Go ahead.
FOREVER IN MY HEART
Relax. I won't mention you or Julia.
That's not why I came.
I want to show you something.
Did you find Milena's killer?
-Not yet. -Right.
Salvador, listen. Please.
It's about Dávila. The businessman.
Carla invited me to dinner at his place.
I don't know if I'll go.
What I've got could help you decide.
Come with me.
ATTACK AFTER FRIDAY PRAYERS
NEO-NAZI GROUP TARGETS IMMIGRANT MINORS
NEIGHBORS ACCUSE NORTH AFRICAN TEENS
So?
Nicolás Dávila's behind this and everything happening to you.
I just buried my daughter.
I'm done with this.
-That's what you wanted. -I know.
But I owe you.
Don't play games with me.
You cops have done nothing since she was killed.
You threatened me. Said I was in the way. Told me, "Let her rest in peace."
Now you want my help? Why?
Because I know Julia's an informant and you're using her kid against her.
Salvador, hear me out.
After that, it's your call.
Dávila's bankrolling the White Souls, Love Madrid, even The Fried Chicken.
-And you're doing nothing. -It's complicated.
He's got judges, politicians, and cops in his pocket.
I need solid proof to take down crooked cops.
They're the ones stalling the case.
All they do is make trouble and blame immigrants.
You get it?
Then they have Azucena Hernández.
They're building a new far-right party with a message that's more insidious.
Check this out.
Of course I condemn violence. On both sides.
But don't forget, the real culprits
are the administrations with their open-door policy for migrants
and closed-door policy for citizens who don't vote for them.
You're the opening we need.
-Me? -Yes.
Dávila never invites outsiders into his home.
Never.
I don't know. I'm in way over my head here.
I'm just a doctor.
Not even. Just a father caught up in this.
What can I do that the police can't?
Go to the dinner.
Say yes to whatever Dávila offers you.
No matter what.
Then come straight to me.
Maybe I do play games, but you know what?
I want to help Julia.
And if I can take down the White Souls thanks to her,
it'll be easier to get her kid back.
Got it?
I know it's hard.
But we need you.
THE GARDEN CHILDREN'S HOME
Ana.
Come here, sweetie.
Come on.
-Mommy. -Hi, honey. How are you?
How's my little pumpkin?
-Mommy! You came. -Of course I did.
Why wouldn't I? How's my munchkin?
How are you?
What's wrong, honey? You okay?
Did you get into a fight? Did someone say something?
I want to go with you.
Listen, Ana. Today your life is gonna change.
But just for a little while.
You're going with some nice people.
They'll take care of you. You'll be fine.
How many lifetimes do you wanna spend with me?
How many can I ask for?
As many as you want. We'll spend them all together.
I promise, when you come back, we'll never be apart again.
Never. Okay? Do you believe me?
-Yes. -Really? You believe Mommy?
Okay. Give me a kiss.
Okay, off you go.
Bye, Ana. I love you.
ROSA GARCÍA, WIDOW OF SLAIN OFFICER
HER STATEMENTS OPEN A NEW INVESTIGATION
"MY HUSBAND AND MILENA ARE VICTIMS OF ARAB VIOLENCE"
ROSA GARCÍA, OFFICER'S WIDOW
MINT AND CINNAMON
Next stop, Génova, San Bernardo.
Just a second.
I'm Salvador, Milena's father.
What do you want? I'm working.
I need to ask you something.
Why'd you say it was the Arabs? It's not true.
Sorry, I've got bouquets to make.
They did it.
The White Souls. I saw you with their lawyer. They tricked you.
I'm not naive, Salvador.
No one tricked me.
They paid me well to say it. I accepted.
Was it Dávila? Nicolás Dávila?
Who? I don't know what you want.
I did what I had to.
What about the truth?
You wouldn't get it, but my husband would approve.
He didn't believe in justice either.
He was a cop. He'd seen too much shit.
That's the truth.
-Hello? -We need to talk.
Why'd you become an informant?
What do you mean? The cops blackmailed me.
I had to talk, or I'd never see my daughter again.
Why was Ana taken from you?
Because I left her alone to go to a fight.
A planned brawl.
I gave her two sleeping pills,
but it dragged on, and I landed in the ER cut up.
She woke up scared, realized she was alone.
She opened the window, screamed, and the cops came.
When will you get her back?
No idea. They keep stringing me along.
The businessman, the cop, Milena, The Fried Chicken…
I have no damn clue.
If I can get them to return your daughter, will you leave it all behind?
How can you manage that?
The cops made me an offer.
I'll only do it if you promise, once you get your kid back,
you both leave Madrid.
And go where?
-Who made the offer? Martín? -None of your business. Yes or no?
I don't even know what I'm agreeing to, but I'd do anything for my daughter.
Anything.
Check, please.
On social media,
a shocking video has leaked of the killing of Milena Aguirre.
We warn you that the following footage may be disturbing.
The footage shows the brutal assault on the 21-year-old.
Sadly, no suspects could be identified.
