01x04 - Lo que se esconde bajo la alfombra

[bunniefuu]

Look at me.

I just saved your life.

But I don't like you.

I don't like you at all.

Why?

- Because I'm a panchito?
- No.

Because you are a sh*thole.

And everyone who gets near you falls in.

You destroyed Irene's whole life.

And now we're in it up to our necks,
all thanks to your a*s.

I don't remember asking for your help.

You see anything?

We're all clear.

I-I-I don't think anyone followed us.

- Have you hidden the van somewhere?
- Yeah, yeah.

What just happened...

- never happened.
- Uh-huh.

Is that clear?

We'll never speak of it again.

You. You don't say sh*t to anyone.

I don't want you bragging about this
to the purse snatchers you hang out with.

- I'm not an idiot.
- Yes, you are.

- But, Captain...
- Let him go.

To the Third Company.

To the Third until the end.

Grandpa.

What happened?

Where is Nelson? Did you find him?

Yeah, he's fine.

Bullshit. Swear to me.

I swear.

Go to bed.

Go on, go to bed.

Hey, someone's knocking
on the back wall over there.

Either the c*ck
have learned Morse code,

or Irene is trying to tell you something.

Psst. Hey, do you hear me?

Nelson.

Nelson!

- What's up with you?
- Nothing.

What's the problem?

The problem, Mom, is that it's time
that Irene and I put a hold on everything.

Come on.

But three days ago you were all set
to run away with her. What's up with this?

What happened?

What happened?

Sweetie, I'm your mother,
you can tell me anything.

They r*ped her, mamá.

They r*ped Irene the night
that she was beaten.

That's horrible, son.

That's terrible.

Poor Irene.

Those b*stards.

- See, the problem is I'm just a sh*thole.
- No, no, no.

Everything that gets near me falls in.

- No, what are you talking about?
- Her grandfather's right.

All I do is make trouble
for the people that I love.

Irene, you, everybody.

Did that old prick say something to you?

- Is he toying with you?
- He's right.

Irene was happy until she met me.

Irene is crazy for you.

You have to know that she loves you.

It's not your fault
that you're so handsome.

- And brave, and that you're intelligent.
- Oh, come on now.

You love each other, Nelson,
and nobody can stop you.

That's exactly it.

Because I love her, it's probably best
she's not around me.

What gives you the right
to make that decision for her?

That's not fair.

You better go visit her.

Her grandpa won't allow it.

Oh, that guy is just a stupid old man
who sells screws.

Forget him.

Irene needs your support more than ever.

Go and see her, tell her how you feel,

and if afterwards you two decide
that it's better for you to break up,

then you break up, and that's it.

Yeah?

Everything will be fine, my love.

Hey...

Sandrito.

So there was a bunch of dope
in that drug flat, huh?

The firemen on the scene were telling me
that they went back home

and they were as high as a kite.
Pour me another rum.

Get this b*tch up.
Get this b*tch up right now.

So you're the one who's supposed
to be protecting me, huh?

Well, looks like some son of a b*tch

had the f*cking ba*ls
to burn down my drug flat.

What do you think about that?
What do you think about that, huh?

You're finished, Sandro.

You hear that, you b*stard?
You'll be dead.

Actually, you're the b*stard
who's finished.

You're no good for this f*cking sh*t.

m*therf*cker. I want you out.

Out of what exactly?
Out of that f*cking gangster movie

that you're writing
in that f*cking brain of yours?

- Out of what?
- Out of everything.

I've seen this coming.
I've been preparing.

Got me some new contacts,
new suppliers, new safehouses,

and best of all,
new snitch b*tches from your department,

working for me at all hours.

You're finished. You're washed up, baby.

Accept it, no one respects you.
No one's afraid of you now.

And I'm going to prove it.

- Come on, let's go.
- Sandro.

Sandro.

Sandro!

You're finished.
Sandro, Sandro!

- Move it! Come on!
- Sandro!

Come on out, shithead.

Lookie here!

Take a good look, everyone!

Take a good f*cking look!

Look up, as*h*le. Look up,
let them see you, let them see you.

Give them a show, you see?
This snitch b*tch is nobody!

Am I clear? He's a nobody!

What, what? Why you're dancing around?

You want to find work as a stripper?
What, limp d*ck?

What do you want, huh?

You look great with jewels
on your ba*ls, Ezequiel.

You know, Ezequiel, what time it is?

Time to go the f*ck home now, b*tch.
Get the f*ck out of here.

m*therf*cker, I said run!
I told you, move your a*s!

Listen up, everybody!

Not one of you m*therf*ckers is to lift
a finger to help this b*tch snitch.

Or you're looking to get f*cked, hear me?

Let's go.

One more step and you'll be eating
this bag of garbage.

You'd be doing me a favor.
Save me a few flights of stairs.

Look, I'm here to see Irene.

Tell me, what part of our discussion
last night wasn't clear?

- It's impossible to keep me from her.
- Oh, it's possible.

As a matter of fact,
you can count on that.

What the f*ck's going on?

If you don't force him back inside,
then I'm going to.

My love, did he do something to you?

Suck a d*ck.

You little sh*t, I'm watching you,
make no mistake.

Just back off.
Let's have peace instead of problems.

I'm only trying to protect
my granddaughter.

- From who, my son?
- Yes, from your son.

