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ALGECIRAS SAN BERNARDO BUS STATION

…at 7:00 a.m.

When you're ready, Lucía.

Are you ready?

Let's go.

All right. Come on.

Statement from witness Lucía Melgar

for the Internal Affairs investigation into Officer Enrique Zárate.

Every week,

sometimes every other week,

an envelope with cash.

He extorts them with what I tell him.

He charges more if he turns in undercover operatives.

Gastón.

It's done.

Bus to Barcelona now boarding at bay 45.

I need to use the bathroom.

I'll hold onto this.

Don't take long.

Bus from Madrid will be arriving

at 7:00 a.m.

Are you there?

Yeah.

Can you hold my hand?

-Can you hear me? -Yeah.

What's going on?

I did something that…

But it's okay.

I just need to leave for a while, that's all.

What did you do this time, Lucía?

-Better you don't know. -No.

I need to know.

They offered me a job in Barcelona.

What kind of job?

I'll be fine. I promise.

I'm leaving it all behind. I'm getting clean, I swear.

Hurry up.

Who's that? What does he want?

Lucía, what's going on?

Come on, let's go.

Here.

This one's important.

-What is this? -Insurance.

I'll call you in ten days.

Let's go!

I'm coming!

I love you.

-Come on, let's go. -I'm coming, damn it.

Lucía?

Lucía?

THE MARKED WOMAN

THREE MONTHS LATER

BARCELONA CARGO PORT TERMINAL

Two more hours without food

and I won't make it, Julieta.

UNUT 3750 CONTAINERS

ORIGIN: MAURITANIA

What's wrong, Julieta?

Shit…

Julieta.

What's your name?

Your name. Do you know it?

What year is it?

Where are you right now?

In a hospital.

I'm going to show you three images and ask you to identify them,

then try to remember them,

because I'll ask you about them later.

Ready?

Flower, cup, keys…

Good.

What we can tell you for now is that…

your amnesia has no physical cause.

Despite the extreme violence you endured for days,

there's no sign of brain injury, fortunately.

So,

why don't I remember anything that happened to me?

Your mind is protecting you from what you went through.

It's a psychological survival mechanism

that, in your case, was triggered by an extreme experience,

very, very close to death.

You were very lucky they found you in time.

I just… I don't remember my name or…

anything about myself.

Your mind has cut off your memories to protect you.

And that's also why, for now,

you don't know who you are.

The pathways to your memory still exist,

we just have to find them.

Though they're often not the most obvious ones.

NAME: UNKNOWN PATIENT AGE: -

Should I warm it up for you?

Excuse me?

The sandwich. Want me to heat it up?

Oh, no. Thanks.

Well… actually, yes. Could you heat it up?

-Yes. -No problem.

Sorry about that.

Anna.

Sorry about that.

Hey.

We haven't seen each other since…

Since the funeral.

-Shall we sit? -Yeah.

Here, let me help you.

Thanks.

-Here okay? -Yeah, perfect.

I don't want to wait any longer.

I can't.

Yeah, I get that, but I don't know if it's what's best for you right now.

And what is best for me?

Here you go.

Thanks.

Can I get a cortado, please?

Thanks.

So what's best for me?

Anna, why the rush?

What's driving this?

My therapist agrees.

I need this.

I want to start.

I'm ready.

I can clear you to return…

-But you have to promise me two things. -What things?

First: you won't quit therapy.

And second: if anything comes up,

no matter how small…

Thanks.

If anything comes up,

you tell me right away.

You can start…

with this.

They found her in a container, tied up and tortured.

But she says she doesn't remember anything.

Could it be trafficking?

We don't know yet.

For now, we'll gather information

while we wait for the National Police unit from Algeciras.

What?

She was found in a container from a company based in Algeciras.

Morell,

a joint operation isn't what I need.

Anna, it's the best option for you right now,

given your situation.

Statement from witness Lucía Melgar

for the Internal Affairs investigation into Officer Enrique Zárate.

PROVINCIAL IMMIGRATION AND BORDER UNIT, UCRIF

Every week,

sometimes every other week,

an envelope with cash.

He extorts them with what I tell him.

He charges more for turning in undercover operatives.

The day he shows up…

that day, those of us who know him…

we get out if we can, because…

he likes to blow off steam.

Why the hell are you doing this to me, Lucía?

If he catches you, he…

he'll lock you up and do whatever he wants to you.

