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The head of the clan wants us out.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

-There's only one way to fix it, Saray. -How, Dad?

-You marry his son, now. -I can't.

Didn't you hear your father?

I LOVE YOU, GYPSY

They're kicking us out. We'll be out on the street.

You owe me more than €5,000, and that's going up daily.

So until you pay me back, you're my maid.

Yes, he raped her. He did.

And he put her in solitary so she couldn't talk.

I don't care about justice.

Because what that guy did fucked up the deepest part of my soul.

And that's because that man, up here,

he's turned off a switch in my head.

And I'm not myself anymore.

I have a problem and I need your help.

Teenager. 16 years old. Kidnapped in Moraleja.

People would bet on you if you got to the finals.

Of course, you wouldn't win.

The Egyptian is buried in the province of Ciudad Real, on a hunting preserve.

I killed and buried the Egyptian without anyone's help.

-What the hell is this, Leopoldo? -I don't know.

What, the worms were too hungry or maybe the Egyptian went for a walk?

Fucking hell!

We're going to let Mr. Ferreiro leave due to a lack of evidence.

Inform Judge Andrade and a relative,

and bring his personal belongings.

-What do you want, Zulema? -I want to offer you the only thing I can.

-Go on. -The man who killed Hanbal.

Macarena, you've been given another task. You're looking after Saray.

Saray is on suicide watch and she needs watching 24/7.

Drop your weapon!

If you kill him, I'll blow your head off.

Eat, eat, eat.

I propose a draw. We drop the guns.

No!

Maca! Maca! Maca!

Maca, listen carefully. Anabel is going to give you a hearing aid.

What? What do you mean, a hearing aid?

They will put a wire in your ear.

They turn it around and around

until you don't hear anything for the rest of your life.

Only a little...

You made Anabel lose money on the boxing bets.

I've been hoping for an excuse to get back at her and her girls.

So I'm going to help you. They're coming.

Come on.

-How many are there? -Four.

Two for you and two for me.

By the way, that plan I had to go to the dentist and kill Karim?

I wanted to deliver your brother on a platter,

but it went wrong and he's still alive.

You should know the truth.

Now we're even.

One day, I'll break your back.

And you'll need to ring a bell with your mouth in order to see me.

You bitch.

Fucking bitch!

That's enough, Duracell.

You think you're the queen of this place,

but it's over.

Now, there's a new boss.

Do you know who?

Me.

So that was a favor for trying to kill my brother?

I understand now that you don't get the concept of collateral damage.

I can assure you that it's better to kill your brother...

than to kill your brother, your father, and your mother.

Really. That's what Karim wants, to kill your whole family. Understood?

It's a question of survival.

Of your survival.

You'll use the toilet in the cell until the doors are opened.

Breakfast is at 8:00 a.m.,

showers are at 9:00 a.m.,

and workshops are at 10:00 a.m.

Are you chewing gum?

Should I get you some snacks as well?

I'm okay. Just keep your bad breath off me.

Spit it out.

A week ago, Amaia Jiménez disappeared 300 meters from her home.

Two days later, it was confirmed that she'd been kidnapped.

In a letter to the family they demanded €200,000

or they'd get their daughter back in a shoe box.

The poor girl was unlucky.

She came face-to-face with the Munsters.

No! No!

We still don't know if they're siblings, a couple in a consanguineous marriage,

or a pair of baboons running loose.

02321, 02580, 02642, checking in.

What are you looking at?

Shut your fucking mouth or I'll shut it for you. Move it.

Forensics have gathered plenty of information

from the place where she was last seen.

Then we checked security cameras in gas stations and highway toll areas.

Finally, the inquiry led us to...

the province of Soria.

On a piece of land out there, miles from anywhere,

there was a vet living with his wife.

He'd been a suspect in a similar case nine years earlier.

We watched the house for a few days.

He hardly went out, the blinds were always closed,

and there were no clients calling.

So we decided to go in,

but we got quite a surprise.

The son of a bitch had dug out a tunnel below the house,

which led to a shed 600 meters away.

That way, he avoided surveillance of any kind.

But inside the house, we found traces of the girl's DNA and personal effects,

which was enough to incriminate the couple.

But the girl hasn't been found.

Help!

The bastard came and went via that tunnel to avoid surveillance.

That's how we know the girl is somewhere else.

But where?

Help!

How do we know the girl is still alive?

Inside the house, we found bags packed with food and water.

So we figured that the kidnapper wasn't going to see her daily.

