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Alpha-4, remain in position and continue with the mop-up.

Bravo-2, tank's a quarter full. Ask them to come fill it up.

Help's on its way. Help's coming, soon.

Can you give us a hand here?

Hang on, they're coming.

The fire report has vanished.

They left a threatening note.

That's when she told me everything.

Lucía didn't want to call the police. The way things are...

...we should avoid the official channels.

That was my idea when I gave you the report.

But you messed up.

Not all decisions are the best ones.

Want one?

I have a friend at the Public Prosecutor's Office. Come here.

I want to get all the evidence and report this situation directly.

I'll help you with whatever's needed.

What the newspaper said about the Portuguese botanist...

Do the police still suspect him?

Just want to know how you're doing and I have something important to tell you.

Call me as soon as you're free. Okay? Take care. See you!

So, the camera was never found?

Either someone picked it up, or it's lost somewhere on the hill.

Can I have a look at the case?

Yes, I can get you a copy, of course.

But please be discreet, even within the police force.

Who do you suspect?

There are some pages missing from the report on the fire in '93,

and Lucía thinks it might have something to do with this case.

And even my Lieutenant told me to forget the past,

so, there's something going on.

Maybe the Galician police has information?

There's nothing I can do, I've been suspended.

But Rego, my colleague, can help us.

I wish I didn't have to go. Take care of yourself.

Please. Promise.

Okay?

Julio?

Hello.

Good morning!

I haven't been able to reach you, but I'm on my way to Seara.

Okay. We can talk in person, then.

Drive safely.

Something else, my mother's with me.

Any problem we both stay at your place?

No, no, of course not.

Thanks.

-See you. I have to hang up. -See you. Drive safely.

Thanks.

Do you think it's a good idea to stay at a tenant's place?

It's ours, isn't it?

I wouldn't have that from a landlord.

Right, you wouldn't.

But Julio and I have become friends.

He's an officer and he's helping me on the case. It's all okay.

You can stay there, then, and I'll sleep somewhere else.

Where, mum?

At Maruxa's place? She threw me out.

There's nowhere else...

Maruxa? Tito's daughter?

I couldn't stand her.

She hasn't changed either.

And Julio... is he just a friend?

What kind of question is that, mum?

It's been years since you and Mario split up,

it's only natural you rebuild your life.

Mum, please!

I'm getting on.

I've rebuilt my life six or seven times, or more.

-What do you want, damn it? -At last! Come to the window.

Down here.

I was sleeping. You know what time it is?

What have you got a phone for? I called several times.

Come on, open the door, your mum's left.

I'm not carrying on this bullshit.

But I thought we were going to work together.

I'm sick of being used by you simply because I'm the Mayor's son.

Or an IT geek.

Go away and leave me alone, will you?

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Lucía, can you get your things?

I need to stretch my legs a bit.

Iolanda...

I know you're not pleased to see me, but I want to sort things out.

Come on, please, we were neighbours.

I thought of you as a true friend.

-I know we both suffered a lot... -'We', Raquel?

I lost a child.

And I a husband.

And Lucía lost a father.

And that husband and father took away my son.

Yes, I know.

I really am sorry.

It wasn't easy for us, either.

Iolanda, we had to leave Seara.

Lucía has suffered a lot.

Don't act the victim!

Maybe it was she who started the fire.

For God's sake, Iolanda...

Lucía was only a child, how can you say such things?

Look, from mother to mother, I'm asking you:

it's time we made peace, don't you think?

Iolanda...

What were you and Iolanda talking about?

Come on, let's get our stuff.

What's up, Servando?

Listen, I don't want us to be seen together.

Are you paranoid or what?

People have been killed because of this.

I need a favour, Rego.

I need to get hold of a case file.

The 1993 fire in Larouco.

What for?

The less you know, the better.

Use this e-mail, the other one isn't safe.

I told you already I don't want to see you round here.

Open up, Ramiro.

I've been on the road for five hours to come talk to you.

What the hell do you want?

Why the attitude?

What do you want to talk about?

About Afonso.

You come here after 30 years with not so much as a phone call

to talk about Afonso?

You need to tell us everything you know.

I know as much as you do, Raquel.

Ramiro, don't think I'm stupid.

No, you can be stupid or clever as long as it suits you.

Before I left Seara,

you gave me an envelope with 600 thousand pesetas.

