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Boy, add some fuel to the fire!

It's cold, damn it.

-Nice fire, Eugenio. -Yeah.

Hey.

Uncle Rafael!

God bless you.

How are you?

Freezing to death, how do you want me to be?

Come on, sit down.

Where's that guy who came with you last time?

Dead.

May God rest his soul.

Things have been pretty rough since you came here, right?

Maybe someone gave me the evil eye, Uncle?

La Mari knows about that. Talk to her and ask her to take it away.

It's not La Mari who I need to help me.

I need you to help me.

Oh, the day has come.

It didn't take you long.

I need to put things in order.

To intimidate those gang members who think the hood is theirs.

The people I have in the police station…

That is not enough.

I need my people.

I get it.

You remember your people now. Do you also remember your cousin Sandro?

Yes…

I'm very sorry about what happened.

What happened to him was that he was shot in the head.

That's what happened to him.

They still haven't found the bastard who did it.

Sandro had many enemies.

He was family.

We can help you, Antonio…

But in exchange I want you to find the son of a bitch who killed your cousin.

I want you to do justice.

Count on it, man.

WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS

Holy shit… It's the flower man, girls!

Don't mess with me. Tell Gladys to come out.

Jesus Christ, right now you're the most pathetic thing

I've ever seen in my fuckin' life.

Really? There are no mirrors in this house?

Gladys!

Hey, it's too early for flowers,

it's time for chocolate and churros, right?

Don't you prefer a punch for breakfast?

-Gladys! -Don't call Gladys.

Don't call Gladys.

I've seen her face, she'll make you eat your flowers.

What do you want?

For starters, I want this one to go away.

-Out. -What a violent situation.

I'm sorry.

I'm allergic.

-To flowers? -No.

To violent macho men who lie to me, underestimate me and ditch me.

And then show up the next day with some flowers, as if I were stupid.

Gladys, please.

I know I didn't do the right thing yesterday, but my friends were in danger.

And why were your friends in danger, Tirso?

-Maybe because you sent them? -Me?

They are both grown-ups. They do what they want.

Well, maybe I… I pushed them a little bit into the mess.

You see? You're the one looking for trouble.

You just love playing soldiers, don't you?

Well, maybe you're right.

Maybe I've never stopped being a soldier.

But that's what I am.

Yes.

That's what you are.

I can't live with that anguish, Tirso.

The best thing to do is break up.

Gladys…

Tirso, how did it go?

Don't make excuses, we ran out of drugs. Do what you have to.

You mix it with caffeine, you do whatever you want.

But there are no drugs.

Don't fuck with me, Ribery.

Don't complain, you and I are fucked. What do you want?

The cops!

Freeze, police! Police, freeze!

Get them all out of there!

-Everyone out! -Freeze!

-Freeze, police! -Freeze, it's a raid!

-Nobody move. -We're not doing anything.

Move!

Let's go, for fuck's sake! Everybody inside.

-Get them out! -Get those little rats out of the burrow.

Get them all out there! Everybody out!

Get him!

-Police! -Don't touch me!

Watch out! The police are coming!

I know who the sons of bitches who stole our money are.

-I know how to get it back. The only-- -Look out!

-Run! The cops are coming! -Fuck me!

Tente!

-Police, freeze! -This is a raid!

-Everybody freeze! -Put your hands up!

Police!

Put your hands up, motherfucker!

I said put them up!

-Sir. -Get him in here.

I've already seen how things went here, how did it go elsewhere?

We have also entered the stash on Larga Street.

The Entrevías park

and the abandoned nightclub on Plasencia Street, over 30 detainees.

Then let's go to the police station.

And don't go easy with this riffraff.

If they get stupid, hit them hard.

Yes, sir. Let's go!

We are leaving, we gotta get going.

Now, I want you to get into this shithole, huh?

Don't let anybody get you out of here.

Do you hear? Nobody.

Tell your cousins to do the same with the other locations, understood?

Loud and clear. Come on, guys.

What is this? Don't tell me. Don't tell me.

Today is the day when children come to their parents' workplace.

Because this little punk has your little eyes. Huh, Irene?

A raid. It was the commissioner's idea.

Raids, great ideas.

It takes longer to do the paperwork for this riffraff,

than it does for the lawyer on duty to come and set you free.

Right, pretty girl?

I would hang the commissioner's balls as earrings.

National Police, Entrevías police station, how can I help you?

Yes.

Oh, excuse me, could you…

Could you repeat the name and tell me the time and the day

he was admitted to the ER because of this stabbing?

Shit.

Listen, Eze, I can't talk right now, I'll call you back, okay?

Don't hang up on me, it's very important, please.

I just got a call from the hospital.

Whenever there is a stab wound they have to notify us.

Awesome.

Yes.

It's exciting as hell

because two days ago a guy was admitted to the ER due to a stabbing.

Do you know who the birdy who was stabbed was?

I'm not in the mood for guessing right now.

Your buddy,

the puma panther cat, got stabbed and refused to file a complaint.

