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How many will die?

As few as possible while looking real.

You say you want to get back the life
your brother stole from you.

That's the price to pay.

I thought you hated your brother

and you're avenging his murder yourself.

You fucking lost it, Gaizka!

Jamal is in Madrid.

We need to move the operation there now.

- Yes?
- It's Omar. Said, I need help

Omar Jamal was in touch with her.

He'll get in touch again.

- I'm going to Madrid.
- It's a trap.

They're using you as bait, Edurne.

The operation goes to Madrid, but not you.

200,000 euros have been offered.

Will you withdraw the reward?

Once you've apologized
to the mothers of the other victims.

You can't go to Madrid
for the investigation,

but no law stops you
from using your time off

for a bit of tourism.

If they've decided to play dirty,

so can we.

I'm sure she's meeting him.

The restroom has no windows

or air ducts. No way out.

Here's my number.

If he calls, please give him it.

One call to the Ministry and it's over.

Your career is finished.

Did you think
of the maternity leave trick yourself?

I don't know what you mean.

I only came to see the Prado.

I could call this interference

and put losing Aranguren on you.

Half a dozen of your men were in there.

Will anyone believe they lost their target

because of a local police officer?

I'm going to end you.

Fine.

Meanwhile, double surveillance in stations

and expand checks
on motorways going south.

If I was Jamal, I'd flee there.

Finish your coffee.

An agent will take you to the airport

and see that you board a plane to Bilbao.

One more thing.

If you want to come back to Madrid,

think about another job
to raise your child.

Speaking of my child...

he likes Madrid so much
he wants to take a look.

Fuck!

- Edurne, are you OK?
- Yes. I'm fine.

- I'm really sorry.
- No problem. Don't worry.

Shit, you're bleeding.

Here.

Let me see.

Does it hurt?

Not much, really.

- You sure?
- Don't worry.

What were you doing?

I was blocking your nose.

Why?

Because you were snoring.

- Hey, I don't snore.
- Yes, you do.

- I don't.
- How do you know?

You zonked out last night.

You slept like a log.

You forgot about me.

How could I?

You totally did.

It's the short hair, isn't it?

You turn me on anyway.

I missed seeing your cute face so much.

Oh, man.

Your face is like a crumpled bill.

Covered in scratches and bruises.

- It's not my best moment.
- No.

I wasn't stopping you snoring before.

- Really?
- No.

Then what?

I was doing this.

And this.

And this.

And this.

Jihadist cells operating
in Europe or Africa...

Last night, the mother

of alleged terrorist Omar Jamal,

who carried out the attack in Bilbao,
voluntarily spoke

to the media to give
an improvised press conference.

I just want to say
to the victims' families

that I'm very sorry.

I'm sorry about the news

and I share their suffering.

I share the pain
that all of this is causing them.

And I'd also like to say
to all of the victims

that I also hope
the culprit of this tragedy

pays for their actions.

My heart is with them.

The spokesman...

Are you happy now?

No.

She didn't really say sorry,
or accept that her son did it.

...that Jamal had joined a jihadist cell

located in Rennes, in Brittany, France.

The theory that Jamal had acted alone
is increasingly unconvincing

and it seems he received support...

Not going to answer?

It'll be some journalist.

Since I was on TV, they haven't stopped.

You shouldn't have apologized.

She tried to mock you.

What could I do?

You know what I would do?

If they call again,
ask for a lot of money.

When this Omar thing is over,
take the family on holiday.

Here. It's an invitation to my birthday.

Politely.

We speak to Mrs. María politely.

Don't listen to your mom.

An invitation to your birthday?

A party!

You know I love parties!

Mom is letting me put on YouTube videos,
right, Mom?

It's your party.

You can do whatever you like.

How should I dress?
Will it be a fancy dress party?

No, it's a normal party.
Come as an old woman, like always.

Aissa!

Sorry about him, Mrs. María.

- Do you mind if I pick up?
- Of course not.

Hi, Sara.

Yes, go on.

Ah.

Yes, I understand.

No problem.

Thanks for calling.

What?

Is everything OK?

No. It was the mother
of one of Aissa's friends.

It's the third mother who has called

saying her son can't make it to the party.

Well, people have their plans.

You know as well as I what's happening.

Nobody wants to bring their son
to the house of a...

Maybe I should cancel.

Don't even think about it.

You're above comments
from four prejudiced people.

Aissa deserves a great birthday party.

