[tense music playing]
[siren wailing]
THE TRINITY
LOVE MADRID
[music fades]
It was Antifa. They rammed the car
straight into the building.
Miraculously,
there were no serious injuries,
not even in the car.
How many arrests we got?
Six. Three from the left,
three from the right.
-Do you want to interrogate?
-No, just take 'em in.
-Good evening.
-You can take 'em in.
[man on radio] Copy.
Listen, we just received the warrant.
So now everyone gets evicted,
and the building's sealed.
[man 1] Let's go.
[tense music playing]
[Martín] All right, I need everyone
to pay attention over here.
Attention please, folks.
A judge has ordered
the evacuation of this building.
[crowd murmuring]
Everyone, please,
exit through the main door.
[overlapping disapproving chatter]
Everyone, let's stay calm and leave
the building via the main door, okay?
[man 2] Hey, come on. Please!
Everyone, please,
you all have to leave right now.
[Andújar] Martín.
They have minors upstairs.
Social Services is headed over here.
You see Maria Angeles?
Bring her up.
[Andújar] Maria Angeles,
we need you here, please.
Come on.
[music ends]
[baby cooing]
[woman] What's going on?
Who are you?
[murmuring]
Listen up, everyone.
All right, everyone, listen, please.
I need to have everyone's attention.
I sincerely am sorry,
but you need
to vacate the shelter right now.
We have a court order. I'm very sorry.
So please,
we need you to collect your things
and start making your way out.
Okay, my colleagues are here to help.
Whatever you need, just ask.
Hey, boss.
Sorry, but you gotta get movin'.
Hmm.
'Kay? And make sure you wrap up.
It's really cold.
So sorry, but you have to vacate now.
All right. Does she have shoes?
Come on. Let's make sure
we get your shoes on.
That's it.
Hey.
-What's your name?
-It's Ian.
Oh, really? That's the same name
as my coworker, right?
Hi, sir. You have to go. I'm sorry.
[Andújar] You need anything,
let me know, okay?
[Carla] Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?
Throwing people in need out on the street?
How can you do this?
-Ma'am, please.
-Get your hand off!
Ma'am, I need to ask you to leave, now.
Spanish people are paying your salaries!
Quieten down, or we'll have issues.
How can they drive into our shelter
and be victims?
-Get her out of here, guys.
-Shame on you!
-Whatever you say.
-It's shameful!
Would you just let me go?
What you're doing hurts!
Can anyone tell me
what we're doing wrong here?
Senseless! How can you separate kids
and their parents.
-Have a heart!
-Have you seen how old that lady is?
-They depend on us here!
-[Julia] This can't happen!
[Nacho] Entire families rely on
what we're doing here!
You're robbing them
of the little help they have!
Some of them can't get around alone!
Come on!
These are Spanish families.
Get rid of the batons!
There are people who really
need this place!
[Max] We give them food because
they're our people, from our country!
[Mateo] Show these people some respect!
There are elderly people here, man!
-You people have no shame.
-[Tibu] These people are all from Spain!
This whole thing makes
my stomach hurt, I swear.
Yeah. It's not something
you ever get used to.
-[Salvador] Hey, uh… Detective.
-What are you doing here?
I was just visiting.
I was trying to get out
of here for a while, but…
Come with me, if you would.
[Adolfo] Salva?
Please.
[Israel] You're all shameless!
Why are you here?
No idea.
Um, not sure.
I was looking for answers, I suppose.
Oh, you want answers? Really?
[sighs]
For your sake
and for the sake of the investigation,
I highly recommend
you knock off the meddling.
[protesting continues in background]
You don't have any kids, right?
Don't give me that.
It's not the first time I've seen
a father trying to be the hero.
And I'm truly very sorry
about what you're going through,
but you need to trust us here.
You haven't really given
me any reason to yet.
That man over there, with the beard…
His name is Maximo.
Maximo Jimenez Robledo.
