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-No fucking way! -What is it, Zacarías?

The gang members, Uncle. We have to get out of here.

Bastards.

-What the hell is going on? -We've been surrounded.

Uncle, get down, they have a gun!

Uncle Rafael, don't get out!

Hey! Who are you?

Have you come to kill me?

Here I am.

I smell fear.

What's the matter, are you scared of a blind, unarmed old man?

Fucking shoot if you're a man!

We just came to warn you.

Get the hell out of our places

or I'll put the next bullet in your old fart's forehead.

Okay.

WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS

Nelson?

Why do you wake up so early every day, love?

Are you all right?

I have you both by my side.

How can I not be all right?

Don't worry, rest.

Had I known that this would become Mercamadrid,

I would have slept on my couch.

Oh, my love, sorry. But I am taking orders.

Are you cooking for the foundation's cheapskates

or are you going to end world hunger on your own?

Well, today is the first day I'm delivering food to them

and I don't want them to be hungry.

Oh, I see.

And how does Alicia feel about having to participate in a scavenger hunt

to get into her kitchen?

Well…

Gladys, instead of cooking for that rabble

wouldn't you rather have your own bar?

Your own business.

No bosses, not depending on orders from that…

From nobody, I mean…

What do you think?

Of course I'd love to.

But you forget one little big detail. What money do I set up the business with?

Well… We would have to find a place that is not too expensive.

I could help you with the rent.

I know you don't like me working for Maica.

But that's the way it is. And that's okay.

Besides, that woman does a very nice job for those kids.

Yes, she looks after them as if they were her own children.

Oh, no, wait, she abandoned her own.

Okay, now. That's it.

Stop sulking, it's too early in the morning.

-It's just that… -A cup of coffee?

-No, I'm going to take a shower. -Is a little kiss better?

I'm going to have breakfast at home.

I give them their space,

but they won't get their inheritance while I'm still alive.

Oh, my God.

You've never danced in your life.

What are you talking about? Please.

I'm the one who brought break dancing to this neighborhood.

No way, that was Julia, the girl you liked.

Because we did a choreography together.

You've seen how Irene dances, right?

Well, come on, she inherited it from her uncle.

Well, I used to dance. Now with the baby I only dance when I have to pee.

-What about you, Mom? Don't you dance? -Me?

Oh, please, I am as clumsy as a bear.

Once in Uganda I started dancing and they thought I was possessed.

What the hell are you doing here?

I leave to give you space

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

I only came because the baby was feeling sick.

I asked her to come.

Víctor is feeling a bit gassy and she has some drops that work great.

But don't worry, I'm leaving.

I'm late. Be careful with that little head.

You're always late.

In this family you arrived 20 years late, to be exact.

Goodbye, kids.

Goodbye, Tirso.

There, there.

I'm going to have breakfast at the bar.

I don't want to ruin your happiness with my mere presence.

Dad…

Good morning, Tirso.

Today I have on offer an astronaut's breakfast:

eggs with chorizo, that will take you to the moon and back.

You say that because it makes you fart hard, right?

I'll have a black coffee.

I'm not hungry.

Is something wrong, Captain?

Maricarmen. She's gotten away with it.

When she arrived here she only had one idea in her mind:

to get into my house and steal my family.

And she's gotten away with it. She got deep inside.

You should have seen how they treated her.

They looked like a happy family.

Everyone laughs at her and tells her about their problems.

Even the baby stops crying in her arms.

Well, she's a nice woman.

-In my humble opinion. -She's a stickler for detail.

One day she sees you cutting lemons with a rusty knife

and then she shows up with this masterpiece.

And she always asks me about my mother.

-And also-- -Well, that's enough.

Do you prefer her too? Then I'm not coming back, and that's it.

Look, Tirso, it's not that we prefer her.

We are only telling the truth. The woman is nice.

And because she's nice she wins, right?

In this life if you're handsome or you're nice, you're halfway there.

And she is both. Of course, people like her.

And people don't like me?

I thought you took that for granted.

We love you the way you are.

But you are always angry.

You never smile.

-What do you mean I never smile? -Never.

I haven't seen your teeth in 20 years.

Nor do you have kind words.

However, Maica always has kind words for us.

You guys want me to have kind words for you?

Well, all right, fine. Listen carefully.

Go fuck yourselves!

You see? You're not nice.

And he's taken my coffee.

Of course, I haven't gotten him any coffee.

I won't disturb him. I'll get you another one.

Uncle Rafael.

-Wha… What a pleasure to see you. -Right.

-How are you? -I'm pissed off. How do you want me to be?

Let's go to my office, we'll be more comfortable there.

