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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

This part is called
"the eye" of the hurricane,

which can reach
a diameter of up to 60 kilometers.

The powerful Hurricane Felix is presently
400 kilometers south of the island

and is approaching the Caribbean basin
at 12 kilometers per hour,

and sustained
150 kilometers per hour winds.

The forecast for the coming days
predicts more intensity

and it will be
increasingly more destructive.

Clock radio, 11:10...

I know that asshole's coming.

Let him come.

Let him come!

Let him fucking come, I'm waiting!

Nothing.

"Hurricane, hurricane, I feel you come...

on the wings of suspended winds..."

What are you doing up there, man?

Don't worry, Skinny.

What the hell is going on?

Quit screwing around and get down,
come on.

You'll eat shit if you fall...

Buddy...

You had us worried.
We haven't heard from you in three days.

You brought this all down
on your own, man?

You're talking to a guy
who is about to be a free man.

Free.

So let's toast to freedom.

Did the rum go to your head?
Don't be so mysterious, Conde.

Countrymen...

colleagues...

comrades...

brothers and friends...

I turned in my resignation
to the police three days ago.

How will you make a living?

God will provide...

Here?

How will you get by?

What I'll do doesn't matter.
What matters is I did what I wanted.

Well, at least one of us decided
what we won't do with our lives.

So let's toast.
This deserves a celebration.

Top, bottom, middle...

bottoms up.

-This stuff is too strong.
-Cheap, cheap.

They hit the dude on the head

with a long, circular object,
like a tube...

I'd say he was killed two days ago,

but it's hard to say the time of death

because he spent hours
in really polluted water.

Besides, the fishes

made short work of him.

And to top it off...

Yeah...

They chopped his junk off.

With a really dull blade.

Lucky for him, it was post mortem.

Conde...

My partner, Manolo...

Why the hell don't you
answer your phone, man?

No one told you? I'm not a cop anymore.

So I hope this is just a friendly visit.

Major Rangel says you're still a cop.
He didn't sign your resignation...

Conde...

things are getting hot.
It could explode any time now.

What the hell do I have to do with it?

I don't know, but it looks like
the major is in a bind, too.

POLICE STATION

What did you think?

I don't know for how long,
but I'm still the boss...

-and you're still a cop.
-Okay, boss.

The name Miguel Forcade Mier ring a bell?

A long time ago, he was

Provincial Management's
Deputy Chief of Expropriated Assets.

Expropriated Assets...

The ones who took everything
that traitors left behind in Cuba?

Right.

Then, he became National Assistant Manager
of Planning and Economy,

until he flew the coop
on one of his trips.

Do we know why the rooster deserted?

There was talk of irregularities
at the Ministry,

but nothing to justify his escape.

Such a long swim...

And he ends up dying in Havana.

-He lived in Miami?
-Yeah.

Yes, but he kept a low profile.

He never made statements
against the government...

But watch yourself, Conde.

Forcade was already an American citizen.

This could become a scandal,
a goddamn scandal.

Boss, you give me the case,
and you're already telling me--

Hey, don't get all riled up.

It's not good for you.

I mean, if you want to resign.

Tell me something, old man.

Didn't you work at that shithole,
Expropriated Assets?

A million years ago.

Solve this case for me, Conde.

Just this one.

And I promise I'll accept
your damn resignation.

The bourgeois weren't dumb.

Looks like Miguel Forcade wasn't either.

You have a beautiful yard, ma'am.

It is. My husband, Alfonso,
took care of it.

He's a botanist.

But now he's weak,
and he doesn't want anyone to touch it.

Who is it, Caruca?

This is Miriam,

my daughter-in-law. And he's--

Adrián Riverón, a family friend.

Nice to meet you.

A pleasure, ma'am.

We're investigating
what happened to your husband,

and we're interested to know--

Are you really interested?

Miriam...

I know it's a bad time for you.

I only know Miguel was killed here,

in Cuba.

Because they had it out for him
since he left.

That's why we're here.

To find out who...

What happened.

We need help from all of you.

When was the last time you saw Forcade?

He said he wanted to go out in Havana,

he'd been inside all day,

but on Thursday, he left around 5:00
in Fermín's car, Miriam's brother.

Was he alone?

Yes, Miriam was at her sister's
in Miramar.

Anyone who wanted revenge for something
that happened before Miguel left Cuba?

No, I don't know.
Miguel knew a lot of people but...

he didn't take anything with him
from Cuba,

and he wasn't involved
with anything over there.

He wasn't interested in coming.

He came because his father
is in a bad way.

