All language subtitles for Victim.Number.8.S01E07.WEBRip

During a terrorist attack...

WE HAVE JAMAL

...you know who the enemy is
and why they want to kill.

You want back the life
that your brother took away...

This is what it will cost you.

I don't trust you.
I don't like being left in the dark,

but one thing's for sure...

neither you nor your men intend
to arrest Omar Jamal.

Edurne Aranguren went to the mosque
after she left the club,

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

The friend I sent to talk
with Omar is dead.

They killed him
at an abandoned farm near Artea.

Eche, you need to go there.
Maybe they left the body or some evidence.

You said he was here on...

You could say that Abdul-Azim is
the rising star in jihadist terrorism

and we believe we could get to him
through Jamal.

Now you know the truth, Olaegi.
Will you join my team?

I am Omar Jamal.

My brothers and I have followed

the holy orders
of the Quran and the Sunnah.

We are part of an independent cell

that will expand the caliphate
in the name of Allah

and of all our brothers.

Our reconquest began
with the Bilbao attack.

They made me do it.

When those fake cops grabbed us.

Take it!

Come on. It hurts me too.

They said if I did the video,
they'd set Ahmed free.

Do you understand, motherfucker? Do you?

Got it?

I had to say I was a jihadist.

Say it. Come on! I can't fucking hear you.

And that I killed all those people
in the name of Allah

and would keep killing.

I said what they wanted...

word for word, and they still killed him.

Ahmed!

Son of a bitch!

I was going to tell you.

But you lost your mind
when I told you about Ahmed.

Then the lady from the hostel knocked...

and you left.

I swear I was going to tell you.

There's no way to prove
I'm telling the truth.

But I am.

What are you doing?

I don't give a shit
that everyone thinks I'm a murderer.

But if you do too,
then none of this is worth it.

Don't turn yourself in. I believe you.

We need to leave now.

Excuse me, you two.

You left your phone.

...Jihadist cells operating
in Europe or Africa...

Nesting syndrome.

That's the term.

When first-time mothers are almost due,

they get scared
that nothing will be ready for the baby.

My daughter had it.

What's it like to have a daughter
and be in this line of work?

If I'm honest, it's shitty.

During her First Communion,
I was in the 11-M operation.

When she graduated,
I had to fly to Afghanistan.

Her wedding day was
the Champions League final.

I told her I was in Brussels
at a Security Council meeting.

- I'm going back to Bilbao.
- Why?

I thought you were going to
help us find Jamal.

Yes, but then I got to thinking
maybe he wasn't behind the attack.

It's crazy, but that's what I thought.

We all make mistakes.

No, I wasn't wrong.

Worse, I lost perspective.

And when that happens,
it's better to step aside.

Really,

I want you to stay on this operation.

No. It's time to focus on this guy

and fill his nest.

Plus, you don't need me anymore.

This is Edurne Aranguren's phone number.

She's using a prepaid burner
from the black market.

If you triangulate the signal,
you'll find her...

and Jamal.

You have 20 minutes. If I knock,

it means she's outside
and you two gotta split.

- Even if you're not done.
- OK.

Suck or fuck?

Don't look at me.

Did you make sure you weren't followed?

Yes. I did everything you said.

Very good.

When can he leave?

Tomorrow night.

He'll be on a vegetable truck
until the Strait...

then he'll cross on a jet ski.

Is it safe?

Safer than not doing it.

Tomorrow at 11 p.m.,
he needs to be at this address.

Take it.

Wait!

CELL-TOWER TRIANGULATION
GEOLOCATOR: ACTIVATED

TERMINAL STATE: OFF-LINE

SATELLITE 1

So, you've regained consciousness.

How do you feel?

Like I was run over by a tractor...

that was on top of another tractor.

And my dog, Manola?

What happened? Where is she?

She was with me when...

When you fainted
because you missed your dialysis session.

Your lungs were completely full of fluid.

We had to do an urgent session
while you were unconscious.

If you're going to chew me out, save it.

Fine by me,

but the doctor isn't pleased.

