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[tense music playing]

[panting]

[horn honks below]

-What the fuck are you looking at? -[glass shatters]

Huh?

[music intensifies]

[tense music swells]

Hey! Get down! Get down!

Hey! Get off there.

Hey, my friend! Look at me. Hey! Buddy.

I have an emergency. I have a dinner, and my car's stalled.

I need you. Help me push it.

Lucky that I saw you here.

This area's dead. My wife's gonna freak if I'm not home.

You're saving my ass.

[slurring] I'm good, man. You can let go. I'm good.

-[panting] -Can you help me, then?

I could take a nap in the back seat.

[scoffs] I guess that means you won't be the one behind the wheel.

It should be easy to push. It's downhill.

Come on. I count to three, and you start pushing. All right?

One, two, three!

[engine starting]

[parking brake clicks]

Good work. Thank you.

I appreciate it.

-Is there somewhere else I can take you? -No, it's all good.

Hey, do you mind riding with me in case it stalls again?

Forget it. We're done.

-I think it's best if you come. Get in. -No.

Get in. By the way, my name's Álvaro.

Let's go.

-[door closes] -[somber music playing]

[Amparo in distance] This is way bigger than we thought, isn't it? The minister?

What do we do? Huh?

We have to try to get a hold of him, don't we?

Richi?

You're leaving?

What the hell? Where are you going?

-To talk to Manchado about what we found. -Without me?

Sorry. I thought you were going to rest. We don't both need to go in.

-Yeah, we do. -Wait a second.

-Let me clear this stuff out. Jesus. -I'm going with you.

You're fucking intense.

[thunder rumbles]

-[indistinct chatter] -[elevator bell dings]

Fucking Richi! I see more of your sorry ass than my wife's lately.

Oh, and by the way, they moved the mascot section

to the second floor!

-Who is that guy? -A huge fuckin' asshole.

He's made an art out of it.

Manchado can be intimidating. He's rough around the edges.

-Uh-huh. -Old school, through and through.

-I'll be doing the talking. -I got it. I've met plenty of those.

I won't say a single word.

Can I help you?

-Uh… I'm looking for Manchado? -He transferred to another section.

I'm Robledo. I replaced him.

[suspenseful music playing]

[eerie theme music playing]

-[music fades] -[Richi] Did you really get transferred?

Yes. It was all pretty last minute.

Are you fucking serious?

It's pretty sudden.

That's kinda strange.

Believe it or not, it's a promotion. So stop speculating.

All right, all right. But you can still help us.

I'm gonna send you a picture we found, 'kay?

[typing on phone]

[notification chimes]

[tense music playing]

I can't do this. I just got on the plane.

You're not flying the fucking thing. Look at what I sent.

Who do you see?

In the center.

The minister of the interior.

I won't be able to talk to you about this situation. Sorry, Richi.

[call disconnects]

-So? -He hung up.

-[Amparo] Excuse me, Commissioner? -[Richi] What are you doing? Amparo.

I just need a minute of your time!

So make an appointment like everyone else!

Our information can't wait!

-You're busy. Don't want to bother you. -We do.

-Robledo! -[Richi] Are you nuts? Jesus.

The minister of the interior's life might be in danger.

-Then come to my office. -[Amparo] Mm-hmm.

This is Valcárcel. Found dead with a Curro in his hand.

And this is Granjero, same thing.

Two deaths in the same week. More like three.

With my husband, of course.

And you think that Minister Palacios is next on the list?

Well, the five men in the picture

all played roles in putting together the Expo.

I don't know. Could be a coincidence, but I doubt it.

[Robledo] Mm-hmm.

It's a good thing that you brought this to my attention. This is big.

I'm going to insist you keep it to yourselves.

Happy to.

You're going to contact us if there's something?

I'll share all this with Homicide.

You'll need to remain reachable

at all times in case they want to ask you more questions.

If we find there actually is a connection,

that puts a whole new spin on the situation.

