La casa de papel (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - El día de la marmota - full transcript

THE FACTS AND SCENARIOS
REPRESENTED IN THIS SERIES
ARE FICTITIOUS

Abort! They've changed their face masks.
They're not wearing the Dali ones.

They're going straight to their slaughter.
-What?

Listen up, do not go in.

Suárez, do you read me?

Target reached.

We're proceeding to remove the flap
and we'll be in.

Suárez, do you read me?
They've changed the face masks.

There's interference. Command
post, do you copy? I can't hear you.

They're not wearing the Dali face masks!
It's fucking suicide.

Do not go in...

"That's an order!
They have changed their masks.

They're not wearing the Dali face masks."

"Attention, do you read me?
Do not go in!"

-"We're aborting the operation."
-Damn!

We're aborting the operation.

Berlin, everyone can relax now.

Plan B has worked as planned.
They're withdrawing.

33 HOURS INTO THE ROBBERY

-Who the fuck was on those face masks?
-I don't know.

Their mouth was open kind of,
as in distress.

Like, I can't say,
"The Scream" from Munch. That one.

SUNDAY
10:09PM

Munch, the Expressionist painter!

Dali, Munch... Which will be the next one?

You don't know how happy it makes me
that you ask that question, inspector.

If you had to change it,
which painter would you choose?

Sorry... I don't know, Picasso, perhaps?

-Goya.
-Goya.

Velázquez.

Velázquez...

Da Vinci. Yes, with a beard.

-I like it, a beard.
-Andy Warhol.

-The soup guy?
-Andy Warhol? Ángel.

Yes, Andy Warhol,
the one who painted Marilyn.

He's a painter...

a very well-known, iconic painter.

The hair and the glasses.

Ángel, you're full of surprises.

Full of surprises
with a microphone in your glasses.

They could change the face masks every day
for a month

and we wouldn't be able
to ever be ahead of them.

But that's not the crux of the matter,
inspector, and you know it.

"But that's not important, otherwise..."

How the fuck did they know
we were inside?

How long did they spend studying
all our next steps each second?

If I'm honest with you, half of my life.

How long do they expect
to be inside there?

Not long, only 9 more days.
10, 11 the longest.

We're playing a fucking game of chess,

"and they're beating us."

But I have a Trojan horse, inspector.
You have little chance to beat me.

It's time to think carefully...

to look back,

go back to the starting point.

We all know this started long time ago.

We know that those who were inside
had been there before.

We have footage of Cortés
and Oliveira entering the museum.

"But did they enter alone?

Was it the first time or the last one?

How many times did they visit it?"

Did they speak to anyone?
A sign, a look...

and, more important, did they
leave any fucking string to pull?

"I want you to go through
the CCTV footage again

and check them second by second."

The rest of us will try to rest.

Some of you haven't slept
for over 30 hours.

Suárez, give me a call
if anything happens.

You're in command.

"Affray in Marcelo Usera, any unit near?"

Please,

leave channel eight free
for the hostages crisis!

"No-one uses channel eight, thank you!"

Listen, Raquel.
Fancy a bite before going home?

Between eating and sleeping,
I'd choose the former, but...

I'm worn out, Ángel.

I'm sorry, thanks.

"Have you ever thought
that if you could go back in time

you probably wouldn't make
the same decisions?

Look at me, for example:

if the Professor hadn't
encountered me that day,

they might have had to
plan everything completely differently,

and without me."

How does this sound:
2400 million euros?

I guess at this point
I have only two options.

-I see only one.
-I could give myself up,

rehabilitate myself behind bars,

play basketball,
go to Mass...

and get out aged 50,
knowing all about cooking.

That...

or I could let the snowball
continue downhill and get even larger.

So...?

What do you choose?

I choose the snowball.

"And we all make our own snowballs
with our bad decisions,

snowballs that get bigger and bigger,
like the rock in Indiana Jones,

and roll along behind you to squash you.

To Berlin, it didn't matter
how shitty his snowball was,

nor how big.

He knew that, no matter what
happened, he would not go to jail.

And Allison Parker?

That hypocrite had also
made a bad decision:

not to go to the ballet audition
at the Martha Graham school

but instead to go hiking with Pablito,

the fucking asshole.

All decisions
we've taken in the past

lead us inexorably
towards our future.