We think the girl still has food and water.

But we don't know for how long.

What can we do?

The accomplice to the kidnapping was admitted to Cruz del Sur this morning.

The life of that girl depends on us getting information from her.

Here.

Cell 234.

-In you go. -Are you kidding?

First Bambi, and now these two half-wits.

-Great! Bring your cast-offs here. -Speak for yourself, you bitch.

Where did you get that hairstyle? From the elves in Lord of the Rings?

I'm the elf from fucking hell. How do you like that?

-And that's Saray's bunk. -Well, now it's mine.

You can discuss it with her later. She's quite chatty.

Number one or number two?

Are you taking a shit?

When can I go back to my cell?

That will depend on when Vargas is recovered.

And as long as you're sharing a cell, you must watch her at all times.

Go with her to the cafeteria, to the workshops,

the showers and the yard.

Wipe that expression off your face.

The conduct committee places a high value on prisoner involvement

in the anti-suicide program.

Why do I have to be Saray's guardian?

That's a question for the governor.

And no nonsense from you, understood?

Yeah, you wish!

Macarena.

Here we are, just the two of us.

All alone.

When you're cold at night,

you can get in bed with me

and I'll warm you up with the fire I've got down below.

I love your sense of humor and your refined style.

You're so glamorous.

-Are you checking out my ass? -Of course.

You'll have to be kind to me, now that you're my guardian

and I'm on the verge of suicide. I'm really crazy!

Maybe I could turn a blind eye

while you hang yourself with your underwear elastic?

Yes, you'd like that, wouldn't you? But I won't.

And you won't need to go anywhere with me

because I don't intend to commit suicide.

I'm not going there,

since I'm in love and I know she loves me back.

Yeah...

You'd better move aside or I'll move you myself,

-one way or another. -You and whose army?

Did I tell you how I met Curly?

Look, Saray, we don't need to be friends.

-No, but I'm going to tell you. -Go ahead.

The first fucking day in prison,

we were both stark naked, and the chief said to us,

"Feet on the yellow line, hands on the wall, bottom in the air."

Before I knew it, wham!

I had the chief's finger in my ass.

I turned to one side,

and then I saw her, Curly,

smiling at me.

You don't get it, do you?

You don't get how that's romantic. A posh brat like you doesn't get it.

But when I saw her there,

smiling at me, it was like she was saying,

"My darling, just hang on a few minutes,

then we'll have the rest of our lives together."

You'll never click like that with Curly in your entire fucking life.

And watch out with all the boxing.

You're looking more like Poli Díaz every day.

-It wasn't the boxing, smarty-pants. -So what was it then, smarty-pants?

Zulema and I exchanged a few words with Anabel's girls.

Off to the bathroom quickly, and stay within eyeshot. Let's go.

-Hello. How's it going? -Fucked.

I heard about your fight with blondie.

So you're breaking skulls with her now, are you?

-Best friends now, are you? -Yes, we're inseparable.

First I steal your girlfriend, now your friend.

What do you know about stealing?

You're pathetic when you pretend to be tough.

You're even more pathetic, now that Curly's with me.

With you, how? In what way?

Because you almost killed an officer?

I heard that bastard will lose a testicle.

You must be ecstatic about that.

If that's how you say "I love you," what do you do for Valentine's Day?

Go on a rampage with a Kalashnikov?

No. But I'll tell you what I don't do.

I don't sit around playing with my pubes

when I find out that a fucking bastard raped her.

Here she comes.

I don't know what that fat cow is taking, but she never gives up.

I've come for a civilized talk.

And is putting a wire into my eardrum and perforating it civilized?

No. No, no, no.

That was in the heat of the moment,

but no one likes to lose a bet.

That's in the past.

Are we friends?

Stay where you are.

A little something...

as a gesture of goodwill...

for my ex-cell companion.

I'm a businesswoman,

and conflict isn't good for business.

If you want me to lend you Bambi one day, you only have to ask.

Remember what I told you when we came back after the escape?

What?

That you're no longer afraid.

Now others fear you.

So...

you should be afraid, too.

We've been questioning the husband for two days. He hasn't said a word.

He's a monster with utter disregard for that girl's life.

He was fooling us all along, first with the tunnel,

and then by planting false clues for the investigators.

Although he appears to be acting alone,

we're sure he needed his wife to pull off the kidnapping.

That's where you come in, Doctor.

Her psychiatric report leaves no room for doubt.

Her IQ is below 50.

