[tense music playing]
[music fades]
[Mateo echoing] I loved her too, Salvador.
[tense music playing]
[Mateo yelling]
[doorbell ringing]
f*ck!
[doorbell ringing]
-[woman] Yes?
-Medical emergency. Please open your door!
Mateo! Open up,
or I'm calling the police, now!
Mateo!
Mateo!
-Mateo!
-Salvador?
Salvador, what's going on?
-What happened?
-Where's your son?
-He went out.
-Where'd he go?
I don't know. He went out with friends.
-What's wrong?
-And where did his computers go?
They took everything.
Marisa, please, get him on the phone.
I'm begging ya. He won't answer my calls.
Just a minute.
I'll grab my cell phone. It's in my room.
[sounds distorting]
What is it? Hey, what's going on?
-It's the middle of the night, guys!
-Come on!
[inaudible dialogue]
-Pardon me, did you call us?
-No, no.
But there's a guy up there yelling
on the second floor, I think.
-[horns honking]
-[brakes screech]
[man] Hey!
-[phone vibrating]
-[distortion stops]
[called disconnects]
[gentle music playing]
-Good evening.
-[bartender] Good evening.
Can I please just get a beer?
[refrigerator opens]
No, anis. An anis.
[refrigerator closes]
No, uh… a… whiskey, yeah.
Listen, man, you should really go
if you're already drunk.
No, no, no, no.
I… I'm not drunk… I'm not drunk.
Really, I'm not drunk. I haven't had
even a sip of alcohol for years.
I've just had a… hell of a day today.
A hell of a day.
Call a friend, then. Go on.
Go.
[somber music playing]
MISSED CALLS: DETECTIVE MARTÍN
[phone line ringing]
-[Martín] Salvador.
-Hi there.
Finally. I've been calling for hours.
Yeah, I saw that. What do you need?
We made the arrest.
The kid with the video of your daughter.
He's antifa, and all of the evidence
points to this guy k*lling Milena.
He's not the guy.
Why do you say that?
Because I saw the entire thing
with my own eyes.
Dávila played the video for me
to the very end, and I saw the k*ller.
He's not your guy.
It's Mateo.
I finally understand everything.
My daughter wasn't k*lled for being
a n*zi or because she was a snitch.
That's not it.
He k*lled her because she was a woman.
What are you talking about?
Are you sure?
Salvador, are you willing
to make a statement,
saying what you just explained to me?
The Dorado brothers were at the dinner.
They work for Dávila.
And I don't know if you already knew,
but I can't trust the police anymore.
At least now, finally,
I know what happened
and what I need to do.
Salvador, don't do anything crazy, please.
Not all police are alike. I promise you.
Let me… Just let me deal
with everything, all right?
I'll call you later.
[music ends]
[sighs]
[Andújar] So, you spend all day
in the office at your computer.
Processing what?
Taxes, fees, fines, stuff like that?
Yeah.
[Andújar] Ugh…
That's gotta be boring, huh?
It makes sense.
Every now and then, you'd need a breather.
And based on what we've seen here,
what you're into
is uploading videos to forums.
[man grunting]
What the f*ck is this sh*t?
I'm not taking the blame for this.
[Andújar] Isn't the first time
we've found unusual activity
on your work computer's IP.
Propaganda for neo-Nazis sound right?
Those f*cking fascists!
They wanna set me up!
Quique, just let me talk.
My client has filed various complaints
about his device's remote usage,
where it was controlled by neo-Nazis
to send out propaganda
against his ideology.
Yeah, but a few months ago,
you began to post stuff with incels.
What's an incel?
In a pretty recent post,
my favorite one, incidentally,
you had said, "My tax money is paying
for healthcare for old folks,
then Social Security should be
guaranteeing me the right to f*ck."
Wow!
You're like a poet, right?
-I figured forums for incels like this--
-I told you I don't know what an incel is!
Calm down. I'll tell you.
It's an involuntarily celibate person.
They hate women
just because they don't get f*cked.
That's what they are.
And right here, you had said
that all women deserve to be r*ped, right?
I don't know what the hell you're saying!
-Are you guys f*cking crazy, or what?
-[Martín] Hey, relax!
-[Quique] f*cking let me go, man!
-Jose.
-[attorney] Calm down.
-What's wrong?
Martín, it's normal he hasn't confessed.
