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Hey. Hello.

Good morning.

You're relatives of Mr. Tirso Abantos, right?

Yes.

How is my father? Any change in his condition?

You'd better sit down.

But…

But what… what's wrong with my father? Is it worse?

Don't worry, his condition is stable.

But he's been here two days

and he still hasn't regained consciousness.

He's not exactly in a coma,

but we're unable to bring him back.

We'll keep running tests to find out what is wrong with him,

and the extent of the damage to the brain.

He's gonna be okay, isn't he?

Tell me he'll be okay.

I'm begging you.

I'm sorry, but I don't know yet.

Doctor!

Doctor, we need you! It's Tirso Abantos.

What's wrong?

He's gone.

Oh my God, Papa is dead!

No, no, no! He woke up and went back to his house.

What do you mean, his house?

We were just finishing the scanner and he started pushing us, insulting us,

telling us that he was going home.

And he's gone.

And you let him go?

He was so mad he nearly punched an orderly.

WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS

Santi?

Why are you still here?

You're awake!

This makes me so happy, Tirso!

I'd rather you weren't so goddam happy.

I'm sorry, but you had us all terribly worried.

They discharged you so soon in your condition?

More or less.

"More or less." Hold on.

Where are Gladys and your kids?

No. Tell me you didn't.

-There they are. -Papa!

Tirso.

Papa, what were you thinking leaving the hospital?

You son of a bitch.

Papa.

You could have at least waited for the test results.

My love. Come on, let's drive back to the hospital now.

-Why don't we go? -Not gonna happen.

Hospitals are like goddam fly traps for humans.

Once you get in you can't ever get out.

Papa, it's possible you have a brain injury,

you could've collapsed here in this room

If I'm gonna die suddenly, I want it to be in my house.

What happened to those sons of bitches?

The ones who ran me down. Did they find them?

Yes, they found them, but they've been released.

Papa, you're the one who fired a gun at their garage.

Those assholes ran me down.

You saw it.

Yes, Papa, but they say you were standing in front of the car

when they were trying to get away.

Amanda says you're lucky they didn't decide to sue you.

What?

What about the store?

What happened to the hardware store?

Don't think about that right now.

What happened?

It's theirs now, Tirso.

That's bullshit.

They stole it from Santi.

Actually, they won it.

In a stupid game of poker.

That has no clout.

Santi signed a document.

The store is no longer ours, it's theirs.

There's nothing we can do about it.

I'm sorry.

My love.

You need to rest.

There'll be time to take care of the store.

I need to rest?

No.

I won't let a bunch of thieves take away my goddamn hardware store!

Over my rotten dead body!

-Papa! -Tirso. What's wrong?

Are you okay?

Leave me alone!

I don't need any of you people to take care of me.

I wanna be alone.

I'm leaving. I… have things to do.

I'll come with you.

I've got to open the bar 'cause…

it's time.

Papa, you're not well.

What are you still doing here?

Go away.

What's this?

You won't be laughing for very long.

Now put your hands on your head.

Wha… What are you doing? Huh?

Put your hands on your motherfucking head so I can see them.

I don't want you to beat the shit out of me.

I said put your damn hands

on your head.

Do you know what a mess you made with that stabbing?

Ezequiel, the guy who stabbed Quini is…

he's Pantera's brother, he wanted revenge,

I had nothing to do with it.

Put these on.

On your own, behind your back.

Put them on or I'll put a bullet right in your kneecap.

Okay!

Come on.

Let's go.

Get in the car.

In the car.

What are we doing here, Ezequiel?

Get out.

Come with me.

-C'mon -What the fuck is this about?

What's it about? What's it about?

I've had it with your shit.

I tried to deal with the problem the nice way,

so now I'm going to try a different approach.

And I assure you, I'm gonna put an end to this fucking shit.

Walk!

Listen to me.

I'm not listening anymore. I'm gonna put an end to all this bullshit.

Stop squirming, get your ass in there.

Get in!

You can't be fucking serious, Ezeqs.

You take me out of the hospital and tie me up

just to bring me fucking bitch.

Sit down! Sit your ass down!

Shut the fuck up!

Sit down!

Fuck my life.

I'm gonna explain it for the last time.

There's a motherfucking professional killer

who wants the two of you to murder each other.

Let's see if you get it, once and for all!

You didn't kill Sebas and you didn't kill Pantera.

So let's put an end

to this fucking preemptive war you two are having right here.

You've got two options.

One, you trust me

and walk out that fucking door with a peace agreement.

Or two, we exit with a fucking winner

and a mother fucking loser!

There's only one bullet in this gun.

As soon as I'm out of here and close the door,

whatever happens is up to you.

Either you make peace

or the first one who reaches the fucking pistol,

kills the other one.

And to be perfectly honest, I don't give a flying fuck!