That is what Rio was going to realise...
as soon as he switched on

the only television set
we allowed to remain in the building,

in case at any point we lost
communication with the professor."

Turn it on, kid!
Turn it on, see what they say about us.

This is bigger
than the great train robbery!

"A yet unknown number
of robbers gained access...

What do the robbers want?"

This is a big one!

"Do they want to attack the system?"

My goodness!
Not even the Americans could have done it!

This is made in Spain but with M-16s!
Beat it!

Shit, my parents!

"An adolescent... a bit of a weirdo...

"Shy...
-Shy.

Our son was always locked in his room,

but we thought he was
playing computer games or...

But one never thinks
that their kid is a criminal.

And then... you see him on TV
with a rifle, shooting,

with 60 people all locked up.

-And you see he's like those jihadists.
-Paco...

-He isn't our son anymore.

-Please, don't say that.

-For me... For me it's like he's dead.

-But, Paco...

We have just heard the words
of one of the parents, heartbroken..."

The professor said no news from outside.

"But he had also said he wanted
a 'white' robbery, without blood,

without violence,

only with intelligence...

We could perpetrate
the theft of the century.

But sometimes intelligence
alone is not enough

to stop the snowball
rolling towards you.

And then you have to run...

and run...

and run.

But I'm getting ahead of myself,

that part of the story is yet to come."

Ángel, yes.

"Hello, Raquel.

Were you sleeping?"

No, no, no, what's the matter?

No, no, no, no. Nothing, relax.

Look, I've been thinking.
Have you got a minute?

Give her a rest, man,
she must be worn out.

Yes, sure, yes.

Sorry to be so direct:
what was all that about Andy Warhol?

-Sorry?
-"That, about being full of surprises."

What's wrong with me, I'm not supposed
to like museums or modern painters?

I'm not supposed
to like something other than the Atleti?

Yes, of course you are.

It took me by... surprise,
because I didn't know.

"The same way I didn't know
you were an Atleti supporter".

-But it suits me, doesn't it?
-Yes, it does.

Yes, it does.

Listen, Ángel, I'm really tired.
Can we speak tomorrow?

The guy I saw you with,
you were holding hands.

Would you sleep with him?

-"Tell me, I want to know."
-Ángel, what's all this about now?

Would you sleep with him, yes or no?

Answer me.

Well, yes, I would, why not?

"I'm a single, 40 year-old woman,"

and the truth is
that I could do with a good bang,

to... have something different
to think about.

So sure, I would.

And, so what?

I understand.

You would give anyone a chance.
I understand.

Ángel...

What happened between you and me
in Cercedilla was a fling.

"Eight years have passed and, look,"

I made a clean cut
because we're colleagues.

-And friends, Raquel.
-And friends.

-And you're married, Ángel.
-"I'm married."

Because you said
it wouldn't work between colleagues.

"Then you got married,
and on top of that with a colleague."

And because you never see me like...
a winner, you always see me

like the loser who is not...
supposed to like Andy Warhol.

"But if for a moment
you would see me as a man,"

I promise you it would take me
less than ten minutes to leave Carmen...

Forgive me. Raquel, I'm sorry. Damn,
I don't know what I'm saying, anymore.

"It's this... job,
which is driving us mad."

Yes, yes, that's true, all of us.

"Ángel, it's late. Go to bed, huh?
We'll talk tomorrow."

-Good night, Raquel.
-"Good night."

Who were you talking to?

I can't believe you were spying on me.

-I couldn't help but overhear.

Go to sleep, it's late.

Too late. Now, I can't sleep.

Let's see, tell me, what's wrong now?

-What?
-Two suitors.

He's not a suitor,
it's Ángel, a colleague.

Ah, I thought
you were making him feel jealous

with the stranger in the bar,
the one from the beers.

Please, mum, I wasn't making him jealous!

And you... don't close any doors.

And now that you're not married,
you can go around playing the field.

-Ah, playing the field.
-Yes, playing the field.

Of course.

Kiddo, in the end love is...

what makes us see life in a different way.

And you lately just see
the dark side of everything.

It may mean that
you haven't got over... all this.

Let's see, mum, let's see,
what haven't I got over, eh?

Do you also think that
I pressed false charges...?

That I'm bitter because my ex
got involved with my sister

and I want to screw them?

