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MANZANO: Anybody moves, I'll shoot 'em!

IN THE PREVIOUS EPISODE

Son, we got 'em, huh? (LAUGHS)

You fucking bitch! Get back here or I'm gonna kill you!

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

-I was smarter and look where I am now. -But I'm not like you.

EMILIO: What's going on, guys?

-Hey, you mind keeping an eye on my car? -Hey, you there. You steal my chicken?

Do I look like a chicken thief?

(GRUNTS) I made a mistake.

-EMILIO: How old are you, kid? -Fifteen.

-KOALA: He's a fucking baby. -(LAUGHS) We're celebrating!

Keif.

This is quality, top-notch.

ADULT BABY: When I think about everything that's happened to me,

I don't know how I got here.

OFFICER: Don't move, kid!

JUDGE: When you went to Madrid,

did your bag weigh like this one?

More or less like this.

CIVIL GUARD: 19 kilos, Your Honor.

(BOTH CRYING)

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.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Give us your name, brother.

Emilio.

Your full name, Emilio.

José Emilio Suárez Trashorras.

MINISTER: José Emilio Suárez Trashorras,

do you recognize Christ as your one Lord and Savior?

I recognize him.

And so, by the authority I have received from Jesus,

I baptize you in the name of the Father,

and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

(SINGING) To escape from sin I submerge myself

In the river of life That you have brought to me

El Dueso Prison, 2013

I baptize myself in this water To take your hand

And walk the paths together with you...

ADULT BABY: They can talk about Emilio becoming a saint all they want.

But I'll always remember him as he was.

-(EXCLAIMING, LAUGHING) -(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

All right! Hold on, kid!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS)

(SIREN WAILING)

BABY: Oh, fuck.

You gotta slow down a bit, no?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

-(HORN HONKING) -(SIREN WAILING)

How's life, Martinez?

ADULT BABY: Emilio had the balls to do whatever he wanted.

He was a maniac.

And above all, he was untouchable.

Well, until what happened happened.

SEE YOU IN ANOTHER LIFE

Gabriel!

Gabriel! Wait right there.

Customer complained about you.

Good morning to you too, Andresito.

-Did you hear me? -Why are you on my ass, dude?

I was stuck for seven hours at the border.

Why should I care about that?

You could have napped or hung out with some whores.

-Okay. Fine. Fine. -You know how it works, Gabriel.

If you don't like it, go on unemployment.

Gabriel, how are you? What's up?

I'm Manuel Jabois, I write for El Mundo.

I've been looking for you for awhile but you're difficult to find.

I'm at work.

Can you talk for five minutes?

I'd like to get an interview with you for the 10th anniversary.

Look, I've said it 40 times now.

Just leave me the fuck alone.

Emilio said he'd talk.

Well, I'm working on it.

-Well, now, that changes things. -Just think about it.

There's money in it. I can pay you for your time.

It wouldn't take long.

Think about it.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

You, get dressed, dumbass.

-What are you saying? -You heard me, we're going to a party.

How long you been sitting here?

Carlos is in the garage. No one will see us.

Bro, seriously.

You used to sneak out all the time.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

Come on. Take off your jacket.

-What? -MARÍA: Take off your jacket.

BABY: No, later.

-Where were you? (KISSES) -Smoking.

Come on, dance!

(CHUCKLING)

That's it? Seriously?

(CHUCKLING)

I saw you dancing. You're damn good at it.

-Huh? -You dance pretty fucking good.

-Huh? -I bet you learned in the war.

(BABY CHUCKLES)

I do what I can.

Doesn't everyone?

Right?

I guess that's true.

I'm Bea.

Well...

Bea, you should stay away from me.

What, you got a girlfriend?

I have leprosy.

(LAUGHING)

Hm.

If I touch you, I'll get it?

ADULT BABY: That's how I've felt for the last 10 years.

Hey, I'm not saying I don't deserve it.

I'm just saying, that's how I've felt.

-Tell me your name. -You sure?

-Mm-hmm. -Gabriel.

LAWYER: First, you'll be tried in a juvenile court.

Are you planning to testify?