Now you know that either way…

either way, this war ends here and now.

You two get to decide how.

Understood?

I'm sick and tired of your shit.

Hello, Amanda.

Gladys. Sit down, please, if you would.

Tell me you have good news about Nelson to report.

You've had him for two days. Shouldn't he be out by now?

Gladys, Nelson is in prison.

Did you say "prison"?

But he hasn't even been tried yet.

He'll be in prison until he gets tried.

The judge ruled that he's a flight risk.

I'll be straight with you, Gladys.

Assaulting a police officer is a serious crime.

And Nelson's got a record.

I'm afraid he's going to have to do time.

No, no, no, no. Amanda, listen. You can't do that to him now, you…

You know that he's changed, thanks to his work with the foundation.

I know.

And he's doing a lot of good for the community.

Amanda, I implore you…

Can you help? I implore you.

I can't help him, I'm sorry.

I really am.

I'll let you know if there's anything new, okay?

Okay.

Thank you.

Gladys. Are you all right?

What are you doing here?

I work here.

-In a police station? -Yes.

-You? -Mm-hmm.

I just heard about Nelson.

-Gladys, we've got to do something. -Excuse me?

All of a sudden, you care about your son?

Because a month ago you didn't even care if he was alive or if he was dead.

You have every right to hate me.

I did everything wrong.

But thanks to God,

I realized what is important in my life.

And our son is absolutely the most important thing.

I'll do anything for Nelson.

You just said it.

I have every right to hate you, René.

So that's what I'll do.

Gladys…

I've heard about an attorney.

He specializes in cases like this one.

He can probably get Nelson out until he has to stand trial.

He's expensive but I'd handle it.

For 20 years, I've been fighting for my son.

I never quit.

-I know, Gladys. -No! You have no fucking clue!

You have no idea how hard I had to fight.

What I had to do to raise him, the sacrifices.

And now you want to be a hero?

The savior?

Why? Because you have money?

Because you know a guy?

I don't want a goddamn thing you have to offer.

Shit!

Shit.

Surprise.

You were right.

There's a killer out there trying to play us.

Congratulations.

Yes, turns out there's always some bitch out there trying to play us, right?

Well, you now have your peace,

I know she tried to kill me, but if I were her I'd have done the same.

Can we go now

or did you arrange another theatrical performance for us?

Shooting the gun to scare me was your idea, wasn't it?

Mm.

Just give me the pistol back, okay?

Give me the pistol back, Dulce.

Did you shit your pants, Ezeqs?

Yeah, it was my idea.

Because I really wanted to see your dumbass face

when I opened up that door.

Papa, I'm taking the baby to Gladys, I have things to do.

-Oh. Hi, Ji… Ji… Jimena. -Hi, Sanchís.

I ca… came to see your father.

Sure, come on in.

-I'm just leaving. -Okay.

-Bye. -Bye.

Hello, Captain.

I heard

what happened.

How… How are you doing?

Sanchís, you know that feeling sometimes

like you've been run over by a car?

Well, I've actually been run over.

That's gotta…

that's gotta hurt.

And yet that's not the worst of it.

They stole my hardware store, Sanchís.

I… I heard about it.

I was just passing by and they were…

taking down the sign.

What sign?

The one that…

that… that said, "Hardware Store."

They say it will be a…

like a car… car parts st… store.

Well, they didn't waste any time.

That hardware store,

that was my reason for getting up every single day.

From behind that counter I've seen life go by.

I'd watch my children play there when they were young.

And I put Irene to work there…

the day she came to live in this house.

No, no, no.

Don't get all worked up again.

Because…

No.

Wh… Where are you going?

To go make coffee.

I… I… I'll make it for you, man.

You're, uh…

An invalid? Too old? A dumbass?

You… You're… You're injured. I was gonna say injured.

But I'll shut up now. You… You make the coffee!

Then go sit back down.

Yep.

-Uh… Hey, Sanchís. -Yeah?

You know what?

Eh, you were right.

You be in charge of the coffee and I'm gonna lie down.

That… That… That's what I was saying.

What are you doing, baby blue? What are you doing?

Where the hell have you been?

Hey!

I had things to do, boss.

You were busy saving the world?

Well, not the world, but I did save the neighborhood.

I ended the war between Quini and Dulce.

What do you mean?

Those two are now as dangerous as two kittens posing for a calendar.

When they give the Nobel Peace Prize to Entrevías, -you'll be thanking me, huh?

-And how did you do it? -Ooh…

Actually, I don't think I wanna know.

No, you don't wanna know.

Anything new on Sunday Boy?

I just can't believe it. I can't believe it.

It's like, am I the only one? The only cop who works in this station?

I ask because I'm not going to live forever.

You forget that it was you who let him escape.

The day you accompanied him home and he never made it.

Now, look, inspector. That man stunk up the whole station.

