The jihad does not die with its men, when the sacrifices
of our brother martyrs are still remembered
and perpetuated by those who live.
The sacrifices of our brother martyrs.
Salah Al Garheeb is dead.
He was tortured to death in your Spanish prison!
-Hi, honey. -This is Christ's mystic body...
He was murdered,
but his death will never be forgotten.
The Word defines us as people...
I tell you, all those who stained their hands with his blood
will be punished.
-I'm sorry. -Mum, you're leaving?
I invite every brother to avenge my father.
...will be members of the Church...
Allah is the greatest.
THE UNIT
And no one noticed anything?
It must've happened at night.
We found him first thing in the morning.
Fuck.
You're fucking kidding me.
He bashed his own head against the wall.
And those wounds?
Self-inflicted, he did it for weeks
How do we prove it was suicide now?
News of his death mustn't spread inside the prison and beyond.
That's tricky, news travels fast here.
Hakim has to be isolated again before he starts a reprisal mutiny.
Brothers, Salah Al Garheeb was tortured in prison
by the guards until he died.
-Hakim, come with me. -Why?
The warden wants to see you. He'll explain.
Come on, let's go.
This is proof that it's true.
They killed him.
Let's go.
Brothers, peace, peace!
Peace, peace.
-Let's go. -Peace.
Peace.
What did Hakim tell you?
That the guards tortured him for days
-and beat him to death. -When did he tell you?
To me and my cellmates, last night.
To the others, this morning.
I want the names of all the inmates he spoke to,
even if it was to say, "hello", "pass the salt", whatever.
Everyone.
Did he talk about doing anything?
Some kind of reprisal?
Nothing, he's always told us he's a man of peace.
Nothing.
Okay.
He announced Al Garheeb's death before they found the body.
-It's a coordinated action. -Al Garheeb was meant to be isolated.
He could've sent word through his lawyer.
We have to arrest him before news gets out.
Come on, Carla. He's a lawyer.
They'll go for our jugular if we just arrest him.
This suicide makes no sense unless it's meant to provoke
some reaction: a mutiny here or a response outside.
We have to be ready.
Now I understand why the Americans killed Bin Laden.
We made a mistake putting Hakim with the common inmates.
"We"? No, make no mistake,
we did it because you scared the people upstairs.
But relax, we can still play it to our advantage.
Marcos, one question.
Did you like the stripper clowns that we sent you?
Yes, Lúa loved them.
Okay, the fugitives turned on the hostage's phone in a forest
some 30 kilometres from where we found the body.
-When did they activate it? -Ten minutes ago,
for a few seconds, enough for us.
We're heading there right now,
-they're fleeing on foot, desperate. -Desperate...
or not, Sergio, be careful, okay?
You're pissed to not be here when we get them, huh?
No response?
You climbing the walls right now?
Sergio.
-You're climbing the walls. -Any news, call me.
LAWYER
-Ramón. -Hear this.
Al Garheeb's lawyer has disappeared.
They haven't heard from him since yesterday.
-And his mobile's off. -Right. Keep looking.
Leave a message at the practice.
Say he'd better contact me before making any move.
Okay, I'm on my way.
She told me.
She's been seeing him for a month in secret.
Why are you in the robe?
-I don't feel like swimming. -Neither do I.
But take it off, I'm hot just looking at you.
What's wrong? You're acting strange.
Don't worry, I'm fine.
But he's married. Doesn't Rachida mind?
Why would she mind? He gives her loads of gifts.
Handbags.
Jewels.
And...
He's well endowed.
The wine's running low. Do you have any more?
It's the last bottle.
Well, we'll get another one.
And smile. You look like a sourpuss.
That sourpuss Rachida
should look for other women's men.
Or I should,
I married the least rich
and the dumbest of the two brothers.
Cheer up, Amina.
With this house and your husband's money,
I don't know what else you want from life.
I'd give anything for...
They're coming!
You two have a hard life!
We're very bored.
-Where's Ismael? -On the phone.
-How are you? -I missed you.
Me, too.
A problem!
Look, fool, tomorrow at 8, bring me the merchandise.
Do you understand?
Bring it to me at 8. It's not my problem.
Alright, Hakim.
As of now, you'll be totally cut off, from you lawyer as well.
Got me?
I know you won't tell me
your intentions with the death of Al Garheeb.
I know.
But you know that, whatever happens, you'll pay the most here.
We know you were going to meet with Ismail.
We follow him, Hakim.
We follow all of you.
Everyone.
Al Garheeb's plans won't go anywhere.
Your war is lost, accept it.
Do you really think it's worth
rotting here in jail, for the rest of your life,
for a lost cause, Hakim?
