When No One Sees Us (Cuando nadie nos ve)

WHEN NO ONE SEES US

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How's it going?

Why are you here?

You're on the case for Samuel, aren't you? You were at the search.

Do you have information? Something you wanna tell us?

-I know Samuel. -Come in my office and we'll talk.

But we can always go somewhere else.

CHAPTER 6 HOLY THURSDAY

On Wednesday, his phone went straight to voicemail.

Turned off or no signal.

-You didn't think to report it? -Report what?

Where do you think he went when he didn't return to the center?

He said he was going to a country house somewhere.

-So he wouldn't get caught. -Any idea who owned the house?

Yeah. That guy who killed himself.

-Who, Antonio Jiménez? -That's right.

Yeah, his English teacher.

-Pain in the ass, really. -Okay, in what way?

I don't know, his gestures, the blank look in his eyes,

the way he dressed. He was intense, in a way.

-It sounds like you knew him. -Well, yeah, I met him.

We saw him one day and Samuel introduced me.

-The guy seemed really jealous. -How come?

I think that Antonio was into Samuel.

I mean, it was totally obvious.

-Do you think they were together? -No way.

The guy was pathetic. Samuel always said so.

Look, I know Samuel gets money on occasion.

You think he gets it from Antonio?

Samuel would go to his house, and he had ways of getting money there.

He'd tell him a made-up story

that was like he wanted to take this class but couldn't afford it

or his phone had broken.

Lots of shit.

Samuel isn't into guys, all right?

He was smart, knew how to get what he wanted, that's all.

I'd like to visit that house.

-Know where it is? -No idea.

I heard it's in the fucking boonies.

That's why Samuel wanted to hide there,

-'cause nobody goes there. -Antonio would, since he owned it.

Samuel said, in two years, the guy went one time,

one summer night to see the stars, that type of thing.

- Good morning. -Morning. How are you two?

What? Have you told him?

Yes, sir. I did.

-And? -Why do I have to say that?

I told you already, I was able to get you out by a whisker,

but you're this close to actually being charged.

Thank you, Mr. Nuñez, for that,

but if I were to tell the truth, it's better.

I don't wanna lie. I'm already in trouble here.

I'm pretty sure you're not understanding.

How's your mother doing?

What about your brother?

I'd guess that she's suffering a lot about it.

If I'm not wrong, she has a pension, doesn't work.

But since you're a good kid, you help at home, right?

I work holidays and overtime.

I know. You're watching out for your family and helping find him.

When your brother returns, and he will...

you'll be all alone.

No help from the mayor, no reporters, nothing.

Alone, like four days ago.

But here, we'll help you out regardless.

You don't have to give names or snitch on anyone.

You just have to say that you got the drugs at a bar.

Well, Róber, I'll let you go.

Go to your mother. I'm sure she's worried.

Just drop me off there, sergeant.

I thought we were going to the Guardia Civil.

Officially, we are.

I need two hours.

The colonel can't know anything about it.

It's best if I don't know about it either.

I agree.

Have you been doing all right?

I'm okay, Mom.

Yeah, yeah. I eat very healthy.

I have to go now, okay?

Yes. Love you.

The manufacturer produces more than what Defense orders.

Someone in IT creates a QR code that alters cargo content when it's scanned.

So you could have 10 units on paper but 15 in the container.

And the extra five are sold under the counter.

They're sending military technology to countries under arms embargoes,

Sudan, Nigeria, Mali, Sierra Leone.

A week ago in Morocco, a random check was carried out

on a plane from the Morón base.

It's standard procedure in non-NATO countries.

One of the containers was reclassified.

We believe the codes were created by Sergeant Johnson.

We have strong reason to believe the shipments were tampered with here.

The fact that Johnson just turned up in quick lime

only strengthens that theory.

We also found that he'd made unusually high investments in crypto,

way beyond his pay grade.

Do you think someone else from base is involved?

That's why we called you.

-We found a candidate. -Who?

