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[♪♪♪]

[CHIRPING]

[GATE CLANGS SHUT]

[MAN YELLING INDISTINCTLY IN DISTANCE]

[CELL DOOR RATTLES]

A GOLD STAR

[URINE FLOWING]

Triana.

Hi. How are you?

Hey! Come here!

[TRIANA LAUGHING]

- Mmm. - You look so handsome!

Let me see you.

[EXCLAIMS]

- Let's go. - Let me see you! Let me see you.

Look at her! The most beautiful girl in Seville!

[LAUGHING]

Here.

Let's go.

[♪♪♪]

[CHILDREN CHATTERING AND MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[KISSING]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

- What are you laughing about? - You look like a potato sack.

[LAUGHS]

Really? I'll go in a tracksuit if you both keep mocking me.

And you know what? We'll celebrate it here at home.

It's decided. I'm going to wear slippers at your first Communion.

What do you think, Triana?

Didn't you tell the girl we don't have money for a big party?

Estrella, we don't have money, so we'll host it here and that's it.

- And the cousins? JUAN: Your cousins?

We'll lock them in the bathroom. Mass will be in your bedroom.

The priest will give the host in the hall. The guests will be in the living room.

We'll buy some potato omelets in the supermarket and done.

I mean, that dress looks ugly on you.

So I'll lock you up at home so nobody can see you.

Okay? You're so ugly!

That's what I was thinking. Where are we gonna go with this ugly girl?

- She's so ugly! - You're very ugly too.

That's disgusting!

Is it disgusting?

[ORGAN PLAYING HYMN]

PRIEST: Christ's body.

- Christ's body. - Amen.

[GIGGLES]

[WHISPERS] Look at her.

[WHISPERS] Ugly!

- Christ's body. ESTRELLA: Amen.

- Christ's body. GIRL: Amen.

Couldn't you find a bigger suit, cousin?

You're so thin, it looks like ETA kidnapped you.

Triana, feed him some bread and butter.

Motherfuckers, shut up. The girl's right there.

Shut up or I'll sock you!

[GUITAR PLAYING UPBEAT TUNE AND PEOPLE CLAPPING IN RHYTHM]

[MAN EXCLAIMS]

MAN: Beautiful!

[GIGGLING]

Olé, Antonio.

- You have to control... - What was that?

[GIGGLING]

♪ Up there ♪

[SINGER VOCALIZING]

♪ There's a gold star ♪

You have to tell her.

Come on, go.

♪ It's my daughter's eyes ♪

MAN: Dance, Estrella!

♪ When I look at her eyes ♪

JUAN: Olé, blondie!

♪ My girl, shake off Your sorrow and dance ♪

♪ Shake off your sorrow and dance ♪♪

WOMAN 1: Girl! ESTRELLA: Ha-ha-ha!

WOMAN 2: Look how happy she is!

They got me a job unloading trucks for Carrefour.

- With a contract? - With a contract.

Fuck! I'll go to jail to see if they can get me a job too.

You'll end up locked up there without a court hearing for being an idiot. Ha, ha.

Sit down.

At my home, they were watching that copla show.

Instead of the Betis game.

- Are you having fun, love? MAN: Really?

It just started and Betis is already losing.

TRIANA: Look, Juan.

Your uncle and your brother.

Did you invite them?

Me? Not even if I was drunk.

Come here.

I'll be back in a minute.

- Do you want some omelet? Here. - Yes.

It won't bite you, boy.

Take it. It's from the uncles and Grandma.

Pitbull.

[SIGHS]

Where is that from?

From Paniagua. He didn't know what to do with it and brought it home.

[INHALES SHARPLY THEN EXHALES DEEPLY]

How many times are you going to go in and out?

JUAN: In and out of where?

Of my cousin's pussy, Juanito. Where do you think?

How does your permit work?

How?

Well, I sign a paper.

I go out, spend time with my kid and wife, then I go back there to sleep.

They undress me, look into all my holes. And if I'm clean and I behave,

- I can go out again the next day. - Don't talk to me like I'm dumb.

- I'm explaining it to you, Andrés. - Don't use that tone.

Paniagua has a friend in Sevilla 1, a prison guard we can trust.

You may know him. El Sigüenza.

ANDRÉS: It doesn't sound familiar? - No.

He's in charge of searching the inmates.

Maybe you'll become intimate friends after going in and out of jail so much.

Every time you go in, you could introduce 10 like these. Easy peasy.

Swallow, shit and get paid.

Why don't you introduce it yourself, Chico?

What did I say to you two?

Huh? What did I say?

Do you need me to repeat it? Or should I write it so it's clear?

Do you want me to write it on the wall in big letters?

- No! Fuck, no! - Damn you!

- Chico. Chico, listen to me. CHICO: What?

Save that violence for whoever hit your face.

- Yes? - Yes, hothead.

- Enough! - Respect me!

Nephew, nephew. Enough. Enough.

You're angry. Okay.

We're at your kid's first Communion.

CHICO: We're the Santos! - Santos? Fuck you!

Sit down, please. Sit down!

Don't get so excited, okay?

Listen to me.

How are you going to fend for yourself? Huh? Tell me.

What are you gonna do? Look at me.

[SIGHS]

Picking up litter?

As a stock clerk?

CHICO: What a shame. - Eh?

Are you going to work as a laborer? Loading and unloading, breaking your back?

To earn how much? Do you want to provide for your family with that?

Your wife. Your daughter.

And pay the electricity.

And pay the water bill, the gas bill.

And pay the community fees and fucking everything!

You don't listen, do you?

So Mom is right. You don't want to know anything about your family.

