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-He�s carrying a gun! -Let's go!

Step on it, Kiko! My grandma drives faster than you.

-He killed three guys and he's armed. -Yes.

-I hope they catch him soon. -Soon? Don't be stupid.

I hope it takes them a long time. Weeks if possible.

There, there, there!

Get the camera. Come on.

-Kiko, Kiko, Kiko! -What?

Go there and record that guy.

-Get the witness. -No recording!

-Please sign here! -Very well, thank you.

Over here, take a seat.

We have to wait.

-Hey! Get that one! -Got him.

There you go. Zoom in.

A triple murder in such a tight space. Six witnesses.

Not one or two, six. And no one can describe the assassin?

No one can.

-You've got to be kidding me. -What's wrong?

-Zoom in. -I'll kick them.

Let them be, Rebeca. We have enough on our plate.

Borque!

-Any news about the Jeep? -No clue.

We have controls everywhere, Fran.

It has to appear, keep trying, okay?

-OK. I'll check again. -Good, good.

Salas.

Garza, this people hate mopping.

It's full of fingerprints. I need to narrow it down.

We know that he was seated at the back...

that he used her as a shield...

-and that he fled with the gun. -Was he wearing gloves?

-If he did, it'll be much faster. -The witnesses can't recall.

There are many things they don't remember.

Marina, would you mind giving us a moment, please?

-Get off, guys! -Thanks.

Can you see my face?

Maybe they're saying the truth and no one saw his face.

When you arrived here, was the engine on or off?

Police! Open up!

It was on.

Could you start the engine, please?

And now?

Even a blind person would see your face now.

They don't want us to know who he is. Why?

Maybe he threatened them?

Perhaps they're afraid.

Or maybe to protect him.

Protect the killer?

Your cell phones are our life insurance.

Put yourself in their shoes.

The robbers had their lives in their hands and he rescued them.

They feel in debt. That's why they won't talk.

A pact of silence?

-Got him? -You can start.

-How am I looking? -Perfect

I would like you to check some photographs.

-Some photos? -Men with police records.

-Come with us, please. -But... It is no use.

Seeing some photos could refresh your memory.

You are nervous. Let's go.

It all happened inside this bus. It was a really special holdup.

Your phones are under police custody. They could contain fingerprints.

Killing those bastards makes him no murderer.

According to witnesses, three armed and violent passengers

kidnapped the other passengers and used their cell phones

to conduct wire transfers and empty their bank accounts.

Guys, listen! Nothing is as we thought.

He fled on foot, not by car. In that direction, not that

He has the murder weapon.

Then, they blackmailed the victims, so they would not talk.

It was a perfect plan, except for one thing.

One of the passengers, whose name is yet unknown,

did not allow the three criminals to get what they wanted.

He has a 90 minutes advantage and we don't know who he is.

He's armed and trigger-happy. He knows we're after him. Stay alert! Let's go.

Right now he is wanted for a triple murder.

But the line between murder and self-defense blurs.

Is the fugitive a murderer?

Everything is up to debate

in what could be called "case of the vigilante".

YOU WOULD DO IT TOO

A SHOW CREATED BY DAVID VICTORI AND JORDI VALLEJO

When she's donw with the relatives, tell Rebeca to come here.

It's a tough case. Fran needs some back-up.

"You would do it too".

Motherfuckers!

Gentlemen...

Have you seen this shit?

-Yes, madam. -Apparently justice is served.

We're chasing after the hero, Garza. What does that make us?

-The bad guys? -As usual.

As usual.

What do we have on them?

Juan Rubio S�ez, he was leading the robbers.

Good night. We are police. Are you the wife of Juan Rubio Sa�z?

He was a coworker of the young woman: Natalia Portero Fuentes.

Your sister was on the airport to Manresa bus.

She had several loans, denounced for non-payment...

Rubio and she were security agents at the airport.

Can I see my sister now, please?

And the third one. Efr�n Gij�n Pastor.

Your husband has passed away.

He was a baggage handler at the airport.

He's got a police record due to a bladed weapon brawl in a bar.

-And the transfers? -We are on it, but it looks bad.