If it involves the minister's safety, we'll have to coordinate with his office

and the Secret Service.

[Robledo exhales]

I'm sure this is very difficult.

Rest assured that we will find out who did this to your husband.

[softly] Thank you.

I'm feeling good about this commissioner. He seemed really sincere.

It's like a giant weight's been lifted off my shoulders

and I can breathe again.

-It's incredible. -Shit. I forgot my phone.

I won't be very long.

-See you downstairs? -Yeah, sure.

I gotta go. Bye.

-You're not doing shit. -I'm not what?

You have no intention of lifting a fucking finger.

I've done interrogations.

-Lying is something I can spot. -Like I told you two earlier, I'll--

Can you show me your notes?

You didn't write anything on that iPad.

Everything you said was to get us out of your hair.

You're not passing it on to Homicide.

You're not doing shit.

I spent ten years watching how things work.

And trust me, I know how to spot the bullshit.

You're fresh off your promotion.

You can't risk compromising yourself or you might get screwed like Manchado.

Is there anything else?

-I think that's it. -Great.

Because I'm trying to clean up about a thousand files.

The paperwork is a fucking disaster.

Which is why they had to get rid of Manchado.

Extremely convenient, isn't it, Robledo?

I tried to… respect you and Ms. Castaño, okay?

I think I understand the distress that might be influencing her decisions, mm?

But my job is to try to make sure that Google isn't our primary source. Get it?

You don't have to travel back to the Expo.

Granjero and Valcárcel were partners in a real estate conglomerate

that left people out in the street.

-We're talking at least 1,000. -Mm. And what if you're wrong?

-People like you are dangerous. -[scoffs]

You blurt out your conspiracy theories and hunches and see if they stick.

Especially after a few drinks at the local bar.

Maybe you've forgotten what police work is about.

It's methodical and takes time.

Close the door behind you.

I still have a mess to clean up.

[thunder rumbles]

I can't fucking stand this place.

Hopefully, we won't have to come back until this is over.

So, what's next?

Robledo says he'll keep us updated on any progress

and any developments as long as it doesn't compromise the investigation.

Okay, but what do we do in the meantime?

We try to go on with our lives, you know?

Your phone was just an excuse to go back in there.

Just tell me what's happening.

Amparo… you've done everything that you can.

Now, the smartest thing to do is back off a little

and stay the hell out of their way.

Step back and take a breather, hm?

-Come on. I'll drive you home. -No. I'd really rather walk.

-But you're gonna get soaked. -Yeah.

[thunder rumbles]

[somber music playing]

[sighs]

[exhales]

-My name is Álvaro, and I'm an alcoholic. -[group] Hi, Álvaro.

A lot of us know each other 'cause we're regulars.

But I see some new faces.

You've taken the first step on your journey.

It all starts with that first one.

One day without alcohol is an accomplishment.

And with a lot of hard work, I've been sober 18 years.

Oh.

Thank you. You're too generous. I can't take all the credit.

It's thanks to you that I find the motivation to stay on track.

But we do have something else to celebrate. A proud moment.

A little over a year ago, I was lucky enough to meet this person.

Who is now a friend.

Hmm? And even though there have been a few hiccups, because we all falter,

Richi, remember when this seemed so far away?

-[sighs] Sure do. -One year sober. You did it.

[heartwarming music playing]

-I love you. -Love you too, man.

-I knew you could. -[softly] Thank you.

Thank you.

[Richi exhales happily]

[gentle music fades]

[energetic music playing]

[tense music playing]

[suspenseful music rising]

[tense music fades]

[Mario] Mom?

Mom? Why did you call me if you're not even there?

I'm here, honey.

I realized as soon as I called you that I hadn't eaten all day.

-Ugh. It's still dark there? -The sun's about to come up. It's early.

-Mm. I woke you up. I'm sorry. -No, you didn't. I've still got jet lag.

-That's Grandma's house, isn't it? -Yes. Yes, it is.

I needed a few documents.

