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He's the new you.

Manuel Márquez.

Inspector, Special Unit of the National Police.

If you tell someone where you've been,

or who you really are, you'll die.

And this time, it will be forever.

My wife was a gift from heaven.

And my two daughters.

I never imagined that I could lose them,

especially not so suddenly.

I'm going to get her back.

I think I've managed to contact someone's energy.

I did it with this new radio and computer program.

Bea, forget it. There's nothing on the other side of death.

Yes, there is... My Dad.

It's Márquez.

An entity tried to kill you.

Yes, but why?

I killed him.

Márquez and Link coming up from the sidelines and...

It's a goal!

You're not the only one who's come back to Earth, Mr Vargas.

-The Butcher is still alive. -What do you want from me?

Hunt down the killer.

If you fail, the consequences could be...

unpredictable.

They found a body. We're expected at the crime scene.

The victim was Margot Deniel.

It was a clean kill,

a single stab wound to the heart, piercing the sternum.

Everything points to him.

The Butcher.

-You know what this means to me. -Yes, that's why...

-You can't take me off the case. -I can.

And I just did.

If you're planning something stupid, I want to watch your back.

Where will you start?

Where my father left off.

First, tell me if it's true you talk to dead people?

-That would be a start. -You won't believe me.

My God. You really do talk to dead people?

Are you using the radio to do spiritualism?

It's not spiritualism. It's science.

You know what's the weirdest thing in all this?

My father is everywhere.

But I feel empty inside.

Your father is closer than you think, Susana.

Relax... I'm a cop.

Where did you get this?

Inspector Márquez and I don't just share an apartment.

We share clothes, too. Shirts, trousers. Even underpants.

Because I know you like him, I see how you look at him.

I'd love a boyfriend like Jon, but he'd never give me a second look.

Well...

You never know.

I'm The Chicken.

The Link. Pleased to meet you.

You and me, we're out of here.

This is a tracker device.

Entities and paranormal activities leave traces of energy

which can be picked up by this device.

-He's here... -Who?

The Butcher.

You could be right.

Stop.

You've probably guessed, but this smells like a trap.

Yes, I guessed.

What are you doing? Please don't...

It's between me and him. Stay here.

Great, you got my message.

-Where's Márquez? -He went after the Butcher.

-Why the handcuffs? -He wants to be a hero.

Márquez.

Tell me how you found the Butcher,

how you got this far, and...

Did I really see you, totally engulfed in flames...

and shooting at the Butcher?

Susana... Are you sure you're feeling OK?

I want to see his face one last time.

He tricked us.

-That corpse isn't human. -What's going on?

What the hell is going on?

The Butcher's death brings to a close

one of the most horrific murder cases

in this country's criminal history.

It was only two days ago that the monster,

Carlos Gandía, was killed by police...

The health worker,

who described himself on social media

as publicly-minded and socially active,

has been identified as the Butcher...

Identified? Bullshit...

So who's the guy I shot? Who attacked my daughter?

I guess he was a hostile agent, one of the Butcher's soldiers.

Son of a bitch goes free and everyone thinks he's dead.

And what can I do? Tell the truth?

"Look, Mr Police Superintendent, don't close the case,

"the real killer is from another dimension.

"I know that because I'm also from another dimension, but a better one."

La Zarzamora.

What? -The greatest singer.

You mean you've heard of Lola Flores?

I even met Lola Flores.

The greatest. She neither sang nor danced, nor did she need to.

That's what I want to hear about.

More showbiz gossip and a bit less of the shadow side.

-Dark side. -Exactly.

I met lots of other artists too.

The 16th of May, 1995.

I had the honor of accompanying Lola Flores to the other side.

A true lady, through and through.

You're kidding me.

Her best ever performance was in the Gateway.

That day... I fell in love with her songs.

And...

I don't suppose you ever met Tino Casal?

You mean Celestino? Of course I did.

You're kidding me!

I want to hear all about it.

What's going on?

Maybe it's because mine are in the lock on the other side.

-Your what? -My keys.

-You have keys? -Of course.

I made a copy the first day.

How else would I get into the house? Just materialize out of thin air?

Yeah...

Empty calories, Mr Márquez...

This isn't my body, so I can eat what the hell I like.

I can regenerate, can't I?

Let's start at the beginning.

The Butcher died and came back five years later. Is that right?

Right.

Then he kills that poor girl, Margot.

