Original subtitles

We knew that Entrevías was a powder keg,

and sooner or later it was going to happen again.

Our residents are tired of suffering.

Tired of putting up with violence,

with injustice,

and death.

But as police, we're here to save lives.

To make sure no crime goes unpunished.

Because, in the end, justice will triumph.

Don't worry, it'll all be sorted out.

No matter how painful it may be.

In Entrevías, the perp has to pay.

AMBULANCE

This neighborhood will change and change for the better.

That's why I'm here,

to bring some order and put an end to this plague.

I'm commissioner Antonio Romero,

and I'll do whatever it takes to make Entrevías

a place of peaceful coexistence.

-Commissioner, how…? -Many thanks. Good afternoon.

Will you bring in more officers to the precinct?

-Can Entrevías be at peace? -Commissioner, please.

Hey, please.

Irene!

-Irene! -Irene, my darling!

Irene!

Irene!

-We have to help her. -I'm trying to.

-Yes, ER? -Irene!

Tirso Abantos?

Fifty feet away, from the floor, with one hand

and you split the girl's jugular.

Impressive.

Not something I'm particularly proud of.

I'm not surprised, because you got yourself in a fine mess.

-I'll deal with the consequences. -Sign here.

It seems clear to the judge that you acted in self-defense.

You can sleep at home tonight.

But if you were thinking of leaving town, I wouldn't if I were you.

You're awaiting trial, so don't…

-So am I free to go? -From here, yes. But not from the country.

I warned you.

I told you that foundation was stirring up a hornet's nest.

That there would be war.

And you were right.

I also face the consequences.

But now, that war is my problem.

This stays here with me.

And you should go home

and keep your head down if you want to avoid trouble.

Why the long face? I'll get out of this.

No… It's not about you, Captain.

It's the girl.

-Tirso! -Irene? How is Irene?

-Where is she? -There, Dad.

Oh my God.

What happened?

Let's go outside.

She suffered a placental abruption.

We found her on the floor.

We thought she was…

She'd lost a lot of blood. They thought they were losing her.

They had to do an emergency C-section.

And the baby?

They took him away as soon as he was born.

We don't know anything.

Nelson was talking to the doctors.

WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS

Jorge, go inside, it's very quiet here, okay?

-Fine. -Thanks.

-Good? -All good.

Oh joy, what the hell do you want?

Come through.

I always thought I was the bomb, and I'm just pitiful.

That great plan I had to

come back, get revenge, take over the whole show… No, no.

A load of shit, a delusion, and Nata almost takes me out.

She had me at gunpoint and…

she was going to shoot. I could see in her eyes she was going to.

And did she?

No, Tirso turned up, an ironmonger, and he put a bullet in her.

In Nata?

I owe Tirso my life.

Wait, are you saying Nata is dead?

Damn, girl, you're a little slow.

You won't be seeing Nata again in this lifetime.

I need you to throw me a line and I'll get out of Entrevías.

I don't have a plan B.

Damn, I need you to get me a job. I know I can't kick ass like you can,

but put me to work as a bouncer and…

Damn, with this mug of mine, I'm getting out of here.

You're the only slow one here. Don't you see?

Everything's changed. Without Nata, everything will be much easier.

-What will? -Your fucking plan.

-There is no plan! -Sort out Entrevías! What do you mean?

-You said it yourself. -Forget what I said.

Forget it, everything has changed.

And you said it yourself, you have no plan B.

-What the hell do you want to do now? -I want you to come back.

Because it's our time.

What?

"Our time," she says…

Don't look for more trouble, you're happy here.

Far from Entrevías, in the name of all that's holy, be happy.

And I'll be much happier in my own nightclub.

We'll take over the whole show, Godfather.

So go and cry if you want to. I'll deal with everything, don't worry.

But liven up a bit, come on.

Come on, you heard, damn it. Collect everything.

Step on it, for fuck's sake!

Come on, look sharp, damn it!

We don't have time, don't leave a thing behind.