Be sure he keeps his distance from Irene.

Or you'll do what?

I will call the police.

I'm curious about what they'll say
about you squatting next-door.

You're ridiculous.

If we weren't Latin Americans,
you wouldn't treat us like this. r*cist.

Ah, you're from Latin America?
I had no idea.

I thought the noise coming through
my walls was just a soap opera,

but no, it was you.

f*ck you, as*h*le.

Should I speak more soap opera, or is that
authentically Spanish enough for you?

- Hey there, pretty boy, come on over here!
- Ah, so handsome.

Where is he going?

Holy sh*t.

Ezequiel.

Looking handsome.

Not looking half bad yourself.

Well, with me, you know,
I look good in everything.

I just heard a report on the radio
about a naked guy

grabbing clothes
off some lady's clothesline.

Would you know anything about that?

What do you think, Amanda?

Was the lady a hottie?

Alright, jump in.

While you still have a shred
of your dignity.

You insulted Nelson. What the hell?

That kid is no good for you.

Because of him you're in this mess.

Nelson didn't do anything.

Well, it's one of two things,
that boy's a bad influence, or you are.

But in either situation,
it's not good for you to be together.

That's between my boyfriend and me.

This is my house and those are the rules.

The only f*cking rule in this place is
to keep me from seeing my boyfriend.

Yeah, maybe. That's just rule number one.

The second is that you better come down
to the hardware store.

I'm not going to leave you here
for Pancho Villa to come sneaking in.

- You can't make me.
- Yes. Oh yes, I can.

You have ten seconds
before I force you out that door.

Ten, nine, eight...

Hello, I'm Cristina Moreno,
the psychologist.

- Is Irene home?
- Irene? What are you talking about?

- What do you want?
- To start our sessions.

Your daughter told me
you'd been informed about it.

My daughter says a lot of dumb things.

It's difficult to keep them all
in my head.

Sorry, but right now
we don't need any psychologists.

I think we do.

Some of us more than others.

- Please, let's go to my room.
- Thank you.

What were you doing
naked in the street?

Fighting. Fighting for nudism,

that great misunderstood movement
of the 21st century.

Ezequiel, I'm your boss.
So, what's going on?

I was romantically entangled with a woman
and her husband barged in.

Unfortunately for all involved, the whole
situation got a little bit violent.

- Is this a joke?
- Oh, no, no, no.

Well, my life is a joke. My problems
are like the comedy tapes of Arévalo.

Have you called Internal Affairs yet?

I thought you had contacts everywhere.
Yeah, I called them.

They'll be in touch with you soon.

Well, thanks for that, Amanda.

I bet you can't tell me how many people
have been violently m*rder*d

in Entrevías in the last 15 years.

Not one, Amanda.

And in part, at least, it's a result
of my knowing what's got to be done.

As a f*cking policeman in a f*cking
city neighborhood like this one.

Obviously there's no plan
to name a public square after me,

they'll give that to you.

My name, Amanda,

my name lives on forever
in some disciplinary file somewhere.

Is or isn't my life
like an Arévalo comedy tape?

Last night the drug flat in the park
burned down.

You know about it?

More madness, Amanda, more madness.
This is w*r.

I truly believe it is.
I bet Sandro wants vengeance.

I put every man on alert.

And the truth is that every officer
counts right now.

I'd like to help, but I'm in a bit of a
pickle with Internal Affairs, and I just...

Look, Ezequiel,
I don't want to ruin your life.

Please come back,
and tell me everything that you do.

I want to be told what you're going to do
before you even do it. You got me?

Improvisation is kind of my thing.

Yeah, and my thing is being a real b*tch
when I'm left in the dark about things.

Briefing tomorrow at the station,
9.30 a.m. Don't be late.

And wear something discreet, please.

- Captain.
- Take it easy. How you been?

Yes, yes, I've been fine.

They're saying last night
some punks went and set a f-f-fire

to the drug flat out in the park.
Completely destroyed it.

No, you don't say.

- And any idea who they were?
- N-N-No.

B-B-But men... But men working for Sandro
are m-m-making the rounds

and they're trying to f-f-find
a white van,

- supposedly what they were driving.
- A white van, huh?

- There's a lot of white vans out there.
- I hope so.

So, I-I-I better see
if I can find out more.

What's wrong with your face?

Did you have a stroke, or is that
supposed to be some kind of smile?

Last night was like getting
a shot of adrenaline.

It's like... like I was up all night
f*cking.

- You even remember what that is?
- My memory is my virtue.

Listen to me.

Last night was not a good idea.

We rolled too many dice, too risky.

Now we have to keep a low profile,
because...

those people are trying to find us.

And right now Irene needs me around
more than ever.

Where is she now?

Upstairs with a shrink.

Well, she might find that helpful.

- Give me a break, please.
- Someone's beating the guy from the bazar.

Santi.

Back off.

Give me the f*cking keys to the van,
you f*cking ch*nk.

I won't hand them to thieves!

No? Either you give me the keys
or I'll slit your throat.

Give him the keys, Mr. Fu.

Watch it.

Is this what you want? You want to die?

- Please don't.
- Hey! Hey!

- Let him go.
- Why, old man?

What are you going to do about it?

Get out of here!

I said, let him go.

- Leave him alone.
- Come on, let him go.

- Back off.
- Let him go, now!

Fine, fine, fine!

