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Zeta [2026] 2h 12m - Drama, Thriller
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A Spanish spy must track down a former spy involved in an undercover mission decades ago, while a Colombian agent is also after him. Secrets from the past are uncovered.

NEW YORK
(UNITED STATES)

Thank you all for coming to the event,
especially the Marquises of...

BANGKOK (THAILAND)

In�s.

Please say yes.

Since I met you,
I've been the happiest woman in the world.

PANAMA CITY
(PANAMA)

Hey, I have some really good news for you.
The ambassador has given the go-ahead.

SPANISH EMBASSY

Yes. I've sent you a link so you can see
which room you prefer, okay?

With the dimensions and so on. Oh, hey,

the day after tomorrow,
they'll call you from the Ministry.

They're going to pick up
all the material, okay?

TOKYO (JAPAN)

SPANISH EMBASSY

Good work, Takeshi.

Thank you for your work.

AGENT ZETA

RIBEIRA SACRA, GALICIA (SPAIN)

NATIONAL INTELLIGENCE CENTER (CNI)
MADRID (SPAIN)

Here it is.

Operation Ci�naga, hot off the presses.

What do we know about it?

Well, that the four murdered agents
participated in it

and, since then,
all of them had false identities.

Elena, if the press connects the dots,
all hell will break loose.

You know what you have to do.
Terrorism, ISIS, Al Qaeda, you name it.

Okay.

In the dossier, there was one more file.

This one.

Get me the minister.

None of this gets out of here
until we know what we're dealing with.

All right.

What are you going to do?

The only thing I can do.

Pepe! I have to go.

All right. I'll finish.

Thank you.

Let's go.

How subtle.

With a phone call,
you wouldn't have agreed.

I'm not agreeing to anything.

You haven't turned on
the TV today, have you?

I don't have a TV.

That's why I'm here, to disconnect.

- I'm on leave, in case you don't remember.
- I remember.

I asked you for a year. Half a year ago.

We'll talk six months from now.

I'll be right back.

Iago.

Go on, take this. Like this.

You have to take the spoon.

There.

Come on, you can do it. Come on.

Way to go, Mom. You're a champ.

Why didn't you tell me?

That's it. She has good and bad days.

But when I came back from Beirut,
she'd stopped speaking.

Very good.

That's it.

You have your mother's eyes.

She says my personality is just like his.

Right, Mom?

Your father is a legend, they say.

All the fallen end up as legends. Come on.

The last one. That's it.

Andreia.

Very good.

Here, you take it.

The four victims lived
under false identities,

scattered in Spanish embassies.

- All were protected by the government.
- They were hiding from someone. Why?

No idea. But that someone
has found them and executed them.

Why those four?

The victims had a connection.

They participated
in a mission 37 years ago.

They are former members of CESID,
old-school spies.

What kind of mission?

I can't tell you anything else.
There are no records of the mission.

We leave little in writing,
but we leave something.

Right. But nothing was written
about Operation Ci�naga,

or it was destroyed. I don't know.

Look, Elena, my priority now is my mother.

Whatever time she has left,
I'd like to be by her side.

- I can totally understand.
- Okay.

But there could be another murder, Iago.

Five agents were involved
in Operation Ci�naga.

Only four victims have been found.

- You can't locate the fifth.
- Exactly.

His current name is Salvador Ancares.

He has disappeared,
he didn't go to work today.

He was relocated
to the embassy in Tallinn, Estonia.

He's either dead or has gone into hiding.

Surely. But finding him
is much more important than you think.

Ancares is the only person who can tell us
what Operation Ci�naga was

and who is killing our people.

I'm sorry, Elena,
but this is what you get.

I'll talk to you in six months.
I already told you.

If she could speak, your mother
would advise you to agree to this.

Excuse me?

I swear I didn't want you
to find out like this.

What the hell is this, a joke?

It's the file of Salvador Ancares.

Ci�naga, 1987.

He's the fifth agent
I want you to locate and protect.

No, my father...
He died on a mission when I was a baby.

It can't be him.

Right.

�ric Baena died 34 years ago.

He and the four agents were buried

before being relocated
under these new identities.

My mother wouldn't lie to me about this.

- I'm sorry.
- It can't be him.

I'm also only just finding out now.

Iago, find Ancares.

Let him tell you
what the hell is going on.

My father is dead.

Iago, your mother is in bed now.
I'm leaving.

Thank you.

- See you tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow.

My father, is he still alive?

Say something, Mom.

Come on. A gesture, anything.

SPANISH EMBASSY

He was retiring today,
that's why it's like this.

We were waiting for him.

- When he didn't show up--
- His desk?

This one.

- Has he received any letters or packages?
- No.

Something he bought
that could've been shipped to him?

No, he didn't usually receive
anything here.

- Are you sure?
- Oh, yes.

- His cigarettes.
- This right here?

Yes.

He smoked, but his wife didn't know,
so he had them sent here.

A carton a week, every Friday.

Today is Thursday.

May I have a second alone, please?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

Why hasn't he turned up
like the others? He must be alive.

I'll get the camera footage from the area.

Ancares or his assassin
must have left some trace.

Talk to his wife.
See what you get out of her.

I'll call you when I get the footage.

Elena, just one thing.

He has another son.

Did you know that?

Zeta, the important thing now
is to find Ancares, okay?

Right.

Is your mom here?

- Hi. Jes�s, right?
- Yes.

- Come on in.
- Thank you.

Have you noticed
any strange behavior lately?

On some days, he did act... strange.

Once he did say that he thought
someone was following him, but...

who would follow
a cultural attach� in Estonia?

We don't know.

Does it have anything to do with this?

Listen to me, don't worry, we'll find him.
Do you hear me?

Mrs. Karlsson, is there somewhere
in the house where he spends more time?

Mrs. Karlsson. Calm down.

In here.

CLICK ON THE BUTTON
TO START DECRYPTION

Good morning,
good afternoon, good evening.

If you're watching this, the five of us
from Ci�naga have been hunted down.

If you came to kill me, you won't find me.

Nor will I tell you anything about
that mission or what happened. Nothing.

Please don't hurt them. They have nothing
to do with it, they know nothing.

And if you're one of the good guys...

Good guys, bad guys, it's complicated
to draw the line in what we do, I know.

Two things. Protect my family,

and in that envelope
you have everything you need for now.

Iago. We're checking the codes,
which look like ours.

- He didn't tell you anything else?
- Nothing more.

- Chief, come take a look at this.
- Let's see, just a moment.

The codes lead us to GPS coordinates here.

Zeta, confirmed. The codes are ours.

Son of a bitch.

Zeta?

Turn around, God damn it!

Colombian Intelligence Service.

Drop your weapon.

Salom� Su�rez. Right.

Your code name?

Alpha.

- And yours, Jes�s Bao?
- Zeta.

I earned the name "Alpha"
because I was top of my class.

I guess you were the worst in yours.

Why is Colombia looking for
a former Spanish spy relocated to Estonia?

In the last few days,
someone has been following Ancares.

I don't know. When I arrived,
he had already disappeared.