Zárate!

…very violent…

What's going on?

-You smoking, man? -What are you talking about? What's up?

Meeting with Cazorla.

A security guard found her

outside the perimeter of the Port of Barcelona.

He was the one who called the police.

Looks like they tortured her for two or three days.

That warehouse area is next to the port and under regional police jurisdiction.

They're requesting our cooperation

because the shipping agent for the container is based in Algeciras.

DominoMer. We've had them on our radar from Zárate's operation.

Yeah, reach out to them.

Then we need to go to Barcelona and coordinate with the regional police.

Perfect.

No. No way. You're staying here.

You've got the Internal Affairs thing. You go.

Come on, get to work.

You okay?

That woman they found in Barcelona…

This might sound crazy, but…

I think she might know something about Lucía.

I'm not sure, but…

I think she could be her sister or partner.

-That's a hell of a coincidence, isn't it? -Maybe.

How can I investigate her

if Cazorla's got me stuck here with this Internal Affairs crap?

Should we try to convince him to send you?

No. Not a word about this to the boss.

Keep me updated on everything when you're in Barcelona.

You should be the one going, man. You've earned it.

I'm going to talk to him.

-What are you going to say? -Let me handle it.

You're back already?

Can't you see me?

-Want some coffee? -I quit.

How are you?

Ripoll, I'm glad you're back, but isn't it a bit soon?

-Have you seen her? -No, I was waiting for you.

Good morning. I'm Ripoll.

We're from the Central Unit for Crimes Against Persons.

This is Enric, my partner.

Enric Fuentes,

corporal with the regional police.

Anna is a sergeant, my superior.

-Would you like some coffee? -No, thanks.

How's your memory?

I don't remember anything.

Everything…

feels unreal.

Is anyone looking for me?

-We don't know yet. -No one's reported you missing.

But we've alerted Europol to widen the search.

Do you know who I am?

No.

But I have some photos I'd like you to see.

That's the DominoMer logo,

a company in Algeciras that leases shipping containers.

The container we found you in belongs to them.

When police arrived at the facility this morning, it had been cleared out.

What else?

We have no record of the container

or how it got from Algeciras to here,

or whether you were inside it the whole time.

What we do know is your prints aren't in the system,

so you have no criminal record.

And the drug you were given is used to incapacitate people.

It's often used in cases of kidnapping and sexual assault.

There's no evidence you were sexually assaulted.

That doesn't rule out human trafficking.

I'm really scared.

I don't know if it's because I don't know who I am…

or something else.

Thanks.

What do you think?

Do you believe her?

We'll meet downstairs.

Okay.

High pressure continues to dominate, with sunshine across the region,

including inland coastal areas and the central coast,

where conditions remain…

Temperatures keep rising,

and tonight we expect lows above 68°F.

NEW RECORDING

SECURITY SEALED

A cell tower?

Yeah.

I'd like a list of the phones that connected to it that day.

That'll be thousands of devices.

I assume…

One of them might be the torturer's, right?

Yeah, but I can't put more people on this.

That's fine. I'll handle it.

Anna, I'm really glad you're back. Really.

But please…

Please.

Yeah, I'll take it easy.

All right.

Welcome back, then.

Thank you.

Morell, does it seem normal to you

that the woman doesn't have security in her hospital room?

She's safe now, and we're completely stretched thin.

You don't care?

Is this what you call taking it easy?

When you have someone available, please send them to the hospital.

Good morning.

I need to take you to radiology.

Are you okay?

Yes, perfectly fine.

The woman now has security.

Hey…

Enric will continue without you,

with Laura Sans.

I let you come back early, but I made a mistake.

Especially putting you on a case that's getting complicated.

If she'd had protection when I asked for it,

this man wouldn't be here.

We'd be questioning him.

-Want to grab a coffee? -No.

We can't keep screwing up like this. And you're not going to corner me.

This body is on you.

And if I have to, I'll say it.

"Alicia Garone."

Now we know your name.

Where did you get that?

The person who attacked you had it on them.

Did you know him?

He was a local inmate serving time in Lledoners penitentiary.

He was out on temporary leave, and we think it was a hit.

What's going to happen to me?

Don't beat yourself up.

You acted in self-defense.

But someone is going to a lot of trouble.

And to figure out who,

we need to know why.

Do you think I'm hiding something?

You have security outside now.

Someone will bring you some clothes.

