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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

[radio host]
This part is called
"the eye" of the hurricane,

which can reach
a diameter of up to
60 kilometers.

The powerful Hurricane Felix
is presently 400 kilometers
south of the island

and is approaching
the Caribbean basin
at 12 kilometers per hour,

and sustained
150 kilometers per hour winds.

The forecast
for the coming days
predicts more intensity

and it will be
increasingly more destructive.

-Clock radio, 11:10...
-[beeping]

I know that asshole's coming.

Let him come.

Let him come!

Let him fucking come,
I'm waiting!

[panting]

[grave instrumental
music playing]

[man] Nothing.

[indistinct mumbling]

[opening theme song playing]

-[traffic whizzing]
-[chirping]

[rustling]

"Hurricane, hurricane,
I feel you come...

on the wings
of suspended winds..."

[sharp whistle]

[Skinny]
What are you doing
up there, man?

Don't worry, Skinny.

What the hell is going on?

[Skinny]
Quit screwing around
and get down, come on.

You'll eat shit if you fall...

Buddy...

You had us worried.
We haven't heard
from you in three days.

You brought this all down
on your own, man?

[laughing]

You're talking to a guy
who is about to be
a free man.

Free.

So let's toast to freedom.

Did the rum go to your head?
Don't be so mysterious, Conde.

Countrymen...

colleagues...

Oh!

[Conde]
Comrades...

brothers and friends...

I turned in my resignation
to the police three days ago.

How will you make a living?

God will provide...

Here? [guffaws]

How will you get by?

What I'll do doesn't matter.
What matters is
I did what I wanted.

Well, at least one of us
decided what we won't do
with our lives.

So let's toast.
This deserves a celebration.

Top, bottom, middle...

bottoms up.

This stuff is too strong.

Cheap, cheap.

They hit the dude on the head

with a long,
circular object,
like a tube...

I'd say he was killed
two days ago,

but it's hard to say
the time of death

because he spent hours
in really polluted water.

Besides, the fishes

made short work of him.

And to top it off...

Yeah...

They chopped his junk off.

With a really dull blade.

Lucky for him,
it was post-mortem.

Conde...

My partner, Manolo...

Why the hell don't you
answer your phone, man?

No one told you?
I'm not a cop anymore.

So I hope this is just
a friendly visit.

Major Rangel says you're
still a cop. He didn't sign
your resignation...

Conde...

things are getting hot.
It could explode any time now.

What the hell do I
have to do with it?

I don't know, but it looks
like the major is
in a bind, too.

[rustling]

[Rangel]
What did you think?

I don't know for how long,
but I'm still the boss...

and you're still a cop.

Okay, boss.

The name Miguel Forcade Mier
ring a bell?

A long time ago, he was

Provincial Management's Deputy
Chief of Expropriated Assets.

Expropriated Assets...

The ones who took
everything that traitors
left behind in Cuba?

[Rangel] Right.

Then, he became National
Assistant Manager
of Planning and Economy,

until he flew the coop
on one of his trips.

Do we know
why the rooster deserted?

There was talk
of irregularities
at the Ministry,

but nothing
to justify his escape.

Such a long swim...

And he ends up
dying in Havana.

-He lived in Miami?
-[Rangel] Yeah. Yes, but he kept
a low profile.

He never made statements
against the government...

But watch yourself, Conde.

Forcade was already
an American citizen.

This could become a scandal,
a goddamn scandal.

Boss, you give me the case,
and you're already telling me--

Hey, don't get all riled up.

It's not good for you.

I mean, if you want to resign.

Tell me something, old man.

Didn't you work
at that shithole,
Expropriated Assets?

A million years ago.

Solve this case for me, Conde.

Just this one.

And I promise I'll accept
your damn resignation.

[slow music playing]

The bourgeois weren't dumb.

[Conde]
Looks like Miguel Forcade
wasn't either.

You have
a beautiful yard, ma'am.

It is. My husband, Alfonso,
took care of it.

He's a botanist.

But now he's weak,
and he doesn't want
anyone to touch it.

[Miriam] Who is it, Caruca?

This is Miriam, my daughter-in-law.
And he's--

Adrian Riveron,
a family friend.

Nice to meet you.

[Conde]
A pleasure, ma'am.

We're investigating
what happened to your husband,

and we're interested to know--

[Miriam]
Are you really interested?

Miriam...

I know it's a bad time for you. I only know
Miguel was killed here,

in Cuba.

Because they had it out
for him since he left.

That's why we're here.

To find out who...

What happened.

[Conde]
We need help from all of you.

When was the last time
you saw Forcade?

He said he wanted
to go out in Havana,

he'd been inside all day,

but on Thursday, he left
around 5:00 in Fermin's car,
Miriam's brother.

Was he alone?

Yes, Miriam was
at her sister's in Miramar.

Anyone who wanted revenge
for something that happened
before Miguel left Cuba?

No, I don't know.
Miguel knew a lot
of people but...

he didn't take anything
with him from Cuba,

and he wasn't involved
with anything over there.

He wasn't interested in coming.

He came because his father
is in a bad way.

But Miguel was afraid
that they would do
something to him.

