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What?

What the hell is going on?

You're fucking kidding me! Goddammit!

GANGS OF GALICIA

What do you think?

- This was the business? - Should we buy it or not?

- We should look at the books, right? - You mean you're gonna read now?

Nazario says it's great. I'll show you the figures.

If you don't mind, I'd rather check the accounts myself.

Sure. But first, we should try their services, right?

Come on.

- Hi. - Hello.

Cool, huh?

What's with you? Leaving?

This kind of bores me, to be honest. Plus, I've got an errand to run.

Want me to come with you?

No. Just relax and enjoy. It can't all be work.

We haven't even started yet!

You'd be surprised. We'll talk later.

- What's up, Maca? - How's it going, man? All good?

Come on, damn it! For fuck's sake!

But what did he say? Why did he show up there?

Says it was a coincidence, sometimes comes here to smoke up.

- But he didn't have any weed on him. - Jesus Christ.

Did he see him?

- I think so. - What do you mean "think"? Goddammit.

- Did he see him or not? - Yes, damn it. He saw him.

And you couldn't blindfold him or something so he doesn't recognize you?

Dude, it's Samuel.

We've already gagged him. We're not blindfolding him too.

Okay, fine. Just talk to them.

And make it clear to both of them they didn't see a damn thing.

Okay?

We'll have to tell Daniel.

I'll handle that. You take care of your part.

And as soon as you've set him straight, send him to school.

All right? Got it?

I fucking got it.

All right then.

May I?

Yes, of course.

I was eager to meet you.

Same here.

From what I've heard,

since you arrived in town, everyone's been a bit stirred up.

Especially Nazario, your lawyer.

That guy's a bastard.

But very loyal.

Yes. As long as there's money to be made.

Like everyone, right?

I've yet to meet anyone who doesn't like money.

Don't you like money, Ana?

Yes. But I value other things too.

Like what, for example?

Freedom.

Can you have freedom without money? They're the same thing, aren't they?

Nazario is convinced you're a threat.

- To him? - No, to the business.

He thinks my son would do anything just to get you into bed.

My relationship with your son is strictly professional.

A prostitute could say that too, right?

And...

why did you save the Snitches' asses?

Because they hired my services.

It's what I do for my clients instead of sleeping with them.

No other reason?

Yes.

I don't like people abusing others just to prove they can.

I think if you have scores to settle with the partner who betrayed you,

you should settle it with him, not them, right?

And who says I didn't?

You would've made sure everyone knew about it, right?

Well, Ana...

It was a pleasure.

Likewise.

Marco.

Marco.

What's wrong?

Nothing, but it's clear you don't care about me.

- Says who? - Damn, María.

Look, what you said pissed me off. But I never said I didn't care about you.

I must've misunderstood.

It's not just with me, you're off with everyone today,

and in class, you were, I don't know, out of it.

María, I need to be alone, okay? I need to think.

Right. I've been thinking too, you know?

About what you said about my grandpa.

- Not that again... - Listen to me.

All these years...

Look, you know my family.

They hate him for disappearing like that.

Maybe, I did the opposite and wanted to see him...

As a hero.

That's why I got so mad the other day.

Because deep down, I know you're right.

He was involved in the mess like the others.

He just came forward to save himself.

Let's go.

- Latte. - Thanks.

And a slice of tortilla.

No, please. Your mom's gonna make me put on weight.

Oh, dear...

With all the running, you'll burn it off in no time.

Do you mind?

No. Go ahead.

Actually, can I have one?

- You smoke? - Yes, I know it doesn't seem like it.

- No. - But I do smoke sometimes.

Here.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Laura, can I ask you something?

Sure.

What was your father like?

Sorry. If you don't want to answer...

No, it's okay. Honestly, I don't really know.

I don't remember much of him.

I was very young, I don't...

I remember his big hands.

Well, they seemed big to me.

And how it hurt

when he had to comb my hair to take me to school.

Yeah. My dad would go crazy trying to untangle my knots.

My mom says he really liked to party.

And he was a good singer.

But I never heard him.

No, me neither.

My father, I mean.

How old is he?

He died.

A few months ago.

God, I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Well, it was...

It was very quick, cancer.

At least you had the chance to know him well, right?

Yes.

Listen, did you see anyone come in here yesterday?

No.

What, are you taking me for an idiot?

Why are you hitting me, Toño?

Damn it, Samuel, we might have to shoot you.

What are you talking about?

