A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
[radio host] This part is called "the eye" of the hurricane,
which can reach a diameter of up to 60 kilometers.
The powerful Hurricane Felix is presently 400 kilometers south of the island
and is approaching the Caribbean basin at 12 kilometers per hour,
and sustained 150 kilometers per hour winds.
The forecast for the coming days predicts more intensity
and it will be increasingly more destructive.
- Clock radio, 11:10... - [beeping]
I know that asshole's coming.
Let him come.
Let him come!
Let him fucking come, I'm waiting!
[panting]
[grave instrumental music playing]
[man] Nothing.
[indistinct mumbling]
[opening theme song playing]
- [traffic whizzing] - [chirping]
[rustling]
"Hurricane, hurricane, I feel you come...
on the wings of suspended winds..."
[sharp whistle]
[Skinny] What are you doing up there, man?
Don't worry, Skinny.
What the hell is going on?
[Skinny] Quit screwing around and get down, come on.
You'll eat shit if you fall...
Buddy...
You had us worried. We haven't heard from you in three days.
You brought this all down on your own, man?
[laughing]
You're talking to a guy who is about to be a free man.
Free.
So let's toast to freedom.
Did the rum go to your head? Don't be so mysterious, Conde.
Countrymen...
colleagues...
Oh!
[Conde] Comrades...
brothers and friends...
I turned in my resignation to the police three days ago.
How will you make a living?
God will provide...
Here? [guffaws]
How will you get by?
What I'll do doesn't matter. What matters is I did what I wanted.
Well, at least one of us decided what we won't do with our lives.
So let's toast. This deserves a celebration.
Top, bottom, middle...
bottoms up.
This stuff is too strong.
Cheap, cheap.
They hit the dude on the head
with a long, circular object, like a tube...
I'd say he was killed two days ago,
but it's hard to say the time of death
because he spent hours in really polluted water.
Besides, the fishes
made short work of him.
And to top it off...
Yeah...
They chopped his junk off.
With a really dull blade.
Lucky for him, it was post-mortem.
Conde...
My partner, Manolo...
Why the hell don't you answer your phone, man?
No one told you? I'm not a cop anymore.
So I hope this is just a friendly visit.
Major Rangel says you're still a cop. He didn't sign your resignation...
Conde...
things are getting hot. It could explode any time now.
What the hell do I have to do with it?
I don't know, but it looks like the major is in a bind, too.
[rustling]
[Rangel] What did you think?
I don't know for how long, but I'm still the boss...
and you're still a cop.
Okay, boss.
The name Miguel Forcade Mier ring a bell?
A long time ago, he was
Provincial Management's Deputy Chief of Expropriated Assets.
Expropriated Assets...
The ones who took everything that traitors left behind in Cuba?
[Rangel] Right.
Then, he became National Assistant Manager of Planning and Economy,
until he flew the coop on one of his trips.
Do we know why the rooster deserted?
There was talk of irregularities at the Ministry,
but nothing to justify his escape.
Such a long swim...
And he ends up dying in Havana.
- He lived in Miami? - [Rangel] Yeah.
Yes, but he kept a low profile.
He never made statements against the government...
But watch yourself, Conde.
Forcade was already an American citizen.
This could become a scandal, a goddamn scandal.
Boss, you give me the case, and you're already telling me...
Hey, don't get all riled up.
It's not good for you.
I mean, if you want to resign.
Tell me something, old man.
Didn't you work at that shithole, Expropriated Assets?
A million years ago.
Solve this case for me, Conde.
Just this one.
And I promise I'll accept your damn resignation.
[slow music playing]
The bourgeois weren't dumb.
[Conde] Looks like Miguel Forcade wasn't either.
You have a beautiful yard, ma'am.
It is. My husband, Alfonso, took care of it.
He's a botanist.
But now he's weak, and he doesn't want anyone to touch it.
[Miriam] Who is it, Caruca?
This is Miriam,
my daughter-in-law. And he's...
Adrian Riveron, a family friend.
Nice to meet you.
[Conde] A pleasure, ma'am.
We're investigating what happened to your husband,
and we're interested to know...
[Miriam] Are you really interested?
Miriam...
I know it's a bad time for you.
I only know Miguel was killed here,
in Cuba.
Because they had it out for him since he left.
That's why we're here.
To find out who...
What happened.
[Conde] We need help from all of you.
When was the last time you saw Forcade?
He said he wanted to go out in Havana,
he'd been inside all day,
but on Thursday, he left around 5:00 in Fermin's car, Miriam's brother.
Was he alone?
Yes, Miriam was at her sister's in Miramar.
Anyone who wanted revenge for something that happened before Miguel left Cuba?
No, I don't know. Miguel knew a lot of people but...
he didn't take anything with him from Cuba,
and he wasn't involved with anything over there.
He wasn't interested in coming.
He came because his father is in a bad way.
But Miguel was afraid that they would do something to him.
