[tense music playing]
[monitor beeping]
[rapid beeping]
[continuous beep]
Abel?
Abel. My love?
Abel, honey.
Abel!
Hello. Somebody, anyone, help!
Help us. Please help!
[panicked breathing]
Abel, please stay with me, my love.
[woman 1] Compressions fast and hard.
-[man] Got it.
-[woman 1] One milligram of adrenaline.
-[woman 2] One milligram, done.
-[woman 1] Increase the saline.
[sobbing] No, no, no!
[music intensifies]
[music halts]
[woman on radio] Breaking news
from Madrid General Hospital.
Mounted police officer
Abel García Turrión,
who was the victim of the horrific attack
at Bernabéu last Wednesday,
has died.
The police are questioning
the alleged suspect.
[man on radio] Tragic news,
two days before the highly anticipated
Champions League rematch
against Marseille.
[man 2] That's right, Paco.
It's terrible how our beloved sport
continues to be tarnished
by the same people.
[woman 2] Let's hope
the suspect in custody is punished
to the full extent of the law.
I don't want vengeance, only justice.
[man 3] How could someone
who calls himself a patriot
attack one of our own,
and a police officer at that?
[man 4] Social media is lit up right now.
Citizens of Madrid are
planning demonstrations across the city
so that those responsible
face the consequences.
We will continue to update this story
when we know more.
[phone chimes]
[tense music playing]
POLICE OFFICER DIES AFTER CLASHES
AT CHAMPIONS LEAGUE FIRST LEG TIE
[sighs]
[phone vibrating]
García Turrión leaves
a six-year-old daughter and wife behind.
He was only 37 years old.
García Turrión passed away
early this morning
after suffering third-degree burns
caused by a Molotov c*ck.
The device was thrown at the officer
just over a week ago
during a disturbance
between fans of both teams
at the first game
of the Champions League series.
The other three injured in the attack
are out of danger
and are expected to make full recoveries.
The officer's widow has expressed
gratitude for the outpouring of support
from the authorities
and the national police.
She has also stated that the funeral
will be closed to the public,
and hopes that everyone will respect
their family's privacy at this time.
[line ringing]
So, did you see?
It's everywhere.
How could I miss seeing that?
This will cause big problems.
Problems for who? Didn't they blame Tibu?
You and I both know Tibu's not the one.
We can't prove it without enough evidence,
and he'll provide anything
in order not to go down alone.
And we definitely can't let him talk about
the missing businessman.
Let me know
if you hear anything more. Thank you.
Yeah, sure.
-Figure it out.
-[Alejandro] All right. All right.
[sighs]
Why is it taking so long
to get me the f*ck out of here?
Don't worry about anything.
You can trust me, okay?
The Arabs are 100%
gonna be blamed for everything.
Yeah, I really hope so.
But it has to happen now.
Yes, of course. Don't worry.
Keep cool.
Soon this will all be over,
and you'll be out.
You got that, Tibu?
You got this.
-[phone slams]
-[door buzzes]
[guard] Move it.
[door slams]
ALCOHOL FREE
These last few days have been difficult.
Very difficult.
[sighs]
It's a huge shock to feel
so betrayed by people.
Many I considered my friends.
I've received help from those
who used to be strangers.
So I haven't felt alone.
Without their help,
functioning's pretty much impossible.
[inhales deeply]
Because it's not like
I haven't wanted to grab a drink or two.
I certainly have a ton of reasons.
I… think any normal person
out there in my situation
probably would want
to join our club, right?
Back when I was a surgeon,
a few years ago, this is what I…
would do.
I felt… I felt the sweat, the tears,
the heartbeat of my patients in my hands.
I completely threw myself into it.
I was very good. It was my calling.
And all the fear I felt
just before every single operation…
made me feel so alive.
Made me feel like I was good at something,
that I did a good job.
[somber music playing]
But when I'm outside the hospital…
I felt like a total failure.
Completely worthless.
That I was an idiot,
or very sloppy, or I was…
Really, I should have faced the problems
in my everyday life with the same, um…
with the passion and excitement,
the same drive I had for excellence
that I had while in surgery
and patient care.
But I wasn't there.
I didn't know how.
I couldn't do it.
[keys rattling]
[indistinct conversation]
[music fades]
[gentle music rises]
[sobbing] My love.
Milena.
[Salvador] I did it all wrong.
