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Why do I want to be a film director?

It's hard to explain,

but my mind's set on it.

I want to be in control of a story.

Writing is not easy.

Though it comes from you,

the characters have to make their own choices...

which are sometimes risky,

sometimes wrong,

and many times they're made out of fear.

All you can do is trust

that they will be guiding you along the true path of the story,

which is also yours.

Because you belong to them as much as they belong to you.

And that's what I want,

to follow my own path,

to make movies one day.

And I'm going to succeed, even if my life depends on it.

Maybe that sounds silly.

But it's the only decision I've made for myself so far.

I don't know if it's the best one,

but at least it's mine.

I hope you like my script.

It's called...

"Holy Family."

Tell me what happened. I want to know.

HOLY FAMILY

- I dyed my hair blonde. - Hmm.

Because I've always wanted to be a blonde.

Yeah.

We changed our names.

Gloria Román.

The first time that I ever said it, "Gloria..."

I knew Julia Santos had died.

We moved to Madrid...

and we hoped to be able start a new life.

And then Germán and I showed up.

You know the rest, I'm sure.

I believe you.

- Why wouldn't you believe me? - Well...

Julia, Mariana, Eduardo...

The Santos family has a lot of secrets.

No more than you.

Hey...

I really like you, babe.

I really do.

Why did you get out of Hell itself and come to this house?

Ana.

Ana, and Claudia, her mother...

who you killed.

The only mother that little girl has ever known is you.

I saw you.

I saw you arrive, and I saw you leave.

And I saw her convulse to death in that place.

She left an orphan kid.

That kid has Pedro and Alicia.

She's better off with them.

Right, and you're the one who decides the better option for every child.

Huh? Did Pedro ask you for this?

- Pedro told me... - Mmm.

...he thought he should care for the girl because her mother was a junkie.

I didn't believe him, so I went to see for myself.

And when I got there, I found...

a shattered woman.

And?

What do you want me to say here? You're looking for a convincing story?

Try me.

Like, for example, how I crushed up a bunch of pills,

and then I mixed them carefully with glass shards,

and then I waited to watch her snort it?

Yes. That's it.

That sounds more like the truth.

Maybe it does to you.

Looks like you're very fond of the girl, huh?

Imagine if that baby had come out of your womb, right?

Answer it.

- Mom? - Abel.

- Abel? - Give it to me.

This is very simple, Julia.

You give me Nico, I'll give you Edu.

A son for a son.

Natalia...

- What's going on? - She has Abel and wants Hugo in return.

What do I do?

What can I do?

I think I...

I think I know where to find them, actually.

- Take me there. - No, no, no.

You just stay here.

I'll go over there and I'll tell you how it's looking.

But why would you even help me?

Because we need to stop this.

It has to stop.

Do you know her real name? Do you? Her real name.

You want to know what it is?

It's fucking crazy.

Her name's "Gloria!"

Holy shit. This is worse than Clue...

Do your parents know?

I mean, he just left, right? Are you serious?

- Excuse me, I need to make a call. - No.

It's an emergency, please.

What's the matter with you? Get lost.

Sir, I'm gonna need you to calm down. Yes.

I don't know, some guy on the street. Unbelievable.

You know, when you left the memorial, I thought that...

it would end like that, with an argument.

Same as with Marcos.

Last time I saw him, which was the day everything happened...

...we argued about something stupid.

What happened?

I'd just bought a super expensive MP3 player.

And he lost it.

I was angry and I told him to fuck off.

It sucks knowing that the last moment I shared with my brother was an argument.

And now that he's gone...

He forgives you, I'm sure of it.

I hope so.

I'm going for a walk. I need some fresh air.

- I'll come. Let me put some clothes on. - No, no, no. It's okay.

- Call her one more time. - No.

No fucking way.

The more anxious she is, the better.

She'll do exactly what we want her to do.

Shh. Be quiet.

Who is it?

Special delivery.

Look who decided to show up, huh?

That was my favorite shirt, brunette.

Didn't think I'd see you again.

If I told you the truth, I'd be lying.

I left you a note.

- Where's the kid, though? - Hey!

- Didn't you quit the case? Don't move. - Ah...

Chino...

You're not gonna shoot me.

I won't if you pay me instead of the Argentinian girl.

Or do yourself a favor and get the hell out of here.

The Argentinian girl? The one who murdered her father?

Pretty kooky for religious folks, huh, Chino?

Yeah, but they got money!

That's the point of working, remember?

It's like... It's like you forgot that, right?

I've got a little present for you.

Germán, your partner?

I've got him tied up upstairs.

- No. - Yeah!

No...

Of course!

Of course! He still has a big crush on the kid!

Man...

Oh, what a pussy!

Oh, fuck.

- Damn, that dude's totally lost it. - Totally.

Blow his head off then.

And I'll give you the kid.

I have Nico.

Abel goes back to his mother...

and we make our way to Mexico.

- Are you offering a deal? - Hmm?

I was craving some margaritas anyway.

- Yeah? - I want to speak to Edu.

- Aitana... - Put him through, okay?

Abel isn't here.

- He's not here. - Fuck!

- Hey! What are you doing? - What's going on?