He knew they hadn't forgotten him.
[Adrian] Miriam.
Please, forgive her.
There's nothing to forgive. Miriam...
like you just said,
your husband didn't come to Havana for tourism.
We'd like to know something.
Who did he see Thursday evening?
I think he went to see Gomez de la Pena.
Do you know Gerardo Gomez de la Pena?
Manolo, the whole country knows him.
The thing is, you're really young.
He's the guy who said that thanks to the production miracle of planning...
Get this...
...the production miracle of planning...
- [Manolo exclaims] - ...in just a few years
we'd create growth and even get rid of our food subsidy.
And what happened?
Not a damn thing.
And when it all failed, the dude went south.
So you can take it up with Gomez de la Pena
why we're still underdeveloped.
[grave instrumental music plays]
[Gomez] Well, I was his mentor at Planning and Economy Management,
so he came to apologize
for leaving me in such a tough spot when he left Cuba.
He say why he didn't return to Cuba?
No.
We didn't discuss those details.
What do you think of the painting? I think you like it.
Yeah, it's got something...
It looks like a copy of Cezanne, but I don't know the original.
That painting is no copy,
it is the original.
A Matisse.
If it's a Matisse, how much could it cost?
Let's say around three million.
[Conde] Three million?
Three million would make it worth it to come back to Cuba.
[Gomez] It would be worth it.
But I can assure you that...
things much more valuable than this canvas passed through Forcade's hands.
When I worked at the Urban Reform Institute,
I was in charge of distributing houses from traitors who left the country.
One day I went to a mansion in Miramar
and there were some true jewels there.
A Goya, a Murillo,
several lesser Impressionist pieces,
and that painting.
And Forcade worked with Expropriated Assets.
Yeah. But they thought the Matisse was a copy.
An expert certified that it was false,
and they sold it to me, right there, for five hundred pesos.
So in thanks,
you assigned Forcade that little palace.
Just like I'm sure you assigned yourself this house.
I call it, Lieutenant...
reward for sacrifice and struggle.
That guy is fucking shameless.
I can't handle these guys, Manolo.
I wish he was the murderer so we could put him away for a thousand years.
You think Forcade came to get the picture back from Gomez de la Pena?
It's possible. The painting, or anything else of value.
Now,
do you think Gomez de la Pena could bash his head in with a pipe?
You know what, Manolo?
I hope the cyclone takes out all these bastards for good.
Manolo, we have to find
what made Miguel Forcade come back to Cuba,
and unravel it from there.
Call Friguens and see if we can pay him a visit.
Who?
Juan Emilio Friguens knows more about art than anyone in Cuba,
as well as possible markets.
We've been friends for years. Here.
Besides...
Besides, what?
We need to know who Forcade went to see after seeing Gomez de la Pena.
Maybe Miriam can help us.
Conde, I saw how you looked at that woman.
You looking for trouble?
What trouble, Manolo?
As if I didn't know you.
It's true, the blondie is hot...
But I have a feeling the blondie isn't really blond...
and she knows a lot more than she lets on.
Like what her husband was looking for in Cuba.
[slow music playing]
Why don't you want to celebrate your birthday at my house, huh?
I'm not interested, and that's it. There's nothing to celebrate.
What'll Jose think about the gang of drunks in here?
But it was her idea.
Because your mom is nuts.
She must be... to put up with us for so long!
I'll spread the word to everyone.
The only problem is that Candito the Red
became an Adventist and those people hate alcohol.
Candito's an Adventist? Did he go crazy, too?
They can't go to parties or anything?
I don't know, Seventh Day Adventists.
I don't know what the hell happens on the Seventh Day.
[Candito] And thanks to the Lord, I'm here with you.
[crowd] Amen!
[Candito] Who lives?
[crowd] Christ!
- [Candito] To his name! - [crowd] Glory!
[Candito] Who will we worship tonight?
[crowd] The Lord, in his glory!
[preacher] Glory to God, hallelujah, we are very grateful,
for hearing your testimony, Candito.
It's wonderful to hear what Jesus has done in your lives.
Candito, you may take a seat.
It's okay, Candito, we hear you.
♪ If the Lord is my light ♪
♪ And my salvation ♪
[everybody singing] ♪ If the Lord is my light ♪
♪ And my salvation ♪
[Candito] ♪ If the Lord is my light ♪
♪ And my salvation ♪
Candito's had a brain meltdown!
[Candito] ♪ Who can make me tremble? ♪
[everybody singing] ♪ If the Lord is my light ♪
♪ And my salvation ♪
♪ If the Lord is my light ♪
♪ And my salvation ♪
♪ Whom shall I fear ♪
♪ Who can make me tremble? ♪
[Conde] My brother...
How the hell did you become an Adventist
when you went to Mass on Sundays
and when you had a problem you rushed off to see some quack?
[laughing]
Let him believe whatever he wants.
