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Hello?

Fuck, boss, it's my day off.

All right, boss.

For fuck's sake!

For fuck's sake!

Good morning, Maruchi.

Good morning.

Major, he's here.

Have looked at yourself in the mirror?

You've got bags under your eyes.

I don't have mirrors at home, boss.

You're better off then. Now listen to me.

This morning I received a call at home

from the president of the
National Industry Corporation in person.

And in there's the general manager.

And the wife of a big shot
who's disappeared.

This country is crazy.

Now people disappear
and all hell beaks loose.

So we have to find him.

Or, at the least,
find out what's happened to him.

Here.

I've got to be crazy. Come on.

He's the inspector I've told you about.
Lieutenant Conde.

Manager Fernández.

And the lady is...

How's it going, Tamara?

Hi, Mario.

What happened to Rafael?

What the fuck just happened?

I can't look for that man, boss.

How do you know this woman
and her husband?

Why don't you assign the case
to someone else?

To Manolo, he's great and--

You had an affair with her
and the husband found out.

Or was it the other way round?
Something must have happened.

I've known Morín for ages.
We went to high school together.

He led the Student Federation.
A brilliant guy, but terribly--

If you already know him, so much better.

But, why me?

Maybe it's your fate, Conde.

Go ahead.

Fate, oh, fate.

Listen closely to what I'm going to say.

This stays between you and me.

Something big is happening.

And from the top.

It's an internal investigation.

And they're after somebody's neck.

Police investigating police.

What the hell is going on?

I don't know. But it can't be good.

So get to work.

And behave yourself.

You finally made it.

Don't worry, I'll disappear one day.

I'm up to here with this case.

The major told me to put everything
else aside and help you with this case.

I think he's punishing me.

Cut the crap and tell me what you've got.

Rafael Morín disappeared
the morning of January first.

The wife reported it that night.

We've already checked
hospitals, hotels... nothing.

I don't think he's been kidnapped.
In Cuba nobody kidnaps anyone.

But I don't think he's tried
to sneak out of the country

since he's constantly traveling.

The fact is he's disappeared.

And the last person
who saw him was his wife.

We'll start with her, right?

Come on!

What a coincidence. Isn't this the house
you always say you like?

Manolo, I'm asking this as a favor.
Let me interview her.

-You keep calm and quiet.
-Why?

Because this case is different.
I've known Rafael for 20 years.

He's your friend, right?

I said I know him,
not that he's my friend.

He was a student leader
when I was at school.

And, among other things,

he was the most opportunistic
son of a bitch in the world.

Well, not in the world.

In the galaxy.

Hell...

This is going to get interesting.

When we were at school,
we spent all our time here.

Tamara's dad had been an ambassador.

They always gave us sandwiches,
cakes, soda.

Remember when I broke a beautiful ashtray?

It was Sargadelos porcelain.

Life is unpredictable.

I still don't know why
you became a policeman.

Me neither. I wonder about that daily.

The lieutenant
is one of our best inspectors.

Why do you think
he's been assigned this case?

Tamara...

The night Rafael disappeared,
you were at a party, right?

Yes.

At manager Fernandez's house.

A New Year's Eve party.

Did you notice anything out of
the ordinary at the party or afterwards?

No.

We came back home around 2:00 a.m.
because I was really tired.

Here, Rafael said he wanted
to check some things in the studio.

And that was the last time I saw him.

Was the house okay,
was there anything missing?

No, in fact his car, and mine,
both were in the garage.

And Rafael drives everywhere,
even for the paper.

Do you know if he's had
any problems at work?

Not that I know of.

He's doing better than ever.

He was doing business with the Japanese...

Have you two had any problems lately,
any fights?

No. Not at all.

No fights.

A happy marriage, right?

Mario, we're a normal couple.

With the same problems any couple has.

I wanted to say I'm sorry I didn't come
when your dad died.

I found out two months late.

That was five years ago.

And Rafaelito? He must be really grown-up.

Can you imagine?

He's with my aunt Carola now.

I left him with her because
I don't want him here with all this.

I told him his dad was on a trip.

Aunt Carola.

I remember going to the beach
in Santa Fe after school.

-Tamara, did you touch anything?
-No.

No, nobody touched anything.

-Whose notebook is this?
-It's Rafael's.

Tamara. Do you know Zaida and Zuleika?

It was open on the "Z"
and these two names appear.

Zaida is his secretary.
Zuleika I have no idea.

Tamara, I need a complete list

of all the guests
at the New Year's Eve party.

That's the last time several people
saw Rafael in public.

