1992 (2024) s01e05 Episode Script

1
[train rattling on tracks]
[suspenseful music playing]
[metal clatters]
[whispers] I can't move it
without making noise.
- No, Richi. I don't think it's down there.
- It has to be.
- [Amparo] There's gotta be a way. Richi!
- Would you shut it? We have to.
[groans]
[Amparo grunts, moans]
- [Richi, softly] You all right?
- Yeah. [gasps]
[shuddering]
- Richi!
- [Richi] Hold on. I'll call him.
[line ringing]
[Richi, softly] Come on.
Robledo, answer the phone,
for fuck's sake.
Answer your phone. Come on, man.
[line beeps]
[call disconnects]
[eerie music playing]
[Amparo panting]
- Richi.
- I've got another idea.
- What?
- Stand up.
- I'm going to look around.
- Don't ask me to wait.
- Let me do this! He's over there.
- Richi! No!
- No! I'm going with you!
- All right. Fine.
- Easy, easy.
- Together, Richi. Together.
- [Richi] Let's go.
- [Amparo] Where?
[unsettling music rising]
[Amparo breathing shakily]
- [Richi] Watch it.
- [nervously] I'm all right. I'm all right.
[Richi] Together, remember? Stay close.
[sinister music building]
[Amparo panting]
[liquid bubbling nearby]
[breathing shakily]
What the fuck?!
[Amparo sobbing]
Don't touch anything.
We need to call the local police. Now.
Try not to look, okay?
- [loud clattering nearby]
- [gasps]
Something moved. Over there.
[menacing music rises]
- [Amparo] I saw something. It moved.
- There's nothing.
[both yelp]
[Amparo screams, groans]
You again!
- [killer groans]
- [fabric rips]
- [screams]
- [strains]
[groaning]
[Amparo panting]
[tense music building]
[Amparo screams]
Hey!
- [Richi] Are you okay?
- [Amparo] Yeah. Run! Get him!
[tense music building]
[coughs]
[sirens approaching]
[somber theme music playing]
[theme music fades]
Looks like it's gonna be
one of those nights.
I lost my bet on Betis, and now you two.
- [sighs]
- [indistinct chatter]
- Nobody told me you were bleeding.
- Can I see Richi?
- After we're finished here.
- [tense music playing]
[officer] Why did you run away?
- Ricardo, I asked why you were running.
- [music cuts out]
I was chasing the guy.
He attacked us and got away.
You think it's the Curro Killer?
How did you know
the commissioner was there?
- Because he told us.
- On the phone?
- [Amparo] Yes.
- He fell after?
He was pushed off the roof.
- You were close enough to see?
- No.
Why else would he be there?
To get a better view of the Giralda?
[message alert plays]
Excuse me. Antúnez!
[officer] You were arrested
in Madrid last week.
They say you threatened
the minister of the interior.
- I wanted to warn him.
- [officer] About?
It's complicated, but someone
is going to try to kill Palacios.
[officer] Are you in therapy?
Have you taken any drugs
in the last 24 hours?
- No.
- [officer] No, what?
- No therapy, or you haven't taken drugs?
- No to both.
You were discharged from the police force
because of alcohol. Is that right?
It's in my file.
Your attitude's not very helpful.
Quite the opposite.
It's making things worse.
A fellow officer was killed.
This is not a game.
If you'd called us
instead of playing hero,
Robledo would probably be alive right now.
[eerie music rises]
[foreboding, rhythmic music intensifies]
POLICE RECORD
[under breath] "156 Mirlo Street,
Los Pajaritos."
[Amparo] Was your inspector
a hard-ass too?
I mean, he treated me
more like a suspect than a witness.
It's a huge part of police work.
This is bullshit, Richi.
They're doing nothing.
- What's our next move?
- Go back to the hotel.
- I mean, for the case.
- Amparo, drop it for now. Please.
[Amparo] Dang it, Richi.
Carmen, I need you to get on the guy
who mugged the old geezer and took off.
Sorry. Mm. I'm still on Robledo.
- The Curro thing is off to Madrid.
