Sky Rojo

I'm gonna pick this story up from where we left off.

On the day my brother was killed, I buried him like a dog in the desert.

By my father's side.

I abandoned him there for one reason.

If nobody knows you're dead,

nobody asks questions.

Even if it means he gets to Heaven through a back door.

Right then, I just wanted to see my mother.

In case you don't remember, Romeo had kidnapped her.

I wanna see my mother.

Of course.

When I finally told her about Christian's death, I was relieved.

And hearing her vital signs made me think she was at peace,

that she was resting.

In that moment, I didn't know that Romeo had already killed her.

He had stuffed her in a freezer

and defrosted her to let me have my guilty-son moment with her.

When Romeo told me days later she had passed away in the nursing home,

I believed him.

I could never have imagined the way those deaths were going to change my life.

Romeo and I would become really close again,

due to his withholding of certain facts.

I became part of the family with the man who'd killed mine.

I went from driving whores to striptease gigs

to driving girls to school.

I don't want you to go back to the club, at least for a while.

You need time to recover from all this.

What should I do?

Go on a vacation, yeah?

Go to some restaurants.

Take a bike ride.

Read a book.

What do I know?

Just some peace, you know. We deserve it.

A book?

Let's see, one thing...

So I finally got the ideal life I wanted.

Together with the psychopath that had killed my mom.

While that secret bomb was still counting down, ticktock,

it would explode months later,

we fished,

we had breakfast,

and we sang as if we were in some Christmas movie.

Meanwhile, we kept on looking for the three women that ruined us.

And soon, we would find out

they were only 1,854 kilometers away.

And that they also had a new life.

Welcome to the new house.

The best I could find.

Oh, but I love it. It's so beautiful.

It's not only beautiful, Gina.

We're right by the Civil Guard.

No one will ever find us here.

We were going to build our new life

on a bomb that would explode sooner or later.

We had stolen four million euros from our pimp.

And unfortunately, he wouldn't forget that.

I think we should hide half inside the house and half outside the house.

In case something goes wrong. Hmm?

We opened a bakery in town to launder Romeo's money.

And we went from being whores walking on thin ice to bakers.

From working at night

to enjoying the sun with a mojito in a hammock.

From living locked up

to sailing on the open sea.

And from there,

it's just a thin line before you... fall in love with your diving instructor.

How are you, Gina? Any better?

No, I'm not.

Don't worry. It's normal to feel seasick when you're not used to sailing.

- You'll see, it'll pass in no time. - No, I don't think this will pass.

It's because I'm pregnant, five months pregnant.

Mm, well, you do know you can't dive if... you're pregnant, yeah?

Yeah, I know. There are a lot of things you can't do when you're pregnant.

I mean, you shouldn't be buried under a block of cement.

Uh... Mm...

Well, I guess, um... Get some rest, yeah?

Toni, are you okay?

What's wrong?

Well, I thought... You see, I thought we were flirting.

I didn't know you were expecting a baby, so you must have a boyfriend or a husband.

I'm sorry about that.

No, but I don't have anyone.

Huh.

Is... one of them the mother?

Or both?

Well, if you want to see it that way, sure, they are.

Let's just say that there was a father,

but he's no longer in our lives. He's in the past. So...

Well, I'm also coming out of a relationship that's way in the past.

- Tell me more. - No, no, I'd bore you. No way, no.

No, no, really, you won't. I love stories. Come here.

- Come on. - Hmm. Okay.

So I got married when I was 30.

And I thought I'd found the love of my life.

I met her one night. I asked her, "Do you wanna come to Almería with me?"

That's so romantic.

Well, she said yes, unexpectedly, and she went.

I think it was the only time I saw that excitement in her eyes.

Why? What went wrong?

I was in love with her like... uh, well, like a puppy.

I was always proposing things,

and she said yes, and she came, but not wholeheartedly.

And I thought, "She must be enjoying herself."

"She's happy, but she's Basque and expresses it differently."

Well, no.

That wasn't it. She just wasn't in love.

Hmm.

Well, I've also had love stories that are...

They're not happy, or nice, or anything to write home about.

And I've tried, yeah?

I've tried so many different ways, but...

As you can see,

I ended up being a single mom.

I believe you don't have to try when you're in love,

when you're with the right person.

Okay.

Okay.

It wasn't surprising that Gina fell in love.

But seeing that you can delete where you come from and look forward,

Wendy decided to take a leap of faith as well.

With the girl at the gas station.

She started going there more often just to see her...

which meant she had to use her gas up faster,

by riding her bike all over town.

Can I help you?

But that started taking too long.

So she opted for another way that was much faster.

- How are you? Good? - Good, yeah. Great.

- I like this look. - Braids.

Until one day, after 175 liters of 95-octane gas,

Wendy went for it.

So, do you want me to ask you what time you finish work?

What for?

Well... to pick you up and take you on a ride on my motorcycle.

I have someone.

What?

I once thought cassette tapes were forever.

- And look. - Hmm. Yeah.

Hey.

I'm off at seven.

Well, so, do you like it here?

There's not too many people.

But it's nice. Mm-hmm.

Are you worried about being seen with me?

Um, well,

I have a girlfriend, and I don't want her to worry for no reason.

People talk too much.

I only invited you for a motorcycle ride to get to know each other.

- I don't have many friends, you know? - Sure. Um, cool. So, I don't know, what...?

- What do you wanna know about me? - Hmm. I don't know. Nothing specific.

What's your daily life?

Mm, okay. So, let's see, mm...

On Tuesdays, I have to be on the lookout because that's when the tanker comes.

So I need to make sure no one parks where the hatches are.

There are 20,000 liters in the tanker.

And there's always some smart-ass who parks there.

Then I also have to check the water in the buckets

to clean the cars' windshields.

Uh, because if I don't, they always tell me,

"Girl, there's no water over here."

And I hate being called "girl."

But, well, the most important thing

is when I spend time thinking about what to do on my days off.

Because if I save some days, I can go to Madrid.

Because doing stuff here is basic.

Might be boring, but...

really nice.

Hmm.

And you? What...? What plans do you have?

I got none.

I left them.

I tossed all plans.

Why?

I had a girlfriend...

and when she was gone...

I thought that the plans

were the reason she left me.

Because sometimes plans can give you trouble.

And then it's... It becomes difficult.

But that's a lie.

The plans are not to blame.

Sometimes,

the illusion and...

and all the excitement

to get what you want makes you...

take shortcuts.

How about now?

Now I'm slowing down.

Now I think I can wait for things.

Mm.

I also tried to have plans.

To be happy to the best of my ability and leave the past behind.

But every day,

when the night came,

the nightmares started.

Every time I got in bed, the reality caved in on itself.

I felt as if my lungs were collapsing and the atmosphere weighed 100 tons.

My chest sank as if I wanted to go through the mattress.

I couldn't breathe.