I can deal with Paco.

I'll ride it out.

What happened to Manola?

She was lucky. The EMT that brought you in
is crazy about dogs.

They're downstairs,
waiting for the shelter workers.

- Shelter workers?
- Yes.

Well, she'll be fine
in the shelter, right?

Otherwise, it wouldn't be a "shelter."

Excuse me. Could you hand me my phone?

It should be over there, in my pants.

Are you giving up your dog?

She's not exactly my dog.

And to be perfectly honest, right now,
I'm not really up for picking up poop.

I'm sure they'll find her a good family.

Apparently, if a dog is still there
after 15 days, they'll euthanize it.

- Are you serious?
- Yes.

When does your shift end?

It's not what you think.

Do you feel like making 50 euros?

Sorry, it's still not what you think.

I'll pay you to take my dog to my house.

If anyone has to do that mutt in...

it will be me.

It won't take you long.

Ten minutes. I live really close by.

I get off late,

but I have a half-hour break in a bit.

Great. Thanks so much. Later,
I'll give you my address and the key.

It's me.

Where's Gorostiza?

Yes?

I'm sorry I sent you out there.
I wanted to talk on a secure line.

What's this all about?

Do you have Jamal?

Not yet, but we're very close.

For fuck's sake, Gorostiza.

You're always "very close".
For fuck's sake.

This time it's true.

We have his phone. We'll get him soon,
but that's not why I called.

Gaizka, you have to leave.

Leave? What the fuck
are you talking about?

Listen to this.

It's me. Listen, I need information...

on a relative of one
of the victims of the attack.

I think he could be linked to the attack.

Gaizka Azkarate.

He's a journalist,
a friend of Jamal's girlfriend.

What?

Hold on. Why am I a suspect?

He has a photo of you with a park ranger

on the farm where we took
Jamal and his friend.

Fuck!

Why did you take a photo with that idiot?

Because somebody left me there
with a fucking dead body.

We'll neutralize the journalist.

For now, you need to go somewhere
without an extradition treaty with Spain.

Don't you do business in Japan?

Make up an excuse and go to Japan today.

No matter what.

This is just a precaution.
Everything will be fine.

We're very close to catching the kid.

Now more than ever.

For fuck's sake.

For fuck's sake.

How's it going?

We found two of the towers
that give the phone service.

Once the geolocator detects the third one,

we'll have the exact location
of Jamal and his girlfriend.

- Listen to me.
- What?

We have to leave now.

OK, we'll leave very soon.

The owner of the hostel
rents rooms to whores

- while the guests are out...
- OK, but listen.

- Listen.
- I had to get under...

Omar, you leave tomorrow.

Where am I going?

Africa.

Africa, why?

The night the Imam gave me
your phone number...

in the mosque, I spoke to some men...

and said I needed help.
I told them who I was.

You told some guys you were
the girlfriend of the Bilbao terrorist?

Are you crazy?

No, not exactly.

The important thing is
they'll help you leave.

In exchange for what?
They'll want something in return.

Nothing.

They think you're a hero,
they'll help you and your family.

I won't go off with some terrorists.

Yes, you will.

No.

- Yes.
- If I let those scumbags help me,

it's like admitting
I killed all those people. You know?

Omar, you confessed in a video
that millions of people saw.

All that matters now is
you can get out of here.

So they can use me
to recruit jihadist kids?

No.

Use them to flee. In Africa,
they can go fuck themselves.

You don't know how these guys roll.

They're complete psychopaths.

If I trick them, they'll come for
my family and you.

Omar, we'll warn your family. OK?

We'll tell them to leave Bilbao.

I won't make my family change their lives.

Their lives have
already changed forever, Omar.

Whether you go or not.

What about you?

They'll come for you.

Don't worry about me.

Why not?

Because I'm coming too.

- No fucking way.
- Way.

I won't let you fuck up your life, Edurne.

Who are you to tell me what to do?

I'll do what I want,
and nobody can stop me.

This is insane.

You're not coming.

This has all been insane.

This is a decent ending, right?