If more kids drop out, I'll fill the house

with my old lady friends.

We don't have lungs for balloons

but if you give us some serviettes,
we can make confetti.

You know you can't smoke in hotels, right?

It's Iker's play today.

He's been rehearsing for months.

It's a piece about nature.

He plays a forest gnome.

It's a small role. He only has one line.

"Careful, the mushrooms are poisonous."

I'm sure Paul Newman didn't start
with such a beautiful line.

Lines don't matter.

What matters is what happens
after the play.

With all the parents
saying how well our kids have done

and I'll be scared to death

thinking they'll realize
that I've killed a guy.

I'm going to take a shower
to clear my head a bit.

Dad.

Don't look like that.

I know all your love nests.

Can I come in?

You've been elusive.

I've heard nothing
since you left me with the Japanese.

If you're here to yell...

No.

I've come to congratulate you.

It seems the Japanese are no longer
the honorable types

that take being stood up as an insult.

Now they only want money.

And you gave them money.

They were delighted
with your contribution.

So...

well done.

Thanks.

If you want, stay here and celebrate

with the whore you're fucking.

But you can't smoke in hotels.

It's not what you think.

Is there not enough pussy in the world?

- Don't say that.
- Say what?

You're a bastard.

Gaizka, no!

Remember that I'm the mother
of your grandson

and that's more than just a pussy.

I always thought your only skill

was fucking things up,

but fucking your brother's wife...

you've really gone over the line.

Why didn't you turn yourself in?

The police said you called. What happened?

And Ahmed?

Nobody knows anything.
They say he did the attack with you.

What's up?

Ahmed is dead.

What?

I called to turn myself in, but...

the officers were bogus.

They took us to a farm and shot him.

It's my fault.

Don't be stupid.

I told him to go with you
and tell you to turn yourself in.

You couldn't know.

If I hadn't told him to go,
he would be alive.

I killed him.

You didn't kill anyone, Edurne.

- I did kill him, Omar.
- Get that out of your head.

It's not your fault.

Edurne. Stop.

Stop it now.

Time's up!

Tell them you'll stay one more day.

I've got guests!

Edurne, she'll come in.

You need to leave the room now,
do you hear?

- Please.
- I can't.

Yes, you can.

Of course you can. Come on.

Can you hear me?

- Edurne, please.
- I can't.

Edurne, please.

Hey, lady!

Edurne.

Yes, you can.

- Of course you can.
- I'm coming in.

Couldn't you hear me knocking on the door?

I was in the bathroom.
I'll stay another day.

No. I have people waiting.

I told them there would be a room free.

I'll pay ten euros more a night
and two in advance.

OK, fine.

But come down to reception immediately.

Five minutes more

and I'll give them the room.

Is that clear?

Right away.

You're amazing.

Are you OK?

I'll go and pay and pick up some food.

I'm sure you're hungry.

You have no idea.

I feel like I haven't eaten since 2007.

Edurne...

get that out of your head, OK?

Listen.

It wasn't you.

Ahmed was killed by bastards, not by you.

OK?

OK.

We're extending the search perimeter
to this whole area.

Local and National Police
will increase street duty

with six motor patrols
and 20 agents on foot.

I want you guys undercover
searching every hostel,

hotel, doorway and park.

Don't leave a single stone unturned.

Investigator Olaegi escaped.

What do you mean?

We went to the ER,

I dropped her off to park.
When I came back, she was gone.

What? She's giving birth.

Did you check if they transferred her?

Yes, twice.

Get me the interrogation room video.

What a bitch.

Peace be upon you.

And peace be upon you, too.

Will you bury them?

Your holy books.

My colleagues probably weren't respectful
when searching and...

and defaced them.

For an officer, you're well informed

on our religious customs.

What can I say?
It's been in fashion recently.

We don't welcome it.

If you know what
the prophet Muhammad said...

you would know
that Islam rejects violence.

Yes, I know.

But I don't think
your religion is to blame.

I think the problem is with people,

with those who did horrible things and...

with people who suffer the consequences
of those decisions.

And what kind of person do you think
young Jamal is?

To be honest, I don't know

and I don't care.

I have to monitor
and follow his girlfriend, Edurne.

Not him.

He's being dealt with by the agents
who destroyed this.

We're sure that the girl knew

that this was Omar's second home

in Madrid.

You were his second father.

She's in love.

Stupid things are normal.

