Gonzalo has the profile of a textbook perverse narcissist.
If he makes me look mentally ill, can he take the girls?
Hello, Roberto.
-Or Edu. I don't know your name anymore. -Sorry, do we know each other?
This place can't have a license to open.
RED FISH BAR
One spark and the place would go up in flames.
Bribing a City Hall employee can't be cheap.
That money is a hot potato.
He must've laundered it somehow.
Invoice, October 23rd, the day I was admitted.
-Thirty thousand euros. -Thirty thousand?
Mom!
-Why the shouting? -What?
Where is he?
-Your friend? -He's not my friend.
Hey! Come over here, please!
-Róber. -Gonzalo.
ON THE PREVIOUS EPISODE…
"Perfect Alibi."
"Eduardo Silva."
What's this like?
Entertaining, nothing special.
I see.
I see you're not very chatty.
-You haven't caught me at a good time. -Oh, no.
Have you lost your millions on the stock market?
Don't worry, man. It's clear you have plenty of cash.
Cash.
What good is cash?
If they cancel you, destroy your reputation?
Whoa.
Not very chatty, but intense when you do open your mouth.
What did you do?
My wife's talking crap about me.
Okay, don't tell me.
She reported you and you didn't touch her.
-Never. -Shit.
The opposite.
My wife…
She isn't mentally stable.
I've spent my life trying to help her. She repays me like this.
Right.
So basically, your typical hysterical woman.
Now she says it wasn't her.
Bitch.
Well, if I were you, I'd get a divorce as soon as possible.
And lose everything?
Lose my daughters?
Lose my house, my money? Throw away my life's work?
And my reputation?
If I were you, I'd think about it. Who says she won't report you again?
No, think about it.
You've got a big problem.
I feel lucky compared to you.
I won the lottery in love, man.
-Lucky you. -Yeah. We're going to be parents.
We're happy, man. It hasn't come at the best time. Well…
It's a shit time. But there we go.
Really?
Last year, I bought a bar by the beach. Incredible place. It was going great.
Full capacity, Thursday to Saturday until 6:00 a.m.
Out of nowhere, City Hall called and said they were taking my license away.
-The bar didn't comply with whatever-- -I'm an architect. I know about that.
Well, my life savings…
Gone. Just like that.
Hey.
I know someone who works at City Hall. They can help you get a license.
But how? They'd just do it?
Nobody just does anything.
But I just told you I'm broke, man. I don't have anything to give.
I can think of something.
To family.
There. You can clearly see him.
-What aren't you seeing? -I get it.
Yes, Ángela. I'll show it to the judge.
But it isn't solid proof.
-Why not? -It's far away.
It's too far. Róber's wearing that hat. It could be me.
It couldn't be you, Ander.
But… Please, let's focus.
Okay?
The recording is from September 14th, two days after the report.
One month later, just as Ángela is admitted,
Roberto reopens his bar after months closed.
A bar that doesn't have an insulated roof, or emergency signage,
and doesn't even comply with the basics for fire protection.
There's no way it would pass an inspection.
Coincidentally, guess who's friends
with the City Hall employee who signed the license?
Gonzalo?
-Soul Landscapes. -A landscaping company.
Gonzalo hired them for a full yard renovation.
And who owns the company?
The City Hall employee's husband.
Are you saying the work was never done?
What I'm saying is Gonzalo helped Roberto get the license,
and Roberto helped Gonzalo ruin my life.
-Oh, my God. -Right.
What about the license? Have you seen it?
I'm on it.
I need to sleep.
-Evening. -Good evening.
-Can I speak with the person in charge? -He's out back.
Can you ask him to come out? It's important.
Róber!
-Róber! -Coming!
What is it?
Hi, good evening.
A neighbor complained about the noise.
-Strange. We're in the middle of nowhere. -He must have a good ear.
Come on, man.
Your license.
What does that have to do with it?
Nothing. I just want to see it.
I see.
Come through with me.
Ángela.