I just wanted to check out the van.
Don't be like that.

You got some ba*ls, so many against one.

Nobody wants a fight.

So get the hell out of here.

Hey, ch*nk, I'll see you
around the neighborhood.

You watch your back.

Watch how the little rat scurries
to his hole.

Well done, man. Well done.

- That's how it's done. Very nice.
- Good work.

Are you alright?

Yeah.

- Thank you, sir. I'm so grateful.
- Come on.

Keep a low profile indeed. Low profile.

How are you, Fu?

It's alright. Let's take a break.

Irene, are you okay?

What did you do to my granddaughter?

I didn't do anything.
The session went very well.

Okay, but she just ran off crying.

If she's been crying,
it's because she has needed to cry.

But why would she need to?

Because sometimes people's behavior
is covering up considerable traumas.

- Ah-ha.
- Their problems.

Constant pain they've kept under the
carpet and that they needed to get out.

Under the carpet?

And you're supposed to be who?
The cleaning lady or something?

Something like that, yes.

It is clear that Irene harbors an injury,
open en quite profound.

She's hiding something,
and I'm working to find out what that is.

No.

Go take your-your witch's broom
and use it to go sweep somewhere else.

Mr. Abantos, in my opinion, your
granddaughter greatly needs this therapy.

I give no shits about your opinion.
You're just another charlatan.

So get out of here,
and don't you ever come back to my house.

As you wish.

Good day.

Yeah.

♪ Listen ♪

♪ Don't talk to her about love
Kids spend the day at the mall ♪

♪ Buying skirts and tops
She's stripped, she's not here for love ♪

You okay?

Yeah. So what's up?
Why do you want to see me?

I heard what happened at the drug flat
last night.

It was you, wasn't it?

You know I'd never betray you, right?
Promise.

You were right, it was stupid.

Mmm, I think it was a brave thing.

Not stupid.

No one would ever f*cking dare
to do what you did last night.

Okay, but so what?

Well, it's helped people to see
that Sandro's not untouchable.

Everyone is sick of Sandro.

And something's got to change.

We need you.

I'm not the person
you're looking for, Nata.

I don't want any more trouble.

Well, that's who you are.
And who you'll always be.

What you have right here is what we need.

You got to come back.

All the guys really miss you.

Especially Loko.

Even if he's a little bit jealous.

Jealous of what?

Hey, listen to me.

Come back to us.

We're your family.

♪ I don't have an apartment
But I know where we can finish ♪

♪ Don't talk to her about love ♪

Do you know how much we paid
for this woman?

She's one of the preemptive specialists
in Madrid.

How could you do this?

She wasn't necessary for Irene.

- Tirso, we've been trying to...
- Wait.

The father of the girl
is going to seize upon these 12 hours

he's going to be on the same continent
as his daughter, and provide an opinion.

What Jimena is saying is that...

is that we believe that our daughter
needs the help of a professional.

My daughter and I
don't need a translator, Iván.

Irene needs strict discipline.

Someone needs to set limits for her
once and for all.

Not some faith healer who comes barging in

in order to make her feel even more
important than she already does.

And you know everything, don't you?

You know better than a specialist
what wounds need to be healed.

Before, Irene would never have accepted
help from a professional.

But now she will.

These shrinks are just two-bit charlatans.
Look how they messed up Sanchís.

Papá! Irene wasn't traumatized by w*r
like Sanchís.

It's settled.

Iván and I are together in this.

You two are friends again?

That was pretty quick,

leaving behind the image of your wife
fornicating with some other guy.

There's no way I'm going to let you
do this to us, papá.

Do what?

Trying to divide us
in order for you to get your way.

But you divide yourselves very well
on your own, I'd say.

Irene better continue
seeing the specialist.

That's the deal we made with you,
and that's what's happening.

Final, end of discussion.

Hey.

Imagine seeing you here,
pretty little thing.

Ezequiel, drinking on duty again?

My mother always said
to make a habit of consistency,

and since I have a lot of things
to celebrate, I'm going to party.

Yeah?

Oh, living it up then, huh?
Having a little fun at the bar?

No, I've been looking for you,
'cause we still have matters to settle.

No, no, no. Got to catch
a bird in flight, by the wing.

And this birdie's going back to its nest.

I've got to go make dinner, it's late.

No, baby birdie, wait, wait.

Pour me a drink, barkeep.
For the love of my life.

You ever get that sense you maybe
chose the wrong path?

Yeah, every day.

I could have been living the life
of Jennifer Lopez, for example.

But instead

my life's this sh*t. Huh?

But imagine maybe that we lived another
life. Maybe we could have been...

Maybe we'd be cousins?

Not cousins!

Then our kids would have problems.

Imagine that we had married
and had a family, you and I.

- Imagine that.
- What is up with you, my love? You okay?

I've never been better,
but don't you see it?

Imagine it. Imagine it.

You'd have been gone
the minute we had kids.

- Hey.
- Come on, admit it.

You go buy some cigarettes
and then you'd be out of there.

We all want what we can't have, right?

It must be nice to go home
and embrace your kids.

Mmm, of course.
"Hey Dad, give me some money."

Or: "Hey Dad, can you help me
with this homework, please?"

"Hey Dad, do my laundry."

- You and me in bed keeping ourselves warm.
- Well, day one might be fine.

Two perhaps.