- No.
- As soon as they heard the name Palacios
- You can't be serious.
I spent the entire weekend
looking at shoe prints.
What? While I was sunning at the beach?
You just gotta move on. Case closed.
What happened? You weren't like this.
How was I?
Like those two?
[Amparo] Come on, Richi!
We can't just drop it.
Couple of wackos.
He was a better cop than I was.
At first, I didn't really like the guy
because I got the impression
he was an uptight asshole.
But he was one of the good ones.
[scoffs] Fucking hell.
I dragged him into this shit,
and look how he ended up.
I wasn't Richi.
[Richi exhales]
Hey, hey. We have to get
into the cleaning lady's apartment.
- I'm sure she knew the killer.
- Just leave me out of this.
- Haven't you had enough?
- No.
Well, I'm done with it. It's over.
I'm not helping you anymore.
Rosa Fuentes lived in Los Pajaritos.
I saw the address in her file.
- You know that area's a hellhole?
- Yes, I do. And I'm going.
Perfect. Good luck.
You can show yourself out.
- All right. Stay here.
- [grunts, sighs]
- [bottle clinks]
- [door slams loudly]
[sinister music rises]
[music peaks, fades]
[GPS voice] Continue straight ahead.
[tense music playing]
In 20 meters, turn left.
Turn left here.
- [indistinct chatter]
- [dogs barking in distance]
[GPS voice] Turn right here.
Continue straight ahead.
You have arrived at your destination.
[nearby shouting]
[suspenseful music playing]
[guy] You got any spare change, lady?
No. I don't. Sorry.
- Larger bills, from the looks of you.
- Buddy, I'm not afraid of you, okay?
If you want to come after me, do it.
I'm in a hurry.
Hey, all I wanted was
a little money, okay?
You don't have to get all violent.
Listen, can you help me?
Do you know how to pick a lock?
- Do I look like MacGyver?
- I can pay you 50 to get it open.
I can't fuckin' open it.
I don't have a key, so I can't.
Come on. Why would you leave that there?
You're something else.
I don't know
Give me the cash,
and I'll show you another way.
[suspenseful music playing]
[dogs barking]
[Amparo] Is this it?
[guy] Did you think it was
the presidential palace?
She always leaves the door open
so the cats can come and go.
Do you have some kind of ladder?
[guy exhales sharply]
Hop on.
Come. Get on.
I don't wanna look at your panties.
I haven't gotten this thing up
in years. [laughs]
All right, fine.
- Okay, up you go. Yeah. Push off me.
- [grunting]
[both grunting]
- [guy] Go on. Almost.
- [straining]
[Amparo strains]
[groans, sighs]
- Are you good?
- [sighs] Yes. I got it.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Amparo gasps]
Oh, for fuck's sake.
[door creaks]
- [cat meows]
- [screams]
[cat meowing nearby]
[door opens]
- Why are you here?
- Why are you? This isn't your house.
I'm looking for the Chanel
I lent to my friend.
- What's a Chanel?
- Nothing. I make jokes when I'm nervous.
My buddies love a good laugh.
[chuckles] Come.
They really want to meet you.
What are you talking about?
- Let's get to know each other.
- [Amparo] No!
[suspenseful music swells]
[Amparo grunts, panting]
[guy] Come on! We just want to talk!
We're all in a really good mood
right now, sweetheart!
You don't want to ruin that.
- Open the door!
- [pounding on door]
[guy] Come on!
- Open the door, sweetheart!
- [loud banging continues]
[guy laughing]
[insistent knocking continues]
[chuckles] Open the door!
[rapping on door]
[Carmen] Amparo, open up.
Go away!
[Carmen] Relax, I'm a cop.
Open the fucking door!
Behind me. Glued to my ass.
My name's Carmen.
[softly] A pleasure.
[Carmen] Back up, all of you.
- Go on.
- We can take her.
You do not want to hurt us.
[tense music playing]
[Carmen] Let's go.
Stay where you are.
I told you. Stay away.
[under breath] Fuck. Shit.
