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Everyone has the right to a fair trial
and legal representation
regardless of the circumstances.
What exactly are your client's circumstances, according to you?
Not according to me. According to the law.
Circumstances are factors affecting an individual
when a crime is committed.
Right, right. I'm asking about his specific case.
If I wanted a definition, I'd use a dictionary,
and you wouldn't be here, Mr Tabado.
Can you answer the question?
In my particular case, I can't answer because...
we're at a delicate moment in the case,
and I can't anticipate anything that might...
It's a much simpler question, please, Mr Tabado.
It's a much simpler question.
In your opinion, do the circumstances
reduce the severity of this type of crime?
-Yes, they do. -I see.
So for example, if someone was abused as a child,
it justifies them going around raping over and over again.
Perhaps, we should investigate, find evidence, as I say...
Perhaps...
I doubt you have ever put yourself in the victims' shoes.
Not once. Not even close.
-I wouldn't say so otherwise. -Now you know all about me, correct?
You know all about my life?
No, no. You're avoiding the question.
HER DAUGHTER IN HOSPITAL AND SHE'S LECTURING
I COULDN'T GO TO WORK LIKE NOTHING WAS WRONG
FRAUD, TWO WEEKS WITHOUT VISITING HER DAUHTER
NOTHING PERSONAL
Sorry about the mess.
I got in late from work yesterday
so I haven't had time to tidy up.
Well, this is it.
It's very bright
because it faces south
and the sun comes in all day.
So yeah...
The mattress is new.
One thing. Are the 400 euros negotiable?
No, sorry.
Plus utilities.
I see.
Well, I had something cheaper in mind.
I see.
Come on, Jesús.
Look forwards. That's it.
The ball will tempt you.
Feet together. Feet and shoulders same width.
How? Like this?
Weddings are good news.
Good news?
Weddings are fines, Emilio.
I've got three weddings this month.
200 euros each wedding.
Plus the train, the hotel, add it all up.
Well, I've got one. In Maracay.
-Where's that? -In Colombia.
Venezuela.
No, mine's here. A simple courthouse wedding.
Good. That's much better than 500km away in your town
in a 12th-century chapel and all that trouble.
It's for the kids because if it were up to me...
No way.
So if I have to sign a paper, I'll sign it.
Do you have a suit?
Of course. This afternoon is my last fitting.
With a waistcoat and all.
Marina Ochoa is still at the Virgen de la Salud hospital.
Our colleague visited her this morning.
BREAKING NEWS LINA GALLEGO'S DAUGHTER
According to a source at the centre,
Lina and her husband are said to have had a heated argument
in front of medical staff and several patients.
SOURCE STATES SHE MAY HAVE BEEN IN A COMA FOR TWO MONTHS
-Lina, how are you? -Will you be back tomorrow?
How are you feeling?
I chose it. The font and all.
Vero's family got a different one.
A bland beige one.
Listen, Emilio...
I think I can't go.
Don't be shitting me, Pedro. You have to come to my wedding.
Is it because of Sara and your daughter?
Technically I'm not your family anymore.
Not Vero's or yours.
They know that you're invited.
I have no business there.
Why do you do that to yourself?
I get you not wanting to see my sister.
But that... I don't get it.
-Not wanting to see your daughter. -It's not that I don't want to see her.
It seems like it.
-Well, it's not that. -Or what my sister says.
It's not that.
They saw you at the shop the other day.
You could have said hi.
-Your street's still cut off? -Yes.
Drop me off here.
See you tomorrow.
Hello?
We just spoke on the phone.
I'm here to see the room.
May I come in?
He's harmless.
Oki, go, go!
Go, come on!
He's harmless.
I want to see the house first.
It was my mother's room. She died a year ago.
Do you like boats?
I collect them.
Well, they were my father's.
What's your name?
Your real name. What is it?
Pedro.
So this is the place?
Where you spend the day spewing the shit inside you, Pedro?
It isn't just me. There are more
I know it isn't just you.
You're the only one dumb enough to post that you're renting a room.
Have you nothing to say?
You seem more talkative on your profile.
Tell me.
