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[police radio chatter]

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

- I'm totally calm, totally calm...
- [Carlos] You sure?

He tried to run away.

[Carlos] And you got nervous.

Sit down.

Don't worry. We'll sort it out.

What can I say?

I'm not an aggressive person.
This never happened before.

- Don't worry about it.
- Yeah, but I want you to know that.

The problem is that the attorney
will want to file a complaint.

- What type of complaint?
- About the state you left his client in.

Who's he going
to point the finger at? Me?

More than likely, he'll argue police abuse
to prejudice the case.

And we don't want that
to happen, do we?

No, of course not.

So we have to write our statement now,
before you leave here.

Yeah.

Uh...

- It tried to arrest him.
- Very good.

And did he struggle?

Yes, of course. He resisted.
My partner was there, he's a witness.

So did you feel threatened in any way?

I mean, I suppose so. Sort of.

Take your time, Leo.

Think about whether you were...

intimidated.

How did it feel, you know?

Well...

He was totally out of control,
right from the beginning.

Was spitting...

And he's a dealer, you know?

- A junkie?
- A junkie.

I can't have a guy like that
spitting all over me.

He might give me hepatitis.

Or AIDS.

Or AIDS, yeah.

Yeah, apart from that...

in the middle of your struggle,
didn't he try to disarm you?

He took advantage
of you being off your guard

and slipped your gun from your holster.

Am I right?

- Yeah. Yeah, you're right.
- So he grabbed it.

And pointed it at you.
He even pulled the trigger.

But since you had the safety on...

- It didn't go off.
- It didn't go off.

But you were really scared.

Scared of dying.

I have two kids.
The eldest is seven years old.

They would have been orphaned.

- I don't even want to think...
- But you thought so fast.

And that made you act
with a lot of anger.

A lot, Inspector.

You know what we need to do now?

What?

Tell the Inspector.

- The Inspector?
- She wants to help you too.

She's going to ask you
to put all this in writing.

Can you do that?

It's the right thing to do, no?

The right thing to do. Well done.

[haunting music playing]

[inaudible]

[high-pitched whine]

[haunting music continues]

Why did you keep calling me?

I wanted to see you.

No. You didn't want to see me.
You wanted to get laid.

Carlos is listening, you know.

He knows already.

It's not true.

- What, then, exactly?
- I didn't just want to go to bed with you.

Then what is going on?

- What's going on?
- Yes. What's going on?

On Tuesday you tell me
the best thing is to leave it

and three days later
you show up at my house for a fuck.

- Rai, I'm 20 years older than you.
- I couldn't care less.

I'm complicated.

You're afraid of me.

- Afraid?
- Yes.

You're afraid to get involved.

- I'm not afraid of you.
- There's no point denying it.

What do you know, Rai?

Have you been pretending, then?

Because some things are obvious.
I see them.

Maybe we shouldn't
do this any more, OK?

- And I'll stop calling you, I promise.
- No.

Rai, I want to keep
working with you, you know?

Because you're good,
not because I'm sleeping with you.

- That's nothing to do with it.
- It has everything to do with it.

Eventually, we'd have to choose.

- So I'd rather it were clear.
- María...

Workmates?

No complications.

[door buzzing]

Done and dusted.

- Are you sure?
- He's going to allege attempted murder.

Problem solved.

Let me see him.

Leo.

Is everything OK?

I'm really sorry about what's happened.

You don't need to apologise.
You made a great arrest, too.

Do you know how long
we've been after Carmelo?

Yes, the Inspector explained it to me.

- He's a killer, you know.
- He tried to take my gun.

He would have killed you, definitely.
Right, Carlos?

No doubt in my mind.

Now, all you have to do
is put it in writing.

They're bringing up the detainee.

Perfect, Jorge.

Would you mind going with Leo
to an office and taking his statement?

[Jorge] No problem.

[María] When you're done,
bring it to me.

- And the documents I asked for.
- Of course, Inspector.