And by chance,

right now I have the rest of the birdies arrested at the police station.

Do you know what that means?

At this time, I'm not really in the mood to think.

It means that they fought for power inside the bird cage,

and that Pantera lost the leadership, he lost power.

It means that we now have a crack to enter through.

You're going to leave there quite horny, huh?

Everything good, Captain?

Great. Can't you tell?

I've been thinking about what could have happened to the money yesterday.

And I don't understand.

It was in the van.

And I swear I didn't touch it, huh?

I believe you, Sanchís, I believe you.

The problem is that those scumbags may think we have it.

We must be careful.

I'm with all eight senses alert, you know that.

But… this is getting us into so much trouble…

Yesterday… I was afraid.

There was a moment that I saw my life flash before my eyes.

Morning.

I'm off to the hardware store.

And the churros?

For you, let's see if they'll calm you down.

Here, Gladys.

Your paycheck.

-Pepe. -Tell me.

What's this?

There's money missing. A lot.

Not a penny is missing.

The problem is this month you've worked less than a congressman.

What do you mean?

My grandson was born and I couldn't go see him

because I've been locked up here frying pork rinds.

But on the day of Irene's false alarm you left work.

And the day she gave birth too.

Because the girl almost died, Pepe. And my grandson too.

And I suffered like everyone else, with my heart in my mouth.

But the agreement says nothing about taking the day off

if your daughter-in-law's dying.

I can't believe it.

The other day you spent the afternoon at the police station.

Because Tirso was shot.

Yeah… And does the agreement mention boyfriends getting shot? No.

Now, Gladys, don't look at me like that.

I would've liked to have been with him too. He's my friend.

But here I was at the bar. Ready for whatever.

After all I have worked here,

like a Black slave.

Not being able to see my grandson,

having your back every time you go on adventures,

serving beers all the time, when you know very well

that what my contract says is that I'm just a cook.

You have the balls to pay me this shit?

I insist, I'm paying as agreed.

You know what?

I'm out of here!

Move.

Hey, just because you get pissed off, I'm not going to give you the day off.

Getting pissed is not in the contract either.

Shove the contract up your ass, Pepe!

You're so cruel. Sexist.

Son of a bitch.

Hi.

About time.

What's the matter, a little shitty burn preventing you from putting on your pants

and coming to open the hardware store,

or were you just lazing around as usual?

Son, it's not a big deal.

If you get like this every time I insult you,

you'll blow all your pay on tissues.

Fanny left me.

Oh.

-And that's bad news, I guess. -Yes, Dad, yes, it is.

She's with someone else.

Are you serious?

That ferret-faced twit has seduced another?

Dad, you're talking about the mother of my kids.

Are you sure?

You don't know how long it's been going on.

Fuck, Dad…

I don't want to seem insensitive, Santi,

but if you're going to pay alimony,

it's important to know how many children you have.

Come on, Santi, don't lose heart.

You don't see it now,

but I assure you, you're going to be better off without that…

without that woman.

Son, you're not alone.

I am here, for whatever you need. Do you hear me?

-Can I stay at your place for the night? -Hell no.

Look, Santi, there are many people now at home.

There are no free beds.

Well, but there's a couch

and you often sleep at Gladys' house.

It's not the best time for that, really.

Besides, the baby… He won't stop crying.

You won't be sleeping much in that house.

Okay.

Come home, we'll manage.

Thanks.

Come on. Cheer up.

Hello.

Have we met?

I'm commissioner Romero,

your replacement at the Entrevías police station.

Pleased to meet you.

-How are things in the neighborhood? -How are things in here?

Well, you tell me. How can I help you?

There is a case you were not able to close and I would like to solve.

The murder of Sandro Salazar.

What do you need to know?

I have gone through the file, the videos, your notes,

and only one suspect was arrested.

Nelson Gutiérrez.

And why this sudden interest in reopening a cold case?

The family has pushed us.

Nobody should have to bury a son without knowing who did it.

We were never able to prove Nelson's guilt.

But he was the killer, right?

We couldn't prove it.

In your notes you mentioned an incriminating piece of evidence.

A sweatshirt he wore that looked like that of the murderer.

Inspector Ezequiel Fandiño found it.

There are thousands of sweatshirts like that.

And we couldn't analyze Nelson's, because it disappeared.

Ezequiel was in charge of that evidence? That bad apple.

And it disappeared?

And the case was closed due to this.

Yes.

It was a dead end, we couldn't prove anything.

Bullshit.

May I come in?

-You've been released. -Yes, thanks to you.

That commissioner was screwing you.

You know, in my experience with the police… they're all corrupt.

You know what the police say about NGO workers,

that you have a big mouth.

Forgive me. Sorry for my big mouth.

And these flowers are for having such a big and beautiful mouth.

It takes a lot of courage to help a person you don't know at all.

You know what?

I believe that you don't have to spend a lot of time with a person

to get to know them.

You just have to read their aura.

