All language subtitles for You.Would.Do.It.Too.S01E02.DV.2160p.WEB.h265-ETHEL

What is it? Take a look.

He's got a gun.

Come on. Let's go.

Step on it, Kiko. My grandma
drives faster than this.

He's killed three
guys, and he's armed.

- Yeah.
- I hope they catch him soon.

Soon? Are you stupid?

I hope it takes a while,
weeks, if possible.

There it is. Right there.

Get the camera. Come on.

Kiko, Kiko, Kiko!

- What?
- Over there. Record that guy.

Zoom in on the witness.

Sign here, please.

All right. Thank you.

Over here. Take a seat.

We'll wait until they
come and get you...

- The guy coming out of this tent.
- I got him. I got him.

There you go. Zoom in. Zoom in.

There were six that witnessed
a triple murder at close range.

Not one or two.

Six. And not one of the
witnesses will describe the guy.

- Just what we need.
- What's wrong?

- Zoom in. More.
- Want me to get rid of them?

Let them be, Rebeca. We have
enough on our plate already.

- Borque.
- What?

- The Jeep. What have you heard?
- Nothing.

Checkpoints have
been put up all over.

He has to show up.

- Keep trying, okay?
- Yeah, okay.

Good, good, good.

Salas.

I'm guessing this bus hasn't
been cleaned in a year.

It's full of fingerprints. I'll
need to narrow things down.

We know he was seated
somewhere near the back.

That he used this one as a
shield and fled with the gun.

Was he wearing gloves? We could
save a couple of hours if he was.

Our witnesses don't recall.

I guess we'll add
that to the list.

Marina, would you give
us a moment, please?

Guys, let's give them a minute.

Thanks.

Can you make out my face?

So, maybe they weren't lying.

Maybe no one saw his face.

When you got to the bus,
was the engine on or off?

Open up. This is the police!

It was still running.

Could you start
the engine, please?

And now?

I could see you
with my eyes closed.

So they're protecting
his identity.

But why?

He must have threatened them.

Or gave them something
to be afraid of.

Or, perhaps, to protect him.

Protect the killer?

Your cell phones are
our insurance policy.

Put yourself in their shoes.

The robbers had their
lives in their hands.

But this guy comes
to the rescue.

They won't talk because
they feel indebted to him.

A pact of silence?

- You got it, right?
- Yup.

Yeah? How do I look? Okay?

Yeah. Perfect.

So, I need each of you to take
a look through some photos.

Photos?

- Photos of men who have criminal records.
- Yeah, but that won't help.

Seeing photos of suspects
could refresh your memory,

since you're all still
nervous. Come this way.

It all happened inside this bus.

A robbery, but unlike any other.

Because they could
contain fingerprints,

your phones have been
placed in police custody.

Killing those bastards
doesn't make him a murderer.

According to witnesses,

three armed and very
violent perpetrators

kidnapped the rest of the
passengers and used their phones

to make bank transfers, completely
emptying their account holdings.

Everybody, listen.
Nothing's what we thought.

The fugitive took off
on foot, not by car,

in that direction. He's
carrying the murder weapon.

Then, the robbers
blackmailed the victims

in an effort to
extort their silence.

They had planned everything
except one detail:

one of the passengers,
whose name is still unknown,

wasn't going to allow the three
criminals to hijack their lives.

He's got a 90-minute lead on us and
we still know practically nothing.

He's armed and trigger-happy.

He knows we're after him,
so keep your eyes peeled.

You got me? Let's move.

Right now, the police
continue to search for him

as the key suspect
in a triple homicide.

Although, one could ask where the line is
drawn between homicide and self-defence.

Is the fugitive a murderer?

The debate is raging in what
may later be referred to

as the "case of the vigilante".

YOU WOULD DO IT TOO

When she's done with all the
relatives, tell Rebeca to come here.

It's a tough case. Fran's
going to need back-up.

"You would do it
too." Goddamnit.

