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Oh shit!

Shit. This is a disaster.

What a disaster.

Shit, what a disaster.

It's a disaster!

Come on, it wasn't that bad, don't overthink it.

You're a baby blue.

I'm 90 years older than you, so it's like…

It's like I'm Heidi's grandfather and I just fucked Heidi.

Wow, you're really good at killing the mood after a fuck!

-I'm your supervisor, your supervisor… -Ezequiel.

Ezequiel, take it easy, okay?

-This stays between us. -Supervisor…

I'm not gonna stalk you, not gonna report you, everything's fine.

If you ask me,

we just forget about it.

We just forget about it? Okay. We just forget that it happened.

We forget about it.

Because a fuck's a fuck, you know that, right?

All right, see you.

A fuck's just a fuck, sure, until I get fired.

Shit.

Jesus!

Talk to me, Amanda.

We have reports of shots fired at a house.

In the Azucenas, corner of Müller. I need you to get over there now.

Shit, Amanda, that's on the other side of town.

Why don't you send the closest patrol instead?

It's Quini's house.

No fucking way!

I'll be right there.

Oh shit.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Talk to me.

I've got two dead bodies here.

One of them is Quini.

Oh shit.

Backup's on its way.

Okay.

You're officially one lying motherfucking bitch, aren't you, Mulan?

Yes, you are the sneakiest bitch of them all.

That was awesome.

I don't know. I think you were too nice.

Should've just stabbed him.

-Whatever, man. -Oh yeah, you know it.

-Bro, grab some beers. -Can you get one for me?

-In the back? -There's fresh ones here.

Hey, guys, we won't be hanging out after all.

-What? -Get the fuck outta here, all of you.

What are you talking about? Why are you fucking with us?

We just started to party.

I won't repeat it.

-All right, guys, let's get the fuck out. -No way.

Fuck man, that sucks, I don't want to leave.

I can't believe this shit.

We're even now.

I don't want to see your face ever again.

That's too bad.

We make a pretty good team, you and I.

You okay?

Tell me you didn't let anyone follow you.

Well, well, well, well, hey.

Look who we have here.

I knew it smelled like pig.

Fuck, it's Ezequiel.

You'd better leave out the back door.

Fuck me, unbelievable.

What's Entrevías Bruce Willis doing here?

I came to discuss a few things with Dulce.

Tell me, how's Dulce?

With Dulce?

Well, Dulce's got her tits in a twist.

So you'd better behave yourself tonight.

Go on in.

Honestly, I thought I made myself clear, Dulce.

After you and me had that fucking conversation at the station,

we agreed you'd do nothing.

That you wouldn't do anything.

Mmm… I have no idea what you're talking about.

You told me yourself. You told me yourself, yeah.

What did you want, Dulce? What did you want?

A million bucks worth of watches and Quini's balls. Tell me, what else?

Ah, well, let me think here.

You told me to stay away from Quini,

and I stayed the fuck away.

Think back, because 45 minutes ago,

Quini and one of his guys were killed.

And whoever did it took the million dollars' worth of watches.

Are you saying that Quini was murdered?

You're such a liar. I cannot believe this shit.

Hey, no, no, no, no, that's bullshit.

That's bullshit!

Look Mulan, I'm trying to help you here.

Where were you forty-five minutes ago?

Where? Where were you, Dulce?

I was at a lame-ass party at the Hurricane Club with the gang,

and hundreds of people can confirm it for you.

There's more. There's more.

I had a few words with the DJ. Ask him, I'm sure he'll recall it.

If I get a search warrant,

will I find any watches here?

Seriously?

Sure, get one. I don't care.

With my warrant, I can ask for a few drug-sniffing dogs for your hashish,

money-sniffing dogs,

a watch sniffing dog!

Now where the fuck were you exactly 45 minutes ago?

I'm trying to help you!

I've already told you that I was hanging out at the Hurricane nightclub

with the whole gang.

I didn't do it, and neither did these guys.

So feel free to search whatever you want.

Tell you what!

I'll even help you search. This place is massive.

Sometimes I wish you were a stillborn, you motherfucking cunt.

Of course, yeah, of course!

Fuck, the hardware man totally fucked me over!

WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS

Hi.

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

Yeah.

Is she okay? Did something happen?

No.

Thank God, she's in good hands now.

Why are you here then?

To tell you again that you need to go.

She made it clear to me the other day.

Apparently not, because you're still here.

I mean, it takes time.

First, I need to find another place.

What do you want? You want me to live on the street?

That is not my problem.

We've rented the apartment, therefore you must leave now.

Uh, what do you mean now?

You have to be out tonight, end of story.

Wait just a minute.

That's impossible.

-I know my rights. -Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah, you have to at least give me a few days.

Enough time to find somewhere to go.

