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Remember. No one can know your secret.

Sons of...

PREVIOUSLY

What the hell?

Yesterday when I left my house I had a family, a reason to live.

In one day and a half, I've died,

and resurrected.

I won't last much longer.

I don't have a life, this shit isn't life.

Correct. Now, all you have is me.

I am your Link , I monitor the first few hours.

Dep. Insp. Susana Vargas, a pleasure.

You didn't say I'd patrol with my daughter. That she's a cop.

Good.

-Are you from Internal Affairs? -No, I'm not...

I am...

Remember, no one can know your secret.

Fine. If those are your final words...

Mr. Vargas, you have a mission.

What?

You're not the only one who has returned to Earth, Mr. Vargas.

I know. I came with this guy.

You could have paid for his own lodging,

instead of sticking him with me.

-The Butcher is still alive. -And what do you want from me?

To hunt down that murderer.

Otherwise, the consequences could be

unpredictable.

Hello.

Hello. Are you there?

The Butcher.

Marquez!

My head.

Good morning. You'll need all your energy to begin your mission.

My mission?

-Our mission -I don't care about you.

My only mission is to get my family back.

Is your partner there?

Yes. Why?

-Invite him to dinner tomorrow. -What?

Marquez risked his life for you, it's the least we can do.

-Me? -Yes.

Ok, sure.

Where did he come from?

-His record is spotless. -Why is he here?

I don't know.

Today I'm meeting with my family

and I will do everything to get them back.

Hello.

You must be Marquez.

My grandfather Arturo.

Nice to meet you.

My wife was a gift from heaven,

as well as my two daughters.

I never would have imagined that I'd lose them,

and much less so suddenly.

If I could see my husband one more time again,

I'd tell him just one thing. That I was the lucky one.

By the way, I heard about the thing between you and Susana.

They have been through a lot.

For everyone's sake, don't make her suffer any more.

What the fuck?

Is he alright?

Yes.

No. No, he's not well.

-Why do you say that? -I don't mean to be rude,

but you're not telling me the truth.

Alzheimer's.

Yes.

You want to reconquer your wife, right?

More than anything else.

Then you have to face the facts.

Your life as Andres Vargas, is over.

It must be Manuel Marquez who wins her over.

What do you want?

To play father to the poor little orphan girl? Is that it?

You don't make the cut.

You could never measure up to the man my father was. Get it?

I know where the Butcher is hiding.

There's no doubt. The trail is still fresh.

We got him!

It think this is

the true source of energy.

Congratulations!

Today is my mother's birthday.

She hasn't celebrated her birthday in five years.

I'm throwing her a surprise party.

Happy birthday, darling.

I'm going to blow your fucking head off.

Excuse me?

Mr. Marquez! Are you alright now?

Idiot!

Ready, go.

Surprise!!

We passed in front of him and Teo insisted.

Bingo!

Is that piece of shit coming on to my wife?

Lately I feel like my husband

is closer than ever.

Stop searching for the accumulator.

I'll recover it. I promise. I'll find it no matter what.

No, do not seek it. Let everything take its course.

But it is Portal technology. We can't let it to roam around Earth.

It's protocol.

If it were to fall into the wrong hands--

No, it will not.

In fact, it is currently in the best hands

where it could possibly be.

What the hell?

We discussed this. You can't get on the bed!

Get off. On the floor!

On the floor.

Bed no, floor yes.

What the hell is this?

Good evening, Mr. Marquez.

He lit up! The pooch lit up!

He's a dog, not a traffic light.

I'm telling you the doggie emitted a red light.

-From where? -The tip of his ball sack.

That's biologically impossible.

Look, look! Look at the light.

Take a few steps back, please.

Turn off all the lights.

Interesting.

What the hell is this, a planetarium?

I don't know what a planetarium is, but this is not it.

Relax, I'll find out.

I'M ALIVE

Patri!

Hey! I waited for you for 20 minutes at the intersection.

-Where were you? -I almost didn't make it.

-Why not? -Because we broke into that house!

What if he works for the government? Or the Secret Service?

His nephew looks Russian.

Check this out. I don't know what this is,

but it's no ordinary stone.

What are you doing?

-Hello. -Hi.

Why did you bring it here?

I need to know its composition. I'm going to use the lab equipment.

Are you nuts? How could you bring that stone to school?

It might be, it might radioactive!

If we turn into mutants, it's on you!

I saw what this stone can do.

It's the piece I need to make contact again.

Well, well! The little sheep come to mother wolf.

Let's go.

Yum-yum.

