We live in an era where everything is express.
Mom, it's delicious.
Everything lasts a short time.
Everything wears out, goes to waste, breaks down...
No.
I can't believe this now. No!
No...
No! This just won't stop!
This...
Bye, Mom, I love you.
Bye, my love.
-Have a good day. -Love you.
-Do you have everything? -Yes.
-Ciao. -Excuse me? Ciao?
Well... Ciao.
Hey, wait a minute.
What do you want?
What do you think?
Oh, no.
Stop.
Before, a marriage was like a 50-year mortgage,
but now, everything is born to die fast.
Planned obsolescence applies to the family too.
How long does a marriage last now?
Three? Four years?
Less than a washing machine?
How long does love really last?
How was last night?
What did you do after I left?
Movie and chill with Mommy?
Not at all. It was a drag.
Why was it a drag?
Gus.
Something about Gus makes me very irritated.
She never listens.
I'm talking to you, what happened?
Dad, sometimes you’re a real pain in the ass.
Well, yes, that's us parents. We're a pain in the ass.
We wonder how you slept last night,
how you did in school,
what you did after I left...
I slept well, school sucked, and I stayed with Cami.
Mom left.
She left?
At 11 o'clock? Where did she go?
I have no idea. Something about her new job.
Mom sleeps in a trunk. What did you expect?
James de la Hoz is what we at Zentral Risk call
an "11 zeros" customer.
What is that?
His bank account has more zeros
than the GDP of several countries combined.
Why does he need us?
His wife has disappeared.
Since yesterday, Blanca hasn’t picked up the phone,
she doesn’t read her texts, and she hasn’t used her cards. Nothing.
Has she done this before?
Not use a credit card? Are you kidding?
This is a photograph of my wife.
She's very pretty, James.
She’s 35 years younger.
I know what you are thinking: how are they together?
But make no mistake,
when you eliminate the first three years of passion from a marriage, what's left?
What Blanca and I have:
a well-drafted contract.
Why are men always looking for women who are 30 years younger?
In cognitive psychology, it is called the Peter Pan Syndrome.
It is a way of reaffirming the male ego.
To me that...
I'm not one of those, huh?
I swear!
This woman wasn’t kidnapped.
She got tired of changing the old man's diapers.
The most sensible thing would be to wait at least 24 hours.
From the police’s point of view, she's hasn't disappeared.
You don’t understand. My wife was kidnapped.
All the time we waste arguing will be lost.
How are you so sure?
-Do you have any enemies? -Any?
My client needs three bodyguards 24 hours a day.
We are living the same war, Mrs. Ortega.
Your company is about to go public
and we both know that the real criminals
wear tailor-made suits and eat Beluga for breakfast.
My intuition has never failed me.
They laughed in our fucking face!
Who are we? Eh?
Who are we?
Kids fresh out of the academy or what?
What happened at the container depot is worthy of sending you all to hell!
Everyone.
Three dead,
ammunition without serial numbers,
a van driven by a drone.
We were missing the fire-eater
and a clown to complete the Ringling Circus.
This is not four kids dancing reggaeton and sniffing glue.
Who is behind this?
Someone very intelligent, creative, someone who knows police protocols.
They were a step ahead of us in negotiations.
Well, I want a fucking list on my desk.
Former policemen, agents on leave, private detectives.
Anyone. Everyone.
Whoever did this won't get away with it.
Let's get to work.
Benitez.
Listen, I need the lab to analyze this joint.
It's urgent.
It isn’t official yet, so let me know when the results are in.
You're not used to office hours yet, are you?
They set my schedules in prison.
How many kidnappings have you participated in?
If I may ask.
Are we going to go over my resume or what?
Not at all.
Our lives aren't long enough.
Come on, boss.
What do you want to know?
Why me.
Why was I kidnapped? I don't get it.
I know how they work and things don’t add up for me.
I wore joggers, I was doing groceries, some things just don't make sense.
Maybe he was a desperate bastard.
Look, this is like the lottery.
Sometimes, you win,
-other times, you lose. -No.
That’s not true. It was planned.
They had studied me hard.
It was one man, but this was not improvised.
Well,
for what is worth,
I did it to get money to get high.
I...
I never was a guy with big ambitions, was I?
Come on, we have work to do.
Let's go inside.
Fuck it all.
What is this? Huh?
Was it you, clown? It was you, right?
It's not fucking funny.
Enough.
Yes?
I know I'm talking to Bárbara Vázquez and I know that you work for Zentral Risk.
So let's not waste time.
Very good.
I also want to get to the point.
What do you want?
