01x02 - Basura

[bunniefuu]

Run, run!

-How's it going, man?
-Good, what's up?

All good? How about you, Pablito?

-Great.
-Where did you get that speaker?

From my g*dd*mn house.

Chill. Where did you get it?

-From my f*cking house.
-Don't get c*ck.

I said, where did you get it?

From my f*cking...

Hey!

Hey!

And who the f*ck are you?

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Okay, okay.

Okay.

Damn, girl, you run fast.

"Girl," give me
whatever you've just stolen.

Come on! You're a cop, right?

That's just great.

Sorry, but I didn't steal anything.

Feel free to frisk me if you want.

Look!

It's mine.

-Really?
-It was on my window.

That shady guy saw it and swiped it.

If I go back and ask him,
would he say the same?

No idea. He's dumb as f*ck.
But go ahead, try.

If you know him, why not report him?

I told you, girl. He's dumb as f*ck!

If I did, his dad would beat him up
and he'd be even dumber.

Next time, call the police.

I'll go back to the court.
See if he's there.

Why? I have my speaker.

You said he gets beaten up at home.

Yes.

Maybe he'll tell me more,
so we can do something. Right?

Hey!

I've never stolen
anything before, I swear.

But I don't know. Maybe...

I'll start testing my luck now.

See ya, girl.

NO TRACES

Desi, no!

No, no!

No!

No, no!

Please, Desi.

Desi, please!

No, please.

Please.

Desi, please.

Yuri, where did you find
this piece of sh*t?

Did he k*ll me?

Stand up.

I said get up, b*tch!

-Okay.
-Walk.

-Come on.
-Okay. Okay.

Walk!

What are you doing?

Quick, help me!

Calm him down!

Don't move!

Help me!

Get out of the way!

What? What?

What?

Grab a car!

Okay. A car.

The keys!

Why won't it open?

-Cata!
-I'm coming!

A car. A car!

Come on!

Cata!

I'm coming!

Step on it!

Why didn't you die?

I don't know. What happened?

Look at me. It really hurts.
It hurts so bad.

You have no blood on you. Nothing.

It's a miracle!

Cata.

It's not a miracle.

It was around 1:15 p.m., near Villajoyosa.

-Can you make out the plate?
-Not from this.

We've requested CCTV footage
from the nearby shops and a bank.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

NATIONAL POLICE FORCE

See anything?

Nothing. It's impossible.

Hello?

Yes, speaking.

Sure, yes. Go ahead.

No, I can't really say right now.

#newgig
#payingthebills

MÁÑEZ AND BAYETAS
CLEANING PROFESSIONALS

Got anything?

No.

Here I am, crazy in love

Singing my sorrows in a bar

Making a toast to your love

Here I am, abandoned

Drinking tequila to forget

And numb the pain this way

Oh, Catita

Where did you go?

Open up your heart

Let me love you, my heart

Come and get me out of this bar

My love is bulletproof

My love will never let you down

I'm not going to cry.

We love you, Ubaldo!

I love you.

CLOAKROOM

Hey, ma'am.

Can you get me my blue jacket, please?

Or you can take my shirt off.
Whichever you prefer.

Excuse me.

sh*t...

Cat... Catita, my love!

Ubaldo? Where are you?

What's the matter?

Where am I? Well...

Well... the kitchen radio was really loud.
That's why I'm outside, my love.

You're in the house?
Listen, you can't go out.

You must stay in. Okay?

I'll explain later,
but don't open the door to anyone.

Okay. I won't open the door.

But when are you coming back, sweetie?

I don't know.

Because we still have
a lot to clean. Yeah.

If you want, sweetie, I can pick you up.

Tell me where and I'll come.

f*ck!

What's wrong?

That's what's wrong.

My God. Was all this in there?

Hidden in the 75,000 euros.

-I looked it up online, Cati.
-Yeah?

Each gold bar is worth 25,000 euros.

-25,000 euros?
-Yes.

So the gold bars and money together is...



No, no.

-I don't want that all for myself.
-175,000 euros!

That's not a lot of money
for taking someone else's life.

Honestly, I don't know
how the murderers' black market is doing.

