03x08 - El cielo de Entrevías

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Irene, that was a...

moving performance.

But there are a few
technical areas to improve on.

You've been somewhat inactive for a while.

Your grandmother mentioned
you have recently become a mother.

Yes, I've just had a baby

and I've barely been able to rehearse.

It was mostly improvised.

If that was improvised, then you will
become an amazing dancer one day...

after you start working with us.

So does that mean I got in?

We have a couple of changes
still to make in the company

but we would love to have you join us.

Yes!

-Oh! Oh!
-Yes, thank you!

Thank you!

Oh, my love!

Yes!

-Grandma!
-Oh my girl!

I knew it, I knew it,
I knew it, I knew it.

Oh my God, how wonderful.

-Thanks so much, really, thank you.
-Yes, thanks.

-Thank you.
-Oh, my sweet girl.

WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS

I already know
you're working with the gangs.

I know you brought
that Dulce girl to the neighborhood

so you could run the drug
business together.

And it was you who outfitted
the entire g*ng with weapons.

Did I miss anything?

I think you missed the part
where you're being a b*tch, right?

No, Ezequiel.

Just police again.

For the better or the worse.

Well, speaking of the worse,

you should be in jail,
you should be in for homicide,

but of course, that foolish
old b*stard Ezequiel turned up.

And he played so dirty

just to get somebody her freedom back.

You've got a point there.

I shouldn't have gotten out.

But you know what?

I prefer thinking that if I'm here

it's because I still
have a mission to accomplish.

Cop and a missionary,
sounds like a hit there, Amanda.

If it's any consolation,
you've managed to piss me off.

Do you have anything to add?

No.

f*ck.

Torres, take him with you.

Come on, Ezequiel.

Let's celebrate!

Oops!

To Irene.

Here's to a new opportunity.

Salud.

-Salud, cheers.
-Cheers, cheers!

Mmm, apple juice. What a wild party.

It's perfect.

Nobody should be getting drunk
because I'm getting married soon

and there's so much to prepare.

Oh yes, of course.
I'll go speak to the volunteer crew.

Maybe they'll help with the decorations.

It'll be the most beautiful
wedding in the neighborhood.

Tirso!

Come to see Irene dance?

You just missed her.

She was fantastic.

What's wrong?

They m*rder*d Tente.

Sanchís, we have to talk.

I have some bad news for you.

What happened?

Are you going to raise
the price of beer on us again?

As if you paid ever.

No, it's not that.

Besides, I've already explained.
I don't raise it, they do it to me.

That's inflation.

Oh, inflation. Ah.

Inflation, like I inflated my ba*ls.

What did you want to tell me, if not that?

I'm leaving.

I'm giving up the bar.

D-d-don't bullshit me, Pepe.

Come on, you j-j-just drop this on me?

Who are you giving the bar to?

Gladys.

Gladys?

Ah, well.

What do you mean, "Ah, well?"

You're not the slightest bit
affected I'm leaving?

Of course I'm affected, Pepe.
I'm affected.

But Gladys, well, she's a great person.

And she cooks very well.

Look at him, he's even happy, the b*stard!

Thirty years of friendship
and I tell you I'm going

and all you can think about
is the damn arepas! What's wrong with you?

No, no. Don't get angry, Pepe.
I'm not happy. How... how could I be?

Pepe... There he goes.

He's like a child!

Santi!

Papa?

Papa! Down here!

Papa!

-Santi! Oh, my God.
-Papa!

Papa.

-What happened?
-It was Ezequiel.

Ezequiel?

What'd he do? He beat you?

No, no, he didn't do anything.

He caught me off guard. He...

Untie me.

-Tell me what happened.
-Papa, he came here for the weapons.

The weapons are here, Santi.

I don't get it.

But no, why didn't he take them?

Wait a minute, where are the wrenches?

And the shovels?

-Well...
-A lot of things are missing, Santi.

You're right.

I don't think it was Ezequiel.

It was just a robbery.

No more.

The insurance company will handle it.

Yeah, but why did they
leave all the weapons?

Probably because
it's too much trouble.

Jesus, Papa, this is total bullshit.

It's the second time I've been
locked in here all night with no sleep

and no one cared.

Does anybody even notice?

You don't have to be so dramatic.

I haven't slept all night either.

Tente was m*rder*d.

What?

Oh sh*t.

Because of the weapons?

Are we responsible?

If those robbers
did see all of these weapons,

then we had better get rid of them
as soon as we can.