I told you I won't.

If you don't testify,

you'll be transferred from here to a prison.

And what's the difference?

There's a huge difference.

I promise you.

Listen to me, Gabriel.

Trashorras is the ringleader of it all.

That's the truth and that's all you have to say.

What will he say?

Why do you care what he says?

Emilio changes his story daily.

He's mentally unwell, diagnosed schizophrenic when he was 16.

Got fired from a job by his own father.

Didn't you know that?

ADULT BABY: No. I didn't know.

Although, now that I think about it, it makes sense.

Conchita Mine Asturias, 2000

Because of his schizophrenia,

he was given an early retirement from the mine.

-You got it? -Of course I got it.

All right.

ADULT BABY: But of course, he didn't say that. Ever.

They treat people like shit there. I can't work like that.

You did the right thing.

-I might sue them. -Hm?

I know a lawyer in Gijón. He thinks I can destroy them.

Well, that sounds good to me, Emilio. Yes, sir.

But...

Dude, I don't know.

If I were you, I think I'd miss it.

The mine? Nah. Fuck off.

Man, you don't know how to do anything else.

-What are you going to do now? -I have my plans.

What plans?

Just wait.

I'm not going to be fishing forever.

-I'm not Cousteau. -(EXPLOSION)

Oh! Take a look at that! (LAUGHING)

-EMILIO: Look at how many that killed. -RULO: Oh, man! (LAUGHING)

-Oh, dude! -EMILIO: Look!

-Look at that fat carp! -Let me see if I can get it.

EMILIO: Grab that huge carp!

ADULT BABY: Emilio was a schizophrenic with access to dynamite.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

They said that God smiled on the jihadists when Emilio fell into their laps.

(SNIFFS)

-They called him The Miner. -Alfredo.

ADULT BABY: He spent his pension on joints and cocaine.

-Guys. -What's up?

-Got this. -Cool.

ADULT BABY: But how did he meet the terrorist?

It actually began when he met Antonio Toro.

Emilio says he didn't know what crime was until he met that guy.

I don't know if that's true.

What I do know is that none of us were on track to become surgeons.

What's going on, people?

All good, people.

All good.

What the hell is going on with you?

Nothing, Antonio.

You can mind your own business, then.

EMILIO: Your girlfriend is hot, yeah?

Oh, she's not my girlfriend.

She's available, then?

-(LAUGHS) -What's wrong? She bite?

That's my sister, dickhead.

Same mother and father?

Listen.

If you touch her, eh,

I'll bash your fucking head in, you got it?

(ENGINE STARTS)

ADULT BABY: Just four days later, Antonio caught him fucking his sister.

(CARMEN MOANING)

(MOANING CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)

TORO: You son of a bitch, I'll fucking kill you!

-I'll kill you! -EMILIO: What the fuck?

-CARMEN: Antonio! -I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!

-EMILIO: Don't touch me! -What are you doing?

-The fuck! -Let's take this outside then!

What is wrong with you? Why are you with my sister, you asshole?

I told you to stay away!

-You bitch! -CARMEN: Antonio!

EMILIO: The fuck you doing?

What are you doing?

CARMEN: Antonio, stop it!

-What did you do? -Nothing.

-Motherfucker! -CARMEN: Stop!

-TORO: Son of a... -Calm down, Antonio.

Violence only creates violence, yeah?

-I'll murder you, you stupid motherfucker! -CARMEN: Look at me, Antonio.

-You son of a bitch, I'll do it! -CARMEN: Calm down! Antonio!

Of all the guys in fucking Avilés!

ADULT BABY: Carmen made a smart move.

She told her brother to put Emilio to work

instead of blowing his brains out.

(MUSIC STOPS PLAYING)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

What the fuck are you doing?

Not that one, it's the other one.

ADULT BABY: They bought and sold stolen cars they got from Madrid.

-Okay. -ADULT BABY: Guns, too.

And, as always, drugs.

-We're all set. -Perfect.

-Thank you very much, Antonio. -All right.

-A pleasure as always. -Of course. Hm?

-Bye. -(ENGINE STARTS)

What?