And instead of identifying yourself,
you attack me and steal from me.

I'm sorry?

I'm the one who ended up
across a windshield, aren't I?

- Does the envelope say where Ancares is?
- How do you know there's an envelope?

I told you, I was top of my class.

Why didn't the CNI
have Ancares under control?

- You don't want anything?
- I don't drink.

- I'll treat you.
- I don't drink.

- Have you been doing this for a long time?
- Too long.

- Why did you choose this profession?
- Someone has to do it, right?

Yeah. And you're the type
who never tells his real name.

I can't tell you
because I can't remember it.

Do you go around telling people yours?

It depends. Among colleagues.

No, we're not colleagues.

So, what do you want to do?

You do as you please.
I'm waiting for orders.

Let's try again.

- Operation Ci�naga took place in Colombia?
- Operation Ci�naga?

If you're looking for Ancares,
it must have happened on Colombian soil.

- Don't play dumb.
- I'm not playing dumb.

- You've been doing it from start.
- I wouldn't know where to start.

- You wouldn't?
- No.

I'll tell you what.

If you tell me where Ancares is,

I'll tell you what I know
about Operation Ci�naga.

It's a win-win, see?
We're both looking for the same thing.

I don't work as a team.

From now on, you do.

Whatever you say.

Talk to me.

I spoke with my Colombian counterpart.

Alpha is her best agent. Top of her class.

Ancares and the four dead agents
operated illegally in Colombia.

It seems that Operation Ci�naga
was a black op for all agencies.

So, now, Colombia and Spain
have the same objective,

to find Ancares and clarify
what the hell happened 37 years ago.

What have they promised you?

Colombia knows more
about the operation than we do.

But they won't give us anything
until they talk to him.

If we bring him to them,
they'll give us the murderer.

They seem to know who it is.

Something seems fishy to me.

Zeta, from now on,
the DNI and us are working as a team.

- You've gotta be fucking kidding me.
- My hands are tied.

The coordinates.
Have you found out anything?

Yes, they lead us to St. John
the Baptist Cemetery, Rio de Janeiro.

We checked all the Center's files
for services linked to this place.

We found an invoice from 1990
with funeral expenses.

It's a tombstone with a name and surname.

Say no more.

- Ancares buried �ric Baena there.
- That's right.

Zeta, you're going to Brazil.

RIO DE JANEIRO (BRAZIL)

ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST
CEMETERY

Can you hear me?

Loud and clear.

Sweeper. Orange suit.

Alpha, I've found the tomb.

Now what?

Someone has laid fresh flowers.

Hey. You. Stop right there.

I'm telling you to stop.

- Hey, can I ask you a question?
- Sorry, ma'am, I'm working.

Hey! Stop right there.

Hey! Stop.

Hey! You son of a bitch!

Stop!

Shit!

Stop! Hey!

Okay, freeze! Freeze.

Hands, let me see them.

Turn around. Turn around.

The gun you've got there,
put it down slowly, okay? Slowly.

Keep walking.

Easy. That's it.

Ancares. Where is Ancares?

You find that funny? Huh?

Drop your weapons!

Drop your weapons, motherfuckers!

You'd better drop your weapons.

Go on, God damn it!

Okay. Play along with them.
Okay, okay, okay.

The bag.

Give him your bag.

The bag!

All good?

You know the drill.

You guys, you can leave.

- Quickly.
- Come on, God damn it!

Come on, let's go.

The old man doesn't want the girl.

Hey!

God! Fucking hell!

Good, good. We're almost there.

We're here.

That's it. Come on, let's go.

Slowly. Get in.

Come on, let's go.

Everything all right at the embassy?

Of course it is.
Nothing ever happens at that embassy.

Did you need to put on this circus?

You're supposed to be a professional.

That's not the attitude.

I'm going to ask you again,
why are you looking for me?

To protect you.

Jes�s Bao.

You're not able to protect yourself.
What's your nom de guerre?

Zeta.

Is everyone okay at the House
on Cuesta de las Perdices?

We call it "the Center" now.

Lots of Colombian women at the Center?

Joint mission, until your goons
threw her out of a moving van.

- Why is Colombia looking for me?
- You know why.

To clarify what happened 37 years ago
on Colombian soil.

Operation Ci�naga. What happened?

I'll ask the questions for now.
Okay, Zeta?

You've been to my house
and you've seen my family. How are they?

Why don't you enlighten me
with your wisdom and tell me what you see?

Do you have any other family
that needs protection?

Very good, Zeta. The kid did his homework.

In Spain, it's on record
that you were married and had a child.

That life belonged to �ric Baena.

You know where �ric Baena
has been buried for 34 years.

Be very careful with this life, Zeta,
very careful. It's complicated.

The Center will allow you
to live many lives, many lives.

All those lives, Zeta,
you'll live them in exchange for your own.

Mine is there now, in Estonia, in Tallinn.

- Will you protect my family, yes or no?
- I've already told you, that's my job.

But you'll have to tell us
about Operation Ci�naga

and why it could hurt us.

How do you intend to save my life
by taking shots in the dark?

There are no records of the mission.
We assume that CESID shredded everything.

There was nothing to shred.
It was the '80s.

Who wants you dead and why?

Calm down. Always stay calm.

The whole mission was set up
around a Colombian estate

very close to Medell�n. La Ci�naga.

Why did the Center act on its own
in foreign territory?

Because we came to La Ci�naga
following a cocaine star,

a guy who was sharp as hell. Sito Baltar.

Sito Baltar?

The CNI doesn't deal
with drug trafficking.

Sito was the bait to get to Tirapu.

The ETA member.

Asier Zabaltegui, alias "Tirapu."

The biggest son of a bitch
in ETA's all-powerful military wing.

How Tirapu ended up in Colombia

is the beginning of our tragedy,
yours and mine.

In the '80s, Tirapu had a meteoric rise
through ETA's young recruits.

He wasn't even 25 and he was
already leading the Biscay Command.

And the kid had what it took.

If he could sense Spanish in you,
you were dead.

Instinctively, without even realizing it,

Tirapu had become a rising star
in the world of terrorism,

a perfect killing machine.

Until he went too far.

Hit it, hit it!

Damn it! Shit!

There it is!

Fuck, he's still alive.

Get rid of that dog!

After that massacre,
the government decided to eliminate him.

They gave us carte blanche,
an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

That way, the government could score
some political points.

The problem was
that ETA saw the move coming

and exiled its star terrorist to Colombia.

How did you locate Tirapu?

National Police intelligence informed us
that the narco, Sito Baltar,

met regularly with Tirapu,
and we obviously followed that lead.

Slowly.

Slowly, okay?
This isn't sand, this costs money.

Sito Baltar. What a character.

Paco! You hear me? Paco!

In the '80s, Sito Baltar was
the undisputed king of moving cocaine,

and like any good king, he had total
control over certain ports in Colombia

from which shipments
sailed out to the world.

Sito paid well and kept everyone happy.

If you got in his way, he'd make it clear
who ruled both sides of the Atlantic.

Because Sito Baltar knew he was
well protected by his friends in the FARC.

