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Police. What's your emergency?

Hello there?

This is the police. Can you hear me?

- Please. - You're just trying to fuck me.

Stop screwing around.

What's the address of your emergency?

INCOMING CALL NO. 12622

Come on, asshole! Shoot me! Shoot me! Come on!

Shoot me come on shoot me

Please, I need your address.

Hello there?

Hello there. This is the police. Are you able to hear me?

This way? The exit for Manresa?

Exit towards Manresa

- No, no, no, no, no! - Careful!

Are you there?

Attention all units.

Incident involving a possible firearm in progress.

We need backup near exit 5 to Manresa.

- Alonso, he's yours. - Okay, I'm on it. Follow him!

Police!

Open up. This is the police, guys!

Police! Open the door!

Get your hands up now. Hands up, both of you! Let's go!

- Your hands! - Hands up where I can see 'em!

Everyone, hands up!

- We need to see 'em. All of you. - Go, come on. Get 'em up!

- Hands up! Right now! Hands! - Get them up!

Hands up. On your feet.

Your hands! Get 'em on the window! Now!

Get on your feet. Hey! On your feet!

Get off the bus! Hands up!

Stand with them. Come over here. No sudden movements.

Hands up where we can see them.

Move forward. Come this way.

Everybody put your hands up where I can see them!

You're gonna get off one by one with my colleague here,

and keep your hands where I can see them.

Get up!

Everybody here, okay? Nice and calm.

- Keep your hands where I can see them. - Anything incriminating on you?

Stay still. You can lower your hands.

We're gonna separate you all from each other a bit, okay?

What happened here? Can anyone tell me anything?

L7 BARCELONA MANRESA AIRPORT

YOU WOULD DO IT TOO

We sat them down here.

POLICE

How are you? Have they taken your details?

- No. - No?

No, they wanted our names. That's it for now.

- Sit, sit. - For the lady. Get me a blanket.

We'll bring you some blankets. And we'll be right with you.

We have to try to remember what happened, okay?

I'm gonna take your blood pressure.

Try to calm down, okay? Please, just try to tell me what happened.

Yeah. Well, they tried to take our stuff.

- Yeah? - Okay.

We wanna do this in order, from back to front. Got it?

We'll try to sweep the whole thing.

You're here alone?

Tormos took the promotion.

And our witnesses?

It's five passengers and the driver.

We moved them off to preserve the crime scene.

What did the witnesses say?

Nothing. They're all pretty nervous.

One passenger was having a panic attack,

and the other five are white as ghosts.

Shouting, nerves, all very violent.

It's still not clear if the robbers killed them before or after the call for help.

Oh, my God.

Car got away?

An orange jeep. It took off just as we got here.

License plate?

No. But at a checkpoint it'll be easy to spot.

How many were in it? Do we know?

No.

Why?

Why steal from a bus?

Why not? No cameras in here or at the bus stop either.

They could divert the bus to a more discreet area

and have better control of the situation.

These three? Like the robbery in Gran Via?

I think so.

Three heroes here.

Three passengers rise to the occasion, they try to stop the robbery,

but things get complicated, and they wind up dead.

The robbers didn't plan to kill anyone.

So they shit their pants and take off just as we arrive at the scene.

And the jeep they escaped in, where'd they park it?

Looks like in front of the bus. You can still see the tracks.

If the getaway car was in front, then why'd they use the back for the exit?

On the radio, you said when you got here,

the doors in front were closed and the back was open?

That's right.

And who reported it?

The bus driver. It was about an hour ago.

When forensics is finished, I wanna talk to them.

You're making them testify here?

You're not bringing them to the station? They've been through a lot.

The getaway car is half an hour ahead of us.

And there's checkpoints everywhere, Fran.

Great. But I'd prefer to do this here. Will you give me a hand?

Okay. You're in charge.

- We'll get them ready. That all? - The call. I'd really like to hear it.

You're not gonna hear anything I haven't already told you.

Rebeca, the boxes.

If you can't find time to come and get them,

I mean, I can... I can keep them in the attic until you can.

Fran, I'll come by this week.

Sorry. I've been dealing with a lot.

I'm just saying because they're in the way.

If you're coming, I won't touch them.

- But if it'll be a few days... - Fran, I'll be there this week.

Here's the call.

- I'll prep the witnesses. - Thanks.

Police. What's your emergency?

Okay, when you can, get them prepped for photos, please.

Little by little, we'll sweep the whole scene, but everyone stay calm.

- When you're done, have them stay here. - Okay.

Everyone over here, please. Line up.

This is the police. Can you hear me?

The exit for Manresa?

Careful!

Thanks a lot.

- Will you come with? - Yeah.

- Hi, folks. - Come on.