You're gonna explain, right here, right now,
what you're doing in a temple where you can't get laid?
Say something about this waste of time, Cuqui.
Leave me out of it, I'm not involved.
Besides, they don't let you swear.
Or go to your friend's birthday and have a few drinks.
I shouldn't,
but yes, I'm going to Conde's birthday,
and I might even have a drink.
Why you talking so funny?
He must be in a trance.
Man.
In the temple, I feel good.
Singing and clapping?
Singing and clapping for people who believe in what they say.
People who speak of love, of hope,
of salvation, of forgiveness...
I hear you, my brother.
I know what it's like to need to fill that hole.
[Conde] That's it, Red.
I'm happy for you. I wish I could change.
It seems impossible to love and forgive
the two million bastards that I know.
Amen.
May the Lord forgive you, truly.
[laughing]
Cuqui, no coffee for me.
[radio host] Hurricane Felix continues to approach the island
at a speed of 15 kilometers per hour
with 160 kilometers per hour winds.
This is a common atmospheric phenomenon in the Atlantic and the Caribbean
during this season of the year,
formed by low-pressure systems
with the wind spinning around the center at high speeds.
Clock Radio.
[beeping]
7:33...
Come and get us, you bastard. Let's see if anything changes.
Quit fucking around.
[grave instrumental music playing]
[Friguens] If you only knew, Conde,
I lost track of that Matisse 40 years ago.
It's called Autumn Landscape.
I calculate...
it must be worth around...
four or five million dollars.
That much? Holy shit!
Can you imagine me, not with four, just one little million?
[Friguens laughs] My boy.
That is a rare painting,
one of the last from Matisse's post-Impressionist period.
Gomez de la Pena said that at the house where they found the Matisse,
there were more impressionist paintings, and even a Goya.
Hold on. There were only three Goyas in Cuba.
And if it was in Miramar,
it had to be Garcia Abreu's house.
That house was a gold mine.
[Conde] Manolo, we need to find out more about Miriam.
[Manolo] Conde, you're looking for trouble...
[Conde] Cut the crap and take me downtown.
Hello.
Hi, how are you?
I was in the neighborhood.
And since you've known Miriam for a while,
I thought you'd be the guy to tell me about the family.
Right.
Let's go somewhere else and ditch this joint.
Miriam's father is one of those leaders with a history.
He's been running all kinds of things for 40 years,
always badly, but he always lands on his feet.
Yeah, I know those histories.
Fermin and Miriam are children from his second marriage.
He's on his fourth or fifth now...
and every time he gets divorced, he leaves the house to the wife.
You know why?
Because he knows he'll get a new house for the new wife.
Exactly.
One day, Miriam's father went to visit his children with Miguel Forcade.
Miguel fell hard for Miriam.
They almost forced her to marry him.
What's Fermin's story?
Fermin hardly got his architectural degree,
but Forcade got him a good job.
Like always.
Where do you fit into the story?
Fermin and I were on the same rowing team in college.
Miriam and I met at a tournament.
Then we started dating...
kid stuff...
If there are no more questions, Lieutenant, I have to get back to work.
You know, Lieutenant?
Instead of investigating Miriam, who's more like a puppet,
and Fermin, who's just a poor bastard,
you should get to know Miguel Forcade a little better.
That guy was a demon.
And there were a lot of people in Cuba who were interested in...
making him pay.
Please, excuse me.
[slow music playing]
Hi.
I haven't done this for years.
Going up and down the Rampa...
I used to come on Saturday nights,
with my buddies from school.
That age when you still think you'll own the world.
Sometimes a street means a lot, or you think it does.
[Miriam] That's why the first thing I said to Miguel
when I got off the plane in Miami was to take me to Calle 8.
I imagined the whole street like a party, all day long.
A museum housing the good and the bad from the Cuba before '59.
A fun place.
With a cafe on every corner, boleros playing in every bar...
[Conde] And it isn't?
[Miriam scoffs] It's a rip-off.
Calle 8 was a lifeless avenue, there was hardly anyone on the sidewalk.
A street conjured up with the nostalgia of Cubans who live in Miami.
Like the Rampa, it's not even close to what it was.
[Conde] Gomez de la Pena said that
before leaving his house, Forcade said he had to see...
a family member about something important.
A family member?
I don't know anything about that.
The Chevrolet Miguel was driving the day he was killed
belonged to your brother, Fermin, right?
You can't be thinking that Fermin...
Keep him out of this.
Why are you always so defensive?
You just don't get it, do you?
What the hell will I do with my life once I get back to Miami?
Manolo, listen carefully.
Find out everything you can
on Miriam's brother,
Fermin Bodes.
And talk to Immigration,
use any excuse to keep Miriam from leaving.
Okay, okay. See you.
Yes, Fermin Bodes.
Bodes, with a B.
A car from 1958...
What happened with Immigration?
Damn it, but I...
Yeah, I'm listening.
