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Jimena.

What are you doing?

I'm leaving.

Where are you going?

Not your problem.

Jimena, please,
if you would let me explain.

I was trying to do the right thing.

I was just following my conscience.

I couldn't give less of a fuck about that.

You destroyed Amanda's life.

And you destroyed mine.

And I'm not gonna forget that.

I'll see you, Papa.

May your principles and you
have a fantastic life.

Hey, mister, the last guy
who sat on my bike is missing some teeth,

so you had better fuck off.

Take it easy.

I just wanna talk to you.

-And trust me, it's in your best interest.
-Mm-hmm.

I'm Inspector Romero.

And your name is?

Dulce.

You're joking?

I know you're the new leader
of those fucking gangsters

who are shooting up the neighborhood.

I know you are partners with Ezequiel.

And also that he gave you those weapons.

And you came here because why?

If your plan was to arrest me,
I would already be in handcuffs,

so have you come to question me
or to fondle my ovaries?

I wanna make a deal.

Given what I know, I can either
spend my time making your life hell

or devote myself
to making sure it's a bed of roses.

But it's up to you.

The neighborhood
has a very bad noise issue.

And you and your gangsters
play a big role.

You guys want to keep selling your product

and I don't want to be on the news again.

If you can keep a low profile,

I'll look the other way.

If I give you and your boys Entrevías,

I get something.

You bring me Ezequiel...

and Entrevías is yours.

Think about it.

WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS

-Hello?
-Tirso Abantos?

Who wants to know?

I'm calling from Madrid's
Examining Court Number Three.

Can you come down here?
The judge would like to talk to you.

But why? I testified.

I screwed up already.

I messed up my life, my family's life,

and now I just want to forget
about the whole thing, is that okay?

I wish Amanda all of the best.

-Amanda?
-Yes, the defendant.

I think there's been a mistake.
You're the defendant here.

I'm summoning you in connection with
the death of Natalia Sánchez Hinojosa.

There's been a new development
in the investigation,

the judge wants to speak to you.

I understand. I'm on my way.

All rise.

Be seated.

Hi.

Has the jury made a unanimous decision?

Yes, Your Honor.

Then you can now read the verdict.

Given the irregular
presentation of evidence

and the contradictions of the witnesses,

the jury finds that

there are no elements
present to convict the defendant

beyond a reasonable doubt.

Therefore,

we find the defendant not guilty
of the criminal act of murder.

-Yes!
-Fantastic!

Oh my God.

How amazing.

-I'm so happy. I knew it.
-Mom!

-I love you.
-Wonderful.

I can't believe it!

Order, please.

-Order. Order.
-Mom, I'm so happy for you,

The defendant is officially released.

Oh my God!

Wow!

The hearing is now adjourned.

Son, come here.

I love you.

So why am I here?

There's a new witness
who has a sworn affidavit.

Another statement?

Just a minute.

What the fuck?

What the hell are you doing?

What are you telling them?

I told you to wait in the other office.

This little bastard tried to murder me,

and because he failed,
now he's trying to put me in jail.

And I won't stand for any of this shit!

You need to get out.

Please, just try to calm down.

You know that you can't believe
a word out of that guy's mouth.

He's trying to get rid of me.

The witness is family of the victim,

he came here to testify
that you acted out of self-defense.

He what?

He has come in here
out of his own free will

with the purpose
of testifying in your favor.

Thanks to him, I can almost guarantee
that you'll go free and without charges.

-What is this? What the hell do you want?
-Start the car!

They're coming for me.

Damn those sons of bitches.

-Come on, please try a croquette.
-Ah, no, no, I'd better not.

-I'm asking, please try a croquette.
-Good afternoon!

-Look who's here!
-Well, but...

But... But... But...

Look, Pepe, my stuttering
has ru... rubbed off on you.

-What a surprise!
-How wonderful, congratulations.

-It's amazing.
-So great.

-Yes, thank you.
-I'm so happy.

So happy. Hello, gorgeous.

-Congratulations, Amanda.
-Thank you.

-Congratulations.
-Thanks.

Pepe, this calls for
a celebration, doesn't it?

We need food here,
like some ham, an omelet,

-those croquettes...
-No! Cro... Croquettes are a "no," not that.

I'll bring the delicacies of Casa Pepe.

-Delicacies of Casa Pepe, he says.
-Come on, let's sit.

Oh my God.

She's free, they let her go free.

Gladys.

Can I speak to you for a moment?

I need you.

Uh, you talking to me?

It's an emergency, all right?

It has been empty here for a bit

and there's nothing prepared.

