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Who thought to bring the bride?

If you've killed her, I can't help you.

Shoot her and bury her in the desert.

We can't trust Zulema. She's not gonna share the diamonds.

-Where's the rest of the team? -This case isn't on file at the station.

Who have you promised the loot to?

-Are you going to hurt her? -I'm only returning

the pain she's caused us.

No one move!

Put your hands like this, behind your head.

I won't say it again, okay?

The cash. I'll deal with the cashier.

Excuse me?

You take care of the hags.

Why?

Why do you have to be in charge of the money?

Any problem?

The problem is you fucking always put yourself above me.

Shit, are we really going to start like this on our first job together?

-We're already splitting it 50/50. -It's not a matter of money.

It's a matter of attitude.

Either stop looking down on me or this is over.

Are we going to have this conversation here? Now?

Are we equals? Yes or no?

Should I put the money in or--

-Yes! -No!

-We have to go. -I don't care.

Not until we clear this up.

Equals or nothing.

You decide.

Very well. Equals,

in sickness and in health till death do us part, amen.

Very well. You said it.

What a shame, ma'am. You had bingo.

This is how our shared life began

as a mismatched couple who everyone thinks: "They're gonna kill each other."

What do you think?

Good.

With the money we made, we bought our first house.

Just one condition.

No cats or dogs,

or anything that could bind us.

That way when this is over

it'll be over for good and I won't regret anything.

Oh, and no scorpions. I know you.

-Can you pass the knife? -We quickly learned

the secret to a good marriage.

Trusting each other.

We weren't friends.

We didn't share anything.

But as much as we didn't like it, together we were the best.

The perfect couple,

precisely because we didn't love each other.

Your underwear.

We found the perfect amount of space to not kill each other.

Neither too close

nor too far.

IDENTIFICATION

MEDICAL REPORT

Who are we really when no one is watching?

When we give free rein to our fantasies,

hmm?

And there's no shame

or fear of what others may think of us.

Human beings are fascinating when the mask is off

and they look in the mirror.

Don't you think, Julián?

I know that feeling of guilt.

I work with it everyday.

But don't forget that guilt is...

a construct of the mind.

Nothing more.

We're all voyeurs.

We all like to look...

at what others do.

Enjoy.

Don't kill her!

I'll give you my half of the money if you don't kill her.

Zulema said to kill her and I'm not taking any chances.

-I'm not afraid of Zulema. -Me neither.

Besides, she's been tricking us. She hasn't given us the diamonds.

Goya...

she's like my sister.

Are you really able to kill in cold blood?

Fuck.

Now what do we tell Zulema?

You don't have to explain anything to that crazy bitch.

Remember the wedding?

Ma'am, stop crying.

Stop crying.

There's always someone who finds an opportunity to shed a tear.

There's always someone.

Some cry at "I do," others when rice is thrown, right?

When they leave the church... I prefer to cry at the dance.

Music and love are too much for me.

Well, it's time for the bride and groom. Play something!

Play for the couple.

That's it.

Dance!

Stand up.

Dance together.

Cheers to the bride and groom!

I want to hear you. Cheers to the bride and groom!

Cheers.

Come on.

Come on, that's it. The music.

Hey, come on.

There you go, look at her cry.

She was leaving a second ago.

Let her tell you.

Cheers to love.

A little kiss.

A kiss...

Zulema fucked everything. How can you trust her?

Do whatever you fucking want with the bride. I'm out of here.

Don't be like that, hon.

We haven't fucked in three days.

Hon!

It's over.

No.

It's not over.

It's strange, isn't it?

There isn't any noise, no music, or anything.

It doesn't seem like a bachelorette party.

We're not having a very good time.

I'm curious.

What does a woman your age,

from Argentina,

do in the desert in Almería?

Yes.

I used to...

run a hotel in Mendoza...

a very beautiful city in Argentina.

We were there with my eldest son

until...

one day they called to offer him...

a job...

in Madrid.

And we all moved here.

Of course.

A mother would do anything to be near her children.

We were very close.

Were?

That's right. Zulema told me your eldest son...

had died.

Yes.

I remember and I'm reminded of it every moment of my life.

My son was a good man.

He was so good...

that he dedicated his life...

to caring for misguided people.

Misguided like you.

And whose idea was it to spy on guests?

Sandoval?

Or you?

What do you want from me?

I can't do anything to bring my son back.