No, that's not true, Chico. It isn't.

My house doors are open for you and you know it. But not for this.

For better or for worse,

you're a Santos. And because of that, you had food at this party.

I'd die before allowing our last name to feed me.

This is about the mess my brother made for robbing the Fortunas.

Look at you both.

Since they threw you out of The 3000, you can't sell shit.

So stop bullshitting me.

And the fucker takes the envelope with him.

[SCOFFS]

WOMAN 1: I know, dear.

- You didn't eat any cake? MAN: No.

WOMAN 1: It tastes very good. Try it.

WOMAN 2: My feet ache. I can't stand it.

WOMAN 1: After so much dancing, you complain now.

WOMAN 2: That's why they hurt!

It'll be there forever?

- No, not forever. - Okay.

It will go away, but mine lasted a long time.

And Naty, from 5A, hasn't washed her hands in three months.

- What do I do when I take a shower? - Put a plastic bag on your hand.

Okay. I'll put a plastic bag on my hand forever.

Do you know that if your mother sees your arm,

she'll put you in the washing machine?

Dad, are you good or are you bad?

TRIANA: What is that?

Your daughter.

Didn't she tell you her plan to release Manuela's sparrows?

- The woman with the dog face? - Mm-hm. She's driving me crazy.

She says she's training one to go to jail to send you a message like WhatsApp.

If they see the bird in jail, they'll eat it with chips.

[TRIANA SIGHS]

It's not enough, Triana.

The part-time salary is shit.

Then say yes to your family. Turn around and accept their offer.

- Triana. - You want to! Turn around, then.

If every time we celebrate a Communion, they give us an envelope with money...

Then let's have many kids and many Communions.

What do you think of my plan?

I think it's great. That means we have to do it nonstop.

In an assembly line like a Chinese factory: fuck, kid, Communion.

- Ha-ha-ha. - Right? Fucking like rabbits.

Like rabbits?

Always joking around.

Joking around? The jail will close the doors in half an hour.

- No. - What?

You won't sleep tonight in a cell, Juan. Tonight you'll sleep at home with me.

Triana!

How are we going to have more kids? You're always away!

Do you want me to stop the car, Triana?

- Hey, that hand! - What hand? The kid won't hear us.

- She won't? The kid hears everything. - A lie! Triana.

- Stop! - Dad?

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[CRASHES]

[BOTH GRUNTING AND SCREAMING]

[BOTH GASPING]

[TIRES SCREECHING THEN CAR PULLING AWAY]

[♪♪♪]

[METAL CREAKING]

[JUAN & TRIANA GRUNTING]

[SOBBING]

TRIANA: Estrella!

Estrella!

Juan!

Estrella!

Help, please!

Ay, my daughter! Juan!

[POLICE SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]

[POLICE RADIO BEEPS THEN INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

WELCOME TO FABULOUS 3000 WONDERS, SEVILLE

WOMAN 1: Hey!

WOMAN 2: Have you come for me, assholes? Rats!

MAN 1: Now you show up? Scumbags! MAN 2: Bastards!

What do we have?

Romanians.

This stinks.

Someone tried to rob them, resulting in a shooting.

You won't get anything out of the Romanians. The four were shot dead.

[NANDO SNIFFLING THEN SIGHS]

- What's up with you? - Nothing.

- Go take a walk. - No, I'm fine.

I said, take a walk.

[SNIFFLES]

What's he doing here?

BARROSO: He's on my team.

MANUEL: Since when?

BARROSO: He didn't tell you anything? He's your son.

Ask him yourself, then.

Weren't you on leave?

- Your Honor. - How are you, Manuel?

MANUEL: Paco. - Hey.

[♪♪♪]

Whoever did this broke down the door and didn't think twice.

Nine and 12 mm calibers.

Handgun and sawed-off shotgun.

Two shooters who killed four Romanians.

But they fought back with 16-gauge cartridges.

- What'd they take? - We don't agree on that.

- The coke is still on the table. - How many Romanians traffic here?

None without permission from the Fortunas and Taboas.

TECHNICIAN: What a mess.

ELI: Manuel.

[MANUEL SIGHS]

There are two apartments blocks in the alleyway.

MANUEL: Let's see if I've got it.

When I arrived, more than 20 people stood at their windows,

but nobody has seen anything or heard anything. Nobody knows anything.

I don't know why the fuck I even ask.

You should've come earlier.

You always do the same thing!

- You always come too late. - Excuse me.

When there's no need for you!

I already said it. Mm?

I fell asleep watching TV, and I was awakened by gunfire.

Why would I go out? So they can shoot me?

I see.

Take down everyone's contact info, especially her.

You're so afraid, you never patrol here!

A car crash two streets away.

One of the cars fled the scene.

A girl died.

WOMAN: I don't have my ID on me. I'm in my pajamas.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

The other car rammed into it. A hit-and-run.

The girl was sleeping, and the impact killed her.

MANUEL: Any witnesses?

OFFICER: In this neighborhood? Nobody sees anything here.

MANUEL: Barroso.

BARROSO: Yeah? We took the parents to the hospital.

[♪♪♪]

That's all we know.

MANUEL: One of the Santos?

[INHALES DEEPLY]

ELI: I know it's hard now...

but anything you can remember, as tiny as it may be.

I only saw my baby girl's face.

- Are you in charge of my daughter's case? - Yes.

And is this how you're going to find the culprits?

Asking questions?

We think that the car that crashed into yours could be linked to a robbery

of some residents in the area, Romanians.

Did you see the car? The color?

Did you see my kid's face?

Did you see her?

