Original subtitles

EMILIO: Aren't the joints a little small for you?

I have explosives.

Okay, fuck. I heard you.

IN THE PREVIOUS EPISODE

All that belongs to my brother-in-law.

-I want to help. -What do you have that you can give me?

EMILIO: Well, I know everyone.

They'll decorate you for this, Ramón.

EL CHINO: Your brother-in-law says you have dynamite.

Get me 30 kilos and we'll be even.

But you have to deliver it down to Madrid.

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

-How much you need? -600 kilos.

JUDGE: The defendant pleads guilty.

He is sentenced to six years of imprisonment,

five of supervised release, and six of disqualification.

I am Manuel Jabois, I write for El Mundo.

I'd like to get an interview.

-Just leave me the fuck alone. -Think about it.

ADULT BABY: Get the hell away from me!

Hey!

BEA: So who've you murdered?

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.

You're not gonna tell me?

Let me have some.

(OPENS AND CLOSES DUSTBIN)

Tell me what's going on.

Or should I go now?

If you don't tell me, I'll go. It's all up to you.

Shit, it's not easy.

Okay, I know it's not easy.

It can't be that bad, though.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Besides, you don't have a kidnapper's face.

Do you remember March 11th?

And you remember how there were some Asturians mixed up in it, right?

And that there was a minor involved in it.

Well, I'm him.

And there it was again.

That fucking face, the same face everyone gave me.

The judge, my mother, the journalist, the face of someone who sees the devil.

Except for these guys. My fellow inmates at Los Rosales.

Those guys didn't see the devil in me. No way.

They saw God.

Come and fight us if you got the balls!

Or maybe they did.

(INMATES SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Maybe they also saw the devil.

But the thing was, these guys fucking love the devil.

Come on, come on, yeah!

Come on! Hell yeah!

I was the first one to be convicted for March 11th.

November 2004.

Three years before the main trial that convicted the rest.

-GUARD: Go, go, go! -Bring it the fuck on!

(INMATES CHEERING)

GUARD: Go, go!

(ALL GRUNTING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

GUARD: Up against the wall!

-Fuck you! -GUARD: Get down!

SEE YOU IN ANOTHER LIFE

Motherfucker!

(PANTING)

ADULT BABY: I spent six years in the juvenile detention center.

But I was spared any jail time afterward.

Not because of my testimony.

It was all thanks to the center's director.

(DOOR UNLOCKS AND OPENS)

DIRECTOR: Gabriel, how are you doing?

BABY: Fuck you.

I've been in this cell for 11 fucking days.

Well, it seems like you want to stay or you want to join the rest?

I don't care.

DIRECTOR: I want you to be let out tomorrow,

provided that you drop the attitude, of course.

Besides, they're coming to see you.

Who's seeing me?

DIRECTOR: The judge and the prosecutor.

They're prepping the trial and meeting with the defendants.

BABY: What do I care? I've already been tried.

Now you'll be going as a witness, Gabriel.

This is very important.

I'm gonna keep my mouth shut. I swear to God.

I just want to be left in peace.

I knew what they wanted.

They wanted to discuss the bag again.

They wanted to find out if I knew what was in it.

They wanted to know if Emilio had ever told me.

Gabriel...

On the 11th, it will be one year since the attack, you know?

BABY: So?

DIRECTOR: We'll be paying tribute to the victims.

A moment of silence. We can count on you, right?

(DOOR CLOSES, LOCKS)

ADULT BABY: As hard as you might try,

you can't always avoid facing up to things.

Ten years later, I had to face the people I'd left behind.

Even the ones I never expected to see again.

Despite what the Moors claim,

you don't need to go to heaven to see a dead man walk.

His name was Roberto Reis Palacios,

and he'd been killed several times.

Well, that's not entirely true.

The part about him being named Roberto, I mean.

Because everybody called this guy Jimmy.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

They called him that because of the Black guy who played for Atleti.

But not because he moved as fast as him.