-Move it, for fuck's sake. -Get the stuff from upstairs, you.

Get a move on!

Come on, don't leave anything behind.

-Move. -Get the stuff upstairs.

Move.

Come on, damn it!

You heard, hurry it up.

What the hell are you doing?

Tente, the police will be here any second, so we're cleaning up and clearing out.

We shouldn't be seen together for a while. This is going to get nasty.

You're all assholes.

What's up with you, man?

That son of a bitch killed my cousin with one shot

and all you want to do is hide?

Look, you little shit, why don't you shut your fucking mouth?

Go home to Grandma, put on Doraemon and chill out.

Or do you prefer SpongeBob?

Son of a bitch!

Nata said it clearly: "We won't ask for forgiveness or for permission."

They killed my cousin.

And we're going to take care of the son of a bitch that did it.

Irene?

Darling?

Are you okay?

What am I doing here?

You had an emergency C-section.

Where's my baby?

He's under observation.

What do you mean, observation? What's wrong?

He was starved of oxygen for some time.

What does that mean?

It might just be a scare.

But he could have brain damage.

Or something worse.

-Worse? -We'll know in the next few hours.

Darling…

We have to stay positive.

Everything will be fine.

Where is he? I want to see him.

No, you can't move yet.

He's in the neonatal ICU.

And Nelson?

He went to sign the baby in.

I'll go get him.

Grandpa…

My girl…

I shouldn't have left you alone.

I'm sorry.

-I have to… -No.

I have to be with him.

-He must be feeling lonely. -No.

You can't yet, Irene.

He'll get through it. You'll see.

He's an Abantos.

Nothing.

They still know nothing.

Why not go home and rest for a while?

I'll wait for Gladys and if there's any news, we'll call.

Dad.

Tirso.

-Leave me alone. -Hey!

-Are you okay? -I told you this would happen.

If you opened this place, people would get hurt.

It's your fault.

My fault?

If you hadn't started your fucking foundation,

none of this would have happened.

My granddaughter wouldn't have been alone. And the girl wouldn't have died.

Tirso, I'm so sorry for what happened.

Really.

But it's not my fault the world's messed up.

Or that those of us who try to fix it get targeted.

I haven't put anyone in the hospital, or burnt anything down.

I haven't killed anyone.

I have.

If you hadn't come back, I wouldn't have had to.

All you've brought is trouble.

Your trouble is over.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

For good.

Leave at your leisure.

This time no-one's going to miss you.

Were you looking for this?

Odd seeing you here.

I thought you'd gone.

I was worried to death about you.

So defenseless, so lost.

Poor thing! He couldn't even remember his name!

While you were lying to me shamelessly.

Gladys, I knew the ones shooting at me would be thinking:

"Shit, the old pig's back for revenge, let's finish him off, come on."

I made up the amnesia thing, damn, to go unnoticed,

so they'd leave me alone, I promise.

-I… -Well, if you thought

they were going to kill you, why come back?

Because I don't have anywhere to curl up and die.

You have a big heart.

You showed all those people yesterday.

And to be honest you were always there for me when I needed you.

But I will not stand for bare-faced lies.

For once in your fucking life, can you tell me the truth?

Why did you come back, Ezequiel?

Because what I like most in this world is to be with you, and because…

I'm still slightly in love with you.

Very well, you can stay.

Thanks.

May I?

-Wrong room. -I've been wrong about many things,

but not the room.

I'm your grandmother, Maica.

You're so lovely.

You shouldn't be here. My grandfather wouldn't like it.

Your grandfather dislikes many things, we won't worry about all of them.

I wanted to meet you.

I brought you a little gift.

Mom?

What are you doing here?

I wanted to meet Irene before leaving.

I'm going tomorrow.

What about the foundation?

Burnt down.

I know, but it can be fixed or something, can't it?

No money left.

And the insurance won't cover it.

Karma will even it out somehow.

Enough about me. Please…

Where's the baby?

The baby's in trouble, he's under observation.

Oh Lord, I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

I should leave you to it.

