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I know us journalists can be uncomfortable.

But damn, people have the right to be informed.

Informed, not intoxicated.

We haven't told a single lie about the Vigilante case.

-Not one. -Sure.

Because the fugitive's ID card says "Vigilante", of course.

Wasn't there any other way to call him?

Suspect. Ex-convict.

Martos, our job isn't always impeachable, fine.

But does society no longer need us?

My newspaper never questioned the need for the police.

Why are we always the bad guys?

Thanks to you, some people think we shouldn't even exist.

Don't throw me your shit, you've earned that bad rep.

People are damn idiots! We are like sheep.

Whenever you want.

OK, give me a second.

NOBODY COMES OUT. BORQUE IS BURNED.

Sorry, I have to go.

What do you want from me exactly?

For you to find another topic to mine.

Fuck, let us do our job.

I see it.

You want us to let you do your job while depriving me of doing mine.

Tell me who it is, at least. The one who leaks you all the intel.

You know that I can't snitch on a source.

I need the name of that rat.

We are not that different, don't you see it?

Society is going downhill

and the two of us are trying to save our asses as best as we can.

Yes, and by doing that we're only fueling chaos.

Who would have thought, Martos? We used to be so much different.

OK.

Recording.

The six witnesses to the triple homicide that took place in the bus

allegedly agreed to cover up for the killer, Dante Baz�n.

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Nobody leaves the bus.

Wait here.

What is going to happen to us now?

I don't know, ask the smarty-pants.

Commissioner, are you still in the meeting?

No, I'm at home.

We have something to tell you. We're going there.

How many years could we get?

-Years? -Stop crying:

either they died or we died.

We were scared. Anyone in our place would've defended themselves.

Anyone can empathize with that, even a popular jury.

-Guys. -Why are they here?

Don't let them leave. We'll talk to Jord�n.

We'll deal with the press later.

No one gets in here except for Quir�s and I, OK?

Got it.

I'm not feeling well. I am going to leave.

We stay here together. Because we are together in this, yes?

YOU WOULD DO IT TOO

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I'm sorry.

You were right.

-Commissioner. -Come in.

Good evening.

Sorry it's late, but we couldn't wait until tomorrow.

It's already tomorrow. Do you want to have a drink, some water, tea?

We have new information regarding the bus case.

Something that changes everything, Commissioner. Everything.

Dante Baz�n is innocent. He's innocent.

Do you know what my first case was?

-Commissioner. -It's been forever,

back when our job mattered.

Double homicide.

A poor soul accused of killing two women.

The press was salivating.

It was so overblown, to the point that, when the trial began,

the jury members had more information about the suspect than the prosecutor did.

During the trial, the defense proved that, when the murders took place,

the suspect was 500 km away from the neighborhood.

He wasn't even in the same country.

And yet, there comes the verdict,

when the popular jury sentenced him to thirty years,

the maximum penalty.

Nothing in life is as powerful as a belief.

People stick to what they believe, no matter how absurd.

Do you know why?

Because beliefs are rooted in emotion.

And once emotion takes hold, reason plummets.

Dante Baz�n is a hero to the people, and we are the enemy.

-Nothing we do will change that. -We can change it.

We have leads that change the whole story.

Earlier tonight, this woman showed up at a police station

-to give her statement... -Who is she?

Dante's sister.

What did she say?

She told them that earlier tonight she met her brother.

Not only Baz�n survived the fall.

He also travelled forty kilometers on foot...

How did you contact Dante Baz�n?

A contact in common arranged a meeting for all the siblings.

THIS AFTERNOON, 5:30. DON'T TALK TO ANYONE.

He sent us a time and a place for the meeting

Does anyone know what this is about? Why are we here?

It's obvious. Haven't you watched TV lately?

Do you think he's heard from Dante?

I pray to God he has.

You're crazy. You don't want the Father telling us about Dante.

�lvaro...

If we hear from him, we'll have to...

I'm fine.

Dante.

I'm fine.

And how is dad doing?

He's alive, but his mind...

Dad catches more stuff than you'd think.

If he gets to watch TV, his heart's going to shatter.

All lies.

Everything they say about me... I didn't kill the robbers.

Why is everybody saying otherwise?

I don't know. They're lying, all of them.

Of course. You are the only one telling the truth here.

Why didn't you return to jail?

Now you would be out very soon.

I never thought I'd still be alive for my first permit.

In prison, when you are branded as a snitch,

it becomes a living hell.

In a real hell.

That's why I left that bus

before the police showed up.

Open the door!

I left that bus before any bullet was fired.

I just wanted was to see you.

All three of you.

It's been four years since we last saw you.

Don't you realize the trouble you're getting us into?

I know.

But I needed to tell you the truth.

The truth about what?

About Luc�a.

There are fast and painless ways.

Don't say that!

Don't say it!

Dante.

My body is going to turn into my own jail.

Luc�a, swear you won't even think about it.

Please.

Relax, I cannot do it.

If I do, I'll ruin �lvaro's life.

