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Yemi!

RIOT POLICE

CHAPTER 6 URQUIJO

Did you ask Chief Inspector Rosales for help

with your charge for homicide with gross negligence?

Yes.

Did he introduce you to former police officer Eugenio Revilla?

Not directly.

Explain yourself.

He set up the meeting.

Did Chief Inspector Rosales warn you a month later

that Internal Affairs was aware of your deal with Revilla?

- Yes. - Did he tell you how he knew?

No.

Did he suggest answers to give

when you were questioned?

Yes.

What did you tell your fellow officers?

That it was my idea.

Why?

Because...

my uncle asked me to.

Thank you, Mr. Parra.

We'll advise you if we need anything else.

How you do see it?

To go after Rosales, it's plenty.

To get him to cooperate, we can talk of a reduced sentence.

And remind him that if these people don't fall, his nephew pays.

Everything alright?

Look, look, look...

- Very nice, man. - They ought to be.

Yeah, nice. Very posh.

You cheapskate, get some new ones.

That's right.

What do you mean, fuzzy? These are classic boots.

You're classic, you're "vintage".

- Morning. - Hi, boss.

- Give me a hug. - What?

What? So I have to find out from Nuri, eh?

Congratulations, kid. At last!

Diego, did you know? Osorio, did you?

Know what?

Is he pregnant?

What, nobody knew?

- Congratulations, Daddy! - Yeah, congratulations, Daddy!

What's wrong?

- Is Nuri okay? - Nuri's doing fucking great.

- Give me a hug! - Don't fucking touch me.

- What's wrong? What happened? - Nothing. I'm having a bad day.

- No, talk to me. - Let me get past.

- What happened? - Shut up.

- Talk to me. Talk...! - Will you let me get past?

What happened?

Okay, thanks.

- Are you busy? - Tell me, what is it?

It's just...

I just got offered a fucking huge case.

It's in Algeciras. Apparently it involves

some big fish.

- Great. - I don't believe it.

- I have to go. - No, no. Sure.

- Sorry. - No, it's fine.

I'll call you later. Well, tomorrow...

Whenever you like.

I'm really happy for you. You deserve it.

Excuse me.

"Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name.

Thy Kingdom come.

Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive...

Perfect, right?

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen."

- Don't turn around. - It's fine like that.

Did you switch it to your pocket?

- Like you said. - Is it always the same restaurant?

I don't know. When I go, yes.

- You don't always go? - No, I go when I'm called.

And Diana Etxeveste?

- I've never seen her. - What's the place like?

Quiet. It has a booth.

Do you usually leave your phone on the table?

If an operation's in progress, yes.

Don't look at it more than usual.

I get it.

Don't do anything you don't normally do.

I get it.

Rosales is nervous.

There's Roca and the councillor.

That's it.

Emilio, here.

- Rosales. - Hey, Emilio, how are you?

Wet, but fine.

Isaac, that car.

An appetizer, gentlemen?

- A shandy. - Another beer for me, please.

Make it two.

Open up a bottle of wine like the one from the other day.

- Shall I bring a snack? - No, I don't want anything.

There he is.

I don't feel like it.

- A little salad. - And seafood cocktail, coming up.

I told him to talk to Nacho,

about the Comms Cabinet issue, he knows a lot about that.

- What Nacho? - Nacho, my Nacho.

Ah, shit, yeah, sure.

- Francisco! - I couldn't make it sooner, we just arrived.

- Julio, how are you? - What's up, Paco?

It's Fúcar.

- Which one? - Before you get to Atocha.

- From where, up north? - From Huertas.

- Oh, good. Metres? - Almost 300.

The councillor's earning his salary.

- When do we start? - Whenever you say.

How many still occupied?

A couple and an individual who lives with his mother.

So, two evictions.

He's asking too many questions.

No, wait, let's stop this for a while. We can, right?

We can, Paco, but the sooner we start...

These people are behind it.

Let's leave it be and resume in, I don't know, March.

But this was going to be done with a new company, right?

Forget about that.

Then...?

