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[dramatic music playing]

WHEN NO ONE SEES US

[birds singing]

- [shower running] - [tense, pensive music playing]

[tea kettle whistling]

[children chattering indistinctly]

BUNGALOWS MORÓN CAMPING GROUND

[tense martial music playing]

[Lucía breathing heavily]

[jet engines roaring overhead]

[organ playing tranquil hymnal]

CHAPTER 2 EASTER MONDAY

Samuel Navas. 16 years old.

He was last seen on Tuesday morning.

That's almost a week ago. Why did they report it last night?

His mother thought he was he was at the shelter

and the shelter thought he was with his mother.

Let's see... What's that about?

The kid went into the shelter a year ago.

No father, it seems he ran off. The mother couldn't deal with him.

He skipped school, smoked dope, you know.

Social Services thought it was the best thing for the kid.

Why did the shelter think he was at his mother's place?

Because they let him spend a long weekend at home.

He was supposed to go back, but he never arrived.

- Who saw him last? - His brother.

Samuel went to his mother's house to get a motorbike

and that's all we know.

What about the cellphone?

No sign.

Have you spoken to Canales?

Yes, he's organizing the sweep.

Ten minutes.

You and I are going to that boy's house.

Yes, sergeant.

We've divided the area into three sectors.

The outpost will be located here, in Caleras de la Sierra,

right where the boy was last seen.

And we'll reinforce the units in sector two.

It's abandoned land, country,

you know it, olive trees, ravines, ditches, wells...

Places where anyone could easily have a fall.

The City Council has asked for the public's cooperation.

I want Blázquez, García and Romero to go with the volunteer crews.

Any questions? Let's get to it.

- [indistinct chatter] - [ominous music playing]

[chickens clucking and dogs barking]

[parking brake clacks]

[engine stops]

[ominous music continues]

[rooster crows]

[man] I can't talk now.

- [Lucía] Hello, Emilia. - Good morning.

I'm Sergeant Gutierrez, Judicial Police. How are you?

Well, here we are.

- Any news? - It's still early.

We need to look at Samuel's things.

Any detail can help us.

Yes, of course, come in. This way.

- Would you like some coffee? - No, thank you.

It's made, I was up all night.

I'd like to see your son's room, please.

Of course, come in.

This way.

My eldest son, Rober.

Hello, Rober.

Your brother was here over the weekend, isn't that right?

I imagine you spoke to him.

What did he say to you?

Nothing. He came for the bike.

And where did he go?

Samu does his own thing.

- Was he alone? - Yes.

Did you do this?

It's my brother's.

[Emilia] Samuel draws really well.

As a kid, he won a competition. Remember, Rober?

I'd like to see a photo of your brother, the most recent possible.

These are the last he posted.

[Emilia] He's a good boy really.

But I couldn't deal with him. I swear I couldn't.

No one's judging you, Emilia.

What's this?

[Emilia] He's with his teacher.

Samuel isn't a very good student.

A few years ago, I signed him up to an academy, for support classes.

- They seem to get along well. - Yes.

Antonio was the only teacher Samuel got along with.

He's always concerned about him.

- [Lucía] Good day to you, Emilia. - [María] Good day to you.

[Emilia] Thank you. Goodbye.

[ominous music continues]

[rooster crows]

[birds chirping]

[rooster crows]

[music fades]

What are you doing, Gran?

Can't you see? Putting on the washing machine.

With sugar?

It's your mother's fault. She cleans up and moves everything.

You have to be careful, Gran. You've been absent-minded lately.

Oh, really? Then how did I find out you're seeing a boy?

- How do you know about that? - Because I'm not a fool.

And you've turned as red as a tomato.

- Don't tell my mother. - Me? Tell the sergeant?

No way. My lips are sealed, look.

But I'll tell you one thing, you watch out.

All men want the same thing.

To complicate our lives.

And you have to be more careful than other girls.

- Why me? - You were raised without a dad.

- What's that got to do with it? - A lot.

You've had no one to compare men to.

Men are trouble, in spades,

but your father wasn't one of those.

Good morning, sergeant. Will you come with me?

[Lucía] Of course.

It's called behavioral disorder now.

And before?

Theft, contempt for authority, truancy...

Is he often absent?

Samuel? He spends more time outside than inside.

But how many days is he usually missing?

Depends on how long the money lasts. One day, two, three at most.

This is strange, he's been gone for a week.

May I ask where he gets the money?

Samuel is a very handsome boy.

And he's usually seen with an adult. I suppose they give it to him.

You haven't thought of reporting him?

