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Good morning. We're live from the main court in Alicante,
waiting for one of the highest-profile trials of the year.
Once the complaint against the four defendants is accepted,
the pretrial proceedings can start.
During that time, both sides will try to present their cases.
Undoubtedly, one of this year's most noteworthy cases.
-Manuel. -I told her she couldn't come in.
Mercedes needs no invitation. Did you offer a coffee?
I don't want anything, you bastard.
And a clumsy bastard, indeed.
Excuse me.
Wow!
What a coincidence.
What's this?
An investigation into your father-in-law and his interesting dealings.
What do you mean?
Víctor Entrerríos was a giant with feet of clay.
His power-grabbing was directly proportional
to his ability to corrupt.
I've been stalling for a while.
Some of my colleagues are wondering why.
Some colleagues? Everybody knows we're friends.
People's minds run wild, Mercedes.
I had to choose between accepting the complaint
or allowing an audit of your accounts.
Our accounts are clean.
Have you wondered why your father-in-law chose you over his own son?
Do you really think it was for your talent?
It's prosecutable.
I care about my son, not what happens to my husband.
I don't doubt it.
Now, forget this and help your son.
How?
Reaching a deal with the judge and the prosecution.
What kind of deal?
Acknowledging the charges and waiving the evidence.
The trial amounts to agreeing on the settlement.
You already knew that.
And you made me play along.
You never intended to help me.
I am helping you.
How do you say "aunt"?
Perfect.
…adds even more interest to a case where the biggest enigma
remains an unusual twist in this type of crime.
One of the defendants was the victim's boyfriend.
Why would he participate in something so terrible?
A question we'll try to answer.
Sources close to the district attorney say the trial might start
earlier than expected.
Here, in the town where the alleged rape took place…
-A settlement? -That's what he told me.
The same guy who fucked you in exchange for nothing?
-Speak to me with respect, Mariano. -You cheat on me, and I should thank you?
Eloy says we should consider it. What do you think?
We wouldn't accept a sentence, Mercedes. To settle is the same or worse.
We must not appear weak.
Even if we are.
All the evidence will be checked.
The defense will try to find witnesses wherever.
If they have to buy them, they will.
They will do anything to win, as they have shown.
They will go after you mercilessly, Alba.
Claiming you wanted it, you provoked them,
and all kinds of outrageous things.
The bad news,
they will do it really well.
No good news?
They don't know angry me.
We must be strong.
The only thing that matters, the only thing
is that the court believes you.
And of course, that the guilty get what they deserve.
The guilty.
Yes, Alba.
As of today, they are all guilty.
I need some air.
Of course.
Don't worry. There's no rush.
Take your time.
And what do we do until then?
-What do you mean, "until then"? -Until the trial starts.
Work. We're going to work.
We have to get ready. We can't make any mistakes.
Can we win?
Do you know the story of David and Goliath?
Let's hope this has the same ending.
We must have faith.
I'm here.
Tell me what you need to, and I'll go. I'm not setting foot here again.
You may have to come back as many times as it takes.
This is not a party.
We are not here to have fun.
With what's coming, we'll have to lean on each other.
Because if one falls, the rest fall too.
And we can't allow that.
Right, Bruno?
I saw Bruno yesterday.
And?
He was with Clara.
I didn't say hi.
And on the way here, I was thinking about
how hard this must be for you.
Hey…
Bruno.
I've seen you together,
since the day you hooked up until all this shit blew up.
Is it really not worth fighting for?
It's so easy to say that.
What do you feel for him?
-I don't… It's complicated. -No, it's simple.
One thing is Bruno, and another is what happened.
How do I separate them?
How do I do it?
I don't know how to help Alba.
I want to be near her, but maybe I should leave her be.
I don't know how to talk to you.
I don't want to look you in the eyes.
Bruno, hey, look at me.
Look at me.
Don't you forget that I know who you are.
I'm going to back you up all your life.
For everything, wherever.
Whatever happens, you have me forever.
You really think he did it?
If I want to move on, I have to erase that night from my life.
And to do that, I need to erase him.
I'm going crazy.
There's no good way out of this.
Look, Bruno, do you still think you don't want a lawyer?
I'll mortgage the shop for the money.
I'll do whatever, but you need your own lawyer.
I'd rather be with them…
know what they're up to.
That way, I can help Alba.
Against your own interest.
I deserve that.
Miss, I'd like to return this.
-It's just-- -With all due respect…
You should see your face.
-What are you doing here? -What do you think?
-You cheeky idiot. -Did you miss me?
SIX MONTHS EARLIER
Thanks, Dani.
Oh, my God, Dani, what a nice T-shirt. Rescue Squad, coming through!
My God! This man is pale. We must evacuate him at once.
-Rubén-- -I'm saving you.
