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This series is based on the interview that Gabriel "Baby" Montoya Vidal granted to

journalist Manuel Jabois in 2014 and on the summary of the mass trial for

the largest jihadist attack on European soil committed

in Madrid on March 11, 2004.

Do you regret it?

Are you gonna record this?

Yes, but if you prefer, I can just take notes.

No, no, it's fine.

Do you regret it?

The thing is,

back in those days.

I didn't think.

I was someone else.

I was a kid.

A lot of people died who shouldn't have but

if you need the money what can you do?

It's not like I think...

"It doesn't matter."

It matters.

But I don't know.

Do I regret it?

That's the easy part.

Regretting things is easy.

But if you really think about it, what's the point?

June 12, 2004

3 months after the attacks.

What is it?

Nothing.

Yeah?

Okay, I'll be right there.

Dani's downstairs, we're gonna take a walk.

Be back later.

What was I thinking?

Okay, they'd arrested Koala. They'd arrested Tenete.

They'd arrested Toro and Emilio's wife.

They weren't coming for me.

They weren't after me anymore.

I'd gotten away with it.

Freeze, don't move!

Don't move, kid.

Will you cooperate?

Guess I have to.

Turn around.

The last thing I remember seeing was Poori's face.

The lady from the perfume shop.

I must've jacked dozens of her colognes.

She never looked at me that way.

That day, she stared at me like I was someone else,

the fucking bitch.

Like I was some kind of demon.

I'm not trying to justify anything.

But look at where I come from, you know?

It's not an excuse, but...

It has an impact, right?

Hey! Don't do shit and you won't get hurt.

- Okay, take it easy. - Come on!

Give me all the cash!

Here, take it, take it! Fuck!

If anyone moves, I'll shoot 'em!

All right, we're outta here!

Son, we fuckin' got 'em, huh?

Your world is all you know, right?

I didn't know anything else.

Get back here, you fucking bitch!

I'll kill you!

Swear to God I'm gonna kill you!

I'm warning you!

You coward!

Hey!

Where are you?

I'll say it again, so all of Avilés can hear!

Get back here or I'm gonna kill you!

He's not a bad man.

It's just the drugs that make him act...

The devil gets inside him and he's someone else,

it's the drugs talking.

What do I do?

What's the point in telling you all this?

I can't do this.

What's left of it?

Those who got lucky are in jail now.

Those who didn't, they're dead.

I'll see them again when I'm dead.

SEE YOU IN ANOTHER LIFE

October 2003

5 months before the attacks.

Hey, what's the deal, kid?

Hey, how's it going?

You're way late.

I got a little lost, Tenete. I mixed up the address.

But I'm ready to follow orders.

Uh, come on in. Go ahead, get in here.

Look, I run this place like the military, okay?

As a newbie you're gonna eat shit.

Isn't that right, Moja?

- This one sure did. - Yeah.

And then, over time, you get to eat more shit.

He's whining, but lives like a king.

Better than in your country, right? Or else you wouldn't be here.

I'm doin' pretty well, Tenete.

Can't you tell?

All it comes down to is,

you work hard, you'll do well.

- Understand? - Yeah, that's what I'm here for, right?

Okay.

Man, gonna be some fuckin' high-end houses, huh?

Yeah, we have an architect here.

Yeah.

We'll never live in a place like this.

Not you, not me.

Yeah, maybe when I'm 20.

I'll have bought them all up.

I'll give you the one in the back, if you want, the one with the pool.

Not with the dough you're going to make here.

You guys, maybe.

I'll be outta here before you know it.

I'm not gonna waste my life here, man.

You got bigger plans, huh?

Me? Hell, yeah.

I'm getting signed by Real Madrid.

Check it.

This one's just for now,

until I get one with my name on it.

How's it going, kid?

Good, good.

It's a sweet gig and I'm good at it.

- That's great! - Hey, so I wanted to ask you something.

When do we get paid?

When do you think? End of the month. Obviously.

Uh, you think you can pay me earlier?

What am I, an idiot?

It's for my mom,

they don't trust her in the supermarket.

Uh, can you give me 30?

I'll get you back when I get paid.

Yeah, right, I'm sure you will.

Listen, kid.

You're working here 'cause your mom asked me a favor.

I know about your home life.

And no one's gonna give you a chance like the one I'm giving you.

- You know that, right? - Yeah, yeah.