Everything will be OK.

[pulsing music playing]

Well, I'll be in the observation room. OK?

You're not staying for the interview?

What for? I'm not needed.

You've been waiting for this for years.
It's your case.

[ping]

María de los Ángeles Toranzo.

I think she's keeping really well,
isn't she?

If I didn't know you better,
I'd say you'd had work done.

But with your foul temper
no one would dare put you

on the operating table
to slice your face up.

- What's up, Carlos?
- Carmelo.

- How's your emphysema?
- Same as the last time.

- You're still here working hard, though.
- From 8 to 5.

- Don't tell me you switched to e-cigs.
- Nah, they're for pussies.

That's my boy, Carlos.

Can you take this shit
off me, now? Yeah?

- [María] I'm afraid not.
- [keypad beeping]

You did resist arrest, after all.

Resisted, my arse. Look at me.
What are you talking about?

- Where the hell is Joaquín?
- He isn't here.

Does he know I'm here?

Commissioners don't have
to come to these things.

- Shit, so Joaquín is Commissioner now?
- Yes, and I'm in charge of the unit.

Well, congratulations,
I'm sure you deserve it.

- Very much so.
- Right, Carlos, of course.

I like that,
when people are moving forward.

Not like you, right?

You're as cynical as ever.
I bet you're still fucking the interns.

- If you have any interns here.
- Uh, no.

Well, that's a bugger.
Let me roll a cigarette before we start.

- You can't smoke here.
- María, you're kidding.

You've finally got me over a barrel.

Surely you can let me smoke, no?

- [keypad beeping]
- [door buzzing]

Hey.

- Good afternoon.
- Afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Can you make it clear for the record,
the state of my client's face,

before we go anywhere
with this interview.

[María] He's been seen by a doctor.

If you want, you can take a photo
and submit it as graphic evidence.

Shall we begin?

[beep]

At 20:44 hours on August 28th, 2018,

in the presence of Chief Inspector,
María de los Ángeles Toranzo Puig,

badge number 56787,

and Inspector Carlos Cerdeño Varona,
badge number 78323.

Civilian Carmelo Al Husaini...

Al Huzaini.

[María] Passport number 425031890T.

Born in Marrakesh.
How were you referred to, there?

- [Joaquín] Oh, fuck.
- By my surname.

They really went to town on him, eh?

[Rai] He resisted arrest.

- How much did he have on him?
- [Rai] A kilo of cocaine.

...people go a bit crazy...

[Luisa] Well, he won't
get away with it this time.

[Joaquín] Carmelo doesn't do
anything for nothing.

If he wants to make a statement
it's because he has a plan.

- [Rai] A plan?
- [Joaquín] To sing.

- On who, do you think?
- Whoever he needs to.

He's been up to his neck for years.
He knows all the criminals in Madrid.

[María] Are we going to talk
about Arab philosophy?

He'll want immunity
and a deal with the prosecutor.

...I'll talk about the conquest
of Granada...

You let me know when he does, OK?

[Carmelo] ...about the need
to stop eating meat...

She's really got it in for him.

[María] You're the one
who's been arrested.

We could start there, don't you think?

Weren't you supposed to be
conducting the interview with María?

No.

It suits you, playing good cop
in there with her.

No need, today.

Did you do something...

I was at a wedding.

Nice.

[coughs]

Now then... The first thing I want to say
is that I am not a terrorist.

I say this because
of this morning's attack in Alicante.

I may have an Arabic surname,
but I have nothing to do with jihadism.

Not now, or ever.

I am Catalan.

Born in Marrakesh.

But my mother was Catalan
and I grew up in Badalona.

That's why I have a little bit
of an accent, you know?

You understand me?

At home, my mother always wanted us
to speak Catalan, see?

Yeah, OK, we get it.

Well, you know me, don't you?

I'm not a fundamentalist.
Not one bone in my body.

We know you're a womaniser,
a drinker, an atheist.