Man. You look good in green, dude.

- How's the family? Good?
- Good, all good.

By protecting him, the guerrilla
was feeding its own business,

and it wasn't the revolution.

It was cocaine and weapons.

Like my mom used to say,
the little fish that bites its own tail.

The deal was simple.

ETA trained the FARC
in making and handling explosives,

and the FARC supplied weapons to ETA.

And Baltar, for a nice cut,
brought those weapons into Euskadi.

We take the tip,
heat it and, at the same time...

Hey!

So we've got a narco
with his ports and his ships,

a guerrilla army
with its soldiers and weapons,

and a well-camouflaged ETA member
sending loads of weapons back home.

- What are we missing here?
- The weapons. Where did they come from?

From La Ci�naga,

the ranch of the most impressive
arms dealer in the Americas.

Who?

I'll give you another history lesson.

In 1985, that is, 40 years ago,
I was in charge of...

Let's call it "illegal port traffic."

And sometimes, mainly by luck,

we were ahead of the curve
and we were able to prevent

a small portion of the weapons
from entering Spain.

What the hell are you doing, asshole?
Keep still.

Give me that.

It was in one of those operations
that we discovered

the name of the person
supplying the weapons

that ended up
in ETA's all-powerful military wing.

Furiase. Teo Furiase.

Teo Furiase, aka "the Fury of God."

Furiase had built
his entire life in La Ci�naga.

It was his home, his temple, his bunker.

And we found out
Furiase was completely untouchable.

He had built his empire by bribing judges,
businessmen, and politicians,

who let him operate freely
across Latin America.

We never would've gone after him
if he hadn't made contact with Tirapu.

But he did. And that's how five of us
from the Agency ended up in Colombia.

Hey.

- Just a second.
- My turn.

No, nothing.

Tirapu was a pro. He never so much
as stuck a toe out of La Ci�naga's door.

Time and money were running out,
and we had nothing.

Our higher-ups started losing patience.

How did you manage to find him?

A tip-off.

- A tip-off?
- A tip-off. It's always a tip-off.

Was your source trustworthy?

I would have trusted him with my life.

He provided us
with the day, time and place

of an exchange of briefcases between
the Fury of God, Baltar and Tirapu.

The Holy Trinity of sons of bitches
together in the same place.

- Have you seen all this I put on for you?
- How wonderful.

The site was very tricky.
Families, children...

But it was our only chance.

Tirapu was leaving Colombia that night,
and the five of us on Operation Ci�naga

were convinced that the mission
would be quick and clean.

I guess if someone is taking revenge
on the CNI 37 years later,

it's because the operation
was not as clean as you had imagined.

- What went wrong?
- Keep one thing in mind.

Tirapu was a colossal son of a bitch,
but he was no fool.

Okay, they're here.

Tirapu chose to be seen
on the big day of the festival,

the day he knew
he would have maximum protection,

with all those families
as his best shield.

- Hey!
- Hi!

How are you?

A cover agent's worst nightmare,

causing civilian casualties
in a foreign country.

Tirapu knew that no one would go after him
in such an environment.

We had no choice. We had to abort.

But it wasn't aborted.

Hunting down Tirapu
had become a state matter.

He was leaving Colombia
and there might not be another chance.

And to make matters even worse,
that day, someone warned Furiase.

They had discovered
that we were on to them.

And it all went to shit.

I was a kid.

That was the most fucked-up moment
of my first life as an agent.

Who do you think
might be taking revenge on you?

Anyone connected to any of the people
we took out at that festival.

What do you think?

Let's do this, okay?

You and I are going to Bogot�.

Right now.

The DNI has questions for you.

First, you're going to tell Grandma
something, Little Zeta Riding Hood.

Why the hell do you want to meet the wolf?

I came to protect you and that's
what I plan to do. We're leaving.

Tell them to put down their weapons.
I won't tell you twice.

I'm curious.
I want to see how you plan on doing that.

My partner is aiming at you.
So don't fool around.

- Watch out!
- Son of a bitch!

Drop the fucking weapons! On the ground!

Put the fucking guns on the ground!

- Easy, easy.
- Weapons down.

Drop the guns!

The kid is leaving now!

Guns on the ground!

The kid is leaving!

Put the gun down! Drop it!

And get the fucking stuff in the bag.
Come on!

His things...

His things in the backpack.

All the stuff in the bag.

Take out the backpack.

I've listened to you long enough.

Come on, hurry up. Quickly!

- Easy does it.
- Forget it. Grab it.

Grab the bag, damn it.

Go. Come on. Let's go. You, don't move.

I'll blow your fucking head off.

That way, damn it!

- Drop the gun!
- Stop! Drop it!

I'll shoot him in the head!

Put down your weapons!

Relax! Put down your weapons.

Put down your weapons.

Everything's all right!

Everything's fine. Put it down.

The car keys.

Give me the keys.

The bitch! Go get her, run!

Come on, let's go that way!

Get the fuck out of there! Get out!

Quit doing that, God damn it!

Come on, damn it.

You fucking lost.

- You lost.
- Don't shoot me, please.

- I'm going to kill this bitch.
- Don't shoot me.

Easy. Easy!

- Let him fucking go!
- Let him go now, bitch! Fuck!

- Relax.
- Where's the guy with the motorcycle?

Come on, damn it, get a move on!

Drive, let's go!

He's crazy! Didn't you see me?

- Where are you going?
- To the bathroom.

BOGOTA. THE DNI.
IN 5 HOURS WE ACTIVATE

Everything okay?

Everything's wrong, thank God.

COLOMBIAN INTELLIGENCE SERVICE (DNI)
BOGOT� (COLOMBIA)

Hello. Alpha.

- Elena Faron. Pleasure.
- Hugo Landa.

Alpha.

Elena Faron, Hugo Landa.

They're waiting for us inside.

Ancares, come with me.

Zeta, you'd better wait at the hotel.

- This way.
- So my duty's done?

Basically, you're not cleared to enter.

But your hotel is right across the street.
You can walk there.

Get some rest.
You deserve it. Talk to you later.

Excuse me, sir.
Please, all your belongings here.

I'm sorry, but I have to keep this.

Good move. Come this way.

Thank you.

Good morning. Everything is fine here.
She slept through the night

If you don't mind,
I'd prefer the abridged version.

Colombia is after something
related to the murders of our agents.

We don't know what,

but they're threatening
a diplomatic crisis if we don't cooperate.

They insist the only person
who can help them is you.

And in exchange, they'll give us
the culprit of the embassy murders.

That is a priority for the minister.
We need to answer to public opinion.

Don't lie, Landa.
The minister needs to float in the shit,

which is what ministers do.
They float in the shit.

Zeta knows my conditions,

I collaborate with you one last time
and disappear. Alive.

- Forever. Yeah?
- Very well.

- Fine.
- Now, if you'll excuse me,

I've got Jordan on the hoop.

- Excuse me?
- I need to shit.

Don't you guys shit?
Of course, you guys never shit!

- We'll wait for you over there.
- Jeez.

Come on.