-But tell me how you're doing. -Pretty good. Mostly.

My residence had a welcome party for the students,

and I didn't want to be there at all.

-I miss Dad so much. I wasn't in the mood. -Yeah.

[tense music playing]

DOMINGO GRANJERO DEAD IN FIRE

-Mom, are you listening? -Of course.

-I'm excited to hear what it's like. -Why don't you come find out?

[laughs] I can't move to Canada. Come on.

You want me to manage the company from there?

Just take the insurance.

There's nothing left to manage.

I'm not gonna just shut it down.

There are people who've worked there at least 20 years, sweetheart.

Then sell it. Dad's lawyer will get you a decent price.

-You've never wanted to work there. -Don't know. We'll see.

I'm trying to figure it out. It's been a week.

I know. But I'm thinking you could come here and finish law school.

You really are jet-lagged. I'm not going back to law school.

That ship has sailed.

-I can't get a degree now. Come on. -Why not?

You shouldn't have given it up.

I made the decision to take care of you and your dad.

But you're done with that. Come on.

You'll be watching TV like Grandma if you don't watch out.

You need something else to do.

You're acting weird. Are you sure everything's all right?

Do I need to send you money, Mario?

[sighs]

[pensive music playing]

[doorbell buzzing]

I've been doing some research.

-Hello. -There are three from the photo living.

The minister and two others.

I scoured the internet. Take my bag, would you?

One of the guys is retired. His name is José Zamorano.

And he's in an old folks' residence in Seville.

The other is Fernando Victoria. Also in Seville and owns a tech company,

-Robledo-- -Yeah, yeah.

I know you wanted us to back off,

but we have to let them know they're in danger.

-They could die any minute, Richi. -Robledo has a copy of that same photo.

Don't you think he'll have come to the same conclusion?

Are you willing to take that risk? Huh? Innocent people could get hurt.

People like my husband who had nothing to do with it.

Anyway, I don't have a good feeling about this commissioner.

Well, fuck. [chuckles]

Robledo fell off your pedestal in record time.

I say we go find these people.

[scoffs]

I was thinking we could start with the headquarters of Victoria's company.

-It is in the old Expo grounds. -No. Hold on. Amparo, stop.

-Could be a clue. -Jesus. Do you even hear yourself talk?

We will not be going anywhere near Seville.

Then I'll go without you.

Amparo, this is such a terrible idea.

What's so terrible about it? Why wouldn't I go?

Uh… you have to know when to quit.

You're scared, aren't you?

-No, of course not. -Yes.

No. If anyone should be scared, it's you.

-Me? -Unless your son's welfare doesn't matter.

No, no, no. Don't be bringing him into this.

I'm sure Álvaro wouldn't want you getting involved.

Álvaro isn't here.

-Well, I won't let you do it. -Do you even hear yourself?

I'm in charge of my own decisions. And now you're trying to give me orders?

What I meant was I was trying to protect you, okay?

Do me a favor and go back home? Get some rest?

[sarcastically] Hmm. Sure, I'll go home and get some rest.

And you go fuck yourself.

-[door slams] -Fuck.

I can't win.

[exhales]

[tense music playing]

[somber music playing]

[exhales deeply]

[intercom rings]

Uh, is Álvaro here?

Uh, no, sorry. He's not.

[thunder rumbling]

[grunts]

[exhales]

[hesitates] You, um… don't look very good there, Alvarito.

[grunts]

[laughs]

[slurring] Hi, my name is Richi, and I'm an alcoholic.

I haven't… had a drink in three minutes.

[chuckles]

Take it, take it, take it. [sighs] You can have it.

Um… [chuckles]

See, I'm looking out for you. To protect her.

It's why I'm not helping.

It's what you would… have wanted me to do. I know it.

[grunts, sighs]

[thunder rumbles]

[rain pattering on roof]

[suspenseful music playing]

SELECT DESTINATION SEVILLE

[unsettling music playing]

TODAY, MINISTER PALACIOS PRESENTS HIS BOOK SPAIN: THE WHOLE TRUTH

SPAIN: THE WHOLE TRUTH

[indistinct chatter]

Emilio! Lookin' sharp in that suit.