Historian.
He teaches history at a high school,
and his students don't listen to him,
so he's frustrated.
He's lost his authority as a teacher.
[inaudible dialogue]
Which is probably the reason
he goes around beating people up
and extorting business owners.
[painful grunting]
Son of a b*tch!
From now on,
all sales from the door are ours!
Or else every f*cking day, I come do this.
-All right.
-Got it?
They offer protection.
But if the businesses choose to deny it,
then they give them a reason to hire them.
And not just that.
He and his nephew, Nacho Robledo,
the good-looking one, he sells apartments.
Your daughter's boyfriend.
They work as a team, and their side hustle
is jacking drug dealers.
Basically, they show up
under the pretense of a deal and…
I think you get it.
[man] Hey, homie!
-Good to see you again, fool!
-[Max] What's good, brother?
-[Max] Hey, don't move.
-[man] Whoa, whoa.
-What is this?
-[Tibu] Drop the bag.
sh*t. That's it. That's it.
-That's it. Let's go!
-[man] Where you going?
Come on. Not cool!
That, in part, covers financing
their humanitarian show with Madrid.
But that's just a front
to whitewash their image.
It started with the football thing,
but… after the stadiums had them banned,
just became an excuse for them,
nothing more.
Look.
See the guy with the camera?
They record everything.
And then they use it
to weaponize messages of hate.
They flood social media with fake news,
hoaxes, doctored videos…
Seriously, I can't even.
There's are kids,
and they're separated from their parents.
So… So what are you telling me?
Well, that girl…
she reminds me of your daughter.
Julieta Ruiz de Azúa.
Wealthy and progressive parents.
He teaches at a university.
She's a biologist.
Private schools, vacations,
and a whole lot
of demonstrations and protests.
Anti-austerity, tar protests,
climate change…
[poignant music playing]
So how does that girl end up here?
Because of the fact
that these guys were there…
when her parents were not.
Because sometimes that's all it takes.
[clamoring]
-[man] This is shameful!
-[woman] Totally shameful!
[Dorado] Absolutely, of course.
Yes, sir.
[man on phone] Don't let us down again.
Yes, we'll handle it.
I'll take care of it and… Sir, I'm sorry.
I'll talk to you later.
[grunts]
Martín!
Quite a scene you caused
over there at Love Madrid.
You must be pleased.
Dorado, what's wrong?
I just got reamed.
That was the Ministry of the Interior.
It wasn't warranted.
When do you plan on arresting
that son of a b*tch
who set our colleague on fire?
-Yes, we're on it.
-So you've said, detective.
And I'll say it again.
It's very difficult to arrest
any of the White Souls…
when they're secretly receiving protection
and warnings left and right
within our system.
-What are you insinuating?
-Nothing at all. I'm just stating it.
There are judges, lawyers,
and patriotic f*cking police officers
who are protecting these dirtbags.
Everyone knows it.
Okay? So, we do what we can.
Listen, I want the as*h*le that pitched
the damn Molotov c*ck in here,
in custody by the end of the day!
Ignacio.
Why not ask your brother to help out?
[tense music playing]
What did you say?
Your brother's the lawyer
for the White Souls, right?
Well, sh*t. Why can't he help us out?
[Dorado sighs]
[bell ringing]
EL CID THE CHAMPION
THE STORY OF A SPANISH HERO
[Alejandro] El Cid.
Was he fighting with the Christians
against the Muslims,
or with the Muslims
against the Christians?
A mercenary.
Quite a bit like you.
I'm never gonna land on the wrong side.
Max…
My brother needs to close
on this mounted officer case.
He needs a scapegoat.
Someone's head has to roll.
When the Crusaders k*lled a Muslim,
they would cut off the man's head
and carry it around like a trophy.
That's how they used to make heads roll.
Your brother wants one of our guys?
He should study some history.
This is the 21st century.
Things are different.
It's been a thousand years.
But this could actually help us.