And yours is that of a good person.

Thanks a lot.

Besides, I'm going to claim the favor.

My God, how can people not see the use that is made of male bodies?

You wish.

I was thinking about you teaching a course.

Self-defense.

I'm sure you know about it.

You'd be an asset.

And once they're here,

I'll make sure they sign up for office automation,

mechanics and whatever else.

What do you say?

So we have a deal?

We have a deal.

Okay.

Come on in.

Where do I leave this?

Leave it in the living room.

We'll see where we can put your luggage later.

You hear?

I told you it's better sleeping in the park.

Nobody sleeps a wink here.

Take the day off, come on.

I'll take care of the hardware store.

Where are the feeding bottles?

No, that's worse. He doesn't suck at all.

When grandma came, she told me to open his palate…

But it doesn't work, I don't understand.

Your grandmother was here? In my house?

Who the hell let her in?

I did, Dad.

She wanted to meet her grandson and I invited her over.

Now you two are close friends, aren't you?

The old witch knows how to cast a spell on people.

She's no witch, Dad.

She's my mom, like it or not.

And yes… we're reconnecting.

Well, then reconnect in the fucking street.

That woman is not coming back in here. Is that clear to you?

Yes, Dad. Crystal clear.

And she's the one who gets angry, fuck me.

-What's wrong with you? -I can't stand it anymore.

What are you talking about?

I love him, I really love him, but I need him to shut up.

No wonder, I need it too and I've only been here for five minutes.

But he's a baby. They do these things.

That's why I don't like them. Víctor is beautiful, though.

I don't know how to be a mother.

I'm not good enough.

You were right.

Don't talk nonsense.

No one knows how to be a mother until they start doing it.

And it's not like you've had very good examples in your family…

I just feel alone.

I'm exhausted, worried, my whole body hurts.

It's not as I expected, not at all.

I feel terrible for thinking this way.

Well, we sure are screwed.

There, there.

Pantera!

Stop running for fuck's sake, man.

What do you want? Tente sent you, right?

So it was Tente who stabbed you.

And you'd love to get even with him, huh?

What do you know? Who the hell are you?

I am your fairy godmother, and I have come to fulfill your wishes.

Some chickpeas that will make you cry with joy.

Pepe, I could play marbles with them.

You know that you have to cook them first, don't you?

Well, well. The three Michelin Star chef is here.

Three stitches is what I need after biting into your damn chickpeas.

Don't eat them, you picky eater. I'll bring the second dish.

No, no need to. I'm not even hungry.

What's the matter?

Are you upset?

Santi is breaking up.

Wow. And that's bad?

It is for him.

And the girl… she's been depressed too. Since the baby was born.

Well, that's a hormone thing.

And to top it off, Gladys left me.

No shit! She left me too.

-What? -As a cook, I mean.

It's just that… she's a real pain in the ass, huh.

Yes… if you only knew… And stubborn.

As a mule. She always has to be right.

And she screams a lot… until she gets her way.

She won't shut up even in her sleep.

I only have to put up with her during working hours.

But that said…

she's right in almost everything she says.

Look at me.

My family in shambles

and me playing soldiers like a moron.

And how she cooks. It's a joy to see her do that.

She fills the bar with people just from the smell coming out of the door.

I don't know what to do without her.

You are right.

I need to talk to that woman.

Swallow my pride and move on.

You are right, Pepe.

Pride is worthless.

No…

From now on I'm going to devote myself body and soul to my family.

I'm leaving.

Wait, eat the dessert, huh?

The flan is store-bought, I didn't cook it myself.

Well, it says it's homemade.

They must have made it at somebody's home.

They haven't made it in an open air field, right?

Pepe is an exploiter.

And he's fat!

-Fucking sexist! -And bald!

Well, being bald is not his fault, but yes.

He must have done something to get bald!

I want to see how he's going to manage now without me in the kitchen.

Because the greasy food he used to serve there,

even the pigs wouldn't eat that.

People went to the bar to eat your food. That's for sure.

You know what?

I should open my own catering business. That's it.

Well, that's a great idea! Yes.

-You think so? -Sure!

You don't need anyone to succeed. No one.

You have to empower yourself. Find your own future.

Well, you know, I could…

I don't know, set up my own food delivery business.

-Right. -And I can cook here, at home.

-Here in… in my kitchen? -Of course!

Right. But I also have to tell you something, huh?

The way life is now… I don't know… You can't turn down permanent contracts.

Besides, you looked very happy at the bar.

Well, not that happy.

Who is it?

The fat, bald, sexist, exploiter man.

You've always had a way with nicknames… Huh?

-What do you want? -I have come to make peace.

I bring you this.

It's the money that was missing from the last paycheck.

Plus a 10% pay raise.

I also brought you this.

Aren't those the flowers

that have been lying on the landing all day, Pepe?

How do you like the envelope? Huh?

-Happy? -It is an improvement.

So what? You're back… to being my cook?

-Okay. -That's the way I like it.