I did it all wrong, my sweet one.
But I'll make it right this time.
POLICE OFFICER
ABEL GARCÍA TURRIÓN DIES
Hello, Manuel.
How are you?
Hello.
I'm Salvador.
Salvador?
Your son-in-law. Milena's father.
Ah, my son-in-law. Have a seat.
Please join me.
-How are you?
-You're the father of…
-Of Milena.
-Ah, Milena.
What's she doing? How is our Milena?
Doing fine.
-She's fine.
-Oh yeah?
-She's studying fine arts.
-Fine arts, ah.
-Yeah. Yeah…
-Uh-huh.
I wished she'd be a doctor like me, but…
but it looks like
she's becoming like her mother.
Uh-huh.
Cristina, your daughter. You recall?
Cristina.
My daughter, of course!
Cristina. Sure.
-Yeah.
-Sure.
Yeah. Cristina says that…
that Milena didn't go into medicine
because she loves being a contrarian.
I told my daughter there are similarities
between medicine and art.
-Course.
-[nurse] Hey!
Ah, so you have company
visiting today, Manuel.
[Manuel] He's my son-in-law.
Have you met him?
He has… He has studied. Yeah.
He knows a lot about many things.
-[nurse] Oh, really?
-Yeah.
What does he know so much about?
Nothing, really.
I was a medic.
I am a doctor.
[nurse] Oh, that's great.
Here are your pills. Take them now.
There you go.
Fantastic.
Good job.
[chuckles softly]
Yeah.
Mm… Milena. How is Milena?
What is she doing, huh?
She's studying fine arts.
-Fine arts?
-Yeah.
-Yeah. She's very good at it.
-Oh yeah?
-She's as stubborn as her mother.
-Yes.
[gentle music swells]
-Cristina. You remember?
-Yes, of course. My daughter.
Yes. I love her.
[music fades]
[bell rattling]
Take a wrong turn?
Uh… No. No. Happened to pass by.
Hmm.
So a beer, then? Or a whiskey?
I have a black or red label.
We have lots of brands…
No alcohol.
Just a water.
Just a water.
[faucet gushing]
So may I ask you a question?
You can ask.
What are you doing here?
There's something wrong here?
I'm not so sure
that this job is the best for you.
Yeah.
So why are you here then? If I may ask.
A liberal recovering alcoholic
in a bar filled with alcohol…
And in addition to that,
some far-right extremists. Right?
You make a good point.
You know your problem?
You think just like everybody else.
Everybody thinks that
our group is a bunch of trash.
But what I think is
that you all just envy us.
What's wrong about belonging to something?
What do your parents think
about this group?
Parents and I haven't spoken in years.
I don't care what they think.
This is my family.
That's on the house.
The water, that is.
[air flowing]
[continuous beep]
[single beep]
You're good.
How are you?
[sighs] I don't know.
Can't describe it.
Have you seen Toni?
Uh…
[Marjane] There he is.
Hey, where have you been? You're late.
Forgive me. There was traffic,
and even the shortcuts were…
-Come on.
-It's all good. Time to go.
-[crowd chanting] We deserve justice now!
-What's going on?
-[crowd] We deserve justice!
-It's the police officer.
He died earlier.
[crowd] We deserve justice now!
We deserve justice now!
We deserve justice now!
We deserve justice now!
We deserve justice now!
WHO PROTECTS US?
REST IN PEACE
[thunder rumbling]
[sounds distort]
[muffled horns honking]
[muffled] Salva.
-Salva.
-[distortion stops]
Alpha 25,
we have a code 15 at 3 Alcalá Street.
Salva, have you been drinking?
When would I have been drinking?
I've been with you both the whole day.
Copy that. Alpha 25, on our way.
[siren blaring]
[firefighter] Slowly.
Gently.
Okay. Hold this.
Come on. One, two, three… down.
Carefully. Carefully.
Bring in the board.
-We got access.
-[Adolfo] Here we go.
[indistinct chatter]
-[Adolfo] Careful with the head.
-[Marjane] Hey, guys. Quickly, okay?
[Adolfo] Okay. Nice and slow.
How is she?
[Adolfo] Okay, let's go.
Bring in the stretcher.
[Toni] The other one works better.
Let's go.
-[Marjane] It's already here.
-Come on.
-[Salvador] Okay, let's get her up.