She shows no empathy, no inhibitions,

and she has a distorted view of reality.

And what does that mean?

We're dealing with someone

who's incapable of differentiating between concepts as basic as right and wrong.

Listen, Susana,

it's just the two of us here.

No one is listening,

no one is watching,

no one is judging.

I only want to know where the girl is.

Do you understand the seriousness of the situation?

Traces of the girl's DNA have been found in your house.

We know she was there.

She's a textbook case of psychological subjugation.

Her mind's been totally erased.

It's as if her brain had been removed.

Her husband has had so much influence over her

that she'd struggle to decide which underwear to wear unless he told her.

Do you think she'll cooperate?

I doubt she'll even talk to anyone.

Right now, you're accused of being an accomplice to a kidnapping

and of obstructing justice,

but not murder.

There's still time for you.

I know what you're thinking.

"What will my husband say?"

The only thing that can break her mental block

is the very thing that caused it,

her husband.

Don't you have anything to say?

-I'm hungry. -Fucking hell!

Listen to me! I'll tell you what your husband is doing.

He's pinning this on you, and in five or six years, he'll be out,

and you'll be rotting in here.

What will you do without him?

My husband told me you'd say that, that you'd try and separate us.

He said that.

He knows everything.

Okay.

With all due respect,

I don't give a shit about that baboon's brain.

She may be stupid, but she's playing games and we're running out of time.

The important thing is to find the girl.

How can we do that?

Subjugated personalities need someone to follow,

a leader who'll tell them what to do.

Being separated from her husband, who was her authority for so long,

she's likely to search within her immediate circle

for someone to look up to,

someone to follow,

someone to trust.

Do you smoke?

I did, but my husband won't let me. He hates smoking.

Your husband isn't here.

What a paradox.

You'll have more freedom in here than outside.

Men are disgusting.

What the hell are you doing in here?

I'm on a case.

So I don't need a neon sign proclaiming I'm undercover.

Don't look at me or speak to me.

Someone could have told me that a former colleague was coming in.

Yes, and they could have told the caretaker and the cleaners.

You're forgetting that you're just a fucking prison officer.

The police don't have to keep you informed.

All right.

I just wanted to say that whatever you've been told about Zulema is true.

So don't take her lightly.

You love to dramatize, Fabio.

But not all the inmates will be that dangerous.

I heard you'd gotten involved with an inmate.

That's bad, Fabio.

Cheating on your blind wife.

Did you do it in the prison?

Or did you take her back to your place when she was out on release?

Don't piss me off, Helena.

Get out of my way, then.

Check if the girls have finished their breakfast

and let the police do their work.

Mom, what happened? Why are you here?

An officer called to say they'd put you

in one of those cells where suicidal inmates are sent.

-What's going on, Saray? -Nothing, Mom. Nothing.

It's just that...

the shrink here makes me nervous. They gave me an injection

and I feel depressed.

I don't know what they think, but...

Mom, you know me.

But right now,

I don't know if I do know you, Saray.

Here, in prison.

A lesbian.

And now you want to commit suicide?

Your father is so ashamed, he couldn't come.

You were going to get out in a few months and you decided to escape.

One of these days, your husband

will quite rightly spit in my face.

People say you don't want to have children.

Come on, Mom. How can I have one in prison?

Do you think this is a place for a kid? No...

Saray, a marriage isn't a marriage until God blesses it with children.

Tomorrow, you have a conjugal visit with your husband.

-What are you saying? -That he's going to get you pregnant.

If need be, he'll come every day until you get pregnant.

-No, Mom. -Yes.

Mom, no.

I already got married for the both of you, to do you a favor.

You can't ask me to have a child. You can't.

Your husband's family says...

that until a baby arrives...

we're not relatives, we're nothing,

that it was all a sham...

and they'll make us leave.

Saray, do you want...

to see your parents sleeping in cardboard boxes?

Because that's what will happen.

Mom, you're asking me to have a child.

We're not talking about a pet turtle here.

Well, this is it.

When you have a child, you'll forget about these silly things.

Saray, those who are mothers get shorter sentences.

You'll get out quicker.

It's for your own good.

I'll raise it myself,

and you'll have...

a family and a place to come back to.

Agreed?

ACQUAINTANCES

Hanbal, aka the Egyptian, never used the same SIM card twice.

He called, got rid of it, and got another one.

That's how he maintained a network of friends and associates

while remaining untraceable.

The report shows hundreds of phone numbers only used once.

Only one number was repeated.