Yes?
-I've got it. -Got what?
The license. Iñaki just sent it to me.
Signed by Gorka. A beautiful signature.
Do we have him?
It seems so.
-Am I going to win? -No doubt about it.
-Iñaki's nice, isn't he? -Yes, he's lovely.
They're so annoying with the school chat.
By the way, the meeting's online. You could join, couldn't you?
You think so?
You're going to get custody, so you won't get away from these things.
I said, Iñaki's nice.
See you later.
Maribel, it's me.
-Good morn-- Oh! -Ma'am, your grocery delivery.
This is great.
I don't think I've forgotten anything. But you tell me. If I have, I'll go back.
-You look happy. -I am.
The custody hearing is tomorrow.
-I didn't know. -Yes. At 12:00 p.m.
It's best not to tell my mom.
I want to testify.
No. Not in your situation.
Look, if I have to go back, I'll go back. But I want to tell them what I saw.
What are you talking about?
No. Just no.
I'm going to come.
I'm doing it for you.
And I'm doing it for me.
We have lots of evidence against Gonzalo, and I need you here with Mom.
You're talking about the devil.
Now, weren't you asleep?
He was here the other day. Very nice. Lovely.
Oh, so Gonzalo came the other day? Here?
Yes.
-Really? -Yes.
-What did he want? -I don't know.
He took some keys, went to the shed, and I don't know.
Maybe he stole something.
When did he come?
When?
I don't know…
I don't know. You're confusing me. A while ago. Two months? I don't know.
Don't worry, Mom. Are you sure about this?
Yes…
I think so.
He's asleep now.
Still thinking about it?
Gonzalo never wanted to go to my mom's house.
Never.
I don't know what he was doing there. I don't get it. It's not a coincidence.
I'm sure it's not.
But the hearing is tomorrow.
Take a shower. I'll do dinner.
I was used to Gonzalo belittling me and insulting me.
What did he use to call you?
Stupid, useless. Mainly.
But he called me many things.
The truth is, in his opinion, I never did anything right.
It was impossible to get things right.
And when he got mad, well…
He'd shout at me, he'd insult me, and…
And then he'd hit me.
He'd hit you?
Where would he hit you?
He'd push me.
He'd punch me in the stomach.
He'd also strangle me until I couldn't breathe.
Can you prove any of the serious allegations
that you're accusing my client of?
I guess not.
Thank you, Mrs. Recarte.
I was deeply in love with my wife.
We met each other at college.
She was a bright girl, very intelligent.
Beautiful.
And I felt really lucky when she chose me.
But over time,
I became concerned that behind that perfect facade,
there was such an insecure and emotionally unstable person.
I thought maybe it was a one-off when she wanted to give up her studies.
And I devoted myself to trying to help her,
to convincing her not to give up on her projects.
And it was hard. Very hard.
And what happened after?
Well, I suppose the insecurity ended up taking over her.
It was like she wasn't where she needed to be.
She was scared of everything.
She needed me for absolutely everything.
She only wanted to be with me or her mom.
Or with her books.
And when your daughters were born?
Well, that…
That was the hardest.
She even admitted that…
That she regretted it.
She wished they were never born.
Her arms were full of bruises.
Full of bruises.
That day, her mom was sick, and Ángela came to help me bathe her.
When she pulled her sleeves up to not get wet--
Supposing what you say is true,
how do you know it was my client who caused those marks?
I was abused for five years.
By my ex-husband.
I know what it's like to live in fear.
Ángela was fearful.
Imagine, when she was at her mom's and…
and Gonzalo would call her phone.
He'd call and she'd start shaking and tense up.
-She'd make up any excuse-- -Do you mean to say she'd lie?
No. She didn't lie.
She didn't lie. She…
She was…
really scared.
And she…
She never lied. She…
She… He didn't want her to see her mom. You know?
-That's why she-- -That's why Ángela lied.
And that's precisely why we need to clarify who filed the report.
Which is undoubtedly false.