Yes, I'll see you out.

Okay.

Jimena…

Before I go…

I want to talk to you.

Think it over.

Our attention is still on the neighborhood of Entrevías,

where a shooting took place yesterday, ending in the death of a young woman.

But today the news is about the man you'll be seeing next…

Saavedra, did you want me to be on the news?

So switch on the TV, and see how sharp I look in a tie.

I'll call you back.

…carrying out the woman he's just rescued.

The witness statements speak for themselves.

What the hell is this?

UNKNOWN HERO IN ENTREVÍAS

What about my statements?

MAN PREVENTS TRAGEDY IN ENTREVÍAS

Where the hell are my statements?

Did I wear a tie just for this? Where the fuck are my statements?

…by everybody today in Entrevías.

Let's go over to Teresa.

Isn't that Ezequiel on TV?

-Are we on? -You bet, look.

LIVE

Shit, even with the alcohol-free one.

-No more drinking. -He was there.

Pepe…

Hi.

Hello, Jimena.

How are things at the hospital?

The baby's still under observation. We just have to wait.

What about my father?

At the hospital, isn't he?

No, not at the hospital, and he hasn't been home either.

Wasn't at the hardware store either. I figured he'd be with you guys.

-You're kidding. -I told you. I knew it.

-What? What happened? -Don't you get it?

Your father killed the leader of a street gang.

And they're very vengeful people. They'll come for him, for sure.

We must find him.

-Jimena. -Dad, where are you?

I needed some air.

Are you okay? We're worried.

Think about what's happened since yesterday and ask me again later.

Okay, Dad, take care.

He's fine.

CLOSED FOR BEREAVEMENT OPEN THIS AFTERNOON

Don't move.

Let's talk like spies.

I don't want us to be seen together.

I don't want trouble in Entrevías, you hear me?

-Loud and clear. -Well, here's the thing, smart-ass.

If we want to run the show, we have to start doing our homework.

Your first job: find out who's taking over the baton

in the dead girl's orchestra, and once you know that,

get close and find out what they're made of, okay?

Okay.

But it's messed up, because it looks like

the cops have started to get their shit together.

Don't look at me, it's easy to understand. We're in Entrevías.

I don't want them connecting us, there's eyes everywhere.

Don't you think you might be over-reacting?

No, I'm not over-reacting, gorgeous.

After what happened to the dead girl with the baton,

the goons in the orchestra will have their gloves off,

so don't slip up, we must be completely unseen.

Hey, shit, I know you, don't I? You're the guy on TV.

Don't touch me. You're an idiot.

Take a hike before I shove that TV up your ass.

-Nice work, asshole. -Hey, man…

You're good at this going unseen thing, aren't you? Brilliant.

You learn that at the academy, or…?

Tirso, you gave us a fright.

We thought they'd got you. Are you okay?

Hey, did anyone follow you?

-Yes. -Don't shit me.

Look, there she is.

On my tail since the grocery store. Think she's dangerous?

It's not a joke, Tirso.

You killed a gangster. They'll be coming for you.

Sanchís and I were thinking.

We think you need professional protection.

My goodness. Of all the times I've asked you for something,

how many times did you think?

Look, he's here.

Where's he come from? His first Holy Communion?

Tirso, meet your new bodyguard.

No, no way.

-Yes. -Yes.

-A one-armed bodyguard? -I only have one free hand, but…

But it's trained to kill.

And I brought along this.

I'll be your shadow from now on.

My shadow doesn't look like a dumbass, but you do.

You seriously plan to trail me dressed like that?

A bodyguard seeks to have a dissuasive effect.

It's not the same to be followed by a jerk like me,

than by a professional in a jacket.

Sanchís, you don't look professional.

You look like a kid from San Ildefonso who got into drugs.

I don't feel like a coffee anymore, I'm going to the hospital.

Going outside?

Is there another way to get to the hospital?

No, but wait.

I think I saw something suspicious in the alleyway.

Shit!

Fuck.

Tente, we have to wait.

