THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES CONTENT ON SUICIDE AND VIOLENCE
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Hey, little girl.
Where the fuck did your friend take the car?
Maybe she's getting gas?
What?
What did you say?
What do you want?
She's 17. It's not like she steals cars every day.
-Give her time. -Time?
There is no time. I made it very clear.
The problem is she didn't listen.
You know what? There's an easy fix, little girl.
No, no, no.
I'm going to send her your ear
so next time she'll listen better.
-Good morning. -Good morning, Mommy.
Good morning. Look at all this.
You slept with me then got up and made breakfast.
Hello? Who are you?
Where's my daughter?
I did the laundry too.
Gus, if you're doing all this to get a tattoo,
my answer remains the same.
Mom, I have far bigger concerns in life than getting a tattoo.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
My little bug.
I don't get it.
If I help out, you complain. If I don't, you still complain.
Well, yes, but honey, try to understand.
The last time we slept together,
you were breastfeeding every three hours.
You happy?
Very.
For that, and I'm also happy I bought a car with a giant trunk.
Come on. We'll be late.
-Do you have everything? -Yes.
Have a good day, Mom.
-Thank you, my love. You too. -Bye.
Where's my kiss?
Don't push it.
-Bye. -Bye, Mommy!
Do we really know our children?
Are we overexposing them?
Are we leaving them in the hands of social media
instead of taking matters into our own hands?
And how about the time that we thought we'd gained?
Are we utilizing it efficiently?
Do we spend quality time with our children
to find out what's troubling them, what they feel
and what makes them happy or what makes them sad?
Not you, Dirt Eater.
We're only serving sandwiches and cake at my birthday.
Leo!
I need you to do me a favor.
Sure.
Judging by your face, it's-- What do they call it?
A drag?
Well, not for you, that's for sure.
Promise me that you'll help, that you won't ask questions,
and that you'll trust me.
I need you to steal a car for me, and I need it now.
Okay.
What do you mean by okay?
You don't ask me about it? Do you even care?
What the fuck are you talking about?
It's no sweat.
I care about you.
Gus, what do you want the car for?
Do you trust me or what?
Shit, man...
Look, I've had it up to here, dude!
I'll get you the fucking car. Do what you want with it.
But don't think I'm okay with what you're doing, got it?
Why the fuck did you come to see me?
Well, I could have asked anyone else,
but I don't know many people who have my name in ink.
Hi, I'm Bárbara, Camila's mother.
We need to talk about your daughter's birthday party.
Call me when you can, please.
I've always wanted to have a child,
but when I see WhatsApp groups for parents,
-I think, "I dodged that bullet." -Yeah.
We prefer not to talk about those things.
This is different though.
It's a girl's birthday party, and she left my daughter out.
And of course, she's very upset.
I'm not surprised. Poor girl.
It's a kid thing.
No, you're wrong! Children are not cruel by nature.
Cruelty, just like respect, is learned.
Yes, yes.
Just last night.
I arrived late from my trip.
When I went up to see him, he wasn't in bed.
Someone broke in and took Bruno.
And nobody heard anything?
I was playing on the computer.
With my headphones on, I hear nothing.
You have to find him. Please find Bruno.
Don't worry, we'll find him.
Can you get us a photo?
Yes, yes, of course.
He's eight years old, beautiful black hair.
He's very affectionate, and he goes off with everyone.
Is this Bruno?
Bruno is a dog.
Yes.
He's like family to us.
A dog?
We have to save a fucking dog?
Yes. Ten thousand euros for that fucking dog.
Who are we now? The PAW Patrol?
Since when are dogs covered by insurance?
I don't know.
Since the world became pet friendly,
we're one step away from them being included in the census.
Especially this one. A toy pincher.
It's a German breed that can go for quite a lot of money.
They're loving and obedient dogs.
You're fucking with me.
This isn't a fucking dog. Who knows what the fuck it is.
At least a fighting dog would earn you some money.
-This is a joke. -Careful, man. Don't talk shit.
Dogs are the only mammals that have humans following them
and picking up their shit with their hands.
-Respect. -Yes.
But above all, he's a good client. So we follow our usual protocol.
Maribel and Zero, track communications.
Roldán and Malasangre, look for possible enemies,
debts, I don't know, anything.
And, Dulce, you're in charge of checking the dog's chip.
Hello.
I was thinking...
that our kiss the other day was awesome.
