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Shut the fuck up!

Fucking hold still!

What the...? Let go of her!

Who the fuck are you?
Get out of here!

Leave her!

Let's go, let's go!

Are you alright?

- Yes.
- Yes?

Yes.

Careful.

Fuck.

I can fix you up.

You? Where, at your place?

My bosses'.

Are you sure? I don't want
to get you in trouble.

It's alright.

Sorry, I didn't want
to make any noise.

It doesn't matter.
There's no one here.

They're not?

Away all weekend.

Listen, I was thinking...

Maybe you should report it.

At least the police would come
and take a look.

In case they come back this way.

I can't.

No.

I don't want to lose this job.

Why would you lose it?

My bosses are very special.
They don't want any attention.

Did you hear that?

- What?
- A door.

Is it a housemate coming in?

There's a cook,
but she comes in the morning.

Those fuckers didn't follow us?

Shit.

I'll take a look, okay?

You stay here.

If you hear anything weird,
call the police, please.

Yes.

Relax. Relax.

I'm sorry!

False alarm.
It was the bathroom window.

Are you alright?

Well, 'bye.

By the way, my name's Alex.

Wendy.

Listen, Wendy, I'll give you
my number in case you feel like...

I pass by this house every day.

Maybe I could bring you
something one Saturday.

Sure.

HOUSE IN MORALEJA

What do we know
about our "little angel"?

I'm juggling 20 things and you're
still on about this shit? Why?

He's got no dirt on him.

He's been in the party since he was 18
and never had any trouble.

He doesn't bother anyone
or attract attention.

With luck he'll pad the next lists,

but he has little chance
of being elected.

Come on, Juan,
someone must know something.

Someone always knows something:

a classmate who hated you,

a bosom buddy
whose life you fucked up...

There's always someone.
You know the score.

Nothing yet. He doesn't drink,
smoke or womanize.

Some porn now and then, that's it.

Normal porn?

Yes.

He's even boring about that.
And his wife?

Are you asking me
if she watches porn?

- How are we doing?
- They're back home.

The cameras are working fine,
but there's nothing yet.

You just got a call.

Juan, I have to see you. It's urgent.
Tomorrow at 8, same place.

- Sports clothes suit you.
- Does it get you hot?

You know what gets me hot.
Got something good to tell me?

I'm fucked, Juan.
Selling publicity is crazy

and, digital or not,
salaries have to be paid.

- You're top of my list.
- Yeah, right.

When I have something good,
you'll get the exclusive, but for now...

"We're going to clean up
this country's trash, Charo".

"With the digitals, no company policy
can hide the corruption".

"Go on, make the leap".

Well, here I am. I leapt
and I'm still in the air,

waiting for you to give me
something serious, something good.

Have I ever given you anything
that wasn't true?

You just use me to fuck over
whoever it is at the time.

So, why are you talking to me?

I give you something,
you fact-check it,

if you think it's worth it, you publish it
or tell me to piss off.

Pretty clear, isn't it?

What an idiot, right?

I thought you'd be serious.

You were sick of all this
and you were going

- to help me tell the truth.
- The truth?

Yes, the truth, remember?

That's pretty big. "The truth".

I can network and get you
some publicity, to keep you going.

In exchange for what?

Keep looking for it.

Maybe you'll find it.

Chema, what's going on?
You can't hear shit.

They may have countermeasures
in the house.

Jamming devices?

Or something,
but I think we can amplify it.

We're cleaning it as it's recorded.
You'll get the transcripts tomorrow.

- Okay, be quick about it.
- Okay.

NEW WINDOW, INCOGNITO MODE

Galán, go ahead.

Trouble at Los Altos estate.
The police are on the way.

Los Altos? That's in the precinct of...

- Pozuelo.
- Azcona.

Juan, you bastard!
Long time no seel.

Right. Listen, I need a hand.

Alright, go ahead.

A call at a house in Los Altos.
Have you got it?

Yes. I'm almost there.

I need you to not enter the house.

Have you spoken to anyone inside?

Nobody. What's all this about?

I need you to let me go in
and talk to them.

Who the fuck are you,
giving orders to the police?

Just because you're Galán's
lapdog dog now

doesn't mean we have to
kiss your ass too.

Or do we?

I'm asking you as a favor.

Fine, fine.

A favor for a favor?

- What do you want?
- I want him to see me.

Galán?
To offer your services?

For whatever the fuck I want.

One call.

Is it a deal or not?

- Yes?
- The boss sent me.

Good evening.

Where is she?