Do you really think it's worth it?
I can offer you a way out.
I spoke to the prosecutor and...
a few years here, very few,
and then...
money, a life wherever you want.
Wherever you want, Hakim.
Think it over.
What are your intentions with Al Garheeb's death?
Be smart, tell me.
Our war is not lost.
It's useless, he won't give in.
Let him rot in there.
Come on, we have to sweep a perimeter of 4 kilometres!
Please!
They've found a mobile. Near the riverbank.
15-4 to Iker-0: We'll take care of it.
-Look for any prints. -Where's this mobile?
Here.
Get that dog back.
It's the woman's mobile.
From here on, eyes peeled!
They found a trail three kilometres from here.
Bag this mobile.
-They're recent. -They are.
They're the tracks of a Land Rover.
Road access is meant to be closed.
What cars do the Rangers use?
-Jeeps, I think. Find out. -On it.
They hijacked another vehicle or someone picked them up.
Speak to the Rangers personally,
see if they're missing a vehicle. And put out a search on a Land Rover.
Got it.
I don't know. They may have called someone to transport them,
but they definitely have help, and we've lost them, Marcos.
Where's the logic in that? It's common sense, I think.
Everything alright?
Everything's fine, fine.
Just supposing. Maybe in other places...
Look, Pepe, take it back. Please...
-See? No looks, but they communicate. -Who's that inmate?
Rachid Hamid.
He got out a few weeks ago. Theft and drugs.
He has no link to the jihad, but he's crazy.
These two also got out a couple of weeks ago
and were seen with him in jail. But, as far as we know,
they had no contact with him.
I want all three of them.
We're onto him, but the other two are whereabouts unknown.
You take care of them.
Okay. Thanks.
Are you happy? Did you like the magician?
-Bye. -Bye.
Hey!
Thanks.
Don't worry, Lúa's fine. She's inside with your dad.
-Well, I... -Wait.
We lost them. And I wasn't there.
It wouldn't have changed anything.
You're going already?
-Did you have fun? -Yes, it was great.
-Thank you. -Bye.
See you soon.
Marcos.
They have logistic support.
Right.
They called someone. Someone picked them up.
We have another problem, Marcos.
Al Garheeb killed himself last night.
For now, we've kept it quiet, but if news gets out,
-we're in deep shit. -How did he kill himself?
Hey! How are you? Did you have fun?
-Thank you for inviting us. -Right.
See you.
-See you soon. -Bye.
I want you here with Ramón, okay?
Okay. Go to Lúa, don't worry.
Olga.
-Look who's here. -Lúa, honey.
She's acting offended now,
but she was playing all the time with the girls. She had great fun.
I feel bad for her, it's not her fault.
I get it. And I'm not saying it so you'll forgive me.
Do you remember I once left you and your brother in a shop?
There was an ETA alarm, remember?
A supermarket, Dad.
Well...
You held it against me for...
I don't know how long.
You also forgot to call Mum to come and get us.
You haven't eaten, have you?
You don't look well. Can I get you something?
Well... Don't worry about Lúa,
she's not as resentful as another girl I remember.
Besides, you're doing better than I did.
Well, that's not so hard.
Are you sure you're alright?
I'm worn out, Dad.
I'm missing something, and I don't know where to look.
It's impossible.
I know the score, Carla.
When I ignored you two or was mean to your mother,
it was really because...
I didn't know how to handle the pressure here,
the impotence, the frustration...
You know that if you fail, someone dies. And you can't fail.
But you can't control everything.
Sooner or later, it'll happen,
and there'll be a victim you couldn't save, and...
that's how this is.
Go on,
go to the little one. Don't do what I did.
Hey, you...
Grandpa told me you figured out almost all the magician's tricks.
Is that true?
What's wrong, Longstocking, are you never talking to me?
You're the only one,
the only mother who left her daughter's Communion.
Well, honey,
your mother's a police officer.
Lucas' mum is a police officer, too,
but she goes to all of his hockey games. All of them.
I've explained to you, Lúa.
-Mine is a different unit. -Dad was there.
Only you have emergencies. Always.
You shouldn't have had kids,
because kids suffer, you know?
Don't get dramatic, it doesn't suit you.
Mum, are you alright?
Yes, honey.
Let's go home, okay?
Tarek, they're here. Let's go. Move it.
BOKO HARAM BARRACKS, NIGERIA
My heart, my life, my soul!
I was told of your father's dead.
I'm sorry, my friend.
It's not good to go through the pain
in solitude.
Nadim, my gift.
I have a wife in Syria, and I remain faithful to her.
-She must go, please. -Are you sure?