You don't need to be here for that to happen.

You know that, don't you?

You can be relaxing at home or at the bar,

but if we find out you've been around

saying you saw this or heard that, you won't last a day.

- Am I clear? - Yes.

- Yes? - Yes!

Good. I see we understand each other.

- Talk to them. Tell them to let me go. - Yes.

They listen to you.

Just calm down. Here, eat something.

Eat slowly and relax, damn it.

So you're sure?

I said it before.

They were wearing ski masks. I didn't recognize anyone.

Why don't I believe you?

I don't know.

You know everyone here.

Even if they wore masks, you must've heard something.

A familiar voice to help us find that poor man before it's too late.

They didn't say a thing.

I don't get it, Laura.

- I thought you, of all people... - You thought we, of all people, what?

You owe them nothing.

On the contrary.

You shouldn't be protecting them.

I'm protecting myself and my daughter.

That's all.

As good as new!

Of course, I've been working hard on it. It was a wreck.

- You keep trashing it. - Yeah.

- Listen. - What?

I had a talk with our friends.

They must be pleased, right?

Very pleased. The next job's going to be big.

Really? How big?

- As big as your car, at least. - Wow. Awesome, man.

A fully loaded merchant ship.

We'll need to go halfway down to the Azores to unload it.

So, we need to have the Italians deliver the boat ASAP,

otherwise, we won't make it. When is it?

I'll let you know. But we need everything ready.

- We're talking big money. - Don't worry.

We're going to nail this, you'll see.

But we do need to sort out that other issue. You know?

- Samuel? - Yeah.

Let him go.

- No. Are you sure? - Yes, man.

He's so scared, he won't say a thing.

What? Was there an issue with him?

No, not with him.

- What? - With Marco.

He showed up at the cannery, saw Samuel, and Samuel saw him.

You're kidding.

- What was he doing there? - No clue. Jerking off, I don't know.

- But now we have to... - Now what?

- Are we gonna off Samuel over this? - Not off him, but we have to do something.

Kidnapping him was a mistake. We shouldn't have listened to my dad.

We can't screw this up.

- If he decides to sing... - He won't.

- He'll screw us over. - He knows what's good for him.

We need to be careful with Marco, make sure he doesn't talk to anyone.

Don't worry about that.

Toño talked to him, and he knows what he's gotta do.

Toño?

CUSTOMS

- Good morning. - Good morning.

NATIONAL POLICE

- Go ahead. - Thank you.

- All good? - Living the dream, man.

You saw them leave the parking lot, right?

Yes, I noticed. The blue car, right?

- Did you make sure they didn't follow you? - You can relax.

I drove around for a while and didn't see anything suspicious.

- Somehow, they know something. - What could they possibly know?

I've been off their radar for months, and now I can't shake them.

There's no such thing as coincidence, Nazario.

In any case, we could've postponed this for another time.

I promised the people at this office I'd be here today.

We didn't need to sign it today.

And I should ask the damn police for permission on when to close my deals?

Well, you are meant to be in jail...

Hey, Nazario.

In or out of prison, I run my life, okay?

Let's go.

- Hello, good morning. - Good morning.

We have an appointment with attorney Ana González.

- Come in. - Thanks.

- Come in. Take a seat. - There.

All very nice.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Nice to meet you. Ana. - How are you?

- Carmelo, nice to meet you. - A pleasure.

So, tell me.

How can I help you?

Well, I'd like to ask you a question.

Is it true you helped the Snitches with the bar?

Well, yes. Doña Berta Figaredo hired my services,

so yes, I suppose so.

That's awesome because we need someone who's got a pair.

Oh. Great.

Carmelo.

- Don't be rude. - What did I say now?

- You're embarrassing me... - It's okay.

- Excuse him. - No, really. It's all good.

Well, it's about an inheritance.

My late father's.

Her brothers pulled some shady scheming,

and are looking to get the top spoils, understand?

- Yes. I think so. - She doesn't need to know that part.

- Just cutting it short. - Well...

I'm very sorry for your loss, but yes, tell me more.

So, what do we do about your son?

About the lawyer?

Better leave that for now.

I'm telling you, that woman's up to no good.

She wants what's yours.

Right, and you don't?

Are you serious?

How can you say that, after all these years working together?

Nazario, how much money have you made with us?

A lot. Yes.

But you've made much more thanks to my work, haven't you?

That lawyer seems good at what she does. Probably better than you.