We'll move you somewhere safer tomorrow.

PORT TRAFFICKING

FULL NAME: GABRIEL POPESCU

CRIMINAL RECORD: NONE ARRESTS: NONE

CRIMINAL RECORD: 5 MAJOR, 1 MINOR ARRESTS: 3 MAJOR

Do you have the lab report?

What report?

The cigarette I collected near the container.

-They were going to process it in order. -In order?

-You didn't fast-track it? -No.

No? It could be key to finding the torturer.

Yeah, but technically the cigarette isn't linked to a homicide…

Are you the one making those calls?

Call the lab, please.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

I want the cigarette butt I sent yesterday processed now.

DELETE

DELETING…

DELETE

DELETING…

DELETE

DELETING…

I NEED YOU TO COME, ANNA. I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE. PLEASE.

I GOT HELD UP. ON MY WAY.

UNPLAYED MESSAGE

You telling me where I can go?

I need to get through, for fuck's sake. It'll take five minutes.

-She's on her way. -Should I call your superior?

I have my orders. You can't go in.

-This guy's going to be a pain in the ass. -Roger, what's going on?

Good afternoon.

He identified himself, but we don't know who he is.

-You're Ripoll? -Yeah. And you are?

UCRIF, Algeciras.

These two idiots say I can't see her.

Your name, please?

Quique Zárate.

But you're not the one on the cooperation request.

-What difference does it make? -Can you show ID, please?

Come on.

Again.

Thank you.

Mind if I take a photo?

The hell is wrong with you, sweetheart? What's this?

Are you the owner of the car with Cádiz plates in the parking lot?

Yeah, why?

Move it from the reserved spot.

Shall we get to work?

She's just been discharged, and we're taking her.

And you'll be able to talk to her once my boss confirms your arrival.

I need to take a shit.

Where are we going?

We need to keep you hidden until we figure things out.

Where?

It's not safe if I tell you.

Lean against that.

Shall we start?

This is Enrique Zárate, National Police. He investigates trafficking networks.

Hi, Alicia.

There are no NIE or DNI records under the name Alicia Garone.

Did you find anything in Algeciras?

The gym owner said she signed up a few months ago.

Said she trained like a beast in some kind of military hand-to-hand combat.

I don't know where I learned it.

If you're covering for someone, Alicia, sooner or later you're going to slip up.

You know that, right?

Anything more useful?

On Alicia Garone's gym membership file,

there was an address, supposedly her home.

I went in, skipped the paperwork, and grabbed this.

So nothing from there can be used as evidence.

There was nothing there.

Still, we should request a search warrant.

You don't say?

Maybe this video will jog your memory.

Nothing personal, just some workout clothes lying around.

Not even a damn toothbrush.

The only thing was this wig.

It has to be yours.

You must have been hiding from something or someone.

If you had anything, they took it.

They didn't find it, or they wouldn't have attacked her.

Or they did, and they wanted to finish the job.

Or you're still hiding whatever they were looking for.

You must have something valuable that someone doesn't want you to share.

I don't remember anything.

Have you heard how they tracked her down?

We're waiting on authorization to access the hitman's contacts

outside prison.

What, you don't sleep with any prison staff or what?

I'm saying it's easier to have someone on the inside

snap a photo of his call and visitor logs

than wait for a judge.

Asshole…

Exactly.

Are you there?

Can you hear me?

Nine, four, six… Four, six…

You sure you know where you're going?

You're not the only one who knows Barcelona, sweetheart.

The luxury hotel is right here.

Why do you have to hide me?

Because we probably have a mole.

For now, it's not safe to take you to any of our usual safe houses.

Wait here. Stay here.

-What's up, Hassan? -Hey.

-Thanks. -All good.

-All right, take care. -Okay, bye.

Let's go.

Let's go.

I love you.

No one's finding us here.

I'll take the double room with her, and you can relax, Ripoll.

Here, ice-cold beer.

Come in.

Seriously…

Good night.

I'll get some water.

…four, six, one, thirteen, zero, X, R…

Nine, four, six, one, thirteen, zero, six…

UNPLAYED MESSAGE

Hey, Berta…

Didn't you have a thing with a guy who worked at Lledoners?

How are you…

Clara?

Where's Lucía?

Easy.

Where's Lucía?

Don't play games with me, sweetheart.

Where the hell is Lucía?

Wait! Hey!

Stop her, damn it!

Stay right there.