And very Catalan.

Hold on.
I'm not some independence guy.

You don't say.

It's difficult to understand independence
from a mixed-race perspective,

and I'm definitely mixed race...
Not very Arab, true,

because in me, the genes
from one side of my family are stronger.

My mother's from Palafrugell.

Let's get down to the facts, Carmelo.

As Kahlil Gibran used to say,

"Show me your mother's face,
I'll tell you who you are."

- Just the facts.
- Beautiful.

OK. These are the facts.

Neither terrorist
nor independence seeker.

Just a dealer of drugs.

May I request
that comment be withdrawn?

No, it's no problem. Doesn't matter.

I do like drugs.

And if I'm here it's to be honest
and speak with my heart on my sleeve.

The fact that you might like drugs
does not make you a drug dealer.

Just let me say
what I want to say, OK?

You'll have to excuse her, because
she's new at doing criminal law

and she's a bit lost, but she'll learn.

Holy shit, you look just like your sister.
But prettier.

I used to date her sister.

- Let's get down to the facts, Carmelo.
- Yeah, let's get back to the facts.

I left Alicante...

about ten in the morning.

This morning, yeah?

This morning, yeah,
with a small backpack

containing two t-shirts,
three pairs of underpants

and a kilo of cocaine.

The cocaine has not been analysed yet
to determine the degree of purity.

I can tell you its purity already.

Eighty-seven percent.

Please may I talk to my client
for a minute?

No, you can't.

- He's incriminating himself.
- No, I'm not incriminating.

I'm just showing an attitude
of cooperation with the authorities

to do their job.

And might I remind you that you're here
to challenge the prosecution,

not the defence.

May I continue?

Well, then, please pardon us.

And so... a little backpack
with two t-shirts,

three pairs of underpants
and a kilo of cocaine.

I took a taxi to Madrid.

- [María] At ten in the morning?
- At ten in the morning along the A31.

aiming to get to Madrid
around lunchtime, more or less.

But then, around Albacete...

we caught the news on the radio

about the attacks
of the jihadi terrorists.

At COPE radio.

And that's where the problems began.

What do you mean by this?

The driver started
badmouthing fucking Arabs,

"Those pathetic Arabs, fuck them all...
Blah-di-blah-di-blah."

I was only able to take it
up to a certain point

because although my genes,
my heritage, are mostly Catalan,

I'm still also an Al Huzaini.

Of course...

So in the end I say to the guy
to stop dissing Arabs.

I told him, about 500 years ago,

when people here
were drowning in their own shit,

the children of Algiers
were already solving logarithms.

And that's no word of a lie.
I'm not making that up.

But some people
get really pissed to hear it.

- Like the taxi driver.
- You can't imagine how the guy reacted.

calling me a shitty Arab,

that my mother was a whore
for fucking a Maghrebi...

- In the end, I had to hit him.
- And he hit you?

That's why your face is like that, no?

[Carmelo chuckles]

No, Carlos, no...
You know very well why it's like this.

So you were fighting with him
in the vehicle.

Yeah, and the guy then stops

and leaves me
in the middle of the highway

with my kilo of cocaine.

I was really shitting myself.

Oh, I can imagine it.

A dealer with a kilo of coke
in the middle of the highway.

Please, could I have some water?

- Excuse me?
- Water. If you have any water.

When I talk my throat gets dry,
just here.

[door buzzing]

Thanks.

[door slams]

- [Jorge] Everything's in there, boss.
- Perfect.

Would you mind bringing a glass
of water for the detainee, please?

Excuse me, if you could make it a coffee
that would be even better.

[Rai] Is he playing the joker
because he's nervous,

or is that just the way he is?

[Luisa] It's the cocaine.

He taken everything except paracetamol,
which didn't show up.

- So he's on a buzz, then.
- Mm-hmm.

There isn't a stupid hair on him.

In 15 years we've accused him
of four homicides,

three actual and one attempted murder.

