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A NETFLIX SERIES

What were you doing in there, Miren?

They've already taken my statement.

Three times.

I just came to ask some questions.

He jumped right in front of me, without warning.

You shouldn't have come alone.

Go home.

Belén!

The kid jumped after a call.

What happened?

I can't tell you anything.

-We'll be issuing a press release. -Was it related to Amaya?

Two years ago, the police didn't do shit for me.

You didn't help me.

You abandoned me.

Will you do the same thing to that family?

To that girl?

Miren!

Let's go.

You should have called me.

I spoke with my contact at the station.

Those guys were dangerous, Miren.

They recorded child pornography and distributed it.

When will all this end?

What?

Bastards like David Luque.

Like his son.

When will we put an end to them?

Now the fucker cries.

He used his son to pick up girls and take them to his wife's apartment.

They drugged and raped them there.

-Have you checked his alibi? -Yes. It wasn't him.

These are the CCTV images from a shop on García Abril street.

You can see him buying an umbrella at the parade.

His son could've taken her.

He was playing video games with friends. We checked.

It fucking sucks.

I saw something on the computer before Samuel deleted it all.

It looked like this.

Like an icon.

Have you ever seen it?

No.

The kid was scared shitless.

Miren,

forget it.

He had a child pornography network.

Who watched it?

Who were their clients?

The end users.

Let me write an article about David Luque.

About his son.

-It might be related to the disappearance. -No.

You must keep your distance.

You can't turn this into something personal.

I told you to keep your distance.

It's for your own sake.

You have to think about yourself.

Hello?

Ana.

What is it?

It wasn't David.

The inspector called.

He doesn't have her.

Thanks.

Miren.

What do you want?

You can talk to me.

If that brat did what he did, he deserved to die.

About you. About what happened to you.

I can't even begin to imagine what you went through.

But I'm here.

Thanks again.

SIX YEARS AFTER AMAYA'S DISAPPEARANCE

It can't be tracked.

-You haven't found anything? -No.

Let me try and explain.

Digital recordings contain metadata

that allow us to know the date, time, and even the location of the recording.

But VHS doesn't have that.

Not a thing.

Do we know it if was recorded in Spain?

No. But look at this.

Every VHS recording device leaves a unique mark on the tape.

-No two are the same. -What device did they use?

This is a Sanyo VCR.

I'd say it's from '85.

How long will it take you to find her?

He had a child pornography network.

Who watched it?

Who were their clients? The end users.

The tape, the room…

You've got clues, right?

I saw something on the computer before Samuel deleted it.

Like an icon.

Forget it.

Domestic abuse reports have increased by 10,6% in 2016,

up to 142,893--

Didn't you make a copy, Miren?

No.

I don't get it.

How could you not make a copy?

We can't publish anything.

Secrecy in summary proceedings.

Did you see the images? Did you see the girl?

You don't eat the crust?

That story is a bomb and they sent it to us.

It fell from the sky.

You should've shown me before giving it to the police.

Paco, you would have published it.

I want to save Amaya.

These are the websites where you can buy this kind of junk.

It would take months to investigate.

And we have no staff. Did you speak with the chief again?

He asked the central office, but they're probably laughing at him.

This makes no sense, Chaparro.

What doesn't?

If you kidnap a girl, why risk getting caught after such a long time?

Why send a tape now?

The kidnapper is batshit crazy.

No.

-He sent the tape on her birthday. -So what?

It's too personal. It feels studied, planned.

Hello?

Yeah. We're on our way. Thanks. We have him on camera.

-Who? -The guy who left the tape at the paper.

Another day without breakfast.

-Grab some cookies. -Are you blind?

Hi.

In this range, I'd recommend this.

It will look great on you.

-I love it. -Perfect.

Would you like to see something a bit more classic, maybe?

-You said it was for a party. -Yeah.

Hi.

Good morning. May I help you?

Hi. I work across the street.

I'm Miren Rojo, a journalist at Diario Sur.

Could I speak with you for a moment?

Thank you.

What's the article about?

I'm reporting about neighborhood businesses.

The ones that survived the recession.

You're the owner, right?

Co-owner.

I own it with my brother, Victor.

Our parents opened the shop a long time ago.

-How long has it been? Forty years? -Or 50!

Imagine that, 50 years.

Times were different. Everything was safer.

Have you ever been robbed?

Someone smashed in our window two years ago.

But they didn't take much.

That's why you have a security camera at the door.

From that angle, you must see the whole street.

Are you sure this is about the recession?

No.

The police were here this morning asking about that camera too.

They took a flash drive with the images.

What's going on?

Could I see those images?

No, Concha, don't mess with the police.

