Santo (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
[clock ticking]
THE POLICE HAVE SPENT YEARS
LOOKING FOR A DRUG LORD
WHO PERFORMS BLOODTHIRSTY RITUALS
NO ONE HAS SEEN HIS FACE
HE'S KNOWN TO HIS FOLLOWERS AS
[clock ticking]
[ticking speeds up]
- [ominous music playing]
- [ticking continues]
- [horn blares]
- [man] Move! Let's go!
[woman] Go around!
[ticking stops]
[gun blasts]
[motorcycle tires screech]
[eerie music playing]
[clock ticking slowly]
A NETFLIX SERIES
- [train clacking]
- [power tools clunking]
- [car horn blaring]
- [machinery whirring]
- [sighs]
- [honks horn]
[revving engine]
[tires screech]
[ominous music playing]
[helicopter whirring]
MADRID, SPAIN
[woman] Cristóbal Nilo Martínez.
Three convictions for trafficking,
four for armed robbery
and two more for money laundering,
pending trial.
Don't touch anything.
[police radio chatter]
[woman] They shot him
before setting him on fire.
The vehicle was registered
under his partner's name.
María Carracedo Romero, 32 years old.
She said she had left the house
with their son half an hour earlier.
The eyewitness has identified the boy.
This is him. Mario. Eight years old.
He was wearing the same clothes
when he was taken
by the guys on motorcycles.
You will recall
that last week in Moratalaz,
another trafficker was shot.
He was walking down the sidewalk.
Broad daylight.
He's very fortunate to be alive still.
He went by the name Chinche.
They shot him from a motorcycle.
Every single eyewitness has agreed
that the motorcycle they saw was red.
Cristóbal Nilo
had two phone numbers for himself.
Susi, I'm gonna want intel
from that call log.
Go through it carefully.
The last call he received was yesterday,
after he died.
The phone didn't ring.
He had it on him,
but it was already burned to a crisp.
[distant siren wailing]
[dialing]
Whoever called him was within
a hundred meters of the torched car.
[busy signal beeping]
We'd already covered the area.
As some of you saw.
[bugs chirping]
[buzzer sounds]
[gates clanging]
- [buzzer sounds]
- [gate unlocks]
[man] Chinche is tough.
Those bastards couldn't take him out.
The bullet exited
the same way it entered.
A miracle, they said.
[man 2 sighs]
You believe in miracles?
The guys on motorcycles.
You know who they are? Who sent them?
[tuts] I'm no good at noses.
[sighs] No.
The nose is the hardest. Not there yet.
And what do they want?
To kick you out of the business?
Are you afraid of losing your payout?
How's your daughter?
Why the fuck did they take
that little kid? Why?
I've noticed that you're wearing a suit
every time you come by.
Are we gettin' serious?
The guys on the motorcycles. Have they
been to see María, or asked for a ransom?
Hey. Hey!
What the fuck do I know?
Find the fucking bikers
and get rid of them!
That's your job. That's why they pay you.
I'm also paying you,
and it does no fucking good!
They kill my right-hand man
and you come crying to me.
[mocking] "Oh, why? Oh, why, why, why?"
Raise your voice to me again and I'll
flush your little paints down the toilet.
One report for bad behavior,
they'll burn your paintings
and stick you in solitary.
Is that what you want?
Norwegians.
That's what Chinche says.
Guys on the bikes,
Norwegians, from Norway.
[starts car]
[tires squealing]
[eerie string music playing]
SALVADOR, BRAZIL
[woman] Child between six
and seven years of age.
Sex, male.
Died approximately 40 hours
before being found.
Cause of death,
decapitation.
Postmortem injuries.
traumatic amputation of the arms and legs.
Trepanned skull through the parietal,
probably with the intention
of removing the brain.
That's Santo's signature.
[man shouting]
FEDERAL POLICE
[bell rings]
- Good morning.
- [woman] Good morning.
Federal Police.
[soft clicking]
[woman] Who found him?
[officer] A fisherman on the beach.
[beads clicking softly]
How was he when you found him?
[tender piano music playing]
I want to know all the details.
They found an arm first.