-Do you have a contract or a lease? -No.

But I've been living here for long enough.

Because you were my mother's employee.

You were taking care of her. But she's no longer here.

So now you've got to go.

It doesn't take that long to pack a suitcase.

It's not just one suitcase.

Your mom told me that I could keep a lot of her things,

bedsheets, and furniture…

Sure, all right. Take whatever you want.

I'm just telling you that if you're not out tonight,

I will have the police evict you.

Your choice.

Don't even think of moving or I'll blow your head off.

And a good morning to you as well.

I thought we'd never see each other's faces again.

And I thought we'd have a clean robbery,

but you, motherfucker, had to go and kill Quini.

I did not kill anybody.

Okay, fine.

So, what happened?

How the fuck were those bullets fired? By themselves?

They were fired by a son of a bitch

who showed up right after I arrived at the house.

You really think I'm some sort of fucking idiot?

I don't know.

I don't know you that well.

You think you're funny, huh? Huh? Is this all a joke to you?

You totally screwed me over, you careless bastard.

Because of you, now I'm stuck in the police crosshairs.

Why did you have to kill those two guys?

I told you I didn't do it.

It was him.

POLICE INSPECTOR KILLS TWO, GOES ON THE RUN

Romero?

What the fuck you talking about?

I saw him with my own eyes. That asshole is back.

Look, I really don't give a fuck in the end who killed Quini.

But I can't afford to have your shit taint me.

They're yours. You paid for them, didn't you?

I paid for luxury watches,

not for a one-way ticket to jail.

I want nothing to do with these,

nor with you. You got it?

I just want my fucking money back.

I spent it already.

Besides, we had a deal.

Exchange money for the watches.

And I've done my part.

Listen to me, you piece of shit.

You and I, we will be settling our score,

I promise you.

But in the meantime, don't get caught with these.

You hear me?

POLICE STATION

You all right?

You haven't said a single word to me all day.

Are you sore because of the dead guys you found or…

or because we fucked in your car?

Let's set the record straight once and for all.

I don't fuck, I make love.

Okay.

All right, I assume you read the preliminary report.

I did, Ezequiel didn't. He's not much of a reader.

Ah!

We're waiting for the footage from the security cameras around the house.

For the moment, we've got nothing more.

It's your turn now.

Give me your best theories about what happened inside that house.

Come on.

Um… Well, I, uh…

I think it's clear that these people were killed by the same person.

How can you be so sure?

Different modus operandi.

I don't see any connection

between our serial killer and the shooting last night.

Well, there is one. There is a connection, right?

And?

Um…

Well, actually there are two.

The first one is that all the victims were known criminals.

And the second is that there's one person

who knew that Quini would be in that house last night.

The same person who we've been suspecting from the very beginning.

Are you back again on René? Seriously, guys, this needs to stop, okay?

He was here last night when I came to the office.

And he heard where to find Quini.

And as soon as I arrived,

he received a mysterious call and disappeared.

A little later, Quini was dead.

You want me to send René to jail for 30 years

because he received a mysterious call, is that it?

We know he's hiding something.

He took documents from the station with information on the victims.

Documents! You're referring to the documents you two discovered

when you illegally broke into his car?

Do you mean those documents?

Please, stop harassing René, okay?

Nothing to say?

What's wrong? Cat's got your tongue?

In my opinion, if Ballistics doesn't say otherwise,

I think it's the work of another killer.

Oh, you do?

And how can you be so sure?

Instinct.

I have a great instinct, but only for certain things,

not for everything.

Don't take it so personally.

And this? This was a shitshow.

There were a million euros worth of watches,

things went south, leaving two dead guys.

Well, I must admit, you're the one making sense for once.

As a working hypothesis, take robbery gone wrong.

Hey!

What the fuck was that?

You know perfectly well it's the same killer,

and that René tipped him off.

-I don't know that. -That's bullshit.

This is personal now?

That why you left my ass hanging out to dry?

Your ass was actually riding me last night inside my car.

Do you remember?

If your ass hadn't been riding me last night,

I'd have staked out that house and been able to catch, in flagrante delicto,

the one who killed those two half-wits.

Well, then it is personal, right?

It is wrong

to fuck your partner.

Fucking during working hours is too messy.

That's something we can agree on, isn't it?

Let's learn from our mistakes.

Tirso!

Shouldn't you be on a bench feeding pigeons?

The day before yesterday marked eight months since Irene's death.

-Tirso… -Listen, you need to tell me

if there's any news about Romero.

If we had some new information,

you'd be the first to know.

But we've got nothing.

Romero had political connections.

And when you know the right people, it's easy to disappear.

Honestly, I don't think we'll find him.

And now, if you don't mind, I have a lot of work to do.

Uh… Yeah, I heard about that last night.

Two dead, right?

I see news travels fast.

