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Good shit.

Shiny new toys. They're nice, huh?

Go on, shitheads,
don't just stand there drooling.

They won't bite, everybody take one.

All right. Now, go around
to the old stash houses.

All you need to do
is take back what was ours.

Let's take care of business.

Hey, guys,
that means no fooling around.

I have sandwiches for you guys!

Hey, my day just got better!

And we're real hungry, huh?
Here, drink up!

-Now, the cheese sandwich is yours.
-Those are for the guys.

Anything for me? I am dying of hunger.

-The beef one's yours, Manuel.
-Oh!

Aren't you hungry?

Thank you so much!
We always appreciate you.

Happy to help.

Mmm, it's really good!

Here we go.

Don't forget the custard.

Eat everything, my boys.

Wow, that's good!

Mama, tonight we should
have some Spanish omelets!

-Everybody, get out!
-Come on, everyone inside.

Inside, inside, let's go!

This place is ours!

Get out of there, motherfuckers!

Nobody's fucking going anywhere!

Move it. Move, damn it!

You'd better not run!

No! Mama!

Stay there!

Either you clear
out or I kill her, got it?

Let her go, you sons of bitches!

She hasn't done anything.

Oh please...

Please don't. Don't do this.

No!

Mama! Mama!

Get up, you old bitch.

The next shot

blows her brains all
over the sidewalk, bro.

I'm gonna kill you pieces of shit!

One...

Two...

And...

No!

All right! Fine!

We're leaving.

You monsters!

Come on.

Are you deaf or what?
Get the fuck out of here, assholes.

And stay the fuck out!

Mama!

Oh my God.

Let's go, motherfuckers.

Inmates in block three
may now access the central courtyard.

Inmates in block three may
now access the central courtyard.

I thought you didn't want to see me.

Well, I do now.

I wanted to see you so bad.

I was counting down the days
until I'd see you at the trial.

I don't want you to come.

But why?

I need the last time we see each other

to be this time.

Promise me you won't come.
And just forget me.

This isn't right, you know.

Promise me you won't.

Is this why you had me come here?

What I needed was the closure.

I won't forget you.

I don't want to.

Take care, Jimena.

Hello.

I hope to God
Amanda didn't see you like this.

You look pretty horrible.

Says the pot to the kettle.

I can tell you didn't sleep at all.

How's Santi?

He managed to sleep.

The adrenaline was exhausting.

But now there's no way
to get that kid out of his room.

I'll get it.

Hello, my dear.

Mom, what're you doing here?

Papa's just inside.

I know that.

I asked her to come over.

We have some things
to discuss as a family.

Have you heard yet?

The old stash houses are ours again.

Yeah, I heard about it.

The Virgin Mary
heard about it, believe me.

Everyone heard bullets exploding

through the goddamn walls of Entrevías!

Tell me why was it necessary
to put a hole in that poor woman's leg?

Because you have to break
some eggs to make an omelet, Godfather.

Ballistics, from the homicide department,

will now examine the bullet
they pulled out of that woman's leg.

How long do you suppose it'll take
for homicide to make the connection

and show it was from a weapon

that wasn't supposed to exist
out on these fucking streets?

How did you expect we'd make those
assholes get out of the stash houses?

Just cook up some paellas
and offer a snack?

Now that we have the weapons

the streets belong to us.

Your brain is turning
into a goddamn pizza!

What you're gonna do is this.

What you're gonna do
is hide every single weapon.

Make sure you hide it good.

And that's the end
of this fucking conversation.

You don't order me to do one damn thing!

You're not the boss here.

I think we need to clarify our terms.

You don't seem to grasp
your role in our little venture.

Maybe I don't.

The idea, the plan to come here
to take over Entrevías...

is all mine.

Our goals are set by me.

I give the orders around here.

And you just need to get that into
your tiny little motherfucking head!

Hear me?

Ah!

My pussy's on the line
while your ass is content to run away

whenever shit gets
a little too inconvenient.

What the fuck, Godfather?

Hide those weapons
where they'll stay hidden.

Or else we're gonna be dealing
with some big-time bullshit, all right?

Motherfucker.

-I don't want to.
-Come over here.

I know it's not easy, honey.

But you have to do this.

-In here.
-Take your sweet time, we'll wait for you.

Papa.

Sit down.

Come on, Santi, sit.

Look, Santi,

my son.

I know things have been really bad,

but you have to face this.

And we're here to help you do that.

I asked your mother over because

I am willing to swallow my pride,

my principles, and whatever
else is needed so you can get better.

That's all that's important.

Sweetheart, your world
must feel dark, I'm sure.

Your chakras are blocked right now.

But if we can talk about it,

you can explore
and self-reflect on this experience,

and regain your equilibrium.

You'll see.

Are you here to help the kid
get his confidence back,

or recruit him for a cult?

Papa, she's only trying to help.

Santi, this isn't about your chakras.

It's about those three children of yours.

Gotta bounce back.

Because Fanny's making
a case for full custody, you understand?

No.

-She won't take custody.
-There you go, Santi.

-That's the spirit.
-Yeah.

There won't be a custody battle.

I'll just give it to her.

Sweetheart...

...you can't be serious?

I'm not well.

I'm not fit to care
for my children in this state.

Did you say you're not going to
take care of your children?

