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[thunder rumbles]

[suspenseful music playing]

[security guard snoring softly]

[music intensifies]

[explosion echoes]

[screaming in distance]

[security guard] What the hell was that?

[sirens wailing]

[suspenseful music building]

[coughing]

-Is anyone in there? -[man] Maybe the owner and his wife.

You're supposed to know who's in there! Fuck!

[coughing]

Fucking hell! Álvaro…

[panting]

Amparo?

[grunts]

[Amparo groans, gasps]

[tense music playing]

[tense music fades]

[officer] What's your name?

[somber strings playing]

[muffled] Sir?

-Sorry. -[officer] Name?

Ricardo Zurita.

-Age? -[sniffles] I'm 40.

Are you employed by the company owned by the deceased, Álvaro García--

No. I didn't work directly for him.

I supervise a network of security guards who patrol for robberies and such.

It says here that you rescued Amparo Castaño from the fire?

Álvaro, was, uh… Amparo's husband. He was a good friend of mine.

[suspenseful music rises]

[tense music fades]

PRIVATE SECURITY

CREMATORIUM

[Richi] My condolences.

I don't know what else to say.

-[Amparo] Do you know who that is? -He's a friend of Dad's. He saved you.

-He did? -He pulled you from the fire.

[mechanical whirring]

[flames roar]

[somber string music playing]

[eerie distortion rises]

[flames crackling loudly]

-[music peaks, fades] -[Álvaro] Honey? Are you there? Amparo?

[Amparo] Where were you Thursday night, Álvaro?

[Álvaro] What do you mean?

-You know. -If I did, I wouldn't be asking you.

I was with Luis, as usual.

Well, I don't believe you, so I'm gonna ask you again.

I was playing cards. Why are you asking me this?

It could be your sister-in-law told me you've been lying.

And you weren't there on Thursday, or the other, or the other!

Where do you go on Thursdays, Álvaro? Tell me. Where?

-Let's talk about this when I get home. -No. I'm outside the office.

Amparo, honey. That's not a good idea.

Look. Whatever Laura told you is not true. I'll come down.

There's some kind of fire next door, and it's getting smoky in here.

[shrieks]

[unsettling music playing]

[groaning]

[muffled clamoring]

[breathing shakily]

[unsettling music building]

[music intensifies]

Álvaro? Where is he?

Alva… Let go!

Álvaro?

[coughing]

[breathing shakily]

[crying] Álvaro!

Álvaro! No, no, no!

[sobbing]

-[indistinct chatter] -[tense music fades slowly]

Richi?

-It's Richi, right? -Yeah.

My son told me you're the one who pulled me from the fire.

I don't remember. I'm sorry.

I only wish I could've done the same for your husband.

Did you notice anything strange when you were in there?

Strange how?

I don't know.

What do you mean?

-You have a minute? -As long as you want. Yeah.

Come on.

The explosion killed Roberto Valcárcel,

successful entrepreneur and head of one of the country's largest retail empires.

As you can see in the scene behind me,

the explosion devastated the building where the deceased was found.

We interrupt this broadcast…

I wasn't sure how you like it, so I got it warm with milk.

The businessman and clothing chain owner was killed in an explosion.

[Amparo] It's as if only that man died.

They don't give a damn about Álvaro's death.

My husband doesn't even count.

Valcárcel was famous.

Back in the '90s, he got involved in politics.

Álvaro mentioned that you run your own security business,

but that you used to be a cop?

Homicide.

It was a really long time ago.

[thunder rumbling]

I don't… [clears throat]

I don't think the explosion or the fire were an accident.

-Why don't you think so? -[inhales]

This is gonna sound crazy, but I saw something.

Like what?

When I got upstairs…

-Uh-huh. -I saw Álvaro on the floor.

[shakily] With a…

[gently] Hey.

[Amparo sobs] No, Álvaro…

And then I saw… [clears throat]

I saw…

[sinister music playing]

[hesitates] Who are you?