We couldn't possibly keep him.

So I accompanied him to his sister's doorstep, okay?

-Yeah. -What more do you want?

That I put the guy in bed and kiss him goodnight?

He's the only witness we've got, Ezequiel.

If you have to kiss him goodnight, you do that.

He's Sunday Boy, he wasn't the smartest kid in class. He'll be easy to find.

-Amanda! -What do you want?

Yes?

They found another burned victim.

You gotta be kidding.

Go check it out.

Let's see if, for once, we're lucky and he left behind a clue.

This bastard is playing us.

And find Sunday Boy.

He's the only ace in the hole we have.

I'm getting really sick and tired of barbecue,

Tell me about it, I'm vegan.

Watch the door. That's it.

QUINI SPARE PARTS

Yo, dude, pass me the hammer.

-Quiet, you son of a bitch. -Hey, what're you doing?

Back off, Lady Elaine, or I'll slit his fucking throat.

You're carrying a weapon, aren't you?

Huh? Yeah?

Of course you are. Of course.

-Fuck this. -Get out. Get out!

Out. Get lost.

Get the hell out of my store, motherfuckers!

-C'mon, man. -You're fucking crazy!

I'm gonna kill you!

May I come in?

Hi, sweetheart.

Weren't you supposed to stay at home and watch your father?

He kicked us out of the house. Can you believe it?

Like that.

Knowing the guy,

yes, I can believe it.

Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?

He was very upset about losing the hardware store.

He's not well at all.

He stayed unconscious for two days. He's very weak.

Well…

Don't worry, my love, he's gonna be fine.

You'll see.

And if he's feeling a bit weak, that's not a bad thing.

Maybe because of that he'll be forced to calm down a little.

I hope so.

-Yes? -Inspector.

A man with a gun is threatening to shoot people

and locked himself inside a hardware store.

You gotta be kidding.

"Calm down a little"?

Notify all units not to do anything until we get there.

Let's go.

I get two gangs to sign a peace treaty

and ten minutes later we find another grilled sausage.

Thanks, Jumilla.

Thank you.

Good morning, partner.

Hello.

Ezequiel.

The hat.

That son of a bitch killed Sunday Boy.

This is the police!

Come out with your hands up and drop your weapon!

By refusing to comply, you're only making it worse.

What's happening now?

There's some crazy guy in there with a gun

threatening to shoot people.

Forty years it was owned by Tirso without a problem.

These thugs arrive, it's a mess.

Hey, how's Tirso doing?

Fast. He… He's very fast.

So fast he got away from me.

What do you mean, he got away from you?

-Where in the hell would he go? -Pfft.

Get out of here.

Stay back, take cover.

Right away, officer.

But that man hiding in there with the gun,

is he a kinda tall, older, with gray hair?

Why don't you go arrest actual fucking criminals

instead of standing here like a bunch of idiots?

No, no, no, man. Don't do that.

This store is mine, so leave me alone!

Tirso! Come out of there now.

These officers have better things to do than this.

I'm not coming out!

And if anyone gets closer, I'll blast a hole in them.

He's just joking. It's a prank, a prank.

That's not who he is.

What are those two doing there?

-Get the fuck out of here! -Okay, okay, okay.

No one on the perimeter, please!

Get those people out!

Jesus.

Careful, take cover. Watch out.

-Stay there, Jimena. -Be careful.

What's the situation?

We're securing the area and we're bringing in a negotiator.

-The… The suspect is… -Yes,

I know. My father-in-law.

Call off the negotiator. I'll talk to him.

-But he threatened to shoot us. -Relax, I know what I'm doing.

Attention, everyone!

Tirso! Come on out.

Stop making a scene and come out,

End this before things get out of hand.

You dumb asshole!

Papa! You just shot at my wife!

I just shot up in the air.

I told you not to get any closer.

What do we do, chief?

-Call that negotiator! -Okay.

Goddamn.

There's a saying among cops,

"Those who patrol together, return together."

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

If I hadn't convinced him to talk to us,

he'd be alive.

Are you really so sure about that?

Yeah.

That's not how it works, Camila.

If anything, the fault is mine.

I was in charge of him until he got back to his sister's house alive.

And I failed, I screwed up,

and that's the reason why they killed him that night,

the reason why he's dead.

And do you see me crying over that?

No.

Do you know why you'll never see me crying over something like that?

Because you're a cold son of a bitch who can't feel emotions?

In our line of work, Camila, you fail, yes.

And because of your failures

someone ends up dead.

Always happens.

And when you come home,

after failing,

because you will fail,

and someone's dead,

you'll have to stay detached and objective enough to remember

that you're not the bad guy, the bad guy is the criminal, always.

Don't forget it.

You need to learn that real fast on this job

or you'll ruin your life.