He knew they
hadn't forgotten him.

[Adrian] Miriam.

Please, forgive her.

There's nothing to forgive.
Miriam...

like you just said,

your husband didn't come to
Havana for tourism.

We'd like to know something.

Who did he see
Thursday evening?

I think he went to see
Gomez de la Pena.

Do you know
Gerardo Gomez de la Pena?

Manolo, the whole country
knows him.

The thing is,
you're really young.

He's the guy who said
that thanks to the production
miracle of planning...

Get this...

...the production
miracle of planning...

-[Manolo exclaims]
-...in just a few years

we'd create growth
and even get rid
of our food subsidy.

And what happened?

Not a damn thing.

And when it all failed,
the dude went south.

So you can take it up
with Gomez de la Pena

why we're
still underdeveloped.

[grave instrumental
music plays]

[Gomez] Well, I was his
mentor at Planning
and Economy Management,

so he came to apologize

for leaving me in such a tough
spot when he left Cuba.

He say why he didn't
return to Cuba?

No.

We didn't discuss
those details.

What do you think
of the painting?
I think you like it.

Yeah, it's got something...

It looks like a copy
of Cezanne, but I don't
know the original.

That painting is no copy,

it is the original.

A Matisse.

A Matisse.

If it's a Matisse,
how much could it cost?

Let's say around
three million.

[Conde] Three million?

Three million would make it
worth it to come back to Cuba.

[Gomez]
It would be worth it.

But I can assure you that...

things much more valuable
than this canvas passed
through Forcade's hands.

When I worked
at the Urban Reform Institute,

I was in charge of
distributing houses from
traitors who left the country.

One day I went to a mansion
in Miramar

and there were some
true jewels there.

A Goya, a Murillo,

several lesser
Impressionist pieces,

and that painting.

And Forcade worked
with Expropriated Assets.

Yeah. But they thought
the Matisse was a copy.

An expert certified
that it was false,

and they sold it to me,
right there,
for five hundred pesos.

So in thanks,

you assigned Forcade
that little palace.

Just like I'm sure
you assigned yourself
this house.

I call it, Lieutenant...

reward for sacrifice
and struggle.

That guy is fucking shameless.

I can't handle
these guys, Manolo.

I wish he was the murderer
so we could put him away
for a thousand years.

You think Forcade came
to get the picture back
from Gomez de la Pena?

It's possible. The painting,
or anything else of value.

Now,

do you think Gomez de la Pena
could bash his head in
with a pipe?

You know what, Manolo?

I hope the cyclone takes out
all these bastards for good.

Manolo, we have to find

what made Miguel Forcade
come back to Cuba,

and unravel it from there.

Call Friguens and see
if we can pay him a visit.

Who?

Juan Emilio Friguens
knows more about art
than anyone in Cuba,

as well as possible markets.

We've been friends
for years. Here.

Besides...

Besides, what?

We need to know
who Forcade went to see
after seeing Gomez de la Pena.

Maybe Miriam can help us.

Conde, I saw how you looked
at that woman.

You looking for trouble?

What trouble, Manolo?

As if I didn't know you.

It's true,
the blondie is hot--

But I have a feeling
the blondie
isn't really blond...

and she knows a lot more
than she lets on.

Like what her husband
was looking for in Cuba.

[slow music playing]

Why don't you want
to celebrate your birthday
at my house, huh?

I'm not interested,
and that's it.
There's nothing to celebrate.

What'll Jose think about
the gang of drunks in here?

But it was her idea.

Because your mom is nuts.

She must be...
to put up with us
for so long!

I'll spread the word
to everyone.

The only problem
is that Candito the Red

became an Adventist
and those people hate alcohol.

Candito's an Adventist?
Did he go crazy, too?

They can't go to parties
or anything?

I don't know,
Seventh Day Adventists.

I don't know what the hell
happens on the Seventh Day.

[Candito]
And thanks to the Lord,
I'm here with you.

[crowd]
Amen!

[Candito] Who lives?

[crowd] Christ!

-[Candito] To his name!
-[crowd] Glory!

[Candito]
Who will we worship tonight?

[crowd] The Lord, in his glory!

[preacher]
Glory to God, hallelujah,
we are very grateful,

for hearing
your testimony, Candito.

It's wonderful to hear what
Jesus has done in your lives.

Candito, you may take a seat.

It's okay, Candito,
we hear you. ♪ If the Lord is my light ♪

♪ And my salvation ♪

[everybody singing]
♪ If the Lord is my light ♪

♪ And my salvation ♪

[Candito]
♪ If the Lord is my light ♪

♪ And my salvation ♪ Candito's had
a brain meltdown!

[Candito]
♪ Who can make me tremble? ♪

[everybody singing]
♪ If the Lord is my light ♪

♪ And my salvation ♪

♪ If the Lord is my light ♪

♪ And my salvation ♪

♪ Whom shall I fear ♪

♪ Who can make me tremble? ♪

[Conde] My brother...

How the hell did you
become an Adventist

when you went to Mass
on Sundays

and when you had a problem
you rushed off
to see some quack?

[laughing]

Let him believe
whatever he wants.

