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SUBTITULADO POR MOVISTAR+.

This is the living room.

Does it get a lot of light?

Yes, that's the best part, and it's nice on the terrace.

The building has a pool.

It's quiet because there aren't many kids.

- Is it big? - The pool?

Yes, I'll show you in a minute.

The master bedroom I told you about.

Take a look around.

When could we move in?

In three months, more or less.

- Good. - Well...

Could you be a bit more specific?

I'm waiting for a transfer and they said 3 months, 4 tops.

- What do you do? - I'm a civil servant.

RIOT POLICE

CHAPTER 4 ÚBEDA

- You guys are incredible, eh? - What?

Hey, suddenly you guys smell so sweet.

What's he doing here?

- For the game. - Is it Tuesday or Wednesday?

- Next Wednesday. - You can tell he's one of my guys.

Who? Cardois? You don't believe that.

He's got that Atlético look.

Cardois is a Madrid fan, like me.

He looks like a mate of Floren...

- So, coffee? - Yes.

Come on.

Shall we go?

I'll be up in a minute, I have to finish the transfer papers.

- Do you want some coffee? - If you bring it, I'll drink it.

How's Lucía?

Alright. A bit rebellious lately.

- It's her age. - Yes, but it's not easy.

- How long will you be? - Not long, ten minutes.

2014, 2015, 2016.

- All yours. - Thanks a lot, Maru.

I'll shut it, okay?

- How are you? - Good.

I went to the hairdresser.

You look good.

I was reading this magazine there

with an article I want you to read.

- About what? - Well, you read it, okay?

I'm going to make dinner.

IS YOUR HUSBAND DEPRESSED? FIND OUT FROM 10 SIGNS

The debate on energy poverty goes on after the fire death

of an 81-year-old woman who lit her home with candles.

Plus the debate on the immigrant who died during an eviction

after another case of violence emerged in his record,

against the Senegalese forces of order.

The immigrant has several violent episodes already.

In sport, Champions week. Barça goes to Glasgow...

Want some?

...to qualify against Celtic to pass to the round of 16.

Despite the crushing 7-0 win, Barcelona, the "azulgranas",

say it will be a tough game.

More information here, on Telenoticias.

- Nothing to say? - About what?

The magazine I gave you before.

- I looked at it. - What did you think?

I don't know what you want me to say, Manuela.

Well, if you felt some of yourself in it.

- Identified, you mean? - Yes.

- Actually, no. - In none of the things it said?

What, you saw me in it?

I was reading a magazine in the hairdresser and...

- some things reminded me of you. - What things?

The tiredness, for example.

What?

You're always tired, aren't you?

- Oh, I'm always tired? - Yes.

Did you stop to think that it's because I'm 50?

And what it said about irritability?

- I don't get it. Explain. - You get mad out of the blue.

- Give me an example. - It's not about me giving...

Yes, it is. Excuse me, you can't hit and run like that.

- Give me an example, please. - Sunday, at my sister's place.

- What about it? - You got so mad at my nephews.

To put up with them you have to show some balls.

Do you see the way you get?

The way you answer me?

It's been almost a year since you were alright.

Right, go on, go on.

- Then there's the other thing. - What other thing?

What other thing? No mysteries now, eh?

Please, what the hell do you want to talk about? Tell me.

Tell me, Manuela, tell me.

Well, sexual appetite.

At midnight you want us to argue about if we fuck?!

Then let's talk. Come on! Why don't we fuck?

Come on, let's talk. Come on!

No, end of conversation, I have to get up at 5 a.m.

- I didn't know. - You should've asked!

Turn off the light, please.

What the fuck...

REPORT

- Can you send it to me? - Sure. Why? What have you seen?

Nothing. They have no apparent connection.

What now?

- I'm going to these addresses. - What for?

To see if there's something.

Can I go with you?

Okay.

I've got the car here. Let's go.

First address?

Sabucedo. Sabucedo street.

Laia.

PLANNING PERMISSION

FOR THE CONSTRUCTION OF 44 TOURISTAPARTMENTS

What's wrong?

- You hung up on me, you dick. - I'm driving. What do you want?

- You coming tonight? - I don't know, I'll tell you later.

- C'mon, I miss you. - I'll be there, but later.

Get some brews. The ones I like.

- Alright. - What are the ones I like?

The expensive Belgian ones.

- That's my Diego! - Alright, okay.

You sure want to hang up, man. Listen, something big...