But Miguel was afraid
that they would do something to him.

He knew they hadn't forgotten him.

Miriam.

Please, forgive her.

There's nothing to forgive. Miriam...

like you just said,

your husband didn't come to Havana
for tourism.

We'd like to know something.

Who did he see Thursday evening?

I think he went to see Gómez de la Peña.

Do you know Gerardo Gómez de la Peña?

Manolo, the whole country knows him.

The thing is, you're really young.

He's the guy who said that thanks to
the production miracle of planning...

Get this...

...the production miracle of planning,

in just a few years

we'd create growth
and even get rid of our food subsidy.

And what happened?

Not a damn thing.

And when it all failed,
the dude went south.

So you can take it up
with Gómez de la Peña

why we're still underdeveloped.

Well, I was his mentor at
Planning and Economy Management,

so he came to apologize

for leaving me in such a tough spot
when he left Cuba.

-He say why he didn't return to Cuba?
-No.

We didn't discuss those details.

What do you think of the painting?
I think you like it.

Yeah, it's got something...

It looks like a copy of Cezanne,
but I don't know the original.

That painting is no copy,

it is the original.

A Matisse.

A Matisse.

If it's a Matisse, how much could it cost?

Let's say around three million.

Three million?

Three million would make it worth it
to come back to Cuba.

It would be worth it.

But I can assure you that

things much more valuable than this canvas
passed through Forcade's hands.

When I worked
at the Urban Reform Institute,

I was in charge of distributing houses
from traitors who left the country.

One day I went to a mansion in Miramar

and there were some true jewels there.

A Goya, a Murillo,

several lesser Impressionist pieces,

and that painting.

And Forcade
worked with Expropriated Assets.

Yeah. But they thought
the Matisse was a copy.

An expert certified that it was false,

and they sold it to me, right there,
for five hundred pesos.

So in thanks,

you assigned Forcade that little palace.

Just like I'm sure
you assigned yourself this house.

I call it, Lieutenant,

reward for sacrifice and struggle.

That guy is fucking shameless.

I can't handle these guys, Manolo.

I wish he was the murderer so we could
put him away for a thousand years.

You think Forcade came to get
the picture back from Gómez de la Peña?

It's possible.
The painting, or anything else of value.

Now,

do you think Gómez de la Peña
could bash his head in with a pipe?

You know what, Manolo?

I hope the cyclone takes out
all these bastards for good.

Manolo, we have to find

what made Miguel Forcade
come back to Cuba,

and unravel it from there.

Call Friguens and see
if we can pay him a visit.

Who?

Juan Emilio Friguens
knows more about art than anyone in Cuba,

as well as possible markets.

We've been friends for years. Here.

Besides...

Besides, what?

We need to know who Forcade went to see

after seeing Gómez de la Peña.

Maybe Miriam can help us.

Conde, I saw how you looked at that woman.

You looking for trouble?

What trouble, Manolo?

As if I didn't know you.

It's true, the blondie is hot--

But I have a feeling the blondie
isn't really blonde,

and she knows a lot more than she lets on.

Like what her husband
was looking for in Cuba.

Why don't you want to celebrate
your birthday at my house?

I'm not interested, and that's it.
There's nothing to celebrate.

What'll Jose think
about the gang of drunks in here?

But it was her idea.

Because your mom is nuts.

She must be...
to put up with us for so long!

I'll spread the word to everyone.

The only problem is that Candito the Red

became an Adventist

and those people hate alcohol.

Candito's an Adventist?
Did he go crazy, too?

They can't go to parties or anything?

I don't know, Seventh Day Adventists.

I don't know what the hell
happens on the Seventh Day.

And thanks to the Lord,

I'm here with you.

Amen!

-Who lives?
-Christ!

-To his name!
-Glory!

Who will we worship tonight?

The Lord, in his glory!

Glory to God, hallelujah,
we are very grateful,

for hearing your testimony, Candito.

It's wonderful to hear
what Jesus has done in your lives.

Candito, you may take a seat.

It's okay, Candito, we hear you.

If the Lord is my light

And my salvation

If the Lord is my light

And my salvation

If the Lord is my light

And my salvation

Candito's had a brain meltdown!

Who can make me tremble?

If the Lord is my light

And my salvation

If the Lord is my light

And my salvation

Whom shall I fear

Who can make me tremble?

My brother...

How the hell did you become an Adventist

when you went to mass on Sundays

and when you had a problem

you rushed off to see some quack?

Let him believe whatever he wants.

You're gonna explain,
right here, right now,

what you're doing in a temple
where you can't get laid?

