Brigada Costa del Sol (2019) s01e13 Episode Script

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES I've already been in hell a couple of times.
You get a little charred, but it also has its joys.
But when you jump into the fire, you rarely fall in alone.
You always drag someone else into hell.
WELCOME TO TORREMOLINOS We found Roque lying here with a shoulder injury.
His attacker was probably the guy we found lying there.
Francisco Javier Calleja Garmilla, alias Jibia.
-We've never heard of him.
-Yes, we have.
He was at Uncle Vinegar's, remember? I nearly caught him.
But he wasn't just a peddler.
He drank whiskey with the bosses.
-But they ended up fighting.
-Not really fighting.
I would say this was probably a trap.
-Are you Colombo now, Hippie? -Really, go over to the bathroom.
Let's see.
We found Alsi's bodyguard lying here, he'd been shot in the neck from where you're standing.
That was Atila! Quite possibly.
And knowing your friend, he probably set them a trap with help from that guy over there.
-Jibia? -Yeah.
What if he's the guy who's missing on your board? -The big boss.
-No.
I doubt a boss would start loading and unloading vans.
I don't see it.
-Yes, Lucas.
-Jibia called Uncle Vinegar and said: "My boss says he made arrangements with yours.
" See? There you have it.
Lucas, since you're so studious, here.
See if you can find anything on Jibia and his boss.
Guys, let's get back to the station.
-Leo's bringing Roque over.
-I doubt he's in a hurry.
We keep running into each other.
The guardian angel at the disco became a cop's whore.
That's quite a career.
What are you hiding here? Oh.
What's this? I'm no expert, but that's not nougat.
Does your boyfriend know about this? Or is this your little secret? Huh? Reyes! Where are you? May I help you? -Hello? -Hello.
Who am I speaking to? Who do you want to speak to? Isn't this the hair salon? No.
Wrong number.
Where is he? Mom! Calm down.
I brought the local newspaper, here you go.
-Can I keep the change? -Yes.
-Mom? -Yeah.
Are you and Dad splitting up? What are you talking about? Why would you think that? Dad missed Christmas Eve, and the TV said divorce is legal now.
You watch too much TV, that's the problem! Your dad was working.
That's too bad, I wanted to have two homes.
Go down to the storage room and get Mommy a bottle of gin, OK? OK.
CHRISTMAS EVE SLAUGHTER ATILANO PENA WANTED BY THE POLICE Not bad! We only have one left to go.
And that guy up there.
He's the key to the whole business.
So, instead of catching Atila, I have to go after a ghost? I'll try to pressure Roque, but until we catch that guy, the case is open.
No one escapes the Grade-A Brigade, we'll catch the Englishman.
By the way, my mom wanted to have you over to celebrate the holidays and all that.
Say hi to the cripple.
Terrón, go get them! Will do.
Fuck, this is so gross, man.
So it's back on the streets to find informants.
We haven't seen Paquito in a while.
-That's true.
-Do you have another informant? You have another informant.
OK, I talked to someone about the Englishman.
Why didn't you say so? What did they say? A bunch of lies, what else? He even gave me a false address.
Right.
And why didn't you tell me? No reason, Bruno.
Maybe if I pressure him, he'll talk.
-You want me to pressure him? -No, my informants are mine.
No way! What was that name? Fuck.
Wait a second.
Hippie! -I brought Roque, your favorite cripple.
-He's here? They're helping him upstairs.
He's in terrible shape, but the doctor took no pity.
-Hello? -Leo, it's Lucas.
-Tell me, Lucas.
-The business was in Jibia's name.
I could've guessed that.
Guess who he bought it from just six months ago? -Alfredo Pacheco Ortiz.
-Who's that? I talked to my cousin at the Register.
It turns out Fredo Pacheco Ortiz's sister owns the Camelot, María Elena Pacheco Ortiz.
That's Reyes' wife.
Good job, Lucas.
Thanks, Leo.
Take care of Roque.
I'll be right back.
-Everything OK? -Yeah, everything's great.
Hey, Carmelo! -Look at him! -I'll get him.
Come over here! What do you want? I haven't told anyone, I swear! You'd better not have.
I'll rip your tongue out! Leave me alone! I don't want to be seen with you.
Remember the address you gave me? It's an empty lot! You lied like a fucking faggot! You're just like me.
-You just don't-- -Faggot! -Everyone relax! -Fuck! Police! Go about you're business, it's OK.