You're being an imbecile.

Papa.

No, look, your father is right.

Not about you being an imbecile.

But your kids need
the love of their father.

No, Mom. The kids need a safe environment.

And I'm pretty sure it's safer with Fanny.

I've never seen our boy
with such a dark aura.

Can you just quit it
with all that Dalai Lama bullshit

when you're talking to me?

Santi is feeling sad.

Defeated.

He's got to get out of the house.
Let him find his mojo.

He could stay with me.
Just for a bit, huh?

Oh, yeah, so you can
convert him to a Palmarian.

No, I got him.

He's going to the hardware store
whether he likes it or not.

It's about time we open.

Don't get too comfy,

this little visit
is just a very rare exception.

I, um...

May I use your restroom?

Or should I just pee in the hallway?

Well, you lived in Uganda.

I'm sure you've peed in far worse places.

Hmm.

Santi, I'm coming in.

-Let's go, Santi.
-Papa...

What're you doing here?

Oh. Shh. My time is short.

I just wanted to tell you, real quick,

I sent your video
to my friends in the dance troupe,

and they're very excited about it!

They say you've got something special.

-They said that?
-Uh-huh.

They've got a new show in the works
and they'd like to give you an audition.

There's no way.

This is everything I've ever wanted.

Shh. Oh no, honey, no. No, no, no.

Shh. There you are, yes, yes.

See? Shh. There, there.

No. I can't join a dance company.

-What am I thinking?
-Hey, hey, what does that mean?

You can do it.

How about this?

You come down
to the foundation to rehearse.

There's lots of space there.

No, you don't get it.

I can't go. I'm a mother.

Well, it's true. You're now a mother,

but we're all here to help you out.

I think everything'll work out fine. Hm?

Okay, let's go.

Are you saying

I should be away from him and Nelson?

-I mean, what is he even gonna say?
-Irene.

You won't know until you tell him.

For now, you can smile, my flower.

This is a wonderful turn of events.

I have to go, I'll see you.

See you later.

Ugh, look at his face.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Hello.

Hi there, Santi.

-How you feeling?
-Pretty bad.

The truth is, I don't feel like
doing anything. Just getting up is tough.

Well,

I can barely string
two sentences together,

so I do get it.

We... We all struggle.

Get us two coffees.

Sure.

Did you guys hear about all of
the shootings on the street this morning?

No.

Shots on the boulevard,
at the park, even around Rositas,

shots fired everywhere.

The neighborhood looked like a mascletà.

-Isn't that drug gang stomping grounds?
-I think so.

Some woman got shot
in the leg, from what I heard.

See, Santi?

That woman's gonna have a much
harder time getting up in the morning.

What I'm wondering is,
where those kids got so many guns?

Overnight. It's a mystery.

Not sure how to explain it.

Who's he calling?

This is Ezeqs,
leave a message or I'll ignore you.

Ezequiel, now you disappear?

Call me back.

Now!

They have a whole arsenal.

Makes me nervous.

Well, shit.

Came here in a hurry, didn't you?

If a butterfly dies in Entrevías,
justice is shaken to its foundation.

So you took... my chair?

This isn't your chair.

You serve at my leisure.

Three shootings in one morning,

one woman injured.

You've outdone yourself.

We've opened a full investigation.

My men are working
to stop this wave of violence.

That's not what really worries me.

We have the preliminary
analysis from ballistics.

The bullet they dug out of that woman
was from a gun we had confiscated.

The gun was confiscated?

So now you're accusing my men
without evidence? Is that it?

Are you a moron who doesn't know anything

or one corrupt son of a bitch?

Because in either case,
it looks pretty bad.

Very bad.

I'm going to the bathroom.

To the bathroom?
While you're at it, eat shit.

Oh shit, you're the guy from the Ministry.

That's terrific. I'd shake your hand,
but it's totally covered in piss.

What a mess we've got.

I guess you're here about those shootings.

What's the word at the Ministry, huh?

Sorry, I'm here to urinate,
not to have a chat.

Ah, it was a joke, it was a joke,

I didn't even pull
my dick out of my trousers.

Excuse me?

With assholes like
Inspector Romero around here,

there's much to discuss because
we have murders, we have shootings,

and the good Inspector
doesn't give a rat's ass

about enforcing the law anyway.

And we cannot go on like this.

We are aware of that, thanks.

You are aware. Hmm. Of course.

Hey, listen, I'm not trying
to step on the toes of the Ministry here.

If I were running the Ministry,
I'd blow my fucking brains out,

but why aren't you guys

handing a pink slip
to our friend, the good Inspector?

Because it's hard to find a replacement.

That can't be the real reason
he's still around here.

You mean to tell me
you can't find some piece of shit

who's less shitty
than this piece of shit is?

It's a tough position to fill, that's all.

The old Inspector, Amanda Martos,
she really ran this place efficiently.

-I'm telling you.
-Mm.

She's a good candidate, yes.

She's also facing
20 years in prison right now.

Oh yeah.

You see the future.

I'm telling you now
that the ruin of Amanda Martos,

that ruin has yet to be seen.

Good afternoon.

Oh hi. What is it?

Well, I think we need to have a chat.

The trial of the woman
you love is tomorrow,

so we got to run 24 hours like Le Mans
to find a way to get your lady acquitted.