Please help me out, okay?
It would be a favor.

Pepe, I wish I could.

But I'm running my own business now.

Haven't you heard about it?

I have plenty of orders
waiting for me at the house.

I know that.

If you want to see me kneel down,

I will.

All right, go ahead.

Gladys, I was being symbolic.

Pal, you're asking me
to leave my own business

to come here and help,
you own me that much.

How are you feeling? Tired?

Hey, now! Stop that!

Your knee will lock up
and I'll have to lift you.

-Mm.
-All right, where's the apron?

Wherever you left it
last time you were here.

You owe me huge for this.

I knew it the whole time.

Watch out with all
that smiling going on, Mulan.

If you don't stop
your face is gonna get stuck like that.

What's wrong?

You know all those weapons you got for us?

Now we don't know where they've gone.

Ah! Holy shit.

Those weapons are like a summer orchestra,

they don't spend much more
than a night in the same place.

It's Tente, he screwed us over.

We gave him
the weapons so he could hide them

and they disappeared.

Seek and ye shall find,
is the Biblical advice.

Yeah, but we have no idea
where the hell to search for the kid.

Earlier today, he escaped by this much.

He's not at the foundation now, so...

All right then.

Don't worry, I've got a good vibe
with the lady from the foundation.

-She'll know about Tente.
-Really?

Yeah.

Great news.

Well, then catch the asshole,

grab the weapons and bring them back here,

and I'll owe you one.

-Oh, you're going to owe me.
-Oh.

-It'll be cool that you'll owe me one.
-Yeah, yeah, I know.

You tell the kids
to clean up this dog shit, alright?

Romero.

The trap is set.

Sorry,

I couldn't get here earlier.

Tente.

What's going on?

Well, I could've been shot
because of this fine young gentleman.

What happened?

They tried to murder him.

What?

Do I have to repeat myself?

No, no, no. You've been clear.

Let me handle it.

Come on.

Maricarmen.

What was her sentence?

Amanda's.

No sentence. She was acquitted.

You're serious?

You see,

here, sometimes,

the justice system does work.

What happened?

Why aren't you at the probation house?

I talked to the judge.

About my cousin's murder.

They were waiting outside to kill me.

Tente, you know you can trust me.

Just tell me the whole story.

When I ran away,

when you kicked me out of the foundation,

I didn't want to leave,

but they came looking for me.

Those guys in the gang,

they needed me
to hold on to their weapons.

And if I didn't, they'd come after me,

and after you too.

That's why you ran?

Yes.

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

But someone stole them,

and now they wanna kill me.

I'm going to make
a call to the probation house.

-Make them come and get you.
-No, you can't.

If they know I'm coming, they'll have
people waiting for me on the inside.

If I go back
to that place, I'll be killed.

I'll speak to the judge.

But we're running out of options.

Let me call your father.

My father's a truck driver.

I think he's in Holland.

You can't stay here.
They'll come after you.

Until this is all sorted out,

you need to be somewhere safer.

He's coming with me.

I'll protect him.

You?

You got something better?

I'm going with him?

If no one has a better idea.

Let's go. Get your ass off your chair.

Come on Irene, you should
eat something for Victor's nutrition.

-Want me to get you a glass?
-Hey, we're having a party.

But a glass is much nicer.

Tirso.

My love.

Um...

Wait for me in the hardware store.

Did you hear?

She got off.

Yes. Who would have ever thought?

Why don't you go say congratulations?

No one cares what you said back there.

I don't think that's the best idea.

And who says?

Jimena.

I don't think she's going
to forget about what I said.

But tell Amanda that,

believe it or not,
I'm glad that she's free.

Is something wrong?

You're being weird.

You've barely said
anything at all to me for hours.

Well, maybe you have
something to say to me. Right?

What do you mean?

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

Well, it's just an audition,
I'm not going to be chosen.

But that's what you want.

You want to live in Paris
and travel the world.

And if I'm mistaken,
then why audition, huh?

I already told you,

it's what makes me happy.

I wanna go back
to the things that made me feel the best.

But what's going to happen to me?

And what about Victor?

I guess the things that
make you feel the best don't include us.

Well, yeah, they include you guys.

And if I were chosen,
we would work things out, you know?

I could go back and forth,
or we could all move together.

Nelson, look at me.

It's an opportunity
that may never happen to me again.

I can't ignore my dreams anymore.

Yeah. Your dreams.

Being together was supposed to be ours.

It still is.

Then what is this?

I don't know.

It's just...

I don't know what my problem is.

I have it all.