Tell me what you wrote.
But here, now.
In front of me.
I can only say I'm sorry.
As you might imagine, I don't give a shit that you're sorry.
I'm not leaving until you say it to me.
Sit down.
Go on.
Say it to me.
And that's that.
I'll go, it'll be over. That's all I want.
I can't. I don't remember what I wrote.
You don't remember?
No, I don't remember.
Listen, I can delete the comment.
I won't bother you again, I promise.
@Alge68. That's you, isn't it, Pedro?
I don't think that.
Really, I don't think it.
I don't know why I put it. It's nonsense.
Nonsense?
Have you got so little shame as to say this is nonsense?
Maybe this is normal to people like you.
You don't know me.
And do you know me? What do you know about me?
That I have a fucking TV program? That's all you know?
Well, I know more.
More than you know about me, I mean.
-Right. -Well, everyone knows.
And so you allow yourself the luxury of judging me?
Of insulting me?
Of threatening me?
What's your job?
I do maintenance at a golf course.
And your wife? Are you married or something?
We're separated.
Do you have children?
A daughter, but why are you asking me all this?
Because you're right.
You know about me, I know nothing about you.
If I don't post something brutal like that,
they don't read me.
Who?
I don't know, people on the internet.
Go on.
Say it and I'm off.
Why?
What do you care? Because I want to.
Whatever. Just say it.
I could sue you.
I have the best lawyers, you know?
Say it.
"You deserve what happened to you.
I hope..."
I can't, please.
-Go on. -Please...
Go on!
"You deserve what happened to you.
I hope you kill yourself too...
fucking bitch.
If you want, I can help."
Would you?
What?
Help me.
YOU DESERVE WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU. I HOPE YOU KILL YOURSELF. I CAN HELP.
DELETE MESSAGE?
YES
Oki!
You shouldn't drive in your state.
I can drive you home.
Or if you give me some family member's number,
I can call and have them pick you up.
No need.
I'm fine.
Can I take a shower?
Sure.
Here's a towel.
There's body wash and shampoo.
It's anti-dandruff, is that fine?
It's fine.
Lina?
I called you a hundred times.
I called home and Nati said you're not there either.
Come and let's...
I left the towel in the hamper.
All right.
Are you feeling better?
Yes.
There's a plague of parakeets.
They're shooting them.
I have to leave for work.
I'm already quite late.
My parents had a cabinet very similar to this one.
Exactly like it, I'd say.
There's more in here that reminds me of their place.
How much for the room?
Four hundred, why?
Okay. I'm staying.
I'll pay right now, if you want.
Look, I don't understand what you're looking for.
If it's because of what I posted, I already deleted it.
I swear, you can check it out.
I don't care about that.
Is it available?
-The room? -Yes, but...
All right, then. I'll rent it.
I'll transfer the money right now.
Look, it's just...
If you don't want to go home, ma'am,
why not go to a hotel?
I'll give you 2,000 euros.
I don't think many people would pay 2,000 to live here.
It's not a matter of money, it's a matter of...
This makes no sense.
What doesn't?
Nothing.
Nothing you're doing makes sense.
You shouldn't be here.
Where should I be according to you?
Well, home, with your family.
I already said I wasn't serious about helping you.
Relax, it's not that.
I need a place to stay, that's all.
A couple of days.
I just transferred the money.
It should arrive between today and tomorrow.
-May I help with...? -No, no.
I can do it, thanks.
Oh, the dog sometimes opens the door with his paws.
Make sure to close it tight.
Oki.
Indeed. Lina Gallego's husband, Alberto Ochoa, arrived just moments ago
to the hospital where Marina, his 16-year-old daughter, is.
Alberto Ochoa has refused to give a statement
and has asked that we respect his daughter's privacy.
Likewise, he did not want to inform us on his wife's state, Lina Gallego.
...the Catholic Monarchs' grandson, whould become at only 16 years old,
the most powerful king in Christianity.
GRAB WHATEVER YOU WANT
That's been in there for ages. I wouldn't drink it if I were you.
Too late.
Is that your daughter?
I'd prefer you didn't do this.