Okay.
Hang on a second.
Sweetheart. Vilma.
What's up?
[thrilling instrumental music playing]
[car door shuts]
I'm quitting the force right now.
It was your bright idea to look for the Expropriated Assets inventory.
Manolo, not all my bright ideas are worth listening to.
[music continues]
[pen clicking]
The dude's got some nerve...
The bastard always does the same thing to me.
How much is your rum?
Two pesos, Poppa.
Don't call me Poppa, I'm not that old.
Give me one, served the right way.
Here's an extra, on the house.
Looks like you need it.
Yeah, I really need it.
I'll have what this guy's having.
What's wrong, Lieutenant Conde?
You don't say hi to your colleagues?
Ex-colleague.
That was bullshit.
I wasn't involved.
Yeah? Why'd you get kicked out?
That doesn't matter.
They're saying they're going to rat out your pal Rangel, too.
Fabricio, don't you dare mention Rangel's name with your filthy mouth.
You're all bastards, and you're going to pay the price.
Rangel, who acts all innocent,
covering up all of Ciceron's shit...
Contraband and smuggling dollars...
Look, Fabricio...
after all, it's been a pleasure talking with you.
I'm glad to see how fucked you are
and it's nice to know how asshole cops like you end up.
And if you weren't so drunk...
What, man, what?
What you going to do?
Who'll save you when they fry Rangel?
[Conde] Thanks, Poppa.
Be careful with this guy.
You heard him.
When he was a cop, he loved blackmailing people like you.
Hope your ass is ready to get kicked, Conde.
You and your boss.
You can't even imagine all the stuff I said about that old fucker.
Son of a bitch!
[shouts] You hit me!
I'll fuck you up!
Bastard!
Snitch!
I'll fuck you up!
Okay, that's enough!
I'll destroy you!
This isn't over!
I'll fuck you up!
[Fabricio exclaims]
[Conde] The major?
He isn't here.
When is he coming back?
I'm not authorized to give that information.
Why? What's this madness?
Lieutenant Conde, correct?
Come in.
I've been looking forward to meeting you.
Your rep is good as an investigator. And I've heard stuff about you.
Nice to meet you, Colonel Molina.
Where's the major? What's going on with him?
I should have started there, Lieutenant.
From now on, you'll report your case progress to me.
But the major...
Major Rangel and officers from Headquarters are being prosecuted.
As long as this investigation lasts, I can't discuss anything with you.
I'm truly sorry.
I know you two got along...
But it is what it is.
That will be all for now.
That will be all, Lieutenant.
[door opens]
[door shuts]
Manolo, what the hell's going on here?
I just went by the old man's office, and...
He's accused of blocking currency smuggling investigations...
and a ton of other stuff.
Fabricio and those other bastards.
Do you know where the old man is?
They said he's on house arrest.
I don't think he can talk to anyone...
Look, Conde,
right after you left the Archives,
I found the file for Garcia Abreu's house,
and the Expropriated Asset inventory.
Manolo, I have to see the major...
Let me finish.
This is a copy of the inventory of the house with the pictures.
Look at the signatures.
What?
Only you and I have seen it.
Miguel Forcade...
and Antonio Rangel.
[Rangel] They screwed me over, Conde.
And what hurts the most...
is that I risked my prestige and career
for some of those cops.
Even for Fabricio.
Have they charged you?
For the shit Fabricio made up?
Not yet...
but they say the investigation isn't over yet,
that a lot of things aren't clear.
Ciceron's shit and Fabricio's complaint are the hardest part.
Here's some orange tea with a little sugar.
Thank you, Maria Luisa.
Be careful, it's hot.
Poor thing. She's taking it hard.
She wants to take care of me.
Says I drink too much coffee.
Don't drink it if you don't want to.
[whispers] It tastes like shit.
You know I always take your advice.
[chuckles]
Tell me how the case is going.
Man, this came up.
That's why I asked you to solve the case, Conde.
For you to solve it.
I started suspecting that Forcade was stealing.
I realized they were using me for their schemes.
I tried to file a complaint, but no one listened.
Or they didn't want to listen.
And they kicked you out.
They had a good thing going.
Who could know if a painting was valuable or not?
A specialist would.
And if the specialist said it wasn't, how was I supposed to know?
Those bastards screwed you over.
And now you're in hot water, old man.
And all this shit with Forcade isn't exactly helping.
They'll take everything away from me.
Even my birth certificate.
The only way you can help is by solving the case.
By showing who Miguel Forcade
and Gerardo Gomez de la Pena were.
Don't worry about me, Conde.
My conscience is clear.
[mellow music playing]
Hang in there, I know you'll make it.
[slow music playing]
Incredible.
Do you still have the certificates of authenticity?
Of course.
Excuse me.
What do you think?
It's incredible.
You know how I lost track of the Matisse?
I found out that Garcia Abreus bought it in secret.