Thank you.
Session adjourned for the day.
We'll continue the hearing tomorrow at 10:00 a.m. Thank you.
What's going on in your little head?
-Gonzalo. -Don't you get it?
You can't have everything.
Didn't your mom tell you?
Well, what would your mom know? She's the same as you.
I can't breathe.
-Are you suffocating? -Yes.
If it happens again, what do we do?
If it happens again, what do we do? Tell me.
-Please. -Tell me.
Ángela, are you ready?
Yes.
Session resumed.
Okay.
As far as I know, a report was filed on September 12th. A report for abuse.
Indeed, Your Honor.
But as you can see, Ángela immediately denied the charges.
We believe it was filed in bad faith
by the same people who attacked my client a few days later in Barrika.
In revenge for something his firm did.
Regarding the psychological reports presented by the other party,
we agree that Ángela
has been subjected to a continuous traumatic situation.
But let us remember that Ángela spent more than half her life
living with her mother.
A person with a diagnosed mental illness, which, by the way, is hereditary.
Objection, Your Honor.
Doctors have ruled out my client having any type of psychotic condition.
However, there is evidence
that Ángela put the lives of her daughters in danger
on at least two occasions.
What have you done?
-I'm sorry! -Are you crazy?
We'll confirm if there's evidence of this.
The plaintiff's attorney has the floor. Proceed.
Gaslighting.
"Psychological abuse
through which the victim is made to doubt their senses and thinking."
Well, that's exactly what Mr. Gonzalo Ochoa
tried to do to Mrs. Ángela Recarte in this situation.
I'd like to present evidence to this court that shows how Gonzalo
concocted an extensive plan
to make everyone believe my client suffered a mental disorder.
Before continuing, I need to present a crucial piece to this plot.
That is Roberto Irigoyen,
owner of the Red Fish Bar, in Meñakoz.
-Why didn't you subpoena him? -We didn't have proof until today.
Continue.
Gonzalo hired Roberto Irigoyen.
He hired him to pretend to be Ángela's old high-school friend,
Eduardo Silva.
Ángela didn't remember him, naturally, because he didn't exist.
But thanks to the large amount of information provided by Gonzalo,
Ángela believed him.
Once he had gained her trust,
Eduardo Silva admitted it was all a lie.
That they hadn't met by chance.
And that her husband had hired him to kill her.
Ángela, thinking she was in danger, as anyone in their right mind would,
ran away and ended up confronting her husband.
Then, the police arrived, Ángela was arrested,
and suddenly, there was no trace of Eduardo Silva.
Well, Eduardo Silva is the author of a book
that tells the story of exactly what Ángela was going through.
It seems Gonzalo wanted us to think that Ángela has read too many books.
-And, like Don Quixote, has lost her mind. -Objection, Your Honor.
Have we really come here to hear tales?
Counsel, I'm the one who decides what is or isn't a tale.
Okay. Can you prove what you're telling us?
Of course. This defense doesn't believe in coincidences. It believes in evidence.
We can prove that Gonzalo met Roberto Irigoyen
two days after being reported for abuse.
Roberto Irigoyen got the license to reopen his bar, the Red Fish,
the day after Ángela was admitted to the clinic.
Gonzalo made irregular payments for work that was never done
to a company called Soul Landscapes,
directly connected to the Urban Planning Manager
who issued the license for the Red Fish, Roberto Irigoyen's bar.
They're exhibits four, five, and six.
With permission, Your Honor.
Soul Landscapes started work on my client's yard just yesterday.
Don't worry.
We will appeal.
Shit.
-No. We've still got criminal proceedings. -Yes.
We'll indict Roberto and the City Hall employee.
-Of course. -I'll investigate them all.
At least one of them will talk.
How long will that take?
How long until I can see my girls? I nee--
-Ángela. -You're sick.
-You're sick! -Ángela.
Ángela, honey, it's clear you're not well.
But I'm sure that with help and time, you'll pull through.