The cops recovered the rest
when they were called.
His whole body, then?
His brain was never found.
[ominous music playing]
[man] This is Inspector Luis Freitas.
- And this is Agent Ernesto Cardona.
- Cardona.
He's never worked in narcotics.
There's nobody who knows him.
Let's build some backstory
for my man, huh?
[sighs] What do you know about Santo?
The boy on the beach. Was it him?
- Don't make this personal.
- I'm a police officer.
Yeah.
Cardona, listen carefully
to what I'm about to tell you.
If you become an undercover agent
in Santo's organization,
there's no going back.
Nobody will hear from you again.
Nobody. Not even the police.
There'll be no goodbyes to your family,
no nothing.
Ernesto Cardona will be wiped
from the face of the Earth.
[airplane approaching]
[man] Get it ready.
- We gotta get outta here.
- [men shouting]
Let's fucking go.
[truck door closes]
[truck starts]
29 São Cândido Street. Okay?
Is that right?
29 São Cândido Street.
[Cardona] How many kilos of cocaine
do you think we got back there?
That's some money. Damn.
Have you met him?
Do you know Santo?
Whoa!
[laughing]
Santo can see me here.
[phone ringing]
[faint radio chatter]
- Hello?
- [man] End the operation now.
- [Freitas] But Cardona's in the car.
- The operation's been compromised.
- His cover's blown.
- Understood. Thank you.
- Two-four-seven.
- [beep]
- [man] Two-four-seven, go ahead.
- [beep]
Order to intervene.
- Okay, understood. Before the bridge.
- You're gonna fuck everything up this way.
The team does not know
Cardona's a police officer.
They'll fucking kill Cardona.
[accelerating]
Federal Police! Pull the car over now!
- Get out of the car!
- [officer 2] Get out of the car, now!
Good luck, brother. Thanks for everything.
Don't get out! Don't get out!
Your weapon!
- Don't shoot! No!
- [officer 1] Drop your weapon!
- [Cardona] Don't shoot!
- Drop it!
Drop your fucking weapon
and get on the ground!
- [Cardona] Stop!
- [grunts]
[gunfire over radio]
[radio static]
[feedback buzzes]
[gunfire continues]
[sighs]
[grunting]
[dog barking]
[vehicle approaching]
Stop! Hey! Stop the car!
Federal Police. Get me out of here.
[distant siren wailing]
[exhales]
[upbeat pop music playing]
- [turns volume up]
- ♪ Alors, on dance ♪
♪ Alors, on dance ♪
♪ Alors, on dance ♪
♪ Alors, on dance ♪
POLICE STATION
[radio chatter]
[siren wailing]
Hi, there.
You hungry?
No.
[woman on TV] We turn to the continuing
issue of drug trafficking in this country.
Police are investigating
several cases of drug trafficking
and their links
to the international drug trade.
Your burger.
- An increasing problem that affects...
- Dad, this place is gross.
- ...every year, people who find themselves...
- I thought you liked the burgers here.
- Not bad, right? Hmm?
- They become unfortunate pawns...
- Just eat and we'll go.
- To your house?
- ...to call with information...
- We'll go on a walk first.
No, I need to live there.
- [man] The problem...
- You said the end of the semester.
- ...tension on the streets...
- When did I say that?
- Often the kingpins of the drug cartels...
- Lucía, my house won't work right now.
You know how hot it gets in there.
And it's far from your school.
- Who cares? It's summertime.
- You're going up the coast to your mom.
- ...now to a recent incident...
- Mom's being unbearable.
- I'm also unbearable right now.
- A prisoner was murdered,
though it still isn't known
whether it was by organized crime.
[woman] A quick warning
for our viewers at home.
The images you are seeing on your screen
is actual footage from a security camera
- taken from inside a Spanish prison.
- [fork clatters]
[man] Yes, exactly. That's right.
This is actual footage.
The victim is the drug trafficker
Juan José Velilla, AKA Ronaldo.
Police believe it may have been
a contract killing
which was ordered by a foreign gang.
[door opens]
[lighter clicks]
[pop song in Portuguese
playing on speakers]
[gate clanking]
[gasps]
[ethereal music playing]
[tender music playing]
Forgive me.