Although the last one who saw him was you.

Of course.

You said you knew Morín.

But you didn't mention his wife
or Aunt Carola in Santa Fe.

That's none of your business.

Isn't it?

And the way you drool
when you look at her either?

Moron!

We've got to be careful, Conde.

In these cases, unless proven different,
the wife is the prime suspect.

Suspect of what, Manolo?
Of eating her husband?

Wasn't she too calm with all this business
of the missing husband?

When you asked if they had problems,
she said no straight away.

Look, Manolo, leave Tamara alone.
And try to find out who that Zuleika is.

I'll take care of Zaida, the secretary.

All right.
I'm just saying, don't play with fire.

That woman will mess you up.

This guy had loads of things.
And he didn't have a single computer?

He has to have one.

Holy shit! Fuck!
That woman turns me into a moron!

Tell me something, Zaida.

Do you know if Rafael Morín
had any reason to hide?

To hide?

Why would he?

Do you know
if he's been having trouble lately?

With the company, with his family?

I can only say
I've worked nine years for Rafael,

and he's always been a wonderful boss.

My kid's dad fled from Cuba
when the boy was a baby.

Rafael helped me a lot.

He's like that.
He's thoughtful, compassionate.

So they say.

Calcines, I imagine that working
at a company like this,

with important business dealings,

Morín wouldn't
disappear voluntarily, right?

I feel the same.

Our deal with the Japanese
is very important, hundreds of millions.

And Rafael was in charge of everything.

I'd like you to talk about your boss.
As assistant manager.

He's an excellent manager.

A great colleague. A revolutionary.

And the two of you must be close.

Yeah, sure, we trust each other.

Since we trust each other,
do you know if Morín sees other women?

Women?

-When was the last time you saw him?
-On the 30th.

He took me home, came up for a coffee
and gave me something for the New Year.

So he usually goes up to your house
and gives you presents?

I already said Rafael takes very good care
of all of his colleagues.

Don't get it wrong.

Calcines, what kind of relationship
do Morín and Zaida have?

Zaida?

She's his secretary.
You wouldn't be thinking...

Excuse me.

I didn't know you were...

That's Jiménez, our finance manager.

He never knows.

If he's in charge of finance,
I can imagine it.

Seeing how things are...

So, tell me, Zuleika.

Does she also work here?

No, there's no Zuleika here.

Do you think all of this
has to do with women?

Zaida...

If Rafael is such a great boss,
and you two are such great friends...

why is it that 15 days ago
you asked to be transferred?

I...

I've had a lot of personal problems.

You were at the New Year's Eve party
at Fernandez's house.

Did Morín seem strange to you? Worried?

Did anything happen that surprised you?

No.

Well, that pain-in-the-ass Spaniard.

What Spaniard?

José Manuel Regueiro.
He's a Spaniard with businesses in Cuba.

He was half drunk, started dancing

with comrade Morín's wife
and he got a bit annoying.

What did Morín do then?

He resolved it with true class.

-Like he always does.
-Sure.

The funny thing is that afterwards
I saw him speaking with Regueiro

as if nothing had happened,
they were even laughing.

I don't know why he
chose this password. Stairway.

It's pretty obvious, Calcines.

Stairway to heaven.

What's going on?

What's the problem?

This machine is empty,
as if the hard drive has been reformatted.

They've deleted all the information.

Besides you, who else
has the password for Morín's computer?

Rafael and I. No one else that I know of.

What did you find out?

Tamara says Morín had a laptop.

It was stolen from the house last week,
but they didn't report it.

-What do you think?
-What a coincidence.

Manolo, do you know the most
cited verse from Cuban poetry?

"I'm an honest man
from where the palm trees grow."

The second.

"The damned circumstance of water
surrounding everything."

First time I'm hearing it.
What does it have to do with anything?

We're surrounded by water, Manolo!
There's sea everywhere!

I'm dying for a coffee. Shall we?

Hey, two coffees, please.

According to Zaida and Calcines,
Rafael is the perfect boss.

The perfect man, the perfect friend.

But when we tried
to get into his computer,

the hard disk was deleted!

-Someone had to do it.
-Of course someone did it!

I'm sure it was that fucker Morín
trying to hide his shit.

How the fuck can that guy
deceive everyone?

Conde, can I say something here,
between the two of us?

This case isn't for you.

This is a divine punishment.

The only thing I know for sure

is that Morín didn't ascend to the heavens
in body and soul, called by the Lord.

Forget it.

Have you already learnt to pray, Rojo?

More or less.

More or less.

What about you?

I did. But I forgot.