Do what?
Mess with my things.
Your car was towed, ma'am. You parked in the wrong spot.
Don't call me "ma'am".
I don't call you "sir".
WHERE'S MY WIFE?
ABDUCTED BY ALIENS BUT THEY'LL BRING HER BACK
NOBODY CARES WHAT SHE THINKS
Oki!
Your husband is here.
Who's that guy?
A fan.
How did you find me?
I got a call from the tow company.
Do you have a cigarette?
-Can I have one? -Sure.
Give me another one.
Can you explain why you're here?
Lina, can we talk? Huh?
Can we talk?
I need to stay here for a few days.
You can't do that now.
I can't be with you, Alberto.
I can't look at your face.
I can't see you cry.
Relax, I won't cry.
Okay?
I spoke with the doctor.
We need to set a date for this week.
No.
We're not setting a date.
I think I made myself clear.
Leaving her mid-sentence is making yourself clear?
I'm not killing my daughter because that woman says so.
That doctor and her team have spent two months
doing all they can for our daughter. Don't start.
I'm not starting anything, Alberto.
I want to know what to do to get her out of there.
That's all.
Look...
This is the report and authorisation. I've signed it.
Why are you smirking? What's up?
I'm not signing anything.
-When was the last time you saw her? -What are you talking about?
Have I not visited her?
It's been a week since you've seen her. All you do is go to the hospital,
hide and look through the window.
What are you implying?
Your daughter deserves you going in and staying by her side.
She doesn't deserve this.
That's why I want to get her out. That place is killing her.
Our daughter has been dead for weeks. Can't you see?
What do I see?
I see her breathing. Her face is pink.
Dead people don't breathe, their faces aren't pink.
A machine is doing the breathing.
A machine.
Please, go to the hospital and look at her.
Don't be selfish.
Seriously? Not wanting to kill my daughter is selfish?
Our daughter is dead!
I've spent two months living in that room, by her side.
What do you want? "Best Father of the Year Award"?
-You always do that. -Do what?
Notice it for once. You always do it.
You always try to make others feel like dumbasses.
This isn't some argument between you and I or some shit like that.
You blame me, don't you?
What are you saying?
Yes, you blame me.
No, I don't.
Of course you do.
Lina...
You...
You know...
I knew you'd cry. I just knew it.
Listen.
This is all we can do for her.
Please.
Hi!
A NEIGHBOUR SENT ME THIS... SHE FILMED IT THIS MORNING
#LinaNightie #LikeNothingNappened
WHERE IS SHE? NOT HER HOUSE...
DAUGHTER IN A COMA AND SHE'S HIDING
I have to take your phone away. He ratted you out.
He also uses it. Everyone does.
Yeah, but I'm paid to tell you if you get caught.
Julián is right.
You're all day on your phone. You almost drove on the green.
What's up with you?
Where should we go? Our regular place?
You coming for a drink?
I can't. Have fun, guys.
Thanks.
Hello, Pedro. Sorry to bother you.
Just a question. Is Lina in your house?
There are photos of Lina in the pool, at your house, we believe.
-Can you confirm she's there? -What's your connection to the family?
Is Lina okay? Is she using any substances?
-Pedro, thanks for answering. -What's your relationship?
...there's evidence against you
that back these accusations,
and it's concrete evidence, Mr. Martínez.
What concrete evidence?
There's nothing, Íñigo. Nothing.
And I'm tired of the manipulation and the lies.
Mr. Martínez, on this show, we don't manipulate nor lie...
Look at him. Happy as a clam, that fucker.
He's waited two years to sit in my chair.
...according to the reports, there are irregularities...
Excuse me.
He doesn't look at his eyes, you see?
He doesn't look at him. He's constantly looking away.
You've got to pierce them with your eyes.
That makes them super nervous.
You know my trick?
I never greet them before interviews. Never. I ignore them.
Then when I ask the first question, they get all defensive.
I don't really know how I'd react if I had to face myself.
Listen...
I can return the money if you want to go.
Who said I wanted to go?
I'm good here.
...they're administrative errors that can be solved
without all this...