- Forgive me.
- [sighs]
I didn't know where you were.
You disappeared.
You didn't send any word. Nothing.
You were completely gone.
So, are you back?
[bead curtain jangling]
[static crackling]
[woman] Help me.
Get me out of here, please.
Get me out of here.
My name is Bárbara Azevedo.
He's gone completely crazy.
He wants to kill me.
[burst of static]
Come quickly. Come quickly, please.
[gasps] We are...
- Damn it. Why does it cut off there?
- It's a fake. It's a trick.
- It's not real.
- That's her.
- It's Bárbara.
- [woman] Santo's mistress.
[dramatic music building]
[voices chattering]
- We found her.
- The call was made here.
In a radius of...
a hundred meters.
It was actually
the only call in that area.
An abandoned cement factory.
- It's a trap, Cardona.
- Yeah? Well, I love traps.
You're putting everyone at risk.
- Completely unjustified.
- [siren whooping]
Even if it were real,
why would they let her make that call?
I don't know.
That's what I'm gonna find out!
[engine starts]
- [sirens wailing]
- [radio chatter]
FEDERAL POLICE
- [beep]
- Cardona, what's going on?
- [beep]
- [Cardona] Nothing.
It's all empty.
Looks like they were here recently.
Stinks like fucking shit.
- [interference buzzing]
- Cardona?
[interference continues]
[switches radio off]
Ah! [grunts]
[groaning]
Got you. Hold on!
[grunting]
[Cardona groans]
- You all right?
- Is he okay?
- You good? Just be careful.
- [clattering]
[yells]
[yells]
[gunfire continues]
[loud heavy metal music starts playing]
[music becomes louder]
God damn it! Help me!
[music turns off]
[gasping]
[coughing]
[wheezing and coughing]
[clanging]
[man yells] Come on!
[mouths]
[gunfire continues]
[man yells] Come on!
Come on!
[engine revs]
[tires squeal]
Stop!
[dramatic drum hit]
[dramatic drum hit]
[steady bleeping]
How are you feeling now?
[ominous music playing]
[sighs]
Who else knows about the phone call?
He hung you up, didn't he?
No.
Where is he?
Where is Santo?
[dramatic drum hit]
How long have you been with him?
I think, three years.
No.
- It was longer.
- [door opens]
- I don't know.
- You don't know?
You are his mistress, aren't you?
When was the last time
you saw Santo anyway, Bárbara?
I've never seen his face.
No one has.
But you already knew that, I bet.
So why did they take you to the factory?
They wanted to kill you, but why?
Santo has a pact with Iku.
With Death.
He has to provide Iku with sacrifices.
- To be freed from his enemies.
- Fucking psycho.
In order to live like
the kings of Dahomey.
He makes his whole family
have big parties. Drinking, dancing.
Santo promises
that nothing will ever happen to them.
- That no one will be caught.
- [male officer whispers] What?
And that no one will ever
find out what they're doing...
because they're invisible.
So why'd they want you dead?
He'll never forgive you people.
[power tools grinding]
[clanging]
- What'd he say?
- Nothing.
[starts car]
[distant siren wailing]
- You don't have air conditioning?
- Relax. It works when it wants to.
You'll be fine for ten minutes. Please.
Yeah.
[sirens blaring]
[sighs]
What's up with you today?
- Nothing.
- You sure?
Susana. What is it?
I went through Cristóbal Nilo's calls.
Numbers that called him and from where.
Someone called him from near your house.
Ronaldo had a phone in his cell.
And he received calls from that area too,
a few times a day.
[faint radio chatter]
[laughs] Damn it, Millán,
you're not gonna say anything?
Come on. I mean, what is it?
Is it your informant?
I wouldn't say even if it was.
- So what?
- So nothing.
[sighs] You're making things difficult.
The videos, the motorcycles.
I'm not involved in anything
you've been investigating.
- You finished here?
- Yeah.
- You can doubt me if you want to.
- I didn't say I was doing that.
Though you know
they're asking for my report.
And you might wanna have
an explanation ready.
- Mm.