It was 'cause he talked a mile a minute.

Almost as fast as he blew through joints.

In theory, Jimmy was supposed to sell the weed and make a buck.

But he always smoked away whatever product he had.

It was with him that the whole business with the fucking bag began.

(MUSIC STOPS)

VIDEO GAME AVATAR: Hey, over here!

What a cute car!

AMOKACHI: Bro, how do I take this car?

Come in from the right and hit the square.

Are you sure?

Avilés January 5th, 2004

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(VIDEO GAME AVATAR SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

-(DOORBELL RINGING) -You gonna get the door?

2 months and 6 days before the attacks

(DOORBELL CONTINUES RINGING)

Can't pick up today, Emilio.

I know you can't, Jimmy.

So then?

So then what?

Then why are you here?

ADULT BABY: Emilio had promised El Chino

he'd bring 30 kilos of explosives down to Madrid.

What'd the Three Kings bring you, Jimmy?

ADULT BABY: But, of course, he wasn't gonna bring them himself.

Epiphany's tomorrow.

Well, it looks like they came early this year

'cause I got something for you.

-AMOKACHI: Hey, man. -What's that?

-Huh? -What do you got?

EMILIO: 500 bucks.

What do I gotta do for it?

Take a bag down to Madrid and give it to some Moor.

And for that I get 500 bucks?

550.

JIMMY: 500 or 550?

600.

Each time you ask, I'll raise.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Six hundred bucks. Stop busting my balls now.

I can't, dude.

You can't what?

JIMMY: Uh... I think I'll pass, man.

You could use the money, Jimmy, is that right?

I've heard you really need it.

(SIGHS)

Yeah, but, uh...

But I just don't, I don't want any trouble.

But what trouble? Come on, there's no trouble here.

Yeah, no, dude. Really, I won't.

AMOKACHI: Hey, man, I'll do it.

Who are you?

Luis. Well... Amokachi they call me.

-(JIMMY CHUCKLES) -Amo-what?

Amokachi, like the Nigerian soccer player.

-You Black, dude? -(LAUGHS)

No, come on. Uh, the guys call me that,

they say I look like him.

You look like a Black dude?

Jimmy Hasselbaink was Black too, you know?

It must be because of our huge dicks.

(ALL LAUGHING)

That's the reason. Amochucky. That's the reason.

So I can count on you then?

-Yeah, yeah. -All right.

Don't you come crying to me later.

Yeah, I won't.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

ADULT BABY: A few days later, they got another visitor.

(BANGING)

TORO: Open up, man. Don't waste my fucking time.

(BANGING)

Come on, Jimmy!

(BANGING) Open the fucking door.

Jimmy! (BANGING)

Well?

You got it or not?

-Got what? -TORO: "Got what?"

The 900 bucks you owe me for four bricks of keif.

Yeah.

Well, a part of it.

-Part of it, he says. -(BANGS)

A part of it, un-fucking-believable.

All right, come on.

JIMMY: Look, I got a buddy who can give me the rest of it,

but I just need a couple of more days, man.

Just a little more time.

TORO: This thing right here.

Grab that end there.

-I'll pay it all, I swear. -Come on!

Give him a hand. You got arms, don't you?

All right, the console here, too.

No, dude, you don't need the console.

Damn it, come on!

Fucking hell. Jesus.

You take this and I'm good.

ADULT BABY: Except he wasn't.

Because the next day they took him for a walk in the woods.

(CAR DOORS OPEN)

Come on, move it.

-What are you doing? -Shh.

(PANTING)

-No, please don't... -TORO: Shut up, asshole.

-Shut up, okay? -Please, please...

Shut up. Look over there, look over there.

-Please... -TORO: You hear me?

-Ah. Please. -Look over there.

You must be the village idiot, huh?

And there are plenty of idiots in Avilés.

Please. I'm gonna pay it all back, Toro.

-TORO: What are you saying? -I swear to God, Toro.