Your husband
got involved with your sister?

Mum, what are you saying?

-What?
-Nothing. Yes...

I just wanted to play it down.

In the end that man
has hooked up with two sisters

like in the films... those erotic ones.

Mum. Mum, are you okay?

How are you getting on with the heist,
darling?

Sorry... Not well, not well at all.

Stuck there,
sitting around all day,

in a stagnant situation, and... Yes.

But you sitting, my darling?

What you have to do is to chase.

You only catch bad people when
you chase them. As if you didn't know.

Good night, darling.

What a nice surprise!

You should come around more often.

I can see you have
a very cute little office.

-You already have two.
-I like offices.

I have always...

wanted to have one with a mahogany desk,

but crime and offices
don't get along.

It's so hot, isn't it?

I can see you're wearing
your bulletproof vest to come to see me.

I'd have preferred a bustier,
one of those Venetian ones.

You see?

I can't quite make you out.

Why are you here, Tokyo?

To ask you,

please,

to phone the professor

and tell him what you did;

that you ordered the execution of a hostage.

Naughty boy.

Because you know what?

The professor is my guardian angel,

and if you don't tell him,
I'll have to do it.

You?

Ah. And you'll be a tattle-tale.

A snitch, a filthy rat.

I'm a gentleman,
I wouldn't allow that to happen.

Yes.

I violated the first rule of the plan.

I've killed a hostage.

"Well not exactly me, Denver has,
but that's not important."

Let's say he did it strictly
following my orders.

I preferred to tell you myself."

It was the only red line.

You've screwed everything up.

-I understand your shock.
-"You've screwed everything up."

That woman had a mobile phone
between her legs.

She might have wanted to use it
to phone her cousin Chelito...

and tell her she was shagging the CEO,

but I actually think
she wanted to phone the police.

No more phones in the future.
You can be sure of that.

Who was she?

Mónica Gaztambide.

"Will you punish me?"

You should.

"I know you're an idealist,

that you think they will give us
the banknotes when we say please,"

that you want to be a decent guy,
while you give us guns and explosives

to blow this building up,
but no more games.

You'll have to punish me,

"because if you don't have the guts,
we won't succeed."

I've told you again and again
over these past years:

it's not me who has a problem, it's you.

"You have to punish me because
that way I'll know you are a real captain"

who is at the helm with no doubt,

that you're dependable.

"It seems you don't want
to talk about it now.

For the time being, nobody
outside knows about this death,

so the plan is on."

They'll ask for proof of life
in less than 48 hours.

-Yes?
-"Inspector.

It's Suárez. We've found something
in the CCTV footage of the museum.

-It's important."
-I'm coming.

-Here you are.
-Thanks, Ángel.

We've reviewed the hard disk
of the surveillance cameras...

Listen, listen, Raquel,

I'd like to apologise for last night.

I hadn't slept for 48 hours,
I had a few too many glasses of wine.

-I don't want you to think...
-Ángel, don't worry.

It's fine, okay?

Look, Suárez has found
a break in the case.

It's the surveillance footage of the day
Aníbal Cortés and Oliveira

"visited the museum."

-Look closely at the items they put
on the tray at the entrance.

Zoom in as much as you can.

There, stop. Enlarge it.

Those are car keys.

"For a Seat car, an old one,
in the original key holder.

Presumably between 1989 and 1996.

We have the date
and the time they entered,"

and the car model which they drove.

We'll canvass the area. Security cameras,

car parks, shops, banks,

"car park tickets from regulated
parking areas, everything."

Zoom out.

"The other file, scroll up.

We have to find that car at any cost.

Go through it. Good. We've got it."

It's an Ibiza from 1992.

"Great."

Those keys and that car
will take us to where it all began.

-Shut up.
-Here are the car keys.

Nairobi and Rio get changed
to go to the museum.

Me? Really?

-You.
-To the city?

But, don't send me with that kid,
send me with a real man,

with Helsinki.
Why don't you send me with Helsinki?

Yes, Helsinki prefers
the hairy chest type.

Wasn't you and I who were going?

Check the CCTV cameras against
the sketch from my previous visit.

We need to confirm the location,
the angles and the objectives.

Come on, change your clothes.

Helsinki, a queer.

My goodness! So you like men?

War, prison...