Of course.

So, what do we do with them?

No idea.

I need to think about it

and to get some sleep first.

How are you doing?

Well, it was the scariest time of my life.

I was tied to this chair all night.

And now I feel horrible because
that boy's dead and we're to blame.

But otherwise, I'm great.

I'm glad.

Because you have to do
an inventory of everything they robbed.

It's sarcasm, Papa.

Well, mine's not.

-Hey you! Wait! Stop!
-Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Take it easy, take it easy.

She's here for me.

Come on, this way.

In here.

Give me a minute, I'll be right with you.

-Yeah?
-You're a real piece of work.

I saved your life when you were a child.

I saved your life.

I brought you back
to Entrevías so you could rule it

and this is how you repay me?

By selling me out to Romero
and then sticking me in jail?

They were going to k*ll you.

Romero g*dd*mn ordered it.

This is how I'm saving your life.

The only place for you
that's safe right now is a jail cell.

This is for your own good.

Leave me alone
and go save your f*cking mother!

Don't do anything for me,
I don't have to be stuck inside here

because you got all shook by Romero, okay?

Yes, you do.

Because the moment
you leave, you will be m*rder*d.

I'd rather die outside than live in here.

Get me out of here now.

Then I'm not able to protect you.

If you need someone to protect

help your f*cking mother instead.

Just get me out of here!

Okay.

Sit on the other side, please.

All right...

Well, as we said previously,

we can pretend I had something on you

and you were forced to give up Ezequiel.

No one has to know you came voluntarily.

I'm holding up my end of the bargain,

so you should do the same.

Sign the statement.

I don't know what you're talking about
and I don't know anyone named Ezequiel.

So I'm not gonna sign this sh*t.

Is this some kind of a joke?

Do I look like I'm laughing?

Look here, you little sh*t.

I just put handcuffs on one of
my best friends because of you.

That statement will be signed
one way or the other, you hear?

In any other place,
you would have a broken arm.

But I'm not stupid
enough to give that to you.

I'm not giving you anything.

You don't have any idea
what you've just done.

You've made yourself a very bad enemy.

I am in charge of this
police department now.

And I won't be going anywhere.

So I'll see you around
the neighborhood, handsome.

Hey, Grandpa.

How are you?

I'm tired.

Grandma told me what happened to Tente.

I'm sorry.

It's just terrible.

Yeah.

I know that this is probably
a bad time to be telling you this, but...

-in case you haven't heard...
-You got accepted...

into that French ballet company.

Yes, I heard.

I know you don't like
the idea of me moving to Paris, but...

No.

It's not that I don't think
you should move to Paris.

It's you doing things
on a whim that's my issue.

You let your heart be the boss
instead of critical thinking.

Because all of the bad decisions
that you've made your whole life

have been done without thinking.

With your guts.

But all the best ones as well.

You're all heart, Irene.

And if that wasn't the case...

you never would have ended up here
living with your grumpy old grandfather.

And I would have
missed all this time with you.

Which means...

if your heart
is telling you to go live in Paris...

listen to it.

I'm really going to miss you.

And you'll miss me too, I know.

At least a little.

Make sure the door doesn't hit you...

Where the good Lord split you.

I'm sorry to hear about
what happened to Tente.

Are you all right?

If I hadn't opened this center

Tente would still be alive.

And his cousin would still be here.

Tirso was right after all.

-I came with nothing but trouble.
-What are you talking about, Maica?

No!

Look at me.

You have brought
happiness, freedom, and dignity.

m*rder.

No...

People were dying before you got here.

This is all a failure, Nelson.

It's so arrogant, no?

How naive I was.

I imagined I could somehow fix the world.

I'm not able to fix anything.

Except for my life, Maica.

You offered me a real job.

A reason to wake up
and some purpose to my day.

You made me want to be you.

To be me?

A selfish person?

Who was just looking for an excuse

to reconnect with her family.

But that's all over.

What're you talking about?

You don't mean shutting down?

I won't see one more boy m*rder*d

because I want
to feel better about being me.

And throw in the towel?

Maica, listen to me.

Those kids out there need you.

-The neighborhood needs you.
-Oh...

The neighborhood.

The neighborhood is a lost cause.

Are you for real? Seriously?

So you run away, huh?

You're going to let everyone down again?

Tirso was right about you.

You're nothing but a big coward.

-Come on.
-In the car and don't try to run.

-Or you're gonna get stabbed. Come on.
-Yeah. Okay.