The old man's on guard and he's got company.

Don't know what it is, but I could use one of them.

It's mezcal.

I'm glad you came.

I want to go back to the hospital soon.

If you have something to tell me…

Yes, of course, honey.

The main reason I'm back in town is that…

I wanted to talk to you,

to explain why I went away.

A bit late, don't you think?

I've been trying to do it for years.

I'm just a little bit…

well, a lot of a coward.

It's…

It's hard to explain what happened to me.

Yes.

-Of course. -You see…

When your father was discharged from the army…

Your father came back from Bosnia a different man.

Full of wrath.

He blamed me for everything.

It made the air around him unbreathable.

Is that what's taken years to tell me?

That?

That Dad was a monster?

And that's why you left and left the pair of us trapped with him?

That you gave a shit what happened to us?

I'm sorry, Jimena.

I'm sorry for the suffering I caused you.

But…

God, I was so young then.

So young. I was just a kid.

Suddenly I had two children, with a man who…

A man who didn't look at me anymore.

Who didn't touch me anymore.

A man who didn't love me anymore.

I felt trapped by my own life, as if I were dead.

Like I was inside the body of someone who wasn't me.

I spent years living a lie too.

Pretending I was someone that wasn't me.

And I hurt my own daughter too.

But I never left her.

Never.

I didn't leave her when she needed me most.

No, Jimena, wait, please.

I beg you, my girl, I beg you to please wait.

Sit down, my girl. Listen to me, please.

Listen.

For a long, long time,

after I'd dropped you off at school… You remember?

I'd walk over the overpass

and stand there gazing at the tracks.

My whole being said…

"Do it, go on,

end it all."

One day, I climbed onto the railing.

A train was approaching.

And suddenly, instead of jumping,

I decided to flee.

Listen…

I'm not asking for forgiveness.

I'm just asking you to understand me if you can.

I love you.

Are you okay?

Jimena…

Have you seen him?

-He's beautiful. -Oh my God!

He's the most beautiful boy I've ever seen.

He has your smile

and hands so tiny they don't seem real.

-He squeezed my finger, Mom. -Oh my God, I'm dying.

-I want to be with him, please. -Yes, but it's still too soon.

You can't get up and he can't leave the incubator.

But the doctors said he's doing great.

-So don't worry. -Thank you.

You've just had one child, wait a little before the second one.

Congratulations, guys. How is the little champ?

He seems to be doing better.

If he's anything like me, he'll be out of that incubator

kicking and screaming at the nurses.

JAY AHMED RESTAURANT

Wait, Captain.

Let me check it out.

Hey, Sanchís, it's my home.

You're overdoing it a bit, aren't you?

That's what they said to Kennedy's bodyguard

and see what happened.

If you see a little shit looking like a criminal, don't kill him,

it's Irene's boyfriend.

-All clear. -Thanks, and see you later.

I think it's best if I stay.

Hey, Sanchís,

thank you from the bottom of my heart for what you're doing,

you're a friend like no other,

but why not stop the nonsense, and leave me in peace for once?

-With all due respect. -With all due respect, put up and shut up.

I'm not leaving.

Did you hear that?

What?

I thought I heard something back there. It's probably nothing.

It's a trap! Run, Captain!

-It's a trap! -Yes, Sanchís. It's a trap, I'm sorry.

Tirso, was it you?

But I have to do something.

-I must go alone. -Open the door!

Open up, I don't want to break the glass.

They don't make it anymore.

Tirso!

At last we know the identity of the hero of Entrevías.

As far as we can ascertain, it's Ezequiel Fandiño,

a former police officer who was at the opening…

Three journalists turned up asking for you.

And I bet a hundred bucks you gave them my number.

Me? I'm silent as the grave. I wouldn't even give those people my name.

Yes? Yes, it's me.

No, thank you, I won't give a statement.

…went through the flames to rescue her, pick her up and bring her out…

Turn that shit off.

Where is Tirso?

You're asking me? He was meant to be with you.