I see, I see. Women, no?

You don't like them, do you?

-Wasn't it me who was going with Rio?
-I've changed my mind.

Have you? What's happened?

Nothing, I've changed my mind and period.

What's happened?

So, you don't trust me or what?

Have I done anything?
What the heck have I done?

I haven't done anything, have I?

It's not that?

No.

Did anything happened?

My mother?

A heart attack, I'm very sorry.

-When?
-Yesterday.

I've decided
that you won't go to the museum

to prevent you from being tempted
to go and say your last goodbye.

I'll stay with her. Someone else can go.

I don't need to say goodbye.

I already did it.

The last time we talked
she wanted to turn me over to the police,

so that woman was no longer my mother.

Professor.

Tell me what I have to do with Berlin.

Shall I throw him to the dogs
or shall I shoot him dead?

"You're the boss."

I'll take care of that.
Pass me on to Helsinki.

-It's not the police, is it?
-Come on, here you are.

-"Helsinki."
-Yes?

The photograph you gave me of the cube
of scrap is of the Ibiza, isn't it?

I'm saying this
because I'm looking at it closely and...

it looks to me like the colour
of the paint is not exactly the same.

Me leave car in the wreck yard.

Helsinki, the photograph you gave me
is it of the Ibiza?

No.

"Other car,"

but they said:

-"It would look like that."
-I gave you 1000 euros,

1000 euros to pay them

so that they'd turn the car into scrap
before your eyes.

What did you do, did you keep
the stinking 1000 euros

when we were about to do
a 2000 million euro heist?

2000 million, flying money...

and 1000 euros, money in my pocket.

"Me locked up, no work,
five months in Toledo...."

and family...

Me send all the money to my family.

If for you 1000 euros, not important,

for me very important.

Important, Helsinki.
That car is a loose end

and from that end they can start pulling,
and find something.

We inside here leave many loose ends,

"you outside there only one".

All right.

Tell me, at least, if they didn't
turn the car into scrap in front of you,

you wiped the fingerprints off.

Yes. Yes.

-Helsinki, what are fingerprints?
-Fingerprints. Yes, Professor, yes.

-What does "fingerprints" mean?
-No... I don't know.

"Did you clean the steering wheel
with ammonia, the gear shaft,"

the windows, the dashboard,
the whole bloody car?

Yes.

No. This I didn't do.

Pass me on to the kidnapper.

Sleeping does you a lot of good. You're
starting really fast this morning.

Thieves are caught by chasing them,
and we're being too passive.

Where is my pencil?

Let's tighten the screws on them.

"Good morning, Professor."

How is Mr. Roman after his surgery?

Well.

Resting and, the best of all,
no high temperature.

"I thought you'd forgotten me, Inspector.

Quite the opposite,
actually I think of you all the time.

I see, that sounds like a fantasy.

We should keep exploring that path.

If you're going to ask me,
what I had for breakfast,

if I had a morning orgasm

"or if I like foreplay,
I'll tell you it isn't about that,"

but yes, it's a fantasy,
a fantasy with handcuffs in it.

I put them on you
and take you to the police van.

Well, it's a fantasy after all.

Sure, later on if you want, you
can tell me yours during a conjugal visit.

"Listen to me carefully:
I'm going to break some news to you."

Firstly, the ship you were asking for,
the Malaika,

is at the port.
It's evidence in a trial,

so it still belongs to the ship owner.

That's no excuse, Inspector.
The police can request authorization

from the judge to use that ship
in the pursuit of an act of crime

"as long as
the sentence hasn't been passed,"

so you can ask for permission to use it,

especially in this matter
of such relevance.

Don't tell me you haven't done it.

I can see you also know about laws.

Well, just an amateur.

I enjoy reading judicial sentences.

"You'd be surprised
how fascinating it can be."

All right, I'll bear it in mind
now that I'll have time for it.

I will be released from the case.

"We're at a dead end."

Too many hours have passed
and, as you'll understand,

my superiors can't wait any longer.

If you really want to negotiate with me,
release eight hostages.

Eight hostages,
and they have to be underage people.

Why should I do that?

Because it's your turn
to show me a gesture of goodwill.

If you want to have some credit,
free those hostages.

If not, they'll assign another inspector
to the case,

"someone with a different approach
and different objectives."