Gentlemen.

- Have you seen this shit?
- I have, Ma'am.

Apparently, justice
has been served,

except now we're chasing
after the good guy.

- How does that make us look?
- Like bad guys?

- As usual.
- Like always.

Let's hear what you know.

Juan Rubio Sáez.

He was the leader
during the robbery.

Good evening. We're
with the police.

Are you married to
Juan Rubio Sáez?

And he was a co-worker with
her, Natalia Portero Fuentes.

Your sister was on the bus that
went from the airport to Manresa.

She was delinquent on several
loans for non-payment.

She and Rubio were security
agents at the airport.

Will you please let
me see my sister?

And the third,
Efrén Gijón Pastor.

Your husband is dead.

Also from the airport.

He worked in baggage handling.

He's the only one with a record.

Apparently, for getting
into a knife fight at a bar.

And the transfers?

Our best tech guys are on it,
but don't hold your breath.

The leader called someone
before making the transfers.

Get the transfers started.

But the number was to
a prepaid cell phone,

difficult to trace, but
giving us the name Coco.

Coco?

INCOMING WIRE TRANSFER €51.323

Any prints on the bus?

- 120.
- Ah, shit.

And if he was wearing gloves...

So, was he?

The witnesses aren't sure.

And their pact of silence?

Two hours and still nothing.

Maybe he doesn't have a record.

He's in those stacks of photos.

Why are you so sure?

I'm not sure,

but who pulls the trigger three
times before ever pulling it once?

He still might not
have a record, Garza.

Have a seat, please.

Ma'am, please.

Would you do it?

If you were them, would
you cover for the murderer?

What I do know...

is they're not eager for us to catch
the guy who saved them from hell.

I really...

do hope you're wrong about that.

- If you recognise a face, point it out.
- No. Impossible.

I didn't see him.

We do not want the
press to find out

that the witnesses are
protecting this guy.

- Commissioner.
- Yes.

So, we just captured our crime
scene Jeep at a speed trap.

It's registered
to Matías Oddone.

His license was suspended
for driving high.

He was really doped up.

Alonso, he's yours.

- Commissioner.
- One second, Garza.

We checked, he
doesn't live there.

You checked? Isn't that
something Homicide should do?

You did ask for
more hands. Voilà.

Rebeca?

Yes. She and Risco
got the same scores.

And Risco's on vacation and you
requested that someone start right away.

And I can assume that
we're all mature enough

to keep our personal and
professional lives separate.

Quirós, I wanna hear it
if you have any issues.

No, I don't have a
problem. It's fine.

Garza?

No, it just would have been nice if
somebody told me this could happen.

So what does that mean?

Can you two work together
or not? Yes or no.

Of course.

Wonderful. Quirós, listen.

You both have the same rank, but he
does have more experience than you.

Are we clear on what
my expectations are?

- Perfectly.
- What's up?

Nothing. They
didn't identify him.

Go let them eat and
call their families.

Okay.

Follow me.

We're gonna take a break, if you
want to grab something to eat

or call your families.

Please, follow me.

Whether or not this little pact of
silence actually exists or doesn't exist,

do whatever it takes to
get a confession from them.

We need to know his identity
and we need to know it now.

The longer he's out there,

the more bullshit they'll
write about the vigilante

and the worse we'll look.

Over here we have telephones
and food back there.

I'll grab some coins.

And if anyone from the press

asks why we're holding the
witnesses to the robbery, zip it.

I'll handle that myself.

Tell the press nothing, okay?

Nobody here is
protecting the murderer.

How do we get them to talk?

Well, we explain why it's better they
cooperate with the investigation.

I say we put pressure on them. They
identify him or they go to jail.

Tell me, son. Have you
heard from the bank?

This thing just ate my
coins. What the hell?

They're covering for the vigilante.
They're accomplices to murder.

Well, that's one hypothesis.

Honey, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, my love.