-For old times sake? -No.

No. That makes no sense.

Then he set up what happened at the factory

so the police would close the case.

What's the bastard playing at?

The locksmith.

Great, he's right on time.

Got any tools with you?

Mr Márquez, he's a hostile!

Next time, take your keys out of the lock.

OK.

I'M ALIVE

Families of the Butcher's victims have asked for respect

for the memory of those who died.

The murderer's death may bring to a close

a dark chapter of our country's history.

But for the victims' families, the nightmare will never end.

Their spokesman has asked the media

to avoid sensationalist reporting.

Come in.

There's room for us both.

...revealing other lurid details

of the Butcher's modus operandi.

Carlos Gandía

is believed to have drugged his victims...

Semi-skimmed latte, two sweeteners.

Thanks.

How were your days off?

Short.

Very short. How about you?

-Are you OK? -Yes.

It wasn't the ending I was hoping for.

Yeah...

-You'd have liked to arrest him? -No.

It's just that...

I can't get used to it.

It's kind of weird, but...

Chasing that bastard acted as a kind of link.

As if I was more connected with my father, you know?

And now you're scared because...

you don't have that focus any more.

-And I feel further away from him. -From who?

My father.

I've thought a lot about you too.

Really?

Well, I hope it was in a good way.

I know your secret.

Secret?

-You're immortal. -What?

And you have super powers.

It's a joke!

I thought about it, when I saw you go up like a torch.

No...

My nephew managed to save me just in time but... I was lucky.

More than lucky. You have a guardian angel.

Stop! Look...

Mum!

-What brings you here? -We pass by every day. And you?

-Are you going to the hospital? -It's nothing important.

-I had to pick up some test results. -I could have given you a lift.

It's just next door, sweetie.

Don't call me sweetie, I'm at work.

Your daughter's right. If you ever need a lift, I'd be delighted to...

I mean, we both would...

Thank you, Inspector.

-Take care of her. -Don't worry.

Bye.

SCIENCE

Today, we're not talking about science.

We're talking about her ugly sister, pseudo-science.

Anyone heard of the Randi Foundation?

They will grant a million dollars

to anyone who can prove the paranormal exists.

They've had thousands of candidates since their foundation in 1964.

Spiritualists, mediums, magicians...

And how many have passed the test?

Does anyone know?

Zero.

Yes, Bea?

The aim of science is to seek the truth, isn't it?

That's right.

And to find the truth we must go beyond what has been established.

Don't go there.

Some of the people applying for the award are said to be crazy.

But maybe they aren't.

Nobody, absolutely no one has been successful

in demonstrating the existence of an afterlife.

What if we weren't using the right technology?

-What if someone invented it? -Like dead people's radio?

With the right technology, we can break through that barrier.

-We could make contact! -Yeah, with your psychologist.

Quiet, please!

Enough, Bea. Let's get back to the lesson.

Science needs evidence, proven facts...

I'll shut them all up.

You should just ignore them.

If I could just increase the power of my radio, I could do it.

Pay attention, please.

Quiet!

Now that all the Butcher's mess has been cleared up,

we can get back to our usual duties.

Aranda.

Special deployment for the cup match.

Rayo Vallecano-Barcelona.

Go Rayo!

The city police will close off the streets near the stadium.

We handle the entrances.

We'll have a van-load of riot police too,

just in case any thugs get out of control.

Just a minute.

The deadline for placing bets on the game is 2pm.

One result, two euros.

And you can only bet on Rayo.

Quiet!

Come into the center, you two.

You earned it, after catching that bastard.

OK, that's enough.

We don't want them arriving late for every meeting.

What's in store for our stars today? Let's find out.

Márquez and Vargas, you can handle whatever comes up.

Oriol and Aguado, patrol the monastery entrance.

I want two units at the exit...

Are you OK?

I was thinking about your mother.

Do you think there's anything wrong?

No.

If you haven't been assigned a specific task,

make routine patrols on the outskirts of town.

-OK? -You heard. Get to work.

And be careful. It's tough out there.

-Cover for me, 30 minutes? -Sure.

Laura?

Márquez... You're back here already?

I'm doing some research.

-And Susana? -Paperwork. Back at the station.

Well... It's nice to see you.

Are you OK?

Yes.

No. You're not OK.

-What do you mean? -I don't mean to be rude, but...

You're not telling the truth.

There are little clues that give us away,

like what you just did with your hair.