- By the fifth you're angry and annoyed.
- No.

And then a week later,
you're off f*cking someone else.

You are a lion, my love.

And lions aren't meant
to be penned up anywhere.

What lions do is take what they want
and escape.

And what happens when a lion's deprived
of what it wants?

When a lion can't get what it wants?
Then what happens, Gladys?

He roars more fiercely.

He fights harder.

- What's going on, Ezequiel?
- Nothing.

This just isn't like you.

A crying lion is respected by no one,
got that?

I got to go.

- No more drinking.
- Give me a kiss.

Lay off the drinking.

- Pepe, evening to you.
- Good evening, Tirso.

Please give me a couple
of bacon toasted omelet paninis.

- One's for the girl?
- Uh-huh.

So make hers with no onion.

Tirso, what do you think?

A woman like her can make life
much better, yes or no?

She'll destroy it,
especially when she's your neighbor.

- Hey, Pepe, make it snappy please.
- Got it.

Hey, you can't smoke in this bar.

What the hell are you going to do,
arrest me?

Come on, give me a break.

By all means, sit.

You really dig all the smoke, huh, Tirso?
I saw you.

I saw you, with these little eyes
that will be meals for the little worms.

You burned down the drug flat.
I know you did.

What the hell are you going to do
about it, arrest me?

Not today. I might do it tomorrow.

Today I have other plans
for you and your battalion.

That scum, Tirso, those scumbags
are f*cking up this neighborhood,

and I know you're as pissed as I am.

- That's not important to me, officer.
- Sure, sure.

Not important that they go and beat up
your granddaughter's face again?

You and me, Tirso, you and me.
We can f*ck them up good.

You and me?
What are we, The Carpenters?

The Carpenters.
I like that, I'll sing melody.

You take harmonies. What do you think?

You better just...

stick to policing.

Tirso, the paninis.

The police, Tirso, are never at all
anywhere they are needed.

I have the information on how, when, where

you can f*ck them, militarily speaking.

I have other concerns
that are occupying me.

Don't worry, it's all good.

Occupy yourself with going to hell, Tirso.

ABANTOS HARDWARE

Morning.

I wanted to tell you how much
it means to me what you did for Mr. Fu.

Well, Mr. Fu means nothing to me.

Outside the bazar, I thought those punks
were going to hurt you.

Do you remember those b*stards

who used to come to the soccer field
on their bikes and beat us up?

When you were young, you loved to play,

but you almost quit soccer
because of those assholes.

Yeah, then you showed up.

Came in, made the biggest one get off
his bike and busted it to pieces.

By the time we made it back home,
you were crying.

You said I was an embarrassment to you.

But thanks to me,
you went back to kicking a soccer ball.

Papá, there's someone else here
who wants to thank you.

You saved my life. I am forever indebted.

Ah, fine, but...

It's nothing, I...

Arigato, ah... Goodbye.

I was telling Mrs. Fu that you live alone
and she insisted on bringing some dishes.

Ah, no, no, no. I don't eat dogs,
or cats, or pigeons.

And neither do we. You'll like it.

No, I won't, I'm not going to like it.

You better take these
or they'll end up in the garbage.

Does your wife speak...

Uh... Put into the garbage trash.

Papá, she got up at six in the morning
to cook for you.

I'm sure Irene will want some.

But, Santi, Irene isn't even Chinese,
she's Vietnamese.

Papá...

Well, fine, very well, uh, I accept it.
Thanks, and goodbye.

I hope you'll accept one more small token.

A T-shirt of the Chinese national team.

For you. My grandson's idea.

They asked me if you enjoyed soccer
and I said yes.

If you expect me to wear this,
you've had too much of their lizard wine.

- Papá, please take it.
- Uh, look-look, Fu.

Am I saying that right? Fu?

Shui Yuan Fu.

Well, Fu, uh, we...

You and I are not buddies.

Uh, you and I were made distinctly...

You're Chinese, I'm Spanish. You sell
rubbish, and I carry the quality stuff.

You exploit my son.
I had a great job for him all lined up.

But he very foolishly didn't accept it.

You rescued me and saved my life.

Uh, well, very well.
Why don't you gather all of this stuff

and have a picnic for a celebration?
What do you think about that?

Gifts are never returned,
not in China, or here.

Uhm, Santi.

Uh, would your kids...

They're into pizza.

And, papá, if you really want me
to come back to the store,

- we should talk about it.
- Yeah.

These Chinese people are crazy.

Last night three vans were burned,
here, here and here.

Obviously, we know it was Sandro's people,

but we can't prove it
because nobody reports it.

These th*gs do what they want. They think
they can control the neighborhood.

This has to stop, okay? Understood?

So I want everybody patrolling,
eyes wide open, surveilling everything.

Let them all know we're here.

Let's get boots on the ground.

Welcome.

Finish your food, then go out on patrol.

Are you serious? You really think
the best way to stop Sandro

is to patrol around,
all calmly and discreetly. Really?

We're like f*cking cows
with f*cking cowbells around our necks.

You just got back and are already
questioning my decisions?

Detain him and stop patrolling.

Arrest him, of course, that is brilliant.
Why didn't I think of that?

Sandro thinks he's untouchable.
When a person thinks he's untouchable,

Amanda, that is the very moment
to strike back with no mercy,

and demonstrate to him
people like you are not afraid of him.