I have you, and I have Victor, but...

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

I love you.

I love the two of you.

But I can't help it
if I still have dreams.

Even if I have to wake up from them.

I'm going home to feed the baby.

No one comes in here.

Not even God.

God doesn't come
to this neighborhood very often.

Maybe a shopping mall's more His thing.

Maricarmen?

We got lucky.

Tente's father wasn't in Holland.

I found him in Madrid.

And he's on his way to you now.

Well, finally a bit of good news.

Thanks.

Your father's coming to get you.

My father?

I know that you're going to miss me,

but you're gonna be all right.

I'll be downstairs.

Hey, man.

Here you are.

What the hell have you done now, Vincente?

-Good afternoon.
-Hello.

And you said no one comes in.

How can I help?

I'm here for my son.

Ah.

Maica just called me a minute ago.

You sure got here quick.

We live right there.

Sorry to bother ya.

She told me what happened.

Thanks for taking care of him.

This kid...

...he's a big troublemaker.

Right, Vincente?

Come on, let's go home.

Let's go, let's go.

Come on, I don't have all day.

Bye now, thank you again.

Yeah.

I spend two months away
and the second I return

the neighbors tell me
the police keep coming to look for you.

And now someone wants to kill you!

What the hell do you want?

You want me to bring you home
so they can kill me too?

What the fuck do you want?

-Leave me alone!
-Where are you gonna go, you bastard?

Stop moving!

Put your hands down, ya punk!
Put 'em down!

When I tell you
to do something, you do it.

Ya got it?

Where the fuck are you going?

Where the fuck do you think
you're going, you piece of shit?

Leave the kid alone
or I'll break your neck.

Tente, get up. Behind me.

Let me go, you asshole.

Now you wanna try that again,
maybe with someone the same size as you?

Stay back, I'm his father.

No, a father's something else.

You are a son of a bitch.

Listen to me, you piece of shit.

You walk away the same way you came in.

And if you get anywhere
within a hundred meters of that boy,

I'll finish you.

Are we clear now?

He's all yours.

Thank you.

Try to be quiet.

There's a baby and he might be sleeping.

It smells old.

Don't get too attached to the place,

it's pretty full.

Make me a list of
everyone you can go stay with,

and I'll take you anywhere.

It'll be a short list.

Very short.

Your mother?

Not alive.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

I was a little kid.

And my father was always off driving.

I grew up with my grandmother.

I know her.

I'll take you to her.

My grandma's not well.

She spent her life
in and out of the mental ward.

And since Nata died,
she's been really bad.

Take a seat.

So then, you were
raised by a crazy woman, huh?

That explains a lot.

I mean, it wasn't horrible.

She was there.

But when she'd get bad...

I'd be glad they'd take her away
and leave me there alone.

You were left alone?

Well, not all alone.

I had my cousin with me.

Nata.

She was only five years older.

She was awesome.

Smart about everything.

She didn't let anyone mess with me.

She defended you from your dad?

She did from everyone.

And your aunt, the hair stylist?

She wants nothing to do with me.

She blames me for Nata.

It's your lucky day, young man.

Come on.

This room has just recently become vacant.

You can sleep here.

And this is the bathroom.

But I'm gonna use it first.

-Watch your step.
-Oh.

Careful.

My sister and Amanda
seem very much in love, don't they?

Yeah.

Watch out, though.
Love is a project based on objectives,

and if you don't fulfill your part,
you're out on the street.

I know from experience.

What the fuck is this?

What are you doing here?

-Nelson, what is it?
-How'd you get in?

Who the fuck let you in, asshole?

Stop that. Stop that!

I let him in.

So can I piss now?

Maica.

Ezequiel?

There's no one else in here,

so you must now immediately stop
whatever it is you are doing right now.

What are you doing here?

I'm a cop, so I can be
wherever I want to be.

Ah.

And it's a felony
not to celebrate good news.

Oh.

-You plan to get me drunk.
-Yes.

And then take advantage of me, huh?

Take plenty of advantage of you, yeah.

-Oh, really?
-Yes.

And after that,
I'll need a little bit of information.

Police.

Always so disappointing.

All right,

what information do you need?

Well, it's about a kid
who used to come here.

Do I need to be worried?

Mmm...

That will
depend mostly on how you behave.

Mmm.

And if I'm naughty?

Will you put these on?

Hm...

No, I'll handcuff you.

-Oh, yeah?
-Sure.

Then I think I'd better phone my lawyer.

Oh, a threesome, that's good,

but how about we begin
with just the two of us?

Papa.