Normal girls go to the bathroom to talk about boys,

but not you two.

You come in to talk about radios and stones.

Leave us alone.

Shut up, little lamb!

Did I say you could open your fucking mouth?

I'm not afraid of you.

Did you hear that?

She's not afraid of us.

The freaky little orphan isn't scared of us.

Well, I am. I'm terrified of both of you.

Don't listen to her. I can give you a cigarette when school's out, or...

Don't move or I'll rip this off her nose.

Let go!

-Kiss my feet. -What?

If you want me to let her go, kiss my feet!

You're a bitch!

Suck on them! It'll be the only thing you suck on in years.

-Let her go! -You have

three seconds.

I won't suck your damn feet! Let her go!

Let her go, Fanny!

I won't suck your feet!

-Put that phone away! -I'm counting.

I'm serious, let her go!

One.

Let her go!

Oink, oink. Look at the sow bleed!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Zero!

Damn it, girl!

What the fuck!

What was that?

What did we steal?

I don't know.

Patri? Patri!

Patri, are you okay?

Patri.

Mr. Marquez!

I brought you some pastries.

Have you heard of French toast?

Mr. Marquez?

What are you doing?

Trying to turn your screens on. How do you do it?

Like this.

-What for? -To get ourselves organized.

Project everything we have on the Butcher.

You brought me back to Earth for a reason.

To hunt this bastard. Right?

-Want some? -No thanks.

But you didn't tell me

that he's some kind of vampire from another dimension.

I wasn't aware of that.

OK. Get me the images we have of the people he's turned.

-One: Marvin Carranza. -Who tried to kill you.

-Two: Carlos Gandia. -The Scapegoat.

Will you stop interrupting me?

Three: the locksmith, who also tried to kill me.

He turned these people for a reason.

As a cop I have to wonder

why he turned the old lady from the guesthouse?

To kill me? The woman shot at me with a shotgun.

No. That was by chance.

Besides, with all respect, you're not the important one here.

The Butcher did not expect us to be there.

Have you learned anything about

-this discotheque? - Nein .

Only that it's hostile technology.

Bad guys have their gadgets, too.

Well, keep working on this, because it's the only clue we have.

-I'm off to the police station. -Mr. Marquez.

What's up?

Here. Take this French toast. Earned with hard labor.

You're polishing up on proverbs?

Yes. They are a well of knowledge.

But knowledge without wisdom...

Early to bed, early to rise makes you healthy, rich, and wise.

Well said.

Have a good day. Grab the bull by the horns!

-Is the meeting over already? -Ten minutes ago.

Fuck me.

Inspector Marquez!

My office.

Close the door and sit down.

Do you wear a watch?

Yes.

-Do you check it? -Of course.

No. No, you don't.

What happens when people don't check their watch

in this police station or anywhere else?

-They're late. -Sorry.

Don't ever be late again. Did you understand what I said?

I'll try to avoid it.

But nobody's perfect, right?

-Do you need more duties? -No.

I'm just getting to know the neighborhood.

Wait, wait. I didn't call you here only for that.

I want to discuss a more personal matter.

More personal?

Did you know about the tapes?

What tapes?

Vargas recorded a tape for Laura every year on her birthday.

Very few people knew.

I don't see what you're getting at.

You show up at her party with a cassette player.

That's a bit strange, isn't it?

It was a gift from our younger days. A simple coincidence.

Perhaps. But those people are like a family to me.

In fact, they are my family.

I don't want anyone messing it up, reminding them of the past. Got it?

You mean Vargas's.

Sorry?

That's not your family.

They're Andres Vargas's family.

Andres Vargas died.

You can go now.

Yesterday,

your little speech at the birthday party...

You may fool everyone else, but not me.

I know what you're doing.

What am I supposedly doing?

You want to take Vargas's wife.

His family. His life.

Shut up or I'll destroy you, fucker.

I know who you are.

I know what you were like before being commissioner.

Oscar Santos, the drunkard gambling addict.

The son of a bitch who left his partner to die,

all just to play a game of cards.

Do you feel remorse?

Do you still have a clear conscience?

Who the fuck are you? Why did you come to this station?

Stay away from Vargas's wife. Do you hear me?

If you approach her again you'll have to deal with me.

What did he want?

To remind me to be on time.

He really came down hard on you.

Looks like you have a sword up your ass.

More or less.

-What do we have here? -A 512.

A 512?

-You like them? -I hate 512's.

Let's start with this one.

The electricity bill. One hundred and seventy Euros.

What?