Taking pills to be able to sleep at night,

and even more pills to be able to live your life.

Okay?

Mm.

I called the coroner to see if he had an update to give us.

He confirmed that the victim was Sunday Boy.

He died the same day he disappeared.

But he's found no clues about our killer.

No… Nothing at all.

Let's think.

Sunday Boy wasn't part of a gang, so why kill him, then?

-Because he was a witness. -No. No.

Not just a witness,

he was the one and only witness that we had,

and the only ones who knew were us three.

Baby blue, the inspector, and Ezeqs.

And by coincidence, this police station is full of cops.

Are you saying the killer is a police officer?

No, I wouldn't dare say something like that,

but what I can confirm

is that in this police station

there's someone who is passing information to the killer.

And I've got to tell the inspector right now.

Listen to me and listen to me carefully, we are going to catch that motherfucker

because it's our job and because it's the best way to honor Sunday Boy.

You have to use the rage that's consuming you right now

to work harder and smarter.

You cry for love, like everyone,

but for this job, no, do not cry.

Don't get consumed with it or it'll consume your life in return.

Ezequiel…

Talk to me.

Thank you.

And?

The area's secured and the negotiator's en route.

Okay.

What's wrong with him?

Relax, honey. Everything's gonna be all right. Okay?

What's going on?

Uh…

You tell her, Sanchís, you've got more tact.

Uh, se… seriously, man?

I'd take mu… much longer to say it.

Can one of you please tell me what the fuck is going on?

Well…

It's Tirso.

They took his store so he barricaded himself inside.

With a gun.

And he shot at Amanda.

Excuse me?

Bu… Bu… But he didn't hit her

-Okay? -I won't allow it, Tirso Abantos.

Gladys, where you going? He… He… He might try to shoot you.

In his dreams!

What's that woman doing? Ma'am! Get out of there!

Gladys, Gladys, stop! My father's gone totally crazy!

Tirso!

Don't shoot!

-Gladys, what the fuck are you doing here? -Let me in.

Go away! Stay out of this!

Open that door or I swear I'll kick it down!

But… But… What was, uh…

Are you sure about this?

Take it easy. I know what I'm doing.

He's got a hostage.

At least I hope so.

What the hell are you doing? Have you gone nuts?

Defending what's mine.

With a fucking gun?

Somehow that's supposed to solve things?

Right now I'm inside and those assholes are outside.

I'd say I'm winning.

But in the end, you're gonna lose, you idiot.

Don't you understand that the only way out of here

is in handcuffs or full of holes?

I don't care about that.

You know, I followed all the rules. I did everything the correct way.

These guys didn't and get away with it.

They conned my son,

they ruined us,

they even tried to kill me!

And the law decides to stand behind them?

Guess what, now I'll be the one going against the law instead!

And if I get arrested or I'm full of holes, it's my choice to make!

Why'd you do that?

Nelson is in prison, Tirso.

What?

He was arrested three days ago

for assaulting a policeman.

Why didn't you tell me about this?

Because you were recovering and I didn't want to interfere with that.

Look around you, Tirso.

Your great-grandson just lost his mother.

And now his father's incarcerated.

The foundation closed.

The bar is nothing but a money pit.

And your son, Santi?

He's not well, Tirso.

What are you saying to me?

Tirso, your son is a gambler.

My son is not a gambler.

He messed up only once.

He won't do it again.

Your son has an addiction.

He steals our change at the bar.

The other day he used Jimena's credit card,

so he could play poker online.

Where do you think he is now?

Why is he always disappearing?

Enough of this, Tirso.

Santi is sick.

We don't need any more problems.

Put down your weapons.

He'll surrender voluntarily.

I told you I knew what I was doing.

Put down your weapons!

Hey, put your weapon down! Didn't you hear the inspector?

It's fine.

Take it easy.

I wasn't going to shoot anyone.

Come on, let's go!

Grab the gun!

Come here. Hands!

Papa, have you lost it?

What do you think?

I don't know…

I'm here to see Ezequiel.

The hell's she doing here?

Mulan!

My partner's asking me what the fuck you're doing here.

I don't know the answer.

I got it, Jumilla. All good, thanks.

Wait. I thought this was a police station?

Yes, yes, yes.

-I've come to file an official complaint. -Aw, that's terrible.

Don't tell me they stole the cellophane you use to wrap your kilos of hashish.

My complaint is against Quini.

-Quini, Quini, Quini, Quini, Quini… -Mm-hmm.

Yes, I know the reason he wanted to make peace, that motherfucker.

He can let go of old grudges?

No, he's involved in a much bigger deal and wants no trouble in the neighborhood.

"No trouble in the neighborhood,"

is the exact tattoo half the cops in here want to have done on their asses.

Well, how nice for them all.

That robbery over the weekend, the jewelry store downtown?

