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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

There were human and cow remains in the pit.

They look like young women's bones at different stages of decomposition.

At my house, you said you had a sister, but when I asked you,

you said you didn't. Which one is it?

- I did, but she died. - Are you OK?

Ever since your visit as a Civil Guard, Vidal has gone crazy.

I don't like that woman. Find out more. I want to know who she is.

We paid some whores, threw a party and that's that.

Search the house if you like.

Orgies, simulated rape, sadomasochism...

There was a dungeon where they were tied up and tortured.

I see you liked me and you're back for more.

Stop! Don't move.

Pamela, what's wrong?

Hold on, tell me where you are.

OK.

What did they do to you? Move!

Drop the weapon!

Don't move. Don't do anything stupid.

My colleagues are on their way. Calm down, please.

THE TASTE OF DAISIES

You mixed up the balance sheets I asked for, Matilla.

Well, I didn't...

Do you know how you made me look in front of Elixio Montero?

I don't understand how that happened.

Listen up, you idiot!

This isn't the first time this has happened

and I don't know who you think you are.

Are you listening to me?

- Yes, of course. - Do you have anything to say?

- Sorry. - You're a weirdo, Matilla.

Next time that happens, you're out. Is that clear?

No greater grief than to remember days Of joy, when misery is at hand.

CHAPTER V

Stop! Don't move.

Chuck that on the floor.

Why are you taking those reliefs down?

- They called me to take them down. - Who?

I don't know, someone from the estate agent's.

I've found where the party took place and I have someone.

Do you know who this is?

Marta.

She works at the petrol station and helps out at the church.

She gets on well with my brother.

Where were you the day she went missing?

When did she go missing?

Nine days ago at around 4pm.

Two days after the patron saint festivities.

I was at home, with a friend.

She works at the club, right?

Yes. Samanta.

Do you pay her for her services?

I pay her because she needs the money

and she helps out around the house and keeps me company.

We have a sort of relationship.

Do you work as a builder?

I was a butcher before,

but now with this whole thing with the vets, I can't.

I do paint jobs and construction.

Do you have red paint?

- I do. - We'll take a sample.

Why were you taking down the reliefs in the villa?

They called me before for other jobs.

- Cleaning jobs? - No.

Did you do any other jobs there?

No, that was the first time I went to that villa.

The tooth we found in the villa matches the jaw we found in the pit.

To rip out a tooth in one go, it must've been brutal.

They may have broken her neck with a blow like that.

So, it's very likely that the person we found in the pit

- died at one of these parties. - And the other women?

Possible, but there's nothing connecting them.

Did the crime lab not find any more clues at the villa?

- Just the tooth? - Nothing.

That place is spotless. It reeks of bleach in some areas.

It looks like they do a good cleaning job after every party.

- But there's one thing in our favor. - What?

The dungeon inside the secret room.

In that attire it's very easy to find traces of DNA.

Leather is very hard to clean

and we may find some traces in the gaps between the chains and buckles.

This corner shows us that it's the same place that Marta filmed,

the place where her victim was,

who is probably the person who killed the other women.

And it may also be the same person

who ordered Xabier to take down those reliefs.

How did that person know what we were looking for?

I spent the morning asking everyone about the reliefs.

Word must've spread.

And they sent Xabier to take them down.

Xabier told us that it was someone from an estate agent's.

What was his name?

Ricardo Bergantiños, nice to meet you.

You work in property as well as at the bank.

- I'm the office manager. - You must earn quite a lot.

Not quite.

It's a small estate agent's

and they don't pay that well at the bank.

Does your estate agent's handle this villa?

- We do. - Who owns it?

We do. We bought it a few years ago.

We reached an agreement with the bank.

A sweet deal thanks to your position at the bank.

It didn't end up being a good deal.

We did buy it cheap, but haven't been able to sell it since.

- But you rent it out. - We don't do that either.

We haven't received a penny from that villa.

A woman told me about parties that go on there.

I have a recording of one of them.

A recording showing reliefs which you ordered to have taken down.

Do you want to tell me the truth

or would you rather I ask the judge for an arrest warrant?

It's true. I rent it out to a man who pays me cash in hand.

- Who? - I don't know who it is.

He pays and only pays in cash.

That's his only condition: No records so that he can keep renting it.

And to keep a lid on what goes on there.