It's gone up. This is because of that girl and her radio.

No way. It's all the ghosts.

What do you mean it's the ghosts?

The chargers, the TV, everything we leave on,

that sucks up electricity.

Phantom power, they call it.

You really are a ghost. Hand me another bill.

Water.

We better leave this one for last.

Fuck!

I told you we better leave it for last.

Oscar.

Laura. Did I catch you at a bad time?

No. No. I'm here with Arturo looking over bills.

By the way, he says hi.

What is it?

There's an eighties cinema cycle this afternoon.

My sister canceled on me at the last minute,

and I have two tickets. Are you up for it?

To the movies?

Two words: "Dirty Dancing".

The first movie?

You can't say no to a film about love and a guy in tights.

Alright.

Should I pick you up?

No. Tell me where it is, we'll meet there.

OK, see you then.

Fine. See you later.

So long.

So long.

What's the matter?

Nothing. You're going to the movies with Santos?

Yes. Are you going to stop me?

No.

He's been hovering around here a lot.

Oh, please, Arturo. It's Santos.

And don't say "hover". He isn't a bird.

Hand me another bill.

The coats we got for the girls.

Darn it, winter's an expensive season.

Link? Who is Link?

It's a joke between my nephew and me.

What's up, Iago?

I want to tell you of my progress with the lights on the collar,

and ask how your day was going. You left so fast.

Sorry, I can't talk right now.

Is your daughter there?

Exactly.

Then I'll be brief.

I tried to figure out the meaning of the red dots.

First I thought of constellations, then points on a map.

I can't talk now, I told you. Wrap it up, please.

Finally, I only found one image that matches some of the points.

Do you know Cobi?

The mascot from the Olympic Games?

Exactly.

If we turn Cobi 90 degrees to the right,

several points match.

One of them at the creature's mouth.

In other words, you have nothing.

Right. And we don't know how this relates to the Butcher.

In other words, I'm bored.

See you later, Iago.

Goodbye, Mr. Marquez.

You talked about Cobi?

Forget it.

Is this Espino street?

Yes, an old lady disappeared, the owner of a guesthouse.

I think this is a lot worse than it seems.

Let's go.

Yes, let's go.

Yes, it's starting to look like him.

His bangs were lower on his forehead.

He should be smiling more.

And he had no eyebrows.

-His nose was flatter. -No, it was wider.

Who are they?

These are the witnesses.

They heard screams and a fuss yesterday,

and claim they saw a man in a suit walk out, posing as a cop.

And he had a badge.

Did they see the name on the badge?

No. And they're driving me crazy.

I'm sure they are.

Do we have the artist's sketch?

His gaze was very intense.

And he had fair skin,

just like Saint Pancrazio.

His face looked like a butthole, jot that down.

Draw it. An asshole face. Do You know what that is?

They've been like this for an hour The sketch will be useless.

Yeah, of course.

Well, excuse me.

-Go ahead, dear. -Thank you. Excuse me.

Excuse us.

Any theories?

I doubt she ran away with a guy on a Harley.

It could be a robbery.

There's nothing missing.

Mr. Marquez, I have something terrible to confess.

Was she shot at close range?

I don't think so.

Do you think they locked her in here?

Remember how thin she was? She couldn't have broken the door.

Maybe she was possessed.

Yeah, I'm sure.

What happened to the body?

Who knows, the neighbors were at the entrance.

They would have seen it.

What are you doing?

You think they threw her like in movies?

Out the window?

No, I don't think so.

Cris, did you investigate if she had any family,

who she was with hours before?

Not much info. We'll keep asking around.

OK. See if anyone saw the man in the fucking suit.

Shall we?

Alright, yeah.

Talk to me, gorgeous.

Hello there.

-What are you doing? -And you?

I came to see Laura. Girl issues.

Can I drop in later?

Sure! I'll make the best

papas a la brava you've had in Vallecas.

You really know how to win me over.

I have to hang up.

So long. I'll have the food ready.

Was that Sebas? You two make the cutest couple.

Soon we can double date together.

Me and Sebas, and you and Santos. Tell me everything!

Tell me!

"Dirty Dancing"?

That's right.

Adorable. The Commissioner's so cute. No, don't go. Tell me!

It may sound stupid, but I'm having second thoughts.

Second thoughts about what? Your evil addiction to musicals?

Maria, you know perfectly well that I only ever went out with Andres.

If you mean taking your ass and sitting it down in the cinema,

yes, you are going out.

With someone.

-With Santos. -With Santos.

Look, I'm saying this because I love you.