The problem is people are afraid of him,
Ezequiel. Nobody will talk.

We have no power to detain him.

You're wrong, someone will talk,
the old geezer.

- I'm don't follow.
- Don't play around with me, Amanda.

They slapped his granddaughter's face,
right? The little Chinese girl.

Do you think Tirso doesn't know?

Know whose drugs that he threw down
the drainpipe?

- Whose was it?
- Sandro's. So what?

If he testifies, we have no proof.
It's his word against Sandro's.

I don't give a f*ck if the evidence
is sufficient enough to detain him.

Tighten the rope.

That's not the proper way
to take care of things, and you know it.

It's also not too crooked. And I'm not
going to change on my first day back.

You're the one in charge.

You're the one making the decisions.

Thanks.

Here. Courtesy of Fu Manchu.

What's this?

It's Chinese... food.

- What kind of meat's that?
- I have no idea.

You know what they say about
why Chinese people don't die in Spain?

Because they give their passport
to someone else

and the grandfather gets used
for the dumpling filler.

Well, today you got Grandpa Fu.

Uh, give me a latte, Pepe.

Sure thing.

Let me guess, my doctor sent you here
to stop me from consuming churros.

I know you're very angry at the guys
who beat Irene.

You were right.

We need to be out pursuing them.

You said without a detailed report
from Irene, the police had nothing.

There's other methods.

So you're saying the police could have
done something, but didn't want to.

And now you do.

Sandro's g*ng is burning vehicles
and beating people up without prejudice.

We got to stop them.

If we were to have a reason
to detain them...

My granddaughter won't testify.

But you might be able to.

Me?

You flushed Sandro's heroin down the sink.

I'm sure that you know very well
how it is the drugs made it to you.

My testimony isn't worth a single sh*t
in the courts.

But it'd be sufficient for a warrant
for Sandro, give him a good scare.

Let him know that not everyone
in the neighborhood's afraid of him.

And who says that I'm not afraid of him?

There'll be no trail leading back to you.
We'll make sure you're protected.

I can protect myself.

Want to know how?
By not making any more trouble.

That's a no?

- You've been reading between the lines.
- Your coffee.

You're pretty sharp for a police lady.
Thanks.

Alright. But no more bitching about
how the police aren't doing their job.

Have a good day.

Yes?

It's Irene's psychologist.
The door's locked.

Yes, I'm well aware that the door's
locked. I'll be right up, hang tight.

- Uh, cream or sugar?
- This is just fine, thank you.

I really want to apologize
for my poor behavior yesterday.

There's been so much going on.
I was a bit... rude.

You were.

The only reason I returned is because your
poor granddaughter begged me to come back.

I know.

And that's why I have a proposal for you.

- What does Jimena pay?
- Pardon me?

What does she pay?

That is... it's confidential.
If she wants to tell you...

I will pay double
whatever you expected to earn here.

If you never come back again.

And, of course, if you just keep it
between you and me.

I don't know who you think I am,
but I'm not accepting that.

Triple.

And you can continue to bill my daughter.

I am a professional,
and you are being offensive.

Jimena is paying me to treat Irene,
and that is what I plan to do.

Now, if I may...

If I were you, I'd just take the money
right now and get the hell out of here.

Understand?
Or should I be more psychological?

Are you threatening me?

I can see why you have a career,
you're quick.

Jimena already told me this could happen,
which why I'm taping this conversation.

Record an album, I don't really care.

Now, are you going to get out
or should I help you leave?

I'll go, but you're not
getting rid of me that easy.

From here on out,
the sessions will be held at my office.

And I hope we never meet again. Goodbye.

Charlatans.

f*cking charlatans.

Good morning, my love.
Hey, did you talk to Irene?

No.

You aren't hungry? Where are you going?

I'm going to the stairs
to meet Loko and the boys.

Are you?

I thought you weren't hanging out
with them anymore.

I know you don't get them, mamá,
but they're my friends.

And I'm going to f*cking hang out
with them, alright?

Hey, hey, wait a minute, okay?
Watch that mouth of yours

or I'll knock a few of those teeth
right out of your head.

I understand you're very distressed
about Irene.

Distressed?

Did you say "distressed," mamá?

She was r*ped. She was r*ped!

I'm not distressed.
I'm f*cked up to my core.

- I'm broken. I'm so angry I feel like I...
- Like what? Like what, Nelson?

What are you planning to do
with your friends?

I don't know, mamá.

But you can bet your a*s
I'm going to do something.

- And I can't even see her.
- I know, my love.

I get it, but please,
you have to calm down.

Okay? Violence solves nothing.

Remember, whenever it rains,
the sun always returns.

Returns for who, mamá? For Irene?

Or for the m*therf*ckers who abused her
yet still get a free pass?

For those assholes?

Nelson. Nelson!

Go to hell!

Hello, police?

Did you convince the hardware guy?

- He said no.
- f*ck!

Did you call him a coward, tell him
he's afraid of sh1tting his pants?

- You want to talk to him?
- No.

I'm just f*cking around.

He's a real badass, huh?
From the old days.

A tough one, like solid steel.

m*therf*cker's a good guy.

Thanks.

Ezequiel, the door.

The door.

m*therf*cker.

Pretty little thing. Hey.

Why are you here?

I came to check on you.
I was worried about you after last night.

Are you okay?