Have to. All my gigs are fancy ones these days.

-I see that. Can you let me into this one? -Are you accredited?

Am I accredited? I just bought the thing so the guy could sign it.

-You owe me one. -You got it.

I know that these days, the tendency is to demystify everything.

I know that many of you here today weren't even born in that era.

But for those of us who were involved in the transition,

it remains a great source of pride.

As does everything that resulted from it.

And I can only hope that we can all recapture

that great sense of consensus.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

-Hello. -[Palacios] To whom shall I write it?

-To Natalia. -Natalia.

[excited chatter]

Yes. I agree. Good timing.

-[Palacios] Thank you. To whom? -To Alberto.

Alberto.

Thank you for coming.

To whom should I write it?

YOU'RE IN DANGER

Granjero and Valcárcel deaths were no accident.

You're in a picture together. You could be next.

-I'm going to need you to come with me. -I was only talking to the minister.

I wanted to discuss his book. I'm talking. Hands off!

[crowd clamoring]

Don't fucking touch me!

We were just talking. I only wanted to tell him something.

-Get off me! -Minister, come.

Get me the hell out of here now. Where the hell did he come from?

And, you, arrest that man.

[Richi] I was only talking to him! I was only talking!

I'm allowed to. All I wanted to do was talk!

[guard] Come on. Let's go. Let's go. You can't be here.

-You're done. -[clamoring]

[suspenseful music playing]

SEVILLE

[speaking indistinctly]

[Amparo] Hi.

ISLAND OF LA CARTUJA

[intense music continues]

[music subsides]

[floor polisher whirring]

-Hi there. -Can I help you with something?

Yes, I'd really like to speak to Mr. Victoria if that's possible.

-He's expecting you? -No, not really.

I just came in from Madrid to talk to Mr. Victoria about something urgent.

If you could let him know I'm here.

I wish I could, but it's impossible to see Mr. Victoria without an appointment.

I can take your number.

Obviously I haven't made myself clear to you, hmm?

This is an urgent situation.

Which means time is of the essence. I want to meet your boss.

I know you do.

And as I said, you have to have an appointment.

I'm a widow.

My husband was killed in the same explosion as Roberto Valcárcel.

Make sure he gets this.

I HAVE INFORMATION ABOUT VALCÁRCEL AND GRANJERO'S DEATHS. MY NUMBER.

I'm Amparo.

[footsteps fade]

-Excuse me. -Condolences on losing your husband.

-What? -Don't look at me. Act natural.

It would be better for you to go back home and stay there.

-Do I know you? -You could get hurt.

And you won't achieve anything.

[tense music rising]

[Victoria] Thank you.

[exhales]

[Amparo] I'm just letting you know that I'm in Seville.

I couldn't get past Victoria's receptionist,

and I had to leave him a note.

So I'll go see if I have better luck with Zamorano.

[call disconnects]

[indistinct chatter]

AMPARO NEW AUDIO MESSAGE

-[loud banging] -[laughing]

[intense music playing]

[loud banging continues]

[music subsides]

My eyes can barely believe it, Zurita.

They told me you were chained up, but I thought they were pulling my leg.

Were you drunk? They say you went after Palacios.

I didn't go after anyone. I only wanted to tell him he's in danger.

Of course.

He could get murdered by a Curro?

Why don't you go fuck yourself?

You actually believe your crazy story, don't you?

You're not doing this to get attention.

-You… think it's true, right? Right? -[sighs]

-When I started as a cop… -Yeah?

You were already the shittiest one on the force.

Remember?

Yeah… [sighs] …but look where we both are now.

You need to give up the drinking, Zurita.

Or next thing you'll tell us you think we're being invaded by Martians.

All I was trying to do is make sure the minister knows he's in danger.