ELI: Yes, I've seen her. - Eh?

Then move your ass and do something.

We've been here six hours and nobody's told us where she is.

We don't know anything about any Romanians!

Where is my daughter?

Where is my baby girl?

Do something, please.

[♪♪♪]

She's cold.

[SOFTLY] Here.

[DOGS BARKING]

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

WOMAN: That's all.

I was sleeping out on the street, minding my own things,

and suddenly I heard a loud noise, very loud.

How many people were in the car?

I don't know.

What do you have there?

WOMAN: Where? - My hand hurts from giving beatings.

What are you hiding?

Fuck. Mickey Mouse.

His name is Lucita.

Is this your pet? So cute.

Okay. Tell me.

What's the color of the car that killed the girl?

- I don't know. - What color is "I don't know"? Eh?

Don't squeeze so hard. You'll kill him.

[CRACKING]

Gray! Gray! Gray.

- Gray? WOMAN: Yes.

It was a very dirty car. There were two inside.

They were driving very fast, and I couldn't see their faces.

I swear. I do.

- Only two? - Yes. Yes.

Where'd they go?

Tell him to let go of him!

Tell him!

Tell him to let go of him and I'll tell you. Do it.

I'll tell you.

They went to Amate or to Los Pajaritos.

That's what I think. I don't know.

I don't know anything more. I swear it on my life, Santacana.

Here.

Food for the rat.

Don't mess with me.

Well, now you know where to start.

MANUEL: Maravilla said it was two guys in a gray car on their way to Los Pajaritos.

But who knows.

It's something.

Neither the neighbors nor the parents know anything.

What a job we have ahead.

To find those two guys before the father.

Why?

Hmm.

You don't know who that guy is, right?

Juan Santos, son of María Santos.

María and her boys.

Those were the kings of The 3000.

Bad seeds. Until the Fortunas started to fight over their land.

Then Juan stole drugs from them.

We had five days of shootings and stabbings for 8 kilos of cocaine paste.

Those motherfuckers can do anything: kill, traffic, steal.

But stealing from each other is a mortal sin.

[MARÍA CRYING]

Juan took the fall and he's doing a 12-year sentence.

The Fortunas joined forces with other families and threw them out of The 3000.

That's why they're living in a shantytown.

Eli, never trust a Santos.

They only know how to lie.

Regardless of how long they've been here,

since when do Romanians traffic in The 3000?

That's never happened here.

The Fortunas and Taboas need to explain why those people were moving drugs there.

Who robbed them and why?

They didn't even come to extend their condolences.

What explanation are they gonna give?

MARÍA: They'll give one.

If it's not through civil means, it will be through criminal means.

Set up a meeting wherever.

You will meet the Fortunas and the Taboas.

If they wash their hands clean, we will see what we do then.

Not even one of them came to show respect to my granddaughter.

Not even one.

[♪♪♪]

[GATE OPENS THEN CLOSES]

Can we talk?

What's up?

Go home.

The thing is, last night, when I heard the noise,

I went to the window and saw three men.

One had long hair and was scared shitless.

The other two were grabbing him.

- And how were the other two? - Normal, like we are.

One had a gun and the other a big shotgun.

Like in the movies. And their faces were covered. Take this.

My brother found them in the alleyway.

He said he saw them getting into a very big black car.

He saw the face of the guy with long hair.

He looked like Kempes, a junkie from the neighborhood.

Kempes! I saw him from the window.

I saw him.

Be careful, neighbor. There's a lot of people behind it.

Thank you.

[♪♪♪]

[CHILDREN CHATTERING]

[SOBBING]

[SOBBING SOFTLY]

TO THE LAND

[POLICE RADIO BEEPS THEN INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[♪♪♪]

See? These two won't be going to the fair.

Eli.

Five dead for 8000 euros?

They steal it from the Romanians and make a feast out of it.

What a cheap feast these fuckers got.

- Run the plate for the vehicle's owner. OFFICER: Yes, sir.

MAN: This has nothing to do with us, Juan.

If I allow you to be here, it's out of respect for your kid.

Let's be clear, Gordo.

There's been a robbery with four dead in The 3000.

In your neighborhood.

It's yours, not the Santos' like before, right?

Those fuckers ran away and killed my daughter on the way.

And I have to believe you don't know who's involved?

Who robbed the Romanians, Gordo?

Tell me.

I know you know.

Tell me.

We don't know anything about that robbery. So believe whatever you want.

Is that clear?

Since your brother, Chico, crossed us,

no Santos would dare step into The 3000.

And despite that, we let you and your wife live there.

No, you let my little girl get killed.

Listen.

If I have to do away with someone, be it Fortuna or Taboa,

I swear, I'll slit his throat.

Don't recite Gypsy laws to me.

Be careful of what you say, if you don't want me to break your teeth.

Look, Juan. Gordo and I know that the thief and killer in your family

- is Chico, not you. - You know that very well.

If you're so innocent, drop the threats.

- You're in over your head. GORDO: And believe me...

it pains me deeply, your daughter's death.

If we hear anything, you'll be the first to know.

You know where the door is.

[CHIRPING]

[♪♪♪]

- Are you sure you don't want any? - No, thank you.

Do I have to go sign something?

No. The insurance does that.

- The insurance in case of death? - Yes.

MARÍA: Sit down. I won't charge you admission.

They don't know anything and wash their hands of it.

CHICO: This morning, two dead bodies were found in a car.

In Torreblanca. A gray car.

Paniagua says it was the two men who stole from the Romanians.

Paqui Verdes said she saw three men leaving the flat. Three, not two.

