01x07 - Episode 7

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Eligio used to say life is not
all about what you're looking for,

but what you find on the way.

Unfortunately, what
he found was a b*llet.

Marcelo, however, found the
perfect excuse to get rid of Ferrán

and gain Don Severo's
trust, his uncle.

I know.

Whether his greed ends
there remains to be seen.

And what about them?
Our three ladies!

They were running
away, not looking.

- Who was that?
- A cop.

Each for her own reasons.

Although their fears have
been haunting them up to now,

they found each other,

and having a shoulder
to cry on always helps.

The trick in life is to make
the most of what you find

to help face your destiny.

Because the only way of
overcoming your fears

is to face up to them.

But life doesn't always
have a happy ending.

And destiny often has a
tragic end in store for us.

End of journey.

Why stop here?

They found me once,
they can do it again.

If they see us together it
could arouse suspicions.

Now what will you do?

Talk to the boss.

I don't know who Eligio got,

but it must be big if
the cops are involved.

This is going to get ugly.

You'll be ugly if you don't
put some ice on your face.

You can't do much about that.

And what about us?

I guess no one suspects
you k*lled Eligio.

Keep the g*n just in case.

What? No.

Take it.

Just in case.

And turn off the safety
catch if you plan to use it.

Silly.

Don't forget your furry friend.

- How old is she?
- Eight.

Good luck.

I might go to Thailand
when this all blows over.

Or set up my own business.

Better than being a hitman.

Don't worry, I won't tell
them how I knocked you out.

If we meet again, we
could have a drink.

God, what a terrible
pickup line.

Take care.

You too.

Oh, my little Virgin.

Don't look at me like that.

It's been a tough day.

It's a marketing strategy
because her career is over.

I'm certain it was Eva Santana
herself who leaked the photos.

Best not mention
her foul temper.

Some acting colleagues
say they've seen her...

What a bloody cheek!

They're a pack of vultures.

Yes, but with a big audience.
Know what that means?

Sure, it means that everyone
has seen the photos.

- There isn't a person in Portugal...
- Think about it, Eva.

You go on the Amelia
Show. You look stunning.

I'll sort it out, I'll get
you fabulous clothes...

- No.
- You go

and you say

that it wasn't you,
it was someone else.

I don't know.

You say it was faked to
ruin your reputation.

And... you'll come
out smelling of roses.

You'll be on everyone's lips,

job offers will come pouring in.

I won't do it, Mauro, no way.

Do you know how much
money we could make?

I can't sleep.

I'm coming, princess.

Go back to bed, it's cold.
I'll be right there, okay?

I have to hang up.

- See you tomorrow.
- Eva...

Eva?

AMELIA SHOW PRODUCTION
INCOMING CALL...

Hi.

Yes, yes, I've spoken to her.

Yes, we're on board.

Today?

Yes, I don't see why
not. Sounds fine.

Shouldn't be a problem.

What is it, sweetie?

I had a nightmare.

It'll be okay.

I know nightmares are
scary, but it's over.

Do you have them?

Sure.

Sometimes I have them.

Is that why you
were crying before?

Yes.

That's the reason.

Mummy always says
that I can cry,

but never, never, never give up.

That's right.

But I'm fine, don't worry.

Now it's time for bed.

Here, this is magic.

Magic? How?

It scares away monsters
and bad things.

And it's pretty.

Thanks.

Time for bed.

Sleep tight

and sweet dreams.

Do you want to stay

in case you have nightmares?

Where were you and
where the hell is Luis?

Jesus, I'm parched,
that was some walk.

Is he in the car?

- Where is Luis, damn it!
- He left.

What do you mean he left?

It's a long story, but
don't worry about him.

Don't worry?

We can trust him, believe me.

Did you at least
find out something?

Yes.

Eligio wasn't hiding
something, it was someone.

- What?
- I don't know or care.

It's not our problem anymore.

By the way...

He gave us this.

Why did you bring it
here? Are you mad?

Just in case.

- Here.
- I don't want it!

Me neither. I'm
leaving tomorrow.

And Alicia's birthday?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Thanks for everything, but
I'm off in the morning.

The cops know I'm here,
they could find me.

You can't keep running.

I know, but for now I can.

I'll feel better if you keep it.

I'll call Eva and
see how Alicia is.

She's here.

I told her to stay at the
cop's. She's so thick!

Take it easy.

The kid is fine.

But Eva isn't.

Hell!

Hello, Motel Valkirias.

Yes?

Lucía?

No, she's not here, she left.

You should have said so.

Yes.

Yes, I'm listening.

Could it have been the cop?

I don't think so.

He beat him up and
stole the laptop.

Gonzalo thought I was behind it
and sent the photos to the press.

It has a sort of romantic vibe.

