All language subtitles for Wrong.Side.of.the.Tracks.S04E04.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH

You okay?

I'm better than ever.

What's the plan?

The watches they stole
from the jewelry store

are worth a goddamn fortune.

And they're all stored in their garage.

The hard part is getting in,

because they've got men at the door 24/7.

-Cousin.
-No, he's not here, he didn't come.

-No other way in?
-What're you talking about?

No.

No, you're gonna have
to fend for yourself.

Open the gate. Come on.

Let's see if they fucking come for once.

Once inside, look for the room
where they store all the paint cans.

They keep watches
worth 30,000 euros in paint cans?

One of my guys
used to work for Quini,

he said they keep the loot
from the ram-raids in there.

In a black drum.

PAINT WASTE

Hey. Shh!

Is that the fucking rats again?

You put the poison out, didn't you?

Motherfucker.

Once I get the watches,

how do I get out?

The same way you came in.

And you'd better.

Because that place
is nothing but a mousetrap.

I'm beginning to understand why you
didn't want to take this job on yourself.

That's my damn car, bro.

Open it.

Come on, open the door.

Open it!

Stop!

Charly, stay outside.

Don't move!

You fucking touching my car?

What the fuck?

What the…

Shit, the car
couldn't have started by itself.

There has to be someone here.
Charly! Nobody gets out. Charly!

Char--

Oh, shit!

Where are you, you fucking rat?

Come out, I'm going to
blow your fucking head off!

Baby blue, stop. Stop, stop.

Stop.

We have to eat.

We have to eat
to be able to think, so stop it.

To think about what?

It's him, René's the killer.

I just don't believe it.
The man has an alibi and it's very strong.

It's been proven, okay.
He has a proven alibi, Camila.

Well, then it has to be a false one.

Once again, I'm going to explain.

It's one thing to convince your mother,

just for example,

that the two of you were sniffing
some lines of cocaine in the bathroom

while you were committing a crime.

It's something else,
completely different, yes,

to have the testimony
of 20 fucking people. Twenty people.

He is not the murderer.

Then will you explain to me how his trunk

happened to have
police records of the victims? Tell me.

Didn't the academy
explain the difference between

intellectual perpetrator
and material perpetrator?

Are you saying that René
marks his victims for someone else?

I don't know, it's a possibility.

Not any firm conclusion,
just a possibility.

Then we have to go tell Amanda.

You for real?

No, we can't tell
anything to the inspector

because you went
into the trunk without a warrant.

And that evidence
isn't worth shit to a judge.

So if you tell the inspector anything,

she'll rip your head
right off your pretty little neck.

We have to do something.

Come on, Sunday Boy's dead because of him.

Yes, we do.

Yes, we do, Camila.

We have to do something.

Come on, now,
let's just eat this pizza, us two,

while we think about it. Come on.

Barbacoa?

Ezequiel, I'm vegan,
I told you a million times.

Well, then you can just
eat the fucking crust.

Now come eat.

WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS

Go on, go on, go on.

Look at you, my little friend Morón.

The ram-raider who will
shoot your head off, my man, Morón.

First, he will smash your car
right through a shop window.

Then he'll sell you the leftovers.
The fucking economy of circles.

Wonderful, Morón,
that's the capitalist spirit.

Coming!

Alicia!

Look at this. I'm so happy to see you!

I didn't know you had gotten discharged.

But why didn't you tell me?
I would have come for you.

Go on, son.

Move the car so we don't get a ticket.

I'll let you know when I'm done, okay?

When you're done with what?

What's going on?

I need to speak with you.

What's happening?

It's just…

I'm going to a nursing home.

What are you saying, a nursing home?

You were already in one
and it didn't go so well.

Yeah, but there I'll have better care and…

I won't be a burden to anyone.

Aw.

Alicia, please forgive me.

Everything that's happened
is on me because I shouldn't have

left you to handle Víctor alone.

I failed you.

Oh.

No, no, sweetheart.

Oh no, you're not
to blame for any of this.

I promise that I'll
visit you every single day.

I'd like that very much.

This place,

it's not like the other
nursing homes, really.

-You'll see.
-Oh, that's great.

-So wonderful.
-Ah. Yes.

The only problem is,

to pay for all of that
and to help all of my children.

Well,

I'm afraid I'll need
to rent the apartment, Gladys.

I see.

Of course, it makes sense.

Don't worry about it.

-You sure?
-Yes, of course.

Besides, the bar is doing great now.

I'm a real business lady now.

-Oh, really? Yes?
-Yes.

Oh, I'm so happy.

You have struggled so long.

Hey.

Can you help me pack up?

Yes! Yes, of course.

Hang up the phone.

Come on, hang up the phone. Come on!

-I'll call you back, okay?
-Hang it up!

