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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.

Sheyla, there’s been a change of plans.

All characters and events are fictionalized.

Do you hear me?

Sheyla!

You’re complicating things!

Sheyla, your father’s getting mad! I have to take you to him!

Sheyla!

I have to take you to your father.

Your father told me I have to take you.

You hear me?

Sheyla.

Come here, little girl!

Come here, girl!

Don't run. Come here.

Sheyla!

Come here!

Sheyla!

Sheyla!

Come here, girl!

Come on!

Pick up, motherfucker.

We’re a bit delayed.

What’s that, motherfucker?

Your daughter’s on the way.

Where’s my daughter? I’ll kill you, motherfucker

Come here. I’ll kill you, motherfucker!

Give me my daughter! I’ll fuck you up!

Where’s my daughter?

Hold it right there!

Take it easy, men, or we’re all in trouble!

Hold it!

Put down your guns! Put down your guns!

Come here! I'll kill you, motherfucker!

Don't get too smart.

I swear I'm not lying, Blondie.

Where's the girl?

They must be on their way.

Come here!

- Blondie! - Tell me, Nano.

- Blondie. - Can’t you hear me?

- I fucked up. - What are those sirens?

I fucked up.

- I fucked up bad. - You fucked up?

Nano, what the hell is going on?

I fucked up real bad. Blondie...

Blondie, what’s wrong?

What’s wrong, Blondie?

What the fuck is wrong, Blondie?

Tell me, Blondie! Fuck!

What’s wrong?

What’s wrong, Blondie?

My girl.

Tell them to drop their guns.

- What the fuck are you doing? - On the ground!

Tell them to drop their guns.

Drop your guns!

Fucking drop your guns!

What happened, cousin?

You played us, you bastard.

What do you mean?

I don’t know what happened, but I swear it wasn’t me.

I swear it wasn’t me!

Blondie!

This son of a bitch killed Rober.

I swear on all that’s holy, it wasn’t me. Blondie!

What the fuck am I doing here if I played you?

Think about it! Think!

What am I doing here if I played you?

Kill him, Blondie! Kill him!

Fucking shoot!

Blondie, he can lead us to Sheyla.

Think about it. Don't do it.

Blondie, please.

Please, Blondie.

Kill him!

Blondie.

Take this motherfucker away.

Get up!

To the car! Move it!

THE IMMORTAL

Sheyla!

Sheyla!

Sheyla!

Sheyla!

Sheyla!

You’re complicating things for all of us! Open up!

Open up!

Wasn’t easy for you, eh?

Come out.

Fucking come out!

Don’t hurt me, please.

- Don’t hurt me. - What the fuck? Don’t look.

- Turn around, fucking hell. - Don’t hurt me.

Please. Please.

- Don’t hurt me! - Shut your fucking mouth!

I’m sorry.

- Shut up and don’t cry. - I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

Put that down. Put it down!

How are you? Are you okay?

Let’s treat that wound.

Come on, let’s go.

What the fuck’s going on here?

Fucking Catalan, he didn’t give the go ahead.

Fucking lying rat, man.

Let’s go, let’s go.

At the end of the road, on the left.

Wait, José. Wait.

Wait until they check the zone. José!

I will be called the Magic Box

and it will be in one of Madrid’s major green spaces.

When construction is done...

7 MISSED CALLS

She isn’t anywhere.

Go away.

- What is it, José? - José, you’re making a mistake!

José.

José, stop!

Okay, stop, you’ll kill him.

You’re making a mistake, José.

José! José!

Fucking hell. The cripple’s a fucking animal.

José, let me talk to him!

José, let me talk to him!

José!

Let’s go.

Fucking lying rat.

Stop.

- Stop? What the fuck? - Stop, you dick!

- Hello. - Mom!

Sheyla! Are you okay?

Yes, I'm with Paulina.

Did they hurt you?

No, really, I'm fine.

- Let me talk to her. - Where are you, honey?

Mom, you have to help me!

- I love you! - I love you too...

- You heard him. She is just fine. - Please.

Let me talk to her a little more, please.

José Antonio couldn't hold back.

I told you he wouldn't stay put. I did what I could.

I know. And I appreciate it.

That's why you now have the chance to get her back.

Rober isn't an obstacle.

What's wrong with Rober?

He was the one who came for me.

And he didn't leave.

Isa, we both want the same thing.

Get me my son and you'll have Sheylita immediately.

The Nazis...

Their names are Mauro and Alcázar.

I already know that.

The girl, where is she?

They must’ve taken her to Paulina.

Blondie, let me go.

You'll never see me again.

I swear.

Correa.