Almost a million euros in luxury watches?

It was those guys. And they hid them in our hood.

Yeah, maybe those guys are our ram-raiders.

But I don't know why you're telling me this.

Because you're with the fucking police so your job is to do something about that.

If I go after Quini

I put peace at risk.

But something tells me you're not interested in peace being at risk.

Listen, I don't give a fuck what you think.

But we can't let him do whatever the hell he wants and do fuck-all.

This station has other priorities.

First, make sure that nobody dies,

and then we can look for your watches.

Well, then you can piss off and die, godfather.

Tirso, why did you lock yourself inside your own hardware store?

I've been hearing people say that you're climbing up the ranks.

The ranks of the neighborhood's dumbest guys.

As long as you're here,

I'll always come in second.

Hey!

-You and I need to talk. We need-- -Sorry, Ezequiel.

I just locked my father-in-law in a cell and my wife is hysterical.

In a few hours I'm sending him to the judge,

I urgently need a good reason not to prosecute him.

Can we talk some time later?

The killer…

-The grilled sausage aficionado… -What?

He could be a policemen working in this station.

Why didn't I listen to my mother and work at the post office?

Jesus, you're right.

Only someone from this police station

would have known Sunday Boy was an eyewitness.

A hundred percent. I've been going over it.

We got a fucking cop in this station

who's eavesdropping and informing the killer.

Or maybe he didn't have to eavesdrop.

Maybe I'm the one who told him by accident.

Tell me. You don't tell me anything.

I discussed it with René.

René the Rat, I told you. I told you, René the Rat would rat us out.

Ezequiel, we shouldn't judge prematurely, okay? We don't have evidence.

It all checks out. René the Rat arrives in this neighborhood,

in this police station, aspiring to eradicate crime.

And then two criminals turn up dead, right?

Right? From rival gangs, am I right?

You know, that might not be a very bad strategy.

Those are just your theories.

Shall I keep on theorizing?

He has access to information in this police station.

He has a motive, a motivation, he came here to put an end to crime.

I wanna look into this guy.

All right, look into him.

But use discretion.

You know discretion is my middle name.

Your first name's disaster.

Inspector, you and I, we have an encyclopedic knowledge of disaster.

Everything I know about disaster,

everything I learned was from watching you.

We've got a suspect.

Who?

-René. -René?

The inspector had told him about Sunday Boy.

Do you think this pen, if I press the two colors,

can I mix both of the colors?

Are you serious?

Let's be extremely discrete about this, okay?

What should we do?

We have no evidence.

We have no evidence.

So we'll have to follow him very, very closely.

See what trash can the rat hangs out in.

One soda.

One draft beer.

And two arepa's to-go, right?

Gladys, time to open up the kitchen. Two arepas for table five.

What's the matter?

Tell me that Tirso isn't going to end up in jail.

Absolutely not.

What for?

Forcing his way into a place that's no longer his?

Making threats with a gun? Firing a shot or two in the air? Bah.

That's nothing.

Hello.

Hello.

Wait a minute.

Don't I know you?

You were the one out there the other day spying on this place.

What are you doing here?

I told you to leave us alone.

You know this guy?

I need to talk to you right now.

It's about Nelson.

Pepe.

I think Víctor would like to go outside for a stroll around the neighborhood.

How do women know what a baby wants?

As far as I can tell, Víctor doesn't talk.

Fine, I'll go.

I came to tell you that you were right.

In which of my insults?

All of them?

It's the money to hire an attorney for Nelson.

Tell him it's yours, or tell him you borrowed it,

or you won the lottery.

Frankly, I don't care.

What are you talking about?

Nelson will never find out that I paid for that attorney.

I don't want to take any kind of credit.

I just want to get him out of there.

Take it, for Nelson.

No!

You'll take me for a ride.

It'll blow up in my face eventually.

I cannot be in debt to you.

God put me right here, right now, because I have the ability to assist you.

What the hell is this nonsense?

So what, God wanted my son to be in jail?

And for René to be his savior?

You're still the same self-centered prick.

Get out of here, René.

Get out!

If you change your mind,

here's my card. Give me a call.

Well, well!

Who's this star who just fell from the sky?

What brings you here?

You, Gladys, a little birdie told me about the troubles…

Mwah!

…that idiot Tirso started at his hardware store and I said,

"I'll go see my pretty little thing,

find out if she finally realized she's chosen the wrong man, poor girl."

Oh, Ezequiel!

Dreaming costs nothing.

How about a little rum?

-Sure. -No lemon or anything else.

Hey, as I came in here,

I saw you talking to a guy who happens to work in our police station,

someone we call René the Rat. Tell me, how do you know René the Rat?

René is Nelson's father.

He's my ex.

Come on!

You see, I don't have much luck when it comes to men.

Why'd you use the word "luck"?