What my daughter said must be true. You're a good cop.

Want to tell me about it? If you'd like to.

The test results aren't mine.

They're for my father-in-law.

Arturo?

All tickets are already sold out for tomorrow's match...

What are those aerials for?

Watching the game, I suppose?

Way to go, man. You're all set!

It's a frame... For a sunshade I'm making.

Nothing like a sunshade when it's hot out there.

Damn it, can you two shut up for a minute?

I can't hear a damned thing.

...the first leg of the King's Cup,

the Rayo squad have pledged to accomplish the heroic feat of...

Heroic feat, that's right...

We're going to get thrashed.

Don't look at me like that.

You know the team's not up to scratch.

If you say so.

I know a couple of lads who'd do really well in the first half.

And maybe the second.

Alcázar, Tanco, Uceda...

They really were great players.

They were giant-killers.

I can still see my son's face when we beat Madrid at home.

You went to a lot of matches, right?

With your son.

-Every Sunday. -They never missed a game.

Yes, we did. Just once.

We missed one match, Andrés and I.

Alzheimer's?

Yes.

-He has Alzheimer's. -That's right.

-Arturo? -Yes.

You shouldn't let it get you down. It's still early days.

Those kind of illnesses take time to develop.

Yes, of course. It's a long-term illness...

They're always finding new therapies.

And my father-in-law is a strong man...

He's...

He's like a father to me.

He's always been there.

At the hardest times in my life, he's always been there to support me.

And now I don't know how to be there, how to help him.

I'm sorry, but...

I already lost the love of my life.

I'm not ready to lose anyone else.

I don't want to.

Look out!

-I'm sorry. -It's OK.

You can call me Laura, if you like.

Thanks.

-Susana? -I'm your workmate.

-You remember work, right? -Hi, darling.

Mum?

What's going on? Márquez?

-Are you OK? -Yes.

We're both fine, don't worry.

Your Mum is fine. Something just fell onto the car.

OK. I'm on my way.

No, you don't have to, really.

Laura, get back in the car.

OK, get over here and bring back-up.

OK. On my way.

So this fell onto your car?

It fell out of the sky.

There goes the neighborhood.

Fuck!

-How's your mother? -Fine.

I took her home. She had such a shock.

It was a clean cut. Whoever did this used something heavy...

-A machete? -Maybe.

Or an axe.

It could be a settling of scores.

-Ever seen anything like this before? -No.

Someone threw it directly onto your car?

No, it could have landed on anyone's car.

Yeah.

What were you doing with my mother?

My mother. What was she doing in your car?

I bumped into her at the hospital and gave her a lift home.

Inspectors!

I don't think we need to get it identified now.

Fuck me.

Fuck me.

Hello.

Hey, Grandpa.

-Where's your sister? -Didn't Mum tell you?

Someone threw a severed arm onto the roof of their car.

-It had been cut off at the elbow. -Bea, that's enough.

Don't remind me.

But what happened?

I'll tell you later.

-Did you see it? What was it like? -I didn't see it.

Careful, this is hot.

Tripe casserole.

Gross!

-I'd rather eat a severed arm. -Don't give me ideas.

It's Grandpa's favorite food and we haven't had it for ages, have we?

This, and a good lamb shank, young and tender.

OK, lamb shank on Sunday.

What's shank? What language are you two speaking?

Be quiet and eat.

What did I say about phones at the table?

-It's Patri. -I don't care who it is.

It's rude. Put it away and eat.

-No need to be like that about it. -Like what?

What am I like?

Can't you even spend five minutes talking to Grandpa and me?

No, we're of no interest. The phone is, but we're not.

Mum, calm down. I've put my phone away, OK?

Mum, are you OK?

Am I OK? Well, no. Actually, I'm not OK.

I'd like this family to be together, getting along, like a normal family.

Just for once!

-What's that all about? -Go after her.

Mum... What's wrong?

Grandpa...

Grandpa isn't well.

He's not well.

-What the fuck! -It was a postmortem amputation.

Fingerprints confirm that it's Marvin Carranza.

Well, one of his arms.

Let's see. The guy escapes from my precinct,

somebody finds him, kills him...

But why the hell cut off his arm?

You say it came down from above?

Yes.

I don't think an angel dropped it, it came from an apartment.

You have a lot of bad luck.

Or good luck, maybe. I don't know.

Ever since you arrived, everything just falls in your lap.