What the hell are you doing?

She was trying to run! For fuck's sake.

I don't know who Lucía is.

Who is Lucía?

Zárate.

Tell me what this is about, or I'm calling Algeciras.

Stand over there.

Give me the gun.

Sit down.

-For fuck's sake. -You sit down too.

I'll ask again, who is Lucía?

Lucía Melgar is someone who's been a real pain in my ass,

and this is her sister.

While we were on the move, I got this email.

It's the lease for the apartment in Algeciras, the one that was ransacked.

Whose name is listed as tenant?

My glasses are in my pocket. Have her read it. What does it say?

What does it say?

"Clara Melgar… Melgar."

-There you go. She's not Alicia Garone. -Shit.

-She's Clara Melgar. -Shit.

She used her real name to rent the place.

Here's her ID. Clear as day.

She needs to tell me what she knows about her sister Lucía.

This is her.

An envelope with cash.

He extorts them with what I tell him.

He charges more for turning in undercover operatives.

The day he shows up…

-I'm still drawing a blank. -That day, those of us who know him…

So you don't recognize your own sister?

Hey!

Don't touch me again.

Son of a bitch.

And you're useless. This is all your fault.

You didn't protect me at the hospital,

and now you leave me alone with this fucking psycho.

Except for the psycho part, she's right.

Get up and go to the bathroom.

Sit here.

Give me your hands.

Sit down.

Why did they send you instead of the other officer?

They let me come so I could look for Lucía Melgar.

Last I heard, she might be in Barcelona.

-What's your connection to her? -She was my informant.

My best snitch.

Was?

Not anymore? Why?

Because she vanished from Algeciras.

How long has she been missing?

About three months.

What kind of stuff did she help you with?

We're after a trafficking ring based in Algeciras.

Lucía's been in it for years and…

knows everyone.

She's been working the streets her whole life.

So you've had all this information since you got here,

and you've been hiding it from me?

What are you talking about? I told you everything.

Why is Internal Affairs investigating you?

Because Lucía filed a complaint against me.

That's why I came to Barcelona.

To try and find her. For fuck's sake.

And figure out who the hell forced her to lie.

Lucía and her.

They both have a birthmark on their hand.

Lucía told me. Could be a coincidence.

I know, damn it.

Until the lease came in and I saw the name match,

I wasn't sure.

Everything they're saying about me is a lie.

I don't give a damn if you believe me or not.

But let's get on the same page.

I'll help you, but that woman has to lead me to her sister.

My gun, sweetheart.

Tomorrow.

Unbelievable…

Come on.

And when you talk to her, it'll be in front of me.

And don't call me "sweetheart."

Hey…

Sorry your first case back is with me.

Are you there?

LUCÍA WHERE ARE YOU?

Lu…

Can you hold my hand?

Please.

What did you do this time, Lucía?

Lucía.

How do you know that kind of escape move?

I don't know.

Why don't you exist online?

Don't you realize that if you're not honest with me,

I won't be able to help you?

Thanks.

LLEDONERS PENITENTIARY CENTER

VISITOR LOG

Enric, I've got a name.

Ripoll…

Yeah, go ahead.

Confirmed.

The blue Corolla with Barcelona plates is registered to Manuel Rojas.

We need to match his DNA to the cigarette.

-Is he drinking anything? -No, he's not drinking anything.

It's also confirmed he visited the hitman

and that his phone was near the port container.

Let me know if he moves.

Copy that.

This phone's in case I need to reach you.

Where are you going?

Lock yourself in and stay hidden, please.

Yes?

Talk to me.

All right.

He just got a call and is heading for the exit.

Don't lose him.

He's heading to the door.

Got it.

I don't know. No. We'll see.

He's smoking by the entrance. I can't go out. If I do, he'll see me.

We need that cigarette.

What are you talking about?

That's not a good idea, man.

THE GUY ON THE PHONE, SMOKING BY THE DOOR. DO YOU RECOGNIZE HIM?

MAYBE

He's crossing.

Maybe. I mean…

Get to the car with her, please.

Copy. Heading out.

Okay, I'm outside.

Shit, he stopped in front of the car.

Listen to me, Gastón.

Listen to me. No.

She was being watched.

The whole time. Yeah, watched the whole time.

No, listen…

Shit.

You picked someone I don't trust.

If it were up to me…

All right, I'm coming.

Run.

Okay, I'm heading over.

