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The wild 90s are in the past.

The Immortal is retired from drug trafficking

and Blondie is running the business.

Madrid breathes in peace.

There's only one way to preserve it: bury the ghosts of the past.

The characters and events have been fictionalized.

Was it your idea or Paulina’s?

Hers, Blondie.

When I met her in Miami she was already negotiating

with the Colombians to kick you out of Madrid.

She wants to get back into Europe.

Yes. I think they want to take distribution away from La Doña.

Did you meet her before or after me?

Does that matter now?

Did you meet her before or after?

She knew that you and I were working together.

- Are you getting it on? - No.

It’s only business between us.

Sure.

- Elena, I fancy you. - Don’t touch me.

Don't toy with me.

We're chill.

Hands where we can see them! Let’s go!

Out of the car!

Come on!

You in back too!

Come on, fuck it!

No need to be like that.

Who told you to speak? Hands on the car!

Hands on the fucking car!

You.

Go over there.

Come on.

If you lift a finger before we go, there’ll be trouble.

Got it?

Commissioner, all in order.

Yes, yes, I’ll put him on.

Here.

Tell me, Peralta.

The bribe for my guys comes from you.

Be generous, they've earned it. Don't go all tight Catalan on me.

It seems you don't know me.

I owe you one.

THE IMMORTAL

Fuck, Rober!

Go, go!

Clean it all up. I’ll take care of him.

No, José, this mess is mine.

So fix it, you saw that your wife doesn’t want you alive.

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

It’s okay, it’s okay.

It’s okay, it’s a nightmare, come here, come here.

It’s okay, it’s a nightmare. Don’t worry, I’m here.

I want to see Mom.

I know, buddy, but Mom’s not here, I’m with you.

I’ll look after you, okay?

Yeah?

Come on, go to sleep, it’s really late.

Like that.

Like that, take it easy.

Take it easy, it’s okay. Dad’s with you.

Like that.

It’s okay, buddy, it’s okay.

- Morning. - Morning.

Did you get some sleep?

Not much, but at least I had a shower.

What? I never smell.

What did I miss?

I spoke to your informant and guess what...

He swears he knew nothing, that he was tricked.

Poor guy, they made fun of him like they did us.

- Yeah, poor guy. - They never know anything.

- Yes, they're all victims. - How strange.

Has the translator arrived?

Yes. There they are.

They say Pascual wasn't alone on the boat.

From the description, I'd say it's Ali.

They distract us with a fake unloading,

and Alí brings the merchandise ashore.

But we had the coast under surveillance.

How did he get the drugs in without us noticing?

We'll find him and he'll tell us.

Are all the checkpoints set up?

Yes, but by now he'll have left Cádiz.

Do I notify the commissioner to boost surveillance in Madrid?

No, I'll take care of that.

Keep trying to get something out of the crew.

Use all your charms.

Thanks, Correa, you’re a star.

You gun fell down there.

Watch your head doesn’t fall off, funny man.

Asshole.

Come on. Let’s go.

Be gentler with me, shit.

Are you dressed for your First Communion?

I bet you make peanuts here.

Shut up, man!

Kid, open up, open up!

C’mon, copper, faster!

- Bro! Nano! - Call a fucking doctor!

- Are you okay? - Let’s go! Inside.

Motherfucker! Nano! Nano!

You two, out of the way!

He’s alive, don’t waste time! Hurry up, you bastard!

Fuck! Hurry!

Hurry! Get a doctor!

Hurry!

Hold on, Nano!

Hold on, fuck, it’s nothing!

Breathe, eh? Breathe!

There, take it easy.

- Fucking cops. They don’t do shit. - A doctor!

How are you?

Fucked up.

Where’s my son?

- There’s been a slight setback. - What?

- He's with Rober. - You're kidding.

Don’t worry, Paulina, he’s fine. I’ll explain later.

We’re meeting with Peralta.

You can’t be this dim.

How did you get fucked over so easy?

Relax. We’ll recover the shipment.

Oh, yeah? How?

Look, from Cádiz to France is a lot of hours by truck.

We’ll find the shipment before it leaves Spain.

We’ve lost the element of surprise. It won’t be so easy.

The deal will be kept.

You’ll have control of Madrid.

That's what we'll do.

But by force.

Gather the skinheads.

Hold on, hold on.

Look, hot stuff, you can’t come here

and start a war like this was Sinaloa.

This is Madrid, got it?

Here, dead bodies make the news.

Only if they show up.

Pau, maybe it's too soon for a shootout.

No one has bothered Blondie for years because she kept quiet.

I don’t give a flying fuck about Blondie.

Think about it.

I’ve got nothing to think about.

