I loved her too, Salvador.
Damn it!
-Hello? -Medical emergency. Open up.
Mateo! Open up, or I call the cops!
Mateo!
-Mateo! -Salvador!
Salvador, what's wrong?
What's going on?
-Where's your son? -Out.
-Where? -Not sure. He's with friends. What's up?
-And the computers? -They took everything.
Marisa, call him. I can't get him to pick up.
Hold on. My phone's in my room.
What's the ruckus? What's going on?
-It's late! -Come on!
The bastard came out.
I called the cops.
-Excuse me. Did you call? -No, but there's a guy shouting upstairs.
-Good evening. -Evening.
I'll have a beer.
No, anisette.
Wait… whiskey, thanks.
Hey, if you're drunk, you better leave.
No, I'm not.
I'm not. I haven't had a drink in years.
Just had a shitty day.
Really shitty.
Go on. Call someone.
Come on.
MISSED CALLS: DETECTIVE MARTÍN (4) JUST NOW
-Salvador. -Hey.
Finally. I've been calling for hours.
I saw. What do you want?
We brought in the guy who sent Milena's video.
An antifa. He might be her killer.
-It's not him. -Why?
I saw it myself.
Dávila showed me a video with the killer's face at the end.
It's not that guy.
It's Mateo.
Now it all makes sense.
She wasn't killed for being a Nazi or a snitch.
He killed her because she was a woman.
What are you saying? You sure?
Salvador, would you be willing to give a statement?
The Dorado brothers were there. They work for Dávila.
Maybe you didn't know, but I can't trust the police anymore.
But now I know what happened and what I have to do.
Salvador, don't do anything rash.
Not all cops are the same. Listen.
Let me handle it, okay?
I'll call later.
So, you're in front of the computer all day.
Processing taxes, fees, fines?
Yeah.
Must be boring.
No wonder you take breaks.
And it looks like you post videos on forums.
What the hell?
You can't pin this on me.
It's not the first time we've seen unusual activity from your office IP.
Neo-Nazi propaganda. Ring a bell?
Those damn fascists are framing me.
Quique, let me talk.
My client reported someone using his PC remotely
to spread Nazi propaganda, against his beliefs.
But months ago, you started posting on incel forums, right?
What's that?
In a recent post, my favorite, you wrote,
"If my taxes pay for doctors for old people,
Social Security should guarantee me the right to fuck."
A real poet.
-I thought incel-- -I don't know what that is!
I'll explain. Calm down.
Incel means "involuntary celibate."
Men who hate women because they can't get laid.
Says here you wrote women deserve to be raped.
What the hell?!
-Are you insane?! -Cool it!
-Let me go! -Jose.
Relax.
What's up?
Martín, of course he won't confess.
Two days in holding, and he'll crack.
How do I say this?
Why did we arrest him?
Cybercrime traced Milena's murder video to the IP he used.
What's wrong?
It's not him, Jose. We got played.
He doesn't even know what an incel is.
Cybercrime confirmed his PC wasn't hijacked, right?
I'm not sure.
But the media team already announced we caught the killer.
-They won't pick up unless it's urgent. -It is.
Hi there.
Why were you at Dávila's?
-None of your business. -It is my business.
Crime is my business.
Last I checked, having dinner's not a crime.
Depends who with and what's said.
I started as a beat cop too. Know what I learned?
If you can't trust your partner, you're screwed.
Alone, you're dead.
Watch yourself.
LOVE MADRID
-Who are you? -Shut up.
-Where are you taking me? -I said shut up.
Left, here.
-Who are you? -Shut up!
-Why bring him here like this? -Like what?
Jesus. Not like this, Max. Not like this.
-This is no way to treat a friend. -A friend?!
You okay?
Max.
Carla.
Tibu.
Isra.
You too, Isra?
Isra, can we talk in private?
I'm scared.
Don't worry, Mateo. We'll talk it out.
We're your family.
-Is this about Milena's video? -You killed her, prick!
-Max! -You crazy fuck!
-Easy. -Psycho piece of shit!
-Relax. -The only reason you're still alive--
Take it easy.
It's fine, okay?
What should we do with you?
How you doing?
Not my first time working after a party.
Difference is, now you know.
That's not what I asked.
Fine. I'm fine.
I don't know if I thanked you for not reporting me.
Thanks.