- Leave us alone, okay?
- Hey!
- Relax. Up the stairs, now.
- [Amparo] Right.
- [woman] Get 'em!
- [Carmen] Don't move.
[neighbors shouting]
[Carmen] Silver car. Right here.
- This is it. Get inside.
- Just leave!
Get out of here!
You bitches! Fuck off!
Fucking cop bitches!
[tires squeal]
[neighbors clamoring angrily]
[tense music subsides]
We're good.
Now that we haven't been massacred,
you can tell me what possessed you
to come out here alone.
You did it. You had options.
Weren't you supposed
to call backup or something?
I followed you from the hotel,
but I'm not on duty.
Your husband died in an explosion,
and you were working with Robledo?
- Yes.
- I'm willing to help you.
If you're interested.
- Yes.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Cool.
[indistinct chatter]
[Carmen] This kid really has a thing
for the Curro, huh?
[Amparo] Look at the dates.
I doubt he's a kid.
- [Carmen] True.
- Look.
[Carmen] '95.
I was wondering
how much you know about him.
About who?
- Uh, Commissioner Robledo.
- Oh.
I'm not sure I know anything, really.
We only met last week.
Right. He never mentioned
if he was married
- No, he didn't.
- If he had a family
Mm. I don't know anything.
Right. I think we had
some kind of connection.
I was just wondering.
He was serious, meticulous
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
Not much got by him, either.
[Carmen] Ah.
Wait. There was a tape missing.
A friend and I and Robledo went
to the archives on the Expo.
And there was a box of tapes
from every day except one.
- Someone took it. To hide something.
- You're not busy right now, are you?
- [snoring]
- [eerie music playing]
[Richi, groggily] Fuck me.
Two of you?
All we're missing is
the hitchhiking ghost, for fuck's sake.
[unsettling music playing]
[speaking inaudibly]
- [Amparo] Antonio. You remember me, right?
- Uh, you're
[Amparo] It was dark, but I was here.
Unfortunately, I forgot the keys
to my apartment. You know?
I don't think so. Nobody brought keys
to the lost and found lately.
It's not the keys. It's the keychain.
My husband gave it to me.
It's very sentimental.
It'll be super quick.
I don't know what's happening.
I lose everything.
- I get it. I'm getting forgetful. [laughs]
- Really?
- Uh-huh. The other day, I lost my glasses.
- Mm-hmm.
I looked for at least an hour.
It turns out they're on top of my head.
Isn't that ridiculous?
- [Amparo] I do that.
- [Carmen] Me too.
[sighs] Now, this way.
I'm pretty sure we ended up
over there in those rows.
- Does that ring a bell? No?
- Mm-mm.
Up in there.
It's looking familiar. Let's see.
[Antonio] The cleaning crew's come by.
They didn't find anything.
[Amparo] You never know.
I'll take a look, just in case.
- Okay, I remember leaving my purse here.
- Mm.
And then we just started looking
into boxes. All of these.
Yes! These big doors.
What I did was set my purse down here.
A bit further.
And, um I looked around here.
- Then I went to have a cigarette.
- Are you serious?
I know I shouldn't.
Sometimes I smoke when I'm nervous.
So when I reached
into my purse, the keys fell out.
- Maybe you could look over there? Huh?
- [sighs]
- The next row? Thanks.
- I'll look. And I won't find a thing.
- Here goes.
- Look around. Check everywhere.
Did you see them? Have a good look.
[keys jangle]
Oh! Look, look, look!
- You see something in there?
- Yes.
- There. I see them.
- [Antonio] Sure?
When we heard the explosion,
we started running, I kicked them,
and they ended up in there.
- Stuck. You see? See?
- [Antonio] Yes, I do.
- [Amparo] It's them.
- But the problem is, um
They're too far.
We have to call maintenance.
I can't reach,
and I'm not allowed to move these alone.
I'm just a security guard.
I don't touch the stacks.
This stuff is historical.
- I can't go in there.
- [Amparo] I get it. It's your job.
- Reports to file.
- Yeah. But I can see them.