- Hands.
- Hey, relax.

Who are you?

Well, the old Spaniard sent us.

Ancares?

- No idea what name he goes by now, but...
- Hold it right there.

Very well.

I'm Marlon,
this is Flaco, and this is Vivi.

We come unarmed...

and we just want to help.

Help with what?

The old man will tell you that.
For now, you have to trust us.

Flaco.

Easy. Put what you have in your backpack
on the table, come on. Go on, both of you.

- Deploying equipment.
- Very well.

All right, on the table.
And no funny business, okay?

Okay.

- Come on.
- Okay, okay.

Pass me the earbuds.

Good.

Let's get to work.

Marlon, do you copy?

Marlon, do you copy?

Darling!

It's good to hear your voice
after so long, brother.

Hey, we're at the hotel across the street
with your new boyfriend.

Zeta, just listen now

and learn a little from your elders.

Marlon, something smells rotten in here,
but I don't know what it is yet.

I need you to be my eyes out there, okay?

Well, don't worry.

That's what I'm here for.

And we're all in, working for you.

But you have to listen to me
and not talk until I tell you.

I'm in your hands, Marlon.

And when I'm in your hands,
you get very happy.

And that makes me nervous as hell.

Well, that's love, honey.

That's what love is.

- Elena Faron.
- Welcome!

- I've been looking forward to meeting you.
- Me too.

- Hugo Landa.
- How are you?

- Please be seated.
- Thank you.

- Good evening, gentlemen.
- Good evening.

Well, I'm Diana Herrera.
Welcome to Colombia.

Diana Herrera and Diana the Huntress,

I finally put a face to the person
responsible for this festival.

You know a lot
about festivals in Colombia, don't you?

Yes, quite a lot.
Who are the Three Tenors?

Mr. Shepherd, Mr. Sheep and Mr. Dog.

Diana, what you need here
is a good veterinarian.

He's still the same old son of a bitch.

I heard about your good sense of humor.

But don't worry, I'm the one driving.

They're just here to make sure
we don't go off the road.

That's right.
And, as you'll see, we brought you here

because the DNI wants to clarify
what happened on Colombian soil in 1987.

You didn't need to kidnap me for that.

Kidnap you? Sorry, sir,
we brought you here to make peace.

Of course. And you're talking
to the dove of peace right now.

He's yanking their chain.

And I think you'd better
put that piece away before it goes off.

Well then, are you Salvador Ancares?

Yes, for a long time now.

- And before that, you were called...
- Baena. �ric Baena.

- You know it. Let's get to the point.
- Of course.

A unit of yours operated illegally
on Colombian soil

to catch a Spanish terrorist.

The mission ended in a massacre.
We need to assign responsibility.

Define "responsibility."

The person who gave the order to open fire

in a public place
filled with families on a holiday.

That person is in front of you right now.

The photo, Alonso, please.

Twenty dead and dozens injured.

The statute of limitations
has expired, Diana.

I don't understand what the fuck
we're doing here. It's expired.

Do you know what I don't understand?
The next one, Alonso, please.

Mr. Ancares, we have obtained some images
of you on the day of the embassy bombings.

They're stinging you, dude.

Can you see anything unusual about them?

Be very careful with what you say.

No.

No?

No, all normal.
I see intelligence agent stuff.

Don't you find it suspicious that
the only survivor of Operation Ci�naga

is its top commander?

And even more suspicious, the assassin
didn't try to kill him, but to kidnap him.

Has my kidnapper been identified?

No, he's not on file.

Nor any of those responsible
for the embassy bombings.

Of course he hasn't been identified.

It takes a lot of money, resources,
a Diana the Huntress like you

to reach that level
of professionalism and invisibility.

And you already know all of this
because you know exactly who hired them.

And we'll tell you. In due time.

Right, so, I would like to ask you this.

Did you have contact
with the deceased in recent months?

We know you did, Mr. Ancares.

You just need to confirm.

That's correct.

A journalist contacted Celia
about a month ago.

She knew a lot of details about Ci�naga

and wanted to talk to all of us
to publish a report.

It shouldn't have been that day.

There were too many civilians.
It got out of hand.

- Did you have contact with her?
- No, I didn't.

But the five of us met up
because we didn't know how to proceed.

LONDON (UNITED KINGDOM)

Celia informed us that the journalist
knew everything about the operation

and that she didn't reveal
who her source was,

but she knew things that only
those of us involved could know.

So, obviously,
that meeting was very tense.

Could you be more precise?

You know they're playing games.

They're going to shoot at any moment.

Let's see...

Do you have the name of the journalist?

Does your intelligence center
know you're dumb?

Mr. Ancares, be very careful with me.
We're not in Spain, okay?

I'll ask you the question again.

Do you have the name of the journalist?
Yes or no? It's very simple, even for you.

There was no journalist.

The journalist was bait to mark us
and, subsequently, eliminate us.

Who? Who wanted to eliminate you?

This is a bore, Diana.
We're not making any progress.

Would you be so kind
as to tell us who it is?

What is it?

Fucking interference.

- Did you hear that?
- Yes.

We're not the only ones listening in.

The signal's coming
from the hotel. Above us.

Boss, keep doing what you're doing
and look out the window.

We're being spied on.

Why did you disappear
after the incident in Tallinn?

Because I was so scared

that I was literally
crapping liquid in my pants.

Right, but you could've asked
the CNI for help.

Sure, I could.

I could've done that.

- But I didn't.
- Why not?

Let's cut the bullshit,
Diana the Huntress.

It was clear someone had betrayed us.

That someone could only be from the CNI,

or from another agency with access
to very sensitive intel.

Twenty dead in a foreign country,
that's sensitive enough.

From here on out,
nothing that happens will be accidental.

Because coincidences, Diana,
don't exist in our line of work.

I don't understand. What do you mean?

I'm saying the shit we're floating in
right now is 12 floors deep.

This floor, you and I...

are up to here in it.

If we keep playing spy games,

that shit's going to rise at least
eight floors higher.

So you decide.

- Twentieth floor.
- Confirmed.

Twentieth floor, room 20-06.

- Vivi, go.
- What are we playing at,

with all the shit
that you and I have, Diana...

Let's recap.

Alonso.

In 1987, there was carnage
on the most important day

of the Flower Festival in Medell�n.

The massacre was attributed
to a war between cartels.

Until we discovered that a group
of Spanish spies acted without our consent

and were responsible for the operation.

And now someone is eliminating them.

Esteban Furiase, Teo Furiase's firstborn
and heir to his empire.

Okay, clear.

All clear. You can come up.

Good.

Thirty-seven years ago,

Esteban Furiase lost his father
in your sloppy operation.

He's looking for you
and he's going after each one of you.

We found out
and we want to know what happened

before another shit show like that
blows up in our faces.

- Any developments?
- Marlon, it's all bugged.

Boss, you have a mole in there with you.

The bug is broadcasting live.

Track the IP.

- It's showing as Medell�n.
- Medell�n?

A ranch.

It's La Ci�naga.

Boss, it's Esteban Furiase.