-From whom? -From yourself.
What's up, man? Get something to…
Man!
My mom keeps asking if you've done any of the TV ads.
Just like my nephew. I haven't even finished my degree.
-I don't know if I will. -How come?
-You don't like advertising? -I don't like manipulating people.
Since when are you so ethical?
Madrid is changing you.
So? What are you doing tonight?
-Let's go to the Note? -Guys, hold on.
I'm fucking tired of the Note, the Rally, the Sumo,
and this fucking shit.
-Why don't we do something different? -Like what?
Like breaking Bruno's balls maybe.
-No, that's not new. -No, really, what can we do?
Hey, why don't we go to a party?
Guess what's on tonight.
The Fine Arts' party. Why should I shut up?
-Fuck that. I'm not going to-- -Guys, they told me it's…
-A fantasy. -Exactly!
No, no, no. I have an exam on Monday.
Fine Arts? Really?
Look, I didn't come to see you.
I came to party before going back to the bleak reality.
Bleak reality? You love living there.
Yeah, but off-season is a horror movie.
Worst of all, there are no guys.
Let's see here.
This man just got back from Somalia. We must celebrate that.
Jacobo's on his way.
Please, take pity on me.
Fantasy. Let's go! Yes!
-I don't believe you. -It's true.
What's up? It's a handicapped spot.
Man, no. After 450 kilometers, I'm not looking for a parking space.
At your service, lieutenant.
-At ease. -Come here, you.
-I'm so happy to see you. -Same.
-How was Somalia? -He killed some jihadists, right?
Shut up.
Did you wash your hands well? I don't want to catch a virus.
How are you?
-Better now. -I came just for you.
-And I came for you, asshole. -Oh, thanks, both of you.
-They think they're superior. -Because we are, cuz.
So, what kind of shithole have you taken me to?
This place is a mix of nerds and potheads.
-All of them little pigs. -Well, let's go for the pigs.
So, introduce me to someone.
-What do you think about this one? -Not bad.
-He's in your class? -No. His name's Gael. He's wild.
He does graffiti. Sculptor, painter, photographer…
So, I posed for his class. For a fee, of course.
And why didn't you tell me?
Because it's no big deal. Who cares?
Butt naked?
No. In a suit of armor. What do you think?
-Alba, we're gonna get messy tonight. -You're mad.
I swear.
Bego, I have friends who want to meet you. And you, go get another one.
-What's there? -What are you doing?
-No way. You went gaga for a girl. -I wasn't looking at anyone.
-Bruno, you zoned out looking at her. -How was she?
-Maybe I like her too. I'll join the game. -I'm zipping it.
Come on, let's have a beer.
That's what I missed the most.
What? The chicks?
Maybe over there Hugo was…
No, he doesn't like darkies. He only does whiteys.
-Hey, hey. Respect. -It's a joke.
No, it's not a joke.
So, we're a bit classist and a bit racist. What's the problem?
Hey, Bruno.
Fuck you doing in the men's bathroom?
The same as you but sitting down. Got a problem?
Never seen a girl in the boys' room? Well, now you got a story to tell.
Bruno.
Alba?
Hi.
Was that you looking at me out there?
I think so.
Your face rang a bell.
So did yours… but that's not why I was looking at you.
Oh, no?
No.
Hugo, I can't stand Bruno, man.
Like, did you see him? Did you?
Someday, I'll fuck up his square face.
-Hugo. Are you listening? -Yes, I always listen to you, Rubén.
-Who is it? -Sandra keeps sending me boob pics.
-It's so funny. -Why?
Sundays, she plays guitar at the priest's.
Have you seen the geisha? Fuck!
It's my roommate.
Who?
The geisha.
-Wow. -Yep.
What are you doing at this party?
Well, I don't know. I didn't want to come.
Me neither.
But here we are.
Yes, and…
Why are we hiding here? I don't understand.
I don't know.
Wanna go?
So, when you saw me, you didn't know you knew me?
It's a bit of a difficult question.
Why?
Because my subconscious might have known.
But you saw me and felt something?
Yes.
And in that moment, you didn't know you knew me?
Well, I don't know. Where are you going with this?
-Me? -Yes.
My place.
Just to break the ice.
What's wrong? Am I rushing things?
No.
Good.
Well… that's everything, right?
Yes.
And the sofa? Where is it?
The sofa was from…
There was a shelf there, right?
-There was. -Yeah.
I'll take care of it.
-Fuck. It's Toño, again. -Have you told him yet?
No. And you?
Eh, your brother? Why would I tell him--
Your aunt, idiot.
No, not yet.
Hey, this is for real, isn't it?
Look, this is so real,
when we go home, I'll climb on the town hall balcony,
and I'll announce it, okay?
Great.