Come here.

That was important, you know?

Who the hell said it
wasn't important? Come on.

I think I came up with the coolest plan

for catching that rat René,
by extension, his pal the executioner.

So have I.

I was on the phone,
before you interrupted my conversation,

with a friend who's a hacker.

He's going to get me
a Trojan horse we can put on René's cell.

We can access his whereabouts,
his conversations, all of it.

-Oh, a hacker.
-Mm-hmm.

A hacker-mate, no?

What if we play
our game of chess in a different way.

What do all the victims have in common?

-They're gang members.
-Yeah, but not just any gang members,

isn't that right?

They're the bosses' number twos,
the second-in-commands.

The queens on the chessboard.

And just by chance,
Morón is Quini's new right-hand man.

And he's been setting up
a hell of an establishment

in Tirso's hardware store.

Do I have all of that correct?

Yes, it's correct. Are you done talking?

No.

My idea would be,
to convince René, to throw him some bait,

that Morón is a very important guy
within the organization.

And also that he's totally exposed
at the hardware store.

He's Morón the imbecile.

And once he takes the bait,

you and I simply have to sit back and wait

for the arrival of the executioner.

We make our bust,

and by extension,

we also bust René.

-What if we can do both?
-Huh?

We just lure him in with Morón

and hack his mobile phone
to keep an eye on him.

Hacking and surveillance.

-Not too bad.
-Mm.

We make a great team.

You and I come from
different centuries, but…

…dream partners!

FOR SALE

Pepe! Where have you been?

At the hospital.

Sanchís' mother was just admitted

and I decided
I wanted to be with my buddy.

You're welcome to kick me out.

Pepe, what… what is this about?

Well, I really don't feel
like working much today.

I've got a pain in my back.
I'm gonna take off.

Leave and I promise you'll feel even worse
when I'm done slapping you over the head.

Hey, what the hell is your problem anyway?

What's my problem?

You have the guts to put a goddamn
"for sale" sign out there in the front

and you ask me what my problem is?

What's your problem?

Pepe, I need the money, dammit.

Yeah. Everyone needs money.

Being an entrepreneur isn't easy, I know.

It took half my life
to set up this bar and make it work.

I left it in your hands, Gladys.

In your hands.

And now you do this?

And why? So it can become a kebab joint?

Well, either a kebab joint
or a place that sells phone batteries.

Whichever, it's no reason
to be this upset, Gladys.

Nelson's in jail again.

And if I don't pay the lawyer,
he won't get out.

And Alicia's putting
her apartment for rent.

That old woman's a witch.

I have nowhere to go.

And on top of that,

I get ripped off by the beer guy
and fined by the bureau…

I just don't know how to run a bar, Pepe.
I don't know how to run a bar.

All right, all right.

Do you really want to overhaul this place?

Let me speak with some suppliers.

And maybe bring
some order to the paperwork.

This place will do better than
Albecete de Benito Floro, all right?

Come again?

It will be a big hit.

Thanks, Pepe.

You got it.

Okay…

What?

What is happening down there?

Hey, you and me are just friends!

Bottle opener.

Oh, you scared me.

Well, yeah, you have
sent me the reinforcements

but they're mostly cadets,
they're inexperienced.

Am I bothering you, René?

Ezequiel! We're actually
in a meeting right now.

Well, we've located Morón,

who is the right-hand man
for the great and powerful Quini.

-Murdered?
-No, alive, alive, alive.

I have to go.

All right, what's the news?

The news is that
we've located his hideout,

but the bad news for you is that
he's settling into Tirso's hardware store.

He spends the night there, alone.

It's weird as fuck.

We still don't know the details

or the size of the set-up
he's putting together,

but it's going to be important.

You want me to follow this
or stick with the other thing?

Yes, investigate it, yes.

One more thing,
you have to sign this custody agreement.

Sign right there, yep, that's right.

I'll leave you to your business.

-Ezequiel!
-Yes.

Next time, don't forget to knock.

Beg your pardon, pal.

-Can I steal your chair for a minute?
-Of course.

So how did it go? He fall for it?

He may be a FARC guerrilla from Colombia,

but I think he swallowed
the Morón worm, yeah.

Great, I'm going to hack his phone now.

Right here?

Yes, right here.

Oh shit, okay.

-Here you go.
-What the hell are you doing?

What are you, an idiot?
What'd you steal his phone for?

For you to slip
the suppository tracker thing in there.

My God. Guess you are an idiot.

You didn't have to
steal his phone, Ezequiel.

You hack it by emailing
an infected message.

Your goddamn generation
hates touching anything,

so how on earth
do you plan on reproducing?

Okay. Sent.

Open it.

Do you know how,
or should I ask my grandmother to help?

It depends on how hot your grandmother is.

