All language subtitles for S01E08 You Asked For It

THE FACTS AND SCENARIOS
REPRESENTED IN THIS SERIES
ARE FICTITIOUS

SUNDAY
7:02 PM

57 HOURS INTO THE ROBBERY

The pharmacy has been robbed.

"They took the record books.
I have no idea how it's happened.

Only you and I knew about it!"

"You know that moment when
you're forced to tie-up loose ends

that you'd prefer not to?

It's painful, isn't it?

You're there with your long time partner
and you think:

'What a fucking bastard'."

I'm on my way there.

"Or: 'What a bitch'.

You refuse to believe it,
but you know there's a betrayer.

And it can only be you or your partner.

And Ángel knew it wasn't him.

Raquel was trying to find
an explanation for it,

but when explanations don't come along,

there's always someone
willing to push you a bit."

I'm old-fashioned and still believe
in good and bad guys.

And I am completely sure
that you're of the good ones.

Could you vouch for your deputy inspector?

Because I couldn't.

"Ángel thought nothing worse could happen,

but it could.

Sure it could.

When you hit rock bottom,

there's still something
before the edge of the abyss."

Soil!

What's the matter?

What's the matter, Moscow?

We have it!

We have it, mate!

"It wasn't dark yet that Sunday evening,
when we were in a very euphoric mood.

We had found soil

and Nairobi had the printing presses
working at full capacity.

There was over 400 million euros.

We had sealed the entries
with explosives.

And had the feeling
of being inside a bunker.

It was our ten minutes of glory."

Who wants to hear the sound of the sea?
This is like poetry for our ears.

This is the heart of the world
beating right here.

400 MILLION EUROS

Because we're making it beat.

Because this makes the world go round.

What's all this celebrating
going on here? What's the matter?

What's wrong with you?

Hoorah!

"Undoubtedly, that was the happiest
moment for us inside there.

Then, we relaxed."

Don't move.

Do you want to comb your hair?

Thank you.

Do you know how we say back home
"two men make love"?

We say "comb inside".

Sorry.

With all the medication
I have an upset stomach.

-Could I use the toilet?
-Sure, mate.

Thank you.

Jacinto.

Jacinto, it's Arturo, can you hear me?

Jacinto.

Mr Arturo.

You're alive.

I was convinced you had been shot.

I didn't sleep a wink.

We are in the basement with the boilers,
chained like dogs.

We're locked up
with the four police officers.

We only come up here to use the toilet.

Listen up, Jacinto.

I've got a pair of scissors
and I can get hold of more tools.

Screwdrivers, a hand saw, I don't know.
I can give them to you in two hours.

-Have you got a watch on you?
-Yes.

Make up any excuse.

Try to make them bring you here again,
in two hours,

from now on.
Remember, the second on the left.

I'll leave them there.

What will we do
with a pair of scissors and a hand saw?

Those people have explosives,
M-16, and all sorts of things.

67 people's lives are in your hands.

Believe me, it will work out fine, and
in a few hours no more nightmare for us.

All right.

Move, move.

Yes, yes, coming.

The pictures sent by the kidnappers

show explosives
connected to photoelectric cells.

They have been placed at all the entry points,

even the underground ventilation ducts.

-What kind of explosive are they using?
-The bomb squad think it's C-4.

But I can see they're more orange,

so we sent them out to the scientific
support branch to be verified.

-Who in the scientific branch?
-We sent them out to Alberto.

There's no other inspector
in the scientific brunch

who does the same job as my ex-husband?

It was sent out to Alberto
because he's the best.

It's a direct order
from superintendent Sánchez.

I see.

-What do the scientific branch say it is?
-They think it's P-4.

Very similar to C-4, British origin,
and that the connections are perfect.

They're making it difficult for us,
aren't they?

"Alison!"

I think it's time I had
a friendly chat with Alison Parker.

REPEATER ACTIVATED

Colonel.

There's an incoming phone call
from inside the building.

Record it.

It's from Jun Li, a hostage.

"It's Aníbal Cortés.

What do you want?"

To help you, Aníbal.