The leader made a call before doing the transfers

Start the transfers.

It's a pre-paid phone, which means it's hard to track.

Apparently his name is Coco.

Coco?

Any fingerprints on the bus?

-A hundred and twenty. -Holy shit.

-And if he was wearing gloves... -Was he wearing gloves?

The witnesses can't recall.

What about that silence pact?

-We've got nothing in two hours. -Maybe he doesn't have a record.

He is in those photos.

Why are you so sure?

Well... Who pulls the trigger thrice without having pulled it once before?

He may not have a record, Garza.

-Sit down, please. -Ma'am, please!

In their place... Would you do it? Would you protect the murderer?

I understand they are not happy to help us catch their savior.

I do not know, I really do hope that you are wrong.

-If you recognize a face, show it to me. -Impossible.

I haven't seen him.

We do not want the press to know that the witnesses are protecting him.

Commissioner! A speed trap just caught the jeep seen in the crime scene.

It's registered to Mat�as Oddone.

He got his license revoked for driving high.

He was really doped up.

Alonso, he's yours.

-Commissioner... -Just one sec, Garza.

-He no longer lives at his address. -You did what? That is our job.

You asked me for a pair of hands. Voila.

-So it is her. Rebeca. -Risco and she got the same scores.

Risco is on leave and you asked for someone to start right away.

We are all mature enough to separate work and personal life.

-Quir�s. Any issues with it? -Not at all, commissioner.

Garza?

It is just that nobody told me that this was a possible scenario.

What does that mean? Can you work together or not?

Yes, we can.

Then it is done.

Quir�s: you both have the same rank, but he has more experience.

Am I being clear enough?

Clear as water.

-What's up, Borque? -They didn't identify him.

Get them some food and let them make a call.

OK.

Come with me.

We'll take a break, if you want to eat something, call your relatives...

Please, follow me.

I don't care if they've made a pact of silence to cover up the killer.

Do whatever it takes, but make them say who did it.

We need to know who he is and we need it now.

The longer he is free, the more crap will be written

about this "Vigilante" and the more we will lose.

Here you have the phones and some food. I'll get some coins.

And if a journalist asks about the witnesses, keep mum.

I will handle that. Do not feed the press.

Nobody is protecting the murderer here.

How do we make them talk?

We say that it would be better if they were to collaborate.

I say we put pressure on them: either they talk or they go to jail.

Tell me, son, did you get a call from the bank?

That fucking thing ate my coin!

-They're protecting him. -That's still just a theory.

I'm sorry, honey. I'm sorry, sweetheart.

They're both lying and wasting our time.

-That is accessory to murder. -Rebeca, please...

The phone you call is off or out of service.

I shouldn't have accepted the job. Is that it?

You don't think we can work together.

I don't think that's fair.

I can't remember any number.

-You're talking about us, not work. -Am I?

Yes. In fact, I'm happy for you. Congrats, detective.

I know it's just money, but it was all we had.

At the bank they say we'd better pray to get it back.

I have to hang up, honey.

Out of all six, she's the only one on our records.

Elisa Pena, assault on an agent.

She threw a rock at a police officer during a riot. She almost killed him.

And she's not in jail?

One of the passengers, whose name is yet unknown,

ROBBERY ON A BUS THREE DEAD AND A VIGILANTE ON THE RUN

It all happened inside this bus. It was a really special holdup.

According to witnesses...

three armed and very violent passengers would have kidnapped...

Hey! We're famous.

To literally empty their bank accounts.

How do I turn up the volume?

-Turn that off! -Why?

-What are you doing? -Turn it off!

Is there a problem?

If you want to feed us, make sure the food is edible at least.

Only chips and chocolate bars. That's not real food!

-Can we go now? -Soon.

Let's talk for a second first. Calmly, shall we?

Agent Quir�s and I empathize with you, we're not judging you.

Why would you judge us?

About what? And why?

When somebody experiences a situation like this,

the less rational side of our psyche emerges. It's normal.

You're still in shock.

It's normal that you think the murderer should walk free.

-Only one man can decide that: a judge. -Or a female judge.

