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kidnapping and eliminating a child,

with all that would entail,

for the sake of one heart.

We might be better off telling

the person who placed the order

that we haven't found a donor.

Are you... joking?

This is... a business.

They place an order...

and they pay.

We comply...

damn it!

Is he an easy...

target?

Very easy.

We've been lucky.

The kid's mother gave birth

a few days ago

and she's still in hospital.

We've placed the baby

in an incubator

to extend the parents' stay

in the hospital,

which will make it easy for us

to kidnap the boy.

He's ours whenever we want him.

Perfect.

- Good evening, Father.

- Evening, everyone.

Sorry I'm late,

it's been a hectic day.

I think I said the shortest mass

in my life.

Something smells off in here.

It smells of sweat.

You're right, it stinks.

I smell it too.

It's coming from up there.

From up there.

Forget it, Javier.

It'll just take a minute.

Forget it, come down.

F***, what a stench!

Turn off the heating.

Problem solved.

We'll just close the slats.

Can we... continue?

OK.

We'll kidnap the donor on Monday

and keep him at the church

until Tuesday

while we confirm there is

100% compatibility.

On that same Tuesday

we'll extract the organs

from the patients in my hospital

and then we'll take the goods

to the church

to finish extracting

the boy's heart.

We'll take the organs

to the airport,

where a private jet will be waiting

to fly them to Marseilles.

Once there, the organ recipients

will be brought in starting tomorrow

depending on each case.

I want...

you to be the ones...

who carry out...

the kidnapping...

personally.

I don't want...

third parties...

or bullshit.

We don't exist...

and we can't leave...

any trace...

of our... activities.

Of course.

You have a f***ing cheek, Alberto.

Taking the photos was your idea.

That was in case...

Bullshit.

It was bullshit, you got that?

We get paid in advance.

And taking photos to extort someone

is ridiculous.

After that, they can play curling

with the organs for all I care.

Don't worry, Father.

No-one will take any more photos.

You lot... are a pain in the neck.

We're...

a team.

Is everything ready?

As always, Jean.

The basement is fully-equipped.

There's nothing but forest

all around

and we've soundproofed

the operating room.

So the boy can be down there

for as long as we need.

No-one will find out.

That's what...

I wanted...

to hear.

Champagne.

People with mega bucks from all over

the world place orders with them.

Then they get what they need

from the Hospital del Carmen,

where this Alberto Ibarguren

guy works.

The day they extract the organs

they fly them on a private jet

to Marseilles

and transplant them there.

F***, that's impressive.

I mean, it's awful.

They also have people

in the Forensic Institute,

so they can make up

any cause of death they choose.

What about Ivan?

He was never admitted.

Because when they can't use

hospital patients,

they look for people

who were in the hospital before

or children from local schools.

Those bastards. Those bastards.

We have to go to the police.

Guillermo, can you come over here

for a minute?

What's wrong?

Look.

I don't believe it.

What's wrong?

- You can't hear anything.

- Nothing at all.

Turn up the volume...

F***.

That's when they closed the slats.

I couldn't see

but I heard everything.

We have to go to the police.

We don't have any proof,

but you can make a statement.

They probably won't believe us

and they'll walk free.

But maybe they'll get nervous

and won't kidnap the boy.

No?

Yeah.

They said they were doing it

themselves, so...

Move your asses, guys.

What about you?

I can't, I have to help my dad

in the workshop, but...

- we'll speak later.

- Come on, Ruso.

They said the church

was surrounded by a forest,

so it must be in some village

in the outskirts.

Or an old chapel.

Yeah, it could be.

But they said there was mass,

so it must be still active.

- Guillermo Ortega?

- That's me.

- You can both come if you want.

- Thanks.

OK.

I'll tell him what I saw

and he can make up his own mind.

I broke into the house and hospital

but I had a good reason, right?

Sure, just relax.

OK, let's go.

The inspector never sees people

without an appointment,

but he made an exception today.

Thank you.

Well?

We could go to a police station

in another city.

No.

- You know what we'll do?

- What?

We'll find the church

where they're taking the boy.

I'll film them putting him in there.

- How will we find it?

- I don't know.

If they have police connections,

bigwig doctors

judges and f*** knows who else,

we need evidence to catch them.

We have to record the whole thing.

OK, but how will we find

the church?

- We have until tomorrow, right?

- Yeah.

So, it isn't like there are

a thousand churches.

If I see that priest's face again,

I'll definitely recognize him.

One, two...

Three...

Four...

Five, six...

Seven, eight...

Nine...

- Ten...

- Eleven, twelve...

I printed a list

of all the chapels

within a 60 kilometre radius

of the city.

How many?

I made some calls and so far

I've found 11 surrounded by forest

which still give mass.

Give me the ones you have now.

I'll check as many as I can.

In the meantime, finish the list

for tomorrow.

And another thing:

Check if they have a basement.

The basement is the key.

I'm not going with you?

The thing is,

you're more of an office worker

and I'm a field worker.

I'm a mere cop

and you're the CIA,

one of the smart ones.

Come here.

Defend yourself.

Defend yourself!

If they're at mass,

I'll see if it's our priest.

If it's empty but the church

qualifies,

- we'll mark "maybe" on the map.

- Perfect.

Just one question:

Is this church still active or?

No, they only have mass on Sundays

and ceremonies, etc.

OK, text me and let me know.

- And if you don't find it, well...

- Don't say that.

We'll find it.

- Bye.

- Bye.

This is perfect, little man.

It's the best I could do.

Put it on your computer or iPad

instead of printing it.

Each chapel has a link

to Google Maps,

You're the man.

There are only 7 chapels,

so you have plenty of time.

I don't have an iPad.

Buy one.

You think I'm rich or what?

Between the advertising

and surf tournaments...

That's why I drive a banger.

Go on, off to bed with you,

Keep me posted. I'll be at school,

but you can text me.

OK. See you tomorrow.

Bye,

We have 7 left. If we do 6

in the morning, we'll find it today.

We have to go back

to the 3 that were closed.

Two. One didn't have a basement.

Coming!

What do you want?

Hello, we're from the local

Residents' Association

and we're gathering signatures

to stop the government's plan

for a railway through the valley.

Do you mind?

This ecosystem is home

to many species and...

You need a folder to write on.

It's a pain in the ass

without one.

Yes, yes.

As I was saying, global warming

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