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NEW YORK (UNITED STATES)
Thank you all for coming to the event, especially the Marquises of...
BANGKOK (THAILAND)
Inés.
Please say yes.
Since I met you, I've been the happiest woman in the world.
PANAMA CITY (PANAMA)
Hey, I have some really good news for you. The ambassador has given the go-ahead.
SPANISH EMBASSY
Yes. I've sent you a link so you can see which room you prefer, okay?
With the dimensions and so on. Oh, hey,
the day after tomorrow, they'll call you from the Ministry.
They're going to pick up all the material, okay?
TOKYO (JAPAN)
SPANISH EMBASSY
Good work, Takeshi.
Thank you for your work.
AGENT ZETA
RIBEIRA SACRA, GALICIA (SPAIN)
NATIONAL INTELLIGENCE CENTER (CNI) MADRID (SPAIN)
Here it is.
Operation Ciénaga, hot off the presses.
What do we know about it?
Well, that the four murdered agents participated in it
and, since then, all of them had false identities.
Elena, if the press connects the dots, all hell will break loose.
You know what you have to do. Terrorism, ISIS, Al Qaeda, you name it.
Okay.
In the dossier, there was one more file.
This one.
Get me the minister.
None of this gets out of here until we know what we're dealing with.
All right.
What are you going to do?
The only thing I can do.
Pepe! I have to go.
All right. I'll finish.
Thank you.
Let's go.
How subtle.
With a phone call, you wouldn't have agreed.
I'm not agreeing to anything.
You haven't turned on the TV today, have you?
I don't have a TV.
That's why I'm here, to disconnect.
- I'm on leave, in case you don't remember. - I remember.
I asked you for a year. Half a year ago.
We'll talk six months from now.
I'll be right back.
Iago.
Go on, take this. Like this.
You have to take the spoon.
There.
Come on, you can do it. Come on.
Way to go, Mom. You're a champ.
Why didn't you tell me?
That's it. She has good and bad days.
But when I came back from Beirut, she'd stopped speaking.
Very good.
That's it.
You have your mother's eyes.
She says my personality is just like his.
Right, Mom?
Your father is a legend, they say.
All the fallen end up as legends. Come on.
The last one. That's it.
Andreia.
Very good.
Here, you take it.
The four victims lived under false identities,
scattered in Spanish embassies.
- All were protected by the government. - They were hiding from someone. Why?
No idea. But that someone has found them and executed them.
Why those four?
The victims had a connection.
They participated in a mission 37 years ago.
They are former members of CESID, old-school spies.
What kind of mission?
I can't tell you anything else. There are no records of the mission.
We leave little in writing, but we leave something.
Right. But nothing was written about Operation Ciénaga,
or it was destroyed. I don't know.
Look, Elena, my priority now is my mother.
Whatever time she has left, I'd like to be by her side.
- I can totally understand. - Okay.
But there could be another murder, Iago.
Five agents were involved in Operation Ciénaga.
Only four victims have been found.
- You can't locate the fifth. - Exactly.
His current name is Salvador Ancares.
He has disappeared, he didn't go to work today.
He was relocated to the embassy in Tallinn, Estonia.
He's either dead or has gone into hiding.
Surely. But finding him is much more important than you think.
Ancares is the only person who can tell us what Operation Ciénaga was
and who is killing our people.
I'm sorry, Elena, but this is what you get.
I'll talk to you in six months. I already told you.
If she could speak, your mother would advise you to agree to this.
Excuse me?
I swear I didn't want you to find out like this.
What the hell is this, a joke?
It's the file of Salvador Ancares.
Ciénaga, 1987.
He's the fifth agent I want you to locate and protect.
No, my father... He died on a mission when I was a baby.
It can't be him.
Right.
Éric Baena died 34 years ago.
He and the four agents were buried
before being relocated under these new identities.
My mother wouldn't lie to me about this.
- I'm sorry. - It can't be him.
I'm also only just finding out now.
Iago, find Ancares.
Let him tell you what the hell is going on.
My father is dead.
Iago, your mother is in bed now. I'm leaving.
Thank you.
- See you tomorrow. - See you tomorrow.
My father, is he still alive?
Say something, Mom.
Come on. A gesture, anything.
SPANISH EMBASSY
He was retiring today, that's why it's like this.
We were waiting for him.
- When he didn't show up-- - His desk?
This one.
- Has he received any letters or packages? - No.
Something he bought that could've been shipped to him?
No, he didn't usually receive anything here.
- Are you sure? - Oh, yes.
- His cigarettes. - This right here?
Yes.
He smoked, but his wife didn't know, so he had them sent here.
A carton a week, every Friday.
Today is Thursday.
May I have a second alone, please?
- Sure. - Thanks.
Why hasn't he turned up like the others? He must be alive.
I'll get the camera footage from the area.
Ancares or his assassin must have left some trace.
Talk to his wife. See what you get out of her.
I'll call you when I get the footage.
Elena, just one thing.
He has another son.
Did you know that?
Zeta, the important thing now is to find Ancares, okay?
Right.
Is your mom here?
- Hi. Jesús, right? - Yes.
- Come on in. - Thank you.
Have you noticed any strange behavior lately?
On some days, he did act... strange.
Once he did say that he thought someone was following him, but...
who would follow a cultural attaché in Estonia?
We don't know.
Does it have anything to do with this?
Listen to me, don't worry, we'll find him. Do you hear me?
Mrs. Karlsson, is there somewhere in the house where he spends more time?
Mrs. Karlsson. Calm down.
In here.
CLICK ON THE BUTTON TO START DECRYPTION
Good morning, good afternoon, good evening.
If you're watching this, the five of us from Ciénaga have been hunted down.
If you came to kill me, you won't find me.
Nor will I tell you anything about that mission or what happened. Nothing.
Please don't hurt them. They have nothing to do with it, they know nothing.
And if you're one of the good guys...
Good guys, bad guys, it's complicated to draw the line in what we do, I know.
Two things. Protect my family,
and in that envelope you have everything you need for now.
Iago. We're checking the codes, which look like ours.
- He didn't tell you anything else? - Nothing more.
- Chief, come take a look at this. - Let's see, just a moment.
The codes lead us to GPS coordinates here.
Zeta, confirmed. The codes are ours.
Son of a bitch.
Zeta?
Turn around, God damn it!
Colombian Intelligence Service.
Drop your weapon.
Salomé Suárez. Right.
Your code name?
Alpha.
- And yours, Jesús Bao? - Zeta.
I earned the name "Alpha" because I was top of my class.
I guess you were the worst in yours.
Why is Colombia looking for a former Spanish spy relocated to Estonia?
In the last few days, someone has been following Ancares.
I don't know. When I arrived, he had already disappeared.
And instead of identifying yourself, you attack me and steal from me.
I'm sorry?
I'm the one who ended up across a windshield, aren't I?
