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No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

What have you done, motherfucker?

God damn it!

Hello?

- I know who the killer is, Richi. - Amparo?

I thought you were dead, for fuck's sake. You scared the shit out of me!

Before the Expo was supposed to open,

those assholes were partying like fiends.

And they killed a prostitute by accident.

Yes, I know. A woman they brought in from Colombia.

The head of security made her body disappear

when he set fire to the pavilion.

They paid him off with the money from the government.

- How do you know more than I do? - Victoria told me the whole story.

Un-fucking-believable.

Did he mention that the woman's 15-year-old son saw it all?

No, he didn't.

Do you think… that he's the killer?

- The woman's kid? - Hell yeah!

Hold on. Wait a second.

Why would he try to get revenge 30 years later? It doesn't make sense.

Do we care, Richi?

The minister killed the kid's mother,

and it looks like the kid's saving Palacios for last.

We need to warn the minister that he's next. We have to.

Jesus. You have no idea the mess I'm looking at right now.

I'll meet you at Santa Justa in half an hour, okay?

I'm leaving. See you soon.

I don't understand why you refuse to bring in the police.

Whatever you did then, the statute of limitations has run out.

If I do, he'll publish the video.

This asshole's got me by the balls. There's only one way out.

He's killed all the others. I'm the only one left.

Anyone can go around killing some washed-up entrepreneurs.

It's a completely different thing to assassinate a minister!

Usually.

But what he did to them? He burned them all alive.

This guy has no limits.

If I don't pay, he's coming here.

- You don't have that kind of cash. - Think I don't know that?

And the party isn't gonna help you like in the old days.

They're looking for an excuse to throw you aside.

Fuck. I know I'm on thin ice here.

Uh, my wife, Teresa.

- Hello. You have a nice day. - Hi.

Thanks. You too.

Shh.

Talk to Teresa.

My wife doesn't have the money either.

She might not. But her family.

They do.

That's Marga, the mom, and this one is the Chef who found us after we…

Because I nudged this guy.

I broke her nose, but it wasn't on purpose.

So then they put us in there, and I saw Ramiro,

and sussed him out, and he was like…

They're gonna kill me. Are you listening to me?

- Huh? - Are you listening at all?

- Who is Carmen? - She came to the rescue at Rosa's.

- When I went there. - Oh, her.

I recognized the guy from a video, and he got nervous.

So the next thing you know, we're outside with the bouncers planning to kill us.

And then Carmen whips out her Taser. It all happened so fast.

If anyone sees you, it'll ruin everything.

This is our only chance to end this, you hear me?

- Yes, sir. - Nothing's sure 'til it's done!

This has to be a secret.

No one can see you. Follow instructions, or I hunt you down.

- Understood. - All right.

I'll make it up to you, darling. You're saving my life.

The poor thing is so scared.

It'll be done soon.

This is the number of the locker.

And this is the key for it.

When you're finished, call me right away from the station on this.

Don't even think of using the ministry phone.

- This will be over soon. I guarantee it. - I'm counting on it.

- It's done, sir. - Are you sure no one saw you?

I'm sure. We're all good.

Excellent.

I can finally breathe again.

- Hmm. - It's all done.

That's good, Esteban.

I'm the luckiest man in the world to have you.

Mm…

I don't know what would happen to me if you weren't by my side, sweetheart.

We have a couple of hours until we have to be at this reception.

Mm… no, sweetheart.

You go take a few minutes to jerk off in the bathroom

and picture the miserable whore you managed to fuck to death.

And you, leave me alone.

Look at this freak.

What the hell?

Hey, turn around. This is private property.

- Stop! Don't move! - Down on the ground, now!

UNKNOWN NUMBER

- Hello? - He's coming for you.

- Who's coming? - He's gonna kill you now.

He's at your front door.

Why the hell is he here? I delivered the money, asshole!

If you don't kill this guy today, sooner or later,

Minister, he's going to kill you.

Who is this? Why are you telling me this?

Hello? Hello?

- Nacho, thank God. - Sir?

I don't want you out of my sight for a minute. You need to get up here.

- Shift change is in 15 minutes, sir. - Screw the shifts! Get up here!

You just make sure you have everything covered.

I won't let you hurt us!

Teresa!

Wait for me, please! Teresa, wait!

Teresa! Don't close the door!

Teresa! Open the door!

Open it! Teresa! Open the goddamn door, please!

Please! Please!

Open the fucking door! Teresa!

Teresa, please!

