La casa de papel (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - La cálida Guerra Fría - full transcript
The problems inside and outside the National Currency and Stamp Factory are growing. The biggest robbery in history does not allow any mistakes and each time, the tension and fear is rising...
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"That Sunday, Raquel Murillo missed
by just a few seconds,
the chance to see the Professor's face.
And that was the last face needed
to complete the jigsaw puzzle
of kidnappers
and move toward the end of the case.
She already had Rio's face.
Mine.
She was about to have Berlin's.
The Professor had anticipated that Raquel
would eventually get those photos.
Like a pack of cards
he was dealing out one by one
so the Inspector
was busy playing with the cards.
His face had to be the only one
she would never obtain.
But he wasn't so anonymous, so unknown.
His face was going to start being drawn
like a hologram in the police protocols.
The loose end had left him
at very high risk.
And now, if the Inspector
played her cards right
and obtained the Professor's face,
the game would be over.
Checkmate would be irreversible."
SUNDAY
12:06 PM
-"Alison Parker.
-Are you sure?
Do you prefer saving Alison Parker's life
to eight people's lives?
Yes, I'm sure.
How coldblooded she can be,
she didn't hesitate.
When someone is capable of making
a decision that way, unhesitatingly,
one is speechless."
50 HOURS INTO THE ROBBERY
"That the life of eight Spanish teenagers
is less worth than the life
of an English girl is outrageous.
Alison Parker is Spanish,
she has dual nationality.
Considering the concern for hostage safety,
we should think carefully
about Inspector Murillo's role.
I don't think she is ready
for a matter of this calibre.
She's had an extensive career
in the police force.
A psychologist, a criminologist...
What more could you ask for?
She has vast experience.
The problem right now is
that Inspector Raquel Murillo
has just pressed charges
for physical abuse."
-Paula!
-"What's this got to do with...?
It has to do with the point of view
of her being emotionally affected.
She's probably under medication,
she's unstable..."
She has just talked to her father.
Paula, love, why don't you tell Mummy
what Daddy told you?
Come on.
He asked if I want to live
with him and with my aunt.
And what did you say, darling?
That I do.
Darling, but you know
that if you move in with your Dad,
-we'll see much less of each other.
-The same as now. You're never home.
Look, Paula.
Mum doesn't want you to move in
with your Dad because...
Because your Dad isn't good
and has hurt me a lot. You understand?
Dad is good.
No, darling, your Dad isn't good.
That's not true, Dad told me.
He told her that it's a lie. I mean,
that you go round talking nonsense.
-I want to live with my aunt.
-But, honey.
Look, your aunt Marta is a knucklehead.
I shouldn't be saying this
because I'm her mum too.
But her head is made of rag,
like your rabbit Eugenio.
Mum.
Enough. Don't turn the child
against her aunt, please.
Fine.
Look, darling,
You know what we're going to do?
We're going out for a hamburger.
Would you like that?
With ketchup?
With ketchup and fries.
And when I finish this job,
we're going to the Canaries.
To the beach, a girls' plan. Fancy that?
If it's a girls' plan, I'm in.
Come on, let's go.
And chocolate ice cream too.
Chocolate ice cream, all right.
You'll have chocolate ice cream.
"The questions about this heist,
which put us on tenterhooks,
are accumulating.
Who are the kidnappers?
Is their plan to stay inside?
Do they want money or to protest
against financial institutions?
How long can they stay in there
without the police deciding to go in?"
Why won't the police storm in?
Because we're going
to lock the door from inside.
See how she gets pissed.
They won't come in...
because no-one in Spain will want them to.
Do you think
they're going to hold a referendum?
-Okay.
-Let's see.
It's the year 2011.
A group of young people
start to occupy the Puerta del Sol,
the most emblematic square
in the whole of Spain.
And more than 20,000 people
end up gathering there.
15-M, no?
That's the one.
If we had been told, any of us,
that 20,000 people would camp
on the Puerta del Sol for a month
and no police officers were going in,
we would have never believed it.
We'd have said that it's impossible.
But it was that way.
And the police didn't go in.
Why?
Because Spain as a whole
stood by those youngsters.
Right. But those youngsters had tents
and we have guns.
-Somehow different.
-That's true.
But politics is politics.
Money is money, isn't it?
Sangria is sangria.
No, no, in Serbia,
because of this, police come in.
-"Yibeli", friends.
-Don't do that! "Yibili, yibili."
Man! What a pig!
We'll be the Resistance trapped
in this rat hole
the same way they were at
the Puerta del Sol Resistance.
And Resistance always has
the people's support.
-And if that doesn't work...
-You have your own audience, don't you?
No, sorry, go on, go on.
Thank you.
If that doesn't work,
the police will know we have
assault weapons,
and that we have explosives.
No elite unit
will be able to tell the difference
between hostages and robbers.
No Home minister will order the entry,
no-one.
Why not?
Because there are underage people.
SPANIARDS, SECOND-CLASS CITIZENS
Choosing Alison Parker's life over those
eight adolescents' lives was your decision.
You told me that the Intelligence Service
would assume the consequences.
Go out there
and tell the press that it was you
and your friends in CNI.
The Intelligence Service
cannot make those statements.
But don't worry.
The President's Office is aware of this.
You have full support from the Government.
Look, I couldn't care less
about the Government's support.
I care about
what my daughter and my mother think
and not what the President thinks.
Inspector, it was never those people's
intention to release Alison Parker
nor the eight underage people.
It was a trap.
If you allow me, I'll tell you one thing.
When this is over,
no-one will remember it.
It's...
It's like Spain's football team.
It doesn't matter how they do
at the beginning of
the World Cup.
If you finally get them a happy ending,
you'll be the country's hero.
If it ends up with a long string
of dead people,
we'll be screwed... all of us.
I'm sorry for my mistakes.
And you can fully count on me.
But if you want me to quit...
Suárez, I want everyone working.
I want the forensic tests results
on the Seat Ibiza now.
And the report from the Underground Unit.
Where is that report, hmm?
And, above all, Mr Prieto,
I want the Intelligence Service
to tell me how the hell
those robbers are going to get out.
I have a question, Professor.
How are we getting out of there?
-Through a tunnel.
-That's your master plan?
The police will find that out
in a couple of minutes.
Yes.
Look.
This is the Fábrica Nacional
de Moneda y Timbre
seen from above.
As soon as you enter,
you will make the hostages
break the rocks, right here.
In the boiler room in the basement.
It's exactly 13 metres
from the sewage system.
13 metres?
At that distance,
any GPR system would detect us,
wouldn't it?
True.
A GPR system has a 15-metre range.
Or instead, they will use a seismograph
that will detect
the vibration from the jackhammer.
So, they'll think
we'll be escaping through here.
But we're not going to leave
through there, are we?
No.
We'll exit through another tunnel.
A tunnel...
that they won't be able to see.
Because it is 26 metres
from any other drain
and, mainly, because it's already there.
We just need to make a hole in order to
open it from here,
from vault number three.
Who made that tunnel?
-I had it built five years ago.
-No...
Once you make the hole
to connect the tunnel to the building,
you'll find 486 metres...
already excavated to...
a hangar
that has already been prepared.
No.
-I take my hat off to you.
-And your knickers.
But all the surveillance cameras...
the ground has also been sealed,
hasn't it?
That's right.
There's a first layer made of steel
and a second one of reinforced concrete.
Besides, no pneumatic drill
can be used there.
It has to be done by hand,
thermal lance, and circular saw.
How many metres?
16 centimetres of steel.
80 centimetres of reinforced concrete.
Finally, soil.
Six metres seventy, in total.
-It's a hell of...
-A good hole.
Hey, and...
how long will it take you
to make that hole?
10, 12 days.
The time we'll be inside here.
Say around...
200 million euros printed per day.
2,400 million.
Yes!
-Come on!
-Professor!
The CSI has confirmed
traces of ammonia and alcohol
on the dashboard, upholstery, windows.
That is, the whole car.
"The lab's chemical report revels
that those products were used"
a few minutes just before we got there.
This makes us believe
that someone related to the gang
was there around the same time as us.
-"What about the homeless man?
-No trace of him."
We have viewed
the traffic surveillance cameras
and shops nearby, but nothing.
"However, there is some good news."
They were able to isolate a fingerprint
on the button you found inside the Ibiza.
"The owner has previous charges.
They are sending us the file."
Attention, listen up everyone.
I need you to leave the tent
for a few minutes.
Everyone, except Detective Rubio.
It'll only take a few minutes.
Thank you very much.
Thank you.
And except the CNI.
Could it be a coincidence that the guy,
"the homeless man,
got to the wreck yard before we did?
No, it wasn't a coincidence."
There is mole amongst us.
What are we going to do about it?
Find him.