What do I report?

That he has adult friends?

Last week I contacted one of them, but...

Did you know him before?

I think his name is Antonio.

He has a kind of academy

that Samuel went to when he was little, or so I'm told.

Come in.

[ominous music playing]

Here are his things.

[keys jingling]

SUNDAY, MARCH 24 SAMUEL'S DISAPPEARANCE REPORTED

FRIDAY, MARCH 22 ANTONIO, SUICIDE

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 20 ANTONIO, HOSPITAL

TUESDAY, MARCH 19 SAMUEL DISAPPEARS

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[in English] I can't remember, okay?

I don't remember shit.

[in English] Don't worry,

you'll remember the fine you're going to get.

How long do I have to stay here?

As long as the judge says.

I want to call base.

We did that. And believe me,

your superiors don't think this is very funny.

My head is killing me.

Christ, give me something please.

First, you say me who gave you the drugs

and then I'll give you something for your head.

I don't do drugs.

[scoffs]

So, what is this?

- Huh? - [sighs] Fuck.

[in Spanish] Pop Rocks?

Okay. [chuckles] All right.

But I didn't know the guy who sold it to me.

[in English] You didn't know him,

but he was a dealer.

Maybe it wasn't the first time?

Look, I just asked some guys in a bar

and they told me this guy could hooked me up.

I scored and that's all.

I didn't know that shit was gonna make my fucking head explode.

So, you say never saw something like this?

Exactly, that's why I took it.

Come on, man, I didn't know what it was.

It looked cool.

It's that son of a bitch that should be in here. Not me.

That's my job, to arrest him.

But I need you to tell me something about the guy,

a description.

Not very tall,

dark, kind of stocky.

[sighs] You must have noticed...

I don't know.

Clothes, hair, a ring, something else.

The back of his neck was all red.

Like a scratch?

What do I know, man? [chuckles]

Just red.

So, are you going to give me something for my head or what?

- [in Spanish] Sergeant, got a minute? - Yes, quickly, I have to go to court.

- [Víctor] I talked to the American. - You? Why?

As far as I know, no one here speaks English.

- And you do? - Hey, I get by.

You should go to Fuengirola in summer, it's like London.

Sure. You should've informed me, don't you think?

Before bringing him here, the police took him to the hospital.

As well as seizing this, they did a saliva test on him.

And guess what.

The lads from the procession and the soldier took "nazarene."

Víctor, we can't force anyone to lead a healthy life.

But this is a new drug that we don't know.

It's dangerous, there are cases. It'd be good to look into it.

I'm going to talk to the drummer guy.

All right.

But I don't want you going alone. Take someone with you.

Carmona's on leave and the girl's a bit green, isn't she?

Leiva?

I have the toxicology report on Antonio Jimenez.

Did I ask you for it?

Professional training.

I respect someone who decides to take their own life.

Sorry.

I mean that what Antonio did was very extreme.

Only someone out of their mind could do something like that.

And was he?

The test only showed a small amount of Alprazolam,

certainly taken 24 hours before.

Nothing for the pain?

Not even an aspirin.

He was in agony until death. And it was several hours.

It's Easter.

Pain, passion, expiation of sins...

No, Antonio wasn't one of those. His house is a Japanese temple.

Hara-kiri, flagellation, ashura...

I know of few religions that aren't based on suffering.

It's like a feeling of guilt led him to do it.

That's not my job anymore. Guilt goes with the soul.

[Lucía] I'd like to investigate Antonio Jiménez.

A bit late, don't you think?

You'll agree, Your Honor, that committing hara-kiri isn't normal.

In Tokyo maybe, but I assure you, it isn't in Morón de la Frontera.

But neither you nor I can judge that.

Antonio knew the boy who disappeared from the shelter.

And he used his house to give classes to other kids.

I still don't see anything out of the ordinary.

Your Honor, do you remember the Sergio Liván case?

It's the same profile, a lonely man, with barely any social relations,

who looks for any excuse to get together with children.

- He ran a tennis school, didn't he? - Mm-hm.

Tennis, scouts, football, whatever, it repeats the pattern.

He didn't just teach English, he taught self-defense.

Do you suspect that he may be a pedophile?

All I want is to be sure

that Antonio has nothing to do with Samuel's disappearance.

[in English] Sergeant Miles Johnson's gate log from the past five months.

[in English] He spends most of the weeks off base?

Is that normal over here?

It's his free time.

Any idea where he goes?

A airman's only obligation here

is not to stray more than 60 miles from base,

and be reachable at all times.

Of course.

