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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.

You’re a bastard.

I’ll get her back.

You’re a bastard.

You didn’t tell me the girl was in danger.

You shouldn't have been here.

You're back in it?

I'm not back in it.

- José, don't lie to me. - I’m out.

This is Paulina and Blondie's business.

What do they want?

José, what do they want?

Excuse me. Will you come with me?

She’s coming, can’t you see?

Here.

I’ll get our girl back. I will.

I don't care what they want. Whatever it is, give it to them.

Give it to them.

Hey, talk to him, but don’t go into details.

- Hello. - Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

- I'm very sorry. - Relax.

I was right there in front, when I started hearing shots...

Then I realised they were taking my daughter away.

THE IMMORTAL

Vices outside, eh? Not around the girl.

Relax, you took so long to get here, she’s all grown up.

I'll do her a line, she may want to try a bit.

Are you stupid or what?

Touch her and I'll kill you, you bastard.

We're treating her like a princess.

Don't worry, Sheylita.

If your dad does what he has to, you'll see him soon.

My dad’s gonna kill you.

Then things would get real nasty.

The boys would get annoyed, they'd have to kill you, and...

you wouldn’t see him.

Those nails are pitiful.

If you want, I can paint them for you.

Let's see if this one works.

We’re going to hand over Sebas to her, okay?

We’re not giving them Sebas.

- Come on, shit. - We’re not giving them Sebas.

You think she’ll be content with just the shipment?

- No fucking way. - We’re not giving them Sebas.

Nano. Do you know who could’ve done this fucking job?

The Nazis, from Cea Bermúdez and María de Molina, who else?

They have chili chips in a bar in Canillejas, I've seen them.

Where is my daughter?

- I don't know. - Where’s my daughter?

Let's hit that bar and drag them the fuck out!

Let’s go!

Nano, will you sit down? Let's all calm down. José...

Let's think this through.

We'll get Sheyla back, but we'll do it right.

There's no time, Blondie!

Nano, Blondie's right. Listen to her, please.

We should’ve watched them! Did I tell you or not?

If you don’t like the way I do things, there’s the door.

Guys, we’re all very jumpy. Let’s not go over the top, please!

We’re wasting time, Blondie.

Even if we knew where she was, she’ll be guarded.

Do I tell you how to run your business?

Don’t tell me how to find my daughter.

Lolo, go with them.

Right, okay.

But someone has to deal with the shipment, right?

I will. Do I contact someone?

Go with them.

- Tell me where it is, I’ll go. - You stay with me.

The shipment’s got to leave for Holland now, please.

Trust me.

- I’m not beneath collaborating. - I’ll speak to Alí. Fuck.

Bear. They call him Bear.

He’s like a father here in the ‘hood.

And you tell fathers everything?

If anyone knows where your daughter is, it’s the gorilla.

Bear.

Bear.

A former alcoholic running a bar. It’s funny.

Come on.

- I’ll be right there. - I’ll wait outside.

Did you decide what you’re going to do?

Kill you.

I understand. But don’t do anything stupid.

Thing of your little girl.

I’m not giving you Sebas.

So your little friend means more than your daughter.

Do the right thing.

It was her, wasn’t it?

Have another sip. Your mouth is dry.

Come here.

Don't cry, don't be such a crybaby.

Where have they taken the girl?

No fucking idea.

Don’t fucking lie!

We’re wasting time, Nano.

Give me a minute, José.

The boss is getting mad.

Do you know what happens then?

I’m getting a bit nervous, you know?

Look, look, so nervous.

- Get him. - Listen to me, baldie.

Listen to me, you. Are you listening?

Give us a fucking name and this is all over.

What for? You’re gonna kill me anyway, motherfuckers.

Well, that’s true too.

Mauro’s into young girls like your daughter, you fag.

Fuck you to hell and back!

Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Where’s the fucking girl?

Fucking hell!

Son of a bitch!

We’ll find a skinhead who sings like a canary, okay?

Relax. We’ll find someone else, more skinheads, okay?

To check I don’t have a wire, you could’ve met me anywhere.

Relax, Blondie, relax.

This is really healthy.

It cleans your pores, releases toxins.

It leaves your skin like a baby’s butt.

Right.

Did you get the money?

I’m on it.

Why should I trust you?

I’m an honest cop, right?

Look, honey, I don’t give a shit about your drugs.

I leave that to you, the criminals.