You're gonna explain,
right here, right now,

what you're doing in a temple
where you can't get laid?

Say something about
this waste of time, Cuqui.

Leave me out of it,
I'm not involved.

Besides, they don't
let you swear.

Or go to your friend's birthday
and have a few drinks.

I shouldn't,

but yes, I'm going
to Conde's birthday,

and I might even have a drink.

Why you talking so funny?

He must be in a trance. Man.

In the temple, I feel good.

Singing and clapping?

Singing and clapping
for people who believe
in what they say.

People who speak of love,
of hope,

of salvation, of forgiveness...

I hear you, my brother.

I know what it's like
to need to fill that hole.

[Conde]
That's it, Red.

I'm happy for you.
I wish I could change.

It seems impossible
to love and forgive

the two million bastards
that I know.

Amen.

May the Lord
forgive you, truly.

[laughing]

Cuqui, no coffee for me.

[radio host]
Hurricane Felix continues
to approach the island

at a speed of 15 kilometers
per hour

with 160 kilometers
per hour winds.

This is a common atmospheric
phenomenon in the
Atlantic and the Caribbean

during this season
of the year,

formed by low-pressure systems

with the wind spinning around
the center at high speeds.

Clock Radio.

[beeping]

7:33...

Come and get us, you bastard.
Let's see if anything changes.

Quit fucking around.

[grave instrumental
music playing]

[Friguens]
If you only knew, Conde,

I lost track of that Matisse
40 years ago.

It's called Autumn Landscape.

I calculate...

it must be worth around...

four or five million dollars.

That much? Holy shit!

Can you imagine me,
not with four,
just one little million?

[Friguens laughs]
My boy.

That is a rare painting,

one of the last from Matisse's
post-Impressionist period.

Gomez de la Pena said
that at the house where
they found the Matisse,

there were more impressionist
paintings, and even a Goya.

Hold on. There were only
three Goyas in Cuba.

And if it was in Miramar,

it had to be
Garcia Abreu's house.

That house was a gold mine.

[Conde]
Manolo, we need to find out
more about Miriam.

[Manolo]
Conde, you're looking
for trouble...

[Conde] Cut the crap
and take me downtown.

Hello.

Hi, how are you?

I was in the neighborhood.

And since you've known
Miriam for a while,

I thought you'd be the guy
to tell me about the family.

Right.

Let's go somewhere else
and ditch this joint.

Miriam's father is one
of those leaders
with a history.

He's been running all kinds
of things for 40 years,

always badly,
but he always
lands on his feet.

Yeah, I know those histories.

Fermin and Miriam
are children from
his second marriage.

He's on his
fourth or fifth now...

and every time he
gets divorced, he leaves
the house to the wife.

You know why?

Because he knows he'll get
a new house for the new wife.

Exactly.

One day, Miriam's father
went to visit his children
with Miguel Forcade.

Miguel fell hard for Miriam.

They almost forced her
to marry him.

What's Fermin's story?

Fermin hardly got
his architectural degree,

but Forcade got him
a good job.

Like always.

Where do you fit
into the story?

Fermin and I were on the same
rowing team in college.

Miriam and I met
at a tournament.

Then we started dating...

kid stuff...

If there are no more
questions, Lieutenant,
I have to get back to work.

You know, Lieutenant?

Instead of investigating
Miriam, who's more
like a puppet,

and Fermin, who's just
a poor bastard,

you should get to know
Miguel Forcade
a little better.

That guy was a demon.

And there were a lot
of people in Cuba
who were interested in...

making him pay.

Please, excuse me.

[slow music playing]

Hi.

I haven't done this for years.

Going up and down the Rampa...

I used to come
on Saturday nights,

with my buddies from school.

That age when you still
think you'll own the world.

Sometimes a street
means a lot,
or you think it does.

[Miriam]
That's why the first thing
I said to Miguel

when I got off
the plane in Miami
was to take me to Calle 8.

I imagined the whole street
like a party, all day long.

A museum housing the good
and the bad from the Cuba
before '59.

A fun place.

With a cafe on every corner,
boleros playing
in every bar...

[Conde]
And it isn't?

[Miriam scoffs]
It's a rip-off.

Calle 8 was a lifeless avenue,
there was hardly anyone
on the sidewalk.

A street conjured up
with the nostalgia of Cubans
who live in Miami.

Like the Rampa,
it's not even close
to what it was.

[Conde]
Gomez de la Pena said that

before leaving his house,
Forcade said he had to see...

a family member
about something important.

A family member?

I don't know
anything about that.

The Chevrolet Miguel
was driving the day
he was killed

belonged to your brother,
Fermin, right?

You can't be thinking
that Fermin...

Keep him out of this.

Why are you always
so defensive?

You just don't get it,
do you?

What the hell will I do
with my life once I
get back to Miami?

Manolo, listen carefully.

Find out everything you can

on Miriam's brother,

Fermin Bodes.

And talk to Immigration,

use any excuse
to keep Miriam from leaving.

Okay, okay. See you.

Yes, Fermin Bodes.

Bodes, with a B.

A car from 1958...

