When No One Sees Us (Cuando nadie nos ve)

WHEN NO ONE SEES US

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[children chattering indistinctly]

BUNGALOWS MORÓN CAMPING GROUND

CHAPTER 2 EASTER MONDAY

Samuel Navas. 16 years old.

He was last seen on Tuesday morning.

That's almost a week ago. Why did they report it last night?

His mother thought he was he was at the shelter

and the shelter thought he was with his mother.

Let's see... What's that about?

The kid went into the shelter a year ago.

No father, it seems he ran off. The mother couldn't deal with him.

He skipped school, smoked dope, you know.

Social Services thought it was the best thing for the kid.

Why did the shelter think he was at his mother's place?

Because they let him spend a long weekend at home.

He was supposed to go back, but he never arrived.

- Who saw him last? - His brother.

Samuel went to his mother's house to get a motorbike

and that's all we know.

What about the cellphone?

No sign.

Have you spoken to Canales?

Yes, he's organizing the sweep.

Ten minutes.

You and I are going to that boy's house.

Yes, sergeant.

We've divided the area into three sectors.

The outpost will be located here, in Caleras de la Sierra,

right where the boy was last seen.

And we'll reinforce the units in sector two.

It's abandoned land, country,

you know it, olive trees, ravines, ditches, wells...

Places where anyone could easily have a fall.

The City Council has asked for the public's cooperation.

I want Blázquez, García and Romero to go with the volunteer crews.

Any questions? Let's get to it.

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[chickens clucking and dogs barking]

I can't talk now.

- Hello, Emilia. - Good morning.

I'm Sergeant Gutierrez, Judicial Police. How are you?

Well, here we are.

- Any news? - It's still early.

We need to look at Samuel's things.

Any detail can help us.

Yes, of course, come in. This way.

- Would you like some coffee? - No, thank you.

It's made, I was up all night.

I'd like to see your son's room, please.

Of course, come in.

This way.

My eldest son, Rober.

Hello, Rober.

Your brother was here over the weekend, isn't that right?

I imagine you spoke to him.

What did he say to you?

Nothing. He came for the bike.

And where did he go?

Samu does his own thing.

- Was he alone? - Yes.

Did you do this?

It's my brother's.

Samuel draws really well.

As a kid, he won a competition. Remember, Rober?

I'd like to see a photo of your brother, the most recent possible.

These are the last he posted.

He's a good boy really.

But I couldn't deal with him. I swear I couldn't.

No one's judging you, Emilia.

What's this?

He's with his teacher.

Samuel isn't a very good student.

A few years ago, I signed him up to an academy, for support classes.

- They seem to get along well. - Yes.

Antonio was the only teacher Samuel got along with.

He's always concerned about him.

- Good day to you, Emilia. - Good day to you.

Thank you. Goodbye.

What are you doing, Gran?

Can't you see? Putting on the washing machine.

With sugar?

It's your mother's fault. She cleans up and moves everything.

You have to be careful, Gran. You've been absent-minded lately.

Oh, really? Then how did I find out you're seeing a boy?

- How do you know about that? - Because I'm not a fool.

And you've turned as red as a tomato.

- Don't tell my mother. - Me? Tell the sergeant?

No way. My lips are sealed, look.

But I'll tell you one thing, you watch out.

All men want the same thing.

To complicate our lives.

And you have to be more careful than other girls.

- Why me? - You were raised without a dad.

- What's that got to do with it? - A lot.

You've had no one to compare men to.

Men are trouble, in spades,

but your father wasn't one of those.

Good morning, sergeant. Will you come with me?

Of course.

It's called behavioral disorder now.

And before?

Theft, contempt for authority, truancy...

Is he often absent?

Samuel? He spends more time outside than inside.

But how many days is he usually missing?

Depends on how long the money lasts. One day, two, three at most.

This is strange, he's been gone for a week.

May I ask where he gets the money?

Samuel is a very handsome boy.

And he's usually seen with an adult. I suppose they give it to him.

You haven't thought of reporting him?

What do I report?

That he has adult friends?

Last week I contacted one of them, but...

Did you know him before?

I think his name is Antonio.

He has a kind of academy

that Samuel went to when he was little, or so I'm told.

Come in.

Here are his things.

SUNDAY, MARCH 24 SAMUEL'S DISAPPEARANCE REPORTED

FRIDAY, MARCH 22 ANTONIO, SUICIDE

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 20 ANTONIO, HOSPITAL

TUESDAY, MARCH 19 SAMUEL DISAPPEARS

I can't remember, okay?

I don't remember shit.

Don't worry,

you'll remember the fine you're going to get.

How long do I have to stay here?

As long as the judge says.

I want to call base.

We did that. And believe me,

your superiors don't think this is very funny.

My head is killing me.

Christ, give me something please.

First, you say me who gave you the drugs

and then I'll give you something for your head.

I don't do drugs.

So, what is this?

- Huh? - Fuck.

Pop Rocks?

Okay. All right.

But I didn't know the guy who sold it to me.

You didn't know him,

but he was a dealer.

Maybe it wasn't the first time?

Look, I just asked some guys in a bar

and they told me this guy could hooked me up.

I scored and that's all.

I didn't know that shit was gonna make my fucking head explode.

So, you say never saw something like this?

Exactly, that's why I took it.

Come on, man, I didn't know what it was.

It looked cool.

It's that son of a bitch that should be in here. Not me.

That's my job, to arrest him.

But I need you to tell me something about the guy,

a description.

Not very tall,

dark, kind of stocky.

You must have noticed...

I don't know.

Clothes, hair, a ring, something else.

The back of his neck was all red.

Like a scratch?

What do I know, man?

Just red.

So, are you going to give me something for my head or what?

- Sergeant, got a minute? - Yes, quickly, I have to go to court.

- I talked to the American. - You? Why?

As far as I know, no one here speaks English.

- And you do? - Hey, I get by.

You should go to Fuengirola in summer, it's like London.

Sure. You should've informed me, don't you think?

Before bringing him here, the police took him to the hospital.

As well as seizing this, they did a saliva test on him.

And guess what.

The lads from the procession and the soldier took "nazarene."

Víctor, we can't force anyone to lead a healthy life.

But this is a new drug that we don't know.

It's dangerous, there are cases. It'd be good to look into it.

I'm going to talk to the drummer guy.

All right.

But I don't want you going alone. Take someone with you.

Carmona's on leave and the girl's a bit green, isn't she?

Leiva?

I have the toxicology report on Antonio Jimenez.

Did I ask you for it?

Professional training.

I respect someone who decides to take their own life.

Sorry.

I mean that what Antonio did was very extreme.

Only someone out of their mind could do something like that.