I'll give you an hour to think it over,
not a minute longer.

That man doesn't want the Malaika.

Why do you say that?

Why ask for a ship
that it'll take him five days to get

-if he can have any other?
-To see who has a longer dick?

Inspector, I don't know why, but get them
that ship and get them out of there.

His idea is to exit from somewhere else.

-Ángel.
-What is it?

Tell the Underground Unit
to canvass the sewer system

within a 500 metre radius.

Old tunnels, drains, any hole at all.

-Okay.
-Come on, get working!

Hey! You!

-Listen!
-I finally find you!

I was trying to go to the main entrance.

Let me down!

Please, let me down! Please!

No! No! Please!

Let me down! Please!

I'm in the boot!

"Salva.

-Salva?"
-Yes, hello.

Salva, it's Raquel.
No nothing, I'm here at the Hanoi...

"having a drink
and, well, as... I can't see you around"

and it's become quite usual
bumping into each other here,

I thought that you may fancy a coffee

-or have a break...
-"Well, I'd..."

love to, but the thing is
I'm not in Madrid right now.

-Salva, are you okay?
-No, sorry, the thing is

as I'm not focusing on my driving,
a lorry almost crashed into me!

Anyway, sorry,
I won't interrupt you any longer.

"No problem, I'll see you around.

And If you get back early and fancy
having something to eat today...

Sorry, Salva, what...."

The thing is, yesterday
I told my mother about you and...

the woman is a bit hippy
and eccentric, and...

you see, she goes and says,
out of nowhere,

that perhaps I should
brighten up my life a little

and we should get to know each other more,
nibble. Don't misunderstand me, will you?

Nibble... She meant
have a bit more social life,

-that's why I told you about having lunch.
-Okay.

What...? What, yes? Ah, it sounds great!

-"Dinner, better?"
-Perfect!

-It sounds great.
-Okay, fantastic then.

-See you later, then.
-Bye, ciao!

Ciao, see you later!

Please!

Let me down!

Let me down!

You don't smoke?

Fine, fine.

I won't be the one
to harm your health.

You're okay here, aren't you?

All together.

Not experiencing the horror,

the shooting,

the blood, the surgery...

I must come in here more often.

It's difficult out there.

Last night...

I phoned a friend.

I told him how difficult it is
to maintain order and harmony in here.

I told him... that I had to kill,

that I gave the order to kill...

a woman.

If you don't put dead bodies on
the table, you're not respected out there.

And, you see, I...

could feel... the emotion in my friend,

his distress,

his breathing,

his panting

and his grief.

He...

He wasn't here,
he hadn't met that woman either,

Mónica Gaztambide,

and for a moment...

For a moment, I thought
it would be great to feel

what my friend feels.

To feel that... kind of emotion,
that grief,

that remorse, but no...

I just couldn't be moved.

How dreadful is that?

I'm bothering you with my nonsense,
you'll have to excuse me.

Silvia.

Silvia.

You're having an anxiety attack,
aren't you?

She's only a bit nervous,

but it'll go away soon.

Sure.

I'm sure it will.

Come with me.

Silvia, give me your hand.

That's good.

No... No...

"Spasiba."
I came in because in the car, here

and forgot something very important
in the boot, very important.

Very important. Very important.

You jump the fence. Now, you tell police.

We can come to an agreement with money.

How much money?

A lot. Look.

I have a lot of money.

That's not a lot of money.

For God's sake, I don't have any more.
Look in my wallet.

Me count to five and let dog loose.

Do you understand?

-What are you doing?
-I'm mounting the cells

to put the explosives in the entry ways.

Did Berlin ask you to do it?

The Professor. It's a deterrent,
so they can see it from the tent.

And what's that?

That bastard had some sherry here
and I'm finishing it off.

Fuck!

Boss,

the CEO position suits you very well.

Sit down, please, Ms Tokyo.

I can see you were late this morning.
I'll have to report you.

I'm terribly sorry, sir.

If I...

If I show you a breast, you won't fire me?

A tempting offer, that's for sure,

but you'll have to offer me
something else.

I know how you feel.

-Rio...
-I'm here,

in this hole,

and I'm thinking about how I got here,

and I can't remember.

I remember one day

I was asked to hack a security system,

and it turned out to be for a mansion
in Geneva,

where nothing was left behind,
not even the carpets.

