03x05 - Segundas oportunidades

[bunniefuu]

-No f*cking way.
-Zacarías, what is it?

g*ng members, Uncle.
We have to get out of here.

b*stards.

-What's going on?
-They surrounded us.

Uncle, get down, they have a g*n!

Uncle Rafael, don't get out!

All right. What is this?

Huh?

Have you come to k*ll me?

I'm right here.

I smell fear.

What's the matter? Are you afraid
of a blind, old man who's unarmed?

If you're a man, then f*cking sh**t me.

We just came to warn you.

Get the hell out of our stash houses

or next time I'll put a b*llet
through the old man's head.

Got that?

WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS

Nelson.

Why do you always wake up
so early in the morning, my love?

What's wrong?

With the two of you at my side,

how could anything be wrong?

Don't worry, just rest.

If I had known this was
going to become a supermarket,

I would have slept on my sofa.

Oh, my love, I'm sorry.

But I am taking orders, you know.

Are you cooking all this
for the cheapskates at the foundation

or are you solving
world hunger all by yourself?

Well, it's just today's
my first day delivering them food

and I don't want to leave them hungry.

Ah, yeah, I see.

And how does it make Alicia feel,

having to do parkour
to get into her own kitchen?

She's fine.

Gladys, instead of cooking
all this for those lowlifes,

wouldn't you rather have

your very own bar?

Your own business?

No oversight,

not depending on orders from that...

From anyone, I mean.

What do you think?

That sounds amazing.

But you have forgotten
about one tiny detail.

With what money? Hmm?

Well, we'd have to find
a spot that's not too expensive.

I could help you with the rent.

I know you don't
like me working for Maica.

But that's the situation. And it's okay.

And besides, Maica does
a good job with all those children.

Sure. She treats them as if
they were her very own children.

Oh, wait a minute,
she abandoned her children.

-All right, that's enough.
-Mm.

-Stop sulking so early in the morning.
-Well, it's just...

Let's have coffee now.

-No, I'd better shower.
-A kiss to make it better?

And have breakfast at my house.

I left to give the kids some space,

but I think they're actually
taking their inheritance away a bit early.

Oh my God.

You've never danced in your life.

What are you talking about?

Please, I'm the one who brought
breakdancing to this neighborhood.

No, that was Julia,
the girl you liked.

Yeah, we did
choreography together.

-Oh boy.
-You've seen how Irene dances.

Well, she inherited it from her uncle.

Well, I used to dance.

But now with the baby,
I dance when I have to pee.

-And you, Mom?
-Me?

Do you dance?

Please, I'm as clumsy as a bear.

Once, in Uganda, I started
dancing and they thought I was possessed.

What the hell are you doing here?

I leave to give you all space

and you immediately bring
this one in behind my back?

I only came because the baby was ill.

I asked her to come.
Víctor is feeling a bit gassy

and she has these drops
that make him feel better.

But don't worry, I'm going.

I'm late anyway.
Careful with that little head.

You're always a bit late, aren't you?

In this family, you came
20 years too late, to be exact.

Bye, sweethearts.

Bye, Tirso.

There. There, there, there, there, there.

I'm gonna have my breakfast at the bar.

I don't want your big happiness fest
ruined by my presence.

Papa...

Good morning, Tirso.

Today I have an astronaut's breakfast
of eggs with chorizo

that will send you to the moon and back.

Because it makes you gaseous?

Just a black coffee's good.

I don't feel so hungry.

So, is something wrong, Captain?

Maricarmen.

She has gotten away with it.

When she arrived,
there was one thought in her brain,

to barge into my house
and kidnap my family.

And she's gotten away with it.

She's gone all in.

You should have
been there to witness all of them.

There they were, a perfect little family.

They're all laughing
and so eager to tell her their problems.

Even that little infant shuts his mouth.

Well, she's... very nice.

-In my humble opinion, that is.
-She takes notice.

One day she sees you
cutting lemons with a rusty knife

and the next day
she comes in with this masterpiece.

And every time I see her,
she always asks about...

And that's enough, is it?

So you two morons prefer her also?

-Because I won't be coming in anymore.
-Look, Tirso, it's not that we prefer her.

It's just a reality.

She's a v... very nice woman.

And because of that, she wins now?

In this life, if you're a nice person,

or if you're pretty,
that's half the battle.

And she has it all,
so, of course, people like Maica.

So people don't like me?

I assumed you took that part for granted.

We like you just the way you are.

But you're a pretty angry fellow.

You never smile.

-Of course I smile.
-No. In 20 years, I've nev...

barely seen your teeth.

You never compliment people.

Yes, but Maica always gives compliments.

Oh, so you guys want some compliments?

You do? Oh, that's fine.

Well, listen closely.

Stick your compliments up your hole!

Exactly. See what we're talking about now?

And he took my coffee.

Right, because I never got him one.

I won't disturb him.

I'll get you another.

-Uncle Rafael. It's...
-Yeah.

It's great to see you here.

-Sure.
-How are you?

Pissed off, how should I be?

Let's go to my office,
we'll be more comfortable there.

You stay there, it's okay.

What brings you here?

Last night they came after me.

They came after you?

Who did?

Who do you think?

Those kids from the stash house,

the b*stards.

No respect at all.

And they're armed.