You said it was Afonso's money and I accepted it.

I never had the courage to ask where the money had come from...

...until now.

Where would it have come from?

Where from?

It was payment for starting the fire.

The truth is sometimes hard to hear.

Afonso told me when he brought the money.

He made me promise I'd get it to you once his debts were settled.

What debts?

Didn't you tell her anything, Raquel?

Afonso wanted the best for his wife and daughter,

when you were five years old, he took out a loan to renovate the house.

Is this true? Did dad get a loan from the bank?

Not the bank.

From his boss.

Some Portuguese bloke, from Cataró. João Aldanês.

He came from a good family, with very good connections.

His daughter was married to the mayor of the town.

Armando Sá Silva?

That's the one, yes.

He was a top-notch loan shark.

Afonso wasn't earning enough to pay the debt

and the interest kept going up.

That changed him.

He'd spend the day at Tito's tavern, Maruxa's father.

He couldn't handle his drink...

He'd get nasty.

What?! My father?

It was no secret.

So... someone took advantage.

They made him an excellent offer to set the hill on fire.

What are you saying?!

You know the rest.

But who paid him?

I don't know, Raquel.

-Ramiro! -I'm telling you I don't know!

My father couldn't have...

He couldn't...

Please talk to me now rather than exploding later.

Come on, Lucía, is this what we came for?

How could you not have told me about the debts?

Why would I tell a 9-year-old child?

You had enough on your plate.

I stopped being a child a long time ago, mother.

Why spoil the good memories you had of him?

You worshiped him.

I had the right to know. You knew.

Your father had always said he had everything under control.

The person I saw on the hill...

The fire was everywhere, of course you saw people running.

So, when Ramiro gave you the money, you left without asking questions?

It was our passport to start afresh.

Lucía...

This wasn't easy for me, I was a widow...

...with a child to feed.

Is it so hard to understand?

I loved your father, Lucía.

I also had the right to keep good memories of him.

Okay, mother...

I need to get some air. You go on.

Lucía?

-Heck, Xan! -Sorry.

-Got a cig? -What?

A cigarette?

You smoke?

Come on, I have a mother already!

Here.

Are you okay?

Yes, it's just...

let's say I believed a lie for too long.

I know exactly what you mean.

Do you know anything else about the wind farm project?

What do you know about that?

There's a NordesProm event in Seara tomorrow.

The Relampos football team's equipment was destroyed by the fire.

They're getting new stuff.

-Charity marketing. It never fails. -Is that what that shit's called?

Victor Varela will be there. And the regional NordesProm guy.

You're well informed.

It'd be a good opportunity to get info from that bastard, no?

You won't get him to talk.

I wasn't thinking of talking.

What were you thinking? Hacking into his phone?

It'd be a good opportunity.

But that's a crime, Xan.

Journalism has certain rules.

Bullshit, journalism...

Yes, journalism is bullshit.

-Lucía, do you think...? -I have to go, Xan.

Want some more?

Thanks.

Thank you.

If we find the camera, we'll find the arsonist.

We might even find a connection to the 1993 fire.

It's likely that my father

was responsible for that fire 30 years ago.

Responsible? What do you mean?

Apparently, someone paid him to set fire to the hill.

Your father?

What about...?

What about the person you said you saw?

Excuse me...

Salgueiro.

He says he has news and wants to meet me tomorrow.

Salgueiro? Sending you messages?

-Are you in touch? -The rice is going cold.

We can't have that! Come to the table!

Yes.

This is best eaten straight out of the oven.

Wonderful! Looks good.

I want to go, too.

Thank you.

-I hope it's very, very good! -It looks really good.

-If you stay here too long... -More chorizo!

...I won't be able to get into my uniform!

-Made with love by your mother... -That's enough, thank you.

-You don't want any more? -No, thank you.

-Can I serve you? -Yes, please.

Thank you.

I'm thinking of leaving tomorrow morning.

I've checked the bus timetable.

Tomorrow? You've not been here a day even.

I've done everything I came to do here, Lucía.

I need to go back to my life.

Excuse me.

This is lovely.

Thank you.

I can't sleep, I'm starving!

Want some duck rice?

You know what my father did when I told him I wanted to be a musician?

He threw me out. I only saw him again at his funeral.

I keep thinking about this shit!

This idea that our parents are heroes,

but they make mistakes.

We all make mistakes.