The thing is: if any of you want to go back

and look at some photos, we'd be delighted.

We told you the truth.

I'm asking you to avoid further deaths.

The murderer is armed and desperate.

-He's not a murderer. -True. He's a multiple killer.

Have you ever you fired your gun? Have you ever killed someone?

I didn�t, but you almost did.

Each second counts. Let's not digress.

I'm not digressing!

How many people have you killed while doing your "job"?

And yet, nobody calls you murderers.

Don't forget who the enemy is.

-Yes, we are your worse enemy. -Detective!

You've lied to us. And that is a big crime.

You've made a pact not to reveal who this "vigilante" is.

And I bet my badge that this anarchist is the one responsible for this crap.

Accessory to murder and obstruction of justice.

Do you know how many years you could be facing?

Detective, I think your point is clear.

Have you ever been pointed with a gun here?

Here! I thought I wouldn't see my family again.

No.

I've never been in danger...

But I made the same mistake you're making.

I also covered up a murderer.

Back in the '90, in a public high school,

PE lessons could be taught by someone that...

known to all, would abuse his authority.

There were rumors, but officially nothing ever happened.

But it happened. Everybody knew about it.

Ernesto Gaviria, our teacher, didn't have any preferences.

He wouldn't distinguish between boys or girls. He only saw preys.

My best friend Tania and I didn't hold it any longer,

so we reported him.

But he was never arrested:

a few weeks later he was stabbed in the locker room.

Someone did what we all wished for.

Did you know who did it?

Lucas Cuadrado, Gaviria's favorite. We all knew it.

What happened to the boy?

The weapon was never found. They closed the case.

The boy... never paid for what he did.

He did pay for it. And a high price.

He hanged himself on the locker room where he killed Gaviria.

Bravo! A beautiful history, if only it were true.

Your history. Is it a lie?

Lucas Cuadrado. 1996. Zamora. Look it up!

I'm not playing your games.

If you don't turn him in,

he may not end up in jail, but he'll never be free.

What he's done will be chasing him forever.

But if you look at photos again to help us find him,

then he'll face a fair trial.

Popular jury, self-defense and the public opinion on his side...

What? A three-year sentence tops?

We told you the truth. No one made a silence pact.

OK. No one ever gave me the chance to do the right thing.

But I will give it to you.

You have five minutes

to decide whether you are witnesses or accomplices.

Rebeca!

What the hell am I doing here? Why are we here?

-Soon you'll know. Come. -Where?

Come!

What the fuck are you doing? Whose house is this?

Mat! Fuck! Whose house is this?

-Wait a fucking second! -Fuck! What are you doing, Mat?

-Come! -Tell me whose house this is!

Watch the car, the cops are looking for it.

-Watch it! -Fuck!

Fuck!

-It cannot fucking be! -What are you doing, Mat?

I'm gonna have a fucking stroke! What the fuck are you doing?

What's that, Mat?

What is that? The money from the robberies?

The previous one. Today's went wrong.

-Isn�t it the money from those three? -Now it's ours!

-What? -They're dead. They were killed.

-They're dead. -Who killed them?

No idea. Bang-bang! Done, all three!

-Let's go! -Where?

Where the fuck are we going, Mat?

No fucking clue. But far away from here.

Holy shit!

Don't you ever fucking do this to me ever again!

We�re rich babe!

I'm sorry, Rebeca.

I didn't know anything. Why didn't you tell me?

Fran, please, I was never molested.

I'm sorry, but...

Somebody had to do something. I couldn't bear...

seeing you trying to be friendly while they were eating you alive.

-What? -You can't go halfway in life, Fran.

You are the cop. You are in charge, not them.

-I know. -Do you?

They saw his face. I know it, you know it.

But the one making a move is me, as usual.

-Are we talking about work? -We're talking about you.

You never take sides.

If they lie, go all in until they talk. Do something!

That's silly.

Silly is Jord�n offering you a desk job...

and you, as always, pondering the pros and cons.

So guess what? Tormos got the office.

Is this all because of the promotion?

No. Had you decided that you didn't want the promotion, great.