I'm the last person who should be giving you advice.
But if you need help, just ask.
I told you, I'm fine.
I'm fine.
Stop stealing meds. They're for patients.
I won't again.
-Hello? -I need to see you.
I have a late shift at the bar.
No, not at Carla's bar.
I'm on duty.
In a couple hours, we get a lunch break.
-Everything okay? -Sorry. I woke you.
No, I have to get up anyway.
Who was that?
The school. They're letting me visit the munchkin.
Want me to come too?
I'll meet her, then we'll check out the space.
They won't let you, Nacho.
Better if I go alone.
Pick me up at the bar later, and then we'll go together.
One sec.
-What's up? -We let the antifa guy go.
I wish I could say we arrested Mateo, but I need more proof.
All I have is your word.
You need proof.
You'll have it soon.
Julia's telling Milena's boyfriend who killed her.
He'll go after Mateo.
I'll make sure she exposes the White Souls.
You trust Julia?
She's got plenty to gain,
but you need to give her daughter back. Now.
-I'm on it. -No excuses.
-It's up to the judge. -I said no excuses.
We both know the truth. Now the guilty have to pay.
Even the crooked cops.
Cover for them, and I'll think you killed her too.
Told you.
See?
It was me.
Screw that whore.
That bitch won't hurt…
Mateo…
Come on.
You really messed up.
What I don't get is, why film it?
What do you mean?
-Why did you kill her? -Carla, please.
-What, only you can ask? -Let me handle it.
Not till he explains why.
Fine. All right.
You want the truth?
She had it coming.
Mateo, she was your friend.
-She adored you. -Bullshit!
She used me.
Then she dropped me like yesterday's news.
When she and her mom got evicted, who took them in?
Me.
When Milena cried all day, who was there?
Me.
I stayed by her side all day,
tried everything to make her happy, then we hooked up.
Just once. All right.
But for me, it was amazing. Finally, a woman appreciated me.
Finally, a woman treated me like an alpha, not some beta loser.
-What kind of bullshit is that? -You want the truth or not?
I even introduced her to you, Carla.
You took her in at Love Madrid.
You basically adopted her, gave her a job at your shitty bar.
That's where she met Nacho. Good-looking, strong, the alpha.
And Mateo?
He ceased to exist.
Just as well.
That's when I woke up.
When I opened my eyes.
Saw her for what she was.
That's why I killed her!
-What the fuck are you saying?! -You're insane.
-You lied to us. To me. -She was a White Soul.
Milena was infected! She wasn't authentic, chaste, or pure!
Women are cancer to men!
A threat to the white family, the Aryan race, the cause--
-You're crazy, bastard! -Carla!
He can still hurt us.
The fact that you killed Milena doesn't matter now.
What?
Just keep quiet.
This stays in this room.
We destroyed every copy of the Milena video.
-What? -You heard me.
No evidence.
No.
My whole life, people looked down on me,
degraded me, insulted me, but that's over.
I knew this day would come.
It ends now.
I'm proud of what I've done.
What? Asshole!
I want the world to know I killed her.
I earned it!
Carla!
Come on. Please.
Alpha 25, code 3, 23 Mozárabes Street, apartment 4-2.
A woman fell down the stairs. Possible trauma.
Alpha 7 en route.
-Apartment 4-2? -Respond if you are nearby.
-Cancel it. It's my mom. -What?
She's been calling all week, one excuse after another.
I know her. She's fine.
She just wants to see me.
Marjane, we still have to go.
Then we'll see if it's a false alarm.
Look. One wrong step, and you'll have another scare.
Thanks, guys.
If you feel dizzy, call us right away.
Mom, what happened?
Look.
-You okay? What happened? -Look who it is. My daughter.
What does that mean?
It was an accident. She tripped on the rug, I think.
-It wasn't a lie. I really fell. -Seriously? When?
Are you dizzy?
I tripped on the rug.
All good?
She got dizzy. I'll check her BP.
Okay, I'm off.
I'm taking one of these for the road.
-Of course. Take one. I made them. -Delicious.
-Okay, guys. -No, thanks.
-See you later. -Thanks.
-They're really good. -Mom, stop.
They said no.
That's enough. I'm checking your BP.
Give me your arm. Put it here.
Seriously…
-Is that okay there? -Yeah, it's fine.
Don't move.
