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A MOVISTAR+ ORIGINAL SERIES

GIANTS

There, 1,200 miles from the African coastline,

the currents and winds stop.

Time ceases to exist.

Nothing happens.

With the stagnancy and the lack of drinking water,

the captains ordered the beasts be sacrificed.

The horses were thrown overboard,

sometimes with their throats slit.

On other occasions,

while still alive,

so they would drown.

That part of the ocean is known as

"The Horse Meridian."

VIl PURGATORY

- Well? Did he sleep okay? - Yes.

- He slept the whole night. - I'm glad.

It's so cold in this apartment. Did you check the boiler?

Yes, it's all set.

- Did you bring me anything? - I'll give it to you later.

And your mother?

In the bar, working.

Let's go and see her.

- I go to school, Clemen. - And how is it?

I don't really like it yet.

Well, I didn't really like it either at your age.

Some policemen came in one day

and asked me where you were.

- What did you say? - That I didn't know.

You go ahead.

- You're not coming? - I'll be right there.

Tell your mother I love her.

Stop!

- You got him? - Take it easy.

Don't move, you son of a bitch.

Stay there.

We're out of that milk without... milk.

Lactose.

Do you need anything else?

Batteries for the TV remote, it doesn't work.

And I want to go out.

Soon.

We arrested Clemente.

And Daniel?

Neapolitan broth.

It's from a restaurant downtown. Do you like it?

I don't have much time, Tom�s.

We're looking for him.

Of course.

But that won't appease our partners.

We think he's in Madrid.

We'll find him soon.

As far as the rest, there won't be any problem.

The new northern route is open.

But the southern route won't be closed until, well...

Until your important people say it is.

It's a matter of days.

Hours, maybe. That's all.

Yes, yes.

But too dirty.

It was all too dirty.

And way too noisy.

Sometimes noise is a good thing, don Marcelo.

People want noise.

They enjoy it.

And they understand things better that way. When they're scandalous.

Then I must be getting old, my dear Tom�s.

I warned you.

I don't like this way of doing things.

There won't be any more paint for a while.

And Walter?

Walter... isn't like us.

He's a savage. A Colombian monkey.

We're sons of Vel�zquez, Tintoretto.

Isn't that right?

But Walter wants the same thing as we do.

For everything to flow. Nothing to change.

The machine has to move, Tom�s,

to be a real machine.

You see,

in this grotesque circus

in which you and I move,

nobody really knows anything.

Only money.

Money. Nothing more.

Few people

feel the art, what's great,

like you do, my dear Tom�s.

That is what

has kept me loyal to you and your people.

And that's why you're still here.

You might say

that it was Tiziano and company

who saved you up until now.

But sadly, my friend, art isn't everything.

Daniel is a huge mistake.

He has to die.

Now more than ever.

Either he dies,

or you do.

I admire you very much as well, don Marcelo.

So much that I will overlook

that you just threatened me in my own home.

You have one week,

my dear.

A lifetime,

if one makes the most of it.

License plate requested. Rented car with driver.

Barajas Airport, this morning.

Copy that, thank you.

Moratalaz, Villaverde...

Parla... a big party.

And I'm a little crazy, sometimes I disconnect.

Ten days?

I thought it was more.

- Who were you with? - People.

Friends I hang out with. Those are the best.

What?

We know you were in C�diz. I saw you myself.

I can fuck up your life for 15 years.

But I'd rather you tell me where your brother Daniel is.

I don't care about him. And you couldn't have seen me, I wasn't there.

We can arrest you. And charge you with several homicides.

If I don't catch him at least I can fuck you.

And I know you didn't kill anyone, but I don't care.

You're part of the family. An accomplice for having been born.

Bullshit. Fucking bullshit.

You don't know anything.

I only want to be with my family.

What family? Lorena?

She isn't your family.

Nor is her son, he's someone else's, like everything you have.

You'd do them a favor if you stayed away from them.

As far as your brothers,

they won't lift a finger when you end up in deep shit.

I'm of no use to you, but you can do whatever you want.

You said my brothers won't lift a finger for me,

the smartest thing you've said.

But you have no proof and you didn't see shit.

Or you wouldn't be fucking with me like this.

So if this relaxes you, or gets you points upstairs,

go right ahead.

If I have to go to jail, I will.

No problem. I could use a little rest.

And that's all I have to say.

Clemente Guerrero has finished the interview.

I'm surprised you're selling everything off like this.

Things could be done better, Tom�s.

Just prepare the contract and give me the money.

Cash.

I'll need 72 hours.

No.

Impossible.

It's a small fortune.

I'm not stalling, that's how long I need.

I might be able to get it in 48 hours.

Tom�s,

I could easily get three times as much at auction for this collection.