-Okay.
-[Adolfo] Transfer on my lead.
-[man] Here we go.
-Moving.
-[Adolfo] Ready.
-[Marjane] Yeah.
-[Adolfo] All you.
-Careful with the head.
-[Marjane] We have her?
One, two, and three.
Got her.
-[Adolfo] Let's go. Do we have her?
-[Toni] She's yours.
-All yours.
-[firefighter] We're out. Wrap it up.
-[Salvador] Okay. All set.
-[Marjane] Steady.
[Adolfo] Okay. Let's go.
She's barely conscious.
She's having issues breathing.
Salva, step away. I've got this.
[Salvador] Toni, we need the oxygen mask.
-[Adolfo] Let's go.
-Salva, there's a lot of blood.
-What?
-She's bleeding out.
[tense music playing]
-Yeah, let me pack it right now.
-[Marjane] Okay.
Fractures.
So both femurs are fractured and open.
-I see massive head and facial trauma.
-Yeah.
Her right arm has a closed fracture.
-Let's go ahead.
-Yeah.
She needs some fentanyl.
-Toni. It's time for some fentanyl.
-Salva.
Give her some fentanyl, immediately.
I've got this.
-Salva, I'm the doctor here.
-Stop, you're always giving me trouble.
Stop f*cking me over!
I'm sick of you not trusting my opinion.
Sick of it! Let me do my job here.
Why would I trust you
if you are having issues?
-Listen to me. Let me do this.
-Salva, please, move it.
-Salva…
-I got it.
-Salva, get out!
-No, you listen. I'm a damn medic too!
You're not.
Hey, guys.
Her abdomen's very hard. Marjane?
We need to increase the volume
of blood in her system.
-Okay. Go.
-[Toni] Yes, I got it.
[Adolfo] Negative.
I can't access her veins.
-Fine, prepare an intraosseous needle.
-It's prepared.
Okay. Let's have painkillers,
sedation, and intubation.
-[Adolfo] All good?
-[Marjane] We in?
-[Toni] Okay.
-[Adolfo] Done.
[thunder rumbling]
[Toni] Okay.
-Okay, her blood pressure is strong.
-[Adolfo] All right.
-She's stable.
-[Adolfo] That's great.
-Okay. Time to go.
-[Marjane] Send a trauma alert. Let's go.
[sighs]
[Adolfo] Okay. It's all yours.
[monitor beeping]
That was something, eh, Salva?
Go on. You're leaving now.
Go!
Let's go!
[gentle music playing]
[siren wailing]
INVINCIBLE
HOMELAND
MOUNTED OFFICER ABEL GARCÍA TURRIÓN DEAD
[sighs emotionally]
[sobbing]
[Salvador] Milena, honey…
Look at the camera.
Milena. Milena, look at me.
Hi there. What's your name?
What's your name?
-Milena Aguirre.
-[Salvador] Milena Aguirre. Very good!
-And what are you making?
-A castle.
Ah, a castle.
Does your castle have a moat?
-[Milena] Look, a seagull!
-What?
-[Milena] She's gone now.
-[laughing] Yeah.
Hi, sweetheart. Come here.
I love you, honey. I love you so mu--
[exhaling slowly]
[phone vibrating]
Yes?
Got plans?
-What's happening here?
-We're getting rid of a body.
Don't be impatient,
my doctor friend, we're almost there.
This way.
Come in.
[dramatic music playing]
[music swells]
LOVE MADRID
We'll bring this to Marseille,
so everyone will find out about Milena.
And we'll give that Couscous
what he deserves.
What do you think?
This is the tribute she deserves.
-Thank you so much.
-No, don't thank me…
-This was all Carla's idea.
-Well…
[chuckles softly]
It's all because we're family.
I don't know what to say.
Many thanks.
Enough.
-Who wants a drink?
-Me, I'm up for drinks.
No, not for me. Sorry.
Thank you all for what you did here.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I'll walk you back out.
[music fades]
The first time you were here,
I bet you didn't think you'd return.
-No, I didn't.
-But here you are.
Listen…
I really appreciate all this. For real.
But my thoughts on
what happens here, what you do is…
But it doesn't matter.
Doesn't matter.
You know what I'm thinking.
No. Not really, no.
I don't know what you think of me
as a woman, for example.
I'm thinking this.
[Israel] Want a beer?