That'll be 8.50.
The video shows the attackers speaking French,
which may support theories that Marseille fans were behind it.
The footage has gone viral,
and authorities are now probing the file's origin,
which may be key in identifying…
How are you holding up?
I don't know.
This is insane.
But it's done. She's resting in peace. At least, I hope so.
You did what you had to.
I thought it'd bring me peace, but it still hurts.
By the way, Toni's not picking up. He's MIA.
Meds and syringes are missing from the ambulance.
There's enough for one run.
Hi. I'm Alba.
I'm covering for Toni.
-Nice to meet you. -How are you?
Same here.
Go ahead.
Hey, quack.
Hi. So, is that dinner with your businessman buddy still on?
Dávila? Yeah.
We were waiting on you to decide.
Okay.
Trust me, I'd do anything
to get info on my daughter or that leaked video.
But what happened between us isn't part of this.
I don't know how to take that.
I'm being honest, despite everything.
I'd expect nothing less.
Okay. Call me.
Dispatch to Alpha 25. Urgent backup in Aravaca.
Alpha 9 is on scene. Requesting support.
Priority code three.
-Who made the call? -No idea.
I did. Come with me.
This way.
-It's Toni. -Toni!
Holy shit, Toni.
Maybe he called it in.
We ran an EKG. He's stable.
-We should get him to the hospital. -No.
If we do, they'll find out and his life will be ruined.
Looks like he doesn't need our help.
It could be a habit. It could be partying.
Maybe he uses recreationally.
And the stolen meds?
-He's not in control. -What do you want to do?
Drag him to rehab?
-What? -I don't know. You tell me.
He's your crew. That's why I called.
I'm not sure, but I don't want to ruin his life.
What do you think, Marjane?
We'll treat him here.
Adolfo, you can go.
Great.
But you guys deal with the boss.
Let's go.
It's okay.
It's okay now.
I'm sorry, Marjane.
So sorry.
It's okay.
Hello.
Good evening.
-Phones, please. -Right.
Thanks.
Go ahead.
Carla.
-Beautiful as always. -Thank you, Dávila.
-Thanks for coming. -Thank you.
Salvador, I've heard a lot about you.
Sorry for the hassle.
I doubt you brought weapons, but these days, phones are almost worse.
Teresita will hold them for you and return them later.
You can't use them, and we won't touch them.
I hope you don't mind, but I'm strict about security and privacy.
Before we head in, let's be clear, you're here as my guests, not witnesses.
Important distinction.
I'm not sure why I'm here, but thanks for the invite.
Carla's friends are my friends.
Her enemies too, of course.
You never know.
Come in.
Salvador, you know Alejandro and Ignacio Dorado?
Yeah.
This is Azucena Hernández.
I know her from TV.
My condolences. Sorry about your daughter.
Thank you.
The Dorados haven't been making it easy.
But don't worry, you'll leave tonight with it all settled.
My father, a blue-collar man, always said,
"When you enter a place, first find the exit."
It can be a place or a conversation, in case you need out.
Sometimes the entrance and exit aren't the same.
Dorados, sit on my right. As it should be.
Azucena, opposite me.
Doctor, or ex-doctor, I'm not sure what to call you,
and Carla, on my left.
As it should be.
Salvador… I was eager to meet you.
-Today we have-- -No choosing. Meat for everyone.
Bring my salad, as usual.
These folks have an early start.
No time to waste.
This isn't a working group.
Instead of intros, I'll present everyone, okay, Salvador?
What do you say?
Chief Ignacio Dorado.
His brother, Alejandro, lawyer.
Azucena Hernández, blonde and smart.
It happens.
She leaned center-right, but I pushed her further.
I don't like politicians. I get what they say, not what they mean.
With Azucena, it's the other way around.
I get what she means but not what she says.
And finally, the queen of The Fried Chicken.
Street-smart, tough.
A former hairdresser who became a mamma to all those boys.
The White Souls. What a name.
The lawyer came up with it.
And me.
I don't live in a cave.
This house is big, bright. It's full of books, art…
My wife's out with friends, not locked in the cellar.
She's not 25 years younger than me. She's a few months older.
I don't drink brandy, smoke cigars, or play golf.
I don't have lovers.
Despite what people say, Azucena and I are not lovers.
I'm not a believer. Not into Real Madrid. I don't like hunting or bullfighting.
Basically, I'm not the cliché you expected.
No, thanks.
You need brains to win this war.
Know why there hasn't been a revolt against immigration?
I hope there never is.
Do you really think,
after a thousand years of Islam versus Christian Europe,
we'll get along just because some people want it?
Why?
Why? Out of principle?
Principles don't exist.
They're made up.
People need to be told what to think, what to do.
I warned Azucena about Lavapiés, the brawls
at the match where your daughter died before it happened.
That's how the press got footage within minutes.
It went viral.
That's manipulation.
Exactly.
That's what your side has been doing, manipulating us.
They sold us on multiculturalism.
What did you get?
