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What is it? Take a look.

He's got a gun.

Come on. Let's go.

Step on it, Kiko. My grandma drives faster than this.

He's killed three guys, and he's armed.

- Yeah. - I hope they catch him soon.

Soon? Are you stupid?

I hope it takes a while, weeks, if possible.

There it is. Right there.

Get the camera. Come on.

Kiko, Kiko, Kiko!

- What? - Over there. Record that guy.

Zoom in on the witness.

Sign here, please.

All right. Thank you.

Over here. Take a seat.

We'll wait until they come and get you...

- The guy coming out of this tent. - I got him. I got him.

There you go. Zoom in. Zoom in.

There were six that witnessed a triple murder at close range.

Not one or two.

Six. And not one of the witnesses will describe the guy.

- Just what we need. - What's wrong?

- Zoom in. More. - Want me to get rid of them?

Let them be, Rebeca. We have enough on our plate already.

- Borque. - What?

- The Jeep. What have you heard? - Nothing.

Checkpoints have been put up all over.

He has to show up.

- Keep trying, okay? - Yeah, okay.

Good, good, good.

Salas.

I'm guessing this bus hasn't been cleaned in a year.

It's full of fingerprints. I'll need to narrow things down.

We know he was seated somewhere near the back.

That he used this one as a shield and fled with the gun.

Was he wearing gloves? We could save a couple of hours if he was.

Our witnesses don't recall.

I guess we'll add that to the list.

Marina, would you give us a moment, please?

Guys, let's give them a minute.

Thanks.

Can you make out my face?

So, maybe they weren't lying.

Maybe no one saw his face.

When you got to the bus, was the engine on or off?

Open up. This is the police!

It was still running.

Could you start the engine, please?

And now?

I could see you with my eyes closed.

So they're protecting his identity.

But why?

He must have threatened them.

Or gave them something to be afraid of.

Or, perhaps, to protect him.

Protect the killer?

Your cell phones are our insurance policy.

Put yourself in their shoes.

The robbers had their lives in their hands.

But this guy comes to the rescue.

They won't talk because they feel indebted to him.

A pact of silence?

- You got it, right? - Yup.

Yeah? How do I look? Okay?

Yeah. Perfect.

So, I need each of you to take a look through some photos.

Photos?

- Photos of men who have criminal records. - Yeah, but that won't help.

Seeing photos of suspects could refresh your memory,

since you're all still nervous. Come this way.

It all happened inside this bus.

A robbery, but unlike any other.

Because they could contain fingerprints,

your phones have been placed in police custody.

Killing those bastards doesn't make him a murderer.

According to witnesses,

three armed and very violent perpetrators

kidnapped the rest of the passengers and used their phones

to make bank transfers, completely emptying their account holdings.

Everybody, listen. Nothing's what we thought.

The fugitive took off on foot, not by car,

in that direction. He's carrying the murder weapon.

Then, the robbers blackmailed the victims

in an effort to extort their silence.

They had planned everything except one detail:

one of the passengers, whose name is still unknown,

wasn't going to allow the three criminals to hijack their lives.

He's got a 90-minute lead on us and we still know practically nothing.

He's armed and trigger-happy.

He knows we're after him, so keep your eyes peeled.

You got me? Let's move.

Right now, the police continue to search for him

as the key suspect in a triple homicide.

Although, one could ask where the line is drawn between homicide and self-defence.

Is the fugitive a murderer?

The debate is raging in what may later be referred to

as the "case of the vigilante".

YOU WOULD DO IT TOO

When she's done with all the relatives, tell Rebeca to come here.

It's a tough case. Fran's going to need back-up.

"You would do it too." Goddamnit.

Gentlemen.

- Have you seen this shit? - I have, Ma'am.

Apparently, justice has been served,

except now we're chasing after the good guy.

- How does that make us look? - Like bad guys?

- As usual. - Like always.

Let's hear what you know.

Juan Rubio Sáez.

He was the leader during the robbery.

Good evening. We're with the police.

Are you married to Juan Rubio Sáez?

And he was a co-worker with her, Natalia Portero Fuentes.

Your sister was on the bus that went from the airport to Manresa.

She was delinquent on several loans for non-payment.

She and Rubio were security agents at the airport.

Will you please let me see my sister?

And the third, Efrén Gijón Pastor.

Your husband is dead.

Also from the airport.

He worked in baggage handling.

He's the only one with a record.

Apparently, for getting into a knife fight at a bar.

And the transfers?

Our best tech guys are on it, but don't hold your breath.

The leader called someone before making the transfers.

Get the transfers started.

But the number was to a prepaid cell phone,

difficult to trace, but giving us the name Coco.