Let's go.

Hello, love.

Hey, listen,
I'll call you later? I'm pretty busy.

Later?

We're getting married later.

Everything's half-planned
and we don't even have a restaurant.

What?

Fogon de Carloto has an event tonight
and they can't feed so many of us.

I asked about
bringing appetizers to the foundation

but they can't even do that.

Uh, well, let me think on it

and I'll call you
if I can come up with something.

Well, yes, please. If you can
think of a restaurant, anything at all,

call me right away.

Ciao, my love.

I happen to know of a restaurant.

Huh?

I happen to know
someone with a restaurant.

Oh, of course, of course, uh, um...

Well, Pepe, it's just that
we wanted somewhere a bit...

more modern.

You want some of those

tiny plates that leave you hungry?

Well, I could make you guys
some croquettes too small to notice.

No, no. Cro... cro... croquettes, no.

Cro... croquettes, no.

No, no, Pepe, really.
I'm being totally serious,

your recipes are great for the day-to-day.

But, for a special night...

Good morning!

-Sweetheart.
-Gladys.

-How's the wedding prep going?
-Oh, I'm so nervous.

Huh?

Want me to cook you up
some good food for strength?

Oh, wait, you're cooking here?

I assumed that was just
for that one day to help out.

I'm cooking and it's mine.

-That so?
-I haven't told everybody

because your father
doesn't even know this yet.

But yes, I'm giving her the bar.

Moving back to Cádiz.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
he's heartbroken, look.

Are you serious?

-Congratulations, Gladys!
-Thank you!

-Great news, right?
-Yes, I'm so happy.

Hey, if you want, I could
make something for the wedding tonight.

I don't know, catering or whatever.

Of course!

Please, what a great idea!

What about appetizers?
What can you make us?

Whatever you want.

Come, let's plan a meal.

You already know all my Colombian dishes.

And the Cuban ones, but there are some...

Well, I'm f*cked.

Don't... don't be angry, man.

Be-because you won't
be around much longer.

You shouldn't... shouldn't... shouldn't care.

-Ooh, that sounds perfect.
-How many do you need?

Missionary, how's
the missionary life going?

No bullshit today, Ezequiel.

Just because that girl got cold feet,
it doesn't mean what she told me's a lie.

That Dulce, what a sweet
little baby doll. Sure seems sweet, huh?

She tells you a story
and you're gonna buy it?

Well, her story did have a lot of details.

-It makes sense, too.
-It makes perfect sense.

But the one who's pulling

all of the strings
for that sweet little baby doll,

you've seen him here
at the station, but it's not me.

It's Romero?

Give yourself some time
to figure it all out.

f*ck.

How are you, my love?

Kind of tired.

But you people are determined
to make sure I never sleep again.

It's just...

I was with Jimena
discussing the wedding dinner

and she told me what happened to that boy.

Why didn't you say anything about it?

She told me he died right in front of you.

Well, a lot of people
have died right in front of me.

More than I would have liked.

I'm used to it by now.

Tirso, it's me.

You don't need to act
the green beret for me, you know.

Tell me for real. How are you feeling?

That Tente...

he wasn't a bad kid.

But he had a rough family.

And I took away
the only support he ever had

when I m*rder*d Nata.

And now they've m*rder*d him.

And I...

I don't feel okay.

My love,

you know I adore you just how you are.

But you have a habit
of taking on other people's problems.

And you can't do all that.

Nobody should have the responsibility
of saving the whole damn world.

And it's also not your fault

if someone suffers either.

You have to learn to take a step back.

Or in the end,
the one suffering is gonna be you.

And I will not permit that.

You hear?

Yeah, thanks.

If you start running, I'll sh**t you.

I'm curious. Are you f*cking with me?

No. You're the one
who started with all this sweet talk.

What were you doing this morning
at the station talking to the police?

Well, that's what I've been asking.

What was I doing this morning
at the police station? Huh?

You're supposed to have
your people under control.

And you were supposed
to have k*lled Ezequiel by now.

Mm-hmm. We ambushed him,
that cop showed up, arrested him,

and f*cked everything.

And this morning she was messing with me

to give her something
to use against him. Happy?

No, no, no.

What you said to her
can't have been worth anything

because Ezequiel is back on the street.

Oh my!

-What? Oh my God.
-k*ll him now.

f*ck you, man!

-We had a deal.
-Yeah, we had a deal.