But I can do something...

to make you suffer...

the same way he suffered.

Yes.

Where are Ramala's diamonds?

It's best if I don't tell you.

Money spoils mediocre people.

And you're a mediocre man.

You're going to spend it on a tacky mansion and a red, white Ferrari.

And then on sex until you overdo it with Viagra--

Mati!

Hold on.

You're not just a tough chick, right Zulema?

You're also funny.

Let's go.

You look awful.

I looked better half an hour ago, sunbathing.

Why would I kid you?

Will you tell them where the diamonds are or will you let them kill you?

I buried the diamonds in the desert.

It's a 40-minute drive.

Why in the desert?

I didn't trust

my partners.

And apparently, I was right.

Do you know what will happen

if we go to the desert and find nothing?

I'll miss the final chapter of the TV series Cuéntame?

Slim!

Slim!

Slim!

What are you doing here?

I came to find you.

I told you to wait in Almería.

If they see you, they'll kill you.

Where's Hugo?

In a safe place.

Don't worry.

We're going to be rich, my love.

Fuck the diamonds.

Don't you see?

You're dying.

I'm taking you out of this fucking hotel whether you like it or not.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

Dad?

Where are you?

-How could you bring the kid here? -I was worried about you, Slim.

Get him out of here.

Listen... when there's no one around, I'll come back for you.

-Dad? -Take him away!

Zulema Zahir and Macarena Ferreiro. What a pair of bitches.

I don't know how you haven't killed each other already.

Zulema?

Oh, yes. She was sunbathing by the pool all morning,

but I haven't seen her since.

And Macarena, the blonde one?

You haven't seen any car leave the hotel? Nothing?

A car left half an hour ago.

Well, all your friends ditched the bachelorette party.

Why are we here?

Because we're on our own.

My brother Diego wants to talk to you.

Katy?

Are you okay?

Katy, please, say something.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm okay.

They treat me like family.

I'll come get you, Katy.

Then what'll we do?

Then...

we'll do what we had planned.

We'll take the car...

and go far away...

somewhere near the sea.

The neighbors will point to our house and say:

"Look,

there's that couple that grope each other nonstop.

And you'll keep playing that horrible '80s music.

And you'll say: "Shit, Diego, you have such bad taste."

Don't mock me, you know I don't like it.

And then you'd get mad.

Everything will be fine, Katy.

Why are you so sure?

Shit, because we deserve it.

We deserve it, Diego.

Don't take long.

I promise.

If you want to run away with Katy, you're more screwed than me.

Ramala will never let you.

You only have one way out, Diego.

Kill him.

Open the door, Vivi, please.

Clean towels.

Thank you.

-What's going on? -Hey, hey.

It's an epileptic fit. Elena, please pass that cushion.

-Should I call an ambulance? -No, no need.

He'll be fine, you'll see. Up you go!

That's it.

It's best not to touch him, leave him be.

Is he going to die?

No, honey, he won't die. It's an epileptic fit, that's all.

That's it.

It's almost over.

Elena, come help me please.

Look, I'll tell you what, let's turn him, okay?

When I say so,

we'll do a half turn.

Wait, up!

There you go.

That's it.

Vivi.

Elena, hold him, please.

Sweetheart...

that's it. It's over.

My love, it's over. Don't be scared.

It's over, my dear.

That's it, sweetheart.

That's it.

Okay? You got scared, didn't you?

It's okay.

He's going to be okay, really.

That's it, very good. Just like I taught you.

What happened to me?

My head... hurts.

What happened? You were cleaning the pool,

you had a fit, you hit yourself, and fell in the water.

Like a fish to water.

That's it.

I don't want to have more fits.

Well, I know...

but we already talked about that, right?

You have them because you're special.

Right, little brother?

And you?

Are you special too?

No.

There can only be one per family, and that's you.

I...

I...

I'm...

vulgar.

That's it.

You're awake. Don't stress.

You'll feel

dizzy for a few minutes, but it'll pass.

It's chloroform.

It's volatile,

but it makes you feel bad.

I'm going to have you listen to something so you wake up.

Listen.

April 9, 2015.

Two weeks now in Cruz del Sur.

You could say you're a veteran now, Macarena.

Well, tell me how you're doing.

Better.

It calms me to talk with you, doctor.

Sometimes, life in the ward is...

so hostile.

And...

I feel safe here.

I understand. Besides, as I said, you can come as often as you'd like.