They're lying right to our face.
We're wasting time because of them.

They're obstructing justice and
accomplices to three murders.

Have some faith.

The number you are calling is
out of service. Please hang up...

You think I'm incapable of
working Homicide, don't you?

That's why you don't think
we can work together.

I don't think that's fair.

I can't remember
anyone's number.

I'm not the one taking
everything so personally.

- Oh, but I am?
- Yes.

Look, I'm happy for you.

Congrats, Detective.

I know that it's only money,
but it was all that we had.

The bank said we better pray
for a miracle to get it back.

Honey, I have to hang up now.

Out of all six, she's the
only one with a record.

Elisa Peña, for
assault on an officer.

Apparently, she threw a rock during
a riot and hit a police officer.

Nearly killing him.

Why no jail?

One of the passengers,
whose name is still unknown,

wasn't going to allow the three
criminals to hijack their lives.

THREE DEAD AND A
VIGILANTE ON THE RUN

by the surge of public support

across major media platforms.

It all happened inside this bus.

A robbery, but unlike any other.

According to witnesses,

three armed and very violent perpetrators
kidnapped the rest of the passengers...

- Hey!
- And used their phones

- Look, we're famous.
- To make bank transfers,

completely emptying
their account holdings.

Let me turn up the volume.

Then, the robbers
blackmailed the victims

in an effort to
extort their silence.

Turn it off.

Hey, asshole. What
are you doing?

One of the passengers, whose
name is still unknown...

Hey, is there a problem?

You said you'd give us some food,
but does this really count as food?

Candy bars and chips? Seriously?
Nobody wants to eat that shit.

- Can we leave or...
- Soon.

But first, we just want
to talk calmly. Okay?

Detective Quirós and I know how you
feel. You should know we don't judge you.

Judge us?

For what? And why?

When you go through
something horrible,

it brings out a much less
rational part of our brain.

It's normal.

You're all still in shock
and, to a certain degree,

it's logical to want to protect
the person who saved you.

But that's for His
Honour to decide.

Or Her.

So, guys, it sure
would mean a lot

if you would take a second
look at those photos.

We told you already.

Your help could prevent
people from dying.

The murderer is
armed and desperate.

- He's not a killer.
- Technically, he's a mass murderer.

Have you ever fired
your gun? Huh?

Have you ever killed someone?

No. You came pretty
close though, right?

Every minute counts.
Can we stay focused?

Just listen a minute.

How many people have you
killed while doing your job?

Nobody calls you murderers.

Don't forget who
the real enemy is.

- Yes. We're your worst enemy.
- Detective.

You lied to us. And that's a
crime. A very serious crime.

You all conspired to not
identify the vigilante.

And I'm willing to bet that
our little anarchist over here

came up with that stupid idea.

Accomplices to murder and
obstruction of justice.

You could be looking at
years for those charges.

Detective, I think
you've made your point.

Have you ever had a gun held
to your head? Right here.

I thought that I was never
going to see my family again.

No.

I've never been in
danger like that,

but it doesn't mean I
haven't made the same mistake

you are making right now.

I also covered for a killer.

In the 90s, there was this
coach at one of the high schools

and he, despite people knowing,
would abuse his authority.

There were rumors, but,
officially, no one said anything.

But he did.

Everyone was aware.

Ernesto Gaviria was our teacher.

Boy or girl, he didn't care,

because he... He only saw
each of us as his prey.

My best friend Tania and I
couldn't stand it anymore,

so we filed a report.

But he wasn't arrested.

You know what happened?

A few weeks later, he was found in
the locker room stabbed to death.

Our wishes had been answered.

Who was the murderer?

Lucas Cuadrado, the favourite student
of Gaviria, and everyone knew.

What happened to the kid?

The weapon was never found.

Without that piece of evidence,
charges were never filed.

He never paid for what he did?

He did pay, with his life.

He hung himself in that locker
room after he killed Gaviria.

