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Ferreiro, we've been walking for more than half an hour,

and I'm starting to get sick and tired.

I hope you aren't messing with me.

I think that's where I left the car.

You think?

At the station, you were very certain.

The Egyptian is buried in the province of Ciudad Real,

in a hunting property.

I want the exact location.

Even if you've killed the world's biggest son of a bitch,

you'll still serve the same sentence as if you'd killed the king.

The coordinates match the signal registered at the phone towers

in Los Ballesteros, Ciudad Real.

Great, how did you get there?

I entered the farm,

and I drove some 15 minutes down a gravel road.

PRIVATE HUNTING PROPERTY

I think it was a hunting property.

I got out of the car, and... I picked up a sawn-off shotgun.

I loaded two rounds.

I went to the back of the car, took the Egyptian out of the trunk,

and made him walk, I don't know... about 150 yards.

I forced him to dig his own grave and I killed him.

Are you telling me you did all of that on your own?

-Who helped you? -I've already told you, Castillo.

I killed and buried the Egyptian without anyone's help.

I had him handcuffed and dragged him with a leash,

tied around his neck, like a dog.

You'll find all this in the grave.

Where is this grave exactly?

It's there.

That's where the Egyptian is buried.

LOCKED UP

We always say the same thing, let's grab a drink with the newbie,

then everyone has their own problems, their lives... you know.

I prefer it that way. In a small group.

Around here, word is that you're having a fling with an inmate.

Is that what they're saying? Well, you've been misinformed.

Look...

The fling lasted five seconds and it was over.

And for five seconds they've filed a case against you and demoted you?

Was it Inmate Ferreiro?

I heard she's innocent of the charges filed against her... Is that right?

-Yes. I think so. -So?

If they've labeled you an inmate fucker

and filed a case against you, and you think that she's innocent,

why don't you continue with the fling? She'll be out someday.

I'll give your advice some thought.

I want you to look for any scrap of proof,

a hair, a drop of blood, falafel crumbs,

or a broken pinkie nail. Anything.

Have you searched the area properly?

HYDROCHLORIC ACID

Thank you.

Captain.

Can we get any security camera footage?

-Yes. -Thanks.

Castillo, you need to see this.

What the fuck is that?

Given the humidity and roughness,

this plastic was broken less than 24 hours old.

Let me help you.

With handcuffs, it's hard.

Thanks.

The people?

Valbuena is an idiot.

He'd probably electrocute himself with a taser just to see if it works.

-Miranda? -A textbook victim.

Always waiting for the next son of a bitch and the next problem,

and she looks like the type who'd keep a dildo in her drawer.

Palacios?

He still doesn't know that he's slipping up because he's gay.

He's probably in love with you.

-Don't fuck with me. -Yes... Seriously.

And Sandoval?

He's the smartest at the prison.

And the most shady.

Dangerous.

It seems you're not his biggest fan.

I don't think he'll invite me to his next barbecue.

If you want to tell me something, I can be trusted.

You're the only one who came for beers with the newbie.

-You've won me over for life. -There's nothing to tell.

Only that if you get the flu and you go to his office,

staple your underwear to your ass.

I told his wife as much when she was a few months pregnant...

and she ended up in the hospital with an anxiety attack.

Anyway...

I need to learn to count to three before doing anything.

No.

You are who you are. I'm the same as you.

Have you gotten yourself into a lot of trouble?

Two years ago, in a demining drill,

I was pushing some kind of wheelbarrow,

and the captain did the spoon to me.

The spoon?

-Do you know what that is? -No.

Get up.

Act as if you're pushing a wheelbarrow, like this...

That's the spoon.

I had two options.

Take him to a military court,

or crack his fucking face open with the butt of a rifle.

And so I hit him.

There are rules that are really good,

but not all of them.

You need to know how to tell them apart.

Sometimes you have to do what you have to do.

Girls, how many of you take heroin?

How many of you started with a joint?

I want to help you beat this shitty addiction.

In order to do so, you have to give it your best.

