Heaven is such a simple hell
It's a measure of how far we fell
As I try to get back up
I slip further
I'll never be clean enough
It's too late
It's too late now
With the devil, I'm goin' down
Go, go, go, go!
One, two, three!
Down I go
Down I stay
Sold my soul along the way
Down I go
Down I stay
It's too late, it's too late
-Ready? -Yeah.
Come on. Come on! Please. Please.
It's too late, it's too late
Is he alive?
Breathe, Yako.
Come on!
With the devil, I'm goin' down
What happened to you?
Well, the security guy and I, we kinda exchanged a few punches.
That wound is pretty bad.
You're gonna need some stitches.
Max?
I heard something strange when I hit him with that last punch.
I had a few fights when I was in prison, but I never heard that noise before.
The guy fell like a stone. His eyes, staring at me.
I might have just killed another person.
What happened to your shoulder?
I guess the bone popped out.
Max, I need to put that joint back into place.
Oh!
Damn it!
-What's wrong with him? -I don't know. I'm not qualified.
I'm not a nurse. I got my CPR certificate and my first aid, and that's all.
Do you know anything?!
He's had blunt-force trauma to the head,
but it could also be a coma or brain damage.
I don't know! I don't know.
Minerva, what do we do now?
Get him outta here.
-Nobody leaves. -But he needs medical attention.
A doctor, a scanner, and probably a fucking brain surgeon as well.
Minerva, every minute we lose, we're putting his life in danger.
His… His heart rate is dropping again.
-What if we bring a doctor here? -Great. And what are we gonna tell him?
We tell him nothing.
We offer 20 million to the first doctor we see in ER. They'll be over in a flash.
I don't want to sound pessimistic,
but what we want is a neurosurgeon, not the first doctor you meet in ER.
Not some guy from, uh… pediatrics or oncology, huh?
The possibility of bringing in a doctor is remote.
What do you mean, remote?
Like you said, we could offer an obscene amount of money,
but once here, they might say no.
Then we would have a much bigger problem.
What do you mean by "a bigger problem"?
They'd know too much for us to release them.
His heart rate's at 45 and dropping. He needs help.
He's gonna have a heart attack.
Alain, García, follow me.
Okay. We need a support point.
Okay. Come towards me.
Turn around.
What you doin'?
Okay.
-Take a deep breath, all right? -Hang on. Why take a deep breath?
Why don't you just tell me about gifts that you got as a kid for Christmas?
Asia, what are you doing?
The humeral head must go back inside the socket.
Do you know what you're doing?
Listen to me, Max. Okay? Christmas gifts.
My first real football. Video games.
A racing bike with gears that was stolen.
-What the fuck? -Sorry! It didn't work out like I wanted.
Have you actually even studied traumatology?
Well, not exactly. It's on next year's curriculum.
But I have studied anatomy, and I know what the skeleton looks like.
And right now, I know where your joint should be, and it shouldn't be there.
So… what we need is a backrest.
Okay. Sit here, at the end of the bench.
And face me.
Do you know where my nerves are?
I have to use the bench to leverage the shoulder.
I'm just asking because if you do pinch my nerves,
you might paralyze my arm.
Oh, is that what's worrying you, Max? That I'll hurt your nerve?
In any case, they'll just operate on it when we get out.
Because according to you, everything's all right on the surface.
Maybe there's a hospital in Hiroshima, operating nonstop.
Okay.
Asia.
We've got an emergency. We need you.
There's not much time.
Shut up!
I'm ready.
His pupils are very dilated, and he has no reaction to light.
Could he be in a coma?
No, I don't think so.
His symptoms don't match the Glasgow scale.
If he received a blow to the trachea, it might be due to cerebral hypoxia.
What does that mean?
When the airways become obstructed,
the blood flowing to the brain doesn't have enough oxygen.
No. But then he wouldn't be unconscious.
It could be neurological shock.
It provokes hypotension and bradycardia,
diminishing the flow of blood to the brain.
That's it.
We need some atropine.
We have to increase his heart rate.
Thanks.
Okay.
Can you go faster, please?
Thank God.