[shuddering]

He was all black.

His body, his skin, his clothes, everything.

-Except for one thing. -What thing?

[Amparo] A figurine.

From the Expo.

-A Curro? -Yes, exactly. A Curro.

Like they had at the Expo in Seville?

-With the crest, the colors? -Yes.

Yes, in his hand. It was in his hand, I swear.

It was brand new. Just sitting there in his burned hand.

I picked it up.

I held it.

-[Amparo panting] -[suspenseful music rises]

[tense music subsides]

-Are you trying to say-- -Someone put it there.

They put it in his hand after they murdered him.

It's the only way.

-What did the cops say? -Nothing.

They just thought I was confused.

In their minds, it's an accident. That's it.

But what kind of person sticks around to leave a figurine in a dead man's hand?

-Tell me? Who? -Stop.

I think someone wanted Valcárcel dead. And now my husband is dead too.

I loved him.

Very much.

And I will not let my husband's life be collateral damage, you hear me?

Can you please look into this?

Listen, I'm going out to dinner

with some of my old colleagues in the force this Thursday.

I can ask if they can give us any more information.

-Okay? -[whispers] Okay.

[suspenseful music playing]

[melancholy theme music playing]

[dreary theme music fades]

[narrator on TV] They scour their Amazonian habitat for food,

such as insects, frogs, and small rodents.

Can I have a bag of the plain ones right there?

[narrator continues indistinctly]

And the figurine with the colored crest in the back.

[clerk] This one?

[narrator] She then transports the captured prey to her lair…

-Thank you. -[clerk] Bye. Thanks.

[narrator] …for a meal.

[man on TV] In the African savanna, territory is everything.

No other animal understands the importance of owning a territory than the lion.

VOTE SECURITY

If they own a territory, all the animals in that area are theirs.

Their lives are at the lion's mercy.

If the lions can defend their area, the pride can rest in peace.

But if they're caught off guard, they can lose everything…

[tense music rises]

CHEAP CLOTHING SUCCESS

T-SHIRT SALES SUCCESS AT EXPO '92 HAS LED THE DESIGNER TO OPEN STORES…

EXPO SEVILLE '92

[man] How can it not piss me off?

Three new spots open in Judicial, and who do they hire? Again?

Don't start, Quintas. For fuck's sake.

Three openings, three chicks.

Don't give me that bullshit about them being the most qualified either.

They don't know shit.

You piece of work. How does your wife put up with you?

Hey! Bring a round of shots, would you, sweetheart?

And try cracking a smile. We're not at a fuckin' funeral.

Not a peep from you, Zurita?

Tough day at work?

Did you have to arrest some housewife for stealing panties again?

I doubt it. Richi's working in Cobo Calleja, near that explosion.

-Ah… -Well, you did good work, Zurita. Boom!

-[laughs] -One of my friends died in that explosion.

Wasn't that the guy who struck it rich in the '90s?

What was his name? Antonio Valcárcel?

Roberto Valcárcel. My friend was Álvaro.

And there's something else.

Álvaro's wife was there.

And she swears that she saw… one of those figurines from the Expo.

-Brand new. In his hand. -[pensive music playing]

As if someone had put it there. You must have access to the report.

Not that it would do any good.

The guy taking my statement didn't act like he gave a shit.

Come on. Don't fucking start.

You can get me a copy. You're the commissioner, Manchado.

Which is why I can't help you. Did that explosion rock your skull?

The commissioner's all by the book now.

Are you so bored with guarding stores

that you gotta start making shit up to survive?

I don't guard stores anymore, you son of a bitch.

But you're still a drunk, aren't you?

Just like the old days, isn't that right?

[Machado] How about you two grow the fuck up?

I've seen a lot of shit in 30 years.

Three years ago in Prosperidad, somebody's barbecue blew up.

Took out the entire second floor.

Except for one intact coffee cup, still sitting on the counter.