But it's one thing
to take a few days off at the beach.

Another to risk your life.

That girl is indeed in love
but she knows what she's doing.

So you've seen her?

No.

Oh, believers,

you fear God and think you tell the truth,

because liars aren't part
of God's followers.

Surah 9, ayat 119.

You've read the Quran too.

Yes, but I'm not ruled by its laws
like you are.

My only law is loving Allah.

Who guides my path.

Edurne Aranguren's path
is guiding her to certain death.

So, if you know anything, please tell me.

Sorry. I can't help you.

OK.

Are you OK?

Yes.

Yes.

It's the Braxton Hicks contractions.

False contractions.

Do you want me to take you to a hospital?

No. It's fine.

I don't want to imagine
what the real ones are like.

I need to go.

Go.

Teresa,

why can't I open my office?

Didn't you read my email?

No.

There's a special board meeting today.

A meeting?

About what?

I don't know, Mr. Azkarate.

Who called this meeting?

Teresa, what's happening here?

Who arranged this meeting?

Your father.

What for?

I honestly don't know.

You know the size
of my father's underwear.

If he organized a meeting,
you'd be first to know why.

It's...

It's about...

about your dismissal as company president.

Right.

Great.

Mr. Azkarate!

Tell my father I'll be at the meeting.

Hey, are you sure you've done this before?

Of course.

You have to take the tops off.

And put red with red and blue with blue.

I'm the one who most wants this
to go well.

I've spent six years watching them.

So you can trust me.

You know...

I have a dog

that would go perfectly
with the color of your eyes.

Don't tell me,
you're more of a cat person.

Well, a dog...

Your daughter is calling.

My daughter?

Are you OK?

I've found Omar. I'm with him.

What will he do?

- Will he turn himself in?
- Eche, Ahmed,

the friend I sent to talk with Omar...

is dead.

What?

They killed him
at an abandoned farm near Artea.

Eche, you need to go there.

Maybe they left the body or some evidence.

Edurne, are you sure about this?

Yes, some guys dressed as cops,

they arrested them,
went to the farm and killed him.

Maybe you'll find something.

But go, please. It's all we've got, Eche.

Sure, I'll go.

But Edurne, you can't be with
a guy who's accused of terrorism.

Get away from him and convince him
to turn himself in.

I convinced him once and Ahmed died.

I have the report on the Imam's call.

I'm listening.

The day Omar arrived in Madrid

the Imam received six calls.

Any from a number he didn't have saved?

Yes, three.

From those three, one was from a cell
that was reported missing today.

The owner is one Inés Osoro...

and she says she lost it at 2:00 p.m.

The weird thing is the call
from that number to the Imam

was at 3:27 p.m.

Jamal could have stolen it

and threatened the girl into silence.

At the time of the call,
the mosque was being searched

and the call lasted barely 19 seconds.

The Imam hung up when he saw
he was surrounded by police.

Did we search the girl's phone?

Yes. She received a call
from an unregistered prepay phone

at 11:57 p.m.

Forty minutes after Jamal's girlfriend
gave us the slip in the club.

Thirty-seven minutes exactly.

Edurne Aranguren went to the mosque
after the club

and the Imam gave her the number Jamal
had called from.

- Are you talking from the restroom?
- Boss, I'm pregnant.

I have my needs.

- Dammit, Koro.
- Hey, and the prepay phone,

- have we located it?
- No.

It's turned off. The number doesn't show.

You think they're together?

I don't think so. I know so.

Me too.

I'll keep you updated.

Take care, OK?

Don't worry.

Was it a girl or a boy?

Twenty-four hours and no news from you.

I don't know if you're in Cancun
or finishing what you had to.

Call me.

Gaizka.

What's going on?

Mom.

What did you do to make
your father fire you from the company?

It seems that recently we've both been
annoying the boss.

I stand him up, you offer a reward
like we were in the Wild West.

Oh please, I didn't put the future
of the company at risk.

But if they kick you out,
your dad will hire an external

and end the family business.

That won't happen, Mom.

We've just closed a million-euro deal
with the Japanese thanks to me.

The board members should be delighted.

Don't be naive.

Your father spoke
to Rekarte, Gabilondo and Usía

and they're all on his side.

You only have my support.

I don't know what you did.

But you have three hours to fix it.

When did you say they were coming?

They aren't coming.

Don't be so pessimistic.

I should have canceled it.

Adila, what's done is done.

Nobody's coming.