I won't let the girls be brought up by an animal like you.
You can't help but insult me.
Until you accept you're sick like your mom, nobody--
-Take her away. -Ángela, please.
I'm sorry, gentlemen.
-That can't happen. -I know. I'm sorry.
I understand. I would've killed him. But the last thing we need is a lawsuit.
I'll always lose against Gonzalo.
I need to be alone. Sorry.
I'll call you later.
SOUL LANDSCAPES
Pass me the ball. To me!
How are you?
I won't give up.
Me neither.
What don't you know?
-It's hard. -It's not hard, honey.
These are things we do during the day.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
-I made breakfast. -Thank you.
For example, brush our teeth, shower, eat dinner… You have to put them in order.
What comes first? Breakfast or dinner?
-Breakfast. -Perfect. So, you have to join the dots.
Perfect, you see? Great.
It's like a diary.
-What's a diary? -It's what your cousin Ane has.
A notebook where she writes her thoughts, secrets…
I started to write one at your age.
-Really? That doesn't seem like you. -Doesn't it?
I was remarkably intense. I wrote religiously until I was 20.
I still have them at my mom's. I'd be so embarrassed if the girls found--
What's wrong?
Roberto knew things about me that I haven't told anyone.
I know what Gonzalo went to get from my mom's house.
-Hello, my love. -Hello.
I need some keys.
-For the shed? -Yes.
-Everything okay? -Yes.
Son of a bitch.
He studied them from cover to cover.
From 1998 to 2001.
Your high school years, right?
They're the only ones not at my mom's. If they're not there, Roberto has them.
Or he threw them away. It's what I'd do.
But that doesn't matter.
Because Gonzalo doesn't know that.
I don't get it, Ángela.
What have we learned from all this?
The truth doesn't matter. Only what seems true.
And what seems true here? That Roberto still has my diaries.
I have a plan, Esther.
But I need your help.
NAIL BAR
Hello, Mom.
You already told me, Mom.
A two-hour delay is nothing, Mom.
The important thing is everything's okay and--
I need to go, Mom. Yes, I'll call you later.
Yes, later.
-Hello. -Hello.
-Don't I know you? -Sparkles and my friend French manicure.
Why are you here?
I've come to talk to your guy.
To Róber? Why?
He can tell you.
-Róber. -Yes?
Come here.
What's going on?
Can you leave us a moment, honey?
Who is she?
I'll tell you after.
We're going to the hospital in two minutes.
What are you doing here?
I've come to ask a favor. Well, two.
-You owe me. -I don't owe you shit. Sorry.
-I can report you if you prefer. -Oh, yeah? What for?
Your bar doesn't comply with any fire protocols, for example.
-I have a license. -If I report you, it's worthless.
You think Gonzalo will protect you forever?
You've done what he wants. He doesn't need you.
Go on.
I need you to make a call and lend me your bar for a few hours.
And the password for your computer.
Sure. And how do I know you won't report me anyway?
You know I won't do that.
Okay. But it can't come back to me.
Begoña, please! They have the TV too loud. Can you turn it down?
-I'll do it now. -Thank you.
Be very careful. It could be a trap.
Okay.
-What do you want now? -Hey, I'm at my daughter's birth.
And? Everything okay?
Yes. I'm calling to say
that Ángela showed up as we were leaving for the hospital.
She knows you gave me the diaries.
What? But you burned them, didn't you?
-Yes, but I scanned some pages to memori-- -No, I said no copies.
-Delete everything. -I can't.
The copies are on the bar's computer, and the alarm just went off.
Why aren't you there?
-I just told you. My wife's in labor. -That's not my problem.
Go and delete everything. Now.
Look, be grateful I'm telling you.
No, shi--
Son of a bitch.
RED FISH
-What are you doing with that? -Defending myself.
-From what? -From you.
Don't be ridiculous. Give me that.
I know you took my diaries. And I have proof.
You're going to jail, Gonzalo.
