Roxán.
Pull up any and all references you can find about BJ3.
Cross-reference with the data you have on Falcom and Falcom Enterprises,
with the data on Guillermo Falcón, his employees, everything.
Searching for matches with BJ3.
We had succeeded at the hardest part.
Engineering the bunker, simulating the apocalypse.
We had sent a team of two explorers out into a radioactive wasteland.
We had a bunker filled with billionaires who believed that the world outside
was collapsing around them.
And our whole plan was about to crumble because of one loose end,
one answer we couldn't find.
What was BJ3?
My world was starting to spin, and the void, opening beneath my feet.
And as I tumbled into the abyss of the bunker,
I remembered how all of this began.
I was 12 years old, and Ziro was 6.
As I did every day,
I went to pick him up after class to stop him from being bullied.
That day, they had painted the letter R onto the back of his uniform.
R for reject.
And what's your letter? I for Idiot or D for Dead?
I… I's for idiot! Idiot, please! I'm sorry!
Mom?
When we got home, our mom wasn't there.
I thought, "She'll be back."
For dinner, I cooked boiled eggs, and Mom didn't come home.
I've hated boiled eggs ever since.
It took me two days to find her note.
It was stuck under a fridge magnet,
along with a list of groceries that she would never buy.
I'M SORRY
It read, "Sorry, but I'm not cut out to be a mother."
Later, Social Services came to pick us up and took us to an orphanage.
A very interesting detail.
The resident psychologist wanted to separate us.
He said that my brother had some kind of behavioral disorder.
Agoraphobia. And something else that I don't remember.
We transformed his car into an aquarium, and he changed his mind.
After that, he decided to let us stay together.
Because there were two of us, and we were weird and a little difficult,
we never really fit in with the traditional Christmas family photo.
When I was 13, I realized what the future held for us.
We would be society's outcasts.
There would only be one way to redeem ourselves.
We would have to study like there was no tomorrow.
And the scholarships started pouring in.
By 24, Ziro already had three degrees.
Systems engineering, physics, and mathematics.
I had two degrees, architecture and civil engineering.
I specialized in mega structures.
I worked with a civil construction company for eight years.
I built viaducts and underwater tunnels.
I used to earn 5,918 euros a month.
It wasn't until I built a high-speed train system in the desert
that I understood the truth.
That project made the construction company a profit of well over a billion euros.
I had created a high-speed rail system that could withstand desert storms.
I had built an elevated rail platform and engineered dune barriers.
And for this, I received a 23,000-euro bonus.
That's when I realized that it didn't matter how talented I was,
I would always remain middle class
and would spend my entire life paying my mortgage.
That's when I had my best idea ever. A bunker for billionaires.
A crazy, megalomaniacal plan that would see these privileged elite
pay between 40 and 80 million each.
But that wasn't the best part.
I understood that I could lock up the richest people in Europe
and isolate them from the outside world,
and I could end up getting even more money from them.
And the funniest thing of all
is that I could get them to finance the whole scam themselves.
But right now, our whole plan was about to come crumbling down
because of two letters and one number, BJ3.
INCOMING CALL
Roxán has found something.
An electronic patent, Boston and Jackson.
Boston and Jackson…
And like many of the world's miracles…
An electronic patent…
…they happen just when you thought everything was lost.
At the last moment, Roxán found something else.
I have found other possible matches with BJ3.
The match comes from the data I downloaded from Max Varela's phone.
In one of his videos, the term "BJ3" is mentioned.
Put it on screen.
Come on. Come here, boy.
Come here! Come on. Come on.
So, it would appear to me that the horse refuses to obey its mistress.
Dad, you just wait and see.
BJ…
Come on. Come on.
That's it!
Temperamental, like his grandfather.
Right, BJ?
BJ3 could be the nickname
of an English thoroughbred of celebrated lineage
who is currently valued at 40 million euros.
Four-time winner of the English grand national,
the grandfather's name was Blackjack.
It was the horse that sired generations of famous racehorses.
This stallion's name is Fierro,
but it appears that Falcón's daughter uses the initials of his famous grandfather.
"BJ" and "3" for the third generation.
BJ3.
BJ cannot be a horse, Minerva.