Or more.

That's why you're going to buy it yourself.

Because it's good business.

I feel like I'm robbing you.

Don't worry, you could never rob us.

Clemente Guerrero.

His girl covered him the day of the shooting.

She says he was with her in Madrid.

Didn't you say you saw him in the south?

I'm not sure.

Oh, you're not sure.

I talked to the judge. We both agree it's better to slow down.

He might be more useful to us on the street.

He took out fellow officers, damn it.

Tom�s.

The biggest news in the last hours is the visit from the Italian dealer.

We're checking out his identity.

What's clear is his security detail is growing every day.

And the other one. Daniel.

Only yesterday we had 25 sightings.

The last in Istanbul. All false.

The press is having a ball and they're killing us.

In any case, I think he's in Madrid.

Or on his way. He'll show up, we have to stay alert.

Where are you going, Pena?

We still think he's with Braulio Fonseca, alias Horseface.

A weirdo who never thinks twice. Stay on your toes.

- Can you take me downtown? - We can't.

Your father said we can't. I'm very sorry.

For a whole division!

No doctors can come out here, Daniel.

It's nothing, just a little blood.

My wife doesn't like mosquitoes in summertime.

And it's freezing here in winter. It's in the middle of nowhere.

- Really. - Thanks for everything.

What the fuck is this?

A Virgin of the Deserted medallion.

Turn it over.

That's your bank account number abroad.

You can access your money as long as it's not from Spain.

You have a fortune awaiting you.

Although it could have been more.

But since Iriarte's death, that money can't be touched.

Can Tom�s touch what he has left?

He'd have to show up personally at the bank.

On the Isle of Man.

What are all the butane tanks for?

Just in case.

We found those shotguns too.

They've never fired a single shot.

Another gift we gave my eldest son.

How are things in Madrid?

Scrambled, but calm.

How do you eat that?

Can you run?

Then broth and rest. The time will come.

- I'll see you to the car. - No way.

Don't step outside. Even the dead are looking for you.

Especially the dead.

I hope you don't use the shotguns, they're worth more that way.

I'll sell them at Christmas, they're good.

Goodbye, Felipe. Give Aurora a kiss for me.

Hey!

I owe you one, old man.

You look much better like that.

Your mom had the same great hair.

People stopped in the street to look at her.

When can I leave the house?

When I say.

I'd almost rather go to school. This fucking sucks.

What did you say?

It's Uncle Daniel, right?

I saw it on TV.

They say he killed all those people.

Maybe.

Did he kill Carlos too?

I don't know, Carmen.

They say they found almost 1,000 kilos of...

Cocaine, yes. And?

Nothing.

Those bastards again?

You should have killed them.

I'll bring you a phone tomorrow

with a new number.

Sol is right. You should have killed them.

Let that be the last time you call your mother Sol.

Got it?

We can't do anything with the cops watching.

It's sad when there's nobody at home waiting for you.

I called but you didn't...

How is your son?

Still in the hospital, right?

I'm sorry, that must be very hard.

- What do you want, Ortiz? - To talk.

We can do that at the station any time you want.

I called you there and they said you'd already left.

That either you'd be home or at the hospital.

I took a chance and got lucky.

There's a diner over there.

Or in your apartment if you prefer.

Here is fine.

Go ahead.

Two police officers, three paramedics, a doctor

and two nurses. And they all say the same thing.

There was another woman. Undocumented.

She was treated at the hospital with a bullet wound.

By their descriptions, it could be B�rbara Pazos.

Then, suddenly, nothing. She vanished.

There were nine bodies on that road.

Five more in the warehouse. It's normal they were confused.

We all were. I understand.

Confusion is normal in these cases. C�diz isn't Lebanon.

Lebanon...

There must be footage of her somewhere.

Hospitals have cameras, right?

Yeah, that's the funny thing.

We haven't found a single image we can use.

The recording system was broken.

Look, M�rquez. This is very simple. Quid pro quo.

You help me find that corrupt cop

and I promise to collaborate with you and your people.

You aren't already?

We can't have such a character on the loose.

Running around after killing several members of the force.

That's why we need your help.

Because, otherwise, well...

Otherwise your big operation could end right here.

Too many days have passed, don't you think?

Public opinion is starting to get worried.

Are the Spanish police up to it? Are we really competent?

You know how this works, M�rquez.

Four column headlines,

a lukewarm statement from the Interior, etc, etc.

And suddenly we find the Chief Inspector

on permanent leave after the horrible massacre.

And she's decided to look after her son

for the rest of her sad life.

When we find out something, you'll be the first to know.

Good lord, by then it will be old news for me.

Then what the fuck is this about?