Hey, how much does it cost

to place an ad on the cover of Diario Sur?

Málaga edition or regional edition?

Did you promise someone a front-page ad?

-For a week. -Who gave you permission to do that?

Is that the guy who left the tape?

It could be the kidnapper.

Miren. We have to publish it.

There are more cameras going that way.

One could have caught him. Give me some time.

Miren.

What are you doing here?

I have the images of the guy that left the tape.

Care to comment?

If you have any questions, call the National Police communications office.

-What's she doing here again? -Good morning.

Can you believe they delete the cameras every hour?

They're just for show.

That guy had to come this way, Chaparro.

Please tell me Civil Security has some news.

I went with them. We asked door to door and got nothing.

What we need are more officers to comb this whole neighborhood.

What are you still doing here? Get a move on or I'll fine you.

Miren.

-You know what quid pro quo means, right? -Belén.

Do you know what quid pro quo means?

What do you want?

I want thousands of eyes looking.

I want something in exchange.

Ask away.

If you arrest the pig that kidnapped Amaya I want to be the first one to know.

I want the scoop.

Quid pro quo.

EL PALO CAR STORAGE LONG-TERM STORAGE OPTIONS

I guess you still don't drink coffee.

-Would you like some tea? -Thanks.

-Here. -Thanks.

Why are you here?

Did the police call you?

Yeah, Inspector Millán.

They want to release the tape and I gave them permission.

What?

As soon as they upload it, everything will start over again, Ana.

All the journalists prodding,

pretending they care about us and our daughter.

-Álvaro… -A useless circus.

Are we going to put ourselves through that again?

Until two days ago,

do you know what call I expected to get from the police?

One telling me Amaya was dead.

Saying our daughter's little body had been lying around for six years somewhere.

But now

we've got a chance to find her.

I have hope too. But the press isn't going to help us.

-Miren believes so. -Miren.

-I trust her. -Miren Rojo, the great journalist.

She's the only one who has kept on writing.

She benefits from it. She's taking advantage of you, of us!

Ana.

Ana.

What about this?

This isn't "taking advantage?"

You wrote a fucking comic book about our life!

You're making money off of our child!

You wrote about her, about me, about us.

Isn't that taking advantage, Álvaro?

We want to publish it on our webpage

so thousands of people can see the images in case someone recognizes something.

The furniture, the girl, the VHS brand, whatever. Okay?

Come on, get to work.

What do you see there?

VIDEO OF AMAYA APPEARS…

A news article.

No.

That's a shit bomb.

I've gotten calls from the government,

the general attorney and someone from Internal Affairs.

Whoever leaked that is fucked.

It was me.

You?

It's a criminal offense. It compromises the investigation.

Write me up.

Go ahead.

Write me up.

I've been on this case for six years.

All I want is to find the girl.

We're receiving more information than ever before.

I've asked for more staff since day one.

But it fell on deaf ears.

"Gentlemen, we need more people to investigate all the promising leads."

I don't know.

We can do that or be the fools who waited on their asses

for a regional newspaper to solve the case.

It's all thanks to her. We owe it to her. Miren!

Hundreds, no, thousands of visits to our website.

Listen, newspapers from around the world are calling us.

I'm going to build a statue of you! May I?

I'm serious.

-Congratulations. -Thanks.

-Hey, order whatever you want. -Okay.

Excuse me.

-I'll have a beer. -Right away.

Make it two.

Congratulations on the scoop.

I heard it in the car. It's everywhere.

The girl is still missing.

But you know she's alive.

Eduardo.

-Paco. -How are you doing?

Great. You?

Now that we're super popular, are you coming back?

I don't think so.

I'm very happy teaching, Paco. I'm just here to celebrate.

We miss you, my friend.

Liar.

Congratulations. Tell me everything.

And they sent you the tape?

Directly addressed to you?

Was it a handwritten note?

I know a graphologist who could analyze it.

It was typed.

-They left us no clues. -Of course.

-It's amazing, Miren. -What is?

I always knew you'd do something big.

One of my few students who would achieve something.

-Yeah, right. -Honestly.

Let me tell you something. Most of my students are mediocre.

Yeah. Mediocre students.

They don't care about journalism.

But you…

Miren.

I think we've had enough beer today.

Wow.

This is a great song.

Triana.

-You know who they are? -Of course.

Answer it. It's okay.

Yes, it's late. What's wrong?

Of course.

Hey, gorgeous.

-I'm done. -I have to go.

Sure. Let's go.

Okay, girls. Who wants to talk today?

I saw someone die last night.

He took his life right in front of me.

I didn't feel anything…

because the guy who took his own life was just like the guys who raped me.

A monster.