The police file is here.
Relax.
Relax.
Everything is okay.
Relax.
You rest.
Stay still.
Relax.
Everything is okay.
Everything is okay.
I'll be right back.
It's okay.
No infection. Good.
Very good.
37.6.
There's no problem.
40, a problem.
37.6, no problem.
Me, in the war, look after many men.
Man looks after man.
No problem.
Everything is fine.
Everything is fine.
Mónica.
Mónica, hey.
How are you feeling?
Better.
What are you doing here?
It's my sleep turn, but I just wanted
to know how you were doing.
It's hot in here, huh?
Yes.
It feels as if there isn't enough oxygen.
If you want, you can rest here, I'm fine.
I'm fine just sitting down
for a little bit.
Fine.
Yes. Yes, yes.
Andrés de Fonollosa.
He has an arrest warrant.
Jewellery shops, vans, auction houses.
White collar thefts.
No exit stamps in his electronic passport.
He probably he has a fake one.
No record of any family or friends either.
The regular informants
don't know who he is.
No address,
he isn't on any census or registry.
"I can only think of talking
to his cell mate.
They shared the same cell
in Soto del Real prison.
Do that. Start the paperwork
to bring him into the tent."
Wait, wait."
That's not everything.
The interesting thing comes
from forensic psychiatry.
Shall I read it to you?
We have ourselves a narcissist, egocentric...
"with delusions of grandeur."
I've gathered you here to tell you
a little about how things are going on.
And to put an end to some rumours.
He shows an absolute lack of empathy.
Rumour has it, Ms. Mónica Gaztambide
has passed away. This rumour is not good.
Rumours create...
uncertainty,
anxiety.
That's why
I would like to explain it all.
It is true, Ms. Mónica,
your colleague, has been executed.
"An eccentric man, with a tendency
toward megalomania, which makes him unable"
to differentiate good from evil.
But I also want to...
share with you some other news.
Good news.
Because the truth...
is that this heist...
is going very smoothly,
on the fast track.
"He has a great sense of honour"
and has a pathological need
to make a good impression.
Especially, on strangers.
Therefore, I want to...
thank you, I must thank
all of you who... are doing your best
and collaborating. Especially, one person.
Mr. Torres.
Mr. Torres.
Paco.
Paquito.
Paquito.
Mr Francisco Torres.
This gentleman
has been printing banknotes for 27 years.
And today,
today he's beaten his own record.
Because, after 40 hours, he's printed...
Tell us how much money you have printed.
311 million euros.
Say it louder, with pride.
For everyone to hear it.
311 million.
311 million euros!
311 million euros.
On his own!
Well, with my colleagues' help, that is.
He's also a humble man.
Thank you, Mr. Torres, thank you.
Thank you everyone.
Mr. Torres, do you know what you are?
You are the fucking hostage of the month.
Yes, let's give him the round of applause
he deserves.
For Mr. Torres!
Come on!
Come on, so he can see
how fond of him we are!
You are a champion.
-So he can feel it.
-Thank you!
And now some more good news,
I would like you to welcome...
in the manner he deserves,
a big round of applause
that he'll never forget,
to Mr Arturo.
The CEO, who is finally out of danger!
Thank you, Paco.
Can I have a word with you in private,
please?
I want you to leak everything you can
about this individual to the press.
What for?
-What for?
-Yes.
That man is turning this
into a fucking show.
As if he were in a film.
Let's see what Spain thinks about him now
when everyone sees
that an eccentric is holding
-a lot of adolescents hostage.
-Raquel.
I doubt you'll win
the people's opinion over
by saying that the kidnappers' leader
is an eccentric.
"This country loves eccentric people.
You'll need more."
Trafficking in women.
An unsolved pimping case.
"Something people can't forgive."
Don't do it. Raquel, don't do it,
don't be so low, don't do it.
Leak it. A pimp.
In an on-going investigation
for trafficking in women
from east European countries,
some of them, underage girls.
"Released for collaborating
with the police.
On top of that, a snitch.
I like your style."
I'm going to the agency
to prepare everything.
-Listen. No, listen to me, Raquel.
Are you sure about this?
We're going to defame a person.
Defame a person?
-Yes.
-Yes?
Look, Ángel, my name is on TV talk shows,
in the international press
as the world's biggest bitch.
And, casually, my ex-husband
has taken this opportunity,
at this time of glory, to ask my daughter
if she wants to move in with him.
Do you know what that means?
He's going to sue me
for sole custody of my daughter.
That he'll speak to a judge and say:
"Your honour, that bitch
is not fit to raise my daughter."
"'And, besides,
the kid wants to live with me'.
Hey, hey, no judge will grant him
sole custody"
-not to someone who physically abused you.
-But not even my mother believes me...
-Do you think a judge will believe me?
-I believe you, Raquel.
I believe you.
I can testify for you.
-Testify?
-Yes.
What will you testify?
-You haven't witnessed a thing.
-What the hell!
Aren't we going to defame Fonollosa?
Here, everyone defames everyone.
Damn! Your husband was the first.
So, I say that... I saw the bruises.
That is, underneath your mini skirt, huh?
But I never wear a mini skirt, Ángel.
Doesn't matter, for god's sake.
And, at the same time, I can testify about
that night we spent in the mountains.
Again, it wasn't in Cercedilla,
it was in Miraflores.
"Excuse me, Inspector."
Can I come in?
What's the matter?
We've come from the wrecking yard.
We've questioned the Russian man.
"Nikolai Dimitrevich, the guard.
A man asked about his car
an hour before you arrived."
He spoke Russian to him.
According to the person's description,
"this man could be the same person
who spoke with Almansa.
The homeless man."
Bring in the Russian man.
"He can look through the files
of delinquents from eastern Europe."
And I want a sketch.
"I want all the files of all the Russians
who have been questioned,
arrested or accused, okay?"
There is software that helps draw up
a sketch here in the tent.
"The image of the Professor was so unknown
like an undone jigsaw puzzle
of 1,000 pieces.
But a witness was going to put
all the pieces together.
And Raquel, who had never believed
in sketches,
was going to have the key
to the whole investigation."
Fuck.
Jessica.
Elena.
Denise.
Paula.
Elisabeth.
Aurora.
And Alison.
I'm sorry I tied you up so tightly.
But, damn, you also stuck a rifle
to my head.
What did you expect me to do?
For an ambassador's daughter,
you're a bit rebellious, aren't you?
Not really, it was the second
crazy thing I've done in my life.
Ah, was it? What was the first?
Taking ballet lessons behind
my father's back.
Blimey, what a crazy thing to do!
Watch out, you start with dancing
and end up in some dangerous stuff,
like, the violin.
And later, going to a rave.
My father has chosen everything for me.
The school, university...
Even the house where I'll study
a postgraduate degree
in Diplomacy at Oxford.
"Alison, this piece of cutlery
is for fish.
Alison, not that glass.
Alison, you will sign up for chess."
It's the same for everything.
Obviously.
And to piss him off,
you take up ballet dancing.
I chose ballet dancing
because my father hates ballet.
And volleyball was on Saturdays.
And on Saturdays I can't do anything
without him knowing.
Fine.
Take your toiletry bag
and up you go in a line.
What were you talking about?
Nothing.
Something about Oxford.
I heard you.
No, about my life.
About my father being bossy.
Are you inviting him to the embassy?
Who?
Rio.
No.
Don't you like my boyfriend?
No.
I love his smile.
Don't you?
No.
I've seen you looking at him,
why are you lying to me?
Rio is cute, isn't he?
Yes, well.
You see? You like him.
It's fine, admit it.
Yes, I do.
Yes, he's with me.
But I'm not a fierce bitch
that goes around biting
when she feels insecure.
If you like playing,
we'll all have to play, won't we?
Off you go.
How long have you been in there?
Look...
I'm very concerned about my pupil, Silvia.
Because she is...
a particularly fragile girl.
And I think she
would feel much more protected
with the rest of the group, you know?
With her friends.
What subject do you teach
at that school, Miss?
-Me?
-Yes.
I teach...
-Philosophy, Ethics.
-Philosophy?
-Yes.
-How nice.
Religious history.
-And... Well, some workshops.
-What kind of workshops?
About the environment; sex education.
It's an important role, isn't it?
And as you're an expert,
you may be able to help me
solve a problem
I have about sexuality. You see...
Actually, I would like
to explain my theory to you.
May I?
Yes, sure.
Tell me.
I came up with it because of jokes.
Jokes.
Jokes.
You know that for a joke to be funny,
there has to be some truth...
and some pain.
Ah, really? No, I didn't know.
-How curious.
-Yes. It is.
Do you know the one about the headache?
No.
The husband arrives home.
"Darling,
I've brought you an aspirin."