Why is that?

How the fuck do I know?

Good to see you.

Why can't you leave well enough alone?

It's too easy.

[thunder rumbling in distance]

I don't mind dropping you off at the airport.

It's fine, Mom. I got an Uber. When's the last time you slept?

I took a nap this afternoon.

Mom, you have to sleep more.

Right.

You need to get some food. The fridge is empty.

When did you get so responsible, huh?

But thanks.

The driver just got here. I'll text you before takeoff, 'kay?

-'Kay. [sighs] -And you need to stop picking at that.

[somber string music playing]

My graduation…

-If I graduate, Dad won't be there. -I know this is hard, honey. Come here.

[son sobbing]

[Amparo] Mm.

He would want us to stay strong.

Now go.

We got this.

I love you, Mario.

Love you too.

-[thunder rumbling] -[mournful strings continue]

[music intensifies]

[sinister music playing]

-[unsettling music rises] -[Amparo gasps]

[sobs]

[whines]

[unsettling music swells]

[screams]

[tense music fades]

[somber music playing]

[tense music fades]

[cell phone vibrating]

[sighs]

[grunts]

[call connects]

[weakly] Yeah?

Hey, Virgil. What's up?

What do you mean, you can't?

Your son?

No, no, no. I get it. I hope it's not COVID either.

Next time, try to call me sooner, all right?

Good luck. [grunts]

Okay, okay. I'll see who can go in to cover your shift.

-[cheerful music playing on PA] -[indistinct announcement on PA]

[cashier] Next.

Hello? Ma'am?

[sobbing]

[quietly] I'm sorry.

[sobs] I'm sorry.

[cashier] Ma'am?

[Amparo continues sobbing]

Richi?

Hi.

-What're you doing here? -Falling apart.

I needed groceries, and I couldn't finish.

Why are… you here? Are you actually a security guard?

No, no, no, no.

-It's just… one of my guys called in. -Ah.

He had to take his son to the doctor, and I had to take over his shift.

Did you talk to your colleagues? Did they tell you anything?

They won't do anything more.

They say it's an accident. Sorry.

That's it? That's all we can do?

-I'm not sure what else to tell you. -Thanks anyway. I get it.

Wait up, Amparo.

I'm done here in a couple of hours.

If you want, we can meet after.

Maybe get some takeout and… then I could bring it by your house?

You might remember something else the second time around.

-Sure. -I'll text you later.

[somber music playing]

PRIVATE SECURITY

[door closes]

[thunder rumbling]

[intense music playing]

[camera clatters]

DO NOT CROSS POLICE LINE

[suspenseful music rises]

[tense music fades]

[doorbell rings]

[sighs]

-Hello. -Good evening.

Come in. Close the door.

I brought fried rice and beef noodles if you like Chinese.

And kebabs and a burrito if that sounds better.

The caviar is going to have to wait until next time.

This used to be my mother's house, but I haven't actually been here in years.

-We didn't live here. -You're here now?

I'm not sure what I'm doing.

[dishes clatter]

I don't have any wine or beer.

Don't worry. I don't need alcohol.

-Álvaro didn't drink, so I rarely buy it. -I'm fine with water.

Water, I can do.

So… [takes a deep breath]

…earlier, when I was at the grocery store,

it was like I was on autopilot, just throwing things into the cart.

Without thinking.

And when I got to the checkout…

I suddenly realized that the only things

I had in there were my husband's favorites.

Greek yogurt for breakfast.

Paninis for lunch.

And the pork chops I can't stand for dinner.

I'm having my cigarette at the window. He couldn't stand smoke.

Or the smell. [exhales]

Álvaro… Hmm.

He's gotta be one of the finest people that I have ever known in my life.

How did you meet anyway?

Pure luck, really.

I was pretty much a hopeless cause to everyone but him.

You're not exactly an open book.

There's not much in my life worth talking about.

I think I remember Álvaro saying you'd been in a really bad accident?