What happened
with Immigration?

Damn it, but I...

Yeah, I'm listening.

Okay.

Hang on a second.

Sweetheart. Vilma.

What's up?

[thrilling instrumental
music playing]

[car door shuts]

I'm quitting the force
right now.

It was your bright idea
to look for the
Expropriated Assets inventory.

Manolo, not all my
bright ideas are worth
listening to.

[music continues]

[pen clicking]

The dude's got some nerve...

The bastard always
does the same thing to me.

How much is your rum? Two pesos, Poppa.

Don't call me Poppa,
I'm not that old.

Give me one,
served the right way.

Here's an extra,
on the house.

Looks like you need it.

Yeah, I really need it.

I'll have what
this guy's having.

What's wrong,
Lieutenant Conde?

You don't say hi
to your colleagues?

Ex-colleague.

That was bullshit.

I wasn't involved.

Yeah? Why'd you
get kicked out?

That doesn't matter.

They're saying they're
going to rat out
your pal Rangel, too.

Fabricio, don't you dare
mention Rangel's name
with your filthy mouth.

You're all bastards,
and you're going
to pay the price.

Rangel, who acts all innocent, covering up all
of Ciceron's shit...

Contraband
and smuggling dollars--

Look, Fabricio...

after all, it's been
a pleasure talking with you.

I'm glad to see
how fucked you are

and it's nice to know how
asshole cops like you end up.

And if you weren't so drunk...

What, man, what?

What you going to do?

Who'll save you
when they fry Rangel?

[Conde]
Thanks, Poppa.

Be careful with this guy.

You heard him.

When he was a cop, he loved
blackmailing people like you.

Hope your ass
is ready to get kicked, Conde.

You and your boss.

You can't even imagine
all the stuff I said
about that old fucker.

Son of a bitch!

[shouts] You hit me!

I'll fuck you up!

Bastard!

Snitch!

I'll fuck you up!

Okay, that's enough!

I'll destroy you!

This isn't over!

I'll fuck you up!

[Fabricio exclaims]

[Conde] The major?

He isn't here.

When is he coming back?

I'm not authorized
to give that information.

Why? What's this madness?

Lieutenant Conde, correct?

Come in.

I've been looking forward
to meeting you.

Your rep is good as
an investigator. And I've
heard stuff about you.

Nice to meet you,
Colonel Molina.

Where's the major?
What's going on with him?

I should have
started there, Lieutenant.

From now on, you'll report
your case progress to me.

But the major--

Major Rangel and officers
from Headquarters
are being prosecuted.

As long as this
investigation lasts, I can't
discuss anything with you.

I'm truly sorry.

I know you two got along...

But it is what it is.

That will be all for now.

That will be all, Lieutenant.

[door opens] [door shuts]

Manolo, what the hell's
going on here?

I just went by
the old man's office, and--

He's accused of blocking
currency smuggling
investigations...

and a ton of other stuff.

Fabricio and those
other bastards.

Do you know
where the old man is?

They said he's on house arrest.

I don't think
he can talk to anyone...

Look, Conde,

right after you
left the Archives,

I found the file
for Garcia Abreu's house,

and the Expropriated
Asset inventory.

Manolo, I have
to see the major--

Let me finish.

This is a copy
of the inventory of the house
with the pictures.

Look at the signatures.

What?

Only you and I have seen it.

Miguel Forcade...

and Antonio Rangel.

[Rangel]
They screwed me over, Conde.

And what hurts the most...

is that I risked
my prestige and career

for some of those cops.

Even for Fabricio.

Have they charged you?

For the shit Fabricio made up?

Not yet...

but they say
the investigation
isn't over yet,

that a lot of things
aren't clear.

Ciceron's shit
and Fabricio's complaint
are the hardest part.

Here's some orange tea
with a little sugar.

Thank you, Maria Luisa.

Be careful, it's hot.

Poor thing.
She's taking it hard.

She wants to take care of me.

Says I drink too much coffee.

Don't drink it
if you don't want to.

[whispers] It tastes like shit.

You know I always
take your advice.

[chuckles]

Tell me how the case is going.

Man, this came up.

That's why I asked you
to solve the case, Conde.

For you to solve it.

I started suspecting
that Forcade was stealing.

I realized they were using me
for their schemes.

I tried to file a complaint,
but no one listened.

Or they didn't want to listen.

And they kicked you out.

They had a good thing going.

Who could know if
a painting was
valuable or not?

A specialist would.

And if the specialist
said it wasn't, how was I
supposed to know?

Those bastards
screwed you over.

And now you're
in hot water, old man.

And all this shit with Forcade
isn't exactly helping.

They'll take everything
away from me.

Even my birth certificate.

The only way you can help
is by solving the case.

By showing who Miguel Forcade

and Gerardo Gomez de la Pena
were.

Don't worry about me, Conde.

My conscience is clear.

[mellow music playing]

Hang in there,
I know you'll make it.

[slow music playing]

Incredible.

Do you still have the
certificates of authenticity?

Of course.

Excuse me.

What do you think?

It's incredible.

You know how I lost track
of the Matisse?

I found out that Garcia Abreus
bought it in secret.