-I have to go. -No.
I have class.
You have the keys here. Make yourself at home. Do what you want.
Have a nice day.
Bye.
WELCOME
Albita, what's up?
-I'm screwed. -Why?
Because I'm happy, Bego.
Really happy.
CLARA'S FRUITS & VEGETABLES
Wow… you're back.
I'll find out who did the graffiti.
Don't worry. They'll tire eventually.
Even so.
Let me help you.
How is Olivia?
Well, she seems to be responding to the treatment.
I would have liked to stay a bit longer, but she's in good hands.
-She's with your wife, right? -With my ex-wife.
-I guessed so. -Yeah, yeah.
Well, our relationship is getting better.
As parents, I mean.
Have you… fixed your relationship with the Entrerríos?
Yes, of course.
For good?
For good.
And you only took away their fines?
It seems disproportionate for them to pay for your daughter's treatment in America
if you just took away a few fines.
César, look. There is one thing you can do for me.
Can you help Bruno…
by doing whatever you can?
I need to keep working.
We can't have long faces, showdowns with the press,
or statements.
You must dress immaculately at all times.
No more nights out either.
You must lead a family life.
A family life? A fucking family life? More than we already have, I don't know.
-What do you mean? -That the partying is over.
It's about lying low, cuz.
-If I want to party, who will stop me? -Me.
Clean up this shit, Eloy.
Have we discussed what you know about these cases?
We have a very well-prepared team.
You better have.
Let's go, Hugo.
Rubén, they're right.
If we want them to think we're not fucking jerks,
we need to show them we're not.
-Who the fuck said we were jerks? -You're risking the future.
The future? Come on, what future? Your future?
Jacobo's future?
No, thanks.
Jacobo's pissing me off. Who the fuck does he think he is?
I don't trust him.
He only thinks of one fucking thing. Being the best, like Grandpa.
Forget him. He'll get his.
Doesn't Mom get she can't control me?
I'll work at the company and marry Sandra if I feel like it.
-You mom wants the best for you. -The best for herself.
What's the difference?
-Hey, what the fuck are you doing? -Hey.
Rubén, listen.
-They're right. -Come on.
We're togeth… Hey.
We're together in this.
Look at me.
Blink if you understand.
Yes. Sometimes, I feel like you're the only one who gets me.
I'm always screwing up, and you're always by my side.
That's what friends are for.
Yeah, well… you're much more than a friend.
Thanks a lot.
What the fuck are you doing?
-I-- -Get out. Get out of here!
Fucking faggot! Get out! Son of a bitch.
A rumor has been circulating for a few days at the Provincial Court.
It's possible that both parties will reach a settlement.
This would mean--
Where do they get this information?
I think I have a good idea.
No one has phoned you about money or a deal?
No. For the moment, they chose to leak it to the press.
Yeah, but I don't get what's in it for them.
Well, for now, as the journalist says, it's just a rumor.
Giving them time to see if we take the bait.
If they phone you, they'd be admitting guilt.
Yes, and also showing their good disposition.
They would achieve their main goal of not going to trial.
They would avoid media exposure,
and the scandal wouldn't affect their business.
Yes, but this way, everyone will know they're guilty.
Yes… but they would avoid jail.
In time, all would be forgotten.
A clean slate.
-Yes? -Bruno Costa?
Who is it?
Mónica Robledo, reporter. Please, don't hang up.
Are you there?
Yes.
Thank you very much.
I'm calling you to ask you about Alba's case--
César?
Are you drunk?
Are you okay?
I've thought about what you said.
About helping Bruno.
I can't.
I'm sorry.
If I tried…
I'd lose my daughter.
NO MEANS NOOOO
RAPISTS!!!!!
HI, HOW R U?
Why didn't you mention the judge?
I thought it would all work out.
Son of a bitch.
He'll get what's coming to him.
Yeah.
What are you afraid of?
I don't want to lose.
The trial?
I mean my son.
Thoughts on the lady lawyer?
She doesn't know what she got herself into.
We've tried to talk to the victim's lawyer, Marta Villar,
but it hasn't been possible.
However, Marta Villar has worked in various law firms,
successfully defending much less noble causes than this one.
We wonder what caused her radical change of direction.
It's strange that she is a professional with very little experience on…
-Yes? -Hello, Marta. Good evening.
Do you remember me? Do you know who this is?
Of course. I still have your number.
I've been expecting this call for days.
Eloy, there's no deal.
What? Gone all shy suddenly?
-Hey. -Hi.
I came to return Toño's tools. He lent them to me the other day.
He's sleeping now.
I can leave them here so I don't need to come in.
Since when do you need an excuse to see me?
I wanted to see if you're okay… Are you?
Well, then…
I'm off.
Stay.
Are you sure?
Come in.