Bravo. Great story. Seriously.

If only it weren't made up.

Wait. Did you make that up?

Hmm.

Lucas Cuadrado, 1996,
Zamora. Look it up.

- Hmm. Nah, I'm good.
- Hmm?

If you don't turn him in,

we may not get him.

He'll still be on the run.

For what he's done we'll
be chasing him forever.

If you take another look at the
photos and help us find him,

at least he'll get a fair trial.

He'll be judged by
a jury of his peers.

If he claims self-defence and
public opinion is in his favour,

what could he get?
Two or three years?

We've told the truth.

Nobody here has made any pact.

Okay.

No one gave me a chance
to do the right thing.

But I will give you one.

You have five minutes to decide whether
you are witnesses or accomplices.

Rebeca!

What the hell am I
doing here this early?

- Why are we here?
- Come on, Saray.

- Where are we going?
- Come on!

What are you doing, Mati?
Whose house is this?

Mat! Whose house
is this? Damn it!

- You'll see, asshole!
- Jesus Christ.

- What are you doing?
- Come on.

Whose house is this?

Watch the car, Saray. The
pigs are looking for it.

- Keep an eye on it!
- Dude! Fuck!

Fuck, dude. No fucking way!

What are you doing, Mat?

You're gonna give
me a heart attack.

What the hell are you doing?

What is that?

What the hell? Is that the
money from the robberies?

It's from the other.
Today's didn't go well.

- Doesn't that belong to the other three?
- Uh-huh.

- Now it's ours.
- What?

It's all over the
news. They were shot.

- Dead as doornails.
- Who shot them?

I don't know. They're
all dead. Let's go.

Where are we
supposed to go then?

Where the hell are we going?

No fucking clue.
Far from here.

Far away? Seriously.

Don't ever do this to me again.

I'm warning you.

We're rich, baby!

Rebeca, I'm sorry.

I had no idea.

Why didn't you ever
tell me you were abused?

Don't be naïve, Fran.
I was never molested.

I'm sorry, but I wasn't...

I had to take charge.

They were starting
to eat you alive.

I couldn't watch you being all friendly,
philosophising with those cannibals.

What?

You can't go half way in life.

You are the cop. You're
in charge, not them.

- Yeah, I know that.
- But do you now?

They saw his face.

I know it. And you know it.

But I'm the one, as
usual, doing something.

- Are we talking about work?
- We're talking about you.

- All right.
- You should never take sides.

When they lie, use
pressure and dig at it.

- Do something.
- That's ridiculous.

What's ridiculous is they
offered you a better position

and you, as always, kept
weighing the pros and cons.

And what happened?
They gave it to Tormos.

Is all because I didn't
accept the promotion?

No. No.

If you had just decided that
you didn't want it, fine.

But you didn't make a decision.

You are too damn indecisive.

Shall we move in together?

You don't know.

Shall we live abroad?

You don't know.

Should we break up?

You don't know.

Have children?

Hmm?

- What are you doing?
- Hey! Get off!

Help! Help, please!
Someone, please!

- Hey, hey. That's it, grab him.
- Get off!

Hey, hey, hey! Calm down.

Calm down, okay?

Hey! Hey!

- What's this about?
- This guy attacked me!

Come on. He just attacked me.

Calm down, okay?

- You hear me? Are you calm?
- I don't know.

Come on. Get him up. Come on.

He ran over and knocked
me to the ground.

Come on. Come with us.

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

Tell me what happened.

I could take another
look at those photos.

Get him to that room.

I want two of my guys
watching this one right here.

We just gotta calm down now,
okay? We're all on edge.

- Sit down.
- Okay.

- All right. Where are the photos?
- No.

Explain your pact of silence.

- Did everyone agree not to talk?
- No.

It's jail time if you
don't tell the truth.

What pact? There was no pact.

There was no need.

The police. Oh, the police.

We didn't say a
word to each other.

We just did what we
thought was best.