-It's Irene.
-It's not.

-It's not Irene!
-What?

Look, it's not your ex. It's the police.

-Reject the call!
-What? No!

They're after us and know what we did.

-Reject it!
-Hey! Okay.

Done! Calm down, breathe.

I am calm.

I am breathing.

You want me to be calm and breathe?

Then let's decide what the hell to do.

THE NEIGHBORHOOD RESISTS
NO TO THE LANDFILL!

Hi, Jennifer.

Hi, Irene.

Is your dad home?

He's in the living room. Dad!

-Hi, Miguel.
-Hi.

Sorry, I should have called.
Perhaps now isn't a good time.

The right time was when you two broke up.

I called you non-stop.

You never even called back
or picked up. Not even a text!

Look... I'm sorry.

You could've told me you were okay
or if you needed anything.

I really need to talk to Desi.
She won't pick up.

Can you tell me her address?

It's not a good idea.

It's just...

It's just what? What's going on?

She's living with a girl.

I don't know her. I've only seen her once.

She's short.

Weird. She's not from here.

Okay. That's not why I'm looking for her.

I think she's in trouble.

Big trouble.

So, please, tell her to call me.

Thank you.

Sure you don't want some?

I don't feel like eating.

Anxiety makes me super hungry.

Think they know we're carrying money?



Do we look like we'd carry that much cash?

That bag is cursed.

It's full of blood money!

If it weren't for Guzmán,
we wouldn't have lived to tell the tale.

Do you think he's dead?

We need someone to help us.

Maybe she can help us.

Help us go to jail.

Didn't you say we should call the cops?

But not Irene!

You broke up with her terribly.

You hurt her big time.

You really think she'd...

No way. She wouldn't help us.
She hates you.

She's probably forgotten you.

If she has, then why's she calling me?

Because she's investigating a case.

-Not to ask you out, dumbass.
-Maybe she was.

And who are you to talk?

Look at your own relationship!

I'm sorry.

Sorry, love. Forgive me.

No need to be sorry. I'm sorry.

Enough of this!

Look.

If Guzmán is alive...

-He might not be.
-Maybe he is.

If he is, we go rescue him
and give back the cash. Sorted!

I almost got k*lled.

I don't want to go back either!

But if he's alive,
and we don't go help him,

we'll be murderers, just like them.

Well, what would you prefer?

Being a m*rder*r or being m*rder*d?

I know what we'll do.

Where are you going, Catalina?

Cata!

Wait up!

Cati!

Tell me what you think of this.

"Hello, how are you?

"We're returning the money,
and the car.

"Please, let Mr. Guzmán go.

"He's innocent
and has nothing to do with this mess.

"He won't go to the police
and neither will we. We swear.

"Take care, dear Russians."

"Dear Russians?"

Do you know their names?

What should I write? "Dear murderers"?

They're giving me the creeps.

That one had a knife.

Let's be quick, okay?
We'll leave this, then split.

Is it closed?

Nobody's around, right?

-sh*t!
-What?

What? What is it?

I just realized that with the taxi,
uniforms and lunch,

we're like 100 euros short.

You used the Russians' money again?

I told you not to spend that!

What do I do? k*ll myself?

I'll write it on the note.

Don't write it on the note.

Leave it on the floor and go.

-Here, outside?
-Yes.

Hell, no! It'll get stolen in no time.
The bag alone is worth a lot.

You keep watch.

Don't touch anything.

"Don't touch anything."

Hello?

Hello?

Mr. Guzmán?

Hello! Excuse me!

Do you work here?

It's closed. Come back tomorrow.

It's just... Oh!

My car just broke down
and it won't start back up.

-Call a tow truck.
-Right.

"He won't go to the police
and neither will we.

"Take care, dear Russians."

Oh!

Sorry.

It's an emergency.

It's a matter of life or death!

I said come back tomorrow!

Listen, if you think
I don't have any money, I do.

That's not an issue.

-I can pay anything.
-Is it the engine?

Yes. That must be it.

It's making
a really strange noise, like...

Okay.

Bring it in. I'll take a look.