- We wait for March and then see. - If you say March, it's March.

Who's the judge? Izquierdo?

- Why do you want to know? - Eh?

Any plans for Christmas? Going away for a few days?

You know, Sonia runs things.

Maybe I can approach Burela.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon. Here, take it.

- Where are we going? - Zurbano and Bretón de lo Herreros.

Perfect, let's go.

Let's go.

German makes have great engines,

but the top two or three most reliable are Japanese.

Depends on what you want.

- What do you want? - One that's the least trouble.

- Mine's still going. - Which have you got?

- What this guy tells me. - His is American.

- Cheers, gentlemen. - Hey!

I don't know if you know each other.

- Antonio... - Good afternoon.

Hello. How are you?

- ...and Emilio. - Hello, how are you?

- Hello. - Nice to meet you.

- Rosales, how are you doing? - How are you?

- Who is it? - I don't know, but he's scared.

What are you having?

I'll see what the bar's got.

Your glass is empty, Rosales.

I was thirsty.

Come and help me choose a good whiskey.

They're all good here.

Sure, but come with me.

...your boy?

Coming.

What did he say there?

- So? - For handling: Japanese.

- Are you sure? - Japanese, Emilio, Japanese.

I hope it doesn't guzzle too much.

He left his phone on the table.

He didn't say his name. Do you recognize the voice?

- No. No one went in, did they? - He must've already been inside.

- But who? - What do we do?

Keep listening.

- Look, later we'll go to... - Burela.

- Everything alright, Julio? - Yeah, yeah.

- And your friend? - They called him. He had to go.

- I have to get going too. - We're staying, right? Are you?

Yeah, yeah, you?

Isaac, on your toes.

- That that's that. - You live great.

Hey, I'm ordering a round of what you're having.

- No. - Yes.

- No one's coming out. - There must be another door.

Start it up. What's the street behind?

I think it's pedestrian.

You asked too many questions. Cardois cottoned on.

Fine. But you got them, right?

- Who came at the end? - An acquaintance.

- What acquaintance? - He's not involved in this.

It was Eugenio Revilla. Why didn't you want us to know you spoke to him?

I don't want you getting weird ideas.

- What did you talk about? - Nothing, he left straight away.

- Two minutes and he was gone. - Two minutes is plenty of time.

He left straight away, we didn't discuss anything.

- Come on, please! - Please, what? I'm helping!

- Without me you'd have nothing! - Did Cardois warn Revilla?

- I don't know. I suppose. - Why do you suppose that?

He doesn't trust anyone. He saw me nervous and nosy

and he sent him away... I don't know!

- Why leave your phone on the table? - I didn't leave it.

If I walked off with it, they'd notice.

- Fuck that, you left it on purpose. - What am I telling you?

Did you tell them anything?

- Did they threaten you? - Fuck no!

- Do you realize what you're risking? - He knows very well.

He cooperates fully, or there's no deal.

- A deal's a deal! - What did you tell Revilla?

Nothing to do with this.

No deal.

- Excuse me? - You're on your own.

No fucking way! I did my part.

Don't toy with me, you bastard! Don't touch me!

- Calm down! - Don't you fuck with me!

- Calm down! - Stop the car when you can.

- Get off! Let me out! - Calm down, I said.

- Let him out. - Get the fuck out!

Jesus fucking Christ! Fuck!

Fuck!

Shit, where the fuck am I?

He's burnt out.

...tough combat with courageous loyalty.

National Police,

my heart does not despair.

Iron will supports the foundations

of concord, respect and equality.

National Police,

bold mission for a safer world,

stubborn effort in defence of the future,

of values, of peace and freedom.

- There we go! - Go! To us, gentlemen!

- To us and to the one on the way! - That's right!

- What if he becomes a cop? - Then you'll see a proud dad.

If he becomes a cop, let's see what Nuri says...

- No, let's not get there. - We'd better not.

What's up?

How long have you been trying?

- A couple of years. - A couple of years?

You're a master of timing.

Right?

I don't mean anything. You go for it.