It's time for you to stop mourning.

Not only for your daughters, but everyone who cares for you.

No, I don't want to.

Are you stupid?

Sorry about that.

You'll always love Andres,

and he'll live on in your heart.

Come on, you're only going to the movies,

not to a motel to bump uglies, which by the way, would suit you.

I don't understand why I'm freaking out over this.

I mean, Oscar has always been our best friend

and I suppose the only thing he wants

is to restore the friendship and get back to normal.

Normal. There you have it.

Besides, that mustache of his must give a good tickle,

and I won't say where.

-You're so crass. -Yes, I am!

-Someone should tell him to shave. -No, please! It's his French air.

I'm going to make some coffee. You're filthy!

Good. No one will bother us here. Come on.

Let's sit here.

-What are we doing here? -I want to check something.

It still hurts. They almost tore my nose off.

-Why didn't you fight back? -I believe in universal justice.

Soon, I'll be in college and she'll be pregnant.

In ten years, I'll be rich and she'll be a trophy wife.

-Put that away! -Patri, please.

Do you think the stone blew out those light bulbs?

I don't know.

That's why we're here, because I need to test it.

-Take out your electronic devices. -What for?

Patri. Take them out, please.

And open them.

Now what?

-We put our hands on the stone. -No. No. No way.

Patri.

Did you see that?

It's us. It's our energy that makes the stone work.

-It's just a conduit. -I'm getting goosebumps.

Let's put everything further away, to see how powerful it is.

You're a genius... sometimes.

Thank you.

Don't let it go to your head.

Inspector, do you have a moment?

I'll turn off the computer and go home. Shall I wait for you?

No. Come on.

Damn my fucking life.

What do you want?

We haven't had a chance to talk.

Nothing. I'm sorry you ran into Sandra.

You know, she never comes here.

Your wife. Not "Sandra". Your wife.

Alright. Well, I'm sorry.

Yeah, I'm sorry too, David.

All of this was a mistake and always has been.

We can't keep having the same conversation, over and over.

Your wife doesn't deserve a cheater, your son deserves a father,

and I deserve to be a priority.

I'm going to leave her. I swear, I just need some time.

There is no more time. It's over.

It's over?

You're leaving me? That's it?

Tell me you don't love me, tell me you feel nothing.

It's over, David. Forever.

-Are you okay? -Never better.

-Iago? -In here, Mr. Marquez!

How do you like to be a murder suspect?

I don't like it at all.

You were this close to becoming one.

-Me? -You. Yes. You.

The old people you talked to at the guesthouse

said they saw a guy just like you dressed in a suit.

-The police are on my heels? -What?

I was watching a gangster movie and I liked their jargon.

You gave up on proverbs?

No. Too much of anything is a bad thing, Mr. Marquez.

So... I'm a suspect now?

Relax. They couldn't tell a ficus plant from Chuck Norris.

But, next time be a little more discrete.

I'm as stealthy as they come, always low profile.

Just like a chameleon.

Where are you going?

I'm going to sleep.

But it's still light out, and I made you some cordon bleus.

I appreciate it, but I'll eat them tomorrow.

Mr. Marquez, if you're saying no to cordon bleus,

something is very wrong with you.

How was work?

Can you imagine my nuts getting stuffed into a blender?

That's how it was, more or less.

-What happened? -Nothing at all.

Mr. Marquez... talk to your Link.

Tell me. What's worrying you?

My former best friend, the biggest scumbag in the world,

-is coming on to my wife. -We already knew this.

I told him I'll rip his dick off if he tries to approach her again.

What? No. Very bad, Mr. Marquez. Emotional intelligence!

It just came out.

Laura is the only woman I've ever been with.

We were made for each other.

I don't know how I'm going to make her fall for me again.

Years ago,

I accompanied a venerable old man on his journey to the other side.

The kind of men that are extinct.

That man gave me some advice.

He said that to win a woman's heart you need lips, Viagra ...

or a pick and shovel. Today I give you that same advice.

Who was this enlightened man?

-Dr. Puga. -Who?

Dr. Julio Iglesias Puga, father of Julio Iglesias, the legend.

Didn't they call this guy Papuchi?

Exactly.

Fuck me!

A whole series of leading men.

Listen to Mr. Papuchi, Mr. Marquez.

You must take swift action with Laura.

Using a pick and shovel. Beat Santos to the punch.

But how? Because I'm not myself.

Did he tell you how make a woman fall for a man who's possessed?

Pick and shovel, Mr. Marquez. It comes down to pick and shovel.

Where are you going?

