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That sounded like an explosion.

Let's go.

- We need to wait out here. - No. I wanna go in.

We can't use the elevators! We need the stairs! Over there!

Watch out.

Over there.

Shit! Fuck!

- Hey, Amparo! - Hey!

Look out!

Stay here and don't touch anything.

Hey! Somebody's here!

I think it's Rosa Fuentes!

The cleaning lady.

Robledo, give me a hand!

- What? You found something? - Come and help me.

Fucking hell.

Jesus! Amparo!

We need an ambulance! Victoria's alive!

So is Rosa!

- We'll get you out of here. - Help me.

Fuck.

We'll give you something.

- If you cut it off, I'll kill you! - We won't do that. Stay calm.

We'll take care of you.

And lift!

I sure don't need you reminding me what my duties are when I'm in the...

NO CELL PHONES

Yeah. But I never asked to be assigned there.

I accepted because no one would save your asses!

I feel so bad for her.

I can't get that poor woman's face out of my head, you know?

It was like she'd been in an oven.

- You feel bad? - Yes.

And how do you know that she isn't the killer?

Women don't resort to such violence.

You sure have a lot to learn.

She approached you.

Threatened you at the warehouse. Pushed you off a bridge.

I jumped off it.

But… I don't actually know what she was doing there either.

All I know is that she's involved in this somehow.

It's too bad she won't be able to tell us what she knows.

- There's a chance she'll make it. - She's burned.

If they do manage to save her,

the pain will be so bad, she'll have to be sedated.

- Better for her if she doesn't make it. - You are fucking depressing.

I need a smoke.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be…

I can be a real asshole when I'm in withdrawal.

- Sorry. - Got it.

Amparo. I… don't feel like sitting alone.

If you don't mind, I'll have one with you.

Course not. Let's go.

You don't have to worry about me getting hooked, all right?

One major vice is plenty, I think.

They want me in Madrid, but I told them they were gonna have to wait.

They won't try to pass this off as an accident?

You know what happens when you assume?

Unless he goes after the minister.

Lucky for us, Palacios is in Japan on business.

So it's safe to assume this guy can't get to him till he's back.

Mm.

They're letting Victoria have visitors. Hmm?

Did you see him?

I can only tell you what's in my statement.

I don't know what happened.

Rosa was burned pretty badly. We found her in your office.

- No. - She's recovering here also.

I was… I was in the washroom, and all of a sudden, I was airborne.

I didn't even hear the explosion.

- We were looking into José Luis Martínez. - Who?

- Your head of security at the Expo. - Right.

José Romeu.

But I don't see what that has to do with tonight.

He might be behind the extortion letters.

No. He was such a good guy.

That's impossible.

Beyond loyal. It doesn't add up.

Things point in his direction.

We found staffing records that show that on the day the Victoria capsized,

he had reduced patrols.

The day the pavilion burned too.

He was also in charge of the briefcase and the exchange.

Which leads us to think the briefcase was empty in the dumpster.

That son of a bitch.

We bought him a Rolex. After the Expo. We all chipped in for it.

We've been trying to find out where he is, but so far, it's been a dead end.

I could have sworn he left Spain to live in Austria or Germany. No, um…

No, in South America. Peru or…

I'm all mixed up.

Could you show me the email you got the other day?

I need my phone.

- Don't worry. I got it. Here. - Richi will get it.

Thank you.

"I want 3,000,000 euros."

"If you don't pay, fire will reveal the truth."

If we could get access to your records, that would help.

- Whatever you need. - I'll put it there.

Miami. I remember. The head of security went to live in Miami.

He fell in love with an American

with blonde hair who was a foot taller than him.

- Can you help me sit up, please? - You need to relax.

You're not going anywhere. The doctors want you here a few days.

I'm not safe here, Robledo.

The doctors can say what they like.

I'm not waiting for that psycho to finish me off.

He did leave a Curro on you.

If you don't want him coming after you,

the best thing is to pretend that you're actually dead.

Watch your head. Grab my arm. Hold it there.

There you go, buddy. We're gonna get you in the chair.

That's it. Good.

- Richi… - Yeah?

Remind me to… get rid of the cobblestones.

Can you help me get this off, Matías?

Mr. Victoria… Hmm.

I recommend you not leave under any circumstance.

So no going to my squash club or yoga classes, then?

Unfortunately not. You can't be seen.

And stay away from the windows. Lay low, at least for the next few days.

Or until we find this asshole.

In other words, I'm on my own.

You're going back to Madrid to protect Palacios.

Yeah, no. I don't do protection duty.

So I might as well be dead if I have no protection.

You're safe. You know that.

The killer assumes he killed you, remember?

How can you be so sure, though?

He snuck into my office and planted a bomb.

And you think that this whole charade… will keep me safe?