And the wife says:
"But I haven't got a headache."
"Then let's fuck."
Have you noticed
the amount of jokes
that portray a male figure
trying to break down the female
to obtain sex?
And the woman, always begrudging,
as if she didn't like it.
Do you think that's the truth?
Don't you have
the same appetite for sex, Miss?
Yes, we do.
Perhaps, not as frequently,
don't you think?
Could be.
But tell me, Silvia,
can I take her with her...?
Ah, of course, Silvia.
Look, stand up a moment, please.
Come with me.
Come.
Look, there she is, Silvia.
You see how relaxed she is?
Hello!
Hello.
Say hello, Miss.
I'm sure that it'll make
the little girl happy.
What's the matter, Nairobi?
You are on TV.
Oslo.
It's been a pleasure, Miss.
Come back whenever you want,
we can talk ethics.
Take her.
-Let's go.
Three sexual assaults,
six intoxications with narcotics,
exhibitionism...
A total of 38 years in prison
and still pending for trial, true?
What did you bring me here for?
You shared the same cell with this man.
Do you remember who he had contact with?
With no-one.
Fine, but he must have some relatives.
Girlfriend.
-Partner.
-I don't know.
Friends.
He didn't mention.
Are you telling me that
he didn't mention anyone in seven months?
What's the matter?
She asked what the matter is.
Did he say anything about his home?
-No.
-No?
His neighbourhood, his home town,
I don't know,
somewhere
he was thinking of going back to.
I don't know, he didn't say anything.
I don't think you quite understand
how this works.
I need you to tell me something.
Do you understand?
A clue to help us.
Think, please.
There's something.
What?
I won't tell you for nothing in return.
I've been in prison for four years.
-I need something in return.
-Sure.
Let's see, don't piss me off.
-Ángel.
-This isn't a film. No, no.
You tell us something and then, well,
we'll see if we can come to some arrangement.
You start talking
and I'll give you a candy.
-Did you hear me?
-Ángel, Ángel!
Relax.
Look here.
I'll sign a form requesting that
the board of Soto
release you on parole.
But only on two conditions.
The first is
that you give us the information now.
If the information is good,
I'll tell you the second condition.
But you have my word
that I'll obtain the parole for you.
He used to inject himself
with some medicine each day.
I have his infirmary records here, but...
it doesn't mention any medical condition.
Yes, I know.
It was something he kept secret.
Something degenerative.
Do you remember the name of the medicine?
Retroxil.
How did he obtain it?
I don't know if you are aware
that in prison it's very easy
to smuggle anything in.
Inside your anal cavity.
And now tell me
what's the second condition.
That you volunteer to undergo
a chemical castration treatment.
As soon as you ask for it, I'll sign
the form to be released on parole.
-No?
-No.
Suárez, take him away.
-Come on.
-You gave me your word.
-You fucking bitch!
-Come on.
Find out what Retroxil is used for.
Track any strange purchasing patterns
in all the pharmacies
during the last six months.
If that guy injected himself with that
every day,
"he had to get himself
a big stash before going in."
Only you.
We can't trust anyone
before we find the mole.
All right.
I brought the Russian guy in, Inspector.
Nikolai.
I sent for you so you can identify
the man from this morning,
in the wrecking yard.
Do you think you could recognise his face?
Can you do a sketch?
Perfectly.
Ángel.
"Tell the others they can come back in.
Come with me."
I think this is the nose.
Almansa.
How is that identikit coming up?
Well, he and I agree
on most of the features.
-"We'll have his face soon.
-Very good."
"Those words made the Professor embark
on something
he had never imagined he would do.
Look to the police to save his skin."
Damn, what a puppy.
Is it still like this?
Shall I help you?
The sooner we finish the hole,
the sooner we get out of here.
Are you tired of being here?
Well.
-This can bore anyone.
-You're bored with 67 hostages,
firing your M-16 with the cops
outside the door. Is that why?
Is that why you tried to bite
that poor lamb's neck?
And then started kissing her,
while she was scared to death.
What the heck was that for?
To provoke you.
You are awfully quiet
when you go for a shit.
And what now?
Are you getting bored of Rio?
-Why do you say that?
-Because you're that kind of person.
Am I?
What kind of person?
The type people wouldn't want for a son.
Do you remember what happened in Toledo,
the day we had paella?
It was the night of San Juan and you went
to the street party without permission.
Yes.
What is it?
-What's wrong?
-Say.
What?
Did you know that there are over
2,000 trillion stars in the sky?
-So, you've counted them all?
-Of course, man.
I need some more fun, here.
And I know, Tokyo, I know you keep
something similar to this in your room.
-Some.
-Yes. We might as well?
-Whoa, Rio! Whoa, Rio! Poor...
-Rio, he was ever so drunk.
-Very drunk.
-How dru...
Will you give me a puff?
Listen.
Why did you tell me that
about the stars earlier on?
I don't really know, mate,
because it's a nice thing.
All the stars up there, like...
I don't know.
There, in the mountains. I don't really
know why I told you that, mate.
Nothing else?
-Nothing else about what?
-I don't know.
That you might mean something else, no?
Something like you might want to fuck
or something of that sort?
But... would you like to?
-Come off it, mate.
-What? Piss off!
Piss off!
Dad...
Dad, what are you doing, standing there?
No, nothing. Nothing,
I was there and you weren't...
Where have you been
at this time and like that?
Shush.
-We are back from the street party.
-Oh, my.
-The street party.
-So you went out...
-We never went to the street party!
-Don't lie.
We stayed in drinking. Off to bed.
I can't sleep now.
I can't sleep,
so I'm going to have a drink, okay?
Dad, you nod off quickly.
Dad, look at me, look at me. Off to bed.
Go to bed. Listen to me.
-Have you got a cigarette?
-For fuck's sake!
-Sure. Here you are, have a smoke.
-Might as well.
-Have this one.
-Come on.
I'm going to the toilet. But, when
I'm back, everyone, to their room.
Come on.
-See if you can get some sleep.
-See you later, dear.
You!
Couldn't you see what I was doing
with my eyes so you would leave?
Why?
You spoiled all the fun, Dad.
Fucking hell...
-Eh... Tokyo and you...?
-Yes, there. There.
-Yes, she's hot.
-Hot?
She's gorgeous, Dad. She's gorgeous.
But there'll be plenty of time for that.
Now you have to focus.
Focus? I haven't been more focused
in all my life.
You have plenty to focus on.
Let's go to bed.
Fuck me. I' m not going to sleep
in the same bed with you
after almost going to sleep
with that goddess.
I'll sleep in the fucking car.
-No way you're sleeping in the car.
-Shut up.
You always do the same thing, damn,
you're always doing that.
-And what's wrong,
I'm not enough for your son?
I think you're too much.
Because you live your life
like a videogame.
Robberies, shooting, lovers.
Adventures...
-Well, yes, I enjoy life.
-No.
You enjoy leaping from one stone
to another in mud pools.
And after you leap, the stone sinks in.
You leave dead bodies behind
on the hard shoulder.
That's what you like.
Whose idea was it to rob the security van?
Yours or your boyfriend's?
Yours, wasn't it?
So now your boyfriend is a dead man.
And so is your mother.
I'm sure that you were aware of how much
harm you were doing to your mother.
And now it's Rio's turn.
You're already bored.
On top of that, you fondle a young girl
while holding her at gunpoint.
So irresponsible.
Fickle, superficial, selfish.
How do you define yourself?
If we all do our job and it goes badly,
it's part of the job.
But for it to go bad because a fickle brat
urgently wants to leave? I won't allow it.
So get working.
We've only got 10 days left.
See if once in your life you fucking
finish what you have started.
"Known for perpetrating numerous robberies
at jeweller's and luxury shops,
Andrés de Fonollosa is also responsible
for other sexual offences."
What a curriculum vitae!
Andrés de Fonollosa.
Who would have thought?
Despite such refinement
and that stick you seem
to have stuck up your bottom,
in the end, it turns out
that you like whores.
"In particular, being part
of a ring for trafficking women
brought in from eastern Europe,
from Albania and Bulgaria,
to be sold later..."
Did you taste those Bulgarian women,
eh, before selling them?
"Procuring and extortion of minors,
-deprivation of liberty..."
-Minors?
-..."as well as the previously mentioned"
-Minors?
-..."armed robbery."
-Minors.
"Amongst them, the attempted robbery
of a well-known jeweller's shop
in Vendôme square."
You're a pig.
Can you tell me
why that girl is in your office, tied up?
What are going to do with her,
piece of scum?
"According to the latest news,
Fonollosa has eluded
this last charge thanks
to his cooperation as an informant."
Ah, and a snitch, too...
"...identified by the police
together with Silene Oliveira..."
I would never sell women.
And it's even less likely I'd be a pimp.
