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Cut!

THE FARADS

What the fuck is she doing here? What did I say?

She can't record until she pays.

The session is canceled.

-What? -For non-payment.

I said you had until this morning.

My manager paid yesterday.

Gabi, you talked to J.

Yeah. I swear he paid.

Call him, damn it.

I'm sorry, Tanya, you have to vacate the studio.

I promise we made the transfer.

You owe us for eight hours of recording.

No, it's been five.

What about the three from last month?

This spoiled brat.

Let us finish and I'll pay you with my own money.

This isn't a bar.

Just one song.

Know what every hour costs me?

You want your 80,000 pesetas, right?

Don't worry, I'll bring them right away.

Musicians out.

No, musicians stay until I'm back.

Stay here.

He's not answering.

Of course not. Take me home.

CURRENT CONDITION CHRONIC MYELOID LEUKEMIA

They don't look very awake.

Because they just ate, damn it.

-I won't take leftovers. -Have you ever had any complaints?

You once gave me one with cataracts.

They weren't cataracts, and he scared you anyway.

Look, this is the best one I've got.

A tiger is coming in next month.

-A tiger? -Yes, from a Portuguese circus.

I need it now, Curro.

Then choose one.

Leo! Your wife!

How the fuck did she find those papers?

You have too many things on your mind.

I told you to keep anything related to the disease in the office.

For fuck's sake. What do we do now?

Talk. Talk to her.

Talk to her when?

Monzer is coming. I have to organize everything.

Okay, then I'll go to Madrid.

Then take Sara and Hugo with you.

They're going to fight.

Let them. Just show them the will and that's it.

Okay, then Sara can't go hunting with you.

It doesn't matter, I'll take Oskar.

What should I tell them?

That I'm cured.

Leo...

If you say anything else, it will cause a mess.

Talk to them, you're fucking great at that.

Once I'm back, we'll have a family meeting.

Know what I'd do, Leo?

I'd take the female.

Madrid? Until when?

I don't know.

A couple of days. That's how long Tanya's crises last.

What about the hunting trip with your dad?

You'll go with him.

That way you can get closer.

We don't need to go hunting for that.

My dad has cancer, Oskar.

My brother and sister don't know it.

That's why we're going to Madrid.

Is he going to die?

It's leukemia.

It seems to be chronic, so it could last 20 years.

Twenty years,

or a month.

Shouldn't he go to Madrid, too?

That hunting trip is important.

His main partner is coming.

Monzer Al Asad.

That means they're closing a deal.

Then why am I going?

To carry his luggage?

If he asks you to, do it.

You'll meet important people,

people who open doors.

That's why you need to be there, so that they can see you.

The napalm thing was good,

but my dad says

that going hunting helps you really get to know who your partner is.

And your boyfriend?

He's going with Dad.

What are you talking about?

Seriously?

This is none of Oskar's business.

SALVAT MEDICINE

LEUKEMIA

What's that?

-A 300-kilo lion. -Damn.

And this is a dart

into which I'm going to inject amphetamines.

What for?

To get him worked up.

You're going to give him amphetamines?

Yes, a shot every six hours, so it builds up,

and tomorrow, he'll go apeshit.

-Great idea. -My daughter didn't tell you?

Tell me what?

The lion's coming hunting with us.

Here. Shoot him in the ass.

What?

The ass, his bottom, shoot him.

I've never fired a gun in my life.

You just need to pull the trigger, like a fairground rifle.

Okay.

-You have to start somewhere. -Yeah.

-Sara, sweetie. -Yes?

I only ask you one thing,

to be patient with your sister.

How did Tanya know where those documents were?

That doesn't matter now.

What matters is staying together.

For nobody to get upset.

Dad's dying and I found out by accident!

-Dad's dying? -Nobody's dying.

What the fuck does this thing say?

"Chronic myeloid leukemia," my love. Chronic.

Which means it's not acute.

Sara, did you know?

Of course I knew.

I used to go with Dad to the checkups.

Why do you think we threw that party in Madrid?

It wasn't for his birthday?

The cake, yes,

but having 300 guests was for a reason.

Dad got better and wanted to celebrate it in a big way.