Relax, Yako. Don't worry. You just had a pretty bad concussion.
You need to get some rest. Okay?
BILLIONAIRES' BUNKER
It's Falcón's business partner, Oswaldo, calling again.
This is the fifth time he's called Falcón in the last six hours.
And the last two attempts were video calls.
Oswaldo Fernández has left a video message
on Guillermo Falcón's phone.
-Do you wanna see it? -Yes, Roxán.
Play the message.
Willy, I don't give a rat's ass if you're in the Philippines for a yoga retreat,
or for some local pussy.
But what I have to tell you is the most important news
of your fucking life.
It's the news we've been waiting to hear for the past 20 years.
You better call me, Willy. Call me.
Call me. Call me. Call me. Call me. Call me.
Call me. Call me! Call me! Call me! Call me!
Call me!
You killed a man, Max.
That's the bad news for you.
The good news is… we resurrected him.
I don't know what you've been told, but it was self-defense.
Enough.
I'm not interested in your bullshit.
The only thing that interests me is this experiment…
is what happens when you put a poor little rich kid in jail.
-Well, I can answer that. -Mm.
In fact, because I've been in jail, I have a few questions of my own.
Oh.
How come this place looks so much like a prison?
How come there are cameras everywhere? How come there's an isolation chamber?
Why do we wear uniforms? Why did you take our phones?
We don't allow any weapons either.
What did you think was gonna happen?
Riot of the rich?
Mutiny on the fairway? Or The Night of the Long Scarves?
You're quite the comedian.
Get him some stitches.
This way.
Get into pairs and sit down at a desk.
You are now standing at the highest point inside the bunker.
Right now, our single most important priority
is to make contact with the outside world.
And to achieve this, we need your help.
After the explosion, we lost all our antennas
but we still have an auxiliary antenna that can be used in emergency
when the others fail.
However, due to the high temperatures,
that antenna now only reaches a height of 25 inches above ground.
We're hoping it's still operational.
That's why you're here. This is the starting point of the antenna.
They're going to experience that terrifying, desperate feeling.
Of isolation.
Imagine what it's like to be constantly thinking,
"Is anybody else alive in the world?"
What you see on the desk before you are short-wave radios.
These are similar to the radios used by ships when they communicate
over long distances.
Each of you has been selected
because you are fluent in various languages.
As you can see, each desk has been assigned a specific frequency
which will be used to send out a message.
The international distress signal. "Mayday, mayday, mayday."
"This is Kimera Underground Park. Do you copy?"
And if somebody does answer your call, these are our coordinates.
You may begin. And best of luck to all of you.
Mayday, mayday, mayday.
This is Kimera Underground Park. Do you copy?
Mayday, mayday, mayday.
This is Kimera Underground Park.
Everything all right?
Mayday, mayday, mayday. This is Kimera Underground Park.
It's Rafa. I'm worried about him.
And don't get me wrong, I don't regret breaking up.
It's just that I could have spared him some of the suffering.
I did say some horrible things. I was cruel.
-And where is all this guilt coming from? -Ah, forget about it.
I should have shown more empathy to him. That's all.
Mayday, mayday, mayday. This is Kimera Underground Park.
Do you copy?
I said he was pathetic.
He's been aware since he was a child.
And I told him I never loved him.
And I told him I did know what love was because I had loved someone else.
And I'd been madly in love. I never should have said that to him.
No, no, no. Stop with the headphones for a minute.
The end of the world won't stop just because we missed a message.
So, who were you madly in love with?
Why do you even care? In any case, you don't know him.
Are we going to build our new relationship around secrets?
I had an affair with my yoga teacher.
-You're lying. -Why would you say that?
I knew I should never have told you anything.
Why did you say it was a lie?
Because when you take a lover, it's to fill something you're missing.
So, if you already have one loser, why would you take another one?
You haven't a clue what you're talking about.
Listen, sweetie.
Yoga instructors are the ultimate losers of the modern world.
They're the kind of person who fails,
and then they get stressed, they embrace meditation and yoga,
to avoid facing up to the mediocrity of their lives.
And now they have become the champions for the other miserable losers
who spend their days in downward dog
simply to avoid acknowledging how pathetic their lives are.