Coco?

INCOMING WIRE TRANSFER €51.323

Any prints on the bus?

- 120. - Ah, shit.

And if he was wearing gloves...

So, was he?

The witnesses aren't sure.

And their pact of silence?

Two hours and still nothing.

Maybe he doesn't have a record.

He's in those stacks of photos.

Why are you so sure?

I'm not sure,

but who pulls the trigger three times before ever pulling it once?

He still might not have a record, Garza.

Have a seat, please.

Ma'am, please.

Would you do it?

If you were them, would you cover for the murderer?

What I do know...

is they're not eager for us to catch the guy who saved them from hell.

I really...

do hope you're wrong about that.

- If you recognise a face, point it out. - No. Impossible.

I didn't see him.

We do not want the press to find out

that the witnesses are protecting this guy.

- Commissioner. - Yes.

So, we just captured our crime scene Jeep at a speed trap.

It's registered to Matías Oddone.

His license was suspended for driving high.

He was really doped up.

Alonso, he's yours.

- Commissioner. - One second, Garza.

We checked, he doesn't live there.

You checked? Isn't that something Homicide should do?

You did ask for more hands. Voilà.

Rebeca?

Yes. She and Risco got the same scores.

And Risco's on vacation and you requested that someone start right away.

And I can assume that we're all mature enough

to keep our personal and professional lives separate.

Quirós, I wanna hear it if you have any issues.

No, I don't have a problem. It's fine.

Garza?

No, it just would have been nice if somebody told me this could happen.

So what does that mean?

Can you two work together or not? Yes or no.

Of course.

Wonderful. Quirós, listen.

You both have the same rank, but he does have more experience than you.

Are we clear on what my expectations are?

- Perfectly. - What's up?

Nothing. They didn't identify him.

Go let them eat and call their families.

Okay.

Follow me.

We're gonna take a break, if you want to grab something to eat

or call your families.

Please, follow me.

Whether or not this little pact of silence actually exists or doesn't exist,

do whatever it takes to get a confession from them.

We need to know his identity and we need to know it now.

The longer he's out there,

the more bullshit they'll write about the vigilante

and the worse we'll look.

Over here we have telephones and food back there.

I'll grab some coins.

And if anyone from the press

asks why we're holding the witnesses to the robbery, zip it.

I'll handle that myself.

Tell the press nothing, okay?

Nobody here is protecting the murderer.

How do we get them to talk?

Well, we explain why it's better they cooperate with the investigation.

I say we put pressure on them. They identify him or they go to jail.

Tell me, son. Have you heard from the bank?

This thing just ate my coins. What the hell?

They're covering for the vigilante. They're accomplices to murder.

Well, that's one hypothesis.

Honey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, my love.

They're lying right to our face. We're wasting time because of them.

They're obstructing justice and accomplices to three murders.

Have some faith.

The number you are calling is out of service. Please hang up...

You think I'm incapable of working Homicide, don't you?

That's why you don't think we can work together.

I don't think that's fair.

I can't remember anyone's number.

I'm not the one taking everything so personally.

- Oh, but I am? - Yes.

Look, I'm happy for you.

Congrats, Detective.

I know that it's only money, but it was all that we had.

The bank said we better pray for a miracle to get it back.

Honey, I have to hang up now.

Out of all six, she's the only one with a record.

Elisa Peña, for assault on an officer.

Apparently, she threw a rock during a riot and hit a police officer.

Nearly killing him.

Why no jail?

One of the passengers, whose name is still unknown,

wasn't going to allow the three criminals to hijack their lives.

THREE DEAD AND A VIGILANTE ON THE RUN

by the surge of public support

across major media platforms.

It all happened inside this bus.

A robbery, but unlike any other.

According to witnesses,

three armed and very violent perpetrators kidnapped the rest of the passengers...

- Hey! - And used their phones

- Look, we're famous. - To make bank transfers,

completely emptying their account holdings.

Let me turn up the volume.

Then, the robbers blackmailed the victims

in an effort to extort their silence.

Turn it off.

Hey, asshole. What are you doing?

One of the passengers, whose name is still unknown...

Hey, is there a problem?

You said you'd give us some food, but does this really count as food?

Candy bars and chips? Seriously? Nobody wants to eat that shit.

- Can we leave or... - Soon.

But first, we just want to talk calmly. Okay?

Detective Quirós and I know how you feel. You should know we don't judge you.

Judge us?

For what? And why?

When you go through something horrible,

it brings out a much less rational part of our brain.

It's normal.

You're all still in shock and, to a certain degree,

it's logical to want to protect the person who saved you.

But that's for His Honour to decide.