And I really, really appreciate it.

I'll be right back.

Where you going?

To buy a sandwich, I forgot my lunch.

Gabriel.

Gabriel!

How you doing, babe?

You want a lift home?

Not gonna say anything?

Like my new ride?

Well, it doesn't look new.

That's 'cause you haven't seen the inside.

Come check it out.

You better not bump into a cop!

The fuck could they do? This thing's mine.

- Yeah, right. - I work in construction.

You don't know how well they pay.

Lemme give you a ride home, I'll buy you a burger on the way.

You seriously think I'm gonna go out with a kid like you and get a burger?

But I got money. I'm telling you. I'll take you shopping!

I'll buy whatever you want!

When I think back to those days,

before everything happened,

I realized I was waiting for something,

I just didn't know what.

I guess I was waiting to meet Emilio.

CIVIL GUARD

- Do you realize what you've done? - I didn't do nothing.

Hang on, you still have four hours of this

until Madrid.

SECURITY AREA

Hands up on the wall. Come on.

Don't turn around until you hear the door.

How'd my life get so screwed up?

It was all because of a chicken delivery guy.

Someone ordered a roast chicken

and my life changed forever.

Dude, guess who I saw at the supermarket?

Fuck do I know?

- Who? - Seba's cousin.

What cousin?

You know, his cousin.

- Zahara? - "Zahora."

Yeah, whatever the fuck.

Holy shit, she was hot,

and she's a contestant on that singing show.

I think she'll go to finals.

You don't know anything, dude. No way.

Yeah, she will.

That chick can fuckin' sing.

She'll never win it, dumb-ass.

The dude at the store said she would.

There's no way, she's a gypsy.

So what?

Well, like, have you ever seen a gypsy on a TV show?

Come on, she's hot and she sings amazing, what more do you want?

She can't fucking win?

I fucked that chick. Zahora.

Sure.

I'm pretty sure you've just beat off to her.

What I meant, dude.

Look at this dude.

- What's he doing? - Must be here to cop, right?

Probably just delivering a chicken.

The guy's not carrying anything, see?

Hey, wait.

What is it?

Won't fuckin' open.

Hey, lemme do it.

All right.

Shit.

Goddamn.

What's in there?

Chicken, what the fuck else would it be?

You like chicken, dude?

Who gives a shit, man? Fucking take it.

Ugh. God, this shit's a mess.

Hey, run, run, run. He's coming, he's coming, he's coming.

What do we do now?

You wanna eat it?

I'm not hungry.

'Kay then, we'll leave it there.

I thought you weren't hungry.

Now I fucking am.

- You eat like a pig, man. - Thanks.

You're funny, man.

What's going on, guys?

Hey, you mind keeping an eye on my car?

What'll we get in return?

Oh, shit!

Entrepreneur.

I'll buy you a condo in Oviedo.

In your dreams.

Hey, you there!

You steal my chicken?

What's he saying?

What chicken? What chicken?

You're hilarious, man.

You guys just stole my chicken, didn't you?

He's saying we robbed him, believe this?

Are you laughing at me, assholes?

Yeah, at your ugly mug, idiot.

Man, look at yourself. No wonder they're laughing at you.

I mean, you look like a fucking dipshit with... with that helmet on.

Okay, listen.

It was in the box, and you stole it.

Don't bust my balls, I've got things to do.

Hey, man, you really think

I'd roll up in that car there

to steal a chicken from you?

You saying I look like a chicken thief?

Huh?

You know who I am?

Holy fuckin' shit!

The hell are you doing, dude?

You're getting your fucking chicken!

Fine! Okay, I made a mistake.

You happy now, you prick?

- Oh, now you're wrong? - Yes! Yes!

- Jesus. - Fuckin' asshole.

Fuckin' asshole.

Okay, okay...

Hey, hey, hey, what the hell?

You want something?

It's okay, man, relax!

What's a chicken cost, huh?

What, six euros?

Take it.

Twenty. Add fries and a salad.

This douche bag got my blood pressure up.

What kinda garbage weed is this?

What is this shit? Come on.

Hey, he's getting up, huh?

Hey! Get outta here, chicken man.

Back to the henhouse.

Holy shit!

You beat the shit out of him.

Yeah, now I'm hungry.

Kicking some guy's ass gets me hungry.

If you want, we have chicken, man.