Here, brother. Refresh yourself.
[gentle piano music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
You're late again.
-What did I say about that salute?
-What salute?
I just want to show you
my daughter's height, man.
She's about this tall.
Your daughter is much taller.
She keeps growing up,
and you don't get to see her.
Fine, so what do you want now?
I'm beginning
to think you like me, Martín.
You are into women, right?
So maybe you want me.
No, Julia. I'm not into you.
-Come on, you know what I want…
-Whoa, slow down a little.
Don't you get tired?
Find a hobby. Take a class or something.
Exercise or read a book.
I'm gonna need a beer
if you want me to remember.
Yes, and while you refresh your memory,
don't forget you're a neo-n*zi.
One with a very large rap sheet,
all right?
Fine, maybe don't tell a n*zi
they're a n*zi. It's f*cking annoying.
-Yeah?
-Yeah. It seems false.
And secondly, I have nothing new.
Nothing?
No, however…
maybe if I give it some thought,
I'll have something.
Uh… Yeah. There is this one thing.
I'm not sure if this is interesting…
You won't believe this,
but last night I cut my toenails.
[Julia laughs softly]
Bartender, I'll take the check.
Chill, Martín. You have no sense of humor.
I'm tired, Julia. I'm losing patience.
You have news or not?
So he came into the bar. Salvador.
-What did he want?
-Baldie's always the same.
When will I quit the White Souls?
They're bad for me.
It's the same every time he's there.
He makes a good point.
He should follow his own advice.
Right. Come on. What else?
Nothing, really. It's slow. I mean…
Do you have anything else?
[sighs] More bullshit, Julia.
Okay, okay. Yeah, yeah.
Um…
We're leaving for Marseille soon.
To find Couscous.
To buy Couscous?
No, the Arab as*h*le from Marseille.
And the quack is joining us as well.
-Salvador?
-Salvador.
-He's really going?
-Mm-hmm.
[sighs]
Can I get you a beer now?
-[expl*si*n booming]
-[panicked shouting]
[woman on TV] These images show
the horrific and violent attacks
against the recently deceased
mounted police officer.
The alleged perpetrator of this attack,
Jorge Hidalgo Extremera,
remains in police custody
awaiting official charges.
We now go to our colleague,
Cristina López,
who is at Barajas Airport…
Appreciate you.
Maria, the French authorities
have now banned Spanish fans entirely
from attending the match
starting this evening.
By this, I mean that fans are not allowed
anywhere in the vicinity of the stadium.
Any Madrid fans who do not obey the ban
are subject to a fine
of up to 30,000 euros,
plus facing close to six months in jail.
[doorbell ringing]
[Cristina] Many fans only discovered
the ban upon arriving at the airport.
Over the last few hours,
a debate on social media
about who k*lled Abel García is trending.
-His death has been…
-[woman 2] I'll get it.
[somber music playing]
-[Marjane] Hello.
-[woman 2] Hello.
-Is Salvador in?
-Yes. Down the hall.
-Thank you.
-Of course.
[footsteps approaching]
[knocking on door]
[Marjane] Salva.
I know you're in there.
[sighs]
Talk to me, please.
I'm really sorry about the other night.
I didn't mean to talk to you like that.
You know that
we all get wound up sometimes.
It happens. You're a doctor.
You've seen it frequently.
Pain is so overwhelming, and…
[clicks tongue]
…it makes us say stupid things.
Salva…
I brought you some food.
You're not alone.
[footsteps retreating]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[phone vibrating]
-Yeah?
-Where are you, my quack doctor?
At home.
Not going to Marseille?
I was, but the news says
our fans are prohibited.
You think I care what the French,
Spanish, or English minister says?
-You think we were just gonna back down?
-[man] White souls!
Come on, we're bigger than that. Come now.
We need a sober driver,
and you're the only one left. No offense.
[indistinct chanting]
[phone line beeping]
[tense music playing]
[group chanting] Marseille,
you're all Arabs and monkeys!
Marseille, you're all Arabs and monkeys!
Marseille, you're all Arabs and monkeys!
Pure and White's the only way,
hey-hey! Yeah!
Pure and White's the only way, hey-hey!
[Carla] Let's go!
Pure and White's the only way,
hey-hey! Yeah!
Pure and White's the only way,
hey-hey! Yeah!
Pure and White's the only way,
hey-hey! Yeah!