- Any time is a good time. - Tell that to your two ex-wives.

- You got him there! - Yes, sir!

- Yes, sir! - Well then...?

- Well, what, Salva? Shit... - Then your boy...

- Well, boy or girl. - No, boy, boy, boy.

It's a boy, a boy.

Will your boy or girl

want to deal with the same shit that we do?

Probably, when the time comes, things will be...

better.

Better?

- Tell this guy, go on. - What can I tell him?

Úbeda's son is a fairy, you just take it on the chin.

- You son of a bitch! - Hold on...

The boy will be what he wants to be, right?

- Boy or girl. - Girl, sure.

- Anything but a Guardia Civil. - Not a "picoleto", no!

- Not my son. - Not one grey hair

and he says, "I'm having a kid". It makes me feel old.

- Hey, you're a spring chicken. - Yeah.

An old guy wouldn't have taken a beating like you took.

- You bastard. - No, I'm serious.

- Tell me about it, José. - Don't bring it up now.

Hold on. Wait, wait... This is yours.

What the fuck is...?

Let's see.

- Look at the bastard. - Is it yours or not?

You bastards.

- Fuck. Thanks, man. - It's from everyone.

- Thanks. - From everyone.

- Yes, sir. - And Velasco, Polo and Marian.

Hey, that Marian... What an angel.

She came to the hospital two days straight to see me.

- Twice? Twice, was it? - That's the new girl, right?

- The new girl, yeah. - She was hot, right?

What do you care? Are you already...?

Hey, I do care.

I leave and you get a chick. Shit, she could've come...

- She's a star, eh? - Yeah, a star.

- What? - No, nothing, nothing.

- No, spill it. - No, it's nothing.

- Shut up, shut up. - Spill it, spill it.

- Is she a star or not? - Fucking spill it.

- She's a bitch. - Here we go!

- I mean it, I'm telling you. - She says you're the prick.

- Is that what she says? - Yeah, yeah.

I may have to wash her mouth out.

- This guy's a dick! - Listen, are you into her?

- Don't give me that crap. - Really, she'll turn you on,

- then fuck up your life. - No, I don't believe it.

I'm telling you, seriously. Be careful.

- Let's drop it, will you? - Sure, but be careful.

Do you have to have the last word here,

or what is it?

Cat got your tongue?

Pass me the bottle. It's for your own good.

- I don't give a fuck about her. - Yeah. That's it then.

- José, tell me about it. - Tell you what?

- About the Frogs. - It's tattooed on my face.

- You gonna make me beg? Tell me. - I don't know...

Two guys were throwing rocks and sticks, whatever,

- and we ran after them. - Who?

Shit, Úbeda, only you would think of doing that.

Fuck no. You were there, Ita was there,

and I'm told we entered a tunnel...

I was behind... What is it? - A "straggler".

A straggler.

I turned around and there were four guys built like tanks

- and they fucked me up. - Scumbags, four against one.

We got 'em back for you.

That's right, brother.

- You fucked them up? - We left them like paté.

- How'd you get so separated? - With the first blow,

- I lost consciousness. - Shit, what were you doing alone?

I'm saying, I don't remember, it's wiped from my mind.

Shit, the heat of battle, Rubén. Don't you remember?

- There you go. - That must be it, boss.

- Do you miss it a little? - Sometimes.

- Bastard. - And do you miss us?

- Sometimes as well. - Motherfucker.

- The bastard's just a kid. - He's a kid, man.

You bastard, you gave us a fright. To you. Cheers!

No. I'm making this toast. Everyone on their feet.

- Go for it, José. Go on. - Let's go, right?

- What? - Brothers...

Fucking hell...

- To all of us. - Go.

- Cheers. - Here we go, go.

- Cheers. - To you.

- Come on, go. - There we go.

- No, Salva. Fuck, Salva. - What the fuck are you doing?

- That's what I like about Salva! - That's gross!

That's what I like!

- It stinks, you bastard. - What the fuck is this?

- It's my fucking girdle. - Here.

I've eaten loads, it's too tight.