Because my generation, we love touching.

Perfect, now you delete it.

Done.

Okay.

We have him.

Okay. Great.

Tracker's on.

Get down to the hardware store,
I'll return this piece of shit.

-All right?
-Yes, go do that.

Well, lookie here, asshole.
You're a pig not a rat.

So you're going to be okay
with living in a nursing facility?

-Because I know you.
-Yes, yes, yes.

I realize I didn't like the other one,
but this one is so much better.

And besides, my children
need the money from the rent. Mmm.

The question is, do they deserve it?

None of them are going
to visit you there at the facility,

you know it's true.

There are moments in life
when you know you're nearing the end.

Oh. Don't say that.

Yes, yes. Yes, I say it, Tirso,
because it's the truth.

In the hospital,

you begin to see things clearly
and you have so much time to reflect.

Look. I had an idea in there.

I made a list
of all the people that I love.

And I wrote down

whatever they might need
in order to find some happiness.

And if I could do anything
to help them out as long as I'm here.

And…

Gladys is on that list.

It's just that I know
I've done a terrible thing

by kicking her out of here.

But Gladys, she has something
that's worth so much more

than this crappy old house.

And that's you, Tirso.

-Who, me?
-Mm-hmm

You'll take care of her

like you take care of everyone.

And you'll make her happy.

Are you so sure about that?

You never fail those around you, Tirso,

you simply can't do it.

People are very fortunate
to be around you, you know.

I don't know what any of them
would do without you.

I think about that as well.

All the time.

She needs…

to stop

loving me.

He needs help to quit gambling.

Blessings.

But what are you doing here again?

Your father invited us to return.

You need some help, Santi.

And they might be able to provide it.

Why don't you come with us?

Just come see the church.

And meet some of the congregation there.

Right now?

We'll talk on the way,
get to know each other.

All right.

See you later, Papa.

Did you forget that you owe
me something, old man? Huh?

Let go of me.

Not happening until
you give me my fucking watches.

There weren't any
damn watches in the garage.

Bullshit!

How do I know you aren't
messing with me and you've got them here?

Because if I was messing with you,

I'd pull the trigger
and splatter your guts

all over my bedroom floor.

Well, leave it to the old timer.

So they weren't in the garage?

Well, then we're totally screwed.

They must be somewhere else.

Are there any other places
they might stash the watches?

Quini owns so much
property in the neighborhood.

Dumbass people like your son
borrow cash from him

and he takes their houses.
So I don't know.

What houses? Where are they?

What? You think I'm a fucking realtor?

I have no fucking idea.
I know of two or three, that's about it.

Well, I know someone who can help us.

How cool.

And now, won't you
please return my weapon?

Oh…

What the hell was that for?

I told you,
no more sneaking into my house.

The woman sees him and says,

"How could you think
of coming home with that pig?"

And he replies, "But it's a cat."

And she says, "Will you shut up,
I'm talking to the cat."

Gladys, two more beers.

And some arepas,
we're starting to get hungry.

Pepe, come here.

Be right back.

You listen to me.

When you're finished negotiating
the price of that beer,

just deduct the keg you drank
between the two of you.

Gladys…

working out a good deal with a supplier

means you have to take care of them.

Yes, of course.

And help yourself to my alcohol
and then touch your balls all day.

Hey, now, calm down, huh?

I'm the one who's sacrificing,
I'm doing you a favor.

Bring some chicken arepas.

And not too much spice
or we'll be drinking more beer.

Oh, God, grant me the patience.

Well, where were we?

Ezeqs, sweetheart.

Been a long time, huh?

I feel abandoned.

Take whatever you want,

but help yourself because I'm too busy.

No, I don't feel much
like drinking right now.

Oh, no?

Why come to a bar if not to drink?

Listen to me, Gladys.
What's going on with that bastard?

You know I don't like you saying
that kind of think about Tirso.

Gladys, the guy who got
you to pop out a duplicate.

The baby-dad of Nelson. That guy.

-Oh, René.
-Yeah.

No, man, no. He never comes in here.

I don't ever want to see that man again.

The problem is,
he really wants to see you.

-In fact, he wants to make photocopies.
-What are you talking about?

During the course of
a routine investigation,

we discovered he's been
following you, okay.

The guy has been watching you.

Oh, yes.

Yes, I know that.

The other day, Tirso saw him
in front of the hardware store,

sitting in his car, snooping on us.

But it's fine.

It's fine?

You know what they say about obsessives,
that they can also be compulsive.

They're just little sons of bitches.

If he comes around here again,
you call me immediately, all right?

Immediately!

All right. But don't worry
because I can take care of myself.

Well, what can I do? I'm a superhero.

Yes, I'm a superhero,
but I'm forced to dress like this.