TORO: What are you saying? What is it, man?

-Slow down. I can't understand. -I'll pay you back.

TORO: I can't understand. Damn it! Slow down.

Come on. I can't understand him at all.

(GUN CLICKS)

-(GROANS) -TORO: I can't understand you.

(CRIES) No, no, no, no!

-No, no, no, no! -That's the way it is, Jimmy.

TORO: That's the way it is, huh? That's how it is.

-Please don't. No, no, don't! -Listen up, okay?

-Listen to me! -Mmm.

This really is the last time, okay?

I swear on my left nut. You hear me, huh?

(CRYING)

TORO: Let's go.

(CRYING)

(CAR DEPARTING)

ADULT BABY: Jimmy reeked of death from miles away.

What he needed was a miracle.

And we already know who was in charge of miracles in Avilés.

EMILIO: Morning.

I'll handle it, hmm?

I've already heard about the stuff with my brother-in-law.

I'll take care of the debt.

If you make another trip.

I will.

Come on, get me some water. Go on.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(TAP TURNS ON)

Thanks.

And Amokachi?

-Amokachi? -JIMMY: Isn't he making trips?

(SCOFFS) Amokachi's a dumbass.

I'd rather you do it, Jimmy.

ADULT BABY: What really happened was, Amokachi had taken the bag to Madrid.

But when he returned, Emilio didn't pay him.

I'll make sure your debt's paid off.

And I'll tack on 300 bucks.

ADULT BABY: Months later at the trial,

Jimmy's lawyer tried to argue that his client wasn't the sharpest tool.

But at the time, Jimmy asked what I think was a pretty smart question.

And what's in it?

Eh?

What's in the bag, huh?

Keif.

I'm giving it back to the Moors because it's bad.

(EMILIO SIGHS)

So, Jimmy...

Should I save your ass or not, huh?

ADULT BABY: So that's what he told Jimmy. It was cut hash. Bad-quality keif.

He'd told Amokachi that it was a stack of pirated CDs.

Only Emilio and the Moors knew

that what those bags really contained

was 10 kilos of Goma-two dynamite.

EMILIO: Jimmy. One more thing.

Give me that parka you got on.

My parka?

EMILIO: Yeah, here, let me take it.

When the Moor asks for the money,

tell him your coat was stolen and the money was in it.

What money?

The deal with the Moor is that there'll be an envelope with cash in the bag.

Though we're keeping the envelope, Jimmy.

What are you saying, Emilio?

-(TAPS) -Go on.

See ya.

(ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING)

EMILIO: So how does it feel?

You listening to me?

Can you feel it in your balls?

Feel what?

How the whole car's shaking like a Romanian bitch's pussy.

(CHUCKLES)

(MUSIC STOPS)

Hey, what's the matter, kiddo? You're being a fuckin' drag.

How come you're not letting me do these trips like the others?

-(CHUCKLES) -BABY: The fuck you laughing at?

You jealous now?

You sound like my ex.

I mean, with less mustache, though.

You don't trust me or what?

EMILIO: Nah, that's not it.

Then what is it?

I'm trying to save you, hmm?

I want to keep you for the big stuff, you know.

Right.

I should be the jealous one.

Fucker.

You got yourself a new partner, huh?

What are you saying?

Tenete won't leave you the fuck alone.

He's been bugging me like crazy, that motherfucker.

-He wants in on the action. -On what action?

-Keif. -We already told him no.

-BABY: The guy's really fucking insistent. -"Insistent"?

That's a three-dollar word, kid.

Tell him no fucking way, hmm?

We can only have one fatso in the crew and we already got Koala.

(CHUCKLES)

ADULT BABY: But Tenete was the kind of guy who never gave up on a dream.

Halt for the Civil Guard!

Oh, you're fucking kidding me.

Requesting backup! I repeat, requesting backup!

Send someone, please.

Send... Freeze!

Goddamn you! Stay still.

