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Now we're talking.

Some sweet little toys, huh?

Come on, damn it.

What are you waiting for? They won't bite, come on.

And now go to the stash houses,

to take back what is ours, did you hear me?

Let's cut to the chase.

Hey, guys, hey, no fooling around.

Here are the sandwiches.

-Thank you. -Nice.

-We were already hungry. -The beer…

-This sandwich is for you. -And for me?

I'm starving.

Ham for you, my Manuel.

You hungry or what?

Come with me.

-And the custard. -This looks so tasty.

Nice!

Tonight we're having omelet.

Everybody out!

Come on, get in! Get in!

This place is ours!

Get out of here, motherfuckers!

Nobody is moving from here!

Move! Come on, damn it!

Move forward, for fuck's sake!

No! Mom!

Hold still, huh?

Get the hell out of here or I'll kill her!

Let her go, you sons of bitches! She hasn't done anything!

No, for God's sake. Don't kill me.

No!

Mom! Mom!

Get up, motherfucker!

The next bullet I'll put in her fucking head.

Fuck you!

One…

Two…

And…

No!

Okay, okay!

We're leaving!

Fuck you!

Come on.

Didn't you hear him? Get the fuck out of here, assholes!

-Come on, you fuckers. -Mom!

Are you okay?

Get out of here, motherfuckers!

WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS

Module three inmates may access the central courtyard.

Module three inmates may access the central courtyard.

I thought you didn't want to see me.

I didn't.

I love you.

I missed you so much.

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

I don't want you to come.

What?

I need your last memory of me to be this one.

Promise me you won't come and you'll forget about me.

Don't do this to me.

Promise me.

Is this why you called me here?

I needed to say goodbye to you.

I won't forget you.

I don't want to.

Bye, Jimena.

Hi.

I hope Amanda didn't see you like that.

-You look terrible. -The pot calling the kettle black.

I can tell you haven't slept a wink.

How is Santi?

He's been able to sleep.

The rush of adrenaline is exhausting.

Now it's impossible to get him out of his room.

I'll get it.

Hi, my dear.

What are you doing here? Dad is at home.

I know.

I called her.

We have things to talk about as a family.

Have you heard?

We've recovered the stash houses.

I heard about it, the Virgin Mary heard about it…

The fucking shots were heard in all the fucking nurseries in the neighborhood.

Was it necessary to shoot that poor woman?

No pain no gain, Godfather.

Ballistics, due to attempted murder,

is going to examine the bullet that woman has in her.

How long do you think Ballistics will need

to know that it came out of a gun that couldn't be on the fucking streets?

But how the fuck did you expect us to take over the stash houses?

Did you expect us to lure them with paella?

Now that we have guns, we plan to take over everything.

You should be eating that paella instead of talking.

What you're going to do…

What you're going to do is hide the weapons, and that's it.

That's the end of this fucking conversation.

You don't give me orders.

You are not my boss.

Let's clarify the terms of this partnership,

-because they aren't clear to you. -Please.

The idea, the big plan to take over the whole thing, is mine.

I determine the guidelines. I give the orders.

Let that be clear in that fucking head of yours.

I'm the one risking my pussy

and you're the one running away every time something doesn't suit you.

-Damn it. -Piece of shit.

Hide those guns well

before they turn into shit bombs, okay?

Fuck me!

I don't want to.

I know it's hard, honey. But you have to do it.

Come on.

Fuck me, so are you going out now?

Dad…

Sit down.

Come on, sweetheart. Sit down.

Look, Santi…

Son.

I know you're having a hard time.

But it's time to get up.

And we are here to help you.

I called your mother because I'm willing to swallow my pride,

my principles and whatever it takes to make sure you're okay.

That's what matters.

Sweetheart, everything is dark to you now.

Your chakras are blocked.

But if we talk,

if you self-explore your feelings, you will regain your balance.

You'll see.

You came here to encourage him or to make him join a cult?

Dad, she's just trying to help.

Look, Santi, it's not about chakras.

The thing is that you have three children. You have to shake it off.

Fanny will try to take them away from you, and you know it.

No…

-She won't. -Very good, Santi. That's the attitude.

Good.

She won't take them away from me because…

I'm going to give them to her.

Sweetheart… What are you talking about?

I am not okay.

I can't take care of my children in my state.

What do you mean, you're not going to take care of them?

Are you dumb or what?

-Dad… -No, I mean, your father is right.

Not about you being stupid, of course. But…

-The kids have to be with their father. -No, Mom.

They have to be fine.

And right now, the best for them is to be with Fanny.

I've never sensed such a dark aura around him before.