Guess how long he's been in prison.

Not a one day.

How come?

He knows the penal code better
than anyone that's ever studied it.

In that case, Joaquín was right.

He'll seek some sort of deal, then.

Fuck that.

Fuck what?

You haven't heard from María?

Heard what?

One of the people he killed
was a family member.

- Accidentally, no?
- Accidentally...

It isn't right to take it personally.

Since when have you considered that?

It's the correct way.

The day we had the Dalmatian
it didn't seem to bother you.

If María feels guilty
that he isn't locked up,

she should be in therapy,
not the interview.

What happened
between you and María?

[María] This is your life.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- No?

[María] You know, don't you?

Any volunteers in here?

Put a bit of sugar
in the coffee for Carmelo?

[María] When did you have the test?

[Jorge spits in coffee]

Two hours.

Two hours.

That's about how long it took
to get to the guesthouse.

And you didn't call your contact
to come and get you?

No, he said he couldn't come
until the next day

as there was surveillance on the roads,
what with the attacks and everything.

What happened
in the guesthouse, then?

I asked to have my room, with my ID.

And the receptionist
noticed your surname, Al Huzaini.

But not just my surname,
also my appearance.

Sweating, having walked
God knows how many kilometres.

So what did you talk about?

Yeah, he asked me where I was from
and that kind of thing.

I told him that my car had broken down
and I needed to spend the night there.

And the kilo of coke?

I hid it outside the house, just in case.
On some rough ground.

For some other time.

What happened next, please?

Well... well, nothing.

I suppose that the arsehole decided
to call the police

about the terrorist there.

You suppose?

I suppose.

What else do you suppose?

I suppose that the police officer
uploaded my details somewhere,

so that you received the alert
that Carmelo Al Huzaini

was on his own, somewhat sweaty,

and didn't have any luggage
at a guesthouse near Albacete.

And this happens the same day
as a bomb explodes in Alicante.

It's unproven
that he had any involvement.

No. So I'll just show you
what was written in the report.

And since you lot
are always trying to get me...

You mean so much, I'd get you myself.

I wish I'd known.

So you'd like to know how I was
done over by your police buddy

and given this face?

- I look forward to hearing your version.
- It's not my version, it's the version.

Your turn.

It's quite simple.

They asked me where
my broken down car wars, or something.

So I told them, "somewhere,"
then they asked me to go with them

but I couldn't remember...

It isn't that you couldn't remember.
It never existed.

Well, whatever.

The most important thing
was the notable tension.

- Tension?
- Very tense.

I suggested that they chill out.

That's when they gave me
the first whack.

Just for asking?

That's some really sick fuckers
you've got there.

What happened after the first blow?

It was followed by the second,
and then a third, and then a fourth.

So just before the fifth one,
I fucked off.

Attempted escape.

No, the injuries, the abuse of authority.

Well, the problem was
that they caught me after ten metres

and they really went for me then.

We have every intention of filing
a complaint against the officers.

Perfect.

What happened after this?

Well...

If they beat you with enough aggression,

eventually you end up talking.

That's it.

Define "that's it".

Well, I took them to the location
where I had left the cocaine.

[Carlos] I remember.
With a purity of 87%.

[María] Which means
six to nine years in prison.

No speculation.

Let's see, perhaps I should moan about
the police and the violence of the police.

Particularly in this situation,
I'd make accusations...

And you know I'll do it.
It won't be the first time.

You're a liar, Carmelo.

A liar.

But I don't want to be, this time.

For once, you've got me
good and proper. Yeah?

- And it's made me reflect a lot about...
- The essence of living?

Marginality.

Because I've always been marginalised.
I've been a victim.

Son of a Maghrebi.

Are you really going
to play the card of minorities?

Look, María, I'm 55...

and still a lowly dealer.

I've got three kids who won't see me.
Absolutely no interest in me.

So the beating
cleared things up for you?

Whatever, I don't resent it.

