A NETFLIX SERIES
EPISODE 6 ALONE
The clinic called.
Can we talk?
From time to time, I heard gossip about his getaways to France.
I told him that without fidelity, there's no self-respect.
But he never listened to me.
He hid who he was right up until the end.
Even worse.
You don't care what you get involved in.
It was your son who leaked the video and got paid for it.
I was as discreet as I could be.
For your own sake.
Why are you here?
I can't stand seeing you on the news
or hearing you on the radio.
Four years like this?
Having to do business with you?
Shaking your hand for photos?
No.
What about the people who beat up César?
That's my business.
It's easier for you to blame me. Of course.
Force of habit.
You were just an annoyance before.
They shoehorned you in.
For the gender quota.
Aren't you ashamed?
This world is tailor-made for you.
You don't want to change it. That's up to me.
Don't you see you need me and I won't be there?
Getting rid of me
won't lessen your pain.
There's someone out there
who's walking free after having smashed your son's head in.
-And you come here? -You were the cause.
The rest is a consequence.
I'll see you at my inauguration.
They need an answer.
If we want them to transfer the embryo, today is the last day.
I still want to.
We've left this conversation too late.
I…
I don't have as many opportunities as I thought, Alicia.
What if it's now or never?
I don't know, María.
I don't know… if I'm ready.
I'm going ahead.
Maybe it's… better I go to my parents' house.
I can rest up there.
It'll do me good to take it easy for a few days.
I'm going to the police.
Bizen, you don't know what you're saying.
That won't help you or your coworkers.
Are you worried about us? Or about saving your own skins?
For fuck's sake. I'm sick of being the only one to take the hit.
-We understand. -You understand, my ass.
Her sister is crazy. She wants to screw me over.
When things get complicated,
and they will,
you'll be better off than your coworkers.
Nothing's worse than being without a job, Bizen.
Nothing.
"My slut ex sucking me off till I come."
200,000 views.
"I fuck my ex-girlfriend, and she screams like a whore."
Half a million.
It's called revenge porn. It's very popular.
Some videos are fake, but many others are real.
They're betrayals.
Because he doesn't get what he wants, when he wants it, and how he wants it.
Where the fuck did Xabi post yours?
Where?
Why aren't you ready yet?
-Let's go! -It's raining, Dad.
Who cares? Come on, get up.
I barely slept.
Me neither.
Come on, Leire. Let's go!
Hello.
-Just two drags. -I'm back on Grindr, no judgment.
Hey, your inspector is here to see you. What's it about?
Don't let her keep you. The meeting's in half an hour.
No one's canceled?
The only thing I don't like about women is you doubt so much.
Well, I thought you'd already forgotten about me.
Can I come in?
Sure.
I came to tell you I've opened an official investigation
to solve your case.
Right now? So close to the candidacy?
It's my job. I don't want to make things worse for you.
Then stop. You know perfectly well the damage it will do me.
Ms. Zubiri, I didn't come to justify myself to you.
I just wanted to let you know.
I'll keep you updated.
Have a good day.
I'm getting cancellations from the businesspeople in droves.
Golf, homeopathy… The excuses are insulting.
-That's what they want. -Why?
The police come, and you guess they'll stand you up.
And I'm in the dark. I don't know why I'm here.
As an adviser or as a friend. If I even am your friend.
The apartment belongs to a friend of Grandma's.
Anyway, it has three bedrooms,
a space in the parking garage…
It's nice.
What's wrong?
Hey, what's wrong?
Are you okay?
Are you sure?
Why didn't you sleep last night?
I'm going to say yes to Grandma.
-I'm switching schools. -No, Leire. No.
Next year. There are only a few months left.
Do you still go to choir?
I expect more from you than from myself.
Look at your mom.
She's the same as always.
She's unshakable.
Hey, what is it with school?
Are they giving you a hard time, or what?
Who?
That cockroach, Xabi?
Who, then?
Your girlfriends?
It doesn't matter.
But…
I'll be strong.
This is my place.
I'll conquer my fear.
My shame.
My guilt.