- Put it on. - Fuck it on, Salva.

- Leave me alone, it's too tight. - Salvador, put it on, please.

- Take it easy. - C'mon, put it on.

- Take it at least. - He's full. He can leave it off.

He puts it on and everybody's happy.

- That's it! Go on, rip it! - Go!

- Go! - There he goes! There!

- Go on! - Go for it! Go!

- Fuck it. - Come on!

Sorry. Sorry, sorry.

- Sorry, man. We're here... - Fuck, man...

To Canelita in taxi, eh, Salva?

Yes, now you're feeling...?

- See? See what I'm saying? - Dickhead, that's for taking it off.

- Now it hurts. - Of course it hurts.

- That's what the girdle's for. - Yeah, yeah.

C'mon, Salva. Look at me.

Seriously, fuck the girdle, whatever you want,

but take care of yourself, okay?

Don't make us all orphans. Know what I mean? Yes or no?

Yeah.

But I'm still here, eh?

Maybe I'll tear in two for fucking once.

But it'll all be fine.

Fucking Casals.

The day he told me, I should've crushed his skull.

"It'll all be fine, Salva".

And the exam, which I fucking killed...

Fucking son of a bitch.

- I'll beat the DNA out of this fucker. - Come on, it's over.

That's it. Cheer up, eh? It's over.

And those pills you were taking? Are you still on them?

Can't you see he is, Rubén?

Can't you see? Pills, for fucking sure.

I've already got a mother.

Hey, you have to tell me about

- that Canelita or Candelita or... - Canelita is the shit.

Then no Canelita for me.

You gotta tell me about Candelita.

- It's Ca-ne-li-ta. - Canelita!

- What the fuck are you doing? - Do we tell the guys?

- Tell them? Are you an idiot? - Did you see Salva?

- He's drunk. So? - Drunk my ass.

They need to know all about it,

about the judge and that it's all fine.

The first thing Salva will do is bust your uncle's head.

- I don't care, I'll deal with Salva. - We couldn't hold him down.

No, I can't go out now, toasting and laughing.

- Look at me, I'm dying here. - It's fucking Cardois we're talking about.

- This isn't the way to decide. - Álex... Álex!

No, shit, I've got more reason than you have, Diego,

to decide what I want. Don't fuck with me.

That's right. We have to do things right, not fuck it up.

Laia's working on it right now.

- Laia? - Laia Urquijo.

- You got some balls calling her "Laia". - Why? What's wrong?

- I don't know. - When you do, tell me.

Now stop drinking and focus on what's important.

Important? Fuck off, our buddies are what's important,

they've had six months of shit. Fuck off!

Are you stupid? Don't you get what's going on?

Don't you get it? Are you stupid or what?

Do you get it or not?

- You fucked her, right? - Who?

- Did you fuck her? - Are you a dickhead?

- No. Did you fuck her? - I didn't fuck her. Did you?

- Yeah, I did. - Great.

And as a security guard, do you get mad so fast?

For my sake, I better not.

But you get all cocky with the fairies there, right?

I end up hitting the sweaters.

He gets macho with his own shadow. You bet he does.

And you got that family thing, like blood brothers, or what?

Yeah, right, what a family...

One of them's a Latino, and what a moron.

And that's about it.

- And you, what? - And your boss, what?

- How's your boss? - My boss is a fucking moron.

- And yours? The new guy? - First to arrive, last to leave.

- He's a smart guy, eh? - Navas is cool, he is.

- Very. - So, let's toast, right?

Wait, we haven't toasted yet.

- It's my turn to make a toast. - Sure, go on.

- But we all toast. - Go for it.

But you too, Elías. This time you toast.

- Oh, yeah? - Sure, you're in the group now.

- Great. Thanks. - Thanks.

First a toast to this group, which is the greatest thing

to turn up in my life. I love you guys!

To us!

- Because we are Puma 93! - Go Puma!

- No one handle us! - No one!

We're a family.

And a family united,

- even God can't break up. - Not even God can split us up.