He locked me in a bedroom and left.

I had to break down the door with my plaster cast.

He gave you the slip?

Such a professional.

The jacket's too big for you, and the job too.

He's not answering me, Pepe.

What do we do now?

Find him before he gets in more trouble. Hurry.

-Hurry to… -Hurry!

Hurry up!

LOLI'S HAIR SALON

Afternoon.

We ended up deciding not to open.

My daughter-in-law is not up to it.

I don't know if you know about my granddaughter.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

You didn't understand me.

I'm sorry.

You are…

Yes, it was me.

How dare you?

How dare you come in here?

Do me a favor and get out of my sight. Out!

He was just here.

In the salon.

-Who? -The man who killed your cousin.

How? Why the hell did he do that?

Don't know, he just rolled in.

Gladys, have you come from the hospital?

-Yes, of course. -Tell me Tirso was there.

No, why? Is something wrong?

No, everything's fine.

Just want to know where he is.

But I'm not his dad. Maybe I could pass for a cousin at most.

Pepe, what happened? Is he in trouble?

-No. Hey, how's Irene? And the boy? -Better.

Great. Well, let's get to work, take the desserts to table four.

Hey, asshole!

Yes? Police? Yes?

There's been a shooting, a man was shot.

Yes.

Tirso!

I'm fine.

Easy, Gladys. I'm fine, they missed me.

I'm just fine.

I'm fine.

I want to know who the hell did this!

Who had the fucking nerve to shoot at a guy

in the middle of the street in broad daylight.

I thought the message we were sending was clear enough.

Maybe you haven't kicked enough asses, or you've been taken for douchebags.

-They bark a lot, but they don't bite. -Or maybe you just are.

Sons of bitches.

Let's see…

Are you sure you remember nothing?

Maybe the type of motorbike, clothing, anything that could help me.

When the guy drew his gun on me,

I was going to take out a sketchbook and do a drawing,

but I opted to hit the deck.

All right.

You can go.

Already?

Aren't you going to give him police protection or something?

I'll give you some advice: get out of town.

They want your blood and they won't stop till you're dead.

It's an awesome idea.

Maybe we should all leave town and you won't have to work anymore, right?

What a disgrace.

Irene, my love!

Hey, are you okay?

Yes? Come here.

-Are you okay? Sure? -Yes.

Easy.

-Okay? -Yes.

-Right. -I just wanted to see Víctor.

-Irene, you're too weak, you can't. -I know, I don't care.

He's my child, please let me see him. He's all alone, please.

-Please… -Okay.

Come.

What are you doing?

You're going to see your boy right now.

Thank you.

Excuse me, where are you going?

You should be resting.

She's going to see her son.

Please.

Víctor, my love.

This is your mommy.

Poor thing.

He's the loveliest thing in the world.

He looks like you, I told you.

Come.

Sit down here.

Take off the robe.

My love.

What are you all doing here?

Did something happen to Irene? To the baby?

No.

Everything's fine at the hospital.

Tirso, we're worried about you.

You really must be worried if you've closed the bar,

as stingy as you are.

Dad, sit down.

It was close, Dad.

Closer than ever.

But I'm here, right?

They'll keep trying, you know it.

Dad, we've been talking and we all think the commissioner is right.

You should leave town.

I'm not going anywhere.

Dad, listen. Pepe can lend you his apartment in San Fernando.

I've had the bathroom refurbished. You'll be the first to use it.

-What the hell will I do in Cadiz? -Stay alive. Isn't that worth something?

You must get out of here, just for a while.

Yes, and I can take care of the hardware store.

Are you trying to make me stay now?

I'm truly grateful for your concern,

but I'm not leaving my home.

So this loony meeting can be adjourned now.

Dismissed.

You're selfish.

Do you know how worried I was when I heard those shots?

I almost had a heart attack running down the street,

thinking you were dead.

But you don't care.

You're not the only one in this world, Tirso.

Your decisions affect everyone.

Dad…

Think of Irene.

Of the child.

Do it for us.