I need you to understand
the situation right now.

One of the people in that room with you

is a goddamn mole
from Esteban Furiase's cartel.

Cough if you want us to cut the feed,
but that person will notice.

It seems like the case has been solved.

We already have our killer, don't we?

As you say, Elena, it seems.

The idea that Esteban Furiase is avenging

the death of his father
is a solid hypothesis,

but it's still just a hypothesis.

You have the evidence that Esteban Furiase
is behind the murders.

Arrest him
and we'll handle the extradition.

- No, it's not that simple.
- Why?

We'll hand over Esteban Furiase,

but only when we have the full story.
We're missing the key piece.

So let's go back to the beginning.

Why kill four agents and keep you alive?

I understand.

What do you understand, Ancares?

I understand the issue.

Let's pull the plug. We're going
to burst their fucking eardrums.

Take that, motherfucker.

All right, boss.

Time to dance salsa, sweetheart.
So I hope you're in shape, you old sissy.

I need La Ci�naga's
security protocols, now. Now!

Got it.

Should we stop?

No, it's okay.

So, Esteban Furiase.

One of two things,
either you don't have enough evidence

to go after him or you can't go after him
because he has very powerful friends.

We've all been in a situation like that
at one time or another, Diana.

- Does he still live in La Ci�naga?
- Yes, he still lives there.

He practically never leaves. Why?

Years ago,
La Ci�naga was like a fortress.

You couldn't get in or out.

I imagine it's still like that, correct?

I see you know exactly
how things work, don't you?

Look, stepping into Mr. Furiase's house
would be an act of war.

Especially if we have no evidence.

Diana, go in.

Do it right.

Leave no trace,
and we'll all live happily ever after.

You mean, "do it right"
like you did in Operation Ci�naga?

No, we're not authorizing it for now.

I am sure, my brother,

that there's someone else spying on us.

So don't let them screw you over first.

Let's lay our cards on the table.

Okay, Diana?

What do you want from me?

I already told you.

We want the person
responsible for the massacre.

Here goes.

Get the shield ready, brother.

The person who's truly responsible.

We want Casiel.

Casiel?

You never told your people?

- Do you people know who Casiel is?
- No.

Ancares,

can you clarify who Casiel is

and why he is not in our files?

Those motherfuckers know.

Who is Casiel?

- I can't say that.
- Are you deaf or what?

I'm asking you a question.

That's for the old Spaniard to tell you.

Only the five of us from La Ci�naga
had information about that name.

And Casiel.

Either tell me how you got to Casiel,
or this ends here.

No, the intel isn't coming from the dead,
it's coming from the Furiase clan.

So either you're missing something,
or you're yanking our chain, partner.

In an operation three weeks ago,
we discovered that Furiase

had been keeping some information secret
for more than 30 years.

We had an insider
who brought us valuable information.

All right, Andresito.

See this little camera?

You're going to tell it
everything you told us.

That's it.

Go on. Relax,
nothing's going to happen to you.

The money and the ticket are ready.
Nothing's going to happen, man. Go on.

The boss was totally obsessed
with that Spanish guy, Ancares.

And he ordered all his embassy colleagues
to be taken out.

I want us to go all out with this party.

- I'll take care of it. Leave it to me.
- Of course. No, buddy, don't worry.

- Andresito. Ciao, my love.
- Boss, take care.

I went into the house when the boss left
and I cloned his computers then.

You hear me?

I opened the drawers
and found a smaller computer inside.

I cloned it.

And then I noticed
that there was also an envelope.

I opened it and inside was a card
with a handwritten name on it.

And what was that name?

Casiel.

There you go. That's it.

We're looking at Furiase's computer,
where we found that hidden folder.

Who is Casiel, Mr. Ancares?

So, you have his guy's testimony
and the computer evidence. Go get Furiase.

We've already established
that entering Furiase's house

would be a declaration of war.

Besides, Andresito showed up dead
two days after those images.

Wow, what a coincidence.

Okay.

I'll give you Casiel when you guarantee
my safety and my family's.

And you'll only be able to guarantee that
once Esteban Furiase goes down, okay?

Your call. Take it or leave it.

Where are you going?

I'm going for a smoke.

You guys have a lot to talk about.

One last thing, you have
an Esteban Furiase soldier in this room.

- He's bugged the microphones, the cameras...
- Go get him!

Oh, my word...

Easy, Diana, easy.

Everything's fine for now.
We've managed to disconnect their signal.

Remember that my offer is nonnegotiable.

You give me Esteban, I give you Casiel.

I want that in writing, Elena.

- I don't agree with this.
- No.

When this is over,
I want all three of you in my office.

- Diana.
- I told you not now.

Keep your hands open.

Keep monitoring, keep monitoring.

You're a real son of a bitch,
but you're a genius, Marlon.

You're a sly dog, boss.

Ancares, who is Casiel?

Relax, Zeta, relax.

We just exposed one of his soldiers
inside the heart of the DNI,

so it's very likely they've infiltrated
the part of the CNI that exposed us.

As for Casiel, one thing at a time.

Right now, it's not safe
to share anything.

Did he break down
and tell you who he was working for?

Only that an intermediary
offered him money

to tap the building's cameras
and microphones, nothing more.

A journalist, an intermediary...
Esteban Furiase is doing his homework.

But there's good news.
The DNI agrees to your demands,

in exchange for you handing over Casiel.

Ancares, who is Casiel?
Why didn't the CNI have any record of him?

What the fuck do the Colombians
want to do with Casiel?

I have no fucking idea, nor do I care.

Was he an agent of ours?

Did he gave the order to act

and that's why
he was taken out of circulation?

Ancares, who is he?
Why are you protecting him?

What's wrong? I can't hear anything.

What happened?

We lost him.

Why do you think Casiel is a man?

Is Casiel a woman?

With all her light and darkness,

she's been the most loyal agent
the House has ever known.

We asked her for Tirapu,
and she gave us Tirapu,

sacrificing the unimaginable.

Her name.

Is she still alive?

I could give you her name,
but you'll never get Casiel.

Why?

Because the Casiel you and I knew
doesn't exist anymore.

She doesn't operate like we do now.

But her loyalty's still alive, isn't it?

Don't give me that fucking look.
That's why you chose her son,

because you knew he'd see it through.

Ancares, don't play with fire.

You and I will play with fire
in this life and in the next.

Casiel is Pilar.

And that's the end
of the fucking conversation.

Come back here.

Check if there's some kind
of signal jammer.

- Will this take long?
- I don't know.

You're the one who knows around here...

But I don't know.

What role did Pilar play in Ci�naga?

I can't tell you that yet.

How long have you known
that Iago is your son?

It's my family, Elena.
I was always a little ahead of you all.

Are you going to tell him?

In good time. For now,
let everyone keep thinking

that Casiel is a man, okay?

And why are you telling me?

If I don't survive,
you have to do what it takes

to get these motherfuckers
to take Furiase out of the equation.

You know perfectly well that Colombia
will not officially act against Furiase.

He's too powerful.

But they're offering
support for your team.

Are you schizophrenic, Elena?
Can you see any team right now?