The business transaction is worth 1.4 billion euros.
Why worry about a 40-million-dollar horse?
It has to be the patents.
Roxán, what is the probability the Mexican wants
to buy Boston and Jackson?
80%.
Detailed results?
Orduña owns 344 high-tech electronic patents
and has continued a strategy of patent acquisitions
over the past five years.
Does he have any connection with horses?
Very little. His nephew Álvaro
takes part in the occasional show-jumping event.
The probability of Orduña wanting to acquire a thoroughbred stallion
is less than 20%.
He wants the patent, for sure.
-No! -Explain.
Because the man is about to retire.
An old billionaire doesn't give a shit about some new patent.
He wants to humiliate Falcón.
And he succeeds by taking his daughter's horse.
Because that's what gets an old billionaire aroused.
Roxán, where is he keeping the horse?
The only references I can find concerning Fierro
is that he has spent the last four years in a stable in the Extremadura region.
Since then, the stallion has not been registered
in any competitions.
INCOMING CALL
We have to go all or nothing.
So, which one are we gonna do?
I've been calling you all night.
Buy yourself a fuckin' satellite phone.
You wake me up.
You never stop calling me,
you threaten to come find me with the ambassador, and for what?
To sell Ane's favorite horse?
The only living memory I have of her?
Look, Guillermo…
I completely understand the sentimental value of animals,
but it's my duty to remind you
that this is the best business opportunity we've ever had.
This animal spends its days in our stables in Extremadura.
I never visit him because it breaks my heart to see him.
Sell it.
Okay. You'll need to give me its passport.
And the combination to the safe.
-Hello? Hey! -Fuck!
-Oswaldo? -I don't fuckin' believe it!
Do we have the combination?
I don't have this information available.
Willy!
-Can you hear me? Waldo? -Yes.
Tomorrow go to my house. Call me from there, okay?
Then we'll open the safe, together.
8:00 a.m., local time tomorrow. I'll be there.
We have until sunrise to find the combination.
I'll open this bottle, but I have something to say.
I agreed to come here with you because I need a chance to unwind.
But you also need to understand that I'm not going to bed with you.
Not tonight, and not ever.
In case you wanted to return to your apartment.
I'll take that as a compliment.
When a woman says something like that…
Something has crossed her mind.
But today…
I'm just here to be with my friend Rafa.
So you can open it.
Whoa.
Just this one, 'kay?
Here you go. To your health.
And here's to… new friends.
Despite being stuck down here…
Ingrid, listen to me.
I don't know how you can do it,
but you need to get the combination to Falcón's safe.
You'll have to work quickly. We only have tonight.
BILLIONAIRES' BUNKER
I wrote all night…
The day I came back to life, I did it so I wouldn't go back to jail.
Burning a hole up to heaven I don't write all night…
That's what surviving is all about.
It's about dancing… even as your world is crumbling.
Even when the love of your life is dead.
Even when your father betrays you.
Even when your family starts to fall to pieces…
I will keep on dancing, even if Asia tells me that she hates me.
C'est la vie, they say…
Even if she says I'm a murderer.
Because the day I killed her sister, I killed her too.
C'est la vie…
I'm gonna keep on dancing…
Even if I'm the only one at the party and all the guests have gone.
It's just how it goes, c'est la vie
Don't let me drink much.
Otherwise, I'll end up doing karaoke, and you'll never hear the end of me.
Willy…
If you're up to it, we can do a duet.
-Good idea! -We have a guitar!
Do you play an instrument? Maybe… the sax?
-The sax? Yeah, sure. -You like the sax?
Of course, I love it.
Max Varela has an earpiece.
He found Yako's.
Attention! He is listening to his father on our internal channel.
Mute it now! Mute it!
Give me that.
That was pretty fast.
You spend all day watching like Big Brother, huh?
You're bleeding.
I think I'll need some alcohol.
To disinfect.
Come with me to the infirmary.
What is it you're giving me?
Dexamethasone.
It's a sedative. I need you to be relaxed.
Because a blow to the head could cause severe bleeding in the brain.
We'll have to keep you monitored throughout the night.
Thanks, Asia.
Thank you for saving my life.