I'll forget the cruelty.
I'll distance myself from people who don't understand,
who I don't understand.
There's a place for me in the world.
That's enough.
That's a lot.
Ane.
Hey.
Thanks.
You know you can't operate machinery on them.
That's why I didn't go to the doctor.
If you want, we can meet up one day to go for a walk, have a chat…
Listen, I know I haven't…
I could be doing more.
-Don't worry. It's okay. -It's not okay.
But I'm scared.
They've dropped Asier to 20 hours at the bar, and if it worsens here…
Could you get me some more?
Sure.
Great.
Well, then…
Bye.
I thought they'd never go to sleep.
Hey, do you still need a cheesemonger?
Seriously?
-Yes. -Really?
Or are you just saying that so I stop insisting and shut up?
No.
I mean it.
Of course.
I want everything with you. Do you know what I mean?
Yes.
That's what I want too.
-It's what I've always wanted. -Hey.
It's okay.
I'm really scared too.
You?
Of course.
Why?
Well, because I have a lot to lose.
I'm lucky.
I hadn't thought about it like that.
That's why you're scared.
Really scared.
That makes two of us.
Malen loved silkworms.
My shoes were always strewn around because she used to steal the boxes.
That creature is the Devil itself. There's no comparison.
You haven't warmed to it with time, then?
It's just you I've warmed to.
Because the dad in you is coming out.
-Anyway, let's get down to business. -Yes.
The company just called. They want to reach a financial settlement--
I'm not interested.
-Will you let me speak? -How much?
120,000 euros.
And if they're offering that, we can get almost double.
They're going to buy off Bizen.
We'll discuss your new neighborhood avenger alter ego later.
-Well, I shook them up at least, didn't I? -Yes, but it was reckless.
Are you not scared of anything anymore?
I'm going to go public.
How public?
I don't know. I'll go to a newspaper, the radio…
Whatever it takes to scare the company into taking action.
No.
-What do you mean, no? -It won't work.
-There has to be another way. -How?
I don't have a fucking clue. But it mustn't tarnish her name.
Hers or yours? Ane's dead. Nothing worse can happen to her.
Don't talk to me like that.
-I would've forgiven her, you know. -Forgiven what?
I haven't told most people who've asked me, either.
We complain that Ane kept quiet, but we do the same.
Leave shame for those who messed with her.
Wait. Please don't go, Begoña.
You know what?
Fuck it. Let's go after them. Hell yeah.
-Let's go. -Let's go.
How long did you work for César Barretxeguren?
About six years.
I was never bored.
The production company, the restaurant, the chia importer, the escape rooms…
This way.
You must have known he had money problems.
How couldn't I? I fired myself.
It's this one.
What did you mean when you said you're investigating his death?
Exactly that.
Wasn't it an accident?
Excuse me.
Guys, we'll take everything.
Thank you.
It doesn't look like anyone else is coming, so let's begin.
Call them. Use your nice voice.
I won't grovel to a man who uses golf as an excuse.
-I didn't leave the firm for that. -You think this is Shangri-la?
I'm no fool, but I don't think groveling solves anything.
They don't like you because your proposals are radical.
They're social. And they just don't like me.
In their world, women are still an anecdote.
-We annoy them, Miren. -They wouldn't ignore Gorka.
-I already said no to Gorka. -You won't make any sacrifices, dammit.
Do you know what I've had to do?
I used to believe in something too.
But to survive here, you have to adapt.
And to adapt, you have to betray yourself.
I don't envy you. I would've liked to have met who you were before.
Well, take a look in the mirror.
And say goodbye to her.
Or you're on your own.
Hey, what's wrong?
Nothing.
-Are you sure? -Go away!
I asked her to change the furniture, but she said she's fond of it.
Well, interior design doesn't make you happy.
I'll at least ask her to smooth over the walls.
No.
-Coming? -Yes.
This place is a museum.
The neighborhood isn't bad.
And there's a gym next door.
Great.
Your mom said you work out a lot.
What?
What else did my mom tell you?
That you make a really good baba…
-Ghanoush. -What?