Partner, do you know who I'm looking for?

No, and I don't give a shit.
You always get me into trouble.

I'm looking for the abominable man
of La Víbora.

No shit. Morín?

What do you want that son of a bitch for?

You know I don't want
anything to do with him.

But the guy is lost.
He disappeared, into thin air.

And I have the fucked up task
of finding him.

Candito, where do you think
a guy like that can hide?

Was he involved in something shady?

I don't know.

Although he was moving a lot of money.

If that guy's in a pickle,
he'll want to leave Cuba for sure.

I wish.
And with any luck he won't come back.

Conde...

Revenge is a sin.

But it tastes heavenly.

Well...

You're going straight to hell anyway.

But for Tamara it's worth it, right?

NO ENTRY
MILITARY ZONE

So?

We'll talk later.

Listen, we found out Zuleika's address.

But the neighbors say they haven't
seen her in two or three days.

She's missing too? What else have you got?

Technical says Regueiro called Rafael's
home at 2:40 a.m. on the 1st.

That Spaniard is fucking everywhere!

-You know what would be great?
-Tell me.

To find out with whom he wanted
to speak, Tamara or Rafael Morín.

Manolo, go to Foreign Commerce

and ask Security what they know
about this Regueiro.

We have to find out what kind of games
those two are playing.

Okay.

Why didn't Tamara tell us about
the incident with Regueiro at the party?

I'm going to ask her that.

-Can I go to the toilet for a second?
-Sure, go ahead.

That's Rafael's favorite perfume.

Sometimes, Rafael and I
have the same taste.

He wears it every day.
He almost bathes in it.

Some Spanish friends give it to him.

Lucky him.

Tamara...

Why didn't you tell me what happened
with Regueiro at the party.

Did you know that Spaniard
called this house that same night?

What's the matter, Mario?
Am I a suspect now?

Of what? Of sleeping with the Spaniard?

Tamara, this is a police investigation.

I don't know a thing
about a call from Regueiro.

And what happened at the party
was too humiliating for me.

The Spaniard asked me to dance.

And started to grope me
in front of everyone.

I pushed him so hard
he fell in the middle of the party.

And Rafael... He almost apologized.

He behaved like an asshole.

When we got home I told him so.

I told him I was much more insulted
by him than by the Spaniard.

And he took offense.
He shut himself in the studio.

And that was the last time I saw him.

Rafael treated me as if...

As if he didn't care about me.

As if... As if I were a whore.

Does Rafael mistreat you?

Everything I say
can be used against me, right?

Do you know if Rafael sees other women?

I don't know but I doubt it.
I doubt he's with another woman.

-Why do you doubt it?
-He wouldn't risk it for so little.

Do you have the guest list?

Yes. I'll bring it.

Look.

Mario...

Where does all your bitterness come from?
All your resentment?

From life, I guess.

When I think about the past,
I can no longer see what I was.

Or what we were.

Remember when we believed in everything?
We even thought we were happy.

Remember?

There's no cure for you.

No.

Nor improvement.

That man can't have disappeared
into thin air, Conde.

Don't you have any idea
of what might have happened?

No.

But I know shit's buried somewhere.

And behind that shit lies Morín.

Why do you think there's hidden shit?

Because I know Morín and his kind.

Watch what you're saying, Conde.

And tell me if you find the Spaniard.

You're capable of provoking
an international conflict.

And be very careful about what
you do with Morín's wife.

Understood?

Manolo has come around
saying stuff, right?

This is disgusting. And cold to boot.

That's all there is.

The great socialist company offering.

Come on, spill it.

Before I cut your tongue off
for gossiping.

It seems Regueiro's clean.

He loves whoring and has had troubles
with that but nothing serious.

We have to see him anyway.

Right now we're screwed, he's in Varadero.

I don't give a fuck.

Find him wherever he is and you
bring him to me straight away.

You're such a little snitch!

-What's it going to be?
-Play the Creedence!

Again?

That's the music for this story
about Morín lost in the woods.

And you have no idea?

He's vanished into thin air.

Remember how crazy
this guy was for Tamara?

Conde, how is she? Is she still hot?

She's perfect, the little bitch.

You can just tell by the look on his face
coming from Tamara's house!

By the way.
You went to see Miki Babyface, no?

Come on, Conde, Miki and Morín
were like brothers at school.

How can I have not
thought about Miki Babyface?

Conde is seriously ill!
He's got acute Tamaritis!

Officer, your gun!

Why do you have to be a policeman
without a uniform?

I love men in uniforms.

And I love women without them.