Our kiss?
-Did I kiss you? -Yes.
That was a moment of euphoria.
-Just some team-building. -Of course. You're right.
Team-building, obviously.
Give me a moment. Bárbara!
I'm leaving.
Where are you going? Did something happen?
No, school stuff. I'll call you later, okay? I'm late.
Okay.
No matter how much we try to help her,
her unexcused absences are increasingly more frequent.
No.
Gus skips classes? I didn't know...
Well, Gus and Triana barely step foot in the classroom.
Today, for example, Triana didn't come.
The other day, they had an argument in the classroom.
Do you know if something's going on between the two of them?
Sorry.
What happened today, Santa?
Work stuff.
Are you usually late?
Yes.
No, that's not true.
Yes. He's always late.
-That's not true. -You were late last week too, right?
I'm sorry I'm late.
I didn't know if you'd make it.
I'm the father, right?
Well, we were talking,
and I was saying that your daughter's changed a lot since being with Triana.
A lot.
I sincerely believe that Triana isn't a good example for your daughter.
I don't know what to say.
We think we know our children, and we really don't.
I don't understand.
As you can imagine, your daughter's relationship
is quite toxic.
We're hearing for the first time that our daughter has a girlfriend.
I don't feel comfortable talking about my daughter's sexuality, really.
I don't know. Hetero-flexible or...
I don't know. What do you call it?
I just found out myself. I don't know.
But...
this friend,
sexual friend -- I don't know, I just don't --
she's weird.
Triana.
-Where did this Triana come from? -She's a friend.
A friend? A friend who's sleeping with our daughter.
She didn't say anything to you?
These are things between daughters and mothers.
When can she tell me?
After I scold her for her grades or ground her for a month?
You created this relationship with her. Don't involve me.
That's the problem, that you're not involved.
You love being the good cop.
Again with this.
It's always the same thing with you. I'm fed up.
Santa,
being a parent is more than just attending end-of-the-year recitals.
-You know that? -Yes.
I only go to the recitals because you always push me away.
No, you did that on your own.
Will you ever forgive me?
Forgive me for not taking that call.
-Fuck, why now? -Hey.
I don't forgive myself either.
Every morning, when I look in the mirror,
you know what I see?
I see a guy who made the mistake of not answering the phone
when his wife was kidnapped.
But I don't see a guy who tore his family apart.
That was all you.
We can begin healing
when you admit that those four hours in the trunk...
didn't just change your life.
They changed everyone's lives.
Of course, deep down we all want to eradicate toxic elements...
Excuse me.
I'm Bárbara, Camila's mother.
-I left you a message. -Yes.
I said that Camila was very excited
about your daughter's party, and, well, you haven't invited her--
Yeah, I'm sorry. I only have room for ten girls.
Yeah, but there's always room for one more, right?
Please don't insist. It's just that...
Look, I'll be frank. I just don't want your kid near mine.
Well, maybe they argued. But you know how children are.
But I'm asking you... one adult to another... I'm asking...
She's a bad influence on my daughter.
Camila?
Yes. Camila.
She's always alone. I don't know. She's a dirt-eating weirdo.
That's so disrespectful.
I won't allow you to speak to me that way, to speak that way about her.
So, what? Will you tell your other child to hold me at gunpoint?
Leave me alone!
Leave me alone! Hold her! Leave me alone! Hold her!
Come on, please. That's enough. Okay, okay, please.
Okay, okay, okay. Enough. Enough, please.
She's crazy.
That dog... That dog lives better than I do.
It has no debts, no enemies.
Its neighbors love it.
I mean, these people even recycle.
And that's all I got.
Did they call again?
-No. -Well...
talk to Dulce. Check if she...
Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!
Boss, boss, are you okay?
Fuck.
Fucking asshole! Fucking motherfucker!
As a result, six people were arrested last night.
All were tied to a gang that's responsible
for at least 20 kidnappings in the last three months.
In addition, several weapons have been seized
as well as two million euros in cash.
Rookies.
Where are you going, princess?
Where the fuck were you?
I thought we'd have to send your friend to you in little pieces.
How are you?
I was worried about you.
Well, you've got the car. We're out of here.
Hey, princess. No, no, no. It doesn't work that way, honey.
First, let's grab the man. Then we'll talk payment.
They'll give it to us, and only then are we done, get it?
So, bitch, look. Where the fuck can we grab the man?
I don't know.