I don't give a shit about the diaries. Who'll believe you?
Know what makes me saddest?
The girls will visit you in a mental home. Like you did with your mom.
You know I could destroy you right now and get away with it?
Nobody will believe you.
You're not just an abuser, son of a bitch. You're a bad dad too.
My girls love me.
They adore me.
You bitch.
You're so clumsy.
You do everything wrong.
Yes, what's the address?
-Red Fish, next to the beach. -They're on the way.
Gonzalo.
You forgot something.
Oh, really?
-Yes. -What?
There was a school meeting today.
You're crazy. What you're saying doesn't make sense.
No? I didn't forget about it.
You're in it.
Say hello.
Ángela?
Stay there!
Don't move!
Ángela. Are you okay?
Say something, please.
Ángela, don't worry. It's over.
Don't worry. I'm here.
Help!
RED FISH BAR
You're going to be okay, Ángela.
You'll see. Don't worry. I'm here with you.
Get in the car.
-I can stay here, right? -Yes.
-Excuse me. -Yes?
Can you tell me who sent those?
Yes, sure.
"Dear Ángela, we're so sorry about what happened."
"Get well soon. You can count on us."
"Laura and Fernando."
Throw them out.
No, why? They're beautiful.
You keep them, then.
Really?
Oh, thank you so much.
-Excuse me. -Hi.
Shit.
I should've gone with you to the Red Fish. I'm sorry.
Right.
Ángela.
I know you don't believe me, but…
I never wanted to hurt you. Ever.
I was going through a stressful time, and I didn't have a choice.
I wish I could erase everything that happened.
You can't.
I know.
Fix up the bar.
It's dangerous. People could die.
Change of underwear, clean sheets, and…
-Shoes in size 9.5. -I said 10.
That's all there is.
Your phone, please. Your ring. Your watch.
And sign here if you can.
You see how happy Panchito is with you.
-Yes. -Isn't he?
Look, he loves being petted.
Look how happy he is. He's so cuddly.
Very good, Maya.
-Do you remember how scared you were? -Yeah.
And you're not anymore?
-No. -No, you're not.
Of course, because Panchito's so good.
Very good. Yes. Very good.
Mom.
-Oh, look! Look who's here. -Mommy!
-Oh! -Mommy!
-Mommy. -Mommy.
Honey.
This is for you.
And this is for you. Let's go.
I want one too.
-Careful, it's fragile. -Okay.
How are you?
Really good.
Wow. You're so strong.
Go on! Very good, girls!
-Yeah! Go on. -Good!
-Yeah! -Come on, again.
Come on.
-Bikes! Great! -Get the bikes.
-Very good. Let's go! -Yay!
-Got it? -Yes.
Come on, boy.
Go on.
-Go on! -Very good!
There you go.
Go for it.
Yeah!
Yes.
And go like this.
Done.
You seem happy here.
What are you doing?
I'm working on the tender project.
I think I have a chance. It looks good.
I like seeing you like this.
Are you ready?
Are you sure you want to do it?
Do you know how many people go there every night? Youngsters.
They're unknowingly risking their lives.
Right. But everything's good. You got custody.
I still need to do it.
-Hey, Maya! Give me the ball. -Mom.
I'll be back soon.
-See you later. -Bye.
-Hello? -Hi, Roberto.
What do you want?
I just wanted to know if you did the fireproofing, like I told you to.
Yes, a while ago.
You don't stop lying.
I'm not lying, Ángela. What do you mean?
Ángela, where are you?
Ángela.
I'll deal with the electrical panel.
-You call 911. -Got it.
RED FISH BAR
Let's go.
She keeps under her own roof
We did it.
For everything that happened All the proof
She keeps a suitcase In case she has to leave
In her head There's an echo ringing around
The same story always wears her down
Tired of justifying how to live
And she could no longer deny
After a thousand battles That life passes by
Oh, warrior
In my soul for the rest of my life I'll carry you
Subtitle translation by: Katie L Ward