your patient for the last six months?

- No. - No...

So that moment of honesty you had

wasn't ongoing then.

No judge will make me discuss this. What is it you want?

Nothing, I just wanted to let you know.

You were Ivan's therapist. I'm not sure how perverse it is,

but I'm going to tell Macarena.

You think that will bring us closer?

No, but I'm willing to do anything to defend my client.

And how do you think that will help Ivan?

If you separate, it's a show of guilt.

It's always more graphic to see the abuser alone, with no family.

Macarena is not an abuser.

Did your gut tell you that or did he?

Maybe he lied to you.

No, he didn't tell you.

What if he went to tell you, but then chickened out?

No... Don't tell her.

Give me a good reason not to.

I can't refute the word of one of my patients.

Even if he's fucking your wife?

My wife doesn't need to be defended from a lie.

No, I don't buy it!

Out of respect for my client, I'll wait to hear his version,

but once I've seen Ivan, my next step will be to talk to Macarena.

Macarena and I aren't breaking up, Sofia.

Good, I'm glad to see you're so positive.

You're going to need to be.

Bitch.

10 HOURS LATER...

Dad.

What are you doing here?

Don't talk to anyone but Sergio. It's all OK.

We haven't done anything. It'll all be fine.

Hello, Nestor.

When did you last see Ivan?

Alive, one month ago.

Dead, tonight at the waste ground.

- You were there? - Yes.

I was there with Macarena, in my car.

Why?

Well...

After the last few weeks...

we wanted to see it with our own eyes.

Sure.

Is that how you explain the sand we found on your car tires?

No.

I'm not as twisted as you think I am, Maite.

I've been friends with Macarena for 40 years.

You think she's never talked about you?

Oh, really?

- And what did she say? - Things.

Things... What things?

Things... just things.

- You're not going to tell me? - No.

Are you going to tell me why I'm here?

Because Macarena told me you killed Ivan.

Well, she's wrong.

I heard your daughter saying you have the knife and the phone.

Where are they?

Did Natalia say... the knife... generically?

Or one knife in particular?

Natalia said:

"The knife Ivan was killed with and Ivan's phone".

I don't have them and I don't know what you're talking about.

Natalia's been very upset by everything that's happened

to our family recently. It's highly likely that she's...

going through a crisis, that she's misunderstood certain things.

I know it was you.

- You do? - Yes.

- Why? - I just do.

Because you're controlling.

You knew you were losing Macarena.

She sent that video because she felt suffocated by you

and that drove you mad.

You killed the boy and now you're trying to blame her,

Let's see...

Let's think about this for a moment.

I deduce that Ivan...

was stabbed between 7 and 8 in the evening.

The phone, his phone, has disappeared,

as has the murder weapon.

Do you have anyone else, apart from me

on the list of suspects? - I don't need anyone else.

- You don't need anyone else? - No.

Macarena's told me about you too.

Over the years...

- Is that right? - Yes.

What's she told you?

She told me that...

what happened with Sergio really affected you.

So much so,

that you lost your mind and abandoned your own daughter.

I imagine you put a lot of

your self-esteem into that relationship,

and very little into yourself.

You still fantasize about getting back with Sergio.

But that won't happen.

Not unless you get your confidence back

and your security... but for yourself.

- You don't know me at all. - No, I don't know you,

but you don't know me either.

There's no way you can decide whether or not I'm a murderer

by doing a simple, psychological analysis,

that you haven't even been able to do on yourself,

Maite.

So do your job.

Open your mind to other options besides me and Macarena.

I may not be a very emotional man, but I love Macarena enough

to be able to give her up without resentment,

unlike you,

if she decided to leave me.

8 HOURS EARLIER

Good afternoon.

- Hi. It's Edita, isn't it? - Yes, that's me.

I'm Yolanda, Macarena's friend.

Oh, hello! Macarena's not here right now.

Oh, that's a shame.

Seeing as I'm here, can I come in and say hi to Alfonso?

- Yes, of course! Come in. - Thanks.

Come in, he's in here.

Alfonso.

You have a visitor.

She's coming in.

He's unwell,

so call me if you have any problems.

- OK, thanks. - You're welcome.

Ivan, your mom's here to see you.

I'll leave you alone.

I don't care about anything anymore, son...

Whatever it is, whatever's troubling you...

Whatever is making you anxious, I don't care... we'll get through it.

We'll forget everything, really, we will!

I don't care what you've done, my boy. I don't care how I felt,

or what people think, I don't care. I don't care at all.

I love you, my son.

I love you.

I want to help you.

I won't ever judge you.

I'll always be on your side.

Always. I'm your mom.

Whenever you need me.

I don't ever want you to feel so alone again that you want to die.

No.

Listen to me.

OK...

Life's worth living.

Life is beautiful.

Perhaps I haven't been the best example, but...

I swear, life is beautiful.

You'll experience loads of things that make you happy.

That you'll feel proud of.

And maybe you'll start a family, or not.

It doesn't have to be like me and your dad.

And...

You'll meet someone.

I didn't mean to say that.

Yes, I know, I'm crying,

but I swear they're happy tears.

I'm sorry.

No...

Come here. Don't say that.

No, no, no, really. Right now,

we have to think about getting better and going home.

OK?

Little by little, it'll all be fine.

I want to get out of here.

Not yet, dear. They need a few days to...

To be sure you won't try again.

How many days?

I don't know.

Mom...

I can't stay here.

I need to get out of here.

- I have to leave. - Honey, it's for your own good.

- For my own good? - Yes.

Yes.

Fuck.

It's OK, honey.

It'll be OK.

Everything's OK.

I need your cell phone.

- My cell phone? - Yes.

I'm not sure if that's allowed...

What do you think I'm going to do?

How can I kill myself with a phone?

OK, OK...

But what do you want it for?

I have to talk to Lucia.

She's here. She's outside, but...

They'd only let one person in and... Well...

Can I talk to her?

Please.

I need it.

Of course.

I'm OK, really.

Fine.

Hey, Arturo!

Thank you. Have a good day!

Fuck.

Fuck it!

7 HOURS LATER

What did you tell them?

Nothing.

Nothing?

- They planted a microphone. - Yes.

I know.

And...

they've probably planted another one.

For sure.

I don't know what happened. Natalia got confused.

I don't know what she thought, poor thing.

I know you didn't do it.

And you know I didn't do it.

So, they can't keep us here much longer.

Sergio's probably outside.

He's probably all over them.

She put us in here as a last resort, but she has nothing.

Nothing.

So we're not going to be here much longer.

But anything we say...

Anything...

Could be misunderstood.

Is that clear, Maca?

Maca.

Is that clear?

Very clear.

There they are!

Macarena, just one photo, please.

It's party time, the boys and girls are glowing with happiness

It's party time, march in time to the rhythm

With joy and arms linked together, like the greatest of friends

Everyone singing loudly in chorus

We know this day is going to be such great fun and so joyful

People smile as they watch us pass

Shouting "Hurrah for life and long live love!"

It's party time, the boys and girls are glowing with happiness

It's party time, march in time to the rhythm

We know this day is going to be such great fun and so joyful