My code of ethics won't let me do it.
The same way it stops me
from snitching on a partner,
despite them being human waste.
And that's nothing to do
with my tastes or my preferences, Nairobi.
If you say so.
-"...the robbers' spokesperson.
A fingerprint from Andrés de Fonollosa
has been found
on a button that the officers found in
a Seat Ibiza linked to the investigation.
-Specialised police units..."
-I've never been inside that car.
"...in search for new traces of DNA
that can provide some clues..."
But I know who did.
What's the matter?
What the fuck are you doing
with my jacket, you piece of crap?
Fuck you, son of a bitch.
Fucking hell.
Tell me, Nairobi,
do you know where Denver is?
No.
I dozed off, damn it.
-Yes, I was about to wake you up.
-Have I been sleeping long?
I don't know.
First time I've slept with a girl
and woken up to find she's still there.
I don't know where you expected me to go.
I don't know where you expected me to go.
Trapped in a vault, with a shot wound
in my leg, amid a kidnapping.
-I don't have many options, do I?
-What's wrong?
You needn't be so harsh,
I saved your life.
You saved my life?
-Yes.
-How did you save my life?
How? Like the Jews in Auschwitz?
When a Nazi pulled them out of the queue
and they didn't go to the gas chamber.
I'm not a fucking Nazi, huh?
I'm not a fucking Nazi.
I'll remind you
that you stole a mobile phone,
-and I was ordered to kill you.
-And what did you do?
Hey, what did you do?
You said no, you stopped him? No.
You shot me in the leg.
You humiliated me in front of everyone.
And now you've locked me up here,
I can't breathe or go to the toilet.
I go where, in a bucket?
So, don't be mistaken.
You may be the best of the Nazis,
but you're still one of them.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I wasn't...
It wasn't my intention to humiliate you.
I don't quite know what to do...
about all this.
I'm going to take you the toilet, okay?
Do you agree?
Okay.
Then, let's go.
Denver!
My friend!
Come here!
Damn it!
Berlin, wait!
Berlin, stop!
Wait, damn it, Berlin!
Listen to me, stop, stop, stop, stop.
You're right!
You're right.
Denver might have lost
the button of your jacket
because he put on your jacket,
but, so what?
-You can't change that.
-But I can punish him.
Berlin.
He's not resting. He's not at the museum
or the tunnel.
Or the printers.
He's probably gone
to the street party again?
Relax, guys, I'll look for him.
Berlin, please, come to your senses.
Come to your senses, huh?
You can't shoot him
because he stole your jacket.
It's a botched job. You're a bloke
with style and that's a botched job.
What about my dignity?
I have a reputation to keep.
My friends from the Costa Azul have seen
my name connected to those lies.
Denver has screwed my honour.
And if someone screws my honour,
I'll destroy him.
Do you understand?
We're talking about integrity here.
Ethics... is important, Nairobi.
But... aesthetics, too.
I beg you, please.
Please, don't screw the plan up for us,
Berlin.
-You fucking scum...
-Eh, eh, eh. Back off.
Nairobi.
-Stay here.
-Helsinki.
What'll you do, will you shoot me?
Stay... here.
It was a fucking joke
the whole jacket thing.
It was a fucking joke
the whole jacket thing!
It was a joke!
I don't know if I'm overdoing it
a little with the lipstick.
I might look a bit like a whore.
What do you think?
-On the contrary, I have a simple look.
-That's why I'm saying it...
-Let's see, where are we heading?
-To the street party.
So, you need to look like
a street... slut.
-What is it?
-We're partying.
Shush.
-The Professor's keys?
-I got them.
Oh, the car...
Fuck!
Done.
-Where is Denver?
-No idea.
What do you mean, no idea?
Yes sir, now it's on.
Quiet.
-But, what's this?
-This is pure elegance.
-Berlin's jacket?
-Yes, that's right.
-He'll kill you.
-No, he won't.
Off we go, off we go.
Silence, silence, silence.
Silence, it's coming... it's coming to me.
-Shush.
-What are you on about?
Have I ever told you about my five wives?
They just want us to impregnate them,
but later...
what comes out of there...
is a nuclear warhead.
Stop it, you're making me nervous!
You look beautiful.
-I chose an anime look for you.
-I like anime.
What's the matter?
Have you been crying.
Who do you think I am?
The fucking best woman.
I think I am a fickle person
who fucks everyone up.
It's like I could see myself in a film,
and I didn't...
recognise myself.
Because I thought I was...
different,
but in fact I'm a fucking mad woman
who causes pain,
and gets bored of everything.
And who doesn't make people happy.
And I don't like the way I am,
nor this fucking book that I saw here
in the CEO's office.
It says I'm a toxic woman.
If you're trying to break up with me,
make me go away or something of that sort,
don't you dare.
Rio, mate...
I'm burnt soil.
Worse.
I'm a fucking petrol drum and a match.
I love bonfires.
And if you're toxic, I'll feel dizzy.
With a joint, and I'll enjoy it.
Look here.
When I see you
at the other side of the museum,
it makes me feel like crying...
just for being with you.
And we fuck
and I'm floating around the room.
I know you will leave me.
But why don't we put up with each other
a little longer?
Does it have to be now?
No, it doesn't have to be now.
Start recording.
-And this hair.
-Perfect.
Z-75, to all units.
There is an arm robbery on Alcántara, 33.
It's a ironmonger's.
Any unit nearby?
Unit Z-32, we are just in front
of the door, we're heading there.
It's him.
Yes. I'm sure.
Why doesn't he pick up, where is he?
[IN RUSSIAN] I'm in front of
your daughter Karina's school.
"And people from my organization
are in Krostoma,
watching your wife
coming out of the supermarket."
If the identikit you're doing
"looks like me,
you'll never see either of them again."
Who the hell is on channel 8?
"The police cannot protect you, Nikolai."
Let go of that, let go of that! Let go!
-Fuck!
-Let go of that!
God! What the heck did he say?
What the heck did he say?
I didn't hear anything.
What did he tell you?
H-50. Control room. Where was
that message in Russian sent from?
"From a Z, Z-32."
Z-32, do you read me?
"This is Z-32 exiting the ironmonger's.
It was a false robbery call."
Someone is in your car.
Run to the patrol car.
Control room, yes, someone
got in, but there's no-one here now.
He must be nearby.
Look for someone, a suspect.
Male, 40 years old, has a beard.
"There's no-one nearby. We're on the move."
Denver!
Denver?
Denver.
-I was looking for you.
-Here I am.
The thing is...
my face is all over
the TV news reports.
Do you know what they say about me?
-No.
-That I'm thief.
That I can understand,
but they all say I like prostitutes,
I am a procurer, I abuse kids.
And all that because of a button.
A button from my jacket.
Remember? The one you put on.
And apparently you left it behind
inside the car we had in Toledo.
A car that, by the way,
I, I'm sure, wasn't...
I was never in.
Do you know what that means?
I don't know.
-You do know.
-I don't know.
You have just fucked-up my life.
Come off it.
-What should I do with you?
-Berlin.
I'm sorry, mate,
I didn't see the fucking button.
I'll compensate you with 10 or 15 million
from my share and move on.
-Do you reckon?
-15 million?
15 million, don't piss me off.
We go and screw everything. 15 million.
-15 million euros.
-I can sign it on paper if you want.
-For a button?
-For a button.
-Leave him, Berlin.
-What's going on here?
Nothing is going on.
It's funny.
I came here... with the idea
of shooting him like, I don't know,
in his foot to compensate
now I'm beginning to feel like
shooting him in the head
and I don't quite know why.
Berlin.
Yes... Shush.
Thank you.
Retroxil, it's a rare medicine,
made to order.
It's used to palliate trembling
caused by a very unusual
degenerative neuronal disease.
What?
Helmers' Myopathy.
The Russians launched this medicine
four years ago
and apparently it was successful.
They were able to change
the outcome of Fonollosa's disease
from being a lethal disease
for all those who suffer it
to only nine out of ten dying.
So if... Mr Fonollosa is not that one,
he'll be dead in less than 24 months.
That man has nothing to lose.
But that's not necessary...
Denver.
Denver, is it you?
I ordered you to kill her on Friday.
And today is Sunday.
Resurrection Sunday!
Praise the Lord.
IN THE NEXT EPISODE
Go ahead!
My name is Alison Parker
and I'm the fucking boss.
Do not fuck with me!
I have a nice surprise for you.
"Hi, son.
-Think it over, you can back out, darling."
-Aníbal Cortés turning himself in
would mean that our plan is working.
I can help you
solve their problems.
"You capacity
to change your destiny."
You really don't want to be
the great heroine of the building?
You motherfucker! Alison!
The Valencia plan is activated.
Now.