What the hell was that?

Aren't the joints a little small for you?

Huh?

I have explosives.

You know what my father said every time I opened my mouth at the dinner table?

What?

"Shut up and eat."

Avilés July 2001

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(LOCK CLICKING)

ADULT BABY: However, Emilio didn't know

that the police had been after Toro for months.

OFFICER 1: Stop. Police!

-Stop. Police! Hands up. -Put your hands up!

-OFFICER 2: Turn around. -I got it.

OFFICER 2: Turn around.

-OFFICER 2: On your knees. -OFFICER 3: Get down!

-OFFICER 4: Right now! -I'm doing it. Okay.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Okay.

JUDICIAL POLICE

ADULT BABY: They caught him with false license plates,

hashish, cocaine, guns, ammunition...

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

And dynamite.

RAMÓN: Is there anything you don't have?

That stuff,

all that belongs to my brother-in-law,

-okay? -Sure.

ADULT BABY: They called it "Operation People."

They had bugged the telephones and heard how they addressed each other.

"How are you, people?" "Any update, people?"

"People," they said it like it was a special code.

What else is there to say? They were dickheads.

Well, we all were.

I'm sure that son of a bitch sold us out.

Fuck, Emilio, don't talk about my brother that way.

EMILIO: Fuck all this. Fuck my life!

They're coming for us.

I'm telling you they're coming.

What do we do now?

What do we do, Emilio?

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

EMILIO: Good afternoon.

The commissioner?

OFFICER: Name?

José Emilio Suárez Trashorras.

Marquez, go tell the inspector.

Wait here. The inspector will be right out.

RAMÓN: Thank you, Marquez.

So nice to meet you, Emilio.

I really wanted to speak to you.

Am I under arrest?

RAMÓN: Not right now, no.

But I won't lie to you, it'll happen sooner or later.

Take a seat.

Do you know what's going on?

Your brother-in-law says it's your dynamite.

My brother-in-law says a lot.

And what do you say?

I want to help.

Yeah. In exchange for your freedom?

-For our freedom. -Hmm.

Your brother-in-law's never getting out of prison, Emilio.

Hmm. And me?

What do you have that you can give me?

Well, I know everyone.

A lot of people confess things to me, you know?

Like a radio host, or a priest, they tell me their lives.

I find out about stuff.

Stuff that I can use, I hope.

EMILIO: Of course.

No four joints, you get it?

No. No, man, no.

For four joints, I wouldn't even get out of bed.

(CHUCKLES)

ADULT BABY: Emilio became an informant for the police and started snitching

on the drug traffickers he dealt with.

He bought hashish on credit. Then, he turned them over to the police.

He would keep the merchandise without paying them.

They'll decorate you for this, Ramón.

You didn't keep any of the drugs, right?

-Not even four joints. -(SMACKS LIPS) Fuck off.

No, man, no. Come on.

ADULT BABY: It was the perfect business.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

In a few months, Emilio had taken over the whole operation.

He was untouchable.

Ramón protected him on the streets while Toro was stuck in prison.

Later, later, later.

ADULT BABY: But while he was in prison,

Toro met Rafá Zouhier.

He was a Moroccan doing time for robbing a jewelry store.

-TORO: Hey! -What the hell's wrong...

Are you fucked in the head or something?

ZOUHIER: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Back off, you dumbass!

ADULT BABY: And who knows? Maybe if they hadn't become friends,

none of this would have ever happened.

The guys in here, they're crazy. Look at him.

-Look at him there, look at him. -(BOTH CHUCKLE)

EMILIO: Come on.

You're late, you know.

Suck my dick, we got here early.

It's a quarter to 2:00.

"Early" in terms of years.

If it weren't for me, you'd still be in prison.

CARMEN: Let's go.

Quit all this bullshit, I'll buy you some ciders.

ADULT BABY: When Toro got out, he didn't want anything to do

with his brother-in-law.

The last thing he did for him was give his contact info to Rafá Zouhier.

Zouhier asked Toro where he could get explosives,

and Toro recommended Trashorras.

EMILIO: Babe.