Can we leave the Dalai Lama out of it and talk like normal people?

Santi… is sad.

Down.

We have to get him out of here. Cheer him up and that's it.

I can take him and take care of him.

Yes, of course, and convert him to the Palmarian Church.

No, I'll take care of him.

I'll take him to the hardware store, whether he likes it or not.

Otherwise, we won't open today.

Don't get comfortable, this home visit has been an exception.

Hey, can I go to the bathroom, or will I have to pee in the hallway?

You've been to Uganda, you've peed in worse places.

Santi, I'm coming in.

-Cheer up, Santi. -Dad…

What are you doing here?

I don't have much time, I just came to tell you something.

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

They say you have something special.

Really?

They're working on a new show and they'd like to give you a tryout.

I can't believe it.

It's what I've always wanted, to travel and dance.

No, no, honey, no.

No, no. There, there.

That's it, that's it.

No. I can't do it.

What am I thinking?

What do you mean, you can't? Of course you can.

You know what?

You should come to the foundation to rehearse.

We have plenty of room there.

No, you don't understand me. If I get the job, what do I do with him?

Look, honey, you've already given birth to him.

And you're not alone in taking care of him.

We'll find a way.

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

-I don't know how he's going to take it. -You'll only know when you tell him.

And now, smile, my flower.

It's wonderful news.

-I'm leaving. Bye. -Bye.

Look at his face…

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-What's up, Santi? How are you? -Well, not so good.

I'm not in the mood for anything, even taking a step is hard for me.

Well, for me, it's hard to say two sentences in a row.

To each his own.

-Get us two coffees. -Sure.

Have you heard about the shootings this morning?

No.

Shots in the Boulevard, in the industrial park,

in the Rositas area, everywhere.

The neighborhood looked like a mascletà.

-All that happened near the stash houses? -Seems so.

A woman has been shot in the leg.

Look, Santi.

That woman really has a hard time taking a step now.

Where the hell did those kids get so many guns?

Just like that. I can't understand.

Who is he calling?

This is Ezes, leave a message or I'll break you.

Ezequiel, where the hell are you? We need to talk.

Now!

Fuck me.

It didn't take you long to show up.

One butterfly flutters here, and the foundations of the ministry tremble.

What do you want? My chair?

This chair is no longer yours. You are here on loan.

Three shootings in one morning, one woman wounded.

-You never cease to amaze me. -I have all my men working on it.

We'll stop this wave of violence, guaranteed.

That's not what worries me the most…

We have received a preliminary ballistics analysis.

The bullet from the woman's leg belongs to a seized weapon.

A seized weapon?

So you are accusing my men without evidence? Is that it?

Are you an imbecile who doesn't know anything

or a corrupt individual who wants to play us?

Because either option is bad.

Very bad.

I'm going to the toilet.

To the bathroom? Then you're going to shit your pants.

Holy shit, you're the ministry guy, that's awesome.

I'd shake your hand, but it's wet with piss.

Quite a situation, isn't it? You're probably here about the shootings.

What's the word from the ministry?

I'm sorry, but I came here to pee, not to chat.

Hey, it was a joke, it was a joke, I didn't even pull my dick out.

Excuse me?

With scum like Inspector Romero there is a lot of talk about,

because there are deaths, there are shootings,

and the good inspector doesn't give a damn about the law.

And it cannot go on like this.

We are aware of it. Thank you.

You are aware, you say. Of course.

Listen, I don't mean to interfere in the ministry's work,

but if I were running a ministry, I'd burn down the fucking country.

Why don't you guys cut off the good inspector's head?

Because it is not easy to find a replacement.

Come on, that's bullshit.

You say you can't find any piece of shit that's less shitty than this one.

It's a difficult position, that's just the way it is.

My old boss, Amanda Martos, she was running this place like hell…

She'd be a good candidate, if she wasn't getting 20 years for murder.

Wow, you see into the future. Well, I'll tell you a little thing.

The ruin of Amanda Martos, that ruin is yet to be seen.

Good afternoon.

-Hi. What do you want? -Let's see, we need to talk.

The trial of the love of your life is tomorrow,

so we have the 24 hours of Le Mans to get her acquitted.

-Will you make me some coffee? -Oh, sure. But…

I would need to see the…

All the documentation you have on the case.

Hey, get me that coffee, my head's pounding.

Yes, yes, go ahead.

Didn't you want documents?

Give me summaries, go ahead.

Well, the summary is that things look terrible.

There are several witnesses to the case.

Several police officers testified they came in response to a report saying

my father was holding Salgado.