To sleep, but this time forever.

Hi there.

Human love is very hard, Papuchi.

Can I call you Papuchi?

What a man!

He flirted with half the women on the other side, that scoundrel.

The movie has aged wonderfully.

What are you telling me?

There is only one movie worse than Dirty Dancing ,

and it's Dirty Dancing 2 .

You joked during the whole film.

No. I wasn't making fun of it.

Sorry, you were doing it the entire time.

No way. I didn't. No, I didn't do that.

Watch me, watch me.

Don't do that to me!

Why not? Please, not a word about this to your daughter.

-I'll take it to my grave. -To your grave?

-All you need is a toupee. -Don't joke about a toupee.

Respect is earned in years and lost in a day.

I won't tell my girl about your perversions.

That's better. Better. OK.

That's so foolish!

-You could let your hair grow a bit. -Absolutely not.

-Why not? -No way.

-You should let it grow out... -For a toupee?

Not a toupee, but...

a cup of coffee? It's still early.

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry. -No, it's okay.

It's okay.

-I have to go. -Of course.

Laura.

-I'm sorry. -It's fine.

Seriously, it's fine. It's just me...

Thanks for the movie.

Hello.

Susana! I can't remember the last time I last saw you here

outside working hours.

Not that. I want a gin and tonic.

Sure, anything you want.

There.

One for me, Mr. Sebas. Please.

-Good evening. -Good evening.

I won't be drinking alone after all.

Where's your uncle?

At home. He needed his space today, and I decided to go out.

Of course. To Sebas's bar, where you can go wild.

-Have you had dinner? -No.

-Careful, don't drink too much. -Relax. I don't get drunk.

Fine then.

One more!

-You're going kind of fast. -I am.

-Your phone is ringing. -Yeah.

It's nothing.

Sebas, pour us two shots of tequila, instead. Alright?

I've never tried that liquor.

You've never tried tequila? This liquor will change your life.

No! What are you doing?

Wait, you beast. This is how you do it.

Salt.

You lick the salt. Shot of tequila in one swig.

And then lime.

Salt...

Come on! Shoot it back, all the way!

Another one?

Three shots!

Let me tell you something.

You should have seen me in my heyday, kid.

I was the queen of all bars. Queen of all bars.

Why did the queen decide to return to the bars tonight?

Mr. Sebas, you know, these glasses are so tiny.

Hardly anything fits. Can you fill them up a little more?

I'll just give you the bottle,

and stop pestering me, huh?

What's up?

Well, you see,

today I broke up... with a friend,

or a boyfriend,

who was married and I felt bad, you know?

But you dumped him.

Like a champ.

So then you shouldn't be drinking to forget.

I shouldn't?

What you did is heroic.

You realized your mistake, and you solved it.

After two years, but yes.

Time is very relative. I could go on forever about that.

-You know about these things? -The fact is, you left him.

I don't understand why you're at a bar instead of him.

Who, David?

-He's the one who got dumped, right? -Yes.

-And you're the dumpee. -Yes, I am.

And you are not just any dumpee.

You're you.

And what does that mean?

Well, I haven't met many other women...

-I see. -...who are alive, I mean.

One does not encounter a woman like you very often.

Beautiful, pleasant, intelligent, fun to be around.

-That's a lot. -I'm missing a finger.

And that's why it's David who should be here getting drunk.

You're so cute, Iago.

Don't laugh, I mean it.

Tequila Squad, I have to start closing up shop.

Do you want to continue the party somewhere else?

Where?

Fuck! Quite an elaborate display you have here, right?

Wait a minute!

-Pull them off. Can you? -Yes.

-Take it off. -I'm trying.

I'm figuring it out.

Life is so beautiful!

For fuck's sake.

I have never--

Those people are like family to me. In fact, they are my family.

There's nothing brutal enough to destroy a family

if it depends on the courage and strength of a woman.

Your life as Andres Vargas is over.

Andres Vargas died.

One more day.

Good morning. Take care of your dog.

He's been whining all night. Get it?

Yes. Mr. Marquez, I'm sorry. I'll get dressed,

I'll make you breakfast and we'll talk, please.

What's this?

What are you, the womanizer of galaxies?

Who is it? Who?

Mr. Marquez, I'll tell you about it later.

Yeah and when you do, I want every detail. Alright?

Hey, could this be

the little blond chick from the third floor?

No. I'm not the little blond chick.

I'm not the blond from the third floor.

I'm gonna go because, well...

I'll see you later, at the station, Inspector.

Good night-- I mean good morning.