We're gonna sweep everything.

We're all safe. You see?

- Good evening, all. I'm Detecti... - All right, folks!

- Can we all please listen up over here? - Good evening. I'm Detective Fran Garza.

And I'd like to ask you all a few questions before you go home tonight.

Is that all right?

You're the bus driver. That right?

Let's begin with you. Come over here if you would.

With me over here. Sit down there.

Your full name, please.

Manuel Navas Falcón.

- Manuel? - Yes.

Tell us what happened to you.

I don't even know where to start.

From the beginning is good.

Hey. What's up, Miguel? How's Juanito doing?

It's been 10, no, 11 years since I've been doing the night shift.

Have a great night, sweetie.

It's not the best for work-life balance, but...

it pays better.

My shift starts at 7:00 p.m.

Normally I drive the route between Barcelona Airport and Manresa.

For the most part, there aren't many passengers.

It's usually a pretty quiet trip.

- Hi there. How are you? - Hello. Thanks.

Saturday's our busiest day at work,

because on Fridays people go out to party,

and I care for the poor creatures they abandon after.

Exactly what kind of creatures?

Dogs, I meant. They're the best thing in my...

Very good!

I stayed with them too long and missed my flight. Because I'm an idiot.

Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please.

All passengers for flight...

Balter. Balter? I pronounced that right?

- Balter. - Balter.

- Would you tell us how many thieves? - Two.

Three. Three. And one in the car.

- Four, then? - Correct.

Do you know if they got on the bus together?

I don't know. Maybe. I wasn't paying attention.

I really don't like people much.

Because?

They make me nervous.

That's why I clean the kitchen at the restaurant.

- Watch it. Be careful! - Sorry.

I started out as a server, but it... it's not a good fit for me.

So now I clean the kitchen.

Sometimes I peel potatoes.

- Hello. Good afternoon. - What's up?

When I got on the bus, more people got on.

But I... I ignored them. I'm sorry.

And don't you take off these booties Grandma made you.

Come on, Mom. You'll miss your flight.

Every 15 days, I go to see my son in Madrid.

Let us know when you get there.

He just had a little girl who's... She's the joy of the family.

Bye!

Until very recently, my husband would come with me.

But he really hasn't been feeling well lately and...

- Hello. - Hello there.

And, well, flying just exhausts him and...

- Please excuse me. - No worries.

What happened in there,

I thought I'd never return to my husband or grandchild again.

Mrs. Sarabia, how about we just leave it here for now?

- Yes, yes, great. Yeah. - Yeah?

Can we offer you anything? A tea or?

Yeah. Would you like some water?

- Full name, please. - Elisa Peña.

- Second surname? - López.

Before they pulled their guns out, I don't remember much, honestly.

I typically use the ride to work.

- What is it you do, Miss Peña? - It's... a temporary gig.

I've got other long-term plans for the future.

Got it. But right now where are you working?

It's not like I'm proud of it exactly.

I know I promote stuff I hate, but I think of it like taking the fast lane.

It's a shortcut to save up.

Then what happened?

- Hey. - Hello. Ticket.

The bus made two stops. I got on at the first one.

Then it stopped again, and that's when they got on.

Who did? Who got on the bus?

The ones who died.

How goes? Evening, folks. Hi there.

When they got on, I asked myself, you know, "What's her deal, that one?"

Some people just look at you with an air of superiority, like she did.

She exuded that air too, like she was better than everyone else.

You know, an idiot.

- Have a little respect for the dead. - Well, I mean...

How about we try to just watch how things are worded. Okay, Mr. Pineda?

But I'm telling you that she was the worst one there.

And, listen, I'm not less than anyone.

Can you tell us your line of work, Mr. Pineda?

Hey. All right, the three who died got on the bus. And then after that?

I don't have a job right now.

I don't have a clue how I'm gonna pay my next month's rent. Happy?

Before my ex stole everything, I worked my ass off any way possible.

I was a miller, baker, sales rep, a chauffeur.

I worked at a hotel. Even owned a newsstand.

- What the hell... - What?

Because of my ex, I had to take out a loan

just to get a flight to my son's communion.

Anastasia, please!

Just because life's been unfair to me, it doesn't mean that she has the right

to talk to me the way she did, hmm?

Not even God can look down on me. Not even God.

Of course not. All right, the three who died got onto the bus. And then?

Well, you know, for like ten minutes, it was quiet.

For your grandson?

Granddaughter.

Ah! Oh, yeah? What's her name?

She's our Gabi.

Isn't Gabi a boy's name, though?

Well, I... I don't know.

I keep telling my son,

"Between that name you gave her, the way you dress her,

and you haven't pierced her ears yet,

goodness, everyone will think she's a boy, surely."