Especially with that grieving dad
we got hanging around.
The father's irrelevant.
But Milena and Nacho,
my nephew, were together.
He loved her, and he's hurting.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
What do I tell my brother?
That he should close up the investigation
dealing with that missing business owner.
Well, I attempted that. He's not biting.
Get us into our headquarters
at Love Madrid.
That's the judge's decision.
I don't care if it's up to
our Lord Jesus Christ himself.
You get us back into Love Madrid,
or no deal at all.
Okay then. Fine.
The name. Who's gonna be the scapegoat?
You.
[both chuckle softly]
My brother needs to get
footage of the arrest.
You can tell him he'll get his video,
but he better honor his part of the deal.
Mm.
[door opens]
[music ends]
Okay. Go easy.
-Hey there.
-[Toni] Hi, guys.
Guy dropped from the fourth floor
without a harness or a helmet
and probably has no insurance.
-Ready? One, two, and three.
-All right, watch it. Careful. Easy.
-What's his name?
-Hassan, he's undocumented.
And hey, watch the visits,
'cause the site managers will want him
to tell their version of the events.
That's if the guy makes it, because…
I'm going to the bathroom.
He's got a traumatic brain injury.
Bleeding out of his left ear.
Conscious throughout everything.
-Marjane.
-[Marjane] What's up, Salva?
Hey, the opiates are all gone.
There's no fentanyl and… no morphine?
Who's in charge of restocking meds now?
[somber music playing]
Hey! Yo, hey, you!
Where the f*ck are you going?
I don't have to tell you where I'm going.
Huh?
Just leave me alone, man.
Hey, no! Actually, I don't understand.
Hey, hey, excuse me! Hey!
Hey! Hey, hey!
[music ends]
[siren blaring]
[siren stops]
[tense music rises]
[music fades]
You know, you made a scene out there.
Which is just what you need
right about now, huh?
They discharged the guy
and no one told me?
When do we ever give you that info?
It's the first time
the patient k*lled my daughter.
I deserve an explanation.
Elena, I just need to know
who k*lled Milena.
I won't ask anything else.
Just let Milena rest in peace.
Yes, that's exactly what I wanna do.
All right, look, Salva.
I've been an E.R. nurse
for over fifteen years.
If there's one thing I've learned,
it's impossible to console a father
after losing his daughter.
Especially if he feels responsible for it.
She's not coming back.
And you won't ever fix all the things
that went so wrong with her.
[somber music playing]
NATIONAL POLICE
I don't believe this guy.
-[Andújar] Is there an emergency nearby?
-Well, yeah.
Why did you release that French guy?
-Because he had nothing to do with it.
-That's a complete lie.
He's an ultra, he's not innocent.
All his social accounts have pictures
like this one. There's dozens.
What did you not understand
about our talk earlier
and how these people operate?
Look, we need evidence
or we can't do a thing.
And an arrest is out of the question.
Evidence? You're looking for it, right?
-[Andújar] Not at the moment.
-Should I look for it then?
We're not looking for it now.
We're here wasting our time with you.
Just go home.
[Carla] Julia, I'll take that.
You clean up here and make sure
no one needs anything outside.
All right.
-I wanna have the thigh.
-When you've earned it.
Experience earns authority.
I need to get him a name.
It's the only way to get Love Madrid back.
-I've been thinking it over and, uh--
-It's Julia.
[Max] Well…
The new ones get
the short end of the stick.
They have to do the grunt work.
If they don't like it,
they're welcome to get the f*ck out.
-Julia has a daughter…
-[Mateo] She doesn't now.
They're not living together.
If she goes to jail, who'd care?
Unless you get a pass now
'cause you're a woman.
No, I mean it. I can post it online…
so the new recruits are all informed.
"Here we practice
positive discrimination."
I'll make the call now.
[phone vibrating]
Have we got our perp?
[Max] It's done.
I'll send you the details.