She's locked in the bedroom.
She won't come out.

Up here.

What about her phone?

I have it, I took it from her.

But she called the police first.

So I called the president
because I don't know what to do.

I didn't mean to. I'm sorry.

Okay. Wait in the living room.

Don't move and don't open up
for anyone, alright?

Yes, alright.

Branka?

My name's Rodrigo.
I'm from the police.

Relax, you can come out,
your husband won't touch you.

I need you to open up
so we can help you.

Branka?

Branka?

Yes, he's here.

But I don't know how the fuck
he's going to handle it.

Pres, I busted her fucking face!

Fuck, I busted her fucking face!

Branka, listen to me.

Now, in a moment,
we'll go outside and to a hospital

so they can examine you
for a medical report, alright?

- I don't want to see him.
- Relax, you won't.

- That fucker's ruined my life!
- Branka, it's not like that.

Fucking look at me!

I am, and in a few months

when you look in the mirror,
you'll be the same as ever.

It's just a matter of time.

Nothing's happened yet
that can't be fixed.

"Yet"?

"Yet"?

After this he's going to rot in jail.

I want everyone to know
what a prick he is!

And they will, Branka, they will.

In a few hours he'll be
on TV everywhere.

I'm not scared of him now.

Good. Very good.

Listen, is there anything
they can use against you?

Against me?

They'll have followed you for months

in case they need to pressure you.

I haven't done anything.
I've got nothing to hide

Someone close, relatives...

What does my family
have to do with all this?

This is a team whose president

is one of the country's
most influential businessmen.

And he's about to lose a fortune.

My family doesn't live in Spain.
They're in the Ukraine.

This is from six months ago.

On the right of the podium
is the President of the Ukraine.

The contract for the new metro line,
the Kiev City of Justice...

They're going to shit on my family.
Motherfuckers!

He can't get away with this.

There must be some way.

There could be.

- So...?
- She's not going to report it.

Great! Fucking great.

- I'll go talk to her.
- No, you can't, listen to me.

There are police waiting outside.
Journalists too.

Fuck it.
How did they find out?

I don't know.

- They can't see her like this.
- But she has to go to hospital.

So we're going to make up a story
that everyone can believe.

Perfect, a story.

A robbery. There have been several
in the houses of footballers lately,

only in this is robbery with violence.

After beating up the owners,
they open the safe and vanish.

- That won't work.
- Why?

Because I'm fine.

This is the buyer. We located him.
His name is Günter Schull. German.

He's linked to supremacist
and neo-Nazi groups.

Do we know that
they want to sell to him?

We need access to that laptop.

Wendy!

- Hello, Alex.
- How are you? Need a lift?

No, the bus is coming soon.

Get in, we'll give your friends
something to talk about.

- So you're...
- Six sisters.

Seven including me.

All girls and working around Europe.

Yes.

We're saving to build a house
in the Philippines.

A house?
To live all together?

To live and to work.
We already have the land.

It'll have three floors
with rooms for tourists.

And views of the sea.

What if you get married?

Will you live with them,
or aren't you going to marry?

No.

Well, I don't know.

Yeah, well, you're right.

Why complicate life?

15 minutes.

That was fast.

It's late. I have to get back.

I'll take you.

No need, I'll take the bus.

No, I don't mind.
I'd feel better.

Okay.

The other day in the house
something struck me.

What?

In your room.

You didn't have anything personal.

It's not my room.
I only live there.

I don't have many things,

so it's easier when I change houses.

Everything in one suitcase.

There it is.

What do you think?

Either the shoes are very expensive
or there's something behind there.

- You went a bit overboard.
- You think so?

A few whacks, okay, but...

He'll miss at least three or four games
and the Pres is livid.

Better than losing it all, right?

Doing these things pisses you off.
You don't understand.

I understand, but I don't like it.

- You have to look after friends.
- Whose friends?

- Today's favor...
- ... gets you payback tomorrow.

Thanks to you, thousands of
Spaniards will still enjoy

the world's top league.
You should be happy.

Have we got anything
on our favorite politician?

Not much.

Not much is something.

- He has a fake profile on the social networks.
- That sounds good.

Don't get your hopes up.

I thought I'd found something,

but I searched high and low
and there's nothing major.

Why did he do it?

I guess to talk without
anyone knowing he's a politician.

Talk about what?

TV series, music, to share videos...

Of kittens?

Extreme sports, people getting
weird tattoos, things like that.

Seriously? I don't believe it.

There's nothing. Just someone
playing at being anonymous.

THE SHOES ARE MOVING

Something's come up, I have to go.