-Baba ghanoush. -That's it. Baba ghanoush.
With lamb.
-Sounds tasty. -It's good.
Your mom wants to rent out her apartment, and mine wants to rent out her son.
-Want to see outside? -Okay.
Go ahead.
I'm considering including you
and some of your people on the electoral list.
Empowered, but not too much.
-Where on the list? -You'd be fifth.
Third and vice mayor.
We'll have to discuss it.
Could you pretend you're interested? Otherwise, I won't play.
Come on.
Say something nice.
Well, you certainly have experience.
And you're better than me at hobnobbing with the businesspeople.
No, I just hobnob, period.
They want the same as everyone.
Someone to get drunk with.
And with you…
imagine.
Pretend better.
Our alliance will strengthen the party at this difficult time.
We have to join forces and think about what unites us.
We may have misjudged each other.
A friend of a friend is a journalist. Want me to call him?
Yes. What paper does he work for?
Actually, I think he's a tattooist now. It pays better.
Great.
-Bego, has that always been here? -Yes, it was Ane's.
I don't know. I hope the psychologist explains tomorrow.
Alicia.
Begoña, I'm sending you a photo of a man
who was at the same session Ane was filmed at.
Someone else there filmed it.
I need you to tell me whether you know him. Thank you.
Jesus, it's Jon.
Which Jon?
The bastard ex?
Yes.
He seemed nice, right?
Yeah, he did.
Well, you have him now, Bego.
Jon who?
I don't know.
Is this soy or teriyaki?
It was César Barretxeguren.
I don't believe you.
What?
What? I swear it crossed my mind at the funeral.
But I said, "Hugo, this is reality, not tango lyrics."
Why didn't you tell me before he croaked? Now I can't enjoy it.
I didn't know who he was until the end.
It wasn't a one-night stand?
More like five.
You slut. I would've done the same, but at least ten.
He was pretty charming.
Heirs are very seductive. They never fully grow up.
For them, life is like one long recess.
In his case, not that long.
Well, yes.
I have about 2,000 questions.
Yes.
It was an accident.
But he was in a bad way.
He'd been beaten up.
The police think it was whoever paid him to film the video.
And I don't think it was his idea either.
Peio Barretxeguren knows everything.
And he's content with hating me.
-But… -Yes.
The cancellations were full-blown sabotage.
Fuck, Malen.
Even Beelzebub would be a better enemy.
Who else knows?
That inspector.
Alicia Vázquez.
And she's decided to officially investigate my case.
Sooner or later, word will get out.
And you know what they'll say?
"Unscrupulous MILF seduces young father who ends up dead."
I'm Beelzebub here.
Give me a reason not to leave you right now.
I'm sorry.
I didn't think it would get so complicated.
I don't believe you. You're not stupid.
Hugo, not even my family knows.
You didn't trust me.
You're my friend.
But I don't trust anyone anymore.
Yes, Jon.
But I don't know his last name either.
I spent the night looking for photos, mementos, posts on social media… Nothing.
Ane did her homework. We agreed she'd remove him from her life.
-I don't understand. It was a brief thing. -No.
She kept going back to him for years.
Years?
Ane had a very strong emotional dependency.
For her, being alone was a failure.
She needed to have someone by her side.
And when you need someone, you lower the bar a lot.
And you go back to someone who hurt you.
And you say yes to an orgy even though you don't want to.
That's why Ane came to me, to get away from him for good.
No one thought she'd end up doing something like that.
She'd had suicidal thoughts previously.
When?
When she was with him.
And also when your father left you both.
-That was a long time ago. -Yes.
Yes, but you can have them and not act on them.
I don't know, but I thought Ane…
I thought Ane had it all.
Ane was how she was.
But she didn't want to suffer.
And she was unlucky. She crossed paths with the wrong person.
And guilt got the better of her.
Why did she feel guilty?
For choosing a betrayer, letting herself be led, and…
being too trusting.
I told her she was the victim, but deep down she didn't believe me.
In the end, she was so tired.
She saw herself fighting the same battle against him,
against the world.