A young daughter murdered by Arabs.
That hasn't been proven.
Murdered by radicals.
Right-wing, left-wing, I don't care.
Radicals, all of them, the result of forced coexistence.
And now you, sir,
a failed father, recovering alcoholic,
living in a shared apartment, are being shaken by reality.
Some tell you this, others that. You don't know what to think.
Or who to trust. Or which side you're on.
Or who to hate.
And the politicians we pay don't tell you.
Why?
Because no one tells the truth.
Not until it's too late.
The truth doesn't exist.
Like principles, it has to be created.
You don't find it.
Before 9/11 and Atocha, people didn't know what a jihadist was.
Now everyone does.
Not even in Spain, where Moors lived for centuries.
Now a man with a beard sits next to you on a plane,
and you expect the worst.
Those attacks made people see what they used to ignore.
Terrorism is cruel but useful.
Now people see immigrants crowding hospitals,
foreigners bringing their kids here to study,
without even learning the language.
Mediocre politicians see a crisis, but I see opportunity.
A window of opportunity is opening up to reverse this.
Now is the time.
But people won't act until told to.
Until they know that they're not alone.
That Spaniards stripped of their rights aren't a minority,
but the majority.
That this is their beloved country, and it must be defended.
But they need a leader.
Admit it, Salvador.
They need someone like you.
You're the leader Spain needs.
Excuse me?
A leftist who bought into flower power until Arab hooligans killed his daughter.
Nothing's more convincing than a convert.
My daughter's dead.
I won't betray my beliefs. And they're not flower power.
Carla, give me your seat.
Sit. Don't just stand there.
I know who killed her.
And I'll tell you.
But I want something.
I have nothing to give.
You do. Your word.
You can't buy me like the widow.
Know how many times someone can refuse?
Only so many.
Guess how many.
Ten.
Look.
This is a 1990 grand cru.
One of the best wines on the planet.
I won it at auction.
Here. Wet your lips.
-I don't drink. I'm an alcoholic. -Come on. Just a sip.
No, thanks.
I insist.
Don't worry.
No. I don't drink, Dávila.
Personally, I don't trust men who don't drink.
And trust is key in business.
So drink. Just a sip.
No, I can't.
You fell for it!
I was kidding!
I was testing you.
What? Not happy with dinner?
Ever wonder why your daughter came to us?
Why so many young people would trade democracy
for a job, a decent apartment?
Why poor folks vote far right?
What's going on?
If my poor old dad saw this house,
a fat rich guy like me living this luxurious life,
he'd want to slit my throat.
But times have changed.
Why do poor folks vote for a rich lady like Azucena?
Because she lies.
No, I'll answer that.
They want solutions, not empty talk.
Like you. You want answers.
I've got yours. Here's the cop to give it to you.
What matters is the narrative.
And if that narrative helps you gain and keep power,
it becomes the truth.
That's twisted.
Life's twisted.
I've learned to sell my beliefs to whoever pays me the most.
Simple.
Do you really know who murdered my daughter?
Yes.
It wasn't some Arabs.
But Spain has to think it was.
You'd lie to the nation you love?
I want to help. Both the nation and you.
What if I find out the truth myself?
Or the honest cops?
That's why I pay the police.
So a loose cannon like you doesn't ruin things.
The police, my police,
have already found the killer.
They can make the evidence disappear and even the killer.
I'll repeat my offer.
I'll tell you. You can see for yourself.
After that, you work for me, against the Arabs.
Fine. I accept.
Teresita, fetch the detective's iPad.
Salvador is a respectable man.
I thought so since the first time I met him.
Despite what his ex-wife said.
I've seen him try to be a better doctor, a better person.
Anyone would be lucky to have him on their side.
To have him close.
Well, now instead of helping him, I might have to sleep with him.
No…
No, Ignacio.
Thanks.
I've seen this video.
Not the full thing.
Wait till the end.
It's Mateo.
Did I tell you? See? It was me.
Screw that whore.
That bitch won't hurt another man.
She's a slut.
Look.
For those of you who thought I couldn't do it. Igor, Wallace…
I have the right…
He's addressing foreign incels.
Losers who hate women and blame them because they can't get laid.
Beta males.
See? I wasn't lying.
I won't let that ticking time bomb ruin our narrative.
He'll never be arrested, never stand trial.
We'll take care of him.
Salvador, that video will never be made public.
Salvador!
-Wait, Salvador! -No. Stay back.
You knew.
That's why you brought me here.
To watch one of your guys kill my daughter.
One of your crew, my neighbor.
You're a bunch of psychopaths.
You know what?
I was with you because I needed information.
Not because I liked you.
Because you wanted it.
But you're a fucking fascist piece of shit.
A fucking fascist piece of shit.
No!
No.
Milena was like a daughter to me.
You were never there!
You wanted to know who killed her.
I won't be able to get those images out of my head.
I had no idea.
I didn't know.
I swear.
I didn't know!
I'm sorry.
Subtitle translation by: Meredith Cannella