I'm forced to dress like this

because tights give me an enormous bulge.

I couldn't serve in
the military due to this bulge.

What a special day,
Heidi's ringing up Grandpa.

Ezequiel, I'm in front
of the hardware store

and I'm seeing on my phone
that René is here.

Here?

Yes, I don't know.
I don't see him, but…

Would he come over here for Morón
alone in the middle of the day?

No, no way. That's impossible.

He'll be checking things out,
doing his homework.

I'm already here, just down the street.

I'm coming out. I'm on my way.

Where the fuck is he?

Okay, okay. He's on the street.

Oh shit, he's right next to you.

Well, then, where the hell is this guy?

I don't know, Ezequiel,
but he's close. Really close.

The goddamn phone
is putting him next to where you are.

Fuck. No way, no way, no way!

He's out there somewhere, Ezequiel?
You need to hide!

Fuck!

You know where he is?

No, do you?

I don't see him.

What are you doing?

What the fuck? Shit.

This imbecile.

You're going to lose your mind.

I forgot to return the stupid cell phone.

Are you really a moron?

I found some things on his phone
that made me nervous.

-I got a little distracted.
-And what were they?

Some photos of a woman
who René has been following.

-So, a possible victim, or…
-Yes, yes she's a possible victim.

She's also his ex-wife.

And…

she's a very good friend of mine. Um…

She's a very important part of my life.

And, I mean,
I got distracted by this shit.

-Distracted, you imbecile?
-There's still time…

to return the cell phone
without compromising things,

so take a deep breath, please.

Then what are you waiting for?
Come on, return the damn cell phone.

And while you're at it,

why not go have some drinks
with your little girlfriend? Huh?

Okay, I'm going! Jesus!

What a temper!

Hi, honey.

What a surprise!

-How are you?
-What are you doing here?

I wanted to talk.

Of course, come on in.

A kiss first.

My father's still hoping he can
get back the hardware store,

and he asked me
if I would help him with that.

The Abantos's strike again.

Don't make me arrest you.

No, we had better save those handcuffs
for the privacy of our own house.

Sweetheart, I'm working here.

Anyway, my father discovered
that Santi wasn't the first person

to get himself into
being conned out of his property.

-Mm-hmm.
-There are many victims of this same gang.

And I'm thinking we find them
and prove what they have in common

and possibly file a complaint jointly
for a stronger case.

-Make sense?
-Mmm.

Well, yeah, it's a good plan.

And the more claimants, the better.

But how are you going to find them?

My father asked me for a list
of local properties owned by,

I think his name might be Joaquín Sarabia?

Quini. Yeah.

We'll go one by one, asking
the neighbors about all the properties.

One sec.

Vicente. Talk to me.

Okay, now?

That's amazing, thanks.

Yes. On my way. Okay.

That's the contact I have
down at the real estate office, Vicente.

He can help me with this,
but it has to happen right now.

Oh, that's great, right?

Oh shit.
I don't have time to take him home.

Do you mind keeping him?

Here?

-Uh, Víctor? Here?
-Yes, honey. Thank you. You're the best.

Uh, no, no, no, no, Jimena.
I'm still working.

I promise it won't take too long.

A baby can't be here.
It's a police station.

-Jimena, you can't leave a baby. Jimena!
-I'll be half an hour.

And do you like it here?

No, am I right?

Well, you could have helped me by crying.

And how's Chari doing?

As beautiful as always?

And how's her gallbladder?

Uh-huh.

Thank goodness, thank goodness.

Pepe! Who the fuck are you talking to?

The bar is packed.

To my friend over at the town hall,
who can take all your fines away.

Well, Antonio,
I hope that we can catch up soon.

What, you're here in the neighborhood?

Well, I'll come over
and, uh, grab a drink.

Okay.

-Hey.
-Well, hello, you rascal.

Are you ready to take the big step?

Excuse me?

Do I smell cologne?

No. Not your style.

Much better like this,
your own strong musk. Very macho.

Pepe, I must have missed

a couple of episodes
of this soap opera in your head

because I am completely fucking lost here.

Oh, yeah? Well, let me give a spoiler.

You're about to ask Gladys
to move in with you, huh?

Am I right?

Who told you that?

Oh, come on, Tirso,
you're a couple, right?

What are you gonna do?
Let the poor woman sleep on the street?

No you're gonna do something.
You're gonna take the step.

And I'm glad,

because the two of you
were made for each other.

And it's wonderful to begin
a life project together, really.

A life project.

-Uh-huh.
-Yeah.

Be brave, Tirso. You got this.

Tell Gladys I'm going to meet
my friend from the town hall. Okay?

-Oh, my love.
-Hi.

I'm sorry, if you want something
you'll have to wait. Mm.