RANA SABAD (MOTHER)

His mother's number.

But none of the conversations were related to the Hanbal investigation.

RANA SABAD SPAIN PHONE NUMBER

Rana Sabad?

Who are you?

My name is Encarna.

We don't know each other,

but I know you lost your son,

and I'm scared of losing mine.

I can't give back your son's life,

but I'm able to give you his body.

As a mother,

I can imagine what this means to you.

-You have my son's body? -Yes.

What do you want in return?

To finish this craziness,

before there are more deaths.

I'm asking you,

mother to mother.

Did Anabel send you?

Get out.

Anabel didn't send me.

I need your help.

I can't help you. Get lost.

-Get out of here, I said. -I've become a slave.

Anabel sells me to the other inmates.

I go from cell to cell like a whore.

She's been worse since Valbuena confiscated her drugs.

She hits me

and humiliates me constantly. Look.

I've refused a visit from my parents.

I can't look them in the face.

Do you know what you have to do?

Fight back.

-You expect me to stand up to Anabel? -No.

If you stand up to Anabel, you'll end up with your head down the toilet.

What do you see?

Me.

Well, I see the slowest gazelle in the savanna.

The one who is last to run when the lions attack.

Do you know what's important in here?

Being the second slowest.

Because then, someone else gets eaten by the lions.

What can I do?

Fight back.

Fight back against those bitches who pay to have you between their legs.

Make yourself unwanted.

If you don't earn money for Anabel,

she'll sell you.

-But that's horrible. -No.

It's better to belong to one person than to belong to everyone.

Somebody watch that pot.

Come on, it's burning! Get rid of the rotten potatoes.

What's this? What are they, monkey brains?

I'm not eating that, Antonia. I'm fed up.

This food is shit.

-Look... -What?

What do you expect me to make with this crap? Magic potions?

Don't wind me up.

Complain to the governor, so she can put you in solitary again.

Add vinegar and pepper. They'll cover up the taste. Come on.

Where are you going? Where are you taking her?

These two fucking is great for us.

What's wrong? What's wrong?

What's wrong?

-Saray, what are you doing? -Sorry. Sorry.

-What's up with you? -I'm in trouble.

Why?

I'm having a conjugal visit with my husband.

Well, reject him.

Reject him because you decide who you want to see.

I can't get out of it. My mom asked me to.

If not, they'll be forced to leave.

She said he's coming tomorrow, next week and the one after.

Until I get pregnant.

-You can't do anything? -What can I do?

-You really can't do anything? -No. It's my family.

The family I'm left with. What can I do?

What can I do?

-You know what? -What?

You'll be a horrible mother.

You'd be a wonderful mother.

Can you imagine if we had one together?

I'd have it with you.

Stop.

Saray, I can't do this now.

Really.

We're really toxic together.

I'm with Macarena.

I need you.

What the hell are you doing?

-It's broken. -How many times do I have to tell you,

don't use the freight elevator without an officer? Fuck.

Will you call the repairman? It's broken again.

-What's wrong? -It's blocked. Who's inside?

The Azúcar Moreno duo.

-Stop. -What?

Stop. I can't.

I'm sorry, I can't.

My love, if you want it to stop,

why open your legs?

Shit, they're crying.

Don't cry! It wastes air.

Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Are you okay?

Come on, don't worry.

Tell Antonia to make you a tea. You look shook up.

In prison, we're hornier than ever before.

But I wouldn't become a cook for this lot.

-It's called being a dyke. -Cook, dyke, whatever.

And a Swiss roll. Right, Saray? Say it.

But like that.

Don't eat me up!

You know I don't like that stuff.

You've got my mouth here.

What a shame.

What is judged outside isn't judged in here.

Here you're judged for opening your mouth, for being a snitch,

or because you smell.

But you're not judged for murdering, fucking, and stuff like that.

There are lines we can't cross.

Your life should not be put in danger.

-I'm responsible for what happens. -Don't worry.

I'm very experienced in these situations.

Progress on the case will be reported by visiting Dr. Sandoval.

-That sounds reasonable. -I have a back problem.

I'll go and see him when I need painkillers. Okay?

Neck pain is usually chronic. It requires treatment.

-So it'll be normal for you to see me. -Very well.

All I ask is that when I'm out there, you forget who I am.

Treat me the same as any other inmate.

That's the only way I'll get Susana to trust me

and tell me where the kidnapped girl is hidden.

If you don't want me to slice off those lovely nipples,

you know what you have to do.