-Yes. -Okay.
Andrés, go ahead.
Sorry. Rumaya has sent out a new appeal from Nadim.
Alright...
How awful.
...are still remembered and perpetuated by the living.
Salah Al Garheeb is dead. Tortured in his Spanish prison...
-Now we know Al Garheeb's plan. -Yes, and we'll look like shit.
If Nadim spreads this video and not us, the media will crucify us.
We have to ask the media not to hype this up.
When we have the situation under control,
-we'll give them the details. -It's not that easy, Carla.
If anyone can do it, it's you.
These favours are costly in the long run.
If the news gets out, I'll have all my personnel
watching every reaction in every corner of the country!
We'll lose control of the situation, it'll be chaos!
Salah Al Garheeb is dead...
I'll talk to the Minister to see what can be done.
...Spanish...
Are you alright?
We carry on.
I invite every brother to avenge my father.
Allah is the greatest.
Good morning. We've called you here this morning to tell you
of the death of Salah Al Garheeb, which occurred yesterday.
The press was not told strictly for security reasons.
We also want to point out that this is, without a doubt,
a suicide.
And for complete transparency,
external experts will witness the autopsy,
one of them from Madrid's Islamic community.
As we have more information, we will keep you updated.
Good day, and thank you.
Good morning, dear passengers.
We will be shortly landing in Laos International Airport.
LAGOS, NIGERIA
-Where is he? -It's here. We have to wait.
We stay with the patrol, okay?
I shall take you to see William.
Okay.
Guys!
Just two of you. No police.
No, no. Where is William?
-No, wait, wait! -No, no!
-It's dangerous to go alone. -I'm talking to him, period.
-Not without the patrol. -Are you coming or not?
Wait!
-Miriam! -Wait.
Fucking hell.
Hi. Excuse me.
I'm a bit lost, I'm not from around.
I'm looking for my cousin, I think I got the wrong address.
Samir's his name. Samir Amir.
No? You haven't seen him?
Thanks a lot.
Of the inmates who contacted Hakim in prison,
we only have the whereabouts of Rachid, in a flat in Tres Cantos.
-Pressure him to talk. -What about the prosecutor?
I'll take care of the authorization, don't worry.
One thing, Carla.
Everyone's also very nervous about Nadim's appeal.
Al Garheeb's death will have consequences.
At the slightest thing, we'll act, with everyone.
I'm going for Rachid.
Allah is enough for me. What better guardian!
Copy that.
More than 100 messages per second.
On social networks, the deep web. It's a plague.
I can imagine.
It's probably nothing, but we can't rule anything out.
WE WILL RETURN TO ALLAH
He sent it to me here.
Police!
But what worries me most, beyond the tide of messages,
is that some "delicate" profiles
are either strangely silent or meet their contacts in person,
they don't trust the networks.
We can't go after all of them. All the teams are on this,
working double shifts. We can't keep up.
This is what Nadim and Al Garheeb want with the suicide,
for us to go mad and miss the main thing.
We're doing well. Okay?
If there's anything big, tell me. But we carry on. Good work.
Thanks.
Rachid's flatmates say he left a few hours ago.
Let's go.
-Police! Hands on your head! -I haven't done anything!
-Who are you? -Hold it! On the ground.
I haven't done anything! I haven't done anything!
I haven't done anything! Let me go!
Let go of me! I haven't done anything!
I haven't done anything, fuck!
Let go of me, you're hurting me!
Let go of me!
Nothing on him.
I haven't done anything, fuck! Let go of me!
We've got him, we've arrested Rachid.
I don't buy it, I don't.
Find out if he's talked to the people around him.
-What do we know about Samir? -Nothing yet, but we're on it.
-I want them all. -I'll keep in touch.
We carry on.
OPERATION BOW
-Go and rest, I'll stay. -It's not like there's much to do...
No football today?
He's either extremely cautious, or he smells something.
He never gives anything away.
Ismail, leave me alone.
Ismail, leave me alone!
I'm your husband.
-Fuck... -Not like this, Ismail!
I'm your husband!
Quiet, don't wake the girl.
I'm your husband.
I'm your husband!
Is William here?
Go inside.
Inside.
William?
Stay there.
I'm risking my life with you being here.
I appreciate this opportunity to talk with you.
Let's get straight to the point. What do you want?
I need to find out why Al Garheeb travelled from Nigeria to Spain.
The fact that I met him doesn't mean he told me the story of his life.
Please. When did you see him?
About four months ago
in a Boko Haram camp,
at the border between Nigeria and Chad.
What were you doing in that camp?
Did Al Garheeb want to buy any weapons?