-You know the neighborhood. -Mmm.

Do you have any idea who did it?

No, all I've got is a preliminary report.

I see.

Well, then, uh… I'm gonna go.

You don't know how he treated me. Like a piece of shit.

As if I hadn't taken care of his mother all this time.

It was horrible.

And so,

I need to be out of the apartment. Tonight at the latest

Where are you gonna go?

I don't know, Tirso.

The truth is that I don't have money for rent anywhere and…

I don't know the solution, Tirso.

So I thought maybe I could stay…

Move in here.

Are you sure?

I am.

I don't want to invade your space, you know.

Don't be ridiculous.

Thank you, my love.

I couldn't do this without you.

All right…

I'm going to pack up the rest of my things.

I'll have my coffee later, okay?

I love you.

I love you.

Come on, little one. Tonight we are moving.

Yes, say goodbye to your great-grandpa, ciao!

Why are you still in your pajamas?

Get dressed.

Why?

I got the hardware store back.

I just bought it from those gangsters.

Are you serious?

Does it look like I'm joking with you?

You're the first person I've told.

So let's get the store ready to open up for business.

You'll see how surprised everyone will be when we reopen.

But… how the hell did you do that?

I had to refinance the apartment.

So this time we can't fail

or you'll lose your inheritance.

I told you.

I told you we'd get through this.

And if one day we could have a conversation without you crying,

well, all the better.

Okay.

SANTI: NEEDS TO TAKE BACK THE HARDWARE STORE

Gladys.

"She needs to find a place to live."

"She needs to stop loving me."

Enough. Just swear to God,

and if you're lying, may the good Lord strike you down.

Was Dulce in that fucking club? Was she there, or was she not?

Okay.

Thanks, I appreciate it. I gotta run.

That makes six.

Don't worry.

I'm just here to show you the footage from the cameras at Quini's house.

Shall we watch these together or…

or separately?

Great, then.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Play it once more for me, frame by frame.

Oh shit, I can't believe this. No fucking way, he…

What is it?

No fucking way.

-Where are we going? -Who's "we"?

"We" are not going anywhere.

Gladys?

Jimena.

Gladys! What're you doing with all this? Leaving now?

Well, I've been told that I need to be out of this place as soon as tonight.

Apparently, they already have new tenants.

Oh. Uh, well, that's actually what I came to tell you.

Amanda and I are going to be the new tenants.

You're the ones renting the apartment?

Uh, yeah.

We were looking for somewhere with more space

for the days the baby stays with us,

and this is close to my father.

And since Alicia's son, Javier, said you're going soon…

I'm moving, yes.

Out on the street.

On the street?

On the street.

Javier is forcing me out.

Gladys, I swear we didn't know anything.

I'll make a call to Javier right now and tell him to forget about it.

-We don't want the place. -No, no, no, no, no. Forget it, really.

Don't say anything.

Besides, that family hates me.

They're thrilled to get me outta here.

I mean, they literally have the perfect excuse to get me out.

-It's probably best you two get the place. -But Gladys, wait, please.

We haven't signed anything yet. Come on, I'll call him now.

No, no, Jimena, don't worry about it.

Anyway, I talked to your father.

And I'm moving in with him.

Wait a minute.

Are you saying you're going to be living with my father?

Yes.

Well, basically I told him what was happening and, well,

he offered it.

And to be honest, I'm looking forward to it.

We're starting a new life together.

That's great, really great!

-We'll be neighbors. Yeah? -That's right.

Hey, uh, need a hand with the moving?

-No, no, no, no. -What can I do? Carry this box?

Take care of the little one, that's more than enough.

Absolutely.

Come here, little guy.

Little guy.

Yes, you little thing. Mmm!

Little thing! Yes!

God, I've missed the smell.

Of latrines?

Ooh.

Those bastards must have pissed all over the stairs.

We're gonna have to clean this.

We need to fix whatever they broke.

We'll change the neon sign.

We'll have to call our suppliers and buy material.

If they give us credit, all the better.

Well, Papa, I think there's a lot of work to do here.

I'll just call Luciana and tell her I won't go to therapy.

Oh no, you're going.

Well, Papa, we don't really do much in those sessions.

We go, talk about this and that, we pray, we sing that God loves us.

I won't be missing out if I don't go back there.

What are you going on about?

Listen…

I didn't want to say anything because, after what I did,

I'm in no position to complain, but…

It's that therapy, I…

I don't like it at all.

It's therapy,

not a goddam spa!

Yeah, but they took away my phone.

And they also recommended I don't walk alone in the street,

like I'm six-years old.

They just want to prevent you from gambling again, Santi.

Yes, I know, Papa. But it's too much.

I feel like an idiot, as if I weren't capable of doing anything on my own.

Let me get this straight.

Who the fuck took back the hardware store?