That's all right,
I have a million things going on.

I just wanted to tell you
that I spoke to Alicia and…

and I know that
you're leaving the apartment.

Yes, yes. Poor woman.

She has no choice
because of her children, and…

Well, then I…

I'm right here.

If you need me to help you
look for an apartment, or…

whatever.

Right.

How nice.

Thank you, my love.

What does this asshole want now?

I'm not here to start trouble.

This is the hardware guy?

Yeah, that's him.

And you let this old bastard
kick you out of the store?

What a bunch of assholes.

Goddammit.

The hell you want, old timer?

To take back what's mine.

I want to buy the hardware store from you.

It's not a hardware store anymore.

And it's not for sale.

Name your price.

I'll pay it.

Three hundred thousand.

You must be shitting me,

unless you found some kind
of diamond mine in the back there.

That's how it is. Take it or leave it.

Three hundred thousand euros.
That exact amount?

Bring me that exact amount of euros,
I'll sell it to you

and I'll eat my words for lunch.

Just the store is enough, thanks.

Hey.

I know where the watches are.

And it's home-court advantage.

Are you still interested?

-Of course I am.
-Then tonight they'll be yours.

Anyone leave a cell phone in the bathroom?

What a violent situation,
a cell phone in the bathroom.

Children, that porno is bad news.

And during daytime hours,
it's a big problem.

It's mine.

Thanks, I was looking for it.

And it's proven to cause blindness.

Scientifically proven.

And are the blinds down
in the inspector's office?

Please, let's not make assumptions.

It's not our place, okay?

Get back to work.

These kids.

You have to come right back.
There's an emergency.

-Police emergency?
-No!

Víctor has shit himself,
it's all brown and gross.

Ugh!

The office smells horrible.
He can't be here right now, Jimena!

It's not professional!

Well, this is taking a while.
There are diapers in the bag, change him.

Yes, I'm fucking trying,
but I have no idea how to do this?

You take wipes
and clean him from top to bottom.

Top to bottom? What does that even mean?

From the weenie to the bum
or bum to the weenie?

No, no, no, no, no.
She's in the middle of an operation.

Operation Weenie.

Oh, baby food?

And just where
am I supposed to get that, Jimena?

Send one of your officers.

Yeah, okay, I'll go out there
and say to Antunez, for example,

"Forget that murderer,
go get me some baby food." Right?

Well, then go yourself, I don't know.
They need me, I have to go.

Jimena. Jimena!

Inspector, the officer
in that patrol vehicle

isn't wearing a bulletproof bib,
it's against regulations.

I'm going out for a minute.

If there's an emergency,
call my cell phone.

Holy shit, it's freezing cold.

Any news yet?

I take it you're still pissed off?

Are you the type of person

who hits your boyfriend?

How does your boyfriend handle
this marvelous character of yours?

I don't have a boyfriend.

How about that?

Now we know why.

You do realize these comments
are out of line, don't you? Huh?

There's a light!

It's the killer.

Come on. Stay right behind me, yeah? Okay?

Motherfucker.

Police, hands up where I can see them.

Ezequiel!

Tirso. Unbelievable.

Twenty times I've been robbed
at the hardware store

and you never even
bothered to arrest a single suspect.

And the one time
I have to sneak in, you show up.

Tirso, it's four o'clock
in the morning right now,

so what the hell are you doing down here?

Well, those bastards moved
themselves into my hardware store

without giving me time to…

I'm here to pick up some things.

Pick-ups are made during normal
business hours, Tirso.

Get out of here. Come on.

You motherfuckers.

He just broke in
and you didn't arrest him?

If we arrest him, you know,
if we take him to the police station,

then pretty soon we'll have to justify

what the hell we were doing
all night in front of a hardware store.

Also, he's my friend's boyfriend.

Ah. He's her boyfriend.

-Oh. So then you and her aren't…
-No.

She has a fetish for mummies, which is a…

sexual fantasy just like anything else.

-I don't find it especially funny.
-No.

-No, me neither.
-You liar.

No, no.

Turn the light off
for the mummy.

THE BIBLE

Good morning.

Morning.

Reading the Bible, huh?

Mm.

Truthfully, the beginning is slow.
I don't know if it picks up later on, or…

Yeah, wait for the New Testament,

that's when all
the explosions and shootings start.

Papa, you all right?

Yeah.

I… I must have slept in
a bad position or something.

Wow.

Here.

I was able to get a list
of those properties you wanted.

All under the name of a Joaquín Sarabia.

I guess he's the leader
of the ram-raiders.

Thanks.

That's quite a few.

I'd better start looking for
the former owners as soon as possible.

I'm coming with you.

These people are dangerous
and you're a magnet for quarrels.

I won't leave you alone.

No way, Jimena.