Why are you holding Blanca?
Male, about 40 years old.
He’s speaking from a big room. Metallic sound, I hear machines.
-A factory? -I don't want to hurt Blanca...
It is a gym locker room with digitally opened lockers.
It's the expensive kind.
-Don't tell anyone or the cops... -Zero, exact location.
Come on, you have a problem with your leg, not your hands.
Well, I can’t, okay?
The cell phone is encrypted. Sorry.
I want €107,200
and I want it within 3 hours and 22 minutes.
It is certainly not a Latin gang. It is...
-He’s elegant and educated. -He’s not improvising.
He's reading from a script.
That’s why he’s taking the lead.
An elegant, expensive gymnasium...
Do these people also kidnap? The country’s going to hell.
€107,200.
We kept our end of the bargain,
now you have to keep yours.
-I want to talk to her. -No. That’s not possible.
Hold your horses, buddy.
I get paid a lot of money to negotiate.
So stop reading your high school essay and tell me if Blanca is okay.
She is now. But don't go a second over the time I've given you.
I will call again.
Triana.
Go to your desk.
This afternoon, I’m meeting my friend's friend,
the one who earns € 30,000 in one day.
You'll love him, really.
He has tears tattooed, like, one for each friend who's died.
The Traveling Dykes will take over the world.
Always together.
What’s wrong? Is anything wrong?
No, no. No, well...
I don't know, maybe we should give it some thought.
It's not a fucking TikTok. It's...
We’re kidnapping your stepfather.
I’m losing it, girl. I’m losing it.
The other day The Traveling Dykes said, "Nothing will stop us." And now this?
Are you ditching me?
I'll pass. Fuck you, girl!
Roldán was right.
That girl has staged her own kidnapping.
Are you talking in the third person?
Of course.
It seems her husband's attorney gave her a monthly allowance of over €100,000.
But he stopped three months ago.
What? So, one of the parties breached the marriage contract.
But if Blanca has simulated her own kidnapping,
she didn’t do it alone.
You don’t look like this just by eating quinoa.
Let me see.
The call came from a gym, right?
Precisely.
Blanca did Bikram Yoga four times a week at a studio in Castellana
and well...
This is her personal trainer.
How much does a Bikram Yoga instructor earn?
Less than an express kidnapper and he sweats more.
We should pay him a visit.
-This doesn't add up. -I think...
It’s as white as snow.
Blanca...
Let's see.
Blanca needed the money
and her husband has an insurance policy covering kidnappings.
What doesn’t add up?
The amount. Why such a specific amount? €107,200.
And why the countdown?
Oh, well.
Well, talk to the lawyer and find out why he stopped paying her.
You and I are going to see the yoga instructor.
Zero, send me the location.
Copy that.
Yes, you.
Let's pick up where we left off the other day.
Today, we'll learn about bones of the skull.
Open the book to page 42 and let's look at the skeletal system.
Okay? Look, as you can see, you have the frontal bone...
Attention, teachers and students. Evacuation drill.
I repeat. Evacuation drill.
Everyone should go to the courtyard in an orderly fashion.
Leave your books and coats in your classrooms.
I repeat, in an orderly fashion.
Gorgeous.
Well, now that we’re alone, tell me.
Why do you look so mad?
Whatever you have to say to me, say it to my face.
I don’t like you.
I don’t trust you.
And I don't want you on the team.
So we can forget about fucking.
Just kidding.
How long have you been working for Mrs. Ortega?
Eight years now.
If Mrs. Ortega tells me, "Santi, jump off a bridge."
I’ll answer, "Send me the coordinates."
There is our yogi.
Hello. Hello.
Hey, asshole.
Don't make me run, huh?
Was it you?
I can’t.
Are you out of your mind?
You said you weren't coming to see me because you had class.
Well, not anymore.
What about the cops?
Wasn't it a fire drill?
Well, let's say...
that someone left a backpack full of wires in the yard.
A bomb threat?
-What were you thinking? -I thought you’d find it funny.
Seriously?
Look, if you thought that by setting all this up
you'd end up with your tongue in my mouth,
you have no fucking clue.
You don’t know girls or what we like.
You've got me into such a mess.
If my mom find out, I’m dead. I’ll be expelled from school.
We can't get caught.
Oh, shit!
Blanca’s been kidnapped?
I’m not surprised but I don't know anything.
Why did you run away?
Because I thought you worked for De la Hoz.
Why?
-Did detectives follow you? -Detectives? No. Thugs.
Look, that Blanca and I fooled around.
We even spent one day together in the gym's sauna but nothing happened.
