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...Lucas.
Lucas?
Yes, Lucas.
Lucas didn't sleep home last night
and I've been calling him but he doesn't pick up.
Maybe I told him I'd meet me somewhere and since I can't remember,
I don't remember.
I think I need to start writing everything down.
I'm going to write everything down, Paco.
If not I'll forget it.
Come on, don't worry.
You're fine
and so is Lucas.
He probably spent the night with someone.
No, Paco, no.
He's completely obsessed with the Uriarte case.
That's all he talks about.
And last night he left home very upset.
Well, he has it turned off.
I told you.
I knew I'd find you here.
People have a cemetery where to place flowers.
I have this.
Well, this is a lot better than a cemetery.
What happened?
No one's told me.
We had been after Uriarte for three months,
when we got a tip.
There's Uriarte.
They were going to smuggle more than 200 kilos of ***.
The transfer point was the swamp of Carcavilla.
- Come on, let's go right now. - Are you crazy!?
We can't do this alone, ***!
Let's wait for backup.
We used the radio to call for backup.
They told us they'd get there in more than thirty minutes.
Look at them down there, Tomas.
You think these people are gonna wait thirty minutes?
You honestly think so?
So my partner and I...
decided to take action without backup.
I had been on the force for six months.
There was no turning back.
I was happy.
I was taking statements from two guys who had stabbed each other...
when the chief called me.
I was terrified; I thought he was going to reprimand me for something.
He told me that...
that it was about my father...
that there had been a shootout.
Everything happened so fast.
We caught them by surprise,
but they quickly reacted
and started shooting at us.
We were both wounded.
You were both wounded and then what?
I think...
No.
I, I lost control of the car,
and just before it fell into the swamp,
I was able to jump out,
but I couldn't do anything else.
Soon after, my colleagues arrived.
I got here at dawn.
It was the longest night of my life.
Your father was devastated.
He had been shot in the shoulder, but what hurt him most was...
witnessing how the car sank with my father inside.
They were more than friends.
You should've seen them work together.
All of this was filled with colleagues and the Civil Guard.
Divers had been searching for the body for quite a while, but...
currents had stir up the bottom and...
and there was about two meters of mud.
I'm afraid we can't do anything until the mud at the bottom settles.
When they pulled out the car from the water, I knew I wasn't going to see my father again.
I'm sorry.
I was too young to know you were so alone.
But I won't let you be alone anymore.
No, no.
All this time I haven't been alone, Sara.
Your father's been a father to me.
A brother, a colleague...
And yet, I've doubted him.
And on top of that...
I'm a piece of ***!
Have you thought about what I said?
Yes.
So?
Sara,
don't look for me,
don't follow me,
don't slip little school notes under my door.
Don't.
Go to school, get good grades, get a boyfriend...
and forget me.
Forget about me.
It's over, Sara.
It's over for good.
Paco!
Paco...
What's the matter?
Paco,
I've had the Uriarte case stuck in my head for ten years.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't wonder what happened to my father
or why I wasn't able to bury him like everyone does.
- Lucas, I told you... - No, wait!
Let me speak.
Look, Paco...
I don't know what the hell is going on,
or if what happened at that swamp has anything to do with Sanchez
or with Torres,
or with whomever,
but...
I'm sorry for doubting you, Paco.
If you say there's nothing there,
there's nothing there, Paco.
I'm with you to the death.
To the death.
Thank you.
Thank you, Lucas.
Paco...
You're my father.
No one's treated me better than you in my *** life,
and one must be a piece of *** to doubt you.