One went gun crazy and what about the other one?

Why use the word luck? What happened?

Does he have some sort of skeleton hidden in his closet?

If only it was just in the closet.

Come on, why the long face? Talk to me, talk to me.

You don't tell me anything.

Pour yourself a drink and tell me his story,

it's just me and you.

Tirso Abantos. Come with me.

Sit down.

Tirso, what happened this morning,

it was probably the stupidest thing you've ever done in your life.

And knowing you, that is saying a lot.

You've been so stupid

there's only one possible explanation.

That you weren't of sound mind.

Jimena got an evaluation from the neurologist who treated you.

What occurred was a result of the trauma.

And that's what we argued in court.

You were discharged too soon,

you lost your faculties.

Amanda spent an hour on the phone

trying to convince the judge that you aren't dangerous.

So for the time being, you're off the hook.

On one condition.

Papa, you need to commit to go to the hospital and talk to the doctor.

And, if necessary,

stay there to be treated.

I understand.

I'll do whatever it is you say.

Come on, Gladys, get the broom.

All of that work, for what?

What is it now?

What's going on? Is it Tirso?

Yes, Tirso.

And Nelson.

There's a lawyer who can get him out of prison.

But I'm totally broke, Pepe.

I've got no money, all I have are debts and fines.

What are they supplying?

Beer kegs or crude oil barrels?

Look at these prices!

-This is the price the man gave me. -Of course, that's what they tell you.

But then you have to negotiate a discount on the invoice.

Or a rebate.

I really don't feel like debating right now.

A rebate is an advance discount on your projected consumption.

You're just making up words to make fun of me, is that right?

Phew. And this?

"Fine for out of date fire extinguishers."

How would I know that a fire extinguisher expired?

Some of your food expired every day, yet no one fined you.

"Fine for not having insurance coverage."

People think that opening a bar is very easy.

Look what happens.

Hmm?

And you called me lazy, remember?

Well, maybe now you realize my job wasn't that easy after all.

Let me tell you, though. This bar, well managed…

Oh! Some would give anything for that.

Jimena, how did it go?

Oh, thank you, Lord. Thank you!

Okay, I'm on my way.

It looks like Tirso's been released. I'm off.

How is he?

I don't know, he's, uh… he's not good.

-Is Víctor sleeping? -Yes. Yes, yes.

Why don't you give me the keys, I'll watch him?

Okay.

-Will you stay here? -Of course.

-Thank you. -It's nothing.

Oh, my love.

I'm so glad you're back.

You scared me to death,

How are you?

Gladys, what I did this morning,

acting like some sort of hot-head.

It was stupid.

We all make mistakes okay?

You had just left the hospital, it wasn't your finest moment.

I used to think that everything had a solution.

That I would always have enough bravery to find a solution.

But that's no longer the case.

I wasn't able to save Irene.

My granddaughter passed away in my arms.

And I couldn't do anything to prevent it.

No one can avoid the unavoidable, my love.

Not you or anyone.

If I can't defend what I love the most in life…

what kind of soldier am I?

You can't be serious, Tirso.

What's happening is

you're in a lot of pain. You're exhausted.

That's why everything seems dark, but it's not.

Since the day I lost Irene…

everything is dark.

And I am very old.

And tired.

And it's hard for me to accept

that, unfortunately, I can't win every war.

Close the door.

What is it?

Inspector,

I'm afraid we're screwed. Yes, we are very screwed.

Let's see if you can guess who I'm talking about.

He's a…

an ex-officer with the guerrillas that terrorized Colombia, the FARC.

René?

Damn, this is crazy.

How did you find out?

You know what pisses me off the most?

What pisses me off the most is that that man is Nelson's dad.

Excuse me?

He's Sunday Boy's killer.

Should I bring him in for questioning?

Hold on a minute.

Let's wait until tomorrow morning.

Since he won't expect it, maybe he'll feel less threatened.

He'll be more likely to make a mistake.

Yeah.

And no mistakes on our end, okay?

He's a professional, he's a killer, he doesn't leave loose ends.

So be extremely careful with René, okay?

Okay.

Be careful with René.

Santi?

Is that you?

Turn around, Grandpa. And don't scream. Hmm?

What the hell are you doing here?

I just wanna talk to you, I don't wanna hurt you.

And that's why you break into my house at night

holding a pistol?

Ever heard of a thing called a coffee shop?

Yeah, I have.

But given the nature of the job I've come to offer you,

it's better not to be seen together.

Sorry, but I don't do business with criminals.

It only leads to problems.

Shame. Did you ever teach that rule to your son?

Because I heard that he got in a bit of a pickle with Quini and his guys.

This doesn't concern you.

And you've lost the hardware store.

It doesn't concern me, but…

what if I told you how to screw Quini

and get back your hardware store, hmm?