- I can't.
- Those are mine. Right there.
- No.
- We could try maintenance.
But first, I have an idea.
I'd do it myself,
but I kind of banged up my knee.
- Give it a try?
- All right. I get it.
- Use your crutch.
- I'll try. Yes.
- Fantastic. I appreciate it. Yes.
- Hold on.
I know you can.
I have a good feeling about this.
Bend down.
Yeah. Bend, and I think you'll be closer.
If you crouch down, it'll help.
- A little more. That should do it.
- More? I can't. No.
- Too much! A bit higher.
- [Antonio] It's too far. I can't.
You're so close.
I can tell. Maybe a bit higher.
- Reach in.
- I can't reach further.
I don't wanna lose my balance.
You're so, so close. No!
- No? Do you want me to get them out?
- Sorry. I'm excited you almost have them.
Please, keep doing that! You've got them.
- Get your hands on them.
- No, I already told you.
Just a little more effort. Yes! Yes!
Yes, yes! Yes! Yes, yes! You have them!
[both panting]
But it's too narrow.
We have to move the whole section.
Well, I'm happy to give it a shot.
Well, if you don't mind.
They haven't been greased.
- Show me how. Here?
- Yes.
- On three.
- Okay.
[grunts] Go.
I told you they haven't greased them.
[both straining]
- Push!
- [Amparo grunts]
There we go.
[stacks squeaking]
[Amparo] There.
- [sighs] Much better.
- [Antonio] Ah! My leg.
- [Amparo sighs]
- [Antonio groans]
- You got them.
- Good God. That was awful.
- [Amparo exhales]
- [Antonio groans]
Here's your keychain.
And your buddy's here. Thanks for nothing.
- Are you satisfied?
- Yes. I owe you, Antonio.
- Good.
- Yes.
Glad to hear it.
- You're an angel.
- Bye.
Thank you.
Bye.
So now what? These aren't much use.
I don't have anything to play them.
I'll have to get someone
at headquarters to help us out
I know a guy. He'll be able to help us.
[shop bell rings]
- DV tapes?
- [Amparo] Mm-hmm.
I can try to put it on a drive for you,
but no promises, okay?
- We need it this afternoon.
- This afternoon's impossible.
I have a business. I can't.
Minimum, a week to do these.
Don't want me to shut you down?
Make it work.
Shut me down?
For what infraction, officer?
- Racial profiling? Ever heard of that?
- Mm?
If I plug this shit in,
and it doesn't work,
I'll be up your ass
with a court order to shut you down.
I'm friends with the judge.
That'll be 19.95.
Why don't you bastards fuck off
into the light,
and leave me the fuck alone?
I I tried to help you to pay you back
for everything you did for me but now
I don't know if
if I'm still doing it for you.
[distorted tense music playing]
And I know that it's wrong.
I didn't want it to happen,
but that's that's what's happening.
And and that's it! And I've told you!
- Please go in peace!
- [Álvaro] Why are you drinking?
Because Because my life
is fucking miserable.
And because the only people around me
are fuckin' dead guys!
I mean, look at him!
You want some more?
My wife and daughter are gone.
Yes, but they didn't die
in a car accident.
- What accident?
- No, no, no.
You just shut it!
You're hardly even cold!
Why'd you lie?
Why did you say the wife and child died?
[Richi] I haven't lied to anyone.
I haven't lied.
I just want a shot of absinthe
and fuck everything else!
[wife] You've been drinking.
Only two beers.
The worst part is that you have the balls
to think you're okay to drive.
I can drive. Why are you always trying
to stir up the drama?
- Pull over.
- Mom doesn't want you driving.
I'm not pulling over in the rain, María.
- But I would rather drive. Pull over.
- Dad, please.
Jesus! Always making a scene, aren't you?
You live for this shit.
- Busting my balls in front of the kid.
- Stop! Can you pull over? Let me drive!
Keep your hands off the wheel!
[tires squeal]
[silence falls]
[sighs]
[breathing shakily]
That's all of them?
- You work here?