But sir, how can I bring it in

if it won't start?

I can't push it in here.

What the f*ck was that?

Sir, please.

My daughter is at school
and I have to pick her up.

I just need you to come outside
and take a look at my car.

Desi, run!

Desi!

What the f*ck are you doing in my garage?

Oh, my God!

Who is this dude?

You're the ones who took the bag!

My grandsons are hospitalized
because of you!

Your grandsons shot my friend,
I'll have you know.

With all due respect, sir.

What did they do to Mr. Guzmán?

Listen, man. Here's what we'll do.
I don't want any more trouble.

We'll leave the bag here,

and you tell your grandsons
to leave us alone, okay?

Yes, and that we're really sorry.

Truly sorry.

There's a note inside the bag
explaining everything.

We just want to make things right.

That's all.

You're not going anywhere!

Run!

f*ck!

CAR MECHANICS
POLIAKOFF

-Are you okay?
-Yes.

f*ck!

Get them.

Hurry up!

-Lets go!
-It won't start!

Get out! Come on!

Hey, the bag!

f*ck the bag! Run!

Run!

This way!

Jump!

Over here.

This way, Cati!

-sh*t.
-My leg!

What? Run, hurry.

-I can't.
-Yes, you can.

I'll help you. Come on. Come on!

See? You can do it, Cati.

Hey! Get them!

f*cking b*tches!

We're f*cked.

-Not yet.
-What are you doing?

-Get in.
-What are you doing?

-No idea!
-Can you drive this thing?

No, but I'd rather try than die.

No! There are so many of them!

They're coming!

God, no! Get out of here!

-Get the hell off, you piece of sh*t!
-b*tches!

My God, Cata!

We're going to die!

Get the hell off, as*h*le!

Cata!

b*tch!

Get off!

Over there!

Hey! What the hell are you doing here?

Go on, get out of here!

Get the f*ck out of here, now!

Go, or I'll call the police!

Are they gone?

Let's get out of here.

I'm sick of this.
I want to get out of here.

Great.

Hey, help!

Help!

Let us out!

Open up the door! Hey!

Forget it. They're never going to hear us.

Don't worry. We'll just wait
and get out when they unload.

But where's it going?
Where's this f*cking thing going?

sh*t.

We're going to...

-China.
-China?

Hey, help!

Help!

Who the f*ck are you?

Mom.

Teresa. Nice to meet you.

But... Mom, it's me.

She's had two diazepams and a whisky.

Eduardo.

-Mind if I speak to him for a bit?
-No.

Thanks.

-You're late.
-I know, sorry.

I had to drop Sofía at her mom's.

It was a nightmare swapping days.

We're currently in front

of Eduardo Roselló's house.

These are tough times for the family...

-There he is!
-He's coming!

Mr. Roselló!

-Mr. Roselló!
-Let me through.

-How are you?
-Please move.

-How is the family?
-Please.

Are you selling Mrs. Roselló's business?

-What? No.
-Why close Máñez and Bayetas?

-Please move.
-Was it an audit?

It wasn't us who closed it. My sister did.

It's just...

Mr. Roselló, please answer the question.

Just one minute, please.

You can't keep your mouth shut or what?

I just... I got nervous.

I have to deal with them
outside my f*cking house all day.

-They call...
-Same for me, too.

Eduardo, my wife has been m*rder*d.

I can't even mourn in peace.
You know what I tell them?

Can you guess? Nothing!

Not a single word. Understand?

-Get it?
-Hey. f*cking hell, that's enough.

sh*t. These are hard times for everyone.

Let's try and keep calm, please.

Eduardo, I'm saying this as your lawyer.

Until we release an official statement,

answer everything with "No comment."

-Okay.
-Okay, good.

The autopsy
will take a few more days, okay?

-A few days?
-Yes, due to the investigation.

No funeral or wake for now.

f*ck, everything takes so long
in this g*dd*mn country.

If you need protection, we've got it
for Teresa and you guys.

-Yes.
-You want it, right?

Okay, sure.

I'll keep you posted,
but please be careful.

Set your alarms at home
and be alert when you're out.

-You know the drill.
-Joaquín.