In order to do so, we need
you to help us get inside the Fábrica

and get the hostages out
in the least hostile manner possible.

There's plastic explosive
at all the entry points.

Yes, coming in is no problem, but...

we need an ally.

"An ally who can tell us
where the robbers are at every minute."

I see, and why would I sell
my partners out to you?

They'll tempt you with a better future,

a prison sentence reduction,
that you'll be out in one or two years.

If you help us,
you'll be eligible for parole,

a two year reduction to
your prison sentence.

"You'll have a new future ahead of you
by the age of 22. Think it over."

Divide and conquer, that's the motto.

It worked for a small town in Italy
to take control of the whole world.

It worked for Napoleon later,

and now it's working for the Police.

They'll use the slightest contact

to tempt any one of you.

After 48 hours inside
the pressure will start sinking in,

anguish, negativism.

And it will be then, when they'll try
to aim for the weakest link.

"There isn't weakness in us.

There is in those outside."

"It's not too late, honey."

By the time they attempt contact,

you'll have committed six
or eight crimes, at least.

No judge can guarantee you
walking free, none.

Once inside, the only one
who can guarantee you being free

is me.

Aníbal, listen to me carefully.

"The judge guarantees you going free
in a very short time."

Okay, let's square up
the numbers, inspector.

Let's see, aggravated robbery:

two to five years.

"Hostage-taking and setting conditions

for the release of four
police officers: 40 years."

Hacking the alarm system, computer crime,

we're talking about anything from
six months up to two years.

Public order offence
for breaking into the Fábrica:

one to six years.

And with the hostages
It's much more difficult.

67 hostages.

The law says that it can be from six
to up to ten years for each kidnapping.

Then, there's the point-blank shooting
at the police on the first day:

from six to eight years for each officer.

But they were wounded too,
which is an offence causing injury

"an aggravating circumstance

that adds eight years
for each injured police officer."

We are talking about,
if we have a tough judge,

723 years

the prosecution will ask for.
The shortest sentence you can be offered

by the judge and the prosecution, without
using the penal code as toilet paper...

"Is 173 years.

Don't let them fool you."

The penal code lays down the rules
of the game of any country.

No-one can break them, no-one.

There's one thing
we can actually agree on.

The presidential pardon.

Tell him yes.

You want me to ask the president
for a presidential pardon?

No, I want you to ask the president
to be on TV

and in front of the whole Spain,
say that if any of the kidnappers

decide to co-operate to end this crisis,
the possibility of offering them

"a pardon in exchange
for their co-operation will be studied.

First, get the president
on the news report."

-He's bluffing.
-"After that, I'll consider

-being a fucking rat."
-Very good, we'll do it.

But for that to happen we need
a gesture of goodwill from you.

Tell us the Professor's name

and how many robbers are inside.

I think we have to go along with him.

"Come on, Aníbal,
give me a name and a number,

and I can assure you
you will have a future again."

Okay.

A name and a number.

"Get a piece of paper and a pen".

My bollocks 33!

What a son of a bitch.

Fuck.

Attention, we've lost communication
with the Fábrica.

What the hell did you do?

You screwed up any chance
of buying us some more time.

They didn't buy it, okay?

I could hear the bloody murmuring,
for fuck's sake.

Let's see, who do you think you are?

You had to execute, not decide.

Or change the plans, fuck.

And that murmuring thing,
what the heck is it?

He heard the conversation and if he says
she wasn't buying it, it means she wasn't.

We have been messing around
with the bloody inspector for days.

So it's not his fault, okay? Are we clear?

That's right.

She wasn't going to phone the president,
or the TV, or her fucking mother.

You and your things. You, assholes.

"Despite his great performance,

Río knew, the whole time, that
he wanted to accept the deal,

freeze time and get out of there
as if nothing had happened."

Would you have liked
to accept the deal with the police?

You know that all this won't end well,
don't you?

Do you know what life imprisonment
without a possibility of parole is?

That's what I'll get.

I killed a security guy

and months later I broke into here,

and I shot a police officer.

And you look so demure.

Do you think a judge will believe
in my rehabilitation?

No.

I trust the Professor.