Or Her.

So, guys, it sure would mean a lot

if you would take a second look at those photos.

We told you already.

Your help could prevent people from dying.

The murderer is armed and desperate.

- He's not a killer. - Technically, he's a mass murderer.

Have you ever fired your gun? Huh?

Have you ever killed someone?

No. You came pretty close though, right?

Every minute counts. Can we stay focused?

Just listen a minute.

How many people have you killed while doing your job?

Nobody calls you murderers.

Don't forget who the real enemy is.

- Yes. We're your worst enemy. - Detective.

You lied to us. And that's a crime. A very serious crime.

You all conspired to not identify the vigilante.

And I'm willing to bet that our little anarchist over here

came up with that stupid idea.

Accomplices to murder and obstruction of justice.

You could be looking at years for those charges.

Detective, I think you've made your point.

Have you ever had a gun held to your head? Right here.

I thought that I was never going to see my family again.

No.

I've never been in danger like that,

but it doesn't mean I haven't made the same mistake

you are making right now.

I also covered for a killer.

In the 90s, there was this coach at one of the high schools

and he, despite people knowing, would abuse his authority.

There were rumors, but, officially, no one said anything.

But he did.

Everyone was aware.

Ernesto Gaviria was our teacher.

Boy or girl, he didn't care,

because he... He only saw each of us as his prey.

My best friend Tania and I couldn't stand it anymore,

so we filed a report.

But he wasn't arrested.

You know what happened?

A few weeks later, he was found in the locker room stabbed to death.

Our wishes had been answered.

Who was the murderer?

Lucas Cuadrado, the favourite student of Gaviria, and everyone knew.

What happened to the kid?

The weapon was never found.

Without that piece of evidence, charges were never filed.

He never paid for what he did?

He did pay, with his life.

He hung himself in that locker room after he killed Gaviria.

Bravo. Great story. Seriously.

If only it weren't made up.

Wait. Did you make that up?

Hmm.

Lucas Cuadrado, 1996, Zamora. Look it up.

- Hmm. Nah, I'm good. - Hmm?

If you don't turn him in,

we may not get him.

He'll still be on the run.

For what he's done we'll be chasing him forever.

If you take another look at the photos and help us find him,

at least he'll get a fair trial.

He'll be judged by a jury of his peers.

If he claims self-defence and public opinion is in his favour,

what could he get? Two or three years?

We've told the truth.

Nobody here has made any pact.

Okay.

No one gave me a chance to do the right thing.

But I will give you one.

You have five minutes to decide whether you are witnesses or accomplices.

Rebeca!

What the hell am I doing here this early?

- Why are we here? - Come on, Saray.

- Where are we going? - Come on!

What are you doing, Mati? Whose house is this?

Mat! Whose house is this? Damn it!

- You'll see, asshole! - Jesus Christ.

- What are you doing? - Come on.

Whose house is this?

Watch the car, Saray. The pigs are looking for it.

- Keep an eye on it! - Dude! Fuck!

Fuck, dude. No fucking way!

What are you doing, Mat?

You're gonna give me a heart attack.

What the hell are you doing?

What is that?

What the hell? Is that the money from the robberies?

It's from the other. Today's didn't go well.

- Doesn't that belong to the other three? - Uh-huh.

- Now it's ours. - What?

It's all over the news. They were shot.

- Dead as doornails. - Who shot them?

I don't know. They're all dead. Let's go.

Where are we supposed to go then?

Where the hell are we going?

No fucking clue. Far from here.

Far away? Seriously.

Don't ever do this to me again.

I'm warning you.

We're rich, baby!

Rebeca, I'm sorry.

I had no idea.

Why didn't you ever tell me you were abused?

Don't be naïve, Fran. I was never molested.

I'm sorry, but I wasn't...

I had to take charge.

They were starting to eat you alive.

I couldn't watch you being all friendly, philosophising with those cannibals.

What?

You can't go half way in life.

You are the cop. You're in charge, not them.

- Yeah, I know that. - But do you now?

They saw his face.

I know it. And you know it.

But I'm the one, as usual, doing something.

- Are we talking about work? - We're talking about you.

- All right. - You should never take sides.

When they lie, use pressure and dig at it.

- Do something. - That's ridiculous.

What's ridiculous is they offered you a better position

and you, as always, kept weighing the pros and cons.

And what happened? They gave it to Tormos.

Is all because I didn't accept the promotion?

No. No.

If you had just decided that you didn't want it, fine.

But you didn't make a decision.

You are too damn indecisive.

Shall we move in together?

You don't know.

Shall we live abroad?

You don't know.

Should we break up?

You don't know.

Have children?