You.

Who was it who found those zealots so you could get therapy?

You.

Who's given you a room to stay and fed you since you got divorced?

You, Papa.

Don't you think it's a bit weird

that every important thing you do in your goddamn life,

I'm the one doing it?

Listen, Papa,

I know that I'm not the most proactive man in the world.

-But what is it you want? -I want you to change!

I want you to go to therapy!

I want you to work your hardest,

and do whatever it takes to fix yourself!

I want you to take care of the hardware store all on your own.

I want you to get a place and get the hell out of my house.

And I want you to get custody of your kids,

and finally start living your own life, without me.

That's what I want.

No more, no less.

No more, no less.

And I want you to do it now.

And so where do I begin?

Santi, that's entirely up to you!

But putting the "Abantos Hardware Store" sign back up

seems like a good place to start.

Well, would you look at that.

Oh, that makes me so happy!

Santiago Abantos has returned.

Look at you.

Rest in peace, Quini's shop.

Rest well, good riddance.

My father bought back the store.

But don't tell anyone about it because we want it to be a surprise.

You want it to be a surprise.

But if it's a surprise, are you sure about hanging up that sign, Santi?

Right.

Right.

Is your father inside? I want to congratulate him.

-Yes, he's downstairs. -All right.

-See you. -See you.

Keep it up.

You really love those little screws, don't you?

You must be happy, Tirso.

You're back in your hardware store.

Congratulations, Tirso.

Uh, if you need a tool, we don't open until Monday.

Great, then I'll stop by on Monday to get a plunger.

Sure. For a sink?

No, not for a sink, no.

For a case.

A case that's got me all backed up, Tirso.

That's what happens when you let the shit accumulate for too long.

Out of curiosity, police-like, how the hell did you get this store back?

Well, I bought it.

Tirso buying something that was already his?

No, that's not your style.

If I were ten years younger,

I'd have handled it in a much different way.

What kind of way?

A way that would be more in line with my style.

In line with your style, last night someone killed Quini.

He was the owner of this store.

I'm not surprised.

Nobody is surprised, Tirso.

He made lots of enemies,

he's taken over people's stores, swindled their children.

It's a goddamn fucking mess.

Do you want to tell me something

or have you just come here to be an asshole, like you always are?

Today I'm just here to be an asshole.

But perhaps some other day

I'll surprise you and come for a real reason.

Ah, shit.

Hello, Gladys. What are you doing?

I got kicked out of my place and so now I'm moving in with Tirso.

Ah.

Well, I'm happy for you.

I'm happy for both of you. Tirso seems like a nice guy.

He is!

Sometimes I do know how to pick the right one.

-Let me help you. -No, no, no, no!

I don't need your help.

I can manage on my own.

-All right, fine. Let's do it. -Let's do it.

So, why are you here?

Is there any news about Nelson?

Yes, there is.

Right there.

What's new?

Well, I met yesterday with the lawyer

and he had access to the preliminary proceedings.

And, uh, it's not looking great.

What do you mean by that?

The officer he assaulted identified him without a single doubt.

And it appears

there's very little chance they're going to release him.

-What? -Yeah.

But you told me that lawyer said

that he'd get Nelson out. That he was the best lawyer.

I know. He'll get out.

How can you even say that?

You just said that lawyer told you he can't get him out.

I know, listen to me,

this may sound a bit strange, but…

God put me right here

in front of you at this very moment.

And it's for a reason.

I've been given a mission.

To save our son from going to jail.

And I'll accomplish it.

I don't know how, but I will.

God provides.

God provides?

Yeah.

Yeah, definitely.

Yeah. I know.

Will you excuse us for a minute? Come with me.

Close the door.

What do you want?

I thought it was a bad idea to fuck your partner at work.

No, we're not gonna fuck. We're not gonna fuck.

Then what do you got?

What I've got

is huge.

Still not talking about fucking?

Sorry, sorry.

Go ahead, please.

I have some information, I'll just need to double-check it,

but I know who killed Quini.

And it has nothing to do with the other assassinations.

Nothing. Not anything.

Who did it?

It's somebody who got screwed over by these guys.

First, they conned his son.

And then they took his store from him.

The hardware guy?

How do you know?

Because I saw him.

In the footage that we watched,

from the security cameras at the house.

But you couldn't see his face.

It's him, yes, I am a hundred percent. It's him.

That way of moving around, that way of dressing, it's him. It's him.

I just talked to him and he actually said…

he got his store back simply by buying it from Quini.

He bought it from Quini.

Shit, Ezequiel. I can't believe it.

The thing is…

without any evidence, how would you handle this information?

I guess I'd tell Amanda.

Okay. Then let's go tell Amanda.

-What a surprise! -Hi!

-Hi, love! -How are you?

