Undercover (La infiltrada)

The young life of José María Ryan cut short. His crime?

Working for the company building the Lemóniz plant,

which was enjoying a new atmosphere of rejection from the Basque people

towards the murderers.

María Dolores González Catarain, known as "Yoyes", has been murdered.

The ex-member of militant ETA was trying to start a new life.

She was with her three-year-old son when the murder took place.

The Barcelona attack is the bloodiest we've seen against civilians.

One of them identified himself as a member of ETA

and said he'd placed a bomb at the Hipercor supermarket in Meridiana.

Finally he said "Long live the Basques".

Everything was calm around the Civil Guard station in Arrabal.

Then, a Seat 124 pulled up

and the occupants quickly left the vehicle.

The Civil Guard on the door realized

and that's when he heard the bomb being detonated and the explosion.

When we managed to get her out, she told us

her kids were under the rubble.

A car bomb went off at the junction of Joaquín Costa and López de Hoyos.

According to the latest reports, 6 people have been killed,

although we still need to confirm that number.

That's all for now.

STRASBOURG, 1995

Is this it?

- Yes, sir. - OK.

Goodbye.

- Thank you. - Goodbye, sir.

- Thank you so much. - You're very welcome.

Joseph's friends are always welcome.

You might be a bit cramped. There's not much room here.

Don't worry. We've slept in much worse places!

Just wait until you taste this stew.

Joseph always says the same.

We're lucky to taste it.

Zorion.

My mother usually adds pork fat.

He's a pig.

What?

- He's a pig. - Who?

Look at that photo.

And where are you both from?

Have you come far?

- Let's get out of here. - Yes.

Is everything OK?

Is something wrong?

What strange men.

Call the boy, Mari.

BAYONNE, FRANCE

Hi, Mom.

You're calling late. Are you OK?

What friends?

They were talking Basque? How long ago did they leave?

ETA DISCOVERS MOLE

- A fucking pig, in Bayonne. - What?

- A fucking Civil Guard. - They didn't get him?

The fucker escaped.

Well, we know what he looks like.

One day, he'll get what he deserves.

Damn right. He and all the fucking moles will end up with a bullet to the head.

- Cheers! - Cheers!

- Long life and freedom for Basques. - Long life.

INDEPENDENCE

SOCIALISM

UNDERCOVER

Where are you going?

Get out of here! Move it!

- Joseba! - Long live the Basque Country!

Mother fuckers!

Long live ETA!

- Hey! - Son of a bitch!

Joseba! Joseba!

Mother fucking lackeys!

Mother fucker!

Assholes!

You're all a bunch of pigs!

This sucker's got some nerve!

- We're going. - Take your boyfriend home.

- Bitch! - We're going.

- Fuck! - Want some more?

Fuck, I started too early again.

I always do that.

Here comes the first chime!

- There it is! - Happy New Year!

- Happy 1996! - Happy New Year, Spain!

Happy New Year!

- Happy New Year everyone! - What an atmosphere!

What a party down there!

We've just welcomed in 1996 live on the show.

May 1996 see all your wishes

and all your dreams come true.

And may all Spaniards love each other more and more.

Hello?

Happy New Year, honey!

Happy New Year! How are you all doing?

How are you, sweetie?

Great, great. How are you guys?

I'd be better if you were here with us all.

Yeah...

I know, it sucks for me too, but...

I'm good. I'm having a good time.

I have to go. I'm meeting friends and I'm going to be late.

- Take care. - I will. Big kiss for everyone.

And the biggest one for you, Mom.

I love you, my darling. Bye, honey.

Bye.

For these first few hours of 1996, we've prepared

a fabulous party for you.

Fun for all the family and something for everyone.

We've got music, comedy... And it's called:

"The First of the Year". It's going to be amazing.

Doctor Etxebarría to radiography, please.

Why did you call me?

No reason.

I needed to stop pretending for 15 minutes.

Just for a while, I don't know.

This is very dangerous.

Seeing each other now isn't smart.

- You got family? - You don't need to know.

Kids? What about your mom?

You don't need to know that.

I've got a three-year-old niece, but...

- I can't... - Arantxa, don't fucking mess with me.

Not now.

This one goes out to...

all of life's beautiful women,

as we go through our lives and our experiences

and our regrets. "The Joy of Life".

Something I don't have.

The hell of your splendor

has cut me deep.

Now, I sit down and think deeply

about the joy of life.

My way of feeling.

I search, but I can't find it.

The joy of life.

The joy of feeling.

The joy of life.

I search, but I can't find it.

Why them?

The main thing is they're as plain as this table.

They don't stand out.

They're not especially good-looking, or especially ugly.

They can interact without being conspicuous.

And they're malleable.

Ángel, we've never done anything like this.

You're talking about inserting 5 kids

that have just left the Academy.

Jose, I know that only 2 out of 5 will be able to stand it.

3 at most, but we have to do something. The Civil Guard get all the glory,

while we get nowhere.

If we had the Civil Guard's resources, it'd be different.

We can either complain, or we can do something about it.

It will take years,

but at least, for once, we'll have a chance to get somewhere.

And when they end up with a bullet in the back of the head?

Sometimes sacrifices are necessary.

You're kidding about the girls, right?

If someone told you

that waitress was an ETA mole, would you believe it?

Well, ETA wouldn't either.

They'll never suspect a woman.

A woman in ETA, no.

At best they'll end up as one of their whores.

If they can stand the pressure.

Send only the guys.

And keep me updated.

Did you hear about Romero? He got the job through contacts.

What are you doing here?

Shooting practice got cancelled, so I came to say hi to my girl.

Juanjo, if anyone sees us, we'll get in trouble.

- You thought about the apartment? - Yes.

And?

Don't mess with me...

- It's a yes! - I'm going to start looking at ads.

- Right now? - Right now.

- You're in a hurry. - Kind of, yeah.

OK.

NATIONAL POLICE ACADEMY, ÁVILA

SPORTS AREA

Mónica Marín?

Yeah, that's me.

Chief Inspector Ángel Salcedo.

I know who you are.

- Pleasure to meet you. - Come with me.

Are there any police, or military in your family?

No, doesn't it say that in my file?

I like to ask.

So, how did you end up here?

I like the idea of being of service to society.

To serve and protect and all that.

But there must be something else.

Something that motivated you

not to become a doctor, or a nurse...

I wanted to get out of Logroño.

Right...

You wanted to leave Logroño, so you applied for a job in intel.

Nothing ever happens in Logroño.

The terrorist attack on the Hipercor.

They used glue and soap flakes.

It stuck to the victims' skin, burning them alive.