- I do. Each day, I despair a little more.
I'm on leave due to stress.
I'm sorry, but I've never been so tired.
Yeah, I hear you.
I just spent a week looking up sneakers,
and my boss said to drop it.
That was the trigger. [sighs]
Oh Let's see what we have on here.
Shit. Did you see the size of these files?
Five terabytes of video will take forever.
You like coffee?
I'll go get us some.
But what we should do
is put number seven drive in.
If the guy at the store did them in order,
it should be February of '92.
Eight is gone.
And that would be part of February.
Right.
[Amparo] Play that double speed,
like WhatsApp voice notes?
No. The other video.
Fast-forward again.
- More.
- [Carmen] Hold on.
[Amparo] Keep going.
How about we try going to the last file?
It would make more sense to go
to the part just before the missing video.
- What?
- You'd make a damn good detective.
Is that a party?
I'm getting some '90s stag vibe
or something.
- Strange.
- Creepy.
- [Amparo] Who is it?
- [Carmen] Maybe some random assholes.
[Amparo] They're leaving.
Play another video.
[Carmen] Jesus, they really are creepy.
Are those hookers?
I mean, it's not a judgment
or anything like that.
They're just clearly prostitutes.
The miniskirts, the shoes,
the purses, the overall look they have.
- It is what it is.
- [Amparo] And?
- That's it. Video's over.
- Hold on a second.
- Rewind it. Go back.
- Where? Which part?
No way.
- Carmen.
- Yeah?
Hang on. Look.
- [Carmen] Ah.
- [Amparo] It's them, isn't it?
[tense music playing]
[chuckles]
[both chuckle]
[indistinct chatter on TV]
[exhales]
Fuck.
[intense music playing]
PAID
- [Amparo] Okay, so this is Rosa.
- Right.
[Amparo] The poor woman's dead.
So now how do we find out
who the other two are?
Where to start?
I'm assuming that they're not
still working as hookers.
I mean, independent sex workers.
Don't you have
some kind of program or software
that does facial recognition
to show what people look like today?
Guess not.
That gives me an idea, though. Hold on.
- That's outside the Flamingo.
- What's that?
- It's a strip club and brothel.
- You know it?
Of course. It's been around.
Everyone knows it.
Do you have lipstick?
[intense music playing]
[dance music playing]
These bastards should all be neutered.
They make me fucking sick.
- I think I need a drink.
- Me too.
[Amparo] My treat.
- Hello.
- [bartender] Hey.
You're the two new girls from Albacete?
- I will have a whiskey coke. And you?
- Mm Vodka Red Bull.
I won't narc, but if the boss
sees you together, he'll be pissed.
Thanks. That's great.
- We're looking for these girls.
- [Carmen] Mm-hm.
Can you tell us who they are?
- You're not the girls from Albacete.
- Do you know who they are?
- It's about a significant inheritance.
- Uh-huh.
I've never seen them.
They're a bit older.
Picture them more like young grandmas.
- They worked here during the Expo.
- During the Expo?
I wasn't even born yet
when that shit was going on.
Honey? You new here?
- What's your name, sweetheart?
- Lulu.
How about we get a room, Lulu?,
and leave these lovebirds behind?
How about you two get
us a couple of drinks, hon?
- We'll get to know each other.
- All I wanna know is, can you fuck?
Are you regulars? You come here a lot?
Regular enough to know
that I want a piece of that ass.
[groans]
- Oh shit.
- He put his hand on my ass.
- Crazy bitch hit me!
- What's going on, Paco?
What's going on? Is your new whore
doesn't know the rules.
- [Amparo] Hey.
- It's time to go. Come on.
You know you can't touch
unless you pay, huh?
- Thank you.
- Thanks, my ass.
- You two, Jackie Chans, let's go.
- [Carmen] A second.
- After you. Come on.
- Where to?
- [guard 1] Ramiro wants to see you. Go.
- Huh?
[music fades]
PAY TO: RAMIRO EXPÓSITO LUENGO
OWNER OF A SEVILLE BROTHEL TO TRIAL
"I'M AN HONEST ENTREPRENEUR
LIKE ANY OTHER."