He was trying to steal your wallet!

- What the fuck are talking about? - Really?

- Yeah, I saw him! - Give me my wallet back.

- I didn't steal anything, okay? - No, but he tried!

- Fucking bullshit! - You did! You did!

Hey! He's driving away!

After what you did to my father, I don't know how you're still alive.

I didn't do anything to your father.

If it hadn't been for you, Caterina would've given him Nico.

- Sure. - And we'd be in Argentina right now.

Well, not really, but whatever.

"Whatever"?

Fine.

So...

Since you know Julia very well,

if things start to get complicated, you're going to help me.

You don't have a choice. You owe me.

And why do you think I'd help you anyway?

Because if you don't, then maybe...

Who knows? I... I guess I'm gonna have to shoot Abel.

Edurne told me everything, you little faggot.

- How are you feeling? - Better.

You could've told me that you've, uh,

been taking them for a while.

Well, I just took them a few times to feel more relaxed.

A few times, huh?

A few times when?

On that night,

did you take them?

Is that why you didn't hear him leave?

- That night, we were both very nervous. - Blanca.

Did you take them that night, yes...

or no?

- So that's why you didn't hear him leave? - I didn't hear him.

But did you?

Weren't you here? Hm?

The least you could've done was tell me.

I would have never had to take any pills

if you had just been around more often throughout the years

with me.

Where is he?

Do you think I'd be here if I knew where he was?

How the fuck did it happen?

He went out looking for you so we could leave together.

Here.

Elena?

Elena.

We have to change identities once more.

We have to leave.

Tonight, if we're able.

All that matters is that she lets Edu live.

You know what you have to do, don't you?

- If you don't do it, I swear I will! - Sit down.

Don't you dare get close to Hugo.

I didn't come all this way...

to give up now.

I've done everything I could for you.

Everything, believe me.

No turning back now.

Would you give up your child?

Absolutely not.

I won't let anyone else die anymore.

Not this time, Mom.

Step out of the vehicle with your hands above your head.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

You probably don't have an appetite right now.

I've been in your shoes, you know?

But just in case.

I'm not like your mother, Edu.

It hurts that it came to this, you know?

'Cause you were a good kid.

Santi would tell me that a lot.

Don't even mention his name.

Neither of us are to blame for any of this.

We're just paying for your mother's madness.

"My mother's madness"? What about yours?

We would've never been able to do what you did to your father.

I was just fighting for my son.

And none of this, absolutely none of this would've happened...

if Julia hadn't made things so hard.

Apparently you don't know my mother, Natalia.

She won't give up now.

Do you know when you'll see Nico again?

You never will.

Ugh.

What are you doing?

Holy shit, that's cold.

No shit, Sherlock, it's an ice cream.

- Let me have a bite. - No.

- Let me have a bite. - No!

- Let me have a bite. - I said no!

That's gross, keep it.

Wanna go for a walk and have a chat?

No.

If you have something to tell me, do it here.

It's unavoidable, Mariana.

Natalia and I are going to Buenos Aires as soon as we get back.

It's what's best for our family.

Which family?

Mine.

Mariana...

Mariana!

Mariana!

Mariana!

Some days I still wake up to him shouting.

It doesn't, um...

doesn't feel real.

It feels like a goddamn nightmare.

All I wanted was for him to stay.

I swear that's all I wanted, Mom.

And Santi would be alive.

In Argentina...

but alive.

But he's not.

I don't want to make the same mistake again.

It's okay. Hold on.

What the fuck are you doing here?

I know where Abel is. I'm sorry.

Chino has him, and, uh, if you don't do the exchange,

he'll kill him.

Mom. Mom, I'm begging you.

Mom, please just give her Nico.

- Yes? - Gloria?

Blanca!

Blanca, back so soon?

I tried, Gloria, but I can't forget him.

I feel so guilty.

- I see. - I really needed to talk to you.

I'm going somewhere. Tomorrow, I'll pick you up with your car.

And we'll spend the day together, okay?

Gloria...

I know that you happened to lose a son too.

Marga told me.

I'm really sorry, but it helps me to know that you understand how I feel.

I really wish the accident could have been avoided.

Your son's or Lorenzo's?

Both.

See you tomorrow.

See you here tomorrow.

- What are you doing here alone? - Ducks in the park.

- I'll drive you, okay? Hop in! - Okay.

- Give me the keys. - Like that?

- Yeah. - Can you drive?

It's automatic, isn't it?

Mom.

You're doing the right thing. You know that, right?

Pedro, where were you?

Ali, I can't tell you right now, okay?

Please go home.

I'll be right there, okay?

I went to see Germán.

Diego or whatever his name is.

He was gone.

He was discharged yesterday.

Do you know where he is?

Pedro, just tell me the truth. Right now.

Okay? No more lies, your hear me?

Ali...

when I went to the hospital...

he told me he's not Ana's father.

And Caterina isn't her mother.

What are you saying right now?

That's what he told me.

Ana doesn't have parents.

I don't know why they had her.

But he asked me to take care of her.

She's alone.

Let's call the police or something, I don't know.

We have to.