Excuse me, let me get...

-I can't... -It's okay...

I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry. -It's okay...

It's okay.

Bravo-5, alpha-2. Move to the left flank.

It's getting worse and closer to the houses.

Bravo-5, we need to cut off the roads.

The flames are getting closer, we need to cut off the roads and evacuate.

Call for backup!

Mum?

Don't let the past get to you.

You've got a good candidate there to rebuild your life.

Mum...

I might be old, but I'm not deaf.

Mum?

Thank you for coming.

-Mr Armando, how are you? -Joaquim.

-How do you do? -How do you do? Caetano.

-Usual table? -If you don't mind.

It's ready.

Caetano.

-That one there? -On the left.

Thank you.

The son of a....

Mario?

Lucía, you won't believe who just walked into the restaurant.

I have no patience for these games, believe me.

Caetano, with Armando Sá Silva.

-Are you there? -Yes.

My father owed money to Armando Sá Silva's father-in-law.

It's likely he started the fire on the hill to settle his debt.

Lucía...

Armando is part of all this. We have to find evidence, okay?

Unfortunately, it won't be easy to catch him.

Politicians have weapons we journalists don't have.

Son of a...

I'll call you later.

Hello, I'm agent Salgueiro.

I know.

Do you know where Beto is? He's not at his garage.

He's gone to the football event.

I'd like to see the van that was involved in the accident.

The Portuguese asked me.

You're too late, it's been sent to the scrapyard.

What scrapyard?

In Cataró.

What?

I've changed my mind.

What's that foolproof plan to hack Victor?

If we hack his phone, we'll have access to all his data:

call history, documents, everything.

I just need to plug in this USB.

And how are you planning on doing that?

That's your problem.

That's your great idea?

Right.

Hi.

What's up?

In a better mood?

That's why you don't want to work with me anymore.

You're with her now.

Thank you for drawing all the attention to me.

The first lesson in journalism:

don't blame others for what you decide to publish.

I learnt the lesson the hard way. I got fired.

I'll be doing my traineeship at another paper.

Wait...

Why don't you stay with us?

We could do with someone else to carry out proper investigation.

You think I want to work with you?

Well, yes if you want to show that what you published was true.

Alright. What's the plan?

We're hacking into that jerk from NordesProm's phone.

That's proper investigation?

Sometimes we have to go slightly off-track to get to the truth.

Afterwards we'll find another way to confirm the information.

Okay, so the bastard's got an Eter 8, we've got him.

What does that mean?

This phone has a huge security vulnerability.

I can exploit it to get in.

But does that mean we don't need to plug in the USB?

That's not it. We can install an open wi-fi network.

If I connect to it and Victor too, I can hack his phone.

And how do we get him to connect?

It's automatic.

It's the default setting, most people don't disable it.

Give me a minute.

Okay.

At the hotel...

No, the football team.

Yes, tomorrow...

Whenever you want. In the morning.

I'll let you know tomorrow.

Bye.

You here?

My business also sponsors the team.

We need to back our local men.

What do you think of this initiative by NordesProm?

We're not bought that easily.

I saw you a few days ago with Victor. It looked like you were arguing.

He wanted to convince us to lease the adjoining hill.

Even the Mayor tried to convince me.

Right, you're the president of the Montes Community, aren't you?

I am.

But decisions are made together, not by me alone.

But if you don't agree, you'll be expropriated.

Beto?

Yes, if it's seen as a Project of Public Interest.

Beto, a photo, please.

Coming.

If you'll excuse me.

You're too far from the network. You need to get closer.

Come on!

Right, here.

Relampos!

Thanks.

Hello.

Hello. Shouldn't you be in Lisbon?

I'm on holiday.

On holiday? Good! How nice!

And you enjoy football?

Yes, very much. It's not just for men.

No, of course not.

You know, when I was in Lisbon I met Alice.

-A lovely lady. -Alice? Alice? No idea.

No? You don't know your administrator in Portugal, for Antela Servicios?

Maybe you'd like to go somewhere more private?

Of course, of course...

Nordesprom is working on a project on both sides of the border, right?

-That's a question now, isn't it? -It's a statement.

Now, this is the question:

why would a top company like yours submit a bid with a shell company?

No idea...

You have no idea?

You almost got me there!

You almost got me. I almost believed you there for a moment.

I think you're very friendly with the mayor.