No, please…

My daughter tried to convince her grandfather to let him go.

No!

Grandpa, please don't do it!

Then Amanda arrived,

who had just learned that Salgado was to blame for her father's death.

And she shot five times.

If you think about it, it doesn't look so bad.

It all boils down to a few cops, your dad, a little girl and a gun.

-Does that not sound like enough? -Correct.

It is true that some policemen couldn't see the shots.

Amanda was covering them with her body, but one…

-One of them… -Who, who, who?

Freeze! Drop the gun and don't move.

Andrade…

Andrade is a piece of cake, I'll take care of him,

but there is your father's and your daughter's testimonies,

who'll say they didn't see anything.

You take care of your dad, I don't feel like talking to him.

All right, okay. We still have

-Amanda's gun with her prints on it. -Show me, show me.

I got it over here.

Here it is.

Okay.

What was the name of that saint? The patron saint of…

The one of lost causes.

Jude… the Apostle?

You pray to him, I will pray to St. Matías.

I'll take this photo. Thanks for the coffee.

Twenty-four hours.

Irene.

Nelson.

What are you doing here?

Well, Maica asked me if I wanted to come and dance

and… here I am.

Nice, but why didn't you say you'd be here?

Well, it just happened like this. I left the baby with my mother and…

Come here.

We need to talk.

Yes, of course, tell me.

Well…

You know that my dream has always been to dance.

But things got complicated and then we had Víctor.

But I don't want to stop dancing. I want to dance again.

Yes, my love, I know. It's the normal thing to do.

You have to do the things that make you happy.

That's the most important thing.

But…

There is something else we need to talk about.

I know.

Do you think I'm blind, Irene?

That I don't realize I've left you alone with Víctor since I started working?

Well, yes, I do notice it.

And I feel like shit for not being able to be with you.

After everything we have been through, we have fought for,

to be together, to have the baby…

I'm not going to miss a single minute with you.

Look, I swear to you that things are gonna change.

I'm going to be there more, I promise.

Okay?

Yes.

I love you.

Have you checked the paint delivery notes?

What for? They're always fine.

Well, these are not fine. Something doesn't add up, son.

Can I eat my sandwich here?

What happened? Have you had an argument with Pepe and he threw you out of the bar?

I don't want him to see me eat lunch I brought from home.

Since Gladys left, Pepe's food is making me sick.

You used to love it.

When I was a kid, I was crazy about Manolo Escobar.

But people evolve.

I'll be right back.

-Any breadcrumb that falls, you pick up. -Okay, okay, okay.

Manolo Escobar?

-Really? -Yes.

Yes. I love the porrompompero.

Because if I get stuck, you don't notice it.

Bye.

-Ezequiel! -Hey!

Where've you been? You're not answering your phone.

You're avoiding me.

Isn't it too much of a coincidence we stole some guns

and this morning, the gang members attacked the stash houses?

What can I say, Tirso? I'm just as upset as you are.

-Are you kidding me? -No.

Look me in the eye and tell me you didn't give the guns

to those motherfucking gang members.

What profit do I get…

What profit do I get by giving those rascals the weapons we stole?

Weapons that are marked up.

The weapons that you and I seized are now on their way to a foundry.

In 15 days they will be the fucking screws you sell in your hardware store, Tirso.

And where did these gang members' weapons come from?

Tirso, I don't know the level of corruption in my police station.

Do you think that the batch you and I stole

is the only batch of seized weapons they handle?

Maybe you are the corrupt one.

-You always offend me, Tirso, always. -You'll get over it. For sure.

Where's Santi?

We talked about Camela.

And it turns out he and Fanny fell in love listening to "Cuando zarpa el amor."

-Where's Santi? -He went to the toilet. To cry.

Fuck, Sanchís, I just left you alone with him for a moment.

I'll check on him.

-We can't leave him alone. -Yeah.

I need you to do something for me.

Tell me.

I have a feeling that Ezequiel is a bad apple.

You're not saying that because of his breath, are you?

No, Sanchís, hell, no. I say it because I think… he is corrupt.

And he's dealing with the gang members.

Follow him and tell me if you see him meeting with anyone suspicious.

Consider it done, Captain.

What are you doing?

Picking up the crumbs.

Come on, go away. Go, Sanchís. Come on, go away.

Tell me, son, what's wrong with you now?

Relax, calm down… That's right.

Don't do anything, they'll go over there to solve it.

You just stay calm. Perfe--

What are you doing?

Bring me a coffee with two sugar cubes and stir it with this pen.