That's enough!

If you want to know whose is bigger, I can lend you a ruler.

OK. This is what we do.

Question all the gang leaders and double patrols in the area.

Find out where Marvin went as he left the station,

who was the last to see him alive.

We need to find the scumbag who did this.

Mr Márquez?

Just curious, you don't know anything about a missing arm, right?

Stop! Don't take one more step.

-Now what are you up to? -I thought you'd never ask.

I drew some conclusions after the attack.

Really? Like what?

That the hostile agents, our enemies,

want to kill you.

Are you sure these people don't know I'm Andrés Vargas?

I am. But they know you want to hunt them down.

They want to destroy you.

-That makes me feel much better. -I'm glad.

And you're going to feel even better once you have this.

With a car battery that came out of the Ark?

In fact, it's an extremely powerful energy accumulator.

It's Gateway technology.

-This piece of junk? -Don't touch it!

I gave it a vintage look so it fits in here on Earth.

It's working.

Go ahead, get inside.

It's working.

Are you going to tell me what this thing does?

Strategically placing the two devices and two others I'm finishing,

creates a security fence to detect supernatural beings.

-As you just demonstrated. -We're both supernatural.

-We'll get this racket all day long? -A few last-minute adjustments.

Once it's finished, if one of them comes near us, we'll know.

Can't you tell me anything about Marvin Carranza's arm?

-Who? -Marvin Carranza.

-Remember? -The guy who sang Pechuguita?

You're pissing me around.

Isn't Marvin Carranza a Puerto Rican pop singer?

I don't know if he's a Puerto Rican pop singer.

I know he's the possessed guy we killed last week.

Who twitched like a lizard.

What about him? We buried him good and proper.

-All in one piece? -Of course.

Burying him was enough.

Someone did it up for us.

Someone who knows where we buried him.

-Who knows Marvin... -Carranza.

Yeah.

You don't look too good.

Anyone would think you'd just dug up a corpse.

That was joke. In case you hadn't realized.

I'm practicing the human sense of humor.

I bet you can't guess who I saw this morning?

Your father.

My father?

In Mr Sebas's bar.

It was a really touching moment.

He told us he always went to football matches with his son... with you.

The two of you never missed a Rayo game.

Except once, apparently.

-Rayo-Athletic. -I don't know.

But if you'd seen your father's face when he talked about it...

It was like he was reliving the past.

Like he could see you as a boy, wearing the Rayo strip.

Football must be so important to your family.

My dad has Alzheimer's.

I'm sorry.

A foot!

I found the corpse.

They cut off his arm.

They dig him up, bury him again and throw his arm at you.

-I don't get it. -It's a message.

I still don't get it.

It's his phone.

Answer it. It's for you.

For me? How come?

Because they threw his arm at you.

Yes?

Who was it? What did they say?

Got a phone charger?

No... Why?

It just ran out of juice.

Hey, girls.

I'm going to take the rubbish out. And get my daily exercise.

-Great. -Having a top-secret meeting?

Just chatting.

Say hello to Sebas from me, Grandpa.

You caught me, Deputy Inspector.

-Yeah. -I plead guilty.

-See you later. -Bye.

OK.

OK. So we don't tell him anything.

And then what? We act as if nothing happened?

There is no easy solution.

But right now, I want to protect your grandfather.

By lying to him?

No, sweetie...

My opinion also counts.

-So what's your opinion? -Grandpa has to know.

No.

I've seen a lot of debate on the issue, on the internet.

-Internet? You're kidding? -What's wrong with the Internet?

-It's totally.... -OK, let's not argue.

Medical websites, Alzheimer's patients and their families

all say that patients prefer to know.

It's my decision.

How would you feel if your loved ones lied to you?

You know what, sweetheart?

You're still too young to understand...

Look, Mum, I was even younger when Dad died.

When that happened, I had to grow up fast.

I can't talk about this with her.

-Why not take a vote? -There's three of us.

Democracy is not an issue in this house.

If I decide we're not telling him, then that's that. OK?

If neither of you tell him, then I will.

She's not a child any more.

-So you're taking her side, now? -I'm not taking any side, Mum.

But I know how much you love her.

You can't leave her out of this.

Pin number.

Six digits.

PIN ERROR

VALLECAS, MAY 1977

How's my chatterbox doing?

My throat's a bit sore.

Drink this.

Aren't you going to the match?

-Shall I tell you a secret? -Yes.