- Does the envelope say where Ancares is? - How do you know there's an envelope?
I told you, I was top of my class.
Why didn't the CNI have Ancares under control?
- You don't want anything? - I don't drink.
- I'll treat you. - I don't drink.
- Have you been doing this for a long time? - Too long.
- Why did you choose this profession? - Someone has to do it, right?
Yeah. And you're the type who never tells his real name.
I can't tell you because I can't remember it.
Do you go around telling people yours?
It depends. Among colleagues.
No, we're not colleagues.
So, what do you want to do?
You do as you please. I'm waiting for orders.
Let's try again.
- Operation Ciénaga took place in Colombia? - Operation Ciénaga?
If you're looking for Ancares, it must have happened on Colombian soil.
- Don't play dumb. - I'm not playing dumb.
- You've been doing it from start. - I wouldn't know where to start.
- You wouldn't? - No.
I'll tell you what.
If you tell me where Ancares is,
I'll tell you what I know about Operation Ciénaga.
It's a win-win, see? We're both looking for the same thing.
I don't work as a team.
From now on, you do.
Whatever you say.
Talk to me.
I spoke with my Colombian counterpart.
Alpha is her best agent. Top of her class.
Ancares and the four dead agents operated illegally in Colombia.
It seems that Operation Ciénaga was a black op for all agencies.
So, now, Colombia and Spain have the same objective,
to find Ancares and clarify what the hell happened 37 years ago.
What have they promised you?
Colombia knows more about the operation than we do.
But they won't give us anything until they talk to him.
If we bring him to them, they'll give us the murderer.
They seem to know who it is.
Something seems fishy to me.
Zeta, from now on, the DNI and us are working as a team.
- You've gotta be fucking kidding me. - My hands are tied.
The coordinates. Have you found out anything?
Yes, they lead us to St. John the Baptist Cemetery, Rio de Janeiro.
We checked all the Center's files for services linked to this place.
We found an invoice from 1990 with funeral expenses.
It's a tombstone with a name and surname.
Say no more.
- Ancares buried Éric Baena there. - That's right.
Zeta, you're going to Brazil.
RIO DE JANEIRO (BRAZIL)
ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST CEMETERY
Can you hear me?
Loud and clear.
Sweeper. Orange suit.
Alpha, I've found the tomb.
Now what?
Someone has laid fresh flowers.
Hey. You. Stop right there.
I'm telling you to stop.
- Hey, can I ask you a question? - Sorry, ma'am, I'm working.
Hey! Stop right there.
Hey! Stop.
Hey! You son of a bitch!
Stop!
Shit!
Stop! Hey!
Okay, freeze! Freeze.
Hands, let me see them.
Turn around. Turn around.
The gun you've got there, put it down slowly, okay? Slowly.
Keep walking.
Easy. That's it.
Ancares. Where is Ancares?
You find that funny? Huh?
Drop your weapons!
Drop your weapons, motherfuckers!
You'd better drop your weapons.
Go on, God damn it!
Okay. Play along with them. Okay, okay, okay.
The bag.
Give him your bag.
The bag!
All good?
You know the drill.
You guys, you can leave.
- Quickly. - Come on, God damn it!
Come on, let's go.
The old man doesn't want the girl.
Hey!
God! Fucking hell!
Good, good. We're almost there.
We're here.
That's it. Come on, let's go.
Slowly. Get in.
Come on, let's go.
Everything all right at the embassy?
Of course it is. Nothing ever happens at that embassy.
Did you need to put on this circus?
You're supposed to be a professional.
That's not the attitude.
I'm going to ask you again, why are you looking for me?
To protect you.
Jesús Bao.
You're not able to protect yourself. What's your nom de guerre?
Zeta.
Is everyone okay at the House on Cuesta de las Perdices?
We call it "the Center" now.
Lots of Colombian women at the Center?
Joint mission, until your goons threw her out of a moving van.
- Why is Colombia looking for me? - You know why.
To clarify what happened 37 years ago on Colombian soil.
Operation Ciénaga. What happened?
I'll ask the questions for now. Okay, Zeta?
You've been to my house and you've seen my family. How are they?
Why don't you enlighten me with your wisdom and tell me what you see?
Do you have any other family that needs protection?
Very good, Zeta. The kid did his homework.
In Spain, it's on record that you were married and had a child.
That life belonged to Éric Baena.
You know where Éric Baena has been buried for 34 years.
Be very careful with this life, Zeta, very careful. It's complicated.
The Center will allow you to live many lives, many lives.
All those lives, Zeta, you'll live them in exchange for your own.
Mine is there now, in Estonia, in Tallinn.
- Will you protect my family, yes or no? - I've already told you, that's my job.
But you'll have to tell us about Operation Ciénaga
and why it could hurt us.
How do you intend to save my life by taking shots in the dark?
There are no records of the mission. We assume that CESID shredded everything.
There was nothing to shred. It was the '80s.
Who wants you dead and why?
Calm down. Always stay calm.
The whole mission was set up around a Colombian estate
very close to Medellín. La Ciénaga.
Why did the Center act on its own in foreign territory?
Because we came to La Ciénaga following a cocaine star,
a guy who was sharp as hell. Sito Baltar.
Sito Baltar?
The CNI doesn't deal with drug trafficking.
Sito was the bait to get to Tirapu.
The ETA member.
Asier Zabaltegui, alias "Tirapu."
The biggest son of a bitch in ETA's all-powerful military wing.
How Tirapu ended up in Colombia
is the beginning of our tragedy, yours and mine.
In the '80s, Tirapu had a meteoric rise through ETA's young recruits.
He wasn't even 25 and he was already leading the Biscay Command.
And the kid had what it took.
If he could sense Spanish in you, you were dead.
Instinctively, without even realizing it,
Tirapu had become a rising star in the world of terrorism,
a perfect killing machine.
Until he went too far.
Hit it, hit it!
Damn it! Shit!
There it is!
Fuck, he's still alive.
Get rid of that dog!
After that massacre, the government decided to eliminate him.
They gave us carte blanche, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
That way, the government could score some political points.
The problem was that ETA saw the move coming
and exiled its star terrorist to Colombia.
How did you locate Tirapu?
National Police intelligence informed us that the narco, Sito Baltar,
met regularly with Tirapu, and we obviously followed that lead.
Slowly.
Slowly, okay? This isn't sand, this costs money.
Sito Baltar. What a character.
Paco! You hear me? Paco!
In the '80s, Sito Baltar was the undisputed king of moving cocaine,
and like any good king, he had total control over certain ports in Colombia
from which shipments sailed out to the world.
Sito paid well and kept everyone happy.
If you got in his way, he'd make it clear who ruled both sides of the Atlantic.
Because Sito Baltar knew he was well protected by his friends in the FARC.
Man. You look good in green, dude.