- Ah. - Ah, well.

- Well, I have two. - Oh, yeah?

- Paula. - Oh, beautiful.

And the little one is Christian.

I told my wife we should have called him Manuel,

like me, like his father and his grandfather.

Ready

- Right? - No, she told me,

"That's so old-school. It's not cool." There you go.

- It's not cool? Manuel? - Yep. That's right, Manuel.

Please. Manuel is a classic name. It's timeless. Always has been.

- I know. - Excuse me, boss.

Could you turn up the heat a little bit, please?

Yes, but I'll need you to return to your seat, okay?

Sure, yes.

Shh! Hey, relax, bro. Just chill.

Just stay calm, and whatever happens, keep driving. Got it?

Hey! This is a holdup, damn it.

You hear me? Okay, so let's all just behave. You got it?

Wait, you're saying that the three who got on together, the deceased, robbed it?

Of course. Aren't you paying attention?

She was a bitch.

Money and valuables, okay? No cheap shit.

All right, pay attention, because I'm not gonna repeat it!

Wallets, cell phones, tablets, any kind of device you have on you,

put 'em in here and do it fast, you got that?

Let's go. Your phone. Are you deaf? Your phone!

Unlock it.

Uh...

I said unlock it, damn it. Unlock your phone.

Look, I swear, my head just went blank. I'm sorry.

How about I refresh your memory? Huh? Huh? Come on, damn it.

No, wait. The pictures, please.

Oh, damn. She's hot, huh?

- Let's go. Your bank PIN. - Huh?

I need your bank PIN, damn it!

To get into your fucking accounts, asshole!

My accounts? 17-06 and 80. But, look, I only have debt.

And now you'll owe more. Fuck.

They had it all planned out so well.

Come on, let's go. Hurry up. We don't have all day.

Get the transfers started.

They took everything. Everything.

Take it.

- Let's be clear, all right? - Come on, sweets, your phone.

Hand us your wallets and phones,

put in your bank PIN and open the app.

And hurry up!

- Your bank password? - It's 15-12-79.

Go. Your wallet and phone. Come on, put in your bank PIN.

- Bank PIN, hot stuff. - No, please don't.

- Let's go! Your bank PIN! - All right, here.

Damn. Good job, little worker ant.

Come on.

Four ones. Four ones. One, one, one, one.

Come on, fuck. We don't have all damn day.

Let's see over here. All right. Everything's out? Wonderful.

- Hey, the bank book. - Perfect. We'll take it.

- You know the PIN? - The PIN for the bank card.

They hit me, and they put a knife in my face and I...

I was so afraid that all I could do was pray.

A gold necklace. We'll take that.

- Your bank password, hot stuff. - What password?

- The codes! - Damn, the fucking password!

- Lady, the PIN. The PIN! - 1-2-3-4.

They held a pistol right here. Do you know how that feels?

Okay, we got it.

Your phone, come on. Phones, phones, phones! Cell phone!

It's in the glove box. I'm not allowed to have it on me.

Your phone, damn it!

Unlock it. Unlock it! Come on, give it here! Come on!

There. It's open.

- And your bank PIN code. - 2013.

The cash from the fare box too.

Exit here. Exit here, asshole!

The worst part isn't having your money or your valuables stolen.

It's having someone like that aim at you with a pistol.

You feel so vulnerable. I mean, it's really terrifying.

They had our phones, so they had access to...

to all of our information, to... to our banks, to everything.

€1000 LOANS

ACTIVE LIMIT - OFF

INSTANT LOAN €3,000

NEW RECIPIENT APPROVED

It's incredible how your life can change in one minute.

Do you know how long it took me to save that money?

The bullshit I had to take from all those guys?

The person they called before they did the transfers, who was that?

Another asshole.

When he made the call, I couldn't see anything.

But before all of that started, I could see the bastard's name.

MESSAGE SENT

Coco. Uh, yeah. Why Coco? Uh, 'cause he's fucking nuts.

And Coco sounds better than Nuts, doesn't it?

Perfect. And now, kids, don't even bother reporting this robbery.

The police can't trace transfers, all right?

The older lady was shaking, and I felt like I should do something.

The money's ours now.

I'd hidden the company phone with me, so I called for the police.

If I were any of you, I wouldn't tell the police a thing.

I thought it was what I had to do.

You did well, Manuel. Very well.

Your phones are our life insurance here, folks.

We have your contacts, your messages.

Facebook. Instagram.

We know where you live, who your friends are.

Your family, your father, your mother.

Your kids, your grandkids, everything. We know everything about all of you.

CALLING

Police. What's your emergency?

Hello there?

And if all of you behave, then nobody gets hurt.