I'm sorry, but I'm staying.

-Dad, are you mad? -I said I'm staying.

What do you want? To get killed?

Those people don't play games.

-Tirso, they'll kill you. -Well, maybe I deserve it!

I killed that girl.

I killed her.

All I'm saying is that this guy…

Dear mother.

…the flames in a demonstration of a regular person, a nobody…

You're the nobody, you don't know your own parents.

And on top of it all, they get my wrong side. The bad side.

To get your good side, they'd have to be behind you.

You must be the first Spaniard that's not happy to be on TV.

I'd be just thrilled to go on TV if people weren't trying to kill me.

I even had a plan to prevent this, to play dumb.

Oh, well.

-It's a good plan, you know. -Yes.

Because playing dumb comes easy to you.

Yes, I don't need to rehearse being dumb.

Withheld number.

I loathe journalists.

Got it?

I'm happy for you. I mean, I loathe dentists more.

Hey.

Hey.

-We should meet, I think. -No, it's not a good idea.

I get stopped in the street. I can't stay off the TV.

I'm like that guy in the coffee commercial, girl.

I'm scared. No.

Are you wimping out, Ezequiel? Really?

No, I'm not, but shit, I'm suffocating.

Let's wait for things to calm down a bit.

What do you mean? No fucking way. I can't wait. I quit my job, got it?

We made a deal, Ezequiel.

You're such a pain. I'll see you at ten.

Look, I'm not going on your radio show, I'm not going on your TV show,

and I'm not buying a fucking encyclopedia.

Ministry of the Interior.

Come with me, please.

Oh, my good Lord.

This way, please.

-Here? -Yes.

As I see it, the 15 or 20 minutes we were in the car together

aren't the basis of a great friendship, but you could tell me what this is about?

Hey!

Nice little den, new precinct.

How are the toilets? Got two-ply paper? Good.

Oh, yes.

-Sorry. -Sorry, sorry.

-Ezequiel Fandiño, right? -Yes.

Have a seat.

I'm Juan Saavedra, from the Ministry. This is Commissioner Romero.

-Know why you're here? -Sure.

That's an easy question.

You need a new clown for this circus of yours, right?

You think you can go around playing the hero,

doing police work without being police, right?

-Let's see… -I think not.

Nor do I, buddy.

If you don't think so, neither do I, sorry.

-It won't happen again. -Of course it won't happen again.

-Want to know why? -No.

Because henceforth you'll do it as a cop.

We want you back on the force.

You made a lot of mistakes, but you paid for them.

You were nearly killed in an undercover operation

and you saved many lives in that fire.

You've proven your police pedigree.

If I could just say something. I have made many mistakes, yes,

and indeed there was a time in my life

that the only thing I knew was being a cop…

Happy to hear it.

Because starting tomorrow you have your old job back in this precinct.

Well…

Well, thanks very much.

Really, thank you very much.

As they say,

don't put off till tomorrow things you can do tomorrow, so…

Thank you so much, really.

Hey!

Hey, you guys! Guys, I'm back on the team!

I'm back on the National Police Force tomorrow.

-Jumilla, give me a hug. -Congratulations, Ezequiel!

I'm back!

Hey, you don't give hugs!

All together! Men included: Ezes!

-Ezes! -Jumilla!

You're turning into a cow. Come on!

You're making a mistake, Saavedra.

That guy's crooked, a rotten apple. And you know what happens?

He infects the others.

People see him as a hero

and we're short of heroes in this precinct, aren't we?

It's a strategic appointment.

But… I'm meant to be the strategic appointment, am I not?

Don't take it badly, man.

You wanted the fame, but the media chose him.

That's politics. I guess.

Politics is fucked up, true,

and it's not really your thing. Let's not deny it.

Grandpa, I saw Víctor.

And that look of delight is because he looks like me and not his dad, right?

As long as he doesn't have your character…

He's lovely.

You should have seen him.

He grabbed my breast with his hands and looked at me.

Well, seeing as you're here, I'll do some stuff and come back.

