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A MOVISTAR+ ORIGINAL SERIES

GIANTS

Dizzy?

You get dizzy on boat?

I don't know.

It's my first time on one.

Very humid on deck at night.

Better get some sleep.

I'll be right in.

Coffee ready at five.

And things to eat.

No firearms allowed.

Maritime law, can't have that here.

Not on my boat. The law.

XI ETERNAL SEA

Goddamn you.

- What are you doing here? - It's okay.

I'm alone, it's okay.

I don't want any trouble.

What the fuck are you doing here?

You should be dead.

I have a proposal for you, something really awesome.

I had the balls to come here.

Because I know you're interested.

Kill him.

But outside.

He's not lying.

They all lie, baby.

What, are you scared?

Dog.

You scared, faggot?

Stop!

Let him talk! Let's listen to him first.

You're late, Joao.

But with my pockets full of gifts.

The boat is in the south dock.

Don't wait.

On the Gabriel.

My brother must be on his way.

Okay.

How many men?

Two.

They know everything.

My daughter.

Do you know anything?

There's more.

Daughters of the Devil.

Mine was with a fat black dude.

I had to talk to him.

Where is she living?

A foster shelter.

He lives there with her.

And Sol?

Nothing.

I have something else, something good.

What?

Your brother, the younger one.

He's alive.

Is it a good show or not?

- Darling. - Take care, sweetheart.

Hello, I'd like to speak to Carmen Guerrero.

This is her mother.

Excuse me?

I want to talk to Carmen.

- Carmen Guerrero. - That one isn't here.

- When will she be? - I don't know.

She spends weekends with her aunt.

Her uncle Clemente.

No, it's her aunt. Very elegant, very pretty.

There are 12 different types of wood, chosen one by one.

For its firmness.

It's grain, a lot of things.

There's ebony...

Here we have rosewood.

Cocobolo.

Bocote.

And...

Palo rojo.

The width of the grain affects the sound.

For example, the low notes.

It's all completely made by hand.

We have to do it now.

- I'll go. - No, not yet.

It's now, I know him. He's going to slip away.

After four days here, we can't take just one.

We wait.

Licio Marcos Ferreira de Oliveira.

You don't like it?

A random name, who cares.

We leave in taxi at 7 from the south dock.

It's 20 minutes.

The boat is there.

Name of the boat?

It leaves at 9 sharp, it won't wait for anyone.

A small fishing boat.

Three or four days to cross.

We'll have people waiting in the Azores.

That's where you withdraw your money.

Sure.

I'm hungry, damn it.

Is there any money left?

Enough to pay for this.

How much did you give him?

Forty.

40,000 bucks for a ride on a fishing boat?

You're too much.

The boat, fuel, passports, hotel...

Hotel?

And to keep his mouth shut.

Price for a friend.

How did it go again?

A midget and a giant, the giant says to the midget:

"Are you my friend?"

The midget looks up and says:

"You don't need friends, look how big you are."

What's your fucking point?

Before we didn't need anyone.

And now we're begging like nuns.

Thank you.

You and me

could have been pals, brother.

We were.

You just don't remember.

The memory is the only reason I don't slit your throat.

Because I remember perfectly.

I'm glad.

I like this fucking city.

A lot.

Good place to hide, to disappear...

Even a good place to die.

Reminds me of back home when we were kids.

Only it smells more humid here.

And old.

I don't think either of us will ever be old.

Order me another.

Thank you.

What the fuck is this?

It's good.

Eat.

There won't be much of this on the boat.

It's all bones.

Remember how Mom used to stew?

She'd save the lean part for us.

She'd give Father all the nerves and fat.

He never noticed.

You see?

You always think you know everything.

Understand everything.

But that's not how it was.

The old man knew but never said anything.

That was how he loved us.

He spoiled us, but only when he wanted to.

He was a complicated piece of shit.

Coffee?

Your friend, the Portuguese guy.

How long have you worked with him?

Four or five years.

Why?

And you trust him?

I don't trust anyone.

You can't always go it alone, Tom�s.

Father was wrong about that.

If you never trust anyone...

you're screwed.

That's just fucking life, you have to trust people.

What about you?

Who do you trust, Daniel?

What's the name of the fucking boat?

Eternal Sea.

Clemente is alive.

Joao told me.

I wanted you to know.

I enjoyed the trip, brother.

But the trip is almost over.

Shit!

Goddamn it.

Freeze, Daniel!