Well,

they're in our files, all right.
They're just kids with a few pistols.

Well, maybe they're just kids,

but they use those g*ns for k*lling.

Stay calm.

I'll give you some weapons.

Whoever has the weapons
controls the neighborhood.

And yours are coming.

f*ck the g*dd*mn weapons!

We were squatting in
the stash houses as a favor.

And to stop the kids from selling drugs.

I told you that we are not K*llers.

Okay?

You sure?

They're just for protection.

All right.

But if anything happens

to my people,

you are to blame.

Hey, kid!

Time to go!

Come on.

Good to see you, Uncle. Bye.

Good morning, son, how are you?

Well, I'm organizing screws.

Is there something wrong?

You look odd.

Ah, what? No, I'm fine, uh...

And you?

It's just...

we don't talk about your stuff that often.

Your separation and all that.
So, how are things?

Pretty bad.

I feel a hole.

As though life has punched me in the face.

And I don't think
I deserve, it, Papa, because I...

Because I've done my best.

For... For Fanny, for my children,

for my family.

And now I'm dealing
with something that feels...

...very unfair.

And I can't win.

-Dad, are you listening?
-Yes, yes, yes, yes, I am. I am.

The thing is, I feel so... bad
and disoriented now.

Because it's pretty weird
to move back in with your father.

If you're saying that because
you took my bedroom, don't worry about it.

Please stay there however long you need.

But, I mean...

Uh, you do have your own house, Santi.

Because as far as I know,
you were the one who bought that house.

Sure, but now Fanny
lives there with the children.

Okay, but...

but why do you
have to be the one that gets out?

Papa, just what are you saying?

I'm saying you have
to fight for what's yours, Santi.

You have to take it back, son.

You really think so?

An Abantos never gives in.

Abantos are warriors.

Well, you're right, Papa.

-I'm getting her back, all right. Mm!
-Great!

Sure I will.

But after everything that has happened,

I'm just not
completely sure how to seduce her.

The house, you imbecile.

Get back the house.

Papa, what does it matter about a house,

if I don't have
the love of my life with me there?

Come on, Santi,
I'm trying to be nice to you, I really am,

but you look silly, son.

That woman is not coming back to you.

Because she's a b*tch

and she's been using you
to keep on living like a princess

while banging someone else.

-Jesus, Papa.
-Mm-hmm.

You didn't have to put it like that.

Yes, I do have to,
because you're being stupid.

Okay then, Papa.

That's fine.

-I'll speak with her. Happy now?
-Mm-hmm.

Well, okay.

Oh, excuse me. Excuse me.

-You're Judge Tabarnero, right?
-Mm-hmm.

You're so much prettier in real life
than those internet photos, you know?

I'm sorry, who are you?

Ah, excuse me.

I'm Maica. From
the Foundation Avanza Entrevías.

-Hello.
-Hello.

I'm here because I'm very interested
in the case of Vincente Ruiz.

The kid who just went by.

Well, I'm sorry, you're a bit too late.

He's off to the probation center already.

I'm done with him.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Maybe you are,
but the court's not done with him yet.

How's so?

How I see it,

his problem won't be fixed that way.

Sending that kid to a center,

nothing will get solved there.

What do you mean?

Uh, I mean that...

making him go to a probation center,

it's sweeping his problem
under the rug for now.

And when he turns 18, what?

We throw him on the street?

Without a job?

No formal schooling.

No future.

He'll go back to crime.

Well, I'm sorry you don't
agree with the court system.

But that's the way it is.

Maybe, but

that's up to you, really.

There are other options.

He'd come to us for the day to work,

and return to the center
to spend the night there.

At our foundation, he'll learn a trade.

And we'll try to look out for him.

How about that, Your Honor?

Give Vincente an opportunity?

An opportunity to lead a normal life.

Yes?

I thought about it
and perhaps you two are right.

Hang on.

Did you just say
someone else could be right?

I need to be more detail-oriented.

And a much more agreeable guy.

I've been trying with Santi.

I said some nice things and gave advice,

but it doesn't feel right,
I probably look like a goofball to him.

Re... Relax your mouth, like this.

-Almost there.
-I don't know...

Charge me for the beer, Pepe.

Hey, Aníbal.

-Haven't seen you around here in a while.
-How are you, Tirso?

You're right.

I was out of town,

but my brother-in-law called
to tell me about squatters in my store.

So, I came to deal with it.

In the... the upholstery store?

-Yeah.
-And did...

Did you tell the po... the police?

Yes, of course I did.

They said there was nothing
they could do. How do you like that, huh?

Oh, well. Whatever.

-Well, I'll see you.
-Bye.

-Bye, Aníbal.
-See you later.

Take care.

Man.

How unfortunate.

Mm-hmm.

Considering the lot he has.

I actually tried to buy it.

It's the best place
in the neighborhood to open a bar.

But that b*stard beat me to it.

Aníbal!

What's up, Tirso?

Uh...

If I can get those guys
out of your store there,

how much would it be to rent the place?

You want to rent my store?

A friend is opening a new business.

Uh, it's possible,

as long as your friend pays my expenses

and the place will be
better off with someone there

because of the trouble, right?

-Yes.
-Shake on it?

It's a deal.

If you want to stay here,

that has to get filled out.