All right? Good.

Come on, dear.

Anabel!

What do you want?

Bambi.

-Come on, darling. -No.

-Come on. -No. I won't.

I said let's go. Move it!

-That'll be €20. -€20?

Has she got gems on her tongue?

She's got a tongue like a lizard. You'll be back for more.

And if not,

you can always use your fingers.

You'd better do a good job for €20.

You bitch!

How's it going?

Just when I thought you couldn't be more of a bastard, you do this.

What's the idea of bringing in Helena undercover?

An Americano, please.

Who are you, everyone's hero?

Every day a new cause.

First Macarena, then the Ferreiro family, and now Helena.

When will you accept that you can't change the world single-handedly?

Cut yourself some slack and don't fuck up another case for me.

How can you be such an idiot? Fuck up another of your cases?

Not telling me could have fucked it up.

When Zulema finds out there's someone undercover,

she'll go straight for her.

That's why you're going to keep quiet and let her work.

-She doesn't need your help. -What's all this shit about?

Is it about Zulema or that new one, the one who looks retarded?

My name is Susana.

They say that...

well...

that we kidnapped a girl or something.

Not at all.

I haven't done anything.

I don't see many people.

My house is outside of the village. It's sort of on the outskirts.

It's in a lovely spot.

I'm always with my husband.

My husband hasn't been to see me.

When will I get out?

I don't know.

I really don't know.

Help!

Help me! Help me!

You know what I think?

What's really pissing you off is having Helena so close.

You fucked her and chucked her.

And now you can't bear to see her face, day in, day out.

You've got quite a few exes in your closet, haven't you?

How many corpses have you left in your wake?

The Chinese guy and Jalapeño, both good police officers who trusted you,

and now they're six feet under.

Are you going to add Helena to your long list of failures?

We're police officers and that comes with a risk.

But what the hell would a security guard

who spends his days patrolling a basketball court know about it?

What do you want, Pipiolo? I'm having breakfast.

It's important, sir.

It's Encarna Ferreiro.

The bodyguards say she's gone out alone, in her husband's car,

which we fitted with a tracking device.

And what's so special about that?

The car is currently parked very close to the mosque on the beltway.

So either she's embracing Islam,

or she's having a conversation

with someone linked to Karim and the Egyptian.

She's only 19! And she'll be spending over 15 in here.

A slave with years ahead of her.

She's nice and toned. Feel free to touch.

Come on, Anabel! Everyone in here has used her.

And you're selling her because she bites.

She nearly bit off Asunción's pussy.

I'll give you €200.

Go and eat your mother's pussy.

Bidding starts at 1,200. Did you hear me? 1,200.

I didn't punish her for biting, so she has no marks on her.

But whoever buys her...

should whip her well and teach her a lesson.

1,200.

1,200? Come on, who'll bid higher?

This girl has a cavern down below, for smuggling stuff in and out of prison.

1,600.

Stand still. She's checking before she buys.

1,600 going once,

1,600 going twice,

-1,600-- -2,000!

-I assume you have the money. -Your assumption is correct.

And I assume that you trust me.

No? Now that we're...

friends.

Who will bid higher?

2,100?

In that case,

sold for €2,000.

She's all yours.

Thank you.

Come on, to the shower.

And stop your blubbering, drama queen.

Encarna!

She isn't here either.

-You saw her this morning? -Yes.

She didn't say where she was going.

Dad, like I said, everything was normal.

She made breakfast and said she was going shopping.

It isn't ringing. Why did you let her go out alone?

She wasn't alone. She said one of the bodyguards was going with her.

That's not true.

The bodyguards are outside in the garden.

-I just saw them. -What?

She's taken the Egyptian's ashes.

Why would she do that?

Castillo, I need your help.

My fucking life. My fucking life.

The things I have to do. Seriously.

Vargas. Here you are.

Sheets, towels, napkins, soap, and condoms.

-You can go in now. -Wait a minute.

They can keep the condoms.

My fella and I are planning to bring lots of little Gypsies into the world.

You mean you want to have a child in here?

Of course. The miracle of love.

And I'll bring it up in here.

And in two months, bam!

I'll get day release.

-Well, good luck with that. -Well, thank you.

And don't panic if you notice the concrete moving, Chief.

Hey!

Can I come in, lovely?

Not living here doesn't mean you have to knock on the door.

Besides...

no one says no to the new bad girl on the block.

I heard you had a fight with Anabel's bullies.

And that you bought Bambi from her.