Are you fucking shitting me?

Mr. Marquez, you are wrong in every way.

I didn't take advantage of her.

She was in pain, I alleviated it.

You alleviated it? Run for your life.

Please keep in mind that I don't regenerate.

Of course. That's the idea.

Out of all the women on this planet, you had to...

with my daughter!

Squeeze the trigger, Mr. Marquez.

Doing this to the only being I care for is unforgivable.

I deserve it. You deserve a Link better than me.

Go ahead, shoot.

Go. Get out of here.

If I see you around, you won't be able to hide.

Come on! Come on!

Wait. Wait. Wait. Just a minute.

This thing is yours, isn't it? Out!

Let's go, Papuchi.

Good morning, dear. Why are you up so early?

Don't heat milk in the microwave. Do it in a pot, it's healthier.

I'll eat in my room.

Where are you going? What's wrong with you?

-May the Lord grant a good morning. -Good morning.

You want to discuss this in front of Grandpa?

Talk about what?

I saw Mom yesterday.

-She and Santos were kissing. -What?

You kissed Santos?

Alright. Sit down. I said sit down.

Listen. I'm only going to say this once.

I don't have to explain myself, but because we are all

honest in this house and tell each other everything,

I did not kiss Santos.

After the movie, he walked me home and kissed me.

It was a mistake, and he apologized. And that's it.

-You didn't seem very upset. -Watch it, Bea.

He's Dad's partner! Mom. That's wrong! It's so dirty!

Listen, honey.

In this house we have spent many, many years, crying over Dad's death.

And it's been very hard. For all of us.

I'm not looking for anything. or anyone,

but life goes on. And for me too.

I don't get it!

There's nothing to get, just listen your mother.

-Wasn't Dad the love of your life? -He was, is and will be. Always.

-Why do you need another man?! -But I'm not with another man.

You kissed another man who was not Dad!

You claim to love him, but you're forgetting him!

You're all forgetting him!

Going on with our lives as if nothing happened is forgetting Dad!

I will always defend your decisions, Laura.

Hello.

Where were you? That was quite a long night, wasn't it?

Yes. I went to Sebas's bar, and I ran into a friend.

And you know, one thing led to another--

Mom kissed Santos.

What all did I miss?

Damn it, Susana. If this is your new life, congratulations.

What gives you the right to judge?

As your superior, I'd appreciate it

if you didn't' show up reeking of alcohol. I'm just saying.

Take a few days off.

Rest, get drunk, go wild if you need to.

But straighten up. We'll talk later.

So long.

Marquez. Sorry about this morning.

-Just drop it, please. -But...

-I don't want to talk about it! -Alright, alright.

It's done.

-I've come to brighten up your day. -I doubt it.

Fuck, I really hate him.

So, what do you have?

I've been reviewing the reports on yesterday's statements,

and I think there's something.

Several neighbors have seen

a red Cadillac convertible cruising in the district.

In front of the guesthouse.

One shop owner said he saw someone throw a large object from above.

Fuck me! They threw her out.

They killed her and threw her out.

They killed her and threw her out the window.

Thank you, Cristina.

-There's more. -What?

This is Marvin Carranza's case. Remember when he stole the crossbow?

Let me see.

"Two officers from the local police..."

"The suspect in question

was driving a stolen convertible."

It might be the same suspect.

Any description of the driver?

It's not very specific, but it's your case now.

Fine. When is your exam for Deputy Inspector?

In a month.

You'll knock 'em dead. Very good! Thanks.

-Let the Commissioner know. -Yes.

Shall we go?

Where?

To talk to those officers. I want to hear their version.

Come on, let's go.

What are you doing?

We need to talk. I can't act like nothing happened.

I'm not like that.

I'm really sorry. I'm sorry about this morning.

I told you. Let's bury the hatchet. Please.

It's not just that! It's wrong.

It's wrong to go to your partner's place and do his nephew.

It's not right. It's wrong.

Susana, it's water under the bridge, OK?

Don't apologize, it wasn't your fault.

-How was it not my fault? -You're not to blame.

Who do you think fucked who?

Can we avoid using that word, please?

No. No, I was the one who fucked your nephew.

And I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I used him.

He's a really good guy, but he's also really hot.

I'm sorry. And now if you want, we can bury the hatchet.

I have a terrible hangover.

You shouldn't drink.

-Typical father. -What?

You sound like a typical father.

I changed my mind about returning the stone.

She's crazy.

I don't know, but that stone has a power

that we could sell for a fortune and go to the Bahamas.