I fully support him.

You didn't answer me.

Would you have liked to accept?

Well, really...

what would happen if we got out of here?

Would we stay together?

Would you be trying to give me
my badge back all the time?

You're talking
about betraying your friends.

My friends?
My friends who have names of cities?

Tokyo, Berlin, Moscow, Denver...

My friends with cities' names
are arse-kicking.

And I'm going to tell you something.

You'd better hide away
if you accept the deal,

because if I see you,
I put a bullet in your temple.

I've just spoken to the security guard.

I saw him in the toilet.
He says that they're penned-in,

11 security guards and 4 police officers.
They are our last chance.

I'm not hungry, thank you.

-Are you sure?
-Yes, thanks.

Our last chance?
How, if they are penned-in?

We have to give them weapons, at all costs.

And also get tools
and pass them on to them.

Which tools do you want to steal?

Drill bits, hammers, screws, anything.

You saw what I saw,
they've got an arsenal down there.

We have to take them
and leave them in the toilet.

Look, Pablo, I can't do this on my own.

Alright? I need your help.

When this Slavic gorilla
escorts me for a walk,

-I need you to distract him.
-Me?

Yes, he has treated my wound,
he doesn't take his eyes off me,

he helps me to walk...
I don't know if you've noticed, but ...

He's a fruit.
Yes, who would have thought!

Well it's true, so you have to offer yourself,
he'll want assurance.

Is that what you want?

So what's it going to be?
Think, fuck, think.

And while you seduce him
and he spends more time with you,

I take the chance to slip away
and steal the tools, okay?

Listen, in a situation like this everyone
had to use their weapons, understand?

You're a fucking Adonis,
so you have to use that.

To save lives.
Look, you're crazy. You're crazy.

What does it matter to you? Fuck,
these days your entire generation

has an ambiguous sexuality.
Really, huh? Really?

Are you suggesting I go and get
myself sodomised by that orangutan?

Listen up,
we're limited, each one of us.

If you distract him,
I'll be fine. Do you agree?

Look, you distract him.

And I'll be the one to do
whatever's needed to steal the tools.

There. That's enough.
Arturo, relax.

Take care of your wound. I'll come later.

Come on, those in the tunnel, here.

-Those at the printing press, there.
-Don't talk about the plan to anyone.

Let's keep it between us. The fewer who know,

the more chance we have to succeed.
We'll help the others from outside.

Arturo, I'll be back in a minute.

Come in.

And sit down.

Mercedes.

Hello.

I called you in to see
what can be done about your pupil.

She ran away and we found her
hiding inside the safety box.

Why do you think she's so rebellious?

It might be, perhaps,
rebelliousness of virgins?

-What are you talking about, virgins?
-Nairobi.

We can see it in many species.

Virgins are rebellious,
because they haven't been broken in.

I say this with all my respect.

It's like what happens to mares,
until they are broken in,

until you ride them,

they can run off, kick someone,
they're completely unpredictable.

You must have heard
of that concept, haven't you, Miss?

How old were you when you lost
your virginity, Mercedes?

Mercedes.

There's no problem, you can say it,
please, we're here

among friends.

Miss.

Well, eh...

I, you see, come from
a very small town in Soria.

When I was 24.

Good.

And weren't you aware, before that,
of that virginal rebelliousness?

I don't really know.

-Think about it.
-Maybe.

As a matter of fact, before losing it,

I ran away from home and went
to the Medinaceli festival, three times.

-I don't know if that's...
-That's it.

Exactly that.

Here you are.

Intense coffee with sugar.

Thank you.

Medinaceli festival.

And you, Alison?

Are you a virgin?

Yes.

So what?

I'm not scared of you
with those crazy speeches.

You won't do anything to me, you know why?

Because I'm not just a hostage.
I'm a safety ticket.

This is it.

The rebelliousness of the virgin,

here it is, no doubt.

Ariadna, darling, please, can you pass me
that small red folder?

-Coming.
-Sure.

Let's see what we have here.

Your aunt Becky,
volunteer in a small village in Mali.

Here we have your cousin Elsie,

looking very beautiful at Kings College.