This is unbelievable.

Dad has terminal cancer

and only his favorite daughter knows.

This is the scene that Dad wanted to avoid.

What scene exactly?

Because we're his children, too.

Hugo, please. That's enough.

Dad should be here.

-He's meeting Monzer. -Yes. With Sara's boyfriend.

It's obvious what's going on.

What's obvious?

How you're positioning yourself.

No one's positioning themselves.

-Really? -No.

Sara, do you think Tanya and I are fucking idiots?

She brings a boyfriend from Madrid, does a big introduction,

then takes him to a business trip to Africa

right when my dad is dying.

Leo Farad is not going to die!

He doesn't even need to undergo any treatment.

He just needs to be careful to avoid a relapse.

But the doctors were clear. He can lead a normal life.

So leukemia is like chicken pox now?

Tanya, don't be an idiot.

Sweetheart.

Of course it's not chicken pox.

There's a chance it doesn't go well.

So you chose to side with your daughter.

Nobody's taking sides here.

Words.

Not words.

It's in the will.

What will?

Your father wrote it a few weeks ago to make everything clear.

Tanya.

Hugo.

Not now, Sara.

Read it calmly in your bedrooms.

It's a very long document,

and I don't want any arguments, please.

Is that clear?

Perfectly.

You have to pause your breathing.

Move your index finger gently.

Let the shot surprise you.

Very good.

Again.

Better. See? It's not that hard.

Hey, Leo, don't people usually use a rifle

-on a hunt? -Don't point it at me.

Yeah, okay. Sorry.

Monzer Al Asad likes Kalashnikovs.

We've known each other for 20 years, he's like family.

He's very fond of Sara.

And since I told him about the napalm, he asked me to bring you along.

Wow, thank you.

-Go on, shoot. -Okay.

Again. Shoot.

You're not controlling your breathing.

Look. Step back.

You need discipline,

calmness and a lot of patience.

-Come on. -Damn!

-Don't forget to breathe. -Okay.

Good. Come on, again.

I always thought arms dealers were guys

that crossed jungles or deserts to equip armies.

But Leo told me he arranged everything without leaving his house.

Or, at most, traveling in first class

to visit Monzer Al Asad,

who, besides a friend, was Leo's main contact

with the Middle Eastern market.

SOUTH YEMEN

Monzer had access to all the Arab and African guerrillas

that operated under the protection of the Soviet Union.

A loyal clientele

that he controlled from his headquarters in South Yemen.

Welcome! How are you, my friend?

If Leo needed to make a sale,

Monzer always found the customer, and they shared

the commission evenly.

Thanks to Monzer's good relationship with South Yemen,

Leo had a diplomatic passport that made him

the country's representative for buying and selling weapons.

And not only that. He also gave him access to this document,

which may look simple,

but marks the difference between being an unscrupulous trafficker

and a legal arms dealer.

It's called an end-use certificate,

and it's issued by nations to prove that the sale

is guaranteed by a government.

Thanks to that document, South Yemen legalized

all of Leo Farad's operations.

That's 100 for the next order.

We need more magazines.

With that certificate, Leo bought Kalashnikovs

from his friend Kaspar's factory, in Poland,

where he could get anything from a crate of Kalashnikovs

to a shipload of anti-tank missiles.

I load the weapons in Poland onto a merchant ship headed for Yemen,

but I unload them in any Mediterranean port

requested by the buyer.

So nothing ever reaches Yemen?

Only the commission I pay them for using their end-use certificates.

Are you going to give me some breakfast or what?

Why did you two know about this?

Because I'm the eldest.

-What authority is that? -The one you've never had!

You're pissed because it's not up to you!

No, because it's up to two spoiled brats.

That's how Dad wants it.

What are you talking about?

This isn't the will my father wrote.

Sara, let's have breakfast. We'll discuss it calmly later.

I'd rather talk to him.

Where are you going?

To pack my bags. I'm going back to Marbella.

This is exactly what I asked you not to do.

What I do doesn't matter.

Hugo and Tanya have a majority to decide.

Isn't that what you wanted?

They're your siblings, Sara.

And you convinced Dad to change his will. Please, Mom.