The problem is that in '52,

the family patriarch
was tied up

in banking fraud,
although he came out
unscathed thanks to Batista.

But he didn't want people
to know he bought such
an expensive painting.

You know what the man did?
He hid it.

Sir.

Here are the endorsements
from Paris and New York.

Now it really is incredible.

The certificates are authentic,

but this painting, gentlemen,

is faker than a three-dollar
bill will Conde's face on it.

Incredible.

[door shuts]

Forcade tricked me like a fool.

Just like he did
with everyone else.

And is that why
you decided to kill him?

The only one saying
Forcade went to see
a family member is you.

No one else
ever saw him again.

Can't you see it, Lieutenant?

I'd never pass off
a false Matisse for
the real thing, ever.

Maybe Forcade came
to look for some other
paintings in the house

that were authentic.

A Goya, for instance.
And you refused
to give it to him.

Yeah?

And where is that Goya?

We're searching your house.

If we don't find the Goya,
maybe you sold it and
the money's in Switzerland.

Maybe we'll find proof that
Forcade never left
your house alive.

And you think de la Pena
is the murderer?

I think he's
quite the character.

But we don't have proof.
We're going to have
to release him.

We'll keep him
under 24-hour watch.

The Foreign Ministry
is pressuring me,
demanding results.

Forcade was a U.S. citizen.

Don't worry, Colonel.
I'll get Forcade's murderer.

Colonel...

when is Major Rangel
coming back?

Don't underestimate me, Conde.

You went to see Rangel
and I turned a blind eye.

Remember that I can't talk
about that with you.

And about my resignation...

It seems you're forgetting
what's most important.

You're a cop,
and I'm your boss.

[slow music playing]

[chirping]

-Lieutenant.
-How are you, Adrian?

Miriam is here.

I didn't think Miguel
had schemed like that.

He mention anything
about the painting?
That one, or any other?

No, never.

What about Cuba?
Did he talk about Cuba?

The things he left behind?
Or what he lost when he left?

One day when we came
home from a party
at his boss' house.

He said leaving Cuba
was the biggest
mistake of his life.

We had a good life in Miami,

but he didn't have
the power he had here.
He was just another employee. Lately, he said he was
going to go into business,
and it would change his life.

But I don't know
if he came to
look for anything.

What about
your brother, Fermin?

How can he help us?

[somber music playing]

You like flowers, Lieutenant?

You're Alfonso Forcade, right?

Miguel's father.

What's left of me, yes.
At your service.

You have a beautiful garden.

They said you were a botanist.

I planted most of the trees.

I don't know what
will happen to the plants
when I die.

They'll go bad and die.

In a Marxist manual,
you would be classified

as a materialistic idealist.

Plants are living things,
Lieutenant.

That's what my granddad
used to say, Rufino.

Alfonso. I was told you
weren't well, so I didn't
want to bother you.

If you can give us
information to help
with the investigation--

How strange.

When I saw Miguel
come back to Cuba...

I felt like something
bad might happen.

I'm sure he came
to look for something.

Alfonso...

all this period furniture,

the Tiffany lamp,

the paintings,

the house itself...

Did you never wonder
how Miguel got all that?

I didn't always agree
with what Miguel did.

Maybe Miguel came to look
for something that
cost him his life?

I thought you...

would tell me
who killed Miguel.

Not accuse him.

[beeping]

[woman over radio]
Central to Q17. Go to the
San Miguel de Padron area.

[rustling]

[policeman]
Copy that. Let's go.

[slow music playing]

[policeman]
Q17 to Central.

Affirmative. We've found it.

Fermin's car showed up.

Where was it?

On a street
in San Miguel del Padron.

It's being processed,
but it was in crappy shape.

It's going to be tough
to find out if it was
Forcade who drove it there...

Or Fermin,

Miriam's brother.

Embezzlement,
giving out favors,

falsifying documents...

while working at
a central government entity.

He built a huge house
and they seized a motorboat.

When did he get out?

Three months ago.

Three months?

Someone gets out of jail here,
and someone else
comes back to Cuba.

What a coincidence.

[Conde]
I'm curious, Fermin,

the motorboat that was
seized ten years ago,

it was for
a clandestine trip, right?

I think Fermin wanted
to take a little trip
to Florida. And he had something valuable
that Forcade had given him?

Right.

But things
didn't turn out right.

So Forcade had to come
find what was his.

As far as I know,
Miguel came to see
his sick father.

Yes, that's true.

When did you see him
for the last time?

The day before he was killed.

I went to his house, he said
he wanted to get out,
so I lent him my car.

Where did he want to go?

He didn't say.

Fermin,

you're going to give us
a detailed report...

on everything you did
the night Forcade was killed.

No problem. One question.

Any news on my car?

I'm living at my
ex-wife's house in Santa Fe.

You know how bad
transport is in this country.

You're pretty lucky, Fermin.
Your car showed up.

Thank God, damn it!

I thought I'd lost it.

You know, Lieutenant,
there are luckier people
than I am...

who've done worse things...

and they haven't spent
a day in jail,
and you know it, right?

Watch yourself, Fermin.