What is this bullshit?

This bullshit?

It's about saving you.

And keeping you from the probation center,

which is a pain in the a*s,
as we both know.

Hey!

You don't have to save me from nothing.

Calm down, please, all right?

I'm just trying to help you.

You want me to be like
those assholes who come in here?

Learn to play guitar
and take a few courses in mechanics?

You only learn what interests you.

What interests me?
Getting the hell out interests me.

The judge has been very clear.

During the day, you're either here
or at the probation center. That's it.

Come with me

and I'll show you around.

I'm sure you'll find something.

Come on, come with me.

Don't touch me, you f*cking b*tch!

Put the pen down right now.

Know what I'm going to do, old lady?

Get out of here.

And you are going to tell that judge
I come in here every day.

And in return,

I won't stick this pen in your eye.

Sounds pretty good, right?

Are you afraid?

That your friends in
the g*ng will see you?

Huh?

And make fun of you for all of this?

I don't give a f*ck
what they think about me.

Right.

Which is why you dress like them

and act the same as them.

Just what the hell are you saying?

Only that you don't need those guys.

That you are much better than they are,

you just don't know it yet.

Stop putting bullshit like that
in my head, you hear me, lady?

Okay.

If you're gonna stab me, do it already,

and if not, take a step back.

Listen.

If you don't fill this out,
you have to leave.

So take it.

By tomorrow.

Well, here we are.
At Aníbal's shop.

Well, and... and now what?

I hear work going on in there.

Well, maybe they're
re... redecorating the store.

Good morning, hello.

I'm sure you're already
aware of the situation, but...

this store has an owner.
And it's definitely not you.

I don't know why you're here,
but I'm pretty sure it's time to get out.

If you have a problem,
call the police.

This place belongs to a friend of ours,
you need to get out of here, right now.

Otherwise, you're going
to have a world of problems.

Hey, hey, hey. Stay calm.

Put that away.

Get lost and don't come back here.

Sh... Sh... sh*t, man, okay, let's go.

No, no, no, no, no.
Let's just go. Come on, Captain.

-Let's go, okay?
-What the hell are they doing in there?

-Well...
-Who are they, anyway?

I don't... I don't know.
But it doesn't matter.

It matters.

An old man and some
junkie-looking guy came by here.

I bet they're gonna call the police.

All right.

Hey, get back to work.

Grab the trash can.

And help me climb up there.

The one on Tuesday?

Yeah, we signed up.

I've been working nights
so I can't take those classes anymore.

Mornings are better.

When we were all kids here,

we all wanted to learn
how to box to survive in Entrevías.

Wrong, that's wrong

To survive in Entrevías,

sign up for sports, friends,

and learn how to run.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

-Hi.
-Hey.

You know that you have a twin brother
and your twin brother's in jail?

Hey, punk-a*s! What are you doing here?

-Ask the old lady.
-How great, you two know each other.

That's good.

Nelson, honey. Come to my office
for a minute, would you please?

Grandma's calling you.

I know Tente, he shouldn't be here.

That guy's a f*cking psychopath.

Well, the bigger the challenge,

so much sweeter is the victory. Hmm?

-What are you talking about?
-Well, everybody knows Tente.

Imagine what people will think of us

if we can manage to get a kid like that

to leave the streets
and become a professional.

-Tente?
-Mm-hmm.

A professional? Oh, come on, now.

Saving Tente will show everyone...

Well, the neighborhood,
and the judges, and the financiers,

that everything we do is for the good.

Tente won't get better!
He's going to attack us.

Before you know it,
he'll get in trouble again.

It won't happen.

Because I know
the perfect guy to make it work.

-You serious?
-Mm-hmm!

You'll be just like his shadow my love.

Besides, you'll be
super friends, you'll see.

Oh hey, finally.

We've been here two hours

and no one's
paid any attention to us at all.

Where the hell were you, at the gym?

You civil servants have it made, huh?

I was training, Tirso, I was training.

Jumilla, let him through.

Those are lead fillings
they put in him when he served.

And also my lead ba*ls.

I'm good.

Talk to me, Sanchís.
Talk to me, you never tell me anything.

Well,

we have an... associate who owns a store.

And these guys are squatting there.

What exactly are you saying here, Sanchís?

That they're squatting
in a shop in Entrevías?

Do you think we'll make the national news?

It would all be normal, sure,
except that these people aren't.

They had enough weapons to start a w*r.

Were they g*ng members, Tirso?

No, not g*ng members,
but they had pistols and r*fles,

they even had shotguns.

And they were doing something to them.

I think repairing them.

If those weapons hit the street...

Weapons?

What are you talking about?

What weapons?

I know of a shop in Entrevías

where weapons are being
restored and hidden. A lot of weapons.

-I saw them with my own eyes.
-Hmm.

We need to take a look.

Get the address and set up an operation.

-I'll run it myself.
-Okay.

Hey, finally, someone who knows
how to do their job around here.

-Hey, man.
-You useless piece of...

They've seen the weapons,
you need to get them out.

Oh, sh*t. Where do we take them to?

The warehouse, all right?

But get rid of them now.

You have only five minutes to clean up.

Okay.

You two, go cover the back.

The rest of you, on three.

One, two...

Police!

Police!

Search the whole area.

Uh, excuse me, Inspector.