But you didn't decide it, you never ever decide anything.

Are we going to move together?

"I don't know".

Are we going to live abroad? "I don't know".

Should we break up? "I don't know".

Children?

-What are you doing? -Hey!

Help! Please, please!

What the fuck is going on here?

Stay still! Stay still!

-What's going on? -He attacked me! He jumped on me.

Calm down! Look at me!

Are you calmed now? OK, get up.

-He got up and jumped on me. -Sit him there.

-Why? -I have no idea.

Look at me! What happened?

I think I could look at those photos again.

Get him to that room.

I want two more people here. Don't take your eyes off him.

Let's calm down! We're very nervous.

-Sit down! -OK.

-Where are the photos? -No.

Let's talk about the silence pact. Did you all agree not to talk?

-No. -Mr. Pineda... Tell us the truth.

That's the truth. There is no pact.

There was no need to.

The police!

The police!

We didn't exchange a single word.

We just did what we thought that was best.

How sweet.

I'll point at the vigilante for you.

-But if you do something for me. -What?

One: I don't see that anarchist again. That bitch will kill me.

-And what else? -Food. I want real food.

-What would you like? -Pizza will do.

Pizza?

From a pizzeria, not that frozen shit.

Of course. Double cheese?

Would you like it? Take him back with the other five.

What?

-Come with me. -No, no, no. OK... OK.

I'm not really that hungry.

The photos, Mr. Pineda.

He was wearing a hood, so...

This one.

-Are you sure? -This one?

-Look closely. -He had a scar.

-OK. Borque... -Banos, stay with him!

Unit one, let's go! Now!

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Why don't you eat your whole hand?

-We fucked up. We fucked up. -No we didn't.

Don't lose your damn cool.

-What's happening to us? -Nothing.

It's his word against ours.

Rebeca, Fran! You need to see this.

What's up? Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

So? Can I go now?

Well...

-Rebeca... -Not right now!

-Get the fuck up! Cuff him! -What?

Shit, shit, shit...

-I just wanted to help. -Let's go! That way!

You consider us not only the enemy, but also fools!

Is that it?

Mr. Pineda finally identified a suspect.

I wonder how he killed three people on that bus

considering he's been dead for four years.

He wanted to trick you.

He didn't see his face, none of us did.

Anyone wants to talk? Step forward.

If not, deal by the consequences.

He killed three people. The bastard has a record.

Rebeca, let me do it.

We found fingerprints of 13 male suspects with a police record.

We can go after them. It would take days, but we would find him.

If you point at him, we'll save time. We'll remember that.

Point at him and go home. Don't and go to jail.

-I won't go to jail. -You won't. No one will.

If he gets three years, we'll go scot-free.

-Shut up. -She said it herself.

She said a popular jury would side with him... And you don't?

-Fuck, he saved your life. -Shut up!

Marga...

-Do you have anything to say? -Is there anything you'd like to tell us?

No.

Please.

You are under arrest for obstruction of justice.

You have the right to contact a lawyer...

who will be with you during the interrogation.

If you can't afford one, you'll be assigned a public defender.

All six of you have the right to remain silent

and not answer any question you are asked...

as well as not to declare against yourselves nor plead guilty.

Anything you say can and will be used against you.

-Why did you make me look bad? -What?

Why did you make me look bad in front of them?

-Aren't we a team? -Supposedly.

The grandma was ready to talk, but you went too far.

-What's done it's done. Now what? -Time to investigate 13 suspects.

He'll have time to flee the country.

-Excuse me. -What?

They saw the fugitive in the woods. They can recognize him.

-To the meeting room. -This way, please.

-Over there. -This way, please.

-Come in. -Please, sit down.

Sit down.

Please tell us if you recognize him in these pictures.

-If you see him, point at him. -OK.

Yes, OK.

He should be one of these 13 guys.

-Nothing? -No, no...

None of them?

No, no...

-No. -No...

-No? -No.

This one.

-This one? -For sure.

-Are you sure? -I am.

It must have been dark...

-Are you sure? -Yes.

-Is that him? -Yes.

Father...

I need your help.

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