- Yeah.
NATIONAL POLICE
[man] He's the most wanted narco
in Brazil. Santo.
A murderer.
Some kind of... guru. Very dangerous.
Warrant for immediate arrest.
The DEA confirmed he left Brazil
a week ago, traveling on this passport.
And that he landed in Barajas.
A forgery. It's confirmed.
It's not what he looks like.
That's not his name.
- We don't have any photographs?
- Mm. We have dozens. All different.
Fake paperwork, unreliable witnesses.
But no one has identified him
because nobody has seen this guy's face.
Or they're staying quiet.
- Interpol knows they call him Santo.
- And he's in Madrid.
[distant voices chattering]
[door rattling]
[ominous music playing]
[ominous music building]
IKU IS CALLING YOU
[siren blaring]
LOCAL POLICE
[radio chatter]
[murmured conversation]
[sighs]
We've finished the examination.
It was Santo.
[suspenseful music playing]
- [engine starts]
- Get in. Let's go.
So where are we going right now?
To the attorney.
I've already told you everything.
[siren passing]
Why'd you become a cop?
- [tires screeching]
- [glass smashing]
[weapons clicking]
- Alberto?
- Fuck! We got hit by a car!
- [gunfire]
- What's going on out there?
- A car! Oh fuck!
- [grunts]
- [engine grinding]
- [gunshot]
- [automatic gunfire]
- [glass smashing]
- Hold on! Don't let go!
- [metal clanking]
[gunfire continues]
[clanking]
[thumping]
[gunfire continues in distance]
[breathing heavily]
[distant gunfire and shouting]
[thumping steps]
[clattering]
Come on out.
[radio chatter]
[sirens wailing]
[radio chatter]
[Cardona] Go! Run!
FEDERAL POLICE
Drive. Drive!
[jet engines passing overhead]
[man on PA] Flight 945 to Madrid
boarding in ten minutes.
There are people waiting for you
in Montevideo.
When you get to Uruguay,
switch passports and go on to Madrid.
Good luck.
[dog barking]
[baby wailing]
[man] Shut up. Quit yanking my chain.
- Hello.
- Hi.
Samuel López Sancho?
- [Samuel] What do you want?
- We just wanted to check some details.
Don't worry, it's just a few questions.
Sir, did you buy a motorcycle,
one thousand CCs,
last Monday, June 22nd,
from the dealership in San Juan?
- [baby crying]
- Yeah, why?
- Uh, the following...
- Shut that fucking kid up!
[woman] You shut up!
As I was saying,
the following Monday, June 29th,
you bought a second motorcycle.
Both paid in cash, is that right?
Yeah. I think I have the receipt. Hold on.
- [clattering]
- Hey!
In the patio!
[suspenseful music playing]
V-22 to M-4.
Suspect fled through the window.
Use cars to block north entrance.
He may be armed.
I repeat, he may be armed.
[Millán grunts]
[dog barking]
[Susi] Stop!
Stop!
[grunts]
[Millán] Hey! Stop!
[fires gun]
Take it easy.
- I... I'm turning myself in.
- [coughs]
It's over. Arrest me.
Who gave you the cash
for the fucking motorcycles?
I don't know. I don't know who he is.
Not good enough.
I'll put you down right fucking now.
No one'll ever know!
Hansen.
- Olin Hansen.
- [sirens approaching]
But I don't know him.
I saw him once. I swear to God.
[sirens getting closer]
On the ground.
- Get on the fucking ground.
- [grunts]
You better not tell anyone
what you just told me.
Don't tell anybody.
Don't mention that name again.
You understand me?
- Or I'll ruin your fucking life.
- Yes, sir. All right.
[rattling]
[grunting]
[panting]
[whirring]
[typing]
[bleep]
[door opens]
- [sirens wailing]
- [tires screeching]
[loud thud]
[ominous music playing]
[officer] Sh.
[radio chatter]
[water flowing]
[sounds of water growing louder]
[retching]
[grunts]
[exhales]
[strains]
[high-pitched ringing]
[Millán] Help! Help me!
- [Susi] Quickly!
- [Millán grunts]
Bárbara.