MY PARTNER JUST CAME OUT, LET HIM IN

Almost there…

-He just dropped the cigarette. -Perfect.

-You okay? -Yeah.

Enric…

Yes?

Is Anna Ripoll your boss?

Do you know her well?

What's going on with her?

Well, she's not exactly in the best place right now.

How come?

Her brother jumped off a balcony.

At her place. Not long ago.

I'm going for the cigarette butt. Get the bag ready.

-Go. -Okay.

You need to follow him. Go.

Take it to the lab.

You haven't picked up all morning.

The way you ignore protocol, Ripoll…

you're lucky they sent me. Anyone else would've reported you.

Hey, she hasn't told you, has she?

You're her first case since they sent her to a shrink.

Right?

You asshole.

Damn it, Juli.

What are you doing? Do you have her?

Yeah, she's right here with me.

I'll put her on video.

Ripoll.

You talk about me in front of her again, I'll mess you up.

Jesus…

Enric followed Rojas to Zona Franca,

to a warehouse belonging to an import business under his name.

That's fucking great.

I've got DominoMer's secretary on hold for a video call.

Shall we get to it?

Let's go.

I don't know what else you want me to say.

It was three months, no contract, and I didn't know anything

about all the…

From one day to the next, people stopped coming.

-I don't know what to tell you. -Let's see if this one rings a bell.

Alicia?

Amalia.

Where have you been? What happened to you?

I had an accident and I don't remember much, I'm sorry.

I worked with you at DominoMer.

You cleaned the office.

Remember?

Well, until one day you just stopped coming in.

-I stopped coming? -Yeah.

When was that?

A couple of weeks ago.

I remember because the next day was really strange.

One of the big shots who came by occasionally showed up.

And I don't know what he said to the boss, but it scared him.

Which big shot, Amalia? Name, position…?

I don't know his position. His name is Gastón.

Gastón? Gastón what?

I don't know.

Juli, there's no Gastón on our list, is there?

Have you checked?

Just checked. Nothing.

-Amalia? -Yes.

Could you describe this Gastón physically, please?

Yes, of course.

Well, he was average-looking.

Late 50s,

not very tall, thin…

The blue Corolla.

ROJAS TRADING LTD. ARTIFICIAL FLOWERS AND PLANTS

My number's saved on 1.

Just in case.

Don't move, sweetheart.

What are you doing here?

Police.

Sit down.

Sit down, goddamn it.

Lucía Melgar. Where is she?

I don't know who Lucía Melgar is.

All of this…

You sell flowers, huh?

Mr. Rojas, we know exactly who you are.

We know about the container. We have your DNA.

ROJAS TRADING LTD.

We can prove in court that you

hired an inmate from Lledoners to carry out a kidnapping.

You like torturing people, huh?

Piece of shit.

If you cooperate, you may qualify for witness protection.

Get me out of here!

Get me out! Open the door!

Open the door!

Get me out of here!

You could even negotiate with the prosecution.

Your choice.

I don't know what you're talking about.

-And DominoMer? -You don't know anything about Gastón?

No fucking clue.

What shall we do with you?

Zárate!

For fuck's sake…

The door! Rojas!

Goddamn it…

-Run! -Let's go!

Let's go!

Where is he?

Son of a bitch…

They blew out our tires!

For fuck's…

-Run! -Hey!

No!

Hello.

Yeah.

Yeah, the UNUT shipment is already on land.

But Gastón says it's burned.

We're going to dump it.

Don't worry.

More will come.

I got you that crazy bitch.

Told you I would.

And she'll give us the code before we reach international waters.

ZÁRATE INCOMING CALL

What's up, champ?

Man, that sucks you have to head back.

I'm still in Barcelona. Listen, where are you?

Here, at the airport.

What's going on?

We lost Clara, but we've located her now.

No way, man.

Ripoll put a tracker on her. She's showing up at Port Vell.

Damn…

Good thing, right?

We're almost there. I'll call you later.

All right. Good luck, man.

What is this? Where is she?

This can't be.

He's alive.

How the fuck did they find us?

What the fuck--?

Clara.

Clara.

Clara.

It's over now.

What happened here?

I thought they were going to kill me.

At the warehouse.

That's when I remembered.

I came to find her.

Lucía?

Do you know where she is?

No.

This necklace…

It's Lucía's. I gave it to her.

Gastón has Lucía.