Still, two Neanderthals were waiting at my door the next day.
That guy, De la Hoz, is very jealous.
In prison, there are also windows like these.
But with bars.
So inmates wouldn't commit suicide.
I don't understand, Leo. How did you end up there?
Well, so...
There comes a time in life when you don't know where you belong.
Have you gone to Zara and the people there gave you looks?
People grab their bags,
clerks tense up, and security guards walk behind you?
No.
I go to Zara once a month just for the hell of it.
What is prison like?
Similar to this.
People trying to control a group of uncontrollable people.
But I think the food is better here.
Did you know the people you were kidnapping?
What the fuck is everybody's fucking problem today?
What’s wrong? Are you joining the business?
No. No, I'm curious.
How do you do that?
The guide for a good express kidnapper
has three rules.
First, do not know your victim.
You choose someone off the street.
Number two, have only a few partners.
Three is one too many.
A business is not a party.
And the third?
You have to be willing to kill.
Shit!
Life should have a video tutorial, like on YouTube,
to know how not to screw up.
In Hallmark movies,
this is when they kiss.
Yeah, but this isn’t a Hallmark movie.
Come on, let's go.
You. What are you doing there?
Run!
-Run, run, run! -Stop!
James paid his wife a monthly allowance, right?
Why did he stop doing it?
-Did something happen? -That’s a bunch of questions.
What’s wrong? Do I need a lawyer?
Any lawyers here?
Yes? Anyone? A lawyer? Yes? Hell, I am one!
Why did he cut her off?
Mr. De la Hoz grew tired of Blanca's extravagances.
What sort of extravagances?
Parties, drugs,
trips to New York to watch the sun rise from the Brooklyn Bridge with 10 friends.
And all paid by De la Hoz.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I am expected to settle an inheritance.
Well, in fact, I may give you a call.
Yes. Sometimes we need an immediate intervention team
to solve problems between siblings.
Wait a moment, please.
What was the exact amount of her allowance?
Is that relevant?
Believe me, it is.
€200,000 per month.
How long did you go to speech therapy?
Excuse me?
The scientific name is Grabovoi Syndrome.
A type of dyslexia. There is one case per 100,000.
It consists of slight stuttering
before pronouncing a long number.
I want €107,200
and I want it within 3 hours and 22 minutes.
You can distort the voice, change the pitch frequency,
but the stuttering persists.
Are we going to trial?
We’re going to trial. I’ll bring it down in a minute.
Not to mention that I have an alibi for every minute of the last two weeks.
Geo-location included.
Did de la Hoz ask you to call?
That's not the question, miss.
The correct question is: how long does Blanca have to live?
And the answer is: two hours and seven minutes.
Run, run, run!
So random, what a mess at school. Everyone is uploading it to their stories.
Well, my mom always said that I can do what I set my mind to.
Well, next time, to skip class, I prefer to say that I got my period
rather than setting up a police operation.
When they ask us how our fling started,
what's cooler?
"I said I got my period so I could play hooky"?
Or, "He emptied the whole fucking school to spend the day together"?
Come on, you’re crazy. Come on.
Hey, Gus. Where have you been?
Nothing, well...
I was a mess, so I went for a walk on my own.
I’m meeting my friend’s friend. Are you coming or not?
Okay. Yeah, yeah, okay, I'll get my stuff and...
We meet at the park in 15 minutes.
Okay. Kisses.
-See you. -Bye.
What are you doing here? What happened?1
I wanted to talk to you.
-What is all this, Bárbara? -All this?
The company I work for. Zentral Risk.
Impressive. Maybe I'll send you a resumé.
Where did you go yesterday?
Gus said that you left the house at 11. Where did you go?
I don’t think I have to tell you.
Well, it turns out I went to negotiate a kidnapping
ready to take control, and someone beat me to it.
-It made me look like an idiot. -So? And you think I did?
Where did you go?
To the container depot?
No.
I'm dating someone and I went to his house.
I'm sorry you found out this way.
I didn’t expect it.
It just happened and...
Well...
And as you always say, I never take the first step.
Well, this time I did.
-Is this the guy? Your co-worker? -Yes.
Yes. Roldán.
He is a man who’s...
He’s respectful, very delicate. He’s very sensitive.
He has a sense of humor
and, well...
It just happened.
Damn it.
I have work to do.
Do you consider Santa to be a jealous man?
Yes.
He is a police officer. He is distrustful by nature.
How about you? Are you a jealous woman?
Blanca hasn’t kidnapped herself.
The lawyer called and asked for the ransom.