Shit, don't believe it. Talk about coincidences.

The hardware guy's daughter. Are you kidding me with this shit?

What is it, Víctor, did you miss the police station, huh?

-Hey, love. -Yeah?

I need to talk to you.

Gladys is ready to leave the apartment.

So, if we want to, we could move in tomorrow.

-Oh, that's fantastic news, Jimena. -What do you say?

-Yes. -Good!

No way.

Amanda doesn't want to hear this shit right now.

We're gonna shut our fucking mouths until we get enough evidence.

What we need the most…

are pieces of evidence that are up-to-the-minute,

that's what we need, you and I.

What evidence is up-to-the-minute?

The watches. The watches.

That guy went there for money, when there was no money, he went nuts.

Killed those two punks…

…and he took the watches. I'd have taken those watches too.

And so…

Look at you!

Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee.

Hi!

Dee!

-Hey, we're going out to eat today, okay? -Of course.

-Have fun with the family. -See you later.

Ciao, ciao, ciao, ciao, ciao.

Yes, of course, have fun with your daddy, the killer.

-Mm-hmm. -The hardware guy has the watches.

And I might know where he's hiding those watches.

This morning, when I got to the basement of the store,

he was storing stuff inside a trunk and he made like a poker face when he saw me.

He never makes a poker face, so we'll look into that trunk first thing.

Yes, but in order to search the trunk we need a warrant,

and Amanda will find out about it.

Fuck the warrant.

We go into the hardware store, fuck around for five minutes,

which is the time it takes us to search a trunk,

and on the way out, we wipe our asses.

Let's go to the hardware store.

Gladys?

Come in, she's probably packing.

Gladys?

Oh…

Yes?

Okay.

Yes, yes. I'm on my way.

Gladys isn't here.

I'm sorry, but I have to go,

Someone robbed a pharmacy.

Seriously?

Well, it's already been robbed, right?

If you get there five minutes late, it's not that tragic.

-Honey! -What?

This is our new home.

What do you think?

It's just perfect.

-Yes, it is. -Yeah.

We'll have to redecorate, paint it, but it will be so cozy.

I can already imagine the little one running around here.

And crying,

painting over the walls, throwing things around…

Well, he can do whatever he wants.

I don't have to play bad cop at home.

Isn't that right, sweetie? Huh?

Come here, come here.

And… up!

Hey.

Do you know you're gonna have a room for yourself?

Huh? Yes.

We're going to put your name in big letters on the door.

Víctor!

The room will be filled with toys and plushies.

And we'll buy you one of those beautiful lava lamps!

So you can have nice dreams.

-Bum-bum. -Cutie.

Hee-hee.

Ah, ah, oh, oh!

We should go talk to her.

I'll do it.

Gladys…

-Gladys, I'm sorry. -No.

It was very insensitive of us to roam around the place like that.

No, no, no, no. Don't worry, no, it's not…

It's not that.

It's Nelson.

-What? -The lawyer we got him said that…

That he most likely won't be getting out of jail.

That's what he said?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

And I think of Víctor and…

He'll have to

grow up without seeing his father, without having him around.

It's bad enough already for that little boy

to grow up without a mother.

And now without a father.

He doesn't deserve this. It's so unfair.

Poor things, I'm sorry.

Gladys, you can't lose hope right now.

Eventually, I'm sure we'll find a solution,

I bet there's a lawyer out there who can get him out of jail.

Look what happened with Amanda.

Yeah.

But good things only happen to other people.

Not to me.

Gladys, whatever happens,

Víctor will never be alone.

We'll take care of him together.

And we're gonna do great.

Okay?

Come here.

Oh, he…

He must be hungry?

Yes, I think it's feeding time. Did he drink his bottle?

Uh… His bottle?

No. No.

But I'll make him one right away.

Where's the bag with the baby bottles?

Shit.

Hey. Get out of my way, Santi.

Jimena. Jimena.

Papa, I need you to do me a favor.

I forgot the baby's bottles in Amanda's office.

And she can't bring them because she had to respond to a robbery.

Can you drive over there to get them?

Ugh, now?

I can't right now, Jimena.

Can't the baby wait a bit before eating?

Okay, I'm on my way.

Fuck.

Great, Tirso's leaving, so we can go into the store now.

What's the plan?

The plan is this,

his son is still inside, but that's actually an advantage

because he's dumb as a doornail.

So you go in and you distract the child.

When he turns his back to me, I enter and put a hood on his head.

A hood on his head?

Yes, it won't be the first time I've put a hood on his fucking head.

We tie him to a chair, we go find the watches,

and get out of there. Bim-bam-boom.

Yeah, and how many felonies do you plan on us committing today?

Five, six?

Is that before or after

we leisurely wipe our asses on the way out?

-No. I'm not convinced. -No?

No.