You shouldn't have brought that guy here.

He's bad news.

I told you, they were gonna kill him.

Well, that wasn't
a problem for you before.

They tried to kill him
because you and I took those weapons.

The same weapons
they were forcing him to hide in there.

Seriously?

Well, I told you that was a bad idea.

It's only for one night.

It's the right thing to do.

What, you don't like omelets?

You know how hard
a hen works popping out one egg?

It's basically as if you were
pulling glass right out of your butthole.

So, respect the sacrifice they made.

Eat your omelet.

Now I'm really not hungry.

Yeah, I'm not hungry either.

Me either.

What the hell is wrong with all of you?

I'm hungry.

I've never been so hungry in my life.

It was probably the beers.

You didn't tell him yet?

Tell me what?

Nothing.

You had
an argument about the wedding?

When Fanny and I
were planning our wedding,

we'd have four big fights before noon.

Basically the same amount
as after you got married.

You have a point there.

No, it has nothing to do with the wedding.

Irene wants to live in Paris.

To be a dancer there.

Irene, listen,

maybe you forgot because it's been
at least five minutes since he's cried,

but you have a newborn baby.

What are you talking about?

Uh...

Well, Grandma put me in contact

with her friends from
a dance company over in France and...

Grandma?

Of course Grandma. Who else?

She just wants to help me.

She wants to clear her conscience.

By making sure
you abandon your whole family too.

No one is abandoning anything.

Anyway,

it would only be for a few months.

At first.

And then we'd figure things out.

It's not so terrible.

You were the one
who demanded to have that child. You.

We all changed everything about our lives

to make it possible
for you to have that baby

and now it turns out

he was a whim after all.

My son is not a whim.

Seems that way to me.

Listen to me.

I just want to do the audition for them.

I doubt I'll even get picked.

But I don't want
to live full of regret because

I missed the opportunity completely.

You had an opportunity to decide
on the life that you wanted to live.

And you decided on this one.

And everything that it comes with.

Irene,
we can be happy as a family, I promise.

I'll do anything you need.

Fine. It's settled.

I won't go to Paris.

Irene.

Irene!

Great, now my appetite is gone.

May the hens forgive me.

My goodness, they've eaten it all.

Incredible, right?

Well, together you and me
are the dream team of catering.

Why can't you accept it already?

To be perfectly honest, I'm afraid
cooking here is not like at Alicia's.

How could it be, this is
a top-of-the-line industrial kitchen.

Top of the line? Really?

Closer to the bottom.

But, it's still industrial.

See why you should come back to the bar?

Why not do your catering from here?

Less trouble for you.

Being a businessperson
is pretty hard, you know.

Oh, yes, especially
if you're an immigrant.

Can you believe that asshole Anibal

wouldn't rent to me
because he knows that I'm a foreigner?

He said that?

He told me this,

"Well, I'm just not able
to put my faith in an immigrant

who's been squatting in a house
and has a gang member for a son."

How did he come
to know all of those things about you?

I have no idea, Pepe.

Because some people are bad.
And they count me among them.

Some people.

But can you imagine it?

It was almost just perfect.

After all that I've been through,
I almost had my very own restaurant.

A tiny place, sure,

but one where people would come in

and leave a little happier.

After all, that's exactly
why we do this, right, Pepe?

We don't cook because
they come in and are hungry,

but to give a piece of
yourself to other people.

Well, that's why
your cooking is so great.

Because you're a good person.

Only an asshole would miss that.

Life is like that, Pepe. And you know,

it's always other people
who get good things.

Gladys, it's funny, really.

But, well,

it's possible I may
have been talking to Anibal

and he misunderstood what I meant.

Pepe, hang on a second.

What exactly did you say to him about me?

Come on, Gladys, just look at it my way.

This restaurant is my whole life.

To have you as competition would ruin me.

I don't believe it.

It was you who said
those things about me to Anibal?

You, Pepe?

Gladys, calm down.
Let's put this behind us.

Quiet.

Don't speak.

Don't even look at me.

You're a piece of shit, Pepe!

My goodness!

Are all your interrogations like this one?

Well, no, only some of them.

But you, moaning so much,
moaning and moaning and moaning,

but you still didn't tell me anything.

Well, you never asked me anything.

Just kept saying, "Oh God. Oh God."

"Oh God!"

I had no idea
you were so religious.

Fine then, I'll ask you some questions.

Do you know where I can find Tente?

Yeah.

He's staying at Tirso's.

Holy shit.

Holy shit, real life
is better than fiction.

Those gangsters tried to murder him

and Tirso decided to protect him.

