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They just wanted to frighten you, that's it.

They'll never fulfill their threats.

They already have.

They ran over Jandro, right?

It was the robbers.

People don�t change.

No one cares about the truth.

Have you told this to anyone else?

Don't talk about the bus and nothing will happen to you.

Live a normal life and it will be fine, trust me.

Are you going to help us then?

No one cares about the truth.

YOU WOULD DO IT TOO

A SHOW CREATED BY DAVID VICTORI AND JORDI VALLEJO

How much did he charge you?

Two thousand for the paint-job. Five hundred for keeping quiet.

Come here, Rolo.

Come here.

Here, honey. Good boy!

How much do we owe Coco then?

-Fifteen thousand each. -Fuck.

We'll find her, we'll get our money back.

Everything stays the course.

-I don't want anything, damn it! -You have to eat. Later then.

What are they saying?

Just that a car ran over the guy and fled the scene.

-Color, model, plate number? -Nothing!

Even if they knew, that car wasn't ours, nor does it exist.

Relax.

That fucking dog eats better than we do.

Hey.

OK.

OK.

Sure.

OK.

What did he say?

He wants the money today.

It's her. Go ahead!

Let's go!

Come on!

Go, go, go.

Come on.

You'll forgive her for everything. All you want is to escape with her.

Sweetie, where are you? Saray!

Honey, stop calling me. Don't send me any more messages.

Sweetie, I don't deserve what you're doing to me.

-The money was ours, honey. -No. The bag wasn't ours.

Your colleagues were supposed to be dead.

And dead people don't need no money.

They didn't die. It's theirs.

-Give it back! -I want my salon, Mat.

To be my own boss. I won't be given orders.

Yes, you'll be your own boss,

but those three think I was in your plan.

Do you know who else believes that too? Coco, fucking Coco.

And you know how the Coconut handles his biz, right?

Are you OK? Did they catch you?

No, but if they do, that's the end of me.

-Would you forgive me? -Of course, of course.

All I've been doing is thinking about you.

Really?

You bet. I was afraid you were six feet under.

No chance. They'd never find me, I'm anything but dumb.

Sweetie...

Where are you?

By bike, it will take no time. Sending you the location.

Don't touch her. Take the money, but don't touch her.

She has nothing to do with it.

-Got it! -Shut up.

-Shut up! -Don't even touch her!

-Let's go. -Get the fuck inside!

Inside!

You go. I'll send it to you.

Don't come back unless you have the money.

-Come on, dammit! -Go, go.

Do you think we can live with that money?

Not in this fucking country where they charge you for breathing,

but in Cuba...

The only thing we'll have to do in Havana is rub sunscreen on each other.

PICK UP THE PHONE, ANSWER ME, WHY DON'T YOU ANSWER?

RECORDING

Fran, I can't believe what you are doing.

Pretending you don't care about anything.

You won't be able to hold it.

I know you. I know you well, Fran.

Maybe you don't know how to get out of where you are now,

but you were never good at staring.

I'm not going to be mad if I see you like this.

It almost makes me laugh because you don't even believe it yourself.

Pretend indifference, but keep in mind that I think of you.

And I miss you.

So what, you weren't getting enough dough?

Eli, fuck him. Let's go!

Where's the money?

Where's the rest of it?

Where's the rest of the money? Where's everything that's missing?

She didn't say a word. Just cries and cries and cries...

Get him up here.

Mat! Fuck!

Mat!

-Where's the money? -What have they done to you?

Where's my money?

Tell us where it is or he cuts his neck.

Where's the rest of the money or he cuts his neck! Where?

Cut him open and throw him to the river.

What are you saying?

You betrayed me, you bastard!

-You set me up! -I thought they were dead!

I thought they were dead!

The bottom of the river! Son of a bitch!

What the hell have you done?

Where the hell is my money?

-Where's the money? -Tell her or I�ll die.

Tell her, sweetie.

Invested. I bought a shop.

-You must be kidding. -It was a bargain, I couldn't say no.

It's Mat's fault! He gave me the idea about having my own salon.

We could be partners. A salon is a money machine.

I'll get it back.

I don't mind working, you'd keep the money.

Trust me, we get it back. We will.

Mat, tell them. You know me.

-I'll get the money back! -Shut up!

Okay, calm down.

We sell it, get the hundred thousand euros back,

pay Coco his share and off to Cuba.

And that's it.

Kill her.

Please, please. Work with me in the salon.

Don't do anything to her.

Kill her.

She has nothing to do with it. I'll get it all back.

Please, please...

Please, please...

Please.

-Don't you dare, asshole! -Eli!

-Kill him! -Asshole!

Tell him to stop, Eli.

Eli!

Stop!

-Miren! -What are you doing?

Come here!

Tell him to stop! Enough!

Enough, fuck! Enough!

Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!

Stop! Son of a bitch!