Juan, we all have some desire.

Find his.

Give it to him and film it.

Easy as that.

Easy as that?

Problems?

One thing is looking for shit
and another is dumping it on him.

If he's the saint you say,
it'll slide off, don't you think?

Come on, Juan, don't let me down.

It'd be the first time.

Fucking great. We're in.

Not one call or message...

...in seven days.

If I hadn't turned up,
would you have called me?

No. I don't think so.

I prefer things to happen
when they should happen.

They just left, go ahead.

What?

Nothing.

Nothing?

This is strange, isn't it?

Yes, I don't know.
Look at you and look at me.

We couldn't be more different.

Yes. And?

Nothing.

Cobalt 60.

In industry it's used to measure
the thickness of metals and plastics.

And in medical centers
to sterilize materials.

And to make bombs.

If you connect a conventional bomb
to some cobalt 60,

even just 30 cm. of it,
you contaminate a whole city.

It's from an abandoned
military hospital in Argentina.

Some generals are selling it
on the black market.

Neo-Nazi terrorists
buying a dirty bomb.

They may deliver it here
or straight to Germany.

We should warn them
and pass the info to the BND.

- I think they'll get it in via Spain.
- Why?

There's an email account.
They deleted it after sending it,

but they're in touch
with a network that for a year

has brought coke into Europe from
various countries, including Argentina.

I think they'll use
one of their routes.

We have to find out where
they want to bring it in.

See if we know anyone
who also works with them.

- Laszlo Kurucz?
- Maybe. Take a look.

Chema, I need you
to set up a story.

A fake profile. A girl, 19.

You can use these photos.

It's not enough.

For it to work I need to invent
at least 6 months back.

There's plenty on her page,
I'll send you the link.

Name?

Sara.

Sara: you have 1 new notification

Sergio_93 likes your photo

Sergio wants to follow you
Accept

Sergio_93: Hello
Sara: Hello

Sara: Do I know you?

Sergio_93: No, but after
you gave me so many likes

Sara: What you post is cool

Sergio_93: Your photos
are nice too

Sara: "nice" How polite!!!

Sergio_93: Ha ha! Always!

Sara: HAHAHA!!
Listen, I have to go

- Yes?
- We know where it's coming in.

Through the port of Bilbao.

Great. I'll call you later,
I'm with my mother, okay?

Okay. Ciao.

See you later.

Marta.

- Hey!
- How are you?

- Fine. You?
- Fine.

- You come here now?
- No, I work here.

- Any problem?
- No, none.

- No? Okay.
- Or is there?

No, the rent, the books,

university, they don't pay
for themselves, you know?

Doesn't your dad help you out?

I don't give a shit about him.
I make my own way.

No, I can see that.

This is a job like any other.

People love spending money
and we help them out.

- Anything wrong in that?
- No, nothing.

Until one of them wants more
than a drink with you.

We've got security. Don't worry.

Besides, look,
that guy with the tie in front...

The district councilor.

Yes.

Why do I tell you anything
if you know more than I do?

- That's why I say to be careful.
- Thanks.

It'll be easy.

The camera will be off
and Security

will be patrolling
way over the other side.

You're a fucking star!

You deliver 50 kilos
in La Junquera, okay?

This is the address.
The rest is for you guys.

Alright!

You're fucking great, Juan!
Stay for a drink with the boys.

- Some other time, Goyita.
- Have a drink with us.

- Some other time.
- Okay.

Wendy: Don't you like movies now?

Juan: I hate the ads

I prefer to go in when
the movie's about to start.

I should've told you
I'd be away for work.

No need.

But I want to.

I'm not used to
depending on anyone.

But you're here.

Yes, I'm here.

Aren't you curious to know
more about me?

I keep drilling you with questions.

What do you work as?

- What?
- There's no need.

Yes, I want to know,

really.

I'm a detective.

For an insurance agency.

I investigate robberies,

fires, accidents...

Do you like what you do?

Someone has to do it, right?

Sergio_93: Do you never sleep?

Sara: I just got in. And you?
Why are you online so late?

Waiting for you;)
What did you do tonight?

What if we put on the video?

Sara: Am I scary? Really?

Sergio_93: Why don't we meet?
But really? Am I scary?

Sara: A bit, but okay
Sergio_93: Tomorrow?

Sara: Really busy this week,
but I'll tell you soon, okay?

Okay, whenever you like.

PORT OF BILBAO

Okay. Copy.

He just left the cabin, okay?

He left early. Let's go.

He's on the forecourt.