Will I have to buy
one of those head scarves

or do the ugly girls
with short hair get a free pass?

It's OK.

4,000 euros.

Don't look at me.

I'm your son's friend...

and we want to help.

We like to watch out for our brothers.

Soon your son will be
in the land of Allah...

far from those who want to do him harm.

And he will be able to teach those
who want to be like him.

Where is he?

In good hands.

I want to see him.

That's not possible.

"I went to the Prophet,

may peace and blessings
of Allah be upon him,

and said...

'I want to perform jihad
in the way of Allah.'

He asked, 'is your mother alive?'

I replied, 'yes.'

The Prophet said, 'cling to her feet...

because paradise is there
at the feet of your mother.'"

I know the quote.

By Al-Tabarani.

Go to Madrid today.

When you get there...

call this number...

from a payphone.

Don't use your own.

I am Omar Jamal.

My brothers and I have followed
the holy orders

of the Quran and the Sunnah.

My brothers and I have followed
the holy orders

of the Quran and the Sunnah.

...followed the holy orders
of the Quran and the Sunnah.

Yes, boss?

Where are you?

I'm going home.

I'm on my way to the airport.

Well, turn around.

Jamal's mother just boarded
a bus for Madrid.

Olaegi?

- Are you there, Olaegi?
- Yes.

Watch her every move.

She may try to stay with
someone who knows Jamal.

Got it. Was she alone?

Yes. No husband or kids.

Any strange movements recently?

Apparently not.

Typical morning.
She went shopping in their neighborhood.

Boss, I have to go.

Hello.

Yes, I'm Chief Investigator Olaegi. Yes.

Of course.

Yes, keep your phone close.
I'll call you later.

Turn around. We're going back to Madrid.

WHEREABOUTS OF JAMAL AND HAKIMI
STILL UNKNOWN

I have to take a trip.

It's completely out of the blue.

Why don't you come too?

I'm not up for it, Gaizka.

Almudena, it's Japan.
The country is fascinating.

I said no. I want to be alone right now.

Please, go.

Come on, Almudena.
It will be good for you.

You want us to take a trip together...

hold hands and walk around Japan?

Do you think that will change the fact
that we killed a 22-year-old kid?

A 22-year-old terrorist.

They found his body.

What?

A guy that was walking his dog.

That's why we need to leave.

I didn't want to tell you
to avoid worrying you.

My men are handling it,
but until it's taken care of

it's safer to get out of here.

This isn't about holding hands, Almudena.

This is about survival.

I have a few things to do. Pack your bags

and we'll meet on the pine wood road.

We'll drive to Biarritz
and fly from there.

It's safer.

And I told Teresa
to send you the boarding passes.

Print them.

Do you know if your coworker is back?

Not yet. Try to relax.

Thank you.

Jimena Ruíz Martínez to exam room eight.

Hello!

I just asked about you.

How's Manola?

She's fine. What a sweetheart.

Really?

Well, she's yours.

With a bow on top
and six months' worth of dog food.

- Eight, if you take her today.
- I wish...

but my boyfriend is allergic to dogs.

Well, leave him.

No, thank you.

It was worth a shot, right?

He's the only one
that doesn't turn around.

He doesn't even flinch.

Did you say something?

No.

No, nothing. Just thinking.

Did they change your IV?

Yes.

A male nurse.

There aren't any male nurses
on this floor.

Just women.

- No?
- No.

SATELLITE 1

CELL-TOWER TRIANGULATION
GEOLOCATOR: ACTIVATED

TERMINAL STATE: ONLINE

Sir, we have a signal
from the third tower.

They're in a hostel downtown.

Send Escobar.

Tell him I want them both dead.

- Isn't it good?
- Yes.

If the jihadists have one thing down...

it's explosive belts and hash.

Omar, where will we go
to get away from those assholes?

Lake Tislit.

Lake Tislit?

Where is that?

The Atlas Mountains.

It's breathtaking.

A lake as blue as the fucking sky,
surrounded by mountains.

When have you been there?

Never.

My grandfather loved it.