Not too shabby for a med student, huh?
I know we don't come from the same world.
You come from the orange suits. I come from the blue.
No, it's the other way around.
What I mean is that we're like those people on the Titanic.
You're in the first class, but I live way down below in the third class.
I have a sausage and a bottle of wine in my bag.
Because you want to go for a picnic?
Are we going on a date?
It's more of a thank-you picnic.
Yeah.
And so, where would you take me?
Maybe to the boiler room? Or maybe to the tunnel?
I'll find a… nice place for us.
Nice place for us…
You just made the worst mistake
And you'll regret it, darlin'
'Cause once you give and then you take
You'll only end up wantin'
I wanna be your lover
I don't wanna be your friend
You don't know what you got Till it's gone, my dear
So tell me that you love me again
I wanna be your lover
Baby, I'll hold my breath
You don't know what you got Till it's gone, my dear
So tell me that you love me again
Again, babe
Again
You don't know what you got Till it's gone, my dear
So tell me that you love me again
Sit down there.
You emptied the bottle.
It's what I drank in prison.
We had nothing else.
I have a question for you.
I just realized that not only do you watch us,
but you're also listening to us.
But I don't get it.
Where are the microphones?
Sorry, I have no idea about that at all.
I'll stitch you up, and you go right back to your bed.
Asia!
Everything okay?
What's wrong?
-I ran into Max Varela a minute ago. -Right.
And did you step aside?
No.
It was him, actually.
Tirso, would you…
Can you… Would you give me a hug?
If you don't mind.
Tighter, please.
Pretty unbelievable.
Tirso isn't her friend.
He's been charged with watching her.
None of this is true. No war, no friends.
But something as simple as a hug
from another person can convince her that she's safe.
Isn't it fascinating?
I always knew the truth was overrated.
-Rafa? Guillermo? Are you there? -Mimi!
Can I help you?
Mm.
Um, I was wondering if you could open the door for me.
I don't know where… I can't find Guillermo.
Of course.
Thank you. I've looked everywhere.
There was no one inside.
But where can he be?
All the common areas in the bunker are already closed.
I'm not feeling well.
You should go upstairs with Victoria and have some tea,
and if you want, I'll take a look around
and see if I can find them.
So how does someone end up working in the bunker?
I had three or four interviews.
But in fact, none of them went very well.
My mother was sick back then.
-Anything serious? -She started losing her eyesight.
In the beginning, I was very angry with her.
She'd say things like…
like she didn't want to waste any of her money
and that her glasses were fine.
She told me what I wanted to hear.
But I'd see her knock stuff over and bump into door frames.
It turns out she had a brain tumor. It was pressing on her optical nerve.
Oh.
And then that was it.
Three months.
And… shortly after she passed away…
…they called me for a last interview.
And I just couldn't stop crying.
Hmm.
Surprisingly, they gave me the job that day.
It's almost…
as if they
were happy that my mother had died.
Why do you think that?
Well, it makes sense.
Find yourself employees with nothing to lose,
then lock them up indefinitely in a hole.
I've lost all of my family.
She's brilliant.
So, I guess the only way to get inside the bunker is to be a billionaire or bum.
Or both. They're not incompatible.
What about me?
All I know about you is what I read in the papers.
I've read a lot of stories about you.
-Some of it, very painful. -Mm.
Some of them, hilarious.
You have to tell me, who had the idea about the horse in the bathroom?
I'm serious.
Did you wake up in the morning and whistle and the horse waltzed in?
Was it someone else's idea?
"Mr. Falcón, we have a fabulous idea."
"We will do a photo of you shaving with your stallion."
"Manly and virile."
No? No, no, no, no. Hang on.
Wait a second.
It was your idea.
I can see it on your face.
You're such a snob.
What did you do before?
Physiognomy.
What?
A nonverbal communications expert.
And who would hire a… physiognomist?
Well, I've already worked with political parties, with the police,
with casinos, to catch cheaters just like you.
Faces are an open book for me.
Hmm?
Full of signs… that you think are hidden.
But that I can see perfectly clearly.
Don't you find that fascinating?
Terrifying, actually.
You said you would never sleep with me, and yet, here you are, undressing me.