Say something
about this waste of time, Cuqui.

Leave me out of it, I'm not involved.

Besides, they don't let you swear.

Or go to your friend's birthday
and have a few drinks.

I shouldn't,

but yes, I'm going to Conde's birthday,

and I might even have a drink.

Why you talking so funny?

-He must be in a trance.
-Man.

In the temple, I feel good.

Singing and clapping?

Singing and clapping for people
who believe in what they say.

People who speak of love, of hope,

of salvation, of forgiveness...

I hear you, my brother.

I know what it's like
to need to fill that hole.

That's it, Red.

I'm happy for you. I wish I could change.

It seems impossible to love and forgive

the two million bastards that I know.

Amen.

May the Lord forgive you, truly.

Cuqui, no coffee for me.

Hurricane Felix continues
to approach the island

at a speed of 15 kilometers per hour

with 160 kilometers per hour winds.

This is a common atmospheric phenomenon
in the Atlantic and the Caribbean

during this season of the year,

formed by low-pressure systems

with the wind spinning around the center
at high speeds.

Clock Radio.

7:33...

Come and get us, you bastard.
Let's see if anything changes.

Quit fucking around.

If you only knew, Conde,

I lost track of that Matisse 40 years ago.

It's called Autumn Landscape.

I calculate

it must be worth around

four or five million dollars.

That much?

Holy shit!

Can you imagine me, not with four,
just one little million?

My boy.

That is a rare painting,

one of the last
from Matisse's post-Impressionist period.

Gómez de la Peña said that at the house
where they found the Matisse,

there were more impressionist paintings,
and even a Goya.

Hold on.
There were only three Goyas in Cuba.

And if it was in Miramar,

it had to be García Abreu's house.

That house was a gold mine.

Manolo, we need to find out more
about Miriam.

Conde, you're looking for trouble...

Cut the crap and take me downtown.

Hello.

Hi, how are you?

I was in the neighborhood.

And since you've known Miriam for a while,

I thought you'd be the guy
to tell me about the family.

Right.

Let's go somewhere else
and ditch this joint.

Miriam's father is one of those leaders
with a history.

He's been running
all kinds of things for 40 years,

always badly,

but he always lands on his feet.

Yeah, I know those histories.

Fermín and Miriam are children
from his second marriage.

He's on his fourth or fifth now...

and every time he gets divorced,
he leaves the house to the wife.

You know why?

Because he knows he'll get a new house
for the new wife.

Exactly.

One day, Miriam's father went to visit
his children with Miguel Forcade.

Miguel fell hard for Miriam.

They almost forced her to marry him.

What's Fermín's story?

Fermín hardly got
his architectural degree,

but Forcade got him a good job.

Like always.

Where do you fit into the story?

Fermín and I were on the same
rowing team in college.

Miriam and I met at a tournament.

Then we started dating...

kid stuff...

If there are no more questions,
Lieutenant, I have to get back to work.

You know, Lieutenant?

Instead of investigating Miriam,
who's more like a puppet,

and Fermín, who's just a poor bastard,

you should get to know
Miguel Forcade a little better.

That guy was a demon.

And there were a lot of people in Cuba
who were interested in...

making him pay.

Please, excuse me.

Hi.

I haven't done this for years.

Going up and down the Rampa...

I used to come on Saturday nights,

with my buddies from school.

That age when you still think
you'll own the world.

Sometimes a street means a lot,

or you think it does.

That's why the first thing
I said to Miguel

when I got off the plane in Miami

was to take me to Calle 8.

I imagined the whole street like a party,
all day long.

A museum housing the good and the bad
from the Cuba before '59.

A fun place.

With a café on every corner,
boleros playing in every bar...

And it isn't?

It's a rip-off.

Calle 8 was a lifeless avenue,
there was hardly anyone on the sidewalk.

A street conjured up
with the nostalgia of Cubans

who live in Miami.

Like the Rampa,
it's not even close to what it was.

Gómez de la Peña said that

before leaving his house,
Forcade said he had to see

a family member about something important.

A family member?

I don't know anything about that.

The Chevrolet Miguel was driving
the day he was killed

belonged to your brother, Fermín, right?

You can't be thinking that Fermín...

Keep him out of this.

Why are you always so defensive?

You just don't get it, do you?

What the hell will I do with my life
once I get back to Miami?

Manolo,

listen carefully.

Find out everything you can

on Miriam's brother,

Fermín Bodes.

And talk to Immigration,

use any excuse
to keep Miriam from leaving.

Okay, okay. See you.

Yes, Fermín Bodes.

Bodes, with a B.