Brian, he's the brainy one in the family,
in Wellington.

And here we have several photos,

of whom? Your sister Lis, just next to you,

in La Moraleja,
she goes to the same school as you.

However, I think she may not
share your temper.

A girl from your social status,
I'm sure, has no idea

how much a hitman costs to hire, do you?

We can find a decent one
here for 30,000 euros.

However, to shoot your aunt in Africa

10,000 euros can arrange it, 10,000 euros.

Your family's lives are in your hands.

Nairobi.

Move.

Move.

When I told you to make yourself heard,
I should have said

what's most important
is to choose the right moment.

Call to monitor, Berlin.

-Everything's good here, and in there?
-"Everything in order."

Perfect, then the next call
will be in six hours.

Inspector,

the underground unit have found
oscillations on the seismograph.

They are working with heavy machinery.
They are indeed building a tunnel.

We need to bring in a GPR, now.

See if we can find out
where they're building the bloody tunnel.

I'm on it.

Okay, listen up everyone.

Those who aren't essential here
may leave.

Essential means
those who are doing something now.

The rest of you can go and have a rest.

And have a shower, please.

It's starting to smell strongly of police.

Correction.

Please, can you all step out for a moment?

I have to relieve you from your duties,
I'm sorry.

I think all this will be clarified,
but, right now, I can't trust you.

You cannot trust me.

The thing is, only you and I
knew about Toledo, Raquel.

You and I.

What the hell are you talking about?

I am not the betrayer.

So it's only down to you.

What a nerve!

They knew we were entering the museum
wearing the masks

at the same time you knew it,

and they knew
we were going to the wrecking yard,

and they knew about the fucking pharmacy.

Yes, it can't be anything else, huh?

-What else?
-Who knows? A phone call,

a telephone, a fucking microphone.

-Only you and I knew about the pharmacy.
-And you didn't tell anyone, have you? No?

"Not even that weird guy from the café.
Did you say anything to him?

-What?
-To him, your shoulder to cry on.

A guy shows up here yesterday,
and you tell him about your whole life.

Like a rookie."

And you don't suspect him.

He's been inside here, Raquel,
he's been inside the tent.

Have you checked him out?

Because I have.
Have you done your bloody job?

He has a workshop, that fellow, nearby.
He says he makes cider.

And everything is covered by thin canvas,
who knows what he's covering.

-Don't tell me you have followed him.
-Yes, I've been following him.

He doesn't do cider or any of that bollocks.

He gets crap cider from a carton
and pours it into a cauldron.

And there's rubbish all over,
fucking hell.

He has a car which is just scrap,
and sleeps in a bunk bed

surrounded by wheels and oil stains.

It smells like a chemist cooking meth
and I don't know what the hell he cooks.

He is dodgy, Raquel, he is.

And you suspect me, I'm the only suspect.

Me, me, me!

How much will they pay you, one million?
Two?

Look here, Raquel.

Listen carefully.

Go fuck yourself.

Suárez!

-Suárez!
-I can't believe it.

Handcuff him and take him away.

Calm down, inspector.
That's not the protocol.

-Yes, yes it is, Suárez, handcuff me.
-Fuck the protocol.

-Handcuff me.
-Handcuff him and take him away.

If you want, I can call Internal Affairs,

but, for the time being,
no-one is going to handcuff anybody.

Raquel.

I've worked with you for 15 years.

With me? No.

You've been getting close to me
to see if I fall for you.

Always fucking talking about Cercedilla.

Always "I'm leaving Mari Carmen."

And your fucking misogynist jokes.
And now that I finally say no to you

it turns out that Mr Pervert Pimpin here
is a turncoat,

a betrayer.

What did you sell, Ángel?

Our friendship?

This operation?

Look here,

get out of here right now.

"Do you know
what 'collateral damage' means?

It's a term coined by the American army,
during the Vietnam war

when they didn't have the guts
to openly talk about killing civilians.

But it's sometimes used
to take the blame off you,

like a boomerang.

And that was what was
about to happen to the Professor."

Hurry up.

Faster, faster, hurry.