He's headed for the carpark.
Go, go, go.

Go, you can set it up, go.

Shit! It's not here!

I'm going to lose visual.
He could appear at any time.

Let's go.

Go, get out of there, go.

What the fuck happened?

We have to get into his locker,
maybe he left it there.

They checked. Nothing there,
or in the crane cabin.

- And he hasn't met anyone all day.
- Maybe the info was bad.

No. No way.

Laszlo wouldn't lie about the delivery
of a sample to the Germans today.

It's not good for him
to fuck us around.

Maybe they changed their minds
and he doesn't know.

We have to check it all from scratch.

We could,
but no one came near the car

or passed him
from when he ID'd himself

- to when he left just now.
- Maybe there...

- Where?
- At the security booth.

We filmed the entry and exit, right?

It's all there, but...

Alright then.

Okay. Pause.

Magnify.

Press play.

Slowly.

Pause.

What's that?

- It's a car key.
- Son of a bitch.

It's him. It's Günter Schull.

The other guy probably
analyzes the sample.

If all goes well, they'll get
back in touch for the delivery.

The info was good.

Now we know how
they're transporting it.

C'mon! Answer the phone!

Are you going to nag me
about the disco?

No, I'm not going to nag you.
I need a favor.

- Yeah?
- Are you with Juan?

- No. I don't know where he is.
- Fuck! He's not answering.

- What happened?
- We fucked it.

The Filipino girl found a camera.

Are you fucking nuts?

I'm not a whore!

If I thought a whore could do it,

I'd get one, but I need you.

- Why?
- Because you're exactly

what the guy wants to find.
I'd just change your look slightly.

Piss off.

Marta.

Marta. Listen to me.

- Marta.
- I was sick!

I was sick! I was 15
and completely hooked!

And I helped you out of it.

You promised me that no one
would ever see the video.

And no one has ever seen it.

But you still have it.

They wanted to sell it to
a magazine and I stopped it.

You've still got it to fuck me over
whenever you feel like it.

- Marta, listen to me.
- You're blackmailing me!

- No, I'm asking for a favor.
- Bullshit.

Unless I go to the date
with this guy, you'll leak it.

You'll let everyone see the daughter
of TV's biggest actor

sucking a dealer's cock
for some fucking smack.

That won't happen.

It needn't happen.

- Do we know what she's saying?
- No mikes there, or in her room.

- She didn't go to the garden.
- What's that got to do with it?

She could've told her bosses
what she found and she didn't.

Fuck that, it doesn't mean
that she's not going to.

- We have to get her out of there.
- If the girl disappears now

it'll tip them off. No change
in the house is good for us.

Good or not, there's already
a change: she knows.

Wendy...

Are you leaving?

Can I tell you something?

- Wendy, listen to me.
- Alex, leave me alone, please.

I wish I could explain it,
but I can't right now.

- I don't need an explanation.
- But I need you to stay here.

I'm doing something very important.
You have to trust me.

Trust?

I know I can't ask you,
I know it's hard.

Why did you come back?

The first time you tricked me
to get in here. Then why?

I wanted to be with you.

You said you didn't want to hurt me.

That's the last thing I wanted.

- What's between us is true.
- Is that true?

Wendy, I understand.

You want nothing to do with me.
I know you feel cheated,

but please listen to me.

You're leaving this house
without telling your bosses

because you know they're dirty.

You want to vanish
and have no problems,

but they won't let anyone jeopardize

what they've got going.
And I assure you, they'll find you.

They'll get rid of you...

and anyone who gets in their way.

You know it's true.

- She's staying. She won't talk.
- Why should we believe her?

Because she's going to do it!

If I wasn't sure,

she'd be in this trunk right now,
you know that, right?

- Yes, I know it.
- Then stop busting my balls.

Where is he?

There.

Sergio_93: are you upstairs?

Sara: Yes, I can't see you

Sergio_93: There's a reservation,
do you see it?

Sara: Seriously? VIP Area?

Sergio_93: Come

Hello.

Sergio_93: Red leather top?

Sara: Warm, warm

I think you have something
to tell me.

I think you have something
to tell me too, right?

Hello, Sara.

Sergio.

At last. How did it go?

I don't know.

At first I was a bit rude
about the photo

and he said was too,
so we laughed.

Then we went to his room

and he suddenly slammed me
against the wardrobe

and fucked me right there.
Do you believe that?

He didn't seem like it, but...

What?

Sorry, but you wanted me
to get him in the bag, right?

Are you going to tell me
what happened or not?