From what we know so far,
even though the defendants were willing to admit their guilt,
the private prosecution, represented by Marta Villar,
Alba Llorens' attorney,
has rejected any deal, and they will go to trial.
We remind you, the defendants are facing sentences of up to 20 years.
Everything will be fine, son.
-Hey, Aunt. What is it? -Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you.
You sure?
Yes. The trial's tomorrow, and I didn't want you to be alone.
Don't worry.
Whatever will be, will be.
Something to drink?
I was in bed already.
Bruno, how can you be so calm?
Well… I try not to think about it much.
I mean, I don't want to leave you alone. And, I don't know, that family…
I feel so impotent for not helping you more.
With them, I have the best defense.
If you want to help, then don't suffer for me.
You're the only person by my side.
That's more than enough.
Really.
-Well… I'll stay the night. -What?
-Yes. -There's no need.
-Weren't you going to bed? Go on. -I'm not ten.
Yes, I'll stay, watch a movie,
and when you fall asleep, I'll shut the door and sneak out.
Aunt… I'm fine.
You need to rest too.
Go home, and I'll see you tomorrow.
All right.
Wait.
Stay.
Off you go. Go to bed. Go to bed.
I'll watch a movie and stay here all relaxed.
Go on.
-Get some rest. -You too.
Hey.
Take it. I know you're always cold.
Oh, you know me well, kid.
Good night.
All of this will pass.
And then?
Well,
we'll look for a fresh start.
Together, if you want.
Tirso,
I'm not…
We loved each other once.
And we could go back there.
-I don't want to go back anywhere. -No, I don't mean going back.
I mean… looking for a future,
together.
The day before
what they did to me…
Bruno and I went running.
Ahead of us was this woman who couldn't breathe well.
He stopped, he helped her…
and we took her home.
We were going at a snail's pace.
I was frantic.
But when… we lay down in the grass again…
right there, I realized that guy was…
someone special.
He would never let me down or leave me behind.
But… I think I was mistaken.
Thank you for being here, Tirso.
I'll always look after you.
After concluding the pretrial proceedings without a settlement between the sides,
the much-anticipated trial of the four young men
accused of raping a girl from their town will start today.
Wearing a tie won't make me less guilty.
-The hell is up with Bruno? -Don't worry about Bruno.
-Why not? -Cuz, it's normal he has doubts, okay?
-With this mess he has-- -He shouldn't have fucked her--
-He didn't touch her! -The fuck do you know? You were high.
-Don't shout at me-- -Get off!
Hey, what's wrong with you two? You've been insufferable for weeks.
Look, I don't care…
This kid's an idiot. I don't care, but fix it.
Just what I need, more problems.
-I said sorry. What else can I do? -Hugo, get lost.
You're a fag and didn't tell me?
You'd have accepted it?
You see?
Thank you.
-Hello. -Good day, everyone.
We're starting the oral sessions
for the trial 20/34 789,
year 2020.
As is fitting,
the court secretary will read the accusation and defense statements.
Hey, you want to take a walk?
No, no. I prefer to stay.
Do you know the charges you are here for today?
And how do you plead to those charges?
I wanted… I wanted to say--
I can't hear you.
-I… I just want to say-- -A little louder, please.
I'm innocent.
If I knew what would happen…
I wouldn't have done it.
Nowadays, it's hard to know where the limits are.
But clearly, everything is subjective.
Perspectives on the same fact can be different and contradictory.
While, from my point of view, I'm innocent,
I'm sorry about what happened, and I apologize for it.
I only want justice served, Your Honor.
-What's going on? -Yesterday, I found a letter.
-This changes everything, Marta. -No, it doesn't.
-We could leak it. -What would that get us?
Protests in front of the courthouse? It doesn't work like that, Alba.
The district attorney requests a 20-year prison sentence
for the defendants Jacobo Entrerríos, Rubén Entrerríos, and Hugo Roig.
As for Bruno Costa, we must add a ten-year sentence for gender violence.
I'm sorry, but it's a criminal trial.
I can't defend the victim and the accused together.
One will win, and one will lose.
Maybe it was me, but I didn't see your daughter at the trial.
I know I backed you all until I heard the sentence,
but the engagement with Rubén must be called off.
Don't squeeze so tight, Rubén.
-Let me go! -Rubén?
Hugo.
-What do you want? -Just to speak with you.
Your friend Bruno didn't take part in the rape.
And you want to say it. Why not tell the judge the truth for once?
Do you swear to tell the truth to what you're asked?
I swear.
Did Bruno Costa have sexual intercourse with the plaintiff?
The question is very simple, Mr. Roig.
Yes or no?
After the Alba thing, someone attacked me.
-What? -They threatened to harm you all.
You and Alba's family. I think it was someone…
César.