[call disconnects]
[doorbell ringing]
Sorry. I didn't know
when you would be here.
Uh… well, we agreed I'd come help you
with the rest of Milena's clothes.
Yeah, yeah, I just… I forgot. I'm sorry.
Hey, what's this?
You're selling apartments in Valencia?
Uh… oh, that's nothing.
-It's for a unit I might end up renting.
-You're leaving?
That was the plan.
Open up a bar near the beach.
But now, I, uh…
I don't know. It's ridiculous.
No, no, it isn't, Nacho.
-I've considered it.
-Oh yeah?
Well, yeah.
As soon as the police give me back
my daughter, I'll find work there…
-Live at the beach.
-Do it.
If you're able to.
Aren't your parents pretty loaded?
No, I don't have parents.
-Anyway, uh… let's get this done.
-Yeah. Sounds good.
Look. All of Milena's clothes are
on that rack there.
Okay? I can't… I can't even go near it.
-I just… I really can't.
-Nacho, it's all good.
-That's the reason I'm here.
-All right.
Well, just grab her things,
put it in those containers right there,
and give 'em to her dad.
-Hang on, her father?
-Yeah.
But Milena didn't want him around.
Yeah, but I don't want to give it
to someone who will sell it.
Her father loved her.
I mean, it seemed that way, y'know?
I'll go handle it.
[exhales]
[somber music playing]
HONOR IS CALLED LOYALTY
[clicks tongue]
[tearfully] God f*cking damn it, girl.
[sighs]
[music fades]
[TV chatter buzzing]
[keys jingling]
[toilet flushing]
You have a visitor in the kitchen.
A young lady.
[upbeat music playing in background]
-Hey, guys.
-[man] Hey, man.
This is unexpected.
Nacho requested that
I get you Milena's stuff.
That is, if you want it.
-If not, I'm gonna keep it, and---
-No, no, no. Leave it, please.
-Uh… you… you want anything to drink…?
-No, no, no.
I don't know how you're able to live here.
What is this, a warehouse?
Well, it's all I can afford right now.
And I like my housemates.
Mm.
Any of them from here?
No, they're all immigrants.
Really nice.
Save the speech, okay?
My parents said the same stuff.
[inhales] All for multiculturalism
and tolerance, and how we're all equals.
And at the end of the day,
they were… well, they were just like you.
What's that like?
You act as if you're very concerned,
but you never do anything about it.
What happened to you?
No. Don't act like you're interested.
You already have your daughter's stuff.
Nothing could interest me more.
I just wanna understand.
Well, I got pregnant, first of all.
By a thug from Usera.
El Malaga. That was his street name.
He'd never read a book in his life.
And one day, I decided to take him home.
My folks
nearly called the police on sight.
"He's not good enough for you."
"You can't have his kid.
We all make mistakes."
So very tolerant, huh?
Such progressive and cool hippies.
Yeah, well, y'know…
us parents also mess up.
-Mm-hmm.
-And yes, they were hypocrites.
-But from that to the White Souls?
-Oh no, no, no.
I wasn't a r*cist early on.
It's just, when I did move out
I had to make a living however I could.
That's when reality hits.
And that reality is…
No professor of comparative literature
is washing up on our shore
in some cheap-a*s boat
to take my father's job.
But supermarket stock workers
are a dime a dozen.
And I'll stomp out anyone trying
to take work from me.
And if they're dark-skinned
and that's r*cist to you, then…
Listen, you want this or not?
[gentle music playing]
Were Milena and you good friends?
Yeah.
Then you should hold onto it.
I'm sure that Milena would've
preferred that you had it.
Yeah, no doubt.
I feel like you could've just said that
from the start.
[dice rattles]
[door opens]
[door closing echoing]
-[indistinct chatter]
-[music fades]
Hey. We're going for a drink, wanna join?
-Oh yeah? What's the occasion?
-That we closed the case.
Look.
The chick who threw the Molotov c*ck.