I wasn't even there.

But, fuck, hacking a security system

is far more fun
than being IT support in a company.

So, I didn't give it a second thought.
For me it was a game,

and now my parents are disowning me.

My mother is gone, too.

But it's a little different, isn't it?

My parents are still alive.

I could have been a legal guy.

I was good at what I was doing,
I could earn my living.

I could have had an ordinary life,

met an ordinary girl,

had ordinary friends...

I wasn't like you.

I don't know what to tell you.

I think I need your door.

-Which door?
-The door you told me about

the day we went to see the museum,

the day we heard your mother had died.

Cameras 12 and 13 have changed their lens.

Now they have a wider range of vision.

Camera 14 remains the same.

It points into the hall.

We can leave now.

And why should we go?

For one day we can do a bit of sightseeing,

kiss in bars,

-on the street...
-On the street?

Don't kid me. Someone may catch you.

No, not on the street.

Follow me.

I feel as if I killed her.

She was so pretty...

She's died of grief, of absence,
of all the trouble I was in

in my fucking crappy life....

She only wanted to protect me.

She loved me.

She loved me to bits.

And if she wanted to turn me over
to the police,

it was not to see me dead on the news.

When I was a little girl,

I knew that, at her side,
nothing wrong would happen to me.

The problem was when she wasn't there.

And your father?

There's no father.

My mother worked in a suitcase factory.

And when we couldn't make ends meet,

she would work the night shift.

And as she had no-one
she could leave me with,

she left me alone.

I was really scared.

How old were you?

Eight, nine.

A bit younger than you now.

The thing is
my mother came up with a trick.

She drew a door

on the wall of my room.

It was a magic door.

And, if I was scared,

I could open it
and she would be behind it.

And when she left, did you open it?

She told me
that I could only open it once.

Only once in my whole life,

whenever I need it most,

but only once.

So when I was scared,

I used to think:

"You can still hold on a little longer.

A little longer."

I used to think that the next day
I could feel more scared

and feel more alone,

and need the door.

I would have opened it the first day.

I never opened it.

You are the strongest person I know,

the most incredible one...

and...

And what?

-And what?
-And...

Damn!

The car park.

A parking ticket? What's this?

Yes, the regulated parking ticket from
a 1992 Ibiza.

"Two streets from here.
Check the date and the time.

It's the same day
the robbers went to the museum."

Good job, Ángel.

Run the registration number
through the database.

I'll be the most expensive
parking fine in history.

"It'll cost them
millions of euros.

Put me through to the robber."

-"Inspector."
-Professor,

I need an answer. I want
those eight hostages, the young people.

Write down the names
the ones that are coming out.

Pablo Holgado, Silvia Moreno,

Abraham Salmerón,

Ignasi Castell, Magdalena Ribot,

Rocío Huertas, Jessica Sánchez

-and Alicia Villanueva.
-What about Alison Parker?

She's one of the girls from Brighton.

"I want her on the list."

I can see you're aware, Inspector.

"You know as well as I do
that Alison is a queen of hearts

-in this house of cards. I can't do that."
-It's a prerequisite that she comes out.

I'll make you a proposal:

Alison in exchange
for the life of those eight people.

Sorry, what did you say?

"I'll give you Alison Parker..."

and no-one else.

We both know how important she is
both for you and for me,

"so if you want her to come out,
she will come out alone."

-I have to discuss this.
-"You have one minute."

Phone him and tell him,
that Parker is coming out.

-I'm not willing to make that decision.

It's unethical to make a choice
on a hostage's life

"when you can save eight peoples' lives.

As much as you, and your ethical codes,
believe the opposite,"

this is a matter of state.

And the primary aim is getting
the ambassador's daughter out of there.

I'll take all responsibility.

Put me through to the robber again.

So what?

Alison Parker.

Are you sure?

"You prefer saving Alison Parker's life
to saving eight students' lives?"

-Yes, I'm sure.
-I see.

Now that I think about it,
I wasn't expecting that answer from you.

"Give me an hour to think it over."

All right. I'll expect your phone call.

If I don't phone you,

you'll know anyway which decision I made.

-What did he mean by that?
-I don't know, but look,

the Ibiza's been deregistered
for ten years.

No insurance, no owners no taxes.