Colonel Seamus Hoopen.

On what grounds? Money?

He could have other motives.

James Hoopen, his son, he was killed in the line of duty.

Possibly friendly fire.

The colonel didn't agree with the report.

He demanded a more thorough investigation, but it was refused.

And then he was stationed overseas.

Why isn't this in his file?

He signed on peaceful terms. The case was wiped clean.

In exchange, he got a cushy post and a pay raise.

That doesn't make him a suspect.

It does give him good reasons, but we need proof.

We're hoping that Johnson would lead us to it.

Have you found anything that could link him to Hoopen?

Not yet.

So a guy you don't know at all gives you 25 grams of that new shit,

just like that, out of the blue?

He gave it to me to sell, not as a gift.

So did you know the guy?

No. He wasn't even from Morón.

But he clearly knew you.

He found out I've sold in town before.

But only hash, not that.

-It was the first time. -You had to give a guarantee.

With those guys, playing it smart isn't good.

-When are you giving him the cash? -I did it last Sunday.

It was the first time, so I didn't get much.

They wanted to see if it worked. It's just a bit for me.

And where did you go to bring the cash?

I agreed to leave it in the same place where I got the drugs from.

I haven't seen him since.

And where is that exactly?

Getting answers from you is like pulling teeth.

At the bar. La Manigueta.

Okay. You see my client's cooperating.

I think he's said all that he has to say, hm?

If they reach out to you again, I want you to inform us.

-You called me? -Jiménez has a country house.

At least once, he invited Samuel there. Think you can find it?

I'll check, but I couldn't find properties in his name.

Well, there are, and you need to find it.

What do we know about the motorbike?

-Confirmed. It's Samuel's. -And?

Criminalistics is looking for clues,

tracks, or anything like that by the pit.

Sergeant, a woman's asking for you.

She's the mother of one of Antonio's students.

Yeah, bring her.

-I'll start on my work, then. -No. You should stay.

People are saying horrible things.

Yes, well, folks exaggerate a lot.

When I picked up my son from the academy,

Antonio walked outside to greet me.

He seemed very charming, honestly.

-Your son was fond of the class? -He was.

Saturday morning was his favorite time of the week.

I mean, my son doesn't have a father.

He's envious of his friends, which is why he liked Antonio.

In him, he saw the father he didn't get to have.

That child is very innocent.

I'm worried they might have done something awful to him.

You are? Why do you say that?

Well, Pablo would have nightmares a lot

after a man started to teach all the kids, I don't know, karate or something.

Who was the man?

He says he was in disguise and was frightening.

Has your son had a change of attitude?

-He has nightmares. - Apart from the nightmares?

Have you noticed any random bruises, any sign on his body?

Pablo's only 8, and I still bathe him.

If there was anything strange, I would've noticed.

He's very sensitive and very demanding of me.

Did he draw anything or give details of the man?

He says that he wore a mask that day, like the Star Wars bad guy, he said.

He had a wooden sword as well.

I've been in this for years, it's the first I heard anything like this.

Why the hell would they trust the kid, anyway?

Well, we have to check it out.

If the story matches, he's telling the truth.

Don't you agree?

You're gonna like this.

My cousin doesn't care if you're a general or jobless.

You won't drop this, are you?

We're going out tonight, with our friends.

-Gotta gather strength for the morning. -I can't go. I have to keep on studying.

Víctor, dude, you gotta have a life, you know.

Working as a corporal in a small town is no life.

Don't you wanna get out of here?

-Good morning. - Yeah, good morning.

-What would you like? -Coffee.

Come on, let's go. The kid was telling the truth.

-I just got coffee. -Jesus.

-I'll wait outside. - What a dick.

With the excuse of martial arts,

Antonio Jiménez contacted on the Internet a guy who's called Okami.

This Okami later ended up teaching a kendo class to the kids.

You think Antonio could've been a trafficker, is that right?

It could've been in a pedophile ring, sure.