Yeah, but that's something I try to forget.

I was driving home with my wife and daughter,

after spending the day together, and…

they both died.

[sighs] God, that's awful.

I didn't know it was anything so serious. I'm really sorry Richi.

-No, it's all right. -Sorry. That was thoughtless.

Don't apologize. Now you know.

Listen, Valcárcel was shitty at maintaining his warehouse.

If the permits are expired, you could go after his company for compensation.

I don't want any fucking compensation!

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Richi, you ever have trouble sleeping, hmm?

Do you ever have nightmares the second you close your eyes?

Every time I fall asleep, I see Álvaro. Right there.

My son says that I need a shrink.

But what I need… is to know who killed my husband.

And I will not rest easy until I've done all I can

to catch that murderer.

Hmm?

[thunder rumbling]

I'm almost 100% sure Valcárcel was dead by the time the explosion happened.

The explosion was meant to make it look like an accident?

I'd say yes, but if you want to make it look like an accident,

you don't leave a fucking Curro in the guy's hand.

It's more like the explosion was the accident.

I'm thinking the killer doused him with gasoline and set him on fire.

That's something for forensics.

If there was an accelerant, there will be traces.

You're tired. Why don't we pick this up tomorrow?

I got carried away. Old habit.

No, no, no, no, no. Please keep going. It's relaxing.

[gentle music playing]

I think that we won't find the murderer unless we can convince a judge

to reopen the investigation.

But… they don't usually like to do things based on a grieving widow's hunch.

And a fucking figurine.

Get some rest, Amparo.

[alarm chirps]

[thunder rumbles]

[line ringing]

-[Manchado] It's late, asshole. -Yeah.

I know what time it is. I'm tired too.

[Manchado] Stop bothering me. Stop bothering me.

Listen. Just listen. Fucking hear me out for a second.

Come on! I got something.

[indistinct chatter]

Keep me posted.

Five minutes.

[Richi] The police report.

That's all I want, huh? Can you let me take a look?

Yeah, I downloaded it for you. PDF.

I knew you'd come through.

They didn't find traces of an accelerant or anything else suspicious.

That leads us to believe that it wasn't just bad fucking luck.

But did you check it out?

I saw a black stain on the floor

that looks as if Valcárcel'd been struck by lightning.

That's beside the Curro figurine.

There wasn't any Curro.

What do you mean?

There wasn't any figurine of a Curro or fuckin' Paw Patrol.

It's right there. Give me that.

"The widow says that the victim was holding a plastic Curro in his hand,

but the officers found no trace of any kind of figurine."

She found her husband dead in his office. The place was full of smoke.

-The shock of the explosion. You name it. -Okay.

We'll just pretend there's no Curro.

I just need you to get me access to his phone and computer records.

I got a feeling about this one. That's been a while.

Is there something I can help you with right now, Quintas?

How about you take a hike,

and get that report you owe me typed up already, okay?

Who always came through on your ball-busting cases, huh?

I'll give you that.

You were excellent at your job before you ruined it with the bottle.

Which is why you're here, begging for scraps.

Wanna help the widow? Tell her what she wants to hear.

Hold her hand. Fuck her if she needs.

Just stop breaking my balls with this, Richi.

[Quintas] Richi. Hey. How's the case of the Curro Killer going?

I think you should talk to Cobi. I'll get you two in touch.

I also have Big Bird on speed dial, if you're interested.

We're good friends. Call me!

-[sirens wailing] -[indistinct radio chatter]

[tense music playing]

[tense music subsides]

[somber music playing]

MANUELA'S ROOM

[can crunches]

[can clatters]

[suspenseful music playing]

[eerie music fades]

[cell phone vibrating]

[exhales]

[call connects]

-[Amparo] Richi. -I talked to my friend at the station.

The commissioner? What'd he say?

That there's no case. It was an accident. That's all.

They can say whatever they want. I don't care!

He was murdered. I will find who did it.