- How's the family? Good? - Good, all good.
By protecting him, the guerrilla was feeding its own business,
and it wasn't the revolution.
It was cocaine and weapons.
Like my mom used to say, the little fish that bites its own tail.
The deal was simple.
ETA trained the FARC in making and handling explosives,
and the FARC supplied weapons to ETA.
And Baltar, for a nice cut, brought those weapons into Euskadi.
We take the tip, heat it and, at the same time...
Hey!
So we've got a narco with his ports and his ships,
a guerrilla army with its soldiers and weapons,
and a well-camouflaged ETA member sending loads of weapons back home.
- What are we missing here? - The weapons. Where did they come from?
From La Ciénaga,
the ranch of the most impressive arms dealer in the Americas.
Who?
I'll give you another history lesson.
In 1985, that is, 40 years ago, I was in charge of...
Let's call it "illegal port traffic."
And sometimes, mainly by luck,
we were ahead of the curve and we were able to prevent
a small portion of the weapons from entering Spain.
What the hell are you doing, asshole? Keep still.
Give me that.
It was in one of those operations that we discovered
the name of the person supplying the weapons
that ended up in ETA's all-powerful military wing.
Furiase. Teo Furiase.
Teo Furiase, aka "the Fury of God."
Furiase had built his entire life in La Ciénaga.
It was his home, his temple, his bunker.
And we found out Furiase was completely untouchable.
He had built his empire by bribing judges, businessmen, and politicians,
who let him operate freely across Latin America.
We never would've gone after him if he hadn't made contact with Tirapu.
But he did. And that's how five of us from the Agency ended up in Colombia.
Hey.
- Just a second. - My turn.
No, nothing.
Tirapu was a pro. He never so much as stuck a toe out of La Ciénaga's door.
Time and money were running out, and we had nothing.
Our higher-ups started losing patience.
How did you manage to find him?
A tip-off.
- A tip-off? - A tip-off. It's always a tip-off.
Was your source trustworthy?
I would have trusted him with my life.
He provided us with the day, time and place
of an exchange of briefcases between the Fury of God, Baltar and Tirapu.
The Holy Trinity of sons of bitches together in the same place.
- Have you seen all this I put on for you? - How wonderful.
The site was very tricky. Families, children...
But it was our only chance.
Tirapu was leaving Colombia that night, and the five of us on Operation Ciénaga
were convinced that the mission would be quick and clean.
I guess if someone is taking revenge on the CNI 37 years later,
it's because the operation was not as clean as you had imagined.
- What went wrong? - Keep one thing in mind.
Tirapu was a colossal son of a bitch, but he was no fool.
Okay, they're here.
Tirapu chose to be seen on the big day of the festival,
the day he knew he would have maximum protection,
with all those families as his best shield.
- Hey! - Hi!
How are you?
A cover agent's worst nightmare,
causing civilian casualties in a foreign country.
Tirapu knew that no one would go after him in such an environment.
We had no choice. We had to abort.
But it wasn't aborted.
Hunting down Tirapu had become a state matter.
He was leaving Colombia and there might not be another chance.
And to make matters even worse, that day, someone warned Furiase.
They had discovered that we were on to them.
And it all went to shit.
I was a kid.
That was the most fucked-up moment of my first life as an agent.
Who do you think might be taking revenge on you?
Anyone connected to any of the people we took out at that festival.
What do you think?
Let's do this, okay?
You and I are going to Bogotá.
Right now.
The DNI has questions for you.
First, you're going to tell Grandma something, Little Zeta Riding Hood.
Why the hell do you want to meet the wolf?
I came to protect you and that's what I plan to do. We're leaving.
Tell them to put down their weapons. I won't tell you twice.
I'm curious. I want to see how you plan on doing that.
My partner is aiming at you. So don't fool around.
- Watch out! - Son of a bitch!
Drop the fucking weapons! On the ground!
Put the fucking guns on the ground!
- Easy, easy. - Weapons down.
Drop the guns!
The kid is leaving now!
Guns on the ground!
The kid is leaving!
Put the gun down! Drop it!
And get the fucking stuff in the bag. Come on!
His things...
His things in the backpack.
All the stuff in the bag.
Take out the backpack.
I've listened to you long enough.
Come on, hurry up. Quickly!
- Easy does it. - Forget it. Grab it.
Grab the bag, damn it.
Go. Come on. Let's go. You, don't move.
I'll blow your fucking head off.
That way, damn it!
- Drop the gun! - Stop! Drop it!
I'll shoot him in the head!
Put down your weapons!
Relax! Put down your weapons.
Put down your weapons.
Everything's all right!
Everything's fine. Put it down.
The car keys.
Give me the keys.
The bitch! Go get her, run!
Come on, let's go that way!
Get the fuck out of there! Get out!
Quit doing that, God damn it!
Come on, damn it.
You fucking lost.
- You lost. - Don't shoot me, please.
- I'm going to kill this bitch. - Don't shoot me.
Easy. Easy!
- Let him fucking go! - Let him go now, bitch! Fuck!
- Relax. - Where's the guy with the motorcycle?
Come on, damn it, get a move on!
Drive, let's go!
He's crazy! Didn't you see me?
- Where are you going? - To the bathroom.
BOGOTA. THE DNI. IN 5 HOURS WE ACTIVATE
Everything okay?
Everything's wrong, thank God.
COLOMBIAN INTELLIGENCE SERVICE (DNI) BOGOTÁ (COLOMBIA)
Hello. Alpha.
- Elena Faron. Pleasure. - Hugo Landa.
Alpha.
Elena Faron, Hugo Landa.
They're waiting for us inside.
Ancares, come with me.
Zeta, you'd better wait at the hotel.
- This way. - So my duty's done?
Basically, you're not cleared to enter.
But your hotel is right across the street. You can walk there.
Get some rest. You deserve it. Talk to you later.
Excuse me, sir. Please, all your belongings here.
I'm sorry, but I have to keep this.
Good move. Come this way.
Thank you.
Good morning. Everything is fine here. She slept through the night
If you don't mind, I'd prefer the abridged version.
Colombia is after something related to the murders of our agents.
We don't know what,
but they're threatening a diplomatic crisis if we don't cooperate.
They insist the only person who can help them is you.
And in exchange, they'll give us the culprit of the embassy murders.
That is a priority for the minister. We need to answer to public opinion.
Don't lie, Landa. The minister needs to float in the shit,
which is what ministers do. They float in the shit.
Zeta knows my conditions,
I collaborate with you one last time and disappear. Alive.
- Forever. Yeah? - Very well.
- Fine. - Now, if you'll excuse me,
I've got Jordan on the hoop.
- Excuse me? - I need to shit.
Don't you guys shit? Of course, you guys never shit!
- We'll wait for you over there. - Jeez.
Come on.
- Hands. - Hey, relax.
Who are you?