A car from 1958...

What happened with Immigration?

Damn it, but I...

Yeah, I'm listening.

Okay.

Hang on a second.

Sweetheart. Vilma.

What's up?

I'm quitting the force right now.

It was your bright idea to look
for the Expropriated Assets inventory.

Manolo, not all my bright ideas
are worth listening to.

The dude's got some nerve...

The bastard always
does the same thing to me.

-How much is your rum?
-Two pesos, Poppa.

Don't call me Poppa, I'm not that old.

Give me one, served the right way.

Here's an extra, on the house.

Looks like you need it.

Yeah, I really need it.

I'll have what this guy's having.

What's wrong, Lieutenant Conde?

-You don't say hi to your colleagues?
-Ex-colleague.

That was bullshit.

-I wasn't involved.
-Yeah? Why'd you get kicked out?

That doesn't matter.

They're saying they're going to
rat out your pal Rangel, too.

Fabricio, don't you dare mention
Rangel's name with your filthy mouth.

You're all bastards,
and you're going to pay the price.

Rangel, who acts all innocent,

covering up all of Cicerón's shit...

Contraband and smuggling dollars...

Look, Fabricio...

after all, it's been
a pleasure talking with you.

I'm glad to see how fucked you are

and it's nice to know how

asshole cops like you end up.

And if you weren't so drunk...

What, man, what?

What you going to do?

Who'll save you when they fry Rangel?

Thanks, Poppa.

Be careful with this guy.

You heard him.

When he was a cop,
he loved blackmailing people like you.

Hope your ass
is ready to get kicked, Conde.

You and your boss.

You can't even imagine all the stuff
I said about that old fucker.

Son of a bitch!

-You hit me!
-I'll fuck you up!

Bastard!

Snitch!

I'll fuck you up!

Okay, that's enough!

I'll destroy you!

This isn't over!

I'll fuck you up!

-The major?
-He isn't here.

When is he coming back?

I'm not authorized
to give that information.

Why? What's this madness?

Lieutenant Conde, correct?

Come in.

I've been looking forward to meeting you.

Your rep is good as an investigator.
And I've heard stuff about you.

Nice to meet you, Colonel Molina.

Where's the major?
What's going on with him?

I should have started there, Lieutenant.

From now on,
you'll report your case progress to me.

But the major--

Major Rangel and officers
from Headquarters are being prosecuted.

As long as this investigation lasts,
I can't discuss anything with you.

I'm truly sorry.

I know you two got along...

But it is what it is.

That will be all for now.

That will be all, Lieutenant.

Manolo, what the hell's going on here?

I just went by the old man's office, and--

He's accused of blocking
currency smuggling investigations...

and a ton of other stuff.

Fabricio and those other bastards.

Do you know where the old man is?

They said he's on house arrest.

I don't think he can talk to anyone...

Look, Conde,

right after you left the Archives,

I found the file for García Abreu's house,

and the Expropriated Asset inventory.

-Manolo, I have to see the major--
-Let me finish.

This is a copy of the inventory
of the house with the pictures.

Look at the signatures.

What?

Only you and I have seen it.

Miguel Forcade...

and Antonio Rangel.

They screwed me over, Conde.

And what hurts the most

is that I risked my prestige and career

for some of those cops.

Even for Fabricio.

Have they charged you?

For the shit Fabricio made up?

Not yet...

but they say
the investigation isn't over yet,

that a lot of things aren't clear.

Cicerón's shit and Fabricio's complaint
are the hardest part.

Here's some orange tea
with a little sugar.

Thank you, María Luisa.

Be careful, it's hot.

Poor thing. She's taking it hard.

She wants to take care of me.

Says I drink too much coffee.

Don't drink it if you don't want to,

it tastes like shit.

You know I always take your advice.

Tell me how the case is going.

Man, this came up.

That's why I asked you
to solve the case, Conde.

For you to solve it.

I started suspecting
that Forcade was stealing.

I realized they were using me
for their schemes.

I tried to file a complaint,
but no one listened.

Or they didn't want to listen.

And they kicked you out.

They had a good thing going.

Who could know
if a painting was valuable or not?

A specialist would.

And if the specialist said it wasn't,
how was I supposed to know?

Those bastards screwed you over.

And now you're in hot water, old man.

And all this shit with Forcade
isn't exactly helping.

They'll take everything away from me.

Even my birth certificate.

The only way you can help
is by solving the case.

By showing who Miguel Forcade

and Gerardo Gómez de la Peña were.

Don't worry about me, Conde.

My conscience is clear.

Hang in there, I know you'll make it.