I just know he's at work.
His driver picks him up early
and takes him to his office, where he works all day.
Well, then, we've got a chance, don't we?
And he does exactly the same thing every single day?
Well, on Thursdays he plays tennis.
Come on, come on, come on. Hit it! Yes! Come on!
Come on! It's yours!
Mine!
Hit it! Good! Good!
Well, then...
we're in luck, aren't we?
Today is Thursday.
You just got a message.
Take a look. Maybe it's the data from the dog's chip.
No, it's Tinder.
I have a match.
Look.
He describes himself as sensitive and stylish.
And he's hot, but who knows.
Guys should come with a 30-second trailer
-so you know what to expect. -Yeah.
Tinder? Seriously?
Why not?
I can choose.
I don't have to give explanations or second chances.
I either like them or I don't.
I don't believe in love.
Tinder? Tinder is old news, man.
I use Wallapop.
I search for "wedding dresses,"
and a bunch of divorcées come up
and, well, then choose by size.
And the chauvinistic comment of the day goes to...
Roldán!
Once again, he retains his title.
For me, these newfangled things... I don't know.
Whatever happened to courtship and letter-writing?
Yeah, and what century did you come from?
The Pleistocene.
I have something.
The housekeeper had been working for ten years
in their home.
Analís Rosales Salazar.
She's a Cuban woman.
I'd say ten years in one house is a pretty long time, wouldn't you?
According to Immigration, she's still in Spain.
And according to Social Security, she has a new job.
A dismissed immigrant,
a kidnapped dog for ransom...
This is a two-piece puzzle, isn't it?
Now, Zero, and you, Clown, go talk to her.
Me?
-Why? -Because you're a scumbag.
And scumbags understand each other.
Forget it. Stop! Come on, let's go.
Hello, Camila.
You are very pretty.
Who are you?
I'm a friend of your mother,
and I'm here because she...
Well, a little bird told me that you're sad.
Would you like to tell me?
I think that Camila's biggest fear is being orphaned.
-That we die. -She's very insecure.
I mean... in other words, she's insecure.
She feels weak.
Well, it doesn't matter. I know what's wrong.
You have a clear business competition problem.
You're a small company that feels intimidated by a larger one.
And you think the big fish always eats the little one.
But sometimes, with courage and a good strategy of course,
the small fish can take on the big fish and win over their client portfolio.
Do you understand me?
No. Not at all.
The best thing about being the small fish...
What is it?
You have room to develop and have a growth spurt.
I'm already the third tallest in my class.
But with my help, you'll become the first.
Analís Rosales?
-Yes? -Can I have a word?
Yes, of course.
No, no, no, they didn't fire me. I left.
Yes, of course.
And I went to fucking jail because I liked the menu. Right?
Look, I left because I couldn't stand watching Álvaro suffer.
I raised that child.
Well, that was your job, wasn't it?
My job was housekeeping, but Álvaro was always with me.
I would take him to school. I would pick him up.
We did homework together. He studied with me.
He slept with me.
What the fuck did his parents do?
His parents?
Oh, his parents spent the day with the dog.
They took that dog here and there, back and forth.
The veterinarian, the groomer,
the dietitian.
That dog even has a psychologist.
Seriously? The dog?
The saddest part is that Álvaro was always in his room,
on his computer.
My parents got divorced when I was a child,
and I would go from one house to the other.
So I got into computers.
It's the same with Álvaro.
He's always at the computer, connected with games,
and now he's hooked on one called...
a game called Blue Whale.
Well, bye, guys.
Bye.
Blue Whale?
What the fuck is that?
It's a virtual game that's going around on the Internet.
What are you doing, Zero? What's that look on your face?
Because the game ends in suicide.
Bárbara, what do you fear?
Bárbara, don't think. Just something primal.
Whatever comes to mind.
I'm scared that what happened to me could happen to my daughters.
We've already done our part.
Can we leave please?
You stay right here.
Chill. We're cool, okay?
We are perfectly fine.
I don't trust you asswipes pretending to be bad girls.
Hey, Tego, here's the dog.
Well, speak nicely, Osorio.
Dogs that have money, those dogs are called Mr. Dog.
Well...
Dial your mommy's number.
The music has already started,
and we're going to ask your mommy to dance.
I don't want any issues, okay?
He's a bastard, but I don't want you to hurt him.
Got it?
This isn't my stepfather!
