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WHEN NO ONE SEES US

Put your heart into it.

Very nice. That's how I like to carry the Mother of God.

MORÓN DE LA FRONTERA MARCH 22, 2024

Don't take bigger steps. Slowly.

Straight ahead.

Let's show our love for Her.

Go forward slightly there.

There, that's how I like it. Slowly.

We're taking Her.

Let's show our love for Her.

Like that, straight ahead.

Go slowly.

We're stopping here, okay?

What are you doing? Stop that, you psycho!

Hey!

CHAPTER 1 PALM SUNDAY

WARNING MILITARY AREA

US AIR FORCE

Afternoon, ma'am. Sgt. Andrew Taylor, head of security on the base.

Lt. Castillo, Office of Special Investigations.

A pleasure.

MILITARY POLICE

-I'll pick you up in a couple of hours. -Thank you, Sergeant.

What have you done? Give me that.

-It was an accident. -I should hope so.

I told you to help her with breakfast. She's confused in the morning.

That's not true.

-She shouldn't be up so early. -Wrong.

You get up late. Remember you have to study.

I'm running late. I'll be home for lunch.

We carry His burden.

Align the left side with the street.

Just like that.

A little more to the right.

To the right, forward slowly.

The walk of kindness.

Yes, sir.

You are with Him!

Walking with the Lord, walking with Him. So elegant.

Give your all to Our Lord of Morón,

and to those who require the kindness of Christ.

Carry Him, brave men!

That's it.

Put it down here.

Stop.

Nail those stilts into the ground.

Corporal Martín, what's up?

Come and see this, Sergeant. A suicide.

What?

They requested the Judicial because its unprecedented.

Unprecedented? What do you mean?

-What's this about, Corporal? -It's very strange. We need you here.

Antonio Jiménez, 38 years old.

-This is his home? -Correct.

-Who reported it? -The cleaning lady.

She came in this morning and found the scene.

Who's she?

-I had to bring her. -Where's Cardona?

She hurt her back carrying a float.

Fucking passion of the brotherhood...

Olarte.

-It's been a while. -What are you doing here?

I guess we all have to pitch in.

How long has he been dead?

About 36 hours. Roughly since Friday afternoon.

-Let's see what we've got. -It's heavy stuff, eh?

Fuck!

There's little doubt about the cause of death.

-We'll know more after the autopsy. -Had you seen this before?

In movies. He performed a textbook hara-kiri.

How long do you think it took him to die?

If he did it right, a few hours.

What a fucked-up way to kill yourself.

Is there a way that isn't?

CIVIL GUARD

-Your first dead body? -Yes, Sergeant.

-Did you apply for your duty assignment? -Yes, last month.

-Shall we take the computer and cellphone? -No need to just yet.

Come with me, we'll go back to the barracks.

Lt. Col. Hoopen will see you now, ma'am.

-Good morning, sir. I'm Lt. Castillo. -Lieutenant.

-How was your flight? -All good.

-Thank you, sir. -Good.

Please have a seat.

I'm curious. Why would they send someone from the OSI for this?

Sgt. Miles Johnson is a cybersecurity expert.

When someone in a sensitive position goes missing, it's a concern.

Do they think he deserted?

That's what I'm here to find out.

We don't want another Snowden or Manning.

I see.

Here you'll find all the steps that our security forces have taken so far.

Sgt. Johnson left base on the morning of March 20th,

at the end of his shift, and we haven't heard from him since.

-Did he take his own vehicle? -Yes.

A car with Spanish plates. We didn't find it either.

-It's all in the report. -And his phone?

Signal shows he connected to the base network that same morning.

The next day goes dead.

It could still be traceable.

I assume the Spanish police are up to speed on this.

When he didn't return, we notified the Guardia Civil... the Civil Guard.

Little guys in green.

They're looking into it, supposedly. But don't get your hopes up.

They've got their own problems

and won't lose much sleep over a missing American airman.