[under breath] Fucking sons of bitches.
- Boss?
- What?
You said you didn't want us
letting women in unless they work for you.
- You know that is unconstitutional?
- What is?
Discrimination, according to gender
or race or religion.
Are you one of those frigid feminists
from social services?
No. She's a lawyer.
[Amparo] Mm-hmm.
I represent the estate of Rosa Fuentes.
She worked at the Flamingo years ago.
She left a bit of money in her will.
We're having issues trying to find heirs.
[laughs] You got a set on you, sweetheart.
With your imagination,
I could triple my numbers here.
Don't even think
about touching me, Ramiro.
Listen.
This woman here.
You know her?
I don't know any of these girls.
The nun in the trench coat,
how does she fit in?
I'm an inspector.
I work in the Forensics Brigade
of the Seville Police, Homicide section.
And I'm Pope Francis. Nice to meet you.
- [group chuckles]
- [Carmen] Hmm.
My lawyer friend
and I will screw Your Holiness so hard
that those soft balls of yours
might finally drop down.
- First, show me your badge.
- I left it at home.
She's on medical leave for stress.
José, are you two pulling some prank?
Where'd you get these two?
February '92.
- It's him.
- It is!
- [Amparo] The Expo.
- It's him!
Take away their phones
and get rid of them. Now.
- [Carmen] Don't touch me!
- Move.
- [Amparo] You're hurting me. Hands off.
- [Carmen] Get off!
Hey! What are you doing? Let go!
- [both groan]
- [tense music playing]
Do you know what the penalty is
for killing police officers?
And if you have a record, it's worse!
They'll put you away forever.
Shut your fucking mouth.
I can give you money.
My husband had shares.
Just name your price.
- Jesus!
- [Amparo] Please! I have a son!
- [electricity crackles]
- [Carmen grunts]
- [electricity crackles]
- [guard 1 groans]
- [electricity crackles]
- [guard 2 groans]
[guard 1 panting]
- [electricity crackles]
- [guard 1 groans]
- [Carmen strains]
- [guard 1 groans]
We gotta go! Come on!
Holy shit. [panting]
- Jesus.
- What was that?
At the academy, I was the worst fighter,
so I took a self-defense class.
500 big ones.
It was money well spent.
I'm sorry I got you into this.
I'm not. I'm having
the time of my life. [laughs]
- Hey.
- What?
There's a woman looking at us.
What are you doing here? Hmm?
What do you want?
- [Amparo] Look.
- Not here.
- These girls.
- It's dangerous.
[tense music playing]
[gate opens]
[grunts, groans]
[music intensifies]
[yelps]
Richi
[gasps] Richi, for the love of God.
I'm trying not to be seen
since you're supposed to be dead, right?
[panting]
I thought you were that psycho
coming for me.
I want to discuss Ramiro Expósito.
Ramiro who?
The scumbag who owns most strip clubs
and brothels in Andalusia.
That Ramiro.
I haven't had the pleasure.
Ramiro Expósito Luengo.
Not long after the end of the Expo,
this guy got 100 million pesetas.
- Why's that?
- It wasn't exactly like that.
- The bill's for creating a webpage.
- [laughs]
It was big then.
I'm not here to shoot the breeze.
I'm not an idiot.
The owner of a strip club,
expert webmaster?
- I don't know who approved the invoice.
- For fuck's sake. [laughs]
[sighs]
Look at the signature.
Doesn't ring any bells? Hmm?
You don't wanna talk?
Have it your way.
End of story.
I'll just take this chair
out to the street.
Where everyone can see you're alive.
Now, in case you've forgotten,
there's a killer
who can't wait to see you.
When he does, he'll put a Curro
up your asshole and roast you.
Quite the picture.
But in the end,
this is your fucking problem, isn't it?
I couldn't care less.
You can never tell anyone
what I'm about to tell you.
[woman] Margarita Rosa
and Azucena María González Vargas.
Me. We were always together.