Even if it seems impossible.

You're going to feel horrendous body pains.

Vomiting, diarrhea,

fears, anxiety, even panic.

But nothing I can tell you now is more important or more efficient

than what one of the inmates who has been through it can tell you.

Isn't that right, Tere?

Ok.

So, I was hooked on marijuana,

coke, speed, heroin,

-amphetamines, crack. -Tere.

Tere, let's get straight to the point.

-Sure, sorry. Withdrawal, right? -Yes.

Ok.

Well, I...

had withdrawal symptoms. Lots of them.

I can tell you about the first major withdrawal I had,

which was when my mom caught me using.

That one was in a bathroom.

In Vips.

-Because I wasn't getting up. -You mean "getting high"?

No. I wasn't getting up from the toilet.

I'd taken a huge dose of heroin,

my mom came down 45 minutes later and found me with a needle in my arm.

So she took it off me quickly,

put me in my room, and locked me in.

First comes the vomiting.

At the beginning, I remember that when they came in to clean it, I escaped.

I escaped twice, so they stopped coming in to clean.

My mom used to take me down to the pool of the complex,

so that I would do some exercise.

One day, I was floating there,

and people started getting out of the pool,

shouting at me and stuff... Thing is...

I'd shit myself.

It turns out that with the withdrawal,

and the yoghurt, you get diarrhea without even realizing it.

Yes.

Fuck.

Thing is... Fuck.

My mom had to pay a hefty fine,

and she threw me out of the house.

She threw me out of the house. And...

I mean...

I've only spoken to her a couple of times. Sorry.

Ok, Tere. Relax, breath.

How do you think your life has changed since then?

I started scheming in order to get free drugs.

Taking drugs from one place to another,

hiding it in joints or in my bum.

Very few people realize that this is lethal.

The consequences of just a single bag breaking,

or exploding inside your body, are irreversible.

Your body absorbs them.

I double wrapped them.

The body absorbs them in a few minutes,

and the blood carries them to the liver where they destroy it.

It does the same to the heart and the respiratory tract.

Not me, not anyone,

will be able to do anything to save your life.

So, are you training a bit?

I have a present for you.

It's a little gift, it's chocolate. Take it.

It's one of the few things that they haven't banned here yet.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Thank you for not reporting me.

It was your word against mine, you were going to lose, but...

Nevertheless, it was thoughtful of you.

Yes.

I didn't want to cause any drama.

And well, it's not like I was a virgin.

You have a sense of humor.

Sorry if I overstepped the mark a bit.

If you need anything that's within my power...

Yes.

Yes, I was going to ask you for the abortion pill.

I can ask Sandoval for it,

but I think he'll ask me for an explanation.

If you want, I'll ask my sister to buy it,

and you can meet her to pick it up.

-Or you can go to the medical center. -No. It's fine.

-Tell your sister I'll meet her. -Ok.

Blackie!

What have you done for Valbuena to get a chocolate from him?

You're so nosy. I got it for you. As a welcome gift.

But you've ruined it.

But I can't eat this, babe.

Can't you see that they don't let me? But not to be rude...

And besides...

ORGANIC CHEMISTRY BOTANY

...all this exercise is making me dizzy.

Bye.

I got it. Let's throw him in a swamp.

Your dad always says that bodies end up floating.

I'll tie rocks to his neck,

but we can't leave a body decomposing in the trunk of the car.

-What if we burn it? -Where?

Where are we going to burn it, Mom? And the teeth always remain... Shit!

Don't yell at me, Roman.

Please, don't yell at me.

What if we pull out his teeth?

What the fuck are you doing?

I was smoking a cigar. Sorry.

I turned on the showers because of the smoke.

-I'm going back to my cell... -Do you think I'm an idiot?

Fine, yes. It was a joint.

Yes, it's a joint. I'm looking at it. With heroin and speed...

Fuck.

Look, I'm a sentinel and I have to report you.

Did Anabel give it to you?

Anabel doesn't give out anything for free, you know.