What's the matter, Carmelo? Carmelo! Terrón's a little rough.
All right.
Good thing I'm here now.
He once made a guy swallow a spoon.
And he can be very convincing with a corkscrew, too, you know.
Come on, go ahead and talk now.
-I told him everything.
-Now you're going to tell me.
I went to a party at the Englishman's.
-It was very open.
-What do you mean, 'open'? Everyone was making out.
In couples, in trios.
You know, free love.
-I don't know, do you? -Why the fuck would I know? See? Come on, go on.
I agreed to meet a Swiss guy, but I entered the wrong room, and it was full of hashish.
-Did you meet the Englishman? -The party revolved around him.
He was with a guy and a blonde girl.
They were really getting it on.
Were you scandalized? When I found the Swiss guy, we left, and we went-- You can skip that part.
Give me the address.
Give me the fucking address! Calm down.
Listen, Carmelo, tell me.
Tell me the address, come on.
Just me.
Nogales Apartments, 3B.
But your friend is a faggot.
-Would you like a drink? -No.
My husband's away.
I thought you'd be busy at this time of year.
We are, but the thing is He's visiting family.
-That's what Christmas is for.
-Of course.
Is your brother coming to visit you? -Do you know Fredo? -I've seen him around.
Didn't he have a motorcycle rental business? He did, but the thing is I haven't heard from him in ages.
We don't really get along.
Why's that? There's a black sheep in every family.
That's true.
Some even have more than one.
I'm sure you've heard what happened.
Yes, I read it in the paper.
It's "The Godfather" in Torremolinos.
You don't think my brother's involved? He's always been a good-for-nothing loser, but He's a good person.
Did you have a share in the business? Us? We have enough with this place.
No.
Did you know the new owner, Jibia, was killed in the shoot-out? Yes, I read that.
And there's another culprit you know involved.
Atila Pena? Any news about him? It's interesting that this man keeps stalking your family.
Yeah.
You tell me.
If you see your brother, tell him I'd like to speak to him.
-No, we're not calling the police! -Why not? I said no, that's that.
He's waking up.
Who has evidence against him? He kills everyone.
-The cops would let him out in a year.
-And then he'll come get us.
Why would they let him out in a year? Aren't they out to get him? Anyone trafficking more than half a kilo is after this jerk.
What should we do? -Are two you crazy? -We can't set him free! It's either him or us! Maybe there's an easier way.
-Who did you say was looking for him? -The Moor.
Alsi.
And he's offering a reward.
That settles it.
We'll hand him over to the Moor, let him do the dirty work.
And we'll even make some money.
OK.
But cover his face, I don't want to see him.
I went in, and these gentlemen were waiting to attack me.
Good thing I had my shotgun.
-It's licensed.
-Yeah.
I'm not sure if I hit anyone.
In my condition, Inspector -You are an Inspector, right? -Yes.
Inspector Pulido.
I'm surprised they'd make someone like you Inspector.
Yeah, the country is falling apart.
Let's see.
Over the past month, you've been using your company to sell hashish I don't know what that is.
I closed the business weeks ago.
Yeah, right when we arrested him, him, and this man.
Well Maybe I sold them fodder, but I don't recognize them.
Maybe.
Maybe you'll remember them when you see them in jail.
Maybe.
Have they testified against me? I don't know what to tell you.
If you threatened to kill them, they'll think twice before talking.
Did you also threaten to kill your two lovers? -What? -Sonia and Elvira.
They met recently.
They didn't like each other.
That's too bad.
Sonia was hiding you in her shop.
Was I there when you got there, Inspector? I honestly don't know what you're talking about.
Put him in a cell.
Look, Roque Velarde, you're going to jail.
My question is, are you really going to pay alone and let your partner, the Englishman, off the hook? Inspector Pulido! I don't know any Englishman.
Your informant fooled us again! Nice apartment, I should look into it now that I don't have a family.
Haven't you made up with Charo? I can't.
I have someone else on my mind.
Just forget Owlet, isn't she with Leo? Yes, and I respect that.
But she's still on my mind.
At least you know what you want.
Yeah.
You should break up with the virgin.
You have no children, no commitments.
If you're not convinced, why bother? Huh? If she's not what you want, who am I to tell you it's wrong? If you want to I don't know.
Everyone likes trying new things.
Not that I'm one to give advice.