Bárbara.
THE POLICE HAVE SPENT YEARS
LOOKING FOR A DRUG LORD
WHO PERFORMS BLOODTHIRSTY RITUALS
NO ONE HAS SEEN HIS FACE
HE'S KNOWN TO HIS FOLLOWERS AS
[clock ticking]
[ticking speeds up]
- [ominous music playing]
- [ticking continues]
- [horn blares]
- [man] Move! Let's go!
[woman] Go around!
[ticking stops]
[gun blasts]
[motorcycle tires screech]
[eerie music playing]
[clock ticking slowly]
A NETFLIX SERIES
- [train clacking]
- [power tools clunking]
- [car horn blaring]
- [machinery whirring]
- [sighs]
- [honks horn]
[revving engine]
[tires screech]
[ominous music playing]
[helicopter whirring]
MADRID, SPAIN
[woman] Cristóbal Nilo Martínez.
Three convictions for trafficking,
four for armed robbery
and two more for money laundering,
pending trial.
Don't touch anything.
[police radio chatter]
[woman] They shot him
before setting him on fire.
The vehicle was registered
under his partner's name.
María Carracedo Romero, 32 years old.
She said she had left the house
with their son half an hour earlier.
The eyewitness has identified the boy.
This is him. Mario. Eight years old.
He was wearing the same clothes
when he was taken
by the guys on motorcycles.
You will recall
that last week in Moratalaz,
another trafficker was shot.
He was walking down the sidewalk.
Broad daylight.
He's very fortunate to be alive still.
He went by the name Chinche.
They shot him from a motorcycle.
Every single eyewitness has agreed
that the motorcycle they saw was red.
Cristóbal Nilo
had two phone numbers for himself.
Susi, I'm gonna want intel
from that call log.
Go through it carefully.
The last call he received was yesterday,
after he died.
The phone didn't ring.
He had it on him,
but it was already burned to a crisp.
[distant siren wailing]
[dialing]
Whoever called him was within
a hundred meters of the torched car.
[busy signal beeping]
We'd already covered the area.
As some of you saw.
[bugs chirping]
[buzzer sounds]
[gates clanging]
- [buzzer sounds]
- [gate unlocks]
[man] Chinche is tough.
Those bastards couldn't take him out.
The bullet exited
the same way it entered.
A miracle, they said.
[man 2 sighs]
You believe in miracles?
The guys on motorcycles.
You know who they are? Who sent them?
[tuts] I'm no good at noses.
[sighs] No.
The nose is the hardest. Not there yet.
And what do they want?
To kick you out of the business?
Are you afraid of losing your payout?
How's your daughter?
Why the fuck did they take
that little kid? Why?
I've noticed that you're wearing a suit
every time you come by.
Are we gettin' serious?
The guys on the motorcycles. Have they
been to see María, or asked for a ransom?
Hey. Hey!
What the fuck do I know?
Find the fucking bikers
and get rid of them!
That's your job. That's why they pay you.
I'm also paying you,
and it does no fucking good!
They kill my right-hand man
and you come crying to me.
[mocking] "Oh, why? Oh, why, why, why?"
Raise your voice to me again and I'll
flush your little paints down the toilet.
One report for bad behavior,
they'll burn your paintings
and stick you in solitary.
Is that what you want?
Norwegians.
That's what Chinche says.
Guys on the bikes,
Norwegians, from Norway.
[starts car]
[tires squealing]
[eerie string music playing]
SALVADOR, BRAZIL
[woman] Child between six
and seven years of age.
Sex, male.
Died approximately 40 hours
before being found.
Cause of death,
decapitation.
Postmortem injuries.
traumatic amputation of the arms and legs.
Trepanned skull through the parietal,
probably with the intention
of removing the brain.
That's Santo's signature.
[man shouting]
FEDERAL POLICE
[bell rings]
- Good morning.
- [woman] Good morning.
Federal Police.
[soft clicking]
[woman] Who found him?
[officer] A fisherman on the beach.
[beads clicking softly]
How was he when you found him?
[tender piano music playing]
I want to know all the details.
They found an arm first.
The cops recovered the rest
when they were called.