So if anything happens to him, that's gonna be on you.

There's a cousin of mine who started acting funny one day.

Telling these crazy stories about giant storks or some shit.

At first, it was entertaining.

But soon enough, he wasn't making sense anymore.

He's been in the psych ward for six months.

I'm wondering if you'd have the balls to be in my face if my hands were free.

[Quintas] Hey!

See what happens if you undo these.

I'll fucking show you!

We all told Robledo that you've been working through some difficulties.

That he should release you.

They'll talk to the minister's office and convince them not to press charges.

You are one of us, Richi. Apparently, you don't get that.

You need to tone it the fuck down.

Or we can't protect you.

[high-pitched ringing]

[Richi breathing shakily]

[tense, rhythmic music playing]

Fuck!

[wind whistling]

[panting]

[nearby clattering]

[objects clatter]

[creaking]

[yelps]

-You were following me! -No, I wasn't.

You're lying. I saw you when I left work.

Okay. But I just wanted to talk, and you started running.

I just wanna know if you know anything about my husband's murder. Nothing else.

Because he died in that explosion? It was all over the news.

And I think you know it wasn't an accident.

-What are you doing? -I came to feed stray cats.

Really?

-The poor things. I have to. -Of course you do.

Listen. I came here because of the Expo, and everything related to it was cursed.

There was the ship that sank.

And the fire. Too much bad luck to be accidents.

[tense music playing]

Help me. Help me.

I need to show you something. On my phone. It'll be quick.

Do you know anyone here?

-That's Mr. Victoria. -Uh-huh. Right.

-Never saw the other ones. -Get a message to Mr. Victoria?

It's important.

No, I can't! I want no part of this!

I'll give you my number.

I'm telling you this for your own good. Back off. Go back home!

[ominous music playing]

[ominous music subsides]

[video game sound effects playing]

Good afternoon. I'm here to see José Zamorano.

Are you a relative?

Yes. One of his nieces.

Unfortunately, you can't go in right now.

Visiting hours are between 10 and 12 and 4 and 6.

Is it possible to make an exception? I'm only here for about 15 minutes.

I wish I could. But the orders are strict when it comes to visiting patients.

Right.

My mother's house where I'm staying is in Dos Hermanas,

which is a long one-hour drive in and one hour back.

My hands are tied. I can't change the schedule.

Your supervisor could?

-He's not in the office. -I'm sure he's still reachable.

And… your name again?

Please just put your information in the boxes and sign it.

[suspenseful music playing]

José Zamorano?

-Pardon me. Are you José Zamorano? -Hands off. Don't touch me!

[suspenseful music playing]

Pardon me. Is your name José Zamorano?

José Manuel Zamorano Núñez San Cristóbal.

I'm Amparo. Hmm?

I'm told that you helped organize the Seville Expo, sir.

José Manuel Zamorano Núñez San Cristóbal.

Right. This beautiful photo is from those days. You see?

I think that's you. Right? And these are the friends you worked with?

Ariane.

No, Amparo. Please, is this you here?

Ariane.

Are you saying the rocket is named Ariane?

[urinating]

-Is that it? -Can you ever forgive me, my darling?

I'll always be sorry for what happened to you.

Hmm. It's all right. You don't need to worry.

-We had to put her under the rocket. -What?

-Sir. -We have to get her out of there.

We have to burn it all down!

We have to burn it all down!

-I don't know what you want! -Fire!

-I'm sorry, but you're hurting me! -Fire!

You're hurting me! Please let go!

-What's going on? -Fire!

-Let go! -[nurse] It's all right.

-José! What did you say to him? -Fire!

There's no fire.

[tense music playing]

[Zamorano] No! No!

-[nurse] You need to rest. -[Zamorano] Don't put me in bed!

Please! I don't want to!

We'll clean him up later.

Hold still, you old bastard!

-[Zamorano] I don't want to sleep! -Put that one on. We're good to go.

-Do you know who I am? -Of course we do.