How about a cup of coffee?

Uh, yes.

-Uh...
-What I really need is...

all of the documentation
that you have on the case.

First, get me the coffee,
my head's killing me.

Yeah, sure, let's sit down.

You wanted paperwork.

Catch me up on the story thus far.

The story starts badly
and gets worse from there.

There are various witnesses to consider.

There are police officers
who testified they had responded to a call

that my father was
threatening to kill Salgado.

No, no, no.

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

No!

Grandpa, please don't do this!

Then Amanda showed up.

She had just learned that Salgado was
the one to blame for her father's murder.

And she shot him five times.

[Ezequiel If you think about it,
this really isn't that bad.

Whole thing boils down to a few cops,
your dad, a young girl, and a gun.

-That's not much.
-Right.

It's true some of the police officers
couldn't see what happened

because Amanda was blocking
their view, but there was one...

-Who was it?
-Who, who, who?

Freeze!

Drop the gun and don't move.

Andrade.

Andrade's a chump, I can handle that guy.

And then there's the testimony
of your father and your daughter,

who will say that they saw nothing.

You'd better handle Tirso,
I don't think I could stomach it.

Okay. Okay.

We still have to deal with...

-Amanda's service pistol, with her prints.
-Yes, that one's trickier.

I got that right here.

Here... Here it is, the pistol.

Okay.

Who was that one saint again? You know,

the Saint of Hopeless Causes.

Saint Jude, was it that one?

That's the one.

Say a prayer to him
and I'll pray to Saint Matías.

I'll keep this picture.

Thanks for the coffee.

Twenty-four hours.

Irene.

Nelson.

What're you doing here?

Nothing.

Maica said I could come here
and dance when I wanted.

So here I am.

That's great,
but why didn't you tell me about it?

Well, it's... no big deal.

And Víctor's with my mother.

Sit.

I want to ask you something.

Yeah, of course, what is it?

Uh, well...

You know that I
always wanted to be a dancer, right?

Life got complicated
and then we had little Víctor.

But I don't want to quit dancing.

I wanna keep doing it.

Yes, my love.

I know that. That's normal.

You have to do the thing
that makes you happy.

That's all that's important, right?

But...

there is something else
we have to talk about.

I know.

You think I can't see it, Irene?

Ever since I got hired here,

I've been leaving you
all alone with Víctor.

I know that.

And, of course,

I feel horrible because
I miss you both like crazy.

After everything that's happened to us,

we've been through it all,

and now we're together, we have this baby...

I just want us to spend
every minute we can together.

Look,

I swear that things will change.

I'm going to be there more,
you have my word.

Okay?

Yeah.

I love you.

Did you check the deliveries on the paint?

Why? They're always fine.

Well, these aren't fine.
Something isn't right with all of this, I...

Can... Can I eat my sandwich in here?

What happened?

Did you and Pepe get into an argument?

I don't want him to see me eat this.

I made this at my place.

Ever since Gladys was fired,
all the food at Pepe's makes me nauseous.

You used to love his cooking.

And when I was a boy,
I was a fan of Ma... Manolo Escobar.

But people grow up.

There you are.

Don't even think
of leaving a mess on the damn floor.

Oh. Okay, okay.

Manolo Escobar?

You serious?

Yes. I just love "El Porompompero."

Because if I stutter, no one notices.

Huh?

Ciao, ciao, ciao.

-Ezequiel!
-Hey!

Where you headed?
You didn't answer your phone.

You're avoiding me.

You think it's a coincidence
that you and I stole all those weapons,

and this morning
those gangsters show up in force

at their old stash houses?

What do you want me to say, Tirso?
I'm every bit as upset as you are.

-Are you making fun of me?
-No.

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

to those piece of-shit drug gang bastards!

Tirso, think it through.

Why would I ever give those guys
any of those weapons you and I recovered?

These weapons have been marked as seized.

Those weapons are on
their very merry little way

to the foundry in 15 days.

They'll be the fucking screws

you're selling
in your hardware store, Tirso.

So how'd they manage
to magically get all these new guns?

Tirso, do you understand the levels
of corruption in the police department?

You think that all those guns
that you and I stole are the only ones

the police department
has ever confiscated?

And maybe you're... corrupt yourself.

You always insult me, Tirso. Always.

The pain'll wear off.

I'm sure.

Where's Santi?

Mm. We talked about Ca... Camela.

And turns out
that Fa...Fanny and him fell in love

listening to "Cuando Zarpa el Amor."

Where is Santi?

He's in the bathroom.

He's crying.

Fuck, Sanchís,
I left him with you for only a second.

I'll see how he's doing.

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

I need you to do something for me.

Wh... What is it?

I have an inkling
that Ezequiel is one rotten apple.

Oh, you mean his...
his breath smells like old garbage?

No, Sanchís, no.

What I mean is I think he...

is corrupt.

And he's got a deal
with those drug pushers.

I want you to follow him and see
if he meets with anyone suspicious.

Consider it done, Captain.

-What're you doing?
-Mmm.

Pi... Picking up m-my crumbs.

All right, enough,
come on now, Sanchís, okay.

Let's go.

All right, son, time to pull it together.

Relax, take it easy. Right.