You know how much I like football, don't you?

And if I like football that much,

you can imagine how much I'd enjoy a Rayo-Athletic game.

But you see, I just couldn't imagine

being in that stadium without you, son.

Do you know why?

Because it's not football that's important,

it's who you share it with.

So we'll always go to every game together?

-Always. -Always always?

Goal!

Morning.

Good morning, Mr Márquez.

There's something I want to tell you...

I've something important to ask you, too.

Please.

That's the first time anyone ever said "Please".

It must be very important.

In the Gateway, you put me in another body, right?

Yes.

And you gave me this thing...

the ability to regenerate, to heal myself.

That's correct.

What did you want to ask me?

To heal my father.

-Mr Márquez... -You don't understand.

To us, our memories are our lives.

And he's beginning to lose his.

I'm very sorry, Mr Márquez.

We cannot interfere on that plane.

You know that.

And two tickets to the Rayo match?

That's not so hard? There's no way on earth that I can get hold of one.

I don't think my dimension is in touch with the Rayo management.

I didn't think so.

You'd like to go with your Dad, right?

I want to spend time with him, now more than ever.

The match would be a perfect opportunity.

So what did you want to tell me?

Nothing.

Not important.

At least...

The security fence I spoke of.

The grey area is free of hostile entities and our friend the Butcher.

Last night, I installed... I placed...

What's the name of the policeman with the beard?

-Policeman? -Your partner.

Handsome, good-looking.

Well-dressed. Sort of guy who gets noticed.

-That dickhead David. -Yes.

The dickhead.

-Does he have a girlfriend? -No, he's married.

Of course, I hadn't thought of that.

No, I mean... With all due respect, you don't have to tell me.

In the Gateway, do men...

-Go with men? -Of course.

-I go places with you. -No...

No... That's not what I mean. I'm talking about...

I mean, are you gay, damn it?

Well... I studied the theory.

I haven't tried it in practice.

But to be honest, I think not.

-No? -No.

-So why mention him? -Last night I saw your daughter.

What about my daughter?

Your daughter, Susana.

Going into a motel. With the handsome dickhead.

It looked like they were having carnal relations.

-My daughter? -Yes.

-My daughter Susana? -Yes.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

-With the married guy? -Yes.

Where are you going, Mr Márquez? Don't do anything you might regret.

-I'm fine. -Yes.

-No stress. -Yes.

OK.

I'm not hungry.

If you're going to talk to Grandpa, you'll need your strength.

We know it's for the best.

If you want to make the decisions, go ahead, I'll accept that.

But..

If you're going to tell Grandpa he's going to lose all his memories,

you're going to need a lot of energy.

A lot of courage.

Coffee?

Javi Guerra, injured just before the game.

What a start to the day.

I know it's bad manners. But today, Rayo takes priority.

Every other topic is irrelevant.

Bea...

I wouldn't do it.

I wouldn't eat that piece of toast.

It might be a bad idea.

Leave her be. She's grown up now.

What are you talking about? What's wrong with her toast?

Grandpa.

Look at me.

-Is Javi Guerra really that good? -He's the top scorer.

Since when did you care about football?

Well...

When you get older,

you start to understand things better.

-What things? -Football things.

Have you lot been smoking something illegal?

That's all we need.

Arturo...

Arturo... We want to tell you something.

I give up.

What do you want to tell me?

That I have Alzheimer's? You already told me.

Can I read my newspaper now?

You knew, Grandpa?

From the very first symptom, sweetheart.

But there's no point making a fuss.

Anyway, I'm not 20 years old any more.

Alzheimer's...

I don't expect it will kill me.

Listen...

There are two ways of living this life.

You can cry over it...

Or you can buck up and get on with it.

We're Vargas.

Crying doesn't suit us Vargas at all.

I'm sorry, Arturo.

Don't be sorry.

As long as I have some marbles left,

I want to enjoy life.

And my life means...

you three,

my piece of toast,

and Rayo Vallecano.

So don't you worry about me.

I'm as strong as an ox.

Are you hungry now?

Yes.

Best I don't mention it.

Not a word. Just some self-control.

I mean, a fucking married man. Fuck me.

Who is it now?

OK... Yes.

Just after you left, the signal started playing up.

What are you on about?

The security fence against the hostiles.

The signal. It's disappearing.

And the battery is inexhaustible.

Let's see, where is the battery?