You're back in the fold.

You've been really silly lately.

Excuse me?

I'm glad you recognize that you were wrong.

I recognize that without your cooking, the bar is lost.

Just like you know that if I didn't give you a job,

you'd be lost too.

Begging for doorways to mop.

-This is a win-win situation, Gladys. -Fuck you, Pepe!

And take your fucking money!

You are miserable.

But, Gladys…

Fuck. Damn it…

Here. Fuck.

Nice office, very cozy.

Yes, it's a Swedish interior design, less is more.

Please sit down.

Hey, listen…

If you're coming for Gladys, don't worry, I'm not planning on hooking up with her

until she's absolutely over your breakup.

I didn't come here because of Gladys.

I came because I know

who the son of a bitch was who tried to shoot me twice

and set fire to my hardware store.

Rosa…

Rosa, could you sweep some other time and some other place?

Don't look. People should wear their panties…

at work. There should be a fucking law.

Let's see, who?

Who tried to kill you?

Who tried to make you push up daisies?

A brat, they call him Tente.

He told me so himself. To my face.

And you didn't smash his head in on the spot?

You're getting old, hardware man.

I would rather report it.

And do things right.

No, you're doing this because…

Gladys is mad as hell at you, and…

sex sells, right, hardware man?

The thing is, that brat…

he might think that we have something that belongs to him

and he might want to come and get it.

So, uh… are you going to stop him or not?

Tirso…

I just joined here and I can't arrest a brat or whoever…

I need evidence,

an eyewitness, the gun he shot you with…

That's the way the world works now.

You pump your own gas, assemble your own furniture

and solve your own crimes.

That's the way the world works, right now it's your word against his.

If you want to get rid of him,

you will have to do it by your own means, but of course…

since Gladys is scary as hell…

It's up to you now.

If you do nothing and that piece of shit shoots me,

Gladys will blame it on you.

Damn, well played, hardware man, well played.

Then you know what to do.

Well played, hardware man.

What's he doing?

What's up, Grandpa? Are you comfortable or what?

What are you doing here?

I'm here enjoying some fresh air in front of the door to my place.

You're really something, aren't you?

It seems to me that this place is not yours.

Now it is.

This place is mine. Mine.

And the one in the park and the one on Larga Street, too.

If any of you come around here…

I'll slit your throats!

You've heard him, right?

Motherfuckers.

Get lost.

-Out. -So that's how it works now, is it?

Okay.

You'll regret this, I swear. This place is ours.

-Come on, big boy. -Big boy? You will hear from the big boy…

There…

-What a shame. -Let's see…

What's wrong with my little baby?

That's what I'd like to know, he won't stop crying.

Oh, let's see, come on, let me.

Hello, my love.

Oh my God, how happy I am,

you're finally going to stay with Grandma, I'm free to cuddle you.

Hey, do you have the breast milk bottle?

Yes, it's in the fridge.

He didn't suckle this morning, so I had to pump some milk.

Well then, go get it. He's staying with his grandmother tonight.

-Yes. -No, Gladys, really.

Thank you very much, but no, you won't sleep a wink all night.

Well, that's precisely why.

You need to spend some time without listening to him.

Do you? Yes, my love.

Besides, you have plans tonight.

Plans?

Get ready. We're going out for dinner.

There, there my love. There.

Oh, my God I'm so happy. Oh, my…

Who's going to sleep with the Cuban grandmother today, huh?

Who's going to sleep with the best one?

Yes, my love. There…

Gladys…

-Uh… can we have a word? -No.

I have to look after my grandson.

I just wanted to tell you that you were right.

My family needs me.

They are lost.

They need me to be with them. To talk to them.

Help them.

And that's what I plan to do.

Thank you for opening my eyes.

You are welcome.

Jimena, daughter, can we talk? About your mother.

No, there's nothing to say. I know what you think of her.

Don't worry, she'll never set foot in this house again.

Where are you going? To see your mother?

I don't think I have to explain to you what I do outside your goddamn place.

-Bye. -Jimena… Listen…

Damn, Jimena.

Irene, are you there?

Do you want to talk?

I know you're very upset, that you're having a hard time.

I understand that all of this isn't easy for anyone, but…

Damn! You look good, don't you?

Yes, Gladys is looking after the baby and…

Nelson invited me to dinner.

Well…

Well, I'm very glad that you got over your bad feeling so easily.

-Ready? -Yeah, let's go?

Where's your uncle Santi?

There. He is feeling very bad.

Let's go.

Hey, Santi, son… Are you okay?

-Do you want to talk? -No, Dad.

You are not okay or you don't want us to talk?

Neither. Look, I want to be alone, okay?

Good night.

Hey, Santi…

I know you're not going through your best time, but…

It's just that I sleep there now.

Santi?

They played us, guys.

Those sons of bitches played us!

We have to get into those apartments no matter what.

No matter what! They are ours.

Look, kid.

Don't you realize that we have neither guns nor bullets? We're screwed!