The problem is that in '52,
the family patriarch was tied up
in banking fraud, although he came out unscathed thanks to Batista.
But he didn't want people to know he bought such an expensive painting.
You know what the man did? He hid it.
Sir.
Here are the endorsements from Paris and New York.
Now it really is incredible.
The certificates are authentic,
but this painting, gentlemen,
is faker than a three-dollar bill will Conde's face on it.
Incredible.
[door shuts]
Forcade tricked me like a fool.
Just like he did with everyone else.
And is that why you decided to kill him?
The only one saying Forcade went to see a family member is you.
No one else ever saw him again.
Can't you see it, Lieutenant?
I'd never pass off a false Matisse for the real thing, ever.
Maybe Forcade came to look for some other paintings in the house
that were authentic.
A Goya, for instance. And you refused to give it to him.
Yeah?
And where is that Goya?
We're searching your house.
If we don't find the Goya, maybe you sold it and the money's in Switzerland.
Maybe we'll find proof that Forcade never left your house alive.
And you think de la Pena is the murderer?
I think he's quite the character.
But we don't have proof. We're going to have to release him.
We'll keep him under 24-hour watch.
The Foreign Ministry is pressuring me, demanding results.
Forcade was a U.S. citizen.
Don't worry, Colonel. I'll get Forcade's murderer.
Colonel...
when is Major Rangel coming back?
Don't underestimate me, Conde.
You went to see Rangel and I turned a blind eye.
Remember that I can't talk about that with you.
And about my resignation...
It seems you're forgetting what's most important.
You're a cop, and I'm your boss.
[slow music playing]
[chirping]
- Lieutenant. - How are you, Adrian?
Miriam is here.
I didn't think Miguel had schemed like that.
He mention anything about the painting? That one, or any other?
No, never.
What about Cuba? Did he talk about Cuba?
The things he left behind? Or what he lost when he left?
One day when we came home from a party at his boss' house.
He said leaving Cuba was the biggest mistake of his life.
We had a good life in Miami,
but he didn't have the power he had here. He was just another employee.
Lately, he said he was going to go into business, and it would change his life.
But I don't know if he came to look for anything.
What about your brother, Fermin?
How can he help us?
[somber music playing]
You like flowers, Lieutenant?
You're Alfonso Forcade, right?
Miguel's father.
What's left of me, yes. At your service.
You have a beautiful garden.
They said you were a botanist.
I planted most of the trees.
I don't know what will happen to the plants when I die.
They'll go bad and die.
In a Marxist manual, you would be classified
as a materialistic idealist.
Plants are living things, Lieutenant.
That's what my granddad used to say, Rufino.
Alfonso. I was told you weren't well, so I didn't want to bother you.
If you can give us information to help with the investigation...
How strange.
When I saw Miguel come back to Cuba...
I felt like something bad might happen.
I'm sure he came to look for something.
Alfonso...
all this period furniture,
the Tiffany lamp,
the paintings,
the house itself...
Did you never wonder how Miguel got all that?
I didn't always agree with what Miguel did.
Maybe Miguel came to look for something that cost him his life?
I thought you...
would tell me who killed Miguel.
Not accuse him.
[beeping]
[woman over radio] Central to Q17. Go to the San Miguel de Padron area.
[rustling]
[policeman] Copy that. Let's go.
[slow music playing]
[policeman] Q17 to Central.
Affirmative. We've found it.
Fermin's car showed up.
Where was it?
On a street in San Miguel del Padron.
It's being processed, but it was in crappy shape.
It's going to be tough to find out if it was Forcade who drove it there...
Or Fermin,
Miriam's brother.
Embezzlement, giving out favors,
falsifying documents...
while working at a central government entity.
He built a huge house and they seized a motorboat.
When did he get out?
Three months ago.
Three months?
Someone gets out of jail here, and someone else comes back to Cuba.
What a coincidence.
[Conde] I'm curious, Fermin,
the motorboat that was seized ten years ago,
it was for a clandestine trip, right?
I think Fermin wanted to take a little trip to Florida.
And he had something valuable that Forcade had given him?
Right.
But things didn't turn out right.
So Forcade had to come find what was his.
As far as I know, Miguel came to see his sick father.
Yes, that's true.
When did you see him for the last time?
The day before he was killed.
I went to his house, he said he wanted to get out, so I lent him my car.
Where did he want to go?
He didn't say.
Fermin,
you're going to give us a detailed report...
on everything you did the night Forcade was killed.
No problem. One question.
Any news on my car?
I'm living at my ex-wife's house in Santa Fe.
You know how bad transport is in this country.
You're pretty lucky, Fermin. Your car showed up.
Thank God, damn it!
I thought I'd lost it.
You know, Lieutenant, there are luckier people than I am...
who've done worse things...
and they haven't spent a day in jail, and you know it, right?
Watch yourself, Fermin.
If I find out you had something to do with Forcade's death,
you'll spend the rest of your life pumping iron in jail.