You know what?

You could've put a wire on me
and now you'd know everything.

I could've.

And you didn't because

you didn't rule out me being
naked in a room with him.

- Admit it.
- Not on the first date. He's not the type.

Oh, okay.

And...?

I told him what you said.

I don't trust anyone
because it was hard for me

to get rid of a couple of guys
I had trouble with.

- Hence the fake profile.
- What about him?

He said his photos are fake
but what he said to me isn't.

He's a lawyer, so he has to
keep up appearances.

A lawyer. Well, that's true,
he studied Law.

I told him it was fine,
I wasn't angry,

but he's not what I'm looking for.

- But we can be friends...
- Carry on talking...

- Yes, and get to know each other.
- Good, good.

- I don't know...
- What?

He was kind of nervous.

I think it's the first time
he's done this.

He might disappear.

Well, we'll soon know.

- Hello?
- The material is on the way.

What?

The wife just told Günter Schull
that the cobalt has left Argentina.

It'll reach Bilbao in a few days.
We just need the name of the ship.

Don't let them catch us napping.
Chema can't miss a thing.

I need people listening 24-7.
To everything.

I can't leave Spain now.

It's serious, Juan.
Or I wouldn't come to you.

- I know you're busy.
- I won't drop an operation for this.

We're talking about two days,
three at most.

Look, let's do this...

Do me this favor and I'll take
the politician off your hands.

Isn't that what you wanted?

- I've baited him. I'm waiting.
- We can hand it to Azcona.

Azcona?
Is he with us now?

I know you don't like him,
but he's keen

and he isn't finicky, like you.

- Then send him to Panama.
- He's very green.

Besides, they want you.
And so do I.

I don't trust anyone else for this.

Two days?

Three at most.

But I stay on Ángel González.
It's a bad idea to change now.

Fucking great. As you see fit.

What do the Panamanians want?
I can't go empty-handed.

Relax, you won't go empty handed.

PANAMA CITY

Naranjo.

Shit! How's my brother?

How my Madrid buddy?

You've changed alright!
Sit down. Take a seat.

You look exactly the same.

The pros of being an ugly kid.
You can't get any worse, right?

Delia. Another, please.
Do you want anything?

The same as him.

When did you leave Madrid?
Five years ago?

Time flies. Do you know I miss
the nights in Madrid?

Living Madrid-style, huh?

What do we do with this guy?

We'll have sort out something.

Good.

We're holding him in his room.
Two days have gone by

- and it hasn't leaked out.
- And we're grateful.

Look.

This is the kid.

He shifted some marijuana,
no big deal.

He and "His Honor" met in a bar.

They had some drinks
and went to the hotel.

Is it true that your friend

decides on people's lives
and freedom?

He's got a good reputation.

Shit!

If that's how they make decisions
in the Supreme Court,

you poor Spaniards.

Thanks.

Look.

The family doesn't know the details.

They know that the kid is dead.

He'd had epileptic fits
since he was young

and they were told
it was the cause of death.

He had a fit
and slipped off the balcony.

Now, if you want our help

the family has to be compensated.

They have to be and so do we.

Here's compensation for everyone.

Money.

Don't shit me, brother.

This is fine for the family.
But what about us?

Do you really think we need money?

There you go.

One of this country's top bankers

fooling with a rent boy in Chueca.

Is that enough compensation?

- Take care.
- Have a good trip.

And stay out of trouble, Your Honor.

Thank you.

- When we get to Madrid...
- Nobody knows anything.

- But they'll have told my wife...
- A visa issue.

- A diplomatic incident.
- "Diplomatic incident", yes.

A trap is what it was.

I finished the conference,
they took me to the airport,

the plane suddenly broke down
and I had to spend the night.

You don't have to explain.

I didn't hire the services
of any kid.

But he was in your room.

Fuck! He was a dealer!
Don't you see that?

The cancelled flight,
the guy in the bar,

he comes to my room,
does some lines...

- Hold on...
- What?

Was it you guys?

Did the Center set it up?

It's that shit, isn't it?

What do you call it?
"Robe control", right?

You fuck me over,
then rescue me.

You want me on a leash,
like Remesana and Escudero.

And since you couldn't find anything...

You've been after me for 6 months.
But this, no.

When I get to Madrid
I'm investigating this association

that invited me here,
all expenses paid.

If I find out that
you're involved in this...

The guy has an epileptic fit,

you think he's dying

and you don't want him
found in your room.

So your best idea is
to throw him off the balcony.

Who could set that up,
you fucking coward?