Well, the old Spaniard sent us.
Ancares?
- No idea what name he goes by now, but... - Hold it right there.
Very well.
I'm Marlon, this is Flaco, and this is Vivi.
We come unarmed...
and we just want to help.
Help with what?
The old man will tell you that. For now, you have to trust us.
Flaco.
Easy. Put what you have in your backpack on the table, come on. Go on, both of you.
- Deploying equipment. - Very well.
All right, on the table. And no funny business, okay?
Okay.
- Come on. - Okay, okay.
Pass me the earbuds.
Good.
Let's get to work.
Marlon, do you copy?
Darling!
It's good to hear your voice after so long, brother.
Hey, we're at the hotel across the street with your new boyfriend.
Zeta, just listen now
and learn a little from your elders.
Marlon, something smells rotten in here, but I don't know what it is yet.
I need you to be my eyes out there, okay?
Well, don't worry.
That's what I'm here for.
And we're all in, working for you.
But you have to listen to me and not talk until I tell you.
I'm in your hands, Marlon.
And when I'm in your hands, you get very happy.
And that makes me nervous as hell.
Well, that's love, honey.
That's what love is.
- Elena Faron. - Welcome!
- I've been looking forward to meeting you. - Me too.
- Hugo Landa. - How are you?
- Please be seated. - Thank you.
- Good evening, gentlemen. - Good evening.
Well, I'm Diana Herrera. Welcome to Colombia.
Diana Herrera and Diana the Huntress,
I finally put a face to the person responsible for this festival.
You know a lot about festivals in Colombia, don't you?
Yes, quite a lot. Who are the Three Tenors?
Mr. Shepherd, Mr. Sheep and Mr. Dog.
Diana, what you need here is a good veterinarian.
He's still the same old son of a bitch.
I heard about your good sense of humor.
But don't worry, I'm the one driving.
They're just here to make sure we don't go off the road.
That's right. And, as you'll see, we brought you here
because the DNI wants to clarify what happened on Colombian soil in 1987.
You didn't need to kidnap me for that.
Kidnap you? Sorry, sir, we brought you here to make peace.
Of course. And you're talking to the dove of peace right now.
He's yanking their chain.
And I think you'd better put that piece away before it goes off.
Well then, are you Salvador Ancares?
Yes, for a long time now.
- And before that, you were called... - Baena. Éric Baena.
- You know it. Let's get to the point. - Of course.
A unit of yours operated illegally on Colombian soil
to catch a Spanish terrorist.
The mission ended in a massacre. We need to assign responsibility.
Define "responsibility."
The person who gave the order to open fire
in a public place filled with families on a holiday.
That person is in front of you right now.
The photo, Alonso, please.
Twenty dead and dozens injured.
The statute of limitations has expired, Diana.
I don't understand what the fuck we're doing here. It's expired.
Do you know what I don't understand? The next one, Alonso, please.
Mr. Ancares, we have obtained some images of you on the day of the embassy bombings.
They're stinging you, dude.
Can you see anything unusual about them?
Be very careful with what you say.
No.
No?
No, all normal. I see intelligence agent stuff.
Don't you find it suspicious that the only survivor of Operation Ciénaga
is its top commander?
And even more suspicious, the assassin didn't try to kill him, but to kidnap him.
Has my kidnapper been identified?
No, he's not on file.
Nor any of those responsible for the embassy bombings.
Of course he hasn't been identified.
It takes a lot of money, resources, a Diana the Huntress like you
to reach that level of professionalism and invisibility.
And you already know all of this because you know exactly who hired them.
And we'll tell you. In due time.
Right, so, I would like to ask you this.
Did you have contact with the deceased in recent months?
We know you did, Mr. Ancares.
You just need to confirm.
That's correct.
A journalist contacted Celia about a month ago.
She knew a lot of details about Ciénaga
and wanted to talk to all of us to publish a report.
It shouldn't have been that day.
There were too many civilians. It got out of hand.
- Did you have contact with her? - No, I didn't.
But the five of us met up because we didn't know how to proceed.
LONDON (UNITED KINGDOM)
Celia informed us that the journalist knew everything about the operation
and that she didn't reveal who her source was,
but she knew things that only those of us involved could know.
So, obviously, that meeting was very tense.
Could you be more precise?
You know they're playing games.
They're going to shoot at any moment.
Let's see...
Do you have the name of the journalist?
Does your intelligence center know you're dumb?
Mr. Ancares, be very careful with me. We're not in Spain, okay?
I'll ask you the question again.
Do you have the name of the journalist? Yes or no? It's very simple, even for you.
There was no journalist.
The journalist was bait to mark us and, subsequently, eliminate us.
Who? Who wanted to eliminate you?
This is a bore, Diana. We're not making any progress.
Would you be so kind as to tell us who it is?
What is it?
Fucking interference.
- Did you hear that? - Yes.
We're not the only ones listening in.
The signal's coming from the hotel. Above us.
Boss, keep doing what you're doing and look out the window.
We're being spied on.
Why did you disappear after the incident in Tallinn?
Because I was so scared
that I was literally crapping liquid in my pants.
Right, but you could've asked the CNI for help.
Sure, I could.
I could've done that.
- But I didn't. - Why not?
Let's cut the bullshit, Diana the Huntress.
It was clear someone had betrayed us.
That someone could only be from the CNI,
or from another agency with access to very sensitive intel.
Twenty dead in a foreign country, that's sensitive enough.
From here on out, nothing that happens will be accidental.
Because coincidences, Diana, don't exist in our line of work.
I don't understand. What do you mean?
I'm saying the shit we're floating in right now is 12 floors deep.
This floor, you and I...
are up to here in it.
If we keep playing spy games,
that shit's going to rise at least eight floors higher.
So you decide.
- Twentieth floor. - Confirmed.
Twentieth floor, room 20-06.
- Vivi, go. - What are we playing at,
with all the shit that you and I have, Diana...
Let's recap.
Alonso.
In 1987, there was carnage on the most important day
of the Flower Festival in Medellín.
The massacre was attributed to a war between cartels.
Until we discovered that a group of Spanish spies acted without our consent
and were responsible for the operation.
And now someone is eliminating them.
Esteban Furiase, Teo Furiase's firstborn and heir to his empire.
Okay, clear.
All clear. You can come up.
Good.
Thirty-seven years ago,
Esteban Furiase lost his father in your sloppy operation.
He's looking for you and he's going after each one of you.
We found out and we want to know what happened
before another shit show like that blows up in our faces.
- Any developments? - Marlon, it's all bugged.
Boss, you have a mole in there with you.
The bug is broadcasting live.
Track the IP.
- It's showing as Medellín. - Medellín?
A ranch.
It's La Ciénaga.
Boss, it's Esteban Furiase.
I need you to understand the situation right now.
One of the people in that room with you
is a goddamn mole from Esteban Furiase's cartel.