I'm sure they've discussed it and agreed.

There's still time.

There isn't.

I'll have to talk to Aissa.

Go on, silly, open up.

Hello!

Hi.

Great, Hugo, Laura.

Aissa is waiting for you. Come in.

Sorry, you have no idea
how hard it was to park.

- This area is really hard, yeah.
- Yes.

Welcome.

Yes? Who is it?

There. Is it open?

Don't look at me like that.

I still might abandon you here.

But not today.

Stay there for a while,

I'll get you out later to do your thing.

- Don't shoot!
- Stay where you are.

This dog is a psycho.

She's not a psycho.
She's just been spooked.

Listen, you need to put the gun down.

Is it your dog or what?

Technically, no,

- but please put the pistol down.
- No way!

- This asshole bit me.
- No!

Really, put the pistol down.
She's a trained guard dog

and she gets tense around guns.

Yeah, and I get really tense
when I see canine teeth.

Listen to me, really.
And Manola, stop it now. Fuck!

Let's behave like people... and dogs.

I assure you that if you drop the pistol,

Manola will calm down.

Have you seen what she did to my calf?

- It's in tatters.
- She'll tear the rest

of you if you don't put it down.

Not if I shoot her first.

OK, OK, shoot her.

Go on, do it. Fire.

But I hope you have good aim

because if you miss,
Manola will make a banquet of you.

She loves rare meat.

A hardware store.

Last time,
you told me if I risked it again,

I'd be looking for a new job
to bring my child up.

And a hardware store is your idea?

My family had hardware stores.

Five generations. Olaegi Hardware.

When people pass tests
to join the police or something,

they usually make their parents happy.

But in my case...

when I passed the Ertzaintza tests,

it made my dad so mad.

He wanted you to do hardware.

But what do you know?
Now I'll make him happy.

He's about to retire,
he has the store up for sale.

OK...

how I see it, you have two options...

make your dad happy
and keep the Olaegi Hardware

- line alive or...
- Or?

Or join my unit.

You're a pit bull.

When you bite, you don't let go.

And you are smart.

The bit about your waters breaking
impressed me, I can't lie.

The bad thing is,
you're also a pain in the ass.

I know if I don't lock you in a vault,
you won't stop.

One thing with the other makes me think...

it's best for you to help us find Jamal.

What do you say?

I don't trust you.

Ring any bells?

A journalist found it in their dog's shit.

I don't like being left in the dark...

or being treated like an idiot.

You've done both.

You've played dirty...

destroyed evidence,

like Omar Jamal's suicide belt.

An explosion in the station
with no harm to anybody.

Strange.

Or when Omar called to turn himself in
then didn't.

You made me waste precious time
waiting for you...

time for your men to get there before us.

I don't know why you did it...

but one thing's for sure...

Neither you nor your men intend
to arrest Omar Jamal.

Shall we smoke?

Do you know Abdul-Azim?

You have no idea
because we want it that way.

Abdul-Azim is, shall we say...

the rising star in jihadist terrorism.

The brains behind
the latest attacks in Europe.

We've learned that he might be in Spain.

He was the brains
behind the Bilbao attack.

Omar Jamal was his pawn.

We believe we could get to him
through Jamal.

So, yeah...

we blew the vest up...

and we went for Jamal...

when he wanted to turn himself in.

We scared him into not doing it.

We watched him to get to Azim,
but something went wrong.

You lost him?

It happens to the best of us.

Imagine if the press found out.

Now you know the truth, Olaegi...

and I need to ask you again.

Will you join my team?

I don't know.

There are still things that don't add up,

like Jamal's girlfriend's testimony
about his limp...

and the deleted messages.

Are you saying
you think Jamal is innocent?

The victim of a conspiracy,
a kind of scapegoat?

I just mean some things make no sense.

Let's see if this makes sense.

We got it a few hours ago.

We tried to contain it, but now

with the internet and social media,
it was impossible.

I am Omar Jamal.

My brothers and I followed the holy orders
of the Quran and the Sunnah.

Happy birthday...

The prophet guides us.

We, his loyal subjects, hold his sword.

We hold it
with strength and determination.

Our acts are to honor him
and to spread his message...

A message of peace and love,

the message of Islam.

Hooray!

We're part of an independent cell
that will expand the caliphate,

in the name of Allah
and of all our brothers.

Make a wish, Aissa.

In the name of martyrs
that spilled their blood

to spread our faith, the only faith.