I'd m*rder Ezequiel,

you'd control your people
and let me reign over Entrevías,

but it turns out
you don't control a g*dd*mn thing here.

The police station
belongs to that chick now.

Huh? You think I'm an as*h*le, or what?

Trying to trick me?

You're a piece of sh*t, aren't you?

You don't have anything
that's of interest to me.

If you want Ezequiel dead,
do it your damn self!

You can f*ck off now.

Uh, this is Tirso Abantos.

-Tirso, it's not a good time.
-It is.

There's something you'll want to hear.

Those weapons
the whole world has been looking for...

I've got 'em.

-What?
-They're at my hardware store.

It's a long story.

But I don't want any more stress.

I'd rather just
pass them along and be done with it.

Of course. Uh...

I can meet you at
the hardware store in a minute.

Dulce!

f*ck my life.

Unbelievable.

Well, it turns out I may have
something that's of interest to you.

Let's go.

Take it easy.

Take it easy!

Put him here.

-Go ahead take him.
-Who the hell is that guy?

Come on, come on.

Come on, get inside.

Inside!

You'll rot it here, you b*stard.

Open the door!

Open the door!

Open the door!

I don't know where Nelson is.

Well, it's time to help,
so here come the disappearing acts.

I've got the v-v-van outside.

Careful, honey, it's heavy.

-Okay.
-Let me.

Oh, man.

I found these almost by accident.

I shouldn't have kept them, I know,
but nobody is trustworthy around here.

Even certain members of the police.

Yeah. I hear you,
but all police aren't the same.

Yeah.

Tirso, you're a good man.

And I'm sure you had
good intentions, it's just...

let's handle this with discretion.

So there won't be any problems.

Yeah, of course.

And thank you.

-See you soon.
-All right, see you.

Well, if it isn't the bride.

At least one of the two brides.

You have five minutes?

Sure, that's more time than
the two of you spent planning the wedding.

Very funny.

I'm calling you about
the k*lling of that young man,

uh, Vincente Ruiz. Tente.

-Have you found out who's responsible?
-No.

But it seems they
were waiting near your house

and followed you to the station.

I just find that a bit strange.

Did anyone know he was staying with you?

Well, uh...

Nobody.

Well, other than Maica and my family.

So no one else knew?

Nobody else except for Inspector Romero.

Romero?

He knew?

Yeah, I figured I might ask him
about protection for the youngster.

Why?

No particular reason.

Thanks, father-in-law.

See you at the ceremony.

See you there.

-Yep?
-Dulce.

I got what you want.

Where can we meet?

Meet me at the marble warehouse.
Do you know the one?

Mm-hmm.

See you there in twenty minutes.

Okay.

Grandpa.

Who is that man?

What? Him? Why do you ask?

He was the one who took Nelson.

The day he disappeared,
when he got all beat up.

What are you talking about?

You sure? He's a police officer.

I saw him with my own two eyes.

Tirso, we need to talk.

No, not right now.

I'm leaving the bar.
I'm going back home to Cádiz.

Look, I don't have time for this, Pepe.

But Tirso!

Did... did you tell him?

Yeah.

And how... how did he take it?

Badly. He's in denial.

Of course. Right.

Godfather.

You and I are due for a conversation,

don't you think?

You tell me.

This is over.

You're not even real family.

Uh, no?

No.

And family is a bunch of bullshit anyway.

I know from experience.

And what I won't allow

is you continuing to hold me by the ba*ls.

So you can give it back to me now.

The p*stol you used
to m*rder a police officer?

Which you could have used against me.

What happened, though?

You'd been such a b*tch
you couldn't bring yourself to do it?

Murdering a police officer
gets you 30 years,

which is a bit too much.

I had no idea.

May I?

Turns out you're correct, I am a b*tch.

But you're wrong in another way.

How's that?

The problem is, you're my only family,

even if family is bullshit.

This is the last time I will ever spare
your life, you got that? The last time.

Now get the f*ck out of here. Get out!

You're a bit jumpy today, aren't you?

Get out of here, you piece of sh*t!

Where are they?

Okay then.

That son of a b*tch.

Easy, sweetheart.

Here's how we're gonna do this.

Take half the weapons now

and the other half

once you've k*lled Ezequiel.

Mama...

Are you all right?

You seem a bit sad.

Don't talk nonsense.

I can't be sad the day
of my daughter's wedding.

Look at her! Here she comes!

-Hi, we're here.
-Hi, honey.