I'll see you at home.

I should’ve let Blondie cut your balls off.

You sold me out, you bastard.

No shit, Peralta. I don’t want a war either.

Ah, no?

The Mexican’s losing her mind over the boy.

She’ll drag us both down with her.

I'll change her mind.

You’ll have to fuck her good to do that.

You find the shipment and arrest Blondie.

I’ll take care of Paulina.

Will you be able to?

I’m starting to think that maybe I got the wrong partner.

A bit late for doubts, isn’t it, Peralta?

Do as I say and don’t make me make a call.

The coconuts are about to go into storage.

They'll ripen there until we can take them to market.

How long are we talking about?

I'm only asking for a few days.

Until the storm passes.

I'll reassure the Dutch guys,

but you'll pay for every day you're late with the delivery.

Doña, you know I’ve never failed you.

We deliver on time or the Dutch will get their fruit elsewhere.

We don't want that to happen, do we, Blondie?

I'm not letting Paulina take Madrid away from me.

Or let the Colombians take our slice of the pie.

But they involved her son,

and a wounded animal is unpredictable.

Don't worry, I'll tame her.

I hope so.

I wouldn't want to have to search Madrid for someone

who’ll look after my interests better.

Coming!

Hi, Josefina. How are you?

Good, thanks, José.

Blondie’s got an awesome crib.

Her place in Ibiza will blow your mind.

Hey, the American!

Are you sure of what you're asking me?

Yes, I'm sure.

We have to kill Paulina.

Next time there won't be a ham-slicing knife.

So, can we count on you?

Of course, but I need a day to get the shipment secured.

Fuck me! A day!

I want to get rid of her as much as you do,

but I need to get the shipment out of Spain fast.

We'll take care of it, Rober, let's go.

Will you guys sit still, please?

After the thing at your house, I won’t let you take risks.

So?

Do you want to get back in the game?

I want to get home in fucking peace, Blondie.

Then let me do things my way.

I'll set up more security and send men to your mom's house

while they look for Paulina.

Okay.

And when they find her, what?

Nano’s arriving in Cádiz. He’ll take care of everything.

Okay.

Lie down there, please.

- There? - Yes.

Is that okay, honey?

Come on, turn over.

You haven't seen an ass like this in years.

Are you ready?

Fuck you to hell and back.

But nicely, eh?

What does he have exactly?

A serious injury to his right kidney.

Hi, Andrea.

That sounds bad.

Without complete rest he could have a renal collapse.

Wait, I don’t know where... This way.

Has he been told?

He's asked to be discharged.

If he's not under arrest...

He's not.

We've discharged him too.

The chick was ogling me. I was face down,

and she says, “Turn over”. I’m like, “You sure? As you wish”.

I turn over and she starts ogling me.

Radiologists are all nymphos.

Fucking X rays.

- Yeah, you’ve fucked loads of them. - Well...

One more night here and we’ll blow a fuse.

Total blackout. Fuck that.

Correa got us tickets for the AVE from Seville.

They’re dying to see us.

What a shitty TV.

Nano! I got your little bag here.

Check that it’s all there.

Nano!

Shit, yeah, what a rush.

Give me that.

Oh, fuck!

Fuck.

You’re in no shape to go to Madrid.

What, you know more than the quacks now?

You're a mess, Nano.

- They can't discharge you. - I heard him.

Paracetamol, water, and we're going home.

Come on, move it, hospitals give me the creeps.

I'm gonna kill that motherfucker.

I don't give a damn what you say, Carles.

We have to keep a cool head now, Mauro.

Cool head, my ass.

My ass. Cool head.

Wake up, you’re not getting away with this.

We’re going with these guys and blowing the fucker away.

Mauro, you'll get your revenge.

You will, and it’ll feel good.

But first you have to find the drugs.

The fucking drugs again.

Carles, I don't give a shit about the drugs.

Do you understand that? I don't give a shit about them.

Do you understand that they killed my friend?

Do you, or can’t you get it through your fucking head?

Don't yell at me again.

Right now I'll yell at anyone I want.

Not at me.

- No? - No.

- No? - No.

Why?

Because if you yell at me again I’ll get this dive closed down

and all of thrown in the can.

And your first day in the yard, you’ll get a shiv in the chest.

Got it, Mauro? Or not?

You’re a rat!

Mauro, fuck!

Fuck, that’s enough!

- Will you let me go? - Rat!

What a rat!

Paulina.

Do what you have to do.

Okay.

You’re not doing anything, eh?

What a great mother you are.

You don’t give a fucking shit about your son.

Bitch.

Bunch of nutcases.

They think they’re on a football terrace.

They’re right.