Hold that thought a minute.

Won't be long. Yes?

What do we know, Robledo?

Eric, I need something in the cabinet.

I have a license for this gun.

Okay. Yeah, got it.

We got the IP address from the extortion note.

It says that it's from Miami.

Then it had to be José.

- When was it sent to you? - The day that he killed Zamorano.

So that means there's at least one other accomplice involved in this.

Listen. This is my number.

If there's anything suspicious, you give me a call. Understood?

I have another suggestion. See…

- Let's hit the road. - Where to?

You go back home. And I am going to Miami.

We know that the bomb went off here.

And that it was some kind of homemade device.

The explosive seems to have been enclosed in some object made of white plastic

with colorful accents.

Could be some kind of… toy or figurine.

Like a Curro?

- A what? - The mascot from the Expo.

- Which one? - Aren't you from here?

Yeah. Why?

FORENSIC POLICE

There are footprints everywhere.

And you're trampling all of them.

But none of them match the scene of the other burn victims.

And I think that's because… the perpetrator had to dress to blend in.

- Probably right. - Huh.

- Uh, what is your name? - Carmen.

Do you mind if I take a few shots of this disaster, Carmen?

Not a problem. Knock yourself out.

Thanks.

Yes?

No, no, no. Not anymore. I just caught the train. I'm on my way.

Yes, I've almost caught up with the backlog.

Everything's under control.

See you soon.

Yes, of course.

- Micromanagers. - Hmm.

Are you getting paid?

Not for my time, no. He offered.

I said he could… just pay travel costs.

Do you really think the killer's in Miami?

I'm not sure, Amparo.

But there's definitely somebody else involved somehow.

Yeah.

I should be gone three days at the most.

It's a simple search.

- What brings you here? - I'm off to Miami. You?

- Do you know I think... - I don't care what you're gonna say.

- I make decisions for myself. - If you'll listen...

It's my money, okay? I can buy tickets if I want.

- For fuck's sake. - I'm a grown woman.

May I say something?

I wanted to say that I think it's great that you're coming along.

Maybe you could check the attitude?

Don't tell me you're afraid to fly.

- Nope. It's more like I'm… anxious. - 'Cause you're scared.

No. It's just that I'm not comfortable when I don't have any control.

I mean, we're all stuck in here, right?

The mask comes down, you strap it on, and… pfft!

You're pretty much going down.

You should take your shoes off for circulation.

Because your feet'll swell up if you don't.

I'm fine like this, Amparo. But I need to get a beer now.

- No, Richi. - Excuse me.

- Please, may I? - How long since you had any? Keep going.

But it's eight more fucking hours stuck in this tin can.

Hey! We can talk.

Come on. You go first.

Come on.

I think Romeu could go by a different name since he left.

After the Expo there's not a trace of the guy.

No. Not that stuff.

I want you to tell me about yourself, okay?

What you do when you're not running around,

helping widows catch criminals.

I drink beer.

Álvaro and I were having an argument… the last time we talked.

Jesus.

- That's tough. - Yeah.

Even more so because we pretty much never argued.

He was always so sweet. It was hard to get angry.

But on the day… before the, um…

the explosion,

we had a big blowout.

Our worst one ever.

Why? You don't have to say if you don't want to.

It's a tough one.

There was this one gray-and-blue sweater he wore all the time.

I wanted to take it to the cleaners.

I couldn't find it. I called his brother's house

to ask my sister-in-law if he'd left it during his Thursday night card game.

"Thursday what?" she said.

My mind started going 100 miles an hour.

Because I was under the impression my husband was there every Thursday.

"Amparo, he doesn't come on Thursdays," she said.

He did for a while, but it's been a long time.

It was awkward.

Can you picture the humiliation?

Yeah, I was married.

When Álvaro got home from work that night, I told him all about the conversation.

I wanted to give him a chance to explain things.

Álvaro, where do you go on Thursdays?

"You know, I go to play poker at my brother's house."

I already knew that was bullshit, so the next day, I… went to his office.

Mostly to confirm my doubts.

If he was having an affair, then he should be man enough

to tell it like it is.

It wasn't that, Amparo.

I called on my way.

I was giving him hell over the phone when the…

It's so fucked, Richi.

I'm the one who's being cheated on, and I carry the guilt.

Álvaro wasn't cheating on you.

How would you know?

Because he was at our meetings every Thursday.

What?

Alcoholics Anonymous.

He went for years. He was committed, unlike some of us.

- What are you talking about, Richi? - Álvaro was my sponsor.

Why would he be involved with AA, though? Doesn't make sense. He didn't drink.

He was allergic.

He… was in AA for 18 years.

Since before you met. I thought you knew.

- Yes? - It's Robledo. We met yesterday.