We'll talk later. See you later.

Come on, let's go!

I'll be right back.

Pass me that.

Finished already?

JUSTICE FOR YEMI ADICHIE

- How much building time left? - A couple of months.

That's it. Thank you.

Tourist apartments.

Now what?

Check the companies behind each construction

- and see if they're linked. - Of course they're linked.

- I hope so. It's going to be slow. - Right.

Drop you anywhere?

- No, thanks. - Keep me informed.

Of course.

CLASSROOM 203

Osorio.

Shit, Millán.

How are you, man? How's life?

Getting by. How's yours?

A struggle, as usual. What can I tell you?

The black guy? I don't wish harm on anyone, but if you play with fire,

why are you surprised, right?

Amen.

I'm going to find a spot. Good luck.

Same to you.

Here we go.

Thanks.

- It's got loads of "chistorra". - It's "chorizo".

- "Chorizo", sorry. - You have to stay strong.

That's true.

Can I give a little chorizo to the dogs?

Don't even think about it.

Sorry.

- I'll wait for you. - Yes?

Hello?

Jeez! It's been so long...

Sure. True, they're at my place,

but I forgot to tell you.

Right.

Okay. Look, today I'm working into the night. But, if you like,

tomorrow we can...

Okay.

No, I promise, yes.

Okay. Big kiss. Ciao.

That's it, sorry.

- Who's Santi? - What do you care?

You can tell me who he is. It's fine.

I know it's fine and I can tell you, but...

- You're not going to? - I don't need to.

You're not going to tell me?

Are you asking me if I'm fucking Santi?

Well,

it wouldn't be bad to know.

I don't have to tell you anything, because I'm not fucking Santi.

Why won't you tell me who he is?

Elías, I've said all I had to say.

- It's cold, right? - It's fine.

- It's cold. - No, it's fine.

- Yes, I'm telling you, it's cold. - They're delicious.

It's cold, look.

- Want something else? - No.

Really? It's no trouble, eh? Please...

- I'll eat them, they're fine. - No, I'll get something else.

- It's no good cold. - Listen, the eggs are fine.

- Let's have a nice breakfast. - It's no good cold, please...

- It's no trouble, Marian... - Please don't take my plate.

- I want to eat... - Get the fuck off!

Fuck!

Fuck it!

Leave that, leave it!

Hey.

Marian.

Marian, please.

- You're really going? - Yes, I'm going.

But why?

Listen...

I'll pick this up in a second. Don't worry. Please. Wait.

- No. - Please. Marian.

Listen to me. Mar...

Marian.

Victims united will never be defeated!

Victims united will never be defeated!

Hey, guys. Guys.

Rubén's birthday? What do we do?

- I'm not going. - What?

- I'm not going, man. - Don't shit me, Diego.

- We can't desert him on his birthday. - Don't bug me. I don't feel like it.

José.

Rubén's thing.

Ask my wife and son, see what they say.

Your wife? You did the exam, right, Salva?

- My back's killing me. - Seriously?

Alright, then it's partying with Marian and Bermejo.

- Yeah, yeah. - Marian's going? Then I'm going.

You're going?

Yes, but you have to hang in there, because I've got stamina.

...the Spanish bank freeze has come!

- Let's clear this a little. - Lady, please, off the street.

Here it is, the Spanish bank freeze has come!

Please, not on the street, lady.

You're not getting rid of me, I'm here for what's mine!

Sure, but I don't want a car to hit you.

You're a bunch of bloody Commies!

- Thanks a lot. - "Thanks a lot", the Commie says!

You'll get hit by a car. Please...

Here it is...!

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ABOUT US

Let's revise reports before handing them in, please.

I saw two mistakes.

It's less work if you revise them

than having to print and bind them again, etc.

Got it.

Come here a moment.

Bring the notebook.

Go ahead.

I don't know why you do overtime on a simple Traffic case,

then hand in shoddy reports.

I'm finding it a bit hard, yes.

You're finding it hard.

Open it up.

You have to get a new one.

- Yes. - I used to carry one.

But unless you keep it up here, it's no good.

7-4-9-8-5.

E-K.0-9.

N-w-E.

What's this?

The new PIN for the database.

Can I go now?

Shut the door on your way out.

Why not?

Here it is.

Okay.

Now I need details on these shareholders.

- I'll be a while. - Right.

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- Weren't you meeting someone? - What's the time?

Ten.