Am I your secretary now or…

Andrade, right now I could put you in a little corner of Entrevías

and pimp you so you'd get your ass fucked by lots of people, because what a mess.

With these weapons that are out there and all the shootings.

As soon as they find out that it was all your fault,

your ass will look like the Japanese flag.

Ezequiel, come with me, let's talk for a second here.

-Like the Japanese flag. -Yes, yes, let's talk in here, please.

I have done nothing wrong and you know that well.

I have a serious moral dilemma, Andrade.

As a citizen, I am obliged to hand over this evidence to the authorities,

but as a police officer, of course, I know that I would give you a hard time,

and hell, it's just not ethically fair, of course.

I was following the inspector's orders.

Now, if you hand over the registration paper, of course, they can blame me.

Ezequiel. Ezequiel, please. Don't fuck with me.

And the moral dilemma does not end there, Andrade,

because how do I manage that my partner Amanda Martos,

our partner, Andrade…

is going to spend 20 years in jail

because you decided to declare that you saw everything?

What the fuck are you talking about, man?

I'm talking about tomorrow. You change your testimony,

Amanda goes free and justice is served.

You can't ask me to lie in a murder trial. You can't.

Conscience is gnawing at you, isn't it, Andrade?

Well, then don't ask me to hide some evidence

about some weapons that are not where they should be.

Okay. It's all right.

I'm going to change my testimony at the trial.

But you burn the fucking paper on the fucking record. Okay?

-Do you have the guns? -It's a miracle, but they're back there.

I didn't think you'd make it, there's cops everywhere.

We took my brother's car to not create a scene.

This morning they've been at my parents' house.

And my bro's workshop.

Well, I know, they're looking for the fucking guns everywhere.

We have to think about what to do.

-I won't go back to jail for this shit. -I know.

We have to find someone who is not in the gang,

whom the police aren't looking for, who'll keep the guns for us.

And I think I know who that person might be.

-What are you doing? -Relax, I'm not stealing.

I'm making room for the boxing class.

Is Tente helping us or is what I've been sold not tea?

I can't believe it either, and I haven't drunk any of it.

-What the hell are you doing here? -Nothing. Visiting our buddy. What's up?

You have to do us a favor. You'll hide some things for us, okay?

-I am no longer a member of the gang. -You know what, you piece of shit?

You only get out of the gang when you die.

So it's up to you. Do you want to quit?

Or will you do what we tell you?

And now…

Sanchís, this is not a good time.

You were right.

Ezequiel has met up with a suspicious looking guy

and he's carrying a gym bag full of something. I don't know what.

Can you go any closer and listen to what they are talking about?

Well, Ezequiel knows me. He's going to find out.

But I can take a picture of them.

Why would I want a picture, so I can hang it in my living room?

What I want to know is what's going on.

Well, I can't go any closer, because he knows me.

And if you don't want a picture, I don't know what else I can do.

Okay, come on, take a picture of them. That way you'll be happy.

Well, not happy, but that's all I can do. Don't hang up.

Sanchís!

-Jimena. -What are you doing here?

Well, I'm taking a selfie for my mother.

But you have the rear camera on.

Oh, that's right. Whatever.

And you? What are you doing here?

I'm meeting Ezequiel and a friend of his to talk about Amanda's trial.

Hey, why don't you join us?

Oh. No, no. No, no. I was already leaving.

Oh, okay.

-Do you want me to take the picture? -No, no, no, I…

-I'll take it myself. -Okay. See you later.

See you later.

You still there, Captain?

Was that my daughter? What is she doing there?

-Having some beers. -Some beers?

For God's sake, show a little professionalism.

Because of you, my lentils are burning.

I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry.

Keep an eye on Ezequiel.

He's so grumpy.

Jimena.

Let me introduce you to Saint Matías.

Saint Matías, this is Jimena.

-Saint Matías. Glad to meet you. -Me too.

My first patrol partner in the police.

We were kids, but we spent a lot of time together, huh?

He saved my ass a few times, yes.

Because you were thin-skinned, you weren't born for the street, like me.

You were born smart, man. You were born for that vacancy.

Believe it or not,

Matías is the king of the little mice in the judicial evidence warehouse, huh?

-Oh, judicial evidence? -Exactly. If someone kills you with a can,

Matías is in charge of making sure the can doesn't disappear.

-A rather boring job, to be honest. -Spice it up, change the evidence,

don't let it show up on the day of the trial and you'll laugh your ass off.

I'd rather be bored, actually.

Matías, here in the police they don't fire anyone no matter what they do.

I'm telling you, I'm the perfect example.

Why don't you try it once? With the gun that the chief inspector fired?