-But he was just the messenger. -It was her husband, de la Hoz.
Possessive men always have that stupid need to mark territory.
Yes, but why?
Out of jealousy, to teach her a lesson, out of fear of losing her...
Pick your motive.
Sorry, I just found something.
Apparently, Blanca created a profile at Pawn Stars three months ago.
Pawn Stars? What the hell is that?
Pawn Stars,
the most exclusive pawnshop in Madrid.
Where rich people pawn their best jewelry.
And they are quite generous in their pricing.
Come on, a colleague told me about it.
What did Blanca pawn?
Her engagement ring.
Guess how much she pawned it for?
For €107,200?
-Precisely. -De la Hoz said it.
For him, marriage is like a contract.
Well, now we know about the money, but what's with the countdown?
I don't know.
We will have to ask him.
Why are you fooling around?
Time is running out and you have nothing.
Yes. We do have something.
We have the kidnapper.
And who is it?
He’s in front of me.
If you suspect my client, you should talk to the police.
Mrs. Vázquez, my time is valuable.
And I didn't have an appointment scheduled for today
to listen to nonsense.
I won’t question your marriage business model
but I’ll tell you one thing.
There are no clauses in personal relationships.
Which clause did Blanca breach?
What was it? Her expensive eccentricities?
Her continuous infidelities?
Or was it the ring she pawned?
Three generations of women
have worn that ring on their fingers.
And they have done so with pride and honor.
But she’s materialistic.
She’s not interested in feelings.
Did you have to do all this?
Are you married?
Divorced.
I am one of those who think that we are what we own.
That is why we fill our lives with houses, companies, furniture...
But our greatest treasure is having someone who loves us.
And I thought Blanca was my greatest treasure..
So has she stopped loving you?
That’s it?
Why don’t you ask her yourself?
CALLING BLANCA
James, is that you?
Blanca, are you okay?
I can't breathe!
Blanca, do you love me?
Help me, honey, I can't breathe!
Honey? And now?
Why don’t you ask the car dealer salesman for help?
Or the yoga instructor?
Or the dozen guys who came in our bed?
Please.
I can't find it.
The only one who’s still here is me.
Because I never let you down.
Do you understand now?
I’m your hero.
Quit your bullshit.
Why is there a countdown?
-Where is she? -I don't know.
Don't bother, only I know where she is.
Can you hear me, honey?
Only I know where you are.
It won't happen again.
I’m sorry, James. Please, I love you.
I love you. Please!
We swore eternal love. Remember?
Till death do us part.
It was our agreement, a lifelong commitment.
And you know that I always honor my contracts.
I love you.
No!
What was that?
James! James, are you there?
Man, he’s not really here...
Blanca, where are you?
Do you know where you are?
I don't know, I don't remember anything.
She was drugged.
What are you doing?
Ask nicely, where is she?
-I don't know. -Wrong answer, brother.
-Pick a finger. -No!
He told you! Only he knew where she is.
That’s right, that saved you.
Fucking nutjob!
-What are you doing? -I was very clear!
We don’t torture people!
-I cut off two fingers, he has ten! -Enough, please! Enough.
Blanca has little time left, we have to find her.
Please clean up.
Okay. Come on!
Come on.
Help!
Please, help.
Mom!
Help.
Help!
Motherfucker! Son of a bitch!
Help!
-Benitez. -Yes?
Any news on the evidence?
-Yes, wait for me outside. -Okay.
Mom!
I want to get out, please! Please! Please!
Blanca's voice reverberates and echoes.
Help!
She’s in a very small place.
-The trunk of a car? -No.
It doesn't sound metallic.
I don't know, a closet, a chest perhaps.
Blanca, can you move?
No, I can't. I can hardly move!
What a bastard.
He said she was his treasure.
And what does someone who wants to hide a treasure do?
-Bury it! -There you go!
He buried her alive,
hence the countdown.
That’s how much air she has!
A casket measures 2 by 60 meters.
It has a volume of about 886 liters.
If we subtract her volume, she’d have about 820 liters of air left,
of which one-fifth is oxygen.
If a person consumes half a liter per minute,
Blanca has...
Forty-one minutes left.
The amount of time they said.
Blanca, we’ll get you out of there,
but I need you to be very calm.
Let's do something. You must trick your brain.
You're going to think about your yoga classes.
Okay.
We’ll breathe together.
Breathe.
Inhale deeply
and exhale slowly.
Very slowly.
Yes.
Very, very slowly.
Very slowly.
You are doing very well.
Blanca, you’ll get through. I will.
Keep it up. Fuck!