Two days in a cell
will get him to start cooperating.
[sighs] How do I put this?
Why did we arrest him?
Because Cybercrime followed the trail
they got from the video of her m*rder,
and it led to his IP address,
and that's how he connects to the web.
You wanna tell me what's happening?
It's not him. We got played here.
That guy doesn't even know
what an incel means!
Cybercrime, did they confirm
his device wasn't controlled remotely?
Well, I don't know.
The press just released a statement saying
that we arrested Milena's m*rder*r.
-It's not urgent. They won't answer.
-It is urgent.
Hello.
Why were you at dinner with Dávila?
-That doesn't concern you.
-Yes, it does.
All crimes are of concern to me.
Dinner isn't a crime…
from what I've heard.
Depends who's there
and what they talk about.
I started on the streets like you.
You know what I learned?
That if you can't trust your partner,
then you're screwed.
Hmm?
Because you're dead… on your own.
I'm telling you.
Just watch out.
[footsteps retreating]
[suspenseful music playing]
LOVE MADRID
-[Mateo murmuring]
-Shh! f*cking shut it.
[Mateo] Where are you taking me?
[Max] Shut the f*ck up!
[Mateo] Come on. Please!
-[groaning]
-[Max] To the left. Turn left here.
f*cking shut up!
-Why'd you bring him here like this?
-Like what?
f*ck, like this! It's not okay, Max.
You can't do it like this. No.
-This is not how you treat a brother.
-A brother?
[tense music rises]
[gasping]
You all right?
Max.
Carla.
Tibu.
Isra.
Isra, you too?
Can't we just speak,
you and I alone, Isra?
I'm… I'm scared.
Chill, Mateo. We're all gonna have a talk.
We're family.
-Is it because of Milena's video?
-You m*rder*d her, you little f*ck!
-Max! Hey!
-You crazy f*cking shithead.
-Relax, okay?
-How could you be so stupid?
-I'll k*ll you myself, you f*ck!
-For God's sake, Max, enough!
Just relax.
You're all right, aren't ya?
What are we gonna do with you?
[music fades]
How ya doin'?
Look, it's not the first time
I've come to work after partying.
It's just that now you know about it.
That's not what I was asking.
Fine.
I'm fine.
I don't know if I thanked you for
not talking about it with the higher-ups.
Thank you.
Listen, I probably have no right
to give advice to anyone,
but if it's a problem,
you should get help.
I told you, I'm fine.
I'm all right.
And don't be stealing meds
off the ambulance. They're for patients.
-[keys clacking]
-I won't.
[phone line ringing]
[phone vibrating]
-Yeah?
-[Salvador] I gotta see you.
I got the late shift today at the bar.
No, not at Carla's bar.
I'm working now,
but in a couple hours,
as long as things stay calm,
we'll stop for lunch.
-You all right?
-I'm sorry I woke you up.
No, I have to get up now.
Who was it?
Uh… the school.
They're willing to let me see Ana a while.
I'll come with you.
Then I can meet her,
and after, we'll see that place.
You know you can't come with me, Nacho.
I gotta go alone, but listen…
you can pick me up from the bar later
and we'll go, all right?
Right there.
Great. Thank you.
[siren wailing]
Excuse me a second.
-Yeah?
-So we released the guy.
I wish we could say
that we arrested Mateo,
but there's not enough evidence yet.
All I have is what you told me.
[sighs]
You need some evidence.
All right. You'll have it soon, then.
Julia's telling Milena's boyfriend
Mateo m*rder*d her.
And knowing him, he'll come for Mateo.
I think I can make her
turn on the White Souls.
You trust Julia?
She has a lot to gain.
But it's not happening at all
if she doesn't get Ana right away.
-I'm on it.
-No excuses.
It depends on
what the judge rules, Salvador.
-It's protocol.
-I said no excuses.
You and me both know the truth,
and everyone liable needs to pay for it.
As well as the corrupt police.
If you cover for 'em,
then you're just as responsible.
I told you, didn't I?
You see that? I did that.
That dumb b*tch got what she deserves.
She's f*cking crazy.
Yeah. b*tch. Believe me.
That f*cking p*ssy will not hurt
another guy any f*cking more.
[Alejandro] Mateo, Mateo…
-You thought I'd puss out? I did it.
-Listen, you, uh… you made a huge mess.
-f*ck you, Milena!