Stay there, it's okay.

What brings you here?

Last night they came after me.

What do you mean?

-Who? -Who?

The kids who owned the stash houses. Those bastards don't respect anything.

-And they're armed. -Well…

We have them on file. They're just kids with a couple of guns.

So they might have… only a couple of guns, but they also kill.

Don't worry.

I'll give you something to defend yourself.

Whoever has the guns controls the 'hood.

And yours are on their way.

Fuck those weapons, damn it!

We squatted in the stash houses to do you a favor.

And so those kids wouldn't sell drugs.

I told you, we're not murderers.

Really?

They're just to defend yourselves.

Okay.

If anything happens to my people… it will be your fault.

That's all I have to say.

Kid! Let's go!

Let's go.

Good to see you, Uncle.

Good morning, son, how are you?

Well, I'm organizing the screws.

Is something wrong with your face? You look strange.

Well, I'm fine, uh… What about you?

It's just that we haven't talked much about your stuff lately.

About your separation and so on. So, uh… How's it going?

I am not okay.

I feel empty.

I feel like life has given me a slap in the face that…

That I didn't deserve, to be honest, Dad.

Because I have done my best. For Fanny, for my children, for my family…

And suddenly I find myself in a very unfair situation

in which I can't fight…

-Dad, are you listening to me? -Yes.

The thing is that I feel lost, disoriented, because…

It's not nice to have to move back to your father's house.

If you're just saying that because you took my bed, don't worry.

You can stay as long as you need.

But come on, you…

I mean… You have your own house, Santi.

As far as I know, you bought the house where you were living.

Yes, well, but now Fanny is there with the kids.

Yes, I know, but…

Why do you have to be the one to leave the house?

Dad, what are you trying to say to me?

You have to fight for what is yours, Santi.

You have to get it back.

You… you think so?

An Abantos never gives up.

They fight for what they want.

Well, you're right, Dad.

-I'll get her back. -Great.

Sure I will.

The thing is, after everything that's happened…

I don't know what to do to seduce her again, you know?

The house, you idiot. To get the house back.

What do I care about the house

if I don't have the love of my life by my side?

Let's see, Santi. I'm trying to be nice to you,

but you look silly, really.

That woman is not going to go back to you.

Because she's a shrew who's taking advantage of you

to live like a princess while she's banging someone else.

Holy shit, Dad. You didn't have to put it that way.

Yes, I had to. If I didn't, you wouldn't wake up.

Okay, Dad. Okay.

I'll talk to her. You happy now?

Oh, excuse me.

Excuse me, you're Judge Tabarnero, right?

You are prettier than in the pictures. Did anyone ever tell you that?

Excuse me, who are you…?

Oh, yes, sorry. I'm Maica. From the Go Ahead Entrevías Foundation.

-A pleasure. -Likewise.

I am here because I am very interested in the case of Vicente Ruíz.

-The boy who has just been tried. -Well, I think you're a little late.

I just sent him to the probation center.

-We're done now. -Oh, no…

You are wrong, this has just started.

I beg your pardon?

I say… Tente's problem won't be fixed that way.

Sending that kid to a center won't solve anything in his life.

What do you mean?

I mean…

sending that kid to a probation center is…

It's like sweeping the dust under the rug.

When he turns 18, what then? We just throw him out on the street?

No job.

No education.

No future.

He'll go back to crime.

I am very sorry that you do not like our judicial system.

But that's the way it is.

Well, that's up to you.

There are other options.

The boy could spend the day with us

and come back to the center just to spend the night.

At our foundation he'll learn a trade.

And we'll try to make him happy.

What do you say, Your Honor?

Do we give Tente a chance?

A chance to lead a normal life.

Yes?

I've been thinking and you might be right.

Wait a minute.

Did you just say someone, who isn't you, is right?

I have to be more detail-oriented. And nicer to people.

I've already started with Santi.

I've given him advice, nice words, but…

I don't know, I can't get the knack of it, I feel like an idiot with…

Relax a little bit… there.

-There, there. -Charge me for the beer, Pepe.

Man, Aníbal.

You've been missing lately, dude.

How you doin', Tirso?

You are right. I was in town, but my brother-in-law called me,

some squatters have broken into my shop.

I came to see what's going on.

-Into the upholstery shop? -Yeah.

And you haven't filed a complaint to the police?

Yes, I have, but they told me there was nothing to be done.

I'll be damned.

-Well. -Whatever.

-See you later. -Okay.

-See you around. -See you.

-Bye. -Bye, Aníbal.

-Damn… -Quite a drag, huh?

I loved his shop.

I tried to buy it.

The best place in the neighborhood to set up a bar.