You need to wise up, Nazario.

We'll see who needs to wise up and who's the wise one.

Damn it, this seafood is awful.

Tastes like plastic.

- Yes? - Hello. I'm looking for Naranjo.

Naranjo?

Yes, he's one of the bosses, right? A commander or something.

Inspector Naranjo, from the GRECO unit.

They're not based here. Their HQ is in Pontevedra.

In Pontevedra.

Are you sure?

Absolutely. But if you want to talk to someone here...

- No, thanks. I'll go to Pontevedra. - Wait a sec.

Let me jot down their number for you.

Give them a call, schedule an appointment, and it'll be a lot easier.

Thanks.

Look.

The Italian police identified him. He's a hustler.

Works in Rome as a promoter for several nightclubs.

He's friends with several local dealers.

Finds girls for them, but doesn't seem to be in the business.

I see.

So, why was he chatting with these guys?

Just tagging along with the other guy in the bathroom.

Ask Madrid for help. We need to find out who he is, okay?

And check the street cameras, he had to have entered at some point.

- Yes. - Go ahead.

BUS STATION

Everybody out, now!

Are you deaf? Get the hell out!

What the hell is this? What are you doing? Not this again. Get out of here, now!

- Relax, nothing's going to happen. - Out!

Just do as you're told and it'll be fine.

- Hello, Berta. Long time no see. - What do you want?

- It's so clean in here. - What do you want?

New paint job?

Look.

Right now, your granddaughter is on a bus to Pontevedra

to meet with the GRECO cop who swings by here now and then.

If I hear she walks into that station when she arrives,

I'll burn down your bar.

With you in it.

So, I'd call her if I were you, to prevent any mistakes.

My phone's inside.

All right. I'll come with you.

- Grandma? - María, get out of there.

- What? - Get out now! Just leave, right now!

But...

She just left.

Didn't talk to anyone, was just in there two minutes.

Okay.

Now, if you have to, have her change schools

and forget Marco.

I don't want to see them together again, got it?

All right. Always a pleasure to see you.

- Yeah? - Get in.

I've got plans.

Get in.

Hey, can you drop that off later?

- What did you tell María? - Nothing.

Nothing, my ass. Did you tell her what you saw?

- Did you tell her? - I didn't say anything!

Then why did she go talk to the cops?

The cops? How should I know?

- I told you not to open your mouth. - And I didn't, I swear.

It better be true.

- What will happen to Samuel? - What's it to you?

I care, that's why I'm asking.

Are you stupid or what?

- Stop the car, I wanna get out. - Excuse me?

Stop the damn car, I want to get out!

You'll get out when I say you can.

What the...? Marco!

Goddamn kid.

What?

Where were you off to, little rat?

Huh? You're in quite the hurry, aren't you?

- You just got here? - Yes. Get in.

- Go get some sleep. - Get in, please.

- Your tests are in half an hour, right? - Yes, but I told you it's not necessary.

Maybe not, but I want to come with you.

Please.

Marta, I want you to know

you're the only thing that matters to me in this world.

Sorry, Marta, I need to take this call.

- Yes, what's up? - The street cameras worked.

We found out who was in the bathroom. Andrea Pilloni.

Who the hell is that?

Owns a shipyard in Sardinia. Apparently does a lot of business with Rocco.

They party all over the island in the summer.

They're trying to buy a speedboat.

But it must be something special, not made around here.

Yeah. It's clear that the Padíns are up to something big.

Definitely.

Thanks a lot.

{an8}PORTO

- It's right there. - Here?

NOTARY

- Is the paperwork ready? - It's all there.

- The notary will be here in a minute. - Perfect. Thank you.

Thank you.

Holy shit.

Do I have to sign all that?

It looks like a lot, but it's actually straightforward.

We're transferring several of your properties

to a company I've set up for you in the Cayman Islands.

- And everything else? - Shell companies.

To obscure the trail before the properties reappear in the name of the main company.

- The one in the Cayman Islands? - Exactly.

And you're sure they can't trace it back to me?

Doing it in Portugal already makes any investigation harder,

because they'd need an international warrant,

and even if they get one,

what they'll find is that you've sold several properties

to private corporations that belong to you,

but are not attached to your name in any way.

Brilliant.

- Are you still seeing Marco? - What?

- You heard me. Answer. - It's none of your business.

- What did he tell you? - About what?

- About his uncles' business. - Nothing, Mom.

