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YOU WOULD DO IT TOO

A SHOW CREATED BY DAVID VICTORI AND JORDI VALLEJO

They�re getting their belongings back and being released right away.

Five minutes max.

One of them has a police record?

The anarchist, for hitting a cop.

She�s a bully, poses as the leader.

-Leader... -Wiser than the devil.

Had it not been for her, all the others

would have snitched on the Gunman right away.

When are you going to publish their names? What�s my time window?

We�re not naming any names. The police are lowering the blinds.

So the soon you stop talking about the topic, the better.

I�m sorry for the police,

but this will be the trending topic in an hour.

I have to go.

Anything else?

Come on.

-Another witness showed up. -Another witness of the crime? Who?

-The driver of the Jeep. -The accomplice?

What did he tell?

-Camil, if this is about money... -It�s not.

They didn�t let me stay in for the interrogation.

I think... They know something�s off, so it�s better if we stop now.

Come on, man. Don�t fuck with me...

Double. I�ll pay you double.

Fuck you!

Come on. They�ll be out any minute.

You didn�t have time to do that before, right?

-I'm on it. -Come on.

Kiko, man, hurry up. Start recording.

-You got this? Yes? -Sure.

Leyre Palacios, control, live.

We are in front of the Manresa police station

about to see the release of the witnesses.

If you give me a minute, I'll go and talk to the commissioner.

Talk to whomever you need to talk to, but do it now.

We want information!

-M�nica, where is the commissioner? -Upstairs.

These people are driving me crazy.

I'm going to talk to her. Thank you so much.

Leave the reports on my desk, please

-Commissioner. -What's up?

Family members keep asking when we are we releasing them.

They must be patient. This takes time.

-Commissioner. -Alright.

-The forensic report. -Should I be worried about something?

No. It all fits with the version of the witnesses.

I�m going to central to explain why Baz�n is still on the run.

What happened... It�s all clear, right?

Dante Baz�n killed the robbers and nobody let him escape.

-And Garza? Is it crystal clear to him? -Yes.

Put it on the archive and go home, get some rest.

Thank you.

Are you absolutely sure that Dante Baz�n left the bus

before any shots were exchanged?

Absolutely. The person who killed my buddies never left that bus.

Whoever that is, the assassin is one of them.

Dude.

What you just told me... Who else knows about it?

The three of us, full stop.

OK. In case you want me to speak favorably of you with the judge,

don�t tell anyone else. No one else.

From now on, you two just talk to me, understood?

Ricardo, take care of them.

Call forensics, tell her to send the report, whatever she has.

The forensic report is ready, I gave it to Quir�s.

-Rebeca. We need to talk. -There�s no need to talk, Fran.

Rebeca, they�ve lied to us.

-All six. -What?

The driver of the Jeep is in there.

He told me that Baz�n left the bus and then bullets were fired,

not the other way around.

-What are you trying to say? -They�ve lied. From the very beginning.

The assassin is one of them, Rebeca.

I need the forensic report in order to alter the statement.

The report... It all fits with what they�ve been telling us until now.

No way. Their statements are false, and we must prove it.

Three against one...

Balter, the big boy. He doesn�t like people.

Tell Alonso to check if he landed after a trip or if he�s been lying.

Banos, stop over there!

What's going on?

Let�s exit through the back and avoid the press.

But the exit protocol is ready on the front.

The commissioner is not fond of feeding these assholes.

Through the back it is then.

Listen, please! I�ll take care of it.

Everyone, with me, through the back.

Banos, go and tell the press that they�ll exit through this door.

What if we prefer this way?

We are free citizens now. We can do whatever we want.

I'm leaving and I'm going to tell the press

that our rights are being violated.

I�m not letting those vultures eat me alive. Let�s go through the back.

Come on, it's pure protocol. We always do it this way.

Through the back. Let's go, please.

-Gentleman, we do it all the time. -Let's move.