And she was afraid the pain would never leave her.
You're right to tell me all this, aren't you?
I don't know.
I appreciate it.
But honestly, I still don't understand why she did it.
Well, I'm glad you don't.
If I don't find that bastard, what will I do with this rage?
The factory is full of bastards.
-What did she say? -She asked them for help.
-Did she talk to you about me? -A lot.
She believed you didn't like yourself, and she didn't understand why.
She thought you were intelligent, strong, generous…
-What is it? -I'm taking the day off.
Personal matters. Just show the kids a video.
Are you okay?
I'm fucking great.
Don't worry.
My sister was Ane Uribe.
She spent ten years of her life working in this factory.
And she gave it her all.
A few weeks ago,
some of you received a photo and a video of her.
Ane had every right to be naked,
to fuck, to have pictures taken, and to film it!
But you had no right to fuck up her life for it!
Crazy bitch!
She's gonna cause trouble.
Someone get her out of here!
You had no right to carry her life in your fucking pockets
or to pass it around!
Or to insult her, or to harass her!
You were cruel!
You didn't care about her suffering!
You didn't report it!
You went along with it like a pack of animals!
Ane Uribe complained to the people in charge of this factory,
and they did nothing!
They abandoned her!
They let her suffer until she couldn't take it anymore!
Are you sure?
Yes.
-What the hell are you doing? -Shut your mouth, you asshole!
Leave it to me.
Call TV networks, radios, and digital media.
-What are you doing? -What time am I meeting Gorka?
In half an hour, and until he has everything he wants.
You're bullies, pigs, and fucking murderers!
Go to hell!
I'm Malen Zubiri.
What are you all doing here?
If you're not joining Begoña's protest, you'd better get back to work.
Unless you want all of Bilbao
to see you as suspects or culprits in two cases of harassment,
her sister's and this one.
-Malen. -Itxaso.
-You didn't have to come. -I wanted to.
Your dad said it wasn't a good idea. I hung up.
My dad knows so much that he's forgotten how to learn.
Malen!
-A photo, please. -Ms. Zubiri!
Malen!
The mayor just arrived.
I called you here today to speak about respect,
harassment,
privacy,
and culprits.
My name is Begoña Uribe.
My sister Ane worked in this factory for more than ten years.
She was happy. She'd made friends. She was doing well.
But a few weeks ago, someone here, we don't know who,
received some images of her.
Images that were… private.
Sexual.
From years ago. A photo and a video.
And her coworkers just passed them around without a second thought.
And not only that. They also…
mocked her, insulted her,
harassed her…
Ane complained to management,
but nobody stopped what was going on.
They didn't investigate it or even lift a finger to help her.
Ane
had a really hard time.
So hard that…
that she couldn't take it, and she ended up taking her own life.
And I'm here because…
Sorry.
Because I want to seek justice.
Because I want the company to accept their responsibility
and find the culprits at last.
And I want to say that…
we should look at ourselves as a society because this isn't an isolated case.
This happens a lot.
It's obvious something isn't working. The inequality in our society leads to…
violence that kills.
Behind Ane's suicide is a social murder.
-Alicia. Here. -Yes.
The backup you requested of César's computers.
Thanks.
-Do you need anything else? -No.
…Begoña Uribe's protest. Her sister, a worker at the factory…
We're going to lose our jobs!
Who are you anyway?
Ms. Zubiri, a pleasure.
Although we regret the circumstances.
-I don't need to introduce you, right? -Right. How are you, Begoña?
Ms. Uribe.
As Ms. Uribe knows,
we weren't aware of the situation her sister was going through.
Yeah, right.
But we conducted an internal investigation and are piecing together what happened.
We will identify the employees involved in this crime.
As well as joining the prosecution,
those employees will be dismissed as soon as we know who they are.
I know who one is.
Bizen Goikoetxea.
-They're going to screw us all over. -All of us. We'll be out of a job.
Thank you for coming.
It's done.
Now what can I do for you?
You're already doing it.
It feels good, Malen.
Good for you, Ms. Uribe.