What the hell is wrong with you, Conde?
Yesterday, Gomez de la Pena, and today, Fermin.
So?
Guys who rob and get off scot-free piss me off.
The worst part is, he's right.
You know what the problem is. You take all this shit personally.
People using their jobs to rob...
It's always been that way, I know.
What do we do about Fermin?
He's a prime suspect.
But if he was keeping something valuable for Forcade, it wasn't at his house,
or it would have shown up when he went to jail ten years ago.
We're screwed.
If we don't find anything we're screwed.
[wind blowing]
[somber music playing]
[thrilling music playing]
[gasps]
[radio host] The Meteorological Institute warns that the devastating Hurricane Felix
could pass through the island of Cuba during the night.
Civil Defense has decreed Maximum Alert
in the provinces of Havana and Matanzas,
where the hurricane could pass.
Forecasts say this hurricane is the most powerful in recent years,
bringing intense rains and winds at more than 180 kilometers per hour...
Happy birthday, Conde.
[radio host] Clock Radio.
[beeping]
7:11.
So what, then... Am I under arrest?
With what proof?
[Manolo] Look, Miriam, we have no evidence against you.
But we're still investigating, and we have to keep you here.
[Miriam] I want to call the Consulate right now.
Miriam's a tough nut to crack.
We've got nothing on her.
She confirmed she was at her sister's that day.
I know, Manolo.
Keep her under surveillance, and no phone calls.
We need to break her down.
I know she knows more than she's letting on.
[somber music playing]
[Conde] I'm sorry to bother you, doctor.
[Alfonso] Have you got any news?
No... I'm sorry.
But after talking to you, I have a hunch.
I don't know how I can help you.
I think you're the only one who can help us.
Your son trusted you, absolutely.
Forgive me for speaking so bluntly, but I don't think others
are so sad that your son is gone.
[Manolo] Because you know exactly the kind of person Miguel was.
And you also benefited from the things he did.
Do you see this desk?
It's a Boulle, the famous French carpenter.
He was famous in his time, because they had a secret compartment.
Added value, as we'd say today.
Before he went into exile, Miguel hid a map there.
It shows where a Buddha sculpture is hidden in the banana groves.
A solid gold sculpture.
A golden Buddha?
Yes, Lieutenant. A jewel from the Tang dynasty.
It belonged to the Mena and Carbo family.
They left Cuba in 1960.
Miguel was in charge of expropriating the assets in the house.
He found the sculpture...
And he stole it.
[Manolo] If they killed him for the Buddha,
someone else knew about this story, right?
[Alfonso] I don't know.
Miguel told me that if someone asked about the Buddha,
that was the signal to give them the map he had prepared.
But no one asked.
[Conde] That's enough talk, doctor.
Let's go find that damn Buddha.
[thrilling music playing]
[rain pattering]
[Alfonso] Miguel told me that the Buddha, in the 17th century,
was a gift from the Spanish Governor of Manila to King Philip the Fourth.
He put the Buddha on the Manila galleon
that went between the Philippines and the Americas...
bringing all kinds of merchandise and riches.
And the Buddha reached Havana...
but never made it to Spain.
He told me Fermin was going to be in charge on a boat.
[slow music playing]
I can't forget how happy Miguel was when he told me that the Buddha...
was going to be his saving grace.
[rain pattering]
[sighs]
No, no, no. I never agreed with Forcade to take something out of the country.
I've got nothing to do with his death.
Look, Fermin.
You have the most to lose. You've already been to jail...
And I'm not going back because you have no proof that I killed him.
We found out what your husband came to look for in Cuba.
They're checking the authenticity and value
of the golden Buddha buried at your house.
What are you talking about?
I know you knew about it, Miriam. A Buddha, more than a thousand years old.
Thirty-five pounds of gold that must be worth...
several million dollars.
Miguel's plan was for your beloved brother, Fermin,
to take the Buddha out on a boat, right?
I have no idea what you're talking about!
I'm an American citizen, and I want my lawyer.
Enough lies, Miriam, I hate liars.
It'll be much better...
if you tell me how you and your brother planned
to kill your husband and take off with the Buddha.
Excuse me, Lieutenant. Colonel Molina wants to see you.
He says it's urgent.
[door shuts]
[Molina] The Ministry of Foreign Relations called me twice.
Twice.
Looks like you forgot that Miriam Forcade is also an American citizen.
We have to pressure the lady.
What proof do you have against her? What do you have?
Release Miriam Forcade.
That's an order.
Lieutenant!
When were you going to tell me about the link between Rangel and Forcade?
That's got nothing to do with Forcade's death,
which is what we're concerned with.
How do you know what I'm concerned with, Lieutenant?
Rangel's being investigated for corruption,
and you hid documents that could be important.
You're off the case.
Colonel.
If you let me have the case I'll prove the major isn't involved.