Did you dye your hair, honey?
I don't need to, Mother.
So, what's wrong?
Wrong with me?
What's wrong with you?
What's up with Alejandro? All of you?
We know our priorities.
Priorities? That's what you and my husband had in mind when you founded this group?
Priorities?
Well, I set up Love Madrid to help people, not hide a fucking killer.
You've got no clue.
You can't understand.
Because I'm a woman, right? Are you like Mateo?
Don't start.
I'm nothing like that fucking nutjob.
All I know is we're protecting a prick who killed one of us.
And we're betraying her for what?
For all this.
We're squatters.
Right.
Ever wonder why we haven’t been kicked out?
I'll tell you.
Someone pulls the strings so that the eviction orders get ignored.
Where do you think we get bail money for the White Souls?
Or funds to renovate your bar?
Or support after your husband died?
Look, Carla,
I don't expect you to get it,
but don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong.
But it's on us, right?
We let you think that making our coffee didn't make you a servant.
But yes, Carla. You're a servant.
In the end, we're all limited by our own mediocrity.
That's all you're good for.
Enough, Alejandro.
I'll take mine with milk.
Dávila showed us the full video.
You can clearly see Mateo at the end.
What? Mateo? It was the Arabs.
Not them, Julia. I saw it myself.
Okay. So why call me? What am I supposed to do?
Sell out the White Souls.
-No way. -Julia!
If you don't do it, I'll go and tell them you're a police informant.
That would make you a real prick.
-Julia. -I said no.
-I'm an idiot for trusting you. -Julia.
You're worse than all of them.
Jackass!
-Julia, stop, please. -No. Leave me alone.
I'm sick of you messing with me, blackmailing me.
I'm not ratting anyone out. Fuck that.
I'm done. I'm not risking my neck for your slut of a daughter.
-Sorry, not happening. -Julia, hear me out.
"Me, me, me…"
What's your problem?
Can't you take a look around for once?
It isn't all about you. Think of your daughter.
Stop putting your beliefs and hang-ups first.
-You're not my dad. Sorry. -I know.
Shut up and listen.
One of your crew killed my daughter. Stabbed her.
And I had to watch.
And I saw that son of a bitch Mateo brag about it.
Know why he did it?
She wouldn't sleep with him.
A fucking jerk-off killed my daughter.
And you belong to that group.
And instead of calling the cops on you, I'm reaching out.
Julia, I'm reaching out to you.
Can't you see?
For fuck's sake, Julia.
I get why you hate your dad.
I went to see him. He's a smug, selfish prick.
I get why you want nothing to do with them.
I get why you're angry. Honestly, I get your generation's anger.
You've got no money, no jobs,
you can't buy a house, and we're leaving you a screwed-up world.
But the path you're on isn't the right one.
Blaming made-up enemies won't help.
Life's unfair. Really unfair.
The weakest get screwed over.
But blaming others who are weaker won't help.
Dávila and the Dorado brothers, or even Carla, they're using you.
What will they do to Mateo?
They'll kill him.
But not for Milena. They'll do it to protect their narrative.
A story they'll cash in on later.
And they'll get away with it like always.
And people like you get screwed.
I'm smarter than you think.
Here are keys to an apartment in Altea.
It was for Milena. Now it's for you.
It's a gift.
No one will know you're there. I won't go there or bother you.
Start over.
Do me this favor.
What about my daughter?
Martín will give her to you if you help with the case.
Just inform on the White Souls and tell Nacho who killed Milena.
That's it.
Then you disappear.
Promise me Martín said that.
I swear on my daughter's memory.
Why are you doing this?
I want to help.
I messed up with my daughter. I don't want to mess up with you.
Take the keys, please.
New voicemail message.
Hi, Salvador.
You left without saying goodbye.
I don't know if we'll see each other again.
And…
I just…
I'm sorry about what we had…
whatever it was, I'm sorry…
it got screwed up.
That's all.
NATIONAL POLICE
Hey!
Anyone see who left this envelope?
-No. -No idea.
That's fine. What I need is…
I'll call back.
I know you're behind this.
Ignacio.
I'm warning you. If anything happens to my informant…
Breaking news. Enrique Carrizo, accused of killing Milena Aguirre
has been released.
This contradicts a statement by the National Police.
Confidential sources obtained by Channel 7
say authorities are still investigating.