Sweet Baby Jesus.

I'm leaving, I have
to talk to Tente right away.

Is this about those weapons?

Well, you're a fountain of information.

I should have interrogated you
much more thoroughly.

Tente's a sweet kid.

The trouble is those gangsters

made him hide those guns
in his family's hair salon

and somebody broke in and stole 'em.

Great, that means Tente
no longer has the weapons.

Uh-uh.

That's why he's in danger.

Help him, Ezequiel, please.

Find out who stole those weapons.

Consider it done.

Hey, so I've been thinking about it,

and maybe after the wedding
we'll have some dough

and maybe we can hire
someone to take care of Victor.

And you'd be able to dance
and do whatever else.

How's that sound?

Nelson.

I don't want to get married.

But it's not because I don't love you.

It's just...

I was doing all this
wedding stuff for you.

I don't need a piece of
paper to prove I love you.

But at this moment...

...I don't feel like going through with it.

I'm sorry.

You understand, right?

Where the hell are you going?

I knew that you
would try to steal from me.

What's in your pockets?

I didn't steal anything.

If you aren't a thief,
well, then you are an imbecile.

And did you plan on running
away with nothing in your pockets?

I was just getting out of here.

Where you gonna go?

Away from you all.

Have we mistreated you?

The opposite.

You're all nice here,

a normal family.

I don't want to ruin it.

If I stay, they will come looking for me.

It's too risky.

Well, if you don't want me to ruin you,

go back to bed.

Come on.

Good night.

What are you doing here so early?

I couldn't sleep.

Mm. The baby.

What's wrong, Nelson?

Everything's ruined now.

Irene doesn't want to get married.

What are you...

But... Okay.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Tell me, what's going on?

I told her that
I don't want her to move to Paris.

But why did you say that to her?

Because I don't want
her to leave us, Maica.

Move to Paris with her.

What will I do there?

Take care of the baby.

That's exactly what she's been doing.

No, Maica.

For the first time in my life,
I have a job that brings me satisfaction.

My life's purpose is here.

Hers is in Paris.

Here they
want to kill you, Nelson.

And don't say it's not a big deal,

because I see the way
you look around on the street.

This is an opportunity to get out of here.

To leave those people behind,

And make your girl happy.

And you refuse?

Why don't you want her going to Paris?

She'll leave me then.

What do you mean, she'll leave you?

Maica, Irene's a princess.

She was born to live
some other kinda life.

She never should have
ended up living with me here.

If she goes to Paris, to that company,

how long will it take her
to find someone better than me?

And you're putting your life on the line,

keeping Irene away from her dreams,

because you have some insecurities?

She loves you.

But you're not acting very worthy.

You're afraid of losing her?

Be very careful, Nelson.

With that attitude,

you're asking for it, my dear.

Ezequiel.

Shit!

You motherfucker.

No, no, not you, not you,

I mean the architect who designed
this piece of shit police station.

I have the traffic camera
footage you asked for.

I appreciate this, Irene.

No way.

This fucking crazy family strikes again.

I don't believe it.

Fucking hell.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Hello, my love. Good morning.

My love.

How are you?

How are you?

Good.

How are those wedding preparations going?

-Well, it's been called off.
-Really?

-Irene doesn't want it.
-Why not?

Well, she got angry. It's complicated.

-She'll change her mind, no?
-She's stubborn like her grandfather.

Wow. Bummer.

What about everything you've paid for?

Say goodbye to it.

Unless we take Irene's advice.

-Guess what she came up with?
-What?

Us getting married instead.

For real?

She's crazy!

So crazy.

Or not.

Are you asking me to marry you?

No, no, no, I'm not.

Uh, I just meant we could take advantage
of all the planning that's been done.

Ah, right.

You want to get married to me
because you've planned already.

The least romantic thing in the world.

It doesn't sound that bad.

You're serious?

What time is the ceremony?

At 1:30 p.m.

1:30 p.m. doesn't work.

I've rejoined. They want me
to come back over this afternoon.

Well then.

How about a night wedding?

The courthouse
isn't open at night, though.

Oh, of course,
what was I thinking?

The foundation?

I'll speak to my mother.

The councilor's a friend of hers,
I'm sure she'd do us a favor.

Well, I mean,

-it would be nice.
-It would.

What about food?

A 2:30 reservation.

Too early.

It's too early.

Yeah.

Wait a minute here.

There won't be a ceremony or a party,

and we don't have flowers.

Why are we getting married?

Because we're in love.

Good point, really.

We're getting married.

How crazy, we're getting married.