What are you up to?

That depends.

What do you like?

Good girls...

or bad girls?

The good bad girls.

Where are the others?

Doing their thing.

Sole's boyfriend came to see her again.

They're at it non-stop.

So that means we have the place to ourselves, just the two of us.

Don't we?

What's gotten into you?

-You drive me crazy. Is that okay? -No, no tickling.

-I'm very ticklish. -Well, watch out, then.

Oh, no, you don't!

Stop it.

Stop.

You've been very patient with me.

With all my fears and hang-ups.

My outbursts.

But that's all over now.

I know that you want a relationship

without hang-ups.

With plenty of passion.

That's what I'll give you.

Dr. Maca's treatment starts today.

Don't worry.

-Trust me. -Okay.

Okay?

Relax.

Do you want me to stop?

Don't you dare.

A mother is never prepared to bury her son.

It's the worst possible thing.

As a mother, I know that.

I hope that having your son's remains will bring you some peace.

Do you believe that your God is just?

Yes.

I know for certain that Allah is,

that your niece and my son are dead,

and that it wasn't our fault.

War is for men.

Only women can make peace.

You've kept your word, and I'll keep mine.

I beg you,

whatever happens,

don't let your people harm my children.

You Westerners...

think we walk around all day with explosives strapped to our bodies.

You're wrong.

We are also fathers, mothers, children.

We also know what it is to feel pain and fear.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.

What's this?

Hanbal's ashes.

I only hope that, one day, your God and mine will forgive us.

Did you cremate my son?

There's no body to wash and watch over.

He'll never be able to enter paradise.

You look gorgeous.

Thank you.

Why don't you let your hair down?

Aren't you going to play? Come on, play.

Play something.

Or else we'll have a boring child.

That's right.

Come on, that's it. That's it. Nice and lively.

Olé.

My cousin just told me

That in the district of Triana

There's a stall with lovely flowers

Sold by a Cuban beauty

I've heard the stall will be covered

With garlands and daisy chains

And pretty fairy lights It'll be just like a beacon

I'm Saray, Saray, Saray!

Hear this song I'm singing

There's no more time for sadness

Hear this song I'm singing It comes straight from my heart

Hear this song I'm singing It comes from deep inside

Lima 3. Keep a permanent watch on the exit at the east side.

Lima 4, watch the security perimeter. Keep me posted of any movements.

Kilo 2. Keep a permanent watch on the main exit.

-Kilo 3. Your report, please. -Good.

-Have you checked the camera? -It's ready.

Good.

Get a visual on Mrs. Ferreiro, so we can see her at all times.

And don't even think about going rogue.

We don't know who's in there. Karim, the Egyptian, or bin Laden's grandmother.

Let me speak with Encarna.

I can call her and get her to come out without your intervention.

It wasn't me who caused this circus.

It wasn't me who killed a terrorist, buried him, dug him up,

and walked him across town to meet his... holy mother.

Visual on Carrión entering the mosque.

-There's Encarna. -That's the Egyptian's mother.

Fuck me. Some company Encarna keeps.

Everyone alert. Rana Sabad is inside.

There's a strong chance that Karim Al Said will also be in there.

Or in the vicinity.

If so, he won't be alone and he'll be armed.

Rana Sabad's presence is confirmed. Secure the perimeter.

Roger that.

The men's prayer room is upstairs.

Let's swap veils.

-Why? -Do as I say.

Julia, what the hell is happening?

Prayers are over.

-They're leaving. -We're going in. Pipiolo!

You stay here.

Nobody move! Up against the wall!

Against the wall!

Up against the wall!

Rana Sabad is wearing an orange veil.

Rana Sabad is wearing an orange veil!

-I can't see her. -Find her!

Visual on the target! Visual on the target!

-Freeze! -No!

I met her over 20 years ago.

She was married to a very good friend of mine.

I didn't know it was her...

until a split second after pulling the trigger.

When I looked into her eyes,

and she was looking into mine,

it seemed like an eternity.

And in that moment, I knew...

that I'd killed her.

I tried to shoot her in the arm to immobilize her,

but she made a sudden movement,

and I hit her in the chest.

I shot her in the heart.

I'd had two previous encounters with those people.

On both occasions, they'd fired first,

killing two of my men.

I thought my young partner was going to get shot.

So I shot first.

No.

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Enough! Enough! Enough!

Román!

Shit!

I said go to the fucking cafeteria.

Macarena!

Subtitle translation by Arturo Fernández