-What I don't understand is…
-Why'd you record that video?
-Why are you asking about that?
-Why did you k*ll her?
-Carla, if you would.
-What? Only you can question him?
-Please, just let me.
After he explains why he m*rder*d her.
All right. Go ahead.
Yeah? You wanna know?
Because she deserved it, Carla.
Mateo.
You guys were friends.
-She truly loved you.
-That's a lie!
She completely used me.
And when she was done, she forgot me.
When her mother
and her got kicked out of their place,
you know who helped?
I did.
Yeah, when Milena used to spend
all day crying, who cheered her up again?
I did.
I would spend all day long with her.
I would do whatever it took
to make her happy.
And once, we even hooked up.
It was only the one time,
but for me, it was incredible.
Finally, a woman valued me.
Finally, one girl really treated me
like I was an alpha.
-Not some beta cuck piece of sh*t.
-What's this bullshit?
You wanna know or not?
And I introduced you two, Carla.
And you took her to Love Madrid.
You adopted her
like she was your own daughter
and gave her a job
at that piece-of-sh*t bar of yours.
Then after that, of course, she met Nacho.
The handsome, strong,
alpha male prototype.
And then what happened to ole Mateo?
He ceased to exist.
But just as well.
Because that's when
I opened my eyes, finally…
When I finally woke up.
When I realized what she was really like.
For that reason, I had to m*rder her!
-The f*ck are you talking about?
-You're sick in the f*cking head.
-You lied to me, to every one of us.
-She was a White Soul.
Milena was f*cking diseased!
She was not real!
She wasn't chaste. She wasn't pure at all!
That woman was cancer to all men!
The Aryan race
and the White family and the cause,
they were all under threat!
-You're just a crazy piece of sh*t!
-Carla, Carla, Carla!
He's crazy, but he can still hurt us.
[breathing heavily]
You having k*lled Milena…
it doesn't matter.
What do you mean?
All I'm asking is don't talk about it.
It can never leave this room.
We traced and destroyed
all the copies of the video
that displayed you murdering Milena.
-Huh?
-[Alejandro] You heard me.
No evidence exists.
No.
No way. For my entire life,
I've only been looked down upon,
and I've been humiliated,
and I've also been insulted.
And that's over.
I knew this day would finally come,
and now the entire thing is done.
I'm really so proud of everything I did.
What you saying, you crazy f*ck?
I want everyone to know I m*rder*d her!
Because that's what I deserve! [grunts]
Carla!
[panting]
Come on. Will you please…
[Carla huffs]
[woman on radio] Alpha 25,
we have a code three at Almogávares 23.
Fourth floor, apartment two.
A woman fell down the stairs.
-Alpha 7 is already en route.
-Fourth floor?
Attend if you're in the vicinity.
-Cancel that one. It's my mother.
-What?
She's been calling me
all week with excuses.
I know her. She's fine. It's all right.
She just wants to see me.
Marjane, we still have to take the call.
We'll decide when we're there
if it's a false alarm.
[siren blaring]
[Adolfo] Well, look. One wrong step
can give you quite a fright.
Thanks, guys.
And if you feel dizzy,
don't hesitate to call us back.
-If we don't hear…
-Mama? What happened?
-Now my daughter decided to show up.
-What's going on? Are you okay?
How'd this happen?
Yeah, it was just a little fall.
I think she tripped on the rug here.
-I didn't lie. I fell down, sweetheart!
-You did. When?
-Are you dizzy?
-I just tripped on the rug and fell down.
-It hurt, but I think I'm okay.
-Everything okay?
I think I'll measure her blood pressure.
She got dizzy.
[Adolfo] I'm heading out.
And I'm grabbing one of these treats
for the road. They're really delicious.
-Yes, of course. Go ahead.
-Mama, would you please stop?
-You're embarrassing me. Enough.
-No, thanks.
-They don't want any.
-[Adolfo] Let's go.
-Thank you.
-[Salvador] No. Thank you.
-You should take a couple at least.
-[Marjane] It's okay. Stop. It's fine.
-All right, come here.
-What if they get hungry later.
I'll check your blood pressure.
Give me your arm.
All of this fuss, why?
Yeah, I don't believe it either.
-Is that all right?
-[mother] Yeah. It's fine.
-[phone vibrating]
-[Marjane] Okay. Don't move.