Those men are all the same.
If you wanna find a lover,
you get yourself a testosterone-fueled jock
who'll make your legs shake.
Not some pussy who paints mandalas.
Mayday, mayday, mayday.
This is Kimera Underground Park. Do you copy?
This morning, when I woke up and I opened my eyes…
I asked Roxán to tell me what time it was.
The time is 8:30 a.m.
Did you sleep well, Rafa?
Not really, to be honest.
One thing led to another, and we started chatting.
She asked me if I wanted to go back to sleep,
or whether I'd like some coffee.
Black, no sugar.
Thanks, Roxán.
Then I asked her what kind of music she liked.
And she told me, a bit of this, bit of that.
But mostly… she liked Los Secretos.
So, I asked her to play a song.
While I was listening to that song, I felt a… a strange kind of complicity
with Roxán.
Until I realized that I had asked her
a day before to play me music from the same band.
And then I felt like a real idiot.
She was just playing along, humoring me like my wife used to.
The conversations I had with that machine
were no different than the conversations I had with my wife over the past 20 years.
I have the impression I've been married
to some artificial intelligence.
Roxán.
Turn it off.
When my wife left me, I was terrified of being alone.
But that's ridiculous.
I've been alone my entire life.
Thank you, Mr. Varela, for your sincerity.
We're going through very difficult times. Hm?
And that's why our therapy sessions together
are so important for each of us.
We're healing through our words and through our stories.
Falcón hasn't spoken yet.
Pressure him.
And how are you feeling, Mr. Falcón?
Would you care to add anything to what Mr. Varela has shared?
Yes. I would.
Do you know what this is?
It's a list of my dearest and most important friends.
The friends that I abandoned.
Seven of them.
My friends.
I'm worth more than 50 billion euros.
The year after the pandemic, some of our profits dropped by 25%.
Staff were getting very nervous.
We had to lay off a lot of people.
I was suffering from anxiety, so I was put on medication.
You spend your whole life working to grow your fortune,
running like a hamster on a wheel.
This is the absurd paradox of millionaires.
We suffer… to make money that we will most likely never see.
And what's worse
is that with just a small piece of my fortune,
I could've easily paid for all my friends to be here in the bunker.
I could have saved them.
And so, Rafa…
…never say you're alone.
You are… the only friend that I have left in this world.
I'll never let you down.
The man sitting here
did something for me that I could never have done.
And since then, I've admired him.
And do you know the kind of people we admire?
We admire the people that are better than us.
My eldest daughter was killed in a car accident.
His son was driving the car.
They were only 19.
Rafa… was the only witness, and he watched his son,
who was completely wasted, drive away in the car with my daughter.
All I wanted was to see that punk rot away in jail for the rest of his life.
I begged him to testify against his son.
I asked him to choose
between justice… and blood.
And he chose justice.
He did it all for me.
I don't care about the past.
I don't care what people say.
All I know… is that whatever happens,
I will always be by your side.
No matter what, I will always be here for you.
Mayday, mayday. This is Kimera Underground Park.
Look at her.
Tall and royal, like the captain on the bridge of the Queen Mary.
Look how serious she is.
Even dressed in rubber boots and overalls, she still looks good.
I'm going to the restroom.
You thought you heard someone speaking in French?
Mother, what are you doing?
Frida, are you sure the message was in French?
Wait. Let's make sure of it.
I'm sorry to disturb you, but did I hear you speaking French?
Yes, why?
My daughter thinks she heard someone speaking French on the radio.
What is it you heard?
Uh… I couldn't tell.
I heard some vague words. Uh…
"Allo? Allo?"
With a French accent. Maybe a distress call?
Mayday, mayday, mayday.
Those radios aren't even connected.
What's she talking about?
The poor woman's got cancer. She's on morphine.
What's going on?
Someone heard words in French on the radio.
They've asked me to sit in with you.
You should keep trying. We need to get that signal back.
Please return to your seats and keep calling.
Mayday, mayday, mayday. This is Kimera Underground Park.
-Copy? -Mayday.