Just sit tight, they're going
over there right now to handle this.

You just stay calm.

Perfect.

What the hell?

Get me a coffee with two sugars

and stir it with
that pen you got over there.

So I'm your secretary now or...

Andrade, right now I could take you out
to any given corner in Entrevías

and pimp your ass out
to a conga line of strangers

because you're fucked. Huh?

With all those seized weapons
shooting random citizens and whatnot.

And when they learn
that it was all your fault,

they're gonna fuck you so hard you won't
control your bowels for at least a month.

Shh. Ezequiel, come, come with me.

Let's talk right over here.

-I'm telling you, at least a month.
-Yes, yes, let's talk over here, please.

I didn't do anything
and you know that perfectly well.

I am having a moral dilemma, Andrade.

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

but as a police officer, of course,
I know they'll give you a real hard time.

And, shit, it isn't
very ethically fair to you.

No, it isn't, of course.

I got the orders from the Inspector.

If you hand over the papers that I signed,

of course, I'm going
to get fucked, Ezequiel.

Ezequiel, I'm asking you,

don't do this.

And this moral dilemma
gets worse, Andrade,

because I learned that in the trial
of my old partner, Amanda Martos,

our former partner, Andrade...

is facing 20 years in a cell

all because you fucking decided
to declare that you saw something.

What the hell are you talking about?

I'm talking about tomorrow,
when you change your testimony,

Amanda goes free,
and justice is served on every front.

You can't ask me
to perjure myself at a trial.

I won't do it.

You're concerned with morals, eh, Andrade?

Then don't go asking me
to hide all of the evidence

regarding guns that ended up
where they're not supposed to be.

Okay. I will just...

give them a different
testimony at the trial.

But you have to burn
those registration documents.

Deal?

Do you have the guns?

Wasn't easy, but they're in there.

With this heavy police presence,
I'm surprised you made it here.

Yeah, we took
my brother's car to stay low-key.

This morning, they served
a warrant at my parent's house.

And yesterday, my brother.

Yeah, uh-huh, it's clear they're willing

to comb through
every square foot of Entrevías.

We need to think of
somewhere to hide these guns.

There's no way I'm going back in prison.

Yeah, I know that.

We gotta find someone
who's not in the gang,

but who's able to stash
the guns somewhere the cops won't suspect.

And I think I know
just the person who can do it.

What're you doing?

Take it easy, I'm not robbing you.

I'm clearing some space
for the boxing class.

Tente's actually helping us?
Or is there something in his tea?

I can't really believe it, either.

And I haven't had any of the tea.

Why the hell are you guys here?

No reason. Visiting an old pal.

What's happening?

You're gonna do us a favor.

You have to hide some things for us.

You kicked me out of the gang.

You know what,
you piece of shit?

Forget about the gang.

Won't matter if you
end up a corpse, will it?

So it's up to you.

You wanna walk away?

Or you gonna do what you're told?

Where'd the damn salt go?

Sanchís, I'm sorta busy at the moment.

Tirso, you were right.

E-Ezequiel is with a man,

a suspicious man.

And he's got a gym bag full of something.

But I don't know what.

Move closer to where they are.
So you can hear what they're saying.

Well... Well, it's just
Ezequiel knows me, so it...

it might blow my cover, but...
but maybe I could take photos.

What good is a photo gonna do?
What am I, a gallery owner?

I want to know what's going on.

Well, if I move closer
maybe he'd recognize me.

And if you don't want a photo
then I might as well leave.

Yeah, okay, go ahead, take a damn photo.

-I guess that'll have to do.
-Yeah, it... it is gonna have to do.

That's all I can get.

Don't... Don't hang up.

-Sanchís!
-Oh, oh!

-Ji... Jimena.
-What are you doing here?

Well,

I was taking a...
uh, a selfie for my mother.

But you're using the front-facing camera.

Ah, I guess I am. Okay, all right.

And what're you doing here?

I'm going to see Ezequiel and his friend
about Amanda's trial in the morning.

You're more than welcome to join us.

Oh, uh, no, no, no, no.

I have to be going.

Ah. Well, then.

-I could take your photo for you.
-No, no, no, I'm...

-I'm gonna do it.
-Okay.

-I'll see you.
-Yeah, see ya.

Are... Are you still there, Captain?

Was that my daughter?

Why is she there?

-She's having cocktails.
-Cocktails?

Fuck, Sanchís,
have a little professionalism.

Oh!

And now my lentils
are burning because of you! God.

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

You just keep an eye on Ezequiel.

G-Grouchy. Wow.

Jimena.

Let me introduce Saint Matías.

Saint Matías, this is Jimena.

Saint Matías.

-Afternoon.
-A pleasure.

He was my first partner in the police.

We were just kids getting into trouble,
isn't that right, Matías?

He saved my ass a few times, yeah.

Because you needed the extra muscle,

you weren't meant
for the streets, like I was.

You were way too intelligent, dude.

You're exactly where you were born to be.

This guy right here, Saint Matías,

is the reigning king
of police evidence lockers. Eh?

Ah, police evidence, huh?

You got it, yes.

If you get murdered with a rock,

Matías will make sure
that rock doesn't disappear.

It's very boring, honestly.

Spice it up a little!

Change the evidence
so it disappears on the day of the trial,

have some fun,
maybe laugh a little, you know?