Enchanting and evil!
She's a journalist's dream.
[ominous music playing]
Where did you get this?
They could do
a whole television miniseries with this.
Fancy house, progressive parents,
tons of dough, house in Mallorca…
and three armed robberies.
Textbook trust-fund woke warrior.
Yes, but where did you…
where did you find her?
What's the problem here?
Is it that she's a girl?
Equality also exists for radicals.
You're a woman,
you should be overjoyed to hear it.
I think you guys are mistaken.
I guess we'll see.
At the moment, the ministry is ecstatic.
I'll pass.
[Dorado] Let's go.
[phone line ringing]
Julia.
Martín, I'm gonna need you
to front me some cash.
I'd like to get my kid something here,
but it's all so pricey.
You won't get to bring it to her.
Why not?
Because they're arresting you, Julia.
What do you mean, "arresting"?
You promised you'd get
the robberies dropped if I helped you--
It was your guys that did it.
The White Souls.
They're saying you were the one
who threw the Molotov on Castellana.
No.
No, that's impossible. There's no way.
They needed to pick a scapegoat.
And they chose you.
My a*s, they were who chose me.
That's bullshit, okay?
[tense music rises]
Move, dickhead!
[door thudding]
-You don't call first?
-You are m*therf*ckers!
-What?
-You and your uncle are f*cking assholes!
-You're f*cking b*stards!
-What are you talking about?
I'm gonna be arrested
because you both f*cking sold me out!
-For the thing with the cop!
-Why would they?
Probably because your uncle felt
that between the two of us,
he'd prefer that
I'm the one in prison, not you!
Where did you hear all this sh*t?
Who said this?
Does it matter? It f*cking doesn't.
I heard it at the bar.
It matters!
Did you hear that from my uncle?
Why the hell would he say that to me?
Why did he tell me?
Then I'll get it all figured out!
I promise you.
f*ck, dude!
[exhales]
All right?
Okay?
Today is my daughter's birthday. Today!
I didn't have anything for her. Nothing.
[music fades]
Okay. What'd you want to get her?
Well, a mother
who's not stuck in prison for one.
You smell like Milena. [inhales]
[tense music playing]
[heavy breathing]
[Nacho] Wow, this one's gorgeous.
-[Julia] Had you not seen it?
-No, not that I remember.
[Max] What's up, nephew! [chuckles]
The parents are worse than the kids here.
One said they were filing a complaint.
He doesn't like what I'm teaching his kid.
He's assuming
the idiot managed to learn anything.
[scoffs] sh*t.
Not Julia.
It has to be her.
I was the one who hit the cop that night.
Of course, that's the reason.
-I'm not gonna let Julia go down for this.
-That's not your decision.
It's not my decision, really?
Yes, it is actually my decision.
Tons of followers join us
just to get something out of us, you know.
And she doesn't. She's loyal.
So get someone else to do it. All right?
So make the call.
-Make the call, right now!
-Calm your a*s down.
This is a school. Shut it, kid!
[indistinct chatter]
[sighs]
[phone line ringing]
-Let's go, guys. Let's go!
-Come on, move it. Come on. Quick!
Here we go, guys, quickly and efficiently.
Quickly and efficiently. Let's go.
All right, everyone, don't move!
Police.
Everyone up against the bar. Let's go!
Are you nervous, dude?
[officer] Let's go!
Get your hands where we can see 'em!
-[man] Don't touch me, damn it!
-[officer] Hands in the air. Make it fast.
Legs apart and hands where we can see 'em!
-Jorge Hidalgo Extremera.
-Yeah, who's asking?
Just calm down.
You're under arrest for assaulting
a law enforcement officer.
What're you talking about?
-Get your eyes forward!
-[Carla] What's she doing?
You're coming with us.
-Max!
-[Andújar] Easy, easy.
[Tibu] Max!
-[Martín] Let's go.
-Max, dude. No! Max!