But that bastard got it before I did.

Aníbal!

What's up, Tirso?

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

You want to rent my shop?

A friend of mine wants to open a business.

Man, well… As long as she pays my expenses…

The place will be better with her than with that rabble, don't you think?

-Do we have a deal? -We do.

If you want to stay here, you have to fill out that form.

What's this shit about?

This shit? It's about saving you.

And keeping you out of the probation center,

which is a pain in the ass.

Hey!

Nobody asked you to save me from anything.

Hey, please calm down. I just want to help you.

Do you want me to become an asshole like all these people?

Learn to play the guitar and take a course in mechanics?

You'll do whatever you want to.

What I want to do is get out of here.

The judge has been very clear.

During the day, it's the foundation or the probation center.

That's the way it is.

Come here. I'll show you around.

I'm sure there's something you like. Come with me.

Don't touch me, bitch!

Put… Put that pen down.

You know what I'm going to do, old woman?

I'm going to get out of here.

And you're going to tell the judge that I come here every day.

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

How do you like the deal?

Are you afraid… that your friends in the band will see you here?

Huh? That they'll think you're a piece of shit?

I don't give a shit what they think of me!

Right…

That's why you dress like them.

And you act like them.

What the hell are you saying?

I'm saying that you don't need them.

You are so much better than them, you just don't know it yet.

Stop putting shit in my head, motherfucker.

Hey, if you're going to stick that in me, do it now,

but if you're not, get off me!

Let's see.

If you haven't filled out this form by tomorrow, you'll have to leave.

Here.

Well, now… we are already at Aníbal's shop.

So, and now what?

There are people working inside.

Maybe the squatters they're refurbishing his place.

Good morning.

Well, I guess you already know this, but…

this place has an owner, and it ain't you.

I don't know what you're doing here, but you'd better get lost.

If you have a problem, call the police.

This place belongs to our friend,

so you better get out of here or we'll have to kick you out ourselves.

Hey. Easy, put that down, man.

Get lost and don't come back.

Hey, no. Let's go. Let's go, Captain. Please.

Who the hell are these people?

What are they doing in there?

I don't know. Nor do we care.

Well, I do care.

An old man and a junkie-looking guy are sniffing around here.

They'll probably go to the police station.

All right.

Okay, get back to work.

Bring me the dumpster. Help me up.

When we were kids here, we all wanted to learn how to box

to survive in Entrevías.

Wrong.

To survive in Entrevías,

sign up for athletics, friends, and learn how to run.

Hey.

-Hi. -Hey.

You know that you have a twin brother in jail, right?

What the fuck are you doing here?

Ask the old woman.

Oh, you already know each other.

That's nice.

Nelson, honey.

Will you come with me to the office for a minute?

Granny is calling you.

I know Tente, he shouldn't be here, he's a fucking psycho.

Well, the tougher the challenge, the sweeter the victory.

-What are you talking about? -Everybody knows Tente.

Imagine what they'll think of us

if we get a kid like him to leave the street and learn a trade.

Tente? Learn a trade? Please.

Saving Tente will prove to everyone…

To the neighborhood, to the judges, to whoever finances the foundation,

that what we do works.

Tente is not going to change!

He's going to attack us again, get us in trouble.

That's not going to happen.

Because I have the ideal person to prevent it.

Me?

You're going to be his shadow.

Besides, you'll become super friends, you'll see.

Man, finally!

We've been here for two hours and nobody pays us any damn attention.

Where the hell have you come from, the gym?

You civil servants have a good life, don't you?

You should have studied, Tirso. You should have studied.

Jumilla, let the old man pass.

It's the lead fillings from when he was in the legion.

And my lead balls too.

Tell me, Sanchís, tell me. You never tell me anything.

Well… we have a friend who has a shop.

And some guys are squatting in it.

What are you telling me, Sanchís?

They're squatting in a shop in Entrevías?

Do you think we'll be on the news?

Everything would be normal

if it weren't for the fact that those guys had enough weapons to start a war.

Gang members with guns, Tirso?

No, they weren't gang members,

but they had pistols, rifles, shotguns, everything.

They were doing something to them.

I think they were repairing them.

If those guns go out on the street…

Weapons?

What the hell are you talking about? What weapons?

There is a place where they are storing and repairing weapons.

A lot of weapons.

I have seen them with my own eyes.

We need to take a look.

Get the address and set up an operation.

-I'll run it myself. -Okay.

Look, someone who knows how to do his job at this station.

-What's up? -You useless piece of…

They've seen the weapons. Get them out.

No shit. And where do we take them?

Back to the warehouse. But get them out of there, now.