I’m interested in a good retirement, that’s all.

Five million is enough for a few pensioner trips.

I hope to live for many years. No?

You'll have my protection when you kill Malinche and the Catalan.

I want something else.

The girl. Where is she?

I don't know. I don't fucking know.

That's Paulina's thing, the Mexican.

Your henpecked boyfriend had nothing to do with it.

They don't do anything, man.

Who left a dirty tampon on the toilet floor?

I'm not on my period, are you?

- No. - By elimination? Dirty Barbie.

- Why are you looking at me? - Because you're the dirtiest.

Look, cutie, I’m not letting you disrespect me ever again.

My God.

Broadcast this lady leaving a tampax in the toilet.

Any news of her?

Nada, no.

What's this?

- Where's the first aid kit? - In the bathroom.

- I'll take a look. - I'm fine.

I'll take a look. Don't be stubborn.

Fuck it, man.

Let's give her the boy, fuck it.

It’s not about that, Rober.

Yes, she’s his mother. She won’t hurt Sebas.

No fucking way.

It's not Sheyla's fucking fault, man.

We give them Sebas?

Fine. Great idea.

You’ll lose your son.

Shit.

We're keeping both of them, okay? Okay?

Come here, Rober.

Go on.

Get some air.

Why didn't you tell me we lost the shipment?

I wanted to talk to the commissioner before.

- Do you trust him? - Less than a Gypsy.

But if we want the shipment back, we have to negotiate with him.

He won’t be happy if we pay him in pesetas.

He can exchange them at the Bank of Spain.

Is it all there?

No, not all of it.

We're still a million short of five.

Euros or pesetas?

Euros.

No way. There was enough.

I remind you that your house cost you a fortune.

Remember that.

Correa, I can count. There was plenty left over.

I'll check the books for the shortfall,

because I don't get it at all.

Kid, what’s wrong?

What about you?

Nano keeps looking under every rock, but...

it’s looking bad with Sheyla.

And José? Where did you leave him?

At his fucking home. What’s this stack of cash?

Tell him what it's for.

What do I do with what's missing?

I'll call you later and tell you.

This smells good, doesn’t it?

Give it to me, come on.

We’re buying back the shipment. They hijacked it.

Highjacked...? Who?

- Blondie! - Caballero, finally.

You're amazing.

I don't know how you managed to get a phone in here.

You're very expensive, honey. I need you outside.

What's going on?

Do you have a million euros? They've kidnapped Sheyla.

- What? - It was Paulina.

- The bitch is back. - No fucking way.

Yes, I have a million euros.

It's in my Aunt Martina's pond.

But does she know it's there?

No, she has no fucking idea.

And she's half deaf, you can get in, no trouble.

Okay, I'll send Correa.

And do whatever, but get out of there.

See you later.

It's forbidden to talk to the outside world.

Say anything and you'll never walk the runway again.

Oh, yeah? How? Tell me.

They'll cut off your legs.

And a model in a wheelchair isn't in high demand.

Take it from me.

Go fuck in your own fucking house! What are you doing, Caballero?

I can't stand you anymore! I can't stand you!

Stop it!

You're killing each other!

Enough!

Get this guy out of here!

Look out the window.

Where's my daughter?

Don't worry, she's fine.

I just want to talk to you, woman to woman.

Black car. Come down quickly.

You’re a fucking bitch.

- Do you want one? - I want to talk to her.

You can't right now.

Let's see, Isa.

I don't know if José told you,

but Rober took Sebitas out of Miami without my permission.

They took him away from me.

He didn't tell you, did he?

I don't want to hurt Sheyla.

I like the girl.

I just need you to convince José Antonio to give me Sebitas.

José will never betray Rober.

Well, he'd better.

Or we’re fucked and my people will have to kill Sheylita and...

We don't want that.

Go on.

Thanks.

Have you heard from Nano?

We’ll give her the shipment.

Why?

Because the drugs are mine and I decide.

And we're not giving them Sebas.

Do you think that bitch will keep the shipment and not want her son?

She won't, but Carles will.

He didn't know they’d snatch him.

If I give him the shipment, I can ask for Sheyla.

He doesn’t care about your kids. That rat only wants his money.

I called him. He said yes to meeting us.

That means he's going to negotiate.

I'm meeting him at the gym in half an hour.

I don't like it. I don't like it, Blonde.