I'd like to access your phone records,

take your fingerprints and a DNA sample.

Why? Are you accusing me of something?

I assure you that if a crime was committed in that villa,

I didn't know.

The best way to show that is to cooperate.

Of course, I'll do whatever needs to be done.

Another thing. Who's in charge of cleaning after every party?

Why are you here, Lieutenant?

Want an invitation to one of my parties?

Can I get you anything?

The ones you throw at your house with bunny costumes?

Those ones.

The ones that don't exist?

We found the place where those parties are thrown

and according to estate agent, Ricardo Bergantiños,

you're in charge of cleaning up after every party.

One more lie and I'll arrest you for obstruction of justice.

What other jobs do you do for him?

I started by taking him his post from the estate agent's

and then he offered me a cleaning job at the villa.

- To you, not to a company? - He pays in cash and wants discretion.

Why is discretion so important?

If you've been there, you'd know what kind of parties they were.

Or did you not find the secret room?

What else do you find when cleaning?

That place ends up a state:

Bottles, glasses, cigarette butts, stains everywhere...

Blood?

- Once. - And you didn't say anything.

That's what I'm paid for:

Not to ask, not to tell and to leave the place spotless.

Did you ever take anything?

They don't leave anything behind. Just broken bottles, things like that.

I'm not referring to an object, I mean a person.

I don't know what you mean.

They bring a lot of underage girls to that place

and I think you have a van that can transport them.

Do you have any proof of that?

I have someone's testimony.

And will that person repeat it to a judge?

Next time you want to talk to me, make sure there's a lawyer present.

I've cooperated enough.

I'm sure that that arsehole,

apart from trying to fool us and clean the villa,

is taking the girls there and doing other jobs for the organizers.

Why are you so sure?

- A girl from the club confirmed it. - Who?

I can't say. I don't even know her name. They all have nicknames.

- Would she testify before a judge? - She's really scared.

I'm also sure that that guy knows more.

He could even be who we're looking for.

No, he's too dumb to organize the whole thing,

but he is crazy enough to kill them.

But we can't do anything until we have proof or reliable testimony.

I know. And we're running out of time.

I'm the one retiring around here, not you.

That's what I meant.

I'd like both of us to share the glory of solving this case.

The photos are here.

It's of the missing women in the north-eastern peninsular

in the last ten years.

Even the Portuguese military and Judicial Police

are collaborating at the request of UCO.

So, in a few days we've gone from third to first division.

They're comparing DNA from the bones with those of the

women. In less than 48 hours, they'll send us the results

and the files from their cases.

It's shameful that all this was right in front of our noses for ten years

and that no one realized.

What are you thinking about?

Marta knew exactly when and where this party was taking place.

I dunno, maybe she was invited like the rest of the girls.

No. The others came from outside and Marta had to go in costume.

She wasn't invited, but still went in.

Someone must've told her.

And it wasn't the women from the club,

they barely know about these parties.

It was someone from the inside, who organizes them.

Who?

I have a theory, but I don't want to jump the gun.

See you tomorrow.

Their Royal Highnesses of Spain and the President of the government

have arrived at Santiago de Compostela to welcome, the day after tomorrow,

along with ecclesiastical authorities and tens of thousands of pilgrims,

His Holiness the Pope.

They will also arrive during...

Here, Dori.

Come on, Dori, eat something.

I know you miss your owners,

but I've had a tough day too and I wasn't able to take you.

I'll take you to them tomorrow.

But then who's going to keep me company?

When I get back, I'll take you for a walk.

Our last walk.

But I have work to do now. Here.

You bastard!

Hey, Rebeca, stop! You said you couldn't see anything, but you can!

That happens when you take lots of pics, but I discarded those.

Really? So, why are they online now?

- I don't know. It wasn't me. - So, who was it?

I don't know! Someone stole the hard disc and must've uploaded them.

I swear I didn't do anything.

Do you really think I'd do that to you?

- I rejected you and... - And what? Please believe me, Rebeca.

You're my friend.

I've spent the day looking for those photos and trying to delete them.

What do I do when my parents find out? Or the head?

I don't know, but whatever happens, I'll be there to help you.

I'm your friend and I always will be.

Thanks.

Let's get out of here.

Have you gone mad?

We can't do that. Vidal will kill us.