No, yesterday I was a lion
who lost control of his pride.

But I'm fine, just fine.

And I bet 1,000 bucks that's not
why you're here right now, is it?

Very observant, you got me.

Sit down.

Are we going to have to k*ll Nelson?

What new mess has your boy caused?

Nothing yet,
but it's just a matter of time.

Tell me.

You know those guys that beat up Irene?
The ones that hang out at the drug flat?

Yeah, sure, sure, sure.

We are aware that the Chinese girl
was beaten up, yeah.

Well, it wasn't just a beating.

The b*stards sexually assaulted her.

It's a mess, Ezequiel.

She didn't report it.
I guess she's too afraid.

The whole world's scared out of its mind,
but not my stupid son.

Mmm.

- What?
- Now I understand all of it.

What?

What's going on with your boy, Gladys?

I know I've asked you for a lot of favors.

But I'm convinced that Nelson is going
to do something crazy to these guys,

and I need you to help me stop him.
If you would.

Mmm? Is that a yes?

Pretty little thing, there's nothing
in the world I enjoy more

than being your Superman.

Thank you.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.
I was just having a quick coffee.

Hello. Sorry. Come on in.

Very well, here they are. Allen keys.
Tell me which size you want.

- Uh, bathroom towel hooks.
- Yes, please.

Yeah, well, I would advise you
to get the screw-in ones.

Okay.

Uh, the self-adhesive ones are crap,
to be honest.

Can I help you?
Maybe got a screw loose or something?

That's a pretty good joke.

They teach you to tell that joke
at the university of hardware stores?

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

Why didn't you tell me
they r*ped your granddaughter?

Everyone outside, I have to close shop.

Uh, excuse me, it's an emergency.
I have to close shop.

Please. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Come on.

That's why you burned down
the drug flat, wasn't it?

You do what you have to, Tirso.

I would have burned it down
with f*cking King Kong inside.

Who told you about Irene?

sh*t, you're not that old.
The whole neighborhood knows.

Sandro was f*cking bragging about it.

Giving details of what they did
to your little girl.

Oh, yeah?

And what details would he be giving,
exactly? If I may be so bold.

Don't hurt yourself, Tirso, no.

Instead ask this question.

Are you fully prepared
for this son of a b*tch

to simply get away with it,
with no consequence?

Get out of here.

Let's go and get them, you and me.
You and me, Tirso.

I said, get out.

Grandpa, what are you doing?

Uh, nothing. What? You okay?

I want you to promise me you'll make sure
my granddaughter's name

isn't mentioned at all. Nothing,
no medical tests, no interrogations.

I'm only doing this to f*ck over
that b*stard.

And what exactly are we talking about?

I've come to report a sexual as*ault.

Pass.

You're bluffing, f*ck. See?
You're a c*ck-sh*t.

Look. Look how his sideburns sweat
when he's bluffing.

One minute, it's business.

The f*ck you want, man?
You don't think I'm busy, or what?

Stop calling me, you're not my mistress.

Just calm down. What do you mean,
they're coming? Who is?

Everybody freeze! Police!
Nobody move! Hands up!

Hands up where I can see them!
Up! Freeze! Don't move!

What the hell? What is this?
A costume party, or what?

Don't you know how to knock?

- Is said freeze, dammit.
- Easy, brunette.

Shh! Sandro Campos, you're under arrest.

f*ck you. Under arrest for what?
What's up, you don't like me?

Yeah. You're the love of my life.
So shut the f*ck up.

- Why so rough?
- And this is only the first day.

Stand up! Let's go!

Nice to meet you.

Thought you couldn't be touched, huh?
Well, you were wrong.

You can touch me all you want.

Take it easy, huh.

Don't look at my cards.
Hey, f*ck this sh*t, man.

I'm going to go have some fun with my
new friends. I'll be back in ten minutes.

Yeah, Campos, we'll just see about that.

Alright. Come on, let's go.

Come on, that's right.
Hey, get those legs apart.

The house was empty.

We're not putting anyone out.
Do you guys have any children?

Because I do. What do you want?
For us to sleep on a park bench?

- So are you going to sign?
- I'm not signing anything.

Okay.

Whatever you say. Have a good one.

Open the door.

Open up, I know you're in there.

Coward.

You are miserable.
You can't do this, you know.

- You are a terrible person.
- Of course.

Because being a squatter like you
is what good people do.

You'd just love to see us out
on the streets, wouldn't you?

No, I'd rather see you two
in a nice house,

but away from me and my granddaughter.

You are even more ignorant than I thought.

You think kicking us out of here
will separate my son from Irene?

By at least a few hundred meters,
that's right.

Listen and listen good, you animal.
Those kids need each other.

They are lost, the both of them.

Your granddaughter feels she's never
been loved, which isn't surprising.

And my son can't find his place
since he came to Spain.

They feel alone.
That they only have each other.

So they can't be separated.
By you or anyone.

Incredible.

You truly are
a f*cking real-life soap opera.

And you're a b*stard.

Sandro, Sandro, Sandro, where are
those other officers you said you bribed?

From this station, the ones
who were supposed to have your back.

Until, of course, they ran
into that bull ring you call an entourage,

and saw you were vulnerable,
huh, King Kong?

I wouldn't have let them sent you to jail
even if you were playing Monopoly.

- You moron.
- Bring me a meal.