Cough if you want us to cut the feed, but that person will notice.
It seems like the case has been solved.
We already have our killer, don't we?
As you say, Elena, it seems.
The idea that Esteban Furiase is avenging
the death of his father is a solid hypothesis,
but it's still just a hypothesis.
You have the evidence that Esteban Furiase is behind the murders.
Arrest him and we'll handle the extradition.
- No, it's not that simple. - Why?
We'll hand over Esteban Furiase,
but only when we have the full story. We're missing the key piece.
So let's go back to the beginning.
Why kill four agents and keep you alive?
I understand.
What do you understand, Ancares?
I understand the issue.
Let's pull the plug. We're going to burst their fucking eardrums.
Take that, motherfucker.
All right, boss.
Time to dance salsa, sweetheart. So I hope you're in shape, you old sissy.
I need La Ciénaga's security protocols, now. Now!
Got it.
Should we stop?
No, it's okay.
So, Esteban Furiase.
One of two things, either you don't have enough evidence
to go after him or you can't go after him because he has very powerful friends.
We've all been in a situation like that at one time or another, Diana.
- Does he still live in La Ciénaga? - Yes, he still lives there.
He practically never leaves. Why?
Years ago, La Ciénaga was like a fortress.
You couldn't get in or out.
I imagine it's still like that, correct?
I see you know exactly how things work, don't you?
Look, stepping into Mr. Furiase's house would be an act of war.
Especially if we have no evidence.
Diana, go in.
Do it right.
Leave no trace, and we'll all live happily ever after.
You mean, "do it right" like you did in Operation Ciénaga?
No, we're not authorizing it for now.
I am sure, my brother,
that there's someone else spying on us.
So don't let them screw you over first.
Let's lay our cards on the table.
Okay, Diana?
What do you want from me?
I already told you.
We want the person responsible for the massacre.
Here goes.
Get the shield ready, brother.
The person who's truly responsible.
We want Casiel.
Casiel?
You never told your people?
- Do you people know who Casiel is? - No.
Ancares,
can you clarify who Casiel is
and why he is not in our files?
Those motherfuckers know.
Who is Casiel?
- I can't say that. - Are you deaf or what?
I'm asking you a question.
That's for the old Spaniard to tell you.
Only the five of us from La Ciénaga had information about that name.
And Casiel.
Either tell me how you got to Casiel, or this ends here.
No, the intel isn't coming from the dead, it's coming from the Furiase clan.
So either you're missing something, or you're yanking our chain, partner.
In an operation three weeks ago, we discovered that Furiase
had been keeping some information secret for more than 30 years.
We had an insider who brought us valuable information.
All right, Andresito.
See this little camera?
You're going to tell it everything you told us.
That's it.
Go on. Relax, nothing's going to happen to you.
The money and the ticket are ready. Nothing's going to happen, man. Go on.
The boss was totally obsessed with that Spanish guy, Ancares.
And he ordered all his embassy colleagues to be taken out.
I want us to go all out with this party.
- I'll take care of it. Leave it to me. - Of course. No, buddy, don't worry.
- Andresito. Ciao, my love. - Boss, take care.
I went into the house when the boss left and I cloned his computers then.
You hear me?
I opened the drawers and found a smaller computer inside.
I cloned it.
And then I noticed that there was also an envelope.
I opened it and inside was a card with a handwritten name on it.
And what was that name?
Casiel.
There you go. That's it.
We're looking at Furiase's computer, where we found that hidden folder.
Who is Casiel, Mr. Ancares?
So, you have his guy's testimony and the computer evidence. Go get Furiase.
We've already established that entering Furiase's house
would be a declaration of war.
Besides, Andresito showed up dead two days after those images.
Wow, what a coincidence.
Okay.
I'll give you Casiel when you guarantee my safety and my family's.
And you'll only be able to guarantee that once Esteban Furiase goes down, okay?
Your call. Take it or leave it.
Where are you going?
I'm going for a smoke.
You guys have a lot to talk about.
One last thing, you have an Esteban Furiase soldier in this room.
- He's bugged the microphones, the cameras... - Go get him!
Oh, my word...
Easy, Diana, easy.
Everything's fine for now. We've managed to disconnect their signal.
Remember that my offer is nonnegotiable.
You give me Esteban, I give you Casiel.
I want that in writing, Elena.
- I don't agree with this. - No.
When this is over, I want all three of you in my office.
- Diana. - I told you not now.
Keep your hands open.
Keep monitoring, keep monitoring.
You're a real son of a bitch, but you're a genius, Marlon.
You're a sly dog, boss.
Ancares, who is Casiel?
Relax, Zeta, relax.
We just exposed one of his soldiers inside the heart of the DNI,
so it's very likely they've infiltrated the part of the CNI that exposed us.
As for Casiel, one thing at a time.
Right now, it's not safe to share anything.
Did he break down and tell you who he was working for?
Only that an intermediary offered him money
to tap the building's cameras and microphones, nothing more.
A journalist, an intermediary... Esteban Furiase is doing his homework.
But there's good news. The DNI agrees to your demands,
in exchange for you handing over Casiel.
Ancares, who is Casiel? Why didn't the CNI have any record of him?
What the fuck do the Colombians want to do with Casiel?
I have no fucking idea, nor do I care.
Was he an agent of ours?
Did he gave the order to act
and that's why he was taken out of circulation?
Ancares, who is he? Why are you protecting him?
What's wrong? I can't hear anything.
What happened?
We lost him.
Why do you think Casiel is a man?
Is Casiel a woman?
With all her light and darkness,
she's been the most loyal agent the House has ever known.
We asked her for Tirapu, and she gave us Tirapu,
sacrificing the unimaginable.
Her name.
Is she still alive?
I could give you her name, but you'll never get Casiel.
Why?
Because the Casiel you and I knew doesn't exist anymore.
She doesn't operate like we do now.
But her loyalty's still alive, isn't it?
Don't give me that fucking look. That's why you chose her son,
because you knew he'd see it through.
Ancares, don't play with fire.
You and I will play with fire in this life and in the next.
Casiel is Pilar.
And that's the end of the fucking conversation.
Come back here.
Check if there's some kind of signal jammer.
- Will this take long? - I don't know.
You're the one who knows around here...
But I don't know.
What role did Pilar play in Ciénaga?
I can't tell you that yet.
How long have you known that Iago is your son?
It's my family, Elena. I was always a little ahead of you all.
Are you going to tell him?
In good time. For now, let everyone keep thinking
that Casiel is a man, okay?
And why are you telling me?
If I don't survive, you have to do what it takes
to get these motherfuckers to take Furiase out of the equation.
You know perfectly well that Colombia will not officially act against Furiase.
He's too powerful.
But they're offering support for your team.
Are you schizophrenic, Elena? Can you see any team right now?
You are our best asset here. You have contacts.