I've got a while to go. I don't know what I'll do.

I see we have a new rug.

- Well, I'm going. - With whom?

- Rojas, Lidia and those guys. - I'll call, see if we can meet up.

- Yes, tell me. Alright... - Give me a kiss?

Yes.

- Ciao. - 'Bye.

Sorry. Sorry.

In flip-flops, dressed as a panda.

And a little backpack, on the Santiago Road...

Hey!

- What's up? - Alright!

- How are you? - Great.

This kid!

- Thanks a lot. - Looking good, man.

- Jenny... Jenny, Álex. - Hi there.

Nice to meet you.

- This is for you, from everyone. - What is it?

Have a guess!

- What are you having? - Whatever you're having...

- A beer, or what? - Yeah, sure.

Boss, another long one, when you can.

So, the others, no, right?

- They're... on their way. - Yeah.

- Úbeda's coming by motorbike. - The kiddie scooter, right?

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Sorry about the time, Diana. I'd like to tell you something.

- Go ahead. - I'd rather do it in person.

I'm not in Madrid. Can it wait till Monday?

- Yes. Yes. - 8 o'clock in my office.

- Okay, perfect. See you there. - Very intriguing.

See you Monday.

- I was with Santi yesterday. - Shit.

We were looking at what route to take and...

- if we'd go climbing in Alicante. - Right... When was that?

- Two weeks. - That's right.

- You've got the days off? - Of course.

The thing is, without Salva it's tricky, you know that.

If you don't want to come, just tell me.

You're not going to be a dickhead here, Alexander.

What?

- Nothing. - What's wrong?

You know how much this cost me?

How much do you think? Guess.

I don't know. 500 bucks?

Less.

- Less? - Yeah.

- 400. - Less.

- I don't know. Shit... - Free. I got it for free.

- I didn't pay a fucking cent. - What?

How about that!

This, the jacket, a cool shirt and some sneakers.

- What? - Hey...

Don't you get it? I'm in the mall alone all night.

Not a soul. I can do what I like, and I do.

- You're kidding, right? - No way. It's true.

You've got to be kidding, Rubén.

Don't shit me.

It's fine.

Boss...

- It's fine? Are you an idiot? - What the...? Don't touch me.

- What the fuck are you saying? - What? You moron.

With what we're dealing with? You dickhead! Don't shit me!

- Dickhead. - Dickhead why?

- It was a joke. A joke. - A joke?

It was a fucking joke, moron.

It cost me 200 bucks.

You're so stressed out. I'm the one who should be.

- Really? - I should be stressed out, not you.

Boss, two shots.

Tequila. This guy likes his tequila.

Okay, 'bye. See you.

Come on, the shots and let's go, eh? To "Canelita".

Excuse me? Four shots.

Whisky. Four. There.

Thanks.

- How are you? - I have a plan.

My plan is that your friend Laia buys you

four shots of whisky right now.

Oh, sorry.

- You're hitting it hard tonight. - No.

- Yes, let's make it a night. - But I want to go home.

- Come on. - Alright...

- Three whiskies and one surprise. - A toast. To tonight.

Part two of the plan is dancing.

I'll be right back.

- Hello. - What the fuck to you want?

- Gee, you didn't miss me. - What are you doing here?

I come here a lot.

It doesn't suit you.

What suits me?

Well... something more... elitist.

You mean "elegant".

No. I mean elitist.

I know both kinds.

I can take you one day, so you see the difference.

I don't think I'd like it.

You have lots of prejudices, Alexander.

Not as many as you, Laura.

"Laia".

Laia, that's it. Laia.

- How's your night? - Fucking great up to now. Yours?

- Great. - Yeah?

I'm celebrating.

What? Some case?

Another cop you fucked over?

Are you ever going to stop menacing me?

- I'm menacing you? - You're boring me.

I thought all this would be a bit more fun.

Fun?

Have a good night, Alexander.

Hold it!

- Don't you dare come. - What?

Don't you dare come inside me.

Come in.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Whenever you like.

The Calle Olivo eviction

something's always grated on me.

Something about Judge Contreras that the van leader...

- Osorio, yes. - Osorio insinuated

that the judge refused to stop the eviction

in a way that seemed deliberate. I wanted to look into it,

but Moreno insisted that we shut the case, so I let it go.

But in the statements to the examining judge, it came up again.

You looked at it again?

I invited Contreras' secretary to some coffee,

asked him some questions, and the Olivo order came up.