And besides, you can't. Uh…

You can't leave Víctor by himself.

Come on in.

-Hi, can I have a word?
-Yes, of course, sit down.

You can talk in front of him.

He isn't going to tell anyone.

Amanda…

I'm being spied on.

What?

Two days ago, someone broke into my car.

Well, in this neighborhood, it's not
exactly uncommon, unfortunately.

-Anything valuable?
-Yes.

But it wasn't taken.
So I know they weren't trying to rob me.

All right.

Don't put that in your mouth!

Stop it! Don't do that. It's poo-poo!

I apologize. So where were we?

Ah, yes, right.

It's strange that they didn't
take anything of value, that's true.

But still, it could be nothing.

There's more.

It's okay, I know it wasn't you.

He's been like this since he got here.

Amanda, my cell phone was stolen.

And then it turned up here
in the men's restroom.

Of course, I got suspicious.

Someone checked for me and discovered
that they put in a Trojan horse.

A Trojan horse?

The thing is, in this neighborhood,

we deal mostly with
junkies and gangbangers.

Something like this
sounds too sophisticated.

Not for a cop.

The IP address connected to the hack
is in this police station.

No, that can't be.

If I wasn't certain,
I wouldn't be telling you this right now.

These criminals have
people working for them

right here under your nose.

I understand. I'll speak with Central
and request backup to investigate this.

I appreciate it.

Thanks.

You also don't have
a great feeling about him?

You have a good nose.

You should join the police.

Okay, it should be right here.

Right there on the corner.

Hopefully we have
better luck with this one

than the other two places we tried.

Yeah, maybe
third time's the charm.

Maybe we should talk with the neighbors

and see what they know
about the old owners.

What do you see, Papa?

They have cameras.

And they're new.

Must be because of squatters.

I'll go talk to the neighbors.

I'm going to take a look around here.

Excuse me, do you live around here?

I'm looking for the old owners
of that house right there.

All right.

MÜLLER STREET

Who are you?

The fuck you want?

Ah, nothing.
I'm… I'm looking for a friend's house.

Wrong place.

Get lost.

It's them for sure.
The ram-raiders. We should go.

Papa! Come on.

Papa, let's go.

Now be quiet for a while, okay?

How long are you gonna hold
that kid in a fucking police station?

Better get him a lawyer

or you're gonna be looking
at a problem soon, Amanda.

Well, we have a problem already.

A different one.

Someone here is spying on René.

Wow, unbelievable.

Am I being accused?

Ezequiel is spying
on the rat René, because…

Ezequiel, stop, relax.
Calm down, I know it wasn't you.

They opened up
his car looking for something

and put a Trojan horse
on his mobile phone.

The car could have been you,
but the Trojan horse is not your style.

Yeah, I'm no Trojan,
I prefer an entirely different brand.

I called Central.

They're sending over some IT.

And Internal Affairs
has opened a file on this.

Until we catch this guy,
it's going to be a shit-show here.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Well, we're going to have to
find a solution to this because…

I'm the rat.

Motherfucker, Ezequiel!

Hey, that language!

Do we have to wash your mouth out
with soap? There's a baby here.

Did you open up René's trunk?

I suspected he was hiding something

and it turns out I was right.

You installed that Trojan on his phone?

-You?
-Zeqs did it!

Come on.

All right. Who is helping you?

-No one from here, no one.
-Do you think I'm stupid, Ezequiel?

How could you manage
to install a Trojan on his phone

if you have no idea what a PUK number is.

Come again?

What number, PUK?

PAK, PEK, PIK, POK, PUK, the last one.

Tell me who's working with you on this.
Don't make me ask you again.

Listen to me, I grabbed his mobile
right under your nose the other day,

you signed that paper,

then I went to the junkie settlement
and bought the hacking software,

and some weird friends I have

helped me to introduce
that suppository thing,

the Trojan horse laxative,

and by the way, apparently
I didn't even need to steal his phone.

It's a fucking mess, Ezequiel!

Oh, goodness, the little baby
has pooped again, the little one.

He's not the one with the mess.

You are!

Don't get angry.
Don't get angry, listen to me.

Do you know what I found
when I opened up that trunk?

I found three different police files

of all the people we found dead.

Does that seem like
a huge coincidence to you or not?

What can't you understand?

The guy has an alibi
for every single crime,

we have double and triple-checked.

Yes. Very well, it's a proven fact
he's not the direct perpetrator.

Although, what's not been proven, Amanda,

is that he's not the architect in control.

I think that we should
keep pulling on this thread.

No, no, no, no.
You're not pulling any threads.

You're going to stay right here
and forget about René.

Because you have
absolutely nothing on him.

And what you've done
is a very serious offense.

I have to figure out how the hell
I'm going to deal with this bullshit,

and get you out of this mess.