She saw the face of one, Kempes. And she saw a black car, not a gray one.

Then where does the info about the gray car come from?

Maravilla, uncle.

She told the police.

And Maravilla hangs out with Kempes.

ANDRÉS: In some shithole. - And she won't leave there.

JUAN: Don't do anything until I say so.

Understood?

Do you have kids?

No.

You don't want kids?

- I can't. - Why is that?

[♪♪♪]

Juan had them hidden.

Take them with you and bury the killers with them. Let them rot.

The police will tell you those two junkies were the ones who crashed into your car.

Now...

if you believe that,

if your wife wants to believe it and you tell us that's the truth,

we won't speak of it again.

Even if my blood boils.

And if that Maravilla is hiding something,

here we are to get the truth out of her.

[HORN HONKS]

Hey, man, come here. Did you see Maravilla?

I'm not telling you shit. I can't trust your face.

JUAN: And Kempes?

- Hello, Juan. - How are you, Cristo?

I didn't recognize you.

I'm really sorry about what happened to your daughter.

Did you look into the Verdes?

We came from there.

Hey.

Ask Basilio, the guy from the kiosk.

Maravilla always buys him candy.

Can you believe it?

Like a little girl. Heh.

[ENGINE STARTS]

ELI: This one and that one.

MANUEL: The owners of the car. - Fortuna.

Hm. The plate is fake, but the car chassis gave us three names.

Two of them are Fortunas.

The case is closed.

My partner doesn't think so.

We need to run an operation to get into The 3000.

And I want to be part of it.

Do whatever you want.

Hi, Basilio. How's business?

Counting millions. Can't you see?

- You got out of jail, then? - I'm getting in and out, Basilio.

BASILIO: Like my boy. - Yes.

It's better that he stays there. If he gets out, he'll make a mess again.

Do you know where Maravilla is?

Don't talk to them. They're Santos.

Keep your mouth shut and sell cheesy puffs or you'll get into trouble.

BASILIO: Shut up, bitch.

I don't have L&M. I have Winston. Carton or a pack?

A pack.

Basilio.

She's around the hotel, next to the vacant lot.

I saw her stumble out of the Fortunas' flat.

- Thanks. ANDRÉS: What is this?

[IN ENGLISH] "Smoking seriously...

Seriously harm..."

[IN SPANISH] What is this? Some cheap-ass cigarettes from China?

It's North American. High quality, idiot. Beat it.

"High quality," he says.

Eli will go after Fatty and his sons, the cross-eyed one and Vicente.

The GEOs will kick the door down and make some friends.

Be careful, okay?

Okay.

[SIRENS WAILING]

[DOGS BARKING]

[♪♪♪]

Cops!

Cops!

Motherfuckers!

MAN: Let's go! They've brought the GEOs!

Let's get out of here!

[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

MAN: Pussies!

NATIONAL POLICE

OFFICER: Everyone inside! Inside! Inside!

Where is Maravilla?

- I haven't seen her. - You haven't?

Dog!

OFFICER 1: Inside! Inside! Inside!

MANUEL: Let's go! Let's go!

Inside!

OFFICER 2: It's clear!

[CRYING]

Suck my dick, motherfuckers!

MAN: Out of here! Out!

- Motherfuckers! - Go away!

[HANDCUFFS CLICKING]

ANDRÉS: Shitbag, where is Maravilla? - Why would I fucking know, baldy?

You're asking for a good beating.

ANDRÉS: Tell me where Maravilla is! WOMAN: Fuck you and your...

Go to hell, bastard!

JUAN: What are you doing?

We only want to know where Maravilla is.

WOMAN: We don't know anything. She isn't here.

[♪♪♪]

MAN: Come on.

You haven't lost anything here!

[GUN COCKS]

Motherfuckers!

MAN: There's a man inside!

[ENGINE WHIRRING]

[BOTH GROANING]

MAN: Hey! Where are you going?

- I don't know what happened! - Who was in the car?

Was it Kempes?

Who were the other two?

- I didn't... I didn't see anything. - Talk!

Talk! You fucking bitch!

- Talk! Fuck, talk! - Aah!

Look at me.

[ENGINE WHIRRING]

Was it them?

Was it the Fortunas?

- Tell me, bitch. - Yes.

[♪♪♪]

[BOTH PANTING]

Fuck.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

[♪♪♪]

Hey! Hey! What are you doing?

- Fuck, stop it! - They're running away! Fuck!

- Don't meddle! - Liar!

- You knew it! It was the Fortunas. - Calm down!

Shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up!

- Wait! He's fine! Easy! - Fuck you!

He's the father of the girl. Fuck.

Why are you lying to me?

Everyone in The 3000 and Seville, hear this!

The Fortunas killed my kid!

They killed my little girl!

- They killed her! - Juan!

Those scumbags!

- Juan! - Bastards!

- I know you're lying to me. ELI: Calm down.

They killed my kid!

- Don't take him away, please! - It's her husband. Calm down.

- Listen! - Is this how you're helping us? Is it?

- Tell me! JUAN: Bastards.

Bitch!

There are 92,000 euros, 256 stashes,

four handguns, two shotguns, and one rifle with scope.

The handgun's caliber matches the shooting.

The Fortunas stole from the Romanians.

- Who's missing? - The fat guy and one of his sons.

Take the rest to court now.

I don't want the entrance to be crowded with Gypsies asking for justice.

And to hell with the father.

Charge him so he won't ever get out of jail.

If you don't want to look at me face-to-face, don't.

But I know the pain of losing a daughter too.

I had a girl when I was 15.

She was so little.

Two months premature.