I'd rather be bored, Ezequiel.

Matías, here on the police force,

they don't ever fire anyone for anything.

This I know, 'cause I'm a clear example.

So, give it a shot, what do ya say?

With the weapon that the Chief Inspector
is supposed to have fired?

Amanda Martos.

Is this why I'm here?

Matías.

The man that she shot was

a monster, a trafficker of children.

He was responsible for many deaths.

Amanda shouldn't have
to spend her whole life in jail for that.

This conversation is over.

Bringing me here to ask me this

is unbelievably crazy.

Hey, hey, hey, Matías, Matías, Matías.

Don't leave, not like that, forgive me.

I had to at least try,
I owe that woman so much.

-I wasn't trying to screw you.
-Why would you even ask?

Look, I'm sorry, man.
Let's hug this out, alright?

Come here.

Come here.

I'm sorry, man.

You're nuts, Ezequiel.

Well, well.

Saint Matías won't help us.

Not Saint Matías, or Saint Jude, I guess.

Saint Matías will help us.

-You stole this just now?
-Yep.

-Why?
-Because he has a card

that gives us access
to police evidence lockers.

Ezequiel, no!

And to get inside, what do you do?

Relax, you just make sure
that tomorrow your daughter is ready.

Above all, prepare your old man,
he'll need it the most.

See you tomorrow.

Mulan, I need a weapon.

The National Police Corps
standard-issued pistol.

Mm. Jesus, Papa, I want to eat it,

but these lentils taste like burnt rubber.

That wasn't...

Hello.

Jimena.

-I wasn't expecting you.
-Well, there are lentils to spare.

Listen, I need to talk
to both of you for a minute.

And me?

No, not you.

Well, I'll get you a plate.

I know this'll sound crazy, but...

I think there's still a remote possibility
that Amanda could be exonerated.

A remote possibility?

-Someone woke up this morning optimistic.
-Yeah.

Honey, Amanda has no chance
and you know that, right?

No, Papa.

There's an opportunity for a miracle.

But to have a chance,

I need you to do this thing for me.

I need you two to lie under oath.

What?

You're really
going all in on this one.

Just say that you couldn't see for sure
that it was Amanda who fired the shots.

Because it was dark,
and your memory's fuzzy.

All you need to do is create
reasonable doubt for the jury.

So, you're asking Irene
and me to commit perjury

so you can save
your desperate girlfriend from prison?

Papa. I know it's crazy.

I know that.

But will you do it for me?

I'll do it.

Thanks so much.

I'm not gonna do that.

You're serious?

Amanda shot him in cold blood.

I can't say he didn't deserve it.

I myself nearly
shot him that day, it's true.

But once you go over that boundary,

you assume all the consequences.

The consequences of what?

Of what?

Getting rid of a ruthless killer?

A pederast who preys on little girls?

Instead of handcuffs,
Amanda should be wearing a medal.

I do understand, Jimena.

In Bosnia...

...I was also compelled to kill
in order to save the lives of others.

But when I went up there,

to that sniper's nest on a rooftop,

I knew what I was doing.

That my action was in violation
of clear rules of engagement,

I went against direct orders.

And even though
I knew the price I'd pay for it,

I accepted that.

Amanda knew what price

she'd have to pay
for pulling that trigger.

I don't care, Papa!
She knew the price, didn't know the price,

none of that matters!

I want her to walk free,
do you understand?

So tell me, this plan you've worked out,

does Amanda know? She approve of it?

Papa, I'm not asking you
to do this for Amanda.

I'm asking you to do it for me.

There's no use discussing this.

Amanda is guilty

and she is going to prison,
no matter what I say at trial.

I'm sorry, Jimena.

Jimena...

Sanchís.

I'm over at Maica's foundation.

Maricarmen.

Ezequiel is hanging out
with some pretty suspicious guys.

-And he's got the gym bag.
-Wait, wait.

At the foundation?

Find out what's in that bag.

Yeah, I'm trying. I am, Captain,

but I don't exactly have X-ray vision.

But you do have
a brain in your head, don't you?

So put it to use.

And do it quickly.

Well, now,
what a lovely pair of ladies this is.

I think it's important you know

that if you were bread,
starvation in the world would be over.

-Ladies, let's get everything ready.
-He's the greatest.

Nelson.

My love.

You okay? What's wrong?

Maica.

What?

Tente has disappeared again.

Has he really?

I'm so sorry, but I've been
looking for him and he's not here.

The guys said they saw him leaving
with some of his old gang buddies.

So, yeah, he's gone. He played us again.

But wait, isn't...

isn't Tente the one
who's trying to kill Tirso?

Come on,
you should all be ready by now.

Five minutes!

Let me go change and then...

Where's my bag?

What bag?

The bag that was right there.

It's just laundry?

-Sanchís.
-Captain.

There's only dirty laundry.

What do you mean?

I'm blown away.

Did you get your training
in the military or the circus?

Honestly.

Now her. What is it?

Oh my God, you're gonna kill me.

Tente's vanished again.

You're joking, right?

No, I'm not.

And I just don't get it!

The kid seemed like
he had a whole new attitude. But...

He was born a punk
and he'll die a punk.

And I'm sure he'll take some
innocent lives with him along the way.

