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- Lucas. - Yeah?
The other day you wanted to tell me something, right?
You wanted to tell me that you thought of Sara
when we almost to died?
I shouldn't have said anything.
I'm sorry, okay?
Forget it.
I'm really sorry.
Are you still in love with Sara?
What difference would that make now, Paco?
I ask because of you.
To know how you're doing.
And will that change anything?
No.
Nothing.
I'm always gonna be the *** maniac you don't want for her.
And that's not going to change.
That's never going to change, Paco.
Or can it change?
Do you really see yourself...
setting up an umbrella at the beach with Sara?
Or going grocery shopping with her?
Or picking out the color of your living room curtains?
You kidnapped and assaulted a detainee.
And that's because we got there in time.
Otherwise, who knows what you would've done.
You're a *** lunatic,
who, one of these days, will end up in jail for the rest of his life.
Or with a bullet through his neck.
I love you...
But don't ask me...
to want you for my daughter.
Don't ask me.
Don't worry, Paco.
Don't worry.
'It looks like it's going to rain' mean that you love me?
So it's like a secret code between us?
Will you say it to me every day?
Every day.
It looks like it's going to rain.
You know what I would gift the person I loved?
A globe.
So we could play together by closing our eyes and making it spin
and point out the places where we could go together.
Lucas.
Close your eyes.
Give me your finger.
Let's see where my savings will take us.
Madagascar, Africa.
I like it.
One year, two months, and three days ago...
I promised you that when you turned eighteen,
I would be with you.
There are only two days left.
- But Lucas, I... - Shh.
Relax, relax.
Just think it over, okay?
Calmly,
and...
when you know,
tell me, okay?
Shh.
Carlota, let's go home.
Think it over.
It's two in the morning and it's still thirty-three degrees out.
It's as if the air had stood still in Madrid,
in San Antonio,
in our lives.
Sara,
we have to get out of here.
Break free from everything,
or we'll never get to be together.
Why keep quiet for a whole year, Lucas?
Why all this silence? If now you're here with two tickets to Madagascar?
I don't even know why I'm thinking of going.
I don't even know if it's summer or winter there.
I've spent a lifetime waiting.
Waiting to close the Uriarte case,
waiting for Sara to be eighteen,
waiting for Paco to accept our relationship.
And I'm tired.
I will not give up Sara any longer.
If it's not in San Antonio, it will be in Madagascar.
This is not a birthday gift, Lucas.
[There are only 40 hours left until the plane takes off to Madagascar.]
Why are you doing this to me?
Why now?
Why are you forcing me to choose?
Would you come to the airport with me to pick up my nephew?
I would only go to the airport with you to catch a plane and get to a lost beach...
to smother each other with kisses...
until I forget what day it is and go crazy from loving you so much.
Lucas, if you love me, tell me that you don't love me.
I don't love you.
If you love me, tell me I'm just a child.
You're just a child.
I love you.
I love you, I love you, I love you, Lucas. I love you.
One year, two months, and three days ago...
I promised you that when you turned eighteen,
I would be with you.
There are only two days left.
Madagascar, Africa.
I like it.
'It looks like it's going to rain' mean that you love me?
So it's like a secret code between us?
Will you say it to me every day?
It looks like going to rain.
It's raining!
Mom, it's raining!
[22 degrees in Madagascar... Sara, no matter what happens, I'll be waiting...]