Fucking hell! You're carrying her shit, aren't you?

-I'll throw it in the toilet. -No, not the toilet.

You need to give it back to her.

Because next time it won't be your hands.

Honestly.

Shit, I'm a sentinel and you're getting me in shit,

going to the bathroom.

For fuck's sake.

Don't suck on that! What are you doing? Give me that.

Give me that!

Give me that! What did the doctor say?

Fuck. What's going on? Why are you doing this?

It's the only way I can forget why I'm here!

We were in a car, we'd stolen it to have fun, to pass the time.

We'd done it before and nothing had ever happened.

If there was something valuable,

or money, we would keep it, but that was it.

Everything is pink.

We didn't want to hurt anybody.

Son of a bitch!

We didn't know the child was there.

He shouldn't have been there.

We got out of the car and left him there.

I thought...

I didn't think at all.

I just ran.

And they found him dead.

He died from a heat stroke.

I don't know, I'm really sorry.

Strip search.

Stand up.

Hands on your head.

You, over there.

Look straight ahead.

Add more water to the clams. They're drying out.

That pan, Curly, the oil is burning...

I'm on it.

Take the chicken,

and add a lot of salt so that it doesn't taste dry.

Move, idiot. If you burn my kitchen, I'll fucking kill you.

Fuck off, I don't want to see you again.

What the hell is going on here?

This shithead is destroying my kitchen.

Maybe if you weren't shouting so many orders at me...

You think you're fucking Chicote.

Valbuena, get her out of here because I'll kill her.

God gave you hands to open the clams, not to cook them.

Don't yell at me in this fucking shitty kitchen,

I don't give a fuck.

You think you're Miss Universe.

Stop messing around and shut up.

-Come on, man, let's go! -Don't speak to me.

That's enough, you two!

Do you want to clean the junkies' asses in the infirmary instead?

Maybe there you'll find asses that are cleaner than your shitty kitchen.

I'm going to give you a write-up.

On the second one, you'll spend winter in solitary.

Understood, Chicote?

What about her? She's the one who burned the paella dish.

But it's your responsibility.

Come on, move your ass. Let's go!

Have you spoken to your sister yet?

First I need to request the call and they have to approve it.

What have you given him?

You haven't sucked Valbuena's dick, have you?

Kabila... To my office.

Back off!

Open your mouth, open it.

There it is!

Lay her down, she has something obstructing her airway.

I need a sharp tool, a razor, knife, whatever.

Emergency, the doctor needs a sharp tool, a knife...

Bring it to the cell block bathroom urgently.

-There it is. -What is that shit?

Fuck you, Tere!

The worst thing isn't that you abused the authority that we gave you.

The worst thing is that you abused our trust,

to promote exactly what you were supposed to prevent.

That can only result in the most serious of punishments.

You'll remain in solitary indefinitely.

We've examined 300 cubic feet of ground under the microscope.

We haven't found a thing:

not even a hair, a nail, organic remains...

Everything was wiped clean.

Except this.

How is it possible that the shotgun slugs are clean?

Someone poured five jugs of acid on the scene of the crime.

Whoever took the Egyptian's body, if it was there, were professionals.

No plant life will grow in that area for the next 20 years.

We have no body, no proof, and no evidence to present to the judge.

I told you that Leopoldo and I once worked together on a couple of cases.

We were friends.

My name is Leopoldo Ferreiro,

and I'm the killer of Hanbal Hamadi, a.k.a. the Egyptian.

As I see it, it's illogical for him to confess to a murder without a body.

What are your theories?

The first one is that Ferreiro wants us to believe that the Egyptian is dead.

They both agree to disappear,

so perhaps they fabricated all of this to deceive us.

Even Jalapeño's death could be a smoke screen,

to make us think they were shooting at the Ferreiros.

It's a twisted plan, but a plan nonetheless.

The second theory: someone has taken the body,

and Leopoldo doesn't know about it.

Karim, his depressed wife, his son, the registrar, I don't know.