Get out!

I don't even wanna look at you.

Whatever you say, boss.

Some of the people here
are more like babies than you are.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yes, you are.

Why are you laughing?

You want some of that? Huh?

Ah.

Leave us alone.

-Don't fuck with us, old man.
-Get out!

Come on, guys. Let's go.

Shit.
What the fuck is this guy's problem?

You bring my watches?

Then what the hell
are you doing here in broad daylight?

I'll explain.

If we're gonna do business, hmm,
it's better we're not seen together.

Take it easy.

We're not doing any business together.

What's wrong,
you haven't found the watches yet

and now you're chickening out?

I know perfectly well
where to find those watches.

In a house that's protected
by cameras and men with weapons.

It's a fortress.

I won't die for this.

You expected what?

That they would just leave
a box full of watches on your doorway?

You knew perfectly well it'd be dangerous.

Mm-hmm.

Ah. Okay, okay, okay.

What do you want?

If anything goes wrong,

I'm not going to leave my family
without something in the way of security.

I want my payment
to be delivered up front.

Okay, the family thing,
I respect that, I really do.

You expect half a million euros
in advance now?

Seriously?

I'd be fine with half of that, actually.

Think about it,
I'm the one taking all the risk

while you get to keep
a large majority of the profits.

So, take it or leave it.

No, fuck you.

Like I said, we have no business together.

Wait.

Shit.

Is this how you treat all your customers?

No wonder not even flies
are coming in here.

What do you want, old man?

All right, here you go.

That's 250,000 euros.

You assholes aren't
getting another euro out of me.

Well, shit.

Get your shit out of here immediately.

I want you out before tomorrow.

You bet.

What's happening? Why are we here?

Camila, René knows
somebody hacked into his cell phone.

-How do you know?
-Because the inspector told me herself.

Oh shit, you're joking, Ezequiel.

Does he know that
I opened his trunk without a warrant?

And infected
his mobile with a Trojan horse?

It's even worse.

Tomorrow this place will be crawling

with officers from
Internal Affairs investigating.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

Oh my God. You're fucking with me,
Ezequiel, you're fucking with me.

Take it easy, take it easy, take it easy.

-Take it easy?
-Yes.

Internal Affairs is a real problem.
I worked my ass off to be here.

Don't laugh it off. I'm fucked, man.

Okay, the inspector hasn't linked you

to either the hacking
or the situation with the trunk snooping.

Yeah, but Internal Affairs
will investigate and it'll lead to me.

No, Internal Affairs
will be investigating only me

because I spoke to the inspector

and told her I did all of this on my own.

Why would you do that?

Because you're too young to handle this,
you're a baby blue, after all.

But I'm the main event,
the inspector knows me well.

And Internal Affairs
happens to know me too.

Shit, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry… I got… I…

I lost my mind for a second. Forgive me.

Here we are.

Well, not one word
about what you had for lunch, okay?

We don't talk about
police station business.

Yeah?

Wish I could say "see you tomorrow," but…

Well, I live far away and work too much.

But how about if I take off
an afternoon next week.

We could go for a walk somewhere.

Huh? How's that sound?

-Oh, finally!
-Hi.

Honey, thank you so much.
I promise I will make it up to you.

Sure.

My darling!

Has Amanda been behaving with you?

If not, we'll arrest her.

You're silly, aren't you?

Hey, I saw a man leaving
Alicia's apartment with some kind of sign.

Does that mean she's selling?

No, I think renting.

Alicia has to go
live in a nursing residence

and I guess maybe Gladys…

Ah.

Well, do you know how much it would be?
I don't know. I mean, we're looking

for something that's
a little bigger for both of us.

Yeah, but, I mean, it's just
that this place is next to my father.

I know how you like your personal space.

Yeah, but you'd be closer to Víctor.

And your father, of course.

Are you saying
you'd be fine living across from my dad?

Well, let's see.

We might as well
find out how much it is, no?

Uh, sure, of course.

Well, I'll find out and let you know.

All right.

I'm gonna go back to the station.

-I have some work left to do. Okay?
-Listen, I have to tell you something.

Uh, earlier, when I went with my father

to investigate
the houses of the ram-raiders,

something happened there.

Oh, the man finally appears.

Where have you been all day?
I tried calling you a million times.

Gladys, please stop yelling,
I have such a headache.

I just got up an hour ago.

-Oh, yeah? I don't believe it.
-Oof…

I'm glad you're having so much goddamn fun

while I'm stuck here working myself
to the fricking bone all day.

Hey, I got this hangover
from trying to save your bar, all right?

I was out with a friend
who works at the town hall.

Who handles the fines.

Had to invite him out for dinner.

The man eats as much as a damn pig.