Right. You trampled my crime scene.

- Are you busy right now? - What do you think?

The report that you sent me, I just took a look.

The print? Right?

Yes. I'm going to need more solid information.

- It'll be ready for you tomorrow. - Tomorrow doesn't work.

Yeah, but I don't work for you or overnight.

- Just regular hours. - Mm-hmm.

Like us and probably like the killer, with his union rules and all.

We'll have plenty of time.

- I'm not following. - I'm trying to tell you, I need your help.

Well, nice save, Commissioner.

- Thank you. - I'll do what I can.

What the fuck are you doing, man?

- Sorry. - Fucking crazy.

Ouch.

Are you all right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's all good. - Hmm.

Get some sleep.

- Robledo. - You got it?

It's the only one like it among 3,400 models. It's a Pro Focus.

- It's a what? - It's a Pro Focus.

- Guess you're not into kicks? - If that's code for shoes, no, I'm not.

It's a copy of a model from 1968.

Beautiful. Email me that report, then go get some sleep.

If I'd known you were tagging along, I'd have booked something nicer.

- Hi. - I have a reservation. Two rooms.

Sorry, sir. This is a reservation for one room.

Yeah, I know. But I need two rooms now.

This is a booking for one room.

We know, but he's asking you for another room.

- And we'll pay you separately. - I'm sorry, ma'am. We're all booked up.

- We can try somewhere else. - I'm too exhausted.

- This is my key? - Yup. Gator suite.

Thank you.

Hasta la vista.

Is that a bloodstain?

No, Amparo. It's just the colors in the rug.

Brace for the worst. As the hurricane…

We're gonna stay somewhere else.

- Your alligator. - Bye.

You're not gonna find another hotel.

We can't stay in this shithole.

- Everything's closed because of the storm. - What storm?

Hurricane Elena. The one on the news.

What's that?

It's a decoy. The Miami IP address was a setup.

The email could've been sent from Seville, Madrid.

We can't locate Martínez Romeu because he isn't listed anywhere,

and he's not on any socials.

We tried going to immigration.

They gave us the runaround, treated us like shit.

And get this, the entire city is locking down

for a fucking hurricane!

The fucking universe is laughing its ass off right now.

What a joke.

You need to stay away from the windows.

I wanna be the first to know if he comes after me again.

But if he thinks you're dead, he won't.

Looks like we need to stay inside until tomorrow.

What's that?

The maintenance guy said that we have to board up the windows.

Wait. I'm coming out.

- Amparo, where's the drill? Come on! - Here it is!

- It's charged. Do I hold this? - No, no!

- Better you stay inside! - No! Another board!

Go inside, dammit!

Can't you just fucking listen to me for once?

- Just drill! Just do it! - I can't do this!

That's the last one. Get your ass in there!

Okay!

You think that'll be enough?

I don't want Elena to sweep us out while we're sleeping.

They're used to hurricanes around here. This is really just a precaution.

The best thing you can do is stop worrying and drink.

No. No.

Especially if you can't join me.

Amparo, we're in for a very long night.

One. But only one, I swear.

It might calm my nerves. You know?

What a shit show. Florida's getting pounded.

Winds and rain are continuing to pick up, with Elena expected to hit the coast,

most likely within the next few hours.

I haven't actually thanked you.

- Thanked me for what? - Sticking with me.

You could still be in Madrid,

with your job and your customers, your meetings,

or… whatever it is that you like to do.

And instead… here you are.

I know this might surprise you, but this is kind of a notch up.

Who could've ever predicted that we would get stuck in a shitty motel in Miami!

Armageddon out the window. Oy.

You on a liquid diet, while I go to town on my favorite kind of snack.

Makes for a pretty romantic getaway in my book.

- I should've stopped at one. - It's all good.

If I were you, I'd be getting that wine bottle.

Not a chance.

I might fly off.

I'm not a man or a woman… or an animal?

Cookie Monster?

Are you serious?

Jesus, we're acting like fucking rock stars.

This is all your fault. Don't be surprised if it's out of control.

You told me I had to finish this bottle.

- You're a bad boy. - No, I didn't.

Party animal. It's your fault.

I think that you have had… a bit too much for your own good.

No. No! I decide what's for my own good. You don't tell me what to do.

I didn't take orders from Álvaro, and I won't from you! Know why?

Because I'm a free woman! And "empowdered"!

No, empowered!

Because I'm not ever backing down! Don't you fucking laugh!

I've had it with everyone thinking I'm gonna take shit!

This hurricane locking us in this shithole!

I'm Amparo Castaño, and I'm not afraid! And you know why?

- Careful. - No one and nothing can scare me.

You're disgusted.

No. This is very tempting, but I don't want you

to wake up in the morning and regret it.

What's a little drunken sex between friends?