Hands up in the air. (PANTS)

Put them where I can see them, okay?

You son of a bitch!

-You son of a bitch! -(BOTH LAUGHING)

ADULT BABY: They'd struck gold.

Fuckin' idiot.

ADULT BABY: That poor fat ass had never been so happy in his fucking life.

Come on. (LAUGHS)

ADULT BABY: And this was just the beginning

because he'd arranged to meet with Marito Santana,

a narco who was gonna buy the merchandise.

He was gonna get filthy fucking rich.

(INHALES)

The purest keif in the whole basin.

I told you it was fucking great, man.

No, I'm telling you.

'Cause it's mine.

Lauren!

You fucking sons of bitches!

(LAUGHING)

I've got into one hell of a mess.

I owe them lots of money, and they're gonna kill me.

You know what you've got to do, right?

If I do it, you'll help me?

Hey, listen, I'll give you three or four slabs and you'll be set.

Come on, do it again and I'll help you.

Halt for the Civil Guard.

No man for real.

Halt for the Civil Guard!

(LAUGHING)

"Hands up in the air! Put them where I can see them!"

You're kidding. (LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY)

BABY: "Requesting backup!"

And he had a fake walkie-talkie from the Chinese store.

So did you help him?

What?

Help Tenete.

Gave him a few slabs, huh? That's what you said.

Yeah, but from mine.

EMILIO: You did?

Because I said not to do that.

Yeah, I know, but I gave him for mine, like I said.

Oh, well.

Give him some of ours if you like.

After all, you got to keep the police happy. (LAUGHS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(BABY SNORTS)

(SNIFFS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

I've been trying to reach you. You're freaking me out. Everything okay?

EL CHINO: No, nothing's okay!

Because of this asshole you sent, nothing's okay!

Lower your voice. God, it's like you swallowed a megaphone.

EL CHINO: Where's the fucking money? (CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

(EMILIO SNORTS)

EL CHINO: I trusted you, Emilio,

and now you send me the first jackass you meet on the street.

Fuck, this guy can't even talk right.

He keeps running his mouth about a robbery,

how he's been robbed. What the fuck?

Well, they robbed the kid, what can I say?

Because I gave him the money, I don't know you're trying to say now.

EL CHINO: I'm telling you, this dipshit

doesn't have a goddamn clue, do you hear me?

Well, hey, don't get worked up.

Kids are like this, huh?

They're at that age.

Not me, though. I'm a big boy.

EL CHINO: Let's see if that's true, and you start doing your part.

EMILIO: Uh-huh.

Don't worry, I'll sort it out.

(PHONE CLICKS)

Kid, rack me up a fat one.

This is harder than a mine.

Holy fuck!

The Moor beat him up good.

Oh, shit. He looks like Gollum.

Who's that?

The ugly guy in Lord of the Rings.

Don't know what that is.

What?

The Lord of the Rings.

How do you not know it?

Hey, what's up, Jimmy? Big guy, hmm?

Hop on in. Hop on in here.

(SIGHS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

BABY: You don't know those movies? Bullshit.

(SNIFFING)

I've never heard of it, no.

Well, then, Baby, what's it about?

-Huh? -That movie you said,

the ring, what's that? Go on.

It's a little complicated, but okay.

It's about this one tiny dude who's gotta go out and find some rings.

And he goes with a dwarf and an elf.

And then there's also these guys called Orcs.

-Emilio. -Orcs? What the hell are Orcs?

Come on, man. That sounds to me like you're talking Mandarin or some shit.

You're kind of a dumb ass, aren't you?

Of course I know Lord of the Rings. You thought I was that dumb?

Jimmy, this guy here thinks I'm dumb. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Hey, you. Look what you got me into.

I've got the Moor's temper hotter than Columbo's lighter. (CHUCKLES)

I did what you told me.

What'd I tell you? I don't remember.

JIMMY: To say that I'd been robbed.

Hold this for me.

Hold it.

Did I tell you?