Nah, no, shitty chicken, No.

Hey, I'll buy you lunch. Get in the car.

No, I can't go, I gotta get home.

Come on. Yeah, I'm buying!

What, too good for handouts? Come on.

Please lift that bag to assess the weight.

When you made the trip to Madrid,

did your bag weigh more or less than this one?

I don't know. I don't remember.

I was carrying it like a shoulder bag.

Then carry it the same way.

- It weighed more. - More.

Try it now.

More or less like this.

Mm-hmm.

Nineteen kilos, Your Honor.

Juvenile Center iOS ROSALES.

Let's go.

June 15, 2004

3 months after the attacks.

You should be glad there's no death penalty here.

What's up, you're not hungry?

- You, Koala, right? - That's what they call me.

Why's that?

'Cause you're fat or 'cause you hang around?

I dunno, people say I got a bad attitude.

- And what's up with you? - What do you mean?

In life, what do you do?

Or do you just sit there on that bench, getting stoned?

Nah, I do what I gotta do.

Handle my business.

Hey, that's bullshit, he works as a cleaner.

Well, yeah, I work for a cleaning company.

But whenever I want, I'm outta there.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.

And what do you clean?

Hospitals, train stations, the streets. Wherever I'm sent.

Well, that must suck, huh?

I don't get why this asshole's laughing, he's a laborer.

Not anymore. I quit.

- Oh, yeah? - I only lasted two hours.

I'm not going back.

They can piss off.

Got a smart look about you.

I think I saw you at the port, you go there?

Sometimes.

I've seen you at Anticuario bar, right?

And he never went back.

There was this one Dominican waitress there, Marisa,

who he was trying to fuck.

She said no 'cause he's too young.

How old are you, kid?

- Fifteen. - He's a fucking baby.

She said no 'cause of this eye, it creeped her out.

Bummer. Is it from birth?

I was bitten by a crocodile as a kid.

This baby's a fucking wise-ass, huh?

I'm glad I found you, kids!

I think we should celebrate now.

Israel!

Bring us a bottle on ice, could you?

Glasses all around.

We're celebrating.

Holy shit!

So these are all yours?

The ones out there,

these two, and I got more.

I keep my most precious ones in here.

That one was a gift.

I haven't driven it yet.

That's the hard part, choosing which to drive.

How can you afford so many cars?

Me?

Just working, like you. Making the country great.

You keep on sweeping, one day you'll have a life like mine.

What?

You guys want to see my crown jewel or not?

Are you ready?

With this thing, I went from Avilés to Madrid in three hours.

You should've seen me.

I was with this chick,

and she was so freaked out

that we had to stop at a gas station 'cause she was puking.

All right then, kiddos, to work.

We came here to work after all, no? Check it out.

Keif. It's not that bullshit you guys smoke.

This is quality, top-notch.

You move a lot of product, huh?

Me?

I run this.

Avilés, Gijón, the whole coast.

There are others, but they're in the minor leagues.

I'm in the Champions League.

Look.

Go ahead, take a whiff.

Smells pretty good, huh?

Now, listen, this stuff right here,

this stuff,

10,000 bucks.

Holy shit, dude.

All right, then, what do you say we do

a sweet little holy trinity, yes or no?

Who's doing the honors?

Huh?

Come on.

The Baby.

I hereby baptize you in the name of the Father and the Son. Mm.

Come on.

You don't know how good this is.

Come on, Koala.

Right? It's something else, huh?

Not that shitty coke you find around here. No, no, this is like Halley's comet.

It'll fly you directly to heaven.

Yay!

- Yay! - Let's go!

Let's go, that's it, guys!

Come on! Let's go!

- Come on, guys, let's go! - Oh, yeah!

Let's fuckin' go!

Where have you been?

- Gabriel. - What's up, Mom?

Where have you been?

At the arcade with Koala,

we lost track of time.

The job?

It's good, really good.

The site's looking so...

The houses are looking awesome.

- Really cool. - Don't lie to me.

Tenete said you didn't go.

Oh, he told you that?

Are you some kind of idiot, or what?

Huh? He did us a favor

- by getting you work. - Uh-huh.

- You understand that... - Okay.

- Don't you? - I know.

Oh, you do?

You don't study, or work. The hell are you doing with your life?

Hey, look at that.

I met that guy earlier.

- Who? - Him, the Pope.

The Pope? What are you saying?