You've let me down, Lieutenant.
Colonel.
Please, Colonel, just one more day.
Are you asking me for a favor?
Yes. Yes, Colonel. I'm asking you a favor.
You can take me off the case,
off the force, whatever you want.
You've got 24 hours.
You can leave now. We'll see what happens.
[door opens]
[somber music playing]
[Conde] We were wrong about you, Fermin.
That's what I've been saying all this time.
The truth is, you and your sister
conspired to kill Forcade and keep the Buddha.
That's not true, he didn't make it to the meeting.
Which meeting?
Look.
We were going to plan how I'd leave the country.
That was the plan from the very beginning.
For me to take something out of Cuba that was worth a ton of money.
But I had to go to jail.
So Forcade had to be patient,
waiting for you to get out of jail, to come back to Cuba.
He didn't trust anyone.
He didn't tell me what I had to bring, or where it was.
So you started getting ready to leave.
[Fermin] Not exactly.
I didn't want to be connected to another exile from the country.
It was safer for other people to take care of the boat and such.
And Forcade agreed to someone else participating?
I reminded him how dangerous it was to cross the strait to Florida alone,
no matter how good the boat was.
That ended up convincing him. As afraid as he was of the ocean.
And who was that person?
Adrian Riveron.
He agreed immediately.
So you and Adrian agreed to kill Forcade and keep the Buddha.
You're obsessed with that Buddha!
Why would we kill him
before getting what Miguel was looking for, which would make us millionaires?
We're not that fucking stupid.
[somber music playing]
[rustling]
Looks like the cyclone is arriving.
[policeman] What are we looking for, Lieutenant?
Anything that could be used to clandestinely leave the country,
but especially proof that Forcade was here the day he was murdered.
[Manolo] Go.
[slow music playing]
Yes, Fermin talked to me about finding a boat.
But it's no crime to talk about that.
[wind blowing]
[slow music playing]
[Manolo] He didn't talk about killing Forcade?
How much were you going to get?
No one talked about murdering anybody.
Fermin said that when we go to Miami,
they'd pay me $100,000 because we'd take something from Cuba.
- Did Miriam know about it? - No.
No, she knew nothing.
[indistinct mumbling]
[slow music continues]
[Manolo] Fermin says the day Forcade was killed,
you were going to meet with him, at this very place.
What happened that day?
Forcade never came. Not at that time, not ever.
We waited until 10:30,
we called his house and his mom said Forcade hadn't come home.
[rustling]
[indistinct mumbling]
[thrilling music playing]
[panting]
[Conde] "Don't forget me. Yours, Miriam."
You can't do this.
We don't like doing it, Adrian...
But this picture means that you two hooked up again at some point.
You were always in love with Miriam.
How can I make you understand that Miriam has nothing to do with this?
[whispering]
Miriam...
was at your house on that day.
Your neighbor recognized her.
She's quite a beautiful lady, Adrian.
Too beautiful not to notice.
After all these years, we were going to be together.
We had two hours.
[slow romantic music playing]
[both sighing]
I can't handle Miguel anymore.
I'm so happy you agreed with Fermin.
I couldn't say no.
It was the only way to be close to you again.
[Adrian inhales deeply]
But it won't be easy, Miriam.
Huh.
It'll be hard.
[loud knocking]
It's Miguel.
Don't worry.
[loud knocking]
There's no way he knows that we're here.
[loud knocking]
[Miriam whimpers]
[Fermin] When we were sure that Miguel had left,
Miriam left for her sister's house.
I stayed, waiting for Fermin and Forcade to discuss leaving the country.
I don't know what happened. Forcade never came back.
The next day, I found out that Forcade hadn't shown up...
and no one knew where he was.
[wind blowing]
[Manolo] You believe that story?
[Conde] It's hard to believe.
Adrian has many motives.
But we don't have any proof.
We have to keep looking.
We're running out of time.
Yeah.
Let me think.
My head is a mess right now.
Let's see what the cyclone leaves behind tomorrow.
Conde...
isn't it your birthday?
♪ Happy birthday, Conde ♪
♪ Happy birthday ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
Great!
Well, it's all ready.
Eat, this is for you.
We've got everything.
You know...
I'm about to quit the force, or they'll kick me out, but it doesn't matter.
I think that today is the day...
for you to tell me your secret, how you make it work
in this country, where do you find all this food?
Don't tell him.
Where? In my imagination.
Wonderful!
[doorbell ringing]
Guys, it's the land of plenty. Let's eat.
[rain pattering]
So you decided to come?
They invited me.
But if it bugs you...
Not at all. I'm glad you came.
What's up with that look on your face?
What's wrong?
Do I look like hell?
A little bit.
But I swear it doesn't have anything to do with you.
- For sure? - For sure.
My friend...
Get a room.
We're waiting to give you your gifts.
And people are dying for you to finish the story about the Buddha.
[Conde] You ruined my moment, you bastard!