Shut up and come over here! -What do you think? -Shit! I could kiss your informant.
Wait! You're alive! Yeah.
Things have been complicated these days.
You have your own life.
I just wanted to see you.
You weren't at the disco.
I can't go to Madrid with you.
-Do you a better plan here? -No.
That's perfect.
I'm not going either.
-I turned down the job.
-Really? Well Look, I'm not going to chase after you.
I know, I like that.
If only you weren't a cop.
-I don't mind if you're a thief.
-Don't say that, Leo! Well, all right.
-I'll see you around.
-Sure.
Fuck.
-He's gone.
-What took you so long? What? We put him inside the van.
Get in, squirt.
Roque's a tough cookie.
He knows no one will talk and he can claim self-defense.
The Camelot's owners have something to do with this.
-Right, Lucas? -Yes.
-Any leads? -Not yet.
Those people are very slick.
Roque has no known address.
He slept in a new bed every night, for security reasons, like Fidel Castro.
I'm sure that was why.
No bank account, either.
He can't put drug money in the bank, can he? -But he also has a lawful business.
-Capital flight.
We can't find his money, his house, or his partner.
The bastard's got a great hideout.
Wait! -What did Roque's girlfriend do? -She's an orthopedist.
-The other one, the stewardess.
-Oh, yeah! -On the ferry to Tangier.
-Damn! Find the number, let's hurry.
Hurry! And in the city center, we have a living nativity scene, featuring students from a local school.
Strong winds more arrests in connection with the so-called Christmas Slaughter, a shoot-out at a motorcycle rental shop that ended with three people dead.
Police say it looks like a settling of scores Will this take long? I have to board the boat by 2 p.
m.
That's precisely what I wanted to talk about.
Don't worry.
This won't take long.
What ferry routes do you work on? Algeciras-Tangier, I told you.
How about Tangier-Gibraltar? Yes, that too.
Do you visit Gibraltar often? Of course, we always have a few hours off there.
What's it like? Since they closed the border, it's off-limits to Spaniards.
It's feels like you're suddenly in England.
-Do you have friends there? -What? No.
No? Relatives? People have family on either side.
No.
Why so much clothing, Elvira? Will you be gone more than one night? Each shift I work four nights in a row.
Just curious, how many outfits is that? Three Four.
Three? Or four? I don't know.
-Can we see them? -No, please! It's women's clothing! It's a big suitcase for just four outfits.
I'll miss the ferry.
Do you mind? Thank you.
You're right, Elvira.
You're going to miss the ferry.
I can't drive with you two here.
-Can't one of you go in the back? -Are you crazy? You go in the back! I'll drive.
-What if the cops pull us over? -Don't jinx things! Police! Hide! That's not fucking funny! Come on! It was just a joke.
Don't worry, the Moor's hotel is nearby.
Shit! -Shit, we got a flat! -Stop it with the jokes! No, I'm serious.
I'm going to pull off the road.
I took money to Gibraltar once or twice a month.
Roque has an account in one of those banks that hide money.
-You know.
-Yes, capital flight.
-That's right.
-What about his partner? I only just met him a week ago.
On one of my trips, he was waiting for me at the port.
-The Englishman.
-Yes.
I'd heard of him, but he's not really English, he talks like a normal person, just like you and me.
Maybe it's his looks.
-What looks? -He's modern.
He looks like a singer.
And why was he waiting for you? He said the police were after them and that it was dangerous to put the money in the bank.
What did he suggest? He kept the money that day, and the other two days I've gone since.
-Does Roque know about this? -I don't know.
I didn't get to tell him.
He was hiding with that other woman all month.
And where were you going with all this money? Were you going to give it to the Englishman? I was going to keep it.
If Roque can open an account there, why can't I? I couldn't even do that right! Gibraltar, gentlemen.
It's 100 km from here.
So near and so far.
Pass it on, Lucas.
Closed borders, no diplomatic relations, no roads, telephone lines, or ferries from Spain Only from Morocco.
Only people like Roque's girlfriend can enter legally.
Ex-girlfriend.
The crew on commercial boats and ferries from Tangier.
The stewardess is charming, but that's not why Roque was with her.
No, and it was a good plan.
But we discovered a weak point.
-What is it? -The Englishman is cheating him.
Oh We're fucked! We're fucked! -Don't you have a spare? -It's at the shop! Shit, Chino! -I had to make room for a load.