Get down.

Get down, damn it.

Bull One, Bull One, respond.

Target located?

It's called Eternal Sea.

It leaves tonight from the south dock.

Bull One, Bull One, respond.

Bull Two, Bull Three, Bull Four.

Confirm radio access.

Wait.

Tom�s Guerrero, you're under arrest.

Now you have one.

Yes.

And Daniel won't be long.

I'm going back to my cave.

You don't need me here anymore.

Are you okay?

Everything will be different now.

I'm sure at some point you'll be reinstated to a good unit like you deserve.

You're a bad liar.

Why don't you stay until they catch that pig.

I'm taking Tom�s back to Madrid but I need someone here I can rely on.

This is out of my league, you've already seen that.

So long, Detective.

Eternal Sea.

Those things make me dizzy.

I don't know if I can get on that ship.

They all thought I was in love with you.

I wasn't.

I'm not.

Tom�s is still alive, isn't he?

Today I found out Clemente didn't die either.

I'm happy for the kid.

I'd like to see him again.

Where is the boat going?

To some islands.

With lots of banks and no police.

That's where.

An account number and a password.

There's a lot of money. A lot.

I don't even know how much.

Enough to start something.

Or finish something. Here.

Take it and get on that ship.

Why did you come here, B�rbara?

I wasn't so in love with you either.

The only thing good for you here...

is that boat.

And now this money.

And you?

I'm leaving.

The hunter has his day...

and so does his prey.

They say.

What is that?

Everyone step outside, please.

- We're working. - Please.

Well?

You've been taken off the case.

My superiors are grateful for the job done

but the Guerrero case is out of your hands.

I still haven't taken a statement from Tom�s.

We'll handle it.

And Tom�s Guerrero has not been arrested.

He doesn't exist outside this room.

State Secret.

I've been waiting two years to arrest him.

Dodging corrupt people like you.

Like all of you.

And now that I have him

you come and say you're taking him away?

Did you actually think for a moment you were coming in here with some paper

signed by a cockroach in a tie and I'd give you the keys to his handcuffs?

We cockroaches you speak of, tie or without,

are only following orders.

If you read the paper

you'd see it's signed by the Minister.

Your Minister.

Detective,

this isn't a police matter anymore.

It's national security.

And your silence is part of the new stage.

No.

Look,

the Minister has considered the possibility of arresting you.

What for?

For aiding the escape of fugitive and criminal Tom�s Guerrero.

And his brother Daniel.

As you see, there are two options: Tom�s Guerrero alone

or Tom�s Guerrero and Detective M�rquez.

Don't cross my path again.

Good morning.

I don't think my father would like that.

Your father was an important trafficker.

And also an excellent art dealer.

But things got out of hand.

For everyone.

Too much ambition.

And look at the devastation he left behind.

And the dead, so many dead.

That's not how we work.

I'm sick of everyone talking to me about my father like they know him better than me.

Your father doesn't matter here, Carmen.

And it's like your mother doesn't exist.

We're all you have.

And you're all that matters to us.

And my money, of course.

Because you know it will all be mine.

You must think it's a lot, but trust me,

stupidity can turn a lot into nothing.

And what will I get out of giving you my money?

Stability, safety, a future.

And a solid business.

Quantities only we control in the right atmosphere.

Without mixing with riffraff or growing more than necessary.

An initial investment and, after a month or two,

20,000 euros in fixed weekly deposits until you recover part

of your first investment.

After that,

50/50 for the rest of your life.

That, Carmen, is a lot of money.

I already have money. Or I will.

And safety, I can handle myself.

Do you know this man?

Walter Garrido, Colombian.

He was a business partner of your father's for almost 7 years.

His good friend.

The same man who's put a price on your heads, his and yours.

They want your head.

For revenge, that's how they do it, they kill the whole family.

And they won't stop.

And now?

What will happen to me?

We'll take care of you.

We'll be your legal guardians.

We'll protect you until you reach adulthood.

But most of all, we'll treat you like a queen.

You think I'll give you my money for some pretty words?

Or out of fear?

Don't bullshit me.

I have conditions.

My money, my fucking conditions.

Okay.

Start with him.

Mr. Guerrero, this conversation is extra-official.

And therefore will not be recorded.

Did you understand what I said?

And who are you?

All that matters is my proposal.

I'm sure you'll be interested.

Are you letting me out?

That's impossible.

But we can make your life a lot more livable

during your years in prison.