In that room.

Hardware guy, come here!

An arsenal, huh?

And where is it? In your imagination?

Just what are you saying to me?

I know I saw something.

f*ck me, we're leaving.

-There's nothing here.
-The drill is still hot, they just left.

No, you're drilling into my head.

We're here looking for weapons,
so where are they?

I see some tools, sure,
but do you see weapons?

-No.
-Ah!

We're leaving, there's nothing here.

We're leaving, Tirso.

I am not crazy.

There were people in this shop
and they were working on those weapons.

And I believe you.

Even if this doesn't make any sense,

I believe you.

Well, but... but... at least
the squatters have all disappeared.

Gladys, I have some news for you.

Well, then come on inside,
because the chips are gonna burn.

Hello, Alicia. How are you?

Well, let me see,
my hand has a new blister,

and I'm missing
a soap opera I really like,

and I've been waiting for her for an hour

to help me
with my panty-girdle so I can pee,

but, you know...

Apart from all that...

...everything's wonderful.

-I'll take you in a minute, honey.
-Right.

Okay, tell me. I'm listening.

Gladys...

You're about to have your very own bar.

Oh! Thank you, God,
you've heard my prayers! Oh.

Tirso, my love,
we already spoke about this.

You know I'm not able to afford it.

What if I told you a friend of mine
will let us use his store for nothing?

We'd only have to cover the utilities.

And we could help you
with the renovation work.

For free?

Turns out that
my old friend Aníbal's store is available

and he says you can set up your own bar.

My very own bar?

Of course.

With your own pantry, your own kitchen.

Meaning it's...

mine to decorate however I like.

And I can create any menu that I want,

without a boss.

A real businesswoman, yeah?

Oh!

I can't believe it!

Aren't I a nice fellow after all?

You are so much more.

You are the best person
I've ever known in my life.

And plus,

the most handsome man in Spain.

Ah, come on.

Well, you two, I don't want
to be a pest or anything, but...

but either Gladys helps me to pee
or I'm going to pee in my pants,

I can't take it.

-I gotta go.
-Okay. Okay, come on.

-I can't take it anymore.
-Come on.

Bye, Tirso.

Okay, come with me now. There we go.

Well, if it isn't the King of Spain.

Where the f*ck've you been?

I've been getting myself
into a lot of trouble.

Listen to me, someone
from the police station,

one of our big shot guys,

he took a batch of decommissioned
but usable weapons out of the warehouse.

All kinds of stuff, he took r*fles,

shotguns and pistols...

What you might call
a f*cking potpourri of weapons.

"Where the f*ck have you been,"
was a polite question,

so if you would skip the rant
and get to the point, that'd be perfect.

This should interest you

because someone saw
the weapons in a store in Entrevías,

some guys fixing weapons
and making them functional

to put them out on the streets.

What do you mean "Put them out?"

Two plus two is four, right, Mulan?

Inspector Romero has plans to arm

Uncle Rafael's guys.

No f*cking way.

No f*cking way.

These guys are trying
to recover the stash houses,

last night they messed with Uncle Rafael.

If they end up with those weapons
then we're totally f*cked.

-Those weapons will be theirs.
-f*ck!

Inspector Romero will play dirty,
as he's good at that,

so either you disappear for a while

or you better be careful.

What are you talking about, "Be careful"?
No, you need to find those g*dd*mn g*ns.

Yes, of course, the moment I leave here

I'm going to go hang signs
from a streetlamp saying,

"I'm missing a cat

and also an arsenal."

"Call me, please, with any info."

-Hey!
-Do you think I'm a f*cking idiot or what?

Huh? I know what you're doing,

What am I doing?

Every time things go well for you,
you want to back out.

Well, what happened?
Are you a model cop now?

I'm not buying that sh*t.

I know you
and I know about the cop that you k*lled.

Yes, I'm also aware
of that fact and will be forever.

That's good.

I put everything at risk for this

and you are not
going to let me down, got that?

I was the only one who wiped your tiny a*s

when you were a little girl.

So I don't have
a habit of letting you down.

I don't give a sh*t.

That m*rder weapon is still
in my possession, if you recall.

So find those g*ns and bring them here,

or you will hear me
singing like a f*cking parakeet.

Make me some tea?

Look at this.

What is it?

Hmm.

It's an international dance company
owned by some French friends.

I told them about you.

They told me that if you sent them a video

they'd love to look at it.

-What, me?
-Yes, you.

Wow.

Mwah!

How cool, right?

But, right now with Víctor
and organizing the wedding stuff,

well, it's impossible.

In fact, tonight
I'm going to a menu tasting

and I haven't even showered. Imagine.

There isn't time for anything else.

Listen, Irene.

If you give up your dreams for your son

or your partner,

you're not doing them a favor.

And you'll blame
your family for your unhappiness.

In this life, you have
to make time for what's important.

And your dreams are so important.

I'd love if it were as simple as that.

But it's not possible.

Not possible.

Well, I need to go.

Okay.

I have to leave the baby with Grandpa.

-Oh, what a beauty.
-Yes, my love.

So that Mommy
can get ready for dinner, right?

Isn't that right? Huh, little Víctor?

Did you say "Grandpa"?

Yes, he insisted on helping me.

I don't know what's wrong with him.