- How sweet.
- Okay.

Look, I'll show you who the
vigilante is, no problem,

- but on two conditions.
- What are they?

One, I don't want to see
that anarchist again.

- She'll rip my eyes out.
- And two?

Food, but a real dinner.

Whatever you want.

Pizza will do.

- Pizza?
- Yes, from a pizzeria.

None of that frozen shit.

Sounds yummy. Double cheese?

- Yes, please.
- Sound good?

He can return to the others.

- What?
- Come with me.

No, no, no.

All right, all right, all
right. All right. All right.

Jesus, I'm not even
that hungry anyway.

- The photos, Pineda.
- Yeah.

Since he had that
hood on, I didn't...

There he is.

- Are you sure?
- This is the one?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. The scar.
- This one?

- He's our man.
- Okay.

- I got it.
- Baños, stay with him.

OK.

OK, unit one, we're
heading out. Let's go!

ARMORY

Stop chewing on your finger.

We fucked it all up.

No, we didn't. It's okay.
We all just need to relax.

- Or else what?
- Nothing will happen to us.

It's his word against ours.

Rebeca. Fran. You
have to see this.

What is it?

That son of a bitch.
That son of a bitch.

So I can probably
go home now, huh?

Brilliant.

- Rebeca, you should know...
- Not right now.

- Okay. Get the fuck up.
- What? What? What's wrong?

Cuff him.

Why?

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Come on. I was only
trying to help.

Come on. This way.

We're not just the enemy,
you think we're fools?

Is that it, huh? Is
that what you think?

Mr. Pineda finally
identified a suspect for us.

Although I wonder how he
could have killed three people

when he's been dead for
the last four years.

He misled you. He
didn't see his face.

None of us saw him.

I'll give you one last chance.

Anyone that wants to
cooperate should speak up.

The rest will suffer
the consequences.

He killed three people by
himself. He's gonna have a record.

Rebeca, let me handle this.

On that bus, we found fingerprints
from 13 men with records.

We can go after all of them.

It may take days, but
we will find this guy.

If you ID him, you'll us save time
and we'll take that into account.

Your choice, jail or head home.

I'm not going to jail.

You won't. No one will.

If the fugitive gets three
years, we should get nothing.

- Silence.
- She said it herself.

A jury of our peers would
take his side, but you don't?

- Christ, he saved our lives.
- That's enough.

Marga.

Anything to tell us?

Do you want to say something?

No.

Officers. Please take her.

You are under arrest as accomplices
to murder and for obstructing justice.

You have the right to consult
a lawyer of your choosing

and to have one present
during questioning.

If you cannot afford a lawyer,
one will be appointed for you.

The six of you have the right to
remain silent and not answer questions,

as well as not to testify against
yourselves and to plead not guilty.

Anything you say may
be used against you.

- Why are you undermining me?
- What?

Why are you undermining
me? And in front of them.

- We're supposed to be a team.
- Supposed to be.

The grandma was ready to talk. I had
her. But you had to turn up the heat.

What's done is done. Now what?

I have to hunt down
a dozen suspects,

giving this guy more time
to leave the country.

- Officers.
- What?

These guys say that can
identify the fugitive.

- They ran into him while hunting.
- To the meeting room.

- This way, please.
- Over here. This way.

- Go ahead.
- Have a seat.

Have a seat.

We're gonna show you photos to
see if you recognise anyone.

- If you see him, point him out.
- Mm-hmm.

Mm. Okay.

He should be one of these 13.

- Not him?
- Mm-hm. No, no.

No.

- No, hmm?
- No.

No, no, no.

- No. Not this one either.
- No.

No?

- No.
- No.

- That's him.
- Him?

- Yes.
- Are you sure?

- You sure?
- That's him.

It was dark out.

- You're sure?
- Yes, yes.

- That's him?
- Yes, yes, I'm sure.

Father...

I need your help.

DUBBING BROTHERS