But later, he...
he went over to Spain
without an escort or any weapons, as far as we know.
All I know is he disappeared before we closed the deal.
Why didn't the CIA arrest him?
Was Al Garheeb a CIA agent?
Look. Al Garheeb wasn't an agent.
The CIA was having him followed.
They wanted to see if he might lead them to the big shots
who control the chemical weapons traffic
that goes through the port of Laos.
He and the Boko Haram were searching for sarin.
Five hundred litres.
Enough to wipe out the population of an entire city.
But nobody produces sarin anymore.
That's why they couldn't make a deal.
But why did the CIA let him escape?
They didn't.
Al Garheeb disappeared unexpectedly from the scene and remained missing
until you guys arrested him in Melilla.
Did he manage to obtain the sarin from another trafficker?
Well, there are still some old arsenals in Libya and Iraq,
hiding God knows where.
Do you know this man?
Put the picture on the table.
-Okay. Here? -There.
I don't know him. Who is he?
Ismail Hamid.
He's a drug trafficker from Melilla.
Al Garheeb went there to see him.
Perhaps the drugs they needed to exchange for chemical weapons--
The drugs the DAESH handles don't come from Spain,
they come from Asia and are sold to Europe, not the other way around.
Sold to people like this guy, who then introduces them into his market.
If Al Garheeb wanted to see him, it must have been for another reason.
Ismail has set up a solid distribution network.
If he is capable of delivering his drugs all over Europe,
he can deliver any other stuff.
Like the sarin.
Enough with talking. Go.
Okay.
Thank you.
At Ensenada de los Galápagos, in ten minutes.
-Hello. -Hello.
I'm sorry about what happened last night.
Your partner, where is she?
She doesn't know I'm here.
-I must go, it's dangerous for me. -I know. I know, Amina.
That's why I'm here.
You don't know how sorry I am for not intervening.
It's alright,
-Don't worry. -I do worry.
Amina, I want you to know...
that I won't desert you.
Neither you nor Basma. I mean it.
I promise I'll do all I can to get you out of here.
Trust me.
Here.
-What's this? -Look.
-It's your favourite, isn't it? -Yes. Thank you.
Listen, inside is my personal phone number.
Memorize it and rip up the paper, alright?
And anything you want, anything, whatever,
call me.
Okay?
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Don't think that those killed by Allah are dead.
On the contrary, they're alive with their Lord, well provided for.
Die, you sons of bitches!
Die, you sons of bitches! Die!
Drop the gun!
Help!
An ambulance!
This way, please!
You've done your best.
Marcos.
Marcos!
Okay.
Carla,
-we're evacuating the wounded. -What?
Anyway, we're combing the area.
How many victims are there?
Ten so far.
Five more are in a critical condition, we're waiting for news.
Come.
We've identified him.
He got out of jail a week ago.
-I knew it, I knew it. -Yes.
Shit!
An officer on duty shot him, but...
he'd already made this mess.
Are you alright?
Come here, come here. Come sit down.
Sit down, Carla. Sit down here.
Sit here.
-I was my fault! -No, Carla.
-This is a crisis. -God damn it!
It is not the first crisis. Please, we have to focus,
-to carry on, to carry on. -I have cancer, Marcos.
I've got cancer, damn it!
They removed it a month ago.
They found cancer, they removed a node.
I've been on chemo for two months.
Forgive me.
Forgive me, forgive me.
-What kind of cancer is it? -Breast cancer.
-Forgive me. -Why didn't you tell me?
-I didn't want to worry you. -You didn't want to worry me?
No, I didn't...
I wanted to be here, I wanted to control this.
I wanted to control all this.
Attention, firemen down the end, please!
I'm here, okay? Okay, stay here.
-We'll get a doctor, okay? -No, I want to speak to Ramón.
We'll talk about it all, I promise. Okay?
Let's get back. Let's get back to work.
Let's go.
The area's been cleared, boss. He acted alone,
with a delivery van...
Guys, Ismail is leaving. Monitoring team ready. Let's go.
Nothing to declare?
Next.
Something must've happened for him to...
Tell the other side to get ready to take over.
Get ready to take over.
I have to identify him.
-They're ready on the other side. -Good. Good.
-Cooperate, otherwise... -I'm cooperating, but you...
-What have you got there? -A bag and food.
-What's wrong? -Go, sir, carry on, please.
-What? The same old story... -Get back, please.
Get back. Please, sir.
-Take it easy. -Don't worry.
Get back. Please, sir.
People, get back.
What's wrong?
Get back. Please, sir.
Get back, sir.
Sir, sir.
What the fuck...?
Police! Let me through!
God! God! God!
God!
We've lost him.
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