- 'Cause we can handle anything. - Anything.

- Even a dead black guy. - A dead black guy.

I don't know, eh, Parra?

- Yeah. - Yeah, Osorio, yeah.

They'll make us sweat, take us to trial, whatever,

but it'll be alright. It'll be fucking fine.

- They don't even know the poor guy's name. - What? What's that?

What was the black guy's name?

- Our black guy? - Yes.

- Are you serious, Rubén? - Yes.

What, you care about the blacks now, or what?

No, I'm asking you. You toasted to him. What's his name?

I know his name. Do you?

- And you? - I... Do you know?

- You? - You? You? You?

- Are you stupid, kid, or what? - Do you know?

I'm asking you, Alexander.

To Mister Yemi... Adichie!

- Yemi Adichie. - Street hawker, hardworking,

who left a wife and son in his native Senegal.

You know something, right?

- Me? About what? - Yeah, you do.

Rosales, your uncle, he told you something, right?

- Did your uncle say something? - No. I don't know what he means.

Then what's this all about?

It's a fucking toast, don't sweat it.

I'm not, but what about the locker room the other day?

The locker room? What are you talking about?

He thinks we're dickheads.

The locker room the other day. What happened?

- What does he say? - I don't know. Ask him.

- No, you're joined at the hip. - No, not lately.

What the fuck is he saying, Diego?

- You're both acting weird. - No, he's the weird one.

- Are you all good here or what? - No, he doesn't fuck much.

You're pissing me off now. You're pissing me off!

And you stop staring at me, Elías.

You hear me?

Stop staring at me.

Don't look at me.

I'm not getting into more shit because of your asshole uncle.

Fuck. Do I have to smack you around?

- Go ahead, man. Come on. - Yeah, the first one from Marian.

- From Marian? - Fuck, cut it out.

- Asshole. - Cut it out, please.

- Fucking hell! Where are you going? - Outside for a smoke.

- Wait a moment. - Why are you grabbing my shirt?

We'll all go out now.

I'm going out for a fucking smoke.

- What's your hurry? - I'm not in a hurry.

I'm going out for a fucking smoke, that's all.

Fucking hell. That'll do, Salva. It's fine.

Sorry, sorry... I can't smoke a fucking cigarette...

- That's it, alright? - What's with the fucking hand?!

- Relax, Diego. - No, you relax, okay?

I've been relaxed the whole dinner. Fucking hell!

- Hey, relax! - Leave him alone.

- Get out of the way! - Let him have a fucking smoke!

- Don't give me this aggro, eh? - Fucking aggro? Me?

Aggro? Don't fucking touch me! Don't touch me!

Get outta here! Fuck! I'll bust your...!

- That'll do! That'll do! - Fucking hell!

That'll fucking do! Go have a smoke!

Shut up! That'll fucking do!

- That'll do. That'll do. - Okay. Out. Go.

- Fucking hell. - That'll fucking do!

That'll do.

- Wait a moment, wait. - No, Diego, go have a smoke.

That's it, okay? That's it.

Let's calm down. That's it, okay? Okay?

Come on! I'm going for a smoke. I'll be right back, okay?

- Right, Go for a smoke. - Come on, that's it.

- It's over. - That's it, shit.

- Bruno! - Get me a bottle or...

A bottle. A bottle, Bruno!

Before you get to Atocha.

- From where, up north? - From Huertas.

- Oh, good. Metres? - Almost 300.

The councillor's earning his salary.

- When do we start? - Whenever you say.

This is good.

- Do we show it to Costa? - Show her when it's complete.

We'll get onto the transcriptions and the report.

What do we do about Revilla?

We think Rosales tipped him off in the bar.

Then the sooner the better.

Revilla is Costa's decision.

Good work.

Both of you.

- Afternoon. - Afternoon.

- Hello. - Hello, Laia.

- How did it go? - Good.

We have to start with the transcriptions and the report.

Here we go...

What's wrong?

The server's crashed again.

- And the tapes? - I don't know, it won't let me in.

- Reboot it. - I tried that.