Elena, I'm retired.
- Retired people go fishing. - Ancares, I want Furiase,
and the price is Casiel's identity.
So we get Furiase, you rat out Casiel,
I get protection for you and your family,
and you go fishing. For as long as you want.
Someday you won't float in the shit anymore and I'll be there to see it.
Are you guys there?
Hey! Hey. What happened?
Find out why the fuck you can't hear me.
Ancares, the signal went. What did we miss?
You're not going to like it, Marlo. Not one fucking bit.
I'm on my way.
Very well.
Pack everything up, we're going to Medellín.
Let's go.
What did the official tell you?
That $250,000 buys 15 minutes of darkness.
We'd agreed on 30 minutes.
Welcome to Medellín, Colombia.
Well, for 15 minutes, we'll be ghosts in that maze.
Then we're left with our pants down.
If we want to quit, this is the time to do it. It's up to you.
Marlon, over to you.
Very well. Welcome to La Ciénaga,
Daddy Teo's estate.
Upgraded with the best technology,
security cameras with motion sensors,
and biometric sensors inside the house.
Your contact will disable the security, won't he?
No, madam. The 250 only covered disabling passive security.
I'll handle the generators.
What I have no clue about is who's going to deal
with that pack of motherfuckers.
How many men?
Twelve on the ranch and a few trusted ones inside the house.
Main bedroom?
From the size, we think this is the master bedroom,
so Esteban and Miss Venezuela 2015 are sleeping here.
And in this one, the children.
- How many children in total? - Two, the pair.
That asshole lives with his mother-in-law.
- You have to be a real sissy-- - I want that bastard alive.
Documents, wire transfers, payments to hit men.
To extradite him, we have to link him to the embassy murders,
and I'm not settling for four shitty laptop photos. Got it?
Fifteen minutes. Quick and clean. When you have the package,
Marlon will pick you up at the meeting point.
That's right.
Zeta. Alive.
Very good. Flaco. Vivi.
We should be one hour from blackout.
One hour.
What happened?
Guys, what happened to the lights?
Send five over there.
What's going on?
Boss, all of La Ciénaga is without power.
The generator?
It's been tampered with, boss.
- Let's go get the children. - Baby, what's happening?
Princess, wake up.
- Wake up, little princess. - Sweetie, my prince.
- It's going to be all right. - Wake up, my love.
- It will be all right. - Is something wrong?
- It'll be all right. - Nothing, the power went out.
Take the children to the living room.
Come on, sweetie. Let's go. That's it.
Everything in order?
Yes, sir.
We have all the men combing the estate.
But if you need to grab something, you better do it now.
From the office.
Call for backup. Bring in the paramilitaries.
Careful, to the right.
Let's go!
Let's go.
You're ten minutes in.
What's going on?
- No signal. - Relax, relax, relax.
You guys hide behind the couch.
Anita, come here. Take it.
I'm sorry, they're coming for me.
- Esteban, what's going on? - Protect the children.
- My love, what about you? - Protect the children!
I'll be right back. Don't move from here.
- Take good care of them. - Yes, sir.
Right away! We have to protect the boss!
Fire!
Are you okay?
Two minutes. We have to go.
Get them out of there, now.
Drop your weapon, Furiase.
Drop it! Open the curtain. Open the curtain.
You were the one who deceived me.
What the fuck are you doing?
Self-defense. Let's go.
Marlon reports that the power is back on.
There are several paramilitary cars heading for La Ciénaga.
Zeta, do you have Esteban Furiase?
- I don't think they're receiving us. - Zeta!
- Paramilitaries one minute away. - Ancares, get them out of there.
Boss, the paramilitaries are here.
I'll have a hard time getting your mob out.
- Come on. - Get them out.
- Marlon, meeting point. - She's injured.
Extraction, God damn it! Move!
Get in!
- Come on! - Quick. Let's go.
Get in.
Go, drive! Drive!
It'll pass in a minute.
I know.
- Go, go, go! - Furiase's cell phone.
Thank God there were only 12 men.
Twelve, twenty-four, thirty-six...
- It's all the same. - Don't bust my balls!
Fine.
Grandpa, returning to base. The pair are safe and sound.
Okay, good.
- All right. - All right, then.
Okay, very good. Very good job. Very good work.
Right, Zeta. Furiase?
- Dead. - What?
Alpha took him out.
- Shit. Fuck. But why? - Self-defense.
Furiase's phone.
At least we have something.
Thanks, Zeta. Good job. Let's see what we get out of it.
Very good job.
Good job? Furiase is dead, you know?
What's with that face?
Would you have preferred to be the dead one?
Well, no.
One less son of a bitch. We're all glad, Iago.
Boss, she's fine.
A shot to the vest, a hard hit, and a big scare. That's all.
I'm sure you're proud of the shitty job you've done.
You're a real brute.
Roll it back.
- This? - Yeah, it got stuck.
I'm not so sure.
- Yes, rewind it. - Okay.
How are you doing?
- Everything is in order. Thank you. - Okay.
- You have something, right? - No, for the moment, there's nothing.
- Any good news on that phone? - No.
Nothing yet.
Well then.
Your turn. Where's Casiel?
You just get well. We'll talk about it later.
Alpha, the deal was Furiase. Alive.
Dead or alive. What you needed was evidence against him.
You have his cell phone.
I'll tell you what, Alpha.
As soon as we know what's on that cell phone, we'll talk.
Casiel. Or none of you are going anywhere.
- Elena. - Coming.
Okay, Ancares.
That's it.
It's about fucking time you start talking.
Where's Casiel?
Why are you so protective of her?
Right, I'm protecting her.
I'm protecting her.
How do you know Casiel is a woman? I've never told anyone who isn't dead.
Don't underestimate me. It was me who unearthed the case.
We've been after her for years.
Casiel was...
our most valuable source of intel.
Getting into La Ciénaga was impossible,
so the House did the only thing they're good at.
They sent a woman undercover.
A woman whose identity and role were kept completely secret.
Back then, her name was Sara Varela.
She joined the National Police
because her father was one of the Civil Guardsmen killed by Tirapu.
- Long live the Civil Guard! - Long may it live!
Her motivation was very strong.
That's why she was going to be so valuable to us,
because she would be loyal to the end. And she was.
Obviously, they sent her to Colombia to win over the Fury of God
- and get to Tirapu through him. - Sara.
- Inés. Pleased to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
- Éric. - How's it going? Nice to meet you.
- Lucas. - Nice to meet you.
Furiase had lost his wife, and getting her into his bed
seemed a reasonable option to obtain information.
Well, damn.
Pretty, isn't she?
Average.
Average?
Sara, this is La Ciénaga.
These are the three zones we'll use to exchange intel.
We'll need to come up with a name.
We instructed her on the case
and it was us who turned her into an undercover agent.