Yes, you did.

Did I tell you or didn't I?

No.

Yeah, I fucking did.

I fucking told you, Jimmy.

I swear on my mother, I told you what to say.

The problem is that he didn't buy it.

You did pretty well, Jimmy. I think you actually did pretty great.

So the debt to my brother-in-law, you forget about it. Hmm?

You leave that shit behind you.

That's all in the past, huh?

ADULT BABY: But soon after Jimmy got home, there was a knock at the door.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Jimmy got up, opened the door and told Toro

that Emilio was taking care of his debt.

TORO: Jimmy!

ADULT BABY: But Toro told Jimmy that his debt was his, not Emilio's.

And he beat him up again.

TORO: Don't you test me. I'll fucking kill you.

ADULT BABY: This time, Jimmy really was a dead man.

TORO: Open the fucking door, Jimmy!

ADULT BABY: He used his last bit of strength

to work at the construction site for a week.

He got the money together to flee to the Canary Islands

where his mother lived.

-He decided to change his life. -TORO: Open up!

ADULT BABY: He decided once and for all to leave this hell behind.

-TORO: Jimmy, fuck! -(DOOR THUDS)

EMILIO: Hey, you gotta bring me those DVDs, okay?

-What DVDs? -The ones on extreme hunting in Bulgaria.

-What the hell you want that for, dude? -For real.

-I'm about to go there and hunt bears. -Hmm?

-You know I saw one. -Yeah, I saw one too, in Somiedo.

-No, no. I saw it here, in Avilés. -You serious?

Over on San Agustín.

He was driving a convertible. With his paw out, like this...

(LAUGHS) Fucking idiot.

-Here you go. -Nice.

-The other thing, you still interested? -Yeah, of course.

And when would it be? 'Cause I gotta know.

-Next week, I'll call you. Yeah. -You will? You sure?

-Sure. Don't sweat it, eh? -Fine.

-You take care. -You too.

Don't let this shithole get you down.

RULO: Not gonna be here much longer.

-Well, I think it's your turn, Koala. -My turn for what?

Take a bag to Madrid.

A bag of what?

A bag of explosives.

(CHUCKLES) What are you saying?

ADULT BABY: Apparently he just told him. He just bluntly told him.

If you don't understand why Emilio didn't tell anyone

except for Koala...

welcome to the club.

And you'll get a 1,000 euros, stack bigger than your head. (CHUCKLES)

No way, dude.

-"No way"? -No. Come on, man. For real.

I don't want to get in trouble, man.

(SIGHS)

You guys are all a bunch of worthless pussies. I swear to God.

-The only one here with balls is Baby. -Leave Baby out of this, okay?

Huh?

Dude, don't bring him into this. Baby's a fucking kid, you know that.

(ENGINE STARTS)

-You got it for sure? Let's see. -Yeah.

Look.

It's a prepaid phone, so they can't trace it.

And the only number in there is the Moor's.

Even so, remember the number, huh? Just in case.

(KEYS BEEP)

Okay, I already know it.

-You're a dumbass, give it. -Hey.

-Give it to me. Give it, damn it. -Hey! (CHUCKLES) Here you go.

(BEEPING)

-(CELL PHONE DIALING) -(SIGHS)

-Hey, I'm sending the kid now. -EL CHINO: All right, then.

Have him wait at the station until I get there.

No, don't make him wait. He's not like the others, okay?

You can count on this one.

EL CHINO: Don't fuck with me, Emilio.

No, for real. The kid's my cousin. He's family.

EL CHINO: Tell you cousin not to waste my time.

-Okay. You need anything just call me. -(CALL DISCONNECTS)

-Don't worry, it'll be fine. -BABY: Mmm.

If they stop the bus... not gonna happen.

But if they stop the bus and they ask about the bag,

you say it's not yours, that you're going to Toledo...

Yeah, I'm going to Toledo to see my aunt.

-What's the Moor like? -El Chino, he's called.