I trust my men until they prove me otherwise.

Right.

I appreciate the information, sir.

By the way, I haven't found his laptop.

We have it in custody, you can access it anytime you need it.

I need it.

I don't think you'll find much. We've already been through it.

You've been through his personal computer?

Of course. It's Air Force property.

Luckily, we've confirmed that he only used it for work.

Which you will also be able to confirm.

I'm sure I will.

[door closes]

[jet engines roaring overhead]

Where to, ma'am?

We're looking for a florist.

[indistinct chatter]

[in Spanish] I don't see Chacón ever going to Mass, eh?

Paquito's run the float for years. I'm sure we'll find him here.

[metal clanks]

[clanking continues]

[thuds]

[man] Come on, straight ahead, eh?

Slowly, slowly, gently.

Smoother footsteps. Go on.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Right, stopping there.

Gentlemen, stop there.

Let's get some air, take a rest.

[indistinct chatter]

Do you want something?

Guardia Civil.

I understand that Francisco Chacón is in this procession.

This isn't a procession. It's a dry run.

A rehearsal.

To see if the lads are in shape or...?

We're doing pretty average this Easter.

- We need to talk to Francisco. - He's not in it now.

That mess on Friday was enough.

He's not in it? Did you throw him out of the brotherhood?

Of the brotherhood and the municipal band.

The lad had an ear for music.

He should've thought about that before.

What he did wasn't right, but it's a bit heavy throwing him out for good.

Don Hipólito's idea.

[indistinct chatter]

Look, in Morón even the biggest atheist is kind of a brother.

- Are you not now, or what? - Not anymore.

Christ of Calvary, Our Lady of Sorrows...

For suffering, I already have Betis.

- He's a porter. - What?

The dealer. He has to be a porter.

The American said he had chafing on the back of his neck.

[knocking on door, then door opens]

- Good morning, Sergeant Gutiérrez. - [Lucía] Good morning, lieutenant.

I'd like you to accept this gift.

You were very kind to me yesterday.

- Thank you. - I like them too.

They're hardy and undemanding.

Let me introduce Sergeant Andrew Taylor,

head of the base's Military Police.

Nice to meet you.

So?

I've brought the register of Johnson's exits.

Now I need find out where he went

during those days and where he stayed.

He would've stayed in a hotel.

I think he'd stay in the same one.

We military people are all about routine.

And you have no authority to check hotel registers.

That's the cooperation I spoke to you about yesterday.

It'd give us a lot of information.

Rubén.

You'll sit with one of my officers,

the one with the authority to do this work.

Go with Lt. Castillo and Sgt. Taylor and see to what they need.

Yes, sergeant.

- Good luck. - Thank you.

[speaking indistinctly]

- [Núñez] Good afternoon. - [Leiva] Good afternoon.

[Núñez] They said you were looking for me.

Mr. Núñez. Yes. The office said we could find you here.

I can guess the reason for your visit,

but those two were kicked out.

Their conduct was intolerable.

We're not interested in the consumer, but who sells it.

Sure, and I want to get to the bottom of this more than anyone.

But it never hurts to get rid of two bad apples.

[Víctor] You're the brotherhood president, you have that right.

We'd need a list of the porters in the procession on Friday.

Mixing drugs and the brotherhood is risky, don't you think, sergeant?

Corporal. Corporal Víctor Martin.

Sorry, corporal.

As I'm used to dealing with Sergeant Gutiérrez.

In any case, give her my regards.

Don't worry.

In any case, we'd appreciate your cooperation.

Of course, count on it.

You'll get a list of all the porters.

But first I'd like a favor.

It's Easter, there are lots of interests at stake.

And unless we treat this with the utmost discretion, we all lose.

Believe me, nobody wants a scandal.

How many hectares is it? 450, 500...?

And 80.

Five hundred and 80.

Can I ask you the million-dollar question?

And what's that?

Why did you become a Guardia Civil?

My dad and granddad are.

Tradition.

Don't you believe it?

Being an only child, they thought that was broken with me.

Especially my granddad.

Your father has female fellow officers,

but in your grandfather's time...

Pfft. If you saw the graduation ceremony in Baeza...

- Tears, crying, well... - [chuckles softly]

And you?

Me what?

The million-dollar question. Why did you become a Guardia Civil?

Look, there's the court clerk.

- Start with the office. - Yes, ma'am.

You're aware that under Article 588 of the Law of Criminal Procedure,

items seized must be fully registered.

Let me sign.

[pensive music playing]

Sergeant.

The phone is blocked, but the laptop has no password.