We have to go now.
The material is in the port.

- When?
- Today.

Let's go.

The building is controlled
by local traffickers.

The material's already inside,

waiting delivery
to Günter Schull's people.

Do we know the delivery time?

Today, tomorrow... No one knows.

If we do a raid with the police...

No, we can't wait.
These houses are like Swiss cheese.

The floors are all connected.

Before we bust in with the police
they'd get it out easily...

If it's there,
we have to go in now.

It'll be hard
without attracting attention.

No way it can leave there.

Hey, guys.
Want some coke, molly?

Pills? Speed? Nothing?

You want some coke,
MDMA, speed?

- A bit of speed.
- Speed? Yeah, follow me.

It's here. 3rd floor.

What do you want?

- We wanted some speed.
- Okay, come on.

Let's go, let's go.

Ana, he's been made!

Hallway, on the left,

the kitchen.
Go through the hole.

Go, Ana, go, go, go.

Officer 8032 here.
We need backup!

Fuck!

Freeze! Freeze!
Let go of it, now!

Are you alright?

- Police, on the floor!
- Police!

- On the floor!
- Police! Stop!

Don't move! Freeze!

Sergio_93 likes your photo

Sara: Hey!

The missing man

Sergio_93: Lots of work

Sara: It's been ages
since you gave me 1 like...

What a drag, again.

No, I'm sick of
the individualist speech...

Sara: Don't you like me anymore?

Sergio_93: Not at all.
You haven't been very active either

Sara: Getting by. Work is scarce

Sara: If you need a philologist
with hotel experience...

Sergio_93: Having drinks?

Sara: Hahahaha,
you idiot, as a barmaid!

Sara: But if you're buying...

Sergio_93: Done

Sara: When?

Sergio_93: When I have a gap

Sara: Friday?

Sergio_93: On a trip. Work

Sara: We'll talk. Big kiss!!

Wendy.

Can we talk?

- What happened to you?
- Nothing.

Don't go back to the house.

The police are there
and they could think you're linked.

- Is it over?
- Yes.

They won't be a danger
to anyone, or to you.

Thanks for warning me.

Do you have a place to stay?

I'll call a friend.

Wendy...

I guess it's the last thing you want,
but you can stay at my place.

Until you find something.

You can sleep in my bed
or there's a sofa-bed. Whatever.

This is fine. Thanks.

You don't have much stuff.

No.

Everything in one bag,

like you.

It's easier that way, right?

You open the door and vanish.

I wish that was all it took.

But it's hard not to leave a trace.

I bet you know how.

I could try.

We could try together.

I'm serious.

I know a place where
they'd never find us.

Good evening.

Top Sport is decked out

for one of the year's major events.

...not just for sport, but for
representatives of the culture,

politics and business world
of this country.

The red carpet is full of personalities

that fans don't want to miss,

even if it means hours
of patient waiting.

How are you, Fernando?

A smile.

What do you ladies want?

We'll be over there.

I'll leave you. Have fun.
Good luck.

Thank you.

Judge.

Angel! You, here?
Now you're invited to these shindigs?

Sure. This is the Culture
and Sport Commission, so...

- You're stuck with it, right?
- More or less.

Let me introduce my wife.
Alicia, Ángel González.

A pleasure.

Hardworking student,
now a congressman.

Hardworking student?

Bad exams but good assignments.
It saved him.

- Yes.
- Didn't your wife come?

No, she couldn't.
The boy has a fever, so...

Oh, gee.

Thanks.

- But are you still with...?
- Yes.

Excuse me a second.

The lawyer thing is true.

Well,

I did the degree.

Sara.

Sara, listen.

Who are you?

Someone who wants to know you.

Right.

I know I'm not doing
the right thing, but...

I can't go around
telling people straight off

that I'm a politician,
that I'm in Congress.

Why didn't you tell me
you were married?

I don't know.

I guess I didn't want to
complicate things... any more.

I'm sorry.

Wait.

I'm not angry.

Really?

I understand you.

We all have secrets.

I don't like being judged,
so I don't judge.

- I have to go inside.
- Yes, me too.

But if you want...

we can see each other again
some other time.

I don't know, if you like.

- I'm going to Madrid after this.
- I'm not.

No?

I have a room here, in...

Really?

Yes, I have a hotel.

No, relax.
I just got to the hotel.

No, tomorrow I get up early,
I'll make it in plenty of time.

Yes...

I'll call you later. Wait.

Police, may I come in?

Come in.

Yes, I'm with him.

Yes, got it.

Okay, we'll talk later.