Amanda!

Ezeeks.

I think I have a pretty good idea

where those little dolls
that you unfortunately lost may be hiding.

So does that mean
you're able to get a hold of them?

Sure, I'm able to get a hold of
almost anything you could imagine.

Then let me know when it's done.

Okay.

One, two, three...

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Hey!

Hey. Help! Help! What are you doing?

Ah! Ow!

Help me!

Help me!

All right then, talk to me.

The kid who tried to murder me
and then burn down my hardware store,

he needs protection.

Oh, he needs protection?

From you?

From these gangsters

who are accusing him
of stealing their weapons.

And what is his name?

Vincente Ruiz Hinojosa.

But everyone calls him Tente.

CRIMINAL HISTORY

It says here
he should be at the probation center.

If he goes back there,
those guys are going to slit his throat.

He's at my house.

Temporarily.

-What do you mean he's at your house?
-The kid's all alone.

He has a dead mother,
his father's a son of a bitch,

and his grandma is in a mental ward.

Something funny to you?

No, not at all, no.

It's a real heartbreaker. Mm?

But it would seem
that your orphan is setting you up.

Hmm?

His mother is not deceased.

She lives in the neighborhood.

She recently applied
for government assistance.

Wait, you're telling me
his mother's not dead?

Here you go.

The address that's in the system.

You aren't going to hurt me, are you?

No. You aren't.

I know who you are.

It's... It's you, Ezequiel.

Are you...

...looking for the guns?

What for?

To give them to those punks?

To those gangsters?
To the girl on the bike?

Well, just know
you won't get away with it.

No. Because we all know who you are.

And so does the Inspector.

We all know

that you're in business
with those gangsters.

You know, my father and I
have taken photos

and the Inspector has them.

So the best thing you can do now

is cut me loose, huh?

And get the hell out of here.

Because you're in big trouble, Ezequiel.

Big, big trouble.

And if you take those guns,

it'll be worse.

Hello?

Hello!

You have them?

-When are we meeting?
-In an hour.

In the plaza,
the one with the big generator.

Let's meet now. In an hour, there's
a good chance we'll lose them again.

What's the matter, asshole?

Now you're in a hurry?

In an hour, in the plaza.

Fuck. Son of a bitch.

Yeah?

Ezequiel has the guns.

The delivery will be in one hour.

Where?

When his head's on a platter, how do
I know you'll keep your part of the deal?

Entrevías is yours.

You have my word.

Yes, but actions speak louder than words,
so I think you had better prove it to me.

Okay, then.

Here's a little bonus.

The kid who
fucked around with your weapons,

I know where you can find him.

With the old man from the hardware store.

Your little gang friends
know exactly who he is.

In the plaza.

The one with the generator.

Motherfucker!

Attention, everyone!

Grab your vests, we're on a mission.

Come on, move your asses.

The bad guys never sleep!

Hi, my flower.

How are you?

Okay.

Aw...

Nelson told me about the wedding.

And, to be perfectly honest,

I believe that getting married

is an old-fashioned,
stupid choice to make with our lives.

My princess.

My God, it's become a party!

Ooh!

-A girl's reunion!
-Mom.

Um, okay.

I have something to tell you.

What is it?

Amanda and I...

...are getting married.

Wow!

Congrats, Mom!

-Thanks.
-But...

But, I mean, just out of the blue?

It was Irene's idea.

To take advantage of
everything that we'd already planned.

Well, then, that's perfect!

Thank you!

-Oh, how wonderful!
-Yes.

And, obviously, there's nothing more
beautifully traditional than a wedding.

-Come on, let's have a celebration!
-Yes, let's celebrate.

Whoo! I'm so happy!

What the hell are we doing here?

This doorway doesn't look familiar?

No.

That's bullshit.

Total bullshit.

You lied to me after everything.

Your mother is still alive.

My mother is dead.

Well then,

let's have a look.

I'm not going there.

Well, all right. Okay.

But if you escape again,

don't come running back to me.

Oh, ma'am! Excuse me a minute,

I'm looking for a woman who lives here.

What?

A woman by the name
Mercedes Hinojosa Perez.

Hey, hey!

Hey!

I'm Mercedes, what the hell do you want?

You're Mercedes Hinojosa?

Vincente's mother?

Yes, that's right.

What did he do this time?

Where is he?

And who the fuck are you?

Someone who's taking care of your boy.

Yeah.

Yeah, right.

You're turned on by him, aren't you?

I'm what?

He's handsome, very handsome.

But he's mine.

If you want to do
something with him, then pay me.