At the geographical center of the perimeter.

In the Tio-Pio district. Under the bridge over the M30.

Tio-Pio? That's perfect!

-Fuck me. -What's going on?

You know so much about technology but nothing about crooks.

I don't get the shepherding reference in this context, Mr Márquez.

Is it dangerous?

Well...

It could bring down the whole of the city's electricity grid.

I don't think radiation is too good for humans, either.

So it's dangerous.

Let's say it's...unstable.

Well, you'd better find it because it's been stolen.

Márquez!

Self-control.

How's your Grandpa?

How do you know about my Grandpa?

Your mum told me.

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

I guess the worst bit must be telling him about it?

Yes.

How's he taking it?

Better than we are.

Arturo's an old-school cop, like in the old days.

-A titan, right? -He's the best.

I also know about you and David.

What?

Are you two serious? Do you feel something for him?

Márquez...

I like you a lot, but don't go there.

Why? Because I'm right?

I'm going to ask you three questions.

I'll give up my badge if I'm wrong on any of them.

-I don't want to talk about it. -Has he promised to leave his wife?

He has, hasn't he?

Did he also say he can't leave her until their child's a bit older?

He said you were going to be so happy together.

Am I right?

Why are you doing this?

What for?

-Stop interfering in my life. -I'm not interfering.

I'm just telling you... You deserve a better man than that.

What do you want?

To play dad to the poor little orphan girl?

You're not up to it.

You could never measure up to my father. Not one bit.

Do you understand?

I was just trying to help my daughter.

Listen up, folks! The upholstery van is here!

We upholster chairs, armchairs, sofas, couches and divans...

We restore all sorts of household furniture.

Thanks for the lift, cousin.

What's up, dude?

Aren't we looking good now we're out of jail?

Thanks for coming, Chicken.

No worries, big guy. That's what I'm here for.

So what's this thing that someone stole from you?

If it's in Vallecas, the Chicken will find it.

A kind of car battery.

-Where did you leave it? -In Tio-Pio, under a bridge.

Why would you leave a battery under a bridge?

Don't ask questions, Chicken. Who might have taken it?

The Grandfather. The M30 area belongs to him and his lowlifes.

Who is the Grandfather?

The Grandfather...

He's a very dangerous gang leader.

He's already done time twice.

-You should forget about the battery. -I need it.

-I'll steal one for you. -Thanks, but I need that one.

I want to talk to the Grandfather.

You can try.

What are you doing up there?

I'm looking for my Rayo scarf.

To watch tonight's match.

Even if I'm watching at home, I should be properly dressed.

Come and sit down.

What's all this paperwork?

Some new experiments you've been doing?

I got them from an organization that helps people like you.

Old policemen with annoying grand-daughters.

People with the same problems as you.

They're memory exercises. You have to trace the letters, OK?

At my age, I'm going back to infant school.

I want them all done by tomorrow.

Are you sure you're alright?

Go and buy sweeties, or whatever young people do on Saturday mornings.

No.

I'm staying at home with you.

That was Patri.

You know, Bea,

no illness will ever make me forget you.

So stop talking nonsense and go and see your friend.

Don't make me feel like I'm a burden.

OK.

Give me a hug.

You'll get these done for tomorrow, OK?

OK, I'm going.

Grandpa, here's your scarf.

I must be losing my marbles!

-Patri? -Hi.

-Jon just messaged me. -Seriously?

What did he send? A photo?

Did he have his shirt on?

He told me he found a thing I can use on my radio.

He sent me a location.

Let's meet at the usual place.

If Jon wants to show us his thing, why not?

That's disgusting!

See you just now.

MY WEDDING

MY ANDRÉS

Look, there's one thing I don't understand.

Why did you leave a car battery right in the middle of the Tio-Pio?

Did you think it would recharge itself in the sunlight?

Or power up the arc lights on the M30?

Which one is the Grandfather?

The one with the ponytail.

Hey, dude.

Just think about what you're getting into.

Thanks, Chicken.

Mr Grandfather?

Good afternoon. May I have a word?

You got off at the wrong stop, friend.

This isn't the playground. -I know.

I'm looking for something.

-What kind of something? -A car battery.

Go to a garage, dickhead. They've got the lot.

It's an extremely valuable item.

-Fifty bucks? -In fact, it's priceless.

Why not give it back to me, so we can stay friends.

Of course.

Well... OK, now...

See what good friends we are?