Come on, your ramblings
have made me hungry.

And don't worry about me, dickhead.

My lawyer's pulling his strings
and I'll be out of here.

I'm telling you, these people
have no evidence against me.

So first they burn down your drug flat

and now they've booked you
here at the station.

When this spreads in Entrevías, they're
going to say you're a little snitch b*tch.

They won't respect you so much,
huh, Sandro?

Well, maybe I got to go out and bust
some asses real good to get respect.

That is no problem.

And word on the street is
you've got some cute little white a*s

running around the whole neighborhood
just begging for affection.

So watch yourself, little chickie.

Maybe you shouldn't bite
the hand that feeds you, Sandro.

That'd be nice.
What are you going to feed me?

Huh? What are you going to feed me?

How about we have a little quiz,
since you're so smart.

Who ratted you out?
Who burned down the apartment?

You have no f*cking idea.

I'll find out.

Yeah, you'll find out
thanks to those cops you bribed here.

You bought them for a few hundred dollars,

but can't even manage to pinch
half a gram here in Entrevías?

Come on, let's do something.

Give me a name, bro.

And then we can go back to being friends,
how does that sound?

You and I, we have different ideas
about how to have a friendship.

But maybe if you admitted your bullshit,
I'll give you a present, Sandro.

Alright.

I'll admit things got a bit out of hand
leaving you in the street

buck naked like a little b*tch.

Yeah.

Ah! m*therf*cker!

Get the f*ck off. What's that for?

That's what you get
for being a f*cking b*stard.

And my little gift?

I'm headed out. Can you open the door?

Where are you going?

I'm off to see the psychologist.

If you've got a problem,
talk about it with my mom.

That shrink is no fool.

She'll get to the bottom of what happened.
She'll tell your mother.

That's what you're worried about?
What she'll say to my mother?

Your mother is not important to me, I'm
just telling you what you should expect.

Grandpa, what are you talking about?

Sometimes you make no sense.

Perhaps I can make it make sense.

The psychologist, Cristina,
she understands me.

She can really help me.

Grandpa, do you like to see me suffer?

Yes, my hobbies are fixing radios
and sadism.

Sit down.

You're familiar with Sanchís, my buddy?

- The junkie.
- Don't you dare talk about him like that.

I met Sanchís when he was a kid like you,
with his whole life ahead of him.

But in Bosnia, he changed.

Seriously? I have to hear some w*r story
from the glory days?

Those weren't glory days. That was w*r.

Those were days when bodies piled up
as we marched and fought.

One day we were in a medical convoy
headed for a hospital.

Some f*cking sharpshooters opened fire,
raining b*ll*ts on us.

The man next to Sanchís was k*lled
on the spot.

I had no idea you'd been in an actual w*r.
You know, with g*ns and all.

Sanchís was also shot.

In the neck.

We fought back and opened fire on them.

Throughout the continuous sh**ting,

Sanchís was bleeding on his back
beneath the vehicle.

Terrified.

Afraid he'd never get back home.

And to this day,
Sanchís is still in Bosnia,

bleeding and terrified and trapped
under that car. You know why?

Years of pills.

Years of therapy.

Making Sanchís wallow in his own sh*t
over and over.

For what?

In battle, you have to be better
and rise above.

To use rage to beat the pain.
That's how you survive it.

But if you'd rather go see the shrink...

What the hell is going on?

What? Yeah. Did you find it?
Look, right here.

That's it. Yes, yes, just take it all.

- Papá, why are you here?
- Where's all the hardware?

Where's all the tools and screws?
Where are they?

- We no longer sell hardware.
- Why?

Mr. Fu was surprised by your anger
when he came to thank you,

so I explained that the bazar's business
has been hurting you.

- Why would you say a thing like that?
- Papá, because it's true.

To show his respect
and admiration for you,

he decided to stop carrying hardware.

Damn yellow.

Where is he?

- Is he in there?
- No. No. Pap...

- Fu!
- Papá.

- Fu! Fu!
- Papá, please.

- Mr. Fu!
- Papá, please don't.

You shut up.

You think this junk you're selling
hurts my business?

You think I need your sympathy
to keep my hardware store going?

No, we're going to compete.

And I'm going to prove to you
that my business is 1,000 times better

than this bazar.

You go back to selling
the plastic sh*t you were selling.

Or next time, I'll be the one
beating you up, you get that?

Or should I translate it to Mandarin?

I understand your language well, sir.

You'd better.

Grandpa?

Grandpa?

What are you doing?

Are you crazy? That's dangerous.

I want to learn to sh**t a g*n.

Why can't you like the same things
other girls your age enjoy?

You're not learning to sh**t.

You have enough problems as it is.

I won't go back to the psychologist.

You're right.
I really don't want to wallow in my pain.

I want to be strong, like you.

And I don't want anyone to hurt me again.

Absolutely no pistols.

I have a better idea.

Sanchís will be
your self-defense instructor.

He's a great teacher.

Twenty years ago.

I imagine him more as a rent-a-cop
in a mall, to be honest.

No offense, of course.

- What? What's this?
- Attack him.

- Oh, no. No thanks. Here.
- Irene, attack Sanchís.

- I could k*ll him with this.
- Come on, attack.

Come on.

- Ready?
- Mm-hm.

First lesson: never underestimate
the prowess of your opponent.

Are you alright, Irene?