What the hell are you talking about?

Hundred bucks means I won't say anything.

Okay?

Come on.

Hey! Come on, 50 bucks.

Hey.

You have to pay me
or I'll report you to the police, asshole.

Pervert!

Hey, Tente!

Tente!

Vincente, I love you so much!

Police!

I'm going to report this!

You pervert!

Hey you, open!

Open the window!

Pay me now, you motherfucker!

Son of a bitch!

Tente!

Tente!

Tente!

I love you so much!

Motherfucker.

We need 20 more chairs, garlands, lights...

-And flowers.
-Well, we don't drink alcohol here.

But be careful with the tea.
It's matcha, extremely strong.

All right, tell me,
what was your father's reaction?

I haven't told him.

Anyway, he's not invited.

What do you mean he's not invited?

Why not?

Because it's my celebration.

I don't plan to share it with him.

He made it clear
how much my happiness matters.

Jimena.

Wait, no.

I'm so sorry, but I won't allow you
to talk about your father that way.

So you're defending him?

I can't believe that's coming from you.

Yes.

This is not very fair to him.

Mama, he almost got the love of my life

to spend 20 years in prison.

Your father only did
what his conscience told him to.

It meant no more. He's always done that.

Your father has
his values, his principles...

And thank God.

He stood right beside you after I left.

And he was there

when Irene had...

had problems.

Or when you got separated
and then you came out.

You can't take advantage of the good parts

and reject him when
he does something that you don't like.

Tirso belongs at your wedding.

Much more than I do, if I may be frank.

He's here.

Everyone, stay alert.

Oh man, I can't wait to see you riding
away with all of this on that motorcycle.

Those are the guns.

On my signal, we move.

I'm not taking them with me.

Really?

You worried they're
going to fall off and get lost?

I swear I'm going
to get you out of this, okay?

I'm sorry. Fuck.

Come on, move, move, move!

Freeze, hands up,
put your hands up.

Hands where I can see them.

I got you, you son of a bitch.

So it was you

who was handing out
guns to those gang members?

Inspector, wait a minute,
I think there's been a mistake.

Stop your bullshit.

How you gonna explain this to a judge?

How do you explain to a judge
that I was bringing some house tools

to a colleague

to help her with a fucking renovation

and the whole fucking
National Police Force comes running in!

Because the police, Inspector Romero,
always show up right on time.

Just when no one needs them, don't they?

How did you know?

Dammit.

How the fuck did you know
we were waiting for you?

Huh, motherfucker?

How did you know?

Fuck!

How did you know?

Hi, Gladys.

There's nothing
I have to say to scum like you.

Hey, wait a minute, this won't take long.

I found a spot for your restaurant.

Really?

I know I behaved badly.

And I owe you one.

Put your shoes on,
come down, and I'll show you around.

If it's a piece of shit,

I will hit you so hard
that your face will turn backwards.

Is that clear?

-Perfectly clear.
-Good.

Tell me what the fuck
is so confusing about

"I don't want to be fucking bothered"?

Sorry, it's just...

This hasn't been one of my best days.

Yes, I know what happened.

A real bad day.

I told you to leave Fandino in peace.

This is Chief Inspector Martos.

Yes, we've met.

I've asked her to rejoin,
effective immediately.

She has a desk out front,
but it's... temporary.

-Hey, Saavedra, what is this?
-It's over, Romero.

You have a week to return
any and all important documents

and then offer your goodbyes.

After that, the station is hers.

Saavedra, don't do this to me. Hmm?

Things are under control, I promise.

No, they're not.

We'll talk later.

Ah!

Fuck!

I talked to Maricarmen.

Maica.

Tonight, you're leaving for Zaragoza.

What the hell am I supposed to do there?

Watch your damn mouth, first of all.

And second,

it's much too dangerous
for you to be here.

Maica knows people in Zaragoza

from an association.

They'll help you.

But, how will I get there?

I have no money to buy my ticket.

You have 3,000 euros.

Where'd this come from?

From my pocket.

But if you decide to buy
one single pill with what's in there,

I'll track you down
and throw you off the Tower of Pilar.

Is that understood?

I don't want to leave this place.

Some things are beyond our control.

Just because I'm here,
that doesn't mean you're forgiven, okay?

I already told you
I'm a queen who needs a palace.

I won't be getting into a pigsty.

Don't worry.

Well, let's go.

We're not going anywhere.

Pepe, Pepe...

I've already had to restrain myself
four or five times today from slapping you

upside your head.

We're not going anywhere because
the place is right in front of you.