Hurry, faster.

Take a couple of bags

and clean this crap.

Dinner is next.

I managed to steal a few things
from the tool box.

What things?

Some saw blades,

some screwdrivers, files.

Look.

What are you doing? Hide it away.

In 35 minutes,

ask to be escorted to the toilet.

Go in the second loo on the left.

Take the tools and you tape them
to the underside of the toilet lid.

They will get there in about 40 minutes,
alright?

Oh, come on. Me? Me again?

I've stolen all the tools.
I'm loaded with scrap, fuck.

And do you fancy handing it to me here?

Do your part and I'll do mine, mate.

"Raquel?

Is there anything the matter?
Are you all right?"

Well, I'm here alone and bored
in the café and...

and a little disappointed,
if I'm honest with you.

Excuse me, I don't quite understand,
disappointed?

I was meeting up with someone for dinner.

My first dinner out in eight years

"with someone who wasn't
my family, I mean.

But I think he stood me up."

And won't it be more accurate
that you were just 36 minutes early?

"It's possible. The truth is I'm
a very impatient woman."

Sorry, Salva.

Excuse the joke, no...

I just wanted to make sure
you remembered about our date.

"The truth is
being stood up horrifies me."

I wouldn't know what to do, how to get
out of here if you didn't show up.

I guess I'd stay here
in my high heel shoes and on my own and...

drinking pints
until they told me to leave.

-Relentless.
-"No, embarrassed to death."

Don't worry.

I'll soon be with you
and those pints, in five minutes.

"See you very soon."

See you very soon.

"When you're close to me,
I can't even breathe."

Breathe then.

In nine months
you won't be able to breathe.

"That's a joke, right?"

-Tell me it's a joke.
-It's not a joke.

-No, it's not a joke.
-No.

Monica, I'm, technically,

I'm sterile.

"You must be Shiva,
the fertility goddess."

Shall I phone my wife, and the kids,
and we all go out to celebrate?

I told you that we had problems,
not that we were breaking-up.

I brought you a menu,
you'll be blown away.

Look, a sandwich that's edible...

Well, I have eaten it a couple of times
and I'm still alive, so more or less...

Some biscuits, that...
I took the gluten-free ones,

because I thought you might

-be gluten-intolerant, as many people are.
-Yes.

Perhaps, these are better.

A chocolate pastry,
because I like them very much.

Ah, well, and...

Some sweets.

Do you want some?

"Hello, Raquel speaking.
I can't answer your call right now.

If it's urgent,
leave your message after the beep."

Raquel.

Raquel, it's Ángel.

Listen, I'm asking you to reconsider.

Look, I can understand your rage.

I also overdid it, but...

Blimey, this is not the first row
we have had, you and I, is it?

Look...

I'm probably an asshole
or whatever you want, but...

but I'm not the mole.

I'm not the mole, for fuck's sake.

You'll screw my life up, Raquel.

You'll screw my life up, damn it.

Give me a call.

Thank goodness that I showed up.

As your date has stood you up...

Yes, yes.

I don't know what would've happened to me
if you hadn't showed up.

And your date,

were you particularly
interested in it or...?

No, not anymore.

What a shame.

What a shame.

Fine then, let's see if I'm any good.

I'm sure you are.

Good, that makes me happy.

But I have something to confess

that we both are in danger, because...

if I have another one of these,
I may start to hum "muñeiras".

And then we'll have a problem.

I'm sure you look very funny.

When will we start addressing each other
less formally?

When you look at me under the table.

Come on, Salva.

Have a peep.

Look at me under the table.

I warn you that if you're going
to do a "Basic Instinct",

I might need something stronger,
because I'm a little conservative.

Salva, listen to me.

I don't want you to make a scene here.

I'm quite sure
that you're hiding something

in that workshop
where you supposedly make cider.

So either:

you willingly take me there

or we wait here
until I get a search warrant,

but I'm warning you
it could take a couple of hours.

So...

you choose.

What do you think about,
on the morning before a robbery?

You get up and, what's on your mind?

I don't know.

You get up there, at dawn,

"you smoke,

talk about nonsense."