Incredible set-up
you've assembled here, huh?
REPRESENTED IN THIS SERIES
ARE FICTITIOUS
SCRAPYARD CLOSED
NO TRESPASSING
"That Sunday, Raquel Murillo missed
by just a few seconds,
the chance to see the Professor's face.
And that was the last face needed
to complete the jigsaw puzzle
of kidnappers
and move toward the end of the case.
She already had Rio's face.
Mine.
She was about to have Berlin's.
The Professor had anticipated that Raquel
would eventually get those photos.
Like a pack of cards
he was dealing out one by one
so the Inspector
was busy playing with the cards.
His face had to be the only one
she would never obtain.
But he wasn't so anonymous, so unknown.
His face was going to start being drawn
like a hologram in the police protocols.
The loose end had left him
at very high risk.
And now, if the Inspector
played her cards right
and obtained the Professor's face,
the game would be over.
Checkmate would be irreversible."
SUNDAY
12:06 PM
-"Alison Parker.
-Are you sure?
Do you prefer saving Alison Parker's life
to eight people's lives?
Yes, I'm sure.
How coldblooded she can be,
she didn't hesitate.
When someone is capable of making
a decision that way, unhesitatingly,
one is speechless."
50 HOURS INTO THE ROBBERY
"That the life of eight Spanish teenagers
is less worth than the life
of an English girl is outrageous.
Alison Parker is Spanish,
she has dual nationality.
Considering the concern for hostage safety,
we should think carefully
about Inspector Murillo's role.
I don't think she is ready
for a matter of this calibre.
She's had an extensive career
in the police force.
A psychologist, a criminologist...
What more could you ask for?
She has vast experience.
The problem right now is
that Inspector Raquel Murillo
has just pressed charges
for physical abuse."
-Paula!
-"What's this got to do with...?
It has to do with the point of view
of her being emotionally affected.
She's probably under medication,
she's unstable..."
She has just talked to her father.
Paula, love, why don't you tell Mummy
what Daddy told you?
Come on.
He asked if I want to live
with him and with my aunt.
And what did you say, darling?
That I do.
Darling, but you know
that if you move in with your Dad,
-we'll see much less of each other.
-The same as now. You're never home.
Look, Paula.
Mum doesn't want you to move in
with your Dad because...
Because your Dad isn't good
and has hurt me a lot. You understand?
Dad is good.
No, darling, your Dad isn't good.
That's not true, Dad told me.
He told her that it's a lie. I mean,
that you go round talking nonsense.
-I want to live with my aunt.
-But, honey.
Look, your aunt Marta is a knucklehead.
I shouldn't be saying this
because I'm her mum too.
But her head is made of rag,
like your rabbit Eugenio.
Mum.
Enough. Don't turn the child
against her aunt, please.
Fine.
Look, darling,
You know what we're going to do?
We're going out for a hamburger.
Would you like that?
With ketchup?
With ketchup and fries.
And when I finish this job,
we're going to the Canaries.
To the beach, a girls' plan. Fancy that?
If it's a girls' plan, I'm in.
Come on, let's go.
And chocolate ice cream too.
Chocolate ice cream, all right.
You'll have chocolate ice cream.
"The questions about this heist,
which put us on tenterhooks,
are accumulating.
Who are the kidnappers?
Is their plan to stay inside?
Do they want money or to protest
against financial institutions?
How long can they stay in there
without the police deciding to go in?"
Why won't the police storm in?
Because we're going
to lock the door from inside.
See how she gets pissed.
They won't come in...
because no-one in Spain will want them to.
Do you think
they're going to hold a referendum?
-Okay.
-Let's see.
It's the year 2011.
A group of young people
start to occupy the Puerta del Sol,
the most emblematic square
in the whole of Spain.
And more than 20,000 people
end up gathering there.
15-M, no?
That's the one.
If we had been told, any of us,
that 20,000 people would camp
on the Puerta del Sol for a month
and no police officers were going in,
we would have never believed it.
We'd have said that it's impossible.
But it was that way.
And the police didn't go in.
Why?
Because Spain as a whole
stood by those youngsters.
Right. But those youngsters had tents
and we have guns.
-Somehow different.
-That's true.
But politics is politics.
Money is money, isn't it?
Sangria is sangria.
No, no, in Serbia,
because of this, police come in.
-"Yibeli", friends.
-Don't do that! "Yibili, yibili."
Man! What a pig!
We'll be the Resistance trapped
in this rat hole
the same way they were at
the Puerta del Sol Resistance.
And Resistance always has
the people's support.
-And if that doesn't work...
-You have your own audience, don't you?
No, sorry, go on, go on.
Thank you.
If that doesn't work,
the police will know we have
assault weapons,
and that we have explosives.
No elite unit
will be able to tell the difference
between hostages and robbers.
No Home minister will order the entry,
no-one.
Why not?
Because there are underage people.
SPANIARDS, SECOND-CLASS CITIZENS
Choosing Alison Parker's life over those
eight adolescents' lives was your decision.
You told me that the Intelligence Service
would assume the consequences.
Go out there
and tell the press that it was you
and your friends in CNI.
The Intelligence Service
cannot make those statements.
But don't worry.
The President's Office is aware of this.
You have full support from the Government.
Look, I couldn't care less
about the Government's support.
I care about
what my daughter and my mother think
and not what the President thinks.
Inspector, it was never those people's
intention to release Alison Parker
nor the eight underage people.
It was a trap.
If you allow me, I'll tell you one thing.
When this is over,
no-one will remember it.
It's...
It's like Spain's football team.
It doesn't matter how they do
at the beginning of
the World Cup.
If you finally get them a happy ending,
you'll be the country's hero.
If it ends up with a long string
of dead people,
we'll be screwed... all of us.
I'm sorry for my mistakes.
And you can fully count on me.
But if you want me to quit...
Suárez, I want everyone working.
I want the forensic tests results
on the Seat Ibiza now.
And the report from the Underground Unit.
Where is that report, hmm?
And, above all, Mr Prieto,
I want the Intelligence Service
to tell me how the hell
those robbers are going to get out.
I have a question, Professor.
How are we getting out of there?
-Through a tunnel.
-That's your master plan?
The police will find that out
in a couple of minutes.
Yes.
Look.
This is the Fábrica Nacional
de Moneda y Timbre
seen from above.
As soon as you enter,
you will make the hostages
break the rocks, right here.
In the boiler room in the basement.
It's exactly 13 metres
from the sewage system.
13 metres?
At that distance,
any GPR system would detect us,
wouldn't it?
True.
A GPR system has a 15-metre range.
Or instead, they will use a seismograph
that will detect
the vibration from the jackhammer.
So, they'll think
we'll be escaping through here.
But we're not going to leave
through there, are we?
No.
We'll exit through another tunnel.
A tunnel...
that they won't be able to see.
Because it is 26 metres
from any other drain
and, mainly, because it's already there.
We just need to make a hole in order to
open it from here,
from vault number three.
Who made that tunnel?
-I had it built five years ago.
-No...
Once you make the hole
to connect the tunnel to the building,
you'll find 486 metres...
already excavated to...
a hangar
that has already been prepared.
No.
-I take my hat off to you.
-And your knickers.
But all the surveillance cameras...
the ground has also been sealed,
hasn't it?
That's right.
There's a first layer made of steel
and a second one of reinforced concrete.
Besides, no pneumatic drill
can be used there.
It has to be done by hand,
thermal lance, and circular saw.
How many metres?
16 centimetres of steel.
80 centimetres of reinforced concrete.
Finally, soil.
Six metres seventy, in total.
-It's a hell of...
-A good hole.
Hey, and...
how long will it take you
to make that hole?
10, 12 days.
The time we'll be inside here.
Say around...
200 million euros printed per day.
2,400 million.
Yes!
-Come on!
-Professor!
The CSI has confirmed
traces of ammonia and alcohol
on the dashboard, upholstery, windows.
That is, the whole car.
"The lab's chemical report revels
that those products were used"
a few minutes just before we got there.
This makes us believe
that someone related to the gang
was there around the same time as us.
-"What about the homeless man?
-No trace of him."
We have viewed
the traffic surveillance cameras
and shops nearby, but nothing.
"However, there is some good news."
They were able to isolate a fingerprint
on the button you found inside the Ibiza.
"The owner has previous charges.
They are sending us the file."
Attention, listen up everyone.
I need you to leave the tent
for a few minutes.
Everyone, except Detective Rubio.
It'll only take a few minutes.
Thank you very much.
Thank you.
And except the CNI.
Could it be a coincidence that the guy,
"the homeless man,
got to the wreck yard before we did?
No, it wasn't a coincidence."
There is mole amongst us.
What are we going to do about it?
Find him.
The police file is here.
Relax.
Relax.