José Antonio and Rober have to be finished off fast.

We talked about this, Paulina. Rober will never hurt your son.

We have to keep our heads.

Sure, our heads.

I’ll sick the fucking Nazis on him.

Today is day 79

and really, the weight of time is starting to tell.

They all know me here as Caballero, the successful presenter...

How long do we have to have these guys on top of us?

A few days.

It’s delicious, eh?

- And the wedding? - The wedding can wait.

Carlos.

- What? - Come here.

What’ll you say to Pelayo?

And to the guests?

What?

We’ve been preparing for a year.

The menu, the dress... Even my sister from Burgos is coming.

Is that what you care about, Mom? What Aunt Puri thinks?

We’re not cancelling any wedding.

Sure.

You’ll put two thugs next to the priest like altar boys.

After all we’ve been through, and here we are again.

He had nothing to do with it. It was my fault. Okay?

What does it matter whose fault it is, Roberto?

I’ll never lead a normal life.

Mom.

Calm down.

- I’ll cancel the dress fitting. - You’re not cancelling anything.

And Sheyla?

- What? - Maybe she shouldn’t come.

You didn’t have the flan?

Have the flan, it’s delicious.

Yeah, it’s delicious, Asun makes amazing flan.

- Do you want some churros? - Yes.

Javi, get the boy some churros, okay?

What’s wrong, José?

What’s wrong, dude? What's the fuck?

You’re scaring me. What’s wrong?

José.

Fucking hell.

Should I tell them?

What’s wrong, José?

Fucking hell, dude.

Fucking hell.

What’s wrong, bro?

Fuck it...

I don't know what's wrong lately.

I get the feeling that something...

as if something...

I thought I'd changed my life and...

the fact is...

Listen to me.

José, listen to me.

We'll put an end to Pau, okay? To that fucking shit.

- That's not it, Rober. - It’ll all be okay.

That’s not it, no.

It’s...

It’s...

I don’t know what’s wrong, man.

That’s it, it’s over, it’s over.

Fuck.

It’s over, it’s over.

- Are you sure? - Yeah, yeah, it’s over.

- Come on. Shit. - It’s over, it’s over.

- Right, fuck it. - Okay, okay.

- Shall we go? - Go on, you go up.

Let’s go.

Hey, you know what I missed in Miami?

- What? - It’ll shock you.

What? The dogs, or what?

Us having a beer there, on the stairs.

Chewing the fat.

Come on, let’s go.

Get in.

Do we have the churros or not? Share, don’t be selfish.

You’re still like that?

Brush your hair, you’ll be later than the bride.

What’s the matter with you?

Dad’s not coming to pick me up.

Your father’s being his usual self.

He promises you the moon.

He has work to do.

Don't defend him after he stood you up.

Get changed, I'll take you.

I had a meeting for some catalogs, but I can change that.

Get dressed.

No, I don't feel like it anymore.

Give me the remote.

Sheyla.

I don't know what you and your father are up to,

but I don't like secrets.

Why did Rober come with you on the plane?

Are you mute?

Never mind, I’ll find out.

Go on, get changed, we’re going.

They’re on the train back.

We’re meeting at the gym. Good, see you there.

Let's be nice.

Excuse my methods, Fernando.

You're a rat.

I thought we were friends.

We are.

And we can still do great things together.

Of course.

How do you say “Go fuck yourself” in Catalan?

Are we really going to get angry at this point?

After all we’ve been through.

I can talk to Blondie and tell her your problem.

All the cash you’ve been stealing.

I don't think she'll take it very well.

So, Fernando?

We're still friends, right?

What do you want?

The shipment.

Alí took it from Algeciras and put it in a daycare center.

Where?

Blondie only gives the address to those who need it.

That's why nobody’s caught her these past years.

Until now.

Call me when you find out where she's hiding the shipment.

Peralta, a patrol car found Alí.

He's in a warehouse in Fuenlabrada.

Him and how many others?

There must be three of them, no one else we know of.

They must’ve just arrived with the truck.

Any news of the Valencian and the kid?

Nothing. Nothing on Nano or the other guy.

Do I tell Galán and get the unit ready?

No, no, no.

They’ll be coming from Cádiz.

And I’m tired of eating shit.

Listen.

Tell Ulloa and the others. We’ll take care of it.

All right.

Marcelo?

We found Paulina. She’s staying in the fucking Catalan’s place.

Fucking great, Blondie. The bitch.

They found her.

Already?

And Nano? Where’s he?

We meet in the gym in two hours. After this.

It gives us time to go see Grandma

and finish the churros with her.

Okay.

They keep updated information in the program

on standardization of security measures

to ensure demilitarization of the province.