If I find out you
had something to do
with Forcade's death,

you'll spend the rest
of your life pumping iron
in jail.

What the hell
is wrong with you, Conde?

Yesterday, Gomez de la Pena,
and today, Fermin.

So?

Guys who rob and get off
scot-free piss me off.

The worst part is, he's right.

You know what the problem is.
You take all this
shit personally.

People using their
jobs to rob-- It's always been that way,
I know.

What do we do about Fermin?

He's a prime suspect.

But if he was keeping something
valuable for Forcade,
it wasn't at his house,

or it would have shown up
when he went to jail
ten years ago.

We're screwed.

If we don't find anything
we're screwed.

[wind blowing]

[somber music playing]

[thrilling music playing]

[gasps]

[radio host] The Meteorological
Institute warns that the
devastating Hurricane Felix

could pass through the island
of Cuba during the night.

Civil Defense has decreed
Maximum Alert

in the provinces of Havana
and Matanzas,

where the hurricane
could pass.

Forecasts say this
hurricane is the most
powerful in recent years,

bringing intense rains and
winds at more than 180
kilometers per hour...

Happy birthday, Conde. [radio host] Clock Radio.

[beeping]

7:11.

So what, then...
Am I under arrest?

With what proof?

[Manolo] Look, Miriam,
we have no evidence
against you.

But we're still investigating,
and we have to keep you here.

[Miriam]
I want to call the Consulate
right now.

Miriam's a tough nut to crack.

We've got nothing on her.

She confirmed she was
at her sister's that day.

I know, Manolo.

Keep her under surveillance,
and no phone calls.

We need to break her down.

I know she knows more
than she's letting on.

[somber music playing]

[Conde] I'm sorry
to bother you, doctor.

[Alfonso]
Have you got any news?

No... I'm sorry.

But after talking to you,
I have a hunch.

I don't know how
I can help you.

I think you're the only one
who can help us.

Your son trusted you,
absolutely.

Forgive me for speaking
so bluntly, but I don't
think others

are so sad
that your son is gone.

[Manolo] Because you know
exactly the kind of person
Miguel was.

And you also benefited
from the things he did.

Do you see this desk?

It's a Boulle,
the famous French carpenter.

He was famous in his time,
because they had
a secret compartment.

Added value,
as we'd say today.

Before he went into exile,
Miguel hid a map there.

It shows where a Buddha
sculpture is hidden
in the banana groves.

A solid gold sculpture.

A golden Buddha?

Yes, Lieutenant.
A jewel from the Tang dynasty.

It belonged to
the Mena and Carbo family.

They left Cuba in 1960.

Miguel was in charge of
expropriating the assets
in the house.

He found the sculpture--

And he stole it.

[Manolo]
If they killed him
for the Buddha,

someone else knew
about this story, right?

[Alfonso]
I don't know.

Miguel told me that if someone
asked about the Buddha,

that was the signal
to give them the map
he had prepared.

But no one asked.

[Conde]
That's enough talk, doctor.

Let's go find that damn Buddha.

[thrilling music playing]

[rain pattering]

[Alfonso] Miguel told me
that the Buddha,
in the 17th century,

was a gift from the Spanish
Governor of Manila to
King Philip the Fourth.

He put the Buddha
on the Manila galleon

that went between
the Philippines
and the Americas... bringing all kinds
of merchandise and riches.

And the Buddha
reached Havana...

but never made it to Spain.

He told me Fermin
was going to be
in charge on a boat.

[slow music playing]

I can't forget how happy
Miguel was when he told me
that the Buddha...

was going to be
his saving grace.

[rain pattering]

[sighs]

No, no, no. I never agreed
with Forcade to take
something out of the country.

I've got nothing
to do with his death.

Look, Fermin.

You have the most to lose.
You've already
been to jail...

And I'm not going back
because you have no proof
that I killed him.

We found out what
your husband came
to look for in Cuba.

They're checking
the authenticity and value

of the golden Buddha
buried at your house.

What are you talking about?

I know you knew about it,
Miriam. A Buddha, more than
a thousand years old.

Thirty-five pounds of gold
that must be worth...

several million dollars.

Miguel's plan was for
your beloved brother, Fermin,

to take the Buddha
out on a boat, right?

I have no idea
what you're talking about!

I'm an American citizen,
and I want my lawyer.

Enough lies, Miriam,
I hate liars.

It'll be much better...

if you tell me how you
and your brother planned

to kill your husband
and take off with the Buddha.

Excuse me, Lieutenant.
Colonel Molina
wants to see you.

He says it's urgent.

[door shuts]

[Molina]
The Ministry of Foreign
Relations called me twice.

Twice.

Looks like you forgot that
Miriam Forcade is also
an American citizen.

We have to pressure the lady.

What proof do you
have against her?
What do you have?

Release Miriam Forcade.

That's an order.

Lieutenant!

When were you going to
tell me about the link
between Rangel and Forcade?

That's got nothing to do
with Forcade's death,

which is what
we're concerned with.

How do you know what
I'm concerned with,
Lieutenant?

Rangel's being investigated
for corruption,

and you hid documents
that could be important.