Hmm?

- What are you doing? - Hey! Get off!

Help! Help, please! Someone, please!

- Hey, hey. That's it, grab him. - Get off!

Hey, hey, hey! Calm down.

Calm down, okay?

Hey! Hey!

- What's this about? - This guy attacked me!

Come on. He just attacked me.

Calm down, okay?

- You hear me? Are you calm? - I don't know.

Come on. Get him up. Come on.

He ran over and knocked me to the ground.

Come on. Come with us.

- Why? - I... I don't know.

Tell me what happened.

I could take another look at those photos.

Get him to that room.

I want two of my guys watching this one right here.

We just gotta calm down now, okay? We're all on edge.

- Sit down. - Okay.

- All right. Where are the photos? - No.

Explain your pact of silence.

- Did everyone agree not to talk? - No.

It's jail time if you don't tell the truth.

What pact? There was no pact.

There was no need.

The police. Oh, the police.

We didn't say a word to each other.

We just did what we thought was best.

- How sweet. - Okay.

Look, I'll show you who the vigilante is, no problem,

- but on two conditions. - What are they?

One, I don't want to see that anarchist again.

- She'll rip my eyes out. - And two?

Food, but a real dinner.

Whatever you want.

Pizza will do.

- Pizza? - Yes, from a pizzeria.

None of that frozen shit.

Sounds yummy. Double cheese?

- Yes, please. - Sound good?

He can return to the others.

- What? - Come with me.

No, no, no.

All right, all right, all right. All right. All right.

Jesus, I'm not even that hungry anyway.

- The photos, Pineda. - Yeah.

Since he had that hood on, I didn't...

There he is.

- Are you sure? - This is the one?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. The scar. - This one?

- He's our man. - Okay.

- I got it. - Baños, stay with him.

OK.

OK, unit one, we're heading out. Let's go!

ARMORY

Stop chewing on your finger.

We fucked it all up.

No, we didn't. It's okay. We all just need to relax.

- Or else what? - Nothing will happen to us.

It's his word against ours.

Rebeca. Fran. You have to see this.

What is it?

That son of a bitch. That son of a bitch.

So I can probably go home now, huh?

Brilliant.

- Rebeca, you should know... - Not right now.

- Okay. Get the fuck up. - What? What? What's wrong?

Cuff him.

Why?

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Come on. I was only trying to help.

Come on. This way.

We're not just the enemy, you think we're fools?

Is that it, huh? Is that what you think?

Mr. Pineda finally identified a suspect for us.

Although I wonder how he could have killed three people

when he's been dead for the last four years.

He misled you. He didn't see his face.

None of us saw him.

I'll give you one last chance.

Anyone that wants to cooperate should speak up.

The rest will suffer the consequences.

He killed three people by himself. He's gonna have a record.

Rebeca, let me handle this.

On that bus, we found fingerprints from 13 men with records.

We can go after all of them.

It may take days, but we will find this guy.

If you ID him, you'll us save time and we'll take that into account.

Your choice, jail or head home.

I'm not going to jail.

You won't. No one will.

If the fugitive gets three years, we should get nothing.

- Silence. - She said it herself.

A jury of our peers would take his side, but you don't?

- Christ, he saved our lives. - That's enough.

Marga.

Anything to tell us?

Do you want to say something?

No.

Officers. Please take her.

You are under arrest as accomplices to murder and for obstructing justice.

You have the right to consult a lawyer of your choosing

and to have one present during questioning.

If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you.

The six of you have the right to remain silent and not answer questions,

as well as not to testify against yourselves and to plead not guilty.

Anything you say may be used against you.

- Why are you undermining me? - What?

Why are you undermining me? And in front of them.

- We're supposed to be a team. - Supposed to be.

The grandma was ready to talk. I had her. But you had to turn up the heat.

What's done is done. Now what?

I have to hunt down a dozen suspects,

giving this guy more time to leave the country.

- Officers. - What?

These guys say that can identify the fugitive.

- They ran into him while hunting. - To the meeting room.

- This way, please. - Over here. This way.

- Go ahead. - Have a seat.

Have a seat.

We're gonna show you photos to see if you recognise anyone.

- If you see him, point him out. - Mm-hmm.

Mm. Okay.

He should be one of these 13.

- Not him? - Mm-hm. No, no.

No.

- No, hmm? - No.

No, no, no.

- No. Not this one either. - No.

No?

- No. - No.

- That's him. - Him?

- Yes. - Are you sure?

- You sure? - That's him.

It was dark out.

- You're sure? - Yes, yes.

- That's him? - Yes, yes, I'm sure.

Father...

I need your help.

DUBBING BROTHERS