Our reconquest began
with the Bilbao attack.

But we also avenged our sons and brothers

murdered by the Global Coalition
in our caliphate

and in other Muslim territories.

No attack will be left unavenged.

We're going to avenge the outrage
that affects our people every day.

This is Jihad!

As Allah's warriors...

we don't fear your police,
nor your soldiers.

We don't fear arrest

nor torture.

We don't fear death.

That's why victory will be ours.

Because behind every martyr,

there are a hundred men
waiting to avenge their brothers.

This is a war we cannot lose.

A war that you infidels cannot win.

A tablet...

Our attacks
will always be blessed by Allah.

This is a promise and a warning
for those who wish to learn.

Those who don't will suffer the fate
of the infidels we executed in Bilbao.

Today is the day.

Today the real storm in the West begins.

- She's been vaccinated?
- I already told you she has.

I'll have to get a tetanus jab and all.

The tetanus jab is always good.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

I'm sure I'll need to go get stitches.

No, man, it's fine.

It's fine with the bandage.

Fucking dog.

Don't blame poor Manola.

It's not her fault.

It's my ex's fault,
she inherited her character.

If you spent a few hours with her,

you'd know what I mean.

You should put that beast down.

You mean my ex?

Don't tempt me.

Listen...

why were you here?

- This is private property.
- Yeah, I know.

I came for photos.
I checked if anyone was in

to ask for permission,
but as I saw there was nobody...

Did Azkarate send you?

You work for him, right?

Relax, it was him who told me
he was interested in the property.

Yeah.

Yes, I work for him.

I run his errands and at the same time,

I take my ex's murderous dog
out for a walk.

Tell him if you're going to come again...

you'll need permission.

I'll tell him. He said...

- he was here... Monday?
- Wednesday.

- Wednesday, that's right.
- What a nice guy.

I think people like that
are really snooty.

But Mr. Azkarate seemed to be really nice.

A really great guy.

He took a photo with me and everything.

Look.

One of those selfie things.

See? Look.

Here we are.

OK...

we know why we're here.

So we can begin.

I'm sleeping with my brother's wife...

so my father wants to take away my role.

Gaizka, please.

This morning he was happy with me,

he even congratulated me,

and I don't think I'm lying
by saying it's the first time

he's done that since school.

But after congratulating me,
he found out I'm with Gorka's wife...

His Gorka.

So he wants me out.

I'm not proud of Almudena and me,

and I can assure you she isn't either.

The pain of Gorka's death, mixed with...

the frenzy, fear...

loneliness, I don't know.

This is the last thing
I expected to happen.

But it happened.

It was when I was meant to go to Madrid
for the Japanese deal.

My sister-in-law was in pieces...

broken inside...

and I saw it more important
to be with her than the Japanese...

because under my management...

people always come before business.

You need to know that...

if you change your mind
and keep me as president.

I know my dad and I'm sure

that he already has a candidate
to show you,

a raider to make us all richer
than we already are.

A very different profile.

I won't forget you, Rekarte...

when your company was on the brink
and I convinced Gorka to buy it

so you didn't go under.

Nor that thanks to Menchu,

we could buy the land
where we later built the factory.

Nor the effort you all had to make
to endure the hardships of the crisis.

You have all built this company...

with your efforts...

supporting us...

because we are a family.

And that's how I want it to stay.
A family.

And now, if... if you'll excuse me.

I don't think you need me for the vote.

I thought Dad would come
to sign it for me.

The Board decided to confirm you
as president of the company.

Mom.

What I said about me and Almudena...

You're immoral.

Damn it!

Can you stop doing that?

They didn't touch the cake.

Adila.

And we have unopened drinks.

Maybe I can take them back.

Please, can we talk?

There's nothing to talk about.

We need to talk.

I'm busy.

It was Omar admitting he killed
all of those people.

- Your son.
- No. It's not my son, it's not him.

They coerced him, it wasn't him.

Adila, please, you're talking nonsense.

The tape is real.

What more proof do you need?

What are you saying?

You thought Omar was guilty
from the outset.

Tell the truth!

It's not important now.

That video changes everything.

Answer me.

How long have you thought it?

Tell me.

That this kid in your arms
that you rocked when he couldn't sleep,

that you looked after, is a murderer?

Tell me!

I think he did it. Yes.

Get out of my house.

Get out! I beg you.

Subtitle translation by James M.