I'm so glad to see you so happy.

You still haven't seen him.

-Who? -The baby. You haven't seen him yet.

I'll see him when he gets out of there.

Do you want anything from the machine?

Grandpa…

I know you can't stand seeing the people you love suffering,

but please go see him.

Why?

Because he needs our support.

And you're the best at that.

And because it's not your fault he's like that.

I could have picked 20 places to go.

But I chose this hole.

I bet my whole career on cleaning up this neighborhood.

I'm the hero of Entrevías.

And I don't intend to let that small-time crook

steal the limelight or the credit I deserve.

What do we do?

Fuck him up.

And at the same time, show the world

that their fucking hero is just a rotten apple.

What's the plan?

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No… Don't be like that, woman.

You know how it is, Tirso.

-Sure-- -Gladys!

You'll never believe it!

Drinks are on me, a round for everybody!

-Ezes is paying! -Well, well!

Joy abounds for all, except he who trusts. Pay up front, we know each other.

What wisdom.

On credit, but with an easy mind, you're talking to an officer.

-What? -Officer?

I'm back on the National Police Force!

-Oh my God! -When's your first paycheck?

Give us a drink, I'm a cop.

Or I'll close your bar and I'll lock you up for something.

I'm so happy!

I can't believe it. Congratulations, my love. Oh my!

I'm just floating, because… I don't know.

Since I got out of prison, I was so lost, doing all that stuff that you know about,

that I still think about and say, "What the hell were you doing, Ezes?"

I'm a cop.

Of course you're a cop, and a good one.

It's just, look…

When I was little, I asked Santa Claus for a bicycle and he brought me crap,

and now at my age, this is the greatest gift of my life.

What are you doing, Ezequiel?

You know, Goldilocks, being on a roll

I had to give it a try before the clock strikes midnight

and the spell is broken.

Stop it now.

Look, if you're looking for a princess, you'll get a pumpkin.

You know full well I have my prince charming.

Go find another princess, please.

Oh my God!

-Well… What, Sanchís? -Pepe.

-Hey, darling. -My flower. I've come to pay my debts.

I'm leaving tomorrow. I have too many outstanding debts.

You don't have to pay me, dear.

-You've been through enough. -No.

Thanks, but no, not at all. I think it's all there, check it.

Well, if you insist…

Hey!

It's you!

It's me, it's you, it's us.

It's a dream!

How are you?

Well, I'm well.

Thanks to you.

What you did was… incredible.

Well, the Incredible Hulk does Incredible Hulk things.

Hey, I was thinking, why don't you join us for a drink?

I'm celebrating rejoining the police.

-Congratulations! -Thank you.

No, I can't.

I have to go back to the foundation and pick up my things.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

It was great meeting you.

Bye, Ezequiel.

And thanks.

Thank you, always.

-Bye. -Bye, Maica.

Hey!

Sanchís, another shot on my tab?

No.

No more for me. With this pulse how can I give my mother her heparin shot?

Goldilocks!

I'm off to find some Goldilocks and celebrate!

What is he saying?

Take care!

Son of a bitch!

All good, my Maica?

Hey.

Yes, all good.

Crying is good.

I think it's important to validate all your emotions.

I easily validate all my emotions six, seven, eight times a day.

Yes.

Could I maybe drop you off somewhere?

No ulterior motives, it's just…

in case you wanted to validate your emotions somewhere,

I don't know, where you don't freeze to death.

Okay.

Okay.

My Maica…

Don't leave Entrevías. We can't afford to lose pretty girls like you.

You can't leave.

Well, the girl thing was over a long time ago.

And the pretty thing, that's a matter of taste.

Well…

Here in Entrevías your emotions have been validated more than once.

You're such a smooth talker.

Of course.

Three drinks and I'm a smooth talker, what can I do?

Well…

-Well… -Thanks for everything, Ezequiel.

-It's been great knowing you. -You too.

All the best, my flower.

I like it when you call me that. We smoke flowers round here.