Ingrid.
Time to open another bottle.
-You guys? -Hmm?
-Up for another? -Mm.
No. Thanks, but I think we're all done for tonight.
-Thank you. -I'm not done.
Put another one on ice.
I was very moved by what you said during therapy.
-It reminds me of my own story. -Really?
So, you were also married to a… an AI?
I had reached a similar stage with my husband.
You know what they say.
A marriage lasts two years more than it should. Noblesse oblige.
And during that time, you start to accept the fact
that your marriage is basically over, and then you start to… to hate each other.
That hand…
That hand that caressed you and gave you goosebumps…
Now, when that hand touches your thigh, it feels like a wet, cold fish.
You have to go to the bathroom to wash away the feeling.
Everything that made him unique has become irritating and annoying.
And at night in bed,
as his member grinds against my back, I'm thinking,
"Not going in my mouth."
I'm not lazy. It's disgusting.
And when I finally decided to leave him,
he had an accident, and he ends up in a coma.
Wow.
The worst part was at the hospital.
His family was there, day and night,
thanking me for everything and telling me to be strong.
His parents, his sisters, his cousins.
His many, many, many cousins…
All of them, religious, and praying to God all day.
I mean, I don't even believe in God, and I prayed.
I prayed that he would wake up
so I could leave him for good.
Thank you.
I tried everything to wake him up. Desperate women will do desperate things.
I played his favorite music.
I'd put my perfume right under his nostrils.
I'd read him his books for hours and hours.
And one day, I masturbated him.
A waste of time.
His parents saw how concerned and committed I was,
and they kept thanking me for loving him.
All the guilt pushed me to find ways to escape.
What do you mean, "ways to escape"?
I'd take a taxi way out to the suburbs,
and I'd fuck the first guy that I could find.
Mm.
Gardeners, postmen, an electrician. A few women too.
Whoever I could find.
You fall into this spiral of self-destruction,
and you're not really conscious of what's going on.
Until some guy's fucking you in a wheelbarrow.
-In the back of a truck, I mean. -Mm. I understand.
And when the foreman caught us, I knew at that moment
that I'd hit rock bottom.
And that was the day I got the call to come down here.
So I ran away. I didn't hesitate.
For quite some time, I'd been thinking about suicide.
Me, saved by the apocalypse.
Don't be too hard on yourself, hmm?
Hmm?
I mean, everybody has had fantasies about wheelbarrows.
But honestly, Elena, I understand exactly how you feel.
Everybody, at some stage in their lives, desperately needs…
a good hug.
Rafa, you have to learn when it's time to move on.
It's not a question
of moving on or not.
It's a question of wanting to or not. And I don't want to move on, Elena.
Others want me to.
But I resist.
There are times, Rafa, when you have to accept it's over.
Or someday, you'll find yourself hanging from pipes in the bunker.
Okay, then.
Is there no dancing allowed, or what? Huh?
Willy.
Willy! So how about a little, uh…
Chica-chica-chica, huh? C'mon!
Dad, open the door!
Why the hell is Max Varela there?
I don't know. I left him at his place.
Get him out of there. And stay with him. Go.
What the hell are you doing here? At this time of night?
Well, I heard people speaking,
so I thought maybe I could join you for drinks.
You spend all day watching.
What happened to you?
But I don't get it. Where are the microphones?
Max? What happened? How'd you get that?
It's nothing. Don't worry.
I had a bit of a fight with one of the guards.
Not the same one.
The pussy from the pantry. Remember?
Yeah, I remember.
Well, I guess that proves some people never change.
Max… who did the stitches?
Cindy.
Actually, half Cindy, half Asia.
Your daughter's the last doctor in the world. And she's pretty good too.
Could you get me a beer, please?
Let's do it. Perfect. Great.
What do you think? Time for a toast.
It's been so long since the three men have been together.
Enjoy your drink.
There's no cars down here for you to crash.
Well, look who's here.
Enjoying a party, are we?
I'm going back.
We're fucked now.
Ingrid, don't let him leave. Cindy, you have to get Max out of there.
Max! Why don't we leave the adults to themselves?
No, no, no, no! Ingrid, we're losing him. Do something.