The Pope of Rome.

He gave me a blessing.

Holy fuck!

You're messed up, seriously. You should be committed.

That line was the first of many.

I felt better than ever.

I was in heaven, as Emilio would say.

Fuck you, bitch.

When I got tired of smoking and gaming,

I did what would later become my main pastime

staring at the ceiling.

Come here.

You look beautiful.

Look at you, my girl.

So grown up.

What about you, huh?

What's up? Where you been?

- Out n' about. - Out n' about.

Hey, look, check this out.

Huh?

María...

Lucia...

- Gabriel. - Dad, it looks awesome.

Pretty cool, huh?

How much did it cost?

Nothing.

I got it done by a buddy who lets me pay little by little.

You know why I had it done?

Because you're what's important.

- We know, Dad. - I wanna keep you all with me.

Understand?

- Yeah, sure. - "Yeah, sure" what?

Huh?

Your mom told me the cops caught you breaking into a car.

- Go on, explain it to your father. - What?

- The Civil Guard. - The Civil Guard?

Why you want a car if you can't even drive it yet?

What are you laughing at, asshole?

Hey. Don't talk to your sister like that.

- Like he's not driving already. - Oh, yeah?

I was with Koala and this other guy, and they wanted to.

I didn't do it.

"Didn't do it", my ass.

So how'd you do it?

Was it a hot wire, or what?

A hot wire near The Magdalena.

But the Civil Guard's barracks were right next to it and we got caught.

Holy shit.

Don't laugh. This isn't funny.

Of course it's not funny.

You do this again, I'll beat you.

Is that clear?

How, tell me?

How what?

How are you gonna beat my ass when you're in here?

- Gabriel. - You think you're smart, huh?

- You do, don't you? - I don't know.

Well, I was smarter and look where I am now.

But I'm not like you.

I hope not.

So get studying. Or get back to the work site.

Yeah.

What I was saying earlier...

You gotta be firm with him.

Don't piss him off.

You gotta bust his balls.

Jesus.

This is fucking gross.

What is?

Look at them.

And she'll still do the conjugal visit.

It's fuckin' unbelievable.

Well, you know why she comes.

Seriously.

Look, if you don't wanna go to work, then don't go to work.

But you're out of my house.

Understand?

You make your own living.

You won't treat my home like a hotel.

I know you heard your father.

My father?

What the fuck does my father know about my life?

Even if he's in there, he's still your father.

I'm not coming anymore.

What?

I'm not gonna keep coming here.

I won't do this bullshit again.

But don't worry about me, I'll make my own living.

And I'll do a better job than him.

- Name? - Gabriel Montoya Vidal.

What?

Sign here.

Put this on, they'll take you in.

How much time we got?

Forty-five minutes left, I think.

You can't smoke in here.

What more can they do to me?

Have they told you anything?

Who's they?

The guards.

No.

And the neighbors?

What do you mean?

Did they say anything?

Don't think about that now.

You told them everything?

Yeah.

They've taken my statement,

and my lawyer told me that the trial starts in a couple months.

All right.

You're still a minor.

They have to take that into account.

Yeah.

You take after your father.

A brute.

You're a brute.

Both of you.

Always so prideful.

Thinking you're the king of the world.

As if life owes you something.

To you.

And look at you now.

Crying.

Just like your dad.

Will you visit me?

If they let me.

That's how I've spent my life.

From one prison to another.

This isn't a prison.

It's not?

Well, sure seems like it.

Look at those cranes.

What?

The port, all those suckers.

Twelve-hour days, just eating shit, shoveling coal.

I swear, I feel sick just thinking about it.

How people can live like that.

My father was one of those losers.

Oh, yeah?

Yours is in jail, huh?

Wait, how did you know?

I have people in Villabona.

I always know who's in there and who's not.

He's a junkie.

That's the worst of all.

I'd shoot them, just to put them out of their misery.

What?

That's just how I feel.

He's asked me to. Eh?

He's old, right? He told me that once he's all fucked up, no messing around.

I'll just blow his brains out.

To the coffin. That's how you gotta live. You know?

I need a favor, Emilio.

What are you doing with this stuff?

You lost your mind or what?

- It's a gift from a buddy, Ma. - A buddy?

Who are these buddies of yours?

Who gives you shit like this?

It's keif.

Much better than the shit you've been smuggling for Dad during visits.