You're safe with me, okay?

You seduced my son.

Ma'am...

-your son was a monster. -I won't let you say that!

Whore!

My son chose you.

My son loved you.

Stop!

You broke me, man! You almost pulled my arm off.

-You're so much stronger than me. -Ama, I'm stronger!

I'm stronger.

Let's see if there's a prize for that. Let's take a look...

I think so!

Oh, the anticipation!

What can it be?

What is this?

Come, look.

There you go. This is just in case you have another fit.

If you fall,

you won't hurt your noggin.

You look like a cyclist!

I'm gonna grab my bike.

Thanks, Carlitos.

-What do you mean? -Such a lovely gift.

No, mom.

It's silly, but it'll be useful for him.

-Very useful. -Yes.

-It's a gift to be here with you. -For us too.

I know.

Getting away from the mess there...

but more than anything,

drinking one of your therapeutic matés.

-That's definitely a gift. -What's wrong, Carlos?

Is something wrong? Are you sad?

-I know you well, you know. -Me, sad?

Not to mama.

What's wrong?

I'm scared, mom.

Scared of what?

I think I'm in love, mom.

He left his wife because of you.

He lost custody of his daughters because of you.

He lost his mind!

He cried for you.

He suffered because of you!

I never saw my grandchildren again!

Because of you!

My son was never again who he was before.

It's not fair.

It's not fair that you live in a world where my son doesn't exist.

What do I look like?

You look like shit.

That's how I feel.

No trace of the diamonds.

Listen, Slim, do you know anything about the boss?

Have you heard anything?

No.

No, I haven't.

I told you!

Fucking bitch!

No, Zulema always shows her face, she doesn't sneak out the back door.

You get on my nerves! Would you stop defending her?

-Diego, where the fuck are you going? -Hey, you!

Get back to your place, damn it!

Excuse me, Mr. Ramala.

In the getaway, they stopped at a gas station to refuel.

These are the images captured on the security cameras.

We've identified Goya Santos and her partner, Triana Azkoitia.

They were part of the catering service.

Together, they have more than ten charges

for murder, assault, and security hacking.

We're tracking the speed radars.

Soon, we'll know which direction they headed.

We've also identified a third attacker.

This one... I think you'll recognize.

Bring me Dieguito.

-It's here. -Where?

-Here. -We don't have much time. Hurry up!

Move!

Here.

-It's right here. -Move away!

-Get away from there. -Pull!

Stand up!

Turn around.

Don't move, turn around!

What the hell is this?

Go on!

Go on.

Too late!

We have the bride. That's much better than the fucking diamonds.

We're doing this our way.

We'll call Ramala and tell him to deposit ten million in Switzerland.

Or twenty.

We'll tell him we have his daughter.

-We'll give her to him... -Easy, Slim.

...pussy wherever, to enjoy ourselves.

We don't have to put up with Zulema or Macarena

or any fucking bitch.

What do you think?

Hon?

Goya?

Seriously?

Who are you?

I really don't know what to do with you.

You're right.

I'm responsible for your son's death.

Because I was there

and I did nothing.

-Because you're evil. -No.

Because he deserved it.

Because your son was a rapist.

By the way,

do you know her?

Who?

Your other granddaughter.

He didn't tell you?

Of course, he probably wasn't very proud.

He drugged an inmate.

Saray Vargas.

He got her pregnant.

He raped her

and he got her pregnant.

He raped...

humiliated...

and murdered many women.

That's your son's legacy.

I always wondered

why Sandoval was so mean.

Ama.

Was he born like that?

Yeah...

he was born that way.

He was a mean child.

He's been a monster since he was little, right?

He liked humiliating the girls in school, right?

Did he abuse you, Ama?

I did everything I could.

No, you did nothing.

Everything I could.

-Everything I could. -Sure.

You did nothing because he was your son, of course.

He was a psychopath.

And you knew it.

And you never did anything.

And now...

nothing...

will absolve you from blame. Not even killing me.

I'm dying.

Ama.

Sandoval caused a lot of pain.

Oh, my God.

And you did nothing.

We're almost there.

Come on!

Let's go!

We're leaving.

Turn off the car.

He's four years old, Zulema.

Please.

This isn't a day care.

Good luck.

Take care of him. Come on!

Thank you.

We're going to Almería...

to find my daughter and kill your sister.

ON THE NEXT EPISODE

Subtitle translation by Vanessa Montero