He had a photo of the lake
and always kept it with him.

It was more wrinkled than his face.

Is there a town around there?

No idea.

But if not, I'll build one for you.

Get a load of the tough guy.

If I want a town, I'll build it myself.

Yes.

OK.

I want to have kids.

Well, you don't have a uterus,
so you're fucked.

Idiot.

Dumbass.

I'm serious. I want to have kids with you.

Five, ten, 20.

- You know what?
- What?

The hash has gone to your head, Omar.

I'm going to buy stuff for the trip, OK?

- OK.
- OK.

Don't open the door to anyone.

OK.

Give me the joint.

Don't take it.

You rascal.

Yes, boss.
I'll call you after the meeting.

No, I haven't told Gorostiza.

One more thing, boss.

Who's our best body language analyst?

I'd like them to take a look at
Omar Jamal's propaganda video.

He has a lot of ticks,
like someone who's lying.

You're doing the right thing.

How can I be sure of that?

When we met, you said how we are connected

to our children by the umbilical cord...

and how that bond remains
after the umbilical cord is cut off

six centimeters from the baby's navel.

A mother knows what's best for her child.

You are due very soon.

Can you imagine choosing between
sending your son to jail

or letting him go off
with some terrorists?

No, I cannot.

I know he did not do it.

That is why turning him in hurts so much.

He would be doing someone else's time.

Omar can defend himself in court.

I hope so.

But I am afraid...

he will not be alive for his trial.

How do I know...

that they will not shoot him
when they catch him?

Because I give you my word.

I do not know you at all.

Why should I trust you?

I don't know if I want this baby.

I really don't know.

When he's born, will I love him enough...

to give up my life and my job?

I don't want to be a mother
that lies to her son

to avoid going to his performance.

I seem like a monster, right?

No.

No, you do not.

Azkarate Hiring.
President's Office. How can I help?

Teresa, it's Almudena.

The boarding passes you sent are wrong.

One has the name of my deceased husband.

Let's see.

One moment. I'll take a look.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Almudena. How silly of me.

I accidentally sent you old ones that
Mr. Gorka and Mr. Gaizka cancelled.

Send me today's boarding passes.

Biarritz-Paris-Tokyo.

Yes, right away.

Oh, Mrs. Almudena,
you don't know how often I think

if Mr. Gorka had been on that flight,
he'd still be alive.

What are you talking about, Teresa?

The Tokyo flight on the day of the attack.

The one that Mr. Gorka was going to catch

and Mr. Gaizka cancelled it
at the last minute.

Yeah.

Well, send me the correct boarding passes.

Right away, Mrs. Almudena.

And I apologize for the mix-up.

Yes?

Hello, Almudena Ortiz?

Yes, this is she.

Look, we don't know each other...

but I need to talk to you
about your brother-in-law,

Gaizka Azkarate.

What do you want?

What is this?

Can't you read?

Divorce papers.

- Concha...
- I don't like you, José María.

You're a horrible person...

and you've managed to make Gaizka
as horrible as you.

I have nothing to do with how Gaizka is.

Of course you do.

You've always treated him with disdain
and favored Gorka.

Are you saying it's my fault
Gaizka sleeps with his sister-in-law?

Forget it.

Let me know
when you've signed the papers...

Concha.

You're upset.

The past few days have been rough.

You and I are fine.

There's no reason for us to get divorced.

Yes, there is.

You want a reason?

I'll give you one.

Do you remember how long it took
me to get pregnant with Gorka?

Seven years.

I was crazy about you...

and I knew you wanted an heir.

That is why...

I slept with a man that could give us
the son you couldn't fertilize.

Then came Gaizka...

who is your son.

It truly was a surprise.

No.

I don't believe it.

It's not a matter of belief.

Take a DNA test.

Yes, José María...

you've spent your whole life
treating your own son like shit

and putting someone else's son
on a pedestal.

When the papers are signed...

give them to my lawyer.

Fucking bitch!

Stop!

Stop! Omar, you'll kill him. Stop!

We have to leave, Omar.