I'll start my investigation now.

I need the log of Johnson's movements on and off base for the past five months.

I'll talk to his colleagues. And I'll need a car.

That won't be necessary.

Sgt. Taylor will escort you. Security reasons.

That's fine. I need access to Johnson's apartment.

By all means. Need anything else?

Not right now. I'll let you know if I do.

I trust you will.

With your permission...

Keep me informed.

Of course, sir.

This block is designated for NCOs.

-Is this Johnson's only residence? -That we know of.

Thank you.

Is there anywhere else he might keep his belongings?

I'm done, thank you.

-Better? -Yes.

I hadn't been out of the office yet.

Why did you apply for an assignment in the Judicial?

Because I want to learn.

I guess that's a reason.

-Take care of that. -Yes, Sergeant.

Don't worry, Your Honor. I have mine here.

As you wish.

And don't call me "Your Honor." I'm not a judge. Lucía.

-Lucía. -That's better.

What was your relationship with Antonio Jiménez?

I took care of his house.

I tidied up, did the cleaning...

And the food. I cooked his meals for the whole week.

-How long have you worked there? -For a long time now.

I started working at the house

when Antonio's father was still alive.

Then I stayed on with the lady of the house,

and I saw that little boy grow up.

What was Antonio like?

A very good man. So good...

That poor boy.

He had his quirks, same as everyone.

He wasn't completely normal.

There was a classroom in his house. Did he teach?

Yes, he gave private lessons to kids.

And on the weekends, he also taught them...

Self-defense, he called it.

The kids were from poor families and he was very generous.

He barely charged them.

Tell me about his taste for Japanese culture.

That house is a museum.

He used to travel, sometimes to Japan.

Which is expensive.

And he'd bring things back.

Did you notice any strange behavior lately?

The other day, I heard him crying in his room.

You heard him? So you didn't see him.

I heard him, he was in his room and it was dark.

-I didn't dare go in. -When was that exactly?

Well, it was probably... Friday, I think.

Friday around noon, I believe.

Thank you, Rogelia. You'll be shown out.

This way.

Well, Víctor?

We got the saliva tests for the two crazy guys from Friday.

-Salvador Luque and Francisco Chacón. -What had they taken?

A variation of the drug tusi.

Pink coke. Other than coke, it had everything:

LSD, MDMA, ketamine, meth

and a substance the lab hasn't confirmed yet, probably opioids.

-Quite a cocktail. -Sergeant?

I'd like to take this case.

What case, Víctor?

Two guys got wasted and lost it, that's all.

There's a new drug in town that we have no record of.

There could be more to it.

All right.

-Enjoy your food. -Sorry.

With my slump before, I needed refueling.

Better now? Give me a summary.

Jiménez lived alone and was single.

His family owned a flour factory and several properties.

Lofts, apartments... No siblings.

He lost his dad as a kid, his mom two years ago.

-And he inherited it all. -And sold it.

Minus the house. He invested the rest overseas.

-Sounds like his life was sorted. -But he was still teaching.

Maybe he was bored, I don't know.

Lucky him. Anything else?

Yes, I found this medication when I was taking photos.

It's an anti-anxiety pill. A recent prescription.

Take off your uniform, you're in the Judicial.

Yes!

-Airman Williams reporting, ma'am. -Take a seat.

So, you were transferred here with Sgt. Johnson?

Yes. We were both in Ramstein for a couple of years,

then we got posted in Morón as systems administrators.

No, we met here on base.

He's your supervisor now.

Yes, ma'am.

Do you get along with him on a personal level?

Sgt. Johnson pretty much keeps to himself.

You can be frank with me.

He's a jerk, isn't he?

Let's just say he isn't very friendly.

Does he have any friends on base?

I'm not the only one who think he's a jerk.

I've heard some things about him.

I'd say he's pretty arrogant.

Arrogant?

He thinks he's better than everyone else. He doesn't get along with anyone.