Correa.

You know it wasn't me, Blondie.

I did my part.

Let me go, Blondie.

You can't do this to me, please.

You know? I’ve never killed anyone with my own hands.

Please, Blondie.

After what you’ve done to me, you should be the first.

Although now I see it's not worth it.

I'm not getting blood on my hands for you.

I'll do it.

Cousin.

Everyone out.

No one messes with my family.

There are things you don't know.

He'll confuse you.

Are you going to tell me where the girl is?

Alone, you and me.

Everyone out.

He’ll trick you, don’t listen to him.

Get out.

So, what do you have to tell me?

Go on, it's your time.

What did he tell you?

Nothing, bullshit.

I don't know how I could be with someone so pathetic.

When he comes out, check the shipment.

You want me to go to the warehouse?

Didn't I make myself clear?

You’ll go with Lolo.

What are you waiting for?

What’s wrong?

I can't take it anymore!

Move!

CABALLERO HAS BEEN EXPELLED FOR HITTING A CONTESTANT

Move!

So, you're killing each other?

Move!

Get out of here! Hey!

What are you doing eating that junk, Carlitos?

Go on, tell your mom to make you a ham sandwich.

Sebas!

You know what?

I have an incredible surprise for you, but no one can find out.

Do you want to see your mom?

Mom?

But you have to promise me that we'll be

very, very, very quiet.

Why?

Because she only wants to see you.

She thinks everyone else is dead boring.

If you tell me later you don't want dinner, you'll see.

Have you spoken to Pelayo?

Yes, we spoke a while ago.

I don't know if there's sliced bread.

Well, a roll then.

Would you like one too, Carmen?

No way. I'm not hungry.

No, neither am I.

But he doesn't care one way or the other.

Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry.

Fine.

Go on, ask the boy what he wants.

I'm going.

Today you're going here like the older kids, okay?

- And Carlitos? - He’s coming later, sweetie.

- Hey, have you seen Sebas? - No.

Are you leaving?

I can’t stand being shut in here.

Take it easy, Isa. José will get Sheyla.

Sebas.

It’s the only way I have to get my daughter back, okay?

- What are you doing? - I have no choice.

- You’re giving him to her? - Carmen, where are you?

José won't allow it.

Don't make this harder for me. Okay, Carmen?

Don't make this harder for me. Do it for Sheyla.

Isa! What are you doing?

Isa!

Let me out! You're fucking up!

Isa!

I'm scared.

Take it easy.

I want to get out.

I’m taking you to your mom, but you have to stay calm.

Like that.

What are we doing here?

I want you to see something.

Some colleagues reported seeing Alí around here with the truck.

And Hernando knew about it, he got the report.

Neither he nor Peralta told us anything.

On the contrary.

They dismissed the report without even checking it out.

Does that seem normal to you?

Look.

Where are the shell casings?

These marks are definitely from bullets.

So are those holes.

The truck must’ve been parked there.

Exactly.

That blood has just been cleaned up.

Are you going to tell me what's going on with Peralta?

It’s better you don’t know. If it's what I think,

the commissioner’s capable of doing anything to cover it up.

Eva, I’m your fucking partner, of course I want to know.

Why did he change the operation?

I think Peralta and his people are working with Blondie.

What? My God.

But do you have enough proof to take it to Internal Affairs?

No, that's the problem.

I need to build a strong case so they don't get away with it.

Very well.

Let's find out who fired those shots.

The industrial estate is full of security cameras.

- Let's see what we can find. - Okay.

Change cameras.

Fucking sons of bitches.

Fast forward.

Stop, stop.

You’re shitting me, man.

Enlarge the license plate.

Here it is.

There he is.

Son of a bitch!

What are you doing?

- Looking up the license plate. - No, no, no.

Ask Carabanchel police station to do it.

Peralta shouldn't know we're looking for the truck.

Doña, it’s all ready.

Tell the Dutchman his coconuts will arrive on the agreed date.

He'll be as happy as I am to hear it.

But remember, you still have work to do.

I'll deal with Paulina when the shipment’s on its way.

I hope so.

I wouldn't want her and her Colombian friends

to get Madrid dancing to the rhythm of cumbia.

Leave it there, I’m coming!

Don't worry, Doña, here in Madrid we only dance the chotis.

I'm hoping for good news, Blondie.

Come in.

- Is he still there? - Yes.

I don’t know what’s up with him, but I’m worried.

Some party you got going here.

It wasn’t your fault. Don’t torture yourself.

So easy.

Easy?

I’ve come for Correa.

He’s playing us, with Carles.

I think he’s been putting his hand in the till.