I had to buy him drinks as well.
The man can imbibe.

Hold on.

The receipt.

And what the hell is this?

A hundred and twenty-two euros?

It's an investment, huh, Gladys.

You owe more than eight grand in fines.

And? He'll fix it?

Well, uh, no.

It seems that once
the fines have been registered…

Are you kidding me, Pepe.

-You left me alone all day for nothing?
-Hey, don't whine.

The beer guy has agreed
to give you a spectacular deal.

The best price in Madrid.

-Seriously?
-Yes.

As soon as
your current contract is expired.

A contract? What contract?

You have a contract for one year
and there's half remaining.

Oh, goddammit.

Listen to me, Pepe.

I don't have a cent to my name.

I'm about to be fricking homeless.

And I'm not able to wait six months

to get enough to pay
for a lawyer for my son. Understand?

I need this bar functioning today.

Yeah. What else can I do?

These things take time, is all.

I'm sorry but I'm gonna sell this place.

What? All of this work I did for nothing?

Gladys, what do you think?

That by throwing it all away
you're going to save your son?

-That's what you think?
-Well, I'm out of options, Pepe.

Sometimes you have to
make the hard decisions.

Well, I can make one as well.

Go straight to hell, Gladys.
You and your bar.

Pepe.

Yes?

Yes, yes, we can speak.

Sorry, it's important.

Yes.

Look, René and I
were talking about something

and I want you to check it out.

It's about some of
Quini's gang properties.

There's this one in particular…

Camila?

-Yes.
-You listening?

Yes, I'm on it right now.

I can't tell you
how happy I am you called.

-Come on.
-No, no, no, no.

We'll have this conversation right here.

I know I'm going to regret this, but…

Nelson is my son and
for him I would do anything.

If you still feel willing to hire
a lawyer to help get Nelson out of jail,

well, I won't object.

Of course, I'll call him right away.

I know it wasn't easy for you
to contact me, but I assure you--

Please.

We have nothing more to say.

Wait.

Go away. Go away, René,
or I'll remove your fucking teeth.

Get the fuck out of here.

That's right, get out of here.

-Stop scaring me, would you?
-Whatever, Ezequiel.

Just stop scaring me would you, please?

So? How are you?

I'm all right,
I'm somewhat all right. How are you?

I'm good, I'm good.

Very good.

I have information.

Hmm.

So, beginning tomorrow, I'm supposed to
keep an eye on the ram-raiders' locations.

Especially a house
Amanda finds suspicious.

She thinks Quini may have moved there.

Well, then, you do that one,
I'll stay on this one and we're all good.

Yes. However,
when she told me all of this,

René was in the office,
so he knows about the house

and where to find Quini.

Oh, shit.

Yes.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Give the address to me.

Why? Do you…

think the killer will go after Quini?

That René has passed the information on?

Give me the address and I'll…
I'll go over there now and take a look.

What, right now?

Yes, right now.
Is there… Is… Is there a problem?

Actually, there is.

See, I just got off of work

and truthfully,
I came here with other plans.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

Hey.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No.

Come on.

Bring it. I'm going to crush you, man.

Ah, ah. Come on, come on, come on.

Ah! Come on!

Ah, what the hell?

Come on.

Motherfuckers.

Come on, come on.

Damn it.

Ah, let's do this.

Come on. Let's go.

What the hell?

Fuck my life.

Hey, dude, come downstairs!

A camera's broken, get down here.

Come fix this! You piece of shit.

Wait, what?

What's going on?

None of them are working.
All four crashed at the same time.

The software must have frozen.

Call the boys.

Goddammit, I don't like this.

Oh shit!

You hear that?

Get upstairs!

Come on, hurry up. Fuck!

What the fuck? What's going on?

What's with the fucking lights now?

Damn it! Fuck!

What the fuck is going on here?

Damn it!

Son of a bitch!

Oh fuck!

No fucking way.

Romero.

There's been a shooting inside a house.

Where the hell were you 45 minutes ago?

I didn't do it
and neither did any of my people.

Hi. You're Alicia's son, aren't you?

We've rented out the apartment
and you need to leave.

We need to start thinking
about what's best for Víctor.

You're right, so how do
you plan to take care of him?

Damn it.

You haven't said a word to me all day.
Is it because we banged in your car?

I'd tell Amanda about it.

Come on.

Cat got your tongue, or what?

What are you doing here?

I want you to help me kill him.

-Romero?
-It was him.

So you want to use me as a lure?

You sure about this?

Yes.

I feel dumb, like I'm not
capable of doing anything by myself.

I want you to get better,
be your own person, without me.

Take it easy, I'm just here to show you
the footage from Quini's security cameras.

-I am a hundred percent sure it's him.
-The hardware guy?

The killer is here.