But he looks more like Mowgli from The Jungle Book.

-I don't know that one. -You what?

Don't know The Jungle Book. No fucking idea.

(BOTH LAUGH)

You're such a little wise-ass.

You know what?

You're the only one who hasn't asked about the money.

ADULT BABY: I hadn't even asked him what it was I'd be carrying in the bag.

How much will I get?

Thousand bucks. That's how much.

-It's not that much. -(EMILIO CHUCKLES)

Go ahead. Help yourself.

No way. I'm gonna try and get some sleep on the ride.

Oviedo February 4th, 2004

1 month and 7 days before the attacks

Your ticket, please.

Thanks.

(BUS DOOR CLOSES)

ADULT BABY: Apparently, Amokachi had been a nervous wreck the whole trip.

And Jimmy had spent the whole seven hours scared to death.

But I was lucky.

No one sat next to me, so I could stretch my legs.

I slept the entire ride.

I know I had dreams, but I can't remember about what.

SOUTH BUS STATION

REPORTER ON TV: Turienzo Álvarez is the referee appointed to officiate

the first round of the semifinal of the King's cup,

where Real Madrid and Sevilla will face off.

Given that Álvarez... (CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

-A whiskey and cola. -SHOPKEEPER: Got it.

REPORTER: ...match like this should be officiated by top,

internationally-recognized referees, and that a less experienced referee

might be intimidated by the Bernabéu stadium.

Stay tuned for more coverage on this topic.

GOOD MORNING

And just a word of warning, we inform people taking the M-30

that starting last night, the highway's being surveilled to discourage speeding,

intoxicated driving, and other violations. Begoña.

-(CELL PHONE BEEPING) -Shit.

REPORTER: ...that's right. Good morning, Madrid.

As we said, two fixed radars and six mobile radars

in camouflaged police vehicles, in addition to

two "static transportable radars", began operating on the highway at midnight.

They'll be used to detect vehicles exceeding 90 kilometers per hour,

which is the maximum speed allowed on this belt way.

The City Hall has attributed last year's five point three percent increase

in auto accidents to speeding. In an attempt to address and combat this,

the municipal police will intensify... (CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

ADULT BABY: 665-040-605.

I'll never forget El Chino's phone number.

(RINGING)

ADULT BABY: Like I'll never forget that day.

-(LINE CONNECTS) -Hey. Chino?

Are you the Asturian?

BABY: Nice looking rims there, man.

(CAR REVS)

BABY: Yo, where you at?

EMILIO: In Avilés, where else would I be? You good?

Yeah, sure. Everything's fine. No problem. But where are you, asshole?

EMILIO: At home.

Don't think I can make it.

Fine, fine. I'll... I'll just get the bus to Avilés, in that case.

EMILIO: You sure?

Sure.

Don't worry about it. Later.

MAN 1: Slow burn, bro, this joint is amazing.

-MAN 2: Hey, lemme see that. Hey. -MAN 3: Yeah, they got three goals.

MAN 2: I swear.

-What's up, guys? -KOLALA: Hey, man, what's good?

-MAN 2: What's up, Baby? -MAN 1: What's up?

Smoking 24/7. Nice lifestyle, huh?

-MAN 2: (LAUGHS) Like you don't want some. -I'm done with that.

Tell me where's your stash, 'cause I'll use it for sure.

-BABY: At Y.F.M.H. -Where's that?

-At "Your Fucking Mom's House." -(ALL LAUGH)

Here, go ahead.

MAN 2: Hey, you wanna kick around the ball later?

MAN 1: Yeah, man, it's been a week since the last, right?

-MAN 2: Must be about that. -MAN 1: Don't know if I can.

Fuck. Who sells you this fucking shit?

MAN 2: This stuff's yours, bro.

Where were you?

In Madrid, I made a quick trip there.

You took a bag for Emilio, huh?

Yeah, what do you care?

-Do you know what was in it? -Keif, I dunno.