If Correa’s raking it in, why steal from you?

I sent Lolo with him, to keep an eye on him.

And you want me to take care of it?

Only if you feel up to it.

And don't lie to me.

I know where you were in Algeciras.

How are you?

Kind of fucked up, actually.

Fuck, Nano. You have to go to a hospital.

No.

No, I’m not croaking in a hospital, no way.

Can you listen to me for once?

If you die, I'll kill you.

Do you hear me?

I'll kill you.

Okay.

First, Correa.

Your cousin is capable of shooting himself in the leg.

What's wrong, Carmen?

Isabel’s taken the boy, she’s giving him to Paulina.

Breathe, Carmen. What’s wrong?

José, she’s taken Sebas.

What?

What have you done? Fuck me, what have you done?

I couldn't do anything, she locked me in and took him.

Fuck!

Pick up, Isa, fuck it.

Fuck me, pick up, Isa.

Fucking pick up!

Christ!

Christ!

Where are we going?

We're almost there.

Sebas, play with those kids while I call your mother, okay?

Let’s go.

- You've caused a fuss, Caballero. - Blondie!

I had to get out of there somehow, right?

Thanks.

Don't be silly.

I wasn't staying locked up in there with all the mess out here.

Besides, now all they want on TV are chavs with plastic surgery.

Could you go?

If I didn’t miss you so much, I'd smack you around.

Any news of Sheyla?

Nothing yet.

Fuck, fuck.

I can’t imagine how José must be feeling.

If anything happens to the girl,

I wouldn’t want to be in the Mexican’s shoes.

It’ll all be fine. We’ll find her.

And how are you?

What’s wrong?

There’s something I haven’t told you.

What did you want me to do?

What did I want you to do? He’s Rober’s son, fuck!

- I couldn’t! She took him! - Bullshit!

She took him? Can’t you ask for help?

You’ve got people, fuck it!

Ask for help, Carmen!

It’s your fucking fault!

- What the fuck...? - José, stop!

- José! José, stop! - Shut your fucking mouth, moron!

- José, stop! - José!

Where’s my boy?

You’ll get him when I see Sheyla.

Don’t you trust me?

José says so, look at us.

It all went to shit. Yes.

And this isn’t over until José disappears.

You sort that out with him.

Either help me finish him off

or I’ll tell him his little friend died because of you.

I warned you he was coming for you. I didn't tell you to kill him.

Too bad only you and I know that little detail.

José would never forgive you for that phone call.

And needless to say, you'll never see your daughter again.

Think about it, Isa.

Neither you nor I will have peace until that fucking bastard is dead.

Are you okay?

Did they hurt you? Are you okay?

It's over, it's over, it's over.

It's over, my love.

Are you okay? Yes?

- I missed you so much. - Me too.

Yes?

We’ll soon be going home.

- To Miami? - Yes, to Miami.

I like Madrid better.

Really? I promise we’ll come back.

And Daddy?

Daddy...

He’s coming later, later.

I love you so much.

I love you with all my soul.

I’ll be right back.

Tell everyone that I'm the boss now.

Don't worry, they know it and are awaiting orders like soldiers.

Choose the craziest ones.

We're getting the drugs back. And shooting José Antonio.

Go on.

- Sheyla. - Dad.

Sheyla.

Fuck me!

Are you okay?

Are you okay? Did they hurt you?

- Are you sure? Are you okay? - Yes.

Sheyla, my pretty girl.

Let me see you.

Come here. Come here.

My girl. Are you okay?

Yes?

They almost killed our daughter because of you.

It's been a long day, I'm not going to argue with you.

- Fine, the girl stays at home. - The girl is coming home with me.

I'm not asking, she'll be safer here.

You're not going to stop, are you?

Not even for the safety of your daughter.

Even if we all fall with you, you're not going to stop.

I'm sorry about Rober.

I feel sorry for Pepa.

Have you told her yet?

I’ll go talk to her later.

When is he going?

He’ll be at the residence in a while.

Thanks, Isa.

Did he suffer much?

I couldn’t have died of a heart attack first...

I told him, study, don’t get into trouble.

But no.

I’ll take care of the boy, Pepa.

As if he were my own.

You can’t take care of anyone, José.

The cripple! The cripple!

Out of the fucking way!

- Out of the fucking way! - Hurry, hurry!

Hurry!

Out of the fucking way!

There he is! Hey, cripple motherfucker!

- Go, hurry! - Go, go! Motherfucker!

Motherfucker!

Cripple!

Fuck you, motherfucker! You’re not getting away from me!

Shit! Hey!

It’s over, you bastard.