You have an exhaust fan,

fans of your food who miss you

and an owner

who is getting ready to retire.

What do you say?

Are you being serious right now?

You're giving me the bar?

Oh my God, oh my God!

Oh, I can't believe it!

What can I say except...

I'll finally be able
to replace all the dishware.

No, the dishware cannot be replaced!

Well, at least until I leave.

Now this will be a great bar.

You goddamn fucking bitch.

You fucked me good.

But you're gonna pay,
because Romero's balls belong to Romero.

Oh my goodness, how romantic you are.

Will you explain
what the hell is going on right now?

No weapons, you bitch.

There were no weapons.

What do you mean, no weapons?

-Oh, you're playing dumb now?
-No.

You warned Ezequiel.

Come on now, man,
I'm not that stupid. Okay?

Maybe one of
your own men tipped him off. I can't say.

-Right. That's what you think?
-Yes.

Then prove to me it wasn't you.

I want Ezequiel dead.

By tonight.

If you fail to deliver,

I'm coming for you.

Come on, young man!

Jimena.

Papa, can I speak to you?

I know I've already said this, but...

I sincerely feel terrible
about what I did at the trial.

I'm not here because of that, Papa.

You aren't?

I came to tell you
that I'm getting married to Amanda.

I'm happy for you, Jimena.

For both of you.

Because this one will be better
than your previous wedding. Right?

Yes, Papa.

Much better.

Thanks for coming
here to tell me about it.

Well, it was not easy.

I was so pissed off

I almost decided not to invite you at all.

And so I'm an invited guest now, then?

No, Papa, I'm not
inviting you as a guest, no.

Right.

I'm inviting you as the best man.

Will you walk me down the aisle?

One more time?

You have no idea

how proud you make me, daughter.

My girl.

What're you doing here?

I'm sorry, Irene.

You were right.

I say go for it.

If you're chosen,

Victor and I will follow you to Paris.

Or the end of the world, if we have to.

-I love you!
-I love you.

Hey, hey!

If it isn't Amanda Houdini,

the one who gets out
of all the fucking chains.

I'm calling because I have some bad news.

I'm your boss once more.

Oh shit!

So Romero leaves and you come in.

Oh my God, this neighborhood
is going from bad to worse.

Hey, I'm glad
to hear it, congratulations.

And I'll see you soon, I guess.

You'll do great.

Ciao, lovebirds.

Ezequiel?

What're you doing here?

Today is a celebration for me,

I've been thinking about you,

and those little stairs
that lead straight down to hell.

I don't have much time, though.

Because I'm having dinner
with some friends from France.

Hmm. Are you calling me an appetizer?

Mm-hmm. An appetizer most delicious.

That's Ezequiel's car.

Dulce was right, he's here.

We got you, buddy.

Good night.

Who the fuck are you?

Take it easy, okay?

I just want to talk.

The Zaragoza-bound bus will be
departing in five minutes from bay four.

Again, that's bay four,
departing in five minutes.

Here's your ticket.

I hope things go
better for you this time around.

You deserve it.

Start the car.

Fuck. Oh shit!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Put your hands on the car.

On the car, Ezequiel.

Shit, you don't look
like you're joking, Amanda.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

What did you hear from Romero?

Not from Romero.

But from your little friend named Dulce.

You'll need
to explain some things, Ezequiel.

Sorry.

Open the fucking door.

Open it, dammit!

No.

-They killed Tente.
-Shit. Are we to blame?

He was a good kid. I'm not okay.

My love, it's not your responsibility
to save everyone in the world.

Then we get married, honey.
Half the wedding hasn't been organized

and we don't have a restaurant.

I'll call you back, okay? I'm busy.

-You're kind of being a bitch right now.
-No, I'm a police officer.

I don't need to sit in jail
just because you're afraid of Romero.

If I hadn't created the foundation,
Tente would still be alive.

-That doesn't mean you're closing it?
-This neighborhood is hopeless.

The guys are looking for you
to check the chair decorations.

Where is Nelson?

On my way here
I saw him leaving in a car with some guys.

Irene!

-But he's a good man now.
-That boy is a murderer.

That boy has to pay.

Santi, please, where is everyone?

-See you soon.
-See you soon.

He was the one who took Nelson
the day he got beaten.

I'm not able to walk
my daughter down the aisle,

but you're going to be my daughter too.

Get me out of here!

Hey you, wait, stop!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

This is over,

you and I aren't real family anyway.

Turns out you're correct, I am a bitch.

Don't touch me!

Cheers.

Nelson!

I said I would kill you.