What's up, Rufino?

Hello?

Vilma, it's me, Conde.

Hold on.

-What's up?
-Manolo.

Who do you think fucked up
Rafael's computer? Himself?

How the fuck should I know, Conde?

I should have realized that there
had to be a computer in that house!

Manolo, do you think
I'm carrying out this investigation right?

You know what the problem is?

When I was at school
I was hopelessly in love with Tamara.

And that...

-Well, forget it.
-Yeah.

Tell Vilma I'm sorry
for giving you crap at this time of night.

-Sure, don't worry.
-See you tomorrow.

Is everything okay?

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

-Mister José Manuel Regueiro?
-Yes, that's me.

You have to come with us.

Hell, Miki.

This shithole is in a worse state
than mine.

When my wife left, she even took the dog.

Let's see what you think about this record
of Pablo Milanés

singing boleros.

Rafael gave it to me on the 31st.

He came around that day?

-At what time?
-Around three. Give me one of those.

Why was he here?
To bring you a New Year's gift?

No, no, no.

I think he came to make up.

Had you fallen out?

At school, Rafael and I
were like brothers, remember?

I sure do, motherfucker.

You were never bothered by the fact
that he got us into big trouble

accusing us of ideological divergence

when all we cared about
was the writer's workshop.

You were serious about becoming a writer.

Look what I found the other day.
In all this shit.

La Viboreña! There's your story.

Was this really an ideological problem?

Ideological problems were the least of it.

This is a disaster!

-Why did you two fall out?
-It was nothing.

When Rafael joined the company,

very soon they began the process
to make him join the party.

He gave my name for those checks they do.

Rafael was desperate to get
into the party. He needed it.

I don't know why
I had to tell those people

that Rafael's dad had gone to USA.
He always hid it.

He said that it was my fault they
had delayed his admission to the party.

He said I was a son of a bitch
and he punched me.

That was there, at the door.

-When was that?
-Ten years ago.

He never came back. Until this past 31st.

He said that in spite of everything,
I had been his best--

He corrected himself
and said I had been his only friend.

And he gave me Pablo's record.
He knows I love Pablo.

That's why I think it was a goodbye.

Why would he want to say goodbye?
Where was he going?

I have no idea, Conde.

Where he was going is your business.

That's what the policeman
in this story is for, right?

Can I have another cigarette?

When I was a kid, I loved Sundays.

I always did one of two things.

Either I went to see cock fighting
with my granddad.

Or I spent the whole day
playing ball in the neighborhood.

And if it was a day like today,
so much better.

Today's going to be a shitty Sunday
because of Rafael Morín.

You say Morín lived here?

How can you not know? It's been four days.

María Teresa, we're doing everything
in our hand to find Rafael.

Something must have happened to him.
He always comes to see me.

Ma'am, when was the last time
you saw your son?

On the 31st,
when he came to have lunch with me.

He brought me a present and some money.

He left around two
because he had work to do.

Even though it was New Year's Eve.

Do you recall anything
out of the ordinary?

No, the truth is...

Although he did seem worried.

He said they were expecting
Chinese visitors in a few days.

And his wife?

Do you know if he's had problems
with Tamara?

He never talks about that.

And she...

She never comes to see me.

She doesn't like coming here.

And I don't like going to their house.

But Rafael...

He always comes to see me.
He takes me out.

He sees to it that I have food, money.

It's not that he's my son.

But he turned out better
than could be expected.

They guy worked hard to get out of here.

Yeah, it must be hard work

to spend your life saying yes
to everything

even though you think the opposite.

Manolo.

We have to check what Rafael did
the rest of that afternoon.

He told Tamara
he'd been to see his mother.

And he told his mother
he had to go to work.

Maybe he's preparing for something
and that's why he cleaned the computer.

Conde.

Regueiro and Zuleika
are waiting for us downstairs.

-Let's go.
-That's not all.

The man in charge of security
at the company

says Morín wasn't there on the 31st
like he told his mother.

-But Calcines was.
-Calcines?

Calcines seems to work too much.

Zuleika doesn't have
a record for prostitution.

But she seems to constantly
sleep around with foreigners.

Guess who she was with since the 1st?

With your friend Regueiro in Varadero.

The Spaniard, Zuleika, Morín.

We have to find out
what the fuck relates them.

We'll ask him right now.

What room is Regueiro in?

He was here,
but the Major said he could leave.

He could leave?
How the fuck can they let him go?

I had nothing to do with it.
It was the Colonel.

Manager Fernández asked for his release.

"Because we must be careful
with foreign businessmen."