She hated to rely on others.

But she didn't do it because of you.

She knew what the bank would do with your house.

The insurance wouldn't cover her flat's mortgage

and you would have lost your house.

That's why I lied. I lied to you.

And I lied to the jury.

You saw that the door to your sister's loft was forced.

My mind immediately went to the two men that I saw running downstairs.

No one rushed out of Luc�a's loft.

Bye!

It was chaos all around.

Luc�a!

It certainly looked like a robbery.

But no signs of any thief.

And then I saw her.

No, No! Luc�a, Luc�a!

Luc�a, what have you done?

Look at me. Look at me.

No...

No, no.

I don't want to live.

I just want to rest.

Don't sentence me to live a life I don't want to live.

She didn't want to live.

I let her die.

I let her die.

It has to look like a robbery.

Dante...

Dante, so you appear after all this time and disappear from our lives yet again?

The less you know about me, the better.

You've already paid for your mistakes. A harsh price.

Share the truth with the police.

You know how Luc�a died.

Nothing else matters.

Your brother. Where is he now?

I don't know. He told us the truth and left.

-He didn't say where he was going? -No. That's why I'm here.

Find him.

You owe him, way more than anyone else.

So Baz�n not killing the robbers would fit with your theory.

-It's no longer a theory. -It is, indeed.

When it comes to homicides, truth is determined by evidence,

not by a statement by the sister of the suspect.

We have evidence. Witnesses have confessed.

We can prove that Baz�n didn't kill anyone on that bus.

Maybe we can.

But should we?

Before you arrived, I got another call.

From the Civil Guard. Anti-smuggling task force.

-The cops are here! -A car...

Good night, gentlemen!

What does the customs police have to do with anything?

Earlier tonight, a patrol stopped some tobacco smugglers

at a forest trail near the French border.

Very well, gentlemen. Put your hands on the hood.

Go on.

I'm tired of listening to you, man.

Nothing.

Send their names to central. Let's see what we got here.

Stop!

Shit. Stop!

Shit!

So Baz�n is...?

He is in a coma.

They don't know if he'll wake up.

The next few hours are crucial, but it's not looking good.

It's all our fault.

It's nobody's fault. Things happen, that's it.

He could be innocent, yet we chased him like a criminal.

The press will eat us alive

as soon as they know that the police left Baz�n in a coma.

They'll never know.

Fuck! Shit!

They believe that the guy they sent to the ICU

is a guy called Jorge D�az Donoso.

And that's what the press will publish.

Except for the three of us,

no one knows that the patient is Dante Baz�n.

And truth be told... I don't see why anyone else should.

Back on that gorge, we lost track of him.

He could still be alive and on the run.

Neither police officers nor doctors recognized him.

You can't be serious.

Commissioner, we can't lie.

We have left him in a coma. We can't talk about it.

Baz�n didn't kill anyone in that bus.

They will eat us alive. You said it before.

So people... will never learn the truth?

The truth? No one cares about the truth. No one!

No one cares about the truth.

People like to complain, feel that they are right,

whether they are or not.

And do you know the worst of all?

If what I believe is my truth,

and what the other believes is his truth,

there's no meeting point. There's no conversation.

When dialogue disappears, what takes its place?

Violence, survival of the strongest.

And in theory, that's why we are here, to maintain order.

But lots of people consider that we are expendable.

I have been on the force for 30 years. 30 years.

So that this job is valued.

So that it matters.

We are not digging our own grave.

In a couple of days some other viral article is going to take its place

and people will forget about Baz�n.

And most importantly: they'll forget about us.

-Anything else? -Yes.

I'm quitting.

Take a few days.

Both of you. Get some rest.

Recharge your batteries and then... We move on.

What for?

You said it crystal clear:

our job no longer matters.

Fran.

Fran!

-Fran! Fran! -Now what?

What about the witnesses? What about them?

Up to you. No longer my problem.

You can't be serious.

You can't quit, Fran, especially now.

The Commissioner must know who killed those robbers.

She knows. The whole world knows except for you: Baz�n killed them. Case closed.

Do you realize what this means?

If he's the killer, what happens with the people from the bus?

What happens with them?

Frankly... I don't give a shit, Rebeca.

We have a scoop for you tonight:

the identity of the witnesses who, for unknown reasons,

are still being held at this police station.

You can wait outside the bus.

Over here.

Manuel Navas, the bus driver.

Alejandro Pineda, 39 years old.

Miren Luj�n, 36 years old.

Marga Sarabia, 69 years old.

Balter Bayona, 33 years old.

Elisa Pena, 29 years old.

Six very different people who nevertheless seem to share the view

that Dante does not deserve to be punished for what he did on that bus.

Come with me.

While many people seem to be in favor of witnesses protecting

the Vigilante,

police insist on treating the six of them as real criminals.

Manuel, Marga, Miren, Balter, Alejandro and Elisa.

-They're coming out. -Six people...

Come on, follow me.

Please! Please!

Please! Please!

You can leave.

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