I don’t either, but that's how it is.

José.

Trust me.

Shall we toast? Okay.

You're good with kids.

Yes.

Shut up, with all this drama, my fiancé will run away.

If he backs out, he doesn't deserve you, Carmen.

Let’s go.

Let’s go.

I'll be back soon, okay? ‘Bye, Sebas.

‘Bye.

We need to talk.

- Now, Isa? - Yes, now.

Not now.

Come on.

Five minutes.

Damn it.

José, give the woman her son, please.

The deadline is this afternoon.

It's easy, we take the boy to her and she gives us Sheyla.

She's his fucking mother.

José.

I'm going to get Sheyla and kill that bitch.

God. Are you deaf?

- Listen, I'm going to get Sheyla. - Won’t you listen to me?

She told her people. If you hurt her, they’re to kill her.

Do you hear me, José?

Please.

Go home.

- Or stay with my sister and Sebas. - I'm not going home.

I'll take care of it.

Christ!

Black coffee.

Thanks, José.

It’s strange seeing you here again.

I have to be out in five minutes.

And call to say I'm okay.

You will be, if you accept.

You have nothing to make me change sides at this point, Blondie.

I wouldn't want to be on the side

of someone who kidnapped my daughter.

However this story ends, Paulina is in the Manzanares River.

Up to you.

If it's just to threaten me, we could’ve skipped the meeting.

The shipment for the girl and you won’t end up like her.

And you'll spare my life?

If you don’t give a fuck about Paulina’s boy,

think of your own ass, as usual.

The deal includes Paulina's head, before the exchange.

Let's say I consider your offer.

How do I know I won't end up in the river with the ducks too?

I need assurances that you’ll keep your word.

Assurances?

You want assurances?

We all die in the end.

Hey, you're right about that.

Are you so pussy-whipped that you can't tell a good offer?

I'll think it over and get back to you.

He'll take the offer.

He'd better.

Anyway, there's something I haven't told you.

A tiny detail about the shipment.

What are you doing?

Packing up.

Why? What happened?

Ask Peralta.

Are you going to tell me what happened?

It's over. No shipment, no case.

You say that so calmly, after all our hard work.

We'll have to wait until next time to get our hands on them.

Next time? What are you saying?

That's how it is.

Come on, you’re shitting me.

We just have to find Alí and ask him...

What do we do?

Sideline Peralta?

He's the boss.

He decides what gets done or not.

No?

Exactly.

Come on, Dad.

I'll see you in an hour at the junkyard. Don't mess with me.

- What's wrong? - It was Carles.

Paulina will be in the penthouse, Nano will take care of it all.

Fucking great. Good.

- We're going to get Sheyla back. - You bet.

I just have to pay Peralta and get the truck.

Good.

Are you really giving the shipment to Carles?

I'm coming with you.

- No need, José. - Yes, there is. Good, good.

Fucking great. Let's go.

Call Nano. Tell him, no more passes for him.

Cousin, Nano is in bad shape.

He's been pissing blood for two days.

Yeah, I'm pissing blood too, Lolo.

I had to take him to the hospital in Algeciras.

Why didn't you tell me?

Fuck.

Let him rest.

When he’s killed that bitch.

José?

Rober, we have Paulina.

And Sheyla too, so that's it, forget about it.

- Where do you have her? - Never mind, it’s all fine.

No, listen, José, I'm going to do it myself.

Where the hell is she? Tell me.

No fucking way, Rober.

Where the hell is she? Come on, man.

Rober, we're talking about Paulina.

I'm sick of you saving my ass all the fucking time, okay?

I'll do it myself.

José, buddy, come on. Where is she?

José.

Daddy!

- Look, no hands. - Great.

José.

Talk to Nano.

And don't look her in the eyes.

You hear me?

Come on, get to it.

And Correa?

Waiting for us with the money where Peralta is.

I'll go in your car, Blondie.

Let's go. In the car.

What's going on? It was José. What's happening?

Nothing, I’m going.

No, I need to know what's going on.

Your daughter’s fine, okay? Nothing’s wrong with Sheyla.

- She’s okay? - I swear.

Why the gestures on the phone? Do you think I’m a fool?

Don't take me for a fool.

Your son is here, my daughter isn't.

- Okay, keep your voice down. - What’s going on?

Listen to me, I'll tell you, but don't tell anyone, okay?

Right now, the security forces...