Marseille, you're all Arabs and monkeys!
Marseille, you're all Arabs and monkeys!
Check it out. Wanna see
the best thing from my entire marriage?
Check it, check it, check it. [laughs]
My girl dumped me because
I didn't go to her brother's wedding.
-You're f*cking kidding.
-It was a match day.
-You know that's sacred.
-It was a friendly.
-It meant zip to us, you f*cking moron.
-[overlapping jeering]
[horn honking]
Hey, you m*therf*ckers!
You piece of sh*t n*zi m*therf*ckers!
-f*cking assholes!
-Go to hell, b*tches. f*ck you!
-You're pussies!
-[overlapping jeering]
[horn honking persistently]
[jeering continues]
[man 1] m*therf*ckers!
You fascist m*therf*ckers!
Hey, m*therf*ckers. Check this!
n*zi assholes! f*cking Nazis!
m*therf*ckers!
-f*ck!
-You kidding me? Bring it on.
[Julia] Your mommy's calling. Pussies!
-[glass shattering]
-[man 2] Those sons of b*tches.
[Julia] That's all you got?
[man] Hey, f*ck you!
[horn honking]
[man] f*cking Nazis!
[indistinct, panicked shouting]
[horns honking]
-[Nacho] Let's go!
-[Julia] You're going down, b*tches!
-[Israel] Stupid f*ck!
-[Max] Look at those idiots.
That's how we shut 'em down.
I'm impressed.
This how you drive an ambulance?
Whoa.
Really nice. Impressive.
He's a Grand Prix driver!
[all singing] A Grand Prix driver!
La, la, la, la la, la, la! ♪
A Grand Prix driver!
La, la, la, la la, la, la! ♪
A Grand Prix driver!
La, la, la, la la, la, la! ♪
A driver!
La, la, la, la la, la, la! ♪
A driver!
La, la, la, la la, la, la! ♪
[ominous music playing]
SCHOOL BUS
[man] Good to see ya!
[music fades]
[announcer] Passengers
for Z-Air flight 322 to Marseille
can now board at gate C-42.
[tense music playing]
[officer] Watch out.
Suspicious passengers have been spotted.
Hey, look.
How the hell did they know we were coming?
MARSEILLE
EXCLUSIVE ACCESS
Hey! He's there. It's Couscous!
[officer] No, no, sh*t!
-Hey! Hey!
-[Max] Go, let's go. Let's go, now!
[overlapping shouting]
Hey! Hey!
[clamoring]
[Max] Come on! Let's go!
[clamoring continues]
Let's move. Come on. Let's go!
[indistinct shouting]
Yeah, bring it on!
[officer] Stay away! Stay away!
That son of a b*tch k*lled my daughter!
-That b*stard k*lled my… Stop him!
-Let it go.
You k*lled my daughter, b*stard!
I'll f*ck him up! Come here!
Get him!
-[glass shattering]
-[clamoring continues]
f*cking b*stard! as*h*le!
[both straining]
as*h*le, let me go!
[indistinct shouting]
I'm onto you! I'm on to you!
Come here, you son of a b*tch!
Come here, m*therf*cker! You just wait!
Why are you protecting that guy?
You have a problem, as*h*le?
What's your problem?
-You have the wrong guy!
-You're under arrest!
Why do you protect him?
Ah!
[grunts]
You're hurting me, dickhead!
Stop, m*therf*cker!
[clamoring continues]
[woman] f*ck you!
[music intensifies]
as*h*le, I see you!
-You m*rder*d her!
-Anytime, man.
You m*therf*cker! I'm coming for you!
On my mother's life, I will k*ll you.
You always protect them.
m*therf*cking as*h*le!
You should be ashamed.
[music fades]
Not a big deal.
We'll be out in a couple of hours.
[ominous music playing]
[Andújar] For our part, we apologize
for everything that's happened.
They are very unstable and dangerous.
I need to get myself out of Spain now.
-[Andújar] Don't worry.
-I'm not safe here.
-[Andújar] Yeah. Of course.
-Hey… Wha… What's this about?
-Why's he here?
-Sit down, I mean it.
Sit down, Salvador!
[sighs] f*cking prick.
So what were you planning
on your visit to Marseille?
[sighs]
Find out who k*lled my daughter.
-[Martín] What for? To beat him?
-No.
-To k*ll him?
-No!