His whole body, then?
His brain was never found.
[ominous music playing]
[man] This is Inspector Luis Freitas.
- And this is Agent Ernesto Cardona.
- Cardona.
He's never worked in narcotics.
There's nobody who knows him.
Let's build some backstory
for my man, huh?
[sighs] What do you know about Santo?
The boy on the beach. Was it him?
- Don't make this personal.
- I'm a police officer.
Yeah.
Cardona, listen carefully
to what I'm about to tell you.
If you become an undercover agent
in Santo's organization,
there's no going back.
Nobody will hear from you again.
Nobody. Not even the police.
There'll be no goodbyes to your family,
no nothing.
Ernesto Cardona will be wiped
from the face of the Earth.
[airplane approaching]
[man] Get it ready.
- We gotta get outta here.
- [men shouting]
Let's fucking go.
[truck door closes]
[truck starts]
29 São Cândido Street. Okay?
Is that right?
29 São Cândido Street.
[Cardona] How many kilos of cocaine
do you think we got back there?
That's some money. Damn.
Have you met him?
Do you know Santo?
Whoa!
[laughing]
Santo can see me here.
[phone ringing]
[faint radio chatter]
- Hello?
- [man] End the operation now.
- [Freitas] But Cardona's in the car.
- The operation's been compromised.
- His cover's blown.
- Understood. Thank you.
- Two-four-seven.
- [beep]
- [man] Two-four-seven, go ahead.
- [beep]
Order to intervene.
- Okay, understood. Before the bridge.
- You're gonna fuck everything up this way.
The team does not know
Cardona's a police officer.
They'll fucking kill Cardona.
[accelerating]
Federal Police! Pull the car over now!
- Get out of the car!
- [officer 2] Get out of the car, now!
Good luck, brother. Thanks for everything.
Don't get out! Don't get out!
Your weapon!
- Don't shoot! No!
- [officer 1] Drop your weapon!
- [Cardona] Don't shoot!
- Drop it!
Drop your fucking weapon
and get on the ground!
- [Cardona] Stop!
- [grunts]
[gunfire over radio]
[radio static]
[feedback buzzes]
[gunfire continues]
[sighs]
[grunting]
[dog barking]
[vehicle approaching]
Stop! Hey! Stop the car!
Federal Police. Get me out of here.
[distant siren wailing]
[exhales]
[upbeat pop music playing]
- [turns volume up]
- ♪ Alors, on dance ♪
♪ Alors, on dance ♪
♪ Alors, on dance ♪
♪ Alors, on dance ♪
POLICE STATION
[radio chatter]
[siren wailing]
Hi, there.
You hungry?
No.
[woman on TV] We turn to the continuing
issue of drug trafficking in this country.
Police are investigating
several cases of drug trafficking
and their links
to the international drug trade.
Your burger.
- An increasing problem that affects...
- Dad, this place is gross.
- ...every year, people who find themselves...
- I thought you liked the burgers here.
- Not bad, right? Hmm?
- They become unfortunate pawns...
- Just eat and we'll go.
- To your house?
- ...to call with information...
- We'll go on a walk first.
No, I need to live there.
- [man] The problem...
- You said the end of the semester.
- ...tension on the streets...
- When did I say that?
- Often the kingpins of the drug cartels...
- Lucía, my house won't work right now.
You know how hot it gets in there.
And it's far from your school.
- Who cares? It's summertime.
- You're going up the coast to your mom.
- ...now to a recent incident...
- Mom's being unbearable.
- I'm also unbearable right now.
- A prisoner was murdered,
though it still isn't known
whether it was by organized crime.
[woman] A quick warning
for our viewers at home.
The images you are seeing on your screen
is actual footage from a security camera
- taken from inside a Spanish prison.
- [fork clatters]
[man] Yes, exactly. That's right.
This is actual footage.
The victim is the drug trafficker
Juan José Velilla, AKA Ronaldo.
Police believe it may have been
a contract killing
which was ordered by a foreign gang.
[door opens]
[lighter clicks]
[pop song in Portuguese
playing on speakers]
[gate clanking]
[gasps]
[ethereal music playing]
[tender music playing]
Forgive me.