Yes, you are really screwed.

In two days you've lost your money,

your drug supplier, and your apartments.

What a fucking mess, huh?

Who the hell are you?

-She is with me. -Surprise.

Panterita. What are you doing here?

Haven't you had enough, or what?

What about you? Don't you get tired of making a fool of yourself?

Here's the money you lost for being an asshole.

-Where the fuck did you get this from? -You have no clue about the neighborhood.

I got your money.

-And a new drug supplier. -Who?

Me!

Hey! What are you doing?

Huh? What are you doing?

What are you going to do? Huh, kiddo? What are you going to do with this?

It's time to fucking choose. You're either with us or you're with him.

-Come on! What? -What?

Guys. Let's go.

You are pieces of shit. Fucking pieces of shit!

Get lost!

This is not going to end like this, you sons of bitches!

I swear on my cousin's memory.

Fuck off, damn it!

-Thanks. -Thanks.

Are you sure you don't mind if we go home?

No, don't worry.

You were already falling asleep over the pizza.

-Look, you got a slice of pepperoni. -Really?

Here on your forehead.

Oh, the pizza.

Do you know why I asked you out to dinner?

Because… I wanted to ask you something, but you didn't give me time to do it.

I'm sorry. What did you want to tell me?

Well, I found out today my salary at the foundation

and… it's a lot more than I thought.

-Really? -Yes.

And now, well, we can have our house, our life, and…

And I wanted to ask you something.

Will you marry me?

Marry you?

Uh… Well, I thought that…

I don't know what I was thinking, really.

Oh, no, no, sorry.

I've been too rude.

No, it's just that I'm not sleeping and I don't control what I say, but…

I don't know, it just sounded so… so old-fashioned to me, right?

Yes. I think the same way. I think it was a bit old-fashioned that…

"Will you marry me?" thing.

It's not trendy anymore, really.

In fact, the ring, fuck it, that's it.

-What are you doing? -Nothing.

It's a cheap ring from the Chinese bazaar, don't worry.

My mom had it at home.

Forget it, Irene. Forget it.

Nelson…

Are you okay?

Yes.

I'm, uh… I'm great.

I'm great, you were right.

I lost my mind a little bit with this marriage thing and all, and…

Then why do I have the feeling that you are not okay?

It's just that I know what people in the neighborhood think,

what the guys are saying, that, of course…

we are the rich girl and the poor devil who accidentally got pregnant.

But no, Irene. It's not like that.

You are the love of my life.

That day when I got home and found you lying there bleeding,

I thought something had happened to you and Víctor.

And if something bad had happened to you, I would never have gotten over it. Never.

You are my family.

My driving force, my purpose, my reason for being.

I just wanted people to know and that's it.

But we are okay like this, right?

Nelson…

I will.

What?

Yes, I will marry you.

I love you.

I love you.

Hey, how about you go get the ring before someone else takes it?

You're right. Wait.

Look, it's great. It's great, huh?

I'm bringing you something great to celebrate.

Four beers.

Great plan.

Cheap beer while I freeze my pussy out here,

the life of luxury you promised me, right?

No, look, swimming in champagne is overrated.

I tell you from experience.

Drink. For our great plan, which is going fantastic, drink.

Don't declare victory…

That shitty brat, Tente, is going to screw us up

and I'm warning you.

We should get rid of him.

Oh my, my little butterfly…

You're not the first person to tell me that today, huh.

It was Tente who shot the hardware man, he's got it in for him.

Fuck, then why don't you just charge him

with attempted murder or some shit like that?

Tente is clever.

And I can't prove it, I have nothing against him.

The gun hasn't shown up. What do you want? What do you want?

He has to keep it safe

because they don't have a lot of guns, I'm telling you.

Very good, smart-ass, very good. What can we do? What can we do then?

How can we find a needle and a gun in a haystack?

How can we do it?

Well, smart-ass just had a great idea.

Irene. What happened? Is everything okay?

Yes, everything is okay, calm down.

Damn, you scared the shit out of me.

How are you? How was dinner?

Oh, I'm so happy.

My kids are getting married, I'm so excited.

Hey, is the baby okay?

The baby is perfect.

-Really? -He has been asleep for a while.

I gave him a bottle, he burped,

I cuddled him a little bit and he fell asleep.

I think that… I don't know, since about 9 p.m. or so.

-Since 9 p.m.? -Yes

He is a little angel.

He's Grandma's puppy, I'm crazy about him.

You go to sleep peacefully, my love, it's all right, okay?

-Okay. -Come on, enjoy and rest.

Thanks.

Yes, good night.

Dad?

Dad, wake up.

What the hell are you all doing here?

Watching me drool?

I don't know, the kids want to tell us something.

So, you slept comfortably, did you?

I barely slept at all.

You have to be kidding me.

So, what's so important that it can't wait for coffee?

Family…

We're getting married.

No! Really?

Congratulations.

Oh, I'm so happy!

Oh, I'm so excited! Where's the ring?