Just imagine,
it survived the prohibition of Buddhism,
decreed in the ninth century,
when they destroyed a lot of temples in China,
and all of the religion's symbols.
[Miki] Conde.
The story sounds like a novel. Why don't you write it down?
[Andrés] See? This is history.
If the Indian monks hadn't brought Buddhism to China,
they wouldn't have killed Miguel Forcade.
Who?
Did they really castrate him?
[Candito] Don't say that.
Adventist!
[indistinct mumbling]
[Andrés laughing]
Listen, I have an announcement to make.
Okay, fine.
Listen up. Come on, listen.
I don't want to spoil the birthday party, but...
I turned in my resignation at the hospital today.
We just got our papers.
We're leaving the country.
[soft music playing]
There's no looking back.
You're doing better than all of us.
You've got your job, your family...
Yeah...
But one day I realized, I have no future.
I don't want my kids to have this life.
Because we can't decide how our life will be.
Sounds familiar?
Sounds familiar.
I'm not afraid to start over.
In fact, I want to start over.
You know what really gets me?
I'm going to fucking miss you guys.
Well, good luck.
[rain pattering]
I can give you one of Rafael's shirts, if you want to change.
You keep his clothes?
I don't know what to do with them.
They're good clothes, I want someone to use them.
Then sell them,
or give them to anyone who walks by.
I still wear these old rags.
You and your pride.
I had to bury my pride today.
I had to beg a man to...
You're going to tell me about something that happened to you?
No, let's talk about you.
About me?
How did you feel?
Now you're asking me?
You didn't call to ask how I was doing.
I thought it was for the best.
Seems like I'm not very good company.
Maybe you were wrong.
Most likely.
I'm always wrong.
Can I call you?
You don't have to call me...
you're here now...
[wind howling]
[rain pattering]
[inhaling deeply]
[sighing]
[panting]
[somber music playing]
[Tamara moans]
Sorry, but I have to go.
I have to go right now.
For real?
It's really important.
I'll explain tomorrow. I'm sorry, but I have to go.
We were so blind.
And this motherfucking hurricane.
Son of a bitch.
Forcade's balls!
How could I be so fucking stupid?
The guy had...
a ball, a glove...
a baseball mask.
There must be a bat.
[soft music playing]
It has to be him, Manolo. It has to be him.
Who would want to cut off Forcade's balls more than him?
Nothing here, damn it.
Manolo.
Give me that bench.
[thrilling music playing]
[loud knocking]
It's Miguel.
Don't worry.
There's no way he knows that you're here, huh?
[knocking continues]
[Miguel] Adrian, open up.
Adrian!
Open up!
Coming.
Calm down, Miguel.
[Adrian groans]
Don't get dressed. I'm going to show you
how to respect a man.
[whimpers] No, no. Miguel!
You're worse than a whore!
[screams] Miguel, no!
Come here, you slut!
- [Miriam screams] - Come here!
[frantic whimpering]
[Miriam screams]
You can't do this.
You must respect me.
[Miguel groans loudly]
[Miguel groaning]
[panting]
Fermin told us your problems with Forcade started a long time ago.
When you and Miriam were dating.
Forcade was powerful...
and he was always jealous of you.
And Forcade's bad opinion,
in those times, was enough to fuck someone over.
[Manolo] The asshole did his best to send you far away.
You did it with the bat, Adrian.
You killed Forcade with the bat at your house.
Miriam gave me the glove and bat when we were dating.
The bat was in the room, because I showed it to her.
Adrian...
your story is almost squalid
and touching...
but I'm not convinced.
With so much money at play,
you agreed to get Forcade out of the way.
I don't know if Fermin thought about it.
I never would have dared to do something like that, not even for money.
But you did it for Miriam.
[Adrian] I never would have dared to do something like that, not even for money.
[Conde] But you did it for Miriam.
It's a shame...
A shame Adrian killed him?
It's a shame that Miguel, my father...
and other assholes like them...
fucked our lives over like they did.
Fermin was supposed to come to the meeting.
So they hid the body,
and Miriam took the car her husband came in.
[Molina] How did they remove the body?
Adrian called Miriam
and they used Fermin's car to move the body.
But Adrian mutilated it.
He cut the genitals off.
Adrian says, to throw the police off track.
But I think he was more than happy to do it.
Forcade was an asshole who fucked them all over.
Can I tell you something, Conde?
Congratulations.
At least Major Rangel wasn't wrong about you.
Colonel.
What's going to happen to the major now?
He was another one of Forcade's victims.
You still want to resign?
I hung on many years at this place,
thanks to that old man.
And if he's gone now...
Here's your signed resignation.
Just so you know I'm not an asshole.
But I have to do my job.
And it's not mine anymore.
[rain pattering heavily]
[slow music playing]
[typewriter clicking]
[wind howling]
You finally got here, you bastard.
[slow music playing]
[closing theme music playing]