In all honesty, Ferreiro looked surprised when no body was found.

The third theory...

Are you taking notes?

-Yes, sir. -Well, write:

the third theory...

is that I don't have a fucking clue what the third theory is.

We're going to follow all possible leads.

We're going to expedite the 72 hours of incommunicado detention,

and we're going to try to catch Ferreiro contradicting himself.

Understood? What are you waiting for?

Is there any chance that he survived the gunshot?

I shot him at point-blank range. Two shots to the chest with a 12 caliber.

There's no chance that he climbed out of the hole alive.

I killed him.

-Have you spoken to your sister? -She didn't answer.

I left her a message. I'll try with the work phone.

-Fine, whatever, but do it now. -Don't tell me that.

-You could visit Family Planning. -No, I don't want any problems. Hurry up.

How's it going, Chemist, what's up? Have they still not caught you?

What do you mean: "Who is this"?

It's Estefi, man.

Yes. I'm still here, I'm still here.

Listen to me. I need you to do me a favor

and give something to my sister.

Ok.

We'll see, Mom.

We'll wait until it gets dark and then drive up to the mountains,

somewhere remote. Like the mountains of Toledo,

and we'll bury him.

We'll bury him. Agreed?

Even if we have to dig all night.

Will that make the body disappear?

-No. -Does it stop an animal digging it up?

No.

I wish your dad was here.

Given his ample experience in disappearing bodies, of course.

Whatever we do, Roman,

the body has to disappear forever.

Your dad's freedom depends on it.

Let's get more jugs of acid.

It's the only way.

Tell me something that doesn't make me feel stupid

every time I go to pee and look in the mirror.

I'm sitting here telling you that I killed a man,

and that's not enough for you.

You have shotgun slugs. You have a confession. A hole.

-Evidence. What more do you want? -Nothing.

Just a minor detail. Where the hell is the body?

You should read adventure books. They help you escape.

Finish up, we're closing the library early.

We're doing inventory. Come on.

Your dad has confessed to the Egyptian's murder.

-What? -Keep reading.

Last night, they took him to dig up the body, but there wasn't one.

Someone had taken it.

Keep reading.

A colleague at Homicide told me.

-Do you know who could have done it? -No.

My mom and my brother.

That's what I fear.

Aren't you going to report it?

Fuck, what the fuck are they gonna do with a body?

I don't know, considering the state of decomposition,

I imagine that they'll try to avoid its dismemberment.

They are sinking little by little,

up to their necks.

They are sinking, and when they realize, it'll be too late.

They're going to end up in prison one by one,

and I won't be able to do anything. I can't.

They're going to get more time than me.

The funniest thing is that there was a moment when I believed...

everything was going to be resolved.

The judge was going to review my case. I was going to walk free.

And we would go back to being a normal family,

with normal problems.

But no.

Are you taking Moby Dick or the Count of Montecristo?

Moby Dick.

Hey, I have a question.

Do you know the best way to dispose of a body?

Fuck. It's Lidia.

What do I do? Should I answer?

Answer.

Hello, darling. How's France? How's the investigation going?

I'm here.

I'm at the airport. Come and pick me up.

I can't right now, my love, I'm...

I'm taking my mum shopping.

Lidia?

The Egyptian killed my daughter in front of you.

You were following them.

You saw it all and you didn't tell me anything.

Come right now, or I'll talk to the police.

Antonia, you need to prepare a special diet plan for me.

Sandoval's orders.

Write down everything you need on this piece of paper.

-Then we'll see if they approve it. -Of course they will.

-Is everything ok? -Yes, it's all good.

I hope you didn't grow fond of him because...

he's gone, he's gone. Do you want some coffee?

-Yes. -Yes? All right, coffee.

Very well.

-How was your day? -It was good.

I was with a crazy girl who looks a lot like you. A lot.

With sugar?

-One or two? -One.

Good.

Oh, the coffee smells so nice.

-So nice, was it for Valbuena? -Yes. I'll make another one.