We have to get out.

Let's go, Omar.

Omar, let's go! Come on.

Let's go.

I wasn't sure you'd answer.
I'm calling from a secure line.

Do you have the bags?

- Yes.
- Great. You'll arrive before me.

Wait there for me.

The guy...

How do you know they found him?

It wasn't on the news or in the papers.

I saw the photos.

Photos?

- Of what?
- Where we buried him.

You won't believe the scene.
They cordoned off the area

and no one can get
within 500 meters of it.

But my men have made sure
the story doesn't get out.

They'll cover any tracks
that lead back to us.

Don't worry. Don't worry about it.

We're in good hands.
I'll see you in half an hour.

What do you mean,
"the journalist asked to be discharged"?

Don't give me anymore bullshit.

Find him.

Something happened at Jamal's hostel.

Officer Escobar is dead.

What the hell are you saying?

They killed him.

Who are you, Santa Claus?

First, the girl's terminal and now, this.

What do we know
about the cell phone's geolocation?

It's off.

Mrs. Jamal is willing to turn in her son,
but she wants us to guarantee his safety.

We can do that.

And I want you to assure me
that we'll arrest him.

You know that's not the plan.

We need to stage an escape to follow him,
so he'll take us to Abdul-Azim.

Well, I won't allow it.

Using Jamal as bait is too dangerous.

And I gave his mother my word
that he wouldn't be harmed.

Olaegi, I think you've lost perspective.

That son of a bitch killed eight people.

If putting his life at risk saves 100 more

it's both our duty to do so.

So, tell me where they're meeting.

If it's in less than two hours...

we have little time to get set.

I'm sorry, but no deal.

If you don't tell me,

she will.

She won't tell you anything.

I'll get it out of her.

You don't know her. She's fierce.

You won't get anything.
She only trusts me.

I know this isn't the ideal plan, but...

either you guarantee
that we'll catch Jamal

and he'll stand trial or
you'll be left empty-handed.

You win.

Fuck.

Manola.

Manola?

Do you have the boarding passes?

We're tight.

The plane leaves at 10:30 p.m.

Almudena, we have to go.

Now.

Did you kill Gorka?

Did you kill him?

Him and the other seven. Did you?

What are you saying?

A journalist came to see me.

He showed me a video
of the moment Gorka was killed.

Everyone is scared...

except for you.

He thinks you staged an attack to kill him
and take everything he had...

and that included me.

That's nonsense, Almudena.
Come on, let's go.

Gorka was supposed to travel
to Tokyo that morning,

but he didn't because they were
out of tickets in business class.

That's right.

You're lying!

I saw the business class tickets.

And Teresa told me
you asked her to cancel them.

You told me that they found
the guy we buried,

the area was cordoned off.

I was there when we spoke half an hour ago
and the body is still there. Another lie!

I'll ask you again...

did you kill Gorka?

Did you kill him, Gaizka?

Did you?

Yes.

I had to. I spoke to Gorostiza,
and he set it up.

I chose a scapegoat.

And well, you know the rest.

No. What are you doing?

- No, Almudena. Listen.
- Let go!

No, listen. Listen to me.

- Let go.
- Gorka really cheated me and my dad.

I was a step ahead of him.

I was many steps ahead.

Look at what he did to you.
Look at what he did.

He didn't give a rat's ass about anything.
He didn't give a shit.

Look at what he did
with the ertzaina, and not just her.

He fucked anything that moved.

I said let go!

No.

All right, listen. Let's go to Japan.

The three of us. We'll take Iker.
It's settled.

- I am not going to Japan, Gaizka.
- Yes.

I'm taking this to the police.

No.

Almudena!

Almudena, my love.

Calm down.

You're going to be fine.
Listen, you'll be OK.

Wait. I'll call. Relax.

It's alright. I'm calling.

I'm calling. You'll be fine. OK, my love?

Relax. You're just dreaming.

This is Emergency Services.

Emergency Services. How may I help you?

Are you OK?

Can you speak?

Do you need help?

Hello? Can you hear me?