-Hey, finally. We need some help here.
-Oh.

I'm very nervous!

Hey, listen. The guys are looking
for you to check a few decorations.

-Go find them, they're in the warehouse.
-Okay!

Hi, sweetie.

-Hello, hello!
-Welcome!

-How are you?
-Hi!

Where is Nelson?

I tried calling him a bunch
but he didn't pick up,

so I figured maybe he was here.

I have no idea.

We had an argument and he took off.

-That was early this morning.
-Well, I've seen him.

When I came in,
he was leaving in a car with some guys.

-With some guys? Some guys who?
-Yes...

Um, I don't know.
The car was a bit old and a bit shitty.

Seemed kinda odd, but you work
with some pretty odd people here.

Santi...

were those guys with Uncle Rafael?

Who's Uncle Rafael?

The p-patriarch.

From the gypsy village.

Well, given their appearance,
then probably yes.

Maica, who is that?

Where did my boy go?

-Ezequiel?
-I just sent you some photos.

Some photos?

Just don't get too horny because
you can see Romero's as*h*le in them.

What the hell is this?

This is the puppeteer
who's pulling Dulce's strings.

The g*ng members, the weapons,
the whole neighborhood.

Oh, ye of little faith.

Where are they?

Down at the old marble factory.

They're both here.

I'm on my way.
Don't move until I get there.

Jimenez, Antuna, Lopez!

Put on your vests and come with me. Now!

I tried to convince him,

but he didn't want you to be worried.

But how could I not be worried?

He's my son.

Oh my God, oh my God.

-I'm calling the police.
-No! We shouldn't.

The guy who took Nelson
away on that day he got beaten,

he is police.

I don't care.

We'll call Amanda, Ezequiel, Tirso.

We'll call everybody.
We have to find Nelson.

Okay.

I guess that's all for now.

Well, all right.

When I've completed my part of it,

I'll call.

You son of a b*tch!

Damn it! Grandpa's not picking up.

And Ezequiel,
he's not even answering his phone!

The station told me
Amanda's in the middle of an operation.

The day of her wedding!

And now, what c-c-can we do?

I'm not sure, but we have to do something.

We'll go to that gypsy village
because they might k*ll my boy.

They won't. I won't allow it.

That will not happen again.

Especially to Nelson.

Sanchís, better go get the van.

We're going to that village.

What? But... but why?

-Uh, to be k*lled?
-I'll come with you.

Santi, you watch Victor.

But... but listen.

-It's very dangerous.
-Who's driving, you or me?

But... but Gladys, hey. Be careful, Gladys.

Wait a minute!

And Jimena?

Well, today is her wedding.

Don't say anything.

Until there's more information.

All right. But what should I tell her?

What a shitshow.

f*cking rats have to stick
their heads in every hole, huh?

Isn't that right?

I should have k*lled you
the first day we met. Yeah.

But I let myself get fooled.

And for what?

Just to end up k*lling you anyway.

It's over, Ezequiel.4

Romero!

What the hell are you doing here?

The question is what are you doing here?

I'm here to arrest
this corrupt piece of sh*t.

Tirso...

lower your weapon
or there will be trouble.

Tirso, don't listen,
he was just about to k*ll me,

the police are on their way here now.

They're coming to arrest him.

If you put that g*n down, Tirso,

he'll m*rder the both of us right now.

You really think he's going
to believe your f*cking lies? Huh?

Tirso,
remember our conversation?

About how someone was
taking weapons, do you remember that?

Someone from the station
was stealing weapons to give to the gangs?

Tirso knows
for a fact it was you.

He gave me a picture,
it was of you with that g*ng leader girl.

Are you referring to the one

that now has
half the weapons I gave to you?

You've been caught red-handed, Romero.

It's true.

She has them.

It was the price
for delivering this m*therf*cker.

And you know what? It was paid happily

because this son of a b*tch
m*rder*d my partner.

Hey!

Easy.

Tirso...

even though...

I'm not exactly the most

squeaky clean cop ever,

you have to know I'm not
capable of doing anything like that.

You happen to be
the biggest liar I ever met in my life.

But you are so much worse.

You're a son of a b*tch
who has taken advantage of my goodwill.

Put the g*n on the ground

or I'll blow your head off.

You're f*cking this up.

This is a real bad move.

Don't make me repeat myself, as*h*le.

Jesus Christ, Tirso,

for a moment I was starting
to worry you didn't believe me at all.

I don't, and if
you move, I will sh**t you too.