-Great, now what do we do with him? You tell me, you got us into this mess! Chino! I'm sorry.
-We'll find a solution.
-You're right.
You should leave.
You're risking your lives for me.
-What are you saying, Owlet? -That's not true, I owe it to you.
I owe it to you because I haven't really been there for you since your father died.
Plus, you always said we should leave La Carihuela, that we should fight to be more than the shit under someone's shoe.
I'll go get the spare.
Hey! Long time no see! It's incredible how patient you people are.
That's our job.
We have to piece together the whole jigsaw puzzle.
Go ahead and sit.
What? It's nice, huh? Look, I need to go back to the hospital.
The wound is starting to hurt.
Yeah.
We'll get you a painkiller.
Don't worry.
Please have a seat.
Thank you.
Since I was a boy, I've had.
A bit of a pain in this foot.
What's up? Mr.
Roque Velarde, we've been investigating and we discovered that you have an account at a bank in Gibraltar.
You're not afraid your women, customers, and workers will talk.
Is that right? But there is one thing you're scared of.
Dogs.
-Maybe he's got other fears.
-Yeah, of other dogs.
-Atila.
-Him, too.
But what I meant was, losing his money.
I don't see how I could.
It can get lost on the way to the bank.
That bitch.
You deserve to have your girl steal from you, but it wasn't her.
The Englishman has been intercepting your money.
He keeps it.
The Englishman betrayed you.
He's smart.
He's got one foot on either side of the border.
And he's probably bribing British border guards, am I right? He wouldn't be the first to bribe the police.
He comes and goes, and transports hashish from Tangier here in minutes.
If there's any problem, he has the perfect hideout: the Rock of Gibraltar, where you keep your money, right? What? Are you afraid of him? Don't fuck with me, Capitano.
-Or whatever your name is.
-You're going to learn my name, just like the bastards who want me dead.
I'm not talking.
All right.
Elvira, your fiancée, or whatever she is, is going to testify against you.
At the very least, you'll be convicted of capital flight.
Plus drug possession, dealing, homicide, and criminal association.
-With all that, you still won't talk? -No.
Lucas, get a van.
Send him to the port penitentiary.
No, wait! Roque We got off on the wrong foot.
Son of a bitch.
Call us when you've thought it over.
-Let's go.
-Give me back my leg! The leg is evidence.
Let's go.
Hi, handsome! You look familiar.
Have we fucked? No.
But you're going to do me a favor.
But we're here to fuck, right? No, not exactly.
See, I need cash.
-Forget it.
-No, wait, let me explain.
I have a lot of money.
But I have a problem and I can't go get it.
I need you to go instead.
It's all legal and very simple.
You'll go to my office, open a drawer, and bring me my traveler's checks.
I'll cash the checks and give you 10,000 pesetas.
-And that's all? -That's all.
-Without fucking? -Without fucking.
20,000.
Come over here.
The cops are there! -What's wrong? -The cops are here.
OK! -I need to get my spare; it's inside! -No, Chino.
-Someone killed Jibia and the Moor.
-Alsi? -It's not like he's your cousin.
-Fucking hell! Let's go, man.
-Hey! -What? I need a tire for the van.
-What for? -Get me a tire! -Here's to the child in the manger.
-Cheers to you all! Charo! -I can't have anymore.
-It's too sweet.
I forgot dessert! You know, I was so drunk What are you doing here? Go in the living room! It's a special meal, don't let me see you pout! I'll go toast with you.
I was drunk as a skunk.
From up there, Torremolinos looked huge.
I looked back and saw a car coming.
It had the high beams on, I was blinded.
And then, boom, boom! Two shots.
Fucking hell! I took out my gun and Shooting like crazy.
-The car skids away.
-I don't know how you can stand this.
-You're a bunch of masochists.
-Shut up, you brat! So I'm standing there screaming, "I'll take you all on!" I feel something burn and my legs grow weak.
"What's wrong with me?" I think.
"Why did I drink whiskey instead of gin?" So then I looked down and saw the damage I had a huge hole full of blood.
-There was a puddle of blood.
-Please! Come on, Mom, I'm here! I'm OK now! I fell on the ground and thought: "I'm about to die.
" So I thought, "I may as well smoke a cigarette before I die.
" I mean, I literally almost died lighting that cigarette.
But you know what? I smoked it.
-You smoked a cigarette? -I smoked a cigarette.