This way.

Go on.

This way, please.

Stop there. Bellido!

Alright.

Make sure no one gets in.

With me. Rebeca.

-Which door leads to the street? -Over there.

And the exit door?

This way.

What�s this all about?

Get in. All six.

-Yeah, sure. -You�re joking, right?

One by one. I won�t repeat it.

-Fuck you. -Get in!

-Don�t dare to touch me, bastard! -All of you, get in!

OK, OK.

Fran, what are you doing?

-Proving that they�ve lied to us. -Not like that. Not like that.

Let�s call Jord�n. Tell her what we learned.

Jord�n doesn�t care about the truth.

The leads. Whenever I tell you so, lower them.

-What? -The leads, Rebeca.

I want you all sitting in the same seat on the journey.

-My son is waiting outside. -Sit down Marga, please...

-You either let us go right now... -On your seat.

All of you, same seat as during the bus ride.

-Now! -OK... Dig your own grave.

Rebeca! Lights out.

Let's review everything we know about the heist so far.

Your wallets, your phones, your tablets...

Any device that you have on you: put it in here, don�t fall asleep.

Your phone. Unblock it.

Fucking unblock it!

Then... You�re forced to take a turn.

Take this turn.

Where are you leading us?

Open your mouth again and I'll split your tongue.

Shut up and drive.

Or not. Maybe you took the turn after the bank transfers.

When did you deviate from your route?

Before or after your accounts were emptied?

-Before. -We took the turn

and then they began with the transfers...

-Wiring the money. -They take all your money.

The bank transfers can�t be tracked, and you won�t turn them in...

Hurry up.

Your phones are our life insurance.

We have your contacts, your messages, Facebooks, Instagrams...

Fear. The key is fear.

What the fuck is this? What the fuck?

Shut up.

-Juan! -What?

The phone. Who picked up the phone?

The Blackberry you used to call 091. Which one of the robbers picked it up?

-The boy. -Are you sure?

What the hell is this, Juan? What the hell is this?

The cops are on their way.

Nothing is going as the thieves were expecting.

You fucked up, man, you fucked up!

Juan, hurry the hell up, come on!

If the cops pay us a visit, you can say bye-bye to your family.

Despite all the unexpected events, the robbers get away with their plan.

You think that�s unfair.

But only one of the passengers is brave enough to impart justice.

Baz�n stood right around here, yes?

That was his seat, right?

-Yes. -I didn't hear you.

-Yes. -Yes.

That was his seat.

And you didn�t see his face.

He was wearing the hood. And we were afraid.

You were afraid.

There was no light, he wore a hoodie and you didn�t see his face. OK.

Baz�n broke his parole years ago.

In case the police arrest him, he goes back to jail.

-He must escape... -Sit down.

Sit the fuck down. Are you deaf?

-Fuck this guy! -Get on your seat.

Baz�n doesn�t obey.

He won�t leave his wallet and phone here.

-Get on your fucking seat. -Let's go.

-Sit down. -Let's go!

Three seconds: one...

two...

three.

And then? What happened?

What happened then?

The Gunman executed the robbers.

-Is that what he did? -What is it that you don�t get, dude?

He stood up, grabbed one of the robbers and executed them, one after the other.

-He killed them. -Yes.

-All three. -Yes!

What if I tell you that it�s impossible for Baz�n to have killed anyone?

Why not?

Because I know that he left this bus way before any bullet was heard.

Your words against ours.

No: your word against my witness� word.

A new witness? Who?

Shut up, idiot! He�s lying.

-Am I lying? Am I lying? -Yes.

You only want to make us nervous.

The Jeep guy, right?

He�s the new witness, it can only be him.

-Damn it, don�t play his games. -Shut up.

You still don�t get it...

I don�t need anything else to get you to a trial,

but Dante Baz�n doesn�t have as much time:

the longer it takes for you to confess the truth,

the more it increases the chance for the police to shoot him,

or for him to open fire at someone.