I'm willing to reconsider
my way of life and put that behind me.

Which consists of what?

[tense music playing]

Giving you information.

- Shall we call Joaquín?
- [Luisa] Call him for what?

- Hasn't he just offered to cooperate?
- See what happens.

Joaquín said to let him know.

If he asks for an agreement
with the local official.

Let María just push him a little harder.

[Carmelo] ...and what you want to do.

That's the thing with old age.
It makes us wise.

And what kind of information
are you planning to give us?

[sighs]

Those brothers Lallana.

[Rai] The Lallanas control
all the drugs in Madrid.

[Luisa] It might be a bluff.

You're just going along with María.

- Because she's right.
- No.

This year will be ten years,
working with María.

I know her strengths and weaknesses.

But when she's right, I know.
I support her.

Were you at the same wedding?

[chuckles]

You really don't understand, do you?

Understand what?

That to survive in this unit
you have to be hypocritical,

manipulative and opportunistic?

No, just be intelligent.
Emotionally, I mean.

[Carmelo] I know
the houses they work from

where you'll find the Lallanas.

I know the accountant
who does their books.

[María] Do you have any idea
of what you're doing?

[Carmelo] Logically,
divulging this kind of information

means I'll need guarantees from you.

And that I won't go to jail,
which you're unable to guarantee

until you get the thumbs-up
from the Prosecutor,

so my statement ends here.

Do we come out on top, Carlos?

A kilo of cocaine means
a load of cocaine.

And the brotherhood of Lallanas
means a load of Lallanas.

Why don't you ignore the guys who have
control of all the cocaine in Madrid

so you can bang up
some loser for six years?

[María] Well, I'd rather nine.

You know, when I want to be, I'm saintly.

With good behaviour
I'll be back on the street in five.

So is it really worth it?

So, this is happening, Carmelo.

I wasn't planning to charge you
with the trafficking of drugs.

No?

No.

I see. For what?

Honestly, take your pick from these.

There's the implication
that you intended terrorist attacks,

which we need to clear up, right, Carlos?

[Carlos] He was defensive
right from the beginning.

And nervous.

This is just speculation.

- You have nothing on me there.
- Nothing?

Eleven-M was financed
by the sale of hashish.

I was beginning to wonder if
Carmelo Al Huzaini's work with cocaine

was actually to fund extremism
and the Islamic State.

This is nothing to do with 11-M.

How long would he get for association
to organisations of terrorism?

[Carlos] Twenty years at least.

[María] But being a saint,
if you're really good...

[Luisa] Rai!

- ...you'd serve 14 with good behaviour.
- Rai!

[door slams]

[lawyer] I demand to speak
with my client alone.

[María] We haven't finished yet.

Before, when I said that we had
a choice of crimes to charge you with...

Option A is jihadism,

and any loose ends
can certainly be tied up.

But I guess you'd like to know
about option B.

[Carlos] Which is actually A.

Attempted homicide
of an officer of the law.

- Say what?
- What are you talking about?

The beating your face took isn't because
one of our officers tried to assault you.

It's because you tried to snatch
a regulation weapon, and then...

tried to shoot one of them.

What? I tried to shoot him?

We have his testimony
with a sworn statement,

and the officer who accompanied him
as a witness.

You're crazy. No.

Where is Joaquín? Joaquín!

[coughing] Joaquín!

May I please see
the officer's statement?

[Carmelo continues coughing]

[Carmelo] This is a fucking set-up.

That's set up by you.

I remember we arrested you
for illegal possession of a gun, before,

so you certainly know how to use one.

But why would I want
to kill a policeman?

Please tell me
who came up with this bullshit.

The cocaine, Carmelo.

It clouds your mind,
diminishes reason.

Your analytics were positive
for cocaine,

hashish and crystal.

Here are the results.

What the fuck are you on, eh?

I'm not on the same thing as you.

So I'm offering you the Lallanas,

and you want to send me to prison
for 20 years

for something I didn't even do?