The girl stands by what she said.
She wants to press charges.

Charges? She came here
of her own free will.

She says you forced her.

She tried to get you off her
but she couldn't,

- until it was all over.
- It's a lie. My God!

I didn't do anything to that girl.

- But you had relations with her.
- Yes, consenting relations.

- Consenting?
- Yes, I told you.

"Consenting" and she's
on the way to the hospital.

Alright... Listen to me.

She was fine when she went
to the bathroom, just fine.

She came back bleeding

and went straight to the door,
without a word.

Did you take drugs?

No. Of course not.

There's a packet of coke in there.

No, that's impossible.

I have nothing to do with that,

I swear, absolutely nothing.

You said before
that you had relations.

So when she's examined
at the hospital

- and they take semen samples...
- Yes! We had relations, that's all.

That's all, I swear. I didn't do
anything that she didn't want to.

To a minor?

A minor? No, she's not a minor.

No, she's 19.

- She told me she was 19.
- Is that her handbag?

Yes, I suppose so.

Listen,

listen to me, I...

I give you my word,
she said she was of legal age.

- She looked of legal age.
- She looked like it.

Son of a bitch.

But she isn't.

At least not for six months.

No, no, no.

- I can prove it.
- I don't think so.

Yes. In her messages here
she said she was 19.

That's it. Look at it, please.
Look, it's here.

- That's not her name.
- No, but it's her.

- It's a fake profile, but it's her.
- Relax.

If you investigate,
you'll see that she's behind it.

Who's this Sergio_93?

That's me.

I also made a fake profile for...

precaution. Understand?

No, I don't.
If you'll identify yourself...

- No, listen. I need...
- No, you listen.

I'm asking you to identify yourself.

Unless you want to do this
down at the station.

Are you...?

Are you Ángel González,
the congressman?

Yes.

Hence the fake profile.

I...

I wanted to avoid...

Never mind.
It doesn't matter now.

Ángel...

Look at me and tell me the truth.

I'm not saying anything
until I have a lawyer here. I'm sorry.

Ángel, listen.
Do you think this is a trap?

Of course. Of course.

A girl like her, suddenly...

I'm such a fucking fool!
I'm an asshole!

- Who do you think set it up?
- I don't know!

- I don't know.
- Someone from the party?

No. I don't think so.

Think, Ángel.
It's usually someone close to you.

- I don't have any enemies.
- Clearly you do.

People don't take
so much trouble for nothing.

There has to be a reason.
You're a threat to somebody.

No, I probably won't even be
on the electoral lists this year.

Who'd want me out of the way?

Maybe it's about what you know.

What I know?

Yes, some sensitive information

that someone got a hold of

- and they want to neutralize it.
- What information?

I don't know, someone hands
an envelope to someone,

a meeting with a judge
that shouldn't have happened.

- You know what I mean.
- No, I don't.

- No, there's nothing like that.
- Please, focus, there has to be.

Maybe something you said
inadvertently after a meeting,

- smoking in a doorway or at a party.
- Nothing.

Something that could jeopardize
someone's reputation. Think.

Don't lie. If you want my help,
cooperate, you have to trust me.

- I'm telling you...
- We have to solve this together.

Please, someone. Focus.
There has to be something.

I'm telling you
the fucking truth! I am!

I've got no information on
anything or anyone. Nothing.

I have no...

Believe me, please.
Believe me.

Right.

Then it was the girl, for money.

That's it, it's over.

It's over. That's it.

It's the end.

No, not necessarily.
It doesn't have to be this way.

We can offer her an amount
and see how she responds.

At least we'll know if
she's really behind it.

Marta?

- Where's Marta?
- What's up with you?

Hey, you can't come in.

Get out.

Get out of here!

- What the hell are you doing?
- You came for your thing, huh?

Yes.

Fine. It's there, in the wardrobe.

With a hammer.
They say it's the safest.

Aren't you disgusted?

When I saw you in that room
talking in the same tone,

with the same words, the same lies.
Aren't you disgusted?

It made me want to vomit.
Actually, I did vomit.

Yeah, run away, great.

Fuck you. You hear me?

Fuck you!
Publish whatever you want.

But if you want to fuck that guy,
do it yourself!

You hear me?

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8 letters.

Basque Country.
Slang for someone in authority.

Txakurra.

- With a K?
- Tx and a K.

That's it. Txakurra.

The Bilbao thing was good, eh?

There's still work to do.

We want to work on
the sellers and the German cell.

- I'm going there in a few days.
- And the Ángel thing...?