- Does it work for you? - I don't know, I'm transcribing.

- How are you doing? - Half way.

Go home, I'll finish up. It'll all be ready tomorrow.

- Are you sure? - I'm sure.

Alright, but... I'll be in first thing tomorrow.

We'll see.

Rest up tonight, rest up.

And remember, Costa likes it double-spaced.

Thanks, Laia.

...TO CHOOSE A WHISKY. ROSALES, YOUR GLASS IS EMPTY.

- I WAS THIRSTY. HELP ME CHOOSE ON.

HAVING DINNER AT HOME? I SEE YOU AREN'T.

ARE YOU ALRIGHT? YOU COULD ANSWER.

SORRY! I COULDN'T. VERY BUSY

- GOT LONG TO GO? - I DON'T KNOW, ACTUALLY.

IF I DO, SEE YOU TOMORROW. HOW ARE YOU?

OK.

I MISS YOU.

HOW ARE YOU? WORKING LATE. SEE YOU AT HOME?

Movistar Information: the number you are calling is turned off...

Help!

Hello. Sorry to bother you at this hour.

We found a girl in the flat. A cop.

What do we do with her?

Laia! Laia, what happened? Take it easy.

Take it easy, I'm here, Laia.

Take it easy. What happened?

Take it easy, take it easy.

Are you alright, Laia? Talk to me. What happened?

Take me to hospital, please.

The system crashed because they were during a massive deletion.

Yes, including our recordings.

- Have you traced the call? - Yes, but no luck.

It was Revilla.

- Maybe. - It is.

We can't prove that.

Have you spoken to Costa?

She says that without the tapes, she has nothing solid.

- Is she going to exclude Cardois? - For sure.

- What are we going to do? - You rest up.

- Yeah, sure, Moreno. Later. - Keep at it.

How long? Three more years?

Four, five, six?

Until we have a case again.

We'll never have as strong a case as we had with the tapes.

Maybe we will.

We have to go after Revilla, no matter what.

No, I don't like this "no matter what"

They coerced a witness,

they deleted Police wires.

They broke into a commission at the Ministry level,

and you don't want to do anything.

Laia, for once in your life, listen to me.

No shortcuts, it's not worth it.

- We're not going to catch them. - You don't know that.

Yes, I do. And so do you.

I have to go. We have to carry on. Are you alright?

- Moreno, wait. - I'll call you later.

Wait, we have more to talk about.

- Hi. - Hi.

- How are you? - Well...

- Oh, honey. - Careful...

Sorry, sorry.

What did they tell you?

I'm waiting on the results. But it's not serious.

Okay. Does it hurt?

Have you spoken to your parents?

- Do you want me to call them? - No, I don't want to worry them.

No?

- Okay. Have you eaten? - No.

Want me to get you something?

Okay. What do you need?

To finish talking to him.

Is that Moreno?

Okay.

Do you want me to go?

Okay.

You know I love you, right?

- I love you more than anything. - Right.

Okay, I'm going.

When you've got them I'll take a look.

Thanks.

Can you tell me...? No. Who tipped you off?

Pepe? Jeez...

And you believe it? Sure.

How many times do I have to tell you? With Pepe.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Good morning.

Do we know each other?

- Do you have a moment? - Have we been introduced?

- Not directly. - You don't ring a bell.

- I want my recordings. - And I want...

to be 30 years younger and have hair, miss.

I know you have them.

Cardois asked you to get them and you coerced Julio Rosales

to find out where they were.

I don't know what you're talking about.

- You don't know? - No.

Give them to me or I'll reveal that you faked the report on Adichie.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Come on, let's go home.

I'm telling you that I have statements from five riot police

and banking movements that prove it.

I spoke to the paper, they're waiting for proof.

I'm telling you,

I don't know what you're talking about.

Let's go.

If you're worried you'll be exposed because the judge recovers the tapes,

we can get the Romanians on something else. It won't be hard.

- Take the dog. - Let's go, champ.

I don't know what you're talking about!

People come to you because you're anonymous.