I have an idea. Be right back.

You're leaving me like this? Without a kiss goodbye?

Not now.

-Hello! -Hello.

Excuse me, could you help me?

Yeah, sure. What's going on?

I dropped my earring somewhere outside.

-Could you help me find my earring? -In the street?

Yes, it was my grandma's. I can't lose it, it's too precious.

Could you help me find it?

Of course, sure. Okay, okay. Let's see if we can go find it.

Thank you so much!

It's just so tiny, you know?

-In that sewage drain? -Yes.

I've lost marbles many times playing too close to that sewer.

Yeah, yeah.

It fell down in there.

Let's see. Uh, but this…

-This is pretty rusty, huh? -Yeah…

Wow! I can't… No way, this is impossible.

-You're gonna have to contact city hall. -No, man, I'm not calling city hall.

Is there nothing you can do?

Don't you have something you can use as a lever?

Well, I have a gooseneck pry bar in the hardware store. I'll…

-No! Don't worry, I'll go. -Uh…

I'll go. Yes, you stay there. Where is it?

-Uh, you'll find it on the counter. Okay? -Okay, great.

Thank you. Look for it, okay?.

Okay.

Ah, shit.

Fuck.

Careful, baby blue. Get out of there or you'll get busted.

What are you doing?

Oh, I'm looking for the gooseneck… the gooseneck thing.

-I don't see… -Look behind you, on the counter.

This is it.

Okay. Okay, okay. Sorry.

It's just I don't know much about the world of tools, to be honest.

Look, you see this? You see how it's bent?

That's why it's called a gooseneck bar, see?

Come on. Come on!

You can do this.

Argh, come on.

Come on!

-Got it! -Oh, wow, great.

Great. You see it?

-No, it's pitch black in there. -Yeah.

Like a horse's ass.

And… Do you have a flashlight?

Uh, well…

Well, no, I don't have my phone on me.

Neither do I. Do you have one in the store?

Yes.

-Ah. -Yes. Um…

It should be next to the big stack of papers.

-All right, great! -Okay?

-And please keep looking… -Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, I am.

-See if you find it. -Uh, God. This stinks.

What's that smell?

Ugh, this is gross!

Fuck!

Wait, that's a dead rat!

Ugh!

Oh, disgusting.

And the flashlight?

You're gonna kill me, but I found it.

It was just… it was in my pocket.

I'm… I'm sorry, I can be such a klutz sometimes.

-I'm so sorry. -Don't be. No, no…

You are super kind and super helpful, I'm sorry.

-Please forgive me. Have a nice day. -It's all right.

You too.

Oh!

So tell me, baby blue, tell me. You never tell me anything.

Nothing there. The watches are gone.

What do we do now?

With that cute Heidi face of yours, you're a snake in the grass.

You can make anyone do whatever you want, right?

Maybe.

-Maybe yes or maybe no? -Maybe yes.

Hey, uh, hi, I'm here to pick up some things

my daughter left in the inspector's office.

I'm assuming someone called to let you know I was coming.

Hey, let him in, I'll take care of him.

Tirso, come in.

-Thank you. -No problem, it's my job.

So, how's Santi doing?

I hope that the therapy sessions aren't too challenging for him.

We must seem weird to you.

Well, yes, that's because you are.

That's what I call being honest.

I always say what I'm thinking.

And what I'm thinking is that even though you are as weird as coconuts,

you're good guys.

And what you're doing for my son is very important.

-So I thank you. -You're welcome.

I'm grateful to you as well.

I, too, have done wrong things in my life and,

for that, I deserve to have lost my family.

But you stepped in and you took care of Gladys.

Right, uh…

-She takes care of me, as well. -Yeah, I know.

And I know you two are moving in together.

And, from one honest man to another,

it's really painful to see her in love with you.

It's painful to see you start a brand-new life together.

But I'm glad for her.

She deserves to be happy.

Go on in.

CONFIDENTIAL

"The confiscated gun was the same weapon used at other homicides."

Are you sure about this?

I think so, partner, we can't put this off any longer.

We've gotta tell the inspector as soon as possible.

-Okay. -Ezequiel.

We have the full report from last night's shooting.

I just left a copy on the inspector's desk.

Thank you.

Ballistic results, here's the fiber analysis…

-I'll be in the office. -Okay.

What the hell are you doing in the inspector's office, Tirso?

My daughter, she… she… she forgot the baby bottles in there.

I need to go before Víctor eats his grandma.

What the fuck is going on here?

We've got the prime suspect in yesterday's shooting

in the inspector's office.

No, he's not. He's no longer the prime suspect.

The gun matches the one from the other killings.

It's the work of a serial killer.

That can't be right. That cannot be right.

Knowing he's failed to start a gang war,

the killer is moving on from subordinates and going straight for the bosses.