My family thought I was still a virgin.

I'm talking about the year...

'68 or '69, so you can imagine the situation.

I gave birth...

alone.

Nobody knew about it.

And I fed her in secret...

until she died.

I couldn't even baptize her.

She died without a name.

It's your fault that my girl was raised without her father.

Chico would've died in jail, Triana.

Like his dad.

That's why I asked Juan to go in his place.

Since you all appeared, you've only brought misfortune to my family.

Misfortune and death.

And now my Estrella is in a freezer, in a plastic bag.

Cold.

Don't talk to me about pain.

Like it or not, your daughter is my granddaughter.

And she's a Santos.

My Estrella isn't anyone's.

She isn't anyone's.

[DOOR OPENS]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Juan.

When are you gonna bust Fatty and his son?

- You're gonna bust them, right? - Are you giving us a deadline?

That's none of your business.

Especially if you want to keep your in-and-out privileges.

You have to let the police work.

The gray car,

the one from the robbery,

it belonged to the Fortunas, didn't it?

They framed those junkies, didn't they?

- If you take justice into your own hands... - Don't talk to me about justice!

You don't know shit about justice.

What do you want me to do?

What do I have to do?

Tell me. What do I do?

Listen.

I won't stop until I find them. I promise.

Look at me, Juan.

I will bust them.

But you have to stop, Juan.

Stop it.

[♪♪♪]

Triana.

She's gonna be buried tomorrow.

I don't know how to dress her.

I can't decide between the flower dress and the kittens shirt she loves.

If I don't put her in a dress, my cousin Carmelita from Carmona will mention it.

Yeah.

Triana.

Listen.

Hey.

Fuck Carmelita from Carmona.

- Yeah. - Am I right or not?

[SOBBING]

Let's not dress her.

If we dress her, she's gone.

She's gone forever then.

[VOICE BREAKING] I can hear her.

I can hear my Estrella calling for me.

But I don't know where she wants me to go.

I don't know.

She called you, remember?

Hmm? "Dad."

It was the last thing she said.

Call her, Juan.

Call her and tell her to come. She's so little.

Call her and tell her to come here with me. She's so little, Juan.

I'll take care of her, Juan. Tell her to come. She's alone.

[♪♪♪]

She's alone and she's cold, Juan. Please.

She's alone and she's very cold. Tell her to come, please.

My little girl, please.

A GARDEN HERE NOT WALLS

Go home, Triana.

What is it, girl?

[♪♪♪]

ANDRÉS: Here, Juanito.

Once you arrive at the jail,

tell them your head's been spinning since your daughter died, your whole body hurts.

They'll take you to the infirmary and give you pills for the head.

My cousin Sigüenza will be waiting for you there.

And Fatty and Vicente?

We found their motorbike next to Villafranca.

If they're in Cádiz, who knows where.

You have to do this if you want to know where Fatty's hiding.

Come on, Juanito. Swallow it.

[GAGS]

[♪♪♪]

- My husband doesn't want you here. - Are you going to listen to him?

[SCOFFS]

The bullets. Where did he get them?

Why do you want to know?

Wasn't the case closed? My girl is buried. What else do you want?

Please, Triana.

I went to talk with the neighbor.

I had to watch a copla show with her.

But she told me what she'd seen.

She saw three men.

They got into a car, and she saw the face of one of them.

One from the neighborhood that goes by Kempes.

Who killed my daughter?

[GROANS]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[WHISPERING] One hour until the shift change. Let's do it quickly.

[MAN GROANING AND GASPING]

Talk, fuck! Talk.

- Talk! - [WHEEZING] Pacheco.

Pacheco knows where Fatty's hiding.

I swear it on my mother.

He knows everything.

And where does Pacheco live?

[PANTING]

In Los Pajaritos. In Los Pajaritos.

- Los Pajaritos? - Yes, Los Pajaritos.

He knows everything for sure.

Don't take too long.

And you...

to your cell, with your mouth shut. You're prettier that way.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[♪♪♪]

Ay, my Estrella. What are we going to do?

ELI: And one .38.

It doesn't match the guns that killed the Romanians.

And the neighbor that picked up the bullets said that

there were three in the car, one called Kempes. Sound familiar?

No.

Where did you get that?

The robbery division says he's from Triana.

Name: Mario Alberto Montes.

Mario Alberto "Kempes" from Triana.

Fuck.

[PACHECO COUGHING]

I'm sure they aren't in a hotel, Pacheco.

I swear, I don't know what you're talking about.

- I don't know Fatty at all. - You're not an idiot.

And I am not in any rush.

Fuck. This isn't long enough.

- It's long enough. - It isn't, I'm telling you.

It's not long enough. Fuck.

[PACHECO WHIMPERING]

No!

[DRILL WHIRRING]

Son of a bitch!

No, no, no. Please, no.

[PACHECO WHIMPERS]

- It's not long enough. - It isn't, is it, nephew?

I told you, didn't I? I said it's not long enough and it isn't!

Where do I find an extension cord now?

Go buy it at a dime store.

Do you think there are any dime stores open here in this shantytown?

A dime store.

Where can we find a dime store?

CHICO: We can go walk to one or just move the guy closer.

- We can move him closer to us. - This fat guy?

CHICO: Yes. ANDRÉS: You know what, nephew?

You push him closer. You're stronger. My back already hurts.

Have you decided to talk?

Or should we go look for a dime store?

ANDRÉS: You move that fat guy. I won't.

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

ANDRÉS: Juanito.

Vejer Road, after the hotel, in a house called Mi Gorda in Los Pinares.

In three hours, I'll be on leave for the weekend.