What on earth are you doing
smoking so early?

Here we go, said the pot to the kettle.

-How are you?
-Fine.

And you?

Nothing extraordinary.

A lot of courage is needed.

I say that because I think
about those kind of things, you know?

About people who are on death row

or those guys that go into some rat hole,
guns blazing.

-It's not that bad.
-Yes, it is.

This cowardly person
is telling you so.

Look at me,

with a married man to avoid
failing in a relationship

or being dumped.

-You're no coward.
-I am.

-You're not.
-Yes, I am.

You stole a mobile
in the middle of a robbery.

You insisted on me shooting you
in your leg.

You stood your ground with Berlin,
who is nuts.

And you had the guts
to grab me by the neck and kiss me

and fuck me.

You need to have a lot of guts to bang
a loser wearing a Dali face mask.

You are Nikita, the secretary version.

Actually, the morning of the heist

I was scared to death.

"A fucking crazy thing."

-What?
-All this stuff, Dad.

This guy...

He may look very clever, but...

-I don't know, it's crazy shit.
-No, it isn't, no.

At least he knows what he's talking about.

I started to doubt everything.

-I don't know what I'm doing here.
-You're with me.

But the thing is that everyone
is an expert in something.

So, the woman that fakes the banknotes.
You that...

You are a wizard at what you do, but I...
I haven't done anything good in my life.

But he's one great motherfucker.

He told me he needed me and here I am,

meeting the most beautiful girl
amidst all this crazy stuff.

One minute.

"These are the tools we managed to steal.

Get undressed and tape them to your body
with insulating tape,

take them to the basement,
and untie yourselves.

Cut the ducts in the boilers room
and anything you can use as a weapon.

At 9 PM they'll take your dinner down.
Take that chance

to disarm your captors and escape.
We'll meet up at the warehouse,

hidden behind the coils.

I'll try to take as many hostages
as possible without compromising the plan.

One second.

Out.

And you, what did you do before this?
You haven't always been a robber.

-I've done a lot of things before this.
-What things?

Mainly, as a sales rep.

I've also been in the chemical industry,

security guard in a car park
and I danced in a disco, too.

-What?
-Yes, there, no shirt,

with a lot of birds inside a cage
dancing away.

-But, to like 'untz untz'?
-'Untz untz' and whatever else they played.

Samba, twist, rock and roll,
you'd be amazed.

What, really, I'll be amazed?

Let me be amazed then.
Let me see how you dance.

-Here?
-Come on, dance for me a little.

Give me a minute.

"Hello, it's Raquel.
I can't answer your call right now.

If it's urgent,
leave your message after the beep."

Raquel,

Why the hell don't you pick up your phone?

Huh? After 15 years with you,
beside you, like a fucking fool.

And not to get closer to you, no, no.

Because of our friendship.

Because of love, do you hear me?
Because of love.

-Go in, please.
-No, you go first.

Come on.

What's this?

A warehouse.

And these plastics?

They're just plastics
to protect from the coldness.

I'm not frightened.

Keep walking.

Switch the light on.

And don't try anything foolish.

Listen, I was so close
to breaking-up and everything,

to ditching Mari Carmen for a bitch
that not even Prieto would fuck.

Do you hear me? Yes, you're a bitch,
a selfish and obsessive bitch.

A fucking bitch! Fucking bitch!

A cunt-licker... frigid, for fuck's sake.

Fucking frigid.

Raquel, it's me, Ángel, again.

I'm sorry, I didn't...

I didn't want to call you "bitch",
really, I'm sorry.

You'll ruin my life.

I don't know what I'll do if I'm dismissed
from the police department.

I don't know how I'll cope.

You'll destroy me.

I know I told you I was unemployed, but...

this cider thing isn't a job as such.
It's basically a project.

I don't know whether it'll work or not.

And, honestly, I don't know
what's on your mind.

I don't know
if your partner saw something illegal.

It's true that some nights I sleep here,

on the bunk beds,
and I have no certificate of habitability.

I don't know if that's what he saw or that
it has to pass some kind of inspection.

I don't really know.

The cider.