- He won't know. - He will.

He's more on edge than ever. He hasn't stopped watching you.

It'll be impossible to do that.

No, it won't be.

There he is.

It has to be now.

It'll be impossible.

I have an idea.

- Samanta... - Yes, love.

Can you help me with this?

Bernabé, I'm really bad at those things.

- Come on, please. - Let's see...

Let's see.

- I'll use the red one, OK? - OK.

Like this?

Careful, OK?

Between the last food shop I did and all the potatoes they gave Xabier

- the cupboard's full. - OK.

I was thinking of storing them somewhere else.

In the warehouse with the red door?

The one that's always locked with a padlock?

Bernabé, you know which one I'm talking about, right?

You can't keep them there.

- Why? - Cos you can't.

Because I...

I can't go in there either

so you can't.

There must be a reason he doesn't let anyone in.

I don't know.

- Bernabé. - What?

- Bernabé. - What?

What does your brother keep in that warehouse?

Tools.

And the knives I used to kill the pigs.

That's why I don't let Bernabé go in, so he doesn't hurt himself.

I just wanted to store the potatoes there.

It's very humid, they'd go off.

I'll put them out of the way.

OK, let's have dinner.

Don't you have work today? They gave me the night off, sweetie.

Don't make that face. Smile.

There'll be time for suffering and crying, but for now...

What's going on? Can't you see it's occupied?

A present from Vidal, today you'll have double the fun.

How nice of Mr. Wheels.

Wait for me outside.

I'm liking this.

But I don't know you.

Dammit, no! Not you! Fuck!

Let go of me! Help!

You bit...!

You don't seem to get it. You need to keep your voice down.

Fine.

- What do you want? - I ask the questions around here.

You understand the game?

Do you understand it?

What do you know about the girls at these parties?

Nothing.

I don't know anything! I would just take the girls.

That's all I know. I swear!

Who brought them? Where would you pick them up?

Where would you pick them up?

They would call me from an unknown number

and I would follow directions. Some junction near the town.

They brought them there and put them in a van.

They didn't let me see them or the people loading them in.

Then I would drop them off at the house.

- What happened at those parties? - I don't know! I wasn't allowed in!

I only took the girls there and cleaned up afterwards.

Did you ever pick up a body?

No, but once when I got there, there was blood.

- Where? - In the secret room.

It seems that things got out of hand. Those people pay for that kind of thing.

How did Marta know about these parties?

Tell me how Marta knew about these parties! - I told her about them! - You? Why?

Marta tried to blackmail me with some recordings.

She was asking me for 3,000 Euros.

I told her she could make 100 times more

if she blackmailed someone more important than me

and then gave me a little cut.

So, you told her the time, place and what she had to wear.

- Exactly. - And what happened?

What happened? She chose the wrong guy to blackmail at the party.

And they killed her?

Marta doesn't matter! What really matters is the recording she made!

- Where's the recording? - Marta is the only one who knows.

So they took her to make her talk?

That was the plan.

"That was the plan"?

So, they didn't take her? Did she escape?

I didn't say anything.

Of course.

That's why someone was always one step ahead going through her things.

They wanted to catch her to get that recording and then kill her.

I have no idea.

I just know that Marta's missing and no one knows where...

- Who's behind these parties? - I don't know.

- And even if I did, I couldn't say. - What? Are you sure about that?

You have no idea what you're dealing with, newbie.

If you say something about this or do anything to myself or Vivi,

they'll find out you talked to the Civil Guard

and then you'll be at the mercy of the people you're so scared of.

All yours.

Hey.

You two.

Pili and Mili or whatever you're called. Come.

Move those tight arses of yours and get to work. Chop chop!

LEAVE

Dori?

Xabier?

What do you want? I have a lot of work.

I spent a lot of time with that girl and don't want to end late.

Don't worry about that. I've got a little job for you.

Even though my legs don't work,

it doesn't mean what's in between them doesn't.

Do you want a service?

Of course.

And I want you to be very affectionate.

Of course.

Of course, my love.

Hold on, hold on.

Where are you going? What's the hurry?

Where's the romance? What are we, animals?

Take it slow.

I want you to dance for me.

- OK? - OK.

Wind those hips.

Wind them a little more, go on.

More, more.

That's it, more.

Nice.

Wind.