Don't cry, my Maica, don't cry, don't get melodramatic.

After the rain comes the sunshine.

And you strike me as ray of sunshine.

-Bye. -Bye.

Team, I want everyone wearing gloves.

What are you doing here?

Cleaning all this up. Look.

We've brought all this material.

We're helping you rebuild the foundation.

No, my boy… I can't pay you.

Oh my God. Where did you get all this?

Doesn't matter, Mom.

All that matters is you can get your project back on track.

-No, boys, I can't accept it. -It's been decided, Maica.

Why are you doing this?

Because we don't want you to leave.

Oh, my boy.

Boys, we're going to gather all this up and take it inside

until we finish cleaning up.

You're here too.

Yes, Mom.

My girl.

My Girl. My girl.

Hey, Víctor.

I'm your grandfather.

No, what the hell am I saying? I'm your great-grandfather, Tirso.

I know this is ridiculous.

You can't understand a word I say.

But your mom insisted I come to cheer you up.

So, let's get things straight from the start.

I don't like babies.

But it's not all bad, because you'll grow up

and then you and I will get on fine.

As long as you're not a layabout. Or a cretin. Or a gangster, of course.

As for the rest, just be yourself.

Unless you like tattoos,

or trashy music like your father, then maybe don't be yourself.

I have to speak to your mother about the surname,

because these days everyone changes everything.

You can change your nationality, your gender, why not change your surname?

Víctor Abantos.

That will open many doors for you.

And another thing…

The world is going to hell.

It gets worse every day.

And this neighborhood, forget about it.

Even so…

life is worth living.

So…

get out of there quickly, that's an order.

Get well, please.

And I promise I won't let you down again.

Whatever happens, whatever you do, I'll always be there for you.

You were right.

I'm leaving Entrevías.

The thieves are after the robbers, great.

Don't take this the wrong way, I don't know you, you might be new,

but I'm a colleague, bro.

I'm the hero on TV, pal.

Ezes, I'm starting tomorrow.

-Get out of the vehicle. -Hey, better be nice to me,

and I'll bring you some donuts when I come in tomorrow.

Just let me go, man.

Get out or I'll get you out.

Okay, I'll get out.

But you won't get any donuts. So what's up?

Open up the trunk.

-Why? -Open the fucking trunk.

I swear…

I'm a cop, man.

I'm starting tomorrow. Let's call the prec…

Put the phone down and open the fucking trunk! Move!

Didn't you hear me? Open the fucking trunk!

Come on, move it.

Hands on the car and don't move.

That shit's not mine, bro, it's not mine.

Requesting backup for an arrest on Guadiana Street.

That shit's not mine.

That shit's not mine, bro.

Who the hell called you? Nata's goons?

Know what? It was just a hunch. Guess what, it was right.

-Stop. -A hunch, no way.

Who the hell are you and why the hell are you doing this?

-I'm not going back inside! -Give me the gun and don't make it worse.

Shut your fucking mouth!

For the first time in my life I caught a break

and I'm not going to end up in prison because of you!

Who the hell are you?

-Who the hell are you? -Give me the pistol.

There's no way out of this.

Rats like me always find a way out.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Víctor's discharged. Going home.

IN THE NEXT EPISODE

I'd love to meet Víctor.

I'm gone two minutes and this lady's back in the family.

"Lady." That's the nicest thing you've called me in years.

Son of a bitch.

We may have a witness for the Linares murder.

Got you, son of a bitch.

If I go, that witch will worm her way into my family and I won't allow it.

I don't know if it's for love or for hate,

but clearly you'll do anything for that woman, but not for me.

I'll just be gone a while, until things calm down.

Let's liven things up a little.

Oh my God!

-Santi! -Santi's in there!

-Santi! -Fuck!

Bastards!

We have to call Tirso.

No, no-one's calling Tirso.

I'll follow them, but they'll see us.

Go in there.

They're coming this way and they're armed. Only one option left.

You're not turning yourself in.

Help!

Drop… Ezequiel.