He's being super nice, isn't he?

You don't get
a silk purse from a sow's ear.

Hey, come here. Listen to me.

Please think about everything, will you?

Okay.

Unbelievable.

These are all mixed up.

Every single one of these.
What the hell is wrong with him? My God.

-You okay?
-Yeah.

-Let me help.
-It's just the door.

Okay. Got it.

Well, here we are.

Handsome guy.

I have a blanket in case he gets cold.

-Here's a spare diaper, some wipes, and...
-I figured you'd bring him after he went.

-Grandpa, they don't have a poop button.
-Right.

-All right.
-The brake is right here.

And where's...

where's the clutch?

That's humor.

I know how to work a stroller.

Relax, it's all fine.

Sure about this?

What if the baby starts crying?

Under control.

I have earplugs.

Come on, Grandpa. You really
think those'll work if he's screaming?

Don't be a nag. See,
even Víctor's over it and so am I,

we'll be fine.

-Mm...
-Mwah. Have fun.

-Bye, handsome.
-Ah.

See you later, Mom.

Well, kiddo...

With me, there's no crying.

And if you vomit
or pee or poop or anything,

you'll stay wet until you see your mother.

I don't clean up any fluids.

Are we clear?

Good then. Time for a walk.

Santi!

I'm going.

Okay.

This walking thing's a pain in the a*s.

Do you really like it,
or do you not complain

because you haven't learned to talk?

How about we add some
excitement to this walk thing?

You like that?

Huh?

Andrade, do me a favor.

Sure.

Let's see what you can tell me about this.

Hey, Ezequiel, you tell me, man.

This is a copy of the withdrawal record

for a batch of seized weapons
that you requested to transfer

from the warehouse
of this police station, correct?

Yes, for the Inspector.

The usual procedure.
"Transfer for smelting."

Exactly, man.

Where?

It was in Las Nieves Industrial Park.

I gave it to
some guys there for smelting. Why?

-Something wrong?
-No, no, no.

Can I call you back later?

I think I know
where all those g*ns are.

I ran into that guy I spoke with
this morning over at my friend's business.

I followed him to an industrial park
and he just went inside a warehouse.

Warehouse located in Park Las Nieves.

Don't hang up a moment.
What street, what street?

Uh, Mamerto Lopez, 71.

On Mamerto Lopez, 71.

You see that,
I already solved the case, my friend.

Well, then why aren't you already inside?

Well, that is strategic police information
I'm not supposed to share with you.

How little you know about police work,

how little.

-Thanks, Andrade.
-Hey, Ezequiel.

For you.

Man, you've been stuck up my a*s all day.

How about you get out of my face?

No, I'm not letting you escape
to get into trouble, man.

I'm going to be right behind you
all day until I drop you off

and tomorrow
I'll pick you up to do it again.

I swear, I don't understand
why my cousin liked you.

You're an a*s-kisser.

You're whipped by that crazy lady.

That crazy lady, by the way,
is the only person who believes in you.

What are you doing?

Come here.

Let go! What the f*ck are you doing?

Let's go this way.
Come on, let's go this way.

What's wrong with you?

Are you avoiding them?

You're afraid.

Hey, just come with me.

m*therf*cker.

Damn it!

As you can see, we lift the DVD drive
and we find the main HOD unit

which is where we store
all the information for the PC.

Next to it, we find the boards for RAM.

And right here is
the cooling fan for the CPU.

Hi, Nelson.

Maica. I lost Tente.

What?

I screwed up, I'm sorry.

No, don't worry.
It's not your fault.

But we have to find him
and take him to the probation center

or they won't let him out anymore.

Look, there's
an underground place near Manzano Street.

It's called La Kueva. That's where
he normally hangs out with his friends.

Good. Well, I'll meet you

in an hour, okay?

In an hour?

-Uh...
-Nelson?

Um...

Okay. Yeah, yeah.
We'll meet up there in an hour.

Okay, see you then.

Nelson, sorry, I'll be there.

I couldn't figure out what to put on.
I tried on all of my clothes, really.

Irene.

I'm sorry, but I can't make it after all.

What?

I'm sorry. It's important.
Otherwise, I wouldn't miss it.

Fine. Don't worry about it.

We'll just have to reschedule.

Thanks, baby. I love you.

You too.

Now you're going to meet Ezequiel.

Don't trust him.

He's a very strange guy.

And he's a cop, so...

Is that a real baby?

Just like the movie.
"Hands up or my grandpa will sh**t."

I was walking the baby
and that guy just appeared.

Well, what are the odds of that?

-There's the warehouse.
-Oh.

I bet they have those weapons in there.

But there's only one way we can find out.

Going in?

Best of luck to you.

Tirso, Tirso, where are you going?

You're the police officer.

Yes, but I need someone to cover for me,

you know, just in case
things get really, really bad in there.

Call backup then.

Tirso, Tirso, Tirso, Tirso,
I cannot ask for backup

because those weapons you saw
were confiscated and rendered useless

by our very own National Police Force,

who transferred those weapons to
Entrevías police station for destruction.

You're saying there's
corrupt police in Entrevías?

Oh my God. How surprising!

That's why as soon as you
filed that report the weapons disappeared.

I don't trust them,
but we can do this mission together.

Like Los Pecos, remember that?