-You've got five minutes to clean it up. -Okay.

POLICE

You two, cover the back.

You, on three.

One, two…

Police!

Search all this over here.

Excuse me, Commissioner.

Out the back.

Hardware man, come here!

An arsenal, huh?

Tell me where it is. In your imagination?

What the hell are you implying?

I know what I saw.

Fuck me.

-We're leaving, there's nothing here. -This drill is hot. They just left.

No, stop drilling into my head.

We are looking for weapons. Do you see any?

I don't know, I see saws, drills, but do you see guns?

-No. -Yeah.

We're leaving, there's nothing here.

We're leaving here, Tirso.

I haven't lost my mind.

There were four guys here fixing guns.

And I believe you, Tirso.

Even if it doesn't fit in your head…

I believe you.

Well, at least the squatters are out.

Gladys, I have something to tell you.

Come inside and tell me, the chips are on fire.

Hi Alicia, how are you?

Well, let's see, I'm getting a blister on my hand,

I'm missing a soap opera

and I've been waiting for an hour for Gladys to help me

with my panty-girdle so I can pee,

but, you know, apart from that, everything is great.

-I'll take you in a minute, honey. -Right…

Go ahead. What did you want to tell me?

Gladys,

you are going to have your own bar.

Oh, my God, my prayers have been heard!

Tirso, my love, we've talked about it, you know I can't afford it.

What if I told you that a friend of mine let us use his shop for free?

We would only have to pay the costs.

And we could help you with the renovation.

What do you mean, for free?

My friend Aníbal's shop is available and he'd be happy for you to set up a bar.

My own bar?

Of course.

With your pantry, your kitchen…

But… then I could decorate it my way…

Create any menu I wanted. I wouldn't have a boss.

A real businesswoman.

I can't believe it!

Am I not a nice guy, deep down?

You are more than nice.

You are the best person I have ever met in my life.

And also… the most handsome man in Spain.

What a thing to say.

Well, I don't want to bother you, but…

either Gladys helps me or I pee myself, I can't take it anymore.

-I'm sorry. -Let's go. Come on, let's go.

Oh, I can't take it anymore.

Oh, my God… The day I have money…

Well, if it isn't the King of Spain.

Where the fuck have you been?

I have been getting myself into a lot of trouble.

Listen to me, someone from the police station,

one of our guys, a big shot, took a batch

of decommissioned and unusable weapons from the warehouse.

He took everything, he took rifles, shotguns, pistols…

What they call a fucking potpourri of--

The "where have you been" part was a polite question.

If you want to save yourself the trouble, fine with me.

You are interested in this.

They've been seen in a shop in Entrevías,

some guys fixing these weapons,

to take them out on the street.

What do you mean, to take them out on the street?

Two plus two is four, right, smart-ass?

Commissioner Romero is going to arm Uncle Rafael's guys.

Don't fuck with me.

The guys are trying to recover the stash houses,

last night they threatened Uncle Rafael.

If those guns get in their hands, we're fucked, okay?

They will get the guns.

Commissioner Romero will play dirty and he is good at that,

so either you disappear for a little while or be very careful.

"Be very careful"?

You need to find those fucking guns, for fuck's sake.

Sure, right now I'm going to hang some signs from the street lamps saying,

"I lost a cat and an arsenal. Call me, I'm Ezes."

-Hey! -Do you think I'm an asshole or what?

-Huh? I know what you're doing. -And what am I doing?

When things go well for you, you want out.

Are you now a model officer?

You won't trick me, I know you,

and let me remind you that I know you killed a cop.

I will remember it perfectly for the rest of my life.

Good. I've risked everything for this, so you won't let me down.

I was the only one who wiped your little butt when you were little.

I don't usually let you down.

I don't give a damn.

I still have the gun you killed your partner with.

So you find the guns and bring them to me, or I'll start singing like a fucking bird!

Will you make some tea?

Look at this.

What is it?

It's an international dance company owned by some French friends.

I told them about you,

and they told me that if you send a video, they would be happy to see you.

-Me? -Yes, you.

Cool, right?

Well, now with the baby and the wedding planning

it's impossible.

In fact, tonight I have a menu tasting and I haven't even taken a shower yet.

Just imagine. I don't have time for anything.

Irene, honey.

If you give up your dreams for your baby, or your partner,

you're not helping them at all.

You will end up blaming them for not being happy.

In life you have to save time for what's important.

And dreams are important.

I wish it were all so easy, I really do.

But I can't. I can't.

I have to go.

-Okay. -I have to leave the baby with Grandpa.

-This beautiful little baby… -So Mommy can get ready for dinner, right?

Right?