ADULT BABY: That's how Emilio met the jihadists.

Go buy a drink, yeah?

ADULT BABY: They met at a hamburger joint in Carabanchel.

October 2003

-Emilio. -EMILIO: Ah?

How are you, dude?

-You doing okay? -EMILIO: Yeah.

Emilio. Hi.

-Jamal. -Rachid.

5 months before the attacks

You found it okay?

-Yeah, I used my GPS. -I'm glad.

Well, let's get down to business.

Sure. The faster the better. Madrid sucks.

Every time I'm here, I wanna leave.

Your brother-in-law says you have dynamite.

No, I say so.

-EL CHINO: And I just have to believe you? -That's it.

-Why's that? -'Cause I have to believe in you as well.

Like you have that hashish.

Haven't you seen our faces?

(SCOFFS, CHUCKLES)

How much you need?

Sixty kilos.

Are you robbing the Bank of Spain?

Can you get it or not?

I can, I can.

Sixty dynamite for sixty hashish.

Sixty for sixty.

EL CHINO: That's not too much?

For me, no.

(SPEAKING MOROCCAN ARABIC)

(SPEAKING MOROCCAN ARABIC)

What're you saying?

I said you're a real dealer, aren't you?

If you don't have it, I'll go elsewhere.

-EL CHINO: No. That's not how this goes. -Oh, no?

First, I have to see the explosives.

You can see them whenever you want.

And if there's extra time we can go swim at the beach and go exploring,

you know what I mean?

-Are you pulling his leg or what? -Why is he talking?

Emilio, just calm down, it's okay.

(BOTH SPEAKING MOROCCAN ARABIC)

Hey. This guy and I are talking here?

So quiet, huh? Am I right?

(SPEAKING MOROCCAN ARABIC)

That's it. Go order a cheeseburger or a kid's meal or something.

I'm sorry, huh?

EL CHINO: You're not lying to me, are you?

Look, I don't work with guys who are liars.

And I don't work with Moors.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

You have a pretty bad rep, you know that, right?

My grandmother talked about Franco's Moorish Guard.

Oof. The poor woman was completely terrified.

A different time, eh?

-EL CHINO: We've been here a long time. -Ooh. A long time.

But we're not here to talk about that.

We've come here to work.

EMILIO: We agree about that.

So are you going to come through?

I always do.

EL CHINO: I'm serious.

You're going to do it?

WOMAN ON RADIO: But these things happen, I guess.

It's just that he won't come back home anymore.

I can't do it.

And I actually don't know...

They fuck are they saying? (CHUCKLES)

Oh, poor girl, oh, poor girl. (LAUGHS)

HOST OVER RADIO: Have there been any discussion or signs of it?

EMILIO: Oh, look at this motherfucker.

BABY: What?

EMILIO: That guy owes me money.

Give me the gun.

What the fuck is wrong?

It's at the house.

Buddy, you remember me? Huh?

Yeah, you do.

What the fuck? Hey, come here.

MAN: No, no, next week, I can... (GROANING)

EMILIO: "Next week," you say?

You bought Christmas presents but can't pay me?

-Hey, leave the fucking bags! -(MAN GROANING)

-Pay back your debts, you asshole! -(CAR HONKING)

-(GRUNTING) -(MAN GROANING)

-(CAR HONKING) -What?

Hey, you asshole, mind your fucking business, okay?

(MAN GROANING IN PAIN)

(CAR HONKING)

Come on, move!

MAN: Hey, move your goddamn car, you asshole!

-(CAR HONKING) -EMILIO: What's your problem?

-MAN: I just told you... -EMILIO: What's your problem?

-MAN: You're blocking the whole road. -Fuck yourself.

Hey, kid! Hey, let's go.

-What the fuck are you doing? -(CAR HONKS)

(RADIO PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)

Anything good there?

Nothing.

Well, I can donate it.

I'm sorry.

No problem.

I'm really sorry, Emilio.

I fucked up leaving the gun at home.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

KOALA: What's up, guys?

Look, a koala.

Ah! That hurt! Fuck.

What's going on?