Incredible.

Do you still have
the certificates of authenticity?

Of course.

Excuse me.

What do you think?

It's incredible.

You know how I lost track of the Matisse?

I found out that García Abreus
bought it in secret.

The problem is that in '52,

the family patriarch was tied up

in banking fraud, although he came out
unscathed thanks to Batista.

But he didn't want people to know
he bought such an expensive painting.

You know what the man did? He hid it.

Sir.

Here are the endorsements
from Paris and New York.

Now it really is incredible.

The certificates are authentic,

but this painting, gentlemen,

is faker than a three-dollar bill
will Conde's face on it.

Incredible.

Forcade tricked me like a fool.

Just like he did with everyone else.

And is that why you decided to kill him?

The only one saying Forcade went to see
a family member is you.

No one else ever saw him again.

Can't you see it, Lieutenant?

I'd never pass off a false Matisse
for the real thing, ever.

Maybe Forcade came to look for some
other paintings in the house

that were authentic.

A Goya, for instance.

-And you refused to give it to him.
-Yeah?

And where is that Goya?

We're searching your house.

If we don't find the Goya, maybe you
sold it and the money's in Switzerland.

Maybe we'll find proof that Forcade never

left your house alive.

And you think de la Peña is the murderer?

I think he's quite the character.

But we don't have proof.

We're going to have to release him.

We'll keep him under 24-hour watch.

The Foreign Ministry is pressuring me,
demanding results.

Forcade was a U.S. citizen.

Don't worry, Colonel.
I'll get Forcade's murderer.

Colonel...

when is Major Rangel coming back?

Don't underestimate me, Conde.

You went to see Rangel

and I turned a blind eye.

Remember that I can't talk
about that with you.

And about my resignation...

It seems you're forgetting
what's most important.

You're a cop, and I'm your boss.

Lieutenant.

-How are you, Adrián?
-Miriam is here.

I didn't think Miguel
had schemed like that.

He mention anything about the painting?

That one, or any other?

No, never.

What about Cuba?

Did he talk about Cuba?

The things he left behind?

Or what he lost when he left?

One day when we came home
from a party at his boss' house.

He said leaving Cuba
was the biggest mistake of his life.

We had a good life in Miami,

but he didn't have the power he had here.

He was just another employee.

Lately, he said
he was going to go into business,

and it would change his life.

But I don't know
if he came to look for anything.

What about your brother, Fermín?

How can he help us?

You like flowers, Lieutenant?

You're Alfonso Forcade, right?

Miguel's father.

What's left of me, yes. At your service.

You have a beautiful garden.

They said you were a botanist.

I planted most of the trees.

I don't know what will happen
to the plants when I die.

They'll go bad, and die.

In a Marxist manual,
you would be classified

as a materialistic idealist.

Plants are living things, Lieutenant.

That's what my granddad
used to say, Rufino.

Alfonso.

I was told you weren't well,
so I didn't want to bother you.

If you can give us information
to help with the investigation--

How strange.

When I saw Miguel come back to Cuba,

I felt like something bad might happen.

I'm sure he came to look for something.

Alfonso,

all this period furniture,

the Tiffany lamp,

the paintings,

the house itself...

Did you never wonder
how Miguel got all that?

I didn't always agree
with what Miguel did.

Maybe Miguel came to look for something
that cost him his life?

I thought you...

would tell me who killed Miguel.

Not accuse him.

Central to Q17.

Go to the San Miguel de Padrón area.

Copy that. Let's go.

Q17 to Central.

Affirmative. We've found it.

Fermín's car showed up.

Where was it?

On a street in San Miguel del Padrón.

It's being processed,
but it was in crappy shape.

It's going to be tough to find out
if it was Forcade who drove it there...

Or Fermín,

Miriam's brother.

Embezzlement, giving out favors,

falsifying documents

while working
at a central government entity.

He built a huge house
and they seized a motorboat.

When did he get out?

Three months ago.

Three months?

Someone gets out of jail here,

and someone else comes back to Cuba.

What a coincidence.

I'm curious, Fermín,

the motorboat that was
seized ten years ago,

it was for a clandestine trip, right?

I think Fermín wanted
to take a little trip to Florida.

And he had something valuable
that Forcade had given him?

Right.

But things didn't turn out right.

So Forcade had to come find what was his.

As far as I know,
Miguel came to see his sick father.

Yes, that's true.

When did you see him for the last time?

The day before he was killed.

I went to his house, he said he wanted
to get out, so I lent him my car.

Where did he want to go?

He didn't say.