I don't recall ever being interviewed well.
This is no media circus, that's not our style.
-It's your style? -No...
Come.
Come. Sit down.
But...
Here.
In front of me.
Sit down.
Sit.
You have to say "Good morning".
Or "Good evening" at this time of night...
Say, "Good evening".
Good evening.
I'm pleased to be on your show.
No, you must look me in the eye. Look at me.
Good.
Now, ask me whatever you want.
You're the host.
Why did you decide to become a host, ma'am?
What kind of shitty question is that?
And don't call me "ma'am". I don't like it.
Ask something else.
Why are you here?
With me?
Why don't you leave?
That's a good one.
I don't want to be there.
Where?
Where she is.
In the hospital.
It makes no sense that you're here.
You don't get it.
Alberto doesn't either. This is all my fault.
Her being like that is my fault.
And now, all she needs from me is to sign a paper
so she can go, so she can leave because all she wanted
was to leave.
And I can't even do that.
I'm not capable.
I can't sign it.
Oki?
Good boy!
Where are you?
Look what I brought you! Look!
Oh my!
Hello?
I know you're here.
Holy shit!
So it's true you're in here with my dad.
The two of you are trending topic.
People are batshit crazy.
Some say he's drugging you up here.
Are you hiding or what?
No.
You're wearing my grandma's dress.
You must have a walk-in closet as big as this room
with purses and shoes organised by colour.
Tell me, how many pairs of shoes do you have?
I don't know. Many.
So you're hiding.
What would you be doing here with my dad?
I like your hair like this.
Curly.
Much better than on TV. You look younger.
They do your hair like an old lady.
Sorry about your daughter.
They're stirring shit on your show, criticising you for not visiting her.
It's all over TV.
Do you smoke?
-Yeah, why? -Do you have tobacco?
Rollies.
Look.
Let me steal some.
Do you have a filter?
-No. -Here.
It's been ages since I've rolled one up.
I'm not sure I can do it.
It's easy if you smoked joints when you were younger.
Sometimes I did.
Thanks. -No prob.
-Do you have a lighter? -Yeah, top pocket.
Do you see it?
Are you in high school?
Nope.
I'm doing an online hygiene course.
I need it to become a tattoo artist.
I've done a lot of tattoos on pig skin I get from the butcher
and on human skin, just these two.
Cool, right?
Will you stay here long with my dad?
I don't know. I don't think so.
Well, don't tell him I came.
There's a hole back in the bushes, next to the shed,
for if you want to escape.
Okay, I'll keep that in mind.
Thanks.
Give me 10 bucks and I'll buy you a pack of panties.
I don't see you wearing my grandma's.
Can you also bring me a hair clip?
Of course.
Sure.
I'm horrible at cocktail parties.
I just talk and talk, and never eat.
The trick is to talk where the waiters come out.
So we're eating pieces of bread with things?
I had a sirloin steak in mind.
Don't worry. You'll be anything but hungry.
You'll have to offer lobster too, right?
There'll be a celebrity guest at your wedding.
Pedro, are you taking your friend?
Julián.
Hi, Pedro. How are you?
-How are you? -We have some questions, Pedro.
How is Lina?
-Has she seen Marina? -Did you come from the hospital?
What's your connection to Lina?
How is Lina doing? What can you tell us?
Are you living together?
Will you give a statement?
-Do you know her husband? -How are you, Pedro?
Anything to say?
Why is her phone off?
Why is Lina at your house?
-Can you comment on it? -Please, answer. Why?
Can you tell us when Lina will come out, please?
-Thank you for answering. -Why won't she come back?
Pedro!
They parked it in the middle of the street.
I waited a few hours... but it was still there...
I had to do something.
There's more if you want.
I didn't know it was Lina's car.
Grab whatever you want from the fridge.
With what you pay, you can eat the whole fridge.
...he keeps himself to himself, he doesn't talk to anyone.
He's very quiet.
Are you Pedro Rico's friend?
No, we're not friends.
We just went to the same school.
But we were just on nodding terms.
That's all. We never played together when we were kids.
But everyone knows about him.