I have nicer nuts at the hardware store.

If that's the best you have to offer my granddaughter, it's a bad start.

Nelson wants to buy me a better one, but I like this one.

Yes, he better not spend too much.

Knowing the parties that these panchitos throw,

he'll need a lot of muggings to pay for the wedding.

Grandpa…

Oh, my… If you think for a moment that I'm going to pay for it,

you drank too many beers yesterday.

Relax, don't worry.

I'm going to pay for it myself with my salary.

Your salary?

You're still working for the witch?

-Hey… Listen, Grandpa… -No, "listen, Grandpa" my ass.

You only want me here to scrounge my house,

sleep in my bed and eat my food.

But nobody pays a damn bit of attention to what I say!

Dad, wait. Where are you going?

To open the hardware store!

So I can feed you all.

Busy!

I can't even pee in my own house anymore.

-Hello? -Hi.

-It's me. -Amanda?

I need you to come and see me.

Can you do it?

Sure.

Is everything all right?

Yes.

But I need to see you.

I'll be there.

With a touch of brandy.

What's that woman doing sticking flyers in front of my bar?

Well, she must have lost her cat.

She's up to something, I'm telling you.

Keep an eye on the bar. And if anyone comes in, you serve them.

Hey… Leaving your friends with the drag

when you feel like it, is that also included in the agreement?

He sure has some nerve.

LATIN FOOD AT HOME

"The best Cuban and Colombian food at your home… at the best price."

I fucking knew it.

-Hi. -Hi.

I'm glad you came.

The last time we saw each other it was a little bit…

I don't know.

I love it when you call me.

Has something happened?

Is there any news about the trial? It's next week, isn't it?

I can still call the lawyer.

Jimena, I didn't call you to talk about the trial or… or about us.

Things are the same between you and me as they were the last time we spoke.

Right…

So?

Someone has come to see me.

The new commissioner in Entrevías.

He wants to reopen a case that Ezequiel and I once handled.

The murder of Sandro Salazar.

You have to warn Ezequiel about this.

And why didn't you ask Ezequiel to come himself?

I also needed to see you.

Bye, Jimena.

Now that you have a job and a good salary,

you should get an apartment for once and for all, shouldn't you?

Well, what a coincidence, I like this one.

La Moraleja. Eclectic, minimalist. 2,500 square meters…

Seven toilets!

That's a lot of pooping, isn't it, Mrs. Alicia?

A lot of toilets to clean, huh.

This neighborhood is a shame.

Can you believe the flyers didn't even last half an hour on the street?

Well, you'll have to talk to Pepe,

because the kitchen here… it's not big enough.

I wouldn't talk to Pepe even if I were dead.

Come on, I'm going to open that business,

Or my name is not Gladys Nidia de la Caridad.

Yes, honey, but you're missing one small detail:

you don't have any customers!

-Right. -Gladys Míriam.

-Nidia! -My friend Maica.

My friend Maica is looking for…

She's looking for people to manage the… her foundation's catering,

I'll talk to her if you want.

"Your friend Maica"?

My friend Maica.

You have a lot in common,

my friend Maica and you.

The two exes of that hardware man.

Because, of course, you both realized that he was a piece of shit.

I don't know…

I don't see myself working for her.

No, don't do that.

If Tirso finds out, he'll be as mad as a wet hen.

Well, look… now it doesn't seem like such a bad idea.

I'll see her this very afternoon.

-I'll open the door. -Oh…

Let's see that wet hen…

-Oh, my. -Tirso.

Ezequiel. I need to talk to you.

What do you mean, the case has been reopened?

So what can we do?

Well…

Stay calm, don't make any mistakes.

Especially you. Don't make any mistakes, Nelson.

That commissioner is the king of all dirty tricks, and…

And if he comes after you and he doesn't have any evidence,

he'll make it up.

I've got to go.

Make no mistakes, Nelson.

Well, don't worry.

Don't worry, everything will be fine.

We'll get married, we'll be happy…

And no one will ruin this moment, I promise you that.

Víctor.

Hey, Santi, I'm looking for some paint

to cover the burnt wall out there and there isn't any.

-Really? -Yes.

And there's no plaster, no sponges, no water-plaster…

Have we sold them? Because the math doesn't add up.

No. Well, it's, uh…

It's just that…

We haven't sold it.

So? Where the hell is everything?

You see, uh…

Dad, before I answer you,

I want you to remember

that I am going through one of the worst moments of my life.

That I'm very, very sensitive and that…

That one of your monumental rants

could put the nail in the coffin with my self-esteem.

Where are the materials, Santi?

I gave them to Mom.

-To fix her foundation. -What?

-What are you talking about? -Dad, remember my self-esteem.

I can't even get angry anymore.

Shit!

You're hard to find, huh?

Hey, easy.

Why aren't you sleeping at home?

What the hell do you want?

Well, you see, I think it's a shame that you left the gang.

Because I think you're the only one of those little shits with two balls.