Everything is okay.
Relax.
You rest.
Stay still.
Relax.
Everything is okay.
Everything is okay.
I'll be right back.
It's okay.
No infection. Good.
Very good.
37.6.
There's no problem.
40, a problem.
37.6, no problem.
Me, in the war, look after many men.
Man looks after man.
No problem.
Everything is fine.
Everything is fine.
Mónica.
Mónica, hey.
How are you feeling?
Better.
What are you doing here?
It's my sleep turn, but I just wanted
to know how you were doing.
It's hot in here, huh?
Yes.
It feels as if there isn't enough oxygen.
If you want, you can rest here, I'm fine.
I'm fine just sitting down
for a little bit.
Fine.
Yes. Yes, yes.
Andrés de Fonollosa.
He has an arrest warrant.
Jewellery shops, vans, auction houses.
White collar thefts.
No exit stamps in his electronic passport.
He probably he has a fake one.
No record of any family or friends either.
The regular informants
don't know who he is.
No address,
he isn't on any census or registry.
"I can only think of talking
to his cell mate.
They shared the same cell
in Soto del Real prison.
Do that. Start the paperwork
to bring him into the tent."
Wait, wait."
That's not everything.
The interesting thing comes
from forensic psychiatry.
Shall I read it to you?
We have ourselves a narcissist, egocentric...
"with delusions of grandeur."
I've gathered you here to tell you
a little about how things are going on.
And to put an end to some rumours.
He shows an absolute lack of empathy.
Rumour has it, Ms. Mónica Gaztambide
has passed away. This rumour is not good.
Rumours create...
uncertainty,
anxiety.
That's why
I would like to explain it all.
It is true, Ms. Mónica,
your colleague, has been executed.
"An eccentric man, with a tendency
toward megalomania, which makes him unable"
to differentiate good from evil.
But I also want to...
share with you some other news.
Good news.
Because the truth...
is that this heist...
is going very smoothly,
on the fast track.
"He has a great sense of honour"
and has a pathological need
to make a good impression.
Especially, on strangers.
Therefore, I want to...
thank you, I must thank
all of you who... are doing your best
and collaborating. Especially, one person.
Mr. Torres.
Mr. Torres.
Paco.
Paquito.
Paquito.
Mr Francisco Torres.
This gentleman
has been printing banknotes for 27 years.
And today,
today he's beaten his own record.
Because, after 40 hours, he's printed...
Tell us how much money you have printed.
311 million euros.
Say it louder, with pride.
For everyone to hear it.
311 million.
311 million euros!
311 million euros.
On his own!
Well, with my colleagues' help, that is.
He's also a humble man.
Thank you, Mr. Torres, thank you.
Thank you everyone.
Mr. Torres, do you know what you are?
You are the fucking hostage of the month.
Yes, let's give him the round of applause
he deserves.
For Mr. Torres!
Come on!
Come on, so he can see
how fond of him we are!
You are a champion.
-So he can feel it.
-Thank you!
And now some more good news,
I would like you to welcome...
in the manner he deserves,
a big round of applause
that he'll never forget,
to Mr Arturo.
The CEO, who is finally out of danger!
Thank you, Paco.
Can I have a word with you in private,
please?
I want you to leak everything you can
about this individual to the press.
What for?
-What for?
-Yes.
That man is turning this
into a fucking show.
As if he were in a film.
Let's see what Spain thinks about him now
when everyone sees
that an eccentric is holding
-a lot of adolescents hostage.
-Raquel.
I doubt you'll win
the people's opinion over
by saying that the kidnappers' leader
is an eccentric.
"This country loves eccentric people.
You'll need more."
Trafficking in women.
An unsolved pimping case.
"Something people can't forgive."
Don't do it. Raquel, don't do it,
don't be so low, don't do it.
Leak it. A pimp.
In an on-going investigation
for trafficking in women
from east European countries,
some of them, underage girls.
"Released for collaborating
with the police.
On top of that, a snitch.
I like your style."
I'm going to the agency
to prepare everything.
-Listen. No, listen to me, Raquel.
Are you sure about this?
We're going to defame a person.
Defame a person?
-Yes.
-Yes?
Look, Ángel, my name is on TV talk shows,
in the international press
as the world's biggest bitch.
And, casually, my ex-husband
has taken this opportunity,
at this time of glory, to ask my daughter
if she wants to move in with him.
Do you know what that means?
He's going to sue me
for sole custody of my daughter.
That he'll speak to a judge and say:
"Your honour, that bitch
is not fit to raise my daughter."
"'And, besides,
the kid wants to live with me'.
Hey, hey, no judge will grant him
sole custody"
-not to someone who physically abused you.
-But not even my mother believes me...
-Do you think a judge will believe me?
-I believe you, Raquel.
I believe you.
I can testify for you.
-Testify?
-Yes.
What will you testify?
-You haven't witnessed a thing.
-What the hell!
Aren't we going to defame Fonollosa?
Here, everyone defames everyone.
Damn! Your husband was the first.
So, I say that... I saw the bruises.
That is, underneath your mini skirt, huh?
But I never wear a mini skirt, Ángel.
Doesn't matter, for god's sake.
And, at the same time, I can testify about
that night we spent in the mountains.
Again, it wasn't in Cercedilla,
it was in Miraflores.
"Excuse me, Inspector."
Can I come in?
What's the matter?
We've come from the wrecking yard.
We've questioned the Russian man.
"Nikolai Dimitrevich, the guard.
A man asked about his car
an hour before you arrived."
He spoke Russian to him.
According to the person's description,
"this man could be the same person
who spoke with Almansa.
The homeless man."
Bring in the Russian man.
"He can look through the files
of delinquents from eastern Europe."
And I want a sketch.
"I want all the files of all the Russians
who have been questioned,
arrested or accused, okay?"
There is software that helps draw up
a sketch here in the tent.
"The image of the Professor was so unknown
like an undone jigsaw puzzle
of 1,000 pieces.
But a witness was going to put
all the pieces together.
And Raquel, who had never believed
in sketches,
was going to have the key
to the whole investigation."
Fuck.
Jessica.
Elena.
Denise.
Paula.
Elisabeth.
Aurora.
And Alison.
I'm sorry I tied you up so tightly.
But, damn, you also stuck a rifle
to my head.
What did you expect me to do?
For an ambassador's daughter,
you're a bit rebellious, aren't you?
Not really, it was the second
crazy thing I've done in my life.
Ah, was it? What was the first?
Taking ballet lessons behind
my father's back.
Blimey, what a crazy thing to do!
Watch out, you start with dancing
and end up in some dangerous stuff,
like, the violin.
And later, going to a rave.
My father has chosen everything for me.
The school, university...
Even the house where I'll study
a postgraduate degree
in Diplomacy at Oxford.
"Alison, this piece of cutlery
is for fish.
Alison, not that glass.
Alison, you will sign up for chess."
It's the same for everything.
Obviously.
And to piss him off,
you take up ballet dancing.
I chose ballet dancing
because my father hates ballet.
And volleyball was on Saturdays.
And on Saturdays I can't do anything
without him knowing.
Fine.
Take your toiletry bag
and up you go in a line.
What were you talking about?
Nothing.
Something about Oxford.
I heard you.
No, about my life.
About my father being bossy.
Are you inviting him to the embassy?
Who?
Rio.
No.
Don't you like my boyfriend?
No.
I love his smile.
Don't you?
No.
I've seen you looking at him,
why are you lying to me?
Rio is cute, isn't he?
Yes, well.
You see? You like him.
It's fine, admit it.
Yes, I do.
Yes, he's with me.
But I'm not a fierce bitch
that goes around biting
when she feels insecure.
If you like playing,
we'll all have to play, won't we?
Off you go.
How long have you been in there?
Look...
I'm very concerned about my pupil, Silvia.
Because she is...
a particularly fragile girl.
And I think she
would feel much more protected
with the rest of the group, you know?
With her friends.
What subject do you teach
at that school, Miss?
-Me?
-Yes.
I teach...
-Philosophy, Ethics.
-Philosophy?
-Yes.
-How nice.
Religious history.
-And... Well, some workshops.
-What kind of workshops?
About the environment; sex education.
It's an important role, isn't it?
And as you're an expert,
you may be able to help me
solve a problem
I have about sexuality. You see...
Actually, I would like
to explain my theory to you.
May I?
Yes, sure.
Tell me.
I came up with it because of jokes.
Jokes.
Jokes.
You know that for a joke to be funny,
there has to be some truth...
and some pain.
Ah, really? No, I didn't know.
-How curious.
-Yes. It is.
Do you know the one about the headache?
No.
The husband arrives home.
"Darling,
I've brought you an aspirin."
And the wife says:
"But I haven't got a headache."
"Then let's fuck."