Everyone thought it was funny
all three of us were named after flowers.
Oh. We took this picture on our third day
in Seville to show our families
how well we're doing here.
Our employers brought us from Colombia.
I knew what we were here for.
Rosa kinda knew.
But our poor Marga
She thought she was gonna be
a waitress in a fancy club.
The guys running the club
didn't like the girls sticking together.
The more alone we were, the better.
But we were friends.
We were always there for one another.
And when Marga had a customer,
we'd make sure
that her son wasn't left alone.
In here.
[moaning and panting nearby]
What are you reading?
- [Victoria] Those guys lived like kings.
- None for me, thanks.
They were partying almost every night.
I'm not talking about the restaurants
I got invited to once in a while.
That was nothing.
Marijuana cocaine
I was just a lowly assistant.
You've already said that a few times,
Mr. Victoria.
When new partners or potential promoters
would come into town
they got them prostitutes.
It wasn't good or bad, it was
all part of doing business in those days.
One night, to celebrate
I don't recall what,
they made the girls come to them.
- [laughing]
- [inhales]
There was enough cocaine
to make a ski slope.
How much longer?
- Ten minutes.
- Another ten minutes?
- Patience is a virtue.
- All right.
- I like whores who take their time.
- [group laughs]
- Oh!
- [all cheer]
That's how you open a bottle of champagne
you can afford to waste!
- Am I pouring you one?
- Congrats, Fernando.
You're on your best behavior.
You get seconds.
We want you to let loose.
Have fun for once.
- He's gonna finish even faster than you!
- [all laugh]
You like it hard, don't you?
- [exclaims]
- Crazy fucker!
- [all laugh]
- [Zamorano] You're an animal.
- [Granjero] Listen.
- [Zamorano] What?
[Granjero] We'll wear these
so they don't recognize us.
Don't be leaving me the ugly one
like last time, assholes.
Put this on. That way,
you won't be the ugly one.
I'm gonna bring the bottle.
[Valcárcel] One for the road! [laughs]
[Palacios] Showtime!
[Zamorano] I can't see shit
with this thing on.
[door closes]
[Victoria] Ramiro always accompanied
the girls.
[Azucena] That night,
they brought all three of us.
And since Marga didn't have
anyone to leave her son with,
she had to bring him along.
I'm not running a fuckin' daycare.
Why the hell didn't you leave
the boy at the club?
What the fuck, girls?
It's done now. Just move on.
Come on. Go on! Get a move on.
Not you, idiot.
You stay with me. Your mom's working.
[tense music playing]
- [Zamorano] Let's do this.
- [Granjero] There they are. About time.
[Zamorano] Only three? We gotta share.
[Granjero] That was last-minute.
[Valcárcel] Hey, assholes. Not so fast.
I'm not gonna be the one to miss out.
[tense music playing]
[Palacios] The brunette is mine.
[Azucena] They were a big deal
because they were all wearing masks.
- So we couldn't see their faces.
- [Zamorano] I like that one.
Hola.
[Palacios] You come with me, honey.
You're stuck with me a little while.
I'll show you a place with better birds.
- Move it. Go on.
- [Palacios] We're gonna have a good time.
- [Valcárcel] Oh yeah. Great!
- [Granjero] No, I like this better.
[Palacios] Take a look at this.
It's nice, huh?
The Pavilion of Discoveries.
[Zamorano] Yeah!
- [Palacios] Come in.
- [Granjero] You're hot. Take that off.
- [Valcárcel] That's it. Closer.
- You like champagne?
- Yeah? You like that?
- [Granjero] A drink?
[Valcárcel] Pour her a drink.
[Palacios] Take off your jacket.
[tense music playing]
- [slapping]
- [laughing]
[Palacios] Gentlemen,
we are heading upstairs.
[sighs] Isn't it beautiful?
[chuckling] There's hope,
progress, success, achievement,
dream, change!
Welcome to the Expo of 1992!
[laughs]
[sighs]
Come over. This way.
[grunting]
On the table. Doggy style.