Sara Varela ceased to exist and became Ana Vázquez.
But we, for safety's sake, baptized her as Casiel, an acronym.
The initials of our six names.
Only the six of us knew her by that name.
Well?
- She was a goddess. - Shall we? Here.
Furiase would crumble like rubble at her feet.
Good old Teo Furiase drowned his sorrows at the Sausalito,
a place for rich kids on the outskirts of Medellín.
We just had to put Casiel on the hook and wait for him to take the bait.
And he did.
Pedrito, who's that chick?
- Ana, Mr. Furiase. - Pleased to meet you.
Sara became Teo's favorite pastime. She began to see and hear things.
And so noble.
Well, and so well surrounded. This is wonderful too, really.
Come on. To Furiase, of course.
- This is... - Whoa! Wow.
Yes, that's what you need, yes.
A gift that...
Every Monday, she would give me her reports.
We would meet incognito, obviously, and...
- Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah.
One day, the inevitable happened and it got complicated.
Why don't we leave this all behind?
Surely they can send in others.
I'm not leaving until I bust that son of a bitch.
And she put her life on the line to find out
everything about the batch of weapons that Tirapu was going to buy from Furiase.
The day, the time, the place, everything.
A perfect operation if it weren't for one small detail.
Tirapu was supposed to be the...
finishing touch to so much sacrifice, but that day everything went wrong.
I'm taking the girl to the Flower Festival.
- Have fun, then. - Yes.
I think we'll be back by 5:00 p.m.
- Sure, I'll be here. - Playing it safe, right? Okay, great.
The op went sideways the moment all those civilians got in the way.
And it could get worse.
And it did.
Get me another.
Motherfucker.
To the folks back home,
as we say here.
You have a call.
Please excuse me.
Come on. Dad!
That woman's bad, she's deceiving you.
She's a bitch.
And I swear that, for a moment,
Sara and I were about to wrap it up like any another mission, but...
Who the fuck are you?
Mommy!
We were just kids.
None of us were prepared for that, none of us.
- Mommy! - None of us.
Wake up!
All I cared about was getting her out of there.
We were all guilty, and in a way, we all...
died that afternoon.
What happened after Ciénaga?
Look.
Like this. Wave like this.
They pulled us out of Colombia, kept us under wraps for a good while,
and when we got back to Spain,
Sara and I focused on what really mattered,
starting a family.
- Our son was born, and our plan... - What the fuck are you saying?
- ...was to stay involved-- - Fuck you!
- Calm down! - What the fuck are you saying?
Zeta!
- I should rip your fucking head off, man! - Calm down, damn it!
- I swear I will, you clown. - This is an order! Stop!
- You're a fucking clown! - Shut up, that's enough, damn it.
- Don't fucking touch me. - That's enough!
You're a fucking clown. You're a clown, man.
- Okay. That's enough, man, damn it. - Fuck you. Clown!
Are you okay? Zeta.
Look...
I don't know what's going on between you.
What I do know is that Casiel was the one who started the shooting at the festival.
So stop with the bullshit and tell me where she is.
Our plan was to stay tied to the service, under the radar.
But when our son turned one,
the House told us Colombia and the Furiase clan were investigating
who was behind the massacre.
If they found out, we were dead.
So CESID pulled us out,
because it was the only way they could protect themselves.
You have your destination
and the necessary information to start a new life.
So they faked our deaths and buried us all.
Sara became Pilar and I became Salvador Ancares.
Sara had crossed lines
the House would never take responsibility for.
That's why they pulled us out of Spain for good, with new identities.
And we were both ready to start a new life,
another one, far away from Spain,
but at that time, too much had happened between us.
And only I got on that plane.
Ancares, this Pilar, Casiel,
whatever her name is, where can we find her?
I don't know.
And have you heard from your son?
Not a trace.
Landa.
This all smells rotten to you too, doesn't it?
I still don't know where the stench is coming from...
but I'm going to find out, partner.
What bullshit is that clown talking about?
- Zeta, I know it's hard. - What is hard?
I know it's hard to digest.
Ancares told me about it at the DNI, and we found documents
- linking your mother to Operation Ciénaga. - What are you saying?
- That my mother is an agent? - I know it's hard to understand,
but Ancares isn't lying.
You guys are going to drive me fucking crazy.
I don't know who's lying and who's not. I want an explanation.
- And I'll give it to you. - I want you to tell me now.
Look, I don't care. Tell me now.
We'll talk later. We'll talk later.
Do we know how many people were killed in the operation yet?
They've counted 15 so far, but there will definitely be more.
We'll see, because Furiase can't tell us anything anymore.
But we have the phone and there's much information there, right?
Let's see what we find.
- Has anything else shown up? - No. Hello.
How are you? Are you okay?
Yes.
- Do we know anything? Do we have him? - Negative.
Casiel is a woman, as I imagined. She changed her identity several times.
Currently, her name is Pilar,
and that is the only useful thing Ancares told us.
Right...
That guy's yanking our chain.
Okay.
Let's see what we can get out of him.
Please accompany the Spaniards to the hotel
while we corroborate the information.
What? No, no, no. No way. We're going back to Spain.
Of course, naturally, you can return to Spain whenever you want,
but Ancares stays here until we have Casiel.
- That's not what we agreed. - We want her whereabouts.
We do not know. Look,
we can help you look for her, but today, we're leaving,
and he's coming with us.
- That plane is not leaving. - Landa.
Ms. Herrera, if in the next hour, that plane is not leaving for Spain,
I will have to call the minister. Or the president, which will be worse.
Sure.
- You win, Ms. Faron. But... - All right.
...Alpha goes with you to Spain,
and we'll continue the investigation there, all right?
Great, that's a win-win situation.
- It was a pleasure meeting you. - Likewise.
- We're there if you need anything. - Same here.
This life is very hard, it's...
But it's what we love. You get used to it.
How long have you known who I am?
A father always needs to be two steps ahead of his son.
And you abandon your family?
No, it's not that simple.
Your mother wasn't cut out for this life.
She didn't want to be tied to the service. But I did.
I did. So I decided to disappear.
At the time, it seemed like a legitimate decision.
Why did they want you alive?
You and I would have done the same.
We would have wanted whoever was closest to Casiel alive.
Are you going to tell me the fucking truth for once?
- The truth. - Yes.
Who the fuck knows what the truth is?
La Ciénaga swallowed us whole.
Fucking shitty life!
It swallowed us whole and never spat us back out.
I could never forgive myself for what we did in Colombia.
Seeing your mother every day reminded me of it constantly
and we argued and cried, cried and argued.
One day, I woke up yelling at her,
hating her, shaking her, and told her that...
I was leaving, that I wouldn't come back until I was ready.
But that never happened.
One day, she called me to tell me that I was nobody to you,
that she'd told you that I'd died, that I shouldn't write to you anymore.
Because I was sending you postcards.