This is him. The nicest boy one can have.

After everything he suffered.

Did he finally appear?

- We're looking for him. - When was the last time you were with him?

I will tell you the same thing I told the other two.

I saw Miguelito the Monday after the April Fair.

He didn't even accept my money. And that was the last time I saw him.

[MAN GROANING]

Girl, go upstairs.

My husband and the fucking Alzheimer's.

He and the kids from that copla TV show,

with their bellowing, are going to make me go mad.

Excuse me. Who else came to ask you for your son?

Two policemen came here.

A young one and the other a little older.

He didn't look like a policeman, but he showed me his badge.

He had it hanging from his neck on a small chain.

[SLOT MACHINE BLEEPING]

Nando, we have to talk.

- What are you doing with that? - Who are you looking for?

[CHUCKLES]

I'm looking for your fucking mother. What are you talking about?

Kempes. Why are you looking for him?

- An informant gave us his name. - What informant? It's not in the report.

Lower your voice and that paper too.

The report doesn't mention him because that's what he is, an informant.

If you don't understand what the word "informant" means,

look it up in a dictionary.

And Kempes? What the fuck aren't you saying?

- Fuck you. Don't insinuate a thing. - Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Don't even try. Everything's in the report.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

Fuck. We went to talk to Kempes' mother, and that's it, okay?

We thought there was a clue to follow, but it was nothing.

That fucking widow said that her son came from the fair...

Fuck you! How much money did you get?

- What are you doing? - How much?

Son of a bitch! You didn't say shit about Kempes

because you got money out of the Romanians' case!

- Don't call me a thief! - It isn't a lie!

You're out of your mind!

- Fuck you! - Eli, out!

Say goodbye to your badge! Say goodbye to it!

What a bitch. And she calls herself a police officer.

Let me go. Fuck! Shit.

[SOFTLY] Fuck him.

Are you crazy? Half the police station was there!

- They're hiding something. - Eli!

They're hiding something.

- Listen to me, fuck! - No, you listen!

Barroso and Nando got paid that money.

They planted those two junkies and closed the case like the Fortunas wanted.

Where's your proof?

The money, the bills, the fucking red elastic band.

He had the same red elastic band in his wallet.

The same one from the house. The same one we found in the bag inside the Ford.

Like this one you have in your hands? Is this your proof?

You're a suspect now too.

Think, fuck!

Those are your partners, and I've known Barroso for 28 years.

You're accusing him without proof and my son too! Not like this, Eli.

Not like this. If they've done something, we'll catch them, but not like this.

Like this, you'll end up alone.

[♪♪♪]

GORDO: Fuck!

[MEN GRUNTING AND FURNITURE CLATTERING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[MAN YELLS]

[WHIMPERING]

[GROANS]

[PANTING]

[GORDO GASPING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[PANTING]

[LIGHTS BUZZING]

[GROANING AND GASPING]

[BOTH PANTING]

[♪♪♪]

MARÍA: Do you remember when you were a child?

I used to bathe you in a basin.

In Manuela's house, remember?

She had chickens in the backyard and a black duck with such a bad attitude.

You were 3 years old.

I undressed you to bathe you, and as soon as the duck came,

bare-naked Juanito was running after the duck.

[SOBBING]

This can't be real.

[BOTH SOBBING]

[WHISPERS] It's gone.

INSIDE MY CHEST

[SIGHS]

CIVIL STATUS - WIDOW

Mom, run away!

Your husband, the one with Alzheimer's, I want to see him.

[FLOORBOARDS CREAKING]

[CHAINS RATTLING]

[GASPING]

Mom?

What do you want?

I didn't have him locked up.

It was so he'd stop using drugs.

- Inspector. - To cure him!

There were even weapons under the mattress.

KEMPES: Miss.

Let me use some drugs.

Please. If I don't, my head doesn't work.

Let's do something, okay?

You let me use a little bit, it's there in my jacket,

and I'll tell you whatever you want, okay?

Yes.

[KEMPES GRUNTING SOFTLY]

Where is it?

Talk.

Look.

I saw that the Romanians

were doing well with their business. They had so many bills.

What did I do?

I went to Barroso to tell him everything.

To Taboa, to the bar.

And they told me, "Take this cheap phone

and, tonight, drive us to the Romanians' house."

They hid behind me, those fuckers!

So the Romanians would think I wanted to buy.

[VOICE BREAKING] And when they opened the door...

I haven't seen so much shooting in my whole life!

What happened when you left in the car?

I didn't see anything. Miss, I didn't see anything.

I swear. I got into the car so scared.

And I only felt a very strong blow and a lot of screams.

I didn't see anything else.

I swear.

It was Barroso and who else?

KEMPES: Yes. Barroso and the other guy.

That fucking kid. That asshole.

Son of a bitch.

You participated in the shooting, didn't you?

How was I gonna shoot? What are you saying?

Now, I know who started the shooting.

Okay? It was Nando and Barroso.

As soon as they walked in, they went crazy.

- They started shooting everyone. - Son of a bitch!

- Calm down! MANUEL: He's lying! That moron is lying!

ELI: What are you doing? MANUEL: He lies!

- Calm down, fuck! - Don't touch me!

Shit.

Lower your guns.

- Come with us to make a statement. - What statement? I didn't do anything.

[HANDCUFFS CLICKING AND KEMPES GROANING]

- Go away! - Hey!

[GUN COCKS]

Mario, calm down.

Calm down, Mario. Drop the knife. Nobody is going to hurt you.

Nothing is gonna happen to you. You only have to make a statement.

Your fucking mother is going to make a statement.

