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MY MOM AND ME

No.

That's not what
I have planned for you.

Did you get any warning,
any threats or messages?

Nothing.

You're sure they only accessed
the monkey enclosure?

That's right.

-Yes, what is it?
-We have all the monkeys.

I see it.

What are you doing
up at this time?

I can't sleep and I couldn't
just lay in bed anymore.

Welcome to the world
of insomnia.

Why can't you sleep?
Are you worried about something?

Everything.

What about you?

Is it a boy?

Do you believe
in second chances?

Watch out, you may get let down
a second time.

So, what's his name?

No, I mean someone who...

did something wrong,
or made a mistake.

What kind of mistake?

I don't know...

like a thief, or murderer,
or a rapist, perhaps.

It depends.
Some don't deserve it.

So, some do?

If there is true remorse,

if they recognize
what they did was wrong,

if they apologize

and promise never
to do it again, then...

then yes, maybe they do.

And... what if they were ill
but now they're cured?

Then what?

That would have to be assessed,
but...

there's always another side
to every case.

What other side?

The victim.

Hey...

what's this all about?

No, nothing,
it's just for ethics class.

Right.

Ethics class.

That's why you can't sleep?

Have you come
to any conclusions?

No, not yet.

I'll put a pot of coffee on.

Sol.

It's good to think this way,
you could put it into practice.

How?

With your mom.

If anyone deserves
a second chance, it's her.

Will you?

If she starts treating me
like an adult... maybe I will.

These cameras are covered
like the ones at the entrance.

There must be more
between here and there.

Yeah, the whole place
has extensive surveillance.

If we're lucky,
he'll have missed one.

We'll need all the footage.

Shine the light over here.

What's this?

-No idea. It shouldn't be there.
-Why not?

The whole place gets cleaned
when the visitors leave.

We'll need a list of the staff
on night-shift for questioning.

I'll see if I can get that now.

Put your damn phone on silent,
Abaño.

Sorry.

You're kidding me.

What's wrong?

This is in the station chat.

Hi.

-Our colleague...
-She's coming.

-Morning.
-Hello.

-Don't show her.
-What is it?

Something else about me
in the media?

What a drag... Can I see?
Let's see.

Isabel.

You're a bastard.

What?

-You son of a...
-What do you mean?

-Why would you do this?
-Do what?

Why? You're the only one
who's ever been in my bed.

-Is that why you came?
-What?

You wanted to get back at me?

-For what I did years ago.
-Are you crazy?

What kind of guy
do you think I am?

-I'd never do that.
-I trusted you.

-I believed in you.
-It wasn't me, it was you.

-Me? Are you crazy?
-The photo came from your phone.

-That's a lie.
-You took the photo and sent it.

I need this phone fingerprinted.

-It'll take a few days.
-I need it now.

Identifying prints takes time.

You don't have
to identify them all.

I just want someone specific.

Who?

Nieto.

LABORATORY

Are they on there?

Only yours.

PROTECTION

JUSTICE

They're killing us like dogs
while those bastards do nothing.

-We have to get organized.
-How?

By knowing where we are,
so we can protect each other.

It'd be good to get everyone's
home and work address,

-everyone's, for safety reasons.
-Good plan.

-Yeah?
-I live with my mom.

-Will you write?
-Yes.

-Let's go!
-Come on!

Javi! It's getting real.

Call for backup, now!

Help!

Watch out!

Javi!

Violence has broken out.
It's chaos down here.

As we speak, the ex-cons
are being viciously attacked

and the police are powerless
to stop it.

Let go.

Javi, the camera, dammit!

Get up!

-Get the hell out of here!
-I'm working, dammit!

Go on, get out of here.

Move!

Get out of here!

Javi!

THEY'RE KILLING US

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Alright!

-Coke? Smack?
-No.

I'm looking
for something special.

A real delicacy.

For someone special.

The specialties are in there.

If my car's in perfect condition
when I get out,

you get the other half.

If not,
I'll slice you open like a pig.

As we speak, the ex-cons are
being viciously attacked

and the police
are powerless to stop it.

This is absolute chaos.

ALL-OUT WAR IN PAROT CASE

Get out of here!

This is becoming harassment.

My son...

is Julián López de Haro.

I'm sorry I didn't say anything
but, please, if you'd just...

I don't want to hear it
and I don't have to,

so please just leave.

I get this is tough
for both of us.

-You get it?
-Yes, listen.

I know you're struggling,

but I've had no life
since I learned about my son.

This isn't some contest
to see who has it worse.

I don't care
what you're going through.

-But I need you...
-I don't care what you need.

I'm not here as your therapist
or to understand you.

Nor to help you sleep at night.
Your son ruined our lives.

So... you do think
I'm to blame?

I don't care,
all I care about is my daughter.

That's why I'm here,
to apologize on his behalf.

That has to come from him,

but he's never shown remorse
and never will,

-because he's a monster.
-I know. I know.

What's your plan?
Apologize to each and every one

of the girls he raped?

I'll do what I have to.