Can I taste the cider?

Sure, of course.

"It was quite obvious
that the Inspector would want to get

into the Professor's little corner.

And for a bunch of euros
it's easy to rent a filthy warehouse

and turn it into the perfect set
for the performance.

Being willing to believe or not
was up to the Inspector."

I'm sorry, Salva.

This place is lovely.

I feel very... very embarrassed

for pointing my gun at you

and forcing you to bring me here.

Honestly...

I'd rather have shown
you something else.

I mean, something else, as you'd call it,
like "Basic Instinct", I don't know.

I'd feel...

much less stupid and embarrassed

than I feel now.

And...

To think that I almost sent
my ex-husband over...

Your ex-husband?

Yes, I know he's a fucking jerk,

but he's the best
in the whole Scientific branch

because, obviously, they described
this place as if it was a drugs lab.

-I'm sorry.
-Drugs.

Yes.

I almost...

made an even bigger mistake.

I want you to know that I'll
never point my gun at you again.

-Yes.
-Well.

Or frisk you,
or have any doubts about you.

Good, good.

About you.

About you.

I think it's time
to view things less formally, don't you?

-I couldn't agree more.
-Yes.

-I agree.
-Me too.

-"Ángel, is it a good moment?"
-Yes, tell me, Pilar.

I have the results of what you asked me.

I analysed the fingerprint from the car
and the one from the coffee spoon

and bingo, they're a match.

Whoever touched that spoon is the same
person who forced their way into the car.

That's awesome, Pilar.

"It's awesome. I'll call you later."

"The voice mailbox of the number
you have dialled is full."

Fuck.

It's time.

The guards must be untying themselves
by now.

At 10:30 PM
they'll come out of the warehouse.

-Do you know where it is?
-Yes, right here.

Listen, can I tell someone?
Five or six mates.

-No way. Are you mad?
-But why?

Do you want to screw it up before
we've started? Three people already puts

the plan at great risk,
four would be extremely foolish.

-We'll help them from outside.
-Three people?

And who's the third person?

Mónica Gaztambide.

She's pregnant,
we need to get her out of here.

I see.

-Where the heck are you going?
-To find her.

And what about me? I stay here?
How do I get to the warehouse?

-I can't just go in as I please.
-Sort out your own problems.

Don't fuck me. What I have to do is worse.

Much worse. I have to convince
that guy to take me over to Mónica

and then get rid of him.

Are you going to kill him?

What I'm not doing is staying here
waiting like a lamb to be shot.

A man has to do what a man has to do.

Helsinki.

What's the matter?

I'm still not feeling well.

What's wrong, Arturo?
You want some more tablets?

No.

I wish my problem could be solved
by taking an aspirin. No, no.

It's not that.

You see, earlier on,
when I saw Mónica Gaztambide,

and realised she was alive, she was fine,

I was in pieces...

I think I didn't react as she expected.

The thing is that, later on
that colleague of yours,

Denver,

escorted her downstairs, wherever
you're keeping her, to have a rest,

and I felt the urge to speak with her.

I felt a very strong urge.

Please.

Man helps man in love.

Yes? No problem.

It's fine, Arturito, fine.

-Let's go.
-Thank you.

"And while our first defeat
was approaching,

the mastermind of the operation
wasn't there,

because as brilliant as he was
he only had two eyes,

and at that particular moment
they were set on the Inspector."

What?

Nothing.

What?

You were looking at me.

I don't know, like this,

with no glasses on,

you look like a different person.

Like Superman and Clark Kent.

So, you like me with glasses.

No, I didn't say that.

I'll put them on right now.

It's kind of weird to sleep
with your glasses on, but it's fine.

It's fine.
I usually take them off, but today...

today is a special day.

Better?

The thing is...

I can't stay the night, I'm sorry.

I don't know, I want...

to wake up at home with my daughter,

drop her off at school.

-So she can see she still has a mum.
-Sure.

"Hello, it's Raquel.
I can't answer you right know.

If it's urgent,
leave the message after the beep."

"Raquel, it's me again."

Call me, your voice mailbox is full.

We have him, listen, we have him.