Have you seen that bastard? Tell us what happened.

I didn't see him, but he killed him.

They're after me for this code.

Jesus, let's see…

A, X, R, 9, 4,

6, 1, 13, 6, Q…

It's the access code to a Bitcoin wallet.

They use DominoMer as a front.

It's a trafficking ring, and Gastón is involved.

I worked at DominoMer because…

I was looking for Lucía.

I needed something to use against Gastón.

And I found his money.

Okay, kid, look at me.

How did you find it?

By hacking into his system.

How the hell did you learn that?

Cybersecurity. That's my job. I do this for a living.

Jesus Christ…

I changed the access code and memorized it.

In Barcelona,

I tried to trade the code for my sister.

And when I got to Rojas, I ended up…

I think I ended up in that container.

Hey, sweetheart…

Before she came to Barcelona…

do you remember if Lucía told you anything?

Yes.

The last day I saw her…

she told me she'd done something she couldn't tell me about.

That she thought she'd get a job in Barcelona.

That's the day she reported me.

That piece of shit Gastón

is the bastard who brought her here and forced her to report me.

For fuck's sake.

Son of a bitch…

Not a word to anyone.

If they reported you to get you out of the way,

that means a lot more people are involved.

Hey, Falcó.

-What's up, man? -What's up, buddy? How you doing?

-Andrés Falcó. Nice to meet you. -Sergeant Ripoll. Pleasure.

Ripoll.

Swamped. Completely swamped.

-All right. -Okay.

Cazorla.

Go ahead.

What's up, boss?

Zárate, you're heading to the airport. Take the first flight out.

Your friends arrive tomorrow.

No way. I'm not getting on a plane if my life depends on it.

-I'll drive the whole way, nonstop. -You're gonna get me into serious trouble.

Try to zoom in a bit.

Can we enhance it?

Tomorrow I'll shut Internal Affairs up with what I know.

And what the hell do you know?

-See you tomorrow, boss. -Zárate!

Is that her?

-Yeah. -Is she still…?

What's up, kid?

How are you? Listen.

Would you tell Internal Affairs what you know about my case,

Lucía, Gastón, DominoMer?

And that's clearly Rojas.

You can't open it?

No, that's the only angle we have.

I'll tell them what I know.

We're going to find her, kid. I'm telling you.

I'm telling you, we'll find her.

You'll see.

After the call, they start running toward the yacht.

They knew we were coming.

Yeah, I'm Falcó.

-Andrés Falcó. Nice to meet you. -Right. Nice to meet you.

I'm at your service.

Can you please find him an office so he can get set up?

-Okay? -Yeah, no problem.

Well, Zárate, if I don't see you, safe travels.

Thanks. All right.

Ripoll.

Can you come here a second?

Hey, one second.

Sweetheart.

Just a second.

Ripoll. Sorry.

I have to go.

And…

I…

I'm sorry, I don't know, for running my mouth like that.

Anyway…

Well…

Goodbye.

We made a pretty terrible team, huh?

Well… Goodbye.

Anna, you need to rest.

You haven't slept since the girl was discharged.

We'll leave it in the hands of the National Police.

What?

Falcó will handle the handoff. I already spoke to him.

I'm not leaving.

I'm not going home.

I don't care where you go.

Go wherever the hell you want, but I don't want you here!

-Is this really the moment? -Yeah, it is.

You're not okay, Anna. This is too much for you.

Excuse me.

I overheard the guy guarding me on the yacht.

He was talking about the UNUT shipment.

He said it was burned,

but they could get rid of it because more would come.

That's what he said.

"UNUT" could be a cargo ship.

And the cargo is women.

Let's go.

Ripoll, you know we don't have jurisdiction

to intercept that shipment.

-Let's go. -Ripoll.

Ripoll!

-Good evening. -Could you open the gate?

Where are you going?

-We're working a joint operation… -With the National Police from Algeciras.

One moment.

Who are you calling?

-A National Police officer to authorize… -No. That won't be necessary.

We need discretion, please.

National Police, port unit, over.

Hello.

I remember you.

Do you remember me?

National Police, Barcelona port control.

Over.

Ships like these carry thousands of containers a day.

And the UNUT containers are all the ones you see here.

Let's go.

Oh, come on. Fuck this shit!

For fuck's sake!

Hey!

Is anyone there? Hey!

Hey! Anyone there?

Hello?

Hey!

Hey!