Listen... maybe don't leave the house

until we find that boy.

Right.

Papa, what happened?

The degenerate who tried
to murder me is out on the streets.

Are you serious?

So what now?

I look for him.

Hold on. Wait.

You want me to... to stay here?

Oh.

No. Come along.

On this street is Fanny's old podiatrist.

She always complained about her feet.
She said they were disgusting.

They really turned me on.

Look, son, I love you very much,

but if we're gonna have
this time together, stay quiet.

Especially about Fanny.

You know,

that's the first time
you said you loved me.

Is that the only part of the message
that you really got out of that?

Well, that's bad news.

The important part was the other thing.

Mm, here.
That hair salon belongs to his aunt.

Looks like someone broke in.

LOLI HAIRDRESSER

He could be inside there now.

Papa, what're you doing?

Hello?

Papa, this is called
breaking and entering.

I'm just gonna stay right here, okay?

Do what you want.

But if the cops come,
you're the one they'll spot.

Papa, I know you said that lying
at the trial for Amanda is illegal, but...

isn't this on the same level?

It's just that, here we are

in a hair salon that's not ours,

that's not exactly legal.

And I'm not criticizing you, right?
I'm just trying to understand you.

Do you recall
the thing I said about staying quiet?

But I didn't even mention Fanny.

Fuck.

Don't tell me you saw a rat.

It's a lot worse than that.

How's your finger feeling?

When I stick it up my ass,

it feels perfect.

Hey. What are you doing here so late?

This neighborhood's dangerous, you know.

Sit down.

Okay. I skipped out
on boxing and mechanics.

-Mm-hmm.
-It's the last time.

Yes.

Yes. It is the last time.

We're sending you back
to the detention center.

What? No!

-No, no please, I won't...
-No more running around for you.

You won't come back here.

You can't do this.

Shit, I'm here now.
Isn't that what counts?

Depends...

on why you left.

Did we...

Did we treat you poorly?

Hell no. Shit.

I'm...

I'm happy here.

There aren't many places
I can say that about.

I'm having a hard time believing you.

Yes, I screwed up.

But it's not happening again.

I mean it, Maica.

There's an old Arab proverb,

"If you cheat me once,

the fault is with you."

"If you cheat me twice,

the fault is with me."

And in your case,

I'm afraid I've lost count.

What do we do with all these guns?

These weapons were
in lock-up at the police station.

They ended up out on the streets.

I got them back in custody

and they're back out there again.

There isn't gonna be a third time.

We'll destroy them all, you and I.

"You and I?"

Like a team?

Like a father-son duo?

"You and I" as in you and I.

Period.

Didn't you shut the door like I told you?

What if we were tailed?

No. You didn't tell me.

You might have thought it,
but you didn't verbalize it.

Fanny would complain
about that and rightly so!

Button it and go hide.

Fuck! Nice... Nice way to say hello.

Oh fuck.
You scared the shit out of us.

You... You're the one with
the fucking shotgun, for fuck's sake.

-Why the hell are you here?
-What are these guns?

I asked why you're here.

Because I was following Ezequiel

and he went to the bar
and I saw the door was open here,

I figured I'd come
and give you the report.

What report?

Look, look, look.

He met up with some b-biker girl

who handed him a p-pistol.

One minute. Right there.

Look.

That's a logo for a gym.
I know it because Fanny goes there.

Why didn't you
just call me and tell me this?

Because you always
give me hell when I call.

That's because all you say is bullshit.

He did the same with me.

Fanny would say,
"Whenever you call up your father, I..."

Canning it.

And why on Earth would a policeman

get a pistol off some biker chick?

Ezequiel is mixed up
in some kind of trouble.

Get me copies of those photos.

And then keep
a tail on him again tomorrow.

Leave it to us to make
some inquiries about this biker chick.

Us, as in the father-son duo?

As a duo or whatever
the fuck you want, Santi.

But if you say one more word about Fanny,

you stay inside!

It's over.

My father won't perjure himself.

Oh, we'll just tell the judge
that he's gone insane.

You know your pops
is totally out of his mind.

And I think he has a point.

This whole thing is so nuts.

Even if he lies,

there are the police testimonies,

-and the gun has prints on it.
-You son of a bitch. You son of a bitch!

-Stop it, take it easy!
-Hey, you sit the hell down!

Whoa, all right, come on!
What the hell's going on, Matías?

Like you don't know!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa,
there's no fighting in here.

Now, wait. Easy, easy.
He's a friend of mine.

Just take it easy, okay, Matías?

I'll get you two some drinks.

Or tripe with scallions.

Just sit here, talk it out.
Take it easy, all right?

Do... Do you want a drink, or...

Where's my card?

What? What card? What card?

The card I need to get into
where I work at the evidence locker.

-The one you stole from me this morning!
-No, no, no, no, no.

I can promise you I would never do that.

Take a look, you just dropped your wallet.

Look, you just dropped your wallet.

And, shit, I just got so damn busy,
I didn't get a chance to tell you,

I was distracted, so you know...

What'd you do?

Did you use my card to steal
that inspector's gun this morning?

What? How could you ever think that I...

I mean, I'd never...

What's this?

It's nothing. Hey!

Let it go!

You son of a bitch.

How did you do it?