Teresa, open the door! Teresa, please open it! Please do it!

Teresa! Open the fucking door! Please!

Teresa, please, open it! Have mercy!

No.

No, please don't!

I'm begging you! Please! Please don't.

Shit.

Richi!

- Hey! - Fuck!

You all right?

Excuse me. Are you okay?

- No. Don't look that way. - You okay?

- Don't. Sit down. - Christ.

- Sit down. - Hang on. I'll take those.

We're here. You're safe.

- I'm so sorry for your loss. - I know you.

You were arrested at my husband's book signing.

All I wanted was to let him know he was in danger.

- If they'd taken me seriously... - Your husband was involved in a cover-up.

- In the death... - Esteban killed a prostitute. I know.

- I'm not paying another cent of blackmail. - Listen closely.

The guy who came in to kill both of you… is the dead woman's son.

He's on some sort of revenge mission

to kill everyone involved in his mother's death.

This has to be kept secret.

If this gets out, it will destroy the reputation that my husband built.

The reputation he built? That's what you're worried about?

If it means that mine suffers because of it.

You know, what your husband and his friends did

made me a widow.

That man killed my husband, you hear me?

You're the ones who called earlier to tell my husband he was coming?

Wait, someone called here?

Before he showed up, my husband got a call warning him the killer was coming.

- Who did? - I just said I thought it was you.

If it hadn't been for that phone call, I would be dead now too.

Can you tell us when that call came in?

My boys, did you miss your old man, or what?

Hey, what is this? You know you have to hug me first.

There. That's better.

- Sweetheart. - Hey.

Mm.

- I missed you. - What took so long?

Trailer tipped over. It was a disaster.

Ah.

- Give me a minute? - Mm-hmm.

You're stalking me now?

I know this isn't your case, Manchado, but… you need to listen to me.

You're the only one who can help.

I'm Amparo.

Yeah, I figured.

You're saying there's someone using the son of the dead prostitute

to extort money

and make it look like the whole thing's a personal vendetta?

We think so.

If we determine who called Palacios,

it'll lead us to the sick bastard pulling the strings.

Let me see… if I got the whole picture.

First, there's corruption, an unfortunate death and cover-up,

an assassination, and a serial killer.

And the cherry on top is you show up at my house uninvited

to ask me to look at the minister of the interior's

phone records because you might be onto something?

Anything else?

No, that pretty much sums it up.

I'm gonna help you.

But this is the last time.

If I get caught, they'll ship my ass overseas.

And I swear on my wife and kids, Richi, if you fuck me over,

I will rip those giant balls of yours right off.

You're the best, Manchado.

USER: MANCHADO9932

Okay, okay, okay.

Hmph. Is this your home office?

Until my kids commandeered it to play their fuckin' videos.

- Sucker. - All right. Give me the minister's number.

Here.

I think you should try this one.

- We got there not long after that call. - Ah…

Area code 954? That's Seville.

GEOLOCATOR SEVILLE

You said five minutes.

- I need a few more, Jorge. - I told my friends I'd play Fortnite.

Let me do my job for two seconds.

PHONE BOOTH

It's a fucking phone booth.

And it looks like the only one left in La Cartuja.

We gotta go back to Seville.

What are you thinking?

Take a guess.

Just tell me.

We don't have a suspect in sight.

The head of security, cancer.

The stripper club, flambéed.

- Yeah. - We've got nothing.

And the anonymous phone call's no help either.

I have a feeling we're missing something.

Like what?

I swear it was on the tip of my tongue till I heard that guy crack his beer open.

Now that's all I can think about.

I'm actually impressed with our progress. Better than the police.

Tell me about it.

You have to admit, we make a great pair of investigators.

- Amparo, we're a great pair, period. - Hmm.

The whole world knows it, baby.

Don't you think the blackmailer is the key to this?

Someone who was there from the start.

And knew where to find money 30 years later.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Last night, when I was walking up to Victoria's house,

I saw something in his mailbox.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

RGA

It reminded me of a tricky case I worked on once.

RGA

It involved a firm that handles high-level financial claims.

"Rivas Guridi Attorneys." What do they do?

When you owe the bank a bunch of money

and you end up declaring bankruptcy, the banks go to this kind of firm

to get the court to act in their favor.

Are you thinking Fernando Victoria?

The envelope had this logo.

The man almost died in the explosion at his office.

- The thing that saved him was you. - A foolproof alibi.

"I'm totally innocent. I got hurt by a bomb."

Holy shit. How do we find out if he's going under?