Have you noticed
the amount of jokes
that portray a male figure
trying to break down the female
to obtain sex?
And the woman, always begrudging,
as if she didn't like it.
Do you think that's the truth?
Don't you have
the same appetite for sex, Miss?
Yes, we do.
Perhaps, not as frequently,
don't you think?
Could be.
But tell me, Silvia,
can I take her with her...?
Ah, of course, Silvia.
Look, stand up a moment, please.
Come with me.
Come.
Look, there she is, Silvia.
You see how relaxed she is?
Hello!
Hello.
Say hello, Miss.
I'm sure that it'll make
the little girl happy.
What's the matter, Nairobi?
You are on TV.
Oslo.
It's been a pleasure, Miss.
Come back whenever you want,
we can talk ethics.
Take her.
-Let's go.
Three sexual assaults,
six intoxications with narcotics,
exhibitionism...
A total of 38 years in prison
and still pending for trial, true?
What did you bring me here for?
You shared the same cell with this man.
Do you remember who he had contact with?
With no-one.
Fine, but he must have some relatives.
Girlfriend.
-Partner.
-I don't know.
Friends.
He didn't mention.
Are you telling me that
he didn't mention anyone in seven months?
What's the matter?
She asked what the matter is.
Did he say anything about his home?
-No.
-No?
His neighbourhood, his home town,
I don't know,
somewhere
he was thinking of going back to.
I don't know, he didn't say anything.
I don't think you quite understand
how this works.
I need you to tell me something.
Do you understand?
A clue to help us.
Think, please.
There's something.
What?
I won't tell you for nothing in return.
I've been in prison for four years.
-I need something in return.
-Sure.
Let's see, don't piss me off.
-Ángel.
-This isn't a film. No, no.
You tell us something and then, well,
we'll see if we can come to some arrangement.
You start talking
and I'll give you a candy.
-Did you hear me?
-Ángel, Ángel!
Relax.
Look here.
I'll sign a form requesting that
the board of Soto
release you on parole.
But only on two conditions.
The first is
that you give us the information now.
If the information is good,
I'll tell you the second condition.
But you have my word
that I'll obtain the parole for you.
He used to inject himself
with some medicine each day.
I have his infirmary records here, but...
it doesn't mention any medical condition.
Yes, I know.
It was something he kept secret.
Something degenerative.
Do you remember the name of the medicine?
Retroxil.
How did he obtain it?
I don't know if you are aware
that in prison it's very easy
to smuggle anything in.
Inside your anal cavity.
And now tell me
what's the second condition.
That you volunteer to undergo
a chemical castration treatment.
As soon as you ask for it, I'll sign
the form to be released on parole.
-No?
-No.
Suárez, take him away.
-Come on.
-You gave me your word.
-You fucking bitch!
-Come on.
Find out what Retroxil is used for.
Track any strange purchasing patterns
in all the pharmacies
during the last six months.
If that guy injected himself with that
every day,
"he had to get himself
a big stash before going in."
Only you.
We can't trust anyone
before we find the mole.
All right.
I brought the Russian guy in, Inspector.
Nikolai.
I sent for you so you can identify
the man from this morning,
in the wrecking yard.
Do you think you could recognise his face?
Can you do a sketch?
Perfectly.
Ángel.
"Tell the others they can come back in.
Come with me."
I think this is the nose.
Almansa.
How is that identikit coming up?
Well, he and I agree
on most of the features.
-"We'll have his face soon.
-Very good."
"Those words made the Professor embark
on something
he had never imagined he would do.
Look to the police to save his skin."
Damn, what a puppy.
Is it still like this?
Shall I help you?
The sooner we finish the hole,
the sooner we get out of here.
Are you tired of being here?
Well.
-This can bore anyone.
-You're bored with 67 hostages,
firing your M-16 with the cops
outside the door. Is that why?
Is that why you tried to bite
that poor lamb's neck?
And then started kissing her,
while she was scared to death.
What the heck was that for?
To provoke you.
You are awfully quiet
when you go for a shit.
And what now?
Are you getting bored of Rio?
-Why do you say that?
-Because you're that kind of person.
Am I?
What kind of person?
The type people wouldn't want for a son.
Do you remember what happened in Toledo,
the day we had paella?
It was the night of San Juan and you went
to the street party without permission.
Yes.
What is it?
-What's wrong?
-Say.
What?
Did you know that there are over
2,000 trillion stars in the sky?
-So, you've counted them all?
-Of course, man.
I need some more fun, here.
And I know, Tokyo, I know you keep
something similar to this in your room.
-Some.
-Yes. We might as well?
-Whoa, Rio! Whoa, Rio! Poor...
-Rio, he was ever so drunk.
-Very drunk.
-How dru...
Will you give me a puff?
Listen.
Why did you tell me that
about the stars earlier on?
I don't really know, mate,
because it's a nice thing.
All the stars up there, like...
I don't know.
There, in the mountains. I don't really
know why I told you that, mate.
Nothing else?
-Nothing else about what?
-I don't know.
That you might mean something else, no?
Something like you might want to fuck
or something of that sort?
But... would you like to?
-Come off it, mate.
-What? Piss off!
Piss off!
Dad...
Dad, what are you doing, standing there?
No, nothing. Nothing,
I was there and you weren't...
Where have you been
at this time and like that?
Shush.
-We are back from the street party.
-Oh, my.
-The street party.
-So you went out...
-We never went to the street party!
-Don't lie.
We stayed in drinking. Off to bed.
I can't sleep now.
I can't sleep,
so I'm going to have a drink, okay?
Dad, you nod off quickly.
Dad, look at me, look at me. Off to bed.
Go to bed. Listen to me.
-Have you got a cigarette?
-For fuck's sake!
-Sure. Here you are, have a smoke.
-Might as well.
-Have this one.
-Come on.
I'm going to the toilet. But, when
I'm back, everyone, to their room.
Come on.
-See if you can get some sleep.
-See you later, dear.
You!
Couldn't you see what I was doing
with my eyes so you would leave?
Why?
You spoiled all the fun, Dad.
Fucking hell...
-Eh... Tokyo and you...?
-Yes, there. There.
-Yes, she's hot.
-Hot?
She's gorgeous, Dad. She's gorgeous.
But there'll be plenty of time for that.
Now you have to focus.
Focus? I haven't been more focused
in all my life.
You have plenty to focus on.
Let's go to bed.
Fuck me. I' m not going to sleep
in the same bed with you
after almost going to sleep
with that goddess.
I'll sleep in the fucking car.
-No way you're sleeping in the car.
-Shut up.
You always do the same thing, damn,
you're always doing that.
-And what's wrong,
I'm not enough for your son?
I think you're too much.
Because you live your life
like a videogame.
Robberies, shooting, lovers.
Adventures...
-Well, yes, I enjoy life.
-No.
You enjoy leaping from one stone
to another in mud pools.
And after you leap, the stone sinks in.
You leave dead bodies behind
on the hard shoulder.
That's what you like.
Whose idea was it to rob the security van?
Yours or your boyfriend's?
Yours, wasn't it?
So now your boyfriend is a dead man.
And so is your mother.
I'm sure that you were aware of how much
harm you were doing to your mother.
And now it's Rio's turn.
You're already bored.
On top of that, you fondle a young girl
while holding her at gunpoint.
So irresponsible.
Fickle, superficial, selfish.
How do you define yourself?
If we all do our job and it goes badly,
it's part of the job.
But for it to go bad because a fickle brat
urgently wants to leave? I won't allow it.
So get working.
We've only got 10 days left.
See if once in your life you fucking
finish what you have started.
"Known for perpetrating numerous robberies
at jeweller's and luxury shops,
Andrés de Fonollosa is also responsible
for other sexual offences."
What a curriculum vitae!
Andrés de Fonollosa.
Who would have thought?
Despite such refinement
and that stick you seem
to have stuck up your bottom,
in the end, it turns out
that you like whores.
"In particular, being part
of a ring for trafficking women
brought in from eastern Europe,
from Albania and Bulgaria,
to be sold later..."
Did you taste those Bulgarian women,
eh, before selling them?
"Procuring and extortion of minors,
-deprivation of liberty..."
-Minors?
-..."as well as the previously mentioned"
-Minors?
-..."armed robbery."
-Minors.
"Amongst them, the attempted robbery
of a well-known jeweller's shop
in Vendôme square."
You're a pig.
Can you tell me
why that girl is in your office, tied up?
What are going to do with her,
piece of scum?
"According to the latest news,
Fonollosa has eluded
this last charge thanks
to his cooperation as an informant."
Ah, and a snitch, too...
"...identified by the police
together with Silene Oliveira..."
I would never sell women.
And it's even less likely I'd be a pimp.
My code of ethics won't let me do it.