[mother] Did you get
your hair done, honey?
[indistinct conversation continues]
[somber music playing]
[phone line ringing]
[call disconnects]
You wanna tell me what's wrong?
With me?
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with Alejandro?
With all of you?
We know our priorities.
Priorities? [sniffles]
When you and my husband started
the White Souls,
was that what you had in mind? Priorities?
When I first opened Love Madrid,
it was for the needy,
not to protect a psychotic piece of sh*t!
You've got no idea.
You really don't get it.
-Because I'm a woman, right?
-What, are you like Mateo?
Don't give me that.
I've got nothing to do with
that crazy b*stard, and you know it.
Well, all I know is
that now we're protecting a son of a b*tch
that m*rder*d one of our own.
What are we betraying her for?
[Alejandro] For all of this.
We're squatters.
Yeah.
Ever wonder why
you haven't been kicked out of here yet?
[takes deep breath]
I'll tell you.
Because Carla, someone pulled
the right strings to make sure
that whoever handles eviction cases…
well, they've turned a blind eye.
-Yeah.
-And you?
Where do you think the cash that we use
to bail out the White Souls comes from?
Or the cash that paid
for your bar renovations?
Or support for you when your husband died?
You know, Carla…
I… I really don't expect you to get it.
But listen,
I do expect you to stay out of it.
I'm aware it's our fault.
Honestly, the blame is on us.
Because we let you think
that even though you bring us coffee,
you're not just a servant to us.
But, yes, Carla, a servant's all you are.
End of the day, every one of us is limited
by our own mediocrity.
And coffee's all you're good for.
Enough, Alejandro.
I take mine with cream.
[Salvador] Dávila showed us
the full video.
And you can see clearly
at the end it's Mateo.
What do you mean, Mateo?
What are you saying? It was Arabs.
No it wasn't, Julia.
I saw with my own eyes.
Fine. Then why did you reach out to me?
How am I gonna do anything?
You can give up the White Souls.
-All right, I'm done, dude.
-Julia…
If you don't do it,
I'm gonna go to them myself
and I'll say
that you're working with the police.
Well, you do that,
then you're a total b*stard.
Julia.
No!
I was a dumbass.
-Julia.
-Never should've trusted a word you said.
You're worse than they are!
Such a dumbass!
-Julia, please stop.
-No. Leave me alone. Get away.
I can't take you guys lying to me,
and… and the blackmail!
And I won't give anyone up.
I am so done! I really don't care.
I'm exhausted,
and I'm not putting myself in danger
because your kid was a h*!
-Julia, listen to me, would you please?
-Sorry, but no!
[tense music playing]
You… You… You… You…
Are you kidding me?
What's wrong with you?
Can't you look at reality for once?
Life isn't about just right now.
You've got a daughter,
and you have to think of her.
And you need to finally stop putting
your f*cking ideals
and f*cking complexes first!
You're not my father.
Sorry, but you're not.
Yes, I know I'm not your father.
Just shut up and listen to me.
One of your friends has stabbed
and k*lled my daughter,
and I had to sit
and watch it with my own eyes.
And after that,
I had to watch that f*ck Mateo,
who bragged all about it.
You know why he m*rder*d her?
Because she didn't want to f*ck him.
That f*cking piece of sh*t
repressed jerk-off m*rder*d my daughter,
and your group is hiding the sick f*ck.
And instead of turning you into the police
and naming you as an accomplice of theirs,
I'm trying to help you out.
Okay, I'm trying to give you
a helping hand here.
Do you not get that?
[sighs]
Dammit, Julia.
I understand that you hate your father.
I completely get it.
He's an egotistical d*ck.
Totally full of himself.
I get why you don't wanna deal with them.
And I understand your rage
and the rage of your entire generation.
Because you have
no f*cking money, and no job,
and it's impossible to get a house
because we've left you a… f*cked-up world.
But, Julia,
the path that you're currently on
is not the correct one.
Creating enemies and blaming them
for everything that's wrong in your life
isn't the solution.
Life's unfair.
It f*ck over
the ones who are the weakest,
but the answer is not to blame those
who are even weaker than you are.
[breathing nervously]
Dávila…
the Dorados, and maybe even Carla,
are using you for their own benefit now.
What do you think they'll do with Mateo?
He'll be k*lled.
But not so they can exact revenge
on Milena.