No, the will only puts you on equal terms.

You know better than anyone that my siblings are a mess.

They're my children, too.

If you want legitimacy, you have to earn it.

You can't inherit that.

What the hell have I been doing all these years?

Who signs the papers?

Who works with Dad?

Who spends hours and months dedicating herself to the company?

Who brought the boyfriend who made napalm?

See, that's your problem.

You think you're the smartest, the most cultured,

the most everything.

And you don't listen.

Of course I listen.

No, you don't.

And you think it's a sign of strength.

But it isn't, my love.

It's your weakness.

So if you have a diplomatic passport and an end-use certificate,

anyone can be a middleman?

Not anyone. You need to have contacts,

good ones, relationships with governments, and, most of all, funding.

Funding?

Yes, the customer never pays until he has the merchandise.

If anything happens, it's on you.

That's why you need to know who you're working with,

who your customer is and who has your back.

PRIVATE - HUNTING RESERVE NO TRESPASSING

And Monzer has yours.

Does that mean we have to let him kill the lion?

Welcome!

How are you, my friend?

I'm always happy when I see you.

-Welcome. -Me, too.

He's a prankster.

Yeah.

Leo...

Mawad?

Welcome.

I appreciate that you decided to come.

Why wouldn't I come? This is just business, right?

And killing lions.

With you, I don't know which will be worse.

-What's going on? -Just listen.

Leo.

Mawad.

Do you know his son-in-law?

Of course.

"An appointment with your body in Puerto Banús."

Very original.

-Leo. -Long time no see.

And suddenly, there I was,

surrounded by arms dealers from both blocs,

socialists and capitalists.

Mingling with their two biggest sponsors,

Monzer and the CIA.

I wasn't invited to drink with them,

but that summit would make plenty of headlines.

How's the gym going?

Fine.

Great.

I'm glad.

I heard Sara is very happy with you.

What I don't know is

if she brought you to Marbella to teach aerobics,

to watch her faggot brother,

or to use you in her business.

That's a very good question. Ask her.

Maybe you can do all three.

That would be amazing.

New song?

Weren't you going to Marbella?

You know I'm impulsive.

I get carried away and sometimes I screw up.

Yes, I understand you perfectly.

You do?

How much would you give me?

Excuse me?

To support you.

Tanya, this isn't about buying your support.

It's about the two of us deciding together what's best for the family.

Right. And what if I want to sell you my support?

And why would you want to do that?

Because I don't care.

I don't give a fuck about weapons, wars...

-Tanya, listen to me. -I don't want to, Sara.

All I care about is music. That's all.

So I've been doing the math.

-You have? -Yes.

The cost of musicians,

a promo campaign for tours and recording a proper album.

It all adds up to 90 million pesetas.

Ninety million would cover five years of support.

It's peanuts

compared to what Dad makes in those five years.

You want me to pay for your career?

No, I want you to pay for the launch.

Very well.

And if it doesn't work out?

Another 90 million for a relaunch.

-It's going to work. -Or not.

People could think you're a shitty singer.

Maybe Hugo thinks I'm fucking awesome.

You're going to blackmail me?

We all fight as we can.

Here's my counteroffer.

-Let's hear it. -I'll cover expenses for the demo,

we take it to a record company,

and if they launch you, we become partners and invest in advertising.

-I don't want any favors. -It's not a favor.

I think it is.

Better to go straight for the 90 million, right?

Hugo wouldn't think twice.

Tanya...

Because Hugo doesn't think.

Do you really want to put yourself in his hands?

Suit yourself.

Hi.

A surprising defeat for many, a defeat for Atlético de Madrid

by two goals to zero.

A wake-up call for Atlético de Madrid to...

-Okay, right here. Number 12. -You got it.

How much is it?

2,500 pesetas.

"Mofli."

Much better, what the heck.

What's up?

You're lucky.

If you'd called yesterday, you'd have left empty-handed.

I wasn't planning to come to Madrid, but something came up.

They're cutting it now.

Do you want a beer?

-I prefer rum. -Okay.

-Wait in the back. -Okay.

How are you, Dani?

Fine. You?

Fine.

I put some Coca-Cola because it's strong.