Keif, my ass.

(WHISPERS INAUDIBLY)

-How do you know about that? -Because he asked me first.

-Yeah, and? -Are you for real?

It's all done now. And I wasn't caught, (CHUCKLES) so worked out great.

ADULT BABY: What would I've done if I'd known beforehand?

-MAN 1: Pass that over here. -MAN 2: Look at him, blowing it down.

ADULT BABY: I'd have done it anyway, I guess.

ADULT BABY: What's the difference between one or the other?

I didn't give it any more thought.

Pretty bad shit, huh?

-MAN 2: Yo, will you listen to this guy? -MAN 1: (CHUCKLES) Yeah.

-MAN 2: The shit you sell, man. -MAN 1: It hit him.

ADULT BABY: Holy shit, dude.

You look pretty much the same, but uglier.

What are you doing here?

Well, wanna grab myself a beer.

That and some food, if you're willing to serve me, huh?

Go fuck yourself, Gabriel.

Hey, you know I just came by here to say hello?

Just to talk a little and find out how you've been doing.

You got some balls.

Coming here like it's nothing.

You know you fuckin' screwed me?

(SIGHS) He gets a beer and then he's leaving.

Tenete.

Don't call me that again, I swear to God.

ADULT BABY: After everything I did for you.

You're gonna serve me that fucking beer, huh?

And whatever the fuck else I want.

Huh?

DINAMITA: And there's your beer.

Take it outside.

I never wanna see you again in my fucking life, Gabriel.

(BEER BOTTLE CLANKS)

(HORN BLARING)

There you are, Gabriel! I thought you weren't coming.

ADULT BABY: Hey, man, you miss me or what?

No, but we are missing something.

Client called about some missing merchandise.

I mean, I got nothing to do with that.

It was you who went to Irún, right?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah. -Where you heading now?

I'm taking this to La Silvota and I'll be back.

Come by the office later and we'll talk, okay?

Andrés, I didn't take anything.

-Were you robbed on your way there? -No, no.

Well, as far as I know, fridges don't run away.

Okay, come back later and we'll call him. Hey, he could just be mistaken.

Come back, okay? Don't dodge me.

Man, you really think I stole a bunch of fridges, huh?

-Shh. No, no. Relax, Gabriel. -Are you really accusing me of that, dude?

What are you saying?

We'll talk about it later, come on, just don't go crazy.

Maybe the weighing was wrong or whatever.

Come on, deliver to La Silvota and come back!

Don't yell at me, don't yell in my fuckin' face, I swear I'll fuck you up.

-What did you say? -I told you to get outta my face!

I could take you in a fuckin' minute, you understand?

Don't ever come back here, Gabriel.

No, I'm coming back here, yeah.

Gonna come back here and shove your fucking fridges up your asshole!

Swear to God!

(HORN BLARING)

(INHALER PUMPS)

(INHALER PUMPS)

Real Madrid's new anthem, written by Manuel Jabois from Pontevedra

Do you think this is okay, how you keep your room?

-I'll clean it up later. -Later when?

When you leave me alone.

You're gonna clean it up now, in front of me.

-(PHONE RINGING) -Fuck, Mom. I can't do it now.

BABY: Yeah?

-Be right down, I'm coming. -(PHONE THUDS)

-Who is it? -A buddy.

The Miner?

They're giving me 1,000 euros for the job I took the other day.

Gabriel, I don't know what you're up to, but you...

When I'm back, I'll leave 200 on your bedside table.

If you need more, let me know. Sound good?

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

You want it or not?

-Yeah, yeah. -"Yeah, yeah," he says.

-Take it. Take it. -Come on, man!

Take it. Take it. Take it. (EMILIO CHUCKLES)

What's up, fatso?

You heading to the toilets or what?

I just got off.

Fucking hell. Just in time, huh?

Wanna go grab drinks? Huh?

The three of us?

Nah, I'll pass.

I don't know, my old lady's mad at me right now.

