Nothing Personal (A la cara)

Everyone has the right to a fair trial

and legal representation

regardless of the circumstances.

What exactly are your client's circumstances, according to you?

Not according to me. According to the law.

Circumstances are factors affecting an individual

when a crime is committed.

Right, right. I'm asking about his specific case.

If I wanted a definition, I'd use a dictionary,

and you wouldn't be here, Mr Tabado.

Can you answer the question?

In my particular case, I can't answer because...

we're at a delicate moment in the case,

and I can't anticipate anything that might...

It's a much simpler question, please, Mr Tabado.

It's a much simpler question.

In your opinion, do the circumstances

reduce the severity of this type of crime?

-Yes, they do. -I see.

So for example, if someone was abused as a child,

it justifies them going around raping over and over again.

Perhaps, we should investigate, find evidence, as I say...

Perhaps...

I doubt you have ever put yourself in the victims' shoes.

Not once. Not even close.

-I wouldn't say so otherwise. -Now you know all about me, correct?

You know all about my life?

No, no. You're avoiding the question.

HER DAUGHTER IN HOSPITAL AND SHE'S LECTURING

I COULDN'T GO TO WORK LIKE NOTHING WAS WRONG

FRAUD, TWO WEEKS WITHOUT VISITING HER DAUHTER

NOTHING PERSONAL

Sorry about the mess.

I got in late from work yesterday

so I haven't had time to tidy up.

Well, this is it.

It's very bright

because it faces south

and the sun comes in all day.

So yeah...

The mattress is new.

One thing. Are the 400 euros negotiable?

No, sorry.

Plus utilities.

I see.

Well, I had something cheaper in mind.

I see.

Come on, Jesús.

Look forwards. That's it.

The ball will tempt you.

Feet together. Feet and shoulders same width.

How? Like this?

Weddings are good news.

Good news?

Weddings are fines, Emilio.

I've got three weddings this month.

200 euros each wedding.

Plus the train, the hotel, add it all up.

Well, I've got one. In Maracay.

-Where's that? -In Colombia.

Venezuela.

No, mine's here. A simple courthouse wedding.

Good. That's much better than 500km away in your town

in a 12th-century chapel and all that trouble.

It's for the kids because if it were up to me...

No way.

So if I have to sign a paper, I'll sign it.

Do you have a suit?

Of course. This afternoon is my last fitting.

With a waistcoat and all.

Marina Ochoa is still at the Virgen de la Salud hospital.

Our colleague visited her this morning.

BREAKING NEWS LINA GALLEGO'S DAUGHTER

According to a source at the centre,

Lina and her husband are said to have had a heated argument

in front of medical staff and several patients.

SOURCE STATES SHE MAY HAVE BEEN IN A COMA FOR TWO MONTHS

-Lina, how are you? -Will you be back tomorrow?

How are you feeling?

I chose it. The font and all.

Vero's family got a different one.

A bland beige one.

Listen, Emilio...

I think I can't go.

Don't be shitting me, Pedro. You have to come to my wedding.

Is it because of Sara and your daughter?

Technically I'm not your family anymore.

Not Vero's or yours.

They know that you're invited.

I have no business there.

Why do you do that to yourself?

I get you not wanting to see my sister.

But that... I don't get it.

-Not wanting to see your daughter. -It's not that I don't want to see her.

It seems like it.

-Well, it's not that. -Or what my sister says.

It's not that.

They saw you at the shop the other day.

You could have said hi.

-Your street's still cut off? -Yes.

Drop me off here.

See you tomorrow.

Hello?

We just spoke on the phone.

I'm here to see the room.

May I come in?

He's harmless.

Oki, go, go!

Go, come on!

He's harmless.

I want to see the house first.

It was my mother's room. She died a year ago.

Do you like boats?

I collect them.

Well, they were my father's.

What's your name?

Your real name. What is it?

Pedro.

So this is the place?

Where you spend the day spewing the shit inside you, Pedro?

It isn't just me. There are more

I know it isn't just you.

You're the only one dumb enough to post that you're renting a room.

Have you nothing to say?

You seem more talkative on your profile.

Tell me.

Tell me what you wrote.

But here, now.

In front of me.

I can only say I'm sorry.

As you might imagine, I don't give a shit that you're sorry.

I'm not leaving until you say it to me.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Go on.

Say it to me.

And that's that.

I'll go, it'll be over. That's all I want.

I can't. I don't remember what I wrote.

You don't remember?

No, I don't remember.

Listen, I can delete the comment.

I won't bother you again, I promise.

@Alge68. That's you, isn't it, Pedro?

I don't think that.

Really, I don't think it.

I don't know why I put it. It's nonsense.

Nonsense?

Have you got so little shame as to say this is nonsense?

Maybe this is normal to people like you.

You don't know me.

And do you know me? What do you know about me?

That I have a fucking TV program? That's all you know?

Well, I know more.

More than you know about me, I mean.

-Right. -Well, everyone knows.

And so you allow yourself the luxury of judging me?

Of insulting me?

Of threatening me?

What's your job?

I do maintenance at a golf course.

And your wife? Are you married or something?

We're separated.

Do you have children?

A daughter, but why are you asking me all this?

Because you're right.

You know about me, I know nothing about you.

If I don't post something brutal like that,

they don't read me.

Who?

I don't know, people on the internet.

Go on.

Say it and I'm off.

Why?

What do you care? Because I want to.

Whatever. Just say it.

I could sue you.

I have the best lawyers, you know?

Say it.

"You deserve what happened to you.

I hope..."

I can't, please.

-Go on. -Please...

Go on!

"You deserve what happened to you.

I hope you kill yourself too...

fucking bitch.

If you want, I can help."

Would you?

What?

Help me.

YOU DESERVE WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU. I HOPE YOU KILL YOURSELF. I CAN HELP.

DELETE MESSAGE?

YES

Oki!

Oki!

You shouldn't drive in your state.

I can drive you home.

Or if you give me some family member's number,

I can call and have them pick you up.