Nothing. It didn't pan out.

I put the candy in front of him
and he didn't fall for it.

He got cold feet.

At the last minute
he pulled up his pants and left.

He's got it all:
boring and a coward.

It confirmed that
he's practically out.

The party leaders are shelving him.

They need space for their people

and Ángel González has no backers
in the party right now.

So we've been wasting our time.

I could try something else, but...

No, if you're sure...

it makes no sense to go on.

A pisser.

Wendy?

- Juan. A sight for sore eyes.
- Where is she?

What the hell are you doing?

She didn't do anything.
she's not involved.

That's for a judge to decide,
don't you think?

She just worked in the house.
I've got all the info.

That's the problem.

You should share a bit more.

What did Galán promise you?

You're acting like a dick, Juan.

You know that, right?

As soon as I find her a lawyer,
you'll let her go.

You've got nothing.

Nothing.

Do you know that your friend,
as well as keeping bad company,

has an expired work permit?

Yeah, big shot, that's how it is.

So behave,

or I'll make sure that

the Filipino girl you're banging
is deported to her fucking country.

Is that clear?

And do what you're
fucking told for once.

Hey there!

"Boy Jesus Found in Temple"

I need to see you.

- 8 a.m. tomorrow, as usual?
- No. Now.

I'm almost at your office.

What's the rush?
I'm not in the mood.

If you want me in on
one of your rackets...

I want you to have this.

The info is encrypted.

The code to open it

will reach you in four hours
unless I stop it first.

If you want me to publish it,
why would you stop it?

I'm still not sure
if I want you to publish it.

Right.

You're using me
as a security clause.

So they don't fuck with you,
is that it?

If it all goes sour,
I'll be truly fucked.

But you'll have the exclusive
you were looking for.

Sound like a good deal?

- But I don't want you...
- If that time comes, be careful,

nobody is to know what you're
going to do, or they'll stop it.

Okay, let's think it over.

There must be another way.
Let's go over all this.

There's nothing more to go over, Charo.

Things are the way they are.

But why me?

You're the first on my list.
I've always told you that.

Can we talk?

Yes, of course. Excuse me.

Those old fogeys
are driving me insane.

Especially Manchado,
now he's been promoted...

How long have you
being following me?

No family,

no sentimental relationships,

no vices. Too much control.

Sooner or later,
it had to bust wide open.

Sure, sure, in the end you got
pussy-whipped by the Filipino.

Now you have to
fuck me over, right?

No one wants to
fuck you over, Juan.

We just want to be able to
trust you, like Ángel González.

We set a trap for him.
He's clean.

People that clean end up
being the most dangerous.

Nothing's more unpredictable

than a politician
with no skeletons in the closet.

When they get a little power,
they get corrosive,

they start to have their own ideas.

Some even try to do
what they promised:

lift up the rug, sweep up...
And that's the end.

- For us?
- For everyone, Juan, everyone.

We live in a world of balance.

A very delicate fabric
woven over many years.

And if someone pulls a thread...

Anyway,

if you're so worried
about our friend, relax.

Things will go fine for him
from now on.

What? His profile's great

for the clean sheet
the voters are crying out for.

Besides, we're sure that nobody
will get anything on him

after this little slipup.

Listen, I have to go
to get a damn medal,

so if you've brought me
a little present...

- She stays clean.
- Clean.

- They won't deport her.
- They won't deport her.

How about we forget all this?

How about it?
Like it never happened.

We need you, damn it!
There's a lot of work to do.

Come on, I have to go.

Are you alright?

Yes.

Now I am.

I'm sorry.

What is it?

In here is everything you need.

Only one ticket?

And you?

I still have things to sort out here.

One thing.

Is your name Alex?

Juan.

Abaday.

It's my name. The agency
told me it didn't sound Filipino.

That something...
more normal was better.

Abaday.

The guest house by the sea.

Run by seven sisters.

I'll be there.

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Emergency executive meeting
after the unexpected resignation

of the leader of
the main opposition party.

We can now confirm
that the new secretary general

will be Hernando Lara,
up to now head of Social Welfare.

Among the first faces
of what will be

the core of power
in the new administration...

Check, please.

...are Marisol Zamarrejo,
Julio Zapico

and a last-minute surprise,
Ángel González,

who'll coordinate
from the congressional group

until the next elections.

First, it's a real honor
to be able to serve this party.

I take this position humbly,

with great responsibility...

and I hope to meet
the expectations of my party

and my country, naturally.

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Translation: Lindsay Moxham

Subtitles: LASERFILM