So far, no new information…
-Morning. -What are you doing here?
There's a rat in your ranks.
That bitch.
And she's spilled a lot.
The White Souls file takes up a few boxes.
My colleagues and I want any statements that help the investigation.
Cooperate, and you'll reap the benefits.
So don't pussy out.
At least 25 tables fit.
Twenty-seven if we squeeze them in.
You like it?
Not bad.
That's not enough.
This is a huge investment. Our future.
-If we're not all in-- -No, that's not it, Nacho.
They don't want to tell you this, but Milena wasn't killed by an Arab.
It was Mateo.
What?
Salvador told me.
He's positive.
-Mateo? -They don't know where he is.
Maybe your uncle does. Don't call him.
I know what will happen.
Listen.
He has to pay!
But don't worry.
Okay?
I'll give you and your daughter a great life.
No.
We're not going with you, Nacho.
I might deserve this, but my daughter doesn't.
-What? -You know what I mean.
-Let me go! -How can you say that?
-After all I do for you two? -Let go. You're hurting me.
Let's go!
-What's up? -Mateo killed Milena?
-How'd you find out? -Julia told me!
She's a snitch. Don't trust her.
She's been leaking info to the cops for a while.
Is that true?
I said, is that true?
Julia!
What are you doing?
Julia.
They found out.
-What? -Nacho's gonna kill me.
Julia, where are you?
In an abandoned garage on Julián Camarillo.
-I'll send my location. -I know where it is. On our way.
-What happened? -A friend.
She's in trouble. She needs help.
Julia!
-Julia, are you here? -Salvador!
-You okay? -They'll get my daughter.
-They know where she is. -She'll be fine.
We'll find you a safe place. Okay?
Let's go to my mom's.
You sure?
-They won't find her there. -All right.
Hop in.
She's a friend. Don't ask. You owe me one.
Isra, I want to go with you.
You can't. We've talked about this.
Yeah, but for how long?
However long as it takes, man. A month, a year…
However long it takes. He'll explain.
Look.
Take your phone. They'll call you.
Stay reachable, okay?
Get him in! Israel, stop him!
-Stop. Chill, Nacho! -Please.
-Calm down. Let me explain. -Mateo!
-Let me-- -You fucking pussy!
-Cool it. -You rat!
You're dead, asshole!
Let's go, Tibu.
-Rat! -Quiet. Let's go downstairs.
Stab me, bastard!
-I'll kill you! -Shut up!
-Cool it! -Let go!
-Stop and listen! -Let go!
Let me explain, dammit!
-Are you a White Soul soldier? -A soldier, you traitor?
Listen. You're screwed. So am I and him.
Milena was killed by friendly fire, but we can't say that!
-What matters is the narrative. -What narrative?
-Listen! -I don't care!
I'm gonna kill him! Screw your narrative!
Who told you that you're not going to kill Mateo?
No one said he's not yours. Listen!
We had to delete the video so it wouldn't leak.
Get rid of the evidence. Got it?
-You didn't tell me? -Look how you're acting.
There's no talking to you!
Mateo's yours.
Do whatever you want to him.
But we'll do it right.
We're not doing it here, in front of everyone and shouting.
Tibu's taking him to the scrapyard where we killed Velasco.
-We're gonna do it right. -I'm gonna do it right.
-I know.
I know you're gonna do it right.
What are you doing here, honey?
-Can we come in? -Sure.
-Are you okay? -Yeah.
Good. Come in.
Let's go inside.
-Hello. -Hi. How are you?
Hi, Father.
Hi there. Come in, please.
Mom, please come in, I have to ask you a favor.
This is a friend of ours.
She got into trouble and needs to spend a couple of days somewhere safe.
-She can stay here. -Have her stay.
-Are you sure it's no problem? -No problem at all.
You can stay here.
You'll be safe here.
Mom, Dad, thank you so much.
You're welcome, honey.
-We're heading out, okay? -Whatever you need.
Thanks so much.
LA TORRE SCRAPYARD
Wait here.
Where are you going?
What do you mean? Tibu!
Nacho!
Come here. Let's talk.
No!
Mateo!
Stop!
Nacho, stop!
Hey!
Tibu!
CALL FROM MATEO
Salvador.
They shot me.
I'm dying.
Mateo, where are you?
Subtitle translation by: Meredith Cannella