- Forgive me.
- [sighs]
I didn't know where you were.
You disappeared.
You didn't send any word. Nothing.
You were completely gone.
So, are you back?
[bead curtain jangling]
[static crackling]
[woman] Help me.
Get me out of here, please.
Get me out of here.
My name is Bárbara Azevedo.
He's gone completely crazy.
He wants to kill me.
[burst of static]
Come quickly. Come quickly, please.
[gasps] We are...
- Damn it. Why does it cut off there?
- It's a fake. It's a trick.
- It's not real.
- That's her.
- It's Bárbara.
- [woman] Santo's mistress.
[dramatic music building]
[voices chattering]
- We found her.
- The call was made here.
In a radius of...
a hundred meters.
It was actually
the only call in that area.
An abandoned cement factory.
- It's a trap, Cardona.
- Yeah? Well, I love traps.
You're putting everyone at risk.
- Completely unjustified.
- [siren whooping]
Even if it were real,
why would they let her make that call?
I don't know.
That's what I'm gonna find out!
[engine starts]
- [sirens wailing]
- [radio chatter]
FEDERAL POLICE
- [beep]
- Cardona, what's going on?
- [beep]
- [Cardona] Nothing.
It's all empty.
Looks like they were here recently.
Stinks like fucking shit.
- [interference buzzing]
- Cardona?
[interference continues]
[switches radio off]
Ah! [grunts]
[groaning]
Got you. Hold on!
[grunting]
[Cardona groans]
- You all right?
- Is he okay?
- You good? Just be careful.
- [clattering]
[yells]
[yells]
[gunfire continues]
[loud heavy metal music starts playing]
[music becomes louder]
God damn it! Help me!
[music turns off]
[gasping]
[coughing]
[wheezing and coughing]
[clanging]
[man yells] Come on!
[mouths]
[gunfire continues]
[man yells] Come on!
Come on!
[engine revs]
[tires squeal]
Stop!
[dramatic drum hit]
[dramatic drum hit]
[steady bleeping]
How are you feeling now?
[ominous music playing]
[sighs]
Who else knows about the phone call?
He hung you up, didn't he?
No.
Where is he?
Where is Santo?
[dramatic drum hit]
How long have you been with him?
I think, three years.
No.
- It was longer.
- [door opens]
- I don't know.
- You don't know?
You are his mistress, aren't you?
When was the last time
you saw Santo anyway, Bárbara?
I've never seen his face.
No one has.
But you already knew that, I bet.
So why did they take you to the factory?
They wanted to kill you, but why?
Santo has a pact with Iku.
With Death.
He has to provide Iku with sacrifices.
- To be freed from his enemies.
- Fucking psycho.
In order to live like
the kings of Dahomey.
He makes his whole family
have big parties. Drinking, dancing.
Santo promises
that nothing will ever happen to them.
- That no one will be caught.
- [male officer whispers] What?
And that no one will ever
find out what they're doing...
because they're invisible.
So why'd they want you dead?
He'll never forgive you people.
[power tools grinding]
[clanging]
- What'd he say?
- Nothing.
[starts car]
[distant siren wailing]
- You don't have air conditioning?
- Relax. It works when it wants to.
You'll be fine for ten minutes. Please.
Yeah.
[sirens blaring]
[sighs]
What's up with you today?
- Nothing.
- You sure?
Susana. What is it?
I went through Cristóbal Nilo's calls.
Numbers that called him and from where.
Someone called him from near your house.
Ronaldo had a phone in his cell.
And he received calls from that area too,
a few times a day.
[faint radio chatter]
[laughs] Damn it, Millán,
you're not gonna say anything?
Come on. I mean, what is it?
Is it your informant?
I wouldn't say even if it was.
- So what?
- So nothing.
[sighs] You're making things difficult.
The videos, the motorcycles.
I'm not involved in anything
you've been investigating.
- You finished here?
- Yeah.
- You can doubt me if you want to.
- I didn't say I was doing that.
Though you know
they're asking for my report.
And you might wanna have
an explanation ready.
- Mm.
- Yeah.