Who the fuck do they think they are?

Hey, take it easy. Sit.

If you want to complain,
go see manager Fernández.

By the way, he wants to speak with you.

He's expecting you
at the Industry offices.

Well, it would be a good idea

for you to speak with your friend,
the supermanager.

I need an authorization
to investigate the company's accounts.

The accounts? What for?

We're investigating a possible crime.
Not an economic felony.

I have a hunch.

Morín is living way above his means.

You can see it
as soon as you set foot in his house.

And it's too much of a coincidence

that apart from having his laptop stolen,

the company's computer was wiped clean.

You want an audit for that crap
you saw at Morín's house?

Give me a break!

Listen.

Apart from stealing your girl,
what else did this guy do to you?

Apart from watching us, and snitching,
and delivering

political speeches at school?

Apart from being a son of a bitch
capable of--

Hey! I told you to calm down.

-Or I'll have to--
-Take me off the case?

You'd be doing me a huge favor!

Even more so if I can't do things
the way I want to.

Forget about that.
You're not getting off the hook.

And be very careful with your hunches
and that foul mouth of yours.

Okay?

Did you know that when I was a kid
I dreamt of going to Alaska?

What did you lose in Alaska?

I wanted to go to Alaska to see the snow,
to look for gold and hunt bears.

Now I'm getting old and I've never been
to Alaska or anywhere else.

You know what I think?

I think Rafael Morín and all the guys
like him can go fuck Alaska.

Okay.

I called you to remind you
this is a very delicate situation.

It's not that Regueiro is untouchable.

But are you sure
he has something to do with it?

We're not sure.

But we do know he had problems
with Rafael at the party.

And after the party
Regueiro called Rafael.

We're all men.
We don't have to beat around the bush.

Regueiro told me

Morín told him to call him
to give him a girl's number.

-You know how it is.
-Yeah, we know.

Now let's get to the important stuff.

Do we know anything about Rafael?

We've ruled out
the possibility of an accident.

And if we rule out Regueiro.

The only blind spot left...

-is the company.
-They sabotaged the computer.

And we don't know if it was Morín
or somebody else.

Are you thinking
about a corruption problem?

Okay, look.

Rafael is our best sales manager
at the Ministry.

And his results were so good

that we all agreed to let him work
in his own style.

Would you put your hand to the fire
for him?

-Well...
-Fernández...

We need to go over the company's figures.

I'm sorry, I can't authorize that.

The comrade manager is not willing
to take any risks.

And you hit him hard.

I know the shit
has to be hidden somewhere.

If Morín is a motherfucker,
how can he save face in front of everyone?

Comrade, being so naive even you

can make it to manager.

You know what I like the most
about this whole story?

That everyone's hiding something.

Starting with your friend Tamara, right?

Look at the kid!

So, Zuleika.

Where were you
on the night of December 31st?

I was at the club at Hotel Comodoro.

Until 4:00 a.m., with tons of friends.

Until past 4:00 a.m.?

And then?

Do I have to tell you what I did then?

It's in your best interest.

I went home. With a friend.

Do you want to know to do what?

And when did you meet Regueiro?

So... All this is because of the Spaniard.

Look here. No one can accuse me
of being a whore, all right?

No one's accusing you of anything.

Answer the question.

The Spaniard called me at 11:00 a.m.

A friend gave him my number, Julio.

He asked if I wanted to go for a couple
of days to Varadero with him

and I said "of course" and went.

It wasn't Rafael who gave him your number?

Rafael Morín?

Who's that?

So you don't know Rafael Morín?

No.

Take a good look.

This is Julio.

-Julio?
-Yeah, Julio.

Julio what?

Julio... Calcines, I believe.
Calcines. Julio Calcines.

Where do you know Calcines from?

From one day when he gave me a lift.

We talked, I liked him.
I gave him my number.

And then we went out three or four times.

When was the last time
you saw this man, Zuleika?

Some time ago. Around October.

Where? Where did you meet?

He always rented a house on the beach.
One of the good ones.

He never said where he got all that money?

Look, comrade, in the street
no one asks those things.

And I'm no whore, okay?
I don't sleep around for money.

But if someone gives me a good perfume,

invites me to a good restaurant,
and then gives me some cash

so I can buy whatever I want,

I don't start asking questions.

I enjoy it.

Things in this country are really bad.

And you only live once.

Listen. If I had known this,

I never would have fallen for a policeman.

What the fuck do you want?

Major!

No, I'm sorry. I had no idea.

Yes, go ahead.

Conde!

Conde!