I've already tried to get my store back and it didn't go too well.

Because you haven't made him a good offer.

I refuse to pay for what's mine.

That's fine.

But what if you paid him with his own dough? Huh?

And how would I do that?

Quini and his gang did the robbery of their fucking life in a jewelry store.

Some nice watches.

What's that got to do with me?

I know where they're hiding the watches in the neighborhood.

I provide the information,

you take care of business,

and we share all the profits.

What you're proposing is suicide.

-Otherwise, you would just do it yourself. -Oh, I'd love to do it myself.

But Quini and I have agreed to a little truce.

And I can't fuck it up.

So, you're saying you want to use me

in order to screw a rival gang?

In a nutshell, yeah.

It's a shitload of money.

It would solve a lot of your problems.

No.

I don't engage in pacts with the damn devil.

The door's right over there.

Get out.

No…

FOR SALE

-Hello, René. -Hello.

We have a few questions for you.

Sure, go ahead.

Not here.

We have a leak coming from this station.

And we have to question everyone.

Routine. You know, protocol.

And how many people have you questioned so far in your protocol?

In our protocol, you are the first one.

Can you tell us where you were on Saturday night?

Do you suspect me of something?

-No. -Not at the moment, no.

Let's see, Saturday night, um…

Isn't that when someone killed that Sunday guy,

that Sunday Boy?

You don't think I had anything to do with that, do you?

What matters here is what you think.

Did you have anything to do with it?

-Last Saturday night? -Mm-hmm.

I was with a few prostitutes in the industrial area.

On Saturday night, we usually visit some prostitutes,

give 'em a little clothing, some food, and blankets.

We are against prostitution, but since it already exists,

we've got to help those poor girls, right?

When you say "we," who are you referring to?

Our congregation.

I am…

a minister.

Of course. Because we all need a minister to guide us.

CHURCH OF GOD'S NEW ROAD

There was a group of about ten of us,

plus the prostitutes.

If you'd like, I can get you some of their phone numbers.

Yes, we'd like that.

Also, if you want,

you can give me the dates when those gang members were killed.

I'll check them against my calendar.

Most of the time when I'm not working here,

I'm with the congregation, so I was probably with them those nights.

I don't think that's necessary.

Well, if you don't need anything else from me,

I will leave the two of you to continue the rest of your protocol.

We were wrong, Ezequiel, this guy has an alibi.

We have to find who's responsible for the leak since it's not him.

Amanda, he's a professional, probably highly trained.

There is something that he is hiding.

Enough, Ezequiel!

I understand that you don't like René, but that doesn't make him a killer.

There's something.

What happened in there?

He's got an alibi that's watertight

and we were told to stop investigating him.

René's the only one who knew about Sunday Boy, though.

You said he had access, a motive, and wasn't to be trusted, yes or no?

Yes, I did, but maybe, I don't know, my nose got that wrong.

Why are you laughing?

You're an imbecile.

You kidding me?

Ugh.

Good morning.

Are you feeling any better today, Papa?

Santi, we need to talk.

Sure.

What's wrong?

Where were you yesterday?

Papa, you know I get cabin fever in this house.

Lately, I've started walking.

Until two o'clock in the morning?

I ran into some friends.

I know that you still gamble.

And that you've been stealing change from the bar

and spending it at those gambling joints.

And that you've been

using your sister's credit card.

Santi, you've got a problem.

I'm sorry, Papa.

I'm sorry.

I can't stop, Papa, I don't know what's wrong.

It's called an addiction, son.

And the first step is to acknowledge it.

The second step is to get someone to help you.

I don't know how to.

I don't have any experience at it.

But Sanchís told us about a support group

that's for people with the same problems as you.

With addictions.

They're with a church.

You know those are not my favorite people,

but it doesn't hurt to try.

I've already talked to them.

They're coming to meet with you right now.

Right now?

Okay, Papa.

Anything you say.

Go get dressed,

they'll be here any minute.

They're here.

I'll get it.

Hello. Come in.

Good morning.

You?

What are you doing here?

You know each other?

My name's René Gutiérrez,

I'm an evangelical minister with God's New Road.

I'm here because you asked for my help.

Am I mistaken?

What the hell is this, some kind of pathetic joke?

You're supposed to be the one who'll help my son?

No.

God will be the one helping your son.

We are merely a vessel

to fulfill his will.

If you don't get outta this house,

I'll break that vessel into pieces with my own bare hands.

Papa…

Get out of here, you con artists!

-Go find yourself another mark! -Papa, what is going on?

Don't worry, we're leaving.

Excuse me.

Let's go.

Forgive me, I don't know what happened.

-The balls on the son of a bitch. -Nothing to forgive.

If you change your mind, the door is always open for you.

Thank you. I'm sorry.

Papa, what's wrong with you? Exactly what the hell was that all about?