I'm leaving.

- I'll leave the boy with you, okay? - Sure.

I'll make croquettes for dinner.

Ham.

And star-shaped noodle soup, Sheyla loves it.

Sebas, I'm going.

Stay with Asun. Behave, okay?

- I love you. - I know.

You know?

I'm sorry about this shit.

This smells like shit, gross. Where did you get it?

Where did I get it? From a stable.

Hernando.

The keys to the truck.

Check that it’s all good.

This is full of pesetas.

You're kidding me, Blondie.

You profit in the exchange.

Eat them up or do what you want with them.

What?

Put all this inside, go on.

Fuck.

There.

It’s all okay.

Good, Blondie. A pleasure.

Relax, Pau.

José Antonio will call any moment now.

Yes, he still has a few hours left.

Look.

My partner, excuse me.

- Hello. - What’s up, Tete?

Yes, I think I have it around here.

What, are we still like this?

You need them now?

We’re here, eh?

You’re a pest.

Yes, I’ll be there in five minutes.

Right, see you soon.

I have the most obnoxious partner in the world.

I’ll take down some contracts and be right back. Two minutes.

If José Antonio calls you, call me straight away, yeah?

Sure.

Don’t be long, eh?

Is this shithead coming or what? Come on.

The penthouse. B stairs.

What’s wrong?

I’m going outside for a second.

Fucking hell.

Hello.

You’re shitting me.

You’re shitting me.

Well?

Are you sure?

How long ago did they leave?

A while ago. He’s meeting Nano to go find you.

Get out or they’ll kill you.

Relax, it’ll be fine.

I'm doing this for my daughter, please,

if anything happens to her...

Relax.

You did right, eh?

You’re shitting me.

Fuck me.

You’re kidding.

Turn around.

You need more than a fucking gun to give me orders.

Turn the fuck around.

If you’re going to kill your son’s mother,

you have to look her in the eye.

I should’ve let José blow your fucking head off...

when you betrayed us.

What’ll you tell Sebitas?

What’ll you tell Sebitas when he asks about his mom?

Don’t worry, he’ll be fine with me, okay?

- You hear me? - You’re totally right.

I’m a bad mother.

Go on, turn around.

Kill me.

Kill me, Rober.

Fuck!

Rober.

Rober.

Fuck no!

No, no! Come on!

Come on!

Don’t do this to me, man!

Fuck no, Rober!

Come on!

Rober! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Are we good?

You hide around there.

When they take the truck, follow them and get it back.

Understood?

Be real careful, eh?

Blondie, thinking about it, I don’t know why I’m here.

- I don’t fit in. - It’s beneath you now, Correa?

No, it’s not,

but I don’t know what I’ll do when I see that fucking rat.

I don’t know, I don’t know.

Lolo, give me a cigarette.

What do you want?

What happened?

The Catalan’s smoked the Mexican

and he wants us to take the girl to him.

What are you doing?

What Paulina told us to.

We kill the girl and split.

- No. - What?

No.

You faggot.

You’re not touching a hair on the girl’s head.

Don’t you see what’s happening? Asshole.

You trust the Catalan?

I don’t trust the Catalan.

Have you made friends with the girl now?

- You kill her. You kill her. - She’s a little girl.

You kill her. What’s your thing with Paulina? You kill her.

- You’re losing your mind. - You kill her.

Out of the fucking way.

- Mauro, Mauro. - What?

Where’s the girl?

On the way.

I kept my part of the bargain and I don’t have the drugs.

Lolo.

There it is.

You’re a jerk.

Be grateful that Blondie isn’t blowing you away for this.

- Correa! - Bastard!

You see what happens?

Do you see?

What did you do, you fucking retard? Was it you?

Sure, she couldn’t sleep like that.

Fuck you to hell and back.

I’ve got the keys here. She’ll be in the kitchen, or the bathroom.

If she doesn’t turn up, I’ll kill you.

Fuck off, she’s around.

Check the bathrooms.

Hey, kid!

Come on!

Don’t play hide and seek with us! We’re in no fucking mood!

Fuck you, man.

She’s around here! Fucking look for her!

Is she there?

Go around!

Let go of me!

Fucking hell!

Nice coconuts.

My daughter.

I’ll call and see where they are.

Damn it, Mauro.

Pick up, motherfucker.

Sheyla!

You’re in big trouble, girl!

Sheyla!