Yes, he�s right.

Ma'am, we have nothing to confess.

The hell not!

You saw his face, but didn�t identify him

because you knew that, in case we arrested him,

he would tell us that the true killer never left the bus!

The assassin is one of you,

and I don�t know why the others are covering for him or her.

Did he threaten you?

After imparting justice?

I don�t care.

But either you tell us who it is

or all seven of you end up in jail, understand?

Your witness is lying.

It all happened as we told you.

You are accusing us with no evidence,

so either you let us go free right now

or the one who will end up behind bars will be you!

The way I see it, you have two options.

One: we sample you in search of gunpowder

and Baz�n loses some precious time.

Or two: you start collaborating once and for all

and confess who fired that gun.

Three against one.

There aren�t many people in here capable of facing three robbers.

What I�m about to tell you I won�t say twice,

so listen attentively.

Whoever points at whoever killed the robbers goes home.

All the others, back behind bars.

Depending on what the judge says,

you won't be back.

Right now you are accomplices in a triple murder.

Do you understand what that means?

You are the one who can�t understand.

Marga, help me understand it.

In case you confess, you�ll be back alongside your son and husband tonight.

In case I tell the truth, I go free? Do you swear it?

Alonso checked on their flights.

Three of them are not listed in any flight.

-Which three? -Elisa Pena, Miren Luj�n

and Balter Bayona.

I never said I had landed from a flight.

What were you doing on the airport?

Why the heck do you care?

-Handcuff her. -I took my father to the airport!

I don�t drive, we went there using his car.

We left it in the parking lot and I took the bus to go back.

-The car�s license plate? -How would I know?

-Your dad, what�s his name? -Carlos. Carlos Pena Baltierre.

Alonso. It�s me again.

Write down this name: Carlos Pena Baltierre.

Thanks.

Sit down and be quiet.

I wonder how someone can lose a flight that doesn�t exist.

Why did you lie to us?

I couldn�t tell the truth.

Why not?

Because what brought me to the airport is illegal.

May I?

I deal weed.

This is my home. In the basement.

I started with self-consumption,

but the walking the dogs� biz isn�t enough.

True money comes with the tourists that land at the airport.

I stay around the taxis area and wait.

I make a lot of money.

Why did you take that bus?

I don�t like it. I don�t like how this is going.

Balter, why did you take that bus?

To go back home!

-Where were you coming from? -The airport.

And what were you doing?

What were you doing at the airport, Balter?

Photos. I take photos, I�m a spotter.

Spotter?

People who take photos of the airplanes taking off and landing.

That�s my hobby, I go there every week.

And the camera?

It was stolen by the robbers.

It�s a piece of evidence, you still got it.

I can�t recall there being a camera amongst the stolen objects.

Check the list of stolen objects, please. Bring handcuffs for all of them.

-On my way. -No, no. Come on, please.

-I�m not going back to jail. -Anything to add?

If I tell you who killed the robbers, do I go free?

Am I on time?

Shut your mouth, you fucking rat!

-They know we�ve been lying! It�s over! -Shut up.

He�s right.

We should have told the truth from the beginning.

-What�s going to happen to us? -Nothing.

Nothing�s going to happen to us. We did nothing wrong. None of us.

Look, girl, all of this could have been way more simple.

You told us we wouldn�t even set foot in here.

Shut up.

Mister Pineda, Mister Navas. Would you like to change your statement?

-Yes. -OK. Come with me.

-Open the door. -Come on. Let's go.

Shut up! Shut up!

Balter Bayona, you�re being arrested as the suspect of a triple murder.

Anything you say can be used against you in front of a court during the trial...

OK! OK, leave him alone.

Leave him alone.

-Sit down. -Sit down. Now!

You have three seconds:

One, two...

We'll tell you the truth.

But protect them, please.

Please.

Dante Baz�n stood up. And then?