You're off the case.

Colonel.

If you let me have the case
I'll prove the major
isn't involved.

You've let me down, Lieutenant.

Colonel.

Please, Colonel,
just one more day. Are you asking me for a favor?

Yes. Yes, Colonel.
I'm asking you a favor.

You can take me off the case,

off the force,
whatever you want.

You've got 24 hours. You can leave now.
We'll see what happens.

[door opens]

[somber music playing]

[Conde]
We were wrong
about you, Fermin.

That's what I've been saying
all this time.

The truth is,
you and your sister

conspired to kill Forcade
and keep the Buddha.

That's not true,
he didn't make it
to the meeting.

Which meeting?

Look.

We were going to plan
how I'd leave the country.

That was the plan
from the very beginning.

For me to take something
out of Cuba that was worth
a ton of money.

But I had to go to jail.

So Forcade had to be patient,

waiting for you to get
out of jail, to come back
to Cuba.

He didn't trust anyone.

He didn't tell me what
I had to bring,
or where it was.

So you started getting
ready to leave.

[Fermin] Not exactly.

I didn't want to be
connected to another exile
from the country.

It was safer for other
people to take care
of the boat and such.

And Forcade agreed
to someone else participating?

I reminded him how dangerous
it was to cross the strait
to Florida alone,

no matter how good
the boat was.

That ended up
convincing him. As afraid
as he was of the ocean.

And who was that person?

Adrian Riveron.

He agreed immediately.

So you and Adrian agreed
to kill Forcade and keep
the Buddha.

You're obsessed
with that Buddha! Why would we kill him

before getting what Miguel
was looking for, which would
make us millionaires?

We're not that fucking stupid.

[somber music playing] [rustling]

Looks like the cyclone
is arriving.

[policeman]
What are we looking for,
Lieutenant?

Anything that could be
used to clandestinely
leave the country,

but especially proof
that Forcade was here
the day he was murdered.

[Manolo] Go.

[slow music playing]

Yes, Fermin talked to me
about finding a boat.

But it's no crime
to talk about that.

[wind blowing]

[slow music playing]

[Manolo]
He didn't talk about
killing Forcade?

How much were you going to get?

No one talked about
murdering anybody.

Fermin said that
when we go to Miami,

they'd pay me $100,000
because we'd take
something from Cuba.

-Did Miriam know about it?
-No.

No, she knew nothing.

[indistinct mumbling]

[slow music continues]

[Manolo] Fermin says the day
Forcade was killed,

you were going
to meet with him,
at this very place.

What happened that day?

Forcade never came.
Not at that time, not ever.

We waited until 10:30,

we called his house
and his mom said
Forcade hadn't come home.

[rustling]

[indistinct mumbling]

[thrilling music playing]

[panting]

[Conde]
"Don't forget me.
Yours, Miriam."

You can't do this.

We don't like
doing it, Adrian...

But this picture means
that you two hooked up
again at some point.

You were always
in love with Miriam.

How can I make you
understand that Miriam
has nothing to do with this?

[whispering]

Miriam...

was at your house on that day.

Your neighbor recognized her.

She's quite
a beautiful lady, Adrian.

Too beautiful not to notice.

After all these years,
we were going to be together.

We had two hours.

[slow romantic music playing]

[both sighing]

I can't handle Miguel anymore.

I'm so happy
you agreed with Fermin.

I couldn't say no.

It was the only way
to be close to you again.

[Adrian inhales deeply]

But it won't be easy, Miriam.

Huh. It'll be hard.

[loud knocking]

It's Miguel.

Don't worry.

[loud knocking]

There's no way he knows
that we're here.

[loud knocking]

[Miriam whimpers]

[Fermin] When we were sure
that Miguel had left,

Miriam left
for her sister's house.

I stayed, waiting for Fermin
and Forcade to discuss
leaving the country.

I don't know what happened.
Forcade never came back.

The next day, I found out
that Forcade hadn't shown up...

and no one knew where he was.

[wind blowing]

[Manolo]
You believe that story?

[Conde]
It's hard to believe.

Adrian has many motives.

But we don't have any proof.

We have to keep looking.

We're running out of time.

Yeah. Let me think.

My head is a mess right now.

Let's see what the cyclone
leaves behind tomorrow.

Conde...

isn't it your birthday?

♪ Happy birthday, Conde ♪

♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Great!

Well, it's all ready.

Eat, this is for you.

We've got everything.

You know...

I'm about to quit the force,
or they'll kick me out,
but it doesn't matter.

I think that today
is the day...

for you to tell me
your secret,
how you make it work

in this country,
where do you find
all this food?

Don't tell him.

Where? In my imagination.

Wonderful!

[doorbell ringing]

Guys, it's the land of plenty.
Let's eat.

[rain pattering]

So you decided to come?

They invited me.

But if it bugs you...

Not at all.
I'm glad you came.

What's up with that look
on your face?

What's wrong?

Do I look like hell? A little bit.

But I swear it doesn't have
anything to do with you.

-For sure?
-For sure.

My friend...

Get a room.

We're waiting to give you
your gifts.