-It's off the grid.
-"Attention everyone. Please gather round."

Come closer.

What would you do if you had
to make a car disappear with no trace?

-Set it on fire.
-"Well.

Search for reports of burnt cars, both
municipal and from the Guardia Civil."

Sink it.

Look for any news of a car found
inside any swamps, rivers or wherever.

-What else?
-Dismantle it, sell it in parts.

-Bury it.
-Sorry?

You dig a hole and you bury the car.

I saw it in a film and it works.

Anything else?

What's the legal way

to make a car disappear
and erase any trace of it?

To make a cube of scrap from it
in a wrecking yard.

"Priority: search in wrecking yards,
scrap yards, and similar places."

Raquel, it's Sunday, they'll be closed.

I don't care. Get the owner out
of his house if necessary.

Hurry up!

Relax.

Nothing is going to happen to you.

You'll be safer here, more isolated,

you won't find out about things
that will make you sad.

I'm feeling better now.
Can I go back with the others?

Aren't you listening to me?
It's better for you to stay here.

I'll have to bind you,

because you'll be alone,
But you'll be better here.

I won't hurt you. That's it.

Let's sit down. You don't want to stand?

Look how dirty you've got...
Where have you been?

-Let me go back with the others, please.
-Calm down!

You don't understand?

It's them who are scared now...

"it's them."

Girls, she's coming back.
She's coming back.

I'm sure they'll take her back now.

It's a young girl,
they won't do anything to her.

Rest now.

-What will we do with so much money?
-I know exactly what:

I'm going to get hold of
a clear sky blue-coloured Maserati.

-It's this red car.
-How long has it been here?

I don't know.

I don't know well, boss is not here today.

Ah, really?

Your boss told me you know
all the cars that are brought in.

How long ago?

Around 20 days.

-Who brought it?
-Foreigner.

From east Europe, not Russian.

Go and bring the gloves and call CSI.
Tell them we've got the car.

I understand that the man who left the car
showed you his ID.

You issued an invoice for the purchase
of the vehicle, didn't you?

-Ticket.
-"Da, da." Maybe.

-What do you mean maybe?
-Ángel,

go to the office
and see if you find something, will you?

Yes. Move.

"...no comments about the leak,

a conversation in which
Inspector Raquel Murillo

negotiates with one of the kidnappers,
supposedly the ringleader...."

"Inspector."

You!

You!

See who that man is
and what's he doing here.

"The Inspector probably
thought it was checkmate.

But even at that moment of desperation,
the Professor had kept an extra ball

that was about to be
broadcast on all the radios."

"The whistleblower
has described

as 'deplorable and shameful'
that diplomatic relations

take precedence over
the life of eight Spanish adolescents.

We remind you of
the content in the recording."

-Hello.
-Tokyo, listen to me.

"The Professor had ordered me to leak
the conversation with the Inspector.

A conversation that puts the Spanish
Government in a very awkward position

not to mention the Inspector herself."

-"All right?
-Alison Parker.

Are you sure?

You prefer saving Alison Parker's life
to eight students' lives?

Yes, I'm sure."

"Perhaps it was because Berlin
had called him 'softie'

that he'd decided to bang
his fist on the table

and punish
all those who were against him."

"The decision to release Alison Parker,

the daughter of the British ambassador,
instead of eight Spanish youngsters,

has been, without doubt,
a controversial decision...."

"Or maybe it was because the leak had
started to make us heroes

in the eyes of the general public,

but Raquel was like a hound dog."

"...the British ambassador's daughter,
Alison Parker...."

"And she had picked up a scent,

a scent she wouldn't lose,
because that scent was

-of the head of the operation."
-Stop, Police!

"The Professor himself."

Nothing.

-What are you doing here?
-I wasn't stealing.

I...

-What the heck is that smell?
-Ammonia.

I wasn't stealing.

"The Professor had become
a wretch of a human being to escape,

but his performance wasn't over
and more was yet to come

to avoid checkmate, and he did it."

You can go.

It was him.

It was him!

IN THE NEXT EPISODE

There is a mole among us.

They were able to isolate a fingerprint
on the button you found inside the Ibiza.

Capricious, superficial,
selfish. You know, just hurt.

Man looks after man.

You may be
the best of the Nazis,

but you're still one of them.

Denver!