Thank you.

You hear about koalas?

Stop it, Dani, you've been going on all night.

-What? -They like orgies.

Koalas?

Don't listen to him.

He's nuts.

No, no, no.

They're doing research.

Australian scientists from the University of Queensland.

Yeah, right.

You know what is their favorite kind of orgy?

-Which? -The lesbian ones.

-They don't look the part. -I know, right?

Hugo. Someone's asking for you.

What are you doing here?

Did you think I didn't know?

You've been buying coke from that lunatic for three years.

She only has custody of her daughter because she's a police informant.

No idea what you're talking about.

Commissioner Lopera told Dad.

As you can see, besides Dad's cancer,

I know everything about this family.

What do you want?

To help you.

They've released it.

Have you done this many times?

Yes, many.

No, it's okay.

I didn't have a father, either, like you.

I know what it's like to be cold, hungry, ambitious.

But?

No buts at all, on the contrary.

An orphan is always more free, more malleable.

To me, you're like a blank page.

Clean, still unwritten.

I never thought about it that way.

I like it.

Then you have to trust.

And most of all, be faithful.

You mean to Sara?

No, I'm not talking about Sara.

I'm talking about being faithful to the family.

I'm talking about loyalty.

Like the one I have with Monzer, with my people.

For them, I make deals I don't like,

or even drink whiskey with a bastard like Mawad.

Do you understand?

I do.

Because this world is fucked up

and there's too much shit, too much chaos.

But when you're loyal,

it all falls into place.

That's the first rule, the rule that saves you from confusion.

Leo...

Sara told me about your cancer.

How are you?

I'm going to live for a hundred years, boy.

Damn.

Aren't you scared?

You know?

In Tibet, monks have a tradition

of making paintings with grains of sand.

Colored.

It's beautiful.

It takes them five, 10 or 15 years to put each grain in its place.

They're very meticulous.

The day they finish, the day they place the last grain of sand,

do you know what they do?

They blow on the painting

and it all goes to hell.

Why do they do it?

To show that nothing lasts and we can't get attached to anything.

I think the Tibetan monks are fucking morons.

For 20 years,

I've been placing my grains of sand.

The Farad grains.

And I won't let anyone blow them away.

That's why I need a strong family.

Is that clear?

-Hugo... -You don't understand anything.

What don't I understand?

You think that if Dad dies, you can just go

and inherit everything as if this was a dry cleaner's.

Hugo, I'm offering you a deal.

That's the fucking problem, Sara.

You think I'm the problem or Tanya is the problem.

And the problem is Uncle Monzer.

He hands out the contracts,

provides the certificates and guarantees everything.

And Uncle Monzer is an awesome dude, isn't he?

-Nice, sensitive, even. -Yes.

But he's also a traditionalist Arab

with three wives who never in his fucking life

has sat down to eat at the same table with Mom.

So I'm wondering what makes you think that you, a woman,

will negotiate anything with Uncle Monzer.

Do you see yourself in Jordan negotiating one-on-one with the Al-Fatah?

Or with the Yemenis?

Or the Tunisians?

Who said I'm doing it alone?

Your boyfriend, Sara, is not a Farad.

It's here.

Fuck.

Did we hit it?

I don't know.

It might be wounded.

Wait for me here.

What are you going to do?

-I'll take a look. -Okay.

Leo!

Leo!

Leo!

Leo!

Fuck. Leo!

Fuck.

Now. Shoot.

You do it.

-I'm out of bullets. -Here.

I didn't kill the lion in the end.

My competition wasn't Leo.

It was the dysfunctional side of the Farad family.

The side that saw me as a threat.

I've thought a lot about this, and I think it's the best decision.

Oskar is perfect.

Everyone likes him, he's resolute

and has an energy I love.

And while I would have liked a boy with Algerian roots,

that wouldn't make us wiser or stronger.

What matters is

he's the husband my daughter wants

and the brother this family needs.

-Let's toast to love. -To love.

To love.

So instead of a dead lion as a trophy, I got a marriage.

I thought that with that decision, Leo would impose the order the family needed.

The authority.

But with the Farads, there was only one thing you could count on...

You never know what kind of war awaits you.