Through Manchado, but he said he wasn't gonna go any further.

Hold on.

What is it?

Carmen, I really need a favor.

Can you access Fernando Victoria's accounts?

Yes. A bankruptcy or something? His debt history.

Shit!

What is it?

I'm sure it's still warm. He's just a step ahead of us.

Pisses me off.

- Yes? - You were right.

Victoria is drowning in debt.

I'm putting you on speaker.

- Go. - They've been after him.

They just seized his company.

God fucking damn it. He's on the run. We just have no idea where to.

He's about to get on a train to Madrid.

How do you know what he's doing?

- Because I can see him. - You're at the station?

- Am I supposed to stay home? - Course not. We'll meet you there.

- Who are you talking to? - Carmen.

He leaves in ten minutes, so hurry up.

What the hell?

It says we're 16 minutes away by car.

- We'll have to hurry. - No kidding.

- Manchado? - I can't find my gun. Did you take it?

- No, no, I'd never do that. - Damn it, Richi.

- Don't fuck with me! - I swear I didn't.

- I'm gonna lose my job. - Did you ask your kids?

- Enough. Come on. - Listen, man, I…

I'm in a hurry. I can't talk right now.

- I gotta go. - God damn it. Who do you think you are?

Did he really say that to you? No…

- Hi. This is yours. - Sorry.

Hello, sir. Something for you?

A whiskey, thank you.

We can't hide things anymore, Fernando.

We need to file for bankruptcy before the end of this quarter.

Otherwise, you're going to have a very serious legal problem.

What's the ultimate deadline?

A little over two months.

Thank you.

I understand that I'm not a minister, miss.

But I'm a very busy man just the same.

So you cannot expect me to believe that in the two months I've left messages,

Mr. Palacios hasn't found a few minutes to get on the phone and fucking call me!

Don't do that.

- I want to know who you took food to. - I don't understand, Mr. Victoria.

Who'd you take the food to? Yesterday. After work.

You're feeding him, hmm? Víctor. The hooker's boy.

He isn't hurting anyone, sir. He's only…

It's just an abandoned warehouse.

He was institutionalized, right?

He let me know that he escaped.

The only thing I do is bring him some food. That's all I know.

Shh, shh, shh.

Don't be scared.

Shh. I only wanna talk to you.

I knew your mother, Víctor.

Shh.

Marga.

What happened to her was terrible.

Even after all these years, I've never forgotten.

I've never been able to get it out of my mind.

I can't even imagine the pain.

How much you must have suffered.

How many tears you cried.

How you must have missed her.

Her dear son.

I tried so many times to visit you at the hospital.

But they wouldn't let me.

I wanted to know you were okay.

You have a chance to make all the guilty ones pay

for taking your mother from you.

I will help you get your vengeance.

The explosion killed Roberto Valcárcel,

a 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…

BUSINESSMAN DOMINGO GRANJERO, DEAD

Thank you.

I WANT 3 MILLION EUROS.

IF YOU DON'T PAY, FIRE WILL REVEAL THE TRUTH…

SEVILLE FIRE BRIGADE

- Richi? - Amparo Castaño?

Yes, this is she.

This is Fernando Victoria. You came to my office.

Yes?

We need to meet.

Excuse me, Mr. Victoria?

So sorry, Adolfo. I'll call you later.

Is there something I can do?

PAY

STATION LOCKER

If you don't kill this guy today,

sooner or later, Minister, he's gonna kill you.

Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

What're you doing here?

No… No.

Víctor. I don't know what they've been telling you,

the ex-cop and his girlfriend, but it's not true.

Listen to me, okay? They're taking advantage of you.

You were dead inside. Remember?

Who took care of you?

Who took care of you and gave you a reason to live?

- Richi. - Stay there and get down.

Víctor, it was Palacios. He killed your mother.

He made me cover it up.

It was my job as the minister's assistant. You understand, son?

Don't you? I have money here. It's all for you.

Okay? It's yours. Look. It's yours. Here. It's yours.

- No! No! Listen to me. - Drop it!

Put that thing down.

Down on the floor. Put it on the floor.

Víctor, I was a nobody.

You can't go there!

Get up!

- He's getting away! - Open it! Open it, quick!

- Hurry! Let's go! - Run!

Come on!

Everybody out! Out! Get out!

Hey! Careful!

Put it down on the floor slowly, Víctor.

Please, put it down.

You can't go any further. Look around you. Huh?

Just put it down. It's over. Do what I ask.