-Smoke another one now! -Of course! Of course You know your brother, don't get upset.
That's why I'm upset.
Whenever he talks about that, I get so anxious.
Dying sucks.
I should know.
-Vicky, if you need to talk.
-Not right now, Martin.
Tell me something fun.
Fun? I can tell you about my fascinating work life.
-OK, talk about your job.
-Hey! I see a lot of funny stuff at the station! -Oh, yeah? -Yeah.
I don't know, let me think.
Hold on.
We arrested a man recently called Roque the Dog Guy.
But it turns out this guy hates dogs.
-That's funny.
-A little bit.
In fact, it gets even more interesting.
Because we arrested his orthopedic leg first.
We have the leg in the office, like a trophy.
Yolanda! Owlet! Sole! Let her go.
Don't move.
You'll hurt yourself with that thing.
Put the gun down.
Put it down, or I'll break her neck! Step back.
Chino! Chino! Look at me! Hey! Look at me, Chino! I'm here! Calm down.
-Owlet.
-What? -Maybe now you'll forgive me.
-What for? The tires! Don't close your eyes! Look at me! Hey, that's enough.
You! You're coming with me.
Let's go.
CHRISTMAS EVE SLAUGHTER ATILANO PENA WANTED BY POLICE Hey! You! -Sorry.
-What are you doing here? -No.
-Who are you? This isn't what it looks like, I swear! The owner sent me here, he said to come get some checks, he needs money.
-How do you know my husband? -Your husband? Is he hiding from the police? It doesn't matter, really.
I'll be dead silent.
I swear on my daughter's life.
Please! Please don't hurt me.
It's going to be hard to focus after drinking all that cava.
Roque's going to sing after that talk we had, you'll see.
I can't find Jibia's boss.
-Get that, Lucas.
-Got it.
-Can I bum a cigarette? -Sure, they're in my jacket.
Police, may I help you? Yes.
Bruno! It's for you.
Hello? -Who is it ? -Bruno.
Owlet? I need to see you.
Where are you? -At Valverde Station.
-What are you doing there? I put my finger on the map to choose a destination.
I want you to keep your promise.
I'll be right there.
Let's go.
Attention passengers If you scream, I'll throw you on the rails.
The last train from Malaga to Cordoba is about to reach the station.
Terrón, anything on the Englishman? Just the stash we found this morning.
And this stinky cap.
-How did you find him? -My informant.
Can't you pressure him to find out more? I can't.
That's all he knows! OK.
What the fuck? -What the fuck are you doing here? -How fucking dare you? I thought you were dead and you left me for some whore! What are you talking about? -The whore! The traveler's checks! -No! -Nothing happened! -I'm not stupid! I hired her to help me cash my traveler's checks.
-What's the cash for? -I need to hide for a while.
-Atila wants to kill me.
-Oh, great! -You hide so he can kill me! -No! Atila is after me! You're doing a great job hiding! The whore knows everything and she can go tell the cops! -The whore won't talk.
-Did she say that? Did she give you her word as a whore? -You're an idiot! -Please listen to me! Look at me.
-I'm protecting you.
-Right.
I'm protecting you and Antonito.
You'd be in danger if I went near you.
Give me the checks and go home.
Your little friend's bringing the checks.
-She'll be here any minute.
-Why didn't you bring them? What's this? We can't leave any loose ends.
Where are you going? Huh? Kill me! Kill me already! I swear if I get out of here, I'll kill you! You don't think I'd do it? Neither did your brother, and he ended up sniffing rat poison with a bullet in his gut.
What did you say? If you touch me, I'll kill you too! You? Why? -You killed my father.
-Who was your father? I'm Owlet.
Owl! Owl! No! Owl! I can't fucking believe this! It's all that bastard's fault! Let's go! That was quick.
Did you cash the checks? Olé! Those are my kind of greenbacks! It's 20,000.
You are not to say a word about this.
Your wife caught me.
That's your problem, I'll be dead silent.
But we didn't talk about the police.
What about the police? I saw you with that thug who's in all the papers.
The police are interested.
-Are you threatening me? -No.
I'm not threatening you, honey.
But you have a lot of money, and I have a little girl to feed.
-10.
000 more, get out of here.
-Thank you! Are you coming or staying? Coward.
Sole Padilla called, the dancer from the Camelot.
-Yolanda's friend? -Yes.
A guy was just shot at Remo Beach.