- He'd fast-tracked it. - That's not normal.

Not at all, except for Contreras and two other judges who,

by chance, all knew each other from Law School.

So...

all the fast-tracked orders follow a pattern.

They're all for old buildings in the centre of Madrid

with only one tenant left.

And now, as you can see, they'll end up being

hotels for tourists.

They're throwing people out of their homes early to make money.

Six officers that had nothing to do with this will pay for it.

Who's making the money?

For now, I only have one: Emilio Roca.

- Is it all here? - Yes.

The black has the eviction and the white the new items.

Why didn't you go to Moreno?

Moreno told Contreras' secretary not to give me any more information.

And Moreno always wanted to stop me in this part of the case.

So you went over the head of your immediate superior.

Yes.

I don't trust him

and I thought I should give you all the information.

You've lost your way, girl.

Either that or you know exactly where you're going.

- Sorry, I don't understand. - You don't?

Are you saying I'm here to move up the ladder?

Well, now I do.

The dullest guy in the history of the Spanish Police,

and you think he's involved in a real estate corruption ring?

You've lost focus, Laia.

With me, Moreno and those riot police

you sacrificed and now want to save for some reason.

Tell me it has nothing to do with the way you linked

these fast-tracked orders to these addresses.

Say it.

Does it have anything to do with it or not?

Anyway, I'll look at it.

Out you go, please.

And shut the door on your way out.

Very well...

You are the buyers and you are the guarantor.

- Guys, I'm going. - Now you've got a house.

- We love you, okay? - Right. I love you guys too.

- See you tonight. - Ciao.

- See you later. - 'Bye.

What?

Look, I'm guarantor for you house.

- Yeah, yeah, relax. - Listen to me.

One thing's being stupid, another is being an asshole.

Yeah, uncle, it's fine.

Thank you.

...but it was late. Yes or no?

People, we got played.

Laia, there's nothing here. But here there is. I made some calls.

It turns out that the immigrant's criminal record was false.

- The riot police again? - Exactly. Get onto this now.

I want you to question them.

And next time you lose focus, tell me, I'll give it to Serna.

Don't worry.

Yes?

- Adolfo March? - Yes.

This is Aitor Ciganda, Inspector, National Police.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

I'm calling because your paper published false information

on a man called Yemi Adichie.

I'm not aware that it's false.

Well, I'm aware that it's not the first time your paper's done it.

Where's this going?

Look, you'd better tell me where you got this information.

I'm going to keep...

Adolfo, we know that you won't tell us your source.

- No. - Fine. Call her and make a deal.

I stress that you'd better, this is going to end up in court.

Good afternoon.

He'll call for sure.

The other day I made croquettes with that flour you mentioned.

How were they?

Smooth.

Adolfo.

Give me a second.

- Go ahead. - I've been thinking.

Okay. And?

In the hypothetical case that this ends up in court...?

You'd appear as a journalist, not as the accused.

It's an agency:

Safe Investigations 21.

"Safe... 21".

- It's new. - Okay.

Thanks a lot, Adolfo.

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Abadía.

Abadía?

Carmen Abadía.

Revilla's ex.

- Who's Revilla? - Doesn't ring a bell?

- No. - No.

A former officer. Now he does jobs on his own for big money.

- What kind of jobs? - All kinds.

- He's never been caught? - No, he's too smart.

And he has friends who owe him favours.

A lot of officers have turned to him.

He's old.

Okay, how do we proceed?

Let's check the accounts of the riot police.

I'm going.

- Yes? - Put my nephew on.

- Is everything alright? - Are you with Álex? Put him on!

Okay, okay, wait a second.

Honey.

- Your uncle. - What?

I don't know. Your uncle.

Yes?

Listen, Internal Affairs knows about Revilla.

I don't know if they'll come today or next week, but they'll come.

When they come, don't deny it.

- What are you telling me? - Get it into your skull:

I didn't tell you anything, okay?

Say it was getting to you. It occurred to you on your own.

You got me? Will you wake up?!

Yeah. Shit. Yeah, you didn't tell me anything.

- Okay, fine. - That's it. Trust me.

I woke up feeling all wound up.

And it suddenly hit you...

Nobody called you about it?

No.

- Your uncle didn't call you? - No. Shit. And who cares?

I don't if it matters if you won't tell me.

Let's do what I'm asking you to do, please.

You're risking your transfer, Diego.

We could all end up in jail. Think about it.