Zamorano. Bam, bam! Zamorano! Scoring all those goals off of headers.

[Zamorano groans] No!

Hold him still, would you? It won't be long.

There we go. That's better.

Much better.

Have a nice long nap, and stop busting our fuckin' eardrums.

[sighs]

[Zamorano breathing heavily]

[breathing shakily]

[woman] I hear you're taking off. Going to the coast for a few days?

[man] My wife's not happy. My buddies…

-Hey. Hey, hey, hey! -[indistinct chatter]

Uh, I'm dying of thirst over here.

-Can you get me something? -We have coffee or water.

No, thank you. Uh… if you could get me a beer, that'd be better.

I've got money in my wallet to pay.

There's a store around the corner. You can get yourself something.

Yeah?

Please, can you just go to the store?

Get me a beer, would you?

I used to be a cop. Can you help me on this one?

Just bring me a beer.

I can't take it anymore. I really need it.

[intercom rings]

-Hey there. -Oh. Hi.

-Is Álvaro here? -No, sorry. He's not.

-I'm Amparo. I'm his wife. You are? -Richi. I'm a friend of his.

Nice to meet you. I had no idea he invited a guest.

-Nice to meet you. -He'll be back soon. Mind waiting?

-I don't want to bother you. -It's not a bother. Just come in.

You can wait for him. We'll talk.

-He'll be here any second. -All right.

-Can I offer you a beer? -No alcohol for me.

-Ah, you don't drink? -No.

Neither does Álvaro. Are you also allergic to alcohol?

-Yeah. Something like that. [chuckles] -Really?

Have a seat. Make yourself at home. You want something to eat or drink?

-Just some water if you could. -That's all?

-Yes, thanks. -Got it.

[sobbing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[music swells]

[Zamorano screaming]

[pained screams continue]

[screaming stops]

[low, sinister music rises]

FIRE DEPARTMENT SEVILLE

[sirens wailing]

Then try it again.

[Robledo] Without that authorization, our hands are tied.

Yeah. That's not an option. Not now.

Listen. No, no, no, no!

I don't give a rat's ass what Manchado told you.

I'll call you later.

[under breath] You gotta be kidding.

They found José Zamorano's body burnt to a crisp at his nursing home.

And that's not all.

There was a plastic bird in one of his hands too.

[clicks tongue] A Curro.

I need you to tell me everything that you know about this.

As soon as you get me my phone.

And a nice cold one.

[scoffs] Right away, sir.

-So the only ones left alive now are… -Fernando Victoria.

-And Palacios. -We have to let him know he's in danger.

You are not going anywhere near the minister again.

The minister could have info on why his buds are getting roasted.

-I'm telling you. No. -I need more than that.

Do you really have no fucking clue who closed down this investigation?

Who asked to transfer Manchado?

You think it was all Palacios?

I don't know. Can't be certain.

But it's the kind of stuff you want to keep quiet before an election.

Better throw in the towel. We all know how that goes.

Listen. I'll try to help you under one condition.

I don't want you taking matters into your own hands again.

From now on, we have to tread carefully.

You hear me? I need to know I can trust you with this.

-[Amparo] I'm in Seville. -I'm gonna strangle that woman!

What happened?

-Amparo's running around Seville. -Could my day get any fucking worse?

[eerie music playing]

[unsettling music fades]

[nearby clattering]

Hey!

Wait a minute! I need to talk to you!

Don't run! We need to talk!

I saw you at the residence earlier!

It was you, wasn't it?

[ominous music rises]

[panting nervously]

Wait! Hey, hey!

[tense music continues]

[panting]

Stop! Wait!

What are you doing? No.

Come back!

Stop! Come back! Please!

What are you doing?

Come down. That's not safe up there.

Please! Come down!

No!

-[Amparo panting] -[woman] Come down!

Go away!

[suspenseful music building]

[screams]

[tense music fades]

[deary closing theme playing]

[somber tune fades]

Subtitle translation by: Soledad Etchemendy

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