Ah...

Happy birthday, eh, buddy!

What is this? It's your birthday?

Why didn't you tell me?

How old are you now? Come on.

Sixteen.

Fuck.

Oh, to be young. Goddamn it.

Yeah, I guess so.

What the fuck is wrong with this guy here?

Could be puberty, who knows.

Hey, we have to go celebrate, yeah?

-Sure. -Yes or no?

Yeah, yeah. Come on.

"Yeah, yeah, come on, yeah."

Fucking kids, goddamn.

Come on! Let's go fucking celebrate! Whoo!

(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)

EMILIO: Good evening.

Hey.

Ah.

What?

You look so out of it. Fucker.

What do you think of this, huh?

(CHUCKLES)

(SNORTING)

Happy birthday, you fucker!

-(CHUCKLES) -Thank you.

EMILIO: You just had to be a Sagittarius.

-Well, fuck my life, hmm? -(SNORTS)

Kid, I think we're really similar.

You got the stuff.

You only go home in a flying saucer or a coffin.

Let's get fucked up.

-(CHUCKLES) -(SNORTING)

-MAN: Yo, Rafá. -ZOUHIER: What's up?

-You good? -Fucking great.

How much is this gonna cost?

For my bud, however much it takes. What the fuck.

-Here's another. -EMILIO: Thank you, gorgeous.

Serve it up.

Are you getting soft or what?

What's up, Emilio?

Brother. Rafá.

What's up, dude?

We're here at the office, what are you two doing?

Us too. At the office, hmm.

We're working, but for real.

TORO: Hey, Rafá wants to talk to you.

Right now?

Let's go, Emilio, I'll get you a drink, come on.

Aren't you a Muslim?

From Monday to Thursday.

(EMILIO CHUCKLES) What a bastard Moor.

-TORO: Let's go. -I'm relaxing here, goddamn it.

Relaxing here? Babysitting?

EMILIO: They're buddies.

-Koala and Baby. -Hey.

What's up, people?

EMILIO: Fuck.

-We're done with that. -Oh.

Sorry. I didn't know that.

All right. Come on, hmm?

Why don't you find a girl for a bit, huh?

-I don't feel like it. -KOALA: I do.

EMILIO: Cati!

Go ahead, I'll pay.

Come on. Here.

You, keep it going, yeah? This is yours.

Happy birthday.

There. I'll be back.

Let's go. No, no, no, no, no.

Let's go over that way.

So, what's up?

Well, you haven't kept your word.

And neither have you. So fuck off.

-What? -The hashish I got was bad.

I swear to you, it's not selling.

I have it in storage, it's completely useless.

Next to the Thermomix I bought on TV.

TORO: Emilio.

Don't dick around, he came in peace, okay?

I also come in peace.

All right, so?

We're talking about it, so we'll sort it out.

Carol!

Bring a bottle of scotch, the good stuff.

I thought you said you were getting a round.

Emilio, this guy is extreme, okay?

Extreme how?

Like he's been in prison in Morocco.

And you've both been in prison too. So what?

This guy was in for murder.

What's wrong, hmm? You think they're fucking around?

Emilio, they're serious.

These guys shoot you and sleep like a baby.

EMILIO: You'd like that, right?

-What are you saying? -You'd be glad if I was gone, right?

Look, we only came to warn you, dude.

-Okay, then. -Hmm.

Hey, we're just talking.

You don't have to talk to me.

You shouldn't shoot the messenger.

It's El Chino you're gonna have to speak with.

-He can call me. -There's no need for that.

He's in Avilés.

Can't my mother leave me alone for once? Come on.

-I'm here on my own. -That's bullshit.

You're not allowed to be here.

Are you gonna kick me out?

Let's drink something.

You're going to lecture me anyway, so, let's have a drink, no?

ADULT BABY: Do you think Emilio would pay the debt to them?

Instead, he called the inspector to sell out El Chino and the Moors,

just like he had snitched on all the others.

Inspector.

Listen, there's someone in Avilés you might want. A Moor.

Hashish, yes. No, listen, listen.

No, no, no. It's not coke, but I promise he's got stuff.