Mayday, mayday, mayday. This is Kimera Underground Park.
Mr. Falcón?
Mr. Falcón, your hammam is ready.
I'm sorry. Is it possible to have a massage instead?
I have a really stiff neck, and it's killing me.
If you could give me a massage, I'd be very grateful.
I'm in your hands.
Give me a moment. I'll see if I can accommodate you.
Thank you.
Need I remind you that you're trying to make up with Mimi?
Hmm?
Mimi is family.
That's one thing, but what I have here is completely different. Understand?
-Personally, I feel bad for your wife. -Huh?
I was also the Mimi in my marriage.
I was the fool who was kept in the dark all the time,
while my wife was getting laid by her yoga teacher.
And you know what else?
What makes it worse? She fell madly in love with him.
We can't do anything else for me. But for Mimi, there's still time. So you--
Playing around outside of marriage is a gesture of respect
towards your partner. Hmm?
That wild, instinctive rage we have naturally inherited in our genes
needs to be appeased.
And only then can your blood return to your brain
and to your heart, so that then you can concentrate on love.
So if I understand correctly, this is what you call respect?
Exactly.
-Hmm. -Mm-hmm.
By appeasing this rage, you remove the poison
that could jeopardize your marriage.
For you, it was different.
So then maybe
my marriage lasted as long as it did because Frida…
appeased herself.
I found a free spot for Falcón tomorrow afternoon, at 3:00 p.m.
Go get fresh towels, please.
-Mr. Falcón. -Yes?
I have a spot for you tomorrow at 3:00.
Miss, I'm sorry, but… the whole massage thing was
just an excuse to speak with you.
-What's your name? -Ingrid.
Ingrid. Do you see that man over there?
He's my best friend. His wife just left him.
She said their 20 years was a farce.
Can you imagine that?
He told me that the only person he talks to is Roxán.
I need to get him a whole new group of friends.
You know… to laugh with, to have a good time.
-Can you help us? -How can I help you?
Come have a drink with us.
But the priority is to open the bar.
I know you work there.
So your neck doesn't hurt anymore?
Yes. It does.
But a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
I've really been looking forward to meeting you.
Really?
I've heard so much about you. Nothing bad.
What did you hear?
That you are amazing. You're practically an angel.
What do you mean?
Can I be honest?
I've known Willy since he was 17 years old.
He went to school with Frida. And then to university.
I've seen him come back home hundreds of times, drunk out of his mind.
He'd bring back all of his girlfriends to the pool.
A new one every month.
And all of those years, I was praying to myself:
"Please don't let my Frida fall in love with him."
Thank God she didn't.
Then later, I met his wife, Marta.
Ah, she suffered so much.
She suffered much, you mean… in general?
Because of his constant indiscretions, my dear.
Day in, day out, Willy was constantly disappearing
for business or whatever.
He'd disappear for days on end.
And Marta knew exactly what kind of business it was.
I get it.
I'd say to her,
"Sweetie, it's better he have sex with several women than with just one."
Why would you say such a nasty thing?
If you change them every week, then they're irrelevant.
Unfortunately, it soon became apparent that his wife was also irrelevant to him.
But don't worry about that. You… You have changed him.
You are the wife that has redeemed him.
I understood that the moment I saw him arrive here with you.
So proud of you.
And so in love.
And that is why I said you were an amazing woman.
Oh, stop…
Thank you. But it wasn't always like that.
Tell me where you first met.
At a fashion show.
A fashion show? Are you a fashionista?
No.
No, I used to be a model.
A model? What kind of model?
Oh, anything.
Some were quite special. Like fashion shows for Victoria's Secret.
Victoria's Secret.
Did you know my name is Victoria and I have my own secrets?
But I'm not ready to share them with you. Not quite yet.
You're beautiful.
Mayday, mayday. Fuel.
Mayday.
This is MFM-342, private flight.
Carrying 11 civilians, three of them children.
We are in an emergency situation.
We're out of fuel.
Excuse me, please. I'm picking up an aircraft distress call.
This is Kimera Underground Park. Do you copy?
MFM on a private flight.
I repeat. I request permission to land on your aircraft carrier.