-Huh, Víctor? -Did you say with Grandpa?

Yes, he insisted on helping me. I don't know what's the matter with him.

He's super nice, right?

You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.

Hey, come here. Listen to me.

Think carefully about what we talked about.

All mixed up. Flange screws and…

All of them. All mixed up.

What is the problem with him?

-You need help? -It's okay. It's just that this door…

Okay. That's it.

Here we are.

Look how handsome.

I brought you a blanket in case he gets cold.

There's a spare in here, wipes…

I thought you'd bring him after he had pooped.

-Grandpa, they don't have a poop button. -Right.

Look, this is the brake.

Okay. What about the clutch?

Just kidding. I know how a baby carriage works.

Come on, take it easy.

Are you sure? What if he starts crying?

It's under control, I bought some earplugs.

Grandpa, are you sure you want to stay with him?

Don't be a pain, come on.

Víctor is getting fed up with you and me too, leave.

Bye.

Bye, handsome.

Goodbye, Mom.

Well, kiddo. Well…

You don't cry with me.

And if you poop, pee or vomit, you're going to stay stained

until your mother comes back.

I don't clean up fluids. Is that clear?

Well, off we go for a walk.

Santi!

-I'm leaving. -Okay.

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

Do you like it or you don't complain because you can't talk?

Let's give your walk a little excitement, shall we?

STRUGGLE MARKS ON HANDS

Andrade, do me a favor.

Tell me.

Let's see what you can tell me about this.

Hey… Dude, Ezequiel, you tell me.

This is a copy of the withdrawal record of a pile of seized weapons

that you transferred from the warehouse of this police station.

Is this correct?

Yes, commissioner's orders.

Usual procedure. Transfer for smelting.

Usual procedure.

Where?

It was in Las Nieves Industrial Park.

I gave them to some guys who were going to smelt them.

-Is something wrong? -No, no…

Can I call you later?

I think I know where the guns are.

I ran into the guy I saw this morning at my friend's shop.

I followed him to an industrial park and he just entered a warehouse.

Warehouse in Las Nieves Industrial Park. Don't hang up, please.

-What street, what street? -Uh… 71 Mamerto López.

71 Mamerto López Street.

You see, I have already solved the case, buddy.

Well, if you had, why the hell aren't you here?

That's strategic police information that I cannot share with a former soldier.

How little you know about police work. How little.

-Thank you, Andrade. -Hey, Ezequiel.

This is for you.

You've been stuck up my ass all day. Why don't you leave me alone for a while?

I'm not going to let you run away or get in trouble.

I'll be your shadow until we get to the center.

Tomorrow morning I'll pick you up again.

I don't understand what the fuck my cousin saw in you.

You're an ass-kisser. You've been conned by that crazy old woman.

That "crazy old woman" is the only person who believes in you.

What are you doing?

-Come here. -Let me go. What the fuck are you doing?

Let's go this way, come on. Let's go this way.

What's going on?

You're avoiding these guys?

You're afraid.

Do as I say. Let's go this way.

Shit!

Shit!

As we can see, we lift the DVD drive and we find the main HDD unit,

where we store all the information of the PC.

And next to it, we find the two RAM boards and the heat sink of the CPU unit.

-Hi, Nelson. -Maica. I lost Tente.

What?

I screwed up, sorry.

No, don't worry. It's not your fault.

But we have to find him and take him back or they won't let him out anymore.

Look, there is an underground place near Manzano Street.

It is called La Kueva. That's where he usually meets his friends.

Okay. So I'll meet you there in… In an hour. Okay?

In an hour?

Nelson?

Uh… Yeah. I'll see you there in an hour.

Okay, see you later.

Nelson, I'll be right out. Sorry, I just didn't know what to wear.

I think I've tried everything on.

Irene… I won't be able to go to the menu tasting.

What?

I'm sorry, it's important. Otherwise, I wouldn't miss it.

Okay, don't… Don't worry. We'll do it another day.

Thank you, my love. I love you.

Me too.

Now you are going to meet Ezequiel.

Don't trust him. He's a very strange guy.

He must have some--

Is he a real baby? Holy shit, just like the movie.

"Hands up or grandpa will shoot."

I was walking the baby and the guy suddenly appeared.

A hell of a coincidence.

-That's the warehouse. -Uh-huh.

I bet they have the guns in there, but there's only one way to find out.

Going in.

Good luck with that.

Tirso, where are you going?

You're the cop here.

I'd need someone outside to cover for me, in case things get really bad in there.

Call for backup.

Tirso, I cannot ask for backup.

The weapons you saw were confiscated and rendered useless

by the National Police Force,

which transferred them to the Entrevías Police Station for their destruction.