Fuck! Don't!

No!

No!

Motherfuckers!

-Done? -Do you have a minute?

Unless you have my money, don't call.

Don't hang up!

Don't hang up. We'll pay you, but there's been a little delay.

Put her in the bag.

In the fucking bag! You hear me? In the fucking bag!

Open it.

Take your things. We are leaving.

Do you ever think about them?

The three from the bus. Do you ever think about them?

Never.

I do.

About Jandro too.

I can't take them out of my head...

-Shut up! -What are we, Eli?

What are we?

We have to get out of here. Either Coco kills us or the police catch us.

Take it!

What is this?

Balter, Miren and Elisa no longer exist.

What are you talking about?

Everyone knows us. What are you talking about?

I take the dog for a walk and everyone sees me.

We must start from scratch. We are going to Vigo.

Vigo? Why would we go to Vigo?

I've spoken to Coco.

Another robbery. The last one.

No, I don't want to fuck with people's lives.

To hell with people!

Think about yourself.

Think about us.

Seville was as smooth as it gets. None of those passengers ever reported us.

A fucking miracle.

And what do we do instead?

Open my legs, so guys jerk off with me?

-That's what you want? -No.

No, we look for a job. A good fucking job.

And that's it! It's over!

Are we going to get a good job? A good one?

You and I are going to get a good job?

You asked me earlier what we were.

Two rotten apples, that's what we are.

-Shut up... -I'm not shutting up.

You've never said a truer truth in your whole life.

That day changed everything for me.

-Everything... -No.

We are rotten apples.

No one's gonna do anything for us. No one.

Look! Look what I have found!

You can't get me, you bastard!

Another robbery.

Another one, the last one. The last one.

With the passengers' money, we'll be able to settle the debt with Coco,

get a commission from the bank transfers and we leave.

We start a new life, my love. As we deserve.

Our faces have been shown everywhere.

How are we going to do it?

But not these.

We are like this.

-People know we are rotten. -Right.

What's truly mind-blowing is that no one helps us.

No one offers a helping hand.

Instead of healing us, they let us rot.

I don't get it.

If they ignore people like us, things get worse.

For everyone.

Why can't they understand that a rotten apple, just one,

can eventually lead to rotting up the rest?

And who cares? It's too late.

The world is already rotten.

No one will help us. We're alone.

I�m Miren.

Elisa.

-It hurts me. -Does it?

Yes, here.

Are you feeling well? In case you get dizzy, we have bags.

-I have one from the flight, but thanks. -No problem, darling.

READY SEND

MESSAGE RECEIVED

WHERE ARE YOU?

I'm sorry, but while on the road passengers can't stand up from...

Time for some donations. This is a robbery. Understood?

-Look ahead, hands on the wheel. -OK.

Wallets, mobile phones, tablets,

everything that you have on you. Money, cards...

In the bag. Faster! No bullshit.

Go on, your phone! Your phone!

Unlock your fucking phone!

-Faster. -I'm on it!

-I'm going to kill you. -Please, don't!

-Come on. -Unlock your fucking phone!

Take out your phones, now!

-Don't you have another one? -No.

Look at the floor!

Faster, faster!

Come on, unlock it!

-Boy or girl? -I don't know.

She looks like a whale and you don't know?

We want it to be a surprise.

Your phones.

-OK, OK! -Hurry the fuck up!

What's this?

Nobody moves!

A shotgun wedding, right?

Congratulations.

-Unlock it now! -Yes, yes.

-Come on. -Shit! Fucking awesome.

-Please, this money is all we have... -Shut up, asshole!

-Miren! Miren! -What?

The debt is settled.

The debt is settled. OK.

Stop right behind the black car.

We've arrived! Hands up!

Two more and we can proceed with the transfers.

Don't try anything stupid like reporting us.

We have your phones, we know where you live, where your family lives.

If you try anything, we kill them! Understood?

-Come on! -Come on!

You, hurry up!

And you too!

Come on!

Let's go, dammit!

Faster!

Eli...

Drop your weapons.

Both of you.

Or what? What are you going to do?

That's your last robbery.

Yes, never again. Right?

Please, please, lower your gun.

We hop off the bus and you never see us again. I swear.

You think that by playing a hero you are imparting justice?

No.

The door.

Eli...

Eli.

Eli.

Hey!

We must begin somewhere, right?

Three rotten apples less.

Doors.

BODY BAG

This is another similar case

hundreds of kilometers away from the first one...

The Justice-Seeker is back in action.

This time, he was on a bus

that travels between the airport and the city center.

And this time, as happened before,

with the tragic outcome of the three dead robbers

inside the vehicle.

The robbery happened late in the day.

There were people in the vehicle.

The passengers, witnesses of the crime, don't remember anything either.

Not any details that might help recognizing that guy.

His whereabouts are still unknown.

Hi, Coco.

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