Back off, let her go. Breathe, Irene.

Irene, Irene!

Irene, you have to breathe, sweetie.
Irene!

Grab the car keys off the table.

Grab the damn keys now, Sanchís!

Irene, breathe!

- What's wrong with her?
- She's not breathing.

Irene!

Irene. Irene, Irene!

Irene. Irene.

- Nelson? Let me... Let me go. Nelson!
- Take it easy. Sit down. Sit down!

Sit, sit, sit.

You're okay. It's all okay.

Don't worry, I'm here. There, easy now.

It's okay, baby.

Yeah. Yeah, it's okay.

I'm here. I'm here with you, baby.

[in Spanish}
♪ I'm following behind, wait for me ♪

♪ I'm following behind, wait for me ♪

♪ I'm following behind... ♪

I'm going down
to the hardware store.

♪ I'm following behind... ♪

But I might be back up
at any given moment, okay?

♪ I'm following behind, wait for me ♪

- Is he gone?
- Think so.

♪ I'm following behind, wait for me ♪

♪ I'm following behind you, you, you ♪

Why didn't you answer me
when I knocked on the wall?

I thought you were mad at me or something.

No, no, no. What would make you think
that I was mad at you?

I don't know.

I wasn't.

But I can't help but think...

If you hadn't met me,
none of this would have happened.

And you would be so much happier.

If I hadn't have met you,
there's no way I would have been happy.

♪ To leave this cave
Or better put, this hole ♪

♪ To continue filming
Even though I have no reel left... ♪

Promise me
that we'll never be separated ever again.

♪ I'm following behind, wait for me ♪

I swear.

♪ I'm following behind, wait for me ♪

♪ I'm following behind you... ♪

We're closed.

It'll go in the following manner, Tirso.

First they're going to tighten
the screws on you a little bit.

Then they'll put a vice grip
on your ba*ls.

No, no, no. Not yet.

- I'm not ready.
- Y-Yeah. Y-Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me, forgive me. I'm so sorry.

Sorry.

I have an idea.

How about we go for a pizza and take
a walk around the neighborhood, mmm?

Look, I'm missing it already.

My grandpa's coming back. If I'm not here,
he's going to be really pissed off.

So what? He'll get over it.

Okay, let's go.

We'd better go the other way. I don't
want my grandfather to see us, okay?

Okay.

What's wrong?

Irene! Wait, where are you going?
Irene!

Grandpa!

- Grandpa!
- Irene!

Irene!

Quick.

Look. We got to get help.

My grandpa. Something's happened.

What is it? What happened?

- We saw a black van. It sped away.
- There was blood in the hardware store.

Holy sh*t, m*therf*cker. Let's go.

- Calm down, we'll find him.
- What's going on?

I know what the van looks like.
I'm going with you.

You stay with the girl and close the bar.

- Let's go.
- Call the p-p-police.

They'll find him.

Get him out.

Stop!

It's nothing. Keep driving.

Someone said you went to the police
to talk sh*t about me.

That is very f*cked. That is very f*cked.

You know what I hate
even more than a f*cking snitch?

An old f*cking rat who goes to the police
to report me.

It's a bad idea to make me angry, Grandpa.

I got many problems in my brain.
I'm very sick in the head, Grandpa.

It wasn't a good idea. I'm very sick.

Today,

you fell down some stairs

and we got real f*cking lucky
because you didn't break your hip.

But probably next time,
you fall off a f*cking roof

and hit the f*cking ground.
What do you think?

So I don't ever want to see you playing
macho guy again, you hear me?

Better spend your time playing bingo

and grinding that shriveled d*ck on a*s
when you can.

Grandpa.

You know, it appears to me, gentlemen,
that this park's full of trash.

Afraid I'll have to contact
the municipal council.

Let's get out of here.

Hey hey, that van over there.
Black. It sticks out.

It's got to be that van.
It has to be.

- Let's go.
- There he is, there he is!

Captain!

- Ah.
- Captain!

Captain!

My captain!

- Those m*therf*ckers.
- Are you okay?

I'm fine.

I said I'm fine. Let go of me.

I don't need your help.

This is done.

They want w*r...

we'll bring w*r.

Me and you, Tirso. Me and you.

I don't need your help
to take care of those scumbags.

IN THE NEXT EPISODE

When we arrested Sandro,
I saw something suspicious in his bar.

It could be where he keeps
the uncut drugs before distribution.

Then we'd better go in and see what
the f*ck's going on in there, hadn't we?

Run!

What's your problem?

All you kids are suckers.
Sandro's on a whole other level.

What if the suckers propose something?
You help Sandro rise up,

and you can dump him
and replace him with whoever you want.

Everyone knows about it,
what they did to me.

Guys in the neighborhood, guys at school.
But how did they find out?

- You assholes.
- I told you to get out of here.

Don't touch me, I said,
or I'll rip your head off.

We need to think of another strategy
to get in there.

- I've come to ask you out.
- You're trying to flirt with me?

This here is Tirso, my friend.

He's a bit of a grouch,
but he's going to buy me some drinks.

- Can you guess who I just saw go inside?
- Hardware man, I'm going to k*ll you.

- You like it?
- I've been in stables that smell better.

On your signal we go in
with a full charge, Captain.

Stop looking at me!

Irene, what are you doing?
Put that down.

Alright, stop judging me!