-Who? -Chino, he's critical.
Let's go.
Hello? Inspector Pulido, the port penitentiary is calling.
-Should I put you through? -Go ahead.
You win.
Sorry? You win.
-But I want to know what I'm getting.
-We'll issue a favorable report, but I can't promise anything, the judge rules.
I don't gamble! You want me to make a blind bet! Well, you'd get something out of it.
At least your partner would no longer be cheating you.
It's a deal.
What a bitch! Owlet.
My brother didn't kill your father and neither did I.
Hey! Listen to me.
We didn't even know him.
He was friends with our partners.
This loser called Dandy, and another guy you know well, your boss at the Camelot, Reyes.
Your father had our stash and he was robbed, or he cheated us, what's the difference? We fought.
My brother's knife ended up in Reyes' hands and he got punched.
He probably struck back without thinking.
Owl! Owl! Owl! Or maybe he knew what he was doing.
Who knows? Straight to the lungs.
He didn't tell you this, did he? You can take revenge in another life.
Bruno! Calm down.
-Are you OK? -Yes.
Are you sure? Stop! Leo! Atila took Owlet away in Chino's van.
What? Where? -That way.
-How long ago? I don't know, half an hour? Hurry! Come on, step on it! Shit! Remember that phone call Bruno got? -How long ago was that? -Half an hour, why? I think it was Owlet.
-Fuck.
-He said something like Velarde -Valverde! -That's it! The station! Let's go! Go ahead.
Shoot! Of course, you bastard, just like you at the viewpoint.
What? Bruno! Yolanda! Are you all right? It's OK, it's over.
It's over, you hear me? Yes.
I'm calling to accept the job.
I'll be there tomorrow.
At 9 a.
m.
That's perfect.
Thank you.
Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! HAPPY HOLIDAYS How is he? What did they say? Go to hell, kid! What have we gotten out of this? Why were we pretending to be who we're not? That's not who we are, we're from La Carihuela! What have we gotten? Chino's got a bullet wound and I You and I will always be shit on a shoe, kid.
They've been operating for two hours.
He's critical.
Why did Chino apologize to me, Franchi? All right! Congratulations! -Are you OK, Bruno? -I'm a little sore.
Hey! Cheer up, man! Your nightmare is over! -He didn't do it, Hippie.
-What? He's not the one who shot me.
OK, don't worry about that now.
We have more good news.
Roque's coming over.
He's agreed to snitch on the Englishman.
-All right, damn it! -Yeah.
Boss! -You'd better get it.
-Everything OK? Hello? Speaking.
What are you talking about? He was just fine a few hours ago! Of course you're opening an investigation! If you don't open one, I will! You hear me? Yeah, sure.
Roque fell in the shower and broke his neck, he's dead.
Just when he was about to come in and declare against the Englishman.
Fucking hell! What should we do now? -Where are you going? -It turns out you were right, Hippie.
-There's a snitch among us.
-Fuck you, man! Bruno, don't believe this lunatic! -Boss-- -Shut up, Lucas.
Let's see if you have the balls to accuse me! That's enough.
I've thought a lot about it, Terrón.
You have a secret informant.
That day at the hospital, you insisted on interrogating him and you didn't write up a report! -It was irrelevant! -Sure.
-Why did you free him? -Because he's my informant! Look, I met the informant.
He's a harmless little fairy, really, Hippie.
All right.
Isn't it a bit suspicious that Terrón wanted to quit while Bruno was dying? -Is it a problem that he's gay? -Not at all.
-Then? -Then who are you covering for? For me.
Me.
I've been smoking dope since I got shot.
His informant was my supplier.
The faggot is a good contact.
With all that deal with Cifuentes, we kept it hushed.
That's all, OK? That is all.
What? So now I'm the snitch? No, I hope your ego forgives me.
-I found nothing suspicious about you.
-You investigated me? Fuck! What, Hippie? After ruling you out, there's only one option left.
I'm the snitch.
That's impossible! I'm the only one who's been talking openly about the case.
-You're not, I have too.
-That's true.
-Sorry, Terrón, I had to rule you out.
-Sure, fuck you, man! I'm just afraid my theory might be true.
Son of a bitch.
-Talk, damn it.
-Let's see.
The Englishman is slick.
He always hid behind his partner.
-Roque.
-Exactly.
Being anonymous, he had absolute freedom.