I want you to be incarcerated, Carmelo.

You know I didn't attempt to kill him.

[María] You know what these are?

Can you explain what's going on here?

These are crimes which your client
has got away with at the moment.

Running down and killing
of Rubén Pacheco and Andrea Rondi.

That was eight years ago.

It was accidental.

While you were fleeing the scene
of your robbery.

Hey, just slow down a minute.

Andrea Rondi was
the Inspector's second cousin.

I pronounce that it is illegal
to be interrogated by a relative.

Recusals are for prosecutors
and judges only.

You should know better than that.

[tense music playing]

Not very ethical, though.

Can you explain to me about ethics?

I wasn't even charged properly
for that one.

[María] Yes, you were charged, Carmelo.

It never went to trial because of errors
with procedural matters.

The next one we have here
was a violent assault in 2014.

Remember Cristóbal Agras?

A transvestite
who was working as a prostitute.

A camel, who had no problem
selling drugs to schoolkids.

You beat him up to mark your territory
and then threw him from the fourth floor,

which left him quadriplegic.

Now, I had nothing to do with that. No.

- He recognised you.
- But then retracted.

But under duress.

You're seriously doing this? Bringing out
all the crap you've been keeping on me,

just so you can feel better?

Please!

Don't forget, we still have
the murder of Tomás Musaka.

Come on! Musaka, seriously?

- [María] Abdul Sharif implicated you.
- Because he did it himself!

Abdul Sharif then died of an overdose...

so nobody was charged.

[door buzzing]

María, could you come here a moment?

Commissioner, I'm glad that you're here.
Try to control your people in here.

[beep]

Interview suspended at 21:06.

Excuse me a moment.

You lot are real sons of bitches.

You already know how this goes.

What are you doing, María?

Interviewing a detainee.

No. You're fucking up the case, no?

Me?

He's offered us
the brotherhood of Lallanas!

Is that the problem?

- The Lallanas are nothing?
- Honestly, yes, I think they're petty.

Especially if the implications are,
Carmelo leaves here scot-free.

So Rai is right, then.
You are making it personal.

I wouldn't be happy either if Carmelo
leaves here scot-free, Commissioner.

What the fuck is this? Fuenteovejuna?

You're taking this case
where it doesn't belong.

The litany of Carmelo's crimes
are against public health.

The question is, why are we here?

To testify against the brotherhood
of Lallanas so that we get medals?

- Is that it?
- It's not a matter of medals.

Yes, it's a question of medals, Joaquín,
and I'm not happy with that.

Because it's personal.

Well, yeah, it is personal.

That shit in there orphaned a young boy
at only eight years old.

María...

And it was me who had
to let him know that.

So, an eye for an eye?

That bastard hasn't slept one night
in jail, and now we have him.

Are you really going to let him walk free?

Are we going to hand him over
to the prosecutor

so he can cough up a couple of names,

and the day after, he's back
on the street as if nothing happened?

Precisely.

Joaquín, do you want to go and see
my nephew, and tell him

that all the shit he's gone through
the last few years,

all the sleepless nights he spent
remembering his mother,

they're worth less
than the brotherhood of Lallanas?

Well, do you?

You tell me.

You tell me so, Joaquín.

And then I promise, I'll go back in there,

and remove all those papers
from the table

and we'll focus on the Lallanas.

But I want you to answer me.

Sadly, you know I'm not able to.

Then at least let me
finish the interview, if not.

[haunting music playing]

[Rai] María.

- María...
- Not now, Rai.

The cocaine will see him in prison
for a long time.

- You don't need to make anything up.
- I'm not making anything up.

Charge him with a crime
against public health.

You decided you didn't want to be
in the interview, remember?

- I even offered my hand to you.
- And we move on, right?

So that is your problem, then, Rai.

You can't separate these things.

Neither can you.

[beep]

Not doing anything?

Not up to me.

You know this is illegal, right?

Presenting me with crimes
for me to choose.