And will you give the baby a weapon
as well to help us get out of there?

At nighttime,

when these people are sleeping,

we can do it, the two of us.

There won't be anyone here, Tirso.

What?

Oh...

This whole baby thing
is just an excuse, isn't it?

Because you're the one
who's pooping yourself.

Holy sh*t, Tirso,
you are seriously pooping yourself.

That was Víctor.

Okay, fine then,
I will meet you here tonight.

-At 2:00.
-Great.

But first,

there's something that I want.

What's that?

Help me change the diaper.

The two of us.

Like Los Pecos.

Then it's a big f*ck you to Los Pecos.

You'll be sitting in that for a while.

I warned you.

Maybe she's mad at you?

-Maica.
-Nelson.

What are you doing here alone?

It's dangerous.
You should've waited out on the street.

Thank you, but I don't
like waiting around outside.

Well, should we go
and find Tente, or what?

Come on, let's go.

Hm.

I don't see him anywhere.

This place is too creepy,
we'd better get out of here.

What are you saying?
We just barely got here.

I'm sure one of these guys
will help us find him.

Relax, honey. I'll buy you a drink.

Hi, flower.

If you don't serve us
bottom-of-the-barrel stuff,

I'll teach you how
to prepare some great shots.

You m*rder*r!

You m*therf*cker!

You m*rder*d my cousin!

You're f*ck' dead!

Coming. Coming, coming, coming.

Shh.

Shh.

There...

There...

Should we call Papa?

Come on.

Shh...

Here's four!

And now, my good people,
here comes the magic.

And that's it.

That's all there is to it.

One Brain Bleeder.

That's pretty nice, you're good at it.

Aren't I? Trust me
and see where you go. Hmm?

Come on, time to give it a try.

-Not too bad?
-It's good, huh?

It took me a long time
to learn how to do it.

Because the whiskey cream...

You're a pretty sharp one, there.

Excuse me, friends. Just a minute.

Nelson. I don't think
we'll find Tente here.

Those guys say he doesn't
get along with the new g*ng bosses.

And they own this place, so...

What's your secret?

What?

To get people to trust and confide in you?

Well, mostly, I try to be nice.

If they really feel
that you care about them,

that you're on the same side as them,

they confide in you.

You know I'm on your side, right?

Yeah. Why?

Why don't you trust me?

Why don't you tell me what's going on?

Nothing's going on.

Last week, you were
almost beaten to death.

And you won't tell anyone about it.

What happened to you that day?

What are you afraid of?

Well, I made a mistake once.

And there are people
who want me to pay for it.

They said if I didn't
leave the neighborhood,

they would come for me.

But don't tell anyone this, please.

If they find out I'm still at home,
they will force me to leave.

But I can't, Maica.

My life is right here, in Entrevías.

But Nelson,

you might be in danger.

Irene. Irene?

Where are you?
It's almost two o'clock.

Víctor has a fever.

-A fever?
-Can you come home, please?

Of course, of course, I'm on my way, okay?

The baby has a fever.

-Sorry, but I have to go.
-Of course, of course. I'm coming too.

Let's go.

Hey, bye!

-Bye! Thanks, you guys, I'll see you soon.
-Ciao!

Bye.

f*cking drunks, damn it.

What are you doing here?

I said I'd k*ll you.

And so here I am.

Drop that.

You m*rder*d my cousin.

Messed up my life, man.

She forced me to.

Don't do the same.

Stop!

Take one more step and it's over.

No! No!

Wait, wait.

Get back, Nelson, get back.

Tente.

Back off.

He k*lled my cousin, that b*stard!

And the same thing's
about to happen to you.

-Give me the bottle.
-What do I care?

-It doesn't matter! I'd rather be dead.
-Don't talk nonsense.

Nata didn't want you to end up like this.

Calm down.

Look at me, look at me.

I know you haven't had it easy,

that life hasn't been kind to you.

But you're not alone, brother.

We want to help, all right.

Give me the bottle.

Easy now.

Nelson, don't.

Don't.

Give me that.

You can trust me.

Everything's fine.

-Don't move, you little b*stard!
-No!

-Nelson, call the police.
-No one's calling anyone.

What the f*ck are you talking about?
This f*ck came to k*ll me.

If we call the police,
it will ruin his life,

he won't come back to the foundation.

The foundation?

Maica convinced the judge
to let him go there.

Maica did what?

He needs help.

Sorry, Tirso,

but right now
I'm taking him to his probation house.

And tomorrow, he'll go to the foundation
and we'll start from scratch.

If you call the police, I'll lie.

I swear, I will.

I won't abandon him.

Get out.

f*cking leave.

And you.

If you ever go anywhere near my family

or me,

I'll come for you.

And no one will be there to stop me.

Thank you.

-Yeah, what's happening?
-I'm not coming, so don't wait up.

f*ck.

Good morning.

Any more coffee?

Good morning, family.

Good morning.

So, I have news.

Yesterday, I spoke with Fanny,
like you said, Papa.

I was really tough.
No "Hi, honey," nothing.

I just made my points to her.

I told her, the house is mine,
those are my children,

and I will not stand for this anymore.

-Are you serious?
-Yeah.

What happened?

Well, I'm not sure if it was my fortitude
or because of how I spoke to her,

but either way, the outcome was
we had amazing sex. I mean...