Ingrid!
Fuck, fuck! Fuck!
Hey. What just happened there?
That was pretty intense.
Forget it. It's a bit of a long story.
The kid and I don't get along all that well.
I have the solution.
And I know exactly where we can enjoy it.
In the director's office.
Nobody else has access, but my hand opens many doors.
Maybe you don't want to sleep with me, but you're trying very hard.
It stimulates conversation.
And your friend has his hands full.
You all must think that I'm a complete fool.
Looking for Guillermo in the middle of the night instead of sleeping.
I don't think you have to give us any explanation at all, my dear.
As women, we are ashamed of everything we do.
That's our biggest problem and men's biggest victory.
And it should be the other way round.
Do you know why?
Because the clitoris has over 10,000 nerve endings.
And a phallus, on the other hand,
has half the amount.
This just means that all of us women can enjoy twice as much pleasure as men.
Which is exactly what men have been chasing all their lives.
So now, instead of having women fully enjoy what nature has given them,
they make us feel ashamed.
So you think the clitoris is nature's gift?
You make it sound like a superpower, Victoria.
That's because it is. Truly.
We are made to be superheroes, baby!
And that is my secret.
Mimi, I'm sorry, but I don't have good news for you.
Guillermo's not with Rafa.
He's with that girl from the spa.
I saw them leaving the cocktail bar and going into Minerva's office.
Apparently, to have a few more drinks.
Drinks that the girl had discreetly hidden inside her… panties.
They went into the office as if they were going to a nightclub,
all careless and fancy-free.
I mean, it was obvious they were flirting.
Plus, they closed the curtains.
Oh.
Mimi, Mimi. Are you okay?
Ever since we arrived, I've been… feeling constipated and sick.
Mimi, sweetie.
You're somatizing from all the emotions you've repressed.
It's time to stand up.
It's time to say enough is enough.
This isn't him hooking up with his secretary,
while you're sipping a mimosa by the pool like he did with Marta.
This is especially low, even for him.
Not because he's flirting with one of those pretty little servants, no.
What's unforgivable is that people are dying under bombs outside.
And you can't even go shopping or get a manicure,
just to pretend you don't see what's happening.
I'm going upstairs to speak with my husband.
-Maybe we should tag along. -Yes, we should.
Ingrid, we have a problem.
Falcón's wife is heading your way.
We don't have much time.
Do you like jazz?
It's perfect for this moment. Don't you think?
How do I know this kiss is real?
If all you've done is lie to me all night.
-Me? -Yes.
When did I ever tell a lie?
About the massage, about your friend…
I told you, I'm a physiognomist.
I can see you're lying from the tiniest details.
-And what are these tiny details? -A tenseness in your facial muscles.
Imperceptible ocular movements.
And these… imperceptible ocular movements… they might be wrong, who knows?
No.
Would you like me to prove it?
Sure, go ahead.
I've never met a woman lie detector before.
What about that kiss first?
I don't think so.
You don't believe me, but I'll prove it.
I'm gonna ask you five questions.
And depending on your answers, I'll know if you're lying
or telling the truth.
And how will you know if you've got it right?
Because you're gonna write the answers… on this.
-For your eyes only. -Ah.
And what do I win, if you fail?
That kiss.
And maybe more. Who knows?
Mm.
Maybe something you'll remember forever.
How exciting.
How is Ingrid?
Flirting strategy has been initiated. It seems to be working.
His heart rate continues to climb.
She won't have enough time. His wife will be there in two minutes.
We're fucked.
What do we do, Minerva?
Ingrid, speed things up.
Your first question.
Where did you lose your virginity? And at what age?
-That seems like two questions. -You're right.
In the back of a car.
I was 17.
That's a lie.
16 years old in a hammock by the pool.
Two-zero.
How come nobody's coming to help us?!
We had almost reached the top floor.
If we open the doors, we can make it.
Let's get these doors open. C'mon.
Come on!
Those doors aren't blocked. We just shut down the electricity.
With a bit of effort, they can open them.
So, have you ever had sex with a man?
He's written, "No."
I can't! I can't do it!
Yes.
The correct answer is… no.
-Push harder! -I can't do it!