Of some amazing places I'd been.
What did you expect?
She decided that I didn't deserve to exist for you
and I decided to respect that.
Well, you did exist for me.
Zeta, get your things, we're going home.
Leave her alone, okay?
No, don't you worry. She's a sick old woman.
- They won't be able to extradite her. - I swear I'll rip your heads off, Elena.
I'll personally see to it that they do not discover her identity.
Let's go.
For being the worst in your class, you did a good job.
Thanks.
See you in Madrid.
- It's done. - Bye. It's been a pleasure.
Hey.
- Elena is wrong. - How so?
Your mother isn't safe yet. Come.
What are you saying?
Come.
Hey, everybody inside!
Take cover!
Come!
Take cover!
Get inside!
Get inside, damn it!
Okay, hold him there!
Look at me, motherfucker!
Stay with me, stay with me!
Look at me! Damn it, look at me! Fuck!
Up.
Press there, press!
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me!
- Press, damn it! - Stay with me, motherfucker. Stay with me!
Why the hell didn't you wait for my signal?
- Did I get him? - Do you have the recording?
Hold on.
Pulling the hotel job
and making them think Esteban Furiase was spying on them is one thing.
But a hit inside a fucking military base, surrounded by armed men
and no time to prep? That's a whole other story. I want double.
All right. Can I have the recording?
Elena is wrong.
How so?
Your mother isn't safe yet. Come.
You can't hear the last part.
It's the plane, that's not good for shit.
- Can't the audio be recovered? - No way.
I told you to wait for my signal.
What do we do now?
Put a bullet in his leg, run away, what? Do we--
Target down. How is Ancares?
We're here today to say goodbye to our friend, Salvador.
Though we feel an immense emptiness and deep sorrow at his passing,
his memory will live on in our hearts,
and the love we shared will never fade.
We hope that Salvador's family and friends
find comfort in the memories you shared.
We're here to support you through this.
Pepe, everything okay?
All is well. Your mother is upstairs with Andreia.
"I know what that is, my friend," replied Dixie.
"My mother scolded me whenever she noticed that I'd gone to the gym to work out."
Hey! Iago has just arrived.
We'll continue another time. I'll leave you with him.
- Hello. - Hi.
All right, I'm off.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
I've missed you so much.
You're so brave, Mom.
Drop your weapon.
I said drop your weapon.
On the floor.
How did you do it?
How did you manage to find the Ciénaga Five?
Everyone has a price.
- Celia. - Just a moment.
You contacted her, and she led you to the others.
But they were waiting for you inside too.
- Are you sure she was a journalist? - I'm not sure of anything,
- otherwise we wouldn't be here. - Let's be specific.
Take your time, Celia, what exactly did she tell you?
That she had sensitive information about Ciénaga.
And that she'd write a book.
And who is the source?
- She wouldn't say. - Did you tell her anything about her?
Of course not.
But she knew there were six of us
and that the sixth was a woman.
Only someone who was there and saw us could know that.
Furiase Jr.
No, Furiase Jr. was not at the festival that afternoon.
Right, but Furiase Jr. knew her.
He let the cat out of the bag and warned his father.
Do you think she has something to do with Furiase's son?
He's definitely the one who'd want payback the most.
They were right.
Furiase and I wanted every last one of them.
Did she mention Casiel?
Not at all.
Give them the name, we tag her,
and let's see where the hell this all leads. Okay?
Anyone who said that name would be marked like a counterfeit bill.
Casiel?
- Can you spell it for me, please? - Sure.
C-A-S-I...
When you found her and pretended to be a journalist,
Celia set the bait for you.
When the book comes out, I'll let you know.
It was only a matter of time.
- Goodbye. - Until next time.
Received. Thank you.
You used Esteban to carry out the plan and kill the agents.
At the same time, you used Andresito's lies
to get the DNI to go after Furiase and uncover Operation Ciénaga.
Open the curtain.
Once you got to Ancares, you had no more use for Furiase.
You were the one who betrayed--
I saw you kill him, it wasn't self-defense.
And the same thing happened to Ancares. He caught you.
How do you know Casiel is a woman? I've never told anyone who isn't dead.
Don't underestimate me.
It was me who unearthed the case.
We've been after her for years.
He was about to find out who you were and you hired the hit man.
Hold still.
Who do you work for?
For myself.
Why the fuck do you want my mother?
I said why the fuck do you want my mother?
I spent my whole life chasing after her.
Your mom caused the festival massacre.
Mommy.
Mommy! Help, please!
I was there.
And I saw her.
Mommy!
Wake up!
While my parents were bleeding to death.
My name is Ainara.
Iago, I have nothing against you.
The DNI is informed.
There have been enough deaths, Ainara.
Listen to me.
You're going to put down the gun you have there.
The one hidden on your back.
You're going to put it on the table.
It's over.
You have no way out, you have to trust me.
Look.
That's it now.
Put down your weapon.
Okay.
Keep your eyes on me.
Everything's going to be okay.
Keep calm.
That's it.
Leave it there.
There you go.
Hello, Casiel.
- Don't touch me. - Stay still.
Don't move. Stay still.
Okay, press on it.
Right there. Press.
That's it.
- Don't touch me! - Stay still. Stay still.
Press and turn on your side.
That's it.
Here, please.
I think that was reckless on your part.
You knew everything from the beginning.
- Thank you very much, Zeta. Truly. - Elena.
I'm coming.
It's okay.
Mom.
Hey. Talk to me.
Talk to me. Talk to me.
It's over. It's over.
It's over.
They were postcards of...
Of some amazing places I'd been to.
For Iago
Dear son,
if you're reading this letter, it means I will no longer be with you.
It's very difficult for me to write these words,
but I have to do it, since I never had the courage to tell you.
I'm leaving. See you in a few days, Mom.
Your father was not killed in the line of duty.
Don't worry about us. We'll be fine.
Thank you.
- Bye. - Bye.
When you were very little, I made the decision to separate.
I know you'll have many questions.
But I only have one answer.
I wanted to protect you. Not from him, he loved you deeply, but from myself.
I wanted to bury the woman I once was,
and with him, that was impossible.
So I left him and gave him no chance to be your father.
I know it's unfair to you,
just as it was to him.
The postcards with this letter were sent by him,
hoping that one day he'd get to see you
and recover the love we lost when we were different people.
I hope that one day you can forgive me.
I love you.
The man who fooled everyone.
Who, me? No, brother.
That was all planned by your dad.
Nothing could be done.
I'm very sorry.
You have no idea what kind of old man you have.
See what it takes to kill that motherfucker,
and the bullet came this close.
How lucky you are to have him.
Where is he?
Leaving already?
I'm going to scratch my balls in Cartagena.
Good plan.
Why didn't you kill her?
You know she'll be back for you, don't you?
Have a safe trip.
Just like the old son of a bitch.