I prefer girls from Mazaricos to Mexicans, did you know that, Pamela?

Or would you rather I call you Ana?

That is your name, isn't it? Ana.

Come, sit down.

Do you also turn your friend on like that? What's her name?

- I don't know. - What? You don't know?

- No. - Did she not tell you what she does?

We don't talk.

She comes for what she comes for.

Right, right...

And what does she come for?

Want me to show you?

I would love it.

I would love it.

So, you've been talking to the Civil Guard, bitch.

Look who the rat turned out to be.

How are you? Are you already here?

Hi, I'm calling about Dori.

I was going to bring her back today, but...

...she's escaped again.

Sorry about that.

Is she bringing Dori?

Has something happened to Dori?

No, but she's escaped again.

This is your fault, Dad! You should've looked for her.

- Calm down, she'll turn up. - I don't believe you! Leave me alone!

What's wrong?

Where were you last night?

I woke up and you weren't there.

I heard noises and went outside to check.

Don't you believe me?

Do you want me to trust you?

Then tell me what's in the warehouse with the red door.

- Tools, I already told you. - Tools...

OK, then let's go there and you can show me.

It's late, I'm tired. Don't talk silly.

You think earning my trust is silly?

Answer me!

What did I do for you to treat me like this?

Haven't I cared for you? Stood up for you to those bastards?

Been seen with you around town? What more do you want?

Just tell me what's going on.

- Leave. - What?

I said leave!

Not only are you underage,

but they can't make your photos public if you don't want to.

The people sharing those photos are committing a crime.

Can't you do anything to make them disappear?

I can call cyber crime for them to block the pages they're on.

Do it, please.

Rebeca, the internet is an unrelenting world.

The people who have those photos can send them whenever they want.

But I'll do what I can.

Remember, the internet may seem like a lot at first,

but people are quick to forget.

How could I have been so stupid? Taking pictures like that...

You can take whatever picture you like of yourself!

The people in the wrong here are the ones sharing the photos.

- Who took them? - David, a friend.

He had them on a hard disc and it got stolen.

Could he have uploaded them online?

David? No, impossible. He's my best friend.

The poor thing would never do that to me.

"Poor thing"? Why? What happened to him?

Nothing... He's into me.

And you're not into him.

- How long ago did this happen? - Recently.

Just after I split up with Brais.

I'd like to talk to David. See if I can find that hard disc.

Where does he live?

Your son, David, took some photos of Rebeca Seoane,

the daughter of a Civil Guard.

Yes, I know who it is. She's good friends with my son.

He likes photography and she wants to be a model.

It's what the kids are into.

Those photos became public online

and some were a little off color.

My son doesn't take photos like that.

I'm not talking about porn or anything like that,

but they were photos that Rebeca didn't want made public.

My son wouldn't hurt a fly and much less his best friend.

I'm sure that's the case.

- David said that his disc was stolen. - Well, that must be what happened.

That's why I want to find who did it. Would you mind if I looked in his room?

See if I find any clues as to who could've stolen it.

Come in.

I thought that we'd raised her well,

that she wouldn't be stupid enough to do this.

You never messed up when you were young?

- Not like that. - Times have changed.

There are different ways of getting into trouble now.

And this wasn't Rebeca's fault. Rebeca's the victim.

What she needs is your support, not to get grounded.

I know.

There's more. There are more photos of other girls on the hard disc,

similar to Rebeca's ones.

From what I found, David went out with some of them afterwards.

He used those pictures to hook up?

That, and he has a cousin who has contacts with modeling agencies.

That's how the girls fell into his arms.

Rebeca was smarter than that, so David got revenge.

It was David?

He uploaded those photos online?

The hard disc was at his house.

- What did you call me for? - We found your hard disc.

- Oh. Can you give it to me? - Not for now, it's evidence.

Yes, yes, of course.

Rebeca says that it was stolen from you, but I found it in your room.

- You were in my room? - Your mother let me in.

Right.

I don't know, I must've lost it and thought that it got stolen.

And the photos uploaded themselves?

I don't know. I didn't do anything.

That's what the cyber crime unit will tell us, you can go for now.

How's it going, David?

I have to go out. Come on, I'll drop you home.

Wait for me here. I have to make a few calls.

How did you do that?

No, don't tell me, let me guess.