Got him!

Is that a question?

An observation.

Shit!

The bastard's using another phone.

Can't you hack it, then?

I can, but it'll take longer than expected.

It's a very lucrative business, renewables, isn't it?

But aren't more wind farms being approved

than can actually be installed?

Is having increasingly more sustainable energy a problem now?

Ah, but it looks more like a speculative "bubble" kind of thing.

A speculative bubble...

You know, massive installations are built

and then sold as renewable assets at sky-rocket prices.

That's normal. It's natural for green investment to be appealing.

We're essential for a carbon-free economy.

I think we both know that the problem is that...

...wind turbines can't be manufactured without fossil fuels.

That's true, that's true.

That can't be changed overnight.

But we're dealing with that.

-No need to worry, then? -Right, right.

No need to worry.

Good afternoon. Are you closing shop?

Yes, it's time.

There's something I need to see, please.

It's urgent.

It's funny how journalists pick on us so much. Why's that?

-No, no. We don't pick on you. -You do!

We simply want to inform.

Give opinions.

You're all just opinion machines, aren't you?

Newspapers... fabricate opinions.

-It's this one. -Thank you.

Will you be long?

Xan?

Listen,

plug this into his phone, please.

Go on.

We're not the bad guys...

-You're not? -No.

And who exactly are...

...those bad guys?

We were... urged...

We were urged to submit the application with Antela Servicios.

Otherwise, the project would be rejected.

Who? Who urged you?

Armando Sá Silva?

-Good morning. -Good morning. How are you?

Something else, Victor...

Antela Servicios bought some land on the Galician side.

Was that to blackmail you, too?

-If you'll excuse me... -Am I right?

-No problem! -Excuse me! Excuse me!

-No problem... -So sorry...

Don't worry...

You can get it out with water. That shirt looks expensive.

-Wipe it with this. -Calm down! Calm down.

Wipe it with water.

Water. Lots of water to get rid of the stain.

-Want to dry it a bit...? -Calm down, calm down.

Clean it properly or it won't come out. I know...

Rub it well...

Thank you. Gracias.

-Has he gone? -Yes.

Done.

We make quite a team!

Xan?

Excuse me.

-What are you doing here? -What do you want?

What are you doing here?

Didn't you want me to get out of the house?

You came with that journalist. What are you up to?

Stop meddling in my life!

Xan? Xan!

Have you got backup? I'm on my way!

YOU SHOULD WEAR THAT DRESS MORE OFTEN

YOU HAVE THE MONEY. HOW ABOUT DINNER TO CELEBRATE?

Xan?

Xan?

Xan, you think you can talk to me like that?!

Do you?!

Don't...

What are you doing?!

Lucía, where's my son?

What are you doing, damnit?

Where's my son, Lucía? You were with him.

-Iolanda! -He's not at home.

Iolanda?

Suso saw your son on his bike on his way to Dondeira.

But Dondeira is burning, Maruxa.

Yes, stay calm. We'll find him.

Where exactly did you see him? Where?

In Ventiños. I'll get him.

No, we'll go.

We need to find the kid.

Warn everyone. The more the better. Let's go!

Lucía, how do you know he's in Ventiños?

Get Carlos and Virtudes, too.

Do that.

-But he could be anywhere! -Calm down!

-What's going on? -We'll find him.

-Follow north. -What's going on here?

-You look along the river. -What's going on?

The mayor's son is lost in Dondeira.

Lost in Dondeira?

I don't know, we had an argument... I didn't want...

-He left... -Calm down. Calm down.

Any idea where he might be?

They say he's in Dondeira, in Ventiños.

Xan has a hideout up in the hill. He has information on our investigation.

You got the kid involved?!

-I'll explain later. Not now. -Where exactly is that hideout?

It's an abandoned building, near Dondeira.

But the fire is spreading in that direction!

I'll send a patrol over there.

Bicycle?

-Bugalho! -Coming! Coming!

-Bugalho! -That'll take too long.

-Bugalho! -That's dangerous. It's dangerous.

Calm down. Calm down. No one's going anywhere.

There's a kid on his own up in the hill!

Calm down. We're here for a reason, right?

I know where your son is.

I'll explain.

But they won't let us. Run! Run!

Quick!

-Let's go! -Let's go!

-Let's go! -Let's go, Ramos is coming!

-Ramos, we're talking about my son! -Don't!