Okay, come on, we're off to the hospital.

Manolo, take it easy.
What the hell's going on?

A fucked up guy appeared
and they can't identify him.

They think it's Rafael Morín.

All right, let's go.

The boss is looking for you,
but you're nowhere to be found.

The boss... I'm sick and tired of bosses.

Mario...

Where does all your bitterness come from?
All your resentment?

From life, I guess.

When I think about the past,
I can no longer see what I was.

Or what we were.

Remember when we believed in everything?
We even thought we were happy.

Remember?

-There's no cure for you.
-No.

Nor improvement.

First, we can't upset the Spaniard.

Now, the company is untouchable.

You know I can't work like this!

If the president and the general manager
are desperate to find Rafael,

they should authorize an investigation!

That's why you got me
into this shitty story?

So I couldn't do anything?

Either I get into the company
or I quit this fucking case.

Hey, hey, don't overdo it!

And don't threaten me.

Get me the Colonel.

Yeah, boss.

Listen, I'm on the case
of that character who disappeared.

Under my responsibility

I'm opening a case
at the import export company.

Yes, under my responsibility.

Of course.

I knew I could trust you.

You don't know a thing!

And don't fool with me.

Get out of here. Go on!

And come back with something.

If they cut my balls off,

you have no idea what I'll do with yours.

China!

China, each time I see you
I'm left breathless.

Conde. One day I'll surprise you.

-Surprise me, go on.
-Enough.

Tell me. What do you need?

I need you to look into Morín's company
with Economic Crimes.

That big shot who disappeared.
These people have me on a leash.

You, on a leash? All right, come on.

Come on.

From when are these files?

From last year.

Well, from the one before.

-And the files for last year?
-They're in accounts.

They're still working on them.

I need to see them. Now.

Manolo.

China, please find something or...

Or... You'll breathe better
when you see me.

That's it.

As economic vice president,

I personally supervise all the information
given by the specialists

and it's reflected in the books.

Right now we're looking
for something specific

that I'm sure isn't in the books.

If it's not in the books...

Look...

Does Morín receive a special bonus
for successful financial operations?

The company has some autonomy.

And comrade Morín manages that money.
Sometimes it's substantial.

And although we try to be really careful
with the accounts...

Something that today costs five,
tomorrow costs ten.

And sometimes we have to pay
commissions to middlemen.

To close important deals for our country.

-You understand, right?
-I'm trying to.

Let's see...

Who authorizes Morín's per diem
and expenses?

It's Morín who allocates his expenses.
He's his own boss in the company.

The boss of everything.
And the Ministry trusts him.

Or trusted him.

I don't know.

There's something weird here.

There's proof that Morín
inflates his per diem

and allocates himself
exaggerated expenses.

And why is it weird?

Because that's the easiest thing
to justify, or to hide.

You have to keep on looking, China.

That motherfucker isn't stupid.

I've heard that before.

Tamara, where does Rafael get the money
to buy all these things?

And don't say it's from his salary.

From per diems, gifts he's given.

Who knows, Mario?
Here everyone takes what they can.

Stuff, trips.

I wouldn't know about expenses or trips,
I haven't even been to Alaska.

But yeah, you're right.

Unfortunately, here everyone
takes what they can.

That's why we're getting into the company
and turning it upside down.

In the company?
What are you looking for in the company?

What do you think we'll find?

I don't know.

What are you scared of, Tamara?

Of being alone.

Are you capable of killing your husband?

I don't know.

I might be capable.

Flaco, tell me the truth.

If Morín was diverting company funds,

Tamara wouldn't know about it?

Let's see...

I know that, after Karina,
you have to get out more.

But don't make things hard for yourself.

Tamara lives in another galaxy
and we're just earthlings.

Careful...

Tell me one thing.

What's the most disastrous thing
you've done?

Mario Conde,
I know you better than your mother.

What happened with Tamara?

-What didn't happen?
-Didn't happen?

Shit, Flaco, she asked me to.
She was the one that asked!

And I got nervous!

I'd waited for that moment for so many
years, wanted that woman so much.

Hold on.

You couldn't do it?

That wasn't the problem.
I got scared and ran away.

Scared, you? What about?

If my boss finds out, he'll kill me!

Come on, now your boss is the problem?
Come on!

You shat yourself, didn't do anything,
and now you regret it.

-That's a mess!
-The biggest one I've made.

Which is saying something.

I'm taking off.

And, at the last minute,

the worse thing occurred to me.

Even worse?

What if I hook up with Tamara
and Rafael Morín appears?

It's true.

That's worse.