Whether I like it or not,
I'm his dad.

-You're a mother. You know...
-I don't want

to put myself in your shoes
or empathize with you.

I can't.

What a job, crappy pay
and no appreciation.

Incredible.

Those guys in Strasbourg
don't care about the aftermath.

Excuse me.

You're the administrator
of the station chat, right?

Yes? Please
delete my photo.

Make sure there's no trace.

-Alright.
-Thank you.

What's this?

We found it
at the zoo last night.

Nieto's trying to work out
what it is.

I know what it is.

It's a badge from La Alameda.

It's a residence
and occupational therapy center.

-How do you know?
-I volunteered there one summer.

I have some at home.

I felt pretty dumb there
for a minute.

Hey, that happens
to me a lot recently.

-Right.
-Do you have the case file?

-I took it to Archives.
-I'll grab it and we'll go.

Nieto.

That badge is from
an occupational therapy center

-called La Alameda.
-How do you know?

Isabel told me.

-Let's go.
-Shouldn't we wait for her?

Goddammit... Nieto.

-Yes?
-It's the manager.

I saw you come in.

What do you want?

Be out of here
tomorrow before twelve.

And don't be taking the towels,
I count them.

What the hell?
Why are you kicking me out?

Looks like your friend
got tired of paying.

-Your free ride's up, buddy.
-Excuse me?

She called just now to tell me.

So what? Did you stop giving
the old perv what she wanted?

Say that again
and I'll kill you.

Go.

POLICE STATION

Unbelievable.

-Did you see Nieto leave?
-Yes, he left with Abaño.

I spoke to one of the priests
who runs the residency,

and he said the guy
who lives in this room...

Is being treated for aggression,
he likes mystery novels,

works in a binding workshop,
is methodical,

has no social life and practices
self-love in his free time.

Why did I bother coming?

-To tell me what I don't know.
-Right.

-Got anything?
-He snuck out and came back

in the early hours,
not for the first time.

He's done it before?

Yes, that's why they changed
his medication.

He's... on edge.

They do good work
at this foundation.

It doesn't seem there is
anything suspicious here.

You don't think
he freed the monkeys?

-That's an assumption.
-Yeah, but... the badge we found

-was from here.
-The only thing we know

is that he sneaks out at night,
and that's not a crime.

They'll just make him
go without dessert.

Right,
and the porn is crazy old.

There's something here.

Damn.

It's him.

MILK

OCCUPATIONAL THERAPY CENTER

-Police.
-Don't move.

-Don't move.
-Hands up where I can see them.

Come on.

Take it easy.

Turn around.

Something wrong, officers?

-Don't move!
-For god's sake.

Goddammit.

What are you running for?

WE WANT PROTECTION

JUSTICE

THEY'RE KILLING US

They've got someone. Move.

-Who is it?
-Step back.

-Is it him?
-I'm saying nothing.

Please, tell me.

You know reporters
can't be back here.

The bad ones maybe.

And the good ones
get grazed knees, do they?

-I'm saying nothing.
-Get out of here.

Yes, alright.

Okay.

Get undressed.

-What are you going to do?
-Don't be nosey.

Strip off completely
and get in the tub.

Stand up,
I don't want to miss any.

It's 90 degrees,
it's hardly cold.

I won't keep you here
like an animal.

Arms up.

That's it.

Turn around.

Eat a bit of fruit,
here in front of me.

Why am I here?

We all have a purpose in life.

Yours is being a down-and-out.

Thankfully, that means
I can fulfill mine.

I don't understand.

You will soon enough.

I'm sorry.

About this morning.
I didn't mean it.

-I'm sorry.
-What's done is done.

Come on.

Have a seat, buddy.

Hands on the table.

Take it easy. He's all yours.

What's so funny?

I'm a smart guy.

-You took your time catching me.
-Yes, ages.

Exactly eight hours
from your trip to the zoo.

Let's get started.

Inspector Nieto
and Deputy Inspector Mora

interviewing the accused...

...with initials A-C-R,
Andrés Cuevas Rodríguez,

currently residing at
the Padres Redentores Residence,

twenty-one Alameda Street.
Are these details correct?

Answer yes or no.

-So, we...
-I know how this works. Yes.

Fine.

I can also confirm
you have rejected the presence

of a lawyer
in these proceedings.

-Is that correct?
-Correct.

You were arrested
at your residence

in possession of items
which allegedly

-implicate you in...
-Sorry.

When you tell
the media about my arrest

I'd prefer you didn't use
my initials.

"A-C-R" doesn't sound good.

I don't mind you using
my real name.

Andrés Cuevas Rodríguez.

That's not up to you.
It's procedure.

That's enough.

Now,
without further interruption,

you're going to answer
some questions.

-Where were you the night...
-No need.

What do you mean?

I killed them.

All of them.

Holy crap.

I did it.

Where should I sign?

-Why?
-Why did I do it?

Because someone had to, right?

What are you doing here?

-What were you thinking?
-You gave me no choice.

You got what you wanted,
a good beating.

-I just wanted to help.
-Help?