It's a civilian flight. It sounds like they need to land.
I heard her say that they were out of fuel.
MFM-342, do you copy? This is Kimera Underground Park.
This is Captain Igor Volkova.
Permission to land denied.
So which one of you came up with this idea?
Well, it was me.
I think that it needs drama, with expressive qualities,
but also a certain poetry.
We are on a military mission.
If you approach the carrier, you will be shot down.
There are children on that plane.
A plane packed with civilians,
desperately trying to save their lives by landing on an aircraft carrier.
Maybe we could try something… with a more positive outcome?
A sort of happy ending.
Please consider the situation! We're losing altitude!
No. We don't want our guests to have any hope. We want them…
…tense as a wire.
We want them constantly on edge.
Mayday, fuel! Mayday, fuel!
Mayday, fuel! Please! Let us land!
Please have mercy!
We don't want them relaxed, because when you're relaxed,
you start to think,
"Hey. Why don't we get out of here and see what's happening?"
We cannot let that happen.
Permission… denied!
Fuel! Mayday! Fuel!
Mayday! Fuel!
We will keep them entertained with our production of "The End of the World."
Please! Mayday! Fuel! Mayday! Fuel! Mayday! Fuel!
Hi.
Are you okay?
We met each other earlier during group therapy.
Yeah.
They're a bit of a shock, right?
I mean with the, uh,
marks from the hanging and the marks from the defibrillator,
it must be pretty disturbing.
No. Nothing to look at.
You can hardly see it, I mean…
-You have to look hard. -Mm.
So… did they give you anxiolytics for your stress?
-Mm-hmm. -They didn't give any to me.
I guess they're afraid that I might start hoarding them.
And then someday, I'd swallow them all.
Can you give me a few? To help me get a better sleep?
I took them once they gave them to me. Both of 'em.
-Mm… -I took the first one.
And then… the second one.
-Mm. -Hmm.
Elena.
-Mm-hm. -How are things?
Doing my best.
I understand what you're going through, and we're here to help.
And in fact, Rafa said we shouldn't leave you on your own.
I've arranged for them to open the bar.
Not for too long. A few drinks, a chat.
Would you like to join us?
Yeah, sure. Of course. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Guillermo, why the hell did you go and pretend I'd said all that stuff?!
To rescue you from that mental chaos of yours.
You need to speak with real people.
-Not with Roxán. -Okay.
And what if Frida sees me with her? Hmm? If she comes home, and I'm not there?
I know you want me to move on, but I believe I can get my wife back.
I'm afraid that's impossible.
Because apparently, you never won her over.
I'm sorry, Rafa, if you find I'm being too blunt.
But I think you have a better chance if you're with another woman.
Maybe that way, Frida would stop seeing you
like a little fuckin' pussy.
Rafa, personally, I think your best option is with the suicidal lady.
She's wonderfully desperate.
And desperate women… are obsessed with pleasure.
They don't see you as a man.
They see you as their savior.
Rafa, you're gonna have the best sex ever.
That's pretty deep. I'm gonna give you four or five stitches.
Max, stay focused.
Max, stay focused, okay?
If you keep staring at me, we'll end up in the ditch.
Max?
Hey, is everything okay?
I had a déjà vu.
A déjà vu of what?
Nothing.
Come on.
You spoke to me just like Ane.
It reminded me of a trip we took together to Almería on a bike.
Max, stay focused, okay?
If you keep staring at me, we'll end up in the ditch.
Are you okay?
Want me to do it?
When I was in prison, I'd stitch myself up to avoid getting punished for fighting.
I can't do this, Max. I just can't.
What happened?
Play it.
Hey there, Willy.
Do you recognize this guy?
His name is Gonzalo Pastrana. He's the Spanish ambassador
to the Philippines.
You know what this is?
It's his phone number.
So either you call me immediately, or I'm on the next flight to Manila,
and I swear to God, I'll find you.
Something serious must have happened.
And it's just our bad luck that it happened
during these three weeks here.
We can send him a message and ask him exactly what it's all about.
I don't think we can stop him with a message.
Obviously not.
This is big business, and he's Falcón's shark.