Because I know, damn it.

I can take it to Madrid for them. This...

No, listen.

No, stop! Whatever you're doing, stop that!

(SIGHS)

I'm not giving orders, Ramón.

All right, sorry. I'm sorry.

No, I'm not jerking you. I just...

Gotta go, talk later.

(TOILET FLUSHES)

Who were you talking to?

EMILIO: The suicide prevention line.

Oh, my God. Do you ever get tired, Emilio?

-Of what? -Of being like this?

-Like this. -Like how?

You know what they said to me in prison?

-"Don't trust anyone," you know? -Oh, yeah?

-Yeah. -Who said that to you?

A rapist? A murderer? (CHUCKLES)

You better not screw us.

What does that mean?

Well, that I can't do...

I can't go back there, Emilio, huh?

Not prison, or the cemetery, you understand?

-Do you understand or not? -Yes, yes, chill.

Well, there you go, huh! Don't fuck me with this.

Not me or Carmen.

(HAND DRYER TURNS ON)

I should've fucking shot you.

What did you say?

That I should have fucking shot you, asshole!

You can still do it.

You know, Emilio, they're right about you.

You're not right in your damn head.

No, babe, I can't. I'm here with my friend right now.

-Okay. -DINAMITA: You have a beautiful smile.

-WOMAN: You're going to have a good time. -Okay, I'm going to stay with you.

(LAUGHS)

Who's your new buddy, huh?

He's not my buddy.

No, no. Of course he's not.

I'm heading out.

-I'm going with you. -(CLICKS TONGUE)

I think you're doing fucking great.

Oh, no way. I'm going.

No, you're not coming. Take a seat.

For you to keep the party going, hmm?

I'll see you in the morning, kid.

Mmm. (KISSES)

EMILIO: What's up, man?

EL CHINO: Do you know why you're here?

They told me to come, so I came.

There was a birthday. We drank.

-We should have a drink. -You have a debt to pay with me, Emilio.

I told those guys.

Yeah, you told those guys the hashish wasn't good.

-EMILIO: Yes. -You know that's a lie.

I know it's a lie and you know it's a lie,

so let's skip all this bullshit, okay?

Whose birthday was it?

My friend's.

That sucks, yeah?

A birthday at Christmas, I mean.

Why?

Everyone is celebrating. So you don't feel special.

Unless, of course, you're a moron.

I don't think so.

My birthday is the day after, and I feel special as hell.

That's because you are special, Emilio.

EMILIO: Yes. (CHUCKLES) It sure seems like I am.

Maybe you can get more.

More what?

Dynamite.

Get me 30 kilos and we'll be even.

But you have to deliver it down to Madrid in the next few weeks.

And what do I get from it?

If it's good stuff, I'll want more.

EMILIO: How much more?

Depends.

Depends on what?

Is it prime?

And the hashish?

EL CHINO: The hashish is fucking great and you know it.

Is it good or not?

EMILIO: It's number one.

Will there be enough?

I need to know how much you're gonna want, hmm?

A bunch.

-Quite a bit. -How much, though?

600 kilos.

Introduce me to him.

Over your mother's dead body.

Come on, what's the problem? Let's go.

Didn't you tell me there was more to life?

Yeah, more fucking shitty life. That's what there is.

Give me the keys.

-Where is he? -Who?

The Miner. Let's go find him.

Give me your keys, okay?

Introduce me to him, damn it.

I've got a lot of contacts, I can help him move the hash.

What are you talking about, man?

-Give me your keys. -Hey, what are you doing?

-You can't drive like this. -Hey!

-Give me the keys. -Don't take my car, or I'll kill you!

I'll introduce you tomorrow, that good?

Hmm.

-(GRUNTS) -(ENGINE STARTS)

ADULT BABY: That was the night I first saw the car that changed my life.

It was just a normal Japanese car.

Nothing fancy.

To everyone else, it was just another car.

To everyone else except me.

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

(DINAMITA SNORING)

(KEYS JINGLE)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CAR APPROACHES)

-EMILIO: What's up, man? -Oh, hey.