They wanna use it
to protect their narrative of hate.
And it's a narrative they'll use
to make money down the line.
And they'll get away with it
because they get away with everything,
and because they always f*ck
with the same people.
You know,
I'm a lot smarter than you think.
[music becomes somber]
[pocket zipping]
[keys rattling]
These keys are for an apartment in Altea.
It was going to be Milena's.
Now it's yours.
It's a gift.
No one will ever know you're there,
and I'm not gonna bother you.
Please start your life again.
Do me that favor.
And my daughter?
Your daughter's yours.
Martín's gonna handle it
if you help with the case.
The only thing you need to do
is to name the White Souls
and tell Nacho
who actually m*rder*d Milena.
And that's it.
Then you disappear.
Swear to me.
Swear to me that Martín said that to you.
I swear… on the memory of my daughter.
Why do all this, though?
Because I want to help.
I screwed up with my daughter,
so I'm trying not to screw up with you.
Please take 'em, all right?
[sobbing]
[automated voice]
You have one new voice message.
[Carla] Hi, Salvador. Um…
It's just…
you left without saying goodbye,
and I don't know if I'll see you again.
And I, um…
[tearfully] I just, I'm…
Uh… I'm sorry that what we had, um…
Whatever it was, I'm sorry that…
that it didn't work out.
That was all.
NATIONAL POLICE
[music fades]
[exhales]
Listen!
Anyone see who left
this envelope on my desk?
-No.
-No, I have no idea.
[Martín sighs]
[Dorado] That's fine.
What I do need, if you can make it happen…
Call you back.
[ominous music rises]
I know this was you.
Ignacio.
I'm warning you.
If something happens to my girl…
[man on TV] Breaking news.
Enrique Carrizo, the alleged suspect
accused of the as*ault on Milena Aguirre,
which resulted in her death,
has been released.
This development refutes the statement
previously issued by the National Police,
and according to Channel 7's
confidential sources,
authorities are continuing investigations
into this terrible event.
At the moment, we do not have
the up-to-date information on the case.
-Good afternoon.
-Why are you here?
[door closes]
[Dorado] Looks like you guys got a rat.
[Max] This f*cking b*tch.
As you can probably imagine,
this girl has talked quite a lot.
There's enough
on the White Souls to fill boxes, guys.
My two colleagues and I are obliged
to hear any testimonies
to help our investigation.
Keep in mind that collaborating
with the law will have its benefits.
So, I'd advise you to talk soon.
[music fades]
[Nacho] We could get
at least 25 tables in here.
Twenty-seven if we push 'em close.
You like it?
Yeah. Yeah, it's not bad.
It has to be great.
This investment is huge. It's our future.
-If we half-a*s the start…
-No, no. It's not that, Nacho.
It's, um…
They don't want you to know
Antifa didn't k*ll Milena that night.
It was Mateo.
[tense music playing]
Huh?
Salvador told me.
And he's sure.
-Mateo?
-Yeah, they don't know where he is.
Your uncle might.
But Nacho, don't… don't call him, okay?
Because I know what'll happen.
Listen to me.
-Listen to me.
-He has to pay!
[Nacho seethes]
Don't worry. All right?
I promise to give you
an amazing life, you and your kid.
No.
We're not coming with you, Nacho.
I might deserve this sh*t,
but not my daughter.
-What are you saying?
-You know exactly what I'm saying.
Let me go. Stop it!
How can you say that after
everything I've tried to do for you two?
Let me go, please, Nacho. That hurts.
-[panting]
-Let's go!
[phone line ringing]
-[Max] Yeah?
-Is it true that Mateo k*lled Milena?
-How'd you find out?
-From Julia!
She's working as a snitch.
Don't trust that chick.
We found out she's been ratting us out
to the cops for a while now.
You what?
Is that the truth?
[horn honking]
[brakes screeching]
[energetic music playing]
[horn honking]
[music fades]
Julia!
[phone vibrating]
Salva, what is it?
Julia.
[panting] They know.
-They know what?
-They'll k*ll me. Nacho's after me now!
Julia, where are you?
I'm… I'm in an abandoned warehouse.
It's over on Julián Camarillo.
-I'll drop a pin for you.
-All right, I know it. We're on the way.
-What happened?
-A friend.
She's in trouble.
She, uh… she needs us now.
[Salvador] Julia!