-What? -No! He's not my stepfather!
One time, I rented a dog to flirt.
Fuck, the things people do to get laid.
Did you pick up many ladies?
No way. I didn't get anything.
The dog was a bastard. He bit everyone.
I know you're with my wife.
You don't need to deny it. She told me.
I couldn't make her happy.
I let her down.
And she deserves the best.
You should treat her well
and don't even think of hurting her or my daughters,
because I'll come get you.
Enjoy your meal.
Who was that?
Who knows. A disgruntled husband. That's the issue with Wallapop.
But he seemed in love, right?
We must return to the hangar. There's news on the dog.
Fuck, won't they let me eat in peace, damn it?
Surprise!
Congratulations, Camila!
Camila, congratulations.
Thank you very much.
Congratulations, Camila! Come in.
But today isn't my birthday.
-Well, we'll pretend it is. -But everyone came.
Yes, all of them.
But weren't they going to Diana's birthday?
Well, I told you that sometimes the small fish can eat the big fish.
It's just a matter of finding the right offer.
What the hell is this?
-Mom! -What's going on?
Well, Camila doesn't have a grandmother to spoil her,
and I don't have grandkids.
Let's just say it's a quid pro quo.
I don't know what to say, but...
thanks, I guess.
The only thing is that I have to go because there's new information.
On the dognapping?
Well, yes.
But, well, it's not kidnapping but a possible suicide.
-Hello. -Hello.
This is Mrs. Ortega, my new boss.
And he is my ex.
-Pleased to meet you. -Likewise.
Dad! Look, we even have a magician!
Okay.
-Make yourself at home. -I'll go with you guys.
Bye.
She's at your home?
What is Mrs. Ortega doing at your house?
That's it.
Blue Whale is a virtual reality game that went viral around the world.
But that's an urban legend, isn't it?
I don't know.
Whether it is or not, many young people are playing.
There are 50 challenges to be completed in 50 days.
50 TESTS TO ISOLATE AND CONTROL THE VICTIM
What sort of challenges?
Well, they start with nonsense, like watching a horror movie.
That's followed by jumping off a cliff
or getting a whale tattooed on the arm using a pair of scissors.
The problem is that the last challenge is suicide.
It's a kind of macabre gymkhana.
-Haven't you heard of it? -No fucking idea.
All I do on the Internet is watch porn.
And what's this have to do with kidnapping a fucking dog?
These are calls for attention.
I ended up sinking my father's BMW in our pool.
Well, it seems that Álvaro has that profile, doesn't he?
Álvaro and many others...
unfortunately.
Come on, it could be him.
Yes?
Do you have my money ready?
Is little Bruno okay?
For now he is.
And how can we know?
You'll have to trust me.
Or do you want to hear a bark?
How are you, Álvaro?
Prepaid cell phone. Difficult to locate.
He's 14 years old. He couldn't have gone far.
I've heard something.
A sharp blow. Metallic.
Like a shot from an air gun.
There it is again.
No, no. That's not it.
It's a golf club. It's... It's a driver.
Their mansion was near a golf course, right?
Come on, baby, we've got work to do.
Zero, Clown, to the van! Let's improve our handicap.
Álvaro, your parents are very worried.
Right. For me or Bruno?
Okay. I get that you're pissed off.
But think about this.
Children aren't born with instruction manuals.
We are constantly improvising.
Look, I have a dog, too, and his name is "No Name."
Every night, he barks at me when I come home.
Do you know why?
Because he doesn't know me.
And I spend more time with him than with my kids.
Álvaro, what you are doing is very serious.
You know that, don't you?
Osorio, what the fuck?
How the fuck can you get the wrong guy?
Imbecile! Son of a bitch! Faggot!
-Fuck! -I thought it was him!
What did you think? You just don't think!
That's what happens! You don't think! Fuck!
Fuck, how did we end up with this bunch of retards, man?
What did you say, bitch? Fucking whore!
-Let go! -Quiet!
Bitch!
Let her go! I told you to let her go!
Piece of shit, I'm going to kill you.
Let me see. Let me see.
Let's calm down a little bit, okay?
We're all a little worked up, right?
Really, relax.
This dude will roll out of here.
It's going to be great.
Stay there! And you, too!
Okay, okay. Come on.
Shooting that isn't like taking a selfie.
No.
Pulling the trigger, firing that,
it takes guts.
So let it go.