He won't stop.
There are thousands of islands in the Philippines.
It's next to impossible to find him.
Ziro, this guy only has to make two calls.
One to the ambassador of the Philippines, and the other to Spanish customs.
Do you know what he'll learn from these calls?
Firstly, that Falcón never arrived in the Philippines.
And secondly, that he never left Spain in the first place.
And the next step will be to file a missing persons report.
After that, your bunker, your plan, your Kimera,
you can say goodbye to it all.
We won't let that happen.
We need to make a video call to Oswaldo, using a virtual replica of Falcón.
The clone isn't ready yet. I need more time to record
his mannerisms and behavior.
There's so much data that Roxán hasn't gathered yet. This is too risky.
It's riskier not to do it.
At some stage, sending messages won't be sufficient.
They'll wanna see them.
-And we can do it. -We'll use their telephones.
They'll communicate via video conference like they do regularly.
But it won't be themselves. It'll be their virtual selves.
A virtual clone that will talk like them, move like them.
Exact replicas, capable of holding conversations
even with people who are close and intimate with them,
without them ever realizing they're speaking with a machine.
They'll be speaking with Roxán, our artificial intelligence.
One of these is Julia.
At the moment, she is taking this call from another office.
The other is her virtual clone, which was created by us.
Which of them is real?
You can ask her any question you like.
Me. I have a few questions.
For this one. Julia Number One.
I'd like to know if you have ever been in love.
Yes, and I think you all know, it's no secret.
Julia Two, what do you have to say?
Parker… come a little closer.
I have never ever felt like this.
Perfect.
Okay. Let's say, one more question for you.
An important question.
Julia Number One, how do you know that you're in love?
What an interesting question.
Because when she speaks… everything just stops.
And… I get distracted.
When she looks at me, nothing else in this world seems to matter.
Because I love to watch her do simple, everyday things that people find boring.
Sipping coffee, which is sacred to her.
Or… watching her dry after her shower,
watching her put her makeup on…
watching her sleep.
Damn.
That's the most beautiful sight in this world.
And I never seem to get tired of it. The opposite, in fact.
I've become addicted.
-Oops. That sounded really cheesy. -Somewhat.
Okay. Julia Number Two,
please tell me how you know you're in love.
Because when Minerva told me about this crazy plan of hers,
I didn't run away.
I don't believe there's one thing in particular that proves you're in love.
Personally, it's all those little things.
Those moments when suddenly, you're filled with joy.
When everything around you just seems right.
And, no matter where I go, I can still smell her perfume.
And when every song I hear on the radio… always reminds me of her.
Ah, in the sunlight…
And because I'm overwhelmed by a feeling of happiness,
simply by being there,
beside her in her bed.
And since the moment I met her, I feel complete.
And for other reasons. Well, let's just say that's pornographic.
Oh.
How embarrassing.
Her. She's the real Julia.
-I think so too. -Um…
Julia, why don't you come join us?
That's impossible… because I'm Julia's virtual replica.
No. I don't believe it.
So?
Any more indiscreet questions?
Do you know what time it is in the Philippines? Guess.
It's 6:00 a.m. You see that orange thing over there?
So, Oswaldo, maybe you can explain to me
what the hell is going on, and why do you keep calling me?!
Orduña says that he's ready to sell.
What if they talk about something only they would know about?
Because no matter how much data you give Roxán, she can't know everything.
There are several obvious options available to us.
The most obvious and simplest one… lack of coverage… and no more signal.
Hey? I can't hear…
-Willy? -Hello? Waldo? I can't hear you.
Roxán, who is Orduña?
José Manuel Orduña, 83 years old, Mexican.
President of the Telixa company.
One of the biggest tech companies in Latin America.
Currently, he's ill.
In advanced stages of lymphatic cancer.
For many years now,
Falcón has been attempting to buy 18% of the company
to take overall control.
Okay. Show more enthusiasm.
Are you kidding me, Waldo? Are you fucking kidding me?
-We're gonna make history! -History man!
-We're gonna make history! -History!
The old man retires, and now he's finally ready to negotiate.
I've already had a few talks with him.