[Marjane] Julia!
[Salvador] Julia!
[breathing nervously]
-[Salvador] Julia, you here?
-Salvador!
[somber music playing]
-You all right?
-They know where my daughter is.
-They'll go after her--
-Calm down. She's gonna be fine.
Let's get you somewhere safer, all right?
We can take her to stay with my mom.
You sure?
-They're not gonna look there.
-All right.
Hop in.
She's a friend of mine.
No questions. You owe me one.
[Mateo] Isra, I want to go with you.
You can't come with me.
We have to leave, okay?
Yeah, but… but for how long, Isra?
For however long it takes, dude.
A month, a year…
Long as it takes, all right?
He'll explain everything, okay?
Right here.
Keep this cell,
and I'm gonna call you, all right?
Just stay in range. Yeah?
-[horn honking]
-Get him in! Isra, hold him back! Go!
-Stop, Nacho! Relax! Stop, Nacho!
-[Israel] Yo, dude… Please.
Nacho, chill. Let me explain it.
-Mateo! You f*cking as*h*le!
-Hey, let me…
-[Israel] Relax, dude!
-[Nacho] You rat!
I'm coming to k*ll you, you b*stard!
-[Max] Stop!
-Come on, Tibu.
[Nacho] You f*cking rat!
You better come stab me, you b*tch a*s!
-I'm gonna m*rder your a*s!
-Shut up!
[Nacho] I'm gonna k*ll you!
-Relax! Calm down!
-Let me go!
-You wanna knock it off and listen?
-Let go of me!
Just let me explain! sh*t!
Are you a soldier for the White Souls
Did you forget?
-Your soldier, Judas?
-Yes, listen to me.
You're angry, and so am I, and so is Isra!
Milena was one of us, yes,
but she was k*lled by one of us.
We can't broadcast that!
Right now, the narrative
is more important than your grief.
I don't care about your narrative!
Okay? Mateo is dead.
I f*cking don't care
what the narrative is.
Who said that you don't get to k*ll Mateo?
Not a single person said
he wasn't yours, so listen!
Now, the video had to be erased
so it didn't surface as evidence!
Do you get that?
Why keep it a secret?
sh*t, look at the way you reacted.
No one can talk to you, as*h*le.
Mateo is yours.
Punish his crazy a*s how you like.
But you make sure it's done right.
Not in public, okay?
Yelling outside in broad daylight.
Tibu's taking him to the scrapyard
where we offed that guy.
-Okay? We'll do it right.
-I'll do it right. I'll do it right.
Yeah, okay.
I know that you'll do this right.
[doorbell ringing]
-What are you doing here, honey?
-Can I come in?
-Is it all right if we do?
-Yes, of course. Come in.
-Okay. Yes, yes, fine. It's…
-Are you okay?
-It's fine. Come on in.
-Are you okay?
-Let's get inside.
-Hello.
-Hello.
-Hi, how are you?
[Marjane] Hi, Papa.
Hi, sweetie. Come in, please.
Make yourselves comfortable.
Mama, please come over here.
I have a favor to ask you.
This girl is a friend of ours.
She's in a little trouble, and we need
a safe place to hide her for a bit.
Would it be all right if…
-Definitely. She's welcome here.
-She can stay here.
-You're sure it's no problem?
-It's fine. She can stay here.
It's nothing at all.
We can hide you here.
[Salvador] You'll be fine here.
Both of you,
I'm really indebted to you for this.
[father] It's nothing, honey.
We have to leave now, all right?
Thank you.
-Whatever you need.
-[Salvador] Thanks.
-[mother] We're always here for you.
-[father] Of course.
[mother sighs] Poor girl.
[father] I know.
Wonder what happened to her.
[suspenseful music playing]
You wait here.
[Mateo] Where are you going?
Wait, what do you mean,
"Wait here"? Tibu! Tibu!
Nacho!
Nacho!
Hey, come on now, comrade. Let's talk.
No, no, no, no, no! No!
[engine starting up]
Mateo!
No! No!
Nacho, stop!
Hey!
[Nacho] Tibu!
[engine starting up]
[music fades]
[phone vibrating]
[Mateo] Uh, Salvador. Salvador.
[tense music rises]
I've been shot.
I… I'm dying.
Mateo, where are you?
[music builds, fades]
[intriguing music playing]
[music fades out]
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