- That wouldn't fix anything. - Let's make things right, Pedro.

So they can put her in an orphanage? Really?

That's what you want for her, a shitty life?

Doing the right thing isn't always the best move, Ali.

Pedro, please.

I'm begging you, okay? Don't make things more difficult.

Ana's not to blame for anything.

It's not about Ana.

It's about me.

I've tried, but it's too much.

I just can't.

I thought I'd never tell you...

but I got pregnant after our third anniversary.

What?

I didn't have the guts to tell you.

I was scared you'd want to keep it.

This is not for me.

I've decided not to be a mother.

Can you understand that?

That's not gonna change now, especially with all these lies.

Are you sure you don't want any?

Ah...

Fuck, man, it's damn cold.

Be right back.

Tss!

Abel.

- What are you doing? - Let's go. Come on.

Don't screw up, man, please.

- Don't make things worse. - We have to go.

You and I always end up the same way.

- Maybe I killed you in another life. - Sure, let's go.

No, they're gonna kill me! They want the fucking baby!

Abel, easy now. Easy.

I don't know how, but Caterina is alive.

She wants my head in exchange for the child.

Then let's go together.

Don't forget, the most beautiful part of a movie...

Drop the gun.

Don't move!

Don't move or I'll shoot him in the face.

- Just let him walk away. - Just drop the gun.

Shoot this guy. Don't you want your son back?

Well, do your part! Shoot him!

Don't worry, Abel.

Don't fucking try me, put the gun down! Three!

Two!

- One! - All right, then. All right.

All right. Good.

Good. Good.

There it is.

- What are you doing? - Just stay cool.

No...

That's them, they're here.

Looks like your mother loves you more than you think.

Edu, come on.

Come on! Let's go.

First part of the deal? Check.

Don't do anything stupid, huh? Wait for me.

Not even your son thought you'd come.

You've always been smart.

Nico...

I'm his mother.

I'll give my life for him. Come on, give him to me.

Hi!

Hi, my love, how are you? Oh!

Second part of the deal? Check.

Julia...

It was me.

That night in Melilla, I was driving.

Santi didn't run him over.

You were a big help.

Mom?

- You coming? - No, no.

Let's go.

My sweet boy.

Stop, stop, stop, please. You can't come in here, all right?

Enrique.

- Enrique, how's it going? - It's going.

Look, this is Felipe, Marcos Almonacid's brother.

- How are ya? - His parents are away on a trip.

Uh-huh.

- Where'd you find it? - In this very spot.

The man who was driving it ran away.

We don't know if... if he was just robbing it, or...

or if there was more to it.

The model matches the one we're looking for.

- Does it have any other record? - No. No, it's clean.

The license plate is not fake, and we also happened to, uh,

find those traces of glass.

It's registered to a woman named Gloria Román.

- Gloria Román? - Yes, yes, yes. We have a few witnesses...

FORENSIC POLICE

Excuse me.

Clean these broken glasses, they've fallen on the floor.

Take a photo of them.

Thank you very much.

And keep those people away.

Yes, sir.

No, no, right this way.

Did anyone touch anything?

Inspector, did anyone touch anything?

No. It's exactly how we found it. Why?

This jacket is my brother's.

Well, here we are.

Well...

We saw him grow.

A little.

We spent time with him.

He's been a gift.

Just like you.

Never forget that, son.

Never forget it, sweetie.

Never.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Gloria!

Sorry, do you have any formula I could, uh, borrow?

- Yeah. - Um, I know it's late...

I'm sorry, Gloria. I couldn't pull it off.

- What do you mean? - The cops were in the way.

They showed up and they were looking for it.

I don't know, but they were coming after me.

Where is it?

I had to leave it in the middle of the street.

- Come again? - If I didn't, I'd be arrested.

It was just a van, for God's sake.

I know, Gloria, I failed you. I'm sorry.

I kept my part of the deal with Claudia.

Yeah.

What did you tell Claudia?

What did I tell her?

Do you really want to know?

Thanks.

Yeah, I thought so.

Don't worry about it.

She'll never cause you any more trouble.

Now leave. I need to do some thinking.

Fucking get lost!

Oh, by the way, Pedro...

Caterina's alive.

She's coming for you.

You have one new message.

Aitana, it's me. Where are you?

I'm... I'm looking for you, it's getting late.

I'm worried.

Call me, please.

God damn it, how dare you call me?

What are you talking about?

How could you do that to Marcos?

We found the van we were looking for

and Marcos's jacket was in the passenger seat.

Thank you.

It was you!

Right? It was you!

You bitch. It was you.

- I didn't do anything. - Shut the fuck up!

That's why you lied to us about Natalia Alberche, huh?

You said you'd run away with him. Then what?

You killed him, right?

I didn't do anything!

I don't get how come I didn't realize this sooner.

Aitana, I'm coming for you.

Do you understand?

Huh? I'm coming after you.

The police have found the fucking van.

- They think it was Mariana. - What?

They found Marcos's jacket inside the van. I just heard that from Felipe.

What should we do?

- For helping me out, this is for you. - A lucky charm?

Thanks, Lorenzo.

Off to bed.

Lorenzo!

Lorenzo!