One day he crashed into a truck with his daughter in the car.
Imagine how drunk he must've been.
That son of a bitch.
That's not how it happened.
It was a little fender bender,
but that's all.
My daughter was fine.
-No need to defend yourself. -I know.
I'm not defending myself, I'm just saying my daughter was fine.
That's all.
Do you believe in that?
In patron saints I mean, God, things like that.
No. I don't.
My mother did. Very much.
"Patron Saint, pray for me,
so I may receive solace and support from the Heavens
for all my needs and suffering,
particularly,"
open parentheses, "Say your prayer".
"Eternally grateful. Amen."
I envy people that believe in this,
thinking that someone is always there listening to you,
helping you solve your problems.
He didn't listen to my mother.
Or he hid it very well.
And...
help her, even less.
For starters, he let her marry my father.
And then my mother prayed for my father to change,
and he left him exactly as he was,
stuck in a bar for 30 years until he croaked.
So...
She also pestered the big guy upstairs because of me.
I don't think he paid much attention either.
Sometimes...
when I'd really give my mother trouble,
and I got into some deep shit,
she'd tell me that I was like him.
Not him, "him", my father.
The one with the moustache, in the living room?
That one.
It's hard to outrun genetics.
I'm saying what you're all thinking.
You think the same, Gonzalo, but you don't say...
Uncle Emilio won't expect it.
I said I'd plan something for the wedding, but not what.
The idea is to take goofy photos of the guests or whatever
so they can have them as a keepsake.
Or make an album. I'm not sure yet.
Is this it?
No, it's an old Polaroid.
It has to be here because my dad never chucks anything.
Look, like this, for example.
Tell me why the hell he'd keep this.
It's an old siphon bottle.
It must be my grandpa's.
Another junk collector.
It's full.
-I don't even know what's in it. -No! Don't do that.
This house is full of fucking hoarders.
I tell you, as soon as it's mine, I'm throwing everything away.
I won't have kids so they don't have to inherit my shit.
I'll be the last of my kind.
You're sure of that.
I'm super sure of that.
I'm only worried about who will find my corpse.
The only thing kids are good for.
I'm positive I'll find my dad's skeleton on the sofa when he croaks,
watching TV or on the computer or whatever.
Nothing here.
Did you want kids?
No.
So how old is your daughter?
Sixteen.
I saw her once, you know?
In a magazine.
Holding hands with her dad in a park or something.
Look!
This is it!
This is the camera.
Let's see. Smile!
It doesn't work.
Does it have batteries?
I think these things expire. Maybe since it's been here for ages...
The roll or negatives, I don't know.
Well, give me, I'll see if I can change whatever it needs.
I never had a Polaroid. Too bulky for me.
Aren't they?
They weigh a lot.
When I was little, my dad followed all over with this.
I don't know how he could write that about you.
Your dad isn't easy.
He didn't use to be such an asshole.
Or he was better at hiding it.
He won't go to my uncle's wedding, the only one who stands him,
and that's because I'm going.
He can't be bothered to be a dad for once.
Anyway...
Oh, shit!
I almost forgot!
-The panties! -Medium six-pack.
And the hair clip.
Awesome.
That cost me one euro and those 12 euros, 2 euros the pair.
My purse is upstairs.
I'll pay you. -No rush. Later.
And...
Now we're talking!
A little gift.
I took it from my mum before I left.
You stole it?
You're shameless.
I thought, "For Lina."
Thank you.
WE KNOW YOUR ADDRESS, WE KNOW YOU'RE PEDRO RICO
GET READY FOR A SURPRISE VISIT
FUCKING DRUNK WASTE OF SPACE
HE'S TAKING ADVANTAGE... THE POLICE SHOULD DO SOMETHING
HE'LL PLAY THE VICITIM, MUST BE A FAN OF THE SHOW
YOU ARE ABOUT TO DELETE YOUR ACCOUNT. ARE YOU SURE?
YES
Remember, don't move your left foot.
Never move it. Move like this...
and finish like this.
-Is that the guy? -Yeah. What's up?
Forget him.
He's stirred things up enough.