-What?
-Yes, yes, yes.

And just now, when I woke up,

I had a message from her
asking if I'd be home today.

I think that she wants to try again.

So, we have reconnected.

Looks like Papa was right,

as soon as the Abantos male comes out...

...things work out.

Yes, yes.

That's great news, huh?

-Great.
-Right, Papa?

Papa?

-Papa, you okay?
-Yesterday, they tried to m*rder me.

They what?

The b*stard who started
the hardware store fire that day.

The same person as before.

Out on the street.

But he was arrested.

How's that possible?

Well, you should ask
your mother about that.

I told you.

Things are much better without her.

Hi, Irene, honey. What's going on?

Maica,

tell those people at the dance company
that I want to send them a video, okay?

Wonderful, I'm happy for you.
That's so great, hon.

We'll talk more later, okay?

-Big hug.
-Big hug.

Tente.

What happened last night
can't happen again.

It's impossible to help someone
who doesn't want to help himself.

It's just not possible.

It's up to you.

Either stay here

or return to probation.

And you choose right now.

What do you say?

Maricarmen, where are you?

Give me a minute, would you?

I'll be right back.

Hello, Tirso.

What do you want?

You know what happened
so you already know what I want.

So sorry.

It won't happen again.

That gangster already tried to m*rder me

and you were well aware of it.

He burned your son's hand with
the fire he started in my hardware store.

And now you
wanna put him back on the streets?

The whole point
of this foundation is to help these boys.

Save that crap for the pamphlets!

You wanna repair things with your family?

You can begin by putting them
at the front of the queue.

Ahead of the foundation,

of your ego, and your guilt.

And ahead of that b*stard
who tried to m*rder me.

If you can't manage that,
then leave us the hell alone.

By the way,

I told your children everything.

Now they know what kind of person you are.

Cup of coffee.

-Thank you.
-And some churros.

Your bar is pretty empty, Pepe.

You'll have to close it like I did.

Don't remind me, Aníbal.

It keeps me up at night.

It's a total ruin.

What about you?

Have you figured out how you're going
to get those b*stards out of your shop?

No, they're gone now.

Tirso solved the whole thing.

-Tirso?
-Mm-hmm.

He said he would sort everything out
if I let a friend of his rent the shop.

And look, everyone's happy. Mm.

What do you mean, his friend?

I think she's opening a bar.

I'm going to meet with her later.

The name of
his friend isn't Gladys, is it?

Gladys, yes.

You know her?

I know her, yes.

A bit.

I had a talk with your mother.

What did she say?

What is it?

What the hell's that stench?

It's cologne.

Too much?

Yeah. And cheap by the smell of it.

Well, but Fanny likes it. Hmm.

That makes sense.

That's her.

Hey, Papa, uh...

I know she's not your favorite person.

But she's my wife,

so if you could try to be...

You know what? Just don't say anything.

-Hello?
-Santi Abantos?

-Uh, yes, that's right.
-Good.

Please sign this for me.

Okay.

-Thanks. Yeah.
-Have a nice day.

From Fanny.

I'm not sure why
when she's coming here now.

But maybe it's a surprise, right?

They're...

They're divorce papers.

Let me guess,

it's written in there
that she keeps the apartment.

But...

I don't get it, Papa.

Yesterday she was...

Manipulating you?

It wasn't that.

That's not possible,
there has to be an explanation.

That's her now.

Hello, handsome.

What's up? Who is it?

What are you doing here?

I have two tickets to go see Los Pecos.

My son obviously needs me.

Santi, are you all right?

This is all your fault, Dad.

You told me
to be hard on her, so f*ck you!

I'm pretty sure
the boy doesn't need you right now.

So, let's get going.

After you.

ANTIQUES AND UPHOLSTERY ANÍBAL

-Hello?
-Hello there.

-Aníbal? Hi!
-Yeah. Gladys?

It's nice to meet you.

-Yeah, I'm Gladys, it's a pleasure. Oh.
-Hello.

It's so lovely. Oh gosh!

It's wonderful!

I mean, this is like a dream for me.

-Yeah.
-You can't even imagine it, really.

I can picture the renovation. Right here...

-Yeah, please, Gladys...
-We can put the new bar, right?

I have friends who are brick masons,

very nice people
who told me they'd help renovate.

Yeah, Gladys.

So sorry,

but I won't be renting it.

Oh no, but, yeah, but...

But why?

Well, I've decided
not to rent it right now.

-That's a pity, but you...
-Yeah.

But Tirso told me that you...

Yeah, um, Tirso is my friend but, uh...

But...

I... I don't want to leave my store
with someone who, you know...

What are you trying to say?

Well, with someone like you.

And what does that mean,
"someone like you?"

Just because I'm a foreigner?

Oh, don't misunderstand.
I have nothing against any foreigners.

A lot of my friends
happen to be foreign nationals.

-But not all foreigners are alike now.
-Ah.

I've been told that
your son is a g*ng member here.

And also that you were
squatting in a house.

I'd prefer to be
renting to reliable people.

Yeah. All right.

But here's what I think you should do.

How about you shove your precious store
right the f*ck up your a*s, man.

r*cist little b*stard!

Right up your a*s, m*therf*cker!