We're here.

Hey!

-Enric, talk to me. -We've got it.

Rojas's import company was expecting 15 containers from this cargo ship.

They're not in order, but would be unloaded together.

Can you please send the list to Berta?

-Yeah, I've got it. -Here it is.

-Did it come in? -Yeah.

Yeah, here are the numbers.

They should be grouped together.

Which numbers, Berta? Tell me.

-Are those ones in order? -No.

-No? -No, we have to check one by one.

ZÁRATE: I'M COMING BACK.

Shit.

Hey!

Zárate!

What the hell are you doing here?

You didn't answer my message, man.

Where are Ripoll and Clara?

They're looking for the suspicious shipment.

I'm covering for them here,

in case the Guardia Civil shows up or anyone else.

And you? Why aren't you on your way to Algeciras?

Come on, let's go.

With everything hanging over you, this is the last thing you need.

Those idiots don't mean shit to me.

They should.

Let me handle this, man.

You're asking for trouble. They can really screw you.

They're not going to screw me.

And if they do, I don't care.

But what's going on here…

Lucía has to be here somewhere.

And if she's not, I'm not leaving her sister behind.

What do you owe that woman?

We don't even know if she's been playing us from the start.

And her sister?

What do you owe a junkie hooker

who sells you out for a shitty job in Barcelona?

How the hell do you know about that job in Barcelona?

Let me explain.

Hey, here.

There's one here!

Berta.

Yeah, this number is on the list.

-Check this one. -This one too.

For fuck's sake.

-Zárate, listen to me. -Holy shit.

I just need you to listen, man.

Just listen to me.

Fuck you, Andrés.

Where's Lucía?

I had to turn her against you and pull you off the case.

It was the cleanest way. The best option. Even for you.

We can fix this without anyone else getting killed, I swear.

But I need to recover a code Lucía's sister stole from us.

Do you know what I'm talking about?

Is Lucía okay?

Lucía's never been okay.

What did you do to her?

I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything, I swear.

They're going to come after me if I don't get that code back, man.

Those people don't mess around. I'm just a middleman.

Hey, Ripoll!

I heard something.

I don't hear anything.

Yeah, they're here.

How long have you been involved in this?

I'm sorry.

If I don't get that code back, I'm dead.

You want half my cut? It's yours.

I just want to stay alive and disappear.

I have it.

I've got the code.

Are you screwing with me?

I have it on my phone.

But I won't give it to you so you can kill me.

What the hell are you doing here, man?

You were supposed to be gone.

It's here.

Show it to me.

Drop the gun first, or no code.

Either we both die…

or we both walk away.

Son of a bitch…

You piece of shit! You disgusting rat!

What did you do to her, you bastard?

You bastard!

Hello?

It's okay.

Who is it?

We didn't do anything.

We've been here for two days.

-Please help us. -Are you okay?

Give me your hand. Stay calm.

Don't move!

ANDRÉS FALCÓ NATIONAL POLICE

Gastón

is Falcó.

Stay still!

Stay with them!

I'm sorry. Get up. We're getting you out of here.

Call headquarters!

Zárate!

Zárate!

Zárate.

-Ripoll! -What are you doing here?

Ripoll…

What happened, Zárate?

They killed Lucía.

Lucía's dead.

Who did this to you?

Wait.

Falcó

is Gastón.

I'm so scared.

Go after him.

Go after him, Ripoll.

Go after him…

Where's my sister?

Give me the code.

Tell me where she is.

Give me the code or I'll kill you and all of them.

Your sister is dead!

I killed her.

All she had to do was keep her mouth shut.

But she couldn't.

What did you do with her?

Please, don't make me hurt you too.

Give me the code.

Kill me.

Why can't you just do what you're told, for your own good? Damn it!

Give me the fucking code.

Don't be an idiot. Give it to me.

Clara!

Drop the weapon!

Tell her not to shoot!

Anna…

Do you remember when Dad used to send you to buy cigarettes?

And you'd make up any excuse to take me with you

so I wouldn't be left alone with him?

The best sister in the world.

Don't think I've forgotten.

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EIGHT MONTHS LATER

Morning, darling.

FROM: ALICIA GARONE NO SUBJECT

PRIVATE NUMBER

Hello?

BASED ON "LA DESCONOCIDA" NOVEL BY ROSA MONTERO & OLIVER TRUC

Subtitle translation by: Felipe M.