Holy shit, Dulce.

Look into this shit. Do your job and investigate this shit.

Investigate it. Fuck!

What took so long, did you go to the milk factory?

It's nothing!

It's coming, my love. It's coming.

Yes, right away, right away.

It will be ready in no time. Yes, my love. Yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes, it's coming, my love. Yes, yes, yes.

My love!

Did you see?

I put my clothes here on the right side of the closet,

which was empty.

I hope it's okay?

Sure. And the stuff in the living room?

Alicia gave me some furniture in the move,

she left me some nice things.

If you want, we can have a look later and decide if we're gonna keep any of it.

I think there are a few things that might add warmer colors to the house.

What do you think?

I'm gonna go look for the shoe bag.

Let's see if maybe I can find just a little more room for it, okay?

I'll be back.

Uh, Gladys.

Uh, I… I spoke to Pepe.

He's with Sanchís at the hospital.

Oh, of course, Sanchís. That poor thing. How's his mother doing?

She's not very well.

-Aw. -Uh…

The truth is that Pepe isn't too happy right now,

with the fact that you're moving in here.

And given that Sanchís is alone, he's going to stay over at his house.

Much better. Because one day or another,

Pepe and I would end up yelling at each other, you can count on it.

As a result, uh, now his old bedroom's available.

Uh, I mean Irene's, that is.

Uh, I say that because…

It would be easier if we both had our own bedroom, don't you think so?

More comfortable, no?

You want us to have separate bedrooms?

There's much more space for all your things.

And it seems like you're gonna need it.

Oh.

Okay.

It's settled, then.

Tirso.

Is everything all right?

Between us, I mean.

Why do you ask?

Because I have this sensation that you don't really want me here.

It's not that.

Then what is it?

Moving in together is a particularly important step.

And I don't want us to feel forced into it by the circumstances.

That's why…

I'd rather you didn't settle in too much here.

At least for now.

You understand?

Okay, sure.

Yes.

I understand perfectly well.

Oh! This is a fucking joke.

It's a motherfucking joke, Ezequiel.

This isn't a joke, Dulce,

he's a highly qualified and highly professional serial killer.

All of the evidence we've found in this case up to now

points to you most likely being, yes, you,

the next human sausage he'll put on the grill.

That psycho likes to burn his victims.

-They're staying. -I don't give a fuck!

You're not leaving a police car on my fucking driveway.

Look at me when I'm talking to you, damn it!

Tough shit. I know that cops are bad for business, but they're staying, Dulce.

Every once in a while

just bring them donuts and cups of hot coffee.

They are here for your protection.

I don't need their protection!

Goddaughter, I love you.

I swear, I love you.

And I'm worried about you.

These guys are staying.

That's the end of the fucking conversation.

End of the fucking conversation.

If I were the killer,

you'd already be dead.

I had no idea that today was goddamn April Fool's Day.

Why the fuck are you here?

The serial killer that Ezequiel was talking about…

-Mm-hmm. -It's Romero. I saw him.

-I already told you. -Mm-hmm.

You came all the way here with a pistol just to remind me of that?

No, I have a proposition.

Help me get rid of the murderer.

He killed my granddaughter.

And he killed your friend Pantera.

So we both have good reasons for wanting him taken care of.

And now, thanks to Ezequiel,

I know how to do it.

Okay, how?

I looked over the police reports on the case.

He's got a mole at the police station who's giving him information.

So here's the plan.

As soon as you get rid of that police patrol car,

he will know.

If he thinks that you're unprotected, he's gonna come for you.

You just stay right here.

I'll wait for him outside.

You're saying you wanna use me as bait, is that it?

Right.

Who wouldn't want to be bait for a serial killer

with some grandpa as protection?

Do you have a better idea?

Get ready.

'Cause tonight we go hunting.

GLADYS: SHE NEEDS TO STOP LOVING ME

Papa. We'd like to have a talk with you and Gladys.

You see, we came here because Amanda and I have been talking about Víctor.

His situation.

Someone in the family needs to take care of him.

And we'd like for everybody involved to consider, as a possibility,

for the two of us to be the ones taking care of Víctor.

What do you mean "taking care of Víctor"?

Nelson's situation is rather complicated

and we've got to think about what's best for Víctor.

And we think what's best for a child is to have stability.

And we can provide that for him.

We could even take custody of him if necessary.

Take custody? What are you talking about?

He already has a father.

And we still don't know what will happen to Nelson.

It's a bit premature to mention custody, isn't it?

Like I said, it's going to be complicated to get Nelson out of jail.

And yet your wife said I shouldn't lose hope earlier today.

But now I see it, you're banking on Nelson staying in jail

so you can have his son for yourselves.

-Gladys, please. -How could you say that?

First, you take my apartment and now you want to take my grandson?