I feel like I can control Camila more because she's younger.
But Gus, I always feel that there's a part of her that I don't know.
Well, look at Camila. She looks so pretty.
Look! Look! Look!
Paw and tail.
Thanks.
Insurance, then.
I guess with all that's going on, your business must be doing well.
Fortunately, we can't complain.
Our lives are increasingly at risk.
And anything that involves risk can be covered by insurance.
It's the same for us.
Oh, really?
-What is your job? -I'm a police officer.
There are more risks and more criminals, too.
It's just the same.
Dad, look. Come here. Come. Come.
The clown will make us a balloon dog.
Okay. Please excuse me.
A dog made from balloons, well... Let's see.
-You son of a bitch! -Of course. Of course. Of course.
And that's why you called me.
Not because I'm a good person, that's for sure.
Yeah, it seems so.
All this shit is your fucking fault.
Take it easy. Let's see.
We have to calm down, and we'll find a new business.
Yeah, I think I have something.
Hey, bitch...
insurance policies cover the insured.
But also their family members, right?
Yes.
How much do you think your life is worth?
-Okay. -No!
And you, I'll give you a chance.
Go home now.
I'm going to make sure that everyone eats this story up.
And watch out, got it?
Be careful with what you say out there.
Go! Go on!
Go on!
Hurry the fuck up!
Come on.
Osorio, please clean up this mess.
Leave! Get out!
No!
Álvaro, you are very brave.
Very much so.
Let me help you. I'm here for you.
I go to therapy on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Thank you.
Don't you want to talk to me?
What for? Nobody cares about me.
Well, you are wrong.
I care about you.
Your parents care about you.
So does Analís.
What do you think she'd think of all this?
She would be upset.
She was the only one who loved me.
But my parents let her go.
I have him. He's on the Bridge of Desire.
Dulce, we're almost there!
Fuck, this bridge is huge.
It's 45 meters high.
There he is!
How are you doing, Álvaro?
Or should I call you "Oberon06"?
That's your nickname.
What are you doing?
I'd like to know that, too.
Damn, I'm really scared of heights.
Well, so... what are you into?
Are you more of a shooter,
role play, survival?
-Shooter. -I see.
Even there you're a lone wolf.
Well, yes.
When I play on a team, I always get baited.
And you?
Well, I'm more of a role player, but I'm not a try-hard at all.
What the hell is that?
Me neither.
-Computer stuff. -What a waste of their youth.
Well, Álvaro, you know what this is all about.
Here you have to farm to get to the next level
and become stronger.
And you have to reach the next level.
No, I can't. I'm out of weapons.
Álvaro.
Álvaro, please look at me.
Look at me.
I'm going to help you.
Okay?
I won't leave you alone.
I would love that.
It's too late, though.
Fuck. Fuck.
Álvaro.
Álvaro, please!
There are no infinite lives here.
This is where it all ends.
Please, Álvaro, don't do it!
Álvaro, let me play on your team!
Don't do it!
Álvaro, please!
Álvaro, no! No, Álvaro! No...
What the fuck is wrong?
Fuck!
Shit! Do you copy?
He's okay, boss. He's with me.
Well, it was our first kidnapping
where no one ended up stuffed in a body bag.
Yes, Bárbara will be super happy
after you screwed up the container warehouse.
I know you're with my wife.
So you'd better treat her well.
When did you get home?
What happened to your phone?
My phone ran out of charge.
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
Gus.
Will you forgive me?
Why?
For not being here when you need me.
Mom, please, I don't feel well.
Okay. I don't feel good either.
I just want you to know that I'm here...
if you need me.
Baby, I talked to the director.
He told me about Triana.
And of course I know why...
why you were acting differently these past few days.
Why you were so affectionate.
What's wrong? Did you break up?
Is that it?
My love.
I know that now everything feels like shit.
But over time,
you'll see it differently and you'll realize it was for the best.
And although now, for you, your happiness depends on things,
such as a "like" on Instagram
and a double check on WhatsApp...
But, honey, you have to learn to minimize things.
You are a very good person.
You've done nothing wrong.
It's not like you killed someone.
That's it, my love.
Come in.
Chema, I need to talk to you.
Well, speak.
As a friend.
Have a seat.
I know who's behind everything.
The deaths, torture, drones...
Great, right?
Let's go get that son of a bitch.
Have you called the SWAT team?
No.
It's not necessary.
We're arresting my wife.