And people are dying
for you to finish the story
about the Buddha.

[Conde]
You ruined my moment,
you bastard!

Just imagine,

it survived the prohibition
of Buddhism,

decreed in the ninth century,

when they destroyed
a lot of temples in China,

and all of
the religion's symbols.

[Miki] Conde.

The story sounds
like a novel. Why don't
you write it down?

[Andrés] See? This is history.

If the Indian monks
hadn't brought
Buddhism to China,

they wouldn't have
killed Miguel Forcade.

Who?

Did they really castrate him?

[Candito]
Don't say that.

Adventist!

[indistinct mumbling]

[Andrés laughing]

Listen, I have
an announcement to make.

Okay, fine.

Listen up.
Come on, listen.

I don't want to spoil
the birthday party, but...

I turned in my resignation
at the hospital today.

We just got our papers.

We're leaving the country.

[soft music playing]

There's no looking back.

You're doing better
than all of us.

You've got your job,
your family...

Yeah...

But one day I realized,
I have no future.

I don't want my kids
to have this life.

Because we can't decide
how our life will be.

Sounds familiar?

Sounds familiar.

I'm not afraid to start over.

In fact, I want to start over.

You know what really gets me?

I'm going to fucking
miss you guys.

Well, good luck.

[rain pattering]

I can give you one
of Rafael's shirts,
if you want to change.

You keep his clothes?

I don't know what
to do with them.

They're good clothes,
I want someone to use them.

Then sell them,

or give them to anyone
who walks by.

I still wear these old rags.

You and your pride.

I had to bury my pride today.

I had to beg a man to...

You're going to tell me
about something that
happened to you?

No, let's talk about you.

About me?

How did you feel?

Now you're asking me?

You didn't call to ask
how I was doing.

I thought it was for the best.

Seems like I'm not
very good company.

Maybe you were wrong.

Most likely.

I'm always wrong.

Can I call you?

You don't have to call me...

you're here now...

[wind howling]

[rain pattering]

[inhaling deeply]

[sighing]

[panting]

[somber music playing]

[Tamara moans]

Sorry, but I have to go.

I have to go right now.

For real? It's really important.

I'll explain tomorrow.
I'm sorry, but I have to go.

We were so blind.

And this
motherfucking hurricane.

Son of a bitch.

Forcade's balls!

How could I be
so fucking stupid?

The guy had...

a ball, a glove...

a baseball mask.

There must be a bat.

[soft music playing]

It has to be him, Manolo.
It has to be him.

Who would want to cut off
Forcade's balls
more than him?

Nothing here, damn it.

Manolo.

Give me that bench.

[thrilling music playing]

[loud knocking]

It's Miguel. Don't worry.

There's no way he knows
that you're here, huh?

[knocking continues]

[Miguel]
Adrian, open up.

Adrian!

Open up!

Coming.

Calm down, Miguel.

[Adrian groans]

Don't get dressed.
I'm going to show you

how to respect a man.

[whimpers]
No, no. Miguel!

You're worse than a whore!

[screams]
Miguel, no!

Come here, you slut!

-[Miriam screams]
-Come here!

[frantic whimpering]

[Miriam screams]

You can't do this.

You must respect me.

[Miguel groans loudly]

[Miguel groaning]

[panting]

Fermin told us your
problems with Forcade
started a long time ago.

When you
and Miriam were dating.

Forcade was powerful...

and he was always
jealous of you.

And Forcade's bad opinion,

in those times,
was enough
to fuck someone over.

[Manolo]
The asshole did his best
to send you far away.

You did it
with the bat, Adrian.

You killed Forcade
with the bat at your house.

Miriam gave me the glove
and bat when we were dating.

The bat was in the room,
because I showed it to her.

Adrian...

your story is almost squalid

and touching...

but I'm not convinced.

With so much money at play,

you agreed to get Forcade
out of the way.

I don't know
if Fermin thought about it.

I never would have dared
to do something like that,
not even for money.

But you did it for Miriam.

[Adrian] I never would have
dared to do something
like that, not even for money.

[Conde]
But you did it for Miriam.

It's a shame...

A shame Adrian killed him?

It's a shame that Miguel,
my father...

and other assholes
like them...

fucked our lives over
like they did.

Fermin was supposed
to come to the meeting.

So they hid the body,

and Miriam took the car
her husband came in.

[Molina]
How did they remove the body?

Adrian called Miriam

and they used Fermin's car
to move the body.

But Adrian mutilated it. He cut the genitals off.

Adrian says,
to throw the police off track.

But I think he was
more than happy to do it.

Forcade was an asshole
who fucked them all over.

Can I tell
you something, Conde?

Congratulations.

At least Major Rangel
wasn't wrong about you.

Colonel.

What's going to happen
to the major now?

He was another
one of Forcade's victims.

You still want to resign?

I hung on many years
at this place,

thanks to that old man. And if he's gone now...

Here's your
signed resignation.

Just so you know
I'm not an asshole. But I have to do my job.

And it's not mine anymore.

[rain pattering heavily]

[slow music playing]

[typewriter clicking]

[wind howling]

You finally got here,
you bastard.

[slow music playing]