Amanda Martos.

Is this why you called me?

Matías.

The man she killed was a monster who trafficked children.

Because of him, many people died.

Amanda doesn't deserve to spend the rest of her life in jail.

This conversation ends here.

I can't believe you called me to ask me something like this.

Hey, don't leave like that.

Don't leave like that. I'm sorry. I had to try. I'm indebted to that woman.

-I'm sorry, I don't want to screw you. -How could you even think of that?

Look, don't leave like that. Give me a hug.

Come here. Come here.

Sorry, man.

You're crazy.

Well, well. St. Matías is not going to help us.

Neither St. Matías nor St. Jude nor…

St. Matías has already helped us.

-Have you stolen his wallet? -Yeah.

Why?

Because inside he has the pass to enter the judicial evidence warehouse.

Are you crazy? How do you plan to sneak in there?

Don't worry, you prepare your daughter well for tomorrow.

Above all, prepare your old man. Prepare your old man very well.

See you tomorrow.

Confucia, get me a gun.

The standard gun of the National Police Corps.

Jesus, it's not that I'm not hungry. But these lentils taste like car tires.

They taste…

Hi.

-I wasn't expecting you for lunch. -Don't worry, there are lentils to spare.

-Look, I just wanted to talk to you two. -And not to me?

-No, not you. -Well, I'll bring you a plate.

I know this is going to sound crazy, but…

I think there is still a remote possibility that Amanda could be set free.

A remote possibility? You've woken up optimistic.

Amanda will be found guilty and you know it.

No, Dad.

A miracle can still happen.

But for it to happen, I need you to do something for me.

I want you to lie in court.

-What? -You really are going all-in.

You can say that you couldn't clearly see that it was Amanda who fired the shots.

Because it was dark, because you don't remember…

The point is to create reasonable doubt in the jury.

Are you asking us to commit a crime

to desperately try to save your girlfriend?

Yes, Dad, it's crazy, I know. I know it is.

But will you do it for me?

I will.

Thanks.

Don't count on me.

-Really? -Amanda killed that man.

I can't say it was unfair.

I almost pulled the trigger myself.

But when you do something like that, you take the consequences.

The consequences of what?

Of what? Ridding the world of a murderer?

Of a child molester who raped little girls?

Instead of handcuffs, she should have been given a medal.

I understand you, Jimena.

In Bosnia…

I also had to kill to save the lives of others.

But when I went up there to take out those snipers,

I knew that what I was doing was against the rules.

I broke an order.

I knew I would pay for it. And I accepted that.

Amanda also knew what the price was when she pulled the trigger.

Dad, I don't care what she knew, what she didn't know…

She has to be set free.

I want her to walk free, Dad, do you understand?

Does Amanda know what you're up to? Is she okay with it?

Dad, I'm not asking you to do Amanda a favor.

I'm asking you to do it for me.

This discussion makes no sense.

Amanda will be charged and nothing I say is going to get her out of jail.

I'm sorry, Jimena.

Jimena…

Sanchís.

I'm at Maica's foundation.

Maricarmen's.

Ezequiel is with some people who look like gang members.

He's carrying the bag.

Hold on, wait.

At the foundation?

Find out what's in that bag.

There he goes again. Listen, Captain, I don't have X-rays in my eyes.

But you have a head for thinking, don't you?

Or don't you? Then think.

Well, what a pair of ladies.

You should know that if you were bread, hunger in the world would end.

-Girls, put everything in place. -He's such a clown.

Nelson. My love.

-What happened? Why the long face? -Maica…

-What is it? -Tente has disappeared once again.

No way.

Yes, I'm really sorry, I've looked everywhere but he's not here.

The guys told me they saw him leaving with some people from his gang, but…

He's gone. He's played us again.

Wait, but… Isn't Tente the guy who tried to kill Tirso?

Come on, this should be ready by now.

Five minutes, I'll change and we'll start… Where's my bag?

-What bag? -The bag I left here.

Is it just clothes?

-Sanchís. -Captain.

-There's only laundry. -What do you mean, laundry?

For God's sake, were you trained in the army or in a chirigota?

I mean…

-And now her. What's up? -My God, you're going to kill me.

Tente has disappeared again.

-You're joking, right? -No, I'm not.

And I don't understand it!

The boy's attitude had totally changed, but…

But he who is born a punk dies a punk.

Taking the life of an innocent in the meantime if possible.

Look…

You'd better stay at home. Until we find him.

Right…

Dad, is something wrong?

The bastard who wanted to kill me is back on the street.

Really?

So… what are you going to do?

Find him.