So, first you screw up my life and now you're complimenting me?

What the fuck is your deal?

I am a practical person.

A person who knows what she needs and I need you to be the leader again.

-What about Pantera? -Pantera is a dead man if you want.

But first I need you to cut all your crap.

About avenging your cousin. That's enough.

Not until the old fucker who killed her is underground.

What are you waiting for to kill him?

Do you have a gun?

When you're done with that guy, you come back. Okay?

Good.

Well… I think it's a wonderful idea.

Really?

You'd trust me to cook the kids' meals?

Of course.

We are female entrepreneurs. Empowered women.

Besides, you're Nelson's mom, it's all in the family.

Girl… welcome.

Excuse me, Maica. You have a visitor.

-Excuse me for a moment, my flower. -Yes, sure. Of course.

Tirso?

What are you doing here?

Very nice renovation.

And very cheap, isn't it?

Since I paid for it…

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about how in the dream world you live in,

maybe you don't pay for things, but in this neighborhood you do.

And all the materials you've used here

have come out of my hardware store for free.

I had no idea.

I thought people had put money in or… How should I know?

I am very sorry.

I'll pay you back every penny. As soon as I can.

Great. Now in addition to being a hardware dealer, I'm a loan shark.

Damn Santi, what a mess he's made.

Don't be hard on him.

He's breaking up.

He's already told you, of course. Surely before he told me.

He needed to talk.

All that stuff with Fanny… It's been very hard.

Since you have experience in leaving your husband for another man…

Tirso…

-I didn't leave you for another man. -No, of course…

Gustavo… he was my imagination. A hologram.

No. Gustavo was real.

-But there was never anything between us. -What are you talking about?

You cheated on me and ran off with him.

Gustavo is gay.

He always has been.

But I knew that the only way for me to leave

without you causing me too much trouble was to

hurt your pride.

So I lied to you.

You have been the only love of my life, Tirso.

I am so sorry for hurting you so much.

You didn't hurt me.

You did me a favor.

I've been happier without you.

Gladys! Wait!

-What are you doing here? -That's none of your business.

Please stop avoiding me.

Tell me what I can do to make you forgive me.

Nothing, Tirso. You can't do anything.

I swear I will never touch a gun again.

Not until they mess with your kids, your granddaughter

or your cousin from Cuenca. We know each other, Tirso, please.

So, that's it?

This is the end?

Well, it's just… Maybe this shouldn't have even started, you know?

What are you talking about?

Well, you and I are from very different worlds, Tirso.

That problem has always been present.

Like an elephant in the room.

Maybe you should be with someone… different.

Someone like her, for example.

-Like Maricarmen? -Yes.

She's much more educated, she's more prepared…

She knows you, she has experience of being married to a soldier.

You'll probably end up together, I know.

Love is not an affinity contest.

You love who you love, and that's it.

And I love you.

Wow…

You never told me that before.

Too bad it's so late, Tirso.

Yes, tell me.

The little fish is going to take the bait right now.

The phone, the car…

What is it?

Mom.

It's a miracle that you're so quiet. Are you okay?

Me? I'm great.

I couldn't be happier.

My kids are finally getting married.

I'm so looking forward to this wedding…

I'm going to be so stunning…

I'm going to make even the priest doubt.

No, we're having a courthouse wedding, remember?

Oh, well, the judge then.

By the way, did you call?

Yes, I talked to them and they had availability on the 20th,

so I said yes.

-20th of what? -Of this month.

What do you mean this month?

Nelson, are you crazy? We can't get married so soon.

We don't have anything ready.

-The restaurant-- -My love, don't worry.

The only important thing is that we are in this together.

That's it.

The simpler, the more romantic it is.

Well, great, we'll wear swimsuits and order pizza.

I like that idea.

Look, shut up now, I'm starting to get a little sick, huh?

We just have so many things to organize.

Look, we could go to the hairdresser's and make an appointment.

-Okay? -Okay, yeah.

-Here you are. -Okay.

-Okay. -Okay, and find a restaurant.

Pepe's bar doesn't work for me, okay?

Pepe's bar, over my dead body.

Keep that in mind. Let's go. Come on.

Take care.

Nelson.

Nelson Gutiérrez.

I'm commissioner Romero.

I wanted to talk to you about the murder of Sandro Salazar.

I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry.

I already testified at the time, I have nothing to say.

I want you to look me in the eye and tell me you didn't kill him.

If you want to question me, summon me, and I will gladly go with my lawyer.

No…

I just want you to look me in the eye

and tell me that you didn't kill him.

Although I warn you, if you lie to me, I'll know it.

I have nothing to say. Excuse me.

Confirmed.

It was you.

Get in the car.

Why?

Because I say so.

Nelson!

-What happened? -They took Nelson!

What do you mean they took Nelson?

Nelson!

What's the matter? You seem very depressed.

I've come from the foundation.

Today I lost 2,000 euros worth of material.

And what's worse, I lost a girlfriend.

Well, today I lost a cook.