Are you taking me out of a hole to lock me up in another one?

You won't lock me up! Fuck you and fuck my mother!

I didn't do anything. Miss, I'm telling you!

Eli, step away.

You have to lock him up, miss! Him!

All of you! You should lock up the whole police force!

Miss, you aren't understanding half of it!

If I walk into the police station,

Barroso is going to shoot me in the head.

Drop the knife and take this syringe.

Who is going to care if I die, miss?

My mother.

Calm down, Kempes.

Give it to me.

Fuck, yes.

[PANTING]

[KEMPES MOANING]

[HANDCUFFS CLICKING]

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

What are you doing here?

Aren't you sleeping in a cell tonight?

- I wanted to see you before going in. - What for? If...

If you don't want to tell me anything, where you've been or...

[♪♪♪]

You know what?

When people asked me who Estrella looked like,

I always answered, "Nobody." She only looked like herself.

Estrella inherited all of the good from us and none of the bad.

You'd better make sure what you're doing isn't an embarrassment to my girl.

If you go back to jail, I won't be here when you return.

[THUNDER RUMBLING AND RAINDROPS PATTERING]

KEMPES: Miss...

did you have to study a lot...

to become a police officer?

What I was good at was soccer.

Can we talk?

9 MISSED CALLS

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

[PHONE KEYPAD BEEPS]

Don't worry, Eli. Don't.

I swear, I only found out about it a few hours ago.

They gave me his number, and I wanted to find him before them. To fix it.

What do I do, Eli? What the fuck do I do?

What would you do if your son asked for your help?

I don't have...

I don't have children.

Eli, I didn't want to involve you in something dirty.

They took half a million from the Romanians. Half a million, Eli.

- It's a lot of money. - Fuck.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

What do I do?

Eli! Eli!

[♪♪♪]

[CHOKING]

[GUNSHOTS]

Eli! Eli!

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Boy!

[COUGHS]

Do you have a phone?

Phone.

I need help.

Man, look who's here! That police bitch!

[WHINNIES]

[THUNDER CRASHING AND RUMBLING]

Bitch! We're gonna tear you to pieces!

Bitch! You're dead!

KEMPES: What the fuck is this?

MAN: You aren't getting out of this alive.

[GUNSHOTS IN DISTANCE]

- Stop. Stop! - Why?

[WHIMPERING]

[ALL GRUNTING]

MAN: Fuck you!

[ELI SCREAMS]

I don't like this!

Please. I didn't do anything. Please.

[ELI SCREAMS]

JUAN: Where are you going?

Triana, get in the car!

- No, Juan. We have to get her out of here. - Not you. Get in the car.

[♪♪♪]

This is not...

[SCREAMS]

Leave her alone! Fuck you all! Don't you fucking dare touch her!

Get out of here.

Let's go. Let's go.

[GUNSHOTS]

TRIANA: Let's go to the car.

Okay. Good. Thank you.

They saw her in The 3000. She's in a car with the older Santos brother.

The prison says he should've been back two hours ago and hasn't appeared yet.

If that bitch goes to the police station and talks, I'll slit her throat.

It's her word against ours. Besides, she's alone.

She has the Santos on her side.

Then we'll shut them up with bullets.

BARROSO: Fuck, man.

This isn't about her word against ours.

When the Santos come after us,

they will come because you killed his daughter.

Who was the driver?

You, stand up.

Come on, let's go. Call Taboa.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[AMBULANCE SIREN BLARING IN DISTANCE]

It was the police.

Juan.

[♪♪♪]

It was the police.

What are you saying?

ELI: The junkies we found...

were planted there to frame them.

It was actually two cops.

Fucking Barroso and Nando.

He was behind the wheel that night.

[ELI INHALES SHARPLY]

The police killed your daughter.

I'm sorry.

We can't just stay silent, Juan.

We have to go to the police station to report them. We need to tell someone.

Who are you going to tell when the police did this?

Eh?

They will shoot you in the back if you talk, Triana.

And what are you going to do? Kill them with stones?

Do you have any proof?

We don't have anything.

Of course there isn't fucking proof.

[SOBBING]

Those sons of bitches! Sons of bitches!

We've got to get her out of here or she'll bleed out.

JUAN: Where will we go, Triana? - I don't know!

If the cops are looking for us, they'll find us!

Look at me. What do we do, Triana?

Triana, we don't have anything. What will we do?

- Tell me. The police are after us, Triana. - Stop.

Tell me. What do we do?

- What do we do? - Leave it to me, okay?

- Leave it to you how? - Trust me.

Talk to your people.

Now.

- That horse has a name tag. - The horse comes and goes, Taboa.

Like the owners of this place.

One day you're on the top, the next day you're under the ground.

Why are you being so descriptive? I'd like to know.

Because you lot don't have much time left.

The time it takes for the Santos to learn that in this bar,

on this table, the theft was planned.

And then what happened, happened.

And the Santos will hear about it, Taboa. I'm sure of it.

But I will help you.

For that, we need to make things clear.

The Santos need to know who's in charge.

And if I say no and ask you to leave?

[SIGHING]

What is this, Taboa? Drugs and weapons in your bar?

You brought them.

One would need to prove that. I could say I found them in your storage room.

Forty-four pounds of pure, uncut horse, contraband weapons.

It'll be a sentence of at least 30 years, Taboa.

You aren't an idiot.

What do you want?

Nothing you can't do.

Take care of the Santos.

I want you and your men to visit María's shack.

Twenty pounds a month until 100.

And we'll wash the blood that gets spilled.

And that bitch that's after us?