You are our best asset here.
You have contacts.

Elena, I'm retired.

- Retired people go fishing.
- Ancares, I want Furiase,

and the price is Casiel's identity.

So we get Furiase, you rat out Casiel,

I get protection for you and your family,

and you go fishing.
For as long as you want.

Someday you won't float in the shit
anymore and I'll be there to see it.

Are you guys there?

Hey! Hey. What happened?

Find out why the fuck you can't hear me.

Ancares, the signal went.
What did we miss?

You're not going to like it, Marlo.
Not one fucking bit.

I'm on my way.

Very well.

Pack everything up,
we're going to Medell�n.

Let's go.

What did the official tell you?

That $250,000 buys 15 minutes of darkness.

We'd agreed on 30 minutes.

Welcome to Medell�n, Colombia.

Well, for 15 minutes,
we'll be ghosts in that maze.

Then we're left with our pants down.

If we want to quit,
this is the time to do it. It's up to you.

Marlon, over to you.

Very well. Welcome to La Ci�naga,

Daddy Teo's estate.

Upgraded with the best technology,

security cameras with motion sensors,

and biometric sensors inside the house.

Your contact will disable
the security, won't he?

No, madam. The 250 only covered
disabling passive security.

I'll handle the generators.

What I have no clue about is
who's going to deal

with that pack of motherfuckers.

How many men?

Twelve on the ranch
and a few trusted ones inside the house.

Main bedroom?

From the size,
we think this is the master bedroom,

so Esteban and Miss Venezuela 2015
are sleeping here.

And in this one, the children.

- How many children in total?
- Two, the pair.

That asshole lives with his mother-in-law.

- You have to be a real sissy--
- I want that bastard alive.

Documents, wire transfers,
payments to hit men.

To extradite him, we have to link him
to the embassy murders,

and I'm not settling
for four shitty laptop photos. Got it?

Fifteen minutes. Quick and clean.
When you have the package,

Marlon will pick you up
at the meeting point.

That's right.

Zeta. Alive.

Very good. Flaco. Vivi.

We should be one hour from blackout.

One hour.

What happened?

Guys, what happened to the lights?

Send five over there.

What's going on?

Boss, all of La Ci�naga is without power.

The generator?

It's been tampered with, boss.

- Let's go get the children.
- Baby, what's happening?

Princess, wake up.

- Wake up, little princess.
- Sweetie, my prince.

- It's going to be all right.
- Wake up, my love.

- It will be all right.
- Is something wrong?

- It'll be all right.
- Nothing, the power went out.

Take the children to the living room.

Come on, sweetie. Let's go. That's it.

Everything in order?

Yes, sir.

We have all the men combing the estate.

But if you need to grab something,
you better do it now.

From the office.

Call for backup.
Bring in the paramilitaries.

Careful, to the right.

Let's go!

Let's go.

You're ten minutes in.

What's going on?

- No signal.
- Relax, relax, relax.

You guys hide behind the couch.

Anita, come here. Take it.

I'm sorry, they're coming for me.

- Esteban, what's going on?
- Protect the children.

- My love, what about you?
- Protect the children!

I'll be right back. Don't move from here.

- Take good care of them.
- Yes, sir.

Right away! We have to protect the boss!

Fire!

Are you okay?

Two minutes. We have to go.

Get them out of there, now.

Drop your weapon, Furiase.

Drop it! Open the curtain.
Open the curtain.

You were the one who deceived me.

What the fuck are you doing?

Self-defense. Let's go.

Marlon reports that the power is back on.

There are several paramilitary cars
heading for La Ci�naga.

Zeta, do you have Esteban Furiase?

- I don't think they're receiving us.
- Zeta!

- Paramilitaries one minute away.
- Ancares, get them out of there.

Boss, the paramilitaries are here.

I'll have a hard time
getting your mob out.

- Come on.
- Get them out.

- Marlon, meeting point.
- She's injured.

Extraction, God damn it! Move!

Get in!

- Come on!
- Quick. Let's go.

Get in.

Go, drive! Drive!

It'll pass in a minute.

I know.

- Go, go, go!
- Furiase's cell phone.

Thank God there were only 12 men.

Twelve, twenty-four, thirty-six...

- It's all the same.
- Don't bust my balls!

Fine.

Grandpa, returning to base.
The pair are safe and sound.

Okay, good.

- All right.
- All right, then.

Okay, very good.
Very good job. Very good work.

Right, Zeta. Furiase?

- Dead.
- What?

Alpha took him out.

- Shit. Fuck. But why?
- Self-defense.

Furiase's phone.

At least we have something.

Thanks, Zeta. Good job.
Let's see what we get out of it.

Very good job.

Good job? Furiase is dead, you know?

What's with that face?

Would you have preferred
to be the dead one?

Well, no.

One less son of a bitch.
We're all glad, Iago.

Boss, she's fine.

A shot to the vest, a hard hit,
and a big scare. That's all.

I'm sure you're proud
of the shitty job you've done.

You're a real brute.

Roll it back.

- This?
- Yeah, it got stuck.

I'm not so sure.

- Yes, rewind it.
- Okay.

How are you doing?

- Everything is in order. Thank you.
- Okay.

- You have something, right?
- No, for the moment, there's nothing.

- Any good news on that phone?
- No.

Nothing yet.

Well then.

Your turn. Where's Casiel?

You just get well.
We'll talk about it later.

Alpha, the deal was Furiase. Alive.

Dead or alive.
What you needed was evidence against him.

You have his cell phone.

I'll tell you what, Alpha.

As soon as we know
what's on that cell phone, we'll talk.

Casiel. Or none of you are going anywhere.

- Elena.
- Coming.

Okay, Ancares.

That's it.

It's about fucking time you start talking.

Where's Casiel?

Why are you so protective of her?

Right, I'm protecting her.

I'm protecting her.

How do you know Casiel is a woman?
I've never told anyone who isn't dead.

Don't underestimate me.
It was me who unearthed the case.

We've been after her for years.

Casiel was...

our most valuable source of intel.

Getting into La Ci�naga was impossible,

so the House did
the only thing they're good at.

They sent a woman undercover.

A woman whose identity and role
were kept completely secret.

Back then, her name was Sara Varela.

She joined the National Police

because her father was one
of the Civil Guardsmen killed by Tirapu.

- Long live the Civil Guard!
- Long may it live!

Her motivation was very strong.

That's why she was going to be
so valuable to us,

because she would be loyal to the end.
And she was.

Obviously, they sent her to Colombia
to win over the Fury of God

- and get to Tirapu through him.
- Sara.

- In�s. Pleased to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

- �ric.
- How's it going? Nice to meet you.

- Lucas.
- Nice to meet you.

Furiase had lost his wife,
and getting her into his bed

seemed a reasonable option
to obtain information.

Well, damn.

Pretty, isn't she?

Average.

Average?

Sara, this is La Ci�naga.

These are the three zones
we'll use to exchange intel.

We'll need to come up with a name.

We instructed her on the case

and it was us who turned her
into an undercover agent.