[grunting]
[tense music rising]
[laughing]
[moaning]
[Palacios groaning]
- [Granjero] What's going on?
- What the hell?
- [Zamorano] What was that?
- You stay here. Both of you.
[tense music playing]
[Zamorano] What the fuck happened,
Esteban?
[Palacios panting]
When it happened, I wasn't even
in the room. That's the truth.
The minister I understand
a few more things now.
- [Victoria] When I saw
- [Palacios] Fernando?
She's dead, sir.
[Victoria] I couldn't believe it.
[both panting]
What? Why are you running?
- Come on. We need to move.
- Marga!
Come on! To the parking lot! Hurry up!
[Azucena] They put us all in a car
to go back to the club except Marga.
- But, Marga!
- Rosa, we need to move.
All five of us just stared at the girl.
They didn't know what to do.
If the story got out,
everything would go to shit.
- All of our jobs, the Expo
- An accident.
- Get that straight.
- And our lives.
- Where's Mama?
- Stay with us, Víctor!
- Where is she?
- Come here.
Get in the car. Come on!
Hurry up. You! Come here!
We went to the only person
who could make it go away.
- Get in!
- [Víctor] I don't want to!
[Víctor crying]
[tires squeal]
Oh. [sighs]
[Victoria] He agreed to help us
in exchange for a huge amount of money.
You can all go home.
I got it. I'll call you later.
Get out.
[music fades]
Esteban, out.
We'd already blown
the entire budget for the Expo.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Victoria] To pay him off, we had to ask
the government for the money.
He came up with the idea
of sabotaging the ship.
[crowd cheering] Curro! Curro! Curro!
Yeah!
[crowd] Curro! Curro!
Curro! Curro! Curro! Curro!
[control beeps]
[crowd screaming]
[hull creaking]
It was the perfect occasion
to talk to the minister.
But when he told us we were on our own
[tense music playing]
Burning down the pavilion
killed two birds with one stone.
The government coughed up the money,
and it allowed us to cover up
all traces of the dead girl.
- [music fades]
- [Victoria] Don't look at me like that.
We all have skeletons in our closets, son.
I followed the orders I was given.
That's the last time
we ever saw our friend.
And her son?
We tried to keep him with us.
He ran off to find her.
Back to the Expo?
- [sirens wailing]
- [Rosa] Víctor! Víctor!
[gasps] Víctor!
What happened to you?
[Azucena] Rosa took care of him.
She was better than me.
[somber music playing]
And he changed her life.
[sniffles]
[low, suspenseful music playing]
MR. PALACIOS
MR. PALACIOS
PAY
[sighs]
- Oh my God, you're filming this?
- [groans]
[tense music swells]
- [clattering]
- [music fades]
[breathing shakily]
[tense music playing]
Come on, kid. It's this way.
I don't have all night. Come on! Move it.
You'll get to see something no one's seen.
What's the matter?
You scared to go down there?
[laughs]
Come on.
[tense music pulsing]
See? What did I tell you?
You hang out in here
till your mom's finished.
Just don't break anything.
[eerie vocals rise]
[glass shatters]
[gasps]
[Rosa] Víctor!
- Where's my mom?
- Your mother's busy. Go on!
[dance music playing]
Have you seen my mom?
Mom! Mom!
Mom! Mom!
[tense music playing]
- Now what?
- [Rosa] What?
- [Azucena] How do we tell him?
- Shh!
- We need
- What? How do you tell me what?
Nothing.
[tense music building]
[yelps, sobbing]
[screams]
[music swells]
[screams]
[flames whoosh]
[screaming]
[music fades]
[sirens approaching]
[tense music playing]
[groans]
[moans continue]
[gentle music playing]
[crying] Mom, heaven's waiting.
You can go, Mom.
Ten
Nine
Eight Seven
- [Ramiro] Stay in there!
- Six
Five
[screaming]
[groans weakly]
[laughter echoes]
[inhales]
[tense music rising]
[tense music swells]
[music fades]
[somber closing theme playing]
[dreary closing theme music fades]
Subtitle translation by:
Soledad Etchemendy