How did you steal this pistol?

With your card.

With my card?

Fuck! Fuck!

I have to get it back before they notice.

You're a son of a bitch, Ezequiel.

You're a son of a bitch!

So you did go and steal Amanda's gun?

You said you wouldn't do that.

I can't tell you the details,
but I didn't take Amanda's pistol.

You didn't?

Then you'll have to tell me what just
happened because I don't understand it.

You shouldn't try to...

understand all the magic.

Just enjoy it.

It's over, we're gonna lose.

We are gonna lose.

If she isn't at the gym,
then what do we do?

She's here, I know it.

Yeah? Is that your soldier's instinct?

I know because
I can see her motorcycle, Santi.

Oh, yeah!

Sorry, Papa,
I'm new at being a spy, hm?

This isn't dangerous or anything, right?

You wouldn't be here
if there was any danger.

Duck!

-What is it, Papa? What is it?
-Relax, I don't want her to see us.

I think it's safe to sit up now.

Oh, sorry.

Defendant, Amanda Martos,
was Chief Inspector of the National Police

with an immaculate record.

And that's how the defense
would like to present her.

But that's all irrelevant.

The only thing you need to know

is that on the night
of March 7th of this year,

she fired five shots at Mr. Salgado.

Five times she pulled that trigger.

The defense argues
that the victim was a criminal,

but we're not here to judge Mr. Salgado.

We're here to establish,
beyond a reasonable doubt,

that Amanda Martos ended his life,

as confirmed by eyewitnesses...

-Did I miss anything?
-Nah.

-Just the trailers before the feature.
-Here, your honor.

Thank you very much.

Counselor, I'll hear your opening now.

However, let's keep it brief.

And I do hope you'll be clearer

than the written arguments
you've submitted to this court.

It's a goddamn stash house. I knew it.

Ezequiel's little friend
is one shady character.

We've gotta get inside.

So we can get eyes on what's going on.

Okay, you go on in

and I'll be right here
with the engine running.

-That's usually how these things are done.
-No, I can't go inside. They know my face.

Yeah, sure.

-No!
-Yes.

You're going in there.

Get in there, let me know
what you see and hear.

-Go on. Just buy some.
-Papa, I...

What do I buy?

Pills or... or crack. Drugs!

They won't believe me!

They're gonna see that I have no idea.

Hold on.

The words for buying drugs.

Get out of the car and get inside. Do it.

Okay, okay,
I'll get out and buy some drugs.

Morning. How're things?

Um, I came to buy a bag of drugs.

Can I go in?

Go ahead!

You're very kind. Thank you.

Oh!

You've brought the little one.

Hello, my dear, precious little boy.

Oh, look at that face!

Everyone is
going to Amanda's trial.

-And you're here. You don't wanna go?
-I had a lot of calls to make.

To the detention center.

I know folks over there,

and I wanted to ensure
that they keep an eye on Tente.

And they make sure he stays safe in there.

How are you doing?

Maica, you did more
than anyone for that kid.

You did the best that you could.

It feels like shit.

Like it was all a waste.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Oh! Tell Jesus that
desktop number three is still broken.

And tell Elisa not
to reserve any space for Irene.

She's at the trial, so no rehearsal.

Although you really should
tell her to buckle down

if she wants to get into that company!

One minute, one minute. Company?

What company?

She, uh...

Huh. Hmm.

She hasn't said anything to you yet?

No.

Of course she hasn't
said anything to you yet.

It's all very organized, huh?

Have a wonderful day.

Okay.

Okay.

Well?

What'd you hear? What'd you see?

What? Sorry, Papa.

My heart's pounding
so loud I couldn't hear you.

Tell me, how did it go?

Um, well, I think they ripped us off.

Because, look.
This is all I got for 20 bucks.

Not that, the girl!
Did you see her in there?

Right, the girl.

She's the boss, that's obvious.

Because she was counting cash
and everybody treated her special.

I knew it.

I was right.

Ezequiel's the rotten apple
that's been working at that precinct.

He's in league with
those damn drug dealers.

And I know he's the one
who got them those seized weapons.

And that asshole
recruited me to help him do it.

Hey, Papa, I don't
want to make you nervous,

I'm nervous as it is,
but it's almost nine.

I think we should make
our way down to the courthouse soon.

We have some time.

Before we go there's a stop we gotta make.

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

Yes, we'd received a call that one man
was threatening another man with a weapon.

We secured the area

and then tried to get
the aggressor to relax and surrender.

Was the defendant with you then?

No, the Inspector arrived later.

And what happened after that?

I don't know for sure.

You didn't see the defendant
shoot Mr. Salgado five times?

I did see her approaching
the victim with her weapon.

I heard the gunshots, but...

I can't say I saw
the Chief Inspector fire them.

What are you saying?

I think the shots came from a window.

Probably from the building
located directly behind us.

That wasn't in
your original statement.

The thing is, at that time
I was taking a prescription medication.

It made me...

It altered my judgment.

Or are you altering your judgment now?

I would ask
you to not offer any commentary.

No more questions, Your Honor.

The defense may cross-examine.

No questions, Your Honor.

-The witness is excused.
-Thank you.

On behalf of the prosecution,

we now call
Ms. Irene Sánchez Abantos to the stand.