That seems less important,

but in the long run that's much more than 2,000 euros.

Look at the bar. It's empty.

Tirso!

They took Nelson.

What do you mean they took Nelson?

The girl saw some guy force him into a car at gunpoint and…

I've called the police and nobody's answering.

Nobody listens to me, and I'm looking for Ezequiel

and I can't find him anywhere and I don't know what to do.

Please, I know I've asked you a billion times,

but right now I don't care.

Bring him back alive, please.

Please.

Yes. I'll bring him back, I promise.

Pepe, give me the shotgun.

What was the car like?

It was…

It was black and the girl wrote down the license plate.

Wait for me here.

Wait for me here.

-Hey, hey, you. -Damn it!

-You didn't pay the fare. -You're a pain in the ass.

This is the third time I've told you I'm a cop.

And I'm a green beret! You're not moving until you pay me.

I have to walk into that hardware store

and tell a person his life is in danger.

I'm a cop, damn it!

That's a fake badge!

Here, I'm coming with you.

No, stay here. Call the people in the neighborhood.

Ask them to look for that car.

Tirso…

I love you too, my love.

Thanks.

Fuck, the damn kid in my car.

Hey, come on, let's follow that kid!

-It's a matter of life and death. -You've seen too many movies.

Get a vehicle for hire. I don't want any trouble!

Trouble…? I'm calling your cab! I call for your cab.

Nobody touches my cab!

-I'll drive it myself! -Follow that car now!

Go!

Go!

I bring you Sandro's murderer.

Why is he here… and not in jail?

This guy is a friend of a policeman.

A scumbag who made all the evidence against him disappear.

But he's the man you're looking for.

Come on, take him to the stake.

Here's the key. He's handcuffed.

Let me go!

Hello?

The car you are looking for has been seen entering the Moro neighborhood.

Okay.

I'm on my way.

It's a blue BMW, license plate 3273,

an armed and dangerous suspect.

Hurry up, buddies.

I'll leave your cell phone here.

You take my cab, my cell phone…

I'd better not introduce you to my wife.

Speed up, we can't lose him.

Speed up, I am a policeman, you can go as fast as you want.

Just don't lose him.

And then I get caught by the local police and who pays the fine, you?

Jesus Christ, if I'd known, I'd have stolen a fucking bike.

Well, you should have stolen it, buddy.

Murderer! We're gonna kill you!

Son of a bitch.

We're gonna kill you, move…

I'm gonna kill you.

Bastard!

-I'll smash your head in! -Move!

I'll kill you!

You!

Piece of shit!

I'll kill you!

-Son of a bitch! -Come on.

Move, faggot.

Bastard!

I'm not going in there.

That neighborhood is very dangerous, got it?

Fuck, I can't lose him!

I'm a cop! He's dangerous! He's armed!

-Go! -Yes, I know, he's armed!

I heard you talking to your mates. But I'm not going in there.

Get out and follow him on foot, damn it!

Stop it!

Stop it.

Bring him to me.

What the hell is he doing here?

Freeze, motherfucker!

Drop the shotgun!

Fucking drop it on the floor!

You are a murderer.

And a coward.

You should have killed me when you had the chance.

Huh?

Yes. I should have.

Get out of the cab.

Fuck you. Shoot me if you want, let's see if you've got the balls.

-Get…! -Shit.

Don't move, son of a bitch.

It's very easy to murder someone, isn't it?

But we are not like you.

Come on, get out of here.

Get out of the neighborhood and never come back.

You are banished from Entrevías.

If one of my people sees you here again, you're a dead man.

Do you understand?

Yes.

What?

You're letting him go?

Who do you think we are, murderers?

Animals like him?

My people want justice,

not revenge.

There is no worse prison… than the one a man carries inside.

And you know it.

Come on, everybody go home!

Let's go.

Show me your hands.

Where the hell are you going?

To get Nelson.

You should be dead.

You walked away.

For the moment, because if you say a word about me…

I'll be the one to kill you.

Nelson!

You okay?

Let's get out of here.

Nelson, are you more or less okay?

He's alive. That's what matters.

Let's get out of here.

Wouldn't you rather have your own bar?

IN THE NEXT EPISODE

Get out of here and never come back.

If I get those people out of your shop, how much would you rent it to me for?

They had enough weapons to start a war.

They weren't gangsters, but they had everything.

If those weapons hit the streets…

They've seen the weapons, take them out now.

I have to leave the baby with Grandpa.

This walking thing is a pain in the ass, huh?

You really like it or you don't complain because you can't talk yet?

I leave to give you some space

and you take advantage of it to bring this one behind my back?

The judge has been very clear.

The foundation or a probation center.

Don't touch me!

I'm getting out of here.

In exchange, I won't stick this pen in your eye.

Murderer!

The divorce papers. I don't understand anything, Dad.

Santi is going to kill himself!

He left a note here, I don't know, it's a goodbye letter!

What?

Hey.

I said I would kill you and here I am.