A cop who breaks
the law for love.

Now everyone knows
I'm d*sfigured.

For God's sake,
it's only your tit.

Not like you k*lled someone.

sh*t, sorry.

You know what I mean.

It was tough competing with all those
perfect influencers, imagine now.

Screw them. You can
do something else.

I'm broke every month.

Acting is all I know how to do.

The Amazons cut off their
breasts to be better warriors.

I learnt that from Trivial.

What does that matter now?

This is real life.

My ex is trying to
take Alicia away.

Don't talk to me
about real life!

Sorry.

Listen carefully.

We're worth a lot more
than they make us think.

Your boob job went wrong.

Yep, it's a real bummer.

But you're worth a lot
more than a pair of t*ts.

You saved our lives.
You're a bloody heroine.

So cry as much as you want
and don't go on that show,

but give me a break,

this is not your fault, Eva.

Ali!

Come on, another one!

Jesus, you frightened
me to death!

Thanks for the surprise, Mummy.

- You're welcome, sweetie. Like it?
- Yes.

Go on and play.

Can I have a word?

What the hell is up with you?

I said we were leaving. Do
you want them to nick me?

Why do have a mobile?

The battery isn't charged.

Just so you know, your
lawyer phoned here.

He dropped the charges.

Don't joke about this, Carolina.

It's over, sweetheart.

What happened?

What is it?

He dropped the charges.

That's great, Lucía!

Look, Mummy, a mini cake.

But it's all right,
we can share.

You know something?

You'll have the best party
ever. And a huge cake!

A chocolate one?

- Whatever you like.
- Yay!

Any news?

He's not picking up.

Did he get cold feet?

It's possible.

I'll try and call Ferrán again.

Keep me posted.

All right.

Where would he be?

Thanks for coming. Want some?

No, thanks.

The day Eligio was k*lled you saw
those women at a petrol station.

- They were driving to Oporto.
- That's right.

Ask the traffic authorities
for CCTV footage.

We need to know all about
their movements that night.

If they went to Galicia,
Portugal or Timbuktu.

Fine, I'm on it.

Want me to assign
someone else to this?

Why?

Err, I was told

that you... and that actress...

You have a relationship.

I don't want you
to feel awkward.

Don't worry. I know
what my job is.

- We only met a few times.
- Yes, I realise that.

I didn't mean that. I
just wanted you to know.

What a bummer about the photos.

- Did she report the person?
- I don't know.

Right...

By the way, this
arrived for you.

Thank you.

CALL ME AT 12.00 A FRIEND

When does the plane leave?

There must be an earlier flight.

The price doesn't matter.

That sounds okay, that one.

I'll be at the airport
as soon as possible.

Thank you.

The rat just left.

Okay.

Good afternoon, officer.

Thank you for calling.

Marcelo Mendoza himself.

I must admit that the
card was very clever.

To what do I owe this honour?

I know that lately you prefer
being friends with Ferrán,

but I want to be friends, too.

I also know that you really
want to find my uncle.

I can picture you in your
office, with your bosses,

boasting about delivering
the head of Don Severo.

You'd stop being a pariah.

Because let's admit it:

how long have you
been after him?

Did you just call to
insult me or what?

What are you up to with Ferrán?

I need him to sort out
my pension red tape.

Don't screw with me, Salgado.

Ferrán had to hand over someone.
I'm guessing to piss off my uncle.

What are you on about?

Don't worry, I
can keep a secret.

Besides, we have more in
common than you think.

We're both after the same thing.

Ferrán is an old idiot,
he's useless now.

But you have me.

Our protocols don't allow us
to make deals with your kind,

only stick you in jail.

Think about it.
You're a clever guy.

Sooner or later I'll
find what you hid.

And you'll have to choose: we
either all win or we all lose.

Hello, Motel Valkirias.

Carolina, it's João.

Oh, hi there.

Not more papers to sign?

There was a problem.
The casino developer...

backed out.

What? Backed out?

Why? Was it because
of the price?

I'd sell it for less.

One of the investors isn't
interested now. I'm sorry.

Sorry for the bad news.

Oh, you're sorry?

Now what do I do about
the bloody eviction order?

You know what? They're
a bunch of creeps!

Someone's word
used to be enough.

It was sacred. Now
they're a load of jokers!

Goodbye.

Jesus.

All good, Carolina?

It might be for you.

Is Eva around?

- No, she went into town.
- What about Lucía?

What about her?

Now what? Want to swap
one for the other,

or take turns, huh?

Make your mind up,
you can't have both.

What's up? Spit it out.

Today I'm not in the
mood for guessing games.

Salgado has got you in his
sights. You, Eva and Lucía.

For the Eligio affair.

That makes no sense. We
have nothing to do with it.