Listen, for God's sake. Right.
You didn't take pictures of him?
You're fucking serious? Don't.
We're already in hot water with all this.
This guy, honestly.
Wait till management get involved.
Come on.
When you do this...
Watch me, for fuck's sake.
Hold on. Celebrity!
What's up?
They're watching you more than me.
What?
Hey! What gives?
What's your problem?
You don't have anything to say?
Pedro.
I had to bail on Vero because of you.
I shouldn't be here. I'm fucking getting married tomorrow.
You can't imagine how much I want you to get fucking married.
So you can stop going on and on about the invitations,
the suit, the waistcoat you're wearing,
the 33 canapés we'll eat...
It's like you're...
the first fucking person to get married.
Sorry.
Look, Pedro, I think it's best you go home.
Take a few days off.
I think you have some saved up.
Come back once you've sorted things out.
Plus, I thought, "Who cares if you get the job or I do?"
The money's for the family.
There's no use in fighting over that nonsense.
A bit more bread, please!
Plus, neither of us ever get picked.
That's right. I wonder why.
Why do you think, Roberto? Because we're over the hill.
I just saw my daughter leaving the house.
She came to get a Polaroid.
She wants it for the wedding.
You shouldn't have opened the door.
I didn't open anything. She has keys.
She comes to see the dog when you're out.
Ever since you came through that door,
nothing makes sense.
I have nothing to do with this.
That's your problem.
What's my problem?
Your daughter not feeling loved by you.
She told you this?
Isn't that what you wanted?
You have no idea.
What?
You don't want her to see how shitty you are?
She knows that perfectly well.
And she doesn't care.
She prefers a shitty dad than no dad.
How about that?
That's just your excuse.
An excuse?
That's an excuse?
So what's this then?
Huh? What's this?
Your daughter dying in a fucking hospital
and you hiding, giving me parenting advice.
What the fuck is that?
What's your excuse?
You and I are...
selfish people.
The only difference is that I'm famous and you're not.
But don't worry.
Once I leave, those guys are coming with me.
-...from the English academy. -Oh.
They can't this afternoon so they changed my class.
To tomorrow.
We have something very special to share with you.
You all know that our colleague, Lina, hosted this show for many years
and I had the privilege of working with her every afternoon.
Before she left to present her new show seven years ago,
we prepared a very special surprise for her birthday.
We've managed to find the footage.
Oh my!
What are you doing here?
Do you recognise them?
Boy do I!
I thought you were acting odd today.
What's this all about?
Well, it is your birthday.
Thank you.
Hi, Marina. How are you?
Good?
Do you like mummy's workplace?
Yes.
You know her dressing room is full of photos of you?
And a little birdie told me
that you really like drawing.
Yes.
Tell her what.
I like drawing animals and houses.
Tell them why you like drawing houses.
Because I like them.
Of course, because she wants to be an architect.
Don't you want to be a journalist like mummy?
No. I want to make houses and other things.
Ask me why it's my fault.
Why is it your fault?
She called me.
Marina called me.
Right before it.
She wanted to talk.
She called several times.
I was finishing something.
I don't remember what.
But it must've been important. At least I...
thought it was important.
I saw the call.
And I didn't answer.
I let it ring till the end.
My phone was on the table.
I saw her name.
And I didn't answer.
She wanted to talk with me.
And I didn't answer.
And I didn't because I didn't want to.
Fuck.
Here she comes.
-Hit record. -Camera, come on.
Get over here.
-Hi, Lina. How are you? -Hi, Lina.
Good afternoon. How are you? Are you going to the hospital?
Any news about your daughter's state?
What's the nature of your relationship with Pedro?
Did he apologise for what he said online?
Why did you spend so much time here?
People wonder when you'll be back on set.
Lina, how's your daughter?
What does your husband think about all this?
Any comments on what people have said on TV about you?
We can't wait to see you back on your show.
How are you?
Lina, have you spoken with Alberto?
Wait. Run!
Hi, Pedro. Do you want to give a statement?
-Any statement? -Careful.
Are you a couple?
Thank you for your time.
Did you get it?