Fermín,

you're going to give us a detailed report

on everything you did
the night Forcade was killed.

No problem. One question.

Any news on my car?

I'm living at my ex-wife's house
in Santa Fe.

You know how bad
transport is in this country.

You're pretty lucky, Fermín.

Your car showed up.

Thank God, damn it!

I thought I'd lost it.

You know, Lieutenant,

there are luckier people than I am...

who've done worse things...

and they haven't spent a day in jail,
and you know it, right?

Watch yourself, Fermín.

If I find out you had something to do
with Forcade's death,

you'll spend the rest of your life
pumping iron in jail.

What the hell is wrong with you, Conde?

Yesterday, Gómez de la Peña,
and today, Fermín.

So?

Guys who rob and get off scot-free
piss me off.

The worst part is, he's right.

You know what the problem is.

You take all this shit personally.

-People using their jobs to rob--
-It's always been that way, I know.

What do we do about Fermín?

He's a prime suspect.

But if he was keeping something valuable
for Forcade, it wasn't at his house,

or it would have shown up
when he went to jail ten years ago.

We're screwed.

If we don't find anything we're screwed.

The Meteorological Institute warns

that the devastating Hurricane Felix

could pass through the island
of Cuba during the night.

Civil Defense has decreed Maximum Alert

in the provinces of Havana and Matanzas,

where the hurricane could pass.

Forecasts say this hurricane
is the most powerful in recent years,

bringing intense rains and winds
at more than 180 kilometers per hour...

Happy birthday, Conde.

Clock Radio.

7:11.

So what, then...

Am I under arrest?

With what proof?

Look, Miriam,
we have no evidence against you.

But we're still investigating,
and we have to keep you here.

I want to call the Consulate right now...

Miriam's a tough nut to crack.

We've got nothing on her.

She confirmed she was
at her sister's that day.

I know, Manolo.

Keep her under surveillance,
and no phone calls.

We need to break her down.

I know she knows more
than she's letting on.

I'm sorry to bother you, doctor.

Have you got any news?

No... I'm sorry.

But after talking to you, I have a hunch.

I don't know how I can help you.

I think you're the only one
who can help us.

Your son trusted you, absolutely.

Forgive me for speaking so bluntly,

but I don't think others

are so sad that your son is gone.

Because you know exactly
the kind of person Miguel was.

And you also benefited
from the things he did.

Do you see this desk?

It's a Boullé,
the famous French carpenter.

He was famous in his time,
because they had a secret compartment.

Added value, as we'd say today.

Before he went into exile,
Miguel hid a map there.

It shows where a Buddha sculpture
is hidden in the banana groves.

A solid gold sculpture.

-A golden Buddha?
-Yes, Lieutenant.

A jewel from the Tang dynasty.

It belonged to the Mena and Carbó family.

They left Cuba in 1960.

Miguel was in charge of expropriating
the assets in the house.

He found the sculpture...

And he stole it.

If they killed him for the Buddha,

someone else knew about this story, right?

I don't know.

Miguel told me that if someone
asked about the Buddha,

that was the signal
to give them the map he had prepared.

But no one asked.

That's enough talk, doctor.

Let's go find that damn Buddha.

Miguel told me that the Buddha,
in the 17th century,

was a gift from the Spanish Governor
of Manila to King Philip the Fourth.

He put the Buddha on the Manila galleon

that went between the Philippines
and the Americas

bringing all kinds
of merchandise and riches.

And the Buddha reached Havana,

but never made it to Spain.

He told me Fermín
was going to be in charge on a boat.

I can't forget how happy Miguel was

when he told me that the Buddha

was going to be his saving grace.

No, no, no.

I never agreed with Forcade
to take something out of the country.

I've got nothing to do with his death.

Look, Fermín.

You have the most to lose.

You've already been to jail...

And I'm not going back

because you have no proof
that I killed him.

We found out what your husband
came to look for in Cuba.

They're checking
the authenticity and value

of the golden Buddha buried at your house.

What are you talking about?

I know you knew about it, Miriam.

A Buddha, more than a thousand years old.

Thirty-five pounds of gold
that must be worth...

several million dollars.

Miguel's plan

was for your beloved brother, Fermín,

to take the Buddha out on a boat, right?

I have no idea what you're talking about!

I'm an American citizen,
and I want my lawyer.

Enough lies, Miriam, I hate liars.

It'll be much better

if you tell me how you
and your brother planned

to kill your husband
and take off with the Buddha.

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

Colonel Molina wants to see you.

He says it's urgent.

The Ministry of Foreign Relations
called me twice.

Twice.