They don't let me drink it, but whatever.

Finish washing up. Come on.

Can you tell me what the hell you're planning to do to Valbuena?

Kill him.

You want me to tell you something new, don't you?

That's right.

Because generally someone who repeatedly says

that they are a murderer, turns out not to be.

Do you want me to tell you how someone feels

when you put a gun in their mouth so that they confess to a crime?

So that they say they killed and buried someone,

and dragged them along like a dog?

Are you telling me

that the Egyptian is still alive?

We're going to let Mr. Ferreiro leave due to a lack of evidence.

Inform Judge Andrade and a relative,

and tell them to bring his personal belongings.

They killed my daughter in front of you.

In front of your dad, and you haven't told me anything.

Karim killed a policeman in your house,

while they were waiting to kill you.

Your dad has confessed to killing and burying the Egyptian,

and you haven't told me anything.

I call you and you tell me that you're out shopping with your mom.

I can tell you when and why I started lying to you:

when the people harassing my sister

threatened to kill us for nine million euros.

After that, I continued to lie to you.

I continued while we tried everything we could to escape that hell.

And that bastard ran over Lucia.

I lied to you, Lidia,

to avoid causing you any more pain.

One always expects a judge to know what to do,

to do the right thing.

But I don't know what to do with you. I don't know what to do with all this.

Tell me something, Roman.

Did you ever put my daughter in danger?

-Knowingly? -No.

My pain will never be as heartwrenching as yours,

but it was enough to drive me to murder your daughter's killer.

Are you ok?

Yes.

Take me home.

Do you want to know how you feel after killing a man?

No. Don't tell me anything.

A little pill in a glass. Is that your plan?

Does getting the victim to poison himself sound like a bad plan?

There's no motive, no one knows what he did.

Does that sound like a bad plan?

What did he do to you?

He raped me.

He raped me while making me neigh like a horse.

He electrocuted me to make me do as he said.

He washed me like an animal to cover his tracks.

Then he offered me a chocolate, as if it had all been a prank.

No one will judge him for all of that.

So I'm going to do it.

I've made up my mind.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

No.

Listen to me closely, Curly.

Listen to me closely.

If we're going to kill that asshole,

we can't do it in the heat of the moment.

The most important thing is to not get caught.

Forget that pill, and all that bullshit. Trust a friend.

Do I not have experience killing people?

Leopoldo. I've come to pick you up. Let's go.

Are you here to pick up your father-in-law?

I'm a family friend.

Wait for us outside for a minute.

You have him.

Leopoldo Ferreiro,

with that harmless face, has killed a man,

tortured and buried him.

Now I don't know why, but he has also dug him up.

-Yeah? Are you sure about that? -He confessed it himself.

That's why you're letting him walk, right?

Instead of looking for the bastard who pulled the trigger,

you're hunting the Ferreiros, and when a Ferreiro gets killed,

you'll end up in a mental hospital for doing a shitty job.

A shitty job? My job is to go after murderers like Leopoldo.

So what if he is? So what?

If I can kill fucking Bin Laden before he walks in and kills five people,

I'll pull the trigger.

-I'm not waiting for the order. -Frankly, I don't understand.

If you continue hunting the Ferreiros, you'll end up finding me.

You'll need to sit me before a judge and accuse me of the same thing as them.

Let's go, Leopoldo.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

The fucking human shield?

Idiot!

-Castillo. -What?

The tracking device has been activated on Ferreiro's car.

-Anything else? -The missing girl.

Her family have just received a ransom demand.

-The kidnapping has been confirmed. -For fuck's sake.

Where is the Egyptian's body?

I don't know.

Good afternoon.

You left the airport without security.

I'm sorry. It was a mistake due to a personal matter.

It won't happen again. I'm sorry.

It's my fiancé and his mom. Everything is alright.

Ok.

Open the door.

What was all of that?

They've provided security for the case.

As you know, I'm now leading the Karim investigation.

The Syrian.

Subtitles: Claudio González

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