Put it down. Víctor, get it off your back. Take off the pack and put it down, please!

How far were you standing when you fired the gun?

Mm… no idea.

Mm… 15, 20 meters? I really have no idea.

Have you ever fired a gun before tonight?

- Is this really necessary? - What does it matter if she has?

- Why don't you let me do my job? - I'm an officer too.

Then you understand we gather information by asking questions.

Not when they're in shock.

So, have you ever fired a gun, ma'am?

Never. I don't think I ever held one. I picked it up when I saw it lying there.

- You pulled the trigger? - I had to shoot.

What else was there? Hmm? Stand there and get burned alive?

- You know who the gun belongs to? - Yeah, it's my weapon.

I don't believe this.

I run a security business. If you find my gun, can I get it back?

Once again, your attitude isn't helping.

You should have called us.

- Maybe this can wait? - No, we're doing it now. I'm not waiting.

I'm sick of all these people who think they can ignore protocol

because they think their work's more important.

Who caught the guy? Us or you?

We follow police standards, so we're the idiots? Is that it?

Take it easy, damn it. This isn't the right time. You know it.

COURTHOUSE

- She's coming! - There she is!

Over here! Mrs. Palacios! People want to know!

Mrs. Palacios, it was revealed your husband was implicated

in a possible homicide and six other crimes,

including extortion of the Spanish government.

Any comments?

I would first like to take this opportunity

to congratulate the expertise

and impartiality of our country's justice system.

My husband was not an innocent man.

I also want to commend our excellent police forces

for their quick resolution

of what some called the Flamethrower Murders.

I would also like to take this time to announce

that I believe the only way to make up

for the party's past mistakes and wrongdoings

is for us to launch the creation of a new party founded on honesty and trust.

8F NEWS

And to see it to fruition, I feel that I must declare myself

as the party's candidate in the upcoming elections.

- Thank you. - So that's how you do it. She's a sly one.

- You can vote for her. - I can sleep with your mother.

- Feel free. - You can't help it, can you?

Tomorrow belongs to the ballsy fuckers.

- She might even win the election. - She clearly is minister material.

- And you're dumbass material. - You think?

Yes.

You have no fucking clue, but you spout your bullshit like you do.

And basically, it makes me sick.

That's all people in this country do is spew their opinions like assholes.

They talk just to talk.

It's pitiful.

Someone's gotta bug up his ass.

Too bad no one pays any attention to you anymore.

For once, you didn't fuck things up.

- I don't want to do interviews. - Not this again.

Let's enjoy this. I propose a toast.

- To our Richi. - Yeah.

Thank you, Manchado.

Jesus Christ, you know it's bad luck to toast with water, Zurita.

Quintas, leave the guy alone.

A drop or two never killed anybody, and you gotta respect the superstition.

I'm just trying to protect his chances with the grieving widow.

All right, let's do it.

Here.

What the fuck is your problem? I'm gonna break your face.

- You moron! Asshole! - Come on, guys! Seriously?

- Knock it off! - Hey! Whose face are you gonna break?

Quintas, you got what's coming to you.

- You gotta stop busting people's balls. - Get off.

Occasionally, Queen Isabella I would spend the night in this square.

And they say that the great Cervantes wrote

Don Quixote when he lived in that house.

And Franco would buy his bread in the alley over there, I swear.

Richi.

Don't believe a thing she tells you. It's all a bunch of lies.

So you're a historian now, are you? Hmm?

I can't help it when they treat us like idiots.

That hasn't changed.

And you? How are you?

- I started at law school. - Are you serious?

- Mm-hmm. Yes. - You're going to university?

Right. They're recognizing none of my credits,

so I'm starting from scratch, but it's fine.

I'm going to therapy.

And?

So far, I haven't really noticed anything special.

But I have been sober for a couple of months.

Impressive.

Oh. I have a class.

Right now?

Yeah. This is my break in between, and, as you know,

I'm kind of a nerd and hate to be late.

Listen, any chance you'd be interested in dinner sometime?

I remember you said you love Italian food.

I know a great trattoria just around the corner.

The only thing is, I'm…

I need to get used to this new life, you know?

Everything happened so fast.

I've never been on my own. In my life. You get it?

I can't add anything to my plate.

I hear you, and I understand you perfectly.

What I really wanted to make sure of…

is this isn't the last time we see each other.

No way, partner.

1992 is a fictional story. The success of the Expo '92

and the Cartuja Science and Technology campus is real.

Subtitle translation by: Soledad Etchemendy