I don't believe either of you.

Let's all just stay here,

quietly, the three of us,

and hang tight for Amanda.

No argument from me.

That shotgun,

did you take it from my car?

What the hell does that matter?

Well, the reason it matters...

is because if it's one of
the weapons from your store,

It's not loaded.

How can you be so sure?

Run, Ezequiel, run!

Not loaded?

What'd you plan on using as ammunition?

Your own ba*ls?

What did you want me to use?
The emergency flares?

Hide anywhere you want.

You're not
getting out of here alive.

Holy sh*t, we're about to die, Tirso.

Right now, we're going to die.

Oh sh*t.

I'm an old man, I'm not afraid of death.

The only problem is
it has to be here with you.

-Cut the nonsense and think!
-Quiet!

Okay, listen.

If he comes any closer to us,

you and me go out from both
sides and try to get the jump on him.

Hopefully, he'll only
have time to m*rder one of us

and the other one gets away.

Okay.

One of us dies, but we won't die together.

Yeah, that works for me.

I'll count to three
and then we jump together.

Okay.

You were trying to trick me.

You were trying to trick me,
everyone here's a liar.

You tried to trick me too.

Damn it, we're gonna die here.

What the hell do we do?

You know something?
You're a real son of a b*tch.

You still breathing?

Stop complaining then.

-What the hell do you people want?
-We're here to talk to Uncle Rafael.

I'm right here!

What do you want from me?

We've come for Nelson.

We know your men have taken him.

Who are you talking about? Get out.

Go on, leave.

No one's going anywhere until
I know what you've done with my son.

-Hey, get outta here.
-Don't touch me.

Don't touch her!

Like I told you,
these are not talkative people here.

No, I want to know
what they did with my son.

Nelson! Where is Nelson?

Nelson!

Nelson! Where is he? Nelson!

Nelson!

-Nelson!
-Irene!

-Over here, Irene!
-It's Nelson!

-I just heard him.
-Easy.

-It's Nelson! I heard him.
-Take it easy. Come on.

-Irene!
-Don't you touch me!

-Irene!
-Don't touch me!

I want to know what
you did with my son. Where is he?

Either hand him over,

or I will call the police.

You're not calling anyone.
And you're not going anywhere.

I'm here, Irene!

Irene!

In here, get me out!

You're talking about
attempted m*rder here.

Do you have any evidence
besides your testimony?

There's a whole factory
right there littered with b*ll*ts.

And it wasn't from target practice,
I can promise you.

Get the f*ck off me!

That's a f*cking order.

You're wrong about this.

You should be arresting them, not me.

Those two sons of b*tches
just tried to m*rder me, dammit.

He'll go directly to jail, I would hope.

Well, I'd love
to say that he would, Tirso.

But he's an Inspector.

His word carries some pull.
Not to mention his contacts.

In this country, we let criminals go

15 minutes after they get in.

Look at us.

Let's go to the station.
We'll take your statement there.

-Okay.
-I'll go get my car.

Ezequiel.

Come here a second.

There's something I want to say.

I'm getting married.

You and me?

Oh sh*t.

Yeah. Um...

We planned an intimate ceremony

with family and
a few of our close friends.

And...

I would like you to be there.

That is, if you don't hate me now.

I'll be there.

Okay, see you at the station.

Hope you're not gonna wear that vest.

Help me!

-Help me!
-Tell him to shut up,

-or I'll do it for him.
-Help me!

Damn it.

-Hey, bro. Shut him up.
-Irene! Help!

What are you gonna do, please, don't.

We're just gonna tell him to be quiet.

The question is,
what do we do with you women?

Oh, oh, I'm a man.

It's because he can't see.

Are you going to let us go?
Or what, are going to k*ll us?

Huh?

That boy is a m*rder*r

k*lled my nephew, Sandro.

Uncle Rafael, listen to me.

Listen to me, I beg you.

Pardon us for what has been done.

Believe me, I also
hated him after he shot that man.

And he's my son.

But now he's a different person.

He has a family and a good job.

Please, Uncle Rafael, I am begging you...

Please let him go, please do.

I'm begging you,
please let him go. Please.

We just had a son!

Let him go, please,
he just became a father.

I don't care.

That boy has to pay.

Enough of this.

All you people, I am sick to death of it.

All you violent people

who only know
how to fix problems by fighting.

With g*nshots!

What a mess of a neighborhood.

Kids are out there k*lling each other.