Wait. So…

What do I do if he comes here?

You are coming with me.

Fanny used to go to that foot doctor.

She always thought she had ugly feet, which is silly, because her feet…

They really turned me on.

Look, I love you a lot, but if we are going to spend time together, shut up.

-Or at least don't talk about Fanny. -You know?

It's the first time you said you love me.

That's the only part of the message you got?

Well, we're screwed. The important bit was the other part.

Look, that's his aunt's hair salon.

Well, they've broken the glass.

LOLI HAIRDRESSER

He might be in there.

Dad, what are you doing?

Hello?

This is breaking and entering.

-I'm staying here, I don't want trouble. -As you wish.

But if the cops come, they'll see you first.

Dad, I know that lying at Amanda's trial seems illegal to you,

but don't you think this is the same thing?

I mean, entering a hair salon that isn't ours,

it's not exactly legal.

I'm not criticizing you. I'm just trying to understand you.

Remember that thing we talked about, that you'd shut up?

I didn't mention Fanny this time.

-Fuck. -Don't tell me there are rats.

There's something worse.

How is your poor finger?

When I stick it up my ass, it feels perfect.

What are you doing here alone this late? This neighborhood is dangerous.

Sit down.

Okay. I skipped boxing and mechanics.

This is the last time.

Yes.

Yes, this is the last time.

You go back to the probation center.

-What? No, please… -No more going out for you.

No more coming back here.

What are you talking about?

Fuck, I'm back. Doesn't that count?

That depends.

Why did you disappear?

Why…?

Are we treating you so badly here?

Fuck no.

I'm fine here.

I can't say that about most places.

Strange way of showing it.

Yes, I screwed up, but I swear it won't happen again.

Really, Maica.

An Arab proverb says:

"If you cheat me once, it's your fault.

If you cheat me twice, it's mine."

With you, I've already lost count.

What will you do with all this now?

These weapons were in the police station. And they ended up on the streets.

I got them back once, and they ended up back on the streets.

There won't be a third time.

We're going to destroy them, you and I.

You and me? Like father and son, as a team?

You and me, as you and me. And that's it.

I told you to close the store. What if they followed us?

No. You didn't tell me.

You thought about it, but you never said it.

Fanny always complained about that.

Shut up and hide.

Shit! Nice way to say hello.

Fuck. You scared the shit out of us.

-You're the one with the shotgun. -What the hell are you doing here?

-What are these guns? -I asked why you are here.

I was following Ezequiel.

And since he stayed at the bar and the door was open,

-I came in to give you the report. -What report?

Look, look, look.

-He met a biker girl who gave him a gun. -Just a moment. Let me see.

That…

That logo is from a gym. That's the gym Fanny goes to.

Why the hell didn't you call me?

Because every time I call you I get an earful.

That's because you only say bullshit.

He used to do the same to me.

Fanny always told me, "When you call your father on the phone…"

I'll shut up.

Why does a cop need a biker to give him a gun?

Ezequiel's into something shady.

Print me those photos.

Tomorrow you follow him like you've been doing.

We'll find out who that girl is.

Us? As a team?

Us, as in whatever the fuck you want.

But if you mention Fanny's name, you stay at home.

It's over.

My father doesn't want to lie in court.

We tell the judge to declare him deranged. After all, your dad is fucking deranged.

I think he's right this time.

This whole thing is crazy.

Even if he lies, there are still the police testimonies,

-Amanda's gun, the fingerprints. -Motherfucker.

Motherfucker.

-Hey, take it easy. -Stay seated.

-What the hell is wrong with you, Matías? -As if you didn't know!

-No fighting here. -Easy, easy, he's a friend of mine.

Relax, okay, Matías?

I'll bring you two beers, and some tapa of tripe.

Sit down and talk it over. Quietly, okay?

Do you want a drink?

-Where's my pass? -What? What pass?

The pass I need to get into the judicial warehouse.

You stole it from me this morning.

No, I didn't steal anything from you, you dropped it.

I mean, you dropped your wallet. You dropped your wallet…

And I have been very busy and… I didn't have time to tell you, no…

What have you done?

You didn't use my pass to steal the gun you told me about this morning?

What? How can you think that I…

-What do you have there? -I don't have…

Fuck…

You son of a bitch.

What have you done? How did you steal it?

With your pass.

With my pass? Fuck, fuck!

I have to give it back before they miss it!

You're a son of a bitch, Ezequiel.

You're a son of a bitch.

You stole Amanda's gun?

You told me you wouldn't.

I can't tell you about this, but I didn't steal Amanda's gun.

You didn't steal it?