Police corruption in Entrevías? My God, what a surprise!

The guns were gone when you made a report.

I can't trust anybody in there, but we can do it together, you and me.

Like Los Pecos, remember?

And you give the baby another gun to cover our retreat.

At night. These people sleep.

You and I can do it.

There won't be anybody here, Tirso.

What?

So the baby thing is a little excuse, right?

Because you're pooping your pants.

Holy shit, you're really pooping your pants.

It was him.

All right, I'll see you here tonight. Two o'clock.

-Deal. -But first…

-I want something in return. -Uh…

I want you to help me change him.

The two of us together. Like Los Pecos.

Fuck Los Pecos in the ass.

You're taking the poop in your diaper all the way home. I told you so.

-Maica. -Tell me!

You came in alone? It's dangerous here, you'd better wait outside.

Thank you, but… I don't like waiting outside.

Well, are we going to look for Tente or what?

I don't see him anywhere.

Besides, I don't like this place. We'd better leave.

What are you talking about? We just got here.

I'm sure one of these guys will help us find him.

Relax, honey. I'll buy you a drink.

Hi, my flower!

Don't serve us from the bottom of the barrel

and I'll teach you how to make some shots you'll love.

ABANTOS HARDWARE STORE

Murderer!

You son of a bitch!

You killed my cousin!

I'm going to kill you!

Coming…

There, there.

There, there.

Shall we call Daddy? Come on.

That's it.

And now… Oh, good people, here comes the magic.

And that's it.

And that's what it is… a brain hemorrhage.

-That's a nice one. You're good at it. -I know! Trust me and you'll go far.

Let's see how it tastes.

Ain't it cool?

It's good, huh? Fucking great.

It was hard learning how to do it. Adding the whiskey cream…

You're as sharp as a tack.

I'll be right back, guys.

Excuse me for a moment.

Nelson. I don't think we're gonna find Tente here.

The boys say he doesn't get along with the new gang bosses.

And they own the place.

How do you do it?

Do what?

How do you get people to trust you?

I try to be nice.

If they really feel that… that you care about them,

that you're on their side, they will trust you.

You know I'm on your side, right?

Sure. Why?

Why don't you trust me? Why don't you tell me what's going on?

Nothing is going on.

A week ago you were almost beaten to death.

You didn't want to tell anyone what happened.

What happened that day?

What are you afraid of?

I made a mistake once.

There are people who want me to pay for that.

They told me if I didn't leave the neighborhood, they'd come after me.

But don't tell anyone, please.

If they find out at home, they'll force me to leave,

and I don't want to, Maica.

My life is here, in Entrevías.

But Nelson,

you could get killed.

Oh, Irene… Irene?

Where are you? It's almost two a.m. Víctor has a fever.

-A fever? -Can you come here, please?

Okay. I'm on my way.

The baby has a fever. I'm sorry, I have to go.

Of course. First things first. I'm coming with you.

Hey, uh… Bye! Thanks a lot, guys, see you soon.

-See you! -Bye!

Fucking drunks.

What the hell are you doing here?

I told you I'd kill you. Here I am.

Drop that.

You killed my cousin.

You ruined my life.

She forced me. Don't do the same.

Stop!

Take one more step and I shoot.

No!

No! Stop!

Out of the way, Nelson, move aside.

Tente. Put that down.

That bastard killed my cousin.

He'll kill you too if you don't give me that.

I don't care! I don't give a shit if he kills me!

Don't talk nonsense.

Nata wouldn't want you to end up like this. Easy.

Look at me.

I know you haven't had it easy…

That life hasn't been kind to you.

But you're not alone, brother.

We can help you.

Give me that.

Easy.

Nelson, no.

No.

Give it to me.

Trust me.

Everything's okay.

-Come here, you son of a bitch! -No.

-Nelson, call the police. -We are not calling anyone.

What are you talking about? This bastard wanted to kill me.

Call them and we'll ruin his life, he won't be allowed at the foundation.

The foundation?

Maica spoke to the judge to let him go there.

Maica did what?

He needs help.

I'm sorry, Tirso, but now I'm taking him back to the probation center.

Tomorrow he'll go to the foundation. We'll start over.

If you call the police, I swear I'll lie. I swear I will.

I won't abandon him.

Get out.

Get out of here, both of you.

And you.

If you ever come near my family again… or me,

I will come after you.

And no one will be able to stop me.

Thanks.

Tell me.

Don't wait for me. I'm not going.

Shit.

Good morning. Is there any coffee left?

-Good morning, family. -Morning.

I have some news.

Yesterday I went to talk to Fanny like you suggested.

