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I regret what happened, not what I did.

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If they'd come to tell you that day
at Conchita Mine...

That's enough. I already answered.

Don't forget to grab tacks and screws.

Aren't you coming?

Okay, damn it, okay.
One of us will bring you back.

Why do they want it?

The dynamite.

To rob jewelry stores, I think.

-So, you'll take them?
-Yeah.

But I've never seen you like this.
So worried.

Why are you worried?
What've you gotten yourself into?

Well, that's it.

-See you.
-Yeah, see you.

In this life or the next.

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.

Who, with eight fixtures to go
in the league competition,

is realizing that his predictions
and prophecies

to avoid relegation to the second division
are coming true.

But that's only partially true,

because he's not the only manager
near the bottom

who likes to make prophecies.
Let's remember...

-Morning.
-Hi. I'm going to the trial.

Like everyone else.
You can't park here, sir.

Why? I'm here to testify.

Sorry, but this parking lot
is for official vehicles.

So, where do I park?

There's another lot there, up that road.

-Is it far?
-I couldn't say.

Please clear the entrance.

Temperatures continue to rise today,
and the weather is sunny across Spain.

Instability will be noticeable
in the east of the peninsula...

It was a very dark day.

My attention was caught
by the three train engines I saw

at platforms two, four and six,
with illuminated signs,

which stood out because
that doesn't happen very often and...

as it was very dark,

the one at platform two left at 7:05,

platform four at 7:10,
platform six a bit later...

April 18, 2007

...because in between it switched
with the one from Guadalajara...

Day 27 of the mass trial

...if memory serves.

And I used to always, well...
take the first to leave.

It was 7:04, and I didn't know
whether to get on at platform two or four.

I sat on the two benches that fold down,

on the first one on the left,

and I was worried about falling asleep
because I wanted to get off

at Nuevos Ministerios
to switch to line six,

to take the subway.

And then... Well, I nodded off, I dozed...

a while, I don't know how long.

A cell phone woke me up.

I heard a cell phone ring... five times.

One, two, three, four, five.

And the last thing I thought was,
"Let's see if they answer the phone."

And, on the fifth ring...

Boom. It all happened.

SEE YOU IN ANOTHER LIFE

March 1, 2004

What's wrong with you, kid?

I think I got the flu
from being out there all night.

What do you mean "all night"?
You've been home all night.

Right.

Have you taken anything?

Like what?

Ibuprofen, paracetamol, rum and coke.
Hell if I know. Anything.

You want to go to Madrid?

-Why Madrid?
-To get the car that Mowgli drove.

It's there and I'm too lazy to go.

If you get it, I'll give it to you.

-Why don't you go?
-Do you want it or not?

-Yeah, I want it, yeah.
-Great.

-I'm gonna ask you one more favor.
-What?

Change your expression, damn it.

Kid.

Kid.

Where am I?

Alive, miraculously.

Can you move?

I think so.

What's up, guys?

-Let's move him.
-Yes, he's secured.

Okay?

What's up, kid?

How are you?

We're going to put on a collar.
Let's use the scoop stretcher...

Let's see. It should... That's it.

Easy does it.

Take it easy.

Do you know how fast you were going, kid?

Do you know how fast my colleagues
had to drive to catch up with you?

Recognize any of them?

Huh?

Recognize any of them?

I'm just kidding.

Stop looking at the wall. Look at me.
I'm talking to you.

Sorry.

Sign here, go on.

Speeding, reckless driving,
driving without a license.

You hit the jackpot, champion.

Why are you cleaning? Rest, damn it.

Good thing you're home.

You're right.

It's been a long damn time.

I missed you.

That's what you say now.

Two days from now you'll be getting
into trouble, if I know you.

At this rate, you'll be the death of me
and the baby.

I don't think it'll scare so easily,
if it's got your genes.

You're an imbecile.

You know that, right?

-Want something to eat?
-I want to sleep.

Are you sure?

DO NOT ENTER

You.

The Miner's downstairs.

I said you were sleeping, he didn't care.
You guys never listen.