[Martín] Move it! Come on!
[officer] Don't think about it!
-[Martín] Let's go.
-[officer] Hands on the bar, you guys!
Let's go! Keep your heads down!
MADRID GENERAL HOSPITAL
EMS STATION
[intriguing music playing]
[woman on TV] We're reporting live
from the press conference being held
by Chief Inspector Ignacio Dorado.
[Dorado] Thank you all for being here.
I'd like to announce that last night,
a team of our own police officers
have apprehended and arrested
the perpetrator alleged to have attacked…
so brutally,
our mounted officer, Abel Garcia Turrion,
who continues to fight
for his life in the hospital.
The arrest took place
at the bar El Pollo Frito,
a regular rendezvous of the White Souls.
The suspect's name is
Jorge Hidalgo Extremera,
also known as Tibu, and he's a member
of this offshoot group of extremists.
Violent individuals who have been
a plague on our country for years.
The White Souls are also
known to be involved in drug trafficking,
extortion, and various kidnappings.
Our sincere wish is that the arrest
can offer our colleague, Abel,
a bit of hope in the hospital…
while he fights on.
-Stupid f*cking pig shitheads. Disgusting.
-[phone vibrating]
SALVADOR NEIGHBOR
-Salvador.
-Mateo.
-You're watching now?
-Yeah, I'm watching it.
It's all a lie.
Don't trust anything they say.
They're essentially comparing
your friends to t*rrorists.
Oh, what they say'll get even worse.
They'll arrest Tibu,
but any of us could've been taken in.
It's completely fake, pretend.
The police are terrified and wanted
a scapegoat to take the heat off.
It's beyond obvious! None of the videos
show Tibu throwing the Molotov,
Cops wanna look like
they're doing their jobs.
Oh! So you got that recorded,
but not Milena rioting, is that right?
You're all talk. You're full of it!
[siren wailing]
[Salvador] They didn't give a damn
who it was in the end.
The police just wanted to send a message.
"We're effective,
and if you touch one of us,
be ready because we'll come for you."
Salva, that's… that's normal.
That's how all of us are.
-Touch one of us, and I mean--
-Right, but they did touch one of us!
They m*rder*d my daughter!
They did it right in front of tons
of witnesses, and it doesn't matter!
-Especially not to the police.
-Salva, fine. But they are investigating.
Want them to arrest
the first innocent guy they find
just to put you at ease again?
I want them to do their jobs.
Nothing more, nothing less.
And that's to defend the citizens.
Salva, it's… it's not
us against them or anything.
I completely get that you… you want to get
to the bottom and find the truth,
and I get that, to you, it tracks,
but not everything has an explanation.
The police ending their investigations
because the victim's someone
they don't like has an explanation.
And it has a name also.
I think that you're listening to someone
who's saying what you want to hear.
Think whatever you want to.
I will.
KING OF THE CAPITAL
[somber music playing]
[doorbell rattling]
[indistinct chatter]
-[Carla] What can I get you?
-Nothing.
The police aren't trying to catch
that Arab b*stard anymore.
Well, of course not, hon.
You're surprised?
And how much would it cost
if I asked you to do it?
[shocked laugh]
You got it all wrong.
How much?
We take action because we believe
in these things, in our hearts.
You heard they shut down
Love Madrid as well?
[Salvador] Hmm.
Well, the people still need our help,
so something has to be done.
I don't understand.
What is it the Arabs say?
"If Muhammad won't go to the mountain,
the mountain will have to come to him."
There you go.
If they're not gonna let people in need
come to us, we'll have to go to them.
Tomorrow we're going to go
pass out some food in Lavapiés.
In Lavapiés?
Do you have a lot of followers there?
Oh, we've got
followers everywhere, sweetheart.
It's true that there are places
we're more accepted.
But still…
I really worry about my guys.
There could be an angry local
trying to scrap.
Someone could get hurt.
Having a doctor would help.