I imagine that it's...

It's still too soon
to think about the will, but...

But I brought you the paperwork,
so you can at least make a start.

What is this?

It's my daughter's.

Is this why you came?

-To see what you'd f*cking get?
-No, Néstor.

-What the f*ck's with you?
-No...

-What's with you?
-No, Néstor.

-I said calm down.
-Look...

-Hey, that's enough!
-Sorry, I didn't mean to...

-I'll be there soon.
-Man up, okay?

As soon as I can.

Hi, this is Ubaldo.
I can't pick up right now

because I'm making it big.

Again!

That f*cking voicemail again!

Just like when I was married
to that son of a b*tch.

sh*t, girl. We need to do something.

Call your brother.

No, no f*cking way.
And have my mom find out?

Call Irene.

We said no cops.

She's not the police.

She's your ex.

She loves you.

She wants to get back with you,
and she hasn't forgotten about you.

She's going to help us.
Come on, please. Please!

I said no! We said we'd get out of this
without any f*cking cops involved.

Joan, you look great. Working out?

Yeah, I'm back to it.

I can tell.

-Arnau, how are the girls?
-Great. All grown up.

Say hi to Marina for me.

It's been ages.
We must get a coffee, play padel.

The paella's coming.

These people are such a drag.

I'd throw them all overboard.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, darling.

I was really worried about you.

You hear me?

sh*t, Néstor. Again?

We're on a boat.
It's a party. People are having fun.

We're in a g*dd*mn cove.

-There are no journalists here!
-Not yet.

-Lu.
-What?

You need to stop calling me so much.

It's not the best time.

Yeah. I'm sorry. Forgive me.

So, what?

What happened?

I mean, did someone break in
to steal from you or what?

They have no clue.

They're investigating it,
but they have no idea.

It's pretty shocking, right?

Néstor... She was k*lled.

Do you want a drink?

I guess this won't be an issue
for what we've got going on?

Seriously?

Is that why you brought me out here?

-Why you wanted to see me?
-I always want to see you.

But we invested a lot in the project,

and lots of things are unfinished.

If the project's at risk,
I want to know.

We'll do what's best for both of us.

If they were taking you to a brothel,
you can tell us.

So we're wh*res now?

Great.

We just want to make a phone call.

No.

We don't want to make any calls.

A textbook case of human trafficking.

You're covering for him, right?

But I didn't know they were in there!

Tell that to the judge.

Take him out so we can talk freely.

No, don't take him out.

We don't want to talk.
We want to make a phone call.

-No, we don't want to make any calls.
-We do.

-No, we don't.
-We do.

No, we don't.

Look, fine.

You have the right to remain silent.

But we must call the Civil Guard

or Immigration.

Give me the keys.

Come on, let's go.

No, no!

We want to make a call.

We're leaving.

No. That won't be possible.

Judicial police is taking them.

The Civil Guard is in charge here.

Until they get here,
we are the relevant authority.

Okay, very well.

Let's call the judge then.

He'll love having his dinner interrupted

so you can explain

why the port's relevant authority

thinks it's a good idea
to hold m*rder witnesses.

Got the keys?

Wait up!

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

Thanks for coming for us, Irene.

What the hell have you done?

Me? What have I done? Nothing.

Shot at in a car yesterday,
found in a container off to China today.

-But you've done nothing.
-We haven't!

I told you,

we were just called to clean a house

and we found a dead woman there.

Not just any dead woman. Marisa Roselló.

Yes, but she was already dead.
What could we have done?

Call the police!

Or call me!

No... It's not that simple.

It really is, Desiré.

You just had to call
and say what happened.

Because you've always trusted me, right?

It's always my fault.
Desi messing up again!

We have 175,000 euros in a bag.

We didn't k*ll anyone.

It was a mix-up,
and we want to give it back.

Are you kidding me?

Turn right there.

Here?

Over there. There.

Come on.

Don't be mad!

Girl, you're going to freak out.

Okay. Where's the car?

It's not here anymore.

sh*t, but we parked it right there.

I know, but it's gone.

Where has it gone?

What are you doing?

I'm arresting you, "girl."