That would be a complete fuck up.

Calcines,

you never suspected Rafael was embezzling?

I'm talking about thousands of pesos,
hundreds of dollars.

Lieutenant, at Rafael's level
that's spare change.

Spare change?

Calcines.

What were you looking for at the company
on the 31st?

The 31st?

Yeah, sure, I came for some papers
I needed for the annual report.

Luckily for me,
because I'd left the AC on.

Of course, the power bill.

Do you have any idea
who might be interested in hijacking

Morín's computer?

No. No idea.

All the information on
the Japanese deal was in it.

They brought their trip forward
to the beginning of the year.

-They brought it forward?
-Yes.

-Why is that?
-They want to sign as soon as possible.

And if that information's missing,
this will be a disaster.

Our deal with the Japanese
is very important, hundreds of millions.

You're talking about corruption?

What is this?

They reformatted the hard drive?

Do you know if Rafael sees other women?

I don't know but I doubt it.
I doubt he's with another woman.

-Why do you doubt it?
-He won't take chances for so little.

Where did you meet?

He always rented a house on the beach.
One of the good ones.

Are you capable of killing your husband?

I might be capable.

-You're an ace, Conde.
-What did you find?

The Japanese company
is just the tip of the iceberg.

I knew it! I knew it.

Morín was plotting something big.

He'd transferred a huge sum to one
of the accounts opened in Panama

belonging to an incorporated company.
And he did it with Cuban money.

-Now you're speaking Chinese.
-I'll explain it.

That company was created here
to avoid the American blockade

and be able to make purchases in Panama.

That's why it has certain autonomy.

The money Morín took out

was used for a transaction
with the Japanese,

but not through the company.

It was done as a private investor.

If anyone got a hold of it,

Morín could say it was a mistake
and that's why he reimbursed it.

But things got complicated
because the Japanese were coming earlier.

And that's where
they were going to catch him.

Now I understand it.

The guy took the money from here,
made profits there,

sent it back and kept that.

He wasn't risking any of his money.

See? You're a financial genius.

She's the one who said it.

Manolo, get in the car
and find Zuleika wherever she is.

What does Zuleika have to
do with all this?

Come on, move.

-Not again...
-Get on with it, kid.

China, will you marry me?

From up here it seems something else.

What seems something else?

Havana.

It looks like a normal city.

Yeah.

We know what Morín was up to.

Rafael was doing big business

with the company's money
using the account in Panama.

The account in Panama?

-You didn't know anything?
-Of course not.

When I found out about the expenses,

Rafael asked me not to report it.

That's when I started
looking for another job.

And the bank in Panama?

I don't know anything about that.

Neither you, or Jiménez,
or manager Fernández.

-Nobody knew anything.
-I had no idea about that!

What about Rafael's wife?

Tamara, I know you know something
you won't tell me.

Rafael didn't vanish!

-We're searching this house thoroughly.
-Again?

What are you looking for, Mario?

I don't know. Something we missed,
something your husband had.

Or something you're hiding.

Rafael conned the company
and got a lot of money out of it.

I've looked everywhere.

I searched the whole house.
All I found was 120 dollars.

I even looked in the safe.

There were only a couple of papers
and I have no idea what they are.

There's a safe in this house?

-Where is it?
-In the fireplace.

That's what the damn fireplace was for.

Tamara, what are
Calcines' papers doing here?

You really don't know
what Rafael was up to?

You can think whatever you want.

Have you finished here?

Then leave. Leave or arrest me.

Come on.

Zuleika, things are getting complicated.

What do I have to do
with those complications?

Nothing, I hope.

Where are the beach houses you went to
with Rafael Morín?

In Brisas del Mar.

They're rentals for foreigners.

Or for leaders' holidays.

But he could rent them easily.

Thanks.

Crespo. Go to Brisas del Mar
with pictures of Morín, Calcines,

Jiménez and manager Fernández.

Find out if someone has seen them
around lately.

Do it now.

And while you're at it,
take a picture of Tamara, Morín's wife.

Let's see what happens.

Come on.

Hey,

listen to me, damn it.

When Manolo gets there,
tell him to hold on to that fraud.

I've found something and I have a hunch.

A hunch, man!

Tamara, try to understand,
I'm a policeman.

This is an earthquake.

A seven on the Richter scale.

I swear I saw it coming.

Rafael wouldn't settle for anything.

It's all right.

Morín was blackmailing you
with the account you had in Spain.

And with the car you bought outside.

He wasn't blackmailing me.
Rafael is my friend.

He kept these papers at his house
because it was safer.