Then tell me what happened, I don't understand anything.

Don't try to…

understand this magic. You just enjoy it.

The trial is lost.

It's lost.

What if that girl didn't come to the gym today?

-She did. -How do you know that? Your instinct?

I know because her bike is there, Santi.

Whoa. Sorry, Dad, I'm a rookie at this spy stuff.

This won't be dangerous, right?

If it was, I wouldn't have brought you.

Get down.

-What's wrong, Dad? -Relax, it's just so she doesn't see us.

What are you still doing there? Get the fuck up.

Sorry.

The defendant, Amanda Martos, was Chief Inspector of the National Police

with an immaculate record.

That's how the defense would like to present her.

But her resume is irrelevant.

The only thing you should bear in mind, is that on the night of March 7th,

she fired five shots at Mr. Salgado.

Five times she pulled the trigger.

The defense will claim the victim was a criminal,

but we are not here to judge Mr. Salgado,

but to establish without the slightest shadow of a doubt,

that Amanda Martos took his life…

What have I missed?

Nothing, just the trailer of the movie we are about to watch.

Thank you.

It is your turn, lawyer. I beg you to be brief.

And especially be more clear than in your statement of defense.

It's a stash house, I knew it.

Ezequiel's little friend is a shady woman.

We need to get in there and see what she's doing.

So you go in and I'll stay here with the engine running, right?

-That's what you usually do. -No, I can't go in. They know me.

Right.

-Me? -Yeah. You're going in there.

See what she's doing, see if you hear anything.

Here you go. Buy something.

Dad… what do you want me to buy?

Pills, heroin… Drugs!

Yeah, how do you ask for that? Dad, they will realize I have no idea.

Wait a minute.

-How to buy drugs? -Get out of the car and go inside.

-Just do that. -Okay, I'll go buy drugs.

Hello, good morning. I came here to buy drugs.

May I come in?

-Go ahead. -Very kind of you. Thank you.

Oh! You've brought the little one.

Hello, my love. Pretty baby.

-Everyone has gone to the trial. -Yeah.

-Why are you here, aren't you going? -I had to make some calls.

To the probation center.

I know people there and I wanted to tell them

to keep an eye on Tente.

Make sure he's gonna be okay.

Are you all right?

Maica. You've done more for him than anyone would have done.

You've done your best, that's all.

Well, that sucks, it's been useless.

-Bye. -Bye.

Oh! Tell Jesús that computer number three is still broken.

And tell Elisa not to book any room for Irene today.

With the trial she won't be coming.

You should tell her to get her act together

if she wants to be admitted into the company.

Wait, wait, wait. Company? What company?

No, I mean…

Hasn't she said anything to you?

-No. -No. She hasn't said anything to you.

Everything's very well organized. Have a nice day.

That's it.

How did it go? Did you see anything?

What is it? Sorry, Dad. My heart is pounding, I can't hear you.

How did it go?

I think they ripped me off.

Because look, they just gave me this for 20 bucks.

-I mean the girl, for fuck's sake. -I think she's the boss.

She was counting money and everybody addressed her with respect.

I knew it.

I knew it.

Ezequiel is the bad apple of that police station.

He's in business with the gang members,

I'm sure he's the one who gave them those guns.

And I helped him get them, son of a bitch.

I don't want to make you nervous, I'm nervous enough as it is,

but have you seen what time it is?

Maybe we should go to the courthouse, don't you think?

We have plenty of time. First we have to make a stop.

Mr. Andrade, did you participate in the police operation that night?

Yes, we received a warning that there was a man threatening another man with a gun.

We secured the area and tried to get the aggressor to stop.

Was the defendant with you?

No, the chief inspector arrived later.

Could you describe what happened?

I'm not sure.

Did you not witness the defendant shoot him five times?

I saw her approach the victim with her gun and I heard the shots, but…

-I don't know if they came from her gun. -Excuse me?

I think they came from a window.

-Probably from a building behind us. -This isn't what you testified before.

It's just that at the time I was taking medication that made me…

It altered my judgment a little bit.

Same thing you're doing, altering the trial.

Refrain from making such comments.

No further questions, Your Honor.

-The defense has the floor. -There are no questions, Your Honor.

-You may leave. -Thank you.

The witness proposed by the Public Prosecutor's Office,

Mrs. Irene Sánchez Abantos.

Irene Sánchez Abantos?

Yes.

I don't know if you've seen lawyer shows, but I have.

If you don't show up to testify, you're the one who is in trouble.

-So we should go now. -Santi, shut up now, please.

-I want to talk to you. -Not now.

I know who gave those guns to the gang members.