Sara Varela ceased to exist
and became Ana V�zquez.

But we, for safety's sake,
baptized her as Casiel, an acronym.

The initials of our six names.

Only the six of us knew her by that name.

Well?

- She was a goddess.
- Shall we? Here.

Furiase would crumble
like rubble at her feet.

Good old Teo Furiase
drowned his sorrows at the Sausalito,

a place for rich kids
on the outskirts of Medell�n.

We just had to put Casiel on the hook
and wait for him to take the bait.

And he did.

Pedrito, who's that chick?

- Ana, Mr. Furiase.
- Pleased to meet you.

Sara became Teo's favorite pastime.
She began to see and hear things.

And so noble.

Well, and so well surrounded.
This is wonderful too, really.

Come on. To Furiase, of course.

- This is...
- Whoa! Wow.

Yes, that's what you need, yes.

A gift that...

Every Monday,
she would give me her reports.

We would meet incognito, obviously, and...

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

One day, the inevitable happened
and it got complicated.

Why don't we leave this all behind?

Surely they can send in others.

I'm not leaving
until I bust that son of a bitch.

And she put her life on the line
to find out

everything about the batch of weapons
that Tirapu was going to buy from Furiase.

The day, the time, the place, everything.

A perfect operation
if it weren't for one small detail.

Tirapu was supposed to be the...

finishing touch to so much sacrifice,
but that day everything went wrong.

I'm taking the girl
to the Flower Festival.

- Have fun, then.
- Yes.

I think we'll be back by 5:00 p.m.

- Sure, I'll be here.
- Playing it safe, right? Okay, great.

The op went sideways the moment
all those civilians got in the way.

And it could get worse.

And it did.

Get me another.

Motherfucker.

To the folks back home,

as we say here.

You have a call.

Please excuse me.

Come on. Dad!

That woman's bad, she's deceiving you.

She's a bitch.

And I swear that, for a moment,

Sara and I were about to wrap it up
like any another mission, but...

Who the fuck are you?

Mommy!

We were just kids.

None of us were prepared for that,
none of us.

- Mommy!
- None of us.

Wake up!

All I cared about
was getting her out of there.

We were all guilty, and in a way, we all...

died that afternoon.

What happened after Ci�naga?

Look.

Like this. Wave like this.

They pulled us out of Colombia,
kept us under wraps for a good while,

and when we got back to Spain,

Sara and I focused
on what really mattered,

starting a family.

- Our son was born, and our plan...
- What the fuck are you saying?

- ...was to stay involved--
- Fuck you!

- Calm down!
- What the fuck are you saying?

Zeta!

- I should rip your fucking head off, man!
- Calm down, damn it!

- I swear I will, you clown.
- This is an order! Stop!

- You're a fucking clown!
- Shut up, that's enough, damn it.

- Don't fucking touch me.
- That's enough!

You're a fucking clown.
You're a clown, man.

- Okay. That's enough, man, damn it.
- Fuck you. Clown!

Are you okay? Zeta.

Look...

I don't know what's going on between you.

What I do know is that Casiel was the one
who started the shooting at the festival.

So stop with the bullshit
and tell me where she is.

Our plan was to stay tied
to the service, under the radar.

But when our son turned one,

the House told us Colombia
and the Furiase clan were investigating

who was behind the massacre.

If they found out, we were dead.

So CESID pulled us out,

because it was the only way
they could protect themselves.

You have your destination

and the necessary information
to start a new life.

So they faked our deaths
and buried us all.

Sara became Pilar
and I became Salvador Ancares.

Sara had crossed lines

the House would never
take responsibility for.

That's why they pulled us out of Spain
for good, with new identities.

And we were both ready
to start a new life,

another one, far away from Spain,

but at that time,
too much had happened between us.

And only I got on that plane.

Ancares, this Pilar, Casiel,

whatever her name is,
where can we find her?

I don't know.

And have you heard from your son?

Not a trace.

Landa.

This all smells rotten
to you too, doesn't it?

I still don't know where the stench
is coming from...

but I'm going to find out, partner.

What bullshit is that clown talking about?

- Zeta, I know it's hard.
- What is hard?

I know it's hard to digest.

Ancares told me about it at the DNI,
and we found documents

- linking your mother to Operation Ci�naga.
- What are you saying?

- That my mother is an agent?
- I know it's hard to understand,

but Ancares isn't lying.

You guys are going
to drive me fucking crazy.

I don't know who's lying and who's not.
I want an explanation.

- And I'll give it to you.
- I want you to tell me now.

Look, I don't care. Tell me now.

We'll talk later. We'll talk later.

Do we know how many people
were killed in the operation yet?

They've counted 15 so far,
but there will definitely be more.

We'll see, because Furiase
can't tell us anything anymore.

But we have the phone
and there's much information there, right?

Let's see what we find.

- Has anything else shown up?
- No. Hello.

How are you? Are you okay?

Yes.

- Do we know anything? Do we have him?
- Negative.

Casiel is a woman, as I imagined.
She changed her identity several times.

Currently, her name is Pilar,

and that is the only useful thing
Ancares told us.

Right...

That guy's yanking our chain.

Okay.

Let's see what we can get out of him.

Please accompany the Spaniards
to the hotel

while we corroborate the information.

What? No, no, no. No way.
We're going back to Spain.

Of course, naturally, you can return
to Spain whenever you want,

but Ancares stays here
until we have Casiel.

- That's not what we agreed.
- We want her whereabouts.

We do not know. Look,

we can help you look for her,
but today, we're leaving,

and he's coming with us.

- That plane is not leaving.
- Landa.

Ms. Herrera, if in the next hour,
that plane is not leaving for Spain,

I will have to call the minister.
Or the president, which will be worse.

Sure.

- You win, Ms. Faron. But...
- All right.

...Alpha goes with you to Spain,

and we'll continue
the investigation there, all right?

Great, that's a win-win situation.

- It was a pleasure meeting you.
- Likewise.

- We're there if you need anything.
- Same here.

This life is very hard, it's...

But it's what we love. You get used to it.

How long have you known who I am?

A father always needs to be
two steps ahead of his son.

And you abandon your family?

No, it's not that simple.

Your mother wasn't cut out for this life.

She didn't want to be tied
to the service. But I did.

I did. So I decided to disappear.

At the time,
it seemed like a legitimate decision.

Why did they want you alive?

You and I would have done the same.

We would have wanted
whoever was closest to Casiel alive.

Are you going to tell me
the fucking truth for once?

- The truth.
- Yes.

Who the fuck knows what the truth is?

La Ci�naga swallowed us whole.

Fucking shitty life!

It swallowed us whole
and never spat us back out.

I could never forgive myself
for what we did in Colombia.

Seeing your mother every day
reminded me of it constantly

and we argued and cried, cried and argued.

One day, I woke up yelling at her,

hating her, shaking her,
and told her that...

I was leaving, that I wouldn't come back
until I was ready.

But that never happened.

One day, she called me
to tell me that I was nobody to you,

that she'd told you that I'd died,
that I shouldn't write to you anymore.

Because I was sending you postcards.