Morín was doing his own businesses
with the company's money in Panama.

And he was blackmailing you
so you'd keep quiet.

What?

No. Not at all.

I tried to warn him
but he wouldn't listen.

When the Japanese
said they were coming earlier,

his only option was leaving the country.

Because they were going to uncover
his operation in Panama.

So...

Well, yes, I helped him.

You helped him?

How did you help him?

I found a transport out of the country.

He trusted me.

What's up?

-We found Morín.
-No fucking way.

Let's go.

Lieutenant.

What do we have?

The tourism director for the area
says Morín occupied the house

from the 31st or the 1st.

It wasn't rented
because they're doing repairs.

It's all closed.
We don't know if he's still in there.

Well... Let's go in.

Fuck me, Morín,

so much swimming just to die on the shore.

He received a strong blow on the head,
although it's not the cause of death.

Look at the bruises on the neck.

The cause of death is a fracture
between the second

and third cervical vertebrae
that pressed the marrow.

It seems to have been
produced by a violent twist.

-It must have been someone strong.
-Yes.

But he was hit first, not necessarily
because he couldn't defend himself.

It's obvious there was a fight.

Now we need evidence.
Some kind of definite proof.

I have no evidence, Conde.
No fingerprints, no hairs, nothing.

God damn it!

I was sure he...

I thought he'd left in a boat.

-What...
-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Tamara!

What do we do, Conde? We have no evidence.

Leave him to me.

No, no, no, no. I didn't kill him.

Maybe it was the boat driver.
Rafael was my friend.

No, Calcines. Rafael had no friends.

He was going to get me the car.
He even lent me part of the money.

Rafael used people.

He did favors.

But Rafael only cared about Rafael.

There was a fight, Calcines.
And there's always evidence.

Bruises, blood, maybe a scratch.

And Forensics have the last word.

The skin they found under Morín's...

nails is yours.

That's it.

You can deny it all you want.

If it's any consolation to you,

I also knew Rafael Morín.

And he fucked me too.

He deserved it.

Everyone thought he was a good guy.
I did too.

We agreed to meet at the beach house.

He was going to give me the papers.

We're here.
Rafael, give me the papers, please.

Come on Calcines,
do you think I'm a fuck-wit?

I'll tell you where the papers are
when I get on the boat.

And if I see something weird,
when I get to Miami...

If they fuck me, Calcines,
you'll get fucked too.

-That's how it works.
-We agreed that...

Rafael, you're not going
to fuck up my life.

I've eaten all sorts of shit
because of you, but it's over.

-So give me the papers!
-Or what, Calcines!

People like you are shitty cowards!

Give me the fucking papers!

Fuck!

Shit!

Son of a bitch!

Hear me out, Rafael.
I'm going to kill you!

I'll kill you if you don't tell me
where the fucking papers are!

Tell me, Rafael!

Son of a bitch!

All right, you asked for it.

Why didn't you leave the country?

Because I'm a moron.

I got so nervous, I hid the money,

and didn't look for a boat or anything.

And then I was waiting
for everything to calm down,

and go bury that son of a bitch.

You look like a mangy dog.

Bring him a coffee.

So, the perfect leader...

was doing that sort of things.

That's why I wanted to see you here.

The shit might hit the ceiling
and ooze out of the windows.

You solved Morín's case.

From there on up, forget it.

I only ask of you not to close the case.
We have to keep on looking.

I can't put my neck on the line daily.

Morín wasn't alone in this.

I have a boss too.

Remember that.

If the shit's that high...

fuck them!

Don't make your life
more complicated, please.

What a shitty funeral.

A sad and lonely end.

Can you imagine how it would have been
in other circumstances?

That would be filled with wreaths.

Loads of people lamenting the loss
of the exceptional thinker.

The revolutionary leader.

Imagine the end of the wake,
imagine the eulogy.

I can imagine it.

But no one showed up today.

Not the company president,
no members of the board.

No general manager.

And no sign of all his friends
from the New Year's Eve party.

Conde!

Yesterday was the Epiphany.

Miki.

You can have it.

This is so fucked up.

I wanted Rafael Morín to show up,
dead or alive.

And now he's appeared,

instead of feeling calm,

I feel fucking emptiness.

How do you think Tamara feels?

Conde, Conde. Get up and walk.

Put some music on. The cassette's ready.

The Creedence Clearwater Revival.

Not again, if that's playing, I'm leaving.

What's your problem? They're the best!

There's no doubt about that.

Listen. Listen to it.

He sings like a black man.

He sings like God.

If you say so. You're the experts.