And they do it because of all you.

I came to this place
to set up a foundation. Okay?

So kids could change their lives.

And then become something.

But how can we ever
expect to fix anything?

So you're the crazy lady
from the foundation?

Yes, I am.

The crazy lady from the foundation, yes.

I'll tell you what I think.

It's not that bad, actually.

My granddaughter Soraya,
who's a loose cannon,

she went there, to your foundation,

and now she wants to be a medic.

I know Soraya.

-The girl is very smart.
-Yes.

She can do anything that she wants.

It's what
I want for her, for my people.

For them to be happy.

Live good lives.

And never be disrespected
just for who we are.

-What do you say to that?
-Hmm.

I understand you.

But you don't get that
by sh**ting others dead.

You! Come on.

Get up, you're going home.

Mama?

-Mama?
-Nelson!

-Nelson!
-Nelson!

Oh, my boy.

-Irene?
-What did they do to you?

Irene?

What did they do to you? Baby.

Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.

sh*t.

Jero, Mercedes, how are you?

-Hello, dear.
-Hi, how are you?

Thanks for coming.

-How're things at the office?
-It's going well.

I'm sure you hardly notice I'm gone.

Well, please come this way, come in.

-Make yourselves comfortable.
-Thank you.

Santi, where the hell is everyone?

You said they were about to arrive?

It starts in 20 minutes
and there is no sign of my family.

Okay, Jimena, I have
something to tell you.

Now I'm scared, is something wrong?

I think they're planning you a surprise.

Unbelievable!

Santi, any more
surprises and I'm gonna pass out.

How about we do this?

You get ready, otherwise your wife
will walk in and see you wearing that.

And relax, you seem a little stressed out.

Of course I'm stressed out.
What the hell do you expect?

Oh, Pepe!
For God's sake, no one answers the phone.

Have you heard from Nelson?
Or Gladys, Sanchís, or anyone?

Have I? Who would I have talked with?

No one cares about me, man.

Have I told you I'm leaving the bar

and moving to Cádiz?

Oh, Pepe, this is not a good time, okay?

That woman works for me.

And I was supplying her
with weapons for a g*ng infiltration.

You might call it a covert operation.

I call bullshit on your covert operation.

You don't believe me?

Call the Ministry then.
And ask for Saavedra.

He'll explain what this is about.

Saavedra is the person
who's going to get you out of this?

So he owes you some favors?

You're going down.

And those two b*stards
are going to pay for what they did to me.

Tirso, I'm busy.

Santi called, he said
they've been waiting for you down there.

You're supposed
to get married in five minutes.

Oh sh*t, the wedding.

You're getting married?

Go right ahead.

But by the end of the ceremony,

I'll be released.

We'll see about that.

This case is important,
I can't just walk out of here.

If you stand my daughter up at the altar,
you'll be facing a much bigger case,

an assassination!

I'll go speak to someone.

Inspector. We just
found this in Romero's car.

Have you checked it?

Yes.

Just a second.

Amanda, God.

Hey, as*h*le, I'm going
to make sure you rot in jail.

And how do you plan on doing that?

Very easily.

Those boys just happened to find
this p*stol in your glove compartment.

Know who owned it?

Sub-Inspector Linares. Coincidentally,
it's the g*n that was used to k*ll him.

It was you, you son of a b*tch.

m*therf*cker!

I'll k*ll you!

[grunting

Let go of me!

I'm gonna k*ll you!

I swear, I'll k*ll you!

-Let go of me!
-Hold him there until he relaxes,

then put him away.

Oh sh*t.

Come on, boys.

I'm late for my wedding.

I will k*ll you.

I will k*ll you, you b*stard. Let me go!

-Let's hurry.
-Here. Careful.

Sanchís!

Come on. Let's go.

Let's go.

What's up, little man?

My God.

-Just stay calm.
-They're coming.

They're coming!

Music! Music, please!

Lights!

Where the hell have you come from?

And you guys?

We'll talk later. Let's go now,
I'm late for my own damn wedding.

Oh sh*t, they're already
playing the w-w-wedding march.

Well, come on, come on.

Hey, Nelson, what happened? Who did this?

Hi.

-Mama, are you okay?
-I'm okay. It's all fine.

Good luck!

Oh my God, what happened?

Uh, um, is he okay?

We're fine, don't worry.

Take it easy.

Relax.

I won't be walking Jimena down the aisle

because she's already down the aisle.

But soon you'll also be my daughter.