-We won't sell it. -I'm no expert about this,

but there are black markets on the Internet.

They would snatch it in a second!

Bea!

Did you recover the video?

That bitch fucked up my phone and my mom won't buy me a new one.

Your phone got fucked up and so did all the lights.

Let's figure out how the hell she did it.

You've got many secrets, little lamb.

Like I said, it's all in my report.

I stopped the car, right there.

-A white Corvette, right? -Whiter than Iniesta.

Anyway, like I said it's all in the report.

Enough. We won't get anything else from him.

No, wait a minute.

You described the car, but there is nothing here about the driver.

Male, blue eyes, about thirty.

How was he dressed?

The individual looked like he came from a wedding. In Ibiza.

-Was he wearing a white shirt? -And he had an ass face.

Very well, agent. Thank you. You've been a great help.

The suspect matches the man from the guesthouse.

It's related to Marvin Carranza.

This means we have an abductor who is an alleged murderer

with a penchant for convertibles,

who wears white clothes, and has an ass face.

Do you realize you're describing my sweet little nephew?

I can't imagine him doing anything bad.

My nephew? Well, you should know, right?

Excuse me. There is one more thing.

I didn't put this in the report because it sounded crazy,

but the guy was wearing a weird pair of glasses.

He called it a detector for entities that are exiled.

No. Erectile... No.

That are hostile.

-Hostile Detector? -Confirmed.

It's totally confirmed. We are facing an authentic asshole.

Thank you, Agent.

Talk to me, Maria.

Your mom won't pick up. How was her outing with Santos?

I can't talk right now.

Come on. Give me a quick summary.

They had a goodbye kiss.

-No! -Yes.

-Well! -Let her tell you herself.

I will as soon as I can.

Goodbye kiss? Your mother?

-You want to hear the gossip too? -No. Who'd she kiss?

Name the sin, not the sinner. Put your seat belt on.

That mother fucking son a bitch.

A shot to lighten up your life.

Thank you.

Hey, Sebas.

Can I ask you a question?

It depends. It always depends.

You were close to the Commissioner, right?

Guilty. And Andres is guilty too. We were inseparable.

I don't see him much around here.

Well, Santos and I...

That's between us two.

Of course, I'm a stranger.

You won't tell me your life story.

You sly dog!

What?

I used to be a cop too, damnit. And that's Interrogation 101.

I was just testing you.

Why are you interested in Santos?

Because he's my boss.

You know what I did with informants?

When they gave me the goods, I would compensate them.

Information for information.

Exactly, champ.

I ask you, and you can ask me.

What do you want to know about me?

-Are you from Internal Affairs? -No.

Are you investigating Santos?

-Why would I investigate him? -Nothing. No reason.

These are just things that come to me. All of a sudden.

I think you know that bastard Santos as well as I do,

so I don't have to say anything.

But don't trust him.

He's a piece of shit.

My man!

The tequila man.

Where did you leave Vargas, or where did she leave you?

Hello, Mr. Sebas. May I please have a glass of water?

For a hangover, some gazpacho is better.

OK.

May I sit here?

I have no excuse, Mr. Marquez.

Even if you forgive me, I will never forgive myself for what I did.

With three billion women around, you had to do it with my daughter.

I put my heart into it.

Let's not go into details, kid! Don't give me details.

I didn't even know that jalopy of yours was functional.

You mean my reproductive organ?

Shut up! Shut your damn mouth!

I don't want to hear a word about what happened,

not today, not tomorrow, not ever. Clear?

Does that mean you forgive me?

It means Laura went out with Santos, he kissed her,

and I don't want to get pissed off at you too. That's what.

I'm sorry.

By the way, they're looking for a guy with blue eyes and a white shirt

for double murder and kidnapping.

It's double homicide now?

Marvin Carranza and the old lady.

Who would drive around in a convertible?

Who?

Mr. Marquez!

You'll be in trouble if you're caught. We both will.

It's not about that.

You see, maybe I don't know much about love between human beings,

but I know you can't give up.

You must fight for what you want.

Go home to your wife. Declare your love for her.

Sabotage Santos. Do whatever you have to do, just fight for her.

Where are you going?

I want to be alone.

What the hell, I'm already alone.

You want a congratulatory hug?

Your loss.

Welcome to the non-mourning world, the twenty-first century.

I've been a total shit, Maria.

Woman, it was just a peck.

It should not have happened. Period.

Have you talked to Santos?

Don't feel guilty, dear. You didn't do anything wrong.

Then why do I feel like I'm betraying him all the time?