Looks like you forgot that Miriam Forcade
is also an American citizen.

We have to pressure the lady.

What proof do you have against her?

What do you have?

Release Miriam Forcade.

That's an order.

Lieutenant!

When were you going to tell me
about the link between Rangel and Forcade?

That's got nothing to do
with Forcade's death,

which is what we're concerned with.

How do you know what
I'm concerned with, Lieutenant?

Rangel's being investigated
for corruption,

and you hid documents
that could be important.

You're off the case.

Colonel.

If you let me have the case

I'll prove the major isn't involved.

You've let me down, Lieutenant.

Colonel.

Please, Colonel, just one more day.

Are you asking me for a favor?

Yes.

Yes, Colonel. I'm asking you a favor.

You can take me off the case,

off the force, whatever you want.

You've got 24 hours.

You can leave now. We'll see what happens.

We were wrong about you, Fermín.

That's what I've been saying
all this time.

The truth is, you and your sister

conspired to kill Forcade
and keep the Buddha.

That's not true,
he didn't make it to the meeting.

Which meeting?

Look.

We were going to plan
how I'd leave the country.

That was the plan from the very beginning.

For me to take something out of Cuba
that was worth a ton of money.

But I had to go to jail.

So Forcade had to be patient,

waiting for you to get out of jail,
to come back to Cuba.

He didn't trust anyone.

He didn't tell me what I had to bring,
or where it was.

So you started getting ready to leave.

Not exactly.

I didn't want to be connected
to another exile from the country.

It was safer for other people
to take care of the boat and such.

And Forcade agreed
to someone else participating?

I reminded him how dangerous it was
to cross the strait to Florida alone,

no matter how good the boat was.

That ended up convincing him.

As afraid as he was of the ocean.

And who was that person?

Adrián Riverón.

He agreed immediately.

So you and Adrián agreed to kill Forcade

and keep the Buddha.

You're obsessed with that Buddha!

Why would we kill him

before getting what Miguel was looking
for, which would make us millionaires?

We're not that fucking stupid.

Looks like the cyclone is arriving.

What are we looking for, Lieutenant?

Anything that could be used to
clandestinely leave the country,

but especially proof that Forcade was here

-the day he was murdered.
-Go.

Yes,

Fermín talked to me about finding a boat.

But it's no crime to talk about that.

He didn't talk about killing Forcade?

How much were you going to get?

No one talked about murdering anybody.

Fermín said that when we go to Miami,

they'd pay me $100,000
because we'd take something from Cuba.

-Did Miriam know about it?
-No.

No, she knew nothing.

Fermín says the day Forcade was killed,

you were going to meet with him,
at this very place.

What happened that day?

Forcade never came!

Not at that time, not ever.

We waited until 10:30,

we called his house

and his mom said Forcade hadn't come home.

"Don't forget me. Yours, Miriam."

You can't do this.

We don't like doing it, Adrián...

But this picture means that you two

hooked up again at some point.

You were always in love with Miriam.

How can I make you understand that Miriam
has nothing to do with this?

Miriam...

was at your house on that day.

Your neighbor recognized her.

She's quite a beautiful lady,

Adrián.

Too beautiful not to notice.

After all these years,
we were going to be together.

We had two hours.

I can't handle Miguel anymore.

I'm so happy you agreed with Fermín.

I couldn't say no.

It was the only way
to be close to you again.

But it won't be easy, Miriam.

It'll be hard.

It's Miguel.

Don't worry.

There's no way he knows that we're here.

When we were sure that Miguel had left,

Miriam left for her sister's house.

I stayed, waiting for Fermín and Forcade

to discuss leaving the country.

I don't know what happened.
Forcade never came back.

The next day, I found out
that Forcade hadn't shown up

and no one knew where he was.

You believe that story?

It's hard to believe.

Adrián has many motives.

But we don't have any proof.

We have to keep looking.

-We're running out of time.
-Yeah.

Let me think.

My head is a mess right now.

Let's see what the cyclone
leaves behind tomorrow.

Conde...

isn't it your birthday?

Happy birthday, Conde

Happy birthday

Happy birthday

Happy birthday to you

Great!

Well, it's all ready.

Eat, this is for you.

We've got everything.

You know...

I'm about to quit the force,

or they'll kick me out,
but it doesn't matter.

I think that today is the day...

for you to tell me your secret,
how you make it work

in this country,
where do you find all this food?

-Don't tell him.
-Where? In my imagination.

Wonderful!

Guys, it's the land of plenty. Let's eat.

So you decided to come?

They invited me.

But if it bugs you...