The same way it stops me
from snitching on a partner,
despite them being human waste.
And that's nothing to do
with my tastes or my preferences, Nairobi.
If you say so.
-"...the robbers' spokesperson.
A fingerprint from Andrés de Fonollosa
has been found
on a button that the officers found in
a Seat Ibiza linked to the investigation.
-Specialised police units..."
-I've never been inside that car.
"...in search for new traces of DNA
that can provide some clues..."
But I know who did.
What's the matter?
What the fuck are you doing
with my jacket, you piece of crap?
Fuck you, son of a bitch.
Fucking hell.
Tell me, Nairobi,
do you know where Denver is?
No.
I dozed off, damn it.
-Yes, I was about to wake you up.
-Have I been sleeping long?
I don't know.
First time I've slept with a girl
and woken up to find she's still there.
I don't know where you expected me to go.
I don't know where you expected me to go.
Trapped in a vault, with a shot wound
in my leg, amid a kidnapping.
-I don't have many options, do I?
-What's wrong?
You needn't be so harsh,
I saved your life.
You saved my life?
-Yes.
-How did you save my life?
How? Like the Jews in Auschwitz?
When a Nazi pulled them out of the queue
and they didn't go to the gas chamber.
I'm not a fucking Nazi, huh?
I'm not a fucking Nazi.
I'll remind you
that you stole a mobile phone,
-and I was ordered to kill you.
-And what did you do?
Hey, what did you do?
You said no, you stopped him? No.
You shot me in the leg.
You humiliated me in front of everyone.
And now you've locked me up here,
I can't breathe or go to the toilet.
I go where, in a bucket?
So, don't be mistaken.
You may be the best of the Nazis,
but you're still one of them.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I wasn't...
It wasn't my intention to humiliate you.
I don't quite know what to do...
about all this.
I'm going to take you the toilet, okay?
Do you agree?
Okay.
Then, let's go.
Denver!
My friend!
Come here!
Damn it!
Berlin, wait!
Berlin, stop!
Wait, damn it, Berlin!
Listen to me, stop, stop, stop, stop.
You're right!
You're right.
Denver might have lost
the button of your jacket
because he put on your jacket,
but, so what?
-You can't change that.
-But I can punish him.
Berlin.
He's not resting. He's not at the museum
or the tunnel.
Or the printers.
He's probably gone
to the street party again?
Relax, guys, I'll look for him.
Berlin, please, come to your senses.
Come to your senses, huh?
You can't shoot him
because he stole your jacket.
It's a botched job. You're a bloke
with style and that's a botched job.
What about my dignity?
I have a reputation to keep.
My friends from the Costa Azul have seen
my name connected to those lies.
Denver has screwed my honour.
And if someone screws my honour,
I'll destroy him.
Do you understand?
We're talking about integrity here.
Ethics... is important, Nairobi.
But... aesthetics, too.
I beg you, please.
Please, don't screw the plan up for us,
Berlin.
-You fucking scum...
-Eh, eh, eh. Back off.
Nairobi.
-Stay here.
-Helsinki.
What'll you do, will you shoot me?
Stay... here.
It was a fucking joke
the whole jacket thing.
It was a fucking joke
the whole jacket thing!
It was a joke!
I don't know if I'm overdoing it
a little with the lipstick.
I might look a bit like a whore.
What do you think?
-On the contrary, I have a simple look.
-That's why I'm saying it...
-Let's see, where are we heading?
-To the street party.
So, you need to look like
a street... slut.
-What is it?
-We're partying.
Shush.
-The Professor's keys?
-I got them.
Oh, the car...
Fuck!
Done.
-Where is Denver?
-No idea.
What do you mean, no idea?
Yes sir, now it's on.
Quiet.
-But, what's this?
-This is pure elegance.
-Berlin's jacket?
-Yes, that's right.
-He'll kill you.
-No, he won't.
Off we go, off we go.
Silence, silence, silence.
Silence, it's coming... it's coming to me.
-Shush.
-What are you on about?
Have I ever told you about my five wives?
They just want us to impregnate them,
but later...
what comes out of there...
is a nuclear warhead.
Stop it, you're making me nervous!
You look beautiful.
-I chose an anime look for you.
-I like anime.
What's the matter?
Have you been crying.
Who do you think I am?
The fucking best woman.
I think I am a fickle person
who fucks everyone up.
It's like I could see myself in a film,
and I didn't...
recognise myself.
Because I thought I was...
different,
but in fact I'm a fucking mad woman
who causes pain,
and gets bored of everything.
And who doesn't make people happy.
And I don't like the way I am,
nor this fucking book that I saw here
in the CEO's office.
It says I'm a toxic woman.
If you're trying to break up with me,
make me go away or something of that sort,
don't you dare.
Rio, mate...
I'm burnt soil.
Worse.
I'm a fucking petrol drum and a match.
I love bonfires.
And if you're toxic, I'll feel dizzy.
With a joint, and I'll enjoy it.
Look here.
When I see you
at the other side of the museum,
it makes me feel like crying...
just for being with you.
And we fuck
and I'm floating around the room.
I know you will leave me.
But why don't we put up with each other
a little longer?
Does it have to be now?
No, it doesn't have to be now.
Start recording.
-And this hair.
-Perfect.
Z-75, to all units.
There is an arm robbery on Alcántara, 33.
It's a ironmonger's.
Any unit nearby?
Unit Z-32, we are just in front
of the door, we're heading there.
It's him.
Yes. I'm sure.
Why doesn't he pick up, where is he?
[IN RUSSIAN] I'm in front of
your daughter Karina's school.
"And people from my organization
are in Krostoma,
watching your wife
coming out of the supermarket."
If the identikit you're doing
"looks like me,
you'll never see either of them again."
Who the hell is on channel 8?
"The police cannot protect you, Nikolai."
Let go of that, let go of that! Let go!
-Fuck!
-Let go of that!
God! What the heck did he say?
What the heck did he say?
I didn't hear anything.
What did he tell you?
H-50. Control room. Where was
that message in Russian sent from?
"From a Z, Z-32."
Z-32, do you read me?
"This is Z-32 exiting the ironmonger's.
It was a false robbery call."
Someone is in your car.
Run to the patrol car.
Control room, yes, someone
got in, but there's no-one here now.
He must be nearby.
Look for someone, a suspect.
Male, 40 years old, has a beard.
"There's no-one nearby. We're on the move."
Denver!
Denver?
Denver.
-I was looking for you.
-Here I am.
The thing is...
my face is all over
the TV news reports.
Do you know what they say about me?
-No.
-That I'm thief.
That I can understand,
but they all say I like prostitutes,
I am a procurer, I abuse kids.
And all that because of a button.
A button from my jacket.
Remember? The one you put on.
And apparently you left it behind
inside the car we had in Toledo.
A car that, by the way,
I, I'm sure, wasn't...
I was never in.
Do you know what that means?
I don't know.
-You do know.
-I don't know.
You have just fucked-up my life.
Come off it.
-What should I do with you?
-Berlin.
I'm sorry, mate,
I didn't see the fucking button.
I'll compensate you with 10 or 15 million
from my share and move on.
-Do you reckon?
-15 million?
15 million, don't piss me off.
We go and screw everything. 15 million.
-15 million euros.
-I can sign it on paper if you want.
-For a button?
-For a button.
-Leave him, Berlin.
-What's going on here?
Nothing is going on.
It's funny.
I came here... with the idea
of shooting him like, I don't know,
in his foot to compensate
now I'm beginning to feel like
shooting him in the head
and I don't quite know why.
Berlin.
Yes... Shush.
Thank you.
Retroxil, it's a rare medicine,
made to order.
It's used to palliate trembling
caused by a very unusual
degenerative neuronal disease.
What?
Helmers' Myopathy.
The Russians launched this medicine
four years ago
and apparently it was successful.
They were able to change
the outcome of Fonollosa's disease
from being a lethal disease
for all those who suffer it
to only nine out of ten dying.
So if... Mr Fonollosa is not that one,
he'll be dead in less than 24 months.
That man has nothing to lose.
But that's not necessary...
Denver.
Denver, is it you?
I ordered you to kill her on Friday.
And today is Sunday.
Resurrection Sunday!
Praise the Lord.
IN THE NEXT EPISODE
Go ahead!
My name is Alison Parker
and I'm the fucking boss.
Do not fuck with me!
I have a nice surprise for you.
"Hi, son.
-Think it over, you can back out, darling."
-Aníbal Cortés turning himself in
would mean that our plan is working.
I can help you
solve their problems.
"You capacity
to change your destiny."
You really don't want to be
the great heroine of the building?
You motherfucker! Alison!
The Valencia plan is activated.
Now.
Incredible set-up
you've assembled here, huh?