Do you ever see him off-base?

In a bar, maybe. But not often.

In a bar here in Morón?

On his own?

Last time I saw him, I think he was with another guy.

American or Spanish?

It was really busy and I didn't pay much attention.

That's too bad.

Okay, I'm done. I'll let you know if I need anything else.

Yes, ma'am.

Good morning, ma'am. Airman Wilson.

-Take a seat. -Yes, ma'am.

Relax. This isn't a court-martial.

Elena.

-Lucía. It's been a while. -Yes.

Listen. On Wednesday night,

you saw one Antonio Jiménez at the hospital. Correct?

We found a prescription for Alprazolam written by you.

Yes, I prescribed it.

May I ask why?

Is there an investigation? I'm bound by confidentiality.

There is. Jiménez committed suicide.

Some days ago, he came to the ER with a panic attack.

-Was it the first time? -There's nothing in his medical records.

We followed protocol for his treatment.

Maybe a bit more intense, he was in bad shape.

He was hyperventilating, breathless and dizzy. He even lost consciousness.

Right. And did he tell you what was causing it?

No. It was like he was talking to ghosts, you know?

Hallucinations are common in cases of severe distress.

Suicidal people sometimes have these conditions before taking their own life.

Sometimes they're symptoms of a latent mental illness

that we're unable to predict... or understand, at times.

He spent the night in the hospital. We discharged him in the morning.

-Thanks. -Thank you, Lucía.

Lucía.

I saw your girl the other day.

She's a blend of you both.

A much improved blend, for sure.

Goodbye, Elena.

Can we speak for a moment?

Of course. How can I help?

-Well-- -We heard the Friday of Sorrows thing

is linked to the use of certain substances.

I just found out, but half of Morón already knows.

You know what they say: "Small town, big trouble."

A bearer and a musician, high and losing it in a procession, is unpleasant.

I couldn't agree more.

Rumor has it that the incident on San Sebastián Street

was sinister, to say the least.

-You also know about that. -And we're very worried.

The big week in Morón has just begun and these sad events may scare people.

I'm not the one you need.

Go to the local police or the Civil Guard for Public Safety.

-Ask for Lt. Canales. -We already have.

And we spoke to the local police chief. Only you were missing.

No problem, we'll cooperate fully. Is that good enough?

That's all we needed to hear.

If you'll excuse me...

May I come in?

Corporal Víctor Martín.

From the Civil Guard.

Look at the poor man. It has to be now?

Don't worry, it's just a few quick questions.

Salvador, how are your eyes?

-Better. -Glad to hear it.

-I need an answer from you. -What?

-Who sold you the drugs? -I don't take drugs, officer.

Your saliva says otherwise.

They performed a toxicology test.

It's about not letting this happen again. I'm not sure you understand.

It was sunstroke, or something I ate.

Those wouldn't make your eyes bleed.

I saw the Nazarenes ascending to Heaven.

He had a vision of divinity.

Hello?

-Didn't you hear me say hello? -Hello.

Why are you in pajamas?

So what? I'm grounded.

-Are you studying? -I am.

-You're on your phone. -I'm taking a break.

-Where's Grandma? -Taking a nap.

Look at me when I'm talking to you.

How long have you been stationed in Spain, Sergeant?

Since November, ma'am.

-Only four months? -In three days, it'll be five.

How's this country treating you?

I don't get out much.

You should.

I've heard people in the South are very friendly.

So they say.

Have you collaborated with the Civil Guard?

I know who they are, but haven't had the chance to work with them.

They have a reputation for being pretty dogged.

That's a good omen.

Well, Víctor?

-Did you speak to Salvador Luque? -It wasn't very productive.

He's half blind and says he took no drugs.

-Sure. Same with the drummer. -I'll pay him a visit as soon as I can.

Don't get carried away, you hear?

You got changed quickly, eh?

An advantage of living in the barracks.

If you say so.