Good. Send the phone to Criminalistics.

There's a camera too.

Anything else? Bills, receipts?

No, nothing.

I found this in a drawer.

[lively chatter]

Man, did you have to make me come here?

My little brother's going out for the first time today.

Look, he's so funny.

Come on, let's go outside.

I'll be right back, Dad.

Hey, man, I heard about Samuel.

[Rober] He'll turn up. It wouldn't be the first time.

[indistinct chatter]

Hi there.

- You got what I gave you? - Some of it.

Don't tell me you took it.

Not yet, shit. Later, when it's over.

And the rest?

I shifted a bit.

- Fucking hell, Rafa. - Hey, hey...

People are climbing the walls, okay? You gotta make the most of it.

- Who the fuck did you pass it to? - The usual.

A bit here, a bit there.

I got a right to get by too.

And what's left, are you holding? Give it to me.

- What? - Fucking give it to me.

Okay. Okay.

Well, you'll give me back the...

- [indistinct chatter] - [telephones ringing]

[keyboard clacking]

Any luck?

Nothing. We've checked all the hotels,

even those in a 60-mile radius.

100 kilometers.

It's the furthest all soldiers can go from the base.

Airbnb's too, but nothing under the name of Johnson.

Maybe he stayed at someone's place around there.

Years ago, maybe. Now it's very rare.

Soldiers on the base usually only hang out with Americans.

He could've rented a house on his own.

I know someone.

[country music playing over speakers in bar]

[in English] Õ Tornado tears your house... Õ

[in Spanish] Good afternoon.

Sergeant, you're compromising me by being here.

Pollito, please, we look like a couple of tourists.

Lieutenant Castillo, Pollito. Pollito, Lieutenant Castillo.

A pleasure.

A pleasure. You're new around here, huh?

From Chicago.

Ah! My father was from Wyoming.

Yes, or so my mother says.

- I'm the child of cultural exchange. - [Lucía] Hm.

Fancy a drink?

Pollito, do you know if the Americans rent apartments in the town?

No, that was before. Now they stay on the base.

They have everything there.

She means on weekends, when they get permission to leave.

Well, there's a woman in La Carrera who rents houses.

Of course, the apartments in La Carrera.

No, Doña Elisa lives in La Carrera.

The houses she rents to the Americans are on the outskirts.

- Doña Elisa? - Mm.

Do you recognize him?

Take a good look, Pollito. Does he ring a bell or not?

A lot of people come here, and you know what for.

Right.

If your memory suddenly comes back, tell me, yeah?

Good.

[in English] Õ Just like that Õ

Õ Take her in your arms And kiss her tenderly Õ

Õ Just like that You know you love her so... Õ

[dog barking and birds chirping]

[Maca in English] Are you still working on that?

[Hoopen] Mm.

We're meeting up in half an hour.

Your brother-in-law gonna be there?

Yeah, I guess.

My sister's going, so...

Well, let's go do some penance then, shall we?

[drums playing marching beat]

[Maca in Spanish] My husband looks worried.

I think something's going on and he doesn't want to tell me.

If it's any consolation, Hipólito looks the same as ever.

[in English] Should we be worried?

[in English] I don't know yet.

[in English] No, we still have funds.

At the moment, yes.

[drums continue playing marching beat]

- [mouse clicking] - [drums playing in distance]

[sighs]

Nothing?

The hard drive is empty.

The folders, trash, history. All of it. Nothing.

But you have the cellphone, right?

Yes, Criminalistics are unlocking it.

I'm sure it's all in there.

Maybe, but this is very strange.

Tsst. Hey.

We don't give up here, eh?

[mouse clicking]

Any news of the boy?

We've got a roadblock tonight. We stay until dawn.

We're having a drink at Manolo's. Come along.

Okay, I'll just tidy up.

- Aren't you coming? - No, no, I have to study.

Study tomorrow.

The sergeant's exam is in a month. I don't have tomorrow.

Up to you.

But living in the barracks is like living in a family.

If a fellow officer is thoughtful, it makes sense to reciprocate.

[crickets chirping]

[poignant music playing]

[poignant music continues]

Hi. How was your day?

I'm sick of studying.

I've got a headache. I'm taking a paracetamol and going to bed.

- Grandma? - Watching TV.

Is she all right?

Sure she is. Why wouldn't she be?

Well, I'm going to bed. Sleep well.

Good night.

[poignant music continues]

[woman speaking indistinctly on TV]

[man speaking indistinctly on TV]

[crickets chirping]

[music turns ominous]

Come on.

[engine starts]

[engine revving]