When I braked, you hit the seat in front as you weren't wearing your seatbelt.

That's it, right?

So clumsy.

Go on, put your seatbelt on.

And be grateful that it wasn't more than that, it could've been a lot worse.

What do you want, Brais? Have you heard?

No, it couldn't have been David.

What a dick.

Yeah, I need to talk to you too.

OK, see you there.

SUSPECTS - FRIENDS - MISSING

WANTED BY THE CULPRIT. STILL ALIVE?

You're gonna kill me, Eva.

I burst a tire and left the bumper against a signpost.

On top of that, I lost mum's bracelet.

I got lost at the exit and don't know...

In the middle of the woods.

There's some kind of red tank.

Should I call the insurance company? A garage?

Someone's coming. I'll call you later.

CALL: LOCATION? IN THE WOODS, CAR, BILLBOARDS, CAR HORN

BIKE, TRAFFIC LIGHT, RED TANK, DAISIES?

Traffic? It's Lieutenant Vargas, Judicial Police.

I'm calling about the case in Muriás.

I need to know if there was an accident two years ago.

On kilometer 15, Os Muíños road.

Yes, it's urgent.

Rebeca needs our help

not to see us fighting and being suspicious of one another.

How could I not be suspicious?

Could you please think about Rebeca and put your jealousy to one side?

I swear you have nothing to be scared of.

I've never been unfaithful to you and never will be.

I may hide work things from you,

or that I'm smoking again...

...but I do it not to worry you.

But I would never cheat on you.

I'll try to believe you

because this is really affecting Rebeca

and it's not fair.

Thank you.

Admittedly, I was going kind of crazy.

I searched the whole house looking for proof that you were cheating.

And you didn't find anything.

Not to do with that...

...but...

...I did find this.

- I haven't smoked joints. - They're not yours.

Rebeca had them stashed away.

We'll have to talk to her about this.

But it's not that big a deal.

Brais and the thing with the photos is what's important right now.

What are you doing?

Are you better?

You should've seen how they were all looking at me.

Everyone?

No, not everyone.

At least now you know who's worth it.

Rebeca, I'm sorry.

I failed you...

...but I love you.

I'll be by your side for as long as you want.

Lieutenant Vargas.

Pamela, what's wrong?

Wait, tell me where you are.

OK.

What did they do to you?

Move!

What's wrong?

Throw your weapon!

Don't move. Don't do anything stupid.

My colleagues are on their way.

Calm down, please.

No!

Pamela!

Hang in there.

Hang in there, Ana.

- Sorry... - No. Ana, no.

Hang in there, please.

Please, don't leave me.

Ana.

No! No!

Ana.

Ana. Ana...

Now you don't want me to die?

I know we never talk, but if you're listening to me,

you had no right to let her die! Not her!

Ana had a shit life and you let her die in my arms.

Why didn't you do anything?

Why didn't you do anything for the other women?

You took away what I loved most.

You already know why I'm here.

And there's no going back now.

I know that you don't like what I'm going to do...

...but what happened to them is a lot worse.

If you're not going to help me...

...at least don't stand in my way.

What a lovely surprise! You've come with all your friends today.

I do prefer it when you come alone doing your lesbo thing.

- You bastard! You killed Ana! - Rosa!

Rosa! No! Rosa! Let go of him. Don't get involved.

This arsehole is behind everything.

We've come to find proof, not for you to get into trouble.

You want them to say that a Civil Guard beat up a man in a wheelchair?

Would you like some herbal tea, Lieutenant?

You seem a little tense today.

Search the rooms and interrogate the girls.

I want to know Ana's steps before she was killed.

One thing...

The killer could walk.

So it wasn't me.

What?

If only time stood still and we could stay like this forever.

Yes.

Even though we'd starve to death.

- And our bladder would explode. - How very unromantic.

You started it.

- Why can't it be like that? - Like what?

The two of us together, forever.

Are you being serious?

Muñiz's son offered me a job in Madrid.

- Come with me. - To Madrid?

- What would we live off? - I can sell my car.

They've offered me loads for it

and I'll have a much better paid job in Madrid.

What do you say?

I don't know.

- I have to think about it. - Of course.

Hi, sexy, we've seen your pictures and they're a turn-on.

Go to hell.

- Don't be frigid! - Let go.

Get her!