-Yes.
-By endangering yourself?

-You must go, I have a patient.
-I'm not going anywhere.

I saw you with the group
outside the station.

You made all the headlines.

-You broke the rules.
-They're your rules.

Yes, they're my rules.

I set them, you follow them.
I thought that was clear.

I'm tired of you telling me
when I can come and go.

-You're tired?
-Yes.

Fine. Enough said. We're done.

Get out of my office, now.

You're on your own.

You're the one on her own.

Hi.

Hey.

Let me say
what I've come to say.

This isn't a good time.

It is, you haven't given me
a chance all day.

I'm sorry.

What I did this morning
was awful.

I'm a monster,
I was so unfair to you.

Please, forgive me.

You're the best thing
that's happened to me in years.

Hey.

I was in there and I thought:
"That voice sounds familiar".

Right.

I guess it's not a good time.

You're so predictable.

Come on.

Your calcium-enriched milk.

Go on.

-Is now a good time?
-I'm sorry.

I forgot to call you back.
I apologize.

Did you use up
all the prescriptions you stole?

You noticed.

I've been going over it
for weeks.

Who is capable
of doing something so stupid?

-Then it struck me.
-Well.

I asked you to prescribe them
but you wouldn't.

Right.

So, what's the solution?
You steal them.

-Remember, you're a cop.
-Right, it's a felony.

-Are you going to report me?
-I should.

What are you taking?

Mom,

I've had a rough day,
I don't need this.

That makes two of us,
so let's drop the crap.

Do you want me
to find the pills?

-Shall I search the house?
-No. That's enough.

I'm taking the usual stuff.

Partly anti-depressants
and partly tranquilizers.

I take a tranquilizer
before bed.

If I see I'm wide awake at 4am,
I take another half.

Great, at whim.

-Non-stop.
-No.

I'm mindful.

I take them
when I feel like I need to.

You have no idea.

You're mixing them randomly.

And you don't get
eight hours of sleep.

Have you seen
the side effects?

Anything could happen to you.

What's going to happen?
Don't be dramatic.

Give me the 'scripts,
if there are any left.

-Only two?
-Yep.

Shame on you.

Any chance
of you coming to dinner tonight?

No, I can't today. Tomorrow.

Drink the damn milk.

Yes, Commissioner?

I'm going to make a statement
about the arrest.

I want you there.

Right.

It's just...

I don't feel like going
in front of the media.

I've had enough already.

You're going to go cold turkey?

This is a good thing for you.

And I'm not asking.

Fine, I'm on my way.

Come on in, please.

Give them each
a bottle of water.

This way, take a seat.

Thanks.

Congratulations.

-For?
-You got the murderer, right?

-Commissioner, how did it...?
-Questions at the end.

Good afternoon.

This morning,
we detained a 32-year-old male,

a Spanish national,

with the initials A-C-R.

Following police questioning,

he confessed
to being the perpetrator

of the crimes committed

against those released
under the Parot doctrine.

-Does that mean the murderer...?
-It means what I just said,

that the suspected killer
will now be tried...

There's been another one.
We messed up.

"Time served".

The Secretary of the Interior.

I think you should pick up.

Don't tell me what to do,
please.

I don't know what to tell him.

What can you tell him?
The truth.

We got the wrong guy.

He should let people
do their jobs,

and not be so hasty.

We had to come across
the typical loser,

who wanted
his fifteen minutes of fame.

Well, that's what happens

when cases
become such a media circus.

We should have made the deal
and waited.

But it doesn't matter
who screwed up,

what matters is
that this isn't over.

Yes, Mr. Secretary.

TIME SERVED

Do we know anything about him?

-Do we know anything about him?
-He killed whores.

He killed whores.

He took them home,
sliced them open

and let them bleed out.
He took them home,

sliced them open
and let them bleed out.

...sliced them open
and let them bleed out.

Watch out! Get down!

That girl must be going
through hell

to do something like that.

She was hopped up on LSD.

180 micrograms of lysergic acid
diethylamide in her blood.

-I can't cover this up.
-You know her, dammit.

-She's a great cop.
-She was, Nieto.

Isabel hasn't been herself
for a long time.

She's under immense pressure.
The guy who raped her is out.

I have to suspend her, Nieto.

She just shot a corpse to pieces
and nearly killed both of us.

She would have shot anyone
who passed by.

I'm going home.

Commissioner.

I'm sorry, I...

-want to apologize.
-No.

Isabel.

What are you doing here?

I came to defend myself.

I didn't take anything.

So you said, several times.

-Something's happening to me.
-Yes, that's clear.

I didn't take anything.

So? What is this?

Some kind of outlandish plot?
We're all against you?

I'll take you home,
you're a mess.

No. Get off me.

Don't look at me like that,
with pity.

All I want
is someone to believe me.

That's becoming harder.

There's someone on the tracks!

There's a girl on the tracks!

She's on the tracks!

Isabel.

You're alright, it's okay.

Take it easy.

It's over.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Relax.

It's alright, you're okay.

You're okay.