Who's going to shut her up? You?

[GUN COCKS]

Let's go, Chico. Two cars are coming and it's the Taboas.

I'll beat them to a pulp.

- No, no. They will shoot you in the head! MARÍA: Chico!

Come on. Out of here!

[♪♪♪]

CHICO: Come on, Mom! MARÍA: You go.

Run to the car. I'll take care of these morons.

María, they'll kill you!

CHICO: Are you crazy, Mom?

I'm not. Go to the car now!

Help your mother crawl here.

MARÍA: Andrés. - Mom?

Take care of my sons.

And you, hothead, listen to your brother Juan, okay?

Go to the car.

In God's time.

[GUNS COCKING]

Where are your sons, María?

In Carmona, dancing on your dead relatives' graves.

Pretty face.

- I'm going back for her. - Come here!

- Chico, no. - We can't leave her alone!

No, Chico. Go, Chico, go.

Tell them to come out. We want to see their faces.

The door's open. Come in.

Let's see who's the brave one that dares to walk inside first.

MAN: Fuck you! - What's up?

You aren't ballsy anymore?

[ENGINE SPUTTERING]

Fuck. Chico, we need to push.

Come on, move!

MAN: Kill this bitch!

You dare to come at me with guns. My cunt is bulletproof, do you hear me?

Don't you know who I am?

I'm María Santos.

Go to hell!

You don't know what a mother can do!

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS CONTINUE]

Mom!

[SHUDDERING]

Fuck, man. They gave you a good beating too.

They aren't here.

Thanks, Father.

Who are you praying to? To the little donkey procession?

Because you're stubborn as a mule.

To nobody.

Nobody showed me how to pray the Rosary. It was my mother's.

- Are you a believer? - No.

Superstitious.

Maybe that's best. Having faith didn't help me at all.

I wish I could close my eyes and disappear, I swear.

So I could breathe.

I'm pregnant.

He doesn't know.

When I got pregnant with Estrella, I was so happy.

Now I only feel fear. Fear and anger. And I don't want that.

I don't want this.

This kid can't be born here. My baby can't have this life, Eli.

Whatever happens, I don't want any more jail time. Okay?

We've already paid our dues and more.

Promise me.

We could've let them kill you in the streets.

If you're alive, it's because my Juan saved you. So promise me.

Promise me you won't throw him in jail.

[DOOR OPENS]

JUAN: What's up?

- What happened? Where's Mom? CHICO: What's she doing here?

- What's she doing here? JUAN: Tell me what happened.

Where is Mom?

ANDRÉS: The Taboas arrived.

CHICO: It was the Taboas, Juan.

María stayed so we could run away.

[♪♪♪]

JUAN: It was the Taboas.

Your people are with the Taboas.

Still want to go to the police, Triana?

They won't let us get out of here alive.

Are you listening? None of us.

[♪♪♪]

TABOA: Hey, Juan!

Calm down, Juan.

Hey! I didn't do anything!

But your people shot my mom, didn't they?

ANDRÉS: Easy.

Not yet.

Taboa.

Call Santacana.

[PHONE KEYPAD BEEPING]

[LINE RINGING]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Yes?

They have Taboa.

He's at the little hotel.

Come on. Everyone out!

Get some exercise, fuckers. You look sick.

[♪♪♪]

[MUFFLED GRUNTING]

[GUNS COCKING]

JUAN: Drop your weapons! Drop them!

Easy! Easy!

Weapons on the ground!

BARROSO: Easy! Easy.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Killer.

- Calm down, Juan. We have them. - Now what, scumbag?

[YELLS]

[♪♪♪]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[PANTING]

[GROANS]

[GUN CLICKING]

[CONTINUES GROANING]

[PANTING]

[♪♪♪]

[GUN CLICKING]

[BOTH GROANING]

I told you to stop.

They're going to kill him.

They're going to kill my son, Eli.

[GRUNTING]

[MUFFLED SCREAMS]

[NANDO GASPING]

[METAL PIERCING FLESH]

[NANDO GAGGING]

[EXHALES SHARPLY THEN BREATHING DEEPLY]

[PIPE CLATTERS]

MANUEL: Let him do his sentence. I swear, I'll hand him over to justice.

I'll take him to a judge.

But don't let them kill him.

Don't let them kill my son.

Not my son.

[JUAN GROANING]

[♪♪♪]

ELI: Hold on, Manuel.

Hold on.

[WHEEZING]

I think they got me in the liver, nephew.

That'd mean I can't drink whiskey anymore. Can you imagine it?

Let's get him out of here before he bleeds out.

Let's go.

ELI: Juan.

Someone has to pay.

I can't let you go.

CHICO: I told you so, Juan.

[♪♪♪]

JUAN: Chico, let's go.

- He's bleeding out. Let's go. - She won't let us.

JUAN: Let's go. - No.

Please.

CHICO: She won't let us go. - Come on. Chico!

Hey! Chico!

JUAN: It's over, Chico.

No more blood.

[SOFTLY] Good. Good. It's over.

ESTRELLA: Dad, are you good or are you bad?

JUAN: Do I look like a bad guy?

No. You aren't bad.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

But if you're good, why do you leave?

Why don't they let you stay with me?

Because...

Because sometimes...

adults...

behave badly and they punish us.

Then say you're sorry. If you've done something bad, say you're sorry.

[WIND CHIMES TINKLING]

[CHIRPING]

Tell her we love her.

[♪♪♪]

HEAVEN WILL SHELTER YOU

AND HELL WILL BE FAR AWAY

THE BIRDS WILL SEE YOU

AS ONE OF THEIR OWN

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