NATIONAL POLICE
[man] He's the most wanted narco
in Brazil. Santo.
A murderer.
Some kind of... guru. Very dangerous.
Warrant for immediate arrest.
The DEA confirmed he left Brazil
a week ago, traveling on this passport.
And that he landed in Barajas.
A forgery. It's confirmed.
It's not what he looks like.
That's not his name.
- We don't have any photographs?
- Mm. We have dozens. All different.
Fake paperwork, unreliable witnesses.
But no one has identified him
because nobody has seen this guy's face.
Or they're staying quiet.
- Interpol knows they call him Santo.
- And he's in Madrid.
[distant voices chattering]
[door rattling]
[ominous music playing]
[ominous music building]
IKU IS CALLING YOU
[siren blaring]
LOCAL POLICE
[radio chatter]
[murmured conversation]
[sighs]
We've finished the examination.
It was Santo.
[suspenseful music playing]
- [engine starts]
- Get in. Let's go.
So where are we going right now?
To the attorney.
I've already told you everything.
[siren passing]
Why'd you become a cop?
- [tires screeching]
- [glass smashing]
[weapons clicking]
- Alberto?
- Fuck! We got hit by a car!
- [gunfire]
- What's going on out there?
- A car! Oh fuck!
- [grunts]
- [engine grinding]
- [gunshot]
- [automatic gunfire]
- [glass smashing]
- Hold on! Don't let go!
- [metal clanking]
[gunfire continues]
[clanking]
[thumping]
[gunfire continues in distance]
[breathing heavily]
[distant gunfire and shouting]
[thumping steps]
[clattering]
Come on out.
[radio chatter]
[sirens wailing]
[radio chatter]
[Cardona] Go! Run!
FEDERAL POLICE
Drive. Drive!
[jet engines passing overhead]
[man on PA] Flight 945 to Madrid
boarding in ten minutes.
There are people waiting for you
in Montevideo.
When you get to Uruguay,
switch passports and go on to Madrid.
Good luck.
[dog barking]
[baby wailing]
[man] Shut up. Quit yanking my chain.
- Hello.
- Hi.
Samuel López Sancho?
- [Samuel] What do you want?
- We just wanted to check some details.
Don't worry, it's just a few questions.
Sir, did you buy a motorcycle,
one thousand CCs,
last Monday, June 22nd,
from the dealership in San Juan?
- [baby crying]
- Yeah, why?
- Uh, the following...
- Shut that fucking kid up!
[woman] You shut up!
As I was saying,
the following Monday, June 29th,
you bought a second motorcycle.
Both paid in cash, is that right?
Yeah. I think I have the receipt. Hold on.
- [clattering]
- Hey!
In the patio!
[suspenseful music playing]
V-22 to M-4.
Suspect fled through the window.
Use cars to block north entrance.
He may be armed.
I repeat, he may be armed.
[Millán grunts]
[dog barking]
[Susi] Stop!
Stop!
[grunts]
[Millán] Hey! Stop!
[fires gun]
Take it easy.
- I... I'm turning myself in.
- [coughs]
It's over. Arrest me.
Who gave you the cash
for the fucking motorcycles?
I don't know. I don't know who he is.
Not good enough.
I'll put you down right fucking now.
No one'll ever know!
Hansen.
- Olin Hansen.
- [sirens approaching]
But I don't know him.
I saw him once. I swear to God.
[sirens getting closer]
On the ground.
- Get on the fucking ground.
- [grunts]
You better not tell anyone
what you just told me.
Don't tell anybody.
Don't mention that name again.
You understand me?
- Or I'll ruin your fucking life.
- Yes, sir. All right.
[rattling]
[grunting]
[panting]
[whirring]
[typing]
[bleep]
[door opens]
- [sirens wailing]
- [tires screeching]
[loud thud]
[ominous music playing]
[officer] Sh.
[radio chatter]
[water flowing]
[sounds of water growing louder]
[retching]
[grunts]
[exhales]
[strains]
[high-pitched ringing]
[Millán] Help! Help me!
- [Susi] Quickly!
- [Millán grunts]
Bárbara.
Bárbara.