[tense music playing]
Especially one with an ambulance.
Quid pro quo.
Whatever you say.
[overlapping chatter, laughter]
[Israel] Nacho, hang on.
Sweetie, with the books,
make sure you arrange them nicely.
-[woman] Got it.
-[Max] I'll bring some more.
[woman] Awesome.
Nacho, here. This one's all set.
-How are you?
-Fine.
[Carla] The flyers?
[Max] Nacho, these are ready
to be handed out, all right?
[Carla] Hey, don't bring
any more cookies for now.
[Mateo] Long live Spain!
All right, everyone. Just form a line!
[Julia] There are lots of people.
Plus whoever's not here yet.
This is also like…
[Mateo] Love Madrid.
We help our compatriots.
Long live Spain.
[woman on radio] Alpha 25, we have
a code 1-6 in the Embajadores area.
Are you nearby?
Actually, we're at least
15 minutes away from there.
Dispatch, Alpha 17 is five minutes away.
We'll take it.
-We aren't that far at all.
-Oh sh*t.
Oh sh*t. I was confused.
Well, whatever. 17's got it.
[Nacho] There's more stuff ready here.
We'll replenish as we go.
[Carla] Okay.
If you go ahead and hop in line,
we can help in just a minute.
[Julia] Pasta, bread, coffee, napkins…
Come on up. Let's go, guys. Come closer.
We have all this for free.
You pay nothing!
Here you go, sir. Pasta, bread, rice.
Okay, can we please get
elderly people to the front, guys?
They earned it, you know!
[Indistinct chatter]
[Julia] Come on, folks!
Everyone, get closer. This is all free!
There's Black people all over here, jeez.
At the rate we're going, Mateo,
and everyone in power
all oblivious to the problem,
with every event
more Spaniards will unite.
Would you like that one?
Too heavy for you? No?
Yes, here you go.
-Thanks.
-Would you like a book?
-No, honey, not you.
-[Julia] Right here! It's all free, guys!
-Your parents have to come pick it up.
-All right.
-[Julia] No. No.
-Oh, I'm actually Spanish.
But this is for Spaniards
who are actually born here.
Sorry, love.
-This is for patriots only.
-[woman] I have ID with me…
Yeah, I'm Spanish. I have ID.
Yeah, Spanish from Caracas.
-Hey, I'm Spanish, damn it! I have ID!
-[Carla] Enough. Let's go.
-f*cking fascists.
-What the hell are you here for?
It's not your neighborhood.
You came to cause problems.
If you got a problem with helping,
then yeah, we're here to help out.
Fascists! We don't want you
in our neighborhood!
Look, buddy, there's a public bathroom
right there if you wanna wash up.
-Hey…
-[Max] What are you doing?
[Nacho] This is only for people from here.
It's not the immigrants
that are displacing us here.
It's all the vulture funds
that are used to buy up all our houses
to resell them back to the wealthy!
-[crowd cheering]
-[Max] Bullshit!
-[indistinct debating]
-[applause]
-[man 1] Fascists!
-[Israel] No dog food here, sorry.
We came here to help, all right?
To help? Who are you helping?
Why don't you give that kid some food,
then give some food to this kid here!
Hey! Calm down, okay?
Hey! Take it down a notch,
Come on, hit me. Why not, man?
That's why you're here, right?
You're not gonna hit me, you f*cking liar.
-[Max] Calm down.
-[man 1] I'm very calm.
[Max] If you're not here
for food, get out.
[man 1] You get out! Fascists!
-[Max] Just relax, okay?
-Hey, hey, hey!
-[crowd clamoring]
-[Max] Hey, d*ck!
[man 2] What's wrong with you?
[clamoring continues]
Hey! Hey!
[Nacho] We came to help.
You've got a bad attitude!
Get out of here!
-You've gotta be born here.
-[Carla] We came to help Spaniards. No!
Why don't you just
let us help the Spaniards?