And I was really tough. I mean, no "Hi honey" or anything.

I told her that the house was mine,

that the children were also mine and that it couldn't go on like this.

-Really? -Yeah.

And what happened?

I don't know if it was my impetus or the harshness of my words,

but the fact is that we had… great sex… I mean…

-What? -Yes.

When I woke up a while ago, I had a message from her

asking if I was going to be home today.

I think she wants us to try again.

Yes… we've reconnected.

Dad was right, when I bring out the Abantos male in me,

things work out. Yes, indeed.

-That's great, isn't it? Right, Dad? -Really good.

Dad?

-Dad, are you okay? -They tried to kill me yesterday.

What?

The gang member who tried to burn down the hardware store.

The same one who shot at me.

He's at large.

But he had been arrested. How is it possible?

Ask your mother.

I told you. We are better off without her.

Hi, Irene, honey. What's up?

Maica, tell your French friends I'll send them the video of me dancing.

Very good, I think it's great. Congratulations, honey.

Listen, I'll talk to you later, okay?

-A little kiss. -A kiss.

Tente…

What happened last night cannot happen again.

We won't help someone who doesn't want to help himself.

I'm not going to do it.

You have to choose.

Either you stay here or you go back to probation.

And you have to choose now.

What do you say?

Maricarmen, where are you?

Wait here a moment.

I'll be right back.

Hello, Tirso.

What do you want?

You know what happened last night, don't you?

I'm sorry, it won't happen again.

That criminal already tried to kill me, and you knew it.

He set fire to the hardware store with your son inside, burned his hand.

And you… you put him out on the street?

Our job is to help kids like him.

Save that shit for the brochures.

You wanted your family back?

Then start by putting it in front of everything.

Your foundation, your ego, your guilt,

and that son of a bitch who tried to kill me.

If you can't do that, stay away from us.

By the way. I have told your children everything.

Now they know what kind of person you are.

-A cup of coffee. -Thanks.

And some churros.

Your bar is empty, Pepe.

You'll have to close it, like I did.

Hush, Aníbal, don't remind me. I don't sleep at night.

This is a ruin.

What about you? How will you get those bastards out of your shop?

They have already left. Tirso has solved everything.

Tirso?

He told me he would kick them out if I let a friend of his keep the shop.

Everybody's happy now.

A friend of his?

I think she's going to open a bar. I'm meeting her later.

That friend isn't Gladys, is she?

Yes, Gladys, yes. Do you know her?

I know her, yes. A little bit.

I've been talking to your mother.

What did she say?

-What is it? -What the hell is that smell?

My cologne, did I use too much?

-Yeah, and it smells like a cheap one. -Well, Fanny loves it, huh?

I wonder why.

That's her.

Okay, Dad, uh…

I know she's not your favorite person, but she's my wife, okay?

So don't be too…

Okay, you better not speak.

-Hello. -Santiago Abantos?

-Uh… Yes, it's me. -Here.

-Would you sign here, please? -Okay…

-Thank you. -Have a good day.

It's from Fanny.

Why'd she send me something if she's coming now?

Well, maybe it's a surprise, right?

It's… the divorce papers.

And I bet… it's already written down that she keeps the apartment.

But… I don't understand this, Dad.

-Yesterday she was so… -Manipulative?

It can't be.

This can't be, there has to be some explanation.

That's her.

Hi, handsome.

What is it, who is it?

What are you doing here?

I have two tickets for the Los Pecos concert.

My son needs me, can't you see?

Santi, are you okay?

This is all your fault, Dad.

You told me to be tough on her, fuck you!

It's not clear to me that he needs you.

Shall we go?

Let's go.

ANTIQUES AND UPHOLSTERY ANÍBAL

Hi!

-Hello! -Aníbal?

Yes. Gladys?

Oh, nice to meet you. Yes, I'm Gladys, it's a pleasure.

Oh, what a nice place.

Well, this is a dream come true for me.

-Right… -You can't imagine. Well, well.

I'm already imagining the renovation.

-I could place the bar here, yes? -You see, Gladys…

I have some bricklayer friends…

Wonderful people who told me they could help me.

Yes… Gladys. I'm sorry… but this is not going to happen.

Oh, don't tell me that… Why?

In the end, I decided not to rent the place.

-Oh, what a pity, but… -Yeah.

-But Tirso told me that… -Yeah. I trust Tirso, but…

But I don't want to leave my shop in the hands of people who don't…

Of people who don't what?

People like you.

What the hell do you mean by people like me?

Is it because I'm a foreigner?

No, look, I have nothing against foreign people.

Besides, I have many foreign friends.