Don't die.

What do you want to do with the remains?

Cremation, burial?

Some people take their pets
to the taxidermist,

but we don't include that service.

Right, I can't really picture
a stuffed Manola in my living room.

Cremation, I guess.

Cremation.

Collective?

- Collective? Collective with whom?
- With other pets.

Other pets? Dogs?

Dogs, cats, turtles.

Those are the most common.

And... they cremate them all together?

Yes.

You could go for individual cremation.
It's a little pricier.

Whatever.

Manola didn't really get along
with other animals...

especially turtles.

They have to be closed up tight.

VOICE MESSAGE

1 UNREAD MESSAGE

Do you have the boarding passes?

We're tight.

The plane leaves at 10:30 p.m.

Almudena, let's go.

Now.

Omar.

- Omar, goddamn it.
- What?

It wasn't your fault.

I smashed his head in.

I hit him more than 20 times
until I smashed his head in.

- He tried to do the same thing to you.
- I killed him, Edurne!

I could have chosen not to,
and I killed him.

Now I am what they wanted me to be...

- a murderer.
- You're not a murderer.

Of course I am.

And this isn't the end.

They'll either kill me
or I'll have to keep killing.

Omar...

Listen to me.
Get that shit out of your head.

We're going to Africa,
and we'll forget all about this, OK?

Now, let's go.
We have to be there in 12 minutes.

Omar, if we're late
the truck won't wait for us.

Omar, what are you doing?

Omar, what the fuck are you doing?

Omar get this fucking thing off me!
What is this, Omar?

Omar, please. Take this off me.

I love you a lot. I really love you a lot.

Omar, take it off now.

Omar, take it off.

Omar!

Omar, take it off! Omar!

Omar!

Omar, please take it off!

Omar!

Koro, it's me, Eche.

I had to change numbers.

They're coming for me.

They tried to kill me in the hospital
and broke into my house. I'm terrified.

But I have a fucking bombshell.

Koro, Omar wasn't behind the attack.
He didn't do it.

He's a scapegoat.

I have hard evidence...

A confession.

Call me at this number
when you turn on your fucking phone.

Fuck, Paco!

You scared the shit out of me.

And you think it's a good idea
to keep your phone off

when you're waiting for a transplant?

My phone broke. What's going on?
Did they find a donor?

No.

But how dumb are you
to check yourself out of the hospital?

You had an acute pulmonary edema.

And three days ago,
your creatinine levels tripled.

You need to be admitted
and hooked up to dialysis 24 hours a day.

And pray, above all,
pray that a donor with your RH

appears in the next three days.

Is it that bad?

I left my patients in the waiting room

to grab you by the ears
and take you to the hospital.

Three and four in position.
She's almost at the meeting point.

Copy that, boss. We'll sit tight.

There's Adila.

She's going in.

Mom.

Omar.

My son.

My Omar.

What happened here?

I didn't do it.

I know.

I know you didn't do it.

My son.

My son.

My Omar.

Move. Move. Let's go.

Now!

Freeze, police!

Nobody move!

Police! On the floor!

Hands on your head!

Police!

Don't move!

Forgive me. Forgive me, Omar.

Don't move!

It's OK, Mom. It's OK.

Let's go. Move.

Omar.

Assault team ready.

I want two men here...

and here, on the roofs

to take him down
the second he steps outside.

Jamal can't get to the office alive.

Let's go. Keep moving, goddamn it.

Ready to shoot when he steps out.

Run. Start rolling.

Let's go. Hurry.

Who the fuck told the press?

Abort. Nobody shoot.

I repeat, nobody shoot.

- Omar!
- Mom!

Forgive me, my son.

Move, let's go.

Forgive me, my son. Forgive me.

Stop rolling. Listen to me.

That fucking bitch.

Goddamn cunt.

It was her.

She tipped off the press.

Excuse me, sir.

A man wants to see you personally.

I'm sorry. I asked him
to wait in the foyer.

Don't worry.

Who are you?

Your new business partner.

Subtitle translation by Tom S.