Hey, Grandfather, big guy.

Come on, pretty boy. Let's go.

Get out of my neighborhood, posh boy.

Come on, posh boy, let's go.

What are you doing?

You're nuts.

Where's my battery?

What?

We sold it to Fatso. In his workshop, yesterday.

Wouldn't this have been a lot easier without violence?

Goodbye, Grandfather. No hard feelings.

Jesus, dude.

You're fucking Van Damme.

The Steven Seagal of Vallecas.

Márquez.

These are the Carranza case reports.

Maybe we can find the rest of the corpse?

-Susana, I'm sorry... -Look.

I've enough to deal with already.

What's up?

Look, David...

You and me didn't get off on the right foot.

I know that.

But we're partners, we see each other every day.

So why don't we bury the hatchet?

To me, it's water under the bridge.

It's just nerves.

What do you say?

By the way,

I know about you and Susana.

-What are you doing? -Susana's family has suffered a lot.

I hope you won't make her suffer even more.

What the hell...?

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Who am I?

I'm a fucking son of a bitch.

Listen, sonny boy.

Maybe your hard man act works on your own little Smurf turf,

but not here.

Get it?

See this wallet?

It's made from the balls of babies like you.

If you hurt Susana, I'll get a key-ring made from your dick.

-Have you found your battery? -More or less.

I have good news and bad news.

-OK, what's the good news? -It's in the Pozo workshop.

In the Entrevías neighborhood.

Fatso's workshop. Don't go in there alone.

-You hear me? -Yeah.

That's the bad news.

The battery is in the same place as your daughter.

My daughter?

Susana's right here.

No, your other daughter.

The little one.

What? Don't let her go in there, you hear me?

Yeah.

It's too late, Mr Márquez.

She's going in.

I don't fucking believe it.

Hello?

Jon?

Is anyone there?

What are you doing here?

We're looking for Jon.

Who?

Jon...

A boy about our age, he's tall...

He's kind of cute...

with great muscles.

You mean the black kid.

Go ahead, he's in the back room.

Thanks.

But don't distract him.

No...

Jon...?

Jon.

Hi.

Hi.

What a beautiful sight.

-Hi. -How's it going?

Hi.

-You really work here? -Yes.

I do a couple hours after school and on weekends.

What a hard-working guy.

You need a booster for your radio, don't you?

-Yes. -You're going to love this.

-A car battery? -It looks like one.

But I promise you, it's not a normal battery.

You stay here.

I never saw anything like that before.

Where did you get it from?

Listen...

It's all totally legal, Inspector.

Really? That battery is stolen.

What are you doing here?

Just hanging out?

I'm looking for parts, for a science project.

You should be in a shopping center, not in here.

That's what I said.

It's my fault. I called her.

Who are you?

My name's Jon.

-Are you getting into bad company? -Just because I'm black, I'm not...

Don't get me wrong.

I'm talking about criminals.

I don't care if you're bright yellow or lime green.

-OK? -Can I get back to my desk now?

No. You can stay there and shut up.

You'd better get home, and on the double.

This time, I won't tell your mum and your sister.

They have enough to worry about.

No...

What do you mean, "No"?

Mr Márquez?

Mr Márquez.

Hey! Good to see you!

The workshop's full of stuff, but all you want is that old battery.

-Why? -It's been stolen.

-Because it's not just a battery. -Cool it, Bea.

-Come on, let's go. -No...

OK, everyone. Keep calm and nobody move a muscle.

On the floor.

What's going on, nephew?

Are these friends of yours?

I'd like you to meet the Grandfather...

What's up, Fatso?

The kids can go. This has nothing to do with them.

OK, get out of here.

Go on.

On you go.

Hey, Jon.

You'd better not go out there and call the cops.

Or I might have to get angry with your mother.

You hear me?

Go on. Give her my best wishes.

So now that we're all adults, who the fuck are you?

Careful!

Police.

Maybe we can be a bit more civilized, don't you think?

Yes. Of course.

Right.

You were saying?

Let my friend and me go, we just came for the...

For that little beauty, right?

Your dickhead of a nephew said it was very important.

And expensive.

In fact, he made quite a point of it.

Didn't you?

You told him it was expensive?

-It just came over me. -What's in that battery?

Nothing. It has sentimental value.

It's unstable.

I don't know what the hell's in that thing,

but I want it.

Hand it over or he dies.

Iago, nephew...