Two years ago, I went to a beach party.

I wasn't used to drinking much, so I got really drunk.

I got wasted.

I thought it was the tequila.

I couldn't have known that some bastard had

put a couple of drops of a drug in my glass.

GHB.

People call it

"the date rape drug."

I was so high…

that I only remember bits.

Of the sand.

Of a guy who…

calls my name,

kisses me…

takes me to the end of the beach.

It's all very blurry. I barely remember anything.

All I know is he wasn't alone.

His friends came later.

Sometimes I think they did me a favor by drugging me.

That I was lucky.

I can hardly remember anything.

It's better not to remember, right?

But other times

I'd love to remember every detail of that fucking moment…

in my mind, to be able to rip it out.

Hell yeah, coffee.

POLICE

-Thank you, Raquel. -Here you go.

Thanks.

We have nothing. The wallpaper is fucking useless.

I spoke with a branch manager in Málaga and they distribute it all over Spain.

This

is out.

Police station. Do you have any information about Amaya Martín?

You say the doll house is easy to find?

-Do you remember where you bought it? -She's 12 years old now.

There's no way she's a college student.

Rubén?

Okay, number 44. So that T-shirt was very popular?

It's okay. Thanks anyway.

I need your contact information. What's your address?

The doll house shop is on Larios Street.

Okay.

-Police, hello? -I'm calling about the girl.

So, we have an Internet forum about VHS nostalgia.

A man posted a couple of months ago.

He was looking for information

on where he could buy that same device…

a Sanyo.

-He said he lived in Málaga. -Do you know his name?

I checked his messages on the forum

to see if he had mentioned his name and he had.

He clearly said his name was…

James Foster. All we have is an expired driver's license.

No address. He's not registered for social security.

-Does he have any priors? -Not in Spain.

Check with Europol.

SPANISH DRIVER'S LICENSE

In the '80s he was caught trying to abduct a girl from a park in London.

In the '90s he was arrested for groping a minor.

He was released from jail in 2005 and came to Spain.

The British consulate says he's here. He works in Málaga.

We'll request a subpoena and a search warrant.

Go get him.

-Hi. -Miren.

We're going to interrogate a suspect today. There's your scoop.

Who is it?

Well, then, what are we waiting for?

Let's go.

Are you James Foster?

Hands where we can see them.

Are you here about the girl?

No, please.

Hey, get off me. Calm down.

Where were you on 5th January six years ago?

I don't know.

I don't remember where I was six years ago. Do you remember?

What if you try to remember?

I wasn't at that parade.

Why were you expecting us this morning?

Because I read the article in the newspaper.

I saw the images of the poor girl

and recognized the recording device you're looking for.

I got one a couple of months ago.

Am I guilty of still watching Terminator on VHS?

You're here because you have priors. That's clear, right?

Groping minors. You can say it.

I attended rehab programs in jail.

I'm rehabilitated.

I found God in a needle.

Not a heroine needle.

Do you live in your RV?

Rafa.

Millán.

Chaparro, you fucker.

Are you coming to the match on Saturday? We need one more player.

I don't play anymore, brother.

It stinks in here, right?

Yeah.

See those bottles? He bleached everything right before you arrested him.

How considerate.

Did you find any photos?

No, nothing at all.

Take this.

I don't want to discourage you, but we haven't found any blood or DNA.

That guy did a thorough cleaning job.

In 1987 you were caught trying to take a girl from a park in London.

I took her hand to take her to the police station.

She was lost and they couldn't accuse me of anything.

Did you also take Amaya's hand?

Where were you on the morning of 25th April?

That was four days ago.

What time?

I'll tell you.

At 7:10 a.m., to be more precise.

In bed

with a woman.

My workmate.

Yes. All night.

You didn't leave him for a second?

I didn't, that's for sure.

What's up, Chaparro?

The girl at the tattoo shop confirmed she was with Foster.

He didn't drop off the tape.

What about the laptop?

-Nothing we can see for now. -Fuck.

Okay, thanks.

Mr. Foster, you can go.

Don't leave Málaga, we'll call you again soon.

Thanks.

I hope you find the kidnapper.

Can I ask you some questions?

The journalist.

I've read all your articles.

The ones about the girl,

about David Luque's child pornography network.

Do you want to know something?

You're close to the truth.

What do you mean?

In 2010, when the girl disappeared,

I still had…

How can I say this? Some vices.

I never touched little girls again,

but sometimes I used to treat myself to watching videos.

That's how I got in touch with David Luque's network.

Does that network

have something to do with Amaya's disappearance?

Maybe.

I don't know that.

What I do know is that it has something to do with your rape.

Subtitle translation by: Molly Yurick