Son of a b*tch!

-Hey, now...
-That's why this country's a mess!

Just one guy on guard. Easy.

You go up front and distract him

while I try the back entrance.

What do you mean, distract him?

I thought I was just
supposed to provide cover.

Cover, distract,

what's the f*cking difference, Tirso?

Distracting isn't my forte.

I'm better inside.

Okay. Why not?

Just a minute.

Oh sh*t.

Slight change of plans.

Since the weapons are inside

and now it's clear
we won't be able to get in there,

we need to get them to come out

and give us the g*ns out here.

Welcome to crazy-a*s military bullshit.

They give us the weapons
because some kind of military tactic

makes them somehow give us the weapons?

When it comes to the military,
you know little. Very little.

Is this police dispatch?

I'm calling to report
g*nshots inside a building right near me.

Excuse me, Inspector.

g*nshots reported in
Las Nieves Industrial Park.

In a warehouse? Which one?

It's located on Mamerto Lopez, number 71.

Okay, send two units right away.

Yes, sir.

What's up?

What's going on?
Someone sh**ting there?

-No. All quiet around here.
-What do you mean all quiet?

They reported a sh**ting in the building.
There's two patrol cars coming at you.

Get those g*dd*mn weapons
the hell out of there!

-They're on the way?
-Yes, damn it!

On the way.

m*therf*cker.

We have to move the g*ns.

-sh*t, again?
-Yes, again. Now open the f*cking gate.

Looks like it worked.

The little fish
went straight for the f*ck' worm.

Don't move or I'll sh**t
a hole right through your face.

Open the f*cking door.

Hey. Hey.

Hands on the wheel, hands on the wheel.

Take it easy, what's the trouble here?

What the hell
were you gonna do with these?

Conquer Portugal?

Close it.

Get out of the van.

Take it easy, man. Relax.

sh*t.

What're you gonna do with the weapons?

What it says in the manual, Tirso,

keep them out of
the hands of criminals, right?

Right.

If I were older, I would love
to be your shuffleboard partner.

Irene.

Santi's about to k*ll himself!

-Please.
-Huh?

He left a note here.

And it just says, "Goodbye."

Do you know where he might have gone?

No, it doesn't say!

-I'll go get him.
-Okay.

Yes, so you want to make sure
the board is in an upright position.

You don't want to put it on backwards.

If you do, it won't work,
and you'll have to start all over again.

Yes, that's right. Now pick up
that unit there. See where it fits?

Irene.

What's going on?

He what?

Now we're gonna be
running this f*ck' town.

Yeah, we are.

-Maricarmen!
-Have you found Santi?

No.

Go to the pine tree overpass.

I told him about something
that happened to me there.

I think he's there, Tirso.

He's there for sure.

Okay.

God.

Santi!

Don't come any closer, Papa!

Leave me alone.

What are you doing?

Get down from there, please.

It's all wrong in my life, Papa.

My life has gone to sh*t now.

What do you mean?
Don't say things like that.

It's only a divorce.

Come on, everybody has
been through something like this.

I'm not everybody, Papa.

And I'm not you!

Santi, please come away from the edge.

How about if we go home and talk this out?

No.

I'm not strong enough for that.

That will change!

This is a rough patch.

It will get better.

You're not alone.

We love you very much, son.

And I love you, Papa.

I'm sorry.

Sorry I'm doing this to you.

Santi.

Please don't.

Santi, no!

No. Mom, stay away.

Don't, it's okay.

Don't do it, son. Please.

Santi, your life isn't finished.

You have three children,
and those kids rely on you.

You have to stand up and fight.

I don't know how.

Sweetheart.

I understand how you must feel.

Because I've been there as well.

Santi,

if you jump,

it's over.

You'll never be able to hug your children.

You won't see them grow up,

see their smiles.

You won't be able
to help them when they need you.

And you'll never again

share laughter with them.

And when they're afraid,

you won't comfort them.

Wherever...

you end up going next,

you'll never forgive yourself.

Never.

I know what I'm talking about.

Don't abandon them.

Don't make that mistake.

Do it for them.

And for yourself.

Son, there is always a brighter tomorrow.

I promise you.

Santi, don't.

Santi!

Son, no.

I...

Santi! No!

Santi!

Son, I've got you, I've got you.

I've got you, I've got you.

It's okay.

Oh my love.

It's over now, my love.

Oh, it's okay, it's okay.

It's over now.

It's okay, it's okay.

Oh, my love.

It's over now, son.

I was counting down
the days until I'd see you at the trial.

There is still a remote possibility
that Amanda could be exonerated.

I need you two to lie under oath.

What?

Santi's sad, so we have to take him out.

-What should I buy?
-I don't know, pills, heroin.

How do you buy drugs?

I've come to buy some drugs.

What you're going to do
is hide those g*ns.

You don't order me to do one damn thing.

Now that we have weapons,
the streets belong to us.

-Everybody get out!
-Get inside. Get inside.

I sent your videos
to my dance company friends.

And they'd like to audition you.

Are you telling me
to separate from the baby and Nelson?

There's still
Amanda's g*n left to deal with.

Okay.

Come here. Come here.

You took this from him?

Just so I can get
myself into the evidence lockers.

Are you insane?

-My love, my love.
-What is it, Papa?