And maybe, if everything goes as planned,

we can add a few procedural perks.

A few years less in the hole.

Sure.

Mr. Guerrero, I have to inform you that the international crime ring

you were a part of has been practically dismantled.

There are a few loose ends that will go down soon

thanks, among other things, to your wife's collaboration.

She knew how to play her cards right.

But there's a key figure we think only you can give us.

Walter Garrido.

Your Colombian partner.

He's like you.

Or your brother Daniel.

Slippery,

cruel,

harmful to society.

You still haven't caught my brother,

have you?

That's irrelevant.

We think you can help us get to Walter.

Or, better said, we think that

he is particularly interested in getting to you.

A wounded fawn tied to a tree to catch the wolf.

Your wife,

Sol,

isn't well.

She's going through

a depressive phase.

She's going to need help.

A lot of help.

She hasn't got much time.

They say you're an intelligent man.

This is the time to prove it.

If you collaborate, your wife and daughter will be safe.

If not, none of us can guarantee their well-being.

Let's not waste time.

You don't matter anymore. They do.

- I want to see my wife. - No.

- I want to see my daughter. - No.

- I want it all in writing. - Definitely not.

And I want decent clothing.

Shirts, shoes, underwear.

And a couple of suits.

And art magazines.

Foreign.

- What's wrong? - Don't go in there.

Fuck off.

Let through.

The black dude.

- He's got balls. - Let through?

You can't even talk right. And you're late.

Very late.

Let through.

I don't want trouble.

He's got balls, all right.

Okay, then. Let the black man through.

Cell phone.

The Guerreros have been here

for more than 60 years.

We Guerreros have been lost for some time now.

Dead, crazy, dragged down.

Well, that's over now.

The fucking same respect you'll show me.

I'm the fucking king now.

The neighborhood is mine.

The shops, the homes, the money.

I want the bickering between us to stop.

Handle things peacefully.

With your heads.

I know I have debts to pay.

I will pay them.

You'll have cheap shops, good homes.

And supplies will be made available to you.

I want the neighborhood to be ours again.

We're going to raise a castle here, a fortress.

Together.

The Chitos are going back to their homes.

They're going to work with me.

What does that mean?

Very easy.

That if any of you tries to play with our ball again,

we'll crush you!

And if anyone opens our routes without permission,

we'll crush you!

I've lost what I loved most.

This is all I have left.

And I swear to God, this fight I will not lose.

Did everyone hear my friend?

We've already given our word.

Does anyone have anything to say?

No?

Then long live the king.

Tell Oswald to come.

He's obsessed with diapers. He said to go.

He likes shopping.

Just be grateful.

All good, bro?

Good?

Nobody was guarding the courtyard. What happened?

They're running an errand, they'll be right back.

Thanks for the diapers.

They're scented.

I don't know what you feed that kid, but his crap smells all the way here.

Who's watching the girl now?

We're short on people, boss.

I'll put someone on it, but it won't be the same.

My patience has run out. I'm through waiting.

Kill them all right now.

The wife, the daughter, the bitch cop.

All out of circulation in less than one week.

For that we need the boys.

You'll be all alone.

All alone?

Look at this shithole. I'm more alone than a fucking dog!

Mom.

Yeah, yeah, fine. She's very calm.

She hasn't rested, but everything else is fine.

I can't complain.

How are you? Is everything okay?

Good, I'm glad.

Yes?

Bring me a little more.

Coming up!

Keep going!

What's up, Taxi Driver? Where are you going?

Is this where the Guerreros live?

Everyone knows that.

- Are you lost or what? - I want to see Clemente Guerrero.

Come here, let's see.

What's this about, little birdie?

The family.

Who the fuck is this?

He says he wants to talk about the family.

Whose family?

What family?

Carmen, Tom�s' daughter, your niece.

How do you know me?

I'm from here, everybody knows you.

What do you have to say?

She's in danger.

The wrong crowd.

What have you got to do with Carmencita?

I just want her to be okay.

Then you help her.

I can't.

Not by myself.

But you're her family.

Her blood.

Exactly.

She's my blood and the blood ends here.

Fuck off.

Knowing she's not alone would be enough.

She is alone.

I have no family and I don't want any.

I won't do anything for Tom�s' daughter.

It's not her fault.

Not hers.

It's the fucking blood flowing through her veins.

Wait!

Before you go,

I'm going to explain to you the word "family"

and the word "blood."

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