November 19, 2016.

Questioning of Officer Alexander Parra Rosales.

Agents present: Ciganda, Serna, Ruiz and Urquijo.

Mr. Parra, I understand that you're aware of the information

on the criminal past of Yemi Adichie that came to light in late October.

That he liked to hit police, yes.

That information was gathered, then leaked to the press,

by an investigation agency: Safe 21. Do you know it?

Yes.

- How do you know it? - Because we hired it ourselves.

To what end?

To investigate this guy.

A history of violence against police.

Very timely.

That information was false.

That's what you say.

The Senegalese Embassy and the Spanish Police say so.

First I've heard of it.

Mr. Úbeda,

did you know that Safe 21 belonged to Revilla, a former cop?

No.

In fact, I didn't even know who Mr. Revilla was.

Why did you hire them?

To look into the past

of the person that died.

Did you speak to your fellow officers about what answers to give us?

- No. - You were very lucky

that Adichie had such a violent record.

What you call "luck", we haven't had much of it lately.

Can I get some water, please?

How do you know the former officer Revilla?

I don't know him.

You've never seen him? Never spoken to him?

No.

How did you contact Safe 21?

We found it on the Internet.

Did you get them to fabricate a false criminal record

- for the deceased, Yemi Adichie? - No.

- No? - No.

I think you did. I think you hired a corrupt former officer

to manipulate an investigation.

By the way,

is that what you mean by "make things work better"?

Someone told you that lying here today would help you,

but it's not true.

No, because maybe you'll help me, right?

Who is it now?

Laia, what does it matter?

- Serna. - They've agreed on the answers.

Osorio.

Send Úbeda in.

Again?

Yes, send him in again.

Mr. Úbeda,

why did you hire Safe 21?

Again? I've told you two or three times. To...

look into the past of the person that died.

How much did the job cost you?

- You have the figure there... - Sure, but we want you to say it.

20,000 euros.

A lot of money. I mean, other detective agencies

don't charge more than 2500 for a similar job.

I really have no idea. I know nothing about that.

Did you know that the information on his criminal past was false?

What? The report is false? I'm finding out right now.

If you didn't do it, who made up the story?

I don't know. Actually...

- The agency, I imagine. I... - To what end?

- To look good to its clients? - Sure, yes.

A former officer took a risk to "look good", did you say?

To a van full of troublesome riot police.

Or... I don't know.

Or the press. I don't know anything about it.

How long do you think you can keep up this lie?

This makes no sense, I'm sorry.

I'll be the judge of that.

Will you look at me, please?

All of you got your stories straight. Whose idea was that?

Who warned you we were coming?

Who are you protecting?

Mr. Úbeda, answer our questions, please.

We're talking about the crime of defamation,

on top of the other for involuntary homicide.

If you keep up this stance, we'll add "obstruction of justice".

Don't you realize how serious this is?

Can we stop here, please?

Alright... You know what?

We have all the time in the world.

I can come back tomorrow and the day after

and the day after until you tell me what I know is the truth.

So... I'm going to ask you again.

Did you pay them to fabricate the criminal record of the man

who died of a fall on August 24th?

You're shitting me, José.

Well, I'll buy you all coffee.

Fuck, Serna.

- Let's play a game. - Go on.

- Who is your Serna? - My Serna?

I don't know, nobody.

We all have a Serna in our lives.

- No. Can I be my own Serna? - No.

- No? - No.

There was a guy who played volleyball with me...

Moreno?

- Maybe it's important. - No, tell me,

he played volleyball with you...

Never mind, this is a bummer...

The main thing is that Serna congratulated you,

you worked for it and you deserve it. Cheers.

It's wrong for me to say it, but I did an incredible job.

Yes, it is wrong for you to say it.

- Who's that? - That's weird, huh?

- Yes? - Laia?

- Yes. - It's Moreno. Come down, please.

Who is it?

What's wrong?

Do you know the Deputy Ops Director?

- Marcos Herrero. How are you? - Hello.

They're firing me tomorrow.

You? Why?

Because of you.

- Where are we going? - I want you to see a place.

Good evening.

- Good evening. - Evening.

Hello.

These are retired police officers Ricardo Díaz

and Isaac del Amo.

Judge Leire Costa.

- Evening. - Hello.

Take a look at that.

Diana's involved as well?

Not quite.

She and Cardois are in an extramarital relationship.

I didn't fuck up the case for you, did I?

You were about to.