Thanks, mom.

-What's up, people?
-Get in the car.

Get in.

You knew the car was stolen?

-No.
-No, of course. He knew nothing.

-How can I know if you don't tell me?
-You didn't need to, damn it.

No, no.

I didn't because I thought
you were smarter.

That you'd get the car and bring it back.
Like we agreed.

Not go 240 kilometers an hour
like an dumbass.

Yeah.

But...

But what? Let's hear it.

What's done is done.

-You're un-fucking-believable.
-Unbelievable.

-And why do you care?
-Why, man?

It's his problem. I don't know
why the fuck you're here!

What have you told him?

Are you an idiot?

What would I tell him? Nothing.

Is there anything to tell?

-No.
-Exactly.

He's here because I asked him.

-Are we good or not?
-We're good.

Fuck, kid, one thing leads to another.

You're like a damn newbie.

When the dots start connecting...

You know, like those drawings
in activity books?

With word-searches and all that shit.

"Connect the dots."
I think that's what they're called.

That connecting the dots thing.

Here comes a cop
who sees the car's stolen,

and investigates
the fucking idiot driving it.

He starts connecting the dots.

The problem is that it won't reveal
an elephant or the Taj Mahal,

it's my fucking face, understand?

It reveals my face!

If it's my face, it's yours, too. Get it?

Forgive me.

I'm sorry, Emilio. Really.

Get out. You're not coming.

I jumped.

I broke the seat, split it, and...

I'm alive because
there was a heavy person in front of me,

because the bomb was 1.5 meters away.

There were two people who shielded me.

And they hit my chest.

It felt like my lungs had burst.

My eardrums were ringing and...

and I was trapped.

March 11, 2004

-The bastard isn't answering.
-Who isn't?

The Moor, isn't answering my calls.

Fuck him. Fuck everyone
and their fucking mothers.

What's going on?

-Let's go see Ramón. Get in.
-Where are we going?

The bar. For fuck's sake, get in the car.

People crowd around the points

where the train tracks can be seen,

nearby where another explosion
would have occurred

and, as we've said, there's still a train,
and on those tracks full of cars

where people were passing through
until a few minutes ago,

doctors are now pushing stretchers
full of the wounded

who were injured in one of the explosions
in Madrid.

Thank you, David Moreno.
We'll continue to keep an eye on the...

Holy shit.

...of those explosions recorded near...

-How many trains are there?
-Four, they said.

What sons of bitches.

Our Arabs did that, fucking hell.

What?

Mowgli, he did that.

-How can it be Moor?
-It makes sense, damn it. See?

-It was ETA.
-No.

It wasn't.

-It's always ETA, everyone says so.
-No, kid, it was them.

No, man. It can't be.

It absolutely can be.

You're being paranoid.

You think so?

I hope so.

Go home now and don't come out. Okay?

Okay.

Have your mom make you some food.
Shut the blinds.

Play your videogames
until you win them all. Understand?

Yeah, yeah.

Above all, stay calm.

I'm very calm. You're the one who isn't.

-Don't raise your voice to me.
-I'm not raising my voice.

-Good.
-Really.

Go home now, go on.

We've received these data
from the City Police,

based on the death count

as of 9:00 am today. As you can imagine...

My God. It's horrible. Have you seen it?

...recovering the dead bodies,

the cadavers they've found
in these three places,

although, evidently,

their absolute priority is
to attend to the wounded.

Fucking ETA.

Yeah.

...images that have reached us
from our teams...

...the numbers are chilling.

In Atocha, 40 people may have died.

According to our colleagues
in Santa Eugenia,

who are currently on site,
when we spoke to them

at least two people had died.

In El Pozo del Tío Raimundo, the third...

We were heading to the station,

we live about 800 meters away.

It must have taken us
two minutes to get there.

So, when we entered the station, well...

nothing seemed to be wrong.

We passed the turnstiles,

my daughter jumped the first one, then me.

We went up the stairs to the platform,

and then, as soon as we got there,

we saw that some metal sheets
from the canopy roof had collapsed.