Irene Sánchez Abantos?

Yes.

I don't know if you watch
a lot of crime shows, but I have.

And you can get in a lot of trouble
if you don't show up to testify.

We need to get
to the courthouse right away!

Santi, shut up, please.

Hey, we need to talk right now.

I'm busy.

I can tell you who's selling
weapons to those drug dealers.

When the defendant approached
Mr. Salgado, pointing her gun at him,

where were you?

I was on a ramp about ten feet from her.

-And what did you see?
-Nothing.

Did you not see
the defendant approach with her gun drawn?

No, because it was very dark and
my grandfather was standing in my way.

No further questions.

The defense may cross-examine.

No questions, Your Honor.

You are excused.

We will now call

our next witness to the stand,

Mr. Tirso Abantos Carvajal.

Tirso Abantos Carvajal?

The witness isn't present.

Continue with
the examination of the physical evidence.

Madam Prosecutor,
you may question the appointed expert.

David Bermejo Alarcón?

In your expert opinion,

is there any doubt the five bullets
recovered from Mr. Salgado's body

were fired from the same weapon?

No doubt.

At this time, we offer
into evidence exhibit number six,

the defendant's service pistol.

Could you show our expert
Amanda Martos' service weapon?

Which one?

Exhibit number six.

There are two of them.

That's impossible.

Which is proof
that the Lord works in mysterious ways.

Saint Matías.

This is unprecedented,
and it's also unbelievable!

Now, regrettably,

I have absolutely no other option.

It's clear that someone
has had unauthorized access

to the physical evidence.

Since we cannot
account for the chain of custody,

I order the exclusion of exhibit six.

My God, I can't believe it.

Hey, what did I tell ya, huh? We did it.

-Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.
-Mama.

What just happened?

A miracle.

If you'll excuse me, I'll be right back.

Ezequiel.

This was all your doing, wasn't it?

That information's classified,

you'll have to torture me
if you want me to give it up.

Oh!

You know your methodology
turns me on, lady.

All right, get outta here.

You're really something.

Oh, there you are, boys!
You're a little late.

And you missed the best part.

In my heart, I like him.

You think our choice was honorable?

Because he's going to prison.

You got to do the right thing,
even if it's unpleasant.

A good man doesn't do as he likes.

He does as he must.

Yeah.

Um...

But I just wonder,
who decides what that is?

If you do what your conscience dictates,

you won't have to wonder.

And what does
your conscience tell you, Santi?

-Tell me about what?
-Your children.

Well, not to leave them
with someone else.

And there you go.

When you think things are muddled

then just follow your conscience.

You'll always do what's right.

All right.

I'm not gonna let Fanny
break up my family.

There you go.

Papa.

I think this is the best day of my life.

You need to get out more, Santi.

Oh, there it is.

Excuse me, I'm Tirso Abantos.

I have to testify and couldn't
get here any earlier than this.

Wait here, I'll talk to the judge.

Tirso. One second.

Oh, my love.

-I'm so glad you're here!
-I didn't think I'd make it.

Well, you don't know what happened.

The police officer said
he couldn't see anything.

Irene? View was blocked.

And then, unbelievably, when
they try to go to introduce the pistol,

get this,

there were two pistols.

How could there be two pistols?

Nobody can figure it out.

But the judge has ruled
it was inadmissible.

So they don't have anything on Amanda.

Can you believe it?

But...

Mr. Abantos.

You may testify.

Please sit down.

You have been called
to testify in this case.

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth?

So help me God.

With the court's permission.

On the night that Mr. Salgado was shot,
he was with you, is that correct?

It is.

Speak up, would you please?

It is.

Yes, that individual

was a few feet away from me.

Tell us what you saw.

I was busy talking to Salgado.

I had a gun on him and he was...

Then I heard a gunshot ring out.

Could you see the person firing the gun?

No.

But then I turned around.

And I saw the defendant,
Inspector Amanda Martos,

and she was holding a pistol.

And I watched

as she proceeded
to pull the trigger four more times,

killing Mr. Salgado.

Are you saying you saw,

with your own eyes,
Amanda Martos murder Mr. Salgado?

That's correct.

Order!

Order in the court!

My girl.

I'm sorry.

You have to stay strong, Jimena.

You weren't going to tell me
about auditioning to go be a dancer?

I don't have what you have.
All I have here is Víctor.

But you aren't really happy, is that it?

Everything's ruined now.

Irene doesn't want to get married.

What the fuck did
you say to Anibal about me?

This restaurant is my whole life.

To have you as competition would ruin me.

You're a piece of shit, Pepe!

Those guys in the gang,

they needed me to hold their weapons.

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

But someone stole them.
And now they want to kill me.

He's coming with me.

Where the hell are you going?

I knew you would try to steal from me.

I want to make a deal.
You bring me Ezequiel

and Entrevías is yours.

It's Tente. He screwed us over.

We have no idea where
the hell to search for the kid.

I'll take care of Tente.

Romero. The trap is set.

Freeze! Hands up! Put your hands up!

Hands where I can see them.

The jury has reached a verdict, let's go.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

You've destroyed Amanda's entire life.

Moreover, you destroyed me
and I'll never forgive you.

You're a disgrace!

I'll report you to the police, asshole!

I got you, you son of a bitch.