MADRID FIVE DAYS SINCE D-DAY
Oh, Alicia…
Now the only way out is by taking the blame.
And who's gonna do that?
For the CNI, Prieto.
For the police, you.
Package delivered, Professor. I'm out in two minutes.
Shit's gonna hit the fan in every possible scenario.
Be strong.
We're with you on this.
Lisbon!
Welcome to the Bank of Spain.
The government gave the orders.
The National Intelligence Agency, chief of police,
and Ministry of the Interior.
All of them, absolutely all of them knew about it.
Where the fuck is the helicopter going?
The official magistrate of Madrid
has initiated proceedings against Alicia Sierra…
and put out an order for her arrest.
-Yes! -Come on!
Professor. Lisbon, we've got Lisbon!
Listen to me. This war,
we're going to win it.
For Nairobi.
For Nairobi!
Checkmate, you son of a bitch.
If you move an inch, I'll shoot you. And trust me, I'd love to see you dead.
I'm the wife of a dead man.
I'm a disgraced police officer.
People who used to love me think I'm a torturer. All thanks to you.
And the only reason I'm not emptying my clip into your brain
is because someone's gonna need me for the next 18 years.
But it's a really fine line.
And if you make me cross it, I'll do it
with a smile on my face.
This is where you've been.
This is your hideout.
In the most vile pit in all of Madrid, of course.
This place fits who you are. You're a rat.
What are you going to do to me?
You're gonna tell me the whole plan
so I can deliver you on a platter.
I'm gonna make sure that you're charged with terrorism,
sentenced to life in prison,
so you don't ever see sunlight for the rest of your life.
Because listen to me.
Your sentence
will be our salvation.