Start looking somewhere else,
a k*ller is on the loose.

I know you changed
the room numbers.

Including Eligio's.

Is that a coincidence?

Does nothing every
break in your house?

Nothing stops working?

Do you know how
old this motel is?

I spend all day fixing stuff.

And if I'm honest,
I'm not good at it.

But now I know.

If anything breaks, I call
you, you come and fix it.

Sorted!

If there is anything,

however small, that links
you all to Eligio's death,

it's best if you tell me.

I can help you.

Tell me, not Salgado.

Think about it.

Anabel Garrido from
Atlántico Magazine.

If it's about the
graffiti, no comment.

I'm here about Salgado.

- He's a regular visitor, right?
- Sure.

Our breakfasts are
fantastic. Do you want one?

I think Salgado and me are
looking for the same thing.

Isn't that something you
need to sort out with him?

Or do you want me to
be a justice of peace?

I don't know.

I thought you might
have some information.

I'm investigating Spain's
biggest drug trade network

and I believe this town
is a crossroads again.

Drug trade?

What do I know about that?

A motel is a strategic
place for gangs like that.

You know, for exchanging goods.

Who are they?

What's left of the Mendozas.

This is Marcelo Mendoza.

And the second photo is of
the boss, Severo Mendoza.

The one who pumped drugs into
the area a few years ago.

They don't ring a bell,

and I don't want anything
to do with that scum.

Would you keep me posted?

Don't worry, of course.

At my age you forget things.

Could I keep the photos?
In case they turn up.

Thanks...

Carolina.

Thank you, Carolina.

Eva Santana.

You must be happy.

You look better like that.

You seem very confident.

Do you really think that
photomontage crap will work?

Next time I'll report you.

Do you hear me?

Maybe not.

Maybe not.

If you keep hassling me, I swear

you'll end up in a plastic bag.

Understood?

Think about what you do.

I have a surprise for you.

Alicia!

Hi, Daddy.

I thought you
forgot my birthday.

How could I forgot the most
important day of the year?

What's more, I have a
surprise in the car.

Want to see?

Let's go.

And who are you?

I could ask you the same.

I'm her dad, and you?

I own this place. I was
taking care of your daughter.

Could we talk for a minute?

Alone?

Alicia, sweetie.

- Go wait in the car. Fancy ice cream?
- Okay.

Off you go, I'll be right there.

Hey, hey!

Are you mad? Put it down.

You don't fool me.

I know your game.

You're not going to make
the kid's life hell as well.

What's wrong?

A dad can't see his
kid? Where's Lucía?

What's it to you?

I know what you're up to.

I wasn't born yesterday.

Let her rebuild her life.

Jesus, her life.
She screwed up mine.

She's not a good person.

- Put it down and let's talk.
- Move one more inch

and I'll blow your
head off, b*stard.

If you want, we
can call the police

and not wait for Lucía.

You b*stard!

You piece of sh*t!

Alicia!

Alicia!

Come here, honey! Alicia!

I came to give you these.

Thanks, there was no need.

This is the best option.

I know this isn't easy,
but you're a great actress.

You'll show them
what you are: a star.

You're a star.

Do you know the buzz this
interview has created?

This will be a
golden opportunity.

Remember what we discussed?

It's all photoshopped.
You don't know who did it,

you're leaving that
to the lawyers.

And the most important thing?

- I'm focussing on my work.
- That's right.

- Talk about auditions.
- Yes, auditions.

Elaborate a bit, you know?

I'll ask the makeup girl to touch
up those dark circles, okay?

Wait here.

Just caught. Nice and fresh.

Good work, Patrick. Get him out.

We meet again, dear friend, huh?

I missed you.

Brazil or Mexico?

Where were you
going with my cash?

As I'm a good guy,
I'll forgive you.

But there's something I
can't stop mulling over.

Please, Marcelo...

I was only taking the
money to a safe place.

Sure, a safe place.

And to see your Galician cop
friend on the way, right?

Oh, good old Ferrán.

You're a great liar, you'd
have made a brilliant actor.

I'm telling the truth.

When I found out you'd sold us
to the cops, I got overemotional.

I called my uncle so he'd finally
see that you can't be trusted

and the business should
be run by the family,

but he didn't pick up.

Have you spoken to him recently?

No, of course not.

Where is my uncle, Ferrán?

I don't know.

Don't tempt fate.

Where is my uncle?

I don't know anything.

I swear I know nothing.

Stop, stop, please!
All right, all right.

It was Eligio's doing.

He kidnapped your uncle,

but I have no idea where he is.

He had a deal with the cops.

- To get rid of your uncle.
- Sure.

And you're not involved, right?

- No, no.
- Let's raise the bar.

No, please. I don't
know anything.

sh*t! What does it matter now?