The hell did you just say about the visits?

- Why are you such a pain in the ass? - I already know, Ma.

Heard it all from María.

We both know you're sneaking in weed for him to deal in there.

I do what I have to do to bring food into this house, okay?

- Because you guys, if it wasn't... - I just wanna help you out, Ma.

So you don't have to use that shit they give you on the streets.

That's all I need.

For you to start dealing.

- I'm not dealing. - No?

It's from a buddy, I just told you.

Come on, Ma. Just trust me.

You're dealing anyway, what's it matter?

Give that back to your friend.

I don't want trouble.

No, no, no, that's yours.

It was a gift. Don't be an asshole.

- What do I do? - Do whatever the fuck you want.

Go smoke it.

Give it to her.

Marisa.

Check it out, this kid wants to give you something.

I only take jewelry.

He's desperately in love with you.

Look, if I were you, I would go sell it.

I should deal it?

I won't charge you for the first one.

And then, if you're good at it, I'll give you 200.

A steal, total bargain, 180 euros.

And with that, on the streets, 100 grams, you're paid off.

And the rest is for you.

Pretty easy, huh?

That's 20.

- I'll be right back. - Mm.

What's up, Concha?

Hey there, kid.

- I'll be back later, okay? - Sure thing.

Easy. In four days, I sold the 150 grams Emilio had given me.

I made 400 euros.

After that, Emilio started giving me bricks of 200,

and he'd send clients my way.

I'd nickel and dime.

He didn't ask for the money upfront, like they usually do.

He'd let me pay up after it was all sold.

My mom didn't complain.

She didn't know how much I was dealing,

but she was getting money, so she played dumb.

Every month she'd go to Villabona to see Gabarre.

Despite all the years of abuse, she kept going back.

I don't know. Maybe she still loved him.

One of the visits, she got pregnant.

She'd smuggle in the product for him to sell inside.

Emilio's product, which I'd pass onto her.

My dad would deal it in jail.

There it sells for twice what it does on the street.

What I didn't realize was where that product was coming from.

Where Emilio got it.

Where it came from and what it paid for.

What did I know about terrorist attacks?

Nobody knew anything.

In 2003, there hadn't been any jihadist attacks in Europe.

How was I supposed to know that half of Avilés

was smoking weed supplied by terrorists?

I mean, fuck, it was hard enough just surviving.

Where's the stuff, asshole?

They say you're doomed to follow in your dad's footsteps.

That whatever you do, you end up like him.

Maybe so, but if I had to follow in anyone's footsteps...

It's me.

I wanted to aim higher.

Come on in, come in.

Don't laugh at me, you asshole.

- Look. - Oh.

Shit, dude, that's awesome.

22 caliber.

Whoa, can I hold it?

Come on.

Holy fuck, bro.

Who gave it to you? Emilio?

For protection.

That way I'm respected.

Here you go, man.

Terrorist! Sick son of a bitch!

Boom.

Come on, chill out.

Dude, I didn't do nothing. I'm chill.

Fucking bitch, I'll kill you!

I hate your people, you motherfucker!

No, no! Break it off! Hands off, break it off!

- Hey, hey! Hey, hey! - I'm gonna kill him!

I don't give a shit if it's 192 or 193!

Just get...

Dammit, that's enough!

- Let me go! - Hold still!

- You motherfuckers! - Hold still, don't move!

- Get your fucking hands off! - Stay down!

- Come on! - Get the fuck off me!

- Calm down! - Ah!

Let go of me!

E-30. Down three, turn left.

How do I put this?

You get out of jail, you go back to the only place you know,

but you're not a kid anymore.

N-60. Up five, turn right.

How do you tell your life story?

Where do you begin?

When I think about everything that happened to me,

I don't know what led to what.

I don't know how I got here.

I don't know how I'll keep going.

What I do know is that I'll never...

I'll never regret anything.

Some of the characters, events, and dialogue in this series

have been fictionalized or invented for the purpose of dramatization.

With respect to such fictionalization or invention,

any similarity to the name or to the actual character or history of any person,

living or dead, or any actual event is entirely for dramatic purpose

and is not intended to reflect on an actual character or their history.

BASED ON THE BOOK OF MANUEL JABOIS "NOS VEMOS EN ESTA VIDA O EN LA OTRA"

PUBLISHED BY EDITORIAL PLANETA