- Nothing, except I'm not drunk. - I don't care.

Because I want to, and I'm pretty sure you want to too.

Look me in the eyes, tell me I'm wrong.

Let's clean you up. Lift your head.

No, no. no. I'll do it.

If you get the towel out of the way, it's better.

Go away.

I'll never drink again.

It's fine. It's just the wind.

- Amparo? - Good morning. You sleep all right?

Yeah, but from the looks of it, not quite as well as you.

I should be hungover, but I've been up for hours.

An idea popped into my head. I couldn't sleep.

What idea?

What if Romeu doesn't go by that? What if he's going by his wife's name now?

Which is why they couldn't find him.

He might not be under "Romeu."

- Mm… Right. So we try Immigration again? - Yeah, it worked.

I said it was for an inheritance.

You lied to Immigration?

I learned in Seville, the truth doesn't help.

Not always.

The guy said he'd cross-reference his name in the system and let me know.

So I'm thinking your little ruse is about as helpful to us

as a sergeant making sure I'm not a stalker.

She did her job.

245 FLAMINGOS AVE.

And so did the guy on the phone.

The sun's out. We leave in ten minutes.

Give me just a second.

- Hello? - Hi. Carmen with Forensics in Seville.

- You remember me? - Yes, of course.

How could I possibly forget you?

I was kidding. I got more information I thought you'd like to know.

That poor cleaning woman? She woke from her coma.

Is this it?

Yeah.

Halfway around the world to end up here.

You know what? I think it's safe to say the money didn't really last.

Excuse me. Sorry to disturb you. We're looking for… a friend of ours.

Yeah, yeah. I know, I know, I know. Hold on.

Who the fuck are you?

Hi. We're looking for a friend.

- A Spanish friend? - Yes.

- Do I look that Spanish? - Yes.

Is it possible to talk to José Luis Martínez?

- No, it isn't. - It won't take very long.

- You're too late. - Are you his wife?

- What are you after? - We just have a few questions.

Do you know when he might be back, maybe?

I don't think he will.

- Did you split up? - My husband passed on.

I'm sorry.

- When? - A little over five years ago.

And what did he die from?

I got mad, and I fed him to the crocs.

Old joke. Fucking cancer got him.

Was this his business?

God, no. He came from Spain with a hefty inheritance.

He used it to open his first martial arts school.

And we built it up to the point where we had 53 across the States.

- What happened? - Medical bills took a heavy toll.

We lost everything.

And now you, uh… raise… crocodiles?

Yeah, but we have gators and caimans too.

Bodybuilding is mostly just for fun these days.

Girl's gotta make a living.

- Yeah. - Of course.

What brings you here?

- We're doing research. - Right.

We're working on a story for a magazine about the Expo in Seville.

Your husband worked security? Pretty big job.

Um… sorry, I gotta get going.

Just one tiny detail.

Would you mind showing us your husband's death certificate?

I'm calling with potentially good news. Rosa's awake now.

I'll probably get an official reprimand for coming here, but I don't give a shit.

I want to know how she's involved.

Hi, Rosa. I'm Commissioner Robledo. I'm looking into the explosion.

Your condition is serious, and you sustained major injuries.

You were lucky to survive.

They told me that any effort is hard for you, but I need you to try for me.

I need to know what happened. What did you see before the bomb went off?

- Try to remember. - Nothing.

- What's that? - I saw nothing!

Are you sure?

I went in the office… and it exploded.

And why were you in Fernando Victoria's office?

You weren't supposed to be there, were you? Why were you in there?

Because…

I… planted the bomb there!

Two milligrams, stat!

You need to leave the room, sir.

I don't believe a word she said. She tells me she saw nothing,

then tells me she blew the thing up herself.

Obviously, she's lying, or it's the medication.

She's trying to protect someone else.

So the big question is, who exactly and why?

You have to. Please

That was a whirlwind, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Listen. Um…

- Do you want to... - No.

I'd rather not, thank you.

Wake me up when we land, would you?

Hey!

Are you nuts? Hey!

Hey!

Hey! How the fuck did he get in there?

Stop!

Jesus Christ! You're mine now!

After that guy.

You have to take the first in line.

This is a matter of life and death! After that motorcycle!

- Yes? - Richi.

I saw the guy that we're after.

- Hold on. - What is it?

The hospital.

After he killed Rosa. I… I followed him out.

All the way to La Cartuja.

Wait, did you go alone? Where are you?

A warehouse with a tower.

It's full of Curros.

- I followed Rosa there. - Robledo, you need to listen to me.

Get your ass out of there immediately and call for backup.

Got it? This guy's too dangerous.

The guy's here.

Robledo? Robledo?

He got cut off. Let's go.

Subtitle translation by: Soledad Etchemendy