To the right, there were lots of corpses.

Like a pile of 10 or 15 people.

Corpses that were practically destroyed.

I figured they were dead with...

quite serious injuries, missing limbs,
eviscerated, etc.

So, I kept going.

Then I realized my daughter was behind me.

I yelled to her, crying.

I said, "Honey, stay there.
I'm going to go look for your mom."

Then I got on the train, and, of course,
people were asking for help.

I said, "I'm coming. I'm looking
for María, my wife. I'm coming."

But, of course, what I needed
was to find my wife.

I knew she was alive
because I'd spoken to her,

but I didn't know what condition
I'd find her in.

I jumped to the other side of the track,

and there were also some bodies
on the train tracks.

I didn't know what to do then. I mean...

I wanted to help...

All I did was, there was a boy there.

The foam or white powder
from a fire extinguisher

was spraying in his face, suffocating him.

Well, I kicked away the extinguisher
and I cleaned his face.

Then I tried to keep looking for my wife.

I wasn't able to help anyone because...

what I basically... needed was...

was, well... well, to see her.

And also...

with the anguish of having
my 16-year-old daughter back there,

crying, screaming,

and taking in everything
that was happening there.

My cousin was stationed 14 years
in Mondragón. He says it wasn't ETA.

Hell, of course it was ETA.

I don't know. He says they weren't
the explosives ETA use.

Ramón.

-Hey. What's up, Emilio?
-I've called you 40 times, damn it.

-Can I talk to you for a sec?
-Now?

Okay. Let's go to that table.

Quickly, eh?

Do you want a drink?

-It was the Arabs.
-What?

The Madrid thing.

It wasn't ETA.
It was the Arabs I told you about.

You don't know what you're saying.

I do, damn it.
They wanted tons of dynamite.

They'd planned something big.
They were crazy.

They said they agreed with 9/11.

It was them, for fuck's sake!

...the Ministry of the Interior
and law enforcement agencies

considered the main line of investigation

to be the terrorist organization ETA,

given that all the evidence,
the explosives, the precedents...

-No, Ramón. He's wrong.
-Shut up, damn it!

...I had no doubt that it's ETA,
and I've said why. I've just repeated it.

ETA was looking to carry out
a large attack in Madrid,

we've had the precedents
since Christmas Eve...

I'm just saying it's all very weird.

I believe it was them.

Don't fuck with me, Emilio.

You know more than the minister?

...a major load of explosives,
as occurred last week.

This is an unprecedented image

because yesterday's protest in Madrid was,

undoubtedly, the largest in history.

Official sources say 2,300,000 people...

March 13, 2004

...clogged three kilometers of
Paseo del Prado and Recoletos

which separates Plaza de Colón
from Atocha station,

in a resounding clamor against terror.

...police investigated the van
found yesterday

in the vicinity of the Alcalá de Henares
train station,

is giving momentum to the hypothesis that

Al Qaeda Islamic terrorism is behind...

Fuck. Answer the fucking phone.

...Atocha, Santa Eugenia and El Pozo.

I'm the mother
of Jorge Rodríguez Casanova,

and the ex-wife
of Francisco Javier Rodríguez Sánchez.

That day your son and ex-husband died.

Yes, both of them.

On the train.

These two blood clots gave me
three cerebral infarctions,

which in turn affected
the left side of my body,

leaving me partially paralyzed.

This is known as hemiplegia.

I also suffer from deafness.

I've completely lost the hearing
in my right ear,

and I had surgery on my left ear.

I had an operation called tympanoplasty,

which means they rebuilt my eardrum.

I am not a health professional
nor an expert.

The only thing I felt was intense rage

at whoever was capable of
doing this in our neighborhood,

a working-class area in Vallecas.

In El Pozo del Tío Raimundo.

An emblematic neighborhood,

renowned for the workers' struggles.

And for them to do this to us
on a train full of students,

of workers, who only ever contribute
their strength to society.

March 15, 2004

Defying the predictions
of all the polls...