He was wearing a hood, and there wasn�t much light.

But all of us could see his face.

Then, he pointed at the other two.

He asked them to drop their weapons.

'Their weapons'? A second gun?

In the story that we agreed to tell, the second gun didn�t fit in.

Continue.

He looked so sure, so confident,

that, for a few seconds, I thought he would have the courage to do

what we all wished.

But if there�s something we�ve learned all of us here is that...

Heroes don�t exist.

Let him go!

I'm telling you in good faith.

I just want my stuff. My wallet and my phone, then I�ll go.

I don�t want any trouble.

I also want the gun.

Don't move.

Don't move.

The door!

Your witness isn�t lying: that coward left before the shooting.

The bastard abandoned us.

Let that go, fatso. You�ll hurt yourself.

What if we calm down a little. You lower the gun, we leave.

Let us go before the cops show up. It�s for the best, for all of us.

Hey, dumbass, getting us in jail is the worst thing you can do.

We have guys out there.

They'll take revenge.

Let them go.

Man, let�s make them disappear from our lives.

Tomorrow�s a new day.

A new day in which they�ll keep kidnapping the lives of more people.

But it won�t be us!

Let them go, let�s get this thing done. They�re right.

In case they end up in jail, we will regret it.

No! No! Throw those fuckers into jail!

Whenever the cops show up we�ll explain everything,

they�ll know what to do. They will get us some protection.

Protection. The cops.

Do you really think the system will protect you?

If we have our numbers and they get all these bastards,

nobody will be able to harm us.

We will hurt you.

The person I called before, regarding the transfers?

That guy... Do you think we are tough bastards?

Wait until you meet Coco, I wouldn�t recommend it.

-For the love of God, let it go. -Don�t you dare.

They were ready to fuck us alive. Make them pay for it!

Don't you even think about it...

The masks. Remove the masks. Now.

You too.

No! No!

Son of a bitch!

-Here. -Here!

-Shoot! Shoot! -Shoot, Christ!

For God�s sake, someone call an ambulance.

Call an ambulance.

Murderers...

112, emergencies. This call may be...

What are you doing?

The police... What are they going to do with us?

What do you think the police is going to do with you?

You are fucking murderers and you are going to jail.

That is what is going to happen.

No, no...

He wanted to kill us.

It was either him or us, we had to do it.

It was in self-defence, right?

You executed them. You are going to jail. All of you.

And I�ll be outside, waiting,

keeping an eye on your families every fucking day of their lives.

I'm going to make your lives miserable, motherfuckers.

Shut up.

-What are you doing? -What all of you want me to do.

Oh, my God.

In case she talks to the police, she�ll ruin our lives.

And that�s not fair. We did nothing wrong.

Exactly. Self-defence.

Are we all going mad here or what?

You�re talking about execution.

And we will rot in jail.

I'm not going to jail. I'm not.

No one is going to jail because, here, no one killed anyone.

He killed them.

The hooded guy.

He stood up, stole the robbers� gun, killed them, picked up his stuff and left.

But...

What about when the police arrests him and he tells them he didn�t kill anyone?

No. The police will never learn the truth because they�ll never find him.

He never removed his hood, it was dark. There�s no way we could identify him.

Three fewer criminals. The case is closed.

It�s not going to work.

We�ve killed two people already. We either lie or go to jail.

-The police are not dumb. -OK.

Whoever wants the police to decide who�s the real victim here...

Raise your hand.

I won�t be able to live with murder in my conscience.

-Marga. -And neither will you...

Someone must pay for what happened in here.

No, no.

It�s either her or us.

It was dark, we were afraid to death: we never saw the assassin�s face.

-Six witnesses, just one story. -No.

In case someone doesn�t agree that all of us are pulling this trigger,

he or she has three seconds to speak out loud.

One, two...

The police!

We made a pact of silence, yes.

But not to protect that bastard.

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