Are you like me?

What do you mean?

Are you like me?

-Like you? -Can you heal yourself, damn it.

-You can't? How come? -Only you.

Enough of the chit-chat. The battery.

Or he gets it.

OK. You win.

But if you want the battery, you'll have to kill me.

Shoot me if you've got any balls.

Got balls, Grandfather?

Then shoot me.

What are you doing?

-Don't mess with me. -I'm not.

Shoot me in the head if you've got balls.

Kill a fucking cop.

-You're crazy. -Not at all.

I'm not crazy. You're a piece of shit.

-You don't know me. -Of course I do.

You're a really big piece of shit.

You're a sham, Grandfather. Shoot.

Go on, pull the trigger.

No.

Then I'll do it.

My head.

It hurts.

That's normal. You blew your own head off.

How long have I been here?

You took eight hours to regenerate.

Eight hours?

It wasn't easy this time around.

What's that?

Your first bullet in the head. Take good care of it.

I'll keep it with my fucking wisdom teeth.

No sudden movements. Your head is still getting back to normal.

-Want an Ibuprofen? -No. Yes.

No.

What happened with the Grandfather?

Your suicide strategy worked.

They ran off rather than deal with a dead cop.

I got my battery back.

-You haven't said thank you. -No.

I've got something better.

What's that?

Rayo Vallecano v. Barcelona.

Tonight.

I know nothing about football, but it should be a good game.

You can say that again.

Right by the pitch.

Mind you don't get hit on the head by a football.

How did you get these?

I have contacts in high places.

You know what this means?

My dad's going to have one of the best nights of his life.

I'm sorry.

What for?

I don't know. Just for having spent so much time with you lately.

I'm sorry.

You've got a heart of gold, kid.

Valuable?

No.

More like... shiny.

Help me get dressed.

...the Barcelona goalposts...

There go my boys.

Bea, bring me some peanuts.

But don't tell your mum.

Is something wrong?

No, nothing. I'll get the peanuts.

Grandpa, can you come downstairs with me a minute?

Are you kidding? They've just started the previews.

It's important.

-It had better be. -Come on.

Partner, get your scarf on, we're going to the game.

I could tell you were a good man.

But getting two tickets for tonight's match...

-You're a superman! -No...

I'll just get my things.

Whatever you do, you do it big, right?

-I do what I can. -Yeah.

You're still an asshole.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

I know. And...

Maybe you were right.

But Márquez, my personal life is my own business.

OK?

OK.

He's going to have such a great time.

When he used to go with my Dad, it was always like a big party.

It was better than Christmas Day... And it was every two weeks.

Shall I give you a lift? I think he'll cry, and I can't miss that.

Why are you looking at me like that?

The tickets are for you and your Grandpa.

-Yes, take them. -No, I can't...

It's the least I can do. Take them.

You're a family. You need to stick together.

And you could do with some fun, couldn't you?

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Don't forget this.

Grandpa... Guess who's coming to the game with you?

But I thought you didn't like football...

-Well, I... -Football isn't important.

It's who you share it with.

Thanks, buddy.

Shall we...?

PIN number... Six digits.

Pass the ball, you idiot. Pass!

My grandmother ran faster than that with a stainless steel hip.

PIN number. Six digits.

You'll never do it by guessing.

We need to get it unlocked. I'll talk to the IT guys tomorrow.

Six digits.

Six digits.

Six digits.

Stop it, what are you doing?

Six digits. 13/12/11

Give me that.

HELLO, MR VARGAS

What is this?

It's him.

The Butcher?

He knows who I am.

HELLO, MR VARGAS

I know where the Butcher is hiding.

In a guest-house in the same street.

There's no doubt. The trail is fresh.

We've got him.

Happy birthday!

Mum's birthday.

It's five years since she last celebrated her birthday.

I've organized a surprise party.

Happy birthday, honey.

I've worked everything out.

I know how to get the battery back.

No. No way.

Márquez took it, it must be in his house.

So we can go and get it back.

I don't feel strong enough for a relationship like this.

I'm a coward.

I never looked into your eyes and told you how I feel.

I'm going to blow your fucking head off.

Pardon?

Ready..? Now!

Surprise!

We were passing and he insisted.

That bastard is making a move on my wife.

Lately, I've felt that...

my husband is closer than ever.

I understand.

You do?

Yes, because it's the same for me.

I feel like my wife is closer than ever before.

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