About me wanting to look you in the eye and ask you personally.

You know,

you have to be careful.

It hurts to lose the thing you most love.

You have to learn how to glide,

like those birds with the huge beaks and jowls.

Pelicans.

Across the water surface,

without submerging to not drown, but not flying too high either.

I imagine they weigh a lot. That way they avoid eagle territory.

Learn to glide, M�rquez.

Pelicans. Pelicans in Lebanon.

I like it.

They're not jowls, they're called maws.

I think you understood me.

Don't forget what I said.

Sure.

Quid pro quo.

We have to go public.

It's time, B�rbara.

That's not what we talked about.

I know. It's too soon.

You can't do this to me.

Not with me still not well, with nowhere to go.

We can't wait any longer. We have to go public now.

You'll be fine here.

- I have to go out. - And Daniel?

Nothing.

You lied to me.

I'll be back in a couple of hours.

My name is B�rbara Pazos.

I've been a police officer since 2004.

Badge number 322442, downtown Madrid.

Sixteen months ago I was recruited to join a special team

outside the force under the command of Guillermo Ortiz,

a CNI agent.

The recruitment was automatic.

No bureaucracy, no interviews.

Only a phone call

and an interview with Mr. Ortiz.

Nothing was signed,

there was no interference from my superiors or anyone else.

Our mission was to follow the Guerrero family.

In my case, Daniel Guerrero.

Daniel Guerrero is the brother of Tom�s Guerrero,

the head of a large network of cocaine trafficking in this country.

The whole operation was organized

to keep Tom�s Guerrero at the head of the organization

in collusion with my superior, Guillermo Ortiz.

I haven't met any other members of the team or any superiors.

I was given an apartment downtown and unnumbered firearms.

Also two cell phones.

I didn't have to hide my being a police officer.

I had to get close to Daniel

and inform of his steps in his brother's network

and when the moment came,

arrest him.

Daniel...

never completely trusted me.

This is huge, darling. It leaves no puppet with its head.

There's more.

Two more recordings. Operation details,

names, evidence.

Where are they?

Only I know.

You don't trust me?

Will you go public with it or not?

It hasn't rained in months.

Yes or no?

My newspaper will never print this, Angela.

If you say anything, I'll finish you.

Wait.

- What? - There are other ways.

Digital media.

I need a day, maybe less.

You know what you're risking if you do this on your own.

You'll lose your job.

And you'll have to be careful.

Everything has a price. I'll lose plenty, yes.

But I'll get the best exclusive in years.

Did you know that bastard was involved?

You fucked him, didn't you?

You know what a friend wrote one time?

Never say no to a drink of water or a good lay.

It's begun.

- Morning. - Good morning.

Ortiz called. He knows where Daniel is.

The Colombians are going to handle it.

And this time nobody will help him.

Get everything ready. We're leaving tomorrow.

They'll come after us, Tom�s.

We'll see about that.

Where are you going to leave it?

Remember where we used to tell secrets?

He's not exactly an accountant, he's more like, well...

He's a magician.

He's a peculiar guy, really.

We finally located him. Blessed technology.

He almost sank Tom�s, he left him half dry.

What do I tell Tom�s?

Say yes, we can meet.

Will you fit him for neckwear?

Either neckwear or I'll fuck him in the ass.

The thing is, one has to go after the other.

Have your men take care of Daniel Guerrero today.

If possible.

You see? That's how it's done.

Yes, I'm on my way. Give me 30 minutes.

Hey.

What does fickle mean?

You're watching too much TV.

I was on my way to work and I heard a loud noise,

like a thud. And the ground shook.

My feet felt it and everything. And I saw him there.

Felipe Lara supposedly beat his wife Mar�a Aurora Ayala to death

- before jumping... - Daniel!

... from his home on the 5th floor of the building behind me.

He died instantly.

The police have confirmed there were no previous complaints.

Neighbors claim they were

a quiet, friendly couple who had just moved in.

Look at this.

It's M�rquez' son. He's always alone.

She sleeps there sometimes,

but she's so cocky that the kid doesn't even have protection.

And you're going to take him out?

Your people can do it, right?

What do I gain from that?

The same as me, Tom�s. If we don't act now,

everything can get worse.

It depends on us stopping her.

It's ugly to use the kid.

May I?

Do whatever you fucking want.

What's going on with Walter?

The Colombian is coming after you.

They've never liked you, always playing the expert.

I was just remembering my father.

What would he do now?

Your father.

He'd think a little, not enough to get scared...

And he always did one thing.

Strike first.

Listen, Tom�s.

Get the fuck out already. This place is full of cameras.

Not on this floor.

Security protocol.

Damn you forever.

That part of the ocean is known as "The Horse Meridian."

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