Of some amazing places I'd been.

What did you expect?

She decided that I didn't deserve
to exist for you

and I decided to respect that.

Well, you did exist for me.

Zeta, get your things, we're going home.

Leave her alone, okay?

No, don't you worry.
She's a sick old woman.

- They won't be able to extradite her.
- I swear I'll rip your heads off, Elena.

I'll personally see to it that they
do not discover her identity.

Let's go.

For being the worst in your class,
you did a good job.

Thanks.

See you in Madrid.

- It's done.
- Bye. It's been a pleasure.

Hey.

- Elena is wrong.
- How so?

Your mother isn't safe yet. Come.

What are you saying?

Come.

Hey, everybody inside!

Take cover!

Come!

Take cover!

Get inside!

Get inside, damn it!

Okay, hold him there!

Look at me, motherfucker!

Stay with me, stay with me!

Look at me! Damn it, look at me! Fuck!

Up.

Press there, press!

Look at me, motherfucker, look at me!

- Press, damn it!
- Stay with me, motherfucker. Stay with me!

Why the hell
didn't you wait for my signal?

- Did I get him?
- Do you have the recording?

Hold on.

Pulling the hotel job

and making them think Esteban Furiase
was spying on them is one thing.

But a hit inside a fucking military base,
surrounded by armed men

and no time to prep?
That's a whole other story. I want double.

All right. Can I have the recording?

Elena is wrong.

How so?

Your mother isn't safe yet. Come.

You can't hear the last part.

It's the plane, that's not good for shit.

- Can't the audio be recovered?
- No way.

I told you to wait for my signal.

What do we do now?

Put a bullet in his leg,
run away, what? Do we--

Target down. How is Ancares?

We're here today to say goodbye
to our friend, Salvador.

Though we feel an immense emptiness
and deep sorrow at his passing,

his memory will live on in our hearts,

and the love we shared will never fade.

We hope that Salvador's family and friends

find comfort in the memories you shared.

We're here to support you through this.

Pepe, everything okay?

All is well. Your mother
is upstairs with Andreia.

"I know what that is, my friend,"
replied Dixie.

"My mother scolded me whenever she noticed
that I'd gone to the gym to work out."

Hey! Iago has just arrived.

We'll continue another time.
I'll leave you with him.

- Hello.
- Hi.

All right, I'm off.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

I've missed you so much.

You're so brave, Mom.

Drop your weapon.

I said drop your weapon.

On the floor.

How did you do it?

How did you manage
to find the Ci�naga Five?

Everyone has a price.

- Celia.
- Just a moment.

You contacted her,
and she led you to the others.

But they were waiting for you inside too.

- Are you sure she was a journalist?
- I'm not sure of anything,

- otherwise we wouldn't be here.
- Let's be specific.

Take your time, Celia,
what exactly did she tell you?

That she had
sensitive information about Ci�naga.

And that she'd write a book.

And who is the source?

- She wouldn't say.
- Did you tell her anything about her?

Of course not.

But she knew there were six of us

and that the sixth was a woman.

Only someone who was there
and saw us could know that.

Furiase Jr.

No, Furiase Jr. was not
at the festival that afternoon.

Right, but Furiase Jr. knew her.

He let the cat out of the bag
and warned his father.

Do you think she has
something to do with Furiase's son?

He's definitely the one
who'd want payback the most.

They were right.

Furiase and I
wanted every last one of them.

Did she mention Casiel?

Not at all.

Give them the name, we tag her,

and let's see where the hell
this all leads. Okay?

Anyone who said that name
would be marked like a counterfeit bill.

Casiel?

- Can you spell it for me, please?
- Sure.

C-A-S-I...

When you found her
and pretended to be a journalist,

Celia set the bait for you.

When the book comes out,
I'll let you know.

It was only a matter of time.

- Goodbye.
- Until next time.

Received. Thank you.

You used Esteban to carry out the plan
and kill the agents.

At the same time,
you used Andresito's lies

to get the DNI to go after Furiase
and uncover Operation Ci�naga.

Open the curtain.

Once you got to Ancares,
you had no more use for Furiase.

You were the one who betrayed--

I saw you kill him,
it wasn't self-defense.

And the same thing happened to Ancares.
He caught you.

How do you know Casiel is a woman?
I've never told anyone who isn't dead.

Don't underestimate me.

It was me who unearthed the case.

We've been after her for years.

He was about to find out who you were
and you hired the hit man.

Hold still.

Who do you work for?

For myself.

Why the fuck do you want my mother?

I said why the fuck do you want my mother?

I spent my whole life chasing after her.

Your mom caused the festival massacre.

Mommy.

Mommy.

Mommy! Help, please!

I was there.

And I saw her.

Mommy!

Wake up!

While my parents were bleeding to death.

My name is Ainara.

Iago, I have nothing against you.

The DNI is informed.

There have been enough deaths, Ainara.

Listen to me.

You're going to put down
the gun you have there.

The one hidden on your back.

You're going to put it on the table.

It's over.

You have no way out, you have to trust me.

Look.

That's it now.

Put down your weapon.

Okay.

Keep your eyes on me.

Everything's going to be okay.

Keep calm.

That's it.

Leave it there.

There you go.

Hello, Casiel.

- Don't touch me.
- Stay still.

Don't move. Stay still.

Okay, press on it.

Right there. Press.

That's it.

- Don't touch me!
- Stay still. Stay still.

Press and turn on your side.

That's it.

Here, please.

I think that was reckless on your part.

You knew everything from the beginning.

- Thank you very much, Zeta. Truly.
- Elena.

I'm coming.

It's okay.

Mom.

Hey. Talk to me.

Talk to me. Talk to me.

It's over. It's over.

It's over.

It's over.

They were postcards of...

Of some amazing places I'd been to.

For Iago

Dear son,

if you're reading this letter,
it means I will no longer be with you.

It's very difficult for me
to write these words,

but I have to do it,
since I never had the courage to tell you.

I'm leaving. See you in a few days, Mom.

Your father was not killed
in the line of duty.

Don't worry about us. We'll be fine.

Thank you.

- Bye.
- Bye.

When you were very little,
I made the decision to separate.

I know you'll have many questions.

But I only have one answer.

I wanted to protect you. Not from him,
he loved you deeply, but from myself.

I wanted to bury the woman I once was,

and with him, that was impossible.

So I left him and gave him
no chance to be your father.

I know it's unfair to you,

just as it was to him.

The postcards with this letter
were sent by him,

hoping that one day he'd get to see you

and recover the love we lost
when we were different people.

I hope that one day you can forgive me.

I love you.

The man who fooled everyone.

Who, me? No, brother.

That was all planned by your dad.

Nothing could be done.

I'm very sorry.

You have no idea
what kind of old man you have.

See what it takes to kill
that motherfucker,

and the bullet came this close.

How lucky you are to have him.

Where is he?

Leaving already?

I'm going to scratch my balls
in Cartagena.

Good plan.

Why didn't you kill her?

You know she'll be back for you,
don't you?

Have a safe trip.

Just like the old son of a bitch.