Our Spaniards!
Hey! Don't… Get out the way! Get away!
[clamoring continues]
Hey, we came here to help!
Ow! Ah!
[tense music rises]
[phone vibrating]
-Should I get it?
-[Salvador] No.
-I'm here.
-Salvador.
Uh, listen, we're passing out food.
Carla got thrown down the stairs.
-Can you get here?
-Where are you guys?
We're in… Lavapiés
at the Argumosa Street exit.
I'm there.
-Who was that?
-There's an injury over at Lavapiés.
-And you were called?
-It's people I'm acquainted with.
Well, they should call 911.
We can't take a call
without authorization.
C'mon, are we saving people
or following protocols?
-Well, I won't go.
-All right. Fine, Marjane.
[siren wailing]
[clamoring]
-[woman] Stop!
-We got a right to be here.
Son of a b*tch. Get out of here!
-Well, hit me then!
-I'm gonna kick your a*s, dickhead!
-Nacho!
-Guys, move it, please. Please, guys!
[woman] Get out of the way!
[Toni] Move aside, please!
-What happened?
-[Carla] I was pushed.
-Are you in pain?
-My neck.
-We'll take it from here.
-[Marjane] Let's turn.
Okay. Don't move. That's it.
-Slowly. One, two… That's it.
-[Toni] On two.
They pushed her down, Salvador.
-Toni, neck brace.
-Yeah.
[Carla] He got it on camera.
They're all parasites.
Okay, she's all yours.
-[Salvador] Let's go. All right. Okay.
-[Marjane] Here.
This goes on the floor.
There we go, good.
Okay. There we are.
-Toni'll stay with you, all right?
-[Carla] Mm.
I doubt that anything is broken,
but we want to take X-rays to be sure.
It's so great that you're here. Really.
You already knew about this, didn't you?
-You knew, right?
-What are you saying?
Salvador, we drove around this area
a whole hour before you received the call.
No, you're wrong.
This person's hurt.
Let's get to the hospital.
Salva.
I get what's happening.
And I even get the reason
that you're doing it.
But I will absolutely not,
under any circumstance,
allow you to abuse this work.
Is that clear?
[gentle music playing]
[siren wailing]
THE GARDEN CHILDREN'S HOME
[Julia] Ana. Ana!
Ana, come here!
Let me tie your shoes so you don't fall.
-I won, Mommy, I did it!
-Great, sweetie. Lift up your foot.
Don't know who tied these,
but tell 'em to do it way tighter.
You'll have to learn yourself
'cause you're a big girl now.
Go on. Go play.
-You made quite a scene today, huh?
-Well, hey, come on, you…
you guys threw entire families
out of Love Madrid,
how is that for disgusting?
Why did you ask me here?
-This'll look great on her, won't it?
-That's too small for her.
It's gonna look perfect
because I'm that girl's mother,
and I know better than anyone.
Kids grow up, Julia.
And they forget.
What'd you want to say?
Tibu had nothing
to do with the thing with the cop.
It was all orchestrated by the lawyer,
Dorado, and his brother.
And where did you hear this?
Nacho.
Well, I wanna say,
you really helped me out today. I mean it.
It's for my daughter, not you.
I hope she enjoys it.
We'll talk soon.
Ana!
Ana, come here. I want you to try this on.
[gentle music playing]
You can go ahead.
[keyboard clacking]
[clamoring]
[man on video] In breaking news,
immigrants were involved in a brawl
in Lavapiés
during a community food giveaway
sponsored by a group of volunteers
from the non-profit Love Madrid.
One of the resulting injuries was endured
by the charity's senior manager.
Subsequently, just a few minutes ago,
Judge Virginia Roldan ordered
that the charity's premises be reopened,
following litigation from its lawyer,
Alejandro Dorado.
[somber music intensifies]
[celebratory chanting]
ONE HOMELAND, ONE FIGH
[intriguing music playing]
[music fades]
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