"We have the guy
who is helping them from outside."

But you still have
at least seven or eight hours

before you drop your daughter at school.

I mean... If you are there
at 12 AM or at 1 AM

or at 7 AM...

That should be early enough, shouldn't it?

It's Salva, Salva,
Salva, the one that makes cider.

He was in the wrecking yard, he threatened
the Russian guy, for heaven's sake.

I'm sorry.

I can't stay.

Hey, and that piano over there...

Do you play the piano?

He's using you, damn it.
His fingerprints were in the patrol car.

He's got close to you
to learn about the investigation.

He's using you, Raquel.

Shit.

Shit.

Is it your wife?

No.

Mónica isn't the loud type.
It must be one of your colleagues.

Don't stop.

For fuck's sake, Arturo,
what the hell are you doing here?

"Arturo, at last, had a heroic gesture.

Instead of escaping alone,
he'd decided to rescue his princess.

But it had backfired on him.

Because princesses
have their own lives too."

What's the matter, Mónica?

"And their own secrets."

-Was that savage raping you?
-He wasn't raping me.

Don't talk nonsense.

"We've always heard stories about husbands
catching their wives with their lover.

But when Arturo caught his lover's lover

he forgot all about his escape plan."

Arturo, man.

"He only heard one word."

-I'm fine.
-Breathe, breathe.

Breathe deeply.

"Vengeance".

Put your clothes on, darling,
and leave, please.

-What?
-Put your clothes on.

-And leave, please.
-I'm not leaving.

Take her out,
leave me alone with this guy.

What do you want to do?

Let's not get things out of hand,
Arturito, these things can be discussed.

I won't leave.

I told you to take her away,
for fuck's sake.

Get her out now
and leave me here alone with this scum.

Yes! You and I, yes, here.

Now, you and I.

Motherfucker.

-Please, please.
-Leave.

-No.
-Leave.

-Everything's okay.
-What will you do?

-It's fine.
-I said no.

-It's fine.
-What are you going to do?

-It's okay, leave.
-I want to stay.

Leave, everything is fine.

Let's go.

You have a lot of nerve taking advantage
of a defenceless and wounded woman.

Let's see if you have what it takes
to fight me, you son of a bitch.

You'll get hurt, Arturito, be careful.

-Stop!
-No, I'm a hostage.

-I'm meeting Arturo Román here.
-Where is Mr Román?

I don't know, he told me
to be here at 10:30 PM.

Let's go now, please.

Let's wait for Mr Román.

We still got two minutes.

She's pregnant, did you know?

She's carrying my baby.

Mine!

I don't think my son would like
you go knocking on his door.

Arturito, you're asking for a slap
and something else. Stop it now.

I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch.

Who's laughing now, eh?

I can't hear that stupid laugh.

You tried to kill me,

with a pair of blunt-tip scissors,
Arturito?

Sorry.

I didn't mean it, I swear.
It's this damn stress

that makes me get it wrong all the time.
Forgive me, I'm sorry.

You're stupid.

-Don't hit me!
-Give me a fucking reason...

Look at me.

Give me a fucking reason,
to not smash your head this very instant.

Give me a fucking reason.

-They're escaping.
-What?

They're escaping, 16 hostages, right now.

And I know where through.

No more time, gentlemen. Let's go.

Stop!

Plastic explosives.

16 hostages are escaping
through the loading area.

Tokyo, go and get Nairobi.

Rio, Denver, get Oslo and Helsinki.

What's wrong?

-16 hostages are trying to escape.
-For fuck's sake.

And we're going to stop them.

-Ready?
-Ready.

Let's go!

For fuck's sake.

Let's go, let's go!

Take cover, take cover!

-Has everyone taken cover?
-Yes.

Off I go.

IN THE NEXT EPISODE

Where the hell were you?

-Wounded man, help me!
-What happened?

From this point onward,
no-one is leaving.

We have the fucking guy
who is helping them from the outside.

It's the cider guy.

Raquel!
-Raquel! Raquel!

The time has come to make a decision.

Arrange for an intervention team,
for a possible armed assault.

Hey!

Get down!