Zapatero, the new president

...the Socialist Party won the election

last Sunday, 14 March. The PSOE...

Dick, you drank all the Cola Cao.

...has won a majority with 164 seats,

leaving the Popular Party,
which now leads the opposition,

with 148 seats, 16 fewer than the PSOE.
The rest of the hemicycle...

The Miner came.

Why didn't you wake me up?

He said you should keep dreaming.

He told you that?

Yeah, it mustn't have been important.

...Chunta Aragonesista, Eusko Alkartasuna
and Nafarroa Bai, with one each.

What's up?

Yeah, I keep calling him and nothing.

I don't know, I've no fucking clue.
But it's not normal.

No fucking clue.

I don't know, Tenete.

There's something wrong with him.

-Maybe he's out partying.
-Partying for how long?

-It wouldn't be the first time.
-Or he's dead, who knows.

Don't talk shit.

Or maybe they arrested him.

-Why would they arrest him?
-For 1,000 fucking things.

For the Arabs who sold him hash.

Maybe they planted the bombs in Madrid.

What the fuck are you saying?

They're Arabs, but there's lots of them.
Why would it be them?

Emilio says it's them.

What if we get arrested?

I think we'd know if they'd arrested him.

We would know, right?

I don't know.

I think so. We would know.

The thing is... we might not know.

Because...

if they caught him,
he wouldn't have time to call...

Would you shut up already?
You're driving me crazy, damn it.

What are you doing?

Me? I'm gonna keep working, damn it.

With all that's going on?

Don't touch that.

-You just said...
-What should I do?

Throw it in the river?

Did you see him again?

Emilio?

No, not until the trial.

-You? Did you manage to talk to him?
-No, I wish.

Believe me I tried.
But, no, there was no way.

He doesn't want to talk to me.

It's weird, huh?

Being so close with someone, then...

-I don't remember ever seeing you.
-Well.

Emilio and I...

for a time...

we were really close.

United by something strong. But...

now that I think about it,
I realize he'd show up

when you least expected it,
when he needed something.

Is it true he threatened you?
You said so at the trial.

-We said lots of things.
-But...

did he? He knew his conviction
depended on what you said.

What'll you do with this?

With what?

With what we're talking about.

I don't know. I haven't thought about it.

An article, maybe a book. I don't know.

-A book?
-Yes, a book. Yeah.

-There's a lot to tell.
-But why?

-What?
-Why?

What's the point?

Isn't it good to talk about it?

Yeah.

Do you think so?

You know, if...

we'd met under different circumstances,
anyway...

I like you, but...

this, I don't know.

What don't you know?

I don't know if I like you.

What's that?

For communion?

So they see you looking nice.

Sure.

Don't you like it?

I don't know, no...

Better like this?

Better for who?

For the trial, son.

So they believe what you tell them.

What matters is what I'm gonna tell them.

Not how I'm dressed.

You don't like it, I'll change it.

Don't bother.

I have the receipt there.

I don't care.

It's fine, Mom.

Thanks.

We'll have to do something with your hair.

Do you remember once,
when you were 12 or 13 years old,

you burned it all off.

I didn't burn it.

I bleached it.

You didn't "bleach it."

You burned it with hydrogen peroxide,
so you looked like a...

like a rooster from the flea market.

A rooster.

Missed calls
Baby 17:52 - Baby 16:47

You take care of it, Moreno.

You wanted to see me?

Come with me.

Sit down, Emilio.

With the court's permission.

Are you claiming for losses and damages?

What I'm asking... is that...

I believe in justice, so, well, that...

measures be taken
so this won't happen again.

I demand life imprisonment
for all the suspected murderers,

accountability from
the government officials

who were in office at the time,

and, of course,
I ask for respect for the victims.

I was very struck by the silence.

A heavy, dismal silence.

In the face of so much death,
so much horror, so much terror, silence.

Any other accusations? Defense?

-Thank you, sir, for your testimony.
-Thank you.

We'll continue the hearing with testimony
from police expert 33,057.

Please sit in the chair and speak loudly
and clearly into the microphone.

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)