That asshole is Gladys' ex.

He's Nelson's father!

I didn't know Nelson had a father.

Could you please let your brother know

that babies aren't actually delivered by a stork?

Papa, I understand you don't like that he's Gladys' ex,

but these folks just want to help us.

To help Santi.

They ask for nothing in return.

We don't need any of their fucking help.

We can always look for help somewhere else.

In a clinic or what not.

How are we supposed to pay for that?

With what money?

Our family's ruined, Papa!

Papa, a lot of things have happened recently.

I think you haven't digested them all, yet.

The foundation closed.

The hardware store is now owned by other people.

Neither of us have jobs, and your savings

went up in smoke.

If we want Santi to get better,

then we have to accept their help.

And if we're going to find a solution for a better future,

we'll need every little bit of help we can get, Papa.

Do you get it, or do you not get it?

Don't worry about it.

I'll figure something out.

I've got to go now.

Where are you going?

I've got to see my doctor.

Ezequiel, I screwed up.

-Do you know the zip code is for… -I really screwed up.

You're talking to the king of screw-ups. Tell me.

Promise me you won't freak out.

I swear to God, may I drop dead right here and right now.

I broke into René's car and proceeded to search it entirely.

And while the two of us are having this conversation,

we both know that you did it without a search warrant, right?

I was desperate, I was looking for something to frame the guy

and now I'm in a lot of shit.

No, it doesn't necessarily mean you're in a lot of shit.

Let's go wipe your fingerprints off that car.

-And please next time be-- -The problem isn't wiping it.

And what is the problem?

The problem is I've conducted an illegal search

and found evidence.

What's going on with the "for sale" sign out there?

I need to raise money to get Nelson out of jail.

And for that you'd sell the bar?

Take out a loan.

-You'll pay it back. -With this bar?

Pfft. It's in financial ruin.

I owe more than I earn.

That's impossible,

the bar's always crowded.

Well, I'm not that good of a businesswoman, Tirso.

There you have it.

Guess the only thing that I'm good for is cleaning stairs.

Don't say that.

This is just a rough patch.

You can't throw in the towel yet, Gladys.

This bar, it's your dream.

Yeah.

You said it yourself.

You have to accept that you can't win every war.

Holy shit.

Photocopied police records of the two murdered gang members

and Sunday Boy.

He took them out of the police station to know who they were, where they were,

and he murdered them.

René is our killer.

NEUROLOGY

Come on in.

Come in?

Mr. Abantos, yes. Please.

Just have a seat.

Tell me what I have to do or what I have to take

and let's get this over with.

It hasn't been a great day.

Well, sir, I'm sorry, but I don't have good news either.

Regarding what?

When we ran your brain scans,

we detected a mass in the occipital lobe.

-A mass? -Mm-hmm.

-From the accident? -No.

No, it must have been there for some time now.

It's possible you may have already noticed symptoms?

Exhaustion, headaches,

depressive feelings.

Hallucinations, even.

But is it… serious?

I'm afraid it is, yes.

So I'm dying?

Well, it's too early to tell right now.

-Not until we have more-- -Am I dying, yes or no?

We have to proceed methodically, step by step.

However, the most important thing is for you to be operated on right away.

I… I can't now.

No, no, now's no good.

-My family… -Mr. Abantos, I understand perfectly well.

But we have to take care of it now.

We need to schedule emergency surgery right away.

You'll have to undergo a preoperative procedure,

so I'll have a nurse contact you with instructions.

I don't want to lie to you, the operation is not without risk.

These can include infection, bleeding, seizures,

and damage to surrounding tissue.

Also, the surgery is quite invasive.

You'll need some time to recover in the hospital.

And you'll need close supervision when you return home as well,

so I'll send instructions to any family acting as caretakers during the recovery.

QUINI SPARE PARTS

All right.

Let's do this.

Alicia!

I'm staying in a nursing home.

I have to rent the apartment.

I'm here for you

in case you need help to look for an apartment.

What are you gonna do? Let the poor girl sleep in the street?

I don't want any trouble.

I want to buy back my hardware store.

Three hundred thousand.

I won't let you go alone. These people are dangerous.

I can't have a baby crying here, Jimena! It's unprofessional!

-I gotta go, they need me. -Jimena. Jimena!

Who are you? What do you want?

I was just talking to a friend who's a hacker

and he can get me a Trojan horse that we can install in René's cell phone.

This is a woman that René has been following.

-A potential victim, or… -Yes, his… his ex-wife.

Climb in.

How does your boyfriend handle that lovely personality of yours?

I don't have one.

I don't wanna leave my family with nothing,

they need to be taken care of.

The watches that were stolen from the jewelry story are worth a fortune.

Police! Hands where I can see them!

No fucking way.

Open up.

I'm gonna shoot you in the fucking head! Stop!