- So what did you want to tell the police? - What I saw.

What we both saw when they took Samuel.

And what I heard, Toño's voice.

- Are you out of your mind? - Why? For telling the truth?

For not keeping quiet like you do?

I couldn't believe it when I saw you talking with that cop.

He's right, Mom. Why should we protect those people?

Because they almost set your grandmother on fire.

Do you get it now, or not?

How about that notary? What a character.

With his jacket and that slicked-back silver hair.

- Yeah, he looked like an old movie star. - Right?

How about this place he recommended?

What's wrong with this place? I love it.

Me too. But he thought we were an item.

- What are you talking about? Why? - Can't you tell?

Don't you see it's all couples here?

- I mean, there's got to be a mix, right? - No.

Wanna bet?

This dinner?

Be careful, it's expensive.

Nothing compared to the bill I'm sending you.

Oh, really? It's on.

Those two, the woman in purple and the guy with the beard.

What about them? They could easily be married.

Can't you see she laughs at all his jokes?

- So? - That means they're not married.

- Look. - Damn.

- Yep. - No.

I'm gonna order the most expensive stuff.

Be careful.

Look at those two. Talk about dull.

Congratulations.

- Are you sure you're not cold? - No. I'm fine.

- I won't offer my jacket again. - We're almost there anyway.

Listen, one thing. With all the dinner talk,

- I didn't get a chance to... Well... - What?

I came here with the idea of making you an offer.

What?

Don't look at me like that. Whatever you're thinking, it's not that.

"It's not that"?

What do you take me for?

I'm a businessman, a serious man.

Yes. So am I.

A woman.

I want to buy two boats. Two fishing boats, here in Portugal.

And you want me to handle it?

I want you to do what you did before.

Make sure no one finds out who bought them.

And that your name doesn't appear anywhere, right?

You'd handle all the paperwork and get paid.

That way, you can afford more dinners.

Huh?

What do you think?

- Yes. I can do that. - Really?

Brilliant.

Well then, time to rest.

This is my room.

All right.

- I'm off to mine. - Of course.

Good night.

Hey, thanks for dinner.

{an8}DANIEL CAN'T SLEEP. I'M WIDE AWAKE

{an8}ANA COUNT SHEEP

{an8}DANIEL I'VE GOT A WHOLE FLOCK HERE!

{an8}ANA HAHAHAHAHA

{an8}SO?

{an8}DANIEL DID YOU BRING ANY BOOKS?

ANA NO

{an8}ANA WHAT DO YOU WANT?

{an8}A BEDTIME STORY?

{an8}ANA I'M TOO LAZY TO GET DRESSED

{an8}DANIEL SHOULD I COME OVER?

I'LL COME OVER!

{an8}ANA GOOD NIGHT

Damn, what a bumpy road.

Shit.

- Get out. - Let's go.

Be careful, man.

Don't crack your head open now, right at the end.

- Come on, damn it. - Bring him here.

What's going on?

- Huh? - Over here, Fifo.

Take off his hood. Bring him closer.

- Let him have a good look. - I won't say anything, for real.

- You can be sure of that. - Let me go, Nilo, please.

You should've thought about that before you got cozy with the GRECO.

- Let me go. - Shut the hell up!

- Come on, down. - Are you insane?

No!

Hey! You okay?

Did you hurt yourself?

Bastards.

Come on. Turn that on. Bring it here.

No! I didn't tell them anything. Damn, Nilo.

- They don't know anything. - Hit it!

- We don't have all damn night. Let's go. - I didn't tell them anything.

Yeah, man, sure.

- Turn that shit off! - All right.

- Get me out of here. Damn, stop, dude! - Hit it!

- Do it. - Stop!

- Stop it! - Fucking hell!

What, you're giving orders now?

- Nilo, please! - Don't you know how to ask properly?

In memory of your father, Nilo!

- Turn it off! - Damn.

Are you gonna make me remember that bastard today too?

Fuck you! Just shoot me!

- Samuel. - Dammit.

- What? - Not a word about this.

I swear. I swear I won't say a word, man.

I swear on my fucking mother. Get me the fuck out of here.

Let's go.

Hey! Don't leave me here, you bastards!

Don't leave me here! Damn it!

Don't fucking leave me here!

Bastards! I'm going to get you, assholes!

Hey, Rober! Take care of this, we need to get to work.

Hey, stop!

There's someone in here.

Subtitle translation by: Felipe M.