What the hell, dude? Buy me a drink or not? What's goin' on here?

We drinking or not?

You should buy me a drink, huh? Bachelor party.

Yeah!

Nah, I'm gonna go back home.

EMILIO: That's right, Koala!

Better go wash those hands, they smell like toilet brushes. (CHUCKLES)

His loss.

ADULT BABY: Sometimes, I think I almost ditched Emilio that day, like Koala did.

And that one draft beer...

ADULT BABY: But he was getting married, come on.

So we had to go all out.

It ended up being a two-day bachelor party

up until the wedding day.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(BOTH GRUNT)

Another one, Baby, hmm? Last one.

BABY: Emilio!

-(SNORTS) -BABY: You're not gonna make it, dude.

I will. (SNIFFS)

I got time for another.

(BABY SNORTS)

EMILIO: Help me with this, come on.

Here.

That's it.

(EMILIO CHUCKLES)

Well?

Hey, how do I look? Huh?

-Impressive, man. -(BOTH LAUGH)

JABOIS: He didn't invite you to the wedding, then?

No.

No, he was gone for a few days on his honeymoon.

And then, apparently, right after he got back is when...

when he met up with the Moors again, in Morata de Tajuña.

JABOIS: Mm-hmm.

One question, that stuff with Real Madrid, that's all...

-that's a lie, right? -What is?

Come on, that you wrote the anthem, that's not...

No, I mean, that's all true, why would it...

-No fucking way. -I did write that.

With this preppy look you've got going on.

I really wrote the song. Well, no... I didn't do the music,

uh, I wrote the lyrics. Someone else did the music, but yeah.

Who?

An artist called RedOne. Uh...

-What? -RedOne, RedOne.

And you're friends? I mean with the footballers?

Well, with some, yeah.

So do you know Ronaldo? The fat one, I mean.

-He was really good, huh? -Oof!

That one was... That guy...

A fighter, that guy.

Can I ask you how old you are?

ADULT BABY: Uh, 26.

-Twenty-six, wow. -ADULT BABY: Hmm.

You're still pretty young.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

A baby, for real.

Well, I think I gotta head out now.

-Hey, you didn't say what happened later. -Later, when?

The moment of silence in Los Rosales.

ADULT BABY: No, I did tell you... a while ago.

Look, I never...

I never showed regret to anyone.

I don't know, I didn't wanna go, it was too much for me.

What I had no real choice about was...

going to testify at the trials,

so the judge and the prosecutor came to prepare.

BABY: Trashorras wasn't my friend.

The one who was a real friend was Koala.

And the one who got the explosives was Tenete.

ADULT BABY: But I was fed up with myself, and with them,

and with the whole questioning process, so...

I changed my statement.

Although my new statement implicated Tenete, and he never forgave me.

You do realize you're contradicting what you said in court.

I gave them the classic excuse.

That, uh, in court I'd been forced by the Civil Guard and...

they couldn't tell what was true and what wasn't.

Basically, I acted like a total asshole.

And you told them you didn't carry the bag?

Nah, I just... I said I did. I just...

All I changed was the mine thing.

I mean not the bag, no, because really the biggest deal, it was the mine thing.

And you don't regret it?

I regret what happened. I don't regret what I did.

That's how I look at it all.

And it's true that...

many people died who really shouldn't have,

but if you need the money, what can you do?

What if they told you that day in The Conchita Mine...

ADULT BABY: That's enough, okay?

I just responded.

That's all.

JABOIS: Okay.

Wanna meet tomorrow and talk about the mine?

I don't think I can, no.

Well, whenever you can. Any other day. You tell me. You have my card.

ADULT BABY: Yeah, but...

I don't need it, you know?

I can remember your number.

Whether you'll get anything out of me is another matter.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

-(CAR DOOR CLOSES) -It's all set.

Tomorrow we meet the Moors.

-Ready, Baby? -Yeah, let's move it.

(CAR STARTS)

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)