- You're gonna have fun. - Stop!

- Even more than us. - Help!

- Open up. - Let go of me!

Go inside!

- Let go! - Don't move!

Shit, let's get out of here!

Are you OK?

Come on, I'll take you home.

I'm sorry.

I know.

Pétalos Club.

Who is this?

No, sorry, who are you?

I want to talk to Samanta.

Oh, I see...

Samanta, it's your boyfriend, the sacristan.

He's nothing to me anymore.

- What should I say? - That I can't come to the phone.

- She can't talk. - No, wait, don't hang up.

Tell her that.

I'm really sorry.

He says that he's really sorry, he asks for your forgiveness and he loves you.

Look, Xabier.

Better it than me.

When he said that he loved you, he sounded sincere.

I don't know what he did to you, but he seemed sorry.

I wish I had someone like that to hold onto and get out of here.

How hard would it be to give him another chance and talk to him?

The clients won't be here for another few hours. Go on, I'll cover for you.

Oh, sweetie.

Thanks a lot.

Vivi!

And Samanta?

She had to pop out.

What the hell does she think this is, a ministry?

She went to buy some straws, they're getting hard to find.

Any other person would've made a crappy dirty joke about that.

Luckily for you, I'm an intellectual.

Hand me the phone.

Yes?

We have to meet. The usual place.

LEMOS BROTHERS CARPENTRY

Do you know what I should do with you?

Get you on all fours and spank you on the bum one by one.

That's what I should do!

It was you against her! And you had one of my whores as bait!

- And you go and shoot the wrong one. - I had a clean shot of her.

But your slut started to talk. She ratted me out.

I had to shoot her.

And couldn't you at least have killed both of them?

I don't know what happened. Things got complicated.

She took out a gun and I had to run.

He should've killed her at the hostel.

I'm not a murderer.

I scared her, like you asked me to.

Well, I can see how effective that was...

That was the best outcome.

Why the hell didn't you come to me first?

Threatening and killing a Civil Guard agent? Have you gone mad?

If something happens to her, the whole force would be on us.

And you know what could happen if we don't fix this, Mauro?

I assure you that if this affects the people up top,

UCO, Special Operations, the Army and whoever fucking else

will seem like a picnic compared to what could happen to us.

Let's make that very clear!

What could happen with the Civil Guard? You go to jail?

You end up being someone's prison bitch

and letting them shoot hoops with your arse?

That's nothing!

Those people, our clients...

...won't just settle for killing us.

They'll torture you

and then go for your families and take away everything. Everything!

Having the whole Civil Guard here

and being in every paper isn't the solution either!

I'm out, I'm going to Vigo with my brothers.

If you disappear now, as a suspect,

you'll be confirming your guilt.

Why are you chiming in so much? Weren't you supposed to throw her off?

I tried, but it's not that easy.

I already gave them Muñiz, who was dying, and Xacobe.

The guy who took the dead girls' clothes to dress up as a woman.

My God. I ask for someone trustworthy and who do you bring me?

- Another idiot like you! - Xacobe was the perfect culprit.

Everything pointed to him without having to tamper with any evidence!

But even then, Lieutenant Vargas wasn't fooled.

- That's why I want to get rid of her. - That's very dangerous.

Killing a Civil Guard is no joke!

And what do you suggest?

Find Marta Labrada before she does. Her recording.

Without that, however close she gets, she has nothing.

Do whatever you have to, but get that recording.

- And don't screw up! - Relax.

I assure you that from all of us here, I have the most to lose.

Xabier!

Xabier!

Xabier!

Brais?

I've thought about it and, yes, I'll go with you.

What a numpty, Mauro.

Pétalos Club?

If sometimes I'm quiet or tense or don't say anything,

it's just to protect you.

Is this village that bad?

The things they did to those women,

I can't help but think about you guys

and it makes me sick.

Are you involved in Marta's disappearance?

No.

- If you're hiding something... - I know what would happen to me!

You know why we're looking for her and what you could stand to lose!

- Someone was here. - What do you think?

That Marta Labrada could've been held here.

No.

- What is this? - It looks like a phone card.

Did Marta film porn?

My dad told me that she prostituted herself and filmed her clients.

What's wrong?

You have to see this.

Are you Marta Labrada?

No.

I'm Lieutenant Rosa Vargas.