He's had a few other offers,
but I think we're his best option right now.
Go ahead and sign. What are you waiting for?
Sign!
I'm gonna be staying here. Just a little while.
You gotta be kidding me.
Did you get hit on the head by a coconut? You gotta come.
If we sign this deal, Willy,
we're gonna be way ahead of over half the tech companies across the world.
The old man says that he'll only deal with you.
-Willy? Where are you? I can't see. -What if signal doesn't work?
What if the person never stops calling,
or they ask to move to the lobby for a better signal?
If that happens, we'll make the conversation personal.
We'll use intimate details.
When you share something intimate,
you are creating the foundation for empathy.
So, everything professional is forgotten about.
I can't make it.
Things are pretty bad with Mimi. I think we're over.
Over? What do you mean? You guys were perfect.
We were fighting, and I lost my cool.
I told her she was never the love of my life and that everybody knew.
And that being with her was like a sacrifice.
That our marriage was the confluence of mutual orphanhood.
Like symbiosis in nature documentaries.
-Nature documentaries? You said that? -Mm.
Literally. And I didn't stop at that.
I became angry…
I said that ever since we were married, it's gone to shit.
That before, life was incredible.
But then she insisted on becoming Mrs. Guillermo Falcón.
She got obsessed with lying on the sofa, sitting around in her pajamas.
And all the magic just vanished.
Yeah, but you know…
that's just the way things are in a marriage.
Do you wanna know the part I really enjoyed?
When I'd go surprise her outside the agency.
I'd take a room at the hotel across the street,
and she'd tell them she wasn't feeling well
so she could come meet me.
And we'd fuck all day. It was beautiful.
I know what you mean, Willy.
Remember, it was me you used as an excuse with your wife.
I'd give anything to go back to those days.
I hear you. Yeah.
I swear, I get it.
But all we need is one day. Huh?
You take your jet, you come here, and you close the deal with Orduña.
-Roxán? -One day, one hour, and you go back.
Double the drama.
Do you think I give a fuck about Orduña right now?
Roxán, time to go all in.
Do you know what we should do now?
Sell it all. Don't buy.
Sell it. Falcom & Falcom Enterprises.
Then we can go build schools and dig wells in the Third World.
We can establish agricultural co-ops, things that really matter.
Forget I said anything. Just forget it.
Forget Orduña and concentrate on Mimi.
I'll take care of everything.
I'll talk with him. Huh? Okay?
One more thing.
He said he won't sell unless BJ3 is part of the deal.
Willy? Willy?
Roxán, I need you to search across all of Falcón's companies
for a match with BJ3.
I'm sorry.
I don't have any information on BJ3 in my database.
Check for matches in recent financial operations or funds.
I have found no matches or references.
Check under patent names or software.
Check for the initials BJ3. Also check for BJ1 and 2.
I have found no matches or references.
-Shut it down. -This is driving me crazy. Fuck!
What's going on?
Why did you run off and leave me with a needle?
I left you because I can't stand you.
Because my entire body rejects you with such violence
that I found it impossible to keep the Hippocratic Oath.
Because I cannot forget
that you are the monster that destroyed my family.
The monster who condemned us to living behind closed curtains,
not knowing if we were alive or dead.
While you were serving your time in jail,
in a place that seemed more like a holiday camp for Boy Scouts.
But that's not all. You murdered my sister.
She had her entire life in front of her.
And then you destroyed my life too.
I tried to control myself.
I just wanted to believe that I could forget.
But it's impossible. Because, Max, I hate you.
But I need
Jack to tell you
That I love you…
Because you make me sick.
Because every cell and every bone in my body is screaming,
"Asia, run away from him. He's a disease."
But I'm locked inside here with you.
And I have no choice but to endure the waves of nausea when you walk past me.
Or when I think that I'm breathing the same air as you.
Or when I have to stitch up your eye, and you're an inch from my face.
And I can feel your breath.
Your skin against mine and the smell of your sweat.
In a rainbow…
And I have to swallow the repulsion rising inside.
You should have died, disintegrated on the surface.
But instead of that, you're down here,
to destroy my fucking life all over again.