So you're very lucky as always, Carmelo.

Lucky to have not gone to prison,
and now lucky to get there.

Unless you risk the accusation
of attempted murder of a police officer,

it's up to you,
and a kilo of cocaine, it's your choice.

Musaka wasn't an attempt.
It was definitely murder.

That's way too many years. It's more.

Hey... Get Joaquín.

He said that it would lessen
with your confession.

And in that case we could do something
about the kilo of cocaine.

[Carmelo] Do what?

Lessen the purity.

With powdered milk?

I can safely say
I've never heard anything like it.

If you're not convinced, please go ahead.
Choose another.

- The murder, then, Andrea and Rubén.
- That was a traffic accident!

You were driving away from raiding
an internet café with people inside.

That's violent robbery.

Doing 100 in a 30-limit area.
impressive.

You mowed them down indiscriminately.

Homicide, you know.

And then you had to leave them lying
in the street without offering any aid.

Omitting to provide any assistance.

The maximum for those crimes
comes to almost 15 years.

You can fuck that.

You can negotiate with the prosecutor
for no more than eight.

[lawyer] And the kilo of cocaine?

If you confess to this one,
we won't mention the cocaine.

- That easy, then?
- [María] On my head be it.

But why?

Because I want him
to pay for these crimes.

- It was an accident, for fuck's sake!
- You killed them, Carmelo.

That's enough.

Have some dignity at least,
to take responsibility for them,

if it's only to make it better
for yourself.

The only one who wants
to free themselves is you, María.

For what you did to yourself,
you're not able to forgive.

I take responsibility.

For eight years I've been accepting it.

But you know something?

Your sentence is just beginning,
and mine ends today.

And the homicide of Musaka?

Is it possible to negotiate
his involvement?

Perpetrator or common accessory.

It's effectively the same thing, no?

The only thing better for my sentence
would be involvement as an accomplice.

Accomplice? In your dreams.

You're determined to get your way,
no matter what.

That's your time up.

Either you choose one
or what you're left with is...

the attempted homicide
of a police officer

and a kilo of cocaine.

Can I speak to my attorney alone?

- Your time is up.
- Only five minutes.

[María] Your time is up.

[tense music playing]

What do you think?

No idea.

What the fuck does that mean?
Fucking help me! Come on!

Oh, shit.

Anything?

Well, decide then,
or you'll get 20 years, Carmelo.

So, your time's up.

Twenty years going once.

What the fuck's this?

- Twenty years going twice.
- Wait, wait...

- The hit-and-run.
- What?

- The hit-and-run.
- That's the one?

We can negotiate
to get you down from ten years.

- And 20 years going...
- Wait. Wait!

The hit-and-run.

[both sigh]

Shall we take down a statement
with a confession?

"In revenge and in love,
woman is more barbaric than man."

Nietzsche.

[door opens]

[Rai] The attempted murder
of the officer who arrested Carmelo.

It's all a lie.

They made it up to justify
the beating they gave your client.

Pardon? Who are you?

Tell the Inspector what I told you

and she'll have to make do
with what she has.

What she has?

Your client is going to serve
the appropriate sentence

for trafficking a kilo of cocaine
with a purity of 87%.

No more, no less.

Would you be willing to say that
in front of the judge?

[door opens]

[Rai sighs]

Your colleagues are going to hate you.

They already do.

What's going on, Rai?

Know that my client will plead guilty
to the possession and trafficking

of one kilo of cocaine.

And we will negotiate
a deal with the prosecutor

to guarantee immunity.

Do you have any idea what you've done?

Prevented you from getting involved.

Like a good companion.

- And totally fucked up your career?
- No, I just saved your career.

You son of a bitch.

I agree with you.

We have to make a decision.

And what did you decide, Rai?

Screwing me?

Hey? Is that what you decided?

Justice.

Your colleague has chosen justice.

[elevator pings]

[sirens passing outside]

[haunting music playing]