What was that?

It's not here. It's back there. That asshole.

Was that you? Was that you?

Oh, oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The jacket. The fucking jacket.

And this? What is this? What the hell is this?

- I forgot, I forgot, I forgot. - You wanna fuck with us, huh?

- You wanna fuck with us, bitch? - I'm sorry. I just forgot about it.

- You forgot, huh? - Yes.

Give me the gun. What were you thinking, bitch?

You want me to visit your parents? That what you want?

- Is that what you want, bitch? - Shoot me!

Come on, shoot me, do it. Shoot me! Come on!

I'll shoot you, bitch. I'll blow your head off.

- That's enough. - I'll blow your fucking head off!

You guys fuck us, we'll fuck you. You got that?

- You and all your families! - That's enough.

That's enough. We're here. Come on.

It's over, all right? All of that's done. You're safe now, okay?

You guys fuck us, we'll fuck you. You got that?

- You and all your families! - We're here. Come on.

Look, there. By the warehouse.

- This way? The exit for Manresa? - Shut up. Straight ahead.

- Damn, are we there or what? - Careful!

What are you doing? What the hell are you doing?

- There was an animal there, on the road. - Stay on the road, man!

- In the road? Where? - The road is not far.

- I don't see anything. Where is it? - Come on!

Take that dirt road, on the right.

There it is. I see them. Hey, we did it, son of a bitch!

There, behind the orange jeep.

Very good. You all behaved very well.

So now you can all go home and keep quiet. Everyone got that?

The door, the door. Now!

Anyone tries to play the hero, like our little friend here, and reports us,

I'm telling you, it won't matter if the three of us get locked up.

We've got friends everywhere.

What the fuck is this, dickhead? What the fuck is this?

- No! No, no! - What the fuck?

- Juan! - What?

He called the fucking cops! Motherfucker!

Oh, you fucked up, dude. You fucked up. Your family's fucking dead.

If the cops find us, you can say goodbye...

- Shit. Come on. Fucking cops. - To your whole family, all of you.

And you, sit down!

Wait. Hold on. The passenger in the hood, where was he?

He didn't do or say anything before that.

Phones, wallets. Let's go, hurry up. Today, guys.

He was unshakable.

And then, after that, what did he do?

Justice, sir.

What the hell are you doing, man? Are you deaf?

You better sit down! Are you deaf?

- Man, fuck this guy. - Stop it!

- Sit down right now! - Juan, come on, man.

- Are you fucking deaf? - Juan!

Go to your fucking seat!

- Let's go! - Fuck!

- Let's go! Juan! - All right.

Get back in your fucking seat. I'll give you three seconds, man.

One,

two...

Close it.

The door, the door!

Open the fucking door! Open the door or I'll cut you like a pig, motherfucker!

- Open the door! - Quiet. Take off your masks.

All right, all right, all right.

You're seriously fucking up, you son of a bitch.

Take your fucking mask off. Fuck!

The phones. Now.

And the knife.

- And now the cash. Return it. - I can't return the money.

- The money! - Fuck! I told you, I can't!

It's not our money to keep.

The transfers go to another guy. You get it?

Call him and have him return it now.

I can't call him.

You can forget about the money.

What don't you get, dumbass? Huh? I have your phone, man.

If the cops get us, you're done.

All of you! You understand?

Either we make it out before they get here, or on my mother's grave...

Okay, okay, okay! Hey, just relax, bro. Relax.

And then? What next?

Well, then you guys got there.

The police!

Oh, it's the police!

The door.

Would you describe the killer?

Can you tell us what he looked like? His race?

Black or white? Arabic? Latino?

No, because, uh...

it was really dark and he had a hood on and...

A hood? He wore a jacket?

- A hoodie. Like one you wear for running. - Color?

Gray.

The hoodie was gray?

Green.

Or, like, blue. It was dark.

Black? I'm not sure.

Give it some effort. The color of the jacket could really help us.

I was at my seat and...

and I could only see him through my rear-view mirror,

and I didn't see.

Tall? Thin? Short? Or a bigger dude? Tattoos?

No, sorry.

Can you at least specify if he was a citizen or not?

He was speaking our language, but I don't...

I was... I was sitting in the front row, you know.

I might have looked back once, but I never saw.

I don't know. I didn't see his face. Um... I don't like making eye contact.

Anything that drew your attention?

His presence.

It was almost like he was some kind of character from a comic book.

Like a superhero.

His energy. Without looking at him, you could feel his aura.

Never in my life have I seen a guy so sure of himself.

It was like he had nothing left to lose.

So, you're unable to describe the killer?

You sure? Nothing stood out?

I never saw.

I didn't see anything.

DUBBING BROTHERS