Then what was your plan?
[sighs]
Just… [sighs] Just to find out.
Come on, hmm?
You didn't choose the most reliable
travel friends. Poor optics.
I told you about them.
They're very dangerous.
But you just had to insist.
You don't understand.
I need to find out who m*rder*d my Milena.
And I'll find out who did it,
with or without you.
Okay, Salvador.
Your heroism has its limits.
And that's prison.
Real life isn't like the movies.
Especially when it concerns police work.
We don't tolerate bullshit.
Am I clear on this? Got it?
And believe it or not,
we're doing our job.
And you have to step aside,
behave, and stay out of our way.
We're doing you a favor,
keeping you here, believe me.
And why should I believe that?
Mr. Aguirre, I've explained to you.
You want to stay with the White Souls?
Stay with the White Souls.
Go ahead.
[intriguing music playing]
But they were about to m*rder
a man who was innocent.
A police officer at that.
[no audible dialogue]
That man is police?
He works undercover
with the French radicals.
He was beaten up. You were there.
You treated him.
-Remember that?
-Yeah.
The man had nothing to do with
the m*rder of your daughter.
Understand?
[sighs]
Well, then who did m*rder Milena?
I'll continue my investigation.
-But for now, I can't tell you anything.
-[sighs]
These groups like to use riots
to get rid of moles and then blame rivals.
It's common practice.
We think that's what happened
to your daughter.
No, wait a sec. I'm confused.
Are you saying my daughter was a mole?
[Andújar] Martín.
A… A snitch to police?
My daughter did that?
Mr. Aguirre.
This is my final warning for you.
It happens again, you'll get arrested.
[man on radio] That's right.
This is a challenging match for Madrid.
Not just because of the fierce rivalry.
The atmosphere is eerie and one-sided.
The stands are half full, with no Madrid…
You okay?
Before we begin,
both clubs will take a moment of silence
in memory of police officer
Abel García Turrión,
who was mortally wounded…
No minute of silence
for my husband or your girl.
Worth thinking about.
I'm gonna return alone.
Let's move!
[doorbell ringing]
Good afternoon, Rosa.
It's Alejandro Dorado.
I'm a lawyer friend of the police.
You and I met at the hospital.
It was a few days ago.
I… wanted to express
our sincere and deep condolences
for the m*rder of your husband.
Many thanks. Uh…
I'm sorry that I don't remember you.
There were lots of visitors,
so I can't recollect everyone.
Completely normal. You were very busy.
Please know I wouldn't bother you
while grieving if it wasn't important.
-Of course. You are welcome to come in.
-It's no trouble?
No, have a seat here.
You want… something to drink or…?
No. I'm all good. Thank you.
Um…
I wanted to speak with you
on behalf of my clients.
They… They would like to offer help.
Assistance to both you and your girl
with the inevitable
and unforeseen expenses that will come.
And they will come.
Expenses?
Yes. Maybe, um…
Your mortgage expenses here,
support for your daughter…
Life stuff.
You know.
My clients will assume
all of your expenses.
[exhales] That's a beautiful gesture.
We just hope you accept it.
Thank you.
Look. [clears throat]
My clients are dealing with
being unfairly accused of this tragedy,
and even though they are not guilty,
they want to help any way they can
for you and your daughter.
Accused? Oh, no, no…
Sorry, I don't…
I'm not so sure I understand.
I don't know.
These days are so very difficult.
Please excuse me. I'm…
-[sobbing]
-I know.
It's so hard right now,
but that time we spoke, you said to me
that Abel told you that, mm…
the Molotov c*ck was thrown…
by someone
who's foreign, from France?
And… I… I told you that?
Yes, that Abel said something like that
before he was in a coma.
I don't recall that.
No big deal.
We hope that you would…
speak out and condemn the violence
instigated by French radicals
against your husband.
Condemn that attack in public
and reject that violence.
Of course. A terrible thing for sure.
We are against violence.
The attack against your husband,
Abel, it must not go unpunished.
-Arabs?
-Yes, Arabs.
I mean, you just spoke
about this yourself.
Oh, also, you must tell the press.
The people need to know.
Tell everyone, and all of your expenses
will be covered by my clients.
Rosa.
You have us… for anything you need.
Thank you.
For Abel,
for the police,
and for Spain.
[music halts]
[intriguing music playing]
[music fades out]
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