There's two guys here.

-EMILIO: Where are you? -Outside your house.

EMILIO: You know them?

BABY: I think they're buddies of the guy with the toys.

The one you beat up this afternoon.

I've seen them together at the bar before.

At Julio's.

EMILIO: Thanks. Why don't you go home?

Yeah.

Have you seen the Miner, boy?

What Miner?

JUNÍN: The Miner.

Emilio Trashorras.

I don't know who that is.

He's Gabarre's son. This kid knows Emilio Trashorras.

Uh, I think you're confused, guys.

What are you saying? That my friend's an idiot or he's lying?

Come on, kid, tell us where Emilio is.

JUNÍN: Emilio.

-CARLOS: Emilio, hey! -(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

JUNÍN: Emilio! Hey, hey, wait!

CARLOS: Emilio, wait up!

-Hey, just a minute. -JUNÍN: Hey, hey, hey!

-Emilio! Whoa! -EMILIO: Get out of here!

-Get away from me! -CARLOS: Shit!

(GUNSHOT)

Get out!

-(GUNSHOT) -JUNÍN: Stop it!

-EMILIO: Get out of here, motherfuckers! -Run!

Damn it, run, run! Damn it, run!

EMILIO: Get out of here, assholes!

(GUNSHOT)

-(CAR SCREECHES) -Get out of here!

-Fucking hell! -(GUNSHOT)

Good job. Good job.

Are we going to sleep now or what?

Is it late?

6:00 in the morning.

I'd rather hang out here,

than stare at the ceiling.

(CAR APPROACHING)

EMILIO: Oh, shit.

It's the inspector.

Long night, Emilio?

I've had worse.

The neighbors told me they heard some gunshots.

I don't know about that.

RAMÓN: Oh, you don't know?

No, I don't. Why would I know?

What's up? What you wanna say?

EMILIO: About what?

About the Moor. What do you got?

What I got, my dear friend Ramón,

it's a fucking buzz bigger than your dong. (LAUGHS)

ADULT BABY: In the end, Emilio didn't sell out El Chino.

(EMILIO LAUGHING)

Shove it up your ass, Emilio.

ADULT BABY: I don't think he did it for Toro.

Or Carmen, I think.

Maybe he did it for the money.

But the truth is that I don't know.

After all, nobody knows why Emilio did the things he did.

JUDGE: The defendant, Mr. Gabriel Montoya Vidal, pleads guilty

for the charge of collaboration with a terrorist group

for the transportation of explosives.

He is sentenced to six years of imprisonment,

five of supervised release, and six of disqualification for public service.

For this reason, the court delivers this sentence

on this day, the 16th of November, 2004.

The session is adjourned.

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

(PANTING, KISSING)

-Your mother's not here, hmm? -No.

-And your sisters? -They're out.

-Oh, yeah? -(KISSES)

They went out of town.

Besides, what's the problem? Didn't you say we always go to your place?

(BOTH PANTING)

(BOTH MOANING)

-BEA: What's wrong? -Nothing.

-BEA: Is someone out there? -No, it's nothing.

-Are you leaving? -I'll be back soon.

Where are you going? What's wrong?

I'll be back, okay? Stay right there.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey, what's going on?

What's going on, man? What do you want?

-Photos, huh? -Hey, please.

-What are you doing here, huh? -MAN: Please.

We just wanna talk.

Get the hell away from me!

No, no, okay, calm down. No, no, no, no! Come on!

BABY: Fuck this shit!

-MAN: Stop it! Let's go. -BABY: Film me! Come on!

-MAN: Just relax! -What? Fuck this shit!

-Drop the fucking camera, asshole. -Don't touch it!

-No! -God damn it! What?

Film me now, no?

Film me now, let's go!

-MAN: Come on, let's get out of here. -Come on, man.

Get out!

Fuck!

Get out of here!

Go!

(PANTING)

So who've you murdered?

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 BY MANUEL JABOIS "NOS VEMOS EN ESTA VIDA O EN LA OTRA"

PUBLISHED BY EDITORIAL PLANETA (GRUPO PLANETA)