Come on, Manolo.

Our snack will come and the tables still full of cash.

You'll be the richest woman in the cemetery.

And you. the poorest. 20 points.

Well, well, this is too much.

- Look, Sebas, there's Grandma. - Pepa, look who we brought you.

Run and give her a kiss!

Oh, my God!

Look! Oh, please! Oh, my boy!

It’s Sebas!

Run and give her a kiss!

Oh, my boy!

Come here, my love! My dear boy, please!

You know what I say?

If I could’ve, I would’ve divorced too.

But those were different times.

Paco made your life that bad?

May he rest in peace!

What are you going to do with the kid?

With Paulina living out in the boonies.

For now, he’s in Madrid, with me.

Watch your pension, if he asks for stuff like he eats...

Hey,

you’ll need a couple of games of tute a day to pay for it.

I don’t think it’s a good idea.

A child needs their mother nearby.

You know better than anyone.

I didn’t do badly with you, did I?

Come on, open the door.

Give it to me.

So, Pepa, don’t we ask after Sheyla anymore?

Oh, Sheyla, true, she must be a woman now.

Will you bring her one day and I’ll spoil them both?

- Hold on, Pepa. - I’m holding on.

There.

BRIDAL BOUTIQUE MADRID

I think I like it more in cream.

Don’t be silly.

Brides are always in white, always.

I’m going to get married in an Atleti shirt.

That’s lucky.

Try it on in case it needs any alterations.

It's perfect, Mom.

- Try it on. - Okay, to shut you up.

- Let’s go to the fitting room. - Okay.

Mom, we won’t make it, it's really late.

Yes, we’re close by. Let’s go.

Where the fuck is the wedding shop?

It has to be around here.

Damn it.

Hello!

Hey! You came after all.

How are you? Do you like it?

- I love it. - Very nice, congratulations.

The silly girl says she likes it better in cream

I'm going to try it on now. If you want to stay...

You've always had very good taste.

I don’t need to see it to know you’ll look lovely.

I’m getting a coffee across the street. Okay?

Will you bring her over afterwards?

These motherfuckers.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon, Isabel.

This is hard, eh?

What do you mean? You look like a princess.

Like a Disney princess?

Yes, a Disney princess.

Go for it.

Wake up, we’re not doing this for the fucking beaner, eh?

This is for Fran, bro.

Okay, this one then.

- We'll take this one. - Are you sure?

- Yes. - Right.

Go change, we'll go pay.

Go for it, shit, you’ll be fucking great.

We’re gonna raise hell, motherfuckers.

Oh, shit!

This is for our fucking brother, man.

Sheyla, help me with the dress.

Sheyla, come here!

Come on, let’s go.

Stay still or I’ll blow your head off!

- Don’t hurt me, please! - And the other two girls?

- Hold it right there! - Where’s the fucking girl?

Hold it there! Don’t move! Fucking hell!

Wait there.

Sheyla!

Sheyla! Sheyla!

You’re coming with me!

No, no, no!

Sheyla! Sheyla!

You’re coming with me! Come here!

Auntie! Auntie!

Motherfucker!

Sheyla!

Sheyla! Sheyla!

On the ground! Down!

- Let’s go! - Open the door.

- Mom! - Sheyla!

Shut the fuck up!

Sheyla! Help!

Please!

Sheyla!

I'm heading out.

Remember next time to bring me some chocolate, okay?

- And pork crackling from Soria. - That too.

What is it, Isa?

They've taken her.

Taken who?

They've taken the girl.

Where did they take her?

Do something, please.

José!

José. What the hell is going on?

- The keys. - José. Wait, where are you going?

José, wait!

José.

Where the hell is he going?

- Tell me, Alí. - Hi, cutie.

Who the fuck are you?

Where’s Alí?

Right now he’s enjoying 40 virgins.

I’d love to be a Moor.

Hey, Blondie. You and I should meet up.

How about a quiet chat?

I don't know who you are, I have nothing to say.

Yes, yes, yes, I think you do.

Ten thousand kilos of coconuts. Is that a good reason?

You can't go in.

My family’s inside.

I'm the girl's father, don't fuck with me.

- Yeah? - What's up, José Antonio?

Look, bitch, if anything happens to Sheyla,

you won't have a planet to hide on, you hear me?

Where's Sheyla?

The girl is fine, don't worry.

But I want Sebas back.

Him and Blondie’s coconuts.

I’m not in the fucking game. Where’s my daughter?

Later, later. Right now, talk to your friends.

And for the girl’s sake, convince them to give me what I ask.

I’m gonna kill you, you bitch.

I’m gonna to kill you.

You have one day.