What have we got?

Meet the other Antonio Jiménez, AKA Shedo.

That's him?

He may have been unknown, but he had a very active online presence.

He was an expert on medieval Japan, Bushido and the samurai.

-What does "Shedo" mean? -Shadow.

Good job.

Good job, it's well set up.

Don't rush.

Let's drag it out a bit.

Good job.

A bit lower.

Okay.

A bit lower, gentlemen.

A bit lower.

Good job.

CIVIL GUARD BARRACKS ALL FOR THE HOMELAND

-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.

I'd like to see Sgt. Lucía Gutiérrez.

Come in.

-Yes? -You have a visitor, Sergeant.

I'm Lt. Magaly Castillo,

from the Office of Investigations of the US Air Force.

Forgive the intrusion.

Is this a bad time?

-Not at all. -Thank you.

Wait here.

You're Sgt. Gutiérrez?

Lucía. Nice to meet you. Please take a seat.

Do you recognize him? Sgt. Miles Johnson.

-The soldier who vanished some days ago. -Four days ago.

We sent his details to the National Missing Persons Center,

the National Police, and other Civil Guard barracks in the country.

Have you tracked his cellphone?

You need a warrant for that.

When will you request it?

Is there a clear sign that he disappeared against his will?

Does anything indicate he was murdered?

-Was he involved in a crime? -Not that I know of.

Seems a little soon to invade his privacy.

-I understand this is standard procedure. -Correct.

It's how we do things here.

I don't doubt the efficiency of your methods.

We don't want to pressure you. We're asking for cooperation.

Anything else we can do for you?

We're retracing Sgt. Johnson's steps

since the morning of March 20, when he left the base.

We'll need all the information you were able to gather.

No problem.

-Anything else? -Yes.

We could also use someone who knows the area,

and how to deal with the locals.

Someone like you.

I'm not from here.

And I haven't won over many people so far.

I'm in the same boat.

Move! Let's go.

Maca?

Coming.

You'll lose your appetite.

-Everything okay? -Fine.

When you peck like a chicken, something's bothering you.

-No. I'm just hungry. -Then set the table.

It's almost done.

-I was talking to my sister. -And?

She says Hipólito's worried.

The work is behind schedule and he wants to talk to you.

Well, he knows where to find me.

The day after tomorrow, we can go and see how everything's going.

I can't.

Why not?

We're doing an inventory. Tons of paperwork.

Okay, then I'll go on my own.

Can't we postpone it?

We already postponed it last week.

I don't know what to tell you. I got a lot of work.

This was going to be our priority, remember?

And it is.

Not for you, obviously.

-And if this isn't important to you-- -Maca!

This happened to my mother--

What are you saying?

I don't want you to be a weekend dad, okay?

Okay.

I'll go with you.

-You're just saying that to shut me up. -No, it's because you're right.

And because I'm hungry.

What part of "you can't go out" don't you understand?

We know you failed Spanish, but it's a simple sentence.

-Leave her, she's at that age. -Stay out of it.

-Don't talk to Grandma like that. -Answer me.

I wanted ice cream. I studied all afternoon, Grandma knows.

It's true. She studied all afternoon.

-Have you been drinking? -Me? I don't like it.

-I can smell it from here. -Goddamn sniffer dog.

Don't lecture me. Fuck!

-You go out drinking at night, not me. -That's true as well.

-Good evening, Sergeant. -Good evening, maestro.

Mineral water, right?

Do you know what kintsugi is?

Sure I do. Sake and soda, or something.

It's a technique for fixing cracks in ceramics, with gold thread.

The Japanese believe that cracks

should be displayed, not covered up.

They're beautiful and add value to an object.

Got any gold thread for me?

I have a bullfighter suit.

I'm sure I can help you out.

I knew it.

Hello?

Okay, first thing tomorrow.

-Your daughter? -No. A guy is missing.

Good night, then, Sergeant.

Good night, maestro.

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