When your name starts to get around, you're worthless.

This is in your interest.

Get in.

Come on!

Go back, please.

Bag and phone. Come on.

- Are you holding anything? - Like...?

- Recorder, mike, what have you got? - Nothing.

I want to see. Show me.

I've got nothing.

Show me. Let's go!

Nothing.

Who are you with?

- What? - Who sent you?

- I came alone. - So Costa, Moreno and company

- don't know you're here. - No.

And you didn't tell your boyfriend that you were coming?

- What did you say? - Are you an idiot, Urquijo?

- You're an idiot, I'm telling you. - Maybe.

I'll ruin your life, eh?

It wouldn't be hard for me to ruin your life.

I've done it many times, like I did with your boss.

Is that clear?

Is that clear or not?

Go on, get out.

- Get out! - I don't care what you say!

If I get out of the car, I'll go straight to the paper.

Do you want us to destroy each other?

I only want my tapes, that way we both win.

No! Only you win, you win the case.

What?

Are you going to make me an offer?

You're thinking of making me an offer.

Preferential treatment in the trial. I can talk to Costa...

No, no, no. Please.

- I'm starting to get bored. - What else can I tell you?

You know very well, Miss Inspector from Internal Affairs.

- That won't happen. - I think it will.

I think it will happen, because you're a smart girl,

a smart girl like Diana Etxeveste.

But it's fine, it's alright.

This is like that matter of...

your hick friends with the nightsticks.

Nobody likes them, but they're necessary. Or not?

In life sometimes you have to do things that are uncomfortable.

Well, I'm necessary

and you are now a little too.

Go on, think it over... and call me.

There's a thing in Algeciras.

It's big, there's a lot of fuss.

That doesn't tell me much.

They've been after the commissioner for two years.

I believe he's a good friend of yours.

When would you have it?

Tomorrow.

Then you'll have yours tomorrow.

Well, well,

in the end this...

will be a good thing.

With everything that's going to happen in this country...

You'll see.

Can we drop you anywhere?

No.

Relax, bones ache when they grow.

Come on, that's enough.

The girl's not hungry.

- Insist, honey. - You insist, eh?

Come on.

- That enough, sweetie. - Where's the toiletry bag?

...the trial will seat on the bench

Francisco Cardois, Ex-Chief of Police,

Emilio Roca, real estate impresario

and Antonio Jiménez, former Town Planning councillor.

They will be on trial as of November 6,

accused of administrative malfeasance, coercion

and public document fraud,

for which the prosecutor is requesting 12 years in jail.

According to investigations, since 2013 the accused

have been manipulating evictions to favour firms in the conspiracy.

Along with the accused are three other members of the judiciary

and heads of the Riot Police.

You're not leaving us alone here, you bastard?

It's six days, babe. Six days and I'm back.

We're really going to miss you.

I'll be back on Monday.

You haven't seen the toiletry bag, have you?

No.

Junk food. All of this out, man.

Why? Because it builds up, it builds up here.

Fuck...

You have to give up donuts and smokes.

- Give up the smokes. - I thought about it, on January 2nd.

The main thing is the big three:

- No pasta, no dessert, no bread. - That's tough call.

- At least at night. - How are you doing? Nervous?

A bit.

- Ever been on an op like this? - No.

Relax, it's like everything. You have to be firm,

- cool, and if you get shit... - And a bit of swagger.

And then we're set.

Fuck.

You gotta be kidding me.

- Hello. - Hello. How's everything?

- Fine. You? - Good, good.

- Here on a break. - How is it up north?

No complaints, fine.

- How's Internal Affairs? - Hectic.

Hectic good or hectic bad?

- Very hectic. - Right, but you're alright?

Yes. Yeah, fine.

What was I going to say...? That I never thanked you.

No need.

No, there is. Thanks a lot.

It was all a bit weird, huh?

Weird how?

I don't know, weird,

it was all sorted out so fast.

Maybe I'll tell you one day.

Hey, I have to go.

Yes, me too.

Take care.

You too.

Coming, girl?

Yes, coming.

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