When the defendant approached Mr. Salgado pointing her gun at him, where were you?

On a ramp. A few meters away.

-What did you see? -Nothing.

Didn't you see the defendant approaching with her gun in her hand?

No, because it was too dark and my grandfather blocked my view.

No further questions.

The defense has the floor.

No questions, Your Honor.

You may leave.

The witness proposed by the Public Prosecutor's Office,

Mr. Tirso Abantos Carvajal, is called to testify.

Tirso Abantos Carvajal?

He's not here.

We continue with the examination of the physical evidence.

Madam Prosecutor, you may question the appointed expert.

David Bermejo Alarcón?

In your experience,

is there any doubt that the five bullets found in Mr. Salgado's body

came from the same gun?

None.

I request the submission of evidence number six.

The defendant's service weapon.

Could you show the expert Amanda Martos' service weapon?

Which one?

Evidence number six.

There are two guns.

This is not possible.

The ways of the Lord are mysterious.

St. Matías.

What has just happened is unprecedented and inadmissible,

but unfortunately it forces me to make a decision.

It is clear that someone has had unauthorized access

to the evidence in this case.

Since the chain of custody has been broken,

I am declaring evidence number six invalid.

My God, I can't believe it.

-Courage, cheer up. -Mom, did something happen?

A miracle happened.

If you'll excuse me…

Ezequiel.

-This was all your doing, wasn't it? -That's classified information.

You'd have to torture me a lot to find out.

You know I get very horny with your methodology, don't you?

Come on, get lost. You show-off.

Morning, family, you're late. And you missed the best part.

Deep down I like him.

Are you sure about what we just did, Dad? He's going to be in trouble.

Sometimes unpleasant decisions have to be made.

A man doesn't do what he wants, he does what he must.

Right.

And how do you know what you must do?

If you listen to your conscience, you will never go wrong.

What does your conscience tell you, Santi?

-About what? -About your children.

-Well, that I should fight for them. -There you have it.

Conscience always shows you the path to take.

Even if it's hard. You just have to listen to it.

I will do it. I won't let Fanny take my family away from me.

I'm glad to hear that.

Dad, this is the most exciting day of my life.

You need to get out more, Santi.

I think this is it.

Hey, sorry, I'm Tirso Abantos, I have to testify as a witness,

-I couldn't get here earlier. -Wait, I'll check.

Tirso. I'll be there in a second.

-Oh, my love. So glad you're here! -I didn't think I'd make it.

Well, you have no idea what happened.

The policemen and Irene said they didn't see anything.

And all of a sudden, well, they said they brought the gun evidence.

And what do you think happened? There were two guns.

-What do you mean, two guns? -Yeah.

We don't know what happened, but the judge just rejected the evidence,

so they don't have anything on Amanda anymore!

Can you believe it?

-But… -Mr. Abantos. You may testify.

Sit down.

You have been called as a witness. Do you swear or promise to tell the truth?

I do promise.

With your permission, Your Honor.

On the night of Mr. Salgado's death, you were with him, correct?

Yes.

Speak up, please.

Yes.

That individual was a couple of meters away.

Tell us what you saw.

I was talking to Salgado.

I had him at gunpoint and…

suddenly I heard a gunshot.

Did you see where that shot came from?

No.

But then I turned back.

And I saw Amanda Martos walking towards me with a gun in her hand.

And I saw…

how she fired four more shots.

Until she brought Salgado down.

Are you saying that you witnessed with your own eyes

how Amanda Martos murdered Mr. Salgado?

Yes, I saw it.

Silence!

Silence!

My baby girl…

I'm sorry.

Calm down.

You were going to audition for a company without telling me?

I have everything.

-I've got you, I've got Víctor, but… -But you're not happy, are you?

Everything's fucked up. Irene doesn't want to marry me.

What the hell did you tell Aníbal about me?

Put yourself in my shoes. Having you as competition would be ruinous.

You're a piece of shit!

The guys from the gang needed me to keep some guns for them.

I hid the weapons in my aunt's hair salon.

Someone stole them, now they want to kill me.

Come with me.

Where are you going?

-I knew you'd try to play me. -I want to make a deal with you.

Give me Ezequiel's head and Entrevías is yours.

Tente tricked us. We have no fucking idea where to find him.

I'll take care of him.

Romero, the trap is set.

Don't move, hands where I can see them! Hands up!

The jury's reached its verdict. Let's go.

The jury has reached a decision.

You've ruined Amanda's life.

You've ruined mine too. I will never forgive you.

Bastard!

I'm going to report you!

I've got you, motherfucker.