What's up? Are you just sharing my spoils like a bunch of vultures?

Hey, Gladys, that's unfair.

We're only discussing what we think is best for Víctor, nothing else.

Gladys, he's our grandson, both yours and mine.

You have a lot of work with the bar

while I've got plenty of time to take care of him.

Besides, being with him

makes it easier to deal with Irene's death.

Well, that sounds just wonderful, Jimena.

Except that your grandson is a child,

not your therapy.

Gladys, you realize they're right.

If Nelson doesn't get out of jail,

how will you take care of Víctor?

With what?

The bar is a money pit, like you said.

You can't even make enough money to live in your own apartment.

Yeah, yeah.

You made it very clear to me that I don't have a house, Tirso.

You don't have to repeat it.

Listen to me, all right?

Even though you are rich and I am poor,

you won't take away my grandson.

This isn't about rich and poor, Gladys.

Of course it's about the rich and the poor!

It's always been about the rich and the poor!

That's why me and my son,

we've always felt like second-class citizens in Spain.

And in this house, it's the same thing.

I'll go and get a couple things and get out of your hair, Tirso.

And as soon as I get a place, a place where I can stay,

I'll be back for the rest of it.

And for my grandson.

Papa.

Shouldn't you go talk to her?

No.

We're closed.

Hello.

René, what are you doing here?

I was on my way to your house when I saw the bar open.

I've got news.

What news?

I spoke to the police officer Nelson assaulted

and we reached a financial agreement.

What does that mean?

He'll change his statement.

Nelson's getting out of jail.

Lord Almighty! I can't believe it!

Ah! Oh my God, thank you!

Get out of here, now!

We've got orders to stay here.

I don't care about your orders,

I want you out, now.

H50 to Z7.

Yeah, call your daddy, ask for his permission.

Entrevías Police.

Yeah.

Shit. Okay, give me a sec.

Dulce wants to get rid of the unit protecting her.

-What should they do? -Uh… Tell them to go.

Just come back here. Okay.

You sure about this?

Yeah.

I said yes. Trust me.

Watch your back.

Yeah. Now go away.

Come on, let's get the fuck out of here.

Just go back to your houses.

You don't have any?

You guys want to hang out at the industrial park?

It's getting cold.

I'm going there.

-I'll go with you. -No, no, no, no. No.

I'd rather go alone.

It's not that I'm worried, it's just that she's family and…

I need to handle this on my own, okay?

Listen to me, I just saw him.

Saw who?

The killer, he's here.

Okay, Ezequiel, I…

I'm sending back-up. Don't move, don't do anything.

He's right in front of me.

I'm not letting him get away, okay?

Ezequiel, just wait. He's a professional.

You know how dangerous he is. Please.

Ezequiel?

Shit!

Ezequiel, you alright?

He just fled in a car. I don't know the model.

Heading towards the industrial zone,

cut off all the exits to the industrial zone.

And tell 'em to stop every vehicle they see, every single car they see.

Copy that.

Dulce, Dulce!

Come here! Get out of there, right now.

That son of a bitch is very close.

Get outta there. Get on your bike and ride away!

-Now! -What the fuck? What do you--

Get outta there right now!

Now!

HARDWARE GUY

HARDWARE GUY

Damn.

Don't fight it. It's useless.

There's no need to resist,

seeing that all your muscles are paralyzed.

Except your eyes.

Dulce!

What happened?

What happened?

What?

Son of a bitch!

I finally found you.

You'll pay for everything you've done.

Fucking balls on this hardware guy.

Go to Hell!

Shit!

Don't worry, I'll be back.

No matter where you go, I'll kill you, you son of a bitch.

I'll fucking kill you.

It's from the security camera at the industrial park.

We got him.

Tirso Abantos.

Hardware man, barbecue guy.

A serial killer,

or whatever the fuck you want to call him.

We've got footage of you at two different locations

where crimes have been committed.

What were you doing there?

Just driving around in the car.

You're not alone, okay? You can count on Pepe and on me.

For the Third Company!

Third Company until we die!

-Nelson. -I'm just here for my son.

What the fuck does this wannabe gangster think he's doing?

My son is not for sale.

If you take him away, then we'll hire a lawyer.

I need to disappear for a while. Can't you let me stay here a day or two?

-Could you please? -What the fuck did you do to her?

-Where is she? -What are you talking about?

Tirso! Where the fuck is she?

Why didn't you inform me that Dulce had disappeared?

And you lied to me, your own inspector!

I'll notify head office so they can find you a new post.

And how can I be sure you won't tell anyone?

Don't move an inch or I'll stab you in the jugular.

We need to analyze your pistol, Tirso.

The report from Ballistics on the gun used yesterday.

That son of a bitch is the killer.

Issue an arrest warrant for Tirso Abantos.

You're under arrest.