-Do you remember my shadow? -Yes, loyal but ignored.
Excuse me, Ms. Uribe. May I ask you a question, please?
-Well, bye. -Bye.
Don't be like that.
-Gorka can wait. -He won't.
Peio is sponsoring his bid. He came by to rub it in.
Maybe standing him up wasn't the best decision.
With Beelzebub scheming.
-I had to be here, Hugo. -I understand you. Do you understand me?
I've never heard that expression. "I just sang."
It's not an expression. I actually do sing.
It must be very relaxing, right?
I make soap.
I suppose now it'll be good to clear your mind, right?
-After what she put you through. -Who? Malen?
She had it worse, didn't she?
And I knew everything.
Hi.
Hello.
-Excuse me. -Of course.
Hey, what's this about skipping class? Is this blackmail?
Are you stoned?
Yes.
But don't tell Mom.
-And what I think doesn't matter? -I don't want to be here.
Do you think I do, Leire?
Help me, dammit.
And show me some damn respect for once!
Hello?
Good evening.
I wanted to ask you something.
I found some emails César sent to several businessmen.
He was looking for investors for his company,
and he seemed pretty desperate.
Right.
I don't know, I thought maybe
one of those guys might have suggested he film the video
in exchange for a hefty sum.
I have three names.
Who are they?
Jorge Etxeburu, Igor Larrea,
and Andoni Segurola.
Yes, I know them.
From a lot of meetings with the businesspeople.
Except yesterday's.
All three failed to show up?
That's right.
Have you clashed with any of them in particular?
Not that I remember.
Will you question them?
I know it's not a great time for you, but… I'll be discreet.
I don't want to make trouble for you, quite the opposite.
I know.
How did it go at the factory?
It wasn't a very formal affair.
It was brilliant.
Yes.
Good night.
Sleep well.
Inspector Vázquez, you have a visitor.
I know it's late.
Take a seat.
Do you want an autograph?
Please. You managed to turn this whole thing around.
The fear of our shame being revealed.
In the end, we're all driven by the same thing.
Anyway, we'll see.
Yes, we'll see.
-What? -Nothing.
You remind me of her, but without the fear.
How could I remind you of her? I'll end up living with 30 cats.
See? You can't see yourself either. Same as her.
Kick in the shin.
Punch in the face.
-Careful, kids. -Hey.
This is hot.
Hey, enough!
-Aren't you a teacher? -Mine don't move this much if I ask them.
Where's your place?
-I'm here. -No, you're there.
-I'm here. -No.
-Okay. I'll go here. -Okay. Julen, sit down.
Dad, you there. Me here.
-No, Julen. You there. -No!
I'll go there.
-There, done. -Dad, you there.
-Happy now? -Yes.
-Bego? Bread? -Yes.
Why don't you smile more?
I'm going to make a call, okay?
Okay.
Every night before going to sleep, you tell yourself, "I should change."
You feel like there's something wrong inside.
You don't have to change.
I needed someone.
You want to need someone.
Aren't you learning anything?
…so much, until he was sent out because he was outside for ten minutes.
-Toast, boys. -To the principal's office.
The exact same thing happened to my friend Telmo.
He was talking during class when the teacher was explaining something,
and suddenly…
Dad.
Are you okay?
I'll be right back.
Hello, darling.
What are you up to?
Wait.
Wait. Stop.
-What? -I can't.
-Okay, don't worry.
I'm sorry.
Ane, what's wrong?
-I'm sorry. -What's wrong? Something's wrong.
-Nothing. -What do you mean, nothing?
I'm going back to Bilbao.
I'm seeing the doctor tomorrow.
Busy day.
Wait a moment. Just stop a second.
Is this because of our talk last night? Is that it?
It's nothing. Don't worry.
We don't have to decide anything. We'll discuss it some other time.
-Okay? -Okay.
It's nothing.
-Honestly. -Yes.
-Are you sure you're okay? -Yes.
-I'll call you tomorrow. -Of course.
Okay.
I love you.
-I'll come down with you. -No, it's okay.
Subtitle translation by: Katie L Ward