Amparo, no one found any Curro.

It must've melted in the fire. It's plastic.

Took hours to put the fire out.

But I'm sure I saw the Curro. It was there.

There was a lot of smoke.

I know you're convinced it was there, but you…

Stop placating me, would you?

You found your husband dead. Maybe you weren't thinking clearly?

Am I doing this alone?

You could… try hiring a private detective, but you'll be disappointed.

He's going to charge you a fortune, and he won't get anywhere.

I don't want anyone else. I only want you! Huh?

When Álvaro told you I quit the force, he lied to you.

I… got myself fired, Amparo.

Because I was always drunk. On the job.

And I'm still a drunk.

That's what my life's been all about.

You drink, so what? You know why I don't give a shit?

Because you believe me.

I certainly do.

It's gonna be a bigger challenge,

trying to figure this thing out without the police's help. Mm?

Do you really want to take this on?

In the end, does it really matter who killed him?

It's over.

Álvaro was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

But nothing will bring him back.

[call disconnects]

[sighs deeply]

[tense music rises]

[exhales]

[tense music continues]

[tense, rhythmic music building]

[tense music fades]

[man] Of course I've seen it. That's why I'm calling.

[scoffs] If only.

Of course it's all connected. It's not a fucking coincidence.

We both know that.

[sighs]

Take this and get the fuck out.

[exhales]

Um, what I want to do is run this by the police.

I know we need to keep this quiet. I meant talk to someone we can trust.

We can't just pretend it's not happening. We need help.

Hold on. I have to call you back. I have another call.

[sniffles] Go ahead.

No, we don't need to have dinner.

Just get me what I'm used to.

No, no. She doesn't get in the door if she's a dog.

Russian, Romanian… I don't care.

But she better not be Colombian.

No, no, no. That's exactly what I said.

And hold my calls till I tell you.

Especially if they're from my wife. Fucking moron.

[call disconnects]

[suspenseful music playing]

I'm here a couple of days, and then I'm back in Valencia.

[chuckles] Yeah?

How about we get together for lunch? Discuss things face to face?

No, we don't. What we have to do is deal with this calmly.

We can't start to panic.

There's too much at stake for us.

Especially you.

[suspenseful music building]

Call me if there's anything.

Yeah, yeah. It's been five years already.

As you wish.

Yes.

Let's try not to get killed first.

[indistinct chatter]

[suspenseful music playing]

[door lock beeps]

[music intensifies]

-[music cuts out] -Oh! Holy shit!

Fuck! Why'd you sneak in like that?

Why the fuck are you in that crazy outfit?

Are you out of your fucking mind? What is this? That mask…

Hold on. I talked to him earlier.

If you want, we'll… we'll call him now. And we'll talk.

[muffled scream]

[muffled screaming continues]

[shrieking]

[groans]

[low, ominous music playing]

[suspenseful music rises]

[music peaks, fades]

[officer] I wouldn't have called you if I didn't think it was important.

[water splashing]

-[camera shutter clicking] -[indistinct police radio chatter]

I'm thinking… you wanna see this one.

[unsettling music playing]

[groans]

[tense music fades]

[sighs]

[huffs]

[cell phone vibrating]

[sighs]

[call connects]

Yes?

Listen, Richi.

Don't get too excited.

I'm calling from a scene.

The figurine you mentioned from the explosion?

-Another Curro? -Impossible for it to be a coincidence.

And that's not the only thing.

Domingo Granjero once worked with Roberto Valcárcel.

Do you know where?

At the 1992 Expo in Seville.

This is from about 30 years ago, but this guy here is Domingo Granjero.

And this stupid-looking guy on the side is Roberto Valcárcel.

Let's see.

They go back a long ways.

Wait a second.

-Is this who I think it is? -The fucking minister of the interior.

[eerie music playing]

[music intensifies]

[music peaks, fades]

[deary closing theme playing]

[somber tune fades]

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