Not at all. I'm glad you came.

What's up with that look on your face?

What's wrong?

-Do I look like hell?
-A little bit.

But I swear it doesn't have
anything to do with you.

-For sure?
-For sure.

My friend...

Get a room.

We're waiting to give you your gifts.

And people are dying for you
to finish the story about the Buddha.

You ruined my moment, you bastard!

Just imagine,

it survived the prohibition of Buddhism,

decreed in the ninth century,

when they destroyed
a lot of temples in China,

and all of the religion's symbols.

Conde.

The story sounds like a novel.
Why don't you write it down?

See? This is history.

If the Indian monks

hadn't brought Buddhism to China,

they wouldn't have killed Miguel Forcade.

Who?

Did they really castrate him?

Don't say that.

Adventist!

Listen, I have an announcement to make.

-Okay, fine.
-Listen up.

Come on, listen.

I don't want
to spoil the birthday party, but...

I turned in my resignation
at the hospital today.

We just got our papers.

We're leaving the country.

There's no looking back.

You're doing better than all of us.

You've got your job, your family...

Yeah...

But one day I realized, I have no future.

I don't want my kids to have this life.

Because we can't decide
how our life will be.

Sounds familiar?

Sounds familiar.

I'm not afraid to start over.

In fact, I want to start over.

You know what really gets me?

I'm going to fucking miss you guys.

Well, good luck.

I can give you one of Rafael's shirts,
if you want to change.

You keep his clothes?

I don't know what to do with them.

They're good clothes,
I want someone to use them.

Then sell them,

or give them to anyone who walks by.

I still wear these old rags.

You and your pride.

I had to bury my pride today.

I had to beg a man to...

You're going to tell me about something
that happened to you?

No, let's talk about you.

About me?

How did you feel?

Now you're asking me?

You didn't call to ask how I was doing.

I thought it was for the best.

Seems like I'm not very good company.

Maybe you were wrong.

Most likely.

I'm always wrong.

Can I call you?

You don't have to call me...

you're here now...

Sorry, but I have to go.

I have to go right now.

-For real?
-It's really important.

I'll explain tomorrow.
I'm sorry, but I have to go.

We were so blind.

And this motherfucking hurricane.

Son of a bitch.

Forcade's balls!

How could I be so fucking stupid?

The guy had...

A ball, a glove...

A baseball mask.

There must be a bat.

It has to be him, Manolo.
It has to be him.

Who would want to cut off
Forcade's balls more than him?

Nothing here, damn it.

Manolo.

Give me that bench.

It's Miguel.

Don't worry.

There's no way he knows that you're here.

Adrián, open up.

Adrián!

Open up!

Coming.

Calm down, Miguel.

Don't get dressed. I'm going to show you

how to respect a man.

No, no. Miguel!

You're worse than a whore!

-Miguel, no.
-Come here, you slut.

Come here!

You can't do this.

You must respect me.

Fermín told us your problems
with Forcade started a long time ago.

When you and Miriam were dating.

Forcade was powerful

and he was always jealous of you.

And Forcade's bad opinion,

in those times,
was enough to fuck someone over.

The asshole did his best
to send you far away.

You did it with the bat, Adrián.

You killed Forcade
with the bat at your house.

Miriam gave me the glove and bat
when we were dating.

The bat was in the room,
because I showed it to her.

Adrián...

your story is almost squalid

and touching...

but I'm not convinced.

With so much money at play,

you agreed

to get Forcade out of the way.

I don't know if Fermín thought about it.

I never would have dared to do something
like that, not even for money.

But you did it for Miriam.

I never would have dared to do something
like that, not even for money.

But you did it for Miriam.

It's a shame...

A shame Adrián killed him?

It's a shame that Miguel, my father...

and other assholes like them...

fucked our lives over like they did.

Fermín was supposed
to come to the meeting.

So they hid the body,

and Miriam took the car
her husband came in.

How did they remove the body?

Adrián called Miriam

and they used Fermín's car
to move the body.

But Adrián mutilated it.

He cut the genitals off.

Adrián says,
to throw the police off track.

But I think he was more than happy
to do it.

Forcade was an asshole
who fucked them all over.

Can I tell you something, Conde?

Congratulations.

At least Major Rangel
wasn't wrong about you.

Colonel.

What's going to happen to the major now?

He was another one of Forcade's victims.

You still want to resign?

I hung on many years at this place,

thanks to that old man.

And if he's gone now...

Here's your signed resignation.

Just so you know I'm not an asshole.

But I have to do my job.

And it's not mine anymore.

You finally got here, you bastard.