Like the time he beat Bruno.
You guys didn't see his face that day, but I'm convinced he saw yours.
He definitely saw mine.
What are you getting at? Ever since, he's been watching us and not the other way around.
How did Roque find out Bruno had infiltrated his gang? Let's see.
I met Roque at the beach I mean it's three months' salary for one day's work.
and at the Camelot.
-I don't think anyone saw me.
-Anywhere else? No.
Find a spot for the game.
-The usual.
-Gin.
At the Torremolinos Club to watch the game.
-Did anyone there recognize you? -No.
-No one? -No.
-No! -Exactly, Bruno! On Christmas Eve, I interrogated Roque's lovers to try to find him.
Then I drove to your house, I didn't talk to anyone except you and Terrón.
I won the bet, look who's here! I talked with her at lunch, I told her we'd caught Roque.
He has an orthopedic leg.
Who else could it be? Your mother? Charo? Pablito? No, your sister has a new boyfriend, and he dresses like a singer, and he buys his caps in London.
He comes over to my house as if he were innocent! I'm going to the club.
Edi's picking me up Good evening.
He takes her to the Torremolinos Club.
-They caught a guy with one leg.
-Oh, really? My brother's colleague told me.
The cripple's going to confess.
I'll take care of Roque.
Son of a bitch! The night they shot me, Charo told him.
We ran into each other.
-What's wrong? -They shot her brother.
He knew! He offered me a ride.
My car's outside; I'll take you.
-Anyone would've done the same.
-No.
He's a darling.
He was a gentleman! Then he prudently disappeared in case you had recognized him.
He had the balls to come over, that son of a bitch! -Don't you trust me? -Of course I do! I told him the group had split up! -Are those people dangerous? -More dangerous every day.
-Why? -The brigade's split up.
-I gave it all away! -I told him we were after his partner! I found Roque's hideout.
And he just stood there listening.
When we got to the shop, Roque was gone! Fuck! -Roque flew the coop.
-Someone tipped him off.
-He told Roque I'd infiltrated his gang! -Of course! That guy you were talking to is a cop.
Don't worry.
I'll take care of him.
He's the one who shot me.
What attracted you to me when we met? I don't know.
I thought you looked like a lost sheep.
I thought that that little doll needed someone to take her out.
That night, the night of the game, did you drive me somewhere? Home.
You were really high.
Where did we go? It felt like we were in the car for hours.
Well, that's because I went on the highway so you'd get some air.
Did we go up to the Lobo Viewpoint? No.
That's really far! Isn't that where your brother was shot? Why do you always mention my brother when we talk? Let me give you some of that stuff you like.
I remember the car stopped in a dark place.
And a noise like a lightning bolt.
Come on, give me your arm.
-Vicky -Who are you? Englishman! Where are they? He won't talk, he knows he'll end up like Roque.
Talk.
Talk! Where are they? You'll end up in a wheelchair! Talk! The marina in La Linea.
-Don't tell him I-- -Don't worry.
Let's go.
Vicky! Bastards! Let's go! Let's go.
Let's go that way! -Let's go! -Hey! Fuck! -Get out of the way.
-Start the motor! Start the motor! All right, Leo! Go! Son of a bitch! Bruno, stop! They'll be in Gibraltar in two minutes.
Forget it, if we cross the border, we'll be in trouble with the Brits.
Fuck! What's this? I don't know, you tell me.
Your partner, the marquis had it.
Did your boyfriend, the cop, give it to you? -Are you going to report me? -He doesn't know a thing.
And, I mean There's no reason he should find out.
What do you want? I want to return your shipment.
-In exchange for what? -Nothing.
Because you and I are family.
Right, Uncle Reyes? And this is a family business.
Isn't it? No.
This isn't for you.
It's very dangerous.
Not anymore.
Atila is dead.
How do you know that? That son of a bitch was making my life hell! Mine too.
Why? Because he killed my father, remember? That's right.
It was him.
Right, Uncle Reyes? Yes.
No doubt.
No doubt.
So What do you say? Will you let me in the business? That looks pretty grim, Bruno.
You need to rest, sir.
Bruno! I know a guy who makes false passports.
If we pay him enough, it'll take a couple of days.
Well, we have over three million.
We confiscated it from Atila Pena.
Officially, it doesn't exist.
And I speak perfect English.
No one would catch us.
We'll go as soon as your wound heals.
Terrón, go get them.