-Leave it. Let me try. -Mimi, what are you doing?
Have you ever been truly in love?
I think that question is somewhat subjective.
Some days I wake up madly in love.
But then later, when I go to sleep, I feel deeply disappointed.
It's hard to say.
I don't fuckin' believe it!
Ingrid, you've gotta move faster. You don't have much time.
Yeah, you're right.
We need precise questions to get precise answers.
How about a number?
-Mm-hmm. -Like the combination to your safe.
Lift me up.
-Huh? -Put your hands together.
-Okay. -Your hands!
-He hasn't written anything down. -Zoom in.
Ingrid, he's not writing anything.
You got it!
3-1-1-0-2-0-0.
Roxán, what are the chances that Falcón is telling the truth?
63%. No hesitation detected.
No rapid eye movement or change to the ocular nerve.
Ingrid, he's telling the truth.
I think you're telling the truth, but I'm not entirely sure.
I don't know why.
Hurry. You've got less than a minute. She's coming down the hall.
Sweetie, put your hands together. Help me up.
-Mom, where are you going?! -We're going to miss the show! Hurry!
I think that I'm missing something.
You lied.
Everything is true.
I have the habit of never writing down my passwords on paper or anywhere else.
All in here.
So, technically speaking… I win.
-Yes! Yes! -Good.
-Yes! -Good.
We've got it!
Ingrid, we've got it. Now get out. Mimi's almost there.
You owe me a kiss.
Technically speaking, you broke the rules, and I will never know the truth.
And also, you're married.
Mm.
But now I wanna kiss you more than I have ever wanted to kiss her.
I wanted to thank you, Guillermo,
for being here and offering me this… moment of clarity.
Look at the power… that this man has over me.
One day, he says we are a confluence of mutual orphanage.
We are like symbiosis in nature documentaries.
And the next day, he tells me we're marvelous.
And little by little, I swallow whatever dignity I have
until it becomes so imperceptible that it has all but disappeared. Gone.
I wanted to thank you…
because only now do I have the clarity required to leave you, Guillermo.
And if at some point in the future,
you have even the inkling of an intention to come and see me,
to tell me that you believe we were better off
in the subterfuge of infidelity, then… don't do it.
Because we will never get back together.
Never.
The way you drop
Is like a stone
Making out, you're flyin'
But you've just been thrown…
No way, that doesn't count.
Ready? Here I go!
Good! Nice hit! Well done!
I see you're accompanying me.
Yes.
And this will be the second time that I've brought you back.
Try not to escape again.
Do you really wanna walk all that way?
Yeah.
Where loving goes
I should have guessed
When I took that girl
Do I love her still?
Well, that's just a chill
What are you doing?!
-You're crazy! -Whoo!
The water's great!
What are you doing?!
Ugh! Dude, it's freezing! Get outta there! C'mon, please!
-You're crazy! -Whoo! Whoo!
-What are you doing? -Come in with me!
No way I'm goin' in there!
-What?! -No way, I'm not going!
How did you get your sister's phone?
-Come on, it's fabulous! Whoo-hoo! -Was it him?
There's no way.
You're going to freeze to death!
-You're such a wuss! -Come on! Please stop!
-Get in here! -Stop it! No, it's freezing!
Did you give this to my daughter?
Why?
To aggravate the pain?
To win her over?
To make her think you're not the worthless piece of shit you are?
That's not what it's about.
I saw you flirting with her in the canteen.
You've got no respect for the past.
Are you trying to trick her?
You took my daughter from me.
You took my wife from me.
Because she didn't die in an accident.
She killed herself out of grief!
So before I let you get close to Asia, I will fuckin' kill you.
Son…
Let me take a look.
Are you okay? Are you all right, baby? Yeah?
Get outta here. Get outta here.
Go. Leave.
Go.
I said leave!
Max.
You have no right
to talk to my son like that or to hit him, do you hear me?!
Don't ever do that again!
Forgive me.
I completely lost it.
Uh…
I was in shock after Mimi.
I'm sorry.
I left my husband, and Mimi's left you.
For over 20 years, we've had this secret. It's time for us to be together.
Subtitle translation by: Soledad Etchemendy