Your uncle is hidden somewhere

and we may never find him.

Don't underestimate my uncle.

The last shot.

No, please. I'm
telling the truth.

Please don't, Marcelo!

I can't stand him whingeing.

Take him away.

Patrick,

talk to the cop and find out what
they know about Eligio's death.

Why weren't you picking up?

You're in trouble.

Officer,

we're chatting more than
a couple of lovebirds.

Ferrán can't talk right now.

What have you done to him?

That doesn't depend on
me, it depends on you.

He told me your little secret.

You like to play
dirty, don't you?

I'll find my uncle
before you do,

and he'll skin you all alive.

What do you want?

A deal.

Keep the old man and Ferrán,
but let me work in peace.

I have to make some calls.

In the end, we have
a lot in common.

You want your medal
and the throne.

If something happens to
Ferrán, my hands are tied.

sh*t!

sh*t! sh*t!

Carolina?

Hello?

Ali! We can play
hide-and-seek later.

Ali!

I've got your favourite cake.

Carolina! Carolina,
are you hurt?

What happened?

Wake up!

Alicia...

What happened? Where is she?

Raúl took her.

Come on, up you get.

- Are you all right?
- Yes, I'm fine.

Damn it!

Hi, Ana, it's Lucía. Please
tell me you're with Raúl.

No, I'm not. I
left him yesterday.

I took your advice and left him.

I reported him for abuse
and the garage thing.

- Know where he might be?
- No, no idea.

- What is it?
- He took Alicia, he's not picking up.

Okay, I'll try and find him.
He's being an idiot as usual.

- I'll call if I hear anything.
- Right.

Thanks, Ana.

- Did he say where he was going?
- No.

I tried to stop him, but
I couldn't. I'm sorry.

We have to call the police.

He took the g*n.

Happy birthday, sweetheart.

- Can I open it?
- Of course.

- Do you like it?
- Yes.

Your mum doesn't
like us being happy.

I'm sick of it, Lucía!

Listen, Raúl.

- Please tell me where you both are.
- Shut up.

Now you'll f*cking listen
to me once and for all!

Okay, fine. Take it easy.

I'm here. Talk to me.

I'm sick of you putting me down.

You've screwed up my life.

I lost the garage

and next it'll be the house.

How can you do this to me
when I love you so much?

Raúl, we can sort it out.

Tell me where you both
are. Listen to me...

No, you're going
to listen to me!

You've ruined my f*cking life

and now I'll ruin yours.

What? Don't do
anything stupid, Raúl.

Tell me where you are,
I'll do whatever you say.

Not so brave now, huh?

I'm sorry, please forgive me.

Alicia is your daughter, too.

This is all your fault.
You're a bad mother.

I hope you remember this
the rest of your life.

You k*lled her.

Raúl, please, listen to me.

Listen, we can
sort it out, okay?

Alicia isn't to
blame for anything.

Shut up!

Listen, Raúl, this isn't you.

We can sort it out. We can
be a family like before.

Please don't hurt Alicia.

Good evening. I'm joined
by this week's guest,

a woman that everyone is
talking about: Eva Santana.

Eva, thank you for
coming on the show.

Thank you.

As everyone knows,
photos were published

in which we can
supposedly see our guest

naked and missing a breast.

Eva, these are obviously
photoshopped images,

a disgusting attempt

at attacking you.

Why do you think they did it?

Eva, are you all right?

- It isn't a photomontage.
- Sorry?

Do you know what happens when
an actress starts to age?

I don't understand the question.

You start to be left behind.

You don't get calls like before.

That's why I decided to
have a breast enlargement.

Perhaps I'd go back to being the
way they thought I should be.

And perhaps I'd get
good roles again.

Unfortunately, the
operation went wrong.

They had to remove a breast.

That's me in the photos.

So you were a victim
of medical negligence?

I don't think that's relevant.

The problem is the
world we live in.

A world that creates this sick
obsession with being perfect women

so that others find us
attractive, desirable.

Because if we're not
perfect, they'll replace us.

If we're not perfect, we don't
exist, or we don't get very far.

We're never good
enough in this world.

And quite frankly, Amelia,

I'm sick of it.

Enough is enough.

Enough is enough.

Every day, women suffer
more just for being women.

It's not fair.

We're not a trophy.

We're not anyone's toy.

What if we're imperfect?
We don't deserve this,

we're sick of paying the price.

We don't belong to anyone.

And we can't let
them trample on us.

We have to look up, be
proud of being women,

and help each other.

And we must do it for ourselves

and for the women
who come after us.

And if they don't want
to offer me more jobs,

that's fine.

We're worth a lot
more than we think.

We just have to believe it.

We just have to believe.

- Evening.
- Evening.

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