I mean, that I have betrayed him.

What if it were him?

What do you mean?

If it were you who had died in an accident, and not Andres.

What would you want for him?

I'd want him to be happy.

By himself?

Santos is a good man.

The kiss was a mistake. He rushed it.

But, come on, if I were you, I'd give him a chance.

Bea saw us kissing. She hates me.

If not that, it would be something else.

She's a teenager, it's her job.

Let's eat out and celebrate?

Your first kiss!

We'll really live it up the first time you two have sex!

-Maria! Stop it! -Come, let's go.

Don't be so vulgar.

Come on. Let's go, Mario, harder. Come on, man, keep going.

Come on.

Damnit, did you skip breakfast this morning? Come on, let's go!

Roberto, try harder!

I'm going to have a heart attack, I can't keep going.

Patri, what's wrong? Move!

-I can't go on anymore. -Yes you can, one more sit-up.

Come on, do it! Come on!

I really can't.

Let's see a greater effort from you. Come on!

That bitch has the tackiest backpack in the whole school.

-Keep an eye out. -Let's pee in it?

We are ladies. We'll steal something.

Ruth! This is what was in her hand in the bathroom. That geek.

What can it be?

Something important to her, and now it's ours.

Don't you dare!

When will you learn, little lamb? Your life is mine.

I'm no little lamb.

Give me that stone or whatever it is.

-No. -Where the fuck are you going?

Give it to me!

It's mine!!

Shit!

Ruth!

What's going on here?

-Nothing. -We were just leaving.

What happened?

Nothing.

Are you OK? What happened?

This is a message from your Link, Mr. Marquez.

I cannot locate you and I'm worried that you might do something stupid,

and you know, it's better to be safe than sorry.

I promise I'll drop the proverbs. Please call me, Mr. Marquez.

Can I help you with anything?

You startled me.

Yesterday, in the rush, you never introduced me to your dog.

-Papuchi. -Papuchi?

That's his name.

Papuchi's happier to see me than you.

No. You caught me by surprise, that's all.

Yeah. I thought you were at home and wanted to talk to you.

-I wanted to talk to you too. -You did?

-Let's go inside? -No!

No, no.

Fine.

Susana,

I am afraid we can't continue our relationship.

What relationship?

Our relationship, Susana. Our relationship.

I don't want to hurt you,

or promise you a future that I won't deliver.

I am destined to return to my place of origin.

To Moaña.

To Moaña. I see.

It could be in a month, or it could be in a year,

but that day will come.

A woman like you deserves someone who loves her and takes care of her

every day for the rest of her life.

I...

I came to tell you the same thing.

That right now I need to be alone.

If we're on the same page,

we'll always have the colorful lights.

By the way, what you did yesterday

was from out of this world.

See you later.

Are you okay?

I did what I had to do.

Sure you don't want to talk about it? Whatever it is.

No. I prefer to focus on our mission.

The collar.

-The collar. -Come here, Papuchi.

Do we know what it has to do with the Butcher?

No.

So,

the Butcher was at the guesthouse hours before you arrived.

That's all we know.

The trail was fresh.

INVITATION TO AWARD CEREMONY MEDAL RECIPIENT: OSCAR SANTOS

No. I don't want any whining. I don't want complaints.

I understand you're angry at me. I understand. We have to talk.

But not now, because it's late. How about tomorrow?

OK.

Good night, don't stay up late.

What are you?

Dad?

Dad.

ON THE NEXT EPISODE -Are you listening to rap music?

Yes, it goes with my clothing. I'm incognito.

Are you looking for me? What should I do?

Bea, you're brilliant,

but that stone that you took from our house is not a toy.

Stop!

I don't know what to do!

POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS

What?

Allow me to tell you that today

you look truly spectacular.

Rub it on me, I'm still in pain from last time.

No way kid, do it yourself.

A really weird guy in a hood came by.

I called you, like you told me.

Hold on!

We are a team, we live together. We investigate together.

I'm getting a medal tomorrow, and I'd love it if you were there.

Is it formal dress?

Long time no see, Mr. Vargas.

No, I'm not going to seduce my friend's wife, my partner's wife.

I'm going to marry her.

Over my dead body.

No, over Andres Vargas's dead body.

-Was it you? -What?

You had an affair with David? You were his partner.

Sandra.

Who are you? Don't lie to me.

Don't take me for an idiot.

You think the Butcher will crash the ceremony?

Of course.

We can't stop the event based on a hunch.

But my family's going to be there.

Dad, I missed you so much.

So much!

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