But there are different types of foreigners.

I have been told that your son has been a gang member

and that you lived in a squatter's house.

And I prefer to rent the shop to reliable people.

Yeah. Well, you know what?

You can shove your fucking shop up your ass.

You fucking racist! You should all be in jail!

Sons of bitches! That's why this country is the way it is!

Just a guy watching, easy.

You go in the front and distract him, and I go in the back?

What do you mean I go in the front?

I was supposed to come in to cover for you.

To cover, to distract… What's the fucking difference, Tirso?

I'm not good at distracting people. I'd better go in.

-Okay, sure. -Wait.

Shit.

Change of plan.

If the weapons are in there and we can't get in,

we need to make them take them out and give them to us.

Welcome to military bullshit. Let them give us the guns

because there's a fucking military tactic to force them to give us the guns.

How little you know about the army. How little.

Yes, police?

Yeah, look, I just heard some gunshots in a warehouse.

Commissioner, there's been a shooting in a warehouse

in Las Nieves Industrial Park.

A warehouse?

Which one?

One at 71 Mamerto López Street.

-All right, send two units over there. -Understood.

What is it?

What's going on, are you getting shot at?

-No. All is in order here. -What do you mean?

They just reported a shooting in the warehouse.

Two patrol cars are inbound.

Get the fucking guns the hell out of there.

-Holy shit, again? -Yes, damn it!

Again.

Damn it.

-We have to move the weapons. -No shit, again?

Yes, again, damn it. Open the gate.

They're coming out.

The little fish took the bait.

Move one finger and I'll put another hole in your face.

Open the van.

Hands on the wheel.

Easy, what's wrong?

What the hell were you going to do with this? Conquer Portugal?

Close the door.

Get out of the van.

Easy, man, easy. Shit.

What will you do with the weapons?

What the manual says, Tirso,

to make sure they don't end up in the hands of criminals.

Good.

If I were your age, I'd love to be your pétanque partner.

Irene.

Santi is going to kill himself!

What?

Please… He left a note here. It's a goodbye note.

Where might he have gone?

I have no idea!

-I will find him. -Okay.

Irene, honey, what's up?

What?

Now we are going to be fucking great.

Now we are.

-Maricarmen! -Have you found Santi?

-No. -You have to go to the pine tree overpass.

I told him about something that happened to me there.

I think he is there, Tirso.

-He's there for sure! -Okay.

God.

Santi!

Don't come closer, Dad!

Leave me alone.

What are you doing?

Get down from there, please.

Everything's ruined, Dad.

My life is ruined.

What are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense.

It's just a divorce.

Everyone has been through things like this.

I'm not like everyone else, Dad. I'm not like you!

Santi, please get down from there.

Let's go home and talk.

No.

I don't feel strong enough to go on.

You will!

This is just a bump in the road. You'll get over it.

You are not alone.

We all love you, son.

I love you too, Dad.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I'm doing this to you.

Santi…

Please, don't…

Santi, no!

No! Mom, don't come any closer!

Don't move.

Don't do it, son. Please.

Santi… This is not the end.

You have three children and a life ahead of you.

You have to stand up and fight.

I don't know how to fight.

Sweetheart… I know how you feel right now.

I've been there too.

Santi…

If you jump… it's over.

You will never hug your children again.

You won't see them grow up or smile.

You won't help them when they need you…

Nor laugh with them when they are happy.

Nor will you comfort them when they are afraid.

Then, wherever you are…

you will never forgive yourself, never.

I know what I'm talking about, son.

Don't abandon them.

Don't make that mistake.

Do it for them.

Do it for you.

There is always a brighter way. I promise you.

Santi, don't…

-Santi. -Santi.

Son…

Oh…

Santi… No!

Santi!

I got you, son. I got you.

I got you.

I got you.

-Mom. -My love.

My love, it's over.

-It's all right. -I'm sorry.

My love. It's over now.

I was counting the days to see you tomorrow at the trial.

There is still a remote possibility that Amanda could be set free.

I want you to lie in court.

What?

Santi… is sad. We have to get him out of the house.

-What should I buy? -Pills, heroin…

How to buy drugs?

I came here to buy drugs.

What you're going to do is to hide the weapons.

You don't give me orders.

Now we have weapons, we'll take over everything.

Everybody out, motherfuckers!

Everybody in!

I sent your video to my friends at the dance company.

And they'd like to give you a tryout.

Are you telling me to separate from the baby and Nelson?

-We still have Amanda's gun. -Okay.

Come here.

Have you stolen his wallet?

To enter the judicial evidence warehouse.

Are you crazy?

-Hello, my love. -What's wrong, Dad?