Well, of course.

Planning to put a ring
on my daughter's finger

or do you plan to sh**t her?

-Oh, right!
-Give me that.

Sorry we're late.

Hi.

You look beautiful!

What's that?

-What?
-In your nose.

Oh!

Nothing.

Are you all right?

-Yeah.
-Good.

I'm sorry for my outfit.

No!

I'm into the tough girls.

May we begin?

Yes, you can begin.

Amanda, Jimena...

Mr. Saavedra is waiting for you.

POLICE STATION

Thanks for getting me out.

Don't get too excited.

You want to talk? You have five minutes.

Then it's back inside for you.

I'm innocent, you hear me?

It's that b*stard Ezequiel
framing me, all right?

But as sure as my name's
Antonio Romero, I will get my revenge.

We've saved you many times, Romero.

Then you mess up again and again.

This time in a very big way.

If you leave me behind,
I'll tell them everything.

I will confess, I will tell everything
that I've done for you and the minister.

Go right ahead.

Go ahead.

Who'll believe all that?

All anyone will see is a corrupt cop
who will do anything to avoid jail.

No.

Don't abandon me now.
All right, you can't...

Not after everything I've done for you.

This conversation is over.

I'm sorry.

Have a good time... in jail.

Hey!

Hey!

It's...

your boss. I think...

I think he might have eaten something bad.

Sir?

Shots fired. We have a man down.

It's an honor
for me to be here with you today,

accompanying you for what is such a joyful

and important moment in your lives.

So then, you're leaving?

Seems like it.

-How can you do this to me?
-Does it really matter if I'm leaving?

I'm giving Gladys the bar, you know.

It's not the same thing, Pepe.
It's not the same thing.

What will I do without you?

Damn, Pepe.

I had no idea you were
the kind to cry at weddings, huh?

I've been thinking...

I have an idea.

Maybe we can come up with a new course

for the kids to learn
how to organize events.

But you're gonna
leave the neighborhood, no?

Close down the foundation.

Yeah, well, I'm having second thoughts.

That's music to my ears.

Mm.

What's wrong, my love?

Nothing. I'm just going to miss you.

All of you.

You, Mom, and Grandma.

How will we be able to manage without you?

No, but don't think like that.

It's better to think
it's a dream come true.

Mm-hmm.

Remember that
and everything will work out.

You'll end up having so much fun there.

Don't be sad, my love. Okay?

-It's the dance company.
-Answer! Answer it, go! Go! Go!

-And now, the rings, please.
-Hello?

This is Irene.

But why? No. What do you mean
I'm not going to Paris?

But you said you loved
the way I danced, didn't you?

And we still do.

But we came to Madrid because
we want to open a new company here.

And we would love
for you to be a part of it.

But...

but you mean here in Madrid?

You mean I'm gonna dance here?

I now pronounce you bound in marriage.

You may kiss now.

Congratulations, Irene.

Amazing.

-I just, uh...
-Are you crying?

No, no...

Well, yes, but from happiness.

I love you.

I love you.

Ezequiel!

What's happening?

I told you.

I told you I would k*ll you.

Everyone down!

people screaming]

Amanda!

Oh my God!

Amanda, are you okay?

You're okay. You're okay.

I'm right here.

Papa!

Tirso!

-Oh my God, are you okay?
-Sit her down.

Keep pressure on it.

No!

Irene!

She's coming with me.

No, you're not going anywhere with her.

-Ambulance, call an ambulance!
-Okay!

-You okay?
-Yeah...

Is anyone else hurt?

Is anyone else hurt?

Hi, I need an ambulance.

You wanted this to be unforgettable?

I meant more like photos.

Drop your g*n or I will sh**t her.

Irene...

Grandpa...

Grandpa. No...

I told you to drop the g*n, dammit!

If I do, my life ends here.

And then you take the girl.

It's possible, yeah.

But it's your only option
if you don't want her to be shot.

No...

My Irene.

I'm giving you till three.

-One...
-Oh no, no...

Two...

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

I'm dropping the g*n.

You got me.

No!

Irene!

Irene.

Irene.

Oh God.

Oh no.

Call an ambulance.

Call for an ambulance.

I'm afraid.

I'm here, don't worry.

I don't want to die.

You're going to be okay.

I won't let anything happen.

Grandpa.

I'm gonna get you out of this, I promise.

Have I ever failed you, Irene?

I won't fail you now.

Grandpa...

No.

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

No. No!

No!

No!