Where the hell did that psycho bury her?
In a cemetery?
Zero, search for the log of the navigator on James' car.
Check if it passed by a cemetery.
No, no, no. He didn’t bury her anywhere.
He said she was his possession.
Pathological jealousy.
This psychological profile only feels safe within his comfort zone.
Isn't this guy a builder?
If you bury something in the foundation of a building,
we’ll never find her.
Bárbara, De la Hoz and Associates has 13 projects in the city right now.
Thirteen?
We wouldn't make it even if I had 13 drones.
Maribel, tell me you hear something.
Impossible, as she’s buried.
If only there were some reference, something, but I can’t hear noises.
Noise?
Do we need noise?
I think an army fighter over Madrid
at less than a thousand feet can make some noise
to be heard by Maribel.
We will break some glass, but what is insurance for?
Delta one, what are your coordinates?
Base to pilot.
We're going south-southwest. Residential complex.
3 degrees, 52 minutes east, 40 degrees, 29 minutes north.
Copy that.
Girl, at least we could have changed clothes.
Two female kidnappers in school uniforms...
Who was that guy on the bike?
-Who was the guy on the motorcycle? -Were you spying on me?
He was a friend.
A fuck buddy, right?
-Let me see your cell phone. -No way!
Let me see if you have nothing to hide.
No way!
What the fuck is wrong?,
Look, if I want to fuck a guy, I'll fuck him, but I’d tell you.
Fuck, Triana, you don't know shit.
Look, forget it, I'm leaving.
Girls,
this area is very dangerous.
Which of you is Triana?
Girl, we don't have to do this, really.
Tri.
Tri, please, the Traveling Dykes don’t need this.
I’m going.
Do what you want. I'm going.
Welcome.
It's okay.
Make yourself at home.
Well,
take off your clothes.
What?
No, no, no. No way!
We don’t know you at all, do we?
Well, I told you that I know the friend of...
Yes, yes. Wanna know something?
I spent four years in jail for trusting friends of friends.
Strip off your clothes so I can check for wires.
-Understood? -No way, no way.
Look. We're going to do the same thing.
We go first, right?
It's our turn first.
Calm down.
No big deal.
Slow and steady.
Nothing's going to happen.
Fine, well, now that we look really good,
we can really talk about business.
My stepfather has a Zentral Risk policy.
You ask them for whatever you want, but you give us 50%.
No, no, no, no, that's not the point.
If we are going to be partners, you have to do your part.
Which part?
You'll steal the car we'll use to kidnap him.
I don’t know how to drive.
Besides...
No.
That is not what we agreed.
And she won't do it.
Well, I think she will.
Right? Know what else she’ll do?
She'll also going to...
She’s going to call your mom to tell her that tonight,
you’re sleeping at her house because...
Because this pussy...
This pussy stays here, baby.
Did we get it or what?
-Understood? -Yes, yes.
-Very good. -Yes, yes...
-Please don't hurt her. -Let's see, let's see.
Asshole.
It’s fine.
We mean you no harm.
This is just to make sure that...
Nobody backs down.
Please!
Help!
Get me out of here!
I can't breathe, please!
I can't breathe, I can't breathe...
Blanca, you need to calm down.
It is in the north. Shopping mall.
Minus 3 degrees, 42 minutes east, 40 degrees, 29 minutes north.
-Maribel? -Nothing. Nothing.
Blanca, talk to me!
You can't fall asleep.
I still haven't heard anything.
East area. Two industrial buildings.
-Minus 3 degrees, 26 minutes... -Wait.
Go back.
35 minutes south-southeast.
I hear it.
It's Calle Farmacia and it's in the center of Madrid.
Let's go!
Dulce, send a drone!
Please, please!
Please...
Dulce, this is huge. I need you to tell me the exact location.
I don't know to look for.
I don’t know. A hole, cement, newly moved soil, something.
What do you see?
She has no oxygen. She’ll go into apnea.
We've run out of time.
Got it! Bárbara, one o'clock sharp!
She's not getting oxygen. Here.
Run, run. Come on.
Quick! Quick!
Blanca.
They say when you see death up close, you embrace life in a different way.
And in my case, I wonder why this is not the case.
She has no pulse.
And I think it's because I've seen danger too close.
I have two daughters.
And I'm terrified that something bad may happen to them.
How long does love really last?
-Is she alive? -She's alive.
-She's alive! -Yes, yes, yes!
Yes! She's alive!
How could it disappear?
Evidence doesn’t disappear just like that. Someone made it disappear.
I can’t believe it, Benitez. Find out right now who took it. Now!